#gonna vent/rant a little sorry

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[starryjkoo]

ARMYs are really just burnt out and I don’t think the rapid fire pace of releases has helped anything. It’s amazing as a fan to get all this music, but the expectation to chart everything I think is unrealistic and kind of overwhelming. People just don’t have that kind of time, energy, or money to go all out for every comeback when they happen every other month, sometimes several in a single month. It especially doesn’t help if ARMYs aren’t feeling the song, and I don’t think they’ve felt quite a bit of CH2 music.

I have longer thoughts on all this, but I just have so much annoyance towards some chart ARMYs and their unrealistic expectations and their refusal to acknowledge that the current organized fandom streaming power isn’t what they think it is. Another big wave of HL victimization (but sometimes TH is also included??) from ARMYs and it just opened the doors for so much resentment and hatred to be thrown towards jkk but especially Jimin. It was really disturbing to go and block these people & find I had 5-10+ moots following each time. It’s really out of control.

I’m just tired of this RL discourse while they ignore the twenty elephants in the room that explain why the streams are where they are (and no it’s not because “ARMYS hate RL”.). Instead they just throw these tantrums that further divide an already deteriorating and toxic fandom. I don’t know what it will take for them to understand that a fandom that doubled with Dynamite is going to prefer pop music, and that the majority of ARMYs are in fact not zombie streamers but fans who casually listen to the music that appeals to them. Not to mention the fact that a lot of ARMYs aren’t even active right now, so many of them have been dropping off and waiting for BTS to return as a group.

It really just keeps getting worse and worse in ARMY spaces. I’m pretty sure active ARMYs are about 90% diet solos at this point. It’s extremely messed up what a lot of them can get away with saying and not get canceled or called out for. It’s also just this hyper-fixation on drama, shooter accounts, NewJean’s, MHJ, raging against whatever fandom approved villain of the month, trending pointless hashtags for random reasons, and then being shady and resentful because of these arbitrary goals they set that are often influenced by using Jimin as a goalpost.

[thegempage]

i don't feel like looking for it rn bcus of the mood i find myself in but i need to like. tattoo that post about wishing your mind would be kinder to you and then remembering that you have to do that on my fucking eyelids.

[rubiesintherough]

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[max-fewtrell]

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[human-souls-buy-dopamine]

Hey so we're a liiiitle bit pissy rn, nothing much but I wanna rant anyways about some double standards here.. please don't reblog/reply if you're gonna be negative— We're open to well-meaning debate, but if it becomes rude/demeaning we aren't hesitating to block. If you don't like us, I encourage you to do the same /gen

TW for syscourse and the endogenic debate under the cut

OKAY SO as far as we know we're traumagenic but may have alters formed out of loneliness(?), so take that how you will

Tbh, I don't?? See the point in bashing endogenic systems???

The way we think of it is that since plurality is so barely understood—to the point that some "professionals" claim that it isn't real, or things to that effect—then why on Earth should we say that endogenic systems CANNOT exist?

What's gonna happen if, say, a few decades in the future, intense clinical research and better references confirm that you can be a system without certain traumas? (I.e. being extremely lonely as a child, maladaptive daydreaming when your identity is still forming, etc) Are anti-endos just gonna take back all the rude, demeaning things they said about endogenic systems and just.. move on?

Also worth noting is that, in many cases of plurality (commonly DID), your trauma is hidden by amnesia barriers. It's a possibility that many endogenic systems actually don't remember trauma!

For a community so focused on providing support and being validating to each other, it just seems hypocritical to say that your support ends at This Specific Line. Even in the case that you're a psychologist, have a psychology degree, etc— guess what? You are ONE system/singlet. ONE collection of experiences, especially in a situation like this, is not NEARLY enough to make a definitive statement!

We tell singlets all the time to stop assuming based on what they think. We tell them that their knowledge may be outdated/inaccurate! And yet, the minute there's something we don't understand, we just say that they're fake or ignorant. Isn't that just.. stupid?

Nobody said that endogenic systems existing was "taking" anything from traumagenic systems. The meer fact that a system exists without some kind of intense trauma does NOT threaten your validity. It's not "making fun" of trauma survivors to just.. exist differently.

Want a hard pill to swallow? For those systems, seeing these constant reminders that they are not welcome, that they should feel bad for trying to figure themselves out, and that people hate them without even knowing them? Saying that they aren't valid because of a "standard" set for being a system?

That's traumatizing. So, I suppose, congratulations in the most sarcastic way possible— You were mad that they didn't have trauma, and now you've given it to them. Does that make you feel better?

TL;DR — There's not enough research into DID, OSDD, and plurality in general to say that one type of system exists and another doesn't, especially when there's still people who deny that plurality is real/everything that it is. When we consistently bash these people and exclude them, calling them bad people for trying to figure themselves out, we just give them the trauma that we hated them for not having.

[ratcoonht]

[mmmilkweed]

There's no winning with these people. I'm sorry you're going through this. You're getting dogpiled and don't have the brain capacity to write a full apology yourself, so you get a friend to help so you can address it quicker. People take this as insincerity. But if you'd taken enough time to gather yourself you'd be accused of trying to brush it off.

This is what I mean when I say they will never be satisfied. First it's a nothing burger white lily comic. Then it's the discord. You take steps to fix it. But people don't think you've groveled enough or in the right way, so now it's a nothing burger au about having an unrequited crush on your teacher. You apologize. You didn't grovel hard enough. Now they accuse your first two apologies of being fake. You write one yourself. You didn't grovel hard enough.

