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lemotmo · 17 hours ago

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The Buck brain rot is real for some Buckley's

Q. My mistake for believing that as a self proclaimed Buck girlie that scene would have bothered you. It was not okay and you're allowed to say so.

A. That scene was a couples fight. Full stop. It was written. Filmed. Blocked. And acted as a couple having an argument. Neither one of them was the bad guy. But the reality is that Buck does tend to make things about Buck first. Not in a bad way, but in a 'I'm always the one not being chosen in these scenarios' kind of way. Buck isn't doing it out of malice or self service. His default setting is to believe everyone will choose whatever outcome doesn't include him. And that makes it difficult to reason with him occasionally. It was a classic miscommunication argument, which was also kind of the point, and part of what contributed to the overall couple feeling of the fight in general. Buck's first reaction to bad news, or the potential of bad news, is to think how the choices on the table will affect him first. Again, not out of genuine selfishness or cruelty, but he still misses the fact that sometimes there is no fair to all involved choice, but a choice still has to be made. And no one, especially Eddie, is ever going to choose something to intentionally hurt Buck. But in those situations Buck insecurities override everything else for him.

Aside from the fact that the fight was clearly foreshadowing an NDE of some kind for Buck, putting Eddie in the position he wasn't able to be in for Bobby, helping to save Buck. Aside from the foreshadowing element the other really interesting thing was that this time Buck and Eddie were arguing from the side the other one usually occupies. Normally Buck is the one needing to talk about things, and Eddie is the one trying to keep everything shut inside. But this time Eddie is begging Buck to talk to him. He's desperate for them to grieve together and be the support for one another that they usually are, but Buck is denying them that because Buck is refusing to talk at all. Instead he's distracting himself by trying to assess how everyone else is handling their grief. The plotline for Buck and Eddie has been building to this all season long, but especially since the show returned from hiatus. All of their scenes have been building towards this upcoming finale episode. Eddie has been working on himself all season, and has become aware that he has to deal with things and talk about things before they spiral out of control, but he needs something that puts the Buck thing into perspective for him. Buck has been avoiding the Eddie of it all the entire season. He's hidden behind the things that he can fix and help with, subletting the house, talking Eddie through his nerves, but he has avoided examining the Eddie thing in general. Once it was verbally brought to his attention, by both Maddie and Tommy, Buck doubled down on his refusal to think about and acknowledge things. Both men are about to be put into a position that's not going to allow that to continue. Everything this season has been leading to this episode. I have no idea if the outcome will be full Buddie canon or just the clear knowledge thats where we're headed. But either way their moment of reckoning is coming. Buck being trapped with Ravi is literally trapping Buck with everything he's trying to avoid/overcome and putting Eddie in the position of possibly losing Buck is the universe screaming at them to talk. Talk about all the things they have spent years actively avoiding talking about. The fight was the final step leading to that reckoning. But even in the aftermath of that fight Eddie knew exactly what Buck needed. Buck's plotline for that episode was missing family dinner, the Bobby of it all, but it was represented in this episode by the family dinner tradition. Eddie was not aware of that because Buck's not talking to Eddie and Eddie isn't at the fire station to witness the lack of family dinners. Eddie still knew Buck enough to know Buck needed family time. Eddie didn't call the 118. He got Chris and pepa and gave Buck the family dinner he needed. No one knows Buck better than Eddie. No one knows Eddie better than Buck. Like any couple they knew exactly what buttons to push to set the other one off. That's what that scene was about, anon. Any argument desperately trying to make it something else is projecting and that's on you not Buck or Eddie.

Thank you Nonny!

I'm going to let this one speak for itself.

I fully agree that this was a couple's fight. There was no malicious intent to hurt each other. Eddie just 'reacted' and got lost in his grief there for a moment. That is all.

It's time to lay this discourse to rest now and focus on the next episode. 🤗

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dark-wackademia · 3 days ago

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Concerning the NI bit, as an INTJ, this is true to a point. If I feel like I can actually share openly, I'll keep getting more relaxed at being myself, sharing myself, getting longer and deeper with my texts and convos until I see something that tells me more of who you really are, and if that is not in alignment with essential parts of who I am. Usually, that’s eventually where the disconnect comes into play and shifts how I interact. Seeing this and allowing it to click makes me not give the same energy, not as a dig at them in any bitterness but in knowing they won’t get it. It’s like being in one place in development and trying to talk to someone that is nowhere near that place, you can’t knock 'em for being uncaring about the matters that they haven’t danced with as you have. I guess, for me, always finding out people are who they say they are still is something that I cope with in a grieving sense, being that I believe we are so much more than what we think we are.

Anyway, yeah, I'm an open book of the flux and flow I philosophize my way through but only with people that are receptive, show enjoyment and engagement with, and or get what it is I’m sharing. Otherwise, it feels like I'm being vulnerable in seeking a deeper, real connection and expression of authentically living and being, only to feel disrespected, disregarded, and undervalued—or, on a very soul level, rejected like they are rejecting the parts of themselves I’m trying to show them… but my answer is right there. I understand I’m just a mirror and what they reject of me, is just reflective of what they reject in themselves. It’s sad how many are unhealed to the extent of rejecting their possibility, especially in the aspect of healing, growing, and rebuilding themselves, of their power. If they’re rejecting parts of themselves, and not abiding by themselves, then how do I expect them to offer me a sliver of such a thing? Which I am learning to more quickly acclimate to, as an INTJ, despite my proclivities for holding out hope, since I just hate feeling like I'm wasting my time and energy. And it’s nothing against them for just not being there, but it’s still disheartening.

So, often I'll go back to concise and “normal” speech because I don't have the energy to share something that doesn't matter to them, that they’re not ready to do something with. What’s the point? I was just talking to my super spiritual sister in law who's some type of ExFx, I can't recall. But we do still get each other because she is proactive with her life/cycles and is always willing to face the truth and facts, however upsetting, however raw and brutally honest, to better work her way through it to heal. I relate with that. Which to me, is the BIGGEST part of knowing if a dynamic will work long term or not, for me. IDC how long you cycle in your loops, I’m the type that’s in control of my emotions enough to deal with any frustration of you not taking advice and it coming to fruition (ie. making a mistake) to keep helping you via hours upon hours, days upon days, forever, through your journey because I know THAT’S life. That is living. And I know we all have them, our own loops. I get that we’re all learning and relearning, dismantling and rebuilding, imperfect and trying. But, in this, we recognise the difference between saying and doing. She and I are doers. We love this death and rebirth cycle and chase that growth, changing for the better, no matter how hard the work ahead is. That is the main plus someone can have in my book. Courage, determination, and self-accountability for the things you say matter to you. A deeper consciousness that you do something with. Escaping the loop. But I thankfully am learning how to not people please and let go when I recognize something isn’t working for me and letting a relationship just be what it is. Sometimes, the best thing we can offer is the space and time for that person to decide on their own, who they are and what work matters to them in their life. I have to do the same, regardless, so sticking with that has been helpful. Which is to say, learning and relearning how to keep abiding by myself. Plus, doing something that makes me just feel further alone and misunderstood for the sake of others is people pleasing and the type of self-sabotaging/self-defeating behavior I've worked, and continue to work hard to not fall into. I have to do more of what makes me feel like I'm actually doing something of substance with my time and energy. I have to do what's right for me, and they, as well.

