#don't complain about the lack of first aid

[juniperss]

Soft!Dallas Winston Headcanons

A/N: This was originally written on my main account a few years ago but I decided to move it here since I don't change this URL as often and it makes easier to find my writing! A/N 2: It's been a while since I wrote these so I'd like to think that I've improved somewhat since then!

Dally isn't new to winning girls over, how to get them to blush and feel like they swallowed a butterfly, but he is new to expressing genuine softness. It takes the right person to warm him up and get his tough exterior to melt and takes very little for that wall to be built back up.  It's foreign to him on so many levels that he's not sure if he's doing right so be prepared for him to fumble a bit (though he won't ever admit that he fumbled anything).

He's not really scared of PDA and actually takes a lot of pride in showing you off. Full on kisses, butt tap/slaps (feel free to return those btw), and wrapping his arm around your waist acts as both a warning/display that you are is his partner, but also allows him to keep you close by him. He tells you later into the relationship that having you next to him acts like an anchor, you keep that in mind now.

However softer forms of PDA do make him slightly uncomfortable such as temple kisses, holding hands, cuddling, etc. He likes (and needs) to maintain his “tough greaser” exterior and those softer moments don't go hand in hand with it. So if anyone besides the gang is around he's pretty guarded.

If you play with boy's hair he's going to die a little. At the end of the day when he plops down onto the couch at the Curtis's and leans his head onto the back of couch, you run your fingers through his locks you can physically feel him melt into the cushions. There's something about the tugging of his hair, your fingers scratching his scalp while listening to you talk to the guys makes him feel secure.

Dally is basically a cat in a sense; he's very selective in who he likes, really doesn't seek out affection and isn't super keen on showing that he likes it, but he's not going to complain if YOU are the one who initiates it. He might pretend to be annoyed if the gang teases him but does he pull away his hand away from yours as you lace your fingers together? Hell no!

While we're on the topic of hand holding.....this boy has soft hands? Even with the work he does and all the fights he gets into, he somehow manages to keep his hands softer than expected. They're strong though and usually covered with bruises and the occasional cuts he acquires from various fights and scrapes he finds himself in.

The first time you helped him take care of his cut up knuckles he couldn't stop watching you. You can bet your ass he was flirting with you the entire time you were gathering the disinfectant and band aides but the moment you actually took his one hand in both of yours he shut up and stared. Had that dumb puppy dog look in his eyes that you found incredibly distracting to the point you had to ask him to stop it (he won't let you ever live that down)

Really really realllllyyyyyy loves if you hold one of his hands in both of yours. He thinks it's cute? And no he doesn't know why.

Has and will fall asleep on you at any given moment if you are seated next to him. In the car regardless if the gang is there or if it's just the two of you, on the couch, on the floor, if you're tucked into the booth in an empty diner. Probably has dozed off while you two hung out at the junkyard one night

Is the type of boyfriend who climbs through your window instead of just knocking on your front door. He might claim it's because your parents don't like him (might be true), but he just likes the look on your face when you see him tapping on the glass.

Please for the love of god let this boy be the little spoon. Dally really is a loner and besides the gang he's been alone for quite a while. He's emotionally guarded and lacked the support he needed growing up to show that it's okay to talk about his emotions. So one his bad days he gets angry, doesn't really know how to express that other than getting into fights whether those are physical, verbal, or both. At the end of the bad day, once he's patched up and calmed down, he just wants to lay down with you and feel you wrap your arms around him and press your chest against his back.  

[literaila]

midnight happenings (2)

gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: you wake up and look for satoru

warnings: unspecified angst (of course), fluff, and fluff

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*

year five.

satoru can feel you coming down the hall before you're there, your presence a lurking, tasteful thing. 

he's just laying in bed when he feels it--the creeping, the warning signals bouncing around his brain like any of it matters. so he pauses, listening, and waits. 

when you knock on his door--so softly it should be inaudible--he isn't surprised. 

he seldom is, with you. every one of your moves is calculated, and satoru likes to think of himself as an expert on the subject. he's been studying for many years and he always excelled at arithmetic. 

still, he leans up, holding himself up with an arm as he looks at you in the dark. 

heres the thing about sensing cursed energy--it's very helpful in a social situation, however few and far between they are for satoru. he can tell when the person checking him out at the store is upset about something, or when the barista at the coffee shop is happy to see him. 

but you're not just an ordinary person. 

and jujutsu sorcerers--especially trained, strong ones like you--are constantly buzzing with a consistent output of cursed energy. 

your body is engulfed in it. if satoru was any less gifted, he wouldn't even be able to see you beyond any of it. 

but satoru has known you since you were sixteen.

so when you tip-toe into the room, he can already tell that this isn't your normal sneaking-into-his-room-in-the-middle-of-the-night-so-you-can-both-pretend-it-didn't-happen-in-the-morning thing. 

because, well, first of all, you usually don't knock. it's an unspoken thing. and also, you're slouching in the room, and even though satoru has stayed up (not waiting for you, if anyone asks) he doubts that you have. you're much better at falling asleep than he is.

and when you near him, he can see the tint in your eyes. the slightly glassy, avoiding his own, eyes. 

it's not a surprise to him, but something in his chest tugs. 

he likes you all of the time (in every single moment), but he doesn't like when you're six feet under, hiding away from the world like it's something you need to protect yourself from. 

satoru should really lock you up somewhere, happy and healthy, just so he can get over this ridiculous feeling. 

"hey," he whispers, smiling softly at you. "need something?" 

you don't say anything but practically fall into his lap. the wind is knocked out of him, but you ignore that. your arms are quick to fall around his neck, like it's routine, and your legs curl against him. 

you effectively trap him in your hold in less than a second. 

still, satoru doesn't complain. instead, he wraps his arms around the swell of your back, making sure that you won't fall off of the bed with the slightest movement. 

and then your face falls against his chest and satoru instinctively tightens his hold, already prepared to fight whatever's plaguing you. 

there's a reason he's the strongest, after all. 

"feeling lonely?" satoru asks, softly. it lacks his typical teasing tone, which he notes with disdain. still, there's nothing he can do to remedy it now. 

your fingertips graze along the nape of his neck, and satoru tries not to sigh at the feeling. it's a bit ticklish and slightly wicked. 

but you don't nod at his question. you don't shake your head, scowl at him, or tell satoru to shut up. 

the only response is the sound of your exhale, a harsh feeling against his chest, and then your body stilling once again. 

kind of like you're holding your breath. waiting for something to burst from the door and pull you from the moment. 

satoru frowns, hands beginning to trace circles against the skin of your back unconsciously. "what's going on?" 

he wouldn't ask, but this isn't a part of your routine with him. 

usually, you'll each put the kids to bed, taking turns tucking them in, megumi bullying satoru as a sleep aid and tsumiki wanting each of you to sit there and talk for a little bit. 

and then the two of you will clean up the shared spaces, if necessary--satoru typically dragging his feet because you made him--parting ways once you've finished, a lingering glance being shared as you close your doors, pretending to go to bed for the night. 

(that is, on the nights when you don't fall asleep cuddling on the couch first). 

but then, after an appropriate amount of time has passed (or one of you breaks), satoru will crawl into your bed, or you into his, and satoru will kiss you until he's dizzy and you'll cling to him like you'd be very willing to share your bed with him for eternity. 

it's become so familiar that no words need to be exchanged, no questions of if or when. it's simple, and easy, and sometimes satoru has to blink in the dark of his room (or yours) just to be sure that he didn't actually dream all of it up. 

but you're always there, and you're always waiting for him, just like he waits for you. even if it's late, even if it's dark. 

and you can say things when this happens. satoru can whisper that he missed you when he was gone, and you can echo back that you don't like it when he leaves. you'll tell him something about the kids, something that you're worried about, and he'll kiss the spot behind your ear that's sensitive. 

it's just how it is, at this point. and none of it really matters. 

eventually, the two of you will fall asleep just like that, tangled together like a useless ball of yarn. 

but tonight, you don't say anything. you don't try to get him to lay his head against your stomach so you can play with his hair, or attempt to tickle him until he falls against you in defense. there's just silence, now, the harsh beating of your heart. 

and you're holding on to him like you're desperate to keep him right there. 

"nothing," you answer, after almost a minute has passed, voice muffled against his shirt.

satoru swallows, waiting for something more that he knows won't come. he wants to get you to look at him, to pull you away from his body so he can observe you, for even a moment, but he knows that if he even tried you'd recoil. and you wouldn't come back. 

and satoru would rather sleep on the floor than have that. 

"you... okay?" 

you nod, but you're lying. 

satoru could sigh and tell you that he knows that, but he doesn't. this isn't all that unusual, really. not with you, and not to him. 

so he only continues to run his fingers down your back, tracing indiscernible shapes against your skin. he's still sitting up, bent over you as you cling. and he should probably lean back so that you fall asleep. he should probably start talking, or tell you that you shouldn't be up this late--any of the things he would do if he didn't feel trapped in your embrace, entraced in a moment he can't let go.

so he only licks his lips, thinking. 

you're completely still. you don't move when his hand dips to the curve of your hip, or when he breathes intentfully against your head. satoru can't tell if your eyes are closed or not, but he's sure that you're not even blinking. 

"did you have a bad dream?" he asks, eventually, leaning back so you'll stop doing that. gluing yourself to him and making him feel like he's missed something. 

really, if he even tried to do this to you, you'd be complaining. 

you shake your head, but your eyes don't meet his, and satoru can see the twitch of your lip, the flicker of your entire face. your movements are slow, your body only moving when he pokes and prods. 

if he avoids your eyes and scratches his neck when he's lying, then you stay quiet, like you'll break if you say one word. 

"are you sure?" he tilts his head at you, bringing his hands to cup your face. "it's okay if you missed me. it happens." 

your eyes flicker to his reluctantly, but you focus on him immediately. your pupils are small and your eyes are cold, almost empty, and satoru has to lean in to inspect them even closer. 

you shake your head stiffly in his hands but don't bother to argue. at least he got a little reaction from that. 

"oh," he says, after a moment, ignoring the chilling feeling in his chest. "i get it. did tsumiki kick you out?" 

"she was hogging all of the blankets." 

satoru nods, pouting at you. "so you're cold? need me to warm you up?" 

your hands wrap around both of his wrists, and one moment you're just sitting in his lap, and the next satoru is lying against the pillows and you've already shifted so your face hides against the crook of his neck. 

he could complain, but he really doesn't want to. he'll swallow his pride for you, just this once. 

you're a very dangerous person to be around, he realizes, suddenly, because as soon as you get him on his back he has to fight the instinct to fall asleep. he blinks idly at you, wishing you wouldn't try to conceal your face from him. "do you want to talk about it?" 

he can barely feel it when you shake your head against him. 

"i won't judge," he promises, scratching at your scalp. "much." 

you snort against his skin. 

