#my opinion changes from time to time though

[betty-fran]

SNW is probably the last thing I want to watch, and there are many reasons for that (but, yes, this is the main one).

Commenting on something you haven't watched isn't the best idea, but even from what I've seen, I have a lot of questions for the creators of the series. And probably the most important one, who are these people and how will they become the people we saw in TOS in just a few years? And why do all the actors look like they've stepped out of either a Netflix relationship show you'll never watch, or a passing cop show where everyone's hot, but you don't remember any of the characters?

Spock. Okay, why does this guy keep calling himself that? Why did he take his shirt off? Why did he kiss that blonde? Oh, he screams, and cries, and hugs. He seems more emotional and tactile than I am, and I usually scare introverts...

Chapel. She's really cute, honestly, the only thing I liked about SNW, even though she still has nothing to do with the original Star Trek. And she reminds me of Kirk, especially AOS Kirk, especially AOS Kirk from so many fanfics where he's more funny than an asshole. Honestly, guys, it's the 21st century, but for S and K, the authors are ready to write any love story, even a homosexual one, but they won't be given a chance to be together.

Jim. Oh, I've seen him somewhere before, and no, it wasn't in TOS. And why is he older than Shatner when he played Kirk, if it's a prequel? And I read that this Kirk has a better relationship with salad, is that true?

A pretty woman with a strange name, a relative of Khan, is having an affair with Kirk. Oh, this is starting to sound like The Rings of Power.

Number One. Finally has a name (and it's actually good) and looks like she just returned from a space flight with Katy Perry. I'd rather not think that she's my favorite female TOS character because it makes me sad.

Pike. Well, he's always been a difficult read - he's not talked about much in TOD, and even less so in AOS, and given his history he has this archetypal hero-from-legend vibe, which makes him a little less personal and more like a tapestry of a knight, which isn't great for a series where he's a lead protagonist. I don't know how SNW handles this story-wise, but visually, it doesn't. I'm actually really old-fashioned, but I'm really sad how the idea of ​​true beauty has changed, and how artificial it seems now.

(just bring them back! it was a real cinema!)

Through Star Trek, it's actually good to follow how the world is changing, because each of the Star Trek series actually reflects the time in which it was filmed. I've read the opinion that SNW captured the spirit of the old Star Trek quite and, well, I can only take their word for it. But watching TOS now, I can say that it's unlikely that anyone today can truly capture its spirit, and when someone can, it will be the day of a utopian future for cinema. From what I've seen, SNW really only conveys well the stagnation in which modern cinema finds itself, which has long been trying to please everyone at the same time and is therefore unable to express any specific self-sufficient thought.

star trek used to be about gays in space

now they just make Spock kiss women

[twistedteatime]

Care

A/N: I feel like crap today. I'm better now than I was earlier. I wanted some period care with Bucky and decided to write it myself. I've got other fics to write, but this is the one that came of today. It's not in the Scorpio AU. It's just a standalone.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x !femReader

POV: 2nd no use of Y/N.

Summary: Bucky comes home and finds you in a state of pain because of your period and takes care of you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Strangely enough I don't think there's any LANGUAGE to warn about for once. Fluff. Care. Talk of heavy period pain symptoms (because I'm not in the tribe of periods being unmentionable). Bucky and Alpine being cute. I can't think of anything else. (I'm sure there's more but I can't remember)

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You were still home when Bucky walked into the house. His brows scrunched together as his blue eyes looked at you as you shuffled back through the doorway from the bathroom, Alpine following you with a worried meow.

Concern bubbled in his stomach at the sight of your pale face and tired, heavy-lidded eyes, sweat soaking through one of his T shirts you were wearing. Then you looked at him as he was looking at the pulled-out drawers, tears pooling in your eyes as he stepped in with a gentle sigh and locked the door as he always did.

He knew what this was. He hated it, but not for most reasons men hated it. Bucky hated what it did to you.

Not every month, but too often for his liking your period put you in a state like this. The last couple of months had been alright, but not this one.

You sniffled, “I can’t find the heating pad anywhere. I’m so hot, though. I’ve already changed my clothes twice. I’m hungry but the thought of food makes me wanna puke. I did puke. It feels like my uterus wants to implode. My head hurts…and I’m so tired!”

You were overwhelmed. It wasn’t the first time.

Pain radiated in your lower back, your lower abdomen felt like it was a hand mercilessly squeezing a tube, your thighs ached and you could feel the start of a migraine coming that was almost guaranteed if you started crying. If you cried you were done for but you were so tired it hurt to hold it together.

He didn’t hesitate another moment.

“Shh…I’m home now, sweetheart. It’s gonna be alright.” Bucky soothed, walking quickly over to you to scoop you up in his arms to carry you to the couch, “The heating pad is in the closet. I’ll go get it. Does it help to sit or help to walk?”

“Sit.”

“Okay. Don’t move. I’ve got you, okay?” he asked and you nodded, wiping your eyes, smiling a bit when he kissed your forehead.

You’d been worried when you first moved in together that he didn’t understand what you meant when you said your periods could get bad. It worried you how he’d react to them and how long it’d take before he got annoyed with them. The first time he saw what happened in its full “glory” Bucky had been intensely worried but had also sprung himself into action to do everything he could to alleviate it.

He had even asked Sarah for help and followed her advice to the letter. Including trying to get you to go to the doctor. You found it ironic with how much he hated going to them himself that he was willingly taking you to one.

The experience didn’t improve his opinion on them. Not that you didn’t warn him what would happen. You’d been through it enough.

Just take Tylenol, Advil, Aleve, Pamprin, Midol, etc. Eye rolls. Ignored.

You were used to it. Bucky didn’t give up. He kept trying and whenever you had a bad month he was always there to take care of you. It helped more than the OTC meds and even though you found a doctor that listened, which you were slightly convinced their fear of your boyfriend played a large factor in, you still had bad months.

In a moment he was there with the large pad, plugging it in and handing you the controls to place it over your front, and he had another one of his shirts. You just raised your arms for him to pull the sweat soaked one off and let him put on the lighter dry one. He put an extra blanket on the couch behind you knowing once the hot flash was over you’d get cold. Bucky didn’t want you to feel cold just in case he wasn’t done before you did.

Next came a large glass of water with a wedge of lemon in it and three different flavors of candy canes or peppermints. He kept them in the house year-round once he figured out that one of them was usually likely to help with your nausea. The next part was the hard part.

“I know you don’t feel good, sweetie, but you really do need to eat. What have you tried?”

“Toast. It didn’t stay down…and I just can’t…think of something that tastes…good.” You answered and he nodded, thinking before carefully suggesting a few things that you usually would eat on days like this until you slowly nodded, “That…that’s not nauseating…”

He nodded and went back into the kitchen, Alpine hot on his tail. Occasionally you’d hear her meow at him and him respond to it. Soft, short, then a bit more accusatory.

“Have you been watching Kitchen Nightmares with her again?”

It made you chuckle sleepily. He brought out your food a few moments later, sitting with you to eat, putting on one of your favorite shows that you knew he secretly liked even if he said he didn’t. Still he mostly kept his eyes on you with soft, caring, and concerned ones.

The food stayed down. You’d love to say it always did when he made it, but sometimes it didn’t want to. You’d love to say the moment he got home that the pain subsided but you both knew that wasn’t how it worked. You’d love to say a lot of things you couldn’t, but you focused on what you could before the heaviness of your thoughts could pull you down too far.

Bucky was a cuddler on regular days but on these ones he took it to the next level whenever you needed it. Sure there were days you didn’t want to be touched, which he respected without question, but those days were far fewer than the ones where you just wanted to be held.

This was one of them and as soon as you were both done with your food and the dishes put away Bucky returned and pulled you into his lap, heating pad and all.

Alpine hopped up into your now vacant seat as she always did, curling herself up where you had been. Like usual she looked at you, then looked at Bucky, and then he nodded. Only then did she either lay her head down or turn it to look at the TV with the two of you.

It depended on what you were watching.

You were still sweating. Bucky noticed this and held out his left hand to you. The metal of it was cool, soothing, and even if it was a strange use for it, in some ways, to him, he was grateful for it. So were you while guiding it where you wanted, usually to your spine which sometimes required you to shift around a bit so he could run his hand up and down it. Sometimes it was just to your face. Sometimes, like today, you just slipped it under his shirt on you and around your side so he’d hold you closer.

He always did and you never failed to doze off, head against his shoulder within the next ten or so minutes. Usually less. Eyelids heavy, head foggy, you’d doze off even if it took you some time.

“Thank you.” You said softly, meekly, and his heart clenched as it always did.

To him it wasn’t something he needed to be thanked for, but, he supposed, he thanked you for things you didn’t think needed thanking for.

So he replied the same way you did, “You don’t need to thank me, but if it makes you feel better, you’re welcome.”

“Hmm.” You hummed, cuddling into him more with a small smile.

“Feelin’ better?”

“Yeah…sleepy…” you answered and he nodded, holding you close, “Sleepy and weird questions. Like: what did women with periods crave before chocolate was a thing?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart, I’m not that old.” He retorted lightly, lips curling up softly when you chuckled heavily, drifting off slowly, “Probly some other sweet thing. Like honey.”

