#that'd be like... impolite

[pearl-kite]

said I wanted to paint a bateleur in some tags, opened up procreate for the first time in idk, instead worked on an oingo boingo thing I'd been updating

I think it's coming along decently

[tamashi-tai-tamashi]

Because I don't like the dub and I say what I want lol.

These words can be difficult to translate in english but they are insults and swear words nonetheless, so my point still stands. My point was just that Gokū in Japanese swears a lot but that the dubs erased that fact and removed all the swear words.

You can translate "kuso" by "fuck" or by "shit", true. The same way "chikushô" means something among the lines of "fuck" (in France, we translate it by "putain" which I think is very close to the original meaning) but is difficult to translate in english because it doesn't have any real exact equivalent. It doesn't change the fact that those ARE swear words - swear words that the dub didn't translate into english swear words with same or close meaning (depending on if there's an exact equivalent, or just words with close meanings and intentions), which does not only change a lot of things about the scenes and dialogues but also about the characters.

Let's take my first language (french) as an example. Here we have a swear word that we use a lot, "putain". It doesn't have any real equivalent in english (unlike "merde" which means the exact same thing as "shit"), but if you watch a french movie with english subtitles, it will generally be translated by "fuck" because the meaning is close to that. It's possible to translate this word by another word with close meaning and keep the spirit of the scene.

But if you translated it by "oh no!" (like they translated Gokū's "kuso" when Namek exploded), you'd lose the spirit of the scene, of the dialogue. That'd be something totally different, and that wouldn't be the same way of speaking for the character.

What I was saying is that instead of trying to translate those swear words into english swear words with same or close meaning, the english dub just... erased the swear words. Or translated it into very minor swear words that remove all the violence and brutality of some dialogues (like if you translate "kisama" or "onore" by "dumbass", you totally lose the spirit of the insult and of the scene because the original swear words are more violent and insulting than that). And to me that's a shame because it's less impactful and also because it often changes the scenes, dialogues and personality of the characters.

I know it can be impossible to give a literal and exact translation for some words, but keeping the spirit and the intended meaning is possible. The swear words the characters use in Japanese aren't very minor swear words or little "oh noooo" and "you idiot!", they are real swear words and insult and I was just laughing about the difference between the original version and the dub versions. It does feel really out of place when a character saying something that basically means "You asshole!" is translated by "You fool!" haha. Changes a lot of things.

It is a fact that the characters in Dragon Ball say these words and it's also a fact that those ARE swear words. If you check up, there are english words that translators and language experts usually use to translate them, depending on their meaning or how vulgar or violent they are considered in Japan. I didn't pull my post out of nowhere.

Also, official subs do use them and you'll even find seiyus discussing the way their characters swear, so I don't really know what you mean in your last paragraph.

Anyway I didn't mean to start a fight in any way. That really wasn't my intention. I'm just someone who loves the original Japanese version and wishes more native english speakers would watch it, lol

sometimes i come across dragon ball scenes dubbed in english or french on the internet and it always makes me laugh because in these languages gokū will say something like "you are going to pay for this, you monster!" while in the original japanese version he's more like "fuck ! imma make you pay, you asshole!" and it's very funny to me 😭

dubbed versions erase a lot of swear words while in japanese the characters are always saying "fuck" and insulting each others

[gok1bvri72]

Aightt,I had an idea for fluff dtk x (gn)reader who is Asymmetrical, meaning their appearance is Asymmetrical/messy n they're somewhat more chaotic. Basically a whole polar opposite of Kid. But yet they somehow work together,as if they complete each other(like reader helping Kid calm down when he's worried abt smth being asymmetrical too much,n Kid calming down reader when they act as if they got sugar overdose n would destroy everything on their way)

Basically yin n yang couple,,,

It can be a oneshot,or headcanon,or both,,I'd lov to read anything:))

OMG THIS IS BASICALLY ESU 72(my OC) AND KID ALREADY EJFKEKFK dw I got this in the baaaaag😔😔😔👏👏👏👏 This just an excuse to ramble about how much I LOOOOVE THIS DYNAMIC😩😩😩 (Pictures of Esu will be at the end if you're curious about her!)

Death the Kid x Asymmetrical!Reader~☆٭꙳

TW: Kid swears cuz he's potty mouth, other than that we gucci!!

☆ You.

☆ YOU.

☆ You were HORRIBLY asymmetrical and so unbearably friendly. With your stupid outfit and uneven bangs. They were lopsided!! Oh it drove him CRAZY.

☆ But your overly friendly rear end just keeps on /showing/ up. You never seem to want to leave him alone.

☆ Everything about you two was different, even down to your colour schemes!

☆ He was a pessimist, you were an optimist. He was an asshole, you were a ray of sunshine. He was a ballerina, you were a punk. (/j about that one.)

☆ Even your combat styles managed to be opposites with him being far ranged and fast you being hand to hand and a little slower.

☆ But somehow, that made you guys work like clock work almost.

☆ Where he falters, you cover him. And where you struggle, he picks up your slack.

☆ For instance, he isn't the most social person but definitely knows how to carry a conversation where as you want to make friends, but you're extremely awkward.

☆ So he'll help pull up topics for you while you do all the talking for him.

☆ Me thinks you guys would have matching outfits, but in an opposites kinda way.

☆ Like he'd wear black and purple with yellow accents and you'd wear white and yellow with purple accents. You feel me?

☆ You're also kind of more on the dumb side, so he helps you with homework since he's the brains of the two of you.

☆ But you're infuriating little grin makes up for your dense noggin.

☆ You probably wear lots of colours opposed to Kid's monochromatic colour scheme. Like that one rainbow hair girl and the goth one, yeah that's you and Kid.

☆ I imagine you'd also try your best to straighten paintings with Kid but always be an inch off and he'd rant and rave at you.

☆ But he also apologizes after cuz he realises he was being a douche and you were just trying your best:(

☆ "Damnit, I'm sorry that was impolite. I... didn't mean any of that. You're much more than trash, I assure you."

☆ There was one time you made a bracelet for him, but he refused to wear it cuz it'd make him asymmetrical and unbalanced so you turned around and left.

☆ He thought he upset you so he went to find you, turns out you were making a matching bracelet for him to wear on the other arm so he'd stay balanced.

☆ God he loves you so much and doesn't even realise it. Boy is down bad.

☆ You guys really are like the sun and moon, a golden retriever and a black cat.

☆ Completely opposite, but that also makes you perfectly balanced. You two work together in perfect sync and fill in gaps the other leaves. Two pieces of a puzzle stuck together flawlessly.

☆ Like the little dancers in a music box.

☆ No matter how much of this you point out though, he'll still vehemently deny all of it.

☆ But like, you also do your best to fold toilet-paper for him so maybe you're not too bad. (He would die for you.)

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Heeeere's Esu! I'd lore dump for hours but that'd make this post ten times as long٩( ᐛ )و So I'll leave it with just the info in the reference! Hope you enjoyed the little thingy, stay hydrated and eat well!!! ✨✨✨

[justpoliteconversations]

Harvest Season [Reader + BOTW!Link]

You have a rather odd encounter that leads to an empty pantry. You don't regret it.

One of the fic requests from this Post.  Another to feed the ever expanding trash heap.

Masterlist

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise.

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You were not expecting today to be different from any other day. The sun was shining, the wind held a cool edge that spoke of an early fall, the air saturated with moisture and the scent of wet soil. And your workers were busy tending to the harvest, covered in dirt and the greasy shine of sweat despite the breeze (and Johnny was complaining, as usual).

You, of course, had already started sorting and crating the product. Shifting through the seemingly neverending mountains of foodstuff as Jessy brought it over in great bag fulls.

A day like any other for this time of the season. Until it wasn't. And the oddity took the shape of a small hyrulian man with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a rather horrendous knot of scars on the side of his face. And a sword. Glowing and more fierce looking than any sword had a right to be, no matter it's intended purpose.

He'd paused at the border of your gated property, keen eyes scanning over the half harvested fields and your workers attending to them. One of your workers even returned the stare (Jessy, the fearless cutthroat), while some (namely Billy, but Johnny too) was visibly discomforted by the sight of such a scarred warrior casting his gaze upon them with unknown purpose. You too, felt unease.

