#the comedy was often from him being rude

[nick-close]

I will say. Scary I’m trying so hard to like you but I NEED someone to fuckig go off on her ass again. Like. NORMAL, LINK. TELL HER SHE’S BEING AN ASSHOLE. I KNOW YOU DID BUT YOU NEED TO DOUBLE DOWN HARDER ON IT. I KNOW YOU WANNA BE NICE TO YOUR FRIEND BUT SHE NEEDS THAT.

Beth has a way of playing characters that are really funny and interesting who are also kind of assholes,, Like I love her for it but I want to grab Scary and tell her to chill jyuGHjgj

[mischievousmoony]

hi i saw your request were open, and i really love you’re work and i was wondering if you could do something with james where the reader talks very quickly and quietly and often is told that she needs to speak up. and james always knows what she says and its kinda just fluffy? no worries if you don’t want to write!! have an amazing night/day

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is this my first emoji anon? 🤭 thank u love, i had a lot of fun with this request

𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚞𝚙

⟢ james potter x reader ⊹ 1.9k ⟢ warnings/tags: not bully per say but other students are rude, fluff

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"Miss. Y/L/N, have you found a group to work with?" Professor McGonagall asks as students around you huddle in groups of four whilst you stand alone at your desk, packing your things.

You mumble a response as you stuff your books into your bag, attempting to flee the scene as fast as possible. It wasn't anything to do with Professor McGonagall, but rather the fact that you always felt a little scrutinized when talking to anyone in a position of authority.

McGonagall squints as she tries to decipher your words. She finds herself having to make a guess.

"If not, I am more than happy to assist in finding–"

"She's with us, Professor!" James jogs over, returning from enlisting members for your group. As you straighten out your leafs of parchment, James starts packing away your ink and quill for you.

"And 'us' entails?" Professor McGonagall questions.

With a casual flick of his thumb over his shoulder, James gestures to a pair of Ravenclaws standing by the door.

"Very well," McGonagall hums in approval before walking off to ensure any other stragglers have found a group before they depart.

James would prefer to have Sirius and Remus as the other half of your group, but McGonagall has permanently banned James and Sirius from working together ever since they turned a simple demonstration into their own personal stand up comedy gig, resulting in some arguably intentional mishaps in their spellwork.

You've just latched your bag closed when James takes it from you and slings it over his shoulder without giving it much thought. He’s always absentmindedly doing you little favors, like it's his second nature.

"So, Cody has nothing better to do on a Friday night, why am I not surprised?" James says teasingly. "He’s insisting we hit the library and get a head start on the project. You free right now?"

"I'm free," you confirm, looking over James' shoulder at your group mates.

You hate group projects for a multitude of reasons. At least with most Ravenclaws— especially the two you're partnered with, Cody and Isla— you don't have to worry about them not carrying their weight.

This makes your main concern having to work with people you don't know that well. All you did know about them is that they're the kind of Ravenclaws that other Ravenclaws say give them a bad rap. They have a raging superiority complex, and you’d be surprised that James is okay to work with them if you didn't know him. That boy thinks he can make a friend out of anyone, save for some rivals he has in Slytherin.

So, you’re mostly surprised that they want to work with the two of you, but that probably has something to do with James being at the top of the class. Otherwise, they wouldn't normally branch out to students outside of their house.

You suddenly feel uneasy, realizing that for this project, you’ll be the student that the others are weary of not pulling their weight. You feel your hands get clammy over the potential judgement running through Cody and Isla's heads as James leads you over to them.

"Are we going or what?" Cody asks rather unmannerly.

James opens the door for everyone, "Lead the way."

You filter out into the hallway. Soon, the four of you fall in step with each other as James throws an arm around your shoulders.

"How long are we planning to spend on this today?" Isla asks.

"Well, if we dedicate the afternoon to it, we could get all of the research out of the way in one go." Cody responds.

James meets your eye with a sideways glance, and an entire conversation is shared through a couple facial expressions.

His lips curl into a knowing half-smile, See? No plans.

Your eyes twitch with amusement before they shift toward the pair. A microscopic scrunch of your nose conveys, I don't want to spend the whole day with these people.

His face contorts, Me neither, and he shakes his head, we can't anyway.

Your head tilts curiously.

"We have plans later," James verbalizes.

"We do?"

“Sirius got his record player repaired.” James smirks, “And I may have some butterbeer and a certain record waiting for us back at my dorm.”

Your eyes widen with excitement, “James, you didn’t!”

“Oh, but I did.” James says proudly.

“Sorry,” Cody interrupts, “you can’t work on the project tonight because you have to go listen to music?” Cody asks, and the rhetoric nature and judgmental tone are lost on you.

You dive into an explanation on how it’s not just any music, but your favorite band’s brand album. And not just that, but the limited edition record complete with bonus tracks not available anywhere else.

The record was wildly out of your budget and although record stores far and wide all received copies, they didn’t receive very many. You had accepted that you would likely never get your hands on a copy, but you hadn’t accounted for James’ readiness to move mountains at your whim.

You excitedly speak about your favorite band and everything you know about the new record, and it’s like you can’t get the words out fast enough. James listens intently, grinning widely and nodding along with your every word, interjecting occasionally with commentary of his own. You're too busy raving to notice the shared look between Cody and Isla.

"Is this supposed to be a private conversation or are we expected to understand you?" Isla sneers as the four of you reach the library doors.

James' grin falters as watches your excitement fade. You mumble out an apology, which James found completely unnecessary.

His tone flattens out from amused to deadpanned as he addresses Cody's earlier question, both to alleviate some attention from you and to deliberately ignore Isla, "We'll stay for an hour, maybe two. But after that, yeah, we're going to go listen to music with our friends."

Ever the gentleman, even when annoyed, he holds the library's door open for everyone. He eyes the back of Isla's head with offense as she passes, but his eyes soften when you walk through next.

The four of you quickly find a table, as not many are occupied to begin with.

James musters up a semblance of professionalism as he forces himself to stop glaring at Isla as she and Cody begin to discuss a plan for the project. Cody takes it upon himself to divide up areas of research without consulting the rest of the table.

"Hold on," James' brows furrow at his audacity, "What if I don't want to be in charge of researching the wand mechanics? And Y/N has an exceptional understanding of magical theory, she should be in charge of the magical formulas."

Cody and Isla's eyes fall on you and this time you don't miss their criticism.

"You have an exceptional understanding of magical theory?" Isla's face contorts into that familiar sneer.

James doesn't try to hide the way he rolls his eyes. He nudges you, "What was it you were saying earlier? The idea you had for the project?"

You gulp before you dive into an explanation. It feels like Cody and Isla were burning holes through you with their stares, so you try to distract yourself by gazing down at your hands as you them wring together.

In the middle of your explanation—

"Couldn't you at least look up so that I might have a chance at reading your lips?" Cody grumbles.

If looks could kill, James Potter would be a wanted man.

"S- sorry," you practically squeak. You do look up, but the glare on Cody's face intimidates you into mumbling even more. Even the most skilled lip reader wouldn't have a clue as to what you are saying.

"Merlin, could you just speak up?" Cody snaps his fingers in your face and your words die in your throat.

James suddenly wishes he had a beater's bat handy.

"Oi! Get your hand outta her face!" He raises his voice to levels that would surely attract Madam Pince's shushing any minute.

Cody retracts his hand but stands by his actions, "We'll hardly get anything done today if she can't even speak clearly. How do you expect me to deal with this?"

"Alright then, new plan," James says through gritted teeth. He stands abruptly, and his chair scrapes loudly across the floor as it shoved back by his sudden ascent. "The two of us will research the wand mechanics and magical formulas on our own, you two can have the rest. I'll let you know where we'll go from there next class."

James' hand finds yours in a grip that is surprisingly gentle considering the way he is currently conducting himself. He tugs on your hand, prompting you to rise from your own seat.

"You're just going to leave?" Isla asks.

At the same time, Cody protests the plan, "There's no way that I'm accepting that."

"Well, Cody, if you wanted to be in charge, then I guess you shouldn't have been such a cun–"

"James!" This time you're loud enough to speak over James' biting words.

"See you in class" are James' parting words to the very stunned Cody as he pulls you away from the scene.

Once in the hall, James can't help himself from raging over Cody's behavior.

"What a slimy git! Who does he think he is?"

You squeeze the hand that James still has wrapped around yours as he tugs you through the halls.

"James," you call gently.

"Don't know why I said yes to working with them. They basically cornered me, I'll have you know! I should've ran the other way when I saw them–"

"James," you try again, more firmly.

"Maybe if we talk to Minnie on Monday we can get our group switched. You don't suppose we can work with Sirius and Remus considering these extenuating circumstances?"

You dig your feet into the floor, "James!" you call out one last time, finally earning his attention.

James spins to face you, his hold on your hand not letting up.

"Yeah?"

"Calm down, would you?" You're voice comes out tinged with laughter.

James' troubles melt away at the sound of your laughter. His eyes search your face for any sign that it's false.

"You're not upset?" he asks, knowing you've been sensitive in the past to people's commentary on the way you talk.

"No, the look on Cody's face when we stormed away was healing enough."

This earned a laugh from James, "It was pretty satisfying."

James gives your hand another tug so that you fall into step with each other again. He only drops his hold on you to sling his arm over your shoulders.

"Dunno why people become such dunces around you." A playful smirk dances on James' lips, "Distracted by that pretty face, maybe, whereas I know how to multitask."

You shake your head at his antics, but your lips can't be stopped from curling into a grin.

"I can't deny the fact that you're the only one who seems to always hear me."

In the past, you've considered the possibility that James can always tell what you're saying because you feel more comfortable around him than anyone else, prompting you to speak more clearly. In actuality, James doesn't even need your words to know what you're thinking. He's known you for a long time, and he's spent every minute of it learning everything there is to know about you. By now, he might know you better than he knows himself.

"I guess I just might be the luckiest guy around, then, that I don't have to miss a second of your charm."

You sigh at his teasing and knock your shoulder into his, completely missing the genuine adoration in his eyes as he studies the way you smile at his words.

He can't wait to see how your smile looks when you find out that record he got you is signed.

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[squadmuse]

DOMESTIC HEADCANONS

THE AARON HOTCHNER EDITION

Who reaches out to neighbours/new neighbours

Aaron is usually a bit wary of new neighbours and as he is away on cases, it usually ends up being you who reaches out to neighbours and new neighbours in the cul-de-sac neighbourhood. That being said, Aaron isn’t rude he is just protective of you, Jack and any other children you have together due to his career. As he coaches the soccer team, Aaron does end up trusting the neighbours more.

Who remembers to buy healthy food

You do, as you’re usually the one doing the grocery shopping and want Jack to have healthy eating habits.

Who remembers to buy junk food

Aaron does, but he doesn’t go overboard with it. He loves buying candy in bulk for Halloween, Christmas and the other holidays & vacations. He has a sweet tooth, and sneaks your favourites into your handbag as a surprise. You do have a love of ice cream however, and so does Jack which makes Aaron usually buy a tub on the way home from work or a case.

Who fixes the oven when it breaks

Aaron tries his best, and while Derek tried to fix your old oven, it didn’t last very long. It had been a team effort, with Spencer reciting some book about engineering or electrical tech and Rossi offering to buy a top-of-the-range oven.

Who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

You both do! Jack does his best to help you both, being excited to help look after the flowers and the pet dog.

Who wakes up earlier

Aaron does, it’s a force of habit due to his work schedule being unpredictable and so Aaron ends up waking early in anticipation of being called in.

Who makes the bed

You both do, but you’re more precise in lining up the quilts and pillows after Aaron makes it and it makes him laugh at your attention to detail.

Who makes the coffee

Aaron does. You’re not much of a coffee drinker, but you have a fresh espresso every morning made by Aaron.

