#it's actually so weird to think that I started a goal of reading the whole series ad it was now officially coming out like this back in 201
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rewatched Kurogiri's holiday story from ultra impact (not related to sketch at all)
(but it did inspire me)
on another note
finally!!
#fanart#sketch#my art#bnha#shigaraki tomura#tenko shimura#kurogiri#I cried a bit while playing it I missed the classic LoV I missed Kurogiri WITH the LoV it's been so long :(#and it feels like last chapter (423 atm) broke the seal of sketching them as anything but something static#it took me two or so days to just understand that Kurogiri is... yeah#I can't believe it took Horikoshi so long to bring him back but as I said and will say it again I glad it happened at all#after some thought I just want to sit with the chapters#anyway getting the preordered book was so much fun#it was full of LoV from Toga and Dabi talking about her house to Tenko being upset over being told that he doesn't have friends#and everything in-between basically only Compress left to join in the next volume#I think????#I actually want to get another one already they're so goodddd#and the translation sounds pretty good but I checked some pages not the whole book it'll be boring#it's actually so weird to think that I started a goal of reading the whole series ad it was now officially coming out like this back in 201#and now it's 2024 and the translation is pretty much ahead of anime and maybe it'll be faster than viz volumes too#since it's 2 in 1 basically - I think it's really great since I save some money but get LoV chapters every time#because they appear every 2 books at the start of the series and back then it was hard for me to get them#but I felt content seeing all the books that I bought when I was visiting family for holidays this month because there are so many of them#and I don't need any wi-fi or internet in general to read them back to back now with an addictional volume#they have some mistakes but I don't mind them it feels good to just hold all of them (and a bit heavy after like 8 books) and now it's 18
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i don't like how one of the types of my relationships with people is "i am studying you intensely" like i look back and go wow! this sounds. kinda creepy actually.
i'm just weirdly analytical about people. catch 22 of if i wasnt mentally ill i'd be a psychologist. but i wouldn't be so interested in psychology if i wasn't mentally ill lmao
#rambles ïżœïżœïżœïżœ#like it is VERY useful for analyzing fiction#but some may find my verdict on walt disney to be unsettling#in which i see him as a cautionary tale in contrast to disney's fairytale image of him#he reads as desperate for immortality. not in the frozen head way (he was cremated) but desperate to claw his niche into history#i think he'd believe he failed actually.#in his final years he actually denounced the studio's animation work as âa great distractionâ and wanted to build a futuristic city#so his final goal was the betterment of society as a whole. in his weird. dystopian vision (pls look into epcot its wild)#i think he didn't understand the value of art the way artists do#and yet i can understand his desperation and fear of death#fear of losing control over his properties and employees#i sure as hell dont agree with how he handled it but he's just so much more interesting when viewed through the lens of a human being#but yeah its even weirder when my brain immediately starts analyzing real people like that#i need a therapist. lmao
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May I have some Fae Killer dating headcanons?
Fae Killer is... weird
He's extremely hard to get a read on. At least the other Winter courtiers are easy to make sense of - Dust is quiet and serious, Horror is big and scary but shy, Nightmare is regal and refined with an undercurrent of rage. They make sense.
Killer? He's violent, but he's always got a friendly grin. He has the same "who, me?" expression whether he's eating a cookie or murdering someone. His backstory is unknown, changing every time someone asks. He appears to speak genuinely and openly, yet no one can trust a single word that comes out of his mouth. His knack for tricking and stealing is unparalleled, he tricks people out of things as small as their eye colour or as huge as their ability to breathe, all with the exact same 'silly' easygoing aura. He rescues stray cats from the cold and brings them into the castle, feeding them fish and chicken every day, but he also delights in torturing people he doesn't like.
Perhaps the only consistent thing about him is how obviously he's in love with you.
Even before dating him, his affection is blatant. He acts like he wants to be your best friend, your closest confidant, he's always looking for reassurance that he's your 'favourite'. The other skeletons will tell you that he doesn't shut up about you when you're not there. He's constantly outrageously flirting - he seems to show love through stealing from you, taking minor things like your ability to read the word 'strawberry', just so you'll get mad at him (it's obvious he thinks you're hot when you're mad). You're always covered in black marks and he laughs at almost everything you say.
When you do start dating him, he just... stops tricking you. Stops stealing from you, too. There's no warning, and no clear reason; you're just suddenly the only person in any world who's safe from his trickery. You could say something that leaves you wide open and the guy who could steal someone's nose from their face will act like he heard/saw nothing.
He's cuddly. So, so cuddly. It's actually kinda cute, when he's sleepy and aggressively snuggly with you. Kinda feels like he's been starved of affection, and he's making up for it by never letting you go.
No matter where you fall asleep, you'll wake up to Killer cuddled up. Probably a few of his cats piled in as well.
His number 1 goal is to get you laughing. There's always jokes, always remarks, it's so hard to be serious around him because he knows exactly what'll get you giggling. That's worth more to him than all the treasures in Summer and Winter.
He's generally an easygoing datemate, he has outlets for his jealousy. But he takes EXTREME offence to another fae stealing something from you. That means immediate violence.
This man will kill for you. In fact, he'll offer that option alarmingly quickly. Please ask him not to kill for you, for everyone else's safety.
His romantic side is dialled up to eleven. You're always coming home to mood lighting and surprise dinners, he's always taking you to beautiful scenic spots he's found in the Winter realm, he gives you things that remind him of you (typically flowers and gemstones, but sometimes magical artefacts, and occasionally something rather expensive that looks like it was stolen right from the Summer realm).
He's constantly wearing a 'happy' face. But sometimes, in private, the face falls. You can glimpse the part of himself he hides from everyone. If you can still hold him when he's not funny anymore, when the mask has fallen off... then he will burn down the whole world for you.
#llamagines#fae au#he and horror have a deal where whenever horror goes out on his outdoors adventures he brings some river salmon back for the cats#also i like to think that one of killers' cats doesnt like being touched#(killer respects that because hes a cat respecter)#but the cat absolutely loves you#im picturing a big fluffy old calico#killer is the 'want me to kill them for you?' meme for real
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I wrote this out for FB and then thought I might as well share it here as well. So if you have ADHD, are a late-diagnosed adult with ADHD, and most particular if you are a person with a uterus and/or have children, this one might be for you.
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Last couple of days have been a little...weird. Let's start at the beginning. Buckle up and learn something.
As many of you already know, I have ADHD. It's a condition with a PR problem--a lot of people, often even medical professionals, have a very distorted idea of what it does, and a very limited one. For starters, it's not about parenting, or lead paint, or lack of discipline. It's genetic, *highly* heritable, starts in childhood and persists throughout life, and is a sufficiently severe disability that it comes with a decrease in life expectancy of up to 13 years. It is a visible difference that can be perceived in brain scans. These are all, at this point, well established and thoroughly attested in the scientific literature. ADHD affects up to 5% of the population and appears across cultures. It is very common.
It's not just about lack of attention--in fact, plenty of medical professionals think the name should be changed, as in fact the problem isn't the volume of attention but the way we struggle to direct it. We are motivated by interest, and struggle to properly weight future goals and consequences, specifically because they are in the future. If the robin outside the window is more immediately rewarding to our brain, we will watch that, and not the teacher. Our ability to properly weigh the consequences of that choice is negatively impacted by our own biochemistry.
We struggle with many of what are termed the "executive functions", the self management systems of the brain. Degree and presentation varies from person to person, but initiating tasks, completing tasks, staying ON task, restraining impulses, emotional regulation, and working memory are among the things impacted. My working memory is notoriously horrible. When they send you those activation codes on your phone? I often have to go back and read them out several times to enter a six digit number. I have to stop and remind myself what I'm doing between every step of my morning bathroom routine, or making tacos. Sometimes I take off my glasses to put on my contacts, reset, and reach for my pill bottles while I still can't see. My long-term memory is also affected, with my husband de facto serving as the memory-holder of the family.
Another common symptom I personally experience is "time blindness", which can mean both that you have no "internal clock" that has a clear idea of the passage of time, and that our ability to properly weight the importance of things in the future is impacted. So, for example, I can know intellectually what's coming, but it takes some really complex and exhausting antics to actually focus and work on those things if they're more than a week or sometimes even a couple days away.
Without externally imposed controls, many ADHD people flounder and fail to meet social markers of success. Estimates of how many ADHD people manage to complete college range from 5% to 15%. Again: 5% to 15%! I have failed twice myself. WITH externally imposed controls, ADHD people often have to work far harder to make their brains do what is required, and either fail and develop an image of themselves as failures (usually with plenty of external help), or keep fighting and suffer crippling burnout.
To that point, ADHD is HIGHLY comorbid with a whole range of knock-on conditions, some of which stem from the same brain patterns that give rise to the ADHD itself, and others from the trauma of living with a disability, but they include very high rates of depression, anxiety, fibromyalgia, social isolation, and addiction. I have dealt with depression, anxiety, and fibromyalgia my entire adult life. I have never ended up in the trap of self-medication but let's be real, that's partly about having supports and a healthy social environment. It's not some accomplishment I praise myself for, nor is addiction a sin I shame anyone for.
And anxiety has a very different texture to it when what you're really anxious about is the next time you fail in some catastrophic way. Lock your keys in the car. Completely space on a doctor's appointment. Go to pay for groceries and find that your wallet is next to your computer at home. Because the anxiety is not irrational fear of some generalized bad thing. These things do and will happen, regularly. Sometimes it feels like the only fix is getting good at recovering. Because no matter how many times you manage not to blow it, there's always another chance.
So, the struggle to be a reliable person, to be a consistent parent, to be a dependable life partner, is continuous. And it is so so so hard and it sometimes feels like you're not actually making any progress at all. I have tried therapy. I have tried three (or four??) different non-stimulant medications that sometimes help people. One of them DID help. ALL of them had catastrophic side effects. There were times as I was trialing these medications when I needed to be minded because I wasn't capable of taking care of anything, not even myself. Without Jacob, I don't know where I'd be. Not here. Probably in poverty, which is where he found me.
I have tried probably most organizational tools you know of. I have tried imposing schedules, all of which turned to dust and ash when the next fibromyalgia flareup or the next major life disruption happened. I don't think a new schedule has ever lasted a month before.
I HAVE felt like I'm made progress lately. I learned things that really helped my fibromyalgia, which gave me the space to work on other things--just like getting the borders of a puzzle finished. Enough things were spiraling upwards, and I think I might be cementing some gains. I have felt optimistic.
But in the meantime, I asked my doctor if, now that no less than three cardiologists have insisted my heart is Perfectly Healthy, I could finally try stimulant medications. After decades of use, Adderall, Ritalin, and a couple related stimulant drugs are still the gold standard for ADHD treatment and improve outcomes substantially for many people. And stimulants are in serious international shortage. Have been for many months. The only one she thought she could get me was Adderall. And she didn't dare try anything but the standard 30mg because nonstandard dosages would be even less attainable.
So now I'm taking Adderall. One week on 30mg, which I stopped when it was clear my function was being seriously impaired rather than improved. Reassessed with the doctor, now trying 60mg, because that's two of the pills I've already managed to obtain. It is....too much. And in some ways it fixes problems I wasn't working on, while so far making my executive function, my initiation or even *contemplation* of tasks, virtually nonexistant. Which was, of course, the thing I was trying to fix.
So yeah. When you have the context, I figure you can understand the substance of my frustration yourself. If you have children, I don't think you need my help to imagine what it would be like to know that you are unpredictable, or to see that your children are used to to you undergoing events that make you act strangely and erratically. I think just knowing that often, new medications introduce themselves by giving me a migraine, and I know this is possible when I take that first pill, is fairly self-explanatory. And so I expect you can imagine what it would be like, with all of this as a backdrop, to experience worsening of your symptoms, probably because of age-related hormonal changes. To in desperation try something you'd previously been denied. And to learn that it probably won't help.
In a week, I will either give up on Adderall for now or find a way to make it work. I'll put together the pieces yet again--at this point, possibly my strongest personal skill--and continue that upward climb as far as I can get. I'm incredibly fortunate in that regardless, I will be fed and dry and warm and loved. But right now, I feel justified in some serious dismay.
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hi hi hi!!!!!!! with the end of take me to church right around the corner, i want yâall to vote on which upcoming series youâd like to see first. imma be honest my favorite is the second one but i have so much lore for all of them that it would be easy for me to write any!!! vote pls!!!!
