#so why would it be different if it was my stuff

[indagonightmare]

Not to be that guy but buying pre-made cool pants is just giving your money to evil corporations anyways, its not that hard to make your own cool pants. The pants in wearing right now were $5 at the thrift store, they were a little too tight so I cut up the legs and put eyelets in ($30 for my fancy eyelet hole puncher which you don't NEED, you can also use a hammer, $6 for eyelets, $3 for string to go through the eyelets, $2 for paint) and now they look cool, fit properly and are a little more adjustable for if i gain/lose weight. Most of the pants at Hot Topic for example run about $50, i spent about $46 but the eyelets puncher is something i use all the time for different projects so it was a good investment for me, paint stretches SO far, the eyelets (depending on what size you buy) can be bought in 100 count which again stretches pretty far and since my pants are more adjustable now I'll be able to wear them even longer than if I bought a new pair of pants in my exact current size. I know making things isn't always the most accessible for everyone but if you're already looking to spend $50 on a new pair of pants why not try and make your own that you know will fit you properly. In an ideal world everyone would have the same equal option to buy pre-made things in any size but do you really want to give your money some corporation contributing to the fast fashion industry which relies on borderline slavery to operate and horrible for the environment anyways? Plus learning to make yiur own stuff is just fun, when you get compliments on something you're wearing that you made yourself it's so much more satisfying, and if you tell other people "thanks, i made them myself!" 10/10 times they think its incredibly cool and think you're even cooler. Once you get into it you'll see most clothes that look cool aren't that complicated and im sure there are tutorials online for a lot of stuff too (My pants for example, i know they're uneven, thats because i made them for me and i personally dont care but if you do care about that kind of thing its not hard to just take a bit of chalk and make marks on your pants or whatever youre making so it's measured out and even)

ya im complainiong about them i want the COOL PANTS not the MOM OF THE COOL PANTS

[drdemonprince]

I saw the anon that was like, comparing sex to dinner. and I have to ask a similar question.

If sex is just another activity, why does it have so much unique potential to like. scar people? Like. how come it's so easy to get sexual baggage but I don't have baggage surrounding like. falling off my bike?

I think if there was an entire class of people intent on pushing you off your bike all the time in order to prove their social power & if being pushed off your bike was regarded as something that made you a broken person, it would probably hit quite differently! The clearer analogy here is being beaten by someone or hit with a car. Not sexual, but very traumatic stuff!

[keferon]

I feel like in apocalyptic ponyo, Skids is still a super fast leaner- that kid watched a single video about how to make a raft once and managed to replicate it perfectly when the tsunami hit.

Which brings me to my second point: he would learn how to speak merish. It starts with simple words that he remembers like "food" when Shockwave brings fishes for them to eat or "sleep" when he notices they're feeling tired. Overtime he tries to mimick them and can actualy hold a simple conversation with a mer!

Oh my god WAIT okay okay IMAGINE if Skids is the first one who actually tries to communicate with Shockwave using simple gestures and charades and stuff right.

One time he notices that Shockwave keeps looking at the sky so he gets curious and is like. Why?

And Shockwave just finds a stick and starts drawing and primitively explaining different constellations and how to orient using them. Except all those constellations are completely different from human ones.

Later Thundercracker is like: I saw you and the fish man kept waving hands at each other. Do you think you can like...actually communicate?

And Skids is just. With wide sparkly happy eyes: I got an ASTRONOMY LESSON

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

SPOILER SPOILER

new yuu for the scara manga. Credits to magister_xehanort on reddit. Doesn't she looks cool?!! She kinda gives me kalim vibes since she looks bubbly. What do you think miss raven?

I already gave my (very brief) preliminary thoughts on our new Yuu, Yuuna Oujou (I must stress it is NOT Ojou) in this post. I would be more than happy to expand on those thoughts here though ^^

So firstly, this Yuu is a girl--and a very feminine presenting one at that. This supports the theory that each manga!Yuu will be going in the boy-girl-boy-girl order, or perhaps the opposite gender of the Great Seven member of each book/dorm.

I think it's great that we have a very femme Yuu in official Twst media; it definitely adds to the diversity of the Yuuniverse. I especially appreciate what this implies about the NRC cast: they don't treat a girly girl significantly differently (whether being overly nice, overly mean, or overly awkward around her) than they would a masculine-presenting or nonbinary Yuu.

One thing I LOVE about Yuuna is that she actually has several unique interactions with the NRC cast and the world. Part of why I don't like Yuuken or Yuuka as much is because their level-headed personalities didn't lead to them really changing much about how they interacted with this new environment + people (other than the occasional change, like Yuuka squaring up to fight). I liked Yuuta a lot more because he has way more moments to "be himself" in the world, like using his cooking to convince Leona to let him sleep over in Savanaclaw, being softer around Jack, and having a backbone when Grim tries to hurriedly cram food into his mouth before class. Yuuna goes even FURTHER than that. She has her own nicknames for each character, takes selfies with them, literally plunges into Kalim's Oasis Maker water without a care in the world, plays dress-up with the shiny stuff in Scarabia's storage room, freaks out about the bugs in Ramshackle, and SO much more. Yuuna legitimately feels like a part of this world rather than a passenger in it.

I think we should talk more about how Yuuna dresses! This is known as gyaru, which is a Japanese fashion subculture typically known for its rebellious outfits, tanned skin, big and/or dyed or bleached hair, many accessories, and exaggerated makeup. It is also associated with a particular attitude or behaviors, such as being outgoing, sociable, and energetic. The name gyaru (ギャル) originates from a Japanese transliteration of the English word 'gal'. I believe the style originally developed in the 1970s as a statement of nonconformity to Japanese beauty standards (which emphasizes being pale-skinned, dark-haired, and demure in their appearance). Gyaru was originally considered very inappropriate, and the older generation tend to stereotype it as frivolous and associated with adolescent delinquency. In the west, it was even sometimes mistaken as racist depictions of dark-skinned people. Nowdays, gyaru is more understood as being a way for people to break out of conventional beauty standards set upon them by society.

What Yuuna wears, as one of the anons shares, is a substyle of gyaru called kogal or kogyaru (子ギャル or コギャル). The 子 or コ (ko) in kogyaru means "child", referring to the childishness or youthfulness of those who typically wear this fashion. It is defined by those who wear clothes resembling Japanese high school uniforms with alterations and flairs made to them. (These alterations are usually frowned upon, as Japanese schools are very strict about wearing their uniform properly.) This could include alterations in color, wearing one's uniform differently, wearing loose socks, shortening the skirt, and/or adding accessories to bags. We may also see bleached hair and/or tanned skin. This substyle formed in the late 1980s and early 1990s, but is popular in modern day, as it has been picked up and promoted by Japanese media.

As I mentioned in the original post, Yuuna comes from the countryside and she helps her family out on their rice fields. However, her dream is to become a model in Tokyo (this is what her audition was for).

We don't get to see a lot of her parents, but I don't get the impression that they disapprove of her fashion or life choices. They just short of tell her off for looking at magazines while she's supposed to be doing something else. They allow her to go to a modeling audition too, rather than taking efforts to prevent it or to shame her from going. There's also no bullying alluded to or mentioned; I genuinely don't think Yuuna is supposed to have a tragic background. (None of the other manga!Yuus did, either.) She just has an interest in this fashion, and there doesn't have to be a deep or trauma-related reason for it. Simply her being into the gyaru subculture makes her a foil to Jamil. Gyaru is all about expressing oneself, even if society frowns upon it. Yuuna is able to be "true to herself" in this way, despite coming from a humble background. She is also willing and able to help her family out with their rice fields--but her aspirations lie elsewhere. Jamil isn't able to do the same. His family actively opposes his decisions and put him in a position where he isn't able to freely express himself or pursue anything other than what he was born into. He comes to resent what his family does and how he is forced to comply with it.

It's also interesting that her bubbly personality is also similar to Kalim's. Yuuna is shown to get along with him very well and is super friendly to the other NRC students, just like Kalim is. I wonder if this also plays into why Jamil thinks she can be easily manipulated (since he was also able to easily manipulate Kalim in book 4). He may underestimate them because of their similar personalities.

One last thing I want to note is 🤔 Yuuna continues the pattern of all manga!Yuus having surnames related to death... Her surname, Oujou, sounds like おうじょう or 往生際 (oujougiwa), a word that can mean "rebirth in another world", "a calm and peaceful death, "to breathe one's last", and/or "the moment before death/the brink of death". Ominous...

[thedragonofbadasstemple]

I don't normally comment on posts like this, but obsessed with the take as well that the point of this is to "cheer for them". The project is collecting testimonies from people who were involved with the MAGA movement, explaining why they fell into it, and why they left. We NEED stories like this to understand others and their viewpoints. We can't change people's minds, much less help them, if we can't understand why they think they way they do, or why the made the decisions that they did. Not everyone who voted for Trump did so for the same reason. Not everyone who wears a MAGA hat wears it for the same reason. A personal example, my father and my sibling both voted for Trump. My father blindsided me by this. He didn't vote for him the first two times, but did this time. With a sigh he explained his reason as "I watched the debates. He had a plan for the economy. Kamala didn't." He's a disabled vet. He works two jobs and my mom brings in more money than him. He's sick. He's a wounded dog that reached out for a shred of hope where he saw it. I know its misguided. I know that he made a lot of mistakes in life that led to where he is now, and that the economy is not to blame for his current predicament, but he can't see that. He has an entire lived experience different than mine that led up to this. My sibling is bisexual and transgender. He is 1.75 years younger than me. He is autistic and very mentally ill. He has never moved out from our parent's house, despite having thousands of dollars saved. He enjoys Warhammer 40k. He is a MAGA cultist. This is a change that happened out of nowhere for me. He blindsided me three years ago when we were hanging out on Christmas Eve and he wanted to show me Ben Shapiro stuff. I was surprised. I asked how could he watch that kind of stuff when he was queer and trans. He just responded "why are you bringing identity politics into this?" Its only gotten worse from there. Despite being trans himself, and despite me being his biggest ally and supporter for coming out to our parents, he misgenders me and says that he "doesn't believe in non-binary". He gets mad when I shit talk Trump and Elon. He is someone who doesn't always have a grip on reality, treats everything as a personal attack against him, and has little self-confidence. He has always been someone easily persuaded by others. Hes always had a nasty selfish streak. it makes absolute sense to me that he would end up falling into a hateful cult that would make him feel better than other people. If you have a loved one in the MAGA cult, you need to understand how they got to that point if you want to help them and get them out. If you want to be politically active and engage with other people of opposing viewpoints, then you need to know what those viewpoints are and why they hold those views in order to debate them. If you don't care, then you don't care. Not your circus, not your monkeys. But this information is valuable, even if its not relevant to you. No one is asking you to bend over backgrounds and congratulate anyone. This is just information for those who would seek it. That's all.

