#kicks the hornets nest again

[lostlegendaerie]

I know this doesn't do much good in a society that loves stuff like Meyers-Briggs and astrology and Hogwarts houses, and I get it because I love sorting things too (especially when I'm eating fruit snacks) but

You can't draw accurate conclusions about people just by looking at the media (games, movies, music, etc.) they consume. It's just not possible. You cannot tell what parts of a movie resonate with someone just by seeing it on their Liked list on social media, and you cannot extrapolate things like their politics, social background, childhood trauma, race, or anything else from their Most Listened To on Spotify.

It's tempting, and usually fun, to look at a small aspect of someone and make an assumption about who they are. And yeah, feel free to avoid people whose interests don't align with yours. But please, please, don't get in the habit of slapping a hateful label on someone who listens to country music or doesn't wear make up or whatever TikTok is dunking on this week.

Social media is never the complete picture of a person's life. If we're going to remind the younger generations to be careful about predators and groomers, we should also advise them to be wary of applying those labels to anyone they don't understand.

[griddleharkbrainrot]

I love making polls of my otps vs. Spirk because 10,000 star trek fans will rise out of the grave and kick my ass then fall into a coma until the next poll rolls around

[lily-blue-blue-lily]

also rb and say if you agree with me on any of these!

(i am so sorry if any of your favourite songs are on here, this is just my opinion!)

(i might make another of these polls with my favourite songs so i dont seem too negative lol)

[acesammy]

Sam is more queercoded than dean bc almost all of sam’s love interests are deemed unacceptable and Sam is constantly mocked and shamed for it send tweet

[strunmah-mah]

DC should publish a Superboy: Lost Days maxi or something. About the years after Jon escaped the volcano and was still living on Earth-3. I wonder if actually getting to see him grow up would help dispel the idea that de-aging him is the only way to make him interesting.

[patrice-bergerons]

I am ... kind of watching the x-files but 10 eps into s1 I am low key struggling. It's a decent show to put on the background if I'm too brain dead to engage with anything and mostly want to scroll thru my phone, but otherwise I am just not compelled to keep watching. In contrast I just started RTD's years and years and oh boy am I compelled. And I don't know whether this is because:

I've lost my tolerance to deal with 24 ep seasons where little of import happens in one given episode, thanks to extended exposure to "we always had at most 6 eps per series" british shows

I've lost my tolerance to deal with USAmerican shows entirely

The x files is just not my wavelength?? 👀

[movietonight]

Tell me more about how owning a "cute but psycho" shirt and having seen black swan once is your entire personality

[aiqingdemeimiao]

i liked that new doctor who ep (much better than it's been in a LONG time) but it was hilariously neo-liberal in a way where you can tell the writers think they're being progressive. like why the fuck are you asking an alien it's preferred pronouns 😭😭😭😭 surely the vast majority of aliens must come from planets/worlds where gender either never existed or has been eradicated. gender isn't naturally occurring! it's an axis of oppression that only exists in patriarchal societies! why would aliens have it when animals don't?!?!?!

[lightyakami]

1, 2, 3, and 8! (fandom for 8 being.........star wars. star trek. either one you see fit)

what otps in your fandom do you just not get?

i don’t have anything against them & i understand the appeal on an intellectual level but beyond/naomi has really never clicked with me.

2. are there any popular fandom otps you only brotp?

ok an actual mildly spicy take: i don’t really vibe with mutually reciprocated remisa (outside of the musical version.) idk!! i like it better when it’s just rem being obsessive about her and misa for real & without feelings wanting her dead. i completely understand the appeal and all the elements are there but it doesn’t work for me. i am a monsterfucker at heart but these specific monsters aren’t my jam

3. are there any fandoms that don’t appeal to you?

shameless lmao. i don’t know if that fandom is really active anymore but oh boy. i personally had nothing but positive interactions & there are lots of people i had very warm feelings towards but that whole fandom was always like being one room away from a grease fire. also the show is now Horrible which obviously does not help

