#cause i couldnt go to my full potential

[thoughtfulseason]

it was SUCH a weird day today… or more like evening since i slept through the day

idk if it’s funny or terrible but i went to sleep at 2 am last night (which happens but rarely) and my alarm was at 10 but i was feeling so bad that i slept until now. 2 PM!!! what the fuck. so fucking weird. it’s literally two hours until i have to eat my dinner and go to training what even…

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Joshua again. Amazing how all it takes for what was once one of my least favorite oni characters to become my third favorite is simply making shit up

[snoopychris]

incomplete

in which... cheerleader!reader needs matt's help and finds out the sad truth about his situation

warnings: no use of y/n (the name sweetie is used in place of y/n for my own sake), random names used for friends

an incomplete. glancing down at the rubric to your most recent science project, you couldnt believe what you were reading on your paper. nick was looking over your shoulder, his mouth dropped wide open. “sweetie… an incomplete means you can’t cheer tonight…” he whispers, the multiple pairs of eyes on your paper still widened to their full potential. you take a second to look up, and become painfully aware of the situations and all of your friends reactions to it. chris’ parted lips, sadie’s hand over her mouth, nate running his fingers through his hair, nick’s mouth still wide open, and claire’s fingers nervously fiddling with her necklace. you swallow for a moment before peeking at your phone.

10:48 am. there was still another 27 minutes left of lunch. 27 minutes worth of convincing your science teacher to please, please, please, give you another chance. you do the only thing you can possibly think of. with a swift grab of the paper sitting on your cafeteria table and your tote bag, you book it upstairs to Mr. Harrison’s science room. even though its lunch, and a normal teacher would take this 45 minute break to leave the school for as long as possible, Mr. Harrison always stayed in case any students needed him for any reason at all. upon entrance to the classroom, you get an immediate explanation, without even asking any questions. 

“yes sweetie,  i know its an incomplete. but your project was incomplete. you never got it peer reviewed.” Mr. Harrison tells you from his desk, sending you a look. you let out a small huff and part of you is tempted to kick your feet and begin throwing a tantrum like a toddler, but you decide to instead act like an adult. you slowly make your way towards the desk, setting your paper down. your voice is quiet when you speak, but its still intelligible. “you know that not a single one of my friends is capable of peer reviewing an AP biology project. we won’t even meet in class again until monday so… i cant cheer tonight?” you let out a small exhale and accept defeat before you notice your teachers pen pointed behind you. you slowly turn and come face to face with the same person who had been stuck in your mind for a good while now. “matt can peer review your project.” you hear from behind you, causing matt’s eyes to shoot up and look at you, previously unaware of the situation that had been going on in front of him. you gently swallow as you take a seat in front of matt, keeping your paper nearby. your heart almost stops when he takes his airpod out to give you his utmost attention. 

his breath hitches in his throat when he realizes that he’s not dreaming and that this is all really happening, you’re sitting in front of him in your cheer uniform that hugs your curves in all the right place, and you need him. “hi matt,” you smile, your lips parting into a genuine smile. he doesn’t mean to do it, but he pauses for a moment before replying. “hey… i can um..you need a peer review i take it?” he whispers, his voice scratchy as if he hadnt talked all day, mostly because he hadn’t. without waiting for a response, he grabs the paper from besides you and begins marking it up with his pen. you watch intensely as he flips through the pages full of words, diagrams, keys, and descriptions and makes note of the things you did wrong. while waiting, you take notice of his phone, adjourned with a clear case and a pokemon card. “charizard is cool and all but… piplup was always my personal favorite.” you whisper, tucking your hair behind your ears. the speed in which matt’s eyes meet yours is ridiculously fast before his vision moves to the pokemon card in his phone case. he blinks a few times before realizing youre trying to start up a conversation. “yeah no… piplups cool. i switch it out sometimes. wouldn't say that charizard's my favorite either but chris told me that this card is really cool looking.” he smiles, continuing to mark up the paper besides him. you chuckle quietly before furrowing your brows. “why are you in here alone?” you whisper, turning your head in realization that aside from your teacher, matt had been the only person in the room before you arrived. when he replies, you feel your heart shatter into a million pieces. “i um… got no friends really. Lucas is just good company i guess.” “lucas?” you question, not knowing of anybody in the school with the name. a throat is cleared behind you, and when you turn, you learn that matt is on a first name basis with the biology teacher. after letting out a hum in response, you frown and begin to pick at your fingernails. when matt hands your project back to you, a relieved exhale leaves your mouth. the project is rushed over to the teacher’s desk, where your previous incomplete is replaced by a B+. an A was never the goal, you really only needed at least a C. you get a nod of approval from him, knowing that you’ll be able to cheer later that night. 

once you gather your very few belongings, you begin making your way to the cafeteria before noticing the 18 minutes you have left of lunch. it would be enough time to go through at least 5 or 6 different conversations with chris and the rest of your friends, but you hesitate for a moment before turning back around into the science classroom. you take a seat across from matt once more, let out a small smile, tuck your hair once more, and lick your lips before speaking. “so... who is your favorite pokemon?” a smile creeps onto matt’s face, and even though Mr. Harrison can feel the young boy’s heart explode from across the room, you somehow remain oblivious.

๋࣭⭑ 𖤘(reply or message me to be added!): @ifwdominicfike @frankoceanfanpage @mattssslutbby @sophand4n4 @matthewsturnsgf @mattsbrat

๋࣭⭑ dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

๋࣭⭑ a/n: one more because i truly don't know when i'll be able to post again after sunday and i also have like nothing prepared! my inbox will remain open if there's any requests or if anybody wants to share thoughts about this au i already love so dearly. love you all kiss kiss!

-gen

[fall0utmind]

Hello!!

I have been having lots of fun reading your takes and everyone else's on the abo trope and pls ignore this if You don't like mpreg but My brain couldnt help itself and went, what if Valentino bit Marc in a rut back in 2014-2015 but instead he just gets this more intense emotional connection to Marc (he essentialy just wants Marc for himself) but Sepang Divorce happens and they break up and Vale just tries to ignore the one sided bond but suddenly through the grapevine he learns(Maybe it's 2025 after Marc won the ninth) that Marc is taking a year long break to have a kid.