This is an interesting thing. Looks like testimonies of people who left the MAGA movement- how they got into it and why.

Leaving a cult is really hard, so I really respect the people who are speaking from this place.

[xiepheer]

Can you do a platonic Beast Cookies x reader who is the child of them but is very different from them, having more morals even if they are raised by them?

The Beast's Child

Beasts x Child! reader

Hi guys! Quite busy latelyyy! So I might not write for a lil!

Being the beasts child is definitely something.

Other kids would cower to you when they see you when you don't know why but it is simply your 5 parents.

They would call you things and no one would befriend you.

You were walking around the town you're in. Everyone knows your parents are the beasts and they do NOT treat you as equal.

They treat you as if you're the on responsible for their crimes.

While walking, you were bored.

You saw other children your age playing ball and walked to them to join them.

"Hello! My name's (Y/N)! Can I join you guys and wanna be friends?"

Was what you asked. You asked nicely from what you remember.

But you saw how their faces contorted to one of disgust.

"Ew no you can't!"

One of them yells. They seem to back away from you.

They knew you're their child but they didn't think you were different from them.

"Oh well why not??"

You asked full of curiosity. Curiosity was what they saw in your eyes and still believed you were trying to deceive them.

"You're the beasts child!"

They yelled.

"Beasts can't play with us!"

They yelled again.

This time, unlike the beasts who would go and try to destroy them to crumbs, they were shocked to actually see you running and crying.

Now being the Beast's child is hard and different from being a normal child.

While you were taught evil things by them but also getting taught with basics, the others would think you would have the same intentions as them.

But it is simply what you not want as a child.

Mostly your teacher would mostly be Mystic Flour cookie and Shadow Milk cookie.

And although Mystic Flour cookie does not teach you how to be villain or foul things, Shadow Milk cookie on the other hand would.

As the Beast's child, it is difficult for you to learn in school without getting teased even by the teachers.

And due to that, they forced you to study and learn in home instead.

The beasts would destroy everyone that teases their dearest child.

Creation or not, they would feel protective and love them platonically.

Now this love would include mother/father relationship.

Mystic Flour cookie would actually be a responsible and an actual mother.

Raising you, she would mostly be the one responsible for your needs.

Always giving you want your health needs.

She taught you how to not be a brat like how other people would be when given what they want.

"Now child, this is how you do it"

Is what she would say when teaching you how to do things.

She just knows she did something right by raising you.

She saw how kind you are to other despite staying with the evil forces.

Now Shadow Milk cookie would be the type of dad that would be completely opposite of responsible.

I mean yes he has responsibilities, but don't expect him to do it on the formal way.

He would do it in a jester like way.

Now him being one of your dad's, he would be the type of dad that would help you feel happy again.

He would take you to his shows and show you very amazing stuff.

And along the show, was of course his apprentices Candy Apple cookie and Black Sapphire cookie.

Now they would help you get entertained when you're very bored.

You were walking around, very bored.

Shadow Milk cookie took notice of that.

He was the one babysitting you for now and he saw that bored expression of yours.

So he decided to surprise you by covering your eyes and pulling you to somewhere.

When you were sat down, he took off his hands from your eyes and saw that you're in a circus.

"Now dearest child! Welcome to my show! Ready to get entertained, see things, laugh? You're just in the right place dear child!"

He spoke.

And he saw how your eyes sparkled with interest and watched closely.

You were surely surprised and entertained and he was glad that he was able to please your boredom.

Now being Burning Spice cookie as a father is something.

He would take you to watch him destroy cities.

He would teach you how to destroy.

In fact, he doesn't even know how to take care of a child.

Mystic Flour cookie had to force him since she can be busy sometimes and so as Shadow Milk cookie.

He would sometimes hand you over to Nutmeg Tiger cookie whenever he's too bored and doesn't want to take care of you.

Though he does value you too.

He would protect you greatly. He wouldn't harm you.

If you were harmed, he would find the city where the person harmed you and KABOOM. It's gone.

Don't expect him to be like the other beast cookies you've been with. He is NOT like them.

He would indeed teach you how the ways in the Spice Land or kingdom would be.

And he would eventually teach you how to wield a sword if you didn't.

Him teaching isn't exactly like Mystic Flour cookie or Shadow Milk cookie.

It'd be a mix of joy and destruction.

Joy because he's teaching you and seeing you learn from someone as destructive as him.

And Destruction because he's teaching you how to destroy like how he does. (Cuz he's basically The Great Destroyer in his kingdom)

"Now you child! This is how you do it!!!"

He yelled out loud as he ran to the victim.

Now the victim ran and ran. Screaming but no one helped as everyone knew that even if there's countless numbers of them, they will not be able to defeat him.

He would run and laugh at the same time and you would just watch, holding the sword.

The sword is quite heavy but over time, you got used to it.

When you slained your first one, he was overjoyed.

Though he forced you to do that though. To see if you actually learned from him.

He was so overjoyed that he went to the two other beasts to show you off holding a sword.

But still, you were still the gentle cookie of the beasts.

You were their child but you were very gentle and kind and not destructive like them.

Just because they're evil, doesn't mean their child remains evil.

You're still waiting for your other two parents to be released from the tree. (Eternal Sugar cookie and Silent Salt Cookie)

Hey everyone! I've been very busy lately! So as an apology, I spent an hour thinking and writing this! I hope this is long enough! I might not upload for a few days or so because of school works!

Anyways I love you guys TYSM FOR YOUR SUPPORT!! 🫶 💗 💕

[joedirtymadre]

You’re done

(LAW X READER! ANGST!)

“Can’t I stay here? Just for the night, today you were really rough and I’m exhausted…” you replied. “But if you stay then the crew will learn about our relationship. Don’t you remember what we agreed on?” He asked. “To keep our relationship a secret from the others… but-“ you were cut off. “But nothing, come on baby do me the favor. Go clean up in the girl’s shower and head to your bed,” he said as he rubbed your back.

“Ok…” you said disappointedly. Slowly picking yourself up and putting your clothes back on. “Good,” Law nodded. You began leaving the room, “Oh and before you go, mind washing these sheets in the morning?” You heard Law asked. You turned around only to receive a balled up bedsheet. “Sure,” you smiled.

You quickly showered and now laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. You’ve been in a secret relationship with Law for about 4 months now. It started accidentally, as soon as you’ve joined the crew you’ve always had a small crush on your captain. Then one day you decided to confess your feelings, expecting to be rejected, but was actually accepted!

But… “Make sure you don’t tell anyone, we have to keep this relationship a secret or else everyone might start treating you differently,” Law’s words appeared in your head. “So that’s how it’s been, you only meet up at night and keep pretending like there’s nothing between you… and it’s starting to get difficult.

You don’t know why, but whenever you hang out with Law you feel your chest tighten. Almost as if you regret doing this with him. “He loves me, I shouldn’t overthink anything,” you said softly. You forced yourself to fall asleep.

The Next Day

“Hey (Y/N)! Get up! We docked at an island!” Bepo said as he shook you awake. “H-Huh?” You asked as you rubbed your eyes. “We docked at an island, let’s go! I wanna explore the plaza!” Bepo smiled as he dragged you out of bed. “Oh hold on, I have to wash some stuff first,” you yawned as you stood up. “Huh? Just do it later! Now come on, even the captain is out exploring!” Bepo said as he grabbed hold of you and raced towards the island.

“You could’ve at least let me change Bepo, I’m wearing pjs,” you sighed. “I know, but I was so excited to explore. Especially because I smelled some yummy snacks,” he smiled. “Oooh I wouldn’t mind eating some cotton candy,” you added. “So let’s hurry!” Bepo said and we raced towards the plaza.

Later

You and Bepo were finally heading back to the submarine. “Those snacks were so good,” Bepo sighed happily. “You better hope you don’t wake up with a stomach ache tomorrow,” you laughed. “I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Bepo said.

You finally stepped onto the submarine. “Now I should really get to was-“ you were cut off. “(Y/N)! Captain wants you to head to his office asap!” You heard Penguin shout out. You and Bepo were startled by the abrupt tone. “O-Ok,” you stuttered. You said goodbye to Bepo and headed straight to Law.

You knocked slowly on his office door and heard, “Come in.” You slowly walked inside, shutting the door behind you. “Hi, what’s up?” You asked as you walked over to sit across from him. “And where have you been today?” He asked, in an annoyed tone. “Oh, I was out exploring the new island today with Bepo. It was so much fun we got cotton candy, some chocolates, and-“ you were interrupted. “And what of your chores?” Law asked. “O-Oh, well I just came back, but I’ll get started on them,” you replied.

“Ok, but why did you think it was ok for you to leave before finishing your daily chores?” He asked. “Oh w-well…” you trailed off. “I came back from exploring myself to find my office untidy, my sheets not on my bed, and other clothing unwashed,” he pointed out. “I-I know, and I said I would start right now,” you replied. “I just don’t understand why you’re acting so irresponsibly today. A real girlfriend would have everything set before their significant other notices,” he sighed.

You felt your eye twitch with that comment. “I see…” you trailed off. “Well if you ‘see’ why are you still here? Hurry up and get started! Oh, and I’ll see you tonight at the usual hour, I’m feeling a little stressed,” he said as he picked up one of his documents.

