#they’re Crazy with a capital C

[childrenofcain-if]

Everybody thirsting over C while I can plainly see how unstable they are? My alarm bells ring off when I hear about them and we also know they're not above murder apparently, I'm scared and horny

oh you think they seem unstable now? just wait until they’ve fallen completely in love. you’ll be theirs and they’ll be damned if they even let the sickening frailty of flesh take you away from them. even god won’t be able to claim you in death, nothing ever will except C.

[holdinbacksecrets]

all caps. yoon jeonghan

you’re cautiously falling in love

“we have to be careful.”

“careful?” he leans back to rest against the brick wall and brings the beer bottle to his lips.

“mhmm, with a capital C.”

jeonghan smiles against the rim, taken by you. “tell me more about this particular kind of careful.”

you motion between the two of you with wide eyes as if saying the words is off limits, as if the reality you’ll slip into once they’re out in the open is still a little bit too much to grasp.

“you’ve got to give me more than that.” he says it like he doesn’t already know what you’re alluding to, like you’re not the last thing he thinks about before falling asleep, like he doesn’t have to hold himself back from dialing your number in the morning. the shift is so obvious, and it has been for weeks now.

you chew your bottom lip, feeling condensation from the water bottle in your hands all over your palm, mixing with anxiety perspiration. there’s a heat growing on your shoulders, and you fight the urge to run away, reminding yourself nothing bad will happen if you just say it.

“there’s something going on here, between us. there’s an urge i’m feeling to dive in head first and give my absolute all, butbutbut, you know? then the doubt comes in. the caution sign. a flashing reminder to be careful follows me everywhere.”

he’s looking at you with a softness in his eyes that shouldn’t be legal because anyone would think it’s love. jeonghan dares to smile too, with a shared kind of softness like the love is jumping from feature to feature, taking over his entire face until it’s glowing. glowing with a capital G.

“i’m not that scary, am i?” the sincerity in his question cools the heat on your skin, makes you take a step forward and eventually get close enough to let your head rest on his shoulder.

his hand is quick to meet your back before closing into a fist, knuckles run up and down the length of your spine. how dare it feel so divine?

you close your eyes and feel the bass of house music. you turn your head and bump your nose against his pulse. the feeling parts your lips—they could graze jeonghan’s neck so easily. it’s mere centimeters away, but isn’t there too much to say before the distance can close?

“do you want this defined before you dive in? how many answers would make you comfortable enough to let go with me?”

he’s asking you to set the pace. he’s solidifying all your hopes to be true: this is completely mutual, so you pull away to see the glow and smile something sparkly.

“would it be crazy to say i’ll make a list?”

jeonghan chuckles softly, “that’s exactly what i’d expect from you. i’ll make one too.”

“tomorrow afternoon—can we go over them then?”

his head falls to the side, taking you in, and you can’t decide what he’s looking for—what he’s seeing. instead of speaking, he nods, and smooths your hair back. “can i take you home?”

“have you drank a lot?”

“this is my first drink, only had a couple sips, but we can wait an hour or walk.”

“i’d like to walk.”

jeonghan was hoping you'd say that. behind cool and collected, he’s desperate for new memories to play over and over again in his head when the in-betweens of time together last too long.

[bu-blegh-ost]

A short essay about how Caspian is mathematically not a mole (ep. 115 spoilers) (and for the whole series for that matter)

Okay, alright guys, I saw your concerns. I saw it all, and you are right to be worried that your favourite blue wet man's blue and equally wet best friend may turn out to be a traitor. And so am I, trust me. Which is why I went through every single bit of Caspian's past I could dig out to create an unltimate timeline of his entire goddamn life to see it it'd be plausible for him to become a mole at any point in time and ultimately prove his innocence! If that's something you're interested in reading, then buckle up!

"Jay, you come from a division of soliders that were purposely put to infiltrate pirate crews, especially the new and upcoming ones. This is totally seperate from the Black-Ops situation that you learned about in the Stronghold. And you, in this book, can tell that there is a plant on Lizzie's crew."

This, of course is something I need to point out first. Whoever Lizzie's mole might be, they are not a doppelganger. They are not a clone, or Black-Ops, just a solider of the Navy, a person that must have gotten into the Navy via regular recruitment, be trained by them and then put into a spy division. Jay ofc had this entire process sped up, due to her grandma's influence, but no one other than her, especially an Undersea citizen, who would probably have to put in extra effort to be trusted given their shaky political situation few years back, would get the same treatment. What I'm trying to say, Caspian would need time, at least few years of training to become a mole they'd trust to infiltrate a crew, and not just any crew might I add. More on that later. Let's go back to his most early years for now. This is a fragment of episode 84 in which Caspian talks to Gillion abt his early life:

C: We all have family. I consider my life up here, this crew to be my found family. But my previous…tribe with the water genasi in the Undersea, where I was growing up…sort of in a [illegible]... remember me telling you about the outskirts? We um…was very nomadic, quite a, quite a peaceful, tranquil life, but it was always, you know…mixed with this life of poverty and my family wasn’t very…wouldn’t really have much but the water around us, and each other, I suppose, so uh…You know...I mean my mother didn’t make it past old age, and uh…

G: I’m sorry…

C: When my sister left the tribe, my father sort of fell into a depression of sorts and he stopped moving around. And when we stayed in one place, I was 18 or so, maybe 16, it was a while ago, and then…that’s when I left as well. Ventured to the Oversea, and um…and it’s history, so that’s my family. Not sure what they’re up to these days, I mean…I know my sister went to the capital, where you were.

G: Pirating is a pretty lucrative business, maybe if…we managed to find them or run into them, we can give something back, put them in a better situation.

C: …Well um…I mean this was 10-15, 10 to 12 to 15 years ago, quite some, quite some time, so I don’t even know if my father is alive still, I mean I don’t really have the desire to go back to the undersea, Gill.

G: Wha-why not?

C: Because I like my life up here. This is where I’m happy.

So, before we go to what all of that entails, one more quick crazy thing to mention: so, Caspian's sister is an Elder of the Undersea. Like for sure. This is confirmed by this part from ep. 79:

The Triton who you remember as the Elder Odolaf, who looks like he is about to speak, but is cut off by the water genasi, who has been doing a lot of talking thus far, who is Elder Celeste. They stand up and there is a familiarity that you notice now in their face. It’s like you have met them before, but not in the way that you know them because they are the Elder, but in a way that it’s like, they look like somebody you know. And she has sort of these uh, white tied-up like dreads that are tied up in like a bun and they come across the face and then one side is shaved. And there are beads and piercings in her hair, her ears are a little bit more sea elf-like in the way that they are pointed and they kind of like gradient into pink. They all kind of wear the same sort of ornate robes, though hers is more, I guess faded and like cut a bit, look a bit more warriorous, or like tribal, but still very well-made and professional.

Tribal clothing, a water genasi, that looks like someone Gillion saw before in the face. The only water genasi Gillion met after leaving the Undersea is Caspian. Elder Celeste is Caspian's sister. Wild. Anyway, not what we're here for, but I needed to mention that.

The crazier thing is that Caspian left to Oversea when he was 16-18, and it has been 10-15 years since then. That means Caspian is currently 26 at possible youngest, and 33 at his oldest, which was surprising to me, I did not imagine Caspian as a man in his 30s! But that's straight up facts, so holy shit, you know?

Okay, so I'm going to list a lot of small facts that determine a lot of ages in quick succession. I hope it's not gonna be too scary to look at, I'll simplify it all at the end. [Deep inhale]

Right now Gillion is 22. So when Caspian left the Undersea, Gillion was 12-7. Jay is 21 and Ava was 2 years older, same age as Lizzie. So Lizzie is 23 now. When Caspian left the Undersea, she was 13-8. Chip is 19, so Lizzie is 4 years older. Hole in the Sea happened when Chip was 9, so Lizzie was 13. So Caspian left the Undersea around the same time Lizzie crashed on the uninhabited island with Chey after the Hole.

It's a lot, I know, I know. So let me clear this up a little.

Hole in the sea was 10 years ago. Chip was 9, Lizzie was 13. 10 years ago Caspian was in the age between 16 and 23, and he left the Undersea when he was 16 or 18. So roughly at the same time the Black Sea happened, Caspian came to the surface for the first time.

(also pls note that we are talking in estimates, casue in ep. 36 Lizzie says she was 11 when the hole happened, but in ep. 101 she says she was the same age as Ava which by the power of math would put her at 13. Either way, somewhere around that age)

After that, Lizzie spend some time on an uninhabited island with Chey, the Black Rose cook, who sacrificed herself for Liz, so she could survive and died shortly after. We do not know how much time passed, but I assume no longer than few months, and after that she was saved by Captain Shadowbeard where she met Caspian. They were a part of Shadowbeard's crew, Caspian saved her from the massacre where Shadowbeard was killed, and then Lizzie went on to create her own crew, Grandberry Pirates with Caspian never leaving her for a second since he met her. That means that the only time Caspian could have joined the Navy would be RIGHT after he came to the Oversea for the first time, roughly at the same time Lizzie was stranded on an island, and in that short period of time (between Lizzie's crash on the island and her being found by Shadowbeard) he would have to find the time to be trusted and accepted by Navy, get trained specifically for infiltration AND infiltrate not anyones BUT FUCKING SHADOWBEARD'S SHIP. Not a NEW crew. A crew of one of the most legendary pirates on the sea. Cause before Lizzie, Caspian was Sadowbeard's crew member, and since then he never stopped being a pirate, so if he was a solider, he would have had to be one before Shadowbeard. And remeber what Grizzly said in 115: "Jay, you come from a division of soliders that were purposely put to infiltrate pirate crews, especially the new and upcoming ones."

