#they're a mess and literally no words can explain exactly why and how they're a mess.

[squarebracketsmileyface]

if you're looking for some Jam coded songs might I suggest the song I Love You Too - Ezra Bell

Jam song jam song jam song jam song yayayayayay

okay, it got a little long so: thingy bob

god this is so perfect for them though :] its so happysad and that's literally just so them. they are happysad together, theres so much wrong going on around them and they're all they have to turn to for comfort, so of course they're going to turn to each other. And they do love each other. they definitely do, but its definitely complicated. It's not long lasting love, but they still want to make each other feel loved.

Especially Tim. he wants to make sure Jay feels loved, he wants to fix Jay even though he definitely can't. Jay has to fix himself, and he doesn't want to, so he'll take all the nice things and the i love you's Tim will tell him and he'll hoard them and hope they'll fix him a bit, but not too much. He wants to be fixed enough that he stops feeling completely like shit, but not enough that Tim wouldn't need to keep trying to fix him. (Does that make sense lmao? god knows)

All of the lovers have moved on But yours is the steepest of hills And you glare at yourself in the mirror They all know things that you never will

They'll feel the things you can't access As they stand by the river at dawn You've grown older and cagey and classless And regret just what little you've done

This bit feels especially like its about Jay. Kinda like, at first its Tim in uni? like, he kinda knows about jay and alex even though they haven't actually told anyone (they're just not subtle about when they sneak away, and when they both come in covered in hickeys) like, Tim can kinda tell from just, Jay's face that there's something not ideal about his and Alex's arrangement, and he can take a pretty good guess at what it is given the way Jay's face drops whenever the topic of sexuality comes up in their little 'friend' group and Alex insists he's straight and gets really defensive over that fact.

Then it becomes current Tim who knows more about Jay and about Jay and Alex's not-relationship, and he knows that as Jay's gotten older he's gotten more cagey about everything, more like, defensive and more just generally weird about his relationships with people and all that. There's a specific word i'm looking for and I just can't for the life of me find it, but like yeah. Tim knows Jay's a lot more, like, spiteful? that's not the word either. spikey? WORDS ughhhhh, anyway

i love this song. its so them. its so Jam. they're such a mess. I love them but they're gonna be terrible if they're allowed to continue for too long. Ugh why can't i just telepathically beam my thoughts and ideas into peoples heads, it'd be so much easier than trying to translate the colours and shapes that make up how i feel about Jam in sorry its locked in my head.

They're just purple right now. like the colour of a bruise that you really wanna press on just to feel it hurt like a bitch so you remember its there and you know that the bump that gave you it actually happened.

that's them in my head right now.

they're a bruise

They're a bruise on each other. not a nasty one. not one given cruelly. but not one given as a hickey either. just a bruise given kindly. that doesn't even make sense.

they're just purple like a bruise i dont knowwwwwwwwwwwww. words don't make it make sense for themmmmmmmmmmm.

they're my babies and they hurt each other without even meaning to. but given where they are that hurt is sort of a kindness? because it's not as painful as it would be if they weren't trying to be gentle with each other. They're trying. even if it wont last forever.

[thranduel]

“it’s not queerbaiting if byler doesn’t happen” uh actually, it is at this point.

before season 4:

there was so much teasing and giggling from the cast about byler during season 4 promotions - they knew exactly what they were doing and the reaction they would get from fans, because people have always had theories about will being queer (and potentially being in love with mike).

these theories actually started when the show started, but got way more popular after season 2 (where byler had a lot of scenes together all season) and season 3 ("it's not my fault you don't like girls").

after season 4 volume 1 aired:

we actually got direct confirmation from the cast (like in actual proper words) that will does in fact 100% love mike. he’s been in love with him since the start. no more arguing or theorising, it's FULLY confirmed now.

the cast CONTINUED teasing (giving people hope that something would happen in volume 2, especially with how much focus there was on will's painting) and obviously the byler fandom became so much bigger.

after season 4 volume 2 aired:

as most of us remember, volume 2 was a mess and we were all so angry and disappointed hearing mike’s monologue to el and watching will once again be heartbroken and alone.

they literally USED HIM as a plot device to push mike into telling his girlfriend he loved her, because he didn’t have strength to do it without will confessing his own feelings for him and giving him the painting he worked so hard on.

they took 2 extremely important things to WILL that were about his love for mike, and they made it about a straight ship who don't even feel like equals in their own relationship. absolutely horrible. it’s so disrespectful, hurtful and insulting in ways i can’t even explain - doing all this to a traumatised, abused, gay character who has barely had any happiness the entire show is just disgusting, and the cast and writers would’ve 100% seen the backlash and how upset people were because it was everywhere all over the internet.

the ONLY way they can fix what they did in season 4 with how they used will as a plot device, is by making byler endgame. that is literally the only way to solve the messy writing and make up for all the lies and misunderstandings, otherwise it's just one big joke.

mike's monologue to el only happened thanks to will's monologue to mike.

mike wants to be loved the way that will loves him. mike wants to be needed the way that will needs him. this is canon and in the script. will's monologue can only be applied to himself, but mike doesn't know that because he lied and pretended he was talking about el. that's the only reason he ended up being able to say he loved el. it's all one big misunderstanding and it absolutely CANNOT stay this way.

now, years later after season 4 aired:

people are STILL talking about byler, and the cast and writers KNOW IT.

the writers themselves (not just the actors sharing their own opinions at conventions, but i mean THE ACTUAL WRITERS) could EASILY directly say “byler is definitely not happening and we’re serious. we made this clear in the season 4 finale when mike confessed his love to el, so please don't say we didn't warn you”, but they did not.

even if they did, this still wouldn’t change the fact that the monologue only happened BECAUSE OF WILL, but whatever. they’ve mentioned the monologue while talking about the scene, but they have not directly denied byler in words.

why? why is it so hard to just deny byler?

at this current moment, EVERYONE, including the characters in the show (even will himself) are meant to think it’s confirmed mike loves el because of the big "i love you" moment, so telling viewers that byler definitely isn’t happening WOULD NOT be a spoiler. they could easily say it, make it 100% clear so that no one has hope for it anymore and moves on, but they’re not.

the only reason they're not denying byler is if:

1. something IS actually gonna happen with byler and they're going to resolve all these lies and misunderstandings (mike will find out about will's painting and monologue and realise it was never about el), so they have to keep quiet about everything to do with ships/love triangles.

OR

2. they’re leading people on. they're making them have hope so they keep talking about the show and hyping it up, attracting more potential fans and then keeping them all as viewers for the final season, just to disappoint everyone by keeping the straight ship together and not letting the gay kid be with his first true love + best friend that he's known longer than anyone. this would also mean that so much of the writing choices would be absolutely horrendous and make no sense from a story perspective.

THAT is queerbaiting and bad writing.

there was absolutely no point in making will in love with mike if he wasn't going to end up with him.

and no, the issue is NOT mike simply being with el. if they wanted to always keep them together, they could've written their story beautifully in a proper way, WITHOUT involving will. they could've made their relationship healthy, made them feel like equals and made them actually be able to have proper heart-to-heart conversations (aka what mike has with will...), but they didn't. they also could've given will a different love interest a long time ago, BUT THEY DIDN'T. they deliberately made all of these choices, so you CANNOT sit there and blame byler shippers for feeling the way they do when the writers and cast have literally pushed and encouraged it and given us hope even more. it's not delusion, IT IS IN THE LITERAL SHOW. mike wheeler would not have gained strength and happiness if it weren't for will byers in that van scene - absolutely NOTHING you say can change this. you cannot argue. it's canon and it's there.

and even if will did develop another crush in season 5, it would not even be CLOSE to the way he’s in love with mike. that love has been developing for years, and they’ve known each other for so long and experienced so much together. they were literally each other's FIRST FRIEND! you can't get anymore powerful and romantic than that. all the upside down stuff is also a huge part of will and mike knows everything, and even helped him and saved him at certain points. a different love interest in the final season wouldn’t have those shared experiences with him AND it would feel so rushed and like such a massive slap in the face to make him fall for someone new that we don't even care about.

[gingerteafairy]

𝖿𝗅𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 (𝗅𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋)

Luke Cooper called you for a date, and you have no idea why you agreed—except maybe because he's ridiculously charming in that annoying way. Honestly? Pretty privilege was real, and Luke was a living proof.

tags n warnings: fluff, teasing. word count: +800 request by @ikkyfics, loved to write it<3

"Have you chosen something?" Luke asked, his eyes wide with playful innocence, framed by the mess of curls that always seemed to tumble over his forehead. He had a way of looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world, even in moments as trivial as this.