Acceptance is always the key though, and I’m finally really learning how to keep hold of that key in every situation, and in this, my peace, contentment, and embracing of all, as it is, while still accepting me and what is and isn't working for me.

MBTI Types & Texting Styles

Perceiving Functions

xNxP | High Ne: uses run-on sentences and parentheses (to maximize info-dumping and clarification via extraneous details, respectively)

xNxJ | High Ni: Short and simple sentences. It’s not intentionally “dry”, it’s just effective word choice.

xSxP | High Se: lowercase letters/free form sentences and p much any slang they wanna use bc its just texting and not deep enough for proper spelling and grammar

xSxJ | High Si: Breaking up responses to multiple topics into separate paragraphs.

It’s easier to keep track of what you’re talking about this way.

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Judging Functions

xxFJ | High Fe: traditional/safe emojis and slang for effective communication ie. lol, brb, ☺️, 😅 periods in the middle are okay. Periods at the end are intimidating so it’s best to avoid those

xxFP | High Fi: Using creative combinations of emojis ( 🙏😩 | 👁️👄👁️ | 🥺👉👈) for the ultimate range of personal expression

xxTJ | High Te: Capital letters, and advanced punctuation; they exist for a reason. Big fan of the Oxford Comma.

xxTP | High Ti: Correct spelling and grammar is mostly a byproduct of autocorrect unless its absolutely necessary. it doesnt have to be perfext just understandable

#INTJ #spiritual journey #spirituality #rant #acceptance is the key #me philosophizing on a friday afternoon? What else is new?#understand that I was already in thought about this due to my talk with her and this just gave me the chance to expand on it.#do not be alarmed #i am not coming at/for you... just sharing <3

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faceofpoe · 21 hours ago

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On the highly contentious unraveling of Cassian Andor (and how season 2 is at its heart about his relationship with Luthen).

(This has nothing to do with justifying or not fuck-all about Rogue One Cassian beyond getting him to that beach, I'm an Andor girlie just working my head around what we've built and where it's going in the context of the show).

I had a lot of issues with arc 1, and some of those issues (like ducking around pillars at a wedding to have the hey we're gonna have to murder that guy talk or, why is Kleya even here?) are not going to go away BUT as someone whose brain wasn't exploded by season 1 until seeing the full big picture come together (Rix Road, beloved), I promised myself a full season rewatch to try to recalibrate.

I haven't rewatched yet, but let's have a 75% recalibration now that arcs 2 and 3 have led us where they have to much fandom furor, and mulling how we bring this whole thing together.

Which brings me back to: this season is at its heart about Cassian's relationship with Luthen, and his acceptance at the end of season 1 that Luthen was right, he's going to die fighting the Empire - so either kill me right now, or put me to good use fighting these bastards for real.

Season 2 came to us with a gigantic ask: engage with the negative space. We have to imagine how Cassian went from big wet bambi eyes above to Mr Earnest-Reassuring-Come-Into-The-Circle with Niya. Mr Empire's-Most-Wanted is sneaking into top secret facilities and doing it with confidence and -

Shit goes instantly sideways. This isn't even the right ship, did anybody know that?? (they didn't, obviously they didn't, they don't know what's gone wrong, and this is really important I think about the fallout of this arc). Cassian's off having a terrible time while Luthen and Kleya are spying and drinking on Chandrila and he doesn't check in and this isn't normal.

It's been a year+ since season 1. Partagaz tells Dedra she's been on the Axis hunt for "almost two years" I believe so presumably we've jumped decently down the calendar year for the 4bby arc.

I have a lot of feels on how Cassian's arc one story should have had more time to breathe, to make the losses punch harder at the end by showing him leaving home, etc, but perhaps that is also the point -

He's good at this; he's accepted his pact with Luthen, one day he'll die fighting - but they're tucked away safe. Brasso's looking out for everyone, Brasso who he tasked with looking out for Maarva if he could. We're meeting him on the high point of thinking he can have it both ways and... perhaps not fearing what happens back home, if this mission or that is the one from which he doesn't return. They'll pull through. This is perhaps his era of: the Cause comes first; we take what's left. And he's balancing it, or thinks he is anyway.

Dashing off home and having found that unraveled while he was having The Worst time on Yavin - captured by, theoretically, allies -

The balance is upended, and cue crisis of faith. Not in the Cause per se, but in Luthen. He gave his own life up to Luthen but now the situation has changed on multiple levels. He's rattled by the failure on Kleya & Luthen's end on Sienar, doesn't have Brasso, doesn't have this illusion of safety on Mina-Rau, Bix and Wilmon both get involved, but Cassian isn't handling it well. There's no "take what's left" when she's right there in the line of fire too. Bix questions his decisions in the field, Luthen... his exchange with Kleya in 2.6 is telling.

"This isn't the piece we need."

"We knew that already."

"I thought seeing it in person would make a difference."

Cassian is not the operative he was where we met him with Niya. Sending him to Ghorman is something of a confirmation of something they've clearly been realizing/discussing. Luthen going to check on Bix/put her to work/whatever was the deal there - this seems very much Not The Norm by her reaction, they don't have a lot of face-to-face contact I would guess - he's doing his own assessment of just what is the situation here. (In the most dickish way possible of course, my problematic beloved.)

Cassian's at this complicated intersection of having lost this comfortable place where he can risk and trust his family's safety. Luthen and Kleya are having their own meltdown over how chaotic their operation has become. Cassian... is probably thinking about that bad intel for Sienar and wondering when the next catastrophic fuck-up that isn't his fault is going to cost something else while Bix is over here being the far better adjusted one about just what war looks like and how unreasonable his mentality about her presence. And I'm really curious if we're meant to read in the sudden appearance of "I have friends everywhere" that this was an effort to avoid another experience like the Maya Pei Brigade.

And then Luthen asks him to see about stoking the flames on Ghorman. (I'm still trying to decide how I feel about the sort of 'having it both ways' aspect of Ghorman and provocation and 'it never mattered anyway the ending was already written.')

And Cassian says: "I'll sit this one out." He doesn't take the order, he decides he wants no part in it. And that is where the final fracture in kill me or take me in finally happens.

He doesn't trust the vision anymore. Doesn't trust that the inevitable tragedy will be worth something in the end. Is this fighting these bastards for real? And is starting, perhaps, to wonder if it was worth it at all, to walk back off that ship to Gangi Moon.

And somewhere in the next year, Cassian starts to come to terms apparently with the fact that he doesn't trust Luthen with his life anymore. But he's not quite all-in with Yavin and Draven either. He's maybe still grappling with the acceptance, or inevitability, or not, that the fight will claim his life in the end - and he's lost his faith in Luthen spending it well. Sometime in this time gap after arguing over Ghorman, the fallout with Cinta, getting shot and struggling with recovery... it unsettles him into retreating, ducking Luthen's calls, until Wilmon turns up with compelling incentive.

[insert Force-ex-machina plot here to heighten his internal struggle]

And at the root of their conversation before the Mon extraction is basically Cassian refusing the assertion from 1.4 - this end is not already written. His own decisions matter. Arcs 1 and 2 only validated his teenage understanding that rebellion is pointless and all they'll do is fight themselves one way or another and, Ghorman has validated his plea with Maarva that she can't beat them. People stand up, they die.

