#so i guess i have to be thankful that there was a thing that happened that made me sad instead of just Brain making bad chemical.

[flowrmoth]

tumblr decided to fuck with me today and post this while unfinished 2 TIMES. like okay girl I'm working on it jeez ✋🙄 tumblr sub!ellie enjoyer #confirmed.

this was supposed to be a short blurb but as usual i got carried away cus it was too fun to write lol. sub!ellie has been plaguing my mind I'M SICK (ovulating), enjoy. also @hypnagogics thank u tvin for the idea and encouragement

warnings: smutty smut smut, bottom sub!ellie yum, praise, use of sex toy, written at like 1 am excuse any grammar mistakes

MDNI!!!

"What the fuck are those?"

A mysterious black box sits in between your red-headed friend and you, perched on top of the couch you're both currently lounging on. You've been busy these past couple of days, to say the least, after discovering a certain shop on your patrol. The lone mall you came across outside of town was surely filled to the brim with supplies, you thought as you entered, exploring different stores and rooms when something bright colorful and caught your eye.

A neon pink sign reading "Lovehoney" flickered above a shop you've never seen before; it looked half-empty, with just a few lonely mannequins posing in the window, their bodies clad in nothing but mismatched, lacy underwear. Intriguing.

You swore you would only take one, maybe two...fuck it, three. Oh, but the rainbow one is so pretty. Whatever. You honestly did not know how it happened, but that day you carried home at least 5 sex toys. They were all different sizes, shapes, colors, intended for different purposes. Obviously, you picked up a stack of batteries you found behind a counter, hidden away behind some dirty magazines (you took those too), and a harness, just in case. Okay fine, some lingerie as well.

In that box, which your dear friend Ellie was looking at and referring to, were those exact sex toys. You try not to laugh as you look at her confused face, snickering at her question.

"Els, seriously? You don't know what these are?" you ask her, holding up a purple vibrator.

"Yes, seriously. I-I mean, I have a few guesses, but..." Ellie says, pink blush evident on her cheeks, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip in curiosity.

"What are they, hm?" you tease her, finding this a little too funny.

"...sex toys of some kind?"

"Bingo! Look how many I managed to snag, and they all work!" You happily say, gesturing at the bundle in front of you. Well, what else were you supposed to do in your free time? Of course you tested out every single one.

"They all...work?" she breathed out.

Shit, did you say that out-loud? You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you look away, putting the toy back into the box. "Yeah... Yeah, they work...pretty well. I mean, don't worry! They're all thoroughly washed." Seriously?

A pause ensues and you think you fucked this up. Great, Ellie's gonna think you're a fucking weirdo now. Seriously, who shows their friend their sex toys? Weirdos probably, that's who.

Just before you were about to spew an array of apologies, your eyes suddenly snap to the girls hand as she slowly picks up a pink vibrator, a big, microphone shaped thing, and examines it, curious eyes flickering over the plastic. Okay, you're good. She doesn't hate you.

"I've never even fucking seen one of these. Jesus, how does— how does it work?" the cute furrow of her brows makes you smile as her hands spin the toy around, tracing the small buttons on the side.

"You're really asking me?"

Ellie scoffs, putting her hands up in defense. "What the fuck do I know? Just...never seen one before, so..."

God, she was cute, and clueless. You've never seen her this flustered, she even refuses to make eye contact.

You scoot closer to her, positioning your hands on her shaky ones as you place her finger on the 'ON' button.

"You press this and," she presses it lightly and the toy starts to buzz, which adorably startles her, "it does that, but here you can change the intensity. See?" You move her finger down, pushing it a couple of times to show her all of the different settings.

Hot, short breaths fan the side of your face and you can see in her gaze that she's intrigued, likely curious to what it would feel like. Before you catch yourself, you blurt out, "You can borrow it, ya know?"

Another pause.

"Sorry, I—"

"No, no, that's—"

Ellie sighs, furrowing her face as she feigns nonchalance, "I was gonna say it's not— you don't have to... I mean, I don't even fucking know how to use the thing, so... Like, the fuck do you even do with it, I don't—" she stops, looking at the pink toy again, "Whatever, just, yeah." She swiftly places it back in the box and scratches her neck, red cheeks and wide eyes.

Oh.

You think for a second.

Well, a friend would explain it to her; the placement, speed and all that. But, a very good friend would offer to show her, right? That's just what good, amazing friends do. Exactly. Definitely not because you've been absolutely dying to fuck her for months now, somehow always missing the chance to make a move. This was your in.

Fuck it.

"Uh, want me to show you?"

Beads of sweat gather at the nape of your neck, while sharp breaths brush against it in quick succession. Red hair tickles your cheek and your shoulder burns hot from the girl in front of you, her weak, warm body slumped on your chest.

"Oh, fu— fuck." Ellie rasps, her moans whiny and a bit shy as she gets used to the foreign feeling on her lower half.

Your hand sneaks its way under her shirt, quick fingers finding her pink, pebbled nipples, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. In the other hand, the pink vibrator buzzes softly against the girls clothed core as you hold it in place, slowly trailing it up and down.

"Feels good?" you whisper into her ear and she nods, more eager than ever.

"Y-yeah, yeah, feels good." she's breathy and fidgety, but most of all, wet.

Wet, wet, wet. Fucking soaked. So much so, that you can hear it, even with the toy pressed up against her damp boxers, the color turning a few shades darker.

So, you press a bit harder, just to see her squirm in your hold, her tattooed hand coming up to squeeze your bare thigh and legs spreading a bit farther apart.

"Holy shit, please—"

"Please what, hm?"

God, were you enjoying this. Seeing the girl who half of fucking Jackson was afraid of, melt like absolute putty in your hands. Hearing her moans and pleas, feeling her warm touch on your skin, it was almost enough to send you over the edge. You would've never guessed she was a beggar, though, that was a nice surprise.

You smile into her hair, kissing her shiny temple. "Please what? Use your words." And she barely returns a coherent moan back. You already got her falling apart and you just started.

Ellie squeezes your thigh once more, bucking up her shaky hips off of the couch, "Can I take them off? Please? Please, please, please." The tip of her nose nuzzles your neck, the slightest touch sending shivers down your spine. Her desperation only fuels you more.

You chuckle. Oh, you were gonna ruin her.

"Only good girls get what they want, are you a good girl, hm?"

The toy trails up and down, pausing just where she needs you the most before continuing its path to her aching hole. It pushes and prods until her pretty moans slip past her swollen lips, getting muffled in the skin of your neck. You stop, lifting up the buzzing vibrator, just to drop it down again when you see her writhe beneath you.

"Yes, fuck, I'm being good, I swear!" Ellie mutters out and you can hear the slight hesitation in her trembling voice, this not being her usual role in the bedroom. Only a few have made it to this stage, her usual strong and somewhat quiet demeanour showing a totally different side to her.

But this, this side she doesn't let out often. This was absolutely different than any other hook up she's ever had. Hell, even Ellie herself wouldn't have guessed this is where she would end up tonight — on her friends worn-down couch practically, no, full on begging to get properly fucked.

A soft kiss is placed on your neck, just below your ear, your skin tingling from the sudden contact. She follows it by placing a few more sloppy ones, quivering moans slipping out in between. This was some sort of Ellie's way of bribing you, telling you to just take off her sticky undergarments and let her feel everything, she's been good so far, right? She deserves her reward.

"Please—" Ellie whimpers, so softly, so desperately that you barely catch it. You figure she's had enough.

"You can take 'em off. Slowly." You steadily take the toy off of her, a translucent string of slick sticking to it as you lift it up.

Holy fuck.

She was absolutely killing you.

Ellie nods, inserting her clammy hands into the waistband of her black boxers, slowly and painfully sliding them down her trembling legs. She returns to her position, thighs open so wide she would be embarrassed if she wasn't so fucking turned on. You take this as an invitation to continue and you place the pink vibrator just above her sensitive bud, testing out if she's ready as you massage her skin.

"That's it, good girl. You're being so good for me right now. You ready?" Fuck, you're shaking just as much as her and you're not even the one being touched.

"I'm-I'm ready. Mhm!" Ellie's almost unintelligible, babbling into your neck as she cranes her head to see your hand working its magic as it inches down.

As per her request, you lower the toy on her clit, starting off with small circles as you let her get used to the intense feeling. Ellie groans out, relieved that you finally let her have it. Finally, she feels the full effect of the pink toy that's been teasing her for the past half an hour. She's surprised she even lasted that long.

"Fuuuuu— Feels so good. Don't stop, please! Don't stop, holy shit—"

The sounds that fill the room are obscene, dirty, so fucking filthy. Wet squelches, whiny groans and curses fill up your ears and you swear you can feel everything you're giving her, almost on the edge yourself.

The vibrator continues to buzz deliciously against her swollen clit as you run your hand down her heated body, occasionally stopping to grope at her pretty tits and feel her quiver and babble in your hold. You can sense that she's close, needing that one final push.

"You close, hm? You gonna be good and come for me?"

Ellie, as good as ever, nods at your questions, eager to finally feel her release. As much as she was impatient, she wouldn't have it any other way.

No one else but you.

Her hips rock against your hand as you match up her speed, her pace messy and faltering as she chases her long-awaited high. Her breathing picks up and she moans louder than before, so near her peak it's almost painful — almost like she's waiting for your much needed approval.

"You can come, baby." You nod, voice hushed as you watch her with blown out pupils.

And she does, she comes so hard she could swear she's in another dimension. The orgasm hits Ellie hard and fast, her moans chocked up and high-pitched, plump lips open and brows creased — you could come just from the sight. Her weak hands grip your own, pale knuckles turning a shade lighter from the tight hold she has on you.

You, of course, talk her through it. "Good girl. My good girl. You did so well, you know that?"

After a string of curses and a couple of seconds later, Ellie comes down from her high, instinctively closing her trembling thighs around the vibrator placed between her legs and panting as she wipes the shiny sweat off her forehead.

"Holy fucking shit. That was— Fuck..." She pants, still meekly holding your thigh with one hand as she pushes the toy away from her, her aching pussy still overly sensitive for more. As much as you would love to overstimulate her, you decide to save that for another time, another lesson perhaps.

"Good? Bad? Never again?" You chuckle softly, feeling satisfied with yourself as you caress her auburn hair, weak fingers threading through her damp locks.

Ellie lets out a breathy laugh, "It was amazing, never felt anything like it. Shit."

A few moments of silence pass as you lay in each others arms, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Your sticky limbs tangled and your bodies sweaty as you match your breathing to Ellie's, cheek pressed on the top of her head.

