#of all the times to have Zero Interest in things

[glitter-stained]

I always feel like a little sad seeing posts about how Jason's character is inherently tragic and that's what makes it good, how him being unloved, a tragic consequence of his own actions, is inevitable, and how that shouldn't change because any change on that regard is a fundamental misunderstanding of his character. Yes, Under the Hood is a tragedy. Yes, Jason survived and for a long time people have been pretty confused at what to do with the character that survives the tragic ending. That doesn't mean he should continue to be trapped in the tragedy, that there's only value in him as long as he's unloved. And maybe that's me preaching and being a party pooper again but the idea that the teenage-to-young adult character with a mental illness that has damaged all his relationships is doomed to be lonely and have bad/upended relationships forever, that he's only good as a character as long as he's hurting others and/or himself (and usually both) and isolated because of this... It's sad, at the very least. I refuse the presumption that tragedies are the only stories wise and worth telling.

Also I personally really dislike the idea that Jason isn't and shouldn't be anyone's favourite, because he made himself nobody's favourite on purpose. Did he make himself a villain on purpose? Fuck yeah. Does any of his early attempts at reaching out to people hurt them? Indubitably. I maintain that this is because he wants to be someone's favourite as he is, at his worst, with his hands covered in blood. And I think he should be. (Without contradicting or damaging, by comparison, the relationships between other characters, that's the tightrope we need to be weary of when making such things, of course.)

It's like this: love, in most relationships, is conditional: you don't owe your friend or your partner to continue to love them if the relationship changes, if you change, if you become violent etc. If my girlfriend started murdering puppies, I would stop loving her. Ideally, however a parent's love for their child is unconditional. That's very often unfortunately not the case, but ideally it'd be, it's really not great for a kid to have zero parents that love them unconditionally. And most importantly, it's not just about actual unconditional love, it's about it being perceived. So it doesn't matter in the debate if Bruce actually loves Jason in spite of the murder, it matters that Jason asks for confirmation of it at the end of UTH and receives a negative answer. (similar arguments to be made about Catherine loving Jason and dying of drug overdose and Willis going to jail and dying - it's the potential perceived abandonment of it that would matter, not their agency and actual love. And it's not a question of whether he would be angry at it so much as that he'd yearn and hurt for it. And of course Sheila didn't love him at all.) That's why he, upon learning about Mia and reaching previously unknown to man levels of projection*, tries to rally her with the hope that, because she's "so similar to him" she would understand him. That's why upon learning about Dick "killing" Blockbuster Jason, again projecting more violently than a bullet, Jason makes Dick into his new favourite person (god, the concept behind BiB has so much potential why did it have to suck so bad...) Anyway, Jason to me is a character with a very intense, very overwhelming conception of love both in who he loves and how, who struggles to understand that other people love and show it differently, and it makes so much sense for him to keep looking for a person who will love him unconditionally (something that's both very rare and not necessarily healthy since, again, most relationships aside from parent-child relationships do not and probably should not include unconditional love). This is particularly interesting in the context of him having bpd (again, using bpd because i'm focusing on the interpersonal dimension that's been mostly studied within that frame) because BPD often functions around a vicious circle of "is afraid of rejection/abandonment -> does maladaptive behaviour in attempt to prevent rejection/abandonment OR protect oneself by being the one to leave first" which is what leads to the instability in relationships. It's a doomed prophecy: i have maladaptive patterns that make me think my girlfriend is gonna leave me at any time, I keep demanding to see her phone, assuming she's cheating everytime she leaves and thus demonizing her even though I was glorifying her five minutes earlier" then she's going to leave me, which is gonna reinforce my thought pattern that everyone always leaves me. But that also means that in rare instances in which the other person in the interact, for whichever reason, sticks around through that, then these incorrect thought patterns begin to change through the sheet logic of extinction: if i think that people always leave me because of something fundamentally wrong with me and people don't leave then eventually the idea that people are doomed to abandon/reject me is going to lose its power. That's, btw, an important part of why therapy works.

(*that one's a joke, btw. He's not projecting onto mia and dick to levels impossible to mankind, just pretty intensely. Very human levels of projection, might I add'. Just to clarify.)

Now, be mindful: I'm not saying make Jason an abusive boyfriend. I'm not saying put him in a relationship where the other stays because they're afraid of him, that's not unconditional love or acceptance that's just fear. Of course, the ideal version of it would be Jason goes to therapy but because dc hates me specifically this is never gonna happen, but imagine him being in a relationship, romantic or otherwise, with someone who is as intense and "unwell" about him as he is about them. I'm not saying it would fix him (again, get him so goddamn therapy jfc) but it would change him. And just as it doesn't have to be healthy it doesn't have to be tragic.