WNBA Paige x Upper East Side Princess OC:
paige plays for the liberty; sheâs in her rookie season
oc is in her last year of college at columbiaâher parents are very rich (like billionaire type rich) and sheâs grown up on the upper east side
enemies to lovers hella because oc is a bitch lowkey and paige def matches that energy towards oc
despite being so young, oc also already has a fiancĂ© that sheâs kinda been expected to end up with her whole life because heâs a family friend and the son of another rich millionaire/billionaire but theyâre more just friends if anything
ocâs finacĂ©âs parents are huge funders towards NY sports (including the liberty) which is kinda why oc and paige see each other a lot
ocâs parents def donât approve so angst there too
oc is also an ex basketball player who was forced out of the sport at a young age despite being talented and paige kinda helps her get back into the sport and start loving it again because at the beginning oc HATES basketball
very reminiscent of gossip girl
UCONN Paige x Teammate OC:
paige is in her junior year, oc a freshman (only a year and a half age gap yall donât be weird)
oc was the number-one recruit in her class coming into college just like paige was so sheâs got a lotta pressure on her
paige and oc are roommates
oc tore her ACL her junior year of high school so when paige tears her, oc is there for her because sheâs been in that position beforeâpaige and oc have had a lot of similar experiences which makes them really understand each other
paige really channels her inner coach p into oc because oc is gonna have to have a huge role in this season due to paigeâs absence and then even more so with azziâs injury
oc also has had a bf for like ever and iâm saying sheâs been in love with this boy since she was a kid because they lived next door to each otherâthat type of thing. so oc has never even really thought about being gay or liking girls because sheâs always been so infatuated with that boy but when she and him start having problems because heâs at a different college and when paige starts comforting her through that and she and paige start spending more time with each other, oc starts⊠realizing lots of things about herself and her feelings
lots of self-discovery
end goal is for paige to basically coach and encourage oc and team to a natty
WNBA Paige x Ex-Bestfriend Actress OC:
paige plays for the sparks; sheâs in her rookie year
oc is a well-known and successful actress
paige and oc were childhood best friends (yes ik i just did this with tmtc) and had a hella homoerotic friendship that ends up falling apart paigeâs first year of college after âŠ. certain events
oc is more open about her sexuality but paige has always been very overthinking about it and has severe internalized homophobia which helps lead to the crumbling of their friendship before
oc has been really really successful these past few years in the acting industry; her first movie came out in paigeâs sophomore year of college which was sort of a wake up call for her then because she hadnât even known that her best friend was actually legit in acting now
paigeâs junior year college is when she realizes that yeah, she is gay and she was in love with oc basically her whole childhood but sheâs ruined it and she doesnât even think she has a chance anymore
paige is completely chill and confident within herself and her sexuality by her senior year of college
anyways in the present oc and paige meet again at some after party in la and itâs so weird for paige because oc seems so confident and at ease and sheâs with all these famous people now but she used to be so shy and reserved
cameron brink and ocâs best friend are good friends and since paige and ocâs closest friends in la are good friends, they start running into each other a lot more
lots of angst fs and learning the new versions of each other vs remembering the ones they grew up with
#paige bueckers#uconn wbb#paige bueckers fic#uconn huskies#wbb#uconn#paige bueckers x oc#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers fluff#paige bueckers smut#paige bueckers series#wlw#lgbtq#wcbb#wcbb x reader#wnba
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Twitch Streamer Tommy, because apparently I still have thoughts on him being one of those dudes who's into Flight Simulator.
Buck mostly starts out watching the streams because Christopher watches streams. Buck and Eddie have had discussions with Chris about how much info he should be sharing with strangers on the internet, it was a whole thing. Chris can watch them without being monitored, neither of them are helicopter parents, but Buck does in general keep tabs on them. Because he's constantly reading shit about someone w/ fame on the internet taking advantage of it.
There's a variety to the ones that Chris watches, but all of of them are for games that he already plays. Except one. Some guy called REMOVEB4FLIGHT and it's straight up just Flight Simulator content. There's not a ton of consistency to when the guy streams, it's all over the place schedule wise. Maybe once or twice a month, and he's clearly not a Professional Streamerâą so much as a guy with a hobby. His set up is crazy though.
And sometimes Christopher watches them when Buck is in eyesight, and yeah. Buck won't lie. He's interested. He became legitimately invested when REMOVEB4FLIGHT sat down and simulated a flight from JFK International Airport to Singapore Changi Airport, and it was just under 19 hours.
Buck didn't watch the entire thing, don't be stupid. But he did watch the last 4 hours which... Shut up. It should have been boring, but there was enough going on between the chat and REMOVEB4FLIGHT that it wasn't.
And it was also cute. The guy was cute. He was already obviously tired by the time Buck and Christopher started watching, and as he got more tired he got gigglier and gigglier. Explaining that "No. No pilots will ever fly 19 hours straight, I'm just doing it because I thought it'd be a fun challenge and oh nooooo do I regret it. My only goal is to be coherent enough to not crash land this A350."
The plane does not crash land and at the end, REMOVEB4FLIGHT runs his hands through his curly hair, laughs in exhaustion, and says "Great, I'm gonna go sleep for 12 hours because I've got a shift in 14. BYE."
And Buck keeps watching after that, when he can. There's something calming about it, in a weird way. It's both is and isn't ASMR. Any ASMR is absolutely on accident, but the guy has a really nice set up, a really nice mic. And a really nice voice. And a really nice face. He explains in detail what he's doing and why, like he's giving a casual lesson on How To Fly.
Buck learns that the his name is Tommy, and he is actually a pilot but he flies helicopters and that's "-the only other information you need about my day job."
Not all of Tommy's streams are 19 hours, though they're still long. A lot of them are him being like "What's the weirdest place I can land this thing?" or messing around in multiplayer. Maybe something where he tries to recreate relatively famous crash landings, like one day he goes "We're Gimli Gliding it today" and he does crash pretty badly the first time, but he gets it on the second.
It becomes a thing Buck and Christopher talk about, because they both keep up with it. Chris starts pestering Eddie to get him a joystick and pedals to play Flight Simulator, but those aren't exactly cheap so Eddie promises it for xmas. Buck is already stewing over how to potentially adjust settings and shit to make sure that the inclusion of foot pedals isn't an issue for Chris, etc etc.
Sometimes when Buck is part of the Chat Conglomerate Tommy comments on something he's said. It makes him giddy. It's difficult to describe. He just likes this guy. This guy's cool. Buck's getting attention from someone on the internet, sue him. He likes it.
And then the drama with the cruise ship. Buck doesn't think anything of it when Chimney reaches out to an old friend named Tommy, because why would he? It's a common enough name. But then Buck walks into Harbor Station and comes face to face with REMOVEB4FLIGHT and oh. Oh shit.
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still thinking about Obito's tendencies to hang upside down so why not talk about something even more funny
now Obito is obviously trolling the Konoha squad in that moment, acting like a complete idiot and weirdo and all, usual stuff for Tobi. Obito is being a weird little bat on purpose, it's all an act
you know who among Akatsuki, a very scary and a totally serious organization, also acted like a weird little bat, but without it all being an act?
allow me to introduce you to the final page of chapter 238
Kishimoto, why is Deidara's first appearance is him being upside down during Akatsuki's zoom meeting?
(which is supposedly the first one in 7 years since Orochimaru ditched them, but whatever, no fucking way these guys can remain semi-organized without a good old online meetup, I do not care for canon's opinion when it conflicts with my funny headcanons)
But seriously, it's been almost 10 years since I read the manga for the first time and there's still no explanation as to why Deidara did that LMAO. Logic dictates that it's simply Kishimoto not finishing up the designs for his new villains (rinnegan's design wasn't finalized until, like, Akatsuki Supression arc, I believe? there's someone TOWERING over Kisame who is 195cm already and at the end of the day remains Akatsuki's tallest member, etc etc), but I've got a PhD in overthinking Naruto details and turning them into shitposts that sometimes also turn into fanfiction, so I will take this one tiny detail and make myself laugh until I cry.
To me this moment is just so precious because it's actually a scene from OG Naruto, meaning that it's pre-timeskip, so Deidara here is only 16. And this just proves to me that Deidara's puberty (there is no exact indicator as to when Deidara was abducted recruited into Akatsuki, but I assume it happened sometime when he was 12, because during his recruitment we see Itachi (and we know that he joined Akatsuki after the massacre, so he was 13 and he's got a 2 year difference with Deidara), Kisame (who, judging by his pre-death flashbacks, joined AFTER Itachi, meaning some time had to have passed since the massacre) and Sasori (who wouldn't have a partner after Itachi joined because Orochimaru just couldn't resist trying to get that Sharingussy, but Akatsuki don't operate on their own in general, so I doubt Sasori would have been left without a partner for a long time, a year max) and during this zoom meeting 16-year-old Deidara speaks like he's very much aligned with Akatsuki's goals and grudges which would be very weird if he joined them against his will just recently, so a year or more would have to pass between Deidara's recruitment and the OG Naruto zoom meeting) was arguably one of the worst things that organization as a whole had to go through because teenage Deidara was JUST BUILT DIFFERENT.
Don't mind the fact that even as an adult he starts tweaking if he doesn't get to explode something every few hours (I would imagine that teenage rage and angst would only exacerbate this issue), but he would also just want to "look cool" and wouldn't listen to anyone in any position of authority AT ALL. Going back to this scene of Akatsuki's zoom call, we can see (and for certain characters assume because once again designs here are kind of wack) that these overly serious members like Pain, Konan, Kakuzu and Sasori are PRESENT and just... don't do anything about Deidara's antics? They just gave up at some point LMAO. And a while ago, I presume.
16-year-old Deidara, proud and puffed up as a lion: You can stay on the ground as boring old men you are, but I'm going to hang upside down today, hm!
Pain, the acting leader of this very serious and lethal organization that for some reason took in a 13-year-old and a 12-year-old because, I dunno, the real leader thought it would be funny, sighing: okay, Deidara...
I also don't believe that it was ever specified how Nagato's zoom jutsu works, but I think Akatsuki's members simply sit in whatever position they want and their projection is different from their actual position which means that. yeah. Deidara does a bat cosplay. because he wants to. baby why are you like that.
but I also like to imagine Deidara actually hanging on the ceiling during the meetup and the gang just going
Pain: Sasori, can't you grab a mop or something and swat him off of there?
Sasori, in the most dead inside voice imaginable: you are not paying me enough to do that. in fact, you would not last a minute in the asylum I'm living in. you can't give me 40 minutes of peace, can you?
honestly props to Onoki for finding a way to both continue using Deidara's skills for his goals (by just fucking paying Akatsuki and calling it a day) and keep the village intact, teenage Deidara just seems like the trial version of what Akatsuki members could expect on their missions. like, if you can't manage the stress of dealing with the (pony)tailed beast, you have no business trying to fight an actual tailed beast.
I'm also thinking that adult Deidara aka Shippuden Deidara would think himself really cringe for doing this shit when he was younger and feels kind of embarrassed in front of the other members (who unfortunately besides Hidan were there to witness his cringe bat phase of growing up in your local terrorist daycare organization), so he's pretty quiet during the zoom meetings when we get properly introduced to him.
That's, of course, until Deidara gets partnered with Tobi.
I can imagine the two of them competing who can last longer hanging upside down and now Pain really can't do anything to stop this bullshit because it's his actual boss and his clueless partner making their own bat nest during their zoom meeting. He just tiredly glances over at Konan who gives him a "I told you Yahiko was right and we shouldn't have joined forces with this guy, but when do you ever listen to me" look.
The gang would be discussing something like Kakuzu and Hidan brutally murdering Asuma (who's Obito's classmate btw and whose mother he already killed a while ago) and trying to steal his corpse to sell for some cash and in the background above them Tobi'll be yelling something like "senpai, watch what I can do" and start turning cartwheels on the ceiling.
tl;dr Obito and Deidara match each other's freak when it comes to doing weird shit for no apparent reason other than to fuck with everyone while on the job. thanks for coming to my TobiTalk
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Can you do skz as husbands next ??
Skz as Husbands series : Chan
Ohhhh boy...ya'll are not going to like this. Idk if i myself am shocked or not surprised...but literary ALL of the cards are BAD, and i kept on drawing and drawing more hoping at least one good will come out but...đ„Č sadly all of them are pretty weird.
That being said i am reading current energy not current energy, and im not getting AT ALL vibes from chan for wanting to get settled down anytime soon. All of his focus is on his career and goals and ambitions etc and theres just no place left for a family.
So i guess it makes sense that all of the cards are really negative as it's just not his time now. I do feel potential in him tho (after some therapy and probably retirement).
