#the encouragement we all need.................

[glorioustidalwavedefendor]

Yeah

I am starting to think maybe there should be a test befor you vote

...

Can everyoen lower their pitchforks?

Thank you

I know that in teh past this has usualyl been used to keep certain groups from voting

But

a) certain groups are now keeping themselfes from voting

b) as things are they are clearly not working anyway

c) I was thinking a really simple multiple choice test YOU ARE ALLOWED TO RETAKE AGAIN AND AGAIN immidiately until you pass

You can even use your smart phone to google the answers

Election helpers are encouraged to help people with teh answers

Because there is no cheating

It is already printed, the answers are all set in stone, all you have to do is read them and cross on teh right one

If someone tells you which teh right one is, they still have to tell it to you

-> IT STILL NEEDS TO GO THROUGH YOUR BRAIN ONCE

The goal is not to keep people out

The goal is to make people aware what they are even voting for

Like, before you are allowed to vote for the UK to leave the EU you should be able to explain in realy simple baby terms, what the fuck teh EU even is

Becasue googling it afterwarsd is a bit late ...

If a homless person votes for Trump becashe all she knows is that he says he will lower grocery prises, then that is 100% understanable

And she does not have the time to stay informed on politics

But she propabyl can on election day, sit down in a dry room and fill in a multiple choice test about what the election is even for in teh first place

Who teh candidates are

A few thinsg teh candidates have actualy done

A few things teh candidates are planing to do

Basic stuff

O.K.?

Can we stil be friends?

Cool!

the lesson I'm taking away from this election is not that the Democrats need to become more left wing or more right wing but moreso that they need to find a way to cater their rhetoric towards people who genuinly have no idea what is going on. the target audience for every speech and political appearance should be someone who doesn't know what the three branches of government are because they were drawing a Cool S during high school civics

[ftmbigbro]

(Contains: free use, dehumanisation)

Section Two, Part 1/3: How to fix a bratty tboy!

Is your tboy talking back to you? Won't he do as he is told? Don't worry, there are a few different ways to fix him! He'll be thanking you for pounding his holes again in no time! In this section we will be going over some easy recommended ways to discipline your boy.

Spanking

In part one of this section, you can read about spanking. Spanking is one of the most proven and efficient ways to punish your tboy. We recommend spanking your boy at least once a week for maintenance, even if he is generally well-behaved. Spankings can be done in front of other people for humiliation. Try inviting your friends over to watch his punishments! Maybe even to use him after! (see Section Two, Part 2/3 on Overstimulation and Continues Use for more on this). When dealing with a bratty tboy, an implement should be used. Try having the implement be something the boy interacts with in his everyday life, such as a hairbrush or a wooden spoon, that way he will be reminded to behave when he sees it. Alternatively, if you wish to use a paddle or a whip on him, try having it displayed in the house as a warning of what is to come.

Before a spanking, the tboy should always have his bottom and pussy completely bared. Don't be afraid to use force to pull his pants and underwear down if needed. If he attempts to cover his pussy with his hand, slap it away and give him a hard swat on his clit, he is your property, he should not hesitate to expose himself for you.

Now, you have several options for how to place him for his spanking. Over the knee, over the armrest of a chair or sofa or over a table are all popular and valid positions, however beware that some boys might attempt to grind their naughty little pussies against anything during the spanking. If you see this happen, turn your tboy around so that he is on his back with his legs spread and continue the spanking directly on his cunt. Other positions for spankings include standing, lying flat on the bed, bent over the bed, or kneeling on bed or sofa. Note that prioritising humiliating the boy is encouraged. Make sure his pussy is exposed and spread.

Now that the boy has been positioned, the actual spanking begins. Make sure you don't hold back. The punishment should fit the crime, of course, but don't be distracted by begging, crying or kicking. In fact, the most obedient boys will just take the punishment without making a scene, so this is a sign you should be hitting harder. Make sure both buttcheeks and the upper thighs have a nice rosey colour before you move on to spanking his cunt. Front-spankings are just as important as bottom-spankings and should be administered with the same force. His pussy will likely be dripping at the attention, this is a good sign, it shows that he is ready for use after you finish the punishment. Make sure to spank both his hole, clit and mount, as well as the soft folds. When it's swollen and red and your boy is leaking and sniffling, he should be fixed and ready to behave for you. If not, continue with the guidance of part 2 of this section.

After a spanking, it is recommended to give your tboy some time to think about his actions, either stood in a corner or standing positioned with his ass and pussy on display. However if you do wish to use him immediately after the punishment, he will likely be very obedient and his pussy will be wet and tight and ready for you to pound.

[mummascozylittlecornerr]

𝐇𝐢𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 !! 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡︎

I have recently noticed that we have a lottttt of little tips and tips of how to regress , but not a lot of cg tips :( So I decided to make a starter cg guide for anyone who’s interested or needs some tips ! If you have any other questions or suggestions please ask me or reblog this post with tips of your own ! I love you all ♡︎

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ?

☻︎In the context of age regression, a caregiver is someone who looks after a person who is regressed, or "little", while they are in "little space" . This can be a romantic partner , platonic friend and cg or an online caregiver .

☻︎Age regression is when someone reverts to a child-like state of mind, which can be a coping mechanism for mental health issues like anxiety, depression, or PTSD.

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𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐠𝐬 :

☻︎Talk with your tiny, figure out what they like/ dislike when regressed, don't be scared to ask questions and encourage them to ask questions of their own .

☻︎︎Educate yourself on regression itself, what is it? How does it show? Why does your tiny regress? One of my favourite youtubers is lia or angellimbed !

☻︎Read text posts to get a feel for how other carers interact with tiny's and let this inspire you on your own caregiver journey.

☻︎Ask carers with online accounts for tips. For example me :p

☻︎Figure out what puts you in care headspace (nicknames like dada/mama, tying your tiny's shoes etc.)

☻︎Have check ins after regression with your tiny to see if both of you felt comfy with everything.

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 : 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧,𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐧,𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲!

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𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓’𝐒 :

☻︎Laugh at them or make fun of anything they do in little space.

☻︎Take away blankets, pacis, stuffies or anycomfort items as a punishment.

☻︎Point out any flaws whatsoever.

☻︎Continue doing something that makes them feel uncomfortable .

☻︎Yell at them for regressing because you're busy/not in the mood.

☻︎Force them to do anything they don't want to do.

☻︎Ignore them as a punishment !!!

☻︎Make fun of cartoons or movies they watch when regressed.

☻︎Make them feel stupid for regressing.

☻︎Make them feel sad or bad because they didn't do what you asked them to.

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𝐖𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭�� 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞

☻︎pat their head

☻︎kiss their forehead

☻︎call them pet names (little one, prince(ess), etc.)

☻︎hold their hand

☻︎cut their food for them

☻︎fill their sippy cup for them

☻︎buckle their seatbelt

☻︎read them bedtime story

☻︎give commands/tasks

☻︎sit them on your lap

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 :

☻︎Run baths for them and add lots of bath bombs or bubble bath ( if they have sensitive skin just use the soap they wash their body with ). If they are struggling with cramps , Epsom salt in a bath is great ! And if they’re up to them bath toys is a must !

☻︎Don’t get mad at them for making a mess on their clothes/furniture. Just clean it up and make sure they're comfortable and reasure them they are not in trouble and that it’s not their fault .

☻︎Give them lots of cute snacks like pineapples and bananas.

☻︎Give them lots of cuddles and belly rubs if they are comfy with it .

☻︎Pick out comfortable clothes for them.

☻︎Make their favourite drink for them.

☻︎Try to get them in little space as much as you can so they don't think about it.

☻︎Make sure they feel wanted and loved, as their mood could change at any moment.

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲

☻︎cranky

☻︎yawns

☻︎rubbing eyes

☻︎brattier

☻︎more sensitive

☻︎babbling

☻︎non verbal

☻︎probably will regress to a younger age

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𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬:

☻︎Know that it isn't your fault if your little doesn't want to be touched or talked to at times. Give your little some space so they don't get overwhelmed / decompress . They are experiencing BIG feelings in a little body !

☻︎Know that very loud environments might be overwhelming and overstimulating for your little . A good tip is to always carry head/ear phones on you .

☻︎Make sure to bring fidget toys with you at all times .

☻︎Never shout at your little.

☻︎Patience is key!

☻︎Soft blankies are a MUST !

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𝐓𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 :

☻︎Make sure that they are in a safe environment where they do not feel threatened or unsafe if they were to regress.

☻︎Hold their hand if you can! Physical comfort can be very grouding in stressful situations .