Who burns breakfast

Aaron does - sometimes. It’s usually if he gets called in, and gets distracted talking about the case. You usually burn the grilled cheese or bacon.

How do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

Aaron will come find you & Jack if he’s there, and give you both hugs and kisses and tells you both to stay safe and that he loves you both.

How do they greet each other when one of them gets home

Jack usually perks up hearing Aaron’s car in the driveway and barrels himself into his father as he comes through the door. Aaron gives you a loving kiss and you welcome him home.

Who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

Aaron does. He hates how he is away so much for work and hates how his marriage to Haley disintegrated. So he brings a souvenir or two for you and Jack, gets your favourite flowers and some chocolates that Jack will end up eating too.

Who picks the movie for movie night

Jack does! You and Aaron aren’t picky, and love just getting to curl up on the couch together and watching a funny family movie together.

Their favorite kind of movie to watch

Aaron loves comedy and movies based on plays or theatre shows, while you’re into thrillers and dramas. Jack has you both watching movies like Batman and Spiderman, Minions etc.

Who first suggests a pillow fort

Aaron does, and it’s a for a movie night and Jack is cuddled up between you both.

Who builds the pillow fort

You and Aaron both do, while Jack supervises. You have to make sure there is enough space for Aaron’s large size and so you have him sit down halfway in order to build around him.

Who tries to distract the other during the movie

You both do. Aaron can be quite playful and you also can be so too… the more naughty distractions happen when Jack is away for a sleepover at his Aunt Jessica’s house, a friends house or his grandfather’s house.

Who falls asleep first

You do, and Aaron smiles watching your sleeping form.

Who is big spoon/little spoon

Aaron is of course, and he absolutely dwarves you with his size - which you love!

[friendlyneighborhoodamara]

Can't sleep so I'm gonna talk about Akane Tendo's reputation among fans. It's no secret I'm an Akane fan, and I'm glad that the fandom seems to be kinder to her today than in the past. In light of this, I'd like to address some of the common arguments people make or used to make against her.

For reference, a significant chunk of the humor in Ranma 1/2 involves Ranma, often intentionally, pissing Akane off, to the point that she hits him really, really hard. This is a pretty common comedic trope in shonen anime prior to like...I wanna say the 2010s? (I never watched Naruto since it looked bad but I am pretty sure that's Sakura and Naruto's dynamic.) Anyways, while I joined the fandom recently, I have learned that when the show came over to America in the early 90s, Akane was SUPER controversial for treating Ranma like this, with her critics calling her a violent domestic abuser and misandrist, and her reputation has only really recovered recently.

Now, if the "girl character beats up boy character in fit of rage" trope is something that isn't your taste in comedy, then it's not your taste in comedy. However, it's important to keep in mind qualifiers for Akane's behavior. Akane at the start of the series has been harassed by boys at her school who want to beat her up and force her to date them, leading to her having a justifiably poor perception of men and boys. Her hating boys and seeing the worst in them is very different from a man hating women due to patriarchal expectations, and even then she treats boys who are nice to her like Ryoga well.

Honestly, the only area where her dislike of boys gets kinda like morally problematic in my view is if you interpret Ranma as a trans girl: while I joked in an earlier post that Akane is a TERF, one could argue that, albeit unintentionally, Akane's negative reaction to seeing Ranma naked in her bathtub (even if accidentally) and then calling him/her a pervert plays on transphobic rhetoric against letting trans women use the women's restrooms like we're supposed to. (Humorously, most of the people mad at Akane seem to be, ah...not exactly fond of trans!Ranma headcanons, but I digress.) If other trans girls or our allies don't find the slapstick funny for that reason, fair enough, but I don't feel bothered by it given how most of the time Ranma gets hit it's for being legitimately rude and again the violence is very unrealistic.

Admittedly, if Ranma 1/2 had a more serious tone and grounded level of violence, Akane hitting Ranma would be abusive. But in the series, martial artists can walk off stuff like being crushed by a boulder, so Akane beating Ranma up by kicking him/her 50 feet into the sky because she thought he/she was trying to feel her up is not so much like domestic abuse and more akin to a wife giving her husband a light dope slap. Remember, much of the violence in this series is basically just that of a Tom and Jerry cartoon, albeit with an early Dragon Ball aesthetic. Furthermore, Ranma - as much as I love him/her as a character - is usually the instigator, with the wiki even having a list of the cruel nicknames he/she gives her, so it's not as if her actions are unwarranted:

There is, per some people, a gendered component to this discussion, that if the genders were flipped, this wouldn't be funny since Ranma doesn't hit Akane. Now, firstly, if you're a man and a 35-year-old anime not having a boy beat up a girl enough is your worst experience with "sexism", well...get over it. Secondly, in terms of wider media, men commit violence against women that is framed for laughs all the time (ex.: Miroku in Inuyasha, another Rumiko Takahashi series, is a male character where his running gag involves him groping women, which is a more realistic form of violence than anything Akane dishes out), so the notion that it's only women who hurt men in media for laughs is untrue. Thirdly, the notion that hitting Ranma is viewed as okay because "he's a boy" is dubious since he does canonically turn into a girl and Akane hits Ranma regardless of gende, and despite his claims to the contrary he/she doesn't really hate being a girl as much as he/she claims. As a concession, I will note that especially in the past some writers can be reluctant to show slapstick against women, but this is more due to internalized misogyny and viewing women as weak and needing protection. Personally, even assuming that Akane was a boy and Ranma was wholly a girl, I'd have no problem with the slapstick since it's clearly goofy and unrealistic.

Anyways, I'd like to conclude by saying (1) I am glad that I joined the fandom at a time when Akane is being perceived more and more fairly as a flawed but generally pretty nice and hilarious character who has a good deal of pathos despite the clearly slapstick-y nature of the series, and (2) thanks for reading this long, very sincere post.

[harmeu]

HOW DO THEY REACT TO THEIR S/O SMILING GENUINELY FOR THE FIRST TIME?

(GN!Reader)

(Izek, Cardan Greenbriar, Apollo, Edgar Allan Poe)

IZEK (How to get my Husband on My Side):

You were known as one of the coldest people in the Empire. It was ironic since your husband Izek was also known for being unkind and unfeeling. Yet both of you sparked an odd romance. As soon as Izek gave his first smile after you had done something caring for him, your heart thumped.

Though no expression was seen on your face since you were just like that since childhood.

Izek had given the idea of a date in the street's night market to have some genuine bonding time since he was always so busy as the heir to the Omerta.

“Are you enjoying the bread?” He murmured out smiling down at you as you stuffed your face in the bread, the flavours exploding in your mouth.

“Mmmhmm..” Your voice was muffled as you replied, making Izek flush and chuckle ruffling your hair with clear affection in his gaze.

“It's endearing how you get so happy over the smallest of things. Even if I can’t see it on your face-” He got cut off and hitched as he saw you smile down at the food. Izeks felt his heart race a million times per second. You were beautiful. Like a flower commencing its bloom for its first time.

You tilt your head as you see Izeks dazed expression and tilted your head confused.

“Something happen?”

Izek stared and kissed your forehead with a heavy blush on his face.

“You happened.”

CARDAN GREENBRIAR (The Cruel Prince):

Let's just say..you and Cardan meeting for the first time was NOT ideal. Considering you were mortal and he was Fae. Anything but lovely. And you had vowed to despise that man for as long as you lived. But that all changed as you two exchanged a kiss after you literally kidnapped him. And then they said love is dead.

Cardan was still that sassy and snarky boy you first met. Just softer and spoke his mind more often. It was nice.

You even got him to smile before yourself which was funny since he was known as being the Cruel Prince.

A quiet night where you sat in Cardans bed noticing him laid down, his tail swaying and his long fingernails tracing your round ears with clear love but heavy sass as he tilted your head up with a sly smile.

“You keep staring. Am I that breathtaking?” He whispers out holding your chin tighter, the nail digging into your skin. Not enough to hurt but to make you feel the pressure.

“Yes.” You say truthfully staring at him with an unbreaking gaze making him let go of your chin clearly not expecting such a blunt reply. His Fae ears go a tint of red earning a small genuine smile to appear on your lips proud of yourself for making the rude prince fluster.

His whole body stilled as he saw your expression. He stared and stared and you had to give a reply from how intense he was looking at you.

“Is there something on my face? Or am I merely that breathtaking?” You muttered out using his own words against him making a small scowl appear on his lips though it softened eventually.

“There is something on your face.” He went from tracing your ears to your now lifted lips.

APOLLO (Record of Ragnarok):

Weirdly enough you and the narcissistic being Apollo became a couple! It was shocking when you accepted just expecting him to cheat right away but he remained..loyal? Everyday as soon as you’d wake up you would be bombarded with gifts, flowers, jewelry, all kinds of things any person would desire from a partner of theirs. 

You just didn’t expect him to be the one doing such things. 

You two were polar opposites. You were stoic and expressionless while Apollo brought in the dramatics. It was like a comedy show when you two had a conversation.

Currently you two were in Apollo very many hot springs casually bathing and you pinched Apollo everytime he tried to nuzzle into you in the water. 

“Seriously..why not cuddle with a lavish man like me?” He crossed his arms sulking.

You sigh at his behaviour but before you can say more Apollo splashed the water right in your face expecting you to get angry so he could get his revenge. Though all that came out of you was heavy laughter and a smile.

At this point Apollo just froze calculating what he just saw.

His fingertips trembled and as you stopped laughing you gave a confused look to his quietness.

“Somet-” Apollo crashed his lips right onto yours. Your voice muffles and you flush gasping for breath after the kiss and glare at the man in front of you.

“What was that for..” You narrow your gaze trying to get your heartrate to a normal pace after that whole thing.

“Can’t I kiss my dear spouse?”

EDGAR ALLAN POE (Bungo Stray Dogs): 

Being quiet and stoic and your beloved being an absolute fluster machine was oddly a contrast that went well. After Poe spilled his feelings outside in a garden you had accepted making the already red man redder.

Poe was an intelligent man at that and you always loved listening to his stories despite your face not showing much. Your actions showed plenty.

Currently Poe was vigorously writing on paper his Raccoon Karl sitting on his shoulder. You went behind him hugging him making the man flinch and soon redden as he realized it was you.

“O-oh darling it's just you..” He whispered out soon smiling as he felt you cling heavier and rubbed your head gently.

“You better not be overworking again.” You say leaning and picking up his hair to see his eyes.

“This novel is near due! I have to finish it by tonight!” Poe said his foot on the table with extra dramatic effects as he clenched his fist and continued writing.

“How about paying attention to me?” You drawled out, making him freeze.

You chuckle at his reaction earning a small smile to grace your lips.

If it was even possible Poe went into tomato mode staring at you hard as he saw your unexpected smile happen. His heart was screaming inside.

You notice his bashful face and pinch his cheek.

“You got even redder.”  You said in a hushed whisper used to him going a blushing mess over anything but this time it seemed just more.

“It's because of that smile.” 

[brooooswriting]

Hello can I request a fic with Sam carpenter x reader where the reader is seriously an idiot and just follows Sam everywhere like a lost puppy and they’re already in a relationship you can feel free to add anything I just thing this trope is so cute

Stupid, but cute

Sam Carpenter x reader, Tara Carpenter x reader (platonic)

“I really don’t know how you got into college” Tara laughed, you did too. Both of you were tumbling over from laughter while Sam watched from the couch with a grin. You honestly also didn’t quite know how you’ve gotten into college, it was actually more your athletic skills that got you in. Tara was nice enough to try and tutor you so you’d do okay in your exams but doing literature with you was more of a comedy act than anything else.

Sam always thought that you were pretty cute and good looking, at least until she finally talked to you. At first, she thought you were being rude and made fun of her but Anika explained that you weren’t, you just weren’t really smart. You didn’t get sarcasm or irony, it took you a bit longer to get jokes and sometimes your stupidness came of as rude. But when Sam got to know you more she realized one thing: you were actually a sweetheart, a a bit stupid one, but a sweetheart nonetheless.

