#their relationship is the definition of 'complicated'

[prisonhannibal]

do you have any recommendations of your favorite sami art (music, novels, film, etc)?? sorry if you have been asked this before, and thank you for taking the time to answer!!

I love this question thank you for asking! Warning I'm gonna talk a lot now.

Music

Mari Boine. LEGEND. She has been making music since the 80s before the Sámi parliament was even established and I think she paved the way for sámi artists in a time where it was much less accepted. Her work is very influential on modern sámi music, and her style is very sámi with a lot of joik and traditional drums, but mixed with modern music in a very unique way. If you're only gonna check out one sámi musician I'd go for Boine. My favorite songs are Idjagiedas (Listen all the way through the build up is sooo good), Máze (More traditional joik, for the sámi village Máze which was planned to be flooded and destroyed to build the Alta hydroelectric power plant, which led to the Alta conflict in the 70s and 80s. It's often used as sort of a protest anthem even now. GOOSEBUMPS), Gula Gula, and Vuoi Vuoi Me. Check out the albums Gula Gula (english title: Listen, listen, hear the voices of the foremothers) and An introduction to...

Hildá Länsman. Joik artist and singer. I love her she makes some stuff thats like electronic joik? very unique. And some more traditional stuff. Listen to Jođi, Gii dan livčče and ESPECIALLY Oaidnemeahttun which is a seven minute long MASTERPIECE. Starts slow but that build up is INSANEEE

Lávre. Definitely more traditional. Vuložat is a beautiful album. Favorites: Viellja and Joavdan.

Emil Kárlsen. Really really cool mix of traditional and modern. The album Nagirvárrái slays and features a lot of other cool sámi artists. I love Áhkku its so beautiful

Ella Marie Hætta Isaksen and ISÁK. Ella Marie is an activist, actress and musician who was the singer of ISÁK until they broke up. They had some really fun catchy stuff kinda sámi dance pop? Love it

Movies:

Ellogierdu - The Tundra Within Me (2023) A sámi single mother and feminist artist moves back home from the city to work on an art project about gender in Sápmi. She meets a reindeer herder and drama happens ahhhh I love this one it made me so happy. So many movies by or about us are all about historical trauma and it was really refreshing to see a movie about two sámi people falling in love and also its funny

Ellos Eatnu - Let The River Flow (2023) It's about the Alta conflict and the large civil disobedience actions in the 70s. The main character is Ester (Ella Marie Hætta Isaksen), who ends up in the middle of it and has to face her complicated relationship with her sámi identity and her place in society as a sámi woman. This one made me sob in the movie theatre

Ofelaš - Pathfinder (1987) HISTORIC for being the first ever sámi language film, and was actually nominated for an oscar for best foreign language film! It's based on an old sámi story, and is about a young sámi man who returns home to find his family massacred by an enemy tribe. He flees, but is pursued by the attackers, and him and other sámi people have to find a way to survive and outsmart the attackers

Sami Blood (2016) A young girl and her sister are removed from their family and placed in a state boarding school in the 1930s, where they are abused, beaten for speaking sámi, and used in dehumanizing research by scientists from the swedish institute of racial biology. She decides that to protect herself from oppression, she will escape her life, reject her sámi identity and force herself to assimilate into swedish society. This one also made me ugly cry its so heartbreaking

Artists:

Nils-Aslak Valkeapää AKA Áillohaš. The Legend himself! He was a musician, joiker, poet, writer and artist. He did it all!!!

Britta Marakatt-Labba. Textile artist and painter who is most well known for her textile embroidered art work Garjjat where a murder of crows gradually turn into humans and then police officers who destroy a sámi village. Her work is often very political, and its very powerful. She has a 24 meter long embroidered work about sámi life, history and mythology. A lot of cool stuff!

Synnøve Persen. Activist, writer and painter who was very involved in the early ČSV movement and is an important figure in sámi resistance history. In addition to being a successful artist, she also made the first unofficial sámi flag, and is known for participating in the 1979 hunger strike in front of the norwegian parliament during the alta conflict. Very inspirational for me as a female sámi artist

John Savio. He was a woodcutting artist and the first sámi artist to get a formal art education and the first sámi person to get his own exhibition at the national gallery. He sadly never became successful, and died early, but after his death he is recognized as one of the most important and famous sámi artists

and......me! jk

[lukolastrong]

The "problem" is Nicola. She wants to keep her distance from Luke. Insider information from the Netflix event was: Nicola's relationship with Luke is currently complicated. Luke is like a puppy who seeks contact with her and N simply avoids communicating with him unless it is absolutely necessary. Nicola left the event very quickly. Since SAG was basically their last event together, no one is surprised that Nicola drew that red line and started following Antonia - leave me alone and stay away. At the SAG event, it was clear that Nicola's behavior was pure PR and Luke was desperately looking for a way to be close to her. People are saying that Nicola is giving her the silent treatment.

By now, every fan has probably realized that they have had disagreements and probably haven't reached an agreement, but Nicola seems to be bitter. Hopefully, the end result of all this nonsense will be Endgame

Insider info? I’m not believing anything without receipts. I’m sorry, did we not witness the same thing? At no point did Nic give off that vibe. They were BOTH guilty of the crimes. There’s nothing wrong with her leaving early and doesn’t mean anything is ill between her and Luke. She left the Grammys before the party, she loved her Wordle time.. iykyk.

I definitely don’t believe that’s the reason why she followed A. It’s feeling like Jade 2.0 imo 🤷🏼‍♀️ or it was to help boost her career? Idk and honestly don’t care.

