#i think about this interaction Constantly

[cheriladycl01]

I’ve been thinking…, god that’s never good - Lando Norris x Reader

Plot: Lando and you have been together for 5 years and he wants to take the next step in your relationship. He wants you to make him a girl dad.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, talks of having a baby, trying to get pregnant, squint and theres a breeding kink, sex, MINORS DNI 18+

You and Lando had been dating for many years. You'd met just as he got into F1 and had been with him since. You were an actor and met him when you'd been invited to the F1 Mclaren Garage with your mum.

You'd bumped into Lando and he said something funny about a film you were in that he'd obviously seen and you froze up. You had minimal interactions with people you're age as the films you'd been in had a very mature cast meaning you were constantly around people much older than you.

But now 5 years down the line, a ring on your finger with the promise of becoming Mr Norris when you both felt the time was right and having more friends your age thanks to Lando you were the happiest you'd ever been.

When you werent acting, you were travelling the world with your racing boyfriend and when you werent travelling you were cuddling, cozy in your Monaco home much like now.

"Mmmmm baby?" you hear your boyfriend whine. You were both cuddling on the sofa, the balcony doors open so that the gentle spring air washed over the pair of you. You fingers run through his curls as he stuffs his face further into your neck.

"Yeah?" you ask, gaze on the phone screen in front of you. You were mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, mostly seeing those 'restock my kitchen with me' videos that always managed to make you insanely jealous about people being able to live in such an organised way. With Lando's pre-prepped meals from his nutritionist there was just clear tubs overflowing with food already ready. Looked like one of those isles in a shop of ready meals if you were being honest.

"I've been thinking..." he says, lifting his head slightly to try make eye contact with you, feeling the shift in weight you look down at him seeing those gorgeous eyes that you couldnt ever refine to one colour but you just knew whatever colour it was, it was your favrioute.

"God, that's never good" you laugh lightly at your joke.

"Oh shushhhhh" he groans with a slight roll of his eyes that had you nudging him.

"So, what's this idea of yours. Come on tell me" you grin placing your phone down on the side table behind you holding your hands up to show that you were fully paying attention to him.

"I want you ... to make me a girl dad" he whispers eyes looking up at you. You turn to look at him in shock. It wasn't exactly something you and Lando had talked about in detail. Of course there were passing comments about wanting a family and what sort of time that would come.

"Where on earth has this come from!" you ask now feeling as though this conversation was going in a much more serious and a deeper way. You sat up a little straighter, pulling him up with you as you lean you back against the curled arm of the sofa.

"It's a build up of things. Keep seeing Max with the girls and then being around my neice more that she's older and Oliver feels she's old enough to come to the races... and anything online is directing me down, that path?" he says a little awkwardly at the end.

"What do you mean the media. Are people harrasing you at the weekend?" you ask, now a little worried that it's more of a pressure filled thing than a genuine want from him.

"No like, my tiktok just keeps giving me videos of like dad's with their children like teaching them how to swim or giving them their first taste of chocolate. Just ... got me thinking of what it would be like with you" he sighs, turning away now trying not to make eye contact with you.

Inwardly, Lando was really panicking now. He couldn't help but think he'd gone down a route you werent quiet ready for and that this was about to lead into a massive argument.

"Mmmm, so a few videos on tiktok and seeing your brothers baby has got you wanting one of your own huh?" you tease pulling him back to look at you in the face.

"If you are serious about this then so am i! But the wedding remains until after baby, i want them their in our photos! Oh it would be so cute don't you think, they could be the little ring bearer or flower girl!" you enthuse and Lando sighs.

"Better be flower girl!" he huffs out and you laugh.

"Lando Norris! I know full well you'd love to have a little boy!" you say slapping his shoulder which he shrugs as he looks up.

"So let me put a baby in you?" he smirks and your jaw drops open again.

How could he be so blunt.

"You're a menace why am i even agreeing to this. Suck with you for life was bad enough but god forbid we create a mini version of you to cause me all sorts of stress" you joke, latching your arms around his neck. He pulls you around so your sat on top of him upright while hes now laying back against the arm.

"But we're doing this? Yes?" he asks, seriousness all over his face.

"Yes! We are!" you smile and he pulls you closer. His lips mould with your, his grip on your hips comfortably tight. Just the perfect amount off fingers kneading into your sides, holding you close.

"Fuck, i - im hard already!" Lando admits, and with a testing roll you can feel that he's being honest.

"You know it might not happen this time right?" you laugh a little, breathy from the feeling of rocking against him and the sensation of his jeans against your covered clit.

"I'll fucking make it happen. Gonna fuck you until your so full that i know you're pregnant" he groans and you look down at him in shock.

"Guessing, this isn't gonna be quick then? Maybe i should tell my ma not to come over. Would be scandalous if she came over and found us trying to give her grandchildren" you say, a teasing glint on your face.

"Phone her right now, tell her were busy and ill take you to her tomorrow!" he says, eyes wide in panic thinking that you would actually be interrupted.

"I'm kidding. Now, take me to our bedroom we are not doing this on the sofa!" you say but before you know it you're whisked up in the arms of your lovers who's scrambling to the bedroom, attempting not to trip over any of the rouge pillows strewn out on the floor or the coffee tables jutting out slightly more than usual.

He get's to the bedroom and places you on the bed. With no hesitation he starts to pull of his shirt over his head and chucking it over in a random direction before he starts to pull down his sweat pants. He pauses seeing you arent moving to take off any of your clothes.

"Come on!!! We gotta get started!" he says, kneeling against the bed and he pulls you up so he can help you take your top off. He helps you lift your arms up while your in a fit of giggles, the desperate look on his face being too much for you to handle.

"God, you're work!" he laughs, as he starts to undo your bra, kissing along the edge of your shoulder as he fiddles with the back clasp. He pulls it off your chest, your nipples hardening from the cold air.

"Wanted this for a while now, should have brought it up sooner!" he groans looking at you. He pulls down his joggers so theyre resting on his hips and you can see the tent in his boxers. He pulls you closer so he's rutting against you both enjoying the friction of a little fabric. He ruts against you holding you close by the hips like a man desperate to be inside you. And he was desperate.

He wanted to touch everywhere, feel everywhere and be everywhere. Knowing that this moment right here, the decision you'd both made was exciting in it's own right.

"Need to be inside you now, cant wait" he said pulling himself out of his boxers. He did two pumps after spitting in his hand, not wanting to fuck about with any foreplay to get you more prepared. He wanted you as raw as it could get.

Not that it would matter as you were so wet from his words and light kisses from before that you knew he'd slip inside as if you were a glove covering a hand to warm him.

He pulls your underwear to one side a teasing finger entering just to test the water eliciting a gasp from you.

