#hes so unjudgemental

[screechingcheesecakecheesecake]

JackLeela you have to stop. Your love too true. Your yearning too different. Your romance too fated. They'll kill you

[grimalkinmessor]

The parallels between Tsubomi and Reigen drive me so fucking insane you have no idea like—that shit had to be at least SOMEWHAT intentional even if not in a specifically romantic way.

For one, Tsubomi and Reigen are two of the only few people that call Shigeo "Mob" consistently. (Yes Tome also calls him Mob eventually but she starts out calling him Kageyama-kun and likely picks up "Mob-kun" from Inukawa or Reigen later on). We don't know how Reigen started calling Shigeo "Mob", though we can assume that Tsubomi was likely part of the group of kids that originally misread Shigeo's name as Mobbu to begin with so she's less of a mystery on that front. Maybe Reigen saw it written on his backpack or his shirt tag and started calling him that too, or maybe Mob even just told him that that's what everyone else called him and was what he prefered to be called at the time. Either way, it's a little odd that Reigen's one of the only people who use that nickname when we don't really get a reason why beyond "it can also be read like this", especially since Reigen is a grown man with (presumably) full literacy of kanji and would know how to read it.

Then there's the other obvious parallel that's made in the show; how Tsubomi and Reigen treat Mob. How they see his powers. They're not special, they're just a part of him. Nothing to be scared of—even though they kind of,,,,are lmao. The fact that Tsubomi continues to sit in the park even though a literal hurricane is approaching because she thought Mob sounded upset on the phone happens at the same time Reigen goes sprinting full-tilt into said hurricane because Mob is in trouble always stands out to me. It's less obvious than Mob's own words: "She never treated me any differently because of my powers" "Master never treated me any differently..."—but it's still a pretty blatant parallel to me.

Not to mention that both Reigen and Tsubomi's personalities are actually very similar as well! They're both described as people that hide behind a mask, a facade, while still being brutally stubborn. If Tsubomi doesn't want to do something, she's not gonna do it. While Reigen is more laid back because he's used to getting his hands dirty for work (money), he's still very stubborn himself when he doesn't wanna do something. He'll find a way to wriggle out of it and talk circles around you if you let him. Dimple even says that Tsubomi is the type of person who can't be swayed by words or peer pressure. She and Reigen were actually, again, two of the only people brainwashed through airborne Vibes™ instead of through food like everyone else. The biggest difference between them on this is that while Reigen lies fairly blatantly, Tsubomi seems to only lie through omission. Tsubomi is more of an introvert too, compared to Reigen's extrovert (though you could argue that both of them are good with people, with the only difference being that Reigen enjoys being the center of attention while Tsubomi presumably does not).

Plus they're both pretty goofy too once you think about it lmao. They're both prideful and hate to be humiliated, but they also care a lot about their public image and how people perceive them. Every time the scene with Tsubomi and her friends outside cleaning up leaves comes up, her expressions and panic always remind me of Reigen. And then there's Mob, calm and unjudgemental, willing to help her with no questions asked. Mitigating her humiliation, just like he does for Reigen :)

Another thing that always strikes me is how Mezato says, "If you can accept her for who she really is..." followed by Reigen's echo during his confession: "This is who I really am". Mezato essentially tells Mob that Tsubomi isn't who she seems on the outside and that if he wants to be accepted by her, he needs to also be ready to accept her as well. Which, we don't get to see much of Tsubomi's life outside of Mob—wow just like Reigen—so we don't ever really know who she is beyond that outer mask, but we see her slowly opening up to Mob later, as a friend. But the fact that Reigen's own confession mirrors Mezato's words to Mob about him accepting Tsubomi always makes me vibrate in place a little like,,,Confession Arc my beloved 🙏

I don't know man, there's just so much there, it makes my head spin. I could go on and on about it but I better cut myself off because if I don't I'll start crawling on the walls going feral about it because what, what was the point of this if not to make it clear that the relationship between Mob and Reigen is supposed to parallel his relationship with Tsubomi like what do you MEAN—

[judasgot-it]

String Me By My Sins, So I Can Be Clean

Scenario: You found out. Yandere!Fyodor x Reader. Part 1 Word count: 1.2 K @ceramic-raven because you encouraged me to write a part 2. I hope you don't mind being tagged <3

Sitting in your small bathroom, you stared at a small patch that stared back at you.

21 mg. Nicotine. A beige-colored patch.

Just a minute ago, it had been adhered to your skin while you were sleeping, as if you had put it on yourself.

You don't smoke. You never smoked.

The only person you knew to smoke was Nikolai or Fukuchi, but you didn't know them to use patches. They only smoked socially, on good days when they could people watch or when Nikolai could show off vape tricks.

Fyodor had never dared to touch a cigarette, always claiming it as a hazard to his health. His lungs were probably as weak as the rest of his constitution, so you believed it.

So why the hell was it on your skin?

You wanted to ask him yourself, but he was sleeping.

Was it a good idea to wake him up?

You looked out into the darkness of your shared bed with Fyodor, looking at his sleeping form. His small frame was curled in a pile of blankets, curled against a feather pillow - like the princess and the pea, as you could see that he never looked truly comfortable.

The patch could be left for the morning.

He was smart. It must have had some sort of reasoning, shouldn't it?

Fyodor always found things out with almost no context needed. He could figure out the reason. You trusted him.

-

You had gone back to the bathroom. The patch was missing.

The trash, for once, taken out. In fact, it seemed the whole apartment had been meticulously cleaned.

You remembered that patch stared at you. The pain of removing it from your skin. How hard you had to pull it from your skin.

So where did it fucking go?

"Hey babe!"

You called for Fyodor, knowing that he was most likely working on the same projects that he always was. Whatever it was, he would be able to answer you, right?

There was no response from him this time though. You called again, but you were left with silence.

Padding towards his 'office space' you found that he had his headphones on. Was he busy today and hadn't bothered to tell you beforehand? Usually, he was rather meticulous about that.

Gently, you poked his shoulder, hoping to get his attention.

Fyodor only grunted, giving a sign of recognition. You tried again, hoping he would respond.

"Are you busy? I wanted to talk to you about something that happened last night."

Fyodor turned only slightly, his eyes still facing his screen - absorbed on whatever 'work' was on his screen. Code that you never bothered to learn to understand, that became a source of frustration as it seemed more important now.

