#obviously this is an exaggeration but like. is it?

[honeyhae-svt]

I luv the headcanons and would love my tiger kwon soonyoung PLEASE :))))

hoshi's headcanon when he falls for someone (you)

kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags / genre: hoshi x reader, seventeen fanfiction, lighthearted romance, playful banter, mutual pining, holiday vibes, cozy fluff, heartwarming moments, reader insert, wholesome love story, gentle humor, soft romance ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: n/a (just lots of giggles, flirty hoshi energy, warm hugs, and soft moments that make your heart flutter. mwahaha) ੈ✩‧₊˚ wc: 3443 ੈ♡ a/n: 3/13 ! (reqsts are open for the next member !). ILYSM ANON FOR REQUESTING A HOSHI ONEE ! i loved writing this one a little too much, i might've reached a word count of 10,000 + if my friend didn't stop me. ㅠㅅㅠ (p.s. im sorry. i forgot to post this.) ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Falling For U (Seventeen) ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

ੈ♡˚ ༘ hoshi's headcanon when he falls for someone

when hoshi falls for someone, it's impossible for him to hide it. his feelings shine through in every interaction, whether it's the way he lights up when you walk into a room or the endless excuses he finds to spend time with you. his love is loud and vibrant, like him, but it's also layered with an unexpected softness that makes it all the more special.

he's the type to shower you with compliments, sometimes silly and sometimes sincere, just to see you smile. he'll call you "the most amazing person in the world" one minute and then jokingly ask if you're honored to have his attention the next. his playful nature is his way of keeping things light, but underneath, there's a deep sincerity. every teasing, every exaggerated gesture is hoshi's way of showing he cares.

you'll notice he goes out of his way to include you in his world—whether it's dragging you to try out something he's excited about or sharing random tiger facts (because, obviously, you need to know). he's full of energy, and he loves the idea of making you laugh or helping you forget a bad day. but when you're down, hoshi knows how to tone it down, offering you quiet support and reminding you he's there for you in the most heartfelt ways.

if he's jealous, it's not subtle. he'll pout and dramatically insist he's the best option for your attention, though he'd never make you feel uncomfortable. it's all in good fun—his way of showing that he cares deeply. when you reassure him, the grin that spreads across his face makes it clear he just wanted a little extra love from you.

hoshi's love language is loud, affectionate, and completely unfiltered. but when it's time for him to confess, you'll see a more vulnerable side of him. he'll still try to keep things light, stumbling over his words and making jokes to cover up his nerves, but the way his voice softens and his eyes meet yours will leave no doubt about how much he means every word.

with hoshi, falling in love isn't just a feeling—it's an experience. his love is like a sunrise, warm and full of energy, and once you're at the center of his world, you'll never doubt just how much you mean to him.

it was late, the soft hum of the night wrapping the room in a quiet stillness. hoshi sat on the couch, one leg tucked under him, a half-empty bowl of popcorn balanced on his lap. the tv was on, playing some rom-com neither of you had really been paying attention to. his eyes kept drifting to you, though you were too engrossed in your phone to notice.

you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the couch, absentmindedly scrolling and laughing at something every now and then. hoshi couldn't help but smile, the kind of smile that stretched across his face before he even realized it.

"kwon soonyoung," you teased, breaking his trance. you twisted around to look up at him, eyebrows raised. "what's that look for? are you laughing at me?"

he blinked, caught off guard, before shaking his head with an exaggerated pout. "me? never! why would i laugh at you?"

"then what?" you pressed, squinting at him. "you've been weirdly quiet. it's suspicious."

hoshi leaned back into the couch, suddenly aware of how warm his ears felt. he reached for another handful of popcorn, buying time to figure out what to say. how was he supposed to tell you that he wasn't laughing at you, but that just looking at you made him feel all sorts of things he couldn't explain?

"i was just... thinking," he said vaguely, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth.

you gave him a look, clearly unimpressed. "thinking about what? and don't say 'stuff.' i'm not letting you get away with that."

he groaned, dragging a hand down his face in mock defeat, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. "fine, fine," he said dramatically, shifting forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "i was thinking about you."

your teasing expression faltered, replaced by a mix of surprise and curiosity. "me?"

hoshi nodded, suddenly feeling shy under your gaze. "yeah, you. don't make it weird." he tried to laugh it off, but his voice was softer than usual, giving him away.

you turned fully to face him, sitting up straighter. "what about me?"

he hesitated, his fingers playing with the edge of the popcorn bowl. "just... you. the way you're always making me laugh. the way you light up when you talk about things you love. the way you're you, i guess." his voice trailed off, and for once, he wasn't cracking a joke to deflect.

the room was quiet for a moment, the tv's background noise fading into the distance. when you didn't say anything, hoshi looked down, feeling like he'd just thrown his heart out into the open.

"soonyoung," you said softly, and he dared to glance up. the way you were looking at him—like he was the only thing in the room—made his breath catch.

"yeah?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you smiled, that soft, genuine smile that always made his chest ache in the best way. "you know, you're not the only one who's been thinking about someone."

his eyes widened, and his mouth opened slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. instead, he just stared at you, waiting for you to say what he was too scared to believe.

"i like you too," you said, your voice shy but steady.

the grin that broke across hoshi's face was immediate, bright and full of relief. "really?" he blurted, leaning forward like he hadn't heard you properly.

you laughed, nodding. "yes, really. why do you look so surprised?"

"because i've been trying to figure out how to tell you for weeks!" he exclaimed, setting the popcorn aside and sliding down to sit on the floor beside you. "do you know how many times i almost said it and chickened out?"

"that sounds like you," you teased, nudging him with your shoulder.

he pouted, but the way his hand brushed against yours betrayed his excitement. "hey, i'm being vulnerable here. don't make fun of me."

you laughed again, your fingers intertwining with his. "alright, alright. no teasing. but for the record, i think you're pretty cute when you're nervous."

hoshi's cheeks turned pink, but he couldn't stop smiling. "you're gonna regret telling me that. i'll never let you live it down."

