#this is a safe space for all kinds of littles!

[elalmadelmar]

I feel like a lot of people have forgotten, or maybe never learned, what a potentially safe space even looks like. That's the only way they could try and frame fandom -- all of fandom! -- as a supposedly safe space.

Here's what you need to even entertain the ability that a space could be made safe for some subset of people:

A defined location, either online or offline

A defined boundary on that location, with little or no ambiguity on what is inside or outside of it.

A defined and agreed-upon set of rules outlining behavior that supports the sense of safety as opposed to behavior that violates the safe space.

Some form of defined enforcement for the set of rules, almost always implemented by some sort of moderator or enforcement team who in turn can be removed from authority in case of misbehavior.

A classic example is one of the original online safe spaces, the old LiveJournal community VaginaPagina. It was a community centered on sexual & health education and advice for people with vulvae, and the safe space policy was extensive, clearly stated, and enforced by the moderator team. The entire community was structured to create a space where people, including teens, could ask the kinds of questions they were often afraid to ask their parents, teachers, or peers -- about birth control, about sex, about menstruation, about the general health and maintenance of a vagina, about recovering from violence, and more, and receive answers that were helpful and kind. Posts or comments that violated the policy could be hidden or removed by the moderator team, and people who repeatedly violated the policy could be banned and blocked from further interaction. Community members could choose to lock their posts so that only community members could even access them in order to protect their privacy for sensitive or delicate questions. That's how you build a safe space.

If anyone can come wandering in? It's not a safe space. If there's no universal set of rules everyone has to agree to in order to participate? It's not a safe space. If there's no way to enforce the rules or conduct expectations? It's not a safe space. If it's a large movement sprawled all over the internet or irl? It's not a singular space at all, let alone a safe one.

Curating your own experience is important, but even so, you have to recognize that unless you're in this kind of locked-down atmosphere that's tailored to your needs, you're not in a safe space; you're still at risk of coming across things that make you feel unsafe, or of having others interact with you in a way that makes you uncomfortable and unhappy.

Ok I want to say something controversial

But you are responsible for your own safe spaces. You can block tags, block words, block people.

“But i thought fandom was supposed to be a safe space” —yeah you have to curate it.

Unfortunately one persons’s safe space may be another persons’ trigger. That’s ok. Simply block them, block the tag, block the word etc. They can do the same for you.

Maybe I’m just out of touch, but I’ve been around since the days of “don’t like, don’t read” and that’s a good philosophy. If it squicks you, scroll past. If it causes you anxiety or upset, block! Plenty of people are responsive if you ask them to tag an upsetting trigger. And if they’re dicks about it, block em.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Cariad | Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Fae!Reader | One shot 2.3k

After a forced night out with your fellow fae ‘friends’ ends in a trail of your fairy dust, it’s your werewolf roommate who takes the blame.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of violence, blood, bad friends and bad ex boyfriends. Bucky is a cutie pie puppy (werewolf) and reader is a fae with wings.

A/N: Very loosely based on the story of Beddgelert. Cariad - darling in Welsh.��

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and @saradika-graphics

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes

“Come on, you can’t stay cooped up in your flat all night.”

Your friends pounded their fists on the door of your apartment, calling through the keyhole and begging you to come out with them.

Friends might be too generous, women who also worked at the shitty diner down the street and also happened to be fae was more accurate. That seemed enough license for them to come and bother you, but it was never quite enough for you to really open up to them or for them to offer you a place to stay when you left your disgusting ex, John.

“I don’t want to, I’m fine here,” you shouted back, lounging against the arm of the sofa, your feet in your roommate, Bucky's, lap and a bowl of popcorn on your own. You tossed a kernel across to Bucky and he caught it with a snap between his preternaturally sharp teeth. You giggled and he grinned, flashing his long canines, before returning his attention to the terrible reality show you were both watching. 

The two of you had been watching the series from the start and had become increasingly close over the last six weeks since you moved in. Bucky always made sure you had popcorn, a blanket, which he spread over your legs, and something fun to drink, either a cocktail, a glass of wine or, one week, a huge hot chocolate covered with marshmallows.

Despite your reservations about moving in with a were, he was really a lovely roommate. He kept mostly to himself apart from your TV nights, which you looked forward to more and more, enjoying the feel of his warmth so close to you, the heady scent of his musky cologne and his ringing laughter that always made you smile.

 In fact the only downside seemed to be that he shed hair like a large dog, but then you left fairy dust everywhere so it worked out evenly in the end.

Plus after living with John and his volatile nature, being able to predict Bucky’s mood around the moon cycle was actually more reassuring than scary. You’d expected him to be grumpy, snappy, even a little mean when the moon was full, but instead he just stuck around the flat and, if anything, was friendlier, touching your elbow or the small of your back, brushing his leg against yours on the sofa and, as he was now, massaging your feet after a long day at work. His instinct was to nest and seek comfort, following you around like a lost puppy, a huge, muscular, lost puppy.

“You can go out if you want, doll, don’t stay in on my account,” he said, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Bucky liked to stay in around the full moon. It wasn’t that he was dangerous as a wolf, he could still control himself, but everything felt so much…more. He was always a little more territorial when the moon was at its fullest, seeking the comfort of a familiar space and, increasingly, wanting to make sure that you were protected.

