#ive done. nothing. to. her. shes just like this

[koyagifs]

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓘𝓷 𝓐 𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 「IV」

⤷ pairing : wooyoung x reader ⤷ au : non idol! | strangers to lovers | slow burn ⤷ genre : fluff | crack | angst ⤷ word count: 1.847 words ⤷ summary: Wooyoung, frustrated by his argument with Minyoung, finds comfort in his genie.

𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ➜ @chanceonceli @soso59love-blog

── .✦ Wooyoung sat at his desk, absorbed in editing pictures from a recent wedding he had attended. The glow of his computer screen illuminated the otherwise dim room, his fingers quickly tapping across the keyboard as he fine-tuned each photo. Every now and then, he would adjust the exposure or crop a picture just right, but his mind wasn’t entirely focused on the task at hand.

On the couch behind him, Minyoung sat, clearly not amused. She fiddled with her phone, scrolling through social media absentmindedly, her bored sigh echoing across the room. She had been quiet for the past while, but the lack of attention from Wooyoung seemed to be wearing on her.

“Are you almost done?” Minyoung asked, her tone tinged with impatience. She swung her legs off the couch, sitting up and crossing her arms. “I’m getting tired of waiting for you to finish these stupid pictures.”

' well, these stupid pictures pay for our dates ' He thought, continuing to click. He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes briefly meeting hers. “It won’t be much longer,” he replied, though his voice lacked its usual enthusiasm. It wasn’t that he didn’t care about his work, but something about the tension between him and Minyoung made it hard to concentrate.

Minyoung let out a irritated groan, her expression shifting to one of mild annoyance. “You’ve been at this for hours. You always get so lost in your work, Wooyoung. It’s like I don’t even exist when you’re doing this.”

Wooyoung’s fingers paused over the keyboard for a brief moment as Minyoung’s words hit him. The frustration in her voice wasn’t lost on him, but he couldn't help the frustration building inside him as well. He kept his eyes on the screen, his mind racing as he tried to focus, but the distance between them seemed to grow with every passing second.

He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening slightly. He was tired of hearing the same complaint, tired of feeling like he was being pulled between his work and her ever-growing expectations.

“I’m doing this for us, you know,” he said quietly, his voice strained as he clicked through the pictures.

Wooyoung turned to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched Minyoung stand up abruptly. The sound of her scoffing echoed in the room, making the tension even thicker. She grabbed her purse off the island, her movements sharp, almost as if she was preparing to leave.

Wooyoung couldn’t help but feel a flash of irritation. He had been trying to explain himself, trying to make her understand that this was all for them, but it seemed like nothing he said was working.

“Where are you going?” Wooyoung asked, his voice more sharp than he intended, the frustration bubbling up despite his attempts to stay calm.

" i'm going out, call me when you're done with the stupid pictures," she spoke before slamming the door.

Wooyoung stood there for a long moment, staring at the door Minyoung had just slammed behind her. The echo of the sound seemed to reverberate through the room, and the weight of her words hit him harder than he expected. "Stupid pictures."

His hands clenched at his sides, the frustration now spilling over. He had tried to explain, to make her understand that the work he did was important—not just for him, but for them. Yet here she was, dismissing it all with a few sharp words and a slammed door.

Wooyoung eye glanced at the bottle that stood out brightly, the sun hitting it perfectly to make it glow.

" i mean... she is my genie.." Wooyoung mumbled, getting up from his chair to grab the bottle.

Wooyoung’s eyes lingered on the bottle for a moment longer, the bright glow almost as if calling to him. He picked it up, the smooth glass cool against his fingers, and for the first time in what felt like days, he let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t that he was turning to her as a solution to all his problems, but more that she was a constant in the chaos of his life. And right now, with everything feeling out of control, he just wanted someone to talk to.

" yn?"

The bottle emitted a soft hiss as green smoke swirled from it, filling the room with a fragrant, calming scent. In an instant, Yn appeared before him, dressed in her simple dress.

“Master Wooyoung,” Yn greeted, her voice gentle but carrying that ever-present warmth he found so comforting.