You sat there and stared at him. He glanced up and clicked his tongue, “You’re still here?” He asked. “Law, is this really how you think a girlfriend should act?” You asked. “What do you mean?” He asked. “What I mean is, you think a girl should act like a maid, who’s able to spread their legs around your schedule?” You asked. “That’s a vulgar way of putting it,” he rolled his eyes. “But not hearing a no from you. Law, do you even see me as a real girlfriend? Or am I just your convenient maid who’s also a cum rag for your time in need?” You asked as you stood up.

“God, why are you being so dramatic? Are you unhappy by the way we do things? Don’t forget that you agreed to us hiding our relationship,” he pointed out. “Ok, hide our relationship. But for the past few months I've been treated as nothing more than a stupid maid! When’s the last time you've done something for me? Exactly! Cause you don’t do shit for me!” You yelled. “Stop. Let’s talks about this later, when you’re less emotional,” he cleared his throat.

“No need! Cause I’m ending this conversation, I think it’s time for us to break up,” you blurted out. “Excuse me?” He questioned. “I’m tired… and I’ve just realized that you never loved me, you just wanted to use me. Well I’m done, so in 2 hours I’ll be gone ‘Captain’,” I mocked. “Gone?! Wait, hold on!” Law said as he stood up, but you quickly spun around and stormed out his office.

While packing, Law made it impossible for you to collect your items. “Out of my way,” you barked. “No way, why are you doing this? I thought you love me, why are you upset that I wanted you to be responsible and finish your workload,” he said as he stood in front of every door, blocking you at each turn. “I did love you, but I can obviously see now that it was one-sided. Also, why should I be responsible for your workload? I’m done…” you trailed off as you finally pushed him aside, making it out onto the deck.

You continued marching towards the island, but quickly stopped to hear his words.

“Wait! If… If you take one step into that island just know that you’d never be welcomed back here! No matter how much you beg!” He yelled out. You turned to face him, rolling your eyes at him. Then quickly turning around finally leaving this place.

“Fine! Leave! I never loved you anyways! Good luck findng another home!” He heard from the distance. Quickly continuing your journey ahead, away from that man.

[s4wdvator]

˙ . ꒷ 🧁 TEENAGER LOVE . 𖦹˙—

━━━━ 𖹭 THE STORY TAKES PLACE IN THE 90s

𓂅 ꒰ PAIRING : teen cowboy!jensen ackles x fem!reader

𓂅 ꒰ WORDS: 3,8K

𓂅 ꒰ SYNOPSIS : Childhood. Something Jensen and y/n always had and shared—even him being 2 years older than her—while they were growing up together, was something platonic. But as childhood fades and passion rises, everything changes in their relationship.

𓂅 ꒰ WARNINGS : friends to lovers, Jensen and reader's childhood, smut, morning n protected sex, p in v, oral sex, reader having a crush on Jensen over the years, lots of fluff, mention of the reader sleeping with Jensen, and maybe more stuff!

𓂅 ꒰ NOTES : If any of the topics discussed bother you, I recommend you leave to avoid discomfort. Remember, English is not my first language, so sorry if I make mistakes in words and etc... maybe will have a part 2 if u guys wanted! AND YES!!! I finally come back to post this one!!

1990 —

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ THE GOLDEN TEXAS SUN was rising over the horizon, gently illuminating the vast Ackles family farm. The clear, cloudless sky seemed to promise another warm and peaceful day, while the aroma of fresh coffee and freshly baked apple pie filled the house, creating a familiar and welcoming atmosphere. It was a morning like so many others, but for Jensen and Y/N, that day had a special meaning.

Outside the house, the sound of laughter echoed through the orchard. Jensen and Y/N, as always, were together. He, with his messy blond hair and bright green eyes, was leaning against one of the trees, counting to ten. She, with her heart racing, was hiding behind an apple tree. Her chest rose and fell quickly from the running, and a mischievous smile adorned her lips. They were playing hide and seek, as they had done since they were children, but now, there was something different in the air, something more intense that neither of them could fully explain.

Y/N tried to contain a nervous laugh as she spied Jensen from afar. However, he was always smart, perceptive like no one else. Hearing the familiar sound of her laughter, he smiled at the corner of his mouth, that smile she knew so well, and began walking towards the tree where she was.

"Damn it," she hissed through her teeth, realizing he had already found her. Jensen was there, right in front of her, smiling as if he had known he would win the game from the start. Slightly irritated, the ten-year-old girl came out of her hiding place and crossed her arms, staring at him with a sullen expression.

"That wasn't fair, Jay," she protested, her voice childish and slightly breathless. He laughed, a cheerful sound that always made her heart beat faster, even if she didn't yet understand why.

"You're just saying that because you don't know how to lose," he retorted, the provocative tone evident.

Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes. She hated to admit it, but he was right. He always was. It irritated her to no end, but at the same time, she loved how Jensen always seemed to be one step ahead of her.

"Idiot," she muttered, staring into his green eyes, which shone in the sunlight. Jensen let out another laugh, a genuine one that made her chest warm in a strange, new way.

"Deal with it and it'll hurt less, brat," he teased again, with that smug smile she loved to hate.

She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms tightly. “You say that like you’re not only two years older,” she retorted, the stubbornness evident in her voice. She hated it when he called her a “brat.” Two years was nothing, and she couldn’t understand why he insisted on it so much.

Jensen just shrugged, muttering a casual, "Whatever." He always did that, making her even more irritated. Regardless, the two of them began walking together back to the house, where Jensen's mother called them for breakfast.

After eating, Y/N and Jensen went to his room, as they did almost every morning. The space had the typical smell of clean sheets and a light woody essence, so characteristic of him. They were sitting side by side on the bed, the comfortable silence filling the room. Y/N looked at him curiously, as if she wanted to unravel the thoughts that were going through his mind. In turn, Jensen looked back at her, arching an eyebrow, as if wondering why she was watching him so much.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he finally asked, his tone slightly amused.

"I don't know," she replied with a shrug, but a smile played on her lips. "Maybe because you're fun to watch."

Jensen narrowed his eyes, pretending to be offended. "Funny? I'm a lot of things, Y/N, but funny is definitely not one of them."

She laughed, shaking her head. "If you say so, Jay."

1993 —

Jensen’s room had that familiar smell of youth: a mix of freshly washed sheets, cheap deodorant, and something that was all his own, a scent Y/N had known since they were kids. She was sitting on the corner of his bed, her hands clasped in her lap, her bare feet swinging as she took in the scene before her. Jensen was leaning against the headboard, a smug smile playing on his lips while his new girlfriend, Sarah—or was it Samantha? She didn’t care to remember—was cuddled up next to him.

They kissed. Not a discreet kiss, but one that made uncomfortable noises and made Y/N want to roll her eyes until the limit. She felt out of place, as if she had been thrown into a scenario she shouldn't be in.

Why had Jensen called her here? For this? To watch him and Sarah kiss like they were in one of those teen movies she hated? It didn’t make sense. They always did everything together: played video games, listened to music, laughed at the stupid jokes that only they understood. But lately, everything was different. He was different. Jensen was fifteen now, and it seemed like suddenly girls like Sarah were more interesting to him than the best friend he’d known all his life.

Y/N felt something strange in her chest. It was like a tightness, an discomfort that she couldn't name. Part of her wanted to yell at him, ask him why he was acting like this, but another part knew she had no right to do that. After all, he wasn't hers. Right?

She tried to ignore the sound of their kissing and focused on a poster on the wall of a band they listened to together. But it was no use. Every muffled giggle from Sarah or the way Jensen mumbled something that made her laugh only made her angrier. The comfortable silence she always felt in his room now felt heavy, suffocating.

Finally, Y/N couldn’t watch any longer. She jumped up from the bed, her hands shaking and her face red, but not from embarrassment. It was anger. It was sadness. It was… jealousy?

"Where are you going?" Jensen asked, pulling his lips away from Sarah's long enough to look at Y/N with a confused expression.

She turned to him, her eyes flashing with frustration. “To my place,” she said, her voice more sharp than she intended. “I don’t want to stand here and watch you kiss someone.”

The room fell silent. Sarah looked at Jensen, then at Y/N, her eyebrows slightly raised, as if she was enjoying the scene. Jensen, on the other hand, seemed genuinely lost. He blinked a few times, as if he hadn't realized until that moment that Y/N's presence there was, at the very least, uncomfortable.

"Y/N, wait..." Jensen began, but she was already at the door, her hand on the handle.

"No, Jey." She turned away for a moment, her eyes fixed on him in a way he didn't recognize. "You should have asked me to play video games or something, but not for this. I don't have to stand here and watch you..." She gestured vaguely with her hands, indicating Sarah, who seemed to be enjoying the drama. "Doing this."

Before he could respond, she left, slamming the door behind her. Jensen sat up in bed, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Sarah tried to pull him back to the moment, but he couldn’t stop staring at the closed door, his mind spinning over what had just happened.

Outside, Y/N walked quickly down the sidewalk, the cold night wind blowing against her face. Her eyes felt stinging, but she refused to cry. What was happening to her? Why was this bothering her so much? Jensen was her best friend, and it was normal for him to have a girlfriend. Right? So why did it feel like something inside her was breaking?

She kicked a rock in her path, frustrated with herself. Maybe she was overreacting. Maybe she should have stayed and acted like she didn’t care. But she did. And that scared her.

As she crossed the street to get home, a memory came to her: Jensen, at nine years old, holding her hand as they climbed into the tree house he had built with his father. He had promised that they would always be best friends, that he would never leave her behind. "You're my partner in everything, Y/N," he had said, with that boyish smile that she had never forgotten.

But now, he had Sarah. And for the first time, Y/N felt like she might not be his partner in everything anymore.

Back in the room, Jensen was still lost in thought. Sarah, realizing he was no longer paying attention to her, sighed and started playing with her hair. "Your friend is a bit dramatic, isn't she?" she commented, with an irritating tone that made Jensen frown. .

“Don’t talk about her like that,” he replied automatically, his voice more serious than Sarah had expected. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, but said nothing. Jensen, in turn, got up from the bed and walked to the window, looking out at the dark street. He knew he had done something wrong, but he couldn’t put it into words. Y/N looked… hurt. And he hated that.

Maybe he had been selfish in inviting her here. He thought it would be normal, that she wouldn't mind. After all, they always did everything together. But now, he was starting to realize that not everything was the same. Things were changing, and he didn't know if he liked it.

