#the lack of accessibility is really telling

[pokemonshelterstories]

Got a question about the Nidoran line! Why is it that Nidorina and Nidoqueen can’t reproduce in daycare but female Nidoran can? The Pokédex mentions Nidoqueen protecting its young, so it must happen, but no one seems to be able to make it work. Wouldn’t evolution encourage a Pokémon to reproduce more when it’s at its strongest? Why doesn’t this affect the males?

so here's the fun thing about this: we really don't know!

sometimes pokemon are just really hard to breed in captivity, and there's a lot of reasons why that can happen. it could be related to some aspect of natural environment and husbandry that we haven't perfected (it took a LONG time for us to figure out huntail and gorebyss breeding), it could be due to a short breeding period in the female, it could be due to a pokemon's temperament...getting two pokemon to successfully breed can take a lot of work and coordination.

in the case of nidorina and nidoqueen, we assume they breed in the wild, because we see them with young and we don't have any reason to think that they're caring for the young of nidoran. but they're very secretive about their eggs, and we haven't had success managing to track one down to a nest; seeing as they're aggressive poison types that live in groups, it's really dangerous to tag them so nobody's tried it and managed to succeed yet. so we don't actually have confirmation. nidoran breed readily and prolifically on account of being much smaller and easier for other pokemon to prey upon, so getting them to reproduce is easy as can be. the other two? not so much.

currently the leading expert in the nidoran line thinks it has to do with a lack of males in captivity resulting in the females never going into estrus. in the wild, nidorino and nidoking duke it out over groups of females, but it's really dangerous to put them together in captivity! given that we don't give multiple males access to the females for safety purposes, the females might just not be getting triggered to enter a state where they're able to breed.

as for why nidorino and nidoking can reproduce...since pokemon can breed with any species in the same egg group, they can be bred to females of species that go into estrus more readily. there's nothing wrong with either pokemon's reproductive cells that we can tell. so it's more likely that we just can't give the females the right conditions to successfully fertilize and implant eggs.

[marshmallowgoop]

Diehard FUNimation English Dub Fan Watches Studio Nano's New Detective Conan English Dub

Hi, I made a Tumblr video essay. VPR: flashing from about 0:22 to 0:30, quick cuts, split screens

The short of it is that the new-new-new English dub for Detective Conan, with a wholly different voice cast from FUNimation (well, mostly), the movies and specials dubbed by Bang Zoom! Entertainment, and the episodes dubbed by Macias Group on Tubi, is maybe a little rough for the first couple of episodes. But it gets better and better, and I think it deserves support.

While only Episodes 1, 2, 128, 129, 176-178, and 230-231 of Studio Nano's dub are available for streaming right now on Netflix and Crunchyroll (in Australia, South and North America, and the UK), I'm definitely hoping for more. Please watch if you can! (Sub also available!)

More English dub thoughts (largely about FUNimation's):

#funimation-english-dub-script Tag

A Loose Translation But Fun Production

FUNimation's English Dub versus Bang Zoom! Entertainment's English Dub

FUNimation's Name Changes

Naturalistic Scripting

Officer Tome in Countdown to Heaven

The Over-Localization is a Shame

Unethical to Like an Anime Dub That Makes Dialogue Changes?

How I got FUNimation's English dub in HD (76/123 episodes mixed so far!):

Mixing an Old Anime Dub with HD Footage

Transcript for video under the cut:

Why watch something originally in a language you don't understand dubbed in a language you do understand?

One reason, of course, is that dubs are more accessible, allowing many foreign viewers to enjoy the content without subtitles. But as someone who watches dubs with subs, that's not why I watch dub. I watch dub because I appreciate the effort to make the dialogue really work, and sound natural, in a language that I know.

FUNimation's English dub of Case Closed became my favorite way to watch the series, even after watching in Japanese first and disliking the dub's localized name changes, because FUNi's scripts are so lively, smooth, and full of character.

Take this short example from Episode 1:

Megure: All right... I'll give you and Rachel the benefit of the doubt and assume you didn't go nuts. That leaves us five.

A more literal translation of the scene looks like this:

Megure: So, temporarily taking you and Ran-kun out of the picture, there were five passengers total.

The FUNimation dub contains all the important information—that Megure's narrowing down the suspect list to five because he doesn't believe that Shinichi or Ran could be the killer—but it does so in a way that's much more fun than the literal translation. I could buy someone really saying this.

How does the new Studio Nano English dub for Detective Conan stack up?

Well...

Megure: All right. If we leave you and Ran out, that'd leave five others. Does that sound correct?

It's definitely less stiff than the more literal translation! But even with Mark Stoddard reprising his role as Megure, it lacks that FUNimation charm.

So, is the Studio Nano dub worth a watch? For Episodes 1 and 2, which were dubbed so excellently by FUNimation, it's hard for me to say yes, even with some strong performances from the cast:

[Clip from Episode 1, with Christopher Guerrero as Agasa]

Agasa: You gotta promise not to tell anyone! This has gotta stay between the two of us!

[Clip from Episode 1, with Mauricio Ortiz-Segura as Shinichi]

Shinichi: [squeals] 'Cause nothing beats the exhilaration of catching the bad guys in real time! [chuckles]

[Clip from Episode 1, with Megan Shipman as Ran]

Ran: It's fine if you go around flirting with girls, but you've at least gotta pick a favorite, okay?

[Clip from Episode 2, with Molly Zhang as Conan]

Conan: I'm Conan Edogawa, and I just transferred in! Hello there! [chuckles] Conan (thinking): I seriously have to go back to grade school again?

Generally, the Studio Nano scripts here just don't speak to me the way FUNimation's do. But of the nine Studio Nano dub episodes available at the time of this video, I feel like the writing only gets better and better.

Circling back to the start, why watch dubs, especially if you like subtitles? Well, personally, I want to experience something I don't get by watching the original. And Studio Nano delivers on that front. I didn't fully appreciate Conan and Ai's banter and sass in these episodes until I watched Nano's dub:

[Clip from Episode 129, Studio Nano dub]

Ai: The Black Organization is hunting me, which puts you in a sticky situation. I'm a dangerous person to have around. Are you sure you want me nearby? Conan: No.

[Clip from Episode 129, Japanese]

Ai: I am an extremely dangerous, loathsome person to have around you. There's no reason to keep me near you. Conan: You idiot.

[Clip from Episode 177, Studio Nano dub]

Ai: Even a detective as good as you can't figure who the killer is with only one clue. Conan: And what if I have two clues? Ai: Ah? Conan: After the chandelier fell, and before the lights came back on, something landed on me. This handkerchief. Ai: Yeah, so? What good is that? The killer didn't happen to write their full name on it, did they?

[Clip from Episode 177, Japanese]

Ai: Even you wouldn't be able to figure out who the killer is with just that. Conan: What if there are two? After the chandelier fell and before the lights came back on, something fell from above. This handkerchief. Ai: So what? It's not like the name of the killer is written on it.

[Clip from Episode 177, Studio Nano dub]

Conan: All right, then, fine! Why don't you try and find a way to escape from that place yourself? In the meantime, I'll go and figure out which of the seven is Pisco! Ai: You say that like it's so simple. Why didn't I think of that?

[Clip from Episode 177, Japanese]

Conan: Then why don't you find a way to get out of there yourself? In the meantime, I'll go and figure out who out of the seven is Pisco. Ai: You say find a way to escape like it's so simple…

Just like with FUNi, all the important info is included in the Nano dub, but it feels more natural. I love Conan and Ai's dynamic in a way that the more literal translations didn't convey to me.

And Studio Nano doesn't just shine with scenes that make me smile. Dramatic moments can also have fantastic scripts:

[Clip from Episode 177, Studio Nano dub]

Ai: Just shut up! Listen to what I'm saying now! This is important. Because after this conversation, I'm never going to be able to talk to you again.

[Clip from Episode 177, Japanese]

Ai: No, just shut up and listen! Never again… Never are we going to exchange words ever again.

And as heard there with Alexis Tipton's Ai, Nano's cast delivers. Colleen Clinkenbeard, Ran's FUNi VA, kills it as Vermouth, Molly Zhang balances “cute” and “serious” Conan wonderfully, and Macy Anne Johnson pours so much emotion into her portrayal of Akemi, just to name a few.

[Clip from Episode 178, with Colleen Clinkenbeard as Vermouth]

Vermouth: And that's after I went out of my way to give him the handkerchief before the police questioned him. He deserved to die.

[Clip from Episode 230, with Colleen Clinkenbeard as Vermouth]

Vermouth: A secret makes a woman a woman. Don't you see? A woman is at her most beautiful when she has secrets to keep.