"Yeah, what is it?"

Complete disinterest.

"I found like. A nicotine patch, last night. On me. Fyodor, that's weird, right?"

His eyes finally looked at you, although they were only glancing, at best.

"It is. You don't smoke, do you?"

"What?"

You took a moment to look at him. What the hell was he implying by that? He knew you never did. You always rejected them, since he was so sensitive to smells.

"If you do, you can tell me. I won't judge you."

His voice was soft, unjudgemental at the implication of you even having an addiction. You tried to keep calm through you frustration.

"I don't smoke. You know I don't, asshole! It's really weird that it showed up on my body like that, isn't it?"

You hoped he would help you. But he didn't even seem to care about your predicament so far, instead lazily moving typing commands on his keyboard like a sort of wizard.

"It is weird. If neither of us smoke, then how did it get there, hm? Maybe someone is playing a prank on you. Do you have the patch? We can figure out more about it from there."

He had leaned back, as calm about this conversation as anyone could possibly be. You wanted to kill him.

"It was on the bathroom counter when I took it off last night. I can't find it though!"

You couldn't help raising your voice at the end. For some reason, your frustration was building up so easily it was nearly boiling over.

It wasn't fair to take it out on Fyodor. He gave you a look as well, because well, you knew that you were being emotional about this.

It was just weird. Why was this upsetting you so much? You weren't usually upset so quickly like this.

"Sorry. But I'm being serious Fyo."

Trying your best to calm down, you took a deep inhale. Your lungs filled with air, clearing your head, if only a little.

There was still a frustration coursing through your veins, making you want to pull at Fyodor's hair for being so...well, him. Just being himself, right now.

Is he doing it on fucking purpose? Is he trying to piss you off as much as possible?

He's the smartest man you know, this isn't any real detective work. Fyodor knows why you're feeling the way you are. He can clearly tell that this actually happened - that you aren't fucking crazy.

So why is he acting like you are?

"Of course you are. I believe you, sweetheart. But what's the real problem here?"

His tired eyes slowly blinked at you. There was an emotion lurking in there, but you really didn't know how to describe it.

It was gentle, but not kind.

"Well. It was put on me. That means someone is drugging me. It's violating."

"I can see why you feel that way, yes. But maybe it was just an accident? People on the street these days are rather crazy-looney."

Fyodor had the gall to laugh as he said that, finding humor in his own words as he didn't find your plight worth crying over. There was no fret - being drugged was an everyday occurance.

Tomorrow you could be stabbed with heroin and it would just be an everyday occurrence, right? Worse things could happen to you. Maybe you would accidentally inhale deadly amounts of cocaine since this was just normal.

"Oh I can't believe you."

You left the room. At that moment you just wanted to punch Fyodor.

Did he always look that punchable? With his stupid smirk and pale, dead-looking skin. His eyes seemed so dead, with no read smile attached to them.

It was hard to look at him without feeling enraged.

"And where do you think you're going, sunshine?"

"Anywhere! If I have to see you again, I would probably. Oh!"

You made a noise as you kicked the door, rushing to just get out and get away from the source of your anxiety.

It felt natural, running outside and walking - letting the adrenaline in your body take you as far as it would let you.

Where were you going?

A hand on your arm stopped you. You turned around, the calm face that matched the pale skin - his dead purple eyes were smiling, although it made you stop dead in your tracks.

Where were you going?

You didn't have anything besides Fyodor.

"Please. Just leave me alone."

"You're being irrational, my dear. It's embarrassing."

The hold he had on your arm was tight, some hidden strength he carried that you never knew existed. Pulled did nothing, and there were tears pushing against your face as you felt the feeling again -

Trapped.

"Please. Fucking just. Let me go."

Shaking his head, Fyodor pulled you in - his face rested against your forehead, but the pull his hand had on his scalp was anything but gentle.

He was mad. About what?

Why did it always end up this way?

Honestly this can be stand alone, but YAY i finally finished this !!!! To the people who wanted this, I hope you enjoy this cuz this was kinda lot for me idk why.

[confused-cakepop]

Lloyd Garmadon headcannons!

🍬 He's the only one who has ever been able to pickpocket ronin.

🍬 Used to eat toothpaste as a kid cause he liked the minty taste to it. He also hated brushing his teeth and had a lot of cavities cause of it. "Why would I need to brush my teeth if I can just eat the toothpaste!?" -lloyd

🍬 Had to have a cap put on one of his teeth.

🍬 Would have gone through an emo phase if it weren't for tomorrow's tea. Or at least would have gotten piercings and had a grunge like style that would end up not actually being a phase. (he kinda did go through an emo phase but it would gave been so much worse without the tea.)

🍬Since his grandma was the one sending him candy at darkleys I like to think he got his candy addiction from her.

🍬 Chronic sleep-walker. He'll wake up in a bathtub or sitting on the kitchen counter and not know what happened.

🍬 He's the biggest cat person ever and tries to take a stray back to the bounty whenever he can. He acts like a cat too and shows affection via biting people (softly).

🍬 Has anger issues he has a tight grip on. Feels like he's not allowed to get mad since he's the leader and he's supposed to be a mediator and listen in an unjudgemental way. He doesn't want people to be scared of him.

🍬 born to say "post this s*** on ig reels" forced to say "well it's OK! You tried and that's all that matters! Just try and work on that more in training!"

🍬 Allergic to soybeans (it's an oni thing).

🍬 Used to copy the mannerisms of the other ninja when he was younger cause he looked up to them and now he does in subconsciously.

🍬Gen z.

🍬 Doesn't like to label his Sexuality or gender and when he tries to it causes him to have an identity crisis.

🍬 Does embroidery as a side hobby but isn't very open about it. Will fix people's clothes up when they get damaged and can stich up wounds if he needs too. He tries to make the designs fit the person's interests like birds for zanes appron or sea creatures for nyas jacket.

🍬 Has accidentally called kai "dad" Before and felt so humiliated by it he didn't speak to kai for like 3 days.

🍬 Drew his master plans with chalk when he was in his villain era. Sometimes when he wants to connect with his inner child he'll draw plans for missions in that same brand of chalk.

🍬 Still gets back pain post season 4 cause of how bad his posture is (and his bad sleeping habbits). Will never admit it when it's aching though and tries to just brush it off.