Cue his brain going "That kid is NOT MINE", and he just decides to confront Marc about His perceived infidelity in full Alpha possesive rage only to learnt after coming into Marcs motorhome idk full guns blazing that Marc is looking for a Sperm donor and Rossi realizes that "Hey, WE may have fucked our relationship beyond any possibility of a good ending but maybe i could get my instincts to chill the fuck down if i impregnate him?" Fast forward to Valentino pestering Marc to let him be the other parent with argumentos like the baby being practicaly a motorcycle demigod if it had both of them as parents .

Ignore this obviously i just thought of it and wanted to share it with you. Sorry if it's poorly written as english is not my 1st language

PD: it would be hilarious if Marc told him angrily, after Rossi starts being annoying about the baby's potential father, that he would rather have Lorenzo, Dovi, Pedrosa, Pecco, etc as potential fathers than him

Holy shit anon,

I have never really delved into the world of Mpreg but man this is something!!!!!!!

Marc having a baby by choice?? In 2025-6? Love it.

Obsessed with the idea that Vale has just been holding this one-sided bond (?) Or at least not fully complete bond for a decade!!!! Crazy, very on brand, especially with the inevitable possessiveness that it causes. I can defo see Valentino being all like, well, I don't want him now. He's evil. but also, no one else can touch him, I will rip your arm off - he's basically very jealous, yknow? Again very on brand that Valentino would perceive marc having a child with someone else as infidelity when they aren't dating! Very Rosquez

I can imagine Valentino being like alright I'll be the dad and marc just being like well fuck. Vale walking around, chest puffed out, like i am a great mate. Trying to prove to marc that he would be a good mate?!?! Basically, wooing him. Hilarious idea. Marc thinking that this is an awful idea, but I dont have the strength to say no, and so he agrees (Alex tells him he's stupid).

Could you imagine how much of a little shit their baby would be, though?? Would it be hell on earth? Yes😭

Absolutely insane idea, I love it anon

[pinkmoondoll9shihtzu]

4/8/2024 eclipse notes

Overall it was a hopeful day for me despite the ever-looming sense of mourning. but the eclipse made it feel special. this eclipse was so mathematically rare because of the exact EXACT chiron conjunction. down to the minute. never experienced something so precise in my 15 yrs observing astrology.. i lit a candle for sammy & spent a while praying then did yoga n journalled outside as the eclipse waned. u couldnt see the full thing here but i saw a little ^.^

i've talked about chiron on the blog b4 but if ur not sure basically it's a major asteroid named after chiron the centaur, "The Wounded Healer". i feel that nickname sums up wat chiron's about, it's your deepest pain, isolation, rejection, & it's where your greatest potential to heal others (+yourself) can be brought forth. so chiron was turbo-activated today. it's digging up a lot of sh** for me truly. like this is rly crazy. but what i realized today is that i'm in the best place i've ever been to grieve, that was my eclipse revelation i spose.

and this is the most painful loss i have experienced in a loooong long time bcus this was someone i spoke to basically every day for the past year. but even then, i feel sm more equipped to get thru it , even if i feel rly quiet rn & not like myself, i kno it'll pass & i'll feel like i can be normal again. dnt feel much like posting rn but i'll get back to it eventually cus sammy rly loved my blog like sincerely i never felt embarrassed that he read my posts. although i do feel this is causing me another minor crisis over internet usage & how to exist online, i know i have to keep posting for sammy P..

yeah ahh the sadness comes in waves but im really glad i am where i am rn to process it all. it's weird to know this will impact my whole life going forward. it makes me think back to sain;t's death and how that changed the course of everything. except back then i was in the WORST environment to cope with it. it's so different now. saint's full name was saint chiron too !! so i always think of them when new chiron sky theatrics are happening. i'm like Awww Saint Wouldve loved writing a 10 paragraph introspective post about this ...They trained me in this manner :>

couldnt resist a late night ramble as i am ever so restless. tomorrow i have therapy for the first time since the day before denji ate a ziploc bag and got emergency surgery. i think that was like 3? weeks ago?? so basically i'm convinced time isnt real anymore because there's no way it hasn't been 3 months. rapid fire trauma lol o_o like please wonderful lord in heaven can we just pick, a struggle , one single struggle is enough. tysm. thats all for now.. trying not to scroll the dash because everything make me feel too crazy rn so pls dont think im ignoring u everyone Ok ilu.. gn

[r6shippingdelivery]

Idk who to share this with but I keep thinking about how harry observes that cav and ash go out of each others way to hunt each other and that they have mutual respect for one another

So now I keep thinking about cav and ash going out of their way to check in on the other. Cav knows that ash has a lot of responsibility on her shoulders and makes sure she’s resting properly. Ash knows that Cav doesn’t typically seek anyone out if she has a problem or is injured so ash makes sure that cav is also doing well and is comfortable

Bc they are both the best at what they do they understand the pressure of their position. And if you wanna think about romance (which has unexplored potential imo) them hunting each other in training can be a fun banter/flirting kind of thing.

I haven’t thought too much on how their personalities would mix but tbh i feel like they wouldnt respect each other if they couldnt get along well.

Haha i have more to say tbh but I dont wanna flood your inbox, but I def think their relationship should be explored more! Have a great night!

I feel like these two would sorta end up becoming (work) friends without even realising, until one day someone refers to them as such and both have that quiet moment of "oh fuck, when did we become friends?!", cause they do support each other and check when they think the other might not be doing great, even if it's through unorthodox methods of hunting each other at first.

I could see them respecting each other and getting along, except for when occasionally Ash would come off as too controlling/rigid to Cav, for example, although Ash has shown to be a caring and capable leader, and once Cav becomes the leader of Ghosteyes they'd feel like basically they swapped places but still can understand and relate to each others' problems (and I don't think Ash isn't still calling the shots in a way even if she isn't a squad leader in her own right).

Also, please nonny, do tell as much as you want, either on my inbox or tagging me in your own Ted Talk posts or whatever! It's always interesting to hear other people's thoughts and the Ash-Cav friendship is full of potential :D

[vigilxnte]

Daryl Dixon x !Reader

Always be your's

You and daryl face a heated argument as you try to leave the group, without hesitation daryl tries to stop you and you give him one last thing before you leave

⚠️Smut, Fluff, blowjob, dirty talk⚠️

800 words approx.

