#i want a job i want to work so badly why is nobody giving me one

[sojo-gatoru]

GIVE ME A JOB GIVE ME A JOB GIVE ME A JOB GIVE ME A JOOOOOOOOOOB!!!!!

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LNDS: Bongo Butts | 18+

I should be going to bed but I forgot to do laundry so here I am, writing more content that nobody asked for. Just like motorboating them...when I see them butts. Just. WHAM BAM. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Also hope you know I had to research different types of dump trucks for this fic.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: Ass Slapping, Crack Fic, Playing their asses like they're bongos, Zayne's lost sanity, Rafayel is scandalized as per usual, you mentally scar Raf, Xavier is confused as per usual, but is he confused?, he does get you back tho

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Xavier

Xavier really did need to be more careful around you. He was the one who wanted you to date him first, in your defense. He chose you. And you wouldn't let a single day go by that you didn't prove why that was a horrible decision on his end. At the very least, he could claim that he was never bored with you around.

Today was supposed to be a lazy day. You two had off from all missions and were relaxing around the apartment since it was too damn hot to actually go outside. It also happened to be laundry day for Xavier, so he was dressed in his workout attire while his uniforms were being deep cleaned from all the dirt that accumulated on them during his missions.

Those shorts. They were so damn short. You'd even call it slutty because hot damn. His ass was just right there. It was staring at you. Hypnotizing you like it was a snake charmer. Your hands were already twitching in a grabby motion as you stared directly at those perfectly rounded globes on his backside. His beautiful bubble butt.

Xavier could feel your stare burning into him as he looked over his shoulder. He was just sun bathing by the window, laying on his stomach. So vulnerable to your upcoming attack.

"Something you need?" Damn, he already sounded suspicious. It might've been by how you were practically drooling with your hands up, ready to grab at him. It was a slight give away. He should've been more prepared though, because you lunged at him in that moment.

He only had time to turn slightly when you pushed him back on his stomach, sitting on his back to pin him down. Your hands took a fistful of his ass before you began hitting them with little force. Just watching them jiggle with every little slap of your hands.

You were cackling like a maniac as you continued your assault until he managed to maneuver you off of him. You were laughing, your cheeks flushed as you almost teared up. His entire face was red as he stared at you in horror. Then you saw a flash in his eyes and you knew you were done for.

He grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. Then you felt a harsh slap at your ass, making you squeal. It was so much rougher than you had hit him. He stared at your back side and did it again.

"I can see why you found this so entertaining. I think I'll play with this for now."

"Unhand me you creatine!"

"I think not, if I let you go, who knows what else you'll do to me."

Zayne

Anyone who has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on Akso's best Cardiac Surgeon knew that one thing was a pure fact. He had an ass. His doctor's coat did a good job concealing it, but he couldn't wear it all the time. You had even noticed a few nurses who would glance down at him when he passed them in the hallway.

It was something you knew very well about Zayne, and something the man seemed oblivious to. The man didn't just have a dump truck as a rear end, it was a dump trailer. That shit could keep a family fed for an entire year. It was so perfect in every way. You could grab onto one cheek with both hands and you still wouldn't be able to capture the entire thing.

Yet for some reason, Zayne had no idea just how badly you needed his ass. You would often times find yourself staring at it when you hung out, had an appointment, or were just lounging at the apartments. It plagued your thoughts. You were losing sleep over this. It wasn't good for your health.

"Zayne..." You said as you relaxed on the couch next to him. You two were catching up on a TV show that you started well over a month ago but hadn't had time to really enjoy it.

"Yes, did you need something?" Oh how sweet he was, always looking out for you.

"Yes actually...can you lay down on your stomach for me? I wanna do something." You said, knowing that this man would do just about anything you asked. He eyed you for a moment, contemplating if he wanted to play this game with you.

"Might I inquire as to why?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out."

Zayne took one more moment before giving in. He adjusted his position, laying down on his stomach just as you had asked. You decided to be subtle, leaning over his form and placing your hands on his shoulders at first. You gently caressed the skin there, massaging the muscles through his shirt as you slowly made your way down to the small of his back.

There it was. The prize. The holy grail of all asses. It was ripe for the taking as you looked over to see Zayne's closed eyes as he relaxed under your touch. You didn't hesitate. Your hands slapping down on his ass and grabbing it roughly.

His eyes shot open as he looked over at you. You licked your lips as you began gently slapping the flesh, watching the bounce as though it were made of jelly. It was a sight to behold and you couldn't help yourself. You had seconds before Zayne reacted and pulled your grubby little hands off him.

So you leaned your head in and bit down. His pants managed to cushion him from the force of your bite, but he sure as hell felt it. He sat up and grabbed you under the arms like a cat, stopping you in your tracks as you stared at him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Playing with your nice ass."

"My butt is not a play thing."

You paused for a moment, eyes trailing down to the front of his pants, "If you aren't gonna let me slap your ass, can I play with your dick like it's a Bop-It?"

You watched Zayne go through five stages of grief. He sighed as he grabbed a blanket next to him, wrapping your entire body like a burrito so your limbs were no longer effective. He then sat back down on the couch with his legs open and placed you between, holding you tightly to his chest.

"I'm begging you, please be quiet for once and let's finish this show."

Rafayel

He should've known you were up to something if your gaze was anything to go off of. You had zeroed in on him the moment you had come over. Even during your little date as you two explored Linkon together, he knew something was up. Your not so subtle glances in his direction couldn't be considered innocent.

If only he knew why you were staring so hardcore. He had gotten a new pair of pants, or at least you assumed they were new. You were pretty sure you'd remember them with how good he looked at the moment. It was tight on him, accentuating his ass perfectly. You were pretty sure if you riled him it would also perfectly outline another aspect of him.

Still, you had a mission. Rafayel didn't know it yet, but the moment you had caught a glimpse of him this morning, you knew what had to be done. His muffins needed to be squished. His plump little cushions had to be properly admired and worshipped. You would be the one to happily give them the attention they deserved. An ass sculpted by the gods themselves were staring at you literally all day.

You closed the door to his home slowly, turning over to him. He was already heading to the living room. You slowly stalked behind him, and he could feel you were up to no good.

"Something caught your interest? I know I look good, but not even you normally stare at me this much."

"I just think you look particularly handsome today is all." As does his ass. You couldn't say that yet though, he would realize what your plans were if you verbalized it too early. Like a cat stalking a mouse, you followed him until he was in the living room. The moment he was by the couch you took action.

You rushed behind him and pressed down on the small of his back, making him stumble forward. He grabbed the edge of the couch, his body hunched over. Rafayel turned just in time to watch you drop down to your knees. Then he felt your hands harshly gripping his ass. Then the quick slaps in succession followed as you began laughing maniacally.

"Finally!" You said as you grabbed at them again. Rafayel finally reacted, rolling onto the couch to get away from your hands. You were practically panting as your hands twitched, "Come on Raf, lemme just squeeze em again."

"You are a psychopath." He said, hiding his ass from your view.

"I'm your psychopath though." Despite how horrified Rafayel looked, he was also amused by your antics. He grabbed at your arm, making you fall forward and your chest pressing against his own. His hands went to grab at your ass this time, squeezing them and laughing.

"You know, I think I'm seeing the appeal of this." He commented, his hands lazily hitting your ass cheeks like you had to him, although he was far more calm about it.

"See, it's amazing...now can I go back to playing with your butt? I wasn't done yet."

"I think not...although this has given me an idea. Do you mind if I paint your backside?"

"You wanna paint on my ass?"

"Perhaps."

"...I'll agree if you let me eat your-" Rafayel had never cut you off so quickly.

"Never mind."

The most accurate representation of what we're doing to these poor men. I will not be silenced. Their asses need to be slapped. And ate

[fulloffencekurooishotterthanyou]

Grocery Shopping.

Ft. Suna Rintarō

Notes: NSFW minors dni, fingering, car sex, afab reader, fluff at beginning, swearing, pet names

“rin,” you groan, as the crooked wheel of the trolley jams into the back of your heel for the millionth time. “drive the goddamn trolley straight, please.”

there’s a laugh. husky and low, belonging to the man you call your own.

“but, love,” he whines, that familiar drawl in his nonchalant tone as he pushes the trolley a little so you’re walking side by side. “it’s not my fault it’s wonky. you should take that up with someone who works here,”

you can’t help but roll your eyes at his teasing tone and instead decide to aim your focus at the apples that are cheaper than usual. the shine of the skin “a-peeling” as suna comments behind you.

you usually shop together, late at night like this when he doesn’t have training. it’s probably the only time when you’re not drowned in work or your boyfriend is building up his thighs like a god at the gym.

