#love the things you love unapologetically

[dulcescorderitas]

clark leaned against the locker room door, his eyes blazing with an unmistakable crimson hue. the cocky smirk tugging at the corner of his lips wasn’t just charming—it was downright infuriating. red kryptonite had turned smallville’s golden boy into a swaggering, irreverent bad boy, and he knew exactly how to wield that dangerous edge.

“y’know,” he drawled, tilting his head lazily as his gaze slid over you, unhurried and electric, “i’ve got a talent most boyfriends don’t. i see things… things other guys can only dream of.” his voice was low, gravelly, a sinful mix of arrogance and tease.

you folded your arms, feeling the heat of his stare as though it had a weight of its own. “what are you talking about, clark?” you snapped, pretending the flush on your cheeks was from annoyance and not the way he was looking at you—like he already owned every inch of your body.

clark chuckled, a deep, wicked sound, and stepped closer, the space between you crackling with tension. his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket, but his posture screamed dominance. “oh, don’t play coy,” he said, his eyes flashing to yours briefly before dipping lower again. “lacy red with a little bow in the front? cute. but maybe next time, try something sheer. you’re hiding a masterpiece under there.”

your breath caught in your throat, indignation and something darker surging through you. “excuse me?!” you hissed, your hand instinctively tugging your skirt down. “did you just…?”

“did i just use my x-ray vision to admire my girl’s panties?” clark interrupted, leaning down so his lips were just a breath from your ear. his voice dropped, husky and unapologetic. “damn right i did.”

your heart was pounding now, a wild rhythm of embarrassment and excitement. “you’re unbelievable,” you muttered, trying to keep your composure. but it was hard to stay indignant when he had that smug, wolfish grin on his face, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

“and you’re gorgeous,” he shot back effortlessly, stepping even closer, his body brushing against yours. “seriously, babe, you should’ve seen yourself bending over to pick up your books earlier. let’s just say it made gym class a hell of a lot more interesting.”

“you are impossible, clark kent,” you said, but your voice wavered, betraying the growing heat between you two. his confidence, his audacity—it was intoxicating.

“impossible?” he echoed, finally pulling his hands free of his pockets and bracketing you against the lockers. “maybe. but you love it.” his lips hovered dangerously close to yours, his smirk softening just enough to be almost sweet—almost. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i’ll keep your little secret safe… for now.”

[solaceseven]

inked

↳ summary: after two weeks apart, Gojo comes home to a surprise—your love, permanently inked into your skin.

→ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x fem!reader

→ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff

→ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: tattoo mentioned. unprotected soft sex. nothing crazy tbh.

→ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k+

Nerves you hadn’t anticipated began to bubble up, weaving their way through your chest and settling just beneath your skin. They were spurred on by the text sitting on your phone:

“10 minutes out. See you soon. I love you.”

Two weeks. Two long weeks without Gojo Satoru, two weeks in a bed that felt impossibly empty without him sprawling across it. Seeing him again after he’d been away was always exciting—but this time, there was an edge of nervousness that made your hands clammy and your mind spiral with doubts you knew weren’t real.

Your fingers hovered over the soft fabric of your shirt, pressing lightly against your ribs where the new addition to your body lay hidden. It had been an idea you’d toyed with for months, one fueled by Shoko’s persistent reassurances that Gojo would love it, that it was exactly the kind of thing he’d appreciate. Her encouragement had been the final push you needed, convincing you to do it while Gojo was away on one of his longer missions.

You’d planned everything down to the smallest detail, keeping it secret for weeks, and now, as the faint hum of his cursed energy swept through the apartment and the sound of his key turning in the door filled the air, you realized the moment was finally here.

Gojo Satoru was nothing if not consistent. The moment he stepped through the door, he dropped his bags unceremoniously by the entrance and came looking for you, the one reason he didn’t mind coming back from a mission, the one reason this place felt like home. You felt his presence before you saw him—a ripple of cursed energy that always seemed to announce his arrival—and then his arms were around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.

His lips found the side of your neck, brushing a soft kiss against the exposed skin just above the neckline of the sweatshirt you wore. His sweatshirt, really.

“Hey, you,” you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips as your hand moved to rest over his forearm. It was impossible not to smile when Satoru was involved. “Mission go okay?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, his lips trailing lazily up and down your neck, each touch slow and deliberate. “Missed you.”

Your fingers reached back instinctively, tangling in the soft strands of his hair at the nape of his neck. “Missed you too, Satoru,” you murmured, voice warm and steady. “Always.”

He smiled against your neck, his lips brushing just below your ear before pulling back. His hands slid to your hips, gently tugging you, silently asking for you to turn toward him. You didn’t hesitate, shifting to face him, and the second you did, his lips were on yours. The kiss was slow, steady, and all-consuming, reminding you exactly why every long mission, every restless night without him, every aching moment spent apart, was worth it.

It was worth it because Gojo Satoru loved you. He loved you in a way you once thought was impossible for someone like him, someone so untouchable, so larger than life. He loved you in a way you never thought possible for yourself, in a way that felt like it had been pulled from a story, something too good to be real.

But it was real. Gojo Satoru loved you deeply, with everything he was. He loved you with an intensity that could both quiet the noise of the world and fill it with endless laughter. It seeped into the cracks of your life, filling spaces you hadn’t realized were empty. He loved you loudly, in ways that made your heart race, but also quietly, in the moments when his care spoke louder than words.

Gojo Satoru loved with a kind of intensity that could make your head spin, unrelenting and unapologetic. He wasn’t subtle—subtlety wasn’t in his nature. He’d pull you into his arms without warning, spinning you around just to hear you laugh, or press endless kisses to your face while you half-heartedly swatted at him, knowing it would only encourage him.

He’d take every opportunity to be close to you, tangling himself around you on the couch during movie nights, even if it meant he barely watched the screen. Sometimes, he’d lean in far too close while you were in the middle of a task, resting his chin on your shoulder and grinning as he distracted you with some ridiculous joke or a kiss just behind your ear. Satoru loved loudly, with every part of him. It was in the way he intertwined your lives so completely that it was impossible to tell where his affection stopped and your happiness began. He never gave halfway—it was always all or nothing, and with you, it was always all. Being loved by Gojo meant being smothered in warmth, in laughter, in his ever-present need to remind you, in a thousand ways, that you were his whole world.

Gojo’s hands slipped under your sweatshirt, his touch warm and unhurried as his lips captured yours in a kiss that left no space for doubt or hesitation. His fingers brushed against your skin as he pushed the fabric higher, pausing just long enough for you to pull back and let him tug it over your head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

His mouth found your neck again, hot and deliberate, his hands steady as he guided you onto his lap at the edge of the bed, your legs wrapping around him like it was second nature. His fingers ghosted over your skin, tracing up your sides, brushing over your back, and then gliding back down in a rhythm that made your breath catch. His lips moved lower, trailing over your collarbone, leaving gentle nips that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I… did something,” you murmured, your voice soft as your hand combed through his snowy hair. His lips stilled, and he pulled back, blue eyes locking onto yours, curious and patient.

“For me?” he asked, his voice tinged with playful disbelief, though his expression softened as he searched your face. Gojo could wait forever when it came to you—especially when you were perched on his lap, his hands steady on your thighs, your cheeks flushed in a way that made his heart stutter.

You nodded, taking a breath, but instead of standing up or moving away, you shifted slightly, your fingers drifting to your ribs. Gojo’s gaze followed, and his playful smirk faded the moment he saw it—the delicate ink etched into your skin, just beneath your breast.