“Mh…why?”

“I don’t know. Energy from the sugar?”

“Then why’d I crave chips?” you asked sleepily.

“They’re carbohydrates. Carbs are energy.”

“Then why’m I so sleepy?” you mumbled and he just cuddled you with a small smile.

“Hormones and other things. Get some sleep, baby, I’ve got you.” Bucky said and you smiled while dozing off, knowing you were safe and cared for.

Once he was sure you were asleep, and that Alpine wasn’t watching it, he turned your show off to put something else on. Something he knew you liked even if you teased him for it being old and kind of corny. He wasn’t really watching it; he was typing into his phone.

To your doctor.

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A/N: Someone might be in trouble. Slight, teensy weensy itty bitty kinda sorta soft dark Bucky. Maybe. Bascially this is what I'd want from Bucky today for myself so...call it self indulgent. It helped. I feel better now. Sort of. Enough to function on my other fics.

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[bikananjarrus]

i think my biggest critique of the first arc was the ferrix crew storyline. i didn't really feel like we spent enough time with them, and on a personal level with the characters (namely bix, brasso, and wilmon, less about cassian in this case), where they are now, how they feel about that, i felt like it was missing something.

(quick disclaimer that i've only watched the episodes once; my opinion might change upon a rewatch and upon seeing the rest of the season, but for now this is my first-viewing takeaway.)

it felt a bit like the writing sacrificed getting deep and personal with our ferrixians in exchange for pushing the discussion about them being illegal workers/immigration/etc. we've obviously got some very real world parallels with the discussions around illegal workers, and important discussions at that, but it would have been nice to hear from bix, brasso, and wilmon how they feel about being forced to leave ferrix. what does it mean for them to live somewhere that's not their home? it would've been nice to hear them mention jezzi or any of the other ferrixians, and how they wish they could speak with someone back home to see how things are. i think the serious topic of immigration and illegal work would've hit harder if we'd gotten to see first-hand how these displaced characters are feeling.

i also wish we had gotten to see the three of them (four counting bee) interact with each other more, especially in the lead up to brasso's death. again, i felt like we sacrificed seeing the bond that bix, brasso, and wil have with each other to make room for them interacting with new characters, namely talia and beela. (nothing against her) but i didn't really see the point to talia's character, other than having a friendly face to leave bee with at the end (even though they could've left him with beela). this show has done an incredible job in the past at making me care about a brand new character in about 2 minutes flat (see even the beginning of 2x01 with niya's introduction), but i don't think that thought and care was put into talia. i didn't get a sense of her personality at all, and it felt like she was just there to be there. they could've still had her there, and just made her friends with the ferrix crew. but i didn't really get much out of her and brasso being an item. (i actually thought brasso's friendship with kellen had more depth, so we could've just focused on that instead, if they wanted to establish that the ferrix crew had a foothold in the community.)

beela had only a bit more personality, but not much. i think the connection between her and wilmon could have been more interesting, and could have had more depth, even in a short amount of time. if we'd gotten a better chance to understand why wilmon is drawn to her and her to him, it would've made him running off to her when they're getting ready to leave more understandable. and then the consequences of him leaving to see her, causing brasso to go after him and get caught in the stormtroopers' crossfire, would have hit harder.

and as for brasso's death, i predicted that he would die in this first arc, so that wasn't surprising. but it was a real blink and you miss it death, which felt a little odd. (*i* missed it anyway; idk about anyone else, but i didn't even realize he'd gotten hit until cassian saw his speeder crashed and smoking.) we've had very quick sudden deaths before (look at most of the aldhani crew) but this felt so distant compared to how beloved brasso is. and considering that we didn't get that much screen time with him before it happened, i really was just left wishing for something more from the whole ferrix crew's storyline before they lost brasso.

i hope we get to talk about brasso and ferrix more in future episodes, since bix and wilmon (and cassian, of course) are still around. but it does make me a little nervous about these year-long time jumps.

[fenharel-babe]

Tagging: @zombiefishgirl , @amoaliquis @museinthemiddle @fenharels-chewtoy bc yall said you were excited so here you go hehe :)))💙.

Okay here goes my rant of Solas and how he is such a good lover. His romance has been broken down to hell and back but I DONT CARE! I’m adding my thoughts and just stirring the pot of Solavellan on tumblr. A community I love with all my heart.

Okay, so. The reason I believe Solas is such a good lover is because of how he respects Lavellan and likes to know more about her. That man was definitely wanting to kiss her when he was in that Haven dream, but he let her do it. He said she changed everything, but still didn’t take initiative and let Lavellan do it. Once she did and he knew she felt somewhat the same, THEN he went all in and used tongue. He was so down bad already. SO DOWN BAD!!!

And then he ends up asking for time and not wanting to lead her on. He’s open about his feelings though that’s definitely terrifying. Yes, he’s not telling the full truth about his past BUT he is talking about his feelings in the present and telling her the truth about that at least. I feel like he would understand if she wanted to end it and move on, and he sets boundaries and it makes sense. This man was a spirit of Wisdom that suddenly took a form and was used and abused his whole life until Inquisition, so he barely had time to understand FEELINGS and especially LOVE. He had little to no time to understand that, so he sets a boundary, lets her know he needs time. He needs to think before he does anything else. I see that as very sweet and considerate since he doesn’t want to lead either of them on and basically be a terrible lover because he isn’t sure he DOES love her. He isn’t sure and needs time, and it’s respectful and good to be HONEST about that, and he was.

Then talking about how he wants to know her more, I think about the talk on the balcony when he asks her if the mark has changed her. In my opinion this is when his view on the world has begun to change. He sees people as people and actually alive. Lavellan (at least my Lavellan) has helped refugees with blankets and food, helped a man’s dying wife get a potion she needed from her son, helped a random woman get justice and her wedding ring back from Templars when they killed her husband, and had done so much to help people. And she has to go out of her way to do this!! She was busy as hell yet still took the time to help them. She did all of this and he wondered if the anchor somehow changed her. In my head, he possibly was scared or worried of falling for someone that was changed, but then he learns she has always been this way, and it makes him cement in his feelings. He loves her and he cannot hold it back anymore, though he tries. He tries one last time to pull back, but her telling him to stay made him see how she also loved him and wanted him badly, so he gave in. He kissed her and told her that he loved her, speaking in his language to show how serious he was. We know if he speaks in elven, it’s gotta be serious and it was.

I believe Solas didn’t love freely and possibly never did romantically to anyone in ancient Arlathan. Not just for the trope of her being his first love, but because of how he had to do war and did such horrible things (due to Mythal and others) and definitely didn’t have time to get close to people, but this time he did. He got to know a woman that was a ‘shadow’ of his people, but she was really a light. Like Cole described her at the end of DAI, when he looked at her she shined bright and it was like looking at birds as they flew past the sun and how it hurt to look for too long. Feel like Solas looked at her and she was so bright and a unique spirit to see now due to how corrupted spirits could become and how the world was full of corruption and pain. Yet she still survived and was a beacon of light and hope. Hope to him especially.

Then, I think of how he left her. Leaving her was definitely a Choice™️ and feels dumb….but when I look at it in Solas POV I do understand a little bit. He is full of guilt and remorse and he knows he cannot love Lavellan to his full potential as long as he feels that way. He will focus on that guilt and regret and he can’t do that to her. She loves him, but she doesn’t know the Full sides of him, and it hurts. He loves her so much that he can’t lead her on. So he tries to tell her, but he can’t. He’s overwhelmed with fear and she doesn’t know about his past until he literally CANT hide it from her anymore. I think breaking up was sad and painful but it was considerate when you look at it from Solas. He wanted to protect her, and he believed leaving was the best option, and maybe it was. It’s sad it happened, but he at least thought of her in the moment, in my head anyways.

And then the FLYCAM SCENE OF HIM LEAVING DAI AND HOW HE TURNED AROUND ONE! LAST! TIME! TO LOOK AT LAVELLAN!!! Crazy guy. This asshole (affectionate).

And then Trespasser comes. It is an asshole move that he let Lavellan suffer the anchor for his plans, but if I’m right; he could’ve just let her die. But he saved her (and friend and rival inky but you get what I mean) and actually admits the past. The small “thank you” when Lavellan says she didn’t think he was capable of that is PAINFUL! STABBING ME IN THE HEART!!!! MURDERING ME!!!! Regardless, he told her the truth finally, saved her from Qunari spies and a whole war plot, and saved her life from the anchor. Plus, I think about how they first meeting Trespasser and how this MAN. THIS MAN THAT HAS THE POWER OF A GOD!

Takes a step back and hangs his head whenever she steps forward and yells at him.

HE STEPS BACK?!?!! Tell me you’re ashamed of how you left your GF and still love her and are terrified of her anger without telling me.

Her touch would destroy him!! A MAN WITH GOD POWERS!!! A MAN THAT DID A MIND BLAST THE SIZE OF A BOMB. And then the quiet “my love”!!!! And “I wish it could, Vhenan,” AND “I will never forget you,” AAAAAH. THIS MAN LIVES FOREVER!!! BUT HE WILL NEVER FORGET HER AND WILL LOVE HER FOREVER!!!! And then he still wants to be wrong. Well, he doesn’t but he does. He would treasure the chance to be wrong once again. IM CRAZY ABOUT HIM!!!

