#in the throes of war. they meant something to each other. romantic or not they meant something very precious to each other

[dirt-str1der]

WHY DID YOU FEEL THE NEED TO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR AROACE SENKU HEADCANON ON MY GAY SENKU AND TRANS REI POST

Just finished Dr Stone Reboot

[missoneminute]

I can’t help but find it strange that p+c have always been so open about so many taboo topics, but have mostly denied any sexual aspect to their own relationship (aside from ‘physicality has ensued’ - which could have meant fighting - everything else has been a denial). Even though there does seem to be proof out there, plus the fact that they were always all over each other on stage. Why deny? Not wanting to be pegged as a certain type of band? A need for privacy (which makes sense except for all the on stage stuff)? Maybe they really never did (in which case, were they ever accused of queerbaiting)? I don’t expect you to know, just wondered what your thoughts are!

Hello! You wanna know my god’s honest opinion?

I think some stuff went down once or twice (probably when out of their skulls), then they avoided eye contact for two days after, and they’ve never wanted to be defined by something they probably felt weird about and that is quite private. That’s genuinely my opinion. I won’t be convinced that nothing at all happened even if they said it to my face. I think it’s Occam’s razor in this case. A lot that adds up to something pretty obvious, but I also don’t believe and won’t ever believe it was anything significant, ongoing or committed. I think they had a weird fucking relationship that was highly codependent and anyone who has been in one of those knows at some stage after a few shandies bodies get explored. I also wrote basically an essay on this topic said much more eloquently than this a while back so I will reblog that in a second. Regarding the on stage stuff… honestly I think they just enjoy it. I’m sure there’s some element of playing it up here and there but overall I think they like doing it, it brings them a lot of comfort, and it’s also just how they are - they’re very tactile with each other off stage too, they’re just extremely used to touching each other and finding comfort in that, to the point where they even did it almost involuntarily during the 2010 reunion while still being in the throes of a war. They’d just gravitate, because they have such well defined maps to one another that they drift close without trying. As for queer baiting - oh yeah they were absolutely accused of it. They still are. And I don’t think they NEVER do it. Makes sense to lean into that expectation if it’s enjoyable for you. For me where that accusation falls down, is it’s one thing to look a little cosy on stage to get the fangirl pulses going, it’s another to post pained romantic diatribes online, collage entire diaries full of weird longing and write boundless songs that frame your relationship romantically. But ultimately I don’t think much went on physically speaking. If it did they might have released some of their god awful tension which screams of unfulfilled “feelings”. Like Roger Sargent once said, they needed to get a room. Couldn’t have made it any worse I guess. X

[c-is-for-circinate]

Post-ep 106 reaction

I have many disparate thoughts tonight, and as usual I’m sure I’ll be more coherent tomorrow if I remember to post at all, but here are some things I’m thinking right now:

Someday, SOMEDAY, I am going to put together the essay I’ve been sitting on for ages about Critical Role (and d&d in general) and how it impacts the dynamics of religion to turn gods into actual people who you can have individual person-like relationships with.  It is far too late for that tonight, but I am SAYING IT NOW because fuck, it’s coming.

I think I’m finally on board with Beau and Yasha.  I’ve fluttered between vaguely interested and vaguely disappointed for such a long time, not because I don’t adore both Yasha and Beau and their interactions with one another, but because in some ways it just felt so very... “these are the two lesbians, they are the Only Two Lesbians In The Main Cast, of course they’re endgame,” and that bothers me as both a queer lady and as a storyteller.  Tonight’s glorious awkwardness aside, though (and fuck that awkwardness was glorious), I’m having some real feelings about the fundamental attractiveness of someone being attracted to you. Pining for someone unattainable is romantic, of course, but it gets old, and grown-ups learn how to get over it sooner or later.  Pining for someone who might be unattainable but might not be, well, that’s complicated, and that can go on for ages, but the longer a situation like that goes on, the more it becomes something you don’t expect or even really want to be resolved.  If you really thought it could work, you’d say something.  And there’s a lot of emotion that goes into wishing something could work, and hoping maybe it could, and wanting-but-not-daring, and complicated layers of self esteem, etc etc etc, but-- Look, you can pine for the perfect unattainable maybe-straight girl who you’ll never have to negotiate an actual relationship with forever, but sometimes right in front of you there’s somebody who actually looks back when you look.  And that looking back is worth so much.  It means so much.  It’s worth choosing to look at someone who looks at you back.  That’s a love story I’m here for.

Partway through the episode I was thinking about my meta for tonight, and I was thinking about Beau and Yasha, and it occurred to me to wonder just why the fuck there’s shipping discourse everywhere you look in CR fandom these days.  I know it’s always been around, but it’s felt so virulent lately, and I wondered why, and then I came up with a theory for part of it. I think it’s been really easy to focus on ships lately because the characters are mostly at a point in their own personal journeys where a lot of their other, intense and non-romantic development has...not ended, and not even gone away, but reached a natural plateau for the moment.  The war between the Empire and the Dynasty is over, and the Mighty Nein made it happen.  Holy shit, right?  It meant so much, and it cost so much, and it forced them to make decisions and grow and choose sides and stick to things in ways they never had before, and it was so much all the time.  And meanwhile in the background, Fjord kicked a patron to the side and got a new goddess, and Veth battled alcoholism and lost and won and lost and then also got her fucking body and family back, and Beau faced her father and Caleb faced Trent and Caduceus found his family and Yasha lost herself and then found herself and then had to face what she found.  It’s been so much, for so long. And now it’s not, really, any more.  Sure, they all still have issues--but those issues are for the moment avoidable.  Caduceus’s family is safe and his duty is discharged and he doesn’t have to deal with the reasons why he didn’t go home with them if he just keeps not going home.  Veth doesn’t know how to be a mother and a wife and an adventurer, but hey, she’s on Rumblecusp now, right?  It’s the same for (ALMOST) all of them: personal growth has been exhausting and they are Not Worrying About It right now. Which leaves room for character analysis to head in a more romantic direction.  And yes, it is super fucking pertinent that the one character who is drowning in the very throes of intense personal arc stuff is Jester--the object not just of various party members’ affection, but of 95% of shipping vitriol that’s been thrown around lately.  She’s the one person who is too busy dealing with or trying not to deal with her own shit to have time for romance right now, and she’s the center of everyone’s focus--of course it’s a mess. And like, I think about “no romance before level 10!”, and I think about how these characters have grown and changed, and I think this particular plateau is pertinent not just because it’s a resting place for these character arcs, but also because of where these characters have gotten to.  Right now, finally, finally, the M9 have each collectively and individually figured out so much about who they are.  They know themselves, what they want and care about and will stand for, so much better than they did at the beginning of the campaign.  What they don’t know yet, and the question they’re all vaguely avoiding and feeling their way around the edges of trying to answer, is what happens next? And romance is part of that.  Falling in love is about saying I want, which most of the M9 have just barely grown into being able to admit.  Actual romance and relationships are in a sense about saying I can have.  Not just the wanting, but the getting.  Making choices, going after things, making plans for the future--that’s all inherent in the situation. And those are the things the M9, without a clear direction or goal in sight, are set up to start really tackling next.  Which puts them in a position where romance is an obvious and focal part of character interactions.  Both for themselves, and for us as audience.

