#even a bad solution would be better than none you know

[hope-for-the-planet]

I'm scared for the future. The year starts with WTF, trump is in the Whitehouse. They're are 3...no 4...Idfk how many wars and humanitarian crises. We're are 90s seconds (probably lower in 2025) to midnight on the doomsday clock. And the earth is getting hotter by the half-hour. I'm scared of dying and I'm pretty sure we're alone in the universe. So how in the flibity flabuty F**k! Do you stay so positive? (Genuinely I want to know)

Hi Anon!

This may not be the most satisfying answer, but a lot of it is practice.

Pivoting away from negative thought spirals, knowing when the despair is welling up and it's time to put the news down for a bit, being aware of the human tendency for negativity bias that feeds the media bias towards catastrophizing, seeking out stories of progress and people helping each other even if it's not glamorous or flashy or immediate. These get easier the longer you practice.

Truly, I have never been aware of how much this hope practice has paid off until this year. I won't say that I don't have bad days, but the strategies I have to deal with them and keep the bad news from driving me to disengagement feel like muscle-memory now.

I know this may not feel terribly helpful to you, but I say this to express that it is not some unique element of my personality that allows me to stay hopeful in the face of bad news--it is a skill that you can get better at too.

One really big part of this is to combat the bombardment of negative information by looking for positive information. News of progress, resistance, and people coming together to make a difference are a great place to start--but also hopeful and inspiring art (books, movies, TV shows, visual art, theater, etc.), research into human goodness and altruism, reading not just about the dark times in human history but also the times that people worked together to make things better. I just finished reading Hope for Cynics by positive psychologist Jamil Zaki, which I highly recommend if you feel like delving into the good side of human nature.

The more you train your brain to look for hope the more you will notice--one day you'll hear bad news and your knee-jerk reaction will be to turn towards possible solutions and wonder who is already working to make those solutions a reality.

I understand living in that place of fear and hopelessness--I have spent time there too and some days I still do. But hope is something worth working towards, even slowly and imperfectly. It doesn't just feel better to live in a world where you can see the possibility for things to be better than they are right now--it is the first step in being engaged in helping to make them better.

There are so many kind, brave, talented, imperfect, regular people pushing back against the bad things. None of us are alone. None of us have to save the world by ourselves. We only have to hope enough to be one small part of the process of making the world better than it would have been otherwise, in whatever ways we can.

[wooahoe]

how svt would help you when you’re crashing out a bit

dory’s notes: because all of my irls think i’m either adhd or autistic or both and honestly i’m starting to believe them because there’s no way that this level of crashout/burnout/dysfunction is normal. man it’s bad bad like you know it’s bad when your hw list for spring break is 40+ items long and it’s mostly just late work that your teachers let you make up. also when your teacher tells you to get help. it’s okay 😎 fuck it we ball

cw: swearing, a lil bit of crying, implied neurodivergent reader but tbh reader could just be depressed. man idk reader is just burnt out that’s all u need to know.

wc: 549

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scoups, jun, vernon

they would be the type that wouldn’t want to disturb any sort of attempts at productivity that you’re trying to make, but they’re also worried for you. worried enough where they’d mention maybe taking a break, or getting you up and out of that chair. they’d remind you to take your meds and drink water, let you use their headphones once yours have died, would definitely bring you snacks every once in a while, and if it gets too bad, maybe gently force you to take a nap. they’d make sure you had plenty of their shirts you had dubbed the best material on standby, so you could be as productive as possible without being overstimulated. would be very sweet but probably not all that helpful production wise. but!! they will hold you while you cry and rant about your frustrations, and honestly, that’s all you could ask for.

jeonghan, hoshi, the8, seungkwan, dino

they are not going to let you rot in that chair and wallow in your frustration. no, you are getting up and going with them for a walk. what do you mean you can’t? you haven’t eaten, moved around, used the restroom, or drank water for the past six hours. you need this !! (any attempts at waving them off are futile) they’d either try and get you to move your work spot, or, if that isn’t possible, take a small break with them. whether it’s to eat, nap, dance, or just sit there with them and talk about anything that’s on your mind. you need to let yourself rest, even if it’s just for a little bit. (jeonghan, hoshi, and seungkwan jokingly mention you just not finishing your work entirely, but the glare you send them is enough for them to shut up on the matter entirely.) they know that sitting in front of that screen isn’t going to do you any good, at least not for the next half hour. might as well spend it with them, and just let your brain turn off for a little while. they know how much you need it.

joshua, wonwoo, woozi, dokyeom, mingyu

probably the most helpful out of the bunch. they’d try and actively help you make the situation better/more productive. is the vibe in the room wrong to you? okay, maybe try his room. are you just dehydrated? he’ll bring you more water every hour or so. they’d text you to remind you to do your normal human activities (drink water, eat a little something, use the restroom, etc etc) and make sure you’re giving yourself a break every once in a while. if none of this is working, well, then, they’re not gonna stop until they find something that does work for you. but they also know that you’re probably emotionally drained, too, and while they know you can’t exactly stop working right now, they’re going to make sure that when you do allow yourself a break, the two of you are going to have to talk. this situation of coping isn’t healthy, and they know the both of you know it. but if the temporary solution is just a power nap? well, then they’re more than happy to oblige: your bed is calling you, and their arms are waiting.

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a/n: man what if i just become a hs dropout and audition for like. idk. the new hybe america thingie (i can’t sing or dance)

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[cripplecharacters]

sorry if this is a little too vast, but how often do you feel the whole fantasy concept of curses falls into harmful stereotypes? just because a lot of ‘curses’ in fantasy media:

a) display either symptoms of real disabilities, especially chronic illnesses, or have fantastical symptoms that disable the character in some way or another

b) are often tied to some form of morality, whether a person is cursed because they’re evil and it’s a punishment, or they’re helpless and need to be saved from the horrible life of being ill

c) are usually curable through some sort of magic solution, even though disabled readers cannot magically cure their body

d) overall are linked to magic, and it is my understanding that ‘disability caused by a magic spell’ is very tropey with conditions such as vitiligo.

as an (aspiring) fantasy author, i think the whole concept of curses holds a lot of potential, i just wanted to know if it’s something that could likely be taken as hurtful and ableist, and if so is there a specific aspect of curses that shouldn’t be written about or is it a case of ‘abandon the whole concept of curses’.

sorry if this isn’t very coherent, i’m currently on a flare up right now so words are harder for me than usual. thank you all for running such a cool and helpful blog.

Hello!

You're right that this is a very broad topic. Curses on their own aren't inherently problematic but they certainly can be, especially when they're tied with the first point you've mentioned (That is, having symptoms of real disabilities).

Something also worth noting is that none of those points are necessarily bad on their own, it's all about how the author handles it. For example, a character that becomes cursed with immortality after stealing a child from the fae would be okay. A character that becomes cursed with paralysis after offending a sorcerer, however, would be different.

One example that comes to mind is Eda's curse in The Owl House. For those who aren't familiar with it, Eda was cursed by an unknown person for unknown reasons (Though this is later revealed). Her curse caused things such as limbs that pop off easily (Literally becoming removed from her body, in a cartoon-y way), changes to her appearance (Eye and hair colour), occasional transformation into a large demonic beast, negative effects to her magic, and several other things that are more similar to chronic illnesses (Periods of low energy, etc.).

Even before Eda became disabled (She becomes an amputee later on), her curse felt a lot like a disability narrative to me. She's found ways to cope with it and manage the symptoms she experiences such as taking naps and using an elixir (Which has a similar use to medication for her) that keeps her beast form at bay. There are days when the curse is worse and other days when it's better.

Two main things that stick out to me the most about this example is that, though she obviously doesn't enjoy the curse, Eda is more upset about (And focused on) the fact that she doesn't know who cursed her or why. The fact that curing her curse isn't her main goal is very refreshing to me.

The other thing is one particular arc where her mother comes to visit and it's shown that she comes every year with a new proposed cure. Although this is a magic world, the proposed cures are equated to the whole idea of curing paralysis with certain herbs or ADHD with a certain diet. What was especially relatable to me about this was that Eda doesn't want these so-called cures and her mother's actions are shown as an imposition rather than an act of kindness or charity. As somebody who has accepted my own disabilities while my friends and family members have not, this was something that felt very close to home for me.

Eda's curse has some similarities with real world disabilities -- both in some of the symptoms such as low energy as well as in the way it's treated -- but it isn't a disability in and of itself. That said, it's still one of the best portrayals of living with disability that I've seen and it's an excellent example of how curses can be done and related to disability in a way that isn't ableist or poorly designed.

The main reason that the portrayal of Eda's curse is so well done is because it's designed with consideration for the show's disabled audience. Although some able-bodied people may pick up on certain things, the whole narrative around Eda's curse is much more relatable and obvious to people who live with a disability than those who don't.

Essentially, it's the story that a lot of disabled people want to see.