Im just gonna go ahead and start with the 9oS which tells me that being a husband and the head of the family will put IMMENSE pressure on him with which he cannot deal with. I think he makes it much bigger in his mind and lets doubts, paranoia, stress etc get the best of him and im seeing him actually having pretty hesitant thoughts on marriage for that time being just for that same reason. I think he's a guy that sees this as a very serious job (can imagine him picking that up from his dad) and its nothing to be taken lightly and as i said it gets very twisted and exaggerated in his head and takes the best of him. If he were to get married right now, he would change very quickly from what his s/o has seen from him and take a huge turn for the worse and put forward his shadow side. Im seeing lots of toxic coping mechanisms too which very conveniently leads me to the next card.
The 3oC usually a nice card but not in this case, especially because of the heavy display of alcohol - im seeing him wanting to escape the crushing weight of his responsibilities and looking for that escape in the face of alcohol & shady friends that may be just too immature and bachelory-mindseted and have a bad influence on him. I can see him missing for nights on end, which also relates to the 5oP as well and him giving...no having to be forced to give the bare minimum, and him even struggling to do that, and twisting it all to look like the victim. But more on that card at the end. So as i was saying im seeing him being very absent a lot of the time, not only because of work but because he's out and about with his friends. Im not really getting cheating from the cards - but im getting heavy vibes of a similar setting where temptation is just around the corner and him just living as if he had no family back at home waiting for him. This - once again very conveniently ties to the next cardđ
Which is the 5oW. Im seeing lots of fight, probably initially starting because of his prolonged missing and eventually moving on to different things. Im seeing fights escalating very quickly, starting very quickly, being very exhausting and very damaging. To the relationship, to both their mental health and to some random objects nearbyđ
With The Fool im seeing him being way too immature for something like this at this current point and it shows pretty well on the card - he's just not in the right state of mind for this chapter of his life and if it were to happen it will bring out his unreadiness and immaturity forth even more - to show where he has to work on to be ready for that next stage.
And back to the 5oP again, aside from him having to be forced to give the bare minimum and him even failing at that - he very skillfuly turns it out to look as if he's the attacked one, as if he's the bullied one, as if his wife's the one who's starving him and making him out to be the bad guy and he just feels really bullied by the whole situation and behaves that way and expresses himself that way so i would say - a huge victim complex.
Overall i would say this reading was more of a "chans toxic defence and cooing mechanisms if he were put into the corner" reading, which is kinda sad cuz that doesn't really give much insight as to what he would be like as a husband cuz what we just saw wasn't really chan but his "alter ego" that protects him in a way. Yk we all have that one side of us that takes over as if on autopilot when we feel threatened in any way. I think that would be the same for chan, and if he were to feel comfortable with the idea of marriage and feel ready for that, the reading would be way way different. But i find future readings to not be much of my thing cuz thats way to unreliable cuz energy can change in so many ways, theres so many different outcomes... but we'll see how the other readings turn out and if all the guys have weird current energies that don't really answer what they'll be like as proper husband i may try a future reading.
#skz#stray kids#tarot reading#kpop#bang chan#skz tarot#kpop tarot#stray kids tarot#bang chan tarot#headcanons#reaction#future spouse
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is laios touden happy?
I keep coming back to the question that a lot of Dungeon Meshi (manga) fans seem to be asking: is Laios happy at the end?
My two cents on this is: well, yeah. He actually is.
Heâs sacrificed a lot, it seems, far more than all of the other characters. Heâs the driving force behind the reason they survived to save Falin - through eating the monsters. Only in the end, heâs not able to explore dungeons, be near monsters (RIP his special interest) or even eat without feeling 30% empty. Itâs a real tough bargain.
But thatâs the whole point. And that loss makes the story so much more impactful to me.
When talking with the Winged Lion at the end, Laiosâ true desires appear. But we can see through Mithrun, Thistle and Marcilleâs time as Dungeon Lords that The Winged Lion seems to expose really selfish wishes that, whilst having good intent, donât end up benefiting others the way the Dungeon Lord wants.
Obvious as it may seem, Laiosâ true main wish IS to save Falin over the course of his storyline. Itâs what drives him despite having other, arguably impossible, desires that he longs for.
Even though Laios wishes to become a monster, this desire has never overtaken his motivation in any other part of the narrative.
Yes, he loses a lot. But heâs gained Falin.
It seems obvious, but thatâs the key to why I think this is a good ending for him. Itâs about sacrifice. Itsusumi is a great microcosm for this - you have to do things you donât want to do, eat things you donât want to eat. You also have to give up things you donât want to in order to gain more.
The similarity between Dungeon Meshi and Fullmetal Alchemist (manga) is wonderful to me. Both stories explore the giving and taking of life and the goals of our lives.Â
At FMAâs conclusion, Ed sacrifices his ability to do alchemy; the reason the whole story started. It cost him and Al so much, but also helped them recover what theyâd lost and literally save the world (are we starting to see the similarity?). Whenever I reread FMA, itâs sometimes hard watching Ed give up all his talent and everything he worked towards. What does he have without it? But for him, in that moment, itâs not such a difficult price to pay to get his brother back.
Maybe Laios is not aware of how much he would lose when he defeats the Winged Lion. But we do know he wants his friends and Falin to be saved, even if he dies. But thatâs the thing! Both he and Falin are prepared to die to save their loved ones, but what about being prepared to LIVE to save their loved ones?
In our lives, we wonât often be sacrificing our lives for people, but we might be faced with a choice to give up things we love for people we love. Losing his life would be the easy way out (a great example of this is through Mithrun. It takes conscious effort to live. It seems so much simpler to die). Losing your dreams is hard, but thatâs what it ended up costing for the safety of not just Laiosâ friends but the world. He made that choice, now he must live with it. Even if heâs not fully happy at the end of the narrative, he still can be. You can be happy without having everything you desperately desire. Thatâs Dungeon Meshi.
Dungeon Meshiâs theme of neurodivergence fit into this really well. Personally, I think Laios is the perfect person to become King, possibly because he doesnât think he should be. We know itâs not necessarily what he wants to do most. Heck, we know he doesnât even like people that much and they donât even seem to like him. But thatâs what will make him the perfect candidate. Unlike others, he doesnât have some high and mighty vision of becoming revolutionary at the end, nor does he have misconceptions about his abilities. He is genuinely righteous and humble, whilst having his flaws.
Laios knows what itâs like to feel different, outcasted by the world. But despite being awkward, strange, having weird interests and an inability to read social cues; people that once hated him ultimately end up having his back. There are bound to be others like him in his world (and ours), who donât feel like they belong within humanity. People that would want a benevolent leader who genuinely cares and is enthused about things that donât fit the norm because he doesnât either.
Itâs not his dream job but I believe he will eventually settle into it. We see this in the extra chapter where he willingly gives up his sword. That hit me hard. It felt a bit like a betrayal, like he was giving up who he was and everything he had worked for. But maybe it just shows that itâs okay that he couldnât achieve all his desires. At least now Falin can achieve hers, and wasnât that his fear for so long? That she would be lost and alone without him?
But now, because of Laios, Falin has the ability to choose her own path. She can choose make to leave as he once left her without the fear and guilt that Laois felt with his own departure. It shows both of them that itâs okay for them to take separate paths. They can grow and change and love each other from wherever they are. That protection, that survival and that connection between people is at the heart of Dungeon Meshi to me.
Both Laios and Falin choose to live. When Laios eats the Winged Lionâs appetite and Falin returns itâs down to their own decision. The choice to eat; the choice to experience life the way it was intended, with all its thorns. When they eat the monstrous parts of themselves they choose to be human, they choose the consequences of life, they choose to change and to go forwards. They are two sides of the same coin.
It seems only just that after all Laios has been through and after all weâve seen him do, he should be allowed a perfect happy ending. But thatâs just not Dungeon Meshi, is it?
There will always be sacrifices. Dungeon Meshi is not just about accepting life and death, but also accepting the possibility that you may not achieve everything you want, that things will not always go to plan but that you can always achieve other things despite this.Â
Laios has made his choice to become King. Just like the choice to eat, itâs another part of life and of moving forward. Think of all the good he could do. I think he can be happy. Thatâs life.
#dungeon meshi#laios touden#falin touden#delicious in dungeon#mithrun#dungeon meshi manga spoilers#first post
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Best Kept Secret
chapter six : torment (RE-UPLOAD)
ao3 link âż series masterlist â© main masterlist â§
pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader
rating : 18+ mdni
word count : 5.1k
summary : you confront the mandalorian
warnings, etc. : language, smut, vaginal fingering, p in v sex, teasing, lowkey brief orgasm denial, din djarin is a little shit, helmet stays on
A/N : i had to change accounts so this is a re-upload of my ongoing fic bks!!
Okay, maybe you didnât think this through.Â
You didnât think heâd actually come in and now suddenly the door is shut and youâre alone with him. Youâre always alone with him, why is this any different than the days upon days youâve spent together completely alone in the library?Â
Well⊠the library isnât dimly lit.Â
And the library definitely doesnât have a bed.Â
Why did you invite him in? What was the end goal with such a stupid and impulsive decision? What the hell did you want?Â
Him. That much is obvious, no point dancing around that fact anymore.Â
But itâs purely sexual.
Obviously.
Nothing else.Â
Youâre friends. Thatâs it. Youâre friends and sometimes you just so happen to have brief sexual fantasies about him. Can that really be considered cheating? Is it cheating if you didnât want to be married in the first place? If you didnât have a choice in the matter? If heâs a disgusting slob of a man?Â
It doesnât matter because you arenât going to do anything.
Then why did you invite him in?Â
Maker, you're an idiot.Â
A stupid, stupid horny idiot.Â
Heâs just standing there. You should say something, but you waited too long and now itâs weird. This whole thing is weird. You invited him in as friends, youâre friends after all. You spend all day in the gardens together as friends, you read together in comfortable silence as friends, you hold each other intimately on the floor of empty hallways to reassure yourselves that the other is okay as friends, you think about him when you touch yourself as friends. Kriff you need to do something, you canât just stand across from each other in silence. Do what feels natural, youâre friends, friends are comfortable around each other. What would you be doing if he wasnât here? Get ready for bed.Â
You turn to the dresser to start looking for a night gown, but you can feel the way his visor is trained on you, burning into your skin, so you grab the first thing you can find, barely looking at it and tossing it on the bed. Finally turning to look at him.Â
âIâm just gonna change real quickâŠâ You whisper it, no sense speaking any louder than that, you know heâll hear it. He simply nods, turning to face the wall, itâs the first time heâs moved since he walked in.Â
You go to summon Elaine and Lysa but stop yourself. How the hell would you explain him being here this late? It isnât worth the trouble, you can get out of a dress yourself.Â
Except you canât.Â
You were wearing one of the overcomplicated blue gowns you wore on days where you saw Kodo and youâre struggling to undo the bodice.Â
Fuck.
This is fine. Youâll just stay in this until he leaves. When is he going to leave? Usually someone leaves when they are done doing what they came to do but with seemingly no objective here thereâs no logical reason for him to leave.Â
âYou can turn around.â Gods, youâre embarrassing. He doesnât speak for a moment as he turns and stares at you.Â
âYouâre stuck.â He says it so plainly that you know heâs certain thatâs the case. You wish he would make fun of you. This would be so much easier if he was taunting you, like he usually was. You could hate him and send him away. But itâs getting harder to hate him by the minute.Â
âItâs fine.âÂ
âI could help?â Itâs a question. He doesnât often ask for permission with you. But he wonât do this without your permission. Why should he need permission, this is innocent enough, heâs just helping you out.Â
Friends help each other. Thatâs what they do. So you turn around so he can unlace it for you. And heâs on you before you have a chance to move somewhere else, anywhere else, but itâs too late. Without even realizing it youâve put the two of you in front of the mirror. Well at least it canât get worse than this.
But it does.
Because he takes off the gloves. And you can see his hands as he gives them to you to hold. Tan, calloused, littered with scars. You only get a glimpse, but itâs enough for you to realize that the hands you imagined him having donât compare to the real thing. Theyâre big, you could tell that from the gloves but you hadnât expected them to be so defined. You could write a million stupid romance novels about the vast ridges of his knuckles, or the veins that spread across them.Â
Maker youâre so fucked.Â
You can feel the dress loosening as he meticulously pulls each ribbon free, you wish it were possible to watch him do it. Instead youâre stuck staring at your stupid dumbfounded expression in the mirror, intently observing him until he finishes and immediately steps back and turns around.Â
You wish he had taken his time.Â
But you quickly slip out of the dress and don the nightgown on the bed. For Makers sake could you have grabbed a skimpier outfit? Itâs practically lingerie. You reach for the silk robe hanging on the mirror and try to make yourself look as covered as possible.