Wooyoung smiled, ignoring the master part. Wooyoung hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain everything that had been going on. Minyoung, the argument, the tension—it was all too much to untangle in one breath. But when he looked at Yn, there was a quiet comfort in her presence, and it was as if all the words he had been holding back came rushing forward.

" i think i'm ready to make my wish ynnie" Wooyoung mumbled,

Yn tilted her head, a gentle smile spreading across her face as she took in Wooyoung's expression. The nickname making her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside, a feeling she missed. Yn stood up straighter as a smile was placed on her lip. She noticed how stressful Wooyoung looked.There was a hint of something vulnerable in his eyes, something that told her this wish wasn’t just a passing fancy. It was deeper, a reflection of the heaviness he’d been carrying.

"Whenever you’re ready, Wooyoung,” she said softly, her voice inviting him to speak without hesitation.

Wooyoung took a deep breath, feeling an odd comfort just standing there with Yn, her calm presence grounding him. His gaze shifted from the floor to her, as if he was finding courage in her gentle smile.

“I know it’s strange, but…” he hesitated, gathering his thoughts. “I think I’m ready to make a wish. I wish I could make sense of things—"

The sound of the doorknob jiggling open interrupted Wooyoung. Yn looked at Wooyoung, curious as Minyoung stepped inside. Not realizing that yn is standing there, she made her way towards the kitchen island.

" i forgot my keys. I'm still mad at you" Minyoung said, still not glancing at Wooyoung and yn.

Wooyoung heart sank as he registered her words. Minyoung looked at Wooyoung now, before her eyes shot to yn.

" and who is this?"

Wooyoung felt his chest tighten as he watched Minyoung’s gaze shift to Yn, her expression transforming from irritation to suspicion.

“Minyoung,” he started, his voice calm but careful, “this is Yn. She’s… someone helping me with some things right now.”

Minyoung’s eyebrows raised, skepticism evident in her gaze as she took in Yn’s presence, her attire, and the way she stood next to Wooyoung. “Helping? Since when do you need help at home, and from someone I’ve never even heard of?”

Yn took a small step back, sensing the tension in the room but keeping a calm and respectful demeanor. “I’m here to support Wooyoung in any way he needs,” she replied softly, offering Minyoung a polite nod.

Minyoung’s lips tightened. “Support him? Is this some kind of joke? You can’t just bring in random people and call it ‘help.’” She crossed her arms, her gaze shifting back to Wooyoung. “Are you even serious about us, Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung clenched his jaw, struggling to stay calm. " of course i am Min-"

Minyoung shook her head, clearly unimpressed. “You know what, I don’t even want to hear it right now.” She grabbed her keys from the counter and turned to leave, throwing a quick glare at Yn as she headed out the door.

As the door slammed shut behind her, Wooyoung let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the confrontation settle around him. He turned to Yn, whose expression held quiet understanding.

" i'm so sorry yn. Can we reschedule that wish?" Wooyoung asked, pushing his hair back.

Yn’s gentle smile didn’t waver as she nodded. “Of course, Wooyoung. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here,” she replied, her voice reassuring.

Wooyoung felt a surge of gratitude, noticing how understanding she was despite the awkwardness of the situation. He gave her a small, appreciative smile. “Thank you, really.”

He reached for his coat and keys, glancing back at Yn before heading out. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

yn nodded her head ready to head back to her bottle before Wooyoung popped his head back in. " don't go back to your bottle, hang out for a bit yeah? I feel awful for having you go back and forth the bottle when i need you."

Yn’s eyes brightened at his words, a small smile appearing as she nodded.

As the door clicked shut, Yn released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her gaze traveled around the room, drawn to the details that made up Wooyoung’s space. The apartment was cozy yet modern, with small personal touches scattered around—a couple of framed photos on the shelves, a stack of books on the coffee table, and his camera equipment carefully organized on the desk.

