#it really does help me out

[mari-writes]

🦉❤️

“Hey’ kaashi, do you think we would’ve met no matter what?”

Akaashi blinks, glancing at his boyfriend behind him. They’re sitting chest to back on Bokuto’s bed, absently watching some dumb video on his phone. “Huh?”

“Do you think us meeting was inevitable?” Bokuto hums. “Wait… did I use that word right?”

“You did.” Akaashi nods. “But what do you mean?”

“Like, if you hadn’t come to Fukurodani. If you’d never seen me that day, or even if you did, you were convinced by your family to go somewhere else. Would we have…?”

Oh. Akaashi swallows, unsure of what to say. It isn’t uncommon for Bokuto to start up random conversations like this. But usually, they’re about inconsequential things, such as if jellyfish had feelings or something inane like that.

More serious, even philosophical questions like this were rare (though not unheard of).

“Babe?”

Akaashi hums. “That’s an interesting query to ponder, Bokuto-san.”

Bokuto raises one eyebrow. He silently mouths “query,” trying out the word, but allows Akaashi to continue.

“But I can’t deny, I’ve wondered that too.”

“Oh!” Bokuto nods rapidly. “Yeah, it seems so weird to imagine! You and me, never being classmates at Fukurodani? Never playing volleyball together? Where else could it have happened?”

He seems almost distraught. And Akaashi can’t blame him—it’s nerve-racking, imagining what might’ve been, if something had prevented them from meeting.

Akaashi sometimes have to pinch himself to believe that the life he has now is real. Here is is, studying literature at his first choice of university, starting setter for his volleyball team (again), plus dating THE Bokuto Koutarou??

It’s insane, really. Fifteen year old Keiji would never believe it.

“I don’t know,” he admits finally. He feels Bokuto’s body sag at the words. The man huffs, burrowing his nose into the side of Akaashi’s neck.

“Oh. Yeah, me neither…” Bokuto’s voice is almost a whine, but there’s a sad quality to it that pierces through Akaashi’s heart. Bokuto might not let his emotions control him so much anymore, but he still feels so openly, so intensely.

Akaashi sighs and shifts in place, turning to throw his long legs over Bokuto’s lap. He snuggles into the other’s warm, solid embrace. “Bokuto-san.”

“Mhm?” The man’s arms tighten around him.

“It… doesn’t matter.” His hands, a bit shaky, reach to cup to his boyfriend’s jaw delicately. “We don’t need to look back. We’re here now. Together.”

They’re both silent for a moment. The video on Bokuto’s phone has ended, and only the sound of a distant passing train and a few voices on the streets below can be heard. Akaashi feels a bit squirmy under his boyfriend’s fierce gaze, but he holds it, determined to soothe his worries.

Eventually, Bokuto lets out a long, contended sigh. His eyes soften and his lips quirk into a lopsided grin. “Yeah,” he breathes,  “We are.”

//

I had A LOT more planned for this, but it’s been a crazy week. I now have two jobs, plus all this continuing family/financial drama… it’s been a lot. I still wanted to share it with you guys! I hope you liked it. Please comment and share if you did. 

[lazylittledragon]

ok someone please correct me if i'm wrong but am i weird for thinking those 'audiobooks don't count as reading' posts are ableist as fuck????

[araneapeixes]

in the bathroom at the gay clubbbb

[uncanny-tranny]

Basically, my philosophy around disability fakers is: I would rather a thousand people fake a disability than have one disabled person suffer without care, aids, compassion, or any help.

[r-aindr0p]

I have lost the path before me, the one behind will lead me

[astergore]

yeah (transcript below)

transcript:

stan: these red lights take forever huh?

stan: pumpkin i'll let you in on a little secret.

stan: when there's no cars around, red lights are only a suggestion.

stan: the world's your oyster, kid.

mabel: duly noted, grunkle stan.

dipper: uh guys i

dipper: i don't think that's how it works.

dipper: great uncle ford help me out here

ford: actually i have to agree with them.

ford: there's simply not enough time in the world for Traffic Laws.

ford: Hit the gas Sweetie

[liauditore]

how many belts and buckles does she need someone save me.

[owlheartt]

Something I really like about timebomb is that Ekko actually knows what he's getting into.

I'm not really seeing it get talked about but in season 1 they mention that Ekko and the firelights help people addicted to shimmer get off it and lead more fulfilling lives within the community. I should probably rewatch the scene for the exact wording (might be misremembering tbh) but that comment implies A LOT.

First: Ekko's mission is helping people where he can, he would probably try and help Jinx even if he wasn't in love with her

Second: He has experience dealing with severe mental illness as that often goes hand in hand with drug abuse, namely depression/suicidal ideation like what Jinx was exhibiting

Third: He's probably mapped out best course of action FOR dealing with this and has already figured out his own limits/boundaries. Meaning he knew what he was getting into trying to talk Jinx out of suicide, and was thus more equipped to deal with the aftermath

Fourth: He's probably helped ex members of Silco's gang. The firelights seem to have a theme of healing and repairing and recovering, so they've probably also learned to forgive. If they're mission is to rebuild the lanes into a safe space, they can't exclude people they don't like, they have to make room for them. I think they fought Silco out of necessity, and I doubt Jinx would be the first person they help who's killed one of them.