8. i have never had any interaction with either the star trek or star wars fandom so i cannot answer this, sorry! i’m not really a big star trek/wars person, i’ve hardly watched any of either

[devotion-between-the-wheat]

Happy Valentines day! Please take these asks for some extra butterflies (couldn't decide on one f/o so you get one for each 💕)

💌 for Julian, 🎂 for Morpheus and 💘 for Roche

thanks for the ask ky✨ and I hope you're having a great valentine's day 💕

💌Does your f/o sometimes writes you love letters or leaves cute little messages for you? What´s about you?

when we've gotta be apart some days, julian loves leaving notes when he can, scattered so I'll find them throughout the day. sometimes it's reminders and encouragement, other times it's straight up love notes. I try to do the same, but mostly I aim to leave notes at his desk, often for when he's burning the midnight oil, and often it's mix of affection and reminders to take breaks and come to bed.

🎂Who´s more likely to bake a cake for the other one´s birthday? Also, who´s more skilled when it comes to this? 

genuinely I don't think he even knows when his birthday happens bc I figure that's hard to quantify at this point, and I don't know if he even pays attention. but in this situation, I think he'd end up picking some point in the spring, but headcanons aside:

as much as I do enjoy baking, I don't really do it for his birthday. he likes being a tester for recipes I'm trying out, but mortal food continues to be an iffy want. I end up usually dedicating the day to a general mission of let me take care of you, tell me what you want, something he struggles to do, even if he enjoys the end result.

and for him, he's realized I like be able to test out recipes with ingredients I can't always get or afford, so he goes all out on my birthday. and to officially answer the original question, I'm better at the baking itself, whereas he's fantastic at decorating.

���Do you remember the exact moment you fell in love with them? Tell us about it.

it was the first time he took me out on a ride past the city limits, to see stars that weren't blotted out by the city light.

before I knew it I got distracted by telling him about the constellations, the stories they told, but at one point I turned my eyes from the heavens, to look him.

but his eyes weren't on the stars, and he looked at me with such fondness and tenderness. it was surprising, and equal parts beautiful and terrifying in a way, the growing realization and his affection. but ultimately, the realization grew to be a good one too.

[vulpinesaint]

see it's like. yeah i hit that hornet's nest with a baseball bat. but by god if it wasn't a hornet's nest worth hitting

[aparticularbandit]

You ever have a moment where you consider posting a headcanon and realize that's maybe the equivalent of kicking a hornet's nest so you don't?

Yeah, just going to acknowledge that and. not.

[shrike-dyke]

lot of people on here think they're very subversive and revolutionary for reading the same kind of fanfic as helen joyce

[dalek-thal]

Fuck it, diving back in because the absolute shit I've read today about Corrine Busche moving on from Bioware. The Internet discourse on this game has been polluted by actual fucking nazis (read: white supremacists who seem to think that non-white, non-straight and especially people of the Jewish faith are subhuman), and what is truly astounding to me is how moderators of communities like the Dragon Age and Gaming subreddits have just let it happen. Worst still that the average gamer is now just quoting the Nazis, and agreeing with them because they outright refuse to engage with the game (please see the above posts by @ravioliage for evidence of this).

I'm so sick of this shit, my God. The Internet has become a damn hellhole, and God knows even as a cis white dude I feel fucking unsafe in most of it. Can only imagine what it's like for people who haven't been born into extreme privilege like myself, because I get harassed for existing far far less than anyone who wasn't lucky enough to be born male and white.

Being on dragon age side of Tumblr is seeing a post of "BioWare stop treating me like a child and over explaining things to me" and right below that is a post with the biggest reading comprehension failure you've seen in your entire LIFE

Welcome back.

[euthymiya]

“What’s got you so grumpy?”

Sukuna dodges your finger. It fails to meet its destination of his cheek as he tilts his head to the side, earning a frown from you before you huff and try again.

He looks up from his phone with an irritated glance when your fingertip digs into his face.

“What are you talking about?” He grunts.

