#omg it might be innate

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I hate crustaceans because secretly I wish I were as cool as crustaceans

This Friday's meme is: the perfect being

[malinaa]

CATCHING FIRE, CHAPTER 23

[unproduciblesmackdown]

ppl will be explaining how a difference is a difference & not a Deviation from a Superior state, & people who are the ones considered Default Normal (superior) will be like "okay....to be polite....i Might say i consider Some aspects of Some people's existence mere 'difference' & not being less than me...." as like hey i'm a Benevolent god. i still actually get to consider you worse & don't have to "humor" anything that challenges my superiority. if you only want everything to fit into the norm then it will all come back to upholding the norm. thinking of people's analysis of their own realities as equally legimate as being like Obscure, Irrelevant, Superficial & then using that reasoning to justify dismissing them. same as worrying that the [Different Lessers (Others(tm))] as Everywhere = a manifestation of the awareness that, yeah, respecting them as equals Does threaten your norm which is smothering everything everywhere. ppl who need to lock in the idea of Borders around personhood like um Yes they're all delineated separate Identities outside any hierarchy & so i think it's relevant to for some reason push back against "ohh so now Everyone's queer" like why not. why couldn't they be. what if they were. what if queerness was everywhere b/c it's ideological not a cordoned off Alternative Identity that is accommodated by focusing on Love(tm) as the new border around whose existence we might begrudgingly accept at arm's length (i.e. being otherwise "normal"! just imagine swapping out the binary gender (or, deep breath, presumed Private Parts) of one partner in an exclusive romantic lifelong nuclear family marriage, & that is Gay / Trans Rights. still gross but maybe we can do it, as long as they don't talk about it or shove it in our faces or even exist for more than one encounter w/us in our lives b/c what are the odds). evergreen laughing at someone suggesting ableist logic might be embedded in language of past & present b/c it's just So little to ask for that it's irrelevant but it's also So much to ask for that of course i'm not gonna do anything more than pass it along like "this is why i don't take ableism seriously" like yeah it's the disabled randos like it's the individual cringe teens(tm) ruining [the cishets would take Gender seriously otherwise!!!] & that's why you won't think about it or do anything about it & continue being comfortable with the norm & resent that actually their Difference is Less & disability is something worse that ppl "excuse" & all these ways that people are & all these things that they do are funny & weird & inexplicable & etc & one can't possibly be cruising along perpetuating a hierarchy with a sense that you're reasonable, well meaning, kind, etc etc & thus Justified, systemic oppression definitely wants to maximize how uncomfortable & arduous it feels to everyone rather than push to make it more streamlined & rewarding to embrace, or at least accept, whatever superiority over others you're afforded

[crescenthistory]

omg congratsss on 2k!!! could i request prompt 31 from the dialogue list with remus? i’m just thinking about oblivious rem… like she’d be flirting with him in EVERY possible opportunity and he’s just like oh she’s the sweetest to me we have such a nice friendship😭

thank you so much for participating, lovely! unfortunately i evidently don't know what a drabble is, so i hope you enjoy this one-shot lol<33

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i will ARGUE for prompt 31 "give me a kiss, you beautiful idiot" with remus lupin

carina's 2k celebration

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cw: gn!reader, oblivious!remus, uk university au, background prongsfoot, disabled!remus, remus is taller than you because he is taller than everyone, physical affection, remus pov, did i make rem a history student? yes i did, sue me

wc: 3.7k 

Remus was beginning to fear he might be slightly foolish.

This whole exam season he had existed solely by your side, attached at the hip with the strongest stitch a sewing needle could provide. This brand of existence had not come as too big of a surprise to either of you – nor to your respective friends from your hometowns that you updated over messages and the occasional video call.

When Remus made the decision to go to a university far away from all his friends and family, he had been silently cursing himself for it the whole while. This university in the middle of nowhere had an excellent arts and humanities faculty that specialised in the perfect niche intersection between history and literature that Remus had always been so infatuated with. After the confidence instilled in him by his best mates from boarding school and the reassuring kisses from his painfully aging parents, Remus knew he had to go.

It was now or never for him. Give it a few years, he would want to be back home with his Mam and Tad, taking care of the farm and visiting his mates as they established families and developed their lives. This was his chance.

Yet, it ached to step away, an innate fear that had been hibernating for years rearing its head once more. Before his mates came into his life, Remus had believed himself incapable of forming meaningful connections. With his limb difference and autoimmune disorder, he had alway thought himself too different. Everything about him was odd, as he had been promptly informed on the playground one day and never forgotten. His gait was slower, his interests were peculiar, his arm looked different; Remus Lupin was surely doomed.

When, despite all odds, he found mates that didn’t just like him despite his oddities, but because of them – how could he have been stupid enough to leave them? 

“Just you wait and see, cariad,” his Mam, Hope, had whispered softly and patted his cheek as he hesitated to submit his application. “Surely if the world can produce those three lovely boys of yours, there must be more out there.”

His mother, Remus had come to learn, was consistently correct.

Because on the very first day of freshers’ week at a new university in a new town, into his life came you; so beautifully kind, so kindly beautiful, filled to the brim with an understanding, empathy and pure humour that he got drunk off of. One freshers’ week was all it took before he was fully swept into your life and friendships.

Much like how James had kindly adopted him on the train to boarding school, you picked him up and seemingly skipped the traditional “oh where is your accommodation”, “wow, how many siblings do you have?” and “no way, I did A-Level history too!” that he had come to expect and fear.

“You look like a palm tree in a snowstorm,” you had giggled after bumping into him. “Where’re you off to?”

Remus was unsure where he had been off to. He held his phone with the Welcome app opened, yet found it wholly unnavigable. “Uh, well. I don’t really know.”

Your smile had widened as you took him in. “What do you know, stranger?”

He had been practising how to answer the go-to questions and almost responded with “Oh, I’m Remus from Cardiff” when you threw him off. A warm feeling began to spread in his chest as he saw you sizing him up with zero judgement and all interest.

“I reckon just about enough to get through term, but a bit too little to get through freshers’.” A small giggle-like rumble had spread in his chest as he spoke, red nerves climbing up his neck in case you had intended the question differently.

You luckily hadn’t. “Perfect!” you announced with a grin. “I know enough to know you don’t get through fresher’s, you just go with the flow. So you can tag along with me, pretty boy.”

Remus never did stop tagging along with you. Only later that day, when you introduced him to your friends, did you learn each other’s names, too caught up in talking about anything and everything else. It went from being a nerve-racking day to a freeing one.

Your little pack of quickly-found friends welcomed Remus with enthusiasm to match yours, and together you made your way through your first week and then your first year at your middle-of-nowhere university. Though he enjoyed your little pack – named Alice, Frank, Emmeline and Dorcas, all of which he wanted to introduce to his friends back home – you were the one who stood out to him through it all.

His sentiments must have been clear as he stayed in touch with his best mates online, because they kept asking about you and eventually for you. Remus answered the phone around you once and introduced you to James on speaker, and ever since then, they wanted him to rope you into any and all chats they had.

Remus didn’t really understand why they were so insistent, but he had a sneaking suspicion he didn’t want to know. 

Eventually, realisation was forced to dawn on him, as all your friends went home for a bit when classes ended for a long assessment season, while only you and Remus stayed behind on campus. Alice lived with Frank’s family, who were only a short drive away, while Emmeline’s parents were loaded enough to fly her in and out whenever she had a free weekend, and Dorcas took any opportunity to jump on her Harley and disappear for a while. Once it was just you and Remus, alone in your designated corner of the ancient library, Remus’ skin began to tingle in a way he couldn’t explain away.

And thus, the needle came out and stitched you together effortlessly and intrinsically. 

If one of you were at the library, so was the other. If one wanted to go grab a bite mid-study session, so did the other. And, if Remus was called up by his friends, so were inadvertently you.

“Moony? Sunshine? You there?” Sirius’ voice sounded through the speakers on Remus’ laptop as he hastily lowered the volume. You were the only ones in this corner of the library, but sound might travel, he thought. You snorted as you looked at his stress for a second before turning to Sirius.

“We’re right here, Pads,” you teased as you turned the camera on, which Remus had forgotten to do.

“Ah, there! My eyes have been blessed.” His best mate’s voice was a bit static-y through the microphone, but Remus had grown used to that over the months. “Are you lovebirds still nesting in that library of yours?”

Remus’ brows furrowed as he swallowed uncomfortably over the blush already creeping up his neck. You beat him to answering it.

“I don’t know, are you lovebirds still living the life of luxury in Potter Manor?” you quipped back, raising an eyebrow at Sirius’ pixelated form. Remus felt oddly pleased with how well you seemed to know his friends through only talking over the phone.

Sirius’ shared his sentiments but expressed them in a wholly different manner – through a gasp. “How dare you insinuate that my affections towards James Fleamont is anything beyond brotherly?”

At that, James’ curly hair appeared in the doorway behind Sirius as he threw a t-shirt at his head. “Shut up, Sirius.” He laughed heartily before crouching down enough to see you and Remus. “Hi nerds! How’re you? Coming home soon?”

“God forbid someone prepares for the exam they spent all their money and braincells on getting to take,” Remus joked, knowing that James wouldn’t point out that most of the money that had gone towards Remus’ degree was Potter money. 

