#does this deserve being posted? not really

[asheepinfrance]

nurse... nurse she's out and she's art posting. god... oh god nurse. Anyways I wrote this in like 20 minutes and did not proof read it but i love my boy! i love my little rat man! and he deserves a little post. will have a patrick post soon :))

Being 18 is fucking weird, man. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. There’s still acne cropping up where it’s most noticeable, sweat when there’s no heat, but with all the added pressures of legal adulthood, and, worst of all, a just-above-teenage mind that insists on wandering. If Art could have gotten through a single senior year English class without staring at that one girl in the third row and having to cross his legs, which he swears is subtle, he’d be convinced of miracles. But it’s summer break now, and that means he’s free to do as he pleases. As he pleases, for the time being, is lounge on his porch steps, throwing a tennis ball up… and then down… and then up again… then back down. Fascinating stuff, really. That’s just about as satisfying as a sticky, early-June day can be until he sees just about the prettiest girl, like, ever, walk by. She must be the most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid eyes on. He’s convinced of it. She’s practically strutting down the sidewalk, which is so uneven it should be considered a safety hazard, like she owns the place. Does she? Who cares. Pretty girl. Pretty, pretty girl with pretty, long legs and pretty long hair and oh jesus christ, why is she looking this way-

 “Hey, you, uh… dropped this, so…” Oh god, she’s standing so close. When did she get all the way here? If he reached out a hand just the slightest bit, he’d be touching her soft-looking thighs and it’s enough to leave him panting. Thank god it’s hot, at least he’ll have a valid-sounding excuse for it. He’s vaguely aware that she’s holding out a tennis ball that he’d apparently dropped… he genuinely didn’t notice a thing. “Yeah, I- Huh! Yeah, thanks.” And now he’s standing there, and she’s standing there, and he needs to get her to talk again. He didn’t memorize her voice the first time. “Do I know you?” He leans back on his palms, knee over knee, and he’s sure he looks absolutely badass. The smile that grows on her face shows it’s something more akin to ‘child with a playground crush’. “No, I’m just visiting. My cousins, I mean. His name’s Cooper, you know him?” Cooper. As in Cooper Friedman with the giant glasses and chronic B.O? How the hell are they related?? “Cooper? Aw, man, that’s my best bud. We should all… hang out or something while you’re in town. You know… since me and him already hang out all the time…”

She quirks a brow, barely suppressed grin on her face. “You hang out with Cooper?” He’s about to insist that yes, they’re just the bestest of friends, when she laughs. She laughs and it’s so real and raw and human and he can feel his lips curling into that stupid, mousey smile he’s so unconfident about. She doesn’t seem horrified by it. Win. “You’re too pretty for that shit, dude-”

“Art! It’s Art.” How cool and not desperate sounding at all. Awesome, bad-ass, tough guy behavior, really. “Well then, you’re too pretty for that shit, Art.” Oh wow. Oh wow, she said his name. She said his name and he finally understands the universe. The universe is one pretty girl saying your name with the sweetness usually reserved for someone much nearer and dearer than a perfect strange. 

Oh my god. Did she say pretty? The realization hits him in the stomach like the many poorly-aimed (purposefully or otherwise) tennis balls that he’s taken to the gut. He’s sat there gaping like a fish, and she tilts her head with a grin, seemingly unbothered. If anything, she’s amused. He’ll happily make a fool of himself around the clock to see her smile like that. After a few more seconds of fool-making, she just shrugs the interaction off, seemingly having found as much entertainment in him as she could. She offers him a little finger wave, a smile that’s just a bit different than the other ones, and a “Bye, Art” that could kill a man. Specifically, a man named Art Donaldson, who’s still staring at her with stars in his eyes. “Yeah… yeah, bye” and he’s still grinning and he has to repeat his senior-year English routine of crossing his legs. She doesn’t mention it when she walks away, so she must not have seen. He’s silently thanking the universe for his subtlety. 

She absolutely noticed.

[lorelune]

(jing yuan x reader x dan feng // a continuation of this post // bdsm club au // CW: subtop jing yuan, trans dom bottom df, reader in the cuck chair // wc: 1.7k)

"are you watching?"

of course you are. how could you not be?

dan feng looks over his shoulder at you, eyes like uncut jade as he calls for your attention. as if it could be anywhere other than him and his lover.

you nod. it seems to satiate the man enough to turn back to his prize.

jing yuan lay below dan feng, hands tied neatly with a rich, crimson rope. the knot is secured secondarily to the headboard, keeping the man's arms held above his head. his legs are tied too, secured to the bedposts. jing yuan is left an immobile morsel and he couldn't look happier about it. he regards his husband with a lovesick gaze.

you feel like a pervert, watching their lovers dance.

(but that's the point, isn't it?)

dan feng straddles jing yuan's lap. his smaller thighs look tense and tight around jing yuan's own. the line of dan feng's spine, bowed beautifully like a stream, accentuates the litheness of his build. both of them are bare.

once again— pervert.

you white-knuckle the arms of the chair. it's a plush thing, far to comfortable for the debauched nature of its purpose and placement. it's tucked in a corner, giving you a perfect view of the two of them and their dances. you gulp as you shift.

they've hardly started and you're already wet.

dan feng kisses jing yuan. the latter moans, low and rolling, how he usually does in the beginning of these sessions. jing yuan's voice gets higher and broken the longer the evening goes on. he's hardly a vocal man, from what you've noticed, but when his husband is on top of him, jing yuan sings only for him.

and for you, as their captive audience.

dan feng drinks in each sound, raking his nails down jing yuan's chest. over his ample chest and catching his nipples. dan feng twists them, wets the tips of his fingers as a brief reprieve from kissing the other before going back to worry the rosy, stiffening buds.

you swallow.

you're really not sure how you ended up like this— in this place, in a place that has become your place. you're not sure what you did to deserve a spot in their bedroom, one that has become reserved only for you. exclusively for you. your heart flutters as dan feng's pulls back from jing yuans' mouth, strands of spit connecting them.

"messy, " dan feng hums, kissing down his husband's throat. dan feng nips, but never leaves harsh marks.

