#of course you can choose to ignore this because I’m just a random person on the internet but

[crimson--freak]

As an aro person, I’m not unfamiliar with the fact that canonically aspec characters are few and far between, but the way that some people regard people shipping arospec and acespec characters is kind of annoying.

Like you do realise that fanon shipping isn’t always going to reflect canon, right? Shippers aren’t erasing canonically aroace characters by shipping them with others. If characters are aroace in canon, they will most likely continue to be so* even if fans shipped them with other characters.

The way that some people regard aroace characters as “off-limits” from shipping when their orientations are confirmed in canon also ignores the fact that some (e.g. romance/sex favourable/indifferent, partnering, oriented, angled) aroace people do in fact choose to enter romantic/sexual relationships regardless of their orientation.

Also, fandom is pretty much built on non-canonical ships. Some of the largest early slash ships were between characters who were textually straight (or at least not textually percieved as non-straight). It didn’t matter if those ships didn’t become canon, because you can enjoy fanon/headcanons without wanting them to become canon!

I can of course agree though that fandoms are on the whole extremely amatonormative/allonormative, especially with tropes like “everyone has a soulmate” or “Pair the Spares” or “more than friends”, so it can be annoying to see canonically aroace characters treated in that way. However, this is a wider issue not just acertaining to fandom but to pretty much all popular media, so it would be unwise to blame only shippers for the abysmal lack of aspec representation. Instead of focusing on what characters “should” and “should not” be shipped together, maybe the focus should be on creating fandom communities where shipping is not the only goal.

*(of course, there is the problem of aroace characters’ identities being erased in canon, for example Jughead Jones from the Archie comics, but this was an unfortunately terrible choice made by the producers of Riverdale, not by fans of the Archie comics. There is a very significant difference between characters’ identites being erased in canon and fans making alternate fanon versions of characters, and I hope you all can recognise which is worse for aspec representation and knowledge of aspec experiences within wider culture.)

[whatbigotspost]

I’m gonna start coining tumblr specific cognitive biases and logical fallacy terms…here’s the first ones I’ve theorized so far. (I’m using “actor” here meaning “the person, acting out the fallacy or bias for us all to see.”)

1. The unique contribution fallacy—reading a post of over 10k notes and the actor thinks of something they surmise is very clever to add. The actor imagines themselves to be the first special unique soul to contribute this add, when OP has actually received this “clever” comment 5000 times of those 10,000 notes driving OP up the wall.

2. The whataboutism bias— reading a post on any given particular topic, and believing that OP should say every single thing that you could possibly say about that topic under said single post. The actor doesn’t know they have a personal agenda on the topic and expects OP would have that same bias to talk about the side of the given topic that correlates to the actor’s personal bias, instead of allowing OP to be somebody who just writes what they wanted to write. This often works in tandem with… 

3. The TLDR bias— seeing a post that is actually extremely long and thoroughly well written, often times with sources, numerous added threads of detail etc. but the actor doesn’t actually read the content of the FULL post. Then, in reblogging it or commenting on it, “adding” something that OP definitely originally said, and revealing oneself as somebody who doesn’t even read the detailed things that they re-blog or add on comments about.

3. The literal URL fallacy— not understanding the total chaos that is the Tumblr URL, in this fallacy the actor thinks that someone’s username is ALWAYS telling you exactly what the content of their blog might be. I’ll illustrate this one in like a totally random example way… Let’s say that you hypothetically made a blog that was all about calling out bigots back in the days of yore, the early twenty teens. And yet somehow, despite the fact that every other user around you seems to not be taken literally by their URLs, the actor decides that everything that you post is therefore bigotry…….even if what you’re posting is your own original content that you’re writing, calling out bigots. Too bad, so sad! Because in this fallacy, the actor is going to see you as what your URL says, literally, always.

4. The missed URL fallacy— this of course is the exact opposite of number three. It is where a blog has a very particular theme and format to it, that is the most important thing you can notice to understand the context of a post. So, again, just a random example here… But let’s just say that the intent of a blog is to always post submitted weird ass dreams people had, but the actor doesn’t realize this in their relogging and thinks that somebody is reporting a real life situation that was definitely, very specifically a wild fever dream.

5. The throw the baby out with the bathwater bias— a fan favorite among left leaning and social justice corners of the site, this bias is when the actor reads a post where somebody doesn’t use the most optimal, virtue signaling language for them personally, so the actor ignores the whole entire point of the post. It could be something as serious as and attention demanding as genocide, but somebody uses a word like “crazy” or “stupid” or “bitch” in it and so the actor’s worldview and general proclaimed values are casually tossed aside because the language that was used to deliver it was not “perfect.”

6. The choose your own reality bias—The actor reads a post and reblogs it, adding commentary that is responding to things that are definitely not said in the original post and definitely not anything in the realm of what OP was talking about. Close cousin to…

7. The this is definitely about me/self-own fallacy— this one is actually one of my favorites to spot out in the wild because it is SUCH a tell. It is like a slightly more specific version of the “choose your own reality bias” but this is when the actor reads a post and blogs it, adding commentary that is responding to things that are definitely not said in the original post as if OP is talking about them personally, and therefore revealing themselves as potentially shady or suspect in someway because why did they make it about them, if it’s not about them, you know?

8. The zombie post fallacy—in this one, the actor most likely does not have time stamps enabled on their dash because that isn’t something that happens here by default, and this site has a higher presence of zombie posts (by the way its designed and how it functions) than any other social media site I know. So when a zombie post from 2011 shambles across their dash in 2024, they react to that content as if it is completely new and relevant information or news or a situation to be dealt with in the modern era.

What needs added?

[fruitless-vain]

There’s a black lab SDIT on my bus home, and he has a sign on him saying “I’m in training! Ignore me!” Of course, I instinctually go with “read the sign on the dog to see what I’m meant to do with the dog”, so it’s a bit too late to ignore dog. I’ve taken to nodding at the handler as I walk past, but I wanted to ask you since you’ve talked about wanting people to ignore dog better. Is this a good approach, or is there something else I should be doing? I cannot train myself out of “read sign on dog” being my immediate response, so anything before or after that part can be tweaked but I know from experience that that one can’t.

Every handler will be different on what their preferences are so this is just really my personal preference here, for me the signs are on a dog To Be Read so definitely don’t feel like your quick glances to read are in any way an issue. The sole purpose of the words on the dog is to communicate to the public, to tell people how they want to be engaged with as well as important warnings or medical details like - I faint, don’t call an ambulance, allow some extra room for us, or hey there’s emergency medications in this pocket

As a service dog handler it’s expected that people will look at the dog, even if you’re out on a random walk outside and see a pet dog you’re going to get excited and go “oh my gosh look! It’s a cute puppy dog” and share the joy of seeing a cute dog with the people you’re with.

Quick glances, reading the vest, honestly even hearing people talk to eachother like “did you see that SD? It’s so cute!” Doesn’t bother me or impede my dogs ability to work. And that’s really the key thing here, as long as you aren’t impeding the dogs ability to focus on their task, or overstepping personal boundaries// basic respect we’re not going to be upset with you!

I almost prefer when people acknowledge that they’ve seen Yoshi in one way or another because it tells me they know to watch where they’re stepping. Even for larger breeds it’s so common for their tails to get run over because people aren’t accustomed to watching where they step inside stores. If I see someone glance at her and smile I know they’ve seen her and are now more aware of their body to not step on her. Doesn’t impede Yoshi’s ability to work, lets me know you know she’s there.

When we have signs like “ignore” or the icons of “no touch no talk no eye contact” it really breaks down to just “be respectful, don’t deliberately distract me”.

No touch- don’t actively reach for me, pet me, grab me, or attempt to move me.

If you walk by and accidentally graze the side of your leg against her it’s not a big deal, if your shopping bag accidentally taps her it’s not a big deal. They’re not purposeful actions, they’re not trying to get my dogs attention

No talk- don’t bark at me, don’t make kissy noises at me, don’t try to call me, don’t speak directly to me

If you almost step on her and briefly go “oh sorry!” Towards Yoshi it’s not a problem, your goal is to rectify an accident not to catch her attention. It’s also typically an instinctual response, you’re not cognitively going “oh hello service dog I nearly stepped on I must get down to your level and speak to you about my misdeeds”. That brief response of “sorry!” Isn’t going to distract a working dog and I won’t be mad at it. If you see her and choose to talk to me to compliment her, that’s also fine! You can totally spot her and then tell Me that she’s cute or you think her training is doing well! (Happens all the time and usually makes my day) You Can discuss her Existence just the same as you can tell someone you love their shirt or the paint colour on their wheelchair. Just talk to me about it, don’t talk to her. Again the focus here is, don’t make it hard for her to do her job. You talking to me about her doesn’t make her job harder, Talking directly to her in baby talking tones aimed to capture her attention does.

No eye contact- don’t stare at me.

Quick glances and vest reading are totally fine! Again the vest is there to be read, spotting a cute dog and smiling bc they heckin cute isn’t distracting or rude. Following me down aisles to watch her, standing a foot away from me with your eyes bugged out, gawking and pointing like we’re a circus act here for your entertainment is rude as hell. I will not be enthused. (Yes all those things have happened)

And also, a child pointing going “look a puppy!” Is a valid reaction for a child to have, a parent stopping with their kid to watch and take the opportunity to explain what a working dog is isn’t an issue, it isn’t rude, and it doesn’t overstep boundaries. They’re kids, they don’t know, and id much rather hear someone take the time to educate in that moment over the “oh god don’t point at the disabled, kid Ruuuuuuuun”.