[Clip from Episode 176, with Molly Zhang as Conan]

Conan: Uh-huh! But it's okay, we're looking for them together. Let's go, Hana! Conan (deeper voice): Hey, what's the deal with you? You aren't acting like yourself. You're the one who said you wanted to tag along, aren't you?

[Clip from Episode 231, with Molly Zhang as Conan]

Conan: Don't run away, Ai. Not from this. Not from your destiny. Don't you dare run away.

[Clip from Episode 128, with Macy Anne Johnson as Akemi]

Akemi: Thank you, but... I have to disappoint you, Conan.

[Clip from Episode 129, with Macy Anne Johnson as Akemi]

Akemi: Don't worry about me. I'll be fine, Shiho. I'm more worried about you. Quit making drugs. There's so much more to life than a laboratory. Go make yourself a lover or two. I'm perfectly fine, I promise.

No, Studio Nano's dub isn't FUNimation's. (Even if returning voice actors can make it feel that way!) But not being FUNi doesn't mean it's not worth supporting. There's heart here, and a bit of that same FUNi flavor that made its dub so lovable.

Detective Conan is something of a comfort for me. And Studio Nano, just like FUNi, can feel so very cozy.

[Clip from Episode 129, Studio Nano dub]

Conan: I really appreciate all your help. Bye! Janitor: Of course. Have a good day!

[kyouka-supremacy]

I believe in the Dazai came from a rich family theory. Aside from him playing piano and all.... imagine if it was Dazai who actually gave Akutagawa the idea to wear those clothes? Like maybe Akutagawa looks like some goth kid because thats how Dazai's style was also like

That theory makes a lot of sense to me, I don't know why! His nihilism and disregard for material things really speak to me of someone who grew up with everything accessible to him and thus feels like all things material are equally meaningless. He so deeply lacks that strive to survive that is otherwise typical of Atsushi and Akutagawa's characters, so in a way it would make sense if his origins were the opposite of theirs. Then again, as I explained here, I would feel disappointed if that was confirmed: because I believe Dazai's real past should never be revealed at all and left to the readers' imagination, believe that he would suddenly become a lot more flat if there was a plain explanation to where he comes from, whatever explanation that was.

As for the piano, as it's been pointed out that's probably a reference to the author Ryuunosuke Akutagawa's work “piano”, so it may have nothing to do with Dazai– after all, it's just a vision of Akutagawa. That said, I have a feeling that if you were to ask the bsd author if Dazai knew how to play the piano, they would tell you “Of course he can play the piano, after all Dazai can do most anything!” (≧▽≦)

Finally, good news! Dazai canonly is the reason Akutagawa dresses like that! (At least as far as the coat and jabot go ahah)

[sweetpillarterf]

Sex work is work,” is a mantra increasingly echoed in policy circles, academic spaces and activist slogans. But who is behind the megaphone? And who is paying the price?

For most women and girls, especially from the Global South (and poor, racialized and displaced women everywhere), the notion that prostitution is freely chosen collapses under scrutiny. More often than not, entering the sex trade is not a choice, but an act of survival under patriarchal and capitalist constraints. So, who is sex work legalization really for?

Legalization is often framed as pragmatic, humane, even feminist—but too often it amounts to legal accommodation to systems that already fail women. Legalizing sex work as a solution to women’s economic conditions and sexual exploitation is akin to telling formerly enslaved people that sharecropping is their best option: a temporary fix that reinforces the injustice it claims to address. It doesn’t empower women, it commodifies them.

For women in the Global South, in particular, the line between “voluntary” and “forced” sex work is not just blurry, it is irrelevant. That binary is a Western invention, a privilege for those whose other options aren’t starvation, migration or abuse.

A 2025 survivor-led statement by the Coalition Against Trafficking in Women (CATW) makes plain: “There is no meaningful distinction between trafficking and prostitution in our lives. The systems of exploitation are the same, and the harm is the same. Legalizing prostitution has only made it easier for exploiters to operate with impunity.”

A 2012 study by Cho, Dreher and Neumayer analyzing data from 150 countries found “countries with legalized prostitution experience higher reported human trafficking inflows. … [This] suggests that legalization of prostitution increases demand, creating incentives for traffickers.”

When prostitution is legal, it is harder for us to escape.

Okoedion Blessing, a Nigerian trafficking survivor

If legalization doesn’t regulate, but instead expands, the sex industry, it not only makes it more lucrative—it also makes it more dangerous. Trafficking increases because demand increases. And what is demand, if not the legalized entitlement of (mostly male) buyers to the bodies of (mostly marginalized) women?

Yet the loudest voices pushing for legalization are rarely those of the women selling sex. According to CATW’s “Ten Reasons for Not Legalizing Prostitution, most pro-legalization discourse originates in Western institutions: academia, NGOs and so-called human rights organizations. Most supporters of sex work legalization are male. Missing from these conversations are the perspectives of African, Asian, Indigenous, Latin American and Eastern European women and girls—the majority of whom are targeted by traffickers and buyers precisely because they lack power, protection and access to alternatives.

The global survivor movement is saying loud and clear: We want out.

SpaceWOC, a coalition of feminists of color against the sex trade from around the world assert: “We are not a special interest group. We are the majority. Prostitution is not liberation for women of color, it is our exploitation repackaged.”

Yet their voices are dismissed, patronized or excluded altogether from policy platforms shaped by predominantly white, liberal and male stakeholders.

These groups also offer concrete alternatives: funding grassroots women’s organizations, implementing basic income to reduce vulnerability and adopting the Nordic Model, which decriminalizes individuals in prostitution while penalizing exploiters.

Okoedion Blessing, a Nigerian trafficking survivor who was enslaved in Italy after being unable to find a job in Nigeria, reaffirms the harms of prostitution: “Traffickers exploit our poverty and our dreams. They tell us we’re going to be hairdressers or caretakers. But we end up on the streets. And when prostitution is legal, it is harder for us to escape.”

Her story is not rare—it’s the norm. Legal sex industries provide cover for modern-day slavery.

In the U.S., Vednita Carter, founder of Afrocentric survivor-led organization Breaking Free, says: “It is mostly Black and Brown women who are targeted by pimps and buyers. Decriminalization lets these men off the hook. If a pimp is selling women, it doesn’t matter what his color is; he must be held accountable.”

Meanwhile, legal scholar Cheryl Nelson Butler critiques the dominance of empowerment narratives in Western academia: “These narratives erase the perspectives of women of color who view prostitution as a form of racialized and gendered oppression.”

We must ask: Why is prostitution the most viable option? What conditions make it seem like the only choice? And what would it mean, for all women, if buying sex were not legal, not normalized, but abolished?

This is certainly not about criminalizing women. It’s about building exit ramps before and after prostitution. Around the world, survivors call for investment in education, housing, trauma care and job training. In New York, GEMS (Girls Educational and Mentoring Services) helps girls leave the sex trade. Over half are now in college or completing high school.

Their success proves a simple truth: When women are given real alternatives, most choose freedom.

Instead of offering women legal exploitation, we can do better: We can offer safety, real economic opportunity and the dignity of work that does not require the sale of our bodies.

And even if some women “choose” sex work, should we organize society around that choice? Should freedom for some come at the cost of dignity and safety for most?

Legalizing sex work is not a step forward. It is a failure of imagination and justice.

[ultravioletqueen]

Some ideas I have for these maniacs:

🩸They're basically each other's ideal partners; Misa would be very happy to have someone with the same level of devotion and obsession as her. She'd be more than willing to be Sol's soulmate since she could see that he'd only choose her.

Sol would also be super happy to have a partner like Misa, who not only doesn't mind his obsessive tendencies, but even shares them! And Misa doesn't have to worry; he hates everyone who isn't his soulmate, and his interest will never fade.

🩸Knowing how mushy Sol can be, he would be MELTED with Misa's constant load of positive words towards him, from telling him how handsome he is to how much she loves him. She never lets Sol forget how much she cares for him, and Sol couldn't feel luckier.

🩸Misa would definitely want Sol to meet Rem! They're her two favorite people in the world, after all, but no matter how crazy Sol is, there's no way he won't be scared of Rem the first time he sees her.

The guy would almost have a heart attack and try to get Misa away from "the horrible monster that's following her around" Until she explains that Rem is her Shinigami friend, it takes the guy a few minutes to process the fact that his girlfriend literally has connections WITH ENTITIES FROM THE OTHER SIDE.