At some point, I need to do some serious thinking about Beau and Caducues, and about when and where we see Beau actually asking for things.  She asks him for things: tea, more tea, food, caretaking things, but she doesn’t whine at him for healing spells like she’ll whine at him for caffeine, just offer a general “I mean, if anyone wants to do some healing” to the group.  It’s interesting.  I’m interested.  I think I’d need to backwtch some episodes to decide what I think.  (But also: Caduceus gives Beau things, readily and sometimes even more than the others.  He gives her Tongues and Holy Weapon.  And what does that mean, for him?)

I know there was more but that has hit the limit of what I can do at 1:30 AM.  Thank you, all, and have a good night.

[riviae]

so this is long & rambly but i’ve been working on this for awhile now.... anyway, starts out very introspective!regis-y but becomes geralt/regis fluff real quick lol. hope y’all enjoy: 

Before crossing paths with a witcher who proved himself to be a man worth following into the very jaws of death, the seasons hadn’t meant much to Regis. 

He knew the cycle of things--life and death, warmth and cold, planting and harvesting--but he was an outsider to these things just as everything else on the Continent. Time passed. Wars were fought. Blood was shed. Empires rose and fell. All the while, Regis remained, burdened by an immortal life lived alone. To take part in humanity, to love it to some extent, but disappear into the shadows when a curious eye took interest in him. When a hand reached out--something that rarely occurred, unless holding a sword, pitchfork, or torch--he knew it was time to pack up and leave, lest he get too attached. 

Self-preservation, for higher vampires, was confined to the affairs of the heart and the mind--their bodies were not in danger of ruin, but memories and emotions were often ruinous for his kind. 

Yet, whatever contentment he could find as a bystander to the world’s happenings and goings was dashed the moment he met Geralt. All those years ago, Regis had fled from Dillingen to his home in Fen Carn, a cottage in the midst of an elven cemetery, in an attempt at avoiding the ever-encroaching war. 

And in perhaps the same cosmically infinitesimal chances of the Conjunction of Spheres occurring, Regis’ entire life changed at the sight of milk-white hair and amber cat-like eyes. He stepped out of his hiding spot, brushed away the stray leaves that clung to his clothes, and faced his destiny with a reserved, tight-lipped smile. 

He’s a witcher, Regis thought, the wolf medallion at the man’s sternum sparking a tiny flame of uneasiness in the vampire’s gut. Then, a more logical thought followed: I’ve always wanted to meet a witcher under amicable circumstances and now, here one is, practically at my doorstep. What luck! 

As his journey with Geralt and the hansa continued, as they traveled and fought, bled and healed, wintered in a land akin to a fairytale, Regis had a startling realization. Something had thawed inside him and he was fairly certain it was the stirrings of love. Like a change in season, like the subtle shift from winter to spring, where one wakes in the morning and sees that all the snow has seemingly melted in the night, unaware of the slowly melting ice with each sunny day until it was completely gone, so Regis was caught unaware by what he felt for the hansa--by what he felt for Geralt in particular.

Just how far would he go for these humans? How much would he sacrifice for these flickering beacons of light, here one moment, gone in the next? It was the ghost of himself--the monster he once was--that would have asked these questions. But the Emiel Regis Rohellec Terzeiff-Godefroy of the present loved his friends even more for their fragility, their tenacity in the face of a world that seemed at the ready to send them into an early grave. Love, he decided, staring at the smiling faces of the hansa at their breakfast table in Beauclair Palace, was a good enough reason to die for--and a good enough reason to live for, when he was on the cusp of nothingness. When any other sentient being would have longed for death in the throes of agony, Regis held on. For them. 

Memories spilled from his head at the first touch of magic-touched flames, nails clawing helplessly at the air. Fear burned him alive, ate away at his flesh until nothing but a pillar of ash remained. It was a pain worse than anything he had felt before--worse than anything he could have ever fathomed. He was neither alive nor dead, but something grotesquely stuck in the middle, unable to pass on to the comforting abyss of oblivion. 

Between the coldness of fear and not-death, between the pain of a body futilely attempting to regenerate from nothing, Regis did find some respite. He dreamed. And dreamed. And dreamed. He was transported to memories of the past, and while some were happier than others, even the painful recollections felt better than the aching emptiness that threatened to swallow his consciousness whole. 

Angouleme’s encouraging laughter whenever he used one of her... unique phrases. A warning pinch from Milva when he veered too far off topic, followed by an apologetic, but brief pat of his hand. A comfortable silence between himself and Cahir as they stayed up to guard the group during the night, sharing a small tincture of mandrake hooch to pass the time. Dandelion’s rapt attention to Regis’ stories, one time so transfixed that he caught his sleeve on fire as they all sat around the campfire and didn’t even notice. Geralt telling him about Ciri, voice warm, eyes crinkled in a rare unguarded expression of fondness. 

He thought back on his journal entries, the once severe, cerebral scrawl now sprinkled with mentions of the hansa. 

Angouleme somehow stole a dozen baguettes from the last tavern we stopped at and took only a quarter of one for herself before distributing the rest to the unfortunate people living in the slums of the city--and I never would have noticed (her prowess as a bandit is not something to be dismissive of, regardless of her youth) if she hadn’t also tried to search through my satchel while I “slept” in the hopes of finding olive oil to spread over her bread. For a child raised by cruelty, her morals are far better than mine when I was her age--or, rather, when I was developmentally at her age. Well, better in certain respects. She’s been quite a menace to the echelon of Toussaint... 

Milva means to show me how to hunt like humans do, meaning that I must learn how to be an archer. I don’t have much skill with human weapons--for nothing is as deadly as a pair of claws or teeth built to pierce and bleed flesh--but I will try my best all the same. Perhaps after this we can continue our reading lessons. For as much as she bemoans academics and learning for the sake of learning (as in things not readily helpful in her everyday survival), she is a naturally charming and brilliant pupil. Her “common sense,” as Angouleme often calls it, has kept us from harm plenty of times--which is why her ability as a student doesn’t surprise me. Now, if only she would stop climbing up a tree whenever our lessons start to bore her... 