“Don’t worry James, I’ll ship him off to you soon.” You elbowed Remus to emphasise your point, but then smoothly slipped your arm behind his back to rest your hand between his shoulder blades. Remus physically relaxed. 

“No, no, he’s yours now babes, you just keep him,” James spoke as he walked restlessly about the room behind Sirius, who was very obviously ogling him, “but both of you please come visit as soon as you’re done with exams, yeah?”

You just smiled warmly and nodded, while Remus felt his flush creep up further. He thought this was probably a good point to cut his friends off before they took it too far and made you uncomfortable.

“What are you doing now, then? Considering you don’t seem to be dedicated to your own exams?” He shifted the conversation, instead allowing his best mates to talk at the two of you as you settled into your seat beside Remus. His skin warmed beneath his clothes where you kept your arm around him and eventually rested your head on his shoulder – in a way that couldn’t be explained away by mere physical contact.

The hour ebbed out as the lot of you went back and forth, trading life updates and stories cheerfully, pleased to leave your reading lists be for a little while. Eventually, Sirius began telling a story from their old boarding school days that involved a certain infamous Marlene that made your grin widen.

“We really should introduce Marlene to our friend Dorcas at some point,” you said, looking at Remus to see his opinion even as you seemingly spoke to Sirius. “It seems they would be a good match.”

Remus grinned, looking down at his lap before meeting your eyes. “Been thinking the same thing as of late.”

“Where’s Dorcas now?” James asked intriguingly.

“Oh, she’s off riding her bike for a while.” You waved your hand as if to say she’s just like that.

Sirius whistled and patted James on the back. “Sounds right up Marls’ alley.”

“You would be the one to know, considering you’re the only one of us who’s been up Marls’ alley.” Even as James spoke, he began to shield his body, seemingly prepared for the way Sirius would begin swatting at him.

“Prongs, we snogged once in year four to figure things out – it’s really time you let this go.”

Remus couldn’t help but snicker, which made you laugh and made Sirius narrow his eyes at him all at the same time. 

“Seems like that university of yours is where everyone meets their soulmates, then,” Sirius said in a concerningly smug tone. “If Marlene’s other half has finally been found and yours, Moony, is–”

Remus cut him off with a nervous laugh, waving him off. “Speaking of soulmates, how’s Lily doing, James?” His voice was a bit too high-pitched as he pointedly stared only at Sirius and not at you, whose gaze he could feel caressing his cheek. He hoped the look he gave Sirius read as sorry, shut up, here’s some ammunition.

Luckily, his friend took the bait, albeit only after a wolfish grin sent his way and what looked like a wink aimed at… you. “Yes, how is little Red?” Sirius asked, jumping on Remus’ diversion as James groaned.

“Happily engaged to Mary, as you know, Sirius.” James had apparently been eager to dish out old embarrassing stories of childhood crushes but not receive them. “We’ll see her next week at Peter’s.”

Remus laughed lightly as he looked at the two boyfriends quarreling in a manner only the two of them could ever pull off, never once turning his head to meet your gaze that still didn’t feel aimed in the same direction as his.

James and Sirius’ voices kept bouncing off the aging stone walls that surrounded you, creeping in between the pages of the books on the shelves. Remus enjoyed it – until you yawned. It was quiet, understated, but at last made Remus’ gaze smoothly sweep over to you, skin around his eyes crinkling at what he found. The smile on your lips was genuine as you took in the conversation, but your eyes had a glassy look to them that Remus had come to know as a tell-tale sign that it’s time to resign for the night. You stretched your neck a little after your yawn, as if the muscles there were ailing you, and Remus had half a mind to reach out and massage any aches away, if that had not been wholly unhinged of him.

Instead, he cleared his throat slightly and looked over at James and Sirius’ images on the screen. It was a sound they were well used to from years of dorming together and made nostalgic – yet no less mischievous – grins break out on their faces.

“Want to get rid of us already, Moons?” Sirius teased, but even he was beginning to look a tad bit tired, in that way only his friends would be able to decipher. 

“Yes, I am beyond bored with you both.” Remus’ tone was sarcastically monotonous until he could no longer hold back his smile. “I want to go back to my blissful existence without your intervention.”

“Don’t be mean,” you faux chided as you swatted the shoulder you had been leaning against not long ago. 

James held one hand up in defense while the other seemed to point towards you. “You really should listen to your better half there, Rem.”

“We boring old friends won’t occupy your precious time together any longer,” Sirius added solemnly as he placed his hands placatingly on James’ shoulders to get him to drop his hands and look sideways with a grin. “Run off and do something wise with your time.”

Remus shook his head. “It was nice talking to you both.” He ignored the twinge in his heart at how much he meant it, all the while not being able to wish himself to be out of your company in favour of theirs. “We’ll see each other soon.”

“And speak sooner!” You added happily, seeming to have chirped up with renewed energy at the closing of the conversation. “I’ll bully him into calling you at least once more before exams.”

“What a blessing you are, darling.” Sirius held a thumbs up, which Remus felt was unnecessary. “Keep reining him in.”

“Okay, alright.” Remus fought back a chuckle and began waving to the camera. “Bye bye, guys. Goodnight.”

You echoed his sentiments, leaning into his side as you waved.

“Goodnight!” James called. “I’m sending you big goodnight kisses for when your lips aren’t occupied, Moon–”

Remus closed his laptop and cut off the connection before James – and, god forbid, Sirius – could make any further attempts at mocking him. He let out a sound that was a mix of a heavy sigh and a chuckle, letting his head fall forward to hit his laptop with a soft thud as he closed his eyes. “Good God.”

You just laughed quietly and patted his shoulder closest to you before getting out of your seat and, presumably, stretching. Remus decided to stay put with his eyes closed for that, to be on the safe side. “Your friends are a breed of their own. I really like them.”

“I’m glad you do.” Remus turned his head sideways to peak up at you as you leisurely began to collect your things. “Ready to go home and sleep?”

You quirked an eyebrow at him in a manner that made him flush beyond his understanding. “Are you?”

He pushed any and all thoughts down as he forced himself up from the table with a sigh. “I am. I fear I can’t read another sentence, especially not if this historian is going to keep referencing Freud.”

“Which he will.” 

“I know,” Remus groaned. “Thus; let’s head out.”

You packed in relative comfortable silence, digesting the conversation and the day side by side. You helped Remus pack his pencils back in his pencil case and zipping it shut wordlessly, as always refusing any thanks. The smile you gave him as you did so was enough to make him want to thank you again anyway.

As you walked to the lift together, chatting idly, Remus allowed himself to bask in how close you seemed to always walk to him and how lucky he was to have made a friend as good as you.

James and Sirius’ comments remained in his brain, though, sifting around in a pond of increasing nerves about how you might have received and interpreted them. The thought of you getting home to your dorm and feeling uncomfortable or wary was enough to make him want to abandon his own ego and address it.

Despite the incoming spring, British weather remained stubborn, and thus the library was basked in a beautiful dusk, not quite pitch black, but enough for the yellow light streaming out of the windows while you walked past to seem mystical and magical. You walked together to the gates, just outside of which, you would have to part ways, Remus taking the left-turn and you the right.

Remus let you get right outside the black gates, but still on library property when he stopped, prompting you to do the same and look back at him with a curious gaze.

“I–” he began, a bit uncertain about how to word this. “Before you go, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” A breath. “About Sirius and James. If they ever make you uncomfortable in any way, please just say so and I’ll get them to stop it, I swear. I don’t know what they’re getting at.”

You furrowed your brows a little, but not in a way that voiced upset – rather on the contrary, it’s the same furrow Remus often observes appears on your face right before he makes you laugh.

“What, those little comments earlier?” you asked, confusion and mirth warring in your tone.

Remus’ stomach dropped a little at the thought that you also picked up on it, but remained relieved that you didn’t seem overly upset. “Yes, I– they’re twats sometimes, you know, so please just pay them no mind. Boarding school kids with bad humour. I don’t know what they’re getting at.”

The corners of your lips began to curl upward as you took a step closer to him. Remus’ breath lodged in his throat at the action, however small. The poetic side of his mind would immortalise the image of you, tired and beautiful in the grey night and yellow light, smiling at him like your heart harboured a secret, even though he was close enough to feel it beating. 

“I know what they’re getting at.” You said it so simply, all you were missing was a shrug as the cherry on top. “I don’t mind.”

Remus had never enjoyed being compared to an animal, but he did recognise how his mouth opened and closed, not much unlike a fish. He couldn’t decide whether to ask you do? or you don’t? Instead, he asked, “What?”

“Do you mind?” Your eyes grew a shade more serious then, scanning his kindly. You reached out a hand to rest on his upper arm, squeezing it through his jumper and corduroy jacket.

It was Remus’ turn to look confused. “Well, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Yet again, you looked to be fighting a smile. “Yes, but do you mind?”

Remus thought that maybe, just maybe, he might be understanding what you just asked. He hoped he was not mistaken when he let out his whisper. “No.”

“Then give me a kiss goodnight, you beautiful idiot.” 

You spoke with such an endearing tone and smile, one that reassured him that you meant it but you were also not issuing a demand; it was you inviting him and teasing him at the same time. Just like a friend would, except Remus truly did not want to only be friends anymore.

