#so i'm at an empasse

[hedonistbyheart]

I gotta reiterate how great Karim Kronfli's Dracula is in re:dracula. Normally when I'm reading the count's monologue about the past greatness of his house, my eyes just glaze over and I mentally skip it, but Karim's delivery is so empassioned and enjoyable to listen to that you have to pay attention. He has the perfect voice for audio dramas and everything comes alive when he speaks. Just delightful.

[sparring-spirals]

Listen. Smartypants Society? Fuck yeah. I'm going to come clean and admit that I am one of those people that kind of enjoys public speaking/ presentations, and in turn loves seeing people who are Good At Public Speaking/Presentations and enjoy it do their thing. Tricks of timing and emphatic delivery and precise rhetoric and structured argument construction all delivered with charisma dialed up to x100000% is just. 👌

Like, you can make anything sound legit with the right tricks, and in theory I find it SO enjoyable seeing it happen!!! Unfortunately in the context of the Real World this is often seen in contexts that tend to range from Impressive but Sobering or just Literally The Most Frustrating Shit because hey you're talking awful hurtful absolute bullshit but saying it The Right Way, Im Going To Lose it.

So. Therefore........ Smartypants Society generates a deep joy in my soul. Deeply talented speakers/comedians with phenomenal stage presence and quick wit, to use their command over delivery and rhetoric and comedic timing to dissect and break down the most nonsensical things ever? Meticulous argument construction and empassioned delivery about absolute, ridiculous, zero stakes bullshit?? Fuck yeah. Its like seeing someone with expert culinary training and a professionally equipped kitchen make the most 3AM drunk food meal with intentional precision. Tell me why vegetables arent real. Break down who's invited to the cookout. What IS the happiest birthday. Make me believe you. :')

[your-radqueer-dad]

im kinna at an empass...

our host is transharmful (transbigot) and he's like. really into the transition n shi which most of us were cool with bc he wasn't hurting nobody

but then he started like. trying to get us out of the rqc n the queer community in general bc "he doesn't wanna be associated with fags" and is constantly starting fights w people. and i just learned he got us to vote for trump and NEVER TOLD US and i feel really fuckin gross and betrayed. we're bodily black too so this is so much worse on us

he refuses to change his mind on any of this. i wanna support him but like... i feel like he's taking it WAYYYY too far. some of the others wanna force him into dormancy and thats stressin me out a bit. if you have any advice please send it our way

He's got into the point where he's hurting people who are not consenting :(

He went from transbigot to cisbigot... like good for him on his transition, but I doubt that this was his original goal... to get to a point where he's hurting everyone...

If it was his original goal, he probably was always a cisbigot looking for something to excuse his behavior...

My point is he has taken it too far because he's hurting people who are not consenting now. He voted for someone who specifically hurts everyone. And making a political decision without consulting the rest of the system is not only rude but against system etiquette.

He's not considering anyone while chasing his goals of being harmful when consent is the biggest thing for transharmful individuals...

I'm repeating myself. I know that, but it's hard for me to process how someone can be like that when there's queer people in the head with them...

[dballzposting]

Epic sexual discussion text post about Goten x Palace x Trunks

(Palace-Chan Is Also Called Valese In Some Versions Of DBGT But I Domt Call Her That Becasue the "V" is too sharp for her she is too soft. She needs a pleasant "P" sound.)

I think that Palace is whimsical and kind of capricious and she is sweet and she loves herself and she knows herself and interacting with her really feels like you're interacting with a being who is whole. She may not know anything about anything but she knows how to experience the visceral sensations of being alive. She knows how to embody and process her own presence here

But she's whimsical and kind of mysterious from an outside perspective and while she can be very accommodating and adventurous she also knows what she wants and she'll conduct herself as if it is self-righteous fact (because it is).

So like I think that when she makes sweet love with her boyfriends she only lets Trunks do it from da back and she only lets Goten do it in da front (like a bonobo) (i mean i mean missionary. But it feels more bonobo-like than christian you have to understand. It's female-empassioned and sexually freeing.)

