#they all understand this is a Big Deal of course

[cybrasigilism]

Hi, love your work! Could you write a virginity loss for the reader with thanos in the bathrooms of the games! Can y/n also be shy since it's their first time and have thanos be understanding and talk her through it +handjob ? Please and thank you!!

can’t lie i went a little insane when i saw this one 🤭🤭

Consideration (Thanos/Choi Su-bong [Player 230] X F! Reader HEADCANONS/DRABBLE)

warning: smut, crazy ik | not proofread | lowercase intended | virginity loss | soft dom! thanos (im not sure if this counts as OOC help-) | handjob | praise | public sex (it is the bathrooms after all) | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own

character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYYYY!! again with the point format, i feel much more at ease getting my ideas out this way, so please bear with me. my apologies if it’s hard to read because of this

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

➸ thanos, who couldn’t stop flirting with you throughout the games purely for the flustered reaction you gave almost on command.

➸ thanos, who upon finding out you were a virgin, found a way to get you alone in the bathrooms of the squid games, sneaking past the guards who surely didn’t care that he was in the wrong bathroom to begin with

➸ thanos, who had you pressed up against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom stall as his lips crashed against yours. he wasted almost no time in sliding his cold hands up your shirt, sending a shockwave of goosebumps and pleasure up your skin

➸ thanos, who spent so much time kissing and sucking on your neck, you would have been shocked if you walked out of this unscathed by hickeys. each time his tongue passed over your sensitive skin, you saw stars

➸ thanos, who had you kneel between his legs as he pulled his dick out, guiding your hand in his up and down the length of it.

➸ thanos, who encouraged you through the entirety of the handjob. who told you “fuck, your hands are so soft”, “ngh, feels so good when you touch me like that baby..”, “you’re doing great, keep going just like that, yeah” between breathy moans

➸ thanos, who’s hands never ceased to roam your body when you decided to straddle him for the first time. he reassured you when the pressure of sinking down onto him became almost too much at points, wiping the tears from your face. of course, he let you sit there for as much as you needed to adjust.

“shit, y’re taking me so well, señorita.”

“hey, hey— you’re doing amazing so far, don’t cry!”

“fuck i can’t wait to make you feel good…”

➸ thanos, who eased you into the whole process of riding him. he was used to a faster paced, intense, more hot and heavy kind of session, but this time was different. he could see the anxiety in your eyes, he definitely knew how big of a deal this was for you, and he wanted to make it as special as possible— for these circumstances anyhow.

“that’s it, you’re practically a natural already. that’s my girl, fuck.”

➸ thanos, who moved your hips himself when you had gotten shy on him. you were insecure of how good of a job you were doing, but he wasn’t going to stand for that. you already know he was going to make sure you knew how good you were doing— or rather, how good you felt.

“holy hell, you’re so tight.. fuck i dunno how long i’ll last señorita”

“so good… so good and all f’ me”

“don’t s—top, god i don’t ever want you to stop”

“what’s wrong? you’re fucking me so good, keep going!”

➸ thanos, whose moans drove you wild when you eventually got the boost of confidence you needed to start riding him yourself. the sounds he was making made you tighten even more than you thought possible, which in turn made him cry out even more.

“shit, if you keep going like this ‘m gonna cum”

“fuck yes, fuck me like that.. you got it, oh god, you got it”

“need ya’ s’bad… i needed this so b—ad, fuck!”

➸ thanos, who wrapped his arms around you after you came. he pulled you into him, chests heaving in tandem as you both came down off this metaphorical high. he caressed the back of your head, the praises he sang for you continued flowing.

“that was fucking, wow. y’ did so good, señorita.”

“see? i knew you could do it, such a good girl for me.”

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY GUYS!!

to the anon that requested this, i truly hope this is something like what you had in mind. and to everyone as a whole, i hope you enjoyed! i’ve been fighting off a mean writer’s block so i apologize if this isn’t my best work, but i’m just glad to put something out!

as usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @strangelife122 @kvstjwonnie @pink-apples001 @fiicalapsiholoaga

[luvst4rc0r3]

Valentine’s Day Dates!!!

Sevika, Jinx, Ambessa, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Mel, Vander, Silco

Valentine’s day with them!

SILCO

You and Silco never made a big deal out of things like Valentine’s Day. Or birthdays. Or promotions. Achievements were acknowledged with a nod, maybe a quiet “Well done,” but that was the extent of it. The only exception was your anniversary, and even then, it was just a small gift, exchanged without ceremony before life moved on as usual.

So, when the 14th of February rolled around, you didn’t think twice about it.

The day was like any other—long, exhausting, filled with the usual dealings of the Lanes. By the time you got back to Silco’s office, all you wanted was to sit down, maybe steal a sip of his whiskey, and let the rest of the world fade away.

But the moment you stepped inside, you knew something was different.

The usual scent of damp stone and cigars was laced with something richer—spiced, warm. The office was dimly lit, the sharp glow of the fish tanks casting flickering light over the walls. Silco stood by his desk, sleeves rolled up, a cigarette dangling loosely from his fingers. And on the table…

Your eyes widened.

There was food. Real food, not just the quick, thoughtless meals you both shoved down between business dealings. Two plates, wine glasses filled, and something sweet tucked to the side, like an afterthought. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was more effort than either of you had ever put into a day like this.

You turned to Silco, skeptical. “What is this?”

He exhaled slowly, tapping his cigarette into a nearby tray. “A meal.”

You arched a brow. “A meal?”

His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk, but close enough. “A meal. With you. No business. No interruptions.” He stepped closer, tilting his head. “Unless, of course, you’d rather I pretend this never happened.”

You blinked.

Silco didn’t do things like this. He didn’t entertain sentiment for the sake of it, didn’t indulge in traditions that meant nothing to him. And yet, here he was.

He must have seen the surprise on your face because he scoffed, shaking his head. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” you teased, crossing your arms.

“Like I’ve grown a second head.”

You laughed, stepping forward, fingers grazing the edge of the table. “I just wasn’t expecting…” You gestured vaguely at the scene before you.

He hummed. “You never expect much from me.”

There was no bitterness in his tone, just a quiet observation. You met his gaze, something tight twisting in your chest.

“I never need to,” you admitted softly.

Because even without celebrations, without grand gestures, he was always there. In the way he ensured you were safe. In the way his hand lingered at your back when you walked together. In the way he listened, even when he pretended not to.

But this… this was something else entirely.

Silco studied you for a moment longer before gesturing to the chair. “Sit.”

You did. The food was simple but good, the wine smooth, the atmosphere… different. Comfortable in a way that neither of you usually allowed.

At some point, he reached across the table, his fingers brushing yours before settling over them completely. No words, no explanations—just the warmth of his touch, a silent understanding passing between you.

Maybe you didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. Maybe this was a one-time thing.

But tonight, it was enough.

⊹────⊹ ꯭┄ׁ┄ ʚ͜♡͜ɞ ┄ׁ┄꯭   ⊹────⊹

VANDER

You understood why Vander couldn’t take you out tonight. The Last Drop was packed, busier than you’d ever seen it. Every seat was filled, tankards clashed together in celebration, and coin exchanged hands faster than a Zaunite could blink. It was good for business, for the people, but… it stung just a little.

He’d promised you a night out. Something simple—just the two of you, away from the noise and chaos of the Lanes. But as the hours passed and the rush never slowed, you knew the night wasn’t going to end the way you’d hoped.

So, you sat at the bar, nursing a drink, watching Vander move from table to table, his laughter blending with the chatter of the crowd. He caught your eye a few times, his expression apologetic, but you just smiled and shook your head. You understood.

You didn’t even remember when sleep took you. One minute, you were swirling the last drops of your drink in the glass, the next, warmth surrounded you. The smell of something rich and savory drifted into your senses, pulling you from the depths of sleep.

Blinking, you realized you weren’t at the bar anymore. Instead, you were curled up on the worn-out couch in Vander’s home, a blanket draped over you. Soft candlelight flickered against the walls, and laughter—bright, full of love—filled the room.

Pushing yourself up, you turned towards the source of the noise.