"Lando please!" you gasp, rocking closer to the edge of the bed. He lines himself up, holding your hips before he slowly molds his way in. You can feel all of him and it was a very new feeling for the both of you. You'd always used physical protection, as you never wanted the chance of any mistakes occurring even if you were on the pill. However now that you'd both had a somewhat formal conversation about this development and moving forward it was the first time either of you were feeling this with one another.

"Oh my god" Lando moans as he bottoms out, feeling you clench around him. His head knocks down into the crevice of your neck where you heads currently lolled back at the feeling.

"Please move" you gasp. The grip you had on his large bicep was strong and his arms weren't moving away from your waist because of that. He moves pulling all the way out before giving a deep and hard thrust into you, lurching your forward into him at the feeling.

"Fuck baby. Not gonna last long at all. Just wanna fill you up!" he groans as he starts to snap his hips back and forth moving your hips in momentum as loving whispers, gasps and moans roll of both your tongues.

True to Lando's words he didn't last long at all. He came inside you, his legs shaking as he collapses against you, your back lightly hitting the bed as your cuddle your legs around him.

"Do you recon i should stay inside so none of it slips out? Or i read this thing where woman lay down with their legs elevated against a wall. Maybe we should try that" he starts to ramble and you could only help but sigh happily at your all or nothing boyfriend. It was one of the first things you'd noticed about him and truly admired as it carried from his everday life into his career, making him the successful man he is today.

"Maybe we should just stay and cuddle like this for a little bit. Unless your not confident in your first go I'm more than happy for a round two" you grin and he smirks down at you.

"Bathroom?" he asks a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Bathroom" you confirm and he's sweeping you up. Still attached by the inside and walking you towards the shower.

After that, Lando wouldn't stop.

He became incredibly clingy and his already rather high libido seemed to sky rocket. The only way you could describe it was that you two were like bunnies.

Anywhere, Anytime he was down and you would just agree mindlessly as he was a hard person to say no to despite the potential embarrassment of Oscar catching you in his driver room or the air-steward knocking on the bathroom door of the plane.

And well doing that obviously worked out as after not even three weeks of holding that conversation you were showing ealry signs of pregnancy. You'd be throwing up and some of your favrioute foods needed to be binned, and finally the day came when you were a week late for your period.

Obviously Lando was the first person you told, aksing him to pick you up a test while he was out shopping.

He was bouncing off the walls when he came home in anticipation and clearly the man had no pateince and the minute you peed on the small stick he was asking what it said. You had to explain their was a wait time while you both sat on the edge of the bath.

After the longest five minutes of your life you lifted the test. Lando had the camera faced at the pair of you wanting to get your reaction for the family. You both look at it at the same time and a smile comes to your face seeing two lines.

"Two lines? What does that mean?" Lando questions a serious look in his face and your turn to look at him to check if his brain had been fried as you'd explained all this not even 5 minutes ago.

"Positive Lando! We're having a baby!" you grin up at him and his face goes from concentrated to excited. He lifts you up spinning you round before taking the stick off you and showing the camera.

"See that! WE did that! Baby Norris incoming!" he says before pulling you in for a soft kiss, rubbing your tummy that he couldnt wait to see change as it accommodated for your child.

"I - I love you so so much" Lando says tears in his eyes as he thinks about you and what you're giving him.

"I love you to Lando"

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[the-mountain-flower]

You were eternally grateful to the friend who suggested imagining a shield around yourself. It took a long time to get the hang of it, as you had to keep hold of the thought constantly or the shield would drop, but eventually it became like second nature to you, and could maintain your imaginary force field without even trying.

It's amazing, at first. No more accidental imaginary bullet wounds. Protection for when your niece declares "the floor is lava!" You can even reconnect with your friend who struggles with intrusive thoughts, a massive relief to you both. It doesn't fix all of your imaginary problems, but it sure as hell made your life much better.

You think it's great when it starts protecting you from real things, too. You notice it when it protects you from stepping on a rusty nail. It's especially clear when a bug falls onto you, but is stopped by the imaginary force field. It's a bit jarring when it keeps you from running into something, but it's better than walking face-first into a pole or hitting your elbow on the side of your desk. Sure, you have to adjust it when you actually do want to interact with something physically, but at this point, that's almost as easy to you as visualizing the shield in the first place.

Until one day, you can't put it back down.

"I can't eat real food anymore, I can't hug anyone, I can't use my phone, heck, I can't even do basic hygiene!" You tell your sibling in a frenzied panic, still in your pajamas, hair messy and teeth unbrushed. "I can't even change it's shape or size anymore! I don't know what's happening but I can't fix it!"

Your sibling gently reminds you of the breathing exercises your therapist recommended, and you do them, slowly bringing your heart rate down and slowing the rapid downward spiral in your mind.

"This may seem unrelated," your sibling asks, "but do you remember when your shield turned blue?"

"Um, no? It's kind of always been blue?" The faint glow of the shield around you has been a natural part of life for a long time now.

Your sibling shakes their head. "It hasn't. It's been as invisible as everything else imaginary that you've interacted with."

You freeze. They're right. Not even you could really see the imaginary. Visualize it, yes, but not see it.

"And even if it weren't," your sibling continues, "the fact that anyone else can see it probably should have been a warning sign. To be honest, I'm ashamed I didn't think of that sooner."

You'd thought of it before, had been surprised when someone else saw your shield for the first time. You just had a lot on your mind at the time, and didn't want to think about it on top of everything else.

"What are you getting at?" You ask, already suspecting the answer but desperately wishing you're wrong.

"I think... your shield isn't just imaginary anymore."

You're a 'chimerical being,' meaning imagined objects can interact with you physically. Pros: You can eat imaginary food and get the full benefits of eating real food. Cons: finger guns hurt like hell, and anyone can put you in an invisible box easily. And children… don't get me started.

[heartsiebyul]

Hii what about jamil and kalim (separate) having A HUGEE crush on gn!reader!!!💕💕

how Kalim and Jamil act when they have a huge crush on you.

featuring — Scarabia : Kalim : Jamil x reader.

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☀️ Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim having a huge crush is like being caught in a sunbeam that doesn’t let up.

He’s obsessed—in the most open way. Kalim doesn’t even try to hide it. He lights up like fireworks when he sees you. He waves from across the courtyard like it’s a royal parade, calling your name loudly and excitedly: “(name)!!! You look amazing today!!”

Gives you gifts. Constantly. From shiny jewelry to random things that made him think of you, Kalim just keeps giving. “This flower reminded me of your smile!” “These sweets are your favorite, right?” He’s like a love-struck puppy with a billion-dollar budget.