Gojo shifted forward, his hand hovering hesitantly before his fingertips brushed the delicate addition to your skin. The touch was so light you almost didn’t feel it, but then he did it again, this time with a little more pressure, as if grounding himself in the reality of what he was seeing. His other arm curled securely around your waist, pulling you close as his eyes focused on the small, black script etched into your ribs.

Just two lowercase letters—that was all. A single lowercase g and a single lowercase s. Simple, yet it was so much more than that. It was for him, a tattoo for him, because of your love for him. Or maybe, really, because of his love for you. No one loved you like Gojo Satoru did. It was the kind of love that made you believe it couldn’t have been an accident. You were certain you’d loved him in lifetimes past, and you’d love him again in lifetimes to come, because no one could love like this without practice.

His breath caught, and for once, he was speechless. His hand reached out, tentative and reverent, as his fingertips brushed over the tattoo again, slower this time. He didn’t say anything for a long moment, his wide-eyed wonder making your chest tighten.

“You…” he finally started, his voice soft and unsteady in a way you rarely heard. “You did this… for me?”

You nodded, the movement small and almost hesitant, your eyes searching his face for a reaction. His breath caught again, and his hand, still resting lightly on your waist, tightened just slightly, as if anchoring himself.

Gojo’s gaze dropped back to the tattoo, his fingertips brushing over the ink with a reverence that made your chest ache. He didn’t speak again for a long moment, his wide-eyed wonder making it clear that, for once, the words weren’t coming easily. Instead, he traced the delicate letters over and over, his touch warm and deliberate, like he was trying to etch the memory into himself as deeply as the ink was etched into your skin.

“I love you too,” he said finally, his voice low and uncharacteristically soft.

Too because that’s what this told him so clearly, without a single word spoken. Too because you’d marked yourself with his initials, a permanent reminder that no one else could ever hold your heart, though he’d always known that to be true. Too because no one had ever loved him as effortlessly or as completely as you did, and Gojo was determined to make sure you knew how deeply he cherished the way you loved him.

Gojo’s eyes lingered on the tattoo, his fingers tracing the delicate letters like he was trying to memorize every curve and line. Then, without a word, he leaned in and kissed you, soft and deliberate, pouring all his unspoken gratitude into the connection.

You kissed him back, your hands cradling his face as his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. It wasn’t until your fingertips brushed his cheek that you noticed the dampness there. Slowly, you pulled back, your breath catching at the sight of a tear sliding down his face.

A tender smile tugged at your lips as you brought your thumb to his cheek, brushing the tear away gently. “Baby,” you whispered, the word filled with so much warmth it made his breath hitch.

He let out a soft, shaky laugh, leaning into your touch, his hand still firm on your waist. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice low but steady, full of meaning. “So much.”

You pressed a kiss to his forehead before his lips found yours again, this time with more urgency. The kiss was deeper now, his grip on your waist tightening as you shifted in his lap. When your hips rolled against his, a low groan escaped him, muffled against your mouth, his hand pressing you down, encouraging the movement.

Gojo Satoru didn’t just love you—he showed you in every touch, every kiss, and every quiet moment. It was overwhelming, consuming, and so uniquely him, leaving no room for doubt that you were his everything.

Gojo’s lips trailed along your jaw, down your neck, and across your collarbone, unhurried and deliberate. He was never one to rush moments like this, savoring every touch, every kiss, every second he could have with you. His mouth moved lower, pressing soft kisses over your chest until he reached the tattoo. His fingers brushed against the ink as his lips hovered over it, and he mumbled something, his voice low and nearly inaudible.

You caught fragments—half-formed “I love you’s” that spilled out like they were too big to stay trapped in his chest. His lips pressed to the tattoo once, then again, and again, as if he was trying to make his love sink deeper into your skin, becoming another part of you.

“I need you, baby,” you murmured, your fingers threading through his soft hair as you gently pulled him back, reminding him that you were still in his lap, ready for more than just his kisses.

His lips curved into a smile against your skin before he looked up, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. “I need you too,” he whispered, his voice rough and full of want.

You fumbled with your clothes together, hands reluctant to leave each other’s skin even as you tried to shed the layers between you. When you finally managed, Gojo pulled you back into his lap immediately, his hands finding your hips as though they belonged there. His lips were back on your neck, his fingers gently kneading your skin as he whispered, “I love you,” against your shoulder, over and over, like a mantra.

His hands guided you as you placed yours on his shoulders, lifting yourself just enough to let him align with you. His breath caught as you slowly sank down, your hips meeting his in a motion so deliberate it made his eyes flutter shut. For a moment, he didn’t move, letting himself feel everything—the warmth of your skin, the way you fit so perfectly with him, and the overwhelming love that seemed to buzz in the air between you.

When his eyes opened again, they met yours, pupils blown and lips parted, every ounce of his love for you written across his face. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his hands tightening on your hips, grounding himself in you as you both began to move together.

Gojo’s hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you in a slow, deliberate rhythm on his lap. His touch was strong but teasing, pulling you forward, then pressing you back, encouraging you to move exactly the way he wanted. His mouth was relentless, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses everywhere he could reach.

His lips found yours first, the kiss deep and dizzying, stealing the breath from your lungs before he moved to your neck. His tongue and teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, pulling soft, broken moans from you that he drank up like they were his favorite sound. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction.

He kissed lower, his lips brushing across your collarbones, lingering there in a way that made your head tilt back, your hands tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck. His groan vibrated against your skin, his hands starting to wander, no longer content to stay still.

His fingers skimmed over your thighs, kneading the soft flesh before sliding up your hips, pressing into your skin as if trying to leave a mark. They trailed to the small of your back, where his touch had you gasping and arching into him, then down your arms, brushing over your wrists and tangling with your hands in his hair.

“God, you feel so good,” he whispered, his tone rough and needy as his lips returned to yours, claiming you in another kiss that left no doubt about what he wanted.

All you could feel was him—his touch, his lips, the heat of his body pressed against yours—and all he seemed to want was more of you. The way he whispered your name, the way his hands gripped and slid over your skin, told you he wasn’t going to stop until every inch of you was his tonight.

“I love you, Satoru,” you whispered, your voice catching as his lips brushed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that he undoubtedly felt.

His head dipped lower, his lips trailing over your skin until they found the tattoo that had already become his favorite part of you. He kissed it softly, reverently, like it was a sacred promise made just for him.

You didn’t have to say you loved him again—not in this lifetime. It was there, inked into your skin, a mark that said it all. It was a message for him and him alone, a declaration that your love was as endless as his, something he would carry with him forever.

His hands slid over your body, one brushing against the tattoo as if grounding himself in the reality of it, the other slipping between your bodies. His touch was slow but deliberate, fingers teasing until they coaxed a gasp from your lips. His lips returned to your neck, murmuring soft words about how beautiful you were, how perfect, how much he loved you.

“Satoru,” you moaned, your fingers gripping his shoulders as his movements sent you spiraling. You felt the tension building in his body, the way he was unraveling with you, and the realization only heightened your own release. His name tumbled from your lips like a prayer as he whispered yours against your skin, his voice low and breathless, grounding you both in this moment.

When it was over, you collapsed against him, your face pressed into the crook of his neck as you caught your breath. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close as though he couldn’t bear to let you go.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice softer now, his lips brushing against your temple.