Rem and Sol wouldn't get along at all, but they both love Misa and want to see her happy, so they don't say anything to each other. It's a cold war pact in which they both decide not to interfere with each other's time with Misa (reluctantly in Sol's case, but he knows he can't beat a fucking Grim Reaper) for the sake of peace.

I think one way these two could relate other than Misa would be their lack of interest in other people, and they could both team up to kill potential "rivals" in order to protect Misa.

🩸OH GOD IF SOL FINDS OUT THAT MISA MADE THE SHINIGAMI EYES DEAL, HE'LL GO CRAZY💀 He's not mad at Misa! He's just mad that Rem didn't dissuade her enough from making that deal just to get his name, since in my opinion Misa became obsessed with Sol after seeing him once and obtained the Shinigami Eyes to access his name (she stalked him while he stalked her, true soulmates).

It's practically certain that if Misa makes the Eyes deal, sol also would want to do it with Rem, because Sol wants to live as many years as Misa and doesn't care if his lifespan is shortened as long as he can live the rest of his days with his soulmate.

They probably had a lot of ehh fun in bed after Sol explained to Misa his reasoning for having the Shinigami Eyes with her.

🩸I honestly think Sol would be bothered by the fact that Misa stays in her job after the incident with her almost-murderer, but I'd say he's calmer after remembering that Misa has A FUCKING SHINIGAMI AS HER BESTIE who would kill anyone who tries to hurt Misa, so Sol can rest easy knowing his soulmate isn't in danger as long as Rem is there.

🩸Honestly, I imagine Hyugo's reaction would be hilarious🤣🤣🤣 Misa is famous in Japan! And probably in other parts of the world! It would really be funny to see his reaction to seeing his loser friend bagged the goth version of Ariana Grande😂

Hyugo: YOU BAGGED MISA MISA?! THE MODEL AND ACTRESS?! HOW DID YOU DO IT?!

I think it would be even funnier if Hyugo was a fan of hers😅

🩸If Misa's parents' killer is still alive by now, well, he won't be soon💀 Knowing how protective Sol is, he'll most likely ask for Rem's help to kill the bastard who hurt Misa so horribly, one of the few moments of union between these two.

🩸Knowing how demanding Misa's career is, it's certain that Sol would want to take on the role of house husband to make sure Misa doesn't get overexerted.

Even if Misa knew how to cook, Sol would be the one to take care of that so she wouldn't have to worry about anything else after work. He always has his arms open for Misa when she's stressed and his ears ready to listen to her talk about her day.

🩸Both are childfree royalty because 1) neither would have the patience to take care of a baby, 2) both just want each other's attention, and 3) Misa values her job too much to give up having a baby. At most, she'd consider adopting, but she'd still be afraid the child would get more attention than her, so children are still a no-no for both of them.

🩸i can just imagine sol supporting misa in her career from behind the spotlight, whether it's bringing her food during her breaks, giving her more comfortable shoes to walk in when she's free, and helping her carry heavy things, his knees go soft when misa calls him "her guardian angel" or "her knight in shining armor" (he definitely rubs it in rem's face when he gets the chance).

🩸The amount of art Sol must have done of Misa is almost embarrassing, but Misa is more than happy to be his muse and even poses for several drawings. She loves the attention and always takes the initiative.

🩸Misa obviously doesn't reveal Sol's identity in interviews, but she does mention that she's in a romantic relationship with someone she calls her soulmate. You can bet Sol died happy after hearing that interview.

🩸As expected, both cover up each other's crimes. They both have skeletons in the closet (mainly Misa) and are jealous enough to kill anyone they consider a threat to their relationship or to each other. So, both are not only lovers but also partners in crime.

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Algunas ideas que tengo para estos maniacos:

🩸ambos son básicamente la pareja ideal del otro; misa estaría muy feliz de tener a alguien con su mismo nivel de devoción y obsesión, ella estaría más que dispuesta a ser el alma gemela de sol ya que podría ver que solo la escogería a ella.

Sol también estaría super feliz de tener a una pareja como misa, que no solo no le molesta sus tendencias obsesivas ¡sino que hasta las comparte! Y misa no tiene que preocuparse, el odia a todos que no sean su alma gemela y su interés nunca desaparecerá.

🩸sabiendo lo meloso que puede ser sol estaría DERRETIDO con la constante avalancha de palabras positivas de misa hacia el, desde decirle lo guapo que es hasta lo mucho que ella lo ama, ella nunca deja que sol olvide lo mucho que le importa y sol no podría sentirse más afortunado.

🩸¡misa definitivamente querría que sol conociera a rem! Son sus dos personas favoritas en el mundo después de todo, aunque no importa lo loco que esté sol no hay forma en la que no tenga miedo de rem la primera vez que la vea😅

El tipo casi se moriría de un ataque al corazón y trataría de alejar a misa de "el horrible engendro que la sigue" hasta que ella le explica que rem es su amiga shinigami, el chico necesita unos minutos para procesar el hecho de que su novia tiene literalmente conexiones CON ENTES DEL MAS ALLA.

🩸rem y sol no se llevarían bien, para nada, pero ambos aman a misa y quieren verla feliz, así que no se dicen nada entre ellos, es un pacto de guerra fría en la que ambos deciden no interponerse en el tiempo del otro con misa(a regañadientes en el caso de sol pero el sabe que no puede ganarle a una puta parca) por la paz.

Creo que una forma en la que estos dos podrían relacionarse aparte de misa seria el desinterés que tienen por las demás personas y ambos podrían aliarse para matar posibles "rivales" con tal de proteger a misa.

🩸AY DIOS SI SOL SE ENTERA QUE MISA HIZO EL TRATO DE LOS OJOS DE SHINIGAMI SE VUELVE LOCO💀 ¡no está enojado con misa! Solo esta enojado con el hecho de que rem no la disuadio lo suficiente de hacer ese trato solo con tal de conseguir su nombre, ya que para mi misa se obsesiono con sol tras verlo una vez y los ojos de shinigami los obtuvo para acceder a su nombre(lo stalkeo mientras el la stalkeaba, auténticas almas gemelas).

Es prácticamente certero de que si misa hace el trato de los ojos sol también quiera hacerlo con rem, porque sol quiere vivir los mismos años que misa y no le importa si su vida se acorta siempre y cuando pueda vivir el resto de sus días con su alma gemela.

Probablemente tuvieron em, mucha diversión en la cama después de que sol le explicara a misa su razonamiento para tener los ojos de shinigami con ella.

🩸la verdad yo creo que a sol si le llegaría a molestar el hecho de que misa siga teniendo su trabajo tras el incidente con su casi asesino, pero diría que esta más tranquilo tras recordar que misa tiene UN PUTO SHINIGAMI COMO SU BESTIE que mataría a cualquiera que trate de hacerle daño a misa, así que sol puede estar tranquilo sabiendo que su alma gemela no corre peligro mientras rem este ahí.

🩸honestamente me imagino que la reacción de hyugo sería divertidisima🤣🤣🤣 ¡misa es famosa en japon! ¡Y probablemente en otras partes del mundo! Realmente sería gracioso ver su reacción a ver a su amigo perdedor ligandose a la versión gótica de ariana grande😂

Hyugo:¡¿TE LIGASTE A MISA MISA?! ¡¿LA MODELO Y ACTRIZ?! ¡¿COMO LE HICISTE?!

creo que sería incluso más divertido si hyugo fuera fan suyo😅

🩸si el asesino de los padres de misa sigue vivo para este momento pues ya no lo estará dentro de poco💀 sabiendo lo protector que es sol lo más probable es que pida la ayuda de rem para matar al bastardo que lastimo de forma tan horrible a misa, uno de los pocos momentos de unión entre estos dos.

🩸sabiendo lo demandante que es la carrera de misa es certero que sol querría tomar el rol de amo de casa para asegurarse de que misa no se sobreexplote, incluso si misa supiera cocinar sol seria el que se encargaría de eso para que ella no tenga que preocuparse de nada más tras salir del trabajo, y siempre tiene los brazos abiertos para misa cuando ella está estresada y sus oídos listos para escucharla hablar sobre su día.

🩸ambos son reyes childfree porque 1)ninguno tendría la paciencia para cuidar un bebé 2)ambos solo quieren la atención del otro y 3)misa aprecia demasiado su trabajo para hechar su cuerpo a la borda teniendo un bebé, a lo mucho consideraría adoptar pero todavía tendría miedo de que el niño tenga más atención que ella así que los niños siguen siendo un no por ambas partes.