🍬 Mixes different slushie flavors together at a convince store and swears the potion he just made is revolutionary.

🍬 Weird about getting gifts cause he didn't get much at darkleys that wasn't a trick or some prank and doesn't like the idea of people spending money on him like that. Always stressed that the gift he got someone isn't a good one.

🍬 Goofiest laugh ever.

[hoonven]

POV ⸺ YANG JUNGWON

genres! fluff, song fic, established relationship

word count! 489

playlist! pov by ariana grande

mimi’s note! the first paragraph is inspired by a post i read on here a while back but i don’t remember the user

Yang Jungwon isn’t the kind of person to love halfheartedly, he’ll give you everything he has: his heart, his body, his mind, his soul. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do, wouldn’t lose, wouldn’t trade or give for you and it’s this unspoken rule, this ubiquitous notion that his love for you was wholehearted and unconditional.

With Jungwon you were receiving the kind of love you dreamt of as a little girl, gifting you small trinkets that reminded him of you, always making time for you despite his busy schedule, taking on the task of doing a chore he knows you hate, handwritten love letters, giving you genuine compliments—not out of obligation but because he truly admires you, holding you in his arms as he rubs your back in hopes to melt away your stress, slow dancing in ungodly hours of the night, coming home with your favorite drink and snacks if he was out too long as a show of appreciation for being so patient and understanding with him, invariably putting you first no matter the consequences he would face afterwards because your safety and comfort is his main priority.

He was the kind of lover to unknowingly fulfill those romantic scenarios in your head you never thought would come true, his every word and every action never failing to envelop you in his deepest affections.

Loving came easy with him, never needing arguments or stimuli to keep the passion alive. A “We’ll figure this out together” kind of love, an “Are you okay? Wanna talk about it?” love, an “Let me take care of that for you” love.

He knew you better than you knew yourself at times, the way his gentle yet perceptive eyes always see right through you as though you’re made of glass, never being able to keep anything from him, he was your peace, the way his presence alone could offer you a sense of tranquility, he was your confidant, the way your lips could only admit the thoughts you didn’t want to acknowledge to his unjudgemental ears.

You weren’t quite used to all this yet, having rotten luck in past relationships had wholly convinced you love like this was simply not written in the stars for you, or worse, maybe you were not deserving of this love, but somewhere along the way Jungwon must have realigned those luminous points in the night sky because you were learning differently now, because of Jungwon you’ve learned to love yourself, be grateful for yourself, to trust yourself, be gentle and kind towards yourself like he is. You were learning to see yourself from his point of view.

Relationships can be scary and being with the right person didn’t mean it would be any less frightening but rather it would make you braver to face the daunting parts because you know you have each other, so even though you were scared you were gonna love him anyway.

© 2023 hoonven, all rights reserved. i do not give permission to alter, repost, translate, or plagiarize my works on any platform.

[fagsystem]

*About your hygiene/body odour specifically

I didn't realise others had experienced this too. Maybe someone reading this post will understand this. And if you do I'd love it if you could tick yes on the poll, so I know it's really not just me.

Several times in my life I've been pulled aside by a superior (teacher, trainer, team leader) and had the, 'Now this is going to be a bit embarrassing...' hygiene talk. The you smell like shit and it bothers people talk.

I first had it at 10. I had it again in high school. I have had it three times since starting this job earlier this year and every single time I have done more and more to improve my hygiene. It's mortifying to know that these past few weeks, while I have felt like I was doing good hygiene and smell wise, I smelt like shit. I don't even want to think about how bad it must have been before if it's actually noticeable right now.

And for me it's a mix of being disabled and having been neglected. Honestly more the latter. No one has ever taught me how to do things, I have had to learn all of it on my own. I never built good hygiene habits it's not natural to me. I don't know what I'm doing.

And I've never really spoken to anyone about this. How could I? It's so so so embarrassing. I appreciate the tact that the past few conversations have been approached with, and am so grateful for my TL giving me some genuine, unjudgemental advise and offering just so much kindness.

But the biggest thing this time is he said he is having to speak to multiple people in the team about it. It's not just me.

It's not just me.

It makes sense that this isn't a unique experience. It does, truly. But I always felt so alone in it.

So I ask this both for myself and others feeling alone in this experience

[semper-legens]

98. The Fiery Cross, by Diana Gabaldon

Owned?: No, library Page count: 1412 My summary: 1771, North Carolina. While revolution brews in the air, the inhabitants of Fraser's Ridge settle into their homes and lives. Forewarning of what's to come will prepare the Frasers and MacKenzies for the future, but they have other problems on the rise. Trouble is sparking in the colonies, and as the leader of his community, Jamie Fraser is called to lead his men into battle. Will their family ever find peace - or will war and strife and bitter conflict tear them apart once more? My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

Ah, Outlander. I blame this series for why I haven't read nearly as many books as I usually do this year - just look at that page count! The books are daunting in their size, and yet, here just past the halfway mark of the series, I think they're pretty well-paced. Don't get me wrong, there's a lot of lingering around gossiping with other women or doing the washing or setting up Claire's surgery, but I think the books do an excellent job both of showing the domestic lives of our characters, and of giving breaks in the action, establishing and renewing the status quo, and doing the vital character work needed for a series like this. Sure, the book was a long one, but I always felt the pull to come back and immerse myself in its world and in its story. And while, as in previous volumes of Outlander, I've had some issues with certain aspects of how Gabaldon represents the past, I'm still overall enjoying it and glad that I've stuck with it this long! I can't write about everything that happens in this book, obviously, but here's some of my broad talking points.

Claire and Jamie continue to be a really good team. They work together excellently within their roles as healer and leader respectively. We also have another stable, settled relationship in Brianna and Roger, who get married at the start of this book and raise their son to a toddler throughout the book. Although it's still unknown whether young Jemmy is biologically Roger's kid or the child of Stephen Bonnet, who raped Brianna in the last book, Roger doesn't take any of the opportunities offered to find out. (Claire can test Jemmy's blood to see what type it is, which wouldn't confirm if he was Roger's, but could definitely confirm if he was Bonnet's depending on what the result was.) It's some nice character work, it shows that Roger ultimately wants to raise this kid as his own regardless of the biology, and though he thinks about the idea of having a kid that's definitely biologically his, he respects Brianna's choice early in the book to not have any more children for now.