Physical affection central. He hugs you. A lot. If you even breathe near looking tired, his arms are already around you. If you seem upset? He grabs both your hands and looks at you with big, worried eyes. He doesn’t even realize how touchy he’s being until Jamil sighs in the background.

Talks about you constantly. To Jamil, to the other dorm members, to strangers at the market. “Oh, (name) would LOVE this color! Did you know they write poetry? They’re so cool—” And it never stops.

Would confess in a heartbeat… and maybe he already did by accident. He blurts out things like, “I think I love you—wait! I mean, I love hanging out with you! Haha! Unless... you’d want me to say that for real?”

🐍 Jamil Viper

Jamil having a huge crush is… complicated. And exasperating. For him, anyway.

Internally panicking 24/7. Jamil is the king of suppressing feelings, but you short-circuit that system every time you laugh, speak to him, or smile his way. He’s constantly clenching his jaw, muttering to himself under his breath like, “Why are they so... ugh.”

Steals glances like his life depends on it. He’ll act like he’s focused on his work, his food, anything but you—but his eyes always drift toward you. He memorizes how you style your hair, the way you tilt your head when you're curious, your laugh. And if someone else makes you laugh? He clicks his tongue and looks away.

Avoids you to protect his own sanity. He’ll make excuses not to be around you too much because he knows he’s dangerously close to slipping up and actually being vulnerable. His excuse to himself is always something like: “I can’t afford distractions.” But the way he lingers near your favorite spots around campus says otherwise.

Small acts of care, extremely subtle. You forgot your water bottle? Somehow, there’s one on your desk, chilled. You’re late to class? He somehow "happened to be passing by" and "reluctantly" walks you there. But he’ll grumble, “Don’t get used to it.”

Absolutely hates how much he likes you. But he also holds onto every interaction like treasure. When you say his name, he replays it later while pretending he’s not smiling.

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[revelboo]

I know you probably get a lot of asks but I just started watching Earthspark and I would LOVE to read more of your writing for Megatron (ur my favorite writer on here i love the way u portray the bots <3)

Aww thank you! 💕

Give Up/Give In Pt 19

ES Megatron x Reader

• It’s easy to fall into a routine with him, to lose track of time completely. Until it feels like it’s only the two of you, the rest of the world falling away. Watching him bent over his desk fiddling with something he’s spent the last week on, you wonder if you’re a house cat to him. He goes and brings back groceries for you so he keeps you fed, lets you sleep sprawled on him, and is constantly reaching for you. Touching your hair, rubbing a servo between your shoulder blades. You’re pretty sure that equals cat.

• Servos struggling with the tiny links, he wants to mass shift, but you always get excited when he does. Eager to interact with him close to your own size and he isn’t quite done. Doesn’t want you to see until it’s complete. And he’s painfully aware of how plain the piece is. That he doesn’t have the skill to make something ornate and even if he did, it’d still be his dull gray. That he’s not bright or flashy like some bots. Even his biolights are minimal and subdued, a marker meant to clearly separate him from the upper classes. Venting, he makes another careful weld.

• If he does just think you’re a house cat, that makes your crush on him even worse. And he glances over at you like he can feel you staring at him. “Hungry?” He asks and you shake your head. Imagining him shaking a box of cereal at you while going ‘psst psst.’ You’re absolutely his pet cat and your shoulders slump. But really, what do you expect? He can pick you up in one hand. You’re just a traumatized stray he found and adopted.

• You’re frowning up at him when he returns to his work, wondering if he should redo it. It’s done, but he doesn’t like it. Maybe he should attempt some sort of filigree, something more complicated. Prettier. Because what he’s made with his own hands isn’t good enough. The two winging, symmetrical designs reminiscent of the markings he’d worn as a gladiator. Wanted to see his markings on you, but you deserve better. “Can I see?” You ask and he grimaces, looking down at you. Just staring up at him curiously. Venting he bends and offers you his hands, lifting you up onto the workbench.

• “I made you something. If you want it?” He says, deep voice so uncertain it’s adorable and he mass shifts to join you. Holding still when he carefully lifts the tiny little pendants that almost form wings and drapes it around your neck. And the metal’s still warm from his handling as he secures it. Reaching up to touch it as he watches you, you wonder if it’s the alien robot equivalent of a collar with an ID tag. ‘I love it,’ you manage, smiling weakly and your breath catches when he smiles. A real, genuine smile that makes him seem younger as your chest aches. Knowing you’re so far beyond having just a crush. And that he doesn’t feel the same way about you, telling yourself it’s okay. That just being friends is enough.

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[lucydixon]

In your dreams

Summary: You and Eric are constantly competing for bookings at the shop. There's always been a playful, flirty back-and-forth in between the cut-throat streaks of competition, but the air seems to shift when you get a little bold.

There's gonna be a part 2 for this one

The bell above the door chimed, and your head snapped up at the same time as Erik’s. It was a woman who seemed only a little younger than the two of you, and she looked nervous and a bit pale.

“Hey, I want my lip pierced. Um- can anyone take a walk-in?” He was quick to nod and waved her over to his station, turning to give you a smug smirk for having beaten you to it. 

Only you didn’t look annoyed like you usually did. 

You looked perfectly calm and maybe even a little bit amused. 

Erik narrowed his eyes in suspicion and stood to grab the supplies he’d need while the woman fidgeted in the chair. 

“What's with you?” He asked lowly, pausing in front of your desk, “Your books are wide open all day, and you’re not gonna fight me on this?” 

“I’ve just got a feeling, is all.” You said, not looking up from your tablet, busy drawing out a design for an upcoming client. 

“A feeling?” He raised a brow 

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “Something good is coming, I just know it.” 

“It’s a Tuesday.” He reminded you. 

“Just go do your fucking piercing.” you waved him off dissmissively “Get out of my face, Campbell. Your bad vibes are fucking with my zen.” 

Erik huffed and went to gather what he needed before going back to his client. 

You let him take three walk-ins that day. 

Each time, he looked at you like you were crazy. 

You had yet to make a single dollar. If you kept this up, you’d be losing money, and he just didn’t understand why. 

He had a feeling that it had to do with you thinking that the universe was trying to tell you something. You were always going on about vibes and manifestation and he thought the whole thing was a crock of shit, which he didn’t hesitate to tell you every time you brought it up. 

Two hours before the shop closed, a very large, very muscular man walked in through the door, and you shot to your feet before Erik could even look up. 

“What can I do for ya, handsome?” 

“I can think of a thing or two,” The man looked you up and down and licked his lips. 

“Why don’t we start with why you’re here?” You shot back, eyes full of mirth. 

“Looking to get a chest piece.” He smirked, “Think you could handle that, sugar?” 