🩸me puedo imaginar a sol apoyando a misa en su carrera desde atras de los reflectores, ya sea trayéndole comida en sus descansos, dándole zapatos más cómodos para caminar cuando esté libre y ayudandole a llevar cosas pesadas, sus rodillas se ponen blandas cuando misa lo llama "su ángel guardian" o "su caballero de brillante armadura"(definitivamente se lo restriega a rem en la cara cuando tiene la oportunidad).

🩸la cantidad de arte que sol habrá hecho de misa es casi vergonzosa, pero misa esta más que feliz de ser su musa y hasta posa para varios dibujos, ella adora la atención y siempre toma la iniciativa.

🩸misa obviamente no revela la identidad de sol en entrevistas pero si menciona que esta en una relación romántica a quien llama su alma gemela, puedes apostar a que sol murió feliz tras escuchar esa entrevista.

🩸como es de esperarse ambos incubren los crímenes del otro, los dos tienen esqueletos en el closet(principalmente misa) y son lo suficientemente celosos para matar a quien consideran amenazas a su relación o al otro, así que ambos no solo son amantes sino también socios criminales.

These two would be a match made in hell in the best way possible tbh, besides there's so much tropes that would fit them!

Yandere x yandere, pretty gf x obbsesed bf, mentally untsable x mentally unstable, goth x goth/pastel, and many more!

I just think that they would match each others level of freak lol

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Estos dos serían una pareja hecha en el infierno en el mejor sentido ¡además, hay un montón de clichés que les irían de maravilla!

Yandere x Yandere, novia guapa x novio obsesionado, mentalmente inestable x mentalmente inestable, gótico x gótica/pastel, ¡y muchas más!

Creo que encajarían a la perfección en cuanto a nivel de locura lol.

[fleetstreetpies]

Working retail over the holidays while disabled and recovering from a persistent stomach virus (not Covid; i tested negative) is kinda fucking insane.

Joints? Hurting. Asthma? Attacking. Migraines? Attacking. Sensory processing? Overloaded. Anxiety disorder? Causing severe panic attacks. Autism? Causing meltdowns. Hands? Tremor-ing. Tachycardia? Causing me to faint.

And yet, even having to occasionally share inhalers and electrolytes and glucose tablets and everything else among my coworkers, we persist. Nobody else is gonna do it. It’s a group of old ladies and younger people of colour standing in at the front lines against last minute shoppers. And I’m still on my shift, on lunch. It never ends. We aren’t getting adequate breaks. The people who were in before me stayed over. We’ve had lines out the door all day. We don’t have enough hands.

And yet we persist.

But why? Why put ourselves through this?

Because we need money, and because nobody else will do it.

Non retail workers: please be extra kind and extra patient with your retail workers. We’re doing our best. We only have two hands, two feet, two ears. We are trying to get to all of you. Please give us a bit of time. We’ll get to you soon.

[strollsroyce]

so i'm growing into my new voice right and embracing that i'm probably properly a (low?) tenor, so i'm looking for music that fits my voice, and this is how i find out john barrowman sings?????

[ravenouswreckage]

(( The more I think about it the more I realize there's an unspoken hierarchy to Miranda's partners, a hierarchy that's absolutely more natural to her in both her culture and in being a royal in their own specific subculture, but one that's a lot harder to describe to anyone else.

I think touch is a pretty good measure of it. Miranda does like to be touched and even has a preference for receiving, but most of her partners are discouraged from or just don't touch her. She can touch them and she gets them off, likewise getting off from more sight and a demonstration of her skills and the ability to pleasure someone else, but she doesn't want them to touch her. They are not allowed to touch her, and they are not allowed to enter her. They are her toys and she will do with them what she wants, but what she wants has very specific uses.

Partners that she likes more and is closer to, she allows to them to touch more or to enter her. This isn't to say she can't do so as a form of domination in its own right, but it's a different sort of preference, something that Miranda doesn't talk about. She doesn't talk about it or directly mention it, beyond telling people that they aren't allowed to touch her, or where she wants them to touch, but it's still there. Her preferred partners, those that she likes and wants the most, are most encouraged to touch her and to hold her, or even allowed to get a little rough with her.

Honestly, Miranda has... A complicated relationship with sex. There's already her existing sexual trauma, but then comes the cultural issues adding on top of it, making it hard for her to communicate intentions or emotions or even basic standards and wants. People don't understand things that are simple to her, and they don't understand why certain things are more complicated than they appear. She doesn't know how to communicate to landfolk what a casual merfolk fling looks like and how it's different from what she does with a landfolk, and she doesn't know how to talk about all of the tiny differences that make her tense up with a landfolk but be more than happy with another merfolk. Especially it doesn't help to add in her own trauma, and how her brain manages and compartmentalizes it in a merfolk lens that won't necessarily make sense to explain to a landfolk.

Especially not with how the land can treat her sometimes. It's often very rough for her, coming from a species and a culture which treats sex as a casual thing done for simple bonding and connection without a whole lot of pretense, a subculture which treats sex as a form of agreement that means that she has to be extra careful with even mentioning it without it potentially being used for blackmail or to lie about her, and going up to a place which often demeans her and treats her as an animal for her body and the way it functions, or fetishes her as less of a person and moreso just a sexual object. She can't do what she was taught to do without being labelled a prude, she can't do what her culture tells her is a simple social function without being labelled a freak or only isolated down to a sex object, she can't have sex in a way that doesn't feel upsetting or traumatizing to her without forcing someone through intense discussion of her people that she's not fully capable of doing and that they tell her to just stop before she even gets partially through it all.

She keeps getting conflicting messaging when it comes to social relationships and the merfolk relationship hierarchy, and that extends to sex too, where it feels like things break apart on too many axes for Miranda to ever truly want someone else to touch her.

[butnobodycame627]

sorry I'm rewatching su and once again I'm a little mad about Peridot. like I love this show this show it great but where is my disability rep whyyy did you get rid of her limb enhancers whyyy did you give her powers. those were disability aids please 😭😭

[gender-euphowrya]

y'all know cis people don't think it's normal for trans people to not transition right ?

[chronicbitchsyndrome]

i have been in community with profoundly developmentally disabled peers and peers with brain damage my whole life, bc i had a childhood diagnosis. i have also been leftist my whole life; my mother was a marxist and raised me that way, and while their politics were absolute dogshit, they were lefty dogshit.

my entire life, i have seen leftist educators throw mentally disabled people away as "lost causes" because they couldn't engage with the material the way it was being presented. leftist outreach and education does, genuinely, have a massive lack of accessible material. to be blunt, people are not interested in retrofitting their leftist outreach to be accessible to people who learn best through episodes of sesame street.

as in, i have repeatedly faced outright laughter and cruelty over the idea that this could be a priority. or even something that we consider doing at all.

"people who are that mentally disabled don't need to know about these things," the kindest interpretation goes. ("people who are that mentally disabled don't interact with the world, anyway, they're all in institutions or monitored 24/7 by their parents," the uncharitable underlying assumptions go. "they wouldn't be a worker who needs a union. or a library attendee. or a member of the community garden. or a volunteer at the food bank. or or or")

the people i have seen this hurt the worst, over and over again, are profoundly mentally disabled people of color whose lack of access to accessible antiracist education is causing real danger in their lives. institutionalized disabled people of color who have learned racist ideology and behaviors from white authority, whether they were adopted by white families or incarcerated in care institutions run by white staff. who are treated lower than garbage by leftist educators, who view them as "lost causes," as unworthy of time and effort and attention, as deserving of their abuses because they... what... internalized the abuses that make up every aspect of their lives since birth?

i see people saying things in this conversation like "disability isn't an excuse for racism or transphobia or whatever, people have the obligation to improve themselves." oh, believe me, i have seen again and again how many privileged disabled people utilize their disabilities to punch down on others, try to escape accountability for their punching down by citing disability. but individual weaponization of identity is just that: weaponization of identity.

the power structures at play are what they are. it is a noble and admirable goal to want leftist outreach and education to be more accessible to all. if that is truly your goal, you must eventually reckon with the existence of people who do, actually, really need it presented in a picture book. or an episode of bluey. or a conversation where you only use examples of people they know in real life, using things that happened to them personally. the existence of people who cannot grasp forms of abstract reasoning, who need information presented as rules, or as guidelines, or as categories. the idea that yes, fully grown adults who need daniel tiger to explain racism to them are human beings who not only deserve access to that very thing, but who also deserve to be a part of leftist spaces and benefit from leftist organizing. are people for whom it might be INTEGRAL they get to be a part of leftism. are victims of racism themselves and suffering without access to antiracist spaces and community and support.

and you will need to reckon with the abject cruelty of your peers who laugh and mock the very idea of this. you need to reckon with the fact that a lot of people you respect, a lot of leftists doing genuinely good work, will respond to this by making fun of the people you're serving, even outright telling you their violent fantasies about these people. that is the experience of organizing in leftist spaces for profoundly disabled people. that is why so many of us burn out so fast. there IS a structural problem with mentally disabled people being seen as disposable and not a part of community. and it is EXTREMELY present in leftist organizing and outreach efforts.

