#i am going to fight. for myself. for my future. for my own worth.

[crave-mp3]

ok so sitting on your roof and listening to crave and ribs does NOT fix it but does make it slightly more tangible and therefore able to be grasped and breathed through

[nkjemisin]

The results of the election has been absolutely devastating and terrifying and I wanted to pop in and say thank you. Firstly, for what your work has meant to me over the years. Broken earth resonated with me in a way no other piece of media has. Essun has lived in me ever since I finished the series, and I hope to get a tattoo of her as a stone eater at some point. More relevantly to how I started this, however, I wanted to thank you because your work has given me solace twice over in dealing with the world right now. With the world feeling like it’s falling apart and the future so uncertain, thinking of broken earth reminded me that even when the world is ending around us there are still people and things worth fighting for. Secondly, nearly all of my comfort media deals with antfascist or antiracist themes, and it’s felt all either too real to engage with, or hopeful in a way that felt too bitter given the state of things. I had started relistening to the city we became just before the election, and I had to stop for a bit because the hope in that story felt like more than I could bear. I hesitantly picked it back up saturday as I was walking to meet someone, and it surprised me by having the opposite effect. Seeing all of us — queers, jews, people of color — at the forefront and fighting reminded me that we are out there, that we won’t give up, that while we live the fight is not yet over. So I just wanted to say thank you for giving me some much needed hope and strength in these bleak times.

I am always astonished, and honored, when people tell me my work has this kind of effect on them. Thank you. It's good to know I've helped, even if only in spirit, and even if only a little.

As for the rest -- yeah. I feel you. I'm going to forego sharing my own feelings about all this; they're too raw, and I express myself best through my fiction, anyway. But I resolved something a few days ago, and I'll at least share this: I am not letting these motherfuckers steal my joy. There is too much beauty in the world, and too many people who are worthy of my time and attention, for me to waste more time/energy than I must on people who aren't. I will protect whom I can including myself, fight back where I can, but I am also just going to live my goddamn life, because therein lies the fuel I need to keep fighting.

So if you're getting some of that fuel from my work, wonderful. Get more from wherever else you need to -- with caution as you must, but without guilt or fear.

Take care.

[edenunbuilt]

── ϧ𝑒 forever, maybe.ೃ࿔

℘ jj maybank x fem!kook!reader ৴ length: 1k ৴ time of posting: 11:06pm

summary: jj finally accepts forever, as long as it means seeing where you end

content: sfw ﾉ soft!jj ♡

author's notes: can you tell i get most of my inspo from songs? how very original of me, i know! in all seriousness, i always seem to get my best ideas when i lose myself in music filled daydreams. here's a lil' something inspired by noah kahan's forever, very jj coded might i add.

jj has never been good at holding onto things.

he learned young that nothing is permanent—not people, not homes, not even the ocean when the tide pulls back. 

forever used to sound like a death sentence. like a slow, inevitable decline into something worse. he never wanted to think that far ahead, never let himself imagine a future he wouldn’t be able to sustain. because forever meant watching things slip through his fingers, meant waiting for the good to turn sour, meant setting himself up to lose. his grip has always been loose, fingers slipping off everything he’s ever wanted to keep.

maybe that’s why he tells himself that whatever this thing with you is, it won’t last.

but it’s hard to believe his own bullshit when you’re stretched out beside him on the porch like some deity, your arm draped over your stomach, sundress bunched up just enough to reveal tanned legs. your hair spills over the wood like something out of a dream, and you’re looking up at the stars with that quiet kind of curiosity, like you’re searching for something, letting the summer air wrap around you like it’s got nowhere else to be.

jj watches you instead.

he won’t say it out loud, but there’s something about the way you exist—effortlessly, like you’ve never had to fight to keep anything in your life—that makes his chest ache. he wonders if you’ve ever lost something that mattered. if you’ve ever had to let go of something before you were ready. if you’ve ever held on so tightly and still watched it slip away.

she’s the kind of girl who could have anything she wanted, and yet here she is—choosing to be next to him. it doesn’t make sense. 

but then again, nothing about her ever has.

"you’re staring," she murmurs, not looking away from the sky as her lips twitch up into a barely conceivable smile

jj smirks. "can you blame me? you’re kinda blocking my view."

she scoffs, shoving at his arm. "oh, please—like you care about constellations."

"excuse me," jj says, pressing a hand to his chest like he’s been personally wounded. "i’ll have you know, i am very interested in astrology."

"astronomy."

jj waves a hand dismissively. "whatever."

she rolls her eyes, a smile on her lips as she turns her head to look at him. "okay, stargazer. if you’re such an expert, what’s that one?" she lifts a finger toward the sky, pointing vaguely at a cluster of stars. 

jj squints. "that one?"

"yeah, that one."

he clicks his tongue, nodding with mock seriousness. "that’s… uh, the big spoon."

she snorts first, a hand coming up to quell the noise—because she’s proper before anything else. her index and middle finger press beneath her nose as a laugh escapes anyway, bubbling up her throat, bright and unrestrained. "the big spoon?"

"yeah, you know. It’s like the big dipper, but—"

"but wrong?"

jj grins, pleased with himself as he watches you laugh. it’s a sound he wants to bottle up, to keep tucked away for the days that feel too heavy. the kind of thing that makes his chest feel too small for his ribs, like if he’s not careful, the warmth of it might slip right through the cracks.

the thought makes him shift, stretching his bad hand absently. it still aches sometimes when the weather changes, a dull reminder of a fight that wasn’t worth it. the break healed all wrong, a little crooked, a little off. kind of like him.

she notices. because of course she does. her laughter softens, fading into a quiet hum as her fingers ghost over his forearm, her voice practically blending into the soft whispers of the summer breeze. "does it hurt?" 

jj blinks, thrown off by the question and how she always manages to evoke a sort of delicateness in her every word and movement. "what?"