"i'm counting on it," you said, squeezing his hand.

and just like that, the tension melted away, replaced by the kind of warmth that made everything else feel insignificant. sitting there beside you, hoshi realized that for all the times he'd doubted himself, this—you—was worth it. every single second.

ੈ♡˚ ༘ kisses and cuddles with hoshi

soonyoung is naturally affectionate and playful, his love for physical closeness showing in every little touch. he's the type to make you laugh first before pulling you into a hug, his bright energy making the simplest moments feel full of life. but beneath all the teasing, he's incredibly thoughtful—his gestures always carrying a deeper, quieter kind of love.

it's in the way he bumps his shoulder against yours when you're sitting close, or the way his pinky hooks onto yours absentmindedly.he thrives on moments when your laugh echoes in the space between you two, his eyes crinkling with that signature grin as he watches you.

one night, you're both sprawled out on the living room floor, the remnants of a late-night snack scattered around you. you're trying to win an argument about who gets the last slice of pizza, and soonyoung is putting up a good fight, complete with dramatic gestures and exaggerated reasoning.

"fine," you finally concede, laughing as you push the plate toward him. "you win. but only because i'm too tired to argue."

he smirks, victorious, but instead of taking the pizza, he sets it aside and leans over, resting his chin on your shoulder. "you're too cute when you're pretending to be mad," he teases, his voice soft and warm.

you roll your eyes, but the way your cheeks flush doesn't go unnoticed. "you're lucky i like you," you mutter, and he grins wider, his hand brushing against yours as he settles beside you.

ੈ♡˚ ༘ the first kiss soonyoung's first kiss with you is every bit as spontaneous as he is, yet it feels perfect in the moment.

it happens during one of your usual late-night hangouts, walking aimlessly through quiet streets with the glow of streetlights guiding your way. you're both bundled up against the chilly air, sharing random stories and laughing at each other's terrible jokes.

at some point, he stops walking, grabbing your arm lightly to make you pause too. "wait," he says, his tone suddenly more serious. "i just thought of something."

you tilt your head, curious. "what is it?"

he looks at you for a moment, his expression softening. "if i don't do this now, i might chicken out later."

before you can ask what he means, he steps closer, his hand brushing against yours before cupping your cheek gently. there's a flicker of nervousness in his eyes, but it's overshadowed by the way he looks at you—like you're the only thing in the world that matters.

then he kisses you, his lips warm and soft against yours, the kind of kiss that feels like a question and an answer all at once. it's sweet, unhurried, and undeniably soonyoung—playful yet full of feeling.

when he pulls back, he's grinning, his cheeks tinged pink. "so... was that okay?" he asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

you laugh, still a little breathless. "yeah, it was okay," you tease, though the smile on your face says much more.

"good," he replies, his grin widening as he takes your hand in his, swinging it slightly as you both continue walking.

ੈ♡˚ ༘ cuddles with hoshi cuddling with soonyoung feels like being wrapped up in sunshine. he's the kind of person who makes every hug feel like a celebration, his energy and warmth impossible to resist.

it starts with him flopping onto the couch beside you, his head landing in your lap as he dramatically sighs about how tired he is. "you've been ignoring me all day," he whines, even if you've only been apart for an hour.

"have not," you counter, laughing as you absentmindedly run your fingers through his hair.

he hums in contentment, his arms wrapping around your waist. "this is all i needed," he murmurs, his voice muffled as he buries his face against your stomach.

on lazy mornings, he's the one to pull you back into bed, his arms tightening around you when you try to get up. "five more minutes," he mumbles, his voice still heavy with sleep. when you give in, he smiles triumphantly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before settling back against you.

his favorite way to cuddle is when you're both lying on the couch, tangled together under a blanket. he loves resting his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as his fingers trace lazy patterns on your arm. every now and then, he'll look up at you with a soft smile, pressing a quick kiss to your chin or your cheek before snuggling closer.

sometimes, when he's feeling especially playful, he'll tickle you just to hear you laugh, only to pull you into a tighter hug afterward, his own laughter mixing with yours. "sorry, i couldn't help it," he says, though his grin tells you he's anything but.

with soonyoung, cuddling is more than just physical closeness—it's an extension of the way he loves. it's in the way he holds you like he's afraid to let go, in the way his presence makes every space feel a little brighter, and in the way he makes sure you always know just how much you mean to him.

┊ ➶ ｡✩‧₊˚ bonus

soonyoung has always been a bundle of energy, his personality larger than life and his affection boundless. but when it comes to the more intimate moments—the ones where the world seems to fall away and it's just the two of you—there's a quiet intensity to him that takes you by surprise every time.

it's late one evening when the two of you find yourselves curled up on the floor of his dance studio. the mirrors around you reflect the faint golden glow of the fairy lights he's strung up, the only illumination in the quiet space. he's lying on his side, his head propped up by his arm as he watches you flip through a playlist on his phone.

"that one," he murmurs, pointing lazily at a random song. but his attention isn't really on the music—it's on you. the way your face softens when you focus, the slight furrow in your brow that he wants to smooth away with his thumb.

you click on the song, the soft melody filling the studio, and set the phone aside. turning to him, you catch the way he's staring and feel your cheeks warm under his gaze. "what?" you ask, a small laugh escaping.

"you're just... really pretty," he says simply, his tone free of the usual teasing lilt. his honesty makes your heart skip, the sincerity in his eyes leaving you speechless.

you roll your eyes to hide the flutter in your chest. "don't start, hoshi."