Was it clear? Again did we watch the same thing? I didn’t get that vibe at all. I felt love when I looked at them and their interactions. People can and will say whatever they want but it doesn’t make it true, unless theres solid proof. How does she seem bitter?

I agree anon, this is all nonsense. Yes, they are endgame and they are soulmates.

[misakiisstupid]

Jason Todd and the Unexpected Librarian Friendship™

Look, we all know that Jason Todd is a complicated guy. He’s got a history with his family, a painful past, and a very unconventional sense of justice. But what Gotham doesn’t know is that there’s one person Jason has a soft spot for: Mildred, the retired librarian who knits like a boss.

You know her. The sweet old lady who always smells like lavender and has glasses perched just below her nose. But Mildred? She’s a woman of surprising depth. Oh, she’s been around the block more than once, and she’s got stories—like that time she was a retired drill sergeant and probably taught Jason more than one useful combat technique when he stumbled into her library bleeding out in his Red Hood costume after a particularly rough night. No one ever talks about that. No one needs to know.

Anyway, Jason didn’t mean to become friends with Mildred. But one day he stumbled into her library, half-dead and covered in blood (because Gotham’s really fun like that), and she just… patched him up.

No questions asked. No weird stares. Just, “Sweetheart, you look like you need a nice cup of tea and a bandage, so sit down before I put you in the corner like the misbehaving little brat you are.” Mildred, who’d probably spent her days dealing with soldiers and their egos, knew exactly how to patch up his wounds. And she definitely wasn’t phased by him being ridiculously cranky about the whole thing.

But what started as a simple “You’re not dying in my library, kid” soon turned into a bookish bonding ritual. They started meeting regularly—because, of course, who else would Jason talk to about his low-key obsession with classic crime thrillers and weird conspiracy books? Not the Batfamily. Definitely not the Batfamily. They'd just never get it.

But Mildred? She’s on a whole different level.

They would swap books like old pals, each giving the other recommendations and predictions of what they’d like. Jason would show up, all casual, and say things like, “I know you’ll probably like this one. It’s got a plot twist that made me want to smash my own skull into the nearest wall, but in a good way.” Mildred would just smile and nod, handing him a book in return, with the quiet confidence of someone who has read everything already.

But here's the fun part: Jason never tells anyone about Mildred. His family, specifically, has no idea about this… special relationship. When they ask about the next crime scene or where the Riddler's clues are hidden, Jason's like, "I know a person who’s already read that book. I’ll just give her a call."

The family: Huh????

“Wait—what? Who? You know a person who’s read the book the Riddler mentioned?”

Jason: “Yeah, she’s read, like, everything. I’ll just ask her about the Riddler’s clue, no big deal.”

Tim: “Jason. Who is this person???”

Jason: "Oh, just Mildred. She works at the library. Old lady, real cool, might have taught me how to knit. Do you want me to tell her you said ‘hi’?"

Everyone: Completely and utterly confused, because there’s no way Red Hood, the angry guy who punches people in the face for a living, is besties with a sweet librarian who knits sweaters.

But here’s the kicker: Mildred knows. She knows Jason is the Red Hood. Of course she does. She’s not an idiot. She may be an old lady who looks like she’s just there to shuffle through books, but Mildred has seen things. She’s a retired drill sergeant who still has the instincts of a soldier. The second Jason walked into her library bleeding, she knew exactly who he was. And she didn’t blink an eye.

“Now, you listen here, sweetheart,” she’d say as she patched him up. “Next time you’re gonna get yourself shot up, at least do it in a way that doesn’t ruin my upholstery.”

Jason would just grunt, knowing that Mildred had more layers than an onion. She never asked how he got hurt, she never pushed for details, but she always made sure he left her library better than he came in.

So they’d sit in the library together, sipping tea (Green Tea for Jason, obviously), discussing books, and occasionally knitting. Yes, you heard that right. Jason Todd, the brooding vigilante with a chip on his shoulder, knows how to knit. Mildred taught him after one particularly intense evening when Jason was all “I’m gonna destroy my enemies” and Mildred was like, “Yeah, yeah, kid. But first, let’s see if you can make something cute with these needles.”

And maybe, just maybe, the occasional slip of vulnerability would come out. The tiny moments when Jason was just Jason, without the mask or the anger or the gun. Just a guy sitting across from an older woman, talking about Jane Austen, and debating whether Emma was a complete brat or an oddly relatable character.

Moral of the story: Jason Todd has a very unlikely, deeply wholesome, and underrated friendship with a librarian who’s way more badass than she lets on. And even though he’s a tortured vigilante trying to hide his wounds—both literal and emotional—he’s found someone who doesn’t need him to be anything other than himself. The Batfamily may never know about Mildred, and maybe that’s for the best. After all, what happens between Jason and his book club buddy stays between them—and frankly, it’s the one thing in Gotham that’s completely normal.

[stunningtoredorsweetheart]

Dottie is very much demisexual. She doesn't really have a gender preference when it comes to partners. However, she's strongly opposed to dating humans and ghouls as doesn't want to drag innocents into the world of darkness. She would love nothing more than to cuddle with a romantic partner and watching Sailor Moon till 3 AM. She isn't opposed to physical intimacy, but she's definitely needs there to be an emotional bond to do it.

Her approach to romance has been complicated by her embrace. As a stunning Toreador childer with level 8 humanity, she has had no issues attracting romantic interests. Her sweet and charismatic personality also draws in potential lovers. Yet, most of these suitors aren't interested in building a real relationship with her. They tend to desire her only for her beauty and body.

