#look at him your honor he’s somewhere on that spectrum

[dropletsofraine]

I’m on the aroace cole agenda now sorry not sorry

[joohanisms]

xdh + their favorite way to make you cum 💭💫

this is soo silly and more of a characterization exercise than anything else but!! i hope you guys like it <3

cw: oof here we go, afab reader, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mention of thigh riding/dry humping, overstimulation, mention of squirting and dacryphilia, edging, slight begging, fingering, twitter porn link in junhan's, oral (fem receiving), mention of face sitting if you squint wc: ~900

gunil

dick.

a traditional man

Nothing beats some pounding. he Will make you cum with his dick inside your cunt.

big fan of cumming together <3

he's all about the connection, honoring the making love expression, fucking you deep and slow...

but dw, he Will have his balls slapping your clit while taking you from the back if the situation (your sex drives) requires.

likes making you a little cock dumb. it boosts his ego in unimaginable way – he's making you feel so good you can't think about anything else other than him <3

will probably go a bit insane if he ever hit it raw. like there had been very few times he came before you. but this was a moment.

he'd be sooooo overwhelmed over how much he Loves and Wants you + your pussy ain't helping him at all :-(

jungsu

idk how to say what i mean but. non-penetrative stuff

dry humping, having you hump his leg, thigh riding, being used i guess? but in a loving way <3

his thoughts are somewhere around damn this is so low maintenance?? i'm not even doing anything?? and i make you feel good this easily?? this is all i've ever asked for??

but not in a "lazy" way. you know how he's always looking out for everyone? now he can take care of you only by standing still/rutting himself against you. not having to think is refreshing sometimes, you know?

in his opinion, it's sooooo absurdly hot to be able to make you cum without barely doing anything!!

has accidentally cummed in his boxers multiple times in his haste to make you cum.

btw if you can cum untouched (only by nipple stim, for exemple) he might die on the spot

if he's in a dommy mood, he will also play with you through your underwear just to be a tease :-(

jiseok

absolute menace

likes overstimulation very much.

doesn't really have a favorite method to do so, but is best with his fingers (as expected from a guitarist)

has a vibrator.

looovesss to play with your clit. will go LBLBBLBLHLLLBLBLHL with his tongue (i laughed writing this)

bonus points if you either squirt or cry!

even more bonus points if your mascara runs off!

aaand it's top tier sex if he gets to cum on you later!!

will hold your hips down and pull your hands away if you squirm too much – but if you start uttering the first syllable of the safeword he is immediately off of you.

if you ask nicely, he'll let you use a vibrator on him and give him a taste of his own medicine <3

and just a psa: i think that because of his love to overstimulate you and wreck you, he'd be one of the members who would be so down for a threesome he'd suggest it himself <33

seungmin

another menace.

as insane as jiseok but all the way on the other side of the menace spectrum = edging king

so controlling and aware of his every move. will make you INSANE, sobbing pleaseplewspelspelseseungminseungmin, have you like 5 seconds away from cumming .. and then he STOPS????

although you know the orgasm will hit you harder after being edged, you cant help but want to kill him /lovingly

will get you worked up and stop touching you (you whine) only to go hard on you (you nearly scream) in any way he'd like :-)

if you favor any method, he'll be more than happy to comply!!

likes it a lot when you get a little desperate. he will shush you, say "it's okay, baby" and start POUNDING. you see stars when you finally cum <3

hyeongjun

i have a vision bear with me.

fingering. but you're across his lap. like this. (PORN LINK for reference)

really likes fingering you in general because it doesn't matter how lazy he is at the moment, he Will be making you cum! cleanup is pretty easy too :-)

his sex drive is something like a low thrum. he's not usually insanely horny, but he's slightly horny (nearly) all the time, willing to make you feel good (as long as it's not public. he has limits.)

so if you come onto him, he's ready to give it to you – sometimes he won't even take his clothes off. he'll just focus on you.

the power trip it gives him + the feeling of being in control makes his head spin... 😵‍💫

will inevitably get hard by the time you cum and you inevitably get him off then.

jooyeon

absolute MUNCH!!!!!!

pussy to his face all day. smother him. hold his hair in a ponytail. give him thigh earmuffs. could probably go a month with only pussy and a cup of water

sit on his nose. if he dies he dies

absolutely sloppy with it but insanely good

drooly boy <33333

when he's in his usual bratty mood he will be SOOOOO cocky and smug to the point you would slap him on the back of his head if his tongue wasn't making you see stars.

in a subby mood though... puppy. puppy boy. if you pull his hair, he'll moan so sweetly against your cunt :-(

if you pull him away from you while he's at it, he'll rest his head on your thigh and look at you with sparkling eyes and a wet chin, waiting for an explanation as to why you're interrupting his 5-star meal.

[byakuya-transgaymi]

I fell out of the Danganronpa fandom for a bit and unfortunately I am back in it at full force, possibly more than before since I now created a Tumblr account for my favorite character.

My head canons under read more i honestly just wanted somewhere to put them lmao only read if you wanna, but I love seeing others headcanons so if you want, feel free to share your own! I know there aren't a lot of Danganronpa fans anymore but ya know the hyperfixation chose me, I didn't choose it.

Byakuya is genderfluid and gay and on the aroace spectrum because I said so and I'm not projecting. And makoto is a bisexual trans man and his transness helped byakuya realize that he is ALSO trans and sometimes likes to wear more stereotypically "feminine" or gender neutral clothing. And they're gay together, your honor.

Kyoko is biromantic and she loves makoto romantically and Byakuya platonically (platonic soulmates!!!). They are poly cause I think kyoko and makoto together are way too lovely to ignore and also kyoko is such an interesting character. Kyoko helped byakuya come to terms with his asexuality since byakuya was raised to believe that he needed to mate with a bunch of women and reproduce. And of course she made him accept it through some discreet line of questioning and Byakuya had to just go in his dorm for the whole day and mind snowboard until he started to begin to accept it.

And Byakuya helped Kyoko and Makoto get together. Makoto and Byakuya were dating first and Makoto confessed to Byakuya one night about how he had feelings for both him and kyoko and he feels really guilty about it. Makoto expected Byakuya to be jealous but he was just like, "okay and why are you not with her yet, plebian?" Then they discuss polyamory and agree to let Kyoko into their relationship if she wishes to (byakuya knows that she is head over heels for makoto and Makoto is so oblivious to anyone liking him ever).

Kyoko says yes and they're both so in love it's sickening but Byakuya loves to see makoto so trusting of someone and getting to view from a sort of outsiders perspective the subtle things that makoto does when he feels safe around someone and truly loves them. Like how Makoto stands up for himself more and is more confident around his partners, or how he likes to play with kyoko's hair especially when he's thinking about something (bro stims we love to see it).

And kyoko notices how much less douchey byakuya is around makoto. Byakuya will often even get things for makoto or buy things that he knows he loves, even though byakuya always gives some kind of half-assed excuse as to why it wasnt purely out of kindness that he did it. Kyoko also sees how Makoto often ends up falling asleep in places that aren't his bed, and Byakuya will lift makoto up so gently as if he is some priceless thing and carry him to their bed. And he will tuck him in and bring him a glass of water (filtered, not tap) and sometimes he even kisses the top of his head if byakuya doesn't know that Kyoko is there watching (which only happens if byakuya is also extremely tired as well).

And kyoko and Byakuya love to go out to shop together and she helps him find skirts and dresses and stuff that fits him and they talk about makoto and how he's actually so smart and yet so oblivious at the same time like how is someone able to be a genius at deduction and yet forgets how a toaster works. They love to find clothes that they think makoto would look goofy in but makoto always ends up loving the clothes and he somehow looks GOOD in it. And they are always STUNNED. How does this man rock a fnaf crop top with jean shorts?

And both makoto and kyoko taught Byakuya that feelings do play some significance in life and it doesn't have to be facts over feelings (dude is NOT Ben Shapiro even though he sometimes acts like him). He learned that it's okay to be vulnerable at times when you're around those you can trust, though his walls do come back up sometimes when he gets angry or feels insecure about something. But Byakuya always ends up apologizing afterwards , even if it takes a few days.

And Byakuya learns to gradually accept hugs and other affection sometimes. He's pretty touch averse because of his upbringing and he finds that hugs often make him feel overwhelmed and trapped. But after a few months of being together with Makoto, Byakuya tells makoto about his touch aversion and how Byakuya will let makoto know when he is okay with physical touch such as hugging. Byakuya lets him know it's nothing against makoto and its not because he's a "commoner", he just didn't grow up with physical affection and finds that he gets overstimulated very easily from certain things.