Shadowbeard was not new. Not upcoming. He was dangerous and Navy must have had the balls of steal to send a rookie solider, which Caspian would have been at that point in time, to infiltrate him. The numbers say it's impossible. Guys, the numbers! They don't add up!

Anyway, so basically Caspian could not be a mole. He is not a new pirate, he was not a member of a fresh crew, becaue his pirate journey did not start with Lizzy, it started with Shadowbeard. Grandberry Pirates is a new crew, but Caspian is not a newbie in it. You know who is? Rudith. I mean what kind of doctor lets a bunch of rowdy pirates have a secret base under a place where sick and vulnerable rest??? Like ANY other place would have been better and more respectful! Also you know what's interesting? Gillion could heal these people with lay on hands easily, and yet the only thing Rudith did for them was give them potions that didn't seem to help and look after them on purely non-medical level. Bro didn't do shit. Like, why would you even become a doctor without having access to healing magic? The answer, you are not. You are a Navy solider in disguise.

Okay, okay, I'm done, that's all. If you got this far, you are a hero, thank you for reading this insanely long ramble, but that's kind of the conclusions that I came to, of course, any counter-theories and discussion in general is very much welcome! I'd love to hear your opinions! Love you guys, bye~

[wordy-little-witch]

Once upon a witchlight incorrect quotes hours let's GOOOOOO

This is a mix of an incorrect quites generator and my own brain being silly so take this with a grain of salt and/or kill me(/hj)

Frost: I like your new pants!

Torbek: Thanks, Torbek got them for 50% off!

Gricko: I bet we’d all like them better if they were 100% off. *winks*

Torbek: The store can’t just give away clothes for free.

Kremy: Thats’s… not what he meant, Torbek-

Torbek: Torbek doesn't have anything against stealing, but that’s a terrible way to run a business, guys-

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Gideon: Capitalization is the difference between "I had to help my uncle Jack off a horse.." and "I had to help my uncle jack off a horse.."

Frost: how am I supposed to live, laugh, love in these conditions

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Kremy: I'm a nice person, but I'm about to start throwing rocks at people.

Gideon: only one of those statements are true

Frost: I'll gather the rocks.

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Gricko: How would you like your coffee?

Torbek: As dark and as bitter as Torbek's soul.

Gricko, shouting to Kremy by the coffee pot: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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Torbek: PLEASE EXPLAIN TO TORBEK WHAT UPSEXY IS!

Gricko: Could you rephrase the question, in like, two words maybe? :D

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Torbek, texting Kremy: I’m a theif.

Kremy: Thief.

Torbek: Theif.

Kremy: I before E except after C.

Torbek: Thceif.

Kremy: NO.

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Torbek: *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?

Gricko: Like its slips on and off really easily.

Torbek:

Gricko: No, I didn't mean it like that-

Gideon: We know what you meant.

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Frost: *on the phone with Gricko* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit.

Gricko: You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you.

Frost: Maybe.

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Torbek: *walks into the room*

Kremy: They’re covered in blood again. Why is it they’re always covered in blood?

Gricko: Well, it looks like it’s their own blood this time.

Torbek: Torbek's tube cracked :(

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Gideon: Yeah, a partner sounds nice, but a supreme enemy you can make out with in secret sometimes sounds a lot more hardcore.

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Gricko: Why are your tongues purple?

Torbek: Torbek and Frost had slushies. Torbek had a blue one.

Frost: I had a red one.

Gricko: oh.

Gricko:

Gricko: OH.

Twig:

Twig: You drank each others slushies?

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Torbek: Torbek can't take this anymore, someone needs to take Torbek out!

Gricko: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

Torbek: Torbek don't know, surprise Torbek!

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Gideon: Thank you all for coming.

Torbek, wearing a hospital gown: When Torbek heard mister Gideon couldn't get laid, Torbek dropped everything and came straight here.

Gideon: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck Gideon Task Force".

Kremy: we're literally all right here-

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Torbek: This food is too hot... Torbek can't eat it.

Gideon: You’re hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: *silence*

Kremy: SERIOUSLY?!

Frost: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

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Torbek: Heyyyy, Torbek is going to take a shower. Does anyone wanna come too?

Literally any of the guys: Torbek. If we ever say no to that question, you need to obliterate us, because we’ve obviously gone crazy.

Torbek: this got very intense very quickly and Torbek doesn't know how to handle that.

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Gideon: As main top in this relationship, I think we should-

Kremy+Frost: whooooaaa! Hey! Not cool, man!!! We do that too!!!!

Gricko: I don't care one way or another but I'm fine either side :DD

Torbek: Torbek can't believe you're all pulling rank on Torbek :'(

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Gideon: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Gricko: I sleep with a knife.

Kremy: Both of you are pathetic.

Gideon: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Kremy: Torbek.

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[Pre-poly, after ep 19]

Torbek: Hey guys...? Have you seen Torbek's penis??

Kremy: your- your what now??

Torbek: Torbek's penis!!

Gideon: I have heard a lot of wild ass things come outta your mouth, Turkey boy, but this'un is... yeesh

Torbek: Torbek's penis is gone. Torbek... thinks he had it last night? Maybe? But Torbek was very tired so... Torbek doesn't know :(

Gricko: I did find a silicone packer with rainbow glitter stars-?

Torbek: THANK YOU, GRICKO, TORBEK'S PENIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO TORBEK'S STRENUOUS GRIP ON MENTAL WELLNESS!!!!

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Torbek: Torbek is here, Torbek is queer, and Torbek's chronic joint pain is moderate to severe *flicks sunglasses down*

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Gideon: wait- oh holy shit guys! Y'all listen up!!

Kremy: what the fuck are you doing, Gid-?

Gideon: Kremy. Krem. Boss. Listen.

Kremy: I'm listening, what??

Gideon: if Torbek is trans-

Kremy: he is.

Gideon: yeah, but if Torbek called someone daddy-

Kremy: *confused lizardfolk noises*

Gideon: would that make them.... trans-parent? :D

Kremy:

Gideon:

Gricko: *falls from a rafter overhead, crying with laughter*

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Frost: Here's two facts about me.

Frost: 1. I hate people.

Frost: 2. I like my people, against my better judgement

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Gricko: I’m quick at math.

Frost: Ok, what’s 38 times 76?

Gricko: 24.

Frost: That wasn’t even close.

Gricko: But it was quick.

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Gideon: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong.

Kremy: *Sipping their drink after accidentally adding salt* I just like the way it tastes.

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Gideon: Frost likes to say ‘you can be part of the problem or part of the solution,’ but I happen to believe you can be both.

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Torbek: Holy shit, Mister Gideon, do you know what this means?!

Gideon: Kid, whenever you start doing this, nobody knows what you mean.

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Gideon: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack open a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?

Kremy: Schrödinger's boys.

Gricko: FUCK!

Torbek: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?

Frost: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do.

Frost: All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.

Gideon: ...

Gricko: ...

Kremy: ...

Torbek: ...

Frost: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town.

[mikewheeler-anon]

Micheál (Mee-hawl) Whalen/Whelan

Introducing Irishmikegate aka Mikes gay Irish cousin who falls in love with Will.

Headcanons

he loves telling people they’re off their bollocks and saying the words shite and feck.

He loves comparing his cousins ginger friend Max Mayfield to a leprechaun and calling her a gobshite whenever she annoys him or Mike.

Not the best at as gaeilge tbh but don’t judge him he’s trying his best. (Like how Mike got a C in Spanish Micheál got a merit in Gaeilge)

Attends either a mixed public school or an all boys catholic private school.(definitely the second option💀)

Plays hockey in school his dad encouraged him to try rugby but he found it too rough for his liking (he’s so me)

Apart of his schools science club and creative writing club he’s actually looking to create a project for the bt young scientists in fourth year.

Feels dread over his junior cert/state exams

Accepting of his homosexuality although he fears for his safety because of Ireland at the time being conservative and only legalising homosexuality in 1993.

Has been in an all boys school since junior infants (5) and as a result of this his curiosity/desire to have friends of the opposite gender is mistaken as him being girl crazy

Refers to his equivalent of the party as the lads

Views cork as the true capital of Ireland.

Grew up watching Eurovision.

Very bitchy when provoked

Him and Mike are actually pen pals they get along surprisingly well.