Cahir, to my surprise, has taken on the role of doing the laundry for the group. Granted, we all have very few vestments to spare, but what clothes we do have that can reasonably benefit from a soak, Cahir takes and washes in the lake. Which, while I appreciate the sentiment immensely, I still found myself mildly panicked when I went to dress in the morning and my trousers were nowhere to be found. The man is quite young, probably no more than twenty-two years, but he has an old soul, as the saying goes. I would not be surprised if he finally grows sick of war, having grown up in an Empire where bloodshed is the status quo, and decides to make his living as a fisherman or farmer after we reunite Geralt with his ward. I sincerely hope that he gets the chance. 

Dandelion, ever the poet, has shown me his latest ballad. And imagine my surprise when I realized it was about me despite my immense caution on writing anything regarding higher vampires at all. It’s incredibly vapid--a shame, since he is quite the wordsmith when not preoccupied by romantic affairs--but I admit, if it were published, it would become popular within a week. He took the story of my youth and twisted it into something nearly unrecognizable, save for the titular character being named Rex. A two-crown romance with the nominative case of my name attached... perhaps this is a caution to everyone: never make friends with a writer if you value your privacy. 

Geralt dozed off beside me with his head on my shoulder. Now, him sleeping close to me is not all that uncommon--we spent many nights as a company huddled around a dwindling campfire together. What was uncommon was that he sought me out--practically barged into my room--to take his late afternoon nap... all the while I remained as still as a statue, attempting to process the sudden show of affection. Toussaint had softened Geralt in a way, so much in fact, that he apparently saw no harm in falling asleep next to a higher vampire, his swords still leaning in the corner of his room. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of his unusual straightforwardness. Where others might embellish their words, dress them up (or down) to suit their agenda, Geralt forgoes words entirely, instead letting his actions speak with a refreshing honesty. I heard the “I trust you, Regis,” as clear as day.

He thought back to all the times were his cowardice had kept him from voicing his feelings and it paralleled to his past, as if he were the same blood-abusing fiend of his youth. Centuries had passed and glimpses of the same shy, timid vampire who drank blood to be accepted, to make friends, only to lose himself in addiction, still rose to the surface. Blood was no longer a problem, but the fear of otherness, of being ostracized by those he cared about, still tempered his actions. And he was absolutely tired of it.

It was then that Regis made a vow to himself: If I live, If I become whole again, I will tell him the truth. He got his chance almost a decade later, when he was as whole as anyone could be after regenerating from nothing but dust and a drop of blood.

After Dettlaff was placated, no longer a danger to himself or others, Regis visited Geralt at Corvo Bianco. It was summer then, a season that saw him at the witcher’s door just as the last of the rows of sunflowers turned towards the sunlight in the midday heat. 

He knocked on the front door, politeness dictating his actions. A disheveled witcher opened the door, familiar cat-eyes widening marginally at the sight of Regis, as close to a slack-jaw moment of surprise as anyone were bound to get from Geralt. 

“Expecting someone else?” Regis teased, clutching the strap of his satchel as he crossed the threshold into Geralt’s home. He gave a cursory glance about the homestead--it had been decorated fairly well since the last time he visited to drop off the mutagenerator. In fact, the interior was downright cozy, a far cry from what he imagined a witcher keep to look like. 

No matter what Geralt says, his years spent on the Path have influenced him. Only someone who expects to wake in the morning would bother to decorate their home--or to have a home at all. 

The witcher shook his head, long, tangled locks spilling over his shoulders as he scratched tiredly at his beard. “Wasn’t expecting anyone. Thought if it was you though that you’d let yourself in.” 

Regis held his tongue, wanting nothing more than to sit Geralt down and trim his beard. He knew from their time with the hansa that the witcher preferred to be clean-shaven, but hated trimming it himself. The vampire pushed the thought aside. “While I could have simply misted through your window, I didn’t wish to give you a fright.”

“How considerate,” Geralt said, voice rough but teasing. “You chose to wake me instead of letting yourself in.” 

“I assumed you’d be awake. I didn’t realize that respectable vineyard owners slept in until noon.” 

Geralt rolled his eyes at the well-natured jab before walking to his room, leaving the door open behind him. Regis remained in the foyer, focusing his attention on the rather impressive collection of witcher armor that Geralt had acquired. Yet, his supernatural hearing made it impossible not to eavesdrop to some extent; he heard the rustling of fabric and the soft thud of an article of clothing hitting the wooden floor. 

“Hey, Regis,” Geralt drawled. 

“Yes?” he replied a beat too quickly, turning towards the open door. 

“...Gonna get in here? Or do I need to invite you into every room?” 

Scrambling somewhat, the vampire entered just as Geralt tugged a clean white linen shirt over himself. At meeting the witcher’s gaze, the man gave a wide grin. “You came at a good time. I’ve actually got something for you. But close your eyes first.” 

“Geralt, what are you--” 

“Shh. Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” 

A brief flash of fond irritation flickered in Regis’ expression as he gave a long sigh, but obeyed, shutting his eyes. He listened to the tempo of Geralt’s heart-rate, the usual slow and steady rhythm having quickened by a few beats. Ah, so he’s excited, Regis mused. Even witcher mutations couldn’t rob him of the biochemistry of his sympathetic nervous system. Then, a sour thought: I hope this isn’t the last time I get to witness such a jovial mood. 

The sound of his heartbeat grew stronger as the man approached, some sort of fabric draped in his arms, if the rustling earlier was any indication. Gently, Geralt placed the mystery item in Regis’ arms and backed away, the old floorboards creaking under his weight. 

“Happy birthday, Regis.” 

The vampire opened his eyes to see Geralt smiling warmly at him. Peering down, he couldn’t stop the look of absolute surprise upon his features, mouth agape.

“This is...” Regis trailed, fingers running delicately over the soft fabric, briefly pausing to rub his thumb against the black fur which lined the inside. 

“It’s not the exact cloak, given what happened at Stygga Castle,” Geralt paused, briefly wincing at the horrid memory, “But I thought you’d appreciate a new one.” 

Regis opened his mouth and then immediately closed it, unable to find the words to express how much the gift meant to him. You remembered... years passed and you still remembered. 

“I know you can’t feel heat or cold like humans do, but...” he shrugged, a hint of sheepishness in his posture, a hand rising up to rub at the back of his neck. “It’s been weird not seeing you with one. You never took that damn thing off so I thought it must have meant something to you.” 

“Geralt,” Regis finally replied once he found his voice again. It was the only warning he gave before the vampire laid the cloak on the bed and moved to seize the witcher in a tight embrace. 

Geralt looped his arms around Regis’ back in return, chuckling. He made no attempt at ending the embrace even as the time spent pressed together stretched on. “So... guessing you liked the gift, huh?” he finally asked, leaning into the gentle swaying of their bodies. 

