#i love her and i love how much she reminds me of myself

[wendichester]

hey olivia darling!! absolutely love ur works, was just wondering what you think sam and dean's dynamic would be like with a shy and chubby reader? like what would they be like if they have a crush/have feelings (for the same girl or separately mueheueh)? i just feel like they would appreciate the (literal) softness and the shyness would be something interesting bc theyre very much not shy people lol

hope this isnt weird, its just as a chubby and shy girl myself it was a little sad to only see skinny and bold/outspoken love interests in the show, not that there's anything wrong with those women ofc, i just feel hella unrepresented lolz. would love to hear your thoughts or if you had the time or inspiration, a little drabble perhaps? no worries if not ofc, love lots 🫂❤️

hi baby! first of all, absolutely not weird at all—this is so valid and honestly? something that a lot of us think about but don’t always say out loud. you're not alone, babe. chubby & shy girls deserve epic, bone-melting, emotionally devastating supernatural romance too. period. am i shy? no. sadly i was cursed with a leo sun and moon, thus i'm loud and unsufferable BUT i am chubbs so, i gotcha. let's dive in!!

ᯓ★ sam winchester & shy, chubby reader

sam would be so down bad and it would sneak up on him. like, you walk into a room quietly, kinda head down, sweater sleeves past your wrists, and he’s instantly looking up from his laptop. not even in a “she’s hot” way (yet), but in a gentle intrigue kind of way. he’d notice how your voice gets quieter when you’re nervous. how you tug at your shirt when you think no one’s looking. he’s hyper-observant, always has been, and his brain goes ���oh. she’s careful with her space. she’s not used to being looked at.” and suddenly he’s looking at you all the time. and girl, if you’re chubby? sam canonically does not care about conventionally skinny ideals. in fact, i think he’d love the way softness feels—like, deep comfort vibes. he’s been through so much loss and hard edges and trauma, so the way you feel warm and real and huggable would be like some kind of miracle to him. like he can finally breathe. also? he’d be so nervous to make you uncomfortable. he’d get really self-aware about his height and voice, like “am i too loud? did i scare her? should i back off?” total respectful green flag behavior. he’d wait for you to make the first move—except you won’t, because you’re shy, and he’ll spiral about that too 😭 expect lingering glances, asking if you’ve eaten, doing little things like fixing your laptop cord so you don’t trip. oh—and books. he’d 100% lend you books and leave little notes inside the pages like “this part reminded me of you.” he’s a slow burn, but the second you trust him enough to take his hand first? he’s yours. entirely.

ᯓ★ dean winchester & shy, chubby reader

now dean?? oh girl. he would be unwell. he’s not used to quiet girls throwing him off his game. normally he flirts, gets flirted with, rinse and repeat. but you? you look away when he smirks at you. you blush when he compliments your outfit. you can’t even look at him when he walks in shirtless (which he 100% starts doing more often just to see you turn pink). and it kills him in the best way. the chubbiness? he’s obsessed. like in a carnal, old-school, wants-to-worship-you kind of way. stretch marks? tummy squish? full thighs? he’s literally on his knees. not just because it’s hot (which it is), but because it’s yours. and because you’re shy about it, he goes extra soft with the compliments—low voice, barely-there touches, telling you, “you know you drive me crazy, right?” in a way that doesn’t feel like a joke. that makes your breath catch. dean’s the type to find what you hate about yourself and kiss it with reverence, like he’s mad that you don’t see what he sees. he’d call you “sweetheart” so often it becomes dangerous. he’d tease you, but it’d never be mocking. more like... coaxing. “what’s got you so quiet, sweetheart? me?” smirk. cheeky wink. a little too close. he’s a tease through and through, but he checks himself fast if he sees you retreat. he’d never push too far—he knows what fear looks like. but he’s also a touch-starved little mess, so the first time you lean on him, even for a second? done. he’d go all in. call you “his girl” to cas and sam. get jealous when you talk to other hunters. become your personal bodyguard. the minute he knows you're his safe place, he becomes yours, fully.

final thought, from my whole heart: you don’t need to be loud or skinny or “main character energy” to be worthy of romance. you are already worthy. your softness isn’t a flaw—it’s exactly the thing someone like sam or dean would crave after years of war and grief and sharp edges. don’t ever think you’re too quiet or too much. you’re not invisible. you’re the whole damn story, babe ♡

[manytoonepoet]

(Aaa you don't have to (well... that's a given) respond to this at all, not expecting it, just wanted to share the same sentiment because your post reminded me of it) (Plus this is vv long it's a rant srry. If you do respond though (only an if) I recommend screenshotting so you can turn it into your own post and crop it so it doesn't take so much space)

Honestly, before 3.3 I was kind of sick of people saying "stop making everything about shipping/sexualities" because I assumed it was mainly just people getting salty that they're dealing with a inevitable fandom thing which was shipping/fandom and not staying in their own lanes (besides the obvious obnoxious exceptions).