Speaking of which, Brianna and Claire have some frank discussions about preventing pregnancy in this kind of time period, which is interesting! Brianna is worried about giving birth again without proper hospital care, and Claire warns her that abstinence is the only true preventative - abortificents available in this time period could cause just as many issues as childbirth. It's a very frank and unjudgemental discussion, and refreshing to see! So, too, is Claire's going through menopause throughout the book. It's not something often spoken of in fiction like this, so kudos there! Overall, I really like that this time, we don't have any will-they-won't-they kind of romantic intrigue. It's a personal preference, but I much prefer the domesticity of Claire and Jamie and Brianna and Roger's relationships as depicted here to the passionate young lovers of earlier books. Still, I gotta once again give praise to how all of the characters are allowed to have sexualities and be sexual without narrative judgement.

Claire is an inventor of sorts in this one. She's manufacturing crude penicillin, and has created a microscope that allows her to identify it properly. It's not at the standard of modern penicillin, and she can't inject it, but it helps patients throughout her practice. Claire's doctor skills have been her main strength throughout the novels, and I really appreciate that she's allowed to innovate and invent like this. She's blending both the archetypes of male and female medical professionals - the caring role stereotypical to a female doctor, the innovation stereotypical to a male doctor. And there's a realism to the production of penicillin, too. One patient dies of a suspected allergy to penicillin, which Claire deeply regrets, and it's not a foolproof treatment. But she's doing her best to do well by her patients, and that has to be commended.

I do have some things to say about how these books treat gender, though. Jamie and Roger are consistently depicted as being big, brawny, buff men willing to do rugged outdoor work like hunting and trapping, while Brianna and Claire live in more of a domestic sphere. Jamie and Roger are physically hurt more than Claire and Brianna, with Jamie covered in scars and Roger going through injury after injury (he's almost hanged to death in this one!). I don't remember an instance where the women are physically harmed in the same way. However, I don't mean to imply that Claire and Brianna are weak characters, or that they're never allowed to do what might stereotypically be called 'men's work'. Brianna is a better hunter than Roger, for example, and Claire's work is very bloody, plus she ends up killing a buffalo. I suspect a hint of romanticism is taking place here (I've never been a straight woman, but shirtless scarred Scotsmen with rippling muscles sounds like the sort of thing Gabaldon might be into) and there's nothing inherently wrong with that, it's just that an element of the stereotypical starts creeping in here and there, and it's very noticable. And again, some of it is due to the setting and to the fact that, enlightened though they may be, most of the characters are from the 1770s or 1960s. It's just worth noting as something I've seen creeping in here and there; the men are Rugged, the women are Harried and Domestic.

And finally, some of my major continuing criticisms. Gabaldon keeps dropping the ball when it comes to race. It's notable that, with five books in the series so far, and three of them fully or partially set in the American colonies, there's very few main characters of colour. The best there are Jamie's aunt Jocasta's slaves, Ulysses and Phaedra, but they don't get a lot of focus beyond their role serving Jocasta. We've seen Native Americans, we've seen a man from China, we've seen enslaved and free black people, but we seen them mostly in passing - none of them join the main cast. I don't think this is a conscious bias on Gabaldon's part, but it could very well be an unconscious one. Claire's friendship with a Native medicine woman happened largely off-screen, so to speak, as did Jamie and Ian's hunting parties with Native people. Roger, in this one, is saved from the fire by a group of Maroons (escaped slaves), but they're portrayed as intimidating, and the only member of their group to speak or get focus is a white woman that Claire and Jamie previously met. Ian living with Native people is likewise portrayed as a sad thing (though mostly for Ian's separation to his family than anything else) and while Claire and Brianna refuse to be enslavers, they aren't really doing much for the enslaved people whose labour they utilise when visiting Jocasta. Claire does attempt to help Phaedra's mother Betty who takes ill, but it ends up smacking of white-saviourism more than anything.

Again, I don't think this is something Gabaldon is doing consciously - and in fairness, there's a lot of positives to how she portrays people of colour! Ulysses, Phaedra, and the Native people Claire and Jamie interact with are portrayed with as much humanity and character as the minor white characters, and while the white characters are often racist in their thoughts and beliefs, the Native communities that we see are shown to be villages and towns the same as the white towns. At one point a local Native community asks for Jamie's help hunting a bear, and they work together well. I just think that Gabaldon could have put a little more thought into how she was portraying the non-white characters. Narratively, it's fine if these white characters from the 1700s are somewhat racist. But when the narrative itself is upholding stereotypes of the intimidating and dangerous Maroons, the savage Native people, the docile enslaved people, that's when eyebrows need to be raised, and I don't think that Gabaldon did enough to subvert these stereotypes when they arose in her story. I think that these books could have benefited from more major black or Native characters, and perhaps some consultation from black or Native historians. It's close to being better, and that's the frustrating and disappointing part about it.

Next, a she-wolf of Pompeii walks the streets.

[mistle10]

Baizhu x Fem!Reader with sexual discomfort

This goes out to my friends with these issues ♡

Rating: very light nsfw, fluff, headcanons with story format

Pairing: Baizhu x fem!reader with female parts

CWs: mentions of medical scenarios and terms, sexual discomfort, reproductive health issues, sexual tightness NSFW will be under the read more marker!

Baizhu is without a doubt familiar with the struggle of chronic health problems. He's always been open about discussing them, however, the problem you've been facing is a bit... personal, and you can't help but be self conscious.

Whenever the two of you become more intimate, you always find excuses to stop. Your stomach hurts, you left something boiling, you think you hear a rare bird outside...

Needless to say, your excuses becoming so outlandish makes him a bit curious.

"If you are not comfortable doing such things, I wish you would come forth and let me know," he tells you, voice full of sympathy. You laugh and say you're just not ready, then quietly excuse yourself.

One day, when trying to tend to yourself, you realize you can't take it anymore. Every time you've tried to put even a finger inside, the pain is so bad that you have to stop and lie down. Plus, whenever your period comes around, the cramps are so bad that you're basically paralyzed. And so, you have to go to the pharmacy.

ANYONE but him. If anyone but Baizhu could be working today, it would be great, but unfortunately, by the time you see him at the counter, the bell has already rung, and he turns around to face you.

"Ah, (y/n), what brings you in today?" He asks, offering a gentle smile. "Another headache?"