Bandits were not unknown in these parts, particularly during the harvesting seasons when the fruits of your (and others like you and your workers) labor were freshly picked and awaiting the merchant's festival in town. And now just happened to be that time, and that man (innocent though his eyes looked) was armed to the teeth.

Only a fool wouldn't be cautious. Even if just a little bit.

But you couldn't ignore him either, as it would be both impolite and potentially dangerous. If you were lucky, he was merely a traveling mercenary or particularly armed traveler that'd just happened upon your little farm. It wouldn't have been the first time such an occurrence had happened.

Though it wouldn't have been the first time a bandit tried to threaten you into handing over your hard earned harvest either. The unmarked plot at the very edge of your property told a very somber story as to how that ended (for him).

You approached the small man with caution and a friendly smile nonetheless. "Hello, friend. What brings you to these parts?" You began, a nice, simple way to scope out the measure of this man. And a distraction, so your workers could ready themselves to pounce if the man proved dangerous (you could already imagine Johnny and Billy shifting their grips on their hoes, Jessy leaning down to pull the dagger from her boot holster).

His eyes never left yours as he brought his hands up, and said in a distinctively grating rasp. "I'm a traveler. But I'm looking for a place to rest for the night." He shifted, casting a glance over the half-harvested field with those wide, blue eyes of his. "I thought I could help in exchange. It'd be nice to not sleep in the rain." His voice had rapidly gotten worse as he spoke, nearly cracking at the end.

You glanced up at the sky, doubtful. "Rain? I don't see a cloud in the sky, sir." You pointed out, skeptical of his words, but not untrusting of them. You knew some folk who could read the weather like a map. Your dear belated mentor being one such person. Could call a snowfall to the hour weeks in advance. Unnatural, that one, but sweet as apple pie.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you held up your hand and stopped him before he could strain himself any further. "No need to push yourself, sir. Just point and I'll have my girl check." He blinked in confusion at your words (had no one truly had the courtesy to accommodate this man's difficulties?) but pointed north nonetheless. And you simply turned your head and called out. "Jessy! North! Check for storm clouds."

"Got it, boss!" She yelled back, and you saw the glint of her dagger sliding back into its holster before off she went, straight to the tallest tree of the lot not far off and up it with squirrel-like grace.

The man looked at you in question, and you kept your body language relaxed and open as you said. "If it is gonna rain, it's gonna storm. It always does in these parts, being so close to the mountains. And I'd like my crops in before then."

The noisiest of your workers (Johnny) groaned, but Billy pushed him with his shoulder and whispered about overtime paid. And it was enough to shut the other up, because of course that'd be the one thing to keep Johnny's mouth shut. Not the potential threat. Not his boss standing just a meter away from an unknown man armed like he's about to go to war. Just the notion of extra pay.

At least he did good work, even if he was a fickle little bastard.

The man nodded, shifting uncomfortably under your stare. And you felt yourself soften at his uncertainty (he just looked so young and lost right then). "Hey. Ya said you wanted to help, right? Just grab a hoe and start hacking. It's the last harvest of summer until we replant for fall, so no need to be a worn hand at it. Just join the boys over there and do what they do." He nodded again, and without another word headed over towards the fence and grabbed one the mentioned tools (putting his sword and shield against the fence in its place. and you felt yourself relax completely. grateful you'd seemed to have made the right choice).

By the time Billy had given him a brief explanation as to what they were doing and how it was done, Jessy had returned with confirmation that the very beginning of storm clouds were just cresting over the mountaintops. And that they'd be on you all by sundown. Just like the man had said.

Well, damn.

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You'd expected to be working well into the beginnings of the rain (hopeful not into the storm itself, but you'd do it even if your workers decided they didn't want to risk it and left for the night). Maybe, if you were lucky, the storm would slow its progression and you'd have another hour or so to get everything properly picked and sorted before working became too dangerous. Hell, maybe it wouldn't rain at all and the storm had veered off course to somewhere else.

Well, the rain showed up early. Unfortunately. And it was a real doozy of a thunder storm to boot. So much so you and the boys had moved the (metal) equipment as far away from the house as possible to prevent any wayward lightning from roasting you all in your sleep.

However, none of you had been out in the rain when it originally started up a few hours before sun down. Instead, you were all huddled in your house (the triplets had decided to stay the night then risk getting caught in the storm), cooking dinner while Billy praised the man's (Link's) incredible (and it really was incredible) work ethic and Johnny nodded along with an encouraging smile (blessedly silent, thank the Goddesses). Jessy rolling her eyes and listening fondly from her seat on the bed (your bed, thank you very much).

Why? Because as mentioned before, Link was an absolute work horse out there (don't know what his mama fed him as a babe, but you wanted to know something fierce). The man had worked the fields so quickly and so thoroughly the boys had had to step back lest they get in his way anymore than they already had been. And when Jessy (with the help of her brothers) had been unable to pick fast enough to stay ahead of the man, Link had begun picking himself. By which point the triplets had begun hoeing, until the monster of a man had finished the picking and then your poor workers had had to move to sorting to stay out of his way.

He'd finished hoeing not long after, sitting down beside the boys immediately after to start sorting (despite your repeated assurance that he'd done more than enough. to which he'd just smiled impishly and kept his hands moving). Surprisingly, he was slower with the sorting. Though maybe not that surprising. But only because Jessy had whispered to him that you allowed them to eat the misshapen and colored product and he seemed to have taken that as a challenge (that boy can eat. it's kind of scary how much he put away in that one sitting).

The end result of it all was an early day (so Johnny did not get that overtime no matter how much he pouted, the jerk) and a celebratory dinner for Link for a job well done. To which the man had blushed from ear to ear when told as such, trying to deny with gestures you realized was a type of sign language (one you didn't fully recognize. it was as though he had taken standard and added unnecessary motions between words). But he was easily won over with the promise of food.

And that was how you ended up here, cooking a feast enough for ten men (it probably wouldn't be enough, from what you'd seen of the small man. may the golden three preserve you and your pantry) and watching just as fondly as Jessy as her brothers tried to pry out the secrets of Link's inhuman abilities.

You had your suspicions, but you kept that to yourself. It wouldn't be wise to let such information out into the world so irresponsibly. Especially with the likes of the Yiga still prowling these parts (one of the main sources of the bandits) in greater numbers than is normal (it was the season, after all). And especially not when the (potential) object of their attention (and murderous ire) was sitting at your table trying his level best to eat you out of house and home.

But if you cooked a few extra (attack and defense boosting) dishes for him to take with him (leftovers, of course. since he's just got such a ferocious appetite). Forced him to accept the entirety of your savings (as payment, of course, for doing such a great job the day before. not that he knew those were your savings). And extracted (with much guilt tripping) the promise to return if he ever needed a place to rest (or hide or heal).

Well. No one had to know the reason why. It was your business after all (except for Jessy, who had slipped a few bundles of arrows into the bag you'd used to pack his food despite your side-eye. which she'd returned with a meaner one).

And if your hand had lingered on his shoulder a little longer than necessary as you said your goodbyes. And your eyes held more sadness and respect than would be deemed normal for the situation. No one had to know why.

But you think he understood. Because he'd looked you in the eyes, put his hand on yours (calloused. just like yours, but burdened with scars you hoped to never bare yourself), and told you thank you. With so much feeling. With so much conviction. With such strength that your heart ached with the hope it inspired.

After he left, you didn't see him again until some time later. When the blood moons had stopped rising and the roads had cleared and word of Calamity Ganon's demise had spread far and wide to all reaches of Hyrule.

He came to you during a cool summer's evening (just turning to fall. the same time as before when you brought the last summer harvest in) with a sheepish smile on his lips and mirthful eyes. You'd smiled back, just as mirthful (and relieved. so relieved he was okay) as you said. "Come to clear my pantry again, have you?" And he laughed, crackling and rasping, before nodding and picking up a hoe from the fence without being asked.

As he walked past you, you said, grinning. "The others already left for the day. I can't promise overtime, ya hear?"

He snorted. "Won't take long." And you laughed too, before taking up a hoe yourself and following after.

Might as well work up an appetite if you're going to be eaten out of house and home. After all, it's not everyday the Hero of Hyrule comes to raid your pantry.

Might as well join him.

And if you declare a celebration for his hard work once more. Well. No one has to know you weren't talking about your fields.

