#might just have to go in person and say hey do you have this or not but id rather lay down in the middle of an intersection

[teaboot]

Things you can do as a security guard instead of acting like a dickhead: a vent post disguised as advice

Offer alternatives: IE, “Sorry, nobody’s allowed to hang out over there, but we have seats over here you’re welcome to use”. I recommend getting familiar with local parks, public seating, free food programs, outreach, mobile aid, etc., just in case those are needed.

Be polite: IE, “Excuse me, sir”, “I beg your pardon, miss”. This should go without saying but everyone deserves dignity.

Avoid phrasing requests as orders: IE, “Don’t stand in front of that” VS “Excuse me, could you move a bit to the side?”. This works best with an explanation, like, “There’s a sign behind you”, or, “you might get clipped by someone”. This helps communicate that you are asking for a reason, not just throwing your weight around. If you don’t have a reason, rethink whether or not you need to be doing anything.

Avoid directing blame or fault. Don’t say, “The owner says you gotta go” when you could say, “I’m not supposed to let people be here for X period” or “do X thing”. Again, try to have alternatives ready so people can use other resources or do something else instead of just abruptly changing plans.

Come from a place of compassion whenever you can. People are gonna tell you to get rid of the crazy screaming guy. They say that because they’re frightened and don’t know what to do. Your best approach is, “Hello sir”, followed by, “How are you today?”, “how’s it going?”, “are you doing alright?”, etc., depending on what the person is ACTUALLY doing / saying when you get there. You can offer help from there if needed, or leave them alone if they’re not in danger or a risk to anyone.

Remember you’re not a cop. This can mean whatever you need it to mean. For me personally, that means that with incredibly rare exception (like trying to sell to kids, contaminating other’s food or drink) I won’t report you for drugs. If I find you doing drugs on my site I’ll tell you a different place where you can do them instead and ask you to do them there. I have interrupted drug deals to ask the client and the salesman to both kindly move 15 feet to the left, I’m not kidding, I do not care.

Know who you can throw under the bus. Sometimes you gotta enforce rules and be the bad guy and if that’s the fault of some dipshit in a suit 200 miles away, you can say that. Sorry man, I can’t let you park your car on the lawn. I know you’re not hurting anyone and frankly I think lawn culture is stupid but there’s other parking stalls and if my boss sees you I’ll get a write-up for not doing my job. Shit sucks sometimes but if it wasn’t me telling you it’d be the new guy, and between you and me he’s an idiot and he’ll probably just report you to bylaw.

Don’t just act like you’re their friend, genuinely try to be a good friend. If you know that someone is doing something that will only result in a bystander phoning police, don’t let them go down like that. Let them know, “hey man, you seem like you’re having a shit time and I get it, I’ll do what I can, but we gotta have this conversation somewhere else ‘cause we’re freaking out the old ladies.”

Swallow your tongue. You can’t fix the world. People are gonna bitch at you about communists and 5G and gangster rap ruining the neighbourhood, that’s just part of the deal. Nod along, remain neutral, shut down any hate speech, redirect if you can, and keep a limit in mind where you’ll have to shut things down.

Accept that sometimes there are no solutions. Yes, that angry guy who blasts music will be back tomorrow. That homeless woman who asks you to help her find her dog that she hasn’t had in 30 years will ask again, and yes, you’re still going to take a description and promise to keep an eye out. That kid who smokes crack behind the building has been clean for a few weeks and still stops by to say hi, and you hope he’ll get his life together and be happy, but he also might relapse and OD before he hits 25. Sometimes you just have to do the best you can, even if nothing is guaranteed.

Be kind to teenagers. Being a kid is hard, and everyone’s on their ass all the damn time for everything.

Remember that the vast majority of bad people aren’t bad, just unhappy. The guy who keeps showing up drunk and puking on the carpet is unhappy. The lady who bitches about the service every single time and keeps coming back anyway is unhappy. The guy who leaves trash everywhere is probably unhappy. If they were happy, maybe they’d do better, but they’re not, and that’s kinda sad. You don’t have to let them get away with their shit, but they probably aren’t actually a worthless human being either.

It doesn’t matter if 12 is true or not. You need to believe it or you will become a harsh and bitter person. Look for evidence that people are not terrible and invent it if you have to

Don’t let yourself become a bastard

[frownyalfred]

“I wish you could take kudos back.” Ugh. Putting aside the whole anti bullshit about this, and how they want to use kudos as implicit bullshit approval for things that aren’t “problematic”, here’s a scenario for you:

You’re walking down the street and see a girl wearing a cute backpack. You like the backpack, so you decide to wave at her and say “Hey! I like your backpack!”

The girl looks at you, smiles, and holds up the backpack. Upon second glance, as she holds it up, you realize the backpack isn’t actually a backpack. It’s one of those weird laptop bags with the straps that you can extend and wear in different ways.

This isn’t what you expected at all. You were complimenting her on the backpack, but this clearly isn’t a backpack. It was an honest mistake though! That being said, you don’t like laptop bags very much. Maybe you have an aversion to computers because they remind you of working, which is very valid.

1) do you take back what you initially said?

2) do you chase after the girl and inform her that you meant to compliment her backpack, and not her laptop bag, and she needs to know that?

3)or do you go on your way, knowing that it wasn’t quite what you had intended to say/do, but that’s okay?

You continue on through life complimenting people on their backpacks because it’s the nice thing to do, and you can’t ask every single person to show you their bag before you give them a compliment.

One day, a likeminded friend tells you “Ugh, I can’t believe you complimented her on her backpack.” You ask them why. “Well, I heard she also likes laptop bags.”

You puzzle over this for a moment before you reach the conclusion that complimenting the backpack was fine, and maybe you might not compliment her on the laptop bag if you see her wearing it, but that doesn’t mean you want to take back the backpack compliment. Or that you stop telling everyone that you liked their backpack in the first place, just in case they also like laptop bags.

(If you left kudos for a fic and it either wasn’t what you thought it was, you feel guilty, you feel ‘problematic’, or you’re worried someone will see your name and give you grief — don’t. This has been a PSA)

[sirartwork]

hey Sir, I've been a fan of your art since the /Fit comics; your artstyle and comedy shaped who i was in high school and influenced my art to what it was today.

iirc, you had been into weed for some time and had cut back on it. I am a chronic weed smoker and have a hard time kicking the habit and I've near abandoned art all together. Any time I've brought it up to people they would just belittle the problem or ignore me so I figure you might have some advice on quitting?

"Into weed for some time" is sadly an understatement. I was using several times a day, every day, for the better part of the last 10-13 years or so. I have no "control" version of my life to compare it to, but I have a MASSIVE amount of regret tied up in the belief that my life trajectory could have been enormously better if I had redirected the time, money and energy I spent on weed into other things. I can never get my youth and those opportunities back.

(quick aside: I'm most certainly the sort of person who would have those kinds of thoughts even if I had remained a teetotaler, but that's another rant entirely)

That having been said, focusing on those negatives never helped me quit (at least not for very long). My current stretch of sobriety is only 2.5 months in, so I have no way of saying that it's going to stick, but given that my general desire/temptation to use is noticeably diminished compared to my last attempts, I suppose I can impart some advice that seems to be helping now:

KEEP MOVING.

Having too much free time (mainly being underemployed and sad) is a death sentence. Though I was still able to maintain the addiction and remain employed at my sedentary animation job, this last stretch has been complemented by a day-job that A.) Requires me to wake up at 3-4 AM at least twice a week and B.) Keeps me on my feet all day. I've also been getting back into doing SOME form of exercise every day, so that means that I have very little in the way of "fucking off" time between shifts, most of which is spent slowly chipping away at ancillary hobbies/pursuits.