Humans are social, and rejection hits harder than acceptance. We're not really meant to be able to process this level of interaction. And getting brigaded by what feels like the entire fandom (it isn't. I know it feels like it is, but these are VERY online people) is gonna send your animal brain into panic mode. This will pass. Both the accusations and the feeling.

You'll get through this.

the first one WAS written by me, and then made to look 'professional' by my friends. The second, I kept stressing how I'm afraid of my words coming apart, like they have many times before, I'm sorry im using your kind message to talk about this, but i think i'll break again if i don't tell at least someone.

i was scared and i felt alone

i just woke up

is it so wrong that i took the help form a native english speaker?

I saw it only as a template, a structure to keep my wandering words at bay.

had i not taken the template and made it my own? I can't explain enough how i could not trust myself to find the words i needed, or the thoughts to express myself. The agony from a day before bleeding directly into the morning. Funny thing about that - today i woke up weeping, dreaming my apology hurt even more people. I'm already dreading going to bed tonight, knowing i'll wake up in the same state tomorrow. And here, have the notes of the first apology. The thoughts, the feelings are ALL MINE! I simply no longer trust myself to type them. Paranoia has me in its clutches, I'm looking over every word i type, even now, trying to see if there's a second meaning behind it.

Oh Anon, I'm sorry I'm using you as an excuse to vent about this, I really am.

I thought a lot, and i mean a lot about your message. I've cried several times about it now. ''and rejection hits harder than acceptance.''

Even though my discord was flooded with kindness, with messages that truly did help a little.. I still feel so utterly alone. I can't even look at my wife without feeling guilty. I can't look at my contemporaries without feeling like a wolf in sheeps clothing, even when so many of them told me they see i had no ill intentions. I went to church today - I could not stand before God, I stayed in my pew holding back tears. I begged for his forgiveness too, even when I know he knows my intentions were never to hurt anyone, even when I know he stood beside me through all of this. I feel like one of his lambs, left behind by the herd. No, not left behind. I am willingly staying behind because I'm afraid of hurting people again. There's only a small resemblance of peace within me, knowing He'll stay behind with me. I'm sorry, I know listening to religious people can be a trigger to some

i hope you can forgive the rant. I thought I could do well isolated, but i still find myself panicked and.. alone.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for getting someone fired? (this is gonna sound like a rant and i’m sorry in advance)

I. Fucking. Hate. My. Boss. he thinks he’s so fucking smart, like i hate to break it to you pal but you’re just human like the rest of us.. you can be dumb sometimes (dumb often, in fact!!) not even mentioning how disrespectful he is to those lower down the ladder. really out here thinking he knows our jobs better than we do like ?? hello ??????

anyway, so i was venting to one of my friends who also works there (outside of work hours, obviously), and we decided to kind of go to HR about it because he is making the work environment so awful (i would leave just cause of him but the pay is worth it).

HR says they’ve already had complaints about him but everyone’s afraid to do something on their own, so we start making a sort of paper trail and talking to managers about him, etc.

managers surprisingly agree to have a meeting about him, so we all show up and they were maybe a little harsh? this isn’t super relevant but he did kinda fuck my mum at one point so i maybe had a built up resentment of him lol

so, aita for kinda stabbing my coworker in the back? (literally, haha, we stabbed him like 23 times…)

What are these acronyms?

[bluesunss]

Goldfish memory Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

part 2

summary: after witnessing your (ex-)boyfriend cheating on you (and making no effort to hide it), you go to a fast-food place and complain to the cashier. but that random man is a way better listener than your stupid ex ever was, and you find yourself ranting to that hot stranger.

warnings: not really a warning, but reader is extremely blunt, tactless and messy. not in a bad way, just a big blunt mess. swearing, mentions of cheating

a/n: sorry for being inactive :( ill try to update my main stories this weekend but here is a filler episode to make up for it. also McRonalds bc we boycott here ! btw not proofread im super tired #help

The lights of the cheap McRonald at the end of the street kept flickering to death, neon red bleeding into the puddles on the pavement. The rain fell in slow slivers, barely there but still making the hairs on your arms rise. You sneezed, walked faster and reached for the handle.

Your mind was a wreckage site. The sterile light immediately woke you up, it was so late. The smell of frying and salt hit your face, it got warmer and greasier. Scanning the screens, you found them all taken, and you muttered an insult. The cashier was tapping on the screen, his lips moving silently as if talking to himself, and he had an AirPod in.

He wouldn’t hear you. You needed to vent. That is why you slammed your hands onto the counter.

“I just think,” you announced, “that if you’re gonna cheat, at least try to fucking hide it."

The boy behind the register barely looked up from the screen, swaying his head slightly to the music you could hear from here. His name tag read Su-bong, his hair under his cap was too bright for this night, a flashy purple tousled on the edges of a fluffy brown mass, and you spotted silver piercings on his ears as well as a black line going up his coloured fingers. He looked familiar, but you had no time for familiarity.

“You okay girl?” he asked, finally looking at you when you said nothing, pulling out an earbud.

“Fucking great," you snapped. Anger and exhaustion coexisted within you and you broke down. "My boyfriend decided to raw-dog some girl on MY couch in MY house. When I opened the door, he saw me, but that asshole kept going until he finished. Only then did he fall to his knees and beg. After he was done."