(you've noticed that dan feng wants to hurt jing yuan more. there's a hesitation, just before he touches the other. he kiss, he suck and bite and lavishment is tempered in some way.)

from your vantage, you can see dan feng's desires, perhaps, better than he can himself.

it's one of the parts of being a voyeur that you like. getting to glean morsels from a couple's dynamic, you eat it up. jing yuan and dan feng invited you into their lives, into their bed, and sat you in this chair, and from your perch, you have come to figure out much about them.

dan feng carries stress in his shoulder. he gets wettest and neediness when jing yuan eats him out from behind. he likes riding jing yuan, just like this, with the other bound and spread and at his mercy.

dan feng is much meaner than he appears to be. he is kind to his husband, who does not seem to have the same tastes for pain.

jing yuan is a lover. beyond his indolent, surprisingly gentle exterior, there is a softened, tender part of him you see glimpses of. sometimes here, like this, but often just before you leave. during the indulgent, sweet care that he and dan feng share, and in the moments you say goodbye before departing their home in the evenings. he wants dan feng to feel good and loved and safe—

(and, you think, jing yuan wants you to feel this way too. maybe.)

or, maybe it's wistful thinking.

dan feng has slid down jing yuan's body, sucking his cock in a perfunctory way before holding a large, relatively intimidating vibrating want against the head of jing yuan's cock. he gasps when it turns on. you catch dan feng's smug grin, a crack in the man's cold exterior.

"look at how sensitive he is," dan feng hums. he gaze slides back to you. drawing you into the dynamic as a toddling participant rather than an onlooker confined to a cuck chair.

(you're not sure why they want you.)

there are any number of people like yourself. voyeurs who linger in the corners of clubs like the one you met dan feng and jing yuan at. you just went to watch. you would watch someone get pummeled or spanked until they were crying or cumming, or both, and then finish off your night with a cigarette in the club's quaint smoking section. your routine was set in stone, a fixture, prior to jing yuan approaching you and asking if you'd like to join them in a private room.

("no touching, of course," jing yuan had nodded down to the glowing blue wristband. "just a private session, an appreciation to my husband's favorite voyeur.")

it had been an open invitation. one you had accepted.

how things escalated to where they are now, with you so wet and horny you could die while dan feng's bounces on jing yuan's cock, are beyond you.

it all still feels quite fragile.

it's easier to focus on why you're here, rather than the nature of your companionship. dan feng's cunt leaks over jing yuan's cock, a milky mix of the two of them dripping down jing yuan's shaft and dan feng's moves. it coats jing yuan's balls and drips onto the bed below.

the visuals are obscene.

dan feng's hair, long and silky, well taken care of— is wound in a single hand of his as he rides jing yuan's. his other hand is braced on the others navels, digging into the shallow bruises and cuts he's already left. they're an exquisite pair.

dan feng stops before jing yuan comes. he's partial to edging with jing yuan, it's a preference.

dan feng, dewy-faced and panting, looks over his shoulder once more and regards you with a gaze of onyx. his pupils are wide with lust, even when pointed you.

"do you think he deserves to cum yet?" dan feng asks. jing yuan whines behind him, a shattering type of sound.

you brace yourself and dig your nails into the arm of your chair, "... no."

dan feng looks pleased, both with your reply and that you replied at all. "i'd agree. it's better to make him work for it more, hm?"

dan feng pulls off the others cock, and replaces his pussy with the head of the wand, louder and harsher than before. poor jing yuan's spine bends off the bed. unfortunately for jing yuan, from what you've observed, the man has quite a bit of sexual stamina and doesn't come easily.

(all the better for dan feng's appetites. and jing yuan's own, when they manifest like this.)

you want them.

you're not sure when you went your voyeurism turned from curiosity and detached, carnal desire, but at some point it did, and now you feel stupid and dumb and guilty for how much the display of dan feng and jing yuan's particular brand of intimacy damns you. lust is not foreign to you, but it is so rarely attached to a person— or persons— these days.

your mouth feels dry and too wet all at once.

you can't intrude. this is an intrusion enough, isn't it? regardless of invitation. seeing the intimate dance the two have is an invasion, in and of itself. it makes you feel dirty, and yet these romps have largely replaced your time at the club these last few months.

dan feng bows over jing yuan, spitting filth into his ears as he works the wand. up and down his cock, down to the root and boots of it and jing yuan groans, withered. his large hands ball into fist and tug at his binds. the bed creaks and dan feng pauses.

the two meet eyes and dan feng checks in seamlessly.

they're so... attuned. it makes you jealous. it makes you feel like a stupid, lonely virgin (and only one out of the three of those descriptions is really true) to watch them and yearn like how you do. the desire has no where to go. it runs within you as jing yuan lets out a little 'green' and dan feng pushes up his bangs to kiss his forehead.

you can practically taste the sweetness of the moment.

you savor it, because part of you is horrifically aware of the temporary nature of your relationship with them, if you can call it that. they'll surely grow tired, grow bored, or unamused with the little voyeur they've invited so close to their bed.

(never mind the adoring looks they both give you when you arrive at their doorstep. never mind the wads of cash they sneak into your purse and refuse to accept back. never mind the daily texts and cat photos the two bombard you with throughout the day, and how they request the same mundane sparks from you too. never mind how both dan feng and jing yuan cannot not watch your lips before they send you off into the cold night. never mind how they wish you would stay, that you would let them—)

it is temporary, you remind yourself. you must eat the pleasure, devour it, even in the odd form that you receive it now. you watch dan feng grind down onto jing yuan's cock, sucking a dark, claiming hickey a little too high on the other man's collar.

jing yuan gasps as his husband does, gaze drifting to you. cracked open and yearning, full of desire. you don't know what you've done to deserve it.

"mine." dan feng growls the words into jing yuan's throat. it's a declaration, something you so intimately knew and see and it makes you so turned on it hurts and it makes your heartache for something it can't have, all at once.

(perhaps your pain distracts you. and you, so foolishly, do not see the way dan feng looks from jing yuan to you as he draws away. as if the proclamation of ownership wasn't just for his husband, but the little stray they've taken into their laps.)

(you'll get it, eventually.)

[isa-ghost]

God, it's no fucking wonder Ghosties get so defensive of him whenever people get too heated about his rp characters and stuff.