"i'm serious," he replies, his voice quieter now. before you can deflect again, he leans in just a little, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. his fingertips linger for a second too long, the warmth of his touch spreading like fire under your skin.

the air between you shifts, and it's then you realize how close he's gotten. your breath catches as his thumb brushes against your cheek, his gaze dropping to your lips for the briefest moment before meeting your eyes again.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, as though he's afraid the moment will shatter if he speaks too loudly.

your heart is pounding, and you manage a small nod before he closes the space between you. the first press of his lips is soft, tentative—almost shy. it's a side of soonyoung you don't see often, and it makes the kiss all the more meaningful.

but he doesn't stay tentative for long. as soon as he feels you respond, his hand slips to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. the kiss deepens, his lips moving against yours with a quiet urgency, like he's trying to convey everything he feels in this one moment.

his other hand finds your waist, his grip firm but gentle, grounding you as the world spins around you. he kisses you like he's trying to memorize every detail—the way your lips move against his, the soft hum you make in the back of your throat, the way your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt.

when he finally pulls back, you're both breathless. his forehead rests against yours, his eyes still closed as he takes a moment to steady himself. "wow," he says softly, his lips curving into a small, almost dazed smile. "you're really good at that."

you laugh, the sound light and a little giddy. "you're not so bad yourself."

but he's not done. before you can say anything else, he's pulling you in for another kiss, this one less careful and more confident. his hand slides up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. there's a hunger to it now, a raw intensity that makes your knees weak, even though you're already sitting.

and soonyoung? he's completely lost in you. every kiss feels like a dance, his rhythm perfect as he draws you in and leaves you wanting more. his lips trail down to your jaw, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs your name like it's the only thing that matters.

when he finally pulls away for the second time, he's grinning—his signature, boyish smile that makes your heart melt. "okay," he says, his voice playful but still tinged with that lingering softness. "now i'm definitely never letting you go."

and you believe him. because in moments like this—with the world quiet and his arms around you—it feels like you've found something worth holding onto forever.

⊹˚. what exactly are you to hoshi?

to hoshi, you're the spark in his world—the excitement he didn't know he needed and the calm he secretly craves. you're his muse, his confidant, and the one person who can match his energy without even trying. you're his sunshine on chaotic days, the person who laughs at his jokes (even the terrible ones), and the one he trusts with the parts of himself he doesn't show to everyone.

to him, you're not just special—you're irreplaceable.

⊹˚. how hoshi falls for you

hoshi falls for you like a whirlwind—fast, fun, and a little overwhelming. he doesn't realize it at first because he's too busy enjoying the moments he shares with you, whether it's your teasing banter, your shared adventures, or the way you somehow always manage to make his day better.

he falls for the way you light up a room, your unfiltered honesty, and the way you cheer him on—even when he's being extra.

for hoshi, it's not just one moment; it's a series of moments that stack up until he can't ignore how much you mean to him anymore. maybe it's the way you dance with him without hesitation, how you match his energy during the most ridiculous moments, or the way you just listen when he opens up about his dreams and fears.

example: it's late one night, and you're both sitting on a rooftop, eating convenience store snacks and laughing over nothing in particular. the city lights stretch out below you, and for a moment, hoshi glances at you as you talk about something random. your eyes shine, your laugh carries through the night, and his heart just stops. that's when it hits him: this is my person.

when hoshi confesses, it's going to be bold, a little chaotic, but so him. he might try to plan something elaborate—like a dance routine or a surprise party—but it'll probably go hilariously wrong, and he'll end up blurting it out in the middle of a laugh.

"okay, wait, i can't keep this in anymore!" he'll say, running a hand through his hair as his cheeks turn pink. "i really like you. like, a lot. and i know this might sound crazy, but... will you be my tiger?"

(ㅅ' ˘ )♡ when hoshi loves, it's big, bold, and unrelenting. he loves with his whole heart, making you feel like you're the most important person in his universe. he's the type to hype you up constantly—whether it's about how amazing you look, how talented you are, or how lucky he is to have you.

he's always planning little surprises to make you smile, whether it's showing up at your door with your favorite snacks or dragging you out for a spontaneous adventure just because he wants to see you laugh.

he leaves sticky notes in random places for you to find, each one with something sweet or funny: "did you know you're amazing? because you are!" or "you're cuter than a tiger cub. don't fight me on this."

hoshi's love is physical and affectionate—he's always pulling you into hugs, holding your hand, or squishing your cheeks. he thrives on closeness, always looking for excuses to be near you, whether it's leaning against you during movie night or intertwining his fingers with yours during a quiet moment.

when he kisses you, it's playful at first—soft pecks that turn into giggles—but when he really leans in, it's deep and meaningful, like he's trying to convey just how much you mean to him without saying a word.

and when you're upset, hoshi is your biggest cheerleader. he'll do everything in his power to make you smile again, even if it means acting like a complete dork just to hear you laugh. but he also knows when to be serious, offering quiet comfort and unwavering support when you need it most.

his love is an endless burst of energy, but it's also steady and grounding, reminding you every day that you're his favorite person in the whole world.

with hoshi, love feels like the perfect mix of adventure and home—wild, fun, and exactly where you belong.

a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed because i definitely did, myself. i love hoshi so much i think i love him a little too much and he's so cute i will die for him. idk what to say because writing this, i was 3 bottles drunk and i immediately sobered up thinking what hoshi might be. (i proofread this over and over again and honestly, im so proud of finally finishing this). i might make another hoshi fanfic soon. please, mom, i want himmmmm

[ohnoitstbskyen]

What do you think of Fighting Game character designs, in how their appeal functions to people when selecting characters?

Very broad question - not sure there's a single answer, honestly. One thing I will say is that "appeal" seems to often still mean something much more interesting in fighting game design than it does in, just picking a random example out of a hat for no particular reason, gacha games.

In gacha (broadly speaking, of course there are exceptions) "appeal" in design is largely constructed along lines of beauty. So a very limited range of bodies, a very limited range of facial and physical features, and generally a high focus on elaborate costuming, flashiness, sleekness, "coolness," cuteness, etc. The commercial foundation of the genre, the need to induce the players to roll extensively for a new character, creates a design pressure to reach for lowest common denominators of appeal in order to produce "successful" designs within its metric of measurement.

In fighting games, more commonly, "appeal" is understood to take a much broader range of forms. There is the appeal of the beautiful and the sexy for sure, and in fact I think fighting games often do some of the best horny, sexy, thirsty, kinky character designs in gaming. But there is also the appeal of the monstrous, of the fucked-up and the weird. I think of Dr. Faust who is one of the few characters from Guilty Gear that I know, for example, or characters like Dhalsim and Blanka from Street Fighter, or Double and Painwheel from Skullgirls. Fighting games, generally, get more benefit from having a broad and varied roster with high diversity of character shapes and sizes, and can often dip into caricature and exaggeration in a way that things calculated for broader appeal just can't. They are more likely to let you play as a fucked up ugly weirdo, and also to revel in their fucked-up ugliness and weirdness, to enjoy it rather than play it for abjection and disgust.