Not somebody with a disability being cured or fixed but somebody with a disability living a full, meaningful life and with those around them learning to understand and accept that.

Eda's mother doesn't stop looking for a cure because she gives up on her daughter or because her daughter pushes her away. She stops because she realizes how her efforts were hurting Eda and how their relationship was suffering from it.

Not only that but she also accepts that Eda knows her curse better than her mother does AND she wants to learn more about Eda's methods for dealing with it.

This is huge!

The series is showing respect for Eda's bodily autonomy and her independence. It's recognizing that disabled people know our disabilities and our bodies better than others do. A lot of us have to deal with constant unsolicited advice on how to deal with our disabilities from friends, family members, and even complete strangers so to see this situation portrayed in this way was especially refreshing.

This is a smaller factor but another way that Eda's curse was done well is that it's clearly fantasy. The cause is fantasy, the manifestations are fantasy, and the resulting effects are fantasy.

While the effects may have some similarities to real life disabilities, the manifestations are enough to differentiate the curse from actual disabilities. For example, people with dissociative disorders may have moments they can't remember but they don't turn into a large demonic beast during them.

There's enough of a distance there that it isn't equated one-to-one as disability, even if the narrative is very similar to disability narratives.

Unfortunately, I have also seen curses portrayed in a way that is ableist and rather poorly dealt with.

I don't intend to name it (I'll explain my reasoning below*) but I recently read a book where one of the side characters was cursed as punishment for her own selfish actions and ended up functionally mute. She used ASL to communicate for the most part. Within the book, the character is shown to be so bitter and upset about her curse and the resulting effects that she takes it out on her family and her child in particular.

This is bad for several reasons.

First, by making the curse so similar to a real-world disability/symptom, any associations made with the curse are also, by extension, being made with that disability. In showing how much this character hates her curse, it's also showing how much she hates being disabled.

If her curse was something like waking up every day in a different body (Or something else that has no real-world equivalent), it's easier to put distance between the curse and any similarities to disability. It also allows you, as the writer, to focus more on other aspects as opposed to the immediate focus of how the curse disables a character (Such as how Eda was bothered by not knowing how or why she was cursed rather than the curse itself).

Because the curse is equated to her disability, this also falls into several ableist tropes.

As the curse was a punishment from the fae for her own selfish actions, it falls into the "disability as punishment" trope.

The fact that her curse -- or at least her frustration/bitterness from the curse -- is pushing her to act the way that she does also causes it to fall into several problematic tropes involving disabled villains. For one thing, the prime cause of her "bad behaviour" (For lack of a better term) being her curse/disability.

In contrast, Eda from The Owl House does push people away because of her curse but it's because of her fear (Specifically the fear of losing control of her beast form and hurting somebody) that causes her to do that. This habit of pushing people away out of fear is also touched on and shown outside of the context of her curse.

With the book, the character's actions are directly shown to be because she's mute and the anger/bitterness/frustration she feels around that.

A lot of this specific problem comes from the writing itself. If the author had wrote it so the character was lashing out at her family because she felt like she wasn't being heard or because she was afraid they might do something dangerous (Such as going after the fae that did this) and she wouldn't be able to stop them, that would be a different situation. There may still be some negative associations but it's less of a direct correlation between being cursed/disabled and being a jerk.

Now, having a character become cursed as a punishment isn't necessarily a bad thing.

In the show Lucifer, the side character Cain is cursed with immortality after killing his brother (And, as this is the same Cain from the bible, committing the first murder). Throughout his arc on the show, Cain is looking for a way to cure his curse and, essentially, die.

Because immortality isn't anywhere close to a real-world disability, these other factors aren't a problem as there's no association with disability.

Essentially what I'm getting at here is that curses can be perfectly fine. They aren't inherently ableist or problematic in any way but they certainly can be. It's all about how you, as the writer, handle it and what associations you're making -- whether you intend to or not.

The main thing to keep in mind when including curses in your writing is to consider what purpose they're serving and what you want to do with them.

If you want the curse to be a punishment for something terrible that the character has done, it's best to stay far away from disability and lean more into the fantasy side of things.

If you want curing the curse to serve as the character's main goal throughout the story, it could be okay to have some elements of real-world disability in there. For example, in a world where magic is used freely maybe your character is cursed to only be able to use their magic through a specific conduit and if it goes unused for a while, it causes tics or spasms.

While this is still similar to real-world disabilities (Such as Tourette's syndrome or epilepsy), there's enough distance between the manifestation of the curse (Only being able to use their magic through a specific conduit) and the disability-like effect of it (The tics/spasms). This distance gives you the ability to focus on other aspects of the curse (Such as the problems with magic) as the motivation for wanting to cure it rather than the disability aspects of it.

One final word of caution is to be careful when mixing the "curse as an allegory for disability" and "curse as a punishment for doing something evil". I'd generally suggest avoiding it. I have never seen it done in a way that doesn't end up incredibly ableist and reading as a bad cautionary tale for children ("Eat your veggies or you'll end up in a wheelchair" = "Don't kick children because they might be witches and you'll end up blind").

This is especially important to keep in mind if you want to use the curse as a disability narrative or otherwise have it be treated/showed similarly to disability (Like The Owl House did with Eda). If you want to do that, explore explore other causes for the curse. Maybe it was the result of a training mishap with a new witch? Or maybe they accidentally broke a dangerous artifact? Just as long as it's not shown to be a punishment/consequence of sorts.

As promised, I've explained my reasoning for not naming the book down below.

Cheers,

~ Mod Icarus

*So my reasoning for not naming the book is because of a few things. The main one is that, while the rest of the examples I gave have a fairly large and established presence, this book is by a new author and published by a small publishing company. Simply put, they don't have the same resources that corporations such as Disney and Fox do.

The other thing is that while there are multiple writers working on tv shows like The Owl House and Lucifer, this book has a singular creator and this is her first book. Although I did criticize her portrayal of the character's curse heavily, there were several parts I enjoyed and I am reluctant to put the book on blast and risk discouraging her from writing more.

If this was the work of a more established author (Such as Rick Riordan or JK Rowling) or I was discussing it in a more positive light, I'd be more comfortable naming the book openly.

[mushroomates]

legolas headcanons:

is, by all accounts, the worlds most awkward elf

most of the fellowship doesn’t even realize how weird he is

thranduil did not socialize his boy well. legolas is not aloof he just has no idea what he’s supposed to be doing.

will walk very slowly with exaggerated movements around hobbits because he thinks they won’t see him otherwise.

the hobbits thinks this is elf custom. frodo theorizes this is because elves want to rest their eyes and ears when they’re at home, so other elves like to announce themselves so no one gets spooked.

this is aided by the fact that legolas loudly announces his presence whenever he enters the room, just incase you missed it.

this conclusion is false. legolas will approach other elves by charging at them, full speed. alternatively, shooting an arrow in their vicinity for a vibe check.

he also likes shooting at people to wake them up and/or scare them

legolas likes that it’s a gentle reminder to his companions that he could kill them at any time and they should be honored that he doesn’t.

aragorn has options about this. legolas tells him that he should be grateful that such a skilled elf is on his side and cares for him. aragorn maintains that if legolas really cared, the elf would stop waking him up with ‘good morning’ shots. he also would like to note that legolas’s loud singing is only slightly better than an arrow flying at you first thing in the morning:.

legolas tries to make friends by staring at them from afar and when they look at him he looks away. like a cat. he will also blink at u as if to say “look! i like you! i’m closing my eyes!!!” again, like a cat.

will bring you small gifts to curry favor, also like a cat. interesting rocks and pretty feathers, samples of dirt, fallen leaves in different shapes and colors, and whatever flowers are near by and catch his eye. gets very upset if you don’t marvel at them for the appropriate amount of time.

will eat bites off of your plate. this is a form of endearment. he’s showing he trusts you and likes you. he’s also showing his inability to cook and hopes you’ll take pity on him by sharing your food.

sometimes will intentionally walk loudly around the camp if he’s bored, angry, or lonely so he can wake aragorn up and they can be awake together :)

likes to sing, loudly, at inappropriate times

no one in the fellowship has seen him piss. some of the hobbits are under the impression that elves don’t pee. aragorn and gandalf do not correct them.

up at the asscrack of dawn. this is annoying, because he’s chipper, looks amazing, and is a tad judgmental that you aren’t as well.

captain obvious as well as worlds most unhelpful elf ever. will point out your mistake, claim to know how to fix it and half the time not offer the solution or his assistance.

cannot do laundry. he doesn’t even get dirty enough to consider it, and with how little people in middle earth wash their clothes anyway, none of his clothes have been cleaned for easily centuries.

is very confused by dogs. doesn’t understand what he’s supposed to do with them. they’re always so happy and want (physical???) attention and,, it’s not a one and done thing either. you’re supposed to keep petting them? after you already pet them.