☻︎Bring a comfort item like a chew necklace or a stuffie.

☻︎If they are uncomfortable with pacifiers in public a ring pop is a good alternative!

☻︎Before going out ask them what they want or need you to do if they regress.

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𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 :

☻︎Take a lot of pictures with your little.

☻︎Stare at your little while smiling. When they ask why, tell them they're just so beautiful.

☻︎If they feel insecure about being too needy, remind them that YOU need them.

☻︎︎Whenever they do something to make you proud, write it down somewhere they can always see it.

☻︎Don't make rules that your little can’t say negative things. Let them know they can be open about any feelings with you.

☻︎Never say anything negative to an insecure little , they will struggle to forget it.

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𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

☻︎"Its okay, I'm here."

☻︎"I'm not going to leave you."

☻︎"Everything is okay."

☻︎"I'm going to protect you."

☻︎"I believe in you."

☻︎"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

☻︎"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

☻︎"You're not going to lose me."

☻︎"I love you."

☻︎"I'll stay right here, okay?"

☻︎"Just breathe."

☻︎"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

☻︎"You're everything to me."

☻︎"I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect .

☻︎"Do you want to talk about it?"

☻︎"You don't have to be alone."

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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬

☻︎Go to the park

☻︎Go "adopt" a stuffed animal

☻︎Movie day! Any movie the little wants (within reason)

☻︎Craft day: make kid friendly crafts with your little

☻︎Shopping date: buy them the little gear they want/need

☻︎Ice cream/candy day: let them have a sundae or more candy than normal

☻︎Pajama day: let them be in their jammies all day

☻︎Zoo/Aquarium date: take them to the zoo or an aquarium to learn and have fun

☻︎Learning day: get them learning packets/books for kids their age

☻︎Snuggle day

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 ( any budget )

☻︎Stickers

☻︎Coloring books and crayons

☻︎Craft supplies (glitter, beads, yarn, etc.)

☻︎Story books

☻︎Nail polish

☻︎Lip gloss

☻︎Cutesy bracelets

☻︎Animal ears

☻︎Tiaras

☻︎Hair bows

☻︎Socks or tights

☻︎Tutus

☻︎Overalls

☻︎Onesies

☻︎Pajamas

☻︎Blankies and pillows

☻︎Stuffies

☻︎Candy

☻︎Markers

☻︎Letters

☻︎Bath toys

☻︎Sippie cups

☻︎Bubble bath

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𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 . 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 - 𝐌𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚 ♡︎

[midnight-bay-if]

Hey, just want you to know that I absolutely love this IF so far. I also wanted to ask how would the RO's react to an MC who's been hiding a really unhealthy coping mechanism from them? Something like an addiction or even self-harm. For the purpose of clarification let's assume they walked in on MC doing this act.

(TW; Self-Harm. I went a little deep with this... it helped heal a little something inside of me, though. I hope it's okay, and thank you.)

S: The hustle and bustle of the workday had left them impatient to return home and bask in your company. Manners momentarily set aside in their eagerness; they push open the door without forethought to knock. For once, they are grateful for their lapse in judgment when they see the blade against your skin. Their heart stutters in their chest, and they are momentarily stunned into silence. The spell breaks with the whimper that escapes your lips. Hands shaking, S storms over, blinking away tears and grasps your hand in theirs.

“Drop it.” The command is soft but assertive, the same tone they use when directing a mission; it’s a tone that demands a listening ear. You unfurl your fingers, watching as the blade clatters to the ground. You stand in shock, staring at your hand rather than the marks your hand had dealt. S feels shattered at the image.

Slowly, they reach out until the tips of their fingers glide against yours, down and down until only their hand is visible over yours. It’s enough to snap your attention to theirs. “Keep looking at me,” their voice is even softer now, no longer commanding but encouraging, “I am going to wrap these marks, and we are going to talk. Say as much or as little as you like, and I will listen. But do not ask me to leave because I cannot.”

They take great care with the bandages, treating each step with a rare gentleness. S allows you to speak as they work, hoping their divided attention will help you feel less perceived and be more open to conversation. Once all is said and done, S takes your hands once more. “I am here and asking you to lean on me. When you feel adrift, come to me, and I will be your anchor. Together, we can weather any storm.”

Rain: Rain’s eyes are set on the glint of metal against skin; their body turns stone cold. They hadn’t meant to wander in without announcing themselves, but as they grew more comfortable with you, so did their habits. It’s only now they realise there was still so much about you left to uncover. Some of it may even hurt.

Emotion takes over, and Rain does the only thing they can think to; they rush over to you, wrap their arms around your waist, pressing their cheek against your chest. If you are to hug them back, you have to drop the blade, so you do. Rain breathes a sigh of relief as your arms encompass them back, reciprocating the gesture rather than turning away from it. It was a brave thing to do.

“I don’t know the right words to say,” they whimper, clinging to you tightly. “I’m supposed to be a mediator, to know how to offer words of comfort when needed. But when it comes down to it, in moments of crisis, I turn to Selby; I always have done. So, I’m going on instinct right now.”

“You are not alone.” Their voice barely escapes through the shakiness of their breath; they just hope the words reach you. “This pain you inflict upon yourself because it feels better than… nothing; It’s not everything. It’s not eternal. It will end. The chasm in which you have isolated yourself has a door. Find it. Take the first step, and I will walk beside you the rest of the way, I promise.”

Taj: At first, the sight seems perfectly ordinary. Perhaps you did something that you felt you needed to punish yourself for. Then, they stop. Shame forces the thoughts down to the deepest dredges of their mind. Punishment is for them, not you. Their ears twitch, their tail swaying to demonstrate how their heart stirs.

Unable to stay in their sadness a moment longer, Taj storms towards you, batting the blade out of your hands. You startle, not having heard them enter, and shame fills them once more at the fear in your eyes. “Damn it, MC,” they mutter, although their chastising is aimed at themselves.

There is a long silence as they wonder how much of a wound they should open for you. How much do they dare?

Then, before they can talk themselves down, they pick up the discarded blade, shove up the sleeve of their oversized hoodie and bare their skin to your eyes: the long line of old and new scars, some white with time, others still healing, bring tears to your eyes. Taj presses the knife into your hand, guiding it to their skin without even twinging in hesitation.

“Do it to me instead. If you can do it to yourself, this should be no problem, right?”

It’s cruel. Insensitive. It’s all they know.

“If you can’t do it to me, you shouldn’t do it yourself.” Taj takes the blade once more, places it down, and then presses a warm hand to your cheek, brushing away a stray tear with their thumb. “You have no idea how much you hurt me…” The words are a whispered confession as beautiful as ‘I love you’. “We both have a lot to learn about what it means to be kind. So, let’s start now. Together.”

N: It can be difficult to ignore your moments of distress. More often than not, they hear your voice screaming in their head, a desperate call to nobody because you dare not hope someone will answer.For too long, they chose not to because they were not brave enough to believe you would be satisfied with them. They regret their indecision now.

Upon entering the room, their eyes zero in on the movement of your hand against tender skin, and they feel the moment their heart breaks. Gentle isn’t an action they take well, but they try. For you. Carefully, and without judgement, they reach out to you and pry the blade from your knuckles. The sharp edge catches their thumb, but they do not care. Better something so cruel touch them rather than you.

“If you wanted my attention, my dear, you needed only ask,” they joke, though the humour never reaches their voice, staying lost in the tension. “I do not know where you have lost yourself; there are too many places to hide in that head of yours. But let me in, and I will always find you. This, I swear.”

Umbra: It doesn’t make sense. At first, they are convinced you are readying yourself to confront an attacker. Umbra readies themselves, too, never letting you jump into the fray without them by your side. But then you bring the blade to your own soft skin, and it feels like Umbra’s heart truly stops. No. This isn’t right. It hurts. It hurts so much more than the pain in their chest that reminds them what they are.

Without thinking about it a moment longer, Umbra disappears. Black smoke reappears right beside your person as they grip the blade end in their hand before tearing it out of yours. They reform into their full figure, tears spilling from their eyes. You panic, turning their hand in yours to see what should be a fierce cut, only to find a thin, bloodless line.

It sickens them. You cut, you bleed; you mar your skin, undeserving as you are, and the only thing they can do is die. They crouch down in front of you, dropping their head in your lap to hide how they hurt. “It’s my job to protect you,” they proclaim, voice quivering. “I’m supposed to bear the pain so that you can breathe. Please, I can withstand everything; I can protect you from anything… but I can’t protect you from yourself. Tell me how to take this away. I will do anything.”