âIâm decent.â You hate how small your voice sounds. He turns again and you give him his gloves back, drinking in one final glimpse of his hands.Â
You need to talk about what happened. Just get it out of the way.Â
âWe should talk about it.â You take a step towards him but he flinches back, just a hair. Itâs off putting to watch such an imposing man react like that so you stop dead in your tracks.Â
âNothing happened.â Itâs gut-wrenching to hear his voice sounding so strained. It took weeks for him to warm up to you and in an instant he had put those walls back up.
âDonât do that.â Gods, at least try to sound less like a wounded little girl.
âIâm not doing anything.â You want to rip that stupid modulator out of his helmet for making his voice sound so cold.Â
âSo Iâm just supposed to pretend like you werenât hyperventilating on the floor a few minutes ago?â The sympathy you had for him is rapidly depleting as you take another step towards him, trying not to raise your voice.Â
âYes. That is exactly what youâre going to do.âÂ
âNo.â
âNo?â The anger in his voice is palpable. Good. You want him to get fired up, you want to fight about this because at least youâll be talking about it.Â
âNo. We arenât going to ignore this, we are going to have a conversation about it because you scared the hell out of me.â He scoffs, itâs sharp coming through the filter.Â
âYouâre fine.â He crosses his arms in front of his chest.
Itâs like the night you met. Heâs standing in the middle of the room. A cold, unmoving statue of Beskar, and you, the scared little girl, charting unfamiliar waters.Â
â You werenât.â You furrow your brows as you say it. The visor is trained on you but youâre sure he isnât looking at you. âYou couldnât even move. It was like you couldnât see me and I was right in front of you.â The chill that runs down your spine lets you know that heâs looking at you now that youâve said that. He takes a long stride towards you and you hold your ground, tilting your head up to keep your eyes on his helmet.
âWhy are we still talking about this?â His voice is so low itâs practically a rumble.
âBecause weâre friends and friends talk about these things!âÂ
âWe arenât friends.â
Ouch.Â
Well you should have seen that coming. Of course he wasnât your friend, you canât believe you were naive to ever think that he would be, he was probably just humoring you. Now youâre the one who canât look at him as you stare at the floor, feeling like a child whoâs just been scolded.Â
âOf course we arenât.â You wish you didnât sound so bitter, as he sighs loudly.Â
âCome on, donât just stand there and pout at me, you knew we werenât friends. We canât be.â The contempt in his voice cuts deep.Â
âFuck you. Get out.â You start walking in the direction of the closet but he grabs your arm before you can get there.Â
âDonât do that.â His tone is a little gentler but it does nothing to sway your temper, shoving him off of you.Â
âWhy not. Youâre right. We arenât friends, Iâm just the ditzy little princess youâre charged with watching, I donât know why I ever thought you actually might care about me.â Youâre trying not to cry at this point as you throw your hands up in defeat. âIs that what you wanted to hear? You were right. I was wrong. You win Mando, was that little episode in the hallway just now an act to get me to this point? If so youâre a fantastic actor, really had me going. I almost thought you actually gave a shit about me.â You turn sharply to open the closet door, wanting nothing more than to retreat to your pile of blankets but his large hand lands just next to your head slamming it shut. He raises his other hand so theyâre boxing you in, he towers over and you scowl, your faces inches from each other now.Â
âWhy did you invite me in?â The crackle of the filter is low and it makes you want to tear the whole helmet from his head and slap him. And maybe do a few other things while itâs off.
âI want you to leave.â
âNo you donâtâ
âI hate you.â
âIs that what you tell yourself to make all of this okay?â
Smoke. Metal. Fresh Linen. Â
âI hate you.â The back of your head is against the closet door as you take a step back, he leans down, closer to you, your forehead is practically touching Beskar.Â
âThatâs what I tell myself to justify it all.â Gods, why do you wish you could feel his breath on your face? âSo why did you invite me in, saradâika?â Your knees buckle slightly and his hands fly to your waist to support you. When you donât respond he leans just an inch closer, your breath is fogging up the steel of his helmet now. âSay it again.â
âI hate you.â Itâs practically a squeak as you say it this time. He hums softly in response.Â
âI canât stand you.â He murmurs. âItâs like you were put on this planet to make me suffer .â His hands put the slightest bit of pressure on your hips to accentuate the end of his sentence. Â
âDo I really bother you that much? What have I done to you that is truly that terrible?â You do everything in your power to make it sound cold and harsh but your voice still trembles.Â
âDonât play dumb cyarâika. Donât act like you donât know what you do to me.â The words are labored as you savor the heat coming off of his body. âThe way you torment me.â Heâs practically snarling.Â
âI have no idea what you mean.â Of course you do. As you gingerly bring your hands up to rest on his chestplate, trying to put a distance between the two of you uselessly. You know exactly what heâs talking about because it's exactly how you feel everytime you stare into the cold and unforgiving steel of his visor. The misery of absolutely loathing a person purely because you cannot have them, because you cannot escape them. Because itâs not just that heâs always physically there, heâs there when you close your eyes and when you sleep, he lives in brain, there is nothing you can do to get rid of him. To free yourself of the brand he has burned deep into your psyche.
That canât be what he means though.
âWhy do you do it? Hmm?â He brings the helmet down to rest against your cheek, you can feel the vibration when he hums, the sensation has you arching your back before you can stop yourself but thankfully his grip holds you in place against the door.Â
âDo what?â You groan softly, he squeezes your waist tighter.Â
â This.â He grunts. âYou do all of this. You wear that green dress, read those dirty books right in front of me, for fucks sake look at you. You invited me in and you put on this?â His fingers yank at the loose hanging fabric on your hips. â This pretty little black slip of lace? You must truly despise me to put me through this lovely little bit of tortureâŠâ
âI donât do those things for you.â You manage to spit out. Itâs sort of true, you donât entirely do those things for him, sometimes they just happen by accident.Â
 One of his gloved hands comes up to grip your chin. âDonât even get me started on this filthy mouth of yours, the way you talk to me sarad, when you insult me, berate me, all I can think about is how I could make this pretty mouth talk so sweet, make you beg and whine just for me, never talk back to me again.âÂ
Maker this isnât real, it canât be. You must have fallen asleep again, but he feels so solid, and palpable, and the wetness pooling between your legs certainly felt real. Youâre speechless at this point as you just let out a little whimper that has him chuckling softly.
âIs that really all I had to do to make you behave? Whisper vulgar things into your ear? If I had known all you wanted was a little attention I would have done this the day I met you meshâla. Is this what you want? I need to hear you say it.â Heâs sweetened immediately and itâs making your head spin. You need to think clearly, be realistic, you canât do this. No matter how badly you want this.Â
But right now itâs hard to do much of anything besides lightly scratch at his chestplate and whimper.Â
âTell me to leave right now. Iâll do it, Iâll hop on the first transport ship off planet and youâll never see me again.â You know heâs serious. He could easily do whatever he wanted with you in this position but you know him, and you know if you donât explicitly ask for it he wonât go further than this. Why is this so hard? You know what you need to do, you need to tell him to leave, to get as far away from you as possible but you know that it would never be far enough. There is nowhere he could go that would free you from this agony .Â
âW-we canât do this.â You manage to stutter out, your eyes are squeezed shut at this point, just trying to stop any more noises from slipping out.
âThen tell me to leave.â He says it almost like itâs what he really wants, that he knows, just like you do, that thereâs no coming back from this.Â
âI hate you. Every partâ Stars, why canât you just tell him to go?Â
âI know you do cyarâika.â
Your heart is pounding in your chest, he can probably hear it. You need to convince him that you canât do this, because you know you canât stop yourself, it has to be him.Â
âDo you know what would happen if we were caught?â You breathe out, grabbing the sides of his helmet to pull him back slightly so you can stare into the thin black line.Â
âI know.âÂ
âTheyâd hang us both.â
âTheyâd hang me.âÂ
You know heâs right. Theyâd be substantially worse to him, youâd most likely just be locked away until it was time to produce an heir.Â
âTheyâd hang you.â You whisper.Â
âThe moment anyone found out I would be swarmed by guards. Theyâd lock me up and throw away the key.â His grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly
âTheyâd do worse than that.â For fucks sake, everything youâre saying is true and you know it, why isnât this making either of you stop.Â
âTheyâd torture me.â He says it so plainly, like it doesnât bother him in the slightest.Â
âTheyâd torture you.âÂ
âTheyâd cut out my tongue if they knew what I wanted to do to you.â Then why does he sound like he doesnât care?
âThen donât do it, it isnât worth it.â
âI could do most of it without a tongue.âÂ
âIâd miss your tongue.â You need to stop.Â
âWould you?â
âI would.â You would.Â
âI thought you hated my tongue. Every part of me .âÂ
âI do. But it would be a shame for them to cut it out before I get to put it to good use.â
âDonât talk to me like that.â Maker, did he just growl?
âYou donât like it?â
âYouâre supposed to be telling me to leave. Keep talking like that and I wonât be able to stop myself.âÂ
âThen donât stop yourself.â
âTell me to leave saradâika.â
âStay.â
And thatâs all it takes. He hauls you over his shoulder and before you can even process whatâs happening youâre being thrown down on the bed. Heâs hastily removing things, buckles and belts, tossing them aside with his gloves as he pulls his cowl over his helmet, letting his cape fall to the floor as he drops the pack on top of it, you canât help it as you reach up and grab the edge of his chestplate pulling him closer.
âDonât bother, canât wait.â Is all you say as you trace your fingertips across his now exposed neck, you can work around the flight suit and armor. His now bare hands find your waist again, this time tearing the fabric to shreds as he rips the negligee off of you, tossing the scraps to the side. You donât have time to feel embarrassed about your bare chest being exposed to him now as his hands found the hem of your panties.
âDo you need these?â He says breathlessly, his visor keeps moving ever so slightly across your body like he doesnât know where to look as you shake your head no.
âI have plenty of others.â Thatâs all he needs to hear before those are ripped to shreds too and heâs crawling onto the bed to hover above you, his hands slide under your thighs to scooch you upwards so his head is closer to your stomach. He wastes no time as he pushes your legs up to bend your knees so he can access all of you. You can hear the soft gasps from the modulator.Â
âSarad⊠bid meshâla.â One of his hands presses to your inner thigh as he spreads your legs wider for him, his other hand moves up to swipe two fingers through your folds. âCuyir ibic an par ni?â Itâs like heâs talking to himself as he holds them up so you can see how wet they are. Your face turns red at the sight. âIs this all for me sarad?â You put your hands over your face sheepishly as you nod, you barely register the sound of air hissing as you peek through your fingers just long enough to watch as he slips his hand under his helmet to suck his fingers clean, letting out a low breathy moan.  Â
Maker, you donât stand a chance.Â
âFuck, Mando, quit stalling.â You whine out, bringing your own hand between your legs in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure thatâs building there. One of his hands gently grabs your wrists, effortlessly pinning them above your head as he clicks his tongue.Â
âNeedly little thing.â He chuckles as his other hand traces down your body, stopping to palm your breast, going between them as you whined, squirming under his grasp, thereâs got to be a wet spot on the sheets already as he continues to taunt you, lazily rolling one of your nipples between his fingers. âSo pretty meshâla. I knew youâd be so perfect, smooth and soft under my hands.â He pinches the nipple he was playing with making you squeal. âYou have to be quiet sarad. Can you do that for me?â He rubs circles over your tit with his thumb, soothing the ache as you nod. âGood girl.â You can practically hear the grin on his face as you flush red at the praise. He releases your wrists as he brings both hands down across your chest now, following the blush before finally one of his hands dips between your thighs.Â
âPlease MandoâŠâ You whisper as your hands grip the sheets. His fingers massaging your inner thigh, deliberately avoiding your core.Â
âPlease what, princess?â Maker, he sounds so smug.Â
âGods, I hate you.â You squirm uselessly underneath him, not bothering to try and touch yourself, you know heâd stop you. His gravely laugh seeps out of the modulator.Â
âI like you like this, my little star flower.â One of his hands smacks your thigh, it isnât that hard but you still have to bite back a moan. âI wish I'd known how easy it was to make you behave. Iâd have bent you over and done this weeks ago if I knew it would have the effect on you.âÂ
âMaker, are you going to touch me or are you going to just talk all night Mand-â Your voice catches in your throat as he slides two fingers into you without warning. Your back arching off the mattress until his other hand rests on your lower stomach, pushing you back down. He hums as he slowly draws them out before driving them back home forcing a choked out groan from you. You were right, he does feel better than your own fingers as he slowly and deliberately fucks you with his hand, his helmet moving back and forth to watch his digits slip in and out of you to your face as you bring a hand to your mouth to try and quiet the obscene noises that start slipping out.