You often followed Sam around like a lost puppy, it was no surprise to the older girl that you had a concentration deficit which made it hard for you to concentrate when it was loud, crowded or if there was anything that could have your attention.

It was the worst at parties, everything was screaming at you when you walked into that frat house and it didn’t take long for you to loose your group and especially Sam. After a second of panic you decided to roam the house thinking that you’d find her somewhere.

And you did, after 30 minutes and talking to a lot of people you finally found her, in fact also looking for you. “Sam, look, they gave me dextrose candy” you grinned as you held the small see through bag up to show it to her, your smile reaching your eyes until Mindy bursted out laughing. “Y/n, honey, those are drugs” Sam had a comforting smile on her face while your smile sank, Mindy and Chad were still laughing their asses off while Anika and Tara tried to hold back so you wouldn’t feel too stupid. “But they said it was candy” your voice was small, child-like, “did they wink at you while saying that?” Anika asked you causing you to nod, “then that was a code for drugs” she explained with a comforting hand on your shoulder.

After the others came down you guys split up, Tara went to get a drink, Anika and Mindy sat down, Chad found Ethan and you, well you just followed Sam around until she sat on a couch. You immediately sat down next to her, her hands wrapping around your neck and pulling you into a kiss.

Some time later Sam went to the bathroom, while you decided to stay on the couch as it made it easier for Sam to find you. You were just looking around, being completely in your own world when Anika came to you. “We need you” she told you and grabbed your hand pulling you towards some stairs, “Tara’s drunk and that guy won’t let her go” she explained causing you to tense.

Yes, you were extremely stupid, no question. But you had different qualities, you were strong and extremely protective of your friend group and there was no way someone was taking advantage of the smaller carpenter.

“Hey asshole, Tara’s good down here” you called over the music causing him and Tara to turn around. “Y/n” Tara mumbled barely standing on her own feet. “She’s fine. Now go mind your own business” he laid a provocating hand on your shoulder causing you to flip. You pulled on his arm so he was falling down the stairs, your hand immediately connecting with his face. “Leave her the fuck alone”

By now Sam was there and helped Tara up, “y/n, enough. Let’s go” she called out after your third punch to his face. You stood up with a grunt and followed her outside.

Later you two cleaned Tara up and went to bed.

Two days later Tara decided to help you again as a thank you. “So this is your homework for romantic literature?” She asked you and you nodded proudly. “You seem proud of your work” she stated with a smile, this would be great. “Yes, I think I really understood what he wanted to say” Sam grinned as she sat on the couch, reading some book while listening to your conversation. “Alright”

After around a minute Tara was, again, tumbling over with laughter. “Please tell me this is a joke” she got out between laughs, you looked at her confused. “Y/n, you literally wrote: ‘he’s saying that he likes her boobs’” she laughed out, suddenly Sam laughing too. “Hey, that’s what he’s saying” you protested still sure of your work, “he is expressing love for her body but you can’t write that he likes her boobs” Tara was still giggling but continued, “I really see why you fell for her Sam, she’s a helpless romantic”

The older girl laughed and walked towards you while you poured, “that’s just rude” you mumbled. Sam walked up to you and kissed your head, “well, I think she’s cute” your pout turned into a smile. Turning your head, Sam gave you a kiss which gave you new motivation.

After around 2 more hours Tara finally made something out of your work that you could give to your professor. “Alright guys I’m gonna go to the store so we can cook later” Sam said and walked out of the apartment, you immediately following.

Funnily, she only noticed when you were in front of the apartment, “babe, what are you doing?”

“Going to the store with you?” “Why?” “Why not?” Sam laughed and grabbed your hand as she started to walk towards the shop. In the shop you pushed the cart, putting in sweets and other unhealthy stuff while she put it all back. “Can we have this cereal?” You asked with puppy eyes, “no” she only answered looking at her list. “Pleeeaaaassseee, Tara likes it too. Come on” you whined causing her to sigh but agree. After a small celebration you kissed her cheek and went back behind the cart.

“Baby” you stretched the word already causing her to sigh, this couldn’t be good. “Can we have Dino nuggies?” You asked, “no, definitely no” she answered as she tried to look everywhere but your eyes. “Please, we can have them with mashed potatoes and broccoli” you had a small pout on her lips that made her break. “You’re a child” she told you as she went to pack the ingredients into cart.

“What are we eating for dinner?” Tara asked as you came back, Excitement radiating off of you, “Dino nuggets” you exclaimed, Tara’s jaw dropping. “You got Sam to buy that?” She was shocked, she never got those. “This is only because of what happened two days ago, don’t get used to it” Sam intervened causing you to laugh.

Later that night you and Sam laid in bed cuddling, “Sam?” You mumbled into her neck, “yes baby?” Her hand was rubbing over your arm. “I’m sorry that I’m stupid, I know it makes everything a lot harder” her heart broke when you said that causing her to turn towards you. “Y/n, I love you the way you are and you have so many different qualities. I mean just look at how you protected Tara! You are the biggest sweetheart I know, so don’t say stuff like that alright?” You nodded and leaned in to kiss the older girl.

You weren’t smart, but you were a great person nonetheless and you had a family that loved you more than anything else.

[silverthehedgehogharacteristics]

Silver the Hedgehog Key Characteristics

Strong Sense of Justice: Silver is a righteous hedgehog of justice that is outraged by suffering and devastation. Seeks to settle scores(Sonic Forces, IDW Sonic) to get back for those that have been wronged and make evildoers pay for what they’ve done. Is very confrontational because of this as he has zero tolerance for injustices or things like breaking promises and will quickly take on anyone or anything to right wrongs and help those in need, however “His wish is to maintain peace, not to eradicate evil”(Sonic Channel). Silver wants to become a hero because it means being someone that can “protect smiles”(Sonic & Silver).

Optimism: Silver is an optimist and embodies hope just as Sonic embodies freedom. He always looks to a brighter outcome, does not give into despair no matter how dire the situation and believes “There’s always hope as long as you don’t give it up”(JP Sonic Forces quote). Inspires hope in others during dark times(Sonic 06 last episode, Sonic Forces, helping Elise through her performance anxiety in Otherworld Comedy) and spreads happiness during peaceful times as he is said to engage in Cheerful Activities after the historical change in 06(Sonic & Silver). If he is down it does not take much to bring him back up(Sonic Rivals 2). Silver has a positive way of life that inspires people and makes them want to cheer him on(Sonic Channel).

Kindness: Silver is an Altruist with a strong desire to help others and is always thinking of someone else’s happiness rather than his own(Sonic & Silver). Silver wants to “protect smiles” and make people happy because he grew up in a world filled with despair. His altruism is the source of his mission and the only thing that can make him break from it as he can’t say no to a sad face or ignore those in need. Silver actively does things like serving apple slices(Wallpaper Comedy 2022) and giving gifts as Santa(Sonic Pict) because his greatest joy is seeing smiles. Silver put the spirit of the pilot Renzo to rest by pretending to be an airplane for him in Town Mission 4. Silver is selfless and acts for others, he has no regard for his own safety and is willing to sacrifice himself without even thinking(Sonic Comic Pumpkin Trigger). When Eggman attacks in Sonic Comic Act Final Stage, Silver instantly acts to shield everyone.

Honest: Silver is a pure and genuine person that is very Forthright, Straightforward and Honest to a fault to the point of being blunt. He can’t tell a lie, wears his heart on his sleeve and has an “Honest, unpretentious and kind demeanor”(Sonic Channel Staff Column). Silver is very humble and does not think of himself as a hero(Sonic & Silver). Silver is an Enhancer(someone that is determined and simple, never lies, hides nothing, is straightforward in their actions and thinking, whose words and actions are often dominated by their feelings and is very focused on their goals),

Brash: Silver has a brash and flippant personality that is even more brash than Sonic’s(even Sonic says Silver has an attitude in Sonic Rivals). Silver is so straightforward and honest that he is also rude and blunt. He has no filter and will call you an idiot to your face if he thinks you’re an idiot and is so direct that he can often ignore manners and social customs(06 NPC dialogue, Sonic Rivals series). Silver is very snappy, abrasive and sarcastic, being quick to insult or sneer at any opposition(06, Rivals series, Riders Zero Gravity, Olympic Games, Eggman’s theme park in Colors DS). Has a confident, somewhat smug attitude about his abilities and is very Competitive(almost fights Blaze when they start one-upping each other over who could deal with Orbot and Cubot on their own in Colors DS). Silver is said to have Mischievous Side(Sonic Channel Commemorative Illustration series). Silver is Headstrong(almost fights Blaze when she treats him like an amateur in Otherworld Comedy) and can be quick to start fights for both serious and petty reasons(Colors DS, Rivals series, Jet and Bowser Jr in Mario and Sonic, Infinite in Forces). Silver is very ill-mannered in general which is more apparent in Japanese where he has various informal rude mannerisms including using “Ore”(informal masculine “I”), “Anta”(Impolite “you”) that signifies he speaks bluntly, pointing directly at people he speaks to(confrontational gesture) and crossing his legs while sitting(roughly the Japanese equivalent to putting your feet on a table). Silver is rash and impolite in contrast to Future Trunks. Silver’s blunt rudeness, honesty and overall traits are the complete opposite of Eggman Nega’s over-politeness, deception and overall traits. Despite this however Silver is still outgoing and approachable.

Naive: Silver has a black and white perspective and is innocent in his ideals. Expects people to believe him when he says he’s from the future or explains outlandish situations simply because he knows them to be true(Which causes people to not believe him). Sometimes takes things literally and doesn’t understand jokes but has an angry “What’s so funny” attitude when he doesn’t understand things(Says “Yes, why?” when Espio asks “you want me to believe that?” in Sonic Rivals 2 and “What’s so funny” when he didn’t understand people what people were laughing at in Otherworld Comedy). Silver is young and immature according to Shun Nakamura.

Emotional: Emotionally immature, unregulated and unfiltered. Sometimes Silver tends to deal with things too head-on because of the strength of his feelings, or he tends to take everything on himself, which can make him reckless and rash/impulsive(In the Japanese version of 06 Blaze describes him as running wild rather than insecure). Short-tempered, easily angered and has a wrathful temper like Blaze. Gets indignant when people don’t listen to him(Sonic Channel) and punches things when he is frustrated(06, Mario & Sonic series). Feels joy and rage loudly but sadness and contemplation quietly. Silver is generally High-Spirited, puts his all into what he gets invested in(I’m giving this everything I’ve got!). Can get carried away or needs to be calmed down/held back when he gets riled up. Silver is hot-blooded and rash while Sonic and Shadow are calm and cool(Sonic & Silver Sonic Channel story).

Peace: Silver lives and fights for World Peace. Silver is devoted to peace because he hails from a hellish ruined future that was filled with darkness, devastation and suffering. Silver has great empathy for the state of both people and environments so devastation saddens and upsets him while beauty and prosperity leaves him breathless. Blue Skies and Smiles are especially important to him, blue skies make him feel at peace, and he can’t help but smile when seeing smiling faces. The quills on Silver’s head are patterned in the shape of a Japanese Red Maple Leaf which represents peace and prosperity.

Sentimental: Silver is also very Sentimental. He finds great beauty in nature and serenely appreciates both the wonders of the world and the little things that most people take for granted. Silver enjoys sightseeing and going on journeys(Sonic Colors DS, Olympic Games, Sonic Pict) because of this. Silver relaxes and chats with his friends during downtime(Sonic & Silver). Silver has a somewhat wide-eyed curiosity and likes seeing cool and interesting things(“Interesting”). Silver feels serene and at peace when seeing nature, happiness and prosperity. This side of him ties into his peace themes due to his ability to appreciate beauty and serenity which the Momiji/Japanese Red Maple also represents.