These all might be a bit of a stretch but I think it really fits. Beyond that, it shows that Ekko can ACTUALLY help Jinx. As much as unconditional love can do, Ekko has the tools for Jinx's recovery and a path ready for her. He also probably knows that her "healthy" will look different from AU Powder's "healthy." On top of that, I expect he knows how to respect her even in the middle of psychotic breaks and won't agitate her already frail mental state

[vaguely-concerned]

lucanis reading romance novels out loud to spite in the seventh attempt to explain to him what sex is and spite bemusedly being like 'wow you people really get up to that shit I thought that was just a bit mortals did or something'

[nattikay]

the constant inner struggle of a Na'vi speaker/teacher browsing Na'vi OCs

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[piowasthere]

i swear i hate Reed, Davis, Kat- every single one of them- what is this acting bro???

bro's acting sounds more convincing than me having a genuine break-down fr- like how do u even do that???????????????

they do this every. single. time. i swear- who allowed them to do that to me- who i ask- /pos

[EP: Moon's BREAKING POINT in VRChat (SAMS)]

[princessefemmelesbian]

Maybe I’m just being dramatic but it does legitimately scare and sadden me to see that a lot of transandrophobia truthers are literally just…young boys. Like, actual children. Like you’re not even old enough to vote yet and you have your whole life ahead of you and yet you are being manipulated into joining an mra group that hates trans women with a passion and thinks that men are oppressed in society for being men, and constantly uses Black men as their talking point in order to sound diverse and inclusive, meanwhile they’re also appropriating and misusing terminology specifically created by Black women to talk about our own oppression in order to get their misandry point across…to say nothing of the fact that the largest people in this group(including but not limited to its creator!) have misogynistic rape/detrans kinks centered specifically around preying on lesbians and trans women and this is something that is normalized and defended by the vast majority of transandrophobia truthers, or at least defended viciously by every single transandrodork that I’ve ever encountered who argued with me(a lesbian!!!) that actually there’s nothing wrong with getting off to the corrective rape of women because two consenting adults can do whatever they want in the bedroom(yeah right)! Not to mention I have yet to come across a transandrophobia truther who wasn’t also a raging die-hard Zionist.

And that’s why it disturbs me so much to see young trans boys jumping onto this transmisogynistic hate train like you guys realize these men don’t have your best interests at heart, right? They’re only going to manipulate you into being a sexist entitled asshat who shuns and bullies the trans women in your community and sees them as oppressing you. Like I know you’re still in middle/high school but you can still think for yourselves, you can choose to be better than this, you can choose to actually learn about feminism and realize that it’s not actually misandry that oppresses you, it’s transphobia. Misandry doesn’t suddenly become real because you slap a trans paint over it that’s not how it works that’s not how intersectionality works that’s not how any of this shit works. There are better trans men to talk to about trans issues who know that the patriarchy is real and don’t shit on trans women in order to speak out about trans topics, so go seek them out, okay? You absolutely do not have to listen to shit that the “male supremacists but trans” group of lowlives has to say. Hell, tell them to fuck off instead! Please, I promise you that there are much better options, there are ALWAYS better options, and you still have time to escape before they fully radicalize you into basically being an incel. There will ALWAYS be another way. ❤️

[midwinterwings]

RULES OF BEING OTHERKIN #1

Being authentic and true to yourself is the only way you are 'supposed to be/act like' (insert entity). If anyone else disagrees it only tells you about them.

[aliettali]

request: anakin, ahsoka, and rex in a snowball fight (anakin cheats with the force or something idk)

what a loser. GET HIM

bonus:

[yuwuta]

gojo would kill your work husband. but if he were the work husband, that's a different story

REAL!! he’s such a hypocrite because if someone mentioned you had a work husband, his entire world would stop and he wold devise the absolute worst plans to make sure that your co-worker, everyone at your job, and everyone in the next building over knew that he was happily committed to you 

but if he is the work husband, he’s very........ dutiful in his role. there’s a loose office/lawyer au in my head where satoru is your secretary, and for all intents and purposes, your personal assistant, and he’s good at his job, but mostly because he considers his job to be pleasing you. he has coffee for you when you arrive, he moves your schedule around without you asking, he has answers to questions before you can even ask them, he has fresh flowers on your desk weekly, pokes into your meetings to pretend to hand you a file that’s really just maybe a single document in a manilla folder with candy on top of it—he’s made himself your business, your partner; he’s made himself irreplaceable, and he loves to remind everybody of that fact. 

he’s also extremely loyal. sure, he could day a week’s worth of work done in about a day, but that doesn’t mean he’ll just use his talents for anybody. he’s your secretary, so he’s at your beck and call, and everyone knows it. they know he’s the best, but also that he’s off limits—not because you won’t share him, but because satoru won’t let himself be shared. 

he also extends his duties beyond work, of course. when he hands you a print out of your schedule for the day and you’re confused by the three-hour block of time you have in the middle of the day, satoru just helps you shrug your coat of your shoulders and smiles, “that’s for the lunch date you have with me, of course!” hanging up your coat in your closet for you, “i’m paying, see you soon, sweets.” and because you’re great at your job, and satoru helps you be great, nobody really questions when the two of you have time for a 13-course tasting menu at 1pm on a tuesday afternoon. and if they did, all satoru would say that you two had a lovely date