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capricorn-writes1 · 1 month ago

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Hey love, I see your HCS of Aomine with s/o that is horrible in sport and I love it ❤️❤️❤️ but Can I request Himuro, Murasakibara, and Alex with S/O that are also horrible in sport???

❤️Murasakibara Atsushi, Himuro Tatsuya and Alexandra Garcia Having S/O Who Are Terrible At Sports❤️

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Hello there, Anon. I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality, and I would like to apologize for replying to the ask late because I had horrible carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand and depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as therapy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and was able to get a quick 6 months of internship before leaving to find a new job.

Gender: Neutral Warning: None

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Murasakibara Atsushi: Center/Ace - Yosen High School

Watching you trip over your own shoelaces during a casual game of catch is peak comedy to him. He’ll be chuckling with a mouthful of chips, mumbling, “You’re sooo bad at this, (Y/N)~” But he’ll still lazily roll the ball back to you so you can try again.

If someone else laughs at your lack of coordination, he instantly gets defensive. With narrowed eyes and an arm around your shoulder, he’ll say, “Only I can say (Y/N)’s bad at sports.” He’ll probably challenge them to a one-on-one and win just to make a point.

At first, he lifts you by the waist so you can dunk, thinking it’s cute. Then he sees you try to dribble and the ball hits your face. With a sigh, he hands you snacks instead: “Let’s just eat, okay?”

You’re wheezing after a 100-meter sprint while he’s just strolling along with Pocky in his mouth. “You’re sooo slow, Y/N~,” he teases, but he hands you his water bottle. Secretly, he loves watching you try your best, even if you suck.

While his world revolves around towering over opponents and breaking rims, you’re in the corner struggling with jump rope and somehow getting tangled. He watches you with a weirdly soft expression and thinks, I want to protect this clumsy creature forever.

You accidentally hit him with a dodgeball once. It barely grazed his arm, but he dramatically flopped over like he’d been shot. You screamed in horror, but he popped up, laughing like a kid. “You really think that could take me out?” He grinned, ruffling your hair.

He blocks the sun for you during outdoor games, literally just standing beside you like a human shade tree while you squint at the sky. “You’re going to get heatstroke or something,” he says while chewing a chocolate bar. Then he shares it with you and complains when you bite too much.

He calls you his “clumsy little shrimp.” You groan every time, but he says it with so much affection it’s hard to argue. You may not run fast or throw well, but you cheer for him louder than anyone. And that, to Murasakibara, is way more important than being good at sports.

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You had never been good at sports. Not just “meh” or “okay on a good day”, you were impressively, artistically terrible. Balls flew in the opposite direction of your aim, running left you wheezing after ten seconds, and you had once managed to trip over a stationary hula hoop. The only reason you agreed to come to the school’s casual basketball day was because he would be there. Murasakibara Atsushi, the walking snack tower you somehow called your boyfriend.

He was already on the court when you arrived, lazily towering over his teammates and dunking without even jumping. You waved at him with both arms like an overexcited flag semaphore. He noticed you right away, slow-blinking like a sleepy cat, and then wandered over. “You wore the jersey,” he said, eyes flicking over the way his oversized shirt hung on you like a dress. “Cute.” You tried to strike a sporty pose but nearly lost your balance. He caught you by the elbow, grinning like it made his whole afternoon.

When you joined the casual game, it was a pure disaster. The first time someone passed you the ball, it bounced off your head and rolled away. Your attempt at dribbling resembled a child slapping a balloon. Murasakibara didn’t even try to hide his amusement. “You’re sooo bad at this, (Y/N),” he said through a mouthful of gummy worms. “Like, impressively bad.” You shot him a half-hearted glare, cheeks hot with embarrassment.

Still, he didn’t leave your side. When the others ran ahead, he strolled beside you, acting like you were the star player. When someone snickered after you tripped over your own feet, he shot them a look cold enough to turn summer into snow. “Only I get to call (Y/N) clumsy,” he said, stuffing another piece of mochi into your mouth before you could respond.

You tried to redeem yourself by showing off a cartwheel you’d been practicing in secret, but it ended in you tumbling sideways and landing in the grass with a surprised squeak. There was a pause, then Murasakibara broke into loud, wheezing laughter, doubling over with his hands on his knees. “You’re seriously the worst at this,” he said between laughs, “and it’s the best thing ever.” You pouted, grass stuck in your hair, but couldn’t help smiling too.

After the game, the two of you sat under a tree, legs stretched out, sharing a bag of salty chips while the sun dipped lower in the sky. “I think I’ll just be your personal cheer squad from now on,” you declared, waving an imaginary pom-pom. He hummed in approval. “That’s good. You look better on the sidelines in my jersey anyway.” You leaned your head against his arm, feeling the warmth of the day slowly cooling down.

He handed you the last chip without hesitation, which was as close to a love confession as Murasakibara got. “You don’t have to be good at sports,” he muttered, flicking your forehead gently. “You’re already my favorite.” You stuck your tongue out at him in reply, pretending not to melt like chocolate under the sun.

And maybe you were still bad at sports, but with him beside you-teasing, protective, warm like a giant pillow, you didn’t mind at all.

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Himuro Tatsuya: Shooting Guard - Yosen High School

He finds your lack of athletic skill kind of adorable. You nearly fall while trying to kick a soccer ball, and he rushes to catch you before you faceplant. With a warm smile and soft laugh, he says, “Maybe stick to cheering, sweetheart.” But you catch him bragging about your enthusiasm to his teammates later.