Fighter: Fought and struggled for half his lifetime(possibly since he was Cream’s age) through the disaster future(Sonic & Silver). Silver hails from an extremely hostile environment filled with darkness, large Iblis enemies and constant disasters. He has high aggression because of this and has very intense determined expressions and aggressive body language with constant fists even during competitions or just tasks he's focused on. Silver has angular sharp pointed eyes like Sonic’s other rivals which represent intensity and danger in character design. Shadow describes Silver as a Fighter in Team Sonic Racing. Silver is extremely powerful being able to evenly physically fight Sonic and Shadow to a standstill in 06 and the Rivals series, and repeatedly destroy both the gigantic Iblis and small armies by himself in 06 and Sonic Pict. Silver both Enjoys Fighting and has an Instant fight response when surprised in Sonic Generations. Silver “sometimes calls forth great power without mercy”(Sonic Channel).

Determination: Silver has relentless Determination that allowed him to fight through the apocalyptic future. Doesn’t give up easily(got exact hedgehog apple slices after 40 tries). Has no regard for pain/massive pain tolerance(Kept fighting undeterred after being kicked in the head by Shadow and skipped across the street like a rock by Sonic in Generations and endures excruciating "pain beyond description” caused by his powers in Sonic & Silver). Silver is bold and undeterred by any threat(says “We can take them all on!” when facing Eggman, Knuckles and Rouge in Rivals 2 and “I’ll just destroy him everywhere at once” when facing Solaris in Sonic 06) as he fought against disasters and large Iblis monsters in dark dangerous environments from a very young age and throws himself at every enemy from Iblis to Infinite without hesitation, even if they are stronger than him.

Straight-to-the-point mentality, hates distractions and petty details(Doesn’t care what the plan is called, only that it works in Forces). This can make him impatient towards things that get in his way or waste time. Silver is Goal Focused(even during things like competitions he says the Jade Ghost Wisp is the only item he likes because it lets him disappear and focus on racing in the Team Vector interview). Takes things much more seriously than Sonic and sometimes gets mad at Sonic for not taking things seriously or messing around(JP TSR, Sonic 4 Panel Manga). 

Silver is very direct and Proactive as he spent most of his life trying to defeat Iblis and find out how his future came to ruin when no one could tell him how and actively investigated Dodon Pa and Eggman in Team Sonic Racing.

Silver is pragmatic and somewhat ruthless. Opens both his fights with Sonic in 06 by trying to sneak attack and snipe Sonic with psychic energy balls. Has fought dirty by playing possum to hit Sonic in 06, snuck past Soleanna guards to get to Radical Train in 06. Mugs Tails in Sonic Rivals 2(he’s okay with stealing), has no qualms with fighting kids like Tails or Bowser Jr. Leaves his enemies to die even if they beg for life(Sonic Rivals 2/IDW Sonic). Has the “get-it-done” mindset of Future Trunks and will do whatever it takes to save the future.

Challenger: Enjoys challenges and ways to test himself(Sonic Colors DS, Mario & Sonic Series). Makes steady efforts to train and improve offscreen(Sonic Channel Comedy). Silver is a very skilled person that takes offense to being treated like an amateur(Otherworld Comedy) and is able to do various jobs around Soleanna(06 Town Missions), become a delivery boy(Sonic Pict), a butler, a top class ice skater, and a genius skating coach(Sonic Channel) and has sharp shooting among the best in Soleanna’s 1500 year history. One of his catchphrases is “I’ll take you on”. 

Intuitive: Silver sometimes deduces things that other people do not and every central game role Silver has from 06 to TSR is about him searching for truth and he has successfully figured out the schemes of Eggman and Eggman Nega before anyone else each time. Silver can be very sharp, perceptive and crafty; he figures out Eggman Nega’s disguises by noticing small details in his mannerisms in Sonic Rivals, intuits Blaze trying to control her great power when seeing it for the first time in Sonic Channel and changes his fight with Sonic into a race to collect Chao instead to advance his mission in Sonic Rivals 2.

Often shown/implied to like Apples(he ate apple flavored calorie bar rations in the 06 Iblis future according to Sonic Channel Sonic Pict) suggesting they are his favorite food. Apples also symbolize sweetness, beauty, and hope for prosperity in Japanese and Jewish culture.

Lives in the good future the same way Blaze lives in the Sol Dimension when not in Sonic’s time(spends most of his time there as he doesn’t get to see Sonic very often according to Team Sonic Racing). Also implied to live in Soleanna(He was originally going to be named Venice simply because he lived there, implied to live there in Sonic & Silver and Otherworld Comedy Act 4 Sonic Channel stories).

[respectissexy]

The discourse around The Ratfish and why Eric's inclusion didn't work for a lot of people (including me tbh, though I honestly enjoyed the hell out of these episodes anyway) put me in mind of this blog about the two different ways of being funny.

Basically, the idea is that there are "jokers," who create comedy from scratch, and "jammers," who create comedy from their interactions with other people.

Dropout is basically 100% jamming-based. Everyone is funny in relation to everyone else.

I haven't seen Eric's stuff, but I know he's best known for a show whose title is his name and another dude's name, so I'd wager he's probably actually a great jammer! (Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, I truly am not familiar with this dude's body of work at all.) But in the context of The Ratfish, he was mostly "joking" and not interacting with the other contestants as well as they interacted with each other, which made him stick out awkwardly. As anyone who's been in an improv class knows, one "joker" in a room full of great "jammers" will often come across as rude and antisocial, even though they're usually just doing what they get rewarded for in most other contexts.

I don't think this is necessarily Eric's fault per se, though it is true that past guest stars have understood the assignment better (LaGanja on Survivor is a great example of someone who "jammed" really well with the main cast.)

[lovelybucky1]

Neil trying to be cool to get the attention of a client (disinterested in him) being totally cringe and geeky with his movie recommendations

im a filmbro just like neil so i really resonate with this

my inbox is open for requests!

warnings: one mention of sexual content, mild mentions of violence, neil being a geek with zero rizz

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It’s not often hot people walk into Gumshoe Video. There’s the regulars, the families, the loser film bros who are there at least four times a week, the teens who try to rent pornos, and old people looking for the classics.

When you walked in, Neil almost dropped his fast food cup filled with Dr. Pepper. You’re exactly his type, and he pushed the other employees out of the way so he could be the one to help you.

“Hi, I’m Neil. How can I be of service?” he greets you, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. You look down at his name tag and note that it says owner underneath his name.

“I don’t need any help, thanks,” you smile politely and continue walking. You aren’t trying to be rude, but you had a long day at work and this puppy dog of an employee is only going to get on your nerves.

“Are you looking for anything specific?” he asks, following you down the aisle.

You sigh. “No, just something to watch.”

“We have a huge selection. What’s your favorite genre?”

You resign yourself to the fact that this man is going to be up your ass until you leave the store.

“I don’t know. Action? Comedy?”

“Well, right over here we have Fast and Furious.” You wrinkle your nose. “We also have The Dark Knight.”

“Uh, no thanks. The villains in those movies are always so cheesy.”

Neil hums and scans the shelves, looking at the collection of videos for rent. “If you want a comedy we have Daddy Daycare, Superbad, American Pie…”

“I think I’ll just look around myself-”

“Or if you want something classic, we have Citizen Kane, Casablaca, The Godfather, Apocalypse Now-”

“Look, Neil,” you sigh. “I appreciate the suggestions but I really don’t need any help.”

Feeling rejected but not letting it show, Neil nods and steps away. “If you need anything, I’ll be behind the counter.”

You nod and watch him walk away before turning to browse the movie selection by yourself. It takes you a while to find anything that you were interested in, but you settled on Friday the 13th. It’s not what you’d usually go for, but your life needs a little excitement here and there.

From across the store, you could hear the other employees ridiculing Neil for “striking out”, though you’d have to argue that he never even got up to bat.

When you walk up to the counter to rent the movie, no one is to be found. You look around and find a bell on the counter labeled ring for assistance. You hit the button and the bell rings, and immediately following the chime is a thud and a curse. You peak over the counter to see Neil crouched underneath it, rubbing the top of his head.

He stands up and looks at you, putting on a charming smile like he didn’t just embarrass himself.

“All set?” he asks.

“Yep,” you reply shortly, handing him the box.

“Friday the 13th,” he reads. “That’s a good one. You didn’t tell me you’re into horror.”

“I’m not really. Just wanted a change,” you reply, figuring if you engage in his small talk, he’ll let you off the hook sooner.

“Did you know this was filmed at a real summer camp in New Jersey?” You shake your head. “It’s still operational, actually. The only set piece they had to build was the bathroom; everything else was already there.”

“That’s really interesting,” you smile, lying.

Unfortunately that was the wrong thing to say, because it made him perk up. “If you think that’s interesting, wait until you hear this…” He ducks under the counter again and comes back up with another movie in hand. “Scream was based on a series of real murders in the 90s. Ghostface was based of the Gainesville Ripper who killed five students in Florida. He wore a black ski mask, which was the inspiration for the movie.”

Neil must have noticed your concerned face and stopped.

“Uh, sorry. I guess giving a stranger facts about a serial killer is kind of weird,” he chuckles.

He scans your movie, swipes your card and prints out your receipt. Before he handed it to you, he scribbled something at the bottom.

“Thank you for renting from Gumshoe Video. Have a nice day,” he smiles.

You give him a polite smile back and on the way out of the door, you look down at the paper in your hand. He wrote what looks to be a phone number, but his handwriting is too messy for you to make out the digits.

[pensat-i-fet]

Can't sleep? (Rúben Dias x Reader) / Halloween '23

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“Why do you have to play on Halloween? It’s so rude”.

You could hear Rúben laughing on the other side of the line. “Well, it’s not as if it’s a holiday like Christmas so…”.

“But I wanted to spend the night with you watching movies and giving sweets to the kids”.

“No one will go to our apartment to ask for sweets”.

“And so I’ll have to eat them all by myself. Alone. Can’t you fake an injury?”

“I’ll be back around midnight. That’s spooky. We can fall asleep watching a horror movie and I’ll protect you when you have nightmares”.

“I don’t get nightmares from watching movies”, you snorted.

“What about that time…”.

“Good luck at the match, Rúben. See you later!”

His laugh was still audible before you hung up the phone. But you were honest. Horror movies didn’t really scare you. That’s why you had planned on watching terrifying ones this year. Or what the YouTube video you watched called “the most disturbing movies ever made”. But honestly, how bad could they actually be?

You really got everything ready for the night. The cosy blankets, the blackish green popcorn from Aldi that was supposed to look spooky and hopefully tasted like normal popcorn, the sweets, …and the movies. The first one was a French one called Martyrs. You always loved the way the French language sounded so surely that would make the movie less disturbing. And you could just look at the subtitles if things got too much. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Not long after the movie started, you realised what a big mistake you had made. But being stubborn could be good sometimes…however, it often was a bit of a curse. You decided to watch that movie and you were going to watch the whole movie. Even if it scarred you for life. You were not going to quit.

The thing was that you were so shocked by everything going on in the movie, that when Rúben came back, you almost had a heart attack hearing the door open and close.

“Aahhhhhh!!”

“What’s going on?”, he asked, running to the living room to see if you were ok. “What happened?”

“You scared me”, you said. And then Rúben realised you were shaking and looked at the screen.

“What on earth are you watching?”

He took the remote from your hand and exited the movie. Then turned to look at you.

“Are you actually ok?”

“Yeah, just traumatised for life. But I wanted to see a really scary movie”.

“Without me?”, you nodded. “You don’t need to prove you’re brave. Let’s go to bed. I’ll hold you tight for when you inevitably have nightmares”.

“Can we watch a movie together?”

