#just like. slice of life thing but considering their life is kinda sucks because of the whole no-cog thing

[keferon]

Guys. Guys they’re miners. They’re tiny cogless miners. Guys

I blacked out and filled the whole three canvases with sketches of them being itty bitty goobers. Figured Imma show you some haha

[worldsfromhoney]

Greetings, plebeians

This is your resident unknown and attention-depraved author/writer, BEE/bee/beE/🐝

Here’s some stuff about moi:

I like… tea. YES I LIKE TEA 🍵🍵🍵 it’s quite honestly the greatest invention of all time

I also like reading. That’s kinda like a hobby that all writers are mandated to say. Which is reasonable.

I’m a fan of miniatures and piano. Yeah, I did try them out. Yeah, I did fail spectacularly, thank you! ☺️

I also like painting but the therapy one and not just a blank canvas that sucks the soul out of artists lol

What do I write?

I write… stuff. BEAUTIFUL, HEARTBREAKING STUFF, mind you. But it’s still stuff, so lemme elaborate.

Speculative fiction - if you idk this, it’s really just a mix of fantasy and sci-fi; the ‘what if’ genre

Urban fantasy - don’t get me wrong, I love high fantasy, but urban is waaay easier to worldbuild

Steampunk & other punks - PUUUUNK 🤘🤘🤘

Horror and thriller - mostly psychological and body horror, don’t worry! I don’t do jump scares or anything ☺️

Slice of life - mwah my heart and soul mwah

Others - yes, I am capable of doing other genres 😤 I’m a multi-faceted bee, you know?

DISCLAIMER: what I write might only reflect upon my psyche and state of mind but that is not a guarantee

My WiPs

I am proud to say that… I DO NOT HAVE ANY!!

*gasp* what ever do you mean bee? Are you quitting writing? *sobs*

No, my darlings.

i just have no big projects to boast about right now. I feel like big projects aint my thing at the moment and pushing myself only led me to disappear from the internet for a month 😞

What i do have are short works i randomly choose to write and post here on tumblr !!

✨ FICLET MASTERLIST IS HERE ✨

🐝 POETRY MASTERLIST IS HERE TOO 🐝

If you’re interested, please comment on this post or reblog or DM me if you want to be put in the taglist!!

Does that mean you accept… requests?

…………yes. Yes i do. Go and flood my askbox you plebs !

Am I anywhere else?

Please. It’s 2023. Of course I’m… everywhere *cue evil laugh*

Bluesky - if you haven’t heard it yet, tis the new Twitter… cuz it’s literally made by the old creators of that glorious blue bird *cue a moment of silence*

Tiktok or Twitter - do not look for me here

Tumblr - EYYYYYYYYYYY i post ALL my stuff here !! They’re really just bait to hook some writer friends 🥹

Ko-Fi - ehem ehem i know first drafts are considered shite but BUT i have decided to make them available for perusal yes you can burn your eyes to anyone who buys me a cup of tea ~

Patreon - i finally have one!! I’m still setting it up tho and prepping all the content 💛💛💛

I’ll be doing a patreon soon enough actually so look out for that

How I organise myself

Well i wish this is applicable to actual life because i’d very much like to know how 🫡

Jk, here be the tags:

#bee writes some stuff - my micros, my flash fics, my text posts

#bee plays some games - tag games !! which i have never played before till now !!

#bee does some prompts - this will definitely see the light of day… someday

#bee stalking some writers - what it says on the tin

#bee answers some asks - omg i only added this because someone actually sent me one *faints*

#bee saves some stuff - there are way too many resource posts that i’ve scrolled past cuz idk how to tag

[robsterskellington]

After watching Hazbin Hotel, I got a little bit of brainrot, thinking about how Vaggie's love for Charlie helped her regrow her wings. I noticed that while Lucifer is considered "fallen", he still has his wings, so I wrote a small dumb thing lol.

"I still don't know how they grew back, exactly..." Vaggie had her Angel wings stretched out, allowing Alastor and Charlie to have a look. Carmine did hint that it was Vaggie's love for Charlie that allowed them to grow back, but surely that was too simple?

Lucifer had moved into the Hotel after the last Extermination, since it was an excuse to spend time with his daughter again, but also because... being lonely *really fucking sucked*. He watched the scene and tilted his head, "Well, love is the only thing able to heal broken wings."

Well, that answered that. Alastor tilted his head with a wide grin, "Is that right? And how would a *fallen* Angel who kept his wings know that?"

"Al..." Charlie hissed slightly- she didn't want them at each other's throats, too scared of not having her dad around anymore. However, she was curious, especially when she saw the expression on Lucifer's face. That was when she realised: "Dad... did- did the Angels take your wings?!"

Lucifer laughed nervously, "Fuck. Yeah, actually. Adam himself sliced my wings off with some kinda Holy sword. Actually, Vaggie and I are twinsies!" That was when he turned his back with his wings out. Vaggie looked then saw what he meant; both Lucifer and Vaggie had scars where their wings connected to their backs!

Charlie also noticed and gasped softly before looking at her dad, "Mom fixed your wings?"

"...no, actually. Well, partly." He smiled warmly, and began to tell a little story: "Years after falling, and seeing the consequences of my actions, I hit one Hell of a depression. The light in the darkness was your mother. She made me laugh, relax, and much like you, she never let me give up on my dreams."

Everyone had sat on the couch listening to Lucifer explain, though he never said anything dirty, even when Angel asked: "Did she top ya?"

Lucifer was blushing while Alastor froze with a wide eyed expression, having what Husk had dubbed an *asexual panic*, and Niffty just giggled like an idiot. Vaggie chastised him in Spanish while Charlie cringed, "Angel, I don't need to know about my parents *doing it*."

Angel was about to argue, but Lucifer cleared his throat, "Well... intimacy had something to do with it. It certainly helped with the depression."

"Fuckin' called it." Angel laughed while Alastor covered his face, and Vaggie held Charlie's hand.

That was when Lucifer had an expression he'd never had before, like he was peaceful, "I had a bad day. I was just sat at my desk, not doing anything, I had no strength. That was when Lilith walked up to me, and told me that she had the best news. I wasn't sure what she meant, until she took her hand, and pressed it against her stomach." He put his hand against his own stomach as he said this, and everyone understood.

That was the day Lilith and Lucifer became parents. Charlie felt tears well up in her eyes as Vaggie squeezed her hand, but Alastor seemed to have a more genuine smile on his face this time, "It wasn't the news itself that healed you, was it?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes, "Ugh, I hate that you get it. No, it wasn't." He looked at his daughters face and smiled, "As an Angel, I obviously have the powers of creation, and I could *feel* your soul within your mother. That tiny life I created by a method that some Angels thought was impure. And it was like when your soul sensed me, it grew brighter. Next thing I knew..." He extended his wings, a bright smile on his face.

Charlie let her tears fall as she ran to hug her father, who held her close. He pulled away slightly, cupping her face in his hands and wiping her tears before kissing her forehead.

Husk was the one to summarise the story for Niffty and Angel, who did get it, they just needed confirmation: "Old Fairy Tales talk about True Love and how it can heal anything. Charlie's love, and the love people have for her, gave two people important to her back their wings."

And with her love, they'd never lose them again.

[pb-dot]

Film Friday: Bohemian Rhapsody

This week I want to try something a bit different. So far I've mostly written about movies I really like. Hidden gems, movies that are, if not 10/10s are for the most part good and clever and made by people who really care about making a good flick. Today, I'm going to talk about a movie that I don't like. I'm actually going so far as to say the movie pisses me off. I'm going to try to be fair and explain my reasoning because there are some interesting points as to why this thing sucks, and I don't want them to drown in the bile. So, let's talk about Bohemian Rhapsody.

For the uninitiated, Bohemian Rhapsody is the story of Freddy Mercury, lead vocalist in the British classic rock leviathan Queen. Born in Zanzibar and later immigrating to the UK, Mercury's truly stunning baritone tonal range and operatic songwriting sensibilities paired with his flamboyant and powerful stage presence made him and Queen an unstoppable force in the music scene up until his tragic death from AIDS in 1991.

Now, if you're thinking this is the kind of life story that the typical musician biopic yearns for if you could write a bit less of a bummer ending somehow, you'd be right. The screenwriter has solved this by climaxing the movie at the triumphant note of Queen's legendary Live Aid 1985 performance, where Freddy, by now aware of his HIV diagnosis, reunites with the band to pitch one for the angels and sing his heart out for a good cause.

So, to cover the good things first. The Live Aid recreation is some truly impressive stuff, best viewed on the biggest screen you can. The soundtrack is, of course, Banger City, although it's mostly the crowd-pleasing hits. Not a lot of Innuendo, Barcelona, or Brighton Rock on the soundtrack if you feel me, but I suppose there is something to be said for the mass appeal. I also like Rami Malek in the lead role. He plays Freddy with a vulnerability that feels very genuine, and although he doesn't quite reach the peaks of Stage God Grandure that ol' Freddy operated on, he does sell the simulacra reasonably well.

Now, onto the less good parts. Now when I say Freddy's story fits the musician biopic, that isn't necessarily strictly a compliment. The by now well-worn ruts of "Rise To Stardom but Oh No Being Famous Kinda Sucks And Is Bad For You Actually but You Get Together With The Band Again and Rock Out Because That Is The Most Important Thing" is the kind of thing even a causal watcher of the subgenre can dictate in their sleep. Being a bit formulaic isn't strictly wrong of course, but it does feel a bit disrespectful when applied to the life of an actual real person.

Of course, I say that, but for being a film about Freddy Mercury, Bohemian Rhapsody doesn't actually feel like that as much as it feels like a movie about the band members of Queen's perception of the guy. Now I say this in part because Freddy's interactions with the LGBTQ community (more on this later) feel a bit told from an outside perspective, as the filmmakers have chosen to tell this slice of the story as the poor lad's downward spiral. Freddy's in a bad place and he goes to gay clubs and truck stops and whatnot. Like, considering what ended up killing the man I can see where that came from, but it also feels like a flattening. Freddy didn't hang out in gay bars to die from aids, one assumes, and the fact that Freddy's soon-to-be shitbag ex looms in the background of several scenes dressed and lit like a villain on Star Trek does not help.

The reason why I say this really is "Freddy as understood by Queen" is because of what I have to assume is historical revisionism going on. Our protagonist does bicker with his bandmates, and he's late for rehearsal, and it does come up of course, but the rest of the band is just so goddamn reasonable. Yeah, he's a flake and he's out there partying all night with those scary gays (not that there's anything wrong with that) but y'know, he's Freddy, he's a bit of a tosser but he's a good lad. Nobody loses their temper with him, nobody says an ill word about this obviously spiraling man, and if anyone does bring anything up it is in the gentlest, most understanding tones you've ever heard. While that isn't bad in itself, it does feel highly suspicious, especially when you take into account that bar Freddy, all of Queen's original lineup is still alive and was, in fact, involved in producing the movie. Honestly, if they had owned this perspective a bit and made Freddy this Jesus Christ in Spartacus-esque figure, too large to be contained on film alone, that would be neat, but no, it's a tell-all story told by people who at the best have a fraction of the story.

This isn't the film's biggest sin in my eyes though, no, it isn't even the atrocious editing although yes it does break several core tenets of good editing for no discernable reason. No, the most atrocious thing this movie does in my opinion comes down to one particular scene in Act 2. Here, Freddy has a heart-to-heart with his long-time friend and, in the actual man's own words, "common-law wife," Mary Austin. In a moment of melancholy Freddy confesses to Mary that he is Bisexual, to which she responds "Freddie, you're gay" and in essence cuts the conversation and the relationship right there. Now this isn't outrageous in itself, people have assumed that bisexual men are just gays in disguise up until very recently. What is somewhat unforgivable though is that this statement, and Mary's followup on it is literally the last words on Mercury's sexuality.

Now, the exact thats and whiches of Mercury's sexuality are a bit murky to my understanding, so this could be an attempt at hedging their bets in that regard. That said it is just incredibly disrespectful to let someone else than the character in question have the last word on anyone's sexuality, fictional or not.

Now I can see what the filmmakers were going for here. "You're lying to yourself and me when you say that you love me (in a way that we both find meaningful)" can be a place where a relationship ends, and it's an appropriately grim one for the start of a downward spiral. That said, it's hard not to read this as "This FAIRY thinks he can trick us into thinking he's BISEXUAL but he's LYING because he's GAY and then he gets SAD and has DANGEROUS GAY SEX about it."