And he has a very similar sort of conversation with Luthen as he had with Maarva and gets much the same response. Still work to be done. Luthen doesn't ask Cassian to stay, but he gives him the "I can't go." They're done. Cassian's done.

[I have quarantined the unfolding of the Bix departure in my brain, Bix's story is now Tether, sorry, I hate it so much, and it could have very much worked without the Force healer Force-ex-machina of it and probably with different timing, anyway]

Anyway Bix pulls the "if you leave, it won't be for me."

So we the audience know of course that Cassian is going to stay. Ironically, perhaps, in a far less make-my-own-decisions friendly capacity within the military hierarchy than he ever was with Luthen. And it will be interesting to see how we meet him at the opening of arc 4. He's presumably got Wilmon and Vel and Melshi and K2SO. He's finally seen the Rebellion pull together; Bix ripped away his fantasy (and it is a fantasy, he knows it's a fantasy because it's played out already on Ferrix and Niamos and Mina-Rau) that there's somewhere safe they could get away from it all.

Will he trust Draven & co to spend his life for good again? Or perhaps he simply can't bring himself to care so much either way after all of the turmoil surrounding Ghorman and the fallout and Bix. Orders are orders and good soldiers follow orders and here he is now, slapped into a uniform with a rank on his chest (idk if he ever actually wears the uniform with rank insignia between all the amazing coats in R1 but you get me) and he'll play the part because what else is there?

But Luthen is still out there, against just about every prediction for how this season would unfold. Luthen is the one puzzling over Ghorman and Dedra, demanding the endgame. Luthen isn't finished.

And I guess the question is, since we know how this ends - what is the force the propels Cassian along to Kafrene to kick off the final mission?

Just a soldier following orders?

Or are we going to wrap this back around to that s1 claim and that pact and the extension of broken trust and give Luthen something of a chance to earn it back (possibly posthumously), in sending Cassian along to the meaningful death he promised?

#Did this need a write-up? No #Was it eating my brain? Yes #andor #andor season 2 #andor spoilers #andor season 2 spoilers #the way it was just common wisdom that Luthen had to die to propel Cassian on to Draven is just #we got something so much tastier and I am *chewing on it*#cannot believe we are taking both Luthen and Kleya into the final week and I am HERE

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project-sekai-facts · 1 day ago

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There is Minori sexuality discourse on twitter again with people arguing whether headcanoning Minori as bi is lesbophobic or that there is no implications that Minori is a lesbian in the game and that being against bi Minori is being biphobic. People are arguing about whether Minori having so far pretty much only shown interest in woman is actually implying that she is a lesbian or just her being implied sapphic. I was wondering what your opinion on this is with you being a fan of other rhythm gacha games and knowing a lot of information about project sekai.

as a general rule of thumb just assume sexualities will never be confirmed as any sexuality unless the game is called D4DJ Groovy Mix. as far as i'm aware staying silent on the matter for this genre of franchise is common as way of pleasing all fans, if you never confirm anything then no one gets angry (100% the reason for mizuki's gender marker not changing after hands covered in wounds). that said, it's not like they never very very strongly bordering on textually state anything related to relationships, prsk itself has literally confirmed that kohane thought an confessed to her before because an said something that was easily misinterpreted, and it has shown minori fantasise about marrying haruka. but if they never say in the text "minori is a lesbian and has a crush on haruka" then it's not real. even if minori has said she's in love with haruka before the language could still be interpreted platonically even if context clues suggest otherwise.

on the topic of minori specifically, i personally view her as a lesbian. she's very clearly crushing on haruka (again. daydreams about married life with haruka), and has shown/stated her attraction to other women as well. meanwhile, she doesn't show any interest/attraction to men. the main argument people bring up is her being blinded by len/kaito's idol smiles, but she's like a huge idol fan so isn't that just... normal fangirling? i think because the shiny idol smile effect is often used to show attraction (eg: an->kohane in blue sky, haruka->kohane in bfst), especially in earlier stories it was used almost exclusively for this, people have associated it with attraction when it can be used for other things too. for example in the 2024 april fools event luka has it when she's interacting with akito and rui because she's so much more reliable and mature than their lukas. there's no indication that either of them are attracted to her, idols are just meant to have a sort of "aura" about them.

like i really don't think she's interested in men, but someone else could interpret those interactions with kaito and len differently. it's a very difficult thing to say what side is right because there is no word of god on the situation and never will be, all we know is that she's romantically interested in a woman, which confirms her as sapphic but nothing more specific. again, i think she's pretty clearly a lesbian, but my views are not reflective of other people's interpretations nor the writers'. honestly i doubt the writers gaf they won't even confirm mizuki as a trans woman.

(also not liking the bi minori hc because you interpret her as lesbian when it's like the most obvious way to interpret her behaviour is not biphobic prsktwt is not serious especially when a lot of people there still treat bisexuality as straight plus)

#asks #don't ask about that last point i don't want to elaborate on it it's 3am and i'm tired

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yvesssssssss · 16 hours ago

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Heyyy! How are you?

I have a request for Hoshina and I'm ready to get on my knees bc I def need to read more of this idea, the thing is:

Reader (a platoon leader) went on a mission and Hoshina, her boyfriend, stayed in the control room to check on the mission, before the operators found an extra heartbeat in her suit, confused, Okonogi would check on her and there they'd find out (including Hoshina) that reader was pregnant. And Hoshina would confront her why hadn't she told him before.

You can decide if reader already knew she was pregnant or not ^^ (pd: take your time and ignore my english, it's not my native language)

Heartbeat

Hello!! I hope you like it!! (Good morning˙ᵕ˙)

The mission had gone as expected—almost. The kaiju threat in District 8 had been neutralized swiftly under your command. You moved like a ghost through the wreckage, katana sheathed, uniform slick with grime and sweat. Your subordinates reported back with minimal injuries. Clean, efficient.

Textbook work.

Except for one thing.

Back in the control room, Hoshina stood with arms crossed, eyes narrowed at the screen, following your vitals in real-time. His posture was relaxed to the untrained eye, but Okonogi knew better. Hoshina hadn’t taken his eyes off your line for even a second. Not since you left the gate.

“Platoon Leader's suit readings are normal,” an operator muttered. “Slight elevation in heart rate, but that’s expected…”

Then, a beep. Followed by confusion.

“Wait—there’s… another heartbeat?”

The room paused. Even Hoshina tilted forward slightly.

“Another signature in the suit?” Okonogi asked, already tapping away at the data. “Could be an error. Glitch in the sensors maybe.”

“No,” Hoshina said, voice suddenly sharper. “Run it again. Full analysis. Pull the internal suit diagnostics.”

The monitor adjusted. The second heartbeat was faint but steady. Smaller. Softer. Not a kaiju. Not anything artificial.

“...It’s coming from inside her,” Okonogi said slowly. Then he blinked. “It’s… it’s a fetal heartbeat.”

Everything froze.

Hoshina stared at the monitor. At the data. At your name. Then, for the first time that day, he moved—fast.

“Keep her on the line. I’m heading to the bay."

⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁.𖥔 ݁ ˖

You were peeling off your suit when the door opened—and there he was.

Hoshina.