Dottie isn't opposed to subtle flirting if it means getting information for her coterie or distracting enemies in combat. Yet, she underestimates how powerful her charm really is. Dottie often assumes that the love she inspires is fleeting, but sometimes gets more than she bargains for when they fall head over heels for her.

However, if she has a real connection with someone, she will likely struggle to communicate her feelings. After spending a couple of years using her charms to survive, it is difficult for her to open up fully to anyone but her friends.

There's a part of Dottie that wants someone to spend her unlife with. But Dottie has had to put thoughts of romance on the back burner. She has been suddenly promoted to Toreador primogen of her city despite only being a kindred for 2 years. Most of her nights are now spent investigating kindred crimes and preparing for war against the Sabbatt.

Good morning vtm gang I wanna read more about yalls creatures

What's your vampire's approach to romance/sex? Do they have a partner? How's their relationship looking like? If not, why not? Gimme the teaaaa

[doumadono]

Hello! I'd like to ask for an emergency request if that's alright—your inbox says there's still 2 slots available so I wanted to give it a try. I don't wish for anything overly complicated and to put it simply my request would go as follow: could you write something (whether headcanons or one-shot, it's up to you) with Shigaraki and Dabi with a very, VERY lonely fem!reader? As vaguely as it sound, I find it fitting to add some background: reader is an only-child who comes from a small family with basically no aunts, uncles, cousins—the other half of the family either dead or living far away abroad. Due to constantly moving since early childhood, there's no such a thing as childhood friends, neighbour friends or any sort of community to belong. Additionally, she's always been single since it was impossible to build any long-term relationship while constantly changing the place of living. She's independent, used to being all alone (in school, job, home...) and doing everything alone (shopping, cinema, coffee shop, watching movies...) but sometimes it can get really lonely being all by herself in the world... If it's not emergency enough it's okay but if you'd be willing to write something on the subject I'd be very grateful!

Synopsis: after you skip Toga’s party, Dabi and Shigaraki start following you, noticing how lonely you really are. Confronting you at your favorite café, they make it clear - you’re not alone

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST - PART 2

The café smelled like freshly ground coffee and warm vanilla, the kind of scent that usually wrapped around you like a comforting hug. But today, it did nothing to ease the weight pressing on your chest.

You curled your fingers around your cup, letting the warmth seep into your skin. Your favorite drink sat untouched in front of you, steam curling lazily into the air. The noise of the city outside hummed through the glass windows, the chatter of people blending into a steady backdrop, but none of it really reached you. It was just you, your thoughts, and the empty seat across from you.

You weren’t surprised by the feeling anymore - the familiar weight in your chest, the hollow ache of knowing that, at the end of the day, it was just you. No family to call. No childhood friends to reconnect with. No one to notice if you skipped a meal or spent the entire weekend inside without speaking a word to another person.

Which is why it wasn’t exactly surprising that no one questioned it when you’d declined Toga’s birthday gathering a few days ago.

You’d made some excuse about feeling sick, about needing to rest. It wasn’t entirely a lie, not when loneliness had a way of making you physically exhausted. The truth was, you hadn’t been in the mood for anything. 

Still, you hadn’t expected anyone to care beyond a passing “feel better” from Twice or maybe Toga pouting about missing your presence. And what you hadn’t expected surely was being followed. And you definitely hadn’t expected them to show up here.

The screech of a chair dragged against the floor cut through your thoughts.

"Alright, this is fucking depressing," Dabi stated, moving a chair. "So this is what you do when you’re too busy for Toga’s party?" The black-haired man drawled, slouching down into the seat like he owned the place. "Sitting in a café, looking like the poster child for depression?"

Your fingers twitched around your cup, your mind catching up to the fact that he was here. You barely had time to register that before another chair moved, this time with more hesitation.

Shigaraki.

Unlike Dabi, he didn’t sit right away. He hovered, almost like he wasn’t sure if this was a good idea but had already committed. His red eyes flickered to you before landing on your untouched drink. "That’s getting cold."

You blinked. "What—"

"You've been staring at it for fifteen minutes," Shigaraki muttered, finally sitting down beside Dabi, slouching like he was trying to make himself as unnoticeable as possible by pulling his hood lower on his face. "Took us a while to figure out your routine," he muttered, sounding vaguely irritated. "You go to the same places. In the same order. It’s kind of pathetic."

Your mouth opened and closed. "Excuse me? You've been watching me?" you asked, suspicion lacing your voice.

Dabi smirked, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Yup."

"For how long?"

Shigaraki gave a noncommittal grunt. Dabi, on the other hand, leaned forward on his elbows, improving the face mask he wore. "Oh, you know. Just a couple of days."

Your stomach twisted. "Are you serious?"

"You didn’t even notice we were following you," Shigaraki continued, fingers twitching slightly against his sleeves. "That’s careless. If it were anyone else, you’d be dead."

You stared at them, brain short-circuiting. "Why?"

Shigaraki shifted, eyes darting toward the window before landing on you again. "You looked miserable."

"You didn't leave us much of a choice," Dabi added quickly, stretching his arms behind his head. "You think we wouldn’t notice you acting weird? Turning down a party? Avoiding everyone?"

Shigaraki tilted his head. "Toga was worried."

You opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "So that was why you followed me around?"

Dabi snorted. "We observed."

"Like creeps."

"Hey, if you didn’t want creeps watching you, maybe don’t look like you’re about to start narrating a sad movie monologue every time you sit alone in this café," Dabi shot back, raising an eyebrow. "Seriously, do you even talk to anyone outside the League?"

You hesitated.

And that was answer enough.

Shigaraki exhaled sharply through his nose, leaning back in his chair. "That’s what I thought."