Vander stood in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, moving with ease as he stirred something in a pot. Vi and Powder were setting the table, bickering over where the plates should go, while Mylo and Claggor handled some kind of bread, arguing about whether it was “too burnt” or “just crispy enough.”

You blinked in surprise.

“Look who’s finally awake,” Vander rumbled, turning toward you with a sheepish smile. His arms were dusted with flour, his apron slightly askew. “Was startin’ to think I’d have to carry you to the table.”

Your heart clenched in the best way.

“You… did all this?” Your voice was thick with emotion as you looked around. The table was set, the food smelled incredible, and the warmth of home settled deep in your bones.

“We felt bad you didn’t get your fancy date,” Vi admitted, hands on her hips. “So, we brought the fancy date to you.”

“Minus the fancy,” Mylo added.

“Hey, I folded the napkins all pretty-like,” Powder huffed, pointing at the messily crumpled napkins.

Claggor grinned. “They look great, Pow.”

Vander walked over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Didn’t want the night to end without showin’ you how much you mean to us.” His voice was low, warm. “To me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and smiled up at him. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

He chuckled. “Of course I did.”

The kids were already pulling you toward the table, eager to show off their work. The food was simple but filled with love, laughter bouncing between the walls of the home you shared.

Maybe you didn’t get your quiet, romantic evening out. But you had something better—a family, a home, and a man who loved you enough to turn a missed date into a night you’d never forget.

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MEL

A folded note rests on your bedside table in the early morning light—a simple message in elegant handwriting:

“Meet me where forgotten dreams glow tonight. – Mel”

That single line tugs at your curiosity all day. As dusk falls, you follow her cryptic invitation through the maze of back alleys and quiet streets of the city—a route Mel always seemed to know, one that bypasses the neon glare for something a little more raw and real.

You arrive at a long-forgotten courtyard, tucked away behind crumbling brick walls and overgrown ivy. There, under a canopy of soft, flickering lanterns, stands Mel. Clad in a blend of edgy sophistication—a tailored jacket paired with vintage boots and just enough mystery in her eyes—she radiates an aura of rebellion and grace.

A gentle smile plays on her lips as she greets you. “I know the world expects grand gestures,” she begins, her voice low and playful, “but I thought tonight we could have something more…authentic.”

Mel has transformed this hidden nook into a secret haven. A small table is set for two with mismatched vintage chairs, the surface adorned with wildflowers that seem to have sprung from the very soul of the place. The soft strains of a soulful melody float in the air from a well-worn record player, setting the tone for an evening that feels both intimate and adventurous.

As you settle into the cozy setup, Mel shares snippets of her day—stories of chasing the city’s pulse, of diving into forgotten corners to uncover hidden beauty. “I spend so much time chasing after chaos,” she admits with a half-smile, “but tonight, I’m chasing something real.” There’s a sincerity there that warms you more than any candlelight.

Between bites of delectable treats and quiet laughter, the city’s relentless pace seems to melt away. When the record changes and the music grows softer, Mel leads you along a narrow staircase to a rooftop overlooking a tapestry of twinkling city lights. There, with the hum of urban life far below and a blanket of stars overhead, she stops and turns to face you.

“Sometimes,” she whispers, drawing you close, “the most unexpected paths lead to the most enchanting destinations.” In that suspended moment, you feel the promise of something genuine—a love that thrives in the hidden spaces between chaos and calm.

And as you share a tender kiss beneath the night sky, you realize that Mel’s Valentine’s Day isn’t about elaborate plans or public displays. It’s about crafting a secret escape where every heartbeat, every whispered word, is a reminder that even in a tumultuous world, love finds a way to glow.

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EKKO

In the heart of Zaun, Ekko’s day always felt like a race against time—and today was no exception. Amid the clatter of tools and the hum of his latest gadget, tiny glowing orbs—the fire lights—danced erratically around his cluttered workshop. Their flickering sparks illuminated his workbench as he fine-tuned a device meant to bend time itself.

So absorbed was he in his work that he almost forgot what day it was. That is, until a particularly bright fire light zipped up beside him and chirped, “Hey, Ekko! It’s Valentine’s Day!”

Startled, he paused mid-adjustment. In an instant, the other fire lights converged into a sparkling, playful swarm. Their lights blinked in what you could almost call a chorus of mischief. One of them—its voice soft but insistent—seemed to say, “We’ve got this, boss. You wood take care of yourself tonight—and go on your date!”

Ekko blinked, a sheepish grin breaking through. How could he have been so wrapped up in keeping these little sparks safe that he’d lost track of the day meant for him and you? With a few quick taps on a panel, he set the fire lights to “self-manage” mode (they��d proven they could handle a little chaos on their own), then grabbed his jacket and dashed out.

Moments later, you found him waiting on the bustling streets of Zaun, his eyes alight with a mix of urgency and genuine affection. “Sorry I almost left you hanging,” he said, a playful edge in his tone. “These little rascals nearly made me miss our date.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his flustered apology. Hand in hand, you and Ekko slipped away from the familiar clang and clamor, heading toward a quiet rooftop tucked above the city’s neon glow. Up there, away from the incessant buzz of machinery and misbehaving fire lights, the chaos softened into a serene promise of time just for the two of you.

As twilight deepened, Ekko’s usual confidence gave way to a rare vulnerability. “I might be great at bending time,” he murmured, gazing out over the city, “but I’d trade every second of it if it meant missing a moment with you.”

That night, with Zaun’s lights twinkling like distant memories below, Ekko and you shared laughter, whispered secrets, and the kind of silence that spoke volumes. The fire lights, safely taking care of themselves back at the workshop, had given Ekko the gift of presence—reminding him that no matter how busy life gets, there’s always time for love.

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CAITLYN

Caitlyn is nothing if not precise, even when it comes to something as simple as Valentine’s Day. While everyone else is scrambling with last-minute plans or awkwardly trying to put together some grand gesture, Caitlyn has already thought of everything—because that’s just how she works.

You wake up to the sound of your doorbell ringing, a little earlier than usual. When you answer, you find a basket of neatly wrapped gifts—each one with a small note, perfectly handwritten by Caitlyn.

The first note reads: “For a perfect start to your day. I’ve already planned the rest, don’t worry.”

Inside the basket is your favorite breakfast—freshly baked pastries and a thermos of tea, exactly how you like it. You smile at the thoughtfulness.

By midday, Caitlyn picks you up, her usual posture calm and collected. She’s dressed in a light lavender dress, a bit more delicate than her usual attire, and the warmth in her eyes betrays her usual cool demeanor.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she says softly, offering you a smile that makes your heart skip a beat. “I’ve arranged something special for us.”

She takes you to a secluded garden, one that you’ve never visited before. It’s quiet and serene, filled with vibrant flowers in bloom and a soft breeze that carries the scent of the blossoms. There’s a small table set for two, surrounded by fairy lights that twinkle as the sun starts to set.

Caitlyn smiles as you look around. “I thought we could have a quiet evening, away from everything. Just you and me.”

Dinner is light and elegant—small bites, fresh fruit, and a carefully chosen wine. Caitlyn insists on pouring, her hands steady and practiced. The evening unfolds slowly, with soft conversation, gentle laughter, and the quiet sound of the wind rustling the leaves.

At the end of the night, Caitlyn leads you to a small bridge overlooking a pond, the stars just beginning to twinkle above. She hands you a delicate silver necklace, a charm shaped like a key.

“I thought you might like this,” she says, voice soft. “A reminder that you hold the key to my heart, always.”

You take the necklace, fingers brushing hers as you clasp it around your neck. Caitlyn steps closer, wrapping her arms around you. “I know I can be… a little formal sometimes. But with you, I can be myself.”

And for Caitlyn, on Valentine’s Day, that’s more than enough. A perfect, quiet evening, with the person who means everything to her. It’s not about grand gestures or over-the-top displays of affection—it’s about the subtle, meaningful moments she shares with you.

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VI

Vi is a bit of a softie, though she’ll never admit it. So when Valentine’s Day rolls around, she might not have grandiose gestures or flashy gifts, but she’s got something just as meaningful—a day with you.

The morning starts off with a surprise: you wake up to the smell of coffee brewing and the faint sound of music playing from the other room. When you step out, there she is, in her usual leather jacket, but with a big grin and her hair slightly messier than usual.