It's a whole mess of a scene, and even without all the other issues, it soured the entire experience for me. This wasn't the story of a musical genius with a complicated relationship with his own sexuality and the degree to which he was public with that sexuality in a time when that kind of openness was sought with destructive intent. This is the story of a musical genius whose understanding friends and bandmates love and support despite being a silly little gay. This is celebrating the works of a man despite the inner life he led that fueled those works, not because of it. I wouldn't call this movie explicitly hateful exactly, but it's so thoroughly saturated with what esteemed philosopher and playwright Abigail Thorn calls "yer da'-thinking" that it'd honestly be better if it just called Freddy a slur and got it over with.

To pull back from that frothingly rage-filled abyss for a second, it is perhaps too much to expect even a biopic to even-handedly handle its subject matter. After all, when making a movie about someone dead, all you have is whatever they left behind and the perspectives of the people who survived them. Adapting anything also requires some changes made, if nothing else because setting a start and an end to a story changes the story even as it creates it. That said, this isn't an excuse to remix historical events to your liking. Live Aid 1985 did not struggle until Queen turned the tide, it was a highly successful event in which a very famous band did one of the best rock performances of all time, to name one example.

So in short: I don't like Bohemian Rhapsody (2018) very much. The song is still a banger though.

[ace-reviews]

SPRING 2023 ANIME RECOMMENDATIONS

Maybe it’s because I’ve begun actively avoiding isekai, but there seems to be….. Less of it? This season? And I actually watched a couple of them! One sucked in a fascinating way up until it sucked in a gross way and the other was fine, I guess.

Anyway, don't watch any of this season's isekai. Watch these, instead.

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ACE’S RECOMMENDATION: OSHI NO KO

I was originally planning on recommending the Dadime because it’s a Dadime and there’s nothing else particularly good this season except Mashle (watch Mashle) and The Dangers In My Heart (watch The Dangers In My Heart), and by the rules of the site I can’t recommend either because I read the manga. But then this one came out and it was either actually good or sunk cost fallacy kicked in because the premier is an hour and a half long (I think I was actually good but that fallacy can be a powerful swayer of opinion).

I’ve gone on record multiple times about how much there needs to be an idol anime that actually addresses how fucked up the idol industry is, and while Oshi no Ko is not exactly an idol anime (what it actually is changes about three times, hence the extra-long first episode), it sure doesn’t pull any punches about the entertainment business in general and the idol industry in particular being kinda shitty, especially to young and/or female performers. I don’t know why Ai’s eyes are like that, though.

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CHARLIE’S RECOMMENDATION: A GALAXY NEXT DOOR

It was a toss up for me between this and I Got a Cheat Skill…, which is also decent, but this one wins because it’s cuter, and a little more realistic in terms of characterization. I’ll admit the stinger thing threw me for a second, but Galaxy Next Door is shaping up to be a very sweet slice of life with a little bit of fantasy thrown in, and I’m kinda looking forward to how it plays out. Bonus points for the Female Lead not being the school girl, and also the two actually having a conversation about their situation IN THE FIRST EPISODE and agreeing to getting to know each other first.

The bar is in the Earth’s molten core.

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FEN’S RECOMMENDATION: TOUCH GRASS

[EDITOR’S NOTE: She watched at least three.]

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NOAH’S RECOMMENDATION: SKIP AND LOAFER

I briefly considered recommending My Job is Yuri! just for Fen, who insists it’s the best anime of the season, but didn’t watch it until her recommendation had been submitted.

Unfortunately watching high school girls gaybait people for money, while hilarious in concept, doesn’t really do it for me.

Instead I’m going to VERY POLITELY and with a TOTALLY NORMAL AMOUNT OF ENTHUSIASM suggest Skip and Loafer, a thus far charming little romantic comedy with a premiere that instantly won me over for showing the two leads actually hitting it off and having fun together. Shima’s charming and laidback, which actually meshes really well with Mitsumi’s hardworking ambition instead of grating against it. From the very first episode we get to see how they inspire and support each other as friends instead of wearing each other down through forced exposure. It’s not an especially groundbreaking premise, but it’s sweet and sincere and genuinely funny. I’m looking forward to seeing how things turn out for them.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

No because I thought his LN was on crack or something especially when he had like his osha awakening moment like they fully wrote out all the details of him posing with the galaxy in the background surrounded by all the planets and the literal LETTERS floating above his head like???? Yeah I mean if I were an Aryu stan I would’ve taken more time to read but I also couldn’t get past the fact that he was so appalled by his lack of musical talent that he fr was sick in bed for three days BRO it was so goofy it kinda makes me wonder what he would’ve been like if he hadn’t been bullied though :(

I- THERES NO WAY??? THE GRIND IS TOO INTENSE OMG???? Glad you’re alive now though oh god allergies really suck

And no seriously like people think that writing is the only thing you’ll have going on like sorry bro your fav writes have lives?? Also considering the length of your fics generally you’d think they’d realize that it’s kinda insane for you to update so quickly??? And I’m ngl I was really impressed that you were churning out so many pieces in such a short period of time especially since they were all at the very least 6k or something like….

IM SO EXCITED ugh baby Karasu truly is too cute the epinagi panels make me wanna just squish his cheeks!!! But I have full faith in you your different fic verses always keep it unique even if some things might be similar (like fwtkac and freaky Friday) like I remember you saying they had some similar aspects too but they didn’t feel repetitive in the slightest so!!

Vibe checking is so real like I’m not about to make people think that I’m like THOSE anime enjoyers yk….its okay we’ve got you o7 bllk chatter sessions ftw>>>

Freak loser Rin confirmed guys….yeah I did feel a bit bad for Sae LMAO but erm yeah what an interesting kid Rin was…..The fact that they don’t have eyes sent me I saw someone post somewhere saying that Rin and Sae must be adopted because they have long lashes but their parents don’t even have eyes LMFAOOOO

PLEASE KANESHIRO GET KARASU AND YUKIMIYA IN THERE!!! Honestly I’m lowk conflicted about post nel arc on one hand I’m really excited because I wanna see everyone together again but on the other hand I’m like…how much more of bllk do we still have…..I need my content!! Dw we add the slice of life filler episode into the manifestation circle…it will happen! Wait I’m also kinda curious about how the nel offers work? I’ve seen people all over talking about how after this they’ll like split and go to their respective countries from which they selected in nel to go join clubs and whatnot and I’m like uhhh that doesn’t sound like getting the gang back together!!!!

BAROUU>> I hope more people stop with the red flag Barou trend now because this man is such green flag material….okay and um maybe we actually just have prophetic abilities I was being so unserious when I said that LMAOOOO soooo trust slice of life episode tabieitaken comeback soon!!!

-Karasu anon

HELP the way they described the letters and everything omg i was cackling…it felt like they were trying to give a serious backstory to a very unserious character which gave it a general cracky vibe 😭 and the lack of musical talent causing him to throw up was unreal like what even

HAHAHA the grind is always with me fr 😈🙏🏻 this was a while ago like circa 2021 so it’s been a bit 😫 unfortunately i do have a peanut allergy it’s like my debuff 😢

THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYINGGG bro i had written over a 100k words for that fic in like a month that’s legitimately longer than most published novels 😭 i feel like when i’m inspired i’m a very prolific writer (eg i’ve written probably close to 150k words for bllk since may??) but the downside is if i’m not into smth you’re not getting anything out of me for it

OKAY YAY i’m glad it doesn’t come off across as too similar…i do think part of it stems from me just being the one writing it so i notice even the smallest similarities even though they wouldn’t really bother a reader necessarily?? at least i hope they wouldn’t 😓 and yessss squishy cheeks baby karasu that’s exactly the vibe he’s supposed to have he’s such a cutie i want to eat him

fr i need to differentiate myself…like yes i watch anime and write fanfiction and am a LITTLE not normal abt certain characters but i still shower and have friends/hobbies and touch grass 😔

HELP omg idk what the deal w the itoshi parents being so mysterious is…like is it meant to represent how sae was the only family rin cared abt?? because that’s lowkey crazy if that’s the case 😭 freak loser rin we’ve known it from the start 😩 need the world to get on our wavelength

ooh it might be how it is irl where like players play for their respective clubs but then for the world cup they come back and represent their national teams!! so we’ll have an arc or so of them learning how to play pro football, introducing more players so that the stakes for u20 wc are higher (because there’ll be established dynamics with other international players) and then everyone gets back together to play for japan in the wc

YES FREE BAROU FROM THE RED FLAG ALLEGATIONS PRONTO HE IS TRULY THE OPPOSITE!! and FRR we are bllk oracles or smth��seeing karasu yukimiya and kunigami relevance in the future of pxg vs bm 🧿🕯️

[iheartkm]

films for you ☆

film recs for comfort when feeling sad

mamma mia (108 mins.)

usually for me it’s enough to cheer me up or get my mind off sad things just to watch lighthearted films when i’m feeling down, and it’s always an added bonus if it’s a movie i have seen before - and i know your love for mamma mia is greater than that of anyone else i know so it came to mind first thing :) i also thought the music in the movie might be uplifting for the vibes and nostalgia ahh

20th century women (119 mins.)

because greta gerwig <3 and women <3 and both those things put together is comfort at its peak and it’s also said to be comforting, funny, and bittersweet all at once ??! one of my friends said it lit up their lives and yeah, i think you’d just like it maybe :)

bottoms (92 mins.)

this is the film by emma seligman that recently came out / is only out in select theaters but it’s essentially this silly fun campy stylish movie about bffs pj & josie starting a fight club to rizz cheerleaders lmfaoooo my description doesn’t sell it very well but! yes

the woman who ran (77 mins.)

full of women and cats (!!!) and just one of those quiet, simplistic films where the emotional undercurrent sneakily washes in

imagine me and you (93 mins.)

the og “never let your husband stop you from meeting your wife” film + cute romantic comedy!

café lumière (103 mins.)

a film where nothing really happens but whats cool about it is that it’s dedicated to yasujirō ozu (whose movie ‘good morning’ i considered adding to this as well, and maybe you’d like it too? :o) so it’s kinda in celebration of the routine and/or stillness of life and the beauty (and meaning) in ordinary moments

there are some really nice train and nature and city life shots as well that reminded me of you when i first watched so there’s that:) but just a caveat it’s either you might enjoy this or find it extremely boring btw hajshaja this also probably goes for most films on here bc i suck

the daytrippers (87 mins.)

that little miss sunshine meets the royal tenenbaums energy yessireerrrrr

cha cha real smooth (108 mins.)

i have honestly yet to watch this so i can’t give any real faithful summary but based on the premise and from what ive heard i think it might be a bit resonant for you? and maybe even be a little boost of serotonin?? will have to get back to u on this fs

scott pilgrim vs the world (113 mins.)

brie larson’s performance of black sheep is healing to the ears and soul ngl

luca (95 mins.)

this is a coming of age, animated movie that i think you’ll enjoy for a couple reasons! one is that it's a colorful, energetic slice of life movie. second is that even for a film that’s small in scale it navigates so much, like a lot of it is about identity and the anxiety and challenges of growing up and/or older, but is also about discovery and acceptance !! third it has so many heartfelt moments that almost reminds me of the last wish which i know you liked so :)

mystery train (106 mins.)

i was thinking a lot about what you said, that you liked films that are about the mundane, that don’t necessarily prioritize plot and action. hence why when mystery train made its way to me, i immediately thought of you :) knowing you enjoy wong kar-wai films, i think this will be one that you can’t miss! think of it like a more humorous and lighter chungking express <4

film recs for wallowing and/or Thinking when feeling sad

mistress america (84 mins.)

this one acts as a transition from the previous set of films to this new one in the sense it can technically be in either ??! but yes this is also a greta film :) it’s a bit weak in some parts of the film but has some heart in it too and some gut punchy scenes saurrr

tokyo.sora (127 mins.)

melancholy film about loneliness, friendship (or rather just connections in general), isolation, mental struggles, yknow all the depressing good stuff thrown in with really pretty visuals lol + i’d say there’s some sensitive scenes/topics here though so ! just a warning :)

columbus (105 mins.)

i havent finished the full thing yet, but there are scenes in this film where we get to just hear the birds, the cicadas, the score sweeping in as the conversation melts away, and there are these breathtaking shots of architecture and nature that just have this meditative, sweet, attentive feel to them

but i placed it on this list in particular because the characters and their flaws, arcs, and desires really drive the story. and kogonada somehow uses the sights and buildings in the film to be representative of the feelings and/or relevant to something internal within the characters and it makes all the emotional highs that much ?? better ? if that makes sense !! so yes that !! i think you’d really like this !!

la la land (129 mins.)

this is just if tbawy x blue lightning was a musical

my own private idaho (104 mins.)

sad and gay

frances ha (86 mins.)

sad and contemplative and Should have been gay (probably is anyway! we love subtext!)

my broken mariko (85 mins.)

a somber and sensitive rumination on grief, loss, and friendship - this one’s a bit on the heavier side so i perhaps only recommend this if you want something that fuels your sadness or if you want to maybe cry? but then i’d still advise to be careful bae

my life as a zucchini (66 mins.)

because who doesn’t want to cry over lumps of clay who just want to feel like they belong

girl picture (102 mins.)

i’d say this one is mostly for the vibes hahah like it has quite a skam feel to it that i think you’d enjoy. and i think on a bad day in a particular where you’re not feeling so great, this film could be one that helps you be a little invested in someone else’s thoughts, emotions, and life, and almost take a break from your own? :) 

film recs for when you don’t want to do neither in particular but you’re feeling sad and want to consume something 

this one’s on the more misc side so no descriptions, just the titles :)

the meyerowitz stories, new and selected (112 mins.)

but im a cheerleader (85 mins.)

shiva baby (78 mins.)

real women have curves (86 mins.)

happy hour (317 mins. <\4)

whisper of the heart (111 mins.)

breakfast on pluto (cilian !! + 128 mins.)

happy together (96 mins.)

midnight in paris (94 mins.)

the darjeeling limited (92 mins.)

high fidelity (113 mins.)

the green ray (98 mins.)

fallen angels (98 mins.)

