#i hope to god i can do some of them justice. like. the whole gender exploration through kink for Jay? that's intimidating to write

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Okay, yelling more about this fic, because god it's been consuming my soul for too long to just post about it once and be done, but just, this fic has been so fucking fun to write. It started out as a plan for a maybe 4-5k word oneshot about Jay and Alex after that argument in the car park in entry 47, and now a year later it's 100,000 words, and 5 chapters long (whoops. where did that 5th chapter come from?) and goes into Jaylex's relationship more than I ever planned, AND ends up with Jam getting together (for now).

But just. Wow. I finished it?

Honestly it was starting to feel like I would never actually be done with this fic, and I guess I'm not technically done with it in the sense that I have plans for like 8 more fics to go in the series. So even though the main fic is done, I'm still gonna get to explore the characters and universe I put them in. Because I love the universe I've created for them (or i guess like, i took the original mh universe and changed some things idk, anyway) and I really wanna explore it more, including exploring about Jaylex's relationship back in uni and how/why it went downhill, as well as Jam's 'current' relationship. I even have an entry 80 fic planned that'll go into how Jay and Alex's relationship impacts what would happen in that entry.

God this fic is Satan and I sold it my soul I swear. It's everything to me and I have so many thoughts about it just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The fics I have planned for the series are so cool tho. (Spoilers under the thingy, because I need to talk about it, IF YOU'RE UNDER 18 PLS GO AWAY, a lot if not most of these fics are gonna be nsfw) so:

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1. Okay so, I have a precanon Jaylex fic planned which will go into Amylex's relationship more and explain Alex's real reasons for ending his and Jay's uni fwb relationship (it's not just internalised homophobia, that's just what Jay saw). That thing jay tried with Tim, where he tried to make tim choke him and tim was like dude wtf, that's not how you go about getting things you want? Yeah jay did that with Alex, except Alex was in the heat of the moment and used to them having a sadist/masochist relationship, so he just punished jay mid-scene for acting out and carried on. Then realised how bad he could have hurt Jay after Jay went home and had a whole breakdown over it that Amy had to look after him through.

And Amy only hears Alex's side of what happened exactly just before, so she assumes Jays this terrible awful person (which, yeah that was a shitty thing to do, so she's not completely wrong) and she convinced Alex to end the fwb relationship, because she's heard him be so low about Jay so many times she's like "honey, this is not a healthy relationship for you, get out of there"

2. I have two fics planned that'll delve more into Jay's gender crisis. Because that boy has 4 months to live and that's long enough for him to decide to start exploring his gender. I'm planning on most of that exploration being done through kink, since kink and sex are the places Jay's most comfortable in himself (sticking to he/him for Jay right now because i haven't actually decided what pronouns he'll go by in the end, if they change at all, it might make more sense for Jay to not actually figure out pronouns in the little time he has to explore his gender.)

Anyway. Kink and forced fem are gonna be the ways Tim and Jay explore jay's gender, because that way jay can sorta keep up his lil denial thing, while also letting himself explore. And once he knows Tim's not gonna hate him for having a kink about dressing as and being called a girl during sex he'll definitely be really comfy with it. Like, he's used to having weird kinks, so as long as he knows Tim won't hate him for this one, why would he care about it either?

One fic will massively focus on jay exploring his gender (and it'll probably be multi chapter because I keep coming up with ideas for it) and the other will probably be a short (hopefully) oneshot that'll just kinda be the starting point for the gender stuff, because I came up with a thing I NEED jay to watch Tim do (getting off in the shower using nothing but the water pressure) and jay is just very horny over it and wants to do it himself, and then finds its REALLY gender affirming for him (even tho he doesnt know thats what it is lol)

3) another smut one >:] jam doing some good old cockwarming where jay gets to worship Tim back (cos he didn't get to in the main fic, and I think he'll explode if he doesn't get to worship Tim's body like Tim worshipped his)

4) ANGST :D Jay tells Tim about the kiss on the doorstep with Alex. And Tim knows it's illogical, but he feels really hurt that Jay didn't tell him before, he hates how upset he is over it, but he can't make it go away. He feels almost betrayed that Jay let him go about thinking he'd given Jay his first properly meaningful kiss.

And, when jay explains the doorstep kiss and why he lied about it, that'll just make Tim dislike Alex more >:]

5) and entry 80 fic that explores how Jay and Alex's relationship and the fact that they both still love (sorta?) and care for each other impacts what happens in entry 80. Alex crying behind the gun because he tried to keep jay out of this, he tried to save him! And Jay refused to listen and just brought himself and now Tim, too, into it. And Alex has to save them the only way he can, the same way he saved everyone else, and that kills him. He can't live with what he's done after he kills Jay, he just can't, so he goes to Tim himself and begs him to show him mercy, begging Tim to kill him.

And Tim does show mercy (hehehheh, take that how you will)

6) and then :D the fic about Tim finding out he's having Jay's baby. This one will probably go at the end of the series so people can skip it easily if they want to, cos not everyone likes pregnancy even being mentioned in fics lol. But still, Tim has Jay's kid and ooooooo the angst that can come from that, especially with all the jay gender stuff and how Jay could have been Moma to this kid! Jay could have been mommy or mom and he never got the chance.

Tim has to raise that kid by himself for so long, Tim has to get better for her, and he does. With the timeline I have for this, I'm pretty sure that by the time that last episode of MH was posted, Tim would already have had the baby, so she could have been in a little car seat in the back of the car when he's driving up to that crossroad and making his decision on what to do next :DDDDD and he chooses her, chooses to live and give her the best life he possibly can :]

The last chapter of Sorry, It's Locked is finally out! After a whole year of writing this fic, it's done! (plus a nice surprise for you at the end of chapter 4 >:] )

i can't believe I actually finally did it. Like, holy shit.

Anyway, the chapters up, and I hope you enjoy (if you're under 18, please don't interact with this post or read the fic, i know I can't really stop you, but for my own comfort, pls dont, as it is an explicit fic)

[the-ravenist]

Lookn' Sexy

Five Hargreeves x Black!GN!Reader

Okay so below is my five x reader that I'm obviously not going to finish as I mentioned earlier. So obviously y'all voted yes to post what I have and y'all can finish it however you wish. But only if you credit me. This might be the only time I'm going to do this so please don't take advantage of this opportunity to steal any of my future works and continue them and stating that they are yours okay. As I mentioned below is my unfinished five x black reader, please do this fic justice, and I'll trust y'all to credit me, I'll repost anyone who finished this for me. I know you will do this fic good, alright good luck everyone!😘

Reader is gender-neutral, reader has locs, reader is mentally older (like 78) than Five yet is physically the same age(17), reader's powers are somewhat like a power connector or charger, just reader and Five wearing matching suits, established relationship, and slightly suggestive dialogue.

"Okay, this seems like a normal question but, How old is your lover?"

An annoyed sigh leaves Five's mouth as he looks at Lila, just the anger from the ruined briefcases increases just a tick at every inconvenience. This one being Lila's annoying voice.

"Why does it concern you," he asks with a sarcastic smirk, green eyes sparkling with irritation.

Wanting to tease him further, Lila replies with an equally sarcastic tone.

"Oh, there's no reason," she shrugs. "Just hoping that your old man mind wasn't having thoughts a pedo would have."

"Now why wou-"

His statement is interrupted by you coming into the electrical room in a corresponding yet matching white suit like Five's, just paired with a black turtle neck, black dress boots, and a thin gold chain with a ring, your wedding ring, in the middle.

Let's just say that you look rich and hot, like someone's actually attractive sugar daddy, Five's thoughts not mine.

You look from Lila and Five, you can still sense the tension of an argument as you were about to open the door.

"Did I interrupt something," you ask them.

You can see the warning look that Five gives Lila, the look only broadens her cheshire grin, she looks at you, eyes sprinkled with mischief.

"Oh, it's noth-"

"Oh, well I was just wandering, You know just a random thought," you nod at her, urging her to continue.

"How old are you, mentally of course," she adds.

Slightly taken back by the question, but not surprised. With a slightly suspicious look, you answer her question.

"I am mentally 78, last time I checked. Why?"

Instead of answering, Lila just laughs while Five's face flushes in anger, irritation, and embarrassment.

"Oh my god, I didn't know you were into cougars," she shrieks with laughter.

You laugh a little at the whole situation. Yes, people especially his siblings have asked this question time and time before, it mainly was Luther and Diego. Luther, of course, had to keep asking because of his shock, but the mention of his and Allision's whole incest love thing he had shut his mouth. Then Diego, well it was never really brought up unless it was a petty argument between him and Five.

"Okay, okay. We had our little giggle fest. Now can we please get to the situation at hand?" Five yells face still burning red.

You walk towards Five, kissing his forehead and muttering a small sorry love. His face flushes even more, if possible. Lila's laughter has lowered to small giggles but her attention is on the elephant in the room.

"All right then, what exactly are we supposed to do eh?" She nods towards the case. "It's fried," she continues.

"Well, I'm guessing Five was," you grab the charger cables connected to the briefcase. "What? A hotwire of some sort," you add, dropping the cables.

"Well, actually yes I was," he nods towards you. "Since my jumps are similar to the power of the briefcase," he starts.

"-Then it would recharge," You and Lila add.

"Well then what are you waiting for? Get to charging." You order.

"But I had already tried that," he murmurs.

"Yeah, and now his jump time has shrunk," Lila adds holding her fingers up in a pinching motion.

"So why didn't you copy his ability and you both charge it?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.

They seem to haven't even thought about that. Like these guys were one of the Commission's best, besides you of course, their IQs were one of the highest you've known.

So their brain cells were somewhere in Lala land. They look at the floor with heated faces, embarrassed at your claim, once again being outsmarted by you. Shaking off her embarrassment Lila stands up straighter and walks towards Five.

"Well, then. As much as you and I will hate this, I think your lover is suggesting that we hold hands for this to work." Lilia states as she holds out her hand.

Five's face is nothing but disgust as his eyes dart from her hand to you then back again.

"Excuse me?" He asks, shock evident in his tone.

"You heard me, you little shit. Now hold my hand," she urges her hand towards him. "The sooner we do this the sooner we can forget this."

She wasn't wrong in that sense but that does not make him cave. Instead, he rakes his brain for alternatives, wearing gloves wasn't going to do anything but melt the gloves, chopping off his hand, kind of dramatic and he'll be down a hand so no, using you as a jumper cable, na-wait. A slight smirk crawls onto his face, he looks at you, eyes holding nothing but smugness.

"But what if, and this is hypothetically speaking, there was a certain someone," he receives a pointed stare from you. "Who just oh I don't, " he links his hand together. "-link me and Lila's jumps together all while powering them up to ensure an efficient jump to our destination. And or possibly recharge the briefcase"

The smug smile on his face not only pisses you off because he's right, curse him and his big brain, but you love his big brain. Yet he's so adamant about not touching hands with Lila just for them to power up the briefcase. That they both need. With a sigh of frustration, you squeeze yourself in between the two while gripping their hands.

"You're lucky I'm bored and in dire need of an adventure," you say snark not hidden in the slightest.

"Well alrighty, then pipsqueaks hold on tight and give me everything you got."

[Ngl describing this scene is kind of difficult so if you want a visual it's best if you watch that scene and just imagine yourself between them, with your body mostly your hands pulsing with light So we're just gonna skip to where Five is in the switchboard room]

Looking around the now gray, snowed in a destroyed switchboard room. Chairs were knocked over, computer screens shattered, ceiling caving in, wires torn and sparking. The air smelled stale, and strangely of electrical tape, it's not a terrible smell, it won't kill you. With hands in your front pockets, you walk towards the only completely attached switchboard, you see your reflection on the mirrored screen.