He’s definitely be one of those locals who bitch about American tourists despite being part American.💀💀💀

post inspired by Eduardo gate and Mikhail gate.

[ciaossu-imagines]

How do you think Madoka, Gingka and Kyoya would confess? And luckily for them, the person likes them in return.

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Oh, a Beyblade: Metal Fusion request! This is a little surprising and really exciting! I’m so happy to get the chance to write for the fandom on here so thank you so much for sending this in 😊 I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons, my dear!

Madoka

First off, I feel like Madoka is someone who is kind of in love with love. She comes off, to me at least, like someone who would really be into the idea of being in a loving relationship with someone. She isn’t extremely prone to crushes in the way of being boy-crazy, because that’s something she isn’t. She spends a lot of time with boys and doesn’t develop crushes on them. It’s just that, when she does develop a crush on someone, she crushes hard.

Hard with a capital H. Madoka, when she falls for someone, falls for them completely. When she gets a crush on someone, they become something she thinks about all the time. She smiles more, she’ll start daydreaming more. She tries everything she can to spend more time with them. She starts really listening to everything they say, picking up every small detail she can about them and committing those things to memories. She’ll find herself randomly associating certain things with them and then every time she sees those things, boom, they’re on her mind and she has to stop herself from getting those things for the person because oh gosh, what if that person thinks she’s creepy for doing so.

She tries as hard as she can though to befriend the person and to really work her way into their life. She is still who she is as a person because having a crush isn’t something that makes Madoka change her personality, like some people do when they have crushes, but she definitely starts becoming interested in things that they’re interested in that she might not have thought too much about before. She spends as much time as possible with the person, and she keeps an eye out for any signs that they might like her in return.

While normally very confident in herself, she might overthink conversations through a romantic lens, trying to figure out if the person meant more than surface level with some comments, if they were really flirting or if they were simply being friendly, stuff like that. She finds herself second guessing herself when she has a crush.

She also spends a lot more time on her appearance than she normally does when she has a crush, just in case they run into each other and on the days when she absolutely knows she’s going to see them and spend time with them, she can easily put in an hour or more choosing the right outfit, how to wear her hair, how to do her makeup (something she’s not too great at, she’ll admit).

When she has finally accepted that she’s really and truly completely infatuated with a person, when she’s reached the point of knowing that she can’t continue on without knowing if the person she likes feels the same way about her, she knows that she needs to confess. She’s not someone who will be content with writing out her feelings. She feels that would be taking an almost cowardly way out. She feels it’s only proper, and the brave thing to do, confessing to them face to face.

She wants it to be special though and she’ll ask the person she likes to hang out on a day. She has the day all planned out, what they’ll go do together, and she really does everything she can to make it a really nice, relaxing, and lovely day for her and the person she likes. She tries to create little intimate moments, times that seem kind of right for romance, and it’s during one of those moments, when the two of them are just content in each other’s company, that she’ll confess to them.

She’s obviously very relieved and over the moon that the person she likes feels the same way towards her. She’ll slip her hand into theirs after they tell her that they reciprocate her feelings, will smile warmly at them, tell them she’s glad. To her, this means they’re now officially dating, so she’ll start referring to that person after that as her boyfriend or girlfriend, whatever fits better with their gender expression, and she feels a distinct thrill for the first several weeks in getting to say those words.

Gingka

It actually takes quite a while for Gingka to really realize that he’s caught any sort of romantic feelings for someone. It’s not something he picks up on right away, both because those aren’t feelings that are extremely normal for him and because those are feelings that develop slowly for him.

Gingka is that type of person who is very friendly, who can easily talk to people, who gains relationships with others very easily. He can have a conversation with someone and strike up a friendship with them all in the space of a half hour. And yes, to him it is a friendship. It might not be as deep and loyal a friendship as a friendship he has with someone he’s known for, like, ten years, but he will definitely still consider that person a friend.

Gingka takes friendship seriously. He’s interested in other people, he supports them and wants to see them succeed, he’s got their back, he shows genuine kindness and interest in them. So, when he notices that he’s thinking more than usual about someone, that he’s more excited than normal to see someone, that he’s absolutely worried about this person losing or failing in some way, he’s going to just chalk it up to the fact that this person is his friend. Of course it makes sense, in his brain, for him to be feeling all this intense emotion. It just goes to show how good his friendship and his bond with this person is, right? Sure, he might not feel the same way he’s feeling now towards his other friend, but everyone’s bond with each other is different, that’s all.

So, he just continues operating under this assumption that all these feelings are just the deep bond of friendship and he’ll continue to do so for quite a while. He can go on for months, even years, just mentally telling himself that all these feelings are just because he deeply cares about his friend.

It’s only when his feelings are so blatantly, obviously, undeniably romantic – he keeps focusing on their lips when they talk, keeps finding himself wondering what it would be like to kiss them, he hates any hint or any joke made that they might be crushing on anyone, he misses them so incredibly much when they’re away from him for any length of time – that he really, firmly clues into what he’s feeling.

At that point, it’s that ‘shit, I’m in love with my best friend’ moment for him.

He’s puzzled, confused, and more than a little anxious. After all, he’s not entirely sure what to make of any of his emotions and even more unsure as to what the best course of action is.

He isn’t really sure that he wants to confess, honestly. He doesn’t know if he wants to risk losing a really solid, healthy, wonderful friendship over feelings that he does not know are reciprocated. He’s battling a little inside himself wondering whether he should mention what he’s feeling or not.

He’s definitely very noticeably off to his friend, who keeps getting their questions of whether he’s alright avoided or blown off by Gingka.

Gingka’s confession comes out of nowhere. They’re talking about something completely separate. Gingka had absolutely no plans of saying it at that moment, it wasn’t a thought in his head that he was going to do so. His friend was just laughing and smiling at something he’d said, their head thrown back a little, their smile something Gingka couldn’t tear his eyes away from and the words slipped out.

To his credit, he does not try to take them back. Though he hadn’t meant to say them, they are the truth and he won’t lie to his friend now that it’s out there in the open. He might be feeling like he’s having a heart attack, like there’s a great big hand squeezing his heart, but he won’t take it back.

The words linger on the air for a minute or two, the two of them standing in silence before his friend lets him know that they feel the same way about him.

To say that Gingka is enthusiastic about that knowledge is an understatement. He is so stoked. He’s practically skipping as he walks his friend, now partner, home and he can’t stop smiling.

He’ll leave the more in-depth conversations regarding what they want to be to each other, if they want to officially date and such, for another time – for now, he just wants to really enjoy each other’s company and the knowledge that they both hold some degree of love for each other.

Kyoya

I know some of his fans will be a little upset at me for saying this, but I really do not, in any way, see Kyoya as being someone who is in tune with his emotions. While he definitely has a lot of emotions, in that he is someone whose emotions are almost violent in their intensity and how much they consume him, he’s not someone who is always easily able to discern what exactly it is he’s feeling or why he's feeling that way. Even when he is able to kind of get a handle on what he’s feeling – ‘I’m feeling sad’ or in a more romantic sense, ‘I’m feeling like I am want to punch that person talking to (person Kyoya has a crush on) – he’s not always able to understand what’s making him feel that way or what he should do about it.

He’s another one, much like Gingka, that I don’t really see as knowing straight away that the feelings he’s having towards the person he’s interested in are actually a crush. While he’s definitely going to be quicker to clue into that fact than Gingka is, it’s still going to take Kyoya a little bit.

Meanwhile, while he’s figuring it out, he’s actually prone to get a little grumpy and grouchy. The only person he’s not completely grouchy towards is the person he’s got the crush on.

It just all sucks, you know? He’s got all these big emotions, he’s thinking about this person so much, he’s going out of his way to make them smile. He’s pulling all his best moves, putting out so much effort, trying to show off for them, constantly checking to see if they’re paying attention to him and saw that cool moment of his. He’s finding himself stopping in the perfume section of a store and just taking whiffs of the sample bottle of the perfume they wear because they’re not there and he misses the way they smell.

It’s just everything that Kyoya does not want to feel. He does not want to be so wrapped up in any one person. He does not have the time for a crush. He just wants all the feelings to go away.

He’s trying his best. He doesn’t want to hurt them. He’s doing little soft things here and there, to show his affection – making sure they eat or getting them meals. He blushes around them. He lectures them if he thinks something they did was dangerous. He listens to them and gives advice, trying to help them by ‘solving’ their problems. He might even offer to solve their problems with brute force…he’s trying, despite fighting these really conflicting, hard feelings for him.

He’ll deny he has a crush so, so, SO hard. If anyone even made a joke about it, he’d react so harshly and so angrily that his crush would definitely feel sad and hurt by his actions. It’s actually quite possibly a very upsetting time between the two of them.

I really don’t see Kyoya as being someone to confess in a traditional sense. He’s very much the ‘going to do something for you that clearly shows a high degree of care for you as a person, that shows that I’ve been paying attention to every tiny thing you’ve told me, and that has so much love put into it while also saying not to read into it, it’s just because you looked so pathetic, you idiot, it’s not that I like you or anything…’ kind of person. Or, if you like tropey names, I do indeed see him as kind of a tsundere. It’s not healthy by any means, and not a great thing in a relationship, but that’s where he’s starting out. He can, and will, improve on handling his attachment towards his partner throughout the span of a relationship but his starting point is always going to be intensely caring about his person but not being able to admit it or being too embarrassed about being able to feel those things.