You glanced up from the menu, still trying to make sense of the mountain of choices. "Not yet," you replied, your voice soft, eyes scanning the options. "There’s so many to choose from." You frowned slightly, feeling the weight of the prices. Damn, the food here was expensive. Did he even have money to pay for it? Like, he literally does absolutely nothing on his job.

Luke shifted in his seat, his leg bouncing lightly under the table as if his impatience had a rhythm of its own. "Uh… okay," he said, looking away for a brief moment, before his eyes darted back to you with mischief in them. "How about now?"

"No, Luke. I didn’t," you sighed, rubbing your temples as if the decision were the most difficult one you’d ever had to make. "I’m between chicken and fries, or salad and beef. They're both good options," you explained, your voice trailing off as you pondered the choices. You could feel his eyes on you, waiting for an answer that wouldn’t come easily.

"Oh, right. Take your time." He smiled, his lips curling upward into a grin that was equal parts charming and annoying, like he knew exactly how to test your patience.

You had met Luke Cooper a month ago at the office, and from the moment he opened his mouth, you knew he was going to be trouble. He was relentless with his jokes, particularly pranking Angela and Kevin, and while you’d never admit it to anyone, those pranks made him a kind of sunshine in the office chaos. The way he spoke with that hint of mischief, the little glint of humor in his eyes—it was hard to resist. His messy brown curls framed his face just right, and his pink plump lips always curled into that crooked smile. Honestly? Pretty privilege was real, and Luke was living proof.

"How about now?" he asked again, a soft giggle escaping his lips. His eyes sparkled with a familiar mischief, knowing full well that you were probably getting annoyed.

"God’s sake, Luke," you huffed, frustration slipping into your tone. "Can you just let me choose? Jesus, You're so annoying."

For a moment, the playful energy between you two vanished. Luke, usually quick to laugh at your reactions, fell quiet. His lips pressed together in a soft line, and the giggle that had been bubbling in him seemed to fade. "I’m sorry," he said, his voice unexpectedly serious.

You blinked, taken aback by his sudden change in tone. He rarely apologized, especially not when he’d been the one causing the chaos. You reached out, your fingers lightly brushing his knuckles in an attempt to reassure him. "It’s okay, Luke," you said, your voice gentler now. "Sorry about the… the scream, okay? You’re not annoying."

He looked at you with those big eyes, nodding slowly. A small, sheepish smile returned to his face. "But hey," he said, a bit of his old playful energy creeping back. "You got your options now?"

You sighed and stared at the menu, trying to decide between the same two items again. Luke watches you, his brow furrowed. "You know… I think you’re gonna choose the chicken and fries," he says, eyes gleaming.

"You think so?"

"I just feel like it’s the kind of thing that speaks to you," he says, leaning back in his chair dramatically.

You pause, looking over at him. "Yeah, well, I think you’re right," you say slowly, before glancing at him with a mischievous grin.

"You always do know how to pick out the obvious ones." Luke smirks back. "You ate the same lunch for a month, miss chicken salad and orange juice."

“Have you decided?" the waiter asks, looking between you both.

You glance at Luke, who's already holding up two fingers in the air. "Chicken and fries. But also… salad?" Luke grins, "We'll take everything. Just bring us all the things and we’ll figure it out." The waiter laughs nervously, unsure whether Luke's joking or not, before walking off.

"See? Problem solved," Luke says with a wink.

"You’re lucky I'm not paying for this," you tease, shaking your head.

Luke leans in slightly, his grin turning a little softer, more sincere. "Well, if you were, I’d still be happy to let you treat me," he says, his voice low and playful. "But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you with the best company you've ever had."

He gives you that smile again—the one that always seems to make everything a little brighter. You can’t help but roll your eyes, but there's warmth in your chest as you meet his gaze.

"You're really something else," you murmur, your smile gentle.

"And you're the best part of my evening."

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[valsverse]

"here comes the sun."

synopsis: a son of poseidon and a child of apollo is quite an interesting combination. pairing: percy jackson x gn child of apollo reader headcanons. word count: 0.8k

• First of all, absolute power couple.

• Percy's expertise in water-based activities and your talents in archery and healing provides a unique balance and synergy in your relationship. Together, you're a powerhouse of skill and talent. You'd both be able to play off each other's strengths and cover each other's weaknesses very well, with your different skills being an advantage. (everybody knows this. you two aren't allowed to be on the same team of Capture the Flag anymore because in no world would that be a fair game.)

• Percy is absolutely in awe of you. He thinks you're the coolest person in the world and he's especially enamored with your musical talent. He feels a deep sense of pride whenever you perform because not only is he amazed by your abilities and dedication but also, you're this talented??? How??? Like, you're gorgeous, intelligent, skillful, AND you can shred on the guitar?? Leave some for the rest of us, damn.

• Painting dates!! Sort of. Most of the time they consist of Percy doodling on the side of your canvas while you actually paint, but neither of you mind. Percy's drawings are — in your opinion — the highlight of the entire date. Some of your favorite doodles of his include stick figure drawings of you and him, copies of whatever you're painting, and random water buffalos for literally no reason whatsoever… but they're kinda cute though.

• Jam sessions in music stores aren't uncommon when the two of you are on break. They usually consist of you trying out different instruments while Percy trails behind you, asking the most miscellaneous questions.

"What's this thing?" Percy asks, holding up a device that he found while you were browsing. "It's a capo," you respond, checking the price tag on a lyre you've had your eye on. "It's used to raise the pitch of the strings on a guitar by clamping onto the head." "Why's it look like a laundry clip?" "Some questions are better left unanswered, Percy."

• Percy is big on quality time and he loves partaking in your interests. He never really bothered to improve at archery, but if you're practicing it then he's going with you, even if he's not very good at it. He doesn't even particularly mind when you chide him for messing up because he can tell by your smile that you're not really mad at him and — okay, he's not exactly trusted around your guitar anymore either, but it's the thought that counts.

• Your boyfriend loves, loves, LOVES when you show off your artistic abilities. Just when he thought you couldn't get more talented, he sees you working on a painting and, gosh, it's like he fell in love all over again. He just finds it so impressive how you can tell so many stories through your art, and he most definitely has a few of your pieces framed. He lets you draw on his personal belongings all the time. His sneakers, skateboard, you get the point. And he always stares at them whenever he starts to miss you too. Hell, he'll even let you doodle on his arm if you want to. (he traces over your doodles when they start to fade.)

• One of Percy's love languages is definitely physical touch. Whether it's a hand around your waist or an arm slung around your shoulder, he's always touching you in one way or another. He also shows his physical affection with smaller gestures, such as linking pinkies, leaning his knee against yours, playing with your fingers, etc. Also, hand kisses. A lot of them. I'm talking Jane Austen style, warm kisses to each of your fingers before parting.

• Matching jewelry!! A while back, you gifted him a sun necklace, which he proudly wears around the camp. In return, he bought you an ocean charm for your charm bracelet.

"So we can match!" Explained Percy, clipping on the charm to your bracelet as you held out your hand for him. "And look," He said once it was secured. Percy flipped over the charm to reveal your initials and his, joined with a plus sign engraved on the back. The charm jingles around whenever you two hold hands, which causes both of you to smile. ( + percy runs his fingers over the necklace you gifted him whenever he starts to miss you :( )

• Percy often collects things that remind him of you. Lemon-flavored candy, sunflowers, heart-shaped rocks, you name it. He keeps them all arranged neatly on his desk, right next to the origami hippocampi you made for him.

• You two are so in sync with each other, it's crazy. If you're ever in a "don't laugh." situation, do NOT look over at Percy because the second you two make eye contact, you'll be laughing up a storm.

• Your personalities complement each other so well; your presence being a soothing balance to Percy's sometimes impulsive and unpredictable personality. You're the light of his life and he wouldn't have it any other way.

a/n

thank u for all the requests, but i decided to go with this one!! requests are still open tho cuz im in desperate need of inspo. (ik it says requests open for riodanverse but i mainly write for just percy now.)

okok see u next time!!

xx, val.

[myheroblogs]

Yoichi and All For One are IDENTICAL TWINS (and what it means...)

Okay, I know this acc has kinda been dead for over a year or two by now and I haven't exactly caught up with MHA, I only started reading the last 3-4 chapters, and I wasn't planning to revive this acc after being inactive for so long, but I discovered something that I CAN'T keep quiet about.

In the newest chapter, further detail on Yoichi and AFO's backstory is revealed (Yes! The chapter I've been waiting for!), and surprisingly, AFO and Yoichi are TWINS! I think very few people really thought of the concept, so it was unexpected in general.