Anyways, now we’re talking about The Dreams. I’ve read fanfics/posts on tumblrs saying that they believe Solas, the first time at least, entering Lavellan’s dreams was an accident. I can totally see that…..however I see it as on purpose. This man was so in love that I cannot see him truly cutting her off all the way. He needs to at least see her, even if it’s in dreams. They used to be in the Fade together so many times until he ended it, so it’s so…natural to see her in dreams. He can’t sleep without seeing her and knowing she’s okay.

And from my understanding this most likely means Solas timed his sleep/meditating time with Lavellan’s sleep schedule. I could be wrong but when entering the Fade, you gotta be asleep or doing something with your mind and how could Solas do that simply awake? He couldn’t. He had to know when she was asleep!!! He knew her schedule and prayed it hadn’t changed AND IT DIDN’T! He remembered her schedule and met her in dreams…..but would leave when she tried to touch him because if she did it would just hurt more. I’m going fucking crazy.

This man is FULL of LONGING and LOVE and PAIN and OVERWHELMING EMOTIONS BECAUSE HE WAS A SPIRIT!!! AND NOW HE’S A PERSON!! AAAAAAH!!!!!

Anyways: now onto DATV. I find it funny when Rook mentions Lavellan and Solas is just “uh…she is a good woman,” and then smiles when Rook asks if he regrets loving her and he’s basically like “absolutely NOT”. He has countless regrets, yet he has come to cherish her more than his victories. His battles he won? They couldn’t compare to the love he got from her. To the love they shared. It couldn’t compare……

And god….the reunion at the end. I think we can all agree that the sound and music people went HARD on this scene. The CHOIR SWELLING WHEN LAVELLAN SHOWS UP??? Now that’s dramatic and totally what I was craving. But anyways the way Solas literally lowers the dagger and looks at Lavellan, and even turns his body completely to her! His eyebrows tilt up, his mouth is slightly open with shock, and his dagger is lowered as he whispers, “Vhenan…”. It almost feels like he couldn’t say it louder. And tbf he probably couldn’t given he just got the shit beat and BIT out of him LMAO.

But anyways he’s vulnerable in this moment. I believe if they wanted to kill him, this would’ve been the moment to do so. Lavellan was the perfect distraction, even if she wasn’t used that way. She still was. He gives her his attention in an INSTANT, and he can’t believe she’s there. And the “I forgive you!” line has to have hit him DEEP. Most likely no one has said that to him, so it’s just a lot when she says it out of everyone. And then finally being set free from Mythal (fuck that bitch) and having LAVELLAN lean down and whisper her love to him—one that never died or dwindled—and he sobs. It’s a breaking point.

And then the kiss and hand holding. I’ve seen the flycam of Solas holding onto her hand with BOTH of his hands. He missed his wife….and doesn’t want to let her go. But the BIGGEST act of love (well maybe 2nd biggest) is the final moment of leaving. He doesn’t turn to look at her or beckon her after she said she’d join him. He tells Rook thanks and then walks ahead….without looking at Lavellan. He doesn’t want to guilt her into following him down this path. It is her choice and she follows willingly.

He even WARNS HER!!!! He is Wisdom and wants her to know the truth of this path, to know it will be hard and terrible, BUT IT WONT BE AS LONG AS THEY’RE TOGETHER!!! He doesn’t look at her because he didn’t want to give orders. But she goes anyways. She places a hand on his shoulder, most likely very gently given his state, and then they disappear forever. They go into the Fade together, both changed yet still in love.

To me, Solas telling Lavellan she doesn’t have to go and warning her is a big sign of his love once again. He wants the best for her and KNOWS she’s suffered through these years—partly his fault—and doesn’t want her to any longer. He wants her to live happily, but she can’t without him. Still, he warns her, doesn’t ask or command her to follow him. He didn’t want to give orders. It’s like the saying of if you really love someone you’ll let them go or something and it fits Solas. He was willing to let her go if she wanted and would go into eternity alone. BUT SHE WOULDN’T LET HIM!! AND NOW THEY CAN LIVE FOREVER!!!!!

And now….Papae Solas…..Solas would be SUCH a good dad. He’s definitely freaking out and panicking and all that, but he would love his children so fucking hard. He’s holding such a small being, one that relies on him for love and care, and WISDOM!’ THEY NEED TO LEARN!!! There’s no way he ain’t there teaching them fucking math or how to answer the questions of life when they can only babble back and he takes it so serious. He’s like “yeah why didn’t I think about that?” WHEN ITS JUST BABBLES!!!!

That motherfucker will DRAW them!!! Draw a family portrait, draw Lavellan holding the baby, draw HIMM HOLDING THE BABY!! Everytime they change—like height or stage of life—he paints them. He’s such a good dad. He would never abandon this small creature that needs his guidance. He would definitely SOB when his kid calls him “Papae” OKAY? DEFINITELY. He cries when he sees Lavellan sing and rock them to sleep, and is just emotional!!!! He helps Lavellan when she’s sleep deprived and is so Tired and he’s like “baby let me get the baby it’s okay. You sleep💙” and she trusts him so much and it’s OKAYYYT!! THEYRE A TEAM IN THIS!!! They’re both learning from each other in this. Solas holds the babe the first time and needs instructions and Lavellan guides him with a gentle voice.

If that baby cries in his arms he will definitely cry as well LMAO. But he’ll eventually learn it’s just what babies do. They cry a lot. He’ll learn to be a parent, how to raise something so small into an adult, and genuinely give them allllll of his love. That man would not be an absent father. He would be the most PRESENT father! He would be the dad that steps up for everything.

All in all……

Solas in a nutshell when it comes to Lavellan:

His agents most definitely made fun of him whenever he went to meditate and they caught a glimpse of the Inquisition throne. Anyways, hope you enjoyed :)))). I love Solas sm. Can forever and ever talk about him.

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Seriously though, this right here. It's a real phenomenon. I don't know if it has a name, but it absolutely is real. "Yes, my dearest friend, I know there is a really good story in that work of art you recommended to me." "Oh I am 100% certain that podcast you suggested, loving coworker, is fantastic as well as informative." "Of course I take your opinion seriously father, I know that book series you offered will be great, you have literally never steered me wrong when it comes to fiction."

But I can't fuckibg do it yet, my brain won't let me?!!!

I don't know how to explain it, except like this. Somedays are Star Wars days. It's just the right kind of sunny outside so time to watch the prequels. Or cloudy so original trilogy. Ah today is a really rainy day so, gotta watch The Hunt for Red October. It's fall? Supernatural, Over the Garden Wall, or Harry Dresden, assuming I'm in the mood to read. And oh my gosh, reading vs television vs video games, it really changes quite frequently.

And yes, weather, seasons, illness, holidays, emotions from the highest highs to the lowest lows all of these factors play a role in what I can consume and when. Is today a Lord of the Rings day? Am I rereading a series, an excellent standalone book? Fiction or nonfiction? Is my family around today? Do I have the bandwidth to share, or do I need more privacy? This week feels adventury, but not Indiana Jones, more like Pirates of the Caribbean.

Somedays I need Lady Gaga, somedays I need the Muppets, and somedays still I need to dive back into Halo. And sometimes, on rare occasions, I am even in the mood for something new.

And no I have absolutely no idea why, but that is precisely how it feels.

I just wish people didn't take it as an insult to their favorite things when I say, "No, I can't do that right now, maybe some other time."

No no you don't understand! I want to watch this show/movie, read this book, listen to this podcast, etc.! But I must be in the right mindset and the exact head space to begin, or I just can't!

[shiny-kaibernyte]

((Spoilers))

Just a warning that this could be a spoiler if you haven't read the ending of MHA yet but, you think you could do headcanons for Shinso x reader where they're adults and he's a hero now and the reader is a civilian and welcomes him home every day? Thanks!

I am not the biggest Shinso fan, i must admit but for you darling i shall do this. Perhaps writing this will inspire me to re-watch MHA never know my opinion may change.

This may be a bit rusty, i tried my best to picture what he'd be like in a more domestic setting so i hope i did alright. Throw a grenade at me if i'm wrong.

Shinso Headcannons | Domestic life (kinda)

Shinso is an underground hero, much like Aizawa he prefers to work in the shadows, avoiding the public limelight as much as possible. However this also means his private life is impossible to figure out, coming home to you is the best part of his day because not only can he come home to you, but it's the only time he truly has a moment to collect his thoughts and just breath.

More often than not when he comes home, Shinso is the one to start up a conversation. The topics he brings up vary from day to day. Usually it's asking how your day was or telling you about the mission he just went on or perhaps something strange he saw out and about. Sometimes though he randomly starts talking about different cat breeds going in extreme detail about them. He does this when he’s most stressed.

An extremely bad habit of his both on the field and at home is this man has zero idea when to stop. He’s had to prove himself his whole entire life from being calling him an underdog to an unholy villain. Seems old habits die hard. As soon as he comes home no matter how tired he is, the first thing he does is some form of house work. He's even taking over the workload from you no matter how much you protest or tell him to lie down and rest. Shinso is determined to prove himself to you as your husband and your hero.