Fighting games tend to go hard on strength and power fantasies, obviously (although not always - hello Dan from Street Fighter), which creates its own set of constraining genre limitations on its design space, but broadly speaking when I see character design from fighting games, I tend to see a much broader and more interesting range of ideas on display than I see in a lot of other mainstream and especially triple-A gaming.

That being said, with the major caveat that I am not a fighting game expert or deeply dialed in to the genre, I feel that fighting game rosters in more recent years have felt more and more like they, too, are bowing to the pressure of the gacha design wave, and more and more prioritize beautiful/cool characters wearing elaborate costumes over other, more interesting ideas, and fall more and more into the same narrow ideas of sex appeal.

That's just a vibe, though, not a serious criticism of the genre, I might be entirely off base with that.

[shappoxs]

You guys just can't acknowledge the actual reasons people dislike TimBer and exaggerate or cherry-pick specific obviously stupid arguments.

I'll start by saying, ship what you want. There's nothing inherently immoral about TimBer. I make jokes, but I'm definitely not "Anti-Timber," but it gets to a point where you guys are just going-

Most TimBer "haters" are not these caricatures you guys like to paint us as. There are genuine reasons to dislike the ship.

1. It's genuinely bad for both characters. Queer men are allowed to have flaws, too! Yet they've stripped both Tim and Bernard of all of them and brushed any past mistakes under the rug.

Tim and Bernard were not good friends before 2020, and instead of giving them an interesting character arc, the writers just retconned all that and are trying to convince us they were besties.

2. Having Tim and Stephsplit up off-panel is already a disservice to a decades old relationship and Steph as a character. Especially because almost immediately her next appearance is as an accessory to TimBer, to tell the audience, "Actually, you should like them because she would want you to." When that's bullshit!

I'm not saying she should be jealous, but she has every right to be upset at Tim. The fact they did the exact same thing to Ariana, another one of Tim's exes who he hurt, turning her into a one-dimensional TimBer fangirl, feels very misogynistic.

They don't have to be jealous, but don't minimise them, and allow them to have reasonable reactions.

3. The way TimBer was handled feels more biphobic than the average fan reaction. This may be a personal interpretation, but so many moments feels like they're trying to belittle Tim's past relationships with women because he's with a man now. Which pisses me off. TimBer's chemistry comes from us being told about it, but I'm supposed to believe it was more meaningful than what he had with Steph?

I want to see my bisexual characters BE bisexual in ways that aren't stereotypical, but there are ways they could've done that without throwing Steph into a trash bin. As a TimKon shipper, I would be just as pissed if this same scenario played out with Kon instead of Bernard.

Honestly, I don't even want TimKon OR TimSteph if that's how the writers treat these characters. Let them bastardise Tim and Bernard just leave Kon and Steph out of this 😭

4. Most of the "he should cheat" takes are jokes or coming from people who haven't actually read the comics/comic where he actually cheats. Tim only cheated once iirc, but there is still valid criticism to be made about how flawless he's written now that he's with a man.

TimSteph's greatest strength is that we get to see them be a real teenage couple, they both make mistakes but it's watching them grow from them that matters most.

5. I'm fine with platonic TimSteph, but they clearly don't actually value their friendship. I'm also bisexual and grew up a Tim Drake fan, I am the last person who'd want his bisexuality to be erased, but I'd rather them actually do it justice than shrug my shoulders and slurp up any slop they feed us because it's gay.

Finally, I'm sorry if any of this came off as mean. I always try to be respectful even when I'm making jokes or disagreeing with someone, but I'm not perfect. Know that this is a critique of the ship and certain writing choices, not people who just innocently like TimBer.

The mental gymnastics people do to hate timber should be studied under a microscope.

The fuck you mean he is bad bisexual rep because he is dating a man… and how does that makes him gay???? Have you ever talked to a bisexual person???

“Oh it makes less of his past relationships” how?? How?!? Is he not allowed to be infatuated with his current partner? Should he continue pining after his past relationships even tho he is dating someone else???

[bunji-enthusiast]

Psst, hey

Doey and/in the snow

Do something with that

Also it's obviously gonna be platonic with reader

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

Sypnosis [Many kinds of fun exists, but it can rank even lower on the list for Doey when it comes to snowy fun.]

Character [Doey]

Note || aweee, this is cute :3

The morning air was crisp as you and Doey stepped outside of the house. The cold seemed to blanket everything in a soft, calming quiet, a welcome relief after the months of turmoil. It was the first snowfall of the season, a light dusting of white that kissed the earth gently, as if the world itself had exhaled, weary but at peace for the first time in a long while. Doey, with his plump, colorful form and his signature blue bowler hat, looked as though he were made for days like this.

You had been looking forward to this moment. The factory, the horrors that lay within, seemed a world away as you found a sense of solace in the simplicity of the present. And now, the decision had been made—today was for fun. No tasks, no survival strategies, just a day of playing in the snow with Doey.

Actually, just no chaos or violence anymore. Which was a major relief.

"Let's make the best of it," you said softly, feeling the weight of the world lift slightly from your shoulders. Doey, his light blue face brightening with a wide, carefree smile, gave an enthusiastic nod.

"Snow! Snow is fun!" he said, his voice filled with that playful, youthful enthusiasm that had long been a comfort in this strange new world you had found yourself in. He clumsily waddled beside you, his stubby red legs making a little squeaky sound in the snow with every step. His long arms swayed to and fro, the orange left arm and yellow right arm creating a strange rhythm in the otherwise silent landscape.

You couldn't help but chuckle as he kicked at the snow with his short legs, sending tiny clouds of it into the air. It was such a simple, innocent thing, but it made your heart feel lighter to see Doey enjoying himself. He was a survivor, much like you. In a world full of uncertainty, days like today reminded you that there were still fragments of joy to be found.

As the two of you walked deeper into the snowy expanse, Doey stopped suddenly and looked around, his eyes—just holes on his face—shifting curiously.