You squint your eyes in disgust.

"He said it ‘just happened.’ Like he tripped and fell into her y’know."

Then, you stare suspiciously at the cashier. Gladly, it’s late, and there is no one standing behind you, the people are ordering at the machines. His dark eyes are surrounded by a blue orbit, and eye bags make the dark circles pop. He puts down the earbud, stops tapping on the screen.

Letting out a low whistle, he finally taps at the register. “That’s rough, señorita. Wouldn’t wish that on myself."

“No, rough is the fact that he had the audacity to send me a voice note crying about it,” you continued, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Like he’s the victim. Like I put him in that situation. You ever seen a grown man sniffle out a ‘baby please’ while he’s got another girl’s press-on nails still clawed into his shoulder?”

That got a real reaction. Su-bong barked out a laugh, pressing a hand to his chest like he’d been shot.

“Oh, that’s tragic.”

“That’s pathetic.”

He was still grinning when he turned around, grabbing a large soda cup and filling it, before taking a loud sip from it.

"So what’re you gonna do bout this cheating narcissistic little bitch?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if I were you, I’d light his pants on fire. Or maybe steal his dog. Or… nah that’s breaking bro code. Don’t break his PS5. That’s too mean."

"Oh. Good ideas."

He shook his head and sipped again from his coke. "Nah. Y’know what breaks any man more than revenge? Nothing. Do nothing and walk away like a proud bitch. That makes us want to go on all fours and beg."

You laughed, hand brushing his arm instinctively. Keen on physical touch, that seemed to shine the cashier’s eyes who was already in another dimension. He stared at you an instant before straightening again.

"Why are you even helping me?" Your laugh died down, the ghost of a smile on your lips.

“Because my night’s already shit. And a pretty girl’s whining bout a shitty guy. What a way to score a goal on some fine shit."

Your heart, that had calmed down since the awful stress the visual sight from earlier had put on you, sprinted again. You were dizzy, it was late. His gaze locked with yours, tired. Absentmindedly, your fingers touched his forearm, and he let you there. Stroking circles, you watched the way his breath hitched and the way his eyes stared at your eyes. Those eyes. Those tattoos. This purple hair.

"Hold on. I know you."

The instant broke. He pulled his arm away, turned back to the register, lips curling, self-deprecating. “’Course you do babygirl. Everyone does." He sighed, took a sip of his drink. "’Specially after last week."

You leaned in. “You’re Thanos.”

His expression didn’t change. He slightly furrowed his brows, removed a piece of fry from his teeth and swallowed it. His elbows were now propped on the counter as your meal was getting prepared behind, and he was awaiting a reaction.

“My ex loved you,” you said. “Wouldn’t shut up about your freestyles. Played them in the car. I hated it.”

Su-bong blinked once. Then, instead of looking offended, he let out a short, dry laugh. “Wow. Brutal.”

"Fucking hell each time I’d hear your voice I thought I was going MAD. If we were fighting, he’d blast your hit song ‘break ur bones not my heart’ or whatever that was. If I complained about any minor inconvenience he’d slam into my ears ‘bitches get mad when they know I’m right’. Man, even after he cheated he sent me a Spotify link to your ‘ain’t nothing better than make up sex."

You were not exactly known for your tact. That is why Su-bong was biting his lower lip at a loss of words. He got criticism. Lots of it. But he’d usually get told his music was just plain amazing or shit. No explanation. He awaited the continuation. You were seemingly lost in your raging anger.

"Your rap isn’t totally bad though," you remarked. "Just-"

“Just?”

You sighed, debating whether you should keep talking. But you were too far in.

“Sometimes it felt like you relied too much on your flow to carry you. Like, you’d have these really good setups, and I’d be waiting for the punchline, and then it wouldn’t land as hard as it could have. Like you were holding back, or playing it safe. I mean I would appreciate some of the things my ex played in my ears, but I’d never tell him."

He didn’t say anything right away. Just tilted his head slightly, considering.

Then: “That’s actually solid criticism.”

You shrugged. “Whatever." Then, you looked over his shoulder. "I’m hungry! When’s my food coming?"

Su-bong looked back too, before standing. "Girl I think you forgot to order."

That made you smile. He watched you, amused, as you made a motion similar to pouting, observing the menu. "Triple cheeseburger. Lots of fries and pickles. And sauce. Extra spicy."

Su-bong tilted his head. "That’s all for you tonight señorita?"

You bit your lip again, let out a quiet ouch. "I think so. Oh, maybe add sparkling water."

He smirked. "Not many people go for that."

You didn’t answer immediately, pulling out your card from the mess in your bag as two lipsticks fell and rolled to the ground as well as bills. Muttering insults, you knelt and grabbed your stuff, finally exhaling.

"Yeah I’ve never tried it before. Just first thing that came to my mind. I don’t wanna think of the shit in my apartment. Fucking hell, he stained my couch with his sweat and another woman’s. That’s so disgusting!" You kept swearing, scanning the card. It kept declining and you almost crumbled in despair.

The cashier chuckled pitifully. "Don’t worry it’s on me. Tonight."

You half-smiled. "You’re broke. I saw the last rap battle. Actually, my ex kept replaying it and saying it was rigged and you didn’t forget your own lyrics."