I assumed they're fraternal twins, because while they're twins, the anime showed them having different eye colors... (Yoichi has green eyes and AFO has red eyes)

...Until I realised that isn't actually possible.

Because TTTS (twin to twin transfusion), can only occur in IDENTICAL TWINS.

In other words, yes, Yoichi and AFO aren't just twins, they're IDENTICAL TWINS. Anime may be wrong about eye colors again (like how they were for Iida's).

And while it's both unexpected and funny to think about all this (I mean, c'mon, that means Yoichi could've had the exact same face as his brother-), a lot of people may have missed the very BIG implication that this has.

Remember, identical twins share the exact same genetic makeup. After all, they are basically what should've been one person but got split into two somewhere in the early process.

But aren't y'all forgetting...

...that QUIRKS are also genetic?

If AFO and Yoichi are identical twins the entire time, with the EXACT SAME GENETICS, then that would mean that the quirks they have, would be identical as well. Because quirks are also genetic.

All For One and One For All are the SAME QUIRK by nature.

You may be wondering, "if they're the same quirk, why do they seem to function differently?" Yes, OFA can pass itself on, AFO can't, etc.

Well, while they are identical twins, they did suffer through TTTS, with Yoichi as the donor twin.

This probably messed a lot with Yoichi's development, and thus, his quirk. After all, while identical twins, are well, identical, a lot of factors can change how their genetics are expressed (some are expressed more than others). TTTS would've been a big one for AFO and Yoichi.

Notice when looking at OFA's functions (minus the stockpile), it's a significantly weaker version of AFO? AFO can just take and give through close contact with another person. For the transfer to even work for Yoichi, he has to transfer through DNA (blood, or eating hair??), and the only way it can even store quirks if said person inherited the quirk and passed it on like hot potato. I wouldn't even be surprised if Yoichi's quirk could only story a certain number of quirks.

The functions of Yoichi's original quirk got so messed up, it had to evolve into being able to pass itself on for it to even function itself. So much so that literally no one realised he had a quirk, maybe even Yoichi himself until after his death.(Im in the camp that Yoichi died passing on the quirk and it was Kudou who discovered the transfer ability and made the plan to defeat AFO)

So yeah, Bakugo was correct about OFA being the same as AFO all along. Except he was wrong about it being due to AFO creating OFA. It's actually because the original quirk holders were identical twins, meaning the quirks they have would also be identical. But things happened, which caused the quirks to work differently from each other.

EDIT: As another addition to this post, this also explains why OFA and AFO are so intricately linked, that the two users can start seeing into the other's vestige realm. To the point that when they both come into contact, it merges their vestige plains into one. Or perhaps, it's actually two quirks temporarily merging into one.

Since identical twins are basically one split into two, then two identical quirks having contact with each other is the same as two merging back into one again.

[mins-fins]

should've been me.

&&. you're in love with him, that's great! all he's gonna do is use that to his advantage.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: angst yummy

warnings: um uh.. sexual content??? (like mentions), the stress of friends with benefits, mentions of drinking, this relationship is very unhealthy

word count: 1.3k

notes: stole fwb hyuck from jj im so sorry but hes so………😢 um anyway so yeah he kinda really sucks here but hes so sexy and beautiful and a hashtag #malemanipulator😂 and reader just kinda takes it cause they're pretty pathetic if im being honest 🙏 (im so sorry but its true) (i quite literally wrote this) anyway DONT deal with people who treat you like shit you deserve better than that 🫵 i also wrote this in like 30 minutes at 1 am and river kept pestering me to sleep so thats cool 😆!

you're not exactly sure what your problem is.

you're not exactly sure what donghyuck's problem is either.

maybe the two of you were simply meant for each other, he's a drunk mess in your house and your a sober mess beside him. although compared to him, your better at keeping yourself in check for long enough that it appears your emotionally stable, hyuck is like.. how would you explain it? a ticking time bomb.

renjun calls him that, he's a disaster waiting to happen, even with how much he tries to put on a stupid calm act. yeah, he's smart, much smarter than most people give him credit for, but he is also much more impulsive than he likes to say.

case in point, he's absolutely wasted in your home right now, whining about some stupid thing his seventh fling said or something.

he's absolutely reckless.

the two of you have been a bit.. off for the past few weeks, your very aware that donghyuck is messing with different people, probably trying to get you out of his head after you two yelled at each other like there was no tomorrow.

he just always seems to find his way back to your house, even after all the times you try to turn him away, he always slides his way back into your life, one way or another.

and you always just let him.

you now realize how you seem like a pushover. wow, chenle actually wasn't wrong for once.

your frustrated, he just decides to waltz into your house, after two weeks of ignoring your messages and going around with other people, messing around with other people, staying over at their houses, pretending that you didn't exist, he always thinks he can just get his way.

it's not like you two are dating or anything..

but you hate that it hurts.

"okay— stop screaming" you put your hands up, but donghyuck doesn't stop talking, just lowering the volume of his voice, he just continues talking faster. you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, sometimes you feel more like his mom than his 'friend that's more than a friend but not his partner'.

"donghyuck, you need to— be quiet" you say, you somehow find yourself walking towards him and place your hands onto his shoulders. he has to look up at you to glare at you, and you almost laugh at the fact, you always teased him about it before, but right now he's glaring at you, a look he's shared with you at only certain occasions.

"don't tell me what to do".

"you're in my house!"

"well where else am i supposed to go, y/n? your the one who opened the fucking door anyway!" he retorts, still glaring at you like before. he's not crazy drunk to the point that he's stumbling over his words and talking like a crazy person, but he's also not that sober either.

not like you don't have so many more other people willing to drop down on their knees for you, why don't you just go to any of their houses instead?

that's what you want to say, the words rest on your tongue, itching to escape your lips so you can finally talk about what's been bothering you all this time.

you two aren't dating, you aren't exclusive to each other, your not.. an "item" or whatever, you two just both found something you could use to your advantage, and it's not like there were any rules when it came to you two, you guys had no control over what the other did with other people.

you have no right to be jealous.

so you refrain from saying that, instead biting your tongue and choosing the first thing that comes to your mind. "i didn't let you in, i opened the door, and you stormed into my house, and now you refuse to get out!"

"you're just such a little— bitch".

you'd kiss him if he wasn't being so aggressive at the moment, you can't say that he didn't look absolutely.. well— irresistible in a sense. if you weren't so stubborn, you probably would've pounced on him already.

but you stand your ground.

for once he can't get his way, you'll make sure of it.

"actually, i know what your deal is!" he shouts, accusingly, he walks up to you and points his finger directly in your face. his expression is a mix of pissed off and absolutely smitten, as if he's in love with you and wants to punch you in the face at the same time.

"oh yeah? enlighten me?"

"you're in love with me".

donghyuck leans close to your face when he says it, spitting out the words like they're poisonous, it's like he knows just how much you feel, like he's taking apart the thoughts that have been constantly plaguing your mind one by one.

you laugh, true words, but your not gonna let him know that. you allow your expression to become one of humor, and you raise an eyebrow. "i'm in love with you? please, get over yourself".

donghyuck doesn't falter. "you're just so bothered by the fact that i'm in someone else's bed, that i don't parade around you all the time, you always say you don't mind than get so sad when i'm not giving you a hundred percent attention, you whine like a baby when i'm not here for just a minute".

his tone is a teasing one, he's making fun of you, like he's about to jump at you and destroy all that you love. he wants to see you break, he wants to see you give in, wants to watch as you slowly melt and encapsulate his words, digest them, he wants you to feel every single letter that comes out of his mouth.

it's like he almost finds you funny, in a sense—

but your not that easy to break, so you just let out yet another bitter chuckle. "okay then mr. know it all, why don't you sit down and let me help you sober up?"

"your a coward".

you grit your teeth, he just won't stop fucking talking will he? he just keeps going on and on and on and on, at this point your considering pulling out the duct tape above your cupboard and shutting him up for good, but instead you close your eyes and sigh.

"why is it so hard to say, y/n? are you really that afraid of commitment that the best you can do is friends that occasionally mess around with each other?"

"donghyuck" you drag your teeth against each other. "if you don't shut up i swear to god i'm throwing you out of this house and making you sleep in the freezing cold".

it's an actual threat, not an empty one, donghyuck knows you well enough that he can tell the difference. so, stubbornly, he sits down, arms crossed over his chest.

your not sure why you always end up taking care of him, he didn't ask for you to, he just wanted to stupidly sulk on your couch, attempting to "calm" his mind after he screamed at you, staying silent after he basically read out all your inner most thoughts to you, like he just reached into your mind and pulled out all the things you'd been thinking.