In reality, he’d have liked to keep you exactly where he could see you and keep you safe, but he’d never been the kind of guy to trap someone like that. He liked seeing you smile. If going out made you smile, then he’d try and suck it up… okay, he’d be a grump, but he certainly wouldn’t be letting you know that, even if it meant you wouldn’t be here to scratch behind his ears to keep him calm when the moon rose. 

“I like staying in with you.” You poked him with a fluffy sock covered toe and earnt his fingers tickling you in return. 

“Well, that’s settled then. Go away!” he shouted at your friends, still banging on the door. 

Quiet reigned for all of two minutes before your phone started pinging.

You’re allowed to leave,you know?

Tina, of course, was always starting the arguments about Bucky.

He can’t control you

Morgan, desperate to be the ringleader of the group, but falling very far short. 

So that was two of your friends chipping in, that just left Jenny.

Leave the dog at home and come out with us, I promise we won’t see John. 

She was the biggest barrier to your friendship. Their personal attitude towards Bucky went way beyond the suggestions that he kept you trapped in the flat somehow and ended up in slurs. She’d use any opportunity to take a dig at him, especially if she knew he could hear. 

No.

You text back, slamming the phone down on the arm of the sofa, but they continued to text and text and text until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Ugh, God fine!” you bellowed across the room, your wings glittering and flashing red with fury, sprinkling fairy dust in your wake as you stomped across the room and yanked the door open.

“One fucking drink and then I’m coming home, just to prove that I can leave whenever I want.”

You glowed with anger as you slammed your bedroom door, emerging a few moments later with a crumpled dress on and a pair of heels. On your way past the mirror, you rubbed a finger below each eye to tidy your makeup.

“Have fun, Fairy, see you soon.” Bucky smiled, squeezing your hand over the back of the sofa. “I promise I’ll watch something else so we can see who gets voted out together.”

Dutifully, he flicked the TV off. 

“Let’s go,” you said, allowing your friends to drag you out of the door while Bucky waved them off. 

There was no way Bucky was really going to let you go out alone on the full moon. Although you’d have that gaggle of fae around you, he didn’t trust them not to abandon you at the first sign of trouble and, despite his lone wolf status, he knew that there were plenty of other wolves and shifters about just waiting to pounce should the opportunity arise.

Waiting until you’d at least left the building, Bucky sprang up from the sofa, looking out at the last of the sunset before he shook off the blankets, then his clothes and then his human form. Dragging his nails along the hardwood he clambered out the window and onto the fire exit. Scenting your perfume as you rounded the corner onto the next block, he couldn’t help but let out a howl, leaping onto the roof of the adjoining building and beginning his watch. 

Fairy dust.

It was everywhere, sparkling like glitter, the scent of vanilla frosting, but twice as sweet. It glimmered a path towards the alley way and, as Jenny rounded the corner, it was all she could see.

Despite the sparkling impairment, she could still hear your scream, ringing in her ears.

Tina and Morgan fell out of the side door of the nightclub, stumbling on their heels and dominoing forwards until all three fae were piled together on the cold, filthy ground. The golden shimmer of your fairy dust was all that let them know you’d been there. 

Sometime after the third round of shots and your fourth complaint that you wanted to go home, you’d edged away from them, towards the exit. That’d been fifteen minutes ago, when a were approaching Morgan at the bar had prompted the conversation to turn to Bucky again and what a disgusting, unsuitable, roommate they all thought he was. You rolled your eyes. If only the knew how bad John had been. 

Tina had only stopped when they’d all had a chance to complain about his taste in clothes, his solitary nature and even his smell, when she noticed that you hadn’t said anything in a while and their hunt for you began.

Eventually, trailing a story of you and a tall man with dark hair from the bar to the back doors, they had ventured outside.

“Look!” Jenny declared, spotting a spec of blood higher up on the alley wall. She fluttered her yellow wings and got closer to inspect it, running a finger through the smear, blood. “It’s blood! Call the Police!” 

Tina immediately started to dial as the three fae set off as fast as their wings could carry them, following the trail of blood. 

The trail wound between each block from the club to your street using the darkest back streets and alleyways. Morgan had conjured a ball of light to follow, but the three fae were still anxious to be back in the street lights or, better yet, back inside their own locked homes. 

It was a full moon after all, a foolish night to be out, drunk and alone.

Everyone they met confirmed that an injured fae had passed by with a brunette man and the trio’s imaginations ran riot, thinking of all the horrible things they were sure Bucky was doing to you for leaving the flat. 

As they turned onto your street, the blood seemed to stop but, at a run, they continued towards your apartment building.

From the outside, it looked as if Bucky was still watching television, the blue and white flashing of the screen lighting up the window and the patch of ceiling they could see from the doorstep below.

Then a figure appeared, a huge figure with pointed ears and long arms ending in claws that seemed to go on forever, elongated by the shadows cast across the walls. It reared up and then, just as quickly, it ducked down. No doubt to complete whatever awful ritual it was that weres enjoyed on the full moon, killed and eating fae no doubt.

Jenny screamed and began running up the short steps to the foyer, forcing her way past your confused looking neighbours. 

In the street, Morgan, rooted to the spot in horror, watched as the werewolf lifted a body in its arms and moved away from the window. Tina grabbed her hand and dragged her up the stairs to follow Jenny. 