“I love you so much, Satoru,” you replied, your voice steady, filled with the weight of your emotions.

“I know,” he said, his tone serious but tender. It wasn’t arrogance—it was certainty. He understood the weight behind the two small letters forever etched into your skin. He knew this wasn’t a fleeting love or the kind you’d given to anyone before him.

Your love was his anchor, a safe harbor he could return to no matter what storms came his way. It was a promise, a forever mark that would hold him together when the world threatened to pull him apart.

And in return, Gojo Satoru loved you in every way he could—with his words, his touch, his whole being—but most of all, he loved the way you loved him.

[sagstelliums]

𝑴𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 (𝒑𝒂𝒄)

𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝟭

I see that your loved ones want you to pray more and don’t be afraid to ask for what you need, they want you to connect more with your spiritual side so you can ground yourself. They want you to work on finding more balance so you can have more peace, balance your feminine and masculine energy. They want you to be aware of your potential and know that you can have anything you want if you set your mind to it, there’s endless opportunities for you so be more confident and optimistic. Don’t think that you have struggle for everything, sometimes things aren’t supposed to be hard so force something that doesn’t feel easy. Be more thankful for what you have currently so that you can receive more, be more giving without expecting things in return. Signs- Capricorn, Taurus. Capricorn in the 2nd house, Pisces in the 11th house. Initials- K, L, X, N

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I see that your loved ones want you to be more patient with yourself, continue to heal and open up your heart chakra more. Your loved ones want you to get out of a scarcity mentality, don’t focus so much on saving and keeping your finances to yourself that you’re not treating yourself or taking of yourself. They want you to know that there’s enough abundance to go around, instead of giving so much to others you should focus more on you and what you want/need. Express yourself more and be unapologetically you, speak up more for yourself and voice your opinion more. Don’t hold yourself back and cut off people that tries to hold you back or confine you, surrender to the divine and listen to your intuition. Don’t be afraid of change because change is needed to make things better, there’s a transformation on the way or a change that you know you need to make. Be more present and in the moment, take some time to yourself and isolate for a little. You have to learn the difference between your intuition and paranoia or fearful thoughts. Signs- cancer/pisces. Cancer in the 12th house/pisces in the 12th house. Initials- F, A, N

ᑭIᒪᗴ 3

I see that your loved ones want you to listen to your intuition more because it’ll help you get out of the rut or stuck energy you’re in, your intuition will help you with your creative energy especially if it’s blocked. Your sacral chakra and third eye chakra may be very active right now and you should listen to your body and emotions more, you need to balance and ground yourself more and don’t rush yourself so much or feel like you’re running out of time. You need to recognize your potential and your uniqueness, cleanse and protect your energy more/don’t be afraid to set healthy boundaries. You need to learn more about yourself and push your limits more so that you know your potential and what you’re capable of. Signs- Capricorn/libra. Capricorn in 7th house/Capricorn in 6th house. Initals- S, I, V, Z, K

Personal readings always available!

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[demonslayerunhinged]

Uhm...hello...oh my god, okay, this is my first time doing this so I probably should apologize in advance for I just know this is going to be a big yap session (there'll definitely be a question, trust).

I'm rather new to the KnY fandom so I haven't really completed the manga yet (as in, analyzed it) although I've gotten all the Spoilers I could get. I've read the light novels to an extent, too)

Sanemi really became my favourite character although it was a connection I couldn't really explain or express since he unfortunately remains one of the most hated characters in DS, and yes I began shipping Giyuu x Sanemi even though many people seem to think that's weird and came out of the blue.

A Pinterest pin with a link to your page; a post where you had a theory that Sanemi had some form of anxiety...and boy am I grateful to the person who made that post, I've been hooked to your blog ever since.

So, uhm, first of all let me just say that I love all your writings. They're convincing, elaborate, and the amount of research you've put into them is mind blowing! The Obanai analysis, the fandom discourse, to name a few, are some of my favourites. I've only read a few, so you might've already made a post answering a question similar to this, but uh...lemme ignore that. Okay, that's enough...onto the questions.

I wanted to ask you about Giyuu and Sanemi's relationship. One thing critics love to say is that their relationship would be "toxic." (That Giyuu's uncommunicative ways will be irritating and unbearable for Sanemi and since he's shown to be rather impatient, he'd lash out and Giyuu will only become even more quiet.) I genuinely want to know what you'd have to say about this. I can already tell you're an unapologetic GiyuuSane shipper, so I wanna know, as I don't know much about their relationship myself, but found that I adored the ship so much it became too much to bear.

Another thing is about Demon Slayer itself. I'm almost very sure that you are aware of how many people criticize the show. I've fallen in love with KnY and I genuinely want to understand why it's hated so much. So far I've been hearing that KnY is badly, poorly written; it has one-dimensional/ one-sided characters, sucks at world-building, is inconsistent, overrated, mid, cliché, unoriginal and what not. I've seen somebody make a freaking hour-long YouTube video on why DS is that bad. (I'm unsure if you've seen it, though.) Some people say there's way too much plot armour and the villains got nerfed, that Douma vs Shinobu fight was just the author rushing things; apparently the ending was rushed too. Its pacing was "horrible" the backstory dumping and the endless monologue is annoying to them, and "the only personality the characters ever have is their backstory." Someone even commented "the characters are basically caricatures with catchphrases."

I've heard that Obanai's character is boring, inconsistent and lacked development (that his character can literally be summed to "I hate all women except Mitsuri"), that Zenitsu is annoying, terribly written and is wasted potential, that Kanao is a typical Y/N character and that the Kamado siblings are nothing special, and are extremely generic and boring (especially Nezuko, she seemingly has zero personality.) Idk much, but there are some posts on Pinterest saying that all the canon ships except the Uzuis have poor writing. Even Giyuu seems to be a "Wattpad mafia lord who acts like he's carrying too much pain." Basically they're saying the characters are one-sided, lacking in development, mid, the villains are auraless, the anime is cliché and has nothing unique to it, and the only thing that carries KnY is Ufotable's animation.

Now the reason I'm writing to you is because I really, really want to know what your opinion on this is. I mostly think perspectives differ based on how people define "good" or "bad" writing, everyone has varied views; however as much as I want to defend an anime I've surprisingly grown embarrassingly attached too, I think you're better qualified. It hurts when people attack something that's close to your heart, even if it is just a bunch of pixels. I'm probably stupid to get affected by mere criticisms of a damn ANIME this much, but unfortunately this doesn't seem like something I can control. I am a deranged, cowardly escapist so I didn't even watch the criticisms properly but got the gist of it.

Uhm...yeah, I'm very sorry if I sound demanding, you can take your time, it doesn't matter how long it takes to reply (it's okay if you don't even want to reply, needed to get this off my chest to someone somehow), please don't stress yourself out, I've seen all the amazing titles you're preparing for, wish you luck.

(Okay I'll stop now. Sorry.)

Hey Anon,

I hope you're doing well.

Not gonna lie your ask made me tear up a bit especially towards the end of it because I get you, I get you so, so fucking much. Being a Demon Slayer fan, specifically an English-speaking Demon Slayer fan, is tough. It's like everywhere you look, all you see is negativity towards the series. At some point, you start to feel like you're the only one, you start to doubt yourself and feel, just as you described, crazy and deranged for getting so emotionally attached to such a'mid' anime series.