It’s actually going to work out best if Kyoya’s crush confessed to him, whether directly or indirectly. He can more easily go along with a confession to him than he can confess himself.

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

@doomsayings I had to make a separate post bc I have too much to say for a reply lmao. But I’M OBSESSED!! I literally only started Housewives to humor a friend but then it got me like immediately lol. I’m not current on either tbh tho. Housewives I’m on season… four? The one where Carlton and Joyce joined. And VPR I’m on season two. I’m trying to watch to keep up with both so that they’re like around the same time ish for any crossover content.

General thoughts, I’m in loooove with Lisa Vanderpump. She’s so sexy 😭😭😭 and she seems like the most genuine and normal of them? Hate that they’re all turning on her rn where I’m at in the season. Like leave her alone!!! She hasn’t done anything wrong ever.

Season one was really funny with the insane Kyle and Camille drama. Probably the only time Kyle has ever been justified imo sjdhdd. It was really cool how Camille turned around and became the least dramaful person over the subsequent seasons tho. Like she ended up leaving the show but Good For Her. It sounds like she had some like capital T Therapy and became way more mature and mellow.

Kyle was fun in like season one? But she’s been kind of pearl clutchy and annoying since idk. It’s good drama ig. But I’m neutral on her. I liked her relationship with Lisa a lot though rip it made a lot of sense why Lisa wanted to step back. And it’s been really funny how Kyle’s legit just acting like a jealous ex over it and being like “but why don’t you love me anymore :C” I was very 👀👀 when they kissed in Paris as a “joke” tho.

Adrienne seemed really chill and level headed at first at least next to the others and then got bizarrely touchy by the end. I love drama but hers seemed really petty all the time, so I was glad she left the show. Also she like transparently absolutely LOATHED her husband from the first episode, so I’m surprised it took her that long to get divorced.

Also past season but the Taylor thing was scary!!! It was insane seeing the “woman yelling at cat” meme in context and it’s like in the middle of her mental breakdown due to her abusive af husband.

I used to like Brandi a lot but she’s spiraled pretty bad? Like on intro she seemed genuinely really nice and just vaguely without a filter (same) and everyone was ganging up on her for objectively really minor things or interpreting her in bad faith all the time. But idk she got genuinely super racist with Joyce. And now she’s being mean to Lisa 💔

Carlton’s fun but insane. Love her weird goth house and how she and her husband are both clearly sleeping with the nanny. Also just all the very gay moments with Brandi and it’s hilarious how much she seems to hate Kyle for no reason?? Kyle could just be like “hi” and she’s like WHY WOULD YOU EVER SAY SOMETHING SO PASSIVE AGRESSIVE?? I’m sad to see her go but also shdhdfd she is just kind of crazy.

Joyce is meh. She’s just kind of boring. But very pretty. I am happy to stare at her. I know she doesn’t last past the one season either.

Yolanda seems deranged in her personal life but the most solid and reasonable in like the friend dynamic and when drama goes down. It’s really insane though how she’ll just say something completely crazy in passing and then gloss over it shdgd I think she also leaves soon? But she’s fun.

Kim’s also eh. She has soooo many issues but she handles them kind of annoyingly. Her life story is so fucked up and interesting though.

Re: VPR Stassi is probably my fave, she’s so messy 😭😭😭 That entire friend group is just awful! The way they have zero boundaries lmao. It’s like sitcom levels where they’re just together all the damn time. It also makes me feel better about adulthood lmao like these people act like insane teenagers!

Stassi is probs my fave. Love her mean girl energy. Scheana is vapid but probably like… the most solid friend? All the others are such assholes lmao. They never show up for each other!

I’m also not like there yet obvs but I have heard of Scandoval. So rn being at the point where Sandoval and Kristen break up (probably for good?) and the initial #vibes with Ariana, loosely knowing how it goes, is insaaaaane.

I also love every time there’s Housewives crossover, and they’re catering a party or something and are like “what the fuck is wrong with these rich people” shdhff like yeah.

So I’m having a great time! I love Mess!

[nichoberri]

This isn’t like a rant or anything, so sorry if it seems like it lol. anyways, I’ve been thinking that a lot of people say nct, specifically nct 127’s title tracks have ‘gone down hill’. And I can definitely see why people may not prefer them, everyone is entitled to their own taste. Additionally, the combination of genres in 127’s title tracks can be abrasive in nature, in regards to the audio. I’ve personally accepted that I’ll like everything they put out even if it takes a couple of listens, but I guess that why they’re my ults lol.

But getting back on track, I’d just like to say that their title tracks have always encountered this type of split opinion from their debut, as they’ve always had this experimentalist sound to them. This did mean they were not as popular in 2016/17, because they had a fairly new / adapted concept and sound (and they had just debuted so obviously they wouldn’t be that popular yet, although they are an SM group). They did have a breakthrough with cherry bomb, yet that was still perceived as a little insane lmao; and their popularity grew more in 2018 onwards. What I’m essentially trying to say is that they have always had crazy-with-a-capital-C title tracks, in comparison to their RnB, hip hop, and ballad style b-sides (they obviously cover more genres than this, but you get me lol). 

All in all, I think the influx in comments and posts about 127’s ‘quirky’ title tracks is due to their rapidly increasing overall popularity and virality within the k-pop sphere and celebrity world as a whole.

I hope this made at least some sense. I don’t think this was a targeted or nasty opinion, more so a general musing; so I hope I didn’t offend anyone or sound condescending.

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[toinfinitywinning]

Yk I’ve always wondered something w/ the Pro-Birth crowd. When or if that baby identifies as transgender, or needs assistance from the ACA, or free School lunch or let’s get crazy and Go as far as the clean needle exchange—it’s as if their Life ends and they’re not worth it all the sudden. At least hateful Rhetoric, baseless prejudice and lack of Support- funding and laws would suggest that possibility based on other single-issue-voting tropes and fake News of its own.

Should men and their partners have like a condom limit registry? Or keep them locked up like 🦦box Phone cases at Wal☆Mart waiting for the one electronics worker to float around with that jail cell like Key Ring or the one from Titanic when all the water Gates were closing? What would the government need to take from them?

Not like childish quid Pro quo (Adult speak for petty In this example) but like, maybe biweekly urine tests published or mandatory sperm banking with no tracers and be In the next fiction Netflix docu about the true story of the guy with over 1000 children… 🤔

Or, recount sexual encounters to an assigned psychologist In an Out of Network Insurance Plan near you. How invasive and humiliating In order to get it…but sometimes it doesn’t seem like even those things matter. B/c I truly believe that what tr?mp said In 2016 was telling the Truth for once: he could shoot somebody In the middle of Times Square or his..tower w/ the escalator and get away w/ it. Then, camera evidence and sound bites somehow turned fake News so Fast you’d think Dems and TikTok’ers had subscriptions to instantaneous AI creating tools.

Ofc, this includes women Who continue to ✔ote against themselves, too. Women are often proficient against themselves.

Sound ridiculous? Too graphic? Offensive? Yea, kinda. But so is the story of the Woman dying In her car In a hospital parking lot b/c not even malpractice Insurance can save these doctors or women clearly from Life saving care.

But we’re well past that. This isn’t political correctness or canceling or sensitivity & especially if what I’m saying is more offensive than idk “I don’t care about women I just want their ✔ote.”

This tr?mp God Complex with ppl is like their own golden calf. Maybe tr?mp’s bibles (his don’t get the capital B...) left that story out of the Old Testament. In that Case then he’s also selling foldable switchblade hunting knives and minted coins at WEBSITE near you.

The Blue campaign and no campaign is Perfect or without flaw or Offense, horrible people or Biden’s Big mouth and inappropriate comments at times, or apparently the Way Kamala’s laugh and beauty REALLY offends people yk that she slept her Way to the top, but if you are honestly struggling to see any of this I will help you make that T-chart. I’m not eloquent and will curse more than you’d like, but we’ll be fine.

Today’s been annoying for several reasons so taking to FB and being even more annoying, productivity ranting with an End goal was just drumming.

Julia Roberts was Right—women can keep it even at the ballot box. Now had she been In Pretty Woman and saying this she’d be brushed off and incompetent b/c she was an escort. “BIG MISTAKE, yuge.” You know the iconic scene.

Here’s to the men that we love. If you’re In the Alpha Chi Chapter of Sigma Kappa at GC you’ll get that sentence. Full ⭕️.

Deuces.