“doll, what else was on the list?” your lover’s voice is serious, as he stares at the aisle numbers in concentration. “why am i thinking of butter? did we even need butter?” your laugh resounds in his ear, as you explain it was bread, not butter. “ohhh, bread. gotcha. be back in a second.” he shoots you an award winning smile, before pushing the trolley to the bread aisle, almost looking too elated to be here with you at the supermarket.

“what’s gotten into him?” you mumble to yourself as you pick up other items on the mental list you made. when ten minutes have passed, and no rintarō has appeared for a suspicious amount of time, you walk down briskly, scanning each aisle.

“rin?” you call, scanning through every area, like a lookout team.

“darling, over here!” an excited voice rings out and you stop in your tracks, walking down the dangerously alluring sweets aisle.

“what are you doing?” you ask with a laugh, seeing wide and excited eyes gracing your boyfriend’s features.

“they have chūpets in stock!” his hands can’t seem to move any faster, as he looks through the different flavours.

“i’ve never seen you more excited, truly,” you say teasingly, as he gives you a pointed look.

“i get excited about plenty of things, hun. i’ve got no idea what you’re saying,”

��yeah? and how much are you willing to bet chūpets are better than sex?” you dare ask, wondering what his reply will be. there’s a beat of silence.

“fuck. that’s a hard question.” he replies, his face grim with indecisiveness. you laugh, playfully hitting his arm.

“you actually have to think about it?” i ask, as he places three packets of chūpets into the trolley. the two of you head to the self check out, scanning your items.

“i mean, both are good. very good,”

“but this is sex i’m talking about. you really believe jelly fruit sticks compare?” your banter is comfortable and flirtatious, as rintarō pushes the trolley to your car. as he unloads the bags, he hums in thought.

“chūpets are gifts from the gods themselves, love. i can’t argue with fact,” his voice clearly pokes fun at you, as he shuts the boot door with a firm hand.

“i’d argue they’re not as satisfying as a good blow job,”

“what? ‘cause of the same sucking motion?” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“suna rintarō!” you cry out, giving him a look of pure unadulterated shock. “you did not just say that!”

he shrugs, but the grin on his face is practically devilish. “did i?” he puts the trolley away with a satisfied look plastered over his features. “why? are you going to prove me wrong, angel?” at this, his voice is lower now; richly suave and so thick with desire, you might as well be bathing in honey.

“you’re a tease. a fucking tease, you know that?”

“mmm, i did, actually.” a gentle hand grasps your hip, as he pulls you in, closing all distance between you.

“we’re in the middle of a car park, rintarō,” you remind him, your lips severely close to his. shit, you want to kiss him so badly.

“it’s almost midnight, doll. nobody’s around to see us,” his lips graze yours, but only for a second. “besides, we gotta test that bet of ours,”

another kiss breaks the surface fleetingly, before you’re dragged into the back seats of the car, the door shutting firmly behind you.

“rin, it’s not more than a fifteen minute drive hom-” you don’t get to finish your sentence as you’re pulled under your boyfriend, his lips crashing against yours.

it takes you a minute to regain your breathing, only to lose it again, his hands in your hair, yours around his neck as he craves for more.

“i want you, darling. right here, right now.”

and you’d be a complete fool to deny him that.

“then take me,” you whisper into his mouth before you’re kissing again, his tongue finding his way into your mouth as his touches grow rougher.

“fuck.” he groans, peppering your neck with kisses as his hands trail down to the buttons of your pants. “let me taste you,” he pleads, untying the string of his sweats. “can i have you, baby? please?”

“yes,” you breathe, watching as his pants and boxers are discarded carelessly, his hands coming back to cup your cheeks. “you can have me, rin,”

he groans, a guttural sound as he lifts your legs over his shoulders in one fluid motion, kissing your inner thighs. “big claim to make, angel. i’m gonna make you feel so fucking good,”

his mouth seems to second that statement, as you whimper from the touch of his lips near your entrance. his tongue comes next, a sword against your shield, digging his way through to you with a muffled moan. “you taste so good, doll. always taste so good for me, don’t you?”

“fuck, rin!” you cry out, as a pale, slim finger penetrates your folds. “oh god, oh fuck-” you choke out, babbling mindlessly as his fingers are practically sucked in and out of your hole.

“not even the real thing yet, baby. already so responsive,” he hums, thrusting another finger inside. your moans only compel him to insert another, his movements gradually getting faster and rougher.

“i want you, rin,” you plead. “just give it to me already. stop teasing me,”

“sweetheart, i haven’t done anything of the kind,” he smiles, pulling out his wet fingers, licking them as he watches you. “but since you’re so insistent sex is better than my beloved chūpets, i guess i’ll give you what you want,”

a ragged gasp of air comes out of you as the tip starts to slowly sink in.

“ahh- rin, shit, you’re so- fuck! you’re big,” you ramble, thoughts simply unable to pass through you. rintarō continues his pursuit, delving in deeper, as he thrusts against your walls in an effort to derail you from coherency.

when he bottoms out, your cries are strangled as crescent moons crease his t-shirt, your grip on him, unrelenting.

“fuck, hun, you’re tight,” he hisses, his base reaching your skin as he begins to move, hard and fast. rintarō’s hips rock into yours, the wild bucking sensation almost too much as you moan wantonly.

“t-the car is shaking-” you manage to choke out, but it’s like your boyfriend doesn’t hear you, his relentless pursuit of breaking down your walls his only mission.

his cock fills you up so deeply, you can barely move as your pleas for more only seem to invigorate him to pound you harder.

each thrust is like a message, one that tells you that there’s no place either of you would rather be, but with each other. rintarō’s cock remains hard and swollen inside of you, his desperate grunts filling the car.

“release for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone the personification of velvet. “show me how good i make you feel,” each touch sends you ablaze, your whimpers music to rintarō’s ears as his skin dances over yours.

“r-rin!” you all but scream, the pleasure blinding as his cock slams into your walls, a sign of love as you moan. “i’m gonna… fucking hell, i’m gonna cum,”

“that it’s, darling. cum all over this fat dick for me, yeah?” rintarō smiles as his hard member urges to release. but he waits. suna rintarō can be patient when he wants to.

“close, ‘m close!” you sob, hips held in place by suna’s firm grip. “rin- hnngh~ rintarō!”

there’s a low chuckle from your boyfriend as he hits your g-spot more consistently. “go on. let it all out for me, doll. you know i’m good for it,”

you swear loudly, your voice shaky as you announce your climax again. the coil in your stomach tightens, and then releases all at once. “i’m cumming!” you groan, thighs trembling as rintarō pants from the overexertion.

“fuck, that feels so good. your cum feels so warm on my cock.” he whispers, the words so vulgar it makes you moan a little more. “wait, wait. quiet down for me,” he requests, and you bite your lip to hold your silence.

“you hear that, hun?” suna asks, his cum-soaked cock rubbing against your walls. the motion produces a series of audibly lewd noises, the squelch making you tense up on him, all over again.

you can’t handle it anymore, writhing with pleasure as your lover pulls out, his cock covered with your fluids. “where should i cum, baby? tell me where i should, we wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” his tone is sly, like he wanted this all along. you can barely answer as his seed squirts all over your bare stomach, as he kisses you deeply. you press your lips back hungrily, tongues finding their way to meet each other’s as your shared moans echo in the backseats.

“better than sex?” you choke out now, your back limp against the car seat as you both pant heavily. there is a moment of quiet, aside from the jagged breathing before suna quips.

“yeah, maybe,” your boyfriends winks. “i’m playing with you, doll. sex is always better,”

“i fucking told you so,” you groan as he laughs, the sound resonating in your ear as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind it.

“let’s go home. i’m not finished with you yet.” suna says with a cheeky smile.

“i didn’t think you’d be,” you say sarcastically as he sits you up, cleaning the sticky mess with a tissue.

“what can i say, love? i’m a man with very specific needs,”

you can’t help but laugh. “is that right?”

“only the facts,” he replies, meeting his lips with yours for another kiss. “i love you, darling.”

“i love you too, rin.”

first full smut fic ‼️ i hope this isn’t just a bunch of tomfoolery 😵‍💫

banner credits: @cafekitsune <3

[wannabanauthor]

Thanks to Tim Minear’s shitty writing we are forced to figure out why Buck and Tommy never talked about the future of their relationship during the six months they were together.

So here’s my half-baked theory to go along with said shitty writing; Tommy was so swept up in it that time passed quickly, and before he knew it, he was falling in love. But Buck’s move-in request snapped him back to reality.

We know and saw how much Tommy liked Buck, being the doting boyfriend who romanced the hell out of Buck. He was in it.