Your fingers tightened around your cup, the familiar ache in your chest pressing down again. It was one thing to know you were lonely - it was another to have someone point it out like a glaring neon sign.

"Why do you care?" you muttered, voice quieter now.

Shigaraki didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stared at you, fingers twitching slightly like he wanted to fidget with his sleeves but resisted the urge. Finally, he muttered, "Because it’s fucking annoying."

You frowned. "What?"

Dabi chuckled, shaking his head. "What he means is, it pisses us off that you think you have to do everything alone." His voice was lighter than Shigaraki’s, teasing even, but there was something underneath it - something genuine. "Like, come on, you’re part of us, ain’t ya?"

You swallowed hard. Part of us.

The thing was, you had never really considered the League of Villains your family. Sure, you worked with them once in a while, trusted them in the way soldiers trusted the people fighting beside them, but outside of missions? Outside of sitting in the hideout and tolerating their antics?

"I don’t really have anyone," you said finally, voice quieter than you intended. "No family, no old friends. It’s just me. And most of the time, I don’t mind, but sometimes, it gets lonely." You stared down at your cup, fingers tightening around the warm ceramic. "That’s all."

"That’s fucking stupid," Shigaraki uttered bluntly.

You blinked up at him. "Excuse me?"

The leader of the League of Villains scowled, shifting in his seat. "You do have people. What the hell are we, then?"

You opened your mouth, but Dabi cut in, his voice oddly serious. "You think we’re just watching you for fun? That we care if you go missing for days because we’re bored?" He leaned forward slightly, eyes locked onto yours. "Newsflash, sweetheart. You’re ours. You’ve been ours for a long time now."

Something in your chest tightened. "But—"

Shigaraki huffed. "You put up with us when no one else does. That counts for something." He glanced at his hands, fingers twitching again. "So stop acting like no one gives a shit about you. Because we do."

Dabi drummed his fingers against the table, tilting his head. "We’re not exactly model citizens, but we take care of our own. You’re one of us, whether you like it or not."

Your throat tightened, and for a second, you couldn’t speak. You swallowed, trying to force down the sudden wave of emotion creeping up. "You guys are really bad at this whole cheering someone up thing, you know."

Dabi snorted. "Yeah, well. If you wanted sunshine and rainbows, you picked the wrong friends."

Shigaraki crossed his arms. "Are you coming back or not?"

You hesitated, but before you could answer, Dabi suddenly reached over and stole your cup right out of your hands.

"Hey!"

He pushed his face mask down enough to take a sip, but then he immediately made a face. "What the hell is this?"

"My coffee, you asshole!" You tried to snatch it back, but he held it out of reach.

"This is gross," he complained, handing it to Shigaraki, who - surprisingly - did not drink it, just set it back in front of you like a normal person would.

Dabi grinned. "Guess I’m buying you a new one. Something that doesn’t taste like liquid disappointment."

You rolled your eyes. "I like it."

"And that’s the problem," he shot back, already waving down a barista.

Shigaraki stood up, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. "You’re coming back to base after this," he said, not even asking, just deciding. "No more sitting in cafés alone like some kind of tragic novel protagonist."

You looked between them, exasperated. "So that’s it? You’re just forcing me to rejoin society?"

Dabi smirked, tossing an arm lazily over your shoulders. "Damn right we are. Whether you like it or not."

You shook your head, unable to stop the tiny, tired laugh that escaped your lips. It wasn’t much - not some grand, emotional declaration or a life-changing moment - but it was something.

And maybe that was enough.

Because when you looked up at them - Dabi, slouched with a cocky grin, and Shigaraki, pacing back and forth as he already wanted to leave the place - the ache in your chest didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

@pixelcafe-network

[lozeyart]

What am I doing in the year of our lord 2025 drawing Junjou Romantica fanart

Goodness me, I got into JJR back in 2008 when the anime aired and then I got into the manga that same year. At the time, I wasn't really drawing people, I was drawing animals, but I was OBSESSED with this yaoi with my whole heart and wanted so badly to draw fanart for it. So now here it is! 17 years in the making! Btw, trying to interpret anime hair logic with my style is easier said than done, but I did my best lol. All just colored sketches and then some scribbles for funsies.

But I definitely have some complicated feelings about this manga/anime. More below the cut (its A LOT, I'm so sorry).

JJR was one of the first yaois I ever got into, and back in 2008 when I didn't realize being gay was an option, this silly little manga/anime felt like an escape for me. Well, it's now 17 years later and upon rereading this manga (I still have volume 1-12, I could never get rid of them, they mean to much to me) I realize that it has aged POORLY.

This yaoi is definitely a product of its time (2002/2003) and it SHOWS. I find myself disappointed in the dynamic between Usagi-san and Misaki and wish that Misaki would show Usagi-san SOME sort of affection outside of the bare minimum (cooking and cleaning for Usagi) and Usagi definitely has some... Issues of his own. Now, I'm an adult, and I can see that consensual non-consent (CNC) can be fun and exciting for a couple (you know, if agreed upon beforehand), and it can be fun for your partner to initiate things out of the blue, but Usagi definitely toes the line of what that is. Now, I know that this was the early 2000s and yaoi relationships tended to have that dynamic (One being the seme who didn't listen to "no" and the uke who said "no" constantly but actually secretly liked what was happening), like I said, this series is definitely a product of its time. But I don't know man, its not fun (for me) reading sex scenes where one of them is constantly telling the other one to stop over and over again. (I also think it'd be cute as fuck if Usagi-san asked Misaki if he could kiss him and Misaki shyly said yes instead of yelling at him like he always does).