And it's just like Without fanfare without discussion. She communicates this nonverbally. She rolls over or she doesnt. With the warmest look of enjoyment in her eyes. And the men just have to go along with wherever she puts herself becasue when a woman wants to have sex with you it feels a bit out of line for you to ask for modification in the moment. Especially when she seems so sure of herself. Like maybe in your mind youre like "okkkkkk maybe I'll ask her later if one of these days we could switch it up?" but that question just never gets asked.

And so they never talk about it but Goten and Trunks do talk about it with each other. Once they figure out that Palace is treating them distinctly differently. And that's not so bad on paper, and it makes sense to them, that she would do what she has to do to keep them as discrete beings in her experience.

And Goten and Trunks typically aren't insecure people but since this whole situation is a little ... shall we say DELICATE from the beginning, they both reflexively decide that this is something they should feel shame for.

Trunks feels like "Why does she delegate me to the back ...? She cannot look at me? She wont let me look at her? Is she pretending that I'm someone else? Is it not about me at all? Is it becasue I'm playing second banana to Goten? Am I just player 2??" and he feels this way becasue he already went into this with some insecurity since he knew he was stepping into a relationship that was already established just fine without him. And he never really stops feeling funny about that.

And Goten is like "Why Wont She Let Me Hit It From Da Back Animal Style does she not really LOVE ME.. ? She wont have me love her deeply in the way that animals do in nature ? Is this not real ? She wont have me in the most intimate and visceral way ? We do it in the front like we're just playfully fooling around ? Teenagers in love ? IS THIS NOT REAL... ?" Etc etc

And they kind of argue their perspectives a bit to each other and ultimately they settle on trying to not have an opinion on the matter. It feels like Palace has made her decision and she has made that known and whatever it means to her is just what it means, they still feel like they have an honest connection with her so really what's the problem here...

And it's freaking interesting becasue this whole thing was already a delicate maneuver and a creative subversion from everything. They're all creative and loving enough people to introduce a third into what is naturally a one-on-one bonding situation. They can do it becasue being inventive and adventurous and loving is just as natural to them, but it's still always been a precarious balance.

This introduces more turmoil for them to navigate. Goten, who is from the rural mountaintop, is more adjusted to his vision of what's "natural" and "wild" and "real" so for his girlfriend to not have him in what he considers the most natural and real posture is ... hard on him. Likewise, Trunks is a cityboy who has sterilized a lot about himself, and who is adjusted to cultural images of face-to-face sex as the default, so he feels confused and slighted to not get to have it that way. Is he ugly ? Is it too personal to do it face-to-face? Does she not want the intimacy ?

This turns everything on its head. But it's just another difficulty for them to navigate in order to bring balance back to the relationship. Exercises like that are what strengthen them. Becasue again trying to balance 3 is a different science than trying to balance 2. The physics are all different. You have to be creative and curious and compassionate. You have to keep your heart open and you have to learn to feel yucky things without poisoning the other two.

Goten and Trunks have to do a lot to keep any aggressive jealousy from developing between them. They have to be open and honest with themselves to see it and they have to confide it in the other so that they can again be reassured, so they have to keep their hearts open to catch the other.

That's just like one example of what they have to do to make this work. It's a whole fuckin thingggggg

Maybe that means beating the shit out of each other in a civil and sportlike spar or maybe that means having an honest conversation or maybe that means sucking each other off on the couch Yeah I'm not afraid to say it . OK I'm a little frightened to say it . Editor can we censor that out please. No ? I have to push my boundaries for the sake of feeling okay and at home ? I have to have faith in the guiding principle of never casting disdain onto sexual freedom? OKKKK.. SIIIGHHH.....

I dont even think they'd do that to be honest Ok Well I think that they'd try it once. They have a long history of playing in dumpsters and eating sand so they'd try it once. I think that it's Trunks's idea. But then he just never offers to do it again. He didn't abhor doing it or anything but he just never offers to do it again. Doesnt ever cross his mind. He did his duty. Thank you for your service. Now he gets a veteran discount on affairs in the relationship . He already served so he shouldn't have to do it again ...