I've had plenty of spats with Ghosties who have gotten a bit too toxic about that kinda stuff (let's not even get into what Purgatory did to all of us Bolas & Soulfire watchers, or the current TRSMP stuff......). I'm sure even now I have some blocked and I just dr who on my blocklist is a Ghostie that maybe deserves a second chance. But Jesus Christ, ever since QSMP's fall from grace I've gained so much sympathy for Bad, and I understand why you guys get so vicious now. Even if I still condemn it and wish those who Do get way too mean would step back and realize they're mad about friends playing Minecraft.

Like I can be aggravated by the aggression without blaming y'all for it, if that makes sense? Some Ghosties do 100% need to chill the fuck out, but there are plenty of people who attack y'all and Bad to an unreasonably degree that also need to chill the fuck out too. I wish more people recognized it's a two way street, and realized where a lot of this defensiveness comes from. Bad and his community have put up with this kinda shit for going on 5 years, maybe even longer.

Even 1-2 years ago I was openly posting Bbh crit for a couple reasons, but I don't think I'd say I ever genuinely hated him? I'd like to think the crits were really fair of me, and even if things I've said have been emotionally charged, I've never said like. Fuck that guy, hope he dies, or whatever, y'know? It's always been genuine and nuanced at its core, as I try to be with all the discourse I weigh in on.

Like even during peak Purgatory when tensions between us Bolas watchers and Soulfire watchers (esp Ghosties, given Bbh did most of the work sending Bolas into manic hysteria) were UNBEARABLE and I was genuinely frustrated by things, I still didn't hate him. I actually have a post that TO THIS DAY gets notes thanking Bad for being a little shitgoblin the way he was because it gave us Bolas watchers such a weirdly special and chaotic thing that a lot of us still hold dear, even despite the boiling hatred we have for Purgatory and all the bullshit it caused as a whole.

And in the wake of everything between DSMP and QSMP, I don't think I could ever hate him now. Hearing things from Ghosties and even non-Ghosties is just solidifying that further. When the eggs were in and out of hiatus in 2024, and then Shade & Lumi left the team, I felt so fucking awful that Bad had to watch everyone else get their kids back while he had to "make do" with basically all the other eggs instead of his own (I know he was an honorary Richas parent and all that, but you get what I mean.) And then he lost Richas too. I'd argue he was the one holding out the hardest for QSMP to work itself out, and it just. Didn't. He got burnt by it all so fucking hard, I've felt terrible for him ever since.

I may not really watch him, and I may still get frustrated by his rp characters at times, but I don't hold anything against him. Especially because I see what a good person he is overall, and I've never forgotten how much shit he's had to put up with, even from some of my faves.

Bad puts his heart and soul into EVERYTHING he does, he has patience levels I couldn't even dream to have myself, and the lengths he goes for people he cares about are astronomical. And that's just what we know he's done, while everything he's done behind the scenes is implied. I think sometimes he's straight up too nice and forgiving for his own good, but that takes strength in itself in a way.

As he moves further and further away from the Dteam, I feel much more confident in standing up for him (the association was the main reason I've kept my distance). Same goes for the Ghosties who are cool and capable of talking about tension in a civil way.

So long as y'all are chill like that, I have your backs. I totally understand why you guys can get so prickly, and to a certain degree you guys deserve to be.

I wouldn't call myself a Ghostie exactly but I've been around since 2020 and I think we need to talk in detail about how Bad has been legitimately used and abused by the Dr*m Team. Especially now that he's making more noticeable moves to get the hell away from them.

Given I'm just on the outskirts of his community, my only starting points are their weird obsession with constantly threatening and joking about harming his dog (like during Jackboxes back in the day), and giving him 0 credit or acknowledgement for hosting the DSMP server.

But there is so so so so so so much more and I want this post to be a sounding board for the hardcore Ghosties who are sick of watching their guy get treated like shit constantly.

Go ahead and use this post to air them out, guys.

[tomathy-inside-of-the-it]

Sm rambly thoughts

Tommy’s new video is so direct and personal I really fuck with it. I appreciate how upfront it is. All this stuff has been boiling for years and It’s great that it’s coming out in full force now. I don’t think Tom’s a perfect guy ofc but clearly I really still vibe with him + I feel a lot of genuine passion and introspection in most of what he produces, he has every right to be proud of the thing’s he’s created.

I won’t speak much on dream from here on out since I tend to avoid him on the internet until things like this (inevitably) crop up, but I think that the way he’s handled all of his controversial situations is immature at best. It seems like when he writes these long messages, threads, and reddit posts and does these livestreams that there ARE genuine feelings put into it, but there is no self reflection. It’s just anger that he tries to repackage as “being reasonable”

I don’t really hate dream fans tbh as a whole, I know how it feels to hyperfixate on something to an intense degree and how it can feel too heavy or even painful to let go. I think there were moments when dream was mistreated by the internet, and I think it’s easy for those who want to see the best in him to latch onto that.

I think dream’s behavior has been regressing and it kinda makes me sad. I can’t really stand the guy or his circle, and everything from behind the scenes that comes out about them makes me dislike them more.

It feels like Dream got to the “your feelings are valid” part of therapy and never went past that. If he feels bad then that means he’s in the right

I think Tom deserves this time to just be completely open about everything he’s felt since he started working within this sphere. I think when people like Toby have criticized him about things like getting too into the bit at the expense of other’s comfort it’s completely valid. I don’t think dream is a person who has any right to use those criticisms, especially considering anything turned sexual. “He started it” and “they wanted to be treated as adults” are not excuses in any way. And language like that is why he’s probably never going to shed the groomer title in the public eye. It’s literally textbook speak for teenagers and kids to look out for. It’s disgusting.

Ultimately dream comes out of this looking like an even bigger dick than I already believed him to be. That’s kinda my biggest takeaway here, just like, “what a jerk.”

[fallenandinlovewithhumanity]

Watched 9-1-1 for the first time (and caught up) Here are some unsolicited and unfiltered opinions about our fave gay firefighter show.

Bobby Nash: Must be protected at all costs. Traumatized dad doing his gosh darn best. So happy he is loved by the 118 and that he seems to be accepting that more now.