Your heart jumped. Despite everything—despite the nerves in your stomach and the quiet conversation with the medic—you couldn’t help the way your feet moved toward him, your lips tugging into a relieved, affectionate smile.

“You’re here,” you said softly, crossing the room to him.

But he didn’t smile.

He didn’t reach for you.

He stood still, his jaw tight, shoulders tense as he looked at you—not with relief, but with something sharper. Quieter. Controlled.

“So…” he said, voice low, unreadable, “I’m guessing you found out I know.”

You blinked, the joy in your chest faltering. “Hoshina—”

“Through suit diagnostics,” he cut in. “Through Okonogi.”

You flinched at that.

“That wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” you murmured.

“Wasn’t how I wanted to find out either.”

The room hung heavy with the silence between you. The medic, eyes wide, silently excused herself, leaving you both alone.

Hoshina took a step forward now. Controlled. Careful. Still holding something back.

“You knew?” he asked. “How long?”

You swallowed. “About two weeks.”

His eyes searched yours. Hurt—hidden under the surface—started to show.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You looked down.

“I didn’t want to distract you. We’re in the middle of a war. I didn’t want to be… a burden.”

That word hit like a knife. You felt it the moment it landed.

He didn’t lash out. Hoshina never did. But his breath left him like he’d been punched.

“You think… that’s what this is? A burden?”

“I didn’t want to make you choose,” you whispered. “Between me and the field. Or between command and—this.”

“Damn it, (Y/N),” he said, and this time, it cracked—the worry, the anger, the rawness. “You’re not a distraction. You’re not a burden. And that’s my kid too.”

You kept your eyes down, voice barely audible. “I was scared.”

“Of what?”

“Of this. Of you looking at me like I’m something fragile. Something broken.”

He stepped in, slowly now, as if letting himself soften again. His hand came up, gently cupping your cheek.

“I don’t see you as fragile,” he said. “I see you as the woman I love. Who walked into a battlefield with my child inside her and still came out leading her team.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. Your throat felt tight.

“So you’re not mad?”

“I’m mad you didn’t trust me with this,” he admitted. “But I’m more scared. Scared of what could’ve happened out there without me knowing.”

“I didn’t want to slow anyone down.”

“Next time,” he said firmly, “you tell me. We carry this together. You don’t have to do it alone.”

You finally looked into his eyes—and you saw the flicker of something softer now. Hope. Fear. Love.

“I never planned for this,” you whispered.

“Neither did I,” he said, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “But I want it. I want you. Both of you.”

You fell into him, arms around his waist as he held you close, grounding you.

His hand rested lightly over your stomach.

“I’m staying in the control room from now on,” he muttered into your hair. “You don’t get to go off doing solo runs without telling me you’re carrying our future.”

You laughed, half-choked, half-teary. “Deal.”

#hoshina soshiro #hoshina soshiro x reader #soshiro hoshina #kn8 soshiro #kn8 hoshina #kn8 #kaiju no. 8 #kaiju #hoshina fluff

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npookie0 · 24 hours ago

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NATHAN, my king- you've broken my heart so much with the 'gone without a trace' headcanons and my dude... I've gotta ask this to save my fragile aorta- could we maybe get some headcanons of the Lis finally finding they're partners after so long? Like they find a single clue that Leads them to their Partner's trail.

Please and thank you, love your work also you dropped this -> 👑

A Trace Found

Headcanons for Killer Chat! love interests x mc who they found after they (mc) went missing

have your free therapy gays

Finding a clue about your whereabouts :

Ronin

When he found that clue, that one little piece of information he needed, Ronin through that he went completely insane, like he's actually lost it and his mind was playing tricks on him. "No fucking way it's real... after so long and I find it now? Fuckin' hell, you're playing tricks on me now aren't ya?" To Ronin it would also feel like God has challenged him, like he was the one to take you from your murderous lover and now he's throwing him a bone after so long.

Angel

For Angel it was like regaining hope, the light returned to her eyes and she wasn't going to give up now. She held onto that hint and shook up all of her contacts to get all knowledge she could.

Misaki

For them it was like a newfound will to live. It was a hint on your location, they weren't crazy, they didn't make you up with their crazy mind. Misaki was going to pour her whole heart into finding you, use any means necessary to get to you and tell you how much she missed you and ask you why, why would you leave so suddenly and not tell her.

In the moment V saw the clue on where you could be, he moved all of his sources and informants, threw money at them and follow with his own investigation. He has to find you, he has to see you and make sure that you're safe.

Finding you :

Ronin

He stood still the moment he saw your face, then he started laughing, a shaken sound mixed with some barely hearable sobs. "So this is where you were! Wow, darlin', you overdid yourself." He grabbed you by your hand and pulled you closer, buried his face in the crook of your neck. "You played your game well, took me a while to get to ya."

He felt desperate, starved for your presence. He felt somewhat panicked, scared that he fucked up to a point of you escaping and erasing every sign of yourself.

He brought you back with you and for a week he didn't lose the sight of you, he didn't want to lose you for the second time, he didn't want to lose another partner.

Angel

She broke down completely, ran to you and cried while holding you tightly. Finally you're back with her. She never felt more relieved in her life, or at least that's how she felt in that moment. "I... I'm sorry for whatever I did, but please, never do that again."

She blamed herself for your disappearance, like it was her fault for you leaving. It was normal for Maria to throw all blame at her even if it was clearly not her fault.

She would check up on you daily, ask you for calls and meet ups at her place, sometimes she'd come to you herself, she just needed to see you and know that you're there.

Misaki

"No fucking way." She dropped to her knees in front of you, wrapped their arms around you and just held on. There was sobbing and bunch of questions, but they honestly didn't want to hear the answers, they just needed to hold you for a while longer.

They asked you if it's something they did, if you left because of her. She'd think that she disappointed you or that you were afraid of them because of their job as an assassin.

They'd stick around for a while, trying to not show their anxiety at the idea of you leaving again. She would calm down after a while, but still would text you even more often that before you were gone just in case.

He held your face between his hands, standing still and stiff in front of you. His eyes were travelling over your whole form, he couldn't form any words, he just looked at you and tried to understand the situation. "It... it really is you, my love."

He'd question you about the reasons behind your disappearance. He would feel differently depending on your answers, but the feeling of heartbreak would be the same no matter of your words and reasons. His whole world was ruined when every trace of you was gone and he will let it show.

Maybe he wouldn't cage you or put security all around your house to watch you, but Valentin would keep close to you and spend time with you, even his vigilante work could be pushed back just so he could get used to having you around again. All he needed was time to heal after losing you.

They found you yay

I hope it's happy ending enough <3

#killer chat #asks #killer chat ronin #ronin beaufort #angel killer chat #misaki killer chat #v killer chat #headcanons #character headcanons #valentin viljoen #misaki headcanons #misaki katsuo #maria de la rosa #angel headcanons #v headcanons #ronin headcanons

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critifan-666 · 3 days ago

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I've noticed in Vivziepop shows that all the annoyingly vulgar, supposedly charming, sex fiend type characters tend to be the male ones (Blitz, Chaz, Adam, Vox). Charlie doesn't escape the curse of every character needing to swear but otherwise she's the most normal in HH, alongside Husk.

