#i know there has got to be a better way to teach it so that it doesn't quash someone's creativity

[antianakin]

I'm not against the idea that Ahsoka ends up a little lopsided, but I think for me it'd be more about her emotions than her skillsets.

Because she is actually canonically a perfectly good teacher. We see her teach a group of Mandalorian teenagers about government corruption in like season 3. She helps advise a teenage Prince about how to manage being a leader in season 4.

The EARLY seasons of TCW would definitely have Ahsoka acting like this, for sure. The idea that Ahsoka doesn't realize that some of her actions might put her in front of a military tribunal when she first lands on the field is completely understandable. The idea that she finds Rex's disappointment really terrible is completely understandable.

But I don't really buy that the Ahsoka of later seasons would continue to have this issue, that she'd be able to understand the inherent unfairness of the system in place for the clones but not understand normal crimes exist or that her own actions could have military consequences. If she's observant and smart enough to recognize the consequences her men could face, she's smart enough to recognize the consequences SHE could face. She also literally goes into the normal criminal underground on Coruscant in like season 1 or 2 to get her stolen lightsaber back with a dude whose entire career has been about chasing normal criminals.

Ahsoka was likely given plenty of regular life skills in her earlier 14 years training to be a Jedi. It's not like they'd have taught her to be a soldier in a war given that they wouldn't have had any idea it was coming for a while and were actively trying to KEEP it from happening more recently. Ahsoka's training would've been aimed at helping her do more usual Jedi stuff and just giving her basic life skills, which is why she's perfectly able to teach a class of Mando teenagers and help a Mon Cala prince learn how to lead. It's not like Ahsoka's entire education started when she got put onto a battlefield, she's had YEARS OF IT prior to this and it was clearly pretty extensive, including things like politics and flying and teaching and childcare and basic social skills alongside some fighting skills.

Her primary flaws when she's younger aren't that she's unobservant or doesn't have basic life skills, it's that she's impatient and overconfident in herself. These are flaws that we DO see her learning how to address in the first three seasons and that she seems to have mostly mastered by season four.

But THAT'S where I'd want some of that lopsidedness to come in later in life. Ahsoka in Rebels should still be kind-of overconfident and impatient sometimes. I want to see her rushing into things and getting her ass handed to her sometimes. I want to see her overestimate her own abilities a little and Kanan or Hera or Ezra has to jump in to help her or point out that there's something coming she can't see and she needs to LISTEN to them instead of believing she knows better than everyone else.

I want the education Ahsoka is lacking to be her JEDI education. I want her to struggle more with managing her own emotions than the usual Jedi would. It isn't even explicitly because she grew up too fast but because her Master was the Worst Jedi To Ever Jedi and a complete failure at basic Jedi skills, so he never really manages to teach her some of these things. He can spit out platitudes until he goes blue in the face, but Ahsoka seems to learn primarily by EXAMPLE and, well, Anakin's example is a pretty shitty one to copy. Anakin teaches her to bottle things up, Anakin teaches her to believe she knows better than more experienced Jedi, Anakin teaches her to be secretive and not to trust the Jedi or their ways. I want to see Anakin's lessons be something that continues to fuck her up later. I want to see Anakin's influence be something that exacerbates her flaws from when she was younger instead of being more stabilizing. I want to see some of the better Jedi characters like Kanan or Ezra or Luke needing to help HER learn how to regulate her emotions better.

I want to see Ahsoka realizing that her Jedi training was stunted from the beginning and, if she ever wants to truly find peace, she has to let go of what she learned from Anakin and accept learning from a REAL Jedi (like Luke probably).

She IS disjointed because she DID get some Jedi training in her younger years that helps her be more functional as a person, but she struggles. A lot. More than most. She often seems perfectly fine, but then there are times when it becomes super clear that she's absolutely NOT fine and she's just mostly able to cover it up and get away with it due to the circumstances. She can spit out platitudes like her Master, tell Hera that she needs to learn to let go, but then, much like Anakin, she isn't capable of letting go of anything herself. I want to see people noticing that Ahsoka IS struggling, despite how put-together and competent she might seem, because her education was so lacking.

Unpopular opinion: I think Ahsoka is at her best and most interesting in the first two seasons of TCW and has only gotten progressively less nuanced as the years have gone by.

Ahsoka in TCW intentionally has flaws. They're pointed out more than once, there's ENTIRE EPISODES dedicated to Ahsoka having to fix her mistakes or being punished for disobeying orders or having to learn how to be better after she messes up and hurts people. Ahsoka has to keep learning lessons from Tera Sinube, and Aayla, and Luminara, and Padme, and Yoda.

But by the time you hit around season 4, Ahsoka starts being PERFECT. She is suddenly FLAWLESS as far as the narrative seems to see it. Even if she's doing the wrong thing, you're supposed to recognize that she is doing it for the right reasons. She's constantly level-headed, wise, and often treated as though she's practically an adult Jedi by the other Jedi around her despite having been young to be a Padawan at all and with only 2 years of training tops. It's no wonder so many people were so ready to believe that the Jedi were ready to Knight her at the end of the Wrong Jedi arc, Ahsoka's being written as though she's suddenly 25 years old with a decade of training, similar to how we see Obi-Wan acting in TPM instead of the barely trained child she should still be.

And then you hit Rebels and she's literally making entrances BATHED IN LIGHT LIKE AN ANGEL, incapable of being beaten by anyone except Darth Vader himself, she's got lightsabers of PURE WHITE LIGHT, and the other two Jedi characters treat her like a Master. And then she dies, walks off into the shadows, and comes back swathed in white robes and with a white staff, haloed in light like a wise shaman of some kind.

At least Din manages to push back against her choices in The Mandalorian, it's probably the first time we've seen Ahsoka have an opinion that someone else disagreed with and that the narrative explicitly treats as WRONG, forcing her to reconsider and make a different decision.

But by The Book of Boba Fett, she's schooling Din now, back to being the wise shaman who knows everything and can do no wrong.

In Tales of the Jedi, Ahsoka is practically perfection incarnate: more skilled than any other Jedi, more compassionate and connected to the galaxy than anyone else, someone who tamed and rode on the back of an apex predator before she could walk.

I want Ahsoka to have FLAWS again, I want the narrative to let her be WRONG and reap the consequences of that, I want to see Ahsoka LEARN SOMETHING again, I want to see her GROW as a character for the first time in over a decade.