[thanosscross]

Fake Girlfriend, Fake Boyfriend, Silly! - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader part 3

Summary: After the last show, you were all put on break for a few weeks before your shows picked back up again, you and Seung Hyun suffering from the feelings and consequences of the previous conversation, the boys of BigBang feel the need to step in before you end up the k-pop world.

Warnings: sad asf, I am so sorry but we needed some angst added in, but don't worry next part will be the FLUFFIEST of fluff, I promise <33, Reader and Seung Hyun both suffering from depression

It was a full week of hurting, feeling lost, and confused, Seung Hyun's words repeating in your head every hour of every day, you were fake dating, how could you of been so stupid thinking it could be anything real. As you walked into your home you didn't spare the boys a second glance, just happy to be back home for a few weeks before tour picked back up, Seung Hyun watched as your door slammed before no lights came on, feeling a sense of guilt wash over him, why the hell did he have to say that?

You'd be able to spend three days to yourself before your door was being pounded on loudly, not expecting much you made your way from your bedroom to the front door, slowly opening it to see Dae-sung offering you a soft smile "I'm really not in the mood" You muttered trying to shut the door back, but instead he stopped it with his foot "Sorry, dear..I was sent here" He stated before making his way cautiously inside, you just made your way back to your room, if he wanted to talk he'd have to follow you.

Dae-sung could feel a lump forming in his throat, he hated seeing his two friends like this, you and Seung Hyun both changed, reducing yourselves to hiding in your bedrooms the entire time. Crawling back under the blankets you pulled the hood to Seung Hyun's hoodie up staring off into your usual spot on the wall "Oh honey" He whispered sympathetically quickly moving to lay beside you, pulling you into a tight hug, once you felt the warmth of an actual hug, not a choreographed one you broke down, your chest feeling like it was slowly getting tighter as your cried against your friend's side, unable to say anything.

Ji-Yong and Tae-Yang weren't getting any further with Seung Hyun, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands he couldn't stop the tears from falling anymore, he felt terrible, out of nervousness he said the most obvious thing, not realizing how badly it'd hurt you, that's not what he wanted, he didn't want to see you hurting, let alone because of something he did. "Seung Hyun! Just talk to her!" Tae-Yang encouraged, he just shook his head in reply "No! W-What if she wants something between us?" He asked, starting to fidget with the rings that sat on his fingers "Isn't that what all of us want?" Ji-Yong asked like it was obvious "Not anymore...what if I hurt her like this again?" Seung Hyun replied sadly shaking his head before letting himself fall to the side to lay in his bed.

"I-I just...friends don't treat each other like that right? T-They don't look at the way we look at each other" You ranted sadly to your friend who nodded along "Y/n, Seung Hyun loves you, he just...has his own fears and anxieties that sometimes prevent him from doing the things he really wants" Dae-Sung explained, you were both sitting up now, but your head was rested against his shoulder "I just...I don't know..if I can keep doing this" You whispered, coming to a decision you'd call the agency tomorrow morning to speak about getting out of the fake relationship with Seung Hyun "Doing what? Y-You're not leaving right?" He asked quickly, feeling a wave of dread and pure sadness wash over him as you met his gaze, he could tell just by your face, you were debating on it. "I think I just want to go back to sleep" You whispered, offering a small smile before falling back onto your pillows "Okay, dear..I'll let you take a nap, and then we're going somewhere" Your friend agreed before disappearing out of your bedroom, quickly calling Ji-Yong trying to fight back his own tears. You couldn't quit, the boys needed you, ever since you had started working with them everything was better, they couldn't lose you.

"How is she?" Ji-Yong asked quickly, Dae-Sung could hear the door shutting in the background of the call as his friend left Seung Hyun's room "She wants to quit..." Dae-sung whimpered "And she seems pretty serious" He continued, hearing his friend sigh "We have to fix this man, or else it's going to blow up bad" Ji-Yong sighed, leaning against the wall "I know..any luck with lover boy?" he asked after a moment, hearing the door again before Ji-Yong's voice "He's willing to get dressed...He's not wanting to talk with her though" Ji-Yong explained, they continued talking about their plan for another twenty minutes before putting it into action. As Dae-Sung approached you slowly, your eyes caught his, offering him an exhausted look, something that worried him, the last time he saw that look you had to go on a three month hutias for mental health, the agency basically hiring you a babysitter to watch you at all times, it was a dark time for you especially with the company not doing anything to make it better. Dae-sung frowned, pulling you up out of bed in one fluid motion "I'm tired.." You started, but he was quick to cut you off with a grunt "I don't care, Y/n, you are going to get your ass out of bed and come with me, or I will force you" He offered sweetly, like he didn't just threaten to kidnap you, you tried to argue, but true to his word, Dae-Sung threw you over his shoulder bringing you towards the car "I told you, I warned you, you still tried it" Dae-Sung ranted as he opened the door, setting you down as he helped you into the seat "We are all worried about you and Seung Hyun, you guys are literally like a love story, we can't lose that, you two can't lose that, listen I know it sounds cheesy, but you two have been through too much to lose each other, especially over Seung Hyun not thinking well on the spot with you, so you're going to take your ass to Seung Hyun's house, and we're all going to have a sit down" He explained as you shot him a glare "Dae-Sung! I am a grown adult! If I don't want to speak with Seung Hyun before I'm forced to basically date him with no feelings, I don't have to!" You argued, growing frustrated with your friends' antics.

You fight didn't last longs as Dae-Sung lead you inside of the home you had found comfort in so many times, now it just flooded your body with anxiety, giving you the feeling to run away and never come back, but Dae-Sung just kept his hands planted on your shoulders as he entered the home, seeing the others already sitting on Seung Hyun's main living room couch waiting patiently for your arrival. As your eyes landed on Seung Hyun you bottom lip started to tremble, he looked so tired and beaten down, and it broke your heart seeing him curled up in the corner of the sofa with his hood up, Ji-yong kneeled in front of him saying something quietly. "Go talk to him" Dae-sung demanded, as you tried to stiffen your body and protested Seung Hyun looked over shyly, almost like if he was caught looking, he'd be in trouble. You wanted to speak, to comfort him and start apologizing, but nothing came out, you were frozen looking at him with the same tired and beaten down look, Seung Hyun had to fight back his own tears seeing how much energy and light was drained from your eyes as you looked at him, that wasn't his Y/n..and it was his fault.

As the boys watched you, Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang huffed, moving you to sit next to him "If you two don't start talking, I will" Ji-Yong threatened, giving you both a look, Ji-yong wasn't in the dark about things, he knew exactly how you felt about each other, he was Seung Hyun's best friend after all. "A-Are you really leaving?" Seung Hyun's voice was quiet, soft, and broken, like he had been crying for hours and his throat was too sore to make any sounds, you just shrugged as you leaned against him, keeping your hands trapped between your knees. Noticing you both shutting down after you response, Ji-yong grabbed a chair, pulling it closer before looking at you both "Fine then, You two both know this fake relationship thing has turned into alot more than a fake one, you two just need to admit it! Seung Hyun. Your first night as her fake boyfriend did you not come to me worried it wouldn't work because of how amazing y/n was?" He asked looking to his friend "Y/n! You're not innocent, your first on stage kiss with Seung Hyun did you not sit in my room all night talking about how many butterflies you felt?" Dae-Sung asked crossing his arms, you just away from their gazes, that was told in confidence, not meant to be shared, especially not with Seung Hyun. "Both of you! Are you two that blind to how well you work together? How you almost never need to communicate because you already know what the other would say or feel?" Tae-Yang added in, they were all standing in front of you both like you were being lectured by parents for breaking rules.

"I can't..hurt her again, Ji-Yong" Seung Hyun spoke, his tone coming off a lot harsher than he intended, but he couldn't help it, he was angry, someone had upset his girl, and it was the someone was him. "Tell her. Not me" Ji-Yong demanded, his tone matched Seung Hyun's, growing frustrated with his two friends for putting their friend group at risk just because you were too scared to talk to each other. "I can't...Y/n what if I hurt you worse?" Seung Hyun asked, his eyes not leaving his sleeves as he fiddled with a loose thread "you didn't hurt me...I hurt myself, reading into things that weren't anything more than acting" You explained, trying to keep your tone light, just wanting to see your usual Seung Hyun, he just kept his head down, refusing to look at you "It wasn't.." He whispered, knowing if he didn't say it, Ji-Yong would, you tried to keep yourself calm, feeling tears start to build again as you realized maybe you should've taken a moment after the show to speak with Seung Hyun, but you were hurt, it took a long time to build up the confidence to ask what you were, and him shutting you down like he did was like a knife to the back.