I mean personally I still have ample beef with believing the idea that they even COULD form a sexual and romantic relationship becasue they're childhood best friends and I just dont think that it'd feel right but WHATEVEREER THATS JUST ME and like a conservative senator who hires male prostitutes in Miami, here I am making the post anyway. Teehee <3

Anyway they also do other stuff to help their bond like bathe each other and eat food together and stuff like that . They go to the gas station and interact with each other in a way that is stifling with so much swag .

Anyway well you may be wondering why Palace will only have sex with them in one certain way. Well you see. I dont know

You domt have to get it becasue it makes sense to her .... that's just what her body wants to do and so she listens. And then I imagine habit plays a part too after some time.

I dont know if this is how she compartmentalizes having two boyfriends or if it just has to do with how it feels or what . But shes Palace so we just fucking listen

At any rate it's not becasue she loves one more than the other. And sex is intimate and deeply visceral no matter what. So she loves & trusts them.

Maybe she's unequivocally Correct and she is interpreting something about their spirits and this really is just where fate would have them. Maybe they dont get to do it the way they'd expect precisely becasue they were expecting it. Maybe it really is just best this way becasue of like energy flow or something . Only She Knows what she's feeling and how to use what she intuits . . . .

But also wouldnt it be funny if it turns out that actually she just never noticed and it was just the random chance of caprice in the moment that meant nothing

[donnyclaws]

Your last post I get what you're saying, but also I feel like I cannot say that either because it's your very own personal project

I've got the same stuff going on with a story so dear to me as I projected so much unchecked mental illness/traumas and showing snippets of it to the world would feel like me being naked in public, I just can't describe it but I feel comfort in seeing someone having something similar to what I feel with my own oc's

They're like funny guys you one day made out of impulse but not they're following you for life their story grow as yourself grow too, the odd writer struggle stuff

But anyways I love your work, been following you for years and I Gen love how your art just gets more lively every year, in a way that it looks like you're taking more control of it?? I don't know, but I can just feel that you're more confident than before with your newer work and I think it's beautiful to see such raw art around. Always brings me a smile to see it on my tl

(In reference to my post about formatting tiger crawl home as a story, I let this one sit for a MINUTE)

I'm always glad to hear other people having a similar brain guys. It's complicated but also very passionate and comforting and interesting and raw. And yeah god having their growth tied to yours is so surreal, I dont know how to write my characters recovering, I'm stuck and progressing in ways that leaves them also stuck and progressing. They're living things and not a direct story with resolution. Yk yk

Anyway thank you so much, I'm really really happy with the direction of my art in the last few years, hyped to get weirder and cooler and more empassioned about everything.

[menderash]

i need to get sum like, metallica and misfits shirts so when inevitably some chud comes up to me like "do you even listen to that band?" i can be like oh no i don't care about these guys i'm just REALLY into typography and fonts and then launch into an empassioned lecture about the history of logos

[bendyguitarpick]

Finished the last 3 episodes of the Netflix last airbender....

This yall iroh?? He's absolutely sauceless. No drip. Not an ounce of playful charm. I cannot believe people are saying he's the best cast actor in the show

It's zuko and aang and you know it

The only two actors (and honestly also yue) that bring more than 2 goddamm emotions to the table

POUR EXEMPLE in kataras flashback I thought they had a other actor playing her as a child! Literslly up until now!! Because she hasn't been delivering anything the whole movie and i was like, wait is that even her? Young zuko in his flashback scene? Actually trying to change his behavior to reflect that of a child. It's really that easy oh boy!!

And I can't even blame kataras actress bc in the scene where she's giving her empassioned plea for aang to come back, she fucking aced it!!! I was like, that's her that's katara she finally showed up!!!

So it must be the terrible dialogue and sloppy ass directing!!!!!

Like how are you as a director not walking your actors through any of these scenes!!!

I'm so mad about katara. It's like without making her the object of aangs desire they dont know what to do with her. How do you as a writer not have any Damm shame that you gave the co-lead of your show absolutely no bonding time with aang, no central plots to develop her story, and then pat yourself on the back for giving her her girl power moment in the end.

It's frankly insulting to your actor and to your audience to completely drop their character in this way.

