#husband works for the guy and that they have kids

[iconchae]

TOUCH ME NOT ➽ S.JY | 18+

PAIRING: husband ! jake × wife ! afab reader. GENRE: smut with little plot. SYNOPSIS: you were at a family gathering with your husband but he couldn't resist touching you and you definitely didn't expect it to end up in a complicated situation. WARNING(S): fingering, teasing, semi public setting, cumming inside, daddy kink (sort of?), pet names, smut, mdni, established relationships, not proofread. WORD COUNT: 1.7k masterlist.

In the opulent, dimly lit drawing room of the grand estate, the annual family gathering was in full swing. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meats, sweet desserts, and the subtle perfume of fresh flowers adorning the room. Your in laws and your parents engrossed in a deep conversation, which could range from politics to just the latest gossip going around... and right now, they were probably wondering when you and Jake would start trying for kids.

You, dressed in a ravishing, deep plum gown that hugged your curves like a second skin, were engaged in polite conversation with an elderly aunt. Your husband, Jake, sat beside you, his hand resting possessively on your thigh beneath the table. You tried pushing his hand away, subtly even, but the guy wouldn't even budge since his hand would eventually end up even closer than where it was before.

As you laughed at an anecdote shared by your aunt, Jake's fingers began to subtly dance along your inner thigh, his touch light and teasing. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you glanced at him, catching his gaze for a fleeting moment before looking back at your aunt. “So, how did it go then?” you couldn't help but ask, making sure not to react to your husband's touch.

But Jake seemed to be in a different mood, his brain working overtime to restrain him from doing something inappropriate in front of everyone but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, as it inched closer to your heat, his fingers gently caressing the lace of your panties. And his lips immediately curved upwards in a smirk upon feeling the dampness against the tip of his thumb.

“It was great but the entire event was boring.” She answered, sighing heavily in disappointed as she recalled the evening of the last family gathering. And you could swear you could describe today's family gathering with the same statement.

But right now, that was none of your concern. Your heart raced as you continued the conversation, trying to maintain composure despite the growing arousal between your legs and Jake’s touch didn't help at all. “And how is work treating you, dear?” your aunt asked, her eyes warm with curiosity. She was completely unaware of the inner turmoil you were facing.

“It's been... challenging,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You tried so damn hard to control your expressions as Jake’s fingers rubbed you over the thin lace. And soon they slipped inside, pushing your panties to the side before his fingers stroked your outer lips. He spread your wetness around, a cruel smirk over his face as if he enjoyed watching you struggle.

You clenched your jaw, struggling to keep a straight face while your husband slowly circled your clit with his fingertips. Your hand immediately reached for the glass placed on the table, fingers wrapping around it tightly. It was as if you were afraid to spill water due to the fact that Jake’s hand was still stroking you, painfully slow, almost teasing.

Jake's touch was confident, his rhythm purposeful. He knew your body like the back of his hand, each caress sending waves of pleasure through you. You crossed your legs, trapping his hand in place as you squirmed silently in your seat, desperate for more but Jake, he definitely didn't want to give you what you wanted this easily.

His lips curved into a wicked smile as he continued to pleasure you beneath the table. “Are you alright, dear?” your aunt asked, her brow furrowed with concern upon noticing your sudden discomfort. You nodded, your breath hitching in your throat as Jake's fingers inched towards your hole, and then slipped inside you with ease, slowly pumping in and out with no care whatsover.

“I just... I just ate something that didn't agree with me,” you lied, your grip tightening around the armrests of your chair. Your husband's skilled fingers were driving you to the brink, and it took all your self-control not to moan out loud as he curled them to find the spot that would make you call out his name.

“You should go lie down,” she suggested, patting your hand comfortingly over the table. “No, no, I'm fine,” you insisted, your words clipped as Jake started massaging that magical spot inside you, making you lean back in your chair in helplessness. Your hips bucked silently against his fingers, biting your lower lip to stifle a whimper.

You knew you had to leave. Cumming here, with the in laws and your parents nearby sounded like a embarassing nightmare that you wanted to avoid so badly and so, you did what any sane person would do.

“Please, excuse me,” you murmured, rising abruptly from your seat. Your face flushed, and your breath ragged, you fled the drawing room amidst murmurs of concern. Jake rose languidly from his seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he followed you discreetly after giving out a excuse that he wanted to ‘check up on you’.

You stumbled into the powder room, your knees weak and your heart pounding. Your hand instinctively adjusted your panties from under your skirt. A shiver ran down your spine once the door clicked shut behind you as Jake slipped inside, locking it firmly. He pinned you against the vanity, his hands gripping your thighs and hiking up your dress.

“You were so eager to run away.” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His eyes bored into yours as he stepped between your spread thighs, his erection straining against his tailored pants. “Well, now we can finish what we started.” He reached down and unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking loudly in the small room.

You watched, transfixed, as he slowly unzipped his pants and freed himself. His hand wrapped around his thick shaft, pumping slowly as he stepped closer, the pink mushroom tip already leaking pre cum was enough to make your throat dry, the heat of his body radiating against your bare thighs. “Wrap your legs around me, darling” he growled, his voice laden with desire, trying his best to keep quiet and not bring in unwanted attention.

Without hesitation, you complied, locking your ankles behind his back as he hoisted you up against the vanity. The cool surface pressed against your back as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock teasing your folds, smearing his precum against your pussy. Your wetness joining his pre cum to collect on his eager tip. “Look at yourself in the mirror, honey” he commanded, his breath hot against your ear.

You turned your head to gaze at your reflection - flushed cheeks, parted lips, and dilated eyes. Behind you, Jake's reflection showed a man on the brink of control, his jaw clenched and his eyes locked onto yours. “Now, watch us,” he hissed, as he slowly pushed into you. But stopping as soon as his head disappeared in you.

“please, more” you begged him, hoping he'd comply. Your reflection showed every emotion playing across your face - surprise, pleasure, desire - as he took pity upon you and sank deeper and deeper, until he was fully seated within you. He began to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that made your breath catch in your throat even though this was nothing new for you.

The sound of your bodies coming together filled the powder room, a wet, slutty noise that only served to turn you on more. His hands gripped your ass, lifting you slightly as he pounded into you, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. “getting all needy for daddy, are you?” he teased, his voice coming in whispers as he tried his best to stay quiet.