"your hand," she says, nodding toward it. "you do that thing sometimes—like you're shaking it off."

jj flexes his fingers, rolling his wrist before resting his arm back against his chest. "nah, not really. just a little stiff sometimes."

she hums, unconvinced, but doesn’t push. instead, her lips purse in thought and she watches him like she’s picking apart the things he doesn’t say. 

with a soft click of her tongue and smack of her lips, she finally speaks. "you do that a lot," she murmurs, squirming slightly, letting her back settle against the damp wood once more. "act like things don’t bother you when they do."

jj exhales, tilting his head back against the railing. "can’t complain. had worse."

she rolls onto her side, propping herself up on an elbow. "i don’t get you," she says, an unperceived pout tugging at the corners of her mouth. her voice is quieter now, like she’s speaking more to herself than to him. her eyes skim over his face like she’s trying to piece something together.

jj smirks.—cheeky, easy, practiced. the kind that makes his eyes gleam in the low light. he lets out a breathy laugh. "princess, i don’t even get me."

she huffs out a small laugh, but there’s something softer underneath it. she studies him for a second longer before dropping her head back down, her cheek pressing against his shoulder like it belongs there.

jj doesn’t move.

he hesitates for half a second before wrapping his arm around her, his bad hand resting lightly against her back. it’s instinct to hold her loosely—to leave space, to give himself an out, an uncomfortable mixture of habit and fear. he’s never trusted himself to keep the good things. never let himself believe he deserved to, always afraid of gripping too tight, of hurting what he means to keep.

but then you shift, curling into him like you’re settling in, like you don’t plan on going anywhere. and when you exhale a content little sigh against his collarbone, something shifts in him.

forever doesn’t feel like a death sentence anymore. it doesn’t feel like a weight around his neck, like something waiting to go wrong. it feels like more. 

more time, more moments like this, more of you.

jj swallows. tightens his hold just a little. just enough to know you’re real.

his grip might be loose, but this time—this time—he swears he won’t let go.

𐙚𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𓏵𐙚

thank you for reading! © edenunbuilt 2025. all rights reserved — claims, copies, reposts or translations are not permitted. ˖⊹ ࣪  ౨ৎ˚₊

[yourmisogynistfriend]

About the future

Are my efforts writing this text in a language I don’t master even worth it? Or is this post gonna get three likes and then be forgotten like all my other posts? Is there still people here?

Every day, I gain more followers. 2-3 a day once I blocked the bots. I used to gain about 10 followers a day in the past. And even if I get more followers, I get less and less notifs. I see the amount of people interested in my kink lower as time passes.

And I totally understand! Who wants to masturbate on some misogynist content when there are more and more actual misogynists being elected and fighting to strip women’s rights away? I feel misogyny kink isn’t a way to escape the real world anymore.

Some days, it’s hard for me too. I feel bad for reblogging misogynist stuff, I get original posts ideas but don’t post them because I don’t want to look like I’m encouraging it.

So I’m reblogging. But now I add more and more posts about consent, women’s rights, about trump and his asslickers. I miss the days where I felt like I didn’t have to justify my kink. The days where my kink was too absurd to be an actual belief.

I believe in the importance of consent and aftercare. Don’t put words in my mouth. And I definitely should have taken the habit of talking/reblogging about it earlier. What I miss are the days where actual misogynists didn’t have a voice and a president. The days where incels were isolated on 4chan and not partying in the streets.

I love doing education. I love giving people a safe space where they can discover a new kink and learn how to enjoy it. But sometimes I also like to stop educating, just give in and enjoy my kink. Because as much as education is necessary, it can be tiring. And if I started loving misogyny at first is because it allowed me to disconnect from the real world.

It doesn’t allow me to do this anymore.

I’ll keep going, don’t worry. I won’t delete my blog. Because I started being on tumblr for my own pleasure and even if nobody interacts with my blog anymore, I can still interact with others and enjoy myself.

Also, I sometimes am an optimist. Yeah, the world is going really bad right now. But it can get better. We have to work for it to be better. And once the world is better, maybe more people will start enjoying my kink again. I hope all of this will be like the tumblr porn ban of 2018 (for the 3 of us who endured it and are still here). It was harsh and violent at first, but then slowly came back to something more acceptable. Maybe one day I won’t scream into the void anymore and the void will answer to me.

But how long do I have to scream in the void? How long do I have to be on my island before people want to visit me again? How long do I have to keep posting in the hope one person gets interested and learns about themself thanks to me? How long before it’s obvious that what I enjoy is only a kink and not my actual beliefs?

So, for the 5 of you who took the time to read all of this, I want to say thank you. You make me feel like this void I’m screaming in isn’t totally empty. I’ll keep fighting and survive in the hope of better days to come.

[stygiansauce]

ok i’m back and my thoughts are mostly together!

1. lore drop. i absolutely adore and abhor the grian-jimmy lore. like it hurts and it’s very real but also the almost discomfort of knowing like “hey as your sibling i understand that you’re an adult but as a parent you’re still my baby” and it probably doesn’t help with their ages being relatively close together!!! ahh!!! i love how grian wants jimjam to experience normal-ish adult things but still keep him so close under his wing. it’s just MWUAH chefs kiss (one day grian and jimmy are going to fight and maybe grian will say “you’re MY son” and jimmy will say “but you’re not mum” and oh it’s going to build until it breaks)

2. oh my god the emotional rollercoaster. i read tension, i giggle (and get weird looks from my friends). i read sibling dynamics, i gasp and clutch my pearls. i read unintentional immortalization of myself, i twirl my hair. i read JIZZIE!!! giggling again. you’re unreal everything is so in character

3. LORE DROP GOD TANGO LORE??? gosh and it’s so understandable with tango trying to feel out how having more friends works!! like zed’s his confidant and his brother in arms and gosh tango feels like he’s doing zed a disservice by confiding in other people!!! oh my godddd sauce you literally have to be omnipresent because ouch??? gosh and adequate!!! stop please my heart cannot take this. tango having the best memories of his life with adequate but having to give him up for a future!!