Don’t worry he has a weakness though, a small trick you learnt to get him to listen to you when he does this. It's your stare. Specifically your disappointed-cross stare. He can feel it even if you're behind him or in the next room through a doorway. That stare of yours is lethal to him. When he feels it he puts down whatever he's doing, hands in the air with the look of a guilty kitten. It's the one and only time you can get him to lay down and not fuss or drag you with him.

His love language is Quality time, the conversations he shares with you, memories he makes. Those moments are the ones he holds dear to his heart. Even before you started dating, he remembers every conversation the two of you had, sometimes he brings up something from years ago. The face you make when he catches you off guard is his favourite. Shinso thinks it's adorable so tries to do it a lot whenever he;s had a rough day.

He may be a pro hero now but he still has the same tendencies from when he was in UA. One of your personal favourites is whenever he's nervous or has something to tell you that he's ashamed of, He’ll rub the back of his neck and avoid looking you in the eye at all costs. It's the only time he stutters over his words also. Normally he's very stoic and straightforward but if he's nervous, he's a mumbling mess falling over his words trying oh so very hard not to sound like an idiot.

His phone is always open to you, he has nothing to hide from you, you’re his partner, his love. What he has is yours so he expects the very same. He will NEVER snoop through your things or disrespect your privacy, he values space and privacy ALOT But he also wants you to know he's open to you, there's nothing he will hide from you. So please don’t hide anything from him either.

When it comes to pet names they are rare but he does have his favourites. My love, Dearest and Darling are his go to’s. Something simple but meaningful.

Whilst he isn’t a very cuddly person, he does adore his nights with you especially if you have a movie night. Having you wrapped in his arms and him in yours is a treasured moment to him. A moment he feels safe, as if he could stop time itself.

You are both his greatest weakness and his greatest strength. Shinso will go to any length to protect you, even death. He would kill for you if that's what it took. He may be a hero but to him, he is nothing without you. Although he never has. Shinso hates the idea of being seen as a villain or ‘evil’ so it really is a last resort for him to do that.

He will NEVER use his quirk on you, but he will gladly share some of the things he’s found when mind controlling a villain, he has found out some weird things. 

Yes you have cats. Deal with it.

[eggbedthewriter]

My ✨️official✨️ rant on Kipperlilly Copperkettle in relation to the bad kids and rat grinders:

WILDLY unpopular opinion, the bad kids/intrepid heroes were correct in leaving her dead, both narratively and morally.

OKAY hear me out PLEASE! I LOVE Kipperlilly's character. Imo, she's VERY well written and crafted. I also don't necessarily believe she's evil, or unfixable, or anything like that. I won't say she's a good person, because she isn't, but she's also not definitively a bad one. I actually got attatched to her too. So... why on earth would I think she should be left for dead? Well... there's a few reasons.

1. She is not trustworthy.

2. She isn't a good person, just a good character

3. It wouldn't make any sense story-telling-wise.

Let me elaborate:

1: Kipperlilly was SHOWN to be untrustworthy. She didn't have a rage star in her chest like the others. She chose to have the rune in her chest without the alternative literally being death. Every other rat grinder had a horrible, horrible choice to make; save your soul or your life. Lucy chose to save her soul, her essence, her innocence. In the words of (I think Ruben?) Lucy "stuck to her guns". The others chose to save their lives. To go back to loved ones, each other. I don't think either choice was wrong, really. These are kids who had never faced the possibility of death, and may have been the only ones in their grade to never do so. When confronted with it for the first time, it was a lose-lose. They didn't know what would happen when they came back, didn't know the extent of the rage stars or what they'd be made to do. Kipperlilly never had this choice to make. Don't worry, I'll address the fact that she was being manipulated by an adult. Kipperlilly was angry from the start. I'm almost positive that, with what the bad kids learned after stealing her file, she didn't always have that rune in her chest. She got it later in her time at Aguefort, evidenced by the fact that Brennan says there's a notable switch in what she's saying about the bad kids- "it's not fair" to "I hate them". Anger issues and jealousy OBVIOUSLY don't condemn someone to death, but that isn't all. She either murdered Lucy or let her get murdered. Lucy, her BEST FRIEND. Think about what could make you kill your best friend, because I'm willing to bet it's next to nothing. Even though she was being manipulated and groomed, she did kill Lucy/let her die for power.

TLDR P1: There's no evidence that Kipperlilly would be different had they resurrected her. With all that the bad kids have seen, they just can't risk that.

2: This is a BIG problem in I think every fandom: Kipperlilly is not a GOOD person, she's a COMPELLING one. She is not a morally good character, she's a deeply interesting one. I don't hate her, please don't get me wrong. And like I said, I don't think she's a bad person necessarily. But I do worry that a lot of the reason there's so much defense for her is that people like her and so they want to convince themselves she's perfect. No character is perfect, that would make them SO boring. Kipperlilly isn't perfect by ANY means. I don't want to make it sound like shes remorse-less either, because we don't know that. I'm sure she felt IMMENSE guilt for Lucy, but an apology or feeling awful about something like that doesn't change that you did it.

TLDR P2: A lot of things defending her may come from the fact that she's a compelling character, rather than a good person.

3: Okay, final part! Pretty much the reason I'm even making this post is to defend the bad kids/intrepid heroes, because some people think that they were cruel for not bringing her back. Here's the thing, narratively, it would've made zero sense for them to revive her. They seemed a bit loathe to even bring the others back, considering all they went through. Kipperlilly was not only more concious for what she was doing, but she also pretty much voluntarily did it. Heres the thing- she WAS technically manipulated and practically groomed by Porter, which is why I don't want to say she herself was evil. I agree that she was a kid being used. That doesn't mean everything she did is excuseable, though. Kipperlilly wasn't loyal to the one person (we know of) who cared about her. Not to mention she was literally jealous of the bad kids TRAUMA. She was a traumatized kid, sure, but... so were the bad kids. BY shit she did. My final point (promise 😭) is that it's cruel to blame the bad kids for not reviving her. She was trying to kill them, and just like in every other battle, they had to protect themselves and the world. What evidence did they have that she wasn't going to be evil when she was brought back? That she wouldn't do it all again? Buddy clearly is working with Kalina, do we REALLY think that Kipperlilly wouldn't too? Narratively, it wouldn't have been a satisfying ending. They brought the other rat grinders back because the rage stars would be gone. It was akward, sure, but they had reason to trust them. Could you imagine how it would've gone with Kipperlilly if they'd saved her? "Hey, I know you chose to work for evil... but you probably won't do it again!". Okay, I'm being so dramatic but you get my point 😭. I adore fan work (whether fanfic/fanart) where Kipperlilly IS good, where things are different and she's redeemable. This is NOT a post meant to hate on those works, because I love them and they're amazing!!! I just don't like when people call the bad kids evil for not bringing back someone who was responsible for a LOT of evil, and could likely cause a lot more. Imo, Kipperlilly being brought back just wouldn't have been a satisfying ending within the story we were given.

TLDR P3: Keep making fan works where Kipperlilly is good/saved!!! I love reading/viewing them, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with making them! I just think that in the story we're presented with, letting her remain dead was the kindest and most sensible ending.

I REALLY hope this doesn't come across as mean or passive aggressive, because I fucking adore this fandom (and honestly adore Kipperlilly too!). I'm so so sorry this ended up being so long 😔. If anyone actually read the whole thing tysm! I'm really sorry if the conclusion I reached wasn't satisfying to you, and I'm always up for a (civil 😭) discussion about her!

[your-local-depressed-fangirl]

Everyone in camp half blood with a functioning set of eyes could see the way Will looked at Nico di Angelo—except Nico because of course he had to be oblivious.

“William Andrew Solace this needs to stop. It’s sad and pathetic really,” Kayla confronted as she, Will, and Austin sat at the Apollo table in the dinning hall and she caught Will staring at Nico from across the pavilion.

Austin took a big gulp of water to deal with the dryness in his throat caused by the reeds on his saxophone. “You can say that again,” he grumbled.

“I’m not being pathetic!” Will defended.

“Keep saying that, maybe it’ll come true,” Austin teased.

“Rude,” Will quipped back.

“Okay but you seriously need to do something! It’s sad to watch! You were literally just staring at him!” Kayla points out.

“I was not!” Will denied indignantly at having been cornered. 

“Bro, two versus one. You were gawking,” Austin butted in, putting emphasis on both syllables of “gawking”.

Will huffs and crosses his arms before rolling his eyes and pouting like a small child. A thing he had done many times at that table, except the majority of the time it had been when he was really little, before he was even a teen, and his older brothers were there teasing him and annoying him. 

“Would be a pity if I were to scream “You like Nico di Angelo?!” loud enough for the entire pavilion to hear…” Kayla indirectly threatens although some of the dramatic effect is lost because her mouth was full with lucky charms which had stained her tongue a teal-ish blue.

Will’s eyes went wide. She would not! “Absolutely not! You are not doing that!”

“She might have to if you don’t do something,” Austin defends. “That seems like the only way if you don’t do it."

Will was about to reply when Kayla spoke, “Look you don’t even have to drop to your knees with flowers and with a poem to declare your undying love for him. You can just find a way to figure out his sexuality.”