If he was embarrassed, he did not show it. He called someone from the back and gave them your exact order. "See? The memory of a goldfish."

"Gold fishes have shit memories. It’s elephants."

He laughed. "I know babe. Been testing you."

Your meal came. His fingers brushed against yours as he gave you your cardboard bag, he stared at you a second too long.

is not proofread I’m exhausted I need sleep

[wosospacegirl]

more stem!reader please🙏🙏

Failed experiment - Kika Nazareth

a/n: unfortunately, based on personal experience.

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Y/n walked out of the building, practically fuming as she tossed her bag over her shoulder. Her failed experiment was the last straw for her day. 

Again. 

She could almost hear her professor’s disappointed sigh ringing in her ears, the echo of all her hard work and lab materials going to waste.

Kika was smiling in the driver’s seat.

“Hi, amor!”

Y/n didn’t even look at her, just grumbling as she threw herself into the car and slammed the door a little harder than necessary.

Kika raised an eyebrow but didn’t miss a beat. “Oh…okay. I’m guessing the experiment didn’t go well?”

“Yes,” Y/n responded, voice thick with frustration and sarcasm.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Kika asked, looking at her with that soft, understanding gaze she always had.

“No,” Y/n grunted, slouching in her seat and staring out the window.

Kika didn’t push, but she knew this would be one of those nights. 

The kind where Y/n would vent, rant, and maybe eventually calm down. “Alright, let’s just go home then.”

Y/n shot her a glare. She was frustrated, mad, disappointed, She was feeling every bad feeling a person could have all at once.

Once they got home, Y/n stormed inside, tossing her bag onto the sofa with a heavy sigh. She spun around to face Kika, practically vibrating with frustration. 

“I’ve lost the whole damn day! I was in that lab for hours, and for what? Absolutely nothing! My samples? Ruined! The experiment? A failure. AGAIN!”

Kika just watched her, sitting down calmly on the sofa. “Yeah, that’s... really bad, I’m sorry, bebê.” 

Y/n groaned and plopped down beside Kika, immediately crawling into her lap, throwing her arms out as if to demand an explanation of what went wrong and why. 

“I spent the whole day in that godforsaken lab, Kika. And for what? I’ve got NOTHING to show for it." Y/n put her head on Kika’s shoulders, a frown on her face.

"I’ve basically thrown my day away. Again. Seriously, how do I even keep doing this?”

Kika didn't say much, she let the quiet calm them both. “I’m really sorry,” she murmured, her tone soft. “That really sucks.”

Y/n huffed, not pulling away. 

“It’s not even just that. It’s the hours I can never get back. It’s like... every single time, no matter how hard I try, it’s always just one step forward, two steps back.” Y/n said, feeling the emotions taking over.

“Stuff like that happens, amor,” Kika smiled softly and pressed a kiss to the top of Y/n’s head. “You’re amazing at what you do. This one experiment doesn’t define everything, okay?”

When Y/n didn’t answer, Kika nudged her foot gently.

"Lab days are just like football. Some you lose, some you win."

"The only difference is my opponent is a fucking gel and somehow it's still kicking my ass," Y/n muttered.

"Yeah... not exactly the same, then.”

Y/n let out a small, exhausted sigh.

“Come on, let me make you a sandwich and we’ll forget about it all, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Y/n said, but there was still a hint of grumpiness in her voice as she stayed in Kika’s lap. “But later, I wanna stay with you now.”

After a few moments of quiet, Y/n glanced up at Kika. “So, how was your day at training?” she asked, trying to shift topics.

Kika paused for a second, as if thinking about her answer carefully. “Oh, we played catch.”

Y/n stared at her, blinking for a beat. “Catch?” she asked, her tone flat, as if trying to make sense of it.

“Yup,” Kika said, in all seriousness. “It was... intense.”

Y/n stared at her, waiting for the punchline that never came. “You’re telling me you spent all day playing catch?”

Kika nodded, completely deadpan. “Yeah, it’s a really high-stakes game, you know--that's why Romeu made us play it over and over again.”

Y/n stared at her in stunned silence.

“Are you for real?” She shook her head, still chuckling. “I can’t even with you sometimes. I thought you were gonna say you had a tough training session, but no…catch.”

Kika just grinned, clearly enjoying Y/n’s reaction. “Hey, it’s hard,” she teased.

Y/n just rolled her eyes, smiling.

“I don’t think I’ll ever recover from this level of athleticism coming from you,” she said, her tone playful.

Kika laughed softly. “If you ever need someone to throw a ball around with... I’m your girl.”

Y/n snorted. “And if you ever need someone to completely fuck up measuring cell receptors... I’m your girl.” 

Kika bumped her shoulder gently. “You’re still my favorite scientist,” she said sincerely.

Y/n rolled her eyes, but her cheeks warmed anyway.

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Feedback is very much appreciated <3

[internalloops]

DA:TV rant … if you are of the mind that BioWare can do no wrong /its games can be criticize or if you truly enjoying the game and are loving everything that you’ve seen so far this post is not for you. Please move along and if you don’t want me showing up on your feed please block me.  I will not be engaging with any fan that will not allow me to take up space and vent my feelings on the disaster that is this fucking game.

*Also a lot of spoilers!!