But maybe in the back of his mind, his fear of just being Buck’s first and not last was always there. Even after he gave Buck a second chance. And before he did, he seemed genuinely happy to see him at the coffee place.

He was enjoying his time with Buck so much that it didn’t really occur to him to have the future conversation, but that deleted scene with Henren makes it a little more complicated and hard to understand what they had discussed as far as the future of their relationship. Tommy said they were taking things very slow, but that Buck set the pace, and he was trying to keep up.

So they did have some talk at some point, but 8x06 just unravels all of that.

See? I can’t even explain it away like I did with the breakup. It’s just not a consistent narrative. That episode really did the worst way of breaking them up. Fanfic writers have written better BuckTommy breakups than the folks who get paid to do it.

I’m so confused as to how Tommy went from “it’s our six month anniversary” and having regular sleepovers with Buck without needing to bring anything but himself to him not wanting to move in to avoid getting his heart broken.

All their scenes and conversations before 8x06 don’t mesh with 8x06. The math isn’t mathing, They dropped the ball on crafting the breakup. It was stupid, half-assed, lazy, and inconsistent with their previous narrative.

It’s giving: let’s hurt our viewers for the sake of shock value

Which is so fucking stupid because way more successful shows haven’t even pulled that off well because the audience grows tired of it and no longer wants to get attached to characters. You don’t want your audience to become apathetic.

Every romance writer knows that the breakup needs to be crafted from seeds sprinkled early into the relationship and then surface for the breakup, but then they work on things and get back together. The breakup has to make sense. Miscommunication is a hated trope in romance. Also creating conflict from nowhere and retconning characters’ pasts to lead to the breakup is so fucking stupid. Nobody likes that. It doesn’t make sense unless you want the couple to break up for good, but even then, it’s still bad writing.

So in this rambling essay, I tried to figure out why Tommy and Buck never had a conversation about their future only to realize they kind of did, so 8x06 is still the odd episode.

It didn’t even have to be a badly written breakup. Because there’s one thing that people hate more than breakups: breakups that rely on never mentioned issues to fuel it

If you’re going to do something, don’t do it badly. Especially when it comes to me engaging with fiction. You can write anything you want, but if you’re a bad writer, I don’t fuck with you anymore.

Just like I don’t like it when criminals are stupid. Like that lady who robbed a convenience store when it was closed but also submitted a job application during the robbery.

Tim Minear, you are as stupid as that woman. Do better. You have all this white male privilege and you still suck at your job.

[sigynsilica]

Conservatives be like "tHey'Re tRyiNg tO dEcOnStrUcT tHe fAmiLy uNiT"

Yes. Exactly. That is exactly my goal in life.

Then they be like "wElL yOu mUsT wAnT tHe wOrLd tO bE fUlL oF siNgLe pAreNtS"

No

You think it's LESS family I want? You have it backwards. It's MORE.

Let me explain.

One of the most integral parts of humanity is community. Humans are pack animals. We do better in groups, physically, mentally, and spiritually. Everything humans have accomplished, they did via teamwork.

This is a leading reason why I'm a socialist, because Capitalism is, by definition, the advancement of the individual over the collective. That's a concept that goes against human nature. Capitalism gives credit to one person for what a team of people did, and allows that one person to decide for themself what portions of the benefits of creating something goes to who. This despite the fact that the creation would not and could not be possible without the whole team of people. Even if one person creates one thing, they could not do it without materials harvested or tools invented or concepts thought of by someone else. Somewhere down the line, someone was pushing the buttons.

It's a very isolationist way of thinking, to claim that a CEO deserves more money for producing a product than the assembly line workers who actually made the thing.

This mindset has then been projected onto basically every single aspect of American life. (I can't speak for other countries because I've never been anywhere else)

People are their own human, and that means they can't ask for help. Collaboration is a myth, and the credit for anything really only goes to the head of the endeavor.

Enter the nuclear family.

One mom, one dad, and an assortment of children. The mom stays home and raises the kiddos and cleans the house and makes sure everyone has clean underwear and also finds time for sanity somewhere, while the dad works his butt off at a crappy corporate hellhole of a job. Add in some fundamental Christianity, because America Is A Christian Nation apparently, and you have pressure to homeschool. This only further enforces the isolation, the individual, the Doing Everything By Yourself as the only way to go.

This is why so many conservatives and fundamentalists like the Duggars so much. Think of it! Twenty homeschooled fundamentalist Baptist children, all raised to believe in God, while the dad does Politics and Mission Stuff at the church and the mom homeschools All of them.

And of course you have friends, right? But woe upon thee if your house isn't spick-and-span or the children are being disruptive when they come over. They can't see your mess. They can't see your imperfections. Nobody actually goes to their neighbors to ask for a cup of sugar. You should buy your own sugar. Jeez.

In this mindset and mentality, if your children are "unruly", that reflects badly on you as a parent. Your children are seen as an extension of yourself, and if you don't have everything in your life put together, you're getting judged by randos in the grocery store, now. If both parents need to work, just send your kid to the local daycare. What's that? You can't afford daycare? Hire a babysitter. What's that? You can't afford a babysitter? Hm. More judgement. Get the kid's granny to watch them or something.

So here's the facts. The more adults a child has in their life who show them support and are a safe environment for the child, the more the child will be likely to succeed in their adult life.

And by that definition, yes. I want to destroy the family unit. I want it gone.

The notion that if the two people who were directly responsible for the child's existence can't adequately provide for their child, that's it's a moral failing on their part? That's bullshit. I want it gone. If you need help raising a child, so does everyone else, and it should be socially okay to reach out to a trusted member of your community for help. It should also be socially okay for someone who you trust to want to care for a child with no financial compensation. Children are delightful.

Taking care of a child is hard work. Someone has to be on call 100% of the time for at least the first ten years of that kid's life.

Of course, in making the decision to have children, a parent should consider their capability of caring for the kid. But it shouldn't be their capability of caring for a kid ALONE. No one should have to raise a child alone.

Every parent should have a full support system to fall back on. Every person, let alone parent, should have a community of people who would be willing to help care for other people in their community, especially vulnerable people in that community, like children.

This is what I mean when I say I do want to destroy the family unit. I don't want any child to have to grow up in an environment where the only people who feel responsible for their safety are their parents.

Of course parents are responsible for a kid's safety, more than any other people on the planet, because the parents were the ones who chose to bring the kid into the world.

But they are not the only ones. They should not be alone. There should be no more talk of "well, your parents ought to teach you how to behave," because children learn from everything and everyone around them. You can't stop that. Not even if you try.

The thing is, parents should not, and cannot be the ultimate authority on life for their kids. My parents tried, while simultaneously insisting they weren't perfect, but if you grow up thinking only two people who are Biblically one person are the only ones who are right about things, you're going to have a lot of unlearning to do, no matter who those people are.

Humans, all of us, have a responsibility to look out for each other. Community is our greatest strength, and it's founded on the principle of all of us in a community having each other's backs.

So no more Two Heterosexual People being an island and a solitary beacon of what a family is supposed to be. A family is a community, and we all look out for each other. We all make sure we're safe and we have what we need to live. And we all teach each other things about how the world is.

[canonically47]

i think the reason change is so scary to us is because we just realized it happens. because our parents and grandparents never told us how different their childhoods were. because only now do we realize the next generation grows differently. because we’ll have had nap time in kindergarten while they wanted to watch youtube. because we’ll have been scarred by FNAF and MLP videos while their brains will have rotted to youtube shorts. we finally see what the internet can be and how it damages our youth from birth and it terrifies us. it terrifies us because they’re not the same as us.

so we hate them. we hate gen alpha. we hate millenials and gen x. we hate everyone. we hate the birds that no longer sing for us in the morning. we hate the teachers that give us homework instead of early recess. we hate our friends who developed earlier than us and started talking about relationships and trends while we’re still stuck in our beds thinking back to when we watched our first matpat video.

so we hate the change. we hate that markiplier and dantdm and jacksepticeye are not a pinacle of gen alpha’s childhood. we hate that they’re younger than us and throwing it away. we hate that we’re all collectively glued to our phones and nobody can do anything about it.

my god, we hate it. we’ll finish high school and college one day. we’ll have to live our lives. how do we find a job? how will we find a house? in this economy, is it even possible? and when we want to create art but it doesn’t pay the bills, how badly will we lash out? how much will we scream at the children to not waste their youth? how much will we hate the seven-year-olds at sephora? we’ll wish to have what they do when they wish to have what we do.

and we’ll never go down a slide again, but neither will they, so it kills us inside. and we’ll never build with blocks again, but neither will they, so it kills us inside. and we’ll always see our differences and blame anyone but ourselves for them.

oh universe, why must we mature? why must we realize it now that our time is limited? why must we work and slave when all we want to do is have fun and create? why is life about pain and not endless joy? why does nobody but ourselves see it? why does nobody talk about it?

oh, universe, you have forsaken me. you have abandoned me. you are cruel and i am cold. i’m rotting now, if you even care.

the change is scary.