"You know," you whisper in her ear, "you were being such a good girl, I'm up for some more..."

You were in for a long night.

[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ GDRAGON AS A FATHER

୨ৎ pairing: father!jiyong x fem reader

୨ৎ genre: quite soft, quite fluffy, and emotional!

୨ৎ from myeong: hi!! so happy to receive this adore request and I’ve been so excited to get to it! I hope you can enjoy this and seeing a dad jiyong would be the cutest ever!! ): such a sweetheart x

jiyong will be the most softest, caring, sweetest, loving, supportive, and genuine father ever!!!!!!!!!!

does not care about whether the first baby will be a boy or a girl all he cares about is having a healthy child that he can help him become a better person.

enjoys letting the baby hold his finger and takes at least a dozen photos even when you tell him it’s a bit pointless to have so many of the same photos.

“it’s not! what if something happens to the first few I took then I need to have more for backup!”

jiyong will be extremely overprotective and if a family member wants to hold the baby he has to be near to watch and make sure everything is okay.

“see that precious smile? that’s because of me.”

you’ll give him this look and he then of course adds you in and thanks you for helping in the creation of the baby and why he/she is just so beautiful. aww

“do you think he’ll/she’ll look more like me or look more like you as they get older? I’m so curious.”

jiyong will kiss you and tell you to go back to sleep while he takes care of the baby during the night. he knows you need all the rest you can get for being up most of the day with the baby. he’s very caring.

spoils the child rotten but also makes sure that he or she has the best manners even at such a young age, teaching basic skills and always showing the baby how much he loves you for everything you do.

as the child gets older it only makes jiyong slightly panic because he wanted so badly for the baby to stay little forever but of course it doesn’t work that way so he spends extra time filming for memories.

“one sec! let me take this last picture.. alright I got it. gosh.. she/he looks so perfect thanks to us.”

when it’s just the three of you jiyong sometimes gets emotional and talks about how much he’s always wanted a family like this and he still can’t believe he finally has one after so many years.

takes family time very seriously. he’ll cut everyone off who’s not interested in including you and the baby. he doesn’t have time for any of that stuff.

jiyong will want matching pjs, shoes, jewelry, hats, glasses, etc etc with the baby and you. he looks at it like family goals and thinks it’ll complete the fam.

“guess what? I learned how to make this dish! do you think he/she will like it? it has all of his/hers favorite things in it! the broccoli is what sold me.”

jiyong is obsessed with taking you and the baby to the park every chance that he gets. he’ll ask if you want to go if the weather is nice and gets the big bag ready full of snacks, drinks, and toys for the baby in case he/she gets a little bored there.

he likes to plan little trips as a family. the zoo and aquarium being at the top of the list because in his mind it’s so important to experience these types of things with the baby as a very close family. cute ):

allows you to have time to yourself since being a mom is a very tough job so he’ll take the baby and shop around for the day or hang out at the studio while he/she plays and snacks on yummy snacks.

“are you having fun with dada? I know you are.”

if you’re away at work or he’s allowing you time away for yourself like said before then he’ll send you so many selcas that he takes of him and the baby asking if you’d like this as your wallpaper.

“thank you for giving me my perfect little one.”

jiyong loves falling asleep with the baby even when he/she starts to get older he’ll take bedtime very seriously and read he/she a book while slowly falling asleep. next thing you know he’s asleep with he/she in bed and it’s the cutest thing ever!!!

long story short he’s a perfect father to your baby.

[caitified]

I'm so in love with your writing 😭 could you please do KM x reader on honeymoon with kate being so clingy and touchy?

HONEYMOON

KATE MARTIN X READER

comments: thank you, love you!

warnings: a little suggestive

you met kate martin at iowa. you were both fresh into college, navigating the newness of it all—the campus, the basketball team, the expectations. you weren’t even on the same path at first. she was the confident, easy-going upperclassman with this cool, natural charisma that made her impossible to ignore, and you were the quiet, focused rookie, determined to prove yourself.

she was impossible to miss, though. the way her long blonde hair was always pulled into that perfect messy ponytail, like she didn’t even have to try. her blue eyes that always seemed to catch you staring across the court, sparkling like she knew something you didn’t. you were drawn to her—how could you not be? she carried herself with this effortless confidence, but it wasn’t cocky. she made everyone feel like they mattered, especially you.

things started slow. late-night talks in her car after practice. her teasing you during drills, flashing you that lopsided grin that made your heart race. subtle touches on the court—her hand brushing yours, her arm slung casually around your shoulders in the locker room, like it was the most natural thing in the world. by the time your second season rolled around, you were hers, and she was yours.

fast forward a few years, and now she’s your wife. your wife. it still feels surreal, the way those words roll off your tongue.

the wedding was small, intimate, just the way you wanted it. her vows had you in tears, and you could barely get through your own because her big hands were holding yours so tightly, grounding you and making you feel safe in a way only she could. and now you’re here, on your honeymoon, tucked away in a villa overlooking the ocean in greece, and kate hasn’t let go of you since the plane landed.

she’s always been touchy, always had to have her hands on you in some way—an arm around your shoulder, a hand on your thigh, her fingers brushing the back of your neck—but now it’s like she can’t bear to have even a single inch of space between you.

you’re lying on the lounger by the pool, a book resting in your lap, the sun casting golden light across your skin. kate’s sprawled across you, her head tucked into the crook of your neck, her long legs tangled with yours. her fingers trace lazy patterns over your stomach, occasionally dipping under the edge of your swimsuit just to feel your skin. her hands are big and warm, and they make you feel so small in the best way.

“kate,” you murmur, though your voice is barely more than a whisper. “you’re heavy.”

“you love it,” she mumbles, her voice muffled against your neck, her breath warm against your skin.

she’s right. you do.

“what happened to giving me space?” you tease, though your free hand slides up to tangle in her hair, nails gently scratching her scalp.

“space?” she pulls back just enough to look at you, her blue eyes soft and full of mischief. “baby, we just got married. you’re stuck with me forever. i don’t think ‘space’ is in the contract.”

her grin is infectious, and you find yourself laughing, the kind of laugh that feels deep and warm, like the sun on your skin. she presses a quick kiss to your lips, and then another, because one is never enough for her.

“besides,” she adds, settling back into her spot against you, “you’re way too pretty to leave alone. i have to protect you.”

“protect me from what?”

���anyone who looks at you for too long,” she says, her voice light but tinged with a possessiveness that makes your stomach flip.

you roll your eyes, but your heart betrays you, swelling at how openly she loves you. it’s always been like this with kate—no games, no second-guessing. just her, all in, unapologetic in the way she holds you close and makes you feel wanted.

later, when the sun dips below the horizon and the villa is bathed in soft candlelight, you’re curled up on the couch with her, a glass of wine in one hand and her other hand—big and warm—wrapped around yours. she’s pressed so close to you it’s like she’s trying to fuse herself to your side, and you don’t mind one bit.

“do you think people get tired of each other this fast?” you ask, half-joking.

she leans in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “if they do, we’re not people.”

it’s such a kate thing to say, and you can’t help but turn your head to kiss her, slow and deliberate, letting her know without words that you feel the same way.

when you pull back, her blue eyes are soft, her usual playfulness replaced with something deeper. “i love you,” she whispers, her voice almost reverent.

“i love you too,” you reply, and it feels like the easiest thing you’ve ever said.

she doesn’t say anything else after that, just pulls you closer, her touch warm and steady, her presence grounding. and in that moment, with her wrapped around you and the sound of the waves in the background, you think there’s no place in the world you’d rather be.

thanks for reading! requests open.

[nmr0709]

Lucid dreaming

Aka Caleb's standard myth

Spoilers:

First off- why did every myth not have a satisfactory ending?! Infold, you'll put every single girl in depression. I wasn't over Sylus's dragon myth and then this?

Onto main-

MC visits Skyhaven, for a mission with Farspace fleet .

Caleb is super smart. Hell, he'll give even Dr.Zayne a run for his money. Fucking sly fox this guy is.

He guesses her purpose, invites him over to his place.

Beautiful house. Beautiful place.

Long story short, he's nominated as a new Commander of Tuum fleet, with the previous commander and soldiers being placed under him. MC is there to investigate this and he gives her the files for clearance.

MC notices that things ain't adding up. People who were hostile, after medical examination are now docile. Before she can catch one person, Caleb comes in with food and tells her he has a meeting.

Caleb- knows MC better than she knows herself. And has planned down 20 steps ahead of her. Never give this man chess to play. He'll wreck everyone hands down.

Cue MC snooping around( again) and getting caught( again). Really girl? Really? Why the hell .... There's a reason you're on field and never in covert ops..but Pls Learn Subtlety

She manages to steal a chip and access his files before being revoked access and Caleb confronts her. Says either you be happy and stay out of this mess or I'll be dragged to HQ and questioned.

At this point- Caleb is shady af. Like so shady he makes Sylus pale in comparison.

Next up mega banquet to celebrate Caleb's promotion.

Caleb is attacked by the previously demoted colonel and company, he sends MC away to safety while he deals with them.

Guy has no qualms about manipulating her just so she can stay safe?! Like red flag but also green?

MC waiting for him realises she's been duped, and self implants a chip without him knowing.

The man that he is- goes to her- tells her she is his forever- and faints in her arms.

Guy is scary fine but absolutely down for her. Like yandere tendencies and controlling and possesive...gurl you down bad for him? It's toxic but...idk at this point. She enables him a lot ngl

Next- Caleb faints, has a seizure, and loses all his memories thanks to his chip

MC- she plays him and tells him he is hers. Gives no in lination of telling him anything about his lost memories. ( GURLL WHATT?!!)

They go to an amusement park- she faints thanks to her chip- turns out Caleb had all his memories and was playing her.

What in the 5D chess is this??!! Caleb my man. My amazing hunk of revived corpse and flesh. Wut. I'm shook. But very very impressed with your tactics ngl. Extremely well played.

MC is taken to infirmary to get her chip removed forcefully - she will lose her memories but will retain some recall of it.

cue her throwing a fit- refusing it- Caleb somehow convincing her ( slight gaslighting?)

She's done with him. Removes his tie and coat.

Those bite marks on his hand? Hers. Apparently he gives her his hand everytime she's sick so that she doesn't accidently bite her own tongue off. ( So sweet man but don't distract me)

MC is ultimately forced to have the chip removed. Has little recollection of ehatvexactly happened on Skyhaven. And goes back.

End note-

Infold I will curate every single myth and play it on loop till you cry.

Point is- amazing amazing portrayal of Caleb and backstory. Human experimentation for the ultimate weapon, Caleb being chosen and put through it( not all details revealed yet in myth) , him being forced to give up his emotions and humanity and yet, he never forgets MC.