Though there was no real need, Remus took a step closer to you and slowly lowered his face to meet yours, amber eyes staying on yours for as long as possible before your lips met, both sets curled up into matching smiles. His fingers came up to gently cup your cheek, fingertips gliding past your ear and into your hair, while his residual limb snuck around your waist, holding you close to him.

Remus kissed you and he realised that this is what he should have been doing all along. Remus kissed you and was grateful that this was the first time because it meant immensely more now than it ever could have before. Remus kissed you and he knew for certain that if he was an idiot, he wanted to be yours.

When you parted, he couldn’t stand pulling too far away, and kept you close to him by leaning his forehead against yours, tightening his hold on you. He didn’t open his eyes right away, instead breathing you in, melting into the memory of the moment.

Then, a wicked grin took over and he opened his eyes to find yours already looking at him with an affection he should have recognised sooner. “You think I’m beautiful?” he asked, and it sounded like humour but it felt deeper. 

“Stunning,” you whispered, tracing his cheek with your fingertips. Remus knew you were genuine.

“But still an idiot?” This time it was just humour.

“Oh, absolutely.” You laughed. “At least you know enough to get through exams.” He caught your reference and savoured it in his heart.

“I better, because I intend to finish this degree with you.” Remus dared to kiss your cheek, which almost felt more intimate. “As your idiot, right?”

You just nodded, with an expression that spoke volumes beyond words. “Yeah. Mine.”

Remus accepted in that moment that he had been more than slightly foolish. He couldn’t find it in him to regret it, though, as he decided to follow you all the way home in the darkening night.

[astercontrol]

I just had the experience of a coworker finding out my age and doing the whole "OMG how do you look so YOUNG?" thing they always do

and as usual I just kind of babbled, while my ideal conversation was playing out in my secret imagination

it goes:

"how do you look so YOUNG?"

"want the short version or the true version?"

"true, of course…?"

"humans can't actually gauge each other's ages with any accuracy within the range you think you can. Between 20-somethings and 40-somethings (the groups you've mixed up when guessing my age), appearances vary a lot more on the individual level than between specific age brackets. Any innate ability you might have had at telling a 20-year-old-from a 40-year-old has been wiped out by Hollywood, where actors age themselves through heavy smoking, undo that with plastic surgery, and then play whatever role will pay them the most money, no matter how far it is from either their actual or apparent age."

"…okay… what was the short version?"

"autistics don't age, because we don't have facial expressions."

[mewtillidae]

being a genuine honest to god spare no expense bug lover is a goddamn BATTLE EVERY DAY I SWEAR TO YOU. i meet someone. i go "i love bugs." they go "OMG ME TOO except wasps and mosquitoes eeeew i hate them" i go "oh. those are some of my favourites actually." they tell me "omg HOW? wasps are so mean-"

they have innate defensive instincts that, if they did not have, would make their homes (usually way smaller and more vulnerable than bees nests btw) susceptible to danger and You my friend Look Like Danger. this is incredibly common in animals.

"y-yeah but they dont even make honey or pollinate-"

they dont make honey For You. many many wasps make honey to feed their young, but it isnt tasty to you because its for wasp babies Not For You. are you upset that you cant drink bear milk either. also wasps do pollinate, maybe not as efficiently as bees but like, basically any insect, particularly ones that fly plant to plant all the time, POLLINATE.

"ok but mosquitoes just suck and they dont even do enough to justify their place in the ecosystem"

ok. open up the back of a computer, spot a teeny tiny wire, use this same logic and remove the wire then tell me how the computer runs now. remove one seemingly unimportant bug from the ecosystem, especially one with as large of population numbers as mosquitoes, and suddenly a whole lot of "more important" species are out of a major food source. also mosquitoes pollinate too.

"but they bite you!"

yea and that sucks but do you think they do that for fun. only female mosquitoes feed on blood, because they need it to produce eggs. a lot of mosquito species actually dont feed on blood at all or get it from other animals.

considering everything ive just heard from you, hypothetical person representing a variety of encounters ive previously had combined into one convenient but plausible strawman who might actually be a real guy reading this, you dont actually like bugs that much. you like the sanitized, inoffensive concept of bugs you carry within your own mind of these cute tiny harmless creatures who do nothing but help us Important Creatures. and the moment a creature dares to stray outside of this perception, being uncute or unhelpful or generally unpalatable, suddenly, they dont deserve to be thought of as an animal, for the crime of not catering to your human ideal of what an animal is. which i think is, in as kind of words as i can muster, Lame.

im not saying you should love every single bug. im not saying youre wrong for having a phobia. im not saying youre morally wrong to swat a mosquito that lands on you. what im saying is that you shouldn't HAVE to like them to think of them as animals deserving of existence on earth alongside you and every other animal you DO like. the sooner you stop framing animals as valuable only in relation to their usefulness, palatability, etc. to HUMANS, the better. oh oops sorry i forgot this was an object show blog ummmmmmmmmm what if firey had whatsapp

[scoobydoodean]

omg i never considered jack attaching himself to dean because he was trying to grieve his mom and cas just like dean was.

I think it might be one of the things going on in 13.01-13.04, though it's not just that. It's also that Dean is honest, while Sam hides ulterior motives for why he was being nice. Jack's dislike of lies is a throughline all the way to "Moriah" where he makes it impossible for people to lie to each other. And I'd wager Dean specifically lying to Jack about the mal'ak box wounds Soulless Jack the most, because the truth is something he depends on Dean to give him the most, in situations where Cas or Sam might handle him with kid gloves he doesn't want. I also think Jack and Dean just have innately a similar sense of right and wrong and both care in a way that makes Jack gravitate toward Dean.

But yeah. Dean serves as a model for feeling your feelings, whereas we don't see Sam's numb exterior crack until 13.04 when he shouts at Dean over Mary. Not only that—Jack specifically overhears Sam minimize the significance of Cas's death in 13.03, which Dean fiercely rebuffs. Jack makes it very clear in 13.01 that he considers Cas to be his father, and Sam has become so emotionally detached that he convinces himself Cas death doesn't even matter. Dean fucking cares about Jack's dad, and trying to grow close to Dean is also probably a way Jack thinks he can feel closer to Cas! Dean's emotional outburst at Sam's dismissive language in 13.03—among other things—makes it clear that it's okay to miss Cas, and in that very moment, Jack calls out for his father and wakes him up.

[vidavalor]

Supreme Archangel

On the pun-loving, wordplay-happy Good Omens, what would it mean for someone to be supreme archangel? Forget that it's also a job title for a minute and just look at the words-- what is someone who is pretty supreme in their archangelness?

Supreme, meaning that which is the most extreme or greatest. Arch, meaning to be above... and, also, to tease in a knowing sort of way.

Supreme Archangel = person with a sense of humor who is just completely totally over the struggle of being an angel.

Gabriel and his arch sense of humor and his being absolutely beyond all of this stuff for literal eons is supreme archangel before you even consider his former job title. Supreme Archangel is really also just a description of his character, as is his other job title of assistant bookseller. Gabriel is still supreme archangel. He's not the only one, though...

Crowley is supreme archangel. Above being an angel because, like Gabriel, he embraces human living when an angel is not supposed to do that. He's supremely beyond all the drama of Heaven and its pious perfection.

Crowley and Gabriel share a very arch sense of humor. Humor is a signature trait of a supreme archangel because it is developed from having greater understanding and wider perspective that can only come from living a bit, which can only come from breaking free of your angelic angst and inner demons enough to allow yourself to grow.

The ability to recognize humor is the ability to recognize the experience of others and it can be intuitive or it can be a learned trait, as Shax is showing us with her quest to understand sarcasm. Everyone has the capability of getting better at it, just as they also have the capability of freeing themselves from being princes of darkness and from the pressures of the perfectionism of being an angel.

Who else is supreme archangel already? Lord Beelzebub is.

In their case, part of their being supreme archangel involved deciding that making a life together with the being who also had that as a literal job title eclipsed Heaven and Hell nonsense.

They know that not everyone else is there yet-- some even want to be what Beez also has been, which is The Grand Duke of Hell... which might be a job title but, as a description, is just the most supremely depressed of the princes of darkness.

Beez might be the only one with the job title so far of Grand Duke of Hell but they aren't the only one who is one.

Crowley is a prince of Hell in every meaning of it already-- in title and in description. I'd call him a grand duke of it, too. Anyone would take one look at Gabriel's depression and say that The Supreme Archangel has long also been a grand duke of Hell, right?

Not to mention that Beez is supreme archangel because they more than meet the other criteria of being very arch in humor.

Shax isn't there yet-- supreme archangel Crowley is still giving her sarcasm lessons-- so she doesn't see the humor in Beez's dry joke that, with them gone, all of this misery could soon be all Shax's because she could "be the next Grand Duke of Hell."

Shax gets excited about the literal job opening and doesn't see that Beez is really saying: all this misery could soon be yours, Shax, best of luck! 😂

Gabriel joining in to be an absolutely marvelous bitch in his expressions... he is, visually, the definition of arch in this scene, with that look that sarcastically says: omg, you hear that, Shax? Grand Duke of Hell! GO GIRL! 😂 These two can be such jerks lol but their humor does come from both of them being supreme archangel and so having an understandable frustration with their lives being impacted by people who are still caught up trying to play the rules of a system that doesn't value anybody.