I even went online to read up to volume 27, but all I can express is that same disappointment. Misaki rarely even likes to acknowledge that he's in love with Usagi-san, or is dating the man, or even likes him (it seems to be only under duress that he admits these things STILL. IN 2022 when that volume was released!)

I wish there had been more character development in the years since I stopped reading the manga, I wish we could see Misaki and Usagi-san acting like they actually like each other outside of when they have sex (yes there are small moments between the two, and a bickering couple can be a fun dynamic, but dear lord lets shake things up A LITTLE. I'M BEGGING).

Lets not even get started on the sketchyness that is (at the start of the manga) a 28 year old falling in love with an 18 year old (And we're not even going to TALK about Miyagi and Shinobu) -don't bring up the age of consent in Japan, I do NOT wanna hear it-.

Listen, I'm 29, and I would NEVER even DREAM about dating an 18 year old (or 19 year old) at my age. (Fuck, the youngest I'll date is MAYBE 23 but even THATS pushing it for me).

All of that to say is that I still can't help but have an extreme soft spot for this series, and there are still moments that I love from this (Volume 9, the Christmas chapter, am I right? Gets me EVERY time), and fuck, Shungiku Nakamura is probably still making bank with this series so who the fuck am I to say anything lol. I'm just a rando online with an opinion, you don't have to agree, and you can think that whatever Misaki and Usagi have is fuckin' AWESOME. I'm just an old fart

But, I dunno, I think it'd be interesting to explore Misaki's internalized homophobia, and Misaki slowly but surely growing more and more comfortable with not only accepting Usagi-san's affections and even reciprocating and initiating on his own, but also accepting HIMSELF and being happy with who he is instead of the constant self shame he puts himself through for being with a man. Let's be so real, he is gay, he can't stop looking at other attractive men and FAWNING over how hot they are (Nowaki, Todo, Injuin Sensei, the list goes on).

But who am I to complain, I went and drew fanart of these two anyway. Rock, meet glass house.

Unrelated, I love the art style in volume 3-6 a lot because its very "late 90s early 2000s" art and I think the art peaked in volume 9. And now its unpeaking. Bring back Usagi-san's yaoi chin so help me god.

I do have yaoi I prefer over this one a lot more, and involve older couples (which I find that I prefer), and have fun, cute stories. If anyone has read this far and wants those recs, lemme know (dear god I'm so sorry, this has gone on so long.)

Anyway I do want to redraw some of the sex scenes and post it to my bluesky.

[dragqueenstarscream]

Since we’re talking about Bulkhead, I gotta talk about him and Starscream being my goofy little crackship. Because like that scene in the cave? The tension? Bulkhead would have a very complicated relationship with hatesex with Starscream because technically it’s supposed to be rough but also like, he genuinely doesn’t want to hurt anyone during interface. Starscream included. His confuses the hell out of Star.

They 100% would accidentally fall for each other, with Bulkhead kind of going down first because he’s a sweetheart and getting to see more vulnerable sides of Starscream absolutely gets him. Starscream realizing that Bulkhead is more than a brute and can be genuinely soft and kind? Hoo boy. I imagine this could absolutely come to ahead when Star calls in injured during his arc of defecting. Bulkhead of course is worried as hell, probably cares too much about Starscream being hurt to realize how this looks to Ratchet. Cue Star ending up gradually on team prime with his big wonderful boyfriend.

this is... weirdly cute?? like i never thought about these two as a couple, but i kinda love it!

bulkhead would definitely try to be gentle with starscream during interface, which. it feels weird for him, but he also doesn't like hurting people outside of sparring or combat, so it makes sense for him. meanwhile, starscream can tell that bulkhead is holding back, and he's so confused. this autobot isn't taking the opportunity to beat him senseless? what is this??

that mutual fascination with each other could drive them to interact more and more, and of course, bulkhead being bulkhead, he might develop a soft spot... i like the thought of this, this is cute!

[bloodchapell]

castle of sand — senku i. 3: how the stars feel

brief summary: missing the eclipse gives you a revelation about seeing the stars with senku

what to expect: underage smoking

your sword's note: good loooooord this is becoming beautiful slowly 🙏🏻, all past and future parts + playlist of this series available in my mistresslist

"What is it that you are doing?"

"Wielding the oxidizer of a rocket."

"Do you think that by wielding two things together, they fuse and become one, or remain individual pieces that happen to be stuck together?" You asked and he shrugged. Senku didn't know where you spent your lunch time most of the time, but for the last five minutes you always made sure to pester him. It was a routine. Not necessarily a pleasant one, but it was there. Even the rest of the members from the science club were not faced anymore.

"Why don't you leave?"

"I am actually leaving for a conference from the philosophy society." You nodded. The philosophy teacher at school made sure to parade you as a genius in the circle of the thinkers' meetings. "I will be speaking today."

"What about the eclipse?" His first instinct was asking about the eclipse that was happening later, which he wanted to see from your telescope, of course. Oddly enough for your type of relationship (for lacking of a better term since friendship is unfitting), Senku and you had seen together most of the astronomical events since you were kids.

"Here." You gave him the keys to your apartment and walked out of the lab.

"They will get that divorce soon." The club members joked. The running joke of you and Senku being a married couple on the brink of a divorce was quite popular and a well kept secret from the club president who would most likely blow up the place at hearing that.