Blood. Blood. Blood. That was all Bucky could think as he paced the living room, his fur matted with it, the scent filling his senses, stinking and hot and foul. He took a deep shuddering breath, willing the wolf inside of him to quiet. It paced in his mind, snarling and growling at any thought he sent its way, the thought of another man’s hands on you, the thought of you at the bar, unprotected and alone. 

Blood. Blood. Blood. 

He heaved a breath in and dropped his head into his hands, groaning as his body calmed. He tried to stay still, not wanting to cause anymore damage or spread the blood any further than his stumbling body already had. 

You were covered in it too, your wings heavy and drooping down your back. The iridescent shine was dulled, your breath coming in shallow, rasping sobs.

But no sooner had Bucky caught his breath than the hair on the back of his neck stood on end, his senses telling him that danger was still approaching.

Looking up, he finally saw Tina, Morgan and Jenny standing in the door, staring open mouthed at his blood covered body. His fur, where it was longer across his head, was matted together and his paws left red marks against the white walls when he pulled away, shrinking back, ears flat to his head and tail tucked between his legs.

Jenny screamed, a blood curdling, piercing scream causing the neighbours to open their doors. Bucky’s ears twitched, and his soulders slumped, his hearing enhanced by his current form. 

“He killed her! He killed her! Look at that blood!” Jenny screached.

Bucky held his hands up in surrender, unable to do anything but let out a low howl of pain at the thought of doing anything to hurt you. 

“We know it’s her blood, on you!” Morgan shouted. 

Bucky was shaking now, the wolf desperate to fight back while Bucky tried to tame him. He knew being aggressive would make it worse, but he was having a hard time keeping his body in check in such a small space. He backed his way to the wall and slid down onto his hackles, the hair on his neck still raised, and gave a sharp bark of warning. 

“We knew you’d turn on her, you were mad she went out!” 

He shook his head again, his howl now a constant, pained, wail. 

Then he couldn’t hear anything.

Tina, Morgan and Jenny had brimmed with magic as they cornered him, but now he was behind a wall of light watching your friends and neighbours back away, forced out of the door by your power. 

Bucky grabbed around your waist so he could get close enough to press his muzzle into your neck, scenting you roughly in the hopes of calming the wolf. 

You fell back into his arms, spent from using the last of your energy on defending Bucky, but safe in his arms. 

“I’m okay, Buck,” you whispered, tired and breathy, digging your hands into his fur.

He scooped you up into his arms again, the same way he’d carried you home after John’s attack just an hour before and held you close.

“I’m with you, I’m okay.” You gave a weak smile, placing your hand on his muzzle as the fur faded and the wolf disappeared for another month, leaving your hand on his stumbled cheek. He turned into your warmth, placing a delicate kiss on your palm and kept you there for a moment, your eyes locked and then he dipped his head, brushing his lips against yours.

[pendarling]

Spying Through Binoculars

Villain licked their lips and leaned closer, their eyes presser further into the binoculars in their hand as Henchman sat in the nearby bush looking bored as ever.

"Why are we doing this?" Henchman spoke.

"It's just principle."

They had stayed like this for days, looking for a sign of anything of interest from Hero during their off-time at home, but Henchman was convinced that they were doing this for far more selfish reasons than simply to fulfill a mission.

"Can't we come back tomorrow?" they whined and lay down on the grass. Henchman's eyes stared up at the empty, dark sky.

"No," Villain said sharply, "We aren't leaving yet. Not until I find out..." They trailed off. "Something."

Henchman rolled their eyes. They knew there was no significance in any of this at all, yet they kept their boss entertained for this long. Henchman released a long, drawled out sigh and sat up. "Well, I'm bored. I think I'll go home now." They started to move out.

"What—" Villain's eyes temporarily pulled away from the binoculars. “I need you!" they whispered harshly. “Get back over here right now!"

Henchman shook their head, "Please, I think you have this all under control; besides," Their head gestured toward the open window, looking straight into Hero's kitchen, "Hero doesn't seem to be a threat like this."

"Threat or not!" Villain looked back through the lens. "They're definitely up to something."

"Like what?" Henchman frowned.

"Like...." Villain tapped their finger on the binocular, "Like... uh.." their focus quickly distracted. Henchman tsked under their breath and went out of their way. If it was going to be like this, then it was time to clock out.

Villain's eyes stayed firm on their target; Hero looked far different outside of their hero uniform, much more calm and natural. None of that feral gaze in their eyes.

They walked away from the kitchen as they set something down on the counter. "Dammit," Hero moved away from their line of sight, and Villain quickly crawled to the next side of the house, eagerly searching for their nemesis. They found a small crack between their window and Hero behind the curtains; Villain tried moving closer without making noise to get a better angle. They bit down on their lip and tried to make out the movements as best as possible. They seemed to be in their room now, a much more private space, it made Villain feel a certain kind of nervousness, but they couldn't look away, especially as Hero's hands went to hook themselves at the hem of their shirt and pull it up so easily. "Fuck." Their eyes left the binoculars as they looked away, instead gazing at the row of trees in an attempt to temporarily find a distraction until it felt like it was safe to watch again.

'But what if they're doing something suspicious now?' Villain thought.