[here4theheartbreak]

I would LOVE to see Ateez take care of a child for a set number of days. It'd be such an amazing thing to watch! It would probably change me on a molecular level. AND the kid would be drowning in genuine love and undivided attention. SOMEONE MAKE IT HAPPEN NOW. ✨

I don't have a kid, but I'd definitely trust them all to look after my dog. I probably wouldn't even worry all day long like I usually would~! 😂 And, yessss, they've already shown that they have positive responses to thinks like gender/sexuality. So, that's a massive green flag bonus. 🌈

Omg. San's outfits are always Atiny slayers. Give us a break (please, don't), Choi San!!! Also, bless the stylists who end up having to slice the back of all San's shirts and jackets because he's super broad BUT they're determined not to hide that tiny little waist away. They're doing so much extra work for the team. The true heroes of Tinytown! 🌟

True, true! Every part of Wooyoung is constantly gravitating towards San!! And to be fair. It's the same the other way around too! San's always just rightttttt THERE.

Ahhhh, the Woosan bed cuddling. Hongjoong was done but not surprised. 😂

RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD. Honestly, that is so often the mood when it comes to Ateez. 🥗👀

YESSSS. I also knew it was Woo who had the peppers! He was being too weird. And when they were about to exchange cases and he reached down to 'guard' his case?? Too obvious, my man. It was over. Then I couldn't decide if it was Mingi or Yeosang until the end. 🤷‍♀️🌶️

Jongho seems like he's been 'old' for a long time. An old soul. I can imagine him as a toddler, wielding lollipops and sage advice. Or being in the playground, just sitting quietly, being all wise and cute. 😂 I would actually love it if he released a trot album one day! I loooove the drama of a good trot song! 🥰

I saw that Hongjoong went to some Chanel thing today. Fashion King~~! 👑

Annnnd I saw that the Korean age system has officially changed to the international system. Sucks to be Joong! Half the kids are his age now and Hwa is his hyung. For a man who gets SO offended when people don't address him properly it must be quite A DAY™️. Can't wait to find out who obliterates all the boundaries first. 😂

@daegu-flowjob

OH MY GOD, THE NEW BABY CLOUD THO DID YOU SEE IT?!

The way I screamed, Hwa is so sweet 😭 and the kids with those chili peppers, my tongue was screaming in sympathy, I can't imagine omfg. I like spicy stuff and I couldn't have handled that, their tongues were probably entirely numb by the end.

The twins not wanting to leave them though 🥲 - I cried. See this is why something like Hello Baby would be excellent! Spend a day with kiddos like this, then go home and take care of them and just kinda get that experience of parenting (co-parenting? Octo-parenting? lmao) and it would just be so adorable. Even if they did it in groups, hand 1 kid to each dorm or something for a few days. 😭 I don't want it to be over.

Also with the KR age system - I cannot imagine how annoyed Hongjoong is. But!! He can now officially get after Wooyoung for not using honorifics - because no matter what time of year, Wooyoung will never be his age, so he should always be using -hyung. (He won't, because it's Woo, and what fun would it be to not make Joong consider homicide 80% of the day 🤣). So, my money is on Wooyoung having obliterated the boundaries the second the clocks turned over. Man was probably standing by Joong's bedroom door watching the clock, knocking as soon as the day hit and immediately speaking informally to him when he answered. (And then probably running for his life because I'm guessing Joong has a multitude of heavy books to throw).

I don't think Joong will mind Hwa being older than him technically, tbh. He leans on him already as if he's older in some ways, and Hwa is so easy going I doubt he'd take advantage of that, except to tease sometimes in public.

(Figured I'd reply to the Salary Lupin ask I sent you as well here since I'm at it lol) I loved that show. I was so sad when I realized I'd watched all of it 😭 - they were so involved and I loved it, the final race cracked me up, such conniving little things.

Honestly, Yeo gets me every time in these games bc they overlook him so easily, since he is so sweet and forgetful and kinda empty-headed sometimes, which makes him absolutely deadly in games like this and it's just so cool to see him shine in this way.

Lol if they do a murder mystery type k-drama, you gotta make Yunho the prime suspect. He was so good at acting his role. The slightly off kilter silence, he was so good -- certain looks, he just made you uneasy and that's such an awesome talent to have, especially if you are playing the sort of genius villain/psychopath type role. Props to him, honestly.

So far I've watched Fever Road, Treasure Film, Salary Lupin, Wanted/Wanted Special, and Wanteez, and the hello82 stuff, I think. Do you know of any other variety type shows? I know ofc like 1N2D and other 1-2 episode things, but like the in depth ones like Salary Lupin and such?

I have seen a few that they did for Universe, but I also know that app is defunct now - do you know if Universe (or anyone else) uploaded the remaining episodes of those shows? I couldn't find them on YT last night besides the first ep of each that Universe originally uploaded.

[spacemash]

lawzo charm points for your consideration:

zoro constantly attracts the need for medical assistance, law would probably enjoy the medical marvel that is a normal human guy who can just beef up his biceps on command

that time they spent in the submarine offscreen was actually the closest one piece has come to being a slice of life romcom including "there was only one bed (because zoro found his way into law's room and was already asleep when law got there)"

you can make an up to 12 sword style joke if you ever need a smutfic title quick

theyre actually pirate married (oda spoke these words onto me in a dream)

the comedic potential of a zoro timeshare contract between law and the rest of the strawhats

the angst potential of the luffy hypotenuse in any configuration as you see fit

chopper's big brother and his cool and scary surgeon boyfriend!!! woah!!!!

law and chopper commiserating over how much zoro sucks as a patient would be really cute so btw

remember when law was cool w people dying for the sake of the plan then zoro was like ok and then law was like wait no--??? like i know op mentions it in the propaganda but i think it bears repeating :]

law would get more sleep with a boyfriend who enjoys to nap

there is something to be said about knowing the depths of one man's loyalty while acknowledging that you do not have a monopoly on this aspect of his, that though you may be a captain he loves you are not his captain, and that regardless of this you know that he will love you just as fiercely still, and presented with a man willing to die you cannot help but yearn for him to live still (with you)

then there's also knowing that this man was present for your captain, in a time when your captain needed you most but you could not be present, and this man had held in his hands your captain's heart and had to keep him from the brink of death because you failed to be there for your captain, and maybe there is envy but above all there is gratitude and you know that even though he thinks himself an ill omen of death that he is not and he is fully capable of nurturing life,

zoro's hierarchy of needs include swords and swordsmen and law very handily fits the criteria

if you are a fervent believer of the one true gospel (goth fam) then i need to tell you law perfectly fits into the aesthetic of it ergo he would make a wonderful son/brother-in-law

do you ever worry abt one of ur fellow warlords dating ur son? dracule mihawk didnt think he had to but with the power of lawzo u can inflict this upon him

their height difference is good :]

friendly reminder that they spent a lot of time together in that submarine,, you know how it gets in close quarters,,,

law calls zoro(-ya) by his first name and roronoa-ya when he is grumpy at him

that one scene on zou,,, the one where law leans into zoro's personal space,,, what did that mean torao law what were u trying to do,,,

law slicing the lab in punk hazard automatically makes him a 10 in zoro's eyes

both of them have pierced ears u know what this means??? sentimental earrings exchange!!!!

the ship is a very good avenue for sword jokes

zoro licks blood off his swords sometimes so i dont think the room-ing out organs thing would be anywhere close to a deal breaker and could even be bonus points in his book

they both enjoy the superior grain (rice)

lawzo is capable of being very cute and funny and fluffy or being angsty and tragic or being just two dudes who surprisingly get each other, the range is immaculate the variety it offers is the spice of life

theyre both kinda based off the same pirate so you can argue theyre soulmates basically

room is very convenient when dealing with swordsmen who have a tendency to get lost

imagine fanart of law's hands groping zoro's chest, now understand this exists and you can thank law and zoro shippers for their hard work, perhaps consider joining the cause,

read Cut My Feelings Off Clean by Augment

One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side B

ZoLaw art by @jack-pictures. Check out the original post here!

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Sanji x Law:

North blue bitches unite!! Law is definitely a nerdy fanboy who fell in love, just look at the gif i submitted. Also remember the extremely gay way law landed on sanji's shoulder in wano? Other ships could never!

Why have one traumatized north blue twins when you can have two?

North Blue boys and their trauma

Propaganda for Zoro x Law:

they're just both really good at sword play :P

Grumpy swordmen? What's a better ship?!

Sword guys, great way to go from releasing tension to topless and sweaty and close together, Zoro gets lost and Law enjoys wandering so they just go on walks together, both incredibly intense in what they do, both unlikely to back down, understand each other reasonably well, Zoro can deal with Law's brand of stupid/crazy/D

I think their interactions are fun :)

Law: "Let them kill you! Be ready to die for the plan!" Zoro: *is ready to die for the plan* Law: "NO!"

They have ao much in common! Both are swordsmen and they both have cursed swords (at least one). They're both pretty deadpan but not above getting into shenanigans with luffy. They just fit!

Two moody, broody swordsmen who are really bad at expressing their feelings, but deep down, you know that they are softies. They would bicker with each other but at least understand that the sarcasm is like a love language. They can at least share that mutual respect of having to be the strong one, especially surrounded by a crew of silly goofy guys.

They are perfect together because they are both massive nerds who think they're just so freaking cool, but they're not. Literally every time everyone else is freaking out about something they're like "pfft losers." But THEY are the losers.

It's two guys who are obsessed with Luffy who are in love, it's swordsman x swordsman, it's the two straight men together, it's jock/goth. I just think they would have nasty sex and I'm into it.

Both of these poor gay boys accidentally fell in love with the most aroace mf in all the blues. So they fuck each other to cope.

[communistkenobi]

I’d be very interested to hear your thoughts about the growth of American fascism as a movement made up of small scale cells like how Louis Beam advocated for, considering the authoritarian personality’s perspectives? We had an extremely interesting seminar on the KKK that branched into talking about their theorists in the 70s onwards and then into the current recession of the KKK in favour of smaller movements like the boogaloo bois or generally the Unite the Right groups. Cause the KKK was last successful nationally in the 20s, then WW2 and publishing of the authoritarian personality, then 60s and 70s civil rights KKK then alt right theorising

I’ve been thinking about this a lot!!! My answer is going to be kinda scatterbrained because it requires a lot of preamble, but tl;dr I think the decentralised cell structure of the current right wing reactionary movement(s) is not at all in conflict with the idea that fascism requires (and desires) a strong authoritarian state leader. To the extent that fascism is an ideological output of capitalism, we can liken fascist movements today to crypto-currency.

I think central to this discussion is the process of neoliberalism. Which is a word that people seem to struggle with (I also did for a while), but it’s essentially the idea that social problems can be solved via the market. Ideologically, this means an intense focus on the individual as a consumer (self-care products are usually a prime example of the neoliberalisation of healthcare, which more broadly is the concept of spending money to feel good and therefore making it easier for you to be economically productive again) and decentralisation of the government. The “downloading” of responsibility to manage problems like social services, healthcare, welfare, housing, etc from federal to provincial/state governments, and then eventually to municipal governments, means that smaller and smaller governments are now responsible for managing larger and larger slices of civic life. Which they can’t handle, so they turn to non-profits, charities, and corporations to help with the costs. This then directly inserts capital interests into these spheres of public life, and also de-democratises them, as they are now being managed (ie, paid for) by non-government organisations.

