#like it wasn't anything offensive just a dumb joke

[the-tenth-arcanum]

someone messaged me on my side blog asking me to delete a gifset of theirs I reblogged because I added a comment and they don't want people to add anything to their posts.??? is this a new trend I'm not aware of

[redeyye]

never going to forget the time i made a mildly stupid joke in a tumblr reply & the op reposted it and then someone in the notes was like "that person is 18 so don't be too mean to them guys" HUH? that's so unbelievably condescending. sometimes people say stupid shit how was it relevant that i was 18. and they were like early 20's too iirc ??

[dez78]

I need you, darling

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Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3

Relationship: Spawn Astarion x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Blood (18+)

Additional Tags: Astarion being angry with you, Scared Astarion, Romanced Astarion, Boi is worried sick about you.

Summary: A battle goes to shit and Astarion is the first to notice.

(Not my gif)

As you were trekking the wilds with your companions, you stopped because something lurked ahead.

"Be careful, soldier." Karlach warned you. Your eyes were careful, tracing every shape in front you.

"Astarion, you smell anything?" Gale joked with a smirk, Astarion scoffed at him, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I'm not some type of blood hound!" He said offensively as he turned his nose up. Gale smirked as he waited patiently.

"The blood is average, so it's probably humans. Likely bandits or traders." Astarion replied after a silence.

You treaded carefully, watching the trees with your peripheral vision. Your companions at your back, watching every direction, weapons drawn.

Just then you heard the buzz of an arrow as it whizzed past your head, clipping your hair.

"Archers!" Gale cried, you and your companions took cover then.

"Bandits." Astarion scoffed.

You used your tactics to take out the archer, using your own crossbow. You pierced his throat with a bolt.

"Nice shot, soldier!" You heard Karlach complimenting you. You smirked cocky as you bolted out, a bandit surprised you and took a slash at you.

Your quick reflexes responded, you snapped your hips, the blade missing your most vital organs or so you thought. You were quick to cut his throat. He bled out, falling to the ground, grasping his throat.

Your companions charged out then, Astarion used his dual daggers to slice through the enemy, Karlach used her axe to crush her enemies, and Gale stood back blasting fire.

You used a dagger for the last bandit, throwing with precision and ending his life by getting him in the eye. You smiled victoriously.

Then you winced suddenly, you looked up just as Astarion turned around. The wind had shifted, and he picked up a sweet scent. Karlach and Gale approached.

You stumbled as you looked back down, despite being covered in bandit blood and the men on the ground, bleeding on the forest floor. Astarion knew your scent.

You looked down, your tunic starting to soak as fresh blood gushed from an open wound. You thought the blade missed, but it was apparent that in fact did not.

"Y/N!" Astarion rushed over to you.

"Oh shit, you're bleeding, soldier." Karlach noticed a few moments after Astarion.

"We need to get to camp." Gale suggested.

"I'm fine." You muttered, Astarion wasn't having it.

"You've done one dumb thing today already." He snarled as he picked you up. He carried you back to the camp. Gale and Karlach hot on his heels.

You faded in and out of consciousness, all you saw was Astarion. His face was washed with panic, dread, and concern.

"~Stay with me, my love.~" His voice sounded so far, yet he was right above you. Before it went black you heard the fear in Astarion's voice as he spoke,

"~Don't leave me. I need you, darling.~"

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When you came to, you were at camp.

"She's awake!" Gale cried; the companions rushed over to you. Astarion hadn't left your side.

"What happened?" You asked groggily as you sat up, rubbing your throbbing head.

"You stupid, girl!" Astarion suddenly snapped at you, your heart twinged as you looked up with sorrowful eyes.

"You could have died, you idiot!" He was livid as he fumed. You winced from his raised voice, looking like a kicked puppy.

Astarion relaxed and took a deep breath,

"I'm sorry. I was just worried sick about you, I-" He pursed his lips, you looked at him, still hurt.

"I thought I lost you." He breathed out in a shallow breath. He bowed his head, on the verge of tears.

"Everything we been through, and I thought that was the last of you. As soon as I smelled your blood, I was full of dread, fearing the worst." Astarion explained. He took your hands in his.

"That was a stupid thing to do, but you're not stupid or an idiot. I just couldn't imagine the pain if I had lost you. I-" Astarion explained, he stopped again.

"I care about."

"I love you."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, he had never said those words before without it being some kind of joke. You looked into his eyes and saw the concern and sincerity. He meant it. He loves you.

"Please, for the love of the gods. Please, be more careful next time. I don't think my fragile heart can take that kind of pain again." Astarion pleaded with you, his eyes were genuine, and his voice was shaky. You nodded your head slowly as a smile crossed your lips.

"That's a good girl, darling." Astarion said softly as he leaned in and captured your lips in a tender kiss.

[ihfmseatsoch]

Big bro Daisuke……

big bro daisuke....... 🤭 i dont think this was even a request but i threw together a fic anyway -3-

warning: incest, suggestive

word count: 1.5k

fem!reader

(yes the fact that youre both playing smash bros is a sneaky little joke. because. um. youre smashing your bro. 😁 okay now clap and double over in laughter for me)

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Daisuke acts more like an annoying little brother, rather than the eldest.

Of course, that didn't hinder your relationship with him. In fact, being able to be immature and dumb with him brought you closer together. Whether it be attempting (and failing) a kickflip competition that got him sent to the ER for a broken arm, or baking brownies with a concerning lack of the required ingredients as quietly as you could at 2:00 AM, you were attached at the hip.

Sometimes quite literally, when you'd lay beside eachother on his bed, playing Super Smash Bros on your original Wii that shockingly hasn't killed itself from old age.

Daisuke snickered to himself as he glanced over at you, his hand clenched around the remote. He was sitting upright in his bed, a pillow propped up against his back. On the screen, his Kirby proceeded to kick your Peach’s ass.

"No fuckin' fair, Dai," You whine childishly, "You never even give me a pity win." You watch yourself die in-game for the fifth time. It wasn't his fault he was incredibly lucky at games of all kinds; video, board, whatever it may be. It pissed you off to no end sometimes.

Daisuke laughed obnoxiously, a self-satisfied smile on his face. He was gloating over your losses, as per usual. "Pity win?" he teased, "Maybe I would give you wins if you were actually, y'know, good at this."

"You cheat." You accuse him, as many other have time and time again. It was ridiculous how he won EVERYTHING. "You're a cheater and a liar and a fiend."

He let out an exaggerated gasp, feigning offense. He made a show of placing a hand over his chest. "I never cheat!" he lied through his teeth, "I just happen to be the most natural, talented gaming prodigy... ever."

"Whatever." You nudge your leg against his, roughly. You cross your arms and throw your own controller across the bed, turning your head away for even more dramatic effect. "You don't love me enough to let your sweet, cute, and exceptionally beautiful little sister win. For shame, Dai."