It couldn't be possible; it would be stupid, wouldn't it? Why in the world would Hero do something dumb while they were half-dressed? Unless, of course, they knew someone was watching them. Damn them, they were as slick as a fox.

'It's all a show.' Villain couldn't help but agree with their reasoning; Hero was smarter than they looked after all. They nodded and quickly returned to their sights. It wasn't like this was for their own guilty pleasure anyway.

'It's all part of the job; I have no interest in a good little hero such as them.'

Instead, Villain was met with Hero's refined waist and skin marked with faint scars from previous encounters. Their face turned hot, and Villain once again snapped their eyes away.

This was getting a lot harder than they thought. Hero wasn't supposed to be a problem for them at all; they're usually never this threatening to Villain when out on the battlefield. Someone so easy to defeat? How was it possible that they could get away with making Villain feel this way?

Villain's eyebrows furrowed, and their pulse quickened.

'It's nothing.' They took a deep breath. 'Nothing. It means nothing.' Yet the image never left their head; Hero's less-than-appealing form stayed imprinted in their vision like a curse. They could still see what little skin they showed underneath their shirt, and Villain wondered how many of those scars came from them. How many times did Hero look at themselves in the mirror and think of them through each bruise and every cut. It made them grow lightheaded just thinking of it.

Their stomach churned; it must've been an illness overcoming Villain, but they had to brave it out. Villain wouldn't let this get to them at all; they took a deep breath as if it would change the speed of their heart. But as soon as Villain caught sight of Hero again, taking their sweet time going through every single shirt in their closet, disregarding their current vulnerability, it made Villain melt under pressure.

"Hey, boss, do you have the car keys?" Henchman returned.

"What?" Villain blinked and looked beside them as Henchman tried making out Hero's figure between the leaves.

Henchman squinted. "What's going on?"

Villain slapped a hand across their eyes, "No, don't look!" They shouted.

Hero's ears perked up at the sudden noise, and they looked around them.

The two quickly ducked under the bush, stilling their movement as best as possible until Villain was certain Hero had left.

"Did you find anything, boss?" Henchman whispered. Villain straightened up and immediately looked for Hero again, only to find the curtains fully closed.