.. it’s horrible, like I knew I was going to be disappointed but holy fucking shit …

I’m about to finish act one and .. they destroyed their entire lore … BioWare destroyed their ENTIRE lore /world build of Dragon Age

Minrathous has NO SLAVES !!! They are briefly talked about via shadow dragons but they’re are none visible at all in the city ( but they have the animation to give a poor person “fake money” )

The qunari who literally fought and tried to kill solas in trespasser have been turned into mindless brutes who willingly joined the evil gods … because they command dragons ?

The blight except for one mission is harmless. They purposely turned it into a bio weapon and then (besides the dark spawn spawning from it like something out of an MMO) due to *plot armor, no one actually contracts the blight ???

The black chantry minus one building that you go through in a side quest doesn’t exist? No chantry members , no talk of the black divine ..

Dalish are all engineers now and part of the veil jumpers ( which should not exist lore wise) and all elven magic has been converted into cyberpunk technology and artifacts. Very little talk about their oppression and they are all very willing to drop all their history , even their distrust of solas , to flight the old gods .

Varric Has been demoted to inspirational speaker and narrator he has no other role and the entire team acts like he died , even when he’s in the room with him ( I think BioWare actually planned to kill him but then chickened out ) and is a husk of his former self

Same with Morgan , you can’t interact with her at all and she’s given the same mysterious background as flemeth ( the theory that she carries mythal spirit is very strong right now )

Lyrim potions don’t exist, in fact lyrim doesn’t exist at all besides the dagger. All magic has turned into technology, and if you play as a mage mana just has an automatic replenish rate /cool down effect that you can level up.

Evil gods go back and forth between an actual intense adversary and threat to the world, and a typical Disney villain.

These are just the few I can think of off the top of my head, there is so much more than this …

The game can literally be summed up as Mass effect andromeda x2 with God of war animations and marvel style writing ( not the avengers I’m talking about the recent shit)

Also for the people who want to kill solas or simply dislike him, the game pushes a sympathetic view of him on you ,even your companions who outrightly want to kill him will feel sorry for him. And I’m saying this as a solavellan fan. Yes they’re options to be mean to him and antagonize him, but you won’t get anyone agreeing with your actions ,at best they’ll be neutral about it. Now this might play out differently for those who picked the “chooses to stop him “ option , but for those who’s inquisitions wanted to save him but they wanted their rooks to hate him … you’re not gonna be happy about what you get ..

The only thing that keeping me playing is the reveal of history of ancient elves and Titans and solas’s story. And Assan!! Assan can do no wrong !! Everything else is a slog to get through.

[shanesevikasfuckdoll]

SFW Alphabet with Sevika 😍🦾

SFW alphabet with Sevika, with maybe a little bit of nsfw if you squint your eyes, sooo

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Sevika has a hard time verbalizing her affection, so she just tends to do the thing she's best at. Acts of service. Massaging your back, your feet, bringing you little gifts, or your favourite food. She also shows her affection through physical touch. Holding your waist when you go outside, holding your hand, always touching your hair, pinching your cheeks, and laughs at your pout.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Extremely loyal. If you're as loyal to her, as she is you, then she's basically gonna be your ride or die.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

She loves cuddling in bed or on your couch. One of her main love languages are physical touch, so she loves being close to you when you're at home. For sleeping, she likes nuzzling up to your neck, or putting her face on your chest. Sometimes you wonder if she can even breathe there, but when you check, she's already snoring.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

After the issues between piltover and Zaun, yeah. That woman needs her rest, so after work, she barely even drinks at bars anymore, akthough sometimes she likes to visit the last drop once in awhile to see how it's going, but she just come home to you most of the time. Her cooking is decent too, not a 5 star michellin dish, but she's good at making comfort foods, or food from her culture passed down to her by her mother. If you do decide to cook, she's happy to set up the table, and do the dishes for you no matter how tired she is.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She's straight up with it. No beating around the bush. She will of course tell you why she feels that way, and let you vent too, but that's basically it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

After she became part of the council, she immedietly commissioned a ring, and proposed to you a couple months after.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Sevika's only ever gentle with you. Before she goes to bed, she takes her mechanical arm off, and cuddles you. Emotionally, she's the same. She listens to your rants and vents about your day, and when she hears that someone hurt you, she'll comfort you until you fall asleep, and track the sorry fucker down.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs. She hugs you from behind alot when you cook, or wash dishes. She's like a human heater(?) to be honest, specially when it's cold, she'd hold you in her arm(s?) and you instantly feel warm.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

About 6 months into the relationship. It was no accident too, she doesn't say it very much before you, so it really meant alot to her when she says it, she means it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

She's not often jealous, just extremely possessive. She knows your loyalty, and she values that aspect of you alot. But, she does get jealous when you give other people more attention (I guess that's possessiveness) so she'll just butt in the conversation, and sweep you off your feet, and takes you somewhere where there's only you two. If a random stranger decides to touch you, she's not afraid to take a couple fingers, or limb from them. She doesn't let anyone touch you other than her. And everyone knows you're HERS anyway.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Rough, and sloppy. Or sometimes she peppers your face in soft kisses, and kisses your hand, and knuckles. She likes to be kissed in the nose, and forehead, although she'd never admit that to your face.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Surprisingly really soft. She understands children really well, though she would never volunteer to be with them, if she's stuck with one, she's actually really good with them. You find it cute sometimes, and you often take pictures of her with them. You both consider having your own one day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