"is there..." he starts, then stops. it's a blow to his ego to be here, to feel this much. but he relents. "can i do something? d'ya wanna make out?" 

you pinch his bicep, and even though he can't see it, satoru can practically feel the eye roll. 

it fills him with an unwarranted delight. he can feel it as you subtly shift into him, beginning to settle your body. at least now he only has to settle your mind. 

if that. 

"is that a no?" 

you sigh against his skin--satoru tries not to flinch at the horrible feeling--and shake your head again. "can you just--i don't know... tell me about your day?" 

he smirks, just barely. "oh, so you've got a voice thing?" 

"satoru," you whisper, but he can feel the clash of your teeth as you smile, and then the gentle bite that you give him--right on his sweet spot--to hide it. 

satoru can't help but flush--he never should've told you about that--but he nods anyway, refusing to let his body succumb to the urge to run far, far away. 

it's not his fault, really. 

it's instinct to want to disappear at your very whim. only natural for satoru to want to give you whatever you need, whenever you need it. 

if you asked him to give up his strength, he would do it in an instant. 

"just talk to me," you whisper, barely a request. more of a demand. unfortunately for satoru, it's late enough for him not to care. (and he likes you).

"okay..." he drawls, thinking for a moment. "so, i--" he pauses, frowning. "you know that we spent basically the whole day together, right? you probably remember more than i do." 

"tell me about yesterday, then." 

"same thing." 

you sigh, digging your nose into his skin. "make something up." 

"why would i--" 

"satoru." 

"okay, okay," he smiles at you, even though you can't see it. "so... i woke up to megumi pulling my hair, which i'm pretty sure you told him to do. and then i ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. and then we dropped off the kids at school. uhhh, then we went to the store, and we looked for those sugar packet things that tsumiki likes. and then--" 

"this is the worst story i've ever heard," you deadpan, mumbling into him. 

satoru scoffs. "you're the one who wanted to hear about my day." 

"say something more interesting." 

satoru rolls his eyes, tugging on your hair a little. then he sighs. "i could tell you about the curse in kawagoe? the one in the shopping district." 

he looks down at you, in question, just in time to see you scrunch your nose in distaste, you breathe into him again so satoru laughs. 

"okay, no curses." he thinks for another moment. "oh, i bought a couple of shirts the other day." 

"what's 'a couple?'" 

"just like, nine or ten." 

you shake your head against his neck but don't say anything. 

so satoru continues. "i just got some button-ups, the ones you like." 

"what color?" 

"blue and white, mostly. like my eyes," he flutters his eyelashes even though you're not looking. "one black shirt, and another sweater." 

"do you really need more clothes?" 

"um, of course." 

you giggle, teeth grazing against his skin once again. 

satoru swallows. "and, uh..." he blinks, trying to regain his train of thought. "do you think i should start getting dad patterns?" 

"dad patterns?" 

"cool shirts." 

"do you want megumi to bully you even more?" you ask, rhetorically, your voice entirely soft. 

satoru can tell that this is working. just the way you're nuzzling yourself even deeper into him, seeking his warmth is a good sign. 

it's also slightly irritating. how is he supposed to think when you're cuddling up to him like this?

he clears his throat. "tsumiki said that they're cool. some plaid, maybe a bird shirt..." 

"if you wear anything like that i'm not going anywhere with you." 

satoru pouts, looking down to see the curve of your lip as you hide a smile. "you don't think i'd look good in stripes?" 

you giggle once more, shaking your head. 

satoru kisses the top of your head, very satisfied with himself at the moment. he got you to crawl out of your cage a bit--if only to get you to crawl into him. 

and even though he knows that you're still upset, still hiding against him, at least you're there. 

he'd much rather you be in his room, with him, than all by yourself, rotting away. 

he'd much rather you be with him always, actually. 

still, satoru continues to bring up blithe topics until he can feel your breathing even out against him, and your body begin to accept his ministrations. 

he kisses the top of your head, and he stays up a little while longer. making sure that you're sound asleep before he even bothers to close his eyes. 

and he's out in an instant. 

*

tsumiki is sitting at the kitchen table, chewing on some cut-up fruit when megumi walks into the room. 

he rubs at his eyes, looking half asleep. still, tsumiki smiles at him. 

"where's mom?" he asks, looking around. 

you're usually up before either of them, even on weekends. tsumiki's used to waking up to the sound of you throwing things around in the kitchen. she'll walk down the hallway to breakfast already set out, you telling her to go get megumi. 

but this morning, all of the lights are off. and there are still a couple of bowls on the table from last night. 

tsumiki shrugs. "still sleeping, i think." 

"and gojo?" 

"what do you think?" she smiles at him, laughing when megumi groans, then shakes his head with a perturbed look on his face. 

"i'm not waking them up this time," he tells her. 

but megumi turns around and walks back down the hall anyway, going to do just that. 

*

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[is-the-sky-blue]

WHY DIDN'T YOU NOTICE: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x reader, public sex (no one gets caught), handjob, oral (m receiving), praise, penetration (only during the bonus)

You didn't notice it at first.

You sat perched in a little oak chair, the plump cushion comfortable as you leaned back, listening to your friends chatter, the long tablecloth draped over the wooden table spilling to the floor in front of your legs and you slipped your toes beneath it, the fabric cold against your exposed ankles, feet dressed in pretty pink heels as your manicured nails, a present from your obnoxiously wealthy boyfriend, toyed with the sparkling silverware.

Today was a day of fun.

The pendant lights hanging above you casted a warm glow over your group of friends as the atmosphere was alight with laughter, the consistent hum of conversation never ending as it continued to flow languidly, shifting from one topic to another as you all cracked joke after joke.

You honed in on the many different snippets of talk happening around you, listening as Shoko whined, leisurely sipping on wine, that stained her already lipstick painted lips, red as she complained about all the nuisances coming in with what she claimed to be minor injuries, "They can just slap a band aid on it and call it a day," she complained, holding the stem of her glass tight between her fingers as she went for yet another swig.

"I don't think putting a band aid on a broken arm will just magically heal it," Utahime laughed incredulously, and you had to stifle a giggle as Ieiri furrowed her brows, drunken lips pulling into a pout.

"You are supposed to be on my side!"  

You didn't notice it as you watched Haibara elbow Nanami, watching as the blond man sighed as the dark haired man merely laughed.

"Come on lighten up a little," he grinned, "it's not every day we can all hang out!"

"Yeah Nanami," you tease, the said man merely closing his eyes, pinching the corners with his fingers, he really didn't get paid enough to hang around with fools like you.

Your table was roaring with laughter and idle chatter but quickly what you did notice was how the overeager voice of your most endearingly obnoxious partner, Satoru, was yet to be heard. It was strange, he was always one to butt in on any and all conversations with his unasked for opinion.

You turn your attention to in front of you where both your boyfriends sit contently, backs against the wall as they sat on the side of the booth with the couch, much to your dismay. As you faced them Suguru only offered you a loving smile, his hair framing his face delicately and you had to admire your handiwork as before you left the house you finally managed to convince Suguru to fix the bun he half-assedly threw his hair in. Despite wanting to admire your lover your real concern lied with Satoru.

 You cocked a confused brow at him, "You okay Toru?" you ask, trying to figure out what's wrong as despite his lips being curled in a grin it didn't hold as much shit eating coyness as usual, it was as though he was trying to paint an image on his face to show that he was fine, but you've stared at his teasing smiles enough throughout the years to know when he was faking one.

"I-" he chokes out before biting his tongue and you began to grow more concerned, "m' fine," he slurred together, was he drunk? He couldn't be... could he, he doesn't even like alcohol.

"Are you sure love?" you question, reaching for his hand that was pressed in a tight fist, causing his knuckles to turn white but as you lay a comforting touch he jerked away. "Satoru?" you say again, growing slightly anxious as he began to now reach for you, gripping your offered hand, fingers digging into your palm as he grit his teeth. His face was oddly flushed. He has to be drunk, but that didn't make sense, he doesn't even have a wine glass on him, was he drinking Suguru's?

"He's alright baby," the black haired man finally spoke up, you weren't worried about his lack of remarks in the group chatter, he was always one who liked to listen and offer up a random snappy quip that usually sent the table howling, but the glint in his eyes had got you feeling suspicious.

"Uhuh," you bite your lip, tasting the cherry lip gloss that your sweets loving boyfriend always begged you to wear, trying to see through the man afore you who had his glasses beginning to slip down the bridge of his nose but made no move to adjust them. "Are you feeling overwhelmed Satoru," you question, the clammy skin of him palms pressing against yours as he tightly interlocked your fingers, but instead of an answer your query only seemed to spark a certain smugness to alight in Suguru.

"Mmm are you feeling overwhelmed Sa, to, ru" he sang mockingly, leaning into the snowy haired boy's ear as he broke apart the syllables of his name and you could only feel the man clutch your hand tighter, his facial expressions not betraying him but the bead of sweat that formed on his forehead, and the quiet curse he mumbled had the dots connecting in your brain.

"Seriously," you gape, running a soothing hand over the man's knuckles as you stared utterly shocked at Suguru.

"What?" he mused, shit eating grin that usually planted on Satoru's lips now mirrored on his, and you could finally see all the signs.

Satoru being awfully quiet, the lacking coyness in his demeanor, his slurred words, his blushed cheeks, his tight grip on your hands and the out of pocket teasing cockiness exuding from Suguru.

"Here," you hissed in disbelief and you extended your foot under the table, knocking Satoru's spread ones and while he was one to man spread like a lunatic you could feel the muscles in his legs spasm.

"Whatever do you mean," the dark haired man grinned.

"I think you know."

"I don't think I do." 

You rubbed a comforting foot over Satoru's calf as you brought a gentle kiss to his knuckles, trying to ease his suffering inflicted by the lunatic sitting next to him. "Where's my kiss," Suguru smiles and you only send him a glare, taking note of how only one of his hands were present atop the table, the hand furthest from Satoru.

You watched as a muscle pinched in your white haired partner's forehead, his lips pursing tightly together to keep any sound from escaping his mouth. "You don't get one," you spit, watching as his lips fall into a half-hearted pout.

"So cruel."

"Says you," and you are careful to keep your voice low, despite everyone being borderline drunk and tipsy, you didn't really want to deal with anyone figuring out that your boyfriend was giving your other boyfriend a hand job under the table, your bonds may be close with your friends but they weren't that strong.

"I-" a quiet whisper of a sob, "mm," he hums instead, his voice weak and shaky as Suguru continues his relentless motions, "gonna-" he whimpers and you hear the perpetrator tut at him, tsking as though Satoru was the one misbehaving.

"If you do it now everyone is gonna notice," you can hear Suguru chide, chuckling at how Satoru visibly deflates, muscles straining and behind his glasses you spot a wet sheen threatening to break over his eyes.

"You need to stop," you whisper and the black haired man only coos. 