[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

hi how would the batfam react if every time they pushed the limits of black bizarre reader they reacted in very stupid ways (eg: telling jason that he was less annoying when he was in a tomb or telling cass that she preferred the time when she didn't know how to speak)

Bizarre...like JoJo's Bizarre Adventure??? (LOL sorry, but this is a good idea.)

Weird neglected black!reader is the biggest crashout known to man. They crash out over little things and are a world-renowned hater. I can't stress this enough: the reader seems so normal and chill, but if you push them to their limit, they'll have a Kendrick Lamar-level crashout. When Damian first came to the mansion, you tried to treat the little brat with kindness and courtesy, being gentle and sweet knowing his background. But he acts so arrogant and superior, with a God complex to the max. He held you at sword point once, saying he is the true heir and if you get in his way, he will cut you down—just for you to go out of your way to pawn his sword at a shady pawn shop in Gotham. You don't care who he is or what he's the heir to; if he points another sword at you again, it's going to be sold for 500 bucks on Etsy. Tim, the biggest hypocrite known to mankind and an asshole, thinks so much better than you. You make it your business to go on his Steam account, find every game he's ever played, and replace it with a stupid ass mod to beat his high score. A casual game of MK9 will turn into a bloodbath as you destroy him while staring deep into his soul. You've got to show the twink who's boss. Bruce is your biggest opp; you'll spread rumors about him when he pisses you off—spreading rumors around galas and the press.

"Bruce Wayne owns Superman merch and wears it around the house." Twitter will have a field day with that! That'll teach him not to make fun of your hobbies. Jason is such a hater, calling manga cringe and telling you to read real literature. You just hit him with!

"I miss the old Jason," under my breath.

"I like you better when you were fun," and you destroy him.

Dick will act like a family man just to ignore you; it drives you crazy. So, when friends are over, you never introduce him as your brother.

"Oh, him? He's just a guy who lives here; just ignore him." And he’s hurt.

With Duke, he will ignore you at almost every turn, so avoid him like the plague; when they go low, you go lower if a reporter asks you about him.

"Whom? Duke has never meant me a day in my life." You answered quickly.

"He's been living with you for years..."

"Really, I never knew." They go low; you've got to the pits of hell.

[nereidprinc3ss]

you’re my best friend

in which spencer reid has to teach your young son how to make friends nicely after a day at the park gone awry

fluff!! warnings/tags: fem!reader, husband!spencer yum, boy dad spencer enters the nereidprinc3ss cinematic universe!!!! yayyy!! but you still have a baby daughter as well, Spencer would 100% give his children old people names I'm sorry, gentle parenting Spencer my beloved a/n: I really miss spring its my favorite season so I found this draft that feels very springy and it makes me very happy also.. the name... like queen... also this is old so its probably not winning a pulitzer

The sun beats down just shy of hot on the sheath of fresh grass where you and Spencer are comforting your crying son—the ground beneath your blanket is a lush, verdant carpet, still cool with springtime rain but not wet. 

All of this pleasantry is lost on your son Oliver. He’s too focused on the scraped knee he sustained when he got pushed over on the wood chips. Marianne, your baby girl, is gurgling happily in her little bassinet next to you. Whoever said raising girls was harder had obviously never met the Reid siblings. Oliver is a drama queen—something you suspect he inherited from his father. 

“See? All better,” your husband is saying, wedding band glinting as gold as the curls that fall to his eyes as he smooths a bandaid over Oli’s wound. Seeing him like this never gets old.

Oli’s crying chokes to a confused halt. 

“It still hurts,” he complains. 

“I’m sorry, buddy. But you shouldn’t’ve pushed.”

“I wanted to be her f-friend,” Oli says, his sweet little bow lips (all Spencer) beginning to pout again. 

Your husband wipes Oliver’s already teary cheeks gently. “I know, but she didn’t know that. Not everybody likes to be pushed, even when you’re playing, because it’s kinda mean, isn’t it?”

“I was not being mean.”

“Do you push all your friends?”

“Sometimes,” Oliver says stormily. Spencer gives him a knowing look. 

“Are you sure you didn’t push her just because she’s a girl?”

Little shoulders raise and drop heavily. Guilty. 

“I know it’s sometimes hard to make friends with girls, but they generally don’t like being pushed. Not anymore than boys do. Maybe even less.”

“Then how do I make friends with them?”

Spencer considers this. 

“Well… how do you usually make friends?”

“I ask if they wanna play.”

“Sounds like you already know how to make friends with girls, then. That’s all you have to do.”

“How did you be friends with mommy?” Oli asks, bunching the blanket in his little hand. You smile to yourself.  

Spencer’s eyes flash up to you for only a second, his lips parted in what only you would recognize to be amusement. 

“I was super nice to her. Me and mommy are really good friends, right?”

Oliver nods dutifully. 

“Do you know why?”

A shake of his little curly head, this time.

“Because when you’re nice to someone, it usually makes them want to be your friend. Not always. But you have a much better chance that way. If I pushed mommy the first time we met, I don’t think we’d be here today.”

Your lips flatten to zip in a laugh. To Oliver, this is a very serious matter. To you, too. It’s important that he grows up to treat people well. 

“Why not?”

Spencer dodges the question smoothly. 

“Why don’t you try going to apologize to her? She might not want to talk to you, and that’s okay. But if you say you’re sorry, maybe you guys can play nicely together.”

This determines the already willful Oliver, who pushes up clumsily before running down the knoll on his short legs and approaching the swing set where his earlier assailant now plays alone. He stops far enough away that he can make a break for it if she gets a fixing to push him again. Smart boy. 

You and Spencer observe the interaction carefully, and while you can’t hear what’s being said, things seem to go well. Soon they’re making their way to the little kid’s playground in tandem. 

“Super nice, huh?”

“I really wanted to be your friend,” Spencer counters, scooting closer to Marianne’s bassinet. “Hi, angel,” he coos, demeanor instantly softening as he strokes her soft cheek. You can’t help smiling. The look in his eyes is truly something to behold. “God, I’m never gonna get over how much she looks like you.”

You preen and try to hide it. “You can’t possibly know that yet. Her skeletal structure is far from fully developed.” 

“Uh oh,” Spencer says to Marianne, offering her a quarter of a strawberry from a Tupperware. “Mommy is starting to sound like me. Is that scary, or what?”

Marianne cackles and burbles and takes the fruit with her little clutching fingers, only missing her mouth the first time she tries to eat it. 