You changed into the suit that you would wear to the conferences and took the bus alongside the teacher and other two classmates from other classes. They read from the papers they had prepared for the debate, but you focused on watching people outside of the bus. They walked somewhere, though you did not know where they were going, you always wondered how they were doing, who were they. It was an inevitable trait you had developed at some point. Then you looked at the sky, the stars were there but just outshined by the sunlight, there was something mystical about looking at the stars, something that would cause you a gutural feeling that was harder to describe than other feelings, which you came to eventually associate with Senku.

It was unfortunate, to you at least. You knew well that Senku didn't like the most definitive side of your personality —your preference for expressing your thoughts and feelings with words just as complicated— and you didn't like his apathy for that side of people, and of himself. Nonetheless life had pushed you to spend something as magical as looking at the stars together. It felt wrong, out of place; though you craved for connection to alleviate the turmoil of solitude, sharing something so special with Senku felt wrong, it placed you both in an unbalanced state, sharing something so ever intimate despite not having a bond beyond simple familiarity.

The conference was refreshing, it felt nice that your thoughts were appreciated and understood, so you went home on your own. You stood in the alleyway by the apartment complex playing with the box you had stolen from the teacher, thinking about it; most people in the philosophy society smoked, you didn't know if it was to emulate the ways of the old masters or because their lives were miserable —hence why they were renowned philosophers—. For you it meant something different, it was the smell of home as a child. You came to the conclusion that all smokers were united under misery, so you took one of the cigarettes out only to realize you had nothing to light it up once it was between your lips. Normally you would have taken that as a sign from the universe, a sign saying don't to it, but you decided to ignore it and walk to the convenience store to get a lighter.

"Hi!" Taiju greeted, "Why do you buy a lighter?"

"For a candle." Very assured you said and he nodded with a smile, waving goodbye.

It took you a while to figure out how to smoke it, squatting down by the alley and coughing inexperiencedly and almost giving up. The last puffs were only slightly less painful, you stood up and threw the remaining on the ground only to step on it how you would on your dad's cigarettes to make sure they were extinguished successfully. The walk back home was so short it remained insignificant even to someone like you who managed to dissect anything and put some meaning on it.

After school Senku went home, left his bag, ate and left to go to your apartment. It was empty, he had not seen your parents in ages and it was hard to keep track of which one of them had left or if they were both living there. You kept the place organized, just as he did since Byakuya was in the States for his astronaut training, but naturally as the daughter of the dark —his words—, the blinds were always closed and it gave the place an eerie vibe. He walked towards your room, and just as always sat on the floor since you had the telescope arranged that way. It was a lunar eclipse but just to be safe he slid the filter on the lense. He sat there waiting for a while, looking around at in your room as if he hadn't been there before.

His gaze landed on your laptop. Like a maniac Senku went through all his memories trying to remember what your password was, and he managed to remember the pattern of your fingers in the keyboard he saw once. Though he was oddly excited about sneaking through your computer, his expression faded into disappointment when he was met by a 300 page document full of rambles. He read through some parts and eventually simply closed the laptop when he started hearing your voice narrating the words in the screen.

The rest of the time he spent it on his phone until the eclipse started. Once it was over, he stood up to go home but then he noticed the silence. The room was silent on ints entirety, no one to ramble about the ambiguity of feelings or absurd thoughts. Annoyed, he sat down. You had missed the eclipse so fuck it, he would wait for you and tell you about it even if it meant hearing you out on your rattling.

"What." When he heard the bell ring, he opened the door.

"What do you mean what?" You asked confused at the door, of your apartment. "Let me in, I live here."

"You smell like cigarettes. Was the teacher smoking close to you again?" Senku complained immediately, luckily for you he found a perfect excuse. You nodded. He moved to the side to let you walk in. "I can't believe you missed the eclipse only to go talk to other confusing people."

"I won't die because I missed it." You shrug seating in the floor and looking through the telescope. "Don't you think it's time you get a better telescope?"

"What, so we can watch the stars better?" Senku asked, "It may be true that its not the latest technology, but your telescope does the job better and I have a very expensive passion to fund to be spending money mindlessly, we can stick to this one."

"No, I meant so you can do it on your own."

"Finally got fed up with me?" With a grin he asked.

"No, not quite yet. It feels too confidential and special to do with you." You sighed. "Plus, whatever comment I make about the beauty of the celestial, you will mock, so I can't even enjoy it at peace."

His red eyes looking at you with a mild annoyance.

"Astronomers look at the stars together all the time, doesn't mean they have to be best friends or be married. Plus it was you who came to my place holding the telescope." He mentioned.

"Well, I didn't know you had one and I was a child who was yet to know how meticulous and whiny you are."

"Whiny!? Me!? I don't complain about stuff for a living."

"Well at least I can get paid for it!"

Senku hated arguing with you because you pulled out the most devious reasonings out —which he didn't understand half of the time—, but that made it for him and he started laughing uncontrollably.

"I thought I was doing a laudable act by prolonging your happiness through lending you my instrument, yet I discovered that the simple act meant sacrificing my heartstrings alongside. You stress me so much that I will be dead soon."

"Look at me." Still laughing, Senku asked. "I care so much about saving my money and still having a decent tool that I will desecrate myself by admitting that I don't hate it as much when you ramble about how the stars feel."

That was a big deal. For Senku, whose hate spread agenda towards your rambles was almost nuclear, admitting something like that was like swearing against science. Because it was, stars did not have a feeling, if they did, it would be hot, because they are balls of plasma at insane temperatures floating in space. But they had a feeling, they felt magical and otherworldly, they felt celestial and somewhat divine, and he could never put into words how fascinating they felt as you could.

Maybe he hated your rambles because when he did understand them, they moved him like an earthquake.

Yeah never mind, he would rather factually imploding only to then explode than thinking that, let alone saying it out loud.