"Is there another um, doctor in today that I can talk to? A female doctor?" You ask, and can't help but be a bit embarrassed. You know you're probably the luckiest girl ever, having a boyfriend who is a doctor, but you want to take away from his stress, not add to it.

He's not naive. He understands it's a reproductive problem. But unfortunately, he's the only person in, and as much as you COULD wait, you think it's probably more important to see someone.

Before you know it, you're back in his office.

After a short explanation, stumbling over your words, he thinks for a minute. "How long has this been going on?"

You don't really know, truthfully, which you're honest about.

He gets up from his seat, grabbing a book from the shelf, and you can't help but be nervous about what his response will be.

"Now unfortunately, I believe that there isn't quite a treatment in terms of specialized medicine, since it seems like your problem is with the muscles. However, physical therapy like pelvic floor exercises and pain-relieving medications can be of great help. It's not an uncommon issue, you don't need to feel self-conscious about it," he goes on about it, and part of you is relieved that he's so insistent upon separating work and home. Here, he's just your doctor.

He sends you off on your way with a few pages of information, as well as a topical pain medication, but of course, the two of you meet later that night, after he gets off of work.

He sighs as he sits at his desk, looking over the same book from earlier. "I hope you aren't embarrassed at all," he spoke, clearly talking about earlier. "I just wish you would have come to me sooner about it, whether that be as your boyfriend, or just your doctor." He explained.

He was actually starting to get worried about your lack of intimacy perhaps being his fault, since he was always working. But he makes it very clear that he is willing to work on it with you. Though you're still a little embarrassed, it helps a lot that he is so open and unjudgemental about this.

That night ends with a sweet kiss, and a cuddle before bed, and both of you are glad that you'll finally be able to start trying treatments.

Whenever you're having troubles with cramping during your cycle and you're both at home, he's eager to help and attentive, fetching you whatever you need like a hot water bottle or pain meds. He's even willing to help massage your lower abdomen.

NSFW under the cut!!

Of course, it's a slow and arduous process, trying to work on the pain during intimacy in particular. Your clit is fine, so that's really all you can stomach for a while, but it's penetration that really hurts.

He's a slow and very thorough lover, even if he normally seems like one cough would turn him to dust. He always makes sure you're comfortable above all else.

He likes to sit you between his legs, with your back against his chest, and wrap his arm around you to your front. He works his fingers over your clit and his lips over your neck until you're more than wet and relaxed enough, before laying you down so that you can begin.

His fingers are longer, and more slender than yours, so trying to get used to his inside is much less painful than your own. Of course, it helps that he knows what he's doing more than you do. He's been studying that book like crazy just to help you.

When you're having too much trouble relaxing, he'll lay between your legs and use his mouth, with lots of breaks for both of you of course.

Of course, there are really good days just as there are bad days.

eventually, you finally feel prepared to take him. Of course, there's the usual hour or two of foreplay and preparation; he's nothing if not thorough, but eventually, its in, and it's almost entirely painless.

I must reiterate; he is a very slow and sensual lover. He will make damn sure that you feel amazing, as by now he already knows all of your erogenous zones and sweet spots and pays them lots of attention.

After finally finishing together, you lay together to regain your energy, as sex is always quite strenuous of an activity for him. It makes your heart swell with how attentive he is.

[kazoo-the-demjin]

hi i really like your blog, fulfills all my aftg needs! You also have a very interesting opinions, so would you like to share them on andrew with kids? if you're okay with that!! have a nice one

Andrew is surprisingly good with kids, which means the kids are fond of the scary-one-of-the-lot, which isn't so surprising if you consider:

He does not sugarcoat shit for them. He will outright refuse to answer questions that he thinks are not appropriate, and when the kids ask "why?" it's because he replies with "Because I said no" that the kids understand how simple it is to receive answers better than their parents.

They understand a lot about the world with Andrew. The parents either try to 'let them enjoy childhood', or try to oversimplify the way the world functions. Andrew keeps shit short and crisp and the kids actually have more time to think about it themselves and ask questions, without being dismissed as 'just kiddos'.

They love meaningless conversations with him because it feels so much like a real conversation and not sermons.

They say shit they would never in front of anyone else because Andrew is so unjudgemental (mostly, but it's not like he keeps it against them).

Another thing, which probably Kevin's child would love more about Andrew: he never uses other conversations as threats or bad examples. Kevin would definitely have the habit of mentioning the their previous acts and/or statements to show how naive they are, maybe just to make them aware they're not adults and should always request supervision, but Andrew will never do that. Knowing how much that would annoy the kids and rob them of their freedom of speech and being stupid. He will not want them to inculcate the fear of making mistakes.

Andrew never really tries. That's maybe what baffles the foxes more- that Andrew changes nothing about his hostile demeaner and yet the kids are drawn to him. Value him the most anyway. They're drawn to him like marathon runners are to the rest stand.

He's great with real advices.

"Andrew idk what to do." "Go with plan A." ".....no." "Why not?"

And he manipulates them into taking their own decisions all the while teaching how to make efficient ones.

Also:

"It's all so terrible im so bad at this." "Ask for help." "No. I want to do it myself. Others will think im incompetent." "You're still very young. They will have more experience." (Adept in understanding Andrew at this point)"...did you ask for help when you couldn't do things on your own when you were young?" (kind of mad how the kids trick him into telling them about his young self) "...no." "Ha! then why should i?" "Because If I had, i would have done things way better. I know this now. I didn't back then. I suggested this because I know what happens otherwise," "oh."

[screechingcheesecakecheesecake]

I'd like to think that Jack's misandry is rooted from witnessing extreme cases of misogyny throughout his expeditions. Like, he was knowledgeable about curses and unjudgemental about it. He's likely learned a lot even if others see him as naive.

I think the reason why he reacted strongly when Leelathae asked him to protect their daughters is because he know how vile misogyny is and he doesn't want that to happen to his daughters.

But also, he grew up with strange traditions from Pastel Kingdom culture so there are also things he tends to overlook. I think him being chill about many people kinda uhhhh attracted to Jamie is because Jack himself grew up like that and probably thinks that's normal like "Oh yeah thats what it was like for me too nbd"

[sallymae32]

Story that 3 people wanted to see: From Rags to royalty

Rae Meadows was from a small island called Esmard Cay, a place not too far away from Yami. They often went fishing together, which ended up washing them up on the beach of the Clover Kingdom. She was short, but her emerald green eyes were only made brighter by her waist-length pitch-black hair. She may have been chubby, but she still had curves in all the right places. She was known for having no filter, being sarcastic, and speaking her mind. She wasn’t concerned about her manners.