Daisuke chuckled at your display. He leaned in, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you into a tight embrace. "Awww, come on, you know I love 'ya." He giggled, ruffling your hair. "But sorry, not sorry. No easy wins for you. I gotta keep my winning streak going, y'know?"

You squirm in his grasp, kicking your legs and trying to shove him off, but he's surprisingly strong, given his lanky figure. "Nooo, cheaters don't get hugs!" You grunt and struggle to worm away, although you're not exactly putting much genuine effort into it. You secretly don't want him to let go at all.

Your complaints only cause him to squeeze you tighter, trapping you against his chest, restraining your flailing limbs and preventing your escape. He snickered at your fruitless attempts. "Sounds like someone's just a sore looosseerrr." Daisuke taunted.

He tried to ignore the way your ass keeps pressing against his crotch, grinding and writhing... on his life he tried, but he's only a man. A young one, at that, so he doesn't exactly possess the willpower to contain himself. "You're so mean. Just plain cruel." You pout, finally giving up as your body goes lax in his arms.

Daisuke tries to focus on anything but the way your body feels against his. It's hard to ignore, when he can feel his pants start to get just a teensy bit tighter. He tries to play it off cool, pretending like he doesn't feel it at all. "I'm just taking my role as the big brother seriously. Gotta show you who's in charge." he shifted a little, subtly moving you to a more... comfortable position. Away from his boner, which he popped embarrassingly quick. Damned hormones, always ruining his life.

The new position doesn't exactly help him, because you still feel something hard bump into your backside, and you curiously feel around for whatever it was. "Dude, I think the remote is literally under my ass right now." You comment, inconspicuously. Daisuke wants to melt, evaporate, rain down from the clouds, and evaporate again.

"N-No, it's just, uhhh- umm–" He failed miserably to come up with a decent lie, a deep blush rapidly spreading across his face. How does one get themselves out of a situation like this? Then again, not many brothers get hard from their own sister. Right? He doesn't want to dwell on the thought.

How does one get themselves out of a situation like this? Then again, not many brothers get hard from their own sister. Right? He doesn't want to dwell on the thought. Daisuke tenses when your hand finds it's way to his dick, and he mentally scolds himself for not wearing boxers under his sweatpants, but he didn't exactly think this would happen today.

You immediately notice it's unusual texture, shape, and size–

You whip your head around, and stop dead in your tracks at what you see.

Then, you promptly shriek and back away from your brother. And his hard-on.

All the blood left his face. He was horrified. Absolutely mortified. "W– Wait! Listen, I can explain–!" he frantically tried to fix this situation, his voice cracking a bit more than normal.

"Ewww, how did that even happen?" You cover your face so you don't have to make eye contact with the tent in his pants any longer. Although, you can't deny the hint of... morbid curiosity you feel. From what you felt, it wasn't small, but not too big, either. Maybe slightly above average. Jesus, you just grabbed your brother's cock on accident, and now you're mentally calculating it's exact width and circumference. What the fuck.

Daisuke's face was burning, humiliation settling over his entire being. "I-I don't know, it just happens sometimes! I can't control it, I swear!" He groaned, desperately tried to defend himself, although he could barely speak coherently. He was internally screaming how he's the worst brother, just the worst. He'd never live this down, even in death.

Suddenly, it all clicks together in your mind.

"Oh my god," You mouth gapes as you move your hands away from your face, "Was it because of me?"

What a detective you are.

"N-no! No! Absolutely not!" He exclaims, furiously shaking his head. He's a horrible liar. A very horrible liar. And he knew it. There was no point trying to deny it. He'd already dug his own grave.

You roll your eyes, unconvinced.

"Uh huh, okay." Seeing him so red and ashamed makes you feel a bit of pity towards him. He's barely out of his teens, of course he's not gonna be able to control the random increase in blood flow to his dick. With a sigh, you scoot back towards him, granting your brother some mercy. "Look, hey, it's fine. I'm not, like, never going to speak to you again."

Daisuke looked up at you with such a guilty and pitiful expression. He was silently praying and begging you to just, forget this whole experience happened. He looked just like a sad, kicked puppy. He sheepishly spoke up, his voice timid and quiet. "So... you're not... mad at me? Or grossed out?"

"Ehh... maybe a little grossed out. But no, I'm not mad." You shrug. To be honest, you're barely grossed out anymore. Maybe it's your own hormones talking, but you can't help but find yourself... intrigued. Like you want to question why exactly his body reacted the way it did. Was he into you? Boys don't get hard from girls they don't like.

And it's not like you haven't thought he's attractive once or twice. Or fifty times.

"O– Okay, a little grossed out is better than completely grossed out..." He murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. Noticing the look on your face, like you're deep in thought, he spoke up, still looking incredibly bashful. "Why... why are you looking at me like that?"

"...I could help you out." The words leave your mouth before you can think twice. You just pray you're not making this moment even worse. "If you wanted me to."

Your offer was like a complete surprise slap to the face. Daisuke looked like his brain has just short circuited and exploded. He blinked, dumbfounded. Had he heard you right? He looked flustered, and confused. All he could mutter out was, "W-what— what do you mean?"

"I mean... must be annoying to just... get hard out of nowhere, yeah? I'm just saying that... whenever it happens, you could maybe come to me, and..." You grow frustrated trying to explain yourself in a way that sounds PG-13. "Look, I'm just trying to be an ever so thoughtful and considerate sister, here."

Daisuke's mind was in a state of near paralysis. He was trying to process what you were suggesting to him, the most embarrassing, yet tempting idea that ever entered his mind. After a while of fumbling, he was finally able to meekly utter, "S-So... you're saying, I can ask you... y'know... to help me out? Whenever?"

It was absurd, the idea of doing things like that with his blood relative. Yet the thoughts racing through his dirty mind only served to make the tent in his pants that he's been trying so hard to conceal grow more uncomfortable.

"Yeah. Whenever." You lean in, gently moving his hands aside so you can get a good look at his... problem, a bead of precum already dampening the fabric.

"Including right now, if you're down."