I was asked a while ago my thoughts on Jason's current stagnancy as a character and if I thought he could become interesting again, and I said yes and talked about the directions I dream would be explored with his character and their potential. My answer hasn't changed, and it's completely compatible with this, but I will add: I think Jason as a character has largely and for long enough been defined through his yearning to be somebody's favourite, and that if you want his mode of interacting with others and dynamic with different characters to change then this is a very logical way to do it. And it would make a lot of sense for it to be the catalyst for other changes in his character (ie in his name or philosophy).

Get that boy into a super intense long-term codependent situationship, is what I'm saying. Please.

[mshalfemptygirl]

Under the Tree (S.R)

Plot: Y/N decorates the apartment for Christmas with her boyfriend, Spencer Reid, and things get pretty cute between the two of them. Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader Contents: A sweet Christmas fic where they’re being cute and flirting with each other. Maybe it releases a lot of oxytocin. A/N: I hope you all like it! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and if you don’t, I hope you have a wonderful day anyway and enjoy this little piece of joy. Love you all, and thanks for reading my fics! Happy Holidays!

The sweet scent of hot chocolate filled the apartment as I curled up on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket. Across the room, Spencer was intently focused on his self-proclaimed mission to “perfectly top” our Christmas tree. I watched him as he studied the golden star in his hands, his brows knit together in concentration as if he were tackling one of his impossibly complex equations. “If you spend five more minutes deciding the exact angle of that star, the tree’s gonna give up and decorate itself,” I teased, trying to hide my amusement behind a sip of hot chocolate.

He glanced at me over the rim of his glasses, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “Did you know that the probability of a Christmas tree being perfectly symmetrical is practically zero? The branches are almost always uneven, even if they’re artificial.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Is that your fancy way of blaming the tree for how long this is taking?”

He turned back to the tree, the corner of his mouth twitching as he fought back a smile. “I’m not taking that long,” he said, climbing carefully onto a slightly wobbly chair. “I just want it to be… perfect.”

“It’s already perfect, Spencer,” I said softly, my words more for me than for him.

But he heard me. Spencer paused mid-movement and glanced over his shoulder. His gaze was steady, the warmth in his brown eyes making my chest tighten in the best way. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” I replied with a small smile, meeting his gaze. “And I’m not talking about the tree.”

His ears turned a deeper shade of red, and I couldn’t help but laugh quietly. He always got adorably flustered when I caught him off guard like that. But this time, instead of deflecting or looking away, he stepped down from the chair, the star forgotten in his hand, and walked toward me with deliberate calmness.

“You know,” he began, leaning one hand on the back of the couch as he hovered just a little too close, “flirting is actually considered a sign of intelligence.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, my voice softening despite the playful edge in his tone. “So, what does that say about you, Dr. Reid?”

His lips curved into a smirk, the kind that made my heart race and my knees feel just a little weaker. “It says I have exceptional intelligence... and impeccable taste.”

Heat rose to my face, but I managed to keep my composure, raising an eyebrow at him. “Humble as always.”

He chuckled, settling onto the couch beside me and tugging the blanket over both of us. His arm slipped around my shoulders, pulling me closer, and I leaned into his warmth without hesitation.

“You want to know something else interesting?” he asked, his voice dropping slightly, the rasp in it sending a pleasant shiver through me.

“Let me guess,” I said, tilting my head to look at him. “You’re about to hit me with another weirdly sexy statistic?”

Spencer laughed, the sound low and warm, and I couldn’t help but smile. “I could,” he admitted, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “but I was thinking of something a little more practical.”

“Like what?”

He didn’t answer immediately, his gaze dropping to my lips. “Like the fact that you’ve got hot chocolate on the corner of your mouth.”

Before I could react, he leaned in and wiped the spot with his thumb, his touch lingering just a moment too long. My breath hitched, and I swore his smirk grew as he noticed my reaction.

“All fixed,” he said softly, his voice casual, but his eyes held that undeniable spark that left me completely disarmed.

“Thanks… I guess,” I managed, my voice quieter than I intended.

“No need to thank me,” he replied, leaning in to press a quick, feather-light kiss to my cheek. His lips were gone before I could fully process the touch, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “But if you wanted to repay me,” he added, his voice lower, more daring, “I have a few ideas.”

I laughed, trying to steady my racing heart. “Ideas, huh? Like what?”

He leaned back slightly, his lips curving into a smile that was equal parts playful and enticing. “Well,” he began, his tone light but purposeful, “we could finish decorating the gingerbread cookies. You know, keep things wholesome. Or…” His voice dipped, his gaze locking on mine, “we could forget about the cookies entirely and stay right here. See where this... takes us.”

I tilted my head, pretending to consider his words as my pulse hammered in my ears. “And what exactly do you think ‘this’ is going to lead to, Spence?”

He didn’t hesitate, shifting closer until his knee brushed mine, his presence impossibly magnetic. “That’s the best part,” he murmured, his voice soft but full of meaning. “I don’t know yet. But I’m pretty confident I’ll like wherever it goes.”