He knows exactly what you’re talking about. Normal Sukuna is irritable enough—grumpy Sukuna is about as bad tempered as a hornet who’s had its nest kicked. (Which is to say: he’s pretty fucking unfriendly at the moment.)

“You’re sulking,” you point out—and that statement earns a sharp glare from him as you seat yourself on his lap. (Still, he makes room easily for you, leaning back on the couch and putting his phone down to the side so his hands can rest on your hips. Grumpy Sukuna is never grumpy enough to push your body away—if anything, it’s the one way to get him less agitated).

“I’m not fucking sulking,” he says. It’s almost petulant, but you have enough grace to spare his dignity and not point it out. “I don’t sulk.”

“Are you sure?” You raise a disbelieving brow—he clicks his teeth at the way you choose to question him, but it softens considerably when your lips peck his jaw delicately. “You look pretty sulky to me.”

“Get your eyes checked.”

“Can’t. Then I might see you for all your ugliness. We wouldn’t want to throw years down the drain once I come to my senses do we?”

It’s his turn to raise a brow, sarcastically snorting as you give him a cheeky wink. “If you wanna try ‘n be a smart ass, at least be realistic about it. Saw you checking me out just this morning through the mirror.”

“Maybe you need your eyes checked,” you huff, “I was not checking you out.”

“Pretty sure you were,” he smirks, lips pulling into a haughty grin. Getting under your skin with his smugness is about the only way to cheer him up, it seems, because he looks rather pleased when he adds, “it’s okay. Don’t blame ya for bein’ possessed by my impressive physique.”

“Too bad your personality isn’t as dazzling,” you quip back easily.

It’s meant to be lighthearted, of course—but it seems to be the wrong thing to say. Quite wrong, in fact, because as soon as the words escape you, he tenses before locking his jaw.

There’s a flash of something in his eyes. Something you don’t think you’ve ever seen in Sukuna’s face—doubt. It’s a little odd, in all realness. Sukuna is not a doubtful person. He’s confident, and he’s confident enough that it’s almost to a fault. He’s cocky and smug and sometimes a little too self-assured for it to be considered good for his health.

It’s a bit unsettling to see his face almost fall at something you say, especially when you just say it for the sake of light banter.

“Yeah?” He chuckles dryly. It sounds dangerously self-deprecating—enough that it makes you frown. “Good thing I have my abs to keep you glued to my side then, huh?”

“Well, it’s not just your abs,” you hum, one hand smoothing over his shirt to feel the ridges of his muscles through the shirt. “Your boobs are pretty great, too.”

To prove your point, you give his left pectoral a gentle squeeze. He scowls before shoving your hand away as blush creeps along the back of his neck.

“You fucking freak,” he mutters.

Something is bothering him. You know you can’t directly ask it out of him, otherwise he’ll deny it left and right, but something is bothering him. Sukuna is not good with words or emotions. In fact, he’s pretty awful at anything that has to do with anyone’s feelings. (He’s better about yours more than other’s, but he’s pretty far from good.)

You don’t mind. There’s something oddly charming about witnessing the way he navigates softening up for you—it’s like watching a baby take their first steps. Wobbly. Slow. Unsure. Pretty badly executed, but endearingly rewarding all at the same.

Except, this time, it’s not your emotions he’s navigating. For some reason, yours are easy than his own. Navigating yours means he doesn’t have to try. He knows you better than he knows himself. Knows when your feelings are hurt by the twitch of your brows alone. Knows you’re sad by the dimness in your eyes. Knows you’re pretending joy when your laugh is quieter than usual. Knows you’re faking it when your smile is a much more tight lipped and a less bright version.

But his own feelings are complicated. A lot more than he cares to try and understand them for. In true Sukuna fashion, he always aims to ignore his problems until they seemingly disappear.

But you’re too difficult to let that slide. He brushes things under the rug, and you pull the rug from under his feet and make him fall face first into his problems.

“Hey,” you nudge him, cupping his face with your hand gently, “what’s gotten into you? It’s weird when you’re not pissing me off a couple of times every hour.”