Given that I have a chip on my shoulder about perceived lack of status and squandered time/potential, I elect to sublimate those feelings into a desire to keep moving, figuratively and in many ways literally. I also try not to lose sight of all of the things weed has taken from me, and all of the things that sobriety is giving me. It is a tremendous weight off your shoulders to realize that you've become the sort of person who doesn't have mental real estate being taken up by insecurities and anxieties about being a user (of whatever vice you know you're leaning on).

I am by no means perfect, and I still have many "undesirable" habits and thought patterns that I'd like to cull, so please take my advice with a grain of salt. If you find that you absolutely can't maintain sobriety yourself, don't be afraid to seek assistance. There are plenty of support groups and services that will take your problem as seriously as you do (and should, especially since you're trying to stop).

I really wish I had better/more salient advice, as my current stretch of sobriety is truly an outlier amongst my previous attempts (less temptation, less irritability), but I'm afraid it is ultimately something that you have to decide for yourself, over and over and over again.

Good luck and keep moving.

We're all gonna make it.

[astrolook]

Is Your Dominant Planet Helping or Sabotaging You?

Ever feel like one planet in your chart is completely running your life? Like, no matter what, you always default to a certain way of thinking, reacting, or making the same questionable decisions? That’s your dominant planet at work. But is it making your life easier… or way harder than it needs to be? Let’s break it down.

How to Tell Which Planet is Dominant in Your Chart

Your dominant planet isn’t necessarily your Sun, Moon, or Rising—it’s the one with the most influence over your personality, choices, and bad habits. Some signs it’s the boss of your chart:

It’s in its home sign (like Venus in Libra or Mars in Aries) or exalted (like Moon in Taurus).

It has the most aspects (connections) to other planets.

It sits in a major house, like the 1st (identity), 10th (career), or 7th (relationships).

It rules your Sun, Moon, AND Rising (triple threat).

It’s the only planet of a certain element (Fire, Earth, Air, Water) in your chart.

If you have two or more dominant planets, congrats—you’re a complicated mess with conflicting instincts (but at least you’re interesting). You're like a cosmic onion.

Your Dominant Planet: The Good, The Bad, & The Ridiculous

☀️ Sun Dominant – The Main Character

Natural confidence—people notice you whether you want them to or not.

Charismatic and great at leading (or at least pretending to know what you’re doing).

Magnetic presence—people either admire you or feel deeply threatened.

Cannot handle being ignored for even five minutes.

Takes everything way too personally (the group chat going silent is not about you).

Life is one big performance, even when no one’s watching.

🌙 Moon Dominant – The Walking Emotional Rollercoaster

Emotionally intuitive—you just know when someone’s lying.

People trust you instantly (whether you wanted that responsibility or not).

Deeply caring—probably the “mom friend” of the group.

Gets attached too fast—if someone is nice to you once, they’re basically family.

Mood swings for absolutely no reason (and good luck explaining them).

Overthinks texts, social interactions, and why the barista looked at you weird.

🪐 Saturn Dominant – The Workaholic Who Can’t Relax

Disciplined and reliable—if you say you’ll do something, it gets done.

People respect you because you actually have your life together (or seem like you do).

Ages like fine wine—born a stressed-out child, but gets way cooler with time.

Takes responsibility for everything, even things that are not your problem.

Permanent resting serious face—people assume you’re judging them.

🔥 Mars Dominant – The Human Energy Drink

High-energy.

Assertive—you go after what you want and get it.

Quick reflexes—probably great at sports, fighting, or avoiding responsibilities.

Zero patience—slow walkers and buffering videos are your worst nightmare.

Occasional anger issues (“I’M NOT MAD, YOU’RE JUST WRONG”).

Thinks first, acts later… if at all.

🌿 Venus Dominant – The Flirt Who Gets Away with Everything

Naturally charming—people are drawn to you without knowing why.

Always looks effortlessly put together (even when you’re a mess inside).

Romantic AF—you love love.

Indecisive as hell—picking a restaurant is a 3-hour ordeal.

Can’t say no—people-pleasing is your toxic trait.

Might have a tiny shopping addiction (but hey, self-care).

☁️ Mercury Dominant – The Fast-Talker & Overthinker

Sharp, witty, and always has a comeback (even when you should probably keep quiet).

Absorbs information like a sponge—trivia night MVP.

Can talk to literally anyone about anything.

Mind never shuts up—sleep is a myth.

Either replies to texts instantly… or in three months, no in-between.

Talks way too fast—people need subtitles.

🌎 Jupiter Dominant – The Chaotic Optimist

Lucky AF—things somehow work out for you.

Big personality, big dreams, big everything.

Loves adventure—you’re always down for something wild.

Overestimates how much time, money, and luck you actually have.

Can’t resist saying yes to everything—major FOMO energy.

No impulse control—“Let’s book a trip right now.”

🔮 Neptune Dominant – The Daydreamer Who Might Be on Another Planet

Insanely creative—your imagination is unreal.

People find you mystical and intriguing (even when you��re just zoning out).

Deeply intuitive—you just know things before they happen.

Time management is a joke—was that 5 minutes or 5 hours? Who knows.

Has full-on fantasies about things that will never happen (but what if they did?).

Trusts people too easily (no, they will not "change" for you).

🖤 Pluto Dominant – The Intensity Overlord

Unshakable—life could crumble around you and you’d be fine.

Magnetic energy—people either worship or fear you.

Always transforming—rises from the ashes like a badass phoenix.

Suspicious of everyone (and usually right).

Constantly going through some kind of crisis.

Low-key enjoys dark, broody thoughts for fun.

So… Is Your Dominant Planet Helping or Sabotaging You?

Either way, you’re stuck with it. But the more you understand it, the more you can work with it instead of letting it run your life.

Want a full breakdown of your dominant planet & how it’s shaping your life? DM me with your birth details & email for a complete astrology reading! Look at my pinned post for pricing. 🔮✨

[nathanbatemanfucker]

REMY!!! REMYYYYYY

"Beyond Misconceptions" is EXACTLY what I needed today oh my GOD my anxiety has been acting up and this was such a tonic 🥹

The fact that Joaquin is the kind of lover to truly and selflessly go "if you'd be better off with someone else, then I want that for you even though it would break my heart" but then he is so comforted I'M CRYING I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC SO MUCH

Also, bc you said requests are open, if it's not too much to ask... could we maybe get something where Joaquin is very serious about reader and wants to introduce her to Sam and has a convo w Sam about how he feels? Idk if that's too sappy ofc you don't have to im just swooning thinking about it 👀 - ips anon

Between Sips

about this: wc: 658, characters: joaquin torres, sam wilson (f!reader mentioned), contents: alcohol mention, canon typical injury, joaquin’s a simp, SAMBUCKY if you squint, an: hope u enjoy this my sweet love & as always thank you for your support! <3

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Joaquin stands up from his desk, walking across the room to plop down on Sam’s. “Hey, come get a drink with me.”

“Man, I’m going home. To bed. You see this?” Sam points to the sling his arm is in.

Joaquin raises a brow at him, “What if I add in pizza?”

“Dude—“

“I wanna tell you about my girl. Please?” He presses his palms together, pleading. 

“Oh now you wanna tell me about your girl? After I’ve got a couple of broken ribs?”

Joaquin tries to bite away his grin but can’t. “You getting the shit beat out of you kinda made me realize I want you to meet her.”

“Little shit— you’re getting me dessert too,” Sam grumbles, grabbing his bag and heading toward the door. 

“That late night cookie place is right across the street,” Joaquin calls after him.

—

Sam watches Joaquin fidget with a smirk on his face. He’s never really seen the man like this, he’s always overly confident. “So, you gonna stall until the food gets here to stall again or—“

Joaquin’s grip on his beer tightens as he gazes down into the amber liquid. “Nah, man. I just, I don’t know— I’ve never met anyone like her before.”

Sam sobers a little bit, realizing how serious Joaquin is. Sitting up, he leans in a little, curious.