“You’re so good at this,” you murmur thoughtlessly. The moment Oliver was born he’d been a natural. Earlier, even. You saw it in his eyes the second you tearfully told him you were pregnant. He’s a man of many gifts—and that extends to the way he parents. 

His gaze turns to you, still just as soft, but more knowing, on you. It’s comforting, to be known and seen and loved like that. 

“Couldn’t do it without you.”

“Corny,” you tease.

He shuffles on his knees to be closer to you. “Biologically factual.”

Your eyes flutter shut as he pulls you into him with an arm and presses a firm kiss to your head. 

“Have I told you how much I appreciate you recently?” He murmurs into the quiet dark against your temple, shielded from the spring sun. 

You’re melting in his hold, the way you always do. “Mhm.”

“Good. There’s nobody I’d rather be super nice to.”

You breathe him in—feel the rush of happy chemicals flood your brain.

“What if I pushed you?”

“You wouldn’t do that,” he asserts, pulling back and framing your face between his hands. 

“But if I did.”

He regards you with narrowed eyes. 

“Why? Am I in trouble?”

“Maybe.” But you say it too coyly. The corner of his mouth twitches. 

“I’d forgive you,” Spencer murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips. “But if you want to be my friend, you can just ask, lovely.”

One more quick peck, and he’s situating himself to lay his head in your lap once more. You slide his sunglasses on for him once he’s settled, and he catches your hand, kissing your knuckles. Your lips twist. 

“You make it so hard to want to push you. I need you to be mean.”

He laughs. 

“Too bad. I like being nice to you.”

[cursedcanon]

JJK men as dads.

Characters: Gojo, Choso , Sakuna, Geto , Toji and Nanami.

Gojo Satoru – The Ridiculously Over-the-Top Dad

Gojo as a father would be chaotic good. He’s the kind of dad who shows up at parent-teacher meetings in designer sunglasses and acts like a celebrity. His kid? Spoiled beyond belief. Need a new toy? Boom, you have the entire toy store. Want dessert before dinner? He’s already handing you ice cream.

He’d be super playful, letting his kid ride on his shoulders at high speeds (terrifying for bystanders), randomly teleporting them places, and making everything a game. But when it comes to protecting them? No one is touching his kid. Ever.

Pros: Funniest and most entertaining dad, will literally bend reality to make his kid smile.

Cons: Probably lets them get away with way too much, so discipline? Who’s she?

Overall: The "best friend" type of dad but still a powerhouse of protection when needed.

Choso – The Overprotective, Gentle Dad

Choso would be so soft with his kid. He’s been through so much loss that once he has a child of his own, they become his entire world. He’d always make sure they feel loved and protected, constantly checking if they ate, if they’re warm, if they’re happy. If they so much as get a scratch, he’s holding them like they’ve been mortally wounded.

His bedtime stories? Legendary. He’s the kind of dad who will sit for hours telling stories and making shadow puppets on the wall. But if someone dares to harm his child? They’re dead. No hesitation.

Pros: Incredibly caring, super protective, and patient.

Cons: Might be too overprotective (his kid is not allowed to climb trees, ever).

Overall: A soft, warm dad who will also commit a crime for his child.

Sukuna – The “I’m Not a Softie” Dad (But He Is)

Sukuna as a dad would pretend he doesn’t care, but deep down, he’s got that soft spot. He’d be the dad that grumbles about how kids are annoying, but the moment his child looks sad? He’s casually placing their favorite snacks next to them and acting like it was always there.

His parenting style would be strict, though. No nonsense, no whining. But the second someone else tries to be mean to his kid? Immediate execution.

Pros: Will make sure his child is the strongest, and no one will ever mess with them.

Cons: Tough love to the max. “Crying? Weak. You can fight a bear, I believe in you.”

Overall: The dad who acts like he doesn’t care but would burn the world for his child.

Geto Suguru – The “Cool But Protective” Dad

Geto would be the cool dad—the one who’s got that chill vibe and never raises his voice unless he needs to. He’s the type to have deep conversations with his kid, teaching them about the world, strength, and how to handle things with grace.

But if someone messes with his child? He will destroy them. Effortlessly.

Pros: Wise, calm, and genuinely wants the best for his child.

Cons: Might be a bit too hands-off sometimes.

Overall: The dad who gives solid advice and will make sure his child is respected.

Toji Fushiguro – The “Tough but Soft” Dad

Toji would be a dad who tries to act like he doesn’t care much, but deep down, he’s so soft when no one’s looking. He’d teach his kid how to defend themselves from a young age and make sure they know how to survive.

He’s rough around the edges, but he’d do anything to give his child a better life than he had. If his kid ever got bullied? That bully would mysteriously disappear (coincidence? I think not).

Pros: Teaches survival skills, fiercely protective, secretly affectionate.

Cons: Struggles with showing emotions, might be distant at times.

Overall: The "tough-love" dad who is actually a big softie.

Nanami Kento – The Reliable, Best-Dad Material

Nanami is the perfect balance. He’s the dad who provides everything his child needs—stability, warmth, and love, but also discipline when necessary. His kid will grow up knowing their worth because Nanami will always be there to remind them.

He’s the kind of dad who comes home tired from work but still helps with homework, reads bedtime stories, and makes pancakes on weekends. If his child cries? He’s holding them and reassuring them with that deep, soothing voice.

Pros: Responsible, loving, and will always put his child first.

Cons: Might worry too much about their future.

Overall: The ultimate “Dad of the Year” type.

[incorrectfatui]

some Fatui headcanons before we resume the quotes (some funny, some sad, some just random idk) these are all over the place but oh well Pierro: Really liked talking to Signora about magic. They both use very different kinds, but they still have similar understandings, and no one else really wants to hear him ramble

Capitano: Oblivious to romantic relationships. Thinks everyone is just really good friends.

Dottore: Got so seasick on the way to inazuma and back, that he genuinely considered never visiting again. Spent like 5 months trying to research medication against motion sickness and ended up poisoning himself. Intentionally makes mathematical mistakes in his budget reports, just to annoy Pantalone.

Columbina: can't swim.

Arlecchino: Says "I don't have a favourite child", but definitely has a favourite child. Tried making Dad jokes once and failed miserably, mostly because she didn't understand the joke herself. Sometimes forgets that most the Harbingers are immortal, so she'll have situations where she mentions researching some long dead person, only for one of the others to go "oh i knew that dude personally". Somewhat salty that she isn't hundreds of years old.