"I was never acting with you.." His voice was slightly louder this time, his head lifting to make eye contact with you "Seung Hyun" You warned, not wanting to end up hurting worse, he just shook his head, motioning for you to stop. "At first I was...but everything just became so natural, like we weren't pretending, just..existing together, but whenever you asked what we were, I panicked. I didn't want to risk ruin what we already had, we work really good as fake girlfriend and fake boyfriend..so I was scared of ruining that" Seung Hyun explained, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck nervously "A-Are you telling the truth..or are you just saying that to keep me from quitting?" You asked softly, seeing his offended expression you took his hand in yours slowly "I wouldn't want to ever hurt you like that again" He answered, Ji-Yong stood up, motioning for him and the others to go to another room, giving you and Seung Hyun some privacy as you spoke.

The boys ended up leaving Seung Hyun's house successful, happy to finally see you both out of the slump you had gotten yourselves into. You were sprawled out on his living room, him standing over you with a curious expression "what're you doing, Aein?" He asked softly, kneeling down to cup your cheek gently "Taking a mental decompression minute" You replied, staring at the light fixture above you "What?" he asked, moving to lay down next to you "What does that even mean?" He added on chuckling a bit as he turned his head to face you "I don't know, I do it sometimes whenever I've spent a lot of time inside here" You mumbled tapping your forehead before breaking your stare with the ceiling to look at him, looking compelled for a moment Seung Hyun smiled "Well, show me how you do it, I think I need a few of those minutes" He whipsered taking your hand in his as he joked softly, relived to see a soft smile finally starting to make its way onto your lips.

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Lovely? Lovelies? You like?

So I wasn't sure how to end this part, but I plan on having one or two more parts after this before this series comes to end as well, don't worry though my lovelies, as more stories get finished, new stories and series will come out in their place <33 But just like baby, if it'd be something you're open to, I'd be fine with still writing one shots and head cannons for the storyline of this <33 Excited to hear from you!!

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[grimestime27]

Marry Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff

Set Pre Whisperers. 

I think I made Daryl a little OOC but he definitely is becoming more soft as seasons continue on. ❤️

Rick was missing, presumably dead. Michonne was broken. Daryl was a shell of himself. Everything was wrong. The group was split again. You and Daryl had decided to stay in Alexandria, but Ezekiel and Carol had offered you all a place at the Kingdom. Everyday, Daryl had went to look for any sign of Rick—living or dead. With no luck, he returned every night to let Michonne know nothing had changed.

Part of Michonne was relieved���knowing Daryl hadn’t found a body or a walker of her “husband”.  It was hard watching her everyday with Judith, knowing Rick wouldn’t come home to see her or his daughter again. Carol and Ezekiel had gotten married with a brief ceremony in the Kingdom, Father Gabriel officiating. It was bittersweet, Michonne leaving halfway through the ceremony. 

You knew why—it made her think of what she had lost. Carol had asked you and Daryl to be part of the ceremony. Daryl smiled at you from behind Ezekiel and you wondered for a moment if you all could ever have a future like this. It seemed very unlikely. Carol suggested you all stay the night in the Kingdom before returning to Alexandria. Somewhat reluctantly, you both agreed for the sake of she and Ezekiel. 

They gave you a private room. Daryl locked the door softly as you began stripping your clothes off and leaving you only in your bra and panties. 

“It was a nice ceremony.”, you began.

Daryl turned around quickly, eyeing you up and down.

You knew just how to get to the archer’s heart. 

“Yeah.”, he replied. “I never thought she’d fall in love with anyone.”

You smirked softly. “We all are full of surprises.”

Daryl smiled softly before coming over and taking you in his arms. He smelled of his own musk and wilderness, but you didn’t mind. It felt safe—it was home. He kissed the top of your head, taking in the embrace. There were times he wasn’t sure if he would ever get this again. Life was too short. And Daryl knew it.

“Yeah….”, Daryl began and it seemed like he had something else on his mind. 

You pulled back softly. “What’s wrong?”

“Just thinkin’.”

“About?”

“Us.”

Your face crinkled in confusion. “What about us?”

Daryl sighed. Words had never came easy to him. As a child, he wasn’t properly taught how to communicate and show his emotions. His dad highly discouraged it, beating him and Merle if they cried or showed any sliver of emotion. Their father had taught them that it wasn’t manly to show emotions. Men were meant to be strong and show no weakness. 

He was trying to break the cycle. You had taught him he could be vulnerable with you. You were his safe space.

“Daryl?”, you brought him out of his deep thought.

“Sorry,”, he sighed. “Just this whole thing with Carol and Ezekiel has me thinkin’…..”

You eyed him, encouraging him to continue. 

“Could we have somethin’ like that?”

“Like being married?”

Daryl sighed softly. “Yeah. I mean if you think ’s not for us—”

You interrupted him. “I think we could.”

Daryl’s eyes softly looked into yours. “Would ya…want to marry me? Become Mrs. Dixon?”

“Are you officially asking me to marry you?”

Daryl smiled softly before letting you go of you and digging in his pocket, pulling out a ring. “Yeah, Carol helped me find this.”

“Daryl…..”

“Will ya marry me and be Mrs. Dixon?”

He got down on one knee, something he never thought he would ever do. But things change.

“Yes, Daryl. A thousand times, yes.”, you began smiling so hard your cheeks, happy tears beginning to form in your eyes.

Daryl slid the ring on your finger nervously, getting off his knee and taking you in a tight embrace before you both shared a kiss. You both pulled away, looking into each other’s eyes before kissing again. 

“Well, I guess we need to talk to Father Gabriel to officiate another wedding.”, you smirked as you both broke the kiss.

“Guess so. How about we celebrate Mrs. Dixon?”, he smirked as he swooped you up in his arms, causing you to giggle as he carried you to the bed.

[women-in-ssports]

Flagrant Foul

AZZI

A lost look crept across Azzi's face, the same look she knew Paige hated when she wore it. This can’t be happening again, Azzi thought, her heart pounding as the entire arena fell silent. The only sound in the stadium was the sharp, pained groan of Paige, rolling on the floor, clutching her knee.

Azzi's body tensed, her eyes locked on Paige. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind—none of them good. What if it was serious? What if Paige couldn’t play again? The worst-case scenarios were stacking up in her head faster than she could shut them down.

Then, through the chaos, Azzi caught the faint mumble of Paige’s voice. “Flagrant foul...” Paige was still Paige, still talking, but Azzi didn’t feel any relief.

She stayed rooted to her seat, trying to calm the frantic thoughts spinning in her mind. She watched Paige struggle to her feet, wobbling slightly, then hobbling toward the tunnel leading to the locker room. The trainer would check her out, but the uncertainty hanging in the air was suffocating.

Azzi couldn’t move. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of something bigger than they could control.

PAIGE

Making her way into the locker room, Paige clung to her faith, refusing to let it waver. This can’t be the worst-case scenario, she told herself. She couldn't—no, wouldn't—believe that this could be serious. The trainer spoke in a calm, measured tone, but her words didn’t bring any comfort. “We won’t know anything for sure until the MRI, Paige. I don’t want to get your hopes up just yet.”

Paige nodded, her heart sinking a little more with each word. She didn’t want to hear the uncertainty. Not right now. All she could do was nod, trusting the trainer’s advice, and slowly made her way back to the bench. Ice for her knee and ankle would have to do for now, and as much as she didn’t want to sit out, she knew she couldn’t push it.

The cameras were going to be on her as soon as she stepped back onto the floor. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but one thing was certain: she wasn’t going to let anyone see how badly she was hurting, physically or emotionally.

Plopping down on the bench next to Caroline, Paige grabbed a towel and pressed it to her face. Her mind was a whirlpool of worry, her thoughts crashing together faster than she could process. She could hear Caroline talking to her, but the words felt miles away. It was like she was on the other side of the world, disconnected from everything.

She kept the towel pressed to her face, but only for a moment. She quickly pulled it away, not wanting to break down, not in front of the team, not in front of anyone. The last thing she wanted was to lose control.

She had to stay calm. She had to keep it together. If she let go, even for a second, she knew she wouldn’t be able to reel it back in. Not out here. Not with everyone watching. Not while her future felt so uncertain.

AZZI

Azzi sat just two seats away from Paige, but the distance between them felt wider than ever. Both of them seemed to avoid looking at each other, each lost in their own worlds. Paige had completely dissociated, her mind clearly miles away from the game, trying to find somewhere—anywhere—else to focus. Azzi, on the other hand, buried herself in the game, engaging with those sitting next to her, talking strategy, offering encouragement.