When Regis spoke, it was barely past a whisper, but Geralt heard him all the same. “Thank you. Thank you for listening to me--for knowing me. Thank you, above all else, for being my friend.” 

“I think I should be thanking you. All I got you was a cloak--but you helped bring Ciri home. Almost gave up your life. Can’t imagine that... risking your immortality for someone like me.”  

“Geralt,” Regis started, pulling away to stare the witcher in the eyes, expression serious, “You are exactly the kind of person that inspires sacrifice. You have a noble heart and, despite your best attempts at proving otherwise, it is a heart full of compassion for others. I know you would have done the same if our roles had been reversed.” 

The witcher was silent then. When he finally managed a response, he did so while clasping Regis’ shoulder. It was something the vampire had noticed ever since meeting Geralt again--the man was more tactile than he’d been before his regeneration. As if he was making sure that Regis was real. Alive. Of flesh and bone. Not something that would crumble at his touch or slip through his fingers like a ghostly apparition. 

“I don’t know if I deserve your kind words, Regis. i haven’t always been... noble. There are things I haven’t told you about. Things that pertain to you.” At this, Geralt’s grip on his shoulder faltered and he pulled away suddenly, as if he were expecting to be hurt. “Truth is, I’ve been keeping a secret.” 

Regis blinked in surprise, a retort resting on the tip of his tongue, but he paused. He noticed, for the first time, that Geralt did look genuinely nervous. Geralt had never looked nervous in his presence--at least not because of Regis. The thought left a sour taste in his mouth all the same.

The vampire took a step forward. If Geralt was also planning to tell him a long-kept secret, then he wanted to tell his own confession first. While he still had the courage to do so. “I too have kept something from you, Geralt. I hope we can still remain as close as we were after this... revelation, if you will. But I understand if you’d prefer some time away from me afterwards.” 

“I doubt there’s anything you could say that would make me want you to keep your distance, Regis. Not after Stygga.” 

Regis gave an attempt at a half-hearted chuckle. “Hearing you say that really warms my heart--especially the certainty in your voice--but I’m afraid that what I need to say will change the course of our relationship, for better or worse. You see, Geralt, I’m... quite fond of you.” 

“I’m fond of you as well...” Geralt replied, confusion twisting his features. “Is that really your big secret?”

“Oh, for the love of--” Regis cut himself off, reaching instead with one hand to encircle Geralt’s wrist while the other cupped Geralt’s cheek. “I love you, you stubborn witcher. I’ve loved you for awhile now, really. Even before Stygga. You’re incredibly easy to fall in love with, though I see now that you’re completely oblivious to this trait.” 

Regis’ hold was gentle, light--something Geralt could easily pull away from if he wished to. But he didn’t. Staring into his own reflection within the coal black of the vampire’s eyes, Geralt closed the gap between them, answering Regis’ confession with his own: a kiss. 

Between kisses, Geralt paused, huffing out a short breath. “...You know, I’m feeling like a fool for not telling you that I loved you sooner, Regis.” 

“Likewise. Which is not something I feel all that often.” 

At this, they both laughed before resting their foreheads against each other. It had been a long road to this--to love--but it was well-earned. Later, Regis’ cloak found a home within a closet in Corvo Bianco. Though the weather in Toussaint was rarely cold enough to warrant a fur-lined cloak, Regis wore it as often as he could, but Geralt left an empty hanger in the closet all the same--just in case. 

Seasons hadn’t meant much to Regis... but now, watching the morning sunlight from the bedroom window pool against the witcher’s back, he felt a tug of warmth at the first touch of Fall, at the chance of donning his cloak and the memory of the day it was gifted to him. He didn’t want to replace the painful memories, the memories of those he loved but lost, but he also knew that somewhere, surely, Milva, Cahir, and Angouleme were smiling down at them. And that was a sense of peace with his past that he wouldn’t trade for the world. 

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

SALTY ASKS uhhh, 4 8 15 16 & 23?

Thank you, Randy! 

4. Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP? 

- Keep any and all romantic BB/Rae away from me. I don’t care what version, what AU, what rationale, I just don’t like their dynamic. I see absolutely NO romantic potential there. (I have seen.... two stories, in the entire history of Me Reading Fanfiction, wherein they were in-character, developed, and actually okay together. And one of those was my very favorite Raven RPer.) But the vast majority of the fanbase? Yuck. One or both are always out-of-character. Things are taken out of context. The foundation for their relationship seems to be whipped up from nothing. Canonically, they... literally mocked each other in the cartoon, barely even spoke to each other in the original comics, only had a relationship in recent comics when the writers had them Very Out of Character (or randomly got smacked back together, esp. in the end of TT v3? why even bother???)... It’s just, a really bad ship all around. I will unfollow people for not tagging it, it’s that bad. Bro-ship between them is on thin fucking ice.

- And then there’s... t/endershipping. (In Yugioh-- Ryou and Yami Bakura.) Oh gods. This one’s worse. Because it is legitimately an abusive dynamic. I mean, bullying, forcing someone to go against his wishes, threatening his friends, twisting selfish actions to say they were selfless, literally injuring him to use his injury as blackmail, not to mention inuring him in the throes of will-battle, and then there’s the literal spiritual possession thing. You know, “forces your will/consciousness to fuck off so I can do whatever I want in disguise as you” kind of dynamic? What the Fuck? There’s no trust, no respect, literally NOTHING to build ANY kind of POSITIVE relationship on, and all the TRAUMA that spirit put Ryou through is absolutely NOT the kind of thing that should make ANYONE fall in love?! I genuinely WORRY for the people who see what the spirit of the ring did to him, and think “they’d be cute together”. Gods. Gods!

(I’m also hugely squicked out by memory/shipping, Ryou+Aigami, because? What? The fuck? Did you not SEE what he DID to him?! FUCKING NO?? But luckily the t|endershippers tend to be the memory/shippers too, so they’re fairly easily blocked.)

- I also have jas|pis blacklisted because Canonical Abusive Relationships are Not Dynamics I Enjoy At All, thank you. Especially not when their conversations sound like something right out of the things I witnessed in my mother’s own life. (I have no idea how popular it is because I’ve been blacklisting and blocking it since the moment I found out it exists.)

- Also: It’s not at all popular and not something I see often, but: I’m just squicked in general by terra\ven, because while I can see how a thing might be developed, I’m not the kind of person who can look at their Canon History and Interactions and think, “How romantic!” Bad communication, festering hatred, picking at each others’ weaknesses, mutual toxicity, and attempted murder don’t make a good backdrop for a relationship. Yikes.

8. Have you received anon hate? What about?

Kind...of? I’ve gotten asks hating on blog appearances, fandom opinions, and General Negativity, but nothing hating on me as a person.

The headcanon blog I help moderate got an ask once that could’ve started a shipping war (basically like, “How can people possibly ship RobRae?”), but I like to think I handled it well because I redirected that before it could explode.