Up for suggestions guys, feel free to message me if you have any ideas for another quick story. Enjoy x

"Where do you think you're going?" Daryl shouted at me, in his raspy, monitone voice. I turned my head to face the man. I stared at him for a few seconds, looking him deep in his eyes. His eyes furrowed with disappointment when I had nothing to respond. I let him down once again. "I'm sorry dixon, I need to leave, I need to do this for me. You are more than welcome to join me" he usually understands me, but now? I don't know. "Rick got into your head again, didn't he" I interigated him, looking down at my feet in disappointment, knowing the answer to my question, knowing he would never chose me over rick.

"Ye, I understand. But I made a promis-" I interrupted him immediately "you promised me!" I let him stir with his thoughts for a few seconds "you promised me I'd be yours forever!" Tears filled my eyes as walkers began hitting the side of the wall. I turned away from him, i couldnt bare the dispair in his face. I heard his footsteps shuffle towards me, placing his hand on my shoulders to spin me to face him. "I'll always be yours" he spoke softly, lifting my chin. My stomach turned as my eyes met his again. I felt myself dive in, gasping for air as he pulled me closer to his. I closed my eyes letting the tears drip, and follow my facade. He licked his lower lip before closing the gap to meet mine. My mouth exploded with gluttony, making me want more. I felt his tongue search for an entrance, making me moan quietly, Allowing his tongue to play against mine. I felt his hand run up my neck, making me shudder with passion. Growing with lust, i felt hand began mingling with my hair, grabbing as much as he could, as his kissing became much more meaningful, much more passionate. Before I could think he broke away, leaving me wanting more. Much. More.

"I want you" before he could say more, I instinctly began kissing at his neck, hearing him letting out small whimpered moans. I found my hand following his torso until I reach inside his trousers. Filling my hand with his soft cock. I looked at him and smirked as I saw his jaw dropped and his eyes sealed shut, increasing the depth of each of his breaths. With each slow rub I presented his needing cock, I felt him grow within my grip. His breaths became more rapid as he reach his full potential, an impressive amount of potential for that matter. I stopped even though I knew he wanted more. Dropping to my knees I reached for his zipper, and unbuttoned his trousers. To my surprise, he was walking comando. I look back at him to see him gazing down at me with a smirk wrapped around his face. Letting out this man's length, I felt as it hit against my cheek. His pants now round his ankles I could get to work.

Grabbing him by the balls, i began Licking the tip of his cock. I felt his body shiver as I wrapped my tounge around the head of his cock, swirling it in a slow circular motion, making him moan as it travelled around with each rotation. "You like that don't you dixon" I teased as he gave a small nod of pleasure, to the best of his ability. Giving him more, I used the width of my tongue to give what the rest of his cock it needed, running my tounge down his length. I could tell this was the first time in ages he had been touched like this, and damn he needed it. After several lengths I gave him what he really wanted. I took his cock by the base and wrap my lips around his sensitive head, using my tongue against his tip. I feel his body shake with anticipation as i Slowly force as much of his cock I can fit down my tight throat until I gag. He starts moaning louder at the sound of my pain, causing the walkers to bang louder against the wall. I feel his hand once again on the back of my head urging me into a rythem that makes him feel good.

Minutes go by until he finally moans out "Fuck, I'm so close", looking down at me taking his cock whole. I Bob my head faster and faster, rubbing his balls in between my fingers. I listen to his breath becomes even more rapid and deep until finally I feel his warm thick cum shoot to the back of throat. I swallow every drop. Once he's done i take his cock from my mouth. I hear him moan and whimper as he thrust his dick to the back of my throat one last time. Out of breath, and unsteady, he reaches for his trousers. Pulling them up and looking at me once again.

"You're too fucking good, you dirty little slut" grinning at me, as he pulls me in for one last kiss.

"Let's get out of here" I whisper into his ear, one last time before its just me and him. Just like it was supposed to be

[cure-typhoon]

It's always funny how people blame Karkat Feferi and Sollux for causing Eridan to snap because hfwkrj???? Like damn Sollux and Feferi only tried to not get everyone killed with Eridan's stupid plan to ally with Jack, which lets be honest, it wouldnt have worked and it would potentially give the ubication of everyone else and get them all killed

And Karkat just saw two of his friends get murdered and one get seriously injured, was it a good idea to say that shit to that past version of Eridan? But like what where you expecting from him?? He couldnt even talk to the past version of Feferi because he was so goddamn emotional!

And Eridan knew that he did something that made Karkat so fucking angry to him and he still decided to kill Feferi and Kanaya and he was probably thinking on killing Sollux when he attacked, but he ended up failling on that one.

Like Homestuck is full of shitty things happening to the characters but that doesnt mean they're free of blame when they do shitty things. Like example to be fair:

Karkat my favorite guy in the world, he lived in the hell that is Alternia while being a mutant which made him the little asshole he is, does that mean he is free of blame when he is a jealous brat who tried to control Terezi because he was jealous she was spending time with Dave? No! Feferi was the heir to Alternia who lived under the constant thread of murder and wanted to make the Alternia place, that doesnt mean she isnt condescendant with Sollux and Eridan's feelings or that her ideas for the Empire are really questionable at best.