[mcflymemes]

CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the television show, season 1

we look at each case objectively, without presupposition.

i'm sorry. what are you saying?

it didn't have to be that way.

people make assumptions. that's the problem.

there were bodies.

you know, i'm not even gonna ask.

i want to be just like you.

how dumb are we?

i think we'd better head over to the police station.

that's a cop-out.

i'm not good with kids.

if that's your stance, how could it have been prevented?

they should have protected me.

where are you going?

i mean that as a friend.

i think you scared him. all his hairs are standing up.

fine suit.

get your finger out of my face.

you're kidding me, right?

hey, i'm just doing my job.

blood's like my grandfather. never lies.

oh. i barely heard you.

i can't answer that question.

i didn't know this was a competition.

that's a career killer.

i have no idea how it got there.

by law, you've got to disclose everything.

pin me up against a wall and lay one on me like you mean it.

you assholes.

if it involves the protection of my child, i fight to the death.

hey, give me a little credit.

look, forget the formalities.

what's that smell?

you can joke all you want. it's your ass on the line.

i didn't say i couldn't do it.

did i just do that?

normal would be nice.

my spider sense says it wasn't.

you didn't even hesitate.

half of them couldn't find their own ass with a map.

i love my work.

so who's winning?

do yourself a favor. think for yourself.

maybe i saw you perform.

i would never doubt your word.

keep thinking. that's what you're good at.

i never screw up one of my cases with personal stuff.

these things will only confuse you.

concentrate on what cannot lie.

whose blood is that?

somebody left a message. i need to see the rest of it.

you would've remembered.

i need to see their shoes.

we restore peace of mind.

you can pick up your gun tomorrow.

now tell me, why are we here?

it's our job to know how.

is there anything in there with alcohol?

if you stay with it, my hand to god, you will never regret it.

what do you think?

how about a gun?

stop flirting with me.

what an imagination you have.

actually, it's just an audio book.

are my observations distracting you?

i come here for calamari.

that's why i took this job.

what's the status?

high altitude enhances the entire sexual experience.

like i said, it's all about results. if you don't get them, i will.

you're right, you know.

would you mind taking off your jacket and rolling up your sleeve?

you can do that?

that's what's so sad. you see this as a career.

i saw some bruises.

it's not going to be easy.

would you hand me a swab please?

there's no smoking in here.

well, that's good news.

no offense, but i don't think i want to eat anything that's been in this office.

someone chased this kid to death.

i just thought it'd be something different.

what makes you think you belong here?

you're avoiding the question.

one life imposed itself on another.

you want to sleep with me?

it'll be back to normal in 24 hours.

how would the night end?

that is correct... according to this book.

i have a crime scene to process, so you'll have to excuse me.

i might have to do some field research to find out.

good thing i have a healthy ego.

i'm gonna go out on a limb here and say they're hiding something.

how do you talk to a dead body?

i should be just like you.

sometimes i have a beer with it.

how do you figure?

got anything for me?

so you slept through the whole thing and woke up next to a dead body.

we don't impose our will. we don't impose our hopes on the evidence.

what's the matter with your guys?

do you think we're dressed for a wedding?

i wish i had been married to you.

i hardly know that woman.

look, could we have a truce?

[coffee-writesthings]

Merc Headcanons: Escape room edition

I've had these hc's in my head for a hot minute and thought I would share since I finally got around to transcribing them

Offense

Soldier - would not be all that good. Would try to brute force locks and can understand a lot of basic hints but struggles with the more elaborate stuff.

Pyro would be great at anything that requires seeing through something or other visual distortions (i know they canonically can't read but I'm ignoring that)

Scout - If it were just offense doing a room together he'd be pulling the major weight. If not and it's just the whole of red or blu, he's chill, making jokes and pointing out the things that should be obvious

Defense

Demo - He's more sober than usual for this, since escape rooms generally aren't his strong suit. He probably would help Soldier with what he struggles with and is a generalized support for the rest of the team (emotionally speaking at least)

Heavy - Logic puzzles are his jam aside from struggles with language barriers. Keeps others focused on the actual objectives though

Engineer - Frankly i think he'd be kinda useless. Those 11 PHD's are good for a lot, sure, but a lot of escape rooms work on the assumption that you haven't got that high of a knowledge base. He'd try his best to keep track of the clues (maybe writing them down). Though he would also be the most likely to get sucked into a red herring imo (because i think he would think too much about it, yknow?)

Support

Sniper - Being taller than most of the team means he can reach clues put high up, as well as other hidden items. He can also read which helps a lot considering half of them can't read canonically

Medic - Fucking fascinated with the clues. He comes to a lot of conclusions which are largely wrong. maybe he also gets a bit too engrossed in the red herrings. Like I think if he and engineer are in a room together their intelligence levels cancel out entirely and they become functionally dumb as fuck.

Spy - wasn't sure he even wanted to go but his team had to drag him out of the base. Eventually he'd find himself more into the experience. He finds the most fun in it, arguably. It also fits as a nice bit of bonding time with Scout

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

Got quite bugged by the lack of a more nuanced take on Astarion intelligence. This ended up quite long so I'm putting it under line

Won't get medical into the "less wrinkled brain" narrative comment, which can be offensive, I've seen some complain about it, I don’t have the medical expertise and it's not necessary because, while maybe not an excuse, it was used figuratively. Astarion is not the smartest person in the room but also not the dumbest, which makes sense and I'll get to that in a moment. I've seen the jokes though, and there is a big difference between being less wrinkled and having the brain as smooth as a chicken breast. I have not laughed.

About the stats, I think it reflects his current state but not the limits of his intellectual capacities. If anyone more knowledgeable in dnd inner workings can correct me in this, feel free to do so.

What I can say is that intelligence is the ability to solve complex problems, to learn and adapt and make better decisions, and there is nothing to suggest Astarion doesn't possess this ability, quite the contrary, he learns and adapts relatively fast when allowed to do so. The brain is like a muscle that needs to be trained, and unfortunately, he couldn't do that much in the last 200 years. Trauma also messes with the brain and many of its abilities. It can physically change the brain and the mechanisms used for learning and survival [x]. Not to dig into details as it's beside the point here but "trauma significantly impacts our ability to learn, to form memories, to regulate emotions, it can affect our ability to be calm, to learn, to think, to reflect and to respond flexibly and in a planned way" [x]. It should be no surprise that Astarion has difficulties in doing a number of these, if not all.

Before jumping at me like I'm trying to use the trauma in defense of his intelligence, I am not saying he was some brilliant mind before. He was probably a bit above average, with a privileged access to higher education. We can't know anything for sure because we were never given anything on the magistrate elf (not to assess intelligence anyway), but whatever his starting point was, it got affected under Cazador. We only have the current Astarion and some observations during our game travels.

So, while I don't think he was ever the brightest, he is far from being dumb. The lower intelligence stats in the game make perfect sense for someone like him, as he is now. He was killed as a young adult, he was controlled body and mind for 2 centuries, stuck following orders, and in survival mode. He didn't get, and wasn't allowed to think for himself, to grow, to learn, to develop his skills to their potential! Including thinking skills! Moreover, he was told and made to feel incapable, worthless. Cazador likes to remind that quite often. Of course he isn't adept at thinking things through, making complex plans, figure out things that would be more obvious to others, and so on... like when it comes to relationship experience, because he didn't had to think or do anything more complex than seduce someone for a night and carry them to Cazador, for a very very long time. The routine and ingrained mindset, the "chains" so strong, he kept doing them out of inertia for a while even after the tadpole-gained-freedom. It took him a while to even realize he can just stop doing it now, like slowly waking up and regaining senses, and control over his body. It's great writing there, sensitive, thoughtful, realistic writing. It would be quite weird if he knew any better, and that would have to reflect into higher stats. And I would like to point out that he learns and adjusts himself from now on with increasing pace, going hand in hand with recovery. (Going into how this affects Ascended Astarion who, I argue, rejects recovery, would be interesting but maybe another time).