âMaybe next time you mouth off to me Iâll just do this, would you like that?âÂ
Overconfident son of a bitch.
Youâre having a hard time thinking of a witty comeback and when you donât respond he hums softly, curling his fingers to hit that spot that makes you see stars.Â
âNaughty. Speak up princess.â The warm drawl of his voice is suffocating as he curls his fingers again, your body trying desperately to writhe at the sensation but his other hand keeps you held in this position. âUse your words. I know you can, youâre always so mouthyâ His tone is mocking as he curls his fingers again ruthlessly and your other hand flies down to his wrist.Â
âYes.â You manage to yelp you as he withdrawals his fingers and you whine softly at the feeling, trying to keep hold on his wrist to bring him back against you. He tuts as he brings the hand to his pants as he unzips the flightsuit and you sit up on your elbows to get a good look as his cock springs free. He lazily strokes himself, using your slick as a lubricant, his visor trained on your face as you let out a small gasp.Â
Of course heâs so arrogant. With a dick like that anyone would be, heâs bigger than anyone youâve ever seen and just generally nice to look at. You didnât even know it was possible to have such an attractive cock. Itâs hefty, thick, veiny like his hands, the tip is such a pretty shade of pink as he swipes his thumb across the beads of pre-cum that spill out, drawing a sharp inhale from him. He leans forward slightly and slides the head through your folds making you fall back onto the bed, your head sinking into the mattress as you whine. Youâre waiting for the delicious sting of him pushing in but of course he doesnât. You lift your eyes to stare into the visor, heâs looking at you expectantly, you can virtually see the smirk on his face.Â
âBe a good girl, princess. You know what I want.â He rubs the tip against your neglected clit and you cry out softly, reaching up to grip his shoulders.
âYouâre such an ass.â You manage to gasp out as you try to hook a leg around his waist to pull him against you but of course heâs able to stay exactly where he is as he continues to leisurely stroke himself, bumping the head of his cock against your clit every so often, watching as you squirm. After a few moments of watching you wriggle under him he pulls back ever so slightly causing you to whine, leaning forward to grab his arms, uselessly pulling him back towards you.Â
âI thought you didnât want it?â He says in that stupid condescending tone. Even now heâs insufferable but you canât help it, youâre so worked up at this point youâll do damn near anything to get him inside you.Â
âPlease.â You whine softly. He hesitates before he leans back down, one hand gripping your hips as his other lines himself up with your entrance. Your hands squeeze his shoulders, trying to get any sort of leverage to force him into you.
âPlease what sarad?â He tilts his head ever so slightly to the left.
Oh youâre gonna kill him.
After.Â
âPlease, for Makers sake just fuck me already.â You groan out, you only get to roll your eyes for a second before he snaps his hips forward, pushing himself only halfway into you but the stretch is immense as you scratch into his arms, whining loudly, the dull pain is worth it though as he brings his helmet down against the mattress next to yours so you can hear the guttural moan that falls from the modulator. Both his hands are on your hips now as he digs his fingers into the skin, trying to steady himself, youâre definitely gonna have bruises. He lies breathlessly on top of you for a few moments before he speaks again.
âAre you okay meshâla? Are you okay if I move?â His voice is tense and you can hear him panting, youâre surprised you donât cum right then and there as you nod against his shoulder, your nails scratching at his back now to stabilize yourself.Â
âYes, please, please Mandoâ You breathlessly mumble, shifting your hips slightly, wincing as you take a bit more of him and thatâs all the permission he needs to grab your hips and gradually pull you down on to his length. By the time heâs fully inside of you youâre a whining mess.
Who needs dignity? Not you. Not when you can hear the Mandalorian groaning in your ear, mumbling incoherently in Mandoâa to himself as his cock twitches inside you.Â
He isnât moving, you know heâs trying to catch his breath but Maker he feels so good and you donât feel like waiting so you gingerly pry one of his hands off of your waist and guide it down between your legs, that seems to bring him back to reality as he starts rubbing small circles against your clit which has you keening immediately. He still doesnât move inside of you as he intently watches you gasping and moaning, you shut your eyes tight as he brushes his fingertips slowly across your swollen bud.Â
Of course heâs him so he doesnât let you enjoy it for long because once youâre thrashing underneath him because youâre so close he draws his hand back and you breathlessly grab his wrist.
âDonât you dare.â You give him as stern a look as you can but it sounds more like a plea. That gets a small laugh from him as he ever so slightly pulls out before slamming himself back into you, watching as your mouth falls open in a silent scream.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â He chuckles as he repeats the motion, pulling out ever so slightly before fully sheathing himself once more, youâre seeing stars again.Â
âIf you don't put your kriffing hand back between my legs I wonât ever let you do this again.â You try to scowl at him but all it takes is another snap of his hips before youâve lost all your resolve. He finally picks up the pace, slamming his hips against yours, the thrusts growing brutal as he unravels you to nothing but whimpers as you claw uselessly at his shoulders. Youâre pathetically whining now, itâs unfair how easily heâs able to get you there. Itâs almost like he knows how close you are as he lets out a small groan when you clench around him, his hips stuttering slightly.Â
âAsk nicely, princess.â He grunts out as he picks up the punishing pace once more. âUse your manners and Iâll give you whatever you want.â He growls as he brings his hands to your thighs to force them against your stomach, letting him push into you deeper. The feeling makes your head spin, the knot in your stomach tightens immediately as you let out a high pitched whine.Â
âPlease⊠for fucks sake, let me cum or Iâm gonna rip your stupid perfect cock off the second weâre done.â You manage to grunt out through gritted teeth. He chuckles breathlessly as he brings his hand back to your clit, pressing rough and rapid circles against it.Â
âWeâll work on that.â He laughs softly as you can feel yourself rapidly slipping back towards that edge and before you know it youâre right there again. He doesnât let up on his ruthless motions this time as you finally reach your peak.Â
Youâre loud.Â
Probably too loud.
But Maker, he loves it. Itâs like itâs fueling him because heâs chanting your name and mumbling in Mandoâa again as his thrusts grow sloppy and you manage to open your eyes just in time to watch him pull out and frantically stroke himself as he cums with a low growl, his other hand locked around your thigh as he shoots his load onto your stomach.Â
Itâs oddly gratifying to watch as he writhes, kneeling over you as his chest heaves. Collapsing down next to you once heâs finished, gasping for air. A nice reminder that under all the talk he is still just a man. Your man.Â
Nope. Nope. Nope.
You fucking idiot. Thatâs not what this was. This wasâŠÂ
Shit what was this?Â
Casual sex.Â
Friends with benefits.Â
You canât just have sex one time and start calling him your man are you crazy? Youâre still married.
Fuck. Youâre married.Â
You turn your head slightly to look at him.Â
If you didnât know what to say to him an hour ago you definitely donât know what to say to him now.
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Was there anything actually juicy in Clinton's emails? The media behavior reads like half an attempt to appear more principled b/c of the criticism they got in 2016, and half an attempt to swing the election for Trump because he's better for their business.
not super juicy. i do think there's a differential in how the media covers trump vs other candidates (even other republicans) bc he's so bizarre and they don't know how to handle them, but i don't think it's as calculated as "he's better for their business"
you have to remember that conservatives have spend decades screaming about how the media is unfair to them and biased in favor of liberals and bc media figures want to be the important biased neutral arbiters of democracy (bc that is how they perceive themseves) and they want to try to preserve access to political figures, they have spent a lot of time and effort trying to perform neutrality. this doesn't work of course--there's a reason why the right eventually spawned its own media ecosystem; no amount of bending over backwards to both-sides issues like global warming will appease basically dishonest actors--but it has produced this weird asymmetry where they report on trump like he's a much more normal candidate than he is, reported on his administration like it was a much more coherent realization of policy goals than it was, and sane wash a lot of statements that are either simply incoherent or are menacing and deranged. and they reassure themselves that he can't possibly mean the menacing and deranged things, or that if he does he won't be able to realize them, and after all wasn't the first trump term pretty OK after all?
obviously, i think this is a mistake--the first time around trump was impeded by his own incompetence and that of the people under him, and the fact that, not really knowing what to expect, some actually sane people ended up attached to his administration. i don't think that's likely to be quite the same in a second go-round. but normalcy bias is powerful. it affects a lot of people who aren't journalists, too. and even if you think he isn't likely to succeed, i think the responsible way to report on someone declaring that they are going to attempt to deport millions and seize direct control of major cities and shut down media outlets that offend them is to report that they intend to sdeport millions and seize direct control of major cities and shut down media outlets that offend them, not to try to interpret their pronouncements through the lens of anodyne "economic policy" or w/e. if the flagship outlets of media were really making a rational risk-benefit calculation on whether a second trump term would be good for them, they would be much more strenuously opposing him, because he has promised a scorched-earth campaign of revenge against them, you know?
but actually a lot of the dysfunction of american political coverage is the result of a social incentive structure that's been slowly emerging for more than forty years, driven in part by the incestuousness of the beltway media-political environment and the self-conception and ego of media figures. honestly i think it started as the conspiratorial right moved into mainstream conservative and republican politics in the last three decades of the 20th century. in order for that conspiratorial attitude to really take hold, you had to creative a social structure that isolated people from the broader political consensus, to get them to stop trusting shared sources of authority and information, and that resulted in sustained attacks against the supposed flagrant bias of american news media as a whole, and this process accelerated as distinct right-wing outlets like fox were established. but it was a frog-in-the-pot situation, and many republican politicians were willing to take on this new style of rhetoric that seemed to win votes (and no doubt many believed it to some extent, since it flattered their preconceptions).
but eventually the break became too great--birtherism, the tea party, qanon. mainstream republican politicians realized they'd called up something they couldn't put down; but it was too late to right the ship. trump is the avatar of all that conspiracism and rage, and he took over the republican party. but the tectonic social forces that produced him have been slow and kind of indirect, and a lot of people are still coasting on attitudes and approaches to politics that are ten, twenty, thirty years out of date.
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Let's (Not) Party, Baby.
Summary: You rub your swollen belly, both fond and exhausted. âI think it just feels weird to me. Like, the gender reveal party was to celebrate the healthy pregnancy lasting so long. But I just feel really weird about being, like, âIâm growing a human, come give me shit.ââ
Kitty laughs as she unwraps another bar of chocolate. âWell, I think itâs the duty of the community to support pregnant mothers, yâknow? Itâs about equipping the parents with what they need to care for the baby.â
âYeah, but everything Iâve read about and seen online is a whole spectacle,â you grumble. âAnd, honestly, I donât have the energy for a party. Iâm fucking tired. I feel bloated and sore. I donât want to have a party where I have to put on real pants and eat melted candy bars out of diapers.â
Kitty stills, then slowly looks over at you with a wide-eyed expression of horror. âThatâs a thing?â
âItâs a game,â you answer with a roll of your eyes. âYouâre supposed to guess which kind of candy it is.â
Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader, Kitty Pryde x Illyana Rasputin.
Rating: G.
Word count: 4.3k.
Set after "S'mores for Two."
Author's Note: Me? Posting more than once a year? Surely not.
In other news, my CFS/other body and brain shit is still overwhelming. It basically took dragging myself through editing to be able to post this latest round of fics (for those of you who don't check out my other works, no worries, but I like to post in little caches so that everything is updated mostly together). I'm not trying to vie for pity; I'm really fucking proud of myself for pushing through and being able to post. I had an unofficial goal of wanting to post more fics before April was over (because April is my birth month), and I did it! I am that bitch!
Thank you all for your patience -and all the comments! They really kept me going when the grind of editing was starting to wear me down.
Happy Reading!
âI guess Iâm just not sure what to do.â
Kitty nods as she paints your fingernails a pretty shade of shimmering lilac. âWell, I think it just depends on, like, what you and Piotr want to do, yâknow?â
The two of you are on the family room couch; youâve both taken over the space a bit, actually. Itâs a scheduled at home spa day, courtesy of Kitty. Thereâs dozens of bottles of nail polish lined up on the coffee table, next to two discarded face mask wrappers, a tub of coarse sugar scrub, a sleeve of cotton discs, and an entire store's worth of toners and moisturizers. Thereâs a half-empty pizza box on one end of the table, several bars of chocolate (and more wrappers), an open jar of pickles (the good, Kosher deli kind, according to Kitty), and a cereal bowl half-filled with peanut butter.