"This place is completely in ruins Five," you mention as you look around the room again.

"I never knew that this place could be touched by anything," Five states as spins around the room.

"Especially a place in its own space in time," you mutter flicking the switches, hoping for a spark.

Five only hums, leaning down next to you, he smacks your hands away from the switchboard, flicks the right switches, and turns the knobs in a specific order. Letting the only non-shattered computer screen spark to life, showing Herb on screen.

Both of you look squint at the screen faces slightly squished together, to be honest, you weren't paying attention to what the small man on the screen said, you were looking behind him watching the office crumble and shatter. Just as soon as it started the screen blinked black, the smell of electrical tape and smoke flooding your nose, making you move away from the small screen.

"Oh poor Herb," you murmured. You had known Herb for a long time, he was an odd little guy, yeah but he and Dot were the sweetest people, that's rare in the life of the Commission. They were your friends before Five had blinked into your life, even after you and Five stared dating they were still your dearest friends.

"I guess this place wasn't entirely untouchable," Five sighs.

A beat of silence passes through before Five could continue.

"I'm sorry meraviglia," he grabs your hand in his own. "I knew how much he meant to you."

You squeeze his hand, thank you.

"Yeah but that's not important right now," there's a slight quiver in your voice. "What's important is that we find out what exactly is causing this to happen."

"I could kill for some scrambled eggs right now"

At Lila's mutter, you quickly let Five"s hand go.

"It's not like you can't," you mutter.

Not that you were embarrassed by your and Five's relationship when it came to Lila, of course not. You just need to focus on the task at hand even if that means you need to space yourself from Five for a bit.

"This is bigger than the timeline, Lilia," he starts. "What could be bigger than the timeline?"

"The fuckin' universe,"

"The missing dogs, people," you note. "The lobsters."

"It's the opposite of the big bang," Lila remarks.

"Instead of the universe expanding" you start.

"It's now collapsing in on itself," finishes Five.

"Like a prolapsing rectum."

Your snort breaks the small silence.

"A weird analogy but yeah," Five mumbles.

"Well here," Lila hands Five a book. "This might give us some answers."

"The Master Handbook," Five and you whisper as Five snatches the book from Lila's hands.

"The one and only," you can hear the smile in her voice.

Five flips through the pages, looking for something specific. Yet coming up short, until you grab his hand.

"Wait," you tap your finger on the page. "This, this is it," Grandfather Paradox, is written in bold at the top of the page.

"Ah, here we are," he nods at you. "Thank you, darling, okay protocol," he reads off the page.

"In the unlikely case of the grandfather paradox," Five starts.

"-the Founder and any essential personnel should-," you continue.

"-be immediately reprimanded to the operations bunker," Lila finishes.

"The Founder," Five repeats.

"What founder," Lilia questioned as she looks at the book. "Ah ah take a look at this," she points to the bottom of the badge.

"And if the Founder cannot be found then please seek the Eye for help," you read off what she point to.

"Okay the Founder, the Eye," Lila complains. "Who are these people," she questions.

"I don't know," Five murmurs.

"Okay, well we need to find that bunker," you state.

"ASAP," your friends say simultaneously. Five closes the book and walks out the door you and Lila hot on his heels.

"Jinx," she begins. "A-B-C-1-2-3, personal padlock," she teases.

"Can you not-"

"You can't speak," Lila interrupts his sentence.

"All right," he sighs your snort following afterward.

Five leads your trio to the bunker, the floor is littered with broken lights, insulation, and more. The place reeks of moldy water, electricity, and tape. There are holes, where the ceiling has been ripped open or fallen in, and snow is falling through these holes. Onto the hair of you and your company, it's beautiful in a sense, the now greyscale room covered in a layer of a mixture of fallen ash and snow.

You take a glance at Five, and you're awestruck at the beauty of your lover. Wrong time, you know but you couldn't help it. With the snow and ash falling into his raven black hair, nose and ears slightly red from the cold air, the outside light making his green eyes seem blue.

Yeah, your man was gorgeous and you tell him that every day, and each time it brings a bit of blush to the top of his ears.

"Face it Five-,"

You didn't notice that Five and Lila were having their own conversation

"-apocalypse problems are the only things that get your heart pumping," there's snark in her tone.

Five lets out an irritable sigh.

"I don't know why people keep saying that," annoyance is present. "I don't actually like chaos."

You can see Five's pace slow down, the solemn feeling of the conversation weighing on his mind.

"I don't want disorder," you can hear his voice get lower. "I-I want retirement."

He takes a long glance at you.

"I want retirement with the love of my life."

Your eyes water a bit at the claim. Five is not a very sentimental man, at least not in ways where it's visible to others. He had trouble showing his empathy, so usually, it comes in form of insults and snark filled compliments.

Only a stranger would say that he was a heartless boy, but only the ones he let close could tell that Five would do anything for the ones he loves. Sometimes you wish his family would understand that.

"A normal life of groceries and taxes?" Lila snorts. "You, you, and your lover would simply die of boredom."

"Yeah, well, you're not exactly cut out for domestic bliss either, Lila," you snark as you sped past her.

" 'Course I'm bloody not," you hear a bit away.

"Thank god," Five yells back, by now you're next to Five hands linked together.

"I mean," you hear Lila's footsteps quicken from behind you. "maybe it's a tone thing."

"I don't know but," Lila walks in front of the two of you. "You could really work on the way your speak ya' know."

You notice that Five is severely sweating, you look at the back of his neck to see red marks on his neck. He's been scratching.

Oh shit

You pull Five back a little bit, eyes a bit frantic.

"Now are you gonna tell me why the hell you're sweating like hell," you whisper furiously. "Or you're scratching like you've been rubbed with some fuckin' poison ivy!"

"It's n-"

"And don't give me that it's nothing bullshit," you point a finger in his face. "Are you experiencing paradox psychosis?"

A fart from Five answers your question.

"Fuckin' hell Five," you sigh.

"Hey, at least I haven't the Homicidal rage step," he whispers back as he stretches his neck again.

"In a way you're right but you've passed 4 fucking steps already!"

Five ignores you as a small smile crosses his face.

"Why are you smiling you little pisspot," you hear Lila asks.

"It better be because you're getting over your psychosis," you growled.

"Close," his eyes glance above your heads.

Following his sight, see the rectal scanner of the what you can infer is the door of the operational bunker.

"Well, I'll be damned," you place your hand on the round door. Yet you quickly take your hand pack as you feel a strike of energy prick your hand.

"Well, this is what we came for," Lila strides up to the door. " 'm guessing sense I found the book, that I should open the door."

A beaming red light scans her right eye, and it doesn't take long before a robotic voice speaks.

ACCESS: DENIED, NOT IMPORTANT PERSONNEL

A scoff leaves the woman's lips, a bit appalled. She quickly backs up and pushes your body forward.

"Okay, the most tolerable one goes first." Lila mutters, "who knows, you might be important personnel."

With some hesitation, you take a step closer to the door. You flinch as the red light scans your eye. The robotic voice speaks once again.

ACCESS GRANTED: NEED THE SECOND PART TO OPEN.

"Second part," you muttered confused as you backed away from the door.

"Well go on little shit," Lila should shives Five forward. "You're next."

Five rolls his eyes as he stiffly stands in front of the door. He doesn't flush as the red light scans his eye.

ACCESS GRANTED: SECOND PART ACCEPTED.

The door opens with a hiss, revealing a bright white and light blue room.

"Of course you're both important personnel," Lila says bitterly.

Five walks in the room first, his tense posture relaxing slightly. You enter after, walking ahead of him, scanning the room. Lila enters quickly after you stopping near a table with magazines and a red and white chair.

On the table stood a vase and in that vase stood some Phaius Orchids. You're favorite. They looked relatively fresh as if they were stuck in time.

You choose to walk further into the room. Your head swiveling to every corner of the room, locs in your high ponytail swishing with each turn. You can feel your eyebrow twitch as your eyes practically spot nothing wrong.

Not a single thing is out of place. There's not even a spec of dust anywhere.

Well besides the room itself.

"What's so important about this room is that it needed two rental scans to open," you mutter as you stuff your hands into your pockets.

[bills-bible-basics]

A Long History of Constant Lies!

#LGBTQ #GayRights #Transgender Last Updated: Sept. 14, 2024 Whether some of you realize it or not, our nation has been slip sliding away for literally decades. However, the slide has been so slow, so gradual, and so subtle, that it wasn't until about halfway through the decade of the 2010s that a lot of people really began to wake up to what has been going on. However, sadly, by that time, it was already too late. Serious damage had already been done, and the victory had already been won. What has been going on since then basically amounts to mopping up exercises and tying up the loose ends. And boy are they doing a good job of it! So exactly what am I talking about? Well, do you remember a few decades ago -- back in the 1970s, actually -- when the LGBTQ+ crowd began claiming that they just wanted to be left alone to live their lives as they please without harassment or discrimination? Fast-forward fifty years, and you will see one long history of continuous lies, as they aggressively advanced their radical, extreme agenda. Then came gender reassignment surgery. Then came renegade, liberal circuit court judges who repeatedly overturned the will of the people. Then came renegade, liberal state legislatures who likewise overturned the will of the people. Then came civil unions. Then on June 26, 2015 came nationwide legalization of same-sex "marriage" by mandate of the Supreme Court of the United States, despite the majority of the American people being opposed to it. Then came openly gay or lesbian bishops, pastors, priests, politicians, actors, sports figures, and everyone in between. Then came same-sex union blessings in some of the churches. Then came adoption of normal, healthy children by same-sex couples. Then came law suits against Christians and Conservatives who follow their hearts and their faith, and who oppose the LGBT lifestyle. Then came library books which openly promote the LGBT lifestyle. Then came gender-neutral bathrooms. Then came drag queens in our public schools during children's story hour. Then came teaching LGBT history in the classroom. Then came liberal parents who encourage their children to act and dress like the opposite sex. Then came hormone injections, puberty-blocking drugs in young children and double mastectomies on adolescent girls in order to alter their natural-born physiology so that they could appear outwardly the way that they were being made to feel inwardly by misguided adults and parents. Then came a gender-neutral option on birth certificates. Now they promote their ungodly lifestyle in every area of the entertainment and mass media industries where they possibly can, and constantly shove it in our faces. It is inescapable; unless one goes and lives in a cave. Now, in the latest news, according to an article in The Washington Times, some liberal-minded schools aren’t happy with just offering LGBTQ+ books in their school libraries. Now they want to FORCE young children with impressionable minds to read them, whether they like it or not. Yes, but of course, as they said, they just wanted to be left alone. Right? If you believe that nonsense, then you are seriously deceived! Thankfully, some parents are fighting back and taking it to the US Supreme Court. If the justices accept the case, let’s hope that the God-fearing justices on the bench will do what is right in the sight of God by giving these brave parents a victory. But concerning the LGBTQ+ agenda, well I say this: What about us? What about our right to live in a Bible-based, God-fearing society which honors and obeys God's natural order of things? How much longer will God endure this madness and rebellion against His holy Laws? When will His patience finally run out? When will His judgments begin to fall on the wicked who mock Him everyday, and who cast His Word to the ground? As the Apostle John wrote some two thousand years ago: "And‭ we know that we are of God, and the whole world lieth in wickedness."