On the other hand, the skills that helped him do what Cazador asked for, are very very honed. I still remember his lines, not being able to even put a name on another type of relationship "You are not a victim, not a target, not another night it's better to forget. But then...what in the world could you be?" (Might be paraphrasing a bit but the point stands). It's not for lack of intelligence that he fails to do that, and it's not for lack of intelligence that he fails to do many other things.

Basically, I am saying is that he was never the smartest, but he is not dumb, he was made a bit dumber/ kept for a long time, by trauma and circumstance, from getting smarter, kept from reaching whatever his potential was, and that if allowed to regain his freedom and recover, he still has the ability to reach whatever his potential is. Things we can witness him doing, gradually. And that his stats or the comments on his intelligence in the game reflect his current situation and not his limits.

[mugeesworld]

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tell me the pittsburgh steelers drama pls

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ok so basically our like franchise quarterback had been BR7 (big Ben - i can't spell his last name tbh) for so long but when he retired (after a shit last 2 seasons arguably more but no one wants to talk about that) we had to get a new qb so we used our number 1 draft pick on kenny pickett instead of oh idk drafting centers or guards to fix our shit offensive line but whatever. so we got kenny and everyone was excited and he started in the 3 preseason games and everything looked good etc etc except when he started during the season he quite frankly was kind of ass it was hard to watch. so when he got hit and was on concussion protocol and couldn't play, mitch trubisky (backup qb) started and look he also did pretty bad. so when kenny was able to come back he started again but still wasn't like anything big like we were still losing and then skipping ahead a little he got an elbow injury that was going to need surgery so he was going to be out and mitch came back in. the thing about mitch is i actually don't know his story im pretty sure he was the old backup for the bears maybe idk but anyway he was starting games and he was playing so so bad like oh my god . bad . so tomlin basically benched trubisky in favor of starting mason rudolph and the thing about rudolph is that he'd been backup under ben but Ben was kind of an asshole and didn't like give rudolph any guidance at all and when ben was hurt and rudolph had to play he wasn't very good and everyone hated him this is very important. so now rudolph was starting and everyone was expecting him to do horribly and basically saying our season is over but he actually did very well and we won the game and everyone was like holy shit and then we won the next game too and everyone was like rudolph is better than pickett and trubisky and tomlin just hates him bc it's rumored that rudolph is a trumper (idk if this is true) (tomlin is black and white steelers fans are racist idiots that want him fired even tho he's one of the best coaches in the league (17 seasons straight with no losing season lfg), that's all you really need to know) and that's why he's never started etc etc which is really dumb bc . it's not that he didn't start bc tomlin hated him, he didn't start bc last season he was ass u all called him ass whenever he played remember when you boo'd whenever he took the field and were actively wanting him to fail or did we all conveniently forget that but whatever what do i know. so because rudolph is doing so well and kenny is literally coming off of surgery, it was decided that against the ravens this week (today, the game we need to win for better playoff chances) rudolph would start kenny would be backup 1 and trubisky would be backup 2! someone in the media came out with information from an inside "source" that said kenny was mad about not starting and refused to suit up to be number 2 and it was a whole thing that blew up (mark maddon when i catch u when i catch u mark maddon) and it caused a lot of fans to start calling him princess kenny and basically call him selfish and conceited and stuff. so while talking to the press kenny basically addressed those rumors (which he'd already technically and indirectly disproven in earlier interviews but whatever) and said they weren't true he never refused he's following the advice of the coaches and health staff hes going to suit up as backup in the game etc etc. and then a picture of kenny mason and mitch came out where they were all laughing and smiling and joking around and yeah that's it it's kind of awesome to me

[saving-ray-23]

BATGIRL (TWELVE)

For the past two months, she had been patrolling. Helping. Stopping crime. Protecting the people of Somerset. After that first night, she felt like she couldn't stop. It was addicting. Even with Batman and Robin— they were only two people. They couldn't stop everything as it happened and they couldn't protect all of Gotham at once. So, while they took down the big guys like the Joker and Scarecrow, she watched the little guys. Petty crimes, attempts at rape, alleyway shootings. For years, she been learning Karate and practicing self-defense. It felt good to finally put it all to use.

The one thing she could do without was the nickname they gave her.

It was embarrassing to say the least. And she wasn't even working with Batman. She didn't think Batman knew she existed until Robin cornered her one night.

Barbara hung off the fire escape, looking down below. She was a few blocks from Crime Alley, an old-fashioned walkie-talkie in hand. It had been way too easy to access the GCPD's frequency and from there it just took some reprogramming to transmit it to the radio. She knew nearly all of the codes already; all of her sick-days as a kid were spent at the GCPD, with nothing but handbooks and open cases to look at.

Despite the high rate of crime in Gotham, the radio was mostly silent throughout the night. Nobody called in crimes that often. Most of the time, the station was filled with people caught by Batman or coming in to give a statement after the crime was committed.

She was so focused on the scanner that she didn't even realize someone was watching her until her landed on the roof.

"Bat . . . girl?" He questioned, cocking his head.

Barbara cringed under the cowl, knowing she should've just painted over the yellow symbol. "I swear I didn't come up with that name."

Robin laughed, relaxing slightly. "Good, the whole Bat-thing is kinda dumb."

"Right? No offense, but your boss literally sounds like a furry."

"Well, so do you now . . . " He joked— holy shit, she was joking around with Robin. Robin !

"I guess it's too late to rebrand?" She asked with a wince, more annoyed than ever with James and Coach Yeoh.

"Unless you want people thinking you died— it's a decent name, you'll be fine." The vigilante answered, grinning at her. "But, if Batman asks, I just told you off for this whole . . . lifestyle. Shit, that sounds— "

"Grossly sexual?"

"I was going to say weird."

The two stood facing each other on a rooftop at two in the morning, joking around and just . . . talking. Nothing that would give away anything important, although Babs had let it slip that she was from one of the worst parts of Gotham. Which was pretty much true; she wasn't living in Crime Alley directly or anything, but Somerset was known to be the hub of corruption and violence. Kind of ironic, in Barbara's opinion, considering the GCPD was in the heart of it all.

They talked for less than half an hour. Robin asked her if she could actually fight (he seemed almost impressed when she told him about the multiple black belts that were collecting dust in her closet and how close she was to receiving another). After that, he questioned her age, but she retaliated by asking his, leaving them at a standstill. Eventually, he got around to the topic of parents, asking if her parents would be worried.