He’ll gently guide you through the basics, step by step. Himuro’s patience is endless, especially with you; he’ll adjust your posture, your grip, and your stance. His hands are always warm as they rest on yours. And he always says “Perfect,” even when you mess up.

You once tried to join him for morning jogging. Once. After five minutes, you were hunched over a bench wheezing like a lawnmower. Himuro offered you water, wiped your forehead, and said, “You made it farther than yesterday.” You blinked. “I didn’t jog yesterday.” He smiled. “Exactly.”

He always asks if you want to come to practice, even if you just sit and read. He likes knowing you’re nearby, even if you're curled up with a book while drills happen around you.You occasionally peek up and clap when he scores a shot. His cheeks flush every time, no matter how cool he acts.

He once tried to teach you basketball… and deeply regretted it. You managed to hit yourself in the chin with the ball on the first dribble. He was horrified, gently inspecting your jaw with the care of a surgeon. “We’re doing yoga next time,” he declared.

He makes fun of you, but with elegance. “Oh, darling, you were born with many talents… just not athletic ones.” You shove him lightly, and he kisses the back of your hand with a teasing grin. Still, he’ll always volunteer to be your three-legged race partner, no matter the risk.

You’re terrible at catching things, and he’s made it into a game. He gently tosses small items like candy, pens, or rolled socks at you randomly throughout the day. You catch about 10% of them. Each time you miss, he dramatically clutches his chest and says, “And I still love you.”

He becomes your accidental bodyguard during team sports. If a dodgeball comes flying your way, he intercepts it like a reflex. “Sorry, muscle memory,” he says coolly, spinning the ball on his finger. You stick to hiding behind him after that, and he lets you.

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You had no business being on a basketball court. That fact became glaringly obvious the moment you attempted your first dribble and sent the ball ricocheting off your shoe, bouncing with traitorous energy toward the nearest wall. Himuro, mid-conversation with a teammate, turned just in time to watch the chaos unfold. His lips twitched with amusement as he calmly strolled over, picking up the ball like it hadn’t just tried to assassinate a water bottle on the bench.

“I see you’ve developed your own playing style,” he said, smile soft but teasing. You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “My playing style is called complete athletic failure,” you muttered through your fingers. Himuro chuckled, gently pulling your hands away so he could look you in the eye. “If this is failure, it’s the most graceful one I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, and you couldn’t tell if he was mocking you or flirting. Maybe both.

He offered to teach you the basics, just for fun, he promised and guided you through simple moves, his voice calm and steady. But somehow, even with his patient coaching and the occasional hand on your waist or your shoulder to adjust your form, you remained spectacularly uncoordinated. You tripped on your own shoelaces twice and once flailed so dramatically trying to shoot the ball that he instinctively reached out to catch you. “Basketball might not be your sport,” he said gently, helping you up. “But falling? You’ve really mastered that.”

After ten minutes, you sat down on the gym floor, winded and mildly traumatized by a basketball to the shin. Himuro knelt beside you, not the least bit tired, still looking as smooth and composed as ever. He handed you a water bottle and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. “You know,” he said thoughtfully, “most people would’ve quit by now. I like that you’re stubborn.” You raised a brow. “Is that a compliment?” He smiled. “Absolutely.”

Field day at school wasn’t any better. You were the last one across the finish line in the sack race, having fallen over twice and accidentally hopped into a bush. Himuro was waiting for you with a towel, water, and zero judgment. “You were amazing,” he said as if you’d won Olympic gold. You eyed him suspiciously. “I came in dead last.” He shrugged. “Still my favorite competitor.” He even kissed your forehead, and for a second, you forgot you had grass stains on your knees.

Later that evening, you found yourself sprawled on a picnic blanket while Himuro read beside you, your head in his lap. “I don’t get why you keep inviting me to sporty things,” you said, squinting up at him. “You know I suck.” He looked down at you, his expression warm and unreadable all at once. “Because you make it fun. You laugh when you fall. You cheer like I just hit the game-winner even when I miss. You make all of this feel lighter.”

You reached up and flicked his chin gently. “You’re really good at making clumsiness sound poetic.” He caught your wrist and kissed your fingers in return. “That’s because I love all the parts of you, including the ones that can’t throw a ball to save their life.” You blinked, caught off guard by how easily he said it, as if the words were already true before he spoke them aloud.

In the end, maybe you’d never be good at sports, but Himuro made it feel like you didn’t need to be. With him beside you, even your worst gym-class disasters turned into soft, golden memories. And that, in its own strange way, felt like winning.

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Alexandra Garcia : Trainer/Coach

Alex finds your lack of coordination endlessly entertaining. The first time she saw you trip over a foam dodgeball, she burst into laughter and nearly dropped her protein shake. “You’re like Bambi learning to walk, but cuter!” she cooed, pinching your cheeks. You glared at her, but your blush betrayed you.

She tries to train you anyway, because she believes in the impossible. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ve trained NBA-level players. I can definitely teach you to catch a volleyball.” Five minutes later, you bonked yourself in the forehead with it. She kissed the red mark and said, “Okay, we’ll start with breathing exercises.”