They cursed themselves. "No...." Henchman caught Villain's disappointment.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." Villain tucked the binoculars into their coat, "Let's get out of here."

~~~

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2024 Gif Round-Up

Thank you for tagging me @heartstringsduet @thisbuildinghasfeelings @paperstorm @alrightbuckaroo

@carlos-in-glasses @guardian-angle22 and @reyesstrand!!

I’m very late to this because the holidays didn’t leave me any time to myself. But @herefortarlos tells me there’s no deadline for these things. So here we go.😅

This year was the first time I watched 911 Lone Star live, and it was actually the first time I’d ever made gifs for *any show* as we got new episodes. It's been a lot of fun, even if it makes me even more aware of just how long it takes me to finish a set. 🙈

Here’s to everyone who puts lovely content on my dash, whether it’s your own work, reblogs, or funny/heartfelt commentary and tags. I would be so lost without all of it.

Please consider this an open tag for anyone who would still like to do their own round-up!

January

Carlos smiling into kisses Parallel set with scenes from Yee-Haw (1x02)

“You asked me to feel safe with you.” Flashback set with scenes from Friends With Benefits (2x04) and Push (3x04)

When a new hyperfixation takes hold Dan Levy reaction gifs

February

TK and Carlos comforting each other Parallel set with scenes from Friends With Benefits (2x04) and A House Divided (4x16)

March

“I'll keep going with you.” An emotional entry for incorrect quotes/text post–gifs, with scenes from In the Unlikely Event of an Emergency (3x08) and In Sickness and in Health (4x18)

 “I am tryna be your home, your safe place, your go to person…” Back to the more humorous incorrect quotes/text post–gifs, with moments from Yee-Haw (1x02)

“there’s honestly a lot of things wrong with you but im kind of into it for some reason. Do you want to get married.” Incorrect quotes/text post–gifs, featuring the darts scene from Texas Proud (1x03)

April

Their last terrified moments in their first home. Their first brilliant and joyful moments in their new home. Parallel set with scenes from The Big Heat (2x12) and Push (3x04)

“Hey now those (your big brown eyes) are some dangerous weapons…” Incorrect quotes/text post–gif with a look at Carlos in Negative Space (3x12)

That lovely first tarlos scene in Riddle of the Sphynx (3x13), without the credits obstructing our view.

"just got diagnosed as your soulmate...". Incorrect quotes/text post–gif featuring scenes from Yee-Haw (1x02) and A House Divided (4x16)

Season 4: parallel statements of love and devotion Scenes from Abandoned (4x04), The New Hot Mess (4x02), Swipe Left (4x12), A House Divided (4x16), and In Sickness and in Health (4x18)

May through December are below the cut because things got very out of hand very quickly:

May

Husband, husband, husband Every instance of “husband” from In Sickness and in Health (4x18)

When there are clues that date night has been interrupted Adding some visual aids to the conversation about the state of Carlos' shirt at the end of This Is Not a Drill (4x06)

“I think that both of them like to be the little spoon and the big spoon” – Rafael Silva For @carlos-in-glasses who shared her amazing Cameo video with us

“I missed it so much, I took a stab at writing fanfiction.” A relatable moment from Modern Family

June

If that moment in the fire was Carlos' last chance to say anything, he was going to say everything. A flashback set inspired by @doublel27's post that lives in my head, rent-free. Features scenes from The Big Heat (2x12) and In Sickness and in Health (4x18)

“He might not understand TK's fixation with a lizard, but… Um, you know, Carlos loves TK. And if Carlos loves TK, then that's all that matters.” – Rafael Silva For @thisbuildinghasfeelings who generously shared not one, but two Cameo videos with us

Just taking the opportunity to look at the details of some intense moments from the fire in The Big Heat (2x12)

“It’s a meal, not a marriage proposal, TK. || “So, the wedding. It’s coming up.” A flashback set with TK and Carlos sitting across from each other at the dinner table in Yee-Haw (1x02) and This Is Not a Drill (4x06)

wedding planning → wedding ceremony Parallel set with scenes from Control Freaks (4x08) and In Sickness and in Health (4x18)

July

“And when did you figure that out?” / “The day I met you.” How long have you thought that?“ / “Since the first night I took you home.” A flashback *and* parallel set with scenes from the pilot (1x01), Yee-Haw (1x02), The New Hot Mess (4x02), and A House Divided (4x16). Made in collaboration with @paperstorm. (Check out the accompanying fic here.)

That sounds sexual. 😏 A Rafael Silva reaction gif for various situations here on tumblr dot com

Andrea with her husband and her son, both in their tuxes for the wedding. Parallel set featuring scenes from  Best of Men (4x17) and In Sickness and in Health deleted scene (4x18). (I blame this one on @goldenskykaysani 😭)

August

My best attempt at zooming in on the final shot of the proposal scene in A Bright and Cloudless Morning (3x18)

September

No more wasted moments. A collection of scenes from A Bright and Cloudless Morning (3x18), Swipe Left (4x12), Both Sides Now (5x01), and the promo for Thunderstruck (5x05). (I still need to update that last one to the version used in the episode. Oops.)

Carlos on the outside, looking in  ->  Carlos surrounded by the love of his friends, family, and husband Not sure if I should call this a parallel or a flashback set. Either way, we have scenes from the pilot (1x01) and In Sickness and in Health (4x18), and I'm so very normal about it.

Sweet moments where Carlos is grabbing TK’s sweater/jacket Parallel set of still images from Riddle of the Sphynx (3x13) and the Thunderstruck promo (5x05)

Reaching across the table Parallel set of still images from Austin, We Have a Problem (1x10) and Both Sides, Now (5x01, season 5 promo)

TK and Carlos:  "husband" A collection of scenes from A Bright and Cloudless Morning (3x18),  Swipe Left (4x12), In Sickness and in Health (4x18), and Both Sides Now (5x01)

The look on Carlos' face when his own love language is returned to him in kind Parallel set with scenes from Swipe Left (4x12) and Both Sides, Now (5x01)

October

“One of the most magical things about being in a committed relationship is learning to really open up your heart and hate one of your partner’s coworkers you’ve never met” Incorrect quotes/text post–gif  for Both Sides, Now (5x01)

The way Carlos walks into the 126 firehouse:  unwilling to move past the threshold -> strutting in with donuts for everyone, just because. A collection of scenes from Austin, We Have a Problem (1x10), Bad Call (2x08), Spring Cleaning (3x17), and Trainwrecks (5x02)