“Morning, sweetheart,” she says, a little too casually, like she’s not trying to act extra sweet. “I made you breakfast.”

It’s not gourmet, but it’s exactly what you like—scrambled eggs, toast, and a side of bacon with a mug of coffee that’s just the right temperature. She hands you the plate with a little wink. “Figured I’d get you ready for whatever the day brings.”

You tease her a little, “So, what’s the plan? More punching things?”

She chuckles, but there’s a warmth in her eyes. “I had a better idea.”

By midday, you’re not in the Lanes, not fighting, but instead walking hand-in-hand through a quieter part of the city. Vi’s in no rush today, taking her time to show you a side of Piltover you’ve never seen—the small spots where the crowds don’t linger, the quiet parks where the sound of the wind in the trees is louder than the noise of the streets.

She’s been sneaking glances at you all day, her usual tough-girl attitude softened by the way she holds your hand, her thumb rubbing over your knuckles. And when you both stop at a secluded spot overlooking the city, she pulls out a small, simple gift—a hand-carved pendant, rough but beautiful.

“Had this made for you,” she says, voice unusually shy. “I know it’s not much, but I wanted you to have something that reminds you of me—something that doesn’t have to get destroyed.”

You can see the effort behind it—the thoughtfulness she’s not always known for. And when you kiss her, she holds you close, just a bit longer than usual.

Later, the two of you end up on a rooftop, watching the sun dip below the skyline. She leans into you, her weight comfortable and familiar. “I don’t need the whole world to know how much you mean to me. But I think I can show you, at least.”

Vi’s Valentine’s Day might not have been grandiose, but it was all the more special for how real it was. And as you sit there, wrapped up in her warmth, you know that in her own way, she’s giving you everything you need.

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AMBESSA

Ambessa Medarda is not a woman of half-measures. She doesn’t do anything small—not in war, not in power, and certainly not when it comes to you.

You don’t even realize she’s planned something until the morning of Valentine’s Day, when a personal envoy arrives at your door with a message written in her sharp, elegant script:

“Be ready by sunset. Wear something you’ll want to be seen in.”

The rest of the day is a blur of anticipation. When the evening arrives, a private airship—yes, airship—is waiting to take you to a location kept secret until the moment you arrive.

And where does she take you? A grand feast in a palace lit by candlelight? A secluded getaway on a floating estate?

No. Ambessa Medarda doesn’t just take you to dinner—she owns the evening. The entire venue, a stunning high-rise overlooking Piltover, has been reserved exclusively for you. The table is draped in silk, the food prepared by the best chefs in the city, and the wine? A rare vintage, likely acquired through means you don’t want to question.

She’s already waiting when you arrive, dressed in regal attire that commands attention. Ambessa smirks as she looks you over, eyes sharp with appreciation.

“You clean up well,” she says, offering her hand. When you take it, she presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your knuckles, her grip firm—possessive, even. “Come. I intend to make tonight very memorable.”

Dinner is filled with sharp conversation, teasing remarks, and the kind of tension that leaves your skin burning under her gaze. She watches you like a hunter who already knows they’ve won. And she has. Because at the end of the night, when she leads you to the edge of the balcony, showing you the city glittering below, she leans in, voice low against your ear:

“Tell me, my love—how shall I conquer you next?”

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SEVIKA

Sevika doesn’t do Valentine’s Day. At least, that’s what she claims every time someone brings it up. She scoffs at the idea of cheesy gifts, overpriced drinks, and love-drunk couples wandering the Lanes.

But when it comes to you? She’s got a soft spot—one she tries really hard to hide.

You don’t expect much from her today, and honestly, you’re okay with that. Just having her around is enough. But Sevika? She always finds a way to surprise you.

After a long shift at The Last Drop, she shows up at your door with a bag of your favorite takeout and a bottle of top-shelf liquor (the good kind, not the cheap stuff she hands out to randoms at the bar). She doesn’t make a big deal out of it, just hands it over with a gruff, “Figured you’d want somethin’ decent to eat.”

You grin. “Is this your way of asking me out?”

“Tch. If I was askin’, you’d know it.”

But she doesn’t argue when you pull her inside, setting up a quiet dinner away from the usual chaos. She lets you play whatever music you want, even if it’s the sappy kind she pretends to hate. Somewhere between bites, she reaches into her coat pocket and tosses something onto the table—a small, worn-out metal lighter.

Your brows furrow. “You… got me a lighter?”

Sevika leans back, exhaling smoke from the cigar she just lit. “Had it for years. Lucky, or whatever. Thought you might wanna hold onto it.”

It’s not flowers, it’s not chocolates, but it’s her. A quiet, unspoken way of saying she cares.

You press a kiss to her jaw, feeling the way her muscles tense before she huffs out something close to a chuckle.

“Alright, alright, don’t get all sentimental on me.” But when she pulls you into her lap a second later, her grip firm and steady, you know exactly what she means:

She loves you—even if she’ll never say it outright.

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JINX

Jinx isn’t really one for traditional romance. She thinks all the pink and red hearts everywhere are kinda corny, but when it comes to you? She’s willing to make an exception—her way.

The day starts with chaos, because of course it does. You wake up to the sound of something crashing in the other room, followed by Jinx swearing under her breath. When you step out, she’s standing in the middle of a mess, surrounded by streamers, confetti, and what used to be a heart-shaped cake. She looks up at you, cheeks smudged with frosting.

“…Okay, so maybe baking’s not my thing,” she mutters, arms crossed.

You laugh and help her clean up, stealing a bit of frosting from her cheek just to see her pout. “We could always just buy something.”

“Nah, nah, I got a way better plan.”

And by that, she means dragging you all over Zaun for a Jinx-style date. It’s reckless, messy, and somehow perfect. She takes you to the rooftops, where she’s set up a little hideout with pillows, blankets, and snacks she “borrowed” from various shops. There’s even a bouquet of flowers, though some of the petals are missing—probably from her carrying them around all day.

“Ta-da!” She throws her arms out, grinning wide. “Romantic, huh?”

You sit with her under the neon glow of the city, watching the lights flicker. She fidgets a little before pulling something from her pocket—a small, handmade charm, rough around the edges but undeniably her.

“Made this for ya,” she says, voice uncharacteristically soft. “Y’know, so ya always got a piece of me with ya.”

Your heart melts. You kiss her, and for once, she’s quiet—until she pulls back with a teasing smirk. “Alright, alright, don’t get all mushy on me. I got one more surprise.”

And that’s how you end up running from enforcers because Jinx thought fireworks in the middle of Piltover were a fantastic idea. But honestly? You wouldn’t have it any other way.

AHHH!!! HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!

I WANT FOOD

[carmenberzattosgf]

yes yes yes valentine’s day tropes!! I feel like he would be busy on the actual day, yk with restaurant but he just so in love with you. so naturally you wake to a room full of flowers and so many notes and gifts throughout the day expressing his love.

I LOVE THIS IDEA ITS SO HIM CODED.

If the restaurant is still trying to get off its feet, he can’t just take a day off. Especially a day like Valentine’s Day when it’s bound to be packed.

You understand completely and try to make Carmy not feel as bad about not being there for most of the day—that you’ll just pick another day to celebrate instead.

That’s not good enough for him, though. On the way home from work, he stops by a florist and literally loads his car to the brim with flowers. Next he stops by a chocolate store to get you all of your favorite chocolates.

When his alarm goes off at 3am, an hour earlier than usual, he goes out to his car and brings all the flowers and chocolate up to his apartment. He spends the better part of the next hour arranging all the flowers around the place, putting the biggest bouquet on your nightstand. Next to it, a box of chocolates, and a note with your name on it. He’s never been more thankful you’re a deep sleeper.

But seriously, there’s flowers everywhere. Roses on the living room table, multiple vases on the kitchen counter, hell even a bouquet in the bathroom. He goes ALL out with it. It’s no big deal to him though, he’d do anything for you—to show you how much he loves you.

Of course when you wake up you’re shocked, not expecting all the work he put into it. You call him in near tears over the gesture, just thankful to have him in your life <3333

The rest of his shift he’s just smiling knowing how happy he’s made you. He’s counting down the seconds till he gets to go home and see your pretty face.