What isn’t appropriate is when the Parent grabs their kids attention and the parent stops and points and says “look at the puppy!”. Going out of your way to draw attention to us, modelling piss poor ways to act around a working dog and generally just rude as hell. Imagine spotting someone with a limb difference, grabbing your kid, pointing, and going “look kid they’ve got no arm!!!!!!!” Like? Rude as fuck. Similar concept.

Tldr: you can read the vest, you can smile when you see a cute puppy, you can tell the *handler* their dog is doing a great job! Just try to avoid going out of your way to catch that dogs attention. If you’re not sure you can ask what their preference is

We’re all just people trying to get through our day, you treat us with respect and we’ll respond with the same

[letitiaslabyrinth]

DIDN'T DESERVE

A/N: this did not turn out the way i expected it too at all. anyways ignore all mistakes cause this aint proof read word count: 1.7k+

“Shuri, how come you ain’t tell me where you was last night?” Shuri's girlfriend, Imani said, irritation in her voice.

Shuri shrugs. “I was with Riri-”

Imani rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Of course you was with her. The two of yall might as well date with the amount of times yall see each other.”

“Baby, what are you talking about?”

“You spend more time with your,” She makes air quotes, “‘best friend’ than you do your girlfriend, Shuri. You don’t see an issue with that?”

Shuri was confused. Yeah, her and Riri spent time together but they didn’t spend that much time together, right? Whether the answer was yes or not, Shuri loved Imani and would choose her over anyone and everyone.

“I’m sorry, Ima. I’ll spend more time with you, I promise. How about we go on a date tonight?”

Imani brushed her off, still annoyed. “I don’t wanna go out, Shuri, I want you to stop hanging out with Riri. Period.”

“Okay,” Shuri says with no hesitation. She wants to make her girlfriend happy and if that means she and Riri can’t hang out anymore then so be it.

“Good.” Imani kisses Shuri on the forehead and goes to the bathroom.

Shuri’s phone goes off twice. They’re messages from Riri. Shuri doesn’t bother reading them when she types: “We can’t hang out anymore.” and blocks Riri’s number. It stung her heart a little bit but what else could Shuri do? Imani’s her first girlfriend and she just wants to keep her happy.

Shuri gets up from the couch and goes to the kitchen. She opens the pantry, taking out a bag of Doritos and opens the fridge, taking out a carton of juice. She pours some in a cup before putting it back and making her way to the living room. She sets her snack and drink down and turns on the T.V. She falls asleep waiting for Imani to come out the bathroom.

When Shuri wakes up, she can feel a hand running through her hair. She looks up and it’s Imani.

“You sleep good?” She asks.

Shuri hums, stretching slightly. “What time is it?”

Imani checks her phone, “6:32, why?”

“I have a meeting with the council at 7.” Shuri groans and gets up slowly. She finishes her juice from earlier and kisses Imani on the forehead. “I’ma go get ready. I’ll see you later tonight?”

“I made plans so prolly not,” Imani says and goes back on her phone.

Shuri’s the first one in the throne room, as usual, but Riri was close behind her.

“Shuri, can we talk?” She says, pulling Shuri to the side.

“No. Didn’t you get my text?”

“No, I did, I’m just wondering why I got it. And so outta the blue, too. Did something happen?”

“Nothing happened, Riri. I just don’t want any kind of relationship with you that isn’t strictly professional. Aren’t we only supposed to be colleagues, anyway?”

“Seriously? Shuri, you can't be serious right now! Are you at least gonna tell me what I did?”

Shuri notices some of the Elders coming in. “Leave it alone, Williams. I’ve said what I’ve said.” She walks away and sits on the throne, waiting for the other Elders to come in. 

They discussed the safety of Wakanda, the Panther and Ironheart suits, and the new buildings that were being constructed in Wakanda. Then Shuri went to the lab to work for hours.

It was around 11pm when Shuri made it back to her and Imani’s place and she was tired. She was expecting to find Imani in bed but she had forgotten that she said she’d made plans. The apartment was dark and lonely without another person there. Shuri didn’t like it. She turned on all the lights and put on a random show for some background noise while she took a shower. It was 11:30 when she was done. She was so exhausted from today that she didn’t even bother changing into clothes. Once her body touched that bed, that was it, lights out. 

“Shuri!” Shuri wakes up to Imani shaking her. “The bed is wet because of you! How am I supposed to sleep!?”

“The couch,” Shuri deadpans. Imani waited for Shuri to say she was joking but she wasn’t. It’s not like there was anywhere else for her to sleep other than on the couch.

“Why don’t you sleep on the couch?” Imani says, rolling her eyes.

Shuri groans and sits up on her elbows. She looks at the clock on her bedside table then back at Imani. “It’s 2 in the morning right now, Ima. I am tired. There’s no point in me moving when you’re the one complaining. You said the ‘whole bed’ is wet so go sleep on the couch.” And with that, she turns her back to Imani and goes back to sleep, ignoring the angry muttering from her girlfriend.

It had been about a week and a half since Shuri told Imani to sleep on the couch that night but Imani took it personally and has been sleeping on the couch ever since. Shuri didn’t even remember what she said since she was so tired but she assumed it was bad since her and Imani have barely even been talking unless they absolutely have to.

“Are you hungry?” Shuri asked Imani from the kitchen. No response. Shuri rolled her eyes and went over to her girlfriend, standing in front of her. “Can you just tell me why you’re ignoring me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you should remember. It’s not my fault your memory is shit.”

“And it’s not my fault that you’re having this one-sided ass fight over something I don’t even fucking remember, Imani. We're dating, aren’t we? We’re supposed to be able to talk to one another when we have issues but instead you're pushing me away and ignoring me.”

“You were rude and inconsiderate, Shuri. You slept in the middle of the bed, with your towel on, making the bed wet, and then you told me to sleep on the couch.”

Shuri sat down, rubbing her eyebrow. “So, where exactly were you planning on sleeping, again?”

“What?”

“I mean, I’m just saying. From what you just told me, the entire bed was wet, somehow, so where did you actually plan on sleeping?”

“It’s not what you said, Shuri, it’s how you fucking said it. You didn’t even care about me enough to sleep on your side of the damn bed.”

“I was in a meeting from 7 to 11 pm, Imani. I was tired and you woke me up to complain so my bad for my tone?”

“Oh, please, what’s oh, so, tiring about sitting down and talking about things that need to be fixed or done in Wakanda?”

“It wasn’t just the meeting, Imani. I also had to go to the lap and fix some things on my and Riri’s suit-”

“Oh, really?” Imani scoffed, “So, what? Riri can’t fix her own damn suit now?”

“She doesn’t live here, Imani. She came here for one week for personal reasons, not to work.”

“She could’ve carried the suit behind her and worked on it from that scrappy lil garage of hers in Chicago.”

“I told her months ago that her suit cannot leave Wakanda, which you would know if you actually listened to me when I talked.”

“I listen when you talk, Shuri. It’s you who never listens to me and what I say. The fact that you’re still doing ‘favors’ for Riri proves that.”

“Excuse me? Me fixing the very creation that I helped her make isn’t me helping her. Me and Riri haven't even spoken since I told we can’t hang out anymore, so you can go somewhere else with that misinformation.”

“I don’t appreciate this tone of yours.”

“And I don’t appreciate how you’ve treated me like shit our entire fucking relationship,” Shuri starts, “Everything you ask of me, I do, and I mean everything, Imani. But it’s like, no matter what I do for you it’s never enough. You told me to stop hanging out Riri and I did but you just have to find a reason to get pissed off about something that barely even fucking concerns her and it’s irritating. You might as well be obsessed with the girl with the way you know so much shit about her and me.”

Imani stands up. “Shuri, if you keep talking to me like I’m one of your little fan girls, you gon lose me as a girlfriend, I promise.”

“Nobodys stopping you from leaving,” Shuri shrugs. She’s been through too much bullshit from this woman to even care anymore. “Leave.”

Imani scoffs and goes to pack her things.

“Leave your key on the way out, too,” Shuri says, getting up and leaving.

Today was the last day Riri was in Wakanda and Shuri had to make things right before she lost the best friend she’s ever had in her life. 

Shuri knocks on Riri’s door, thankful that she hadn’t left yet when she heard her say, “One minute!” Riri opens the door a few seconds later, her face dropping immediately when she realizes it was Shuri. 

“What do you want?” Riri says, folding her arms across her chest.

“I wanted to apologize.” Riri’s face softens slightly. “I shouldn’t have chosen Imani over you, especially when I’ve known you longer than I have her. I know what I did was stupid, Ri, and I’m sorry. Imani was my first girlfriend and I was willing to do anything for her love and her approval, even if that meant cutting out the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You didn’t deserve to be ghosted by me like that and I should’ve explained things weeks ago at the meeting but I was scared Imani would find out and break up with me and I know that’s no excuse but I really am sorry, Riri.”

Just as Riri was about to speak, another voice came from inside her room. “Ri, who is it?” They yell.

“No one, Aniyah!” She yells back. Riri turns back to Shuri, “I appreciate the apology, Shuri, I really do, but you’re a week too late. I don’t want anything to do with you after what you did.” And with that, she closes the door, leaving Shuri rethinking her entire life choices.

[all-we-know-is-falling]

I can’t believe I’ve NEVER posted this before. What the flip. Anyway. This is from Agustín’s point of view, since he’s the main character and I find it easiest to write in first person. This is pretty old now and I’m not sure exactly how much of it is true to their story now, but I can tell you for sure that every single bit of Agustín’s confused and timid feelings towards Mateo and the idea of being alone with him are very real. That’s kind of the whole point LOL.

Solo, Juntos

I find myself in Mateo’s living room, with him of course. It’s cozy at his place. There is just stuff everywhere so it always feels more comfortable than it feels at mine.

Maybe that’s because there’s never really a quiet moment where I get to be home alone, and Mateo’s parents often have days when they’re both out at work until late, like right now.