Caleb is the walking red flag of LADS but.. idk even at this point. Guy's like the morally grey character with a solid backstory and reasoning for it. Can't wait for more.

To the fans thinking Sylus is a red flag? Brothers and sisters, compared to this Bucky Barnes inspired persona, he's a green forest.

More on analysis and emo dump later.

Toodaloo!! And thanks for reading this monster of a post.

[theocddiaries]

[In Stone's café, Shadow brings the bill to Maddie, who is sitting with her children. He gives Sonic a piece of cake.] Shadow: On the house. Knuckles: Oh, nice! If I’d known we’d eat for free because you’re dating the waiter, I would’ve asked him out myself. Everyone: Shhh!! [They see Robotnik passing by with a box in his hands. He stops and looks at them after hearing the commotion. Maddie waves, and he nods in acknowledgment before leaving the café.] Tails: It’s not the meal that’s free; it’s just the piece of cake for Sonic. Knuckles: Ugh, it’s always Sonic! Why never me?! …Oh, right, because now you’re a couple… Everyone: Shhh! [Robotnik, comes back into the café, looks at their table suspiciously. They all give him fake smiles, and he continues on his way.] Shadow [in a low voice]: Knuckles, for the umpteenth time, you can’t say that here because Ivo and Mr. Stone don’t know. Knuckles: What? That you lost your voice? Sonic: That he’s dating me, knucklehead. Maddie: Sweetheart, trust me, you’ll feel better if you tell them. Shadow: No. They’re letting me live in their house; I can’t impose even more by telling them I’m dating Sonic. No offense. Sonic: None taken. Tails: But Maddie’s right. You don’t have to tell Eggman; you could tell Stone, and he could tell him for you. Knuckles: Who’s "he"? Stone or Robotnik? Robotnik [about to leave again]: What? Knuckles: What? Robotnik: Were you calling me? Knuckles: No. Robotnik: Oh. Knuckles: We were mentioning you. Robotnik: What??? Maddie: Yeah, because we wondered if one can order food to go here? Robotnik: The hell I know. Ask Stone, it’s his café. Sonic: Then what are you doing here all the time, coming in and out? Robotnik: What does it matter to you, little pest! [continues on his way] Shadow: Sonic, you’re not making it easier. [Robotnik comes back in, still holding a box.] Sonic: But what's he even doing? Knuckles: Wait. Does Robotnik know or not? And what is it we know? Because I’m-- Maddie: Knuckles, honey, remember this morning when you asked me if you could use the living room to do your training? Knuckles: Yes. Maddie: Well, you can. Let’s go. [gets up] Knuckles: Oh, yes! [jumps out of his seat]: Free food and a family training session, this is the best day of my life! [Tails gives Maddie a pleading look, but she just makes apologetic gestures as she ushers him away. Sonic and Shadow are left alone.] Sonic [stands up]: Look, if it helps, I think Stone will take it well and support you. And they’re not 'letting' you live with them. You’re part of their family; they won’t kick you out over something like this. And if it ever happens, which it won’t, you’re always welcome at my place, okay? [puts a hand on his shoulder] Shadow: Thanks-- Robotnik [approaching with Stone, still holding the box]: Shadow. [Shadow sweeps Sonic’s legs out from under him, making him fall, so it looks like he was holding his arm to keep him from falling.] Robotnik: How many times do I have to tell you to just let him fall? I deserve to laugh, too. Sonic: Eggman, why don't you go to hell? Robotnik: Later. Now, Stone and I want to tell Shadow something. Stone: Shadow… Um. Ivo and I are dating. Sonic: My condolences, Stone. Robotnik: Shut your mouth! Stone: Is that okay with you? Shadow: Yes. Sure. Stone: Really? [sighs]: That’s a huge weight off my shoulders. Robotnik: Mine too. [shows them the box, which is empty]: I've been walking with an empty box because I didn't know how to approach this. [sets it down] Stone: It’s best to just say it. We’re all family; we can’t keep such important things from each other. Shadow: …Right. Stone: Well, when you’re done with the tables, come help me prep the daily special, okay? Shadow: Sure, I’ll be right there. [Stone leaves with Robotnik.] Shadow: …I guess I have to tell them, don’t I? Sonic: It’s your call. But I’m glad you see Stone is trustworthy. Shadow: Hm… [grabs the box]: First, I’m going to take a walk with this and hope it helps me too.

[alpaca-clouds]

"I thought you wanted this!" Religious Zealotism in Castlevania

Something Castlevania Nocturne Season 2 made me think about a lot about is its relation to religious zealotism, and how generally speaking religious zealotism is a theme that has been around since the first season aired in 2017.

And there is one very interesting aspect to this: Only one character escapes the grasp of religious zealotism for good - at least from all we know. And that character is Isaac. (Though I guess we also can talk about Mizrak.)

The Bishop & Emmanuel

The unnamed Bishop, who gets killed by Blue Fangs in season 1 of the show, and Emmanuel both are Catholics. They are similar in their motivation - and yet also very different.

The Bishop is very self-righteous. He claims he is acting in the will of God, even though obviously nothing he is doing has actual basis in the bible - especially not in the New Testament, which I remind you does explicitly state that it does undo a variety of rules from the Old Testament. Lisa was in the end just helping people with knowledge that he did not understand, and he killed her for it. Even if her husband had not been Dracula, who then exacted revenge on humanity for it, probably killing thousands in the process, the bishop would have probably doomed quite a lot of people through it. People, who without Lisa's medicine would have died even without Dracula's genocide. We maybe should not give a whole lot on what Blue Fangs says, but generally speaking I think that his entire thing with "your work makes God puke" is not too far off. Still, the Bishop very much clearly had very successfully convinced himself that he was indeed doing God's bidding. Of course God never thanked him for it, and he - like most other people - eventually ended up being killed by Dracula's creatures.

In Nocturne then we have Emmanuel. I wrote about his motivation already. He is different from the Bishop in that he does not think fully that he is enacting God's direct will, but thinks he is still acting in the name of God. He thinks he works for God, if he stops the heretic Revolution and then also Erszebet. Still, he is of no illusion about the fact that his actions will eventually end him up in hell. It is still zealotism that makes him act like this, though. He is absolutely certain of the fact that he is doing what he is doing for heaven and for God. In this he has convinced himself to not even do the kind of Witchcraft that definitely is forbidden by scripture, as he makes a deal with what he thinks is a demon. But of course, just like other religious men before him, he absolutely is convinced that this is still for the greater good. (Insert obligatory Hot Fuzz reference here.)

And just like the bishop in season 1 of Castlevania, Emmanuel obviously eventually dies because of this, not finding protection through his religion.

Drolta

Drolta is quite interesting in regards to the religious Zealotism, because she is the kind of Zealot that we very rarely see in media.

I talked about it before: Western media at the very least tends to be iffy about depicting religion in any strong sense outside of the religion of a possible exorcist in a horror movie (which tends to be Catholicism, as to Americans apparently Catholicism is a very magic religion, I assume). If we see Zealots they are usually Christian or Muslim.

A kemetic Zealot is something I have never encountered. But indeed, Drolta is a very interesting character through this. I wrote about her motivations, too. Her religion at this point is close to being a dead religion. And then the religious community she has gets murdered around her. She is a member of a cult (aka someone from a polytheistic religion just praying to one of the many gods). And thus she prays for a sign from her goddess. And the first thing that happens after this is that a vampire comes in to feed of the dead bodies. So to Drolta this is the sign she has been waiting for. And she, who clearly is afraid to be ever helpless again, decides the goddess wants her to be a vampire.

Now, she knows her goddess to be dead, and herself now being undead, she also decides that the goddess must want this too. Undead immortality. And thus she starts to reason herself into believing this is, what she has to do. And when she finally is confronted by her goddess she cannot even comprehend, that this could not have been what the goddess has wanted. That indeed the goddess was not aware of what Drolta was doing.

Her case is of course quite interesting in that she indeed gets opposed by her goddess herself, rather than just facing defeat in the end.

Mizrak

Before we talk about Isaac, we should quickly chat about Mizrak, too. Because within this conversation of Zealotism Mizrak is quite interesting exactly for being very, very religious, but not a zealot. Mizrak's religious experience in fact is very much focused on his doubt and his guilt. Yes, he strongly believes in the Christian God and in Catholic doctrine. He see him pray several times, and he soothes himself by saying prayers. Yet, he very much is doubting what gets presented to him. While every other character in this list goes to further and further extremes in the name of their deity, excusing those crimes to themselves by telling themselves it is what the deity wants, Mizrak cannot do that.

Mizrak does not know what God wants, and he does not claim to know. He is in fact at times clearly doubting God, partially probably because of his own homosexuality. Doctrine at the time said, homosexuality was a test given to the people to test them and their devotion to God. But of course, someone thinking critically about this, cannot help but conclude that this means God is quite cruel to test some people like this, and not others.

However, the point for Mizrak gets reached, when Emmanuel is about to kill Maria in his Zealotism. No doctrine, and no religious scripture will convince Mizrak that it is right to kill or even endanger a child - no matter to what end. And this is the point where he concludes that even if this was what God wanted, he - Mizrak - in that case cannot want what God wants, and he will in the worst case stand against God's will, because his moral integrity is stronger than his religious zeal. (This is the reason I like this character so much.)

Isaac

Finally we have Isaac, who is very much interesting in this - mainly in that the show does not quite as clearly telegraph his religious zealotism, if you have not read Muslim scripture (and that is more than just the Qur'an). I have seen quite a lot of discussion about why Isaac is so perfectly happy to commit genocide, despite his deeply held religious believes. After all, religion in general has strong opinions about killing people, right? And even if we were to assume that God was alright with killing non-believers, or non-Muslims specificially, "killing all the people in the world" would definitely include quite a lot of Muslims, right?

If you have however read the scripture, there is enough answer to this question in Isaac's dialogue. He does quote and reference scripture more than once, and from this it becomes quite clear: Isaac believes that the prophecized end times have begun and that he has been chosen by God to enact His will to end humanity, so that all the humans can eventually be reunited with God in heaven. (Please note: While it depends on the flavor of Islam people follow, Islam in general has an idea more closely to Hinduism, in that souls that end up in hell will be punished until their soul is redeemed. While in Hinduism this means a soul is ready for reincarnation, in Islam it means the soul can finally ascent to heaven and it is God's goal that in the end all his children will be in heaven. Which is why Isaac references several times that "hell will be empty". In Isaac's view he pulls souls from hell to enact God's will, which will cleanse them and allow them to eventually ascent to heaven.)