Honestly, most of my anon hate came from fanfic.net reviews back in the “mary-sue” witch-hunt days. (The funny thing was, at the time I didn’t even know what that accusation meant. 8P )

15.  Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?

I liked the Yugioh manga better in black/white than in color! (The! big! mystery! about! Ryou’s! eyes!! continues!! to stump!!! and frustrate me!!!!! For context: this one character has had his eyes colored brown, green, blue, lavender, gray, black, dark purple, magenta, red, and seafoam green! [x] What the HELL color are his EYES.) 

And for the record, in the advance copy of the “Games” graphic novel my dad gave me, there were Certain Pages still in either ink-work or black/white coloring that I really liked more than the final product. That book is colored GORGEOUSLY, don’t get me wrong! But the pure linework shows a lot more of the “line of motion” and TEXTURE details that my non-visual brain can Grasp And Parse and Feel Things About much moreso than a colored page.

Also: Raven is a big softie deep down inside. Comic, cartoon, you name it. I don’t know why this is so controversial because it’s Genuinely Canon as Hell, but even some canonical writers miss out on this, and it’s like? guys have you READ a Raven comic???

16. If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

RYOU BAKURA WOULD BE MORE THAN A GODDAMN PLOT DEVICE. As mentioned in the Other Answered Ask, this drives me to absolute annoyance and disappointment and disdain. (This is specifically directed at the “show”, of course. The manga [and even season 0!] did a much better job of, you know... remembering that he is also a human being and not just a shell that has a conveniently-possessed antagonist necklace.) 

It’s just the treatment of certain characters for me, I guess. I’m really bad at looking at a canon and going “This Event Would Be Different” otherwise. Especially when I’m emotionally attached to the Canon Events...

Except “Titans”. That fucking stunt they pulled with Arella, one of the most strong-willed, independent, perseverant, traumatized female characters to ever rise fully above her past and find her own way in the worlds-- in MULTIPLE worlds!-- and they made her the lackey of the monster she has always defied. It STILL pisses me off. (There are other things I’d change about Titans-- many others. But that AU is so far off the mark that it would take a collegiate-length essay to “change” it just right.)

23.  Unpopular character you love?

Jericho! Arella! Malachite! Rorek! 

Joey is such a sweetheart and has such a unique and versatile power. Arella is such an inspiration and proves time and time again that she’s stronger than her trauma. Malachite just had so much POTENTIAL as her own character and I wish we had seen more of her as an individual. And Rorek of course? God those eyes and that hair trigger the demigray. (And I headcanon hardcore that Malchior used Rorek as a template for how he looked, sounded, and acted, and of course Rorek wrote the book, and I fell as hard for Malchior as Raven did. So like.... kind of a scapegoat to redirect that love, but it makes me happy, okay.)

And Mismagius, which I don’t understand because surely I’m NOT the only strategically-minded lover of the Ghost type? And I’m certainly not the only witch who practices pop culture magic with Pokemon (and Mismagius is literally based on a witch and called “the magical pokemon”)? But hey, loving the underdog has been my lifelong specialty. 8F

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On the subject of The Last Jedi and chemistry

I went with my husband to see The Last Jedi in theaters the day after it came out. I’ve been a Star Wars fan my whole life, and I fondly remember watching all of the original films and making midnight treks for the new films with my father. Even as a teenager in the throes of puberty, breathing and sustaining myself with the idea of romance, I thought Han and Leia were an interesting duo. I liked them together and the famous line of “I know” really got me as a teen. Even well into my college days and mid-twenties, Han’s reply to Leia’s confession was the epitome of the romantic and daring man.

*deep inhale and exhale* Then I saw The Last Jedi.

Now that I am nearing my 30′s I have a much deeper appreciation for the newest flims and everything they have to offer. I reference the films in my English class and use them as part of my lessons when my students enter their Greek Mythology unit. They are just that good. The poetry, mythology, and humanity of them get to me in ways that still leave me feeling like a teenager in love with Luke, The Force, and the tragedy of the Jedi.

However, I could write for hours about The Last Jedi, but I am going to focus on what I wasn’t expecting from the film: Rey and Kylo Ren. I did not go into this film with the expectations which, I have recently discovered, much of the internet was aware of/was frenzied over. That being the undertones these two characters share. The hand scene, being one of the most prominent cause of the internet frenzy. I remember looking over at my husband as we watched this film and caught his gaze. My eyes widened as I mouthed “Oh”. He nodded and nudged my shoulder before turning back to the screen. But I honestly found myself having a hard time turning back to watch, I didn’t realize it at the time, but I felt...awkward. As though I had intruded on something I shouldn’t have seen. A moment not meant for my eyes, even though I had paid 20.00 just TO SEE it.

After all, what I was seeing was so similar to my own life. A night several years ago. Sitting cross legged, facing my not-yet-husband in a dimly lit room, as he gently took my hands in his own, tracing across my palms, down each finger and back again. He held my hands and in the quiet whispered sweet words and promises that I still keep within me to this day. The simplicity of him holding my hands gently in his own, lightly running his finger across the skin of my hands was one of the most sensual experiences of my life. And here I was, in a dark room, with dozens of other strangers watching a similar scene play out over a giant screen.

I expected there to be a connection. I expected there to be intense feelings (which we certainly had in TLJ), but....I wasn’t expecting THAT. I couldn’t have expected that. Their hands touching across time, space, and the force. It was the most intimate moment I have ever witnessed in cinema. So, while I did not enter that theater expecting to find, what has been dubbed as, “Reylo”, I find myself unable to avoid it.

I don’t see their relationship playing out in only one way. Their intimacy and connection is twofold as well.Yet, in my heart of hearts I can’t knowingly say that it isn’t romantic. After all, I have my own experiences that mirror it in a way which cannot be quieted or rationalized away. 

Reylo may not be as sensual or conflicting as may imagine it to be here on the web, but it is certainly there and cannot be ignored.These two force wielders are more than enemies or the personification of Light and Dark. They are bound far more deeply than that in a way that has been consistent throughout Star Wars and leaves us wanting more, more, more.

Han and Leia’s exchange of love, in my opinion, is not nearly as romantic or intimate as Rey and Kylo Ren’s hand touch. It was just that good.

I can’t wait to see where it takes us. Long live Reylo. 

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35 Tweets That Sum Up Valentine's Day For Parents

Like so many things, the Valentine’s Day experience tends to change after having kids.

Between the failed attempts to sneak some grown-up alone time and the pressure to make Pinterest-worthy valentines for every single one of your kids’ classmates, it’s hard to feel the romance around February 14.

But, at least you can laugh about it! We scoured Twitter and found some hilarious tweets about Valentine’s Day from moms and dads in the throes of parenting chaos.