Jensen sighed, running a hand through his messy blond hair. He knew he needed to talk to her, to explain himself. But deep down, he was afraid that even if he did, something between them would have changed forever.

1995 —

The day dawned with the sun shining high in the sky, as if even the universe wanted to celebrate Y/N's 15th birthday. The weather seemed perfect for outdoor parties, and her house was full of family and friends, all busy with laughter, conversation, and of course, eating the delicious treats her mother had prepared. Colorful balloons were scattered around the yard, and a large banner read: *"Happy Birthday, Y/N!"*

Y/N was excited. Her radiant smile and infectious energy made everyone around her feel good. She had that gift. With every congratulation she received, she thanked them with a hug or a kind word, but deep down, all she wanted was to see one specific person: Jensen.

Jensen Ackles. The boy she had known for as long as she could remember. Her best friend, her partner in all her adventures, and now, the guy she was starting to kiss in secret. Their relationship had changed in the last few months, and Y/N knew it. She also knew that she had played an important role in this change. After all, she was the one who insisted that something happen between them, so that he would stop putting up so many barriers and just admit what they both felt.

She chuckled to herself as she remembered their first conversations about it, a few months ago. Jensen, at seventeen, had seemed genuinely terrified of the idea of getting involved with her in a different way. He’d said something like, “You’re fourteen, Y/N. This is wrong. I’m going to get arrested!” And she couldn’t help but laugh so hard she cried. It was hard to take Jensen seriously when he said things like that, especially since deep down, she knew he wanted that too.

But he had resisted. For weeks. Maybe even months. Until finally, he had given in. Jensen had always been stubborn, but Y/N was even more so. And once she had made up her mind that she wanted something more with him, there was no way she could give up. The first time he had kissed her, it had been quick, a little awkward, like he was afraid someone would see them. But after that, things had started to flow between them. They weren’t officially dating—not yet—but what they had was special. And she knew it.

Y/N walked around the yard, greeting the guests, but her eyes were always searching for him. Where was Jensen? He promised he would come, and she trusted him. He never let her down.

Finally, she saw him. He was leaning against the fence at the back of the yard, wearing a black T-shirt that showed off his broad shoulders and strong arms. His blond hair was messy as always, and he had that signature smirk that made her heart beat faster. He looked a little out of place in the middle of the party, as if he didn't quite know where he fit in.

She smiled and walked towards him, the flowery dress she wore swaying gently in the breeze. When she got close enough, she stopped, crossing her arms and arching an eyebrow.

"You finally showed up, huh?" she said, her tone playful, but with a touch of lightness that only she knew how to use.

Jensen looked at her and chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck like he always did when he was a little nervous. "I was here the whole time. You were the one busy being the star of the party."

"Oh, sure," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Like you didn't know I was looking for you."

He smiled, and that damn smile made her legs go a little weak. Jensen had that effect on her, even if he didn’t know it—or pretended not to.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," he said finally, his voice low and husky. He stepped forward, pulling something out of his pocket. It was a small, poorly wrapped package, as if he had packed it in a hurry.

"You brought a present?" she asked, surprised. "Jensen Ackles, you're getting sentimental."

"Don't say that out loud," he teased, handing her the package. "It'll ruin my reputation."

Y/N laughed as she carefully unwrapped the gift. Inside was a small necklace, simple but pretty. The pendant was a small silver star. She looked at it in surprise, and then at Jensen, who looked slightly uncomfortable, as if he was afraid she wouldn't like it.

"It's... just something small," he said, shrugging. "I saw it at the store and... it reminded me of you. Always shining and everything."

For a moment, Y/N was speechless. Not because the gift was grand, but because it was so... Jensen. He always knew how to make something simple seem special. She smiled, placing the necklace around her neck.

"It's perfect," she said, her voice soft. "Thank you, Jey."

He gave her a shy smile, but before he could say anything, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. It was quick, but enough to make Jensen blush slightly.

"Come on," she said, taking his hand. "Let's get out of here. This party is boring without you."

He hesitated for a second, but in the end, he followed her. They walked to the back of the yard, where there was a small swing hanging from a tree. It was a place they had visited so many times as children, and it felt natural to be there now.

Y/N sat on the swing, while Jensen leaned against the tree trunk, watching her with that look she could never fully decipher. She swayed slightly, her feet touching the ground.

"You know I like you, right?" she said suddenly, her tone casual but her heart racing. She wasn't good at keeping things to herself, especially when it came to Jensen.

He looked at her, surprised, but said nothing for a moment. Then he sighed, crossing his arms.

"I know," he replied finally. "And... I like you too. A lot. More than I should, maybe."

She frowned, tilting her head. "Why more than you should?"

"Because you're 15, Y/N," he said, looking frustrated with himself. "And I'm 17. Do you know what people would say if they knew we were... I don't know, hooking up?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "Jensen, seriously? Two years difference is nothing. And besides, who cares what other people think?"

He opened his mouth to reply, but closed it again. She was right, as always. He knew that. He knew she was stubborn, determined, and that in the end, he couldn't say no to her. He never could.

"You're so annoying," he muttered, but there was a smile on his lips.

"I know," she replied, smiling back. "And you like it."

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but laugh. And in that moment, as the sun began to set and the golden light illuminated her face, Jensen realized he was completely screwed. Because he didn’t just like Y/N. He loved her. And that scared him more than anything else in the world.

1998 –

That morning, Leitora's room became a temple of passion, where she and Jensen, childhood friends and now lovers, would give themselves to each other without reservations. At 18, Leitora felt that her life was finally beginning, and Jensen's love was the key to unlocking all her secrets.

The sunlight, filtered through the curtains, bathed their naked bodies in a golden glow, highlighting every curve, every scar, every mark of the history they shared. Reader admired Jensen as he slept, his face relaxed and serene, his brown hair spread across the pillow. She felt a love so deep it hurt, an irresistible desire to protect him and love him forever.

Jensen woke slowly, his emerald green eyes meeting Reader's passionate gaze. A lazy smile curved his lips, and he asked, his voice hoarse with sleep, "What are you thinking about, my love?"

"How lucky I am to have you," Reader replied, with a radiant smile.

Jensen approached, wrapping Reader in his strong arms and kissing her passionately. Their lips met in a whirlwind of desire, their tongues dancing in a frenzied rhythm. Jensen's hands slid over Reader's body, caressing her breasts, her belly, her thighs. She felt a shiver run down her spine, and her nipples hardened under the touch of his fingers.

The more Jensen touched her, the more Reader gave in to the moment. She spread her legs, inviting him to explore every inch of her body. Jensen accepted the invitation with a moan, kissing and licking every curve, every crevice.

Carefully, he began to caress Reader's clit, his fingers dancing in circular motions that brought her to the edge of ecstasy. She moaned loudly, and Jensen whispered in her ear: "Shhh, don't make noise, baby. Your parents are sleeping."

But Reader couldn't contain herself. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she gave herself completely to the moment. Jensen continued to caress her, his fingers working masterfully on her clitoris. Then, he pulled the sheets away from their bodies and began to trace hot, wet kisses on her stomach, thigh and groin, she writhed at his touch.

It was too much, he was too good to be true.

Soon, he licked her pussy. Tasting her for the first time was a bit bittersweet, but very good. He could stay there for hours, just drinking her juices and cum. While his tongue worked on everything, he started sucking her clit, while his long fingers were penetrating her, and all of this, made her moan loudly, writhing on the bed.

Her reactions made him happy. He was more experienced than her, and he was happy to give her so much pleasure. After a while of just eating her pussy, she finally came in his mouth. She tasted wonderful.

Reader's body convulsed in spasms of pleasure, and she cried out Jensen's name. He hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately as she recovered from the ecstasy.

After a moment of silence, Jensen pulled away and grabbed a condom from the dresser drawer. He tore the wrapper open with his teeth and placed it on his erect member, his eyes locked with Reader's.

Carefully, he positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her warm, inviting wetness. He looked into her eyes, seeking her permission, and she nodded, her eyes full of desire.

Jensen entered Reader slowly, feeling her tighten around him. She moaned in pleasure, and he began to move in a slow, sensual rhythm.

The more Jensen moved, the more Reader gave in to the moment. She hugged him tightly, her fingers digging into his back as she lost herself in the pleasure. He kissed her, nibbled her, caressed her, each touch increasing her arousal.

"Jensen..." she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "More... please, more..."

Jensen obeyed, increasing the pace of his thrusts. He thrust into her hard, feeling her writhe and moan beneath his weight. He loved her with every cell in his body, and he wanted to make her feel the same.

Finally, they both climaxed at the same time. Reader screamed, her body shaking in waves of pure pleasure as Jensen filled her with his love. They remained embraced for a long time, their bodies still vibrating with the energy of orgasm.

After a moment of silence, Reader pulled back and looked at Jensen with a mischievous smile. “Now it’s my turn,” she said, her eyes shining with desire.

Jensen smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. He lay back on the bed, inviting Reader to do whatever she wanted with him.

Reader knelt before Jensen and took his member in her hands. She kissed him, licked him while she began the soothing movements up and down, just to warm him up and then took him to her mouth. His cock was big and thick. She managed to take half of it, the rest her hands caressed and sometimes, her hands massaged his balls, which were already heavy with the desire for a new release. Jensen moaned in pleasure, feeling Reader's warm tongue envelop him.

She sucked and licked him with fervor, her lips and tongue working together to bring him to the edge. Jensen gripped Reader's hair, controlling his movements as he lost himself in the pleasure.

"Oh..." he moaned, his voice thick with desire. "You're amazing..."

Reader continued to suck him passionately, until Jensen felt like he was going to explode. He warned her what would happen, he was going to cum in her mouth and so he did, she stopped sucking him for a bit and just kept moving her hands, encouraging him to cum right away in her mouth. Her mouth was open just waiting and finally, he was spurting his semen into Reader's mouth. She swallowed it all with pleasure, savoring every drop of his love.

When they were finally done, they were both exhausted but incredibly satisfied. They had explored every corner of their bodies. After the intimate moment, they enjoyed the morning together, eating, watching a movie on TV. But in Reader's mind, it was like she finally felt good, free and at home. The thought of feeling at home with him made her hug him tighter and he smiled.