Mateo says that when his parents are out, he’ll sometimes take advantage and invite his friends over. Apparently, he’s got a secret ‘stash’ hidden somewhere in his room. I don’t doubt him. “Don’t worry, it’s never too crazy.” He assures me.

Instead of inviting his long-time friend group round, he chose to invite me, I think to myself. We’ve been friends for a while now, but it still makes me feel a little… honoured, if that’s the word. I’m not entirely sure what we are right now, though, and I’m not sure if friends is the right term.

Mateo offers me a glass of water, and I accept it gratefully. The humid heat outside had me sweating on the way here, and my throat is feeling dry.

Bright warm light lights up sections of the tiled floor as the sun is placed high in the sky. It’s the middle of the day which explains why some of my hair is practically plastered to my forehead.

I take a seat on Mateo’s plush couch. It’s the kind that makes you feel like you’re sinking into it, and the quirky looking cushions sport different textures and shapes and colours.

He comes through with two glasses of clear, cool water and sets them down on the coffee table in front of the couch, among the random clutter which covers the surface.

The interior of his house is really busy and there’s a lot to take in, but it isn’t messy. Everything matches up and works together in its own way. Perhaps his parents are secretly insane interior designers…

This is the first time we’ve truly been alone together. Like, absolutely alone, no one else in the building, or anywhere near us. I don’t know how he’s feeling right now, but for me, I feel like I’m floating. Like falling, the kind of butterflies you get on a steep fair ride. Maybe I’m nervous, but I’m not sure what for. I take sips of my water, soothing my throat.

Mateo’s voice interrupts my thoughts, “If you were a stray cat outside, where would you choose to sunbathe?”

My eyes flick up at him and I furrow my brow, confused. He always asks the most random questions.

“Why would you ask that?” I pause for a second. “I’d probably find a flat warm stone… or pavement.”

Mateo grins when I give an answer, then he makes one up too. “I would go to the beach.”

He completely ignored my question.

Whatever.

“I’ve never imagined you to be a cat person.” I tell him.

“Yeah, I like them. They have cute faces and they’re calm, and reserved. They’re kind of the opposite of me!” He explains, then adds, “Minus the cute face, of course.”

I let out a small chuckle and try not to smile too hard, it’s as if I physically can’t straighten out my mouth. It’s no secret that I find Mateo hilarious, he always catches me laughing to myself about something he said way too long ago for it to still be funny. It’s a little embarrassing, but I can’t help it.

His almost-green eyes sparkle as he watches me laugh, which brings back the butterflies from earlier. “Oh yeah?” I say. “Well I like dogs.”

I don’t know why I prefer dogs.

“And I never expected you to be a dog person.” Mateo smiles at me. I break eye contact, my face feels flushed.

“No but seriously, what’s with your weird questions?” I ask him again. Hopefully he will give me the response I want this time.

“Weird questions can tell you a lot about a person, based on how they answer them.” He tells me, his voice authentic. “Even just finding out whether someone will answer them at all can be telling. For example, you. You’re one of the only people who genuinely gives me a real answer, like just now.”

“Right…” I can kind of see where he’s coming from. “Is that a good or bad thing?” He pouts as if he’s thinking.

“Yeah, it’s definitely a good thing. Also your answers are always super cute.”

I’m sure my eyes must have widened at that last part. I hope not but knowing my luck there’ll have been something which completely gave away how I feel about Mateo Ramírez calling something I do ‘cute’.

He’s always so genuine and real in the way he speaks, which is great because then I get to hear him say things like that to me, and I’ll never not get flustered when he does, but that also means that he might not mean it in any significant way, if you know what I mean. He talks like that to everyone, so I can’t ever get my hopes up. Things between us are complicated and I don’t really want to think about it.

Anyway, we continue to chat together, showing each other stuff we find funny on our phones, and listening to music in the back for an hour or two.

It doesn’t take long before we’re both in hysterics at something ridiculous which had been brought up in one of our many conversations. Mateo practically keels over laughing and lands his head on my shoulder as he grabs me, one hand at my arm and one at my chest. He’s the type to laugh with his whole body and it’s so funny.

Once we had both stopped gasping for breath, we settled finally. We were sitting very close to each other now, though. I think my palms started sweating.

*

I don’t know what to do. Everything in me is screaming at me to get up and run away, it’s too much. This is what I’ve wanted, though, isn’t it? Mateo has come too close, his face, his lips, only inches from my own. I’m not sure where to put my hands. Definitely nowhere near him, they’re sweaty and, anyways, I feel as if both of them are glued firmly to the sofa behind my back.

I try not to lean backwards even further, the closer Mateo gets. I don’t want it to look like I don’t want to do this, whatever this is. Do I want to do this? I’m unsure but I don’t have time to wonder, my thoughts are going ten to the dozen and I’m sure Mateo can probably hear my heartbeat racing. Yet my head feels as if it’s full of thick clouds, so I can’t actually decipher anything that I’m thinking. Even my breathing starts to pick up pace, I feel frozen in place, I feel like everything is going to go wrong and I’m going to mess this up somehow, and then-

My breath hitches when I feel Mateo’s mouth pressed softly against my own. Before I can fully react, he’s kissing me. Properly kissing me. He moves his lips and I do the same back, after my initial shock. Neither of us stops to say anything.

I can’t seem to relax, I’m aware of how tense I am, and Mateo seems to be as well. This must be why he pauses to ask me, “Is this alright?”

Now I feel bad because he looks nervous too. Or maybe he was always nervous but I was too caught up in my own head to notice. I don’t think that I can actually comprehend anything that’s going on right now, though.

“Yeah. Sorry.” I’ve never said something more awkwardly in my entire life. I can’t believe I really just responded like that.

I smile and try to relax a little. I also free my hands from behind my back, but this sends me sinking further into the sofa. Oof.

Now I feel like Mateo is above me. He’s looking down and smiling back at me. I simultaneously wish the sofa would swallow me whole, and that this moment would never end. He lets out a little laugh, presumably at me falling into the mass of cushions beneath me.

We don’t say anything else, but there seems to be a shared understanding that we both want this. I take in his gaze for a second before he leans down again to kiss me more. Mateo uses one arm to hold himself up, then I feel his free hand touch my face. The extra contact of his palm against my cheek and his fingers reaching my hair makes my head cloud up again with millions of new, undecipherable thoughts.

Instead, I decide to let it be; I want to live in the moment rather than in my head. I reach my hands to Mateo’s shoulders, broad and firm, then to near his neck. I pull him closer as he uses his supporting arm to lower himself. He hovers over me, the kiss only getting deeper, and runs his fingers through my dark, thick hair. The butterflies that have been living inside of me the whole time, since being invited into his house, evaporate; I’m in the moment now. Everything finally feels right.

[jihancheolover]

i’m obsessed with i want to eat your pancreas’ philosophy on chance vs choice. and as many things are for me, i think kagehina is a poignant example.

when kageyama and hinata meet in the junior high match, it’s not entirely chance, yes the brackets were random but part of the reason is that hinata even bothered to create the team in the first place. and they choose to say those things to each other (main culprit “what have you been doing for the past three years?!”) which cause more conflict. they could’ve ignored each other and moved on but they chose to speak up and insult acknowledge each other (this also says something about their strong first impressions of each other! but that's a discussion for another day)

they also do not meet at karasuno by chance (although i feel this was obvious?). they both choose to go to karasuno because they admire someone on the karasuno team (the little giant and coach gramps ukai for hinata and kageyama respectively) and for kageyama there's the additional external factor of not being accepted into shiratorizawa. even more importantly, both of them chose to continue pursuing volleyball despite previous failures (hinata badly losing the only official match he’s played, kageyama’s teammates abandoning him). only a great amount of passion and persistence got them to push through.

it's not a coincidence that they can pull off the minus tempo freak quick either (again i think this is obvious but i feel i have to mention it), it's a combination of both their talents and skills which they have polished and honed for personal improvement. this makes kageyama's innate talent, years of practice and hinata's jumping talent, fearlessness, practice, an explosive chemical reaction resulting in the freak quick

of course luck is a factor and sometimes you can’t control external circumstances, but ultimately these things happen because of the choices they make. every single choice and decision we make daily has brought us to where we are today. both kageyama and hinata, after meeting each other, gain something essentially important to their lives (greater motivation, a best friend, someone who understands their batshit crazy love for volleyball and is just as passionate), something they were in severe need of (a friend and a partner respectively), they learn to become better versions of themselves and push each other to fly even higher. i truly think they would not be where they are now had they never became friends, hell maybe even if they never met.

but isn’t it nice to think that their meeting wasn’t coincidence, or fate- it’s an accumulation of every choice they had made leading up to that moment. “perhaps i’ve spent 17 years waiting to be needed by you. just like cherry blossoms wait for spring!” i think this quote rings true for kagehina as well.

[femmmie]

Ianthony prompt inspired bu today’s members livestream: cast and crew hitting on / flirting with an oblivious ian infront of anthony. And even being flirted with outside the office (ex. Random barista or waiter or whoever) (today’s live is stuck on my mind i’m too fond of oblivious ian not knowing he’s being hit on)

A kiss in the park - Japhan2024 - Smosh [Archive of Our Own]

This is such a lovely prompt and I feel exactly the same way!!! <3

"I know my bro! I know my bro!" Ian excitedly declares, as his points go up in the "What would Anthony Do" game.

Anthony smiles approvingly.

Of course he's giving Amanda the least points. She's his biggest rival - in the wooing Ian department, that is.

Amanda is just so... she won't leave Ian alone. Doesn't she know Anthony and Ian are already a duo? Why does Ian love her so much?!

"And Ian? Thank you for being my best friend," he says, making sure Amanda hears it.