"you always get so talkative when you drink".

you've gotten much used to ignoring how much you hurt when donghyuck yells at you, it's all become a little thing between you two, you argue, you sleep with each other, you forget it the next day, then go exactly back to that.

it's not healthy for either of you, clearly, it's more of destroying you than anything, but you don't even try to negotiate with him, just let him sit there as you contemplate, standing at your kitchen counter.

"i hate you" you mutter, instinctively cracking your knuckles as you say those words.

and yeah— maybe you do say that,

but your always gonna end up right beside him in the end.

[randomthefox]

I random came across your posts about the Sonic movies and honestly I had originally thought the first two were passible but not great. But I was *so* disappointed by the third one and I feel insane everytime someone talks about it because it feels like everyone on earth thinks this movie is gods gift to man and its???? Not good???

It is a relief to see im not the only one and glancing through i didn't realize how inconsistent the movies were(my memory is trash though so it's not surprising I didn't realize).

I just feel like a crazy/broken person who feels like I'm missing something if this movie is apparently so amazing but its??? A mess???

Not to mention I was already disappointed going in because of knowing Amy wasn't in it. She's one of my favs and she's SO important to Shadow's story but everyone keeps acting like it's no big deal. NONE of the adaptations of SA2 HAS HER DOING HER PART??? IM SO TIRED OF THEM REPLACING HER.

But yeah!!! I'm glad to see some words that finally describe exactly what was wrong with the movie because I struggle with explaining why it's not good myself.

It's so hard to take anybodies stated enjoyment of the movie seriously, because nothing they say they like about it comes off as sincere. It either sounds disingenuous and hypocritical, because they're excusing or even praising things about the movie that they'd complain about when it comes to anything else (The Sonic Double Standard). Or it's completely shallow surface level praise, as if they're literally toddlers giggling and clapping over a set of keys being jingled in their face and actively get upset when you suggest one should USE THEIR BRAIN when watching a film. Or they're just transparently hating on the video games, and their proclaimed enjoyment of the movies is just an outlet for them to complain about how bad the video games are.

None of them ever have anything to say about why the movie's is supposedly good that actually sounds genuine. When they discuss the movie I do not feel the passion of someone who has a sincere enthusiasm for something. The way they talk about liking the movie feels fucking fake. That or they're shoving crayons up their nose as they watch this, the Michael Bay Transformers of video game films.

The movies are so fundamentally SYSTEMATICALLY BROKEN as films it defies belief. Everytime I even think about this stupid fucking movie I remember or discover something NEW about how bad it is and how much it doesn't fucking wrong. Jimbotniks death scene starts with him going "this will be my final live stream" BUT JIMBOTNIK NEVER DID ANY LIVE STREAMS AT ANY POINT IN THE MOVIE BEFORE THAT. I THOUGHT it was just Jim Carrey ad libbing something unfunny or something, but it turns out THERE ARE DELETED SCENES OF JIMBOTNIK LIVE STREAMING IN PREVIOUS POINTS IN THE MOVIE AND THEY CUT THOSE FROM THE FILM. But they KEPT the "this is my final live stream" line. HOW THE FUCK CAN A MOVIE BE THIS FUCKING INCOMPETENT? It's like an infinite onion that has endless layers of sheer parasite infested dogshit.

Sonic 1 was bad because it was literally just Generic CGI Character On A Road Trip With A Live Action Human Movie #828649296 and it was so fucking boring that it did not improve upon the experience of staring at a blank wall for the same amount of time. Sonic 2 was a MILD improvement in relative terms but was still an absolute fucking chore to sit through particularly because of that completely asinine wedding plot. But Sonic 3 is legitimately one of the worst most unwatchably bad "big budget, popular, widely praised" movies I have seen in a long fucking time. It is worse than Dr. Strange and the Multi Verse of Madness. It is worse than ANY of the Sequel Trilogy Star Wars movies. I would happily sit down and watch all three Star Wars Sequel movies rather than endure sitting through Sonic 3 again.

I'm sorry to sound like a hipster, but people are fucking sheep. Following the herd off the cliff. That's the only explanation for why everyone is insisting on this movie being anything more than what I've said about it. There is no other explanation. They want to be part of the crowd, whether it's a feedback loop of people proclaiming the movie to be good and they wanna be part of the In Crowd, or because they hate the video games and propping up the movies seems like a trendy way of expressing that hatred. Or because they are the kind of people who would genuinely go watch the major motion picture Ass

[shenrickyz]

seojun the lovesick fool (ft. nct dream)

oh seojun is so in love it's disgusting | when?: nct dream smoothie studio choom behind

"i think that's enough photos, seojunie".

just as those words are said, seojun snaps another photo with camera in his hands. the 02 liner looks up and blinks at na jaemin, who simply gives a teasing smile. "did i get carried away?" he asks obliviously.

"carried away taking photos of jisung maybe".

seojun gasps in offense at the statement. yeah it's true but who is donghyuck to tell him that? he narrows his eyes at his older member, readying his defense for the day. "i was not! it's not my fault he looks exceptionally pretty in every photo and that the camera kept focusing on him!"

"i think that's one of your worst excuses".

seojun's eras redden, and he frowns slightly at the laughs which sound from his fellow members. jaemin throws an arm around him, giving another teasing smile. "you two are so cute! i can't believe it! young love blossoming at it's finest!"

"what are you talking about?" renjun questions judgmentally, looking jaemin up and down.

"he's crazy".

"not as crazy as seojun is for jisu—"

"stop!" seojun whines, his face probably redder than it ever has been in his life. he uses his hands to cover his red face, and jaemin giggles in victory. "this is embarrassing.." he mutters into his own hands, trying his best not to make eye contact with any of his members.

"it's not! nothing's embarrassing about being in love!"

seojun gently pushes jaemin away from him, trying his best to ignore the older's teasings and focusing on the many photos he'd taken on the camera. of course, most of them were focused on jisung. he's pretty, okay? can you blame seojun for taking so many pictures of him?

"jisung looks so pretty here.."

"yah, chenle is in the photos too" jeno scolds playfully, nudging him in the shoulder. seojun blinks, and laughs silently.

"i know! i didn't say chenle wasn't pretty jisung is just.. i'm not explaining it to you!"

"seojun is picking favorites!"

"i am not you guys always say this—!"

as seojun was busy trying to clear his name to his older members, jisung finally turns around to see what the yelling is all about, coming across a red faced seojun whose arguing with jeno and jaemin about.. something. he laughs lightly at the sight, because seojun is trying so hard to get his point across.

"so how did the photos turn out?"

"ah! oh my god you have to stop doing that!" the maknae allows for himself to giggle at seojun's newly startled expression. "seriously, jisung".

"okay okay i'm sorry" jisung hides his giggle behind his hand, laughing even harder at the frown from the older. "ignoring that, the photos, how did they turn out?"

seojun quickly looks back down at the camera in his hands, then looks back at jisung with a smile. "they turned out nice, you looked so pretty in all of them.."

the formerly giggling jisung is quickly reduced to a blushing, stuttering mess as he tries his best to register the other's words. the two are left awkwardly staring at each other for a moment, flustered out of their mind, but seojun breaks the silence by laughing lightly. "what? why are you so silent?"

"you're so— you're so annoying" jisung mutters under his breath, arms crossed and cheeks dusted red.

seojun pokes his cheek, and the youngest pretends to be annoyed by the gesture. "and you are so cute".

"that's not fair".

"um.. yes it is! you can't argue with me, i'm older, so i'm right".

"that is also not fai— hiki tell seojun he's wrong!"

"i am not wrong! you're wrong!"

and just like that, the lovebirds begin arguing. what are they arguing about exactly? the rest of the dreamies have absolutely no idea, but they're equally as flustered as the other.

"ah, young love" jaemin muses humorously, smiling proudly at the sight of the two. renjun, again, gives him another judgmental look, nudging him lightly.

"you're acting like you raised them".

"um because i literally did? i'm the only reason they're even together!"

"that's more of a bad thing than a good thing right now.."

jaemin lets out a snicker, listening to the two youngest argue over something unintelligible as jeno rolls his eyes at their stupid shouting.

[struggling-to-find-home]

Gotta love the intersectionality of being a currently hospitalised, currently disabled medical student

I get to experience:

The general traumatic experience that comes with sudden onset of disability, from like, the physical and emotional side of the coin

Becoming so depressed I completely lost my appetite and lost so much weight that my ed died because I've accidentally achieved what it always wanted (to be sickly skinny) and just. Didn't feel anything. I just laid on the hospital bed and tried to keep myself from leaping out of the fifth floor window. The first time I felt anything close to happiness again was when I got my guitar - a thing that was more of a lifeline than a hobby sometimes - back, but before that I had a good three weeks of being so incredibly depressed my brain blocked out the memories asap.