[goquokka00]

SKZ vs Shark Week (Minho ver.)

How would each member of Stray Kids handle you while you're on your period?

BANGCHAN | MINHO | CHANGBIN | HYUNJIN JISUNG | FELIX | SEUNGMIN | JEONGIN

WARNING: This is a female reader going through their period. If the topic of a period/anything that has to do with a period makes you uncomfortable, then don't read it. Just remember that there's nothing wrong with a woman's period. It's a perfectly healthy body function :)

THE MOODS When your period is close to arriving, it's very safe to say that you become an absolute nightmare. Even Minho thinks so. Your mood swings are seriously no joke, and so when you woke up crying only to yell at Minho for no reason, Minho knew that your period was close. Oh, joy.

The issue with this is that one itty bitty slip up from Minho would just send wave after wave of emotion, and Minho barely had time to recover before the next switch. If he accidentally brushes his hand against your chest, it's game over. He's getting chewed out about how he's always trying to have sex, and then the next minute your in tears because you feel bad about yelling at him.

So, how does Minho help you? He can't. There's no saving you. All he can do is just take blow after blow, apologize for something that really wasn't a big deal, listen, and comfort you. Carefully. He knew it wasn't you and it was just hormones. He could just pick at you after your period was done.

THE BLOOD God, you think your mood swings are bad? Your flow is worse. You only bleed for 3 days, but holy hell, you bled and you bled HARD. A lot of times, you were on the toilet for the majority of the day because your flow was so bad. And when you weren't, you had to wear a heavy duty pad and a heavy duty tampon. Fucking sucks.

Minho, understanding this, usually does his best to support you. Sometimes, if you're in the bathroom on the toilet just to let blood drain, he'll come in and play games with you. If you don't want him in the bathroom, you and him will do local play video games so you aren't completely alone. And if you're walking around, he'll set up small dates for you both to do at home since you'd rather die than go out in public when your uterus is ripping itself to shreds and making a tidal wave of blood.

THE PAIN Thankfully, you don't deal with too much pain. God decided to have some mercy. Key word? Some. While you didn't deal with pain, you did deal with constipation, bloating, and extreme nausea. It...it was bad.

So what does Minho do? First, he makes sure you're drinking enough. He'll also make sure you eat at least something. He knows that you genuinely don't feel good and are really queasy until your period eases it's choke hold on you, and so he doesn't force you to eat a bunch. But he'll still give you some rice and eggs or foods that'll stick in you instead of making you feel like throwing up.

And once your nausea and bloating is gone, he'll make you whatever you're craving, making sure that the food will also help your intestines loosen up so you aren't uncomfortable when you sit down or move around.

THE PRODUCT There's not a whole lot that Minho can do for you on your period. It kills him every single time, and so he'll always help wherever he can. And if that means running to the store to get you what you need? He's on it.

He knows exactly what you prefer and use, and so he will make sure to buy a lot of it since you go through it quickly. There's zero complaining, zero whining, zero teasing. He's doing whatever he can so you suffer less.

And of course, he's getting anything else that you ask for as well. You want a coffee from a place that's 30 minutes away? Bet, he'll happily go and get it for you. You want croissants? He'll make them from scratch. You want Felix's brownies? Well, Felix is coming over to bake them right here for you. Simple as that.

Hey! Firstly, thank you so much for reading this post, and I really hope you enjoyed! If you did, please like, reblog, or comment so I can see how I'm doing with writing and getting feedback! I hope you have a lovely day! Sleep well, stay in good health, and eat something if you haven't! ❤️❤️❤️

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FIRST WORDS OF THIS BAD BOY

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It all starts because of a call to a senior’s home. 

Well, okay. Buck is sure it all started way before that. But in the immediate sense, it starts because of the senior’s home call. 

There’s a small kitchen fire in one of the units. Someone making stovetop popcorn, who forgot it was on the element. Honestly, it’s nothing the staff couldn’t handle with a fire extinguisher, but the LAFD is automatically flagged when the smoke alarm goes off. The problem is, the whole experience - the alarms, the smoke, the firefighters - triggers a panic attack in a completely different resident. A resident who, according to staff, already struggles with progressing dementia.

Her name is Alva, and when Hen and Chim approach her to try and help, she’s speaking rapid-fire in a language that is completely unfamiliar to Buck. Some flavor of European? 

“Sometimes when she’s stressed, her English regresses,” one of the workers explains. “She didn’t learn it until later in life, so…”

“Harder to retain,” Hen fills in. 

“So how do we communicate with her?” Chim asks. “What language is this?”

“It’s Swedish,” Eddie says. 

They all look at him. Buck did not know he could identify Swedish just by hearing it. 

But then he does something even crazier. Even more out of the realm of what Buck would expect from Eddie. Eddie, his best friend, who he’s supposed to know everything about. He approaches the woman and starts speaking to her. In Swedish. He doesn’t sound totally comfortable with it. It’s slow and awkward on his tongue, compared to hers. But he’s obviously doing a decent enough job, because the woman calms down enough to listen and respond to him. 

The four of them - Buck, Bobby, Hen, and Chim - just sort of gape at this exchange. Did anyone know? Why has this never come up before? 

Eventually, Eddie looks back at them. 

“Alva’s okay,” he says in English. “Doesn’t need to go to the hospital.”

“Thank you so much,” the worker says. “You’re a miracle worker!”

Eddie’s cheeks go a little red. “No trouble, really.”

They give Alva another few minutes to calm down and orient herself before a worker leads her back to her room. Then they all head back to the station. Of course, from the look on Eddie’s face as they leave the senior’s home, he understands he’s about to get grilled.

“So…” Bobby starts when they all sit down in the engine.

“Swedish?” Chim asks. 

“Wouldn’t have put money on that,” Hen adds.

“Why did you tell me?” Buck asks.

Eddie groans. “So I speak a little Swedish. No big deal.”

“Um, it is a big deal,” Buck says. “Because I didn’t know.”

“I’d say more than a little,” Bobby replies. “You really helped that woman, Eddie.”

“I’ve mentioned my mom is Swedish,” Eddie says. 

“Yeah,” Chim says. “But I thought it was, like, one of those things where it’s several generations past and culturally no longer relevant, but the white side of your family liked feeling special?”

Eddie snorts. “No. Like, she immigrated when she was seven.”

“And taught you Swedish?” Hen asks. “That’s cool.”

Buck frowns. Given what he knows about Eddie’s childhood, mother-son language lessons do not sound like they fit. 

“Not exactly,” Eddie says. “I picked some of it up. There’s not much else to say, okay? It came in handy today.”

They all know Eddie enough to know that that means the conversation is over. He’s great at putting up walls quickly. Shutting stuff down. But, although Buck may not know the full linguistic capabilities of his best friend, he does know one thing. Eddie only gets this dismissive because there is more to the story. So Buck will wait. Buck can wait to ask more. But he’s absolutely going to find out. 

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It’s sort of a sensitive time to be prying into Eddie’s life. Buck knows that. The guy has only been home from El Paso for two weeks. He’s got Chris back. That’s a good thing. But it’s not entirely smooth.

[urinarythreatinfection]

As a Shanks fan I need you to stop tagging your posts and making us look bad. The more you write the more clear it is this is a bad faith reading, bashing while not understanding the writing. Your only precedent on examining these characters is based on stacking morality points on how nice and good they are, rather than their roles in the plot and their thematic relevance as narrative foils, their longstanding history and familiarity, the continued relevance of their intertwined journeys and emotional energy in the story. You seem set on seeing them as abusive when that’s clearly not what Oda means, their character dynamics play a role in telling the story and I assure you it’s not a message of abuse. But of course, there are fans who think Nami hitting the Strawhats is abusive so I shouldn’t be surprised. You can’t even seem to reflect on your own self and realize your own views are infinitely more toxic.

So Buggy left when they were both 15 and traumatized and somehow thats the most unacceptable thing. Yeah, whatever, hate them for petty things, but don’t act like you have some superior understanding when it’s just the most typically shallow reading. Your dislike is your own, but policing others because you lack the ability to comprehend is not okay.