"You can't really be asking me to leave him like this," he feigns a pitying gasp, leg lifting yours and you could feel yourself brush against Satoru's rigidly hard weeping member, a slick sheen of pre-cum staining your skin and you see Satoru bite back a moan, leaning closer into Suguru's shoulder, his head shaking.

To anyone else it'd look like Satoru was being his normal clingy self, shoving himself into Suguru's space and whining about something mundane as usual. The look on Satoru's face, while you would call it desperate, others wouldn't be able to tell otherwise and you had to commend the man on having such good control over his facial reactions.

"Pl-please I can't, I need to, need to," he started to beg.

"I want to but our little princess won't let me," and he passes the mean role onto you as he stares at you as though you were the one putting your submissive lover into such a sorry state.

His pretty pink lips jutted into a pout, nose crinkling as his hands pawed at yours, clinging to you tighter. "Please," he whined, desperate and pathetic and you swore you could see the tears begin to form, "P-please, please, please," he recited like a mantra, voice high pitched and shaky as he forced himself to remain quiet. "I-I'll d-do whatever ya want, please baby," he dug his nails into your hand and your captive leg brushing against him could feel as tiny blobs slipped down his shaft, wetting your flesh, you could feel Suguru's knuckles as he stroked at a menacing pace and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together, your mouth suddenly dry as you stared into his despair filled eyes, pleading for relief.

"I- Satoru," you tried to chastise but you felt too sorry for him to really hold any anger, "take him to the bathroom," you try, conflicted eyes shifting to your dark haired partner and you could hear Suguru tsk.

"You think nobody is going to see our little baby boy's problem," he says condescendingly and you can tell from where you sat Suguru placed a taunting squeeze on your writhing angel.

"P-Please," he hiccupped quietly into his partner's shoulder, staring at you wide eyed, those big blue irises shaking with need and you left out a sigh of exasperation. These two were going to be the death of you.

Carefully you pulled your leg away and the look on Satoru's face had your heart melting with pity as you slipped your hand from his grasp, ignoring his sobbing plea as you reached for a piece of cutlery, carefully toying with it, the prongs of the fork pricking the tip of your finger before you set it down dangerously close to the edge of the table.

You could hear Suguru coo sweet nothings into his white hair as you 'accidentally' bonked your elbow into the edge of the fork, causing it to clatter to the floor. 

"Shit," you murmur as though you had inconvenienced yourself, heel sliding against the tile as you tried to pull the fork closer to you so you could lean down and pick it up, only for you to once again, 'accidentally' kick it further under the table. "Oops," you laugh so fakely that if your friends weren't nearly 5 bottles deep in alcohol they'd surely call you out on your bluff. You could only hear Shoko murmur a slight, "oh no," before returning to her glass.

You turn to face the two boys once more and the smug grin on Suguru's face had you sticking your tongue out at him before you slipped from your chair and kneeled to the floor, pulling yourself beneath the table cloth as you ducked your head underneath the table, carefully crawling forward as you patted around, pretending to search for your abandoned fork as you eyed the sinful sight in front of you.

Merely a breath away he stood throbbing, beads drooling from his tip in tiny rivulets, catching at his tense balls that strained in pain. His crying head red and needy, the sheen coating his length shimmering beneath the light that ever so slightly crept in from where Suguru slipped in his hand, thick fingers fisting tightly, sliding up and down as Satoru's dick jumped in his grasp. Satoru's long legs, fidgeting and tensing, were spread wide enough to let you slip between them, and carefully you blew a gentle gust over his hanging balls, listening to the schlick, schlick, schlick, of his pre-cum dragging across his cock from Suguru's unrelenting strokes, listening to the very quiet whine that had Satoru's hips squirming.

Leaning forward you press a tender kiss to his sticky tip, feeling your lip gloss smear with his essence as you extend your tongue, kitten licking the small droplets that formed on the end incessantly, the salty liquid coating the inside of your mouth. Suguru held him steady, angling his springing dick, that wanted to jut up and hug his chiseled torso, forward so you could easily capture him in your mouth, carefully letting him slip between your lips.

You watched as one of the hands he had gripping the booth couch snaked forward, aiming for your hair to pull you further down his length and you harshly swat it away, you still had to come out from under this table looking like you were searching for your fork, not sucking off your boyfriend's throbbing cock. Instead you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers, resting it atop his knee as you used your other hand to smack his inner thigh as punishment and you could feel him jump in your mouth as you captured him further.

If you truly wanted to be mean, and if this was happening in any other place that wasn't public, you would've pulled off his dick and wait until he begged you with apologies, but you were feeling quite nice and Suguru was already tormenting him enough.

Loosening your throat you let yourself slip down, bracing yourself on his thighs as you pushed your weight onto your knees, that would bruise in the morning, circling him with your tongue as Suguru moved his fist, groping his balls as he let your mouth squeeze the final pumps out of him.

The cherry lip gloss you wore coated his skin as you bobbed your head, squeezing his hand in yours as you carefully swatted at Suguru's knee, 'let him cum already'.

There was a heavy breath of silence as you continued your suckling, chest thumping in anticipation until you could barely hear the words, "cum," echo down from above you. Not even a beat later thick white streams poured down your throat in salty, bitter, but somehow slightly sweet spurts. Carefully you drank it all up, focusing on not spilling even a drop, not wanting to leave a single spec of evidence of your little adventure beneath this table for anyone to find. As you licked it up, tasting the very last squirms trickle into your mouth, you swallowed, feeling him grow limp as you pulled off with a satisfying pop.

Licking your lips, you carefully lapped up the final juices that clung to the underside of his softening dick, watching as he squirmed from overstimulation as Suguru let go of his balls. Soon salty fingers found their way shoving into your mouth and you grimaced before obliging, suckling his fingertips regardless of the fact that you were still mad at him for doing this in a public place, and around your friends no less.

Let's just say you bit down on him before pulling away.

Taking a breather you waited a moment, using this time to pat around the floor before finally exclaiming a phony, "aha!" as you grabbed the fork that had ended up laying next to Satoru's foot the entire time. Clutching the fork in your grasp you collected yourself before clambering out from under the table, returning to your seat, looking the same, only a tad bit breathless as you placed the utensil onto the tablecloth that had hid your sinful excursion.

"Oh you found it," Suguru chimed, grinning, tapping his spit soaked and bite mark fingertips atop the cloth as Satoru leaned into him, resting his eyes, and you began to wonder what type of faces he made as he came.

 Damnit Suguru! 

If he did this at home you could've at least watched the erotic show, now your lip gloss was gone, smudged all over Satoru's dick, and you were all hot and bothered and you had to sit here until the night was over.

With a fuming huff you stared at the spent Satoru and smug Suguru.

Today was supposed to be fun, but you weren't supposed to be having this type of fun

You furrowed your brows, letting out a sigh as you moved to reach for your glass only for Suguru to place his only clean hand on your cheek. You send him a glare but your face flushes as he runs a finger over the corner of your mouth, collecting the little gift Satoru had given you before licking it off his thumb.

Damnit Suguru, if only you had noticed it earlier

Bonus:

Your thighs began to burn as you felt deft fingertips run over your clit, your head, burrowed in the crook of Satoru's neck as he pounded up into you, Suguru taking you from the back as your sweat soaked bodies tangled together. Satoru's lithe fingers cascading through your hair as he pulled your bleary eyed face into his view.

"Shoulda let me put my hands into your hair earlier," he sinfully sang, pressing a kiss to your moaning lips and you could only let out a whimpering laugh as he pulled away.

"Hell no," you smirk, feeling him thrust up in retaliation at your little snicker at his expense, "shouldn't have done it in public then," you whisper between breathy whines, feeling the knot in your stomach grow.

"Mmm but wasn't it so much fun," Suguru rumbled over into your back as he thrusted quickly, trying to chase his high.

"Mhm" is all you could snarkily murmur as you leaned into Satoru, this time his back was pressed up  against the plush pillows of your bed, "I think this is more fun," you huff out, feeling your orgasm creep.

"Think yer just greedy," Satoru taunts, watching as you come undone from all the attention they gave to your ravenous little hole.

"Says you!" you swat at his chest weakly, feeling the cord snap and you began to start spilling, hips grinding for more friction as they pampered your writhing body with kisses.

Maybe it was a good thing you didn't notice it at first. 

[lunnybunny12]

Blitz x Reader (patching him up)

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This is mostly word vomit but hope you enjoy it.

Blitz comes back from a job pretty beaten up.

"Hey, Loona? its getting late I'm gonna head home," you said, closing your computer.

"kay. See you tomorrow " she answered while still looking at her phone.

When you and Millie moved to the pride ring, nether of you expected to be working at I.M.P. Millie got a job there pretty much right away. She would always come home to your apartment frustrated because of the lack of organisation of jobs.

One day you decided to meet her at work and walked into chaos. piles and piles of paperwork strewed everywhere. You offered to help and the boss offered you a job. Its been a few years since then.

"Thank you." you chimed.

Just as you were about to go file away the last few documents and head home, the portal to Earth opened. Moxie and Milie came through with a few scratches but Blitz took one step and then fell flat on his face.

"Holey fuck what happened?" you asked picking up Blits and dragging him to a chair.

"OW! ow ow. Some fucker got me a few times" Blitz said through his teeth.

"I'll say" Millie huffed " The guy practically had him on the ropes"

You looked at Blitz who had a look on his face that read: angry and embarrassed.

" Ah Thank you, Millie. Ever the ray of sunshine" Blitz growled at her.

"Ha ha well... Sir we're going to call it a night. It's uh getting kind of late" Moxie nervously chuckled

"Yea. You all go home. I'll lock up and see you tomorrow"

After that Blitz shuffled himself into his office and closed the door behind him. A few drops of blood followed behind him.

"How... bad was he hurt?" you asked walking to get the first aid kit from the shelf.

"Not bad enough to go to the hospital but he was definitely shaken"

"You want me to help you patch him up?"

"Nah Loona I'll be fine. Could you keep an eye on him when he gets home?"

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The second that door closed behind him Blitz silently screamed in embarrassment.

He got his ass kicked, fell flat on his face and had Millie make him look like an absolute idiot. AND HE DIDN'T EVEN KILL THE GUY!

And to make things worse it happened all in front of you. He could've melted into that chair.

Since you were hired the two of you have flirted back and forth originally for Blitz it was entirely work place banter. Something to piss off Moxie and to keep up moral but as time went on he started to like you more and more.

Blitz was brought back to reality when he heard a knock on the door.

"Hey handsome, how you doing?" you chimed, closing the door behind you.

He felt heat rush to his face.

"I thought you went home?" he chuffed

"nope. Can't have my favourite boss die. who would sign my paycheck?" you winked.

Blitz laughed "And here I was thinking you liked me for my dazzling personality"

You smiled and gave him a quick look over. he had a few cuts on his face and arms but no sign of where the blood could be coming from. His face was pretty red too.

"Come on pretty boy, can sit on the desk?"

He sent you a pained look.