But this was not accompanied by some massive shift in power. The basic functions of society were still being administered, and while peoples lives got materially worse because of this decentralising process, there was no fundamental restructuring of the way society operated. However, when you couple this with the dismantling of unions, the selling off of public lands to private businesses, and the de-democratising of social services, you have absolutely destroyed peoples’ ability to foster community. You can’t organise at work, you can’t go anywhere or do anything unless you pay for something, and joining community councils now means navigating an insane bureaucratic web of NGOs, charities, public-private partnerships, etc just to get a five hundred dollar grant to throw a neighbourhood barbecue at the local community centre (if that centre is even open anymore). This is also coupled with people’s wages stagnating, work hours becoming longer, housing prices skyrocketing, and overall just cost of living going up while your wages go down, depressing your ability to do anything other than work.

So the fabric of civil life has been torn to shreds, but people are not individually more free than they used to be, their lives just suck more now. And this I think is where things like qanon and other decentralised, online networks rise to prominence. The internet facilitates the building of communities across space, and while it’s not a replacement for a robust social and civic life, it’s the best you’re going to get.

So, again to compare it to crypto-currency - the base power that money has in our society is not threatened by crypto. It’s a decentralised network of assets, sure, but those are still evaluated in relation to global state currency (almost always USD), and they are literally fucking useless unless you cash out with real actual currency. You are only obscuring the functioning of central power by doing this, you aren’t actually challenging banks or the state. In the same way, I think fascists can operate in these individual little groups, inventing insane conspiracies as a form of entertainment, but the central authoritarian logic of fascism is not being questioned by idiots claiming on image boards that giving your child bleach will cure covid or whatever, even when those groups clash about the details of their newest conspiracy theory. They still want to install their leader as the president of the United States - they still want to use the power and authority of the state that currently exists to their advantage, they don’t want to demolish it (although they do want to change a lot about current public life, certainly). Fascism has undergone the same neoliberalisation process - power is simply being obscured by the functioning of capital, it’s not actually being divided up.

Now what you were mentioning with the KKK is an intentional strategy. I don’t think shit like qanon is intentional in the same way. I think these people are simply responding to the moment they live in. And in the same way neoliberalism has been extraordinarily beneficial to capital interests, I think this neoliberal form of fascism can be beneficial in many of the same ways to right wing aspirations for state power. The Authoritarian Personality describes fascism as an irrational totality, a desire to be completely ruled by another person, and that fascism is a product of capitalism. Again, I don’t know how true that is (as in, I don’t think abolishing capitalism will rid us of violent and horrible people, but that’s another conversation), but fascism has adapted extremely well alongside capitalism, and you seem to be able to measure the state of the reactionary right with whatever the fuck is going on in the economy, so describing fascism as a function of capitalism seems to hold a lot of explanatory value.

[wonwoonlight]

📣: Dad to be!Seungkwan // slice of life // kinda angsty i guess? // 798 words

warning: pregnancy struggles

A/N: thank you anon for the seungkwan req!! i was actually really shocked (and a bit upset lol) when i was managing the masterlist and seungkwan wasnt there😭 which is why i worked on this first hoho. this is more ~slice of life and comfort~ than it is angst, enjoy!

find the rest of requested drabble here            

“I really don’t think you should be walking around right now,” Seungkwan looks at you worriedly as you move around in the kitchen, trying to cook.

You simply laugh at his words, Seungkwan is quick to help everytime you show the slightest hint you’re struggling to do anything. “I just wanna cook, Kwan. It’s been so long and I’m craving for my own cooking, so there’s no way out, really.”

He sighs in defeat, he knows how hard-headed you can be when you want, so it’d be best to stay silent and hope nothing happens as he tries his best not to let you do heavy stuff.

You’re heavily pregnant with twins and frankly, you seem like you could be in labour anytime now. But there’s still a few months to go and you’re just extra round because there are two babies growing inside you.

Pregnancy has been hard to you since the very beginning, even now, almost reaching your last trimester, there are times when you’d still throw up when that symptom is supposed to be over months ago. Additionally, you get tired easily and you get lightheaded almost everyday. It’s such a big change for you who rarely gets sick before, now you need to be careful with almost everything.

That said, Seungkwan has been worried sick since the beginning and he’s trying his best to be there for you because you can’t go out as often as you’d like to. He feels bad for essentially locking you in, but the both of you knows it’s for your and your babies’ sakes. There are times when you get annoyed at this, but one time you’ve pushed yourself to make breads out of boredom and you almost end up fainting. After that, you totally get where Seungkwan’s coming from.

Truthfully, Seungkwan doesn’t consider cooking as a heavy activity and he knows you’d go insane if he doesn’t let you do anything, but there’s always a chance you’d feel faint out of nowhere and he doesn’t think the kitchen is a safe enough place for that. Which is why he’s been fidgeting as he leans on the kitchen’s island since earlier, watching you from behind.

“Let me do that for you,” he finally says, looking at you struggling a little to chop vegetables due to your baby bump.

You reluctantly hand the knife to him, pouting a little. It’s true that you’ve been struggling because of your posture, but it sucks to know you’re basically helpless in almost everything that you do. You’re glad Seungkwan is being subtle with his help, watching you from the side and offering to help when he decides you’ve struggled long enough, but you’ve missed your independence.

It’s not that you don’t appreciate him or you’re blaming your babies for this, but the amount of things you’re unable to do on your own now is distressing. Seungkwan even needs to help you change your clothes at times. You’re feeling useless and you really wish there’s just something you can do by yourself without worrying Seungkwan.

“Oh my God, why are you crying? Does something hurt? Are they kicking too hard again?” Seungkwan panics at the sight of your tears, quickly putting down his knife and speedily runs his hands through the water before turning to you.

You shake your head, covering your face with your hands. Why on earth are you crying? When did you even start crying?!

Seungkwan grasps your shoulders firmly but gently, his hands slide to the sides of your neck to caress the skin there with his fingers and they go up to your face when you finally look at him. There’s frustration in your eyes, Seungkwan can only imagine how does it feel when you’re told it’d be better for you not to do anything for months.

“Breathe with me, okay?” he calmly says, looking at your eyes. You nod at him, your tears already stopping not long ago. You’re sure you only have your hormones to blame.

“Better?” he asks with a hesitant smile after a few moments. You exhale one last breath, your hands reaching up to hold his. “Do you wanna sit down for a while? Maybe even lay down?”

If you’re going to be 100% honest, you’re sick of hearing those words now. But, when one of your daughters suddenly kick as if to remind you they’re there with you, you can’t help but smile and look up at Seungkwan with that glance.

Seungkwan quickly puts his hands on your belly, waiting for his children to greet him too. The way his face lights up despite the worries painting his body reminds you why going through this pregnancy would be worth it.

These are your kids with the love of your life, after all. 

[hanatiny]

Back For Seconds

a/n: been working on this one for longer than I’d like to admit but here it is, finally - happy birthday to my favorite Gemini boy, Yeosang <3 (and to @yunhoiseyecandy​, since she happens to share a bday with him c:)

pairing: Yunho x genderneutral!reader x Yeosang

genre: fluff, smut

word count: 2816

warnings: established poly relationship, mentions of food, threesome, sub Yeosang, switch reader, soft dom Yunho, first time, praise, making out, pet names, slight corruption kink, oral (m receiving) swearing, voyeurism, master kink (only mentioned twice), masturbation, orgasm denial, consensual sex taping, implications of unprotected sex, implications of overstimulation

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To put it simply, the surprise you and Yunho had been planning for Yeosang’s birthday hasn’t been going quite according to how it should have.

Most if not all of your friends hung up on you when you asked them for help, making up some nonsensical excuse for you to believe while you made a mental note to go and get yourself some new, more reliable friends.

You huffed in annoyance, dropping your phone on the pillow as your bottom lip jutted out in a small pout.

Although understanding of your frustration, your tall puppy-like boyfriend couldn’t resist the urge to peck your cheek lovingly before sitting down next to you on the bed.

“Wanna talk about it?” Yunho asked gently, worried about how agitated you had become within the past approximately 20 minutes.

“I just want to make everything nice and pretty for Sangie’s surprise, and apparently no one I know is available to help. Woo can only keep him occupied for so long...”

“I understand, bun~” You smiled affectionately at the pet name Yunho used as he spoke, “But you know that our Sangie will love having even just us around, right? He’s never been much of a party person.”

“I do know, I just wanna make it extra special since it’s the first birthday he’s celebrating where we’re all together... I want it to be memorable for him, Yunnie.”

“Y/n, look at me.” When you refused the request, Yunho pouted and gently pulled you to sit on his lap, “Sangie will be happy either way because we love him and he loves us. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded in response, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a warm embrace to assure him.

It was then that you perked up, a light knock against the wooden door frame catching your attention followed by a quiet voice, “You guys... can I ask why there’s these little bottles of flavored milk,” Yeosang held up one of the bottles in question for clarification as you and Yunho blinked at him sheepishly, “all over the living room? I enjoy them and I know you do too, but...”

He trailed off, and you understood that he wanted an explanation.

“We- mostly I, admittedly- wanted to make your special day actually, well, special, so I was planning a mini party but no one other than Yun was available to help so it wasn’t done in time.” You confessed with a pout, looking over at the slightly younger of your two boyfriends while his own eyes flickered between you and Yunho.

Yeosang pondered his answer for a moment before walking over to you and crouching in front of you, his hand reaching to tuck some of your hair behind your ear after you had turned to face him.

“Honey,” it was ironic of him to use that pet name, you mused, considering that it was exactly what his soft voice sounded like, “you know as well as our sweet Yunho does that I’m not exactly a party person. So it’s okay, I truthfully didn’t expect you to even have anything planned. I’m just happy to have you both here with me...~”

Yeosang beamed sincerely at you, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the sight as well before pouting when Yunho poked your cheek.

“I’m not saying ‘I told you so’ or anything but... I kinda did, baby.”

Yeosang raised a questioning eyebrow at the two of you, merely chuckling when you huffed playfully at the older.

“Well,” he started as he stood, “these aren’t gonna drrink themselves, are they? First one on the couch gets to pick the movie, last one needs to take care of snacks~”

He giggled, the sound a melodious one that you could never quite get enough of, as he turned on his heel and swiftly made his way to the living room of your shared apartment.

It took you a moment to process the situation before you jumped to your feet and rushed to follow Yeosang, all while calling out to him with a pout, “No fair~ You had a headstart!”

"Not my fault, is it~?" Came the soft chuckle in response as Yunho merely shook his head in amusement, taking his time in getting up and making his way to the kitchen to take care of your guys' snacks.

That was how it usually ended up going on your movie nights together, with either you or Yeosang choosing the movies you would all watch while Yunho tended to be in charge of what you’d eat.

With the cake he had bought for the younger's birthday in his hands, he couldn't but smile when he found the two of you curled up next to each other with you threading your hand through Yeosang’s hair.

“Hey now,” Yunho cooed lowly so he wouldn’t scare either of you, “don’t hog all of the blankets, you two. I want some too, y’know~”

“You have no room to talk Yunnie, you’re a literal human teddybear and a walking heater~!” You whined in protest, letting out flustered giggles when he hummed in response and leaned in to peck both yours and Yeosang’s noses, the latter flushing a deep red out of shyness from the contact.

Satisfied, Yunho smiled and seated himself next to you before handing out slices of cake to you and the younger male, watching how his eyes lit up at the realization of what it was he was given.

“I admit that I had a little bit of help but,” Yunho confessed, and you couldn’t keep yourself from hoping that the one who helped him was not Wooyoung, based on a few past experiences, “I figured you’d enjoy this, considering that we all know how much you love sweet things...~”

“That’s why I love you and our precious Y/n so much~” It was Yunho’s turn to blush now, a cheeky grin playing on Yeosang’s lips, “In all seriousness - I love all of this, the balloons, the fairy lights, the sweets that I’m sure are delicious... You did so much to make sure I would have a good birthday~ Your efforts and Y/n’s are both incredibly appreciated....~”

You smiled brightly at his words, snuggling into his side while Yunho wrapped his arm around both of you to keep you close to himself.