So, if you're a grand duke of hell... if you're someone who is depressed, someone who is living with a lot of darkness and pain? Then you're also someone who has a soul and a conscience and a certain innate sensitivity that is causing you to feel these things, right? It takes someone who is an angel to bother to do their best to fight their inner demons.

A duke of Hell/prince of darkness is an angel.

And, conversely? If you're an angel who is just massively over all the hell of being an angel... so, if you're a supreme archangel?

By definition, an angel who is done with being an angel is a demon.

And they would be because a demon is also just a person who is passionately invested in or highly skilled in something. By definition, a demon is someone who is doing some living. Someone who is learning how to dance on the head of a pin.

Grand duke of Hell is the most angelic thing there is and supreme archangel is really the most demonic thing a being could ever be. Neither is good or bad; they're just par for the course for most people in different times in life.

Aziraphale doesn't actually need the job of Supreme Archangel and its title to parallel Gabriel's story. They've had the same plot already. They are the two foremost angels who have been supreme archangel all along and helping one another out with it.

They collectively built and secured the embassy bookshop-- Aziraphale designing and building it and Gabriel ensuring its existence and protecting it. They are both against the idea of angelic superiority and support the demons. They both mutinied-- Aziraphale actually did it first when he refused to fight in Armageddon in S1. They both also know what it is to be grand duke of Hell, too, as they both have plenty of inner demons that they are constantly battling.

I think that the point of the story is to make it so that as many of the characters as possible are lower case supreme archangel and none of them are uppercase Supreme Archangel. That position needs to go. The most supreme archangel thing Gabriel has ever done is to quit being The Supreme Archangel. Aziraphale wouldn't have gone anywhere near it if it weren't for his fears about Crowley's safety, which can be resolved in The Finale. There shouldn't be a Supreme Archangel. There should be a bunch of supreme archangels who freely elect willing people to roles like is the case with every other barely functioning but democratic system of government there is. 😂

The point is to break this system that doesn't recognize an individual's right to self-determine and make their own professions about who they are. The Big Bads are screwed, though, because whatever the plot in The Finale? Aziraphale, longtime grand duke of Hell, has really already been supremely archangel for a very, very long time.

[juniebugs]

using marvel characters to explain adaptive immunity :)

i have an exam on monday and no sense of time management so i taught myself immunology using my special interest and thought i would share my notes incase some other lowly undergrad walks in my same shoes.

i know there is no demographic for this. but hopefully its a bit amusing lmao. also i realize the emojis r chatgpt esque but this is all from my own noggin i just think they're silly.

NOTE i explained innate immunity (kind of the precursor) using batfam characters (see here :) ) but there's a bit of overlap between the two systems so pls just roll with the crossover. for more info on general immunology stuff i have this !!!!

THIRD LAYER OF DEFENSE (ADAPTIVE / MARVEL)

Let’s first introduce B and T cells!!!!!!!!!!

Both have been derived in the red bone marrow (a primary location if you recall ;) ). B cells stay and grow up in the bone marrow, T cells need to grow up in the Thymus. In both locations they are learning how to do their jobs. Aka develop immunocompetence and self tolerance

😁B CELLS == LOCAL VIGILANTES / HEROES

These cell types learn the ropes in their home neighbourhoods.

💪T  CELLS == TRAINED (SHIELD, ARMY, ETC) HEROES

Since these cell types need to go to the thymus to learn how to do their job, it’s similar to getting a serum, undergoing some kind of formal training, etc.

👶NAÏVE B & T CELLS == HEROES JOURNEY

Often, before a hero begins fighting, they’re eager to get involved and waiting for the opportunity. Naïve B & T cells chill in the lymph nodes (the sketch gas stations of the body) and patiently wait for antigen exposure.

🎇B & T CELLS HAVE POWERS

These cells might have a long life span, healing factor, and each is unique! Like superheroes!!! So fun. I can’t believe this actually counts as studying.

🕸️B CELL RECEPTORS == HOMEGROWN HEROES (SPECIFIC)

B cell receptors have 2 antigen recognition sites. Similarly, heroes like spiderman or daredevil would get info from their daily lives as peter parker or matt Murdock oorrrrrr in their costumes. (suits, uniforms? Cosplay??????)

B cell receptors can be membrane bound (like peter working with the avengers) orrr released as an antibody (like daredevil acting more independently)

Variable regions make up the binding sites aka depending on the situation these receptors may behave differently.

🛡️T CELL RECEPTOR == AVENGERS

T cell receptors have 1 antigen recognition site and is membrane bound. This can be represented with how the avengers need to take orders (assuming they listen to them ig) and are within the scrutiny of the public eye aka the membrane omg this genius pls tell me you’re following.

Like B cell receptors, these have varible receptors aka they can also change depending on whats needed. Steve undercover baseball hat FRRRRRR

🤔HOW DO THEY EVEN GET THIS SPECIFIC???

Like how heroes have different disguises and tools, receptors have genes!!!!! Its essentially just an unlimited number of gene combinations (V Region, D regions, J region --- you get the idea)

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MORE CELL TYPES

Okay so these guys might come back with a bit more detail and more friends in a moment but for rn its intro time. Its like this is the opening theme and thennnn you learn the lore

🆘CD4+ T CELL (HELPER T CELL) == CAPTAIN AMERICA

Helper T cells use their TCR (t cell receptor, aka the avengers or shield) to recognize antigens. These need to be presented on MHCII which we will explain in a phat sec just keep it in your mind. Helper T cells aka captain America help activate B cells which makes sense because captain America inspiressssssss

🔪CD8+ T CELL – CYTOTOXIC T CELL == BLACK WIDOW

Once again, brief intro, I’ll explain more in a minute but cytotoxic t-cells alsoooo use TCR (shield, avengers) to recognize antigens but they need them presented on MHCI (will explain sshhhhh don’t worry my discord kitten). Their job is to kill infected / altered cells so black widow core we love.

Okay lets define some more shit.

💻ANTIGEN == JARVIS

Antigens bind to an antibody. This can be a pathogen or a toxin or even a non-toxic foreign molecule or evennnnn self-molecules at the wrong place or wrong time. The actual properties of the antigen can vary so it could be a protein, polysaccharide, or on rare occasions lipids.

For tony stark, jarvis acts as a receptor to a ton of information and will identify when something is wrong and present it.  He can come through many different forms of stark technology.

👨‍💻EPITOPE == ACTUAL PROGRAMMING

The epitope is a small defined structure on an antigen that actually does the binding. This could be related to the actual programming of jarvis that collects the info. Most antigens have several epitopes, jarvis would have a metric shit ton of coding tell me im not cooking!!!!!!

❓PROFESSIONAL ANTIGEN PRESENTING CELLS (APCs) ==  Barbara Gordon girl what are you doing in my marvel analogies?????

LISTEN listen listen ok I said earlier there would be some intersection. Professional antigen presenting cells process and display antigenic peptides aka go ‘this shit is funky sort it out’’ and the best cells at this job are dendritic cells. Dendritic cells are innate immune cells so they are a part of the dc analogy (to which I assigned babs to in an earlier post) but for the sake of my TED talk today we’re accepting oracle and jarvis work together. Following?

🤐MAJOR HISTOCOMPATIBILITY COMPLEX (MHC) == SECRET INTEL

MHCs are glycoproteins found in the plasma membrane of all vertebrares (HLA: human leukocyte antigen for humans) -> this intel helps mark yourself to others. And each person has their own unique mhc. These are important for helping t cells recognize their self from non-self.

Or you can think about it this way: shield has many, many operatives and key leaders like captain America, black widow, and all the other avengers need to know if the operatives are good or secretly hydra. Mhc are essentially the secret intel that is used to keep things straight.

And t cells (avengers) NEED mhc (intel) in order to act. Acting on intuition along doesn’t go well for these folks (look at the accords).

There are two main types of mhc and their use depends on the t cell that needs to act.

🩸MHC CLASS I == Gritty Intel

MHC class I data gets used for the cytotoxic t-cells which are our more ruthless killers like black widow. This class binds to and presents cytosolic peptides aka ‘eek there's a viruses or intracellular bacteria here we need you to take care of it’. THIS INFO IS PRESENTED WITHIN THE CELL-> aka it needs to come from shield or a reliable source for the CD8 t-cells to act.

🤫MHC CLASS II == If you know you know intel

This class data is presenting antigens to helper (CD4) t cells like captain America. This data is presented from OUTSIDE THE CELL like how steve tends to forge his own path and stumble into trouble. This is often bacteria that have been phagocytosed (aka killed in gotham). --------------------------------------------

HOLY SHIT MORE GENERAL DEFINITIONS ARE DONE

are you actually reading up to this point? I'm impressed if yes. Now we're going into a bit more detail and explaining function. also i got tired of emojis but did you know windows + period keys are a short cut? learning the important shit before my exam. HUMORAL VS CELL- MEDIATED IMMUNITY

Woah who up subsectioning they subsections. Humoral immunity and cell mediated immunity are like two different fight strategies and it kind of depends on the players involved.

HUMORAL IMMUNITY == The ‘we don’t kill, but we’ll fuck you up’ players.

Key players would be like: Daredevil or Spider-man etc. Our B-cell baddies.

Humoral immunity is antibody mediated à antibodies are produced by b cells and circulate freely in blood and lymph (they patrol the city regularly).