[ms-spkhd]

It's not like there's anything inherently wrong with Steve. Just...weird. Odd. A wealth of other various synonyms to describe his decidedly bizarre behavior.

Well, Bizarre's a strong word.

But Eddie's point still stands! Steve's a little to the left and it makes Eddie feel endlessly awkward for noticing. The fact that he's uncomfortable about it compounds his unease over it.

"Wanna talk about it, then?" Jeff asks, riffling idly through the record crate. Of course, the one day off they spend window-shopping in Indianapolis results in Eddie getting the fucking 'let's discuss our feelings about things' talk from Jeff. He wonders how the man isn't green with sickness from therapizing all the goddamn time.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "I'd look like an idiot."

"Would the idiot keep running or confront his problems head-on?"

"This feels like a trap."

"Oh yeah," Jeff says simply.

"Like the ones with the cardboard box and the stick."

"Pre-cisely."

Eddie's shoulders slump in defeat. Better the idiot who speaks, he supposes. "He's very smiley about me being gay."

"Smiley."

"Smiley. As in he's acting like I vomit flowers and shit rainbows." Eddie shakes his head in frustration. "I'm not opposed to the support and everything...it's just that. He's like an octave higher than usual about it."

Jeff purses his lips in thought. "Like, his voice?"

"No--like...like, he's very enthusiastic about my sexuality."

Eddie leans back against the shelf behind him. Steve's a nice guy, really, but the way he goes about his support of Eddie feels like he's trying to compensate for something. A lack of empathy when he was younger, perhaps.

"He always asks if I have a boyfriend, or if I've been hooking up with any guys lately--which, hello, does he not know that queer metalhead nerd isn't a very hot item here?"

Jeff pulls a face but nods in understanding.

"And when I tell him obviously no, he says he can hook me up with his, what? Fucking father's brother's cousin's former roommate? It's like he's begging for a double date with him and his new squeeze, it's goddamn ridiculous." "New squeeze?"

"I'm hyperbolizing." Eddie blows a raspberry and shrugs. "He says it's sad that I don't have someone for how good-looking I am. You're making the face again."'

Jeff snaps out of whatever trance he's in, his drawn eyebrows shooting up to his hairline in surprise. After his gawking mouth clacks shut, he cautiously gestures at Eddie to continue.

"It's stupid," Eddie concedes, "but I really don't understand what changed, y'know? He used to be this cool, confident guy with a dorky side, but now he's just so...I don't know."

Jeff smiles lightly and knocks Eddie's shoulder with his. "I have a theory."

"Go on."

"I think Steve isn't being supportive."

"Uh-huh."

"Far from it, actually."

"Yeah. Whatever you say, chief."

"He isn't smothering you," Jeff points out. "He wants to fuck you."

Eddie blinks. Takes a moment to access and really take in what Jeff just said. "What?"

"Or at least, he wants you in an entirely non-friendly and possibly even carnal way."

"Excuse me?"

"Biblically."

"Dude," Eddie insists. "What. The. Fuck."

Jeff raises his hands placatingly. "Steve clearly likes you. A lot. He probably sees you being gay as an in for him."

"Okay, well, I don't understand. He tries to set me up with randos he knows all the time."

"He called you good-looking."

"While he was trying to set me up with said rando!"

"Guys like him have a really backward way of doing things." Eddie crosses his arms sternly. "Or he's straight," he says.

"Again," Jeff asserts. "Good. Looking. Dude, he's fucking obsessed with you! You said he's an octave higher around you now, right?"

"Because he's a well-meaning friend?"

"Eddie, remember when he crashed band practice last week?"

Oh yeah, Eddie remembers that. The man of the hour randomly parked in Gareth's driveway, leaned against his Beemer with his arms crossed, and watched Eddie play like he fucking hung the moon. Afterward, he'd sung his praises for the band and gave Eddie a yellow guitar pick attached to a sparkling silver chain. "Found the pick a couple of towns south with Robin the other day. Reminded me of you," he said softly. "Since you lost your last one."

It went unspoken where Eddie lost 'the last one'.

Eddie remembers smiling back at Steve with the force of a thousand supernovas, and thinking later in the night that it felt like a scene from a romance movie. Steve's favorite color is yellow, isn't it? It was like he wanted a piece of himself with Eddie at all times, right next to his heart.

Eddie didn't want to give himself that stupid hope. That Steve Harrington wanted in on his heart.

It doesn't feel so stupid anymore.

He looks back at Jeff and says, "Oh."

"Yeah, oh."

Part two

[cosmic-dust-poltergeist]

Imagine an AU where the GIW are less Ghost Hunters and more scientific. Being Ecto-Biologists and trying to learn more with as little harm to creatures, but of course fumbling a bit because it's a new field of science.

Just, the GIW getting lucky and capturing Danny as Phantom, knocking him out in the process. No vivisecting or cruel tests happen. Instead he's put in a room they designed with the younger ghosts in mind, (here's soft toys and blankets, Legos, books for a wide range of ages, things of that nature) but it's not perfect because they didn't know who'd they get.

They feel terrible when Phantom has a full-blown panic attack when he wakes up and crams himself into a corner so he can see the whole room. They quickly send in the onsight psychologist to help him through the attack and explain his new situation. His reactions are way too real for them to be faked.

A few days later, while trying to let Phantom settle into his new environment, they catch a second ghost and learn he can tell they have someone new, but the other ghost can't sense him. Phantom's fear and depression turning into worry (for both the ghost and humans) and determination, his attempts to break out of his room increases significantly. It makes them realize Phantom is a very social ghost and probably needs to see his "friends" to be healthy, but since they know what "ghost fights" look like they can't allow it yet. They need to ghostproof a large area without destroying anything.

Cue the GIW catching a few more ghosts and realizing Phantom is a bit odd for ghosts. He's the only one that they NEED to send the psychologist in regularly because of panic attacks, and start to realize Phantom is getting sick. They're not quite sure what his obsession is, they think it might be either space related or protection related since he's very passionate about both, but the poor ghost is literally starving and it's devastating to the scientists observing him. They can't understand what makes this ghost so different to the others, whom they've all gotten settled and, while not exactly happy, content. They've gotten really good at providing what the other ghosts need and gained enough trust for them to talk to them about their species. It helps when the GIW explain that this is meant to be more of a catch and release program, they just don't have access to a portal yet and are using the time it takes to build one to understand them all better.

A good chunk of the other ghosts express genuine concern over Phantom when they're told he's been there the longest. No one is sure it's healthy for Danny to be ghost so long, but aren't sure how to explain without outing the Halfa.

Phantom ends up passing out and reverting back to Danny, outing himself, because of lack of food or water. He'd be less skeletal if he could indulge in either of his obsessions, but neither were plausible while captive in a secret government base. He wakes up very distraught in a ghostproofed medbay.

The GIW is VERY confused and concerned by Danny's everything, but several behaviors make sense to them now and they start providing for his human half instantly.

He ends up explaining his situation and how it happened the best he can. He realizes they weren't trying to hurt him or the other ghosts, but still feels better when they wheel him around the base to see the ghosts (he's too weak to walk or turn ghost currently) and the scientists are intrigued by how happy and concerned the ghosts are to see the kid still kicking.

The ghosts were more meh to see either other, but are literally vibrating with glee to see the kid. They later explain they tend to see the "little protector spirit" as a cute baby or annoying little brother.

The GIW aren't sure what to do with the kid now. They originally planned to send him through the portal with the rest, but he's part human? They are even less sure when they find out his parents are the FENTONS who definitely didn't know. The whole situation turns into a mess, but this is their kid now. They shall help him.

[y3sterdaysproblem]

𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮 - 𝙛𝙬𝙗!𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨

cw: mentions of smoking, smut

wc: 2.5k

“you want food first?” chris asks, turning his head to look at you where you sat in his passenger seat for a moment before returning his eyes to the road.