She welcomed the distraction, using the noise and energy of the game to shield herself from the heavy silence between her and Paige. Anything to keep her mind from drifting back to the pain in Paige’s eyes, the quiet way she held herself.

Azzi could feel it deep in her chest—the urge to reach out, to close the space between them, but she couldn’t. Not right now. Not when everything felt so fragile. She knew Paige needed space, even if she wasn’t asking for it. The last thing Azzi wanted was for Paige to see the look on her face—the worry, the helplessness that was threatening to spill out. If Paige saw that, if she felt that weight, it might break her, and Azzi couldn’t be the reason for that.

So she kept her eyes forward, pretending to focus on the court, letting the distraction of the game drown out the growing tension in her chest. She could give Paige this moment, the space she needed, because it was what was best for her. Even if it meant staying apart.

As the game progressed, Azzi couldn’t help but inch closer to Paige with every substitution. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make her feel like she was offering some kind of silent support, even if Paige wasn’t fully aware of it yet.

Finally, when the moment felt right, Azzi nudged Paige with a playful grin. “Flagrant foul, huh?” she teased, her voice light and teasing, trying to pull Paige out of her own head, even if just for a second.

Paige’s eyes flickered over to her, and for a moment, there was a hint of a smile in them—a small one, but it was enough to reassure Azzi that she hadn’t completely withdrawn. "I had to let everyone know," Paige said softly, her voice almost sheepish, but there was a hint of that old, defiant spark in her eyes.

Azzi couldn’t help but chuckle. "Oh, I know you, Paige." There was a twinkle in her eyes, an easy warmth between them that hadn’t really gone away, even with all the silence.

Paige shifted slightly, still playing it cool but leaning into the comfort of Azzi’s presence. “Az…” she began softly, her voice trailing off as if she was trying to say something she wasn’t quite ready to.

Azzi knew what she meant before the words even fully formed. "I know, P," she said, her tone gentle but teasing. "Noodles and Company later, and Frozen."

Paige’s lips quirked up at the mention of their usual post-game ritual. "Frozen is your favorite movie," she replied, almost in a whisper, like the thought was a secret between them.

Azzi smiled, her heart lightening. “Yes, I know,” she said, giving Paige a wink.

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After the game, Paige refused to leave until she’d greeted the fans. Azzi stayed by her side, as always, even though she knew it meant staying later than most of the team. By the time they made it to the bus, everyone else was already settled in. The ride back to the airport was quiet, most of the team asleep, the exhaustion of the game finally catching up to them.

When they got to Connecticut, Azzi opened the door to her room and turned to find Paige sitting on the edge of the bed, her face pale, her eyes distant.

It wasn’t until Azzi closed the door and faced Paige that she saw the tears. Paige’s face crumpled, and before Azzi could even step forward, the first tear fell. Then another. And another. Paige wiped at her eyes quickly, but it didn’t stop the flood.

Azzi didn’t know what to say, so she just sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her best friend. Paige leaned into her, pressing her face into Azzi’s shoulder, and for a moment, the world outside didn’t matter. It was just them, silently holding each other, letting the tears flow.

Azzi didn’t need to say anything. She just let Paige cry.

THE NEXT DAY

After the long trip home, the team had the day off. It was already 2 p.m. when Azzi woke up, groggy but content, and noticed that Paige was still fast asleep, her blonde hair spread out in tangled waves across the bed. Azzi smiled softly at the sight before quietly reaching for her phone and placing an order for Paige’s favorites on Uber Eats.

About 30 minutes later, Azzi heard the familiar ding of her phone, signaling that the food had arrived. She slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Paige, and went to collect it. When she walked back in, she found Paige halfway awake, her eyes still red from the emotional night before.

“I got food,” Azzi said, holding up the bag with a small grin.

“I got Frozen,” Paige replied sleepily, reaching for the remote on the nightstand.

Azzi climbed back into bed beside her, handing Paige her bowl of food. Without a word, Paige took it with one hand, then wrapped her other arm around Azzi, pulling her in close. She placed a small, lingering kiss on Azzi’s temple.

“I love you, Az.”

Azzi’s heart fluttered at the words, a quiet warmth filling her chest. “I love you, P.”

They sat in silence for a moment, both of them content in the simple comfort of each other’s presence. Then, of course, Azzi started singing along to Frozen, her voice a little off-key but full of energy

Paige couldn’t help but laugh, her smile finally reaching her eyes.

For now, they didn’t need to think about anything else. They’d just be them—together. Tomorrow, they’d face whatever came next, but for today, they were safe in their own little bubble.

[velvetvexations]

God the "transphobes are saying young innocent girls are convinced to become trans and blame transfems for it" talking point irritates me so much because it's just not true. I don't know why people keep parroting it. The main narrative around this is that it's other transmascs corrupting "young gullible girls", not transfems. That it's a social contagion, that teen girls see other "girls becoming trans" and want to follow the trend like gullible sheep. That "entire friend groups" of girls are allegedly suddenly identifying are trans or nonbinary because one of them switched pronouns one day and the others did the same because teen girls want to copy their friends, that we shouldn't let them medically transition because it's just one of these quirky fashion fad between silly teen girls. Often, they will blame the internet and when they do, they mostly blame trans men (in Irreversible Damage, it was trans male youtubers for example).

You're only an innocent teen girl for so long... If you actually insist that you enjoy transitioning and destroying your body with the evil testosterone and surgeries, then you become a deranged pervert flaunting your mutilation, encouraging poor young girls to follow your path by claiming that it's normal and that you're happy like this. Just posting a shirtless picture with your top surgery scars visible is seen as "trying to make other girls think chopping off their boobs is okay".

The transphobes do not see all trans men as harmless, innocent and misguided, they only do it when they think you can be "saved", this is just "Phase 1". Once you're too far gone in their eyes (e.g., are considered too brainwashed, too much of a trans activist, or too unfuckable/mutilated by your transition) then they switch to "Phase 2" and they become extremely vitriolic towards you, treating you like you're a dangerous mentally ill groomer enjoying looking like a mutilated freak to fulfill its deranged fetish and promoting it to others. (Which is just the Madonna/Whore thing again, you're either a poor innocent victim or an dirty sinner lower than trash who's evilly leading people astray.)

Now there are some people blaming transfems in the mix, but this is definitely not the main narrative. People are also likely to blame cis people like drag queens, teachers and doctors (they're really angry about all these "greedy doctors" running around prescribing hormones and operating on billions of "brainwashed young girls claiming to be trans" because of some "agenda"). Even then, it seems to be associated with boys more ("drag queens reading books to kids and making boys think chopping off their dicks is ok"), in general transfems are accused of "grooming" or "transing" young boys way more (down to the "transfems are forcefemming our poor cis men with their jokes!!!" online discourse).

The transphobes aren't exactly subtle about it so again, why lie about it ? Trans women are already treated like shit, there's no need to make shit up and say that when trans men are targeted it was actually secretly targeting transfems all along. Like if you want to make a point about transphobes targeting trans women and painting them as predatory, there would still be plenty of examples outside of "they're transing our poor innocent wombyn daughters", which is mostly about trans men (as both the victim and the perpetrator, the "Whore" trans men turning the young "Madonnas" into more Whores like them by being a bad role model).

what you're forgetting, anon, is that trans women are the only victims that have ever existed or ever will exist and everything bad always happens to trans women and no one else ever

[light-the-spark-of-dawn]

Jason Todd was That Kid who would stay up all night reading if no one stopped him- and he was also sneaky enough to hide his book and pretend to be asleep when Alfred or Bruce checked on him. Unfortunately, this usually meant that he ended up cranky and tired during the day- and his nighttime patrols as Robin only made things worse.

Most parents would simply confiscate the book and flashlight. But most parents didn't have kids who were adopted street rats. It had taken far longer for Jason to become comfortable in the Manor than it had for Dick, and neither Bruce nor Alfred wanted to undo that progress by taking away his possessions, even if it was temporary and for his own good.

Hilariously, the solution came in the form of Hal, Ollie, and Barry all falling asleep during a Justice League meeting while Bruce was reading off a report. Even Clark and Diana were starting to doze off toward the end. And not a single one of them were even the slightest bit apologetic about it.

"Sorry Spooky, but I don't have the willpower to stay awake through your speeches."

"I have an accelerated attention span, so you might only have been talking for twenty minutes but for me it's more like three hours. And my blood sugar is starting to crash."

"This meeting could and should have been an email."