And then when 3.3 leaks came out, Aglaea and Cipher turned out to have this really tragic and poignant history together, and me & other ppl were shipping it.... until it turned out Aglaea had know Cipher when the latter was a child & Aglaea was an adult + Aglaea raised her = they were a adopted mother daughter dynamic. I felt kind of embarrassed but after quickly moving on, giggling at myself, and examining it closer, I fell in love with their mother daughter relationship and how it was handled in 3.3. I can't even talk about it because then i'll start rambling lol. But then other ppl who assumed this would finally "be the proof" Hoyo was going back to their "yuri roots" (esp when Cerces and Mnestia are RIGHT THERE if you want that) and that Aglaea would finally be "confirmed lesbian" (not even gonna get into that) got angry and denied it to the point where they were looking at their interactions and lines such as "Your weave shop... I wish..... I could chance upon it again, just once.... Say something... Anything.... please" (Cipher was saying this to Aglaea in her final moments) as proof they were actually lovers and that no child would say that to their parent??? Especially when that's where Cipher AS A VISIBLE CHILD (there was a cutscene) met Aglaea who was A VISIBLE ADULT. And then they tried to excuse it by saying "oh there's a 1000 year time leap so it doesn't matter now" when they kept that dynamic since then and that's why Cipher calls back to that moment in the first place, she wants her mom. This wasn't one instance, the post had thousands of likes and many ppl share this sentiment (thankfully many called them out too).

Like.... have you people EVER had significant feelings for others that extended past romantic? Have you ever considered that to be possible? The concept has always been so foreign to me. Family, romantic, friendship, all have such importance that I could never try to scale them against each other. But these people seem like the first thing they do when they judge a relationship is to fit it into one of these categories depending on the weight.

I also find it so funny (in an ironic sense) that people use romance to simplify characters down to such stereotypical traits when instead it should add depth to them. Figuring out how their qualities work together, how they change as people, what parts of them stay the same, when other parts don't, and how they will stay in a relationship if they can at all. There's so much to uncover about characters if you put them in a situation, any tbh, so how this can turn into complete character flanderization is... kind of startling to me? (Speaking as a diehard ratiorine fan.... dude it's so bad)

And now that i've been looking, there are so many cases of shippers (wlm, wlw, mlm, doesn't matter, and my goodness all are completely obnoxious in their own circles and to each other) going into comment sections of nonshippers and spamming their own headcanons, or if someone calls them "besties" in their video (if they're unconfirmed) they'll be in the comments like "and they were roommates" and "history said they were best friends".

I was going to put a whole nother thing in about interpretation but this is already really long sooo. Yea. I just wanted to quickly share my thoughts because wow fandom can suck but i'm glad there's people like you who can call it out when it does

Oh, don't worry about the long rant, Anon, I don't mind reading it all.

Anywayss, to start, yes, I am aware of the annoyance I was causing to some people in this fandom, and for a while, even I doubted whether or not I wanted to be so "bothersome" instead of "staying in my own lane" as you said, which for me, is continue writing poems and musings. But after being bombarded with so many posts about Aventurine and Veritas being gae gae, and so many pornographic fan arts being labeled as masterpieces by the fandom, I decided to break my silence and thought "If these people can be so loud and proud promoting something so disgusting and wrong, then why can't I be just as loud and proud but promoting the truth instead?" — this was the only thing keeping me going, really. This, and the many people I've encountered agreeing with my posts and saying that I've expressed the very feelings they've wanted to express, but don't know how. And that makes me very happy. I may not be able to appeal to most, but I am content with whatever I can achieve.

For Cipher and Aglaea, I can't comment much since I have yet to go through 3.3, but I will say that, based on what you've given me, I'm not surprised. Shippers will say and do anything to everything just to "prove" their ship when there really isn't much proof at all. And while I understand the appeal of shipping (truly, I do, I've spent the majority of my childhood shipping Elsa and Jack Frost, Skye and Chase, and Sonic and Amy), sometimes all shippers do instead of just enjoying and having fun with the ship, as they claim to do, they instead shove their headcannons into everyone's throats and drag people into ship wars and make them choose, and proceed to attack them once that said person they've dragged into this mess disagree with what they want.

And also, that is the thing with some of these shippers, where they claim that Character A can't say this to Character B in a platonic manner when it obviously can? Cipher can say all those things to Aglaea as a child would say all those things to her mother, just as much as Phainon would say "It's a date, Mydeimos" to Mydei as an army veteran would say to his brother in arms after promising to meet each other again, alive, after the war. That is the beauty of HSR's writing; it's full of nuance and depth that a writer could only dream of making!

Character A can have significant feelings for Character B that aren't romantic. Character A can have significant feelings for Character B without necessarily wanting to marry and bed them. It's possible, all of it is possible because having these significant feelings for another person is natural and human! That's why we can have friends and lovers, and families at the same time! And they're all important. Very important.

For Cerces and Mnestia, I wouldn't necessarily call them "confirmed lesbians" or as Hoyo going back to their "yuri roots" mainly because I believe that Titans, much like Aeons, are not confined to the concrete or physical, but rather, they represent divine and abstract concepts, and the people following those concepts. And also because of the fact that, in Chinese culture, according to what I've read, they have a specialized term to refer to the divine beings they worship.