“before I ride you?” you question, your own head popping up from looking at your phone to stare at his side profile, eyes trailing over his seemingly flawless jawline, the pout of his lips, his nose that fit his face perfectly. “fuck no, I wanna smoke, park, fuck, then you buy me food once we get snacky.”

chris let out a laugh, straight line of teeth visible from behind his lips. “okay,” he agreed with a small nod, pointing to his glove compartment. “brought you something.”

you tilt your head curiously, turning your attention to his glovebox, hand reaching out to open it. once it drops open, you let out a small gasp and grab the thin, long box wrapped with a little red bow. “what is this?” you say excitedly, pulling it into your lap, quickly pulling the bow undone.

chris peeks over at you one more time, a smile still present on his face. “just open it, dumbass.”

you listen, popping the lid off the box and gasping again, letting out a small squeal when you see what’s inside. “a new cart?!” you ask, looking back up at him to see him already watching, car stopped at a red light.

“yeah, it’s a hybrid, too,” he informs you, nodding his head towards it. “figured we could smoke that tonight.”

you grin and reach forward to pinch his cheek, shaking it aggressively to which he groaned and pushed your hand away from him. “you know me so well,” you beam, bringing your attention back to the cart, pulling it out of the box and clicking the little square button five times, watching as the little light turns on to indicate it’s ready.

“I know,” chris shrugs, starting to drive again. he’s headed towards a spot you guys have parked at a couple times, a secluded area tucked into a forest preserve that nobody really showed up at anymore, ignoring the fact that it was closed past sunset.

it doesn’t take long for you guys to get there, but despite the little time between opening the new cart and getting to your spot, you both have hit it enough times to start feeling the effects, your eyes getting heavy and body feeling lighter. “chris,” you say through a small giggle as you guys are parking, turning your body to face him in your seat.

“yeah?” he responds, throwing the car into park and pulling off his seatbelt, turning to look at you as well. your grin only widened as his attention fell on you, feeling nothing but confident under his gaze. “you are so hot,” you tell him, eyes wandering over his all black outfit, soaking in his appearance.

“y’think so?” chris says with a smirk, leaning back in his chair, his hand coming down to the side of it to mess with the buttons, starting to move himself backwards, farther away from the steering wheel. “wanna show me how hot you think I am?”

you nod slightly, pulling your own seatbelt off and climbing over to sit atop his thighs, resting comfortably in his lap as your hands came up to thread through his hair. “you’re already hard,” you mumble, eyes scanning over his face as he stared up at you through hooded, lust fill eyes. “yeah, because I can’t stop thinking about you on top of me,” chris responds, his hands landing on your thighs where they pushed your dress up slightly. “a sun dress is kind of a crazy choice.”

you laugh and nod slightly in agreement, moving your hips on top of his slightly. “I know, it’s a little cold but I wanted you to have easy access.” you reach down to prove your point, pulling the dress up over your stomach to reveal your lack of underwear, hearing chris’s breath catch in his throat.

“fuck, you’ve been in my car with no underwear all this time?” he asks, instantly bringing his hand between your legs and dragging his middle fingers between your folds, fascinated by the sight in front of him. “would’ve had you touching yourself this whole time if I knew.”

you laugh softly and grab his jaw to tilt his head up, meeting his eyes again. “i’m already gonna do all the work right now, wanted to save my energy,” you say teasingly, leaning down to close the distance between you two, pressing your lips firmly against chris’s. he immediately returned the kiss, his fingertips pressing into the skin of your thighs where they rested, other hand still touching you where you needed him the most, spreading your folds apart and pressing into your clit, eliciting a small whine that slipped through your nostrils.

both of your lips part and your tongues meet in the middle, dancing together as he pressed his fingers inside of you, letting out his own groan as he felt how wet you were. “what’s got you all wet for me, hm?” chris asks lowly, pulling away from your lips for a moment. you’re annoyed at the lack of content, but that feeling is quickly washed away when his fingers curl inside of you, pulling out another small noise from your mouth. “you,” you respond breathily, hips grinding down on chris’s hand slowly. “thinking about you.”

chris smiles lazily up at you, keeping his eyes focused on your face that was slightly above his. “me?” he implores, raising an eyebrow. “what about me?”

he’s starting to slowly fuck you with his fingers, making you more and more breathless by the seconds passing, eyelids threatening to flutter shut. “this. you inside me in any way. told you, just looking at you gets me so horny.” you’re whining now, desperate for more friction, practically riding his fingers as they pressed up against your walls. you let go of your dress and reach down to grab the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging to let him know what you want, and he quickly obliged and raises his hips for you to pull them down just to his thighs, along with his briefs, revealing his hard cock, desperate for its own attention. “can I?” you ask him, ripping your gaze from his lap to his eyes, seeing how glazed over they were.

he nods, pulling his fingers from inside you and instead rubbing circles on your clit as you moved your knees slightly to position yourself above him, slowly sinking down on him. “shit,” you gasp, feeling blissed out from him inside you and stimulating you with his fingers. “you fill me up so good.”

“yeah?” chris hums, pulling his hand away and using both to push up your dress again, bunching it over your hips for a clear view of how well you were taking him. “tell me more.”

you laugh, shaking your head at his attempt to get you to feed into his ego. “you’re so conceited,” you comment, leaning forward to press your lips together again, this time in a slower, drawn out kiss, tongues moving together as if you have all the time in the world. his hand comes up to cup your jaw and hold you close, his touch sending a shiver down your spine as you feel the wetness of his fingers on your skin, loving the way he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

your hips still moved up and down, slow and sensual like you had promised him in the texts, soft r&b floating through his speakers in the background, only intensifying the mood in the car. it was hard to admit to yourself, and you’d never say it out loud, but sometimes being with chris felt like the world around you both had disappeared and you were the only two in existence, using each other’s bodies for your own pleasure. tonight felt no different, the way he held onto your face to keep you close, his other hand rubbing from your waist to your hip as you moved on top of him, his touch saying everything he couldn’t with his mouth pressed against yours.

you pull away from him slightly, both of your hands resting on either side of his neck, foreheads pressed together as your breath mingles between your faces, the pace of your hips slowing slightly as you look down at chris’s expression, a small smile lighting up your face. “you look good like this,” you whisper, catching his attention. “like what?” he asks in the same volume, using his hand that’s already on your face to push some hair behind your ear before resting back on your jaw again. “like this,” you say, nodding slightly. “relaxed, sitting back and letting me do all the work. holding me and making me feel all wanted and shit.”

chris lets out a small, quiet laugh and rolls his eyes, sliding his left hand around to squeeze your ass roughly. “shut up and keep doing what you’re best at, yeah? y’talk too much.”

you scoff and return the eye roll, but you pick up your hips nonetheless, rocking against him again. you switch your position slightly and lean back against the steering wheel, careful to not lean on the horn, placing one hand on the door and the other on his knee, head falling back slightly at the change in angle, giving chris a perfect view of your chest up to your throat. he’s unable to resist the temptation, his hands reaching up to pull the top of your dress down, exposing your tits to him, nipples hard from arousal. “fuuuck,” he groans at the sight, taking in your whole figure; your thighs straining on either side of him, his cock sliding in and out of you as you bounced on top of him, stomach tensing as your hips moved, tits bouncing perfectly with the action. “this is what you were made for, hm? made to take me whenever I want you. god, I wish you could see yourself.” he’s running his hands all over your body as he speaks, finally landing on your waist to help you with your movements, sensing your legs tiring out.

you pull your head back up and look down your body, watching as he disappears inside of you over and over, feeling overwhelmed at the sight. “you fill me up so well, chris, gonna make me cum,” you whine, pushing yourself back up so your chests are almost pressed together again, grabbing onto his shoulders tightly as your pace picked up, feeling your orgasm approaching. he trails his fingers back down to touch you again, pulling a string of whimpers from your lips as he helped you, the sounds of both of your moans filling the car.

“that’s it,” he praises, still circling around your clit as your body shakes, fingers digging into his skin roughly as your orgasm crashes down on you, eyes clenched shut tight. you tuck your face into his neck as you slow down, hips twitching as chris’s fingers coax you through the end of it.

“my god,” you sigh into his skin, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. your senses are overwhelmed with his cologne, a scent you’ve grown too familiar with over the past who knows how long, one that makes your heart leap when it floods your nose.

you take a few moments to relax, breathing leveling out into his neck, before you start to move again, pulling almost all the way off of him before dropping down again. he groans at the feeling, letting his eyes flutter shut and his head fall back against the headrest, focusing his mind on the way you felt around him. “you fill me up so well,” you whisper into his skin, starting to place small kisses along it, feeling goosebumps arising under your lips at the touch. “so big inside me, stretching me out so nice.” you’re feeding into his size kink to bring him closer, smiling against him as you hear a small whine leave his lips, his hands digging into your hips roughly.