She takes videos of your flops to watch later and giggle. You caught her once rewatching your failed somersault attempt while drinking wine and giggling like a teenager. “Don’t worry,” she said with a wink. “It’s for analysis purposes.” You deleted the video, and she immediately demanded a reenactment.

Alex loves showing you off in front of her athlete friends. She wraps an arm around your shoulder and announces proudly, “This cutie? Completely useless at sports. And still mine.” They laugh, and you groan, but she’s already kissing your cheek. “Don’t worry. You’re better than all of them at cuddling.”

She makes you do warm-ups with her for fun, knowing you’ll fail spectacularly. “Okay! High knees! Stretch! Breathe! Lift those arms, gorgeous!” You collapse halfway through, panting like a dying hamster. She gives you water and a massage like you just finished a marathon

She’s lowkey protective when people laugh at your efforts. If anyone snickers when you mess up in PE, Alex’s expression drops from sunshine to stormcloud. “Laugh again and I’ll accidentally spike a basketball into your face,” she’ll say sweetly. No one ever laughs twice.

She sneakily flirts during “training” sessions to distract you from failing. “Okay, dribble the ball… and look at me like that again and I might let you win.” You forget the ball entirely. “Oops,” she smirks. “Guess we’re playing a different game now.”

At the end of the day, she wouldn’t change a thing. You bring softness to her loud life, laughter to her serious moments, and kisses after her workouts. “You may suck at sports,” she says, cuddling against you on the couch, “but you’re perfect at being mine.” And when she says it like that, you almost believe you are an MVP.

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You should have known something was up the second Alex walked into your room wearing spandex leggings, a cropped hoodie, and a look of barely-contained excitement. She held a duffel bag in one hand and two smoothies in the other. “Surprise, babe! I signed us up for a couples’ boot camp class at the park!” she chirped. You blinked at her from your blanket burrito, deeply betrayed. “I didn’t agree to this. I’m in a committed relationship, with my couch.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were gasping for breath beside her on a yoga mat, swearing your legs had betrayed you. The instructor had just yelled something about burpees, and Alex was bouncing like she lived on a planet with less gravity. “Come on, sweetie! Use those beautiful thighs!” she called, clearly living her best life. You wheezed back, “My thighs have given up on me. Tell them I said goodbye.”

Alex didn’t stop smiling, even when you collapsed halfway through jumping jacks and accidentally hit yourself in the face. She offered you water with a wink, dabbing your forehead with the corner of her towel like you were the star of a sports movie. Except instead of winning the big game, you were struggling not to pass out in public. “You’re doing great, darling,” she said, kissing your nose. “I’ve never seen someone flop this artistically.”

By the end of the session, your body felt like overcooked spaghetti, and Alex looked like she could run a marathon and then teach Zumba. She practically skipped beside you as you hobbled out of the park. “That was amazing! We should make this a weekly thing!” she beamed. You gave her a flat look. “Only if you also agree to a weekly nap class where I teach you how to lie down and do nothing.”

Later that evening, the two of you were curled up on the couch, and Alex had her legs slung over yours, scrolling through her phone. You caught her watching a video, of you. Flailing dramatically during high knees. “Alex,” you groaned, burying your face in a cushion. “Are you really watching my athletic downfall for fun?” She grinned. “For science. And also because you’re adorable when you suffer.”

She kissed your temple then, soft and warm, and rested her head on your shoulder. “I love that you came with me even though you hate it,” she said. “You were sweaty, breathless, and wildly uncoordinated, and still the cutest person there.” You rolled your eyes but felt the heat creeping into your cheeks. “You’re weird.” “You’re welcome,” she replied smugly.

When she offered to carry you bridal-style to the kitchen later, you thought she was joking, until she actually scooped you up and strutted like she’d won a trophy. “See?” she purred. “You don’t need to be athletic. That’s my job. You just focus on being adorable and letting me show off.” You groaned, but didn’t resist. It was hard to argue when you were weightless in her arms and laughing uncontrollably.

By the time she plopped you onto a stool and started prepping your favorite snack, you had fully accepted your role in this relationship: chaotic disaster, protected and adored by a goddess in sneakers. You didn’t need medals or muscle, just Alexandra Garcia and the way she made you feel like a champion, even when you couldn’t catch a basketball to save your life.

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tiny1ntheblu3 · 2 months ago

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g/t scenario from wattpad i wrote -.- the giant in this was supposed to be blind and hear the tiny through vibrations but that went meh

basically, borrower meets blind giant and his talkative parrot

Journal Entry #3

It's been about a month since the new tenant moved in, and over the weeks he's been here, I've noticed a few things:

He's a pred, but a weird one. He eats meat, but rarely. He could devour something my size in a single bite, but so far, he hasn't. I'd like to keep it that way.

He's blind, but not stupid.

I learned that the hard way. While I was out scavenging, he suddenly came out of his room, moving like he knew something was off. My heart nearly stopped. He walked straight to where I was, hands hovering just above the counter, fingers trailing over objects with a kind of precision that sent a chill down my spine. I would've been caught if not for the hole in the wall. He didn't see me, but he felt something was different. The way he listened to the air, how he turned his head slightly like he was focusing on the smallest of sounds... Yeah. I need to be more careful.

He cannot cook to save his life.