[cry4vin]

may I request some hc’s for fem ! reader being in a poly relationship with villain ! izuku, katsuki and todoroki <3

Of course!! Sorry this took me a while, it came to me in pieces. But I hope you enjoy!!!!

✧ Katsuki was first.

✧ He had been cleaning up after some of Izuku's men, as he usually did when a job got dirty and nobody else wanted to do anything about it. 

✧ After assessing the situation at hand, he began to make his rounds through the area, making sure there was no unnecessary casualties. They were villains but they had a few morals. While walking down past an alleyway, he heard your weak whimpers and soft cries, he immediately knew you were way different from their current target just by the sounds of your cries. 

✧ It only took Katsuki a few seconds to beat the bastard down when he realized you were being harassed. You’d been pretty shaken up from the guy's actions so Katsuki didn’t blame you for trying to keep your head down when you thanked him, but he did manage to catch a glimpse of your eyes, a glimpse he wouldn’t be able to shake from his mind. 

✧ And he really couldn’t. He tried, he really did, but every time he tried to rid his mind of the thought of you, his pants would tighten up around him. He was only able to take care of the problem when he was alone, but trust me, he was still anything but quiet. 

✧ Then, Izuku finally caught word of the incident.

✧ Izuku wasn’t the type to get caught up in drama going on in the “workplace”, but when one of his men came in badly beaten and swearing up and down he’s quitting, he just needed to know what he did to get fucked up that badly.

✧ Hearing that Katsuki was the one to deal the damage didn’t surprise Izuku, but hearing that it was over a girl definitely caught his attention, so much so that he felt he needed to confront Katsuki himself about this. Yet, Katsuki didn’t give him much to work with, he wanted you for himself too, remember?

✧ Izuku was good at digging around, he knew the city and most of its people like the back of his hand, so it didn’t take long to find you or figure out your daily whereabouts. The issue at hand had been how would he approach you without being creepy?

✧ When he did eventually think up a plan and apologize for the bastards behavior, he asked if you wanted any money as compensation for emotional distress, maybe a few hundred dollar gift cards to your favorite stores, and if not that then maybe his personal credit cards, or roses and chocolate. Seriously, he was so smitten with you at first glance that he told himself if you asked him for all his money at that moment he would have given it to you. 

✧ Not only just his money, or expensive gifts, but his children too. Those few women out there that were lucky enough to know of him would beg and whine for him to give them a chance, proving that they could fit the role of his wife. But a few words exchanged between the two of you secure your spot. He’d become so confident that he would win you over, he wasn’t even worried about the chase anymore, just how quickly he’d put you in a mating press, pushing loads of cum back into you while you begged for him to fuck you more

✧ Shoto was different. 

✧ Anyone who knew Shoto knew it’s not like him to mess with someone else’s relationship, he didn’t care much for relationships anyway, until he had stumbled upon you and Izuku enjoying a private, outdoor dinner. 

✧ Again, he himself knew that he wasn’t the type to get involved with someone else’s partner, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him right?

✧ And that is how you found yourself ending every date with Izuku by pretending to leave, only to make a rather large U-turn to Shotos area of the house. 

✧ Now, you also knew that you weren’t the type to cheat. It was an immoral, unexcusable, and unforgivable thing to do. Yet, why did it always feel better getting fucked by your date’s best friend in the same house they share, moaning louder with each footstep that passes by, the excitement building in your system at the thought that it could be Izuku walking by. 

✧ But, you also knew that if Izuku found out you had been cheating on him, he wouldn’t take it lightly. I mean, how could he? He’s known you for barely a week and already confessed his love for you at least once a day. You weren’t ready to see what he was capable of if he were to get hurt by the thought of you and both his friends.

✧ Yes, both of them, because when Shoto doesn’t pull you to his room, the other one does. “The other one” was also the one to claim your virginity. You’d come back with Izuku from the late first date and Katsuki couldn’t resist the temptation he had to talk to you. So when Izuku coincidentally got an alert of another plan gone wrong and had to leave, Katsuki wasted no time building a conversation with you that eventually led you back to his bed.

✧ Juggling the boys wasn’t as much fun anymore, now that having to hide two relationships from Izuku was starting to rid you of your energy. 

✧ Bringing up the idea of an open relationship to Izuku, now there wasn’t much that scared you but mentioning you wanted a relationship with him and his closest friends, that one would have you sleeping with one eye open. But after some convincing, Izuku surprisingly obliged, he was serious about giving you anything you wanted to make you happy, even if that meant having to share you.

✧ Shoto wasn’t bothered much by the change in relationship status. It was basically the same as it had been for him the past week, except now everybody else was acknowledging it.

✧ Convincing Katsuki was another story. A longer one too. Seriously, it took half a month for him to get used to the fact that he had the same girlfriend as his two best friends. Instead of complaining most of the time, he picked up easier jobs that allowed him to be home more, ultimately giving him more alone time with you.

✧ As for how alone time worked for you guys. 

✧ While being polyamorous meant that you were dating all three of them, you still managed to have alone time with each of them every now and then.

✧ Private time with Izuku happened the most, it only made sense since he had been the leader of the group. When you aren’t resting at home or out with a guard shopping for yourself, you’re more than likely sitting nice and pretty on Izuku’s lap during meetings, or on a late night date that ends with the two of you in a honeymoon suite getting drunk and flirty. Izuku was a sweet lover. He’s gentle with your body and is attentive to what you like, and he always begins slow, with both foreplay and penetration. He figures the more he whispers dirty things in your ear and teases your sensitive spots, the wetter you would be for him. 

✧ Even though you’re wet enough to the point where he could just push himself inside you easily, he made sure to enter as slow as possible. There were pro’s and con’s to this though. On the brightside, you could feel every inch, on the not-so-brightside, you felt every inch, and he had a little too many extra inches for you :( 

✧ As we discussed earlier, Katsuki of course is free to be with you almost anytime, and he does take advantage of this. Of course, each of them have their own room, they do share a bed when everyone is home, but not everyone is always home at the same time. So when Izuku was gone on a “work trip” too dangerous for you, or Shoto had been out of town to visit his older brother, Katsuki had you all to himself. 

✧ Your time with Katsuki was always long, since you usually had him for up to a few days at a time, but that didn’t mean he took his time with you. I mean, he used to, but when he found out you liked getting it rough with him, how could he resist? Though he was quick, his stamina and endurance were higher than the other two, meaning you had more rounds with him. Way. More.

✧ There wasn’t a position the two of you haven’t tried, or hole. A favorite position between the two of you was having you bent over anything and everything. Round after round, he would have you cumming on his cock, limping to the next area he felt like fucking you in, and staying still like a good fuckin’ girl while he lined himself up to your entrance. 

✧ Katsuki was rough in the way that he fucked you hard and deep, not thrusting again until he’s sure he’s hit your cervix, and occasionally speeding up when you beg him to. Any bruises or love bites you left with? You begged for it. Any handprints on your ass you left with? You begged for it. Any cum dripping out of your panties? You begged for it. Anything you asked him for, he gave to you, and he sure as hell didn’t disappoint. 

✧ You experimented the most with Shoto. New positions, new toys, new supplements, new tips, name it and you’ve probably tried it. Before Shoto, you weren’t sure you had any kinks, nor were you aware of half of your sensitive areas or different ways you were able to cum. Shoto wasn’t fast or slow, he could be both if he wanted to, it was a perk of experimenting with you. He could do quite literally a bit of everything. 

✧ Though he might’ve been quiet around others, he was anything but that when you would ride him, he was most definitely the most vocal of all of them. He had always made everyone in the house aware that you were bouncing up and down on his cock, or that you were getting a throatful of it. He also encouraged you to be loud with him, well, at least when there wasn’t a gag in your mouth. 

✧ Having all three boys together is a whole other story. 

✧ The boys weren’t really into each other, they were just friends who happened to share a girlfriend with each other, but every now and then when things get a bit too steamy too quick, they will make out, and pretty sloppy too. 

✧ They all alternate between your mouth, your cute lil’ pussy, and sometimes your ass. I say sometimes because the boys are pervs. They get off to watching each other have their way with you, and you just lay there and take it, conditioned to be their sweet girlfriend in public, and their perfect, obedient fucktoy in private. 