She walked over to the shelf, inspecting the photos with a soft smile. There was one of Wooyoung, mid-laugh, with a group of friends around him. It was a snapshot of happiness, a glimpse into a world she didn’t yet know but felt strangely connected to. Moving on, she ran her fingers along the spines of his books, wondering if he would let her borrow one or two someday.

As she wandered, Yn felt a sense of curiosity and contentment that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. This wasn’t just the home of her master; it was Wooyoung’s world, and she was beginning to feel like she was, somehow, a part of it.

Before long, her eyes wondered to the door. Her heart thumping against her chest as she walked closer to where Wooyoung had left. Yn’s gaze lingered on the door, curiosity bubbling within her. She took a few tentative steps closer, her heart quickening with each one. She knew it was against the nature of her role to leave the apartment without being summoned, yet there was something about Wooyoung’s world beyond that door that tugged at her, an inexplicable pull that urged her to take just one small step outside.

Yn paused just before the door, her fingers hovering over the handle. She could feel the pull of her bottle, the familiar safety and comfort of it, but something held her back. Something about the way Wooyoung had spoken to her—his gratitude, his sincerity—made her hesitate.

She turned back to look at the empty room. For the first time, she felt a strange connection to the human she was bound to serve. It wasn’t just about magic, wishes, or commands. There was something deeper now, something that made her hesitate.

"Maybe… just for a moment," she whispered to herself, and before she could think too much about it, she opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

[monarchberrysblog]

𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍

part one — nasty dog 🐕

An inspired baby daddy au from @yougavemeyourheartyouknow as I wanted to add my own spin to it!

🥏 summary: you and miguel meet for the first time…

🥏 content warning: suggestive content ahead! miguel is a little perv. (ooc miguel), poor dog training tips (I've never owned a pet, period, so don't take my word for it.) and slow ahh, character introduction, and lastly, cheesy rom-com layout.

🥏 word count: +2.0k words (I might have over done it....)

🥏 author’s notes: ive been so excited to post this! I hope you all enjoy and thank you for taking the time to read as well 💙 I do apologize for not posting as it has been a difficult time for a lot of people including myself other than that, thank you for reading 🥹

🛝 not proofread! 🛝

As the minutes passed, the little puppy unleashed an unrelenting chorus of barks and yaps, desperately seeking attention from its indifferent owner. With each eager yap, it yearned to escape the confines of the cramped apartment studio, dreaming of the wide-open spaces of Central Park.

The tiny puppy dashed energetically across the glossy laminated floor, its pink leash dangling playfully from its mouth. As it eagerly pranced about, it suddenly skidded to a halt, only to miscalculate its stop and bump gently into the corner of a nearby side table.

The impact drew a soft whine from the floppy-eared pup, adding a touch of vulnerability to its spirited spunk. With determination shining in its bright eyes, the little dog shook off the moment, its fur ruffling, and then set off at full speed toward a specific bedroom, its tiny paws pattering in excited rhythm.

The thought of stretching its tiny legs amidst the soft grass was nothing more than a distant hope, an innocent wish for freedom that seemed far too extravagant to fulfill. A fulfill that is a need than a want.

The puppy sneaks in between the open crevice between the door and the doorframe. Its little nails scrape against the wooden floor and stop at the bedside. The puppy drops the leash on the floor before confidently yapping its little barks to its owner.

The puppy whines in defeat before its dark eyes lock on the throw blanket, and a little idea forms. With a big bite, the puppy bites on the fabric and plays a round of tug-of-war against the blanket. The little idea finally works, as its owner wakes up and tugs the blanket back towards them.

“Bella, por favor!” You groan, firmly grasping the blanket and tug. The puppy, Bella, growls and yanks.

Despite the satin pink ribbons decorating her ears to give her an innocent look, the puppy was far from it. She growled lowly from her chest cavity, yanking on the lilac blanket.

“Let go!” You strain through gritted teeth but get a harsh bark from the puppy, causing you to drop the blanket quickly.

Bella yips and rolls around the blanket, losing her small figure in the fuzzy material. You sit on your bed now, looking at the hyperactive puppy rolling around your laminated floors like a piglet in a mud hole. You blow a heavy exhale, effectively blowing a strand of hair away from your face.