Having to relearn to live life like this. I'm not elaborating. Until you've experienced such a thing, no words can describe it in a way that will make people understand.

Bridging the weird societal gap of suddenly not fitting in with a community I was a part of before - a community which puts extreme pressure to show up every single day and do absurd amounts of work on a real short schedule - which doesn't exactly fit with constant hospital visits

Casual ableism from professors. Absolutely none of that from any of my yearmates, though, so at least you can be sure the current doctors-in-training are doing their best to be decent human beings

Ageism from THE OTHER PATIENTS. Like, the doctors are all doing a supreme job with handling me as a patient and I have never once faced problems with prejudice from them, but the other patients? God, you would not BELIEVE the judgemental gazes I get. Half of them seem to believe that I'm "taking someone else's place' and can't possibly have anything seriously wrong with me because I'm young and don't look severely distressed all the time. BITCH, YOU try living with this mess. Wouldn't last a day. The only reason why I'm holding on is because while YOU're temporarily half-blind, and I've been like this for TWO MONTHS. I've cried all of my tears already.

A bunch of criticism towards the medical personnel by the same patients, which rubs me the wrong way because, no offense, but they're criticising things which are there FOR A REASON and are done that way because it's the safest, best option for most effective treatment. "Oh but I am minorly inconvenienced" yeah and it's either that or staying blind. Would you prefer to stay blind? And when I try arguing that yeah, this shit is there specifically so they recover, I get the "Oh you don't know what you're talking about" 👁️ Girl. Girl I'm a med student. I've been explained all of this numerous times, in great detail, and with great explanations of how exactly did we get here and why everything is done the way it's done. This is literally my future job.

"OoOoOoOoOh bUt MeDicIne iN *insert country* iS bEtTeR" Real bold words to say while recieving free high-quality healthcare, followed with a bunch of accessible follow-ups, continued monitoring and stuff like free rehabilitation trips. Also fuck you.

Painful treatments suck ass, by the way.

Anyway somehow it's much easier to deal with entitled and unruly patients as a healthcare worker instead of as a fellow patient. Probably because if ANOTHER old lady tries giving me the side eye of death for daring to exist before her in a queue I'm gonna... Well, I'm probably gonna take a deep breath, remind myself I'm a mature adult with a lot of potential and all of my life in front of me and the old lady is old, bitter and miserable and let it go, but the urge to strangle her will be there for a bit. Overall this is very educational, but I'm mostly being educated in the fact that the world is full of cruel and stupid people, so I would rate the experience a 3/10.

It'll probably be -100000/10 after the surgery though.

[ban-al3x]

Do u write male readers? If so can I get one for shuji <3

Shuji ishii-peters x Male!Readet

This is my first m4m oneshot, so pls lmk if I did anything wrongng 😽

Also so sorry about yesterday! It was my bday and I was busysysy

"Love?" "Yes??" "Can I paint your nails?"

Shuji turned and gave me this weird look. "Why?" "I don't know, I'm bored. Pleaseee, I'll do anything." "Anything?" "Anything." I gave him the puppy dog eyes, he adored."Fine." "OH my God thank you shuji!!" I gave him a kiss. "You're literally the best ever." " He gave me a cute grin. "I know"

I got up to go choose colors, wondering what's be best for him. After a minute I choose blue and black. I got the polish and scurried back to him. "Okay so I'm thinking for your right hand, I'll paint your ring finger and thumb blue and the rest black. For your left it'll be the same just switched. " I explained. "..what..?" I rolled my eyes. "Your left hand will be, thumb and ring finger black and the rest blue. "Oh, that seems cool."

"Okay lemme see." I open the blue nail polish in the right hand, and take his hand with my other. I carefully glide the liquid across his nail, trying my hardest not to mess up. I go from his ring finger to his thumb. I start on his other hand, doing exactly what I said I would do.

"Okay, I'm done with the blue. I just the need the black. ?" I screwed the blush onto the bottle and grab the black bottle. "This'll will take around 5-7 minutes okay? Thank you for being patient." I say, kissing the corner of his mouth. Shuji pouts, asking for a kiss on his lips. "When I'm done handsome" I say chucking. "Alright.." Shuji mumbles.

The next few minutes go in silence, except for me humming a song that was stuck in my head. "Annnnnd done!" I exclaim "They're gonna need to dry but how do you like them?" "They look good my handsome, amazing, talented, boyfriend" He said with sarcasm. I rolled my eyes at the silly boy. "But for real they do look good. "Thank you. It takes skill to learn how to paint nails this good." I laughed. I put the bottle on the side table and look at shuji pouting, again. "What?"

"Can I have my kiss now?"

Word count: 363

Published: 04-2-23

[ladydisdainblog]

I've been thinking how for the show set in 60s The Marvelous Mrs Maisel approaches the importance of communication in a very modern way. Good example of that is when Rose went to Paris. She felt invisible by her family and Abe indeed was deaf to a solid percent of an information around him. So they had a conflict, expressed their frustrations and both of them compromised a bit. Whole Paris adventure helped them become more open to the world, reconnect with each other and, most importantly, with authentic selfs. Taste of an independence helped Rose to stood up to her family. And parisian pluralism reminded Abe about his ideals so seasons later he got a job that doesn't bring the worse at him and can influence the world in a more visible way.

Which brings us to Midge three major relationships in her story: with Susie, Joel and Lenny.

Midge and Susie have one the most healthy relationship on the show. Since the beginning they see each other for who they truly are and inspite of being polar opposites never truly antagonize each other's views and lifestyles. They bicker and fight often but always reconnect and apologies. They tries to explain to each other why they are upset or angry or resistant if they struggle to see different perspective. And they also listen.

Then there's Midge and Joel's marriage being a sugarcoated mess at the beginning. They don't show to each other their flaws: Midge literally disguises her humanity and imperfections with makeup and Joel hides his insecurities and dissatisfaction. So eventually things get ugly, they start to fight and express their frustrations more. But also they now tell more truth and didn't hide from mess that happens in their lifes. Their relationship now admittedly dysfunctional but at least they are growing as people. (Ofc there's also constant implication that they're in denial and never truly got over each other but the show never managed to convince me that it's valid so I gonna ignore that bst and just go with the take that ugly truth liberated them).

And at last there's Midge and Lenny. Both are speakers who made words their form of art and salvation. Both love to connect with an audience. Both want to impress each other so badly but also have tremendous respect for one another and could never be insincere. They capabile to a brutal honesty when it's about the most important thing. Comedy. Their talent helps them to hide an unspoken between funny remarks and light conversations. In fact, they each always know exactly what other have in mind. But also they kind of don't know a shit because the deepest desires and all seriousness of feelings can only have weight when it's communicated. So when they choose not to talk about it, not give their connection a name they make a conscious choice in order not to be on each other's way. They could discuss it and give a relationship a try, but their baggages are so massive and drak and requires some serious sacrifices and navigation in order to live a full life together. It could in theory worked out but in a process someone would compromise and loose the essential part on themselves. So by activity denying this truth Midge and Lenny show love and respect for each other. They don't want be the reason the other is unfulfilled or give up their authenticity.

[transmasc-wizard]

hey nico! been a while! i think since around the time i first started following you i wanted to ask how you personally go about outlining your wips! i never used to outline my stuff but recently i've been getting back into writing so i figured i might as well finally ask you for any advice you can give :)

im so sorry if this took me a really long time to answer, my perception of time exploded awhile back and i have no idea how long this has been sitting in my ask box. but on we go

so basically. my outlines. are a mess. but it is a mess with PROCESS so i will try to explain (<- hasn't outlined in like 8 months)

my outlining process always starts with. idea. like a scattered handful of ideas that i have. major themes, the biggest plot point i have in my head, whatever the actual concept is, etc. and then i pull together my characters FIRST. i don't try to outline till i have a good grasp on who those fuckers are (their motivation, main personality traits, biggest fears, what makes them feel safe, main philosophy, style, culture, what's important to them, their approach to other people, what they want, what's stopping them from getting it, that sorta thing). once i've got my blorbos, i take the concept i have and wonder why They're there. i figure out why they're the main characters, basically. what they have to do with the plot. how they get INVOLVED. and with that, i've got my inciting incident (the shit that made them have to Be There and Have/Solve Problems!)

then i decide generally how i want it to end. i need to know where i'm headed. this can change later on somewhat but usually i have a pretty good idea of it. then, extrapolating from my concept, characters, their dynamics with each other, anything i know about the world, that end, and the scattered ideas that i started with, i make like. 5-10 major scenes i want. and i write those down. THEN is the fun part

i open a new document, with all my notes to the side, and make. literally just a list. i list off what i want to happen. i can get really detailed here; i've had like 300-500 words describing a scene before. but, depending on how much i've got in my head, it can be as little as one sentence. i just keep going till i've got a bullet point list of every single scene i want to happen in the book, with all the plots and subplots and arcs and thematic moments, and then maybe go back and flesh some of it out, and then. im Done . and i can start writing ! i don't follow it exactly all the time, and often i add or take away entire scenes while drafting, but like. it gives me a really good road map that helps me stay with a project a lot longer and make the draft a lot neater than anything i just wing.

as for actually coming up with all that plot and subplot and character arc stuff for the list, it's mostly a loooot of daydreaming while drawing or on walks or generally doing something else, and then also letting the parts naturally connect to each other (this is part of why starting with fleshed out characters helps so much; they Are going to do certain things if they're defined people, so coming up with plot becomes much easier).

i hope that ! makes sense ! i am scattered and sleepy ! if you have any follow up questions about my process or if your immediate reaction was "nico what the fuck are you talking about" please feel free to ask !