Isaac however is interesting in comparison to the other zealots of the show, as he allows himself to be reached by reason. After the Captain, the shopkeeper and Miranda talk to him, he does eventually come around to the believe that not only he was on the wrong path, but also that his zealotism itself was a sin. Which allows him to stop from going further on this path, and rather choosing a different goal, in which he eventually does want to help people.

[atangledfate]

Dawn focused on the more heavily injured patients, those requiring stitches, or who might have internal bleeding. She was confident in letting the old lemur deal with less injured patients. Setting bones, or minor cuts and bruises. She was quick with her hands, and could easily stitch someone up in a quick motion. Using a numbing agent when she had to but she was hyper aware that it was running low. That she might have to resort to injections soon enough. But between the two of them they had the room nearly ready to be moved in a short amount of time.

" If they can be moved then we'll be moving them. But i get to make that call, most of these folk will be easy transfers. But there are a few at least that we won't risk moving. Doc's Orders "

She eyed the Phone and nodded and tugged out her little data pad, and grabbed the number from Twists phone. She could more easily transfer need to know info to the incoming medic once he arrived. Though she was hoping for a small team rather then any single person. Still she wouldn't snub her nose at any help at this point.

" Right, sent the data packet to them, hopefully that speeds things along... #1 will meet them at the entry way, so let's just keep working unless you need to meet them or something like that "

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Jewel felt like she was going to lose her lunch all over the Tenrec. Funny as it was she was kind of use to moving at high speeds. Between her own flight being rather zippy in movement and, Tangle's tossing her around as a kid. You'd think you'd be use to it! but this was way worse then anything tangle did to her and yet--- perhaps it was this reason that she was able to keep herself from making a mess on the floor! It was a close one but thankfully she kept her lunch where it belonged!

She gave the Tenrec a side eye and honestly she seemed like she grew up since last they spoke. She nodded to the Tenrec aware that she took a bump. Thankfully she was kind of armored by her chitin so the injury wasn't as serious as if she'd been a mammal.

" Yea... that's probably not a bad idea. I did get hit in the head by a building i guess..."

She laughed nervously though it was a joke to make light of how she could have died if not for Charmy and the two trouble makers.

" Thanks... and ... i know you and Kitsunami have always had a bit of a rocky reputation here at Restoration. But i've always believed in you both... i think this crisis only proves my faith was well founded. "

" No matter what happens today--- you'll always have a home here in restoration..."

Jewel stepped into the main room buzzing her wings as she gave a nod to Sonic and Kitsunami as she passed. Though paused near Belle and Miles as she didn't see Lanolin or any other commander near by it must have been more dire then she realized.

" I need a full Briefing... bring me up to speed. "

"Relax, I'm not say to just uproot everyone, though just to move as many as we possibly can without endangering anyone. I'm sure there are a couple who can still be moved, just not comfortably." Twist wasn't used to all this middle ground work as he was the sort of guy to just follow the orders he was given and execute them. The lemur still understood the importance of keeping the peace in times like this.

Twist didn't move quickly, deciding to take a moment to access all the injured and what he could do with his limit knowledge. The last thing he wanted to do was make any injures worse and make Dawn's job harder. The lemur settled on doing simple tasks. Popping in a dislocated joint, helping bandage some people up, and making a few quick splints. Simple tasks, though he was getting to a good amount of people so the nurse could focus on those with heavier injuries.

Twist would stop for a moment and pull out his phone to see a notification. The lemur finding one of the copies that wasn't too busy. "Here, the doctor is in the base, though figured you giving them all the details as they make their way here might help." Best to have someone who knew how things work inform the doctor of the situation.

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"Well, I tried to go slower than normal, though there's also a time crunch here." Surge wasn't used to having to drag someone around as Drippy can normally keep up with her for the most part, though it seemed even her best attempt not to move too fast didn't work as well as she thought. The tenrec was sure Jewel would have an upset stomach, though wanted to avoid causing dizziness. "Might be best you wait where people can see you. That dome of yours ain't looking too good and I don't think it could take bumping into anything." Hard not to notice that the beetle took a bit of a hit to the head, even if it doesn't look too bad.

"And I'm don't want to hear you argue," Surge said as she opened the door and waited for Jewel to enter the room first. The tenrec didn't want the beetle to get hurt as she knows first hand it can be a bit tricky walking around after you shake off from being dizzy. Best they're in eye view of everyone so if she makes a misstep by mistake someone can catch her or prevent her from hurting herself.

[genderqueerdykes]

I'm transfemme now, but back when I thought I was a guy or demi guy, I left tumblr years ago because of all the posts I saw that amounted to "men bad even if not cis", so... I kinda relate to what you and your followers feel, in my own way I guess.

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry this is still happening, and I'm so so glad you're calling it for what it is. Is there a way to support you?

Or more generally for transfemmes to fight transandrophobia as a whole? We have enough hate from the outside without it coming from within!

thank you so much for taking the time to send this ask i really appreciate it! i've actually had other transfemmes point this out, so thank you for giving me another chance to talk about it!

i'm sorry this happened to you. i would've left too, in your shoes. people don't understand that demiguys aren't just trans men or afab people. that still made you queer, but it didn't matter because you thought you were a guy. that's just so cruel. i can't think of any reason why that would be good or productive in any way. you should've been given time and a space to question. you should've been able to talk to ther people who understood you. you should've been able to take the time to figure yourself out

i've tried to point this out: man hating hurts transfemmes. a lot of transfemmes used to be cis men or another type of man. you need to give them time to question. we're forcing transfems to hurt up and transition right now or else they're not welcome. it's viewed as okay to be rude as hell to transfemmes who haven't fully pieced it together yet, never transition transfemmes, butch transfemmes, transfemmes who cant transition for safety reasons and so on. i don't get it

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry this is still happening, and I'm so so glad you're calling it for what it is. Is there a way to support you? Or more generally for transfemmes to fight transandrophobia as a whole? We have enough hate from the outside without it coming from within!

thank you so much for asking this! this is so kind i really appreciate it, it means a lot! i get a lot of important questions but i really like this one!

honestly most importantly is telling other transfemmes to unlearn their toxic masculinity & internalized misogyny. these two traits are rampant in certain transfemme spaces and it's really devastating. it's why this is happening to begin with. very specific transfemmes still have a lot of internalized toxic masculinity and hold trans men up to that standards. if they're not manly enough they get misgendered. a lot of transfemmes have internalized misogyny and instantly think that AFAB people and people perceived to be AFAB are dumb as bricks and it really shows. the more people who say hey this is misogyny and transandrophobia an it's really not making you look cool.

in general i'd say try to tell anyone who is man hating or going on about how easy it is for trans men, if it's not too painful, i would straight up tell people about how alienated you felt as a questioning guy. your experience matters and i'm sorry it was like that, but it has the power to make an impact on others. if it's too painful i understand, but helping people understand that it impacts so many people can help

i would point out that transfems rightfully so do not want transmascs speaking for them, and if that's expected of transmascs, then we gotta do the same and let them speak for themselves instead of talking for and over them. gently urge people to stop talking like they know what it's like to be a trans man just because they were raised and socialized as a cis man. its not the same as being socialized as a cis girl and living as a trans man

remind people that creating a term for transmasculine oppression helps the conversation become more visible, and that's a good thing. right now transmasculine erasure is at its peak and we need to stop saying that transandrophobia is simply just "transphobia," because then it gets lost in transmission and once again, we cannot refer to any kind of statistics to figure out just how many people transandrophobia affects. having a cat hiss reaction to trans men creating terms for their own oppression is genuinely hurting people

remind people that obsessing over who they hate is keeping them rooted in the past. they are not focusing on themselves. when someone is man hating they're focused on everyone but themselves. they can't get over the fact that some men have hurt them. the entirety of manhood is not what hurt them. it's never right to blame people who have not harmed you

i would tell people the existence of transmasculinity & trans manhood doesn't exist to mock transfemininity and trans womanhood. they are real experiences, and no they are not born from spite. there really are trans people out there who want to be men and mascs. try to discourage people from saying that transmascs and trans men are "cis girls looking for attention" at all costs.

anyways thank you so much for this ask i really appreciate it! i'm glad to know there are a lot of transfemmes out there who want to help and recognize this isn't helping. take care of yourself! please feel free to come back any time, i'd love to hear from you again

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 60

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Word Count: 2,660ish

Summary: Life continues to move along, as does Logan's feelings.

Notes: Things are moving along! Please share reactions! 

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“So, where are you thinking of applying?” You asked Laura as the two of you got ready to bed.

“Columbia and NYU,” Laura admitted, though you could hear her hesitation.

“Those aren’t far.”

“Well, I’m not willing to go far.”

“Laura—“

“No, mom. I want to go to college so I will, but I will not be going too far from you.”

Your heart swelled with pride. Yes, you hated that you felt like you were holding Laura back, but you were so proud of the woman she was becoming.

“I’m also thinking of getting a job,” Laura continued. “I don’t want all of my tuition to be on you.”

“I don’t mind, kiddo,” you told her. “You’re my daughter and I’m here to help. If you want me to be able to let you help me, you have to do the same.”

“Okay.”

You pulled her in for a hug. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, mom… I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

You kissed her temple as you pulled away. “Wanna have a slumber party tonight? Whip out a movie?”

“I’d love to. I’ll get the popcorn started.”