You hummed in response, almost a cry. You bit your lip to stifle your moans, your eyes locked onto the reflection of your bodies in the mirror. The sight of his cock sliding in and out of you was incredibly erotic, and you could feel your orgasm building with each passing second. “Touch yourself for me.” Jake said out, his voice tight with his own impending release.

You immediately did so, reaching down, your fingers finding your clit and circling it rapidly. The added stimulation sent you spiraling toward oblivion, and you felt your inner muscles clench around Jake's cock. “That's it, baby,”

he panted, his movements becoming faster and more urgent as his cock kept hitting all the right spots. “Come for me, now.” His words were enough to push you over the edge, and you threw your head back, a silent cry escaping your lips as you convulsed around him, milking his cock for all he was worth.

Jake's grip on your ass tightened as he drove into you with fierce, powerful strokes. His own orgasm was imminent, and you could feel the tension coiling in his body. “I'm going to fill you up, baby,” he grunted, his cock pulsing inside you. “Take it all.”

With a final, deep thrust, Jake exploded inside you, his hot cum coating your inner walls as he emptied his balls into your greedy pussy. You could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing as he filled you to the brim, his seed leaking out around his shaft and dripping onto the marble floor.

You collapsed against the mirror, your arms and legs trembling with the force of your own orgasm. Jake slid out of you, his softening cock leaving a trail of his cum on your thighs. You turned to look at him, seeing the satisfaction and exhaustion etched on his face as he caught his breath.

“so good” his words were though cut off as a sudden knock on the powder room, followed with a concerned voice shook him off.

“Hello? Is everything alright in there?” the voice belonged to one of Jake’s cousin, Sunghoon. You watched as Jake tried to clean the mess up, he helped you down from the vanity, looking at your disheaveled expression. “it’s fine, we just got into a fight.” Jake lied out confidently.

“I wasn't born yesterday, clean the mess up and come out. I'd be more than happy to be an uncle soon.”

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[fandomxo00]

Ok but imagine:

Having a family with worst!Logan

You held your newborn in your arms as you glanced around the room with a full feeling in your heart. You never thought that was going to be your reality, you thought that your long-standing crush on the wolverine died with him. Back then you were just too young for him, still much younger than your now husband. The two of you are closer in age, though it didn’t really matter. You would’ve loved Logan in every universe. This Logan was rougher around the edges, he claimed he was no hero, but in your book he was. He swooped in loving you unconditionally, without even trying or thinking he changed for you. But he never felt more like himself in your arms, with your two-year-old toddler in his lap while he sat at the dinner table with his found family.

As much as Wade got on Logan's nerves, he had given him a whole lot. You'd found Wade after years of being alone, having a run in with X-Men, where you had to flee. Deadpool was working with them at the time and wound up quitting that time because he wanted to besties with you. You found him ridiculously annoying, but he found you annoying too, the perfect pair of friends who annoyed the shit out of each other. You'd gotten on Logan's nerves as well but you grew on him in a different way than Wade had. He couldn't help but fall in love with you, giving in to you even though you were much younger than him. Logan knew about your past with this universes' Logan but he didn't care. After all the time you've had together, he knew your feeling for him were genuine.

Logan never thought he would have one kid, let alone three, four if you counted Wade. Though Laura was an adult now, she stayed at the flat once in a while to help out with your son, James. She was staying with you again when you gave birth to Anna. She was an amazing big sister, bonding with her father and you. Getting the family she had always wanted, even if it had taken awhile. Laura knew it wasn't because no one wanted to love her, they just didn't know where she was. Logan tried his best with her, having difficulty trying to be a good guy for her. Both you and Laura held him to a high standard, something you'd assume James would do to. Because even with Logan's faults, you could tell he was a good man from the second you met him.

Laura could tell the same thing, even when she was a little girl. Even though his grumpy, dickhead facade he cared deeply about others. It was funny, it was like more you frustrated or drove him crazy, the more he cared about you. Laura was wildly impulsive, something that Logan has had to bail her out of several times. He'd always show up with a stone-walled face, angry as shit, deadly silent before getting back to the house. Logan would ask her to explain, hearing her out before saying his peace.

With you it was different, the two of you bickered so much when you first met. But it was only because you wanted to get close with him, and he wanted to push you far far away. Logan already knew the risk of you having feelings for him if you had feelings for a different version of him. Your feelings for the worst Logan couldn't match the crush you had on the previous. Sure you were in love with him back then, but you couldn't have him. He didn't want you. This Logan did, he let you know how he felt even when he didn't want to. Logan only acted like he didn't want you even though he was yearning. Dreaming about you and thinking about you all the time. To a point that he could no longer resist you, giving in and loving you with all of him.

You gave him everything back, the two of you getting married and getting pregnant. Logan settling down and getting a job at the local lumber factory. Sometimes Logan didn't feel like the life he was living was real. But then you would touch him, seeing his ring on your finger, or when his son would speak to him, now the newest reminder in the form of his youngest daughter. He remembered his Rogue, a girl he'd protect over anything, naming his daughter after her. You were the one naming their son, James.

Logan held your toddler in his arms (instead of dogpool 😭), the boy playing his little action figures of the x-men. You gazed at your son, with the hair brown hair that stuck up, his hair almost mocking his fathers. Your daughter was nestled up to your chest, a binky in your mouth a small little furrow in her brow that reminded you of Logan's. You had a baby blanket made by Wade that she was wrapped in, her fresh baby smell filled your senses, comforting you. You've let others hold her for a little bit but your attached to her, having a c-section this time around. She was in the nicu for a short time, and you were feeling some postpartum depression after you got home. Being in an extreme amount of pain along with having a newborn and a toddler.

Your marriage had definitely been tested, Logan getting frustrated but coming through for you. Holding you through the pain and the fights the two of you had. It's been about a couple months, Anna seemed to grow every single day. You loved seeing your husband holding her, she was so tiny in his big arms. But she already looked so much like him, it warmed your heart. Logan was such a good father, his super hearing would aide him in taking care of the kids at night. His insomnia perfect for fatherhood and for you, taking care of you and then going to work in the morning. He worked so hard for your father, pushing himself and worrying himself silly.

Eventually forcing him to go to couple's therapy with you. The two of you growing closer as you opened up about things you usually wouldn't. Logan telling you more about his past world and everything that he'd been through. Why he felt unworthy of your love and having a family together. It wasn't that he didn't love you completely, because he was deathly in love with you. But you didn't want it to fade because he doesn't work on his mental health. Something you always struggle with but has progressively gotten better as you've aged. He was reluctant at first, because he thought therapy meant it was too late. But you said it doesn't have to get bad to work on it, there's no reason for your relationship to not get stronger. He usually didn't win arguments with you, because a lot of the time you were right.