"You did so good!" Amanda coos into Ian's ear after the shoot while heavily rubbing his arm. Ian smiles boyishly under his 'stache and answered, "You tried your best, Amanda. You should join me and Anthony sometime and we'll hang out, you'll get to know him so much better!"

Anthony doesn't like that idea at all, but he chooses to ignore it for now.

"Ian, the king of knowing Anthony!" Shayne booms. He looks mischievously at Anthony, like he always does, like he's about to prank him. Anthony hates it. Especially because Shayne and Ian are so close.

"You know me!" Anthony shoots back in his girliest voice. Shayne looks like he doesn't understands, but Amanda engages him in some talk about their gaming videos and Anthony is saved from having to talk more with him.

"You look really good today, Ian," a crewmember says. She twirls her hair at him and giggles.

"I've been a matcha girly, it's great for my skinnn" Ian jokes and the crewmember giggles even harder. A whole crowd has formed around Ian, all praising him and flirting with him.

Of course, Ian is oblivious to flirting. Anthony knows a thing or two about that.

But now, Anthony starts to feel claustrophobic, without Ian there beside him. Ian really is Anthony's anchor at Smosh hq. As long as he can casually touch him - a grazing hand, a bro-hug, a pat on the back - he's fine. But now he can't get to Ian.

"Hey big boss guy," a voice from seemingly nowhere sounds.

"Oh, hey Tommy, I didn't see you there!"

"Everyone does love Ian, don't they?" Tommy says dramatically, putting his arm around Anthony.

"I mean, w- who wouldn't love a guy like Ian?" Anthony stammers, kinda sadly. "Ian is such a fun person to be with. I wish I had him for myself..."

"I wish I had you for myself..."

"What?"

"What?"

"Uhh, so how's your music, Tommy?"

"Going great. Want to come to my place and listen sometime?"

"I am kinda busy, sorry about that!"

"Typical..." Tommy walks away. What was that even about? Anthony does feel better, getting distracted from his possessive thoughts for a while.

Ian's showing Erin videos on his phone now. She's laughing and faux-adjusting the strap of her top, making it fall down even more.

"And that's the power of empire right there," Ian says.

"That's so interesting," Erin, Chanse and Arasha say in unison.

"Let me show you another," Ian begins but Anthony finally manages to get through the crowd.

"That's enough torture you've put them through, Ian," Anthony fake-laughs.

"No, we want to learn more about North-Korea!" Chanse pouts.

"So, you'll come with ME now..." Anthony ushers Ian away to their shared office. This madness has to stop, Anthony decides. He has to take matters into his own hands!

"Everyone in the office is flirting with you, what's that about?!" Anthony demands.

"What are you talking about? We were just vibing," Ian counters.

"No, you were being assaulted with doe-eyes and hair-twirls!"

"Nah my guy, they are always like that."

"They're always like, like that... around YOU."

"Whatever man. So, what's up? Did your deal with the new merch-supplier go through?"

"Yeah, it did... Ian?" Anthony walks really close up to Ian.

"Yeah?" Ian looks up at him, and Anthony slowly removes Ian's glasses.

"You have really nice blue eyes."

"Wow, thanks Anthony! I mostly wear glasses so people aren't BLINDED by the BEAUTY" Ian starts to laugh but Anthony waves his hand through Ian's hair.

"And your hair looks on fleeeeek."

"Um, hello 2006? They want their slang back."

"And your hands are so soft, Ian," Anthony takes Ian's hands in his.

"I mean, I do use lotion."

"Ian, your, your lips... are so soft..." Anthony swallows. Is he going through with this? It's the only way to get those vultures outside out of the way.

"Why would you comment on my lips? Why does this feel like a fairy tale where I'm the wolf?"

"Ian!"

"Yes, Anthony?"

"Can't you tell? I'm flirting with you! f-l-i-r-t-i-n-g."

"Yeah right! You're just messing with me." Ian pushes Anthony aways but Anthony holds on and hugs Ian really tightly.

"No, I'm not messing with you!" He grunts.

"O- oh."

"Yeah."

Anthony doesn't want to let go. He doesn't want to see disappointment in Ian's mesmerizing eyes. He doesn't want to see Ian's beautiful Scottish brow furrowed at him.

But then, two tentative hands hug him back. Anthony breathes in Ian's cologne and closes his eyes. He wants to stay in this moment forever.

"Ian..."

No verbal response, but the hands travel all over his back.

"I love you, so, so much. I fear I love you too much sometimes. I get jealous..."

"I know, Anthony. ...I love you too."

"Oh, fuck... why do I always cry..."

Ian breaks the hug to wipe Anthony's tears.

"Anthony..."

Their faces are so close, yet to kiss in their office when all their horny colleagues are still on the prowl, doesn't seem like a good idea. They touch their foreheads in stead.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I need to go outside, I think."

"Shall I join you? We could do another walk."

"A fart walk?"

"Definitely a fart walk. I farted a moment ago because you were strangling me."

"Yeah, I can tell! Let's get out of here!"

And Anthony maneuvered them right through the sea of people who were all still eyeing Ian up and down, until they were outside under the trees of the nearby park.

"I wanted to do this ever since we got back together." Anthony stroked the side of Ian's cheek as he leaned in for the kiss.

"Same here," Ian smiled.

[ihaveautismteehee]

Random fallout 4 companion headcanons :)

Deacon would have the time of his life with those really goofy royalty free songs that YouTubers use.

I feel like he would also use SpongeBob soundtracks like this one. It would piss Danse off so much.

LIKE TOU CANR TELL ME THAT WHEN DANSE IS COMPLAINING ABOUT SOMETHING DEACON WOULDNT PLAY THIS 💀💀

Moving on!!! If you went in public with MacCready to a bar or whatever he would definitely be the type to stop all conversation to listen to other people’s drama. MAJOR EAVEDROPPER

Mac’s fave prewar plant is moss

He’s a Pearl Jam fan I SAID WHAT I SAID

I feel like overtime as he grows closer to sole he would feel bad about the caps they first paid him, even when he gave them back after his personal quest. Then he would feel bad about all the (life-saving) favors they did. So he’d try to repay that back. I feel like his love language (either pre-romance or unromanced) would be gift giving. Not monetary wise but just random trinkets he found, snacks, ammo, etc.

I think that max affinity MacCready would move in with sole, regardless if he’s romanced or not because he has literally nowhere else except for that back room in goodneighbor. They would be bunk mates and he’d call top bunk almost immediately.

Danse has very dry humor, the reason why so many people within the brotherhood think he’s so humorless is because the joke flies right over their head.

Danse would also move in after BB because again, has nowhere to go and sole wants to keep an eye on him. Not that he’d mind. Would get annoyed with MacCready eating his food though. (Let’s pretend soles house in sanctuary has like 3 bedrooms instead of two)

I hate how people choose to ignore how soft Cait gets when sole gets max affinity. She’s so sweet in her own way.

Even unromanced, Cait’s max affinity with f!sole feels borderline homosexual (I’m a fan)

Thinking about how common messed up teeth would be because finding tooth brushes and tooth paste would be too much of a hassle, not to mention there’s barely anyone who can do wisdom teeth removal, not like most people could afford it anyway

Danse is touchstarved (who isn’t in the commonwealth) but him to the extreme. Hates touching other people or being touched. Most he’ll do is shoulder pats for when someone is going though any emotional moment. That’s IT. He’d only really warm up to affection through sole. He wouldn’t initiate and he’d be tense the first few times when sole does. He has to push through the discomfort because as uncomfortable as he is, he really does enjoy affection from sole.

His reluctance to initiate touch would get worse after BB because he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. He definitely needs it though. Hug him plz. He is a cuddlebug to his core. Sole has to initiate most the time but they can tell he likes it because he leans into it. (And he doesn’t tell them to stop) But he does get a lot more jealous when sole touches someone else in front of him.

Lowkey feel like LOWKEY THOUGH that Danse would go through jealousy and possessiveness issues after BB. It would be weird because he feels like sole would do better without him and deserves someone better BUT he also doesn’t want to lose them because they’re all he has left. Clingy in a subtle way and gets super anxious when they leave on missions without him.

When did this mostly become about danse 💀

Hancock is really well read. Has read lots of classic literature like Frankenstein and Dracula. Loves Edgar Allen Poe. I think his favorite story would be Tom Sawyer. Would also LOVE Shawshank redemption.

I think if sole got close to Hancock, he would allow them and even enjoy them calling him Johnny.

Cait mentions Freud in the game, which is really funny but unexpected. She enjoys reading about science more then she lets on. Of course she’s no curie when it comes to interest in science, but I think she knows a fair bit about psychology and biology.

She also is one of those people who claim they don’t really care, but enjoys taking in the small things, like the sound of tree leaves in the wind as she sits outside, a good warm meal, a comfy bed, etc. she learned an appreciation to keep herself sane when she was younger.

I HATEEE how some fallout 4 writer’s completely destroy Cait’s character. Writing her as a drinker (after her quest) and a person without feelings. Like she’s sober of ALL things. That’s literally what the addiction-ending machine does. If you wrote her as an alcoholic BEFORE her personal quest then that rant wasn’t directed at you 😇 She also does have feelings and can be quiet sympathetic at times. She’s selfish and that can come across as cold but she’s not emotionless like come on y’all.

Anyways rant over 😇😇😇

MacCready is such a goofball I love him

Goofy ass smile

[fandsart]

i’d love to see double date or tattoo fic for stobin (from the stobin month prompts)

I asked for requests because I could not choose between them and then you sent me a choice. Fear not, I will combine. Gonna ignore that tattoos weren’t legal in Indiana until the 90s, as it seems everyone is doing that anyway

Double dates make things easier. Nobody blinks an eye at what the activity they’re doing implies when it’s being done with two girls and two boys. It already looks like a double date. If they’re all giggling—as a group—well, no one really questions it. Still, they try to go out of town for it. The people in town know them too well. Assume that Steve and Robin would be dating which is uncomfortable on its face, but even if they were willing to go the beard route, that leaves Vickie and Eddie to pretend to be a couple, and they aren’t the closest. It would be a difficult idea to sell, long term at least.