“And I’ll get the bed together.”

~~~

Logan had never been this nervous before, but for some reason he kept checking to make sure he looked presentable as he headed for your work. It was Logan’s turn to walk you home and he hadn’t gotten a chance to since he had started feeling different or enhanced emotions towards you. He didn’t know what these feelings meant or how to even handle them. He’d never felt emotions like these before, even with his original you.

With his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, Logan made his way down the street with a long stride. He wanted to get to the bar before it closed to help you clean up. You had been taking better care of yourself as well as letting others help you, no matter how hard it was for you. But Logan could still see the pain shining behind your eyes and he would do what he could to help.

When he entered the bar, Logan’s eyes immediately found you standing behind the counter. Though you were worn out from a long night of work, Logan felt like his breath was taken away at the sight of you. That had been happening more and more lately, how he found you gorgeous in every situation. Logan finally got his feet moving again, heading straight for you.

“Hey, doll,” he greeted, slipping into a stool in front of you.

“Logan,” you smiled at him. “You’re early.”

“Wanted to give you a hand in closing.”

You shook your head. “You don’t need to. I can do it.”

“I know. But I wanted to.”

Your chest tightened at the idea that Logan just wanted to help you. It wasn’t something new. He had done that basically since the day you met, but you would never get used to it. Especially after the years you had spent talking care of everyone else. Not that you minded taking care of others, it was just different to remember how to let others help you.

“What can I help you with?” He asked.

“Uh, I guess, uh, can you grab a rag and wipe down the empty tables?”

“Of course.”

“They’re back here and there’s cleaner with them.”

“Okay.” 

Logan slipped off the stool and quickly got to work. You finished up helping the last few customers, closing out their tabs, and then locking the door and turning off the open sign. 

“Do the chairs and stools need to be stacked?” Logan asked, wiping them down as well as he moved from table to table.

“Yeah, on the tables and bar,” you replied.

Logan nodded and began putting the stools and chairs up. You focused on closing out the register and doing the dishes while Logan finished wiping everything down, sweeping, and mopping. Your closing duties were done in half the time, which you were grateful for.

“Thank you for helping me,” you told Logan as the two of you headed back to the apartments.

“Anytime, doll,” he answered.

You bit your bottom lip at the term of endearment and focused your attention on the path ahead. “How was work today?”

“Fine,” he shrugged.

“Yeah? Make any friends yet?”

“Don’t need to. Just workin’ on cars.”

“We’ve had this discussion, Logan. Friends are good for you.”

“I have friends, just not at work.”

“Who?”

“Wade.”

You laughed. “I can’t believe that you’re admitting that.”

“Better not find out that you told him.”

“Yeah?” You looked over at him with a hint of mischief. “And what would happen if I told him?”

“I don’t think you want to know, darlin’.”

You hummed. “Well, maybe I’ll just have to tell Wade and see what happens.”

“Try it.”

“Okay.” 

Suddenly, you were running down the street. It took a second for Logan’s mind to catch up with what you were doing. 

“Hey! Wait!” He shouted after you. “Y/N!”

You laughed. “Gotta catch me before I tell Deadpool that Wolverine thinks they’re friends!”

Logan was able to catch up with you quickly, hooking his arms around you and pulling you back into him. Both of you were laughing in front of the apartment building as Logan held you close to him.

“Got you,” he chuckled, his lips brushing against your ear.

The close proximity had you catching your breath. Your laughter slowly faded as you tried to recall the last time you laughed and felt relaxed the way you just did. It had been far too long.

“You alright?” Logan noticed the shift and reluctantly let you go.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, unwilling to meet his gaze. “I’m fine.”

His brows pinched together as his concern grew. “I don’t believe it, darlin’. Talk to me.”

You sighed, keeping your eyes down. “It’s just… thank you.”

Those were not the words that Logan was expecting to hear. “For what?”

“For taking care of me and Laura. For making me smile and laugh. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this relaxed… like I’m not surviving, but… living. You’ve been a big part in that. And I just need to thank you.”

Logan thought he could melt right there. Everything he had ever done for you was always worth it, but now he felt like it was worth it times a million now. He was actually helping, making a positive difference, and it was for you.

“You’re, uh, welcome,” he mumbled, nervously. “But it’s all really no big deal.”

“It is to me,” you responded.

The two of you stood there, a thick awkward silence falling between you. Neither of you knew what to do or say next. Logan suddenly broke the tension by clearing his throat and scratching the back of his neck.

“We should, uh, get home,” Logan said.

“Yeah,” you nodded. You took a step forward and winced.

Logan was quickly at your side, a hand to the small of your back. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. Are you hurt?”

“I guess that I shouldn’t have ran like I did. Haven’t done that in a while.”

“So you’re in pain?”

“It’s not bad, Logan. I can— ah!” Logan swept you up into his arms and headed into the apartment complex. “I can walk.”

“Not until we get some medicine in you, darlin’.”

You sighed, allowing yourself to relax against him. It wasn’t worth arguing with him. Logan carried you to your apartment.

“I need you to put me down now, Logan,” you said. “I need to unlock the door and I don’t want to worry Laura.”

“Fine,” he huffed.

Logan set you down but kept a hand on your back. He leaned over and pushed the door open as soon as you unlocked it. Laura was working on the laptop at the kitchen table when the to of you walked in. She had taken to staying up, waiting for you, too. 

“Hey, mom,” she greeted. “Logan. Thanks for getting her home safely.”

“No problem, kid,” he responded with a nod.

“I’m not a child, you know,” you commented, rolling your eyes. “But I am tired.” You turned and set your hand on Logan’s arm, rubbing your thumb against his jacket. “Thanks again, Lo.” You turned and walked to Laura, kissing her head. “Goodnight, kiddo.”

The two watched as you disappeared down the hall and into your bedroom. 

“Do you need anything, kid, before I head out?” Logan wondered.

“I heard the two of you,” she stated quietly.

“What?”

“The window was open. I heard the two of you laughing.” Logan nodded, opting to remain silent to let Laura continue. “Thank you. I don’t think I’ve heard her laugh before like that… But… be careful. Don’t hurt her.”

“I’d never do that.”

“That’s what my father said, yet he still did.”

“What do you mean?”

Laura sighed. “Please don’t tell her I said anything… He left her and took Charles when he had his first seizure… Mom told me that he promised that she’d never be homeless like she was before everything. She ended up homeless and alone until she found him again… All I’m asking is for you to not make promises that you can’t keep. Don’t make promises and then walk away. She won’t be able to survive it again.”

Logan was taken by surprise. He clearly didn’t know your whole story, which was fine, but he had put your husband—the other him—on this pedestal. Though it was clear that he had even let you down at one point or another. He wasn’t going to let himself to the same thing.

~~~

“Alright! I’ve got the popcorn!” Wade exclaimed as he plopped down in the chair beside the couch. 

You were already sitting down, curled up with a blanket with Laura on one side of you. Logan walked into the room and noticed that there was an empty spot on the other side of you. He wanted to sit by you but he didn’t know if he should.

“Peanut!” Wade shouted as he reached over and patted the open seat next to you. “Saved you a spot.”

Logan’s eyes flickered your way to see you already looking at him with a soft smile. Tension eased from his shoulders as he walked over and sat beside you. He squished himself into the arm, trying not to overcrowd you.

“I’ve chosen the best movie for tonight!” Wade continued. “It’s a love story. There’s a bit of time travel. And a handsome hunk of a man.”

“What’s the movie?” You giggled at Wade.

“Kate and Leopold.”

“Never heard of it.”

“It’s probably trash,” Laura commented. “Wade never picks good movies.”

Wade gasped dramatically, hand falling over his heart. “You wound me, Little Wolf! I only choose masterpieces! And you will see that this is no exception.” 

Wade quickly clicked the movie on and flipped the lights off. You glanced over at Logan, noticing that he seemed to be awkwardly pushing himself into the corner. You leaned over.

“I don’t bite,” you whispered.

“What?” Logan’s head snapped to look at you.

“You’re sitting so far away. Relax. I’m not scared of a little touch. Here.” You tugged at his arm and he moved closer to you. Then you untucked the large blanket that was laying on top of you and Laura and laid it on Logan’s lap. “There. All better.”

“Thanks,” Logan muttered.

The four of you fell silent as your focuses fell to the movie. You were enjoying the movie, but you couldn’t help but think that the actor playing Leopold—Hugh Jackman—was cute.

“Hey!” Wade suddenly interrupted. “Don’t you think that that Hugh Jackman guy looks like our Peanut here?”

“Oh my gosh,” you mumbled, eyes widening.

“What?” Logan questioned, confused. “No, he doesn’t.”

“Yeah, okay, he has less hair in this and is definitely skinnier, but the two of you could be twins!” Wade continued.

“I’m sorry, Lo,” you said, placing a hand on his arm. “I’m afraid Wade is right.”

“See!”

“Whatever,” Logan scoffed. “Just watch the movie.”

The movie continued with Wade’s comments here and there. Your eyes began to grow tired and your bead began to bob. Logan noticed. His arm slipped onto the back of the couch as he leaned close to your ear.

“It’s okay, darlin’,” he whispered. “Just relax and fall asleep.”

“I’m not tired,” you mumbled, words slurring.

Logan couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. “Bullshit. Just lean back and fall asleep.”

After a moment, you nodded and allowed yourself to lean against Logan. It didn’t take long before you were sound asleep against him. Logan kept his arm along the back of the couch until your body began slipping and he quickly wrapped his arm around you to keep you still. You needed your sleep, Logan knew that, and he wasn’t going to allow anything to get in your way.

You slept through the rest of the movie, snuggled into Logan’s side. When the movie ended, Laura got up and moved to stand in front of you.

“I can take her,” Laura offered quietly.

“I got it,” Logan responded. He carefully maneuvered you into his arms and stood up. Laura led the way as Logan carried you to bed. He tucked you in and pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, doll.” 

Logan walked out, wishing Laura goodnight, and headed for the roof. He lit a cigar and let it sit between his lips. It was beginning to dawn on him that the emotions he was feeling and the thoughts he was having meant that his feelings for you were growing more romantically. Logan didn’t want to push you into something, especially as it was clear that you were still dealing with the love and loss of your husband. Your wedding ring never left your finger and the dog tags rarely left your neck. He also hated the idea of losing your friendship. The two of you were finding something new in your friendship and Logan was enjoying it. 