Is this apologizing business really some big thing to cry over? Shanks wanted Buggy to come with him, Buggy turned him down. They were ex-comrades and pirates, obviously Buggy was free to leave and start his own pirate crew, Shanks even said they both should. Many of Buggy’s complaints are just petty things Shanks probably doesn’t even care that much about. But to Buggy it does matter so he cares more about getting closure from that time. Shanks doesn’t even care about the fruit or the map, he’s just glad to see Buggy again. They might fight but ultimately Shanks cares more about Buggy than any petty grudge and is more likely to forgive and apologize for little things, even just jokingly or to appease him, because it’s not a big deal for him to do it. To Shanks, friends are what’s important, so words and actions needed for his friend are a small thing. Villainizing Buggy and resenting his rejection is probably the last thing Shanks would want in that situation. He’s not gonna be a spiteful victim because someone got mad and left of their own free will. He’d rather be a loser who apologizes and begs for his friend.

The whole issue with ‘apologizing’…it’s not a big deal. A lot of times it seems to be treated as a joke. The treasure map is supposed to be seen as a stupid reason not worth getting up in arms about. Buggy being mad over the treasure map is treated as a joke and an excuse as a way to cover up that he really cares about Shanks. But this whole thing just seems like you’re mad when Shanks simps for Buggy and Buggy acts like he typically would. How is it hard to believe that Buggy is important to Shanks and Shanks would express that to him? Are you really so caught up on just hating on Buggy’s personality and him being a regular pirate you can’t stand him being treated like someone important? He’s one of the Four Emperors going after the One Piece and you don’t think his desires and feelings have some significance?

Buggy may have left, but that was all within his rights to do so, even the other Roger Pirates left these kids. For the current Buggy to apologize he’d probably struggle to get over his feelings, but to Shanks why get hung up over petty grievances if it’s for a friend? That’s just their personalities. Sure, Buggy could apologize, but it’s just not like him, and it’s not even that necessary anyways. Obviously knowing Buggy’s character he gets overdramatic and too emotionally invested he can’t let things go, while Shanks will let go of things because he cares. Luffy too learns to forgive and let things go, it’s one of the things he learned from Shanks. We get hit on the head so many times by this kind of message. When Luffy happily bows down and passes up on the opportunity to leave Amazon Lily just so he can save a few people he just met…there’s nothing wrong with giving in and bowing down when it’s not worth it otherwise.

Shanks couldn’t communicate his real reasons and wanted Buggy to join him but got rejected, so as the Captain who was rejected by Buggy who was willing to be part of his crew, it seems like Shanks was the one who lost out. Of course Shanks longs for his friend and would care for him. Luffy would also chase someone if it was his friend. This isn’t an abuser and victim relationship, it doesn’t matter who was wrong because there was never any actual communication. We don’t even know Shanks’ perspective and his reasons, only Buggy’s, so we just see they had their differences and Buggy felt disappointed. They wanted to prioritize different things because that’s how they’ve always been as pirates, not because one is an abuser, they are grown men who used to argue a lot.

If Shanks wanted to truly protect Luffy he would’ve done something like actually reach out to him and communicate to him. Shanks knew the risks when he encouraged Luffy to be a pirate and return his hat. He knew Luffy would be in danger especially with his fruit. That’s how it is in the pirate world, you can’t make it if you don’t put your life on the line and fight others. Luffy had to survive and overcome that if he wanted to get anywhere near the New World, Shanks knew that. He knew people would try to kill Luffy, that’s how the pirate world is, but Luffy would never become strong if he didn’t experience that. Anyways, Buggy is obviously supposed to be a tame joke villain. He didn’t even kill the villagers in Orange Town, the villagers evacuated to a shelter beforehand and he just raids the houses and blows them up.

I think you have this image of Shanks as this delicate abuse victim and Saint-like Christ figure (ironic) when he’s just a pirate who knows he and others have had to make sacrifices. All I can say is, you really think that? Okay, can’t help you there. 

You just seem to really hate Buggy and refuse to accept any positive take on Buggy. You even hate him for harmless things he did as a literal child. You want Buggy to be portrayed as trash and dirt compared to Shanks, but in a ship where fans love both characters and Shanks cherishes Buggy that’s obviously not going to happen. It’s clear that you’re biased so you can’t reasonably have a good take on this, all you do is victimize Shanks. How hypocritical that you complain about others having no insight when you’re way worse.

There’s so much stuff about Shanks fandom to criticize but the fact that you fixate on Shanks caring about Buggy as the worst thing, that’s just mindless hate you shouldn’t be tagging. The best understanding of Shanks I‘ve seen was from shuggy fans, I’m gonna trust them from now on.

Also are you seriously trying to compare your petty hate of a fictional character to speaking out about the literal atrocities done by colonizers of America? Please think before you speak.

Okay im tired of explaining this just as is so im just gonna take bullet points and say my piece and thats it because ive made two posts now explaining as best as I can and still somehow its being misunderstood as me being some sort of toxic Shanks fan thats making them look bad for some reason. This is literally me analyzing him and showing the problems of Shuggy people don't want to accept.

"The more you write the more clear it is this is a bad faith reading, bashing while not understanding the writing." Im not saying this in bad faith. That is why i tagged it as Shuggy. Not for some sort of ragebait or to spew hate i just really want the dynamic of angst fix-it stuff to change or atleast be more popular. And again, I understand the writing perfectly well. I'm rereading the manga and literally have not just been saying whats on the top of my head im looking into it.

"Your only precedent on examining these characters is based on stacking morality points on how nice and good they are, rather than their roles in the plot and their thematic relevance as narrative foils, their longstanding history and familiarity, the continued relevance of their intertwined journeys and emotional energy in the story." If this is how even if Buggy is bad it means they can still be together because they work well i literally agree its the dynamic. I cannot stress this enough i don't know how this isn't going through.

"You seem set on seeing them as abusive when that’s clearly not what Oda means, their character dynamics play a role in telling the story and I assure you it’s not a message of abuse." Oda has included abuse, suicide, addictions in his story and you really think he wouldnt sprinkle in the fact that Buggy was an abusive friend. Im not even saying he 100% was i said at worst. An abusive friendship is different than one thats a relationship too, and again i said at worst.

"But of course, there are fans who think Nami hitting the Strawhats is abusive so I shouldn’t be surprised." What she does was objectively bad, and she's toned it down a LOT post timeskip. Part of her character development that now you can safely say when she hits they either kinda deserve it or she doesn't really go rough with it.

"So Buggy left when they were both 15 and traumatized and somehow thats the most unacceptable thing. Yeah, whatever, hate them for petty things, but don’t act like you have some superior understanding when it’s just the most typically shallow reading. Your dislike is your own, but policing others because you lack the ability to comprehend is not okay." I never said it was the most unacceptable thing, i meant it was the most shitty thing he could do. You mentioned somewhere elsr they were 15, which is true, but as time goes by and Buggy doesnt change that excuse is out the window.

"Is this apologizing business really some big thing to cry over?" Its a major thing, and is something thats used for Shanks to Buggy that is seen as a major thing i dont know why im being posed as overly dramatic when i say it would be way better if it were buggy apologizing to Shanks.

"Shanks wanted Buggy to come with him, Buggy turned him down. They were ex-comrades and pirates, obviously Buggy was free to leave and start his own pirate crew, Shanks even said they both should." You're acting like Buggy turned Shanks down civily and it was not a decision of emotion.

"They might fight but ultimately Shanks cares more about Buggy than any petty grudge and is more likely to forgive and apologize for little things, even just jokingly or to appease him, because it’s not a big deal for him to do it. To Shanks, friends are what’s important, so words and actions needed for his friend are a small thing. Villainizing Buggy and resenting his rejection is probably the last thing Shanks would want in that situation. He’s not gonna be a spiteful victim because someone got mad and left of their own free will. He’d rather be a loser who apologizes and begs for his friend." And this is the problem! this! Just because Buggy cares more than Shanks doesn't mean that Shanks doesn't deserve to be atleast understood. Shanks would rather act like a loser to get Buggy than value himself is literally a toxic behavior for relationships. I beg of you to think of this in real life. Imagine Shanks as some chick and Buggy as the boyfriend and its very very clear that you just brushing it off as "oh well Shanks can handle it" sucks! It sucks! I've seen relationships like that and they suck! Its okay for comedy the same reason Nami's hitting is or Brook's panty loving is but when you're writing or drawing it seriously you can't just paint it as something okay when the reason why Shanks would put himself down for Buggy is because Shanks is mentally unwell! He deserves a Buggy that would actually treat him preciously instead of the now normalized "oh you're trash but ill forgive you I guess" Its not even a point of "oh well Shanks wouldn't mind!" You're right! But YOU should! Because you are the outsider looking in, the one that can look through an objectjve lens where you arent a dependent man that needs any sort of companion.