For a being of his size and stature, you'd think he could at least make soup. But no. I watched him fumble through a meal, forgetting half the ingredients, nearly setting his sleeve on fire, and leaving the stove unattended. It was so bad, I had to intervene. I waited for him to step away, then rushed in to salvage what I could. The first time, I thought I'd just add a little salt. The second time, a few herbs. Now... now I'm practically cooking for him. I tell myself it's just self-preservation. If I have to share his food, it might as well be edible.

The worst part? He notices.

At first, I thought I was in the clear. But lately, I've caught him pausing before eating, tilting his head like he's... testing something. He sniffs at his food more. He lingers by the counter, fingertips brushing over surfaces like he's checking if something's out of place.

And then there's Yapperson.

A white, fluffy, loud-mouthed traitor. I threw a sunflower seed at him once to shut him up, and now we have an unspoken agreement: I leave him snacks, and he doesn't snitch. But I think he's getting too comfortable with our arrangement.

Because today, when the giant sat down to eat, Yapperson fluffed up and proudly announced,

"Little thief! Little thief!"

I nearly dropped the spoon I was holding. My entire body froze.

The giant paused, spoon halfway to his mouth. He turned his head slightly, listening.

Then, in the most casual voice imaginable, he repeated, "Little thief, huh?"

My pulse was thundering. I stayed absolutely still, praying he wouldn't suddenly swipe a hand across the counter. His fingers twitched, hovering just a little longer before finally moving away.

Yapperson, bless his cowardly heart, ruffled his feathers and muttered, "Not tellin'."

That was the only reason I got out of there alive. But now I know for sure—the giant suspects something. And worse? I think he's testing me.

It's been about a month since I moved into my new apartment, and I can't shake the feeling that something is... different.

At first, I thought I was losing it. My cooking has always been a disaster, but lately, it's been less of one. At first, I chalked it up to dumb luck. But the more I paid attention, the more I noticed the changes—tiny, subtle adjustments to my meals.

Spices I don't remember adding. Ingredients I swore I forgot, somehow made their way into my meals. And—most suspiciously—my food actually tastes good.

Which leads me to one explanation.

I think I have a borrower.

I've heard rumors. Tiny people who live in walls, sneaking around, borrowing things humans don't notice are missing. I never thought I'd have one in my home. But what other explanation is there?

The first time it happened, I left a bland soup on the counter to cool. When I came back, the flavor had changed. I thought I had imagined it. But after the third, fourth, and fifth time, I started testing it.

I began leaving things out on purpose—missing spices, half-prepared meals, and minor adjustments that only someone interfering would notice. And each time, the results were the same.

My food improved.

I kept quiet about it. I didn't want to scare them off. If they really were a borrower, I had no idea how to approach them without making them flee. But today, Yapperson—my fluffy little snitch—decided to call them out.

"Little thief! Little thief!"

I froze.

I hadn't taught him that.

Which meant he heard it from somewhere.

I tilted my head slightly, listening for anything out of place. The air felt... charged. Like someone was holding their breath.

I exhaled slowly. "Little thief, huh?"

Nothing.

But that silence was enough of an answer.

And then, in a rare moment of loyalty, Yapperson ruffled his feathers and muttered, "Not tellin'."

A grin tugged at my lips. Interesting.

I didn't push it. My little guest, if still here, would probably be scared stiff. But now I had proof.

I have a borrower.

And I don't want them to leave.

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I've made a mistake.

A huge mistake.

I got comfortable. Too comfortable. I let my guard down, and now... now I don't know if I can fix it.

It started like any other night. The giant had abandoned another pot of barely edible soup, and I—being the fool I am—decided to step in again. He'd left the kitchen, the apartment was silent, and I figured I had a few minutes to work.

I was wrong.

I was on the counter, carefully adjusting the seasoning, when I heard the softest shift of fabric. The kind you wouldn't notice unless you were listening for it.

I froze, my heart slamming against my chest.

And then I heard it.

The giant's slow, purposeful steps.

I didn't even hear him move, but I knew he was there. I could feel it in the air. He wasn't looking directly at me, but I could tell he was listening intently, the way his head tilted slightly, his posture still and focused. He had to know something was different. I held my breath, praying I wouldn't make a sound.

And then—disaster.

Yapperson, the feathery betrayer, hopped onto the counter next to me and let out a chirp of betrayal.

"Little thief!"

I cursed under my breath. My body stiffened.

The giant's head turned toward the sound. He didn't need sight to track the noise. I could tell from the way his movements shifted that he was listening, focusing.

He let out a small, amused sound—almost a chuckle. "Little thief, huh?" His voice was quiet and thoughtful.

I froze. I'm caught.

But no—he didn't lunge, didn't swipe the counter with his hands. Instead, his fingers hovered near the edge, pausing as if he were considering something. I didn't know what he was thinking. Was he just confirming it? Was he playing along?

"Not gonna bite," he muttered to himself, and I heard him take a small step back.

I stayed perfectly still, afraid to even breathe.

A moment passed. Then, softly, almost tenderly, he spoke again. "I just want to know you're alright. I'm not gonna hurt you."

That wasn't what I expected.

I blinked, still hidden behind the salt shaker. He wasn't threatening me—he was... understanding. He didn't sound angry or confused, just... neutral.

Yapperson, the little traitor, ruffled his feathers and perched on the giant's shoulder, chirping again—though this time he just mumbled something like, "Not tellin'."