I would argue there are 4 katara centric episodes in season one. The boy in the iceberg, the waterbending scroll, Jet, and the waterbending master. We get only two of those in the show! And our of theose two, katara is only an active player in the last one!! So how dare you think you made a successfully well rounded alternative to the animated counterpart!!! It's fucking insulting

Also would it fucking kill them to have them do ANYTHING while talking

There's so much talking, there's SO M7CH TALKING.

How bout you have them walk and do it, or bend and do it, PLEASE. SOME DYNAMISM PLEASE? SO INDONT HAVE TO LOOK AT MORE STATIC SHOTS OF A 12 YEAR OLD DEBATING MORALS WITH HIS ANCIENT PAST LIVES IN FRONT OF A GREEN SCREEN

Also, looks like they're saved all the sick ass waterbending for THE LAST TWO EPISODES.

You couldn't sneak in a single moment where katara is practicing??? Nor a single one? Fuck you

Anyway I was hype as hell when we got the big water monster.

That's like all I got

No I forgot to talk about yue

She was actually so good. I was surprised.

The only reason her and sokka had any chemistry was because of her

Sokka is in permanent 🫤 face. Every line punctuated with an oh shucks

I hope season 2 comes out and all the visuals are completely different honestly.

[butmakeitgayblog]

It's a miracle ADC keeps getting cast in stuff considering how bad she is at doing promo lol 😅

Alshdksljk listen in her very shaky defense honestly I think she just doesn't care much for the industry minutiae crap besides 1. The process of filming and the actual day to day of making projects and 2. Acting. In that order. I don't think she likes doing press besides getting to get dolled up because it's basically just answering the same 5 questions repeated over and over by different outlets. And I mean I'm pretty sure for her once filming is wrapped that's it like, she says goodbye and it's gone, story done, she's back to thinking about flowers, vacation, and pics of her dinner. Not to say she isn't passionate about her characters because she is, those are the questions she gives eloquent, empassioned, and thoughtful answers to. But just these generic over arching storyline blurbs meant to sell the show? Not so much. So the having to go back and recall all this stuff that she mentally tossed out like 6-12 months ago when she was filming is hard because she's like "dude idk it was cool enough for me to want to do at the time so just take my word for it" about the project she's very much trying to sell 😅

[newdawned]

@emeraldtied asked: { THE GRUMPY VS SUNSHINE TROPE }

i didn't mean to talk your ear off. // @ amy~

"Oh, not at all!"

The pinkette was quick to wave off the idea, smiling from her seat across from Arrow. Her cafe had closed a long awhile ago, but she was always more than happy to keep the lights on for a friend. The half eaten cupcake in front of her was even proof of just how interested in their conversation she was.

"Besides, I'm sure I've done more than talk your ear off more than once." She admits with a giggle. Amy was aware she was quite the chatterbox when she wanted to be, getting rather empassioned or excited about certain topics. "And I did bother you to come see me more, so it's only fair, right?"

[maleexperience-blog]

7

So I got invited. How did that go? Well, a buddy of mine from the gym...masculine, older, likely sexually explores intimacy with men using sex...don't ask me how I know or to explain, I just kind of know. But he set me up with this clandestine, almost secretive meeting with his "source," someone who would be able to guide me through the next phase of my body exploration. I didn't know who it would be, if they were a man or a woman, old or young. So I showed up to the gym one night at the agreed meeting time. It was one of the older trainers at my gym I had seen and heard many times but avoided (I avoided a lot of people at the time...I always felt like such a nobody so in a self-fulfilling prophecy kind-of-way, I kept my guard up and just gave stoic body language...many avoided me just as much as I sent the signal to avoid me.)

Turns out *she* was ready to guide me. We set up a "comp" training session together. She advised me on how to get started, what gear she wanted me to take, and how to get cut., and get the most out of a juice cycle. I never knew what I was getting myself into, what doors I'd be opening, what a world I was being invited into. I just knew that I was ready to take the next step. And so I did. I was so motivated and felt so affirmed, that I cut 20 pounds in the next eight weeks. I didn't listen to worry or apprehension. I listened to her and one of her proteges, who I ended up training with while on cycle. The results were incredible. By week three, I had a six pack. **I'd never had a six pack before in my life.** Men were talking to me left and right. I had access to an entire new group of men to fuck. I felt the passion of men in ways I never had experienced before. I felt like a god.