“that’s it, just focus on how good i’m making you feel,” you hum, teeth nipping at his skin. leaving marks was something you both were typically against, as you were each sleeping with different people, but you always knew when he’d let you do it, and it was when he was so close, teetering on the edge of completion when he would fully surrender his body to you, let you do whatever you wanted as he creeped closer and closer. you suckled on his skin softly, but hard enough to leave a red-purple bruise on his pale skin, smiling when you pulled away and laid your eyes on it. “gonna cum for me, chris?” you ask, sitting straight up and picking up your pace, dropping your hips back onto his roughly.

“mmhmmm,” chris nods his head, keeping his eyes shut as his mouth slowly opened, teeth clenching together and sucking air through them as his eyebrows furrowed, letting you know he was close.

“cum inside me, please, chris, I need it so bad,” you whine, turning up the dramatics for his own pride, hands resting on his chest for leverage as you rode him, letting small moans and whimpers leave your mouth.

“fuck, i’m-, oh my god,” chris stutters, fingers gripping into your skin with a bruising pressure, his back pushing off the seat slightly as he groaned loudly, dick twitching inside you as he came, small whimpers slipping out with each breath, his head coming forward to rest on your bare chest. “jesus christ,” he croaks out, wrapping his arms around your waist lazily to hold you close.

you smile and press your face into his hair, hands trailing around to his back. “dunno bout you but that sounded like whimpers to me,” you say quietly, a teasing lilt in your voice.

chris groans and lands a playful, although harsh, slap on your ass, making you gasp loudly. “I do not whimper,” he mumbles into the skin on your chest, lips pressing against your cleavage, moving them to the side slightly to nip at the skin of your breast.

“ouch,” you grab him by the hair and pull him away, making him tilt his head back and look up at you, revealing his fucked out smile that spread from ear to ear. “fuck, you’re hot,” you comment, leaning down to press your lips against his roughly, groaning when his hand came up to your throat to hold you in place.

you’re kissing for a few minutes, basking in the post sex relaxation in each other’s company, chris still nestled inside you as his free hand ran over your body. he pulls his face away and uses his grip on you to push you away from him slightly, smirking at your dazed expression. “get off of me before I charge up again. i’m hungry.” he tells you, letting go of your throat, making you pout.

“I got something you can eat,” you say, moving your hips slightly.

“shut the fuck up,” chris laughs, pushing you off of him with faux aggression, unable to stop himself from admiring the way your giggles filled the space.

a/n: hey

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[wildestdreamsblog]

My Love, let me go

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (Idol AU)

Summary: Breaking up with him during his military service was, initially, a good idea...until you found out that someone like him just wouldn't let go. (One shot)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, , If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: An effect of my brainrot (also have u see taehyung??? That in itself is an explanation enough) ✨

While the whole country and perhaps, even the whole world, waited in anticipation for June 10, 2025, you gnawed your lips in worry.

While the entire country screamed purple with his face splattered everywhere you looked, your heart was beating with anxiety for his return.

While people have been swarming in the country for his comeback, you wanted nothing but to leave.

If you could, you would have escaped the country by now. In fact, it was not from the lack of trying. You had planned months ahead; your luggage and plane tickets were all ready to go. Your leave was already planned in your work. Your itinerary for the whole month away from South Korea was planned, budget executed down to the single won. You were ready.

You knew you were ready.

However, what you failed to account was him.

You should have known, though, that you couldn’t outplan a manipulator such as Kim Taehyung.

Everything that could go wrong that day did go wrong.

First, your airline emailed you with an apology—your flight had been rescheduled to next week due to a sudden technical issue. You clenched your jaw, told yourself it was fine. You’d just leave the city instead. Maybe escape to the countryside.

So you booked a train ticket.

Your card got declined.

You blinked at the error message in disbelief. Moments later, your bank sent you a polite notification informing you that due to a “suspicious transaction,” your card had been frozen pending a thorough investigation.

Fine. You’d drive, then.

Except, of course, your car wouldn't start.

You stared at the motionless vehicle in your driveway, a bitter laugh escaping your lips.

Perfect.

Kim Taehyung: 1. You: 0.

And he hadn’t even arrived yet.

You didn’t have access to your money. You couldn’t use your car. You couldn’t even go to the place you already paid for. You were sadly, for all intents purposes, helpless and stuck.

The freedom you felt since he enlisted was slipping through your fingers by second, the weakened hold he had on you that you fought so desperately to loosen was starting to tighten again. You could feel it in your chest, your throat closing up like it always did when you sensed him near.

He hadn’t done anything directly yet…and the last time you spoke to him was when you went to visit him in his camp to end things. It had taken everything in you to face him, to stand in front of that beautiful, dangerous man and tell him you were walking away. It had taken too much of you to look into his dark and beautiful eyes to tell him that you and him were over.

But even now, you wondered—was it really courage? Or just convenience?

Because the truth was, you waited. You waited until he was safely behind gates and schedules, too far away to reach you, too confined by uniform and duty to chase after you and tear your resolve to pieces like he always did.

You ended things when you knew he couldn’t stop you.

And somehow, that made it worse. Because if there’s one thing you knew about Kim Taehyung, it’s that he never lost. Not really.

Worst of all, he never intended to lose you.

You had stood there, heart pounding, words trembling out of your mouth like fragile glass, fully expecting a reaction. Anger, disbelief, maybe even pain.

But he laughed.

He laughed like you had just told the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Head thrown back, shoulders shaking, lips stretched in that maddeningly beautiful smirk—he laughed so hard that soldiers and officers turned to stare. He laughed for too long until he uttered the words that still haunted you to this day.

Love, we will never be over.

You walked away that day, blocked his number, changed your address and never looked back.

Well, until now.

But that had been more than a year ago, you told yourself. A whole enlistment cycle. A whole lifetime, almost. He was a superstar—the superstar. There was no way he was still holding onto that, right?

Right?

And yet, deep down, under the logic and self-reassurance, under the layers of “he’s moved on” and “you’re safe now,” a familiar chill coiled in your spine.

Because if there was one thing you’d learned from loving him—it was that Kim Taehyung never forgot.

Looking back, there was no way for you to know that someone so well-loved by the public like him could be so…ruthless. So possessive. So traditional.

There was no way you could have known. The world adored him. He was beloved—a walking contradiction of mystery and warmth, always poised with that elegant ease, always smiling like the world had never bruised him. With his slow, thoughtful words and strange little quirks, Taehyung disarmed everyone, and you were no exception.

If only you weren’t swayed by his charming smile, or of how strange he was in the most beautiful way, then maybe you wouldn’t be hiding right now. Yes, you were terrified of him, but it wasn’t because you thought he would physically hurt you.

No.

You were scared of him because of how intense he loved you.

He loved you too deeply that there was no way it would ever be normal. He loved you too deeply that there was no more room for you in the us that he imagined.

Back then, he wanted to know everything—every detail of your day. What you ate. What time you slept. Whether your coworker was a man or woman. And when knowing wasn't enough, he wanted control. Where you went. Who you were with. Why you didn’t text back fast enough. Why your voice sounded tired. Why you were smiling in a photo someone else took.

At first, you made excuses. You called it passion. You called it longing. You rationalized that someone as big as he was basically could not have a simple relationship. That someone like Taehyung, someone so famous and busy, was just desperate to hold on to something real. That you were that something.

But even when you saw him almost every weekend, despite both of your demanding jobs, it was never enough. He was never satisfied with moments. He wanted all of you. He wanted to consume you. He wanted control.

Where you went. Who you were with. Why you didn’t text back fast enough. Why your voice sounded tired. Why you posted that story without tagging him. Why you looked so happy in someone else’s photo.

He said it was because he missed you. Because loving you from a distance was unbearable.

And you believed him.

He wanted you by his side, always— Wanted you on every tour, in every city, behind every curtain.

He wanted to be the only person you needed. And every night, he wanted to consume you—body, mind, time, and soul.

He asked you to quit your job so you could always be with him.

Said it so calmly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Because, as he told you, he was the man. He should be taking care of you. His woman should not have to lift a finger to live. “Whatever you want,” he said, “it’s yours.”

But you never wanted to give up your independence. He never understood that despite the endless explanations you gave him.

You had seen what that looked like. You saw how dependent your mother was to your father, and you didn’t want that from you. You never wanted to ask a man for anything.

Taehyung quite literally hated how you couldn’t be with him in each tour or how you couldn’t live with him. In turn, you hated how he couldn’t just let go. You hated how he could not accept that you needed to be independent despite loving him.