Athena Grant: There's a post out here somewhere about how people named after gods/goddess embodying that deity. And Athena? Yeah she does exactly that. That woman deserves so much respect for the badass she is.

Howie "Chimney" Han: Silly goofy man who needs a hug and appreciation. His storyline with Kevin and every parallel to Albert made my heart hurt.

Evan "Buck" Buckley: Sweet baby boy, the firefighter Dean Winchester of another universe. I LOVE THIS MAN. Seeing him smile on screen is so infectiously amazing and I want to send a strongly worded letter to all the writers who are clearly trying to make sure I stay in the "fix-it" tag of Ao3. He is by far my comfort character in the show and someone needs to tell that man that he is loved.

Eddie Diaz: If I had to describe my type in two words it would be "Eddie Diaz." Holy fucking shit. (<- written by Buck.) But seriously, I've seen some stuff about how he's not the "best" latino representation because he does not have any specific cultural storylines ( I would love to see celebrations or other cultural things too, maybe for 8B and onward) but I for one feel represented plenty by his complicated relationship with expectations coming from his parents, partners (former or otherwise,) and himself.

Hen Wilson: GIVE THIS WOMAN A BREAK. I love her and it seems like she is always hurting when it comes to her family. Please give my queen a goddamn break. Some domestic bliss would do her kindly.

Maddie Buckley Han: When I say that I would die for her to be safe and happy, I mean it. The Buckley siblings have dealt with so much but Maddie, her storylines not only hit something compelling and dramatic but they are also too fucking real.

Christopher Diaz: I love him. Amazing. A fucking king. No Notes. Please come back to your dad(s).

Carla Price: LOVE THIS LOVELY HUMAN.

The Grant-Nash Fam: Harry and May are interesting characters and I really do love seeing them on screen, I understand why we see less of them though. Michael and David were lovely as well.

The Wilsons: Imma repeat what I said earlier, give them an episode where the biggest thing to happen is juice boxes getting left behind. They need a break. And give Karen more damn screen time that isn't just crying and fighting with Hen.

Josh Russo: the pre-Glee/ post Glee explanation was gold.

Captain Vincent Gerrard: Grumpy old man that needed a cozy job. Loved his "taking you under my wing" moment with Buck.

The Bigger Love Interests (Eddie):

Ana: I really liked her character, but saw how much anxiety was embedded into that relationship. She was never sure of her place and he was never sure he was ready.

Marisol: This felt weirdly rushed and like it happened mostly off screen. The nun thing was... catholic guilt intro I guess??

Shannon: Oof. The drama, the need for closure. I enjoyed having her on screen and I cried when she passed.

The Bigger Love Interests (Buck):

Abby: He was much more invested in the relationship and I think part of it was the circumstances but the way she left him was so damaging to his psyche. Not a fan.

Ali and Natalia: They did not leave a lasting impression on me. Though Natalia being interested in Buck because he died did raise some red flags.

Taylor: Listen... I love her fierce independence so much. But she did Buck so dirty. Trust issues and abandonment issues for Buck coming right back up.

Tommy: Narratively speaking, I tried to understand why he happened but I don't. His confusion at the beginning of the relationship just made me think that he just went along with what Buck thought he wanted. As a character, that man felt a bit one dimensional, and when he showed an ounce of personality it was always an interaction with Buck that made him feel lesser than. I feel blessed that man is off my screen.

The Writing/ The Plot:

At this point I am watching for the two idiots sharing a brain cell. But.. the disasters and plots are out of left field and really interesting. It takes a lot for a procedural type show to not fall into formulaic/ average 911 calls and I feel like at least one writer has a subreddit or something pinned to get ideas. I am far too invested in the 118 to leave now.

What do I ship at this point?

Buck and Eddie.

Athena and Bobby.

Maddie and Chim.

Hen and Karen.

Would I recommend this show?

Abso-fucking-lutely... if you enjoy some pain, I swear all these characters go through so much and the tissue boxes are not enough.

Thanks 9-1-1 for bringing me back to Tumblr.

And if anyone has headcanons, I would love to hear them!

[babyzzai]

gender identity and age regression rant or whatever ⋆˙⟡♡₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊♡⟡˙⋆

sewww... this post is just kinda me ranting about my own personal experiences because i never really see anyone else talking about it! transphobes/exclusionists dni, i dont wanna hear from yall <3

when i regress, i regress through girlre (usually, most of the time), despite identifying as nonbinary. this is probably because i grew up as a girl, and when i was a kid i was treated like a girl, used feminine nicknames on (ie. babygirl, princess, etc.), and liked stereotypical things marketed towards girls (pastel colors, toys marketed towards girls, overall just more stereotypically feminine things). and when i regress, i regress into the mindset and headspace i had when i was a literal baby, where i was treated as and where i percieved myself as a girl. hence why i heavily identify with girlre. although when im in an adult headspace i like all gendered terms equally, masc, neutral, and fem, when regressed i only like feminine and neutral ones, and dont want masc ones at all. for example, its very rare, if ever, that i would wanna be called "baby boy" but i would like "baby" or "baby girl".

feminine and neutral terms make my regression mindset feel right, but at the same time it leaves me, in general, feeling dysphoric, because in general i dont like to be seen as leaning fem in my gender, as id say my own perception of my gender identity with being nonbinary leans pretty much neutral, some days more masc some more fem but usually pretty smack dab in the middle. and so being treated as either mostly male or mostly female makes me dysphoric, which, can be a problem with me feeling most comfortable with girlre, because being treated as mostly female/fem leaning makes my regression headspace happy, but in general kind of meh :(

cuz like, idk if im making sense, but the best way i can describe it is the baby in me is a girl, like i was when i was literally a baby, but thats a part of me, and the whole of me is nonbinary, and so when im regressed it makes the kid in me happy to be seen as and treated as a girl, but the rest of me is dysphoric because of that.

ive kind of come to a middle ground, a happy medium, that when im regressed i use fem nicknames and neutral nicknames, and usually they/them pronouns (vs. me using they/he/she in general).

i honestly dont even think i summed up my perceptions and experiences enough because theres a ton more conflicting feelings i have about my gender both inside and outside of regression, but id say thats the best i can sum it up.

the point of this post is- to trans and nonbinary regressors, and all queer regressors for that matter. gender identity can be and usually is confusing. and adding another headspace to your perception of yourself can make it even more conflicting and confusing. the fact of the matter is though, at the end of the day, no matter how you identify, you are valid in your gender, you are valid in your regression, you are valid in your perception of yourself. it does not matter if your experiences make sense to the rest of the world. you only have to make sense to you. you are a beautiful human being, and you deserve love, patience, acceptance, happiness, gentleness, and more.

sew thats mainly it, ive just been thinking about dis a lot and wanted to share, maybe there are other people who feel the same or similar ways, or have conflicting feelings regarding gender and regression in general, but thats all, thanks for coming to my ted talk!!