But lemme tell you this. Fuck those guys. Never be embarrassed for getting emotionally attached to a piece of media, that's what makes you human, it means that you have the time to critically assess and think about what you watch instead of just consuming it mindlessly. Creators LOVE people like you, and I'm absolutely sure that Gotogue-sensei would be touched that her work means so much to you. It's better to be attached or be a stan of something than to be a mindless bot wading through life with no passion for anything.

And I'm not just saying this because I'm also a deranged fan. This applies to any piece of media or any anime series. You know your heart, you know what you've been through in life, you know how life especially in this century is so fucking hard where it seems like everything is trying to crush you, where it feels like you're constantly trying to keep your head afloat in a vast ocean of despair being weighed down by, well, everything and if you find that one life raft that keeps you above the surface, that one thing that allows you to keep on going, that one ray of sunshine that makes you think hey maybe the world isn't so bad, as long as you’re in your lane, just enjoying KnY and engaging with the fandom in a positive way then who the FUCK are those barely sentient pieces of shit to take it away from you?

So with that being said, let's explore your concerns

SaneGiyuu is toxic

I feel the reason people think it’s a toxic ship is because a huge chunk of the fandom tends to infantilize Giyuu and vilify Sanemi. Which is a side effect of the lack of media literacy and shallowness that a lot of people possess.

Giyuu is always made out to be this soft, quiet, uwu-baby boy who is in need of protection because he's constantly bullied by the big, scary meanies like Sanemi and Obanai. Which people with working brains will know is far from the truth; Sanemi and Obanai talk shit about him yes, but if talking shit about someone constitutes as bullying then we’re all bullies and I bully my former boss.

Sanemi on the other hand is always made out to be either this irredeemable monster or this dominant, feral, 'hide-your-daughters' type man who's always alpha and on top, grrrrrr, he's both demonized and sexualized by a lot of fans. So with this mischaracterization of both characters, it's no wonder that people will see SaneGiyuu and come to the conclusion that it’s toxic because all they see is this soft, baby-uwu angel being paired up with this rabid monster. They want Sanemi and Giyuu to be Izuku and Bakugou from MHA so badly, which is just dumb. The other detractors of this ship usually lack the ability to recognize subtext or are just plain homophobic, thinking that the ship interferes with their fantasies.

Here’s a list of some posts I’ve made refuting these claims, but also exploring their dynamics. Just like you, this ship is really important to me because of it’s underlying themes of found family, trauma, miscommunication, isolation. And just the comfort of finding someone who has been through the same things you’ve been through and understands your pain.

The Anime is mid

Since you're new to the fandom it’s no surprise that the 'Demon Slayer is mid' comments would get to you, they used to get to me too. Long time fans will tell you how they’ve learned to just tune out the nonsense and focus on the fandom. Like yea yea we heard you, demon slayer is only carried by the animation, when you’re tired of complaining you’ll shut up and go back to snorting the Cheetos dust off your keyboard 🙄. 

I consider Demon Slayer a litmus test on how people analyze media, especially media that doesn’t have elements that they’re familiar with. See, here’s one thing that a lot of people, even fans of Demon Slayer, don’t get. Demon Slayer is a character driven story—every event or fight is done for the development of the characters in the story. That's why the plot is so simple because it’s not about the plot, it’s about the characters. When people criticize KnY’s plot for being simple, I can’t help but laugh because almost all the greatest stories in humanity have simple plots or some none at all.

Lord of the Rings is about a bunch of dudes who travel to a tower to destroy a ring. 

Gladiator is about a fallen general who is out for revenge on the emperor who betrayed him. 

The Matrix doesn't even have a proper goal until the third act of the movie. 

Harry Potter is about a bunch of kids who want to defeat the wizard that killed Harry's parents. 

American Psycho doesn't even have a proper story structure. It's just about a psychotic dude who goes axe-crazy, literally. 

The Star Wars franchise is about a bunch of people rebelling against a dictatorship. 

Sam Raimi's Spider-Man is about Peter facing the Villain of the week.

So why are these stories so close to our hearts? It’s because of the characters. All this talk about characters being nerfed, fights being boring, plot armor, pacing etc. etc. are all plot-related complaints which don’t apply to the story because it’s all about the characters. Those who say the characters are one-dimensional are just fucking stupid, lazy and shallow-minded. The rest don’t even properly watch the anime or read the manga, they just parrot whatever opinions are popular at the moment.

It also doesn't cater to the western gaze. KnY is completely and unapologetically Japanese, it can’t take place in anywhere but Japan. it’s so rich with Japanese culture, mythologies, folktales, and stories that it’s either you get it, try to get it or you don’t. Even the name 'Kimetsu no Yaiba' directly translates to Blade of Demon Destruction and not just any blade either, Yaiba specifically refers to a Japanese sword. It’s a love letter to Japan that celebrates Japanese culture and values so much that it borders on nationalism 😂. This is foreign to some anime dudebros who are used to anime that either takes place in modern Tokyo, Western-inspired fantasy countries, some version of 'San Fransokyo' or the Edo period.

This especially goes for that arrogant streak of shit who has dryer lint for hair that made the 1hr-long video. I’m sorry, but I’ll be damned before I entertain the opinions of someone who thinks Walter White is a great, complex character. Like bitch, you're not some deep, philosophical critic, you’re just a stupid edgelord who just happened to snare the interest of other stupid edgelords who want to feel like their existence and opinions matter in the grand scheme of things.

Here's a video where the creator refutes that asshole's bullshit criticisms. And here are some other positive and more nuanced analysis videos by people who have actual brains and, y'know, HAVE ACTUALLY WATCHED THE FUCKING ANIME AND READ THE FUCKING MANGA! Here, here, here and here. I'll post them in my pinned post and update when I find more stuff.

So please don't feel sad Anon! Nothing any of these cum-stain-should’ve-beens spew out of the cesspool inside their skulls will change the fact that Demon Slayer is a cultural phenomenon that revitalized the manga and anime industry. It is so popular that even the prime minister of Japan is a fan, that it introduced millions of people to not just anime/manga culture but also Japanese culture, that it revitalized the anime industry. There's also the debate about how it apparently outsold the entire comic book industry in 2020 and university researchers have studied and published analysis pieces on the characters. Not bad for a 'mid' series 😤

I hope I was able to answer your questions, and make you feel better. I'm glad you love my work but most importantly:

FUCK YEA!!! WE GOT ANOTHER GIYUUSANE BELIEVER!!!

[nemainofthewater]

Sorry for the late update, i've been travelling!

2 and a half days left, and currently Zhao Yunlan is winning with 14.7%, marrowly beating out Luo Wenzhou (who had previously been winning for most of the poll) with 14.3%, and then Tang Fan in third with 13.9%. Things are very tight currently and anyone could win!