You were too tired of it all that at one point, you told him that it was best for you two to see other people. And he just stared at you, eyes dark and wide with disbelief. Then he laughed. Not loud, not cruel. Quiet. Frightening, to which he answered why you needed anyone when you had him.

He said that maybe it was best to remove those people from your life.

Perhaps, asking him to breakup was the wrong thing to say.

Back then, you thought that that was the end, that you signifying your discontent with the relationship would mean it was over between the two of you.

You should have known that there was no leaving Taehyung.

If he couldn’t control you, he would control the situation. He was good at it, you surmised, shaping how other people see him.

He was good at playing the victim.

He was good at manipulating people into thinking that his love was normal and that he couldn’t live without you. He played it too well that you even villainized yourself when he got hospitalized.

They said he collapsed. Said he hadn’t eaten. Said he had broken down.

Fans were worried, news of his health took the social media in storm.

Park Jimin had shown up at your door, eyes bloodshot, jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. He shoved past you without asking and stood in your living room like he owned the place.

“I didn’t know you were like this,” he said bitterly. “He only ever loved you. And what did you do?”

“You left him.” His voice shook. “How can you be so cruel?”

You had no answer. Because somehow, Taehyung had made even you question yourself.

Had it really been that bad? Hadn’t he always just loved you… deeply?

You came back. Of course you did.

But after that, he was even worse.

 And now, here you were, uncertain of whether the events that just transpired were back luck or someone who was pulling the strings.

Despite that, your paranoia lessened as days went by.

It was like what happened the day of his discharge were just fluke because what followed was silence. News of him meeting his friends and even attending Hoseok’s concert were all over the social media. He was out there living his best life. It seemed like he was living well, it seemed like he had forgotten about you. There was even no attempt to contact you.

Maybe, the military life changed his outlook for the better.

Maybe the enlistment and rigorous life squashed the darkness and obsessive need in his hear.

Maybe you were overthinking.

But dear, how wrong you were.

It was a little over a week later when it happened—when everything began to unravel.

You were running late one night, dinner with colleagues stretching longer than expected. The car ride home was quiet, and all you could think about was how good it would feel to collapse into bed. You’d had one too many drinks, just enough to fumble with your keys at the door. They slipped from your hand, clattering to the floor.

You bent down to retrieve them—only for the door to slowly creak open on its own in the silence of the night.

Your blood ran cold.

Your gaze dropped to the bare feet inside your apartment, and slowly, it trailed upward—over the hem of cuffed jeans, up the muscular thighs that haunted too many of your memories. Your breath caught in your throat, your heart hammering in panic. You didn’t want to look. You didn’t need to.

Because you already knew.

But you didn’t have to wait for confirmation. Kim Taehyung crouched in front of you, his expression unreadable as he picked up the keys from the floor and held them out to you.

He held them out to you with a soft smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Looking for these?” he asked, voice low, calm, like he hadn’t just broken into your apartment. Like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to be here.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Your heart thundered against your ribs, panic clawing its way up as you stared at him—his face as achingly beautiful as ever, but his presence colder than the air-conditioned hallway behind you. You tried to speak, tried to find the words that could explain your fear, your confusion, your boundaries—but nothing came.

He tilted his head, studying you, then stood up to his full height. “You look tired,” he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “You shouldn't drink so much. It's not safe. What if something happened to you? You should have called me. You know I would have picked you up”

You flinched away from his touch, finally finding the strength to take a step back. “Taehyung,” you whispered, “what are you doing here? H-how did you find me?”

“Love, please don’t be mad,” his deep voice implored you as he reached for your hand, his grip, though it didn’t hurt, was tight. It was clear that you were not going anywhere. His unbridled strength was new to you. Taehyung had always been strong, but this was different.

He pulled you inside your apartment as though it was his, as though he had every right to be there himself. As soon as you stepped over the threshold, you noted the smell of homecooked meals. Your eyes went to your dining table where dinner was set, coupled with candles.

“W-why are you here? How did you find me?!” asked him, pulling your hand away as he closed the door gently. He leaned against the door, body relaxed, but his eyes never left you. And you just knew—if he didn’t want you to leave, you wouldn’t.

“You know…” he began, his voice almost wistful. “I tried to stay away. You hurt me when you left me, did you know that?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

“When you came to the base to break up with me, I was devastated,” he continued, stepping closer. “I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I kept thinking…why? Why would you say those things? I knew you were only pushing me away because of the eighteen months we had to be apart. That’s what it was, wasn’t it?” His voice dropped to a whisper, lips curving upward in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “You were scared I’d forget you. You wanted to see if I’d chase you.”

You took another step back, but your spine hit the edge of the console table behind you.

“I tried,” he repeated, softer now. “I tried to respect your decision. To give you space. But I couldn’t stay away from you.”

His smile was almost self-deprecating. “Isn’t it pathetic that I could only stay away for a week?”

Your hands curled into fists at your sides as your body began to shake not from fear alone, but fury. Fury at him. At yourself. At the twisted, beautiful thing that love had turned into. You shook your head. “I didn’t try to break up with you, Taehyung,” you said through gritted teeth, voice rising despite your best efforts. “We broke up. I changed my number. I left my company. I moved apartments. I changed everything just so you wouldn’t be able to find me. We are over.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then, he tilted his head to the side. Something shifted in his expression—not anger, not sadness, but something worse. Amusement. A quiet, terrifying confidence.

You watched his muscles tense beneath the stretch of his black shirt, fabric clinging to the lean power he’d carved into himself over the past eighteen months. He looked different. Sharper. Bigger. A version of him that didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room—or to cage someone in it.

“You don’t really think I didn’t know where you were all this time… do you?” he asked, tone light, almost teasing. “Come on, darling. You know me better than that.”

Your blood turned to ice.

“You know I’d go crazy if I didn’t know where you are,” he continued, his smile softening as if this were some kind of confession, not an admission of obsession. “You know that.”

And just like that, the bottom fell out from under you.

The months of peace you thought you had—the freedom you clung to like a lifeline—all of it shattered in an instant. The new phone, the job, the address, the carefully orchestrated distance... none of it had ever mattered.

Because he had known.

He had always known.

And the freedom you had fought so hard for?

It had only ever been an illusion.

Your breath hitched. You felt it the cold seep of dread slipping into your bones, anchoring you in place as he stepped just a little closer.

“You didn’t really think you could disappear from me, did you?” he asked softly, brushing his fingers along your arm like he was soothing a frightened animal. “Don’t worry. I’m here now.”

if I write another story for when the member gets out of military, who would you want it to be?

[mutable-manifestation]

You know I've seen a few variations on "Danny is the one who can make the batfam sleep" now and most of them are powers-based or him being a tiny new orphan who is so so sad if you don't take care of yourself-based

May I propose another variation: Danny, having moved into the manner a month ago and long discovered all of the relevant secrets (without the others knowing) can tell their lack of self-care is weighing on Alfred.

Alfred is the one he's seen the most in his time there - the others have spent time with him, of course, but they all have their night jobs and work or school away from home (Danny is doing online classes so he can work at his own pace) - so he's not at all happy about Alfred being stressed.

Danny calls a family meeting.

He's built an app, he tells them, and each of them can access their own timer on their phones - yes he already downloaded it to each of them.

Yes, those are how long you've been awake, he tells them. Yes, he's sure they have noticed Tim's absence - Tim was on hour 35. The maximum allowed is 24.

If one's timer reaches 24, Danny will find them, and he will put them to sleep manually.

How? Danny hefts the Fenton creep stick pointedly.

Someone points out he could give them a concussion or kill them that way.

Danny says he's had a lot of practice judging swings.

He also maybe bribed Nocturne for a large amount of sleep dust. The bat is just for a deceptive bonk (and they will be getting a bonk, if a light one) as they go out so he doesn't have to explain himself - they'll just think he's really that good at judging swings.

Someone goes to find Tim to prove he's just bluffing. Except Tim is actually asleep.

Danny doesn't use any ghost powers, he's just that sneaky and he's keeping a close eye on the timers. No matter how they try to avoid him it simply doesn't work. He hacks the doors, he's good at combat the one time someone noticed him sneaking up on them, and he's such a good sneak that most of the time they don't notice him until it's too late (even more impressive once they actually start paying attention to their timers to try and anticipate him).

They don't all live together. That doesn't help.

Danny took a bus to Tim's apartment while claiming he was going on a jog to avoid suspicion. He hitchhikes all the way to Crime Alley to put out Red Hood. Nowhere is safe.

It becomes very obvious he knows about their secret IDs. It also becomes very clear that he only really cares about whether or not they're sleeping.