Will sighed. “He’s from the 40’s…”

“So? He could still be into guys,” Kayla pointed out. “Would probably have a lot of internal homophobia to unpack but still plausible.”

Will frowned. “How do I even go about asking that kinda thing without it coming off weird? Like oh Nico, please tell me all your opinions on dating other men and if you would do it!” Will acted out twirling a strand of hair around his finger.

“I mean you could play 20 questions? And play it off as something you have done to all your friends?” Austin suggested with a shrug.

“You’re a genius! Will you will be doing that after breakfast,” Kayla decides in a tone that leaves no room for argument.

“Fine…” Will grumbled.

“And that way you can keep your dignity and not expose yourself even though it’s so obvious,” Kayla reasoned.

“It wasn’t obvious you two just know me well,” Will insisted.

“No I’m 90% sure everyone but Nico knows,” Austin disagreed.

“Only?!” Kayla questioned. “More like 95% minimum.”

“Haha, funny, funny, can we eat in peace?” Will fake laughed.

“Yeah you can resume gawking at Nico,” Kayla waves him off.

Will starts to defend himself, “I was n—“

“You so were,” Austin cut him off.

“Fuck off,” Will demanded donning his signature pout again.

Kayla and Austin sigh in unison and have to try really hard not to laugh when Will’s eyes wander back over the the Hades table.

“He’s something alright…”

After dinner when Will was sorting through mind numbing, boring paperwork his mind drifted back to the words of his little siblings. They were no wise old sages but they had a point. 

Will needed to man up and just ask Nico out.

Yet when Nico di Angelo walked through the door of the infirmary he couldn’t. Will couldn’t even bring himself to scold Nico for being reckless and acquiring a long cut on his palm that was gushing out blood. 

“Not gonna chat with me this time?” Nico let a sly little smile cross his face. “That’s a welcome change.” He teased.

Will sent a glare towards Nico’s drooping brown eyes. “You love it when I talk. I’ve just got something on my mind.” Will’s voice sounded off to himself. He sounded almost the same but slightly nervous about talking to Nico and deploying the plan to figure out if Nico was into men.

“Hmm,” Nico pretended to ponder, “maybe I do.”

Will rolled his eyes “Give me your fucking hand you cluts,” he demanded.

Nico complied handing his hand over to which Will instantly started doing his thing. Healing the cut by first cleaning it and then beginning to hum a hymn to heal the cut.

“Y’know that was a yes right? I know I can send sorta mixed signals about… well everything but I do like hearing you talk,” Nico clarified after a few moments of silent concentration from Will.

Will paused his hymn to respond. “I appreciate you clarifying.” Will said softly. “Though, I feel like this is an insult to all the time I spent learning Nico lingo,” Will joked.

Nico rolled his eyes. “This is what I get asking my little sunshine medic to talk to me.”

Will’s heart couldn’t help but flutter at the nickname. “Yes it is,” Will confirmed to keep up the chat and to distract himself from the lingering nerves.

Nico shook his head lightly. 

Will held his breath. Right here was his chance. A natural pause in conversation her could use to swoop in an ask if Nico wanted to play twenty questions—

“Infirmary been busy today?” Nico asked.

“Oh, eh not really,” Will mumbles. Too slow.

“Ah so I’m the major annoyance for today.” Nico chuckled.

“You’re not as annoying as you are think Nico.” Will held Nico’s injured hand carefully as he gently pressed a cloth to the bleeding. “I like having you around. Preferably not injured.”

Nico chewed on the inside of his mouth contemplating how to respond. In the weeks after the battle of Gaia he’d still not gotten used to how straightforward Will was with him. Part of that was probably exaggerated to make sure Nico didn’t leave camp forever like he was going to. Instead of a verbal response Nico just set his good hand—his left hand—on the crown of Will’s head compressing the curls there. Pat. Pat.

Will snickered. “Really Neeks? I may look like a human golden retriever but petting me like a dog?” 

Nico flushed and retracted his hand from Will’s hair.

Will’s lips twitched in an effort to stay down as he resumed tending to Nico’s hand pouring a bit of nectar over the cut.

“Wanna play a game di Angelo?” Will asked quietly as he finished wrapping Nico’s hand up.

“Sure.” Nico shrugged. “What game?”

“Let’s play twenty questions,” Will mumbled, going over the lines he had rehearsed.

Nico paused for a second while Will panicked for a brief second before Nico asked, “Alright, um, what’s your favorite color?”

“Triangle! Do you like boys?” 

Smooth. Very smooth Solace.

“Um…” Nico hesitated, drawing his shoulders in towards his clavicle. “Yeah,” he admitted. 

Will’s jaw dropped slightly, completely against his will. 

Nico shot back a glare. “You got a problem Solace?” 

“No, no,” Will protested. “I was just curious captain clumsy.”

“I’m not that clumsy,” Nico rebutted.

“Sure thing di Angelo. Sure.”

[snail-day]

Male JJK hybrids types because I have nothing to do rn

Gojo Satoru - A lot of people have said that he would be a snow leopard, but I disagree. Although it’s very similar to a snow leopard, I think he would be an albino tiger. Albinism is extremely rare and causes a lot of health issues to whatever has that gene, but people only focus on the beauty of it. The six eyes appear once every several hundred years and when Gojo was born with that trait, his life was no longer his. Both of them were robbed of a normal life because of something that they couldn’t control. Both of them have something empty inside of them that can’t be fixed when their life is spent inside a cage. Both of them are watched until they inevitably die without ever knowing of a life outside of the prison they were born in.

Geto Suguru - Unpopular opinion, but he would be a comet moth. I base this off of him defecting and changing who he is. It starts off as a caterpillar and does whatever it needs to survive. (when he was a student) Then the caterpillar builds a chrysalis around itself, hiding themselves from the danger around them. (The depression he went through after Haibara’s death) Finally, the caterpillar emerges from its chrysalis as something new. (Defecting)

Although Geto is graceful, he would not be a butterfly. He would be a moth. The Comet moth is beautiful and can easily be mistaken as a butterfly. Non-sorcerers are so captivated by his appearance, that they don’t notice his true nature. They see a butterfly, not a moth.

Toji Fushiguro - Bull shark. When you think of a dangerous shark, the first thing that comes to mind is the infamous Great White, but that’s not the only thing in the water that you should fear. Bull sharks are sometimes overlooked, but they’re also one of the most dangerous and aggressive sharks in the water. Toji came from a long line of sorcerers, but didn’t end up getting the same ‘blessing’ as they did. The sorcerers are the Great White sharks. They’re big, powerful, intimidating, dangerous, and everyone sees them as the biggest threat.

Toji isn’t a Great White, but he doesn’t have to be one to be just as deadly. While others are distracted by the infamy of the Great white, Bull sharks claim more and more lives. Being underestimated gives him an advantage. Bull sharks aren’t as flashy as Great Whites, but they’re just as dangerous.

Nanami Kento - Dobermann. Stoic, strong, does it’s job effortlessly, quiet and barks to alert others of danger. Must I say more? Dobermans were often used as police dogs and helped save many lives. The animal would prefer a life knowing love and comfort instead of death and commands, but it does what it’s told because that’s what it’s trained to do. Nanami wanted a simple life for himself, but there’s no escaping death once you’ve been around it. You can adopt a police dog and give it a new life, but the dog still can’t forget it’s training.

This is a lot more angsty than I thought it would be lol. I have no idea why I spent so much time on this instead of finishing up my own work, but I hope you enjoy this as much as I did while writing it. <33

- 🌱

YES YES YES I AGREE WITH ALL OF THESE!!

Though I'm still on th Puppy! Satoru train, you cant tell me that man doesn't have a tail wagging 24/7!

MOTHHHHH GETO YESSSS I don't know if you saw but @indiewritesxoxo is starting a moth man geto series and I've never been more excited in my entire life. I love how you symbolize his defect!!

Shark Toji and Dobermann Nanami are doing something to me 😵‍💫

Love your writing as usual!! 🩷🩷

[puuuders]

Good morning everyone I have recovered from my episode and will now talk about the midnight sale experience I had

First of all, I had a total freak out on the way there because I heard a brand new message from Father Jim Defroque on the radio. My heart stopped and the air left my lungs, I told everyone to shut up because my husband was talking. He was talking about how blasphemous the Skeleta parties were and to NOT go. I got so excited over it I had to pull over and calm own so I didn't crash the car. As I was pulled over Zeph was also subjected to my freak out via voice message. I was screaming. My apologies zephypoo

Next, when we got there everyone was cheering "yay more ghost fans!" whenever new people walked in. There was two really cool Secondo cosplayers

The one with the staff was like so bubbly and friendly, but he was standing next to me the whole time and I was scared AND horny /hj

There was an Impera Labyrinth game giveaway (I didn't win unfortunately)

For some reason the record store was only sent 5 CDs and 10 vinyls, so they had to do more drawings to decide who would be able to get them which was tragic. Luckily I was able to get one

Next, I might disappointed you... I was a little underwhelmed by Skeleta. IT'S AMAZING, DON'T GET ME WRONG, but it's just kinda slow? If that makes sense. Umbra is definitely one of my new favorite songs though omg, the best on the album. I'd rate Skeleta it a 7/10 and that opinion might change over time

Anyways that is all

[milesconure]

I can't believe I actually felt emotions after watching a Miraculous episode- El Toro De Piedra was so freaking amazing in my opinion. I would even say it was beautiful-

OBVIOUS SPOILERS FOR MIRACULOUS SEASON 6, ESPECIALLY THE EPISODE EL TORO DE PIEDRA

I know that people complain about season 6, especially when it comes to animation change. But for me it's honestly sooo refreshing after the mess season 5 was. I hated season 5 and was bored out of my mind while watching it.