they’re like wolves, but smaller and maybe stupider. they also stink. boromir has explained to him many times that dogs are man’s best friend and are beautiful creatures. this worries legolas, because that means either dogs are more evolved than they let on,, or men are significantly further behind than elves than he first thought..

can not play the harp. is upset by this fact.

never really bothered to learn how to harp, either.

he believes he should be able to play the harp regardless because the harp is just a big bow with many strings. this is, in fact, false.

will eat anything. mushrooms and questionable berries mean nothing to him.

this upsets aragorn as he believes legolas is setting a bad example for the hobbits, dispite hobbits having the most durable digestive systems. (note: elves can eat almost anything, but hobbits have the stomach of a labrador retriever. they are always hungry, can can eat anything, even what they’re not supposed to)

DID set a bad example for boromir, who mistakingly ate some of the berries legolas offered him and had the shits for weeks.

is like 90% sure who frodo is. it’s definitely one of the hobbits. it’s probably not the one with the pony.

is faceblind. he can’t recognize other people’s faces for the life of him. if you asked him to pick out aragorn in a sea of humans, he’d panic dispite knowing the man for 50+ years.

this also goes for all races, including dwarves. gimli thought he might just be racist and covering his ass, but then watched him stall for like 30 minutes making small talk with some lorien elves and try (and fail) to pick celeborn out of the crowd.

does know what galadriel and thranduil look like. has a hard time pointing out elrond.

will forget your name almost immediately after you tell him. guys like 3k old and has met a lot of people give him a break

to be fair he does know who you are and what you sound/look like. defining features like voice and hair help a lot. it’s just if you were to give him a book of cropped faces and ask him to name, just one,,, he’d panic and throw it at you.

feels robbed of the golden ages,, resents the fact that the world he knows is drastically different that the world he could have been. wishes there were more elves his age and just more elves in general.

that being said he wouldn’t change this for anything as the world he’s in gave him the friends he’s made and the adventure of a life time :)

he doesn’t wash his hands. like ever or at all.

[graysdarling]

〡𝓖. hawthorne ˎˊ˗ rich man.

- summery: grayson hawthorne is a natural born rich man who will spoil the hell out of you.

- warnings: none probably

- words: 606

- voicemail: hah BAM NEW WRITING STYLE BAM IN BACK PEOPLE BAM school starts :(

reblogs and comments are appreciated ⭑.ᐟ

now, grayson hawthorne was a rich man. i think we all knew that. he obviously knew what to do with half of the money (mostly stuff to do with his grandfather) but he doesn't know what to do with the other half.

he’d gotten told that he was stupid and spoiled for not knowing what to do with the money, much to his demise. he’d already spent some on his sisters, on hawthorne business, and he couldn’t spend some on himself. he was grayson hawthorne for hell's sake.

ah, there it was. a solution to all his problems! you. what was better than spending all of his money on his favorite girl? nothing—especially when he saw that smile show up on your face whenever he got your favorite perfume or that time you smiled so big he thought it hurt whenever he got your favorite book.

he’d practically force you to go on a shopping spree and whenever you’d try to pay, he’d immediately do it faster. whenever you turned to glare at him, all you saw was a small smile on those gorgeous lips of his.

it was like he had a mental rule in his head. never let you pay. that wasn’t him being sexist (unlike some people who thought it was), that was him wanting to see you smile. and if getting everything you wanted with his black card made you smile, so be it. he wouldn’t have it either way.

you want a new book series? he would be on his way to barnes and noble to get the full set. you want some new clothes? big mistake. now he was paying attention whenever your eyes stay on a set of gorgeous clothes you saw. even if it was just a small a little bit long glance, he was immediately on his way inside the store before you could even turn to him.

even if you’d try to reject, he knew you wanted that dress you’ve been looking at. so, he just kissed your forehead and walked past you to pay for that dress. sure, it got annoying sometimes, but he just knew how to make his future wife happy. how was that bad?

oh, and god forbid if you were staring at a piece of jewelry. out of the corner of your eye you saw the suit wearing blond immediately walk inside the store while getting his card out. whenever you tried to stop him from paying, he just put a hand around your waist and still paid for it.

he doesn’t even try to excuse himself. he was grayson hawthorne, for hell’s sake, he didn’t need excuses to make his girl happy.

don’t even get started whenever you try to pay first. you didn’t know if it was his stare or his intimidating aura, but the cashier always took his card instead of yours! once you walked out of the store mad—which grayson didn’t know why. he was giving you everything you wanted and more. why be sad?—he quickly pulled you into his chest and softly kissed your temple.

his way of apologizing, you could say. but you knew that he wasn’t actually sorry.

he wasn’t stupid. he knew how to treat a girl right, especially if it was his girl. no way was he going to let you pay for yourself when he was right there! besides, the small smile on your face whenever you walked out of the mall with him carrying all of the stuff he got you was priceless. he didn’t care about the money, as long as he got to see your beautiful smile over and over again.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @imaseabear @tornqdowarnings @flowers-for-em @alwaysthefangirl @luvv-danielle

[pholla-jm]

Stealing Clothes

IMAGINE: STEALING CLOTHES ~ LAW X READER GENRE: FLUFF WARNINGS: NONE ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Day by day, Law has noticed something very strange. Every single time he has opened his closet, there seem to be clothes missing. At first, he brushed it off. Making the excuse of just maybe he misplaced it. 

However, as weeks passed by he noticed that his closet was looking a lot emptier than usual. Now he knows full well that he doesn’t wear all those clothes. 

He could only come up with one solution. 

You. 

You had once commented how comfy his clothes looked. He didn’t think much of it then, but now that he is putting together the pieces, it would make sense that you would take it. 

Now Law was on a mission. To get his clothes back. 

He knew that you would be in your room, so he headed straight to where you resided. Once he was faced with the metal door of the room, he knocked rather loudly on the door. 

However, you were used to his loud knocking. 

“What?!” You shouted from the other side of the door. 

You could basically hear his harsh stare from the other side of the door. But did you care? No. 

“(y/n). I’m missing some hoodies. Have you seen them?” 

There was long silence, and that was enough for Law to know the answer. 

“Uh. No I haven’t.” You finally answer and Law rolls his eyes. You were a terrible liar. 

“You’re wearing one right now, aren’t you.” 

“No.”  

“You’re lying,” Law says, holding his hand out and activating his powers, “room. Shambles.” 

The next thing Law saw was you sitting in your bed, reading a book. And wearing his hoodie. 

When his presence was made, your eyes widened making you look like a deer in headlights. Normally, Law would stop and stare at you. Thinking that you were just too cute. Especially since you were wearing shorts under the hoodie, so all he could see were your smooth legs. 

However, he needed to know if all his missing clothes were here. 

“Law,” you nervously say with a chuckle. 

His gaze was harsh on you, making you even more nervous. 

“So, yes. I lied. I have your hoodie. I just didn’t want to give it back. It just smells like you.” You say and Law just shakes his head. 

He doesn’t say anything else, and walks over to your closet. 

“Wait!” Your calls fall on his deaf ears. He swings open your closet door, eyes widening at the sight. It was a lot more than he expected. 

It was more than just hoodies. His shirts and some sleepwear. 

He turns to you, eyebrow twitching from annoyance. You nervously laugh again, hating that you were caught for taking most of his clothes. 

“Why are you taking my clothes when you have your own?” 

A sigh leaves your lips as you close your book. 

“It’s too embarrassing.” “I promise you it’s fine. Just tell me.” 

A subtle blush forms on your cheeks. “Well, you’re usually busy… so sometimes I miss you. But I don’t want to bother you. So I just take some of your clothes… and just pretend that you’re here.” 

Law’s gaze on you wavers. Heart skipping a beat at your words. He then felt bad. He hadn’t realized that he's been so busy that he's been neglecting you. With a sigh, he sits on the bed, pulling you close to him.  You were basically sitting on his lap, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other rubbing up and down your bare legs. The warmth of his hands beating the warmth of his stolen clothes.

“I’m sorry (y/n). But you don’t have to steal my clothes to feel better. You can just come to me next from now on.” He says and you nod. “That sounds good to me.” You lean forward to give him a small kiss. 

When you pull back, his eyes flutter back over to your closet. His eyes catch something peeking out from a pile of clothes. He recognizes that pattern anywhere.

“(y/n).” He looks back over to you with his eyebrows furrowed, “are those my boxers?” You laugh, “I swear, they’re actually really comfy.”

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not easy to please ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

alternatives to popular tropes

⇴ siblings's worst enemy

they're your sibling's enemy, so of course they're yours too. they're despicable and you seriously want them dead. luckily for you, the feeling's mutual.

⇴ struggling ceo and their know-it-all office worker

how did this mf become the ceo of one of the most progressive countries in the world?? they're clueless and you're the one that has to fix all their mistakes. you seriously don't get paid enough for this (unless they can come up with another way to pay you).

⇴ marriage of inconvenience

what happens in vegas stays in vegas. except when you've signed an official marriage contract, and everything is so much more complicated before. now this person is stuck with you until you can divorce! (or will you?)