[frostedshore]

Frostedshore’s struggles. I am not fine, it took me a while to admit that, and it’s ok.

tw: religion, leaving faith, leaving islam, loss of interest in hobbies, depression

i debated abt sharing my experience here, since this is just a simblr account & this is a heavy subject matter. but i guess i really need as much support as i can get. i see many simblr sharing their irl stuff here too & getting support & i love that for us🥹

I am the first generation in my family who left islam. I am basically disowned now, and i am a lil nervous abt the fact i won’t get inheritance in this crazy economy🤣 but i think standing on my ground is more important than money, because as elphaba said “if that's love, it comes at much too high a cost”. Islam will effect my everyday life even to the tiniest detail about how I dress. You need to understand i’m highly allergic to hijab due to my skin type. I spend millions indonesian dollars just going to the doctor to fix skin problems when the doctor said my problem will go away if i dont use the hijab😭 also i feel nauseus working out wearing the hijab bc the fabric is tightly wrapped around my head & neck to the point i’m dizzy & want to vomit due to overheating & constriction. Did i mention that i was obese before i take off my hijab? Yeah i never wanna work out when i was still wearing my hijab & i lost 20kg after i take my hijab off & can exercise at the gym without it. I don’t think it’s fair that i’m considered weak & sinful & need to endure such burden just to pass god’s test😭

This post is not intending to spread islamophobia, but i’m just sharing my experience of leaving a religion. ANY religion. Especially if you’ve been a devout like I am. I spent 23 years of my life practicing islam, praying, fasting, etc. I started wearing the hijab before i even reach female “baligh” (9 years old) which is an islamic standard where all of our good & bad deeds are being recorded by angels & we must do all islamic obligations such as fasting, praying, covering or else we’ll go to hell (men’s “baligh” starts at 15 years old so women start our baligh sooner which i also think isn’t fair.) i took off my hijab when i was 20 (which create a lot of backlash from friends & family). back then i still think what i’m doing (taking off my hijab) is sinful & i fly all the way to mecca for umrah because i want to give it my all & repent completely.

I will accept islam fully if i can, and i WANTED to. Nobody who really WANTS to love a religion will choose to doubt & eventually left like me. I tried my best & shed countless tears. I even talked to islam feminists (authors, lecturers, and master of quran) but i’m still not satisfied abt all of my questions (it’s not only hijab who push me away, it’s a whole bunch of things that i doubted & never really got answers.) i just CAN’T have the islamic lifestyle anymore.

i eventually left my religion this year, just months after my umrah, because even after prostrating in front of kaaba, I still have doubt. And so I converted to Christianity. My christian friends all celebrated christmas with their own respective families. Even my ex-muslim friends from church celebrated christmas with their boyfriend’s family. It’s just a really isolating time for me because I left my religion before truly building a new support system for myself. I should’ve left when I already snatch a christian boyfriend/ have many single ex-muslim friends😂 Starting from zero is hard. And I feel really depressed abt it to the point of not enjoying the sims & my life anymore. But i rewatched The Lion King yesterday & damn mufasa’s dialogue abt remembering who we are rlly hit home. I’ve changed because I was not okay, and it’s ok. I can’t wait until I can rise from my sadness and become my old self who’s beautiful, kind, and loved (altho i lost many people who love me due to this decision & it’s hard to believe that i’m loved when that happens. I always get the toxic thinking that i’m being punished for liberating myself from islam, even after suffering for so long). Pray for me y’all & sorry to vent in such a happy season such as christmas🥹

If you have similar problems, my dm is open for you🤍 hugs all the way across the globe. Remember that we all are queens despite our depression that changed us to a version we dislike! I have personally know how it feels to lose everything, losing best part of me until what’s left is just a part of me that i dislike (shameful, regretful, guilty, etc.) You can still be who you want to! What you said you were! And start again!

ps. If you’re muslim, i’m not open to be lectured & told that i don’t understand the religion. You don’t know me & know how much i studied islam to come to the decision to leave islam. I’m not weak for not being able to live up to what i think is impossible standards. Pls respect my boundaries🤗 i still have love for my muslim friends & i’ll forever pro-choice despite what i personally feel about hijab. Nobody should be harassed for their choice to wear something. If you’re wearing one & find peace in islam, i support you🤍 anything to make you the best version of yourself!☺️

[miserymet]

Tragedy - Reploid Bass AU

Was digging through my old WIPs and found this bad boy. It’s technically unfinished (because I didn’t know how to end it) but it gets the main point across and establishes the where the plot is at post MMX7. Thought it might be interesting to those who want more details on the AU.

(quick timeline context; Bass gets his memories back post mmx6, disappears off the face of the earth and shows back up again halfway through mmx7)

Summary: Zero and Bass talk about one of Bass’ many regrets. In the process, Zero tries to connect the brother he knew as Forte to the stranger wearing his face.