You ended up watching some kind of romcom that recently came out and Yeosang shyly admitted to being interested in, and you admittedly found more joy in feeding your boyfriends the cake the older had prepared than in the movie.

Halfway through, you weren’t even sure how it happened, you were sprawled out across both of their laps with the blanket draped rather awkwardly over all three of you. You weren’t paying much attention to the movie playing on the tv anymore, more interested in playing with the strands of Yeosang’s hair you could reach without obstructing his field of vision with your hands.

You heard his breath hitch, however, so you paused mid stroke to turn your head to face the tv with your now undivided attention, and you understood immediately why Yunho scrambled to reach for the remote to pause it.

There was a sex scene presently playing on the screen, and neither of you were prepared to see it.

“It’s not even rated R, I don’t understand...” Yeosang mumbled lowly, his face flushed a bright shade of red.

“We can watch something else if you want Sangie, we don’t have to-” Yunho attempted to reassure him before being cut off and shushed with a finger placed on his lips.

Yeosang shook his head slightly, “No, I just- I didn’t expect that. But...”

“But?” You echoed questioningly, sitting up straight again between him and Yunho and looking at the former inquisitively, “I’ve been wondering if you guys c-could maybe teach me how to do things like that...”

You shared a look with Yunho, the tall male quirking a curious eyebrow at your boyfriend’s request. You were both aware that Yeosang had no sexual experience whatsoever beyond jerking himself off a handful of times in the shower, while you and the older of the two males had fooled around on multiple occasions.

“I mean, only if you want t-” Yeosang fell silent mid-sentence when you suddenly kicked the blanket away and off of the couch before climbing onto his lap and facing him.

“We want to, Sangie. We wanna make you feel good~”

An unintelligible whine left him at your words, followed by a shy look on his still reddened face. “Are you sure-”

Understanding of Yeosang’s hesitance, you shut him up with a gentle peck to his soft lips before giving him a cheeky smile, “Yes, we’re sure. I wanna suck you off, Sangie... please~?”

It was your pleading tone that made him give in, spreading his legs a little as you let your body slide off of his lap and down onto the carpet.

“Last chance to chicken out, Sangie. Are you one hundred percent sure you want this? I’ll stop and forget all about this if you ask me to but if you don’t, I’m about to give you the best goddamn blowjob of your life.”

Yeosang had to admit to himself that the dominance bleeding through the mischief of your tone had him twitching in his jeans, nodding eagerly as Yunho hummed next to him and took his own half-hard length out of his sweatpants.

“Mh don’t mind me, just gonna enjoy the show~”

A grin painting the older’s features while he leisurely stroked himself, he watched you fumble with Yeosang’s belt, your brows furrowed.

“Need some help there, sweetheart~?” You heard Yunho coo cheekily from across the couch, huffing softly in response, “No I don’t. If I can manage during all our practice room quickies, I can definitely manage now, thank you.”

You regretted your cocky choice of tone when you saw the look that flashed in Yunho’s eyes, an apologetic pout forming on your face in reaction, “S-sorry master, wasn’t thinking before speaking...”

“It’s alright as long as you admit your mistake, my dear. Now go ahead and do what you do best~” The older male purred, fishing his phone out of his pocket before pointing the camera at you and Yeosang, “Surely you won’t mind if I record this for when we’re on tour and missing our sweet darling...~?”

His tone was suggestive - it sounded like you had a choice, but you knew from experience there was no room whatsoever for debate, “It’s up to Sangie, I’m more than okay with that~”

Yeosang swallowed heavily when both your and Yunho’s attention shifted to him, his face flushed and eyebrows slightly raised from the surprise of hearing you call the older male by the title of ‘master’ instead of his name.

He simply nodded dumbly when he remembered that an answer was expected of him, too focused on the anticipation he felt towards the idea of having the warmth of your mouth enveloping his cock.

Yeosang breathed out a sigh of relief he wasn’t aware he was holding when you finally freed his dick from where it strained against the fabric of his jeans, shuddering lightly when it instead came into contact with the cool air in the room.

He had a pretty decent size, you mused; his cock was a little thicker than Yunho’s, although shorter in return and curved slightly to the left.

“Y/n p-please, I- oh!” Yeosang’s plea got cut short when your lips finally wrapped around his sensitive tip, a small whimper of surprise sounding in his throat in reaction.

“Our darling’s a natural, eh Sangie~?” Yunho purred cockily, still stroking himself with the camera pointed to you and Yeosang.

It wasn’t that the latter didn’t want to retort, but he found himself choking on air when you suddenly took the entirety of his length into your mouth and down your throat. He would’ve been impressed by what appeared to be what Yunho had taught you, if he wasn’t currently sobbing out moans instead and throwing his head back to restrain himself from bucking his hips into you.

You hummed in satisfaction around him, pleased that you could reduce him to a moaning mess so easily and wanting to see what other kinds of sounds you’d be able to draw out of him while you boldly swirled your tongue around the head of his cock.

You heard Yunho groan from where he sat, his previous question forgotten with his thumb brushing over his own bulbous leaking tip.

A broken whine sounding in Yeosang’s throat was what made your attention snap back to the younger, your eyes hooded as you met his gaze, his pupils blown wide from lust.

Meanwhile, Yeosang was struggling to keep his composure and squeezed his eyes shut to keep from bucking his hips into your mouth and choking you with his length in the process.

You noticed him twitch in your mouth, the feeling encouraging you to give his cock suction as best as you could given his size.

“Ahh~ F-fuck...~” His heavenly voice reached yours and Yunho’s ears in the form of a breathless lewd moan, the latter humming in sadistic interest, “Mmh~ Are you gonna cum, Yeoangie~?”

It took Yeosang an almost embarrassingly long moment to process his boyfriend’s question in his head, giving a nod and a throaty groan in response, “Yeah, ‘m so f-fucking close I feel like I’m gonna burst...”

It seemed like a miracle to himself that he was able to formulate such a coherent answer, Yunho offering a soft thoughtful hum in reply before his voice boomed through the living room while he slowed his own strokes.

“Y/n, off.” You nodded and obeyed the simple order immediately, removing your mouth from Yeosang’s dick as quickly as possible before watching the string of saliva between his tip and your lips cut in front of your very eyes while awaiting the next command.

Yeosang promptly whimpered at having been denied his orgasm, glancing back and forth between your bright eyed smiling form and Yunho’s next to him. Even through his haze of pleasure, he was able to deduce what kind of man the latter was in the bedroom - he didn’t seem to be a particularly stern or demanding dom, but he was still firm and clear about what he wanted.

As someone naturally leaning to be rather reserved and laid back, Yeosang had to admit that he found this kind of control oddly attractive.

“W-why...” He whispered eventually after catching his breath, his eyes meeting Yunho’s darkened ones as the older smiled a little too sweetly to not be suspicious.

“You said you wanted to learn ‘how to do those things,’ no? It’s exactly what we’re doing... Y/n giving you head was just warming you up for what’s to come, and I’ll warn you now that we always come back for seconds~”

Yeosang found himself shuddering in anticipation of the sultry tone’s implications while you tilted your head in curious interest, still kneeling on the floor beside him.

“Lie back darling, and let us do what we do best.”

Yeosang understood that the request was for him and, too desperate to cum to allow himself to complain about being given orders, did as told. Removing his pants and boxers entirely, he gave Yunho time to stand and place the phone on the coffee table to continue filming all three of you before making himself comfortable on the couch - as comfortable as he could be with a hard and throbbing cock, anyway.

He turned his head to the side to face the older, his cheeks flushed a bright crimson when he felt Yunho gently nudge his tip against his lips. At the same time, he found himself jolting the tiniest bit, his self-restraint almost cracking when he realized that you had undressed as well and positioned yourself in such a way that had you hovering right above him with your entrance close enough for him to easily slip inside if he really wished to.

Yeosang knew much better than to do anything rash though, and shook off the idea. He was the one who had asked for ‘lessons’ in terms of how sex felt, he mentally chastised himself, so he opted to let the two of you do as you pleased and lead him instead. Because this was the best birthday present he could’ve ever dreamt of.

“I can already tell it’ll be fun to teach our sweet Sangie all about how good it is to not have to rely on some toy or his hand just to cum~” You chirped from where you were above him, leaving the younger conflicted about where to look before his lustfilled eyes settled on Yunho’s own darkened gaze.

“I agree, baby~ I look forward to seeing how many ‘seconds’ he’ll be able to handle...~”

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I return again! No takes come to mind for me to share in return that wouldn’t involve just sending the entire post in question, so… This will just be a lightning round of things I’ve received and responses to them!! Putting it under a cut because there’s a lot of text here.

Content Warning: Long. More Haterism, too.

Oh, wow, this sucks. I love how this totally skips over the Trolls’ abject confusion over the concept of Family, the fact that Troll/Troll Familial Relationships were considered novel due to being Beyond the Quadrants (Signless & Dolorosa are the biggest example of this), and the fact that we get Quadrants explained to us thoroughly and Moiraillegience is called “Pale ROMANCE”. Hahaha. This is pure, unfiltered illiteracy.

NAH... THIS IS DIABOLICAL. You CANNOT be diagnosing an ACTIVE CHILD PREDATOR with P-OCD!! That is SO not right!! That is NOT how that works!! That is EXPLICITLY not what that means!!

This is so egregiously mask off it's almost funny... You kinda have to laugh, because otherwise you'll cry. Who's gonna break it to them that Bi Men are MLM? Because "MLM" is a blanket term. It doesn't mean "Strictly Homosexual" - it's "Men Loving Men", not "Men Loving ONLY Men". If you're a man who loves men, then it doesn't matter if you're sex repulsed, or romance repulsed, or if you also like women, or computers, or if you yourself are a girl sometimes or whatever the fuck. you're included. It's a fucking blanket term. Attempting to exclude Bi people from "MLM" or "WLW" makes you look like a tool and a fool. LMFAO.

I was about to go off on a whole rant about how every damn label in "LGBTQIA+" is a blanket term, and how attempting to draw hard lines between who can and cannot use whatever label makes you kind of a cop, but that's not really the place for this, so... Just know it was there. Feel the specter of it.

Putting these two together because they seem to be about the same damn post. Man, the Homestuck fandom just really loves to victim blame, it seems. It is not a child's duty to fix up the act of their parents. It is the parents' job to not be abusive. I really hope the implication that Rose is the cause of Mom's Alcoholism is a fault of the simplification and not an actual fucking point they made. If so, then... Jesus Christ. Do people still think Bro was actually employing any irony in his actions? That man was dead serious. It's so explicit that Dave was calling Bro's horseshit "Ironic" as a Self Defense Mechanism, because he wasn't safe enough or ready to unpack the trauma he was going through yet. It is so explicit. And yet... And yet.

Man, they don't even get periods. I know "Genetic Material" is kind of vague, and implies they can use almost anything, but Trolls literally do not get periods, I'm pretty sure.

They are bugs, and they do not sexually reproduce in mammalian way. Why the hell would they be free-bleeding into a bucket to reproduce when the presence of that bleeding inherently implies that they can just, like, fuck a guy and get pregnant that way? Realistically, what would be the point of going through all these hoops of filling an entire, like, 3 gallon bucket full of bodily fluids with your partner, giving it to some big scary executioner dude who might kill you, and that big scary executioner dude then carting it off to some giant fucked up bug creature and shoveling it into her somehow, if Trolls could just conceive on their own?

Like, yeah, "Genetic Material" can be anything from the body that has genes in it. This is most bodily fluids. You could puke in that bucket. You could pee into it. You could slice your arm open and bleed into it. You could spit into it a lot, which people have already tried in real life. So, like... Why period blood specifically, when this species objectively would not menstruate? Why period blood specifically, when that would take A LOT of time? It doesn't just all come out at once like a shotgun blast. It's not like you can just turn a spigot and it'll all come flowing out in the span of 5 minutes. What?

Look, let's be realistic, I think we all know "Genetic Material" mostly just meant a whole lot of cum. That's how 99% of people took it. Get with the program.

?? Where are they getting their information, at the Lies Store? What comic did they read??

You literally do not have to make up lies to say Cronus sucks. There's already so much there. What were they muddying the waters like that for??

Hilarious to call Tavros "The Worst Character in Homestuck" when Cronus exists. And how the hell is she a chaser? BOOO.

UPDATE: It has come to my attention that the "Tavros is a Chaser" take was a joke made in response to Transmisogynistic Harassment via some very bigoted Tavros Fans. I have a post on it here. Give it a read!

No, trust me, it does. You had to be there. It was a very long post doing a, um... "Deep Analysis" of Eridan's character.