But season 6 (even though still flawed) is like a fresh start. I find myself invested in this show again. Not to mention the whole plot about Marinette knowing that Gabriel was Monarch and her being conflicted about it and hiding it from Adrien? I already said it in my previous post, but I don't blame Marinette for lying and I don't blame Alya for being mad at her in Revelator episode. Those are kids, doing their freaking best in the extremely difficult situation they're in. Those are kids who are literally doing their best to clean the mess a grown stupid man has left behind him. I like this whole conflict, because I can finally sympathize with Marinette. She's in really tough situation and honestly I find myself admitting that I wouldn't know what to do too if I was in her shoes.

I definitely think that this whole thing shouldn't be Marinette's responsibility. I honestly think it should be Nathalie doing more. I love Nathalie, but she was the one helping Gabriel at first. Yes, she changed, but she was the one plotting with him and she shares the responsibility.

Although that's the worst thing. I can't help, but imagine Adrien's reaction to finding out his father was the villain all this time and Nathalie, his main caretaker now, was even helping him.

That's just messed up. I can't even blame Nathalie for wanting to destroy that damn letter...

[sapphicdalliances]

So I agree with this up to a point – I've seen a lot of people in the tags say "the miscommunication was on both sides", and I do feel that in the specific case of the golden core transfer and the ways in which that affected their relationship, that was definitely not a mutual miscommunication, but very simply a lie, a deliberate deception on WWX's part.

It's completely true that JC is very honest and forthcoming when it comes to information, his thoughts, his circumstances, etc, and all of that is usually in hopes of helping someone close to him (be that his siblings or the rest of Yunmeng Jiang). He's also able to navigate the "Yanli's feelings toward Zixuan" minefield with reasonable efficacy, taking the time to hear Yanli's thoughts and such. It's a very stark contrast to WWX who has buried every negative feeling he's ever had 6 feet in the ground, deflects most questions he doesn't want to answer and just fully ignores the rest, bulldozes through a bunch of his loved ones' opinions and boundaries in his attempts to protect them, and even deceives himself on a number of LWJ-related issues.

But I think there is still something JC isn't very successful at communicating to WWX, and that's his affection. This is, predictably, the same with Mme Yu as others in the comments have brought up, though her situation is much more exaggerated: she communicates her thoughts and opinions quite clearly, but declines to do the same with her sentiments. She actually loved her children and her husband, but refused to express this until her dying breath – I think many can probably relate who has a parent like this: of course she loves her children, so why should she waste breath on something everyone knows when she could be loudly explaining how they can better themselves in society for the 2,408th time. (Chinese culture itself is quite actions-forward; some will say that providing for her children and educating them is in itself a clear sign of love! But like girl come on.)

Similarly, JC doesn't like to speak his love aloud, but shows it in his actions. (This is why in the books, where his actions can be easily missed in the narration, it's easy to interpret him as being cold and loveless.) Instead of "I love you Jin Ling", it's "tell me who made you cry!" and "don't get hurt or I'll break your legs!" and getting hostaged to protect him. Instead of "WWX you're my brother and I love you (but you are a great big bag of dicks)" it's running for a week straight through enemy territory, throwing himself between his brother and Zidian, throwing himself to the Wens to spare WWX, asking WWX to help name the baby, keeping Chenqing in perfect playing condition in a pocket next to his heart for 13 years. He doesn't hide his affection or go full "it's not because I care about you or anything, sh-shagua!" mode, but verbally, he always approaches WWX business-end first. Even at the Guanyin temple, he wasn't quite able to properly express that he missed WWX and wanted him to come home as his brother; he had to couch it in the language of fealty.

Would showing his affections more clearly have changed anything? Hard to say. WWX was in just about the worst mental state you can imagine a guy being in for several years consecutively, and there were many things he could not or would not hear. He had spoken JC's particular love language fluently for years, but I would hazard a guess that the unavoidable bitterness and resentment from that missing core may have turned his eyes away from the gestures that came in during the Burial Mounds era. So maybe it wouldn't have really made any difference.

But in my opinion, even by the time of the siege, JC still loved him. And I think WWX probably died the first time not believing that at all.

Lotta takes that are like "Jiang Cheng didn't change his behaviour at all in 13 years, that proves that he doesn't want to grow as a person" and it's like, sorry but why would he change his behaviour when the information that would recontextualise Wei Wuxian's actions and thus lead him to rethink his own reactions was deliberately kept hidden from him? From his perspective, his brother broke all his promises for no goddamn reason, picked a different family over him, lost control of the evil energy he swore he could control, and in doing so caused such a catastrophe that both of Jin Ling's parents were killed. We know that there's more to that story, but he doesn't, and it would be impossible for him to find out on his own because again, everyone involved was lying to him and hiding the relevant information on purpose.

He's told about the golden core transfer like three hours before the book ends, and frankly processes it faster than most people could reasonably be expected to after 13 years of grief and loneliness! "He had chances to improve his behaviour and didn't" HE LITERALLY DIDN'T HAVE ANY CHANCES BECAUSE WWX LIED TO HIM!! His behaviour was completely justified from his perspective and when his perspective is changed, and he realises that what he did was wrong, he's like, SUPER upset about it!

[hummingbird24220]

A part 2 with shanks and more swordsmith reader would be great! I think it would suck for any of the swordsmen if their swords got damaged in any way but it could be good angst (though I think only zoro would get emotional and only if it was Wado maybe law too, I think Yoru is to tough to be damaged and I don’t know if shanks’ sword has a name) but Reader being scared of shanks but just straight up walking up to Mihawks front door is hilarious.

hoohoh part 2 is here. Daddy Shanks time. Kinda all over the place but its just scenario ideas .

Enjoy :3

Sharp Tongues, Sharper Blades (Part 2)

One Piece x Swordsmith!Reader

You weren’t technically part of the Straw Hats.

You helped them sometimes. Fixed their blades. Teased Zoro. Mocked Law into drinking water. But most of the time, you wandered. You went where the wind (or talking steel) called you.

Which was how you found yourself on a quiet island dock one evening, minding your business—just admiring a sunset and eating a mango—when he arrived.

Red-Haired Shanks.

You spotted him from a mile away. The coat. The effortless presence. The “I accidentally destroyed a country but still get invited to parties” energy.

You promptly panicked.

You immediately stood up, dropped your mango, and bowed like you were about to be knighted.

“HELLO SIR. GOOD EVENING SIR.”

Shanks blinked at you like you’d just recited poetry in reverse.

“…Hi?”

You straightened up, hands at your sides, smile stretched way too wide. “I’m just—admiring the clouds. Definitely not hiding. Definitely not eavesdropping on the world’s most legendary pirate captain. No sir.”

Shanks raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“YES SIR.”

You were not okay.

Then you heard it. A low, dreamy voice in your mind, slow and soft like incense smoke in a drum circle:

“Heyyyy. Wow. You’ve got a cool aura.”

You froze.

You looked down at Shanks’ sword, resting on his hip like a perfectly normal, terrifying, world-ending accessory.

It sparkled faintly in the sun. You could feel its energy—calm, mellow, and incredibly high.

“You ever think about how swords are, like… just really long truths?”

You twitched.

“Don’t react,” you whispered to yourself.

“You’ve got chakra all tangled up in your left ankle. That’s emotional stagnation.”

You gritted your teeth.

“Also, have you tried mushroom tea? Really opens up the blade-body bond.”

Breathe. Ignore it.

“I once talked to a seagull for two hours. Changed my whole perspective on sharpness.”

Finally, you snapped.

“Oh my god, can you just shut UP for like, five minutes?! You’re making my teeth feel round!”

The dock fell silent.

Shanks blinked. “...Were you talking to me?”

You turned slowly, eyes wide, face pale. “No. No, sir. I mean—yes, sir. I mean—NOT ON PURPOSE.”

Shanks tilted his head. “You can hear my sword?”

You dropped to your knees so fast you nearly ate wood planks.

“I’m sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to intrude! Please don’t kill me, I know I’m technically trespassing, but I promise your sword is just really chatty and high and floaty and it will not stop telling me about its opinions on dream geometry—”

Shanks stared at you.

“—and I just wanted to enjoy my mango and now I think I’m spiritually allergic to sandalwood and also, again, please don’t kill me.”

Shanks just started laughing.

You blinked up at him in confusion.

He doubled over, one hand on his knee, the other wiping a tear from his eye. “You—you think I’m gonna kill you? What am I, a marine admiral?!”

You sat back on your heels. “...You’re literally Shanks.”

“So?”

“So your sword vibrates like a Tibetan singing bowl and won’t stop complimenting my aura.”

Shanks looked down at his blade, amused. “Yeah, she’s like that.”

“You’re doing great, Captain. Beams of intention, man.”