"Well...it's either you sit on the desk or I sit on your lap"

"OOO is that supposed to be a threat, sweetheart? He smiled wiggling his eyebrows making you blush.

You rolled your eyes and helped him to the desk. It was a bit of a struggle to lift him up there.

"Wow, your desk is huge!"

"Yeah, I get that a lot " He was about to stretch but then recoiled in pain making the pair of you chuckle again.

A while later he was all bandaged up and the bleeding had stopped.

"Ok. I'm gonna clean the cuts on your face and then I'm taking you home."

"You don't have to do that "

"Yea well it's gonna happen and I don't wanna hear you complain about it. Plus it gives me an excuse to hang out with you longer so that's that."

You had a cotton pad with antiseptic hovering over his face.

"This is gonna sting a little but I need you to stay still"

"OW"

Your hand went under his chin to make him look at you. For a second your eyes locked. You could see so many emotions swirling around and you felt your face heat up.

"I-Im sorry" you stammerd

"Wha - no no you... do what you need to do"

That's when the pair of you saw the position you were in. You were stood between his legs. Your faces were inches away from each other and both your hands were on his face.

You both felt as if you were on fire.

Eventually, he swallowed his pride and asked "Can I uh... try something?"

You nodded.

He nervously wrapped his arms around your waist and brought you even closer into a hug. Suddenly ...his cuts didn't hurt anymore.

"Thank you, by the way. I haven't had someone care about me in a while"

A shakey sigh escaped you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to hug him back. Resting your head on top of his.

You both stayed like that for a while but you could've stayed there forever.

After you calmed down a little you guided his face to look at you again.

"Blitz?"

"Uh oh. You're using my name. Am I in trouble?"

Your face went red again " Do you wanna be?" you asked leaning in closer, your eyes flickering to his lips.

He quickly realized what you were talking about and he smiled the biggest grin you'd ever seen.

"Fuck yes"

[shantechni]

The reason I think of 2012 Donnie as being the third oldest isn't entirely because of how Raph messes with him, or his strong middle child energy that repeatedly makes itself known, or how Leo and Raph are more invested in their training than him and Mikey, or how he interacts with Mikey in a way that he doesn't with the others.

It's because of how easily he's swayed and influenced by his brothers.

Donnie is often seen as the type to ruminate extensively over what would be the right thing to do and how to do something the right way, a habit that Leo is well known for exhibiting as well. This is best exampled by when he got on Mikey's case for not properly defending against seoi nage. Even though Mikey's manner of fighting and defending are effective, it's not satisfactory to Donnie because it wasn't the proper way of doing things.

And, on Leo's end, we see it best exampled by him wanting his brothers to do things 'the right way' instead of 'their way'. It's something the two occasionally have to be reminded not to do, both to others and themselves, but getting things done in a manner that's expected of them is something they take pride in. It ties in with Donnie's ceaseless desire to be accurate about things, not because he necessarily needs to, but because he likes to be accurate and it's important to him on a personal level.

This goes hand in hand with Donnie exuding a strong sense of responsibility that not even Raph displays too often unless Leo is out of commission. We see this a lot in how he usually sticks by Leo when patrolling or surveying a situation, where as Raph and Mikey tend to hang back and fool around while counting the minutes.

Beyond that though, Donnie held Splinter's words in high regard when he told him Timothy was his responsibility, and he sided with Leo about bringing the mutated squirrels to the lair, the complete opposite of Raph and Mikey who were vehemently opposed to the idea. He worked ceaselessly to create retromutagen for Kirby and Karai, and he ran himself ragged working to find a cure for the Shredder's brain worms. There was no guarantee that he would've ever figured these out, especially after many failed attempts (and he never could create a cure for the worms), but he stuck to the tasks he assigned himself because he felt a strong responsibility to aid those he cares for and wanted to keep his word.

Just like Leo.

Of course he gets quite a bit of that from Raph as well, but it's as clear as a window recently lathered with windex that Raph had a much bigger influence on Donnie's temperament. He easily gets agitated under stress, or no stress whatsoever as we saw when he blew up over something as small as Mikey spilling popcorn on him, and he complains quite a lot or is quick to snap when things aren't going his way (yet another thing Raph does).

More than the tendency to dish out sarcastic comments and insults like it's Halloween, they're also the only ones to doubt Leo's leadership and they don't hold back one bit. Raph may be the most vocal, but Donnie exhibited leader tendencies long before the S2 finale and, like Raph, isn't fond of being told what to do if it doesn't align for him. The internal conflict in Follow the Leader was heavily instigated by Raph not wanting to fight like Leo, with Donnie all too easily falling into step with him and convincing Mikey to follow suit for a brief stint. It's moments like these that puts Donnie's desire to do things the right way on the back burner and brings forth his desire to do things his right way.

The biggest thing, or person, that made Donnie go back and forth between Leo and Raph though, was Karai.

When Donnie is first introduced to her, he immediately dislikes her for her carefree nature that puts those around her in a dangerous situation, as well as her lack of regard for anyone other than herself. And then, when Leo reveals that she's in the Foot, he has all the more reason to dislike and distrust her, something that everyone agrees on to albeit varying degrees.

Funnily enough though, when Karai tries to form an alliance with the turtles to fight the Kraang, Donnie, despite him preaching about her not being trustworthy minutes prior, sides with Mikey when Leo looks to them for an answer while Raph still remains suspicious of the situation.

Then, when Karai approaches them and claims to believe Splinter is her father, Donnie sides with Leo, despite his previous misgivings about her in The Manhattan Project Part 1. Him and Raph were the most outspoken about her upbringing and current place in their lives as a villain as they grappled with the fact that she's Splinter's daughter. But this time, he wholeheartedly believed her and trusted her to some extent, and he's as shocked as Leo and Mikey when she confesses to them. Her moment of betrayal was just enough for Donnie to go back to Raph's side and question Leo's desire to find and rescue her. The two don't want to bother with her anymore, but they still follow their leader when it's clear that Leo isn't changing his mind.

Even though I just chronicled Donnie flip flopping between Leo and Raph, I did also mention him siding with Mikey on one instance, and their long story with Karai wasn't the only one. When they get pulled into an alternate dimension reminiscent of feudal Japan with an anthropomorphic rabbit as their only guide, they have to rely on Usagi while aiding him on his journey with Kintaro, but Leo gets fed up with his leadership being undermined (as well as being thrust into trouble they didn't ask for) and orders his brothers to follow him while they find a way out of this dimension. Mikey is the first to speak up about how dangerous (and idiotic really) Leo's idea sounds since they're in unfamiliar land, and Donnie immediately says Mikey's right, showing that he also wasn't keen on traversing with no clear destination in sight. They were better off trusting Usagi.

Knowing when to trust someone isn't the only way Mikey influenced Donnie, as he also directly and indirectly encourages Donnie to think outside the box whenever he's struggling to figure something out. Of course there's the obvious one of learning how to fight without thinking, but there's also Mikey's habit of using unconventional means to reach an intended result, as well as him easily pointing out the obvious without the intricacies and convoluted mess of a situation distracting him from it.

What is arguably the most interesting influence Mikey had on Donnie was learning to give someone a second chance when they've wronged you the first time.

Mikey put this on display when Slash returned during S3 in the fight against the Kraang. Though things seemed fairly neutral towards the end of Newtralized!, Leo is immediately wary of and angry with Slash appearing before them after their last two run-ins with him, something Slash expresses guilt over and apologizes for. Leo is still antagonistic and distrusting towards him when the Mutanimals make it clear they're on the good side, but Mikey comes forth and tells his brother that everyone deserves a second chance to prove themselves, and this is Slash's second chance. Leo doesn't want to ally himself with Slash, but Mikey's insistence is enough for him to put aside their differences and prioritize Earth.

And Donnie does the same for the Fugitoid. When it's revealed that the black hole generator was his creation, the Fugitoid emphasizes as much as he can that he regrets creating the device and handing it over to beings who only wanted to abuse its power, but Leo is again the main one to doubt him, with Raph seconding him. Donnie leaps in to put out the fire, preaching exactly what Mikey stated a season ago about giving someone a second chance, and April and Mikey jump in to back the Fugitoid up. Leo is unfortunately too stubborn to heed their words, though he doesn't attempt to force anyone on his side either. Donnie had absolutely no reason to try and convince Leo other than the fact that the Fugitoid has been helping them this whole time, and was honest with them about his previous mistakes.

He didn't have to tell them the truth, but he did, and that was all Donnie needed to believe they weren't being used by the Fugitoid.

There are likely other instances of the guys pulling Donnie in a direction different from the one he'd typically choose, and Donnie occasionally exhibits similar behaviors to Mikey when the youngest turtle is convinced to say or do something he otherwise wouldn't. But, for me personally, all of this supports the idea of Donnie being the third oldest and a middle child.

[oneatlatime]

Any predictions for season 3, or are you planning to dive straight in?

You're not the first person who's mentioned s3 predictions, so I'll give it a shot, but I'm really not sure if I have anything to use to make predictions. S2 ended in a very final, end of arc kind of way. Lots of things have been tied up. I don't even know where they're all flying off to. Back to the Southern Water Tribe, since the Earth Kingdom's a bit of a bust? The Fire Nation's out of the question, the Northern Water Tribe probably has mixed feelings about seeing them again, maybe the Eastern Air Temple? Although even that might not be safe, since Aang's travel plans to said temple to meet the Guru were known by various Earth Kingdom generals. And that stupid King.

I think the Fire Nation contingent are going back to the Fire Nation, and I am looking forward to a Zuko with eyes at least somewhat open interacting with FN citizens/nobles/military etc. who are still completely drinking the kool aid. I think it's going to suck for Zuko. Should make for good TV though. Lots of conversations where both people are saying entirely different things while thinking they're talking about the same thing.

I said it before, but I'm worried for Iroh. He's for sure arrested, but is he going to be executed? Obviously I don't want that, but unless Iroh still has enormous popular support, and the Firelord's grasp on power is incredibly shaky, I don't see how permanently eliminating a traitor (from a FN perspective) can be avoided. Then again. Kids' show.

As for the Gaang? In broad strokes, Aang still needs to learn firebending to fully Avatar himself, then he needs to defeat the Fire Lord (who is quite the homebody apparently - seriously, where is this guy?). So next season Aang will shake off his lightning hangover, find a firebending teacher, defeat the firelord. He'll probably have to commute to the Fire Nation to find the Fire Lord first. No idea what he'll do in between those things. Perhaps inadvisable shenanigans? That would be in character. His biggest story arc all series has been learning to accept his status as Avatar, but between his talks with the Guru and opening his last Chakra in the finale, I think he's done it. So all that's left is the main plot and goofiness.

Katara has the same problem she had going into S2 - she's mastered waterbending, so she needs a new conflict/arc. S2 answered this demand by... having her hang around? What did Katara do this season? Bend a bunch, set up camps, tear down camps, wreck Jet, support Aang, be nice to Toph that one time, yell at people. I hope she gets something meatier in S3. I still think she should meet some good FN citizens that challenge her morals.