I hate to get so personal here, but it was terribly written. It was long, yes - impressively so - but "long" doesn't necessarily mean "good". It was full of such groundbreaking takes as "Eridan was the least Hemoloyal Highblood", "It's not bigoted to say slurs", "Eridan wasn't actually Genocidal", and "Eridan/EriKar is the most Thematically Relevant, Narratively Important Character/Relationship in the entire comic, and the only reason this isn't actually true is because Hussie sabotaged the comic and made it bad on purpose. The original plan for the comic - which I know for a fact somehow - revived Eridan and gave him a Redemption Arc and the only reason Hussie's ever said they hate Eridan is because they're playing coy and saving face. Source? Trust Me Bro."

There were incorrect citations, missing citations, a lot of very deeply conspiratorial thinking and very far reaches, there was a deliberate misquote in there to help bolster their point that had the page cited so you could SEE the misquote with your own eyes, and in this deep, thorough analysis of Eridan's entire character and how it relates to the comic, they, um... Threw out... Most of the later comic as being noncanonical for the aforementioned reasons of apparent "deliberate sabotage" despite there being Eridan appearances well past the point they set, and literally never once acknowledged the most important thing Eridan ever did. You know. Destroying the Matriorb. In a deep, thorough character analysis on Eridan and his plot relevance... They never once brought up the Matriorb. Not only was that him literally committing a Genocide, the thing the essay insists he'd never actually do, but it's an event in the comic that has one of the most clear, most thoroughly explored consequences. The destruction of the Matriorb was tragedy of fantastic fucking magnitude, and it's never even mentioned! How!! They never bring up the Matriorb in an essay directly concerned with Eridan's narrative and thematic relevance!! They don't even really bring up his age as a defending point for him! How!!!!!

Not good. Honestly, it all just seemed like mad cope. We're all prone to mad cope at times, but, like... This is crazy. The blatant disregard for text, and reality, and how bigotry operates, and tone, and time, and also the literal fucking Matriorb, I cannot stress enough how much the literal Matriorb didn't get mentioned even once... Man. What...

I am not linking the post, because that just feels like... Really bad form. I don't want this person to get harassed or anything, I don't even really want them to see all this, which is why I'm not fuckin' @'ing them or hitting up their DMs or anything, I'm just saying that I really do not agree with their takes and that the essay was super poorly constructed. It was kinda nuclear levels bad. Sorry not sorry.

Mituna doesn't have any memory loss. Like, point blank. We are never shown or told anything that could even point to the direction of Mituna suffering memory loss. The most there is is him not remembering if he's God Tiered, which, like... Doesn't really count for anything, to me at least. We've seen how the Dream Bubbles work, and how long they've been there, and the fact that none of them have had literally any use for their God Tier powers in the Bubbles. And the fact that Hussie likely just didn't know whether or not to confirm if he was God Tiered. Which, fair - it doesn't add much to his character either way, now, does it? He canonically remembers the Great Act of Heroism, for example, which everyone claims he doesn't even though we're told he does up front. He just struggles with communication.

If you believe Cronus to any extent, you will be killed by the stomping hooves of one million horses. Because the theory that Cronus and Mituna were "buddies" comes from Cronus saying that to Mituna, like, in the middle of assaulting him, to try to manipulate him. Because he does that. He's an abuser. Trying to minimize assault and harassment by pushing the idea that you're friends, or lovers, or spouses, or family, or whatever is a completely normal, very common abuse tactic. That's called manipulation. We see him transparently manipulating people on screen more than once. He even does it to Meenah! And it works!!

I love how this ignores the fact that Nepeta is very obviously the one who is the most in charge in that relationship. Yeah, the beginnings of it was kinda rocky and definitely more unhealthy, but that felt like Hussie ironing out what Moirallegience really meant and looked like to me. When their relationship was more solidified, Nepeta was the one who was reeling Equius in, not the other way around. She absolutely DID NOT lack autonomy.

What are the worst takes y'all have seen. I'm curious.

If I post 'em, I can anonymize them for you.

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Marinette almost missed Hawkmoth. Sure, she ended up extremely emotionally repressed, but hey! At least her opponent was stupid, at least she never had to fear losing.

But, yeah, that was why she didn’t notice the fact that chloroform was on the floor. That was way too smart for a villain, in her opinion. Wasn’t Joker supposed to be insane or something? Why wasn’t he completely stupid like Hawkmoth had been?

Those were her last thoughts before her vision blacked out.

She blinked her eyes open one time while she was being transported, but… it wasn’t enough. Her head pounded, her limbs felt like lead. She tried to pull one of her arms away from the five goons carrying her around -- she giggled at how much effort they were going through to keep a half-conscious person down -- but it was too weak to even break their grip. She wasn’t going to be getting out of the situation anytime soon.

She rested her head back against the chest of whoever was carrying her head.

Her eyes fluttered shut without her permission.

It took a while for her to be able to open her eyes again, and when she did she was almost tempted to close them. She was tied up with Red Robin, hanging upside down over a vat of acid. Decidedly not a good situation to be in. Maybe she could ignore it for a little longer…?

She buried her face in the neck of Red Robin’s suit, using the cool material as a kind of cold pack to try and soothe her pounding headache.

… wait... Red Robin!

She had a bit of protection because of her mask covering her mouth and nose and miraculous immune system, but he was a human and both his mouth and nose were uncovered! Shit!

Marinette pulled back as much as she could to check his face and see if he was okay and then cursed the domino mask blocking his eyes from her view. What she could see wasn’t good, though: the skin of his face had broken out into hives where he had come into contact with the chloroform. Ouch.

She tried just poking the good parts of his face with her nose to get him to wake up, but clearly that wasn’t working. Alright, new plan.

“Red Robin?” She whispered.

Nothing.

“Red Robin Red Robin Red Red Red Red Red…”

She was pretty sure she was doing this annoying thing right. She didn’t have siblings, how could she know?

Wait wait wait, what was that one thing that his siblings always said to him?

“Reeeeed Robin, yum~.”

Not even that got a response? Damn, he must really be out of it.

Time for drastic measures, then.

She tipped her head back as far back as it could go and then slammed her forehead against his. This evoked a lot of swearing from both parties. Apparently, headbutting people doesn’t help headaches.

When her head stopped ringing as loudly, she peeked her eyes open. “Sorry, checking to see if you were alive.”

He gave about as much of a nod as he could. “It’s… I understand why you had to do it.”

She gave a tentative smile. “Right. Still, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured her, then glanced down to see what they were working with. He bit his lip anxiously. “Ah, that’s not good,” he said after a few moments of consideration.

She rolled her eyes because, yeah, obviously. She didn’t say that aloud, it wasn’t productive, so she said: “I’m going to squirm. See if you can free your arms a little?”

“Do you think I have some kind of gadget in my gloves for every situation?”

“Don’t you?”

He hesitated. “I mean… yes, I do have something that could help us out of the ropes, but we are kinda over acid right now. How fast is your reaction time?”

She tipped her head from side to side with an awkward smile. “Not great.”

“Then maybe we should just wait for backup --.”

“Do you think they’ll get here before Joker does?”

“... you’re right. Start squirming --.”

“Wow, you two hate me that much? I’m hurt,” a voice cooed.

Marinette jumped out of her skin. She craned her neck to glare at Joker for scaring her…

And immediately regretted it. Why was his face not attached to his skull properly? Did he cut his own face off? Who even does that? Ew.

Red Robin scowled at him. “I can’t say we were all glad to hear you were out.”

“Red Robin...” she warned.

“Wow, not even old Batsy was happy to hear the news?”

“Nope. Didn’t say anything, actually.”

Joker’s smile wavered. “He didn’t?”

“Um, Red,” she tried again.

“Nothing,” he confirmed. “Not. A. Word.”

Joker didn’t seem to know what to do about this information. Batman wasn’t even paying attention to him? What was the point, then?

Marinette was also concerned about what was going on, but for a completely different reason. She leaned close to his ear and whispered: “Why are we trying to anger the psychopath?”

He gave as much of a shrug as he could while tied up. “If he’s talking he’s not trying to kill us.”

“And what if he gets angry enough to kill us?”

“He probably won’t.”

She winced. “Okay, I really don’t like your use of ‘probably’ there --.”

With both of their hands forced behind their backs, the only comfort he could really give was pressing his good cheek to hers. It shouldn’t have worked, but apparently life or death situations mess with your emotions.

“Just… trust me?” He pleaded quietly.

She sucked in a deep breath before turning to glare at Joker, who was still having a crisis over the fact that Batman didn’t care as much as he did. Well, she guessed that she had to take out her headache on someone. Might as well be the bitch in ugly clown makeup.

“You know, I don’t even understand why people are scared of you.”

Joker frowned and turned to look at her. “What?”

“I mean, I get why Poison Ivy is feared, I get why Mr. Freeze is feared… I even get Penguin and Riddler since they both have a high enough intellect to make up for their lack of powers… but you’re just… some guy.”

Joker gave her a cold look. “I could kill you.”

“So could a particularly determined cow, you’re not special.”

Red Robin snickered. She smiled, a little proud of herself for making him laugh.

Their grins were wiped off their faces when the rope holding them up dropped.

It caught them again dangerously close to the acid. Red Robin was a few centimeters from getting a new haircut. Marinette wondered, morbidly, whether her suit would go with her if she disintegrated.

“Not going to kill us, huh?”

“... well, I did say probably,” he mumbled, his face a little red.

She swallowed thickly. “If we live, I’m going to kill you.”

“Fair. Want to mess with him if he’s going to kill us anyways?”

“... yes.” She whipped around to glare at Joker again. “I mean, honestly, why aren’t you dead yet?”

“We don’t kill,” supplied Red Robin.

She grinned. “Sure, and I get that. I’m also not fond of murder... but is every citizen in Gotham just agreeing to not kill him? Does Batman spend all his time making sure that civilians don’t do it? Why hasn’t anyone seen him on the street and just tried to run him over?”

“... I mean, Robin hit him with the Batmobile once.”

“See?” She grinned. “And don’t even get me started on Punchline and your goons, Joker. How did you find so many people loyal to you?”

“I love him!” Said Punchline defensively.

“... sweetie, if you want a pasty white guy with green hair just watch 2016 Jacksepticeye.”

Red Robin nodded. “At least he’s kind of funny sometimes.”

“If you need the guy to be evil, how about the evil alter ego he made… what was he called?”

“Antisepticeye.”

“Ha, you’re a fucking nerd,” Marinette teased.

Red Robin blushed (or maybe that was just the blood slowly rushing to their heads from being upside down for so long) and pointedly ignored her: “Look up Antisepticeye. It’ll probably be healthier for you.”

Punchline didn’t have a retort for that. Marinette was deciding that was because she was considering it, not because she probably didn’t know who Jack/Antisepticeye was.

She pushed on: “And, hey, you goons don’t have to give Punchline over there the glory. Stab your boss. C’mon, it’ll be cool. Doubt he’s paying you more than whatever bounty is on his head, anyways.”

“If you’re going to rally henchmen maybe you shouldn’t call them ‘goons’,” suggested Red Robin.

She pouted. “But ‘goons’ sounds cuter.”

He opened his mouth to retort but she’d never know what he was going to say because, at that moment, Signal and Robin came busting in through the skylight.

~

Tim relaxed when he heard the glass shatter. Whether Marientte’s henchmen rallying had somehow worked or their backup had come, it at least meant that Joker and Punchline were distracted from wanting to murder them.

He struggled to crane his neck to see what was going on.

Oh. Damn. Damian was back from his angsting on the weird murder island? And he was here? Nevermind, he’d prefer Joker and Punchline. Damian was never going to let him live this down.

Speaking of Damian, a weight jumped onto their ropes and the three vigilantes became a pendulum. Tim grit his teeth tightly and Marinette let loose a long string of swears as their headaches worsened.

But, apparently, the world wasn’t done with them. Damian sliced the line at the highest point and they went flying across the room. Tim was the unlucky one on the bottom when they hit the ground, which he doubted was an accident.

Damian left them to deal with things on their own from there. Least he could have done was cut them free with his katana, but Tim supposed that was too much to wish for from the youngest brother.

He rested his head back against the cool floor for a second. He could feel Marinette stretch across his shoulder to do the same. They sighed in relief. This was the closest they had come to treating their headaches and wow was it nice.

But, frankly, resting in the middle of a fight isn’t a great idea. So, they wriggled around on the floor until he was able to flick open the tiny knife in the index finger of his gloves and cut the rope binding them without, y’know, cutting one of them instead.