“Looks like I’d have a nice big canvas,” You winked, playing into it after seeing the way Erik stiffened out of the corner of your eye. “I’m sure I could manage, come on in.” 

Erik couldn’t deny the spark of annoyance he felt anytime he heard you flirting with customers, or anyone really. He was unwilling to admit to himself that it was jealousy deep in his chest.

For as long as the two of you had worked together, you’d had this constantly changing back and forth. Playful, then competitive and cutthroat, then back to flirting. He wouldn’t necessarily call you friends, but you weren’t just coworkers.

Right?

Sometimes, Erik found it hard to tell if there actually was something there or if you were being equally as flirtatious as you were with everyone else. He’d wonder sometimes if it was just your personality and that he was reading too far into the interactions you had that left him thinking about you for the rest of the night. 

He knew that he was going to have to stay late while you finished this juiced-up creep’s tattoo, and sighed to himself while watching from across the shop as you got set up.

He wasn’t about to leave you in there by yourself with him. 

Not after seeing the way he’d been leering at you the whole time. 

So, Erik settled in for what he was sure would be a few hours of gritting his teeth and listening to you flirt with your canvas while he tried to sketch out designs for the week ahead. 

He kept glancing over while you laughed at whatever the beefcake was saying to you. 

It was your fake laugh. 

He knew it well. 

Usually, you’d make a disgusted face in his direction when the customer wasn’t looking. 

But not today. 

For some reason, you didn’t glance in his direction even once. 

Weird. 

But then, your canvas started getting touchy with you. 

Rough, stubby fingers playing with your hair until you pulled away and offered a tight-lipped smile, a hand brushing over your shoulder while you sat there, hunched over his chest. He seemed far too comfortable touching you, and it had Erik white-knuckling the desk and gritting his teeth. 

Finally, you looked over at him. 

He mouthed a quick ‘what the fuck?’ while gesturing angrily to the man, silently offering to throw him out.

You were cool, calm, and collected, same as you always were when this kind of thing happened, and you shook your head tightly. 

Erik watched the man jerk in his seat, and you muttered something about the shading being the worst part. He knew that you were deliberately being heavy-handed and relaxed a little. 

The message was clear. You could take care of yourself. 

Still, he hung around waiting for you to finish. 

You’d stopped laughing, and he’d stopped joking. The slab of meat on your table was doing more wincing than he was breathing until you finished up and sat back in your seat, admiring your work. 

You wrapped him up and took his money without any pleasantries on either side, and he watched, amused, as the man rushed out of the shop with pink cheeks and bloodshot eyes. 

“It’s always the big ones that end up crying.” You shook your head with a soft smile as you counted out your money. “Feeling was right though, that four hundred in my pocket.” 

“Four hundred?” Erik squinted at you suspiciously. “No way. That was three hours, what about the chair for the day?” 

“Touchy assholes get the creep tax.” You shrugged, smirking mischievously. 

You tossed some bills in the register for rent and left a note for the owner. 

“Didn’t have to stick around.” 

“What?” He scoffed, gathering his belongings, looking almost offended. “You think I was gonna leave you in here alone with that guy?” 

“Most people would’ve.” You shrugged. 

“Yeah, well, most people are assholes.” He muttered. 

“You’re still an asshole.” You smiled sweetly, clearly teasing, “Careful, Campbell, or I might start thinking you’re sweet on me.” 

“In your dreams.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Oh, you’re in ‘em.” You winked while brushing past him. 

You loved watching him squirm when you said stuff like that. He always got a little flustered. 

“Yeah?” He chortled, “What am I doing in your dreams?” 

“Oh, you know.” You shrugged coyly, slinging your purse over your shoulder on your way to the door. “Wonderful things with your tongue, mostly.” 

He made a choking noise, but you were already out the door. 

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[icantchooze]

I really appreciate that you're willing to talk on this.

And again I'm all for people being and behaving however makes them most comfortable unless it causes or risks harm to others.

I'm not saying things in the head aren't real to the people experiencing them, I'm just saying that shouldn't get them anything different. I don't want religious people dictating what others should do either. Plenty of women have negative feelings about their own sex, usually this is due to deep internalized misogynistic views, the same goes for males and how they see women often influenced by pornography. The solution to this is real therapy, learning to get better and be happier with yourself. Unfortunately enable to do that society would have to recognize misogyny as real.

What you're talking about concerning people using "correct" facilities is based on a series of assumed things. A male who believes he is female and uses the female facilities isn't using the correct facilities because he's still male, no matter what he believes or how he changes himself. You could make an argument that a post op male be allowed to use the female facilities based on risk to himself in male facilities and reduced risk to others, I wouldn't agree with that but I see it as a valid argument.

I'm also glad you have more reasonable arguments than a lot of the trans community I see on here, not many people agree that trans women shouldn't be in female sports for example.

Your argument that trans women in women's spaces do no harm is based on a lack of information and respect for women's comfort. Most women don't want to share spaces with males first and foremost and if your argument is based on comfort, the feelings of all the women a trans identified male interacts with are worth more than just himself. The same goes safety. It is currently documented that trans identified males "trans women" commit the same amount and type of crime(particularly sexual crimes) as other males.

That means they are exactly as dangerous and should not be allowed in female spaces any more than any other male.

I think it would be a far better use of the trans communities time to advocate for trans restrooms and trans spaces instead of constantly trying to push into places that they are not welcome in.

They blocked me after this. This is the point I get when asking most trans advocates and then they block me. If you truly believe in this stuff shouldn't you have an answer to this pretty fundamental question that anyone who wants to know more is going to ask?

[galafanxy]

My brain is slowly cooking an angsty scenario where John simply gives up on Bucky.

John is constantly trying to get on his good side but Bucky seems to always be upset with him.

They're in the middle of combat , they are losing and John comes up with a plan that will get them out of there, Bucky doesn't agree. They get in this fight that leads to John, kinda heartbroken, to say something like “I know you hate me. Believe me when I tell you I have tried to do things better with you, Bucky. But you don't have to like me or even respect me to see I am right about this”.

Bucky is shocked because he doesn't really hate John, he's surprised by the other thinking like that but, at the same time it hits him, he hasn't really done anything to make John think he doesn't feel that way about him.

After that day the change is noticeable. John takes his distance, he does what he's told, he doesn't talk back, he doesn't protest. John doesn't interact with him like he does with the others.

John gives up trying to connect with Bucky.

It shouldn't bother Bucky, they are not exactly friends. They are not that close.