⇴ forbidden hate

your parents absolutely adore the idea of the two of you together. they have wedding pinterest boards, future plans, and baby names for the two of you. only one thing: you two kinda hate each other, and hell would have to freeze over before you'd ever get with them.

⇴ no more second chances

sorry dude! f'ed up really bad the first time, and now you're not giving anymore chances, and your ex has to deal with the consequences. one problem: they can't deal with the consequences bc they're literally in love with you. hm. just what will this person do to get you back?

⇴ not so secret identity

everyone knows who they are. not even the old mask and hat trick could prevent people from identifying them. and it's fine–they absolutely bask in the fame. one problem though: they're a constant target to the entire world. perfect!

⇴ separated from each other

they never get any alone time. alone together in an elevator? too bad, a party of ten just showed up, pushing the two of you on the opposite side of the elevator. finally alone at home? nope! unfortunately, your friends make a surprise visit! oh how will you two ever get past this?

⇴ "you deserved it."

a normal person would've asked "who did this to you?" except your bond is not normal. not in the slightest. i mean seriously, what does this person want from you?

⇴ "i can't have you, so i'll let someone else take my place."

they know that they're not good enough for you, and that you deserve someone better than them. so, they choose to let you go, and hope that someone else can make your world light up like they used to

⇴ the one that is still here

everywhere you go, this person is there. whether it's physically, mentally, or spiritually, everything ties back to them. everything reminds you of them. you couldn't even escape if you tried.

⇴ playboy but he's actually a nerd that cannot get play

he's gorgeous–he's the most attractive man you think you've ever seen in your life. you think he's probably got it all–girls or boys coming up to him nonstop. only, that's not true in the slightest. somehow, he's managed to fumble every single time.

⇴ nobody wants the bad boy

he's troubled. there are rumors of him starting fights 24/7, and he lives in a bad area. he could really fuck someone up. nobody wants him.

⇴ "you must be delusional"

lovers that know that they're in love with each other, but when admitting it to their friends, they shut down their feelings.

⇴ loving someone to save them

none of that breaking up nonsense. love is power. their love and support causes you to be stronger than ever. knowing that there's love out there gives you a reason to keep on going. love saves you.

⇴ too smart to live

you've outdone yourself this time. bypassed every guard, rule, and law without anyone catching you. so, of course, there's only one solution here: to eliminate you.

⇴ different worlds (revised)

you grew up poor while they grew up rich. now, in the present, you are the more successful one, while they are struggling to get their life together. now, you must help the one who used to be in your current position, and fix things together.

⇴ one-sided blind date

rule one of having a blind date: you should not know who you're meeting. well, too late! you sneaked a peek at your friend's phone and found out who you'll be seeing soon. now, you're scrambling to get out of this date because you know exactly who it is.

[imnotaacat]

Badge

Steve Harrington x fem reader

Part 2

— Summary: You and Steve are married and work for the same company, but your employees don't know. One day you mix up your badges and have to return them before anyone notices.

— Warnings: Fluff, no use of Y/n. (I think that's all)

A/n: English is not my native language, sorry if something is written wrong, I hope everything can be understood. :)

Steve was already a renowned magnate in the advertising industry, though as a young man, he hadn’t wanted to become a businessman because he didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps. In the end, you convinced him, and the two of you started from scratch, without anyone’s help. You were an “excellent and professional publicist, though underappreciated by the world,” in Steve’s words. Of course, you didn’t argue with the “excellent and professional” part. Steve was a skilled accountant and entrepreneur.

Now that the company had taken off and begun expanding, they needed more employees. Steve now “only” traveled regularly to close deals with new clients and monitor the effectiveness of each project, while you handled approving and designing projects for clients.

Among the employees, you were somewhat of a “legend” since none of them had ever met the famous and beautiful wife of Mr. Harrington. Many of the female employees secretly hoped they’d get a chance to replace you, should you ever step down. However, this anonymity worked to your advantage.

As the company expanded, so did employee issues. Steve received countless complaints of employees accusing each other of various things. To manage this, Steve decided the best solution was to have a “spy” in the office, and who better than his sweet and caring wife?

You started this role two years ago, giving Steve firsthand accounts of what was truly happening. However, this caused more finger-pointing among employees after Steve left, as everyone speculated about the identity of the spy. No one suspected you, of course. How could the “nerdy girl” have possibly gotten close to Mr. Harrington? That’s how they saw you “the nerdy girl” because you followed orders, knew your job, ACTUALLY worked, and did it well. You and Steve even arrived at the office in separate cars or, sometimes, you’d take the bus. He rarely addressed you directly unless it was about a project, keeping suspicions at bay.

Your morning routine was simple: you woke up early to make breakfast while Steve jogged around the neighborhood with Moka, the dog you had rescued from the roadside a year ago. Once he returned, Steve showered, donned his elegantly pressed suit (courtesy of you the night before), and was ready for breakfast with you at exactly the right time.

That morning was no different. Over breakfast, you discussed plans for Christmas, traveling to Nevada to celebrate, a simple yet beloved tradition for you both. After breakfast, Steve washed the dishes, got ready, grabbed his car keys and badge, and left with a warm kiss.

“See you after work,” he joked as he left.

“See you later,” you replied with a smile.

You finished getting ready, grabbed your car keys and badge, and headed out.

Once at the office, you headed straight to the restroom to check your subtle makeup and hairstyle. Satisfied, you grabbed your badge from your bag, hung it around your neck, and smiled lovingly at Steve’s photo until you realized something.

“Oh no! This is bad, very bad,” you muttered, quickly tucking the badge under your jacket as you heard voices entering the restroom. Two women greeted you, and you responded as casually as possible before leaving. You needed to inform Steve, but going to his office without an appointment would be suspicious. No one could see the CEO without prior arrangements, even you. Desperately, you hoped Steve would realize the mistake before anyone else did.

Steve was in his office, sifting through emails and responding to letters from those who weren’t tech-savvy. After skipping lunch, he decided to do his usual “rounds,” checking in with employees about their tasks and progress while offering motivation.

Grabbing his badge, he tucked it under his jacket, laughing when he saw your picture on it. He set out for the employee lounge but was surprised to see an odd scene: Jackie, the blonde cafeteria attendant, was shouting at someone, you. Steve’s anger flared but subsided when he noticed you trying to suppress your laughter.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, startling Jackie, who immediately switched to a simpering tone.

“Oh, Mr. Harrington! It’s just that Ms.—”

“Spencer,” you interjected curtly, still stifling laughter.

“Yes, Spencer,” she sneered. “She’s violating the dress code.”

Steve glanced at you, barely holding back his own laughter.

“I don’t see how she’s violating the dress code. Her attire is formal, which is my only requirement. What’s the issue?”

“The badge! She’s wearing it inside her jacket instead of outside,” Jackie replied condescendingly.

“I don’t recall making that a rule. Mine’s under my jacket too.” Steve gestured to his badge. “Also, why are you monitoring employee attire? Are you in charge of enforcing the dress code, Ms. Johnson?”

Flustered, Jackie quickly apologized, “I work in the cafeteria. I’m sorry, Mr. Harrington.”

Steve nodded. “Ms. Spencer, please come to my office. I need to consult you on something.”

Suppressing a laugh, you nodded and followed him. Once inside with the door closed, the two of you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Why are you laughing?” Steve asked, grinning.

“I don’t know! But remind me never to leave my badge near yours,” you replied, still laughing.

“Why not? I need to shout to the world that you’re my gorgeous wife,” he teased, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“That would ruin my cover.”

Steve shrugged. “We already know Jackie causes most of the problems. I could just fire her.”

“I enjoy my job. Let me be a happy office worker before I become a boring COO.”

“You think I’m boring?” Steve feigned offense.

“I don’t like sitting around answering emails,” you replied. Steve silenced your protests with a kiss.

“Besides,” you added, playing with his tie, “I need to see Jackie’s face when she finds out the ‘nerdy girl’ is the CEO’s wife.”

Steve chuckled. “You’re awful.” He hugged you tightly.

“I should get back to work,” you said after a while.

“Stay with me,” he pleaded.

“Just two more hours, then it’s movie night,” you reminded him with a smile.

Reluctantly, Steve let you go, kissing your forehead before you left. At the door, you swapped badges, ensuring each of you had the correct one. Before you walked out, Steve pulled you in for one last kiss.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” you replied with a beaming smile, leaving the office with a spring in your step. Unbeknownst to you, Steve had the same lovestruck smile as he watched you leave.

I saw this in a kdrama and got this idea, hope you like it. I would also like you to give advice or recommendations. I hope it's not too long or boring. I would appreciate your comments. 💗

HAPPY NEW YEAAARR 💗✨

[temis-de-leon]

Day 17 - Jealous kiss

Characters: Solomon x gn!MC

25 kisses challenge Masterlist

Main Masterlist

CW: none, just fluff. Developing relationship.