“The chick at the shelter wasn't kidding…” You exhale and rub your eyes. The tiny puppy continues to roll about before she stops as if she remembers why she wanted to raise chaos into the morning. She fetches her leash, wagging her tail.

You groan and nod. “Only for fifteen minutes. To pee and poop.” You drag yourself out of bed, taking your blankets down with you.

She does a victory lap around you as you muster the courage to step out of your apartment. “Give me a minute, Bella…”

“Hey, just to let you know, this pupper is active.” The young woman warns, mindlessly chewing on her gum while holding her clipboard. Her sharp eyeliner slices into your ego as she continues with the uncomfortable blank stare while mindlessly writing something on the adoption papers. “Yeah, don't worry.” You dismiss before sticking a testing finger into the cage. The cocker spaniel puppy eagerly licks your pointer finger before barking and running laps around her keddle.

“No, I'm for real. She lives to cause chaos.” The young woman shrugs and tugs at the sleeves of her sweater.

You dismiss her warnings with a shrug before standing up straight and nod. “I’ll take…”

“Bella.” The young woman finishes your sentence before handing you an pen and the clipboard with the adoption forms.

“Yes. Bella.”

“Congratulations, you adopted a friend.” She monotonously announces and hands you a package. “Puppy pads. You'll thank me.” She huffs, grabbing the clipboard and writing a couple things down on your documents.

And here you are. In Central Park in your Hello Kitty pajama bottoms with a loose sweatshirt that is too stretched out. Your hands rest on your hips while looking down at your puppy. She only looks up at you with small whimpers filling the space. “Did you pee or poop?” You exhales, putting your hands down in defeat. Bella only whines out a sound of distaste, tilting her head to the side.

“Isn't this what you wanted? You won't go on the puppy pads.” You question the tiny canine as if it could understand your words. She continued to look up at you with big eyes while whining.

“What could you possibly want?” You groan, covering your face in defeat. “You haven't pooped since yesterday!”

Through the crevices of your fingers, you look at Bella and see her back on her paws, her little tail wagging. A glint of mischief is in her eyes. “Don’t think about it” you mouth before her little legs bolt off. “Bella!” You exclaim and chase the small puppy immediately after. “Come back here!”

Bella races ahead, her excited barks shattering the tranquility of Central Park as she bounds through the autumn landscape. With each leap, she sends a cascade of crunchy, raked leaves spiraling into the air, creating a chaotic whirlwind around her. "Bella! No!" You shout, your voice mingling with the rustling leafage as you sprint after her, heart pounding against your ribs.

Her marathon comes to a close as Bella runs down a gentle slope in the park, captivated by the enticing aroma of sweet bananas wafting through the air. The puppy halts abruptly, her ears perked and her nose twitching with excitement as she nudges her damp, button-like nose against the young man's calf, eagerly pleading for a taste of the delicious snack he had at hand. The royal blue cap contrasted the grey sweatpants and sneakers he had on, making him stick out like a sore thumb, but it was enough to pinpoint where he was at the bottom of the steep hill.

“Hey, little one,” he chuckles, a warm smile spreading. He crouches down, extending his hand toward the playful pup. Bella's tail, wagging furiously, responds enthusiastically. She licks his fingers clean from the banana residue and lets out cheerful yaps before darting around him in joyful circles.

“Bella!” You shout, shuffling down the steep slope towards your pup and man. “You are in so much trouble, missy—” You exhale. Your words are immediately muted as you barrel into the man at full speed.

Almost out of a cartoon, you roll down and crash land on each other, leaving your puppy and personal belongings behind. Bella yaps before the sound is muffled, still trailing behind you and the stranger down to the flat land.

“I am so sorry…” You stumble about, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It's okay, nena.” He groans and props himself up on his elbows. “You okay?” He exhales. His trembling hands cups your cheek, brushing away any strands of baby hair away from your face. His touch is light, tracing your soft skin and brow. “I’m fine,” You pause and swallow dryly reducing the patchy spot in your throat. “Where’s Bella?”