"To be fair, it was a very dry report."

"You have a nice voice, Bruce. But we can only listen to it for so long."

Incorrigible menaces, the whole lot of them. He missed the days when his fellow heroes were too intimidated to talk back to him. Still, his friends' irreverence gave Bruce an idea. He returned to the manor and went to check on his son. Sure enough, there was light peeking out from beneath his bedroom door. "Can I come in, chum? I know you're awake."

"...how'd you know?"

"I'm Batman." Even through the closed door, Bruce can feel Jason's judgmental look. "And even a little bit of light is pretty noticeable in a dark hallway."

"Damn. Alright, come in."

The hinges creak as Bruce pushes open the door. Jason is sitting up in his bed, with a thick book on his lap and flashlight in hand. His face is expressionless, but Batman's careful eye notes the slight tension in the boy's posture.

Bruce pulls Jason's desk chair over and sits next to the bed. "So, what're you reading?"

Jason tilts the book upward to show the cover of The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.

"Huh. I thought you preferred prose."

"I do." Jason shrugged. "But Othello was interesting enough when we read it in class, so I figured I'd give some of the other plays a shot."

"I see. So which one are you reading now?"

"Julius Caesar."

"Ah I had to read that for my eighth grade English class. Alfred told me then that Shakespeare sounds better when read out loud." Bruce pointed at the book. "Mind if I have a crack at it? I have it on good authority that I have a nice voice."

"Who said that??" Jason looks skeptical but still hands over the book.

"Wonder Woman." Bruce flicks on Jason's desk lamp so he can see the letters, leans back in the chair, and begins to read, "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars..."

As Bruce reads the lines of iambic pentameter in a slow, steady cadence, Jason's eyelids begin to droop. Before long, he's fast asleep, and doesn't stir when Bruce stops reading and tucks a bookmark between the pages, when he sets the book down on the desk and turns off the lamp, or even when the hinges creak as he closes the door behind him.

Just in case though, Bruce waits in the hallway for several minutes to see if Jason's flashlight comes back on. Thankfully, there is only darkness. Bruce breathes a sigh of relief, then jumps at Alfred's sudden quiet whisper.

"Quite the performance, Master Bruce. Though I do think the Bard would consider it a tad underwhelming."

"Well," Bruce chuckled. "you told me once that an actor should play to his crowd, and my audience was one boy who needed to sleep."

"An unorthodox interpretation of my lesson, but if it encourages Master Jason towards healthier sleeping habits, I think it is a lesson applied well." Alfred nudges Bruce's elbow gently, guiding him along the hallway toward his own bedroom. "Now, do follow his example and get some rest. Or else I shall have to recite Pericles, and nobody wants that."

[jennshiro]

Okay this episode is great for RenRuki, I see that. It's obvious.

But my ByaRen-shipping headcancon was unstoppable because this entire sequence just solidified my ship.

What is my favourite ByaRen headcanon? That they’re gay! Or pan or something and in love with each other. For what is the point of a ship if you don’t ship the hell out of your favourite characters, hm?!

This scene right hurr Renji is helping Rukia because she asked him to, yes, but also because Byakuya prepared him for the expecation of Rukia asking him, and Bya encouraged Rukia to ask Renji for support.

Nii-sama set up this whole thing from the start.

In my head Renji is Byakuya’s boyfriend and comes around the Kuchiki estate (also Rukia’s home) all the time and even though Renji is Rukia’s childhood friend, Byakuya wants her to like him as his boyfriend.

This new dynamic between Renji and Byakuya has changed Renji’s relationship with Rukia. For so long these two men were separate parts of her life. She had her bff and her brother compartmentalized and how would you feel if your bestie started dating your brother??

She misses Renji but is also adjusting to this new dimension of Renji and Byakuya being Renji and Byakuya. Before, she used to see and think of each of them separately; now they have each other in this private pocket of love that doesn’t include her.

She sometimes feels like an outsider when she’s around them together. So this is Byakuya’s way of creating a scenario for Rukia to spend some time with Renji and remember their friendship.

He figures that Renji will find a way to help Rukia feel at ease and Renji will feel like he’s doing something important for the Kuchiki family. Win-win, right?

Byakuya overhears as Renji drags Rukia away from the estate in an effort to help her loosen up. You can just tell he surrenders his faith to whatever Renji is trying to do.

Also wanted to screencap our beautiful Byakuya.

Renji, telling Bya about his day later:

Renji: …so we went to Squad 11 for a training workout. I thought it would help Rukia feel strong.

Bya: Hm.

Renji: Then we went to Squad 10 for Rangiku to ‘awaken Rukia's femininity’ or something.

Bya: looks at him sharply

Renji: inhales Not like that! Rukia doesn’t even need… Rangiku wasn’t really helpful.

Bya: Next, you should try calligraphy. It is widely known to be a relaxing activity.

Byakuya provides Renji with all the supplies he needs to do calligraphy with Rukia. Rukia writes “friendship” in calligraphy and this just warms my platonic Ren-Ruki heart!

When the ink spills and stains the special kimono, Renji is about to say that he’ll tell Byakuya what happened. (He doesn’t get to finish his sentence in the anime).

Later, Renji is wandering about the Kuchiki estate in the rain and Byakuya goes to find him after being told that the red-haired lieutenant was loitering on the bridge.

Renji tells him about the kimono and how it got ink-stained. Byakuya feels responsible because this whole thing was his idea (okay the clan elders insisted on the dance and have high expectations of tradition) and the calligraphy was his contribution.

Rukia’s dream with Kaien is exactly what she needs I think. Seeing the comforting face of another man in her life that she loves (loved) saying nonsense to her may help her remember to not take everything so seriously.

We also get this most profound nugget of wisdom:

“When your toes are tired, put a chili pepper in your socks!”

She wakes to find that Byakuya has replaced the stained kimono with the exact one that Hisana once wore to perform the same celebration dance. He reminds Rukia that what’s most important is her attitude when dancing - something that Renji has been trying to help her with all week.

Byakuya almost smiles at Rukia’s eventual realization. HE DIDN'T SMILE BUT HE FOR SURE WANTED TO OKAY??

He has so much pride for his sister and his boyfriend in this moment and he feels a warm swell in his chest. Can’t you tell?

I just love seeing him on screen.

But then we don’t get to see Rukia dance!

The omake in the human world almost makes up for it, as Chad and Keigo come to the park with their giant kites and Ishida stresses out about his Quincy dance recital while Ichigo is, understandably, bemused and panicked.

sigh I love this show.

“Dear Renji: On January 10th, I will be performing the Celebration Dance. I’d really like you to come and see me perform. P.S. And Renji, Thank you.”

[trulyradicalactivist]

My name is Act. I use She/They/It/Neo pronouns. I have been a radqueer since the original coming, and a part of the pro-para and proship communities before that. This is not a usual pinned post. This is a letter to my community. This blog is designed to support, uplift, and announce all forms of activism for our community and encourage each one of you to begin the revolution. For our identities, for our pride, and for our loved ones.

My call to action is under the cut. I ask you to take the time to read it. Thank you.

For too long, we’ve lived in the shadows of a world that dismisses, marginalizes, and oppresses us. Many wouldn't say oppression. Many downplay what we go through, saying that we’re just trolls taking up minimal space in the digital era. But we have been oppressed. In our own spaces, we’ve had civil wars, fighting over one thing or another, specifically designed to divide us! In spaces beyond our community, we’ve faced not only hostility, but outright discrimination. Told to kill ourselves by cowards who hide behind anonymity, many people who simply desired to be themselves, driven to suicide. Are you not angry? Are you not driven to the brink by what these people have done to us, justified by hatred and misinformation? I'm angry!

We’ve carried the weight of a world that refuses to see us for who we are, and we’ve endured the pain of invisibility and injustice. I refuse to accept that the identities in this community will endure that pain any longer. No more.

This is a call to every single one of you. Whether you’ve been part of this community for years or you’re just now finding your voice, know this: you are not alone. Our strength lies in our connection, our shared experiences, and our collective will to change the minds of people who hate us, to educate, to bring a new era of peace where radqueer is the norm. Everyone thinks the future is radqueer, and I agree, but to make it that way, it takes a community willing to change the present.

We need community and we need action. Not later, not tomorrow, not yesterday, the time hasn't passed and it isn't coming towards us. The time is now.

In the digital age, our voices can and do echo across the world. Activism is not just a tool; it’s a lifeline. It’s where we educate, organize, and amplify. Share your stories, challenge injustice, and build networks of solidarity. Every post, every comment, every shared resource matters. Together, we can flood people’s minds with truth and resistance. We can make a new tomorrow.