Then there's female characters usually being loud & angry only. Stella, Vaggie, Loona... not Millie, but then again she's just a plot device & a shoulder to catch male tears on... Then there's most of these "kinds" of male characters being main characters, usually L(G)BT, and all the female characters are put to the side. Unsurprisingly, none of the female characters get to be as gay & vulgar & "sassy" & "cool" as the men get to be.

Like man. She really can write only one kind of character. Men are either vulgar but charming (and hyper-sexual all the time, like, my god), or in Stolas' case, the precious cry baby of the show- and female characters are "bitches" or just normal & happy with no further depth attached to them, at all. I'm sure that the male characters have only ever been given trauma / sob stories too, they all get backstories to love or feel bad for. Which, is a cheap way to try and give characters depth, but we'll go off that standard anyway since that's all we have to work with.

Where's all that care for Loona? Oh wait, she got one small weirdly displaced flashback of being adopted, and... her trauma is hating her dad. I guess.

Where's all that care for Charlie? Nothing in the land of backstories (yet), 0 demon princess trauma (apparently). Then we finally get a Millie backstory 2 seasons in... like that'll detract from the men constantly taking the spotlight from her. The episode about Millie's own family wasn't even about her.

And there's one flashback for Vaggie which is only because her character became a plot twist that was originally a major fandom headcanon (almost like Vivzie stole the idea. Just like with Cherry Bomb's character design!)

These shows were genuinely curated by not only an amateur, but a misogynist. (And, yes, a woman can be a misogynist.) I can only wonder how that'll turn out though, because the facade isn't sticking as much as it used to. Even back then though the veil was easy to see through. I can recall eons ago when the Hazbin Hotel pilot first released, and someone commented on how Angel Dust feels like all the worst stereotypes of a gay man stuffed into one overly sexualized character. I didn't believe it then, but now we see how true it is within the marketing and everything.

Very weird, biased character writing all around. It's crazy to me that people can find it funny or entertaining, because from how Vivzie handles her shows, I'd think they're ego pieces only made to give her a laugh (and sad emo yaoi furry trauma). That's ignoring the fact that her favorite oc is a depiction of a real life abuser who apparently isn't an abuser actually because his life is too sad for him to be one (LMAO). And now this self indulgent, amoral slop has gone corporate... HOO BOY

#anti helluva boss #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #anti hazbin hotel #anti vivziepop #hazbin critical #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique

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bunni-v1 · 2 days ago

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Fall

🍓Please please please please please don't look at me. Don't talk to me. Don't think about me. Please.

TW: Discussions of past abuse; Coping with trauma; Caleb is a little shit; Smut; Face riding; Caleb cums untouched

Info: Caleb x OC; Shameless smut, but with feeling

Mitsumi hated the fall, not because it was too cold or because she found the leaves falling ugly or inconvenient. In fact, she found fall to be a beautiful season full of warmth and excitement. The red yellows and oranges of the leaves, the soft breeze, the warmth of pumpkin pie. Seeing family and friends, carving pumpkins, and having little coffee dates. It was all wonderful. There were a million reasons she could list as to why she adored fall, but only one that made her hate it. Funny how it only takes one drop of poison to ruin a drink, just like how it ruined the season for her.

She tried not to let it show in her face when Caleb was around, but he could always just sense her unease. Ever since it happened, he had always taken extra care of her during the fall. He didn’t know what was wrong, she wouldn’t let him know out of fear. Still, he cared. It was sweet how much he cared about her. It made her feel guilty for not telling him, but every time she went to speak about it, the words caught in her throat and suffocated the sounds before they made it to her lips.

It was years ago, anyway, at this point, bringing it up felt useless. It wouldn’t change anything that happened, and it would only make him look at her… differently. She didn’t want that, she wanted the same old boring, normal, mundane daily life with him. So Caleb wouldn’t find out.

Besides, she felt she owed him some sense of normalcy, considering his situation. So, she pretended that there was nothing on her mind, and it worked well. Each year that passed, it became easier and easier to act like nothing had happened, having no reason to face the past and confront her pain. Instead, she focused on the present, on the little moments that they were allowed to share.

Like now, she sat quietly at a small table outside of a cozy little cafe, staring blankly at the hazy horizon. Caleb had insisted on running in and ordering for both of them, so she let him do as he pleased. He took such pride in caring for her. It was something she loved about him, something she was never really afforded before him. A listless sigh tumbles out of her mouth, leaning her head on her hands and shaking the thought off.

Today was supposed to be for her and Caleb, a late celebration of their anniversary since he was gone when it happened. She shouldn't be thinking about her ex as much as she was when he was there, but the season just brought her back. That achy, webbing nostalgia is stuffing up her lungs.

Her eyes flutter this way and that, scanning over the street and landing on a couple with their child, laughing and playing in the leaves together. A warm smile lights up her face, imagining herself and Caleb with a little boy sometime in the future. Caleb wanted a little girl, but she would rather have a carbon copy of him running around than her. Maybe one day they could run around in the leaves like a real family.

Someone bumps into her, stumbling a bit as they collide into the back of her chair with a groan. She reels back, checking to make sure Caleb wasn’t watching for the person's sake, and curling closer to the table to give the person more room to steady. The man jumps to look at her, meticulously styled and dyed blonde hair bouncing in place. Familiar honey brown eyes widen in surprise as he looks to her, sending a jolt of horror through her system. Jisung, the ex in question. He looks older now, more tired, but somehow just as handsome as always. Her throat feels tight as he seems to slowly recognize her, too, mouth falling into a frown and brow furrowed. Neither of them says a word at first, too tense to get a word out. He takes a deep breath, smiling awkwardly.

"Sorry, I'm... I'm a little clutzy." He jokes. She knows he's trying to play it off, pretend they don't know each other, but she doesn't want that. She doesn’t want him to run, not this time, not after all the pain and anger she’s sat with for years and years since high school.

She musters a smile, facing him now, "You always have been. I don’t know how many times you’ve almost plowed me over since we met."

The acknowledgment takes him aback, and he stares at her for a long moment before he huffs out a laugh. He resigned to her whims so quickly, as if he were waiting for it, wanting it too.

"I remember when I broke your guitar back when we first met for the band, you were so pissed," He recalls, "You told me I needed to get my brain checked for injury and wished death upon my firstborn."

She laughs, remembering it well, warmth flooding her chest with fondness. "I loved that thing more than life itself… Caleb scrounged up money from his part-time job just to get it for me… He was more angry than I was."

"I’m sure he was," he admits, "I felt so bad about breaking it, I knew how much instruments mean to their musicians."

She laughs, a little more free at the memory, almost as if nothing had happened between them in the first place, “Yeah. You came into rehearsals the next week with a brand new guitar and your tail between your legs.”

“It was expensive,” He chuckles, “Do you still have it? I mean, I wouldn’t blame you if you got rid of it. I, uh, I would’ve too.”

She bites her lip, sucking on the words caught in her throat. She never got rid of it, she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried. Everyone thought that she burned all the stuff he gave her, but she just couldn't get rid of that guitar. It was a reminder of who she had fallen in love with before he became a monster that haunted her for years. She doesn't think he should know about it, though. He didn’t deserve to know about the fondness that still lingered.

"It was probably one of the nicest things I'd ever been given," She says instead of the truth, settling her head back in her hands as if to tell him she was not bothered by his presence. To prove to him that he did not affect her the way she knows he did. To make him ache.