The puppy's yaps filled the personal bubble between you as she jumped, her collars ringing from her name tag and leash.

“Does that answer your question?” he chuckles, his touch still gentle. But in all seriousness, no problems breathing or dizziness?” His tone is even and mellow, decompressing the chaotic mess you pushed him into. Quite literally. “I can breathe, but having two hundred-something pounds against my chest would be a counterintuitive statement. Please get off of me.” You exhale.

“Of course…” He scrambles off of you and pulls you up from the dead pile of leaves that cushioned the fall.

You dust off the brown and orange leaves that cling onto your pajama bottoms before squatting down to pick up Bella. “I am so sorry about that! Bella isn't used to the outdoors other than her potty time.”

He chuckles before scratching the back of her floppy ears. “Puppy training?” He questions before pulling his hand away and adjusting his baseball hat. “Yeah? The shelter says she has no self-control.” You again swallow and squat down to fish the end of the leash. “It's been delayed because I'm working two jobs now, and it's hard to squeeze it in.”

“Right…” He acknowledges. His eyes wander down, taking in your squat formation. The pajama bottoms didn't do any justice to conceal as they only amplified your figure more, more specifically, the swell of your rear. His eyes stay glued on “you” momentarily, and he looks away when you get back up from fishing the collar through the dead leaves on the grass.

“Once again, I am sorry.” Your cheeks flush a bright red, your ears joining your cheeks. His eyes dart around, looking at a tree from the distance instead of the swell of your rear begging to be looked at. "Right." He stops and clears his patchy throat, his mind running to think of another disinterested response. "I mean, I understand." He nods, shifting his weight on his two feet. "My dog, Apollo, was like that when he was a puppy." He nods, mindful of the pace.

You nervously laugh, attempting to save the conversation from being anything but awkward and suffocating. "That's so funny..." You mumble before hoisting the small puppy up into your arms more. "Well, I better get going, Bella needs to have breakfast."

"Wait," His voice is coarse and parched before he clears his throat and calls out again.

"Let's start over again. I'm Miguel." He stammers, a rosy tone in his cheeks appearing despite the lip of his cap barely hiding his features. You turn to face him again and smile, introducing yourself.

"I would like to get to know you better."

Seeing a German Shepherd smelling the cocker spaniel pulled your heartstrings before the small puppy barks at the giant dog, causing the canine to retreat—the puppy yaps before chasing the big dog around the mellow park. You giggle before crossing your arms over your chest. “You aren't wrong, Apollo is a gentle giant…” You sigh, seeing Bella continue the chase with her floppy ears bouncing.

“Told you,” Miguel chuckles, tilting the cap upwards. “He loves playing with puppies.”

His eyes move to you, lingering on you for a moment, and his gaze returns to the two canines playing. The giant canine returns to Miguel's side, with Bella yapping around the large canine. "Enough, Bella." You pick up the puppy, latch the pink leash on her collar, and place her gently on the grass. Bella looks up with pleading eyes, and a slight whine from the back of her throat is audible. "C'mon, it's time for breakfast. Say bye to Apollo." You demand the pup.

"I'll see you around, " you ask Miguel. Of course..." He exchanges a soft smile, a soft glisten in his eyes, seeking more. "C'mon..." You encourage the pup, tugging the leash. With a slight whine, she follows behind, her floppy ears bouncing with every step, leaving the two new companions behind in Central Park.

Bella turns around, her tiny body buzzing with excitement as she yaps joyfully. She barks a cheerful melody in the autumn air. She trots eagerly by your side, her fluffy tail wagging like a little flag, radiating pure happiness. Her moist button nose twitches as it delicately inhales the diverse scents drifting around, a mix of freshly cut grass and the tantalizing aroma of hot dogs sizzling on nearby grills.

Often, she glances up at you with wide, sparkling eyes, her expression a blend of playful mischief and undeniable affection. The park around her bustles with life, children’s giggles filling the air. The puppy's heart swells in excitement, anticipating the next unplanned playdate.