It’s fun exploring the towns over too; places they’ve never been. Just walking around and finding things to do on the date as they go. Vickie once described it as like window shopping for date samples and then making a meal from the samples. Though she used more words to describe the idea.

So they’re wandering the area, looking in at random shops when Eddie suddenly shouts, “Oh my god, I totally forgot I’ve been here before!”

“Define ‘here,’” Robin prompts.

“This town. I drove over here last year for my wyvern tattoo.”

“I think, only you could forget about a town you went to a year prior,” Vickie says.

“What reminded you?” Steve asks.

“I recognize this area. The tattoo parlor is, like, a block away.”

↞⬡+¤+⬡↠

It’s the drive back that gets them talking, because Eddie has a strict rule regarding not getting impulse tattoos after getting the one his bats now cover, but he’s always itching to get more ink. The only issue comes with committing to a design and figuring out whether he’s actually prepared for the permanency of his choices or if he’s just so desperate to make himself into a work of art that he’s willing to take any image and slap it on his skin.

“If you want something meaningful to put on your skin, why don’t you just have someone you care about pick the design?” Vickie asks. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have any regrets then. I mean, unless you have a falling out with that person, but if it’s someone you really trust it would probably have to be, like, way down the road.”

“Oooh, Stevie, wanna get matching tattoos with me?”

“I’m going to be honest, I don’t know if there’s anything that would be fitting for you to get that I would be also super comfortable having on my skin. No offense.”

“Course not, love.”

“But I could probably think up something for just you.”

“Aw, just for me?”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

“But yes?”

“Yes, Eddie, I’ll doodle you up something all for you.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind getting a tattoo,” Vickie says, directed at Robin. “Maybe a matching one would be too early for our relationship, but corresponding ones could be cool. If you’re down for it. Like if they work as a pair, but could be viewed on their own just fine? But they would be meant to represent ourselves more than each other, you know?”

“We could get our instruments done.”

“Yes!”

“We aren’t heading back now for you to get that done,” Eddie says. “You’ll have to wait.”

“Obviously. We’d need to set up what they’re going to look like anyway.”

“Eh, you’d be surprised with how little a tattoo artist can work with. I know your instruments are kind of complex, but you could at least get a pretty good simple version of them. More detail means a higher price anyway.”

“We should probably sit on the idea for a little bit anyway,” Vickie says.

↞⬡+¤+⬡↠

“Wat’cha workin’ on?” Robin asks, pulling on her uniform vest, ready to start the few shared hours of work she has with Steve after school.

“Brainstorming ideas for Eddie.”

“Oh, the tattoo! How’s it coming?”

“Not well. I feel like if I saw an idea I could tell you whether he would like it or not. I know him well enough for the yes or no of it, but coming up with an idea myself is so hard. I know how Eddie thinks, but it’s not how I think, so I’m drawing a blank. You and Vickie made these decisions look so much easier.”

“Well, maybe if you tried to look for something you have in common like Vickie and I did…”

“It’s not… Look, I’m not upset that me and Eddie are so different. I love him for it. I just wish I could do this for him. I’m glad that you and Vickie being so similar works for you, but so does my relationship the way it is.”

“Well, obviously it’s not working that well.”

“Shut up, we aren’t going to break up over my uncreativity. Eddie’s just usually the creative one in the relationship. I mean, the reason he asked me to do this is because he’s literally so creative he won’t think his choices through.”

“At least he’s self aware enough to recognize that in himself.”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe instead of brainstorming for just Eddie you should do some practice brainstorming first.”

“‘Practice brainstorming?’”

“Like a warm up. Like, you know how professional artists will, like, warm up by drawing a bunch of circles on a page before working on their actual pieces.”

“... No?”

“Ok well they do. Basically what I’m saying is that if your issue is that you don’t think the way Eddie does, then you could at least get into the mindset of thinking about what makes a good tattoo first. You think more similarly to me than you do Eddie, so if you were picking out a tattoo for me, what would you pick?”

“Well obviously a trumpet is an easy go-to. Oh!” He snaps his fingers. “One thing you could do is get the word for robin—like the bird—down in every language that you know. And then you could add one whenever you learn a new language.”

Robin hums. “I might use that, but no time soon. I’ll have to think on it. Any other ideas?”

Steve snorts. “Ice cream.”

“That doesn’t even work out of context. The only way that could work, like, as something that represents me, is if you get a matching one.”

Steve shrugs. “I mean, yeah, the only way I’d even get an ice cream tattoo would be if you were getting a matching one.”

“Where would you get it?”

“I don’t know. The Scoops uniform had, like, a patch on the shoulder. I’d probably do that.”

“Well if that’s the metric we’re using, my uniform had it on the vest. That puts it on my…”

“Your boobie.”

She elbows him lightly. “Gross.”

“Oh, whatever! It’s part of your body Robin. How can you not bring yourself to name a part of your own body?”

“It’s gross that you’re the one saying it.”

“But you also don’t say it!”

“I’m also not getting a tattoo there.”

“Then just also get it on your shoulder! You don’t have to follow the logic.”

↞⬡+¤+⬡↠

A couple weeks later sees Robin getting two tattoos. A trumpet on her left forearm, the same place Vickie got her clarinet, and an ice cream on her right shoulder in the same place as Steve’s. And Eddie is absolutely obsessed with his new tattoo of an african death-head moth. He named it Andrew. Steve may have recruited Dustin for help on getting past “moth.”

Despite being their most physically painful double date, it’s probably one of their most fun ones. Having some kind of goal and actually getting something—an actual physical thing—out of it makes it feel like they’ve achieved something. Maybe they should start structuring their dates a little bit more, even if it’ll be a little more tricky to keep their relationships on the down low.

It’s not longer “stobin month” but I will continue taking requests from the prompt list by @lesbianancyy because I wanted to take more in the first place, but I got these out late, because I’ve been super busy

[gurokichi]

OH GOD BON I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW I PROMISE!!

Sorry I got excited it's just, I haven't talk about KNY for a loong time with someone else (besides one of my friends but, we don't talk as much as we used to, because we aren't going to the same school anymore), so I got really excited when you said you wanted to watch it!!

And answering your question, I have a singular way to pick my favorite character, I always pick my favorite character based specifically in categories, like my favorite hashira, my favorite uppermoon, etc.

But, of all my favorite characters in KNY I could in only one special favorite, Shinobu Kocho The Insect Hashira, she is my favorite favorite!! :D

Btw I know the first season can be a bit... Boring, but I promise that it only grows more interesting as the episodes go on!! (KNY has 4 seasons btw, 5 with the announcement of season 5).

W-wait, did I read it well?, you really want to wait for me? Wait for me to send you an ask?, and even so, you're really mean it?, Bon, if you continue to do that you could make cry you know?.

I just, I just wasn't expected you to say that, I don't see myself such as an interesting person, and even I see myself as annoying or childish (because of some...comments that people say about me at school), so, I don't know exactly why you seem to want to learn more about me, but, I'm not going to complain much about it, if this is what you want, then I let you to continue.

I just noticed that in my country it's late already, but this isn't going to stop me to send an ask!

Oh right!, I almost forget it! (I'm literally writing this because the second I was about to send the ask I remembered it, I have a shitty memory sorry xd), I wanted to ask you something, something that may or not be a bit... Weird?.

So, the thing I wanted to ask you is, can i... Like all of your posts? Emm let me explain better, the thing I want to do is like ALL of your posts, by this I mean that I want to like from the first to the last post, why?, well, I like to do that to blog that I like too much, and your blog is one of them so, I wanted to do that, but!, with your consent of course! (the consent is very important to me, I don't to make uncomfortable Bon), so I want to know your opinion about that (if you don't like this then just tell me and I would just like some random post of your blog, but not all of them).

So (NOW, stupid dory's like memory >:C) that's would all for now, I'll wait for your answer too!, bye Bon! :D

- Unnamed anon :p

AWE, this ask was so cute. Love you too!! <3

No need 2 apologize for getting excited! Once I get around to watching it, I wouldn’t mind talking about it with you. I don’t mind right now, either, but I might not be too good of a conversation partner if I haven’t engaged with the media myself. You can talk about whatever you’d like with me!

Ooh, I see. That’s smart! It can be hard to choose a favorite character when there’s so many to pick from. Might steal that category idea of yours, ahah. Shinobu is very pretty!! I’ve seen her online quite a bit… I’m guessing that she’s popular? I like her character design. I’ll keep what you said in mind as I watch, but I don’t think I’ll drop it at the first season, even if I find it a bit boring. I remember being interested in it when I watched a couple episodes a few years back, so I don’t think I’ll feel any differently now.

You did! Of course I’d wait for you. Those better be happy tears only if you do cry, though! Don’t put yourself down like that, okay? I find you very interesting, and I’d love to get to talk with you more! Ignore anyone who calls you stuff like annoying or childish; they’re just judgmental assholes who don’t know how to mind their own business. You’re taking the time to get to know me, so it’d be rude of me to not give you the same effort back. I find you really sweet, and I love reading through your asks!

Ehehe, you totally can like all my posts if that’s what you want to do! I’m flattered you like my blog that much that you’d want to do that. There’s not much that’d weird me out, trust me. Don’t be afraid to interact how you’d like to on my blog!

Bye bye!! Thank you for being patient and waiting. I was very busy yesterday, so I was only able to get to your ask now. All my free time seems to just get taken up on weekends… bleh.