Crucabena: Her birthday is on christmas. She doesn't know what christmas is, so it doesn't matter, but she just gives off the vibe of being born in winter and I think it'd be funny. Wrote letters trying to get Neuvilette to implement the death penalty monthly, but never received a reply. Has, one more than one occasion, used Hydro not to fight, but to drown people, because she liked watching them struggle.

Clervie: her and Peruere once illegally operated an Aquabus while on a mission. Peruere may have used it to commit vehicular manslaughter. Also she made mother's day presents every year, despite them being thrown away. Tried to teach herself elemental magic, but couldn't figure it out without a teacher. Once overheard Crucabena praying to the Cryo Archon. briefly had hope that she changed for the better, only to hear "Thank you your Majesty for giving me the ability to give people hypothermia".

Lyney: Genuinely thought Arlecchino was a guy for like 3 months after being adopted. Also sometimes forgets that Freminet isn't his biological brother.

Lynette: More cat-like than Lyney. Has caught birds and eaten them raw before, but doesn't do it anymore, even though Arlecchino approves.

Freminet: More powerful than Lyney and Lynette, even if it doesn't seem like it. Doesn't have all that much control over his cryo vision yet, so he mostly uses it as a support for his claymore, instead of the other way around.

Pulcinella: Has a lot of fun calling everyone a child, even if he isn't older than them. Dottore? Unruly teenager. Scaramouche or Sandrone? Practically a toddler. Arlecchino and Childe? Babies. Only ones he doesn't do this to is Columbina and Pierro. Columbina because he's scared, Pierro because of respect.

Scaramouche: One of the only people who actually understands how Ei's Realm of Euthmiya works. Has tried to explain it to several people, including Pierro and Dottore, but get's frustrated every time because they don't understand it exactly. So overcharged with electro energy, that touching him may give you a small shockl (yes, even after Sumeru). Is actually not completely sure how his body actually works, and neither is Nahida. Dottore has a pretty level of knowlegde (although he still gets a lot of surprises), but the only one who actually understands his body completely is Ei.

Sandrone: Tried to become active in Fontainian politics at some point. Promptly fell asleep in the courtroom because she spent several all-nighters trying to complete a project of hers. Complicated feelings about Scaramouche, ranging from "I want to dissect him" to "no one understands this guy more than me, ignore the fact that we talk like once every 5 years"

Signora: Even with the cryo delusion, her body temperature runs really, really hot. Is basically a walking heater- Columbina likes using her as a portable source of warmth. Also, her blood being liquid fire is not an exaggeration- got wounded in the palace one time, only to burn down half a library.

Pantalone: Once suggested suing Raiden Ei for child support. It did not work.

Childe: Completely unaware that Arlecchino isn't the first Knave. Thinks she's immortal too. Also only figured out that Dottore has clones after about a year of being a Harbinger.

[bluemantics]

the art of tending

Keith has a lot of scars. Some are more visible than others, but Lance makes sure each one receives the proper care that it requires. In the morning, as he sweeps into the kitchen with languid stretching, he slides up to the counter beside his love. Ever the early-riser, Keith smiles at him as he scrambles eggs. 

“Good morning, Lance.” Keith isn’t one for pet names, which never matters— the way he says Lance is enough. It echoes in the crisp morning air, traveling out through the ajar windows. 

It’s too early for words, so Lance cradles Keith’s jawline in his hand. He relishes in the feeling of his wedding band pressing softly against Keith’s scarred cheek for a moment before pressing a kiss into its slight ridges. His husband hums, content. 

They linger in mornings, now. And both of them are endlessly thankful for the ability to wake up slowly, together. 

Throughout their days on Earth, teaching occupies a large sum of their time. The students at the Garrison are brilliant. Lance has a fondness for one girl in particular, a 16-year-old named Vidhi who loves the simulator and loves pranks even more. He scolds her, of course, in an attempt to not be obvious with his favorites. Still, she knows that she can always come to him. It’s a source of pride for Lance. 

As wonderful as they are, they can also be… challenging. Lance is grading papers when Keith storms into his empty classroom at lunchtime. He throws himself into the chair opposite Lance with a drawn-out huff, dramatically leaning forward on the desk. 

“Carlo, again?” Lance doesn’t even look up, continuing to work. 

“He’s skipping math. I asked him about it, and he said that he’d rather fly, and that he doesn’t like the other kids. In less polite words,” Keith explains, balling up his hand in a fist. “I want to be there for him, I do, but he isn’t ever there for himself. It’s so—“ 

“Oh, Keith,” Lance clucks his tongue, drawing a glare out of his beloved. 

“Don’t do that,” Keith complains. “Just say what you have to say.”

“Carlo is a trouble kid right? Always does what he wants? Kinda a lone wolf?” Lance levels an unimpressed look at Keith. 

“Yeah?” Keith raises an eyebrow, clearly confused and frustrated.

“So, he’s like you, babe.” A range of emotions flash over Keith’s face. Indignation morphs into thoughtfulness before settling on realization. 

“Oh, shit.” He pushes back his bangs, eyes wide, and looks down at his hands with panic. “How am I supposed to even start with him? He’ll see right through me, and I am not equipped to handle an emotionally unstable kid. This is a horrible—“

Lance grabs Keith’s hand, forcing him to meet his eyes. “This is a wonderful idea. Who better to help him than a person who understands him? Who will treat him like an equal?”

“I don’t know where to begin, Lance,” Keith whispers. Lance rubs his thumb over Keith’s knuckles.

“Yes, you do.” He uses his free hand to turn around the frame on his desk. In it is a picture of the team, all smiling proudly while hugging one another. Lance taps the photo. 

“Shiro.” Keith follows his gesture, grabbing the photo and looking at it contemplatively. 

“Shiro,” Lance agrees, watching him take that information in. “You don’t have to be perfect, red. God knows Shiro wasn’t— he was just as young as we are now— but if you can do what he did for you… that’s powerful stuff.”

“Yeah,” Keith mumbles, glancing back up at Lance. “Okay, yeah. I can try.”

“I know this is hard,” Lance tells him. “There is no other person who could do this for Carlo, Keith. Not a one. You’ve got everything you need, and if you ever need help, you can always call him. You lived it first. Now pass it on.”

Keith stands abruptly and places the frame down on Lance’s desk, determination set into every muscle of his frame. “I’ll talk to him.” He swivels on his foot, turning to fast-walk out. 