Except it does bother him and he doesn't know how to deal with it

[jjwolves]

Kinda of a weird ask so ignore if you want, but do you think you could write a hc about either dream BBQ ena or web series ena interacting with a real world reader's hair

YOU WANNA CUT MY HAIR ✂ꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀꕀ

What: 5 ENA X Reader Headcanons About Hair

Who: ENA from ENA (by Joel G)

How Much: ~1200 Words, ~6 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: None

Ever since you started dating ENA, she's taken it as express permission to per her hands all over you and begin investigation. Before, when you were just friends, she had been expressive, sure, but had carefully kept her distance as if worried that you may be unnerved by her. It was never mentioned, but a delicate space between you two was constantly maintained whenever near. Now, ever since your first kiss, it's like a dam had burst. ENA was always touching your face or bobbing one of your arms to the rhythm of a dance number that nobody had the translation key for. For her, holding your hand is an excuse to play with your digits and run a thumb over smooth nails as her tearful voice whispers to you. "I wish my skin was nice like this... Sniff. I'm just lemons and blocks..." You inform her that she's incredibly unique and that's a beauty of its own, bringing up a finger to wipe a tear from her blue side. She's kind of like some paintings you've seen. "I'll never understand why you feed me so well..."

Amidst her self-loathing, she splits her attention between the yellow hand playing with your fingers and the blue hand, now reaching up to stroke your hair in sorrowful adoration. "...Your hair is unfair, too. It's like urchin spindles, but it's soft and nice. Why can't I be an oxymoron?!" A little sleepy from the gentle comfort that a loving hand stroking your hair can bring, you tell her that she is a wonderful oxymoron. Any more of this and you won't be a very coherent source of emotional support. "Mm. It is really kind hair... Mine's low-tech garbage hair! Outdated!" Cartoonish streams of tears pour from ENA's blue side. Eyes half closed, you mumble that it's a very fun hair shape stylish in two different ways, and if she didn't like it, why didn't she get it cut? Damn, though, you were already seeing tessellations and hearing smooth jazz. That meant you were either falling asleep or ascending to Noir FM Radio with ENA's petting. You vaguely registered a curious static blip which sounded like a mode had been switched. ENA's chipper voice wormed its way into your ears as her gentle inspection of your hair continued. "Truly a pleasant sensation. You seem to be enjoying yourself as well, good love." You gave a low-energy hum as your favorite polygon gently wrapped a strand of your hair around a blue finger. Overlapping geometries completely overtook your vision and ENA's voice became music as you ascended.

Once you close your eyes, the shapes give way to the form of a room--a really weird one with moving walls and a warbly mirror, at least. You realize that you're holding ENA's hand. She gives you a confused look. "How curious. Did your hair always have teleportation properties?" No, not as far as you were aware. If so, you were seriously under-utilizing your abilities. ENA suddenly snaps her fingers. "Aha! I know the wizard behind this curtain. We had left the radio on when you let me perform my diagnosis on you. You must have ascended into the waves during our little inspection..." You blushed--ascending into a different dimension from someone touching your hair a little was seriously embarrassing. Were you this desperate?! "How flattering. No need to be embarrassed. I enjoy it quite a bit myself," she adds before you can wilt any further, tenderly brushing a strand out of your face. Your eyes drift past ENA and to the odd mirror at the front of the room, set behind three barber chairs. Before you can point it out, ENA already begins. "What an interesting coincidence! Say, you let me inspect your fibers, for which I am grateful, but perhaps you'd like to... touch mine as well?" Huh? You mean--yes. Yes, you would love to. You've always been curious about how it would feel outside of brief brushes with your hand or face.

ENA sits politely as you feel her... "hair". While you had suspected it in fleeting touches, being able to gently trace the shape of her lopsided hairstyle confirmed that it was not, in fact, hair as you knew it to be. Besides the floating ahoge which you hadn't properly inspected yet, her hair was a smooth, solid plane of what felt like some kind of light synthetic material. You could feel your much more organic hair begin to stand up from the static electricity buildup. ENA was facing away from you, but you could see her front just fine in the mirror on the wall. She looked rather melancholy. "I told you it was garbage hair. Can't run a hand through it, can't comb it, can't nothin'! It's fitting for a test tube loser baby like me! You don't have to touch it anymore, don't have to pretend..." She spontaneously curled into a ball and began crying tears which flew upwards and into the ceiling, causing spacetime ripples across all of the shapes which encompassed the mercurial room. This sorrow would not stand with you on the job. Sure, her hair had a very odd texture to it, but it was growing on you. You began gently straightening out the sides of her "full bob with a syntax error" cut, your fingers tracing its outline and dipping into the triangular groove at the very bottom. You stroked and straightened out the origami fold that made up her yellow side's short bob, eliciting a small, tearful voice from ENA. "Y-you don't hate it?" How could you hate it? It was her... It's just a shame that you couldn't really do anything with it. "...Could you cut it? Nobody's ever cut it before..." You suppose you could give it a try if it's what she wanted.

You scanned the table in front of the chair for something hair-cutting related, and procured some sort of wrench with little legs and teeth. A Barber's Helper. "If it's not too burdensome to request, I think I'd like all of my hair to be of joyous length." You asked if she meant that she wanted all of her hair to be short like her yellow side's. "Indeed!" You could probably manage that, hopefully. You took the Barber's Helper and it got to chewing through the odd synthetic material that composed ENA's hair, using your free hand to lift and angle her hair accordingly. "Mmm... That feels nice." Once the full chunk of her loose hair thumped onto the floor, you helped fold the freshly-shortened side into layers to emulate a bob-cut. You told her to open her eyes, at which point she gasped and stared into the mirror. "Wow... Thank you, dearest... I never looked so 'glass-half-full'!" A soft yellow hand squeezed yours as ENA's smile widened over the expanse of her blue. You thought the look suited her. "Oh, but do be careful of the Barber's Helper. It is still hungry." The tool snarled before climbing onto your face and shaving your eyebrows. "Don't fret! You're still breathtaking."

[earthsparked]

hello earthsparked!! it is Hot As Balls where I am (damn you global warming, making the highs higher and the lows lower), but it made me think about Sweat and how bots may react to it.

we already know of some bots who Don't Like Organics/Humans, which is Kind of Fair we are Icky and Sticky, yet it's really interesting to imagine how a species that cools itself using integrated vent systems would Think of Sweat. I mean, we are made of Mostly Fluids, most of which are constantly moving, but we LOSE some of it to cool ourselves!! that's kind of crazy because we also NEED that fluid to Hydrate!!

using Prime bots as examples, I think that the most grossed out of them are: Knock Out (obviously), Starscream (also obviously), Ratchet (he's half worried and half grossed out), Ultra Magnus (he's mostly worried + kind of grossed out), and Megatron, but only partially (he just doesn't care).

the ones that are Interested in Sweat (not like that) are: Shockwave (he needs to know How and Why we developed to sweat), Optimus (who appreciates that humans are a product of our environment), Airachnid (she likes that we sweat b/c of Fear), and Bumblebee/Smokescreen (Bee is worried but grateful that we have a way to cool ourselves off) (while Smokescreen is like "woah???? what that's so weird!!!)

anyways sorry for Long Ask! sorry if there's any typos or mistakes, making an ask on mobile kind of sucks :(

You're always good, don't ever apologize for long messages! <3 I'm happy for the interaction and always glad to see people having a good time and theorizing about things!