They bind to bacteria, toxins, and free virus aka have specific enemies. Think kingpin or doc ock.

These antibodies (vigilantes?) are looking to neutralize or opsonize (make suspectable to phagocytosis akaaa leaving a hint for batman. Our universes are overlapping pretty heavy here but it isss what it issss).

SOMETIMES T helper cells can help out. Captain America inspires man what can I say idk

CELL-MEDIATED IMMUNITY == Government-sanctioned ruthlessness (perhaps too real?)

The key players would be avengers of shield players (aka our T cells). These have cellular targets (aka cell-on-cell violence). Think about sam & bucky hunting down the super serumed folks in that one tv series I half watched during my reading week. There’s nuance, there’s depth, but your b-cell folks would not be doing this stuff. The cells being killed usually have something wrong but the methods of killing can either be direct or in direct. CAPTAIN AMERICA IS EVERYWHERE we love he is always working.

GENERATION OF EFFECTOR T CELLS

Recall: naïve t-cells (baby avengers) are waiting for their time to act.

When it gets activated by a specific antigen it begins to proliferate and differentiate. Essentially, the enemies these heroes face shape the kind of hero they become. As it now knows how to act from experience, it now becomes an effector T cell and can work.

Different types of T cells are like different types of avengers. We have already connected helper t cells to steve and cytotoxic to Natasha but we well soon go through memory and regulatory and make subsequent comparisons.

Recall also: T-cells (avengers) can’t act without having the event presented to them through MHC (data).

Naïve t-cells (baby avengers) need 2 signals to become activated à this is so they don’t suddenly act and engage poorly. Aka baby avengers need to know for sure that they can help before they are effective. APCS PRESENT THE ANTIGEN TO NAÏVE T CELLS

What???? Babs you’re inspiring the avengers to start heroing??

POV: you’re a baby avenger (naïve t-cell) and oracle chimes in with some crime (dendritic cells / apcs) and youre like wtf these are different universes but youre in a sketchy gas station (lymph node) so you just role with it.

And nowww you have your primary cell-mediated response and can become a hero I knew you could be. you might even become a memory t cell

T CELL ACTIVATION

So as mentioned babs needs to bring 2 different signals to actiate a naïve t cell or baby avenger. Signal 3 will tell that avenger what its supposed to do. This signal is typically from the environment itself (cytokines) and shapes the t-cell into the hero it will come

CYTOTOXIC T CELLS == BLACK WIDOW (+ more because we’re expanding baybe)

Recall: CD8+ T-cells are also called cytotoxic t cells and earlier we related them to black widow because they take no prisoners. We also mentioned how the info required to activate these cells are MHC I which we called the gritty intel. These cell types follow the same activation procedure as before.

When they active they kill via perforin and granzyme (same method as natural killer cells or Jason todd in our innate immunity section!). Once they are activated they do not need two signals to act again. Black widow has a fuckton of confidence and knows what shes doing.

She will the sketchy gas station of intel (lymph nodes) and find pathogenic epitopes (jarvis or other intel directs).

Some of these t cells might become memory t cells.  Give me time. Let me cook.

HELPER T CELLS == CAPTAIN AMERICA (+ more info again im just too good)

As mentioned, CD4+ T cells go quite a lote. Are activated in the same way as cytotoxic t cells but their message is delivered through MHC II or the ‘if you know you know’ intel. They will proliferate, differentiate, and they secrete cytokines. This allows them to stimulate immune responses and enhance proliferation of other cell types. Essentially, steve is so good and strong, he’s a leader and people and systems are influenced by him

MEMORY T CELLS == THE WINTER SOLDIER

Bucky has a very similar origin story to both steve and natasha which works well for memory t cells that begin as other t-cell types. Memory t cells are t cells that remain after a cell-mediated response and can then response to later, similar exposure in a faster more efficient way. Think about bucky fighting hydra and how he has never realllyyy stopped fighting.

When  the same antigen returns, bucky will take charge over baby avengers. He’s old and chilling out for a while.

B CELL ACTIVATION

Aka how do the baby homegrown heroes (someone trademark this im eating) respond to shit going down?

B cells can ‘see’ the antigens themselves (unlike t-cells that NEED external intel) there are two main ways a B cell can get activated though: 1.) T-CELL INDEPENDENT ACTIVATION This a bit less common of a method, but other microbial constituents provide the secondary signal. To break this down in superhero terms: when something is happening in the city that the big players (t-cells, or avengers) aren’t involved with spider-man, daredevil, or other more neighbourhood centered heroes can still jump into action but this a.) isn’t as commonly seen in tv or movies and b.) still requires something to be happening to get them to jump into action.. 2.) T-CELL DEPENDENT ACTIVATION This is much more common where a B cell internalizes a bound antigen and presents it as MHCII or ‘if you know you know’ intel. (so in this moment the B cell behaves as an APC). The helper T-cell receiving the intel sends out the second signal to activate the b cell. Analogy: a vigilante stumbles upon something they need more resources or help with so they act as babs did in the sketch gas station and brings it to the avengers SPECIFICALLY steve. Which might not be lore accurate but. It works for this.

What do activated B cells do??

Once one b cell is activated (antibody), there’s a clonal expansion by plasma cells. Aka once a homegrown hero tries it, other people with power are inspired.

Sometimes these activated B cells gain a memory and if a villain-of-the-week reappears they know how to respond.

---------------------------- WE DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And there’s a few more slides in my notes but IM OVER IT. Hopefully I do fine on this exam. Hopefully you, my delightful reader, learned something. Im going go eat my weight in mini eggs. Godspeed.

innate immunology w batfam | more general stuff

[animeomegas]

Congratulations on your milestone 🥰. I couldn't come up with anything good for your last ask game! but for this one... I'm still not sure if it's good, but it's something!

Most to least likely to want to play around with a set of womb tattoos out of 707, Neji, and Simeon

Thank you!!! 🥰 This one was sooo hard because you've picked three characters that would 100% looooove using womb tattoos! But here's how I'd order them. Also sorry it took so long 😭

LEAST

Neji

In theory, womb tattoos are a great kink for Neji, especially when it's linked to playing as a succubus.

His perfect formula for his beloved high effort sex roleplays goes as follows:

Personal who technically has the power in this situation (but will get dominated and entirely wrecked) x the technical subordinate (who is fantastically dominant and actually has all the power)

So, him playing a succubus, come to seduce a lowly human, only for that lowly human to turn his brain into much with their godlike sex skills??

Sign him up!!

That makes him ridiculously horny, omg.

But the reason he's at the bottom of this list is that he can't deny that the idea can also make him uncomfortable, as much as it makes him horny.

I don't think I have to specify why the idea of painting a seal-like tattoo on him might bring up some horrible memories.

So any play involving him having the womb tattoo as a symbol of an altered mind state is not something he's going to be down with.

And he's probably got to be an experienced role player, and very comfortable with you in bed, before he's comfortable using them as prop for playing a succubus.

Honestly, it might just be better to give him something else that functions like a womb tattoo, like a special set of bracelets and anklets or something. There's just a lot less trauma attached there.

Seven

Seven would looooove to try using womb tattoos with you.

Cosplay is his thing, of course, and dressing up as a succubus is his favourite way to use womb tattoos.

He's got an entire skimpy leather ensemble, including wings and a tail, which may or may not be a butt plug, depends on the day lol.

He'd be shocked and happy for you to use them on yourself too, either to play a succubus, or just to pretend that it's some kind of 'insatiably horny' curse and he now has to satisfy your animalistic libido 👀

He's very solidly in the middle of this list because he loves it a lot, but it's not really a core kink. He likes dressing up and campy role play, which this fulfils, but he needs that variety too.

Simeon

Simeon is deeply conflicted by this kink, because it goes hand in hand with a corruption kink, which he loves, but that he also has a complicated relationship with.

I mean, he's literally an angel, and while he's nowhere near as innocent as you might think an angel to be, this is still 'playing with fire' in more ways than one.

But during the times that you can get past the innate uncomfortableness, he really loves womb tattoos.

He's quite versatile with it too.

You can put it on yourself and play the succubus who finally manages to corrupt him, or you can put it on him as a 'curse' to 'make him hornier'.

The second one is his favourite because it gives him a sense of permission for his behaviour that he finds very relaxing. It wasn't him who did all those depraved horny things, it was the 'magic' he was under! And that freedom will get you some of the best sex you can have with Simeon.

If you can actually imbue it with magic, just to make it glow or something, he will be extremely into it.

So ultimately, while there are some mixed emotions for him with womb tattoos, there's a lot of core pleasure and interest in them for Simeon, you just have to gently coax it out of him ;)

MOST

[pigeonstab]

Tbh with dance killer you could have it that when he first starts dancing again it isn’t break dancing because of the fact that 1: he’s not used to it anymore, he hasn’t danced like that for years

2: it like showing how he’s healing and having hints of who he used to be come back but also he is irreversibly changed as a person at the same time

I think dancing isn't something Dance monsters can lose, it's as much a form of magic as it's an actual skill. And while not using that skill for a long time makes it harder to get back into it later it doesn't erase it. Killer's relationship to it might be changed forever but his ability to isn't.