You swipe one end of a pickle spear through your bowl of peanut butter, then crunch down. I mean, I know thatâs the point, but⊠âI think itâs more, like,â you begin once youâve swallowed, âthat I never thought Iâd be in this position in life. And that if I ever did get to this stage in lifeââ you gesture vaguely around you with your munched-on pickle spear ââthat Iâd automatically know what to do.â
Kitty nods, curly hair bobbing with the motion of her head. âI get you.â She finishes your right hand, then screws the lid back onto the corresponding bottle of polish. âItâs, like, hard to wrap your head around.â
âYeah. I meanââ You pause to load more peanut butter onto your pickle, which is harder than it sounds. âHow are you even supposed to plan baby shower stuff?â
Itâs a quandary thatâs been gnawing on the back of your mind for months now. The gender reveal party, at least, had been easy. Tasty food, balloon with colored confetti inside, Aidenâs photography team because you and Piotr had wanted pictures, done. Itâd been a celebration of having a pregnancy last long enough to see the babyâs gender âand a wonderful day where you and Piotr learned youâd be welcoming a daughter in a few months.
Trying to plan a baby shower, howeverâŠ
You rub your swollen belly, both fond and exhausted. Your eviction date is coming for you, Masha, whether you like it or not. âI think it just feels weird to me. Like, the gender reveal party was to celebrate the healthy pregnancy lasting so long. We all ate food and enjoyed each otherâs company. But I just feel really weird about being, like, âIâm growing a human, come give me shit.ââ
Kitty laughs as she unwraps another bar of chocolate. âWell, I think itâs the duty of the community to support pregnant mothers, yâknow? Itâs about equipping the parents with what they need to care for the baby.â
âYeah, but everything Iâve read about and seen online is a whole spectacle,â you grumble. You hold your hand out for a square of chocolate, then pop the piece Kitty gives you into your mouth. âAnd, honestly,â you continue as you tuck the chocolate into your cheek like a hamster, âI donât have the energy for a party. Iâm fucking tired. I feel bloated and sore. I donât want to have a party where I have to put on real pants and eat melted candy bars out of diapers.â
Kitty stills, then slowly looks over at you with a wide-eyed expression of horror. âThatâs a thing?â
âItâs a game,â you answer with a roll of your eyes. âYouâre supposed to guess which kind of candy it is.â
She gags, then shakes her head. âFuck that. Thatâs just gross.â
âExactly!â
Kitty eats a few squares of chocolate, expression contemplative. Once she swallows, she says, âI guess I donât see it as that big of a deal ânot having a baby shower and all that. We donât have baby showers in Jewish circles.â
âOh.â Your brows lift upwards. âWhy not?â
âItâs considered inauspicious,â she explains. âMy best friendâs older sisterâs parents kept all the baby stuff at their house until she gave birth. Then, they went over to her and husbandâs place and set everything up for when she came home.â
âOh.â You cock your head to one side, considering, then grimace and shrug. âWe already have the nursery part way set up, thoughââ
âI didnât mean that, like, that should do the same thing,â Kitty interjects. âI meant it, like, whatever you do should serve you and your happiness.â She offers you a reassuring smile. âThere is no real rule about whatâs normal or not. If a baby shower sounds exhausting, then donât do it.â
âBut people might be expecting for us to have one,â you sigh wearily, âso they can celebrate.â
âFuck them and their expectations.â Kitty grins when you laugh. âIâm serious! All that matters is what makes you happy.â
âAnd Piotr,â you tack on once you catch your breath. âAnd he might want one.â
âWell, thereâs only one way to find that outââ Kitty twists towards the front of the house when the front door swings open, then thumps shut. âHey, speak of the man!â
Piotr pauses his conversation with Illyana as he looks towards you. He glances at you, eyebrows raised, then at Kitty, then back at you again. âChto?â
âYour wife has a question for you!â Kitty hollers before flashing a dazzling, enraptured grin at Illyana. âHi, baby!â
Piotr takes off his shoes, then strolls towards you. âYou have question, myshka? Is everything okay?â
âWell, first things first.â You cock your head back so you can look up at him. âWill you give me a kiss, even though Iâve been eating peanut butter on pickles?â
He smirks, then bends down and presses his lips against yours.
âAaw, what a man,â Kitty croons. She cocks her head back when Illyana approaches the couch. âWill you kiss me, even though Iâve been eating pickles without peanut butter?â
Illyana chuckles, then cups Kittyâs chin with her hand and kisses her girlfriend. She looks up when you and Piotr share a grin, then gently tugs on Kittyâs elbow. âDavay.â
âHelp yourself to the pizza!â Kitty tosses over her shoulder as Illyana ushers her towards the front of the house (and away from prying eyes).
Piotr kisses the top of your head, then circles around the couch and sits down next to you. The couch creaks beneath him as he helps himself to a slice of cheese pizza, then again when he leans back and settles in. âTy v poryadke?â
âDa,â you assure him. âI was just talking to Kitty about baby shower stuff.â
Piotrâs brows draw together as he chews a mouthful of pizza. He swallows, then says, âI thought baby showers were not held in Jewish communities.â
âThey arenât. It was more likeâŠâ You gesture vaguely with one hand and sigh. âI donât know if I want to have a baby shower. Iâm so tired, and I feel like a boat, and I donât want to wear pants.â
Piotr lets out a bellowing laugh mid bite, then quickly claps one hand over his mouth. He finishes chewing between giggles, then swallows and sighs. âOh, moya serdtse. One day, there will be pants that you like.â
âDoubtful.â You smirk, but it quickly gives way to weariness. âI mean⊠I just donât know if I have the energy to deal with a baby shower, yâknow? But if you want one, I donât want to take that away from you.â
âWhat I wantââ Piotr sets his partial pizza slice down on a piece of paper towel, then leans over and draws you into his arms. âI want you to be happy and well.â He kisses the crown of your head, then tucks your head beneath his chin. âMasha will be loved and cared for regardless of having baby shower. If you are tired, then you deserve to rest, myshka.â
âYeah,â you agree as you bury your face in his burly chest, âbut if everyoneâs expecting us to have oneââ
ââEveryoneâ does not get say,â Piotr interrupts gently. âIf they wish to help or give gifts, they know where to find us.â
You sigh, then nuzzle against his shirt when he starts stroking your hair. âMaybe we can have, like, a nice dinner or something? With family and close friends? And some help to finish setting up the nursery?â
Piotr gently rubs your back. âThat sounds nice.â
âCool.â You sigh again, far more relaxed this time, then lean over and grab your jar of pickles. âWant a pickle?â
Piotr hums, then nods and plucks a pickle spear out of the jar. âSpasibo.â
âKonechno,â you say before kissing his cheek.
âŠ
âThanks again for driving me,â you say as you stretch your seatbelt around your swollen belly. âIâve just been so tired lately that driving isnât really a good idea.â
âKonechno, ptitsa,â Alex says as she starts the engine on her truck. âHow did your appointment go?â
âGood,â you sigh as you stretch and settle into the passenger seat. âEverythingâs looking good. Babyâs healthy. Blood sugar looks good. My ironâs still low, though, so Iâm taking a higher dose of supplements and I need to be careful about overtiring myself.â
Alex hums and nods as she navigates out of the clinic parking lot. âWhat can we help with at home?â
âUhâŠâ Your face and mind go blank. You try, unsuccessfully, to kickstart your brain, then rub your face with your hands when your mind refuses to cooperate. âI think thatâd be a difficult question without factoring in pregnancy brain.â
âFair enough,â Alex chuckles.
âMan, I thought I was spacey before,â you lament. âAnd then it was bad enough weaning off my meds, but nowââ You stop mid-sentence and gape when you see the sign for a McDonalds. âMcFlurry.â
Alex laughs again, then changes lanes and drives into the McDonaldâs parking lot.
One order for a large fry and an Oreo McFlurry later, the two of you are back on the road and headed for home.
You hum contentedly as you swirl a few fries in your McFlurry. Before you can indulge, though, your addled brain kicks back into gear. âOh. Did you have a baby shower when you were pregnant with Mikhail?â
âNo.â Alex pauses to turn, then explains, âItâs considered back luck in Russian culture. Most expecting parents wonât have one or purchase things for the baby until they are born.â
âOh.â You blink a few times âthe curse under your breath when McFlurry drips off your fries and onto your shirt. You shove your fries and remaining McFlurry âdipâ into your mouth, then wipe down your shirt with a tissue (not that it does much good). Once youâre cleaner, and youâve swallowed, you ask, âThen why was Piotr so ambivalent about whether we have one or not?â
âBecause that boy will follow you to the ends of Earth if you asked,â Alex answers with a smirk. âAnd heâs Americanized a bit since moving here. Plus, we didnât necessarily raise our kids to be so superstitious. Nikolai and I saw it as more to not ask about someoneâs pregnancy unless they wanted to share, rather than luck related. We still prepared a nursery for Mikhail and stocked up on supplies.â She drums her fingers against the steering wheel while you wait behind another car. âTo be honest, even if parties were part of our culture, I wasnât in any shape for one.â She chuckles ruefully beneath her breath. âI was a wreck during that pregnancy.â
âHonestly, I feel the same way,â you admit with a heavy sigh. âIâm so tired, and sore, and I donât want to wear pants.â You smile when Alex laughs, then continue with your griping. âPlus, all of the shit Iâve seen for baby showers just⊠doesnât appeal? I donât have the energy to decorate, and apparently thereâs games you can play? But itâs weird stuff like melting candy bars in diapers, then having everyone try and guess what kind of candy it isââ
Alex grimaces. âThat sounds disgusting.â
âYeah. Plus, if Iâm getting candy, I just want to eat the candy.â
âUnderstandable and wise.â
âWe talked about having family and friends over for dinner,â you continue after grinning, âand to have some help around the house and finishing the nursery⊠but, like, how do you ask people âhey, come bring some food and hang out and help us with the nursery and house stuff because weâre expecting a baby?ââ
Alex smirks and shoots you a sidelong glance. âThat seemed pretty coherent to me.â
âThatâs not what Iââ You stick your tongue out at her when she laughs. âYou know what I mean.â
âI do,â she assures you. She brakes for a red light, then looks over and puts one hand on your shoulder. âJust ask, ptitsa. Ask, and weâll be there.â
You smile, and place your hand over hers. âThanks, Alex.â
âŠ
âI was thinking of actually printing invitations? I donât know why, I just think itâd be funny.â You spit toothpaste foam into the sink, then resume brushing your teeth. âWe could print an extra one to keep. Itâd be, like, a cute memory thing.â
Piotr smiles at you in the bathroom mirror, amused. âWe could. What would these hypothetical invitations say?â
âI dunno.â You rinse your mouth and toothbrush, then stick your toothbrush in the little holder you keep on the sink. ââWeâre having a baby; come eat food about it.â Whatever works, honestly.â When he chuckles, you turn to face him. âDo you have a better idea?â
Piotr laughs, shakes his head, then bends and kisses the top of your head. âI trust your creative vision, myshka.â
âDamn straight.â You smirk, self-satisfied, then turn back to the sink and resume your bedtime routine. Floss, fluoride, wash face⊠what kind of food are you supposed to serve at a baby shower? âWhat kind of food would we have?â
âUhâŠâ Piotr clears his throat. âI am not sure,â he calls from the bedroom. âPerhaps we should discuss in morning. Take night to sleep on ideas.â
Your reflection scrunches its face as you floss. âI donât think itâs that serious. Itâs just, like, a potluck dinner. Almost anything would work.â
Thereâs a pause, and then your husbandâs heavy footsteps approach the bathroom. He leans around the doorway and meets your gaze in the mirror, lips pursed. âDa. HoweverâŠâ He tucks his tongue inside his cheek and looks away. âYour nighttime cravings are⊠ravenous. And unpredictable.â
âI am not that bad!â You blow a raspberry at him over your shoulder, then toss your used flosser in the trash. âFine. Weâll talk about food in the morning.â You reach for the bottle of fluoride âthen gasp and scamper to the bathroom door. âWe should have pancakes for breakfast!â
Piotr laughs and nods as he turns down the bed. âPancakes for breakfast, very good.â
âWith blueberries!â
âWith blueberries.â
Pleased, you smile, then head back to the sink. Once youâre done with your routine, you head to bed and heft yourself onto the mattress.