Like there is a difference between "Oh i wished they had a happy ending :c/I love this character so much/or their environment influenced the way they act now" to "They never did anything wrong with their lifes and the things they did wrong are the faults of someone else"

Obviously the issue is a lot more complicated than this but I don't want to go on this forever lol

[umiueno]

katsura uses bun/buns only btw .

i am aware of this now but at the time i genuinely just forgot, but i am sorry for messing up buns pronouns. i also apologize for initially messing up enas, i tried to fix all of those once i realized but i missed an instance where i referred to them as a “her”. i know the harm that can cause and i will be much more careful and double-check when referring to the *original* wtcd cast in the future (which i do not plan on doing anymore)

however i would also like to state that continuously sending asks and messages to fuss at me about the redesigns / rewrite is a bit immature and i hope you all recognize that calling someone (within dms, not from this asker) a horrible person and talking about how you couldnt live with yourself if you were me over accidental misgendering, calling some character design choices ugly, and playful insults of an ancient fangan is just not a very good way to handle criticism. none of this was an attack on someone’s personal character, i did not go out of my way to mention the creators, tag them, or harass them in any way. me thinking a fangan from 4 years ago is bad is not me saying the creators are bad people and that they havent changed

my rewrite is meant to be an expression of the potential wtcd had and how badly i wish it was realized. it was full of fascinating concepts for a story and characters, and i wanted to share my own interpretation and essentially au of a *public project*. i plan on doing the same thing with my favorite fangan ever. i dont know how else i can explain that none of this was a personal insult and i dont understand why it was seen as such

for all of your own health please block the wtcd tag and me. i’m not using the wtcd tags nor posting about the original fangan at all going forward but i do still want to post my own art and i dont want it to somehow end up on your pages if its as upsetting as it seems to be

(edit note: i also went back and added a caption on the post about katsura’s pronouns since i cant edit the original images anymore due to a malfunction with my art program. sorry again!)

[ghostcrows]

i have really complicated feelings about, the old internet thats dying and the new internet struggling to be born

anonymity is kind of a blessing and a curse. its a right that we should all have online but its one that can come with the potential for misuse of power

but even when your full name and socials are out there to be found, it doesnt /really/ stop bad things from happening right. maybe it stops some people but plenty will do and say things with their full chest and have no problem with that. and people can still just lie. you can still just tell lies lol.

theres traumatic shit we never should have seen as unsupervised kids online theres a whole generation now of people who got sucked into dark corners of the internet and came out the other side fundamentally damaged from it ..but i still cant really get on board with "you need to monitor your kids every move online" because i think back to my childhood and how much of a refuge it was to have a place my parents and relatives couldnt find me and i could just be me. how many people right now would have 0 community support whatsoever without people online 0 irl friends and yeah we talk about touch grass get irl friends but be fucking for real sometimes...isolated and marginalized teens sometimes have nowhere else to go

the thing is though like i said full names being well known it doesnt mean theres no longer an ability to abuse power and if anything that ability is often heightened by having influence like that. so even when everyone knows you hurt someone its like oh he's cancelled for a year and then we'll stop caring

sometimes i kind of just have this attitude i know is not so healthy but im like maybe normies (calling people normies. online behavior) should just get off the internet forever cause they turned it into a fucking product...like i almost miss having it to myself pretty selfish but its just a feeling i have sometimes

[the-kipsabian]

if you could design a kip era, what would you do? :3

oh this is good

im going to assume just saying that i would bring the boxman back is cheating LMAO so im just. gonna elaborate on that. cause we never got that to its full potential, and ive always thought we could have gone so much more interesting and fucked up with it

because really, you cant redesign perfection, right? cause boxman had it all, an intriguing character, a really fucking good look (silver fox bastard my beloved), just the way he carried himself and talked and everything. like that was perfect. but we could redo that, make it even more unhinged and slightly scarier and hotter since hes beautifully buff now go figure lmao

i think the biggest thing redesign-wise would be the gear. ive grown fond of the sex idol gear tbh those pants are so tight dont look at me but since they were revealed ive just always thought they were missing something. like they arent as flashy or detail heavy as they deserve to be for him, so we could start by tweaking those. i do like the leopard print pattern but i feel like you could do better than that, especially compared to the previous gear. i dont know exactly what but please. gimme back my cool goth-vibe patterns. and also the long coat god i miss the long coat so badly

i wouldnt necessarily bring the box back i think, tho i do love that funky little fucker to death ngl, but i feel like he has said before, it has run its course. but that doesnt mean we couldnt do something with the rest of that character; keep the eerie sense of dread surrounding him, keep the constant mastermind aspect, let him talk in riddles again before i fucking explode. like he could be such a good fucking supervillain if they just let him ough

..and just for shits and giggles i need a fun colored hair back (he literally just recently said he has always wanted to try green hair like BOY WHY HAVENT YOU and also i want to see him in blue 💜) and the nail polish too. and then gimme more dangly earrings and worse eyeliner thank youuu

..i feel like this doesnt answer the question at all actually LMAO but heres some thoughts of just. generally aspects i would like i guess? cause i really dont know what i would like as a whole character cause like said in the very beginning, boxman was perfect and i would just want him back please and thank you 💜

[neutrallyobsessed]

I challenge you to make a tier list of your opinion on Ace Attorney ships >;)

Challenge accepted motherfucker >;))))

i did like 5 different lists cause not all them where complete enough to my tastes and then i found this MASSIVE tier list (with a lot of crack xdd) so i was able to do it, fortunally the nrmy week gave me some time to work on this and EVEN THEN some kinda obvious ones were missing so i had to edit them in from the other tierlists, plus stuff i made up lol

also, for it not be too long and mark very clearly my Heterosexual Bias, the list was divided in two, so let's start: (spoilers for investigations cause shih-na doest appear as shih-na)

The OTP category is very self-explanitory, so the second place is all other ships that i like and ship too just not as hard since i have OTPs for the characters already~~

Ohters I like and Im listening have varying degrees of crack but im still considering as potential ships to like seriously

the canon ships acting as a neutral divider, they are canon, you can't complain about that (or you can im just a tumblr post you can do what you want forever). if they arent higher is cause they are not as interesting or funny as the above ships, i still love them very much

then theres the absolute crack that i find amusing but couldnt take to ship it seriously and then ships that are either boring: too tame, lack spice, feel like avoiding being problematic was the priority instead of they'd be cute togheter; or ships that feel a bit too cruel for comfort and i percieve as no longer fun, but sad

this tier list didnt have ema/nahyuta but did have poly ships that included the three so there we go, the only het ships i dont like (2)

finally, the only gay ships i consider to be neat, silly funny friends-to-lovers not overly popular, very cool and epic

And now, the interesting one:

Rangu referenced and teased by canon joke ship goes first of course!

for real tho, there's friends to lovers OR rarepairs OR lawyer x assistant ships, being my go-to in het ships they'd rank higher here