“Tell me more.”

Joaquin takes a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “It was kinda random, y’know? One of those things where you meet someone and think, this person might change my damn life.”

Sam raises a skeptical brow, waiting.

“I met her on a mission—nothing crazy, just some intel work. She clocked me right away, which should’ve been my first clue she was special.” Joaquin huffs a small laugh, shaking his head. 

“She’s got this way of looking at me, like she already knows what I’m gonna say before I say it. And she’s funny, man. Not just funny—sharp. Quick with it. Keeps me on my toes. But she’s also… sweet. Kind in a way that doesn’t ask for anything back. And when I’m with her, it’s like—” He stops, searching for the words.

Sam tilts his head. “Like what?”

Joaquin’s grip tightens on the beer again. “Like I don’t have to be anyone but me.”

Sam lets out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Joaquin laughs, feeling a little shy. “Yeah. Damn.”

“Can I see her?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Joaquin fishes out his wallet, pulling out the photo booth film strip he keeps there. 

Four photos, all of them where he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you— not when you were looking so angelic. Looking at the photo along with Sam makes him miss you more right now. 

“Oh, she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

“I…I would do anything for her. I think anything, for real.”

“Would she do the same?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Sam nods, taking a pull of his beer. “And have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?”

“That you’re in love with her.”

Joaquin’s cheeks warm. He scratches at the back of his head with a sheepish smile. “Was hoping you could give me some pointers?”

Sam sighs. “Maybe I can finally give you some after this weekend.”

“Finally gonna tell him, huh?”

“Yeah, I think it’s about time. He’s got a weekend off appearances, we don’t have a mission. I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, letting his eyes drift to the mounted tv screen playing an old sports game. 

“It’ll be perfect man. Just be yourself.”

Sam scoffs playfully, his eyes returning to Joaquin. “How’d you end up giving me pointers?”

Joaquin shimmies his shoulders. “Must be the natural leader in me.”

“Yeah, yeah. So when am I meeting her?”

“I don’t know, let me pull up our calendar,” Joaquin starts to type in his password, scrolling through the date. 

“Our calendar? As in your shared calendar with her?”

“Fuck off.”

Sam can’t stop laughing. “I can’t wait to tell Buck.”

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[majorlb]

It's kind of nice hanging out with the boys when they don't have cases, but this is the first time that Charles had been lounging about with her alone since their kiss and subsequent 'break up'. If you can honestly break up with someone you never dated in the first place?

She's doing homework, asking questions at times that he answers while he lays on the bed, fiddling with something that looks like a frankensteined rubixcube and a snowglobe. Looking at it directly makes her eyes water, so she gave that up a while ago.

It's nice, and suspiciously quiet, which probably means that Charles is thinking deep about something and needed a place to do it, without Edwin asking questions.

She truly feels like a detective at times. Which is also why she knows that letting Charles decide when to talk works better than pushing when he's like this.

And she doesn't really have to wait that long, just until she's finished with all her assignments. Or maybe he was waiting her out.

"Edwin told me he's in love with me." and I don't know what to do goes unsaid.

"Huh, I thought you'd be the one to crack first." Truly, she did. The moment they told her that they weren't together but acted like the way they were, she thought it was just a matter of time. The fact that it was Edwin who spilled first is a surprise.

"You love him, he loves you. So why are you sulking?" Unless she should quit the detective business just as she's starting. What if Charles isn't in love?

"I'm not sulking! I.. told him I couldn't say it back, but that we'd figure it out. I do love him. I'm in love with him."

This is giving her a headache. "You're in love with him but said you can't say it. Why?"

It takes so long for Charles to answer that if she didn't know better she'd think he'd fallen asleep.

"What if.. What if I mess it up..? What if I hurt him?"

Head. Ache.

"Why would you?"

"I don't know! Maybe I wouldn't notice, maybe one day I'll look up and realize that I destroyed the person I love the most in the entire world and I didn't realize until it was too late! Maybe-"

Maybe I'm like my dad.

She can hear it in the shaky breath he takes. Charles thinks that if he let's himself be in love with Edwin, he'll destroy it all.

This was way heavier than she initially thought it would be. Honestly, she's not entirely sure she's equipped to have this conversation in the first place. But she doesn't know if there are any trauma specialized therapists out there who can see ghosts, so she's all Charles has at the moment.

So she gets up from her desk, sits down on the edge of the bed and pries one of Charles hands away from the rubi-globe-thing, to hold it in her own and stroke her thumb over his knuckles.

He might not be able to 'feel' it, but she thinks it's the thought that counts.

"Charles. Listen to me very carefully when I say this. You are a good person. You are kind, and loyal, protective and sweet. I don't think you could hurt Edwin. I don't think you would either. You marched straight into Hell for him"

"You tried to go too"

"Yeah, but I'm a crazy person. You're just crazy about a person."

It makes him snort and suppress a giggle, so she knows she's on the right track.

"I mean it, though. If you let yourself be in love with him, how much is really going to change? You'd still be Charles and Edwin, Dead Boy Detectives. Partners and best friends. You'd just also kiss an obscene amount"

"Hey!"

"You can feel each other, don't even deny that productivity would go down a lot"

He doesn't. And when she glances at his face, he's smiling, if a bit wistfully.

"Really, though, do you honestly believe I'd let you hurt my friend, Charles? I'll kick your ass."

And- score! She made him laugh, so she lays down beside him and looks up at the ceiling also, waits for him to catch his nonexistent breath.

"I'm going to tell him. When I get back to the office, I'm going to tell him."

"Good! And I'll come visit in like....what three days of smooching should be enough for you guys to start with, right?"

"Crystal Palace Surname Von Hovenkraft! Give me a week, at least."

"Deal!"

[seekingdandelions]

Okay, so, apologies for the mini-essay, but seeing this on my dash opened a forbidden door in my brain:

I was really into Dream SMP while it was ongoing, which meant that I got to witness the absurdity of it all, and its inevitable downfall, in real-time. It went from feeling like friends messing around and playing with a narrative, to mostly consisting of a palpable, deeply existential fear of losing their rapidly growing audience.

The Dream SMP could only ever be as successful as it was during a pandemic, evidenced by the fact that it all fell apart as the world started to open up again.

Some members were talented storytellers, but most… were not as gifted, to put it nicely. But everyone wanted a slice of the pie, which meant confusing, sometimes contradictory, plots where everyone wanted to be the main character, growing animosity between the less celebrated members and the successful ones, and monologuing.

Good lord, the monologuing.

As the individual stories people were trying to tell drew them further away from others, activity on the server dwindled, meaning that if somebody wanted to kickstart a story, they had to go it solo... Which often manifested as at least half an hour of monologuing that was mostly repetition, a sad/concerned tone, and aimless wandering around.

'I'm sad because of this, but I shouldn't be sad because of that, and if they knew I was sad it would make them sad, so I shouldn't be sad, but I am sad', type stuff. And when that was over, the person's chat would be like 'Wow, go off king, Oscar when?', and then the rest of the six-hour VOD would be mining, it was WILD.

I think the point where I realised that the Dream SMP had gotten irreparably bad was when they did an armageddon, doomsday event. The hub point of the world got absolutely nuked, which led to everyone crawling to separate corners of the Minecraft server which... isn't ideal for improv, as you might imagine.

But the absolute worst part of that event was that at least three different people decided to have a "villain arc" independently, at the exact same time (because the villains got the fanart and the animatics), and most of the others just stood around and watched silently. So, when the place that is supposed to symbolise community is under threat, half of the people that would usually fight to protect it were like 'Lol, no, I'm feeling a little evil today >:3' and started burning the place down. In some stories that could be a compelling turning point, but it just did not work at all, and it really spotlighted the variance in storytelling skills between participants. There was no build-up to the betrayals, it made no sense, and DSMP members were realising that caving to the will of the viewers was profitable (pandering to what your audience of mostly young teenagers wants to see is a bad idea, for obvious reasons).