[alyjojo]

Next Major Life Change 🏃🏻‍♀️ - April 2024 - Virgo

Meditation: Random garbled messages, nothing in particular, but you were confident in saying these things, and when others would respond, you’d shrug your shoulders and say “I’m just saying.” 18+ reading, if you’re not 18+ gtfo for this one please.

What It Is: Mystic Healer 🏥, First Light 🌅 (bottom), Perfectionism, 8 Swords, Queen of Wands, 2 Swords, The Hanged Man

“Healing energy flows through you.”

“Beginning a new cycle.”

Be content to know perfection as a distant utopian goal to which we journey but never arrive.”

Your message is kinda cracking me up, very straight and to the point. Your next major life change is your HOE PHASE 😂 It’s time. You’ve kept yourself trapped behind a bunch of rules, standards, beliefs, lists, whatever else you pick and choose from, and Spirit is saying enough is enough. Quit waiting for someone that checks all 500 boxes and allow yourself to have fun with someone you have no intention of actually being with that long, yanno? Date. Have fun. It can be nothing, it was fun for a bit. Your inner hoe is trapped with 8 Swords, it’s definitely in there but it’s like you feel that it can’t escape, you’re the one keeping yourself locked up. Why tho? Even if you’re not single, what partner would complain by you looking hot and wanting to be more passionate?

Now for some there may be an issue with insecurity, about your looks superficially. You need to see things from a different perspective. What celebrities exist that you find attractive that maybe aren’t conventionally “attractive” and still you find them to be the cat’s meow? 😻 We all have one. You’re coming up as Queen of Wands so Spirit is flat out calling you very attractive - but the example is more like of course you’re not *everyone’s* cup of tea, how many people have you been ick about, that maybe ARE attractive? It’s energy 💯 You don’t seem to notice how appealing you are to others, or you feel this way inside and just cover it up. Like a nun. That’s hot I’m sorry, please let it out 😆 It’s possible for someone that there is a particular person you’re really into and intimidated by, because *they’re* very attractive, confident, passionate, and they scare you - or approaching them does. You could feel ignored, maybe you are ignored, maybe you’ve never even talked to them. So talk! Queen of Wands loves to be social, she’s usually pretty easy to talk to, eager even, because she loves the attention too. Compliment her and make her day (whichever gender w/e).

Why It’s Happening: The Tower, Ace of Cups, 5 Pentacles rev, Growth

“Feel open, willing, and proud of your desire to explore new opportunities for self-development.”

Either the last time you tried, it failed miserably and it’s taken forever to pick yourself back up from a perceived “failure” - which I don’t see. Growth is here, lessons learned, time has passed, you’re not the same person as whoever went through this rough time anyway, because you went through rejection. You fear that, but at the same time, it’s the worst that could happen. And you move on 🤷🏻‍♀️ Rejection is redirection, you don’t know what Spirit is saving you from - look at it that way. If you like someone, they could’ve entered a room one day and birds started singing, love at first sight energy coming through with The Tower & Ace of Cups. Was there a wind machine or are you imagining it? It’s probably lust but THAT’S OK - you’re human, congratulations. You want to feel swept away with passion, and I see that be possible for you, but you kinda have to open the door or even make a move - this person could be oblivious with 2 Swords. Especially if you go from never talking to always around. Something about this person makes you feel alive again, and heals something in you, which is the point.

If not a person, you could start working on your physical fitness, health, hair, makeup, a handlebar mustache idk what men do, get some joggers 😁, and open yourself up to positive attention from others. It will heal you to be flirted with, looked at, whatever the thing. Get yourself out of the house and among the people - feeling your best, whatever that is.

Advice: The Devil, 8 Wands, Knight of Wands rev with Dolphins 🐬, Affair (Venus Leo), Protection rev (Moon Aries), The High Priestess rev with Fish 🐠 rev and The Chariot

Oh man ok so, I don’t normally give this advice and wouldn’t except to very close friends, so use your discernment here. You need to have some hot & dirty nights with someone - that’s what I’m seeing 🥳. Messy, passionate, obsessive, chained to your soul, gonna fkn devour you - kind of nights. IF that’s something you’re wanting. Could just be talking about p0rn here and needing to get obsessive with that. Or take part in it even, idk. Explore yourself in new ways yanno. Your call. #justdoit so long as you feel into someone, attracted to them, they’re not a psychopath, I don’t see anything worrying it’s just the mom in me you know. There is something here about not wearing protection and that being reckless - don’t do that. Stock up 💯 If not that, this is saying let your guard down a little for people to show you something you wouldn’t let in otherwise. Maybe a reformed player is your future person. Maybe you’ll date around for awhile and realize you prefer this more than some committed long term thing. The High Priestess rev with The Chariot shows to be crystal clear with your plans. Don’t trick people, be honest. Fish rev, you’re not looking for a soulmate, you’re looking for a good time - not a long time. If that changes down the road…you’ll see, but for now it’s about fun. Or at least keep your expectations at that level and let Spirit surprise you if that’s their intention. The goal is to get in touch with a fiery, fun, and passionate person (you) that’s been caged up for too long, and it could’ve been you doing it to yourself! If it’s someone else you’re after, go get them! You could meet someone that checks all 500 boxes and still be bored or not even into them, just keep that in mind. Take healthy risks & feel good about it, that is what life is for ❤️ If going to the gym is your goal, be open about your journey, obsessive even, cutting out things that aren’t healthy for you anymore and enjoy this healing journey - which seems more literal than spiritual in your case. Spiritual too, quietly. As you build your confidence, you heal any past insecurities or abandonment issues, feelings of lack or wanting, there are lots of appealing fish, you don’t even have to be stuck with one, play the field. Someone here could meet someone they’re really into at the gym. If already coupled up, then you’re bringing the heat, or need to, bring some spice back into this connection 🌶️

[underthebrightmooninterests]

TXT yeonbin fic: Yeonjun’s confession

TXT YEONJUN & SOOBIN FIC: LOVE UNDER THE LIGHTS

Like you? I love you! (fluff, confession)(2000+ words)

summary: Yeonjun has a realization and handles it in all the wrong ways. 

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“Yeonjun-ah can we talk for a moment?”

Yeonjun gets up from the practice room floor and quickly greets the manager that just walked in. He grabs a bottle of water as he answers:

“Yeah, sure.”

Yeonjun follows the manager to the corner of the room where there are a few chairs situated. They both sit down and Yeonjun takes a swig of water before looking at the older man sitting in front of him. He’s quite close to most of his staff and he can tell immediately that his manager is nervous about something.

“So, how is practice going?”

They finished their promotions for can’t you see me not too long ago and he was just practicing some random songs to improve the fluidity in his dance moves. That being said, he wasn’t really doing anything too important so he realises quite quickly that his manager is just trying to avoid the question he really wants to ask.

“Hyung-nim, just ask what you wanted to ask.”

His manager lets out an awkward chuckle and rubs his neck before taking a deep breath and grabbing Yeonjun’s hands.

“Yeonjun-ah, I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me on this.”

Yeonjun’s starting to get a little nervous but nods none the less.

“I promise I won’t tell anyone or get angry at you.”

“Come on hyung, just ask me already! I want to get back to practice.”

“Fine.” He takes a deep breath before looking Yeonjun in the eyes and saying:

“Is it possible that you have a crush on Soobin?”

Death. Yeonjun felt like dying. This was it, his career was over. He thought he’d been careful and had successfully kept his feelings under wraps without acting distant from Soobin but clearly that wasn’t the case. He hadn’t even told a single soul, how did this-

“Yeonjun, I’m not going to be angry if you do. You’re allowed to like someone.”

Yeonjun scoffs.

“Yeah but ideally that person isn’t a member of my group!”

The manager grimaces:

“Well, yeah.”

They sit in silence for a moment until his manager speaks up again.

“So, are you planning on telling him?”

Yeonjun’s facial expression would’ve been straight up comical in any other situation because his eyes go wide and his jaw nearly drops to the floor.

“Are you insane? Of course not! How could I?”

His manager chuckles slightly as he holds his hands up defeat.

“Ok, I was just checking. I don’t really recommend it but I wanted to give you the chance to choose.”

Yeonjun sighs: “I like him, a lot. More every day in fact. But we both worked so hard to get here and I’m not going to be the one to ruin it. I just can’t.”

Yeonjun’s gaze has fallen to his lap and he startles slightly when he suddenly feels a hand on his shoulder. He quickly looks up from his shaking hands to his manager.

“Well if that’s what you want I’ll help you. I hope I don’t need to explain to you that this is something that needs to stay hidden?”

Yeonjun nods, a shaky breath exiting his mouth as his manager talks.

“I’ll help you cover this up, if you ever need any help on this just ask me. Honestly, if it wasn’t for your mother telling me that you were worried about a crush on someone I never would’ve realised.”

“Ah, why did my mother tell you that…”

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure no one ever finds out.”

Yeonjun ignores the sting in his heart and stops his mind from wandering. Stops it from wandering and thinking about how this would’ve gone if they weren’t idols. What if he’d realised his feelings back when they were trainees? Would they still have debuted together? Did Yeonjun even like Soobin back then?

It’s no use to wonder. Because now that his manager knows and he’s told him, it’s official.

He likes Soobin.

And no one is ever going to find out about it.

Not just fans but also, and especially, Soobin himself will never know.

 ---years later---

 Damn, he knew the recording of the Thursday’s child album was going to be more difficult but it took even longer than he expected.

Yeonjun enters the dorm with only his bed on his mind. On his way home he stopped to grab a bite to eat so nothing seems better now than to take a nice nap with his full stomach.