“A comedy?”

“No, a scary movie. But not as scary as this one”.

“We can watch Scary Movie”.

You rolled your eyes and followed him to the bedroom. Rúben turned the living room’s light off, as he always did, and you ran to the bedroom. Being in the dark at that moment didn’t sound appealing at all.

“I mean, we could watch I know what you did last summer or something cheesy like that”, he offered.

“Sounds good. Let’s get ready for bed”.

Rúben’s movie choice was perfect. A cheesy slasher that wasn’t scary at all and you knew so well, that not even the jumpscares scared you anymore. But then…you heard a noise.

“What is that?”

“Oh, it’s super windy outside. Don’t worry about it”.

“Right…”.

“It was a crazy landing. For once, I wish we had travelled by bus”.

You chuckled at that and continued watching the movie…until there was another noise.

“You sure it’s just the wind?”

“Yes”, he said, looking down at you with a soft expression. “And if it’s a monster, I’ll kill it before it gets to you”.

You shook your head, moving even closer to Rúben. And eventually fell asleep. When he noticed, he moved your body gently so you would be more comfortable and turned off the TV. Time for him to sleep too.

But the wind was making so much noise. It kind of sounded like someone was trying to open the windows. “It’s just the wind, Rúben”, he told himself and closed his eyes again…and then another noise. That was a door slamming shut. But was it at their apartment or somewhere else? Maybe someone left a balcony door open and the wind closed it? Or someone was opening a balcony door to get inside an apartment.

Looking down at you, he saw you were sleeping peacefully. How could you when he saw just a small part of the movie you were watching and almost threw up? Maybe you were the bravest one out of the two after all.

He had to leave the room and see everything was properly closed…and that there was no one inside the apartment. How ridiculous. He was a grown man, scared after watching half of a horror movie.

“Rúben?”

“Ahhhh!”, it was now his turn to scream.

“Oh my God, honey. I didn’t want to scare you. What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep because of the wind and I was checking everything was ok around the place”.

“Is it?”, you asked, biting your lip because he was too funny.

“I think so”.

“Ok, let’s go back to bed then. I’ll protect you from the monsters”.

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

hi! Thanks for your hard work, it’s always nice to read your thoughts and perspective! I want to ask about your opinion on this: what do you believe was the purpose of showing Katsuki running away from girls with Shōto, the classmates wondering about him in particular, and Izuku’s answer? I tried to understand why, but I have no idea why he would say that (and for others to be kind of awkward/weirded out by Katsuki’s reaction but don’t mention Shōto’s)

You're sweet! Thank you for the nice comment.

To be honest, I feel like you asked this hoping I'll say the point of this scene to tell us Katsuki is gay. But I mean... you can just read the rest of the series and figure that one out, pal!

This scene is comic relief during a really emotionally heavy point in the story, and the answer to "why focus on Katsuki's reaction" is straight forward: Shouto's reaction is mild at best, there's nothing to comment on. He was confused and annoyed, but he immediately voices a willingness to talk to them one-on-one, meanwhile Katsuki is SCREAMING about how they should all be expelled. This sits squarely in line with every other time we're given a side-by-side comparison of these two.

Chapter 165

Everyone thinks Katsuki's tactics are overblown and inappropriate. Shouto calmly convinces him to try a different approach.

Chapter 241

Shouto comes across as an awkward but overall nice young man, while Katsuki is rude and overly aggressive. The news crew cut out everything Katsuki said, so he barely appeared in their hour-long interview.

Chapter 430

Even in the final chapter, Katsuki is shown losing his shit at somebody trying to film him, while the awkward Shouto never turns a fan away.

In comedy terms, Shouto is the straight man (tsukkomi) to Katsuki's funny man (boke). Katsuki is outrageous, Shouto is deadpan.

The reactions of their classmates in 428 also make perfect sense.

Shinsou is the only one who is truly surprised, because he knows Katsuki the least. He knows Katsuki's external persona, someone who is cocky, ambitious, and seeks recognition. Shinsou also has eyes—Katsuki is attractive, and the series often makes a joke of the fact that he would be popular and get the recognition he demands if he just changed his personality.

Sero, on the other hand, knows Katsuki is easy to rile up and embarrass in part because he's usually the one roasting Katsuki. But he also defends him, because even though Katsuki's reactions are always a bit much, it's normal to be overwhelmed by a mob of people screaming and chasing you.

Kaminari and Mineta are the "horny teen boy" duo; Mineta's perverted behavior is more extreme, but Kaminari has always been his comrade in whinging over a desire for female attention. They are both jealous and irritated.

Izuku is being a fucking nerd as always. He is never surprised when Katsuki gets attention or praise, because he thinks the world of that boy. Post-DvK2, he reacts to Katsuki's feistiness with blatant fondness, so even when other people are like "dude, calm down!" Izuku's response is pretty much always, "haha, that's Kacchan for you!" Izuku is ecstatic for the opportunity to show off how well he knows Kacchan, practically bragging about their status as childhood friends. He is also oblivious to the fact that "Kacchan's never gotten attention from girls" might sound like he's making fun of Katsuki; like Sero, Izuku is defending him.

As a strong appreciator of the way MHA's comedic elements are integral to the story, I would also argue that this scene serves to remind the audience that the general public's perception of Katsuki has changed.

Katsuki was undeniably heroic during the final battle, and there are a bunch of little moments that highlight how his growth is observable to all, even those who previously thought poorly of him.

But that's a conversation for another day!

[johannestevans]

Is the Homophobia Worth a New Hobby?

Rolling the dice on homophobia in nerd spaces.

Photo by lil artsy via Pexels.

Originally published in Prism & Pen. Also available on Patreon.

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I went to a board-game evening last night with my boyfriend Lewis, who’s nonbinary and uses he/they pronouns. Frequently, people assume they’re cisgender, especially because he’s fat and has a gorgeous, thick beard.

I’m a gay trans man, I only use he/him pronouns, and I’m at a point in my transition now where I almost never get clocked as transgender even by other trans people — a lot of the time other trans people don’t even realise I’m trans too unless I say it explicitly or take my shirt off and they can see my tits.

I occasionally joke that the time I really knew I was passing as a man was when other comics in stand-up comedy spaces started making homophobic jokes about me instead of misogynistic ones, joking that they didn’t want to bend over in front of me, or similar.

But just because they don’t know I’m transgender doesn’t mean they don’t know I’m gay.

I’ve written before about my nuanced experiences of gender-based interaction as a gay man who’s perceived unequivocally as gay and effeminate in every situation I’m in, even at a distance, and how this translates to cis women feeling more comfortable with and safer with me than they might if they perceived me as heterosexual.

Gay men often seek out employment in areas that are perceived as being “for women” or stereotypical women’s jobs — nursing is a stereotypical career for queer men, and much of the time, queer men will fall into step with women in retail, hospitality, and other customer service positions, especially if they’re very obviously queer from a distance.

Why?

Because homophobia is hostile to us in every environment.

People will often wonder why queer men will take up stereotypical “women’s jobs” when being men in those positions make them stand out more because there aren’t other men around. Won’t they be opening themselves up to more homophobia by being such a visible queer man among a staff of mostly other women?

And what those people are missing is how like… queer men among women in service positions will absolutely be treated with homophobia, but because they’re alongside women who are going to be treated misogynistically by many customers at a bare minimum, they will be amongst friends.

Even in more traditionally “masculine” careers and environments, queer men might gravitate towards socialising with the women in the space rather than other men who are cishet or just less visibly queer, because it’s safer as a queer man to be amongst those women than to be amongst the men — who might be violent, who might be hostile or rude, or might just treat him as invisible.

People often treat male nurses and midwives, male nannies and primary school teachers, male receptionists and personal assistants as jokes. They might think of them as stereotypically gay and effete, limp-wristed, “sassy.” I know a lot of those gays. They’re my friends and lovers and ex-coworkers.

I’ve worked alongside them. They’re absolutely real.

But what people mix up is the cause and effect of why those men are in those positions. They don’t become sassy and obviously gay because they took a receptionist job. They went for those jobs — and might excel in those jobs because — being hired elsewhere might be harder, and specifically, surviving elsewhere might be harder.

Because it’s not just about getting hired, it’s about getting to do your day-to-day duties, about going for promotions, about how comfortable customers or patients or parents or students are dealing with you.

And while, sure, they might treat you with homophobia in mind, or say homophobic shit to you — because the positions are stereotypical women’s jobs and you as an effete gay man are treated by much of society as woman-lite or basically a woman (“Except you’re technically a man… I guess.”) the idea that you belong in that position is natural.

These are the caring professions, the service professions.

People like women to be in those positions because they’re “more caring” or because they’re “good communicators” — and because they’re expected to constantly smile and be friendly and bubbly and pretty, and to do what they’re told and to say “the customer is always right” and make you feel good even as you treat them disrespectfully.

People are often more comfortable treating a woman like that than they are a straight man, because to do that to a straight man would be emasculating. It would be an insult to his manhood to treat him like that.

What are you insulting with a gay man, when we don’t have the same manhood to insult in the first place? What are you emasculating, when he emasculates himself with his very existence?

Some queer men I know go up the expected men’s path of advancement in their careers, while others are much more in the expected women’s ones. These men get treated in the same way their female colleagues are and impacted by a similar glass ceiling.

It’s not to say gay men can’t benefit from and leverage misogyny against female coworkers in the workplace, any more than women can’t benefit from and leverage homophobia against their queer male coworkers, depending on the dynamics of a particular workplace and the intersections of marginalisation at play — particularly given that I’m only discussing here the intersections of misogyny and homophobia. I’m not even getting into racism and particularly anti-Blackness, ableism, ageism, fatphobia, or any other form of bigotry that influences the power dynamics and marginalised experiences present in any given workplace.

The thing about workplaces is that we often enter them because we have to. We have to navigate different forms of bigotry or marginalisation, slot ourselves into wherever we can safely fit, or at least fit as safely as possible, because ultimately, we need to earn a wage.

We can’t just pick and choose and wait until we can find employment with people who don’t or wouldn’t leverage institutional power over us, or find a mythical workplace that’s untouched by bigotry or capitalism and the desire by bosses, not to mention society, to exploit their workers.

We do our best to fit ourselves into whatever career track or employment position will allow us best to survive and support ourselves, because we need to earn money to live — to pay rent, to feed and clothe ourselves, to support ourselves.

What about hobbies?

What about things that we’re doing ostensibly for fun? Is it worth it then? Any woman can tell you that navigating nerd spaces can be excruciating.

Frequently, women and people perceived as women are presumed to be ignorant of anything around them in such spaces. They’re guessed to be the wives or girlfriends of men in attendance. Simple concepts might continuously be explained to them when they’re veterans of whatever the hobby is.

They’re treated as romantic or sexual prospects of any man who lays eyes on them, with a refusal to allow them to just play and exist in the space without being sexually objectified.

In the event they do show their knowledge or expertise, insecure men might respond by quizzing them and putting them to test after test, or by furiously disagreeing with any mild critique or opinion they share.

And again, I’m only talking about misogyny here — if that woman is Black, or queer, or trans, or all three?

White cishet dudes will froth at the mouth to demand why she thinks she’s allowed to be there, why she thinks she can be comfortable or can enjoy the same things they do, or speak on them with any entitlement or expertise.

Many white cishet dudes in nerd spaces effectively believe that nerd spaces — sci-fi and fantasy literature and entertainment, board games, video games, computing and tech spaces, coding, comic books, etc — were invented by and for men like them. They respond to any kind of diversity of identity or experience in the space as if it’s an invading threat.