1 John 5:19, KJV If John were alive today, oh how he would shudder! Article: "Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah: A Warning to Modern Society": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/destruction-sodom-gomorrah-1.html Article: "Future of Same-Sex Marriage": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/future-of-same-sex-marriage-01.html Article: "The Gay and Lesbian Agenda: To the Point!": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/homosex1.html Article: "When Sin is No Longer a Sin": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/whensin1.html Article: "Queen James Bible: Blasphemous Abomination Exposed!": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles/queen-james-bible-1.html "Homosexuality,Lesbianism, Bestiality, Transvestitism" KJV Bible Verse List: "https://www.billkochman.com/VerseLists/verse138.html Poetry regarding LGBTQ+ agenda: https://www.billkochman.com/Poetry/index.html#Gay-and-Lesbian-Agenda Graphics regarding LGBTQ+ agenda: https://www.billkochman.com/Graphics-Library/Gay-and-Lesbian-Agenda.html Non-BBB Article: The Gay Gene?": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles-Non-BBB/gaygene1.html Non-BBB Article: The Overhauling of Straight America": https://www.billkochman.com/Articles-Non-BBB/overhaul.html

[iridescentscarecrow]

ask on retrospring (archived) --

Q. ah yes I was the one who sent ask about the Reddit post before;

thank you for your thoughtful comments as always, I'm much grateful for it.

here is another post by the same person, /Yayuu (not me at all suggesting that you check out their other other posts that are also CSM kanji analyses) on which I'd again kindly ask for your insight.

wish you a good day ahead!

https://www.reddit.com/r/ChainsawMan/comments/164mgs7/ch_141_analysis_fujimoto_just_mentioned_god_a/

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A. hello again! i've not yet gotten time to go over the rest of this user's posts but i will surely do so when i find some time.

the post you've linked was an intriguing read asw. God in CSM is a concept that i think can be very linked to how religion is articulated in part 2.

re: the points that this post brings up, i have some (q messy) thoughts i'll throw at you--

angel devil's name is something i've always regarded as an inherent contradiction centered around a reference to godhood/belief (one that bears thinking about alongside the human//devil dichotomy of part 2 and i think especially wrt comparing them to makima the Necessary Evil, the humanlike devil who resembles Angel... there's an interesting analogue to makima's performance of gender i like to poke at) ... because in part one power functions through the State (which deploys devils... a belief system with its intricacy in materialised devils (ideas directly formed from human imagination. many thoughts re: religion here). but the State refuses to bestow idolatry to devils by name even if it makes use of them. God is obscured.

the polarity here comes in with p2's Church - use of the word God then placed next to their worship of the CSM, the fire devil preying on desires... so much of it is layered in Myth (prophecy, the csm, the echoing kumbaya). belief system overturned, God brought in -- miri's whole instrumenthood and justification of himself also through what God believes in. we've broken out of the carcass of the state (despite the state and the church being Aligned in exploitation -- fumiko // barem's fanhood re: denji's private and public self) and we're faced with its glistening insides.. and it makes sense then that God is brought back in focus because what do people Believe in then? thinking of yuko's discontentment with the system making her Give herself to a Higher Justice. this tying into p2's themes. thinking of the jesus-denji analogy (you might find my post on that interesting) -- tying that in here with God as a visible higher power (also a subversion of makima's motherhood. she was no god. it's painfully masculine a role)... makes for much to chew on!

thank you as always for the ask, anon! i hope you have a wonderful day too :)

[jonoodles]

It's not hard to understand why there are more out trans people now if you aren't a dullard acting in bad faith. When the threat of violence and legal marginalization was even more of a threat, people lived whole lives in the closet or just commited suicide quietly, not adding to the statistic. Pretty easy conclusion.

I can also say anecdotally that being on estrogen has been far more helpful than the cocktail of SSRIs, Stimulants, and Antipsychotics I've been made to take since I was 11. And I know that being on puberty blockers instead would have spared me a lot of pain

I imagine you're going to pretend you're against all those medications for children too. Even though it's far more widespread and harmful, it's clearly a lower priority to you. And you're going to continue credulously qouting the same psych industry that doles out those meds numbers on diagnosable gender dysphoria.

Either way as shitty as you are I hope you find happinees some day. I mean performative Christian whose obssessed with us, come on, we've all seen where this goes before.

Until that day stop shitting up our tags, I'm trying to look at nice posts on my lunch break.

So this person is saying people who are in the closet also commit suicide, because they couldn't come out and be themselves. (I believe that's what they are saying). I agree that is probably true. And I am not saying trans people commit suicide because they are trans people. I am saying they commit suicide because they struggle and I think we need to help them not only by transitioning them but offering counseling and such. It is simply a fact, I am not attempting to weaponize it, against trans people but rather people who say cis people are just jealous.

Now please do not be offended by my response.

Was it hard to get put on estrogen? Were you diagnosed with gender dysphoria? What was it like to get put on estrogen? I disagree that puberty blockers are a good thing. I still don't think children can consent.

If you're 18 I have no qualms with your transition. I don't applaud you as a hero. But I'll let you live your life. I don't think being trans is really a big deal. Unless it is a child who has yet to go through puberty.

You bring up a good point with the other medication kids can be on

Those medications for children: SSRIs ( anti depressants I believe), stimulants, and anti psychotics. The reason I am somewhat okay with those for kids is because they do not change your body's function or structure on a physical scale to such a great extent as puberty blockers. (Ex: they do not change your bone density ect..) I wish kids didn't have to be on them (anti depressants and such), but sometimes their situations call for it. That should be a medical choice that involves a professional and their parents.

Another thing on that point is: no one is glorifying their mass amount of medication. (Well some are but not the extent of people glorifying being trans)

We can probably both agree being trans is a difficult journey. That is why it is not fit for a child.

I do not enjoy being called a performative Christian. I don't care how you judge me but rather how God would.

Isaiah 56:1 (NIV)

“This is what the Lord says: “Maintain justice and do what is right, for my salvation is close at hand and my righteousness will soon be revealed.”

Here are my beliefs layed out for you to attack as you please;

I disagree with transition as a Christian (that means I will not transition myself or encourage it). But I believe from a legal standpoint adults have the right to do as they please to their bodies. Children do not because they are underaged.

I believe your best point was about the use of other drugs on children. But you still failed to actually defend your case as a whole. You have mainly attacked my character. Which isn't really what invalidates an idea.

I would also like to know what it is like for you to be on estrogen. If you don't respond that's fine, if you would just tell me about it in an "ask" I won't respond publicly to it. I am genuinely just curious.

Thank you for your ask ♥️

~ 𝒥ℴ 🪐

[thefanficmonster]

Hello ^_^ can I request a penguinz0 headcanons where he has a soft kawaii gf/s/o who's like the exact opposite of him, they don't swear, soft spoken, family friendly dhejje and when they both announce that they are dating their fans won't believe them they are nothing alike 😭😭 thanks in advance <33

CHARLIE MY BELOVED -*ahem*

Thank you so much for the request darling! I absolutely love your idea and I really hope my headcanons do it justice and I hope you enjoy reading them 💕

Pairing: Penguinz0 x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing (?)

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

- If sunshine was a person, that'd be you

- The optimist, the starry-eyed dreamer

- The one who focuses on the silver lining and the endless possibilities of how life can wind in a positive direction

- You also used to be the one to never believe in the whole idea of opposites attract

- Man has that smacked you square in the face now

- How, you might be wondering?

- Well, allow me to tell you

- If a gloomy rainy afternoon with frequent shimmers of sunlight in-between the clouds was a person, it'd be Charlie

- The realist, leaning more into pessimist

- The one who's known to say: "Can this shit get any fucking worse?!"

- You see, Charlie never believed in such a thing as rules of attraction and romance

- As much as he lacks romance himself, he understands the concept

- Understands that there are no rules to it

- People aren't two sides of a magnet that can either push each other away or pull one another in

- No, people are complex, at least more complex than a magnet

- People understand the consequences to the pull and the reasons behind the push

- People aren't always the best at staying away when they need to

- Nor do the always stick around when they should

- People are hardwired to love and want to be loved

- Yes, even Charlie, even if he refused o admit it up until he met you

- "Love is cool and all, but have you ever had a perfectly made grilled cheese sandwich? That shit just hits different, don't come at me."

- Yeah...he was that type of a guy before he met you

- After the two started seeing each other, the change in him started becoming more and more evident

- Bad habits are often more contagious, but between you two, it seems to be the other way around

- You've helped Charlie become a better version of himself, take better care of himself as well as work on better expressing his beliefs which is something he's always secretly been worried about

- You’ve also started converting him more into optimism but he’d never admit it

- And this whole time he has just been trying to get you to swear at least once in your streams

- He’s failed, I'll tell you that

- Truth be told, you don't need to swear, not when he does it for you

- You'd be in the middle of playing a song on your guitar or doing your makeup on stream and he'd just walk in, striking up some small talk

- The only catch is, every other word would be a cuss word

- So you’ve gotten in the habit of muting yourself automatically when you hear the door starting to open

- Well one time you weren’t quick enough

- Or rather not attentive enough since you had your noise cancelling headphones on

- That way Charlie managed to make his way into the room undetected, come up behind your chair and kiss the top of your head

- Although the gesture was endearing, it still startled you to find out you were no longer alone in the room

- It was only then that the fact that Charlie was in frame with you set in

- While your eyes widened in momentary shock, he just waved at the camera

- “What the fuck is up everyone. I hope Y/N’s told you about me cause if not....this would kinda awkward.”

- You’d agree, but your face was buried in your hands, the blush on your cheeks increasing by the second

- “Babe look! Your chat’s literally flying, damn!” 

- “Yeah and who’s fault is that, Charlie?”

- “You’re cure when you’re flustered” :)

- “I swear to God...”

- To make a short story shorter, the your respective fandoms took the news surprisingly well

- Yes, they were quite shocked at the unlikely pairing you and Charlie make, but they were all so supportive and happy for you both

- And so were Charlie’s friends who he introduced you to directly soon thereafter 

- To say you were nervous about it would be an understatement but they too were so kind and lovely, it was hard not to warm up to them immediately

- Who knew that your boyfriend’s shenanigans would take you this far

- I mean, it should come as no surprise: if you’ve had an impact on his life in the aspect of his view of it and the world itself, he’s had an impact on yours with helping you get out of your comfort zone and be more spontaneous 

- Without him you probably wouldn’t have been able to check off all the things you’ve crossed off your bucket list up until this point

- Oh yeah, and as I said he’s tried to get you to swear at least half as much as he does but to no avail

- “No, Y/N, ‘crap’ and ‘screw’ don’t count as swear words.”

- You’ll get ‘em next time Charlie

- Or probably not

[blessedarethebinarybreakers]

[Nsfw?] How the heck does one deal with intense shame and guilt w/r/t sexuality esp if you grew up lgbt in a hardcore repressive household. esp if you want to remain Christian. I'm deeply afraid of disappointing God and going to hell. Like it's such a deep and involuntary fear which produces so much anxiety within me.

Idk what to do and honestly it's killing me

cw: shame & guilt, fear of hell

Dear anon, I am so sorry that you are going through this pain. Your body and sexuality are gifts from the God who created us as embodied beings and called us good. I am so sorry human beings have taken those gifts and twisted them, made you feel shame and guilt around them. You are absolutely not alone in this struggle.

The fear of hell is also one that so many of us struggle with at some point in our lives. It makes my blood boil that so many Christians turn Jesus's Good News of liberation for all into bad news of torture and punishment for many. The way many churches teach Christianity, the only way they can keep people in the pews is to scare them into staying. But Jesus didn't fearmonger like that; he brought healing and hope and wholeness to those he ministered to.

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Ultimately, my response to you is to encourage you to seek professionals who can support you far better than I can. If at all possible, I highly recommend finding a counselor or therapist who specializes in helping people with sexual trauma or who are recovering from anti-sex sentiments, anti-LGBT rhetoric, etc.