But by the shine in his lashes as you put your arm around his shoulders and ruffled his hair. You were pretty sure he knew, even if it remained unspoken.

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I retreat for a brief time to the shadows.

[thestarrynightslover]

Second Time Is the Charm

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Word count: 1,211

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Summary: Jay meets the Reader, Hailey's best friend, when she's meeting Molly's for the first time after having moved back to Chicago.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the One Chicago shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way, or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: Still not in my best writing but I hope you like it!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

| mastelist |

"Hey, guys! This is my best friend, (y/n) (y/l/n), who I told you about! She just moved to the city a few weeks ago, so, be nice!" You heard your long-time friend, Hailey, warn her coworkers, who she always swore by to be some of the very best people in Chicago.

"Whatcha sayin', Detective Upton? I'm always nice!" a tall guy, who you recognized as being the one Hailey'd had a fling with some time ago, exclaimed, feigning offense.

They all are very sympathetic to you and you can see how they managed to get Hailey's friendship so easily. But there is one person who stands out from the rest of the group. And you just can't help yourself but to stare at the handsome guy who Hailey said is her partner. The famous Jay Halstead. You do know that it's impolite to basically ogle him like that but you. Just. Can't. Stop. He might just be the most beautiful man you've ever seen and that's saying a lot since you'd already lived in many places and had already met lots of hot guys.

Maybe you were dreaming or something but it seemed like he, too, was taking a few glances at you. But you must've been imagining 'cause he never made a single move your way — not that you were dealing any better with this sort of crush.

The hours ticked by faster than anyone there would've imagined with all the friendly chit-chat and the stories being told but, when you noticed the time, you decided it was time to go home, so you announced: "Hey, guys, thanks a lot for tonight! It was really nice meeting you all, I had a blast! But now I think I'mma head home."

"What? No! I can drive you there later," Adam started but you cut him off:

"No need for that, really. I live nearby and the walk home is gonna be good for me!"

"But going alone this time of night…" Kevin trailed off.

"Well I was thinking about heading home too and I'm also gonna walk. So maybe we can go together?" Jay asked, speaking directly to you for the first time in the whole night.

Not really knowing how to politely decline that one, you accepted: "Oh, um, okay, that'd be nice."

"It's really nice of yours to offer to walk me home, Jay. Thank you again." You said in an attempt to break the ice.

"Yeah, no problem. You know I like making myself available for the community!" He said with a wink? Was Hailey's partner seriously trying to flirt with you? "So, back at Molly's everyone explored a lot why you came back to Chicago but I wanna know what made you leave it in the first place, 'cause you went to college here, with Hailey, right?"

"Uh… yeah, we were roommates, actually. But I left for many reasons, the main one being a wish to see what the world had to offer. Which wasn't very hard since I can easily get a job pretty much anywhere I want…" You answered, leaving out the part about how your ex had humiliated you into leaving the city just to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.

"Hmmm, I see. But you said work had you moving back?"

"Yeah, well this was an exception because I was being offered a better position in case I came here." And because now you'd already gotten over what happened with your ex.

"Then which one is your favorite city so far?" There he got you, you always had a hard time picking favorites…

"Hmmm, maybe Amsterdam?" You thought that it would be a smooth way to do some flirting of your own. "It can be a very romantic city…" You started, "and I've always seen myself as a romantic, hopeless or not…"

"Oh, is that right?" The detective asked.

"Yeah, well, what can I say if everything romance just makes me happy?" You said, looking up brightly at him. Before he could muster up an answer though, you realized where you were, "Oh, that's my building right there!" You exclaimed pointing at the building across the street. But just as you said it you found yourself being sweetly and longingly kissed by Jay, which caught you completely off guard.

"So…" You started without really knowing how to continue after the kiss.

"So…" He imitated while nervously scratching the back of his neck. "I guess it was a bit awkward to just kiss you like that-"

"No! I, uh, I liked it!" Gosh, you sounded like a teenager, " I mean it wasn't bad or anything."

"Then maybe you'd be okay with giving me your number?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure!" Once again, teenager, dammit! "I, uh, what I mean is that I wouldn't mind it if you wanted to call me sometime, detective. You know, just making myself available for the community." You repeated his previous words with a wink.

"Huh! Careful with those empty promises, ma'am," Jay said playfully.

"Who said anything about empty?" You countered.

"Okay, then… Just know that you might be getting a call from me sooner rather than later." He half confessed while shaking his head.

"Looking forward to it!" You shot back and turned around to walk towards your building. Just as you were about to take the first step though, you decided to take a last glance at him, saying: "Have a good night, detective." He didn't answer, you didn't give him time to. But, as you were almost at the building's door, you heard your phone starting to ring and decided to pick up, since it wasn't very common for you to get calls at that time of night. "Hello?"

"Hi, uh, is this (y/n) (y/l/n)'s phone?" You heard Jay's amused voice on the other end of the line and instantly turned back around to see him, still standing on the other side of the street, purposely in your eyesight.

"Really?"

"You said to call at any time-"

"Hmmm…"

"And I just couldn't wait!"

"Are you making fun of me right now?"

"Not at all!" He quickly responded. "I am, actually, inviting you to grab coffee with me one of these days." At that, your heart started beating faster and you could only hope that he wasn't able to hear it through the phone. "Or, you know, lunch, dinner, whatever you prefer!"

"I, uh, I would love to, Jay." Was all you could answer, as the flirty banter suddenly seemed pointless. "I would love to grab coffee or lunch or dinner with you sometime!"

"Okay. That's, uh, that's great! So, maybe this Saturday? 9 o'clock?"

"Yeah, sure! That sounds good! Just let me know where you wanna me-"

"Nope, nuh-uh, that's not happening! Just be ready by then and prepare yourself to be surprised!"

"Jay, I-"

"Not taking no for an answer! Goodnight to you too, (y/n)." He said and hung up, waving at you as he continued his path. Meanwhile, you went upstairs thinking about Saturday and about how you'd snatched a guy like that on your third day back in the city. Maybe Chicago wasn't as bad as you remembered it anymore...

[the-one-that-weeps]

Do you ever think about Mafuyu nearly saying Shizuku is "motherly" but stopping herself and immediately correcting herself that she's "like an older sister"

Oh my 👁️👁️

Seeing this is sega we're talking about it could definitely just be reduced to "oh that'd be impolite in this context" or "oh mafuyu is too cautious with Shizuku to say that"

But it could also mean that Mafuyu doesn't have a very clear image of what "motherly" implies. In the same way she doesn't know what "cheerful" or "angry" is supposed to feel like. Even at this point in the story does Mafuyu realize that Shizuku and Mafumom have different patterns to show affection and the level of sincerity it holds.

Mafuyu, however, has never had any siblings so she doesn't have to worry about that because "big sibling" only exists to her on a superficial, stereotypical level of comparison. So most likely she doesn't even see Shizuku as a big sibling but mostly considers she falls under the umbrella of things associated with the label.

Anyway yeah Mrufufu I love that guy

[directdogman]

You say that Randy would disintegrate if he tried to beatbox, is there anything else that would reduce him to dust?

Uh. For science, y’know?

i imagine that any process that would naturally turn a normal human to dust would MORE than work on randy. maybe even much faster.

maybe, like, if you locked him in a REALLY dry wine cellar for a few hours on a really hot day with no water down there. that'd do it, i bet. he'd feel it too impolite to impose on his hosts by cracking open a bottle of their expensive wine and would instead just fall down, groan "ourrrghhh im so parched......" and then waste away like he'd been thanos-snapped. trust me on this one, i can picture it in my head right now

[illwynd]

Stop tagging brodinsons as thorki. They're two entirely different tags and I don't want to see incest in this tag, thank you

You... don't want to see incest in the thorki tag? Good luck with that. I would say you're a bit confused, but we both know that'd be too generous. You're just an asshole trying to impose your tastes on everyone else.

Firstly, it is simply the nature of this site that tags have multiple uses: they are for the person reblogging just as much as for others to search by tag, and while there are a few things that are generally seen as impolite (e.g., tag spamming and putting hate in the main tags), using ship tags for fandom material that the person reblogging it sees as shippy is undeniably, obviously 100% standard usage. You do not get to dictate how others tag things on their own blog. If you dislike how someone tags, you can block them.