You know, I think they would almost certainly manufacture far more heat than our bodies do. Only, they have a system of actual coolant lines and fans, probably heat sinks where needed. Meanwhile we're stuck being little half-assed swamp coolers. (I joke but it's a really cool system. Pun intended.)

I think what would really upset some of them is how, when you get above a certain humidity level, our natural cooling systems just don't work anymore. When you're largely relying on evaporative cooling for internal temperature regulation, and nothing is evaporating, you're pretty much screwed unless you can change something about your environment. Add in higher-than-normal nighttime temperatures that don't drop enough to allow for temporary cooling, and it gets REAL bad. Been there, on my way there again this summer, so you have my sympathy.

You're absolutely right to mention it: this is a serious concern IRL with climate change. You can reach a point where if you don't have a way of cooling your surroundings, it's flat-out unsurvivable.

I think they'd understand the dangers of overheating pretty well, since that's something that could happen to them, too, if their systems fail or experience damage. But of course, they can just replace anything that melts. It's harder for us to replace damaged internal organs, which is what can happen with severe heat stroke.

What would be even worse than you being all sweaty? The moment when they realize you've stopped sweating. When you tip over the line from "sit in the shade and have some cool water" to "hopital."

The good news is: if mechs don't like you being sweaty, all they have to do is let you in their alt mode and crank the air conditioning. I bet they can blast you straight to frosty in ten seconds with their cooling systems. (Seriously that is a LOT of heat they must be putting out. They gotta have the sort of heat dispersal ability that you usually wouldn't find outside of a nuclear reactor. But that's just fun conjecture.)

They would at least make real nice shady areas. Park themselves somewhere real sunny with no shade, and quickly have a bunch of humans lounging in their shadow. Like a sunbeam for cats in reverse.

[scared-lantern]

goat :)

her name is Mar! she'd make a perfect vessel and goddess if she actually built a shrine and temple and actual interacted with her followers.

some backstory for Mar,

she was born in a herd by the sea, grew up and eventually had a child named Tar. When Tar is (maybe 3 4 ish???) her herd is attacked leaving Mar and Tar the only survivors, they survive in the wilderness for a few years until they are captured and kept in a dungeon, while there Tar gets very very ill and during feverish haze is stolen from their mother's arms (considering my last post, does this sounds familiar :) ) Mar, believing her child has been taken for execution eventually breaks out and goes to plan revenge for her daughter (when this happens, the heretics arent too concerned on finding her, an ill and starving greiving mother? she doesnt stand a chance in the wilds and will succumb quickly enough ((she doesnt :) )) However, on her way out she hears of a "Child Of Fortune" a blessed vessel chosen by the bishops that's just been transported to anchordeep for treatment. While Mar isn't entirely sure this is her child, she soon becomes convinced it is due to a description of her daughters hairstyle, two ponytails mimicking goat horns. She then spends months tracking her down and eventually finds her!! only, she finds her too late. Tar is being taken to the bishops for execution and is unable to save them before their beheading, with Mar dying from being stabbed in the heart (metaphorically and literally) not even a minute after,

unlike what the bishops planned, Mar was the last goat, and is now the vessel, and she is PISSED. it's a bloodbath with Mar managing to kill every single bishop in just under a month, receiving the moniker of "Beast" very quickly, her actions also lead to multiple casualties within her own following (most starved as she yknow, hasn't fed them or given them any of the resources she's gathered :/) aaaaand now she doesn't have anything left, she cult hates her and is terrified of her because of her neglect and cruelty, her daughter is still dead and would likely be terrified of her if she saw her now and she's still grieving. great.

that's kinda shit and things aren't going well until she's one day summoned into an intricate temple, venerating a small child with a familiar hairstyle and uncannily similar smile to Tar. she was initially very suspicious however when she hears this boy being referred to as the "child of fortune" she knows exactly what's she's looking at and goes " is anyone going to adopt that" a doesnt wait for an answer lol

Slight and Mars dynamic is soooo fun to think about, oughhhh I'm going crazy you don't understand they are all I've been thinking abt for the last like 3 weeks statight!!! in case it wasn't obvious (it's almost 4am I don't think I'm being coherent rn) Mar's daughter fulfils the same role slight does in his universe (making her his counterpart in the goats universe), the only difference is slight mother didn't escape the dungeon and died shortly after his extraction.(Mar is slights mothers counterpart in the goats universe) their relationship is so fun to think abt because both look at eachother and see a ghost staring back at them!!! both of them are so uncannily similar to his mother and her child respectively that they at times can trick themselves into thinking they are back with the person they miss most but because they are very much different people that delusion is frequently shattered and they don't quite know how to deal with that.

never mind how much more complicated thier relationship is due to both if them being newly ascended gods, slight by this point is in his crashout era. (slight had probably rescued leshy by this point and is in anura)

Needless to say he doesn't take being betrayed and closely after, killing his only family well and is currently a paranoid MESS, with his mind reading ability constantly active to search for betrayal before it can happen to him. and is nearly completely isolated from his cult other than special appearances, even with his disciples!!! and julna!!!! (who he'd usually never be seen without when at the cult) slight is very scared of anything with more power than himself, especially gods (considering literally every God he's ever met has used and betrayed him beforehand) but sees how similar Mar is to his own mother and cant quite help but respond to her in a similar manner which creates a Mess for him. And Mar is currently regretting her method of destruction for the old faith, she absolutely doesn't regret killing the bishops, but her method led to significantly more deaths and carnage than strictly necessary and the thought that Slight (and by extension Tar) would hate and fear her is kinnnda breaking her a teeny bit :p She sees slight and sees Tar instead, what Tar would have became if she hadn't been there and decides she HAS to look out for this boy instead (Mar pls help your cult is starving again-)

please ask me abt them i am So Normal abt them I swear

anyway more sketches of them all I love them pls help ok bye (I've yapped until the literal sun has came up omg)

[nightstars888]

Hector (HVAC) Imagine

Have to do this because I feel Very Normal about this cutie pie in the vents. Memorialize the brain worms. This is before full game release so I'm working off Demo info only.