I don't really understand why people are trying so hard to get rid of the breakdancing man I think it's cool ^^ I get wanting something that fits Killer's sort of aloof, elegant? Demeanor though. He could have something like waltz like Dance!tale Chara does (from the Dreemurrs) or Ballet like Frisk/the player, as a second style (Dance monsters can learn secondary styles though they have an innate main one). Probably in his time with Chara and Nightmare (omg me making not a nicemare thing?) it would act as a part of his conditioning, the erasure of his original style and having it replaced with Chara's. Kinda like the hc people have that Chara taught royal manners to him but like dance lol.

Him recovering his ability to breakdance as a symbol of his emancipation <3

[buckley-diaztruther]

god the more I think about it the more I think that buck has know his feelings for eddie AT LEAST since tommy kissed him, if not before. like it just so strongly reads to me as "im so deeply and stupidly in love with my best friend and I refuse to face it but I also refuse to be even a little bit normal about him even though i know well never be able to be together because he is straight. oh hey this guy trying to steal my bestie seems interested in ME this means I can both keep him from eddie and try to get over eddie at the same time. WOOPS my best friend just crashed my date if he even catches a whiff if me being queer ues gonna KNOW I'm in love with him time to double down on the straight bro energy. woops got ditched right after ok. time to spend the next few days way more broken up about lying to my bestie than getting dumped. whats that maddie? confused about my feelings? nonono i know whats happening here and its very much not allowed thanks. omg bestie pent up sexually? wish I could help- I MEAN IN A TOTALLY PLATONOC NON-SEXUAL WAY. bestie having relationship issues? perfect moment to slip in a little coming out moment. maybe he'll get the hint and we kiss? oh this changes nothing? cool cool cool cool cool anyways I can't stop thinking about that guy I spent the last few days very much not thinking about while i obsessed over you and also get back with your gf bc if you're single I might do something stupid like kiss you. time to throw myself into ANOTHER relationship with the genuine hope it'll work out but the innate understanding that it'll never actually last because they'll never be you hahaha no baby don't destroy your life by cheating with ur dead wife's doppelganger ur so sexy. now you're single so I could be single but then I might do something stupid like kiss you and you're life is literally falling apart and so well just put that back in a box and I'll keep on dating the Gays For Trump advocate over here in solidarity"

[kaija-rayne-author]

OMG I'm laughing so hard at someone calling me names because I dared post that I had to unfollow people who were toxicly positive about Veilguard and being twats about it to others.

Again, I'm truly happy for you if you liked it. I didn't. You shockingly don't have to be an asshole to others about it. Nor do you need to shit on something other people loved simply because checks notes, some stranger on the internet said that they didn't want to follow people being toxically positive about something you liked. Oooookay then. 🤣

It's a video game. A piece of entertainment. It's fiction.

If you get so worked up over someone else's (a strangers!) opinion that you're slinging ad hominem attacks, maaaaaybe it's time to I dunno, do literally anything else?

Especially trying to get any response but laughter or blocking out of someone like me who has lived through so much that if I talk about even a fraction of it, people go all owl eyed and universally ask in a quiet, shocked tone 'how are you even alive?'

Legit can't stop laughing. 🤣

Update

So, I freely admit that I'm in a bad mood and broke my rule about feeding the trolls. I shall do my due internet denizen duty and block/report.

In all responsibility, while laughing at a troll can be a good tool, it risks escalation, and it's really better to simply block and report. They get their jollies by making people feel horrible. (I wasn’t laughing out of trying to feed a troll BTW. They legitimately shocked me into laughing. I wasn't in a good enough mood to hide my reaction.)

They've either deleted or hidden their responses to me. It's just a crying shame that screenshots are forever. Y'all might want to preemptively block. Up to you.

If they hadn’t been so utterly awful, I'd probably have let it slide. But this behavior is unacceptable in a society.

Transcript since it won't fit in alt text.

Lilithfairen

So you're just a raging asshole who can't stand people enjoying a game you didn't. You should let people know that when you follow them so anyone with common sense can block you the moment they see you around.

Masked responder

That's not what OP said lmao

Me

Oh, honey. You're precious (laugh emoji) Go try to gaslight and sea lion someone else. In your vast amounts of time where you're not being a dick to a stranger, perhaps you should consider brushing up on that 'reading comprehension' thing. I gather it's not your highest skill. Maybe put a few skill points in that.

Me replying to masked responder

Right? (Laugh emoji) Just posting on my own wall, about a Fandom problem that they very clearly demonstrated an excellent example of, and *I'm* the asshole. I'm laughing so fucking hard I'm almost crying.

lilithfairen

Oh, not gaslighting anyone. Because a quick check tells me you're a BG3 stan, which highlights why you don't like Veilguard and the people who enjoy it. Veilguard doesn't write queer people as sexual predator. Veilguard doesn't get off on victimizing non-white people or writing them as innately evil and savage. Veilguard doesn't write a storyline where a goddess is a prop to paint a white guy as awesome and smart and then written as a horrible bitch herself. You're a garbage shitstain of a person who can't stand Veilguard not being a game written for straight white manbaby sensibilities, because you think that's what good fiction is.

Me. Oh, do please keep responding (laugh emoji) you're amusing me and exposing your ignorance nicely. Have you considered therapy? It might help with that whole ... hatred of everyone who isn't me... thing, you have going on. I actually can't stop laughing at the loads of shit you're shoveling. I hope you're getting a decent wage for that. Shoveling shit is hard work.

I did say I wasn't in a good mood.

Anyway... because I'm me... pretty sure a lot of people who play Dragon Age games also play BG3. And liked both. It's not an either or. People can shockingly like both! While accepting that there's no such thing as a perfect game/book/movie/show/anything.

I know several people I'm on good terms with who absolutely loved Veilguard. I didn't, but it's not their problem. I don't make it their problem.

Veilguard doesn't write queer people well. Period. (I'm a queer AF author and editor.)

"Doesn't get off on victimizing non-white people or writing them as innately evil and savage." *blinks*. 'Who do we put across from Harding for a death choice. "Assan."' -John Epler (Not the whole Black man attached to the bloody griffin. The griffin.) That doesn't even get into what having the only Black male companion being part of that choice in the first place says. (Pssst. It's not good.)

Um... the Qunari have long been PoC coded and what they did to the Qunari in Veilguard is nothing short of writing them as innately evil and savage. Seriously? Truly shocked by that one. Taash's first romance scene is really problematic, too.

"A storyline where a goddess is a prop to paint a white guy as awesome?" Did they even play BG3? I've played it 5x and have no idea what they're on about there. And Vlakkith has always been a bitch. (I've been playing D&D since 2E. Is it problematic? Fuck yes.) I guess female and woman presumed people aren't allowed to be evil. Who knew?

Snorts. I'm not white, not a man, definitely not straight, and good fiction is my actual job.

As far as the ad hominem attacks. (Sad head shake) Dirthara-ma, da'len.

All that in response to this post of mine.

[kairiscorner]

Sitting on Miggy’s lap while doing his eyeliner. Could be punk miguel or model miguel kqkdnwkdnskdnsksk

Like you’re forced to have eyecontact with him

omg part 1.5 for both na agad (damn ate this req got me lip biting HARD !!!)

‧₊˚✩彡꩜doing miggy's eyeliner.

(✮) author's note: this can be for both punk!miguel and model!miguel, my lovelies :D or just regular miggy tbh ! anyway, hope you guys enjoy ~

❝your hand is shaking...���

miguel's raspy voice reverberates in your ears, breaking the awkward silence that was so painfully loud between you two. you were never one to be all quiet while doing his makeup, ever since day one, you found him very interesting to speak to—he seemed like just the right amount of calm and understanding, and you had to admit, he was very... attractive to you, you couldn't not talk to him no matter what you did. and so, after a few coffee dates and dinners for the past few months, you landed the new role of being his personal makeup artist... and partner.

nobody you had ever liked or dated before ever made you as nervous as miguel did, he never did anything to you though, you were just so self-conscious about how close you were to him since you were straddling him, and your faces were mere inches apart that the jitters in your hand kept shaking and making your hand jerk. miguel placed two fingers under your chin and cooed to you in spanish all gently. "mi vida, you used to be so bold around me when we were 'friends', we're more than that now, so why're you so agitated?" he asked you in a gentle whisper as he parted those beautiful lips of his so slightly and snaked his hand down to your hip, holding you tightly and pulling you closer to him.

"you might mess up the eyeliner, but it's fine, just... don't feel too nervous around me, mi amor, i'm just me." he said with a small grin on his face that made you melt in those toned arms of his. he hummed in contentment as he felt your chest lean against his, he rubbed your lower back and pulled you even closer to him now. "my adorable, itsy bitsy spider..." he cooed to you as you shakily began to do his eyeliner. with your innate skill and forced concentration, you accentuated his eyelashes well; looking at how cleanly it was done, nobody would've guessed you were flustered, embarrassed, nor nervous out of your mind sitting on his warm lap while doing it.

to tease you, miguel would occasionally squeeze at the fat of your hips and give a low whistle, compliment your features as you got even closer to his face, and would gently peck your cheek whenever you got too close to his face. "aww, you made me look too good... i'll get you next time, though, cariño." he teased you as he pulled you even closer to him and pressed his full lips against your own, muttering praises for your keen eye and hands to create beauty in everything you touched. "of course, the most beautiful person in my life can make me look even prettier than i am now, no?" he said with a chuckle as he nipped at your lower lip, pulling you in for another kiss as thanks for doing his makeup again so beautifully, while being teased and tempted by him.