Secondly, there is a huge amount of overlap in the content those particular tags applies to, and in this fandom that is a FEATURE, not a bug, so I will not be complying with your ridiculous demand. The only thing I have recently tagged as thorki that wasn't like. explicitly ship art by an artist who ships it? was a few panels from Blood Brothers, i.e., the thorkiest comic of all time. If you don't want to see incest, I'm afraid you are simply in the wrong fandom. It's baked in. It's been there since the beginning. All the way back to Norse mythology, Thor and Loki fucked. Deal with it.

Thirdly, I am fundamentally opposed to everything you represent, I do not care what you want to see, and I will be tagging more generously with the thorki tag every time you bother me about it. You can learn to block tags yourself or suck it up and learn to live with with seeing things you don't like just like everybody else does.

Now fuck off out of my inbox.

[oliversrarebooks]

The Rare Bookseller Part 26: Lily's Favorite Thrall

Masterlist

September 1925

TW: Captivity, mind control, vampiric blood drinking

Miss Lily's room was on the third floor of the auction house, and it was flanked by a pair of thralls with lifeless eyes. She opened the door with a large brass key and let Oliver inside. 

It was sumptuous, the kind of room he imagined a royal or celebrity might stay in, with two enormous four-poster beds, wooden furniture with intricate carvings, thick rugs that his stockinged feet sank into, and softly flickering oil lamps -- a necessity, since there were no windows. 

A woman was sitting in a plush chair in the corner, doing some complex embroidery project, and she immediately stood up to greet them. She was wearing a dusty pink cotton dress with a frilly white apron, and something about her friendly smile and slightly glassy eyes made her look a bit off. There was a prominent scar on the side of her neck.

"Welcome home, Madam!" she said with excessive cheer. "Did the auction go well?"

"Absolutely splendid, Miriam, couldn't ask for better," she said. "Oh, and this is Oliver. Don't fret, he won't be replacing you, love. He was just purchased by Lord Alexander, and I'm going to be watching him for a few days."

"Please to meet you, Oliver," she said with a little curtsy.

"Pleased to meet you as well."

"You're so lucky to be bought by Lord Alexander!" she enthused.

"Yes, I certainly hope so..."

"You won't believe how much Alexander paid for him," said Miss Lily. "Twenty thousand dollars."

"That much!" Miriam gasped.

"And that means a fat wallet for me. I'll be buying the latest phonograph and selling the record shop out of jazz albums."

"Oh, lovely! I can't wait!"

"And I'm going to buy a new mink coat. I should get a matching mink stole for you as well, Miriam. What do you think?"

"That'd be very fetching, madam! I would love that very much," she said joyfully.

"Is there anything you'd like for yourself?"

"Oh, well... I saw the most darling pair of calf leather half-boots in a magazine yesterday, and it listed a mail order address. Could I have those, please, madam?"

"We'll send away for them -- consider it done," said Miss Lily, clearly in high spirits. "And servants will be bringing up dinner for you and Oliver. Roast chicken and all the accompaniments, and chocolate cake besides."

Miriam was looking at Miss Lily as though the sun rose and set on her. "You're so thoughtful, madam, and so good to me."

"Of course, love, anything for my darling. And after dinner... I'll be taking a meal, as well."

Miriam's adoring gaze became a bit more distant and glassy. "Yes, please, madam, you deserve it."

Miss Lily rose from the bed where she'd been taking off her heels. "I'm going to be in the washroom, fixing myself up. Miriam, why don't you help Oliver out of all those fussy clothes -- I've told the servant to bring up a nightgown for him. You two can chit-chat while I take a breather."

"Here, yes, stand here, Oliver, and I'll unlace your corset and help you out of the crinoline."

"Oh, yes, thank you," he said, feeling slightly embarrassed to be helped out of his underwear by a woman he'd just met, but Miss Lily had ordered it, so... 

"So, how long have you been with Miss Lily?" he asked, trying to lessen the awkwardness with conversation.

"Four years now."

"And she treats you well?"

"Oh, absolutely!" There was something strange in her beaming grin. "She treats me very well, and I want for nothing. I love her with all of my heart. When I'm with my madam, I never have to feel sad or lonely or any other unpleasant feelings. Every day is like a beautiful dream."

"I see. That sounds very nice," said Oliver, politely, but quietly disturbed. "Does she... condition you?" he asked, unable to stop himself from the obvious but possibly impolite question.

"Oh yes, all of the time! She's very good at it, and I love madam's spell. Sometimes I spend days just floating in mindless bliss, as a reward. Sometimes she wants to practice different things on me. Not that I'm very good practice, since I always go under immediately for my madam."

Well, he didn't know what else he would expect from Miss Lily's personal thrall. He remembered how good her hypnotic trance had made him feel, how easily he'd succumbed, how he was still in it now. If he were in Miriam's place, would he be any different? Would he eventually have his feelings and his individuality erased, living life as though in a dream?

Just as Miriam finished removing everything but his shorts and chemise, there was a knock on the door, which she ran to answer. It was a servant bearing a wooden tray with a small roast chicken and an entire dinner spread, and Oliver went to help her carry it in. There was also a folded nightgown in his size, one with an open neck and a blue ribbon around the collar and bottom, and he put it on.

The food was delicious -- roast chicken seasoned with herbs, jacket potatoes with salt and butter, garden salad with vinaigrette dressing, warm and fluffy rolls, and a rich chocolate cake for dessert. 

"Have you met Lord Alexander yet? Since he bought you?" Miriam asked as she tore into a chicken leg in an undignified manner he wouldn't have expected.

"I actually knew him... before," said Oliver. "He was a patron of my bookshop."

"Before?" she said curiously.

"Before... this. Before I was a thrall." 

"Oh. That's quite a coincidence," she said. "I don't remember anything from before I was a thrall."

"Nothing?" he said. Miriam seemed to have enough of her faculties about her that he was surprised to learn she'd been memory wiped. "Did your madam erase them?"

"She must have, to help me be less sad," said Miriam. "That seems right, but I don't remember that, either."

"...I see," said Oliver. He wondered if that was standard operating procedure, or simply something Miss Lily favored. Would Lord Alexander wipe his memories of ordinary human life, of his precious bookshop? He hoped not, even if they did make him sad.

Oliver swallowed hard, thinking of how enthralled he'd felt in Lord Alexander's mere presence, now that he was free to use his vampiric abilities. How easily he fell into the role of a servant. How he'd yearned to offer up his own blood. 

"Are you okay?" Miriam asked. "You seem to have a lot of thoughts in your head. My madam could help you with that, if you like. She's very good at it."

"Yes, I'm aware," said Oliver, fiddling with his glasses. "Say, Miriam, you're really the first thrall I've actually gotten to talk to. What's your routine like? What do you think it will be like for me?"

"Well... my madam lets me do whatever I please, as long as I don't disobey her rules or her orders. I spend most of my days sleeping, sewing, and doing whatever arts and crafts catch my fancy. Madam is very generous with supplies for my pastimes, as well as all my favorite foods and beautiful clothing," said Miriam, her eyes looking more focused as she pondered the questions. "And once a week, I get to provide Madam with my precious blood. I look forward to it all week. I'm so happy I found such a good purpose. Madam is such a beautiful and powerful vampire, don't you think?"

"Yes, I suppose so." Oliver was mulling over "once a week." He wondered if that was typical or simply Miss Lily's preference.

"Lord Alexander's not as fun as Madam. He's always a little sad and he talks a lot about complicated and boring things," she continued. "But his house is very nice. Madam is friends with him, but every time we leave she says that Lord Alexander needs to get over himself and remove the stick from his ass."

"I... see," said Oliver, unsure of what to take from this. He dug into his slice of chocolate cake, rich and covered with coconut flakes. He hoped he'd at least continue to be fed well. Focusing on the delicious food was a good way to temporarily keep his head from spinning with the knowledge that he'd been purchased and was now the property of one of his bookshop patrons. 

"Are you two having a nice chat?" said Miss Lily, emerging from the bathroom in a fuzzy white robe, hair wrapped in a towel. 

"Yes, Madam! Thank you very much for ordering dinner for us!"

"Yes, thank you, sir," Oliver added.

"If you've had your fill then, Miriam," said Miss Lily, sitting on the edge of the bed, "then I would like to have mine."