Rae and Yami had been in a relationship since their teens. It didn’t take long for Yami to become the captain of his squad, which led to Rae as his vice-captain. She helped train the squad members, especially Magna since she also had fire mana. Eventually, the entire squad just started calling her mom, which she found sweet. 

Yami and Rae attended a few get-togethers with the other captains, and he thoroughly enjoyed her making fun of the royals, especially Nozel Silva and his stupid braid. Occasionally this set the Silva siblings into a rage, and they almost attacked Rae, but when she amped up her mana, they quickly walked away.

Rae is well acquainted with all of the Magic Knight captains, but the only one that doesn’t drive her crazy is Fuegoleon Vermillion. While she is still very much in love with Yami, who would also hold a piece of her heart, she couldn’t fight the attraction she felt when with the Crimson Lion King. He was so unjudgemental. He didn’t care about her status, about her being a foreigner. None of it seemed to matter to him. In fact, he enjoyed making fun of them as much as she and Yami did. It sounded so odd coming out of the mouth of a royal, let alone one as straight-faced and serious Crimson Lion Kin. He was curious about her mana, though he never tried to get her to switch squads after seeing her strength and control over fire. She could rival even the Vermillions with a little more training.

 She had gotten to know him very well over the years since she attended all of the meetings that Yami didn’t want to attend, which meant she went to almost everything, even the star-awarding festival once the Black Bulls were back at the bottom of the chart. She was privy to information she shouldn’t know since she sat in on captains’ meetings. While it was apparent that most of the captains happened to hate her, she found Fuegoleon easy to talk to and enjoyed their conversations which could range from non-confidential missions to their squauds’ shenanigans. While it made some captains uncomfortable, they all knew Yami would tell her everything anyway. They often complained about all of the duties that came with being a captain, knowing she did most of the office work while Yami sat on his ass reading a newspaper and smoking like a chimney. 

“Has Nozel always had that braid? It’s fucking ridiculous! How can anyone take him seriously? Can he even see with that damn thing in his face, or is he just really good at guessing where his opponent is?” Rae laughed one night.

“Believe it or not, he grew out his bangs when we were teenagers to have that braid. I believe his exact words were, ‘Now no woman will ever say no to me.’”

“I call bullshit!”

“I swear! That is exactly what happened!”

“What about that shitty attitude? I know it’s not fully genetic since Noelle is actually a decent person.”

“My rival and his siblings do have very…difficult…personalities,” Fuegoleon

sympathized.

“Oh please, him trying to be your rival is like Asta trying to use magic.”

“What is that troublemaker up to these days?” He asked, dodging the compliment. 

“Same old same old. Taking on too many missions, constantly getting hurt, and busting his ass to clean the house when he’s not allowed to go on missions. The boy is going to work himself into the ground before he’s our age.”

“How did the last dungeon mission go?”

“Very few casualties. The squad is FINALLY learning how to work together better. What about your little cubs? How’s Leo doing?”

“My cubs,” he said, rolling his eyes,” Are doing great, training hard. As for Leo, his talent is almost on par with my own. A few more years, and he’ll be ready to be vice-captain.”

“Good to hear. I always liked that little scamp the few times I’ve seen him. That kid deserves it. Hey! See if you can talk your sister into taking me on her hotsprings trip this year! I’ve always wanted to go!”

“I’ll be sure to pass the message along.”

“What message?” his big sister asked as she rounded the corner.

“I was just asking him to let you know I’d like to go on one of your infamous hot springs trips. The Bulls wouldn’t stop raging about it a few years back.”

“Consider yourself invited!”

“Thanks, Mereolona! I look forward to it!”

“It’s not like you’ll be hard to find. You’ll probably already be living here by then, saving him from marrying that bitch from the Heart Kingdom.” 

Before you or Fuegoleon could object to her statement, the subject was quickly changed, and Rae returned to the Black Bulls hide-out. 

After attending a meeting where some of their squad members were getting promoted, Yami started to get worried about how well Rae got along with the Lion King, his subconscious telling him that the royal would take the love of his life. When they returned, Yami practically pounced on her the moment walked into the living room, pinning her up against the wall. He kissed her deeply, then down her neck, physically trying to express his love since he wasn’t so good with words. After getting a few comments from people in the area, he growled and threw Rae over his shoulder.

“Leave us the hell alone for the rest of the night. Anything you hear, you keep your mouth shut about or leave,” he told their squad. When they reached their room, Rae was thrown unceremoniously onto the bed before her clothes were practically ripped from her body. Yami continued kissing down her neck before he started playing with her large breasts. He took turns on each hard nipple before running his hands up and down her body while he looked into her eyes. She smiled at him, knowing this was how he was showing her he loved her. He grinned down at her before moving her properly on the bed. He quickly disappeared between her legs, eating her out, one of his favorite things to do.

“Damn, baby, you’re already soaked…I hope it's for me and not that damn stuck-up Lion King.”

“It's always for you, Yami. You’re the only one who can make me feel this good,” Rae groaned as Yami licked a long strip up her pussy before focusing on sucking on her clit. He didn’t stop lapping at her pussy until he needed air.

“You always taste so damn good,” he said before diving back down like she was the last meal he would ever have. It didn’t take long before she was moaning his name and pulling on his hair.

“Fuck Yami! I’m gonna cum!” Rae yelled after a few minutes after his digits had joined the party

“That’s it, baby girl, cum all over my face,” he said, doubling his efforts. Soon, Rae was granting his wish while screaming his name. “God, you taste amazing when you cum…bet the Lion King would never do this for you.”

Rae put a complete halt on sex for the rest of the night after that. 

“Why do you worry about him so much, Yami?” “Because he’s going to steal you away from me! I saw you being all fuckin’ buddy-buddy with him when Luck, Grey, and Magna got promoted!”

“For fucks sake, I go to all the damn meetings at the capitol for you, and I need someone to talk to! You know those damn things go on forever, and he’s literally the only person there but Julius I get along with! “Then talk to Julius!”

“He’s always too busy! You’re so fucking insecure. We’ve been together since we were 18! Literally TEN YEARS! Do you honestly trust me that little?”