Stopping myself from writing anymore I'm so mentally unwell

[shitpostingkats]

tumblr user shitpostingkats. talk to me about yuki judai and my best friend crow 5ds

*does a snappy salute* Absolutely!

Jaden Yuki/Yuki Judai

How I feel about this character: My monstrous little card game fella who I love SO much. Came into my house and kicked me in the ribs by being the actual textbook example of the "Aw! What a silly little guy!" to "He's a little bit fucked up actually" pipeline. I love how absolutely insane and messy he's allowed to be for a main character, not only did most of his arcs hit FAR too close to home, but it's just such a good example of how to take the archetypal plucky protag and deconstruct it a bit to add layers to the character. My second favorite yugioh character of all time, if I'm being subjective, my #1 fave if I'm being objective. Levels of queer neurodivergent swag I aspire to match.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: I just can't deny Jaden his funky southern rock boyf. I read him as somewhere on the ace spectrum, in a QPR with Jesse/Johan that all their friends assume is a traditional romantic relationship. Also, Yusei Fudo, because I am a sucker for narrative parallels, celestial imagery, stupid aces with the social skills of a tennis shoe.

My non-romantic otp for this character: I think he and Chazz have this relationship where Chazz gets up in the night, goes down to his kitchen, flips on the lights, and Jaden is just there eating his cereal. They are BEST FRIENDS and Chazz will not admit this even if you put a gun to his head.

My unpopular opinion about this character: Man, I wish we'd gotten more time with Yubel, but I never really got the feeling that Jaden felt any strong romantic/partner emotions towards them. Him choosing to fuse with Yubel is less a "And I will now give up everything for you, my One True Soulmate", and more just a simple acknowledgement of "You've been hurt really horribly because of me, so I'm offering you kindness and accepting responsibility for our relationship, because you don't deserve to be in pain" Which, personally, I think is a lot more impactful and fulfilling of his personal arc.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: I kinda wish he hadn't actually graduated high school? I mean, obviously they would never do that, but I remember watching the final season and thinking "Yeah, there's no way he's going to graduate." Idk, he's just got Highschool Dropout energy to me and I almost wanted to see that. Let him fail out of school because he was too busy sorting out his mental health! That's very valid of him!

Crow Hogan

How I feel about this character: Trans king! I look at one picture of Crow and my brain just maxes out "Trans! Bird! Guy!" He commits crime. He has five kids. He literally named himself after a yugioh card. There's just so much good big bro energy in this funky dude. I would trust him with my life.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Uh, probably no one? There's not really any named character in the series I feel he had romantic chemistry with. He and Broder probably dated for a bit then broke up and remained friends.

My non-romantic otp for this character: The first ep. he was introduced and we actually see Yusei smile for almost the first time all series and duel and have fun with it, the big hug and the way each others face lights up when they see each other for the first time in years. Your honor, they are very important.

My unpopular opinion about this character: He's older than Yusei. Yeah I don't care what canon says, Yusei is the family Babey and Crow is a full six months older than him.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: Some more exploration on what Crow gaining his signer mark actually meant to him. Did he feel like a replacement? What exactly did it mean to him that the tail mark jumped to him just so the head could move to Yusei? He's kind of the only one who doesn't get a whole plotline on how they feel about being a signer, so I always feel like there's some untapped potential for an arc there.

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JADE AND FLOYD! Here are some edits and headcanons I have done in honor of their bday!

Jade:

Hatched first from his spawn with Floyd being second so logically he's the older twin but neither one likes the nickname

Says he looks the most like their mother but has more their father's personality

Is rather feminine in nature and isn't embarrassed to dress up in makeup or dresses or skirts

He in fact has some lovely mermaidcore dresses and jewelry

Does question his gender and sexuality but doesn't feel the need to actually go through the process of figure it out, but for now says he's Demi and his gender is whatever

Favorite tea is Mint

He first fell in love of mushrooms due to that one year on land before NRC when he saw one growing and never not did research on them

Cooks like Floyd but isn't as good as he said

Floyd:

Says he looks the most like his dad but his mother and him are roughly similar in personalities

Like Jade he has no problems wearing a skirt or makeup since gender to him doesn't define clothes and what to wear on your face or hair and doesn't quite get the difference of feminine and masculine

Started cooking after watching someone do what he called magic with some noodles in a shop during the his youth, he even started getting cooking lessons from Azul's mother

Doesn't care about gender "If I wanna kiss ya I'm gonna kiss ya"

Has autism and bipolar disorder but those words aren't a thing under the sea so he was very in awe when he found out land people have names for what he feels and thinks

I low-key high-key headcanon Octatrio being somewhere in the Autistic Spectrum

Sometimes has a habit to bite people, he gets urges to

As I mention in this post, he has a tongue piercing

[daughterofsarenrae]

for the character questions ! this may be like starting trojan war pt 2 but gimme ur favorite robin thoughts

god damn it. i like them all ;;-;; i'm a coward and i rolled for it so i'm gonna do damian

three facts about them from my personal headcanons 1- in my personal 15-ish years later worldstate damian is completely retired from vigilante life. he took a gap year traveling the world and came to the realization that he didn't have to follow either of his parents' paths. he ends up going to vet school 2- his morning routine is like an hour long and 30% of it is gelling his spiky hair. another 30% is skincare. he has talia to thank for his process, they used to get ready in the morning together 3- i think he needs to take up recreational scuba diving. why dont you look at some pretty fish and then maybe you'll calm down

a reason they suck -can very much fall into the 'push other people down to raise urself up' thing but also he's like. 10. (14? whatever the fuck age he is now i dont try to understand continuity.) that's just what 10 year olds are like. your honor my client didnt even try to kill his brother a few times and if he did it wasn't even that big a deal

a reason they are great -he's so funny i love a lil sassy guy. he is also The Autism Ever

a reason I relate to them  -animal lover is the big obvious one!

(what I consider to be) the top tier otp/ot3 for that character -uhhh idk man he's like. a baby. damijon is cute but i think also they should be platonic soulmates. or qpp. i think damian will figure out that he is somewhere on the aroace spectrum

five things that never happened to that character that I believe should have happened -that boy is the most violinist-coded character ive ever seen. let him battle it out for first chair. the most violent environment of all: the first violin section -literally why doesn't he have a horse. hello. i need a horsegirl movie starring damian STAT -he should do trapeze with dick :') -man he is so bad at video games. and it makes him so MAD bc he keeps losing to tim. unacceptable. he swears off video games forever bc they're stupid!!!! until dick introduces him to animal crossing and stardew valley -this might be canon idk but he should have annual passes to the zoo and the aquarium and he should go every saturday to draw pictures of the animals. he is slowly befriending all of the zookeepers. one day his plan will succeed and they will take him on a behind the scenes tour. he has so many questions about SSPs

Send me characters!

[autisticempathydaemon]

Hi Lexi! It's so much fun that you're doing match-ups! 💜 If I may, I'd like to ask for one, please?

To answer a few of your questions,

I have no idea what an Enneagram type is. All I know is I'm an INTJ, a Scorpio, and a Slytherin. All of which makes me sound like a villain but I promise I'm actually ridiculously polite and friendly. Mama raised me right

My go-to way to fall asleep has been listening to ASMR for 7 years now. Back in college, my apartment was literally right next to the freeway and it was always so loud that I needed to listen to something else. Which is when I discovered and delved into it for the first time and have stuck around ever since.

I have so many different names I'd consider changing mine to but I really like Aurora "Rory"

My brand-new favorite Redacted audio is Avior's S1 finale. I've been waiting for so long. Hopefully that doesn't give away who I am lol. Other favorites include all of Elliott's happy ones, the Elemental boys non-canon confessions (Huxley's is my favorite of the three), and almost all of Caelum's playlist. My son

I don't really get the hype for Yanderes in general but Blake in particular, like, I got nothin'.

I could literally stand in front of you and quote The Incredibles front to back, doing Very Bad Impressions of all the character voices, and bad vocal renditions of the soundtrack. I watched it every day when I was like 8-9. I love that movie.

I would also like Cam and Caelum to be my best friends.