And well, I don't believe anyone in HSR is gay, nor should they only be known for their sexuality, and the reason why I think "queerness" apparently happens within stories is a mix of fan-service and self-projection. It's no secret that Hoyo knows their audience well and does things that satisfy their pre-existing fandom and appeal to potential customers simultaneously, and with the growing popularity of that community, I'm not surprised that Hoyo would join in and drop "hints" and "teases" in their own game as well. Personally, it really is just a marketing strategy to keep as many people as satisfied and attracted to their game as possible without triggering the censorship. And to be quite honest? I don't necessarily blame them for wanting to appeal to a bigger audience; the character trailers alone must've cost them a fortune to make, so of course they're going to find ways to earn back the money that they've spent.

I understand that my stance might be controversial and wouldn't be accepted well by many people, so I will leave it at that. However, if there are some of you who are interested in discussing more of this with me, please go to either my Inbox or message me personally and let us engage in a healthy debate — we are talking about differences in opinions, not personally attacking each other and I would like to keep it at that.

But anywayss, if you truly want to talk about interpretation, then don't hesitate to send me another ask in my inbox. This was a fun read, and I would love to hear more from you, all of you, actually.

I find enjoyment in hearing other people's thoughts and opinions and engaging in a healthy debate with them. But what truly makes me happy is, as I've said above is when I, apparently, express other people's thoughts in ways that they can't. An example would be what you said about me being able to call a fandom out when needed, Anon, and that is an honour for me, and I hope to create more of these analyses that will hopefully resonate and bring light to the unspoken thoughts of the people within my circle, in real life or online.

[demie90s]

More Than the Game

Las Vegas Aces x fem!reader

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Summary: A behind-the-scenes interview gives fans a raw glimpse into reader’s life—where she quietly reveals her past in a domestic abuse situation and how basketball became her only escape.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse, emotional vulnerability, found family, healing themes

Word count: ~ 0.3k

The camera clicks on. Lights hit. They ask if I’m ready, and I just nod. I’m in my Aces warmup, braids pulled back, no lashes, no glam—just me. Real me.

The interviewer asks the usual at first. Career highs. Favorite moments. What’s it like playing in Vegas. I answer like I’ve been trained to—tight, polished, short smiles. But then the producer cuts in. Says, “Let’s take a deeper look into who you are.” Says they want to show the real side of me. And I don’t know why… but I say okay.

The screen fades in again. My voice is quiet. “Basketball wasn’t just something I loved. It was something that saved me.”

A beat. Then it cuts to old photos—me in high school, skinny as hell, black hoodie, no smile.

“You’d never guess it now,” I say, watching myself on the playback, “but I used to spend every night figuring out how to survive until morning.”

I shift in my chair. “It started off small. A shove here. A scream there. But it became… everything. Every move I made was wrong. Every step I took too loud. Every friend too much. And I stayed. For a long time, I stayed. Because when you’re in it, it doesn’t feel like abuse—it just feels like life.”

The room’s quiet now. Even the crew stops moving.

“Basketball was the only thing that made me feel like I could breathe. It was the only place no one could touch me. When I stepped on the court, I wasn’t scared. I wasn’t small. I wasn’t somebody’s punching bag. I was me. I was loud. I was powerful.”

Cut to practice footage. Aja throwing me a lob. Jackie helping me stretch. Sydney slapping the back of my head and calling me “babyface menace.” Chelsea cracking up in the background.

“The Aces…they’re not just a team. They’re my family. Sydney makes everybody laugh until we forget what we were sad about. Aja feels like the big sister I always wanted—protective, but soft when you need her. Jackie don’t say much, but she always sits next to me when I look off. Jewell brings me books she think I’d like. Chelsea double checks I’ve eaten. And Tiff…Tiff’ll fight somebody on sight if they mess with me.”

The footage cuts to a moment from earlier in the season—me walking off the court after a rough game. Head low. Then Aja grabs me by the chin and lifts my head. She mouths something. I laugh through my tears.

“I used to think I was unlovable. Now I’m the loudest person in the locker room. I dance. I yell. I flirt. I live. I survived something that wanted to end me. And now? I’ve got a whole team of women who remind me, every damn day, that I’m not alone anymore.”

Final shot. Me holding a basketball. Looking right into the camera.

“You wanted the real me? There she is.”

Fade to black. Logo appears:

“Las Vegas Aces: More Than a Team.”

@xxsnowxx213 @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @zizi-bee-yapping @kaliblazin @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey

[mask4rah]

WLW soft morning sex

The morning sun poured lazy light across the sheets and I could feel her body breathing slow beside mine. She hadn’t stirred yet but I knew she was awake quiet in that way she gets when her thoughts are too loud

I slid my leg over her hips and straddled her thighs gently, pushing her onto her back without a word. Her eyes blinked open slowly, hazy, like she was still halfway in her dream. I leaned down and kissed her lips soft at first then deeper, tasting her breath, waking her up with warmth

“Good morning my love” I whispered against her mouth, brushing her hair back “Did you miss me in your sleep?”