Think about painting his nails. Settling next to his vent on a stepladder, sitting there quietly as he rambles his honeyed words. Hector loves to recite his poetry to you, as your gentle hands grasp his, clipping and buffing the nails before beginning. Direct contact is a bit much for the shy unit, causing his hands to tremble when you hold them. It makes painting his nails fairly tricky, and he is ever so quick to apologize if the polish was to smear. You get around the trembling by just holding one finger at a time, the most contact he can stand without fearing he might fritz out. He loves being able to feel your warmth directly, your skin touching his. Pining is one thing, but being able to interact with you directly...

His favourite part, is just after the coat is done. When you blow ever so gently on his fingers, causing a thrill to surge through his vents. Hector likes to imagine this is how you feel, every time he kicks on. This is the same shiver that ghosts along your spine in the summer, the same sigh that escapes your lungs in the winter.

He likes it best when you choose the glow in the dark colours, ones that shine brighter after he has his chats with you. They stick with him, long after the Dateviators charge runs out. Something to admire, and keep close to his heart. He's constantly torn between treasuring the work you do, and chipping them off purposefully, just to have a excuse for you to touch him again.

[lol-jackles]

https://www.tumblr.com/ienjoybeingahater/777733368614895616/dean-winchester-is-the-open-wound-in-the-body-that

Hi there. I hope you’re well.

When you have a minute, I’d love to see your thoughts on the post linked abive. I agree to an extent, especially about writers stealing Sam story lines and giving them to Dean. They use the example of Jack and the writers trying to force a bond between him and Dean, when Sam was obviously his parental figure. Though, I think Jack, as characterized, always saw Sam as his main parental figure. I’d also argue that they cut Sam's much deserved anger short in Season 9, so Dean could have a strop for a season and a half because he was pouting over the fact that Sam didn’t instantly forgive him for violating him with the Angel situation.

Anyway, I just wonder how much you agree with their point that Dean became central focus of SPN.

Dean definitely gut more screen time, but I still think Sam more often had the plot focus, only the late seasons did a shitty job of fleshing them out enough, like Sam being a leader vs a follower with the BMOL in Season 12.

Anyway, thanks for any thoughts you decide to share on this.

Link. Oh boy. I will start with that ienjoybeingahate is not wrong, but not for reasons they or you may think.

The OP appears to treat Dean as a co-lead protagonist or a deuteragonist, had he been one then yes his character arc would have been beyond frustrating. But he's not, he's a support protagonist because less than half of the stories revolve around him, more like 20%.  Dean does not have important stories separate to Sam’s, nor does he have his own supporting cast; most of Dean’s interaction with Cas and other supporting characters are not about him but rather about his reaction to their stories because the role of the support protagonist is not only to support the lead, but also support the side characters.

Yeah, Dean is unfair towards Sam but 1) that’s what brothers do, and most importantly 2) that’s what happens to main characters, they constantly get shitted on. One of the biggest reliefs in real life is realizing you’re not the main character. In The X Files, Mulder was called a loser even by the freaks and rarely given grace.  Xena was constantly reminded of the sins of her past in Warrior Princess.

OP's biggest gripe is that Dean doesn't change, and I admit I've on occasion complained about Dean’s defeatist attitude, a plot device that can get tiresome since season 5. Still, it was a plot device that usually works as part of Sam’s Hero Journey  arc. For example, from Sam’s point of view, Dean’s endless self-inflicted apathy is part of the long list of crappy-things-to-do-to-Sam.  In episode 13x05, Dean temporarily killing himself so he can go into the dead zone to find the bodies and free the souls, while a good idea (I guess???), was still a very crappy-thing-to-do-to-Sam as there was no discussion, just “here’s a needle give me five minutes being dead okay see you later.”  It’s been ongoing since season 2, so I don’t blame Sam in season 14 for thinking the Mal'ex magic box business is just the latest in a long string of events of Dean causing himself harm and then giving up at the first inconvenience.  Sam’s angry speech in episode 14x11 “Damaged Goods” was not only about Dean cutting Sam out of his plan with no discussion but also for giving up by using blind faith in fate as an excuse (“since when do we believe in fate?”).  Sam’s speech in episode 14x12 “Prophet and Loss” recounts their long history of defying fate and surviving literal and figurative hell because they had faith in themselves. Dean is forgiven for forgetting this lesson every season because the plot device kicks in just in time to give us some of Jared’s finest acting of Sam’s decade-long frustrations with Dean’s obstinance, causing him to breakdown and ask, “why don’t you believe in us?”, like a child asking why adults do stupid things when the adults should know better. 

Dean’s defeatist attitude is part of the determinism (Dean) vs free will (Sam) philosophy that ran through the series by Sam confronting and challenging the authority figures in his life: John Winchester, Dean Winchester, Lucifer, and then God. They all wanted Sam to be something he didn’t want to be - John’s solider, Dean’s companion, Lucifer’s vessel, and Chuck’s story.  Eventually, Sam acquiesced to their demands but on his own terms, he became a hunter to leave a legacy, became Dean’s partner to save him, became Lucifer’s vessel to save the world, became Chuck’s story to defeat him and bring free will into the world through Jack, a Nephilim he essentially raised and influenced. New God Jack’s perception of humanity is distilled down to, “When people have to be their best, they can be.”  Looking at Sam, Jack promised a hands-off approach but also people don’t need to pray or sacrifice to Him. Sam has tears in his eyes, he is after all losing a son.  But what Sam gained is his faith in himself. his trust in people and the greater good often gets thrown into his face, but Jack becomes the kinder, gentler God whose message is to trust in themselves, for that is where God resides.

Speaking of Jack, the Dean and Jack subplot happened because the writers were building up their relationship for the sole purpose of tearing it down when Jack accidentally kills Mary.  The problem was their relationship wasn’t developed organically because the writers needed a plot device. The writers can’t have Sam and Jack having a falling out, so it had to be Dean and Jack.  As I mentioned earlier, OP is not wrong but not for reasons they may think. Writers didn't "cater" toward Dean because of his fans, but because they were after their own residuals. Writers create new side characters and get residuals everytime their character appears in an episode. The easiest way for writers to give their characters more screentime is to have them interact with Dean because he’s the go-to character to support the supporting character. Helped that Dean is consistently written inconsistently, so Dean can be anything the writers want him to be when he supports their own character. Writers don't want their creations to interact with Sam because as the main character, it is the job of side characters to support Sam’s story. Once the support character’s job of revealing a side of Sam is done, they are usually killed off and there goes the writer's residuals.