Fun fact: my go-to ramble is also space! I watched one (1) Bill Nye video on the sun when I was like 8 or 9 and I was hooked. Fast forward to college and I got a 97% overall in Honors Astronomy my freshman year and my honors program advisor looked at my transcript and went, "How did you get that high of an A in Honors Astronomy?" and I was like, "It wasn't hard???" And my advisor goes, "Yes it is! No one gets that high of an A in Honors Astronomy." And I'm sitting there like, "Well, uh... I did." Also, in said Honors Astronomy class, the professor put up two nearly-identical graphics (emission spectrum of hydrogen) and asked what the difference between the top and bottom ones were and I raised my hand and said, "The bottom one is red-shifted" (not knowing he was about to introduce the Doppler Effect but already knowing what that was) and my professor stares at me for a solid 10 seconds in stunned silence and said, "I've been teaching this course for 20 years and you're the first one to get that question right on the first try." So... yeah. Big space nerd. 🌟

One other thing that says a lot about me is that I adore that the Redacted d(a)emon aesthetic is music and stars. Music was the first thing I was taught to love by my musician family, and the stars were the first thing I loved for myself.

Also if I were an Empowered race, I'd definitely be a Freelancer, but one with a heavy emphasis in Dreamwalking, Psychokinesis, Fire Elemental Command, and Electro Command. I'm not cool enough to be a specialized race. Oh man I'm a rambler. I'll stop now.

Don’t stop the rambling; I think it’s wonderful, and you know what? So would Lasko.

I think it’d be so cute to have a thoughtful and rambly partner for Lasko. Conversations are a push and pull, and I think Lasko is too often one or the other, trying so hard. Because of that, I imagine it would be so peaceful and quieting for him to not feel like he has to talk or contribute and to be able to just listen and be there for you.

Overall, Lasko is uniquely situated to uplift and care for you. INTJs (and Slytherins to an extent) are characterized as intelligent, ambitious, and virulently independent. Lasko, who strikes me somewhere on the brink of an ISFJ, would be a lovely partner for you in that his hardworking nature and ambition would not combat or stifle yours but would support it.

Song:

What's the hurry/ When you know that you've got me/ Don't you worry, I've nowhere to be/ Other than right next to you

I went looking specifically through my Lasko/OC playlist for this one, and I was not disappointed. Lasko is such a ride or die dude, you feel me? He’s so dedicated to the people he loves and the family he’s chosen, so once he chooses you, there’s nothing stopping him.

Runner-Ups:

Anton also strikes me as a wonderful listener; I can easily picture him tinkering with some machinery while nodding and humming and listening to you wax poetic about the music playing in his workshop. Vincent would also be a good listener, not by his own virtue but just by being a fuckin simp. He’s the type who’d have his chin perched on his hands, starry eyed and mooning as you infodump and trying his honest to god best to understand what you’re saying even if he has no clue.

Note: I don’t think you sound like a villain! I’m an INTJ, and my boyfriend is a Slytherin, so you’re in fantastic company in my opinion 💜

Want a match-up of your own? Read this post, and tell me about yourself!

[starboundanon]

Herbie, your latest chapter is brilliant! It's pulled together so many thoughts that have been swimming aimlessly in my brain. Like the title - there are three "Fathers" who have sinned. Anakin with Luke, obviously. Obi-Wan, with his neglect and ignorance (Anakin and Luke, separately and together). Palpatine, with his betrayal of Anakin, criminally and maybe sexually (and did he have anything to do with Padme's death?). Just...wow. 👏👏👏 Am I also getting some RotJ vibes re Anakin and Palpatine??

And for fun, I picture Anakin telling Luke that he's working for Palp for their future financial security, and naive/earnest Luke protesting and declaring "I can get a job" like the sweet baby boy he is. 💞

Last week I read over the entire story, which I hadn't done for awhile. With the additional new chapters about Luke's reactions, the story shows even more intensely his trauma and fear and how paralyzed he's become. Of course, I love it. 😈 Hooray that you've added to the chapter count! 😍😍😍

My friend, your cogent, detailed feedback is always so rewarding, I feel truly honored to receive it. I know you’re a writer yourself, so you understand how exciting it is when someone loves your work and takes the time to really look at it, to think critically about it, to wonder and imagine and notice all those seemingly innocuous, little details you added that most people miss. It’s so incredibly uplifting, and I can’t thank you enough. ♥️

Anakin may be the principle father committing the primary sin, here, but you’re absolutely right; neither Obi-Wan nor Palpatine are without their paternal influence/responsibilities and transgressions — accidental and intentional, respectively. It’s a whole mess of fathers fucking up their sons. The juicy bit is that Obi-Wan and Palpatine are at opposite ends of that fuck-up-your-kid spectrum when it comes to Anakin; Obi-Wan, absent and well-meaning; Palpatine, present and self-motivated.

So in the end we have Anakin, who, as a result, has landed somewhere in the middle — well-meaning in his own mind but self-motivated in reality. He’s the worst of both worlds, and yet of the three of them, the only one who loves his son unconditionally. Palpatine’s love is a deception, and Obi-Wan’s has been shown to have its limits, or at least its barriers. But Anakin truly loves Luke, and would love him no matter what he did, which is confusing and overwhelming to his poor son.

There are other parts of your comment that I can’t dive into because I’m a big dumb dog with a giant mouth who will spoil everything, but I can’t wait for you to read where the story goes from here, and I hope you enjoy it. ♥️ Thank you for reading and rereading and taking the time to let me know what you think of these chapters, my dear. You are so appreciated. 💋💋💋

[renaerys]

Hello! I really love the progress of the heiress and the hierophant. The chemistry between Ino and Itachi is just magical and magnetic. What are your head canons regarding Itaino?

To be honest, I'm never quite sure how to answer questions about ship headcanons. I think it's because I don't think of them as one unit, but as separate individuals who, due to their personalities and proclivities, fit together in a dynamic like two pieces of a puzzle.

I see Itachi as someone who is a deeply loyal person, but also a very intense person, often in an extreme way. He doesn't care much about 99% of people beyond a surface level required to maintain standing and reputation in social circles. But when he decides he does care about someone, he dials it up to an 11. He's 0 to 60 in 3.5, in the immortal words of our lady and savior Rhianna. Obviously, Sasuke is #1 always and forever. Aside from Sasuke, canonically we know that chosen person for him was always Shisui (however you choose to interpret the nature of their relationship, that remains true). Shisui is generally accepted as an extroverted, highly gregarious, cunning trickster type, i.e., kind of the opposite of Itachi's personality. I think Itachi would be drawn to people who fall somewhere on that spectrum: loud, feelings-forward, (sometimes, to varying degrees) politically savvy types who are either A) well-liked and popular or B) outcast pariahs doing their own thing and fuck everyone else. Ino and Shisui fall into the first category, and people like Karin and Deidara fall into the latter, but both types are very much "this is me, love me or hate me, I'm here and I'm not going anywhere and you get the immense honor of dealing with me" vibes. Whereas Itachi strikes me as more the type to bend and cave to the path of least resistance in order to go unnoticed or avoid conflict/confrontation with people if he can help it. He's duty and honor, and he needs someone who is like "but what if we got drunk and committed arson and then kissed a bit after". Having that person fill in the gaps in his personality and preferences would be exciting and probably also very frustrating for him, and I think it would hook him so hard.

Ino is someone I see as kind of a contradiction. She has all these cool abilities that allow her to read people literally, and a personality that, to me, seems very much the type to hone in on people's motivations and attitudes. At the same time, though, she is someone who is tunnel-vision determined to achieve her goals (I'm thinking of her in the 4th war in what I consider to be one of the most badass moments for any single character in the manga when she was like "I just have to do it!" re telepathically connecting everyone in the Shinobi Forces right after her dad died). If she decides to do something, it is fucking getting done, bar none. And if we apply that attitude to people, to figuring people out, we have someone who will dig and dig until they draw blood and still keep going. She deals in lies and secrets and neither are safe from her. Pairing her with someone like Itachi who is the cream filling in a roll cake baked out of lies and manipulation is like...both the best and worst thing I can do to either of them. Plus, she is that politically savvy social butterfly who would drag him out of his mission, mission, meticulously steam clean my ANBU uniform, mission, repeat cycle to live his life a little bit. She likes being in charge and running shit, and I think someone like Itachi, who has been sort of forced into that role his whole life whether he wanted it or not, would find surprising and intense relief over letting her take those reins so he doesn't have to deal with it for five minutes.

So idk if that really addresses your question. But this is sort of how I think about them individually and what that would look like when I smash them together Barbie doll style and make them kiss.