Make sure that anyone you decide to try out is in favor of undoing purity-culture-type shame and guilt around sexuality, rather than reinforcing it. If you need help finding someone who seems like a good fit for you, please feel free to private message me with your general location and I can try to search for you; or send me the websites of anyone you find and I can see if they're on the anti-shame side of things.

So yeah, I want that disclaimer out there that the best things for you are more long-term support than I can offer, as well as the simple passage of time. Still, I do have a few things that may help guide you as you go; I'll share them below.

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I have a post here responding to someone else who struggles to let go of the fear that God will send them to hell for being gay & trans. They're Catholic, which may or may not be your own background, but even if the Catholic stuff doesn't fit your situation, most of the stuff in my reply can fit a more general Christian background.

One thing I emphasize in that post is that heaven is a gift given freely by the God who loves us. That means that even if it turned out that people like me who believe wholeheartedly that God affirms LGBTQA+ identities were wrong, God's response to our mistake would not be to fling us to hell — God would enfold us in Their love. As I write in that post,

Heaven isn’t a reward for getting the best grade on a theology test: heaven is a gift from God to us, pure and simple. That can be hard to digest, but it’s the core of Jesus’s message: we don’t earn salvation; it’s given freely and joyfully to us by the God who longs to be with us forever. There is nothing you can be or do to cancel out that gift.

I end that post with links to further discussions on hell, including the suggestion that hell may not be real at all — or if it is, it's not a place packed with souls being punished for all time. God's justice is not human justice; it's not punitive and vengeful like that.

I say all that while also emphasizing that I do firmly believe that God intends and affirms a diversity of sexuality, gender, and so on. God is not disappointed in you for being your beautiful self! Jesus came to liberate us to live fully into those unique selves.

My #affirmation tag is full of stuff on that topic;

and my #rebuttals tag responds to common arguments made against LGBTQA+ persons.

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For more on sexuality:

This post responds to someone who grew up steeped in purity culture and felt "defiled" after having sex. I respond with assurance that human beings cannot be "damaged goods"; information about how sexuality is depicted in the Bible; and an example of a faithful sexual ethic that makes room for far more sex than just "between one cis man and one cis woman who are married."

Other resources that might help you as you work through your fears and shame:

I really love this "blessing for our bodies" by Nadia Bolz-Weber. .

For a longer work by the same author, check out Shameless: A Sexual Reformation. If you can't buy the book, it's available in many libraries; it's also available as an audiobook. If you're looking for a book-length exploration of how much of Christianity has used shame around sex to oppress and control various marginalized groups, and how God has a better way, this is my top recommendation. .

Bad Theology Kills by Kevin Garcia is another great book that unpacks the bad fruits of shame and good fruits of affirmation. .

Queer Theology puts out online resources on the topic of sex. Click here for their full webpage of resources.

Or click here for their article "What to Do with Shame, Sex, and Jesus." .

Finally, my FAQ has a section of links to posts about "guilt and fear around sex," including questions about pre-marital sex & masturbation.

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Sending you love, anon. May the God who made you as you are and delights in you ease your fears and guide you towards the people and places that can help you find peace and joy. <3

If anyone else has resources or encouragement for anon, please share.

[sleepy-dreamers-inc]

Female! Reader with a deep voice|| ‼️

irl / in-game

Genre| fluff? maybe? I’d say fluff-

o n e-s h o t||

Sypnosis|

Y/N has never once hinted at they’re gender, and with not doing a face reveal, and having a rather deep voice makes her friends believe shes a guy. It wasn’t one day till they we’re goofing off on her stream that the internet learns the truth.

Photo Editor| me!! I edited them myself! Just supposed to be little photos to depict Tommy, Dream, George and Sapnap respectively. (Also would you guys like to see me edit more stuff for posts? I’d love to know!)

Requester: @m0on-blue!! Thank you for the request, this was a really fun idea!

Warnings: swearing!!

ft. Phil, Wilbur and Tubbo!

It was another day, and another stream. Y/N was currently messing around with Tommy, Dream, George and Sapnap on the SMP. The joyful sound of laughter could be heard all throughout their headsets, spinning in they’re chairs, banging on desks, and many more antics we’re shared between the five.

Y/N was currently doing a Media Share stream, and her fanbase was not afraid to send her into a wheezing fit. Wether its the “cheeto” video or a funny moment SMP animatic, they truly had no mercy. The five we’re all having a good time, sharing laughs and passing back and forth witty, sarcastic banter.

“I- i dr- *wheeze* dropped kicked that child in self defeNSE-“ Dream wheezed out, banging on his desk as his microphone picked up his laughing fit. “Its not even that funny Dream, calm down big man.” Tommy laughed, looking to his camera then back to his monitor. His face was slowly turning red from the amount of laughing he was doing.

“Tommy i just think your jealous that Dream finds Techno funny and not you.” Y/N giggled, they’re in game avatar sprinting around in front of Tommy’s house where they all sat, laughing they’re asses off. “OI DICKHEAD- HEY DICKHEAD I HAVE YOU KN-“ The blonde brit started screeching, snaking his fingers through his fluffy blonde hair. He soon got cut off by Sapnap telling him to shut up, as George laughed in the background, jumping on the fence that surrounded the landscape. His facecam simply showing him in his grey hoodie, with his iconic ‘clout’ goggles.

Another video soon played on Y/N’s stream, it was a tiny animation with a very cute, round, soft aesthetic style. It was simply a all white character, no hair, clothes, the only features the person had was simply eyebrows and a mouth.

The little character sat in the bottom left of the screen, a coral background making the character pop out even more. The character seemed to be thinking, when text soon appeared on the video.

“is Y/N a boy or a girl? Why not... both?”

The screen then showed a female character doing a tiny dance, as she soon switched genders in the middle of the screen, Y/N then appeared on the other side as a boy, as he danced, flipped his bangs and grinned, the video soon cut off as Y/N’s chat flooded with messages.

katty_kat103: woman Y/N pog?? 👀

fangirlinnit: okay but male Y/N is low key hot ngl

asleepyfans_inc: headcannon that Y/N can switch genders whenever :]

The chat was clogged up with messages, dono messages much the same. Y/N simply laughed, hearing Wilburs text-to-speech message.

“Wait i thought Y/N’s gender was an enigma that only gender-cryptids like them can know”

Y/N giggled again, clicking keys on her keyboard as she sprinted around in-game, soon stopping to eat.

“Listen all I’ll say is the male gender bend looks pretty poggers.” Y/N said, adjusting they’re mic and fixing they’re headset.

“Wait what-“ George said, his eyes widening in shock ad he stared off to the side before looking back up to his camera.

“WOMAN POG???” Tommy yelled, looking away from his monitor to his other, as he soon became a mumbling, incoherent mess. “CAN WE GET SOME PRIMES IN CHAT BOYS?? CAN WE GET SOME PRIMES FOR THIS VERY SPECIAL OCCASION? LET THE PRIMES FLOOD I- YES!!” Tommy yelled, shifting in his seat, rolling around.

“Wait Y/N your female?” Dream asked, sprinting around her while eating. She simply snorted, “always have been, piss baby.” Dream and Sapnap laughed at her snarky remark as Sapnap suddenly said,

“Y/N gender reveal?? NOT CLICKBAIT!” Which got Y/N laughing harder, so bad to the point she almost fell out of her chair and onto the floor. All of them giggled, this whole situation came out of left field, yet left them more hysterical than any of the other moments in the stream.

It was only a few minutes that passed, them all calming down and going back to chatting, courtesy of George asking them to not bust his ear drums. It wasn’t even a second that passed until 3 other members entered the call.

“Y/N YOUR A WOMAN?!??” Tubbo yelled, as he logged into the Dream SMP, running towards where they all were. Wilbur started to yell “Y/N Gender Pog!!!” As he stretched his sentence out, as Phil simply laughed in the background, a huge grin on his face as he shook his head, fingers grasping his nose as he laughed harder at his action.

“Yes Tubbo, yes i am a woman.” Y/N laughed, as she went to go grab her drink from the side of her desk. Y/N sipped on her drink, but Wilbur soon perked up, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Wait is this canon? Like a canon event?” Wilbur talked, the mic practically picked up his smug smile as Y/N spit her drink over to the side, as she choked a little.

Tubbo and Phil were hysterical, Dream turned into a kettle, Tommy started yelling, his mic cutting in and out as Sapnap laughed and a drowned out “what” from George all happened at once. Y/N sat back in her seat, staring wide eyed at her ceiling as she thought,

“This SMP is filled with a literal bunch of adult-children AND LITERAL children.”

She wouldn’t have it any other way though.

a/n: hello again!! This was my first ever requested fic!! Pog!! :D

Anyways, i hope i did this request justice. I wrote this at 3:28 AM so it might not be that good, as well as i got road blocked in multiple parts of the fic, so im sorry if it came out as OOC or bad!!

Anyways, i should probably go to bed, if not god knows what will happen to me lol my sleep shcedule is already all over the place. But i hope you all have a wonderful day/night wherever you are!! Make sure to hydrate and have a snack, stay happy and simp for Wilbur :]

[x-reader-theater]

Hey first I want to tell you that I love your blog and writing so thank you for writing and sharing it with us!!!

And I was wondering maybe a Spencer x reader or a team x reader and the reader got a high emotional intelligence and it's help on cases but they realize to do so the reader had to put a little bit of themselves like if the case really rough they're more tired and just angst cause of that but a fluffy happy ending please?

Thank love you take care and drink water 💙

This reader is gender neutral since a gender was not specified. Also this is purely platonic but if you want some PolyBAU at some point in the future I am so down. I really hope I did this justice!

Warnings: Mentions vomiting.

@mystic-writes I love you. That's all. Also they edited this. XD

"So, how did you know Grant?" you ask the woman sitting in front of you. "He was my boyfriend. We've been dating for three years…" the woman says and you can see the sadness in her watery eyes. You feel your heart clench for her. "I can't believe he's dead…"

JJ looks at you, concerned when you don't tell her your follow up statement, so she says for you, "Grant was murdered by an unsub who's been proving these men are unfaithful."

"What? Grant would- he wouldn't- you don't mean…" the woman trails off, and she puts her head in her hands as she begins to sob.

You feel your chest tighten and you suddenly feel like you can't breathe. You shut your eyes before wrenching them open and getting out of your chair, beelining it out of the small room. You run through the precinct and out through the front doors into the cold, winter air of New York City. What you hoped would be less stuffy is actually worse, and you look around for a trashcan.

Seeing one, you bend over it and vomit up your breakfast. Or what little is left of it.

As your body heaves, you feel a comforting hand on your back and Emily says quietly, "Shhh, it's okay…"

You cough a couple times as your body tries to expel anything else, but nothing comes up. Eventually, you're just panting over and spitting into the trash can every few seconds. You pull away and sigh deeply, taking the handed napkin and wiping your mouth with it.

"Are you okay?" Emily asks and you nod.

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm just not feeling very good," you say, and she nods, rubbing your back again.

"Let's get you back inside and I'll get you some tea…"

You wave her off. "I can go back in on my own."

She looks at you dubiously before nodding. "Alright. I get you one of those expensive Starbucks teas you like." You nod at her, thankful, and walk slowly back inside.

You make your way into the back where the team has been set up, and you sit in one of the uncomfortable chairs, putting your head in your arms. You hear the door open and looking up you expect it to be Emily, but you see Derek instead. You groan and put your head back in your arms.

"Woah, what's the matter with you?" He asks.

"Go away."

You hear the chair next to yours pull out and he says, "No, something's wrong. Are you okay?"

You look up at him and snap with a glare, "I'm *fine* Morgan. Leave me alone."

He frowns as well, though a lot less maliciously and says, "Okay, what we're not going to do is yell at each other."

You look over at Derek from your arms and mutter, "Sorry."