(Also on the strength of the write in candidates, i have started to watch Detective L)

Tag propaganda under the cut

Zhao Yunlan

#all the best detectives work with coworkers who meow#so I gotta give it to zyl by @bitterfrosts

#there's no way I wouldn't vote for Zhao Yunlan#you can give me any poll and I'll vote for Zhao Yunlan tbh#I'm a simple person by @face--the--strange

Luo Wenzhou

#luo wenzhou!!!#i still have to finish Mo Du but I loved him#silent reading#luo wenzhou by @rose-tinted-vision

#yes the right one is winning#luo wenzhou#correct#best detective#mo du#priest novels#silent reading by @lunarriviera

#I'm picking luo wenzhou#he's competent and level headed#he won't be TOO distracted#second place for xiaobao and company#then zhang ping and his league#I'd rather tang fan didn’t tbh 😂#his cases tend to be so messy and dangerous and politically fraught#even if he's very smart#idk the others by @fire-burning-brighter

Zhang Ping

#gotta go for Zhang Ping#I love him and his funky harem#a league of nobleman by @jianghushenanigans

Chu Chu

#chu chu!#runner up xyl by @anndramarama

#chu chu is the absolute best character *and* detective ever#most unapologetically autistic baby#incredibly very very good at her job because she never realized the things she does are impossible to do#so she just does them by @endrega23

Tang Fan

#voted for tang fan#genius twink with no self preservation instincts to speak of#but also a write in for Luo Fei from Detective L!#he's Republican era Shanghai Sherlock Holmes#with all the messiness and brilliance that comes with the archetype#played brilliantly by Bai Yu#absolute disaster#terrified of feelings#extremely ADHD#love him by @gavilansblog

#cdrama poll#propaganda#having finally read most of the book#i have to go back to it#its surprisingly informative about the fine period!#tang fan for the win#he is really focused on his cases and his love interest comes in and supports in effective ways#these two are really professional when you get down to it#and tang fan is tactful and political#i trust him to get it done#*time period ugh by @pinkbalrog

Lu Yao

#Lu Yao#as much as I find him insufferable he is very very smart#and comes with a side of Qiao Chusheng by @lasenbyphoenix

Fang Duobing

#for pure ‘I haven’t seen enough of the others’#as well as he does get pretty damn good at it#it’s gotta be Fang Doubing#he holds a special place in my heart#uncharted waters by @swimming-with-a-raincoat

Su Wenli

#i am gonna be in a minority#cz for me it's su wenli by @aletheablanchett

Other

#zyl and wenzhou i love you both#but this one i have to give to luo fei#luo fei#detective l by @merinnan

#listen i love very many of these guys#but my vote goes to su wuming (strange tales of tang dynasty)#least likely to get distracted by his personal life or hunger in the process of solving the crime by @unfortunatelycake

#luo fei#detective l by @auntiedebtravels

#zyl and wenzhou i love you both#luo fei#detective l by @1ebilcat

#luo fei#detective l#sorry zyl but of the two disaster bai yu detectives it's luo fei by @psychic-waffles

#I'd like to write in Fei Du#he did a better job than his gay ass nepo boyfriend by @dripping-moonlight

#yeah it's luo fei#polls#q by @rainvillage-trio

These characters are the ones who you'd want to solve your murder. Methodical, dedicated, and with a healthy dose of luck, these sleuths are the best of the best.

Let's just hope they manage to get you justice before their messy personal lives catch up with them...

Write-ins, propaganda, and images are welcome!

[shizuturnspages]

okay, consider... yandere childe with a strong s/o. absolutely strong enough to snap him like a twig. i wanted to ask for hcs about what it'd be like bc i feel childe's one of the few who would actually be super into a strong s/o y'know???

Oh, you want Childe—a man who practically lives for the thrill of combat and danger—to fall for someone who could snap his neck like a toothpick? Say less.

Yandere Childe With A Strong S/o

Strength Is His Ultimate Turn-On

❥ The first time Childe saw you in action, it was like love at first bloodbath. Watching you handle yourself in a fight with such raw power left him completely smitten. He was practically swooning, though he’d never admit it outright.

❥ He views your strength as both a challenge and a blessing. He wants to test himself against you, to spar with you, to feel your raw power first-hand. But more than that, he’s obsessed with the idea of having someone so capable at his side.

Overprotective Despite Your Strength

❥ Rationally, Childe knows you don’t need his protection—you could probably take down an entire Fatui squad without breaking a sweat. But that doesn’t stop him from stepping in whenever he thinks you might be in danger.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t keep an eye out for you? Besides, it’s not about whether you can handle it—it’s about whether I let you.”

His Obsession Is Fuelled by Insecurity

❥ As much as Childe admires your strength, it also makes him feel insecure. He’s used to being the strongest in the room, the one others fear or admire. With you, he’s suddenly faced with someone who doesn’t need him in the same way others do.

❥ This insecurity feeds his yandere tendencies, making him more possessive and controlling. He’s constantly trying to prove his worth to you, even if it means eliminating anyone he sees as a threat.

You’re His Weakness, and He Loves It

❥ Childe’s always been drawn to danger, and you’re no exception. The idea that you could destroy him with a single move only makes him love you more. He thrives on the thrill of being with someone who’s not just his equal but possibly his superior.

❥ “You could kill me if you wanted to, couldn’t you? Good thing you don’t. Or maybe you’re just waiting for the right moment, hmm?” He says it with a smirk, but there’s an undercurrent of genuine awe in his voice.

Unapologetically Possessive

❥ Childe’s yandere tendencies shine brightest when he feels like someone else is trying to get close to you. He’s not above “removing” the competition, whether it’s through intimidation, sabotage, or outright violence.

“You’re mine. It’s not up for debate. If anyone tries to take you from me, they’ll regret it—assuming they live long enough to.”

Constantly Testing Boundaries

❥ Childe loves pushing your buttons, whether it’s by teasing you relentlessly, challenging you to spar, or intentionally getting himself into trouble just to see how you’ll react.

❥ He’s always toeing the line between playful and dangerous, but he knows better than to push you too far. After all, he’s not looking to get himself actually broken—just enough to feel the thrill of your strength.

Scenario: A Fight Turned Love Confession

The battlefield was chaos—shouts, clashing weapons, and the unmistakable scent of blood hanging heavy in the air. You didn’t know how you’d ended up fighting side by side with Childe, but you had to admit, he was a force to be reckoned with.

“Not bad!” he called over his shoulder, slicing through an enemy with a practised ease that bordered on graceful. “But you’re gonna have to try harder if you want to keep up with me!”

You rolled your eyes, dispatching three opponents in quick succession. “I think I’m doing just fine, thanks.”

He laughed, a wild, reckless sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Fine? Sweetheart, you’re incredible! It’s almost enough to make me fall for you.”

“Almost?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow as you wiped the blood from your blade.

“Fine,” he admitted, grinning. “You got me. I’m already head over heels.”

The fight ended as suddenly as it had begun, leaving the two of you standing amidst the carnage. Childe turned to you, his expression unusually serious. “You know,” he said, his voice softer now, “I wasn’t joking. I meant what I said back there.”

You frowned, confused. “About what?”

“About falling for you.” He stepped closer, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted—strong, fearless, and absolutely stunning. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“Childe…”

“But it’s not just admiration,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, almost dangerous whisper. “It’s more than that. I don’t just want to be near you—I want to be yours. Completely, utterly yours. And I want you to be mine, too.”

There was a possessive edge to his words that should have been unsettling, but instead, it sent a thrill through you. Maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was the fact that Childe’s intensity was oddly compelling.

“What if I say no?” you asked, half-teasing, half-testing him.

His smile didn’t falter, but there was a glint in his eyes that made your pulse race. “Then I’ll just have to change your mind.”

It wasn’t a threat—it was a promise. And somehow, you knew that Childe would stop at nothing to keep it.

[cosyvelvetorchid]

First lines of 2025

I haven’t been tagged but I love a bandwagon lol.

A little something from the still untitled fake dating/clipboard Buck au.

*****

“You wanna give me a hand?” He gestured to Buck towards the sink with his head.

“That depends—do I get a super cool apron?”

“I’m sorry but you have to be actually cool to get one of those.” Tommy threw back.