Oliver felt the atmosphere in the room shift, his mind starting to fog with Miss Lily's vampiric aura. The effect on Miriam was pronounced -- her glassy eyes were big as saucers, the expression on her face somewhere between rapturous joy and confused daze. She stood up slowly, staring at Miss Lily as though she were the only thing that had ever mattered, and padded across the room like a sleepwalker, sitting next to her Madam, as docile as a lamb.

"There you are, dear heart," said Miss Lily, smiling and stroking her face, Miriam leaning into her touch. She turned momentarily to Oliver. "This will be instructive to you, to see what a feeding is like with a well-trained thrall."

Oliver's own eyes were fixated on the two of them, unable to look away if he tried. "Yes, sir."

"Now, Miriam," said Miss Lily, tilting her chin to look into her thrall's eyes. "When I drink from you, you will feel blissful and loved, as always. Because you are."

"Yes, Madam," said Miriam in a dreamy voice. "I love you so. Please, please drink from me."

Miss Lily ran a finger down Miriam's neck, touching her scar, causing Miriam to shudder in delight. Oliver could only watch as Miss Lily's fangs grew closer, Miriam perfectly still and utterly pliant, until finally her sharp fangs pierced Miriam's tender neck. Miriam made a soft noise, a euphoric look on her face as her madam began to drink, hungrily nursing at the punctures. 

As Miss Lily continued to quietly feed, Miriam's eyelids began to blink slowly, her head tilting forward to rest on her madam's shoulder. Shortly after, the vampire finished her meal by licking at the wounds, sealing them, not letting a drop of blood spill. Miriam's eyes were glazed over and she had a sleepy, contented smile on her face as Miss Lily cradled her in her arms.

"You did so well, dear. Thank you for the meal, as always," said Miss Lily. "Sweet dreams, and do not wake until evening." She laid Miriam in one of the beds, resting her head on the pillow and draping the covers over her, as Miriam sighed in contentment, closing her eyes and curling up to sleep.

Oliver didn't know when his own hand had gone up to grasp his neck. If that was what it would be like... he pictured himself being fed on in Miriam's place, and a confusing mix of dread and desire filled his heart. 

"Well, Oliver?" Miss Lily was unexpectedly in front of him. "Did you learn about feeding?"

"I think so, sir," he said, averting his eyes. He'd learned something all right, he just wasn't sure what it was.

"Good. Then it's time for you to sleep as well." She effortlessly scooped him up and laid him on the bed next to Miriam. "You're getting terribly sleepy, aren't you? Yes, that's a dear."

Oliver had a momentary sense of alarm at being placed next to Miriam in bed -- so improper -- but she was out cold and it was quite obvious that nothing untoward was about to happen. His eyelids grew heavy as Miss Lily pulled the silk sheets and thick blanket over him. He'd never been in so fine a bed before.

"Sleep now, Oliver," she said, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "Go to sleep and have sweet dreams, free of worry, free of care. Sleep so peacefully until evening."

As his eyes shut tight, he was actually grateful that Miss Lily was putting him to sleep, as it'd spare him the anxious tossing and turning that would no doubt plague him after a day where he'd been sold to a vampire.

And then he drifted away.

Part 25 >> Masterlist >> Part 27

Miriam was a kind and hardworking nurse. She had the misfortune of catching Lily's attention when she was walking home after a night shift.

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[vimbry]

maybe this is one of "not that deep" situations, but you ever see comments about a certain streamer when he's not actually purposefully exaggerating himself for comedic effect along the lines of, "why is he moving like that, why is he making that face, why can't he be normal" and you're like. this is adhd, this is a trait of adhd. and even if he didn't have it, that'd still be impolite. it's like, indistinguishable from a school bully or a too-loud toddler pointing at someone on the street.

just typing this makes me feel like I'm writing something akin to the "protect markymoo from the LA gangs" post or something lmao, but it's more like - it skeeves me out a little how quickly people who you'd think would know better jump to calling others nonhuman freaks the second they behave in a way perceived as atypical to them, think for a second.

[galgenwerk]

   garry is about to be awfully impolite.

   she's sitting in a cab, which was already kinda scary, though comforting at the same time. one of the few normal experiences she's had since getting here, not counting the first ride to her house. she still hasn't gone back there, though she probably has to, at some point ... either way, her current goal is the municipal beach.

   she doesn't like to think about why that seemed like such a pleasant idea. a beach usually has a lot of space, some peace and quiet for her to relax in ... but the allure of the water played its part, as well.

   garry decides it's not because she used to be intricately connected to a flower some time ago. that'd just be weird.

   anyways, as she gets out of the cab, she exits far enough from the beach to be able to see its entirety from this viewpoint ... as well as a couple of the people standing nearby, around her, seemingly also on their way towards the beach. one of which is a— uh?

a fish person? with— with big eels? ' kyahhh— ' the three of them were a little too close to garry for her comfort, and she takes two stumbled steps to the right, further away from the creature. person. human? it's not a human. is it a monster? the last time she trusted a fish, it got her into enormous trouble. the eels must be monsters.

   ' please don't eat me. i'm not tasty, i promise. '

@moraypower / sc

[amplifyme]

Another excerpt from my Beauty and the Beast 4th Season novel. More explanation is here if you're curious.

The Possibility of Being - Book 3: Gravity & the Fear of Falling

Diana felt him long before she laid eyes on him - something that had been happening more often, ever since they'd gotten horizontal. And vertical. Maybe even diagonal, a couple times, if she was remembering right.

She hadn't figured out yet if it was a result of something on her end of things or Vincent's. Was she just more in tune with him now, and that allowed her to sense him more easily and at greater distances? Or was it that Vincent had let go of some of that fierce inner control he'd always held to so tightly? Maybe it was both.

No matter the cause, she had no difficulty picking up on his present mood. If it'd had a flavor, she'd have tagged it as bittersweet. She took the last turn before hitting the Hub and there he was: her solemn, golden angel, bathed in sepia tones of candlelight reflected off stone.

"Hey, babe." She strolled right up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on tight.

"Diana," he murmured into her hair and squeezed her back just as hard. He felt good; it'd been two days since she'd seen him and the longest they'd been apart in weeks.

She finally let loose and backed up a step. "Listen, I got a deposition later on, but there's something I wanted to run past you before I head uptown. You think William's still got coffee going? I need a shot of caffeine: it's already been a long day."

Vincent offered her a hand. "Let's find out."

The Commons was cleared out from breakfast except for a few worker bees and a half-dozen teenagers, boys and girls, sitting close at the end of one of the long tables, heads bent together in a rough circle. Diana recognized Zach and Cynthia and caught the tail-end of a girlish giggle before the group spotted them. Almost as one, animated faces fell and grins faded, contrite expressions replacing them. As she and Vincent passed by the table they occupied, he swung his head toward the kids and uttered a single word:

"Classes."

She looked over her shoulder, grinning, as they slunk out of the Commons en masse. She let go of Vincent's hand and slipped her arm under his. "That's a pretty good trick, right there. Have you always been that intimidating, or did you have to work at it?"

He gave her a pointed look that quickly softened when met with her teasing smile. He reached to pat the hand she had resting on his forearm and oh-so-politely informed her, "It is not intimidation, it’s respect."

"Now who's arguing semantics?"

He chuckled, handed her onto a bench and disappeared into the kitchen to fetch coffee. He came back with two mugs, one long, furred finger hooked through both handles, and a cloth napkin containing an enormous muffin. Vincent set the spoils of his hunt on the table and swung one leg over the bench, straddling it and facing her.

"Phyllis insisted I bring you this when I told her you were here. She's worried you don't eat enough."

She took a sip of the strong, hot coffee and reached for the muffin, pulling it apart and handing half of it to him. The sweet smell of baked apples and warm spice made her mouth water. Before attacking her half with gusto, she retorted, "Phyllis has never seen me tuck into a plate of spaghetti."

Vincent made a noise of agreement. "Indeed. It's a sight I'll not soon forget."

It would've been impolite to stick her tongue out around a mouthful of food, so she shot him a look instead. He attempted to cover a smile by plucking off a chunk of muffin and popping it in his mouth.