"My parents aren't the caring type." She revealed with as little emotion as possible. "My . . . dad's a workaholic. Doesn't even notice I'm gone."

Babs wondered if she had said too much. It made it sound like she could go missing and nobody would care. She realized belatedly that it was somewhat true. It would probably take days for anyone to notice she was gone. Robin nodded slowly at her, holding out a piece of paper.

"I get where you're coming from— at least I think I do." He paused, smile dropping. "If you ever need help, you can call this number, day or night."

Babs hesitantly tucked the paper into her belt. "Thanks, Boy-Wonder."

After that, Barbara just became more determined.

[mossymagpie]

Mostly just in a rut rn bc couvid but also job hunting has left me feeling pretty depressed bc I feel like I should have gone into a career that idk......could make money instead of this. But I wasn't gr8 in highschool and didn't plan for the future so I felt too dumb to actually try anything that wasn't art. I didn't expect to be unemployed again for so long so I'm just wasting away now

Also bc lmfao cannot work full time without going mentally insane so that always fucking sucks to explain. Like I remember when I was super fucking broke n just talked Abt it and ppl were like "you could work full time" "you could do Amazon" like no offense but I will kill myself and it's not a joke and ppl just couldn't grasp that

[crownshattered]

"Are you suggesting that something as simple as this would be bothersome to a powerful fae such as I~?" the prince replied, a smirk tugging at his dark lips. Something about his words seemed awfully threatening, as if he actually took offense to her being concerned about something like this, but it was all a jest. He simply struggled to convey a 'joking' tone in conversations.

Malleus continued. "I'm not suggesting a long trip. Perhaps a weekend, or even just for a night. There's no need for concern over actual travel. I could have you in Briar Valley with the mere snap of my fingers~" It wasn't an exaggeration, and anyone who knew Malleus and his power would certainly realize this. Honestly, Malleus couldn't think of anything he would like more than to show Sayu his home kingdom.

"I could take you tonight, if you'd so wish," he offered. "You would be back come morning without any concern for missing a class." Although he felt it to be quite dumb to be concerned about missing a class over this, but Malleus cared for Sayu, so her concerns mattered to him.

while the explanation was understandable, sayu couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. sure, he didn't mind it nor sounded as if complaining on such a decision, but maybe that was just a farce. with this logic, wouldn't it be pointless for those who weren't of human species to have a winter break? there was nothing to celebrate, per se, so did the fae really not mind? to the magicless girl, it seemed like a lonely experience...something she could understand, to an extent. after all, she pretty much had to grow up rather early in childhood.

in the end, there's no point continuing on the topic. if he really wasn't complaining, then sayu won't either. look at her, always leading the conversation in a pessimistic path...bad habit, she supposed. the topic would be drastically changed, however, when the fae brings up a surprising offer.

❛ huh...? ❜ was all she could muster, trying to process what he just said as eyes stare up at bright green ones - now that she thought about it, he really didn't know how to smile properly. it took less than a second for sayu to reboot, so to speak, and actually gauge a reaction. ❛ w-wait, take me there? seriously? oh, uh...i wouldn't want to bother you with something like that, senpai... ❜ she begins in her usual, polite tone. ❛ besides, classes have already begun...i-i'm sure you'll be really busy with studies and whatnot... ❜ the last thing she wanted was to pester her friend for her own, selfish reasons.

[itevilhag]

seperate ways (worlds apart) | dream of the endless x reader.

pairing: dream of the endless x platonic!f!reader / friends to lovers, dream of the endless x f!reader

wordcount: 1.1k!

warning: ANGST. major character death. maybe slight (?) ooc Dream?

summary: Dream spends time with a dying friend.

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"Do you wanna hear a joke?” she asked as a playful smile bloomed on her lips, breaking the silence that settled between them as they sat side by side, their shoulders touching under her willow tree.

Dream was silent for a second, contemplating whether or not he should surrender to his friend's amusement or to continue to lament about what was to come.

After some time of thinking, Dream turned to her and answered unenthusiastically, which she chose to ignore.

"I suppose. Why not?" 

Her smile grew wider.

"So, a blind man walks into a pub, and a chair, and a table…" her voice trailed, waiting for the anticipated smile even if it’s just from how stupid or dumb her joke is, but nothing happened. Dream’s face remained impassive as ever. His brow quirked in a manner that expressed nothing but confusion.

Her smile deflates a little, but nonetheless, still remains hopeful. "...you know? Because he's-"

Though Dream found the joke a bit amusing, he still couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate any of her playfulness or attempts to brighten up his mood. 

She sat there with her mouth hanging open before feigning offense by lightly smacking his arm due to his lack of reaction to her excellent joke. “Oh, come on, that was funny!" 

Dream remained impassive and instead chose to invest his full attention towards the ground where white carnations had started to grow around them. He never wanted to ignore her or make her feel anything of the sort, but seeing that sickening sweet smile of hers only further reminded him of what he was about to lose. 

And all she could do was sigh in defeat and lightly nodded her head in understanding.

"You know, Dream, for someone who is literally an immortal being, you're way more concerned about Death than I am- and she's literally your sister!" 

That only earned her a hard glare from Dream, but not one filled with malice or annoyance, but one filled with well-hidden dread, pain, and sadness. 

She smiled softly, pleading with him. "Oh, Dream, loosen up a little, won't you? Laugh, smile! It's my last day. I don't want it to be gloomy." 

"Exactly. How can I smile when my best friend is about to be taken away from me?" he lamented, a pang of grief striking his heart like lightning. 

"Oh, please." she lightly rolled her eyes. "We both knew this was coming." 

"That doesn't make us any more ready for it." Dream snapped, his anger so fierce she could feel it radiating through his coat and transferring onto her.

Dream’s voice softened. "I just wish we had more time. Together." 

Dream took her hands in his, his voice breaking into painful cries, his head turned down in shame.

"I'm sorry, I am truly sorry. I wasn't there when you needed me. It was never my intention to leave you all alone."

To say that her heart was shattering into a million pieces seeing Dream fall apart in front of her because of something he had not done, or something he was not at fault for, was an understatement. 

"Oh, Dream, it's alright.” she took her hand from his, placing her finger underneath his chin. She titled his head up to meet hers. She smiled softly.

“She told me what happened." Dream’s face contorted in confusion, then recognition. 

Death.

"It's okay, and even if you weren't-" she paused thinking on the words she was about to say as she recalled what Death had told her about her brother’s imprisonment, how a man intended to capture her to ask for the life of someone taken away too soon. Her friend was already in enough pain. She wasn’t going to bury the knife deeper than it already was. She chose not to utter them.