“You look like the night we met. Green t-shirt and short hair.” For @strandnreyes and @paperstorm, to accompany their coda for C12 (5x03), with parallel gifs from the pilot (1x01).  (Read the fic here.)

TK and Carlos are not on the same page Parallel set for Swipe Left (4x12) and the Thunderstruck promo (5x05)

kiss + hand + ✨ring✨ Parallel set of still images from In Sickness and in Health deleted scenes (4x18) and Thunderstruck promo photos (5x05)

I will never not be thinking about this kiss 🔥 Thunderstruck (5x05) sneak peek

Had to make a post with sexy scenes from three different episodes. As a treat. 🔥🔥🔥 Parallel set for Yee-Haw (1x02), The Big Heat (2x12), and Thunderstruck (5x05)

"…everybody has needs." Pairing moments from The Big Heat (2x12) and Thunderstruck (5x05) with Rafael Silva’s Cameo video (courtesy of @carlos-in-glasses)

November

TK, Carlos, and Jonah – with Gwyn and with Enzo Parallel set of still images from Push (3x04) and a Kiddos (5x07) promotional photo. A closer zoom of the Kiddos image can be found here.

“This is great. I’m going to get a good grade in therapy, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve” Incorrect quotes/text post–gif for Carlos in Thunderstruck (5x05)

TK and Carlos moving in sync during couples therapy Thunderstruck (5x05)

Carlos in his troublemaker era, egging on Owen and Enzo Kiddos (5x07)

TK, Carlos, and Jonah at the firehouse Parallel set with scenes from  Push (3x04) and Kiddos (5x07)

“Hi, big brother.” / “Hi, little brother.” TK and Jonah reunited in Kiddos (5x07) A longer version of this gif set can be found here

Just the tiniest bit of slightly different footage from TK's birthday party Kiddos (5x07)

“Who’s gonna take him to dim sum?” || “Who’s gonna hug him?” Parallel set with scenes from In the Unlikely Event of an Emergency (3x08) and The Quiet Ones (5x08)

A microsecond of behind-the-scenes footage from TK's party Kiddos (5x07)

December

TK and Carlos reaching for each other in their sleep Parallel set with scenes from Riddle of the Sphynx (3x13), In Sickness and in Health (4x18), and The Quiet Ones (5x08).

Our loved ones live on through us Parallel set with scenes from In the Unlikely Event of an Emergency (3x08) and Fall From Grace (5x09)

“You were my dad." Flashback set with scenes from Best of Men (4x17), In Sickness and in Health (4x18), and Fall From Grace (5x09)

[fushigurokogane]

~Yuji Itadori Headcannons~

Im pretty sure yall loved my megumi headcannons so I made some for our KIRBYY!! <333

~ Yuji is your biggest cheerleader. Whether you’re dealing with a tough mission or having a bad day, he’ll always be there to hype you up and remind you of how strong and amazing you are

~ Yuji is naturally funny without even trying. His goofy smile and infectious laugh make even the most stressful days feel lighter. He’s constantly cracking jokes, even if it’s at his own expense.

~ Yuji is always looking for snacks, and he’s constantly offering you whatever he's eating. He’ll give you the last piece of cake or the last bite of ramen with a big grin on his face, even if it’s his favorite.

~ Yuji’s love language is definitely touch. He’s always throwing an arm around you, giving you piggyback rides, or pulling you into a tight hug after a long day. He loves to be close to you.

~ While he’s generally laid-back, when you’re in danger or in a tough situation, Yuji switches into full protective mode. He’ll go to any lengths to make sure you’re safe—even if it means putting himself in harm’s way.

~ He’s always down for spontaneous activities. Whether it’s deciding to take a walk, challenge you to a sparring match, or even go on a random road trip, Yuji is the kind of boyfriend who loves to live in the moment and bring excitement to your life.

~ After a long day, Yuji is always looking forward to curling up with you. He’ll make the most random comments, but it’s clear he’s just enjoying the comfort of being close to you. He’ll play with your hair or rest his head on your lap while watching TV.

~ Yuji can be very open and direct with you, sometimes to the point of being hilariously blunt. Whether it’s about his feelings or something random, he’s never afraid to speak his mind.

~ Despite his laid-back personality, Yuji is fiercely protective. If anyone hurts you or threatens you, he’ll immediately step up, no questions asked, to defend you. He’d do anything to keep you safe.

~ Yuji admires your strength and courage. If you’re a sorcerer or just face difficult situations, he’ll encourage you to be your best. He’s the type of boyfriend who never downplays your abilities and wants to see you succeed.

~ Sometimes he’s a bit dense, but he always tries his best to listen when you need to talk about something serious. Yuji might not always know what to say, but his genuine care and patience show that he’s trying to understand and be there for you.

~ From bringing you your favorite drink after a long day to leaving sweet notes in your bag, Yuji loves making you feel special in little ways. He doesn’t need grand gestures to show he cares, because it's the small moments that count.

~ Yuji loves a good competition, whether it's a race, a game, or a casual bet. He'll challenge you to everything, from eating contests to who can do more push-ups, all in good fun, of course.

~ Despite his goofy nature, Yuji can be surprisingly thoughtful when it comes to planning special dates or surprises. He might not be great at romance in the traditional sense, but he’ll put a lot of thought into what would make you happy.

~ Under all the goofiness and bravado, Yuji is incredibly soft-hearted when it comes to you. He might tease you a lot, but his heart belongs to you, and he’s always thinking of ways to make you smile.

~ Yuji respects your independence but is still there when you need him. He’ll give you the space you need, but you always know that he's just a call away if you need him.

~ Yuji deeply values your opinion. He’ll often check in with you to see if you’re proud of him, especially after a difficult task or fight. His ultimate goal is to be someone who can make you smile with pride.

~ When you give him compliments, especially about his looks or strength, he gets a little flustered and tries to hide it with a goofy grin or a funny comment. But deep down, he appreciates every single word.

~ Yuji will do everything he can to help you out of tough spots, whether it’s literally protecting you in battle or just supporting you through difficult emotional moments. He loves feeling like your hero, but he also loves that you don’t need saving.

~ Yuji loves taking pictures together, often snapping silly selfies and making faces. He’ll send them to you throughout the day just to make you smile, and sometimes, the sillier the picture, the better.