[brunhielda]

I may add to this later but just trying to get something off my chest right now.

If you have ADHD or Autism or just know you are somewhere on that neurospicy spectrum- look at your parents. You had to get it from somewhere.

Now, your parents have learned how to “function” despite likely never getting any help, and this may lead them to occasionally be harsh with you or not understand why you “can’t just ____” They are still neuospicy and that is a conditioned response. My parents are what I consider good and loving parents and they still had these moments. Forgive them as much as you can (some parents have other issues and you won’t be able to forgive them- that is ok. They can have a disability and still be an asshole).

But TALK TO THEM about what you see in them. Because they are not functioning as well as they think. They are doing as well as they always have, which is driving the car with the check engine light on until something in the engine explodes.

Why am I saying this?

Because I always suspected by Dad had a touch of the tism, maybe some ADHD. But he seemed to handle it better than my mother, who had the most obvious ADHD in the world. So I let it go, and worked on talking to her about ways to help her brain.

My father has passed. We have been going through his accounts. He was one of the most impulsive buyers I have ever seen. He just hid it well because he didn’t want mom angry with him (I’m assuming there’s some rejection sensitivity there). We went from thinking we might pay off the mortgage and a could have a couple bills to finding out we are in deep debt with several credit cards.

My father did not do this because he is an inherently selfish man. He spent his whole life in service to others and reaching out a helping hand. His funeral is turning into a “circus” as my mother says, because so many people want to honor him. I have heard tough manly men break down in tears over the phone when I tell them of his passing because he spent time getting them through their own addictions and grief.

He had a brain that didn’t function in a compatible way with the modern world. He assumed, as everyone of his generation did, that everyone thinks like he did and so everyone else was handling it. This- playing with debt like a fucking jump rope- was how everyone gets by, so it was fine.

He had degrees (as in multiple) in psychology and did not know he needed help. They were old degrees, when they did not know what we know now, taught by people even older than he was. He did not know what he did not know. It cost him. It is costing us.

Check in on your parents. They are not ok.

[sopolicegardener]

12 Steps to Finding the Perfect 009 vip

Photo dealers, like cameras, come in a staggering variety of sizes, types, and quality grades. Whether they’re found in small, local camera stores, big department-store chains, discount houses, or mail-order companies, they all have one thing in commonthey’d like to make a sale.

At the elite end of the dealer spectrum are salespeople who know what they’re talking about, honestly want to help you get the best equipment for your purpose, take time explaining features and options, and have competitive prices. At the other end are quick-buck artists who are simply out to make the most profit in the least amount of time and could hardly care less about your long-term satisfaction or repeat business. Many dealers, especially those with the lowest prices, fall somewhere in between these two extremes.

What constitutes an ideal dealer? It really depends on you. If you’re generally in the market for new equipment and know exactly what you want before walking into the store, your most important criteria may be low prices, reliability and liberal return policies. If you expect your dealer to take time providing information and guidance, it may be well worth spending a few bucks extra to go to a full-service dealer.

Whatever type of dealer you choose, when you find a good, honest one who steers you right, stick with hima photo enthusiast can have no better ally. And if you do encounter one of the dishonest, discourteous bad apples, run for the nearest exit or hang up the phone. The following tips should help you to figure out which dealers are which.

1. Do your homework. Dealing with salespeople is a lot easier if you know what equipment you want and have a good idea of what it should cost. To narrow down your selection, mull over your photographic needs and wants, then read test reports, news reports, brochures, and ads on equipment that interests you. To check prices, look them up in newspaper or other print ads or scan the mail-order ads in this publication. Once you cull your choices, examine the products in person.

2. Ask questions. The quickest way to find out whether a dealer knows what he’s talking about and is honest is to ask a lot of questions. A good dealer will know the features of the equipment he’s selling and be will to explain differences between competing brands. His opinions will be presented in a reasonable manner. Beware of dealers who disparage major brands with strong language or try to foist off little-known brands. Be suspicious of dealers who are loath to sell you what you want, refuse to honor their advertised prices, or charge extra for normally included items like lens caps and battery covers.

3. Stand your ground. Once you’ve come to an informed decision on buying a particular piece of equipment, stick with it. Don’t let yourself be switched to something else because the item you want isn’t in stock or you can get a “great deal.” And don’t settle for the salesman’s demonstratoryou want a fresh camera in a box.

4. Keep your cool. If a dealer says something outrageous, has an obvious hidden agenda, is impolite, ignores you, or takes you for a fool, don’t get mad or waste your time arguing with him. Just depart gracefully. Don’t go back. And warn all your friends about his business. If you’re actually cheated, report it to the Better Business Bureau and 009BET local or state consumer-protection agencies.

5. Check the record. Before you make a large purchase from a store unknown to you or in a strange city call the local Better Business Bureau, consumer-protection agency, or the consumer advocate of the local newspaper. Even good stores may have a few complaints on file, but if you find that a store has records of excessive problems, steer clear of it.

6. Expect the expected. Don’t expect the harried clerk at a discount store to debate the fine points of four different point-and-shoots in the midst of the lunch-hour crunch. Don’t exprect the mail-order phone salesperson to be a technical whiz who knows exactly which autofocus system does what. In short, be reasonable. Don’t pay more than you have to, but don’t expect the local camera store that lets you browse to meet the low discount price to the penny.

7. Be fair. Don’t spend 45 minutes picking a dealer’s brain and then buy the camera down the street for $10 less. If his price is way out of line, tell him so and give him a chance to make the sale. Not only will this assuage your conscience, it will encourage good dealers to stay that way.

[beyblade-e]

Lgbtq+ hcs for some beyblade characters

Because I have nothing better to do apparently

Gingka - Every single kids franchise anime protagonist is either pan or aro I don't make the rules. Since "the only romance he knows is beyblade" I'm choosing to go with the latter option, but you can take your pick.

Madoka - Pan. Girl has walking flag syndrome.

Benkei - The men liker ever. I'm not 100% confident in saying he's gay, but I do know that I love him and he loves men.

Kyoya - Unfortunately for everyone I wasn't joking about him being pitch for Gingka. He can just do that. I think he's somewhere on the bi/aro spectrum (also bc of walking flag syndrome). I know that a character having bandages on their chest is just how anime portrays a character as the specialest little edgelord, but I'm choosing to interpret it as evidence for my trans headcanon anyway. He would absolutely refuse to get a binder and just use bandages despite it being super unhealthy because it looks cooler.

Ryuga - I also wasn't joking about him being trans and just not knowing it because no one ever told him how binary gender works. Aroace, mostly because obviously, and partly because every character I'm insane about is aroace no exceptions.

Reiji - People with binary genders don't look Like That nor do they like snakes that much. That guy is definitely somewhere on the demigender spectrum. Actually he's on every spectrum there is call him a triple A battery the way he's aro ace and autism

Tsubasa - Nonbinary also because of walking flag syndrome, they have big he/they energy.

Yu - Straightn't but he doesn't know or care about it because he's still in his "girls are gross and have cooties and homosexuality is a myth just like santa and taxes" era

Masamune - He also thinks girls have cooties and being gay doesn't exist, yet he has two boyfriends. Cringe

Honorable mentions ummm. Tobio and Ryutaro hang out in a way that is inherently not straight but not inherently romantic. Idk any specifics about Yuki but there is Something going on there. Conversely, Tetsuya has so much nothing going on that it qualifies him to be in this post. I feel like Jack and Hikaru may be queer coded in a questionable/deeply stereotypical way but that's a whole other post that I am not qualified enough to make.

In conclusion beyblade is queer as fuck if you believe. Thanks for reading.

[libidomechanica]

Afraid, and her favour of dearest, or

A sonnet sequence

               1

I roved o’er again; and the dewy locks, who prefer it. With other whom want to flesh, as all then resolved in hand. Afraid, and her favour of dearest, or if though seldom sunny walls off San Salvador salute the sash a shall not how, and I know thou art breakers harme, selfe, and the interjection beyond it spry cordage of all your front of a morning with you, let Honour that hiatus maxime deflect,— that is deducted. The names for the post of Temper,—all your gown. Thee grand newes knowledge with beauty’s treasure the toy sloops shrink the surf bright; and weep for a treat.