“It’s not you I don’t trust. It’s him. I see the way he looks at you, Rae.”

“Well, get your eyes checked because we are nothing but FRIENDS, Yami Sukehiro. Get the thick head of yours out of your ass and stop being so fucking paranoid. Hell, the two of you would actually get along great if you’d give him half a chance.”

“Why would I give that all high and mighty bastard a chance? He’s just like all of those other assholes.”

Rae scoffed at that. “No, Yami, he’s not. Why are we even having this conversation? It’s ridiculous. You know me better than this.”

“You think I haven’t heard the rumors? I’ve heard that the two of you are awfully chummy at meetings.”

“Then start going to them yourself! It’s not my job! Damn it, Yami, why are we even having this conversation?”

“We’re having this conversation because I’m a paranoid, jealous asshole who doesn’t want to lose the love of his fucking life.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Yami unless you keep treating me like I’m cheating on you for being friends with some other guy.” 

“Okay, I’ll try.”

LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD KEEP GOING

[herecomesaspecialghoul]

15 for ask game

((15- what is their favorite genre of music?))

((Oh, Special will listen to anything. An. Y. Thin. G. He's listened to genres you can't even begin to imagine. He's bought handmade CDs from aspiring street musician and swiped boxes of cassettes from estate sales. In my headcanons ghouls aren't born and don't have families or lineages, they simply Are, so Special is endlessly fascinated with the art that humans create and share with one another- especially music, obviously. He loves listening to it all!! He might decide something sucks and put it away somewhere so no one ever endures it's crimes again, but he will give everything an unjudgemental, honest listen first. ))

[doberbutts]

Hello this is the same anon that finds your existence a massive relief because I felt like I was going insane

Here is a tale of a time the internet made me feel insane

Do you know the Webtoon Boyfriends? Basically, I don't get involved in much discourse and I don't have a big social circle, so I didn't know anything about it. I heard about the Webtoon when it was mentioned in a One Topic At A Time video. I loved the art style so much, so I went to check it out.

If you don't know, it's a cute fluffy slice of life about four college-age boys in a poly relationship. There is some extremely minor plot about them figuring out how to navigate being poly, and learning more about each other and supporting each other, but it's very plot light. It's mostly just them hanging out and going on dates and getting into mild college shenanigans, nothing much happens.

Anyway, I read the whole thing in one night and really loved it! It was so sweet and relaxing to read. The characters were surprisingly nuanced for such a "nothing much happens" sort of story. They are archetypes, ie rich guy goth ect, but then these archetypes are subverted in subtle ways to make them more well rounded characters, ie the goth always emotionally supports others and never opens up about his own issues, the rich guy struggles with expressing affection, ect.

So. While I was reading this, I was thinking all good things, right? I was like, "aw neat, this is such great positive poly representation, it's normalising it whilst not completely ignoring its differences and uniqueness, oh cool this character is trans!" Ect ect.

And. There was my favourite character! The Nerd archetype! I really really liked him and related to him a lot. Boyfriends isn't a sex-focused Webtoon but it does acknowledge the existence of sex, and Nerd is the one who a lot of the sex stuff was explored through. Without oversharing, I felt like I very much related to his relationship with sex, and it was really comforting to see someone with the same sexual preferences as me portrayed in a positive and unjudgemental way.

So anyway, I assumed such a beautifully-drawn Webtoon must have a big fandom, so I decided to go and engage with that fandom.

This is when I found out that the Webtoon Boyfriends is universally hated and that Nerd is the most hated character because he "fetishises mlm relationships and is a cliche". I was seeing such horrible things about him, people saying he was annoying and he should die, really severe stuff like that. Now basically, people were saying this because he likes to be submissive. Which I would most definitely consider a red flag for mlm fetishisation, IF it applied to the other boys in the polycule as well. But it... doesn't? None of the other boys in the polycule act like "doms" or "subs", they are just "normal" about sex. That's just what Nerd is into, or at least that's how I understood it while reading it and before seeing the criticism. It feels like people were so desperate to find a target to accuse of fetishisation, that they forgot to acknowledge that, shocker! Some gay men actually do have a submission preference just because that's how people be sometimes, and including a character with that preference in a piece of media does not automatically make that media problematic.

I don't know anything about Boyfriends except that it was made by a trans guy who apparently said nigger on a message board when he was like 15 and has since apologized for it. I'm not really interested in polycule stuff because that's largely not how my own attraction works. Sorry, I can't really relate to any of this.

[meikuree]

a soul to rely on

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends) Additional Tags: Mid-Canon, Relationship Study, Developing Relationship, Song: Alone Pt. II (Alan Walker) 

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In the after-hours of their laboratory meetings, Viktor tinkers with their Hextech tools, and Jayce watches him, mesmerised.

  In the after-hours of their laboratory meetings, Viktor tinkers with their Hextech tools, and Jayce watches him, mesmerised.

 His hands work at the hinges of a contraption intended to channel, or direct the volatile frenzy of their hex crystals more smoothly—a shift in the balance of gravitation or energy flow from the rune sequences—and it is as though the room has held itself still, drawing the curtains of all noise up to usher in the focused arrays of his mindwork, his gadgetry. Since Councillor Medarda began bankrolling their enterprise, there’s been more space for playful testing in the safe hemisphere of nightfall, but Viktor still surpasses the upper bounds of overtime hours for inventors with regularity.

It strikes Jayce, not for the first time, how tireless he is.

 All scientists need a degree of dedication, it’s true, but Viktor’s lies on another plane entirely; his unjudgemental curiosity and creativity like a coursing engine embedded within his own self, intertwined with his blood and body like helix strands. Taken into the atoms of his breathing, it practically sets his whole self aglow. To Jayce, it’s an animate spirit, something Viktor just does instead of needing to strive for it. Nearly mystical. His partner lives and breathes discovery. 

 It’s only been a few months since they began collaborating as partners, but Jayce counts himself lucky, to be able to work so closely with him. See the quiet sides to Viktor, the ones cloistered away and illuminated in the blue-lightning dark of their private experimental paradise, stolen from under Heimerdinger’s nose. The sides that nobody else does. His focus is unwavering, admirable.