"He didn’t even kill the villagers in Orange Town, the villagers evacuated to a shelter beforehand and he just raids the houses and blows them up." This literally doesn't matter since Buggy has talked about killing before and I don't even think is true. There was a shelter because he just likely didn't kill all of them, but "just" some. And doing that is pretty bad in of itself.

"Buggy being mad over the treasure map is treated as a joke and an excuse as a way to cover up that he really cares about Shanks." Here with the "oh but Buggy's just a tsundere" If i never do anything for you ever because you made me drop my icecream 10 years ago does me being a tsundere just make it okay. This isn't even fully true. It's not a cover-up Buggy isn't just some little cute tsundere he holds malice. He IS mad about that still its not a cover up because oh well he still cares it can be both, and its mostly just actual anger. Because why else would he bring it up even when he doesn't have to cover up affection.

"Luffy too learns to forgive and let things go, it’s one of the things he learned from Shanks. We get hit on the head so many times by this kind of message" Letting go and liking the person is two seperate things. You're acting like Luffy is just some angel when he has also been shown again to really not like Buggy and some people. In impel down he doesn't want to rescue Buggy but ends up doing so so he can get to Ace "which buggy tries to betray" and in basically every instance where Buggy is brought up around Luffy Luffy has literally only bad things to say about Buggy so idk why you're acting like Luffy is some saint that would forgive anything. Im rereading impel down and he also didn't want to forgive Crocodile, he just needed the help, still doesn't like Crocodile too. Luffy shows dislike, its just not super loud, he shows it through not helping. He even only helped Hachi during pre ts only when Nami said it was okay. Shanks doesn't forgive everything either. The lesson Shanks taught Luffy wasn't "forgjve everyone". Thats what Luffy THOUGHT it was when he was a little kid. But thr actual lesson was just to be more mature, to be careful. To not fight at every chance because you could be endangering others. Difference between forgiving someone and just letting it not bother you so that you can use them, as Luffy has showed.

"Buggy may have left, but that was all within his rights to do so, even the other Roger Pirates left these kids." Rayleigh leaving Shanks was not a good thing for Rayleigh to do, especially since Rayleigh also knows whats going on, but he just left a 15 year old to just deal with it because he wanted to toughen the kid up or something idk, theres a lot of "just suck it up buttercup" in One Piece because thats what Oda thinks is cool and nice and manly, he isn't perfect. Also Buggy did have the right to leave, the problem is that he didn't leave because he wanted to start his own crew or find the one piece himself it was just because of the conflict between him and Shanks. It was not a clear decision.

"If Shanks wanted to truly protect Luffy he would’ve done something like actually reach out to him and communicate to him. Shanks knew the risks when he encouraged Luffy to be a pirate and return his hat. He knew Luffy would be in danger especially with his fruit. That’s how it is in the pirate world, you can’t make it if you don’t put your life on the line and fight others." I agree with this and I also feel it was the right thing to do unfortunately, s Luffy has a huge thing he needs to do even if he isn't aware of what he's doing. However, this is what Shanks chose, Buggy didn't go for Luffy because he wanted to toughen Luffy up he went for Luffy because he hates Luffy and his strawhat that reminds him of Shanks and the fact that he's also developing the same complex with Luffy that he was with Shanks, though not as strong since they aren't really together often.

"But this whole thing just seems like you’re mad when Shanks simps for Buggy and Buggy acts like he typically would. How is it hard to believe that Buggy is important to Shanks and Shanks would express that to him? Are you really so caught up on just hating on Buggy’s personality and him being a regular pirate you can’t stand him being treated like someone important? He’s one of the Four Emperors going after the One Piece and you don’t think his desires and feelings have some significance?" I don't know how you came to the conclusion this is what I think. Im not against Shanks simping for Buggy, I believe Shanks would be a simp in any relationship, this is more about how Buggy reacts in turn. Would be fine if it was just some shyness but its not. Buggy's harmful. I really don't know where i said I don't think Buggy is important. I just hate him as a person. As a character hes funny and a good character objectively and I think that he matters in the story I just don't like him as him. I'm not some person that wishes he would stay unimportant, i never said that. This is not about the story of One Piece this is about Shuggy.

"Shanks couldn’t communicate his real reasons and wanted Buggy to join him but got rejected, so as the Captain who was rejected by Buggy who was willing to be part of his crew, it seems like Shanks was the one who lost out. Of course Shanks longs for his friend and would care for him. Luffy would also chase someone if it was his friend." Would missing out on being a crewmember of a famous crew not be way more of a loss than not getting an already disloyal person as a subordinate. Shanks was important to Buggy too, I don't know why you're acting like Buggy is so precious in comparison to Shanks that its only Shanks that could miss out. Also, my friend, did you miss the ENTIRE ARC WHERE LUFFY LET GO OF A FRIEND BECAUSE HE WAS DISLOYAL!??? Did that just disappear in your mind?? The difference between Buggy and Usopp is that Usopp actually manned up and apologized in order to get on the crew. The entire point of the last scene was that if Usopp did not apologize they were actually going to leave him! Luffy is different from Shanks because Shanks would depend on someone toxic, atleast in the Shuggy that's normalized, while its canon that if a friend was truly toxic and a crewmember was bad that Luffy would leave. Cmon man! Why are you telling me I don't understand the story like I'm stupid when you just completely glossed over water 7 😭

"I think you have this image of Shanks as this delicate abuse victim and Saint-like Christ figure (ironic) when he’s just a pirate who knows he and others have had to make sacrifices. All I can say is, you really think that? Okay, can’t help you there." Its funny how you say ironic when it is ironic. Thats the point. That Shanks is a sacrifice. That is what Oda is alluding to with Shanks if not consiously than unconsious. I beg of you to think about it. A person that has sacrificed everything, their dreams, their friendship, their sanity, and even their limb, for a God of Freedom to help free the world. That is what Shanks is, a sacrifice for the greater good. Just like how they were trying to portray Robin's death/servitude in enies lobby as a sacrifice for the greater good. It is not "ironic" it is the point. It is not the first time Oda has pitted someone as a sacrifice for the greater good.

"You even hate him for harmless things he did as a literal child." Ah yes the harmless actions like creating an entire fake devil fruit to eat so that he can pocket the actual one and sell it for money to use to kickstart his own crew and find treasure on a map that he kept from the same crew that raised him with care and freedom. He didn't just do that on a whim, he planned that shit. It was only stopped by Shanks interruption. If not he would've straight up left the crew that raised him and done what he wanted. Im not saying him being a child doesn't constitute some slack but theres only so much slack you can give when it was so very clearly thought out on his end to betray.

"You want Buggy to be portrayed as trash and dirt compared to Shanks, but in a ship where fans love both characters and Shanks cherishes Buggy that’s obviously not going to happen. It’s clear that you’re biased so you can’t reasonably have a good take on this, all you do is victimize Shanks. How hypocritical that you complain about others having no insight when you’re way worse." ????? You can love both characters of a ship and admit that theyre bad. Crocodile shippers do it all the time. So do people who like all sorts of other villians. Kaido, Crocodile, Akainu, a lot. It really feels like Buggy is the only villian that people ship and use while pretending like he's not been truly horrible. Zosan shippers are more aware of the toxicity that could be between them, and use that as a story point and not something to just brush aside or even romantisize without some sort of angst thing where they know its toxic. And their dynamic isn't nearly as toxic as the normalized Shuggy one. It really feels like you have more bias than me since the plot points so far some of them have clear holes or are ignoring huge things. And again with the Shanks thinking, a toxic relationship can be toxic while the victim thinks everything is okay. A lot of bad relationships stay relationships because of that.