[omegaji]

I have been asked to make a dear-creator for non-jadecest (for kidfic exchange treating purposes) and I will Gladly do so

I like any LWJ ship he is my blorbo, but I especially love shipping him with JC and/or WWX 

I am mostly here for omega LWJ content so consider all of this omegaji 👀 

Likes:

Alpha WWX

Grumpy lwj

8-9 months pregnant LWJ

LWJ with twins and triplets

Just LWJ with LOTS of babies

LWJ crooning at his kids, scenting them, cuddling them

Breastfeeding

Angst (happy ending or not)

High drama, intrigue, mystery, horror

Unhealthy relationships 

Dislikes (aside from DNW on my request):

Alpha lwj

CQL canon or designs or anything

More in depth likes / prompts / musings (i’m making these all wangxian but if you wanna make it any other ship i will eat it whole):

40-something LWJ and 20-something alpha WWX and lwj has kids already and wwx wants to seduce him and has all these fantasies of knocking lwj up and lwj is eventually like “if you want me to engage with your breeding kink you have to show me that you have what it takes to parent. Go tell my 14 year old that she can’t go to that party this weekend. I’ll be listening.” Like Hercules and the 12 labors 

LWJ hires WWX as a babysitter for him while he’s in heat. WWX can be alpha or omega. Up to you if Things happen 👀 God this would be a fantastic one for voyeurism  

LWJ having fucked up mother-child relationships like he breastfeeds his kids for way too long and babies them even when they’re teens or adults. WWX can be an enabler or tries to gently pry him away lmao

Wwx comes back and LWJ has several kids already (previous ship or like a sperm donation thing like the one ive written about before in that JC/LQR fic) and he can’t keep up his act or care about lwj being his enemy in his past life bc the kids are all so much like LWJ except like maybe One Crazy One and he cannot handle how cute and funny it is. Amazing one to make lwj heavily pregnant in 👀

Omegaverse preferences

Intersex male omegas and female alphas

Gender and dynamic is assigned at birth rather than presented at puberty

No betas (the rare sigma or other variation of O and A is interesting, and also beta as a non-assigned dynamic but similar to nonbinary gender IRL is interesting)

A and O have noticeable physical differences; omegas on average are shorter and curvier and have softer features, alphas on average are taller and more bulky when they gain muscle and sharper features

A and O to have on average personality differences associated with societal upbringing/socialization (this doesn’t necessarily mean i like my omegas submissive and my alphas dominant, but that they on average tend to be if that’s how society demands it and if someone does not adhere to the gender and dynamic rules then there’s either some kind of consequence or at least it’s noticed)

Basically, I like A and O to have similar effects on people as M and F have in IRL society, so there’s 4 assigned genders (AF, AM, OF, OM) rather than 2

Alpha women and omega men are sort of in-between in terms of social hierarchy and can choose to present masculine or feminine (more-so in the modern era) and it’s seen as normal, they can use whatever gendered terms they identify with

Claims/marks are not permanent and need to be renewed periodically

No capital C Commands

People in heat or rut CAN control themselves, but it is just really difficult to go against what their instincts say

[charliecoxbf]

every multiple of 9!

Sorry if I got any number wrong, I suck at math and had to use a calculator to find the multiples of 9 😭

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Yes, actually. My father wrote a song for my birthday. It... wasn't a great experience.

18: Do you believe in karma?

I believe in being the karma you want to see in the world. Do something nice for someone nice. Be a dick to an asshole.

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Sound I hate: the grindr notification sound. i wish they'd let us change it.

Sound I love: my alarm clock for my meds at night.

36: Define Art.

Something that moves you. Touches you.

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

Oh that's a toughie. Uuuuh. Probably the time I broke my right arm at the elbow. The bone broke completely so my arm was just hanging there. My mom cried so much, she was so scared. It didn't heal right, so to this day I can bend my arm in the opposite direction a little (not much) and my mom hates it.

I'm not counting the seizure because it wasn't an injury per se, it was a seizure.

54: What’s the last thing you purchased?

TicTacs. Orange flavored.

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

I go full on Gomez Addams and become overwhelmingly enamored with them.

72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

A) I tell the people I love who love me on my last week, so the entire month isn't ruined by premature sadness. I write a post on my blog to be queued and published after my death so my online friends don't think I ghosted them.

B) spend time with my loved ones. Eat my favorite foods. Take out a loan in my name to pay for said food, safe in the knowledge that the debt dies with me. Masturbate a lot (won't waste time with meaningless sex).

C) I'd be worried for the people I left behind. I'm personally not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of how my death would hurt my loved ones. My best friends, my mother. How will they cope? How will they feel?

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

I don't want to be buried, I want to be cremated. But if I were to be buried, I'd love for my tombstone to say I left the world a little bit better than I found it.

90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Probably pee a little. Then i assess the situation. If the mummies aren't doing anything I probably just go back to sleep. If they wanted to hurt me they would have already. Maybe they just want to chill. Besides, being schizophrenic and having had visual hallucinations before, I'd just assume they aren't real.

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Oh god there are so many answers to this. It depends on the circumstances. If they know I'm the one talking I'd say something like "fear me for I am god". If they think the voice is God I'd say "overthrow capitalism. Use force if necessary." If everyone thinks they're just hearing voices and going crazy I'd say something like "wake up" just to stirr shit.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Well then ... What would say since mc from obey me is a sheep alot of the guys from obey me assume that their make due to the horns ( female sheep's in some species's have horns 2, and they looked like pokemon in my opinion ), and say someone figure out to make them back to human and cloud of smokes and pop out that mc is a female ( a curvy female~ )

What if your opinion of yandere Mammon, yandere Diavolo, and Yandere Simeon would react on the situation

I think it’d be easiest if everyone saw you all at once. Like say you and the boys were once again on a retreat at Diavolo’s castle and you just so happened to get splashed by the remedy, showing your true form. Like Barbatos is trying to casually hand it to you, to try it on later, and in some crazy fashion Mammon ends up spilling it on you. Now with a poof and some smoke you are standing there with two curly horns in your hair and (h/c) fuzzy accents covering your bits in your typical human form. Everybody stops to stare and once again Mammon is the first to break the silence. 

“Where’s (Y/n)?” 

He says this in absolute disbelief as he has to tear his gaze away from your body. Finding you not trotting on the ground he just can’t seem to connect the dots. Diavolo chuckles and he’s the first to take advantage as he strolls up to give you a hug. 

“Nice to meet you in your true form (Y/n)! You look absolutely stunning!” 

Diavolo 

Of course Diavolo been knew this is how you looked 

He approved you among so many humans

He knew you were never a guy but it was entertaining to see everyone become so enamored with you without your appearance getting in the way

If this is a temporary spell he’s going to make it permanent if not to only make interactions with the brothers more interesting but to see actual expressions on your face

Of course in your sheep form you found your own way to be expressive but he just can’t get enough of your real cute face

Whether you’re embarrassingly asking for real clothes 

Or thanking him Barbatos for returning you back to your original form

“My pleasure (Y/n)!”

After a while though I think he’d be less excited to realize now everyone has more of a reason to fall for you

Before you were just cute to everyone, he knew that but at least he knew of your actual face that made you all the more desirable to him 

But now everyone knows and if they wanted a piece of you before they definitely want it now

‘No matter, this only makes this game more interesting’

Now he’ll have to find ways to compete for your attention and really capitalize off your human body

“As a matter of fact (Y/n) do you mind still posing for this picture? You may not be a sheep anymore but you’re still the cutest mascot!!”

Mammon

“You’re a sexy woman!!!???” 

Dude’s going to be doing backflips

He liked you before but he loves this

Now when he squeezes you close to him feeling the plush of your assets he’s reminded of how much of a lover you can be to him

Like most of the boys you were kind of like a cute little pet that they can fight over and garner attention from

But now that along with your heartmelting words your adorable face and actions just reinstate how much they love you

Mammon is no different

While he’ll find it so much harder to defy you like the tsundere he is, he fights just as hard to keep you by his side

His brothers all think he’s dumb and stupid but mind you he hopped on the (Y/n)-train before anyone else

Ignoring the actual circumstances of his affection

He’s going to touch you a lot more not only stake his claim but to also familiarize himself with you 

And just the process of realizing your a girl

Now it seems to make sense why everyone wants a piece of you

It's because they’re all thirsty for your sexy body 

Of course ignoring the fact everyone was still fighting over you despite your appearance being that of a sheep

“(Y/n), do you really want to go with them, who only want you for your sexy human body or with me who has always loved who you were!?”

Simeon

He’s pleasently surprised 

Of course as an angel he’s trained to see human’s intentions by the state of their soul but never the otherway around

And because of this he’s quite shocked to see such an innocent horned sheep turn into a beautiful human female

For a second he’s thrown off by this change

But only for a second

Now that you have a human body there's no stopping others from drooling all over you for reasons other than eating you

Which means that having someone who’s going to treat you the same even without your old looks will be exactly what you're looking for

For a servant of divinity Simeon is quite sneaky

Waiting to swoop in just in time to save you from some stray demon or intervening when the brothers become a little to handsy 

“(Y/n) why don’t you spend a night with me at Purgatory hall?”