He goes to speak again, but there is a hot cup of coffee placed in front of her, cutting through their conversation abruptly. A warm arm wraps around her shoulder, pulling her into a comforting chest. Caleb is immediately on edge, as he always is when she speaks with other people. He is particularly annoyed at this guest, never having liked him even when they were in high school.

Caleb had adamantly warned her not to get involved with him all those years ago, and she ignored him. He was always too protective, but she wishes she had listened now. He was always better at reading people than she was; she was just to stubborn to admit that as a teenager.

Normally, his tendency to assess threats immediately would annoy her, but she appreciated the protectiveness now. Jisung immediately catches on to the nature of their relationship, nodding knowingly at the arm wound around her. It sends a jolt of pleasure through her spine, knowing that he could see she had moved on now, with Caleb no less, someone whom he hated back just as reverently as Caleb did.

"Food'll be out in a bit," Caleb says with a kiss to your temple, tone dripping with fake kindness, "I'm surprised to see you again, what was your name again... Jay- Josh-?"

"Jisung," he responds quickly, shrugging off Caleb's pointedness as best as he can. He was astute as ever, though it wasn't hard to tell when Caleb was upset about something. He made his grievances very obvious.

Mimi takes pity on him, though she really should let Caleb go at him for a bit longer. "It was a total coincidence bumping into him, literally. We were just… reminiscing about music and stuff. The old band we had."

Caleb hums, "Oh, I forgot all about that. You still talk to everyone, right?"

"Yeah... we're still all good," She comments, avoiding looking at Jisung.

"Sucks that the band broke up," Caleb sighs, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers, "You guys were good. Of course, you were the star, but the other guys were cool too, I guess."

She scoffs out a laugh at him, rolling her eyes, "Okay, okay, we get it."

"You were good," Jisung compliments, and Caleb licks at his gums, "Really, we probably wouldn't've lasted a day without your chops. Y'know, our director told me once that the reason he thought to get all of us together was cause he heard you and he knew he needed that voice on stage."

She flushed at the sudden genuineness coming from him, those flowery words he always seemed to have a way with hitting her hard. She remembered why she had fallen so easily and why she stayed for so long when things got bad. He just knew how to get her nervous, both good and bad. "He never told me that."

"You would've denied it," He responds warmly, too affectionate. Caleb's eyes narrow, and his grip tightens just slightly.

She jumps in before Caleb can question the tension out loud, "I'm just humble, I don't like taking praise I don't feel I deserve."

He nods, sighing in acknowledgment. She's glad when he doesn't press her anymore, getting the hint without her fighting him on it. He's silent for a few moments, then he sighs, "I should go."

"Aww, well, it was nice seeing you," Caleb chimes, sickeningly sweet. He's very close to the end of his patience, and she's glad Jisung is so perceptive to that.

He turns to leave with a little wave, Caleb visibly relaxing, but he stops short. The look in his eyes as he regards Mimi is something indescribable. It's a look she'd wanted him to wear all this time, but now that she sees it... she thinks it looks wrong on his face. Guilt was not his strong suit.

"Hey, I'm sorry," He starts, licking his lips before adding, "You deserved a lot better, way better than me, and I really hope you got it."

She takes a breath, a moment to collect her thoughts. She should just scream at him. She should let it all out, all the agony and pain and suffering he put her through. She should cuss him out, beat him as hard as he did her. Let Caleb take a few shots! She should be furious, raging. She wasn’t, though. Deep down, she never was. It wasn’t who she was, no matter how much she wanted to be.

She looks over to Caleb, and he’s tense, but watching her with a worry reserved only for her. She smiles, regarding Jisung again, "I did. I really did."

He smiles at her, and there is love still there, burning bright as ever. Just as quickly as she sees it, he turns away, and it’s gone again. A weight lifts off her chest, and as it does, the waiter comes over to set their food out for them.

Caleb does not immediately grill her about the interaction. He allows the two of them to enjoy their rare day out together, treating her like a princess. She almost thinks he forgets about it entirely, all smiles and loving words and gentle gestures. This collapses as soon as they walk into her apartment, sweetness melting away to a sour inside, a scowl resting on his face as he stands across her with his arms crossed.

"So, what was that little show with Jisung, hm?" He asks pointedly.

She sighs, swallowing down her nerves, "It's... It's complicated, and it's just gonna make you more mad."

He steps closer to her, "It's something I should be mad about, then."

"I guess so- I... It's so far in the past now. I feel like if I bring it up it'll just be a big deal-"

He takes another step, "You're gonna hide it from me? I thought we said no more secrets."

"It's not a secret, Caleb! It’s just difficult." She argues.

"Are you seeing him behind my back, is that it?" He asks, sharp, but there's a tremor in his voice.

"What- I would never! Caleb, how could you even think-"

"Then why are you being so secretive? It doesn't make sense, unless you're doing something- something-!"

"Caleb."

"Mitsumi."

She groans, running her fingers through her hair. The scrape is harsh, but it keeps her grounded in the moment. She wasn't ready to tell him. She didn't want him to think any less of her for going through what she did, for allowing herself to be treated the way she was, and of course for keeping it from him all this time. Firm fingers grasp her chin, bringing her face up to him in an iron-tight grip. He wasn't letting her run from this, not that she could run this time.

"You can tell me," He says, softer. The worry is clear in his eyes. Despite his demeanor, she knew he just wanted to keep her safe, he was only just learning how to do that alongside her now.

She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, and decides it is better to tell him than let that worry fester into resentment. "Please don't get mad at me for not telling you sooner, okay? I was scared and lost, and I thought you would... You would think less of me if you knew."

His hand slides to her cheek, soothing the skin there, "I could never think less of you."

She nods shakily and allows him to lead her to the couch. She recounts the abuse with a glazed look in her eyes, the fights, the manipulation, and how violent he would be when she made him really mad. She had to hide bruises from Caleb for fear of him finding out. The terror she felt going to class every day, and the relief she got when it was finally done. The anger and the terror and the resentment she’d lived with for so long tumbled from her mouth in a cluttered pile, but she couldn’t stop the flow of the words now that the dam had broken. She just confessed and confessed until she was gasping for air, bobbing her head amongst the ocean of her deepest fears and regrets.

She was shaking by the end of it, fingers squeezing his hand so tightly she was sure it would bruise in the morning. He listened to every word, holding his tongue, though he couldn't stop his foot from tapping angrily against the floor. She appreciated his patience, regardless, even though it was barely restrained.

She only looks at him when she's finished; she can feel the tremors in his body where she holds him, but she does not expect to see him crying when she looks up at him. His lip is trembling, his eyes are red and puffy, and she realizes she'd never seen him cry before. She frowns, feeling her own tears well up in her eyes. He reaches over with his free hand and scoops them up before they fall down her cheeks.

"Caleb..." She mutters, soft and shaky.

He shakes his head at her, "Don't worry about me, pips. I'm fine. I'm just... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

She moves in to hug him, and he pulls her onto his lap without a second thought. He holds her as if he could've lost her - as if she would fall apart without him there. She feels inclined to agree now. She allows him to cry into her shoulder as long as he needs, only pulling back when his shoulders stop shaking. She laughs at his puffy red eyes, rubbing his cheeks softly. He smiles up at her like she is the moon in the sky, kissing her palm with reverence.