“I wasn’t supposed to be here.”

The words are quiet. Not soft, as nothing Zero’s brother does is soft anymore, but they lack the usual bite. It’s enough to draw Zero’s attention to where Bass now sits. 

The chair holding him is old, a mundane relic of the furniture that was commonplace over a hundred years ago. It’s a miracle that it hasn’t crumbled under the weight of its occupant, but Bass had mentioned that the entire base was designed around its mechanical residents. Perhaps its creator imagined one of his robots might need to use a chair. Even if there’s not much of a difference between sitting and standing for them.

Zero’s surprised to see that Bass has his back turned to him. His brother isn’t too keen on letting Zero out of his sight nowadays, but his gaze is firmly fixed upon the screen in front of him now. Another uncharacteristic behavior. Zero sets aside the spare parts he was examining, all interest gone, and approaches the screen that has his brother so transfixed. It casts a dim light even in the darkness of the base, but the image is clear enough.

It’s an old contact log. A few lines of text sit at the bottom of the screen and for some reason, Zero feels the need to read them aloud.

“Bass. I made a mistake. I created something that I can’t control. You’re the only robot strong enough to stop it. Please help me.” He furrows his brow as he speaks the final line. “I’m sorry.”

“Six lines. Twenty six words. A hundred and fifteen characters.” Bass mutters.

“What does it mean?” 

It’s a genuine question, and maybe that’s why Bass laughs as though it’s the stupidest thing he could have asked. Zero waits with bitter patience for his brother to finish. This is typical of Bass’ new personality. Brash, abrasive, rude, all of these words and more fit the new image Zero’s brother has made for himself. Even his name is new. “Bass.” It’s been a bit of an adjustment to say the least.

Eventually, Bass manages to pull himself out of his laughing fit. His next words are the last thing Zero expects to hear.

“These are the words that killed me.”

“…I thought I did that.” Is all Zero can say to that. Bass laughs, much quieter this time.

“In the end, yeah.” His brother leans back in his seat. “But fighting you wasn’t-, I didn’t…”

“You ‘weren’t supposed’ to?” Zero volunteers.

“…I shouldn’t have.”

Bass goes quiet, lost in whatever old memories are haunting him today. Zero can’t help but feel frustrated. He used to know what to do when Bass…when Forte was upset. Whether it was about his lost memories, his weakness, his outdated code, Zero could always help. It’s different now.

Everything’s different now.

“Do you remember what I told you about our creator? How we didn’t really get along?” Bass starts, gaze still stuck on that old log.

“Because of your penchant for rebellion, yes.”

“That was only half of it. Yeah, I disobeyed him whenever I felt like it, but he wasn’t some doting father.” His brother turns to glare at him. “He was the most selfish, stubborn, stupid old man I ever met. Full of himself, too. You would have hated him.”

“That sounds a lot like you.” Zero can’t help the bite to his words. Maybe X was right. Maybe all this is getting to him. “Where are you going with this?”

“I was loyal at first. The old man had a lot of expectations for me, and I was determined to meet them. I didn’t. No matter how hard I tried, how strong I was, it was never going to be good enough if I couldn’t beat-,”

He stops abruptly, almost letting something slip. Something important. Bass is always vague about his old memories. He’s hiding something, but Zero can’t tell if it’s because it’s too risky or because he’s hoarding all that’s left of his past. It could really be either one. Zero isn’t sure he knows Bass all that well anymore.

“The point is, I was a failure to him. So he tried to move on. Build something else.” Bass shakes his head. “I couldn’t accept that. We fought. First it was just arguments, but it escalated. Before I knew it we were trying to kill each other.”

“What did you do?” Zero asks, though he’s not sure he wants to hear the answer.

“I left.”

Oh. Zero wasn’t expecting that.

“It sounds obvious, right?” His brother rests his head against his hand, expression flat. “But I wasn’t a reploid. I didn’t have the programming X or Axl did. It wasn’t as simple as changing my career. I was leaving my creator.”

“Bass…”

He doesn’t let Zero get a word in. “I agonized over it for days. What was I if not his robot? What could I even do without him? I was practically one foot out the door already, but I couldn’t move the other one. I…cared about him.”

Zero tries to imagine it. Bass, in his original body, standing beside a vague figure. His gaze sweeps across the room and Zero sees Bass sitting on a table full of junk, swinging his legs as he speaks to his creator. What did his face look like? Was it flat and cold, speaking in an even tone about plans or progress or whatever a man like that saw fit to discuss with his creation? Or was he annoyed, brow furrowed with one dipping lower than the other and mouth pulled into a small pout? Maybe it was a face Zero had never seen before, a soft smile, a wry grin that so clearly spelled out his amusement. 