Despite whatever may come of Logan’s emotions, he knew one thing for sure. Logan wasn’t going to walk away from what he found here with you, Laura, and Wade.

~~~

Logan was tired as he trudged into the apartment after work the next day. When he opened the apartment, Logan found Wade preparing his weapons as he stood in the center of the room with his Deadpool suit on.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Logan asked.

“I have a possible lead on something that could help our Little Flame,” Wade stated, focusing on his task to prepare his weapons.

“What? And you were just gonna leave?”

“Awe, so glad to know that you’d miss me, Peanut. But I did leave a wonderful note on your pillow with a few pictures of me just in case.”

“Wilson. What did you find?”

“Nope, my lips are sealed.” He pretended to zip up his lips and throw away the key. 

“Well then just wait and I’ll go with you.”

“No can do, Peanut. You need to stay with Little Wolf and Buttercup. They need to be watched over in my absence and you, though you are not that qualified, are the only one I trust.”

“Fine. Can you at least tell me what you’re chasing after?”

“You can’t get their hopes up. But I’ve been doing some digging and I’m going back to the TVA. There are more Y/N’s out there and at least one of them has to have dealt with a similar issue. I’m gong to do my research and see what can be done.”

“Wow… that plan’s not terrible.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence, Peanut.”

“Keep me in the loop.”

“I will try. And don’t let our Mama and Daughter Duo get into too much trouble. I won’t be long.”

“Good luck, Wade.”

next chapter >

[amphibiahawks321]

Fem alastor x angle reader that was her husband when she was alive

Charlie : I've never seen Alastor... This quiet before...

[Husk sipping his drink]

Husk : She just found out her husband is gonna visit the hotel, she's an absolute pain in the ass but I can't blame her....

[Cut to Alastor that seems to be pacing slowly in the lounge, her with a grin that seems to have a hint of.... Nervousness]

Charlie : why doesn't she seem excited, she always talks about how Y/N was such a loving person!

[Husk shrugs, muttering under his breath]

Husk : Guess even the Radio Demon has her soft spots, Who knew....–

[The door suddenly creaks open, an angelic figure steps in, his presence immediately draws attention as he is astonished by the hotel's decor]

[Charlie immediately walks up to Y/N and starts shaking his hand viciously]

Charlie : You must be Y/N! It's an absolute pleasure meeting you!

AngelM!Reader : Chuckles.... The pleasures all mine!

Angel : Well, well, would ya look at that! Heaven’s finest just walked in

[The staf gathers in the lobby as you step inside, Y/N's white wings shimmer faintly, and your kind smile instantly fills the space, Nifty walks around Y/N excitedly]

Nifty : How do you keep this thing so SOFT!?

Angel : Careful Nifty, you’re gonna scare the guy off with all that energy

AngelM!Reader : Chuckles... Aww, thanks for the warm welcome you all! i—......

[Y/N went silence mid sentence as he locks eyes with Alastor near the corner, Y/N Excuse himself from the staf as he walks up to Alastor]

AngelM!Reader : Hey, dear...

[Alastor freezes when she hears Y/N talks, For a moment her usual facade falters almost completely]

AngelM!Reader : Still causing chaos huh?

Fem!Alastor : Chaos? Me? Oh dearest, you know I'm as harmless as a lamb

[Y/N let out a short chuckle, stepping closer as his voice now being calm]

AngelM!Reader : Harmless? Say that to our neighbor who always has to see you bring your cooking experiments to barbecue parties

Fem!Alastor : HA! Excuse me, those were culinary masterpieces, They were the ones who couldn't handle my creativity

[Alastor stepping closer to Y/N with her usual grin but now..... with a genuine grin]

AngelM!Reader : Chuckles... Creativity? You're "creativity" nearly burned down our kitchen y'know

[The rest watches in stunned silence seeing both of them Sharing some laughs, as they see the radio demon seems almost... Soft]

Fem!Alastor : ....I didn't think you'd actually come...

AngelM!Reader : Me too... But... I couldn't stay away too long from you... I know I'm probably not of much importance to you anymore especially in this place.... but–

Fem!Alastor : No....

AngelM!Reader : ......

Fem!Alastor : I missed your presence.... I didn't even think you would wanna even consider my existence the moment you enter up there

AngelM!Reader : Even in heaven, my thoughts were full on how you are doing down here....

Fem!Alastor : I've changed too much, you know.... I'm not the woman you married the moment on earth when you saw my heinous secret... The face of despaired, betrayed and disgusted you made can make any sinners feel guilty....

[Y/N stepping closer, gently taking her hand despite the claws she now bears]

AngelM!Reader : And Yet I still see the same woman who danced with me under the stars and laughed like the world didn’t matter...

Fem!Alastor : you certainly haven’t changed much, Still as irritatingly radiant as ever....

[For a moment, the room is silent as the two gaze at each other, Then Alastor’s composure cracks, she places her staff against a chair and walks close to Y/N, wrap her arms around Y/N in a tight embrace, The staf gasps in unison, shocked seeing the composed Radio Demon showing such emotion]

Fem!Alastor : You really are an angel, aren't you? My angel... Maybe.... one day....–

[Y/N wraps his wings around Alastor as he returned the hug tightly with a bit of tears Rolling down his cheek]

AngelM!Reader : Ssssshh... I know... I know you barely have hopes of it actually happening but... Knowing you have just the slightest tiny specks of hope is already making me feel warm...

[The staf exchanges glances, some smiling, others looking away to give you both a moment of privacy, Charlie obviously is clapping her hands together viciously]

Charlie : that is so sweet! I knew there was a sweet side to her!

Angel : Come on, Al! You’ve been talking about this guy forever, Say something cute! like ‘Oh, my darling, I waited so long for you!’ or some crap like that!—

[Angel suddenly stops as he notices Alastor staring at him directly in the eyes, Angel’s smug grin falters as he notices the change in her demeanor completely, her eyes gleaming dark red]

[within seconds Y/N immediately saw the shift in her mood and in an instant starts petting her hair repeatedly, calming her down from basically Killing angel on the spot]

[elliesglock]

Do the crumble cookie live !

okay so boom guess who's back with another banger. so this is just one of my fav lives in general not even for pazzi but it's just so chaotic and the one that makes me chuckle so bad. anyways tho!

my biggest thing with this live is the difference in the way p is acting before and when azzi comes into the room. before she is goofy, messing around with kk, making fun of jana, and everything is super chaotic. but when azzi comes in??? girl she's not subtle at all. she might as well be pouting with azzi as well. azzi comes into the room and is very obviously upset about assignments, p's eyes lock on her IMMEDIATELY as soon as she walks in and she completely forgets about what everyone else is doing. she is the first one to notice azzi btw. almost like her body can feel that her girls in the room. she's even being blocked by tall ass yanna but p still is able to find her and seek her out 😭 p can't take her eyes off of her and you can tell she knows az is upset just by looking at her. paige motions to the phone that they are on live so azzi knows, everybody yells that azzi fudd is here yayyy! and azzi has imo the cutest reaction ever and gets all overwhelmed, groans, and flops on the bed. everybody finds it pretty funny and laughs, guess who the only one who isn't laughing is? paige bueckers everybody.

now we know p. she does NOT like when her girl is sad or in any kind of distress of anytime. she also loves to tease azzi HORRIBLY. the things that stick out to me is that she's not smiling, locks in on azzi's every move, and does not make one single joking comment to make fun of azzi for being dramatic. she gets all soft and caring and probably wants nothing more than to go pick az off that bed and hold her. now my agenda yall. i've always imagined paige to be a very gentle, sweet person to her girl, def someone that is an empath and FEELS everything az feels. and i can tell all the chaotic energy she just had minutes ago is sucked out the minute azzi walks in. she's feeling exactly how azzi is feeling at that moment. SOULMATES THEY ACTUALLY WANT ME DEAD.

kk jokingly says "what happened?" but p IS NOT playing when she asks the same question. she wants names, faces, and explanations to whoever/whatever has her baby azzi so upset and she wants it now. azzi replies that she needs someone who can tutor her in accounting. (she's such a princess and so cute. and azzi i can do my damn best tutoring u btw i have no clue how to do accounting but ill make it work). kk kinda ignores it at first and paige gets this irritated ass look on her face and tells kk to ask the live. she gets down and if her princess needs someone to tutor her she wants to know if someone can do it immediately. i think we get great glimpses of paige's more protective side in this live with how quick she is to respond to azzi's obvious exasperation. she DOES NOT like when az feels like that. kk asks the live and azzi says thank you. paige says "this should be good" i think cause saying ppl are gonna dm her crazy stuff. azzi laughs at this and paige's eyes light up because her girls happy now! and it's because of her!! lover girl paige BACK IN BUSINESS PAZZI NATION. paige gives her a little smile and they go back to what they're doing.

you can tell paige isn't all that interested in the cookies anymore though. the only cookie she cares about is over on the bed pouting and she wants that cookie badddd. azzi stands up suddenly and guys the first ever time i watched this live i immediately thought omg paige looked at her so fast. before i was even into the pazzi side of uconn btw....just wanted to say that. okay anyway paige's head practically comes off her shoulders looking at azzi. almost like she's ready to do anything az wants her to do or anything she can to make a feel better. also peep p checking her out too. it's not really a sexual checking out tho, more like a "you good?" kinda thing. azzi kinda reaches her hands out, i think out of habit and it seems like she wants p to take her hands. now call me delusional all u want idrc but they def wanted to hold each other in that moment. i've said this to an anon before but paige would def take and kiss her hands, turn azzi around to lay against her, and whisper all the encouragement she could need in her ear. but unfortunately god hates us and they can't do that on live 😒.

azzi unfortunately leaves the frame after that and we get azzi just being absolutely adorable and p dotting on her. azzi kinda snoops and asks about the cookies. kk tells her what the flavors are and you can tell azzi wants a little bit (she's so cute im sobbing, p you truly won).

azzi asks to try the peanut butter one. and p immediately starts nodding and kk goes "girl yeah!". she's literally all of their princess she makes me want to throw up pls give me a chance azzi that dumb blonde bitch when i catch you. kk talks about how azzi will like it and its very sweet. p obv has to fight kk back cause kk don't know more about her girl than her, and she says it's very peanut buttery! didn't have to clock paige, it's okay she's yours....unfortunately azzi doesn't give us her review but i think she likes the cookie. kk starts talking about another cookie and azzi goes that's lame! p gives her a sorta "da fuck?" look and you can tell she wants to be sassy but she reels it in. smart paige you know ur girl would have ur ass.

kk says they need forks for the toffee cake and p goes up to get them. however, she stops dead in her tracks, like literally brake checks herself when azzi seems interested in the cookies. and then she kinda just stays around and yanna goes and gets the spoons. ugh. just. paige please.

while they're trying the toffee cake and paige is making fun of jana for her "OKAY SLOTHHHHH" paige says "okayyyyy turtle" to mess with jana but looks at azzi's approval of her joke 😭 bitch shut up atppppp. they're eating the toffee cake and jana is talking about splitting a bite with azzi. paige looks up at her girls name and says "YOU? and azzi?". she sounds like she's tryna say jana isn't good enough to share a bite with azzi that's the way i see it. also i just think she's jealous even though she didn't offer to share the cookie with azzi....jealous possessive paige you will always be famous. also keep making those edits yall we need to see paige accidentally claim azzi because she's soooo jealous people want a. they drop some of the cake on the floor and they're all laughing. you hear azzi say, "lick it off her fingers!" to jana and p gives her the craziest look. she probably wanted to say PAUSE so bad....also is that a little more jealous p i see?