Evil People In Love! What else can I say? When 2 people are down bad for each other and down for destroying everyone and everything whether for revenge or the lulz cause they're bad and they're doing it togheter it's just beautiful~!

anything crack or toxic in a funny way goes next

incest as a neutral divider since being gay is super normal thus uninteresting but adding the taboo incest spice that will NEVER be approved by society IRL will make me a bit more interested but like you know- neutrally

any boring crack or toxic in a unfunny way goes next

and finally we reach my real (yet still neutral) beef with the ace attorney shipping fandom, being the popular ships that get talked about ad nauseum and if you wanna talk about any other ship you get ignored at best or harrassed at worst. Overrated could be the perfect way to describe this ships as they're so oftenly rated over other ships when they're SO LAME AND BLAND AND BRING ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. i am not criticizing originality, you know im unoriginal as well, but other fandoms have this something called ✨VARIETY✨ that EVEN IF the boring bland m/m ship still is number one ship of everyone and their grandmas, it'll still be in a relative equal number of fans and content (or directly opposite where Super Popular Ship has like 100 fans producing stuff and literally anything else has like <5, so you only have to block 1 or maybe 2 Super Popular Ships and then is smooth sailing full of variety~)

tl;dr they're annOyedTPs actually they're not bad, they are meh plus the over exposure can really grind someone's gears, second place being not AS popular thus annoying but still pretty much talked about and liked by many people as they are second places to ships in the normie zone

and finally finally what i actually dislike, shipping canonically het married characters with same-sex characters (and not in the funny way)(specially the gay best friend in love with their straight friend, my absolute belothed) or any flavor of enemies-to-lovers, whether it's a tame rivals-to-lovers or a legit hero x villian (stockholm syndrome can be fine but it depends on how its presented....or if it's... y'know funny) or same-age shipping where the characters maturity levels are SO DRASTICALLY DIFFERENT idk it feels kinda icky :////

In any case, i'm still answering asks for particular ships if y'all want a more in depth opinion ^w^

[cupidcalling]

animal death. Those who know me from old (terminated for sexualizing oldfictional men) blogs will remember when this happened. Under the cut, a lil graphic maybe.

I can still remember coming home from work to find Salem unconscious and unresponsive on the ground in a puddle of his own drool. He didn't respond to me calling for him, to me petting him or when I moved him from the puddle of drool, when I would pet his ears in a way that always made him kick like a dog. His body had shut down, he was barely breathing.

I had to call my wife home from work early that day, and I sat next to him unable to bring myself to hold him, I don't know if he knew I was there, sitting next to him desperate for her to come home and him to be ok. I thought "maybe if we get to the vet fast enough we can save him."

I was wrong. My wife got home, she used to work at two different vet offices. She knew when a cat was going to pass. I started crying again, she said he wouldn't make it even if we got him to medvet, we called for a lyft, warned him we were taking a cat to the vet for potential euthenasia. He said it was ok, just keep him wrapped up because he was allergic. He apologized for our loss before he even got to us. At one point, my wife, holding him in a blanket, said he had passed. I had had this cat since i was 9. I remember repeating "No no no" and "he isnt dead" until I couldnt breath. I was sobbing, I felt like I failed him.

We took him to the vet we knew, wrapped him in his favorite blanket, prepared for the worst. He became a little responsive in the car, meowing frantically, scared because he couldn't see. You could see it in his eyes that he couldn't see, he was terrified, he always hated cars. I felt so guilty for putting him in one for his last moments alive. I still do.

They took him to the back and asked questions like "has he bitten anyone recently" checking to make sure they didn't need to do a rabies check after. He was an inside only, 17 year old FIV+ cat with maybe two teeth left, and one was badly chipped. They said it was amazing he lived so long. My wife believed he had a seizure and that was too much, with the FIV and being so old and having dental issues, it was too much for his body. He couldn't recover.

They took us to a back room in case the worst came to pass as they examined him. They came back about five minutes later.

"I'm sorry, he started to pass while we were examining him, we had to put him down."

We knew, already, he wouldn't make it. We knew, but it still hurt that he was alone with strangers for his last moments.

"Do you want to hold him?"

My wife didn't. I did. I needed to know he was truly gone. They brought him in, wrapped in the same favorite blanket. He hadn't even emptied his bowels when he died. I found that strange. I held him for... I don't even know how long. My wife held him for maybe 3 minutes before handing him back to me saying "That isn't my cat."

It was, but it wasn't. Our cat had been so full of life when we had both left for work, doing his usual routine of cuddling at night, then yelling for food in the morning. He got wet food with his dry food, to make it easier to eat with his missing teeth.

Now he was stiff and cold. I pressed the call button repeatedly to have them come and get him. Nobody came. I held him unwillingly for twenty or more minutes, pressing the button continously for them to come get him. I didn't want to hold him anymore. They didn't come until they needed the room for someone else.

We opted to have him cremated, we wanted a fur trimming with some of his white furs, some whiskers, his paw print and a paw clay print.

I left that day without the cat I'd had since 9 years old. Feeling as if I had abandoned him. If I had called out of work that day like I had felt like doing, like I wanted to do, because I felt wrong, would he have survived? Would I have gotten him help fast enough?

I don't know. I'll never know. We chose not to have the cause of death discovered because the vet agreed, he had a seizure or a stroke and it was too much for him.

We got his remains about a week and a half later, they put his paw print on a fucking poem about the "rainbow bridge" that me and my wife both hate. I had wanted his paw print tattoo'd on me, and now I can never have that because they didn't give it to us the way we paid for (as a plain ink press.)

What's left of him is tattoo'd on my leg, in a cute picture of a black cat with a grey nose and green eyes. It has his ashes in it. My wife has a matching tattoo on the same ankle, also with his ashes.

I miss him. I had to move out of my apartment because I couldn't stop hallucinating him, running around, playing, eating, throwing up. ETC. The most common one was seeing him there dying again, I would dream about it, I still do. Everytime I looked at the spot I found him, I could see him clear as day. I couldn't handle it anymore, I couldn't keep watching my cat die day after day after day.