She's early to wake up, but she's a little cranky, but after a cup of coffee, she goes straight to functioning, and kisses you goodmorning, and invites you to take a shower with her, which you gladly obliged.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with are are basically just her ranting about her fellow council members, and you listening, while combing her hair with your fingers, and kissing her hair. She often falls asleep like that, and you fall asleep after. Or on weekends, you both spend the night watching shitty romantic comedies and making out on your couch while drinking wine.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

The first time she truly opened up to you was a year into your relationship, while you were going through a tough time. She'd tell you funny stories about her childhood to sad ones about her mother, and her dad.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Her patience with you is surprisingly long. She can put up with most of your shit, unless you actually manage to push all her buttons, she'll just carryo you to bed, and uhm— "discipline" you. 😏

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

She remembers Every. Single. Detail. There’s not one thing that slips her mind. Even when you forgot you told her, you'd just be surprised she already knows. It's sweet though, from your likes, and dislikes, you taste in music your favourite food, your favourite color, season. Never bring it up again, then ask her 7 years later, she still remembers.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Her favourite memory of the both of you was on your 1st anniversary, you both got sick for a week, so all you did was rest, and take care of each other. That's when she felt like she fell inlove with you all over again, because even when you were sick, you still tried your best to make dinner for the both of you for your anniversary, and spent the whole night watching movies, and cuddling on the couch.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

She makes sure you're always safe with or without her. She has eyes everywhere that tell her where you are at all times, she knows who's messing with you, and who's not. When you're togetehr, she has a protective grip on you, like someone is gonna steal you away from her. She only finds it cute when you do try to protect her, but only from a feisty cat but freaks the fuck out, if you actually get a scratch, and proceeds to lecture you for a whole hour. When you finally feel bad, she'll stop and pause, and kisses where you got scratched, and then takes you to Singed to give you a rabies shot.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

She puts alot of effort in general. She doesn't like to do things half assed, so on your anniversaries, she tries to get you something special. For everyday tasks, it's the same, always puts in alot effort for you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She can get a little mean at times. But when she sees the look on your face, she immedietly backs off, says sorry, and makes it up to you the whoke day.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not really. She's a busy woman. She only ever wears anything practical. But also because she knows she looks hot wearing anything, or nothing at all.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, not necessarily. She loves and cares for you, but you're not really a missing peace in her life, because she makes sure she has every peace of her fulfilled before she even starts dating.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I have two. She has a different voice when talking to you. A lot softer than when she's threatening other people, or just simply talking to anyone else but you. And it's kind of cute seeing her like that, all vulnerable around you, but sometimes, when someone walks in, she immediately changes her voice to a lower, and harsher tone. And, I'm a firm believer she definitely has glasses she never wears, and she would rather be blind than wear them.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Disloyalty. I think this goes without saying, but she'll never give 100% of her loyalty to anyone who isn't 100% loyal to her. (maybe I'm projecting, idk)

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Snores HEAVILY. She doesn't even believe it, and calls you crazy, until you tell her her snoring is driving you crazy, and she just sits there in silence, and asks you for proof, so that night you take a video of her snoring loudly. When she saw it, all she did was laugh, and flick your forehead, and told you to deal with it.

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I'm still a shitty writer guys, but congrats if you made it this far, heh.

[brucewaynehater101]

I have a vent fic wip that I may or may not finish so I just need to tell someone that I am...feeling so many things all the time about the consequences of the 16th birthday but...

primarily, right now, at this moment. without Robin/Bruce, Tim thought he would lose Dick and everyone else he knew through Robin. and then a little bit later when he quit for Jack, he got radio silence for Months until he became a potential victim, and even then it was just Cass stopping in to give the message and be like "I'll watch you to keep you safe 👁️👁️ ok bye" and he had actual Proof that without Robin, he would lose everyone.

and then. Dick "you're my equal (even tho I'm drastically changing your life without your knowledge or permission), you're my closest ally (even tho you don't even have a name to go out in the field to assist me as backup), I need you (even tho, as mentioned, I made a huge decision without your input because I didn't need it because I know best actually)" Grayson.

skipping over the fact that Dick didn't even have the time to say "you're fired" or anything resembling that, when Tim lost "Robin" to Damian, he felt like he lost everything else too. it didn't matter what Dick said about "equals" or "allies" or "needing". he already had Concrete Proof that it was all false. cheap words that are easily disproven do nothing in this situation, Dichard!

(disclaimer: I love and respect Dick Grayson, I just also think Dick Stopped Existing as soon as he made Damian his Robin for the most pathetic stupid illogical risky-ass excuse he could ever give for making anyone Robin (or a vigilante in general). "because he'll kill someone again". who the fuck says that?? who thinks "oh no oh god oh fuck this kid is gonna go off the rails he's gonna kill someone, I need to Put Him In A Place Of Power Over Oblivious Innocent Untrained People Who Are Expecting A Kind And Empathetic Hero To Save Them" hUH???? ok sorry, I just wanted to rant about what Tim "losing Robin" meant)

I agree with ya. Dick Grayson is fantastic, but it seems weird that he nuked his entire relationship with Tim (a very strong one that other fans have referred to them as "The Brothers") for the new kid.

Yes, Damian is a ten year old traumatized kid who just lost the dad he didn't really have the chance to get to know. Yes, Damian needed guidance, boundaries, and compassion.