I watched the giant, trying to figure him out. He stood there, silent for a moment, waiting. His hand was still, palm up, in an open gesture, almost like he was offering me something.

I didn't know what to do. The air was thick with unspoken questions. Could I trust him? Was he just pretending to be harmless?

But there was something in his posture—he wasn't closing in on me, wasn't trying to trap me. His voice was calm, and his presence, while imposing, didn't feel like a threat.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, I made my decision.

I took a step forward, just enough to be sure he could hear me. "I'm... I'm not here to cause trouble," I said, my voice small and shaky.

The giant paused, then lowered his hand, smiling softly to himself. "I figured." He didn't sound surprised, just... thoughtful.

"I'm not going to force you out," he added. "But if you need anything, food, or just someone to not mess with your meals, I'm here."

My pulse was still racing, but I couldn't help feeling a strange sense of relief.

Yapperson fluttered up to the giant's head, squawking proudly. I could've sworn he gave me a knowing look.

The giant turned away, whistling quietly to himself. "I'll leave some food out for you. Just don't make a habit of stealing it."

I didn't respond. Instead, I just slipped back into the walls, retreating to safety.

I couldn't believe it.

The giant didn't seem scared, didn't seem angry. And for some reason, that... felt oddly comforting.

Maybe, just maybe, things could work out between us.

#g/t #sfw g/t #g/t community #giant #tiny #borrower #borrowers #giant/tiny #gentle giant #gt fluff #gainttiny #ocs #red words

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leighlew3 · 3 months ago

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DC Comics has gotta start hiring people to write for Supergirl who actually LOVE and UNDERSTAND her as a character. I read that disaster of a Q&A with the writer of the new comic series and WOW.

Look, I'm not a comic writer (at this time?) and yes I do have a dream film project for the character based on one of the comics, but in the meantime, I am so tired of people who openly admit they prefer SuperMAN taking SuperGIRL on as a paycheck not a passion. Same thing happened with half the people involved with The CW's Supergirl and that didn't turn out so great in the long run, did it.

Openly admitting you can't even name what makes Supergirl special in a Q&A? Embarrassing. Not only is it disrespectful to the character but as a writer, that's just lazy. A huge part of what we do is RESEARCH. Do better. It's even more disappointing that this writer is part of the LGBTQ community. Sigh.

Anyway, between some of the repetitive and outright 'meh' arcs for her in the comics time after time (when she actually gets some presence in the comics, that is) and animated shows and on TV and everyone continuing to passing up on the literal goldmine of Supercorp as a romantic duo... plus never giving Sasha Calle's version a chance b/c of bad creative choices + off screen controversy for a male character's film... I'm just... tired.

I'm really looking forward to seeing if they can at least do WoT justice, but at this point my faith is at an all-time low. I love DC and DC characters and especially Supergirl as a character so much, so I just... dunno what they're doing half the time when it comes to their female characters, on screen and in the comics. But anyway.

The one thing I think we can all agree on though: the actresses always nail it, so no matter how WoT turns out I'm sure Milly will be great. Just like Sasha was. Just like Melissa was ah-mazing. Etc.

/end rant

#dc comics #supergirl #kara zor-el

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cimmerian1275 · 2 months ago

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Tis I, once again haha. So like...WFI!Donnie. He's got wings now among other things. Which is fantabulous. But does he actually like to fly?? Does he enjoy it or is it just meh? Cause he does fly around with his battle shell in the show so he obviously doesn't mind heights and such but actually having wings is such a different experience.

Like, you've got to beat those powerful wings to stay in the air and keep balance. And I'm sure Donnie wouldn't have a problem calculating all that but calculating and actually doing it are two very different things...ohmigosh what was it like when he first tried to fly with them? Can he fly super fast (what if he had wind blocking goggles or something AAAAHHH!)?? Are his feathers sensitive or when someone touches them is it basically the equivalent of someone touching his arm?? What was his first landing experience?

...I hope it's okay that this is my obsession now. :D

Heheheheh hes taking up all your headspace.

Donnie definitely enjoys it, once he learns how to fly without crashing that is.

He had a pretty difficult learning curve at first when it came to learning to fly, he can calculate it all easily, but actually manually performing those calculations? Unfortunately for him flesh and bone wings arnt as precise and instant as technology when responding to commands 😔

He crashed at first. Allot. His first landing experience was his snout meeting the dirt lmao.

But there was a turning point where he took a big leap of faith and flew without ending in disaster, and afterwards he realized that he was simply having a classic Donnie Overthink™ moment during the process when it came to flying. Once hed realized that, flying became much easier :)

He can fly pretty fast, id say he miiiiiiight be able to reach 50 to 60ish miles per hour (80 to 97 km/h) if he tried really hard and had a boost, but those wings arnt designed for long term fast flying.

I reckon he probably uses his goggles at first, but soon quickly either modifies them or makes a second version that he can wear whenever he flies, dry eyes are a nightmare.

His feathers are definitely sensitive to touch, allot like how hair on an arm feels, but feathery bird flavored :D it definitely feels SO WEIRD for him at first, its a whole new area of sensation and its kinda sensory hell to adjust to set of entirely new limbs.

We can be obsessed with him together heheh 🤝

#cimmerian1275 #tmnt #rottmnt #cimmers art #digital art #donnie #donatello #double mutated donatello #double mutated donnie #WFI AU #wait for it au #WFI donnie #WFI ask #gasp an ask

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uatia · 4 months ago

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As requested by @pitlanewrites I am writing about:

How I imagine the drivers + Zhou would act in an earthquake!