"What's that?" Doey asked, his voice shifting from playful to a more cautious tone. You followed his gaze, seeing the distant shapes of trees, their branches weighed down by the snow. Nothing seemed out of place, yet something about the stillness of the landscape seemed almost…too perfect.

"It's nothing," you replied, your hand instinctively tightening around the strap of your bag. The weight of your past decisions always seemed to hover just out of sight, but today, you pushed it aside. Today was for fun.

Doey smiled again, nodding in understanding. He waddled ahead, his arms swaying behind him as he broke into a run, his stubby red legs barely able to keep up with the motion. You chuckled and followed, catching up quickly. You both reached a clearing where a small snowbank had formed, and Doey wasted no time in making a mound of snow with his arms. He stopped and turned to you, grinning widely.

"Snowman!" Doey exclaimed, his voice gleeful. "Let's make a snowman!"

You laughed again, the sound echoing in the quiet world around you. "Alright, let's do it," you said, kneeling down beside him.

And so you both set to work, Doey's arms moving with surprising dexterity for such a strange shape, piling up snow in little clumps and patting them into place. Together, you created a rather odd, but delightful, snowman—Doey's creation, complete with a makeshift blue bowler hat and an oversized smile.

Doey stood back and admired his work, his orange and yellow arms folding in an exaggerated, self-satisfied gesture. "Perfect!" he cheered, his voice ringing with pride.

You grinned. "It is perfect," you agreed.

But as you both stood there, a slight breeze stirred the snow, and the peaceful quiet that had filled the air seemed to shift. You glanced over at Doey, who was now standing still, his long arms hanging loosely at his sides.

"Doey," you said softly, your voice taking on a more serious tone. "I know we're having fun today, but you know there's still a lot of work to do, right?"

The work in question was moreover the fact that it was getting the toys acquiesced to living in your house, which wasn’t necessarily a means of the biggest luxury in existence; but it was yours, and now—

The toys as well.

He nodded, his smile flickering for a moment. "I know," he said in that surprisingly mature voice of his. "But sometimes, we need to remember the good things too. We can't just focus on the bad... or the hard parts. We need to remind ourselves that there's joy in the world, even when things seem dark."

His words struck a chord with you. It was easy to get lost in the weight of everything—survival, the factory, the toys and experiments that still roamed the halls of that cursed place—but Doey was right. Even in the darkest of times, there was light. And it was in these moments, with him by your side, that you were reminded of that.

"You're right," you said softly, feeling a weight you hadn't even realized you were carrying begin to lift. "We can't forget about the good things."

Doey beamed. "Exactly!" he exclaimed. "Snow is good. Friends are good. Fun is good!"

You laughed, and for a moment, the world felt as it should—simple, pure, and free from the chaos that had long defined your existence. The snow fell lightly around you, the soft flakes drifting down like whispers of a better world, a world that, for this one moment, felt like it could be yours.

As the day stretched on, you and Doey played in the snow—throwing snowballs, making snow angels, and running through the cold, the chill never seeming to bother either of you. Doey's laughter filled the air, a sound so pure that it made the cold seem warm.

In the distance, you could hear the faint whisper of the wind, but it was nothing more than a background hum. Today, it was just you, and Doey, and the snow. For the first time in a long time, the world felt safe. And for a brief, shining moment, you could forget everything else.

And as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the snowy landscape, you knew that no matter what the future held, you had this moment—this day with Doey—in your heart. It was enough.

[pokemonshelterstories]

Okay! No! Don’t just say you ‘like all Pokemon’ and leave it at that. There’s no shame in not liking a certain group of Pokemon. Especially if it’s associated with a trauma. My Mom worked in the hospital ER a lot when I was growing up and she has this bad aversion to Mightyena due to all the patients that came in that got eviscerated by them.

Now, it’s definitely the trainer and not the Pokémon that leads to this (I’m sure you agree), but she still doesn’t like them and I can’t blame her for that.

It’s not a bad thing to have an adversity to something like a Ghost type because they scare you or a Trubbish because they stink. You’re not EVIL for thinking cat Pokémon are icky.

So are you SURE you like ALL Pokemon? Be honest please. We won’t judge.

this may be hard to believe but other people have different experiences and feelings from you

i could not come up with a pokemon i disliked if i tried. i might joke around about them sometimes but i'm not lying when i say that i like all pokemon. i've seen the damage pokemon can cause to themselves and to others, people and pokemon alike. i have several pokemon-related injuries that will probably hurt for the rest of my life. i've worked with everything from the tiniest of newly-hatched scatterbug to a pokemon so dangerous i signed an agreement not to reveal what pokemon it was. i study pokemon while working part time at a shelter, volunteering with the rangers, and helping to head a research team that studies the biology and behavior of paradox pokemon. i am not exaggerating when i say that my entire life is dedicated to pokemon, regardless of what the pokemon is. and while i've been scared of plenty of pokemon, i worked hard to overcome a lot of my anxieties because i like every pokemon enough that it's worth it to me to try.

you're right, it's not "evil" to dislike certain pokemon for whatever reason you have. people are obviously allowed to have their own preferences. but it's a bit presumptuous to think that i'm lying just because you don't believe it's possible for someone to not dislike something.

[plaidos]

hey hi so i have a question about how to rebutt an argument? not that i agree with it, i just can't think of a good way to argue with it and i need to correct some people in my life because theyre saying it and it seems kinda dangerous and fucked up. okay so basically the argument is "we don't know that transmascs experience less sexual assault and homelessness than transfems, because transmasc invisibility applies to statistics reporting too." basically the argument is that transmascs who are raped or are homeless are reported as cis women mostly and trans status is rarely acknowledged even if they're on hormones. so we can't actually know how much statistically transmascs are raped or homeless. again i do not agree with this argument but i'm not really sure how to rebutt it because when i've tried to say that's not true the people in my life have shown me statistics and theory and stuff that i dont really understand well enough to argue against it, any sources or good arguments would be appreciated. thank you i hope youre doing okay!

this is a nonsensical argument, because it asserts that the only reason these statistics are so high IRT trans women is because we are hypervisible. Whilst we ARE hypervisible, that term doesn’t just generically mean “we show up more in every instance” it means that more negative attention is directed our way culturally speaking. like, the statistics i’ve seen used similar/the same sample sizes for transfems & transmascs; this seems like a fundamental misunderstanding of statistics. both transmascs & transfems are incredibly understudied when it comes to statistics about rates of violence etc for sure, and doing more studies about this will lead to better clarity about the average situations here.