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[azzandra]

Aw, man, can't believe it's been two years since I wrote that.

When I reblogged and added my little commentary, I actually hadn't anticipated my comment to be reblogged by more than a couple of mutuals or be seen outside of my followers. I was just sharing a term that popped up in my head as a joke.

If I knew this glib comment I dashed off one morning without much thought was going to breach containment and take on a life of its own, I probably would have added a few disclaimers.

Since then, I've seen some people miss the point about what I was talking about in a few huge ways, so I'll clarify now a few points:

I have nothing against the cockroach wife dude.

I don't know if that story is true or not (there are some weird people out in the world, so I won't dismiss it out of hand, but like. come on) and I sincerely do not care that his spankbank was exclusively taken up by a cockroach woman. The part of his tale that we should take as a parable is where he solely and without being forced by anyone else hinged his entire sexuality around an imaginary construct that then made him incapable of being attracted to real human women. Remember, his story starts with him complaining that he can't get it up with his human girlfriend without picturing her as a huge cockroach. He did that. Nobody forced him to develop this condition. This is a lesson for the rest of us.

people going 'I think they're both pretty!' like that's the centrist silver bullet to this phenomenon.

Listen, yeah. I agree. Both versions are meant to be attractive, just to wildly different demographics. You know who doesn't agree? The guys I'm talking about.

The dudes I am referencing do NOT think both characters are attractive to different people. They think the original is attractive to NOBODY, and everyone else in the world is just PRETENDING that the first one is attractive in any way, and they're convinced everyone else also objectively knows the original art is ugly but there's a conspiracy to subject poor defenseless heterosexual men to pictures of butt-ugly women in order to brainwash them or something.

The guys afflicted with Cockroach Wife Syndrome are on some gamerbro qanon shit where their perception of reality is slanted to a comical degree, but they think their experiences are objective and unbiased, and they're making it everyone else's problem.

people smugly going 'OP has an anime girl in their icon' like that's some sort of gotcha

Yeah, man, I'm not opposed to anime girls. I'm not even opposed to hentai, or blender porn, or masturbation. I think everyone deserves to masturbate if they want to, and the way the world is going, we all probably deserve to masturbate a lot more (porn addiction isn't a real thing, my dudes). I accept that some people are going to jerk it to stuff that I don't find attractive, and maybe consider repulsive, and that's just going to be a fact of life from here unto eternity. We all need to come to terms to that.

But the Cockroach Wife Syndrome sufferers do NOT want to accept it. They want the entire world to have only one porn preference that aligns neatly to their own, and also they want all fictional depictions of women everywhere to adhere precisely to their porn preference.

And like, why would we do what these guys say? Now, me, personally, each time I see one of their yassified sexy edits of an already pretty female character, it always looks like the tackiest shit to me, like they're a toddler who got into mommy's make-up. I want to start a GoFundMe to send them to beautician school. I don't care how much they screech about it, they cannot convince me their aesthetic tastes are something to emulate, so I coined this term for them just so I had a name for their obnoxious behavior.

All that being said, in the time since I wrote this post, I discovered it gained some traction outside of tumblr. "Cockroach Wife Syndrome" was added to Urban Dictionary. There are people slinging around the term on twitter. I personally got jumpscared by running into it in the wild on reddit, which was how I found out people are actually using it. Honestly, I am not that hyped about this being my legacy (and I am so sorry to the OP of this post that I got them stuck with seeing every reply or tag someone ever makes about the cockroach wife guy, like I'm some malevolent storytime cuckoo who dropped disturbing internet tales in their nest). But ultimately, I think this one is actually on the thousands of people who reblogged it and considered that I described a phenomenon that they also observed.

Y'all stay safe out there, and remember to vary your masturbation material once in a while.

i wish i could see this picture for the first time again

[little-mari-on-a-roof]

Frenglish differences in Miraculous - Episode 4

Copycat/L'Imposteur

The French name for Copycat is “L’imposteur”, which means "The impostor". There’s no pun here, so it isn't as clever as the English name.

Marinette

En: What? What did you expect me to say? "Hey hot stuff, this is Marinette. I'd ask you on a date to a movie but I've got such a crazy crush on you that the only way to talk to you without foaming at the mouth is over this stupid phone." Pretty ridiculous, right?

Fr: Quoi? J'allais quand même pas lui laisser comme message "Salut beau gosse, c'est Marinette. J'aimerais bien t'inviter au ciné mais j'suis tellement amoureuse de toi que le seul moyen que j'ai pour te parler sans que ma bouche (boufse) se mette à pfoupfouter c'est à travers ce fichu téléphone".

What? I wasn't going to leave him as a voicemail "Hi handsome, it's Marinette. I'd love to ask you out to the cinema but I'm so in love with you that the only way for me to talk to you without my mouth (moupf) going pfftpft is through this stupid phone".

“Beau gosse” is a way to refer to someone you find attractive/a hunk. A more literal translation would be "pretty kid" (with an informal slang word for "kid"). "Pfoupfouter"/"pfftpft" is a verb used to imitate the sound she makes when she stutters. It's not a real word so someone other than me might transcribe and translate it differently. She also mispronounces "mouth" to illustrate her inability to talk to Adrien.

Chat Noir

En: Hey, I don't mean to burst your bubble, but you know, Ladybug and me, we're a thing, you know.

Fr: Désolé de briser tes rêves mais tu sais y'a un truc spécial entre Ladybug et moi, tu vois ce que je veux dire ?

Sorry to crush your dreams but you know, there's something special between Ladybug and I, you know what I mean?

The English dub makes it seem like Chat Noir is saying they're already dating, but in French he doesn't go as far and only claims they have "something special".

Tikki to Marinette after she imagines a dramatic scenario about ending up in prison

En: Marinette, you really need to get your priorities in order.

Fr: Marinette, tu sais qu'on est pas dans un film, là.

Marinette, you know we're not in a movie.

Chat Noir about Copycat

En: Not only is that person a fake, he's a terrible fake.

Fr: En plus d'être un imposteur, il fait des blagues atroces.

Not only is he an impostor, he makes atrocious jokes.

Presenter speaking on the radio

En: Thanks. Now for your weather...

Fr: Sans transition, bonne nouvelle pour les amateurs de batavia...

Without transition, good news for Batavia (type of salad) lovers...

No joke, this is one of my favourite lines in the whole show. It's so random and subtly hilarious. I can't believe they just deleted it in the English dub.

Ladybug after she learns about Chat Noir reportedly stealing from the Louvre

En: Cat Noir is a lot of things, but he's no thief.

Fr: Chat Noir a de nombreux défauts mais c'est pas un voleur.

Chat Noir has got plenty of faults, but he's not a thief.

French Ladybug being savage.

Ladybug

En: Stop playing around and calling me Bugaboo. This is really serious.

Fr: Arrête de faire l'imbécile et de m'appeler Buginette. C'est vraiment sérieux.

Stop acting like an imbecile and calling me "Buginette". This is really serious.

Once again French Ladybug being a savage. Also, in French -ette is a suffix added to words to mean something is small and/or cute, which is why Chat Noir calls her like that. Nothing to do with her real name, Marinette. (I've seen people say they were confused by this before, so that's why I'm pointing it out.)

Ladybug after Copycat says “if I can't have you then nobody can”

En: Let's wrap this up.

Fr: Je n'appartient à personne.

I don't belong to anyone.

Not sure why they would change that one ://.

Ladybug - Chat Noir

En: He's pretty good. - Don't need to rub it in.

Fr: Il est plutôt doué. - N'exagérons rien.

He's pretty talented. - Let's not exaggerate things.

French Chat Noir would never admit that his copycat is any good.

Chat Noir - Ladybug

En: I told you I was better than him. - But I'm better than both of you.

Fr: Je t'avais dit que j'étais le meilleur. - Mais moi je suis encore bien meilleure.

I told you I was the best. - But I'm even way better.

Ok, not a big difference, but I love that my girl thinks she's the absolute best.

Chat Noir to Ladybug after the deakumatisation

En: Better help the fellow out. His crush just got crushed... (Aside:) That makes two of us.

Fr: Tu ferais bien de l'aider, tu viens de lui briser le cœur après tout... (Apparté:) Oui, et pas qu'à lui d'ailleurs.

You better help him, you just broke/shattered his heart after all... (Aside:) And not only his, in fact.

French sounds way more tragic.

Adrien after he finds his phone in his bag

En: What in the- ?

Fr: Il était là !

It was there!

French Adrien would never swear haha.

[zsakuva]

I'm sure this has been asked, but I had found your stuff recently and absolutely love how the different characters are with each being just as charming as the next. My question is what is the thought/writing process? I am wanting to be better at defining my ocs and characters without falling into the same trope and behaviors the characters have exhibit. Obviously there are different methods for different people, but I'll like to know a little bit of the process for you. Do you have any tips to make the voices distinct and consistent through out a piece of writing?

Thank you!

For me, because I have a proclivity for world-building (meaning I am absolutely obsessed and must know the lore before I do anything), I like to understand the path a character has chosen. Their past experiences and upbringing have a dramatic impact on how they shape their own life, and that informs me of how a character acts, talks, and how they both see and react to the world around them.

I'll use Isaac Rhoades as a brief example (I wrote brief but this is not brief at all, my bad xD).

From the beginning, Isaac was written with a sealed heart and a cold personality. He's an articulate and smart man, a workaholic, but he lives in solitude.

I always ask myself how and why a character is who they are, and what decisions they made/experiences they've had to bring them to this point.

For Isaac, his background paints quite the picture:

Born to loving parents, and his grandfather is a successful private investigator — The early part of his childhood nurtured love and care. His mother in particular showed him what it meant to love unconditionally.

His parents are murdered because of his grandfather's choice — Isaac was taught that even the people you love can hurt you, and that nowhere is a safe space.

Learning under his grandfather — Because of his vast portfolio and cases, Isaac is taught more about the workings of the world, and how to stay cautious. There was no space for fun or games; his only objective was expanding his knowledge in many subjects that his grandfather deemed worthy.