Dean did not "destroy" Castiel by becoming an accessory to Dean on behalf of the Destiel shippers. Castiel was "destroyed" because he outlived his purpose after season 6 and Misha couldn't find a better job. Season 6 was Castiel’s best season in terms of character development because it made sense from his arcs in season 4 and 5.  Castiel as a villain actually makes sense because angels are lawful-evil assholes and despite Cas’s best attempts he can’t escape his nature, which is the point of Dean’s arguments about monsters. From season 7 onward, Cas became a plot-driven character instead of a character driving the plot. Stories shouldn’t move the characters like lifeless game pieces. It’s the characters that should move the story forward. The characters’ choices should impact the story and not be inconsequential. (My unpopular theories  here and here and here and a short version  here on why Misha was initially hired as a regular for season 5 & 6 and rehired again as a regular for season 9-11.)

OP's "From the very beginning, Sam had potential, potential for something beyond hunting, beyond the endless cycle of death and violence that consumed their lives. He had dreams, ambitions, and a future that should have been his"

Did OP not see the series finale "Carry On"? Sam left hunting and its endless cycle of death and violence and accomplish his primary goal that had kept him driven and move the story forward, attaining normal life. It was never about eradicating monsters to extinction or avenging his mother’s death.  Sure, Sam is very good at hunting and even became a leader, but they always made sure to show that Sam doesn’t have passion for the family business other than saving people’s lives.  Claire Novak shows way more enthusiasm for the job. 

OP's inability or refusal to see Sam as the main character may be colored by mistaking the character with the most POV as the main character. But as any Dean stans will tell you, Dean's POV means squat because Dean isn’t being talked about by other characters. Dean and his POV mainly revolve around Sam. To quote a casual observer I found on tumblr: Sam gets the larger story arcs in the show and Dean gets more of the “silly and fun” filler episodes.

Sam is dynamic character who went from a college student naive about the supernatural world, to becoming a skilled and effective hunter and then a leader and later a father figure to a future God, and finally a father with a family of his own.  Dean was essentially the same character from start to finish but that’s fine for a support-protagonist, in fact it was essential for the show’s formula.  Yes Dean is a supercool character because the jerk-with-heart-of-gold is practically a fail safe archtype.

"I’d also argue that they cut Sam's much deserved anger short in Season 9, so Dean could have a strop for a season and a half because he was pouting over the fact that Sam didn’t instantly forgive him for violating him with the Angel situation."

I semi-agree that Sam's anger was cut short. First, remember that Dean isn’t going to learn the same lesson each season, which was why he made Sam’s anger over the Gadreel possession about his (Dean) own issue and left Sam alone (with Cas in the bunker) to hunt down Gadreel… only to run into Cain got the Mark to, huh, kill Abaddon instead for some reason. That "reason" was Jensen's years long campaign for a Dean-centric storyline, which he got for season 10. That means the last half of season 9 was rewritten to set up Dean's "rare" storyline (Jensen's quote here ). I explained here why season 10 didn't work, the jist is because Supernatural was not set up to have Dean as the main character.

Back to Sam's anger, he told Dean the unvarnished truth: Dean didn’t want to be alone. This gets brought up again by Billie in season 11’s “Red Meat”, and in season 13’,’s “Advanced Thanatology” when Dean tells Billie that he’s dragging down Sam. Dean does have self-awareness but he can't live a life without Sam, so Sam has to give up just about everything so that Dean wouldn't be alone. In season 8, Dean gave his blessing and permission for Sam to return to the ordinary life he always wanted for himself but, you know, only after he (Dean) dies. Which is what Sam did in "Carry On".

In the end it was okay that Dean's character growth was minimal because he’s Han Solo, the comfort food of the series.  We don’t want mac & cheese to change. Dean is the awesome sauce but not the main course, which I explained in the “Support Protagonist” tag.

July 2015 Comic Con:

Interviewer:  Let’s talk about growth in Dean’s character. Jensen:  Or lack of growth?

Link.

[richonnefan50]

I want no demand more abbot/collins interactions in season 2. Judging from this cut scene from season 1 they have a playful teasing energy with each other . I just know all the females be drooling over Dr abbot and think he gorgeous and charming and most of his colleagues are aware and constantly tease him about it and he play into it 🤣

[maggeemoo]

omg you've captured her perfectly, unironically I love just her gentle smile talking to Yang like that

Also, yes she 100% has some anger issues. But where Yang has the issue of losing her temper, Cinder has the issue of being overly aware of just how irrational her anger is. She's so incredibly petty and angry, but she constantly holds herself back because she's aware that she's being irrational about it.

Her motivations are mostly just living up to the type of huntress that Summer was. And in doing that she's protective of Yang in a similar way that Yang is with Ruby in Canon. Think helicopter parent but they're really trying to not be, but just are so constantly worried that they default to being overprotective.

And the writing process is... going. Chapters 1-14 are already out, but I've been stuck for like a month now. I'm still very much writing it, I just sorta screwed myself with the pacing lol. (Chapters 1-14 all happen in the span of like... a week or two, barring 13 which is a flashback chapter.)

I'd be happy to post a link to the fic, and there's a lot more going on with it beyond just the Ruby-Cinder roleswap in it, but there's some tags in it that are... Well, I fully understand that some people don't want to interact with it over a specific tag. And that's fine, because I know that it's iffy for a lot of people. Regardless, I'd be happy to post a link, just figured that I'd put that preemptive warning out first.

I saw your art of the Neo-Pyrrha fusion I suggested, loved it. And now that you’re back I have yet another request of you. Not a fusion or anything but just… honestly it’s just me being a little selfish because I want to see a visual representation of a fic I’m writing lol.

And the idea: Team RWBY, but led by Yang’s older adopted stepsister… Cinder Rose.

For context, I’m currently working on a fic where Ruby and Cinder swap places roughly at birth. So Ruby is in Salem’s inner circle and Cinder was adopted by Summer and Tai before Ruby was even born.

Also if this is way too big an ask I fully get it, I just can’t contain my brain going haywire every time I think of my little goobs. Even just some feedback would be more than enough, I just love my goobs too much.

(P.S. the working title for the fic is “Ashen Rose Petals.” Anyway have a nice day!)

That's an awesome title! Sorry it took so long, I was charting characteristics that were intrinsically cinder vs nurtured traits. She'd have anger problems and an issue with being petty but it wouldn't be her driving motivations, I imagine.

Anyway, here's Huntress Cinder Rose.

I hope your writing process is going well

[shenzuul]

I hope it's obvious to anyone who reads my fic that I had this image open the whole time I was writing as my reference point.

POV: You are Sung Hyunjae, the most powerful, bored man in the world, and this, your first impression of a man everyone calls a shabby, pathetic washout, was the sexiest thing you ever saw in your life.

[elvisqueso]

Pocahontas (1995)

why did he say this.