“transfems are hypervisible and transmascs are invisible” just numerically can’t account for higher reported rates of sexual assault among transfems than transmascs. and like, this gap is true (though it’s less exaggerated here) for every other group of people i can think of too, there’s no reason to assume it should be magically swapped for transmascs or transfems unless you see us as our assigned gender and think that every single trans person is read as their assigned gender most of the time.

idk, @capnsoapy knows more about stats than me — those transmascs seem to pretty obviously be arguing in poor faith IMO.

[kaicha05]

Title:“Obviously”

Derek had faced hunters, kanimas, alpha packs, and more supernatural nightmares than he cared to count. None of it had made his palms sweat quite like this.

Sitting on the couch, rigid as a steel beam, he glanced at Stiles, who was fidgeting with his fingers, his knee bouncing at a mile a minute. They had rehearsed this conversation—twice.

“Okay,” Stiles exhaled, rubbing his hands together before clasping them tightly. “Eli, bud, we, uh—well, we wanted to talk to you about something.”

Eli, who had been sprawled on the armchair with his legs hanging over the side, lazily looked up from his phone. “Yeah?”

Derek cleared his throat. Why was this so hard? He felt ridiculous. Stiles was the one who’d insisted they talk to Eli before making any legal moves, and Derek had agreed. It was the right thing to do. But it was also nerve-wracking as hell. “Well, uh,” Stiles started, then promptly turned to Derek. “You do it.”

Derek scowled but turned back to Eli. “Stiles and I have been talking about getting married.”

Eli blinked. “Okay?”

Derek hesitated. That was… underwhelming. Stiles jumped back in. “And, y’know, if we do that, we were thinking of making things official with you too.” He licked his lips, eyes darting to Derek for reassurance before continuing, “Like, legally official. Like, I could adopt you.”

Eli blinked again. Then he snorted. “Yeah, obviously.”

Stiles stared. “Wait, what?”

Eli rolled his eyes. “Dude, you practically live here already. You take me to school when Dad’s busy, you’re at every game, you nag me about my grades—”

“I do not nag,” Stiles huffed.

Eli ignored him. “You make Dad less grumpy, and you keep the house from looking like a brooding cave. And let’s be real, I already call you for advice before I call him.” Derek frowned. “You what?”

Eli shrugged. “No offense, Dad, but you kinda suck at emotional pep talks.”

Stiles grinned. “He really does.”

Derek shot him a look before turning back to Eli. “So… you’d be okay with it?”

Eli made an exaggerated expression of deep thought. “Let’s see. Do I want Stiles to be legally obligated to put up with my nonsense? Yes. Do I want the ability to guilt-trip him by calling him my official dad? Also yes. Does this change literally anything in my life? No.” Stiles huffed a laugh, shoulders finally relaxing. “Okay, wow. You really took the tension out of this moment, kid.”

“Did you want me to freak out?” Eli raised an eyebrow. “I mean, I can if it’ll make you feel better.” He gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, you’re getting married? Stiles is going to be my stepdad? This is so shocking! My world is changing forever!” Derek groaned, but Stiles cracked up. “Alright, alright, you made your point.”

Eli grinned and stretched. “Cool. Can I go now?”

Stiles feigned offense. “You don’t even want to help us pick out wedding colors?”

“Nope.”

Derek sighed, rubbing his temples, but Stiles just grinned. “Fine, fine, you’re dismissed.”

Eli hopped up, but before heading to his room, he paused. His teasing smirk softened, and he looked between them. “For real, though… I’m happy for you guys.”

Derek felt something warm settle in his chest, and he wasn’t sure if it was relief or something deeper. Stiles beamed, nodding at Eli.

“Thanks, kid.”

Eli just shrugged before disappearing down the hall.

Stiles turned to Derek, a smug grin on his face. “Told you he’d be cool with it.”

Derek huffed. “You were just as nervous as I was.”

“Shh,” Stiles said, kissing Derek’s cheek. “Let me have this.”

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Authors Note:

I have never watched the Teen Wolf movie, and as of right now, I don't intend to. I do not like the fact that Derek dies or that Stiles isn't in it. Even though I know that wasn't the actors' choice and there's nothing wrong with it, I just don't feel like I could handle it, since Stiles and Derek are two of my favorite characters in the whole show.

That said, I do love what l've seen of Eli as a character online, and my shipper brain can't help but love the idea of Derek and Stiles being his parents-or just being parents in general. I mean, come on, Eli is basically the embodiment of Stiles' personality.

So, no matter what canon says, I'll always think of them as a family.

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Event | Devil Maid’s Holiday | EP: Nightmare Halloween Party

Kumon: Here we are! The Nightmare Halloween Party!

Omi: It’s pretty big. You can really get a sense of all the Halloween colors.

Kazunari: Oh-em-gee~, this place is SO cute! There’s so many Inste-able places! Omimi, c’mon, take a pic with me~♪

Tsumugi: There are quite a lot of people here too. It’s pretty lively. 

Tenma: I mean, it is Halloween today. Seems like there’s a lotta people wearing costumes too.

Misumi: Are you wearing a celebrity costume, Tenma~?

Tenma: I AM a celebrity! 

Kumon: Look, look, Nii-chan! It’s a candy house!

Juza: A candy house…

Banri: It’s fake, dumbass. Don’t try ���n eat it.

Azuma: Hisoka, it looks like they’re selling chocolate drinks over there.

Hisoka: …I’m gonna get mine with the marshmallow mountain topping.

Izumi: (Darn… Looks like everyone went off in their own directions as soon as we walked in.)

Izumi: It’ll be okay, right? I hope everyone will be back in time for the performance.