"You probably wouldn't have been able to be here with me physically anyway. Because you have more important duties to attend to than spending time with a dying mortal, and that's okay because, in the end, I wasn't alone. I was never alone. Because you're always there in my dreams, holding my hand. And now, you're here, and that's all that matters." The smile on her face was kind and comforting, the kind of smile that brought one to his own, even if it was just faint.

Wiping the stray tears that had unnoticedly fallen to both Dream’s and her face, she finally sighed in contentment. Holding on to his hand like a lifeline, she rested her head on his shoulder, enjoying the company of a friend with all the time she had left. 

"I wish we had more time too,” she chuckled wetly.

“But just because our time was short doesn't make any of the days I spent with you any less wonderful.” she turned her head to look up at him, her voice full of gratitude as she said so. “So, thank you, Dream, for being my best friend and for being here, until the end." 

A small smile adorned Dream’s lips. "And I thank you, Y/N, for being mine." he lifted her hand up to his lips and planted a delicate kiss onto it.

Without saying a word, her body collided with his as she tightly wrapped her arms around him. It took Dream a few seconds to recover from the sheer force of her embrace, but nonetheless, reciprocated the gesture of affection in return. 

With his hand behind her head and his other on her waist, holding her tightly to his chest. He pressed a soft kiss on her hair. "I will miss you terribly, Y/N." 

She sniffled as she smiled against his shoulder. "I'll miss you too."

They held each other for so long that even when their arms started to hurt from how tightly embracing one another, they did not let go. But a change in the air made Dream rigid. 

A woman with dark skin and such ethereal beauty appeared behind Dream, and something about her kind smile and her alluring presence already told her that it was time. Her time.

"Hello, Y/N." Death offered her hand towards her. "Time to go, hon." 

Y/N was ready to let go, to finally surrender her life to Death, but Dream kept her firmly against his chest, refusing to let go. "I don't want you to go." 

"I have to, Dream, she's here." she whispered against his ear while her hand drew comforting circles on his back. "You'll be alright." her voice so firm, that the words she uttered next etched themselves on the walls of his mind, and his heart. "Promise me, you'll be alright." 

"I will. I will be alright." 

Death smiled at that. 

"I love you." Dream uttered, as he felt her body slowly going limp against him. 

"I'll see you in your dreams, love." with a final kiss on his cheek, she took Death's hands.

And as Dream's eyes fluttered shut, all he could hear the mighty beating of her wings. 

...

[asexual-means-no-attraction]

thoughts on same-sex attraction vs gender-based attraction?

?????

You mean like... People who differentiate between sex and gender?? Cuz the two are the same and can be used interchangeably.

I know there's a trend of people being like gender= what you identify as, and sex= what you were born as. But I personally find that whole idea silly and low key offensive.

I don't identify as a man. I just am a man. It's apart of who I am. The only time me being trans matters-- ie the only time it matters to mention I wasn't biologically born a man-- is in a medical situation where it's relevant or if you're about to become intimate with someone and they don't know you're trans (ie. You don't wanna surprise them if you haven't had all the bells and whistles that you possibly could). Beyond that my sex and gender are both male.

Trying to pull apart attraction to exclude or include trans and sometimes even intersex people is shitty. It calls a preference or a boundary, not a change in sexuality. People have a right to not be attracted to anyone for any reason. Be it something stupid or something meaningful. Doesn't matter. Not liking blond hair isn't a new sexuality. Neither is being uncomfortable dating a guy who doesn't have a dick. Trying to find some way to exclude trans people is just weird. You're allowed to just have preferences without changing your sexuality or pointing out continuously that I'm not biologically male (which just makes trans people feel bad).

Likewise, if you go out of your way to include trans people it can be even weirder. It can be invalidating and super uncomfortable if you specifically talk about your sexuality as strictly liking specific genitals for cis and trans people alike (note that a gay man making jokes about liking dicks is different than someone in full seriousness revolving their sexuality around dicks rather than actual people). Not to mention it feels like you're implying trans people aren't really their gender unless they've had specific surgeries.

Equally weird when people like to act like only their sexuality could possibly love trans people. Just sounds like chasers or people trying to feel good about themselves at my expense.

If you like men you like men. End of story. If you're a man who likes men you're gay. Easy. We shouldn't be trying to argue if you liking or not liking a trans man changing anything. You're both still gay. But have preferences/boundaries. And when it comes to dating those should be respected regardless of if everyone agrees it shitty or shallow or what ever else.

So I guess the exact answer to your question would be I think it's dumb?? Sex and gender are the same thing. Unless you're talking to your dr it really doesn't matter what you were born as. And it's silly to try and change sexuality around less than one percent of the population. Relax. Cuz the only people I find that care that much about it tend to either do it cuz they hate trans people or have a weird savior complex. Sexuality shouldn't be that complicated. Stop adding rules to it.

[edeniansys]

BNHA WIP that I'll probably never actually finish. This was chapter 1.

Bad Girl Online

Word Count: 2,344

Summary: The students of class 1-A are nearing the end of their first year at UA, and the traitor still hasn't been identified. The teachers have gone over it countless times, and even the students themselves are attempting to figure out who the traitor is. But sometimes, the answer is either A. The most obvious solution, B. The least obvious solution, or C. All of the Above.

Story below!

"Aizawa, please! Young Midoriya could never betray his classmates! I trusted him with One For All, I practically put my career into his hands, how could he possibly be the traitor?" All Might shouted.

The teachers were having a meeting over possible traitors. At this point, they were desperate. It was the end of Class 1-A's first year, and everyone wanted answers. Even the students had their own speculations about a traitor. They had to get this over with quickly.

Aizawa sighed. "Yagi, we have to consider every possibility-"

"Every possibility?! Okay then, what if it was your personal student, Shinsou?"

Now Aizawa was getting annoyed. "I'm not saying it isn't possible that it isn't Hitoshi! I'm just saying that it very well could be Midoriya! He's a better actor than he seems, okay? I've seen him looking dead tired then when he realized I was there he immediately became his happy self again. Despite knowing him for two years, you barely know anything about him. You don't know what he's been through, and you clearly don't understand how people become villains."

Midnight tried to break the tension. "Okay, look. We obviously aren't going to reach an agreement here, so let's just mark him as an unlikely suspect and move on. Maybe Bakugou or Ashido should be next?"

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Meanwhile, the students of class 1-A in question had met up to talk about the traitor theory as well. They all had their fair share of evidence for who it could be, and they all came prepared with an argument against themselves.

"Okay," Iida began, "we have narrowed down the students in class 1-A to the following status:

Midoriya Izuku: safe

Kirishima Eijirou: likely safe

Yaoyorozu Momo: likely safe

Hagakure Toru: suspect

Mineta Minoru: very likely suspect

Ojiro Mashirao: safe

Shoji Mezou: on the fence

Kouda Koji: safe

Uraraka Ochako: safe

Asui Tsuyu: suspect

Sato Rikido: on the fence, leaning safe

Jirou Kyoka: possible suspect

Ashido Mina: possible suspect

Tokoyami Fumikage: possible suspect

Bakugou Katsuki: likely safe

Iida Tenya: safe

Todoroki Shouto: suspect

Kaminari Denki: on the fence

Sero Hanta: safe

Aoyama Yuga: possible suspect

Does that sound okay?"