Note: (this is purely based on vibes and home country stats) I have only been in one earthquake, since I have lived most my life in the Midwest so I'm sorry if any of this is completely inaccurate to how to actually deal with an earthquake.

Do they even give you an early warning for them? No clue... And I'm not going to look it up (sorry y'all)

Tornado version here!

My boy Yuki, he's definitely the one giving the orders the moment the house starts shaking. Japan is on a pretty active fault line so based on this he should have an idea as to how to deal with earthquakes. Will he be clear about directions? Probably not... If that one video of him giving Liam directions while driving the delivery truck says anything about how good he is at giving directions literally no one will fully understand what he means.

I feel the same thing for Zhou (can't believe he gets to be red now!!!) his English isn't as good as some of the other driver's English, and with that being the common language between all of them it would definitely be difficult. Despite this, I feel he would be better at explaining stuff than Yuki so some drivers would be able to understand what he is trying to get at better than others. Since China gets slightly more earthquakes than Japan does I feel these Yuki and Zhou would be the "experts" in this matter.

Due to the pretty decent language barrier between Yuki and Zhou with the others I imagine there will be a group that is looking up how to deal with an earthquake. Some of which, literally just George and Alex and maybe Oscar, will get their research done in time for them to actually help the other drivers. On the other hand I feel people like Max and Charles are just bullshitting around and not looking the right things up.

Now for the panicked group! Lando, Kimi, Ollie, Isack and Gabi! The rookies I understand, they are all young. I remember the only earthquake I was in scared the shit out of me because I was little and didn't know why the house was shaking. I don't care that these guys are my age they are getting written like they are 7yr old Z because I refuse to acknowledge the fact that they are my age. Anyway, Lando just has the vibe of being freaked out by a shaking house, maybe it's the fact that he genuinely reminds me of a kindergartener or some sort of little kid. I really don't know why, but to me he's like that one leash kid we all knew.

The older guys I feel probably will be chill, just standing under a doorway like they teach in elementary schools. Fernando is probably still trying to convert rookies into his weird little family of chaos. (expecally if the rookie looks like him or Lance for some reason... Like please Nando elaborate why you pick the ones that look like you and Lance.) While I imagine Nico just minding his business, maybe trying to calm down his teammate but I don't see him being too bothered by it.

Since we mentioned Lance I might as well get to him next. Now Canada doesn't get too many earthquakes, and with that being the case I feel he's probably just a little freaked out by it but not too bad. He just has a chill vibe to him but again like the tornado one he could go both ways, absolutely flabbergasted or just meh about it. He doesn't present himself on media often (guys please stop bullying him off of social media he's actually funny once you stop watching RPM and other Lance hate accounts.) so I can't make a good call about how he'd act in natural disasters.

Now time for both of the Alpine drivers! I think Pierre is still the dumb luck kind of guy but it ain't as bad as the tornado one. He's definitely close with what to do, way closer than he was with the tornado one, but still so far. Unlike the tornado one, I think Jack is right there with him. The Alpine way is to hope for luck and they somehow get it.

Liam, Carlos, and Lewis... All of which I think would give the least amount of shits about the entire house shaking. Oh those pictures fell and broke? Okay well I'm nice and comfy on this couch. Lando is screaming? He just does that sometimes it's whatever. Lewis and Carlos it makes sense they are fairly chill but the kiwi is slightly used to the earthquakes. He definitely ain't helping anyone with how to "survive" one because, "this is a small one, nothing bad will happen" so he is just sat on the couch with the other calm ones like the whole house isn't in disarray.

Once everything is back to normal, Lando is still screaming I can feel it.

Anyway, writing these reminds me of when I wrote fanfiction on Wattpad when I was like 12 in a weirdly good way. Because like I know I have better English skills now, it reminds me of when I didn't have stress so it's nice.

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maxdibert · 5 months ago

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Omg Sansa Starkk!!!! The TV show did her so dirty. Holy shit, they took a complicated layered character (every character of asoiaf is complicated and layered actually) and gave her the most dismissive interpretation possible.

Fuck, when I heard the criticism against game of thrones, it being sexist and the depiction of violence against women, teenager me dismissed it. Then I read the books, and I agree with every criticism 😭

Sansa irritated me in the first couple episodes of season 1, until everything turned and it became a helish nightmare for her and then I felt immense sympathy for her. In the books, she became my instant favorite.

Even Arya had more layers and complexity in the books. Arya was much more human in the books, loved it.

The show assassinated several characters—it didn’t just simplify some, like Sansa, but outright destroyed others. For example, they turned Arya into a complete psychopath, period. The Arya from the last three or four seasons had literally zero personality; she was just a badass who killed people, that’s it. She would put on her psycho killer face, and that was her entire character. She was only there so the male audience could jerk off.

And then there’s Daenerys’ character assassination. And listen, this is coming from someone who can’t stand Daenerys and found her chapters in the books unbearably boring. But even so, I can’t stand it when characters are disrespected in certain ways, and what they did to Daenerys at the end was a complete disgrace. She went from being one of the main characters, always framed as good, positive, and revolutionary by the narrative, to literally a crazy, sociopathic, genocidal maniac—it made zero sense. I’m not saying it couldn’t have happened. Sure, you could spend two more seasons showing how she descends into madness. But don’t do it in three episodes—that’s just pure nonsense. Plain and simple.