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also part of the reason i made this post was literally just me wanting to say im such a cute little princess, im the best baby girl!! despite my confusion about gender and regression, i LOVE girlre, i am literally the prettiest princess ever 🤭

[gottaread2]

Update!

The original tally was made before the series was completed so these are a few added things.

After Ed gets the chip in his brain taken care, Oswald finds him again and proposes they work together +0 both (neutral but important point im their continued relationship).

Ed comes up with a plan to build a submarine +1 Edward Nygma

Ed notices Barbara is pregnant +0 Edward Nygma (although Os may have ended up dead otherwise, it's unclear if Ed intended it to save him)

Edward builds the submarine on his own +2 Edward Nygma (even though this isn't a rescue or life risk, Ed gets extra points here for how much time and effort would go into this)

Os accumulates and shares treasure with Ed +1 Oswald Cobblepot

Os brings lunch and muscle to protect them +1 Oswald Cobbelpot

Os does not help with the submarine -1 Oswald Cobblepot

Os acknowledges he has not been a good friend to Ed in what is probably the closest thing to an apology anyone besides his mother ever got from him +1 Oswald Cobblepot (although the scene does occur as Os is talking to Penn, I interpret it being more for Ed's benefit)

Ed saves Os from Penn using the sonar +2 Edward Nygma

Ed shoots Penn even after the danger is passed -1 Edward Nygma (it really wasn't necessary by then and Os considered Penn as of some value even if he ultimately accepted what Ed did for the sake of their renewed friendship)

Ed and Os renew their friendship +1 both

Os helps Ed when Ed decides to help Lee +1 Oswald Cobblepot (considering their past this is actually kind of an important step for him)

Oswald decides not to escape on the submarine and stays to defend Gotham +0 both (neutral but important)

Ed comes back to help Os defend Gotham +1 Edward Nygma

Os risks his life to save Ed and loses an eye +2 Oswald Cobblepot

While suffering from the injury, Os reassures Ed that it was the least he could do for so Ed doesn't feel guilty +1 Oswald Cobblepot (I think he deserves the point here because he had to be in a lot of pain at this point)

Ed helps Os while he's injured +1 Edward Nygma

They both hug and don't stab each other in the back rekindling trust in one another +1 both (it's an odd way to establish trust but to each their own)

Os picks up Ed after Ed escapes +1 Oswald Cobblepot

Ed helps Os up after they escape prisoner transport +1 Edward Nygma

Some points I missed in the previous post:

Ed takes a stain out of Oswald's suit +1 Edward Nygma

Oswald revives Lee Thompkins +1 Oswald Cobblepot (I really can't see why he would do it unless it was for Ed considering the show never shows us him using it as leverage against Jim)

Previous tally:

Edward Nygma=+3

Oswald Cobblepot=+3

Final tally (adding to the previous):

Edward Nygma=+13

Oswald Cobblepot=+13

Bonus (things implied but exact numbers unverifiable):

Ed dotes on Os (seen seasons 2, 3, & 5) +5 Edward Nygma

Os provides for Ed (financially) (seen season 3 & 5) +5 Oswald Cobblepot

Season 5 really was good for them being good to each other! I'm sure there are those who would view the list of things they did for/to each other differently than I do, but overall, I really do think these two are fairly balanced in what they bring to the relationship. To paraphrase Oswald, Perhaps they really are meant for each other.

Nygmobblepot Tally

Let’s start at the beginning (+ 1 for good deeds, - 1 for ulterior motives and bad deeds, + 2 for risking their life, - 2 for killing or serious mental damage)

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[fanaticalthings]

POV: You're the oldest sibling

it's tough being the oldest.

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[penwrythe]

What's stopping the possibility of a ceasefire is pretty simple. Hamas is holding 239 Israeli civilians hostage including children and the elderly. What's happening in Palestine is a travesty and horrendous. But Israel can't initiate a ceasefire from the position they're in, so we need to be agitating for Hamas to release the hostages and call for a ceasefire instead.

NO GENOCIDE IS JUSTIFIABLE

HOW DOES THE KILLING OF INNOCENT PEOPLE ON THIS EXTREME LEVEL FORCE HAMAS TO RETURN HOSTAGES??

ISRAEL'S BOMBARDMENT AND INDISCRIMINATE SHOOTING IN GAZA THREATEN EVERYONE THERE INCLUDING DOCTORS JOURNALISTS CHILDREN ENTIRE FAMILIES AND THE HOSTAGES

EVERYONE IS TARGETED

YOU HAVE HOSPITALS BOMBED HOW ANY OF THIS IS JUSTIFIED

@sarroora @fairuzfan @palipunk @wearenotjustnumbers2

You know more about this than I do.

[kataraslove]

@blade-liger-4ever You’re not going to downplay what your friend stated when the original response is RIGHT here - where she states that we should be okay with being raped.

Additionally, “women who ship Kataang are more in danger of being raped” is a dangerous AND exaggerative statement to make because there’s no proof of this. All women are in danger of being sexually assaulted. Their consumption of fictional relationships does not enhance or reduce their chances of being sexually assaulted. Please look up sexual assault statistics before spewing nonsense because you want to appear morally superior for your choice in ships.