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Particularly because many of them have experiences of being emasculated or bullied for not measuring up to mainstream standards of straight masculinity — because they’re disabled or chronically ill, because they’re autistic, or simply because they “look” and came off as nerdy or geeky since they were young, and were never able to navigate “popular” spaces — they take on a very competitive mindset with the other men within the space. A lot of these spaces can be horrifically toxic, with these men putting each other down, wallowing in their loneliness whilst gloating over men who are more lonely or more pathetic or uglier or nerdier than they are.

They don’t want solidarity with each other in most instances — until a woman walks into the room.

They use and have internalised deeply misogynistic ideologies, often thinking of women as prizes to be won, or beautiful trophies, or in general as people who experience emotions — especially loneliness or isolation — in “shallower” or less real ways than they do themselves as men.

Subsequently, they respond to the presence of women in their spaces as a potential threat and/or as potential reward for one of them.

Nerdy guys of this calibre are often very attached to their identity as a societal outsider, and by their own definition of societal outsider (based in faulty assumption and self-obsession) women can’t experience this sort of social isolation. Women are therefore treated as invaders in the space.

Visibly or obviously queer men are not treated in precisely the same way, but in many social environments, because of the ways in which effeminate queer men are socially sorted into a woman category by homophobes, we’re often treated in ways that effectively mirror expressions of misogyny.

I have a stand-up bit about how many cishet people effectively project their expected male-female dynamic of a heterosexual relationship onto a gay couple, where you can see them doing the maths in their head:

Oh, that one rides a motorbike and has short hair, so she must be the husband, and the other one wears dresses and paints her nails, so she must be the wife. But wait, the wife has a high-powered law career and the one with short hair is a stay-at-home mother! Maybe the lawyer is the husband and the mom is the wife! But wait! The lawyer was the one who carried the baby, and the stay-at-home mom is trans! But wait!

And so on.

Straight people are so obsessed with their gender binary that they’ll tell you something like “Dogs are boys and cats are girls,” to the extent that if you’re like, “What? Why?” they’ll say something like, “You know, because dogs are goofy but cats are sexy,” and they’ll treat that shit as completely normal rather than moderately deranged. They’ll act like you’re the odd one for saying how ridiculous that is, because it’s so ingrained in their world view.

So of course, meeting a couple formed of two men or two women (or two people they assume are two men or two women), they’ll naturally project the same gender binary onto them.

I like board games, right?

That’s not true.

I love board games. I’ve been obsessed with them since I was a child. I own dozens of them, and I’m only starting to get more into the hobby as an adult in the past few years, attending board-game nights here and there. I used to have a lot more social anxiety, and I tend to get quite overwhelmed in unfamiliar environments with large groups of people where I’m also learning new skills, so it’s taken me awhile to feel more confident about going to boardgames events — but I’ve pretty much always attended queer ones.

There are multiple queer board and tabletop game nights in the Bristol and Bath area. There’s one or two in Cardiff; there’s a regular running one in Galway; of course, there’s several across the Leeds and Bradford area.

Last night we went to a local board-game night — just a general meet-up. I liked the look of it because it seemed to have an older age cohort than many of the queer ones I’ve gone to, and a good mix of people.

Lewis and I walk in: they’re drinking a pint of cider, I’m drinking a double of Bailey’s on the rocks. They’re wearing an open striped shirt over a t-shirt and a pair of shorts; I’m wearing some blue trousers with a ruffled blouse and an open waistcoat. They have a thick gingery-brown beard; I have thick sideburns and a moustache.

Of course, I also wear eyeliner. He’s fat, I’m thin, and while we both have similar mannerisms — we hold our hands delicately, we both tend to sway our hips somewhat when we walk with a slight sashay, we both gesticulate and express ourselves with our hands — because of the way that people tend to desexualise fat people and particularly those they perceive as fat men, cishet men often treat Lewis slightly differently than they do fellow cishet men, even just assuming they’re a cis gay man.

We often notice and talk about the fact that when Lewis walks in somewhere on their own, people read him as gay, and that’s coloured and influenced by their fatphobia, where they just assume that fat men don’t fuck, but because of a combination of his fatness and his queerness leading people to assume a level of emasculation, they guess that a lot of people assume they’re a bottom.

Until I’m standing next to them and it’s clear we’re a couple — the assumption is that because I’m thinner and because I’m more pretty than Lewis’ handsome, I’m the bottom, and if we’re split into a cishet’s vision of a man and woman, that makes me the woman.

We put our drinks down as I take out the two games we brought with us and a man comes over — tall, white, cis and straight, in his 50s. He’s friendly!

To Lewis.

I was the one that RSVPed to the event, my name was on the attending list, and they were just marked on the list as a +1. I was the one that looked for the event and brought it to them for us to go.

He asks both of us our names, but when asking us about games, he directs most of his questions to Lewis; his body is angled toward Lewis’ conversation; he looks at Lewis about 70 or 80% more than he looks at me, even though I’m leading much more of the conversation.

It’s not that Lewis doesn’t like board games, of course he does! He attends regular queer board-game nights, they enjoy different kinds of board games, but they remarked that what stood out to them about the conversations of the night is that men kept asking them about the different games, and he didn’t know any of the terminology — deckbuilders or worker-placement games, co-operative versus area control games — and wasn’t as familiar with the stalwarts in each genre.

Whereas, I was and was just ignored. Lewis likes board games the way a normal person likes board games — he likes to play different ones, he enjoys them as a method of socialising with others and meeting and engaging with new people.

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I’m a bit of a freak about board games. I own dozens of them, I browse forum entries and read reviews of board games, I’d play board games solo — they’re an area of special interest for me.

The man who walked over asked if anyone was interested in a particular game, and I put up my hand and said I was super interested in playing In The Year of the Dragon (which I very much enjoyed and was absolutely into). Even playing the game, he described a lot of it initially to Lewis and the other guy playing with us and made far less eye contact with me, talked less directly to me, but also in general acted as if I was less interested and invested in the game than anyone else at the table, despite the fact that I was the first volunteer for it.

It’s the sort of thing that’s so blatant when you experience it, and yet if I’d called it out at the time, I would have been treated as being very unreasonable, if not insane. A lot of the time, when cishet men treat women and effeminate men like this (as abled people with disabled people; as white people with POC and esp Black and dark-skinned people; the list goes on and on) they’re often not entirely conscious that they’re doing it.

There have been numerous studies into gendered interactions in different environments, how much men interrupt women versus the reverse, how a minority of women are perceived as making a more significant amount of the group because of how they’re treated as tokens. If you just speak with people anecdotally, some will absolutely relate similar experiences.

Some people will become angry and upset when you point this out, and say that it’s actually the fault of the people being ignored or spoken over, because they’re not being big or loud enough, or angry enough that it’s happening to them.

Except, if you get angry about it, you go from being the woman or gay man being treated as a non-entity to being the woman or gay man treated as an irrational hysteric, imagining mistreatment where none is happening.

As the game went on, and each of us made mistakes or showed that we were learning the game, the attitude toward me at the table did change a bit, especially because Lewis and I answered a lot of questions together, and we do, as a lot of couples do, add to each other’s answers or remind each other of things mid-discussion.

And then, another man came over to the table, because he was obviously a regular at these events, and had never seen Lewis before. He asked Lewis if they were enjoying this game, what sort of games they liked.

He didn’t even look at me, let alone direct any of his questions toward me, even though Lewis looked to me multiple times when they couldn’t remember particular games they’d liked, or wasn’t certain what kind or genre of games they fit into. I actually answered the question of what games I favoured even though he hadn’t asked, and he sort of nodded awkwardly as he left.

I shouldn’t be entirely offended — the thing about nerd spaces (as with many other cishet-male dominated spaces) is that conversation like this isn’t necessarily approached with a view to making new friends or social connections.

A lot of these guys just want to measure each other up so that they know where they stand in the pecking order, which other men are potential threats to their masculinity or to their standing in the pack — will they be better than him at his favourite games? Will they embarrass him by making him look bad, either by being better at certain strategies, or by knowing more than he does about his favourite subjects and specialist fields? Will they out-man him, in short?

I felt horrible after last night even though I genuinely enjoyed the actual game, because the thing is, like…

When someone turns around and calls you a faggot, or even when they make catty little comments about your sexuality, at least you know they know you’re there.

When you’re treated as functionally invisible, an extension of someone else’s humanity, and given the “girlfriend treatment” — whether because you’re actually a woman, because you’re perceived as a woman, or because you’re treated as woman-adjacent because of some element of your personhood that means you’re also deserving of misogyny— it’s maddening, and it’s sickening.

There’s no easy way to actually fight against it, most of all because it’s so thoughtless, and so easily denied as accidental or inconsequential.

One thing I’m very lucky for is that Lewis does know what that experience is like and clocked it and noticed it and why it was happening from the get-go, whereas I know a lot of women dating men particularly have difficulty not just relating that experience but describing it to an uncaring or oblivious partner. I think there’s something really unpleasant particularly about being in their position, because I’ve felt something similar, where you go to an event with someone similarly or differently marginalised to you, and you’re more keyed into what’s happening, but also like…

There’s a sense that you’re being afforded humanity effectively because your partner or the friends you’ve come with is being afforded less. You’re expected to be complicit or fully engage in their manufactured invisibility so that you can enjoy some conditional privilege.

Lewis didn’t, of course. Repeatedly, he would redirect some questions to me or turn and make a show of asking me. It was just ignored to a large extent, but it’s still shitty to be put in that position with the assumption that you wouldn’t want to do so.

We discussed it, afterwards.

If he’d gone alone, would they have shown the same amount of interest in him, or would they have treated him as they did me, without a faggier gay guy next to him to compare and contrast them with? If I’d gone alone, would they have been forced to extend more interest to me as a person, because there’s no partner to assume I’m the “girlfriend” of?

If we’d gone with a bunch of other queer people in tow, outnumbering them, how would it have been different?

How would it have been different if we’d been at a table with some of the women, or at a table where women were the majority? Middle-aged cishet women have their own homophobia, naturally, but it wouldn’t have been quite like this.

There weren’t any visibly queer men there, but what if we’d sat down with some of the lesbians?

I like board games a lot, and I really like talking and interacting with different groups of people, and especially as someone who writes in the SFF genre and regularly attends sci-fi and fantasy events and conventions, I’m familiar with this unsubtle and subtle homophobia, being snubbed or ignored by other men whether they notice they’re doing it or not, but it’s like…

How much do I actually like board games? How much am I willing to weather to establish my personality in certain spaces and to be afforded some humanity? How many times do I go back until I’m seen as a person — as a full person at that?

It’s just shitty, having to weigh up those calculations when all you want to do is sit down, roll your dice, and have a good time. At least I do have queer-run events to avail myself of, and I do know that I rarely if ever experience this attitude as a queer man at them, but they’re neither as often nor as local as other board-game groups.

Like I said, it’s one thing weighing up these things for somewhere you have to be — navigating a workplace, navigating healthcare, etc, but when it’s something you do ostensibly for fun?

It’s not quite as fun when you have to put in a twelve-step strategy just to be seen as a human being.

[mattsdae]

so mean

// matt stone x fem reader , mean dom!matt , degradation , verbal humiliation , man handling , generally rough sex , dacryphilia , cunnilingus , vaginal intercourse , fingering , cum eating (kinda?)

nsfw under tab

matt has a special ability that isn’t too impressive. if anything, it turns most people away from him and he understands why. telling someone your talented at being an asshole isn’t the best look. he isn’t always a dick, though. he’s actually really respectful to people, but whenever they turn their back, it’s free game.

you always liked that about him. it was funny seeing him go from sweet and respectful to rude and down right mean as soon as they get out of ear shot. sometimes you’d hit him on the arm or tell him to shut up, but you always laughed. he loved making you laugh, especially at other peoples expense.

sometimes you wondered if he talked about you before in the same manner. most people would be insecure about the idea, but you found it strangely attractive. he was mean and you liked it, even if it would be directed at you.