But DC spent so much time and effort building up Tim and Dick's rapport only to obliterate it once the "blood son" came in (I also love Damian. This is not hate on the kid. This is confused commentary on DC's choices). It's just a strange idea, but that's also why it hurts so much when Dick does that to Tim.

Then you tie in Tim losing Robin by Dick to Tim's experiences before? Fuck. You are so right for that.

As far as the RR run, Dick could've handled Tim believing Bruce a bit better. I don't necessarily blame him for that one. I get why he wasn't supportive in the way Tim wanted, even though I would've chosen differently for my siblings.

Dick taking Robin, though? That was fucked up. I, honest to the gods, do not see how that was a justified course of action. I can understand his perspective, but it's still not okay. At all.

There's your very adequate analysis:

Robin, for Tim, is his tie to his loved ones. He has proof (twice) that without it, he does not have access to the people he cares about and his support system.

Dick said a lot of pretty words about "equals," but his actions were precisely contradictory to his "intentions."

Tim has had Robin taken from him before or had to give it up. He chose to go back despite this. He obviously feels strongly about being Robin

Damian has not proven, at this point, to be trustworthy as a vigilante (someone in power without oversight). He has instead shown use of excessive force

This isn't even going into the way he found out. That's just an extra layer.

The way Tim has repeated lost and regained Robin (even after RR) as well as his title as Red ROBIN are, to me, a sign that he's still trying to hold on. It's my belief that he would have moved onto a new title, like his predecessors, if it hadn't constantly been an unsure role.

His start was rocky as hell due to Bruce not initially wanting it. Tim had to prove himself and put himself into the costume.

He "quit" twice before it was taken from him in a traumatic way (nothing like being instilled with the fear that the position you've held for four years can suddenly be yanked out from under you without warning)

Damian and Jason both vehemently protested to him being Robin

It would make sense if all of these factors combined to Tim's unwillingness or inability to just let Robin go, especially when we factor in his reason to be Robin. Since Bruce never really gets "better" and continually falls back into bad habits, Tim needs to maintain his task of pulling Bruce back from the edge. We could also throw Jean Paul into this to further how Tim is forced to play as the barrier between a grown adult and their desire to harm others in the name of good.

So, Tim's time as Robin is marked by consistent instability while contrasted with his inherent position as Bruce's leash and the batfam fixer. While the other Robins did have times of doubt, the predecessors of Tim did not have the pervasive role insecurity with regards to Robin.

They had their big moment at the end and some smaller moments in-between, but not quite on the continous scale of Tim. Tim had three big moments and was still sucked back into Robin when Damian quit.

To be Robin is to earn Bruce's love and the ability to be part of the Wayne family. To lose Robin is the risk of losing that (at least to the perspectives of the Robins if not 100% the reality).

I'm not sure I'm articulating this accurately. Regardless, no wonder Tim clutches the title of Robin with bleeding hands no matter how much it cuts him and costs him.

[sharkboywrites]

May I please request Daisuke x ftm reader (he/him reader pronouns please)

Maybe just comfort and fluff? Thank you - sorry if that’s too vague 😞

-🫧🐾

Late Night Comfort

Daisuke x ftm Reader

A/N: Hiii. From the three mouthwashing reqs I've gotten so far, I think gay people like Daisuke... anyways I'm gonna keep trying to write fics, but varsity hockey season started again so i'm probably gonna be super busy even though I might quit but that's a rant for another time

TW: reader is on his period (def not because author is too noooo whaaaat

Work was exhausting

You had so much work to get done on the ship, and it felt like every little thing was going wrong

Jimmy had to be looking over your shoulder and criticizing every little thing you did

And of course, the cherry on top: your period started

Just great

You were done

The second your shift was over, or well, technically over, you were always on the ship, you made a b-line for your room

You immediately put on your comfortable clothes and curled into bed

You could already feel the exhaustion wearing down on you

After a few minutes of laying in bed, quite honestly feeling miserable, your door slid open

You looked up to find exactly who you thought you'd see: Daisuke

He looked a bit apprehensive about bothering you, but was clearly concerned about you

"Got room for one more?"

With your permission, he slipped under the blanket with you, wrapping his arms around you

You immediately melted into his embrace, placing your head on his chest

After a bit of silence, he asked if you were okay

He had noticed your mood and was worried about you

You explained everything to him, how hard your day had been

It sucked being reminded of all of it, but in his arms, venting about it made you feel a bit better

After letting you explain and calm down, patting your hair, he slipped something from his pocket and showed you

"Hey, look, I snuck us something! Wanna share?"

A sugar packet

What a dork

You couldn't help but crack a smile and a small laugh at that

And the grin he gave you back could light up the rest of your week, maybe the rest of the month, no matter how bad

And so, cuddled up underneath your blanket, the two of you shared the stolen sugar packet together

Things could be hard out on the Tulpar, but no matter how bad of a day you had, Daisuke would always be there to make you feel better, no matter what

[gayfanservice]

Kei with a male reader. figure their on the debate club or something and Kei vents to them because their a non biased person regarding volleyball and his team. Figure they give encouragement and kei just bluntly asks them out.

Guess who’s back (back again) I am back! (Once again)

Friends to lovers, i dont know anything about debating

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“-and that tiny-ass-mother-”

“Too strong, Kei, try to keep the emotions at an even level so it doesn’t cloud your judgement.”