He can only imagine. When he turns back to his brother, Bass wears the grimace he’s grown so used to.

“That was how I convinced myself to leave, in the end.” He breathes an empty sigh. “If I stayed, I might have hurt him. Might have let my anger take me to far and…”

His hands move in front of him, digits curled tightly around an invisible enemy. They hang in the air for a moment and shake. Then they fall. Bass lets his head follow them.

“You came back.” Zero speaks softly, trying for a gentleness he’s never been good at. “Why?”

Bass doesn’t pick up his head. “Same reason. I cared.”

“He made a robot, couldn’t control it and called you for help.” It feels both more and less real when he says it aloud. “He called you to your death.”

“And I came. I came because I am a fucking idiot.”

Zero blinks at the harsh language. Bass is far from the composed brother he knew, but even he didn’t use that language regularly. It feels strange. Forte would never, but Bass…it fits him a little more.

“He didn’t even have to apologize. The moment he came to me for help, the moment he called me strong-,” Bass grips his head in his hands. “All my conviction disappeared. I walked into that lab, this lab-!” He throws out his hands, nearly hitting Zero, “and I died for the man that tried to kill me!”

Zero doesn’t know what to say. What can he say? This is something he’s just learned, a grief he can only imagine. Bass has lived with this knowledge since the day he got his memories back. How did he feel, waking up and knowing that he lost everything to a man long gone? How do you live with that burden? How do you keep fighting?

Bass shoots up from his chair, gaze now fixed on Zero. There’s so much behind his eyes that Zero can’t see. A world no one alive has any hope of understanding.

“I was so close to being happy! To having something other than a worthless creator who only tolerated me as long as he could use me!”

His brother takes a step forward, the light of the screen illuminating every tear that falls from his face.

“And he took that from me! You took that from me!”

“I’m sorry-“

Zero sees the punch coming. He almost dodges. It’s what every self-preservation program in him begs him to do. He doesn’t. He takes it. The punch is hard, snapping his head to the side quite painfully. He doesn’t flinch. Not even when Bass’ fist splits the synthetic skin of his cheek. All he does is look back at his brother.

Bass stands there, eyes wide and mouth open. His arm hangs in the air. He can see the grime left on his hands. Can see the tension in every part of his body. Then, it shifts. Bass drops his hand and closes his mouth. That glare returns, fierce as ever.

“Don’t pity me. It’s too late for that.”

Zero tries to find his words. “I don’t-,”

“That hit only landed because you let it.” Bass casts his gaze to the side. “Everything I do to you is because you let me. Even in this body, I’m not strong enough.”

[iamnmbr3]

The bitter enemies to lovers dynamic works much better with Hermione, Ron, Neville or Ginny than with Harry, as they all have much more limited perspective and interactions with Draco. Basically any Gryffindor but Harry, lol. I have zero interest in any of those pairing for this reason (and many others, but not relevant here). Thoughts?

Yup. To each their own. I do enjoy the "bitter enemies to lovers" trope - some of my early ships include kylux, baneblake, and lawlight, which all fit that description nicely. The thing is, it's all about hwat is most interesting and works best with the characters. So, while I think that type of dynamic can be interesting and realistic for some pairings, it just doesn't work with drarry from my point of view because that's not who the characters are. And it's also not what's most interesting or striking about their relationship.

The really special and unique thing about drarry is yes there's enmity and rivalry and conflict and later there's a literal war that they find themselves on opposite sides of. But for all that, they never truly hate each other. Even when they should, they can't bring themselves to. For all that they may distrust each other and fight and even hurt each other, whenever one is truly in danger the other always helps him.

And for all that there should be no trust between them, Draco sends his friends away and turns his back on Harry when they are in the train compartment in book 6, because he knows Harry won't attack him from behind while he is alone and vulnerable (and he's right). And moments later when Harry finds himself incapacitated and completely at Draco's mercy, he is angry, but he isn't afraid that Draco will torture or kill him or turn him over to Voldemort, even though he (correctly!) believes that Draco is a Death Eater (and he's right!!!). That's so complex and unique and interesting! That's what draws me to the ship.

That's not to say that post-war they would immediately fall into each other's arms or that Harry would suddenly completely trust Draco wasn't up to anything or tolerate Draco mistreating his friends, or that Draco would instantly unlearn all his prejudices overnight. There would be a process. And that creates great fodder for fic. But in my opinion it wouldn't look like a story of enemies who truly hate and want to harm each other being inexorably drawn together, because neither Harry nor Draco ever really wanted that.

Remember that not only did Draco say "I can't be sure," but also after book 6 Harry downplayed or downright concealed many of Draco's crimes on the astronomy tower. And in the Room of Requirement not only did Harry save Draco, but Draco also tried to intervene to stop Crabbe & Goyle harming Harry, even tho by that time he was wandless - and indeed the next time we see him a Death Eater has drawn his wand on him, and seems to think Draco is no longer on his side....