And well, WELL—I won’t even get into the rant that is, for me, the biggest crime of the entire trash show: THE CHARACTER ASSASSINATION OF JAIME LANNISTER. Jaime is one of my absolute favorite characters in the saga, and his redemption arc is one of the best I’ve ever seen. It’s truly a masterpiece of storytelling. I can accept that the show’s Jaime was more meh and had less charisma, but what I can’t accept is that after setting up a redemption arc so well, they ended it like that. Like, WHAT. They should have just killed him off during the Long Night—seriously, I wish they had done that. It would have been less painful. What a complete disaster.

Anyway, back to Sansa. She has always been my favorite character from the very beginning, in both the books and the show. I also think she’s a particularly interesting character when it comes to analyzing misogyny within fandoms. Both book Sansa and show Sansa get endless hate for one simple reason: she’s a normal girl. Sansa isn’t a dragon queen, she isn’t a ruler, she isn’t a rebel like her sister. Sansa is just a regular aristocratic girl with regular dreams for a girl of her age and status—someone who has always lived in a bubble. And her reactions, her doubts, and her fears are exactly what any normal person in her situation would have.

And that’s what audiences can’t stand—first, because she’s a reflection of themselves, since most people would act and react like Sansa, not like Arya. And second, because in a patriarchal view of women, a female character is only acceptable if she has traditionally masculine traits (she leads like a man, fights like a man, speaks like a man). A female character with flaws, whose personality isn’t masculine but also doesn’t cater to male fantasies, is unacceptable—so she becomes a constant target.

So yeah, as I’ve been saying for over ten years: hating Sansa Stark is misogyny, and I will not elaborate on this because I don’t do free education for misogynists.

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #game of thrones #got #sansa stark #daenerys targaryen #jaime lannister #arya stark #misogynistic #misoginy in fiction

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jyt8183 · 2 months ago

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It wasn’t a bad episode, it wasn’t a particularly good one either. I didn’t hate it but that’s it. Just meh. I’m not mad about the idea of captain Han. I knew Eddie would be back, but again meh. I wish they hadn’t given realism as a reason to kill Bobby off because every episode has me side eyeing the disasters. No fatalities, in a building with an explosion that took out a floor? Seriously? I’m going to assume the fact that Buck won’t settle on an apartment means something. Hopefully Ravi gets bumped to a main next season. Realism lets you have almost a dozen people in the room with a new born baby? We’ll see what happens next season I guess.

#911 abc #911 #911 show #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #bobby nash #athena grant #chimney han #hen wilson #ravi panikkar

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unsaidace · 2 months ago

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Honestly, you hit something I was thinking about in the shower this morning: this is why they killed off Bobby?

I actually thought they were going for a refresh of the show. I thought with Bobby dying, they'd have some actual consequences on the other characters and their lives. I thought we'd see new cast members and some setup for the future. I was actually getting excited about the possibilities.

But it doesn't feel that way after that episode. Kind of feels like the show is trying to just go back to where it was but without Bobby.

Which... meh? I mean, there's still the "Seismic Shifts" to see, so maybe that does result in some actual change, but I'm not confident.

It feels like when Tommy first appeared and I thought they were going to start exploring new characters and relationships, and then they just... didn't.

If the show is going to fall back into old patterns, that would be a shame. All that excitement I had for a genuine refresh of the show has just dissipated.

Oh, I feel this in my soul. I was so excited when they killed Bobby. Not because they killed him, I was gutted that he was gone, but excited for the change that it promised. For the way we were about to see something new, something fresh, after so many seasons of the same old bullshit.

Apparently, that was far too optimistic, because the show immediately fell back into the same old routine. I’m so fucking tired of this shit. I’ll finish out season 8, and then I’m using hiatus to genuinely consider whether or not I want to continue watching this fucking disaster play out. After last night? I genuinely hope 9 is the final season, because this has gone from my comfort show to the show that triggers every trauma I have within the space of three episodes.

And let me just say, despite this being my comfort show, I never expected them to avoid dark topics like death or grief. I didn’t even expect them to avoid the topic of abuse, we saw them handle that in Maddie’s Doug storyline. But I didn’t expect them to turn Eddie into a fucking monster, have him berate his “best friend” and blame everyone else for problems that he created. Eddie reminds me far too much of my ex now, and I don’t think I’ll be able to see past that if he stays into s9.

#911 abc #911 abc spoilers #911 season 8 #911 season 8 spoilers #anti buddie #anti eddie diaz #Ace gets asks 🗣️

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bitchiswild · 1 year ago

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Valentine Disaster

Karina x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None

A/n: Valentines fluff🤭 (This was meh, but imma just post it)

Karina had meticulously planned every detail of this date from the moment she nervously asked you to be her Valentine. Initially, she had hesitated, thinking it might seem outdated or even cheesy, but to her delight, you embraced the idea with genuine enthusiasm. Your love for cheesy gestures made Karina's heart swell with joy, reassuring her that she had made the right choice in asking you.

As the day approached, Karina couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. She had secured the perfect spot, adorned it with vibrant flowers, and even baked a delightful cake, all in an effort to create a magical experience for you. Yet, little did she realize that in your eyes, everything she did was already perfect (She was perfect).