✧ I know I already mentioned that they’re not really into each other unless they’re overly turned on, but I forgot to add that they do love to talk dirty to each other as well, encouraging each other to fuck you harder, telling each other how good they’re doing, how badly they wanna kiss them, how badly they need them.

✧ They made sure to get you on a pill, because they all despised condoms. They loved the way your pussy felt when it would squeeze around them as you came, they weren’t about to let a thin piece of plastic get in the way of that. No condoms also meant you could hardly tell whose cum was whose, and there was way more of it since you didn’t have the one traditional boyfriend. 

✧ As for the aftercare, all you do is relax. You would think that big, scary villains would make you clean yourself up, but these villains were exclusively sweet to you. How could they be mean when you’re just too damn cute? From the moment you mention you’re tired to the moment you're tucked in bed, you don’t lift a single finger. 

✧ Did I mention sleep with them is the best? No? Well, it definitely is. Having all three men cuddle you gives you the best sense of peacefulness, you know they would never let anything happen to you, and they’re actually really soft when their bodies are relaxed. 

✧ In conclusion, I now want this relationship.

[bullet-prooflove]

I have an ask for Nik Sabatino 🩷 The prompt is 3. And we kept everything professional But something's changed. Thank you so much.

Tagging: @words-and-seeds @novamariestark @whateversomethingbruh @trublu2u @stelacole @kmc1989

Nik’s been back in LA for approximately three hours when he finds out about your trip to Mexico, the one you didn’t tell him about. He’s barely had enough time to dump his bags at his hotel and shower before he’s called out to a scene in Malibu involving his C.I.

It involves two dead bodies in the trunk of his car and a high speed pursuit on an electric scooter. Only in LA, he thinks as he scrolls through Tucker’s phone bringing up his most recent internet tabs.

It's then he finds the hitlist, the one with your picture on. It’s a group shot of you, Sam and Callen,  your face is shadowed by the cap you’re wearing, but the others are in plain view. It’s been taken in a hospital carpark in Mexico, he knows that because he’s been to the same hospital, he’d dropped Arlo Turk off there with a gunshot wound to the shoulder once upon a time.

He picks up his phone, dialling Turk’s number. If anyone can tell him what mischief you’ve been getting up to in Mexico it’ll be him.

“What’s your interest?” Turk asks him before he divulges the information.

My life partner’s trying to give me a heart attack, he considers telling the other man. However your relationship is still on the downlow, not even your team are aware that the two of you are together so he goes with the usual party line.

“Classified.” He says dryly. “But there’s an eighteen year old bottle of McCallan in it for you, if you tell me everything in the file and out of it.”

By the time Nik hangs up the phone he’s livid.

You’d undertaken an unsanctioned mission into Mexico to rescue Mosley’s son. It had resulted in the horrific death of Special Agent Harley Hidoko. Deeks had been critically injured, which is why you were at the hospital in the first place and the rest of you had barely escaped with your lives.

The fallout is currently still ongoing as the entire team are being investigated by a federal prosecutor. Nobody’s sure if charges are going to land your way or not, and your career…

Lord knows if you’ll still have a job at the end of the week.

You’re trying to give him an aneurysm, Nik’s sure of it.

He uses back channels to summon both you and Callen to the crime scene. His job was over and done with once his CI was arrested by the LAPD but if he leaves the scene he has to hand over the phone for evidence and he wants to show you the consequences of your actions. It’s clear to him that none of you played out how badly the mission could have gone. When he looks at it, he can see the plan was slapdash, haphazard, not the usual standard of work he expected from you all.

Mossley’s doing, he suspects, a woman so driven by her emotions, her desire to find her son that she would have sacrificed anyone of you. Hidoko had played the ultimate price, tongue cut out, burned alive and that woman hadn’t even attended her funeral. The thought of that happening to you…

It makes his blood boil because to Mosley you’re disposable and she’s hanging every single one of you out to dry.

When you step into the tented command centre he can tell you’re surprised to see him. You tuck your hands into the pockets of your jacket as you straighten your shoulders and hold your head up high. It riles him in more ways than one because you know, that he knows, and that he can’t show how pissed off he is right now, not without dropping the dime on your relationship.

“Looks like you guys survived Mexico.” He says, his expression filled with ire as he places his hands upon his hips. “Good job.”

You say nothing as you meet his gaze but he can see the defiance in you. You’re convinced you did the right thing and the problem is he can’t argue with you. The thing he loves most about you is your conviction, you know exactly who you are, you don’t lose yourself the way he does.

It’s both infuriating and extremely erotic.

“I have a feeling that’s you didn’t call us down here to congratulate us on our success.” Callen remarks, jutting his head towards the hand sticking out of the trunk of the nearby car.

“No, it is not.” Nik says, withdrawing the phone from his pocket and holding it up for the both of you to see. “The killer left his phone in the car and we found a cartel hitlist and guess who’s on it.”

He swipes his finger across the screen and the picture appears, the one of the three of you outside the hospital.

“One million.” He says looking pointedly at you. “Per person.

He sees the expression on your face change at the realisation. One million is a lot for a hit. The guy lying in the trunk of that car, his bounty was only $250,000 and he was the head of the drug enforcement taskforce. That’s how badly the cartel wants to murder you guys.

“They haven’t identified you yet but trust me they are trying really, really hard.” It’s impossible for him to keep the bite out of his voice.

“So we need to get that site taken down.” You begin, withdrawing your own phone from your back pocket to call Eric.

“I’ve already taken care of it.” Nik tells you as he returns the phone back to the evidence bag.  “I’ve got the NSA cybernuts scrubbing it from existence but it’s been on the darkweb for almost two weeks. There’s no telling who’s seen it.”

“I’m getting the feeling your mad at us. ” Callen says, crossing his arms over his chest. “Did we fuck up some super-secret CIA operation you guys were running?”

He turns his gaze on the other man, and the fury it burns deep down inside of him. There’s no way Callen doesn’t see it.

He’s almost as culpable as Mosley. He’s supposed to be the team leader, the calm one, the responsible one but he’d run head first into this mess, the same way the rest of you had. Nik knows he’s inches away from betraying himself so he does what he does best, he spins his anger towards something else, something that fits with Callen’s perception.

“You guys burned Arlo Turk.” He snaps, jabbing his finger at the other man. “That guy was the biggest source of cartel intel in the country and you burned him, do you know how many agencies relied on that information?”

None of you have any idea of all the threads you’ve unravelled, all the hard work that you’ve undone. There’s people in Washington baying for your blood, threatening to shut down Special Operations, to indict you and the two of you have no fucking clue. Nik’s out here doing damage control, he’s calling in favours, twisting the narrative, trying to save your lives and your careers.

“And there it is.” Callen mutters, the left side of his mouth twisting up into a bitter smile. “We’re making your life harder.”

He really has no fucking idea.

Nik’s phone has been vibrating in his pocket ever since this conversation started. His contacts coming back to him, feeding him information, completing the tasks he’s set them. You’re not going down for this he’s making sure of that, he’s put Mosley directly in the firing line for pulling this shit.

Already Callen’s walking away, you’re about to follow when Nik captures your arm. His eyes meet yours and you know that this isn’t over. There’s so much he wants to say to you in this moment but the words won’t leave his mouth because he’s just so God damned angry.

“Don’t think we won’t be talking about this at home.” He warns you, releasing his grasp on your arm. “I mean it Alana, you guys fucked up big time.”

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[delicatecherrys]

is there a protocol on here to talk about “last reblog”?

i don’t wanna clog their post with my opposing view in their tags. i see their point, but i kinda disagree? i think it’s great to interpret media without caring about what the author meant, and we will always continue to do that even if the author comes outright and says they meant it the opposite way. (hell, is that not what we do with “canon divergent” fanfiction that explores characters reacting differently in a situation than they did when the author wrote them?)

but i don’t think it’s fair to dismiss authorial intent like that. art DOES become more (or less) meaningful if it was put together with thought & intent, rather than being the product of accident. i DO care if the author meant to portray love that was meant to read as queer, rather than accidentally (badly!) writing brotherly love. i’ll have my own interpretation, but i want to know what they were trying to say, if i can.

it sucks that we have to speculate. it sucks that heterosexuality is the default and we have to seek validation for our queer interpretations. but that IS reality.

and i do agree it takes away from art being subtle & dynamic, which is not a good thing, but i guess…i dunno. i don’t know what the solution is. but when we get continually harassed for our queer reading of a piece of media…

it’s not my business how other people interpret art, but the heteronormativity of the spaces we exist in means that being confident in my own reading of something is not enough. it means someone is gonna hold it over my head and laugh and be bigoted, because there isn’t “proof”. is it really so unbelievable that queer people are seeking that validation? or at the very least hoping not to see heteronormativity shoved into every work that can read as queer, giving ammo to every asshole out there to act like we’re delusional for reading queer subtext in a story?

idk what i’m saying, this has been bothering me given the increased harassment & homophobia i’ve personally experienced on twitter since 431 came out. i think it’s a bit dismissive to say “just be content with what you got and interpret it your way, why do you need proof/validation”.