that's all the moments i saw that really stood out to me. plus there's a little tiny part where azzi brings up paige's ipad and paige goes and shows her case. just them being little cutesy and stuff. long story short, azzi hopefully got a tutor but she def got some cuddles and kisses from paige. they prob went home after this live and paige just complimented her, told her how smart she is, and hyped her up to feel better :((( p gets so soft around az i swear. anywho!! hope you enjoy and ofc always send any moments you saw that i maybe didn't say!!

credit to my anons for reminding me about a lot of this stuff! thank you guys 💋

[cutesyaddy]

from foes to forever

Part Four

Min Ho x Reader

a/n: hope you like this chapter, don’t know exactly what i was going for but hey, i’ll figure it out 🤪.

summary(?): With walls slowly starting to crack, one thing becomes clear—neither (y/n) or Min Ho are quite as unaffected as they pretend to be.

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The library door creaked when I pushed it open, cold air following me inside.

My bag was full of books, and there was a migraine pulsing on the right side of my head.

After yesterday's surprisingly productive session with Min Ho, I figured today would be an easy continuation. 

That was before I spotted him on the far end of the room, sitting by the window with his laptop open and a scowl carved into his face.

great. He’s already in a mood.

I walked over to the table, and as soon as I sat down, his eyes flicked up to meet mine.

“you’re late,” he said flatly, his fingers now drumming on the table.

“By, like, what? five minutes?” I muttered, unzipping my bag. “Don’t get your panties in a twist; I’m here now.” 

Min Ho leant back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Five minutes we could’ve used. I don’t have all day, you know.” 

I paused, raising an eyebrow. “Oh? big plans? Let me guess, crushing someone’s hopes and dreams before dinner?” 

He snorted, but there wasn’t much humour in it. “Something like that.”

The biting retort I’d prepared fizzled out as I caught the faint tension in his voice.

Something was off. his usual smirk wasn’t as sharp, and his eyes seemed…. distracted.

“Are you okay?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

his face snapped to mine, confused, before narrowing. “What are you, my therapist? Let’s just focus on the project.”

I hesitated, then shrugged it off. “fine. Whatever you say, partner.

I pulled out my notebook and flipped to the page of notes I’d taken the night before. “So, I looked into that study you mentioned. the one about conflict communication? Turns out it’s actually useful. Who knew you had decent ideas?”

“Glad you’re finally catching on,” he muttered, but his voice lacked his usual sting. 

I frowned, watching as he scribbled something in his notebook with a little too much force. Whatever was going on with him, it wasn’t just about me being five minutes late.

and then, as if to prove my point, he abruptly shut his notebook and stood up.

“Uh, hey,” I said, startled. “Where are you going?” “coffee,” he said shortly, already walking towards the door.

“Do you want one or not?” I blinked, confused by the sudden shift. “Uh… sure?”

‘coffee? Since when does Min Ho do anything remotely thoughtful?’ I didn’t know whether to be suspicious or impressed.

Without another word, he disappeared through the doors, leaving me alone at the table, wondering what had just happened.

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Min Ho returned a few minutes later, two steaming cups of coffee in hand. 

He slid one across the table, his fingers lingering just slightly on the edge before pulling back. The usual cocky energy was still there, but muted—like he was somewhere else entirely.

“Thanks,” I said, watching him carefully as I wrapped my hands around the warm cup.

He didn’t respond, just sipped his coffee while staring out the window. The sunlight caught on his jawline, making the tension in his posture more obvious.

“So... you going to tell me what’s eating you?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual but unable to mask the curiosity in my voice.

He glanced at me, his dark eyes sharp. “Why do you care?”

I shrugged, pretending his gaze wasn’t making my pulse flutter.

“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re acting weird, and I don’t want it to mess up our project.”

“Of course. It’s about the project,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

I frowned, annoyed that he could still get under my skin so easily. 

“What else would it be about?”

He leant forward then, the smirk fading into something softer—something that made my breath hitch. “You tell me.”

The air between us felt heavier, charged with something unspoken. I swallowed hard, gripping my coffee cup like it was the only thing tethering me to reality.

“Look,” I said, my voice quieter now, “if you don’t want to talk, that’s fine. But you don’t have to shut me out completely.”

Min Ho’s gaze didn’t waver, and for a moment, I thought he might actually open up. But instead, he gave a low chuckle, leaning back in his chair.

“You’re persistent, I’ll give you that,” he said, tilting his head as if studying me. “Most people don’t bother trying to figure me out.”

“Maybe that’s because you make it so hard,” I shot back, though my voice lacked its usual bite.

He looked at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. 

Then, to my surprise, he reached out and lightly tapped the side of my coffee cup with his finger.

“You know,” he said, his voice softer now, “for someone who’s always ready to argue with me, you’re not half bad to be around.”

My heart stumbled over itself, but I forced a smirk. “Is that your way of saying you’re tolerable too?”

He shrugged, his lips quirking up again, but his gaze didn’t break from mine. It was unnerving—and disarming.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he said, his lips curving into a faint smile.

But there was something different about the way he was looking at me now—something warmer, more genuine. My heart skipped a beat, and for once, I didn’t have a sarcastic remark ready.

“Noted,” I said finally, my voice a little breathless.

The moment lingered, the quiet hum of the library around us fading into the background. It wasn’t just his words—it was the way he was looking at me, like he was seeing me in a way he hadn’t before.

“Let’s get back to work,” he said suddenly, breaking the spell.

I nodded, fumbling to open my notebook as my cheeks warmed. 

But as we worked, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him for the duration of our time together.

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The sun was starting to set by the time I stepped out of the library, my bag slung over my shoulder and my head spinning from all the work we’d done. Min Ho trailed behind me, surprisingly quiet as we walked back across campus. 

“So,” I ventured, breaking the silence. “I guess that wasn’t the worst study session I’ve ever had.” 

“High praise,” he muttered, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Try not to let the compliment go to my head.” 

I rolled my eyes, adjusting the strap of my bag. “I’m just saying—at least we didn’t kill each other.” 

We crossed the courtyard, where strings of fairy lights lit up the pathways, casting a soft glow over the campus. 

The lights softened the edges of everything, giving the world an almost dreamlike quality. 

Or maybe that was just him—this weird, confusing mix of cocky and vulnerable that I was still trying to figure out.

The quiet hum of conversations and laughter filled the air, students milling about in small groups. 

It was one of those rare moments when the chaos of the day faded into something calm. 

Min Ho shoved his hands deeper into his pockets, looking away briefly before speaking. “I’ll walk you to your dorm.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “Why? Afraid I’ll trip and break something?” 

“Maybe,” he replied, his smirk returning. “But mostly because I don’t trust you not to get lost.” 

I laughed despite myself, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.” 

“Maybe,” he said again, but there was something softer in his voice this time. 

We reached my building sooner than I expected. I stopped at the entrance, turning to face him. 

“Well,” I said, awkwardly shifting my weight. “Thanks for... I guess, whatever this was.” 

Min Ho leant against the brick wall, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Don’t thank me yet. You’ll probably be cursing my name halfway through this project.” 

“Probably,” I agreed, trying to hide the small smile tugging at my lips. 

For a moment, we just stood there, the quiet between us heavier than it had been all evening. 

He didn’t move right away, and for a second, I thought he might say something else.

Instead, his gaze dipped to mine, steady and unreadable, before the smirk returned.

“Don’t stay up too late, klutz,” he said, pushing off the wall. 

“I won’t if you don’t give me a reason to,” I shot back. 

As he walked away, the fairy lights caught the faintest trace of a smile still lingering on his face. 

For someone I swore I couldn’t stand, Min Ho was starting to make it harder and harder to look away.

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chat i highkey didn’t like this one, i made it late last night and im re-reading it like?? why was he angus one moment and all fine the next? whatever 🙈 i hoped you like it, next chapter coming soon.

also i had someone request to be put on a taglist but it wouldn’t let me tag you ☹️☹️😞😞💔💔💔😭😭😢🙍‍♀️🤕

GUYS HELP

[shmisky]

So... Another thing that makes me love the post-Weirdmaggedon Stans dynamic so much is the tension caused by the fact that Stan’s enormous inferiority complex and lingering resentment at Ford have nowhere to go anymore. Knowing how strongly those two repress emotions, it’s just a matter of time before unresolved issues start to rear their ugly head.

What do I mean by that? Well, just look at Stan’s behavior in Weirdmaggedon, hahah. My man was just utterly done with Ford. I do believe he had a right to be at least somewhat petty after the way Ford treated him, but no one can question his resentment. It’s really incredible how all that seems to just... conveniently disappear... the moment Ford changes and apologizes and invites him to sail away together.

Or does it?

I don’t think it does.

I think Stan still has a lot of reasons to feel inferior in relation to Ford. Not that he should, but. The fact he was declared the town hero and saved everyone in Weirdmaggedon wasn’t that much of a triumphant moment for him if he said, “guess I was good for something after all!” as he had his memories erased.

Through the series, we learn that Stan is very sensitive regarding his inferiority complex towards Ford. He is easily upset by, angered by, and fueled (out of spite) by Ford’s perceived and/or implied superiority in any way, shape, or form.

Again...

And again...

And again...

He’s always trying to prove his worth, to others and to himself. Is he even convinced of what he’s trying so hard to prove? I find it interesting that he says he’s not always the bad twin, instead of simply saying he’s not the bad twin at all, period.

And then there’s the fact Alex said that, while Ford is smarter and fitter and would always win a physical fight against Stan if they were sober, Stan could win it if they were drunk and Ford was a bit off his focus — because Stan wants to win against Ford way more badly than Ford wants to win against Stan. After all, Ford doesn’t have an urge to prove himself.

Ford’s character was literally designed to be, in Alex’s own words, the biggest chip on Stan’s shoulder that the writers could think of. So of course Stan acts petty all the time. Not only is Ford an ungrateful asshole, but also (in his own mind) an ungrateful asshole that just happens to be better at everything! Stan was once the brawn to Ford’s brain, but he can’t even be that anymore because Ford is stronger and badass now and... and doesn’t need nor want Stan... at all...

But wait! Ford apologizes for all his mistakes and thanks Stan and invites Stan to sail away together! Everything is fixed now! 🩷

Except Stan didn’t go to therapy. Except Stan seemingly thinks that having his mind erased was his biggest accomplishment. Except Ford pulled Stan back into the extremely codependent dynamic of their childhood.

The way Shmebulock the Gnome describes the Stan twins even after Weirdmaggedon is... not ideal...