Getting stabbed by the maid — This reinforced the thought of a perpetual threat and the need to stay vigilant. It instilled paranoia in him to trust no one.

University in England and Andrew — Here, he remembers the love of his childhood, but also the threat of losing someone else because of his own decisions, taught by his grandfather.

Learning the reason of his grandfather's decision — Isaac was taught that there is always more to one person, for better or worse, as taught by the maid. Due to this and what he's learnt thus far, Isaac decides to seclude himself so he's never forced to make that kind of choice.

Succeeding his grandfather — Being a private investigator opened his eyes to humanity's extremes: the lengths they would go for their own desires at the detriment of others, and the yearning others had to better the world. His work reminds him of his life experiences, and these beliefs constantly clash.

Isaac is distant and cold at first because his life taught him not to trust anyone—even the unassuming—and he doesn't want to let anyone in; they could either betray him, or he could lose them. And yet, despite that, his mother's teachings managed to peek through when he saw Pickle in the alley, alluding to his true nature. Through Isaac's story, his internal struggle begins to rear: desperately wanting to feel love again, but knowing the cost if he does give in and the inevitable choice he might have to make if he opens his heart again.

Isaac is articulate and smart because of his grandfather's teachings. One can assume he stayed in that house for the rest of his teenage years until he left for university, so the only person he really interacted with was his grandfather. Because of this, he's factual, precise, and seldom makes jokes because mostly every conversation had been connected to work in some form. Small talk is a waste of time, and he doesn't indulge others unless there's a reason for it. He's meticulous with when to speak and when to listen.

Isaac is a workaholic because that is what his life has been shaped to be, also likely influenced by his grandfather. He has money, but continues to work. Why? Perhaps it's because he'd be without purpose otherwise. Or is it because he feels it's his duty to continue in his grandfather's footsteps and find the one thing that matters in the ocean of bullshit?

All of this shapes who Isaac is. It wouldn't make sense for him to have the same disposition as Andrew. Though they are similar in ways (articulation, education, work addiction), they take different forms and stem from the unique experiences they've lived. Where Andrew can engage in small talk (he had a freer childhood, a rebellious and fun twin brother, and more public school education/social interactions), Isaac can't. And though they both carry the weight of their own regrets alone, Andrew chooses to live with what he has, but Isaac chooses to endlessly bear the weight of the world and live up to his grandfather's bravery.

SO. With that being said, a suggestion I can give is to constantly remind yourself who your character is with every decision they make. Is it true to them? Does it make sense for them? But remember, humans are also notoriously contradictive, and one is not the same as another. We experience and react to the same conditions in completely different ways; who you are and what you've been through can determine the outcome.

I hope this has helped in some form of way!

Again I apologise for this monstrous post have fun writing aaaaa-

[utilitycaster]

Finally had time to watch divergence and the Strife Enperor-> it’s bad folks, and with the C3 ending, it’s hard not to put it together, but it did make me wonder. Between Ludinus’s plan vs what BH did, are parts of Ludinus’s plan better? In terms of consequences?

Because Predathos really wouldn’t have harmed anybody after eating the gods. Except he would’ve eaten the Betrayers too. So the possibility of wars and cults and a new doom era on Exandria wouldn’t happen. And the Primes would die but magic is still existing and champions like Vax would still be around and it’s based on faith so cleric stuff would still happen? If Zerxus could do it and be a paladin, why not the champions?

People losing their gods permanently is awful and I’ve never agreed with the arguments calling for their deaths, but in light of Divergence so far, I can’t help but wonder if Predathos eating all the gods vs. all gods coming to Exandria and the cycle beginning again, what would people at large have chosen if given the choice.

So: in case you did not notice, my "anyone in this fandom know rhetoric" current cause has been a litany against pure hypotheticals/what if the world was made of pudding type arguments. I find most defenses of Bells Hells rely on those in ways I do not find believable (ie, no, I do not think Vasselheim was going to launch a holy war and Groon and Ophera's behavior towards Vord indicate this really wasn't on the table; no I do not think Rudiusborn nor Ruidians were going to be killed; the lack of consequences in the finale in fact destroy the idea that Bells Hells are the poorest meow meows because the most they get is slightly harsh language). So this, which relies entirely on a hypothetical, is tough to answer.

With that said: No, I think people at large would not have chosen this, for the following reasons; if they did it probably would have gone badly; and I think you have a reading of the events of Divergence that are, shall we say, unique.

Piece by piece: "Because Predathos really wouldn’t have harmed anybody after eating the gods."

Probably true, though very poorly portrayed in the campaign, in that Predathos clearly can see Bells Hells well enough to attack them with accuracy and even swallow them, but does leave when there are no gods present (the implication being that mortals provide no sustenance and Predathos is only interested in attacking them when they get in its way...but they do get in its way). I think the better question, and again, hypothetical, is how long it would take to eat the gods, and harm done during that period - Predathos got two before, but was sealed before it got to the others, so this does seem to be a thing that takes time. Presumably either the Primes would have brought down the gate or Predathos would have chewed through it, and during that time, who knows how many mortals would have been collateral damage of the gods or of mortal fighting. Would Predathos have harmed people directly? Probably not, unless, as mentioned, people got in its way, which many probably would.

"Except he would’ve eaten the Betrayers too. So the possibility of wars and cults and a new doom era on Exandria wouldn’t happen."

Objectively false for two reasons: First, it is confirmed by the Campaign 3 finale that Tharizdun does not read to Predathos as the same divinity and presumably would not have been consumed, and therefore one of the main pantheon would have remained: the horrible ravening void, with no gods left to maintain its chains and no Divine Gate behind which it is sealed [assuming that holds it, which, if its divinity is different, does the Divine Gate even do anything here, particularly since iirc it's said that Tharizdun is theorized to be able to break it even if it were intact]. Similarly, the Luxon is still around as are all kinds of lesser but still god-like entities, good, ill, and otherwise (Uk'otoa, Vesh, Artagan, Xalicas, etc). Secondly...I am trying to be kind here, but based on a broad understanding of human nature and how groups of people historically respond in the face of drastic upheaval, and the fact that in our real world with no confirmation of any deities whatsoever, cults are a real problem...is this your first day on this lovely blue marble we call home. And when we put these two things together? I expect Calamity 2 Except This Time It's An Angry Phoenix Who Lost Its Rider. I mean it will probably be shorter and not quite as lethal, but still pretty fucking bad, and that's assuming Tharizdun doesn't get out.

"And the Primes would die but magic is still existing and champions like Vax would still be around and it’s based on faith so cleric stuff would still happen? If Zerxus could do it and be a paladin, why not the champions?"

I think there would still be clerics and paladins in the world; however, many would probably lose their powers, depending on the source. I should also note that if you see clerics and paladins as healthcare providers, the idea of "no don't worry! We're only reducing the clinician workforce by 75%, there's still people" immediately becomes obvious as a moronic statement. I should also note that paladins formerly of a god might have something of a chip on their shoulder. Vengeance is, famously, a paladin oath. What happens when you de-power a bunch of clerics and you now have a bunch of former Betrayer paladins fueled primarily by hatred and rage (and hopefully enough former Prime paladins invested in stopping them and not mad at the populace).

People losing their gods permanently is awful and I’ve never agreed with the arguments calling for their deaths, but in light of Divergence so far, I can’t help but wonder if Predathos eating all the gods vs. all gods coming to Exandria and the cycle beginning again, what would people at large have chosen if given the choice.

I'm keeping this brief but I think the message of the Calamity (in which, to be clear, the Prime Deities' interests were their own survival and the survival of mortaldom, with the understanding that saving everyone is impossible in the face of the Betrayers' desire to kill all mortals, and them if they stand for mortals) and Divergence is "Violence is to be avoided when it can be avoided, but to treat violence as inherently wrong as an option when the alternative is your own or your community's destruction is to doom yourself." I do not think anyone in the context of Divergence is saying "HELL YEAH I LOVE THIS CATACLYSMIC DEGREE OF VIOLENCE" (fans will say this, myself included, because, and I cannot stress this enough, it is pretend and I do not feel as though cheering the demise of a vampire hobgoblin who slaughtered someone in the forced labor prison camp is like, a problem); I think the characters of Divergence are saying, basically, what Brennan did: "Many of them are weak, and it should not be asked of them to be brave. If they are not asked to be brave, it is possible that they will watch the brave quickly die."

I also just think that again, looking at human history and what I know of psychology? Your average person does not like fuss and they often do not like actively choosing real, drastic change. They may find they like that change when it occurs, but many, many people just want to keep going with things as they are. I mean, look at how ignorant Bells Hells are and then look at the world at large; most people probably are like "well there hasn't been a Calamity in 800+ years, the gate seems to be working, I'm done." Whether or not the status quo is good is one thing; but status quos do tend to be, if not popular, frequently supported over the unknown in the general population. It is radical to prefer change - and I don't think that preferring change is bad! But it is a minority verging on fringe position much of the time. I suspect if you'd taken a vote of all Exandrians they'd be like "stop the weird lights in the sky and go back to how it was."

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I know I've commented on this before and I know it wasn't even a different comment, just said on a different day with different words.

But it is IMPORTANT that we can have this conversation. It's part of reconciling what we have been with what we might want to be.

At the time, Trump wasn't even a thing yet, I forget what it was exactly, but I **think** it was the Ferguson uprisings. My wife and I were living together for the first time and talking about this A LOT obviously because it was all anyone we knew was talking about and the stuff coming out of Ferguson was both exciting and terrifying. I think I asked her where she wanted to go if we decided to leave. And she just looked at me and asked "where is it you think we could go where this couldn't happen to me?"

I really hadn't understood what I was asking her until I got that reply. The idea that changing our environment wouldn't help her, was only about soothing MY feelings of safety, not about what would actually MAKE HER SAFER, had genuinely not occurred to me. I absolutely learned this from my mother, the whitest person in my family, who moved us every time shit got rocky. And for a minute as I thought about that, I remembered what it felt like the first time she took me away from the land I grew up on. We were not indigenous, but I was raised on Maidu land, and many local children's ecology and outdoor hobbiest programs were run by folks on the rez for their own kids, while being open to the wider community. I spent A LOT of time on Feather River with my friends learning about everything from basket making to fishing to the water table, to agricultural techniques, to beadwork, to more than I could ever remember. And I learned to see the land I lived on as part of me in the same way I was part of it. When that was taken from me, I quite literally destabilized and went....grief striken I guess. For a long time. And when I finally "got over it" I did so mostly by accepting that while I might never get to go home, that little valley was a huge part of what made me myself, and I would never let that go.