4. TENSION OH EM GEE. at this point every interaction between them is foreplay. and with etho and bdubs??? AND CLIMB 10. stop i actually almost shed a tear. (and i read the hanging indent i now have an ouchie and no one to kiss jt better). and the grian-tango stare off??? i love how unsettling you make his stare feel. being perceived is probably one of the worst feelings ever and grian is absolutely picking apart every piece of tango to see if he’s really actually just a teensy bit worthy of his baby brother.

5. tango jimmy tango jimmy TANGO JIMMY- LOLLIPOP SCENE ELECTRIC BOOGALOO YOU ARE ELECTROCUTING ME AND I AM BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS

ok this is a long one but holy crap keep up the PHENOMENAL work!!!

- 💿

CD anon...you have predicted so much. Apollo has smacked you with the gift of prophecy. I want...to...share...the...whole plot. SHAKING.

YES. The chill brother and the scared parent are two sides of the same coin and Jimmy has trouble differentiating between them. There is a reason he agrees to the bar crawl so fast and we learn later in the car that the reason is guilt. Tango struggles with a lot, but Jimmy's main villian in this story is guilt and his stuggle to be his own person, that isn't spending all his energy on other people. He has to learn how to be selfish. (see chapter three for more)

I had so much with all these characters. I honestly feel like Lizzie didn't get enough light but I will try to remedy that in another chapter. But for background lore about the Jizzie wedding that doesn't matter: Jimmy says "Either way, I was just there to witness. No one else could do it on short notice.” and we as the readers will never get to see (I might have Joel bring it up later in a small comment) but Jimmy wasn't "just there" he was Joel's best man. They didn't ask anyone else to come. They asked ONLY Jimmy to be there. He's down playing his worth in this scene. Though, I don't expect you guys to notice that because I didn't supply that context yet. we can chat about it here for now, becuase I think it will help you guys see some of the choices I made for Jimmy's character and how the lack of confidence he shows in the backflash hasn't really gone away. Not where it matters at least.

YES! You noticed his sacrifice! In chapter three Jimmy talks about how Tango is a giver. How he's always giving parts of himself away to their friends and being just...Tango. And then we get these bits about his life. Adequate was what he had before he met Zed, his ONE friend. Like he talks about ex-girlfriends and past hookups and all that, but he doesn't mention any other friends besides the one's he has in front of him. Tango had one thing, his horse. and when his father told him, "You’re a waste of a good brain stuck on this ranch, son" and I good will hunting the fuck out his character, we learn that he GAVE UP something he loves because he trusts his father/mentor/Zed and chooses to move away to persue a new, better life. Tango has so much inside of him that he just doesn't know how to talk about. He's a genious. He's smarter than everyone else in this story, including Etho. yet he still struggles academically. He still FEARS his thesis and what that will do for his life. and instead of worrying about that he's worried about JIMMY. He's still giving up parts of himself because it's all he knows how to do. Vs. Jimmy who is so tired of giving parts of himself that he holds it all close to his chest (see chapter three) and doesn't let Tango in. thank goodness Tango is patient because if he wasn't their relationship wouldn't be what it is now.

YEEAAHHH sorry I killed Climb. It was Hermitcraft season 10 lore. It hurt to do. In the orginal draft Tango is the one that had to put Climb down, but then I was like "thats so fucked up for no reason. A recreational horse like Climb would either just die, or be put down by a vet" and in all honesty? calling a vet and putting down a pet is worse than just having someone shoot it. It's dragged out and it hurts and poor Bdubs because y'all dont even know how he got Climb yet, and thats gonna make his death hurt worse when you know. (yum Hanging Indent lore) I REALLY enjoy the differences in reactions between Tango and Jimmy, when being preceived. In chapter three, Jimmy feels really precived (I know you. It echoes and mocks him, makes his breath lump in his throat, thick and awful.) , and his reaction is violence! He's on edge and instantly ready to fight, I wonder where he learned to feel like that... Vs. Tango who instantly wants to hide, and run, and curl into himself. He's a background guy. He isn't used to this and doesn't know how to react. The only time he reacts is when Jimmy is within his reach, almost like protection. Food for thought.

Lollipop scene 2.0!!! GOSH Tango has so much self control, holy cow. I love this scene for them. I LOVE the Etho talk on the porch. The way I would yap and break down each thing Etho does in that scene is crazy. Because Etho is using psychology on Tango, and he used it on you. Did you notice? There are no communication break downs between them. Tango is uncomfortable but Etho still drags it out of him. He says things that get certain answers. It's all casual yet calculated. FOOD FOR THOUGHT!! Hope you guys enjoyed! I can and will yap about this chapter but only AFTER you guys make the connections yourself. its no fun if I give it all to you. Kisses!! xoxo Sauce

[reimeichan]

I know that when people say that DID has no cure, that those of us with DID will always have a DID brain and may even split again in the future, they're trying to be realistic about recovery goals and maybe even acknowledge that those of us who have reached Final Fusion or Functional Multiplicity are still part of the DID community. However, I've recently been finding those kinds of statements to sound.... defeatist, actually. There's oftentimes an underlying feeling of "what's the point of trying so hard if I'm just going to have DID forever?" or "no matter what I do there will always be the possibility for me to relapse", and as such I've started to see these phrases as being almost anti-recovery.