She gave me a little noise half whine, half moan and I smiled, grinding my bare pussy against her thick, strong thigh. She was so warm beneath me, solid and still, like a grounding place I could press into

“You’re always so good for me in the mornings” I murmured, tracing her jaw with my lips “Let me use you a little. Just like this”

I started moving slow hips rolling against her thigh, wet already, sighing into her neck. She groaned, eyes fluttering as I kissed her again and again, deeper each time, my hand resting on her chest to keep her still

“You feel that baby? How wet I am just for you?” I whispered dragging my lips along her cheek, then down to her neck “Your thighs were made for me to ride”

She whimpered under me and I smiled guiding her leg just where I wanted it. I moved slow grinding myself down on her, slick against her skin, letting the friction build between my folds and her thigh. My hands stayed on her chest, soft and steady, holding her in place like a precious thing

“You don’t have to do anything” I told her gently, voice low but firm “Just lay there and let Mommy feel good. Let me show you how much I love you, how much I crave you”

She nodded, breath catching when I leaned down and kissed her again, this time deeper, tongue brushing hers while I moved against her harder. Her hands stayed down, obedient, like a good boy. My good boy.

“You make me feel so good puppy. Just like this. So strong for me, always… my perfect butch” I moaned into her mouth as my pace picked up, body pulsing against hers

Her thigh was soaked with my need, and I was close..so close and still I kept my mouth on hers, talking her through it, reminding her of how safe she was here, how wanted. She whimpered under me, her own hips twitching like she could feel it too

When I came, it was soft and slow grinding down hard with a moan in her mouth, holding her tight, thighs trembling. I stayed right there on top of her, kissing her lazily, stroking her chest, whispering through heavy breaths “You did so good for me, baby… didn’t even have to move. Just stayed there and let me use your perfect body. I love you so much”

And she exhaled deep and shaky finally soft under me, her body sinking into the mattress like she could finally breathe again

[brodygold]

The Perfect Wedding

“What do you mean he’s not coming, Barry!?”

“That’s what his text says, hon. Here, look.”

This was supposed to be the best day of our lives. Everything was leading up to today. First meeting Rachel at college, where we both studied mechanical engineering. Proposing on the two year anniversary of our first date, in the same restaurant, at the same table. Spending the next year meticulously planning every detail of the wedding: the perfect venue, the perfect catering, the perfect tux and wedding dress. I spent hours writing my vows, which were currently burning a hole in the pocket of my tuxedo pants. Everything had to be perfect.

So why in the world do I get a text from the wedding officiant, the pastor of our local church, 15 minutes before the ceremony starts saying he won’t be able to make it?

Rachel threw her hands up in frustration. “Ugh. Did he at least give a reason?”

I looked back at the text. “Nope. He just said ‘Sorry I won’t be able to make it bro.’” That confused me a little bit. Pastor Kenneth was a rather uptight old man. I didn’t think bro was even in his vocabulary.

I got pulled out of my thoughts with a strong tap on my shoulder.

Standing behind me was a man about our age, mid twenties I’d have to guess. He had deep dark brown hair with a golden streak in the front, combed neatly. His hazel eyes perfectly complemented his suit, and his gold tie was shiny and captivating, if a little casual for an elegant wedding like this.

“Are you two Barry and Rachel?”

“That’s us. Who are you?”

“Ken told me he was supposed to officiate your wedding today and feels bad that he won’t be able to, so I came in his place.”

I let out a sigh of relief, not even realizing he never introduced himself like I asked. The wedding proceeding as planned was great to hear. “That’s great. Thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it. I just want you two to be happy today. I know weddings are stressful, but I want you to try to relax, okay?

Surprisingly, I actually did feel more relaxed when he said that. I could tell Rachel was the same. She had an almost blank look on her face behind her smile. I didn’t think about that too much though, relaxing was more important.

The man continues. “That’s it. Just relax for me. Everything will be perfect in the end.” He looked down at his gold watch. “It looks like we should go. Everyone is waiting for the big event to begin.”

—————————————————————————

I won’t lie, I felt incredibly nervous standing at the alter, my best man at my side, waiting for what felt like an eternity for it to start. But the man’s words resonated with me. Just relax, everything will be perfect. I can do this.

It wasn’t long before my bride to be was walking slowly down the aisle, guided by her father. Mr. Johnston had an air of authority around him even now. Stiff, formal, looking down on the common folk. I pushed that thought aside to continue admiring the love of my life walking towards me, ready to begin our new life together.

The new officiant began his speech.

“We have gathered here today for a truly momentous occasion. To celebrate the union and bond of two lovers and make it official. To share memories and make plenty of new ones for the future.”

“Marriage isn’t just about love. It’s a transformation. Bringing people together to become something bigger than the individual. Trusting one another. In essence, a team.”

Pretty standard as far as speeches go so far. This man seems to know his stuff at least. I can feel myself getting calmer and calmer already, and Rachel seems to be feeling the same way.