Sokka was also kind of just there this season, although if I'm being mean I'll say that he was also kind of just there for S1 too, which is why it doesn't feel as odd as Katara's lack of purpose. I loved his stuff with Suki. Suki is officially the glow up of the season. I loved their interactions together, and I love the growth she poked him into doing. I'd like to see more of that. So less a prediction and more of a hope: S3 Sokka develops the ability to rely on/trust others (or maybe realises others can be relied upon/trusted is more accurate), hopefully with Suki somehow involved. And I loved his dad too. I want to see more of that guy, but since a cardinal rule of kids' stories is getting rid of the authority figures asap, it won't happen.

Toph. Honestly I'm stumped. She already broke the universe. Where can she go from there? Unless she's going to devolve into an antagonist, which I absolutely don't want, I don't see how she can top her S2 plot. And Aang's got earthbending down, so I guess she'll be like Katara was this season: tagging along. Not that I'm complaining; I love me some Toph in any form. We have seen that she wants to make peace with her parents, sort of, probably? Or at least give them another shot? But I kind of don't want her within 100 miles of her parents. So I don't know.

Appa & Momo will hopefully be tagalongs in S3 too. I learned my lesson this season about wanting the animals to have character arcs.

I guess the antagonist in S3 will be the Fire Lord, finally. Who else is left? Zhao tried, he died. Azula tried, she won. Unless S3 has an Azula rematch. But would she want that? She's already proven that she won. She can go home and enjoy the spoils of her victory (which may or may not include Zuko - I'm kind of unclear on exactly how much agency Zuko is going to have in the FN, especially since I'm not actually sure that he has permission to be there as a free man - didn't the arrest warrant Azula was executing in episode 1 list both Zuko and Iroh?)

There's nothing left for the Gaang in Ba Sing Se, so I doubt they'll go back there. Frankly it's the FN characters who have roots there. I wonder what will happen to Iroh's tea shop? I wonder if his investors will find out who he is? I wonder if money talks louder than national loyalty? (It's the Earth Kingdom - the answer is yes) Wouldn't it be funny if Iroh busted out of imprisonment and went right back to serving tea? And everyone sent to find him would be thinking "this is the famed tactician the Dragon of the West - he's probably travelling the FN plotting a coup as we speak. That devilish mind of his must have safe houses set up all over the nation." When actually he's right back where he got caught, doing exactly what he was doing when he got caught, to great and not-very-quiet acclaim?

I think S3 might have an overall darker tone too, within the bounds of a kids' show. I don't know what place Ba Sing Se occupied in the mind of the average person in the Avatar universe (although refugees seemed to revere it), but the city's fall to the FN represents a very big FN victory. The Gaang will probably be the most underdoglike in S3. S1 was mostly stalemate, then a big FN defeat. S2 was opened with the FN taking Omashu and closed with them taking Ba Sing Se. The FN have never been in a better position, and I bet the NWT is safe from further invasion only until the FN have built their fleet back up. So even the few free areas could have an expiry date on their freedom.

This is rapidly devolving into rambles, so I'll conclude by saying I have no clue what's going to happen next season, and that's exciting.

[hello-nichya-here]

I have a question that might be offensive, and I'm sorry in advance for any hurt it may cause. I've been trying to search for an answer online for a while but I'm not able to find a proper one, and hoped you could help me.

From what I have gathered, autistic people do not wish for there to be a cure for autism, which I understand because well, it would change your brain and the way you view the world. Some even insist it cannot exist (which I'm not so sure about but whatever). My main question is, there are thousands of people out there who are affected by some kinds of ASD so severe that they can never lead a proper life, will never mentally develop beyond a child, and often have to live through agonizing pain and overstimulation. When it comes to these cases, would they not prefer a cure? So wouldn't it be more ethical for a cure to exist, but taking the cure not be compulsory? Those people are obviously not on social media, so their voices go unheard. But wouldn't they and their loved ones not want them to be in pain?

Thanks in advance.

First off, here's why a "cure" is indeed impossible: autism is a neurotype, not a disease. It's not the brain or any organ/system doing something it shouldn't or being damaged by some internal and/or external factor. An autistic brain functions DIFFERENTLY, not DEFECTIVELY, though obviously there is a variety of ways in which it manifests, and it is very rare for an autistic person to be ONLY autistic, there's often one, or more, conditions affecting them at the same time (anxiety, ADHD, schizophrenia, depression, OCD, etc). It is also likely a result of multiple cromossomes working in atypical ways (unlike with Down Syndrome, which is a result of cromossome 21 and ONLY 21 working differently) - and we still don't know which ones, or even how many said cromossomes are.

What does all of that mean for a cure? It means that:

1 - To make an autistic person non-autistic it'd need to be possible to discover it when they're still a fetus and somehow force their brain and entire nervous system to form differently - both things modern science can't do and that we're not sure will EVER be possible.

2 - It is very likely that even if a cure is possible, it will NOT be a one-size-fits-all kind of deal, and it will work on some cases and be useless in others.

So it is already a far, far, FAR more complicated deal than just "If we put enough money, time and effort into it, we can find a cure." Part of the reason why many autistic people are sick of nearly every fucking charity about autism being focused on a cure is because, instead of that money going directly to us or to our caretakers (be it family or any form of hospice/home) and having a very real positive effective, that money goes into searching for a something that might genuinely not be biologically possible.

This is sadly the common history for nearly every group under the large umbrella of Disabled People. Sign Language was discouraged and even made ILLEGAL in some countries long before there were was a reliable, safe way to allow deaf people to hear. There are THOUSANDS of horror stories about people with any form of paralysis or mobility issues being just let root and die in their beds, even after all kinds of mobility aids were invented because "it's a burden to the caretakers" and a "miserable life to live anyway." A disabled athlete in Canada has recently complained about lack of accessibility and was offered EUTHANASIA as a solution because God forbid someone has to build a ramp.

The sad reality is that many non-disabled people are only interested in helping us if the help is guaranteed to make us 100% "normal." If it will gives us a decent, and sometimes fully/mostly independent life, but not make us able-bodied/neurotypical it is NEVER considerd "good enough", and is often talked about as a "set-back for the cure." Giving us ways to communicate our needs, find emotional support, employment, or at the very least multiple sources of aid that will allow our families to not be on "caretaker mode" 24/7 and to not fear what might happen to us once they pass away is considered A SET BACK. Because we're not "cured", but are also not dead.

They're focused on trying to "solve the mystery that will totally lead us to the cure IN THE FUTURE", but never on hearing our VERY basic requests for stuff that would greately improve our lives NOW - Autism Speaks, the largest autism "charity" (hate-group that literally uses "therapy" created by nazis to "help" us) literally popularized the myths that we don't know ANYTHING about autism, how it happens or how to help people with it, and making the "official autism symbol" be a fucking puzzle piece.

The "finding a cure is more important than anything" narrative talks over the needs of EVERY autistic person in existence, including the ones that cannot express their opinion or understand their own condition enough to HAVE an opinon, and yes, including the ones that actively WANT to be "cured."

And speaking of people who do genuinely want to be "cured" of their autism: it is extremely naive of you to think there's any change a cure wouldn't be made mandatory if it existed, and that the choice would be left to the individual, or even to a parent/caretaker on the more "extreme" cases.

Like I said before, things like Sign Language were made ILLEGAL in many countries for the crime of helping disabled have a better life without curing them. We still have cases of doctors operating deaf babies/toddlers without the parents consent. Wheelchair users constantly complain that people just randomly decide to "help" them by pushing their chair towards where they assume the person wants to go, without saying a word to them, without letting them change direction and sometimes even being careless enough to fuck up the chair.

Disabled people CONSTANTLY get called stupid or selfish for not opting for long, expensive treatments that will often only TEMPORARELY make them abled-bodied because being "normal/not a burden" should be more important than anything, including the completely unnecessary and often brutal emotional turmoil of getting used to a "normal" life just go then have to get used to being disabled again. And yes, autistic peoplel, from the completely indepent ones to the ones that need constant care, who have said they would NEVER take a cure for it if one existed, ALREADY get condescending, and sometimes openly hateful, comments about it all day, every day, everywhere. For saying we don't want to take the IMAGINARY pill that can "fix" us.

Our lives are already considered lesser, our opinions are already disregarded, and our bodily autonomy is already denied constantly (see the more "harmless" things like people that think it's funny to force hugs and kisses on those of us who hate most physical contact, to doctors that have injured or KILLED us through unnecessary, often violent means of restraining us during meltdowns). If a cure existed, we'd be straight up forced, or at least constantly pressured, to take it. There's a reason WE are the only ones discussing how unethical it'd be to force us to be "cured", while most neurptypicals have not even heard of that objection, and half would get mad at us for being "ungrateful" - after all, they spent so much time, money and effort on this thing (that we've been rejecting from day one), we can't just refuse it like that!

I know you probably mean well, anon, but the sad reality is that nearly every talk of "curing" autism (and almost anything that is considered a disability) is often rooted on nothing but society's very open disgust and disdain towards our very existence, not a genuine desire to make sure we're safe and happy - and as you can imagine, we're mad that we constantly have to justify our right to be alive and actually listened to, not spoken over by people who are "trying to help" by telling us to shut up and be glad that they're trying to make us "normal."

[absentmindedadmirer]

CLASS 3-A Headcanons

Because this group has given me a lot of brainworms. I might add a list of other class and group dynamics.

General Headcanons:

Izumi takes pride in being the oldest and most responsible out of the 3-A trio.

He is literally one day older than Kaoru but he will shove it in his face and act as the greater superiority (and then Kaoru would flick him in the nose)

Chiaki is actually the oldest but Izumi dismisses this with, "You act like a 5-year so it isn't valid."

Eichi and Keito keep blackmail folders on each other "for funsies" [Madara overhears this and casually says that he keeps blackmail folders on everyone "for funsies!!"

Shu and Izumi talk about fashion with each other and both think the other one is the only one decent enough to get it.

Kaoru likes complimenting Mademoiselle's outfits and Shu sometimes takes them into consideration when designing new ones.

Chiaki holds very obnoxious over-the-top gift giving celebrations, so much so that everyone now participates in gift exchanges on Valentines, birthdays and Christmas.

Eichi loves spontaneously holding MANDATORY class field trips.

Shu obviously does not like involving himself with his classmates but still calls them "decent" (minus a certain someone) and ends up just sitting there observing them and making comments.

Madara loves to greet Eichi by wrapping his arm around Eichi's shoulders, just so he can put Eichi in a headlock. Keito is there to make sure it doesn't last more than 3 seconds.

Eichi loves to involve himself with the 3-A trio because he finds them amusing. He also lacks social skills and yearns for the buddy-buddy relationship they have.