He quickly pops his head into the living room to see the maknae line and Beomgyu watching a movie. He quickly announces that he’s home and going to take a nap and is met with minimal answers. A hum from Hueningkai, silence from Beomgyu and a mumbled “Soobin hyung is in his room” from Taehyun. Yeonjun chuckles before leaving the trio be and going to his room. Maybe he should check up on Soobin before he goes to sleep. They didn’t really see each other today due to the recording but he remembered hearing Soobin say yesterday that he was kind of struggling with some of his parts. Maybe Yeonjun could help him?

He's only going to help him of course. Absolutely no other reason.

His crush on Soobin had been going about as well as one could hope. It didn’t fade away after a while like Yeonjun had initially hoped it would but no one had found out. This was partially his manager’s doing. Behind the scenes his friendship with Soobin had continued like before but along with his manager he had made sure to not appear to close to Soobin on camera. There were days where being around Soobin felt suffocating. Desperately trying to hide his crush without coming of as cold, was much more difficult than he expected. It was like he had to hold his breath during every one of his interactions with Soobin, especially on camera. Overly aware of eagle eyed fans picking up on what was happening made him paranoid.

Where he used to be basically glued to Soobin during live streams he now made sure to have at least one other member in between them. He reminded himself not to stare or touch him too much during interviews and stopped posting as many pictures of the two of them online.

Had fans picked up on it? Yes, but it hadn’t gotten to the extent that fans thought they were feuding or anything. Moa knew they loved each other, even if they weren’t completely aware of the extent of Yeonjun’s love…

He knocks on Soobin’s door a few times before entering, he’s greeted with blowing noises courtesy of little Odi in his cage in the corner and finds Soobin on his bed with headphones on. His back is turned towards the door and Yeonjun sneaks up to him, a perfect opportunity to scare the boy presented itself and he really couldn’t help himself.

His plan gets ever so slightly derailed when he peers over Soobin’s shoulder and sees what Soobin is watching.

#Yeonbin

His breath gets caught in his throat and without thinking he hits Soobin on the shoulder.

“What in the world are you watching?!”

Soobin lets out a yelp and clutches his chest as he rises from his lying position on his bed.

“Goodness hyung you scared me!”

He gives the younger a moment to collect himself before he repeats his statement. Soobin merely looks up at him confused.

“I’m watching edits that fans made. Oh, have you seen this one?”

Soobin pulls out his phone and starts tapping away on it, looking for a specific video. Meanwhile Yeonjun is left speechless and a little confused as to what to do now. It’s true that ship videos have always been a thing but seeing Soobin purposefully select one made him panic. He wants to ask Soobin if he isn’t uncomfortable with it but Soobin shoves his phone in Yeonjun’s face before he can say anything. Yeonjun is forced to watch a compilation of him staring at Soobin. He isn’t sure what kind of reaction Soobin is looking for but when the video’s over Soobin merely retracts his arm and says: “Fascinating isn’t it?”

Fascinating? What do you mean fascinating? Yeonjun can feel the blush creep up his cheeks as he watches Soobin replay the video.

“Why are you watching things like that? It’s embarrassing.” Yeonjun whines, adding the last part in a mumble.

“Why would it be embarrassing?” Soobin says finally looking up from his phone. Yeonjun’s heart swells as Soobin’s eyes stare into his. Damn, his eyes are doing that sparkling thing again.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Yeonjun says slightly more aggressive than intended. Soobin looks surprised at the sudden switch in tone and gets up from his bed.

“Like what?”

“With that face! That face as if I’m the most important thing in the world to you. Stop fuelling my delusions please it’s difficult enough as it is.”

The crease in between Soobin’s eyebrows deepens in confusion and panic fills Yeonjun’s system at what he just said. “Delusions? Hyung what do you mean?”

“Never mind, just forget it. I’ll get over it, just give me some more time.”

“Get over it? What do you mean-“ Soobin stills and Yeonjun even thinks that the younger stopped breathing.

Oh no, he knows.

It’s over.

He definitely knows.

“Hyung.”

Shit.

“Do you…l-like me?”

Shit.

“Listen Soobin, don’t overthink it. I know this’ll negatively affect the group but I’m working on getting this under control. I mean, I have been for a while but I promise that I can-“

Yeonjun is interrupted by Soobin wrapping his arms around him. A hug, Soobin has his arms wrapped around him in a hug. Yeonjun’s brain short circuits, what about this situation is a hugging matter?

“Soobin-ah…” Yeonjun says carefully. His arms are hovering over the younger’s back. His mind is going wild with potential reasons for this hug and depending on what it is he might not want to return it.

In a smaller voice than Yeonjun has ever heard Soobin speak, he says:

“Yeonjun-hyung… You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about this moment.”

A breath, no a weight, a weight falls off Yeonjun’s shoulders as he finally allows himself to wrap his arms around the taller man. He nuzzles his face into his neck, inhales his scent and allows himself for the first time in years to completely relax in Soobin’s arms.

“Soobin, do you… do you l-like-“

“Yes hyung, for longer than you could ever imagine.”

Soobin pulls back from the hug slightly and Yeonjun has to stop an embarrassing whine from escaping his mouth at the loss of contact.

“Hyung, do you like me?”

Yeonjun can’t help but laugh at the fact that Soobin feels the need to clarify that in this situation and presses the palms of his hands to the youngers cheeks.

“Like you? Soobin, I love you.”

If the maknae line and Beomgyu were outside of Soobin’s door listening to the entire exchange, they keep their mouths quiet about it.

Well, they keep quiet until breakfast the next morning when Kai bursts out laughing at Yeonjun and Soobin’s awkward greeting in the kitchen.

Two members of the same group dating is difficult and as soon as the shock wore off, the both of them had to sit down with the other members and talk about whether this was a path they were willing to take.

But Yeonjun knows better than anyone that feelings once realised, don’t go away easily. And Soobin, the boy who’d been in love since he’d first laid eyes on Yeonjun when they were trainees, agreed that now he knew he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

It was going to be a fight, but a fight they were going to tackle together.

The end

[dqrkdreams]

why are trans men always so… like this towards cis women. it’s like they still think like a woman and are still searching for that victimhood they feel like they lost (they haven’t) and can’t cope with them now choosing to be on the opposite side and having to see men get shit on, because it now includes them. you would think they’d be more empathetic and normal but no. once they flip genders all of a sudden they’re the biggest attackers of (cis) women and feminism.

and it so obviously stems from insecurity and a lack of emotional capability to handle being told your group is oppressive. and it’s so much worse because you weren’t even raised like that. society has never pushed or told you to be like that so you have no excuse for the fact that you as a (99% of the time) white (jewish or not) woman are using gay, black, disabled, etc, men as now an ideological shield against women complaining about their oppression. like a stage 5 anti feminist. it’s weird. and i’m saying this as a black woman.

you’re fucking weird. mexican, arab etc. all aren’t generally affected socially or systemically by weight gain enough for you to generalize them as such you idiot. they can still be fat and desirable. they still are wanted. they are not treated bad for being fat you lying revisionist fuck. you sound like an incel. no woman isn’t being friends with, isn’t dating, isn’t treating with humanity a man because he’s too skinny or too fat. that isn’t based in reality. (the only time men have insinuated bad treatment based on their weights/looks happening is when it comes to dating but women always say no. it’s other things. and you happen to be fat. because fat dudes who are kind, left leaning, ambitious, emotionally intelligent, financially stable, etc. are attractive to them. which is another sinister thing. trans men will take every liberal buzz word they’ve heard and apply it to male issues even when not true. but men, having lived their entire lives as men will apply their logic correctly and in the places they really mean it to be. cis men never talk about the downsides of being a fat guy unless when it comes to dating. which can be argued to be true (not because they’re fat though) but trans men will just start spewing out random nonsensical shit which makes sense in theory but has NO standing in real life. and they do it with such confidence you know this is a person who’s never actually been a man.) fat men still are seen for other characteristics beyond their weight. by their friends, family, strangers etc.

of course they get insecure like anyone else and it sucks but you’re insane to think doctors ignore or don’t give them correct diagnoses because of their weight. that’s not fact! or real?! men don’t even go to the doctor often of their own volition. which is a topic needed to be discussed when the topic of men not being treated by healthcare well comes into play, their own toxic masculinity of them being invincible pushes them away from the doctors office or taking their health seriously. this is searchable fact.

and honestly which one is worse? being a cis woman and your unchangeable sex rather than your changeable weight being why you’re not correctly diagnosed, why there’s no research done on diseases that affect only you, why the procedures meant for only you are so barbaric and torturous (pap smears, etc). please.

trans men stop becoming fucking insufferable when you turn into men because you can’t handle being talked about as a man. STOP. get your mangina together and deal with it like you deal with every other privelege you have. don’t cape for and deny the privelege of every other man because you can’t cope. that’s fucking weird and GROSS.

it’s insane because on some occasions cis men deal with feminism better than trans men i’ve seen because at some point they know it’s true. it directly talks about them and they’ve even boasted about what we decry as male privilege all the time. trans men are so much more shifty and obsessed with not seeing male privilege as even real and i get it, if you believed it existed, you’d become dysphoric as fuck because you have none! have never had any! you can’t relate or apologize for anything because you’ve never experienced it! and you’re are completely forgotten about when people discuss men in a political lens. but that’s not our problem. deal with your shit and stop turning into a anti feminist loser under the guise of your own dysphoric and emotional turmoil for a life you chose. damn. men can handle getting told off, and we don’t have to ask the 0.3% of men how they feel about it to do so.