But until he finds the perfect time to play hero he’s going to admire you from aside 

Possibly discussing with arch-angel Michael about ‘guaranteed ways to bring a human soul to heaven’

“You’re just as pretty with the hooves than without.So please (Y/n) trust me when I say that I will never do what they did to you.”

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

are you still taking headcanon requests? if so, maybe how everyone would text in modern times? (like, who abbreviates everything, who never capitalizes, who always has perfect grammar, etc)

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

I wrote almost this entire thing then Tunglr wacked out and I lost it all😭, let’s try again, shall we?

Arthur and Lance text fairly... normally? Like... there are the odd spelling/autocorrect/grammar errors, but nothing too terrible, and they usually read everything before they send it to minimise mistakes. Their messages are legible and make sense. They don’t use emojis though, like... at all. Lance just never got into it, and Arthur thinks it’s childish and below him. We love him, but he’s a posh tosser no matter what au you put him in.

Leon, Percival, and Gwen are fairly similar to Arthur and Lance, except they’re slightly more laid back. Leon uses the thumbs up emoji all the fucking time, and will occasionally venture into 😡😶😐 territory when it comes to Gwaine. Gwen uses all the happy/blushy/flower/animal emojis because she’s cool like that. Percival uses things like :D instead of 😀.

Merlin never fucking looks at his phone, so fuck knows how he texts. It’s not that he leaves you on read, it’s that he goes on adventures at 3am and is either wanted by the cops for seven counts of first degree murder or is presumed missing and dead (the gang can never figure it out from the very confusing BBC news TV reports) and has left his phone in a ditch somewhere. It’s considered a miracle for Merlin to answer a message, and everyone has decided it’s just easier to call his landline (yes, he still has one of those things, because it’s the only way his mum will use a phone. She doesn’t text either) or drop round his place unexpectedly to explain the group plans to him.

Gaius will never text anyone voluntarily, he’d rather call or see them face to face. If he has to reply to a text, it’s always one or two words; it’s not that he hates you (”are you coming tonight? everyone’s excited to see you maybe :D” “No.”) he’s just... like that.

Mordred and Elyan are fairly normal as well. They don’t spend much time on their phones (Elyan is busy and Mordred would just rather be doing other things) but they can be relied on to reply at some point in the day, just maybe not immediately. They use normal abbreviations, like congrats, but nothing crazy or ridiculous.

Gwaine is the most annoying fucking texter in the world. If he’s able, he’ll replace a word with a stupid emoji, he abbreviates EVERYTHING, he’ll spam the chat, his grammar and spelling is legit terrible. Instead of saying “I’ll see you before lunch tomorrow at the pub.” it’s “👁ll c u tomoz b4 🥪 @ 🍻!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” and it’s fucking infuriating. It probably takes him longer to figure out what emojis and shortenings he can use, than if he were to just type the whole thing out. Elyan and Merlin think it’s hilarious. Lance always has to ask someone else to translate. Arthur and Leon hate it with a burning passion, and honestly? That’s the main reason he does it lol. It’s a lot of effort on his part, but it’s a sacrifice he’s willing to make, just to wind them up.

Morgana is a bit like Gaius, but less severe. Her texts are normally pretty short, but she’s prepared to have a conversation if she really has to. She types so fucking fast and never makes a mistake and no one knows how she does it. She rarely uses emojis, just maybe 😊 and ❤️ when speaking to Gwen.

~

I hope this is what you were after anon!! I love you!!

[troquantary]

Aro’s Conspicuous Generosity Goes Unacknowledged, Again

(Or, I’ve emerged from hibernation to screech anew about how none of these morons deserve Aro. Enjoy!)

So this isn’t a new or original thought -- @therealvinelle has Aro raise the point in her fic Nebuchadnezzar’s Dream (of which the latest chapter just hit me like a truck, by the way, so thanks for that) and also brings it up in this post -- but if the Cullens have a brain cell left among them after Breaking Dawn, they should realize that Aro did them an unbelievable solid by keeping quiet about one Police Chief Charlie Swan. He knows Charlie knows, because he read Edward, and the fact that he didn’t use it as a convenient excuse to execute the Cullens is pretty compelling evidence that...he never wanted to do that in the first place.

At the time he reads Edward, Aro isn’t worried about the Cullens’ “army” -- he’s not yet aware of the full power of Bella’s shield, so as far as he knows Alec and Jane can still subdue the group at any time. The Cullens may not have made an immortal child, but they have still flagrantly broken the law -- I seriously doubt there’s a “but he doesn’t know we’re vampires, specifically” loophole here. Charlie knows about shapeshifters, and knows something equally unnatural has happened to his daughter. He is, again, the town police chief. This is a capital-C Crime, and Chief Swan’s startling capacity for willful blindness isn’t going to cut it.

If Aro’s intentions were nefarious, it wouldn’t matter that Jacob, not the Cullens, blew their cover. That just gives him a reason to sentence the pack to death, too, if he’s so inclined -- as it is, Aro only talks Caius down from genocide by pointing out that the shapeshifters are also keeping the supernatural secret, so they’re not a threat. (Attentive readers will note the GLARING LIE OF OMISSION here. Hmm, curious.) Aro is willing to let Caius, his co-leader, look like an entire ass in front of the vampire public rather than give him the cause he needs to dispense fiery, dismember-y justice.

What conclusion can we draw from Aro’s silence? He’s not stashing this intel to justify a future confrontation -- that makes no sense, the whole guard’s already right here. Bella makes a whole stink in her narration about how Aro must be scheming, looking for something he can exploit to justify an attack, completely oblivious to the fact that he already has it and isn’t using it. Aro needs to be sure that Renesmee isn’t a ticking time-bomb, yes, but I think other than that he’s trying to de-escalate, despite the tremendous political embarrassment of showing up in full force for nothing.

It seems to me that, especially after the clusterfuck in Eclipse that was probably Caius’ doing and not Aro’s anyway, Aro is doing his level best to avoid killing Carlisle, and also to avoid ruining his friendship with Carlisle any further. (Which, uh...I’ve got good news and bad news.) Sparing Edward despite his atrocious behavior and letting him waltz off home with Bella in New Moon was a great act of mercy and a striking indication of Aro’s regard for Carlisle; so, too, is his decision to let the thing with Charlie slide despite the unprecedented threat Bella’s ability now poses to their entire world order, and despite the fact that his friendship with Carlisle is now in a dumpster, on fire, while also somehow sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Task failed successfully.

I honestly feel so bad for the guy, you know? This is the worst day Aro’s had in a long time.

And none of the Cullens even realize what he’s done for them. Or Bella doesn’t realize, anyway, so it doesn’t come up in the denouement of Breaking Dawn, and she’s so deep in her sparkly folie à deux with Edward (which is a whole separate meta) that she never will. Carlisle’s probably too hurt and Disappointed in Aro to reflect on it much. And if Edward picked it up in Aro’s thoughts, he’s certainly not going to tell, because he hates the Volturi and is batshit crazy, and also just sucks, like, so hard.

[aenaxes]

OMG ok for the 200 follower celebration (based on your smoking post) PLZZZ write sharing a spice blunt with cross or any batcher of your choosing I would simply die 😩💅🏻❤️

vapor trails

[crosshair & hunter x f!reader] you don't really run with the fett twins' crowd, but you find yourself at one of their parties anyway (in reference to this post lol)

warnings: college!au, recreational drug use, suggestive themes, but consent is sexy & mandatory & sober babes

w/c: 3.8k

a/n: anon, you ask for one batcher, but why not two? thank you for enabling me nonnie & @mallr4ts lol (im so sorry to all the previous requests for the event, this one has just been needling in my brain all day and i had to get it out hsdfs)

event details here! requests are open until july 4th!

You don’t know much about the Fett twins.

They’re something like campus legends even though they’re only a year your senior and at the tail end of their fourth years. But as much as you’ve heard their names slung around in weekend plans and excited chatter, you’ve never once met them, much less seen them yourself. Between idling class whispers and dining hall conversations, all you can piece together from the rumors is that: one, they’re from a big family (you’ve heard anywhere from two to twelve other brothers, yikes); and two, as much as they work hard (because the venture capital and pre-professorial tracks seem rigorous enough), they play even harder.

It helps that they apparently own one of the biggest apartments off campus, one in which you find yourself hopelessly and miserably lost. And overdressed.

Great.

It hadn’t occurred to you that your roommate, who is nowhere to be seen, had been dressing up for her girlfriend, and that most people who had half a mind would wear something comfortable that could withstand a few spilled drinks and ash. So seeing the rest of the room in rumpled tees and sweats has you and your little black dress seeking out the nearest wall as you fiddle with your questionably sweet cup of margarita mixer.

You feel like a first year, and it sucks.

But for once, with everyone too busy mingling amongst themselves over the heavy thrum of some mumble rap beat, you manage to slip by unnoticed.

Every now and then, you dart your eyes around the ever shifting landscape of faces in the dim room, looking for even the vaguest familiarity that might let you feign being tipsy and join a group for the night. But every time you try, there’s no luck.

Fuck, you haven’t even seen anyone here before.