There was a lot of audience homework copying inspiration, actually. Viewers would post that characters need therapy, so someone starts trying to do in-character therapy. Viewers would theorise about a villain arc for someone, which would then happen with zero development. Viewers would say, 'Hey, it would be neat if this guy was a time traveller' - enter stage left, that guy's time travel-based side series.

Throw in the constant drama, the ever-looming misogyny both on the server and in the community (source: just look at the gender ratio and the general treatment of Nihachu), and the fact that some of the acting was... rough.

At the time, it was all a lot of fun. Regardless of how it turned out, the enjoyment I personally got from the Dream SMP was very real, and I'm glad that I had it to get me through a rough time, but as a case study it's endlessly fascinating how something could be so fundamentally doomed to crash and burn. I don't think I could sit through and enjoy an entire Dream SMP vod again (unless it was a Technoblade vod, but even then it would be bittersweet for... obvious reasons).

I never actually watched the final stream that they did on the server. I don't know how people who're still active fans do it.

So yeah, Homestuck but bad doesn't sound too innacurate.

Watched a 3 hour plot summary of the Dream SMP just to see what all those teenagers in 2020 were on about and I've come away from it with the conclusion that, corollary to my joke that The Locked Tomb is "Homestuck if it was good", the Dream SMP is Homestuck if it was bad

[suzukiblu]

Day eighteen of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Oh, well, I guess partially? Though I think technically just Impulse and your boy here did, but yeah,” Bernard replies with a shrug. Kon . . . maybe also tilts his head. Okay. Yeah. He remembers Nina Dowd. Like, goddamn, does he ever. Fondly, one might even say. 

Specifically, like, he fondly remembers Mighty Endowed and her . . . “tracts of land”, was that how Tim had put it, as the ridiculous nerd he’d been and still is to this day? 

Dork. 

“God I’m still sad we didn’t actually get to fight her,” Kon mutters, shaking his head a little wistfully. “Worst missed opportunity that sixteen year-old me ever suffered, and I was sixteen for a minute.” 

“I–you–Bernard!” Tim sputters. “How did you never mention that before?!” 

“I dunno, babe, maybe ‘cause I’ve been pretending very, very hard to not know you were Robin?” Bernard reminds him with an amused grin, leaning in to lightly flick Tim’s nose. “And I felt like ‘oh hey did you know your buddies sent my one cousin to jail back when we were in high school?’ would maybe not be helpful with that?” 

“Technically Rob was also there,” Kon says. “And we didn’t really do much anyway, mostly we were busy dealing with the Super-Cycle and its shitty ex-boss. Actually, did literally anyone ever figure out why good ol’ Nina got the whole hottie-with-a-body New-God-meets-anime-catgirl treatment and none of us did? Like, did we ever get the Cycle to explain that one to us?” 

“I mean, are you sure you didn’t?” Bernard asks, looking him over meaningfully. Kon is not above preening for that. Very much so is he not above preening for that. 

“. . . were you actually concerned about that at the time, Kon?” Tim asks. “Did that occur to you at the time and you just decided . . . what, not to worry about it?” 

“Worst case scenario I coulda gone back to the Wild Lands, the beast-men probably woulda let me crash with ‘em,” Kon replies with a shrug, then takes another swallow of hot chocolate. God, it really is unfairly good. “Endowed got tiger stripes, right? I could rock me some tiger stripes.” 

“I mean I dunno, would your buddy the prince be into tiger stripes?” Bernard asks in amusement. 

“Technically he’s king now, actually,” Kon says. “Also he is a tiger, so I don’t see why not? Like, you’d think he'da been cool with that, right?” 

Tim says nothing. Somehow his total silence comes out very feeling all the same, though. Kon spares him another nice sharp grin and licks some of the melted whipped cream and caramel off the rim of his mug. Tim puts a hand over his own face and very feelingly continues to say nothing. 

“Probably wouldn’t need the collar anymore, right?” Kon muses “innocently” into his delicious chocolatey caramel-y goodness. “But maybe he'd lemme wear it for old times’ sake.” 

“I changed my mind, you should’ve just asked Nightwing and Starfire what they get up to,” Tim says dubiously, giving him a deadpan look as he does, and Kon actually fucking giggles over that one, which is maybe slightly embarrassing but oh well, he’s done weirder. Like, literally fifteen minutes ago he was doing way weirder, in fact. 

He kinda wishes Bernard’d get in the bed again, though. Dude’s kinda just been standing there, it makes him feel sorta rude or whatever. Admittedly Bernard getting back in this bed comfortably would necessitate some sacrifice of personal space and possibly someone ending up in someone else’s lap or at least real intimately pressed together, but . . . 

Kon, very briefly, tries to imagine what it might feel like if Tim and Bernard pinned him between them the same way they’d fucked him together just to, like . . . cuddle, or sleep, or like . . . whatever. 

. . . . . . . . . Kon needs to not imagine that right now, or his dick is going to have its own personal Mighty Endowed arc. Chances of accompanying maniacal catboy laughter pretty low, but still nonzero. 

God, though, he really would like to–no, nope, that is weird shit, self. Very weird shit. “Time for a new train of thought” levels of weird shit, in fact. Maybe a couple new trains of thought, if need be. 

“Jesus, you’re cute,” Bernard says, giving Kon a grin and reaching over to pinch his cheek, which should maybe feel ridiculous or demeaning but actually kinda just makes him wanna melt all over the dude. 

. . . need might be, yeah. Kon swears to absolute fuck, if he gets Pavlov-ed into getting horny over getting called “cute”, he will have to go supervillain for at least the next six to eight months. Like, he will go out and get himself a black bodysuit and smack on some gold armor and/or accessories and just finally have his Black Zero era. He has literally never actually wanted to have a Black Zero era, but over that cheek pinch thing, he genuinely just might. 

“I think you’re just projecting, man,” he says with a smirk, deciding to just hope he’s at least not blushing as hard as it feels like he’s blushing. Bernard grins wider at him and pinches both his cheeks this time, then flattens his hands against them and squishes them instead. Kon, unfortunately, has apparently gotten dicked down good enough that he just kinda lets the dude do it. 

Jesus, he is way too easy, isn’t he.

[youaremy-parkfilter]

Something about ' you're my park filter '

I'm so random lol...my mind just went like that and Yes!

'you're my park filter' i mean this

211013 cutey sexy lovely jimin's bday. Like every others he also went live on his bday. Little boy felt little awkward since it was a long time after his life. He talked a lot...but still something was off. Like a life line option, he called jungkook to join him on his bday live. Within a fraction of time he joined too, wished him many times, even pretend to bring the cake ... the frequent hand shakes (i have no counts lol)

And when you notice, they talked like everything on the earth from him mom's kimchi to his new hairstyle-my poor boy accidentally spilled.

Then our president hobi enters, boom we got a shy jiminie there. Teases over teases..I wish I could see their faces . Only because of hobi, we got to know who prepared that cake ? Who prepared that creative caption on that cake? Hello Mr.jeon you even took that cake in your hand when you entered the studio before, did you even care to ask 'hey how is the cake, did you like it' and so on ?? No . When only jhope was curious about the lines, jungkook was fast to convey the message of that line thats jimin's birthday and jimin's solo song filter and he combined it. Thats when jimin came to know it was from jungkook. Such a warm moment imo🥹

Are words the only thing in a relationship which can convey love? What if actions can speak more than words? What if actions can bring so much warmth?