You squinted. “What does that even mean?”

Shanks offered you a hand. “C’mon. Let’s get you a new mango.”

You stared.

“…You're not gonna, like, challenge me to a duel for yelling at your sword?”

Shanks laughed again. “Why would I? Honestly, it probably needed that. It’s been on a ‘vibrational cleanse’ since Jaya.”

You let him help you up, still in a daze.

His sword hummed softly.

“I forgive you. Anger is just unspoken music, you know?”

You groaned. “Please stop talking.”

-

You were sitting on a barrel now, legs swinging off the edge of the dock, mango juice on your hands and a sense of lingering dread slowly being replaced by confusion.

Because Shanks? Was actually kind of a vibe.

He was sprawled on the dock like a dad on vacation, cloak tossed lazily over one shoulder, cup of something suspiciously fruity in his hand. You still weren’t convinced he wasn’t dangerous, but he hadn’t smote you for screaming at his sword, so… progress?

“So,” he said, sipping. “You travel with Luffy a lot?”

You blinked. “Uh… yeah. Off and on. Not really part of the crew, but I hop aboard sometimes.”

Shanks straightened slightly, eyes brightening. “How’s he doing?”

You smiled. “Loud. Hungry. Nearly broke a guy’s neck trying to befriend a mechanical crab. Typical Luffy.”

Shanks beamed. Like, full-on sunshine-beam. “That’s my boy!”

You stared. “…You’re really happy about that.”

He nodded, grinning. “Of course I am! I haven’t seen the kid in ages. Tell me more!”

And you did. You told him about Luffy eating soup off the deck with his hands because he dropped his bowl. About how he tried to give Usopp a crown made of seaweed. About the time he declared war on an island’s bread tax. And every story just made Shanks laugh louder.

Then he leaned back, stretching. “Alright, so you travel, you sword-speak, you Luffy-sit. What else do you get up to?”

You shrugged. “I... do therapy.”

He blinked. “You what?”

“With Mihawk’s sword,” you said casually. “Yoru.”

Silence.

Shanks stared at you.

You continued like it was nothing. “It’s a little intense. Very proud. Kind of like if a grand piano had a superiority complex. But we’ve made progress.”

Shanks nearly choked on his drink. “You give therapy to Mihawk’s sword?!”

“It needs it!” you insisted. “It brags constantly but clearly has a lot of unresolved tension from centuries of duels and being held like a declaration of war.”

Shanks was losing it.

He wiped his eye, wheezing. “Okay, okay, wait—you were terrified of me, bowed like I was gonna throw you into the sea, but Mihawk—Mihawk, who literally radiates ‘I will kill you for breathing too loudly’—he didn’t scare you?”

You tilted your head. “No? Why would he?”

Shanks fell over.

He actually doubled over on the dock, laughing like you’d just confessed to arm-wrestling a sea king for a sandwich.

You waited, blinking, unsure if he was crying or just joy incarnate.

Finally, he looked up at you, wiping his face. “I just—I can’t believe I’m the one who gets the ‘yes sir, no sir’ treatment, and that bastard gets therapy sessions.”

You sipped from your mango drink, expression flat. “You glow, Shanks. Like spiritually. I thought I’d die if I looked you in the eye too long.”

“Maybe I should start wearing sunglasses,” he muttered, still laughing.

From his hip, the sword hummed gently:

“You’ve got a very high-frequency soul. It’s intimidating. But like, in a nurturing tree-father kind of way.”

You groaned. “I am never going to survive this blade.”

Shanks grinned. “You’re surviving just fine.”

-

You thought you were out of the woods.

You thought, after screaming at his sword, oversharing about Mihawk’s therapy blade, and nearly crying over a mango, that you’d hit your peak embarrassment quota for the day.

You were wrong.

“Hey,” Shanks said casually, turning slightly so his sword shifted into view. “Would you mind giving her a once-over? Just to check for any damage.”

Your brain stalled.

“You—you want me to touch your sword?”

Shanks grinned. “You’ve yelled at her already. Might as well get to second base.”

You made a noise that was probably a wheeze. “Yes, sir.”

He unbuckled the sword and handed it over carefully, like he was passing you something sacred. Which, to be fair, he was.

The moment your hands closed around the hilt, something inside you snapped—not emotionally, but professionally. All your fear got elbowed out of the way by pure, focused swordsmith instinct.

You crouched down, rolled up your sleeves, and locked in.

The blade practically purred in your hands.

“Ooh, this is new. I like this energy.”

“Shhh,” you muttered. “Work time.”

You slid your fingers along the edge, testing for microchips, then ran your thumb along the ridge with exacting care.

“Spine’s got a slight imbalance. Nothing serious. Could be from a parry against a heavier blade. Finish is still intact, though…”

You shifted angles, holding the sword up to the light.

“…a few spots of rust beginning to form in the ridge vent, though. Probably from exposure to sea air without a sealant coat.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“And what oil are you using?” you asked sharply, not looking at him.

Shanks blinked. “Uh. Some stuff from a blacksmith in the South Blue?”

You looked up at him, judgment incarnate.

“That’s sesame oil, sir.”

Shanks frowned. “It smelled nice.”

“It’s for cooking, sir.”

You turned back to the blade, muttering to yourself as you wiped it down with your own cloth from your belt pouch, hands already reaching for a proper oil vial.

“Unbelievable,” you grumbled. “Legendary sword passed from generation to generation, and you’re moisturizing it with salad dressing.”

From your hands, the blade murmured gently:

“It was very aromatic, though. I smelled like tempura.”

“Not the point,” you snapped.

Shanks was watching you, brows raised, both amused and slightly alarmed. “You really know your stuff.”

You finished re-oiling the blade, wiped it clean, and pressed your palm to the hilt, murmuring something only the sword could hear. A quiet blessing. A whisper of respect.

Then, blinking like you’d just come out of a trance, you stood up straight and handed it back.

“…There. Good as new, sir.”

A beat.

Shanks stared at you.

“You called me ‘sir’ again,” he said, lips twitching.

You blushed. “Habit.”

“You just yelled at me over cooking oil.”

“With respect, sir.”

His grin split across his face.

“You’re weird.”

You bowed slightly. “Thank you, sir.”

The sword whispered to you fondly as it settled back against his side:

“I like them. Can we keep them?”

You coughed and looked away. “Pretend I didn’t hear that.”

-

You didn’t technically sneak off Shanks’ ship in the middle of the night.

You left at dawn. That’s different. Sneaking implies guilt. And you were mostly just… tired.

Tired of being called “aura child” by his sword. Tired of hearing "good vibes only" from blades that had definitely seen war crimes. Tired of pretending Shanks didn’t terrify you just by existing.

Still, you left the Red Force with every sword onboard polished, oiled, and whispering contentedly like they'd just gotten back from a spa retreat.

You patted one of the crewmates’ twin sabers on the hilt as you passed. “Don’t forget to oil the tang, not just the edge.”

“Tell them to stop using me to open bottles!” the saber wailed.

“I will not,” you muttered.

The last to see you off was Shanks himself, who leaned lazily against the rail, one hand raised in a casual wave, grin too sharp to be comforting.

“You sure you don’t wanna stay?” he called.

You smiled with forced calm and mild trauma. “Very sure, sir.”

“Suit yourself! My sword says you’re its favorite manic energy gremlin.”

You saluted him half-heartedly. “Tell your sword I’ll be in therapy.”

He barked a laugh, then turned back toward the deck, his crew already chattering about you like you were some strange wind spirit that came through and reorganized their lives.

You hit the shore, took two steps inland, and collapsed onto a sun-warmed rock.

“Holy shit,” you wheezed, staring at the sky. “How am I still alive?”

You laid there, letting the adrenaline seep out of your bones. Your fingers twitched, still subconsciously twitching through sword checks. You could still hear one of Shanks’ daggers humming sea shanties in your head like it missed you already.

Eventually, you sat up.

“Well… yeesh,” you muttered, brushing yourself off. “Welp. Back to Luffy, I guess.”

You didn’t even try to act casual. You were already mentally prepping for Usopp’s dramatic reunion pose and Nami’s “You left without warning again?” scolding. You’d accept it all if it meant a break from Yonko-level emotional stress.

Maybe Zoro would let you bully his swords again.

Maybe Sanji had something fried and sugary waiting.

Maybe—just maybe—Luffy would tackle-hug you like always and say “YOU’RE BACK!” like you hadn’t been nearly vaporized by charisma incarnate.

You smiled to yourself.

Yeah. Back to Luffy.

And this time, you were bringing better oil.

-

The moment your boots hit the Sunny’s deck again, you barely had time to wave before Luffy launched himself at you.

“YOU LEFT!!!”

You hit the floor with a wheeze and a very enthusiastic captain glued to your torso.

“I came back,” you wheezed, tapping his back. “Hi. Breathing. Remember that?”

Luffy sat on your chest with his arms crossed. “You didn’t say goodbye!”

“I said I was going for a walk!”

“FOR FOUR WEEKS?!”

You blinked. “…Has it really been that long?”

Nami folded her arms. “Yes.”

Usopp appeared dramatically behind her. “I had a whole eulogy ready. I was gonna do a funeral with a flaming sword raft!”