It wouldn't be the last time she saw Miguel or Apollo. There was going to be another next time. In her small conscious, she sensed an extended stay from the companions.

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@yougavemeyourheartyouknow @opaloharas @hyjionie @zaunsin @kavimoo @keiva1000 @slushycoookie

[sweetdreamspootypie]

hey, saw your tags on my iStop notice and had to say something. if you're a nurse you really gotta take the can't leave port accessed thing super seriously. I think it may apply to all IVs but I have a port so that's what I know.

I don't think I was explicit about it: the reason it is so highly illegal has nothing to do with infection. it is specifically to prevent people from having IV access for illegal drug use.

so imagine how I feel about the port being left in now that I know what they think I wanted from the hospital.

@kelpforestdwellers

(idk how tumblr does notifications for asks so figured I'd tag you)

Yeah that makes sense as the reasoning

But still

Plenty of people have central lines out in the community - people on chemo, long term antibiotics, dyalisis, gastroparesis patients who are TPN / IV hydration / IV antiemetic dependant. And those are just the ones I have met going through y particular ward which is general medical, not specialized.

I know you have been / are going through a very long and frustrating process around getting it added to your official care plan and being properly facilitated to access your port at home.

But I have assumed that's just bureaucratic paperwork nonsense about like. Which doctor wants to put their signature to it that they've done due diligence about risk management with you. And stuff about who's job it was to organise it for you.

As opposed to being issues with just having an accessed port at home itself.

It is obviously a huge fuckup to have an /accidentally/ accessed port - but that's still to my mind mostly about infection control.

If they did actually think you were at risk of unsafe IV drug use then yes that is also a major beach of duty of care.

I just had a quick scroll through your blog and you haven't said anything about the process of discharge besides the fact that there was back and forth about when it would be. So tbh I'm confused how you also didn't know it was still accessed, as it's a whole process to de-access it unless you were expecting procedures to be done while you are unconscious. But there was so much other things you were chasing for a safe discharge that I guess it just got forgotten for you.

It sounds like that ward were not confident with the port - you mentioned them getting snotty about doing a blood draw - which is wild to me, because central lines are amazing for that. It's so easy to do a blood draw, we love it. Especially ports! Way easier than PICCs. The only issue is that a phlebotomist will not do patients with central lines, so the nurse has to do it. So it's not a 'patient refused' it's a 'not done on pleb round - awaiting nurse to do it's

So the fact that that happened implies a high percentage of nurses there aren't familiar with central lines, which almost certainly contributed to it not being on their mental checklist for when you left.

Which is a silly situation but also kinda familiar. One of our gastroparesis patients has a standing plan that if she ever needs to go to hospital, she will access her port herself and draw her own blood samples at home before she goes, because it's not worth dealing with ER staff where nobody is confident to initially access a port.

Anyway yeah

I can see the reasoning about it being bad to have an unplanned IV access for drug abuse concerns

But I still would absolutely not blink an eye about a patient coming in from home or going home with central line access. But it should be part of a clearly documented plan for discharge.

I'm in aotearoa though, so different laws obviously. If there is something similar here, I wonder if it's one of those things where they tell you as part of putting the port in in the first place, but. For anyone else it's not relevent.

I hope things start moving for you for being able to access it safely at home.

[ilikekidsshows]

On one hand, Ive been saying ever since Kuro Neko that Marinette has a god and victim complex and thinks reality starts and ends with her which constantly leads to people ending up much worse for it (Adrichat in particular) and nothing significant getting fucking done because of how irrelevant Marinette herself is

So sure, you can bet your ass i feel validated by the "Ladybug will decide for the world what the truth is" development and how much worse everything is clearly about to get. In that sense, I'll sure have the time of my life now lol

But on the other hand, nah, I still never wanted this. I'll have my fun with it now that I'm proven right because of how awful the emotional journey was for me watching all this unfold. I wasn't even surprised by Kwamis Choice or the season 5 finale, that was imo obvious ever since season 4. At this point, I'll just enjoy it as a salty bitch. Fuck it, I earned that when I called these awful plot resolutions years ago and I only get further validated for what I "salted" on Marinette.