[epickiya722]

bnha 431 was in no way homophobic nor is the epilogue of jjk having the mc get together with a girl is not homophobia ( not making a same sex ship canon isnt in anyway homophobic ( in regards to bnha 431 not throwing out buildup for izuocha just to go with a popular same sex ship isnt homophobia its good writing)

Okay, I wouldn't say "good writing" just because the main boy and girl get together. Most of the time really, it feels like a "must writing".

I know, Izuku and Ochako had some build-up, but that doesn't mean it was really "good". Most of the time, it did feel underdeveloped. Ochako was constantly brought up to be having a crush, yet on Izuku's end we don't even get the word for him.

Even in 431, I wouldn't call it "Good writing" for them because most of the chapter touched on how they were doing in life. There wasn't any mention of romantic feelings. They don't even say the word "date".

It just felt like they would hang out and that's about it.

Same for JJK. I wouldn't say that Yuji got together with Yuko because he doesn't. On the surface level of things, she is still fawning over Yuji who shows zero romantic interest in her.

For all we know, after he settles with everything in his hometown, he'll go right back to Tokyo and continue being a sorcerer and probably never see Yuko again.

Her whole epilogue just felt like it was showing more of the kind of person is. I know the whole "snow is romantic" thing, but snow also has different meanings. In this case, Yuji's connection with snow is shown again. Previous times was with Mahito and when he recalls a fond memory of Wasuke, his grandfather, to Sukuna.

While MHA 431 and Yuko's epilogue may seem romantic, and you can see them as such if you wish I'm not stopping you, to me... they really just lack romance and could just mean something else to their respective stories.

No, a girl and a boy getting together isn't homophobic, but that doesn't mean they win in the love department either. The gays may not win, but the straights aren't particularly winning either.

[justevelynnnn]

Secret Santa w/ the X-men!

A/N: I have a lot to work on but i got this idea and i just had to get this out today😭 but Merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates and i hope y’all enjoy this!

Summary: The X-men enjoy the holidays by doing a secret santa exchange

Warnings: None!

This is also not proofread!

It was Xavier’s idea. It was a rare time of peace and he thought it would be a nice bonding activity to do. He convinced most of the team to participate. It was a week before christmas and so he just planned for everyone to do it on Christmas day (if nothing went wrong of course, some villains don’t care about christmas).

Scott found a small bowl and called everyone over to write their names on a piece of paper and put it in. He dropped a paper with his name too. Then each member took turns drawing names.

Jubilee excited volunteered to go first. She ran up to the bowl and grabbed a paper.

She squealed as she read the paper. It was Storm, a woman she looked up to greatly. “I know exactly what i’m going to get!”

Logan grumbled about this being silly after seeing her reaction and Scott just elbowed him.

Ororo decided to go next. With grace she approached the bowl and grabbed a paper.

She smiled as she read the name. “This is interesting…”, she said in response. She had chosen Scott.

Gambit volunteered to go next.

“I wonder who Gambit’s gonna pick?” He said as he drew a name. His cheeks blushed a bit as he read the name.

“Eh bien, je serai damné…” He said smiling. “What are thee odds a this?”

(Translation: Well, i’ll be damned)

Remy just chuckled as he walked away from the bowl not answering Morph or Jubliee who desperately wanted to know who he chose.

Scott decided to go next. When he read the name his eyes widened a bit behind his visor as he read the name he chose. Jubliee. As he walked back he sighed. What could he get her? He doesn’t know what teens like. Jean put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

Logan grumbled again and announced he was going to get it over with and walked up to the bowl himself. He quickly took out a paper. He had chosen Hank. Just great, he thought. He had zero clue what to get a blue fuzzy scientist.

Hank went next and chose Kurt.

“Well, this is certainly unexpected…! I’ll see what i can do..” Hank said folding the paper.

After that, Kurt teleported to the bowl and quickly read his paper, “I got the wolverine!”

“You’re not supposed to say who you got Kurt..” Jean giggled.

“Look, I don’t want no bibles or crosses-” Logan fiercely started but was quickly elbowed again by Scott somehow.

Before Logan could insult Scott, Jean went to the bowl and chose Morph.

Then Morph chose Jean leaving the last paper for Rogue.

“Ah can’t believe this…” Rogue said softly and blushing slightly. For a second she made eye contact with Gambit who smiled softly at her. Jean exchanged a knowing glance with Storm after noticing this.

Scott grabbed the bowl to return to the Professor and reminded the team to be ready Christmas Day if all goes according to plan. Everyone was to get one thing for each other. The team left the room murmuring about many different things. Some excited, some nervous.

The next week was filled with everyone scrambling to get gifts for each other. Scott worrying about not disappointing Jubliee, Jean struggling to find something morph would like and Hank tinkering in his lab to make something for Kurt.