“And that’s supposed to be a good thing?” He challenges, like your words seem to tick him off more, “what are you sittin’ here for if I’m always pissing you off?”

Oh, you think. So that’s what it is.

You smile, humming before you gently tilt his face up. Something vulnerable is attached to that frown of his. Like he’s waiting for your answer because he needs something to hold onto. Some metaphorical lifeline where your feelings are attached to his own, just to keep you chained together. Where you’re always somewhere that he also is. Where he doesn’t have to care about his emotions because what you feel is what he feels, too, and as long as you’re okay, so is he.

But you care. You seem to care a pretty great deal because you lean in and brush your nose against his as you kiss his lips softly.

“Who cares if you piss me off?” You snort, “I piss you off better. I’m pretty good at it.”

“You are,” he agrees instantly.

You give him a fleeting huff against his mouth as you mumble, “you don’t have to agree so fast.”

It pulls a small laugh from him, making his arms snake around your waist and tug your body closer. Chest to chest, heartbeat thumping in two, synchronized rhythms.

“What happens when I’m all old and expiring and my abs are gone?” He raises a brow. You hum, stroking a thumb along his cheek as you smile and admire him.

“We’ll still be pissing each other off, I bet.”

“That’s supposed to be good?” He repeats, this time much more unsure. Anyone else could hardly catch the air of hesitance in his words, but you catch it instantly.

“Why not?” You shrug, “it always worked for us, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he scoffs, “that’s until it doesn’t.” He spits the words out, not meeting your eyes. It’s like they taste acrid is mouth and he can’t bring himself swallow them down.

You don’t say anything. Instead, you lean in and just press a line of kisses from his chin to the corner of his lips, purposely dodging his mouth and littering small, delicate pecks along his cheek. And then his forehead. And then the bridge of his nose.

Never his lips, though. And he gets increasingly frustrated by it.

“What are you waiting for?” He grumbles, eyeing you with a look that screams: quit fucking around.

You fight back an amused smile. “Does it piss you off?”

“Course it does. Kiss me properly or back off my face—”

“Cause you love me right?” You ask cheekily. He pauses, thinking on it for a moment before slumping wearily.

“And if I do?”

“You piss me off too. Because I love you too,” you whisper, forehead against his as your hands cradle his cheeks. Because you do.

When he texts late, and makes your blood boil, it’s only because you love him. When he’s brutally honest and doesn’t say what you want to hear, you’re only mad because you care what he thinks so much. When he’s stubborn and refuses to meet you halfway, you’re only angry because there’s no one else you’d rather cross the bridge with than him.

He pisses you off. You care enough to be pissed because it’s him. And when you piss him off too, he cares enough to deal with it because it’s you.

It’s a funny, twisted little way to love and be loved, but it works. For some odd reason, it does. It’s a seamless, smooth, crackless road.

You don’t ever fix something that’s not broken.

“That doesn’t make sense,” he sighs, resigning himself to your weird, roundabout explanation. You laugh, pinching his cheek as you grin brightly.

“That’s because you’re a bit dim.”

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes, “okay. Anything else?”

“Yeah, actually. I love you.”

He pauses. Swallows for a moment before his arms tighten their grip on your hips just a smidge before burying his face into your neck and mumbling, “me too. Love you so much, it pisses me off.”

“I like to get under your skin like that,” you stroke his hair, beaming as you add, “guess you’ll just have to deal with it.”

His lips stretch into a small grin before a low, rumbling chuckle breathes itself against your skin. “Guess so.”

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a/n: insecure modern! au sukuna who doesn’t admit it and refuses to acknowledge that he’s aware he’s difficult to love and can’t understand why you love him but he also doesn’t want to question it for fear of scaring you away is very near and dear to me and i’ll be talking about it from my grave still. you’ll just hear my ghostly voice spooking you through the night talking about how he’s a softie deep down under all the layers. like an ogre okay? ogres have LAYERS.

[devotion-between-the-wheat]

huh, for the first time in a while, I've got r♡che on the mind.