Or, wait. Is it even SALT when I continue to be proven right over and over again? Sounds like I'm reading it RIGHT while Marinette fans still go on disregarding 90% of the show and then call themselves FANS Lol

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What a time for the fandom, when describing what happens in canon counts as salt. Every single time "non-salty" people describe the actual, canon episodes, they have to accompany it with constant refrains of “but Marinette is really stressed”, “but Marinette is in a really difficult spot”, “but Marinette isn’t the only one doing these things”, “but Marinette is too young to be in this situation” or my beloathed “but Marinette has good intentions”.

That's why I've decided to embrace the salt.

Here's a really salty take: if Marinette is so incapable of answering for her actions, then maybe she shouldn’t be taking on so many responsibilities to begin with. According to all these defenses of Marinette, these supposed good faith takes on her behavior, she is too incompetent or emotionally compromised to be expected to act in a moral way, too young to make sound decisions about anything, too paranoid or blinded by her own sense of moral superiority to take perspectives other than her own into account and too weak mentally to handle her boyfriend having emotional needs.

If Marinette really is this incompetent and incapable, maybe she shouldn’t be having everyone else lie to Adrien based on her judgment call. If she really is so mentally weak that she can’t handle the grieving and changing of his world view that her boyfriend needs to go through in order to live his life to the fullest (or as fullest as a remote control robot can get), maybe she should just leave that to the other people in the know. Kagami wants to tell Adrien the truth, let her. And let her deal with the aftermath, too. Meanwhile Marinette can just skip off to be worshiped by her parents, friends and ex boyfriend, now that he’s back in town.

Yeah, Marinette would be the most selfish girlfriend ever for just dumping Adrien until he stops being sad, but she’s being one regardless. The only thing different is that then Adrien would know and maybe he’d reconsider if such a one-sided relationship where he’s expected to give all the support while receiving none in return is what he really wants and needs. Maybe Adrien should know, not only what he is and who his dad really was, but who his girlfriend really is: someone too weak to be his partner not only for the better, but also the worse.

[perfunctory-satisfaction]

not having a good time :(

[bonefall]

Tbh I never read that far in DOTC but I heard so much about star flower from fandom that now hearing about it directly from you I feel so cheated. I was promised a femme fatale.. tho in hindsight considering how much these writers hate women I probably shouldn't have gotten my hopes up

I WISH we got a femme fatale. It would have been incredibly cathartic for her to make herself alluring to Clear Sky, turning his worst traits against him and getting both power and revenge. For Thunder to bond to her over it, reaching the conclusion in the end that they both had terrible parents that they need to reject.

but, knowing the Erins, they would have just had Clear Sky kill her violently and gratuitously for ever tricking him. Like how he gouged Willow Tail's eyes out. So... I guess we were doomed either way.

Anyway im cooking

[no-light-left-on]

I often wonder about the quote-unquote logistics of Corvo the Black/Emily the Butcher endings. Emily makes more sense to me, in a way, carving her way through the empire only to come back with blood caked under her fingernails and realising that she did everything her father refused to do 15 years ago. but why did Corvo have a similar choice?

what happens to the statues later? does Emily keep her father trapped in stone? does Corvo look at his daughter, frozen in the moment and considers freeing her? is he at his deathbed when he finally reaches out and cups Emily's cheek, freeing her into a carcass of an empire that he gutted for her, in her name, in the name of her mother?

when I first heard of the endings I thought that if you reach very high chaos, you are locked into this choice - Corvo or Emily tries to free the other and the stone just doesn't budge. they are trapped. the quest is over but the world knows that the bloodshed was extreme and this is the punishment they have to face

[all-thestories-aretrue]

I've had this for a while and idk if I'm actually going to do anything with it, so have these five sentences about Neil and Nara.

Nara presses a joint into his hand, holds him as the world slips away, as his thoughts slip away. This is why he was made, she says, shushing his frantic speech. He believes her.