"So, what's wrong?" He places a hand on your shoulder and you sigh.

"I just don't feel very good. I think I had a panic attack…" you trail off, looking away from him. He squeezes your shoulder and you lean into the touch.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You shake your head and he squeezes your shoulder again before letting go.

He goes to leave, but you call out, "Wait." He stops and looks back at you right as he's at the door. "Can you turn off the lights?"

He nods and smiles, doing as you ask, plunging you into near darkness. You're so incredibly thankful for the darkness. The headache that's pounding at your temples lessens slightly.

The door opens again and something is placed in front of you. Looking up, you see it's a hot Starbucks drink and you grab it, wrapping your fingers around it. It's too hot to drink, but it gives you some feeling in your fingers.

Emily quickly leaves the room, passing Hotch who enters next. He goes to flick on the lights, but at your very visible wince, doesn't. He walks over to the table and sits down in front of you.

"JJ said you ran out of your interview…" Hotch says calmly and you nod. "Is there a reason why?"

You pause at that, trying to pinpoint the exact thing that made you run out. But, it isn't just one thing. It's multiple.

"I just- she lost her boyfriend. They were probably going to get engaged, get married, and the whole time he was cheating on her. First she has to deal with the fact he's dead, and now that he's been cheating on her this whole time, and god! What if it isn't such a bad thing he's dead! I mean, what if he deserves it!" you exclaim.

"You don't mean that." Hotch says it as a statement, not a question, and it makes you pause.

You sigh. "No. I don't. I just- I feel her pain. And I'm just… overwhelmed I guess."

Hotch nods. "Go back to the hotel. We can handle the case. Take Reid with you. You're rooming together and he needs sleep as well."

You frown. "Are you sure? I'm able to help I-"

"I'm sure," Hotch cuts you off. "You need sleep. He does too."

And with that, Hotch gets up and leaves the room. You sigh and grab everything you need before leaving. You blink as the bright fluorescent lights of the station only help to aggravate your headache, but you walk over to Spencer and place a hand on his shoulder.

"We're supposed to go back to the hotel," you say.

He frowns. "I still have work to do. I'm in the middle of our geo-profile."

You shrug. "Hotch's orders. And besides. You only have two bodies. You'll need a third if that's ever going to be accurate. Come on. Get some sleep," you say, squeezing his shoulder and pulling him towards the door.

"Okay, okay. Let me get my stuff."

You nod and wait for him to put his files into his messages bag and slip it over his head, before walking over to you.

You leave the precinct and start the short walk to the hotel. Spencer bumps his shoulder with yours, his hands in his pockets, as he asks, "Everything alright?"

You nod and put your own hands in your pockets, the chill of the air biting into your skin. "Yeah. I just… this case is really difficult. And having to talk to the victim's families… I guess it's just too much this time," you explain. "I just feel too much and I don't want to. Usually I can tell what someone is thinking and empathize with them, even the unsubs, and it gets us out of plenty of scrapes, but today I just… don't care about the victim. Like, I feel like I don't care if they live or die. And… and that scares me."

You sigh as you pour your feelings out to Spencer, who reaches over and wraps an arm around you. He stops and pulls you into a hug, something he's only done once, and you wrap your arms around his middle.

"It's okay to be scared," he murmurs and you nod. He holds you for a few more moments before pulling away and smiling at you. "Let's get some dinner before we go to sleep. We could both eat, and we're not technically working right now…"

You smile and nod, squeezing his arm as he leads the way.

[bills-bible-basics]

A Long History of Constant Lies! #LGBTQ #GayRights #Transgender Whether some of you realize it or not, our nation has been slip sliding away for literally decades. However, the slide has been so slow, so gradual, and so subtle, that it wasn't until about halfway through the decade of the 2010s that a lot of people really began to wake up to what has been going on. However, sadly, by that time, it was already too late. Serious damage had already been done, and the victory had already been won. What has been going on since then basically amounts to mopping up exercises and tying up the loose ends. And boy are they doing a good job of it! So exactly what am I talking about? Well, do you remember a few decades ago -- back in the 1970s, actually -- when the LGBTQ+ crowd began claiming that they just wanted to be left alone to live their lives as they please without harassment or discrimination? Fast-forward fifty years, and you will see one long history of continuous lies, as they aggressively advanced their radical, extreme agenda. Then came gender reassignment surgery. Then came renegade, liberal circuit court judges who repeatedly overturned the will of the people. Then came renegade, liberal state legislatures who likewise overturned the will of the people. Then came civil unions. Then on June 26, 2015 came nationwide legalization of same-sex "marriage" by mandate of the Supreme Court of the United States, despite the majority of the American people being opposed to it. Then came openly gay or lesbian bishops, pastors, priests, politicians, actors, sports figures, and everyone in between. Then came same-sex union blessings in some of the churches. Then came adoption of normal, healthy children by same-sex couples. Then came law suits against Christians and Conservatives who follow their hearts and their faith, and who oppose the LGBT lifestyle. Then came library books which openly promote the LGBT lifestyle. Then came gender-neutral bathrooms. Then came drag queens in our public schools during children's story hour. Then came teaching LGBT history in the classroom. Then came liberal parents who encourage their children to act and dress like the opposite sex. Then came hormone injections, puberty-blocking drugs in young children and double mastectomies on adolescent girls in order to alter their natural-born physiology so that they could appear outwardly the way that they were being made to feel inwardly by misguided adults and parents. Then came a gender-neutral option on birth certificates. Now they promote their ungodly lifestyle in every area of the entertainment and mass media industries where they possibly can, and constantly shove it in our faces. It is inescapable; unless one goes and lives in a cave. Now, in the latest news, according to an article in The Washington Times, some liberal-minded schools aren’t happy with just offering LGBTQ+ books in their school libraries. Now they want to FORCE young children with impressionable minds to read them, whether they like it or not. Yes, but of course, as they said, they just wanted to be left alone. Right? If you believe that nonsense, then you are seriously deceived! Thankfully, some parents are fighting back and taking it to the US Supreme Court. If the justices accept the case, let’s hope that the God-fearing justices on the bench will do what is right in the sight of God by giving these brave parents a victory. But concerning the LGBTQ+ agenda, well I say this: What about us? What about our right to live in a Bible-based, God-fearing society which honors and obeys God's natural order of things? How much longer will God endure this madness and rebellion against His holy Laws? When will His patience finally run out? When will His judgments begin to fall on the wicked who mock Him everyday, and who cast His Word to the ground? As the Apostle John wrote some two thousand years ago: "And‭ we know that we are of God, and the whole world lieth in wickedness." 1 John 5:19, KJV If John were alive today, oh how he would shudder! 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[cunningambitousdetermined]

The Plan (Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader)

title: the plan

pairing: natasha romanoff x f!reader

warnings: mild swearing, mentions of homophobia, FLUFF with a dash of angst

summary: Y/N has been in love with Natasha Romanoff for a VERY long time and honestly, Tony is getting sick of watching it. Natasha has been in love with Y/N since the very first day and Steve can’t take the assassins obliviousness anymore. Steve and Tony, reluctantly of course, team up to make the pair notice how perfect they are for each other. (OH SHOOT IM SORRY I SUCK AT SUMMARIES WOW)

requested by @iamninaanna: 

Hey Sunshine, I love your writing, so I'm here to request something :) 

Can I please request a Natasha Romanoff × reader, where the Avengers are playing truth or dare, and somebody challenges Natasha to kiss the reader, or something like that, and then they confess their feelings to one another. I was having something in mind, I hope it's not to specific, that like Natasha rambles about the reader to Steve A LOT, and he's so sick of it, he has to do something about it, while it's the same situation with reader, just that she's talking to hers best friend, which can be any of the Avengers, you decide, and then Steve and the reader's best friend make a plan together, and well, you know the rest <3

Okay, that was a lot, but I'm really excited😊 Thank you if you write it!!

a/n (i think that's what i put when i’m responding, if i screwed it up please let me know, it would be much appreciated) :

hi taja! thank you so much, this is the first time someone has requested something and im really excited. but also terrified. more terrified. reader is a girl but if someone wants me to rewrite this as gender neutral, i can.  hope i do it justice and if your reading this, thank you for reading. if anyone has any feedback, it’s always welcome. okay here i go!!

the story: 

Y/N Y/L/N flopped backward on to Tony Stark’s bed, grabbed the nearest pillow and let out a angry scream into the unsuspecting piece of cloth and feathers. 

“Woah kid, what’d the pillow do to you?” Tony joked, his eyes still trained on whatever new gizmo he was working on, chuckling at his best friends antics.

“It’s fucking Natasha” Y/N mumbled quietly into the pillow, her voice muddled by the soft white sheets that she buried her head farther in. Tony was silent, the only sounds was the clinking of the Tony’s robots and tools working, so she assumed he hadn’t heard her. Not that she wanted him too anyway. 

Y/N was in love with Natasha Romanoff. Head over heels, fully in love with the assassin that she’d worked closely with for the past years. To describe how Y/N felt about Natasha in words would never to how she really felt in justice. Natasha was a tall glass of Coke: Orange Vanilla. Rare, unsuspectingly sweet, and utterly addicting. Her red hair, the black bodysuit, the way she fought, she could take down 10 men on her own, with her bare hands. She was sweet- always sharing her secret candy stashes with Y/N- smart -helping Y/N out when she was still taking classes. 

Sometimes Y/N really thought Natasha felt the same way, then she flirted with a guy here and hot girl there and the idea fled from her brain.  Y/N had never seen Natasha have an inclination toward women, she flirted with every living thing. Y/N liked to think it was a coping with feelings for someone and that's why she was so flirty but in reality, Y/N knew there was no way she felt near the same way. She was an extra to the Avengers. And besides, no one even knew she liked girls. 

“It’s what, darling?” Tony had moved and was now sitting in front of Y/N, spinning around in his chair like a little kid in their dad’s office.

Y/N wanted to tell him how in love she was with Natasha, she wanted to tell him all the little things she noticed, all the little things she loved. But she couldn’t. How would Tony take it? Tony might take it okay, but the team? Steve? Bucky? They were from the 40′s, women didn’t love other women openly back then, did they still think it was... unnatural? She didn’t think she could deal with being any more of an outcast. Did Natasha like girls? The thoughts were drowning her slowly, cutting off her air supply, the last bit of air building up into a scream that she would never let out. 

Tony coughed and Y/N realized she’d been silent for too long. “Tony....” she took a deep breath in, “I- uh-...,” Tony raised an eyebrow, waiting for to go on. Y/N coughed clearing nothing from her throat, elongating the silence before she just spit the words out like hot fire. “I’minlovewithNatashaandIdontknowwhattodo?” 

“You’re what?” Tony asked, having caught nothing of that sentence, something about Natasha but honestly he was still lost. 

Y/N felt a little better and slowed herself down. She trained her eyes on a seam in the comforter and whispered, “I’m in love with Natasha and I don’t know what to do”

There was a silence and Y/N could feel it smothering her, pulling her into the water, dunking her head under, she was drowning and, and and- Tony erupted in laughter. Y/N’s head shot up and she stared at him, color drained from her face. Tony rocked back and forth but when he came up again, he caught the absolute terror on her face and his smile dropped. 

“Y/N?” he asked softy, he stood up, plopping on the bed next to her, “Babe?” Tony tried to catch her eye, ducking his head but she turned away. He grabbed her chin in his large hands, “Babe, I wasn’t laughing at you. God, I’m such an idiot.” he blew out a harsh breath, “I was laughing because I already knew, not because you are in love with her.” Tony felt her face relax and he turned her chin to meet his eye. 

“You knew?” Y/N asked softly, tears still gathered in her eyes. Tony’s eyes softened as he saw the tears and he used the pads of his thumb to wipe them away. 