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Getting used to only seeing the moon, especially an unfamiliar one, was something that took more of MC’s time than they would like to admit. The darkness, loosing track of time and the drop in temperature were one thing, but it was the lack of vitamin D what proved to be a significant problem. Their body weakened and their mood plummeted to the point where even Lucifer panicked.

Fortunately for all of them, the solution was as simple as adding certain foods to their diet, mainly fish, and of course the brothers bought enough to feed an entire army. In the end, however, MC grew sick of it and resorted to consuming vitamin D supplement pills.

Then they had the dilemma of finishing the whole stack of seafood that filled the entire kitchen, including the fridge, the freezer and the cabinets. Not even Beel could force himself to gulp it down and soon Satan had the genius idea of feeding it to the stray cats.

They would get rid of the awful smell that roamed the house and other cats would visit in hopes of getting more gourmet treats, because where else would they find salmon or trout? At first, obviously, Lucifer refused in fear of any animal creeping inside the house while no one was looking, but once Asmo begged for the damn dead fish to get out, no one dared to complain.

So that’s where they were, the Avatar of Wrath almost crying in happiness while cats climbed all over his body, his younger brother beside him taking selfies with the cutest kittens and MC in a more secluded space giving all of their attention to a particular cat. It had greyish blue eyes and striking long white fur, stained with dirt, but beautiful nonetheless.

A certain sorcerer with similar features stared at them while they cooed at the cat, kissing its nose, scratching its ears and massaging its little paws.

“If I didn’t know you any better”, MC said with uncharacteristic pompousness “I’d think you were jealous”

“Me? Jealous?”

Solomon’s expression was mischievous, but a glint in his eyes betrayed him. He was definitely jealous.

“You must be imagining things, my dear MC”

The term of endearment made their heart flutter, still vulnerable to his teasing even after weeks of endless flirting. Those who weren’t close to them already thought they were dating and after the kiss they’d shared a few days ago during RAD’s latest festival, they might as well be.

It had been a nervous gesture, too short for both of their likings, but MC hadn’t stopped thinking about it. The taste of soda on both of their lips, his hands on their waist, gently keeping them close.

The memory made them feel like a love-struck schoolgirl.

“From the way I see it, you’re simply being too selfish with your affections”

They turned to the side to look at him with an incredulous smile, hugging the cat close to their chest and rubbing its belly. Solomon’s eyebrow twitched at the sight.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Isn’t it clear?”

“Enlighten me”

Solomon opened his mouth to speak, but his words got stuck in his throat when MC shimmied their way to his body, resting impossibly close to him and letting the cat smell his RAD uniform. He smiled with genuine care and scratched its chin, once again unknowingly increasing MC’s heartbeat.

“Look at him, how handsome he is” murmured MC, their head oriented towards the cat, but their eyes directly looking at the blushing sorcerer “His white hair, his grey eyes… I could kiss him over and over and over again…”

And so they did, hoisting it until their heads were at the same height and enthusiastically pressing loud kisses on the fur. It smelled bad, but they did it anyways.

“Are you being mean on purpose?”

MC laughed at his childish complaint, trying not to make too much fun of his pout and his crossed arms. He only looked at them again when they finally let the cat go and threw themselves at him, making Solomon gasp in surprise.

“You’re funny”

The whisper clashed against his lips and became inaudible to everyone but them.

This kiss was even shorter than the one they shared at the festival, but it eased Solomon’s frown and it made his small smile reappear. He hugged their waist before they could get too far and deepened the kiss, not letting them go until a delighted screech reached their ears.

By the time they turned around, Asmodeus had already taken a picture.

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[fyotherat]

May i request headcanons of Ranpo, Dazai, Lucy and jouno with a s/o who hates being alone?

Like always afraid of being alone with their thoughts and uses other people to distract themselves from them and is afraid of them leaving and abandoning them? Could be angst or fluff or both i dont really mind!

-🥀

Abandonment Issues

Characters: Ranpo, Dazai and Jouno

Warnings: None I assume?

Note: Thank you for requesting! I wrote for Lucy but I'll share it together with Yosano and Higuchi on a second part!

Ranpo

It wasn't usual for you to be separated in the first place, you two were always clinging to each other like koalas.

Because of that, it took a while for him to catch a glimpse of how you felt and behaved when left alone.

He couldn't deny that he felt the same in some situations, you are what feels like home to him, and he never enjoyed leaving your side.

As much of a direct person he is, he wouldn't directly confront you about it, he knew you couldn't help it.. so he decided to do his part to make you feel as safe as possible even without him by your side.

Long cuddle sessions are a must before any mission, or any outing for that matter! He will subtly do his best to let you know he isn't going anywhere.

If he has to be gone for a while, he would make sure to leave some of your favorite candies around the house for you to find, I can even imagine him leaving sticky notes with random compliments and cute faces drawn on them!

"Da-daan! y/n found the hidden candy! 10 points from the world's greatest detective!(･v<)☆"

And if you need a distraction? He would be glad to leave some of Poe's newest mystery novels for you to solve, they're too easy for him anyway!

Dazai

He is similar, even if he doesn't show it to you, he always has that lingering anxiety about you leaving him behind.

He knew it was unlikely but.. what if you somehow learned about his past? Learned about the horrendous things he did without a second thought..? Or maybe you would just find someone better than him..

With those thoughts always in the back of his mind, he didn't have a problem catching onto yours either, he was sharp after all.

It would take a while for him to find a solution or something to distract you from those thoughts.. he didn't have the best ways of distraction, as his first resolute was turning to the bottle, and the fact that he sometimes disappeared for days didn't really help your case.

But he had to find a way to ease your mind and distract you from those thoughts and fears.

He started with small gestures, maybe draping his coat over your shoulders before leaving to visit a crime site would suggest to you that he will be back?

He already declares his undying love to you a hundred times a day, but that was just a part of his personality, playful and teasing.. so he decides to do something a bit more proper, at least before long missions.

Taking your hands in his, he would lean in with a promise, a promise he swore he'll never break.

"No matter what, I'll come back home to you."

Jouno

The hardest case is by far Jouno... He knows how attached you are to him, and something about it brings joy to this sadistic man. Saying words like this.. with that damned smile..

"My my, can't live without me y/n? Too bad I have to leave for work now."

His words of teasing weren't helping you at all, even a small joke about him 'maybe not coming back' from a mission made your stomach curl.

One day, after a long mission that took him away from you, he returned home just to pause at the doorstep, with his sharpened senses he could hear your silent tears.

But the question was.. why were you crying..? It couldn't be because you felt alone.. right..?

With a sigh, he opened the door, closing and locking it behind him.

That night, he finally caved in to listen to your growing fears and your displeasure about his teasing.

How could he keep hurting you for his own amusement when you clung onto him so tightly and sobbed silently in his arms..?

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hi! Is it okay to req Baal and Aym with a really wobbly reader? (Ex: they have to lean against stuff a good bit of time to make sure they don't tip over and trip :'))

Idk if I requested right- sorry if I didn't! It's my first time requesting in general^^

-Belph

Baal and Aym x wobbly!reader

OOOOUUUUGH I felt this-- yesterday (at the time of writing this) was particularly bad-- knocked into my desk and knocked over my bottle of liquid sulfur (plant stuff) and it got. Everywhere. Like slow drip and I didn't notice until way later (everything is fine though!!)

Notes: reader is gn, short post, unspecified reason for the unsteadiness, post game

CWs: none

AYM

Doesn't understand why you do that... are you okay? He thinks you got your ass beat often when he first met you :( his mind is oftentimes on fighting... can you blame him? He's got a lot of pent up energy!

Would and has grabbed you by the back of your clothes and tugged you to his side to be your support. Plus it gives him an excuse to hold you...! He's still a little awkward with affection- doesn't know what to do... definitely not scared to ask for it though

Eyes are laser focused on you everytime you stand up and so much as hesitate for a split second... and he's at your heel when you're around stairs. Doesn't matter if it's only a few steps. He's not taking the chance

BAAL

Unlike his brother he actually tries to find answers and a proper solution... though I am unsure how far along medical stuff is in COTL universe... but regardless he won't rest until there's something! Hell he'll even go to his masters brother for guidance! ...what do you mean he only dealt in plagues...? Surely he has an idea on what's going on-

More than happy taking up some of your work around the cult, if you're a member of the lambs flock. He often comes to visit to help take that load off your shoulders... or better yet he tries to convince the lamb to let you come back home with him for better care

If it's diet or hydration based he's going to be on your ass about eating properly and drinking enough. If it's caused by over exertion you won't be able to even get up to turn a light off without him beating you to it. If it's something else entirely? He's going to make sure your needs are accommodated

[hyperfixatedbastard]

Hi i hope you doing well. I have a resquest... more like a headcanon. What if Adam was a dad ? What his behaviour will be ? Does he be a good or a bad father ?

I understand if you don't do it. I don't want to force you for something you don't want to.