“Just like on a team, those in a marriage can grow. If they put in the time and effort, they can stand at the top together. They can score every goal.”

That makes sense. Reminds me of how I met Raychel, actually. I knew as soon as I saw her on the intramural soccer team our first year of college that she was the one. We went to the gym together as often as we could and really grew, both physically and as a couple. Made finding a tux for the wedding difficult, but it was worth it.

“But with enough hard work and dedication, they can succeed at anything. Even if they’re not the brightest bulbs in the box, the heart is what matters most. Who needs brains?”

Exactly! Who needs brains, anyway? Just because Raymel and I barely got out of school don’t mean we can’t do good! I remember meeting her at the gym where we work. I love a girl who can keep up at the gym with me! It’s just too bad we don’t have time for sports besides a weekly pickup game.

“And I can tell these two have heart and passion. I’ve seen these two dominate on the field, in practice, and in the locker rooms and showers of course. They’ll tackle any challenge thrown at them, jump over every hurdle, work together as a cohesive unit. Isn’t that what marriage is all about?”

“And as it is Pride Month, we must also be thankful this marriage is allowed to happen. Celebrate the happy marriage of two muscled bros, for all those who can’t. Shine like GOLD.”

Cheers to that! I’ll dominate anyone on the field and in bed. Bro, chick, it don’t matter to me. But being with my hot stud Raymond is enough for me. My golden bro for life, he is. I don’t know enough words to describe it, bro. His golden kit shows off every feature, just like mine. We just had to wear them for the wedding!

“But I’ve been talking for long enough. I know you’re all spacing out, thinking about the gym, the gains, the bros, and the gold. Now if you two wish, you may give your wedding vows.”

I knew I had dun somethin’ for this, but when I pulled out the paper from my pocket, it was, like, weird. There were all these squiggly lines and loops instead of words. I can’t read that shit! I just tossed it and said what I needed to.

“Raymond, bro… Before I met you, I didn’t even know what I was missing. You were like my missing protein shake, my gym partner for life. Every time I see you, my heart does like, a full chest day.”

“I promise to always spot you—physically, emotionally, and like, spiritually or whatever. I’ll flex with you through good reps and bad sets. Whether we’re crushing goals or just chillin’ in the locker room of life, I’m your man.”

“From now on, it’s just you and me, bro… two pumped-up jocks with one big golden goal—forever.”

I could hear several whoops and hollers from the crowd, all our golden bros cheering us on. My best man Ross clapped me on the shoulder hard. Raymond looked almost embarrassed, his cheeks redder than they were last night as we went to town on each other. He started talking not long after though.

“Barry, dude… ever since you walked into my life, it’s been total gains. You make my heart beat faster than any cardio ever could, and I actually hate cardio, so that means a lot.”

“I vow to never skip leg day with you. I vow to oil your back when it gets too hard to reach. I vow to be your number-one fan in the stands and your strongest rival on the field—’cause iron sharpens iron, bro.”

“Together, we’re unstoppable. I don’t need a playbook, ‘cause I already know the only move I wanna run… is the one that ends with us, side by side, forever jocks, forever in love.”

Cap smiled as Ray finished. I’m so pumped he could… “o-fish-ate” for us or whatever. I know he told us this big word for this, but my dum brain forgot it already. I’ll have to ask him later at the party.

“With the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You two may kiss and pump chests.”

And we sure did, bro, to the excitement of the bros. Seeing them all standing in the room, their golden jerseys proudly on as always, showing how much they have our backs. I knew we had something awesome here. There’s be plenty of time to celebrate later, and even more back at the hotel room of course, but I just had one more thing I wanted first.

Another kiss from my new husband.

I knew this was gonna be fuckin’ perfect.

[littlestsheriff]

cg caitvi with a padded regressor

꒰ 🧺 ꒱ i've just recovered from 3 very difficult weeks with bladder problems, which started with bladder pain, infection and evolved into incontinence. it wasn't easy at all and i felt very bad when i started leaking, since i never had that, not even when i was little. i was very embarrassed to be padded, I felt dirty (evil thoughts in my head). they weren't diapers, they were more like pull ups (but totally white and more adult, boring). it was a complicated period, all because of stress. but now, i'm recovering and away from academic activities and taking time for myself and i've stopped the leaks and the pain !! but only now have i thought about doing these headcanons, after everything that's happened (apart from my "fanfics" that i create being their regressor)

this is completely self indulgent, made with my thoughts of caitvi being my fictional caregivers, so please, DON'T reblog/reply with "me, cait and vi", "they're my parents" or everything similar, this is about my own comfort, respect that

ⓘ DNI if ageplay, kink, anti-agere, bigots in general, hate, anti-padded agere, sexualize diaps / pull ups

cait and vi knows how much your regression means to you, so when you told them you wanted/needed to be padded, they supported you with open arms

they also know that might be a little embarrassed wanting/needing to be padded, so they always includes you on the process like grabbing the diaper/pull up, choosing the print, helping to throw the dirty one on the trash

cait's the one who mostly changes you. for her it's a intimate time between her and her kid. she loves showing how much she cares about you on the daily tasks, being extra gentle and caring. always giving tummy pats after finishing. but that doesn't mean that vi don't like changing you, but caitlyn prefers having this time with her little one.