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[ophernelia]

OMG awe I’m so glad my message cheered you up! You have no idea how happy I am that you love the idea and are open to having extras! This message might be a little long so please bare with me loool. To make things a little easier, I had used the same format you have for presenting your characters, so I’ll add that and then just put my little notes beneath if that’s okay! Also, I personally wouldn't mind you adjusting them to fit your style, it would definitely help with the cohesiveness. Plus, I love your sim style!

ZENIA BRICE, The Healer

Age: 23

Birthday: Oct. 25th

Species: Human

Ethnicity: Afro-Brazilian, African American, Afro-Caribbean

Height: 5'3

Hometown: (I wasn't sure where the Brice family’s hometown was, but this is definitely subject to change haha)

Partner(s): Roman Minatozaki

Relationship Status: Engaged (In my head, this engagement took place after Imogen and Lou’s wedding, where Roman definitely felt inspired to pop the question)

Education: Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology, currently pursuing Masters

Occupation: Music Therapist Trainee, Singer-Songwriter, Musician

Loves: Music, Cats, Baking, Writing

Dislikes: Liars, Oats, Spiders

Favourite Movie: Spirited Away

Favourite Song: Hold On Till May - Pierce The Veil

Favourite Color: Green, Black

Fun Fact: She has synaesthesia

Backstory: Zenia was born in (Place) to Theodore and Nyoka Brice. She was their second born (She has an older brother named Jayce who plays basketball in the NBA) and only daughter. From young she was always highly intuitive to other people’s emotions - hugging anyone who appeared to be upset, giving them a toy to make them happy; and was also highly sensitive, crying for nearly any and everything. She felt everything to a heavier degree than others. An empath. In being so in touch with her emotions, she grew up being a comfort to others, somehow always knowing exactly how to help. However, it was easy to attract broken individuals and get herself hurt, which resulted in her keeping to herself more and more. She found ways to express her emotions and experiences - through music. With a few connections from daddy (of course), her musical talents, and her innate gift of expressing and channeling emotions, she was able to produce music independently as an indie artist (Similar to Jhené Aiko’s healing-like music). This allows her time to do what she loves (making music) while attending school to become a music therapist. She’s currently working on her master’s and fulfils her hours at her mother’s therapy clinic. She has also recently discovered her empathic nature is a gift stemming from her mother’s side, allowing her to be a healer. With Dodona’s help and guidance, she has become quite an asset for Rory’s pack. As for Roman, she felt something the moment she saw him although she wasn’t quite sure what it was. She just knew that she was drawn to him. However, due to her past experiences, she kept her distance for a bit. With Imogen vouching for him, and his genuine efforts being seen, Zenia allowed herself to open up more and soon fell for him almost as quickly as he did for her. She finds his energy to be a calm, grounding force for her ever fluctuating emotions. She feels safe and protected, knowing that he would never hurt her.

Note: One thing I really admired about your series is how close-knit the Brice family is! In my head I definitely wanted my oc to be a part of that and even added in a father who would have been the youngest sibling of the Brice sisters (idk, I just found that funny. They definitely would've had his childhood turnt upside down) In the series though, I highly doubt this would work (and I don't want to overstep) so I was thinking she would either be a distant cousin (maybe like a second cousin to Imogen if Grandad Brice had other siblings) or a fellow labelmate for Imogen seeing that she would also be in the industry! I think the empath thing would be a really cool addition, especially if it isn't something Imogen’s skills as an oracle falls under. I’m not entirely sure how it can fit into the series and the group themselves, but I think it could be interesting to consider if that’s okay! It’s a spiritual gift that would stem from her mother’s side of the family from Guadeloupe (I’m not from Guadeloupe but I am Caribbean so I think of it as a little shoutout to my people LOL).

ROMAN MINAMOTO, The Wolf

Age: 25

Birthday: April 28th

Species: Shapeshifter/Lycan

Ethnicity: Japanese/Italian

Height: 6'3

Hometown: Kyoto, Japan

Partner(s): Zenia Brice

Relationship Status: Engaged

Education: Bachelor’s in Fine Arts

Occupation: Tattoo Artist

Loves: Drawing, Stargazing, Black Coffee, Painting

Dislikes: Heavy Expectations, Infidelity, Messy Spaces

Favourite Movie: Kung-Fu Hustle

Favourite Song: Listens to way too much music to choose just one

Favourite Colour: Black

Fun Fact: He also speaks both Japanese and Italian

Backstory: Roman was born in Kyoto, Japan to Kenzo Minamoto and Ginevra Romano. His birth disappointed the Minamoto Clan as he was to be the heir to the family’s leadership of Lycans in Japan (Mt. Komorebi), but wasn’t a pure blood descendant due to his mother’s Italian roots and human nature. They viewed him as ‘tainted’ and unfit to lead. Despite this, he was accommodated in the clan for a few years and trained up to lead, but was often placed under unrealistic standards and expectations, and also discriminated against. This soon ended once his younger (half) sister, Kira, was born. The role of heir was immediately passed to her due to her being pure blooded, and thus Roman was sent to Italy to live with his mother. There he grew up with a relatively normal life until his first shift. After this, with the many challenges of trying to control his lycan side as well as no proper guidance, he was sent back to live in Japan to learn. Despite being taught many things, he still felt like an outsider to his family and was often compared to his younger sister. Due to this, their relationship was strained for a few years. Roman learned how to remain stoic and not allow his emotions to show through. He was often pressed to perform better, to do more, in order to make up for his mixed nature until he had enough. He left Kyoto (Mt. Komorebi) and never looked back, soon finding himself in Cooperdale with Rory and her pack. Despite having the makings to take on an alpha role, he settles for Beta as his way of avoiding the heavy expectations that come with the role. He often uses art (drawings and paintings) to express his emotions and soon found his calling as a tattoo artist. As for Zenia, it was love at first sight, or - well, imprinting at first sight. He was immediately drawn to her, particularly the calming energy she exuded. She was his soulmate. He started off slow, not wanting to scare her, but found that he simply couldn't keep away. He never wanted to leave her side. Once his love was reciprocated that’s exactly what he did, stood by her side, never leaving.

Note: So this is Zenia’s love interest! In my head he had already met with Rory and the pack back in Copperdale, but this will definitely be changed haha. I do think it would be cool to have him involved with the pack in some way, whether a part of them or just simply working alongside them, especially if they do end up moving to Okinawa! As for his relationship with Zenia it’s definitely an ‘opposites attract’ sort of dynamic but in a way where they bring out the best in each other. He mellows her emotions while she helps him process through his. In my head it definitely took them some time to actually be romantically involved, with Imogen and Lou playing a huge part in encouraging it haha.

I really hope you find my ocs interesting and like them! A lot of things can definitely be adjusted to fit the current and future storyline of your series, as again, I for sure don't want to overstep in your work! 🫶🏽

omg i love this! i love how much thought you put into too! i'm veryyy interested in roman. i really like his backstory!

[jessicamdawn]

The Heart Killers, ep 7:

Don’t use your safe word as a nickname.

Dad says Style loves with his whole heart and Fadel sitting there thinking that Style doesn’t actually love him and being sad about it.

Omg Kant actually smokes.

“I smell like gasoline.” “It smells great.” “It smells gross. Shower time. Bye.”

Your paintball guns sound—BB GUNS?! You are NOT playing with BB guns! Getting shot by a BB gun hurts. I know. I’ve been shot. At a distance. And it hurt.

Bison needs some therapy. I mean, he was in this younger than Fadel, so him being more fucked up makes sense.

Style is so optimistic.

“You have a bad past” jacking cars “He has a bad past” killing people “You’re on par.” Totally the same.

“It’ll make you think of me every time you put it on.” And Bison is like ‘yeah, that’s the problem. T_T’

I love how worried Fadel was about Style choking. Proves he probably couldn’t kill Style himself.

Did this lady seriously just leave her kid with two strangers without even asking their names???

Why the heck is Keen there?

“wanna have sex in this stall?’ ‘not with my colleague (?) in the next stall over.’

Style getting so offended that Fadel called himself her boyfriend.

THAT’S how Fadel hurts his arm? That's so dumb X0

Fadel innately trusting Style to go help his brother.

Style took up that gun real fast.

If Fadel ever has a cold, Style is going to be the most mother hen to mother hen.

That was very honest of you Fadel. You basically gave away the game. What if Style did something before your brother got better, huh?

Kant crying and making promises is great and all, but he’s acting like Bison is in a coma. He said they gave him sleeping meds.

Bison’s room is 911

The English fuck and goddamn were great.

I was too into the end of the ep to make comments, but it was great.

Fadel ACTUALLY took a nap. When Style could have easily taken him to the police.

The Heart Killers, ep 8:

Style is still a menace

“I’ll explain” so do it, Kant. You’ve only said that like six times.

ANOTHER Fast and Furious reference.

Style’s crying and I’m shedding a tear for him, and Fadel cannot handle him being sad. Ugh, I loved him almost reaching out.

Omg Kant finally said his piece.

I get that Bison wants to hurt Kant, but forcing him into the water when he knows it’s Kant’s biggest fear and when he’s already had to save Kant from the water once…

And now a Castaway reference.