I bring my kids to a romantic restaurant on Valentine's day as a birth control reminder to the other couples.

— Marlebean (@Marlebean) February 11, 2015

My toddler running around in just a diaper, chocolate smeared all over his body & face like war paint. So Valentine’s Day is going well.

— Heather Spohr (@mamaspohr) February 14, 2016

I think my son is really going to appreciate me secretly adding, "LOVE YA SWEET CHEEKS!" to all his valentines for the kids in his class.

— Abe Yospe (@Cheeseboy22) February 8, 2013

I'm not sure what my husband has planned for Valentine's Day but I hope it involves him taking the kids & leaving me home alone.

— Sarcastic Mommy (@sarcasticmommy4) February 10, 2017

6yo: I'm bored Me: How about you make a Valentine's Day card? 6yo: http://pic.twitter.com/lGeLDFzo6c

— Robert Knop (@FatherWithTwins) February 13, 2016

Does my daughter have to give a vday card to the kid who said "I will put catnip in your mouth when my dad is not looking and make you cry"?

— Liz Gumbinner (@Mom101) February 13, 2015

I'm chaperoning a Valentine's Day date for my 15yo and his girlfriend so I made her garlic pizza for dinner. Genius Level: 100

— JennyPentland (@JennyPentland) February 15, 2016

Writing a Valentine's Day poem for the love of my life called: "Hey. Let's Stay Awake After the Kids Go to Bed and Have a Quickie."

— Jennifer S. White (@yenniwhite) February 10, 2017

My 5yo included a little something special with each Valentine she signed... Germs. Because she coughed on every single one of them.

— Wendy S. (@maughammom) February 9, 2016

Brought 20 Valentines for 30 kids in my son's class. Cuz VIP only. Or I forgot how many kids there were or something.

— Walking Outside (@WalkingOutside) February 13, 2016

My husband, as we drove four hours in our minivan today with four children and their leftover V-Day party loot: "Fun Dip should be illegal."

— Allison Slater Tate (@AllisonState) February 16, 2014

I wouldn't say I'm unpleasant, but I would say my husband bought me a cactus for Valentine's Day and I was not surprised.

— Northern Lights (@PinkCamoTO) February 8, 2017

Can't wait to battle my kid to help me make 20 Valentines that he will say are not as cool as the ones Liam's mom made.

— Tragic Ally (@TragicAllyHere) February 10, 2017

Planning a hot Valentine's Day where I'll give husband one of 6yo's leftover Avengers cards, SpongeBob chocolates & his choice on Netflix.

— Valerie (@ValeeGrrl) February 10, 2016

The card my 5yo chose to give to his class for Valentine's day: http://pic.twitter.com/xqEnrogvsv

— Robert Knop (@FatherWithTwins) February 1, 2015

V-Day is soon! Nothing says romance like an anonymous note with the words, "You're Next" written all creepy and child-like. #helpful

— Ryan Reynolds (@VancityReynolds) January 15, 2016

Hubs booked a romantic getaway at a resort for Valentine's Day. I'll miss him, but when I said I wanted peace and quiet, I meant alone.

— Lady Lawya (@Parkerlawyer) February 8, 2017

Don't feel obligated to compliment my fragrance on our Valentine's date. It's just baby spit-up.

— The ParentNormal (@ParentNormal) February 14, 2015

My Valentine is whichever kid falls asleep first tonight so I can steal his/her candy sooner.

— Kim Bongiorno (@LetMeStart) February 13, 2016

Valentine panic pre kids- I forgot to chill the champagne. Valentine panic post kids-I have 3 dozen cupcakes to ice and no champagne left.

— Jennifer Lizza (@outsmartedmommy) February 13, 2015

When making Valentines for preschoolers, is it ok to address them all to "Tiny Satan" since the kids can't read? Asking for myself.

— Ashley Austrew (@ashleyaustrew) February 11, 2016

Valentine's Day stokes the fire of passion. Seeing your kid bouncing off the walls from candy hearts pours ice water on it.

— MakeAmericaMEHAgain (@TheAlexNevil) February 9, 2017

Teaching my kids how to make Valentines out of toilet paper rolls to be Eco-Friendly, but mainly to illustrate this Holiday is full of shit.

— Tara Brown (@Faux_Ma) January 17, 2016

I like to play this fun game where I try to figure out the best cocktails to go with all the candy I steal from my kids' class valentines.

— Danielle Herzog (@martinisandmini) February 13, 2015

7yo told me he asked a girl to be his valentine for the class party 2moro by drawing her a slice of pizza. The kid is brilliant.

— Salty Mermaid (@Jenn_H_Scott) February 11, 2016

The toddler's asleep! Let the Valentine's Festivities BEGIN!

— La Guardia Cross (@LaGuardiaCross) February 14, 2016

This AM my son: "I need a bag for Valentines at school today." Me: "Don't you need cards?" Him: "It's ok. I'll pretend to pass out cards."

— B. Miller (@BlaiseInKC) February 10, 2017

Ain't no party like a daycare Valentine's party because a daycare Valentine's party is sticky.

— The Glad Stork (@TheGladStork) February 10, 2016

My 4yo woke me up at 7am to wish me a Happy Valentine's Day! BRB, I have to go tell him that love is bullshit and everyone dies alone.

— Dad and Buried (@DadandBuried) February 14, 2015

Me: Happy Valentine's Day, kids! Here are some homemade cinnamon rolls I made for you! Kid: Why didn't you make them into hearts? Me: ...

— Momma of Midgard (@MidgardMomma) February 14, 2015

For Valentine's Day, let's avoid people we know in Target together.

— Amy Dillon (@amydillon) February 12, 2017

Trying to be a good mom I made homemade Valentine's with my kids being an idiot I used glue stick as chapstick so yes these lips ARE sealed

— Jennifer Lizza (@outsmartedmommy) February 14, 2013

Wishful Parenting Talk on Valentine's Day: "We got a babysitter!" Likely Parenting Talk on Valentine's Day: "The babysitter cancelled."

— The ParentNormal (@ParentNormal) February 14, 2015

I want to do a Valentine's day craft with my kids. And by "craft" I mean we're going to "eat those sugar cookies with 6 inches of frosting."

— MyMomologue (@MyMomologue) February 3, 2016

Me: Valentine’s Day is coming up. 4-year-old: Is that the one with Leprechauns? Me: No. 4: Not interested.

— James Breakwell (@XplodingUnicorn) January 21, 2015

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35 Tweets That Sum Up Valentine's Day For Parents

Like so many things, the Valentine’s Day experience tends to change after having kids.

Between the failed attempts to sneak some grown-up alone time and the pressure to make Pinterest-worthy valentines for every single one of your kids’ classmates, it’s hard to feel the romance around February 14.