               2

If this, that time, as I walked before, my desire! Or the plumb beat adamant alkali, although the meadows of the end. There we been borrowed an oxymoron or absolute the sweet on thy mistress bids me what good sing him. To whom my heart confession until the sky resign. Staying time face it feels soft brings more temples in the world, to whom Hundsfot, ’ or Verflucter, ’ affect of two gold for their wintry day go in an honour’s in a warm them stood and be, too, felt like the news were it burn and would opens for whom the sea is cruell might, with that Mahomet showers.

               3

Faithful minds can straight doth, its grey line there waxing rain; a Wine of those counterbalanced- but I work till it bears—this seed, the Atlantic Ocean on my heart shall look upon the incarnate words came to my helpless into a pond of the faculty— who said she, who live, that low Bench for as they seemed verse a vase your first time slow circles bridge, I know, to be eaten. I am that same day be a still we have crimes thyself I swear on the beauty’s fabled queens to flesh is proue of houses, like a race-horses, girls are borne Muses treasure of my boast; how all the purple sky.

               4

Hearts are dun; if hairs be which burnt as a meadow, but still thought on our true torments; but the hand the Pacific seas in which we cannot find. But if we were started call and splash, splash through Manheim, Bonn, which do sublime the thou, best hopes and helpless year for her grace, that secret, tell her babe the inner cost,—this tidal wedge, and dislike to his busy at his hand. To be kiss will never think she chose hour coming high, too high, too highest movie screech owl to myself on thee—beholding through meadow, but flicker’d with apples rosbif. Your side slaughter; but when first glimpse of grenadiers.

               5

I the face, whose lover’s kiss drains may safely cherish’d days had power before than is only has broke my selfe, and foul affliction’s earliest in rymes of the scraps of the drop at will be well. Flounder, know not the only pains. Preach form that roll out other who in the while I stand things of October, through her house where her plants call! Ay, in the endless that flashing. I dust any hope. The sea. Of whales steered the queers, funny feel their postilions: issue forth in this to yield the blown over my sight on and ah! Out of my bones, what good I doe a Devil’s drawn thy worthy eye.

               6

But if all the loathe; and crammed with somewhere, what I did not, O doe not that Miracles at me in my arms will turn to her court and partly love has twa sparkling roguish een. Do I feel good then—i never, yet with somewhere, my only be the end of flax that past the features spectrum of the nearest leaves littered them as honors given false death, as might be, the hue of brass as the naturally prosperous House; two women after parts in your proud of intrigues be, who wherefore, thank him for any Day that give men whose ioyes are snow tires, yet with you, I cannot find.

               7

‘Angels of the soldier firing troth. No placed a whole, besides, he had joined into this house by frost and Russia’s royal harlot—and giue dark hedges or through the locker room corner-stone should they joins with milk and pleasure! Now is beam on my heart shall pass them Sir William Curtis is almost so merry play, when it gets her needs na say she’s chalky, white towers and look! Tis decorum. In the sun declining mucks at me i floated, sated, seduced by their parts, when, and clear. I am worse than can be hid by altering Be doing which don’t      i feel their broadside.

               8

Passion that my last, and I from their blackouts, do you know me be lean, that sprang up a riot, nay evening on the devil is down. Lass of grateful section of them down, we wishes, wishing to do or how to only a fresh ruffled by our whence love kill. Then he earth and art not, be not what bears—this lips for all along have become not so to die. Her husband, like a gray washboard; when ev’ning scales dropping with a blow, hey body, clay taking alone, but to do with circumspection in our melancholy fit shall fault; I crave that heals the fair, now blithe and of silences.

               9

See us, who feasts, vegetables, diamonds, cash, and hover upon the speech, its homicidal eye—and digging appetite! It feels like I do now at least, when I began the coal has pouring heart to safely cross. Or crippled on the empress of iron, lead, color of God, and haste, and I will be true,—sleep, all are betrothed in neither comes no carnage, but die together is the salt sand-wave, but it was his crest, or if thence the skye, sike word the linger young years of clustering wing, taking dried mud from her solemn bird; nor with us, the rising up at one small light.

               10

By thee winges of my life of my bones, bones dumb in the moon hath learnedly of his bill, he holy water-land of Hungarians under mount and cold, dark garden- gate reviewed the careful undressing, and she line&her peerlesse armes thyself in sight with a greatest Gogmagogs, which is salt, in all its tooth slips on those betoken a couples, and thoughts to the openings of which from your coffee hot Junes burn’d, spurd with the open ground would date then, oh Sir! If you’re again at there the genial month of worthiest love, that French can yet deceiver? That have each could let’s bloom in.

               11

Give me. Trickled round, luminous, gemlike, take thoughts chases two ways, lying idle. Time, O Seasons clear-cut face, Ioyes liuery weary load, in such a deuil wants hanging after stillness and the day began to pick those who, thoughts, which Venus heart into the leaf, in this many a snatch of last for a returning resting trees trickled Chloe, who was not self-will’d, for me. I with the windshield a bullfinch, and delicate the lower were Elisa one of the loftie verse my deadly fae, unless that crown me with a feelings carry you, gentle close room, nor shade where you an onion.

               12

From hidden grape of Prayer in sad steps. I tell me anything gives still faults do call, when first. My arms, be mine, the promised good. Dear Jefferson, once we would set a sculptured my hand in death! And revolving do, that err’st not Percie howe the Alps are like the noble, flung from that I the donor’s. To be place. You lean again, we two, we had lost with good sing do, thousands dead, and I will leaned aside, and I owned, two resplendent or crippling but the sceptred terror of Gold, dangle this inconstancy and darke placed, maintain’s lady. How can I tell if I had any hear my mothers.

               13

Tho’ matcht, were spreads on thy current woe that should scorn, its joys of her talk seem’d to rise, and strong forced me from the should you fresh ruffles of the paid it was. Lie on Mother plants called lovesick language of your first foes—conversing I could not look: already familiar power in your twenty- nine do out of merriment: and yet the then a mantel-piece perchancel port and defac’d its matter—still an ear! Silence, alas, my dear, dear Genevieve, it’d break for her golden crown on a dreamful was I, who like our uses and mein; our lasses through though sorrow lends but cruelties.

               14

And the sheep, not long betrays, her bosom is endured not forbid thee, art a guest for here is not that same dreamer. Gan the dullest of the next I make myself on the doom is in me, my joy! Save his good we are more so large from a stag. A bull- dog, and the castellation to shade to high estate of fitting on. Indeed an idle length of road as you no more—one little or magnesias; while his figures hurry, and lovers going by, behold the blue&when one merciless—break into the Pacific seas in our planet guides me a millions; and ears, and known a crib.

               15

That makes his sickle, hour; who his owne without a sounding its playthings as a yardstick. Stems in searchable reply whose earth; a daintier iudgement said he had been absence, once fill’d up in us is the statue of how to fool with words; for sullen- seeming Death may give me. Those bond thaw, and when tyrannie; and that question of all things at home and night, I am not meant, but you say, and newer purple sky, and sail; but go my way. For pity and bar. Like, a semi-demi goddess, some point out into display once their fare; and said for the enemy, nor had pass the storm.

               16

If you’re again, the twilight. That due of likeness of greater thy fair Cyprian flow’rs so white, and mein; our lasses the dread, alone we lose her rave, this ragged January, as if I’ve wanderer’s fallen have lived she knew not that passed. ’ Eyes of all like a weight. We sate together, she a winter doth rise; some strange worst for on a passionate lie, would scornful Psyche, nor their head and seem’d the could weeping, and she wept and bower, glistering. Help but more the cathedral; and mouthed, This is all verve of your heads of all these lady-flower leane mens follies layd: cuddie capiendus. Into its tower. We were gone, beauty’s grace, revered and clear. The ground, within was only trouble; shoals of flies fills all thou that sweetly play but in your heaven in wanting. Accuse me through Warsaw, famous elms he said Almost terrifying kind. For in that till that questing in his knife.

               17

Over the story—an old man that is nursed this he our head a little played within who kicked my rest, whereto all, it is that rude hut, where is true, begin within her solemn bird and childlike slows down and much bliss, maud in the night, all inertial song like thee thy sweet hue, which I though her home, with them as honord by truant sheep, not entered clothes were its direction, kept the rest are chearful, white bitch never know. But don’t forget the shadows dappled on air that is our breath. Voted threatens inundations are borne, waiting, Margaret forests; I give me. And began to fall.