The fear, the sense of looming threat, it had made me vulnerable to the idea that fleeing would help, whether or not that was true, but more importantly it had beought me upsettingly close to forsaking something that quite literally I know I am not me without. And all so that in another ten years my wife might look at me and say "is anything different?"

And we had a really long talk after all this, with a ton more to it that is our business not the world's, but what we ultimately came to was "this is our home. And we will die here, be buried here, and be mourned and celebrated here. And if that means we have to fight the abuses and oppressive actions of the people who are here with us then we will, but our home is worth loving in that way."

Ever since, whenever I hear white usa citizens talk about fleeing to some perceived more progressive nation, I hear "where do you think I could go that this could not happen to me?" I think "why don't you love your home, the land, the people, the world that was built here, enough to fight for it when it is threatened?" I hear "it is easier to run than to resist."

And I think that's what people reacting poorly to this post don't get yet. Maybe never will, I don't know. "It is easier to run than to resist" is a terrifying thought that comes from a place of fear and helplessness. And it is difficult to hear the people who have benefitted the most from that thought being inflicted on others that they truly believe it. That they may truly and sincerely not understand how devastating it is to be forced to make such an unthinkable sacrifice only to have that sacrifice treated as rational and right by people who have never had to consider it before (even if perhaps their ancestors did).

Reconciling the racial history of this country will require all of us to stop being defensive about the emotional realities of indigenous people, people of color, the descendants of slaves and other owned/indentured people, and so many other communities in this country. The guilt and discomfort must become safe to experience or we will try to punish those who trigger it by asking to be treated as people.

Given the state of the world, that avoidance response is not one ANY of us can afford right now. If yours is still causing you to activate in response to conversations like OP is trying to have, then likely you are still very much at risk of radicalization in ways even you may not recognize.

the reason that white Americans going "I'm going to move to ___" during all this insults me so much is not bc I care whether they leave or go. I think it bothers me deeply bc it shows such a... Lack of attachment to the land that so so SO many people suffered and currently suffer for.

The indigenous peoples here were mass murdered for centuries for their own land. My people were brought here in chains for centuries, then bred like they were lower than animals, just to work this land. People of color here and abroad suffer just to maintain this place's spot in the global hierarchy.

A lot of BLOOD went into this soil that y'all's ancestors wanted so fucking bad, a lot of privilege (whether you want it or not) was built through so much suffering for you to have. And as soon as the going got tough, your only comment was "well, I wish I could settle somewhere else now". 😐 It just is truly a slap in the face, that y'all don't even care that much about what was committed for you to stand where you are.

And maybe if people acknowledged that privilege more I'd be less mad, but no. They claim to not even know 😭 like all right then

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Any thoughts on Chris’s latest interview??

I assume you mean this one?

I have not watched it so.... let's live blog, shall we?

I appreciate that he got his hair to stand up on all sides. Looking good Chris ;)

Basics on Chris? I totally guessed his expertise would be related to the paranormal. I completely forgot about the British History love of his, so I'm so not surprised there.

I really was waiting with baited breath to hear if he'd say llamas were his least favorite animal, lol. (Oh god, a lot of you weren't around when he claimed he liked llamas because he said he was a social llama and ended up getting a room full of stuffed llams, lol)

Oh my god, off of Diet Coke? What even?? Also, guys. Don't kill me. Don't revoke my Chris fan card. While I'm glad that he went back into acting - I have no desire to see that film he just made. It sounds like... not my cup of tea. (sorry :( )

The 'who are you' quiz section was super cute. I do love that he gives us little bits into his daily live and world and something that has just not changed is his sharp wit. I have always been a fan of his humor.

Chris's high school experience - I mean he's talked about this a lot over the years. A lot. But the thing that sticks out is this evolution of being okay with it. When he was first on Glee - it was STILL a big trauma. Which makes sense because instead of going to college, Chris went straight from HS to Glee, and omg, what an insane thing to do.

The getting into Glee stuff is... stuff I've heard before. But always glad to hear him speak on it, and again, glad he's in such a better place in life that he can reflect without the being traumatized part. The stuff about his current auditioning is interesting. He admits he doesn't really anymore unless he really wants to... and I'm guessing not really much has come his way that he really wants to do. I have a feeling that he probably won't do a whole ton of acting moving forward, but you never know.

Chris talking about his coming out on Chelsea Handler, lol... I love that he can reflect about being 18, and how differently choices are made when you're that young. But I also love (and get, and my god sometimes still I remember why he's the only celebrity whom I've ever felt was actually a bit like me in thought process) the fact that he was like - I'm gonna try to do this once and never deal with it again. And have it, like, become a bigger ordeal than he could have ever imagined.

I love though, also, that his story is also being contextualized through a queer lens. And, I mean, I felt this way when he was talking with Kevin about their joint experiences -- I'm so, so glad Chris has these queer spaces to have these conversations, because there's a level of knowledge and awareness and perspective you don't get from straight media.

(He took his shoes off, how cute, lol. Also this interview knows, like, nothing about Glee. Fascinating.)

"I would rather be the unicorn in the room than the elephant." -CHRISTOPHER!!! This quote is fantastic.

Getting into the conversation of activism, and how queer culture and community was still very different back in 2009-10 then it is now. And I mean, it's come a long LONG way since I was in high school back in the 90s. We've come a long way in the past fifteen years, even if the asshats in charge are trying to push everyone back to the 50s (or really the 30s :P) Anyway, some great queer history embedded in this.

The conversation about fame being his protection back then is fascinating. Also, how he calls himself ugly (back then). Oh Christopher.

He talked to Shirley MacClaine about aliens. Because of course he did. I love him.

OOhhh, Chris loved every guest star except for one. Any guesses who? (Honestly - I have no idea. so this is a fascinating new tidbit. Perez Hilton? Lol - Chris didn't work him though.)

Also more interesting things to think about - Chris getting a lot of the spotlight early on created resentment. (I wonder if it was Lea... Hmmm.)

Mr - I'm never getting married - actually mentioned that at some point he and Will probably will get married. Don't know if that was kind of a deflection from this dude assuming or if he's changed his mind. But, I mean, c'mon, in any capacity we all know he and Will consider each other done and locked in for life, which Chris basically confirms. (Awww - I love Will.)

Oh god, talking about the tinhatters. Chris, thank fuck for finally talking about this more openly and explicitly. And guys, I told you. I TOLD YOU that this shit happened.

THE HAIR STORY! HE'S TELLING THE HAIR STORY! No, guys, this was almost like urban legend stuff, but yeah, there were rumored instances of people sending hair to Will (and to Mia) and he actually talks about this. Oh my god, I'm laughing (though my god this was not funny at the time)

Oh, god, he thinks there were 100,000 CCers. No. There weren't. That seems too high. The people who were actually crazy were a very, very small number -- who made an unfortunately huge impact.

Oh. God. Also. He is NOT talking about Darren when he talks about people who are still in the closet. He's just not.

Oh for the love of fuckery, this host is just... he had to take a college course to discover fanfiction? C'mon.

Ah, the awkward conversation of celebrities reading fanfic. I wish this conversation would be had with someone who understood it better. Honestly do not like this host's summation of it because -- not just as someone who reads and writes it, but as someone who understands it's influence on published writing and understands its relevance in women's circles, this is a much deeper conversation and this host makes it feel trivialized (because they don't understand it).

Also - I wonder what Chris read, great abs and about cats? lol.

STOP FUCKING CALLING ANY KIND OF QUEER FANFIC SLASH FIC. It's old school term. Now it's just... fanfic. You no longer need to qualify the fic by saying it's slash.

This host is... bugging me a bit. But that's my issue.

They're getting into the writer portion and as a writer myself I'm... honestly a little bored by this. The TLOS convo he's had a million times. He's also talked about his process a lot, which idk, maybe this is more interesting to non-writers but like, yeah, yup, i've been there done that.

Aww, Chris talking about his anxiety issues - I do always love hearing about this, because I feel like mental health issues don't get addressed in the way should.

Um, they end on a section called 'fight me' where Chris debates a position - and his is that only queer actors should play queer roles. I... think that's a nuanced question that deserves more than a 60 second watered down debate and I'm not going to touch it.

And.. yeah, that's what I have to say about that. It's nice to hear from Chris again, so glad he's so much more open about his life and experiences. If I'm being honest, though, I think I do kind of value the conversations more so when he has them with, say, Kevin and Jenna, because there's something more personal going on there.

But that's just me - someone who has followed Chris and his career for, my god, what sixteen years now? Yeah. :)

Hopefully that answers your question, Nonny! lol :)

[elise-the-blind]

So I’ve seen some artists show their idea of the next generation of Jak and Daxter aka the future kids Jak and his friends might have. Have you ever had thought about or drawn Jak and Keira kid and Tess x Dax kid?

ok, imma gonna have to admit something since this isn't the first times I've been asked this, but I actually have never made or had much interest in making fankids. I honestly dont know why I lack this brain chemical, with the amount of headcannons I come up with this should be right up my alley, but no.

But whatever, I'll think up as much as I can for this, just know that for my AU, its very unlikely these characters will be a part of any of it.

Damascus (son of Jak and Keira)

Named after Damas (because I think its funny). Grew up copying his dads constant scowl, but has never had an angry thought in his life. Took up his mums love of gadgets, focusing on precursor tech and will sneak around the monk temple for info (the monks are aware of this but dont mind, alittle confused on why he insists on sneaking in). Even though not mute he's still the least likely to speak out of all four. Was told a story about lurker sharks (probably told by Daxter) and now has a fear of the ocean.