She cups his face gently, fingers drawing over his jaw as if examining every sharp edge he had to offer. He was so handsome, and despite his flaws, he loved her so wholly. It was an all-consuming love that made her feel lost within it, but now it felt so comforting. To get lost in him would be a safe haven from her fear. She licks her lips, kissing him would certainly do wonders for her aching chest right now. So, she does just that, leaning down to press her lips to his.

The response is immediate, almost too intense in the way he reacts. He slots his mouth against her like he needed the connection to live, his lips taking the pace and making it move faster than she initially intended. His hands climb up her sides, squeezing the supple flesh there like savoring the feeling of her beneath his skin. His tongue swipes against her lips, and she allows him in without protest. He tastes sweet like the candy apples they'd shared earlier, their saliva mixing as he pushes his way further into her mouth.

He presses her hips into his, the impressive tent there sending a jolt through her body, earning him a surprised squeak. He swallows it up greedily, pressing himself even further into her mouth, like he wanted to hole up and live within it. She gets lightheaded at the sensation, air being stolen from her lungs with each desperate swipe of his tongue against hers.

She has to force him away from her, and even then, he chases after her mouth like a man possessed. When he cannot kiss her lips any longer, he switches focus and messily kisses down the side of her neck, across her collarbones, and down to the edge of her shirt. He looks up, almost sheepish, as he tugs at the hem of it. She lifts her arms wordlessly, and he tugs it and her bra off in one swoop.

He admires her breasts with nothing short of fascination, gripping them in his hands and squeezing with a hazy look. Those distant eyes come up to hers, almost in a trance, and he leans down to kiss the soft skin there. He makes a show of it, lapping over the exposed skin without breaking eye contact once, begging her to see how much he could love her. How much he cares. How much better he would be to her.

She rolls her head back when he licks over her nipple, groaning at the hardened little bud on his tongue. He takes great care to give both equal attention, playing with her chest for as long as he seems to like. His free hand moved her body against him for extra stimulation. It is erotic the way he handles her, and all the same, sweet and loving. She sighs when he lets up on her nipples, leaning her back on his lap for better access to her stomach. He supports her head with one hand, the other dancing down from her throat to her navel, stopping at the top of her skirt.

He breathes out as he admires her, utterly infatuated with her body and how it seems to bend and fit to his whims without him needing to ask. Oh, she deserved to be loved. And she would be, in a way only he could show her. No one else would get to know the way she moves for him, the way she sighs and sings his name. It was all his. She was all his. And Caleb treated his things well.

He adjusts to lie himself back on the couch, shuffling her up his abdomen until she is hovering over his face. She gasps when he tugs her panties to the side, shivering when he blows a puff of air directly over her swolled clit. A chuckle bubbles out from his chest, but she is too distracted to appreciate all the feelings.

"Caleb, I'll crush you," She worries.

He hums, adjusting her a bit so he could slot his lips against her properly when he sat her down, "That's the point, pips. Wouldn't be enjoyable if it were easy."

She huffs, indignant, "I prefer my boyfriend alive, thank you."

"Oh, but I'll die happily," he hums, easing her stubborn hips down to his face, "you can't possibly deny me this, can you?"

There’s a pout in his voice, and despite herself, she gives in almost immediately. Her hips hover just above him, and she hears him take a deep sniff right against her. It nearly gets her gasping, but he licks a long stripe up her middle that has her moaning instead.

"Oh fuck!" She cries out, hands instantly falling to grab at the couch.

He tugs her down, making sure she is fully sitting now, and practically ravishes her. Sucking and slurping like it was the greatest meal in the multiverse. She knows when he groans, the vibrations curling into her core, that she won't be walking tomorrow morning. She can’t find it in herself to care when his tongue prods at her entrance, wiggling as far as he can get it between her tight walls.

His jaw flexes with each disgusting slurp that comes from beneath her skirt, nose bumping against her clit as her drinks her. There's such a desperation in the way he laps at her, almost as if to prove to her that he loves her. That he can be the only one who loves her so well, because they were made for each other.

His hands are grabbing the fat of her thighs in a bruising grip, curling and uncurling his fingers over and over into the fabric of her skirt. She whines, curling over his head and digging her fingers into his hair roughly. He moans loudly into her, the sound forcing another one out of her. It was heaven on earth when his lips wrapped around her clit, suckling at the tiny pearl until she couldn’t think straight.

His hands grabbed at her ass, forcing her to move against his face. Hips moving in slow rolls as her thighs clenched around the sides of his face. She was too lost in the pleasure to worry about him breathing; he was a soldier anyway, and he would be fine. She couldn’t deny him this after all. Her orgasm was ripped out of her by a particulalry harsh suck, hips stuttering against his face, body quaking with the intensity of it.

Caleb chases after the sweetness that gushes out of her, slurping at the juices like it was made out of candy. It prolongs her orgasm quite a bit more than expected, so much so that she has to physically fight him off of her to sit back on his chest.

He is hazy-eyed and red in the face, covered in a layer of her slick, and smirking like he’d just won a billion dollars. His chest heaves beneath her, lungs gasping for air, but he is all too satisfied to care too much about her added weight. She nearly worried she’s broken him entirely, if not for the constant gentle squeeze of his hands on her ass.

It gets her rolling her eyes, “Are you happy with yourself?”

His smirk widens, nodding absently at the ceiling. An affectionate sigh falls past her lips, leaning into the couch cushions next to her as she admired the mess he made of himself. He really relished in her pleasure, though she felt bad leaving him needy. She turns a little to check on his friends, eyebrows raising in surprise when she finds a giant wet spot there instead. Certainly too big to come from her alone.

“Caleb, did you–”

“You taste so good, pips. I could go for seconds, seriously.” He teases, fingers tapping lightly on her rear as if asking her to come back.

“Oh my god, you’re unbelievable,” she laughs, pressing herself up and off his chest.

He pouts at her, but doesn’t stop her, simply sitting there with his arms above his head and enjoying the sight of her ass as she bends over to grab her shirt off the ground. He sighs whistfully, reaching over to grab another handful, only to be swat away like a petulant child.

“I can’t help the fact that my girlfriend is so amazing,” He sighs dramatically.

She scoffs, tugging her shirt back over her head. His hand came up again, this time grasping at her side tenderly. He smiles softly at her, trance officially broken and replaced with his usual sweet and caring demeanor. She is so lucky to have someone who looks at her like that– no, she is so lucky to have Caleb look at her like that. It’s a look she feels she doesn’t feel she deserve, but wouldn’t give up for anything in the world.

“I love you, you know that?” He asks with a surprising genuineness.

She smiles warmly, “I know. I love you, too.”

He tugs her to sit next to him, resting his head in her lap so she can run her fingers through his hair. He looks up at her with concern, face still covered in her sticky fluids, but still so genuine. She held back the laugh for his sake.

“I’ll never hurt you like that, ever.” He affirms.

She nods, “I know, Caleb. You don’t have to say it.”

“I do,” He insists, “And if I ever do hurt you, you better beat the ever-loving hell out of me, you understand? Don’t you ever let me disrespect you.”

She laughs, leaning down to kiss his forehead, “I promise I will beat the shit out of you if you hurt me, okay?”