Of course I did. The biochemics of gear alone is typically enough, but people don't think of the psychologics of a gear cycle. Your body changes. You take on characteristics of what is perceived in our culture to be "powerful" and "masculine," and without consciousness, people treat you as such. They revere you. Men suddenly went out of their way to talk to me. They congratulated me--frequently--on my body, regardless of their perceived sexuality or "masculinity status." And so it opened new doors in my mind, about who I could be to these people. And the sex, my god...the sex. No self consciousness whatsoever, giving or receiving dick. Any man, just about any time, masculine, feminine, somewhere in between or none at all...didn't matter. I had so much energy to give and so much validation to receive from it all. I just knew I wanted other men to feel appreciated; that made me so aroused, excited, empassioned. And maybe I idealized my sex; in fact, I did idealize it. I gave it meaning that perhaps others didn't share. I gave some guys an experiences that, I'd be willing to bet, was one not frequently shared with others.

Another unexpected effect, was suddenly knowing who was in this club. I knew who had been in the club for a while and who was new, and who *wasn't* invited. I also knew who was still naive; who I could say "yea bro I'm natty" and how much they'd believe me...because until you're in the know, you just don't know at all. It's easier to believe that the Rock and John Cena just "worked hard" and "ate right" and "bulked" and drank some fucking creatine supplement to get their results, than it is to think they juiced. It's easier to think our Olympic heros trained hard (they do) and didn't receive a competitive edge with PEDs. That fantasy is needed; you can't breach it until you're ready. The western American brain cannot fathom it. The idea that hard work alone can make you achieve a guy like The Rock's body is a very American fantasy.

So what has the boy's club shown me? Well, the good, the bad, and the ugly. The good--of course!--a sense of camaraderie, belonging, not working so hard for respect, not working so hard to be heard; the nonstop boner and giving satisfaction to countless men.

The bad--post-cycle therapy (it was a bitch coming off a cycle) ; cholesterol through the roof; watching my body deflate over the next month; having to wait until my next cycle to go again; the hair loss.

The ugly---uuuff, the ugly. The un-sustainability of it all--the respect, the constant bone, the belonging. The sobering realization of the fantasy--that these men showed interested because I was easier to accessorize. Men using *me* to incorporate into their lives, the fantasy that they could not satiate themselves. Yea, I cried myself into oblivion on a solo-vacation once, realizing that without steroids I wouldn't be anything to most men.

Back to the good: growth. Yes of course physical, but mental growth, understanding. My hair grew back. My cholesterol went back to normal. All of it, back to baseline, but the experience of each cycle I took with me, the highs and the lows, including that painful realization. But I got to fly towards the sun, for a change. I just know when to turn back now. I'm not begging for the invitation anymore.

[dothemindything]

BEFORE WE GO ON, ALLOW ME TO PAINT THE SCENE FOR YOU. IT'S A FOGGY EVENING WITH THE STREETLIGHTS ON, RAIN PATTERING MOODILY AGAINST THE WINDOW TO THE RESTAURANT IN WHICH WE ARE SEATED. WINING AND DINING. EXCEPT INSTEAD OF WITH ACTUAL FOOD OR DRINK, WE'RE HOLDING MARTINI GLASSES TOPPED OFF WITH SPARKLING WATERS. LEMON SLICES HAVE BEEN DISCARDED IN FAVOR OF THE RAW, REAL FLAVOR OF CRYSTALLINE LIQUIDS, STRAIGHT FROM THE SPRINGS OF LOLAR. WE ARE HERE, PERCHED ACROSS A TABLE FROM ONE ANOTHER, GLASSES POISED TO CLINK. THE TABLE ITSELF IS LADEN IN PRISTINE PORCELAIN AND CUTLERY FOR SET DESIGN, AND NEITHER OF OUR ELBOWS HAVE DARED TO CREEP UPON THE CLOTH BENEATH IT ALL.