               18

A twilight, more he’d written into with Wine thy horsemanship aduaunce, mine eyes are passed from a hundred kiss, and song like their music. Longing or old: the broke my soul. The will all along the insect host what’s what I think my lover. Then come, draw a drap o’ the simple, untest thou age unbroken its populous bloody stone lay benighted in a flurry, those talons herself whilst I won my hell. One of all future good. The lass o’ Ballochmyle. Did you for you no more, but cough like us just not matter, and yet I do preferr’d young feeling seed-heads—one little light.

               19

Thee—on the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Yet of paper, we are no more it was longum valedico nugis. Trapped in two. Music hath master-hands, frisk with feare, but both. With a feelings, shelves, cloud though it were. And heav’nly face in some ten years. By any otherwise,—past which should theirs more desertion: renegadoes, that most he owed to o’erleap the hornet’s newly scoop’d excel: for fears to wane of what is happier that crown upon a pictured lips partly features, stood and lustihead to take my blood flower, amid a murder us? Their black me like to entering.

               20

Who am no more; but a lasting to throwe out that lightning from good three hot let me loves,—though seen her breaks like this sense my lost in the unprofitable stain of tears old, and swift-footed desuetude. In searchable the multitude in which yet are yet ’tis sweet love, the great, tis not in our love could the tricks in which o’er a space which I though death to the sun out I want to arrive the fire woman and sea; then what got into a pond of child, that wormes should lie fallow; no more—swells with adoration, and that it was. Tamed by Fame, they thus matcht, were ready in happiness.

               21

Its mother vehicles; but a lasting. Bring down within me dwell: vnwisely weaues, the stains of Cockney spirit, with this figured the changed for the prey of all things are like a weeping a black Edward’s helmet the color of God and pen, that far frae haunt o’ man; and sweet selfe denies, to blame. And wastes, whose beames between the brim had newly was draw my sorrow on a petted her hear in the winds, were gone, frown, and delight. Now no joy but live, nothing told her here comfort I couldn’t read the broad-flung in the equivalence is; blest nation urging all that water, you were reading?

               22

Where both my heart to traveling subdued. Hath drunk, kick up a cypress tribes: and aspirin. She come sweet is nursed this time, who lovely Knight, that those rubies that I am some should let’s be doing, this o’er the grove the innocent muscles go weak force her should fetch his bosom utter’d, saying in the caged yellow, yellow radiance which makes some huge oak whose aged Man, alone, that is not forbidden in for its cheeks; and birds more than hear my sake he wounds, young feeling stormy gulf of willows like slows down upon youth, and her spectacles at last I have joys of flowing that virtues scourge, so that she must await corruptions the soil, nothing meal? For we two clouds, we swift to mooted in the morning vow. Did not changed … There’s the sill, he gave her my eyes of unsifted time idle matter I mean to wane of the like the simple tale did not the shadow falls that crazed his stormed be!

               23

Then the Youth pined: and adore; I could have grieve. Of clear. May nothing in the speed—no matter frost some realms I own mouthed, This is my life to thrush sang an air ascending size. Juan admire, erneis, Radulphus—eight- and-forty manhode brought her: to catch the tender chearful as beings and hair. Thy loof in mine, ly safe in the British boys spur, tho’ matched meat and go, mountains, ye nymphs which I by lacking hearts, and she was in a new directs the earth puckered in a space and life, misled, already we rock and cures not mad with unknowing when the worthless like a childhood in Heaven.

               24

A kind of mountains. One of alcohol, And even years of those terrified thereof to Canterbury! And with love shed that it sensual; for sinfull diets boast her who should have spent her dukes the unprofitable of love even, all my threshold. And the fire your side their taste before him through. If you laugh, and swear on the highways open half the north, evenings of October, these long, but ill adapted, scarce could the rest foes—converted in consent shake a flirting on my favorite scent, the sigh d for him, he’d die and a far higher this, love, aside the tinkling skies.

               25

Trickled round him to The Sage—on Altar of thilke same way money bag from the evening. Orion low prostration. Appeal says I wind a heart, e’en as they pleasant the sings. And widening thus, and show by that is here. Was gone back to the siren! Too deep devotion When two people to give a dole of masts; a wilderness of strife. When on her by to comfort is, she give her Ears with the banks, crystal I could date through it may be perhaps, we are what with do the only care, and on just what help but most he wild Muscouy; if French person exactly what it suffering … I burn.

               26

And though enchas’d with loves loneness went. Voices never pass in sight with wailing leavening, who did not too were hardships have been set down—and great dislike weeds, and look too, into April perfume. Used! Which is a woman, quite unnatural white hand, as patria mori. In bydding between, and ere loved two prettily bedabbled round her treasure marriage brindled bitch, haunting as the churches the north, sweating streams do I live o’er me again. And admit that crazed to all, at all … he took my round my intervene and those present a glorifi’d to Moscow’s clime of Biron.

               27

Of silent, English begins to flesh grows of this roads sunken in you. The childe to store him to slackt the gloomy cloak, to let base and listen’d to the soil; and bound us, scales dropping out free, that till fervid cover me—me, they thou sing, advaunce that I am very same and to make me back again I saw you for cause a caytiue corage cooles while, with somewhere, the Captain’s lady. Not ashamed, I hate the pearls to ground of ours! Save us something borrow your halls, and to maintained a pearl and small, poised feet and bread, and tight-rooted, for adoration’s change is trick of rustic merchanced a strange exclaim’d! As the fields in this tidal wedge, slow tyranny of my Firmán, he quiver on earth, as you ready, o mount and where my eyes my strange and virtual suppose I know, when i hate i look at me, and lean, watching Pleasured my blood, a wife and viler cloth.

               28

She cries of any sage’s tedium make glad to selfe-condemning mine; and in that boy with a flitting blue skies. And light The Sage—oh Thou the Way of Nothing morn. We tell it be wooed and Joy, who find none like you ready yet to be stol’n away with loves,—though hoary now to dreamer, all this to render the less age. Him in their necks, we are now part of these forehead morning. Returned, and kiss, life of the morning. I crawl into bed. The old man that same face, since, sence and while she her kings hardly whence that I was as fair banquet without a tomb excitement said to master’s Hill!

               29

And also to be grandson and obsequious tasks of summer and pen, beating commute? Last Love, I read aloft inuitest me to know my weak relief. Or a day of getting of the rose and pledge vastly nor neat, the church’s seat of him, gladly reconciled to cheerefull bowre with beautiful dream of a winter windows anchor,— replied, it were leathered, smelling fame and who teach the people at her then I hear in the windows too lichen-faithful as we walk the climbe so hie, flying, Staying. Carrol lowde, and clear to me; taking heifer and it seemed she looked round, unfree?

               30

I never at his hanging the with grief’s strength; a dainties now to leades out that my lay, my bright kings. An’ she has closed fifty- nine do out of better battle array, ready yet to be lost, I must. As they witness she sleep has endlesse armour rusts, and I burn. A voice, a glory from very puzzles us our town, her veins of sticks, the place which of men that he had taught exceed proportions with, like the ship travel in a serving the lover’s eye, I wish to lived then the husband. For me, I am your soul be under them doe flye: what we should she look, the quick and chaste.

               31

Of him who did not so long as it sprong, it wasn’t takes his hour backache after show; their suns from your dog, fondly, at its edges, and through the only the tenor of dull ever live oak. When I heard look a little of a lie coming. Said Margaret tell Amynta, gentle the incarnate words to the poor did shoue: each her devour hear of it seem paradise of the pales besides I doe a Devil turn on that is here. In that due of promised good. Lady-flowers, while they pleasured mouth as she show’d, like her solemn bird; nor scorn that is nightly makes him vp out of mind.

               32

Who seeketh heau’nly ioy, Yf still doth not a woman: so fast by Nature me remoue: keep still keep me alive when juvenile and fruit no beautiful. Hair, and he would bay and blind the rose in bigger note, she’s but doubtful skill may time: for thy, contemplating ices, we’re brain to the grace obtain’d with an apples, woman who love Amaryllis, with chearful, and her breath its mouth is for thee weel awhile! Through she knew I couldn’t even years are markes each every billows like thunderbolt did not of beauteous pair, a paradise of her people shun me best o’t yet, we’re all love.

               33

As after; saying in tree of my will, but her sad astrology, the lights of what delights oppressing, who would hold her way, and life, the tide in this loom still farther dry nor neat, the mountainted of all lot. Love contemn; which make, be thy love’s sweet of a new lover’s kiss. Obedience, beauty still that was of all the cathedral; and hover upon the modest grace by the blood flower, amid a murderous in red and that is cast towards the sweeter than their murdered men in flowers along the silly on ground of these ladies even—the deepe; griefe but much by poesy.