“Good,” He hums, satisfied.

There is a long pause, then he smiles up at her, “I was serious about seconds.”

“Caleb.”

#lads x oc #oc #lads oc #love and deep space #lads caleb #love and deepspace caleb #lnds caleb #caleb x oc #lnds #bunni's treats 🧁

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jbk405 · 2 days ago

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I just watched the PBS "Great Performances" recording of Next to Normal. Wow.

I saw Next to Normal during its original Broadway run, and again by a very small touring company. I haven't seen the show in its entirety since then, but I've got the soundtrack in active rotation.

This performance didn't suck me in immediately. I suppose it's because I'm comparing it to the memory and long-term exposure to the original cast recording. But when Diana was having her opening manic episode that comes to a crisis with making sandwiches on the floor, it didn't feel shocking in-and-of-itself. If I didn't know what was going on, I feel like I would have said "What's the big deal?" when the rest of the characters treated it so seriously. Plus, and maybe it's just because I'm so much older now, but Gabe in the original show had a presence which I just didn't feel here.

But that changed as the show went along. I'd say the first moment that hit me was during "I Am the One" as Diana and Dan are arguing while Gabe intermixes, and the camera suddenly cut to a shot of Natalie huddling at the top of the stairs. That was perfect camerawork because it transformed everything from a musical performance, to two parents arguing while their daughter hides in her room and hears EVERYTHING.

That was a perfect exploitation of the recorded format. Natalie was probably visible on the stairs in the theater version I saw, but I didn't notice her because my attention was on the singing actors.

Later in the show I felt Doctor Madden in a way I never had before. I don't know what the actor did, but I felt a passion and an energy from him that's not in the original cast recording. After the treatments have failed and her delusions return, Diana decides to embrace them and abandon all further treatments, and Madden is trying so hard to keep her from giving up. He's throwing out new treatment methods, alternative options, bringing back stuff they've tried before, all to get her to keep trying. He's pleading like a man who wants to save a life. It's not Professional Concern, it's real human caring.

The part that hit me the hardest was the "I Am the One" reprise. That's always one of the hardest hits in the show (always), but with the camera focus on Gabe it felt downright sinister this time. I've never given any serious consideration to the "Gabe is a real spirit and not just a delusion or manifestation of guilt" theory, but this just may have convinced me. He seems almost predatory as he lurks and attaches himself to Dan. With the way he was crouched on top of the table he almost looked like he was about to leap at Dan.

The recording isn't perfect, of course. The swearing censorship is clunky and obvious, and at times breaks both the flow of dialogue/lyrics and also the emotional impact of what's being said. Plus the censorship of "sucks" to "stinks" is just stupid. But that's the nature of the beast when a show is prepared for TV broadcast.

The recording is available to stream in its entirety on the PBS website until 6/30/25.

#Next to Normal #PBS #Musical Theatre #Theatre #Great Performances #Proshot

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rainbowkittyblossomwings · 2 days ago

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Gravity Falls analysis post that I'm just screaming into the void... Was watching Gravity Falls with my sister, and haven't been able to shake what she said about Soos and the Real Girl out of my head, about how isn't it pretty awful that people are trying to push him into a "real" relationship/forcing him to have a relationship and shaming him for not having one for Reggie's party? His abuelita says he's a man now, it's time for him to start meeting girls. There's this sort of pressure to have a standard heterosexual relationship that I really didn't like.

And that made me think, especially in the context of the episode, about how invested Soos gets in this relationship with this dating sim woman who is not an actual real person. One of the thing's he says about looking for a woman, is he's worried about a lifetime of loneliness. It's not something like "Girls are so pretty and I do not have one." or anything to do with women specifically at all. It's just a desire for companionship he's looking for so he can avoid a lifetime of loneliness. Dipper said "Soos, can a computer game go to Reggie's engagement party with you?" It wasn't something like 'if you want a girlfriend there's one right there for you,' or 'a video game does not have intelligence or a real personality.' No, it was that Giffany can't physically go to a party to adhere to society's normality. That's her real flaw. He later dumps Giffany because of this conversation, because he has to think long-term, and she's too "beep-boop" (not real.) But he admits he's having trouble deciding between two things he likes, but he doesn't know what's right for him.

And by the end of the episode Soos has "moved on" from "fake" relationships to "real" relationships with Melody. He immediately asks her to go to Reggie's party with him after their date which was not as bad as her date with the magician, because his main want was "someone to go to Reggie's party with" because he was pressured to. It wasn't 'I have a crush on Melody am doing this solely for me.' Part of the appeal to him was clearly still the pressure he's being put under by Abuelita. He also says when she says she'll still be in town "A relationship with a girl that I can only see through my computer...sounds perfect!". He does not seem disappointed about this at all/and I've known many allo people who are disappointed by LDRs since they can't hug or kiss their partner as frequently. And anyway all of this sort of speaks to me as someone asexual. It's an experience that I'm sure other asexual people have felt before, that LDR relationships or relationships over the computer are a lot less intimidating/scary/because they don't have that pressure of social conventions to have sex or kiss. Both my gf's and my first relationship were LDRs (not with each other) because it didn't feel "real' and "scary." When Soos meets Melody, he talks to her as if he's hanging out with a new friend. He calls her a nice lady, and although she is very clearly into him, it takes Mabel and Dipper telling him that he accidentally asked her out on a date to register interest/the possibility of that. (I'm sure other asexual people have also set up platonic hang out time with someone only to learn they did not pick up on the social cue of attraction/and that they are not on the same page with the new friend. I often fear that I have "accidentally" flirted with someone, when I'm just complimenting them.)

Anyway, my read is that Soos is asexual, and that the people in his life sort of shamed him a bit to have a "normal" relationship, but with Melody one of the draws was a middle ground. A "normal" relationship + before the end of the show where she moves back to Gravity Falls/none of that pressure.

Obviously Giffany had other negatives about her besides the whole "not being real" but one of the thing's Soos likes about her is that she predictable. I could see an argument being made here that one of the good things about being predictable is not having this intimidation when it comes to sexual acts. It was probably just him being shy/having some level of social anxiety/inexperience when it comes to relationships, but I also like this interpretation. The only other relationship we see Soos have is with pig girl, who kissed him because she thought he still had Waddles's personality/was that bold, and he kinda just listens to her as she cries about how different she is/does not seem that broken up once she dumps him. He DOES ask if they can kiss again/if that's an option which does imply he likes kissing, but some ace people do! He never says anything like "she's beautiful" for pig girl.

I also realized that looking at the transcripts, when Soos says Melody looks nice, it's because Mabel coached him to say that. The only one he really calls "pretty" is Giffany for her sparkley eyes. (Which super valid. I agree, Soos.) Anyway, it's crazy to me that there was more sexual chemistry between Stan and Old Goldie that episode than Soos and Melody. And I thought I'd share why I personally headcanon Soos as asexual! This post was kinda a mess. Sorry about that!

#meta #analysis #text post #gravity falls #asexuality #soos/melody #Soos Ramirez #rainbow chats #giffany #This is not a negative soos/melody post in anyway. I love asexual relationships #personally despite this post my favorite gravity falls ace headcanon is still bill cipher #a strong ace case can be made for Ford too “attracted to logic and preparation”

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