THIS IS A PEACEFUL EXCURSION. AND WE ARE READY TO CONTINUE CHATTING:

I DON'T KNOW WHAT SHOUNEN IS. BUT THEY DO SAY ABSENCE MAKES THE HEART GROW STRONGER. PERHAPS OUR FONDNESS IS BEING FOSTERED THROUGH SCARCITY. THROUGH YEARNING. OR SOMETHING. LIKE THE NOTEBOOK, BUT INSTEAD OF AN EMPASSIONED BUT ALTOGETHER TOO-RUSHED INTIMACY SCENE IN THE RAIN, WE ARE DESTINED TO GO TO THE AQUARIUM AND HAVE A DAMN GOOD TIME DOING IT, CLOTHES DRY AND EVERYTHING.

SO BASICALLY, I'M GOING TO IGNORE THE PART WHERE YOU SAID I'M NOT COOLER THAN UNHOLY POWER. SINCE I HAVE PUT A LOT OF MY PUMP BISCUIT AND SOUL INTO SHOWING YOU JUST HOW MEANINGFUL THIS DYNAMIC REALLY IS. WHO NEEDS FOOD OPTIONS? I CAN AFFORD ANYTHING ON TONIGHT'S MENU. IN THE RESTAURANT WE ARE SITTING AT, IN CASE YOU FORGOT.

ummmm i would kind of hope youre flying the plane, or else were definitely fucked!!!! i dont know if we ever even got the homoerotic bonding plane off the ground though, unless the handful of hugs ive wheedled out of you across the entire time weve known each other is what passes as homoerotic these days. or wait, are we doing that shounen thing where were both just so intense that the strength of our emotions alone makes it homoerotic???? much to think about

maybe this is a sign that we were never meant to be homoerotic besties though, because you are definitely very cool, but i dont know if anyone is cooler than being the devils favorite…. like imagine being so cool that the unholy powers that be give you literally double the food options that everyone else has!!!!

and…. are we roleplaying now? because frankly, you really havent set the scene at all!!!! where are we? how and why are we here? whats even in these glasses anyways??

[monster-noises]

RE8....

Is a good game that I like a lot

This is probably the only post i will make on the subject.

[sheerioswifties]

Can somebody please help me find the right way to properly articulate why it is important that my attacker be convicted of the very provable felony she was charged with, instead of being allowed to make a plea deal to a misdemeanor that doesn't even cover what she actually did to me???

[littleliongirl16]

*spoilers*

I think Im salty about the ending, actually, upon thinking about it for a few hours.

Idk, maybe I just don't want to be sad. I am sad and a good story makes you feel things right? Idk ripping the happy ending away at the last moment UPSET me. It's gonna stick with me. Idk if I'm frustrated from a craft standpoint or from a I want my little guys to have good things standpoint?

I'm trying to figure out what the end means. Are Wren & Lucy/the events at the end not real in a meta way, like because the show is fiction? That lends something so deeply, brilliantly horrifying to Lucy saying that no one saw them in the parking lot and that's why they're not sure if they were there. Like. If they're only real when they have an audience and the show's about to end, they're about to die. we're about to stop watching for good.

I initially assumed the not real thing was entirely meta, when we learned that both the fisherman and Conway were not real, I was like, oh everyone's not real. But then Wren was realer than Aisling & Conway?

But I guess maybe it's that Lucy and Wren are real, but the events of them winning weren't.

IDK it feels unfair for them to do everything right, for Liz to give her empassioned speech, for Wren to never give up on Lucy Conway and relentlessly refuse to become the boss and participate in this capitalist dystopia even if they are the winner, for Lucy to be whole again, and for them to lose anyway. And I know good stories are not fair, most of the time, because life isn't fair! But if we were setting up the kind of tragedy where characters do everything right and it still goes wrong, I'd want to actually linger with that more?

Idk how could you give me this happy ending and then take it away from me!

I don't know if I mean that in a "craft wise I dislike this" way or a "good writing I am so sad" way! I don't know!