I agree, there is no cure for DID that we know of. We cannot change the fundamental way our brain works. However, that's not the same as saying there's no way to get better with DID, or saying there's no treatment for DID, or there's no way to live a happy, fulfilling life with DID. It takes a lot of work, yes, but it's absolutely possible to learn how to live with both dissociation and trauma to the point they have very little if any negative impact on your life. That's what expanding your coping toolbox is for. And learning emotional regulation. And trauma processing. I may never live the same life as someone who never developed DID or has the same traumas as me, but that doesn't mean I'll be unhappy and miserable and fighting against my own brain every day of my life. Instead, I've learned to work with my brain and with my disorders, and in the process I've learned how to not just survive day to day but thrive. I'm excited to see what tomorrow brings me. I'm hopeful.

And I think that's really what my feelings on those phrases boils down to. They feel like they lack hope and end up making me feel like working on recovery isn't worth it. But I know that's wrong, for myself at least. It's definitely worth it to keep walking forward one step at a time. Where I am now and where I was before are two very different places, even if some days it's hard for me to see those differences and acknowledge that. And there's so much more for me to look forward to as well.

So, here's to healing and recovery and thriving with DID.

[lemotmo]

I’m so annoyed right now. I was saying to myself the other day that there’s no way Tim would do any of this unless he was trying to get his own show canceled

Well here we are. Left with a steaming pile of what in the hell was that garbage of an episode.

The villain? Her plot went no where and ended in like 5 minutes.

Tommy ? Why was he here ? Any pilot could have done what they did with that boring pointless and slow helicopter chase. Like all the actual people of LA who complained about the noise when they filmed it ? Should 100 percent get compensation because it was NOT worth the suffering they had to deal with.

The Eddie of it all? Him not in the episode ? Not surprised. Him not being part of Bobby dying ? Insulting. Him finding out about Bobby dying off screen in an off screen phone call? Even more insulting and anger inducing.

Like truly what are we doing here. The backlash online has been swift and loud. And they deserve every single bit of it. The cast deserves so much better than this.

And if Peter truly is gone ? God help them because this show is going to get canceled within a year. Two of their lucky. Because this was such an uncessary death. Tim’s out here trying to fight for his life that it was a creative choice. And Peter didn’t want to leave. And it’s not just for shock. But also saying it was supposed to be Ravi and then they changed it to Bobby. Like sorry then that’s just for the sake of killing someone’s. If it was a true creative decision the MCD wouldn’t be interchangeable.

And at this point their only saving grace to retain whatever viewers are still willing to tune in, is buddie canon. Which for their sake better happen soon because after tonight the people’s patience is running empty with the show. But even then. After this do we even trust them to write buddie canon ? Because I wouldn’t trust them to write a character walking through a door at this point.

Yep! Pretty much all of this Nonny!

I'm not going to go into the Bobby, Tommy or Eddie of it all again. You all know where I stand on that.

As for Buddie? Well yeah, I still think they are planning on making them canon. Ironically enough, I think this Bobby storyline is going to speed it up. Why? Because that is the one wild card this show still has up its sleeve to interest some of their audience. 🤷‍♀️

Regardless though, this episode will have consequences for their future ratings. No doubt about it.

Now, do I still trust them to do Buddie well? I think they might use this Bobby storyline to propel their storyline and I'm not sure how I feel about that. But at this point I have been here for so long that I'm willing to take it for what it is.

I am more afraid of the way they'll handle Eddie's individual storyline to be honest. It was absolutely nuts to not have Eddie in these episodes and I can forgive this show for a lot of things, but I will never forgive them for that. They did my boy so dirty.

[m0dernchr0n1cles]

Rewriting DC Monkey Prince & Nezha: Characterization (it’s really bad)

I previously mentioned how I believe Marcus Sun = Gene Luen Yang self-insert, and it only gets worse.

Credit to @journeytothewestresearch, @sonicasura, @nightstar47, @gaaralover55

Marcus' character is established through relation with other characters. Marcus is being traumatized by Batman. Marcus is being bullied by Riz. Marcus is being told off by Kaya. Marcus is being wrongfully attacked and kicked around by Big Bad superheroes.

Then Marcus gets superpowers, and he immediately uses them for selfish revenge. He is then saved by Zhu Bajie, who forces him to be a superhero.

Marcus seems very reactionary, only getting the story moving because of plot convenience.

The poor writing isn’t just limited to Marcus. The original characters are bland and lacking in depth. Kaya is a generic love interest who does next to nothing about her bully brother. Riz is an over the top bully who gets redeemed for no reason other than giving a pointless arc closure.

All of the DC characters have been misused and mischaracterized, all for the sake of making Monkey Prince the star of the show.

A rule of writing is that characters have to be distinct. If you can replace Character A with Character B, and there would be no difference in behavior and action, you’re doing something wrong.

The biggest issue (as always) is Batman. Yang did not write Batman. He did not even write, to quote OSP, “the Punisher in a silly hat.” He wrote an edgy wannabe with delusions of being the Punisher.

Batman is also incredibly dumbed down, falling for the "you got your fly down" trick, and the whole “Marcus’ Batman trauma” subplot goes nowhere. After appearing for the first few issues, Marcus just moves on to hating and dumping on the Dark Knight to hating and dumping on other superheroes.

The only exception to Marcus’ “I Hate Superheroes” is Supergirl, who only serves to be the generic love interest who needs to be a “Damsel for the hero to prove their worth to”.

What did Kara do besides show up, pick a fight with the protagonist, flirt with said protagonist, fawn over how “AMAZING” the protagonist is, then be the “Damsel in Distress” for protagonist to save?

Marcus as a character is a bit bad (not just in terms of lackluster characterization). Marcus flirts with Kaya and Kara on sight, which is kinda creepy. He never bothers to discuss or work on his "I Hate Superheroes" trauma, which means this plot line goes no where, but is forced into relevancy by contrived encounters with superheroes. He never questions the morality of what his parents are doing, or find ways to help them not be henchmen.

Does he have any actual flaws that he recognizes and improves on? Does he overcome his trauma in a meaningful way? Does he take any action of his own?