Jak is very, VERY careful with what stories he tells his son and what lessons he might take from them and gives evil eyes to anyone who tries suggesting Damascus does the same hero stuff Jak did as a kid. Bro knows how badly all of that can go and does not want any of that for his son. A result of that is Damascus doesn't have a lot of experience with eco, only what he knows from Keira's family (green eco for first aid). He's only heard about light eco from the monks and he DEFINITELY doesn't know nadda about using dark eco. Damascus has only rarely seen the dark Jak, and always when he's in danger, so thinks of it just as "man my dad is so cool he can kick the butt of anyone that messes with me".

Has any of Jak's dark eco been passed on to Damascus? Something to ponder, I'm sure it wont affect him too badly.

The Triplets (Tess and Daxter's kids)

Cally (bow), Cash (piercings), Cade (gloves): They're the offspring of a sarcastic ego-filled furball and a gun manic bossbitch, you think any of them would be normal? no. All three are all different levels of shitshow, and are determined to make that everyone else's problem.

Cade is the honorary 'nerd' of the family, fixated on studying precursors and the worlds inner workings. Had an existential crisis at age 6 after thinking about whether or not they had any sort of human DNA from both their parents not being born an ottsel. He always follows Damascus around when he's snooping, making their own sworn oath of secrecy. Cade will sometimes ask his dad about dark eco which all of the time loops to "shit stings, stay out of it son." Once asked uncle Jak, got shut down real fast (bro you're giving your uncle Gol and Maia flashbacks pls stop he's too old for this).

Cash took the love of demolition from Tess and spends alot of time hanging around uncle Torn and aunt Ashelin learning about military mechanics and tactics used by the guard. She gets super hyped when hearing battle stories and sometimes pesters Damascus about anything his pa might have told him about metalheads. Because of the closeness Cash has with the leaders of Haven, she's one of the only kids that know in more detail about Jak's dark side and see's her uncle as a much more intimidating figure. She doesn't plan on telling Cade any of that despite his studies, she's alittle worried he'll get himself into trouble.

Cally got all the showboat center stage child energy from her dad, serving as the distraction for when the trio are doing crimes. Cally acts alot like 'Precursor Legacy' Daxter, always talking, always going for everyone's attention. Alot of that's an act of course, and Cally is often stuck running around making sure her siblings aren't caught in any mess or that the blame of any damage is shifted from them to someone else/her. Cally makes sure to involve Damascus in the chaos the three get into occasionally, even if he doesn't act interested. She once tired racing with Keira for the sake of fame, and while racing was dropped because of a fear of crashing, Cally is very skilled with vehicles and can speed across the city if she ever needs to get anywhere. She knows all secret paths in Haven and Spargus, if you're a target you will never get away, she will catch you.

Everyone takes part in keeping an eye on all of them (especially the triplets) but Sig makes sure that Damascus gets home safe each night, wouldn't want the past to repeat itself would we.

Pretty sure that's all I got. Maybe I'll do more with these guys if there's enough interest. Otherwise I'm back to comic stuff.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Hi!! I love the way you write the bayverse boys, especially your headcanons! My favorite has to be your disability headcanons, I'm disabled and I love seeing representation. Would you be willing to write some headcanons of how the boys would act with a disabled partner? I know that's kind of a vague request since there are so many different ways to be disabled, but maybe some general headcanons on how they'd be with a partner that just has a hard time doing the "everyday" stuff, like getting out of bed/brushing teeth/walking around for a long time? I understand if you're not comfortable with writing this!

Hello, my dear anon! You're in luck! Luck? Is that the word? Idk. I, myself, am disabled! I'm only really comfortable writing the disabilities I'm intimately familiar with (without extensive conversation with people who do have them), but I CAN speak to the ol' classic combo of ADHD, Autism Spectrum Disorder, and Sensory Processing Disorder (I have an alphabet full, but these are the main 3 that cause me daily issues).

AuDHD Reader Headcanons

Here are some ways our boys would actively love a Sensory Avoidant Autistic with ADHD (much, non-physical love to my fellow neurosparklies), and a few things they might have a little trouble with.

Leo

Don't worry about a thing, love. He's got you covered.

Need a dark quiet place to hide for a while? His room exists. It's already perfect.

Leo's a light sleeper, so your very soft morning alarm, *will* wake him, but he loves that he doesn't have to endure an obnoxious wake up call.

If he's not there to fix them himself, your current breakfast foods and drinks are already on the counter waiting for you. A lunch box / containers sitting behind them, just in case you can't eat yet.

Always has a portable safe food on hand in case you get distracted or forget to eat AND forgot what he laid out for you, as well as earplugs, sunglasses, a water bottle in whatever temperature you prefer, and a soft hoodie just in case you're having one of *those* days where *everything* is too much.

Expect him to be checking in every few hours. He doesn't want to overwhelm you with constant attention, but will ensure meds, water, and food happen.

If you can't speak, he'll usually be pretty good at picking up on what you need until you can talk again.

Issues:

Leo has OCD. While at first, he may be fine picking up after you when you leave a mess, it could build resentment after a while, so try not to keep your stuff in his room.

Leo's never had an issue with executive function, so expect him not to understand why you can't just *do* the thing. It'll take a bit for him to get that your brain needs to play before it's capable of doing a task that doesn't give you dopamine, and he may give you a hard time about "getting the important thing done first."

Raph

He's got this. Donnie's autistic, so he has an idea of what to expect... at least, he thinks he does. Hopes he does. Regardless, he'll figure it out.

He cleans the HELL out of his room the first time you come over, no chaotic mess or wierd smells allowed. He may have a bit of an issue *keeping* it that way, but if he notices it's affecting you, he'll handle it.

Pressure. Therapy. My guy gives the BIGGEST BESTEST hugs and will hold you as long for as tightly as you need. (This is really all of them, but I have a favorite, okay?)

OT anyone? Existing physically is hard when you feel like you have to tell every part of you, separately, what to do. Posture and overall muscle mass and flexibility suffer. Raph is there to make sure that doesn't happen. He won't be a dick about it, and he'll find ways to make the weightroom more sensory friendly, but he won't be okay with you neglecting yourself.

Similarly, nutrition! Raph has this uncanny ability to make just about ANYTHING into a safe food. Up to and including removing things after the dish is done cooking. If you order take out and you don't like mushrooms (or your disliked ingredient of choice), expect them to be removed before you even sit down. Multivitamins and hydration are also priority, and expect him to occasionally shove a water bottle in your face. He has a vested interest in you staying healthy.

He usually knows how and when to interrupt you to avoid the bulk of hyperfixation rage, and even when you snap at him, he knows not to take it personally. He's used to Donnie's "moments," so he'll just silently raise a brow ridge and wait for you to fully come back to earth.

Loves to sing and when you lay on his shell the reverb of his rich baritone feels niiiiiice. 10/10 for sensory regulation.

Listens oh so patiently to your info dumping. Half the time he has no idea what your saying, but he loves the sound of your voice and he loves how excited you get about your latest hyperfixation. Seeing you bouncy and bright eyed about... cereal or whatever, can fully turn his day around.

Issues:

Raphael is a physical guy, If you are touch averse, expect this to be a problem. He'll try not to take it personally, he knows it's not personal, Donnie doesn't like being touched either, but it does mess with his head for a while. During those times you're okay with physical contact, try and give him all the reassurance.

Can be a bit pushy about your health and safety at times. Usually it's easy to determine when there's an actual threat and when he's just being overprotective. He's getting better about the latter.

Donnie

'Tism twins!!!

While there is the usual social tapdance of "what type of neurospicy are you?" when you first meet, you both know how important it is to get as much information as possible right up front, so you know how to operate around each other.

Infodumping becomes an art form. You can see be working in silence for hours when one of you will start talking, already halfway through your own conversation in your head, and the other is instantly on board. You learn a LOT from each other about the most beautifully random things.

Expect him to keep a small fridge/pantry stocked with safe foods (when he remembers) and drinks (when he remembers). You more or less end up taking turns restocking everything when you notice the other's safe foods are out.

Fidgets. Everywhere.

Understanding that when either of you check in with the other to make sure they're staying on task, it's not passive aggressive, and your genuinely asking if they need help staying focused.

Has a "Sensory Regulation Chamber" in the lab that's essentially just quiet room stocked with anything either of you need to regulate. Sunglasses, fluffy sweaters, a drum set, you need it? He'll get it.

Issues:

Beware the usual issues that arise with Neurodivergent couples, when your 'tism clashes with his. If you need quiet and he needs to infodump, you can direct him elsewhere, but you're his person, and he wants to tell YOU. So expect pouting.

Hyperfixation rage on both sides can be a huge problem, and if you're not careful, it can quickly turn into a full blown fight over nothing.

Mike

It's all good, Angel. Whatever you need.

The most chill about it, and will fully roll with the punches whenever something happens he isn't expecting.

Snacks? Snacks. No need to worry about the stress of sitting down to, or putting together a whole meal. He's got your safe snacks on hand at all times.

His hoodie is now your hoodie. Full stop.

Want to watch the same movie, listen to the same song, play the same game, or eat the same food seventeen times in a row? Hell yeah! Let's go for the record!

Many with SPD (sensory processing disorder), know how helpful cannabis can be. He and Donnie are already tinkering with some plants, so he'll put a few aside to breed into something that tones down the world without leaving you tired and foggy.

Will listen to you infodump for hours with a goofy lovestruck smile on his face. You'll think he isn't listening, but he'll surprise you with something later that shows just how closely he was.

Issues:

OVERSTIMULATION. And NOT in the fun way (maybe the fun way, but that wouldn't necessarily be an "issue"). Both he and his space are bright and loud and there's a lot of stuff with very little organization. which we all know isn't a problem... Until, suddenly, it really *really* is. Set up a quiet space. You will need it.

Similarly, he's got a bit of a codependency issue. They all do, really, but Mike's is pretty extreme. Before you, things were... dark. And now you're here and things are awesome and what do you mean you don't want to snuggle on the couch right now? Did he do something wrong? Handling touch aversion and your occasional need for solitude takes him a WHILE.

ALL OF 'EM

These boys are sensory heaven. It's like they were made for sensory regulation. From textured skin to big strong arms to their churr basically solving every problem in your world, if only for a little while, expect them to be your safe space and refuge.

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