(which we never did, at least i didn’t. all i was asking for was there to be a space left to interpret things in a queer way without an emphasis on your typical het ship. if there really was censorship involved & author’s hand was forced, i think 431 is the kindest way it could have happened for us queer folks. but it’s undeniable that it still fucking sucks.)

nobody follows me here so i don’t expect anyone to read/respond to this lol, just needed to rant. if you did read it, sorry, it probably didn’t make much sense.

if op of that post happens to see this (i really hope they don’t), this wasn’t an attack on you or your take, you make solid points, i just happen to disagree.

anyways. good job horikoshi on going from writing a flawed but nonetheless interesting trope subversion of your main female “love interest” type character, to burying your one explicitly queer character and having her love be used as a way to push a het ship & reducing your female lead’s arc to be all about love/all about the boy she loved, ALL in one chapter. himiko’s treatment in this manga is truly a slap on the face, and i’m not even a himiko stan. can’t imagine how her fans feel. and ochako doesn’t even make sense. even if this chapter was a product of censorship and forced by editors/publishers, there were many more tasteful ways to accomplish teasing the het romance than…whatever that was.

also apparently this volume is selling a tonne which could be for any number of reasons (bonus cards, promise of bonus content, final volume, vol 1 parallel nostalgia, etc) but given its success, it really does make me feel small in my discontent. at the end of the day, as loud as our corner of the internet may be, it’s not enough. 🥲

[singsweetmelodies]

With all respect and love, I absolutely love your fake dating au. If I had to choose an update between that and the kissing fic (or anything else really) I would always choose the fake dating au. There is so much potential! Please tell me you plan on updating and finishing it? If you’re not, can you at least share with us the fic plans so we can have some closure about it? Would you consider letting another author adopt the gif to finish it if you won’t? It really is a Piarles must-read. I hope I can learn the ending!

but see, anon, you DON'T get to choose. only i get to choose, and i have chosen to update the 2023 kisses fic. 😌

... you know, i debated for a long time if i would even bother answering this ask, or just delete it right off the bat. because in my opinion, this is an incredibly rude, insensitive and entitled thing to send to any writer. it was ONLY A FEW DAYS AGO that i talked publicly about how important it is to remember that writers are humans, too, not machines, and to please treat us like humans. and yet here i am again.

i'm going to answer this one more time, and i'm going to answer it in detail, and then in future if i get any asks in this vein, they WILL be deleted without any interaction. you guys are making me consider turning off anon asks entirely, which i really don't want to do, because the other half of my anons are SO very lovely!! but i also have had enough of waking up to rudeness and blatant entitlement in my inbox.

so. why exactly is it that i think this ask is so entitled and insensitive? didn't the anon say "with all respect and love" and compliment my fic at the start of it?

yes. yes, they did. but the thing is, saying "with all respect and love" doesn't mean you can then proceed to be rude to me and it's all fine. that's like me saying "with all due love and respect, i have decided to delete the fic entirely." the fact that i prefaced it with "love and respect" does not make what i did later alright. (although in this case, it WOULD be alright regardless of whether i prefaced it with "love and respect" or not, since it's MY fic and i can do what i want with it.) this anon, on the other hand - this anon has no right to demand anything of me. i am a fanfic author and i do this for free. it is not my job. i have no obligation to do any of this. which means that nobody out there, really, has any right to demand performance from me. (lmao can you tell i have been deep in the law textbooks lately) but the point stands! i don't owe you anything at all.

yes, you can ask me nicely, and i can choose to reply if i want. (hell, if you ask me nicely, i'd probably LOVE to write things for you!!) but you don't get to DEMAND updates from me. and "tell me you plan on updating and finishing // can you at least share with us the fic plans so we can have some closure" is not asking nicely. that's demanding. YES, anon gave me a compliment and they said "with all respect and love." but they're STILL demanding performance from me, and that's not okay. the anon is making it sound like i owe you "closure" (even though this is a work of fiction, not a break-up you're going through, and i think the word "closure" is a VERY dramatic one to use.)

once again (because apparently i LITERALLY CANNOT emphasise it enough) i do not actually owe you anything. i, katie singsweetmelodies, owe you NOTHING. i do not owe you updates or fic plans or whatever the case may be. i might choose to share them with you, yes, but on my own schedule, since they're MY creations made in MY free time.

right. got that off my chest. gosh. NOW! one other thing that i want to make very, very clear before i end this off - i do not give my permission for anyone to "adopt" my work or to write a continuation of it. i am the one who's put in the hours to write all the setup we have so far. i'm not letting someone else benefit off that. if you so badly want a fake dating fic with the conclusion already ready, then you are more than welcome to put in the hours and create it from scratch yourself. but for someone else to take over my work and take it in a direction i probably won't even like? no. absolutely not. permission emphatically NOT granted.

anon: i'm sorry if you feel that this reply is unnecessarily harsh. but this could not have come at a worse time for me, because i really did talk about the importance of treating writers like people just here, just a day or two ago. needless to say, it really struck a very bad chord with me to get an ask like this right after i took pains to explain, publicly, why these kinds of asks are not okay.

i really am happy that you are enjoying the fake dating fic. and i do appreciate that you tried to tell me that, even though the way you did it was completely out of line. i hope that this answer won't... preclude you from enjoying the fic in the future? or something? i'm not sure, to be honest. the whole thing has left rather a bad taste in my mouth.

but one thing i will say to anyone reading this: i know it's been a long time, but just bear with me. i mean it when i say that there will be an update eventually. no, i can't tell you when. i'm not even going to try and give you a schedule, because like i said, i'm a human and not a writing machine. but the fake dating fic is very close to my heart, and i want to see it finished someday just as much as you do. ❤️

(P.S. - if anyone was very worried reading the first part of this answer: NO, i am not actually going to delete the fake dating fic!!! i was just using a very dramatic example, lmao. the fake dating fic is one of my favourite things i've written, and despite the slight... mess... about its updates recently, that's not going to change anytime soon. 💙)

[askreysolo]

oh my Force HAHAHAHA guess whattt.

I found out how to get Threepio to do my homework!!!

I’ve asked him to do it before, but he says his programming won’t allow cheating. BUT…

he will answer all my questions if he doesn’t know why I’m asking!!

example: “Threepio, I am having three friends over for dinner. I have forty-five cookies. how many cookies should we each get if one friend demands to have twice as many cookies as the other three?”

of course, Threepio will give me the correct answer…then follow it up with much concern that we will all get tummy-aches.

and of course, I am starting to think that I have played myself, because converting my algebra questions into word problems is almost quite as much work as doing them myself.

BUT!! it’s the principle! the principle of managing to get out of doing the work!! even if I have to do extra work! I just like figuring out different ways to do things that other people maybe haven’t thought of.

but…Mom says that Threepio will be going away now, to go live with Ben.

I don’t know why. Threepio usually helps Mom out at her job. and here at home, too.

and I like Threepio. I like all droids—I’ve built a bunch of little baby droids at DEC (my after-school Droid Engineering Club) that Mom won’t let me bring home—but, I rather like Threepio a lot.

people think Threepio is annoying to talk to, but people also think I’M annoying to talk to, so, I’ve always been chums with him. he listens to me. and I like asking him questions. nobody else seems to like listening to Threepio, so I think he likes me too.

he calls me “young miss Rey.” I want him to stop calling me the “young” part, but I rather like how he calls me “miss.” It feels sort of grown-up, and I’m somewhat sick of Dad and Ben calling me “kid” all the time. cos I’m not!!! I’m 13!!!

but I suppose Mom still thinks I’m just a kid, too, because she never asked me what I thought about Threepio going away. she decided it all on her own. I wonder if she even asked Threepio?

I think Mom has been worried about my brother recently. she burned dinner a few days ago. well, burned it worse than normal I mean. Mom can’t cook normally, but usually what she makes is edible.

sometimes, I wonder if Mom loves her little boy more. well, he’s NOT little—he is HUGE—but you know what I mean. I know my mom loves me, but Ben’s holos are everywhere in the house—and of course mine are too—except there are holos of Ben as a baby where he looks like a potato and holos of him as a toddler and of him as a little kid and for me it’s as if my life only started when I was seven and I wasn’t even formally adopted till I was eleven because I so badly wanted to believe my birth mum and dad were still out there, looking for me—and maybe I still wonder, in secret, sometimes—but—well, maybe I just don’t know how to put this all into words quite right.