So when the chance came up, we moved out. The new apartment is terrible, it had a flea infestation, my cats all are on revolution and always have been, they're inside only cats, one was born on my couch and against my will was an inside outside cat because of my parents letting him out despite me saying not to do that. He has FIV as well. He turns 9 this year in July. He's Salem's son, they have the exact same shade of green eyes, the same mannerisms, the only difference is Kuroo is a tux cat while Salem was a pure black cat, rust when he got older, a few white hairs too.

The other two got picked up when they were four weeks old, we said we could foster one and keep the other. We ended up falling in love with the foster. We kept both. Neither have been tested for FIV, it's highly unlikely they have it as they were picked up at 4 weeks old.

I don't hallucinate Salem anymore, my downstairs neighbor screams and throws a fit if my cats are too loud, I wish I hadn't moved. My cats deserve a bigger home. I downgraded to a 1 bed 1 bath with my wife. We lost nearly 150 square feet. It was a mistake I can't take back. I hallucinate people in my house now, I'm more paranoid. I can't take back my choice to live here. I'm locked into the lease until September.

[bronzetomatoes]

okay explanation under the cut bc i like talking about my writing

as the title states, the poem is about how i stop eating enough when i get too stressed. it's always initially caused by nausea and a general lack of appetite, but only when i'm actually trying to eat something, and i stay hungry the rest of the time.

the driving metaphor wasn't planned, it sort of just fell into place. i started the poem with the shaking because it was the most noticeable effect, and it reminded me of how my hands feel after a long drive. i think it worked so well because my daily commute by freeway is such a mundane experience for something with so much potential for danger, and that resonates with how easily my thoughts around restrictive eating can start to spiral.

my fingertips shaking is such an inconsequential thing compared to the full-body fatigue, so i led with that and let the rest follow to give it a flippant tone while still showing the severity. the first line says "worth it" while the repetition says "unnoticeable" and "ignorable," changing the stance from accepting to dismissive. "tighten your grip on the steering wheel" is a direct metaphor for holding onto control of the situation.

the boots line was because i got new boots the other day and it was awkward to drive in them, and i couldnt really gauge how much pressure to use on the accelorator (i don't really know how far i should take it). "lighten up on the pedal, you're wasting gas" is a warning about letting the situation get out of hand, but framed as practical advice. don't avoid speeding cause it's dangerous, avoid it cause it uses more gas.

the fog is a direct metaphor for how zoned out i've been (due to stress, due to hunger, lack of sleep, dehydration, worsening tics, etc). "thick enough to taste" is fairly heavy-handed. i've found myself falling behind because i've let it consume me, but i let it happen, because i tell myself i can see a hard limit (the brake lights). "you can feel the dull ache, and cling to it, and pretend it's about focus" is about the physical hunger, and how i use that to ground myself when i can feel my head slipping. i can use that to pretend the hunger is useful

the last stanza is pretty simple. "little cars," "not much weighing you down," straightforward metaphor for making myself more unstable. "steer towards the lines if you wanna stay in them" is literally true because the wind really does fuck w little cars, but is also about pushing the limits a little to avoid going off the road. the last three lines were what i considered my most intentful lines from the poem, so i restated them to make my point a little less subtle. hope you enjoyed 👍

long-term stress can result in disordered eating

[reidsnose]

happy campers

overview: the bau goes on a team building camping trip but reader and spencer spend most of their time together

genre: fluff

a/n: ive been kicking myself for not posting in forever but i think this one is pretty cute! please lmk what yall think :)

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the stuffy, eight person suv finally rolled to a stop, the overgrown children that call themselves the bau tumbling out as quickly and gracelessly as possible. Morgan and Reid nearing the end of a 2 and a half minute long slap fight that you happened to be caught directly in the middle of. you looked at jj, pleading to make them stop with her mom powers.

"boys behave or ill ground you both," she sighed, going to help out with taking things out of the trunk.

they immediately stopped, muttering under their breath that the other one started it. but before they could start again, Spencer caught a glance at you. you were taking a deep breath, smiling contently, very clearly happy to get some fresh, forest air. despite being in direct sunlight, your smile was far brighter than anything he'd seen in his whole life.

before he knew it he was being snapped out of his daze and asked to help set up the tents. he was really hoping to have a chance to share a tent with you, like you sometimes had done on cases when hotel rooms were scarce. but he knew that almost everyone wanted a spot in your tent because you're that much fun to be around. Penelope would win, obviously, and he would be paired up with morgan again.

he let out a sigh as he finished up pitching one of the tents, pulling the corner and nailing it into the ground. as he did so, something caught his eye: a pink, round, fat little worm crawled out of the dirt.

his attention was now fully on the worm, ecstatic to see it because he had been reading up on worms for a while. he called morgan and hotch over since they were the closest to him, rambling excitedly all hes learned about them so far. he looked up and could see the disinterest behind their polite smiles. his own smile faltered for a second, until he saw you finishing up pitching a tent.

"im gonna go show y/n. shes gonna love this!" spencer giggled, already walking towards you.

"hey kid i dont know if she-" morgan began.

"reid she might not-" hotch started as well.

but he had already reached you, sticking out his hand and revealing the worm. hotch and morgan looked at each other worriedly, concerned that the tiniest rejection from you, even about something as small as a worm, would tear his heart to pieces.

their faces changed from worry to confusion as they watched a wide grin crack on your face.

"oh! a worm!" you exclaimed gleefully.

they observed as you put your hand out and Spencer dropped the worm in your hand. you watched it wriggle around and would occasionally look up and nod along with his rambling, asking questions and listening intently. hotch and morgan were speechless, knowing full well if they offered a girl they liked a worm, she would not have the same reaction.

you and Spencer started walking back over to the tent, where hotch and morgan tried their best to seem busy. you two were laughing, something about putting the worm back where he found it so it gets home safely. if there was ever any doubt that you and Spencer would be the perfect couple, its completely disintegrated now.

you and Spencer were typically joined at the hip, but after the worm encounter, you two were especially inseparable.

the girls went down by the lake to tan while you and Spencer tried to build a hut out of random sticks and logs you found around the forest. and while the guys were fishing on that same lake, Spencer and you were rock skipping, and he was explaining to you the physics behind it. and you were both scaring away any potential fish for rossi, hotch, and morgan to catch. so you two were banished back into the forest for the time being. when the rest of the team came back, you and him were up in a tree, eating some of the snacks they'd packed, talking and laughing and subconsciously leaning into one another. you didn't need to be a profiler to see the signs. you two were head over heels already, even if you guys didn't know it yet.

after a bonfire full of roasted marshmallows and scary stories, laughs and giggles. it was a wonderful, but tiring night and before you knew it you were getting ready for bed, sharing highlights of the day back and fourth with Penelope.