Everyone in the room nodded. No one got offended if they were deemed a suspect, even Mineta wasn't that upset. They knew that this was serious. Even the bakusquad, most of which didn't believe the traitor theory at first, were paying close attention, and they had stopped joking about people being the traitor.

"But," Jirou said, "we also need to think about people we usually wouldn't assume it could be, like Kouda, or even Uraraka." Everyone seemed a little conflicted; they didn't even think of that.

"She's right," Kaminari agreed. "Usually what makes a good actor is their ability to convince people that they aren't acting-their ability to make people truly believe what they say." Everyone else nodded in agreement.

"Alright then," Iida declared, "let's go over the list once more, shall we?" At everyone's agreement, he continued. "Midoriya Izuku."

Kirishima gave an argument for Midoriya. "No offense bro, but you're an awful liar. Iida, Yaoyorozu, and Todoroki saw how bad it was when he tried to convince Aizawa-sensei that we weren't planning to try to save Bakugou."

Midoriya looked embarrassed. "That's... actually really fair." The other three nodded in agreement.

Iida nodded. "Okay, so Midoriya is still safe. How about Kirishima?"

Bakugou scoffed. "As if. Dumb hair doesn't have a bad cell in his body. He's also horrible at pretending that he doesn't dye his hair. He'd make an awful spy."

"However," Yaoyorozu added, "unless he is feeling a lot of either excitement or anger, Kirishima is usually fairly good at strategy, and he didn't think about Cementoss's quirk not having a time limit like his and Sato's, so he may have failed the exam on purpose so he wouldn't go to the training camp. Actually, now that I think about it, you could add that into Sato as well, they could have been working together on that."

Iida looked at the two in question. "Do either of you have any arguments?" When they shook their heads, he continued. "Alright, so change Kirishima and Sato to possible suspects then?" At everyone's affirmations, Iida altered the chart to put those two under possible suspects. "Okay, what about Yaoyorozu?"

"She can lie if she has to, but she doesn't like doing it. Plus, if it's something big, she almost always breaks from guilt and ends up telling the truth," Todoroki shared.

"She was also the one with the idea of putting the GPS tracker on the villains at the training camp," Tokoyami added. Everyone mumbled in agreement.

Shouji interjected. "On the other hand, her family has a lot of money, which means information, which could mean possible indirect contacts to the League of Villains, such as brokers or maybe even Yakuza."

"Well," she replied, "I don't have much of an argument against that. Where will that put me?"

Iida furrowed his eyebrows. "I'd say it would put you on the fence. Does that sound good?" At (almost) everyone's nods and sounds of approval, he put Yaoyorozu under 'on the fence'.

"Guys, don't you think this is, like, morally... I mean, we're basically asking ourselves which of our friends are most likely to betray us and lie about wanting to be a hero. Do none of you think that's kind of messed up?" Uraraka looked conflicted and almost angry at everyone.

"I... I know what you mean," Kouda agreed. "You guys are my best friends, but at this point, what choice do we have? We've had so many really sensitive trips and training exercises this year, I can't even imagine what it would be like if the traitor wasn't revealed by second year, and it would be even worse in third..."

"You know, Uraraka," Mineta interrupted, "maybe you're just saying that because you want us to stop investigating this because you're the traitor."

"He kind of has a point, Uraraka..." Kirishima said. "Why are you trying to stop the investigation?"

Uraraka looked shocked, and worried. "What?! I'm not! I just... You guys know me. I'm worried about what'll happen if we get this wrong. Our class will get divided. We're going to end up fighting each other trying to defend our friends, and then we'll all hate each other! Like, what if I accused Mina of giving the League the training camp location? I would be accusing her of being the reason Deku might not be able to use his arms if he breaks them again! Do you guys get how serious this is?"

"We know, Uraraka!" Midoriya yelled. "I don't want to do this either, but we have to! It's better that one of us is arrested than some of us dead. Besides, no one besides Mineta got offended when they were deemed a suspect, and even he didn't complain too much. You're the only one that wants to stop the investigation, and now even I'm getting suspicious of you."

Uraraka felt betrayed. "Wh... Deku, you... we've known each other all year, we've even been living together! How could you guys think it was me?! If I were to pick anyone in this class, I would say Bakugou! I mean, just look at how he acts. He's one step from being a villain already."

Bakugou got angry. "You were just talking about how you wanted us to stop doing this, then you go and accuse me?! Besides, trying to convince us it wasn't you based on what we know about you isn't even a mediocre strategy."

"Besides," Midoriya added, "Kacchan may be rough around the edges, but he's no villain. I've known him since we were practically babies. I can read him like an open book. I know all of his tells, and he's almost as bad a liar as I am. Plus he hates getting in trouble more than anything. He's not a traitor." Bakugou looked grateful that Midoriya stood up for him, but he didn't say anything.

"Fine. Do what you want, but I'm leaving. Unlike you guys, I'm not going to accuse my friends of being a villain." Uraraka slammed the door as she left, and you could hear her stomping to the elevator to go to her room.

Iida cleared his throat. "Okay... well, she's going on the suspect list then, and hands up if you want to put Bakugou on safe?" 15 hands went up. "Okay, Bakugou is getting moved up then. Next is... Hagakure. We've already addressed that, even though you can't get out at night because of the thermal sensors, you very well could during the day, especially if no one can see the door. It's also fairly easy for you to listen in on the teachers' conversations, which would make it easier for you to get information. I hate to be basing most of this solely on your quirk, but do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"No, I don't have anything. I'm sorry," Hagakure replied.

"It's fine," Iida said. "Mineta?"

"As much as I would like to say it's him," Jirou said,"reasonably speaking, other than the history of his... actions towards the girls, he really doesn't have any evidence going for him. As much as I... loathe to say it, he's likely safe."

"Fair enough. Ojiro?"

"Now that I think about it," Kouda quietly stated, "there isn't really any evidence going either way for Ojiro, so maybe put him in neutral?"

Ojiro sighed. "As usual. That sounds fine."

"Okay. Shouji?"

Midoriya looked determined to prove a point. "Guys, he literally lost one of his hands so he could help protect everyone because of Dark Shadow going out of control. There's no way Shoji is the traitor. He's definitely safe. I don't care what his quirk can do. He's proven that he's 100% loyal to us."

Everyone immediately agreed, and Shoji looked a little embarrassed. "Alright then," Iida smiled, "Kouda?"

"Well, his quirk is really useful for spying," Sero said, "but at the same time, it would be really hard to believe that Kouda is the traitor. I mean, no offense, but he's scared of bugs."