“Up-bup-bup! You’re forgetting something!” Lance calls over. 

“Oh, yeah.” Keith grins, spins back to his partner, and draws him up into a kiss. It’s as grateful as it is fleeting. 

It leaves Lance’s heart fizzing with energy as Keith dashes out, adding a new pep to his grading. Lance is always relieved when he can soothe the pain from Keith’s oldest scars, the ones on his mind.

Eventually, when they turn in for the night, Keith will wince at the pull of his aching muscles. He’ll twist in their bed, trying to get comfortable until Lance finally gestures for him to move in front. Then, with quiet and calming hands, Lance will rub out the soreness from a long day of training and hard work. He makes sure to gently pull aside Keith’s long hair when necessary, lets his fingers skirt over the hard lines of Keith’s back. 

Keith will lean into his touch, as always. They’ll talk, voices long and low, about everything. Their classes. Hearing from teammates. A hard workout. An annoying call from family. Even, in their most difficult moments, they might mention missing some aspects of the war.

Those kinds of discussions are only reserved for nighttime. When the air from the windows is chilled, the stars are up instead of around, and Lance’s hands are tracing lines across Keith’s ribs and his shoulders. He maps out every scar from memory, pulls out every memory from each scar. 

Over time, Lance will lose his ability to speak, capable of just monosyllabic words. 

Keith will notice. He can never stop noticing. His eyes will wander over his shoulder, see his husband’s lids droop, and, with the grace of a much less rugged man, will ease Lance slowly to lie down. 

In a matter of seconds, Keith will wrap around Lance. They’ll close their eyes, limbs tangled, hearts thudding slowly in time. 

No “I love you” needs to be said when every action, every tender caress and guiding word, leads them to the same place day after day. 

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Weekend Ramblings

Thame·Po Episode 10

Yeah, I'm late but my brain was not working properly on friday, so, now works. Congrats on the sex! I love this friend group so much. This episode was a lot. First of all Baifern needs to go touch grass. I did appreciate that the show went there, all things considering, but she made me mad. And not that I needed more proof, but Po is a better person than me. Also I hate Pemika and this whole thing around idols and dating. It's insane, but obviously eventually the company will come around, cause glass houses and all that. The PepperGam noble idiocy thing was a bit whatever, although still heartbreaking, but I'm hoping this means that our mains won't follow in their footsteps. This show is as close to perfection as I have seen from gmmtv in a while, so let's not ruin it. The best part was definitely seeing the group supporting each other. The hand holding at the press conference had me all emotional. I'm giving up on screaming at Thame. I guess since they were technically already caught, he's not bothered. Not that he acted like he ever was. Thame and Po continue to be them. I just love how even through all this, they keep checking in on each other.

GelBoys Episode 2

Never has a show made me feel so ancient. Also this show is a massive reminder of how much I absolutely hated all that love drama in high school. I had zero patience for it. Obsessively rereading messages, overanalysing every word to find some hidden meaning, wondering, Does he actually like me? Honestly, I’m exhausted just thinking about it. And on top of that, I’m beyond grateful that I didn’t have to deal with any of it in the era of smartphones, social media, selfies, apps, and so on. So much angst. I guess playlists are the new mixtapes. It's certainly easier. I continue to really like the atmosphere, it feels very grounded. And although I like Fou4Mod, I adore Baabin, so I'm not a huge fan of the way Fou4Mod is using him to make Chian jealous. Like since he's his bestie, he could've at least been honest. I'm sure he'd be on board. And I know he's gotta learn this for himself but, Fou4Mod, sweetie, this is a terrible idea. You are going to be crying a lot on that train in the future. But, I mean, who hasn't done that before?

Perfect 10 Liners Episode 17

I got YothaGun and PondSand. What a joy! I really could watch Perth do anything but seeing him being the biggest love sick puppy is a special treat. Faifa seems to have a bit of a savior complex, which we kinda knew but it's pretty obvious now. I love characters that hide their pain behind a smile, and he's so kind on top of that, so of course I love him. I also liked that he noticed Wine's overall mood and checked in with him about boundaries. I'm hoping Wine can break some of his walls and perhaps teach him the word 'NO.' I'm thinking maybe we won't get a side couple this time because we have enough couples to check in with, in between FaifaWine stuff, but we'll see.

The Boy Next World Episode 7

First of all, it was great to see Thorn/Tong again, I keep forgetting this is part of the TharnType Universe. As I said last week, BossNouel can bring it in those scenes, but I still feel like I'm watching RainPhayu. Now Cir, you had to see this coming, no? I mean you only had like a million chances to come clean. I feel bad for Phu, but I gotta say, last week I thought he might have an inkling about this, but maybe not?Now…for that ending and the preview. So not multiple universes, but something else is going on. He's dissociating. I'm intrigued and worried if they will land this part of the story. It seems we'll be getting our beloved amnesia trope and I'm so excited about it. Honestly I was thinking maybe he doesn't really have amnesia and he's faking, but wouldn't that be a bit much, all things considered? I mean, they’re going to end up together, so I’d really love to not completely despise Cir by then. The second half of the episode was strange though, pace wise. It felt a bit disconnected, and rushed. Part of it might be intentional, given Phu's state of mind, but it still felt weird to me. The sides are kinda cute, although I must admit, Wim gets on my nerves a bit. That dude must end each day with a tension headache. Like seriously, he's so tense it makes me stressed. And also, why is he so annoyed by Jin?, cause like he listed a bunch of stuff but honestly I don't see it. Wim needs to forget about Cir for 5 seconds and focus on something else. This animosity feels a bit forced.

Sangmin Dinneaw Episode 8 [Finale]

I honestly don’t even know where to start. I’ve come to expect a certain level of whiplash from this show, but this was on an entirely different level. We went from child abuse and murder plot straight into that cucumber scene. I can’t even begin to imagine the thought process behind it. This was a roller-coaster, and not in a good way. That said, at least we finally got a storyline where a guy gets revenge on his abusive parents, so that wasn’t terrible. But the fact that the hotel dude didn't get run over is unfortunate. Now that it’s over, I genuinely don’t know what to say. The main couple was cute enough, and the sides were decent, but overall, this whole thing was a mess. Honestly, the ending was the only part that felt even remotely normal. And still I'm not sure about the amnesia. But who cares? Most of this makes no sense and I'm not gonna waste any more time trying to figure it out.