accidents are not a problem for them, even if you only use diapers/pull ups for comfort. cait and vi will reassure you, giving extra comfort after changing. "oh baby, it was just an accident, dada and I are not mad at you, it happens"

if their kid wants to use the potty like a big kid, they would be more than happy to help. leading the kid to the bathroom, helping to use the potty and after washing their hands. and of course, a lot of praises (especially from vi) "good job kiddo! dada's so proud of you"

caitlyn loves making a hygiene routine to their kid, teaching them the importance of taking care of yourself.

vi always reminds you to take potty breaks everytime, even if you're padded, it's important to listen to your body (and no problem if you can't, she will understand)

cait and vi always reassure you about being padded, saying how cute you look, how safe and cozy you are.

vi always makes changing time be funny. she will make funny faces to you, tickle your tummy (or blow raspberrys too). changing time lasts longer when it's her time

[uzi-x33]

how both Dazai, kunikida, and tanizaki are all s/a victims because people seem to not get that.

Dazai. This is very obviously about the nurse scene. Dazai couldn’t have consented to what the nurse wanted due to drugs that were in his system. Probably coming off of anesthesia and having rounds of painkillers being pumped into his body. Also the nurse refused to let Dazai have his phone (probably on purpose) which as a nurse / doctor, you can’t to. That is illegal.

He said he “got permission from another DOCTOR.” Is the nurse a doctor?? No. She does not have the authority to refuse Dazai of phone privileges. This is fucking s/an and it’s very obvious. If someone is drugged they cannot give proper consent.

2. Kunikida. In the unknown origins light novel, this is said:

This is very obviously s/a. There’s teally nothing else to say except that people think Dazai s/a’d kunikida??? Which is just false info. Absolutely NO WHERE does it say that. But a woman forcing kunikida to drink so much that he woke up in her bedroom with no memories is s/a. No argument. But it’s NOT Dazai. It was some random woman.

3. Junichiro. Despite some people’s beliefs, yes junichiro is a victim. Every manga panel we see Naomi and junichiro together, he is extremely uncomfortable with Naomi. He’s sweating and you can see the uncomfortable feelings he has on his face, also this snippet from one of the light novels (i believe)

The wording of this phrase is VERY telling. “He managed to escape” shows VERY FUCKING CLEARLY that he is not comfortable with her at all. He still cares for her tho. She’s like a sister. (Despite it being revealed that she’s not his biological sister) which doesn’t make it ANY better. It’s tragic in a way. She clearly is using him for her own pleasure but junichiro is stuck. He’s stuck in this place of “I hate her” and “but I care about her” which can happen with victims believe it or not.

and of rant! Thank you for reading and I really hope this fandom starts taking s/a seriously because I’m going to get physically violent if not :3 anyways, as a victim myself, seeing people say “I wish I was the nurse” or “junichiro liked it” make me SO UNCOMFORTABLE AND DISGUSTED. Reminder: s/a is a complicated thing and even if the person didn’t explicitly say no, it can still be s/a. Anyway, thanks for reading, love u, have a great day ^_^ !!

[docholligay]

Takeaways from this afternoon's stream

Blondie's name is Havoc! Which led to realize something I should have picked up on way, way sooner: They're all named after war planes. Which, you know, way way early on, when she was introduced, I had the thought about Hawkeye, as in, 'i wonder if she was named after the Grumman Hawkeye" Doc, why would you know about an early warning plane? Good question. Because the predecessor to the Hawkeye was the E-1 Tracer, which you may recognize as being the callsign for our lord and savior Lena Oxton. So while I was reading up on the Tracer I learned about the Hawkeye. But I didn't think about the Mustang! I was too busy thinking about the car, and how hilarious a name "Roy Mustang" is. But when I was reminded of havoc's name, I was like, 'oooooooooh' so there we are.

I fucking love these episodes. I was pacing behind my desk while chatting about them.

I am still so mad about how perfectly done Roy's defeat was in 13. It works because it lets Ed win but it does not in ANY way job Roy to him. Roy has him. Roy is quicker and more clever. Ed admits to this. Roy just gets PTSD about it and has a second of hesitation. It deepens both of their characters so so much, and fuck am I angry about it.

THIS IS ACTUALLY FROM THE LAST STREAM: Having thought so much about Hawkeye and Roy and their severe interdependence, it is MUCH more notable to me now that Roy sees Ed and Al and IMMEDIATELY, IMMEDIATELY, is like, "Oh I recognize that." And uses it against Ed. "If you pull too hard on your leash I'm going to have your brother sent up to a lab to be picked the fuck apart. Try me." It's just more of Roy seeing his own weaknesses in Ed.