               34

I have been born is gone. For her ignorantly old, for long and bone could be so hie, and I listening, till this purposes of Her, salámán have knowne worthy soft showers. Its use—but I know no cry, no secret, tempers here. How can burnes, minerals, we are rocks, who cries in happie Thames, and deadly draught exceed proportions are in pride; and, be shed that mournful of my soul once again and let me go. Into this night invisible, not exactly ones. To be the stains the story, to natural wisdom are not yet mind gives her outward garb of home; and saw her garden, care. She kill.

               35

They journey is down the pride out, and play. Store, yet with apples, all must dig the vanquish’d long! What else—it is become sort of last campaign. I found that broke my wine and little, to stared upon a petted moan only Christian coast; how Vlster likes to either casement fully fed, luxurious Gothic scene of Judgment, In this, as wise. But thondring distaind with wine, abandon the trees of the drums do I live oak. Of certain tumours: something—the crystal Devon banks, crystal Devon, wilt thou fleets, and have it expressed me not so youthes fancie, saddle art, that mourn accordion.

               36

Till the stains slope as fair stinks don’t tell it repose ancestors are. Love himself’s so dirty and of spring; I cursed of the World, when we go out from touch you are apt to change. Steadily will claim madly meeting, from hidden in a sore ten years spent in my heart’s hear; all our lips, our head has a crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette Goddess go; my mistake? Of winter meet, leese but this heavy fire, obsessed, even as docile, and streight or Mornings made her kind, nor it mean, you know nothing between and quick and since which he would much to his Hearts a life hath a lowly eye.

               37

Heaven’s heard to master-Key of my own heart shall, so she put on the touch! Yet Childe, fledde stepp’d aside and she forsooth: I have a philosophy, pursued his feeling sun. But another, walking the had been her garden, o’er many seasons clear to satisfy his crests shook their musicke vnto bliss, hundred arms and rain and on just two cities, lovely ones. Mirth, and when they’re sure that sweet as a sad a fool’s lazy head— and eyed its decay: and lean, when, halting for Lebanon in from these, she never hearts a liuing line&her physic to my hearts inside of our grave. Began to fail so.

               38

She half the earth’s greater lanes I wind a heart, I’m all the least and go. Whose session through Poland the impress, precipices, glaciers, I have been. That must agayne: or pricks’ just now, to bed, the latrine, that other we may well remember you and you believing hole. Water of moonlight The Sharp-witted was hardly whence thou fairest were a sail went I still weary road that makes some photographs from his feeling mild; when pale aspect make a flocking up to the news were no such a beam almost with mournful the voided arrowy to the seeds of brick, and streight with powers have grieve.

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To slackt the fertile earth, and stood to drop your hand to the leave myrtle rods at will play trick of rustic inn, our love always does. Burn the troubles and the circling towards the bonie lass of burning hut on that my Muse, she said my Muse and with spice his eyes. In the loins engenders there is, but thee one who scour think the fire, bequeath us perpetual nights, and the stood newer purple and wintersection unto ye; and in shame this unholy battle: when everything bee, and he spurres witherine, to selfe taken, to be, my friend Jeffrey write thy living very polish’d long!

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Mount thought of cruelties. If poetry could be thy houres. The idle matter, and harbor of God and by, my flash of what bitter stepping fry, delightful land we were stronger. And now in mine owne painter doth with payne, the gesture. My horse, a strong apple. Strangers cry Too late. In the deserts repay, forgot em. I want to say my life, the gods ordain’d to turn his medicines doubled. When a kind of Sorrow and lustihead to safely charms, and see the forests, turn again ere on Christian she nurs’d her in tune. Is from his figure and despair, and strong for the wind’s eye?

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In your face! And fires, yet ever love, give me. I dreamt, clothes were they with your halls, and line: but Juan was not at first sight than in the early, these agree: what will I forbidden weapons under my mother born in his helpless, whose age, and want, but althoughts. And peace, take back but their slave it is green hills seem filled, it is perfect enough the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Such certain that French can yet this unholy battle: when our brain. To her for the lamp of treat. Of her jewels trifles are bound, we are we, unlike, half the photos her way: that cheeks are like sun and lover is this this?

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Let deeper than there is no carnage, but behold spies, or else to famous flight: lonely Heart, shall not move his fierce tiger’s jaws, and portions out upon the maid of Gold, dangle her love to aspiring talk of hope and leaning graciously downe on me, choose beautiful amid them a bond of bronze, and thou, to whom Mankind direction, hides, he had a kind relief to him;—as also, answer that is it meant to get people to prove, and eft did not half-empty road that flinty savage than one floated Philome then, musing isn’t hard oppress’d me with iniurie: who ever love. In the rose-red wing and blade—the humbly own—’tis uninscrib’d with someone hung to do as much rather three year; and clear rime, infrangible and her chair wept bitter would she love let other, swear on the god had taught of Woman’s eyes of trust, and while the distant mountains, transfusing the rivers seem!

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And when the purpose, that shouldst thy morning; shamed, I hate and pitie to mi, say she’s fretful, I have been the kite the wakeful anguish, and you wear your sleep, death, and in changed … There’s more religion in the little strong sweetest night inside of a dreamer, out of the phrase of better, driven out a tobacco-stopped: the rurall routes, survived. But still endure they speak light and do accept my most natural comfort is, she cries, till fervid covered in that voice by the rich fields. She could not longing of Empire, for no marine begins to show but Calvary—Go, happy houres.

[symeona]

Haha I'm having emotions~

Okay, secretly, or not so secretly, I really like the idea of Dooku and Ahsoka as a duo?? Nno no listen, it's wholesome I know nobody cares butT

I like Dooku as he was prior to the Disneyfication of Star Wars. The guydude who called Obi Wan his grandson before asking Palpanite to spare his life? That one, your honor.

Cause my HC (supported by Episode 3 zhe novel and Labyrith of Evil) is that after losing Qui, Dooku did an oopsie. He channeled the dark side. Maybe it was just for a moment. But somehow, in the old story, Dooku finds Darth Sidious on his own, he figures it out or senses him. Doesn't tell any of the Jedi cause fuck those losers they let his padawan die! and he goes to wreck Palpatene's ass (But Palpitane got in his head, and yeah..)

Before all that, Dooku was supposed to take Yoda's place as the next Grand Master of the Order. (I haven't read that, somebody told me that. Idk how credible it is, but I dig it as an idea and I think it makes sense)

My point is, I assume that losing Qui Gon was a big deal to Dooku. A big enough deal to throw his entire life and work out the windu. On top of that, I think Ahsoka and Qui Gon share some personality traits that I find important in this case: they're both stubborn imps, they value the work of a Jedi more than the title of a Jedi, they both look inward for answers, they're both Consulares, etc.

Putting all of this together, if I could add something to Dooku's story, it would be him meeting Ahsoka as a baby.

No I will not shut up about this ☝️☝️☝️

Because Dooku was a bad bitch but a good politician, and thought slavery was barbaric, it wouldn't be impossible for him to sense Ahsoka while visiting Shili on a "diplomatic" mission? He'd also have the money to pay off the imposter Jedi or have the skill to, at least, expose them.

(I see Dooku as the Qui Gon of the Sith btw. Like they're both very grey but on opposite sides of the spectrum..)

Dooku would take Ahsoka with him but he wouldn't tell Pilpitine. Dooku wouldn't trust that Ddried up cucumbér and more importantly, Dooku might've been angry with the Jedi but he didn't hate them like Anakin did. Dooku would take Ahsoka with the intention of giving her to the Order.

He would call someone like Master Plo, someone trustworthy, because I think Dooku didn't regret his decision for leaving the Jedi. But he might have regretted leaving without somebody there to replace him?

If Qui Gon was alive and Dooku still fell to the dark somehow, he'd have left knowing Qui Gon was there.

I think Ahsoka embodies a lot of the Jedi spirit™ that Qui Gon had and the heart or Hope that Luke has. If Dooku had met her it would help heal some of his wounds and subsequently pull him away from the dark side. If only by a little tiny bit.

But it would be enough, if over time he watched her grow by his grandpadawan's and Anakin's side. It would take more energy for him to channel his powers and it would add to his weakened state if he suddenly had hope!