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People are so stubborn that he didn't say this at jimin's face,that at jimin's face. People really need words !? More than 10 years and he have showed us more than enough that he care a lot about jimin. Even from their debut era, when the requirements where so not acceptable by him, he did it for the sake of doing it . That to push jimin away for fun, to make fun of him. From jimin's words we already know that jungkook used to say sorry for all these during night while the other pretend to sleep so he could listen. You think jungkook don't care ? He didn't care ? He won't care ? No, thats not the case. He is a pure soul, was a shy baby even to make eye contact with army from the beginning. As they grew up, he was inspired to be a dancer rather than a singer. He decided on that. They have discussed how jimin was shocked when he heard about this and how he wanted jungkook to be a singer, as an important member in their group like everyone. You think jungkook will never care about that person who stood always by his side day or night, ups or downs, happiness or sadness. You think Jungkook is some kind of ungreatful brat? That might be in your delulu fanfiction. In reality (what they have shown us, real reality is unknown to fans ) he seems very kind, generous, soft and care every other person. Too polite, a gentleman! So what made you think that jungkook never care about jimin ? Just tell me one reason why ? Just one !?

Keep the 'ship' aside. I never use that term to disrespect their bond. Never !

Now just think, when you say that jungkook never care about jimin, aren't you indirectly pointing out that he is a brat? An arrogant? The doe eyed boy which carry a galaxy in his eyes, who grew infront of ARMY, who claimed he loves ARMY the more - is arrogant? Is he faking?? How can you even bring this up ?? How can you ever think like that??

Whats your problem when it comes to jimin and jungkook? Why can't you digest the fact that they click each other easily. Just why ? Will it affect the rotation of earth?? Will it cause global warming 2 times more ? Just why CAN'T YOU accept the FACT ??

I want this fandom normalise jikook like every other duo ! No freaking ship !! Their bond should be respected! Their love should be valued ...

♡

i don't know how I reached this far, just talking about them and how fandom treats them fumes me like anything hahaha..

So.... My park filter, yeah ! You both deserve all the happiness and love. Keep going my loves

[pinkolve]

Paging Doctor Y/N ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Summary: You find Eddie getting beat up by a group of jocks, of course you have to come to the rescue and save him.

Genre: Fluff, angst for like two seconds

CW: Fem!reader, reader carries a purse, reader has an unusual amount of things in said purse, second person point of view, mentions of fighting, blood, bruises, swearing, use of a taser, inaccurate descriptions of weed, (I don't smoke enough to know what the fuck I'm talking about), violence, reader drives a pickup truck, reader is a total bad ass because why not?, and I really hope that's it! Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1,095

A/N: My first time writing in a second person pov, I think it's much better this way, let me know what you think! I might start writing all future fics this way. (I also write the words 'purse' and 'bag' far too many times in this, my deepest apologies.)

You walk out of Hawkins High, the cool night air nipping your skin. You wrap your jacket further around yourself as the door clicks shut behind you.

“Fucking freak!” A voice yells from next to you. You turn your head but see nothing, but there are grunts and groans emanating from somewhere. You peek around the corner, finding a group of jocks beating up another, skinnier boy.

“Let go.” He tries to fight back but a harsh punch lands in his gut. You quickly reach in your purse, grabbing hold of the light pink taser. You keep your hand in your purse, grip firm.

“Hey.” You round the corner, putting yourself in their line of sight. “Let him go.” You don’t look at the boy, just the jocks, standing your ground. You needed to show them you weren’t afraid, leave them powerless.

“Just mind your business.” He turns to punch the boy again.

“Now!” You yell louder this time. He turns back to you, eyes wide, and a vein popping in his forehead.

“Yeah,” He lets go of the guys shirt, making him lose his balance. He walks towards you creepily, until he’s close enough to touch. “And what are you gonna do about it?” He smirks, not realizing what a mistake he’s made. You quickly pull the taser from your purse and stick it to his stomach, turning it on and shocking him. He blubbers and shakes before you turn it off, making him fall to his knees.

“Hey!” One of the other jocks marches up to you, ready to defend his friend’s honor. When he’s close enough his fist pulls back. You grab it before it can hit you, moving to the side and tasing him in the neck. You pull his arm forward, making him fall to the ground.

“Anyone else want some?” You ask venomously, waving your taser in the air. The rest of the group runs over to grab their friends, dragging them away. You shake your head as you watch them scamper off. “Pussies.” You spit, before finally turning to the poor guy they were torturing. He looks up at you as he leans his back against the brick wall, needing the stability.

“Eddie?!” You yell, shoving the taser back in your purse as you run to his side. “I didn’t realize it was you! I’m so sorry, are you okay?!” You run your hands all over him, eyeing him down for any wounds that need urgent tending to.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” You look back up at his face, unconvinced. That’s when you notice a small, deep gash on his cheek.

“You have a cut right there, you aren’t fine.” You state, grabbing his forearm and pulling him along. You lead him to your beat up truck.

“It’s not a big deal!” He tries to laugh it off. You push him to sit on the cargo bed, throwing your bag next to him before you rummage through it.

“It is to me, now shut up so I can patch it up.” You say simply, pulling a first aid kit from your purse.

“You just have that in your purse?” Eddie speaks up, eyebrows furrowed. He moves to look inside, curious to find out what else you could possibly have in there.

“I have almost everything you could ever need. That’s why it’s so big, I pack it full of shit. I like to be prepared, and this whole situation proves it comes in handy.” You smile, pulling a small, travel size bottle of hydrogen peroxide from the kit.

“Got any weed in there?” Eddie laughs, expecting the answer to be ‘no’. You reach in and pull out a small metal tin with pre-rolled blunts. “Holy shit!” He grabs one and looks up at you, making sure it’s okay if he takes one. You set the tin down and grab a lighter, handing it to him, giving him wordless permission.

“My hero.” He sighs as he puffs out a cloud of smoke.

“Yeah yeah.” You roll your eyes playfully. “I’m gonna clean the cut now, it’s gonna sting.” You push the cotton pad to his cheek, making him hiss. You pull it down and away, wiping any blood off. “Sorry.” Your voice is soft and sincere. You grab some neosporin and place a glob on his cut, before sticking a small bandage over it. “Good as new.” You grin wide, admiring your handiwork. You reach in your bag once again, and pull out a cherry lollipop. Eddie’s eyes widen like little kid’s.

“Holy shit, candy too!?” He snatches it from you greedily.

“For being a good patient.” You giggle, packing up your things and throwing them back in your purse.

“Thanks, sweetheart. I owe you one.” He hops down from the truck and stands in front of you.

“Why’d they gang up on you anyways?” You ask, turning back to face him after throwing your bag over your shoulder.

“I’m not even really sure.” He laughs. “It doesn’t matter.” He waves you off.

“It does matter, Eddie.” You scowl at him, making his smile fade. “Stop acting like this is no big deal, because it is!” Your voice is raising slightly.

“Woah, woah, okay!” He raises his hands in surrender. He drops the blunt and puts it out with his boot. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You didn’t upset me! It’s all these fucking assholes who think it’s okay to beat you up, just because they want to!” Your hands flail around a little, anger rising inside you.

“Hey, don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”

“I do worry about you!” You almost scream. “I always worry about you, how could I not?! The guy I love is getting beaten and bruised just for existing! It makes my blood fucking boil!” You go quiet, anger still present. You look back up at Eddie when he doesn’t say anything, his face ghostly pale. “What?” You ask softly. He swallows.

“You uh…You said you ‘love me.’” He swallows again, the lump in his throat still remaining. You still, body freezing in place.

“I, well…I mean I don’t, well I do, but I didn’t-”

“Did you mean it?” He cuts you off quickly. You look at him with confusion.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, Eds.” You whisper. Before you can say anything else, or even move, his lips are on yours. You let out a soft squeak of surprise before kissing him back. He pulls away just enough to murmur against your lips.

“I love you too.”

[llpurpleplaysll]

All Might/Yagi Toshinori Headcanon's PT 3

Last one cause yeah!

Warning for the NSFW joke at the end

When you and Toshinori had gotten together, it was painfully obvious something was going on between the two of you.