HEELLOOO MY LOVVEESS~!! I hope you guys enojoyyedd~ Yuji is literally my spirt animal, that ray of sunshine that keeps me going!! I recently just opened my first blog and i just wanna say THANK YOUU FOR ALL THIS SUPPORT!! My megumi headcannons (my first post) got over 50 notes!! I LOVE YOU ALL SMM <3333 have a great day my loves~ bai baiii!! love, ✭ Nika ✭

[dreamsgazer]

MISFIRED

Tangerine fucks up, Lemon is disappointed, Reader gets hurt. Warnings: rude language, mention of self-consciousness. The reader is implied to be plus-sized, but I kept her as generic as possible. Angsty, but with a fluffy happy ending.

MASTERLIST

Based on my Scout AU (Reader is a Scout, part of a group that usually gathers intel for their assigned assassins professionals).

The hotel room buzzed with low energy, the kind that settles after a long day. Tangerine sat at the small table in the corner of the room, methodically cleaning his pistol, while Lemon flipped through a battered comic on the couch. Where he found it was a mystery, but he seemed enthralled by it, so it was all good.

All of you desperately needed something quiet and pleasant after the headaches this mission was giving you all. You in particular. As a Scout, having no leads or paths weighed heavy on your shoulders. You are lucky that you and the Twins have a work history because if they had to recommend you based on this particular mission, you would be royally fucked.

Sighing, you shut down your laptop, knowing that a reply from one of your sources wouldn't magically appear just because you were staring at the screen without blinking. The guy needed time, and you needed a little break.

Speaking of nice things, Lemon had his comic, Tangerine was maniacally cleaning his gun - a clear sign of "don't fuck with me at the moment, I'm in my safe space" - and you decided to treat yourself to something tasty. Before crashing at this poor excuse of a hotel, Lemon - god bless him - had insisted on buying some supplies, and surely something savoury or sweet slipped into the plastic bag.

You hovered near the kitchenette, quietly rummaging through the bag of snacks you correctly found, movements slow and deliberate. A muffled, delighted sound escaped your lips, finding a pack of vinegar crisps. "Better share those," Lemon called out, shooting you a grin. Tangerine smirked, barely looking up. "Or maybe skip it, eh? Could stand to cut back a bit." The words struck like a hammer. The bag crinkled in your hands as you froze, your back stiffening.

Your forced laugh sounded too tight and too painful. "Guess I'm not that hungry anyway," you murmured, setting the bag aside and blinking quickly, breathing heavily. Without looking at either of the Twins, you made a hasty exit, muttering something about needing some paper you left in your bedroom. The door clicked shut, leaving the room thick with tension.

"Real nice, mate," Lemon said, his voice low and sharp. He lowered his comic and sent his brother a scolding glare. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Still surprised by your reaction and frozen in the middle of his movement, Tangerine frowned, his grip tightening on the cloth in his hand. "What the heck? It was a joke." "Did it sound like she laughed?" Lemon shot back. "Nah, right? Then maybe it wasn't funny." "She knows I didn't mean it like that," Tangerine argued, but there was a hint of doubt creeping into his voice. "The fuck, you two are always fucking around." "Because we know the limits!" his brother sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Tangerine blinked, the weight of Lemon's words sinking in. His mind replayed the moment, and something sharp twisted in his chest. "You're a right bloody idiot," his brother said, voice laced with disappointment. Tangerine frowned, leaning back in his chair. "It was a joke," he repeated mechanically. "It wasn't funny." "She knows I didn't mean it like that," Tangerine shot back more forcefully, though his voice wavered, betraying his doubt. Lemon shook his head, standing. "She doesn't think it's a joke, mate. She thinks you think she's ugly, yeah? That you're embarrassed by her." He paused by the bathroom door, his voice dropping. "And you're too thick to see what's right before you."

You joined them again eventually, talking about a new lead your contact found. Still, your smile didn't reach your eyes, and every word between you and Tangerine felt clipped and careful, like you were navigating a minefield. The next few days passed in a haze of awkward silences and cautious avoidance.

Tangerine was not the most perceptive guy when it came to human interactions. According to Lemon, he was actually the worst. It was good that he was at least an excellent fighter. However, even Tangerine couldn't miss how you no longer reached for snacks when you thought he might see you, how your plate barely had a dent during meals, how awfully quiet around him you were, mostly keeping the conversation work-related. You didn't tell him about a funny thing you saw on TV or the new book you wanted to read. It was all strictly professional, all work-related. Meals together were strained—your portions smaller, your snacks nonexistent.

Each observation landed like a gut punch, and guilt clawed at him in ways he couldn't shake. Lemon’s earlier words gnawed at him like a splinter. He fucked up, and he didn't know what to say or to do. Fuck that shit, Tangerine thought more than once, trying to tell himself it was not a big deal and you'd eventually get over it. He would never admit it to anyone, but the worst part, aside from realizing he had been a true asshole, was that he fucking missed your chats and the easy familiarity you two previously shared. He wasn't one for apologies, but by the third day, he couldn't take it anymore.

That evening, as you sat curled on the couch pretending to read a folder one of your people sent you with details about the target and Lemon was in his bedroom snoring soundly, Tangerine pulled up a chair and dropped into it heavily. You glanced up, startled, but your expression quickly shifted to wary neutrality. "Something wrong?" "Yeah," he said bluntly, running a hand through his hair. "This." "This?" "This," he repeated, gesturing between you. "You, avoiding me. Not eating. Acting like I think you're… like I've got a problem with you." The slight pause didn't last because you didn't move or say anything, and he couldn't bear the silence. "Is this about the shitty joke I made the other day?" he asked, his voice sharper than he intended. "Because if it is, you need to tell me." "It's fine," you muttered tiredly. "I'm over it." "Don't," he snapped more at himself than you, leaning forward. "Don't tell me it's fine when it bloody isn't." Your heart clenched at his words, but you stayed silent, letting him stumble through his thoughts. He murmured something with an angry voice, dragging a hand down his face. "Look, I know I said something stupid. And maybe I've said other stupid things before—I don't bloody know. But I didn't mean it like that. Not the way you've taken it."