Nonetheless you didn't protest again about watching the sky together. For most of the time you could remain almost archenemies, but for that fractured visage of reality that was the time you two spent together stargazing, you shared a bond threaded by the stars.

[rei-ismyname]

Cyclops mourns Logan

Pretty sure he's dated more psychics than that

They really called it Cyclops in YOU. Hell yeah. Anyway, Logan is dead. Scott, unaware that he's in a comic book, is treating this event as if it's forever. Lucky for us, because their messed up relationship is like crack for me. He considers how Logan was his most complicated relationship, and that's a lot coming from him.

There's definitely resentment there, because Logan was and is a selfish jerk. It's refreshing honesty, and very Scott Summers. He's remembering all the different ways in which Logan made his life harder, acted like a creep, or spited him needlessly, yet Logan's death is keeping Scott up at night.

I love this flashback to after the Dark Phoenix Saga (I think) and it makes pretty clear that Logan transferred his idealisation from Jean to Scott. Scott is standing at his wife's grave and somehow Logan manages to make literally everything about him. At least he acknowledges his grief and says 'sorry for your loss.' Wait, no that doesn't happen actually. The bastard just tells him he's not allowed to quit because of his psychosexual obsession. I wonder what Scott is thinking as he walks off. An optic blast in the back would be somewhat justified (and funny) but Scott usually has better self control than that.

He considers the aftermath of Fatal Attractions, when Magneto performed field surgery on his bones. Logan definitely wasn't used to not being immortal and the apex murderer. His recovery was long and his whining intense.

Is Scott biting Magneto there?

Scott approaches Logan as he's punishing himself in the Danger Room and echoes his words back to him, offering him a hand up. He remembers the heartwarming threats and the good times shared together fighting for their lives. Brothers in grief and violence, rivals who are simultaneously paternal figures to each other.

Scott is very prone to blaming himself for things going wrong, and Logan was always there to remind him. I don't think he's being fair on himself but he never really is. Blaming Scott for things is an X-Men sport. He repeats Logan's insane words for a third time - 'we don't get to quit.' Scott cries in the snow on all fours outside the base where Logan was repeatedly tortured and dehumanised, but he doesn't quit.

Scott imagines what Logan's funeral would be like, and he's not far off. He thinks hard about an appropriate way to honour his memory. The answer is obvious - alcohol and violence. I have no doubt Scott knows exactly where every mutant hater watering hole is, but it's funnier to imagine him wandering around until he finds one.

Proving he knows him pretty damn well, Scott sends Logan off by beating the shit out of some bigots and drinking over their unconscious bodies. 'Here's to you, bub. See you in a year or so.' Cyclops is pretty famous at this point, so these dudes probably know exactly who he is. They'll be telling that story for a while, of the time they were drinking and hating on mutants then Scott Summers came out of nowhere to fuck them up. Logan wouldn't be proud exactly, but he'd probably grunt and call him bub. That's practically 'I love you' from Logan, and Scott loves his dumb ass too.

[i-didnt-hate-it]

Hey I did a Walter Mitty and replied to this in my head but not irl.

Personally, my most "therapeutic" movie experiences come when I'm watching a movie in a theater, because it demands my full attention and the experience is so much more immersive. I can't just pause it and do something else or look at my phone during a scene that might make me uncomfortable.

Of course, all art is subjective, so you might not (and probably won't) get the exact same experience that I had, but I hope you still enjoy these.

I watched more movies in the theater in 2024 than I have my entire life, I'm pretty sure, so most of these are probably gonna be 2024 movies lol.

If you haven't seen The Wild Robot, I'm pretty sure it's streaming on Peacock now, and I can't recommend it enough. There's a scene that breaks me to my core every time I've watched it, and I think it always will. There's so much I could say about this movie, but the heart of it is a story about found family, and especially about motherhood. So, no matter what your relationship with your mother, I'd bet this makes you feel something. The song at the end makes me cry every time, too.

Following up with another Lupita Nyong'o movie from last year is A Quiet Place: Day One. I was not expecting to start bawling like a baby in the middle of this movie, but I think most people who lived through covid-19 and everything else that 2020 brought can really relate to what this movie has to say about finding the beauty in the simple things and enjoying life even when the world is falling apart around us. Omg I'm literally tearing up just writing about it. It is an action horror movie so it's kinda intense, but I'd highly recommend it even if you haven't seen the other Quiet Place movies. This one is just so powerful.

Another one that had me bawling my eyes out when I watched it was IF, the imaginary friend movie from John Krasinski. Now I was going through a few "grown-up" problems when I watched it, but aren't we all, like all the time? There's a pureness and beauty to IF, and the emotions that built throughout the movie broke through in the final scene, and I was blubbering in the front row. If you've ever wanted to grow up, or not wanted to grow up, or be a kid again, I think this will hit you where it hurts. In the best way.

These kinda go without saying, but the Inside Out movies will make you emotional, because their whole thing is emotion. The first one definitely still gets my tears flowing more than the second, but 2 got me thinking about more complicated emotions. Which makes sense, since that's kinda the whole plot of the movie lol. Walking out of Inside Out 2 literally felt like walking out of a therapy session.

This one is definitely more niche, but if you've ever struggled with your gender, or sexuality, or even just feeling like an outsider, like you don't belong, "I Saw The TV Glow" might just rip your heart out. It definitely seems to be one of those "you get it or you don't" movies, but if you feel like letting nostalgia tear up your entire perception of reality, I'd recommend it. I don't think I actually cried the first time I watched it, but I think that's because it took me to a place beyond tears. There's no easy way to explain I Saw The TV Glow, so I'd say give it a try if it piques your interest.