The only arc he goes through was the vague "I don't believe in myself, I don't know who I am" which gets resolved after 12 issues with little to no change in behavior or thought. All the changes is he has arrived at the "I don't know what the future holds, but it will be frickin' wicked" stage.

I hate this self-actualization ending. It’s very Mary-Sueish, especially since there are loose plot threads that were never tied up.

For Devil Nezha, I'll already ranted about him here.

It’s the same problems as the DC characters. He’s an interchangeable baddie who can be swapped with any other character, who only serves to make the heroes look more awesome and good for defeating him.

What’s worse is that many of the Devil Nezha stories were written by non-Chinese people, and it shows.

Fixing This in 新神榜：孙太子

There is how I would redo it in my rewrite:

I would scale down the world to just Gotham. There will be a consistent cast of characters to show up, and enough time to flesh them out as individuals. Give Kaya and Riz some actual depth and growth. It also gives Marcus the opportunity to interact with Batman's Rogues.

Since this is just going to be focused on Gotham, I might not include Shellestriah, but I could write a one-shot with her later

Give Marcus' "I Hate Superheroes" an actual arc. He needs to confront Batman, the source of his trauma, in order to have growth.

Address the "Evil Grandpa Ultra-Humanite" and "Parents are Evil Henchmen" storyline. Give them resolution. Give Laura and Winston some character beyond "Good Parents".

GET RID OF SUPERGIRL. She's been butchered into being Yang's self-inset fantasy "generic white bread damsel in distress", and I hate it. Yang should have just stuck with Kaya, or no love interest.

GIVE MARCUS AGENCY. He needs to want something of his own. Since he's staying in Gotham here, it gives him more opportunities to try to be the hero that he thinks Batman isn't. Give him opportunities to have meaningful relationships with characters other than Zhu Bajie.

For Nezha, my plan is to split him into two characters: Devil Nezha, and Li Yunxiang.

Li Yunxiang, under the guidance of Yang Jian, arrive at Gotham in hopes of collecting Nezha's weapons and help Yunxiang escape Heaven's watchful eye.

Devil Nezha, the understudy that Heaven took in when the original was banished to Earth to be stuck reincarnating. He was a pawn of the Celestial Court, held in place by the Huntian Ling. When he found out the truth, he tried to rebel, only to be sealed away in a tomb.

I have big plans for Devil Nezha that I won't spoil.

MAKE BATMAN COMPASSIONATE AND SMART. He does research about the strange crimes and sudden wave of demons. He does his best to provide guidance to this monkey superhero who hates him for reasons he doesn't understand. He learns about the Shugel-Shen situation and tries to offer them a legitimate job at Wayne Industries, where they can do good. He meets Li Yunxiang, De Zheng, and Yang Jian.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dear Y/N

My dearest

How many days have I spent in your thoughts and dreams? How many nights have I spent with you in my heart? Just a glimpse of you, and you had immediately become the center of my world. You are my only reason to exist, there is nothing in this world that can replace you. All I want is for us to be together, for me to be yours and you only mine. How I wish I could hold you in my arms, and keep you close to me until the end of time. My love for you is so intense that it defies all logic. It consumes my every thought, it burns through my entire body. You are the reason I live, the reason I fight. Your smile, your eyes, your soul, you are everything. There is not a single day that goes by that I don’t think of you, there is no dream I don't have about us. Being apart from you feels like a fate worse than death, you drive me wild, and you’re in my head all the time.

Every single second that I am away from you, feel like an eternity of suffering. I am constantly desperate for your presence. When I am near you, my body responds in the only way it can. I crave your touch, your embrace, the way your breath would feel on my skin, the way your body would fit against mine. The sound of your voice would drive me insane, I would do anything just to hear you say my name again. Your scent would be the only thing that I would be able to focus on, the way it would cling to my skin. The way you would wrap your arms around my neck, and how your body would feel in my arms, my mind would go blank. The sound of your laugh would be the only thing I would be able to hear. You would be the only thing in my mind, my only desire. Without you, I feel like I’m only half a man. I would give up everything just for you.

The feeling of you in my arms is the most wonderful experience in the entire world. When I hold you close, it’s like time stands still and I forget every worry, every pain. All I can focus on is how perfect you are, how perfect we are together, the way our souls connect on a level no one else could understand. I am completely under your spell, addicted to your presence. I am powerless to resist you. I want to feel the heat of your body against mine. I want to run my fingers through your hair and explore every inch of you with my lips. I want to wake up each morning, with you next to me, and see you as the first thing when I open my eyes. I want to be closer to you than anyone else in the world, closer than your own reflection. I want you all to myself and make sure the world knows you're mine. My world does not exist without you in it. You are like a drug that my soul is addicted to, I am obsessed with you and there is nowhere I would rather be than by your side. Your body is my temple, a place of worship and pleasure. My body is yours to do what you want with, I want you to devour me, to use me, I want to be yours and yours alone.

I need you, more than I need air, more than I need food or water, more than I need anything else in this world. I need to hear your voice, to feel your heart beating against mine, to taste your lips with every kiss. I want to spend every single moment of my life looking into your eyes, admiring every inch of you, loving you, and protecting you. You are the only one and will only ever be you, the one I would die for, and kill for. Every dream I have, every fantasy I imagined, every thought of the future, leads to you. I want to spend my life making sure you’re happy and safe. I would burn the world, just to see you smile, I would move mountains if it meant I could hold you in my arms. My world is nothing without you in it, a life without you is not a life worth living. You are my world, my obsession, my love. My thoughts are plagued by visions of you and me together. I imagine us living in a house by the sea, waking up to the sound of the waves, holding you in my arms every morning when we wake up. When I’m in battle I’ll picture your face, your beautiful eyes looking at me, and I fight harder to survive, so I can come back to you. When I close my eyes, you’re the only thing I want, you’re like a poison that is slowly infecting my heart and mind.