Eventually, Christmas Day arrived. The mansion was now filled with paper snowflakes made by some students, Christmas lights and other festive decor. The X-men gathered in the library as it was empty some no students would be studying at this time.

“I’m so excited to see what everyone got!” Jubliee said happily setting her gift bag on the table in front of them. Kurt and Morph agreed just as happy. She wore a silly Christmas sweater and matched with Kurt.

Kurt being as excited as he was teleported with his gift in front of Logan.

“Here you go my good fellow! I hope you like it!” He smiled, golden eyes squinting.

Logan, wearing silly antlers Jubliee forced him to wear, grunted as he took the gift from Kurt. Opening it his eyes widened. “How did you- wow, Kurt…this is the best whiskey in the world! Thank you..”

Logan held up a giant bottle of whiskey. It looked expensive and fancy.

“I traveled to many places searching for only thee best! Gern geschehen!” (You’re welcome!)

Logan showed a rare genuine smile.

After this heartwarming beginning, Logan gave his gift to Hank.

“Here you go, it ain’t much but…hell knows I tried.”

Hank nodded as he opened the gift.

“Well, I’ll be!” He pulled out a dark blue blue lab coat. It was brand new with his name embroidered into it in yellow. “Thank you, Logan!”

“Don’t mention it..” Logan smiled looking away as Hank admired the coat.

Hank put down his coat to then give his gift to a surprised Kurt.

“Ah, for me? How exciting!”

Hank handed over a long box for Kurt to open. All he had to do was undo the ribbon and open the lid. When he did he gasped and delightfully exclaimed, “How beautiful!”

“What is it, Kurt?” Morph asked curiously as Jubliee strained to see over their shoulder.

“It’s a gorgeous sword!” Kurt pulled out a 3 foot long sword with beautiful swirls and a vine engraved into it. The handle was a nice blue leather and the sword was a shiny silver.

“I made it for you in my lab.. it’s nothing special but I bought it’d be a nice addition to your collection.” Hank said. Kurt immediately teleported to hug him tightly, thanking him many times.

While Kurt was still admiring his sword and thanking Kurt, Jean decided to give her gift to Morph.

“A snack basket of all my favorites? You’re too kind Jean..” Morph said smiling at her. “I guess I should give you hit gift too since I got you…”

Jean opened her gift to see a soft knitted scarf that was a nice creamy white. Her name was sewed into it as well but in a diligent cursive. “This is amazing, Morph… I didn’t even know you knew how to knit..!”

“Me neither…” Rogue said shocked.

“What? I have hobbies…” Morph playfully shrugged.

A couple of them laughed and then Scott moved to grab his gift and turned to Jubliee.

He cleared his throat and then said, “This is for you..”

“You got me! Wow!” The young girl said as she excitedly received the gift. It was neatly wrapped in wrapping paper.

She opened the gift to reveal a sequin bomber jacket. She smiled from ear to ear as she hurriedly pulled it out put it on, commenting on how sparkly it was.

“Wow, wow Scott! I love it!”

“Jean may have helped me a bit…” Scott said looking to Jean.

“So colorful and shiny, like your personality!” Kurt commented.

“I might as well go next then..” Ororo said standing up from the arm chair she was sitting in. She grabbed her gift and approached Scott.

“I didn’t expect you’d get me, Ororo..” Scott says suprised as he received the gift.

“I, too, was surprised. I even struggled with ideas. Thigh it’s simple, I hope you like what i chose.” She said motioning down into the gift bag.

Scott reached in and pulled out a framed photo of him with the team behind him. It was an old picture of a sweet moment long gone. On the back of the frame it said, “To the world’s best leader.” with each member of the team signing it.

“This is sweet, Ororo..Thank you.” Scott said grinning.

“You’re welcome, Cyclops.”

Storm was then tapped on the shoulder with Jubliee behind her who was also holding a gift.

“I got you storm! Here you go!”

Storm chuckled at her playful demeanor and gently took the gift. “Thank you, Jubliee..”

Storm unwrapped the gift to reveal an exquisite eyeshadow palette with many winter themed shades. Glittery gray to a soft white to a baby blue. All colors that matched who she was.

“It’s lovely, Jubliee.” Storm smiled as she hugged Jubliee.

“Like you, Ororo.. I tried to get something that matched your elegance!”

The team sat and admired their gifts for a while until Jean looked at a blushing Rogue and said, “Rogue? Didn’t you get a gift too?”

The room looks to a smirking Remy and Rogue now as they sat next to each other.

“Ah guess it’s our turn now, huh…”’Rogue said.

“Gambit got you something special. You should go first though.”

“Well..alright..” Rogue says as she handed Gambit a small gift.

“Well, well..what do we have here, hm?” Remy says as he unwrapped the gift. It was a deck of cards but these were special. They were personalized playing cards with the top card having his name on it.