Let’s get to the crux of this exchange: there’s no greater good that you or @guardiandua think you’re protecting women from with your tumblr posts. Quite frankly, you want to win a moral argument when it comes to shipping. That’s what this has always been about. I don’t even believe guardiandua’s claims that she’s “team katara” when, from the very beginning, the entire point of her ask is that she’s bitter that people are critiquing her interpretations of Katara and Aang in a YouTube COMMENT section. When you put fanon ideas out there and try to sell it off as a fact, OF COURSE people are going to disagree. People have the right to disagree about anything. Crying about it on tumblr won’t change the fact that they still won’t agree.

I haven’t seen a single Kataang shipper defend the Ember Island Players non-con kiss. The narrative itself paints Aang for being in the wrong. Should there have been more narrative repercussions? Yes, definitely. But stating that Aang’s actions in EIP shouldn’t continue to define his actions in a long-term relationship does NOT mean women who ship Kataang are more likely to be raped; what a ridiculous statement. Especially when the same people calling Aang a rapist for his actions in EIP have no issues shipping Aang with someone else, like Toph.

If Kataang shippers deserve to be raped for “defending” the EIP kiss (as per GuardianDua’s words) or are in danger of being raped (as per your own words), what about the Zutara shippers who glorify the scene where Katara is kidnapped by Zuko and tied to a tree? Why is that no longer problematic fandom behaviour, especially given the amount of missing and murdered indigenous women? What about the shippers write non-con and dub-con Zutara fanfics (and there is a LOT of those)?

Zuko also acted extremely possessive, jealous, and entitled around Mai in The Beach - yet you both seem to be only blaming Mai for his actions. I could bring forth the argument that shippers who defend Zuko’s actions in The Beach, such as yourselves, are in danger of ending up in relationships with highly jealous, possessive, and potentially abusive exes. Does that sound about right to you both?

Again, you nor guardiandua don’t really care about protecting women from a fictional imaginary threat. Or think you’re doing something important in the name of feminism. All you’re doing is trying to seem morally superior over shipping. That’s it.

And yes, saying that real women deserve to be raped over fictional ships does, in fact, make me question people’s understanding of the world and the individuals around them. I’m glad we could both reach that conclusion.

And sorry, what exactly did guardiandua handle maturely? She offered no apology to the real women she offended; she didn’t retract any of her statements. She didn’t even apologize to me for wasting my time. You’re coddling this grown woman for no reason when she hasn’t done a single thing.

Even more bizarre, she was angry over Kataang shippers on YOUTUBE, and instead of handling it like an adult, she took to blaming Kataang shippers on tumblr? Like WHAT?

Hello,

I just wanted to say I am open to any arguments against Zutara...if you can do it without insulting me. Someone who puts out ad-hominem attacks against me...I can't take them seriously because to me, if a person needs to insult you, its a distraction technique to discredit. I never called anyone a loser - a toddler until I was insulted first. If you cannot do that, well I've blocked you anyway but if you send anyone else from your little posse (you all have similar language and writing so I'm thinking it may just be one person with multiple accounts), do let them know. If they insult me as a person, they will be blocked. If they're respectful and just attacking my argument, I can respect that.

Not sure what the point of sending me an entire ask only to have blocked me will do, but sure, I’ll entertain it.

The core of my response always critiqued your argument. I only referred to you as a weirdo - the choice of insult that you used YOURSELF in your original response - for not only stating that women who ship Kataang would want to be raped themselves, but willingly WANTING them to be raped. That’s where I draw the line.

I’ve provided more respect for you than you’ve given any of us, to be frank. I went out of my way to say that you’re entitled to consume and engage in any fanon you want; you’re entitled to exploring the realms outside of canon in transformative works. On the other hand, you’ve made it very clear that you think people who ‘glorify’ ships that you have a personal moral problem with deserve to be sexually assaulted. So excuse me for calling you a weirdo; I think I was actually being way too kind in my response!

I’m not sending anons to chase you down. This is just a guess on my end, but hmmm… usually people don’t really take it too well when someone on the internet says that they should be raped for what they like in a fictional story. So the multiple people attacking you probably came after reading your own filth, believe it or not, which - might I remind - you put in the TAG. I didn’t have to do a single thing, nor did I care enough to. If people are still sending you comments and asks, then that’s their right. This is tumblr and I have no control over that.

Lastly, people have tried to approach your arguments in good-faith, as disrespectful as you’ve been, and you’ve still blocked them. You’re not interested in being open about anti Zutara arguments. If you were, you’d unblock us and offer an actual response.

[zhuletta]

Don’t ask me what rune Link’s using just know Zelda likes it

[callie-flower]

"proship dni" this, "comship dni" that, "neutral dni" unfortunately the people you don't like are still human and deserve comfort. my fucking god shut the hell up you're just as annoying as they are and protest WAY too much about it. go unlearn your purity morality shit

[quinn-pop]

morning

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Feel like making people miserable today. Anyways, here's Gon experiencing like. Textbook symptoms of trauma in the CAA, in case there was any lingering doubt about this or anything:

Initial denial that the experience happened or was traumatic

[ID: A screenshot from episode 85 of HxH 2011. Gon, eyes bright and with a smile, says "Kite is alive!" End ID.]

Flashbacks

[ID: Two screenshots from episode 95, and a third from episode 110. In the first, Kite's arm is shown in the foreground, bleeding and blurred. In the second, a close of Pitou's wide eyes, looking animalistic. In the last, puppet Kite's mangled and scarred face stares emptily ahead - the scene is greyed out. End ID.]

Intense distress at real or symbolic reminders of the trauma

[ID: Two screenshots from episode 116. In the first, Gon's fist can be seen in the foreground, with Pitou shielding an unconscious Komugi just barely seen. The narrator says "The girl lying before them brought back". In the second, Komugi has a medical respirator on. The narrator continues "images of a broken Kite to Gon's mind". End ID.]

Physical sensations such as pain, sweating, nausea or trembling

[ID: A screenshot from episode 116. Gon's fists slam into the ground as he says "That isn't fair...". Sweat drips down his arms. End ID.]

Extreme alertness/hypervigilance

[ID: A screenshot from episode 116. Part of Pitou can be seen in the foreground as Gon stares at them intensely, crouched on the ground with his arm resting on his knee, obscuring his lower face. End ID.]