"There’s so much stuff about Shanks fandom to criticize but the fact that you fixate on Shanks caring about Buggy as the worst thing, that’s just mindless hate you shouldn’t be tagging. The best understanding of Shanks I‘ve seen was from shuggy fans, I’m gonna trust them from now on." No. The understanding of Shanks that YOU want is with Shuggy fans. Because when you're a Shuggy fan you get to just deny that anything is wrong with Shanks mentally and that he's just a handsome man that can swoon over his lover and not someone who has very clear faults and mental issues. You can just pretend like Shanks is completely clear of mind so you can use him as a little puzzle piece to fit into anything you want to add a "simp" factor to a ship. Because if you really wanted the "best" understanding of Shanks you'd accept the fact that he is not a completely alright person. He doesn't "brush off" things like they don't matter. They hurt. He just holds it in. With Uta he bit the bullet and left for her sake, but he held it in. When he lost his arm and Luffy despaired we never saw him do anything to show distress over his lost arm, because he held it in. The only time we ever notice that he does feel pain is when he's talking with whitebeard and confesses to the scar on his eye stinging, and surprise surprise, it wasn't to vent his emotions, it was just in attempt to save Ace. Not for himself. He was sad that he's missing an arm, because in the same scene he even says "the scar that hurts most/more is my eye" not "the one that hurts" showing that his arm does hurt. Because losing a dominant arm would hurt anyone. Especially when it lost him Mihawk, another relationship he sacrificed to save something or someone. Yet unlike Buggy Mihawk still is somewhat amicable to Shanks. Mature. Even if he isn't perfect either (ex: completely okay with dying by Zoro's hand and doesn't have any goals now that he achieved world's greatest swordsman. His only friend was Shanks who he left once he couldn't be a suitable rival, showing a dependence on what he knows as Shanks was likely the only one that he had in his life to teach him any sort of friendship).

"Also are you seriously trying to compare your petty hate of a fictional character to speaking out about the literal atrocities done by colonizers of America? Please think before you speak." What the hell did you want me to do. Clearly just saying what I mean isn't working, metaphors are what usually help people finally understand. Yet instead of seeing the metaphor i used you just focused on that it was a cruel one like the point of me using it wasn't to show the cruelness. What other metaphor did you want me to use. You need to learn that a metaphor =/= me saying its the same thing. You brought that up just to make me seem like im a mindless hater that brought up atrocities for nothing. Do you get mad when people who talk about history compare the way slaves were treated to the treatment of cattle too? Since using your logic whatever a metaphor is must mean that you think they're the same thing. A metaphor or comparison is a just a tool. Unless you're gonna send some thing calling me crazy because i used another comparison.

[manglam-marfach]

dyke!Chilaios has me understanding breeding kink all of a sudden

[thebuttsmcgee]

It kinda feels like when the Owl Crew were all saying their goodbyes to working on the show again.

Nearly everyone in the tags is getting ready for The End.

Like. Damn. It really is the end as far as we know for the entire franchise of The Owl House.

Man.

[jopzer]

some of the takes on this webbed site. good lord you people will not be seeing the pearly gates

[dargonpoop]

loving all this strike action while pluto is stuck in retrograde at the anaretic degree of capricorn sometimes it really is too uncanny

[chrisbangs]

hey i just wanted to tell you that even though i don't know your exact feelings, i can relate a lot to what you've expressed on here... life is very tiring, it's okay to acknowledge that. i won't even pretend that things will get better because who knows and it won't feel like a possibility when you're as down as you say. i get that. i feel the same way right now. if it's any comfort to you, you're not alone in those feelings or thoughts and i know it takes a lot to be vulnerable about it. please forgive me if i'm overstepping by even messaging you about this. i do hope things will get brighter for you, i hope you can find even small things to keep you going. i'm sure one day it'll be different, i want to believe it will anyway. i personally enjoy your presence here and i look forward to whatever content you create, and seeing you find joy in the same group as me is nice. take care friend, do what you can. i'm sending you love

🫂🤍🌙 You're not overstepping at all;; I really appreciated your kind words 😞🖤 It means a lot to me genuinely I appreciate it... I hope that you too start to feel a little warmer and happier as the days go on... Take care of yourself as well ☹️🖤

[navree]

once saw someone saying that saera was the worst treated out of all of jaehaerys’s daughters, the bush administration really did leave some children behind

[rememberwren]

Been thinking about the day Johnny’s mouth takes him too far while the two of you are fucking and he calls you a slut.

He’s probably done it often enough before with other women and partners. He personally likes a little degradation himself in the moment, so it feels odd to imagine that there are people out there who don’t. He’s a little self-centered that way.

I can imagine him above you pinning you to the bed, both your figures sweat-slicked. Your hands around his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he tries to drill his cock through you and into the mattress. He’d been edging you for a while, working you up to a plateau that he refuses to let you tumble over, and it has you a little more vocal than usual. A little less composed. A little more needy.

He thinks you’re perfect like this, brain leaking from your ears, mouth parted in a perpetual gasp, throat going raw from all your pleadings. Johnny’s naturally a yapper, so he’s probably been providing in depth (we’re talking unabridged War And Peace length) narration of the entire event, and it seems like such a small thing for him to slip the word amongst all the praises he lavishes on you.

He doesn’t understand why you go stiff and shocked underneath him.

“I’m not a slut,” you mutter into the silence when his thrusts stop abruptly. Except you kind of were acting like one, weren’t you? Moaning and gasping, begging. For the first time with Johnny, you feel ashamed. Embarrassed by your reaction to the sex and by your reaction to the word in equal measure.

Credit to himself, Johnny knows when the moment has passed. He slips out of you and gathers you up even against your embarrassed protests—God, you’re fine, it’s not a big deal, it just caught you off guard that’s all!—and apologizes, reaffirms to you that he doesn’t really think such a thing about you. He doesn’t even really believe in sluts; why shouldn’t people do and crave the things that feel good? That’s just human nature, baby.

I imagine you listen and nod along to his heartfelt apologies (and of course you know he means them), but he can see the sawdust-sized speck of anxiety in your eye that doesn’t dissipate. He knows that the window of opportunity to snuff out that ember is closing fast, so his method of drowning it out is to pin you down and to show you what real slut behavior looks like.

[kaidatheghostdragon]

Found this while going through my fanfic files, and i absolutely had to share.

Danny: i want in

Red robin: …what?

Danny: your bat family. I want in.

Red robin, blinking in surprise: i dont know what you think you know about my associates, but we're not-

Danny: dont be obtuse. I know youre the smart one. And i also know that your all one big relatively happy family. I want in.

Red robin: …why?

Danny: because you guys are the first people ive found that are wealthy, intelligent and powerful enough to take on my fruitloop godfather and win AND are decent enough human beings that i can be assured that when all is said and done, my well-being will remain a top priority.

Orphan, appearing out of nowhere: new brother!

Danny: *stares in shock*

Danny: *sudden uncanny grin* well that's one convinced. How do i win over the rest?

Orphan: no need. New brother!

Red robin: *pointed glance of betrayal* fine. Who is your godfather?

Danny: vlad masters. He's a fruitloop.

Red robin: for real? B's been investigating him for years! Tell me everything! *genuinely excited for a new lead*

Danny: well, he's tried to murder my dad and marry my mom, gained his wealth illegally, committed voting fraud to become the mayor of my hometown, has a secret underground lab where he does unethical experiments, and he's abducted me more than a dozen times even before my parents disowned me to make me his evil apprentice or whatever. Now that im homeless, he's literally out to get me. Oh! And he's cloned me too! She's cool though, we're buddies now.

Batman, who just arrived but heard everything over comms: hn. (Translation: who are you?)

Danny: my name is Danny. No last name anymore, but im hoping itll soon be Wayne! *winking suggestively*

Batman: hn? (how much do you know?)

Danny: enough to know that youre a much better alternative to vlad.

Batman: …hn (i dont know anything about you. What if youre a spy for vlad?)