But there might be a god watching out for you yet when the crowd shifts just enough that you catch sight of the couch, and on it, someone you suspect to be one of the twins as he greets a few girls with a disinterested nod.

Emboldened, but mostly nervous that in the crowd of bodies and red solo cups you’re still helplessly alone, you push off the wall and squeeze past huddled cliques of conversation to make for the dark couch.

By the platinum bleached hair and big-name consulting group quarter zip, Crosshair—at least you think it’s him—lounges over the couch. He isn’t the only body on the suede seats, but he keeps to himself, his head dipped low as he works one hand over a small metal canister in his other palm.

If you weren’t having luck with the other nameless faces around you, maybe the Fett twin would keep you company—at least until your roommate came back to find you (if she did). And worst case, you’d just slink back to your dorm and mope until your roommate apologized to you with your favorite overpriced smoothie bowl the day after.

Mustering every ounce of courage you have, you plant your feet by the couch and finally speak.

"Is your name actually Crosshair?" you ask.

The man on the couch pauses, his motions stilling over the small metal cylinder in his palms, and he lifts his chin just enough to flick his eyes up towards the sound of your voice.

You always thought the girls in your droning 9AM gen-ed were wildly exaggerating his hype for their own devices, squealing over his (apparently) brooding charm and sharp looks to nip at his stash for free. But for all the vague haze surrounding your perception of the twins, you never thought that they were telling the truth.

If you had been in broad daylight under the incandescent glow of your creaky lecture hall lights, you might have called him cocky, almost haughty, how he meets you with an unreadable look for having interrupted him. But in the purple LEDs and heavy haze of vape juice and shitty tequila, he’s captivating, all dark eyes and perfectly lit skin, marked only by the needle-thin design tattooed over the right side of his face and a worn wooden toothpick bitten between his teeth.

You swallow down the dry lump in your throat when you catch him flick his eyes from your face, down the short length of your dress, and back up again.

"Smoke with me; maybe you'll find out," he drawls, toothpick bobbing as he speaks. He twists the cylinder once and offers you a wry smirk. And when you stay, speechless but there all the same, Crosshair scoots to the side and pats the narrow space between him and the couch arm, inviting you close.

"I've never smoked before," you admit a bit shyly as you drop down beside him. Your dress hikes up your thigh, and you shiver when your skin presses up against the soft denim of his jeans.

"Not even cigs?"

You shake your head. And you tell yourself that when he leans close and brushes his shoulder up against your arm, that he’s only doing it because someone’s boosted the bass, and you can’t hear him over the reverb.

"Well, good thing I'm here, yeah?"

He gives the metal canister a final twist and sets it down on the coffee table before you. Swapping the canister for a small brown sleeve, you watch in a daze as he pulls a semi-transparent leaflet from the folder and tears a strip of cardstock straight from its flap. He has pianist fingers, you think wistfully, neatly kept nails and slender grace, and you wonder if he’ll entertain you if you ask to compare your hand to his.

“What’s your name?”

You scrabble back to the present at the sound of his voice. “Uh, y/n,” you offer.

“Well, y/n,” he says with a soft laugh, having caught on to your daydreaming. “Step one, you fold your filter.”

You nod along absently as Crosshair artfully crimps the thick paper into a neat roll. As if there isn’t thirty-some odd people crammed into his apartment, he quietly takes you step by step, offering you the filter, the paper, then the contents of the canister (a grinder, he explains) like it’s a game of show and tell. But with every piece he places into your hands, you gravitate closer, closer, until you’re flush against his arm and practically hanging over his side to watch as he gently taps a line of bud over the paper.

“Here, let me give you a better look,” Crosshair says.

You expect him to bring the neat line of bud to you, but when nothing comes, you look up and find him waiting for you, one arm open in invitation as the other pats once on the dark denim of his thigh.

“Uh—”

“Sit,” he says as if you haven’t just met him fifteen minutes ago. “Front row seats if you want ‘em.”

On one hand, you barely know Crosshair outside of the rumors you hear on campus. On the other hand, he’s a genuinely pleasant person, careful to accommodate for your boundaries and offering a snide playfulness that’s banished your nerves from earlier in the night.

He’s also really fucking hot.

“Okay,” you murmur, and you let him wrap his arm around your waist and tug you onto his lap. And he’s right. Perched over his thighs, you see with perfect clarity (and without the strain in your neck) as he gently folds the paper over the mound of bud and carefully twists. It’s the prettiest joint you’ve ever seen—though it might be because it’s the only one you’ve seen.

"Final touch," Crosshair's voice rumbles over your back, shooting straight into your core as he lifts the paper's vellum edge to your lips. “Lick it for me.”

Since you sat down with him, you’ve only been the passenger, nodding along as Crosshair’s long, nimble fingers creased over filter paper and patiently pointed out things like the stray pistils in his baggie and the keef gathered at the bottom of his grinder for if you really want to get fucked up. And even though you aren’t doing much (because licking paper doesn’t really seem too crazy), it’s a step forward from the comfortable rhythm that had settled between you, and you twist around in his lap to shoot him an uncertain glance.

“Just,” Crosshair flicks his tongue over his lower lip, flashing a brief glimpse of a ball piercing towards your wide eyes. And if you weren’t so flustered, you might have recognized the coy playfulness in his gaze. “Give it a lick, right over the edge.”

“I—uh, what if I—” you stammer.

“You’re not gonna mess this up, darling,” Crosshair chuckles. If his hand squeezing brief over your waist wasn’t enough to bring heat searing over the tops of your ears, his next words, crooned low and breathy into your ear, certainly do. “You’re a smart girl. You can do it.”

"My brother giving you trouble?"

Another voice cuts through the din of the party, sparing you your stammering nerves as you whip your head up in its general direction. You’re greeted with the sight of his brother, peering down on you as he takes a sip from his cup.

“You’re such a killjoy,” Crosshair mutters, drawing his arm tighter around your waist as he jabs the half-rolled joint to where Hunter sprawls down onto the couch beside him. “No, I’m not being a creep. I’m teaching our pretty underclassman here how to roll.”

Oh.

Heat rushes over your cheeks, and you can’t decide whether you want to shrink into yourself or bask in it and beg for more.

He called you pretty.

“With her in your lap,” Hunter snorts into his cup.

“It was your idea to invite your entire fucking rugby team. Where else would we do it?”

“I’m so sorry he’s like this,” Hunter laughs, tilting his head and looking up at you through his (unfairly) long lashes. Where you thought Crosshair’s tattoo was bold, Hunter’s practically blows him out of the water, a well-worn swath of ink on the left half of his face, curving into neatly stylized teeth right at the edge of his lips. “I’m Hunter.”

Huh, maybe you do have a thing for tattoos.

“Y/n,” you squeak. “It’s, um—it’s nice to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, sweetheart,” he says as he offers you an easy smile. “Has my baby brother been treating you right?”

“God, two fucking minutes,” Crosshair snaps. You hear the embarrassment seeping from the vitriol, and it strikes you like a shot to the head that he’s trying to play cool in front of you. “I come out two minutes after you and—”

“We’re fraternal, and I got all the oxygen in the womb. Explains why he has awful people skills,” Hunter fake-whispers loud enough for Crosshair to hear, and you giggle as the other man groans from behind you.

“No, he’s been really nice,” you say softly once you realize that you’ve been laughing a little too loud. “He’s teaching me about weed.” It sounds juvenile when you say it, awkward and clumsy on your tongue. It’s a dead giveaway that has Hunter’s smile mellowing into something soft.

“Your first time?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, Cross here’s high as shit at least four hours every day. Says it helps him do the math. I hate to say it, but you’re in good hands.”

“You try running a nonlinear regression sober,” Crosshair snorts. “Anyways, we were just finishing up this joint before you decided to kill the vibe.”

Crosshair lifts the half-rolled joint back up to your chin, and this time, he leans forward and presses his chest close against your back as the playful snark leaves his tone, in its wake, something patient and calm as his voice rumbles by your ear.

“You gonna help me finish the job, sweet girl?”

You surprise yourself when the initial trepidation vanishes as you tip your chin down and stick out your tongue. Maybe you’re showboating now that you have an audience, feeling Hunter’s dark eyes on your lips when you touch the tip of your tongue out over the edge.

Whether it’s your lip gloss or the fine crumbs of bud stuck to the roll paper that fills your mouth with something earthy and sweet, you can’t say. All you know is they’re both following you with that intense intent, the bass and blend of voices faded out around you; just you in Crosshair’s lap and Hunter pretending to care about the drink in his hand as you lift your tongue off the far corner of the paper and close your lips.

“Good job,” Hunter muses, and you’re pretty certain he’s not talking about the joint when you feel his gaze boring into you alone.

The smell of smoke pulls you out of Hunter’s gravity, and you look back in front of you to see Crosshair snap a scuffed metal lighter shut and toss it onto the coffee table. He brings the joint back down in front of you, blowing a neat stream of whitish gray smoke past your ear.