But I also recognize the power of individual action, even in isolation. Real life protest does not always mean marching in the streets; it can mean standing firm in your truth, no matter where you are. Writing “radqueer is the future” on a desk, on a bathroom wall. Scattering posters, flyers, stickers in the streets, putting them on benches in parks or sticking them into lamp posts.

Resistance is not a singular act—it’s a lifestyle. It’s choosing, every day, to reject the narratives that tell us we’re less than. It’s refusing to be silent in the face of oppression. It’s demanding change, even when the odds seem insurmountable, and believe me, they certainly seem impossible, but I promise you. They aren't. We have done this before, we will do it again, and again, and again, until we need not fight anymore.

Let’s not forget why we fight. We fight for the right to exist as we are. We fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. We fight for future generations, so they won’t have to endure what we have. And most importantly, we fight because we believe in a world where justice and equality are not ideals but realities.

So, here’s what I ask of you. A few actions, if nothing else.

Be loud. Use your platform, no matter how small, to speak out. Share resources or even create them, talk about your stories, and call others to action. Scream from the rooftops who you are, what you live for, what you fight for.

Be relentless. Don’t let apathy or exhaustion silence you. Take breaks when you need them, but never lose sight of the goal. I know. I know people who hate us break you down, try to make you tired, ruin your mental health. Take breaks. Always take that time for yourself. But a fight waits for nobody, so feel in your heart, even while you aren't fighting, we are. We’re fighting for you.

Be united. This community has shown itself to be a magnet for division, but do you expect to fight while shooting at those fighting with you? Differences in belief aside, differences in opinion on the future, what should be, what shouldn't be, who shouldn't and who should, put them away. We can come back to discuss those when the future isn't against us, when the enemy has laid to rest and we have made a life with them, where they do not want us dead or wish harm upon us. But for now, they do. Together, we are stronger than any force that seeks to divide us, so put away your issues with the person beside you and find that two make a better fight than one ever could.

Be bold. Challenge the status quo, whether it’s online, in your workplace, or in your personal relationships. Change starts with discomfort, and progress begins when we confront what’s wrong. A picrew says radqueer’s aren't allowed to use it? Use it. Make it your profile picture. Do it with flags. Identities. Terms. Pictures. Anything that says you, because of your identity and your beliefs, aren't allowed to use it. Anything that wants to oppress you. Do not accept it.

This is our moment. This is our fight. And we will not stop until the world hears us, sees us, and respects us. I will fight. I will fight for you, for this community, for all of us with identities we cannot share for fear of our income, our lives, our safety.

Justice is what I fight for. What do you fight for? Your family, your friends, the people you love? The right and ability to be yourself? To express yourself the way you desire to? To have the right to change your race, age, gender, species, anything at all, in the court of law? Do you fight for anarchy, for revolution, to tear down the status quo? Then fight.

The revolution begins with us—and it begins now.

[monsterfucker-lisa-swallows]

I nearly cried reading the article yesterday. The things Neil did to those poor women...It just absolutely drains all the air of the room. It really is a grueling read and I hope the victims get everything they need to be able to have happy healthy lives going forward.

I never anticipated that it would be this. The Ocean at the End of the Lane and the Graveyard Book were very important to me as a teenager because I was a victim and those books just felt so visceral to me. And the person who wrote them is a monster who, instead of dealing with the trauma he got from an abusive Scientologist father, decided to abuse people so he could get off. He fully knew what he was doing was rape, and he cannot hide behind the "neurodivergent" excuse because it's such a fucking insult to those of us who are autistic.

His son witnessed some of that. His very VERY young son was in the room when some of this took place and even was somewhat encouraged by neil to act as if one of these women was a slave even if neil kind of joked it off at the time. I hope he gets some sort of intervention, because as someone with an abusive father figure I know that sons are frequently turned against their mothers when things like this come to light (my stepfather managed to turn his sons - my halfbrothers - against all the women in my family). He needs some healthy modeling and child therapy to help unpack any warped ideas neil gave him about women.

And that brings me to Amanda. I have come to the conclusion that yes she was entirely negligent because she has known for at least a few years about some of this. I do not believe, based on the article, that she knew the extent until very very recently. It seems as though she had been trying to get him to stop and that their marriage was struggling for about a decade because of it. I believe she loved him and thought she could get him to change, which was especially complicated by the fact that they had a young child together and that if she ever aired her grievances against them she'd be the bad guy. Remember, this is the word of Amanda Palmer, one of the internet's biggest punching bags, against beloved internet darling Neil Gaiman. She knew there was no winning and that she'd come off like a vindictive harpy.

Remember in 2020 when everyone was assuming she was a narcissist because of Neil's goodreads account? in light of the article saying their marriage suffered since 2014 and that they separated at the time that this drama happened, it reads almost like a coordinated smear campaign with plausible deniability. Almost like he was thinking ahead to the possibility that she could release this information about him so he had to get in front of it to make her look narcissistic while having plausible deniability to say "oh I was just hacked." (I'm not going to say I told you so even though back then I totally did say to maybe lay off them because we didn't know what was going on behind the scenes. Amanda Palmer is not perfect and has done and said things that I personally don't agree with, but the hatred has always seemed particularly vitriolic in a way usually reserved for female celebrities.)

Not saying at all that there is no culpability and that she didn't contribute to endangering these women (we still don't have her side of the story though no sources have placed blame on her as of yet), but the article clearly stated that she had told Neil to stay away from the most recent victim and that she was horrified when she found out the extent of what had happened. I truly think she wanted to believe that he wouldn't do it if she asked, even as negligent as that last bit of hope may have made her. I say all this to remind people once again to put the most blame on the man who is actually perpetrating these crimes and not to just throw unfounded vitriol at the wife, since my familiarity with these kinds of cases suggests the angry mob often looks for reasons to hate the woman even more than the man. The article says that the divorce left her with no money and that she's living with her parents now. When they met she was an artist with no real wealth and he was a much older man with wealth and fame. He is the one who put her in this position and I would wager he was using her (and the open marriage they once had) as cover and plausible deniability for any accusations levied against him. Just something to think about until we get her side, which we may not get because she knows how the public reacts to her and because, crucially, she has a son with him and doesn't want to put him through that kind of trauma. We don't even know what Neil may have put her through during their marriage, though we know the kind of appetites he has for women.

But again, these women are so brave for coming forward to tell their stories. They have seen years of women being raked over the coals for suggesting well-liked famous men have preyed on them, yet they told their stories anyway. I know how frightening that is. I really, truly hope that they can find peace now.

I wish people would understand that it is actually a good thing when allegations of sexual misconduct are thoroughly investigated, leaving no stone unturned, and that most survivors of sexual assault who've come forward are not lucky enough to have people take their story seriously enough to look into it in good faith, verify it, and post a long, exhaustively researched researched article informing everyone that they're telling the truth.

[moonlitrogue]

PACs don't have to be negative or provide a reality check since we never have the full context or grasp of energies. I don't think it's wise to jump into interpretations that defeat the spirit of the querents. I was talking with a friend who showed me a PAC on first time with your partner, etc. It was utterly ridiculous to go through. I personally think energies change so much between someone asking for their first time and the actual experience that we'll never really know. To put out a disheartening description and mislabel it as truthful is a malpractice if you ask me.

I'm also becoming aware of the harmful discourses on future spouses and partners that people are treating the information gleaned from the cards as fatalistic instead of suggestive of current energies. Tarot offers great opportunities to connect with the universe, and build your own language or story but it's been disappointing to see the weight people place on someone else's love rather than developing their own capacity to love. It could be misleading especially to the young ones who are extremely susceptible to external influences and obsession. Unregulated exposure to such ideas on the regular alter our brain chemistry and deteriorate our mental health. It's a form of addiction too, what I'm observing, even if it's unlisted. I would encourage anyone who's read so far, to welcome messages but not develop a fixed mindset regarding the future.

The ideas that need to solidify and crystallize in your mind are those which are beautiful, which bring peace to you, and assure you. Do not make the mistake of assuming fixed attitudes since we're still evolving. Be playful and approach things with curiosity rather than want or desire. Destiny is a beautiful thing we co-create with the Universe by tuning into specific frequencies and making choices that align with our inner truth. Your inner truth needs you to work on yourself, at least to dissolve the things holding you back or creating resistance in your being. What's meant for you will then come to you effortlessly. The goal posts of the Universe keep shifting as you upgrade and the peace you experience as you integrate these ideas will actually leave you content.