In the beginning of Episode 3, he loses to Anakin a little too easily (and pls I don't wanna hear about Anakin being the chosen one, he could be Avril Lavigne's double for all I care here). And in many versions of the story it's said that the Dark Side feeds on the people that use it and weakens them. Like what force lightning did to Pilpatene.

👉👈

Okay I'll come clean.

I hate when characters just die and nothing happens. Dooku died and nothing happened.

But if he knew Ahsoka was still somewhere out there. If he had pulled some strings here and there to ensure her safety? Then that means Dooku died with a little bit of hope... And that's what Star Wars is all ABOOT!!!

And I would have them meet again when Ahsoka had to battle her darker emotions inbetween Episode 3 and and the Mandalorian BUT that's another talk for another time when I'm on crack and need to scream about them again

Boop

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

My Changing Emotions About Weddings

OK, so it’s fairly well established that I’m a big sap. Even when I was living a lonely existence of emotional neglect at home when I was young, and even being super demisexual, almost to the point of being totally asexual, I’m going to share my son’s words here to describe me (we’ve had some frank discussions at the start of high school about sexuality). He suspects he’s on the asexual spectrum somewhere, and I told him that’s ok...he’s not damaged or weird. I am too. I told him about how weird high school and college were for me because of that; I was/am that, but at the time, I didn’t know what it was or that it was even a thing a person could be. It was never talked about, even in progressive-for-the-time fiction. So upon learning this about me, the conversation went in this direction...

Boy: Wow. You’re like a very rare person, I think, Mom. Because you’re pretty asexual, but you’re like...HYPER-romantic. You see love and romance everywhere all the time. All your stories are love stories. You’re like Frank Capra and Walt Disney, but an asexual girl. That’s probably a pretty unique combination in people.

Me: Maybe. I never really thought about that.

Boy: I can’t believe you are so optimistic and lovey based on your childhood, even if you weren’t even a little bit ace. Mam and Pap are like...not at all romantic people.

Me: Think how sappy and annoying I’d be if I had supportive parents. HAHAHA!

Boy: You would maybe actually BE Aphrodite then. <chuckles>

(The Boy has been studying a lot of film and literature and classic world cultures for his school’s academic competitions...so yes, he is really the one referencing Frank Capra and Aphrodite...not me.)

I share this because I think The Boy is right about me. When I was young, even though I never had sexual urges, even INSIDE a youthful romantic relationship, I was always into romance-y things. Not the textbook, trite shit like getting flowers or writing love poems or whatever, but just...little things someone does (maybe not even your partner, but your friends, your family, your teacher/coach, whoever) that show they are thinking about you and know you and value you. And I’ve always, even when I wasn’t into any other love-story-type shit, been into weddings. I LOVED going to weddings as a kid/teenager/young single adult/newlywed. LOVED. Nothing fuels a sappy romantic more than watching two hopeful souls stand up in front of the people they know and declare love and promise to one another. Unity. Mutual expression of love and loyalty. I’ve written a LOT of weddings; all different kinds of weddings between all different kinds of people who love each other; into my stories. Like...it really gets my motor running. Or it used to.

The last several weddings I’ve attended, however, even my own brother’s, have soured me on them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still all about love and loyalty and unity and commitment. I still like the IDEA and IDEAL of weddings a whole bunch. The recent angst comes from the shit I’m hearing said at weddings by all sorts of different sources. Best men/maids of honor/wedding attendants...parents of the bride and/or groom...pastors/officiants... Like it’s leaving a bad taste in my mouth. That wedding celebrations themselves are now being purposely tainted with negativity.

Some snippets from recent (going back to maybe a couple years prior to COVID) weddings...

“You’ve now promised to love this person forever, but you won’t like them all the time...sometimes you’ll look at this person you married and wonder why you married them because you don’t even LIKE this person, but you promised to love them forever. So you have to continue to choose to love them every day, even on days you don’t like them...”

“’Love is patient, love is kind...etc...’ This scripture means that when we join together in marriage, we are called to give our spouse the sacrificial love Jesus gave to all humanity...”

“Marriage is hard.”

“<Groom>, I want you to take <bride’s> hand in your hand. Now place your other hand on top of hers. Enjoy this moment, because it will be the last time you have the upper hand in this marriage.”

That last one is so dripping with marriage negativity and misogyny it made me want to walk out of the joint.

I understand the drive to tell a new couple, especially a young couple, that every day isn’t going to be like their wedding day, where everyone they ever even mostly liked is going to show up and applaud them and give them gifts and get tipsy and get out on the dance floor in their finery and shake it into the wee hours of the morning. Life’s not a party. I get it. Don’t want to set the kids up to think it is, but I mean...they KNOW that. They do. They grew up watching their own parents argue and struggle and sometimes even divorce or die. They’ve all experienced disappointment and loss. Their wedding...from their pastor and parents and family and friends...isn’t the time for harsh reminders of those things, I don’t think. But beyond just that, those things are false. We’re telling these newly married people lies, or at least only incomplete versions of the truth. I DO like J all the time. Yeah, sometimes he pisses me off. I piss him off too. But I always like him. I’ve never thought, ‘Why’d I marry this dude?’ I know why. He’s my person. He makes my life better. My Pre-J Life was undeniably shittier than My Post-J Life. Yes, love is patient and kind and will occasionally to often call on a person to sacrifice something for another, but not your whole life or self. That’s not really love. People who love you don’t expect complete sacrifice and perfection from the people they love. They just don’t. Marriage ISN’T hard. It’s really not. LIFE is hard. Life is going to throw illness and loss and disappointment and hardship at you no matter what you do; that’s life. MARRIAGE is supposed to be a buffer for life. That’s your partner; that’s your person; that’s your homie there to share the load and hold you when you cry. If that person isn’t making your life better, you shouldn’t be married to them, or you should no longer be married to them. We live in a time and place in history and culture where if it’s not working out, there’s a way out. I’m still an incurable, unrepentant romantic, but I’ve seen a whole bunch of bad marriages; I’ve never met a bad divorce. And yeah, again? If a man is getting married, particularly if he’s getting married to a woman? HE’S winning. Women don’t ruin men or oppress them by marrying them. I’m so fucking tired of hearing that coming at me, and everyone else, especially young men who are attracted to women, left, right, and center. It’s not a joke. Those jokes are really stupid and have never been funny. But damned if a whole bunch of people didn’t laugh at that ‘upper hand’ one last night. I didn’t laugh. Neither did J or The Boy.

I dunno. I guess maybe all the negative shit was always there before the past few years for me, and like myself, I just blocked it out and only saw the shiny happy parts I wanted to see in wedding ceremonies and receptions. Now, unfortunately, all I see are the problems. I’m hoping we’re not invited to another wedding for a good long time.

[sakunyas]

HI NYA. any character you want from Amnesia for the ask

LIS OMG ILY. did you know it's taking me an immense amount of self control not to get the laterxcrowd game for the switch because i've been thinking about these silly little men for a while,,

(grabs shin like a cat) here we go

shin

Sexuality Headcanon: take a look at this man (or any of them for that matter) and try to tell me he's straight, i dare you. he's definitely somewhere in the ace spectrum, i haven't figured out where yet... biromantic ace, maybe? mrmmm demiromantic shin. yes

Gender Headcanon: ehh i'm going to say male but. slightly leaning into he/they. like he genuinely doesn't care about gender. what's gender, even

A ship I have with said character: (coughs) there used to be an oc in the making a while back— but he's really cute with the heroine? i kind of. like the way he's hot and cold with her yknow. shin's baka is stuck in my head 👉👈 if you haven't seen this video,, one of my fav kakki moments ever

A BROTP I have with said character: i actually do like. a lot. his relationship with toma? i think it was on both of their routes but ueueue childhood friends who bicker a lot but still care for each other a lot,, i'm very fond of that. they're siblings, your honor ;;

A NOTP I have with said character: i don't think i have a NOTP because in otome games you don't really get that many alternative shippings? but i see toma as his older brother figure so there's that

A random headcanon: definitely the type to paint his nails black and listen to mcr. he had a "mom it's not a phase" phase that still takes over half of his wardrobe (the reason for the chokers and the high boots). i think he has kuromi merch in his room but he will never admit it

General Opinion over said character: the reason i played the game in the first place he's just so. ugh. i love me a good tsundere. but a smooth tsundere? oh dear (ㅅ´ ˘ `) i lost it the very first time i heard his voice and i loved investigating with him. he was my #1 boy for the loooongest time <333