Giving each other rides to even offering to walk back home together (by coincidence, Toshinori lived only 3 houses down from yours). When he had the ability to turn into All Might, he'd randomly make an appearance in your classroom to just 'stop by and check on the students'. To which, he did this for no one else except you.

When the special treatment started, the faculty of the building took notice first. You'd specially prepare Toshi a healthy meal, one that his body could handle due to the lack of a properly working digestive system. The only reason people noticed was because you were the only teacher in the building that had purple bento boxes and just by coincidence a certain pro hero had started carrying them around.

"Hey isn't that the English teacher's bento box?" "What? No! These are mine from home! You must be seeing things Present Mic." "All Might, your bento boxes aren't purple there All Might branded." "..Has anyone told you that you open your mouth a little too much?"

While you didn't exactly care too much about the faculty finding out, you were terrified of the students finding out (which unfortunately your worst fear came to light).

While sitting in the teachers lounge grading some papers, Izuku opened the door and walked towards Toshinori and you shaking out of his boots practically. Not even greeting you both he just blurted out the question.

"ARE YOU TWO DATING?"

Toshinori spat blood out his mouth.

Toshinori is now currently drowning on his own blood.

You had to step in and help.

"What? No! Where did you even get that assumption from?" "Well..after the All for one battle and I went to meet up with him at the beach..I saw you give him a big kiss.."

All you and Toshi could do was stare in silent shock, you'd been caught red handed.

After assisting Toshi and making sure he wasn't going to die from his own blood, you both confirmed the theories (the sounds of teenagers cheering abruptly came from the hallway as soon as you said 'Yes me and All Might are dating').

And of course both you and Toshi went out there to find the entirety of Class 1-A and 1-B eavesdropping (in which you reprimanded them for listening in on the private conversation and for sending Izuku in as a spy)

Sending them on they're way, you and Toshi laughed hard afterwards.

"Teenagers are a handful. Thank goodness we're never having kids." "Hey, never say never, I think I still got a few live ones in the sack." "...who taught you to say that?" "No one..I saw it online.." "Do me a favor and never repeat those words m'kay?"

Since that day forward, Izuku now uses you as a way to get more information about All Might's personal life (A funny question you will forever remember the boy asked was: "So does All Might go to bed strictly at 9pm or is it a myth?"

[antisocialsharky]

Hello! I have a question, so I have an OC that has ASPD and I feel like I'm struggling to show the symptoms of it in my writings for them, I don't want to make their whole personality their discord but I also kinda want to show that something isn't completely alright with them, is there any subtle ways of writing/showing ASPD? I'm really sorry if this question is confusing!

Hi ^^ That'll highly depend on your individual character and the type of ASPD symptom combination you're trying to portray, as well as the individuals personal stance towards their symptoms, their therapy progress and what type of society you're writing the character into! So these suggestions might not fit/you may need to adjust them regarding those points:

• having unconventional ways of showing love/appreciation/affection => imagine character A. struggling with something and character B. comes along, plops a cat in their lap, says "found that around the corner, now smile", cus B. knows that A. likes cats and that that may comfort them, so they grab a random cat to cheer them up, or yk stuff like that? just something that would make other characters around them go "wtf?" but that is at its core still motivated by wanting the other person to feel better and just not knowing how to do it in conventional ways

• a sort of possessive aggressive attitude that may have to be reigned in by the partner/friends/parents/etc. at times => imagine character A. talks about having been accidentally pushed by another shopper and character B. just aggressively mumbles threats immediately, or character A. wants to go out with friends and character B. asks if they need a bodyguard to bash the touchy douchebags into the wall. and character A. going "hey reign in the violence please, this situation doesn't require that" or sum? if you get the vibe? sort of in the way that shows that character B's first instinct is to react aggressively and that they don't know in which situation its appropiate, but A. casually reminds them of it

• casually throwing in an absence of prosocial reactions => mentioning them not seeming very moved by a catastrophe, remarking how their emotions dont seem to go very deep, touching on a lack of social skills, showing that their relationships dont seem to be too emotionally involved, etc. but just...casually? like "...everyone was crying, lying in each others arms, as the TV showed the bomb detonate and the rubble crumble down, burying bodies beneath it. it took a while for everyone to calm down, A. was wiping the tears of their cheeks, C. had their head buried in B's arms, who had been as unbothered as usual trough the whole thing and soon went to make tea for everyone, as D. declared they needed some distraction" => including B. in the group dynamic but still making sure to hint that they don't care about the event itself. you can alter how obvious you wanna make it and whether you'd like to leave room for doubt...like as to whether they just seem unbothered or actually are, whether they make insensitive comments or not, etc.

• showing impulsivity/irresponsibility as a sort of playful/funny thing to the group => "A. asked: 'where the fuck is this duck coming from', as they watched C. sitting on a blanket under a tree, with a duck nibbling away on some crumbs next to them. 'I dont know, I think B. stole it from the pond or something? He keeps dragging in new animals, can't keep himself from picking them up', C. answered, grinning at their friend. 'well at least hes no longer going after peoples pets...', D giggled as they plopped down next to C. 'remember how furious old Mrs. Maddison was when B. knicked her cat for a few hours to see how many mice it would chase before it got tired? that cat refused to move a single inch afterwards', the three broke out in laughter at the memory" => bit less subtle, but you know just casually remarking on how the ASPD character stole something, or is gonna be like "chill I'll give it back in a bit...probably", or is absolutely oblivious that they did something mean/against the law, because their friends think its funny? casually remarking on them not going to work, not turning in assignments a la " 'are they coming into work today?' 'its B. so of course not' " etc.

• showing the lack of remorse as an accepted not uncommon response while highlighting the way they go around it => " C. smiled at the roses in the glass vase on the table, carefully touching them with their fingers. 'Did B. apologize for what they did', A. asked, sitting down opposite of their friend. 'B. doesn't do apologies, but I woke up to these roses, so we're good', C. smiled, 'Its not like they'd feel sorry anyway, as long as they try to make me feel better I don't have a reason to complain', they added with a shrug" => depends on the dynamic and what type of apologies parties require ofc, but showing the alternative way of cheering the other up and showing that B. recognized its needed? casually throwing in that they wouldnt feel sorry anyway, but C. is satisfied with it and thats all that matters? that sorta stuff

• hinting at a bad family history that explains a behavior they show => " A. put an arm around C. and shook her head: 'I cant believe B. would just leave you here after a literal argument, what an ass, did not one teach him how to treat a partner?' C. put her arm around A.'s waist and laughed bitterly: 'Who should have? That absent father of his or his mother who'd just slap him for every mistake. No, its no wonder B. ran at the first opportunity. He'll be back, he always is' " => not too on the nose in regards to ASPD specifically, but giving background info that hints at trauma and having problems because of it.

And yeah...you basically do that with every symptom you wanna show. Making a condition less obvious and less central is usually done by giving the character people that are used to it and make it seem normal, by putting them in a society where those behaviors are less judged, or by showing some progress of working around it while still highlighting that it causes issues! Hope that helps, tho feel free to DM me if you need any advice for specific situations ^^

[beezaj]

First of all thank you for the question!

Really happy to know that people like my writing and wants to know more, and about the question, at the beginning after posting about gingerbrave team, I was going to write post focusing solo on pure vanilla but because of some personal reasons I was too busy with my life in general to write something and now 7-8 chapters of beast yeast is out and I will have to remake and rethink some aspects of this au (yes now this is a full au) which I can’t promise to you or myself that it will be soon, but this comment had made my brain go if full speed mode so I will make a short summary on ancients(-white lily since she is a big spoiler).

The beast one will be a part of a lore that I still need to work on so they will not be here sorry :(.

Again thank you for this comment and for bringing me back to writing!!! Hope you enjoy it!