Chiaki wanted to make Mademoiselle a hero outfit but got swiftly rejected.

Kaoru, on occasion, likes taking everyone (minus the idols outside of Japan), on food tours.

They frequent each other's lives but don't really admit that to each other.

Madara acts as an older brother figure to Chiaki and oftend leads Chiaki into more stupidity.

Izumi and Keito have similar taste in glasses.

Chiaki drags Keito frame shopping and Izumi tags along to make sure Chiaki doesn't choose something hideous. Him and Keito then engage in the world's longest convo about stylised lens frames while Chiaki gets bored and tries on all the frames from the kids section because they are colourful. Eichi wanted to go because he wanted to try out frames but Keito refused, saying Eichi didn't need them and Eichi complained about it for days.

! era:

Keito has his desk stocked with a complete first-aid kit, tissues, oscillator, etc. in case Eichi needs it.

On the rare case that Madara and Eichi are in class, they are seen tossing notes to each other with smiles. However, when one hits Keito in the head and he opens it, it's marked with death threats and passive aggressive insults.

They had a contest to see who looked best in Keito's glasses while he was asleep at his desk. Izumi won.

Eichi asked Izumi to paint his nails once for fun, but now nail painting sessions happen every two weeks for everyone

Kaoru first did it as a joke but now he kinda likes looking at his nails and gets upset if anyone ruins it. He's the first in line before Izumi even gets set up. Chiaki loves getting his nails painted but can never keep the paint on. He's always biting his nails, chipping them off by falling somewhere, or just being plain stupid with them. Izumi frets over this and complains as he does a touchup every morning. Keito only did it because Eichi wouldn't stop bothering him about having matching nails! Shu does not particpate. Lest it ruins his image. However, he does comment on other people's choice of design as he sits next to him. Madara complains about not being there enough to get his nails done but then he tries to steal the nail polish when he is there and tries to paint everyone's nails with the most atrocious colour schemes known to man.

Eichi likes playing with Chiaki's action figures (because he has the mentality of a child and likes playing with them) He moves them around while Chiaki gives him telenovela speeches on the significance of each one.

Kaoru likes jokingly telling Eichi to buy the class things as random as keychain sets to food. Eichi takes it literally and buys it all.

Everytime Madara comes back from overseas, he buy the most obnoxious tourist items and clutters the classroom with it as "gifts".

They all collectively play a game of "How High Can We Raise Hasumi's Blood Pressure!!"

Kaoru started it because he always loves teasing people and Keito's a simple target. Chiaki just accidentally joins in while Izumi inadvertently adds fuel to the fire. Madara loves being annoying so what else does he need? When Keito looks to Eichi to see if he joins in, Eichi just silently grabs the oscillator and measures his pulse and announces the rate like a game show host and Keito's pulse skyrockets.

Madara once visited Eichi in the hospital- though not directly. He scaled the hospital walls and slammed a cardboard sign saying "THE END IS COMING." before noisily breaking through the window.

Chiaki once found one of Shu's fashion designs on the floor and thought it was a colouring page. Shu chewed him out when he returned it, but later the outfit was made in those exact colours.

Eichi gets tired of sitting next to Keito all the time so he purposefully sits the farthest away from him and near other people. Chiaki is the only airheaded to not notice the death glares from Keito and Kaoru faintly fears for his life.

!! era:

Eichi made a group chat for the class because he wanted something else to entertain him in the hospital while he was stuck there.

It's still active and Eichi forced Shu to join when he got a phone and will not let him leave. The 3-A trio and Eichi talk the most in it and Keito engages to scold them every few messages. Madara pops in at the randomest moments to start chaos and Shu mostly leaves them on read (he does read every message...) and comments once in a blue moon.

Kaoru usually starts convo in the groupchat in his downtime, when he's in his apartment, and he usually sends random tidbits about his day.

Eichi usually responds first because the notification on his phone distracts him from work he doesn't want to do at the moment.

Chiaki and Izumi then follow and a general conversation sparks up.

Shu eventually responds asking why the chat is still alive and Keito comes into lecture them about staying up during the night and says that he will come into Eichi's office and make him do the work. Eichi stops typing but keeps the phone on, reading the messages.

Madara pops in and revives the chat again, leading Eichi to pick the phone back up, Shu to fully respond in disdain, and everyone to keep themselves up the whole night. Keito doesn't reprimand anyone anymore, just sighs as he makes Eichi do the paperwork the next morning.

Izumi was too far away to paint their nails as often but he usually got on calls to help them do it themselves.

Kaoru is the only one that is competent enough to do it so he gets assigned to paint Eichi and Chiaki's nails before Izumi gets so horrified at their work that he takes the next jet from Italy. Keito is again forced to join and Izumi touches them as much as he can when he comes to Japan.

Shu has made them outfits before, in a frustration that they didn't seem to be the type to sell to a client. He claims that they're still perfect, as nothing made by him isn't so he gives them out when he next arrives in Japan.

He gives Kaoru an outfit first and Kaoru wears it when he goes out to fancy places and says that he likes feeling flashy. He keeps it tucked it safely away specifically for that purpose.

Keito refuses it but ultimately leaves it in the box, in his hands. He doesn't plan on using it, but during formal events, he has pulled it out.

Madara is the first to wear it, followed by Chiaki and those two wore it everywhere they went before Shu yelled at them for being wreckless with precious fabric. They stop wearing it for a while but use it frequently and Shu stops complaining because he vaguely feel a sense of pride in it being that beloved.

Eichi did not get an outfit. Instead, Shu had handed him a small box where he pulled out a handkerchief and told him it was to "wipe the constant drivel that comes out of your mouth". Eichi keeps it and uses it frequently actually.

They still play "How High Can we Raise Hasumi's Blood Pressure!!"

Chiaki bought an action figure for Eichi because he felt that the character's role fit Eichi. Eichi couldn't remember the character's backstory for the life of him, but he keeps it on his desk and likes playing with it during paperwork.

Izumi carried a travel tote bag on him occasionally and off of it dangles Madara's tourist keychains, Eichi's random trinkets Kaoru made him buy the class, and his own matching keychain set with Kaoru and Chiaki.

At first, Shu took as many trips to Japan as possible because he wanted to annoy Eichi by biting into his expenses. Eichi only responded with a "What? You want to see me that badly-?"

Eichi and Madara always end up starting chaos in the groupchat by exclaiming everyone's secrets in the public chatroom.

Eichi doesn't do it out of maliciousness. A little birdie just told him about something that happened and he wants to know more. Madara knows what he's doing and loudly proclaims it in all caps like "LORD ALMIGHTY!!! PERSON A AND PERSON B WERE MAKING OUT IN THE STORAGE CLOSET!!!"

Mostly though. In my head, these guys interact a lot even after they graduate and they give me brainrot agh. I love these clowns so much.

More Enstars Headcanons~: 3-B Headcanons || Marine Bio Headcanons

[weepingchronicles]

Could i request headcanons for a platonic/parental yandere laszlo (wwdits) with a human teen familiar reader?

platonic yandere laszlo with familiar reader headcanons!

thank you so much for requesting! laszlo is one of my favs especially in the newer seasons

tw/cw: yandere themes, implied murder, manipulation, lmk if i missed something!

when laszlo first got you as his familiar he didn't expect much, he assumed you'd be like everyone else, desperate to become a vampire

his obsession starts small, he never realized how young you actually are until one day...

laszlo calls you several times before finally searching for you, he starts to lecture you for ignoring him- until he sees you crying

a pang hits his undead heart and he insists you tell him what is wrong

you explain to him that your parents are threatening to kick you out or send you somewhere else because of your lacking grades and how you've been out all the time doing god knows what.

laszlo knows it is his fault and for once he feels guilty for his actions. here he has you working almost 24/7 and you haven't been taking care of your future because you believe theres a chance for you to become a vampire.

from then on laszlo makes sure to pamper you a bit more, he lets you take time off from being a familiar and if nadja or nandor yell at you for someone he makes sure to step in to defend you.

nadja complains that he is becoming too soft for a human but she just doesn't see how vulnerable and young you are. laszlo always agrees with nadja except when it comes to you.

with more free time you start studying and getting your grades up in high school, your parents still reprimand you for staying out all night but you ignore them.

even though laszlo is the one who let you have more time to yourself he cant help but miss your presence, he never realized how much he liked you.

he invites you over to study more even though he is so bad at any modern day education. the only thing he really aids in is english and history but you can't really put him as a reputable source.

laszlo eventually gets sick of you being away for too long and kind of acts out as a way to bring you back more often

he kills more and leaves the bodies everywhere, purposefully breaks things without saying anything(just forget guillermo in this)

your grades drop once again because of your increasing duties, even getting detention a couple times for always being late.

your parents threaten to kick you out again and they finally do. you run to laszlo crying about the whole situation.

laszlo acts completely oblivious as he consoles you, saying they were never real parents to you anyway, your home is here with him.

you move in with laszlo, creating a little cozy bedroom for yourself in the basement.

you end up dropping out of school, tending to only your familiar duties and besides who needs education when you're gonna be a vampire?

oh, and you don't have to worry about your parents trying to find you, laszlo payed them a little visit and their entire house was burnt to the ground the next day, the cops never found an actual reason how.

laszlo feels a little guilty especially since he never plans on turning you, but he uses it whenever you get too fed up with his antics.

if you do actually try to leave? ..who is to say what he might do to keep you?  🤷 

[rise-my-angel]

"Perhaps Jon tried to send word earlier."

"No, this is the way he is. The way he's always been. He never asked for my opinion, why would he start now?"

Gods be good Sansa, you are an absolute child. First of all, Jon is King. King in the North. Meaning he is your King. He doesn't need to ask your opinion. You are not a political advisor, nor someone trained to sit on a war council, nor even raised with an education be a lord. Your short time sitting in on smallfolk court sessions in the Vale was nowhere near what it takes to understand what being a lord, leader, king, or war commander is like. Jon has nothing to gain from your lack of insight.

Not to mention, the one time you complained to him that he didn't ask your opinion, he then asked you to say what you were thinking and you immediately proceeded to get upset and whine that you didn't know what to do. Not to mention you then wrote to recruit the Knights of the Vale without ever telling Jon that you had an army at your aid which was fully untouched by war and let Jon command what little Northerners and Free Folk he had into a bloody slaughter, then showed up so late it was entierly possible Jon could've been dead by that point. Clean on your nice horse getting to play hero to a battle you refused to tell Jon you had an ally for. Why would Jon *ever* ask for your opinion after that?

Also also, you argued with him in front of the entire court of lords when he was King. You told him he was wrong for wanting to let the innocent sons and daughters of once traitors to keep a home that had been theirs for thousands of years. When disposing the home of one of your own bannerman when the guilty parties all died in battle is actually never something the Starks have done. Battle by the way, is established as a situation which Jon fully believes acts as a judging sentence. That if you die in battle your crime has been paid for and it is time to move passed it. You are going against what the North believes in Sansa, by demanding to punish an entire house, also consisting of children by the way, to be forced from their homes. And then when Jon was gone you have spent this entire time complaining that hes not good enough to be King, despite that being so open about that is treason.