“matt? matt stone?” a man came up. matt paused and nodded. people didn’t stop him often, but when they did, he was always sweet and respectful. even when they’d turn their backs, he didn’t say much. he only liked talking shit about people he felt deserved it.

“dude, it’s such an honor!” he grinned and held out his hand. matt shook it and nodded.

“nice to meet you,” matt responded. you knew how much he hated being hyped up. it was sweet at first but people often went a little too far with their praise, sometimes bombarding him with compliments on the show. he was a normal dude, so hearing strangers praise his work was a hit jarring, even after being in the business for such a long time.

“oh my god, do you think you can do me a huge favor?” and there it was, the final nail in the coffin. you already knew what was coming. matt nodded awkwardly as he pulled out a thick pile of papers with a show title on the front. you looked away to hide your smile. “do you think you can read this over and tell me if it’s any good? i really want to pitch this to comedy central and i just wanna know if it has any potential.”

“uh, yeah, sure,” matt looked visibly uncomfortable, but people like this were never socially aware. the man quickly pulled out a pen and wrote his phone number on the front.

“just gimme a call when you read it! thank you so much! and put in a good word for me, will you?” matt nodded as the guy walked off. you held your hand over your mouth.

“this motherfucker really said put in a good word for me,” matt finally started. you bursted out laughing.

“i was trying so hard not to laugh,” you said though giggles. he shook his head and started walking.

“it’s almost admirable how dense that dude is. i mean, does he know how many of these i get?” you shook your head. “think about it, how many scripts have i read that’s been given to me by fans,” he airquoted. he knew people who truly enjoyed the show would never do something like this.

“none-“

“fucking goose egg,” he interrupted. you laughed again as you started heading into the restaurant matt’s been talking about. “you see me with my girl, obviously dressed up for a date, and you think it’s a good time to give me a shitty ass script?”

he laughed as he went up to the host stand, giving the name for the reservation and asking her to throw away the script. you chuckled again as you were seated.

“sometimes, i feel like i can be too much of an asshole, but shit like that makes me feel like i’m too nice to people.” you nodded as you glanced over the menu.

“you are an asshole, but you get away with it ‘cause you only talk shit to me,” you chuckled. he shrugged as the waitress came up and asked for your drink order.

“i hate being rude, but i can’t not talk shit about people like that! they act like i fuckin’ own the place,” he laughed after she left. he shook his head. “knowing my luck, i’ll tell someone to fuck off and they’ll go to tmz.”

“since when did you care about tmz?” you laughed.

“i don’t! but i don’t need random people speculating about my personality! anyone would get pissed off over constantly being given stupid script after stupid script. and to ask me to put in a good word to?!” you laughed.

“you’re still stuck on that?” you ask as the waitress put down the drinks.

“of coarse i am!” he said before ordering for you and him. “what good word would i put in? oh, this guy that randomly walked up to me in the street and harassed me into reading his script actually has a good pilot! you should make this into a show, mr.comedy central! fucking pathetic.”

you laughed along, but the last sentence made your chest flutter. even though most of what he said was true and not exactly mean, you still found yourself getting a little wet at the way he spoke.

“one day, i’m gonna have to actually take someones script and call them a few days later and just tear into it. tell them how unfunny the jokes are, how unnatural the dialogue is, or just tell them it’s shit and to never make another person be forced to shit through 20 pages of garbage.”

“that’s so mean!” you respond with a smile. “you’re gonna make them cry, matt.”

“good. maybe they’ll stop being a lowlife and leave LA instead of taking up space.” you rolled your eyes with a smile. he moved on after that statement, instead focusing on you and how your day was. the food was good, the conversations were better and by the time you got home, you were all over eachother.

“matt,” you pulled away. he had you pinned against the front door within seconds of getting into the house and he instantly went in for a messy and desperate makeout session. “you know how you’re an asshole?”

“i guess,” he chuckled. you looked away and let your hands run up his chest.

“do you think you can do that to me?” you look up and smile. he looked away with a smirk before finally returning to your gaze.

“you sure about that, sweetheart? i don’t wanna make you cry,” he teased and leaned closer, keeping eye contact as he tilted his head. “why? do you want me to.”

you nodded quickly as he started kissing your neck, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you closer. you moaned as his hands explored your chest and waist. he smiled against your skin.

“you gotta tell me if i’m going too far.. you know how i can get,” he said and glanced up towards your face, seeing your head fallen back and mouth agape. “talk to me, princess.”

“okay, i’ll tell you,” you responded, feeling your stomach warm up at the sterness in his voice. he nodded and kissed you on the neck gently.

“good girl. go to the bedroom and get ready. i’ll be up there in five,” he said and pulled away, smiling at your reddened face. “and if you’re not ready by the time i’m up there..”

he trailed off, looking you up and down like a piece of meat. you nodded and scampered off to the room, blushing harder when you heard him chuckle behind you. once the door shut, you immedietly started pulling off your clothes and throwing them to the corner.

you knew this would end like every date night, so you already had your pretty stuff on. he always gawked over you when you wore pink, so the pink bralette and panty set was an obvious choice. after going to the bathroom and touching up your makeup, you got back in the bed and kneeled.

waiting was possibly the worst part. the time between getting ready and him walking through the door always invited insecure thoughts. it sucked, but as soon as he enters the room, it always disappaited. you smiled when he opened the door, still dressed in his slacks and button up. it all fit him perfectly.

“aw.. i see what you’re doing,” he said. you felt your stomach tense. his voice was more gravely than normal and he sounded like a movie villian. “you trying to look all cute so i’ll be nicer to you?”

“no, i just-“

“did i tell you to talk?” he cut you off and glared. you shut your mouth and swallowed, shying away from him. his dress shoes clicked against the hardwood before entering the bedroom. for once, you felt truly intimidated by him. “why do you look scared? i thought you asked for this.”

he stood over you, head held high. you looked down and jumped when he grabbed your jaw, making you look back up. he leaned down, his face right next to yours.

“is this okay?” he said gently, completely opposing his original tone. you nodded. “use your words.”

“yes, it’s okay.” he nodded and leaned back. he looked over you, making you feel the need to cover up. like a predator looking at its prey, he seemingly drooled at the thought of destroying you.

“you look so pretty. touched up your makeup too, hm?” he said as he ran his finger along your jaw, glancing at your lips. “too bad it’s gonna get ruined. go ahead and get on your knees in front of me.”

he stepped back and smirked as you immedietly followed. you looked up at him again, now feeling even smaller than before. he crouched down and untied your hair, letting it down before twirling it with his finger. looking up at him was intimidating enough, but now that you two were eye to eye, you felt like you were gonna cry.

he looked at your lips for a moment before his hand found its way to your jaw, rubbing his thumb on your lower lip. you looked at him as he made you pout. he smiled.

“you are just too cute,” he said before tapping your lip. “open up.” you did and his slid his thumb past your bottom teeth and let your lips close around it. you kept eye contact as you sucked.

you knew matt, arguably better than anyone else, but the look in his eye was something you’ve never seen before. his gaze was piercing, almost daring you to disobey. he didn’t say what he’d do if you weren’t ready in time, but the look in his eye made you question if you wanted to find out.

“you wanna suck me off?” you nod, his finger still pressed against your tongue. “go ahead and ask.”

you looked at him, confused. he rose his eyebrow at you before rolling his eyes and standing, combing his fingers through your hair. you gasped when he gripped onto a chunk and pulled your head back.

“am i gonna have to spell everything out for you?” he said. your stomach flipped. “go ahead and ask if you can suck me off.”

he glared, arms crossed and everything. your lip trembled as you looked down. your hands formed into fists. you still felt his eyes on you as you tried to speak. a tiny whimper came out when he hooked his finger under your jaw and made you look up again.

“can i.. please?” you ask, embarassed to actually say it. he tsked and shook his head.

“you’re gonna have to try harder than that, baby.” you swallowed and blinked, letting a tear fall. he smiled. “aww, are you really crying? come on, you can’t even take a little teasing?”

you wiped your face and sniffled. you heard him laugh above you as you tried to speak again, stuttering through your words.

“wow.. can’t even speak clearly. it’s gonna be a long night if you can’t follow these simple orders.” he tilted his head again and smiled, teasing. you whimpered and looked up at him. he leaned forward a bit and cupped his ear.

“can i please suck your cock?” you asked. he smirked and stood straight again, rolling his shoulders as he unzipped his pants.

“good girl,” he said. even though you were eye to eye with it, you were still a bit suprised by how hard he was.

you knew he was good at being mean, but you didn’t expect him to enjoy it this much. he wasn’t exactly kinky, always just going along with what you wanted. it was a nice change of pace, though. you leaned towards him, only to be pulled back by your hair. you looked up, teary eyed again.

“i’m taking the lead, remember? just open your mouth and let me do the work.” you nodded and parted your lips, almost instantly gagging as he forced himself down your throat. you pulled back and coughed while he laughed. “okay, okay, i’ll be gentle. just wanted to see what you’d do.”

you glared at him and he mouthed sorry before tapping the head on your lip. you opened again and he took hold of your hair, guiding you forward. other than the rough start, he was still pretty tender, refusing to let you sink too far. you pulled off.

“matt, please-“

“you got mad about gagging just a second ago. just wanna make sure you don’t choke again,” he smiled. you whimpered as he guided you again, slowly pushing you lower. “you think you can get it all?”

you nod as he slowly pushes you further and further down, grinning as tears welled up in your eyes. eventually, your nose met his naval and you swallowed around him, making him moan. he pulled you off roughly and made you stand.

“go lay down,” he said and pointed. you nodded and went to the bed, laying on your back. he slipped off his shoes before climbing in after you.

“you aren’t gonna get undressed?” you asked. he looked back, confused.

“why would i?” he said as if it was a stupid question. you nodded as he kissed down your neck, slowly slipping off each strap of the bralette.

“i just thought-“

“did i give you permission to talk?”

you shut your mouth and he went back to touching, running his fingers over the lacy fabric of your bralette.

“you know, i thought you’d be better than this,” he studied your face, making sure he didn’t hurt your feelings before saying more. “you can barely follow orders, you always talk.. can’t even listen properly.”

you nodded along, whimpering as he exposed your breasts and let his fingers trail lower as he kissed down towards your nipple. he licked over the bud in the stripe, smiling as you shivered. his hand slid underneath your panties as found your clit, circling it slowly.

“i didn’t think you could get so wet,” he said as he plunged his fingers inside you, making your back arch. “it’s okay, baby. i know you like getting treated like dirt, no need to be ashamed.”

you squirmed as he kissed lower and lower, eventually reaching your hip. he used his free hand to pull down your panties and discard them. he looked up at you. even at a stereotypically submissive position, he still looked just as dominant as before.

“i think it’s cute. getting wet every time i shit talk must be torture. do you think about it often? me treating you like nothing more than a play thing? a pathetic mess i can touch whenever i want.” the words slipped out like nothing as he fingered you, curling them into your g-spot. his kissed moved from your hip to your thigh, biting and licking along the skin.

“matt, please,” you whimper, squirming. he glanced up at you and tilted his head.

“what? you want me to fuck you?” he asked. you nodded.

“i’m not gonna ask you to say it ‘cause your last attempt was a little pathetic. don’t want to set you up for failure, you know?” he chuckled as his mouth made its way to your clit. you gasped as he fucked you with his fingers and flicked his tongue. your hand reached down, grabbing onto his hair. he moaned, causing you to shudder.

he loved eating pussy. if he could list it as a hobby without being weird, he would. from all the practice he got from constantly giving you oral, he became pretty good at making you cum. it got to the point that he was seemingly too good, making you feel close to orgasm within the minute at times.

“i’m gonna cum, please,” you moan. he pulled away as you said it, chuckling as your hips bucks and you whined loudly.

“relax. i’m gonna let you, just not right now,” he said with a cocky smirk. “who knows, maybe we’ll do this a couple more time..”