“You don’t think I’m cool?” Buck had an exaggerated shocked expression.

“I don’t think cool people know the stats of STD rates in the elderly.”

Buck scoffed. “I guess I’ll just go home then.”

“You are not getting out of helping me with these, Buckley.” He pointed to the array of dirty dishes and utensils covering most of the kitchen counter. He walked across and took the apron from the hook by the door and promptly placed the neck over Bucks head before Buck even realised what he was doing. He stood in front of Buck and reached his arms around his waist to tie it at the back; his stubbled chin lightly grazing Bucks face.

“There.” he said as he pulled the bow tight and stepped back “Happy?”

Buck looked down to admire the apron on himself. “Yes.” He grinned. “Thank you.”

Tommy laughed and shook his head. He’d never met anybody like Evan. Somebody so unapologetically light and shiny. Somebody who got excited about little things and wasn’t ashamed to show it. It was nice to be around.

*****

[muntitled]

ALSO- to add on to my last message (sorry if this is annoying??) but you’ve completely inspired me to write again after the holidays. Ugh especially squid game related!!

Anywho!!

Your writing made me feel seen.. in a way. Like a hug. A big, suffocating, gut wrenching hug that consumed my whole being. Your works remind me of a few a years ago, where writers weren’t afraid to just WRITE what they wanted and felt no shame on the context. I can see your thought process in your works, with the father you never had line.. GOD. see, I wish more people wrote this way. It’s free and speculating, toxic and curious. All in 1000000% GOOD WAYS. Idk if you’re trying to write this way but it feels so unchained and unapologetic, it’s invigorating and unexpected. It’s not just smut. It’s kinda, more? I think that’s why a lot of your followers mention this, it’s because your writing style talks these things out.

And with writers like us, who love making and dark content, can often ride that line of whats controversial. But at the end of the day, you will find people like us, who adore you and your writing style. At the end of the day, you make us readers feel heard and not judged. So again, thank you for what you do for the community or dark writers, readers and all in between. I just wanted to let you know that!

After fan girling with my literal mom about this incredibly, outrageously, sickeningly, psychotically kind message, I can literally breath. Okay

You make me feel like more than just some girl writing for fun seriously. We're valid for what we wanna write and what we enjoy reading!!!

I know there are people that'll like shitt on the dark writing community but I'm glad that we exist cus we're actually such cool and interesting people.

Ugh just thanks I'm gonna cry and sleep

[bradleysass]

Afternoon Surprise - Word Count: 760 - Starchaser

James Potter, ever the mischievous romantic, lay sprawled on the bed, utterly and unapologetically naked, save for the strategic placement of a fluffy throw pillow between his legs.

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. James Potter, ever the mischievous romantic, lay sprawled on the bed, utterly and unapologetically naked, save for the strategic placement of a fluffy throw pillow between his legs. His wrists were cuffed to the headboard, and a cheeky grin adorned his face.

“Brilliant plan, Potter,” he murmured to himself, smirking at the thought of Regulus's reaction when he walked through the door after a long day at work. He could already picture Regulus's carefully composed expression cracking, his icy demeanor giving way to heat and desire.

The sound of the front door creaking open brought James out of his daydream. His grin widened.

“Reg, love!” he called out, his voice dripping with anticipation. “I’ve got a surprise for you upstairs!”

There was a brief pause, followed by a muffled voice James didn’t recognize.

Oh no.

His stomach dropped as the unmistakable sound of Regulus chatting with someone else grew louder. Moments later, the bedroom door opened, revealing not just Regulus, but also Barty Crouch Jr., who stood just behind him, a curious smirk tugging at his lips.

Regulus froze, his sharp gray eyes widening slightly as they landed on James. For a moment, the usually unflappable Black brother seemed completely at a loss for words. Barty, however, had no such reservations.

“Well, well,” Barty drawled, leaning casually against the doorframe, his piercing gaze sweeping over the scene. “This is quite the domestic tableau. Do you always greet Regulus like this, or am I just lucky today?”

James’s face turned a shade of crimson that would have made a Gryffindor banner proud. He squirmed under Barty’s gaze, the handcuffs clinking softly against the headboard.

“Barty,” Regulus began, his tone low and icy, “you were just leaving.”

Barty’s grin widened. “Leaving? When the entertainment’s just begun?”

“OUT,” Regulus hissed, and for a moment, the room seemed to chill. Barty chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go. But for the record, Potter, I approve. Very bold.” With one last amused glance, he sauntered out of the room, closing the door behind him.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Regulus pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a long, measured sigh. He stood still for a moment, visibly collecting himself before turning to face James.

“James,” he said slowly, crossing the room until he stood at the foot of the bed. His gray eyes bore into James’s, equal parts exasperated and amused. “What, exactly, were you thinking?”

James bit his lip, his embarrassment fading slightly as he watched the corner of Regulus’s mouth twitch upward ever so slightly. “I thought you’d find it romantic,” he said sheepishly. “You’ve had a long day, and I thought, you know, I’d spice things up a bit.”

Regulus let out a soft, disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “Romantic, he says. And what was your plan if I didn’t come home alone?”

“To be fair, I didn’t know you’d bring Barty over,” James shot back, his lips curving into a playful grin despite himself. “I mean, who brings Barty home unannounced? He’s like a feral cat in human form.”

Regulus arched an eyebrow. “I’ll have you know that Barty’s help with—never mind. That’s not the point.” He crossed his arms, though his stern expression was betrayed by the glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “The point is that you’re handcuffed to our bed, naked, and Barty just saw you like this.”

“He didn’t see anything important,” James protested, wiggling slightly for emphasis, the pillow bouncing precariously. “The pillow did its job!”

Regulus snorted, the sound uncharacteristically light. He stepped closer, his cool fingers brushing James’s jaw as he leaned down. “You’re ridiculous,” he murmured, his voice soft and teasing.

“But you love me,” James quipped, tilting his head up to catch Regulus’s gaze.

Regulus’s lips twitched again, and he leaned in, brushing a slow, deliberate kiss against James’s mouth. It was a kiss filled with equal parts reprimand and reassurance, leaving James breathless.

“Unfortunately for me,” Regulus murmured as he pulled back, his tone warm despite the words, “I do.”

James grinned triumphantly, his hazel eyes sparkling. “So, are you going to uncuff me now, or are you planning on leaving me here all night?”

Regulus smirked, his fingers trailing down James’s chest. “That depends,” he said, his voice dropping to a low purr. “Did you learn your lesson about planning ridiculous surprises?”

“Absolutely not,” James replied without hesitation. “But you’ll love the next one, too.”

[cupcakeeees]

“The Line Between Us” - Teaser

pairing: au!lando norris x reader

They say love can bridge any gap. But what happens when the gap is a canyon, carved by money, power, and years of unspoken rules?

For Lando Norris, life has always been about control. Fast cars, perfect smiles, and the weight of a family name so heavy it’s crushed everything in its path.

For her, survival has been the only race she’s ever known - scraping by, guarding her heart, and learning the hard way that people like Lando don’t save girls like her.

But then their worlds collided.

It wasn’t supposed to mean anything - yet, in the silence between his polished charm and her quiet resilience, they found something they didn’t even know they were missing: each other.

But their story was never going to be easy. Lando’s world doesn’t welcome outsiders, and hers doesn’t have room for fairy tales.

As their connection grows, so do the consequences. A love like theirs doesn’t just challenge the rules - it breaks them. And while he’s willing to risk everything to keep her, she’s not sure if she can survive being pulled into his storm.