Angry outbursts or other extreme behaviour

[ID: Two screenshots, one from episode 116, and the other from episode 127. In the first, Gon shouts "Is something wrong with you?!" as his face contorts with rage. His aura floats black around him. In the second, Gon, his face shadowed eerily with thin lines, says "The next time you try to delay me, I'll kill her." End ID.]

Feeling like you have to keep busy

[ID: A screenshot from episode 94. A close up of Gon's face from the side as he says "I want to focus on my training." End ID.]

Doing things that are reckless and self-destructive

[ID: Three screenshots, one from episode 95 and the other two from episode 131. The first is stylized as a black outline of Gon's figure over a background like parchment or a projector - he's been hit in the face and sent to the right from the force of the blow. The second is a close up of Gon's face, almost completely shadowed, with intense and vacant eyes - he says "I don't care". The third continues with a close up of his eye filling with darkness - "if this is the end..." End ID.]

Feeling like nobody understands ("since it means nothing to you")

[ID: A screenshot from episode 116. In a whitish-room with a crack on the wall between them, Gon stands ahead of Killua, facing away from him. They are both in shadow. End ID.]

Ignoring offers of help and shutting out loved ones... poor Killua :(

[ID: A screenshot from episode 136. A spotlight on both Killua, in the foreground, and Gon, walking away from him in the background. Killua thinks "I wanted you to ask for my help in defeating Pitou!" End ID.]

Self-loathing, self-punishment, and lack of self regard

[ID: Three screenshots, two from episode 110 and the third from episode 131. The first is a close up of Gon's face over Morel asking "When would you try to hurt yourself?" The second is a continuation. Morel looks down at Gon who is facing away from the camera as Gon replies "When I couldn't forgive myself." In the last, adult Gon, staring ahead, is animated in black and white with the only colour being the blood from the stump of his right arm. His left hand grips his shoulder. End ID.]

Blaming yourself for what happened

[ID: Two screenshots, one from episode 95 and the other from episode 130. In the first, Gon hugs puppet Kite around his waist. In the second, Gon stares blankly ahead with tears streaming down his face as he thinks "I killed Kite." End ID.]

Overwhelming feelings of anger, sadness, guilt, and shame

[yepmadness]

Yeah so. I gave into the urges. I’ve never felt the need to write fanfic. Ever. But here I am I guess.

I wrote this at midnight soooo, who knows how this is. Just wanted to write John thoughts because he’s my guy—so have this short little piece that I hope other people can enjoy too :)

Fic under the cut: 1.8k words.

The memory of Arthur’s silence will remain more prettifying than his agony, but that doesn’t mean that his pain … his terror as the light and awareness left his eyes—their eyes—is what John was hoping to hear.

He doesn’t know what he was hoping for. Relief? A gasping thank you? Pride in saving him? Would it be foolish to wish that the talisman fixed everything? That he would just be okay? Perhaps it is. He thinks it is. He was never going to have that. It would be unreasonable to think he would get any of that, but any joy of him living, of John fixing this, was ripped away when Arthur opened his mouth. All John wanted was a sound. A single noise, a response, any response to prove the talisman worked. He got that. He should be happy that he got that.

But he isn’t.

And Arthur is silent again.

And the world is dark—but not as dark as it could be.

John does not know what to consider if Arthur didn’t end up in the dark world … when he died. That place was the last thing he wanted for Arthur, and yet, it was always treated as a last resort. Of a sort. Between them, spoken only aloud by Arthur, so long ago now. A place they would end up together in—if they failed. It was not a future he ever wanted, but it was a possibility, even if it was one he despised the thought of. But now he knows that if Arthur dies he does not follow, instead he is left here to deal with the repercussions. To play the marker for lifeless remains, having to have witnessed, and experienced death without a choice. What if there is no place meant for them? Past all of this. He can’t exactly bury Arthur himself, if it came to it, he wouldn’t let him stay dead after all. Graves are a place of permanency, one they do not deserve, because they can be forgotten. Especially here. But John would never forget. He would never abandon him like that.

He would find a way, like today. They are stuck in this together. They both have to make their own path through this, together.

Except his body is no longer a weighted grave for them both, a tomb he would never dare leave, it is breathing. Arthur is alive—and so they are both alive, whatever that may entail. He is tentatively okay. Arthur, is okay. As okay as he can be, as they both can be. What matters is that he is alive—what matters now is keeping him alive.

John has almost lost Arthur more than once, twice, more than three times, and he wasn’t always there to fix it but he has tried to be. He often was. Every moment where Arthur falls, where he becomes immobile and lost to John, he feels himself succumb to a fragility accustomed to human bodies. Accustom to loss and fear. It’s horribly quiet without him. Even so, he saves him, he saves them both—because Arthur trusts him, and he trusts Arthur. He loves Arthur, and he is going to tell him that. He has to tell him that. Even if they both know it, to an extent. This can’t happen again without John making sure he knows it.

But this is never going to happen again.

Because Arthur died this time, and he almost lost everything. John felt the cold stone visage that he left in his absence. There was nothing here without Arthur, more so than just the lack of connection to their body, but the emptiness was staggering. He was alone. Completely and wholly alone in a space meant for two.

He hadn't felt terror like that since Arthur slit his throat before the King—but this was worse. They’ve grown … so much—and John wasn’t there to see the aftermath of his actions back then. This, he was aware of, in every aching moment of uncertainty. This could have been prevented, couldn’t it? They didn't need to go after the talisman, but they did, and John didn’t see her—not until it was too late. It was his words that made her kill him—an appeal made to the wrong person. Arthur wouldn’t have died if made the right decisions. But he always seems to make the wrong ones, no matter how hard he tries, that he and Arthur have in common.

But Arthur is alive again, so why does it still feel like he is grieving?

Arthur wouldn’t have gotten hurt, wouldn’t have died, if John wasn’t here. But John wouldn’t be here, who he is now, without Arthur. Perhaps that would be more demoralizing if Arthur hasn’t so vehemently stated that he doesn’t want to be rid of John, that they are in this together, until they both get what they want … no matter what that may be. Perhaps that is just happiness, in the end, no matter what it looks like. From one harrowing experience to the next, until they may finally rest. Arthur wants him here, in spite of all the pain it causes, and will continue to cause. Because Arthur is his friend, and more than that, but he is his friend.