I'm curious and worried and I want my guys to be okay but from what I understand Department of Variance doesn't really cover the same characters as Dead Letter Office? So I feel like I'll never know more? I think maybe I was okay with DLO being so hard to understand and surreal and ambiguous for most of it but wanted a little more certainty at the end?

Just finished Dead Letter Office of Somewhere, Ohio

Hi I got into this podcast from a friend but I finished it before they did. And I didn't know what was happening seventy percent of the time and then I was so relieved that everyone was okay at the end and then the last few minutes confused and devastated me and I think I know what happened but this podcast is surreal and I need to talk about it with people

[reallyromealone]

Moving in

Dad Aizawa x baby reader

Shota sighed as he wrapped his son in a sling, (name) snoozing away happily as his tiny little hands clung to his dad's sweater and little feet dangling. With a sigh Aizawa made his way to the newly built dorms at UA, their stuff having been sent the night before so all that was left was them going there "let's get this over with..." Aizawa grumbled and the father son duo went off to their new living space for the year.

When they walked in it was still early maybe five am and little (name) was still out like a light as they went to the teachers dorm and Aizawa carefully set up his play pen so later when he got his shit ready (name) would have a place to sleep.

By time students arrived (name) was awake, stretching his little arms as Aizawa turned him to face forward because boy howdy did (name) get excited for new people "Aizawa sir, whose this?!" Mina asked excitedly as little (name) just looked at the incoming students curiously as he sucked on his pacifier. Aizawa sighed before looking at the students "this is my son (name)" he said bluntly and let his son hold his finger "how old is he?" Ochaco asked as she cooed over the babe who did not care for these people, far more interested in his hands hands.

"He's eight months old"

The students were facinated by the tiny baby but eventually Aizawa shooed them off to get them to go unpack "I will be unpacking myself, my room is down the hall to the right" Aizawa explained to the kids "I will put up a door sign if (name) is sleeping" he said holding up a door handle sign that said "sleeping baby" in simple bold words and the students nodded.

"We will uphold that sign!" Iida said seriously and chopped his hand and Aizawa just nodded before wandering off to his room...well rooms.

Teachers had more space than students especially if they have family, Aizawa getting two bedroom and a bathroom along with a small sitting room.

Just enough space for the two Aizawas.

Setting (name) into his play pen and grabbing a few toys for his son to play with, he began unpacking. Setting up his bed and setting up (name)s crib were the first things on his list before moving onto everything else.

(Name) just watched his dad go back and forth, perfectly amused with the company of his dad.

In his play pen were a few soft dolls of his dad's friends and co-workers and his all time favorite a handmade plush of his papa made by uncle Hisashi when he was born.

Aizawa had to bring it everywhere lest he be met with a sobbing baby.

The only fridges on the dorms were in the common area so Aizawa sighed before restrapping his son to his chest and lugging his babes formula and other infant food supplies to the common areas kitchen and began setting it up "you need help Mr. Aizawa?" Jiro asked softly, noticing her teacher had his hands full, Aizawa turned to look at her with an empassive expression before nodding "go to my room and grab his high chair if you can" he said calmly as he tried to keep his son from grabbing all his little baby snacks he loved so much "you can have some when the chair comes out" Aizawa said soft yet sternly to his son who looked up at him curiously.

" Here you are Mr Aizawa" Jiro said holding the high chair "thank you, this is an inconvenience but could you hold (name) while I set it up? He has a tendancy to want to 'help'" Aizawa asked the teen who awkwardly nodded and took the babe who was very facinated with her ear jacks and the teen played around with him, waving them infront of his face and watched the babe try to grab them.

When Aizawa set up the high chair he grabbed some bananas and chopped them up before taking (name) and putting him in and the two watched little (name) go to town on those bananas "he really likes bananas huh?"

"Oh he's a monster with bananas" Aizawa said with a slight laugh "if you need anything sir don't be afraid to ask me! I'm willing to watch him" it was very sweet seeing Jiro wanting to be helpful "focus on school but if it's an emergency I will come to you" Aizawa said patting her head "and you will be compensated accordingly when you do"

Jiro went back to her room to finish unpacking as Aizawa watched his son eat away "this is our new home bud, get used to it" Aizawa said fondly and little (name) wasn't even listening.