Chikage: Why wouldn’t it be okay? Look… Every troupe’s got someone performing on stage who they’re not going to let wander off on their own.

Tsuzuru: Ahh… I guess I can’t argue with that.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Guy: It’s almost time for the performance to start.

Misumi: C’mon, let’s go, let’s go~!

Tasuku: Mikage, get up.

Hisoka: …Mn.

Azuma: Good work on being his transportation, Tasuku.

Izumi: Thank goodness. Looks like everyone got here in time.

Chikage: I told you.

Misumi: Waaah, the castle’s roof is a really nice triangle! That’s so cool~!

Tasuku: This whole thing was quite the challenge, but… I’m looking forward to see what those guys can do.

Sakyo: Right. Well, all of them agreed to do it voluntarily. There’s no reason for us to worry.

Tsumugi: Ah, seems like it’s starting.

Izumi: (Break a leg, guys…!)

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Ame: “Alright, we’ll sing our debut song for you. Just follow our lead!”

Eliza: “We’re about to make you all fall in love, so be ready!”

Tio: “We’re sending our hearts full of love your way ♪ So keep on listening!”

*Audience cheers*

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Kumon: Everyone was so cute! That was so much fun!

Tsuzuru: Your acting was great, Sakuya. You really nailed those devilish gestures and expressions.

Sakuya: Whoa, really!? Thank you so much! Looks like all of my hard practice with Yuki-kun and the others really paid off.

Omi: The other attendees in the venue seemed to be getting pretty excited too. They were all cheering for you.

Kazunari: Like a call-and-response sorta thing? I mean, I’m pretty sure there are supposed to be fans of other idols here, so I guess there was like a pretty banger connection between everyone~.

Itaru: GG, Yuki. Even with the exaggerated backdrop of the whole maid outfits and devil thing, it all fit together really nicely… TL;DR, crazy cute.

Itaru: Thank God devidevi tails was just a one-night idol group. If they were part of a social game, I’d be cooked.

Masumi: …You’ve been cooked since day one. 

Chikage: Don’t even bother.

Citron: Ohh, how was my full-chaos acting!?

Itaru: I mean, I guess you could say it was chaotic, but I’m guessing you meant full force? It was good, obviously, and you absolutely nailed the cuteness.

Tsuzuru: Thanks to the surprisingly solid devil element with the costumes, everything was able to work out just fine even though the thing as a whole was huge.

Masumi: I mean, even though it was like that, you weren’t that bad. Sakuya, Citron, and the others, I mean.

Kazunari: Yukki’s taste with these costumes was so banger for realsies! Literally the best~!

Yuki: Obviously. 

Tenma: He’s been mumbling on about things in our room forever. But the costumes and performance all turned out great, so it looks like it was all worth it.

Misumi: Yuki and Muku were sooo cute~!

Kumon: Right!? It was like they were real idols! 

Muku: Really? I’m glad… Thank you so much!

Omi: You’ve already been pretty good with female roles, Taichi.

Taichi: But this time it was so, so, SO hard ‘cause you could see my legs, and my role was nothing like Zero!

Banri: Yuki was scoldin’ you about the way you were walkin’ quite a bit.

Juza: I’d never be able to copy that kinda thing. 

Sakyo: Well, you and Nanao really looked the part thanks to the makeup.

Azami: Hmph, I mean, duh. The hell do you think I am? 

Juza: The audience was cheerin’ ‘n sayin’ how cute things were durin’ the live scene.

Banri: I bet dealin’ with all the costumes ‘n other things you had to do this time around was a real pain in the ass.

Azami: Well… It was hard, but we did what we had to do.

Azuma: Homare was quite beautiful and cute.

Tsumugi: He really was wonderful. His mannerisms were really beautiful.

Guy: Yes, he was quite elegant. I could really sense the mature calmness and dependability of the head maid, as well.

Homare: Well, naturally! I suppose it was a role that was made for me!

Hisoka: I thought you were cool for like a minute… But then you ruined it by doing that.

Homare: Hmph. What is that supposed to mean!? 

Tasuku: He’s not wrong. It’s a shame you’re not always like that…

Homare: Ohoho, the usual me is just as good as how I was today.

Sakuya: I’m really glad that it seems like everyone had fun.

Izumi: Yeah. This was a great success! 

Yuki: …Hey.

Sakuya: ?

Yuki: …Thanks for everything.

Sakuya: Huh?

Sakuya: Yuki-kun, what was that you just…?

Yuki: Nothing.

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[bevydev]

It's like there's never going to be a time that people will log onto Tumblr and not collectively decide to throw this unwarranted hate at Our Flag Means Death is there?

There's this post going around about how people are only consuming media that only features one type of trope or theme then complaining about how those are the only themes or tropes that they see are being made nowadays. It gives examples on how narrow-minded it is if you're only consuming vampire media instead of branching out to other forms of YA, or listen to female rappers of you want rappers that aren't misogynist.

Then acts like ofmd fans think that the show is first time there's ever been gay people in television in the first time in the history of forever.

This isn't a case of fans 'celebrating the first gay character on television ever' but making it one of the many shows that are adamant to make gay characters front and center without them being 'left for interpretation' or something that can easily thrown to the side without affecting anything, or sanitized through censorship hell and back until it practically doesn't exist.

Like anytime someone wants to mourn how anything queer is being taken down no matter how popular or beloved it was because execs would rather die than to accept it, I wonder why people on here harp on how much they're so glad ofmd got cancelled as if that wasn't one of its main reasons that it was.

Or when somebody critiques a show that's obviously forcing anything queer through this strained hatred for it at the same time, I wonder why ofmd is still one of the shows people being thrown under the bus as if it was anything even close to that criteria especially when the show's creator, the actors, writers, etc. were all pouring as much love in it's story as much as possible.

Like..... just look at what Disney did by when they tore down an episode with a trans character in it from being viewed online, then later when trying to make a public statement of hosting anything lgtbq on their shows: "We realize that families may want to 'explain' queer people to their children instead and that's why need to remove any instance of their existence throughout our programs" think that it sounds anywhere near as innocent, reasonable, and professional as they're trying to make it. Knowing fully well that's it's just a paper-thin excuse to make sure they never have to deal with the idea that they ever have to show or cater to anything even slightly queer on their channel ever again.