But, at least you can laugh about it! We scoured Twitter and found some hilarious tweets about Valentine’s Day from moms and dads in the throes of parenting chaos.

I bring my kids to a romantic restaurant on Valentine's day as a birth control reminder to the other couples.

— Marlebean (@Marlebean) February 11, 2015

My toddler running around in just a diaper, chocolate smeared all over his body & face like war paint. So Valentine’s Day is going well.

— Heather Spohr (@mamaspohr) February 14, 2016

I think my son is really going to appreciate me secretly adding, "LOVE YA SWEET CHEEKS!" to all his valentines for the kids in his class.

— Abe Yospe (@Cheeseboy22) February 8, 2013

I'm not sure what my husband has planned for Valentine's Day but I hope it involves him taking the kids & leaving me home alone.

— Sarcastic Mommy (@sarcasticmommy4) February 10, 2017

6yo: I'm bored Me: How about you make a Valentine's Day card? 6yo: http://pic.twitter.com/lGeLDFzo6c

— Robert Knop (@FatherWithTwins) February 13, 2016

Does my daughter have to give a vday card to the kid who said "I will put catnip in your mouth when my dad is not looking and make you cry"?

— Liz Gumbinner (@Mom101) February 13, 2015

I'm chaperoning a Valentine's Day date for my 15yo and his girlfriend so I made her garlic pizza for dinner. Genius Level: 100

— JennyPentland (@JennyPentland) February 15, 2016

Writing a Valentine's Day poem for the love of my life called: "Hey. Let's Stay Awake After the Kids Go to Bed and Have a Quickie."

— Jennifer S. White (@yenniwhite) February 10, 2017

My 5yo included a little something special with each Valentine she signed... Germs. Because she coughed on every single one of them.

— Wendy S. (@maughammom) February 9, 2016

Brought 20 Valentines for 30 kids in my son's class. Cuz VIP only. Or I forgot how many kids there were or something.

— Walking Outside (@WalkingOutside) February 13, 2016

My husband, as we drove four hours in our minivan today with four children and their leftover V-Day party loot: "Fun Dip should be illegal."

— Allison Slater Tate (@AllisonState) February 16, 2014

I wouldn't say I'm unpleasant, but I would say my husband bought me a cactus for Valentine's Day and I was not surprised.

— Northern Lights (@PinkCamoTO) February 8, 2017

Can't wait to battle my kid to help me make 20 Valentines that he will say are not as cool as the ones Liam's mom made.

— Tragic Ally (@TragicAllyHere) February 10, 2017

Planning a hot Valentine's Day where I'll give husband one of 6yo's leftover Avengers cards, SpongeBob chocolates & his choice on Netflix.

— Valerie (@ValeeGrrl) February 10, 2016

The card my 5yo chose to give to his class for Valentine's day: http://pic.twitter.com/xqEnrogvsv

— Robert Knop (@FatherWithTwins) February 1, 2015

V-Day is soon! Nothing says romance like an anonymous note with the words, "You're Next" written all creepy and child-like. #helpful

— Ryan Reynolds (@VancityReynolds) January 15, 2016

Hubs booked a romantic getaway at a resort for Valentine's Day. I'll miss him, but when I said I wanted peace and quiet, I meant alone.

— Lady Lawya (@Parkerlawyer) February 8, 2017

Don't feel obligated to compliment my fragrance on our Valentine's date. It's just baby spit-up.

— The ParentNormal (@ParentNormal) February 14, 2015

My Valentine is whichever kid falls asleep first tonight so I can steal his/her candy sooner.

— Kim Bongiorno (@LetMeStart) February 13, 2016

Valentine panic pre kids- I forgot to chill the champagne. Valentine panic post kids-I have 3 dozen cupcakes to ice and no champagne left.

— Jennifer Lizza (@outsmartedmommy) February 13, 2015

When making Valentines for preschoolers, is it ok to address them all to "Tiny Satan" since the kids can't read? Asking for myself.

— Ashley Austrew (@ashleyaustrew) February 11, 2016

Valentine's Day stokes the fire of passion. Seeing your kid bouncing off the walls from candy hearts pours ice water on it.

— MakeAmericaMEHAgain (@TheAlexNevil) February 9, 2017

Teaching my kids how to make Valentines out of toilet paper rolls to be Eco-Friendly, but mainly to illustrate this Holiday is full of shit.

— Tara Brown (@Faux_Ma) January 17, 2016

I like to play this fun game where I try to figure out the best cocktails to go with all the candy I steal from my kids' class valentines.

— Danielle Herzog (@martinisandmini) February 13, 2015

7yo told me he asked a girl to be his valentine for the class party 2moro by drawing her a slice of pizza. The kid is brilliant.

— Salty Mermaid (@Jenn_H_Scott) February 11, 2016

The toddler's asleep! Let the Valentine's Festivities BEGIN!

— La Guardia Cross (@LaGuardiaCross) February 14, 2016

This AM my son: "I need a bag for Valentines at school today." Me: "Don't you need cards?" Him: "It's ok. I'll pretend to pass out cards."

— B. Miller (@BlaiseInKC) February 10, 2017

Ain't no party like a daycare Valentine's party because a daycare Valentine's party is sticky.

— The Glad Stork (@TheGladStork) February 10, 2016

My 4yo woke me up at 7am to wish me a Happy Valentine's Day! BRB, I have to go tell him that love is bullshit and everyone dies alone.

— Dad and Buried (@DadandBuried) February 14, 2015

Me: Happy Valentine's Day, kids! Here are some homemade cinnamon rolls I made for you! Kid: Why didn't you make them into hearts? Me: ...

— Momma of Midgard (@MidgardMomma) February 14, 2015

For Valentine's Day, let's avoid people we know in Target together.

— Amy Dillon (@amydillon) February 12, 2017

Trying to be a good mom I made homemade Valentine's with my kids being an idiot I used glue stick as chapstick so yes these lips ARE sealed

— Jennifer Lizza (@outsmartedmommy) February 14, 2013

Wishful Parenting Talk on Valentine's Day: "We got a babysitter!" Likely Parenting Talk on Valentine's Day: "The babysitter cancelled."

— The ParentNormal (@ParentNormal) February 14, 2015

I want to do a Valentine's day craft with my kids. And by "craft" I mean we're going to "eat those sugar cookies with 6 inches of frosting."

— MyMomologue (@MyMomologue) February 3, 2016

Me: Valentine’s Day is coming up. 4-year-old: Is that the one with Leprechauns? Me: No. 4: Not interested.

— James Breakwell (@XplodingUnicorn) January 21, 2015

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35 Tweets That Sum Up Valentine's Day For Parents

Like so many things, the Valentine’s Day experience tends to change after having kids.