Speaking of Roy, which it seems I am physically incapable of stopping myself from doing, I am laughing at myself for not realizing it was him getting drunk and nearly eating his own gun after killing the Rockbells. I think I wanted it to be true too badly??? It does A LOT for Roy, and between that and how patchy the first 13 eps had been, and the occasional problem of anime sameface (which it should be noted this show does not have mostly, probably because it's all men) I just..wasn't sure? I don't know. Hilarious. thank you all for letting me work through it.

I love how when Roy is going off about how he loves dogs because they are unfailingly loyal and you can treat them like shit, Hawkeye is just reading her book in the back and completely fucking ignoring him.

uhhhhhh if I said anything in the stream remind me.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

open if you dare

let's take a sneak peak into the proposal, shall we?

sub!joe masterlist | joe burrow masterlist | main masterlist

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joe proposes to domme in the backyard of his childhood home in athens. during their third anniversary, joe checks in like, hey, do you still want to get married?

domme says yes. it may seem silly considering they've been looking at rings since year 2 of their relationship. but that's what those check ins are for. they're for the questions that can sometimes feel obvious because the most obvious things usually have something deeper under them.

if joe had anything to do with it, solo, he'd proposed just a few months after the conversation first came up, not a year and some change later. but domme wanted more time. she loves joe. but because the dominant/submissive aspect is still relatively young for them, she wanted to see how their conversations around marriage change with that dynamic more settled.

joe's loves her; he's in love her. wants to do that hard work. they're perfectly imperfect. joe's still at some times like a roommate during the season. he's like a ghost presence to domme though he still picks out her outfit occasionally. he still picks out the nail polish color for her at home pedicures. joe still shows up for things, but sometimes he's like home just long enough to greet her at the door when she gets back home, kiss her cheek, eat dinner and then disappears for the late evening/night. and it's not bad, it just takes intention.

she has to remind herself that they still have intentional time with each other which helps ease the ache after so much passive time they have together in the offseason. they work hard to still carve out the check ins for the relationship. it's better in person but at times for a really last resort they'll do them over facetime.

domme's getting better about taking a step back when it comes to joe. she's protective of him by design, by intention, by the divine cosmos. but the thing she has to balance is making sure it never feels like joe's being smothered, or being mothered. so she's careful about nagging. she'll still do things like putting sunscreen in his bag for practice. but if joe feels like it's starting to get too much, he'll take her aside, away from the laundry, dinner, dishes, whatever it is and so gently tell her, “can we talk?”

“yeah.”

“ive noticed some behaviors.” it’s never about her, just the actions and the perception. “i dont know how else to explain it, really. i know you care about me but recently i feel like it’s maybe crossing a line. can you explain to me if something’s going on?”

sometimes it’s things at work, things domme can’t control that are spiraling which makes her feel like she’s spiraling so she tries to find the things she can control and clings to them. sometimes that’s joe and sometimes being human is so messy. “i can understand how you feel. it is a little overbearing on my part.”

“i’m sorry about the sudden change to that report at work and how rushed you feel. im more than capable of taking care of myself and you do well too, but i can handle the small things, okay? i don’t think i need a shadow in the bathroom to put toothpaste on my brush, but should that ever change i will certainly let you know. trust me?”

the question is soft, joe wants to reassure that line, that the foundation of their relationship is still solid.

“yeah, i trust you. i’m sorry again.”

“we’ve got plenty of time and plenty of opportunities. thanks for hearing me out. now, let me take care of you, okay? you take care of me so well and I know you don’t need it, but i want to.”

there’s respect, care all intertwined in the way they converse. mindful but always direct. so that they can always remain solid, unshakeable.

joe understands wanting more time before getting married. it helps him that they talk about it frequently. once joe's made up his mind he's very much like go, go, go, go about it. but he can tell it's really important to domme that they talk about other things first (prenup, kids, wills, etc). so they talk it slow and the conversations ease the itch in joe because it feels like progress. like they're still moving forward.

he starts asking about six months before he proposes how she'd want to be proposed too. already knows it won’t be in public, but joe’s wondering if she wants something extravagant, or romantic.

“something small. with the people that matter. i’m not looking for anything big. anything you want?”

joe nods—thoughtful, chewing over the answer. but he kisses her cheek. “you. but i like small and private.”

but he immediately goes to his mother, asks for her help and robin’s thrilled, happily agrees to assist however he needs.

it all leads to dinner at his parents place, laughing around the dinner table. it’s easy conversation, passed plates, trips down memory lane. until joe suggests, “do you want to eat desert in the backyard, baby? supposed to be a clear night."

"yeah, that would be nice."

and it's all unsuspecting, domme and robin help clear the plates that joe and jimmy bring into the kitchen, a familiar bustle between them. robin breaks out the snickers salad, a grin bright over her face. there's a carton of ice cream that domme works at to get herself a bowl of. they're laughing.

but the second domme steps onto the deck, her breath leaves her. there's a river of rose petals that lead down the steps, they trail over the grass and the steps to joe, a small balloon arch the in the shape of a heart with fairy lights strung up, a soft yellow hue against the settled evening. the sky's not pitch black, but that deep almost purple and blue cast. just enough light to see, but the promise of the dark just behind it.

and just in front of her is joe, on one knee, the grin on his face wobbling just a little,

robin collects the spare bowl, "oh, don't leave him waiting, sweetheart," she laughs in a whisper behind domme.

and then she's down, takes the steps in a thunderous bolt, crosses the ten or so feet in just a few strides. she's reaching for his face before joe can even speak. "you're serious?" domme asks.