Also also also, "the way he's always been?" You mean hes always been the brother of yours that you tended to ignore and not be very fond of because of you grew up holding classis views and saw him as lesser then because he was a bastard? And therefore he has never had a reason to go to you with trust?

Listen, I too think Jon bending the knee is entierly out of character and not something he would ever actually do. But that still doesn't justify why Sansa has been nothing but endlessly hostile and antagonistic towards him. Jon has done nothing but risk his life for his family and the North, you have not ever risked your life like that. You are nothing like Robb and nothing like Jon and you have no justified reason to be so openly hostile about his every choice.

Take a note from Stannis's book, Sansa. Just because you don't agree with what your brother is doing, doesn't mean you get to act high and mighty and defy his orders when that brother is also King. You want to be Lady of Winterfell or Queen in the North? Try doing your duty first, and respect your King.

Is this the romance you dreamed of, Jonsa stans? This stesming pile of blatant disrespect and contempt?

[rotationalsymmetry]

In December 2020, due to COVID, my husband and I celebrated Christmas alone. (We might have gone up and visited his mom during the day? I don't remember. It would have been masks on if we did, or outside, but well, December.) To compensate for the lack of in person family time or other social gatherings, we watched Christmas movies. Some of them were better than others; we decided to keep watching The Muppets Christmas Carol every year.

This year we decided to read the book together as well.

I am noticing some differences.

The first, uh, what does he call them? Stave I think. The first pretentiously named chapter is pretty much the same: we establish that Scrooge is a total douchewad. He's a douchewad to Bob Cratchett (who is not yet named at this point in the book? He's just called the clerk? Maybe Dickens took a while getting around to actually naming the second most important human character in his story?), in particular making the workplace intolerably cold and threatening Cratchett with firing whenever he brings it up, and only giving Cratchett Christmas day off of work with pay after bitterly complaining about it and comparing it to thievery. If that wasn't enough, he also extends a quite powerful air of don't bother me to the general public, rudely declines his nephew and sole living relative's invitation to have dinner with him, and when asked for a charitable donation refuses in a spectacularly callous manner, expressing that it might be a good thing if the poor people that the charity is trying to aid die.

(IIRC A Christmas Carol was written explicitly as "give money to charities for poor people already" propaganda.)

Dickens does indeed firmly emphasize at the start of the story that Marley was dead, but he's not any more subtle about Scrooge being a grade A asshole, a real cartoon villain (proving, I suppose, that cartoon villains predate cartoons.)

[baenyth]

Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 4-19: Simpleman

This one's going to be fun. I can tell.

So far, it is! Marinette hiding the Miracle Box and suggesting that they draw only to find pictures of Adrien but that doesn't work and then more kids come along,

Oh god that fic was wrong. But are the teens telling their parents about this?

Also it's so good to see the kids with friends their age. Fun fact: I didn't have that. I didn't even have cousins my age on my father's side. Well, second cousins that one time...

So does Chris have his personality here or?

Kwami abuse

Kids and one movie. My one movie was Monsters Incorporated.

This is a Pepe-Silvia-ass chart.

The Chocolate Convention

Fei Wu mentioned

Wow, Grandpa's doing a better job than I thought!

You should probably explain it to him in term of older tech. A computer can be seen as a typewriter with a color TV screen, and a laptop is just a portable compressed computer. I have no idea how to describe the touchpad, though. Or the mouse. Wait, the mouse is like a puppet!

pffft Roland got the same confusion as everyone else on Tumblr that didn't immediately get into Miraculous (not me. I'm built different.)

Wait, does he not know about Ladybug and Chat Noir? He was akumatized once! Or did he not know what was going on then? Is he that much of a shut-in?

VHS, baby!

That's more than just complicated! That's just manipulative!

I feel like in my hypothetical "I get isekai'd as a fully-passing woman into Miraculous Paris and become Marinette's adoptive older sister" thing Grandpa Rolland would either love or hate me.

Grandpa's not handling the chaos well

This is one of the best akumas in the show.

Blud did not think things through

Yippee!!!!!

They're okay!

I was right. This is one of the best akumas in the show!

Don't complain, kids. Vanilla's a good flavor!

They should at least get more candy than that. All the candy in the world.

Alternatively, just get Chat Noir to cataclysm the paddle. That's extra simple!

At this point the universe itself is preventing Marinette from confessing to Adrien. This universe lacks Phineas and Ferb and desperately needs it.

Grandpa Rolland would love The Brave Little Toaster. Honestly it would be cool if he showed the kids older films like Willy Wonka and stuff like that.

Oh! I almost forgot! I had an idea for a rewrite of this episode. Basically instead of Rolland getting akumatized, a different akuma shows up that's far too hard for Ladybug, Chat Noir, and any aids they bring along. Grandpa Rolland takes matters into his own hands, dons a superhero suit that's literally just the same as his Simpleman fit but not as blue, and beats the stuffing out of the akuma. Ladybug and Chat Noir are baffled but just glad that it's over. Also the amount of kids Grandpa Rolland ends up looking after is inexplicably increased to Manon and all of the little siblings in Marinette's class. Ivan's little sister mentioned in the one card game. Rose's four gremlin little brothers I headcanon she has. Juleka's half-sibling twins from her father Gregory Steel. Nathaniel's first cousins once-removed but to make things simpler (ha!) he just calls them his nephew and niece. Audrey had a second affair and now there's a blond five-year-old in Paris. Jalil is there for some reason.

[toaster-boi]

i'm very glad that there is so much support for Palestine, and righteous anger over israel's genocide, but the situation in the Red Sea is really bringing out a lack of critical thinking.

people don't really seem to be actually reading any of the information out there regarding strikes by either side. i literally saw someone claim the U.S. was "firebombing civilians" in Yemen which i could not find a single source corroborating this claim.

the only Yemeni targets i can find info on are things like shore-to-sea fire control radars, munitions depots, and anti-ship missile/drone launch sites. these targets are being hit with precision munitions, and are almost exclusively in sparsely-populated areas.

yes, it is true that the houthis have not killed anyone yet, but they have certainly tried. in fact, the first casualties in the Red Sea were the ten crew members of three houthi boats (a fourth withdrew to shore), which were sunk by retaliatory fire after they opened fire on USN helicopters sent to aid a cargo vessel which had been hit. the ship was not bound for israel.

i'm not shilling the U.S. military. i'm just trying to get the basic fucking facts straight regarding a deeply polarizing situation where a very concerning number of people can't seem to tell the difference between tactical strikes on individual, isolated pieces of military hardware (valid targets when they have repeatedly shot at you) and carpeting a capitol city with napalm, and refer to both as simply "bombing." i'm not even sure if it's ignorance, negligence, or a deliberate attempt to obfuscate the reality of the situation.

if we're gonna complain about israel targeting civilians, let's at least be consistent with how we invoke the Geneva Conventions.

[tiredspacedragon]

BIONICLE Retrospective

2002: The Bohrok Swarms

Part 1: The Bohrok Awake :REMASTERED:

Heyyy~

Hiiii~

Once more with feeling, okay?

You guys are sweet, y'know that? Anyway, I have elected to begin back at the beginning of 2002 to make this a proper fresh start. The original versions are still out there for anyone who wants to find them, but I'll basically be saying the same things here, barring some tweaks to align with any opinions of mine that have changed since then and any other thoughts I add.

But, re-intros out of the way, lets get back into this!

The first time I talked about The Bohrok Awake, I made a point of how the comic format results in the pacing of the story feeling somewhat rushed. Events happen quickly, and there's barely time to breathe between scenes, and that's when scene breaks happen at all. Most of this issue is one continuous sequence, from the Toa reemerging at Kini-Nui, to their encounter with the Bohrok at Ta-Koro, to Vakama's exposition dump. All directly one after the other. It is a little much, just a little.

But, that's all I'm going to say on the matter of pacing this time. I've complained before, and I'd rather be positive this time. It's 810NICLE Day, I'm feeling chipper.

So what does this comic do right? Well, quite a bit. Shocker, right?

Get it?

Shocker?

*ahem* So, what I wanted to bring up was the portrayal of the Toa here, their characterization specifically, because it's pretty good. That might seem odd in such an action-focused issue, and medium in general, but these are action-oriented characters, so I say it fits. Which is good, because like 2001 before it, 2002 is decidedly light on Toa-centric material, so it's fortunate that the comics, the one medium where the Toa have always been the stars of the show, does a good job depicting them.

On an individual level, we get to see both examples of character growth and lack thereof. Tahu has begun to show genuine compassion and concern for his villagers, rushing to Kapura's side at Kini-Nui and then to Ta-Koro to defend his people, continuing to show that secure OG Tahu command of the team as he does so. Lewa, meanwhile, continues to be reckless even after his experiences in the prior story arc, and it continues to cost him. His headstrong attack on the Kohrak gets him iced and pinned down in the time it takes to blink, and of course this time it's not just a character moment, but foreshadowing as well...

I will commend Lewa on his inventive use of the Hau's shielding power here though. Using the shield to break and push the ice off of himself is rather ingenious.

Perhaps more importantly though, this issue continues where Triumph of the Toa left off, showing the Toa as a formidable united front. Given that unity will go on to be a recurring issue, it's nice to at least see the Toa working so well together here. Tahu rushing to Lewa's aid, Onua watching Pohatu's back, Lewa and Gali combining their powers. Teamwork, communication, it's good stuff.

But of course, this is 2002! This year isn't about the Toa! This is the year of the Bohrok swarms! So does this issue serve as a good introduction to the central, well, not quite characters, but entities of the arc? Yes, I rather think so. Vakama of course gives us our rundown of all the different swarms and their abilities, but we also get to see some of the Bohrok in action, displaying their core features: their cold, robotic efficiency, and their trademark disregard for living beings. Though the Bohrok's mission remains a mystery, it's clear their objective is the destruction of the landscape specifically, not the people of the island. We don't know much about the Bohrok at this point, but that is A) par for the course with Bionicle, and B) all that the characters themselves know at this point, so even if it isn't much to go on, it is keeping pace with the plot, and it's an excellent introduction into this new force.

And that's exactly what The Bohrok Awake is supposed to be: an introduction. The Toa appear immediately, established as the heroes of the story, they show their powers and teamwork, and meet their new enemies, with a little extra info from helpful local mentor-expositor Turaga Vakama. It's by-the-book, entertaining, and gets readers up to speed on everything they need to know.

It also includes Pohatu's first "what's a" question, so I think that qualifies it as an instant classic.

Speaking of introductions, re-introductions specifically, I hope this was a good one! Feels good to get back into this now that I'm in the right headspace for it. Expect more soon. For now, I'll leave you all with this image, still haunting 21 years later.