“Huh? I’m not debating this, he’s tiny!” Kei huffed, cheeks pink and puffed ever so slightly as (Y/N) chuckled.

“Right, sorry, continue.”

Kei was currently flopped on (Y/N)’s bed, who was sitting at his desk, a notepad and pen in hand, looking like a therapist.

“He’s so annoying. We’re doing basic drills and these two just keep arguing! They argue about this, they argue about that! All they do is argue!” His hands dramatically extended to the air.

“Mhm, and how does that make you feel?” Kei sighed at his friend’s poor attempt to be funny, who found it just a little funny to fuck with him. If Kei didn’t like him so much, he would’ve kicked his ass for not taking this outrageous news to heart.

“Awful, because after practice I came here only to have your ass joking about my suffering.” There was obviously no malice behind the words; a playful undertone was hanging from them as his heart sped up. He huffed, again, and rolled to his side, cheeks turning more red, “If you were there, you’d understand.”

“Maybe, the only teammate of yours I know is Yamaguchi.” (Y/N) continued writing in the notepad for a few seconds. “Do you know why they fight?”

“‘Cause they’re stupid.” Kei snorted out, a proud look on his face as he rolled onto his back. “And immature, can’t forget that part.” He heard his friend hum, acknowledging his words. “But, you have no idea how much that twerp gets me so… angry! Genuinely, he’s the most annoying guy I know!”

“Have the captains-”

“Captain, technically there’s just one captain.”

“Just gonna down-play one, got it.” (Y/N) grinned, “Has the captain and co-captain, or whatever term you guys use, talked to them?”

Remembering how the two were literally thrown out because they couldn’t get along with each other, Kei bursted into a short, obnoxiously loud laugh, “You have no idea, they literally kicked them out of the gym until they could get along!”

Surprise was evident on (Y/N)’s face, “Wow, that, uh, yeah, that is a pretty intense hatred.”

Kei let out a long, exasperated sigh. “I can’t deal with those two, I swear.” He mumbled, rubbing his face, glasses pushed up to his forehead. “Thanks for letting me rant, without much interruption of course.”

“No prob, dog-”

“Gross.” If only he didn’t like this debating nerd.

“It’s always good to get stuff off your chest.”

“Is that way you joined the debate club?”

“No, I just like telling people they’re wrong.”

“I- that happens? I thought… actually, I don’t know what I thought.” (Y/N) cackled as he continued writing. Kei’s heart swelled at the noise, staring at the faint outlines of those glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, no doubt that (Y/N) had since childhood. He sighed obnoxiously loud, again, “What am I gonna doooo,”

“Well you could quit-”

“No?” Kei scoffed at the audacity of this man to even think he’d quit volleyball because of those two dumbasses.

“-or you can tough it out. Just because they don’t get along now, doesn’t mean they never will. I bet in a couple weeks they’ll tolerate each other and stop being annoying.” The emotionally intelligent one said, still writing in the notepad.

“Yeah, I will.” As if he wasn’t already doing that.

The two sat in silence, for only a couple minutes. Kei went onto his phone, scrolling through whatever app was available to him. His face was still warm, heart still faster than normal. He liked the other boy for quite some time now, but he never had the guts to actually say anything. Hell, Kei wasn’t even sure if (Y/N) even liked him as a friend, but at this point it’d be awkward if he didn’t, so he assumes yes.

Kei took a deep breath, heart pounding faster and face turning red as he sat up, phone discarded to the side. Might as well confess after spilling your hateful guts, right?

“(Y/N),” He got a hum as said boy stopped writing, making eye contact with a red Kei, “Wanna go out with me?”

(Y/N) froze, the bluntness and randomness completely taken him by surprise. He felt his face heat up and tried to keep his composure, “Wow, very blunt and straight forward, never expected less from you, Tsukki.” He grinned.

“Oh, fuck you.” (Y/N) laughed as Kei deadpanned, not fond of how his friend called him by his childish nickname. “Statement: retracted.” He crossed his arms and tilted his head.

“Wait- no- Kei, I’m sorry!” (Y/N) snorted, amused by Kei’s childish actions, “I’m sorry, you just took me by surprise and I had to get you back! Yes, yes, I’ll date you, sourpuss.”

“Hm, I don’t know if you deserve it anymore.” A smile crept onto Kei’s face no matter how hard he tried to stay nonchalant. (Y/N)’s grin widened, setting the notepad and pencil down.

“Fine, you leave me no choice,” He held his hands up in a mock surrender, “I guess we’ll both just be single for the rest of our lives, forever craving the touch of one another.” He held a hand over his heart, almost tipping the chair over with how far he leaned back.

“God, you’re weird.” Kei feigned disgust at the display in front of him.

The two laughed as they finished whatever they just did, the afternoon sun casting a shadow into the dimly lit room.

(Y/N) got up from his spot, “So, are we dating?” He asked as he sat beside Kei.

Kei’s heart once again sped up at the closeness of the other, “Uhm, I don’t know,” he didn’t know why he was awkward now, perhaps his brain was occupied with how easily he could lay down and finally cuddle (Y/N) like he’s thought of for the past couple of months, or perhaps it just suddenly got really hot out of no where, “are we?”

(Y/N) pretended to think, putting a finger to his chin as he leaned on Kei, “Sure, why not?”

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It has been… awhile lol

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