Freedom! What did they do with this newfound freedom, you may ask? Scratch their heads. Turns out chloroform sucks for many reasons and one of those is that it’s a major skin irritant.

He also vomited. Thank god they’d been freed. He’d been only a few seconds away from throwing up on Marinette. He felt especially bad about that when she peeled a hand from her itching to hold his hair away from his face.

The fight was over soon enough. Duke and Damian came over to watch the two of them attempting to peel their skin off layer by layer.

“Pathetic,” chided Damian.

“Don’t be a dick --.” Marinette cut herself off, her hand flying to her mouth. “I swore in front of a baby.”

“I’m twelve!”

“Exactly: a baby.” She reached out and cupped a very affronted Damian’s face in her hands. “Look, you still have baby fat! You shouldn’t be fighting crime!”

Tim couldn’t tell if she was messing with Damian for being rude to them or if she genuinely saw him as a little kid. He wasn’t going to correct her. She’d remember he was a gremlin soon enough.

Damian wrenched his face from her grip. “If I hadn’t come you two would have been burned in acid.”

“Please, we all know Signal probably could have dealt with this entirely on his own,” Marinette waved him off.

Duke rested a hand over his heart like he was touched.

Tim rolled his eyes and pulled Marinette to him, resting his head on top of hers lazily. “We should get a checkup at the cave. Chloroform has… not nice effects and we both rolled around in it a little while fighting.”

Duke and Damian both winced, but Marinette didn’t seem all that concerned.

“I’ll be fine. My immune system is enhanced by --.”

Duke clapped his hands by her ears as loudly as he could. Neither Marinette nor Tim were particularly happy about it.

“Behold: a headache, one of the main symptoms of chloroform. Your face also has some red streaks, so don’t even try to deny that the chloroform is affecting you.”

“I take back my praise, I’ve decided I hate you,” she murmured, massaging her temples.

“I just remembered that I need the siren on my bike on to tell all the other bats we’ll need them at the cave...”

“Wait, no --.”

~

Marinette glared at Black Bat and Spoiler. The batboys had left the infirmary area for her own comfort and that was nice of them but she would really prefer if she hadn’t had to come at all.

Now she sat in some of Black Bat’s pajamas and one of Spoiler’s spare masks as they inspected her.

Her nose scrunched as Black Bat drew blood from her arm.

“This is dumb. I don’t need this.”

“We’ve been told. Humor us?” Spoiler said and, though Marinette couldn’t see her face from where she was, she knew she was rolling her eyes.

“I would if you were actually funny.”

“I think we can definitely put her down for irritability,” commented Spoiler.

Black Bat nodded and dutifully wrote it down. Traitor.

The cool metal of a stethoscope was pressed to her back and she cringed.

“Deep breaths.”

Marinette complied, however reluctantly. Might as well get all this bullshit over with as soon as possible.

… she was regretting that decision, now, though.

She gave Batman a cold look. “You can’t keep me here.”

“You need to stay so we can monitor your state overnight. You could have asphyxiated.”

“But we didn’t,” complained Red Robin, who looked just as annoyed about this as she was.

“We have lives, B,” she said.

“You weren’t going to do anything other than patrols tonight, don’t act like I’m tearing you away from something important.”

“The protection of the city is important,” Red argued.

“Neither of you would be much help tonight in the state you’re in, anyways.”

Red Robin stuck his lower lip out in a pout. Marinette gave her best puppy-dog eyes.

Batman wasn’t moved. “If you need something, Agent A will provide it.”

She blinked, eyes returning to normal in her confusion. “Who --?”

He disappeared into the shadows before she could finish the conversation, something she was, unfortunately, getting used to.

Marinette scowled at where he had last been.

Maybe she should have expected this, maybe if she had been less out of it she would have. They had given her pajamas when she’d had clothes and insisted on cleaning her old ones ‘for chloroform’. The checkup might have been a genuine checkup on her state, but it probably wouldn’t have mattered what the results were. She was always going to end up staying the night in the cold, dingy cave filled with bats.

She sighed and laid back against the stone floors. She heard Red Robin groan and looked up to see he had been locked out of the Batcomputer for the night. He leaned back in his chair and mumbled curses.

She giggled at his distress and, despite himself, a tiny grin poked at his lips.

“Want to race to see who can hack into it first?” She suggested.

He raised an eyebrow at her under his domino. “Think you can win?”

“Considering I don’t know that much about hacking, I’m going to say probably not.”

A wide smile spread across his face, now, and he waved her over. She took a seat on the desk beside the keyboard and he started teaching her everything.

Most of what he said, while technically heard, wasn’t exactly understood. She couldn’t concentrate. It was the first time she had seen him in anything but his vigilante suit and she decided that that was a crime because he looked so cute in the Batman-themed pajamas. Furthermore, the way his long hair was pushed back by a headband to keep it out of the green paste spread over his face to alleviate the chloroform’s rash reminded her of a spa day in all those movies.

And then there was the smile. It made her heart flutter in her chest because she was so used to his grins but this was just a genuine smile. He looked so passionate about the intricacies of cyber crime. She was almost sad about the domino hiding his eyes because she wanted to see the way they lit up while he explained different ways viruses could be accidentally downloaded to devices.

Basically, she was a mess for this random cute guy she worked with. She had never seen him so casual and at ease and it felt far more intimate than it maybe should.

She rested her head on her hand, nodding along as he talked about data encryption versus decoding.

Well, maybe a forced sleepover in the Batcave wouldn’t be so bad...

~

Tim was suffering a lot more than he would ever admit, and only a small part of it was due to chloroform.

He was going to be having a sleepover with one of his idols and he was going to be spending a large amount of the time trying not to throw up. And she could totally tell, too, why else would she be watching him so intensely? Someone kill him, please. He was so glad he had a secret identity because he didn’t know how he would manage if she thought Tim Drake-Wayne was a loser.

Granted, she was going to think Red Robin was a loser... but at least he had a second chance as Tim.

He rested his chin on the back of his chair. He had hacked into the Batcomputer already but it was a relatively dull night out on patrols and he wasn’t eager to be yelled at for showing Marinette some files on top of already hacking into them when he wasn’t supposed to.

“Wanna do something?”

She grinned. “Is there anything to do here other than train?”

“... nothing approved.”

She tipped her head to the side. “And of the things that aren’t approved?”

He matched her grin. “Well…”

And that was how he ended up setting up a movie projector in the cave so they could watch Groundhog Day. Marinette had taken to making them a pillow fort.

Duke stumbled down the steps, half awake, and raised his eyebrows at them from behind his domino. He poured himself a cup of coffee from the pot that they had made and took a long sip before sending the two of them a wary look. “Do I want to know?”

Marinette didn’t look up from her and Tikki’s base construction. “Dunno. Do you want to watch Groundhog Day with us?”

He frowned. “Isn’t that the one where that guy in a time loop stalks his co-worker until he knows enough to make her fall in love with him?”

“Just say you don’t like romcoms and go,” Marinette irritably.

“I’m fine with romcoms, it’s just… a little messed up that he uses the knowledge he gets from being in a time loop to ensure she falls for him?”

“It’s a story about self-improvement,” Tim said, sending his brother a glare. “He grows as a person until he is worthy of her love.”

“Him learning about her is part of his arc. He starts off selfish and he ends it with a deeper appreciation for other people,” agreed Marinette.

Duke held his free hand up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. Enjoy your stalker movie.”

“It’s not a --,” Tim tried to argue, but Duke was already heading back upstairs.

He huffed a little and finished setting up the computer and projector, then took a seat in the pillow fort. She poured each of them a cup of coffee, put a straw in hers to maintain her identity, and then took a seat beside him.

He took it from her with a bright smile and turned on the movie.

She rested her head on his shoulder as the happy-go-lucky music started up.

Unfortunately for them, they didn’t manage to stay awake for all that long. Duke had drugged the coffee pot.

~

Marinette shifted awake a while later and promptly decided that being awake sucked.

Nothing about her current situation sucked, of course. At some point during the night they had fallen asleep and now she was laying half on top of Red Robin, clinging to him like a koala. He didn’t seem all that upset about it, though, with his arm wrapped around her and his face buried in her hair.

Unfortunately, the time on the bottom right of the Batcomputer’s screen told her she didn’t have much time to enjoy it.

She started the slow process of extracting herself from him. Getting the arm off of herself was easy, getting his face away from her head was much harder (this wasn’t helped by the fact that the paste on his face had stuck to her hair).

There was one scare where she thought he was going to wake up. She pushed herself off of his chest and he took a long breath in. Marinette froze, watching his lips tighten… and then he turned over in his sleep.

Oops, apparently she’d been suffocating him a little in her sleep. Sorry, Red.

Well, at least she was free now.

She slipped out of the pillow fort and glanced at the time again.

Even less time to do what she needed. Because that’s how time works.

She sighed and called Tikki over with a tiny wave of her hand, walking over the edge of the railing. She looked down at the abyss that stretched many feet below.

Tikki couldn’t have looked more disapproving if she tried.

“It’s just a little insurance,” Marinette signed.

This didn’t make Tikki any less upset with her, but she hadn’t really expected it to. She signed for her transformation. She tied herself to the railing with her yoyo as a precaution and then hooked her legs around the railing.

And down she went.

She flexed at an awkward angle, flashlight in her mouth, and stuck a tracker to the bottom of the platform.

And, really, she wasn’t intending on using it. Like she said, it was just insurance. They had drawn blood from her earlier and she knew for a fact that it wasn’t necessary for chloroform inhalation. The only reason that made sense for that was that they wanted to check and see if she had inhaled some but they already knew that so… what did they want with her blood?

She was willing to bet it had something to do with her secret identity. And, hey, she didn’t particularly care if they knew her identity, she trusted them, but if it ever got out because of them revealing then who the bats were would be 1) revenge and 2) a good distraction.

“Hey --?”

Thank the kwamis she had tied herself to the railing because she’d been surprised enough to let go of the platform.

“Shit, sorry!” Said Red Robin.

She pulled herself back up onto the platform with his help and then collapsed on the cool stone. She spat the flashlight from her mouth. “Fuuuuuuck, don’t do that again, please.”

“Sorry,” he said again. Then he glanced back at where she had been and, momentarily, his lips pulled into a frown. “I gotta ask: what were you doing?”

“Hm?”

Shitshitshit.

“Oh, I wanted to see if there was anything down there or if it was just for The Aesthetic.”

“Why not just use your yoyo to go down?”

She shuddered. “The flashlight barely did anything. Would you want to go down into that darkness with no clue even how far down it goes?”

He seemed to accept the answer. “It’s an old iron mine. No one uses it anymore, though.”

She nodded her understanding.

She pushed herself back up to a sitting position and looked at him.

“The bats don’t get back for a while and we’re still on lockdown, so… want to do something?”

~

Damian was the first one to get home. Apparently he had broken a leg on patrol. This was fine (well, maybe he shouldn’t have been driving himself, but whatever).

What was not fine was that he had promptly decided to be an asshole.

Tim and Marinette had been playing Minecraft on the Batcomputer and, like all younger brothers, Damian asked to play.

And, like all older brothers, Tim barely looked up from his controller to tell him: “No.”

Damian looked to be on the verge of a meltdown.

Marinette sighed and sent Tim a tired look. “Red, don’t be mean. He’s just a kid. There’s more controllers, we can just give him one.”

“But…” He started. Damian was a terrible partner to play Minecraft with because he never helped out with anything except for the farm.

However, Marinette was looking at him expectantly. Tim bit his lip, considering.

Damian looked between the two of them and a wicked grin spread across his face and oh no.

Damian took a seat next to Marinette and gave her puppy-dog eyes (a real feat, considering the fact that he was wearing a domino and therefore his eyes were invisible). “Miss Ladybug, can’t you please make him let me play?”

Marinette gave Tim a tired look. “Red, c’mon, just for a bit.”

Damian smirked a little but, by the time Marinette turned back around, he had schooled his face back into a pout.

She handed him her controller. “You can have mine. I’ll find another for myself.”

The two watched her leave and Tim sent his younger brother a glare. “I can’t believe you would embarrass yourself this much just to play a game.”

“Anything to annoy you, ‘big bro’.”

He opened his mouth to retort, but then Marinette came back and all he could do was send him a glare behind her back.

Damian retaliated by sitting himself on Marinette’s lap. She looked down, amusement making her eyes crinkle, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. Damian smirked and stuck his tongue out at Tim.

That little shit.

And it continued on for hours while the three of them waited for the rest of the bats to come back. Damian would cling to Marinette in some way and he would become the bad guy for glaring at a child. He was seriously considering breaking the No Killing Rule for this kid.