You have no idea what you do to me. There is not a single moment of the day that I don’t think of you. You drive me wild, the way your eyes light up, the way your hair falls over your face, the way your body moves. Your very presence makes me feel things I never thought I could feel. You have me wrapped around your finger, I will do anything you want, just to hear the words “I love you” from your lips. My love for you is like a fire, burning deep inside my soul. It consumes me, it courses through my veins, it ignites every cell in my body. My heart beats faster, my breath hitches in my lungs, and my body trembles when you’re near me. Your touch is like magic, it sends shockwaves through my entire body, setting every nerve ablaze. You have the power to break me and heal me all at the same time, to bring me to my knees. My body is yours to use as you want. I want to feel your hands all over me, your lips on mine, your fingers running through my hair and down my back. I want to feel your body pressed against mine, your skin touching mine, our hearts beating in time. I crave your touch like a drug, it’s an addiction that I can’t get enough of. Every cell in my body is alive with desire, yearning for your closeness. I am completely and utterly under your control, and I would do anything to keep it that way.

My love for you knows no boundaries, it is limitless and eternal.

I am entirely at your mercy, for there is nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for you. I am yours completely, every fiber of my being is intertwined with yours. I will love you until the day I die, and even beyond that. There is nothing in this world more important to me than you, you are my reason for existence. I am fully consumed by you, body and soul. I ache for your touch, your voice, your presence. Every thought, every dream, every desire leads me back to you. There is no power in this world that can quench the fire of my love for you, it is an inferno that rages inside me, consuming everything in its path. You are my world, my universe, my everything. And I would do anything, anything at all, just to be with you.

Yours eternally.

[theglowsociety]

“I am more than my pain, more than my trauma. I believe future me is worth fighting for. Even if it means fighting myself now.”

This statement is a powerful affirmation of self-worth, resilience, and the belief in the possibility of transformation. It acknowledges the weight of pain and trauma but refuses to let those experiences define who you are. It’s a declaration that, while these struggles may have shaped parts of your journey, they do not have to dictate your future. You are more than the scars you’ve carried, more than the emotional battles you’ve fought.

Understanding that you are more than your pain is an act of self-liberation. Pain, whether emotional or physical, can sometimes feel all-consuming. Trauma can feel like it’s written into your story, making it hard to imagine a life without it. However, by asserting that you are “more,” you are reclaiming your identity from the shadows of suffering. You are acknowledging that there is so much more to you—your hopes, your dreams, your abilities, and your potential—than what you’ve been through.

The second part of the statement, “I believe future me is worth fighting for,” is an empowering commitment to hope. It’s the belief that no matter how tough today might be, there is a version of you in the future who will benefit from your efforts, your healing, and your growth. Even when the present feels difficult, this belief acts as a guiding light, reminding you that your future holds something worth working towards.

Sometimes, this means fighting against your own mind and emotions in the present. The struggle to overcome deeply ingrained beliefs, self-doubt, or feelings of hopelessness is real. It can feel like you’re fighting yourself—your fears, your patterns, your resistance to change. But the beauty in this fight is that it’s ultimately for your own benefit. It’s a fight that’s about shedding old layers, stepping out of comfort zones, and moving beyond the limitations you’ve carried. Every small victory against your own fears, doubts, or insecurities is a step closer to that future self who is stronger, wiser, and more fulfilled.

This process is not easy—it’s not an instant transformation. It requires patience, compassion, and perseverance. But the key is to continue believing in the worth of the person you are becoming. The person you’ve yet to fully meet, but are growing towards every single day. This belief in future you is what keeps you going, even on the toughest days, and is a reminder that every fight, every moment of discomfort, is leading you closer to the life and self you deserve.

In the end, this journey of fighting for future you is about reclaiming your power. It’s about choosing to believe in the possibility of healing, of becoming something more than what you’ve experienced, and taking the necessary steps—however difficult—to get there. You are not defined by your pain or your trauma. You are defined by your capacity to grow, to heal, and to fight for the version of yourself that is waiting just ahead. And that future self is worth every bit of the fight.

[rrezshifts]

🏅, 🛡️, 🐴 for the mulan ask game for any dr!!!

𝓪𝙣𝔰𝙬e𝙧𝙞n𝙜 𝙩h𝙞𝙨 a𝙨𝙠 𝙛o𝙧 𝙢y

ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇrs ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ

🏅 HONOR TO US ALL : how is your relationship with your family? do you feel any sense of responsibility because of them? . . . WE’RE VERY CLOSE. My parents still house me since my college is like a short walk away (in New York City terms). They were very adamant about helping me transition, especially as a teenager. They gave me the opportunity to be me when starting college and to have a new environment where I’m entirely myself without having to have those uncomfortable conversations. Oh my god not to mention how they literally went to bat for me when I was a tween going through the process of finding out I was a mutant. They trusted me to know what was best for myself and didn’t make me attend Xavier’s School. They care about how I am and check on me, but aren’t pushy. They trust me to make my own decisions. When I informed them that I was hanging out with a literal superhero team nearly everyday, they just said “Please be careful, and just keep us up in the know.” I can go to them for anything without a worry for unusual punishment, they’re incredibly understanding. They never had any expectations of me or of my future. My only sense of responsibility I have towards them is simply to just ensure their safety, which I highlighted with the Avengers when I started getting close with the Young Avengers and then again when I started dating Tommy. But also I just want to love them the way they love me.