They chewed and sipped quietly for a while, one of Vincent's knees brushing hers, the other pressed against her backside, bracketing her with his long legs. And she gradually became aware of something resonating between them: a reconnecting on what felt, to her, like a cellular level. Something that'd begun without thought but almost with inevitability; powerful and beyond their control, like being swept up in a warm, all-encompassing wave of connectedness. It felt like that to her, anyway, that deep. Like another kind of lovemaking. She distractedly wiped her fingers clean of crumbs and looked over at Vincent. He had his mug halfway to his mouth and a far-off, slightly dazed look in his eyes.

As Diana was dimly wondering if her expression matched, his eyes cleared and locked onto hers, tender and bottomless, as though he were just now seeing her after an eternity apart. They held the look for a long breath as the serenely sweet feeling faded away, like it had done its work and was finished with them. But it had definitely been a shared thing: unspoken but acknowledged, with that single look.

She tried to shake off the remnants of the rapport and took another sip of coffee. She felt languid and boneless, like they’d just gone a round in the bedroom. And she wondered, for what must have been the hundredth time, if this thing she and Vincent had going on would ever stop surprising her.

"So," she asked quietly, after another minute or two had passed and the sleepy fog had mostly cleared out of her brain, "what was that, last night?"

Vincent set his mug aside and dipped his head. "A temporary lapse of good judgment. A bout of self-pity." He looked up at her. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I'm sorry."

Diana folded a leg and swiveled on the bench so she could face him. She braced her hands on his thighs and leaned in. "Sorry for what, being human? For having a bad night? It's okay to feel that, Vincent. I just wish you'd stuck around. Maybe I could've helped."

He shook his head. "It would have been an imposition. I'm not very good company right now. Even Father agrees with me on that."

"I'll take my chances. Haven't kicked you to the curb yet, have I?"

Vincent lifted a hand and cupped her cheek. She captured it and turned her face into it, dropping a kiss on his palm.

"I have been most fortunate in you, Diana. I fear I don't tell you that often enough."

She felt the sudden sting of tears and glanced aside. "S'okay, I'm not real big on words anyway." She determinedly met his eyes. "And what you said? It goes both ways."

Okay, so it wasn't I love you. But still… it kind of was for them.

"So… before I embarrass both of us by turning into a sniveling, blotchy lump, let me tell you why I'm here." She reached for the tote she'd deposited on the table and dug for the brown NYPD case file. "This may be nothing, completely random and coincidental," she warned, "but my huncher says otherwise."

She set the folder on the table and laid her hand on top of it. "It's a homicide, called in yesterday afternoon by some drunk guy rooting around in a basement looking for God knows what, maybe a place to curl up and enjoy his Ripple in peace. Probably wouldn't have registered on my radar if it hadn't been for a couple things, including the location. I went to the crime scene dark and early this morning, just to be sure. Vincent, this guy was found right outside - I mean, no more than six feet - from the Canal Street threshold."

She had spent enough time reading over the sentry schedules and rotation list of entrances opened or closed posted monthly in the Commons to know that particular threshold was rarely used anymore. In fact, a heavy steel door had been installed there some months back, eliminating the need to even have a sentry posted in the passageway the hidden entrance opened onto. She ventured a look at Vincent and found his attention divided between her and the file under her hand.

"Guy took a single bullet to the back of the head, high caliber, probably a .45 but forensics isn't back yet. Execution style: no muss, no fuss. The name Mitch Denton mean anything to you?"

She might as well have delivered a hard jab to his ribs, the way Vincent jerked. His eyes went wide and she knew she'd hit a bull's-eye. Of what kind remained to be seen.

"Yeah?" she asked. "You know this guy? Got a rap sheet as long as my arm. Got out of federal lock up a few years ago after doing a nickel of hard time. You know this guy?"

Diana was having trouble wrapping her brain around the possibility of Vincent knowing Denton well enough to cause the kind of reaction she was seeing. Ex-hookers, junkies, good families who’d stumbled and fallen through no large fault of their own, yeah, that wasn't a stretch. Anybody decent who'd fallen on hard times and needed a hand up, Vincent would be the first one there. But this Denton dude had been bad news.

Unlikely or not, her huncher hadn't steered her wrong. She watched and waited while Vincent recovered from the bomb she'd dropped on him. He was tightly closed off, rigid, and she started to reach out and touch him but changed her mind, pulling her hand back and gnawing on the edge of her thumb instead.

Finally, he let himself look at her and quietly admitted," Mitch and I were boys together."

Diana's jaw dropped. "He grew up in tunnels?" Her eyes felt cartoon wide and round, like she'd soon have to scoop them off her cheeks and back into their sockets.

Vincent was slowly nodding. "We were… friends… once."

Her hands flew up, sketching a sharp gesture, asking for more. And so he gave it: what she recognized was, even for Vincent, a highly abbreviated tale of a sick helper's son, the offer of a home for that child in a close and loving community and, ultimately, a betrayal of that love and trust. And the further piece of news that Mitch Denton had shot Catherine in the back and very nearly killed her.

Diana remembered a case of Cathy's involving dockworkers, the union, and a little slice of organized crime. That's what'd initially gotten her interested in the murder, because of Denton's name and where he'd been found. And because three of his goons had ended up messily dead in a warehouse on the docks while Cathy had been investigating that case, and then gotten shot for it. But the man who'd pulled the trigger hadn't been identified by Cathy, or ever apprehended. And now Diana knew why.

"Wait a minute," she stopped Vincent just as he was about to say more and leaned in close. Her voice was a rough whisper. "You mean to tell me you took out Denton's henchmen and then just turned around and left him there – let him walk out of there alive? After he shot Cathy?"

Vincent pierced her with a level gaze. "I would have killed him had I not, at that very moment, sensed Catherine coming awake and known she was alive and would be well. He deserved a death."

That last said without an ounce of shame or doubt. And there wasn't a whole hell of a lot she could say to rebuke him - or would've, had she even had a fair argument. They'd both taken justice into their own hands, and more than once.

Vincent had guiltily confessed to her a few months back, "I've poisoned you with my darkness." What he didn't know then, what she thought he still had trouble processing now, was that she'd been carrying around her own brand of darkness for many years before he'd come along. Maybe it didn't manifest itself the same way his did, but darkness was darkness, and Diana knew everyone carried some of it around, whether they'd cop to it or not.

"So you ended up just scaring the crap out of him and he basically walked away scot free, is that what you're saying?"

"That's what I'm saying. That is what happened."

She heaved a sigh and dug back into her tote, pulling out a clear plastic evidence bag and handing it to him. "I think that's one you're gonna regret. Because I'm pretty sure your act of mercy's come back to bite you on the ass."

[quincyhorst]

Lance 💝

Shane 👗

Gareth 🖕

...First of all, thank you for sending this ask! 💖 REALLY improved an already stressful day for me ;v;

So, let's start! I'll reply to each emoji as best as I can. ~ Though be careful, it's been quite a long time since I've written in detail about Lance and Gareth's personalities, so there could be something I missed.

Lance: 💝 - A headcanon about their love language

If I had to describe Lance's LL, I think the best type that'd describe him for me (At least from what I have seen) would be Words of Affirmation. I think that if he were to have a crush/be attracted to someone, most of the time he'd have no issue approaching and flirting with them. Plus, he is very open with his thoughts as a whole: If he finds his crush beautiful or with any other quality he's fond of, he WILL say it out at any chance. He also likes doing physical gestures too, although only when things seem to go steady. But nonetheless, if you're dating him expect being hand-kissed at any chance.

A close second for his most common LL would be receiving gifts. Don't mind him, Lance has all the money in the world and wants to spend it on you (Be it flowers or jewelry). In fact, now onto an actual headcanon, it was during the FFI where he bought his first gift with romantic intentions; taking advantage he could finally talk with his crush without any intimidating adults (or little butler) around. He bought her a little KOQ emblem brooch... 🥺

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...Ok, I'll confess that when I first read the ask, I got confused with "Shane", given I had never written such a name before on this blog. But I soon realized it was Shine, so... Here you have. And if it wasn't him, then... Sorry! You can ask for another character in exchange. ;____;

Shine: 👗- A headcanon about their clothes

I'll be brief: Because his parents were constantly always working outside, Shine had barely any time to do clothes-shopping with them at all. So for the most part, his wardrobe is full of loosely picked clothes, leftover ones from his father's younger ages, OR, even some bought without even prior consultation. But being fair, not even he cares much about styles and all. What he values in clothing is actually texture and comfort, SPECIALLY considering his sensory issues.