And it was the reason why you were feeling so good after the last couple hard months. Coming out on the other side with a warm heart, feeling safe in your husbands' arms, feeling fulfilled with your little baby girl in your arms. Your family around you, enjoying each other's company. That night when everyone left, eventually you got the kiddos in the bath, and getting ready for bed. Tucking James into his room and finally putting Anna in her nursey at four months old. You and Logan still had to get up at night, but it was slowly getting better, as she grew bigger.

You finally stumbled into Logan's awaiting arms, tucking your head into his neck. His hands rubbing up and down your back, as you inhaled his familiar scent, making you melt into your husband's arms. Logan held you close, cradling your head with his other hand, before leaning in to kiss your cheek. Your hands came to his face, coming to either side of his face to connect your lips in a soft, messy kiss. Logan hummed into your lips, pulling you in closer by your hips, as his lips slowly moved with yours.

"Why don't you go take a shower?" Logan suggested, as you sighed, kissing him once again.

"Don't wanna let you go."

"I'll show ya a good time after how about that?" Logan teased, his hand coming to pat at your butt.

"You better." You rose your eyebrows, with a little smile on your face as you pointed at his chest before hooking your finger into his shirt and pulling him to your lips in puckered kiss, making you giggle.

tags: @ohtobemare @jessjessmarvelandhp @chronicallybubbly @delicateholland @bubblegumholland @mega-kittyglitter-1

note: these haven't edited tonight, i'm a writing roll so i'm just trying to write write write lmao

[youremyheaven]

Random Mini Astrology Observations: Vedic Edition

Warning: This is just a string of random thoughts lol, don't compare it to my best work on here. It's a bunch of stuff I've had in my drafts and I'm trying to clear it all out

Before I get into this, I just want to say, that whether my observations are positive or negative, it won't apply to every individual who has these placements. 8 billion people exist on this planet, and not everyone will exhibit the same good or bad qualities. I hate having to put this PSA because some people don't get it but yeah "not all Lunars/Venusians/Nodals/Solars/Jup/Sat are going to be the same".

Jupiter influenced men are known for being introverted cutie pies who kinda have that mature-dilf-y vibe.

Obviously, another category of Jupiter men are often loud, extroverted and very outgoing but I've noticed these placements heavilyyyy in celebrities "known" for being private and introverted. They are also often known for being generous and kind hearted.

Prabhas, Vishaka Stellium (Moon, Mercury and Venus)

He is known as "darling star" and brings food that he has prepared at home for everyone on set (he is an actor). He is known for being very shy and introverted but also super sweet, generous and kind.

Sidharth Malhotra, Vishaka Moon

Sid is known for being extremely lowkey which is RARE for a Bollywood actor. He's also quite gentlemanly and charitable

Ratan Tata, Vishaka Moon

He is an Indian billionaire entrepreneur who lives in a small 2bhk apartment and has donated most of his personal wealth to charity. He is known for having led his company in a very humane way (there are lots of controversies and im aware of them but compared to the work culture and quality of life that most other indian companies offer its employees, TATA is in a different league).

Keanu Reeves, Punarvasu Moon (and stellium)

i dont have to explain but Keanu is the king of kindness and generosity

Mads Mikkelsen, Vishaka Moon

unlike his characters, Mads is actually a sweet guy and very private

Adam Driver- Vishaka Sun

he's so private that nobody even knows he's married with a kid

Tom Hanks, Punarvasu Sun

known for being a gentleman and quite modest. the OG nice guy and obviously very private

Ethan Hawke, Vishaka Sun

another lowkey, private guy who is known for being nice

2. Rashmika Mandanna and Surbhi Jyoti, Swati Moon

I find their eye area to be kinda similar?? I know they don't look alike but there are some overarching similarities between them and I think its bc they have the same moon nak.

3. I came across a comment that Akshay Kumar made about Asin and her CEO husband Rahul Sharma.

“He is madly in love with his wife, his child. It’s like he treats her like a goddess.

and guess what?? Rahul is a Purvashadha Sun 🥺😌😌

4. Ashwini natives often have post-apocalyptic dreams

Since its the first nak and is ruled by Ketu and is in complete darkness, symbolically representing the stage before creation (which happens in Bharani), the subconscious mind is susceptible to having really strange, fcked up, war-like dreams/visions. Also bc Aries rashi is ruled by Mars, God of War.

5. every Venusian man I know kinda has a voice kink

6. Many Punarvasus crave for a simple, rustic, relaxed type of life. In fact many famous Punarvasus live on a farm

Kaley Cuoco- Punarvasu Moon

Bretman Rock - Punarvasu Sun

MS Dhoni- Punarvasu Sun

Dennis Quaid, Punarvasu Moon on his ranch

7. Jupiter and Venus are 'Brahmins' or priestly, the Sun and Mars are 'Kshatriyas' or warriors, the Moon is 'Vaishya', or a trader, Mercury is a 'Vaisya', Saturn 'Shudra', or a lower caste and Rahu and Ketu are outcastes.

This is not an observation but just an astrological fact that I thought I'd mention

8. Magha girls are often the spoilt daughters or come from very bougie families where they're the princesses. They might emotionally suffer but materially and otherwise, they're very comfortable

Shruti Hassan- Magha Moon

she has spoken about how rough her childhood was bc of her parents' tumultuous marriage and subsequent divorce but that doesn't change the fact that she's the daughter of Kamal Hassan, one of the biggest stars in the history of Indian cinema

Kiara Advani- Magha Moon

Kiara is from a very wealthy and illustrious family, and she grew up as a much loved, spoilt ish daughter<3

Wonyoung- Magha Sun

Wonyoung is from a filthy rich family and she has said that she grew up very pampered. And that she didn't have an allowance bc whatever she asked for she got. However she became a trainee at 12yrs of age and that journey could not have been easy. Despite being born rich, she's had to go through a lot in life to be where she is today

Aditi Rao Hydari- Magha Moon

she's of actual royal lineage so she's a real life princess but her parents divorced when she was a kid and she grew up with a single mom in delhi and not in a palace