She carves up his memory to extract seemingly nonsensical visions, plies him with kalif and pleasure until they blur and he remembers neither.

[jrueships]

im going into my new work tomorrow, first time ever😐

[quietwingsinthesky]

i do love canon amy & rory but god, does some part of me wish they really had gone with the idea of the doctor picking up a child as a companion (and then later, that child’s best friend with a huge crush on her.) with the rest of the season really not changing at all, except now it’s amelia pond with an angel in her head killing her and lost alone in the woods. it’s little rory who dies and is forgotten and becomes a toy soldier. if this is going to be a fairy tale, then let it be one. children have never been safe in fairy tales.

[whiskeyswifty]

''#lover era was yes responsible for some of the worst public looks of all time in the performance realm #and pap walks too good lord#but it is also responsible for the greatest run of photo shoots she’s ever done in her life #the HOTTEST she’s ever looked in photo shoots and pretty much no misses #it’s funny how during lover she looks like a grown woman more than she does now idk how to explain it''

MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY. and i've wanted to send a similar ask for a while now dehbfchsd and you got me first. anw i completely agree, lover era had some of the worst WORST awful performance looks but damn if she didn't look hot as fuck. and i get what you mean about her looking more grown up, something about her despite the vibe of the album and what she was trying to pass as the aesthetic of the album and that era. her milf era for real i mean what who said that

hahaha you get it! i mean i have to run through them all cuz my god they're amazing.

First we got the Elle UK photoshoot with hottie cool girl like hello??

Also the Elle cover shoot to go with her Essay list of 30 things she learned turning 30 or whatever that was, as an added bonus

Also the entertainment weekly one with that one shot of her hair all tousled like godddd yeah

even now as we get SNL outtakes years later from 2019, she looked SO HOT like bless the person who let us have these:

and like as you said.... she's NOT a milf but it's very milf-core kind of hotness that really is just looking like a grown, confidant woman in mature clothes that made her actually LOOK like an adult for the first time, not just dressing like one. and she was literally aging into adulthood so it was nice to see her embrace that, but it was something we hadn't seen before really from her, like the run below starting with the people shoot like... HIIIIIIIII

And also the billboard shoot... god the power of an oversized white crisp shirt on a woman....

the blazer girlboss time photoshoot one too like *twirls hair*

and the MOST milf of all time i mean the vogue shoot was just...... GODDDDDDD THE TROUSERS OF IT ALL!!!!

Just in general she was so hot and grown in these shoots, it's crazy how she leaned into adulthood for a brief and shining moment. The lover photoshoot itself!!!! i mean!! she looks SO dream woman here

but god yeah, just what a lineup. and all of this is incredible but honestly, only one photoshoot needs to be dropped in here to prove this point and it's the british vogue shoot like...... i don't even think i need to say anything more

i just love..... socks.

[pennpenn]

I keep dreaming up Limbus Company sinner gets isekaid into Genshin Impact AUs

I sadly don't have the full set of 12 plotted yet, but I've started designing the ones I'm invested in.

Everyone having locations and then casually dropping that Outis is in the Arataki Gang. Give the old woman a gun again. She deserves it. ❤️

I also think she would get along with Shinobu.

It would be an entire lore dump on their general isekai'd lifestyle, their new social circle, if they share their history, and the possibility of them using specific weapons or visions. (Some characters have notes on skill/burst/idle animations)

Currently I am drawing each character with a basic weapon that is either tied any WAW egos a character has or an item that is related to their backstory.

[hella1975]

basically threw away £20 on my nails today so was already getting weird bc i apparently cannot be normal about money and then my paycheck came through just for my manager to have knocked off 11 hours worth of pay. so naturally i am crying in a dark room about it

[graciebrams]

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[adriartts]

alas, turns out grad school is hard so i haven't been drawing much of anything BUT. now. some side characters for yall

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Me: I should probably clean my room, unpack, find my laptop and finish the work tasks that were due yesterday

Also me: I think I'm going to hot glue flowers, vines, and ribbons to a basket instead :)