Next up: To Trap a Tahnok :REMASTERED:

[pleasantpedanticny]

don't be surprised..

Cops have always been this way...I guess I am glad you never noticed and lived that kind of life.

New York cops aimed a gun at me for helping a highschool kid go to school because I shared my public transit pass with him.

Cops have always been this way... I was like 14 and white and Jewish looking but dressed working class and they threatened to kill me over 1$ subway fare. Because some other kid lost their pass.

When high school students, teenagers protested in about 1992 my friends, my brother, my mother, hundreds were teargassed without warning to clear the plaza. The students were complaining about lack of educational resources, problems with the curriculum, and over-policing.

Cops have always been this way... I don't understand how you didn't notice. I learned about Kent State. Police fire bombing a building in Philly, about so much worse.

When I was a kid aware of and sometimes even at Act Up rallies in the 80's and Early 90's that simply wanted to draw medical attention to millions of HIV/AIDS deaths and push for political support for treatment and prevention of deaths... the cops regularly used pepper spray and teargas. And I heard one say they would use their batons more but they didn't want to get AIDS from the F@#s.

Cops have always been this way... they don't care if you live or die.

I volunteered with a soup kitchen as a junior in highschool and watched the cops stand outside and threatened the poor hungry people who loved up outside. Making them not talk to each other. Scaring them intentionally. So the homeless "wouldn't bother the neighbors.

Cops have always been this way... they may not all be evil men and women but as a group they are a terrifying evil thing that is there to harm people. Some people certainly get hurt more often. So be glad if you were allowed not to notice.

I remember seeing cops beat up a pair of homeless people in grand central who hadn't woken up and moved along fast enough just... started swinging night sticks. One of the men wore clothing a d was an age that suggested he was a Vietnam veteran. They arrested him for yelling at them... after they hit him. He didnt threaten them. He didn't fight back.

Cops have always been this way... they train people to exert force on the population. They train them to use preemptive violence. First strike rules of engagement. Excessive force may be a problem but it is training priority. If you may be in a little danger make absolutely sure the person can't hurt you... they say to each other. And then they are taught to see every person as a threat to them. And people are surprised that somehow that leads to police violence.

I had a cop say "are you a Jew to me" with the tone of voice you might expect if I was suspected of murder. This was in a small Midwestern town where I was visiting a college that I chose not to attend. They did like my answer, as I kept my hands visible and away from my body that I was half.. the wrong half so I was ethnically half Jewish not really Jewish. The cop said 'so yeah a jew.' And left me alone but watched from accross the shopping center to make sure I left. He had wanted me gone. So I went.

The cops have always been this way... do not believe this is bout preventing antisemitism or keeping the peace. The modern police were invented and militarized to harm to frighten and to prevent political protest to decrease democracy.

I am not glad if you didn't notice before. It may mean. You are part of what let's this system keep going.

The only moral and reasonable response is to defund and replace policing institutions.

[forcebookish]

hi! i’m the one who sent in about sandray’s death flags breakdown, with the joker and batman one. the post i saw it from didn’t really specify so i’m not too sure about that tbh but that was just stated in there. again, i’m not too certain about sand dying but there would come a time when ray may really have to let sand go, just like how sand mentioned in EP8. 

but with that said, i have a full breakdown about what the show is doing with top mew in my mind. i’m so sorry for the long post😅

I discovered an interesting part of the opening sequence that I think a lot of people overlooked. It’s the part right after Jennie with the guy and Title. With each couple, the screen pans to something that is heavily linked to them. SandRay - plum wine jars (income disparity), BostonNick - Boston’s photos (voyuerism), TopMew - some sort of deer antlers? I looked it up and it symbolises a lot of things associated with TopMew: power, dominance, authority, sacredness, self-awareness. The thing about deer antlers is that they regrow after they fall off - regrowth and regeneration. This confirms for me that the show is driving some sort of growth and regeneration for TopMew and their relationship, especially for Top. 

I’ve seen a lot of people complain about the lack of connection (chemistry?) between TopMew, but I truly think they were deliberately set up to do so. I feel that TopMew’s main dates - laser tag, silent disco, blind dinner heavily emphasise that disconnection (and its buildup). I personally am frustrated that a lot of people failed to realise that. Two people coming together defies the rules of laser tag. Technically one person is trying to get away from the other, one person has to keep chasing the other. The concept of silent disco is that you don’t have to listen to the same song as the other person and you can’t really hear the other person properly. For the blind dinner, you can’t see the other person and it’s difficult to be on the same page. not to mention the topmew scenes in the first half had a lot of eerie or unease bgm.

Overall, this disconnection is really from the insecurities, mistrust and miscommunication that was built up and not from the fact that they don’t love each other. they just didn’t fully confront these issues before the meltdown in EP6. If they didn’t love each other, they wouldn’t have been that hurt in the last scene of EP6. They wouldn’t have looked that vulnerable in the hostel kitchen in EP8. I want to pull at my hair every time someone says TopMew don’t love each other 🤯. But I’m glad they’re going to take steps to better communication and trust and be more open about their emotions, especially in the rage room (which I’m excited about😄!!). we’ll see how their connection builds from there. is their path of change/recovery smooth all the time? no, they’re morally grey people at the end of the day. but what makes topmew stand out and be able to work towards having a stable relationship is that they have individual responsibility, accountability and self-awareness to a certain extent. i can’t say the same for the others…

tysm for reading again! i just love forcebook in these roles and their story doesn’t seem like much at face value (cuz of the archetypes). but their story as a whole is so complex and interesting🥰. thank you for letting me share my thoughts.

wow!! this is really interesting, anon! i do, uhhhh, kind of disagree with everything........ and i will talk about it. at length... i promise i will try to do it in a not mean way lol but be warned you did trigger a lot of my spicier opinions. some of this reads like you might have taken a few too many sips of the kool-aid, my dear.

the antlers: are we sure it's that deep? obviously, it could be but it's an editing choice not a writing choice and half the time the gmmtv editors can't be trusted. plus, it's nickboston who have made out under antlers... just don't want us to get too into the weeds there. i definitely think that what you said about what it symbolizes for topmew IS true, but whether that was intended or not i'm a little skeptical of. cool trivia though!

lack of connection/chemistry: oh, anon... you poor thing, you're clearly new here... you don't know about me... this is straight up a winter soldier activation code for me at this point.

i wholly disagree that it was "set up" that way, because i literally do not see it. it's not the first time i've seen this interpretation, and it seems more like something that topmew/forcebook-haters incepted into your brain and you tried to explain it away... but it's simply not true. while i agree that these dates have similar purposes to what you've mentioned, the idea that they're not connecting is a conclusion that rejects everything that is actually happening on screen.

i will give you only the laser tag date, because it's when mew literally dumps top lol

but clearly there is still chemistry. this date demonstrates that they are playful, flirtatious, and competitive as well as there being a give and take to their relationship where top is pursuing mew (something completely neutral, btw).

also are we just going to ignore the bookstore date where they spent the whole time flirting and getting to know each other?? because it's actually the date that sets the tone for all of them: this is when it is established that

mew is largely unwilling to try new things and sticks to books, while top challenges that mindset and

mew's sense is (maybe) always right.

the dates you mentioned are about those two details: new experiences, top gets him out of his shell and introduces him to numerous firsts, and senses, when you take away one sense, all your other senses become stronger.

on the silent disco date, they purposefully switch to the same song and dance together, in sync (which is also how they kiss, btw - something that is meant to show that they're connecting and want the same thing out of the relationship. the only time they didn't kiss in sync is their love scene in episode six... for obvious reasons. again, no chemistry, my ass🙄).

mew listens to top and sees that he's cute.

(gifs from this post btw)

we're also ignoring the temple date? (x)

the cafe date? (x)

the dates where they just chat comfortably, are casually affectionate, and flirt sweetly are conveniently left out because they don't fit the false narrative that there's a disconnect between them? to fit the false narrative that chemistry is just about sex and not being easy with each other? ok........

the blind dinner is explicitly about seeing with your heart.

LIKE. TOP LITERALLY TELLS YOU.

the point is that they're on the same page: that's why they clink their glasses in perfect sync and top feeds mew and wipes his mouth more effectively.

that whole day is about mew seeing top for who he really is.

and as much as the fandom loooooooooves to talk about the lasik "revealing" who top really is, it's not. it's about revealing who his "friends," boston and ray, really are. mew starts out the relationship assuming that top is the person who he then thinks he is after he learns about the betrayal: but the person he's come to know, who he's seen with his heart is the true top. it's proven over and over and over again that top is a caring, friendly person (who defends himself when challenged) who loves mew (and doesn't want to fuck boston lol) - just how mew came to see him and is going to see him as again.

and while i agree that topmew have a fair amount of insecurities, mistrust, and miscommunication, i don't think it's indicative of a disconnect and these are mostly resolved through communication. and even when they aren't, what does that have to do with chemistry? why do they have to tick all these Perfect Relationship boxes? why are they held at a higher standard than all the other couples, who like you said don't have individual responsibility, accountability, or self-awareness? just because they're boyfriends? or because they were already on defense in a fandom that was determined to hate them from the jump? ...or because they're forcebook?🙃 i've never seen another couple in anything have their relationship so picked apart and scrutinized in bad faith. let them breathe!

eerie or uneasy background music: this makes me insane omg i've said this before but jangly guitar and soft piano are suddenly not romantic!?!?????!? are there scenes with uneasy background music? sure, but i think saying there are "a lot" of them is too broad and decontextualizes the scenes that they were used in.

they're morally gray people: they're just people. for the love of god. i'm so tired of this phrase. this should be used for jedis and superheroes, not 21-year-old college students trying to date each other omg morally gray implies that there is some war of balance between good and evil when really, they're just boys who fuck up sometimes. and i'm not saying that there aren't bad people (ray - who repeatedly hurts everyone around him, shouted at mew for not having sex with him, and rarely ever apologizes his worst offenses - and boston - who assaulted and coerced top and only reluctantly apologized to mew after ray asked him if he was going to lol) in this drama, but making it out like topmew are toeing the line when they're perfectly normal and make a few bad decisions (and often apologize for them) is excessive.

soooo sorry for all of that, anon. i know you meant well😅 this is typically the kind of discourse i just ignore when it shows up on my dash precisely because this is the result😅

if you're still reading😅: i'm also really excited about the rage room! i know a lot of my buddies on here want topmew to sit down and talk about their feelings, which is all fine and good for a couple irl, but this is a drama! i wanna see something happen! and i think this is the perfect visual tool to do that. i do think that their relationship is only going to get stronger after this, and i really hope that mew can get to a point (soon) where he's more secure. because even after exchanging i love yous he was still holding himself back and doubting the relationship. hopefully after seeing how top has handled the breakup and how clear it is that he never lied about loving mew, mew can be more confident about who he really is to top.

thanks for stopping by, anon!💗 sorry again for getting into it like that😅