You, with your affectionate nature, agreed to be her Valentine under the sweet condition that she would be yours in return. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of this, it made her feel giddy.

Now, as Valentines Day unfolded, Karina found herself surrounded by the tangible results of her careful planning, with the spot chosen, flowers in full bloom, and a delightful array of food and cake awaiting your arrival. All she needed was you.

Karina eagerly anticipated the moment when she could whisk you away on the enchanting picnic she had prepared. In her eyes, the setting was just a backdrop to the real magic – the shared laughter, stolen glances, and the warmth of your presence. Little did she realize that, to you, every detail of this date was not just perfect; it was an expression of the love, care, and effort she had put into making this day special for the both of you.

When you arrived, Karina couldn't help but be blown away by your beauty – the simplicity, the confidence in the way you carried yourself – everything about you left her in awe. Your presence made her heart race; she was undeniably smitten.

"Y-Y/n! You made it!" Karina stammered, attempting to get up but stumbling in the process. Concerned, you rushed over to help her. "Oh my god, Jimin, are you okay?" you asked, checking if she was hurt. Blushing, Karina assured you, "I-I'm okay, thank you. A-And, by the way, you look amazing."

Blushing in return, you murmured a thank you and then noticed the setup she had prepared. "Jimin-ah, you did all this for me? You didn't have to," you said shyly. Karina, regaining her confidence, declared, "I'm your valentine; I'm supposed to do this," leaving no room for argument. "Here, sit here," she continued, gesturing to the blanket.

As you both sat down, Karina handed you a bouquet of flowers. "Here, I got you your favorites," she said shyly. You beamed a smile, taking the flowers into your hand. "I love them so much, thank you, Jimin."

You also reached into the bag you had brought and took out another bouquet, handing it to Karina. She immediately melted at the gesture. "I love them, they're so beautiful, Y/n," she said adoringly. With a teasing smile, you replied, "Not as beautiful as you," causing Karina to blush even more.

As you and Karina continued to chat and share the chocolates and snacks she brought, a sudden, loud "WATCH OUT" echoed through the air. Both of you instinctively turned your heads toward the source of the commotion, only to be caught off guard as a football landed directly on the cake Karina had meticulously prepared. The impact caused the cake to splatter in all directions, turning your romantic setup into a messy, frosting-covered scene.

Shock and disappointment painted both of your faces as a young boy rushed over, offering a flurry of apologies for the unintentional cake catastrophe. Karina, shaking her head, gave the football to the apologetic boy and looked at you with a mix of surprise and regret. Meanwhile, you tried to wipe off as much cake as possible, sharing a glance with Karina that conveyed a mix of disbelief and amusement.

Despite the unexpected turn of events, a burst of laughter bubbled up from within you at the sight of Karina covered in cake. Your laughter was contagious, and soon, Karina couldn't help but join in. As you both helped each other wipe away the cake, Karina apologized, "I'm sorry, this Valentine's date didn't go as planned."

You looked at Karina with genuine affection, gently wiping the cream from her face. "It was one of the best dates I've been on, Jimin. Yes, it may have ended like this, but I got to spend time with you, and that's all I need," you reassured her, a warmth in your eyes.

Karina sighed deeply, touched by your sincerity. Her hand instinctively moved to wipe the cream from under your eyebrows. "Will you be my Valentine forever?" she asked softly, her eyes filled with a mixture of vulnerability and hope.

Your gaze softened at her question, teasing her playfully, "Is this you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Maybe," Karina teased back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Both of you shared a light-hearted laugh, the tension from the cake mishap easing away. You held her gaze, pulling her closer by her neck. "Yes, I'll be your Valentine forever," you replied, sealing the promise with a sweet and lingering kiss.

Karina's hands found their place on your waist, holding onto you as the kiss deepened. Breaking the intimate moment, she suggested with a smile, "Let's go get cleaned up." Gathering everything, she led you back to her place, turning an unexpectedly messy Valentine's date into a charming and memorable adventure, filled with laughter.

Back at Karina's place, you both found yourselves in fits of laughter as you attempted to clean up the remnants of the cake fiasco. As you both settled down, cleaned up, and changed into more comfortable clothes, Karina suggested continuing the evening with a cozy movie night. You agreed, and together you picked a favorite romantic comedy, snuggling under a blanket on the couch.

The movie played in the background, but your attention shifted to each other. In the warm glow of the room, Karina couldn't help but express her gratitude, "Thanks for not getting mad about the cake. I really wanted everything to be perfect."

You smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face, "Karina, it may not have gone as planned, but this would be a great memory. I wouldn't change a thing."

She looked at you with genuine affection, "You're amazing, you know that?"

The night continued with shared laughter, tender moments, and the simple joy of being together. As the movie credits rolled, you found yourselves lost in each other's eyes. Karina, feeling a surge of emotion, took your hand in hers and said, "I know this might not have been the Valentine's Day we expected, but I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm so glad you're mine."

You squeezed her hand, your heart full, "And I'm glad you're mine too, Jimin."

#bitchiswild #BIW.WRITES #karina x fem reader #aespa karina #karina aespa #karina x reader #yoo jimin x fem reader #yoo jimin x reader #yoo jimin #jimin x reader #yu jimin #aespa x fem reader #aespa fluff #aespa x reader #aespa imagines #Spotify

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