This just feels like one of those times that people hate a show to the point that they point out on everything negative about it and claim that's it's what all the show has to offer. Even if it wasn't just their own personal dislike for it, the main issue is much more likely of what goes wrong when with fandom when a show tries to be at least a little bit progressive. Because at the same time, so many unchecked biases in the fandom aren't being addressed in the slightest and then get blown out of proportion or at least exaggerated to the point that its what the show is associated with as a whole. So their negative impression with the show feels vindicated and everyone that doesn't like it gets to justify why it was so horrible in the first place.

If that really was the case, then that would mean tearing down every single new queer media out there at least making an attempt to get past every single obstacle out there trying to remove it off the face of the planet. Or disregarding others in the past that tried to do the same thing but didn't get anywhere near as far.

Tl;dr:

If you hated our flag means death so much, fine 😮‍💨. If there were certain aspects of the fandom that bothered you, that will never be something that's new when getting into any fandom. But in all honestly, out of all the media actually causing those issues, ofmd isn't anyone's greatest concern and if anything, really doesn't need to targeted that much as if it is. And at very very least, it doesn't need to be torn left and right on how it was TRYING to make virtually everything about it as openly gay as possible. That's all.

[luniviravosshipper]

You misinterpreted me. I’m not saying it’s not their actual opinion, obviously they’re not making up how they’re feeling lol. I’m saying the reaction they’re giving over a simple toy existing is exaggerated. It’s an overreaction. Like, they’re kind of purposefully reaching by using a toy as an excuse to dump all their other grievances on the show when it’s just not a good example of something the show actually did wrong.

You all are just trying to find reasons to whine about the Stella plush.

“Guess she was just a merch plug all along.” What? You know how long it’s been since she was first introduced as a character? You think the only real reason they did was to merchandise her? Like they were just secretly plotting and planning this entire time for her to be merchandised 3 years later and that was her entire purpose lol.

Like, I genuinely cannot fathom how people could seriously be so upset over this. I mean, I’ve even heard a lot of people say the complete opposite and how they really wish TDP had more merch. This reaction I’m seeing is so weird and I cannot imagine it being anything other than forced.

“Maybe it’s just me.” No, the problem is that it’s literally not just you. Literally every major TDP artist I’m seeing on Insta except for one is saying stuff like this, and that’s why I feel like this is a forced reaction.

Also why is it weird to get merch directly from the show? Do you think it’s weird… to support a show you like?

[tudirkulosis]

it is 2024 can we PLEASE stop w these kind of videos now. thanks

[theswedishpajas]

FINALLY breaking myself free from the chains that are rendered Fords… STANLEY, MY LOVE, I AM HERE TO AT LAST APPRECIATE YOUR FACE HOW IT DESERVES!!!!!

[bixels]

The Ryoko Kui interview's reception is such a disaster over a pretty normal (yet still flawed) interview between a non-Japanese fan and Japanese artistic. This is discourse for discourse's sake, and it's no surprise that almost every Twitter user I've looked at who's using this interview to parade Kui around as a goated mangaka standing strong against Western ideology is anti-trans.

Like, I do think the interview was kinda wonky with its focus on fandom culture, which Kui clearly didn't have much interest in. But sometimes that happens. Sometimes interactions between two people, especially a fan and a creator, two people who view and interact with a piece of media in completely opposite perspectives, don't click. Does this really need to get blown up into a "West vs. East culture war" issue.

Anyways, Kui saying "I don't consider my audience's interpretations when writing. I leave it to their imaginations, but I have my own read on things too" is the healthiest, most normal thing an artist/writer who wants a non-parasocial audience could say. Artists and writers use this line all the time. If Kui didn't enjoy autistic Laius or Farcille headcanons, she would have probably voiced/signalled her discomfort, like she did on the topic of Senshi fanservice. Overall, Kui handled the interview really well. Props to her to sticking to her guns and keeping a healthy disconnect from the fandom. While I think the interviewer could've/should've been more tactful and restrained, the flaws in their questions is not a symptom of the woke mind virus trying to wriggle its way into the pure Japanese psyche. It's the sign of an over-eager fan who sees a piece of fiction differently than its creator.

[avayarising]

An elliptical orbit isn’t centred on the sun – the sun will be towards one end (at one focus) of the ellipse. So the orbit will have one perihelion (close to the sun) and one aphelion (away from the sun), and just one set of seasons per year.

A comet’s orbit is a very exaggerated example of this.

Here’s a good diagram I got from Libretext (CC-BY Tom Weideman) showing how it works:

Obviously the orbit we are thinking of wouldn’t be anything like that off-centre. That would be a long hard cold winter.

For the ATLA planet we would be looking at something rather rounder, but not as circular as Earth’s.

lowkey driving myself insane thinking too much about the lack of hemispheres in the original show and how the entire world is on the northern hemisphere season cycle except sometimes characters refer to the correct season of the southern hemisphere but then its not visually I just need to stop caring and CHANGE THE SEASON IN KYOSHI WARRIOR EPISODE

[the-person-i-became]

The cameraman and Max? Two men with exceptionally fine taste in men. The way Max looked at Charles—like he hung the moon, invented happiness, and might just be carrying his baby—was outrageous. This man has attachment issues and separation anxiety, and they’re clearly trauma-bonded. and the cameraman was right there with him, zooming in on every look, every reaction, every moment between them.

Max might as well have been screaming, 'That’s my person!' With the way he stared, the cameraman clearly agreed because Charles got more screen time than anyone else. Honestly, who can blame them? Charles has that effect—on Max and probably on everyone watching at home. Fine taste, indeed.

[creativity-deficient]

Not to sound like a hater but I always feel like those tik tok “fun fact” accounts always post the most mundane information like “did you know that…tweek has anxiety?? That Kenny dies a lot?? That Cartman is racist??? Hmm no?? Bet you didn’t! 😁😁”

Like give us some ACTUAL obscure fun facts that only true fans would know!! Not stuff that’s common knowledge!!