9. DMX- Mula Sun (dog yoni) was obsessed with dogs

The late rapper DMX's relationship with dogs, which seems almost mythical. He was born in 1970 - the year of the Metal Dog, and in his teens he ran away from his abusive household and befriended stray dogs while vulnerable on the streets. He began to gather dogs for protection, intimidation and family, and was sent to prison for stealing a dog (a neglected dog chained up in a scrapyard). In prison, he wrote a lot of his early songs, in which he came up with his "dog" mythology, in which he imagines himself as a monstrous dog-themed gangster who barks and howls. He had a huge tattoo of his favourite dog Boomer on his back. In 2008, his 12 dogs were taken from him by cops after there were reports of animal cruelty - DMX had paid a negligent caretaker to look after the dogs while he was on tour. (The dogs lived out the rest of their lives as therapy animals in a women's prison)

I think its interesting how our yoni animal influences our life

10. As Vighati graha, male planets are: Sun, Mars, Jupiter, Rahu; female planets are: Moon, Venus, Ketu whilst two eunuch planets are Mercury and Saturn. All the standard rules for determination of the sex of the child are applicable, female signs are: Taurus, Gemini, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn and Aquarius; male signs are: Aries, Cancer, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius and Pisces. Exalted planets indicate male issue and debilitated planets indicate female.

11. Mercurial men and Jupiter men are soooo flamboyant, sassy and gender non-conforming

RuPaul- Vishaka Sun & Moon

Elton John- Jyeshta Rising

Jeff Goldblum- Jyeshta Moon

Prince- Vishaka Rising

Jimi Hendrix- Mars in Vishaka atmakaraka

[madreemeritus]

Guys have I ever commented about how both Youtube and Tiktok have the shittiest takes on Stolas? No? Then I will try to comment more often.

"I wonder why Octavia is mean to Stolas" because she's a teenager who doesn't know the truth about her parents' situation or the abuse her father went throught during 17+ years, that's why.

As Stolas antis are unable to recognize the MOST BASIC aspects of the story, let me just remind everything we know about Stolas and his relationship with his family:

(TW: MARITAL RAPE, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND HAVING TO EDUCATE STOLAS ANTIS FOR THE 100TH TIME)

1- emotionally and physically abused by his father

2- forced to marry an abusive person when he was a fucking child

3- raped multiple times by Stella before she got pregnant

4- TEEN FATHER. TEEN. FATHER. You know what a TEEN FATHER means? He was forced to be a father when he. was. A. TEEN.

5- spent 17 years surviving his wife's verbal, emotional and physical abuse FOR HIS DAUGTHER'S SAKE

6- took accountability when he realized his mistakes towards his daughter, and his mistakes were basically trying his best to make his daughter happy while being a literal survivor of parental abuse, domestic violence, SA and social isolation, literally a fucking normal human being trying his best and improving himself

7- is not only teaching her spells slowly and respecting her time, but also raising her as the teenager girl she is, and not as a 'legal adult' full of rich folk bullshit responsabilities as he was raised

"Stolas is a good dad" yes, media illiterate antis, he IS. He raised his daughter with love and care, he shield her from potential dangers (which came from her own mother), took accountability everytime he made a mistake with her, and sacrificed 17+ years in silence, surviving domestic violence, FOR HER. This is what a good parent does; loves, takes accountability and cares for their child, and as someone who has a very shitty dad who actually doesn't respect me or take accountability, I proudly affirm Stolas is doing great. You know what STELLA, an actual terrible parent, does? Abuses her husband in front of their kid and turns Via against her father. This is what a terrible parent does, oh but sorry I forgot she's the cisheteronormative woman who can do no wrong despite doing everything wrong maliciously.

Octavia acting like a teenager is absolutely in-character and justified. She doesn't have to know that her mother is an abuser, and this is why Stolas shield her from this hell, because he wanted her to have a normal fucking life. But the AUDIENCE? Grown adults who KNOW what is happening with Stolas and should understand how basic parenting works, acting like an angry teenager who hates Dada? Now that is just bad faith and urge to justify your hate boner against Stolas with the same stupid outdated arguments that were discussed a thousand times in this fandom.

For a man that was forced to have an abusive wife and a child at his teenage years, yes, he is a good father. He makes normal mistakes like any normal parent does. In LooLoo Land, he (unintentionally) ignored Via's discomfort because he was trying to cheer her up, trying to, as himself said, keep her away from their hostile house — whose hostility is Stella's fault. In Seeing Stars, he DOES NOT ignore Via nor forgot about the promise (he forgot the day, not the promise), he was busy standing up against his ABUSER. He asked for some minutes to finish his phone call, if Via had waited just a little bit longer, he would turn off the phone and listened to her. She didn't, because she's a kid with the trauma of growing up with an abusive mother and a closeted dad, again, in-character and understanding. But grown adults who were supposed to understand what is going on with Stolas having the same behaviour of a kid is hilariously telling a lot about how you react to this show.

Stolas makes the same mistakes Blitzø makes with Loona. Blitzø often infantilizes her to the point of being overprotective, and guess what? He also took accountability, because he, just like Stolas, is a good dad. And just like Lucifer as well. Buuuuut you don't really care about what is or what isnt a good father, you just want to yell about how much you hate Stolas. And the reason why you hate Stolas (at least one of the reasons) is because you can't understand basic shit about him.

Edit: by the way, let me show yall this print. It's so adorable. As irritating as Stolas's "sLaNdErInG" crowd is, the fandom always manage to make everything better. Let's smile more and think about the good things <3

[writeriguess]

If your comfortable with it will you write a poly eraserhead present mic x reader fic, one where the students find out that aizawa is married to yamada and they have a wife then they find out that shinsou and eri are their adopted kids and when the students see pictures of her they call her a MILF thinking he doesn’t know what it means -🧚🏽‍♀️🧚🏽‍♀️

UA High School was always bustling with energy, students dashing between classes, training, and the occasional chaotic mishap. You were used to it by now—being married to two of the most well-known teachers at the prestigious school had prepared you for that. You thought nothing could really surprise you anymore.

You were wrong.

It was a regular Wednesday afternoon, and your day was off to a fairly typical start. You had dropped Eri off at her class and watched Shinsou head toward the general studies building. His purple hair ruffled slightly in the breeze as he waved, and you smiled, feeling content.

Shouta had left for UA early that morning, as he usually did, while Hizashi had stayed back a bit longer, kissing you goodbye in his loud, energetic way before rushing out with a flurry of yellow and green. It was funny how different they were—your husbands. But somehow, you all fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces.