Oh damn. Bison’s a rich boy.

The vibe shift between KantBison and StyleFadel is hilarious.

Fadel, I don’t know how well this plan was thought out.

Bison’s like ‘do this or you die’ and Kant’s like ‘I’m so sorry, I’ll do it.’ While Fadel says ‘do this or you die’ and Style is like ‘you threaten Miette? You threaten Miette with labor? Jail for Fadel. Jail for a thousand years!’

I can’t tell if Kant is using ‘penguin’ as a safe word or a nickname, and that takes away some of the impact for me.

I love Style being like ‘there might be a murderer!’ and ‘there might be cannibals!’ when he’s literally being "held hostage" by a hitman holding a gun

Why does this sound like an old western?

“I have nothing of value here.” You have a piano.

Popcorn’s fiancé is what Aou is gonna look like in a few decades.

When your hostage taker hosts a wedding for you. Like what the fuck.

Who ordered the hit on Ruerat?

Keen. Stfu. And Lily, if you were as kind as you’re pretending, they wouldn’t be afraid of you.

Kant could’ve gotten loose at any time but stayed on purpose. Nice.

Kant has to apologize more and be more earnest because he did the worst of the lies. And we get some lovely Khaotung crying~

“You bicker. You fight. Then you bone. It’s all part of the process.” XD

Style trying to put himself between Fadel and the guys~

What money will you live on out on this island? Can you be a tattoo artist out here? Does anyone even live here? You have to go everywhere by boat and you have a phobia of water. Maybe rethink this plan.

Feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet ew

The Heart Killers, ep 9:

“Do I look 40?” “What’s wrong with that? 40 is hot.” Is that a Moonlight Chicken reference???

And now Kant and Bison enter their Honeymoon Era.

 “Gorgeous Man With Perfect Skin Dead in a Crop Top.” The fact that Style things this is a good headline. XD

Style got shot! 8D

If this were a werewolf AU, Style would be dying on the ground and Fadel would be prowling around, full wolf, not letting anyone get close until someone tranquilized him.

Oh yeah, you’re racing to have your brother stitch him up because you’re gonna kill him. Holding his hand and worrying~

Bison calling Fadel on his bullshit. I like it.

Style and Kant’s friendship is fun.

“I lied to get Style into this.” “I did it willingly!” Yeah, but it was based on a lie.

This show is doing so well with wound continuity. Kant even has a bruise from the punch!

Who did Keen hire to go after them? The guy with the tattoo.

“He wouldn’t shoot you. The worst he’d do is drown you.”

“You’re not dead, so he must like you.” XD

Style giving up his entire family to Fadel and Fadel is like ‘what the absolute fuck’

“FINE! I’LL GIVE YOU A CHANCE! GET YOUR FUCKING ARM OUT OF THE FUCKING WATER!”

“All you’ll get is satisfaction.” “I’m okay with that.” :P

How did you date for 2 years and he doesn’t know what you do for a living? Even a front of one?

Oh Fadel. That man didn’t ghost you. He was ghosted.

The music in this show is….Choices were made, over and over, and I don’t understand them.

Give JJ his BL happy ending.

Working on phobias together.

Show does great on wound continuity, not so much on phobia continuity. He’s in way too deep to be this chill.

Wounds. In lake water. Water phobia. In deep water. I should turn my brain off for this but I *can’t*. Can I headcanon they did this on the beach instead?

The Heart Killers, ep 10:

Style would be co-dependent so easily.

“I don’t think we’ll see them again.” “stfu, Kant.”

Sir, maybe don’t insult the people holding your life in their hands.

I wish Ruerat or Lilly would provide proof of stuff instead of just saying it.

Did they go back to Ruerat to make a deal to have him pretend to be dead for a few weeks?

KEEN DOES HAVE A TATTOO! IT WAS HIM!

“Once you’re in, you don’t get out.” Ma’am, you basically kidnapped them and forced them into this as preteens. Stfu.

Why is everyone in this bowling alley gay?

“Kant! Are you hurt?” Yeah, cause you threw him to the ground.

“Your life is as important to me as my own.” Fadel has no idea how to handle that.

Team up! (come on, Fadel, don’t be a sore thumb. Join the team. :P)

“You look sexy as a cabbie.” Well, that’s a line I’ve never heard before.

“I’m not a good stalker.” “You stalked me for weeks.” XD

“I feel bad for him.” “You do? He shot you.” “What!? Fuck that guy!”

They are terrible stalkers.

Kant, share the plans. You can’t hide things on missions like this.

Become one with the golf clubs, Bison XD

I would love to know how Style got that uniform. Who did he schmooze? Did he give a story about his boyfriend being into role play?

I love that this politician’s wife doesn’t care that Kant has tattoos.

Are these golf caddies male escorts or something?

Keen makes a good spy, just not a good hitman.

Oh shit. Fadel’s not going to take this news well.

Is this the pool that Style was held hostage in?

I love that Kant is dragging the end of Titanic

Reenacting Titanic is cute.

I love this ‘please leave me’ scene. Style has a great speech. The music is…interesting.

The Heart Killers, ep 11:

If Keen is on the up-and-up, I hope his boyfriend and him live happily ever after. If he’s lying, I hope Nont dumps his ass.

Kant, when have you ever been able to negotiate anything with Captain Albino?

Oh. They KIDNAPPED Ruerat.

Why the sudden English, Cap? So you can claim you said whatever you want later?

Why does Style have so many illegal adjacent friends? XD

“We’ll be old men in 20 years.” You’ll be in your 40s. Hardly old.

“I’ve always wanted a brother.” You literally have Fadel.

So Lily runs some kind of legitimate business, but also a side business as a hitman and one as a pimp.

You really should have come up with fake names for this mission, Kant.

Jesus, Style. A drop or two would’ve been enough. Asleep. Not dead.

I like both talk downs, but Style managing it from across the room was great.

Yes, please, blackmail the shit out of him.

“I never go back on my word.” The fuck you don’t, Cap. How many times did you pull up Kant’s records AGAIN to make him do your dirty work?

“Five years will go by in a flash.” It will. Because this is TV.

Fadel choosing to just hug Style for ten minutes <3

Dad immediately jumping to ‘get married’ is great

I would love going to a kids museum.

“You gonna propose to me on a mountain?” “MAYBE”

Oh but I would also LOVE this paint game

This isn’t acting. This is Joong and Dunk having fun.

“Only Bison will mourn me.” The music shifting to ‘wtf’ music right along with Style's face was great.

Forehead kiss is cute.

‘Style, you don’t have to wait for me.’ Style is gonna throw a candle at your face.

Style’s words said ‘Let’s eat. I’m getting hungry.’ But his voice said ‘if we keep talking, I’m gonna cry.’

Fadel’s crying either way.

The worry isn’t about the tattoo being ugly, you two. It’s about putting the ink too deep or hitting something you shouldn’t.

There is NO WAY Bison made that tattoo. Also, those tattoos would not look that nice right after being made. WHY ARE YOU LAYING ON YOUR TATTOOS? They could’ve easily had these two lay on their other arms, but noooo.

Aw, I like this final song.

The Heart Killers, ep 12:

I wonder why some inmates wear blue and some wear brown.

I am so nervous about Kant’s plan.

Captain Albino coughing out “Say what?” was funny

Fadel chooses fixing cars. Edit: I knew it!!!!!

The guys getting jobs teaching vocational skills at the prison is SO MUCH BETTER than I expected. Whew.

What is it about the way Bison and Kant are flirting that gives me the heeby jeebies. Edit: I think it’s because they’re always so in view of others with their flirting, while Style and Fadel do it behind a car or something.

I wish they’d changed the guys’ outfits between shots, to make these sexual encounters look like different visits throughout the year.

“Don’t count me in if you do that [escape through the sewer]. That’s positively unhygienic.” XD

I really like this ‘Sis’ and I wish only good things for her. You know. Once she's out of jail.

Fadel is so ready to give up what makes him happy because he thinks he’s not worth it.

He’s not buying a car. He’s buying a restaurant. ;D

Awwww, Babe. Getting his brother’s name tattooed~

Style is not telling Fadel what he’s doing because Fadel doesn’t like promises you can’t keep.

Oh. Two year time skip.

Do tattoo artists make that much money in Thailand that Kant can talk like he’s independently wealthy?

This dude holding a gun at dinner looks like Suradech from Peaceful Property.

The shift from ‘murdering Lily’ to ‘I love being in your arms’ is wow

Heart Burgers <3

They’re getting their Iceland trip~ I hope it’s the right time of year for Northern Lights.

The fact that they definitely went to Iceland for some of these shots but other shots are definitely green screen is hilarious.

Fadel, he is driving! XD

Something I really like from is that Fadel (idk about Bison) doesn't blink when he shoots. That's a nice detail. It suggests he's fired a lot of guns.

I’m not the biggest fan of Bison and Kant. As in, I don’t know that they’ll stay together or that they’re necessarily good for each other. But I see Style and Fadel in for the long haul. Maybe it’s because Style was always very up front about who he was and what he was after. The only thing he lied about was liking heavy metal, and everyone knew he was full of crap so it hardly counts. Kant and Bison said a lot of romantic stuff to each other, but Kant also lied about what he liked and didn't like. It feels more like Bison is in love with the idea of being in love and Kant checked every box of his fantasy.