🛡️ A GIRL WORTH FIGHTING FOR : is there anyone in your dr who's "worth fighting for"? anyone who motivates you when you feel like doing nothing but slumping over? . . . TOMMY. There was times when our relationship first became public that we very briefly had to ask ourselves if our relationship was worth the hate and threats I was getting from delusional fans. We immediately were like yes, it is very much worth it to stay together. We couldn’t picture our lives without the other, and that it almost felt worse to not have the other at all. It was tough for sure though, but we fought all that shit together. When it got scary Tommy spoke up publically about it. I went to therapy to handle the stress. And we convinced the Avengers to make a statement reminding the public that the inability to respect the privacy of any heroes will result in punishments ranging from jail to fines, and does in fact extend to the heroes family, friends, and partners. They also shared that they will be looking more intently for perpetrators of this due to the rise in disrespectful and dangerous behaviors reported by Avengers Organization members and staff. It took way longer than it should have, but we were eventually able to have a comfortable life with each other. And I would never trade our relationship just to not have to fight for us.

🐴 KHAN : what about animal companions? any fur babies, waiting for you to go home and spoil them? any birds, who love their freedom but still fly back to you? or maybe some exotic sweethearts, outside of the usual pets? . . . CLÉMENTINE. She’s technically my dad’s cat but I love her just the same. She’s a six year old chartreux cat. My dad had a cat of that breed when he was growing up in France. So when he saw her at the shelter about four years ago he snatched her up and adopted her fast without asking my mom. My mom loves her though, and Clém loves her too. She wanders around the house, but usually stays and rests where there are people around. She’s very curious, anytime something or someone new comes in the house she must inspect it. When Tommy came over to my house for the first time and met her, she was all up in his face and then laid in his lap for a while. Her purrs are truly healing, Clém mon bébé!!

© rrezshifts last updated. 04/13/2025

[the-iceni-bitch]

𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝔂 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱

Relationship: ex!Carol Danvers x female!reader

Words: ~500

Summary: Christmas never felt so blue.

Warnings: grown up words, ANGST! angst angst angst

A/N: I’m still in my feelings, guys. This is super short but I still feel like it ripped my heart out a lil bit. I feel like this was the same couple I wrote in this ask, so I’m just apologizing off the bat for the misery in here.

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Your house doesn’t feel like home anymore.

You lit the candles Carol bought you, you hung her stocking on the mantle, but still you feel so cold. The space under the tree for her gifts is empty since you couldn’t bring yourself to wrap them. They are all still in the chest in the attic where you always hide them and you think they will have to stay there for a while. Maybe someday you will send them to her. She already took everything else with her when she left. You just want to hold on to something of hers a little longer. You wanted to make her happy and you still don’t know why you couldn’t.

Next month you think, you hope you can pack everything up. All of the ornaments you picked out together. All of the memories you made and your plans for the future. The songs that Yelena played for you when you sat in front of the fire while she told you why she loved each one. Since she loved them you loved them too. You could have listened to her tell you about every tiny thing she loved for hours, and now you’ll never get to hear her voice again.

The gingerbread you baked together tastes like nothing. You cannot eat anything, it all tastes like grief. You stare at the plate as you sit in what was you chair, holding the blanket that still smells like her and ignoring the pain of hunger in the pit of your stomach.

Your anguish is overwhelming but still you want her again. You can’t bring myself to plead or beg, but if she showed up at your door and said it was all a mistake you would welcome her. You were willing to work on it then and you’re willing to work on it now. You just want to hear her voice. You want her to talk to you instead of shutting you out. You know you made mistakes but if she loved you the two of you could have fought through it. Why wasn’t she willing to fight for you? Were you not worth it?

She said you should have known that it was coming. Two days before your heart broke you and Carol were smiling and laughing, making tinsel crowns and taking Polaroids together, but you should have known. Maybe you did, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

Everything is hers. Pretending otherwise is futile. She touched everything in this house so you can’t even bear to look at it anymore. The tree and the lights and the decorations you put up make your vision go blurry. So you gaze out the window at the falling snow and let your thoughts go as silent as the white world outside while ignoring your own miserable company. The new year could come and go, and still you would sit in your chair, alone and empty. There was nothing to celebrate without her.

[guiltycorp]

mmm im sort of glad they released arcane survivor jayce skin voicelines in league before act 3 drops because my expectations for it were rising a bit too much lmao... before it i almost convinced myself that yeah, viktor's character arc will lead him to manipulate jayce into transferring his soul to a new mechanical body + focus on a new strategy for 'healing' societal issues that isn't 100% evil and bad (while still having its drawbacks re: will and consent) and fighting noxians would place the zaun side in a better position to bargain with piltover for equal rights and a stop to exploitation (with an open ending sure but still), or even a straightforward revolution with zaun getting its independence through a violent protest that piltover wouldn't be able to curb due to being stretched too thin

but uhm.... all of this looks kinda... sigh

i really doubt they'll have the time in the remaining 3 episodes to develop both his and Viktor's motivations to fit those new ideas, feels like more of the same 'it all happened off-screen, trust that it makes sense' journey saying that Viktor is 'still worth saving' feels especially yucky all things considered, like pls stop trying to save that man and let him act and choose for himself for once in this season maybe? never thought i'd miss the times when Viktor was doing unsafe experiments, getting illegal drugs from evil mentors and accidentally fridging random female assistants, but mmm that sure didn't get a proper continuation for him did it... just like with Caitlyn, or even Mel or Jinx, we just can't seem to get a proper development for the obviously Questionable things the characters choose to do, it's all kind of swept under the rug or cancelled out by magic interference i guess, or they changed their mind off-screen so it's fine now now that i think about it, Jayce is the only one who was allowed to somewhat grow and change organically, and yet this arcane adventure of his might end up ruining even that... well maybe Vi too but she didn't have a concrete focus this season, just more of the same 'should i reconnect with my sister/father or kill them off for good' and lesbian angst (if she still goes back to enforcers after this i just... fml) did Ambessa's warmongering get the best of her or was she cornered by the Black Rose shenanigans with no better way out? did Isha have any purpose aside from giving us false hope that Jinx will get better and have a happy ending? will Mel have any relevance aside from the new magical one and managing her own mother? does Viktor want to 'supersede nature' and get rid of human error element now because of his own character journey or because that's just what Hexcore is leading him to do?... will Caitlyn show that she still doesn't get why Zaun is the way it is or will she also go 'yeahhh i made some mistakes, but now we fight a common enemy yay, and i'll be a bit less strict in the future without making any meaningful changes to the status quo... it was all them foreigners fault' it's just all so... aghhh

and yep now i am expecting that the piltover/zaun conflict is overrr because they have to come together to fight Ambessa and whatever is going wrong with the magic, sighhh social conflict plotlines are a little too spicy for our animated league adaptation i guess... ...this is the only voiceline implication i like and even then i can't help but imagine Viktor the damsel in distress begging Jayce to fix the mistakes they both did instead of like, participating in that himself

bonus points if that promise won't even be to Viktor fghgfhgf

[ink-stains-and-constellations]

Hope is not naïve or silly or foolish or pointless.