You couldn’t help but smile at the thought as you made your way toward the school for a meeting with Nezu. That smile, however, quickly faded when you stepped into the teachers' lounge.

"Yo, Eraser!" You heard the familiar, booming voice of Present Mic carry from the hall just before you entered the room. "You got a sec?"

"Make it quick," Aizawa mumbled, though you knew that grumpy tone held more affection than it sounded.

You slipped into the room just in time to hear Mic’s usual enthusiastic chatter.

"You left your phone in the training gym," he said, dangling the familiar device in front of Shouta’s face. You watched as Aizawa lazily reached out and took it.

"Thanks," Aizawa said with a half-hearted grunt, but his eyes softened a fraction. He wasn’t one for public displays of affection, but you could always tell the small shifts in his demeanor when Hizashi was around. It made your heart swell every time.

Unfortunately for the both of them, the moment wasn’t as private as they thought.

The door swung open suddenly, and a group of students poured in. Midoriya, Bakugo, Uraraka, Kirishima, and a few others came to a sudden halt when they saw their two teachers standing there, both seemingly caught off-guard. You stood in the corner, mostly unnoticed, as you watched the scene unfold.

"Sensei," Kirishima said, blinking at Aizawa, then at Mic, who was still standing a little too close. "You guys seem…close?"

Aizawa raised an eyebrow. "We work together."

"Yeah, but…" Midoriya started, his eyes wide as he took in the casual interaction between the two heroes. "It’s just that you seem really comfortable with each other. Like, more than just coworkers."

Aizawa sighed, clearly not in the mood for gossip. But before he could dismiss the students, Hizashi, ever the showman, grinned wide and wrapped his arm around Aizawa’s shoulders.

"You figured it out, didn’t ya?" Mic said with a laugh, his sunglasses gleaming. "Me and Sho? We’re married!"

The students collectively gasped, eyes widening like saucers. It was as if the world had momentarily frozen in place.

Bakugo, in true Bakugo fashion, scoffed and crossed his arms. "Yeah, right. You expect us to believe you managed to marry Eraserhead?"

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "I should’ve taken the day off."

But Mic didn’t miss a beat. "It’s true! We’ve been married for years now!" His grin widened even further, if that were possible.

"That’s insane," Kaminari blurted out, his jaw nearly on the floor. "You guys are like, total opposites!"

"That’s kinda the point," you said, finally making your presence known.

All eyes snapped to you, and for a moment, the room fell into stunned silence. The students stared at you, processing your words.

Midoriya was the first to speak. "Wait…you’re…"

"Yes," you said, a smile tugging at your lips. "I’m married to both of them."

Chaos ensued.

"NO WAY!" Mina practically screamed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "YOU’RE MARRIED TO BOTH ERASERHEAD AND PRESENT MIC?! THAT’S SO COOL!"

You chuckled softly, watching as the students bombarded you with questions. They were completely in awe, whispering to each other about how they never noticed. Even Bakugo, despite his usual grumpiness, looked mildly impressed.

But then something else caught their attention.

Uraraka pointed at the picture on Aizawa’s desk—the one of you, Shouta, Hizashi, Shinsou, and Eri smiling together at the park last weekend. "Wait…is that Shinsou? And Eri?!"

"Oh," you said, exchanging a glance with Aizawa, who looked like he was already exhausted. "Yeah. They’re our kids."

"YOU ADOPTED THEM?" Kirishima exclaimed, looking genuinely touched by the news.

"That’s so manly!" he added with a thumbs-up.

"It’s not really a big deal," Aizawa muttered, his tone gruff, though there was a soft undercurrent of pride. "We’re just a family."

"Aw, come on, Sho," Mic chimed in, patting him on the back. "Don’t be so modest! We’re awesome parents!"

The students were still buzzing with excitement, staring at you in awe as if you were some kind of celebrity. Then, out of nowhere, Kaminari let out a low whistle and whispered (not so quietly) to Mina, "Damn, Mrs. Aizawa’s a total MILF."

You froze.

Aizawa froze.

The room went dead silent. Kaminari, realizing too late that he had said that much louder than he’d intended, slowly turned to face Aizawa, who was now giving him a look that could burn through steel.

"I know what that means," Aizawa said, his voice low and dangerous.

Kaminari gulped.

"I—uh—I didn’t mean—" Kaminari stammered, backing up slowly as Aizawa’s glare intensified.

The rest of the class, including Bakugo, stared in horror as the tension in the room spiked. You tried to hide your laughter behind your hand, but Hizashi had no such restraint. He burst out laughing, the sound loud and boisterous as it filled the room.

"Oh man!" Mic wheezed, wiping away a tear. "I love it! You’ve got guts, Kaminari!"

Aizawa, however, didn’t look amused.

"Detention," Aizawa said flatly, his eyes narrowing at Kaminari.

"Aw, come on, Sensei!" Kaminari whined. "It was a compliment!"

"Make it two days," Aizawa replied, crossing his arms.

"Three if you keep talking," you added, giving Kaminari a teasing smile. "But thanks for the compliment."

Kaminari let out a long groan, slumping in defeat.

As the students filed out, whispering among themselves about how they couldn’t believe their teachers were married and had a family, you felt Aizawa’s hand brush against yours. You glanced up at him, and though his expression remained stoic, there was a warmth in his eyes.

"Well," you said, leaning against him, "that went better than expected."

"You’re too soft on them," he grumbled, though the corners of his mouth twitched in the faintest hint of a smile.

"You’re just mad because they called your wife a MILF," Mic teased, coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around both of you.

"Three days of detention," Aizawa muttered, though this time, his gaze softened as it lingered on you.

You couldn’t help but smile. No matter how chaotic things got, this was your family. And you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Requests are open. Send as many as you like at once.

[gatorbites-imagines]

In that case… Could I please request Killer Croc/Waylon Jones with a supringly really attractive boyfriend (like a male version Jessica Rabbit level hot, like it dosen’t even make sense for someone to be that hot) who no one understand how Waylon pulled. Waylon’s boyfriend is very sultry and alluring.

And Waylon roughly breeds his boyfriend doggy style 😇.

Thank u :)

Waylon Jones x Male reader

Headcanons

Guten Abend squad, how is everyone doing? Classes are still running at a max level, and I’m starting to think this is just how it goes. So, time to chillax with some Waylon.

Not as smutty as I would have wanted, but this honestly just built a life of its own and started running.