And while one could go and say that their dynamic is just going to revert back to their childhood dynamic, I’ve defended previously that no, it very likely won’t (for all these reasons), and, in what concerns Stan’s inferiority complex and need to feel useful, Ford now 1) doesn’t need his help defending himself physically, 2) is in better health conditions than Stan and his dentures, orthopedic pillow, hearing aids, girdle, etc, and 3) is much more confident 🦚

The thing is that, now, Stan can’t just act petty, like he started acting ever since Ford’s display of ungratefulness. Because Ford, now, isn’t being an asshole anymore. Ford is being nice. Loving. Supportive. They’ve already made peace.

I can see the little moments slowly piling up on top of one another, and Stan continuing to repress, repress, repress his feelings. It’s okay, Stan, who cares if Ford is better than you? You’re together, that’s all what matters.

Until it finally blows up in the most inconvenient of moments like it did in Weirdmaggedon.

[cementcornfield]

You should post your thoughts on Ja’Marr and Kyle!! I’m so interested in their dynamic if that makes sense 😅

lmao anon i love you thank you because i was literally just typing a post up by itself. but now i get the benefit of looking like i'm not the ONLY person to care about this. (there's at least two of us!!)

ok so! too much rambling about things that i could no way actually know anything about irl BUT 

kyle and ja’marr being together in paris is VERY interesting to me. their whole relationship is really because like. okay. i have joked that kyle and ja’marr are there to pick out joe’s wardrobe for next year together lmao but like!!! the clothes saga is SUCH a thing with ja’marr. the man has a Complex about joe and fashion and his part in it. we know this. i hardly need to go over the clothes saga with y’all again. but i will because it’s fun for me. ja’marr claims in GQ that he buys clothes for joe all the time and drops them off at 'the house’ for him. which is insane enough if that’s true. then a few days after that article drops (and also joe’s appendix explodes) he says nah never mind i was lying! (“kinda”). and that’s insane too. but whatever, we let it go, there’s football to play. then that offseason tee decides to cause some chaos i guess and confirms that actually ja’marr HAS bought joe clothes ‘multiple times’ so that’s. something!!! (along with TB in that one pivot podcast with all three of them teasing ja’marr about it!!) and then SOMEHOW none of this gets brought up again until a few months ago when ja’marr is just like “yeah actually i’ve been buying him clothes since last year” which is still a year later than he first said he bought him clothes 🤔

ALL OF WHICH TO SAY that ja’marr is fucking weird about this. he may or may not buy joe clothes (i’m still leaning yes on this), and he may or may not want people to know about it. i think he realizes just how intimate of a thing that is, to repeatedly buy someone you care about clothes that you think he would like, that you’d like to see him in. and i think if we go back to my Vision of insecure at times ja’marr, it’s one way to explain his back and forth on this.

but then!! insert kyle, who i believe only became joe’s stylist within the last year. before that i don’t think joe ever really had anyone Official to help him out with specific outfits/styles/branding etc (i’m sure the joe girlies will correct me if i'm wrong on this). and now i can only imagine that ja’marr might be feeling a little…possessive of joe here (what else is new lol ‘that’s my qb not their qb’ type shit). like if we believe he’s been buying him clothes since at least 2021, that’s like…that’s ja’marr’s Thing at this point?? even if it only started happening in 2023, that’s still a long time of "oh hey i saw this and thought of you and will you wear it and when you wear it will i feel a little thrill knowing that you took my advice knowing that you value my opinion knowing that the clothes touching your skin are only doing so because i bought them for you in the first place etc etc." and now here’s joe paying someone else to do it?? and who the fuck is kyle why him why does HE get to do it he didn’t even win a national championship with him in college???? (ja’marr obviously would be more rational than that. of course joe should pay someone to help him out with style as he does events and builds his brand more. but as a fellow Emotional Person myself, the rational response is never the first or strongest one.) 

so like! there’s that. that alone could make ja’marr not inclined to LOVE Kyle, ya know? and then if we want to get really Deep and dive into internalized homophobia of Male Athlete Culture. of my version (MY VERSION JUST MY VERSION THIS IS NOT ME SAYING ANYTHING IRL ABOUT HIM) of ja’marr and how he might cope with feelings and attractions that do not neatly fall in line with what is Expected of him and Has Been Expected of him since he was a kid. like fuck. do we remember how his dad said ja’marr used to like to read with his cousins (who were girls) but then his male friends came around and made fun of him for it, so he stopped reading altogether as a child?? thinking about that still makes my heart hurt! aughhh Gender!! and then even a few weeks ago on stream when ja’marr accidentally said that kyrie was sexy and IMMEDIATELY the chat and his friends jumped on him for it!! like yeah it was all lighthearted and all that but he got all embarrassed and even fucking apologized??? just the immediate policing of language/behavior followed by the immediate apology and moving on to no longer watching kyrie clips lol. crazy!!! Male Athlete Culture is SUCH a trip!! 

and kyle is gay! very much out and proud and not hiding or ashamed of any of it (fucking good for him tbh. i know he’s not Loved in this fandom but like that does genuinely take guts to be yourself like that in a culture like this. and make a career out of it! and he seems to be thriving!) and i just have to wonder like, how many queer people ja’marr really knows well?? the nfl has their corporate pride month bullshit where they celebrate the like 1 out gay assisant coach? 1 out gay FORMER player? if there are more queer people in the nfl, they are not very public about it. so again, how much daily interaction does a typical football player like ja’marr get with queer people?? i do imagine all the connections that are growing with the fashion world help of course! like kyle! who it’s clear he’s at least friendly with, if not the best of friends. and so like, i wonder about how that could stir complicated emotions in ja’marr if we go with my (AGAIN JUST MINE I’M NOT ACTUALLY SAYING ANYTHING IRL) version of him as a guy who has Feelings about male teammates sometimes and struggles with Dealing With That. 

and throw in the fact that ja’marr primarily knows him as this guy who’s always hanging around joe lol. taking over his role as joe’s personal stylist?? being free and open and ALLOWED to be attracted to all these guys, to joe himself!! (and if he thinks too hard about that he REALLY gets in his feelings). and it’s not jealousy really because he knows how important he himself is in joe’s life. kyle’s not replacing their history, he’s certainly not replacing his value to joe on the field, their close friendship, etc. but! he occupies a space in joe’s life that ja’marr can’t touch. he can publicly and proudly buy joe clothes. something that ja’marr WANTS but keeps shying away from. he can feel any feelings and any attraction he happens to have, he’s not hiding any part of who he is. if he thinks joe’s hot, if he thinks joe looks particularly attractive in an outfit he chose for him, he can! he will! he does! and i think that that just HAS to drive ja’marr a little fucking crazy.

so yeah. he likes the guy. they’re friendly. he’ll do a goofy lil dance when prompted by him for social media. but it’s Complicated. it’s Very Complicated. (to me.) 

[liminal-therianthropy]

!!Small rant, about 'fake therians'!!

I know i dont usually post things like this but i just wanted this out of my brain so i can move on if that makes sense? This will be a long read so sorry in advance. So i keep seeing on tiktok, roblox, and now youtube of fake claiming therians and im honestly tired of it? Like really tired of it. All the points {in my opinion} are really dumb too. Point one was that 'Oh you have a common theriotype you clearly choose that and yer fake11!!!1!'. Which.,,.so? So what if some creature 'has a common theriotype'. Who cares? I certainly dont and most creatures ive met and seen do not care. It is such a minute thing to care about. Now do i find it interesting? Yes but in a /pos way! That there are 'common theriotypes' in the first place! But i find it ridicules to be made that someone else is a wolf or cat therian must be fake in someway. Like calm down it is not that serious. Point two is 'oh you have multiple theriotypes? Yer clearly fake especially if they have nothing to do with eachother!11!1!!'. Creatures can have multiple theriotypes and still be valid. Period. Point blank. And so what if they have nothing to do with each other??? That feels so random to me. So what if a creature is both so a lion therian and a deer therian. THAT IS STILL VAILD!! Someone's experience is just different then yours and THATS OK!!! Nothing is cookie cutter. We even have a term for this, its called a polytherian. A therian who has multiple theriotypes. So i dont know why that is being demonized now but here we are i guess. Point three 'oh yer popular you must be faking it!!!'. Which.,,.what? What kind of an excuse is that? Just say you dont like them! Its not that hard you do not need to fake claim a fellow creature just because they are popular. To me its like 'good for them for getting popular.' and i move on? I dont see why its such an issue. Now i can understand if said creator did something very bad and something that is unforgivable. Then yes hate them and deplatform them. Get them off the internet. But really guys? Oh yer popular? Must be fake! /sac, really gets on my nerves. Point four is a big one to me. 'Oh you dont know the definition of something? FAKE! YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YER TALKING ABOUT SO YER CLEARLY A FAKE!!111!1!!!'. Which. Guys. My fellow creatures. What ever happen to education? Like educating yer fellow creature? Education is one of the most important things in todays climate and i find it imperative that we just inform politely and move on. Ive had to, and always its just they didnt know and that they learned something. They most likely do not honestly know and thats ok. Some just simply dont know. Educate and move on. Simple. Or if they are somehow intentionally spreading hate or misinformation, educate and block or straight up block. Thats just on the top of my head, i bet there are more bs points that i just dont know or have the energy for. Thank you if you read this far, sorry again for posting this. Just needed this out of my brain ^^;

[starlightshadowsworld]

Post Dead Apple.

Kunikida: How did you all fare out there?

Kenji: It was a lot of fun but wow I didn’t realise city signs were that heavy.

Yosano: Yeah it was fun at first but having an opponent that can heal from any fatal wound. It gets tiring really quick.

Atsushi: I’ll say. But I guess now I know what it was like to actually be hunted by the tiger. Kyouka was pretty amazing though.

Kyouka: Thank you. I still have a ways to go but I think I did well.

Atsushi: You did.

Junichiro: I just know that I never wanna do that again. My neck still hurts.

Kunikida: Agreed. While interesting to test my limits I could do without being shot.

Kenji: We should be proud that we managed to overcome such an obstacle like this. Not many people can say they managed to defeat their own ability.

Katai: You did what?! How did that happen?!

Atsushi: Well when we went into the fog our abilities were separated from us.

Katai: Wait wait wait. The fog?! You mean the red death?! The fog that makes gifted kill themselves, you went into that fog?!

All nod.

Katai:…Why?!

Kunikida: Katai, we had a job to do.

Katai: And you thought walking headfirst into death fog was a great idea to accomplish it?

Kyouka: It fried our communications and we had no signal.

Katai: That’s even more reason not to go out there. And you didn’t take any safety precautions? No hazmat suits? No masks?

Kunikida: Well no…But…

Katai: All you knew about this thing is that it kills gifted and walked into it, as gifted.

Yosano: He’s got a point.

Kenji: So you didn’t have to fight your ability?

Katai: Nope. I saw red and shut my window. It didn’t touch me at all.

Kunikida: That’s for the best, we could’ve been in a lot more danger had your ability gone rogue.

Atsushi: Every electronic device in the city would be under his command…wow we did get lucky.

Katai: So what you’re saying is that me staying inside is a benefit to humanity?

Kunikida: Katai no!