Chopper burst into tears and clung to your leg. “I thought a sea king ATE YOU.”

You awkwardly patted his hat. “Nope. Not eaten. Just traumatized.”

Zoro, leaning on the railing, grunted. “Where were you?”

You shrugged like it was no big deal. “Shanks’ ship.”

A beat.

Luffy’s eyes sparkled so hard you thought they might explode.

“SHANKS?! RED-HAIRED SHANKS?!!”

“…There’s another one?”

Cue instant barrage.

Luffy: “WHAT DID HE SAY? WHAT DID HE LOOK LIKE? DID HE REMEMBER ME?!”

Nami: “You met Shanks and didn’t write anything down?!”

Usopp: “Did you touch his sword?!”

You: “Define ‘touch.’”

Eventually, Luffy let you go—mostly because Sanji showed up with fried things and a drink—and the day settled into its usual loud rhythm.

Until you caught a glint. A wrong one.

You froze.

You turned, eyes locking on Zoro’s swords resting nearby.

There. A chip. Tiny. Barely visible.

But you could feel it.

Your entire body shifted into pure instinct.

“Zoro,” you said, voice level.

“Hm?”

You marched over, grabbed him by the ear like a misbehaving child, and yanked.

“OW—WHAT—HEY—”

You shoved his face within an inch of the chip.

“Do you see that?”

Zoro squinted. “…Kinda?”

“That’s a fracture in the blade’s edge. One good clash and this thing snaps.”

“It’s fine—”

“You are so lucky it didn’t already snap and embed itself in your collarbone, sir.”

Zoro blinked. “Did you just ‘sir’ me?”

“Yes, and you don’t deserve it.”

You turned to the others, voice loud and proud.

“FRANKY. I need your workshop.”

Franky leaned out from the doorway with a wrench. “YEAH?”

“I’m commandeering it. It’s a blacksmith's now.”

Franky’s shades glinted. “MAKE IT COOL.”

“Oh, it’ll be cool. Lava-cool.”

You dragged Zoro’s swords inside, already rattling off tool needs, oil types, forge temps, and structural supports.

“DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING WITH SESAME OIL,” you shouted.

“Why would I—?”

“ASK SHANKS.”

Brook leaned to Robin. “Do you think they ever stop?”

Robin smiled. “Not a chance.”

-

The sound of steel meeting steel rang through the Sunny’s workshop like a heartbeat.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Each strike was deliberate. Focused. Rhythmic, like the beat of an ancient drum. The forge glowed with golden heat, and sweat clung to your skin in glistening beads, trailing down the lines of your arms—arms built from years of honing your craft, of wielding tools heavier than some swordsmen could lift.

You weren’t just working.

You were in it.

Muscles flexing with every swing, your shirt—thin and loose—clung to your torso with sweat. You’d tied your hair back to keep it out of your face, jaw set, eyes burning with the same fire that lit the forge. Sparks danced in the air around you like fireflies drawn to the aura of your intensity.

Outside the workshop, the entire Straw Hat crew stood at the doorway.

Staring.

Absolutely silent.

Nami whispered, “Are they… always like this?”

Usopp’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “I—did they always have arms like that?”

Sanji had stopped breathing entirely. “Mon dieu…”

Zoro squinted. “They’re doing it wrong.”

Wado Ichimonji, in your voice: “No I’m not, shut up.”

Zoro jumped.

Inside, you didn’t glance up. You were too deep in the conversation.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You want a mirror polish, but this isn’t a spa day, sweetheart,” you muttered, tapping a long, thin blade resting on the anvil. “This chip runs deep. You want it gone, we’re digging for it.”

“I’m just saying we could buff the rest of me first. A little self-care before trauma repair?”

“Emotional damage control after the physical, you drama queen.”

The crew exchanged looks. Brook’s nose cavity should have bled if he had flesh.

Chopper blinked. “Should we… say something?”

Robin tilted her head, smiling. “Why ruin the view?”

Franky crossed his arms, jaw slack. “That’s the most super thing I’ve ever seen in my own damn workshop.”

Luffy, munching on a snack, finally spoke.

“They look cool. Like a fire demon who gives hugs.”

Back inside, you adjusted the blade’s position, wiping sweat from your brow with the back of your hand, smearing a little soot across your cheek in the process.

The sword whispered: “You know you’re making people fall in love with you right now.”

You scowled. “I’m literally fixing a chip.”

“Hotly.”

“Stop talking.”

You raised the hammer again. The forge crackled behind you. The crew stared in awe.

Another swing. Another spark.

Clang.

And still, you didn’t notice the stunned crowd in the doorway.

Because in that heat, with that steel, you weren’t a crewmate or a wandering craftsman.

You were a swordsmith.

And gods help anyone who dared bring you sesame oil again.

[justonemorewallflower]

So I normally post BSG related content here but today I wanted to take the time to talk about the Wednesday Season 2 Trailer that dropped today!!! Oh my God there is so much to unpack. I'm going to go over some of the stuff/the things that piqued my interest (mostly because I'm doing this at work haha) I'll probably make another post later about the rest or in more depth though I think I covered most of everything I wanted to. We shall see. But let's get into it!

WARNING: spoilers for season 1 (obviously)

Wednesday going through airport security. Probably just her going home because if I remember correctly her home is a ways away from Nevermore but I had been under the impression they just drove there since they used their car. So if that isn't her going home I'm not sure where she's going. Maybe though with the amount of weapons she has with her it is school or possibly somewhere for one of her investigations (this is an edit but maybe also potentially she is visiting Enid because I remember she asked her to over the break).

Does Pugsley have powers now? There's that little clip of the family driving in the car and he like hits the Jericho sign with like electricity or something of the sort. So that's interesting. Maybe he has powers similar to Uncle Fester?

No sign of Xavier. That doesn't necessarily prove whether or not Percy is in this season but it gives me the idea that he likely won't be. Not sure if they've recasted him or just wrote him off as he left Nevermore or something. But if there is no Xavier I personally am happy as I wasn't a huge fan of Xavier (and not just because of the love triangle stuff, I just didn't like him as a character in general he came off as creepy and stalkerish to me, just weird vibes I didn't like). Just my opinion.

They show Bianca during the dialogue of "every family has dark secrets" which leads me to believe they will be going into more of her family stuff which excites me because I was partly worried they weren't going to come back to that/just leave it as a loose end.

Tyler is also shown during the above dialogue too which gives me hope they'll be getting into more of him and the Hyde and maybe even his mother and all of that. Hopefully we'll get to learn more about his family and how his mother being a Hyde changed things for him and his dad.

With Wednesday bleeding out of her eyes I believe that has something to do with her psychic abilities especially her being a Raven as her mother warned her about that in Season 1, also because that content is shown during the line "and secrets can have deadly consequences." Since I believe most likely that relates to her visions that probably means her visions get stronger or more frequent, maybe even both. Or maybe more violent/realistic too possibly.

The scene with Wednesday and the Hyde I find so interesting I really wanna know what's going on there because he runs towards her but seems to stop/like he's not going to attack. The setting also seems to be maybe Willow Hill which leads me to theorize multiple things: either Tyler escaped from his cell, Wednesday let him out/helped him escape, or he was allowed to walk around the facility with her (but I highly doubt that based on how they had him locked up in his cell).

There still seem to be murders happening. Between a car accident and a scene with someone's glasses in the woods and that person screaming, etc. What's behind the murders this time? Not sure but I highly doubt Tyler since it has been shown he's locked up (unless he does escape and the murders are after that). A new potential creature or villain could be introduced, maybe potentially Wednesday's stalker (which I hope they get into).

No sign of Laurel. While it has never been confirmed that she was killed that was the idea we were given but again not confirmed so she could still potentially be around, but I hope not for everyone's sake, especially Tyler.

It looks like Pugsley will be joining Nevermore (he's in a Nevermore uniform) so he might get roped into some of the mysteries going on and Wednesday investigating but we'll also maybe just get to see how he fares at Nevermore.

Uncle Fester will be back which is exciting and maybe means more Addams Family members will appear.

It looks like there's a festival/carnival again which should be fun and I'm curious how it will be compared to the one in the first season. I think it would be really cool if they did a parallel of sorts.

I'm curious what's going on with the scene where Wednesday looks like she had been kidnapped almost at a table with a bunch of creepy dolls. I'm curious what's going on there in general, whether or not she actually got kidnapped (maybe by her stalker perhaps) or if she set it up herself.

Also just some of my thoughts I really hope Tyler gets a redemption arc of sorts or at least we get some sort of closure regarding him and everything with his mom and being a Hyde, etc. I hope they get into it more and show how his being a Hyde isn't really under his control. I'm also curious to see if he is masterless now (assuming Laurel is dead) or if he has a new master, potentially Wednesday like some people are theorizing. Also I would love for him and Wednesday to reconcile, whether that be as lovers or just friends. I just want them to be on good terms again.

Okay, that's all I have for now haha! Feel free to share your thoughts, theories or correct anything I may have gotten wrong. I just wanted to share my thoughts as I'm super excited and wanted to talk about it with others!

Also please keep in mind these are just my thoughts and opinions.

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[firstroseofspring]

b’elanna vs her mother at similar ages, plus some sketches!