Dadam (Dad!Adam) Headcanons

we bringing out the daddy issues on this one boys

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I haven't done a headcanon type of post yet, but they're easier to write than regular one shots and I'm too tired for that shit. The request didn't specify what kind of Reader (spouse or child), so I just went with general headcanons that don't specify the Reader at all. Insert yourself as you wish!

Also, thank you all for your patience! It's been very busy for me lately and I've been too exhausted to write much, so expect a lot more of these kinds of posts (the formatting is easier and I don't have to write a bunch of dialogue lol).

Dividers

As the father of humanity, Adam had...a lot of kids. The guy lived for 800+ years just populating the earth. That's a LOT of kids. We all know how the first two turned out. That is, not fuckin' well. To be honest, I don't think Adam valued his children. It was just kinda... a thing he had to do. (When Abel died and Cain got exiled, he fr just went and had another kid to replace them.) But I am in deep, deep denial and this is for my enjoyment as someone with severe daddy issues. So fuck all that.

At first, Adam is 100% the guy that freaks the fuck out when he finds out he knocked someone up. That man is SWEATING. He's actually pretty chill if it's someone he's in an established long-term relationship with, though. He still freaks the fuck out, but to a significantly lesser degree and with a much smaller chance of up and leaving. Once he's over the initial shock, he's shocked to find that he's kind of excited. Back when he was alive, having kids was just normal because it was such a common occurrence.

This man knows every little detail about pregnancy and infants. With the amount of kids he's had? He has seen it ALL. Sure, all his information is thousands of years old, but knowledge learned through experience is super valuable when it comes to this shit! He doesn't know what the fuck a uterus is, but he knows exactly how to make his partner the most comfortable, how to deal with cravings, etc. If his partner has a problem, he's got a solution. It might be a fuckin' weird one, but it works! He'll probably grumble and complain, but he doesn't actually mean it. Bitching is just his thing, y'know? But... pregnancy hormones + Adam's douchebag-ness = feelings getting hurt. If his partner starts crying because of some shit joke or complaint he made? He's scrambling so fast. "Shit, babe, fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, fuckfuckfuck, don't cry—"

Once the baby is born, he definitely surprises literally everyone but his partner by actually doing helpful shit. Changing diapers? Easy fuckin' peasy (he does watch a tutorial online because he doesn't know how tf modern diapers work but he's a fast learner) Feeding? No problemo. Getting up in the middle of the night to do both of those things? His sleep schedule's already fucked, this shit ain't new.

When it comes to parenting and raising the kid, though... that's definitely where Adam struggles. He'd struggle with bonding. A lot. Adam mostly talks about things that you really shouldn't say around children, much less bond over. I think he'd be better at just letting the kid ramble while he's just sitting there, fully engrossed in whatever bullshit his child is saying. He's not just passively listening with little 'uh-huh's and nods, this man is active in the discussion. Have you ever heard a small child speak? They say the most random shit ever, and Adam would love it. It's peak entertainment to him. Even if it's just incoherent babbling, he'll have full-on conversations with this baby.

He'd definitely have some shared interests as the kid gets older. I think Adam's favorite shows/movies are a mix of action movies and shit like Power Rangers. He's not ashamed of it either—'fuck you, the Power Rangers are fuckin' cool.' This also goes for video games. I know that man is a toxic COD gamer boy and you can't prove me wrong. Basically, the only thing that keeps him from becoming one of those husbands that locks himself away in a man cave to play video games is the fact that he can game with his kid.

And once they get into school, he just gets really invested in the drama. Elementary school drama is such bullshit, and it'd be the best reality TV he's ever seen. "Oh, don't tell me—it's that bitch Cindy. The fuck did that little shit do this time?" He'd be gasping like it's a damn soap opera. 'Oh no she didn't!' kinda vibe.

He'd talk so much shit around his kid about the parents of their classmates, the teachers, anyone. Then the kid would repeat it and Adam would get sat down in the office with his kid like: "Your child said, and I quote, 'My dad says your mom's a bitch.'" "What? She fuckin' is." And yeah, he's not wrong - some of those parents are fucking nightmares.

If his kid got in trouble for fighting, his reaction would depend on the situation. If it was unprovoked and/or a part of bullying, he'd originally laugh it off but would be freaking the fuck out internally. He's probably a little traumatized by what happened with Cain and Abel. But if the fighting was an act of defense (whether of themselves or someone else) he would be the proudest dad ever. Fist-bumps his kid in the office in full view of the principal.

You cannot trust this man to give his kid the sex talk. It just will not go well. Like, if his kid needs advice when they're older (basically anything beyond 'where do babies come from') then he's your guy, but it's still gonna be awkward and uncomfortable. He'd probably have Lute handle most of those issues just so he doesn't have to know about his kid's sex life but can still trust that they have a responsible(?) adult if they have questions.

In terms of where Adam is lacking as a parent, there's a few areas in particular to focus on.

Emotional availability? Not his strong suit. At all. He can't deal with his own feelings, let alone his kid's. Most of the emotional support will be coming from his partner. That doesn't mean he doesn't try. But he can't show it with words all that well. He'll show emotional support in other ways—quality time, gifts, and acts of service for the most part. Like going out for ice cream, watching a movie, etc.

He's not good with discipline. To him, everything's no big deal. If his kid hasn't killed their sibling, that's good enough for him! Generally, his partner will choose when/how to discipline (with Adam's input ofc), but Adam's job is to just enforce it/not overrule it. He's 100% the type to be sneaky about it tho. If his kid is grounded, he'll go out with them to give them a break from being stuck in the house, y'know, stuff like that. Because of this, his kid forms a closer, different kind of bond than with Adam's partner. It's more friendly, I guess is the word? Like, his kid won't go to him for actual helpful advice, but if they fuck up somehow or are in a bad situation that they kinda got themselves into (drinking, car accident, etc.), then Adam is the parent they call.

I think Adam's peak parenting era would be when his kid is a late teen/young adult. 'Cause then he can actually be himself, for the most part. His personality is not very kid-friendly, so once his kid isn't really much of a kid anymore—he is so fucking excited. His relationship with his kid would be a lot more unconventional as they grow older. Like, he's really close with his kid once they're an adult. (totally not basing this off my relationship with my mom) His advice would be shit, but he'd give it if his kid needed it!

Definitely the type to text his kid more often than most parents. Mostly because he texts more like them and has the same sense of humor. Lots of shitty memes.

Also!! I think Adam would definitely make time for his partner. Date nights are a must. His kid better get comfortable with sleepovers at friends' houses or getting babysat by Emily 'cause he ain't letting parenthood fuck up his sex life.

I think that's all I got. Not sure how to end this so uh... shoutout to all you bitches with daddy issues lmao

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[davidtennantgenderenvy]

A Letter From An Ex-Conservative To Her Parents On November 6th, 2024

Mom and Dad,

     When Trump got shot this summer, I remember you saying that this was all because the Left wouldn’t stop calling him Hitler. How we needed to “turn down the temperature” and stop “inciting violence.” I don’t think you understand that when people compare Trump to Hitler, it is not, in fact, just because they do not like him, but because he uses Hitlerian rhetoric on a regular basis. Obsessing over an imagined past version of a country that never truly existed. Saying that (insert frequently dehumanized other) is “poisoning the blood of the nation.” Before Hitler began the Final Solution against Jews, what did he say he planned to do? Deport them, until he realized it was too costly. I don’t think you understand that Hitler did not start putting people in death camps the second he came to power. Trump is currently in about the same position Hitler was in in the 1930s. Is it going to take him putting undocumented people in gas chambers for you to believe me? 

     You might think that I’ve only come to my current conclusions about Trump because of the lies of “the mainstream media”, which, as I’ve said numerous times, I don’t even watch. But it’s actually been largely due to the things Trump himself has said. I understand that you don’t like Biden calling Trump’s voters “garbage”, but the language Trump uses to describe his political opponents is at least as disturbing. He’s disparaged fallen soldiers as “suckers and losers.” He’s proudly boasted about being the president who got Roe V Wade appealed, regardless of the estimated thousands of women who are dying because the medical treatments they need fall too close to the legal definition of abortion. A massive portion of his campaign advertisements are explicitly anti-trans. He thinks Palestinians should be moved off their land because it would make “great beachfront property.” He regularly speaks positively of and rubs elbows with the most disturbing members of the alt-right, such as Laura Loomer and Nick Fuentes. He’s a bully. (you voted for a bully. Remember when I was bullied?) And if Kamala’s plans are incoherent, which admittedly some of them are, Trump’s are even more so. He doesn't have a plan. America is just another failed business to him. 

     I don’t think you’re bad people. But I do think your party is bad. This is far more than just one guy. My journey has been less one of changing any of my beliefs than realizing that the Republican Party never represented those beliefs to begin with. It is the party of the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer, of stripping the oppressed of their means to succeed and then asking them to “pull themselves up by the bootstraps.” Your precious Reagan was a racist. There’s recorded evidence. His policies were racist. He enabled denial and misinformation about AIDS until it was too little too late and millions had died. And you proudly display his book on your shelf, right next to Rush Limbaugh and Pat fucking Buchanan. Your son is a gay man. How could you. 