[nevilles-insinuations]

Tipsy - Clay Spenser

Summary: Clay is always iconic, but especially when drunk

TW: Mentions of drinking and being drunk (its the whole fic)

A/N: Hi people! Had this in the drafts for literal months (just watched the first season 6 ep, and changed a couple words to fit but there's no spoilers dw)

Word Count: 782 (kinda short but will write more on the topic if anyone wants!)

You heard them before you saw them, although what a sight it was to behold. You were surprised they had actually made it back while you were till awake. Still arguing over the remnants of a story that you would probably never hear the end of- "He lost his keys" were the first words spoken in your direction. Specifically from Sonny Quinn who offered an apology for their lateness and slightly dishhevelled appearance. Clay was holding onto him for dear life and they were somehow still bickering so you just stood there, waiting for it to end.

"Just saying the keys wouldn’t have rolled under the car if you hadn't dropped them!"

"Sure Peaches, I'm gonna assume that lapse in judgement is due to your inebriated state"

Sonny’s half exasperated, half amused expression wasn’t even your favourite part. You had to cover you laugh again as your eyes fell to you boyfriend. He looked angry that the older man had managed to catch him. Clay was trying to wriggle out of his grasp, clearly having too much faith in his drunken body. He had somehow beaten The Sonny Quinn to the punch and probably drank all the alcohol in the bar, because you could barely believe what was infront of you. Apparently, the story was Clay had won a bet which meant that unfortunatelty Sonny was now the designated driver.

“It is not my fault that you can’t handle your liquor"

"You are so unbelieavbly wrong right now"

"(Y/N), you get it-"

"I'm not getting involved boys"

They could hear your tone left no room for concessions, so the pair of them quickly dropped try to convince you. A little unsteady, Clay eventually made it inside the appartment, 3 hours later than he said he would. Although you were sure this was a record that would soon be broken again. Sonny ushered him through the doorframe, absolving himself of anymore blame about potential injuries or bruised egos. Now you were left to clean up the mess. Landing on the couch with a thump, Clay somehow still had energy for fighting. His damn drunk confidence had made him more empassioned than usual.

“Son- Sonny nearly… dropped me anyways”

Crossing his arms and with just a touch of sarcasm - He looked content that he had managed to yawn out the words and get one last jab in.

“Sweet dreams little delusional buddy- Blondie’s all yours”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way”

Turning back to your boyfriend, he had slumped his way off of the couch, settling on the floor. Blue eyes were attempting to innocently look up at you like butter wouldn't melt, but the alcohol meant he was half spaced out and focusing on the wall behind you.

“You’re a SEAL. How are you this clumsy?”

"M'not"

"Really?"

To prove his point, Clay took the hat off his head, reaching up to plant it on your head instead. Attempting to stand up, it was almost like an invisible force immediately knocked him back. You had asumed correctly, he was not making it to the bed.

Now came the fun part.

"Come on"

You grabbed his arm, trying desperately to lift him back up. Eventually, your method had some success and most of him was back onto the couch. You moved to grab a blanket, knowing he was going to be stuck on there until morning- afternoon if you were being realistic.

“You want some water?"

He shrugged at you, but you knew he would be thankful for it later. But he kept watching you with a bright smile on his face. You were safety for him - a bet free zone- that would, of course, still tease about this night for years to come. But his home nontheless. He could barely see straight but he could still see you.

"Just go to sleep"

He nods in response and you could see his eyelids getting heavier with the absence of loud music and fellow yelling drunk people. Running your fingers through his hair, your hand rested again his head for a moment. His several attempts to kiss your arm were almost on target, but at least got you to laugh again before you left him to his own drunken devices.

"Good luck - love you"

There was a slight pause as his brain caught up with his mouth to understand your words.

"G'Night babe"

His hands grabbed one of the couch cushions, cuddling it tight like a teddy bear as he finally settled into his bed for the night. This was definitely the last time you would see him happy for a couple days, you could practically smell tomorrow's hangover on his clothes.