“I’m sorry Y/N. I don’t care if you like women. I’ve known you had some sort of feelings for Natasha for a while, you can see it when you look at her. I was just waiting for you to tell me.” Y/N laughed at this now and threw her arms around Tony, who wrapped her up in a hug. “Now, tell me more about Natasha and this ‘love’” he said, his voice muffled by her hair. 

~

“STEVEEEE” Natasha groans, letting down her normal assassins façade. 

“Mmm” Steve hummed in reply, motioning for her to come in to his room. She smiled and darted to the spinning chair in the corner, propping her feet up on the desk. It was silent for a little bit, the pair just enjoying each others company when Natasha spun her chair around and broke the silence. 

“Do you think Y/N likes women?” Steve already knew the Natasha liked women and he was totally cool with it. Nat has been surprised when he had been super supportive but was very grateful for all the love and reassurance he’d given her. 

“Nat,” Steve sighed dramatically, “She can’t NOT know your in love with her, unless she’s totally oblivious which she may be...” He turned to face her, jumping on his bed to be closer to her, “You should just tell her” 

“But...” Nat frowned, “what if she doesn’t like women? And I creep her out? And..” She stopped as she felt Steve lay a hand on her shoulder. 

“How could she not like you?” he questioned, “And trust me, it’s quite obvious how she feels.” 

“HOW SHE FEELS?!” Nat practically screamed, so unlike her that Steve leaned back. She cleared her throat, “Sorry- she feels...?” 

“She’s in love with you, obviously”

Nat grabbed a pillow from the bed and screamed into it, then looked at Steve, wary, “Really? Y/N with her...” Steve tuned out the rest of what Nat said, he’d heard it all before. Too many times. Nat sighed, in a happy way that Steve had never heard from her before, “Y/N...”

~

Steve knew that this had to end, Natasha and Y/N pretending they weren’t head over heels for each other. He’d heard enough of Nat’s wistful rants, it was so unlike her, it was starting to worry him. If he was correct in his guess, Tony was feeling the same way. So, despite Tony being, well, Tony, Steve sought him out to solve the mess. 

~

“Truth or dare, old man?” Clint smirked at Tony, all the avengers had settled for a night in and decided to play truth or dare. Y/N had rolled her eyes at this, they were too old for it, but settled in next to Tony anyway. 

“Dare, obviously” Tony rolled his eyes at Clint, eagerly awaiting his fate. 

“I dare you to stand on top of the tower and sing at least 30 seconds of ‘Rich Girl’ by Gwen Stefani and livestream it.” Tony laughed at this and stood up. 10 minutes and one livestream later, all of them were laughing harder then they had in a long time. 

“Okay, okay, my turn to ask,” Tony smiled, “Natasha, truth or dare?” Steve couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face, the plan was in motion. 

“Dare...” Natasha didn’t let her voice waver, her signature smirk on her face. 

“I dare you to kiss Y/N”

The whole room fell silent. Y/N’s face flamed and her eyes filled with tears. Was this a joke? Tony knew how she felt. How could he? The eyes in the room were on Nat and her but she ignored them as she got up and ran out of the room. Tony’s eyes widened as Y/N darted through the door. 

“Nice going, Tony. You upset her.” Natasha’s glared at Tony, angry. But inside she couldn’t help but wonder if she ran because she didn’t want to kiss her. Maybe she hated the idea. Maybe she didn’t like women after all. Nat got up, she had to face this. “I’ll go get her” She dragged her hand over her face and got up. Tony and Steve exchanged a glance as she left, hopefully this wouldn’t blow up in their faces

~

“Y/N!” Nat yelled down the hall, “It’s me, I’m sorry Tony was a jerk. Can we talk?”

Y/N heard Natasha’s voice and faltered, she had to face this at some point. She took a deep breath, letting the cool confidence she had on missions fill her. 

“Yeah, I’m here Nat” She called back and within seconds Nat ran around the corner. Nat’s eyes softened as they looked into Y/N’s beautiful eyes, still just as mesmerizing, puffy and red. Nat took an unconscious step forward, her thumbs caressing the hidden tear streaks. Y/N’s breath caught, her heart flipping at Nat’s touch. Before she could think about it, Y/N leaned up and let her lips meet Nat’s. Nat responded immediately, pulling Y/N to her, wrapping her arms around her, teeth tugging at her bottom lip. Y/N groaned into the kiss, letting her fingers card through Nat’s hair. They pulled away after a minute, smiling like idiots. Y/N looked down slowly before glancing back up shyly at Nat. 

“Um... I really like you Nat” She whispered, with a smile

“I really like you too Y/N” Nat chuckled, pulling her in again for a sweet, soft kiss. It said everything they hadn’t said. All the nights of longing, the confusion and the love. 

Tony, Steve and the rest of the team watched from the security room, smiling and high fiving at the happy couple. 

AHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! feedback is always appreciated!!

tagging: @iamninaanna (to be tagged when i write something just drop me an ask)

[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

Hiii how are you doing?

I was hoping I could please request something in any format you want where the reader is Blue’s relative of some kind (like he’s your uncle or father or something) and he takes you to the diner or joes office because you’re going to work on a job with them and you meet joe,eddie and all the dogs for the first time and just like how they would react to seeing/meeting you? Also I know you mentioned you’ve been busy with things lately so im in no rush at all! Just whenever you get to it is totally fine by me (: I hope you’re staying well, getting lots of rest and taking care of yourself! Sending love!

Hey anon! Omg, thanks for all your kind words!! You are so awesome, and I’m sending on all my love and good vibes to you too! Sorry for the delay with your req, I did try to get to it as soon as I could. I LOVE your idea here, let me see what I can come up with that can give justice to it!!

Trigger Warnings: Death of parents, swearing, and gender neutral reader, if that’s even a trigger, I don’t know.

So, I’ll say that Mr. Blue is your uncle in this case, but you can go ahead and change it to whatever you’d like if this doesn’t work for you! I haven’t seen a canon name for him, so I’m going to say his name is Tony Bunker. You were adopted by him after the death of your parents’ when you were younger. You both got into the business of con artistry, which is how you ended up with the Reservoir Dogs. 

The drive to the diner is filled with your uncle’s excited comments, the sounds of the battered Station Wagon he drives, and the God awful stereo playing a distorted version of K-Billy’s Super Sounds of the 70′s. You’re eager too, but more reserved than Blue is. 

You hadn’t been at the naming meeting the day beforehand, so Joe had phoned you and given you your alias: Mr/Miss/Mx. Silver ( or your favourite colour, go ahead and change it if you’d like ). All of the Dogs had heard about you, and there were mixed reactions to meeting you at the diner.

Brown and Pink were hesitant, but still polite. After all, you are a stranger, and they don’t know. Being in the game as long as they had, they knew that anybody could be a potential backstabber, a traitor masquerading as a sympathizer. So it’s not necessarily you, but rather their paranoid instincts kicking in. Still, they can’t help but find you attractive and fun. You’re like the cool kid that they always wanted to be on the playground, the effortlessly slick charmer everyone loves. 

White is a total gentleman, treating you as if he’d known you for years. If you’re a girl, you bet he’s going to be especially protective of you. He doesn’t see your gender as limiting or a disadvantage, rather a perk to the operation. No matter how you identify, he takes you under his wing as he did with Orange.

Speaking of Freddy, he is super pleased to meet you. You both are similar in age, being young and inexperienced in your respective fields, and your personalities mix very well together. You two exchange jokes, laughing like kids the whole time.

Blonde and Eddie, being the dirty-minded pervs they are, are going to hit on you the entire meeting. They think you’re gorgeous, whatever gender you are, and they love a bad boy/girl/a troublemaker. Your uncle doesn’t necessarily like their advances, but you are totally charmed by Vic and Eddie too. You return their flirtations, not hesitating to wield your sex appeal to your advantage. And man, do they like it.

Let me tell you, you have made friends in high places after that fateful breakfast. Afterwards, you are a full-fledged Dog, and can’t wait to get in on the action. You’re all going to compete with one another for the fullest experience. And of course, all the Dogs except Joe and your uncle are going to show off as much as they can around you. 

Sorry for how short these were, I wrote them during my lunch break and didn’t want to be late for my classes! Let me know if these weren’t what you had in mind, and I’ll try to fix them as best as I can! Thanks anon! All of you have a wonderful rest of your week, and stay tuned for more future content from my stressed, busy ass! Love y’all!

[consumeconstantly]

The Only Antidote is a Kiss

Summary: Scarecrow always did come up with the most whacky chemical formulas to test on people. Red Hood gets dosed with his latest toxin, and the only way to cure it is with a kiss. The only candidate? Long time rival and almost enemy, Ladybird.

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“No,” Red Hood said, resolutely. “No way in hell.”

Red Robin’s exasperated voice crackled over the comm. “Hood, if you don’t, you’re going to die.”

“Do you think I care? Death is better.” 

“I would say that’s insulting if I didn’t feel the exact same way.” Ladybird nonchalantly twirled a yoyo at her side. “Besides, ten minutes is plenty of time to get him someone else.”

“You two are in the middle of nowhere. It’s thirty minutes to the nearest city.”

“Yeah, but the suburbs are always an option. You Bats always seem to miss the obvious solution.”

“I’m not kissing her,” Red Hood repeated.

“I know that you two are…” Red Robin tried to find a more delicate way to word their relationship, “Not always on the best of terms, but you are on the same side right now. Ladybird, you don’t want Red Hood to die, do you?”

Plying Ladybird was always easier than trying to convince Red Hood. The woman had a heart of gold. Today? No such luck. 

“He’s not going to die,” Ladybird scoffed. “If he dies over this instead of the many, many, many assassination attempts that I saved him from, I’ll feel insulted. But I’m also not going to help. I’m not going to kiss an unwilling party, and certainly not one with a mug as ugly as Red Hood.”

“You’ve never even seen my face!” Red Hood argued from safely inside his beauteous red bucket.

“Yeah, well you’ve never seen mine either, and yet somehow, you have no issue with calling me disfigured every time our paths cross.”

“You’re wearing a mask. Only people who are horribly scarred wear full face masks.”

“Oh, so you’re admitting you’re ugly then?”

“No, I’m wearing a helmet, not a mask. Big difference.”

Ladybird barely stopped herself from bashing her head against the cement and steel wall. If the action didn’t break her mask, she would have considered going through with it. “God, this is why I’m not going to kiss him, Red Robin. Can’t you use one of those zeta things and drop in a girl for him to make out with?”

“You know they don’t work like that.”

“I wouldn’t know, it’s not like I’m in the Justice League.”

“Not for a lack of trying! We’ve offered you the position at least ten different times.”

“Yeah, on the condition that I get Red Hood to join up too. That certainly doesn’t sound like you guys actually want my help.”

“Nine minutes on the clock,” an automated voice reminded them.

“I say we blow this popsicle stand,” Red Hood pointed a finger up at the cement ceiling.

“Wow, what a stupendously original idea, Red Hood. It’s almost like the next thing out of your mouth might be something vaguely resembling intelligence. Oh wait, that’s right. We can’t get out of this hell hole because there’s three feet of cement on every side of us and we have no weapons that can help.”

“I haven’t had a crack at it, yet.”

“Be my guest. I’ll sit back and laugh at your failed attempts.” Ladybird reclined on a wall. “We both know that between the two of us, I’m the one who’s better at escape and solutions that don't require firearms. You don’t think with either one of your heads, you think with your AK-47.”

“My babies are all I need to get the job done. Your plans are always so unnecessarily convoluted.”

“They’re convoluted so I can cover my tracks instead of leaving evidence, debris, and dead bodies behind.”