He promised her he’d fight for them. But promises are fragile things, especially when the people you love most are the ones pulling you apart.

This is a story about love in the face of impossible odds. About two people who defied everything, only to discover that some battles are harder to win than others.

But if there’s one thing Lando knows now, it’s that she was worth every fight.

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-> Meet The Main Characters:

LANDO NORRIS = The heir to a family fortune, carrying the weight of expectations. He’s known for his charm, expensive cars, and picture-perfect life, but deep down, he craves something real, something that feels like his.

LENNON GRANT = A fiercely independent woman from the working-class neighborhood. Intelligent, determined, and unapologetically herself, but burdened by her family’s financial struggles.

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-> The Themes:

The clash between wealth and integrity;

Fighting against expectations for love;

Sacrifice, redemption, and finding yourself through someone else;

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COMING SOON (TONIGHT) - let me know what you think! ❤️

[callme-holly]

Can I request 2 things? Maybe the gang with a S/O who just LOVES kissing them, touching them, just very physically affectionate. Second is the gang with a more curvy/full figured S/O who's shy about how they look in a dress, certain shirt or pants, ect.

Love your work btw :)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐲!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚/𝐧: i'll edit this tmr y'all i swear but im half asleep

Darry Curtis:

Darry notices immediately if you’re hesitant to wear something and will always step in with quiet reassurances. He’ll step up behind you in the mirror, placing his hands on your hips and resting his chin on your shoulder, mumbling about how perfect you are. He won’t leave any room for argument, and the way he looks at you when you’re dressed up speaks volumes. If you’re struggling with a specific item of clothing, he’ll help you adjust it, fixing a strap or straightening out the fabric with warm, steady hands.  “You don’t need to hide anything. You’re perfect.” 

Sodapop Curtis:

Soda is your biggest hype man. If he sees you looking even slightly uncomfortable with what you’re wearing, he’s showering you with compliments. He loves you in anything and everything, and if anyone even thinks about judging you, they’re receiving a sharp comment from him that could shut anyone down in a heartbeat.  “Baby, you could wear a potato sack and still look better than anyone else in Tulsa.” 

Ponyboy Curtis:

Pony isn’t the most outspoken person when it comes to giving compliments and can get a little flustered, but when it comes to you doubting yourself, He’s very quick to step in. He’ll notice the details you might dislike and point them out in the most endearing way possible.  If you’re feeling shy, he’ll gently encourage you, giving you sweet little compliments but not pushing you to wear something you’re not comfy in.  “That colour really brings out your eyes… It suits you.”

Johnny Cade:

Johnny is the most understanding of your shyness and can sometimes be a little insecure himself, so he knows how to handle your emotions very well. If he sees you looking unsettled, he’ll feed you quiet little compliments like there’s no tomorrow, telling you how amazing you look and redirecting your focus onto the positives of the outfit. When you catch him watching you with an awestruck expression, you can’t help but believe him when he says you’re perfect. “I think you look good. Honest.”

Dallas Winston:

Dally is never the type to sugarcoat things, but if he sees you doubting yourself, his whole demeanour changes, and he softens just a little. He hates seeing you putting yourself down, especially when he loves everything about your appearance and gets mildly frustrated when you put yourself down. He’s always showing you off to the point where you can’t help but feel confident in yourself, and he will go out of his way to make sure you know how good you look. “You’re killin’ me, doll. You look good. Really good.”

Steve Randle:

Steve is very blunt and unapologetic with his compliments. He will say it how it is, and he thinks you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever laid eyes on. If he thinks you look good in something, he’ll say it loud and proud. If you’re feeling insecure, he’ll drag you over to a mirror and will point out every little thing he loves about your appearance, making sure not to miss out on a single thing.  “You’re with me, babe. I want everyone to see just how lucky I am.”

Two-Bit Mathews:

Two is all about making you laugh and making you feel good about yourself. If you’re feeling shy about your outfit, he’s very open with his opinion, keeping the mood light-hearted. He’s surprisingly sincere when it counts, and if he catches you doubting yourself, he’ll come up behind you and show you everything that stands out about the outfit and why it’s so perfect on you. “You’ve got nothing to worry about. You’re stunning, and anyone who says otherwise is blind.”

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

The new year in England is rapidly approaching and it always seems to make everyone so reflective.

So I figured, as this year has been one of the best, but also without a doubt, the *worst* years of my life, I'll make a reflective post of my own. This is more for me than for any of you, but if you find comfort or resonate with anything that I do say, hi- you're not alone.

Sometimes it's easy to forget that not everything is as you see on social media. People's lives are so vastly different to what we see through the lense of instagram or twitter, and sometimes even through his loveable hell site. It may look like someone is the happiest they have ever been, when in reality someone could be suffering and putting on a happy face to avoid the awkward questions.

My life this year started off strong- I had a dream job in film. I was financially stable. I had savings for the first time in my life. I was able to splash out and buy things I wanted without worrying what to eat that month.

One of the highlights was seeing my name on the big screen for Barbie. It was my first ever credit since joining the film industry. It had people I haven't spoken to in years reaching out to tell me how proud they were of me. It was a bit of a whirlwind to be honest. I felt untouchable, I felt seen for the first time. I felt great.

Until I didn't. Until it all came crashing down. The film industry went on strike. No, sorry, the writers and actors went on strike and the crews were forced out of work because of it. Now, don't get me wrong, I am 100% with the writers and the actors and I support the strikes wholeheartedly, but the knock on effect to the crews was one one the darkest times of my life. I suddenly found myself out of work, unable to find a new job, and that wasn't to say I didn't try. I cold-emailed every company, every production I knew who were still working, and even the ones I didn't. But alas, it was all in vain. There was no work.

My mental health was deteriorating rapidly and I didn't know what to do to bring myself back out of the dark. So I looked at my dwindling bank account and made a last minute decision. I'd never had this amount of time off from work before, and the only thing that gave me a shred of happiness was my silly little bl shows.

So I did what I thought would make me happy. I booked a last minute flight, and 3 weeks later I was in Thailand having the best 12 days of my fucking life. I met my long time, long distance bestie in person for the first time. I went to some of the most beautiful temples I had ever seen. I met the love of my life, Bible Wichapas, not once, but twice as I supported him at a local event. I made new friends who I still keep in contact with. I saw so many bl boys in the flesh it still boggles the mind. I travelled to the north of Thailand on an overnight sleeper train. I took a speedboat to literal Heaven on Earth and swam in the most crystal clear ocean. I got 4 tattoos all commemorating my time in Thailand and my love of Jeff Satur, Prapaisky, and Vegas Theerapanyakul (by definition Bible), by a local artist who charged me next to nothing (and then I got one more tattoo for my SKZ bias Bang Chan). I cried meeting an elephant. I visited some of the most iconic Kinnporsche the series sets. I rode on the back of a scooter for a forty minute journey that cost me £1.50. I ate the spiciest dish of my little white girl life. I got to see Man Suang on the big screen. I met Mileapo at the airport and Mile smiled and waved directly at me. I got stuck on a boat during the heaviest rainfall of my life. And overall it was the best experience I have ever had. I fell in love with the city, the culture, and everything in between.