We see in the comics, or at least in one run, that Waylon does have game and knows how to pull somebody very attractive, so its not too surprising so could pull you. That’s what you think at least, since he’s a great guy, to you.

I imagine you two met after he left the circus, maybe you guys even left together. With Waylon being the circus’s “freakshow” and you only being there as eye candy to sell tickets. With you both being reduced to nothing but your looks, you two find solidarity with each other, and fall in love.

No one ever really took your love seriously back then, just thinking you were using Waylon for protection, since someone as pretty as you couldn’t be safe anywhere.

Insert the “seriously, what do you see in that guy?” “he makes me laugh” scene.

If we go with the verse where Waylon was in Halys circus, then the only ones that seemed to have some version of acceptance of your love was the Grayson’s. it was one of the reasons you two left the circus, having a strong feeling of what had truly happened to them and who caused it.

After leaving the circus, you couldn’t live in the sewers like Waylon. This meant you got an apartment, in the beginning in crime alley since it was cheapest.

You may have been so beautiful it would drive people mad, but you also had a head on your shoulders. So, in the end you set up a legitimate business, maybe you even become something akin to a designer. Mainly because your lover is so big, there’s no other way to get him clothes.

And maybe during your time in crime alley, you stumble upon a scrawny kid who, though he may act tough, still has a light in him. And maybe that kid ends up being batman’s second robin, who remembers how kind you were to him and everyone around you, so he doesn’t go as hard against Waylon.

The past you have with the Grayson’s also means that Dick takes it easier on Waylon, and they even settle down and talk at times. You’ll regularly find the two former robins hanging around your art studio, even years later when they aren’t robin anymore.

Your lover goes to Arkham, a lot. But you never hate him or even argue with him. You’ll just pull up to Arkham in your most beautiful outfit during visitors’ hours and hold Waylon’s hand as you two act like a new married couple, even if it’s been twenty at this point.

And it may have been twenty years, but you just seem to have become more handsome with age, aging like fine expensive wine. You don’t become shrewd or corrupted by the world around you, instead you stay kind and patient. You’re still in Gotham though, so you’ll turn violent if you have too.

No one really believes that Waylon purrs, until you show up and he becomes as meek as a kitten, ready to roll in your manicured hand.

Its no secret that you, one of the most famous designers around, and Killer Croc, are together. But its just such a normal part of everyday life now, that no one really questions it. your works never been dirty, you help those around you, and lift up poor and struggling artists whenever you can. So, what if your husband is tearing up the road trying to bite Batman to bits.

Theres a viral video in Gotham of you stepping out during one of Waylon’s rampages, and just scolding him, wagging a finger in his face and still looking so unbelievably gorgeous as you do so.

And yes, of course your design trademark is crocodile scales, or anything along those lines. You’ll never use real crocodile skin, but you do use the print or shape.

After all this time, people don’t fear Waylon as much as they probably should, all thanks to you. Its kinda hard to fear a guy when you know his boyfriend is unofficially titled the most beautiful man in Gotham, who’s also as giving and kind as the Waynes, whilst being more involved in the nitty gritty, since you still live in Crime Alley.

Someone has threatened Waylon with telling on him to you at least once too, which doesn’t stop him, but it does cause him to freeze and get an “oh shit” expression, long enough for people to run to safety.

Being one of the most skilled fashionistas around also means you have met the Waynes on multiple occasions.

The shared past with Dick and the circus, and Jason, though you don’t remember him as vividly, means you get called on more than most.

As you measure them out and start making designs, conversations flow, and Damian most likely ends up bluntly just asking you why in the world you decided to pair up with Killer Croc of all people.

You correct him in your answer, referring to your husband as Waylon, and then you just start waxing the poetics. Of your shared past, of the deep unshakable love you both share, and how under all his struggles, Waylon truly is an amazing man.

You’ve never confirmed that Dick was Robin, even though it was very obvious. Its not your place to judge how he, or his family, deal with their trauma or whatever they have going on. Your lover swims through the sewers, you can’t really say anything.

A few passing comments are made though, obviously. You tell the Waynes to “take it easy next time they see Waylon, wont you?” with one of your heart shaking winks before you saunter out, ready to start putting together your latest design.

Its kind of an accepted, not really a secret, secret. Its never put into words, and they know that you know, and you know that they know you know. Nothing ends up happening with it though, outside of you making some jokes and judging their hero outfits.

With age you’ve become less sultry and alluring, at least in the way the public can point out as obviously as before. You have simply mastered your field, and know just how to play people around you if you need too.

Though, you didn’t really learn to master it for the public. It’s mainly just for Waylon, so you like to see how his nostrils flare, and when he starts chuffing in the back of his throat when you saunter around in nothing but a silk robe.

The bats know that the first place Waylon goes when he gets out of Arkham is to you. But…they also all know to wait at least a day or two before they come for him. To allow you to spend some time together, but also because most of them have caught of glimpse of you… reunions…

Bruce wont admit it, but he’s at least impressed with you being able to take two of them at the same time, even after all these years. He might note down your many skills somewhere… just in case.

Reunions with Waylon are typically a hot and steamy affair. Or well, as hot and steamy as a guy whose as cold as a reptile can get. There are days where either of you may not be up for it, and then its just cuddles and having some nice domestic time together before he’s taken back to Arkham again.

But when it does get hot, then you are very happy you own the entire building. Waylon can get quite loud, but never as loud as he still makes you even after all these years.

Sure, you’ve learned to handle it more after all this time, but it still makes you squeal when Waylon fits both his shafts inside you at the same time, lifting and moving you around like a doll.

Where Waylon may be rough and violent in every other part of his life, Waylon is slower and much more careful in the bedroom. He doesn’t want to lose his senses and hurt you on accident. You have some very faded bite and claw scars on your body, back from when you first got together, and Waylon likes to remind himself of that.

Sometimes you do want him to be rougher about it, so you pull all the skills you’ve gained over the years. And Waylon is but a man, even with the scales and all, so he can’t resist you for very long. It always ends up with you writhing, face in the pillow that’s stained with your tears and drool or pleasure, as Waylon growls and snarls behind you, his big, clawed hands moving you back and forth with ease.

He always feels a bit guilty about it afterwards, especially seeing how much you leak all over the sheets. Expect to find yourself being pampered and loved on for the next couple of days. Even the bats seem to leave you to it, most likely having heard your cries. You get a feeling the people in the next building heard them too. But you honestly don’t care anymore.

You may have Waylon, and many others, wrapped around your finger, but so does Waylon with you. And neither of you really seem to mind anymore.