I suppose I just feel sometimes that it’s not fair. Ben doesn’t live here anymore, but Mom seems to be thinking about him all the time. I know something bad happened to Ben when he was younger—I don’t know WHAT—but do you really need to have something bad happen to you in order for people to care? I’ve been through some pretty bad things, too… but Mom calls me her little ray of sunshine and I think I sort of get it now—she doesn’t worry about me quite so much, because she rescued me from Jakku, she pulled me out of danger, and I’m safe now, and I’m her strong and happy little girl, and I’ll always be.

or I’m always supposed to be.

well, I’m glad Mom believes in me!! my mom is very strong, and I’m very proud that she thinks I’m as strong as she is. I know Ben gets very annoyed that Mom doesn’t seem to trust him the way she trusts me—even though he’s so much older.

but, well, maybe I’m annoyed that Mom fusses over him more than me. she already had her time with Ben, and he’s grown-up now. I’m still growing up.

I wish Mom would smile more. I’m used to being the baby of the family and making everyone else feel happy, but I can’t be everyone’s ray of sunshine all the time.

and…I’m gonna miss Threepio… :’( I really hope Ben is nice to him…

[tamtam-go92]

Monday

Maribel wanted to reject Litzy, she really wanted to. She never asked to have another sibling. As if it wasn't enough to suddenly have to share the room with another girl her age. But Litzy was just so cute! She couldn't help but like that little bundle...

Josue was so annoyed that he was - together with Mr. King, but you couldn't really count him - the only boy in the house. But the house itself was pretty cool, with the pool and everything!

Raneka couldn't wait to get out of the house. So to spend less time out of it, she got herself an after-school-job.

David loved his little Litzy. He could have like three more of her running around the house. But Gabriela said no more kids. Even Litzy had been unplanned. But David was so grateful to have her. It was like having little Raneka all over again...

Around Midday Mr. Splitter and Mrs. DeShong came to visit. David didn't know why they came over, but he was always happy to have a full house. He only felt a little attacked when Maribel and Josue started talking about the newest additions of the family and lets say, they didn't choose the nicest words for his part of the patch work family.

Genesis: Mari, I know you're not feeling so great about this situation, but please, give David and Raneka a chance. They're not that bad. Maribel: I know Tia. It's just... Papa had only been dead for such a short time when Mama came home with this guy... And the pregnancy and moving and Raneka - urg - she's just driving me nuts! Genesis: What's wrong with her? Maribel: She... she knows a secret about me... and I'm afraid she'll tell Mama. Genesis: What can be so bad, Amor? Why don't you tell it your Mama yourself? Maribel: That's not so easy Tia! I - I'm really afraid... Can - can I tell you? You won't tell anybody, will you? Genesis: Of course I won't! Maribel: Tia - I - I'm in love with a girl.

Genesis had almost started laughing at her nieces confession. She knew that Maribel's father had been really traditional and would have rejected a relationship like that, but Gabriela was a doctor, she knew that nobody could choose who to love and she wouldn't react badly on hearing about Maribel's first crush (what more could it be at that age?). Genesis herself tried to get some adventure in her life too, but Dr. Splitter didn't seem interested... Too bad, being with a Mad Scientist would no doubt be exciting.

[cosmicjoke]

Ugh, alright, it is ANNOYING me that people are saying that Gojo’s supposed lack of response to the deaths of Nanhami and the others is “in character”, and citing certain panels and instances of him acting apathetic or unbothered by serious situations as proof that he doesn’t care about anyone or isn’t emotionally affected by anyone’s death.  I call BS on that, big time.

The very fact that Gojo got sealed away in the first place is proof in and of itself that he’s emotionally impacted.  Kenjeku got the jump on him, and was ONLY able to get the jump on him because he knew he would have an emotional response to seeing Geto’s body up and about, and it would give him enough time to spring his trap. 

I don’t get how people can miss this about Gojo’s character, but I’m gonna’ spell it out for all of you who don’t seem to have functioning brains.  Gojo’s attitude of apathy is an act.  It’s a facade, a mask he wears to protect himself emotionally.  He’s DEEPLY affected by the pain and suffering of his friends, and by the deaths of others.  He reached the level of power he currently has because he was so devastated by the events of the Hidden Inventory arc.  These same people who say Gojo’s apparent lack of emotion now tracks with his personality, even talking about how he killed his best friend like it wasn’t a big deal, conveniently ignore the way Gojo reacted when he realized he was going to have to kill Geto.  He was devastated, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it at first.  He only did it after he was left no choice, when Geto began to threaten his students.

So get the fuck outta’ here with this bullshit that Gojo doesn’t care, or has no real emotion toward anyone, or that there’s something wrong with him, like he’s a sociopath or something.  He isn’t.  Acting apathetic is just his way of coping with the pain he’s feeling.  It’s always been that way.  He acts like a detached goofball so he can keep functioning in a world and in a life which has, essentially, robbed him of everything he cares about. 

Why the hell do you think he wanted so badly to change the way the Jujutsu world works?  Why do you think he was trying to raise a next generation of students who would create a better Jujutsu world in which nobody had to die alone? 

So people complaining about not seeing enough emotion from Gojo after his unsealing have a right to, because they understand that Gojo’s apathy isn’t who he really is.  I see some lording it over these people as if they have a superior understanding, or better comprehension of Gojo and the story, which is hilarious, because it’s the exact opposite.  People that thought and expected to see Gojo being more upset are the ones who have the better understanding of his character and the story. 

With that said, I’m sure that Gojo IS incredibly upset, he’s just not showing it, as usual, because he has a job to accomplish.  But to think that he’s unaffected by all of this is absurd.  He is.  I promise he is. 

[shmowder]

Hiya! Back for round two of sharing my patho characters as i actually changed my mind I do feel comfortable sharing one of my patho self inserts (My self inserts aren’t one to one projections of me for the most part just bits and pieces!!)

This one’s Name is Falin dankovsky, Falin is only a year younger then our dear bachelor and is our very own bachelors lovely spouse their relationship is very stable and loving even if both are very work focused they will always find some time for the other even if it’s something as minor as just sitting in silence, and in the later days of the game their relationship is the only thing keeping the other stable as the common thought is “I need to keep him alive…I will die for him if needed” they absolutely fight over petty things though they love eachother but will argue over things that seems utterly nonsensical to anyone who isn’t them.

Falin is a psychologist! And one of the healers, who really wants to help everyone he comes across he hasn’t become jaded with his job if anything he is far too empathetic towards people often leading him to be pulled into rabbit holes in order to help the sick. He does however often act before thinking and has difficulties asking for help meaning issues that could easily be solved linger for days since he can’t properly advocate for himself. But he is a good listener and offers advice/ solutions to others when he can even if it causes him issues later on, he unfortunately kinda has a martyr mentality where someone must be willing to sacrifice themself to help others and it has to be him nobody else is allowed. 

Falin’s reason for being involved in the main plot is he got a letter asking him to get a man with the last name Stamatin declared mentally sound so he may be executed for a murder which he’s like I can look into it sure but I’d prefer if we got him institutionalized and maybe not murdered for his crime?, Falin leaves for the town a day after Daniil leaves meaning the bachelor has no clue the other is in the town at all until the morning of the second day.

Once falin gets off the train someone attempts to murder him however only succeeds in giving the psychologist a minor concussion, Falin ends up waking up in a grave meeting Clara who claims that she’s his younger sister she tells him ‘we are both born from the same grave’ Falin is like yeah sure why not? I believe this weird child in this graveyard…why shouldn’t I? And then she drops on him “oh you can do miracles too btw” then immediately peace’s out and falin’s like….huh? What the hell does she mean? But falin learns quickly that his blood can reverse death! So the issue is he can’t cure the plague in someone until after they’ve passed and even then that runs the risk of bringing them back completely wrong! But another issue is the question of is that what the dead what have wanted?

Then here’s some Other important character notes: Falin is a trans man which causes him to be slightly paranoid around others due to the fear of people finding out this and turning on him so he is constantly keeping a balance act of hoping nobody notices why he doesn’t have facial hair, why his chest seems rounded and why his voice is so high. he also is borderline so that doesn’t make his fear of others turning on him any the better as Falin is constantly convinced everyone will leave either due to his status as a trans man or because they secretly hate him without knowing that….please get him onto some meds he needs them badly…he’s just having an awful time all around. The only other characters he actively is friendly towards is Daniil, Clara, anna and Eva. with Clara their dynamic is very much so two siblings constantly fighting over literally everything with where their only argument to the other is to the lines of “well I’m older!” And “Well I’m moms favorite so I get to cure the plague” I also want the meta reason for them being siblings being that their dolls were marketed as siblings kinda like Barbie and her sisters or something similar? If that makes sense?