[ryttu3k]

Me: "Oh boy, a half-hour lore video on my most favourite blorbo! :D"

Youtuber: "Yeah I don't like them much."

Me: *DEEP BREATH -*

Anyway I wrote nearly a thousand words lmao. Not even as a disagreement, just an attempt to explain Why They're Like That! Reposting my comment below the cut for posterity!

"My very problematic favourite! I can understand why they may turn you off as a character, but I feel a good-sized part of their… messed-up-ness is due to the fact that they're centuries of trauma stacked in a trenchcoat.

Goratrix spending most of Myca's formative years trying to kill them? Traumatic. Being Embraced by Symeon, which, in mages, kills their Avatar, part of their SOUL? Traumatic. Being brought back to Constantinople? Traumatic on at least two levels - first, they're a native Carpathian in Constantinople, being constantly looked down upon just because of where they're born, and second, they're in the Byzantine Empire, but are most likely originally from the Bulgarian Empire. Who were sworn enemies to the Byzantine Empire, and who, over the next several years after Myca's Embrace, were systematically defeated.

And that's just in their earliest years! Then, there's 1204 and 1234. There's the intense betrayal of your own sire drugging and nonconsensually fleshcrafting you, and then being literally brainwashed into being another person altogether, and then being given to an actually insane methuselah as a plaything. The fact that Myca reacted SO strongly with terror and panic when they started remembering those dreams, and the fact that Michael knew exactly who they were while Myca themself didn't know, and the fact that they literally could not say no, indicates that, no, it wasn't 'Myca was Michael's lover', it was straight-out… that word you had to keep cutting out. Symeon buries those memories down. Okay cool great. They escape Constantinople. Good, good. They meet Ilias. They get to spend a few reasonably content decades playing with politics and being in a happy, supportive, loving relationship.

And then the torpid and disguised Dracon is dumped on them. And then they start having horrifying, impossible dreams, both of Michael and of horrifying violation by their own sire. And then they remember the events causing those dreams in full, while at the SAME TIME, Ilias is possessed by the Eldest, who uses his body to commit the worst kind of violation on Myca, leading to Ilias' death, or at least the death of his body (and on top of that, the novel pretty heavily implies that they had a mutual blood bond, so they FELT Ilias die). And that's the point that Myca changes from 'calm, polite, rather manipulative scholar and diplomat who genuinely uses Auspex more than they use Vicissitude' to, well, yeah. So what happened?

The Dracon happened. The Dracon was literally fused to them on a soul level. BJD says that they're 'freed from the maniacally bitter and self-destructive metastases' of their great-grandsire, and that pretty explicitly confirms that the Dracon had been influencing them all along. Myca was cool and analytical. The Dracon… had a temper (as Triglav found out!) and was fairly emotionally unstable, as well. That's a pretty potent combination to make someone who's very very good at analysing the best way to hurt people. On top of that, there's also Michael's 'infection', which may well have triggered when they remembered what Michael did to them in full - they've spent literal centuries under the influence of one methuselah literally fused to their soul, and another methuselah (who happens to have Presence 9 and Dominate 7) whose last words to them were to carry out his Dream. How do you even resist that?

So yeah, deeply messed up. But they have pretty decent reason to be so, being under the direct influence of two deeply messed-up methuselah, as well as all the 'regular' traumas of isolation, manipulation and betrayal by someone they loved and trusted, and the death of the love of their unlife. And that's why I love the story Dreams & Nightmares from BJD so much - it gives them another chance. A chance to actually be themself, for the first time in nearly eight hundred years, someone they haven't been since that night in the Oriol Room in 1234. Myranda Kalis/Sarro, who wrote the Dark Ages Tzimisce novel and that BJD chapter, is absolutely the best writer for Sascha, since she sees them as a PERSON who happens to have undergone unimaginable trauma, and not just a plot device for Ooh Scary stuff.

There's very much three versions of Myca/Sascha, really (four if you include their mortal years), and this is supported by the novel's epilogue, which has Dracon!Myca quite explicitly confirm to Velya that, no, they're not the same person now. There's Myca, originally from Romania, then Constantinople, then back to Romania. Kind of manipulative but nothing too outside the realm of believability for a 200-year-old Cainite. There's the Myca/Sascha who was infected by the Dracon, who committed so many atrocities (and who, let's face it, had the distinct downside of mostly being written during the WoD's most edgelordy phase. Fetus scene, I am looking at you!). And there's the Sascha that's left after the Dracon was torn away from them, who's now an entirely new person still trying to work out who the hell they are. And that's someone who we just haven't seen that much of yet, but who should, by all rights, be very different to the Sascha we've met before.

Everything we know about Sascha in the past almost isn't relevant any more. They are, quite simply, a new person now.

On a much more minor note: as far as we know, Vykos is pronounced 'vi-KOSH', and Myca as 'MEE-ka'. And that description in the wiki about how their skintone was retconned to fit their Hungarian origin is flat-out wrong, they're Romanian. The Magyars/Hungarians were actually actively invading the Carpathians at the time, and the Clan Novel Saga literally has them using ancient Romanian as their native tongue (with that scene written by Lucien Soulban, who also wrote Constantinople by Night and thus is one of Sascha's creators).

Anyway. Very long comment, haha. Like I said, they're my favourite."

...this is the second time I've answered with many hundreds of words of rambling on a question about Sascha oh dear XD;; (First time was here. I'll actually copypaste that too -)

"There are a lot of suggestions saying that they learned it in Constantinople, or from their Koldun lover, Ilias, but the timelines unfortunately don't really match up there - and Sascha explicitly knows Thaumaturgy, not Koldunic sorcery. This was definitely something they learned while in the Sabbat, most likely from the Tremere antitribu, and probably almost entirely as a 'fuck you' to Goratrix.

Pre-Embrace, they were a Mage of House Tremere, pre-Ritual of Usurpation. They were basically a prodigy, and Goratrix hated them, betraying their location to the Tzimisce in the hope that they'd kill Myca (their original name) for him, with a hell of a lot of bad blood between the Tremere Mages and the local Carpathian Tzimisce. Instead, Goratrix accidentally contacted Tzimisce in a war party from Constantinople, who, well, hated the Carpathian Tzimisce as much as the Tremere did, and Symeon took note of this Carpathian Mage and decided to Embrace them largely out of spite.

Myca was furious and traumatised, both because being Embraced as a Mage is really messed up (it kills their Avatar, which is sort of like a second self, and blocks them off from using True Magick entirely), and because they had effectively been captured by the enemy, both in a Cainite sense (with the tensions between the Carpathian and Constantinople Tzimisce) and in a mortal sense (Romania was part of the Bulgarian Empire at the time, and they were at war with the Byzantine Empire; a few years after Myca's Embrace, the Byzantine Empire would end up destroying the Bulgarian Empire, and all they could do would be watching helplessly from Constantinople as their home was destroyed).

So, Myca as a fledgling in Constantinople. They've undergone a deeply traumatic Embrace as a Mage, they've been captured by the enemy, they've watched their home destroyed from afar. And twenty years later, the Tremere, led in a ritual by Goratrix, become Cainites themselves, and start rebuilding the magic that had been stolen from Myca as a new discipline called Thaumaturgy.

So this sets up a new ambition in Myca - learn Thaumaturgy at all costs, and beat Goratrix at his own game.