Even as an adult, when he moved with grandma Sun he only brought with him a very limited number of clothes. Typically you'll see him on his most common look: puffy red jacket and grey baggy trousers. However in this life stage more choices of his do appear, such as him prefering to wear platform sneakers (Who knows why). If he has to buy new clothes, he'd rather go to a thrift store. Not only he likes what they sell, but he's also aware of the darker side of fast fashion and the ecological damage it causes. He is not supporting that industry at all!

...I'm aware that the ask game only said one (1) headcanon, but I'll add something extra here because I actually have a special HC for Shine when it comes to this specific topic:

On Sun's house there's many things she preserves from her past, and that includes clothes. Many decades might have passed, but her sundresses still look beautiful as ever, even to Shine himself. Keep this a secret between us, but when nobody is around he likes to try them out on himself. There isn't much to this at all; it's just simply something he enjoys doing. However, while he doesn't care about imposed genders on clothes, he's aware society still thinks otherwise. So for now, him wearing dresses is only something he'll keep to himself. And he isn't ready to share this with anyone else either :(

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Gareth:🖕 - A headcanon relating to anger

And finally... Remember when I wrote about how Gareth was pretty much forced to repress himself a lot? Yes, that includes many of his own emotions too, including anger; with the excuse that it looks "Impolite" on a butler. So yeah, he could hold the most intense wrath within him, and yet he'd still be forced to keep a numb face. Extremely damaging to his own mental health, unfortunately...

At school things are a bit more relaxed, so Gareth HAS some ways to express his anger if something or somebody is bothering him there. Best example is obviously aganist Lance, specially if he gets annoying with his "Lancelot kills Gareth" all over again. However, it is to clarify that when releasing it all, he'll mostly leash out, never going with any violence. Sucks, because there's many people that Gareth would like to fight, yet is aware of the family's reputation and how any action can ruin it all forever.

At least if you want something sligthly better, Gareth eventually manages to free his anger aganist the man that has forced to repress it. I won't be spoiling it much (?), BUT this is after the FFI, a time period when things around him started to get worse and worse; to a point where he just couldn't bottle it all up anymore.

...Regardless of how that specific scenario ended, it gradually led to a positive impact on his life; specially on his transition to adulthood. Around GO, I think the (former) butler would finally come on terms on his anger. He doesn't repress himself anymore and will express it when needed, but he still prefers to avoid extreme violence… Unless you threaten him or his spy partner, that's for sure.

[awfulcandlestick]

sometimes i remember i have tumblr. outside is so pretty have you ever seen that stuff?? no, seriously. like there's so many small little dudes all living on like. your LAWN probably. like one's probably single celled and named jimmy and he lives on that stupid lawn chair your neighbors have but it'd be petty to complain so you just don't and You can't move it cause that'd be impolite. anyway the world is so cool when you think of all the small tiny details that make it up!! isn't that so wild???

[castle-dominion]

castle 7x9 last action hero

the action movie episode liveblog

hard kill garbage earbuds sus person running person dead person!! Love the music btw talking out loud to himself

Aw I love 90s beckett's style Oooh allclads are a good brand! But bex is right, some pans just Work Better, you can't just live life with a full set of one, you need a couple mismatched ones thrown in there too. & it has pictures in it.

Cousin sofia! Nice Bex offended mr kuniak XD ofc he never said anything, that'd be impolite

Hohhhh her puppydog sleeves <3

raises crime scene tape uwu He's that guy! Esposito's face of "Really castle? HIM above any of the OTHER action heroes?" RC: Ex-Navy Seal Zen master Rico Cruz? With the catch phrase “Time to hit Cruz control”? JE: Yeah, I was never a fan. KR: Me either. What’s he done lately, anyway? JE: Yeah, right? RC: (seriously) Beat leukemia. KR+JE:

Lanie <3

LP: Cause of death is clearly strangulation by ligature. KB: A narrow ligature, from the looks of it. KR: Made by a thin wire tied to two wooden dowels? KB: KR: CSU found this in a dumpster. KB: A garrote? Who would use one of those? JE: Special forces will sometimes, when they want to kill quietly. RC: The bigger question is how they got the drop on Lance Delorca. KR: Uh, Lance played an action hero, Castle. Doesn’t mean he was one. RC: Au contraire, mon frère. Thank you transcript for actually saying that, screw you captions. I speak French, I want to see the words. If hearing bilingual people can understand the french, Ddeaf/hoh ppl should be able to have that same opportunity. RC: Lance was born in Spain where, before he became an actor, he was a member of the CNI, the Spanish Intelligence Agency. He was black ops. This man was a lethal weapon. Me then: Wow, that's so fake, he wouldn't become an american actor. Jon Huertas: *was in the military, poor guy, before becoming an actor & is literally Esposito in this very show* But then again, I have a friend from Israel/Sri Lanka (I think he grew up in israel but was originally from sri lanka, idk) & he was in the air force for thirteen years but I met him as a cheap cafe sandwich maker in the banquet cold kitchen. I mean he left that job a couple weeks ago for private security but other than that. My point is, being n the military does not denote your future, you can escape your past.

Love the music btw

*Knows it word for word* RC laughs. He notices KR+JE’S looks. RC: I was raised by a single mother. Hard Kill was how I got my brotime. KR: That explains so much. JE: Mmhmm.

JE: Yeah, the guy from The Indestructibles movies, where all the badass action heroes band together for one last mission. KR: Before they die of old age? JE: Hey. That’s a great film. And so was the sequel. Sequels are never good bro KR: (sarcastically) Yeah.

KR: The redhead, she’s an archaeologist? That strains credibility. (XD casually sexist) JE: Yeah, in a good way. KB: Hard at work investigating, I see. They all turn around quickly. (Love her)

Castle being sort of helpful while just watching movies *pushes esposito out of the way a bit* why garroute, not garawt? KB: I know what her name is. While you were having your B-movie festival, I tracked her down. She’s in New York. She’s shooting a film and she’s on her way in now. *Esposito's face lights up & Castle accidentally hits ryan*

love the music XD but bex, let Castle find girls pretty in the past tense, he had her poster on his wall when he was younger & def before he met you that is ok.

oh no Another indestructibles? before they all die of old age? Yay friends Wow guns Cheesy is not bad KB: The real miracle is how a girl like that’s hanging out with a bunch of guys old enough to be her grandfather. She's not wrong

RC: Hi, Mr. Harmon. Huge fan. Huge fan. (he holds out his hand for a shake) I – I’m – it’s an honor – honor to meet you. Brock Harmon: The honor is mine. I’ve passed many an hour in the john reading your books. (in the washroom but still, he reads em! Love it when two celebrities are fans of each other lol)

Sometimes they say first names, sometimes they say last names.

When castle said that I just thought "Jon huertas was drawing on his past as an airman to play a detective (who used to be a green beret)" but also I miss the days when Castle said smart stuff

Just so happens that everyone they need is in new york i love it

I know why they are "stonewalling" her heheh oh yeah she has "guys" in washington now!

Why Hard Kill of any of the ppl he's played?

KR: (reading the tagline) “Time to hit Cruz control.” Maybe that’s what I need, a catchphrase. (he lowers his voice) Time to meet hard justice. Time for prison time. (nOOO I HATE IT MY FACE IS CAUGHT BETWEEN A CRINGE & A SMILE JHDSKJHSDFJ) XD on second thought: don't. clipping.

Oh yeah I remember this stuff. Man's a regular little robotics high school student!

Oh yeah sobriety. Loev the set behind them too lol

Ooh I noticed the commotion in the background this time! Man holding his face!

Classic action movie other wife XD

{But Castle couldn't tell that this man was NOT ex-cni? He got beckett's entire life story so why is this like this?} btw I want a fanfic where castle pulls the same trick he did on beckett to learn abt esposito & ryan's lives

espt layers upon layers isexy

Enrique Gomez: He needed a bodyguard. Somebody he could trust. And I know such people. But none of them were available on such short notice, so I couldn’t help him. I mean yeah no yeah that's how things go

At least he ASKED his friend I mean Tavi was a sheep herder too! But then he became an operative! & wanted to be a lawyer! & then became captain of the army! & then became the king of the entire nation!