[floweringlamb]

Long scenario :33

New law where all trans guys are considered property. I’m sold off, and a rich family picks me out for my youth and virginity, and because my breasts are intact. The wife has two young kids and an older son, but she was recently diagnosed with a condition that would make it dangerous to give birth again, so I’ve been chosen to carry on the work of creating a large family for them.

I wear a shock collar to prevent me from escaping, and it’s also used any time I’m disobedient. The husband roughly fucks me and creampies me every morning, every time he gets home from work, and every night. I try my best to not cry from dysphoria, so that I won’t feel the horrible electricity run through my body for misbehaving. But it’s a terrible feeling, to be seen as simply an object with a female body, to be used however they wished.

Soon enough, the daily pregnancy test I take finally comes back positive, and my poor cunt gets a bit of a rest, though I am still bent over any time the husband needs some relief. Their older son watches curiously, and ends up groping me and asking endless questions about the female body, which is incredibly embarrassing for me.

I walk around the house completely nude, and the mother oversees the progress of my bump, taking many photos and videos of me starting to walk differently with the added weight a few months in. I’m never allowed to leave the house, instead acting as a permanent housewife, cooking every meal, cleaning every surface, and acting as a second mom to the two little kids, helping them with homework and watching them play. I at least got to sit down for every meal at the table, and the mother would coo and feed me the most nutritious bites to make sure her baby would be born nice and healthy.

As the due date became closer on the horizon, I was made to do yoga and stretch to keep my body flexible and in shape. The older son would often watch me stretch, slapping my ass and making crude comments, which made me wet… probably due to the increased pregnancy hormones. In fact, whenever the son or husband decided to fuck me to relieve their tension, it felt incredible.

I even found myself masturbating, something I had never done before. During that, one time I squeezed one of my boobs and a bit of milk spurted out. I notified the mom, who immediately brought out the milking machine, and had me milk myself until I was dry every morning and night. Gallons were collected and frozen, and it was a relief to feel the weight off of my shoulders, as my breasts had grown heavy with milk. My nipples became more often erect, and they had become dark, which the husband liked to massage and drink out of.

My belly was huge now! Stretch marks lined the sides, and my belly button had popped out. I constantly held and caressed it, trying to keep a bit of the weight off of my hips. Luckily, my hips had adapted and become even wider, naturally in sync grow a child inside me. I began to have trouble getting out of bed, having to rock myself up.

I was cleaning dishes when the time finally came, feeling a rush of water run down my legs and pool onto the floor. I had expected more attention, but the family just went about their day, only the little kids watching in fascination as I screamed and cried, desperately trying to push out the wide head of the baby. After hours of agony, the baby fell out onto a puddle on the floor, and began to cry. The father and mother cooed and cradled their new child. I was ignored after that, so I went to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water. I stared in the mirror and realized I looked completely different to when I arrived at this house. My hair had grown long and silky, my breasts had puffed up and grown heavy with food for the baby, and my stomach now looked like a deflated sack, riddled with stretch marks. I turned and look at how thick my butt and thighs had become, and I realized just how much my body had changed during my new life. I was surprised to find that I wasn’t sad… it felt strangely right, to have a purpose.

[oveliagirlhaditright]

LOL. In the Buffy tie-in book I read ("Unnatural Selection"), Buffy had to come up with the cover story that she and Angel were married and had two daughters: Ginger and Joy. And she came up with those names because ginger (the spice) was right in front of her, and the brand of the dishwasher she owned was "Joy"?

But an AU--or better yet, a continuation of this--where they have daughters and actually name them that. Pfft.

Also, interestingly enough, in these tie-in books, Buffy dreams of having kids with Angel quite a few times (like in moments where she gets to see her perfect life).

Not that that's what this was, but it's still definitely interesting.

[onebizarrekai]

there's an entire temple dedicated to the maintenance of the seasons in holodrum and protecting the rod of seasons and its four spirits. meanwhile nayru is just keeping the harp of ages in her basement

[tswwwit]

What are some ideas you have floating around that you don't have any plans on writing but like to entertain as a thought?

Many of them, in fact! Though they sort of vanish from my memory if I don't make a record of them, here's a few ones I jotted down when they came to mind.

For a domestic one: Bill thought he'd hate a lot of being married! Even though he loves Dipper, he thought he'd rebel against the chains of domesticity - and in some ways he still does - but one major benefit he's found is not having to be 'on' all the time.

No need to be perfectly performing all the time! No shoving around for social influence, no intimidation, or clever tricks. No commanding attention or taking up the room. Hell, there's surprisingly little upkeep! Bill can undo his tie and pick his nose and bitch about his day to someone who isn't bending over backwards to agree with him on everything. Someone who doesn't give him a weird look and sneer if he, god forbid, actually wants to sit down, read a book, drop the grin for an hour or two.

The concept in question is Bill's very first moment of great surprise. That when he isn't being the most charming, terrifying, and exciting guy in the universe, and just chilling out for like, five minutes, Dipper comes over and snuggles up to him on the couch, or wraps his arms around his shoulders and kisses the top of his head. And when Bill asks 'what was that for?', Dipper shrugs and goes 'eh, just felt like it'. It's both baffling and extremely compelling.

A short where Reincarnated Dip is Definitely Sure he's Not Gay!!! Especially not for this Hot Demon Man who is getting so close and touchy with him with his big smile and horrible wiles. Yep. Just keeping an eye on him to make sure he's not up to something Nefarious ™.

A discussion between Dipper and Bill where Dipper insists that Bill should understand this, or not do that, because, like. Y'know, Bill's a guy! There are guy things! Making Bill stare at Dipper like he's an idiot. He proceeds to informs Dipper how that's stupid for multiple reasons! First, that Bill's Not Human to begin with, his gender can't be put into a little box! And frankly, he never filled out the paperwork for his original one, come to think of it. Sure, he/him's fine, but c'mon, sapling, thinking of the whole shebang like a binary is dumb as hell. Now Dipper has to do some mental readjustment re: his own issues with masculinity/gender.

[dystopiagnome]

I got a new laptop.

[fandomxo00]

Ok but imagine:

Logan taking care of you while you are on your period

You held your son, Jack in your arms as you rested in bed, it was Saturday morning, and you usually slept in. You woke up earlier, the worst cramps waking you up and getting out of bed. Though you wished you could've just stayed in your husband's arms. But you went to the bathroom, took medicine before hearing your son stir from his room. Grabbing Jack and slinging him on your hip, getting your period right now was extra sad for you. You were trying to get pregnant again, so every period was a letdown.