We Live In Time also made me feel a lot of things. It's a sad story, but the way it's told makes it very bittersweet, with more sweet than bitter. It's a beautiful love story and Florence Pugh and Andrew Garfield are absolutely wonderful.

These last two are pretty uber-specific, but I feel like I need to mention them. The first is the Monk movie, Mr. Monk's Last Case. If you've watched Monk at all, you need to watch the movie. Me and my sister absolutely lost it at the end, it's just so beautiful we couldn't hold back our tears.

Last one is "No One Will Save You" on Hulu. I really wish I could see this in theaters, I need the biggest screen possible. If you watch this, watch it by yourself, with all the lights off, with headphones if you can. It's an alien invasion horror movie, but it focuses on one character, and she never speaks, because she has no one to talk to. The movie is so intimate, you're just holding your breath right along with the main character. No One Will Save You is one of my favorite movies for a lot of reasons, a lot of them I'm not even sure of myself. Sometimes I feel like no one else will get quite as much out of it as me, but if you want to follow a tragic character through an exciting but also extremely thoughtful ordeal, give it a try.

*For the last 2 options, you dont have to count anything that happened when you were a little kid

[farshootergotme]

Dick 'my mental stability is hanging by the rope that snapped and killed my parents' Grayson met Bruce 'emotions aren't real if you don't acknowledge them' Wayne when he was 8 years old and he never recovered.

[glassedplanets]

more sketches! zs on the brain

[rcmvsj]

no. it wasn’t the flirting. that didn’t bother him. nor did kissing a bloke in public. what got to him—what always got to him—was how unbearably sensitive he felt in the days leading up to the full moon. if he started a kiss, there’d be no stopping it. but it was far too late to explain that to sirius. he thought maybe—maybe—he should have known. his brow furrowed at the question. “ why would i have followed you? ” he narrowed his eyes slightly. “ if you wanted me to come with you, you should’ve just said so. i can’t bloody well read your mind, pads. and your words… well, they didn’t exactly sound like an invitation. how was i supposed to know? ” he shrugged, the whole thing feeling strangely surreal. his fear of ruining his friendship with sirius had never felt more real than it did in that moment. of course. you don’t treat a partner the same way you treat a mate. “ punch you? ” he wasn’t sure if the remark hurt or just caught him off guard. “ i thought you’d be a little more familiar with the definition of irony, black. ” he sighed, crossing his arms. “ i get it—it’s different now. ” oh. saying it out loud stung more than he expected. he’d always thought—hoped—that their friendship, their ease with each other, would never change. “ and—well. i reckon we should just head home, yeah? have a cup of tea and... talk. a bit more calmly. ” he offered, a small, lopsided smile tugging at his lips. he was still grappling with the question of whether a werewolf could ever have something ordinary. a normal life, a normal relationship. his answer was always no. and that was what made this so complicated. “ hm. sorry for ruining your night, pads. i hope— ” but as they made their way toward the exit, the hallway was suddenly painted red. remus blinked, his gaze darting across the scene, searching for familiar faces.

Sirius was disappointed when Remus didn’t follow him out to the balcony, the cool air might have done him some good. Maybe he really did want to punch him and that’s why he kept his distance now. He didn’t like that it now looked like he had just walked off and left him, starting their first public date off in a bad way. He could sense Remus holding back, his reservations about everything, taking the friendship to this new level and it made him afraid. They had taken a leap and in his mind there was really no taking that back, there was something there between them and they had acted on it, making their friendship different and talk of possibly ruining it was a bit too late. He and Remus weren’t like him and Melis, so casual about physical things, so he wanted to see it through, actually give it a try instead of folding before they got anywhere. He has pushed Remus a little, flirting more blatantly wanting him to break and kiss him in front of everyone. It wasn’t something Remus had done before, kissing a man in public, but he wanted it. If he kissed him in front of everyone it would make it feel more real, like Remus was serious about him and this. The fact he got angry instead hurt him, feeling like a rejection and battered his usual unshakable confidence. All he ever wanted was for Remus to want him, and when it seemed like he didn’t… He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard Remus’ voice, finally seeking him out again now after some time had passed. “If you wanted to be somewhere quieter with me, why didn’t you follow me out here then?” he asked, his voice quiet, unsure. It was different than his usual easy banter. “No, I want you to stay, I wanted you to come with me from the very start, I was hoping you would follow me out… and not punch me, but if that was really what you wanted you could have,” he said a soft smile forming on his lips. He turned then, taking in the sight of Remus his hands shoved into his pockets and his gaze downcast. He took hold of his arm, gently pulling at it to free his hand, taking it and pulling Remus toward him, toward the balcony's railing. 

[azujamit4t]

The Sun and The Moon

[marzipanandminutiae]

as a woman who grew up with an emotionally abusive mother constantly telling me I needed to wear more makeup/more revealing clothing/date (boys) more/go out to "normal" parties more, I despise "she should be at the club"

god forbid some people- especially young women, who already have to deal with a thousand different behavioral standards from a thousand different directions -not have the same dreams and desires for their lives as you do for yours

fucking hell. the correct response to "women should stay at home and have kids and be submissive wives" prescriptivism was not MORE PRESCRIPTIVISM

(I also just saw a poll asking if people partied as teenagers, and OP responded that the answers were "killing them" because No was winning. like? why is everyone so personally invested in other people having a very specific kind of fun?)

[adrift-in-thyme]

Panels with Time and the Master Sword are my favorite flavor of angst

Credit to @linkeduniverse