     Being a conservative, whether you think so or not, is inherently about preserving the status quo, about making sure things stay the way they are, that the people who are down stay down, and crushing anyone who tries to make things better. I didn’t vote Democrat because I am one. I voted Democrat because it would be easier under one such administration to push this country in the direction of equity and liberty. Project 2025 was intended for the next conservative administration. Trump may deny involvement, but the foreword of one of the sections was written by none other than his own vice president. And with the House, Senate and Supreme Court all red now, it’s going to be easier than ever for him to pass any portions of it he likes. 

     I’m writing you this letter so that you know that if a nationwide abortion ban gets put in place, if schools and parents who support their children’s gender affirming care (which does NOT mean surgery) start getting investigated (which some already are), if Israel continues bombing Gaza until there’s nothing left, if billionaires continue to take up larger and larger percentages of the nation’s wealth, if immigrants who’ve lived and worked in this country for years start getting deported in droves because they couldn’t get the right paperwork, that it’s on you and people like you, even as you continue deny the very real damage done in Trump’s first presidency, the awful, awful people who felt empowered because of him. I tried for a while this summer to see if I could change your minds, but all it did was screw up my mental health and make me realize something truly painful: that you aren’t the people I thought you were. Not when your reaction to police shooting students the same age as your own daughter with rubber bullets because they don’t want their university to be complicit in a genocide is “well, what are they supposed to do? They’re the police.” Not when a man can say immigrants are poisoning the blood of the nation and you still vote for him. 

     It breaks my heart that you and so many people I love have been so deeply conditioned to vote against their own best interests, to think that a government that actually helps its people without actively harming others is a childish, fanciful expectation. I think I truly believed to the depths of my soul until last night that this wouldn’t happen. That we were better than this. That we wouldn’t reelect someone who objectively ran a terrible campaign, who conducts himself with boorishness and indignity, who genuinely, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart, represents everything that made me scream "Fuck America" out Laura’s car window this summer. But why should I be surprised America likes fascists? My own parents certainly seem to.

     But I hope you’re happy with your lower grocery prices, I guess. Which we probably won’t be getting anyway, because that’s not actually what Trump’s policies are going to do. 

     You sold out my friends, and entire marginalized communities, for cheaper groceries. I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive you for that.

Lauren

[oshygoshy]

11:38 am

word count - 909 words

warnings - none

a/n - the horrors of the academic semester are starting again, so here, have something before i start getting busy again. recently, i've been on a huge miya atsumu kick....is it bad for me to say i'm lowkey kinda happy with this one....

"look at that strawberry mochi! doesn't it look good?" you say, pointing to a street vendor off in the distance. you saw numerous people hovering around the little pink sweet treats, wallets in their hands as they eagerly awaited their mochi. feeling drawn in by the sweet promise of chewy textures and delicate fillings, you considered pulling your wallet out as well

next to you, your friend, miya atsumu, hummed agreeably. "ya should get some."

you squinted to see the price written in bold black lettering, but ultimately, sighed reluctantly. "no, i shouldn't. if i got everything that interested me, i'd be at a major financial deficit now. i can't keep spending my money," you say. growing up frugal might have been frustrating as a child, but at least now you know better than to spend money on wants instead of needs. 

he wordlessly got out his wallet. "do ya want strawberry or red bean?"

you snap your head to him. "wait-"

"-oooh, they also have matcha! that sounds good, don'tcha think?" he spoke, easily able to see over everybody else's shoulders. 

"YOU can get yourself a matcha. i'm good," you say, trying to convince him, but to no avail. you tug on his bicep a bit, but he doesn't budge. (you were totally not trying to feel his arm a little bit. totally not. continuing to tug against him didn't seem to work as he asked for strawberry mochi from the lady running the stand, making sure to ignore your wallet and handing her some money from his own pocket. you almost consider kicking him in the shin at this point, but figure an assault charge against a semi-public figure is probably not a good look against you. you sigh again, resigned, as you graciously accept your mochi in defeat. 

mochi lady laughed at your demeanor. "you should be happy your handsome boyfriend is paying for you, dear!" she said, grinning toothily. "what i would do for a young man to pay for me like that!" she said, winking at atsumu. to your (horror? or amusement?) he winks right back. 

"ah, ya know. always so hard to please," he said, gesturing dramatically and wrapping an arm around your waist. you shoot him a wide-eyed look, a bit slack-jawed as he tightens his arm around you. (you are definitely not feeling his muscles around your body.)

"t...thank you," you say dumbly to her? him? both? both. "and you don't have to pay me, seriously. it's not like we're actually da-"

"thanks again!" he calls over his shoulder as he steers you two away from the vendor. he explicitly ignores your wallet again. 

"there's so much wrong with what just happened," you say once you head off. 

he didn't say anything, just hummed low in his throat. he didn't move his arm. 

he's still touching you. casually. 

"first, you didn't accept my money-"

"ya said ya didn't want to spend money, not that ya didn't want a snack," he said nonchalantly. "so here's a solution. problem solved."

your eye twitched. "second, you didn't even buy any for yourself-"

"i'm a professional athlete. i can't afford to waste calories on something with minimal protein," he said, shrugging. 

his arm! is still!! on your body!!!

"ok, yes, you're a professional athlete! your body will look great with or without a mochi," you say, trying to assure him. hopefully, he doesn't think that he can't have a treat because he'll gain weight...he looks great-not that you've been thinking that or anything-

"ya think my body looks great?" his voice cuts through your inner monologue. 

any and all kind words immediately evaporated from your body with the massive flush that engulfed you. you didn't even have to look up to see his expression to envision the little smart-ass smirk resting on his face. the tone of his voice alone showcased it. 

your eye twitches again, and finally, finally, you gather the strength to gently peel his arm off your waist. 

"and worst of all," you power through your speech, pointedly ignoring his last comment. "you didn't correct that poor lady on our relationship-or rather, lack thereof!" you say indignantly, a frown on your lips. 

"didn't feel like breaking a poor old lady's heart," he chuckled. "i'm a lover, not a heartbreaker."

you wrinkled your nose immediately. "that sounds like an excuse. maybe you just wanted to be my boyfriend," you say haughtily, nose turned upward. except to your horror, there was a distinct lack of haughtiness in your voice. instead, a thread of yearning and want was there. what the hell??

he didn't say anything, and you were so glad he finally learned how to shut up for a second. you stuff a mochi in your mouth before you say something else stupid. 

"you didn't have to," you say once you've finished chewing. "i can take care of myself."

"i know," he responds quickly. "i jus' wanted to treat ya for once. i know ya can do it yerself. but i wanted to," he said softly. 

he sounded so soft.

you didn't dare look back at him-half because seeing what expression he wore right now would be like taking an arrow straight to your heart. and half because-

(you ate another mochi to shut yourself up again)

-you didn't want him to see the starstruck, lovey-dovey expression on your face either. 

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Tickletober Day 24: Joke

Fandom: Spies in Disguise (post movie)

Pairing: Walter and Lance (platonic)

Summary: Walter won't stop telling bad Science jokes.

(Honestly would not have pictured Tom Holland and Will Smith working so well together, but they did ❤️ :) Their characters blended together amazingly and made for a funny movie that probably highly rips off the Men in Black franchise ❤️😅 Highly recommend if you haven't seen yet ❤️ :))

Walter lifted his binoculars to study the nearby building while he reported, "Building's still deserted. Waiting on definite movement before moving in."

"Ugh." Lance slumped in the driver's seat. "Stake outs are always the most boring part of the job."

"Don't they have to be boring before you get any action? The 'calm before the storm' Director Joy was talking about?"

"It's a way too long calm." Lance fed Lovey a few crumbs. "Only reason we're sticking it out is because our intel was extremely trustworthy."

"Then we should have some storm very soon." Walter turned away from the window and made big movements with his hands. "Very, very soon."

Lance smiled as he fed Lovey a few more crumbs. "So, I saw you and the new girl in the lab were really chatting it up earlier."

Walter avoided making eye contact with the older agent. "Oh you saw that?"

"We all saw it Walt."

"I-it's nothing! Honestly! Nia is just a good friend."

"Uh-huh."

"She is! Just like Marcy is good friends with you."

Lance stiffened and blushed.

"Ha!" Walter pointed at Lance's face. "I knew it!"

The older agent pushed his hand away. "Since Miss Nia is such a 'good friend', what did she study in school?"

"Chemistry."

"A chemist. Nice."

"Yeah." Walter turned to his friend. "And you know what they say about chemists?"

"What?"

"They're always working with solutions," the younger agent responded as he finger gunned toward his friend.

Lance face palmed a moment later when he got the joke.