Piotr, the saint he is, helps arrange pillows behind you to support your back. He leans over to watch as you scroll through YouTube. âAh, nighttime listenings.â He holds out one hand. âWould you like me to find Among Us gameplay for you?â
âI can do it,â you insist, frowning. âIâm pregnant, not missing my hands.â
âNyet, nyet,â he agrees. âButââ
ââHistory of Americana Diner Food.ââ You gasp when you see a thumbnail displaying burgers, fries, and a milkshake. Your stomach growls, and you groan. âOh, burgers sound so good.â
Piotr bites the inside of his lower lip when you gaze up at him pleadingly. He hesitates, then sighs and relents with a soft laugh. âDavay, myshka. Letâs get you burger.â
You coo happily, then leverage yourself out of bed. âJust for that, Iâll share my fries with you.â
âŠ
âI meant to ask you something earlier.â
Piotr glances over as you rummage through your take-out bag, then turns his attention back to the road. âChto?â
âWhy âthat smells so fucking good.â You stop to cram a few fries in your mouth, then continue once youâve swallowed. âWhy arenât you bothered by baby shower stuff?â
Thereâs a long silence. Then, with quiet bewilderment, Piotr says, âI think I am not understanding your meaning.â
âI mean⊠Your mom said that baby showers are inauspicious in Russia. But, when I asked you if we had to do one, you seemed ambivalent about it all.â
âI do not believe much in luck,â Piotr says after a moment, shrugging. âSome things are beyond control, da, but choices are what impact outcomes. Not unseen forces.â He pauses to change lanes, then adds, âAnd I want to be sensitive to you. You had bad upbringing. If there was something you wanted in preparation for our baby, for healing, then I want to make sure that happens.â
âNot everything comes down to my shitty childhood,â you press. âIâm not the only person in this relationship, and this isnât just my baby weâre expecting.â You wolf down a few more fries. âI donât want you to set aside what youâre comfortable with just because I had fuckheads for parents. This is all supposed to be about compromise.â
âI am not making myself uncomfortable, dorogoy,â Piotr assures you, tone gentle. He takes one hand off the wheel and takes hold of yours. âI think baby showers as tradition âas mandatoryâis foolish. But if you want one to celebrate our baby, that would make me very happy. And if you just want to rest, that makes me happy, also. Khorosho?â
âAlright.â You squeeze his hand lovingly, then reach into your bag and retrieve a few fries. âOpen up.â
Piotr chuckles, then opens his mouth and lets you feed him fries. âSpasibo.â
âŠ
The two of you settle on printing one commemorative flier, just for the two of you, then email your prospective guests. The promise is for a breakfast-style buffet of sorts; the two of you will provide the blinis, kasha, and some beef bacon (so Kitty can partake), and everyone else has been asked to bring their favorite breakfast dish.
You bust out laughing when Wade âwith Nate and Russell in towâshows up with a trunk full of Poptarts. âYou would!â
âWe are not keeping all of those,â Piotr mutters as he eyes the wall of blue boxes uneasily.
âSays you,â you tease. âIâm eating for two! These should last us⊠oh, about a week.â
Ellie and Yukio supply doughnuts and muffins, Neena comes with a box of freshly made breakfast burritos, and Alex, Nikolai, and Mikhail bring a veritable feast of traditional toppings for the blinis and set up to make fresh latkes.
Kitty and Illyana arrive last.
You blink rapidly when you see the numerous bags and containers carried between the two young women. âYou didnât have toââ
âYouâre the one who said to bring breakfast foods!â Kitty interrupts with a cheery grin.
You eye the gallon plastic bowl in her hands with mild suspicion. âWhat kind of breakfast is that?â
âOkay, thisââ she gestures with the bowl as she bustles into the kitchen ââisnât breakfast, but my mom heard that youâre pregnant, and she wanted to send along some food to help you guys out. Thisââ she lifts the bowl again ââis cholent, and âYanaâs got some roast chicken and challah from mom, for you guys, too. Do you have room in your fridge? Anyway,â she continues as Piotr starts rearranging the fridge contents to make room for everything, âwe brought good bagels and toppings for them, because you canât have breakfast without bagels.â She turns, finally catches sight of all the food in the kitchen, and her jaw drops. âOh shit.â
âIf you leave hungry, is own fault,â Nikolai announces while grating potatoes.
âHey, thatâs my kind of party!â Kitty says with a laugh. âLet me get my skillet and shit set up, and then Iâll start helping you, Nick. Where should I drop everything?â
âWe have counter space for you over there,â Piotr says, pointing towards the back of the kitchen. âAnd vegan pancake mix.â
âThereâs dairy free breakfast burritos for you in the paper bag!â Neena calls out. âAnd the guy doesnât use pork for any of his recipes.â
âAnd the pork gelatin free toaster pastries!â Russell adds.
âThe doughnuts back there are parve, too,â Ellie pipes up.
Kitty beams. âThank you so much. You guys are awesome!â
You smile, and pause for a moment to take it all in.
Itâs been an inexorably long journey. As far as youâve come from your past, there are times where you still canât believe youâve made it here âsomewhere good, and healthy, and safe. It almost feels like a dream. Or a magical trance. Or like youâre watching a movie, and youâre waiting for the credits to start rolling and for the house lights to turn on.
But itâs real. Youâre in a beautiful home, with a wonderful husband, surrounded by people who love, respect, and care about you and each other. And you have a baby on the way, on top of it all.
âMyshka?â Piotr places a gentle hand on your shoulder.
âIâm okay,â you assure him quietly as you wipe tears away from your eyes. âJust very happy.â
Piotr smiles softly, then bends down and kisses your forehead. âI love you very much, moya serdtse.â
âI love you, too.â You tug him down by the collar until you can kiss his cheek, then pat his chest when he straightens back up. âAlright, letâs get this show on the road.â
âUh, only if youâre sitting down.â Kitty blocks you when you try to enter the kitchen. âPretty sure youâre supposed to be resting? Doctorâs orders and all that?â
You purse your lips. âYou guys are guestsââ
âAnd weâre here to help.â Neena gently takes you by the shoulders and ushers you towards the couch. âSo, let us help.â
âResting is good, myshka,â Piotr starts when you protest.
âArenât we here to help both of you?â Ellie pipes up, voice flat but eyes glinting with unmistakable mischief.
âYeah, but whoâs gonna muscle Colossus out of the kitchen?â Russell stage whispers in reply.
All heads turn towards Alex.
Piotrâs confident expression quickly slips away as his mother looks him dead in the eye. âMamaâŠâ
âAre you going to sit?â she asks in Russian.
âBozhe ty moi âI am not pregnant,â Piotr insists. âI can help.â
Alex sighs, then rounds the kitchen island. âAlright.â
âNyet, nyet, I am not, mama donât âblyat!â
You laugh along with everyone else when Alex scoops Piotr up bridal-style.
She carries him over to the couch, then sets him down with surprising gentleness. âBe good,â she admonishes lovingly in Russian. She kisses Piotrâs forehead, then glances meaningfully at you. âRub your wifeâs shoulders.â
Piotr chuckles, somewhat exasperated, and rolls his eyes as his mother strides back to the kitchen. âI am grown man, you know.â
âDa,â Alex agrees without turning back. âYou are heavy like one.â
You giggle when Piotr rolls his eyes again, then reach over and grab his hand. You fix him with your prettiest, most pleading eyes when he looks at you. âYou donât want to sit with me?â
âI always want to sit with you,â Piotr assures you, relenting immediately. He moves closer to you, then puts one arm around your shoulders. âWould you like me to rub your back?â
âOh, always.â You lean against your husband, then relax as he starts rubbing your sore back with his thumbs. You groan, eyes sliding shut, and bask âin him, in the warmth of your home, in the happy chatter and delicious aromas wafting from the kitchen.
Your life certainly feels full of magic.
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Epilogue:
âInsert Leg A into Slot Gââ
âThat doesnât fucking tell me which shitbag it is!â Wade snaps. He snatches the instructions out of your hands, scans the page, then growls and hurls the paper against the floor. âYouâre a goddamn rocking chair! No one fucking asked you to run the elementary school accelerated program!â
âDefinitely comes with the same baggage,â Neena mutters.
Wade looks over his shoulder at her, then back at you. âRemind me why sheâs being the peanut gallery again, instead of using her internal magic eight ball to help us?â
Neena rolls her eyes. âFor the last time, thatâs not how my powers work.â
âNot to mention theyâre probably already maxed to keep you from throwing the materials through the window,â you mumble under your breath.
Things wouldâve been simpler if youâd just purchased a pre-assembled rocking chair. Unfortunately, not many of them come rated from someone of Piotrâs size (or the wear and tear youâre both certain that your baby âand, eventually, kidsâwill put the seat through).
âI keep telling you guys, youâre going about this all wrong!â Kitty calls as she carries the vacuum cleaner down the hall.
âYes, do enlighten us, Ms. âQuantumania Axed the Best Character,ââ Wade grumbles.
Kitty stares at him for a long moment, face scrunched up in conclusion. â...Right.â
âKURT WAS A GEM, AND WE ALL KNOW IT!â
âLook, you guys just need to let Alex and Ellie do this,â Kitty presses on as she gestures to the mess of wooden slats and rocking chair pieces on the ground. âItâs butch magic. Theyâll sort it out in, like, ten minutes.â
âI already told you, Katherine,â Ellie hollers from down the stairs, âI canât assemble a fucking chair!â
âFine, Ellen!â Kitty shouts back. âThen just let Alex do it! Honestly, you have a hyper-competent badass in the house, and you donât stick her on IKEA assembly? The fuck is wrong with you all!â
âLetâs keep things moving, please.â Alexâs voice and footsteps echo up the stairwell. âAnd reasonably calm,â she adds with a knowing look at Kitty. Thereâs a pause until Kitty nods and heads off, and then Alex appears in the nursery doorway. âWhat am I doing now?â
âHow good are you at assembling rocking chairs?â Neena asks.
Alex chuckles, then plucks the instructions off the floor. âIâll give it a go.â
#sass writes#piotr rasputin x reader#kitty pryde x illyana rasputin#the aforementioned gender reveal fic will be coming soon#but this is what i had so they're gonna be out of order#x men fanfiction#deadpool fanfiction#colossus hyperfixation collection#i wrote a lot of this when i was hungry can you tell#the reference to quantumania at the end is for my bff ily mady
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Link: https://www.tumblr.com/cookiemmilk/769602273303265280/im-black-and-i-think-zionism-is-just-neo-nazism
I didnât go looking for this, I wasnât purveying tags or anything. Just scrolling through my dashboard on Tumblr, and bam! Hereâs a zero note post comparing Zionism to Neo-Nazism. Which, even if someone full heartedly believed Zionism is racism and all thatâŠthat still wouldnât make it neo-Nazism. Sorry, actually they said âZionism is Neo-Nazism but for Jewish peopleâ (the sentence is so stupid). The bullshit never makes sense even if you apply their own logic (which, I suppose is a feature not a bug). This incessant need to compare Israel to Nazi Germany is straight up antisemitic, itâs âthe Jews are just as bad as the Nazis nowâ which proves they have a concerning lack of knowledge regarding the Holocaust because no, thereâs no similarities between the Third Reich and Modern-day Israel. The situations are entirely different, but of course they (idiots, antisemitic idiots, and those using the Holocaust as some kind of gotcha against Israelis and Jewish people) donât really care about that do they?
Disclaimer: Islamophobia is bad, undeniable so and if/when it shows up in UK media it ought to be denounced (I donât really read UK news so not entirely familiar with the typical racist rhetoric that is used over there). But to say, âwhy doesnât the world care about Palestine?â Is just a baffling question. The world does care (arguably), I mean why else are charities giving out aid and distributing food over there? Why is Anera and the WCF over there if the world doesnât care? I mean, didnât countries start declaring Palestine a state recently as well? I mean, the countless protests in Israel against their own government, grassroots organizations and interfaith organizations all trying for peace in the region, etc etc. the protests here as well (even though I feel the U.S. protests tend to be mostly for-show, not actually effective, and concerningly antisemitic).
You could say âI feel like people donât care enoughâ or âpeople might care but thereâs no action being done to help Palestineâ or âthere isnât enough being done to help Palestine / Palestiniansâ. One could argue that various governments could be doing more, that Israel could be doing more, and so on! Whether their arguments stand up or not is another matter, but that would be an understandable statement to make! Why the fuck is so hard for people to make valid criticisms of a country and its military operations without veering straight into conspiracy theories and antisemitism and Nazi comparisons?
Just realized, I think OP is using the revised Wikipedia version of the definition of Zionism, which you covered sometime ago. The section of âHitlerâs goalsâ explicitly says European Jews, which I donât disagree with necessarily BUT that feels like it misses the whole fact that there were also camps in North African countries like Tunisia, Algeria, Morocco and so on?