Danny, giving his salesman pitch: i was a teen vigilante in amity park before i had to run away from home for my own safety. Vlad is one of my rogues. I know how to fight and defend myself, how to minimize collateral damage in a fight, and ive gotten really good and escaping kidnapping attempts. Ive also managed to reform and/or make allies out of approximately half of my rogues and can talk down about 30% of all rogue confrontations before they turn into a messy fight. The other things i can bring to the table are: one, i can teach all of you guys proper liminality self care; two, i can probably minimize and possibly cure red hood's anger issues; three, i can get along with stabby robin because i consider fighting a friendly social interaction - he can even stab me and i wont be injured by it; four, i can be your go-to guy for supernatural cases so you no longer have to deal with that sad trenchcoat man; five-

Red robin: *blurting* youre hired.

Batman: hn (i am deeply concerned)

Danny: if youre concerned now, wait until i tell you about the anti ecto control act

Nightwing, who showed up in the middle of the sales pitch: ive never seen anyone crack B's grunt language so quickly

Danny: grunt language? He's just using ghost speak - which will be covered by the liminality self care lessons

Robin, who arrived with batman: what is a liminal?

Danny: all of you, of course! Otherwise you wouldnt need to learn about it, obviously

Robin: and why would we trust you?

Danny: did i mention i have a pet ghost dog?

Robin: …you drive a hard bargain

Danny, fist pumping: yes! That's three!

Nightwing: four, you got me when you could understand B's grunting

Red Hood, arrived with nightwing: five, assuming you arent lying about the pit rage

Danny, hand to his chest: i would never!

Orphan: honesty. Earnest. New brother.

Oracle, over comms: six. The anti ecto acts are legit and im terrified for his safety, assuming he's phantom, who is the vigilante of amity park

Spoiler, arrived with orphan: seven, as long as youre down for a few pranks

Batman: hn (ive been outvoted)

Batman: hnn (i dont wanna hear any jokes about adoption habits when you all forced my hand)

Batman: hn (that said)

Batman: welcome to the family

Duke, the next day: man, i miss out on everything exciting.

Duke, blinded by danny: and who the fuck told bruce he could adopt the fucking sun?!

[chronicbitchsyndrome]

so... i'm seeing a lot of activism (like, actual activism, not just tumblr posts--letters & scripts to us senators, for example, copy written for press, etc) focusing on improving ventilation & filtration as primarily an access issue for immunocompromised people. basically, presenting the argument as "this is in service of this demographic, who is blocked from public access currently."

this is like. true. of course. it is the main reason i want clean air and i think it is the most pressing reason overall for it. but i think it's the wrong tack for building a clean air movement and getting legislation passed.

like, unfortunately, the vast majority of people in power--and of americans in general, tbh--are not immunocompromised and do not have immunocompromised roommates or family members. should you have to have this experience to understand that public access is a big fucking deal for, like, staying alive? no! you shouldn't! but most people straight up will not understand whatsoever unless they have personal experience with immune compromisation.

trying to change hearts and minds to have cognitive sympathy for disabled people takes a long time, decades' worth of work to just change a handful of people; meanwhile, getting legislation passed is 1) imminently important, 2) while still a lengthy process, takes significantly less time if it doesn't hinge on first converting the majority of the population to have sympathy for a marginalized demographic they have no contact with (and yes, they have no contact with us because we are barred from public access to begin with, again, i am aware of how fucked up this is).

here's some arguments for passing clean air legislation that are designed to appeal to a normative, conservative-leaning crowd:

air filtration is a public health and sanitation baseline just like running water. we provide clean water to drink and wash our hands in as a baseline for public life; we should also be providing clean air to breathe similarly.

improved ventilation and filtration in schools results in less sick days for students, meaning better attendance and less time off work for parents.

improved ventilation and filtration in the workplace results in workers taking less sick days. it also makes it less troublesome when a coworker comes in sick; it's less likely you will have to take sick leave as a result.

improved ventilation and filtration in hospitals, doctors' offices, etc, helps combat the health care worker shortage by reducing the amount of sick leave health care workers need. it additionally makes hospitals safer overall; for example, it makes it safer for cancer patients to be in the same building with patients with highly infectious airborne illnesses such as chickenpox.

improved ventilation and filtration in public buildings at large could improve the economy, as less workers stay home, more people enter the workforce, more people begin attending public businesses like bars and venues, etc.

if government programs to upgrade ventilation and filtration are created, this could create jobs for blue-collar workers, further improving the economy.

the last note i have is that, as much as this sucks shit, don't mention covid as much as you can avoid it. covid has become a massive culture war thing in the usa and as soon as you bring it up, the entire discussion becomes about virtue-signaling and showing in-group affinity--it doesn't matter what you're saying about covid, anyone who thinks "covid is over" will immediately shut down and become incapable of listening to anything else you have to say. and unfortunately, a majority of the population does, in fact, think covid is an irrelevant concern even for immunocompromised people in 2024.

importantly, all general air sanitation improvements will improve the covid situation significantly. in this context, you do not have to talk about covid in order to make real, material changes limiting the spread of covid. system-level changes that limit the spread of things like the flu and chickenpox are equally effective in limiting the spread of covid. take advantage of that!

[cathnospam]

Content Warning: College MHA AU, Reader is….weird(ish), Bakugo is somewhat clueless

You don’t know why, but your boyfriend being a crash out is hot.

Maybe it’s the toxicity in you, maybe you’re a sadomasochist, whatever the case may be, but Bakugo getting riled up is probably the top 5 hottest things you’ve seen.

Nobody understands why you like it so much, Mina thinks you’ve been brainwashed, Kiri tries not to judge, but calls you weird, Denki thinks it’s scary and you might be in danger, and Sero finds it hilarious.

Even Deku, he was the first to notice how you smirk and get all giggly when Bakugo is cursing someone out on the field and straight up blasting his heart out when he’s sparring with the poor bastard he’s against.

“Are you smiling?”

“What?”

“You’re smiling, a lot. When Kacchan blasted that wall down unnecessarily you started to smile—“

“Don’t worry about it, Izuku.”

Everybody notices it, but him.

He does notice how much clingier you are after a fight, or after he finishes yelling at someone, or even when he’s mad you’re just there stealing glances and grinning . It’s not that big of a deal to him, but he doesn’t know WHY you do it.

He’s always like this. He’s always been a hot head, that was your first impression of him.

But being a relationship with him made you see in him a new light.

He’s yelled at you plenty of times before, he still does, but it’s not similar to how he does Kaminari or even Deku. It’s usually just passive aggressive comments, mixed with grumbling.

Today was no different he was already annoyed Todoroki got the highest score during the exams and he had to spar with Monoma so of course that plus his taunt really had Bakugo in a mood.

You loved it.

Seeing him blast through walls, his fangs more prominent when he yells, the way his veins pop out of his shoulders and neck. You’re so sick in the head for liking it.

You watched, looking as dazed as you usually are when you see your Blondie fight around. You nearly began to bite your lip until Bakugo caught you.

His brows furrowed for a split second, before dodging Monoma’s move. You had to straight up.

Later that evening Bakugo began to watch you with a thoughtful look. In the common area he walked past you before saying, “Meet me outside. Now.”

“Alright what the hell is your problem. You have been staring at me all day like a fucking piece of meat. You horny…..~”

“No you dick.” You slap his arm, sitting beside him on the bench, “You just looked really good today.”

“I always look good—“

“You look AIIGHT?….You just….I like how you look when you’re fighting. And yelling. And mad—“

“You’re a damn masochist.”

“No I’m not!” You scoff making him break into a chuckle, he figured you liked SOMETHING he was doing he just couldn’t put him finger on it. He smirks at you, “Is that why you like pissing me off huh?” He playfully states while he wraps his arm around your neck and nudges you forehead with his knuckles, “Always fucking annoying the shit out me? Like seeing me mad?”

You share a laugh with him and push him off, “Maybe!..SO!? Who cares I’m complimenting you you bastard.”

“Right…” Bakugo ponders, studying your face as you both sit on the bench outside, “You’re a weird ass, is this your way of telling me I should yell at you more?”

“…” You side eye him and he immediately starts pointing at you in fake disbelief, as if he were about to insult you, “I’m kidding! I don’t want you GENUINELY angry at me.”

The blonde smirks, throwing his arm over your shoulder, he couldn’t ever be actually angry at you. He does however like to know that his outburst don’t annoy you as much as he thought they did.