Hope is determined. Hope is making your own light even when you're stuck in darkness. Hope is so much harder than despair. Hope is gritty, and stubborn, and above all is a refusal to give in to the little voice whispering, everything is worthless. Nothing matters. The world is shit and there's nothing you can do about it. Hope is hearing those words and shouting back, "No! The world may have problems, but it is worth fighting for. Our futures are worth fighting for. We are worth fighting for, despite everything."

People act like cynicism is more mature. Like you're just growing up and seeing the truth of the world. But that is stupid, because the world is complicated, and full of good and bad and okay and decent and really shit and amazingly beautiful and so-so and meh, and it can always be made better, there is always something you can do about the shitty parts.

And that's why I refuse to give up. That's why I am stubbornly remaining hopeful. Because I have been through some bad times, I have been deep in the darkness, I have hurt myself and hated myself and despaired at the world, I have forgotten how to smile and laugh, I have given up, and now that things are better I will not go back to believing that cynical, sad, angry, hopeless voice in my head. If the world is dark, I will make my own light. If something is bad, I will try my best to make it better. If I have to fight to do that, then I will fight, with my words and my actions and my art and everything I have. Because, despite everything, despite all the bad and awful and horrible, we are worth fighting for. Maybe it'll end up being pointless, maybe we're all doomed in the end, but here and now, we can still fight to create a bit more light in this world of ours. And I don't think that anything that creates a bit of light can ever be pointless.

[saagar-jaisi-aankhonwali]

Moonlit Pages #8

Moonshine's Musings

चांदनी का चिंतन

Thoughts , lot of thoughts , I sit here with various things going all around in my mind , I haven't been myself lately , I can sense it in my bones how things are going from worse to worst and yet I am not doing a single thing to stop it , I sit back and see my own life slipping from my hands....

I can see my hands shivering , my inside churning how my heartbeat sometimes drop so low , I am hardly breathing upon that I can feel a constant weight on my chest , I do not know if it's the weight of regret or the weight of my existence , but whatever it is , it is slowly eating me alive , it feels as if it is slowly taking me towards my end but no matter how hard I try , I can't control it.....

How hard it is to survive in a body constantly fighting to live but with a brain which always urges to die.....

I am losing interest in everything , listening to music was one such thing which always helped me but now it just doesn't matter if music is there or not....

I want to run away from everything , I just want to disappear , doesn't matter where I go but I can be anywhere instead of this world , instead of living a traumatic life it's better off dying a peaceful death , I feel lonely all the time , I have people who care for me but still it feels as if everyone around me is faking their concern....

Daily arguments , fights and this constant test which I have to pass in order to prove my worth , is something against which now I am losing my battle. I want to talk it out to someone but it just makes me feel like an attention seeker so I have no one who can understand me....

My mind plays tricks on me and i always believe my mind , I can feel pain in each pore of my existence and I do not know how to cope with this phase of life.....

क्या ये है एक छोटा लम्हा या बन गया है जीवन का अफ़साना कैसे समझें इस नादान दिल को न वो वक़्त रहा ना वो आलम वो भी एक दौर था जब हम भी कभी खुशियों की पर्चाई से घिरे थे अब तो घमों के साये में कहीं खो से गए हैं

I do not know where I am heading in life but "Day runs with a hope of one day life is gonna change" so let's not forget that and continue Hoping despite whatever life throws at us....

With the hope of this shall too pass

To the past me I am so proud of you....

To the future me I do not know where we are heading to , so let's just see what's up in life in the coming days....

Moonshine 💌

[xbluebirdx112]

The results of the US election have hit me slowly over the last week. My first thought when I heard the news was, "It's just four more years, and then he's done for good." But that's four more years to hurt people, to hurt my community, to strip us of our rights, humanity, and even our outlets like books and fanfiction itself. I didn't expect to find myself living in a dystopian society and I don't know what this reality means for my future, my life, or my education.

As a trans person, I'm not under any illusions of what exactly it means to be trans and the statistics that come along with it. Over the last few days, I've been feeling the weight of who I am-- my identity-- and all the ways others might hate me for it.

I've seen so many people who are truly just in shock and I'm afraid I can't offer more beyond that. To be completely honest, I feel like I've been betrayed by my own country and my own people. I'll be honest, fighting the good fight is exhausting and sometimes it can feel fruitless. But when I look around and see the people that I love who are so profoundly beautiful, I know that we won't stop. That I won't stop because what makes life worth living is humanity and they can't take that away.

All I can really say is that I'm going to take it as it comes and see what happens. It might not be okay, but it'll be, and as long as I have myself I can still change and grow and make decisions for myself.

More than anything though, I'll continue to create. Fandom and fanfiction are so important for so many reasons, and from my perspective, it's interwoven into the fabric of the way I engage with media and many people in the community. For those of you who are worried about how Project 2025 will affect fandom and Archive of Our Own, just know that we're so resilient. And also incredibly spiteful. You'll always have your stories.

I love you guys, and even though it doesn't feel like it, we'll be okay. It might be hard, shitty, and annoying, but we'll be okay.