Finally, though, people started coming back and apparently Damian thought it too embarrassing to do such a thing in front of more than just the person he was trying to annoy because he clambered off her lap to play just a little bit away.

Bruce was the last one to come in and he looked at his kids with the patented Batdad Glare because they had managed to drag Steph into playing with them (without much effort) and Cass into watching (with much more effort). Which meant that there were currently five family disappointments. Yay them.

Tim smiled innocently. “What? We got bored. Maybe you should let us out so this doesn’t happen again.”

“I’m keeping you here for your own safety.”

Marinette and Tim both groaned.

“I have work to do.”

“Me, too.”

Bruce didn’t relent because he was a stubborn asshole.

But that was fine. They really hadn’t expected them to. Tim glanced at Marinette and she twirled her index finger against her flat palm, the sign for ‘start’.

One flash and smoke bomb later, the two of them were running as fast as they could to his bike. He grinned as he helped his giggling friend get on and hopped up himself. Arms wrapped around him tightly and her face buried in his back. They tore out of the cave, giggling all the while.

[echoalyssa]

could you maybe do an imagine where jj or rafe finds out the reader has a daddy kink but is super shy about it so they tease her and kinda just humiliate her in bed a little? and thank you so much, i appreciate you taking the time to write this :)

Authors Note: I am SO sorry for the wait, life has really gotten away from me. I’m also working on your second request as this gets published. I chose Rafe for this one because I’ve never written for him before but please feel free to send another JJ request to my inbox! Obviously this is explicit per the kink, so proceed at your own risk :) Sexual intercourse and use of the word Daddy.

You push Rafe back into the chair on his deck. Nobody was home today. Just you and your boyfriend. Which meant that that fact plus the added benefit that his house was so secluded meant that you could have sex with him wherever you wanted to on the property.

The two of you were like bees, always flitting around each other. Always wanting more.

His hands are on your hips and he pulls you over him so that you’re straddling his lap.

“You’re always so hot” He murmurs sexily into your ear. And in return you bend your head and drag your tongue up his neck, your lips wrap around his ear softly and you suck.

Rafe inwardly gasps, his hands moving to your butt and squeezing roughly. Thanks to summer you were wearing festival jean shorts and a tube top.

Rafe is wearing his typical tan bermuda shorts and an orange polo shirt. He grabs your chin and rips it away from his ear, crashing your lips onto his roughly.

Considering the two of you had the entire day to do this, he sure was excited and not wanting to go slow at all.

His fingers grab your tube too from the top and yanks it down, revealing your strapless bra.

“Oh d-“ You start to moan into the kiss and then freeze because he didn’t KNOW about that. You’d managed to keep it under wraps, at least until now when it had slipped out because of his palms cupping you.

Rafe pulls away, staring at you. “Did you just-? Y/N... do you have a...”

Before you can finish you jump up and off his lamp, skittering across the deck and pulling your top back up. You cross your arms and stare at him. “What?”

“You TOTALLY almost called me daddy!”

You flush, attempting to avoid his gaze completely.

“No i don’t. Forget about it Rafe!”

“That’s crazy! You? With a daddy kink?”

Your bottom lip begins to quiver, feeling a hot wave of shame rush over you. Rafe is still chucking with a hand over his mouth, at least until he looks at you and freezes.

“Oh. Shit. No baby I didn’t mean to make you cry!” He sits up, rushing towards you to wrap you in a hug. “There’s nothing wrong with having one! In fact! I’d be honored to be your daddy!”

He’s dragging his fingers through your hair and rubbing you scalp gently and your eyes begin to stop burning with the threat of tears.

“Are- are you sure?”

“Yes! Why don’t we try it out, have you moan for your daddy?”

You whine, still embarrassed but his finger is rubbing you against the seam of your shorts and you can’t really think about anything other than him. He’d taken it well and if this was something you could incorporate into your sex from not on well... you wouldn’t be complaining.

Rafe decides he doesn’t want you to ride him and instead flips you so you’re on your back on the outdoor couch.

He’s back to his quick pace, ripping your clothes off quickly followed by his own until your both naked and exposed. He kisses you the whole time, doing all the things he knows that you love.

Your boyfriend climbs over you and lines up. “Ready?” He asks, making sure to ask that vital question, so he knew that this was consensual.

You nod, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck.

With that, he presses into you, giving you all of him. He groans and his name falls from your lips.

“N-none of that. We’re using ‘daddy’ remember.”

And with that he pulls out halfway before slicing back into you. He’s going slow but hard, trying to exercise his patience because he knows you like variety.

He buries himself in you again, giving everything he can to you, his thighs pressed against you.

His patience is weaning though and with each long stroke his pace increases just the slightest until it’s fast enough that every other though in your brain is gone.

Just rafe rafe rafe rafe rafe.

“Wanna say it now?” He asks from above you and you stay quiet because the fact that you have a daddy kink is still embarrassing.

And because you don’t answer he grabs one leg and drapes it over his shoulder, spreading your open and giving him a new angle to jackhammer.

It shocks you and the word flies from your mouth.

“Hell yeah.” He grunts into you, chasing his release and wanting you to find yours. A digit dips down and rubs furious circles on your clit.

You cry out repeatedly. Moaning “Daddy daddy daddy daddy” and it’s fueling him, giving him extra motivation.

His pace is only increasing, growing sloppy now that he’s close. His hair is falling in front of his eyes and he gasps into your neck.

“Oh I’m-“ he grunts but he doesn’t have to tell you because you’re already there.

What had actually been a half hour of sex felt like a lot less.

“Are you sure it doesn’t creep you out?” You ask, after you’ve finally caught your breath.

“Never. In fact you should do it way more often. Like in thirty minutes!”

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I know I've brought this up before, but how much of the fandom reception of the prequels do you think stemmed from the genre dissonance? That the prequels, genre-wise, are closer to high fantasy, while the OT is more an adventure/space western/underdog triumph story.

The prequels also have elements more reminiscent of a romantic period/court drama/Shakespearean tragedy, while if you consider the underdog angle of the OT, the OT also seems kinda similar to some of those inspirational movies about sports teams or something, or a shonen anime with the "Power of Friendship".

I'm just saying, these are rather disparate genres that tend to attract different demographics of people.

And not many people tend to be... great about understanding why they don't like something, much less putting it into words, or understanding that they can dislike something without that something being actually bad. (For example, instead of "I just don't really like [thing]," the usual statement is something along the lines of "[thing] absolutely sucks.")

So the usual response is trying to find (and gather) solidarity while putting down or being condescending towards any dissent, and trying to justify their own dislike. (*gestures vaguely towards pineapple on pizza*)

And historically, it's not uncommon for people to... react strongly towards things they find... different or abnormal, which they judge based on themselves, their emotional response to something, and what they're used to.

Looking at kids, this behavior is... fairly normal. "You're weird," "ew, why do you like that, that's gross," "that's stupid," and so on. A lot of kids/teens/young adults also get defensive really easily. And let's face it--adults are basically just older, taller kids who've had to deal with more of life.

(To be honest, I also get defensive really easily. A lot of people do, and it's... it's normal. The defensive reaction can be lashing out, denial, or just being passive-aggressive or staying silent and tuning it out or mentally rolling your eyes at it. But I'm trying to work on it, because just because it's normal doesn't mean it's a good reaction.)

So, what I'm wondering is whether some fans dislike the prequels simply because it's a different genre...

...but instead of realizing that, they try to defend and justify their dislike by pointing fingers and criticizing whatever stood out or looked different from the OT or cherry-picking details/taking things out of context or making negative conflations (that can be refuted).

Because it's not about logic, it's about how they feel. And people want to feel justified and validated, and we want to feel like we're right and we enjoy staying in our comfort zones. So... yeah. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

LOL, okay, this response is going to be really disjointed because I went off in like a dozen different tangents and even then it's not enough to cover everything, so just kind of read this in a Scattered Thoughts Nerd kind of tone, where I'm staring off into the distance because Navel Gazing Gets Me Going Sometimes. 😂 In my experience, it's sort of a mix. I don't hang around a lot of people who dislike the prequels (in the sense of dismissing them/not being fannish about them) because, well, that's the heart of my interest in Star Wars, so our areas of interest basically don't really overlap that much, so I don't have a chance to talk to a lot of people and find out their reasons or even how they dislike the prequels, in the bigger trends of fandom. I do think there's an element of what you're talking about, that sometimes people can't just dislike things because it's not their genre of choice, that's absolutely a part of it. Mostly because that's how a lot of people react to anything they don't like (and it's something I and literally everyone else has to work on), there has to be a reason for it that it's objectively bad and, like, I have experienced a lot of people getting mad because I like something in a different way than they do. And I don't mean just in Star Wars fandom, but in almost any given fandom--if someone likes something in a way someone else doesn't, if they talk loudly about it (even within their own space), then there's always a contingent of people who have to find a reason why that person is objectively wrong (or even try to make them morally wrong), rather than just shrugging and going, "We see things differently, my view on things doesn't overwrite theirs and their view on things doesn't overwrite mine." It gets more complicated in instances where fandom attitudes genuinely can be hurtful, especially when they're overlapping into the way real people are treated, likes/dislikes don't 100% exist in a bubble, especially when it comes to queer fans, fans of color, disabled fans, mentally ill fans, etc. But that there are a lot of instances where fandom culture has always been--and is increasingly so--contentious and it's hard to chill out when someone is always screaming at you, when the atmosphere of the fandom is always so intense. Further, there's also an element of how fandom has always been--and also is increasingly so--about personal resonance, personal emotional investment, interpretation, and meaning. That sometimes we identify with something so deeply that we feel attacked when someone else likes or dislikes something we feel so strongly about, something that we feel is a reflection of ourselves, and I see a lot of that as well. And this, too, often crosses over into lines of how the context of how we treat characters can be reflections of how we treat real world people, but that there's no monolith here as well. For example: I make fun of Anakin, this angers some people, because how dare I not take this fictional victim 100% seriously, despite that I have repeatedly said that Anakin is the character I most identify with, that things I make fun of him for are ones that I resonate with personally. I'm not disrespecting mentally ill people, especially considering that Anakin is not bound to a single interpretation on this front--he is not canonically mentally ill, no matter how easy it is for us in fandom to map much of that onto his character or, in my case, feel that so much of what I see in him are things I struggle with myself. By and large, the majority of the people I see (at least on tumblr) who make fun of Anakin are doing so within the same vein, that they're being silly about him on things that they personally relate to. (My experiences on this are not universal, I cannot speak for the whole of even any one part of fandom, only my own sphere of experience, but this is what I've seen.) As always, it's fine if someone doesn't vibe with my style or they find that it's not their thing because they do take him more seriously, but that preference does not make my jokes

suddenly not have the context that I relate a lot to what I see in Anakin. In contrast, the way some of the fandom treats Mace or Finn isn't just personal all the time. Not liking their characters isn't inherently racist, but the way they're consistently, consistently treated sure as hell speaks to a larger pattern of racism in fandom and doesn't come without that context. It's the same with Rey--is there a huge vein of misogyny when it comes to her character? Abso-fucking-lutely there is. Things Luke and Anakin get a pass on, Rey is raked over the coals for. Is everyone who dislikes Rey a misogynist? Not even close. Some don't like her because Finn was used as a prop for her story. Some people don't like her because she got sucked into Kylo Ren's story too much. Some just don't care for the way she was written for other reasons. Some just don't vibe with her. It's fine. Nothing is a monolith. And to circle this back around to what you're talking about--it's hard to judge, both because no part of fandom is a monolith in their reactions, but also because we're only hearing from a selection of the fans. How do you know how many people who aren't fans of the prequels, who just don't care for them because it's not their genre, but just go about their day? You don't hear from a lot of them because they moved on to things they do like, so it seems like they must not exist--except, they do, and they're just out there doing things they like more. We only hear from the people who feel the need to tell others they dislike the prequels for this reason or that reason, some valid, some less valid, etc. Ultimately, I do think there's probably a fair amount of genre dissonance for why people dislike the prequels and channel that into "they're objectively bad" and get defensive when people like them and say they were great, but only because that's true of anything anywhere. But that it's only one small slice of the bigger picture (and there's a lot of stuff that I had to eschew in the writing of this response as well because it can be a pretty sprawling topic), where there are tons of reasons and reactions that people have, as well as they're perfectly free to dislike the prequels for whatever reason they do or don't have, it doesn't really affect my opinions, unless they're trying to shove it in my face or are being a dick to those who disagree with them.