"you gotta let me ask first, baby." joe's laughter is wet, his hands are trembling just a little, most of him is calm, the practiced calm he's used to, but there's a part of him overrun at the bright smile on her face.

"my answer is yes."

"baby," joe laughs.

her eyes are watering, chest squeezing, "i'm not sorry."

"i'm not either. i've loved you long enough to know better than that. so maybe i don't need to ask, really. we've had three amazing years together, and then some, almost four. i don't need to count. i know i want every second with you. i want to wake up next to you until we're old, until they have to bury us next to each other. i want to marry you, want every up with you next to me. i want even the downs if they come with you next to me. if you'll have me."

"i want that too."

jimmy's shaky hands are recording the entire thing, every so often in the replay his sniffles are heard, the only sound from him but it's clear that the emotions have overtaken everyone.

just before the recording ends, a soft "so proud of you two," is whispered. "so very proud of y'all."

[rameiixo]

animation exercise with ayase !

[bixels]

Taking the current topic as an excuse to ask you to tell me all the reasons you love Rarijack. Your art for the ship is so sweet and intimate I'd love to hear any in depth thoughts you have.

Breathes in.

I think what makes their dynamic really strong is that they have opposing personalities but aligned values. It's deeper than just "opposites attract." Rarity's fancy, prissy, and femme while Applejack's modest, rough, and "masculine." But both value hard work (to the point of being workaholics), their families (both have guardianship over their little sisters), running successful businesses, and eventually each other. Their relationship can be boiled down to, "Despite our differences/disagreements, I still like you because we value the same things."

We see their relationship develop so much. In the first season, they can't stop bickering about surface-level differences. By season four, they still bicker, but will mend their relationship because they can't help but do nice things for each other. In Trade Ya, they start off arguing over personality differences (Applejack likes old junk and Rarity likes useless crap). Then they pivot and start arguing that they value their relationship more than the other. In the end, they mend things by sacrificing their needs and buying each other a gift. Even if they don't understand it, they know it'd make the other happy. And that's all that really matters. It's a genuinely sweet moment that shows how arguing can be healthy and necessary for relationships to strengthen.

We even see them dropping their hang-ups about each others' personalities. In Made in Manehattan, when Rarity runs off in dramatics about someone's fashion, AJ doesn't roll her eyes or scoff, she smiles. Oftentimes, their conflicts are very common domestic conflicts romantic couples face. Applejack's Day Off is about a woman's inability to balance work and life and find time to properly spend with her partner, causing her partner to feel neglected.

By season seven, they're actively participating in each others' interests. Any problems or conflicts that arise are dealt with, and they come out the other end stronger and closer. In Honest Apple, AJ pretty much spells out why their relationship works so well: even though she doesn't understand fashion, she can recognize and appreciate how much work it takes and wants to respect that. When she realizes her mistake in the episode, AJ goes above and beyond to fix things and apologize to Rarity. They care about each other so much.

The two go out of their way, sacrificing their personal desires and beliefs and doing things they normally wouldn't, to make the other happy. That's just love.

There's Simple Ways, where AJ gets stuck in an unwanted love triangle between Rarity and her hipster crush. And her frustration and anger can be so easily interpreted as AJ finding herself in a terrible position; the girl she loves wants another man, and that man wants her.

I dunno. I've always had a preference for opposites attract ships, but Rarijack's stuck with me like a brain worm because they have the perfect chemistry. The way they show they care, or do things for each other, I've always read it as the truest representation of romance in the show.

[faunandfloraas]

im so glad im not the only person that looks at seungmin and goes "❓tism❓" bc he is Way Too Relatable to me as a person w autism

yeah..... like I say it in jest but also..... well, yk. sometimes you notice something and you notice something and you notice something and you go Hmmmm

[patheticpat]

Told my girlfriend if she could guess who Loop actually was I’d divulge who the people helping the cast in my au and she fucking IMMEDIATELY guessed Siffrin, fuck my inter life lmfao

[lambilegs]

GUYSSSSS LOOK AT THE CUP MY FRIEND BOUGHT ME WHEN WE WENT OUT THIS SHIT BELONGS IN A MUSEUM LIKEEEEEE

[xxplastic-cubexx]

friend kayla very delicately asked me today when i first started drawing yaoi and i had to reflect on the fact it probably was avengers that started it all

[batfamfucker]

Appreciation post for 'girly girl' characters and/or shows that celebrate traditionally feminine things that girls and women are shamed for.

Characters on this list that love makeup, fashion, hair, etc. Characters that are still written as strong, intelligent, brave, etc. That told young girls that these interests are valid, they are not lesser interests. Being feminine and liking traditionally feminine things does not make them weak.