Like just a quick search gives multiple sources on North Africa during WW2. Those are the quick sources I used for reference (I know you know all that, Iâm just saying where I got my stuff from).
https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/gallery/camps-in-north-africa
https://theconversation.com/north-africans-experiences-of-world-war-ii-often-go-unheard-194326
https://www.yadvashem.org/holocaust/about/outbreak-of-ww2-anti-jewish-policy/north-africa-and-middle-east.html#narrative_info
I have no fucking clue what âtoo many black people go all Zionismâ means. Canât tell if theyâre complaining about people voting blue but supporting Israel? Is that a weird pro-Trump dig or âboth sides are badâ? It doesnât really matter I suppose, nitpicking one tiny detail of a shitty post.
What the actual fuck does âat least they know not to use their families death for their own gain like Zionists doâ mean? How fuckingâŠI donât evenâŠis this meant to be a âlook Zionists (bad Jews) are using the Holocaust as an excuse to oppress Palestiniansâ? What a vile thing to say.
A cursory glance at their blog reveals the usual âJews are Nazis, Zionists are Nazisâ shit and âThe Oscars / Academy Awards show is a conspiracy, Israel is using it as coverâ shit.
if Iâve misspoken or said anything out of turn, please let me know (I mean this all in good faith). I donât want to seem too charitable towards someone being antisemitic, Iâm just trying to understand their (irrational) logic, nor do I want to dismiss Palestinian suffering either while mentioning I/P.
Oh man either Nation of Islam takes another black person into hating Jews instead of white supremacy
or they're a russian bot who all claim to be black women (and the OTHER reason tumblr bans black women so much) but their unnatural speech pattern and their innefective tagging screams bot
thanks for the investigation!
#antisemitism#leftist antisemitism#leftist brainrot#leftist hypocrisy#tankie punks fuck off#antisemitic conspiracy theories#holocaust inversion#blocklist#russian bots#psyops
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Part 1
A/N: I really hope you will all like this story. Itâs my first pretty long story (it will have around 10 parts, so stay tuned ;) ) that Iâm posting here. You can also find the story on my wattpad account (username: tmrxlover_writer).
Pictures are from Pinterest, the filter is Cinnamon on Polarr.
Warnings: none
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Another day at Uni after he just scored his first La Liga goal . He was buzzing, but had to be on time for classes. He was sure the whole university will congratulate him. Being famous was difficult when you just wanted to be a normal student.
"Our boy Fermin is back!"
You looked up from your notes to see Fermin being congratulated by the whole class. People hugging him, patting him on the back. "Thanks man" he kept saying, trying to make his way to his place. He just wanted the class to begin so everyone could leave him alone. "Hey" he said, sitting next to you. "Hi" you replied quietly. Being the shy nerdy girl was bad enough when you were sitting near the hot athletic guy. You asked yourself multiple times why did he choose to sit near you in the first year. There were a lot of empty places, but he chose the second row in the front, exactly near you. "Anything that I missed?" He asked, looking at your notes. He always admired your beautiful handwriting and how organised you were, so he knew where to choose to sit at your first class together. Surely not the guy with only a piece of paper and a pen, but rather the girl surrounded by books, coloured pencils and a cup of coffee. He didn't have the balls to ask you to get coffee in the morning, even though he wasn't drinking it, he would offer to come along with you.
"Erm...not really. We talked about more practical stuff. I made some notes if you want to take a picture or something" you offered shyly. You never ever gave your notes to anyone because they were just some lazy asses who didn't care about anything, but you were here to learn. You wanted to be a physiotherapist. They were here just to get a diploma. Not Fermin though. He was passionate about the subject, even though he missed a lot of classes because of his packed schedule. You were willing to help him because he showed interest. And appreciated your work too.
"Thanks. Actually I had an idea, I mean a proposal" he said. "I'm quite behind with everything, so I was wondering if you'd like to meet somewhere and help me catch up? It's okay if you don't want to" he said nervously. Why the heck was he nervous? He scored his first goal in freaking La Liga and was nervous talking to a girl he's seen almost every day in 3 years. You thought about his idea, you wanted to help him, but you weren't the person to meet up in random places to study. You liked the confined space of your room and desk, and maybe the library or the coffee shop, when you had to do computer work.
"I don't want to sound... uhh... like I'm inviting myself" he said blushing as if reading your mind. "But I can come to your place, if that's okay with you". "I... uhh" you rambled on, but the professor was already in class, ready to read one of his boring presentations for 2 hours. You barely paid attention to what he was saying, debating whether to accept Fermin's idea or not, while drawing random patterns on your copybook. Fermin noticed you zooming out so he scribbled something down on his own copybook. He nudged you so you could read what he wrote.
It's okay. It was just an idea :)
You shook your head, writing under his: we talk after the class.
For the rest of the class, you took notes, while Fermin tried paying attention, but his mind kept drifting off somewhere else. What if he overstepped with all this I-can-come-to-your-place-to-study thing and you would think he's weird? He face palmed himself for that, but you were his only hope to pass the exams this semester. The professor finally ended the class and you started packing your bag. Neither of you spoke until you were out of the class.
"Listen Iâ"
"It's okay ifâ"
You both stopped mid sentence and chuckled. "You first" he encouraged. "So, I think it's okay for you to come. I live alone anyway. Just tell me when it's okay with you". Fermin couldn't believe what he was hearing. You never ever invited someone over and he could respect that it was your safe place and he didn't want to intrude. "Are you sure it's okay?" He asked and you nodded. "Okay, let me see. Actually I'll text you the day before because I'll have some recovery trainings and I'll be free to come" he said. "I know it's difficult to put up with me" he chuckled nervously. "It's okay. It's not like I'm a party animal or anything" you said. "Okay... I'll let you know soon. Bye. And thank you" he said, climbing into his car. He thought of offering you a car ride, but maybe it was too much overstepping in one day, so he just waved at you and you waved back to him.
When you arrived home, you thought about this day. What the heck was today? Of course you gave him your notes pretty often, but him to come here to study? That was a whole new level.
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I absolutely agree that Anakin wouldâve fallen sooner if he didnât have PadmĂ© by his side! She really brought out the best in him, and he felt the most happy with her which kept him together. Without her, he 1000% wouldâve probably fell the minute Shmi died. Anakin having those visions of PadmĂ© in ROTS really gave Palpatine the shortcut to his end goal. Otherwise Anakin would not have ever fallen, if he never saw those dreams.
BtwI loved your ship ask post! Do you have any other Anidala headcanons you could share with us? đ of course, no pressure if you donât <3
yeah anakinâs constantly surrounded by people who view and treat him as Potentially Dangerous and padmĂ© is pretty much the only person who isnât doing that at all and she asserts his goodness more than anyone, and without her itâs like. if you treat someone like an atomic bomb consistently enough theyâre going to start exploding. and without her all heâs got left is people who treat him like an atomic bomb. donât see how anyone thinks that could end well.
and thank you!! i have so many headcanons so here are some lighthearted quick fire ones off the top of my head:
anakin loves affectionate biting. if a part of padmĂ© thatâs feasibly bitable is near his mouth he will bite it. he nibbles at her ear. he bites her shoulder. he chomps her hand. he bites her bottom lip when they kiss. padmĂ© complains but she actually loves it and thinks itâs adorable and when he actually leaves a mark sheâs like awww. after a while she just starts biting him back
padmĂ© loves playing with anakinâs hair and if it is in her reach sheâll just start braiding it. doesnât matter what else is happening. they could be having the most serious conversation in the world and there she is putting little braids in his hair. at a certain point anakin starts coming home with hairstyle requests and playing hairstylist becomes a way to kill an evening
tangential to this another fun thing they will do occasionally is doll anakin up bc he has literally never worn anything besides what is essentially his work uniform and anything else is like the most exciting thing ever and padmé thinks he looks so pretty in makeup
they shower together as much as they possibly can and part of that is shower sex but itâs mostly for the intimacy. they are allergic to not being close to each other of course they canât be apart for a whole shower
in general theyâre the clingiest people in the galaxy and when theyâre home alone they are very rarely not putting their hands under each otherâs clothes. and again this mostly not horny they really just would be skin to skin 24/7 if that were an option
mentioned this in the post you mentioned but i will reiterate that neither of them are particularly culinarily skilled but they love cooking together so much because itâs an excuse to be in close proximity for a few hours and sometimes theyâll even make something edible. win win! anakin is actually decent at cooking on his own but padmĂ©âs presence is so distracting and her lack of skill is so great it brings them both down and that right there is true love
they donât fight often but on the rare occasions they do itâs pretty explosive (mostly on anakinâs end) because anakin has Major Issues and this is quite literally the only non-hierarchical relationship heâs ever had, and in a way itâs also padmĂ©âs but in the opposite direction because her only friends ever have been her employees, and boy oh boy can that collide in weird ways. and they resolve it fast enough but they always end up plagued by the fact that they can never fully understand each other because theyâre spiritually clingy too and i think if they had it their way padmĂ© would be able to read anakinâs mind and anakin would literally just merge with padmĂ© into some eldritch being. and then theyâd never fight again <3
tangentially their worst fights typically lead into their best fucks. they really cannot stay mad at each other at all they find it unbearable
that is broadly all i can think of for now but i definitely have more because i have unfortunately been plagued with star wars brainworms since i was in the seventh grade. i love anidala i love thinking about them i love talking about them i know them better than my own family at this point
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When Bachira was first introduced, I actually didn't quite like his character much.
At a quick first glance, it's not tough to perceive him as the stereotypical quirky best friend/companion character for a protagonistâat least, that's what I judged him to be. Not hating on sunshine characters, but the first thing that came into my mind was, "So clichĂ©." After Ego's such an intense speech, I just didn't appreciate the thought of a character being opposite to the more serious tone of the Manga; felt like pushing a character into the bandwagon of, "Idc if I'm weird, I love being me."
But now if someone were to say that they don't like Bachira, then I give them the most diabolical side-eye to have ever side-eyed in the history of side-eyeing.
I don't know how or maybe Rin was speaking with what he had experienced himself, but he grasped Bachira's character much better and before Isagi did (read left to right):
I didn't think of it much at that time, I just thought Rin was just being all high and mighty, but a small realisation did form in the back of my mind that despite the whole concept/ideal of Blue Lock and being a top notch player himself, Bachira always appeared like he was looking for someone and while others were trying make a goal by themselves in the Team Z, he was passing to Isagiâthat's one of the reason I think Ego saw through too, maybe that's why Bachira was in Team Z and not higher.
Panning the focus to his childhood:
Just look at him trying to convince them to play more soccer with him.
*sigh*
He is so precious and my heart nearly broke when those kids were calling him gross and weird:
As someone with Mommy issues, you might not fully understand how much I adore Bachira's mother. Without her, Bachira would've lost himself completely. She is just amazing.
..but:
It was because of her that Bachira was able to continue believing in himself. He didn't want to lose the voice that others lostâthat's one of the reasons why I think he made an imaginary friend, his monster, so that he wouldn't forget the voice.
However, amidst everything, he was just.. lonely.
He envisioned his soccer through the image of his monster. It was easier that way, at least, for him. However, he could only see that monster in those who were behind the screensâthe actual pro players. That's why he wished to play just like them and to find someone who played soccer like him, understood the 'fun' part of soccer.
He was so lonely..
..and that's when Isagi came:
I'm so sorry to all Isagi x Bachira shipper, but I, sometimes, can't help but low-key despise you guys. I'm not saying all, but many of you have just reduced them to a Twink x Twink ship. I'm not against shipping, ship whoever you want as long as it's morally ethical and you aren't shoving it down my throat, but this ship does overshadows the actual beauty of their relationâtheir beautiful friendship.
Bachira had already started doubting himself whether he'd ever find someone or notâwhether he'd be forever lonely with his soccer or not and that's when Isagi came. That's why Bachira loves Isagi so muchâhe was his first true friend after all.
Just to clarify again, I'm not against Isagi x Bachira ship and neither do I hate it. Please do not attack me. I'm not trying to shame anyone for shipping them.
I hope @thebluelockroyals, you now understand why I think Bachira has a sad backstory.
Loneliness is awful and the fear of never finding someone who understands you and your love for something you enjoy is heart wrenching. Some might argue that he got a wonderful mother, but sometimes, it's just not enough. Helplessness never sees your comfortâhe had her, but he wished for someone who resonated in the same frequency as him.
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This face screams, "I ated glass":
Younger!Bachira gives me so much baby fever. God! The cuteness aggression! I'll definitely give my own child the same hairstyle as his.
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