“no, matt, please. just fuck me already?” you begged. he leaned back on his knees, thinking.

“you’re gonna have to ask a little nicer than that if you want me to listen,” he teased. his thumb circled around your clit, just close enough to feel, but not satisfy. you rolled your eyes.

“can you please have sex with me?” you said sarcastically. you covered your mouth as you said it, freezing up when you felt his hand pull away. your eyes shut, almost scared to see the look on his face. you whimpered as he grabbed your jaw roughly, squeezing.

“you really got an attitude problem, huh?” he nearly growled into your ear. your hands grabbed his wrist, whimpering. “are you gonna knock it off or will i have to teach you a lesson about respect?”

“n-no, sir, i’ll stop.” you looked up at him with teary eyes. you could see the frustration in his eyes from the disrespect. normally, he’d laugh with your jokes, but now he saw it as pure disobedience.

he let go, pushing your head back into the pillow. you rubbed your chin as he pulled away, pumping his cock a few times before lifting your hips and positioning yourself.

“if you cum, i’m gonna punish you. understood?” he said in a low tone. you nodded, not trusting your vocal cords enough to make a proper response. he lined himself up and plunged inside you.

“fuck!” you yelp, arching your back. he held your hips against his, gripping hard as he started attacking your neck again like a wild animal. he was still for a few seconds as you adjusted, but quickly picked up a brutal pace. you almost couldn’t make any noise, all the moans getting stuck in your throat as he fucked you without any regard.

he pulled away from your neck and glanced down, putting a hand against your stomach and chuckling. you whimper as he presses down, feeling himself inside you. you couldn’t pull away if you wanted to, only able to twitch every few seconds as he gripped harder and harder, holding you exactly where he wanted.

“does that feel nice? knowing i’m the only one that can make you feel so good you can’t even speak? what’s your name, baby?” he leaned close, listening, but all that came out were choked moans and whimpers. “that’s what i thought.”

“please, please, i’m so close-“

“i already told you no.”

“just- please, matt.”

“what did you call me?” he asked with a particularly hard thrust for emphasis. you whimper.

“s-sir,” you respond. his chuckle makes your skin tingle as he fucked you, almost like he had this pent up for years. he pressed against your stomach harder, moaning as he felt himself. you cried out.

“fuck, i’m close,” he moaned against your shoulder before biting down. you sob as he does so, squirming under him. you throbbed around him, desperate for release. he knew you couldn’t hold off much longer, but that was the fun of it.

“i’m gonna.. please,” you cried.

“if you hold off until i’m done, i’ll make you cum, promise.” you nod, still whimpering. he bit down harder as his hips started to stutter and he pulled out, cumming all over your pussy and stomach. he moaned as he pumped out the last few ropes.

“matt..” you whine. he lets go of your shoulder, licking over the teeth marks before looking down at the sight. he chuckled and went back down, licking up his own cum as he went down.

“you wanna cum? you think you can beg for it?” he asked as he licked everything up, ignoring your throbbing core.

“i-i can’t. please, i’m so fucking desperate i can’t even think right, fuck,” you confess. he chuckled and licked over your slit, smiling as you shuddered and nearly came just from that.

“you’re a quick learner, huh,” he joked before finger fucking you again and suckling on your clit, his tongue swirling. you sobbed as you clinched around him, your back arching as you moaned louder and louder, heat bubbling in your belly.

“fuck!” you squeal as you came. his fingers curled as he passaged your g-spot, pushing every ounce you had out of you. you sobbed, covering your face as he pulled away, swiping his thumb over your clit. you shuddered and squirmed.

he looked down at you, smiling at his work. you were absolutely wrecked, bite marks littering your shoulders and red dots along your hip from where his fingers dug into you. he slowly ran his hand up and down your thigh as you caught your breath.

“was that mean enough for you?” he asked. you nod, unable to form a proper response. “i wasn’t too rough, was i?”

“nahhh,” you say. he chuckled. “why didn’t you take off your clothes?”

“‘cause i thought it was hot. you being fully exposed but you don’t even get to see me shirtless.” he slid to the edge of the bed, slipping off his slacks and unbuttoning his shirt as he looking through the dresser for something to sleep in.

“it was kinda hot..” you mumble. he chuckled and pulled on a shirt before sitting beside you on the bed.

“you need help getting cleaned up? i don’t think my tongue did too good of a job.”

“yes, please..”

[p1nkc4lyps0]

As someone who doesn't know much about classical painting I'm sooo curious about the thought process behind the sifloop drawing, please tell me about it if you're willing to share

Hi! I'm gonna be real it's not too deep (I think), but I will explain!

So the painting referenced is Dante and Virgil by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, and this is what the full version looks like

It's a reference to Dante's Divine Comedy where the poet Dante gets brought through the 9 circles of hell by one of his own favourite poets: Virgil. But Dante and Virgil aren't the people fighting, though! They're in the back watching on while the men fighting are only described as damned souls, with one being an alchemist and heretic called Capocchio.

In this part of the painting, though (often cropped down to its own painting), you can better see the posing, which is where the main influences come in.

Mainly, it's that one of the men is biting the other's throat and Loop. Can't. Do. That. But GOD would they love to, especially shown as in the Loop fight they talk about cannibalising Siffrin and the waking up from a loop message of "you dream of eating your friends whole" in Siffrin's decent. And without the bite... it's kind of not as violent, even where in the original painting where one is clawing the flesh of the other's... Loop is just holding them. Like sure being tugged about and knee'd in the back isn't to nice either, but I don't think Siffrin and Loop are particularly kind to one another.

I actually tried making Siffrin slightly limp, like if I were to pin this in the timeline, it's act 4 at the earliest, Siffrin is MISERABLE. You can only really see them being actually limp in their arm, and their expression is kind of dazed.

Siffrin's neutrality towards all of this at least makes this more of a "Loop very rudely telling him to get their shit together" rather than "Loop beating the shit out of Siffren" I was actually going to make there be a few brightly coloured tears dripping down Siffrin's back to make it almost mournful, like they don't want him ending up like them when he got so close.

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[doubledyke]

I think Edd is really a Gary Sue. He is smart in every area except sports; He is shown as almost right-wing all the time in the cartoon; He is the most loved in a cartoon among female; Super smart, clean, too mature for his age, compared to Ditz Ed and the very imperfect Eddy, he really is Gary Sue fur. I'm not his hater, but the creators went too far with how perfect and holy Double D is...

i'm cracking up at edd being described as "right-wing". i'm not exactly sure what you mean by that except that maybe he's conservative in some ways? which yeah he does have the vibe of someone who was raised by their grandparents lmfao. he's way too smart to be truly right-wing though - he recycles for christ's sake!! side note just to say that older edd in my mind is such a fucking woke-pilled leftist. anyway.

i think he's really only a gary stu (i just learned this term like yesterday and i'm obsessed) if you make him one, yknow? cuz he's flawed just like the other characters and it's not like he hides it very well either. you kinda have to go out of your way to ignore his less attractive attributes. i don't think the writers set out with the intention of creating a perfect character by any means. cuz he does have weaknesses and he's not good at everything. just almost everything. the show doesn't shy away from acknowledging that he's annoying and smug bc there's comedy in bringing him down a few pegs. and in the fact that he's a giant weenie. and yes while he's outwardly nice, he's often catty as fuck and extremely rude, calling people "puerile imps", "idiots", "uneducated", etc.

he's certainly a fan favorite nonetheless. i frequently see people say they had a crush on edd growing up. i agree that it's mostly bc he's clean, nice, smart. i suppose he does look comparatively normal next to the other two. the show seems to acknowledge that too, that he's the "cute" one. eddy's the main character but it seems like edd was frequently the sort of "face" of the show when it came to promotional stuff. iirc, eddy lowkey freaked me out as a kid, so i get it.

[demigoddessqueens]

(1/2) Can I request a male match up for Critical Role Campaign 1 Vox Machina, Campaign 2 Mighty Nein, Castlevania, and Baldur's Gate 3 please?

Sexuality : Straight but please exclude Baldur's Gate 3 Raphael, Emperor, Cazador, Thorm, and the Withers!

My personality : I'm shy, timid, quiet & polite to strangers. With people I'm comfortable with, I'm loud, outgoing, playful, mature, responsible, motherly(to naughty friends), childlike(to mature friends/family) and sarcastic (unintentionally).

I'm kinda tomboyish as I wear over-sized t-shirts, baggy pants, sneakers but don't play sports or video games. I'm a slow learner, not smart, not strong, and not talented. It's pretty normal that even my loved ones would be frustrated with me when I can't understand what they want me to do.I'm pretty dense, straightforward, oblivious, and naive too.

I get confused or misunderstand what people meant easily so it's best if you tell me straight to my face so I can't be mistaken. I'm also touch starved as I love giving & receiving affection but I only can hug one person and even then, I do my best to not overdo it because I can be overly touchy if I don't hold myself back.

I'm a hopeless romantic, sensitive, clingy, forgetful, & overthink often. I work as hard as I can & try my best & be careful as I can to everything I do, as I'm pretty clumsy & makes mistakes more often than most people. I try to help my family and friends as they've helped me & cared for me dearly.

2/2) I try to communicate properly & ask for their consent first before doing anything because I misunderstood that I had their permission before. I do my best to give people the benefit of doubt but I do have my limits. I don't really get angry often that even my family & friends are surprised when it happens once in a blue moon. I don't believe in compliments I get occasionally or why my family & friends care for me because I don't see good things in myself only bad things. I'm insecure about still being a bit underweight.

Hobbies : drawing, reading manga, listening to music, fanfics especially reader inserts, and watching anime, movies, & cartoons. My favourite genre is romance but I love comedy, mystery, action, sci-fi, fantasy, and historical too! My favourite music genre is pop, but I also love ballads, & alternative rock!

Likes : music, fanfiction, manga, anime, cartoons, books (If I find it interesting), family, friends, potato chips, chocolate, cakes, bread, anyone who is kind, patient, supportive, helpful, tries at least, trustworthy, responsible, fair in general, respectful, flexible, honest, open-minded, humble, sincere, accepting, thoughtful, encouraging, forgiving, careful, understanding, wise, mature, cooperative, caring, etc.

Dislikes : anyone who's rude, disrespectful, doesn't listen to others, refuse to admit mistakes, blames others for their mistakes, ignores people yet demands attention from them, demanding, won't acknowledge what you said, hypocritical, biased, irresponsible, careless, disloyal, inconsiderate, insensitive, inflexible, petty, hostile, untrustworthy, immature, uncooperative, unforgiving, judgemental, narrow-minded, self-centred, unethical, self-righteous, etc. That's more but that's all I could think of.

MASTERLIST 11

Vox Machina

I pair you with….Vax

He’s your support, your listener, the one who understands what you’re going through and those sticky fingers always “gifting” you things that catch your eye. He adores the romantic side of you.

The Mighty Nein

Pair you with…Beauregard

She’s curious about what interests you and sees how you don’t take shit from anyone or anything at anytime. You stick up for her and she’s got your back too. Kisses from you on her bruised knuckles help all the same.

Bell’s Hells

You are with….Ashton

He feels protective of you, despite his denial that he’s grown more fond of you than before. The barbarian can be their most authentic self around you, all the ugly and good is at your feet, and you accept him still.

Castlevania

I pair you with.., Sypha

She recognizes how similar you and Trevor can be which can cause you to butt heads with each other but she knows you mean well. Living as a Speaker entails being well read and observant which you two find common ground on. She’ll even listen to your music, one earbud for you both

Baldur’s Gate

I pair you with….Astarion

He feels a closeness with you because he can recognize the same cycle he’s repeated for 200 years but he sees you making a difference. Bit by bit, he does too because you inspire him. Gentle touches from you make him shiver at the touch