“Uh, guys? Can you have your spat after Hood’s life is out of immediate danger?”

“No,” both of them chorused, immediately glaring at each other for speaking in sync.

“I doubt Scarecrow actually came up with a formula that will make you die if you don’t kiss someone of the opposite gender within ten minutes. That seems like the kind of chemical compound that’s featured in all of those really trashy romance novels, except instead of being unable to control your instincts, you die.” Ladybird considered the empty vial on the floor. “I’m confident that Red Hood can ride this out with minimal damage. Even if he does get horny, it’s not like he’s going to go for me-- drug induced state or not, he can’t stand my guts.”

“Can I just say that I don’t want to bank his life on that assumption?”

“It’s not like your life is the one at stake. Just try to get someone out here that can break down this welded door for us sooner, rather than later.” Ladybird gives Red Hood a once over. “Besides, if he does try anything, we all know that I’m more than capable of tying him up.”

#

“Hey, why don’t you use that Lucky Charm of yours?”

“Do you think I didn’t think of that already? That was one of the first things I considered.”

“So why didn’t you use it?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that after I do, I detransform within five minutes? Not a big fan of exposing my identity, plus it’s not like anybody’s in any real danger because we’re locked up here. Scarecrow’s tied up, the goons that welded the door shut on us aren’t capable of using their brains, and a team is going to bust us out in thirty minutes anyways.”

For the millionth time, Red Hood pounded his shoulder against the steel weld, hoping that something would give. Nothing happened.

A beep sounded. 

“Ten minutes have passed.”

“See?” Ladybird crowed triumphantly. “I was right. Nothing’s--”

Red Hood fell to the floor, clawing at his chest.

“... happening. I jinxed it, didn’t I? I guess I’ll use it, then.”

Ladybird called for a lucky charm. No antidote fell into her hand. Just a sheet of paper, saying Kiss him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Tikki, don’t do me dirty like this!”

“Tikki? Who’s Tikki? What did the Lucky Charm give you?”

A wet cough sounded from underneath Red Hood’s helmet. He started to gasp for air.

Ladybird didn’t like Hood, but Red Robin was right. She had grown fond of him after saving his ass so many times. She wasn’t just going to let him die, especially not when she could help him. With a bone weary sigh, she knelt next to Red Hood. 

“I guess we’re doing this, aren’t we? Red Robin, comms off.”

“Off? But Hood sounds like--”

“Off,” she repeated, firmly. “Or I’ll break them.”

The telltale sign of static ceased in her ears.

Ladybird held Red Hood by his shoulders, maneuvering his mask off. 

“I hope you’re ugly,” she whispered.

He was not.

#

Even with blood on his lips, Jason Todd was unfortunately attractive. 

“Gonna--” he coughed again, the spray of blood accompanied by a wheeze. “Bless me with your face before I die?”

“I can’t believe that you’re still snarky while you’re on death’s door.” Ladybird touched the full face mask that she added during her years as a vigilante in Gotham. She still has the usual Ladybug eye cover, so her identity is safe. But the noh mask provides a sense of safety to her. She’s loathe to take it off, but in order for a kiss to work, it needs to be put aside. With a sigh, she places it on the ground and places a hand over Red Hood’s startlingly blue eyes.

“Kinky,” he spat. Ladybird grimaced. Why she ended up on this mission alone with Red Hood was beyond her, but they always ended up in the worst situations together somehow, anyways.

Her lips descended on his. 

Iron and sweat.

“Okay,” she said, wiping her lips with the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with shielding Red Hood’s eyes. “You feeling any better?”

He coughed again.

“Great, so Scarecrow was lying and I didn’t have to kiss you. You were just going to die anyways.” 

She placed her noh mask back on, then pressed a button on her comm. “You’re going to want to speed up the whole backup team. Looks like Scarecrow was lying.”

“You’re kidding me. Scarecrow never lies--”

Red Hood sat up shakily. 

“I’m fine, Replacement. Throat’s a little sore, but I’m fine.” 

“Good to know his MO hasn’t changed,” Ladybird remarked. “I’d suggest that you wipe your face with something. It’s covered in blood.”

“And Ladybird cooties.” Red Hood used his forearm to wipe the blood off. Ladybird had to admit that the man was objectively good looking. The artist in her wanted to take a picture or sketch him. The shock of white hair, symmetrical features, and prominent nose. His eyes had a certain darkness in them, like he had seen the worst of the world, but there was still a clarity to them that said he was fighting against those injustices. “C’mon, you’ve seen my face, don’t you think it’s time to exchange the favor?”

“Backup’s arriving in three,” interjected Red Robin.

“There’s nothing in it for me.” Ladybird tugged the hood of her cloak down lower. 

“Isn’t it weird that we kissed and I don’t know your face?”

“No.”

“You really are into some kinky shit.”

“Also no on that.”

“Then why not show me your face?”

“Stop being such a brat.”

“I know I’m older than you.”

“Bratiness isn’t measured in age, but in mental maturity. Which you have none of.”

“Please?”

“I’m almost tempted to take off my noh mask if only because that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say the word please.”

“If I say it again, will you?”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Pretty please, Ladybird?”

“... Fine.” She’d get a laugh out of this anyways, and the team was minutes away from picking them up.

She took off her noh mask to reveal the red and black domino.

Red Hood cursed.

@jasonette-july-2k20

it’s wild that yall are liking my fics when i basically vomit these things up im honestly scared to look back at some of the ones that have been posted because i do not proof read or edit 

[castle-dimitrescu]

Duke x Alcina hcs because I have neverending brainrot (and yes I actually ship this)

The duke ADORES Alcina so fucking much it's ridiculous

He can't help but admire her

They only use pet names. If they say each other's real names you know something is VERY wrong

Duke will BATHE Alcina in compliments

She just soaks up his love and smothers him in kisses

When they cuddle the duke just worships her every curve and imperfection

Her crow's feet and laugh lines make him MELT

He runs his hands up and down the curves of her hips over and over cus he just loves them so much

It's not even sexual admiration he just thinks her whole body is a masterpiece

Even the rolls of her belly when she sits down make him melt

"Darling if only I could do justice to your body by painting it, but unfortunately I don't have the hands of a god"

He finds new poetic ways to describe her beauty

She just adores it so much

She loves his chubby little cheeks so much

She loves cupping them in her hands and just gazing at him

She loves smothering his face in kisses

Cus whenever she does it he gets all red in the face and giddy with joy

He makes sure to use super good quality chapstick and lip balm so his lips are perfectly soft because "I need to make sure my lips are worthy of being kissed by a goddess"

He buys her GORGEOUS dresses and has them custom-tailored to her

She just absolutely spoiled by him

But don't worry she returns the favor

Cus they believe in gender equality >:3

She gives him tons of affection and kisses

She buys gorgeous smelling candles for him

She makes his FAVORITE wines and buys his favorite liquors

She sings to him and plays piano for him

They're very classy about their relationship tho

They keep public displays of affection to a minimum and you would never guess they were in love, just very respectful of each other

But when they're alone?

THEY LOVE BIRDS

The daughters have gotten used to it and even treat the duke like their dad

They call him "papa" "dad" even some goofy nicknames

Dani calls him "pug" cus he reminds her of a chubby pug

One of Alci's nicknames for him is "munchkin"

They behave a lot like Gomez and Morticia Adams

Just the purest most affectionate form of love

They love tasting wines together

He loves making her laugh

they love playing games together like poker or blackjack but mainly chess

cus they're both REAAAALLY good at it and they love trash-talking and flirting

sometimes they combine trash talk and flirting and the result is BIZARRE

it's so fun to watch them play chess tho cus they have the BEST comebacks

watching them play speed chess is fucking WILD

it's like watching a battle between two master boxers

but it's an intense battle of witts

they both speak TONS of different languages and they often speak to each other in them just cus they can

the duke's favorite is french and Italian

they also like learning dead or dying languages like Somali and Irish and old scots

Alcina serenades the duke in old french and Latin and it MELTS HIS HEART

there's also a song in Irish Gaelic called "Mo Ghille Mear" (my gallant hero) that Alcina loves singing for him cus it's just so fucking gorgeous

let's say they're in an au where they know about technology and video games

they love playing intellectual strategy games together

like civilization 6 is one of their faves

Alcina always chooses a cultural victory and the duke tries to go for a scientific victory

idk if any of yall know what the fuck I'm talking about but oh well lol

They also have a survival world on Minecraft together

They love building huge ornate builds together

like they have a home base that's a recreation of Castle Dimitrescu

Alcina does the bulk of the mining and hunting for resources and duke does the bulk of the building

I've exhausted myself from the excitement this gave me but I might post more hcs if yall like these. Hell, I might start doing those hc list things some blogs do where people send an ask requesting hcs for a ship. Hope you like these cus I shared them with a discord server and they loved them so much i just had to share them with you guys.

[arknights-imagines]

GOD that mostima post had me FEELING things. I'm glad I'm not the only one who appreciates mostima a lot wahhh ; v ; i was wondering if maybe you could do a mostima/doctor after their established relationship when one of them has got injured or smth? :o I feel like with her belief that she can't hold warmth having to provide it in a dire situation would be an interesting challenge for mostima, and likewise being on the receiving end of it in a situation like that too for her!!

(It's good to be back!!! 😭🥳)

Aaaa tysm anon! 😭🥺 I'm glad you like my stuff on Mostima haha 👉👈 tbh she's grown a lot on me since I've started this blog!! 💕 She's very underappreciated 🥺 Anywho, thanks for the request and I hope I did Mostima justice here~ 🌸

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Easing Worry

Imagine format; no fixed perspective!

Contains: Mostima, reader as the Doctor, gender neutral Doctor/no gender mentioned, established relationship, a few background characters, very brief mentions of an explosions and injuries, fluff with the tiniest bit of angst, Mostima having to deal with her emotions 👉👈

Word count: just over 2k!

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“Mostima, come in! Mostima!!”

Static was all that came in reply despite the amount of times you called out into the communications link. Frustrated, you sighed sharply and watched the blink of the Caster’s tracker on the map of the ruins displayed on the screen before yourself, Amiya and Texas.

Mostima had been dispatched on an Operation to some old city ruins in Kazedel for a Mission; Unfortunately, you couldn’t accompany the Squad she was sent out with, and thanks to her lone wolf nature the Caster strayed from the other Operators who were with her. She must’ve run into trouble soon after, because when you had tried advising her to return to her Squad members through the comms-link, all that came in reply was a commotion and then silence.

“...That’s not good.” Texas’ tone wasn't very telling, but her furrowed brows and tight jaw read unease. From beside you, Amiya spoke up, “Doctor, what would you like to do?”

Mostima’s tracker was still active, which meant she must’ve been alive - still, the pit of worry in your stomach didn't fade in the slightest. When you didn't reply, Amiya decided to take the lead, “We should wait a little while longer. Maybe Ms. Mostima will get back to us…”

You had your rapt attention on the screen before you, and so when no protest from you came, everyone did as Amiya said. Even after some time passed, the tracker didn't move and nothing came through the communications link.

From her spot at another console nearby, Closure huffed loudly, “...our drones can't find her.” When you turned to look at her, she went on, “Doctor, Mostima is definitely alive down there but… we can't see her from up here, and I have no idea what happened.”

Your stomach dropped to the floor and you fell silent; within seconds the worry began eating at your insides, soon creating a suffocating tension around your heart. The thought of something happening to Mostima made you feel ill - more ill than any sickness had ever made you feel.