Arthur might even be … pleased with his actions. That he has found himself, both with him, and all that he has learned for himself. That he knows who he is, in truth, after everything.

Even if he knows who he is now, who he wants to be, who he will always be—he knows he will want Arthur there too. Arthur who has been there for all his mistakes, his achievements, their joy and sorrow. Arthur deserved to be here for this too, but he wasn’t, and maybe that was the push he needed. He used to defend so much of himself to Arthur, expectation after expectation, misstep after misstep. But Arthur also gave him hope, the sanctity of trust, showed him love and sacrifice, and remained alongside him even when that trust was broken. Even if some mistakes can’t be forgiven … They let them rest. Arthur lets it rest, so they can move on, so they can grow.

Is it so wrong to become … whole without him there to witness it? Or is that how it was always meant to be. To be entirely his own, must he first be alone?

He hopes not, it is a terribly bleak thought, besides it can’t be. Not in every single world, even if Kayne said he … doesn’t change much. There must be some place where there is more joy to be held in his ownership of self. A better circumstance that does not lace his pride in one of their darkest moments. In his choosing of hope. In his choosing of Arthur. One that doesn’t extend off of a devastating fear, off of death. He doesn’t know if he would wish to change this, he would have—if Arthur was truly gone—but he isn’t, so he will just have to see how this plays out.

He is going to share everything he said—everything he did, with Arthur. Because he deserves to be a part of it. Because they do this, all of this, together. Because he wouldn’t be here without him. Because together they are whole of two, just like he said, just like he will say.

It’s not as if he will ever fit into the messy expectations of what it means to be human, per say, but he doesn’t need to. All he needs is to perceive himself as what he wants to be—and Arthur’s perception helps to, even if he doesn’t always meet that. Humanity will be whatever he wants it to be. However he defines it to be. A neutral point, in it all. For he is not a piece to be slotted away, but a piece to be shelved along the masses, every individual part given a space of its own, and it is a space he deserves. A space he had long since earned.

A space they both deserve, to play their own key.

Because Arthur is alive—and so is he, in every sense of the word.

He’d panicked, when Arthur lost consciousness again, for a second he thought he had lost him once more. John had been so ready to reach for the talisman for a second time—for he wasn’t going to allow Arthur to leave, not yet, not ever. But he was breathing, albeit raggedly, but he was. John was going to keep his promises, he had to. He was going to take care of this, of him, and they were both going to be okay. Just like the times before this, and everytime that may come after, because Arthur isn’t going to die.

They’re going to get their happy ending, despite what she said, one where Arthur does not end up as a corpse.

An ending where they both know want they want, what they deserve, who they are.

Moving Arthur to the witch’s bed was difficult, to say the least, without exasperating the wound and the subpar stitching ... even if it has improved. John won’t allow it to get any worse—and Yorrick keeps telling him it’s survivable, or that he is more likely to survive anyway. Even so, John periodically checks to make sure Arthur is still breathing, that his heart is still beating.

Arthur is alive. He will stay alive.

He should stop worrying, Yorrick keeps spouting that he is arguably fine. He should stop.

But the reality is that he can’t, and he doubts will for a long while to come.

He is intimately aware of every minuscule movement Arthur makes, of every second of awareness he gains, and he coaxes him back to the present through all of it. A melody of promises, of reaffirming how he feels, telling Arthur everything over and over and over. It doesn’t matter if he is aware of what he says, if he hears him at all, John will repeat his words for as long as they are needed.

John never lets him arrive to the dread of waking up alone, speaking as soon as he stirs and recognition strike, each and every time. They are never going to be alone again, severed or separated, and John tells him that. Because they are whole together.

And eventually, when Arthur finds his speech, a gentle—hoarse voice long since worn by constant yelling born from the suffering of the waking. He repeats back everything John has been telling him through the suffering of uncertainty, of recovery and knowing and fear.

Arthur moves, ever so slightly, before John can protest—and he brushes his hand, John’s hand. It is a little thing, but it is such a stark constant to the stillness he had before. After the pain of it all, this is a relief, a reprieve. Arthur is alive and John can tell he’s weakly smiling, even if that is not something he can see, when he speaks up for the first time in hours.

John isn’t surprised by what he hears, he already knew, after all. They’ve both said it before. But John it is nice to hear regardless, because together, they are whole. A comfort to both him and Arthur both. He does not want to live, to experience life as it was shown to him, without him. He wouldn’t have gotten here without him. Together they are whole. Both their own wills, colliding, and depending on each other. Made by each other.

Arthur is alive.

Arthur is alive and he breaks the one sided silence by saying, “I love you too.”

Perhaps that, for now, is enough.

[moongothic]

I keep on seeing people mention how they want to see another Davy Back Fight during the Final Saga, and while I'm 10000% sure we won't see another Davy Back Fight

Unironically

I think a Davy Back Fight between the Strawhats and Cross Guild could be fucking hysterical

Especially because like. Buggy could totally challenge Luffy intentionally, desperately hoping that either Luffy will save HIM from Crocodile and Mihawk, OR that Luffy ends up taking Croc and Hawk into his crew if he wins

(Sidenote, DBF is normally only about exchanging crewmates and stealing pirate flags, but could you imagine if Buggy could demand to have Luffy's copies of the Road Poneglyphs if he won? Hell, I imagine Buggy could probably get away with innitiating the challenge regardless because once it's on, it's on, and surely his men would be so riled up Croc and Hawk would know there'd be no way to stop it anymore even though Buggy's not the true boss. But just to keep Croc and Hawk from trying to murder him on the spot Buggy could maybe suggest taking the Poneglyph copies as if it were a part of his plan from the begining)

And you know if Buggy challenged Luffy into a DBF Luffy might just accept??? Because it could be fun (in Luffy's mind)??? And it could be kind of on-brand for him to jump in on a challenge like that???

And yes

The idea of Luffy winning against Cross Guild in a DBF, resulting in fucking Mihawk and Sir Crocodile joining the Strawhats would be fucking hysterical man, and that alone makes me kinda want it