[blissfulbluee]

457 theory

gi-hun and in-ho have very different views of each other. gi-hun simply sees in-ho as an alliance, and a potential friend, if he isn’t one already.

with in-ho, things are way more complex. i’ll point out the obvious first; he’s obsessed with gi-hun. this obsession is mainly rooted in jealousy, confusion, and hurt. “why does he still have hope for society, and faith in humanity?” is a question he’s ruminated more than once. it’s painful to see someone endure the same trauma and become a better person because of it when you can’t do the same.

in-ho is drawn to gi-hun out of a desire to put an internal conflict to rest. he knows gi-hun’s mere existence represents the fact truly good people exist, and always have, and always will. he’s been aware of this since before gi-hun was a player. in his eyes, however, those people are either weak and taken advantage of, or there aren’t enough of them to make real change. he felt this was confirmed when the strategy he used in the games led him to victory- one i imagine was similar to sang-woo’s.

seeing someone with a different approach win made him wonder if his callousness was in vain. he justified his actions by telling himself gi-hun got lucky, and hoped he’d build a future around that luck. now, years later, he’s back to play the hero? he feels bad that his attempt is in vain, but at least he’ll learn his lesson; the system and those who play by its rules prevail.

a part of him hopes gi-hun will prove him wrong. he sees his past self in him; a man without his current philosophy. anyway, it’s definitely possible that there’s a homoerotic element to this fixation, as many people fall in love with people who remind them of themselves, but it will never be reciprocated after what he’s done. sad because in another universe they’d be a cute couple 😔

Hi! Thanks for the ask. Sorry for the delayed response. I think this is a good way to look at the ship, and is closer to canon than other things I have seen about them.

Yes, I agree that Gi-hun sees in-ho as a friend when he is Young-il.

I like how you bring up the jealousy and everything being the cause of the obsession (which is undeniable to me. he is absolutely obsessed with him in canon just not in the shipping way) I haven't thought a lot about how envious it would be for him to see how different they turned out.

I do also agree that In ho sees Gi-hun as weak for his morals. I think he wants to essentially teach him his ways, to maybe get him to be like him so that all of that envy goes away. he just has some very cruel and very homosexual methods. LMAO

I SO wish we could somehow get a universe where Gi-hun and past In-ho interact. That way we can have old man yaoi without the toxic nature for a change, even though that is what makes them so interesting.

People clown on shippers for shipping such a toxic ship that is essentially one sided as you mention, but thats the beauty of it. We don't necessarily find it pretty if they end up together. Sometimes we enjoy the one sided things because that's different from a typical romance. AND you can still enjoy it without getting as toxic/dark as possible.

You're right about everything anon. I wish I could say more but I am currently being hit with random exhaustion and you're really saying everything I am thinking lol.

[airandyeah]

The Weakest, For You

Valentine’s Day had always been a bit of a joke to Gojo Satoru. A self-proclaimed "Strongest sorcerer," he didn’t exactly have the time or energy for the fluffy traditions of love, flowers, or chocolates. He had too much going on—fighting curses, teaching students, and saving the world to be bothered by something as frivolous as a holiday dedicated to love.

But then… she happened.

Y/N had completely turned his world upside down, and for the first time in a long while, Gojo found himself thinking about more than just the next fight, the next challenge, or the next mission. He thought about her smile, the way her presence seemed to calm the chaotic storm that was his life. How the sight of her eyes lighting up in excitement or laughter made him feel something he couldn’t describe.

So, when Valentine’s Day came around, Gojo knew he couldn’t just let it pass. He couldn’t be the carefree, aloof sorcerer he always was this time. For her, he wanted to show her that he cared, in a way that felt right for both of them.

The morning of Valentine’s Day, Gojo woke up early. He wasn’t one to wake up with the sun, but today felt different. The feeling was both thrilling and strange. After all, what did he know about doing something normal for someone special?

He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his blindfold, wondering if this was all just a little ridiculous. He was Gojo Satoru—the strongest, the untouchable. Surely, he didn’t need to do all this, right?

But as soon as the thought crossed his mind, his mind wandered to Y/N—the way she’d laugh at his jokes, or how she’d look at him with that smile that melted his heart every time. That was all the answer he needed. He couldn’t just keep being the same old showoff who didn’t care about the little things. For her, he had to step outside his comfort zone.

In the end, Gojo settled on something simple but meaningful. A bouquet of wildflowers—her favorite—and a box of artisan chocolates, the kind that was crafted with care. No flashy, over-the-top gestures like the ones he usually pulled, just something genuine.

With a confident grin, he grabbed the bouquet and chocolates, ready to make it a day she would never forget.

Later that afternoon, Y/N had agreed to meet him at their usual spot—a quiet café tucked away in the corner of the city. She had no idea what to expect from Gojo on Valentine’s Day, and in truth, neither did he. But that only made it more exciting. As always, Gojo was the one who liked to keep things spontaneous, so he was eager to see how it all unfolded.

When she walked into the café, her eyes immediately found him. As usual, he was sitting with that laid-back posture of his, legs stretched out, leaning back in the chair as if the world was his playground. His usual cocky grin was there, but this time, there was something different about him. He seemed more… patient, for lack of a better word.

He waved her over, his usual theatrics on full display. “Hey, beautiful. I got you something.” He pointed to the bouquet of wildflowers and the box of chocolates sitting on the table, his expression as playful as ever.

Y/N blinked in surprise, taken aback by the thoughtful gesture. “Gojo, you… you actually got me flowers?”

He smirked, leaning forward as if it was the most casual thing in the world. “I told you I’m full of surprises.” He handed her the flowers, his voice softening for a moment. “You deserve this.”

She reached out to take the bouquet, her fingers brushing his as she did. “Gojo…” She felt a warmth spread through her chest as she looked at him, noticing how his usual teasing nature was replaced with something more sincere. “This is… really sweet of you.”

“Yeah, well, I guess even the strongest guy around has to know when to show a little bit of heart,” he said, a rare hint of seriousness in his tone. His blindfolded eyes softened as he glanced at her. “I mean it. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about anything the way I care about you. I'm weak for you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t remember the last time Gojo had spoken so openly, so earnestly. He had always been larger than life, always full of energy and jokes, but there were times, like now, when she saw the true depth of who he was beneath the layers of bravado.

“Gojo…” she started, her voice soft, unsure of how to express everything she was feeling. She wanted to say something about how he made her feel, how he’d changed her world, but the words seemed to catch in her throat.