"i'm picking up on a bit of a pattern," she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows.

you wracked your brain, "what pattern?"

"all of your highlights included a certain adorkable genius."

"what? no we just...he's my best friend so we-cause its fun and i just-" you stammered, feeling your face heat up with every passing second.

"relax my love, i was just teasing," she chuckled, turning over to go to sleep.

"yeah i know. goodnight pen."

"goodnight lovely," she sighed, "but give some thought to lover boy."

you chuckled lightly before whispering to yourself, "trust me i have."

you woke up and checked the time, it was 4:47am but you just could not fall asleep. you crawled out of the tent, grabbing your blanket when you felt the cool morning air rush at you. you didn't want to wake anyone, so you made your way over to the little hill that the suv was parked on, stealing the keys from hotch's bag and crossing to the other side that faced east. the sun would be rising soon, it would be nice to watch; you draped your blanket across your shoulders. you heard footsteps coming from behind you, your blood running cold, immediately assuming the worst.

you turned around and were met with Spencer's sleepy smile. his hair stuck up in all directions and he looked perfectly adorable. you had to resist your urge to give in and kiss him right then and there.

"you scared me!" you whispered, trying to stifle a smile.

"im sorry," he giggled, "why are you up?"

"im not sure i just couldnt fall back asleep. why are you up?" you echoed.

"morgan keeps farting."

you and him let out hearty laughs, quickly covering your mouths as to not wake up the rest of the team.

you faced the car for a second, legs growing tired from standing.

"look how pretty the fogged up windows look," you observed, facing back and fourth between the colorful sky and the muggy version reflecting on the suv. you pressed your hand against the window, leaving a print, "so cold!" you chuckled.

spencer put his hand next your handprint, quickly recoiling, "you werent lying," he laughed, shivering a little.

you looked at the two handprints, his comically larger than yours and you couldnt help but smile to yourself.

"do you want some blanket?" you asked, opening your arms.

"i think im too tall," he frowned, "maybe if i crouch?"

"how about," you dangled the keys infront of your face before opening the trunk of the suv, "front row seats to the sunrise and some blanket."

"that sounds perfect," he smiled, begging his body not to redden his cheeks.

you two crawled into the trunk, draping the blanket across both of your shoulders, being pulled together by the small piece of fabric. you two were completely cuddled together, getting maximum warmth from the blanket and each other's body heat. a comfortable silence floated between you, faint bird songs and the others breathing filling it with peace. you felt your eyelids droop, despite the breathtaking rebirth of the sun happing in front of you. spencer was just so comfortable.

he felt the same way, his head falling to rest on top of yours as sleep pulled at his eyes. he yawned lightly, pulling you closer and breathing you in. you smiled. perfectly content.

about an hour later, hotch woke up, searching frantically for his keys. he ran up to check if the suv was still there, only to be met with your sleeping figures in the open trunk, wrapped up tightly in a blanket, smiles on both of your faces despite being asleep. hotch was good at predicting things, he saw scenarios play out fully before they truly began.

he snapped a picture, knowing it would be put to good use in a few years, he smelled a wedding.

spencer and you spent the drive home smiling like a couple of idiots, grins growing wider each time the sun hit the window just right, revealing your handprints.

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[thekingofwinterblog]

It’s all for his sake - Endeavor and the Sunk Cost Fallacy

My hero academia 301 is a pretty interesting chapter, but for me, the most notable piece of it was how Endeavour reacted to the realization that Touya couldnt surpass All Might.

upon realizing that his son might not be able to do it because of inborn physical limitations, he immediatly stopped his training, which frankly was the responsible and adult thing to do. 

This stint of real parenthood did not last long however.

After taking the matter to a doctor, he is flat out told that not only cant Touya achive what endeavor wants, but it is a direct result of his incredibly selfish and irresponsible attempt to play god, by trying to breed the “perfect” hero into being.

It is how you react when you lose however, that shows who you really are, and endeavor illustrates that very, very well.

Upon being told in no uncertain terms that his attempts at Breeding an heir failed magnificently, producing a child that was not capable of resisting his own immense power, but also admonished by his doctor for even attempting it, and adviced not to try again, Endeavor instead doubled down, while focusing on the child he screwed over from the start with his attempt at genetic manipulation.

It was all for him you see. Endeavor doesnt use those words, but that is how he spins it here. it was all for Touya, all for his sake. if i stop now, then Touya was all for nothing, a mistake, im doing this for my son.

if im doing this for my son, then im not responsible for any of this.

his wife however, calls him out on it, as she understands Touya much, much more than endeavor does. or rather, she sees him fully as a human being, instead of as a thing, a weapon, a failed attempt at an heir.

Unlike Endeavor, Rei is able to see the way this all is affecting her son. She is able to see, and understand that Touya has fully accepted what Endeavor wanted him to be. a stronger, and better version of himself. however, unlike Endeavor, she only cares about him as a person.

Endeavour by comparison isnt completely uncaring about Touya. like most abusive parents, he does possess love for his offspring, but it is forever tainted by the fact that however much he might care, or not care about Touya, any familial love he has for his son is tainted by the fact that to Endeavor, he is a failed experiment, a failed heir, not his child. 

He is the golden child that Endeavor was building up as his true and only heir, who he breed, trained, and molded to for that single purpose, and now that he’s reached a point where he cant continue that legacy.

so, its time to abandon him, and start over new, despite literarily having just learned how stupid this plan was, and that it can, in fact, go completely wrong, with a quirk that will fuck over the person he brings into the world.