Also the name of au is Baked goods

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Pure vanilla cookie - originally pure vanilla cookie wasn't sure what to think of you, no really witch-like creature about whom nothing is known? Doesn't bring trust at all, but quite an old cookie by nature tries to see better in situations and cookies next to him (he was literally tortured by Shadow milk cookie and he STILL wanted to be his friend) that's why he was the first one (almost, well holly berry cookie met backer after pure vanilla so) to be nice to you among the ancients.

He wanted to understand you. why are you here? why did you start helping cookie kind? why now?Why a group of children?

But he trusts you more than all the other ancients and even considers you his close (almost too close) friend and comrade, he sincerely trusts you and always glad to see you whenever you visit the vanilla kingdom, he likes to tell you stories and interesting things about their world when you do visit.

He doesn't mind that you guide gingerbrave and his friends after all these little children are close to pure vanilla cookie and he is sincerely glad that there is someone in the world who can protect and help them in case of need.

He knows that he can count on you.

HollyBerry cookie - her opinion on you is almost as good as pure vanilla’s if not the same ! Really and how can it not be when your very first meeting was in the battle against the greenish red dragon.

with you both of you against that old cranky lizard! as cookies say “enemy of my enemy is my friend” (she doesn’t really think of pitaya dragon cookie as an enemy tho)

of course when she just learned about you she was shocked and kinda confused by you but hey you were there to help so no problems in that.

right now she views you as a good person and descant supporter since in the first (and only ) battle she had seen you in action all you did was supporting the group of kids ,who at the time, also included her granddaughter.

Sure you appreciate might be little bit unsettling since you do look very much like a witch and you silent presence can be uncomfortable but you known to be doing only good things for your kingdom and cookie of it.

What harm in that , that is basically what she and her friends are doing.

She quiet found of your company and frankly it would probably be interesting to stay and spend time together more, but an cookie like her just can’t be on one place for too long she needs adventure she need the trill of free life! And that’s were your paths are going separate.

Tho she is always happy to see you and your little friends whenever you paths do cross again.

Maybe she should come visit your kingdom at least once, she heard a lot of good things about that place and would be happy to see it with her own eyes….

Maybe one day.

Dark cacao cookie -oh how many problems you had with this one.

From all ancients he was the second hardest cookie to befriend the only reason why he’s not the first one is because white lily cookie still doesn’t trust you.

Firstly he was threatened by you, like for him it’s already hard enough to trust an ordinary cookie, always expecting betrayal.

And the situation with the living void ? Yea let’s say his first impression of you was far from good.

The outlanders themself were a problem and they brought some type of beast with them?!?!? HOW DARE THEY AND YOU TO SHOW UP HERE!! He was full determent to make all of you regret that decision.

And then the battle with living void happened and short after he had lost control and become a monster by himself. It’s really good that the group of children were in time to reveal that thy here on pure vanilla’s behalf, when he hade heard them mention the name of a friend that he thought to be long time gone, he finally listened. Well more like read

Pure vanilla’s letter that had explained a lot of thing in.

It was truly nice to know that he was okay and that same outlanders that he thought were here for trouble were the one who helped his friend in need.

And after that moment his trust in you and the group of children started to build up.

Dark Cacao himself isn’t very chatty cookie himself but he dose accidentally talks to you

Your not his friend (not yet) but you are his ally and with every single battle you hade supported him in , his view on you became more positive

Who knows maybe one day he would call you his friend?

Golden cheese - her view on you and relationship in general very similar to dark cacao.

At the beginning she did not like you at all , she had her own virtual kingdom with all her trespassers and no place for outside things.

Then you and outlanders showed up , you fought, firstly against each other then together against smoked cheese cookie.

She find out you from pure vanilla and etc.

Just unlike Dark cacao she dose consider you a friend, gained witch like creature a friend, friend that she quite found of.

My-my, And how can she not ? You are very interesting as a ally as a person as a possible new treasurer of hers.

I mean she already considers her ancient friend, her people, even animals in her kingdom her treasures

why not add a new precious stone to her collection?

[dan-the-womans-blog]

Hello!!! Are you okay? I hope so.

I don't really have any requirements, and don't worry about smut, if you don't like writing about it I won't ask for things like that.

My only requirements are MLM and the reader uses masculine pronouns.

You can do a fluffy/comfort story about the reader helping Spencer get over what happened in season 2, episode 14/15 (Tobias Hankel case)

You know, when people who are addicted to drugs stop taking them, they go through a series of withdrawal symptoms.

So it could be something with the medical reader, who helps Spencer with the dilaudid and nightmares. But don't limit yourself, be creative and feel free to add whatever you want.

Thank you in advance, and kisses from Brazil! 💞

Title: Safe Haven

(Spencer Reid x Male!Reader)

I hope you like it, I'm sorry it took so long, I was trying to get it right, it is in fact a male reader, but since it's written in a second person pov it could be read as a gender neutral. Thank you so much 💕💕

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The first time you saw him, really saw him, was in the dim light of his apartment at three in the morning. Shadows stretched long across the walls, the soft hum of the city outside barely audible over the harsh, uneven breaths escaping Spencer’s lips. His fingers trembled violently as he reached for a glass of water, the effort alone seeming monumental.

Before the glass could slip from his grasp, you moved, steadying it with your own hand.

"Hey, hey, I got it," you murmured, voice soft, careful, like anything louder might shatter the fragile moment.

Spencer barely looked at you, his eyes unfocused, pupils wide in the low light. His skin was pallid, slick with sweat, and his curls stuck damply to his forehead. He looked awful—drained, exhausted, barely clinging to control—but it wasn’t his appearance that made your chest ache. It was the way he looked at you like he expected you to leave. Like he expected you to see him like this and walk away.

"You should go," he rasped, voice rough from dehydration and the weight of unspoken words. "I don’t want you to see me like this."

"You don’t get to decide that," you replied, your tone gentle but firm. You guided the glass to his lips, coaxing him to take a sip before setting it down. "I’m staying, Spencer. You don’t have to do this alone."

His jaw clenched, and for a long moment, he didn’t speak. You could see the war behind his eyes, the part of him that wanted to argue, to push you away, to convince himself that he deserved to suffer through this alone. But you weren’t going to let that happen.

When Spencer had finally admitted his addiction to you two days ago, he had done it with his head bowed, hands curled into fists like he was bracing for impact. "I was using dilaudid," he had confessed, his voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it aloud would somehow make it worse.

You hadn’t reacted with anger or disappointment. You had simply reached out, laced your fingers with his, and said, "Then we’ll get through this together."

Now, sitting beside him as he shivered despite the blanket wrapped around his shoulders, you knew that promise wasn’t an easy one to keep. Withdrawal wasn’t just painful—it was merciless. His muscles twitched involuntarily, waves of nausea wracked his body, and his mind waged war against him, replaying his worst memories on an endless loop.

His breathing hitched suddenly, and his fingers dug into his knees.

"It—it hurts," he admitted, his voice breaking on the words.

You reached out, running slow, soothing circles along his back. "I know," you murmured. "I know, Spence."

The nights were always the worst. The fevers, the aches, the phantom sensation of the drug calling to him—it all built up until exhaustion finally took over. But sleep wasn’t an escape. It was a battlefield.

And you knew the second the nightmare took hold.

Spencer tensed against you, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. His fingers twitched, gripping at nothing, and then a low, panicked noise escaped his throat.

You didn’t hesitate.

"Spencer," you said, pressing a steady hand to his shoulder. "Wake up. You’re safe."

His eyes snapped open, wild with terror, and for a split second, he wasn’t here with you. He was back in that cold, dark place, tied to a chair, pain and fear swallowing him whole.

But then his gaze met yours, and recognition flickered back into his expression. His breathing remained ragged, but his grip found you—fingers curling desperately into your sleeve, grounding himself in reality.

You didn’t ask what he had seen. You knew.