He’s either neutral to everyone else or they are actively hostile towards him, The kains and the Stamatins are ones who are most hostile towards him for obvious reasoning however after Falin’s ability is exposed the kains want him to bring back Simon and aren’t above using the only family Falin has as leverage to get that goal. He actively believes the mistresses as well as why wouldn’t he? Both he and his sister make similar claims so why shouldn’t he believe them as well?. The house he places the most respect into would be the Saburovs for fairly obvious reasoning but he’s very snippy with Alexander at times since falin doesn’t do well with male authority figures at all (it’s the daddy issues!)

During day 5 to day 10 he gets his period leading his exhaustion meter to deplete further his dialogue with others get more snappy and the hunger meter drops quicker, he also has less blood to spare on those days so you can’t bring back any dead bounds and once those bounds are dead for longer then two days they are completely gone meaning Falin can either bleed himself utterly dry or can risk failing others, oh and if he bleeds himself too much he passes out and gets a lecture from Daniil when he comes too. Not overly sure on what his ending would be but it’d probably be him siding with either Daniil or Clara’s way of going about things and aiding their ending.

Oh one bonus thing for fun! Falin and franziska would met a couple times and Falin thanks her for being kind to Clara and gives her some ammo and an egg as a small thanks for being nice to his younger sister but overall they really aren’t overly chill with eachother on account of dankovsky and Franz praying the other dies every single night before bed.

-immune anon back again! Submitting another one of my own character sillies! I do apologize for how long this is lol once I get rambling I can’t stop rambling!! :P

Welcome back! And with another amazing OC, banger after banger I swear.

It's very sweet that their relationship is stable with the Bachelor; Daniil isn't the easiest person to get along with, let alone share a life with. He still deserves love like anyone else, both of them constantly putting in the effort to ensure each other's comfort and needs are met is the epitome of love.

And only one year younger! Does that mean they met in university 👀 or high school sweethearts? I love relationships that are built on friendships.

Fighting over petty things is just Daniil's love language dw, he is just built like that. Happy to see Falin give him a taste of his own medicine too.

God, it's genius how you weaved him into the story! Alexander just sent a letter to the first psychologist he got recommended because he's still not over how Peter weaselled his way out of punishment.

The both of them having no idea they're going to the same place. Daniil is on one of his work trips to meet a supposed immortal man after an old colleague, Isidor Burakh, sent him an invitation offering arrangements.

While Falin received a letter asking for a psychological evaluation of a man whose last name sounds really similar to that famous architect who built the Capital bridge.

THE CLARA SUBPLOT I CAN'T

IT'S SO FITTING OF HER

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Falin: So how are we siblings?

Clara: Wouldn't you like to know, miracle boy.

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I absolutely adore the meta reason of them being siblings! They come in packs! Do not separate!!! oh, my heart, that's so precious. Even tho they just met, they feel this connection as if they've known each other from a long time ago.

Maybe the toy set was marketed as the "Miracle siblings!" or something. The two sandcastle kids took it literally but then had a fight and separated Falin and Clara.

The "I'm mom's favourite" line took me out.

Finally, some bpd rep. God I relate to him so much, that paranoia really never goes away and it blends itself so well with your own thoughts that it's hard to separate the shadows from the truth.

Bpd is also a personality disorder, rather than a chemical imbalance in the brain like depression. Meds can't "cure" it, only lessen the symptoms. It's a learned pattern of behaviour that one must unlearn.

Why do I feel Alexander would be lowkey touched by someone being snippy with him in a daddy issues way? Sure, he will never show it, but at least he got to experience the equivalent of being a dad dealing with a moody teenager for like a couple minutes. He would never tolerate any disrespect towards his wife, however. Falin is welcome to blame and curse him out as long as Katerina's name stays off his tongue.

There is a symbolic parallel between him bleeding himself out to bring people back to life, equating his blood to the worth of gold, then being hit with his period, preventing him from using his miracles for a while.

It's having a choice that's the moral. One was him giving his blood out of his own agency, taking it out of his own body and using it for good.

The other was blood forcibly being taken out from him in the form of a period. Suddenly that blood is draining him and exhausting, removing all his agency as he has no choice but to endure it. It especially hurts more with how much he is worried about others figuring out he is trans.

The one thing special and extremely helpful is being twisted and weaponise against him, threatening to expose his identity while stealing away his magic.

I'm glad to see Falin and Franziska are friends! or at least know each other. I love when OCs are connected and have intertwined stories.

[oc-aita]

AITA for hugging my coworker friend?

I work as a mail guy, and I always try to get along with everybody. And for the most part, I do! I crack jokes, try to cheer them up, and help out whenever I can. I'm a very touchy feely hugger kinda guy! And everyone at my work has accepted that. Hugs are like my love language! :)

Now there's this one guy at my job that doesn't get along with anybody else. Nobody at my job even likes him. They all say real mean things about him. Like that he's some crazy dangerous guy on the verge of going 'postal' or whatever. They also call him mean and gross behind his back. And I just don't think they're being fair to him!

I want to give this guy a chance, so I offered to go work with him on his mail route. (They wanted someone to keep an eye on him cause they think he's slacking, and nobody else wanted to do it. I don't really get why tho)

And I think he's actually a decent guy! I kinda get where everyone is coming from; He does slack a lot. And he does have poor hygiene. And he does carry a knife around all the time (which he is REALLY attached to? He named it and everything). But I think he just has some kind of mental issues? Like, he can get really paranoid and scared sometimes. To the point where he can hardly care for himself and feels the need to defend himself (I don't think he's ever really hurt anyone, at least not badly). He doesn't like to be touched, it's so bad.

I feel so bad for him! To have nobody on your side when you're in such a bad state... That would be awful!!

I want to be his friend. And I think he might be starting to like me a little bit! (I let him slack sometimes, and I never tell on him for anything he does)

But he does get upset with me sometimes. I can't help but feel the urge to give him a hug! Not only is that something I already do with everyone else (it's like instinct, I swear!), I think he REALLY deserves some hugs.

But he really doesn't want any hugs. The times I offered to hug him, he threatened me with his knife! And the couple times I attempted a hug, he actually cut me! Not badly, ofc, but clearly a defensive warning swipe.

I've been trying hard to keep myself from hugging him, but I keep wanting to! This has been going on for a while and I don't know what to think. Is this something that he needs to get over with? Or am I being a dickwad?

(I don't know how relevant this is, but uh.. I'm starting to find myself kinda really attracted to this guy... Like REALLY attracted. There's just something about him that makes me hot.. Not that he'd ever like me back... He doesn't get attracted to anybody.)

So... AITA for trying to hug someone who doesn't want hugged?

[just-1other-nerd]

Good Omens live blog ep. 8

Love how they include Bible stories like the one about Job

Aziraphale has also got a soft spot for children, just like his husband. And ge takes into consideration what Sitis wants, this just once again shows how disconnected the archangels are

The song!

Wait, so Gabriel performed the giant miracle?

It actually works! Nobody seems to recognise him

Aziraphale is so bad at lying, but now we know why Crowley and him try to matchmake Nina and Maggie

Crowley just being supportive is so great. They must have looked like they're dating

"They look into each others eyes and realise they were mad for each other" bro, I think you're no longer talking about Nina and Maggie, you also shouldn't project onto others. He's insisting so hard when Aziraphale doubts it, like he has to assure himself that it's mutual

Jane Austen just became even cooler

Oooooh ancient drama, let's go

Crowley actually didn't kill shit and Aziraphale is so proud and at the same time radiating "I told you so" energy

The two older ones are such entitled brats

I bet Crowley got them into the basement early just to spend more time with Aziraphale

Oh Lord, Crowley was the one who tempted Aziraphale to drink and eat some of his favourite things in the world

Crowley being on his side all along just fits, you know?

Have you heard how he said God's side and not Heaven?

Crowley wanting to ask the questions so badly, he wants to know the ineffable plan

The ineffable husbands just bullshitting their way through one crisis at a time and the angel lied

Aziraphale insisting on the Bentley being their shared property gives me life! And he's one of those people who insist on tests, hilarious

The angel is having an existencial crisis, and the demon just going "Don't worry" and then continues to assure Aziraphale but simultaniously showing him that they're not so different. Now they're lonely together