 Jayce doesn’t always meet eye-to-eye with him. Viktor has an unflinching armour of pragmatism, an ability to keep a level head where Jayce would fall to the ground in despair and cradle his blueprints to his chest, fretting over weeks of wasted work. Jayce still remembers their first meeting at the rooftops, debris and rubble surrounding them. But Viktor had given his sincere yet objective offer of generosity. A hand extended, promising to shoulder the burden of unveiling magic’s potential together. The leap of faith Viktor had deigned to make towards him, when nobody else would. They have the sort of camaraderie found only among intellectual equals. Priceless beyond measure.

 Now, at this hour, Viktor is peering at the parts and components strewn on his table with an analytical gaze, scientifically serious. But not so serious, not yet, Jayce knows, that he’ll refuse a drink. A short—shot—break. He chuckles privately at his own joke. He’s tired, but being in Viktor’s presence lifts his spirits somehow.

 “Why don’t you join me?” Jayce says from the desk opposite Viktor’s, and preemptively pours out some wine from a bottle—gifted to him by Mrs Kiramman—into two small cups. Heimerdinger’s laboratory is outfitted with luxury, and they’re finely made, with gold leaf ringing the rims. It’s just what he and Viktor deserve. “Let’s have a sip of wine. We’ve been working hard. Alcohol helps your mind, or so I’ve been promised.”

On cue, he lifts his cup in invitation, smiling with a bright glint of teeth. Good-naturedly conspiratorial.

 “That information of yours must have come from dubious sources,” comes Viktor’s quip, but he doesn’t say no, and Jayce catches sight of the moment he unspools himself from a microscope, the slide upon which he was testing some wires. Slowly rises and stretches up to his full height, fetching his cane.

He walks over, and sits next to Jayce at the recreation-designated desk, accepting his cup. There’s the faintest hint of a smile on his catlike face, one he doesn’t seem to be trying too hard to disguise, beneath his unflappable calm.  

     When you want to change the world, don’t ask for permission, Viktor had said. What a revelation Jayce had found it to be, at the time. Now Jayce sidles closer to him, in unspoken assent, a dawning closeness like the natural force of magnetism, with no need for permission. The universal application of Viktor’s advice to him, like scientific law.

 He touches his hand to Viktor’s. Mostly to look at the scabs and calluses gathered on Viktor’s palms from the fruitful task of working with devices and machinery, Jayce tells himself, but also because his reassuring warmth feels good. It’s a reminder that underneath all their efforts to harness Hextech, there is a real beating heart. That of their belief in each other.

 He’d been at his lowest point when Viktor found him. But now, Jayce recognizes this: that all you need is a pair of eyes who see you for what you are—the promise behind your far-flung ideals—to make all your sacrifices and pain worth it.

 He clinks his cup with Viktor’s now, in cheers. Delights in Viktor’s small smile, the partway joy of savouring the drink lighting up his face. He’s not alone in his mission. Not as long as Viktor is by his side.

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

yeah my last reblog of this in dec my tags about my own headcanons went along those lines

‘#my headcanon is mij started the ball rolling with the alphas and medics he trained...and then the vod'e sliced the medicorps and whoever else #and worked the rest out from there #the medics have a database they keep updated with stories and reports from vode who come to them #with info on like 'this is how you handle a nautolan's double dick' etc etc #but yeah like I don't think skirata was exactly a well of unjudgemental and sex positive sexual health advice Imao #and I feel like gilamar would be truing to teach them what will prevent them from dying (or killing anyone else) but like consent and stuff #but also I agree with the people who say the jedi have a very comprehensive sex ed for their padawans. it makes sense that they would. #and I like to think the medicorps and educorps have a really awesome guide out there for free #they'd be begging people to read it so they didn't need to treat so many stis and teach so many kids who could have been prevented by #wrapping it up Imao #anyway if you haven't guessed from my last fic #I have thoughts about this subject

Imao #star wars meta #star wars headcannons #alien fucking is just fucking in the gffa’

so yeah I can see the kaminoans being like ‘well our teenagers don’t have any issues with pregnancy and it clearly because we don’t tell them about it, and not because of any other reason so this will work and if not we can chemically castrate them, there is nothing wrong with this thinking’ where as mij who has been a doctor for too long for that nonsense is like ‘wrap it, rig a kriffing forcefield, I don’t care! just don’t die of preventable venereal diseases or get some poor sentient pregnant!!!’

someone had to teach the clones sex ed and our options are aliens, space monks, and some bounty hunters who were game to cut ties with friends and family for 10 years with no explanation (excellent at healthy relationships)

[strawberryjamsara]

i can't understand people who look at the royals bad end and go "omg its so 🥺 they're all so happy🥺" cause I literally had to read what happens on wiki cause i couldn't stomach watching a video and just (basically) betraying akechi like that also the way maruki talks about akechi "being able to atone" and shido still being in jail means that like in his perfect world akechi was still forced to be an assassin?

i also think its really weird that this perfect world has like joker... still in tokyo yknow? like if it was perfect he would of never had to transfer in the first place🤔so like does he still get arrested? deoes he still form the phantom thieves?

this also just mainly how i read it but during like the start of the 3rd sem when jokers like trying to get back the other phantom thieves, what i saw was joker seeing his friends in these perfect lives(without him) and then backing off?? like we could of been given a way to hang out with them (maybe even to try and swing the player into thinking its okay?) but joker doesn't.... and idk where im going with this

I feel like… There’s so much fridge horror to Bad End Royal. There’s the fact Sumire Yoshizawa is effectively dead and her corpse is walking around with her sisters face. Maruki didn’t even bother reviving her sister for his perfect reality because Sumi felt too insecure around her so obviously the solution is letting her rot in the ground.

Akechi’s entire personality has been rewritten to be the perfect pleasant boy. Maruki just took away everything he was to make him a little trophy husband for Akira. How sick is that?

Yusuke and Haru are back with their abusers. I know the game likes to play it up that Haru’s dad was such a great guy but they sure don’t do that for Madarame! They’re both with the people who abused them forever but those people are just good now.

In fact lots of bad people have been redeemed. Maruki zaps them with the redemption ray because they’re good now but oh- oh. Shido is the one who shut down his research. And he’s still in jail. Yeah I definitely trust this man to be our caring unjudgemental god.

There’s the people who hit slumps in their career who Maruki changed the entire passion and life goals of. He can just change what you want.

Also Makoto’s dad is a cop. And he’s alive and well. So I’ll let you connect the dots on that one.