With a playful grin, Gojo slid the box of chocolates toward her. “I mean, what’s Valentine’s Day without a little chocolate, right? But you’ll have to share, because I’m not gonna let you eat them all by yourself.”

Y/N chuckled, feeling the warmth of the moment settle over her. “I’ll share, but only because you got me flowers.”

“That’s the spirit,” Gojo said with a wink, his usual cocky smile returning. But there was still that undercurrent of sincerity in his eyes, something real.

They sat there together for the rest of the afternoon, sharing chocolates, laughing over stories, and simply enjoying each other’s company. In that moment, Gojo wasn’t the all-powerful sorcerer, the untouchable legend. He was just a man who had fallen for someone, and who, in his own unique way, wanted to show her how much she meant to him.

As they parted ways later that evening, Gojo leaned in, giving her a soft, lingering kiss on the cheek. "Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N," he said quietly, his tone more serious than usual.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Gojo.” Y/N smiled, feeling lighter than she had in a long time.

Gojo watched her walk away, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. For all the battles he had fought, all the powerful opponents he had faced, it was moments like this—simple, genuine moments—that meant the most. ~~~ 2 years had passed since Gojo Satoru’s Valentine’s Day surprise—the flowers, the chocolates, and the rare glimpse of vulnerability beneath his ever-present swagger. That day had marked a turning point in their relationship, and now, 2 years later, it was clear to anyone who saw them together: Gojo Satoru was no longer just the strongest sorcerer. He was her husband, and nothing—no curse, no danger—could change that.

Valentine’s Day had become an annual tradition for them, but this year, Satoru found himself thinking about it more than usual. Perhaps it was because their marriage had grown even stronger with time, or maybe because he wanted to give her something truly special—something beyond the usual antics. After all, she was his equal, his partner, the one person who saw past his flashy exterior to the person he had become with her by his side.

That morning, the sun streamed through the bedroom window, casting a soft glow over their shared space. Satoru was already awake, but he didn’t move right away. Instead, he lay there, watching the love of his life sleep peacefully beside him. Her soft breathing and the slight rise and fall of her chest filled the room with a comforting peace.

He reached out and gently ran a finger through her hair, brushing it away from her face. He couldn’t help but smile. She’s everything.

As the clock ticked on, he quietly got out of bed and went to the kitchen. He had a plan, and it didn’t involve the usual spontaneous, over-the-top surprises. This year, he wanted to make it special—calm, intimate, and perfect for the woman he loved.

When she finally woke up, she was greeted by the warm smell of fresh pancakes and the sound of Satoru humming softly to himself in the kitchen. She smiled sleepily to herself, knowing that no matter how chaotic his life was, he always found a way to make their mornings feel like something out of a dream.

She slipped out of bed and padded into the kitchen, where Satoru was standing in front of the stove, wearing one of his usual cocky grins.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he teased, turning to flash her his trademark wink.

“Good morning, husband,” she replied with a smile, leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed.

Satoru placed a plate of pancakes on the counter and turned to face her. His gaze softened as he took in the sight of her—his wife, the woman who had stood by him through everything. He leaned against the counter, his voice taking on a serious note that she hadn’t heard in a while.

“You know,” he began, “sometimes I can’t believe how lucky I am. A lot of people think I’m invincible, but the truth is, I’ve never felt more... grounded than I do when I’m with you.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I’m the lucky one, Toru. You’ve made every day we’ve spent together feel like an adventure, but I know deep down that you’re the one who makes me feel whole."

Satoru smiled softly, his usual bravado replaced by something more tender. "Yeah, well, even the strongest guy around has to show his softer side sometimes." He pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. "Today, I wanted to do something different. No flashy surprises, no crazy stunts. Just... us. I thought we’d start the day with something simple, like pancakes and quiet time together."

She chuckled softly, feeling her heart swell at the gesture. "I think that sounds perfect."

After breakfast, they sat together on the couch, sharing stories from their days before they met, reminiscing about how they first came together. The calm, easy comfort they shared made everything feel right. There was no need for grand gestures when the little moments meant so much more.

But Satoru hadn’t forgotten his surprise. With a mischievous grin, he stood up and disappeared into the other room, only to return a moment later holding a small, carefully wrapped box. He presented it to her, his usual playful attitude returning.

"Alright, I couldn’t resist. I had to get you something," he said, eyes twinkling.

Y/N took the box, her curiosity piqued. "You got me something after all this?"

He simply grinned in response. "Open it."

She slowly unwrapped the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a small, heart-shaped pendant. The pendant wasn’t just any heart—it was a custom piece, engraved with the coordinates of the place where they first met.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat. "Toru… this is…" Her fingers traced the smooth surface of the pendant, a symbol of everything they had shared. "You remembered."

"Of course I did," Gojo replied softly, his grin giving way to a genuine smile. "That day was when everything changed for me. You changed everything. I figured it was about time I gave you something that would remind you of that, every day."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion. "It’s beautiful, Toru. Thank you."

"Anything for you," he said, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "You’re my everything."

They spent the rest of the day together, just enjoying each other’s company. There were no big parties, no extravagant gifts—just a quiet, perfect day. When the evening came, he led her outside, where a small firepit crackled, casting soft light in the cool night. They sat together, cuddled up under a blanket, watching the stars.

"I love you," Satoru whispered, his hand resting gently on hers. "More than anything."

"I love you too," she replied, squeezing his hand in return.

And as the fire flickered between them, they both knew that no matter how much time passed, no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would always have each other. Valentine’s Day, just like every other day, was just another reason to celebrate the love they had found.

Tag: @madamechrissy

[wrtzia]

Isaac Lahey - Headcanon

Bf!IsaacLahey x Human!Reader

Warning ; mention of abuse, fluff

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Bf!Isaac who is the most clingy guy ever. There isn’t a second when his arm isn’t around you. Everytime he has the occasion to, he will bring you into his arms, making sure that your head rests on his chest as he plays with your hair.

Bf!Isaac who braids your hair, very messy braids, as his fingers clumsily tangled in your hair. And you stay still, pretending he doesn’t make you want to cry by how firmly he pulls on your hair.

Bf!Isaac who makes sure to never bring you during one of the pack’s plans. And if you come, or if you two are in danger, he does everything to make sure you don’t even get a scratch. And if you do, if by any way your skin bleeds at a moment, he blames himself for weeks and makes sure to bandage it, even if it’s nothing at all.