Amiya spoke in your place again, “P-Perhaps we should send someone. I’ll call one of our other Operators and we can create a plan-” “No, I’ll go.” Everyone's heads snapped to you right away, their faces filled with consternation and slight surprise. As was expected, Amiya shook her head right away, “Doctor, it isn't safe down there-” Though difficult, you shook your head and replied as calmly as you can manage; if it wasn't safe for you, then Mostima was in grave danger and needed to be extracted right away.

Amiya seemed conflicted - however, everyone was well aware of how much Mostima meant to you, and how much you meant to her. Your relationship was common knowledge around Rhodes Island by that point. And so, though she was worried for your safety, the Chimera nodded and stepped in front of the map displayed on the screen to take your place, “Alright, got it. I trust you, Doctor - bring Ms. Mostima back safe and sound!”

Not wishing to waste any time, you began heading straight towards the door of the aircraft; your heart pounded almost deafeningly in your ears as you outfitted yourself with proper protective care and a parachute. Closure opened the aircraft door, and you stepped close to the edge with one thought in your mind;

‘Please be okay, Mostima.’

…

The expanse of ruined land was silent; the heavy scent of sulfur and ash was carried in the air, and the dust from the building collapse was only just settling. Convinced that they had successfully killed any threat, the Reunion soldiers took their leave - the aircraft that was hovering over them couldn't mean good news on their end.

Unable to move, Mostima groaned quietly - she had only just regained consciousness, what happened? She didn't quite remember right then. Some sort of heavy weight is putting pressure on her whole body, especially her legs and chest. As she attempted to open her eyes, pain spread throughout her skull like a flood and forced her to screw them shut again. Somewhat paralyzed under whatever was holding her down, the Caster stayed lying on the ground, taking in shallow breaths.

When her ears began to stop ringing, the sound of footsteps followed by a voice calling her name caused Mostima to snap back into reality once more. ‘....Doctor?’; That was right, she was on an Operation you assigned her to, but something had gone wrong along the way. Had you come looking for her?

Finally, she found her strength; it wasn't much, however. Wincing as she moved her body, the Caster lifted her arms and began forcing up the rubble that was pinning her form down as best she could. Your voice tore through the air again - “Mostima!” - and your quickened footsteps neared her. You assisted her in lifting the remnants of the exploded building off her body, insisting that she tried to move as little as possible as you removed the rest of the rubble from her body.

Moaning a little in pain, Mostima shakily shifted her body until she was sat with her back against one of the pieces of debris you had helped lift off her. With the adrenaline now gone, pain began filling her body in so many places that even breathing began to sting; and yet, when you had given your attention to her, her usual soft smile played on the Caster’s lips.

You knelt beside her right away, hands hovering over her form, “Mostima, are you okay?” Grinning still, she managed a nod, “Doctor, hello to you too…” Though she tried, she was unable to bite back the pained wince she made as she lifted her arm to wave at you. Your eyebrows knitted together and your face twisted in a frown - and yet Mostima was smiling at you still.

“What happened?” Your hand had come to cup her cheek, but she shook her head before her fingers could rest on her skin; no matter how much time you two spent together, it seemed her instinct was still to reject any affection you wished to give her. Avoiding your gaze, she began to explain, “During the Operation, the Squad got ambushed. Hm, our guys were actually doing well, we had almost taken care of all of them.” A small sigh bridged her sentences, “But just as things were wrapping up, I saw a few of the Reunion trying to make an escape. I figured that was no good, so I went after them...haha, I guess I walked right into their trap, because the next thing I knew I was under all that rubble.”

While she had been talking, your hands were pressing and running over parts of her body checking for injuries; something seemed to be impeding your thoughts, however, because though you were supposed to be scanning for wounds, your eyes were staring at the ground. Were you upset?

Hoping to lighten the mood, Mostima spoke once again, This time a strained laugh left her, “Ahaha...sorry, I still really don’t get this whole ‘teamwork’ thing.” Immediately, you shook your head, “No… don’t worry, I’m not mad.” She lifted a bow at you.

Your eyes finally looked up from the ground and you reached into the bag you were carrying, unearthing bandages and a clean cloth. The Caster fell quiet as she allowed you to cover the scrapes and cuts on her arms - your touch was so gentle, you touched her as if she was made of precious glass. You took the cloth in your hand then lifted it to her face; this time, however, Mostima didn't shake you off or pull away. Instead, she met your gaze - and what she saw caused her heart to ache.

Your face was riven with worry, only some relief was on your features - probably due to the fact that she was still alive. Mostima’s calm grin faltered, “Doctor….” In all honesty, seeing you so worried over her caused the Caster more pain than any of her injuries did; this wasn't her intention, she didn't mean to panic you to the point that you came down to look for her.

She wasn't used to this, you were both acutely aware of that. Mostima worked alone, Mostima dealt with things alone; before you, every person she held dear was someone she also ended up pushing away. Close bonds - she didn't need them, the Caster told herself, there was no need for them in her line of work. And so she was never raring to work with others, and people she had relationships with barely ever saw her anymore.

But with you, her usual method of pushing away until the other person gave up didn't work. And soon, thanks to your persistence, warmth began blooming in her heart - and she was helpless to stop it.

Unfortunately, Mostima was just as helpless when it came to expressing all the warmth she held for you in her heart. You caused emotions she contended with, and so her first instinct was to pull away or push you back; and that usually just left both of you feeling hurt. The Caster didn't believe in her capacity to encompass love or warmth - but you did.

Finally, Mostima found her voice once more, “Doctor...angel.” She corrected herself, instead using the nickname you rarely ever heard from her. It was mushy, cheesy - and yet butterflies filled your stomach every time she used it. Once she was sure she had your attention, the Caster spoke, trying her absolute best and allowing all of her words to come from her heart, “I’m sorry, I know I must’ve scared you really bad. I didn't mean...to worry you.”

Your face softened at her words; placing the cloth down, your hand found its way to hers. When she interlaced her fingers with your own, you smiled gently. Relieved to see you more at ease, Mostima squeezed your hand as best she could considering her loss of strength before continuing, “Unfortunately - in case you haven't noticed - I’m terrible at this. Haha…you’re really unlucky to have fallen in love with someone like me. I push people away, I push everyone away.” Her smile had gone, and now her face was filled with serious, genuine sincerity. “But I don’t want you to go away, you’re the first person in a long time who I’ve wanted to stay with. And I know I’m not good at showing it…”

Gathering some of her strength, the Caster shut her eyes as she lifted your hand to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on your fingers. “But my dear Doctor, my sweet angel - I care so much about you. Actually, scratch that... I love you, I love you so much.” And she trailed off, relaxing with her lips on your hand and losing herself in the moment for just a second or two.

It felt indescribably warm to just shut her eyes and pretend it was just you and her in the entirety of Terra. While it was hard to take down all her walls, it was so much better than deflecting your affections and was worth it for the way her heart grew in her chest as she allowed herself and you to be compassionate towards one another.

When your hand moved to cup her cheek, Mostima leaned into your touch rather than pulling away. When her eyes fluttered open, her gaze fell upon your effusive smile; “I love you too, Mostima. I promise I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.” Your words prompted her to chime with a light laugh, “Hehe, I guess there’s no getting rid of you, huh~?” You shook your head in reply - when your grin widened, she couldn't help but mirror the expression.

Facial features softening and becoming sincere, she left another kiss on the inside of your palm, “I’ve never had anyone like you...Sorry if I’m not always cooperative. Thanks for looking after me, Doctor.” A warm, passionate grin came to your face as you replied, “Always, Mostima.”

The area that surrounded the two of you was in a ruinous state, that same heavy scent still hung in the air and injuries were still littered all over Mostima’s body. And yet; upon seeing your smile, her body filled with a heartened feeling.

[samstree]

random thoughts on Mulan (2020):

1.  “The Chi is strong with this one.” 

Disney has been making the same movie over and over for the past two years.

2. “They’ll call her a witch!”

The correct response to that should be “What is a wiTcH? Some white people nonsense that won’t even be introduced into our language for centuries to come?”

Of course because Europe used to prosecute women for no reason, they assumed ancient china must have done the same.

3. The two rabbits scene is a nice addition. It is taken from the original ballad, where she stayed in the army for 12 years without being found as a woman.

4. It has been many years since I learned the ballad of mulan in school, still I think the draft system is a terrible one. Demanding one man from each family is a giant waste of potential young and healthy conscriptors.

5. The words on the sword are modern chinese characters, and I’m sure you can find the font in microsoft default.

6. The concept of “孝”(devotion to family) has oppressed women and men for thousands of years in China. It advocates blind obedience to your parents even in adulthood, and that you should live your life exactly as your parents wish because they know better. I cannot believe a movie in 2020 is digging up this word form the grave.

7. “This is my sad face. This is my curious face.” 

Girl you have burned yourself. Liu Yifei can act, but she doesn’t seem to be doing it for this movie. She later has the same face while fighting, flirting, and having someone die in her arms.

8. Cricket is so precious! He is perfection everytime he is on screen. Also all the men in the army seem to be experiencing a collective gay panick. 

9. Were those mulan flowers where she took a bath in the lake?

10. I like that she took the gender reveal into her own hands. “You will not reach your full potential until you live as you are.” It’s just one lesbien convincing another to come out.

But in the next moment she took off the armor that protects her main arteries. And put down her hair even it might block her vision in fighting.

11. At least a dozen people died from the fireball thing, and they only thought to check Hua Jun after the avalanche. They truely love her him her.

12. The red room Reylo scene but with Xian Lang: “ Join me. We will take our place in the kingdom.” “There’s still hope for you.” “No, it’s too late for me.”

Disney really has been making the same movie for the past two years.

13. This cast is full of lengendary action stars but the fight scenes are quite underwhelming. She can kick everything I guess. Even an arrow. Okay.

14. All supervillains can benefit from Aaron Burr’s advice. Just talk less and murder people already. Most of them would have won a hundred time easily.

15. You see Xian Lang’s change of heart from miles away but still AAAAAHHHHHHasfdjaowoiwhf! The gay is brimming out of my screen.

16. Finally, finally, FINALLY someone else dies in Liu Yifei’s arms for a change. If you are familiar with her early career you know what I’m talking about. Also they are gonna be ride-and-die lesbien lovers in my fanfic.

17. MY QUEEN Wen Ming-Na!!

18. “Rise up like a Phoenix.” from Mulan: The Real Dark Phoenix (2020)

Disney has been making the same movie, and we’ve been watching them for the past two years.

19. She rode from the imperial city to her hometown Fujian like it was easy breezy. Even her hair still had the same curls. All the soldiers also travelled right behind her just to give her a sword.

It is a frigging 2000 miles journey.

They didn’t go like, “hey you want to hang out here until we make the sword so we don’t have to ride across the country?” Also they didn’t catch up with her the entire way, only to make an entrance in front of the whole apartment building.

20. Forgot to mention the matchmaker’s actor Zheng Peipei. She played Yifei’s grandmother many years ago in a tv show. Yifei was still a teenager back then, and her character notoriously died at the end very abruptly (setting a tone for her following career). The show is a period fantacy drama that is mostly there to spite flat-earthers. 

21. If I hear the words “Loyal, brave and true” one more time I swear to god

22. The end credit design is kind of awsome.

My view on this movie is mostly critical for many more reasons. They claim to have done justice to chinese culture but it is still a very poor job. Chi is to kongfu as quantum is to sci-fi, just throw the word in when you can’t explain something. 

Mulan lives in a Fujian tulou building not because they have done research about the geography, but because it is a random thing in china hollywood hasn’t shot before. 

And the “chosen one” narrative seems to be going through a renaissance in the past few years. I really like it when there’s nothing special about our hero, and they also struggle like the rest of us. There is something endearing and relatable about that. But it was taken away from Mulan. Now I guess you have to be special like one in a million, and be the only person who can save the dynasty, just to join the ranks of men.