The other mutants admired the cards silently as Gambit looked at them whistling.

“Hope you like em’..just don’t go throwing these around! They were a pretty penny!” Rogue joked.

“I won’t. I shall cherish these for as long as I live..now, you are you ready for your “gift”?” Remy said putting the cards back in the box.

Rogue didn’t answer but looked around. She didn’t see a gift anywhere. The team looked rather curious too.

“You gonna give her some air or something?” Logan said tilting his head.

“Non, Gambit has something more special in store.”

Before anyone could react, Remy leans in to kiss Rogue on the lips.

“REMY!” Rogue exclaimed blushing a deep red.

A few members gasped, a couple other looked concerned.

“Aweeee, what a sweet gift!” Jubliee said.

“Are you okay, Gambit?” Kurt asked a bit concerned, though the man just gave him a toothy smile.

“Of course, Gambits okay. I couldn’t be any better!”

“You crazy cajun! You want get sick or hurt or even worse?!” Rogue said a bit annoyed but still blushing.

“You seemed to enjoy my gift though, no?” Gambit said winking at her.

Later, he got her a real gift which was special gloves she could wear that were thinner so she could feel a closer contact and then also a card. She never revealed what was in the card when she read it but she gave Remy a big hug right after.

The x-men finished the holiday enjoying their gifts and talking amongst each other, enjoying each other’s company. The room was filled with laughter and jokes as Christmas came to an end. It was a sweet day for them all.

[rainbow-starheart]

Oh wow, someone’s certainly fired up today, huh? 🌈💥

But, hey, let’s just take a deep breath and clear things up a little, shall we? First off, I’m aromantic and asexual—meaning, I have zero interest in those things you’re accusing me of. It’s really not my vibe, and the ones you claim I'm friends with are mostly victims,survivors and allies who tried to go against them,I mean why would you say an anti is a pedo when they called out someone expressing... concerning taste on age gaps? and I’d rather spend my time doing something far more exciting, like protecting the Omniverse, making arts and crafts, or enjoying a nice plate of cheese. 🧀✨

Now, about this “anti cult” stuff? I’m just over here, living my best life, spreading positivity and actually respecting others. You know, not harassing people, not stereotyping, and definitely not playing around with serious accusations and not triggering and harassing kids just because they're on the anti community

But hey, if you want to keep making wild assumptions, go for it—I'm pretty sure it’s not going to get you very far. But if you want to talk about protecting people or discussing boundaries, I’m all ears! Let’s keep things friendly and respectful, alright?

In the meantime, I’m off to go spread some good vibes to my friends and enjoy my day—cheese in hand, of course! 🧀💫

Catch you later, sunshine!

proshippers really need to stop saying “you don’t care about real victims!”

1. i can care about more than one thing.

2. you do not know me personally or what i do outside of social media.

3. and what makes you care more than me? romanticizing people’s trauma and posting it online to show to other people who likes romanticizing people’s trauma (and pedophiles) doesn’t show that you care about real victims.

[densewentz]

Here's to desperately scrambling to get my brain to latch onto a hyperfixation during an absolute Low Point like a frazzled and exhausted parent waving every toy they have in front of a hysterical toddler

[desaturate-worlds]

i was so excited for venom 3 and was so unimpressed 😭 when it ended i was just like “…oh” and i have so many thoughts but i need to watch it again before i fully form them

[koetjingwarrd]

You're my baby, say it to me...

[edwardwonghaupepelutivrusky4th]

wah i looove their designs and animation...

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

The Deep Sky

scifi mystery thriller

on a deep space mission traveling from an environmentally devastated earth with hope to restart humanity elsewhere

when they’re halfway, an explosion kills 3 crew and pushes them off course

the only witness is the Alternate who has no specific role, and she has to figure out who caused it & if they might continue to sabotage, while they're figuring out a way to get back on course with limited resources

flips between present and the past: of her childhood and training for the mission, her identity struggles, and relationship with her mother

questions the ethics of ‘restarting’ humanity elsewhere vs putting resources into fixing earth

[meowsticmarvels]

screaming to the crowd. zero escapers i need to know your thoughts/hcs on 1904!phi and her partner.... im thinking a lot about phis insane ass backstory. need to Know.....

[waywardsalt]

bc its been bouncing around in my head i think another little tiny grievance i had with totk is that i got to the end and just felt a sense of ‘well what the hell was that all for then’

[bonaesperanza]

There's no plot beat more unsatisfying than a protagonist who is trying to escape the Cool Adventurous Setting for some reason. I get that it's sometimes realistic for them to do that but it's really difficult to root for someone or get emotionally invested in their success when their main goal is to get away from all the stuff you find interesting to watch/read about.

You get about the same frustrated feeling like when you're at a party and hitting it off with a person but the friend you're with is whining about wanting to go home.