- an angry black woman

idk if cis women are aware of this but u can actually talk abt how difficult it is to be a woman living under patriarchy without wildly misrepresenting the experiences of men living under the patriarchy. i’m watching a comedy special where a thin white woman just said that men aren’t affected by weight gain and i would like to know on what planet being a man protects you from the disgusting and deadly culture of fatphobia we’ve cultivated. i would like to know on what fucking planet a thin white woman is more affected by gaining an inch around her waist than a fat man having to deal with being dismissed by doctors, passed over for jobs, and treated horrendously by fellow human beings. like. trust me, i lived as a woman for almost three decades and still am seen as a woman, i understand the urge to vent about the patriarchy. but you can so easily do that without completely ignoring intersectionality or speaking on experiences you don’t understand or quite frankly don’t care about.

[adeyemiis]

! * , (ayo edebiri, 30, female, she/they) ! * , hey, did you see UZOCHI ADEYEMI unloading their boxes from the moving truck? i heard they are 30 YEARS OLD and work as a PODCASTER. they totally remind me of BIG FEELINGS by WILLOW, TANGLED HEADPHONE CORDS and STICKERS ALL OVER SKETCHBOOKS. they’ll probably hang out at 1924 BAKERY the most if you were looking for them.

basics

full name: uzochi adeyemi nicknames: chi or chi-chi. will most likely tell you to refer to her as chi anyways. gender: cis female pronouns: she/they sexuality: demisexual age: 30 years old date of birth: july 21st, 1994 zodiac: cancer place of birth: abuja, nigeria occupation: host of the podcast “unplugged”, meant for conversations on topics that need to be had without a filter. also, side thing as a caterer.

appearance

faceclaim: ayo edebiri height: 5’4 (“i better shut my 5’4 mouth? actually i’m 5’5.”) tattoos: small cross on her back. somedays, chi has an impulse to get a bunch of small ones on her arms, but never goes through with it. she’s kind of hesitating on it. piercings: lobes and orbital conch are pierced. clothing style: big fan of streetwear. constantly in colorful clothing, shorts, messy converse, and chunky jewelry—some days, she’s definitely more of a comfort over style kind of girl. ignore her when she comes out with a hoodie, basketball shorts, and slides with goofy kind of socks.

persona

pos. traits: resourceful, loyal, optimistic neg. traits: messy, (god don’t look at her desk.) stubborn, impulsive likes: spicy dishes, converse or just sneakers in general, trying out multiple styles in regards to her hair, and stickers dislikes: being told what to do (an overexcessive amount), resellers, that random moment where something soft turns crunchy, and smokers who can’t respect the space they’re in

hobbies:

cooking/baking

street art, but considering she doesn’t know where to consider her canvas right now, she’s been just keeping her ideas in a sketchbook.

playing old arcade games. attempting to get a better look on emulating so she can just play them from her laptop rather than having to go on a journey to find a place to play pac-man or something.

habits

peeling on hangnails

randomly stretching or walking in circles rather than standing still

fiddling with rings or bracelets

staring at shoes, and when she does, she clicks them together.

backstory

tw death

born in abuja, nigeria, chi has been the one to call out injustices since babbles turned into actual words. of course, she wasn’t protesting while she was still in the middle of potty training, because back then her version of injustices were kids not getting enough for snack time or recess—but the idea is still there. around the 2000s, though, when nap time was scrapped for homework sheets, it’s becoming a little more difficult to ignore the political conflict where she lives.

it hits full stretch when she enters high school. debate clubs, choosing her projects on certain incidents—she’s always trying to decipher “why does this happen?” “how does this happen?”, because she knows there’ll always be a place to improve, make her home feel more comfortable and safe. to but it bluntly, she’s slowly getting sick of uncomfortable dinner talks because another person or group of people died. so, rather than staying home for college, though, in order to have these conversations and works in different parts of the world with different people, because nigeria, to her, is going to feel like an echo chamber if she only talks to people at home about what’s going on—she takes her acceptance from nyu and moves to new york. her parents move to nyc in order to support her in close distance during her junior year.

six years after graduating with a degree in media, culture, and communication, chi’s father is found dead in a random location on an even more random day. there isn’t a full investigation, and it’s closed before anything even fully happens. rather than biting her tongue, chi starts “unplugged”, a podcast meant to critique how cases are treated, the actions of politicians—it’s called unplugged because she stops putting on the picture perfect persona on the mic, and just says what’s on her mind. it gets through enough episodes—her own little side hustle.

new york starts feeling a little too overwhelming for her own good though. she’s happy to have her mother here to help when her eyes feel all puffy, but rent starts getting too high, trains get too cramped, and every time she’s upset, the idea of her father uncomfortably lingers in her head. so, at the height of unplugged’s 50th episode, she decides to move again. she just needs the fresh breath of air before she (maybe) comes back to ny.

tidbits

does a catering business on the side. it’s awkward though, because how do you cook something for people knowing just last night you’ve given same said people a topic to debate about at the table while they eat your food? everyday she fights the urge to start going on air with an edited voice. she feels as if she’d fuck up and immediately got found out though. her love language is acts of service or giving gifts, so don’t be surprised if she gives you the catering leftovers, or makes dishes for you with the remaining ingredients.

has a corgi named “coco”. wayyy too chaotic for his own good, and has accidentally broken chi’s entire recording table once. (tripped over a cord. you get the idea. chi screamed in her pillow for almost 10 minutes that night.)

constantly has bandaids on her knees. she likes biking, but the problem is that she’s constantly crashing into things, so—you get the idea.

major tyler, the creator fan. talk to her about your favorite albums. thanks.

wants to get into rollerskating. would really be keen on rollerskating on random paths instead of doing walks.

[meisun657]

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Poking the Wolf | Kori | Trial 5.2 | RE: Kenshin, END, Akito, Hosts | ATTN: Hosts (especially An)

As Kenshin answers END’s previous question, she just nods to confirm it’s the same for her. Though the response they receive from the sisters is more frustrating than ever, especially the claim that this isn’t rigged at all. Even worse, Kori finds herself believing that, at least partially. They have the choice of voting for someone other than the man she still believes is being framed, or just not voting at all.

“We’re free to vote however we want, and they need to abide by their own rules, so I doubt they’ll be tampering with our votes, and we learned from the last trial that their randomization for who dies if we get it wrong isn’t fair at all, they just choose whoever the hell they want to kill instead of making it truly random. So, with the way Calluna phrased it, I guess it isn’t rigged.” She sighs, looking at the sisters with a tired expression. “Your answers are all pretty carefully worded, it doesn’t seem like you’re outright lying about anything, just framing the truth in a very specific way, manipulating it to fit with your narrative.”

Ugh, her head is starting to hurt from how stressed she is, and it’s END’s argument to Kenshin that brings her to a pause. She was thinking it already, from the moment that the idea of this trial being nothing more than a ploy to get one more death was brought up, that all of this shit could have been avoided if Kori just fucking died like she was supposed to, so she can’t hide the wince at hearing that someone else was thinking the exact same. She would have been perfect for this project, so if they had her, they could have gotten rid of the unusable AIs and everyone alive could just go home without a problem. She doesn’t want to die, she wants to be grateful for the mercy that’s been given to her, but it keeps getting harder to do so. After all, if things go how the sisters want, then that'd make two people dead because of her, and everyone else knows it, she's sure.

Shaking her head, her focus falls on Akito, a slight glare directed at him as the sisters call out his lies.

"I'm hoping this is the actual fucking truth this time, for your sake more than mine. It's been made clear that if you keep lying it's just going to be used against you, you've already pissed off several people here and made yourself incredibly suspicious even before this trial, so the more you lie, the easier it is for the sisters to make us doubt you and turn everyone against you to shift the trial in their favor. You admitted to being more than willing to lie to protect yourself, and damn, I of all people really can’t judge you for it, but you need to realize that right now, lying is just gonna fuck you over even more. And on a more selfish level, I want to trust you, I want to keep thinking of you as a friend. I fucking cried in your arms, the only other person I could say that about before the hell that was the last trial would be Kenshin, if even this is a lie then I won't be able to forgive you. I doubt any of us will, at this point."

“I wasn’t planning on voting anyway, not because I think we should, but because… I don’t think there’s much else we can do with the way things are right now.”

With that out of the way, her glare deepens as she looks past Akito.

“You keep saying shit like ‘Erisu Kabasawa’s vitals were no longer detectable to us’ instead of just saying that she’s dead, and that ‘there is a correct answer to who we need to vote for’ instead of saying there is an actual culprit who killed Kabasawa-san. You’re not being direct with us unless we happen to make a mistake, in which An immediately jumps in to berate us for being so stupid about this case while completely ignoring whatever other question we asked them in the same breath. You’re not being direct for reasons other than not wanting to solve this case for us, if this were any other trial you’d be like ‘of fucking course the victim is dead, why else would there be a trial at all’, so why not give us an answer like that?”

“You’ll imply to us time and time that she’s dead, but never say it outright. Just give a clear yes or no answer, is Kabasawa-san dead?”

As that question is asked, her glare fades, her expression going back to that of a tired gaze as she sighs.

“Cause if she really is, then… I guess I’m a hell of a lot more gullible than I thought I was. I really did believe that you two actually cared about Az-8, afterall. Or at least An did. We’ve already determined time and time again that Akito and Kabasawa-san are the only ones who could possibly be them, so if Kabasawa-san is dead, and we’re really supposed to believe Akito’s the one who did it, then either you failed miserably at protecting your sister, or you’re trying desperately to get your brother executed, and you don’t care in the slightest about either. Y’know An, I really bought it when you said you would do anything to protect all of your siblings, but this…

Her brows are furrowed in what looks like a pained expression, as if it hurts to have to admit this, though her eyes betray no emotion.

“This just proves you two only care about yourselves, Az-8 was or is just as expendable as the rest of us to you, aren’t they? You really have no problem with letting them get killed so long as it benefits you… I knew you were cruel, but god, I really let myself get tricked into believing that it was different when it came to your siblings.”