Between the failed attempts to sneak some grown-up alone time and the pressure to make Pinterest-worthy valentines for every single one of your kids’ classmates, it’s hard to feel the romance around February 14.

But, at least you can laugh about it! We scoured Twitter and found some hilarious tweets about Valentine’s Day from moms and dads in the throes of parenting chaos.

I bring my kids to a romantic restaurant on Valentine's day as a birth control reminder to the other couples.

— Marlebean (@Marlebean) February 11, 2015

My toddler running around in just a diaper, chocolate smeared all over his body & face like war paint. So Valentine’s Day is going well.

— Heather Spohr (@mamaspohr) February 14, 2016

I think my son is really going to appreciate me secretly adding, "LOVE YA SWEET CHEEKS!" to all his valentines for the kids in his class.

— Abe Yospe (@Cheeseboy22) February 8, 2013

I'm not sure what my husband has planned for Valentine's Day but I hope it involves him taking the kids & leaving me home alone.

— Sarcastic Mommy (@sarcasticmommy4) February 10, 2017

6yo: I'm bored Me: How about you make a Valentine's Day card? 6yo: http://pic.twitter.com/lGeLDFzo6c

— Robert Knop (@FatherWithTwins) February 13, 2016

Does my daughter have to give a vday card to the kid who said "I will put catnip in your mouth when my dad is not looking and make you cry"?

— Liz Gumbinner (@Mom101) February 13, 2015

I'm chaperoning a Valentine's Day date for my 15yo and his girlfriend so I made her garlic pizza for dinner. Genius Level: 100

— JennyPentland (@JennyPentland) February 15, 2016

Writing a Valentine's Day poem for the love of my life called: "Hey. Let's Stay Awake After the Kids Go to Bed and Have a Quickie."

— Jennifer S. White (@yenniwhite) February 10, 2017

My 5yo included a little something special with each Valentine she signed... Germs. Because she coughed on every single one of them.

— Wendy S. (@maughammom) February 9, 2016

Brought 20 Valentines for 30 kids in my son's class. Cuz VIP only. Or I forgot how many kids there were or something.

— Walking Outside (@WalkingOutside) February 13, 2016

My husband, as we drove four hours in our minivan today with four children and their leftover V-Day party loot: "Fun Dip should be illegal."

— Allison Slater Tate (@AllisonState) February 16, 2014

I wouldn't say I'm unpleasant, but I would say my husband bought me a cactus for Valentine's Day and I was not surprised.

— Northern Lights (@PinkCamoTO) February 8, 2017

Can't wait to battle my kid to help me make 20 Valentines that he will say are not as cool as the ones Liam's mom made.

— Tragic Ally (@TragicAllyHere) February 10, 2017

Planning a hot Valentine's Day where I'll give husband one of 6yo's leftover Avengers cards, SpongeBob chocolates & his choice on Netflix.

— Valerie (@ValeeGrrl) February 10, 2016

The card my 5yo chose to give to his class for Valentine's day: http://pic.twitter.com/xqEnrogvsv

— Robert Knop (@FatherWithTwins) February 1, 2015

V-Day is soon! Nothing says romance like an anonymous note with the words, "You're Next" written all creepy and child-like. #helpful

— Ryan Reynolds (@VancityReynolds) January 15, 2016

Hubs booked a romantic getaway at a resort for Valentine's Day. I'll miss him, but when I said I wanted peace and quiet, I meant alone.

— Lady Lawya (@Parkerlawyer) February 8, 2017

Don't feel obligated to compliment my fragrance on our Valentine's date. It's just baby spit-up.

— The ParentNormal (@ParentNormal) February 14, 2015

My Valentine is whichever kid falls asleep first tonight so I can steal his/her candy sooner.

— Kim Bongiorno (@LetMeStart) February 13, 2016

Valentine panic pre kids- I forgot to chill the champagne. Valentine panic post kids-I have 3 dozen cupcakes to ice and no champagne left.

— Jennifer Lizza (@outsmartedmommy) February 13, 2015

When making Valentines for preschoolers, is it ok to address them all to "Tiny Satan" since the kids can't read? Asking for myself.

— Ashley Austrew (@ashleyaustrew) February 11, 2016

Valentine's Day stokes the fire of passion. Seeing your kid bouncing off the walls from candy hearts pours ice water on it.

— MakeAmericaMEHAgain (@TheAlexNevil) February 9, 2017

Teaching my kids how to make Valentines out of toilet paper rolls to be Eco-Friendly, but mainly to illustrate this Holiday is full of shit.

— Tara Brown (@Faux_Ma) January 17, 2016

I like to play this fun game where I try to figure out the best cocktails to go with all the candy I steal from my kids' class valentines.

— Danielle Herzog (@martinisandmini) February 13, 2015

7yo told me he asked a girl to be his valentine for the class party 2moro by drawing her a slice of pizza. The kid is brilliant.

— Salty Mermaid (@Jenn_H_Scott) February 11, 2016

The toddler's asleep! Let the Valentine's Festivities BEGIN!

— La Guardia Cross (@LaGuardiaCross) February 14, 2016

This AM my son: "I need a bag for Valentines at school today." Me: "Don't you need cards?" Him: "It's ok. I'll pretend to pass out cards."

— B. Miller (@BlaiseInKC) February 10, 2017

Ain't no party like a daycare Valentine's party because a daycare Valentine's party is sticky.

— The Glad Stork (@TheGladStork) February 10, 2016

My 4yo woke me up at 7am to wish me a Happy Valentine's Day! BRB, I have to go tell him that love is bullshit and everyone dies alone.

— Dad and Buried (@DadandBuried) February 14, 2015

Me: Happy Valentine's Day, kids! Here are some homemade cinnamon rolls I made for you! Kid: Why didn't you make them into hearts? Me: ...

— Momma of Midgard (@MidgardMomma) February 14, 2015

For Valentine's Day, let's avoid people we know in Target together.

— Amy Dillon (@amydillon) February 12, 2017

Trying to be a good mom I made homemade Valentine's with my kids being an idiot I used glue stick as chapstick so yes these lips ARE sealed

— Jennifer Lizza (@outsmartedmommy) February 14, 2013

Wishful Parenting Talk on Valentine's Day: "We got a babysitter!" Likely Parenting Talk on Valentine's Day: "The babysitter cancelled."

— The ParentNormal (@ParentNormal) February 14, 2015

I want to do a Valentine's day craft with my kids. And by "craft" I mean we're going to "eat those sugar cookies with 6 inches of frosting."

— MyMomologue (@MyMomologue) February 3, 2016

Me: Valentine’s Day is coming up. 4-year-old: Is that the one with Leprechauns? Me: No. 4: Not interested.

— James Breakwell (@XplodingUnicorn) January 21, 2015

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