"I'm sorryhy, Ihim sorry," Walter giggled. "Couldn't resihist. But that wasn't as bad ahas whehen she compared me and her to a thermostat and a graduated cylinder."

"Why was she comparing you to---?"

"Becuase I may have graduated, but she has more degrees."

While Walter laughed at his own joke, Lance gave him a deadpan look. "Really?"

"Hey, you got the last two! That's two more than when we first met."

Lance swiped the binoculars. "Just keep those jokes to a minimum."

"Oh come on, everyone loves a good Science pun." Walter nudged his friend's side. "Even grumpy secret agents like yourself."

"I don't like them." The older agent ruffled his friend's hair. "Only nerds like you like them."

Walter ducked out of the hair ruffle. "You just haven't heard any good ones yet. Oo! Like what do life coaches and protons have in common?"

"Walter."

"They both know how to stay positive."

Lance rolled his eyes.

"That one was weak. A better one would be---."

"None. That would be a better one."

"No, it's what is a pirate's favorite element?"

Lance pinched the bridge of his nose.

Meanwhile, Walter held up one finger like a hook while he squeezed one eye shut. "Arrrrrgon."

"Walter, stop telling Science jokes, or you're going to get it."

"Get what?"

"I haven't decided yet, but when I think of it, you're not going to like it."

"Weeeeell, why you decide . . . What did the proton say to the electron to start a fight? I'm sick of your negativity."

Lance set down the binoculars on the dashboard.

"Why were oxygen, hydrogen, and carbon wearing suits and ties? Cause they were a formyl group."

He then took a deep breath.

"If the Silver Surfer and Iron Man teamed up, what would that make them? Alloys."

Lance then turned to glare at his younger friend.

"Why couldn't the geologists think of the joke?" Walter stuck out his tongue. "It was on the tip or her tungsten."

"You just love to irritate me, don't you?"

"Irritate you? I'm making this stake out more enjoyable with Science puns."

"Enjoyable is a stretch."

"Why can you never---?"

"That's it." Lance reached over to dig into his friend's side.

Walter squealed and instantly pulled himself to the side closest to the door. "Lance!"

"It's either this or I eject you out of the car," the older agent explained as he kept tickling the younger agent's side.

Walter squirmed under Lance's hand. "Hohow abohout neitheher!"

Lance jumped to Walter's other side to tickle there. "Then how will you know not to tell anymore corny Science puns, huh?"

"Buhut thehere funnyhy!"

"To you, not to me."

Walter pushed the older agent's hand up above his head. "Come ohon Lahance, yohou're telling mehe yohou don't like a litthele Sulfur, Argon, Calcium, and Samarium?"

"A little what now?"

"Sulfur, Argon, Calcium, Samarium, ohor SArC---."

Lance interrupted Walter's spelling by using his other free hand to attack his stomach. "Hey, what did I just say?"

The younger agent instantly curled up into a ball in the passenger seat. "Cohome ohon Lahance, wehe're ohon ahan ihimportahant missihion!"

Lance managed to get both hands spidering along Walter's sides. "Yeah, but we're still in the calm before the storm."

The younger agent tried to push Lance's hands back up into the air, but each time he got one up, the second one would attack another spot. He couldn't get them both away and defend himself at the same time.

He thought he had them both up at one point before Lance twisted his wrists and got himself free. One hand gripped both of Walter's wrists while the other attacked his armpits.

The younger agent cackled as he tried to curl away but promptly ran into the door. "AH! LAHANCE!"

"Do you promise to stop making Science jokes?"

"YES!"

Lance paused. "Pinky promise?"

Walter nodded. "Yehes! Both ohof thehem!"

"Glad we could come to an agreement."

"Agent Sterling," Marcy's voice appeared. "Come in Agent Sterling."

Lance let Walter go to check his comm. "Sterling here."

"Our motion detector is picking up movement in the building. Do you see anyone?"

The older agent grabbed the binoculars and took a peek. He could just make out the shadow of a man creeping around inside. "I see him."

"Approach slowly and cautiously. We don't know what he's armed with."

"We'll let you know what we find. Sterling out." Lance turned to Walter. "Ready?"

The younger agent nodded as the last couple giggles slipped out. "Readyhy."

"Alright." Lance stepped out of the car. "Stay close and stay hidden. Let's aim for no injuries this time."

Walter followed the older agent. "Hey, last time was you."

"Cause I was saving your butt." Lance ruffled his hair. "Now, come on."

Both agents kept to the shadows as they headed toward the building.

[hannamoon143]

Silver springs- Fleetwood Mac

Bang Chan with "Silver springs" from Fleetwood Mac for the fall series

Genre: Angst, Hurt/no comfort?

Warnings: metion of crying, none rlly ig

Word count: 1k

Fall series masterlist

a/n: hii, this is based on this req from @asherthehimbo. I didn't know the song before and actually idk if it turned out good or not,help. Well get ur blanket and hot cocoa and have a cozy fall <33

Was it worth everything? To you, oh yes, it was. But chan? No, it wasn’t.

Chan, the man that always worked, always giving his attention to his laptop. You always kind of understood him. You knew how much his job meant to him, because it was the same for your own. And of course you were understanding when he couldn’t come home early somedays, or when he wouldn’t talk to you when he had to finish something. But when this „somedays“ got „always“ you weren’t so understanding anymore.

You weren’t able to count the times you tried to make him see clear. You tried to tell him that of course he could work and do everything he needed to, but maybe at least a bit attention would be nice. At least one time in what, two months? And you knew he understood what you meant. After one night where he came home late and you told him that everything, he was promising to do better, that he would only need to work so much till the comeback, and then he would be fully yours.

The worst thing was, he knew that it was a lie from that moment on. As you were a singer yourself, you probably knew that this was a lie, but you didn’t want to believe it.

It wasn’t that chan was trying to hurt you on purpose. Actually it was the opposite. He didn’t know what to tell you, that wouldn’t make you leaving. So telling a lie that made everything a bit more justified, seemed to be a good solution for the moment. And you wanted to believe him. You stayed quiet when he worked through the nights, sometimes not even coming home, but when he was home, ignoring you entirely.

And then? Well then the comeback was there. All the said work was done, and you were hopefull now everything would go back to… well what you could call normal. But you thought wrong. After that he made up more excuses. Sometimes the boys needed him, sometimes he would have meetings, sometimes he just needed to finish that one track.

And slowly you were growing more and more tired of it. You knew chan was not a bad guy. That was the only reason you didn’t already leave. He was kind, and the people and things he loved mattered more than anything to him. And maybe exactly that was the problem. You never judged him because of that, but from time to time you had to realize that his work more important to him than you. You had wished to at least be just the same important to him as them.

So one night, where you had decided to take things in your own hands with telling him how you felt at a date, he agreed to come and talkt hings out. But what a wonder, he forgot it.

That night you cried yourself to sleep. All the expressed words and feelings in you were simply to overwhelming. But as you did that, you decided that it was the last time, you were doing this because of him. This last night you would be hurting because of him. But tomorrow? That was a new day.

You left. You didn’t say much to him, since he wasn’t really listening to you anyways. But you weren’t a person to break up with someone over text so you just grabbed all your stuff, your key to your shared apartment, and drove to his studio. You went in, laid the key at the table and said you were leaving. The ironical thing was chan didn‘t even look up. He mumbled something of you having to calm down a bit then you two could talk. He was thinking you were just mad at him for working late again and being dramatic. But oh, the fool should have listened to you for once.

Because you, you kept your promise. You didn’t cry again because of him. You were concentrating on your work. You were hearing from stray kids‘ succes since you were in the same branche but that was it already.

And slowly, but firm, you worked your way up. You became more famous, you newest album hitting the charts. You gained lots of fans, succes and more than you could have dreamed off. So basically your name was everywhere now.

But chan, wished it wasn’t. When he finally began to realize that you had left he tried to gain you back for a while but gave up. He tried to tell himself it was alright, when for him it wasn’t. He knew it was his own fault, with the constant lies and excuses, but he wished it ended different. He listened to the records you once made together for fun, every night. And then suddenly you dropped another album, and you gained so much more attention. Chan couldn’t stand it. Your face was haunting him everywhere, on the streets, on social media, and in his dreams. If he would have made time for you, would things have ended different?

Surely he tried to reach out a few times. You weren’t cruel, you always politely declined, or just cut his actions. Because you’d lie if you’d say you didn’t love him. You weren’t sorry for the time spent with him, because at the beginning it made you truly happpy and feel loved. But it just wasn’t right. Maybe things could have been right if both of you tried to change, but you were stubborn. And could you really have changed that much?

Now as time flew by, things were healing for you. You worked to get back the confidence and trust in yourself you lost with chans lies and excuses. You were thinking it was the right decision that you left chan, since you were being more focused on other things, and also having more succes in things you truly loved.

And chan? Well he would move on, after a long time probably. But still, he would never entirely get away from the sound of the woman that loved him.

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