“You know how to pull?” Crosshair asks, and his chin brushes over your bare shoulder as he speaks. He’s so close. You can smell the burn, acrid and sour, but it doesn’t matter that it doesn’t smell like some bubblegum vape when you feel his breaths curling over your skin. You just want more.

Mutely, you shake your head.

“Mm, you know how to shotgun?” Hunter offers, and you hear Crosshair huff laugher from behind you. “Might be easier for your first try.”

You shake your head again.

“It’s,” Hunter pauses, and his brows knit close as he thinks for a moment. “It’s kind of like a kiss. But not really. I take a hit and you catch my smoke. That sound okay?”

You don’t think it matters that someone’s hit shuffle on the playlist, filling the room with a hard electronic beat that might have otherwise drowned out all sound. All you hear is your heart pounding in your ears as you nod and watch Hunter lift the filter to his lips and inhale deep, then pass the joint back to Crosshair.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, white trails of smoke curling over his upper lip as he lifts one hand to cup over the base of your neck.

“Open,” Crosshair whispers.

Wordlessly, you obey. Your lips part just as Hunter pulls close, so close you feel the heat of his skin spreading warm over your cheeks, and blows a soft stream of bitter smoke into your mouth. It can’t be more than a few seconds, but all the while, you can’t seem to tear your eyes from his.

“Breathe in, deep,” you hear Crosshair instruct as he begins to rub one thumb over the curve of your hip.

The smoke is thick, sluicing down your throat and filling your lungs like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It’s not bad, just new, and pressed between the twins over the couch, you think it just might have been worth being ditched by your roommate earlier in the night. But your lungs ache, and you slowly exhale, watching as your vision fogs with a loose cloud of smoke until your chest feels clear again.

“And you didn’t even cough,” Hunter smiles. His calloused fingertips follow the slope of your neck, lingering one moment more before he pulls away. And you aren’t sure if the low buzzing in your fingertips is the weed or their combined warmth as Hunter rubs over your knee and Crosshair leans his head against your neck. “Good girl.”

“Wanna do it again,” you whisper as the buzz begins to crawl up your neck, fizzling around your temples as you lean your cheek over where Crosshair nuzzles into your shoulder.

“With him or me?” Crosshair murmurs, his lips brushing over your skin.

“You,” you say dreamily, and Hunter laughs, a sound that suddenly seems so far away as you tip your head and press close against Crosshair’s silver hair.

Crosshair leans into your touch, pressing his cheek up against your neck one last time before he’s lifting his head and bringing the joint to his lips. You hear the hiss of his inhale, smoke curling up through the narrow body of the joint as the charred end glows warm beside you.

And instead of Hunter’s approach, level with you, Crosshair looms above you, meeting your wide eyes with something of a fond smile. Dragging his hand up your chest, he follows the line of your neck and holds snug over your chin. He squeezes softly, and your jaw falls slack, lips parted in a soft ‘o’ as he dips low. He's closer than Hunter as you feel his mouth just brush over yours and breathe smoke over your tongue.

This time, it’s easier.

You swallow down the smoke and hold, just a beat longer than before. But both Crosshair and Hunter notice as your lips stay parted, and they share a soft laugh that has you exhaling smoke and pride all at once when you finally relax your diaphragm and breathe out.

“Fast learner,” Crosshair muses, nosing up under your jaw as you sink back against his chest.

You mumble incoherently, chasing his touch as the high creeps heavy and warm from your chest to your collar and settles at the back of your throat. It anchors you, molding you up against Crosshair who feels nothing short of perfect as he circles his arms loose over your waist.

You turn your head to thank Hunter when you distantly register him pressing a cool cup into your hand (water, you think you hear him say), but the words slip back down into your throat, your eyelids suddenly unbearably heavy and coarse over your blurry vision.

“You wanna lay down?” Hunter offers, and his voice comes to you like you’re underwater, warped and bubbling past the din of the party around you.

You're pretty sure you nod.

For a few moments, you catch traces of an unintelligible exchange between the twins, only aware of the rumble of Crosshair’s voice at your back, and then you’re being lifted up off the couch, the music and raucous laughter fading behind you.

A door opens, squeaking half-shut, and you wince as a light clicks on beside you. Whoever was carrying you sets you down on something soft and cool, and you sway as the light dims and you settle into your seat.

You’re on a bed, you think.

Crosshair’s, judging by the shock of light hair that you can make out through your lashes. He helps you into a worn tee that reaches past the short hem of your dress, and you wiggle into it with a soft whine, holding it tight.

But where you expect a familiar weight to dip down next to you and pull you close, your eyes fly open when you see his figure turn away from you and towards the neon lights of the party outside.

“You aren’t staying?” It's the most coherent you've been through your first high.

“Not tonight,” Crosshair says softly. He turns back towards you and reaches up to fix the strap of your dress as you sit on his bed. “Baby’s first tokes got you all dopey. Right now, what you need is this,” and he presses a plastic bottle of vitamin water he’s seemingly produced out of nowhere into your palm. “This,” he adds, pressing your phone into your other hand. “And a good night’s sleep.”

“And what if I say I need you, too?” you pout.

Some part of you—the conscious part locked away in the back of your skull—bangs up against the hazy high at the crown of your head because when you’re good and sober and when Crosshair inevitably turns you down, you won’t be able to look at yourself in the mirror for the next semester.

But he breaks into a smile that crinkles at the corners of his eyes before he leans down to press his lips to your forehead. It’s just a split-second of warm, chapstick-soft lips on your skin, but it floods you with an indescribable good from the top of your head all the way down to your toes.

And as high as you are right now, you have a hell of a hunch that the flutter in your chest is going to stay, even when the room stops wobbling around you.

“When you’re all sobered up in the morning, we’ll make you breakfast, and we’ll figure it out from there,” Crosshair says after he’s pulled back, reaching up to smooth his palm over your hair. “Sound like a plan?”

You nod, probably with a little too much enthusiasm, but you’re rewarded with another low chuckle that’s practically music to your ears. His hand gentle and firm over your shoulder, Crosshair guides you down onto the bed and pulls the covers up to your chin.

“Now text your roomie so she doesn’t call the cops on us, get some sleep, and drink all of that, okay?”

“Okay,” you respond.

“Good girl.”

And when the lights click out, you curl into Crosshair’s pillow, breathing in cold, fresh notes of his cologne, and then you’re asleep.

You climb out of bed the next morning, your minidress rumpled under a long shirt. It's not like a hangover, no, you just find yourself a bit lightheaded and throat parched, and the disorientation makes your head spin as you’re greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and something savory—

Your roommate doesn’t wake up earlier than you, and she can’t cook for shit. And why were your sheets grey? Whose shirt were you—

Oh.

Fuck.

You practically burst out of Crosshair’s bedroom, and you’re not sure what you expected, but somehow you hadn’t expected to see Hunter sipping mildly on a mug of coffee while Crosshair pushes something around in a pan over their kitchen range.

“Mornin,’” Hunter offers you a small wave, and reaches for a third mug on the countertop. “Wasn’t sure how you liked your coffee so we just made it black.”

“What happened last night?” you gasp. If you weren’t so panicked, you’re certain the sight of them sporting nothing but grey sweats would have been your only concern, but you’ve just woken up with foggy memories and the slimy dread of anxiety that follows a blackout night.

“Easy, easy,” Crosshair assures you as he steps away from the stovetop. “Nothing happened after we smoked. You took, like, two hits, and you were so hazy you couldn’t remember your dorm number, so we put you to bed, and I slept out in the living room. Fetts are wild but we’re not scumbags, promise.”

And judging from the throw blanket sliding off the edge of the couch cushions, you’re fairly certain you can believe him. Relief floods your chest.

“Oh thank God,” you sigh, and your shoulders sag as the weight of panic sloughs off your back.

They both laugh softly, the sudden tension lifting from the bright morning light, and you can’t help but join in. And when that rosy relief gives way to silence again, it’s Crosshair who speaks next.

“So, you staying for breakfast?”

“Can I borrow some actual clothes first?”

“Done deal.”

[werecat]

The cultural worldbuilding in the expanse drives me capital C crazy first of all <linguistics nerd shit> shoutout to the actors playing native Belter Creole speakers and speaking it like an actual first language and not like they’re trying to pronounce nonsense words with an anglo inflection—bravo; it makes me grin so hard when Naomi breaks out the Belter and you can tell she was born there‚ and how she code-switches fluidly especially around Drummer‚ a contrast to eg Miller who clearly struggles with the language </linguistics nerd shit>

And then you have these more subtle touches: we know from the start that the low-G environment in the Belt fucks them over a lot physiologically and they’re looked down upon for the physical markers of a Belter upbringing; you can tell that a lot of belters aren’t proud of that and cover it up with anger (though 100% justified) over having to be that way. Martians also live in lower gravity environments than on Earth‚ though‚ and they have quite a different outlook—in the military‚ at least‚ they train in Earth gravity‚ constantly‚ and they see it as something that very much weighs you down in all senses of the phrase…

The differences in privilege are pretty clear across different groups‚ and you can easily draw analogies to real-life conflicts and social issues. Whhhew.