Kouda smiled. "None taken. I appreciate the positive argument."

Iida nodded. "Alright, does anyone have any more information for Kouda?" When no one answered, he continued. "Asui, then?"

"Well, she is brutally honest pretty much all the time, but there's not much emotion that comes with it," Midoriya said. "There's also the fact that she likes to go in the forest to find damp places, but we never see her, so, for all we know, she could be in the middle of town."

"Well, I can't prove you wrong," Asui replied, "so I guess that's evidence for me."

"Alright, so I'll say likely suspect then." Iida marked her on the list. "What about Jirou?"

Sato decided to say something. "She does have her punk aesthetic, but I don't think that's really evidence. Her quirk does make it easier for her to spy, though."

"But," Jirou countered, "I can't hear actual voices with my quirk. It's just vibrations and stuff like that, so, while my quirk is good for stuff like detecting footsteps, it would be useless trying to understand a conversation."

"Fair enough," Iida said. "So neutral then. Ashido's next."

"Well, Ashido has a really bubbly personality," Kirishima said, "and I feel like she would be the type of person to try to prove the people that said she would be a villain because of her quirk wrong, y'know?"

"Does anyone have anything else to say to that?" Iida asked. No one said anything. "Okay, Tokoyami then."

"I, um, I hate to say it," Yaoyorozu began, "but what with his personality as well as his quirk, he does make a likely suspect. There's also the thing with him, and Shouji, for that matter, have this tendency of... well, just kind of... watching people from the shadows. They could definitely use this for spying, but we've already addressed that the likelyhood of Shouji being the traitor is almost none."

"He's also fairly closed off from everyone," Sero added, "but when he does talk to us, he's really nice, so I'd say maybe in the middle, leaning suspect?" He looked to Tokoyami. "Is that okay?" Tokoyami silently nodded.

"Alright then. My turn."

"It's not actual evidence," Shouji said, "but I honestly think everyone here agrees that you could never do anything like that."

"Yeah, you totally listen to the rules too much!" Mina agreed.

"Alright. Todoroki's turn."

"It's kind of like, really obvious that you absolutely hate your dad, plus you don't show much emotion, so I think you're still a suspect," Kaminari gave, with several people, including Todoroki himself, nodding along.

"So still a suspect then. Kaminari?"

"If I may, Iida," Tokoyami said, "I believe that Kaminari is in the same boat as Kirishima and Sato. Sometimes he goes a bit out of character and acts very intelligent, even though he gets bad grades very often, so the failing could be a cover-up."

"But I- um, actually that's pretty fair..." said boy replied.

"Possible suspect then. Sero?"

"I would say the same for Sero," Midoriya said, "but, unless Midnight is a traitor, which, despite her... unique personality, is extremely unlikely considering she is a hero, he couldn't have easily planned the final exams, so I would say safe."

Iida nodded. "Last but not least is Aoyama."

"I think I will go ahead and say this myself, mes amies," Aoyama began. "Though my personality is very sparkly and non-threatening for the most part, there are a few people here that could attest that I am a little... creepy at times."

Several people nodded along and made general gestures of agreement.

"Yeah, that cheese thing was... intense. On the other hand, though, you are generally very friendly and easy to get along with, so I think you'd be more in the middle than anything." Midoroya looked fairly confident in his answer.

Iida cleared his throat. "Alright then, let's go over the new suspect list."

[wisebeth]

I didn't block you because I'm a coward. It's my phone, and my account and I'll not deal with anything if it's being negative or stressing me out. Your immaturity and tantrums are annoying, no offense.

The reason why I called you dumb, brain-dead etc is because you're that. Hmm...all I can imagine is a toddler throwing tantrums because they can't get their way. I can already imagine the manners taught to you by your parents (if they ever bothered to raise you, that is).

It's ok to js say 'Im wrong'. I'm not wrong. I have a different view than yours. But you're a child, (a disrespectful, uneducated one on top of it) so I'm not surprised you have never heard of let's agree to disagree. Most of the fans are capable of separating fiction from reality and understand why Annabeth's judoflip wasn't abuse. Except you. Your reading comprehension is ridiculously slow. Pay attention to school, dude.

I've never seen someone so delusional. Takes one to know one.

Young and impressionable readers.........romanticising that scene. Just??? Get??? Off??? The??? Internet??? The world is much bigger outside of the little box of tiktok and tumblr. I can assure you, in real life, I've never met girls judoflipping their boyfriends because “a girl in the book series did so!!!” Literally no sane person spends their time being chronically online and absorbing and repeating things which are taught in fictional books. If that was the case, then most women who read dark-romance and listen to Lana Del Rey would be in relationship with abusive older men. If that was the case, all female fans of Harry Potter would be slapping their crushes for asking out another girl (Since Hermione attacked Ron with birds and scarred him when he kissed Lavender). The world is much, much bigger outside of the internet. Majority of readers can separate fiction and reality. Only you can't. Only you have an unhealthy obsession with fictional characters and ships to have a delusional opinion that young readers are affected by it. I can assure you no adult PJO fan has ever judoflipped their partner in real life because they read ‘Annabeth did it to Percy in MoA’. It's almost amusing and delusional to even believe so.

Also, the reason why PJO fandom is comfortable joking about that scene is, like me, they also completely understand why judoflip is acceptable in Percy and Annabeth's dynamic and relationship in a world of professionally trained demigods. It doesn't mean that if any of us saw a girl slapping her boyfriend aggressively in real life, we would encourage her. We would be horrified. But in this particular fictional world, it's not classified as abuse.

it's actually so funny to me when antis are like “oh annabeth is so abusive bc she judoflipped percy” it really shows how they have no clue how a different universe with different morals and dynamics can work. don't get me wrong im not a huge fan of that scene either but it's not abuse when the one getting judoflipped is a trained demigod-soldier who fought a war and equally physically strong as the one judoflipping him. percy carried a goddess and held up the weight of the world at fourteen. you think a judoflipp can actually hurt him? lmao. it can't do him shit, rick knew it that's why he wrote annabeth to do so. annabeth knew it that's why she did it w/o worrying about hurting him. and the fact percy's immediate reaction was laughing just proves my point. it didn't hurt him. he was completely okay. he's written to be a demigod for fuck's sake, can you stop applying the standards of real world to their fictional world of trained soldiers.

“but if the roles were reversed you'd have an issue–” no i won't. for the exact same reason. if percy judoflipped annabeth instead, i would still be okay with it because like percy, annabeth has trained all her life, fought a war, held up the weight of the world at fourteen. they're EQUAL on terms of physical strength and trained enough to know how to judoflip without the intent of hurting the other person. the only difference is if percy judoflipped annabeth, instead of laughing, she would likely judoflip him back because that girl doesn't like losing lmao but that's about it.