Of course, we all have our journeys and those who get it will get it in their own time. If even a single sentence in this post meant something to you, then I hope you think about it and let the clarity guide you.

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Why do you think that Sonic 3 received much more critical praise than the previous 2 movies in the franchise? What do you think was improved?

Hi Hon❤️✨

I promise that I haven’t been ignoring your asks concerning this question topic. I was trying my best to locate some interviews and commentary to support my answer to your question. However, I can give you a quick response without extra fluff.

I feel that the third film did as well as it did due to the crew listening to the fans and evaluating critiques. Yes, these are Sonic fans making the movie, but they’re also making professionals in their field. They know how to cater to film critics, casual movie fans, and Sonic fans very well.

One of the things that I feel that they listened to was focus on the characters that they’ve wanted to use. There is absolutely nothing wrong with using original characters. Not at all! And from these original characters, we’ve grown to love Tom, Maddie, and Agent Stone very much. We’re vocal about loving these characters and how they work well with Sonic-based characters. Therefore, we didn’t have any other side characters to worry about as well. It’s creates a balance.

The story focused on one main issue rather than having a subplot. We focus on one problem and how to solve it. I am in no way, no how saying that subplots are bad. What I’m saying is that a subplot can work if it matches the story’s pacing. Sonic 2 (2022)’s subplot needed to happen. We had to have the wedding scene in order to know that Walters and G.U.N. was active and watching the Wachowski family. That, as we needed to know that Rachel’s heart wasn’t broken in the end by an Agent. However, what got in the way was the subplot’s pacing. If the pacing was reevaluated just a tad, then I think that Sonic fans would be more open to it. Other than such, I think that it was a good close to Rachel’s story in the SCU. She’s finally happy.

Sonic 3 felt more like Sonic 1 (2020), which was a movie that a lot of people enjoyed. It focuses on a uniqueness and charm that was there from the film. It makes it a point to show that Sonic and Shadow are “what if situations” if they took different paths.

The music. Holy shit the music. Mr. Fowler explained a couple of years ago that inserting Sonic music into the movie was problematic due to how SEGA copyrighted their music for the games (info on that it’s in my pinned post from January 2024). It’s not that they didn’t want to use it, it’s how the video game company copyrighted it. Whatever Mr. Fowler did to convince SEGA to lift their copyright agreement on the music changed the soundtrack for the film. There is DEFINITELY Sonic music to a movie that is meant to be a representation to a very beloved Sonic game.

Shadow. Just. Shadow. Whether some fans like it or not, Shadow is an extremely popular character. And he’s very popular for a reason. He’s a character that people can relate to on an emotional and mental level. If people have experienced loss and anger, then they relate to Shadow. This is not me saying that fans can only relate to Shadow. What I’m saying is that there are many layers and personalities to Shadow that fans might like where you might not get that with characters like Tails or Amy Rose. With the promotion of “Fearless: Year of Shadow” all through 2024 and a remaster of Sonic Generations, I think that influenced many fans to appreciate him on a level that was never considered before, as well as create new fans to the fandom. Plus, I can definitely see Hollywood utilizing Shadow the Hedgehog more in future films. That, and banking Keanu Reeves to voice Shadow (a very popular fan casting since the early 2010s) has helped tremendously.

And finally, the SCU crew knows now to make fans want to come back for more. They leave trails of breadcrumbs through movies and the miniseries that leads to you research how the “rules” work for the SCU, as well as encourage you to explore Sonic through the video games. When lore differs a between the games, the SCU crew knows how to make it faithful and pay homage to the original idea without trying to proclaim that one idea is better than the other. Both ideas are unique and cool in their own ways.

Anyways! These are my thoughts for now. I’m sure that I’ll have more later down the road.😊

[wheatbreadfuckyeah]

Missing you

Angsty little one shot but might have a continuation

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Life in Zaun was merciless. The air was thick with smog, pressing down on your lungs like a weight that never lifted. The world around you felt jagged and cruel, every moment a battle to find something worth holding onto. But then there was Viktor. In all that bleakness, he was the one thing that felt soft, gentle– something that made you believe there was still warmth in the world.

From the very first moment, he felt like something rare, a flicker of light in a place that seemed to swallow it whole. Viktor was an outsider, even here, his quiet resolve and sharp mind setting him apart. While others scoffed at his strange ideas and whispered about his limp, you saw brilliance. You saw him. He looked at the world not as it was, but as it could be. And when you were with him, it was impossible not to believe in that vision too.

The two of you were inseparable, bound together by the kind of friendship that felt like it could survive anything. Viktor had a way of caring that was subtle but profound. He would notice the smallest things. When you were too tired to climb the junk heaps, when your hands were scraped raw from searching for parts. Without a word, he would hand you his gloves or offer to help, his touch light and deliberate, as if he feared adding to your burden.

When you brought him scraps for his inventions, his face would light up, and he’d thank you as though you’d just handed him the key to a better world. And when you succeeded together, when a little machine sputtered to life or a contraption clicked into place, Viktor’s joy wasn’t just his own, it was yours too. He would smile at you, soft and unguarded, his golden eyes filled with a warmth that melted the edges of the harsh world around you. “I couldn’t do this without you,” he’d say, and you knew he meant it.

Even on the hardest days, Viktor made Zaun feel less suffocating. He had a way of turning silence into comfort, of making the smallest moments feel significant. You remember him waiting for you as you climbed through the ruins, his voice steady as he called out encouragement. “Careful, don’t rush,” he’d say, his accent wrapping around the words like a lullaby. And when you’d finally join him, exhausted and triumphant, he’d brush the dirt from your hands with a faint smile, his touch lingering just a moment longer than it needed to. “You’re always too reckless,” he’d murmur, but there was no scolding in his voice– only affection.

As you both grew older, Viktor became your safe haven, the one person who could make you feel seen and cared for in a world that tried to grind you down. Together, you dreamed of something better, something bigger than the narrow streets of Zaun. But then Piltover called.

Heimerdinger had seen what you already knew. That Viktor was extraordinary, someone who could change the world. When the offer came, it felt like the ground beneath you shifted. You should have been happy for him, but all you could feel was the looming loss, the cold dread of what his absence would mean.

The fight was inevitable, though neither of you wanted it. “You’re not holding me back,” he said softly at first, his voice almost pleading. “But I have to go, I can’t let this chance slip away.” His words weren’t cruel, but you heard them as a goodbye. And when he accused you of being selfish, of wanting to keep him trapped in a place that stifled him, it broke something inside you.

You lashed out, not because you didn’t want him to succeed, but because you couldn’t bear the thought of a life without him. “I thought we were in this together,” you shouted, the words cracking under the weight of your fear. Viktor’s face fell, his golden eyes dimming with a hurt that mirrored your own. “We are,” he whispered, his voice trembling, “but I can’t stay. I need to do this. For you, for everyone.”

And then he was gone.

The memory of him lingers like a ghost, bittersweet and ever-present. You still see him in your mind, sitting on the ledge of your old hideout, his rare smile lighting up the darkness. You hear his voice, soft and steady, telling you that you were more than the world ever let you believe. Even now, you wonder if he ever truly knew what he meant to you. Because in a world that gave you nothing, Viktor was everything. And you never found the words to tell him.

[feastingonchrist]

And, Jesus was so kind to women, treating them with respect and just as important people as men are. In those times, that wasn't much of a concept. Jesus put a big emphasis on treating the most vulnerable, innocent, and ones seen in "lesser importance" in society with kindness, gentleness, love and care: women/widowed women, children, the poor, blind, deaf, unable to walk/having any other form of disability, etc. As women, we are more emotionally in tune. Jesus opened a door of grace and freedom towards women to receive Him. We recognize the safety and love He brings. I don't think this means women as a whole are more receptive to the gospel and heart of Jesus than men are, not at all, i just know that we harbor gifts that relate directly towards His nurturing Spirit. He gave us space to act out our roles as women in front of men, because there is supposed to be a balance there. He showed women that they can serve Him, too. it represents physical and spiritual marriage (we are all the bride of Christ). Caring for children and bringing them up, serving and taking care of those in need because we love them, - having been given the gentleness and humility that it takes to do these things -,and a greater sense of softness and the emotional capability/intelligence to encourage others. We are more able to take the time to slow down and be more thoughtful of the needs of others! So, yeah, Christianity is very attractive to women because Jesus views men and women as equals and wanted us women to know that. He loves His sisters, too!

People keep on being shocked christianity is attractive to women, like that hasn't been the case since Jesus was walking the earth and Mary was sitting at his feet, and Martha was planning a dinner party for Him.