But the moment I landed back home in England, the things I had desperately tried to bury by living my best life for 12 days hit me like a sack of shit. I had no income, no money, and a mountain of bills to pay. All those savings I had were gone in just 6 months. I started to panic. I had (several) breakdowns. I couldn't pay my friend back the money I still owed her. I could barely pay my rent. I couldn't tell my parents because I didn't want to tell them I'd failed. But I was stuck. I applied for any and every job under the sun, but even they didn't want me. I felt fucking useless... and once again my mental health was dragging me down to hell. I couldn't see a way out. When I did eventually get up the courage to tell my parents, one of them told me I was a fool to spend what little money I had left travelling to Thailand, as if I didn't already know it was a dumb idea. But what they didn't know was that the trip had ultimately saved my life.

After that reality check, I did what I have never in my life needed to do. I asked for financial help. And both my parents came through. I know how lucky I am that they did. Not everyone can turn to parents to help them out. I'm forever grateful. They gave me £500 each. So I now had rent money for two more months. I also went on benefits (which I'd refused to even consider for so long because to me if felt like defeat- it's not). But then I took the first job that would take me. I now have an income. It's minimum wage, but it pays the bills. I finally feel like I'm slowly making my way back to the surface. I've still got a long fucking road ahead of me, I'm still overwhelmed as fuck, working tow jobs and studying to teach English as a foriegn language, but things are slowly taking shape again.

I'm hoping the new year will help me get back on my feet. I've accepted a few days on a very well known soap which I'm excited and nervous about, but hopefully with it, the momentum in the industry I love that I lost last year will start to come back to me.

Overall, this year has been fucking crazy in the best and worst ways and I'll be glad to see the back of it. I'm not one for making resolutions as I tend to live life day by day, but my hope for this year is to get back to somewhere near where I was before.

And most importantly, I want to go back to Thailand in the not-too-distant future. Whether that's to visit or live, who knows?

2024- Let's fucking goooooo!

[anniflamma]

Trigger warning: topic about SA, aka Im gonna rant about the suitors plan

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So, I’m going to talk about something I actually dislike ALOT in Epic: The Musical. The whole subplot about the suitors wanting to gangrape Penelope. The more I think about it, the more I realize how unnecessary this addition to the story is.

If you removed it, it wouldn’t change the outcomes of the story at all. Odysseus would still kill them. Nothing has ever stopped him before— neither the infant, Polites’ ideology, nor the fact that he willingly led his remaining crew to certain death while always ensuring his own safety above theirs. But somehow, a group of 20-year-olds is the line he can’t cross????? Like, “Oh no, they’re just rude guests, I can’t kill them!🙁” It doesn’t make sense. Odysseus would kill them either way, they don’t need to be wannabe gangrapists to motivate him. It’s entirely in character for him to do so without additional justification.

I understand why Jorge added this to the story, is to raise the stakes. Odysseus has just defeated the personification of ruthlessness itself (Poseidon) by using a fucking jetpack and punching the god really hard. Symbolically, Odysseus has taken the title of “ruthlessness” for himself. So, what can the next threat be that’s stronger and more menacing than Poseidon? Ah yes.... it's the gangrapists /s

For me, it would be more thematically fitting with Odysseus’ ruthless nature to not have a justifiable "motivation" to kill the suitors. Imagine instead if they were portrayed as having the same youthful energy as Telemachus. Like a bunch of rude young men! And then the story could show an adult man brutally murdering a group of young people with no mercy. Then, the song ends with Odysseus seeing Penelope’s horrified face as she looks around the throne room splattered with the blood and gore of her guests. At that moment, Odysseus realizes he’s messed up, putting his biggest fear, which is Penelope rejecting him (something he expresses in Keep Your Friends Close) at risk of becoming a reality. And then, the musical end with Odysseus begging Penelope to accept him despite what he has become. Like what I said, the outcome will still end up in this moment despite with or no sexual violence. I mean, the suitors wanting to kill Telemachus is enough as a motivation. Ody don't really need that much.

I dunno , I think this would hit harder, rather than "Ahh you saved me from the rapist my husband! Thank you!~😍 " "All for you baby girl~~ 😘"

The gangrape plotline only exists to make Odysseus look good for the audience, making him into the good hero who saves the damsel with zero screentime, and reassures that the suitors are antagonists. But it does also puts Penelope in a position where she has to take Odysseus back, or else she risks being seen as “ungrateful” by the audience. I promise you, if Penelope were to reject Odysseus after he saved her from the suitors, most of the fanbase would despise her for it. Of course, that won’t happen, Penelope will accept Odysseus no matter what he does, cuz that is what her characterization is. She is Odysseus' happy ending, if she rejects him then the story wont have a happy ending.

The sexual violence just isn’t necessary. Especially when Jorge went out of his way to make the relationship between Odysseus and Calypso as vague as possible. There’s no explicit statement in the musical that Calypso assaulted Odysseus, and I’m Not Sorry For Loving You is even depicted in a sympathetic light. That was a deliberate choice. So, why remove and downplay the sexual assault from the original story with Calypso, only to add a sexual assault subplot towards Penelope that wasn’t in the original?

It’s unnecessary. Just let Odysseus commit cruel and ruthless deeds without a "good justification" or feeling bad about it afterward for once.

However, the last saga isnt out yet, so there is a possibility that Jorge have rewritten it. I do hope that he removes it, but at this moment, it looks like it will be in there. Welp, maybe he pulls the rug under my feet with a twist or some sort. We can only wait and see!

[takatul]

Twisted Wonderland self-aware!Yuu except they’re empathic.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I don’t mean a scenario where Yuu transmigrated into Twisted Wonderland with memories intact.

When I say self-aware!Yuu I mean someone who knows themselves better than anyone else.

They know they have flaws. They know that, sometimes, their flaws will get in the way. Whether it’s shutting down emotionally, not being able to express themselves properly, or something to do with a physical ability. Their flaws will always follow them around. Even in Twisted Wonderland.

And yet, self-aware!Yuu is still kind. Still loving all of their strengths and flaws.

Ace needing a place to stay after Riddle off’d-his-head? “Yes, of course you can sleepover.”

Deuce breaking down after letting his delinquent side out? “No, you’re not a bad guy— you just protected me and Grim from those bullies!”

Riddle having a crisis after his overblot? “I don’t accept your apology. Not yet at least. But I can understand why acted this way… you’re allowed to feel angry about your past. You didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

No matter how wrong the opponent is, self-aware!Yuu always empathizes with them in the end.

Maybe one day, someone confronts them about it. I can see Leona or Azul or Rollo and maybe Jamil. They’re people who have experienced and or seen how terrible people can be.

“Why are you so nice all the time? You’re too thought. Too kind. Good people like you always end up last.”

Perhaps self-aware!Yuu will look at them with a stoic face. Perhaps a shocked expression, accompanied by a frantic gasp. Perhaps even small laugh at their question. And just as the confronting student was about to retort again, self-aware!Yuu will smile.

“Well, I’m not a good person. I just do what I think is right.”

Self-aware!Yuu will sit down, watching activities unfold around them— heart still bursting full of kindness. They’ll pat the empty space beside them. An invitation, but it’s up to the student to take the initiative.

“It’s everyone’s first time living after all. May as well make it kind.”

Soon enough, if the student plucks their courage, they’ll sit and slowly learn how to become self-aware too.

banner credit: @bunnysrph

[theceaselessidiot]

Eloise Bridgerton being an absolute mood:

and Cressida's reaction of 'this girl is so weird, but I'm into it??? Wait am I into this??'':

[kori-senpai]

New Leokumi content in the lords year of 2024?? It's more likely than you think! (x)