You checked in on Bailey who was sound asleep, her noise machine playing her forest sounds. You sighed, looking over at the pretty girl as your son curled up in your chest. You felt your heart warm as you held him tight. If you couldn't have more kids, you knew it would be okay, you loved your two children more than anything in the world. But that's why you wanted more of them; you were in love with your kids in a different type of way. You just adored their personalities, the traits they get from both of you and then some all of their own. The way they learned and grew into their own beings, talking, singing, crying and dancing.

Even in the tough moments you were grateful that a tantrum was the problem, that you didn't have an outside force causing you to mistreat your children. You were calm, collected, waiting it out with them, letting them know you were there. If they got physical with you, you softly told them to stop, never touching them until they calmed down and said it was okay. Then you spoke about your emotions when you got calm, you explained that they weren't in trouble. You explained in different ways for both kids, trying to patient with them. And teaching them to not treat other people that way, that you did not deserve it and they didn't. You loved play fighting though, Logan love throwing you and the kiddos around. Letting you tackle him; he was 300 pounds of adamantium, so he usually wouldn't tackle you guys. Sometimes he would come over you, pretending to squish you, not putting his full weight down. You would laugh and try to push him off of you which was nearly impossible.

You were a bigger girl and everything but if he didn't want you to move, he wouldn't let you. Inside and outside of the bedroom. You shook your head out of your thoughts as you turned back towards the bedroom. Slowly walking in and sliding your son in the middle of the bed as Logan turned to rub at Jack's back. You slid into bed across from his your hand reaching out to rest on his forearm. Then you fell back asleep.

When you woke up, you were joined by Bailey as she laid on her dad's side, Logan gone. You frowned, getting out of the bed and wondering out of your room. You walked down the hall to find him as he stood outside with a cigar in his mouth. "Baby." You murmured, walking over to him.

"Should go back to bed."

"Not without you." You breathed, nuzzling into his chest as you wrapped your arms around his waist. His hand came up to your hair, realizing how extra touchy you were, and the time of month. Logan knew that you needed him. So he stubbed out his cigar before leading you back to the bedroom. Cuddling up with the two kiddos.

During the day you rarely got out of bed, you don't really know how he did it. How Logan managed to entertain the kids and come help you whenever you went calling. Trying to slip in cuddles sessions so he could rub your belly and talk to you. He didn't know what to say most of the time but he knew you found his voice soothing. He'd do anything for you, the kids joined you for nap time before you all got out of bed for dinner and ice cream. Going out to eat with them was always an interesting task but Logan wanted to treat you. His hand clasping yours in the car, the two of talking quietly about his work trauma while the kids talk to each other in the back.

After dinner and ice cream, he made a detour to Target. Letting you pick out things for the house and a toy or two for the kids. You even snuck in a new lingerie set, something you hid until the cashier scanned in front of him. Logan lifted an eyebrow as the kids pointed at Starbucks. "Daddy." Bailey whined.

"You're not a getting a shake right after ice cream." Logan retorted as she crossed her arms over her chest. The same sass you gave him shining in her eyes.

"I wasn't gonna get a milkshake!"

"Oh really?" Logan laughed, glancing over at you for support as you shrugged.

"There's other drinks there." You highlighted

"Y/n-"

"Its on me." You hummed, as he finished tapping his credit card and you swiped it from his hands kissing his cheek as you walked over to Starbucks with the kiddos. You got him his favorite tea, something he'd never admit to anyone. You handed him his card as he scooped up Jack to put in back in the cart.

"I was gonna let you. Just didn't want Bailey's stomach to hurt." Logan mumbled as he leaned in to kiss you.

"I know just teasing you baby." You assured, patting his chest. As he gleamed down at you with a smile that reached his eyes as he brought his tea up to his mouth.

tags:@ohtobemare @jessjessmarvelandhp @chronicallybubbly @delicateholland @bubblegumholland @mega-kittyglitter-1

note: old man logan coming soon yall i got a couple going missed doing family fics

[sunmisbf]

i haven’t gotten my period yet n it was already supposed to be here

[sunforgrace]

random intersection of thoughts on account of the fact i finally watched iwtv recently and subsequently the vampire armand appeared in my dreams and though this is by no means a 1:1 can i play in this space with you guys for a moment: i think if armand could bear witness to cas’ perfected craft of the 🥺 he would be sooo sick . armand after seeing cas win the divorce every time:

armand after watching cas form plans with the enemy while lying to dean about it and invisibly watching him turbo blast dean’s brother with the agonies tell dean to kneel and declare love for him as his new god and have dean yelling where’s the angel and refusing to leave actual purgatory without him two seasons later and fully believing he’s hallucinating visions of cas out of guilt grief and rewriting his OWN memory by himself because the reality that cas stayed behind is more painful then the illusion that he failed him - because he 🥺ed about it:

[hippo-pot]

Btw, re: my opinion that computers are not gonna be able to translate sign languages in our lifetime, it's not that sign languages are necessarily More complicated than spoken/written languages (I truly don't know how you'd measure that but I'd assume they're equally complicated). But video is, in terms of sheer data, much bigger and presumably harder to process than audio. I cannot imagine this happening without *astounding* computational resources which would take far more energy, water, and money than a human interpreter (and, more importantly, wouldn't work as well, at least for the foreseeable future). I assume the computation would happen off site in most cases if it did work, meaning the Internet connection is gonna need to be phenomenal (there is already widespread dissatisfaction with VRS human interpreters used in medical settings because half the time the connection drops). Speech to text, with all the issues it still has, seems like a breeze in comparison to 'understanding' a video.

I also cannot wrap my mind around how a machine would handle depictions. Like, with some practice behind me, my human mind is now able to understand (some) depictions I've never seen before (thank goodness, because there will ALWAYS be new depictions I haven't seen before, bc Deaf people are resourceful and creative), but I don't see how a machine would. That's pure sci fi to me. I also wouldn't expect a machine to do a good job translating stuff it's never heard before in a spoken language (e.g. wordplay, or the way you can sometimes tell the meaning of a new slang word from context, or an uncommon name even), but the thing is I think depiction is a much bigger part of daily life than wordplay is?

[yoshistory]

part of me still feels like i might be sort of genderfluid and/or bisexual but just traumatized about it. no idea anymore