This ambition is set up early, in Constantinople by Night (set around 1202), with Myca wanting to learn Thaumaturgy from Theresa Kymena (a Tremere defector). Theresa has her own stuff going on with the Salubri Achmet, so that... never really eventuates. By Transylvania Chronicles I, set in 1314, that ambition is still there: "Myca would dearly love to learn the Thaumaturgy Discipline, hoping someday to best Goratrix at the Tremere's own game." This, unfortunately, doesn't eventuate for a while - we get a full character sheet in Transylvania Chronicles II, set 1493, where their discipline spread does not include Thaumaturgy (it has, for reference, Animalism 2, Auspex 3, Celerity 2, Dominate 3, Presence 2, and Vicissitude 3).

The next character sheet we have is from Giovanni Chronicles III, set in 1882. And, by then, they have learned Thaumaturgy! Their disciplines are: Animalism 5, Auspex 5, Dominate 4, Fortitude 2, Potence 3, Thaumaturgy 4, Vicissitude 6. What happened to Celerity and Presence? We just don't know. So at some point between 1493 and 1882, they've started learning Thaumaturgy, with the most accessible source being the Tremere antitribu. When you're an infamous and well-respected Priscus in the Sabbat, I guess you can just go, "Hey, you, teach me your secrets"!

By modern nights (in Children of the Night, published 1999), their disciplines are listed as Animalism 4, Auspex 4, Celerity 2, Dominate 5, Fortitude 3, Presence 4, Thaumaturgy 5, Vicissitude 7. There is some retconning involved there (it drops Potence and restores Celerity and Presence), but does keep Thaumaturgy, and, more specifically, even includes the Paths that they know - Path of Blood 5, Lure of Flames 5, and Movement of the Mind 2.

So, tl;dr - they're over a thousand years old, which is a long time to learn disciplines. They have the means (Tremere antitribu within the Sabbat) and the motivation - their background has them wanting to learn Thaumaturgy specifically, due to their past as a Mage and their rivalry with Goratrix. They manage to achieve this some time between 1493 and 1882, and now they can make people's blood boil from within and cause giant magical fires."

[piratefishmama]

Personal vent time whee

i really think there should be like. a rule for mystery shoppers, cause shit man, they exist SOLELY to get you into shit, and it's even worse for a neurodivergent person. like you're doing everything you can to get this person exactly what they're asking for, you're going through deals, and offers and lining them up with what they've told you, and yet if you seem a little bit off (lmao i'm autistic when do i not seem off) they mark you down for it.

fucking. 74%. after i did EVERYTHING with this bitch. I EVEN EXPLAINED UPLOAD SPEEDS FOR GAME STREAMING CAUSE HER NO DOUBT FAKE SON WAS A GAMER.

i'm just???? and there's no arguing it with management. ever. you tell them your difficulties, you're honest with them about your struggles with social cues, that i'm sorry but i am going to keep messing up, i am going to continue to struggle, because my brain literally does not work the way that you seem to want it to work, but i will do my job to the best of my abilities. but they look down on you like "you HAVE to do it correctly you cant keep messing this up" when i'm like??? literally cant. brain says fuck you whenever i try, my bad for being born with a broken brain i guess.

i just cannot deal with a fucking mystery shopper that gives me one word answers and stares at me like a fucking gormless idiot claiming 'i'm a technophobe' when i explain things to her. "Do ___ have an app that helps you track things?" her response was wide eyed and shrugging

bitch it's a yes or no answer.

like??? HOW IS THAT HELPFUL FOR ANYONE.

mystery shoppers criterias for 'good service' are ableist and discriminatory against neurodivergent people. Like we already struggle to hold jobs as it is, why are these bitches out here making it harder?

[tanniefm]

nasty | jjk (m)

summary - you're needy at a party and no one can help you except your boyfriend jungkook.

pairing - jungkook x reader

genre - established relationship

word count - 2.4k

song inspo - nasty by ariana grande

warnings - unprotected sex (BOOO), dirty talk, daddy kink, brief breeding kink, slight voyeurism (you essentially ride his thigh in front of everyone), explicit language, praise kink, subspace, drug and alcohol use (weed), brief mention of vmin, i guess kook also falls into domspace too i mean y'all are high so

a/n - i'm sorry this took so long school's been kicking my ass bruh. this is also very unedited since i originally wrote this while horny like a month ago kanjwbw. anyways yeah enjoy! ps. i am very bad at endings and summaries sigh

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“Pleaseeeee”

“Nope”

“But I need to so badly! Just please make me cum, Kook!”

“What did I say? Not ‘til later. At this rate I might not let you cum at all.” his words brought utter terror to your face. What did he mean not letting you cum at all? You've been so good all day! Just like he told you! This party fucking sucks anyway. As much as you love your friends coming over, there’s only so much you can handle before you start getting annoyed by their presence. Jungkook has been teasing you all day but the very peak of it was when he ate you out earlier like it was his last meal and at the very last second, decided to cease all contact from you and smile cockily. Asshole.

It doesn’t help that you've both been drinking and smoking a bit, so your horniness has only worsened since then. This mixed haze of being tipsy and high at the same time is just making you needier by the second. You’ve been clinging onto him and following him around your shared apartment the whole night while he laughed and chatted with your friends.

“You good, ____?” Jimin laughs. He out of everyone should know exactly how you feel, given him and Tae are constantly going at it, just like you and your beloved boyfriend.

You smile sarcastically, “Nah I’m perfectly fine, Minnie! Why do you ask?” you know exactly why he’s asking. You’re not really the best at hiding your emotions and your face says it all that you’d rather have everyone disappear immediately so you can fuck the shit out of the man you’re glaring at. He’s currently taking a few hits out of Hoseok’s “party bong” as he likes to call it. It looks very used and burnt out, you don’t know why he just won’t get a new one since you’re sure that’s some kind of safety hazard but whatever.

“No reason, just that you look like you wanna eat Jungkookie alive is all.” he smirks. You roll your eyes playfully and take another sip from whatever mixed drink Jungkook made you.

“He’s getting on my nerves.” you quip back. Jimin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs heartily. It seems like everyone finds your situation amusing but you. All you want is to have a proper orgasm! Is that so wrong! It feels like he’s punishing you and you haven’t even done anything! You go to sit on the couch with him, directly on his lap, while he watches Seokjin and Taehyung yell over Mario Kart. He automatically wraps his hands around your waist and smiles lazily.

“Heyy pretty girl.” he says gruffly. His voice always gets raspy when he smokes and your pussy throbs at his (and your) favorite pet name.

“Kookie,” you whine. “Please can we wrap this up and do something alone. Need you.” you start pouting in hopes he’ll finally cave. He chuckles and brushes a piece of hair from your face.

He leans in closely to whisper, “After they're done with this game, I promise I’ll take care of you, ok baby?” you look at him skeptically and hold up your pinky to ensure he means what he says. He giggles at your cuteness and wraps his long pinky around yours, kissing it to seal the deal. Your face immediately lights up at the prospect that you’ll finally get some dick. The more you think about it, the wetter you get. Maybe he’ll bring out the toys this time and use those on you. Maybe he’ll overstimulate you until you beg him to stop. Maybe he’ll let you take control since he’s been messing with you all evening anyway. The possibilities are endless and they cause you to squirm around on his lap. You quickly realize that your leggings are pretty thin however as you suddenly pause when you feel that your boyfriend is hard as a rock. Little did you know that he’s been suffering just as much as you have, he just likes to play with you a little to see how needy you could get. He can feel you throbbing through your leggings and it’s been driving him fucking crazy. He can’t wait for the guys to leave so he can fuck you in every room of this house.

He grips your hips tightly and gives you a warning look of “do that again and see what happens” you whimper and tuck your face in his neck. He smells so good. You can faintly smell the weed you two have been smoking but you can still smell his soft detergent and calming lavender he loves so much. You know his nose is sensitive so he only uses a small amount of cologne and it encapsulates him so perfectly. He pulls you closer and starts bouncing his knee slightly. Fuck. Now his thigh is consistently hitting your clit and your mind is getting fuzzier. The haze from earlier coupled with the fact that Jungkook is bouncing you like a baby is starting to make you whimper and moan a little louder than you’d like to. You know he’s fucking with you again. He loves seeing you like this. He leans down and reminds you Tae and Jin are almost done with their game and then you can moan and whine all you want. You nod hastily while you suck a mark into his neck to keep quiet. His knee keeps the same casual pace, as if your clit isn’t the main focal point of each bounce. He kisses the top of your head and laughs along at whatever the boys are arguing about as to not raise any suspicion. Although you’re pretty sure everyone can tell exactly what’s going on. The fact that everyone can clearly see you getting bounced on your boyfriend's lap is only getting you closer and closer. You bet you could cum like this.

“Ha ha! Fuck you, hyung! I told you I’d win!” Taehyung shouts jovially.