Of course, Endeavor doesnt use those words to frame it. there is no way to pretend to be a hero, if you phrase it like that after all. Intead, this is the words he uses.

this is a very important series of panels for a great number of reasons, some that can be debated, argued, and we will probably never know the full truth to the questions because this is a series published in 2020′s shonen jump, and there are things that probably wasnt gonna fly with Hori’s editors, if it was the case.

but lets start with what can not be debated. Endeavor’s words here.

“If we want him to give it up, then we have no choice... Touya... Cant surpass him.”

These are very telling words, and however you believe The third and fourth children of the Todoroki family was concieved, there is not denying the meaning of what he’s saying here.

The only way that my son will stop being an idiot and fall into line, is if we have another baby. that is the only Right way to move forward. it is morally right, because if we dont do this, then he’s going to destroy himself.

there are two ways to interpret this scene.

The charitable way is to read it as the fact that he used Rei’s oldest son’s mental state as a justification of guilting his wife to have a third child, to give this attempt at a superpowered breeding project another shot, despite the fact that they now know that this can lead to a child who is essentially born crippled from his own powers, and despite the fact that Rei obviously understands the effect of them continuing this insanity will have on their oldest son.

the uncharitable way to look at it, is that he used this as justification for flat out raping her, and forcing a third, and then later a fourth child on her.

I personally believe the last one, given a number of factors shown in this chapter(the way this page is framed, the fact Rei obviously didnt want a third child, given she predicted exactly how touya would react, the way her eyes would latet turn when she looks at who is presumably touya which really brings to mind how she would later react to her youngest son’s face after her mental breakdown, etc.), but i’ll frankly admitt that withouth a direct quote from Hori, its impossible to know for sure one way or another. 

either way however, this is a very good example of Endeavor both being influenced by, and using Sunk Cost Fallacy to justify bringing another potentially crippled child into the world for his own, selfish goals.

sunk cost Fallacy, is a mental reaction to when you invest more time and resources into a project, that you becomes so emotionally invested into said project that you will continue to invest into it, even if it reaches a point that it becomes clear that the resources you put into it, far, far outweighs the potential gains you can achieve.

because if you give up after having invested years, and years of effort to breed, raise, and train a kid, and then all that effort was absolutely wasted. hence he choose to keep going, despite having learned what a terrible idea this is.

He doesnt care about the fact that his next child might be even more crippled than his firstborn, he doesnt care about his son’s actual wellbeing. he cares about the fact that if he doesnt continue this insanity, then not only will he not achieve his dreams, but everything he did to get to this point was for absolutely nothing.

and endeavor cannot accept that. and so long as he can justify breeding more children into the world, and there being any chance they might inherit both quirks perfectly, he doesnt care about anything else.

and the moment he realised that this kid wasnt gonna cut it either, he did it again. it is not a coincidence, that the age gap between Endeavor’s second, third, and fourth children were all 3-4 years apart. because thats the age where you can usually tell when a quirk will manifest or not, as established earlier in the series.

While she isnt brought up directly by Endeavor as a justification, it is very telling that Endeavor decided on having a third child, only after his second child was old enough that he could tell that that there was no chance she could take the place as his heir instead.

So, he had his third child, and as time passed and it became obvious that he wasn’t gonna be able to fulfill Endeavor’s goals either, he dumped him, and instead breed a fourth child into existence.

and finally, he struck gold. he did it. he produced Shoto.

everything was finally worth it, and now, everything would be absolutely fine. the cost fallacy had reached its end, and it was now all full sails ahead.

except of course it wasnt.

His oldest son, now in middle school, had been raised from birth to believe he would surpass his father, only to be thrown away, and getting to see his father try to replace him, not once, but twice.

frankly, this scene is probably my favorite in the chapter, because it goes to show Endeavor’s mindset. Natsuo made a point that their father completely ignored his older children. and he did... from Natsuo’s perspective. however, having a more thourough picture of things, we can clearly see that this wasnt the case with Touya.

Endeavor genuinly cared for Touya, enough that once he got that child he tried to breed into existence 4 times, he genuinly wanted him to just abandon trying to be a hero. he genuinly thinks of himself as a good dad here, wanting his son to abandon the mission he set out for him before he was born. of course, with context, this heartwarming scene is incredibly sad and insidious, because we understand why Endeavor got so attached to his oldest child. because he WAS the golden child. he was the child Endeavor genuinly cared about, and invested in, and trained personally with great warmth and enthusiasm.

And not only did he abandon him as a failed project the moment he realized he wasnt gonna live up to his ridiculous standards, but he literarily created 2 more kids to try and replace him, just as his oldest son was old enough to understand what exactly his dad was doing. over the course of this chapter, we get to see Touya’s start as a 5-8 year old, his deteriorating mental state over the years, until he finally seemed to reach the breaking point with Shoto’s birth sometime in his middle school years 12-15. 

Endeavor is in this scene, just not capable of understanding why Touya so desperately wants to become a hero, when obviously he isnt physically able to do so. he isnt able to understand that he is 100% to blame for the fact that his son is having a full emotional breakdown after literaly being replaced by his siblings. 

In other words, Endeavor genuinly think’s he’s a good person. a person who has made a few mistakes along the way sure, but a person who was always justified in the end, and now that he’s having to face the fact that as dabi would later say “The past never dies” and has to face the aftermath of his inane attempt to play god for the pettiest of reasons, things simply arent going to work out.

He isnt going to have a happy family, who can now put the awful early years behind them, he put way too much effort, caused too much suffering and sacrificed too many years of his life for this not to work out as he wants.

after all, if he walks away from this project now, and lets Shoto have a normal childhood, and decide for himself, with no pressure from him, wheter or not to become a hero, then the sunk cost fallacy will have reached a negative end. it will all have been for nothing.

and we know he did eventually double down on this mentality, literarily beating into Shoto that he WAS going to become a hero, and there was not but’s or no’s about it.

there was no way that Endeavor was EVER going to let things be for nothing. His treatment of his older children could not be for nothing. His treatment of his wife could not be for nothing. His treatment of Shoto, and the way he beat him black and blue to train him, could not be for nothing.

Because if it all was for nothing, if everything he feels guilty about was for absolutely nothing, then he was in fact, a bad, bad person, who had no justification for anything he ever did.