Bf!Isaac who didn’t want to turn in front of you, afraid that your vision of him would change and that you would see him as a monster. Bf!Isaac who took months before letting you see his werewolf’s self, at which you answered the only thing you saw was your handsome boyfriend, but now capable of protecting you better than anyone. 

Bf!Isaac who told you everything about his father, from how he was locked in the freezer to how he would simply beat him out of nowhere. He told you everything on a random night, coming to your house just when you were about to go to bed. He laid down on your double bed and went right in your arms, resting his head on your chest as he let everything out, a few tears wetting his cheeks.

Bf!Isaac who pretends to hate when you force him to go shopping, only to secretly love it. He holds every one of your single bags full of clothes or makeup things. And when you’re in a changing room, trying once again a new t-shirt or a skirt, he peeks his head in and lets out a whistle, telling you how pretty you look as you push his head out.

Bf!Isaac who sneaks in your room at night, coming into your bed and into your arms, pretending he just really wants a late cuddle and that he will leave before morning so your parents won’t know. And obviously, he ends up falling asleep with his head on your chest and his arms around your waist. And your parents, once again, wake you up, only to find Isaac curled up in your arms.

Bf!Isaac who isn’t really good with saying ‘I love you’ but makes sure to show you with his actions, either by giving you gifts or being there for you. He will do everything for you, and one thing you’re sure of is that he loves you, even without saying it. 

Bf!Isaac who teaches you how to defend yourself. He makes it your weekly mission, finding you every Saturday to train you. He even got Allison to teach you how to use a bow and a few of her weapons, just in case something happens. Isaac teaches your combat moves he himself found on the Web, and when you trip or mess up, he makes sure to tease you about it.

Bf!Isaac who has a lot of trauma due to his dad, so it happens pretty often that you get woken up by a screaming Isaac after he had nightmares. So everytime, you take him in his arms and rub his back, murmuring reassuring words and telling him you’re  here, with him, and that he is safe.

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[good-beanswrites]

Some LCSyS headcanons about the new outfits' prep :3

Mahiru helps Yuno cut her hair. Yuno gets a little emotional during it, but is easily distracted by the cheery chatting. On the other hand, Mahiru has to be physically held back when watching Amane cut her own hair...

Fuuta and Amane set aside time to make their accessories together. They're meant to be a little homemade, but Fuuta definitely throws out one or two early versions that came out so bad it got Amane to break into laughter.

Fuuta has to have some intense makeup under his eye covering since it's easier for Es to peek under. The makeup artists show Yuno how to do it up so she can run next door to help him apply/remove it each day.

Haruka helps Muu try on and adjust her new restraits. She doesn't let him touch her veil, afraid he'll pinch himself on the wire. Then she pinches herself, and asks someone else for help.

Kotoko is ashamed of her restraints and plans on trying everything on privately. The others accidentally see it, and their amazement at how badass she looks cheers her up a lot.

After that, she and Muu practice walking around together with their legs/feet impaired. They laugh and get the others to help them up when they fall.

Mikoto and Kazui don't have drastic outfit changes (it's more just looking disheveled) so they spend a lot of time helping the others in whatever ways they can.

(I don't know how the knowledge is revealed to Es yet, but) each prisoner gets to look at their key on the collar, with varying opinions.

Hiding the hcs for the leaks because I'll forget to post them if I wait sorry 😭

There's so much ooh-ing and ah-ing that Haruka practically melts from the positive attention. Muu helps dress him, and Kazui teaches him how to put on his tie.

Shidou also gets a lot of compliments, though Yuno and Mikoto tease him a bit about the shoe decision. Amane approaches him in private -- she jokes that he'd look better in a straightjacket, and he realizes it's her way of saying she'll miss him this trial.

Mahiru cries the moment she sees herself in the wedding dress, resulting in tears from everyone in the vicinity. It's a dream come true, it's a reminder of her mistakes, it marks a tragedy, it reminds her she can still look forward to that.

While the others just wear their outfits for the photoshoot, Mahiru sometimes just puts on the dress to hang around the mv filming sets and relax.

[grandwretch]

i so badly want one of those fic examinations of steve's relationship with joyce and hopper but solely through eddie's pov like hear me out

steve and eddie chat a lot in the upside down (and later in the hospital, when they learn hop is alive). steve has taken charge of filling eddie in on the rest of their of-age crew without the kids butting in. he never mentions his own parents, but he talks about the rest of the party's a lot, especially joyce and hopper. eddie knows what it's like to desperately want someone to be your parent and trying to hide it from his own childhood, when he would try to be cool about wayne dropping him off at his dad's house. steve obviously adores joyce and hopper, thinks the world of them and legitimately looks up to them.

eddie isn't sure what he expects from a cop who came back to life and the world's most determined housewife, but he's excited to meet them as someone steve loves.

cue eddie's horror when he realizes that neither of them really feel much for steve rather than annoyance and vague distrust. that joyce trusts will with eddie, an accused murderer, in a heartbeat and still hesitates to leave him with steve. that hopper brushes off every ounce of steve's hero worship and joy.

he tries to broach the topic with steve, gently, and is heartbroken when steve genuinely has no idea what he's talking about. and not because he's oblivious, but because steve thinks that's what he deserves. he thinks that's the parental love that someone who was an asshole in high school needs, because that's what would make him a good person. he needs people to call him out constantly, obviously, because why else would they keep doing it? why would nancy? at least they're here. at least they're not ignoring him. at least they're not forcing him into a box. they just want him to be better.

like, this is the man who thanked a girl for calling him bullshit and telling him she never loved him. he doesn't Know that's not how you're supposed to handle things. no one ever taught him that.

and now eddie's gotta figure out how he can teach steve how to be loved the right way without outing himself and his huge crush on his love-starved dork of a friend.

[entamewitchlulu]

once i was in a creative writing class in college, and in a bit of humor i wrote the line:

"Um," I said, eloquently.

And my teacher was so adamant that I had to remove it because "um is not an eloquent word, so it makes no sense" and i was like my brother in christ it's called Irony

[isdalinarhot]

All Homophobic Navani jokes aside I do think she is really working on becoming more accepting of this kind of stuff and like it would be easy to say it’s because of the crab yuri or whatever but honestly I think she started rethinking things when, like, her husband asked her to teach him how to read and she had to get really cool about a lot of things really quickly

[siren--squid]

Going Through It in a way that only danvis can fix I think

[candyriku]

finally getting a chance to work on chapter 15 today :-)