“Yeah whatever, brat! I’m definitely winning next time.” they both get up and stretch before informing both of you that they think they’ll call it a night. The rest of the boys agree and gather their stuff to head out. You hate to say it, but you couldn’t be happier that everyone’s finally leaving. Jungkook lifts you off his lap gently and to your horror, you can already see a damp spot forming on his sweats. He smirks and winks at you while he kindly escorts everyone out. Once the last person is gone and the door is closed and locked, he turns around and tells you to come here. You scamper over to him in a haste and attach your lips to his in an instant. He laughs at your neediness and backs you slowly to the couch. He sits down and puts you in his lap again while you both make out as if you’ve been deprived of each other. He grips your hips and grinds you against his erection that’s been straining against his pants for the better part of half an hour.

“My poor baby, was I too mean today?” he asks as he kisses down your neck and jaw.

“Mhm, I’ve been a good girl all day just like you said and you don’t even care.” you whine. He lifts his head and cups your face.

“Of course I care, baby. I’m so proud of you for being so good today. You want daddy to take care of you now, don’t you?” he says gently. It looks like you’re not the only one that fell into a bit of a headspace. You’re very aware that when Jungkook starts referring to himself as daddy that he’s already taken a dominant position. Meaning he’ll take very little shit from you. Not that you felt like being bratty today anyway. Good girls get rewarded and that’s exactly what you intend to receive. You nod and grind against him faster in hopes he’ll get the hint that you want him now. As always, he quickly understands and starts ridding himself of his shirt as you take off yours. Seeing all of his tattoos always does things to you. Especially the small bouquet of black roses he got for you. You still can’t believe he would get something so permanent on his body just for you but he was adamant that you were the love of his life. The memory made you emotional as you started to tear up slightly. You’re going to have to ask Hoseok what the hell was in that strain to make you so sensitive to literally everything. Jungkook stops unclipping your bra as soon as he sees your eyes well up.

His hands are right back to their position on your face. “Woah, what happened love? Are you ok?” you wipe your eyes and giggle bashfully and explain why you got so worked up. He smiled and kissed you softly.

“You know I love you, right? You’re so fucking cute. I love you so much.” he says as he leans his forehead on yours. Weed makes both of you so sappy. You can’t even find it in yourself to care as you bring him into another kiss. He continues to take off your bra and starts kneading your breasts in his hands. The action makes you whine and pull away from him.

“Daddy, I wanna cum now. Please?”

He chuckles and lifts you off of him to strip your leggings. His fingers trace over the damp spot of your panties and he pulls them back to see how wet they’ve gotten.

“My little girl completely soaked through these. Needy baby. If you wanted it so bad why couldn’t you just do it yourself, huh?”

“B-because I wanted to be good. M’ a good girl right?” his words confused you. Why would you take care of yourself when he does it so much better. Plus, wouldn’t he just punish you anyway?

“I know baby, you are a good girl. Besides, those tiny little fingers would just frustrate you wouldn't they? You need daddy to cum ‘cause my dumb babygirl can’t do anything by herself, can she?” his words make your lip tremble as you nod dumbly. He’s right! You couldn’t possibly do something like that by yourself. Only he can make you feel like this.

He smiles as you agree with no hesitation and pecks all around your face. This is your favorite place to be in. In his arms waiting for his instruction. Taking the lead is fun every once and awhile but being stupid and pliant is far more your speed. He makes you feel safe and adored. He makes you feel good.

His fingers swirl around your covered clit as you moan into his mouth. Your little noises and the feeling of his fingers getting slicker is making him painfully hard and he, too is getting impatient. He wiggles his hips and slides his sweats down to reveal to you that he’s been walking around with no underwear on. He’s been completely hard with no barrier other than his sweats. You feel like you could bust right then and there. As soon as you see his cock, you lick your hand and start stroking it slowly. Jungkook hisses and throws his head back.

“Little girl...don’t play with me right now…” you heed his warning and scramble to take off your panties so you can get him inside you as fast as possible. This is what you’ve been waiting for, and you’ll be damned if you fuck it up now. He steadies you as you prepare to sink down on him and he kisses you gently. The way he’s filling you is intoxicating.

“Fuck, this little cunt was made for me wasn’t it? My baby’s so perfect for me.” his words make you tremble. You both moan breathily once he’s bottomed out inside you. You grind back and forth slowly as you try to adjust to his length. Jungkook however, is just as impatient as you are. He halts your movements to grip your hips and lift you almost completely off of him and slam you back down. You gasp as he sets a pace for you quickly. Your walls clench as he groans out praises of how good you feel and how much he loves being with you like this. In his lap, bouncing on top of him, whining into his neck. He couldn't think of a better place to be. His hands slide down to your ass and grips it as he bounces you even faster. You moan loudly and bite on his shoulder in fear of getting another noise complaint from the neighbors.

“D-Daddy? M’ close. So so so so so close daddy please fuck!” your words are slurred since you literally cannot think properly. He laughs breathily. “I know baby, you feel so good. Fuck I wanna pump you full of my cum. Wanna get you pregnant.” his words only make you moan louder.

“Oh you like that? You like when I talk about filling your cute tummy with my cum? You want my babies, little girl? Hm?” your head bobs up and down as you nod. “Yeah- mm yeah want it so bad daddy please cum in me. I wanna have your babies please Kookie please. Wanna cum wanna cum wanna cum!” you whine. Seeing how absolutely wrecked you are is only getting Jungkook closer and closer. You look completely and utterly fucked out. If his baby wants his cum that's exactly what she'll get.

“Shh precious I’m almost there. Daddy's got you I promise. Rub your pretty clit for me, I wanna see my baby cum ok?” you immediately obey and spit on your fingers before shoving your hand between you two. You rub your swollen clit with quick flicks to get you to cum faster. You just wanna make Jungkook happy. You wanna be his good girl.

It didn't take long for your hand coupled with his cock pounding into your g-spot to get you to cum hard on him. Your limbs spasm and your vision goes white while you distantly hear Jungkook's moaned praises. He cums in you not long after with a whine and keeps thrusting a few times so you can milk him for all he's worth. You both pant heavily as his arms wrap around you tightly, wanting to be as close as possible. He pecks your head repeatedly and buries his face in your hair.

“I love you ____.” he sighs. You giggle and sleepily look up at him. “I love you more.”

[spacecowboysfrommars]

(responding to your answer to the tropes question here because I uhh realized I had a LOT to say)

But oh my god no but SAME about Tony not being in denial!!! literally one of my favorite underrated tropes ever. I'm so glad you brought it up.

(Also lmao as if I didn't already know you had great taste. Better get used to this vibe of being showered in admiration btw because I cannot BELIEVE it took me this long to read your current fic and I am THRIVING.)

-anyway-- mini essay coming up get ready --

The thing I love about Tony not being in denial is that he's a smart character.

I get why people think he's emotionally constipated - he doesn't exactly wear his emotions all that much, especially when they could give his adversaries an edge, tries his best to hide behind a mask of sass instead. But this is also a man who is smart as hell and able to make calculations and judgments much faster than regular people? He clearly perceives a lot more than he lets on - and that includes perceptions about himself.

He also vocalizes it a surprising amount tbh:

IM3, to Pepper:

Tony: I'm a piping hot mess. It's been going on for a while. I haven't said anything. Nothing's been the same since New York ..... You experience things... and then they're over, and you still can't explain them.

Gods, aliens, other dimensions. I'm just a man in a can. The only reason I haven't cracked up is probably because you moved in. Which is great. I love you. I'm lucky. But honey, I can't sleep. You go to bed, I come down here. I do what I know. I tinker. I... Threat is imminent. And I have to protect the one thing that I can't live without. That's you.

or even in Avengers:

Steve: Stark, so help me god if you make one more wisecrack...

Tony: Threat! Verbal threat! I feel threatened!

He does this SO MUCH actually. And he does the emotional word vomit to Peter too, in canon, all the time. Is it so hard to believe that he would've understood how he felt about Peter and articulated it at some point?

Aside from that. I just. I love them. Any fic where they at least get it (and the others do or don't it doesn't even matter) is always top tier.

ALRIGHT OKAY RANT OVER -- sorry for the essay. I'm just glad my friends have good taste <3

RIGHT!!!

It’s literally canon that Tony has a problem with accidentally word vomiting how much he cares about Peter to his face literally… all the time. Like two days after they met on the drive back to Queens, Tony just starts telling Peter about breaking the cycle of shame and wanting to support him in a way that Howard never did and poor Pete is just like 😧

In Destiny Arrives (book version of Infinity War) there are entire PARAGRAPHS about how much Tony is aware of his love for Peter but is afraid of it.