Aww castle so depressed deeply personal XD Tori *pops out* *pops back in*

Earology XD but also acupuncturists might know a lot, I feel like that could be a plot point in a future episode & the shows the little animation XD like girl why not just say "I have an ID" & give the ID & if they ask say "I compared her ear shape to pictures of women connected to Lance DeLorca" & show the green pic of the scan but since you already compared it, you don't need to compare it to any more (which is where we got that pretty ear shape animation from)

not quoting, rather clipping, but the captions are incorrect so beware

I like how dark the obs room is in comparison to the inter room but the box is still so dim

set smth right! Words we've said before!

RC: My opinion is not affected by her skimpy outfit. I’m speaking as an objective investigator. Someone who has set their personal feelings aside. KB: Along with your poster? RC stops abruptly. RC: Who told you? It’s Ryan, wasn’t it? Apparently everyone knows ryan as the blabbermouth. "She's going away with her boyfriend!" "It only proves that Ryan has a big mouth" like girl this is a minor character trait for him at this point

Yay I'm hopefully getting my meds filled! I went to the hospital for self harm & suicidal motives on wednesday & I still haven't gotten my meds yet *goofy face emoji* but now I am yayay

why does ryan say "except for her story is still holding up" instead of "except that her story is still holding up" but ig it's better "except FOR the fact THAT her story.."

slaps ryan's mouth XD

her fridge is EMPTY

THANK YOU! Thank you Lanie for giving us all this information, all the reminders of the past, the explosion, the best apartment ever! Also I totally thought that they were going to kiss & then I forgot this isn't fanfiction. Btw we need more femslash in fandom. Straight women, we need you! Lol wine in ceramic mugs

Ooh Ryan's outfit! It was good yesterday but now it is also good today!

Hollywood style one at a time fight, castle's face, espt's face, castle's face, espt's nodthe MUSIC, man he did a great job choosing the right instruments for this!

Reminds me, I was in martial arts as a kid (& I wish I could go back but college is awful & nobody should have to work more than five hours a day /gen /revolution /ubi) & some friends of mine got into a fight at mcdonald's & they TOTALLY should have asked for the security footage!

btw, kicks are low not for their face

You get sides of pork, not sides of beef. Cattle are cut into quarters. Sorry lol I took a meat fabrication course in college

Standing in a very fenton oconnell type way there huh

JE: AD says his name is Ernest Howe. He’s playing ISIS militant number twelve. KR: Not for long. You know what time it is? It’s Ryan time. KR walks, JE follows him. JE: Please. Just stop. KR: Name’s Ryan and I hate lyin’. (he flashes his badge) JE: Oh my god KR: Ernest Howe! NYPD. not clipping too embarrassing KR: Oh, you’ve got trouble. Ryan trouble. JE hangs & shakes his head EH, softly & deeply: I don’t know what that means.

add to 1x7 when esposito & ryan were about to fck "moot" btw love espt's outfit. "put the hurt on all of you" sounds like irish, "there is hurt on me" or "there is hunger on me" is how irish sentences work

wait then why were you there beating on him in the alley? Or maybe they couldn't connect him to any of the assaulters, he just looked kind of like them

Ryan mr narco didn't notice? well ig it has been like 9 years since then...

love a good old middle aged dude

RC: I’ve learned that every good fiction contains a kernel of truth. Mr writer

BH: Say, the gang and I are going out for drinks later tonight. How’s you like to come with us? RC: RC: BH: Castle?

RC to KB: You are my boyhood dream.

XD that little run! He's a teen girl I love him!

There is NOT enough space for three broad shouldered adlult men to sit in a caar together

BH: Somebody takes out one of our own, we take him out. Valid ig? but castle is right: Oh, guys. Hey. Listen. If your plan is to go to the club and steal that slot car, no, that would – that would taint the evidence. Rolf Magnus: Actually we can compel the DA to consider it, since the car technically belonged to the victim, Lance. Wow actually smart lol

Where is Castle? Oh wait that's him. When did Castle change? Cool guys don't look at explosions

Love the heist comp XD. & they call him el jeffe XD I love the triframe but castle is conspicuous Lol always check, esp if you don't want to create a distraction Now get gone he's only on his way you can still get gone! Pull the fire alarm! Oh good for her lol

KB: You’re telling me that this was handed to you by a concerned citizen? RC: Uh … yes.

KB: And reward you for your []illegal behavior? (she shakes her head) I think not.

& then she livetells him anyway?

They be f*ckin' /j "omg this is not what I expected to be listening to"

yk what trey, that's valid. But also dude maybe ask for help yk what the DA might feel bad for you but also girl go to the authorities at that point maybe except that yk how cops are but at least theyd arrest boothe for conspiracy to commit murder

What did the blood bone marrow donor have to do with all of this?

he's your real dad & blood bone tests showed that?

ryan weird with the vest half open tbh

Ohhhh his son that's how this was involved!

WOAH THE JEWELRY WIRE IS THE SAME!?!? I don't think Lance was trying to ruin things, just trying to build a connection with a kid he's met a few times, his friend's kid, who just so hapens to be HIS kid.

Gates said good job to castle XD!

RC: I was just going to suggest the exact same thing. We’re starting to think alike now! As if they haven't been doing this since s1 XD KB: (laughing) That is horrifying. Okay, go cue up the movie, open up a bottle of wine. I’ll be home in a bit. I’ve just got a stop to make first. (& make popcorn!) RC: Well, if I’m thinking what you’re thinking and it’s to pick up a sexy archaeologist costume, don’t worry. (he drops his voice to a whisper) I’ve already got the whip. KB: *surprised pikachu*

but girl that's nice wood! & that is too good of a carving tbh

cinematic <3

Mkay so it's 17 & I started watching at 13.30 so that's 4.5 hours & 3 hours is already double my allotted time this was triple my alotted time which means it took me sextuple times the episode... then again a lot of it WAS spent trying to upload stuff to tumblr, at least 30m.

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The Possibility of Being, Book Three: Gravity & the Fear of Falling

The Commons was cleared out from breakfast, except for a few worker bees and a half-dozen teenagers, boys and girls, sitting close at the end of one of the long tables, heads bent together in a rough circle. Diana recognized Zach and Cynthia and caught the tail-end of a girlish giggle before the group spotted them. Almost as one, animated faces fell and grins faded, contrite expressions replacing them. As she and Vincent passed by the table they occupied, he swung his head toward the kids and uttered a single word:

"Classes."

She looked over her shoulder, grinning, as they slunk out of the Commons en masse. She let go of Vincent's hand and slipped her arm under his. "That's a pretty good trick, right there. Have you always been that intimidating, or did you have to work at it?"

He gave her a pointed look that quickly softened when met with her teasing smile. He reached to pat the hand she had resting on his forearm and oh-so-politely informed her, "It is not intimidation, it’s respect."

"Now who's arguing semantics?"

He chuckled, handed her onto a bench and disappeared into the kitchen to fetch coffee. He came back with two mugs, one long, furred finger hooked through both handles, and a cloth napkin containing an enormous muffin. Vincent set the spoils of his hunt on the table and swung one leg over the bench, straddling it and facing her.

"Phyllis insisted I bring you this when I told her you were here. She's worried you don't eat enough."

She took a sip of the strong, hot coffee and reached for the muffin, pulling it apart and handing half of it to him. The sweet smell of baked apples and warm spice made her mouth water. Before attacking her half with gusto, she retorted, "Phyllis has never seen me tuck into a plate of spaghetti."

Vincent made a noise of agreement. "Indeed. It's a sight I'll not soon forget."

It would've been impolite to stick her tongue out around a mouthful of food, so she shot him a look instead. He attempted to cover a smile by plucking off a chunk of muffin and popping it in his mouth.

They chewed and sipped quietly for a while, one of Vincent's knees brushing hers, the other pressed against her backside, bracketing her with his long legs. And she gradually became aware of something resonating between them: a reconnecting on what felt, to her, like a cellular level. Something that'd begun without thought but almost with inevitability; powerful and beyond their control, like being swept up in a warm, all-encompassing wave of connectedness. It felt like that to her, anyway, that deep. Like another kind of lovemaking. She distractedly wiped her fingers clean of crumbs and looked over at Vincent. He had his mug halfway to his mouth and a far-off, slightly dazed look in his eyes.