Instead, you shifted closer, wrapping your arms around him, anchoring him to the present. "It’s okay," you murmured against his hair, holding him as tightly as you could. "You’re here. You’re safe."

His whole body shuddered against yours, the weight of it all pressing into you. His fingers curled into your shirt like a lifeline. "I hate this," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

"I know," you whispered back. "But you don’t have to go through it alone."

For a long time, neither of you moved. You simply held him, letting your warmth seep into his trembling frame, letting the moment stretch between you in quiet reassurance.

The road to healing wouldn’t be easy. There would be more sleepless nights, more pain, more battles to fight. But as long as he would let you, you would be here.

Because he wasn’t alone.

And he never would be again.

[wingsofmud]

The Weird Introduction of Thorn and the Outclaws

Thorn's introduction is so weird, especially compared to how she's characterized for the rest of the series. Like the first time she was introduced, I was fully convinced she was running the equivalent of the Sandwing mafia.

Like the first thing said about the Scorpion Den, where the Outclaws reside, is this:

Which, fine, they are Nightwings so obviously they'd have baised information. But when they go to meet the Outclaws, they're not allowed in without some sort of offering:

Okay, they are grown Nightwings, so I suppose a contribution might make sense since they'd probably not come because they're in need of something. Whatever. But he specifically said "no one" gets inside.

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Anyway, Six-Claws finds Sunny hiding behind them and escorts her inside the city. She's approached by an assassin-for-hire and given his card and Six-Claws says this:

Mind you, Six-Claws is essentially Thorn's right-hand man.

Then we're introduced to the fact that the Outclaws feed dragonets:

This is something that's clearly meant to make them seem like good guys in both Sunny and the reader's eyes. But also, it's mentioned that most of the dragons here are starving or injured so they're likely impoverished. Which really begs the question, what were they giving to the Outclaws to get them to let them in? Isn't it kind of fucked up to demand something in exchange from a desperate dragon?

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When they come across the Oasis the city is built around, we have this exchange:

You guys see how this sort of thing is a problem, right? Like this would read as villainous?

It would be one thing if this was prevention from any one group taking control of the water, but no. They control it because then they can control the city. Granted, guarding any sort of vital resource is automatically very suspicious regardless of how good your intentions are. But hey, they are intended to prevent crime and this is a very effective way of controlling the territory. Fine.

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Anyway, we're introduced to Thorn and she kills Preyhunter. It would be one thing if Preyhunter had attacked her, but that's not at all what happened. I'll just put here the full excerpt:

This is not at all a reasonable reaction on Thorn's part. Generally, in any media, when someone kills the messenger, they're the bad guy or at the very least not the greatest pillar of morality. Because killing the messenger is a disregard of someone's life and a show of lack of emotional control considering you lashed out not at the person causing you harm, but the one who had the unfortunate job of telling it to you.

Hell, Preyhunter was the more reasonable one here. It takes Thorn grabbing him by the neck and throwing him on the ground, then threatening him with her tail, and then nearly burning him with fire for him to fight back. And does he use his built in throat flamethrower? No, he uses his claws instead. The way it's written heavily implies even this is just a blind panic reaction. And Thorn kills him.

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The book never goes into how messed up this whole situation was. A few paragraphs later, we have these thoughts from Sunny:

Ah yes, murder is okay as long as you feel bad about it and the person attempted to defend themself.

Also she 100% did not have to do that. There's genuinely a level of insecurity you need to have to feel the need to prove to someone who is very clearly at your mercy that you have power over them.

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It is later explained that Thorn does this because she thought Preyhunter was lying, but when Fierceteeth confirms that Morrowseer is in fact dead and the Nightwing Kingdom was destroyed, we have this:

Sunny is fully convinced Thorn intends to kill Fierceteeth for telling her a fact she doesn't like in a tone she also doesn't like.

If this were any other book, hell if this were any other character, they would be a villain. I actually genuinely can't think of a single villain in WoF who has killed some sort of messenger or bystander because they didn't like something that was told to them. Like, that is villain behavior 101.

When Sunny and Thorn mention killing Preyhunter, all she says is this:

"Yeah, sometimes you gotta show your gang your teeth by throwing down and killing a random dragon who let you know that the guy you hate is dead because you thought he was lying but as it turns out he wasn't lying and pretty much died for nothing, Beetle"

"Beetle?"

"My pet name for you!"

Am I tripping or is the sudden shift in conversation weird? After this Thorn is presented as being level-headed, kind, wise, and, in general, a good leader.

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So what we have is:

You must give something to the Outclaws to be allowed into the Scorpion Den

Said Scorpion Den is full of impoverished and injured dragons likely fleeing the horrors of the war

It's implied Six-Claws at least has hired the services of enough assassins to recognize that the one here is "too expensive" and "barely competent"

The Outclaws feed dragonets up to the age of 8 for free every day

The Outclaws control the only water supply in order to control the town

Thorn kills a guy who tells her a message she doesn't like and dismisses this action as "showing your teeth" essentially

Please, I need to know it's not just me. Like this reads as some sort of desert mafia, right?

It would be one thing if just Sunny herself was idealizing Thorn because she was her mother and realized she wasn't as good as she thought she was, but no. All of the Outlcaws' and Thorn's actions are not only justified, but seen as a necessity in the narrative.

Thorn is basically divinely blessed to rule the Sandwings. This introduction to Thorn and the Outclaws doesn't really line up with the rest of the book(s). Am I saying Thorn or the Outclaws are villains? No. But I am saying the way they were introduced implies that they are or at the very least are morally grey. But they're not. It makes me wonder if they were original meant to be more villainous, but Tui changed her mind? Idk

[bio-hazard]

okay good points

1. maybe don't send hate at all. like period ? at most maybe send an ask being like "hey you should tag this stuff" and if they don't, just block. imo hate isn't acceptable for any reason !!

2. i get what ur saying but because of how blogs are linked by reblogs, we're often not thinking of the full picture. say someone who is mainly sfw makes a post and maintags it, and makes more similar posts, then reblogs something a little more nsfw from someone else. a third person who is looking for content might come in and look at the sfw posts (and even then, may send hate over that! selfship rpf is unfortunately still very frowned upon in some circles), or they'll go look at something the other persons blog, which might have more nsfw or graphic material on it. now they're upset because they've found nsfw material about that creator and send hate because .. idk they're stupid or smthn. hate is stupid im sorry lmfao

3. unfortunately trying to wrangle tags Is difficult. some people dont use a general x reader tag, some people use blog specific tags, some people only use one version of the name (i.e charlie slimecicle x reader) over another (i.e. slimecicle x reader), maybe it isn't even tagged x reader at all, and then you main tag it on top of all that, and suddenly it's very hard to avoid it. sure you can block a tag but if someone makes a new typo or their post just doesn't have that specific ? then youre back at square one. or even if you do block that tag and the post is main tagged, now you scroll through the main tag and its just filtered post after filtered post!

4. people have different levels of shame and okayness with exposure. there's probably people on here who wouldn't mind charlie seeing their content, and there's people who would. my christmas fic for example; i'm very proud of that work and it is sfw, but would i want charlie to see it? god no. would i post it on say, twitter and tag it as charlie? definitely not! i dont like that kind of attention on me and my content. i would only like people who came looking for it to see it

5. yes absolutely it is up to other people to curate their own content consumption but at the top of the post you also express you wouldn't like to see media that wasn't properly tagged and isn't anything you'd like to see. do we as writers of something thag isn't exactly publicly accepted media not owe it to the general public to keep it contained? you wouldn't walk around work loudly talking about how you really wanna kiss your hot boss, let alone anything worse, right?

does this make sense? (also i'm very sorry if any of this came off as like rude or anything at all i promise i don't mean for it to)

am i crazy for thinking we should not be maintagging our x reader content. because that is how main ppl find us. because that is how we get harassed .

hey guys 😀 ?