Tangerine avoided saying the rest aloud: he wasn't just some random bloke barking an offhand remark—he was someone you trusted, and he'd chipped away at that, albeit by accident. You were part of the team, and he had kicked a trustworthy ally in the face. He would shoot at the small voice, saying he didn't usually have wet dreams about his allies. "I know you didn't mean it; really, it's fine." You interrupted him quickly, desperately wanting to avoid the conversation. Funny, you were usually the one affectionately forcing him to open up a bit. "It's not fine," Tangerine snapped, his frustration bubbling. "Because I can see how much it hurt you. I'm not blind." You flinched at his words, but when you glanced at him, your eyes were kind. Kinder than he deserved. "I didn't think you'd even notice," you said quietly, your voice trembling. "I just…" You hesitated, your voice trembling. "I thought maybe… maybe you think I'm ugly because I'm not the kind of beautiful woman you'd usually…" "Stop," he said, his voice low and almost desperate. "Don't say that. Don't bloody think that. Ever."

When you finally looked up at him, uncertainty came off you in waves. The tentative, almost fragile smile you gave him was so full of gratitude it made his chest ache. You were thanking him—for what? For not thinking you were ugly? For doing the bare minimum trying to apologize for having been an asshole? There wasn't much that could make him feel guilty, but damn if the way you were looking at him didn't do the trick.

He was not a good man; it was laughable notion to think that someone who killed for money would have a regular moral compass. Yet, he prided himself not to be an asshole with innocent people. He could kill in cold blood and fucking go to a club to dance after. He would not even consider not assessing the situation or not answering in kind if provoked, but he was not cruel, in his opinion. He didn't attack without a cause. He doubted you had the same feeling after what he said.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, his voice rough. Bracing his elbows on his knees, Tangerine looked you straight. No excuses this time. "I'm an idiot, alright? I make stupid jokes because I don't know how else to… I don't know. But you—" He stopped, his jaw clenching. "You don't deserve that. Not from me, not from anyone." The air in the room was thick with unspoken words.

The way you smiled so gratefully, like his apology was some rare and unexpected thing you'd learned not to expect, twisted the guilt more profoundly into his chest. He realized then that you hadn't been simply hurt—you were used to being hurt—by men like him, by careless words, cruel laughs, and thoughtless dismissals. Tangerine felt sick. "Don't smile at me like that," he said, his hands curling into fists. "Like I'm some hero for apologizing."

Your brows furrowed, but you nodded, straightening your pose.

"Okay," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Okay," he echoed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he stood abruptly, nodding. "Good. That's good. Now, let's grab some dinner, alright? On me."

"Thank you," you said quietly, the sincerity in your voice cutting through him like a blade.

He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening. "You don't have to thank me," he muttered. "Not for apologizing for being a bloody idiot."

Your lips quirked into a true smile "I was thanking you for the pizza you are going to buy me."

He smirked "You're bossy, you know that?"

"Yeah, well," you replied with a sincere laugh. "Somebody's got to keep you on your toes."

For now, it was enough. But as he looked at you trotting to wake up Lemon and ask him what pizza he'd like, he made a silent promise to himself: he'd do better. He had to.

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Hello my darlings, thanks for reading it! As always, comments, reposts, likes are hugely appreciated!

[entropyvoid]

3.X Speculation and maybe some wishful thinking based on a buncha leaks from the r/honkaistarail_leaks subreddit. So take it with a grain of salt, or maybe a whole shaker, because leaks are by nature questionable, subject to change, and at times simply bullshit. My speculations kind of assume many of the leaks I’ve seen (and linked) to be accurate. If you don’t wanna see Amphoreus leaks or spoilers, scroll on past.

Anyway with that being said I think we might be getting Abundance Dan Heng

So, first off, we’ve been getting some leaks about Dan Heng getting a new form on Amphoreus in 3.X, and that the Chrysos Heir with the Earth coreflame at the very least looks a lot like our boy Daniel. It’s Dan Heng dude, we’re getting earth Dan Heng. Off the bat, it feels a little out of left field, especially since he’s kinda got established powers that are way different from any earth-based abilities, but this sorta lead me down a path of trying to piece together or guess more details.

So like, each Chrysos Heir is essentially a hero that holds the power of a corresponding titan, (full chart of what we know about all of them here,) and though there have been some name changes and tweaks for our brand new shiny space fantasy setting, each one is more of less based off of a titan from Greek mythology. So Georios, the Earth titan, from whom Dan Heng is (probably) getting these cool new powers, is more or less a version of Gaia. A.k.a Mother Earth.

In the silhouette that likely represents DH’s new form, all we can really make out is what looks to be an armored/scaled/clawed(?) hand and an orange glow from the flame he’s holding - probably his coreflame. Each of these mystery silhouettes has a particular color, and earth/geo in hoyo games in the past has always been orange, so to many fans that alone kind of suggests that Earth DH is gonna represent rocks more than plant life, especially since hoyo in the past has drawn a pretty hard separation between the two for characters, with geo and dendro in Genshin, and a lotta people are drawing comparisons between Dan Heng and Zhongli, because like. Something something pretty Chinese earth-flavored dragon man. But I think people forget that Star Rail isn’t Genshin, it doesn’t operate on the same elemental system or play by the same rules, and since Gaia represents both the land itself and all the nature that grows on it, I’d like to throw out the possibility that Georios will be the same way and that Dan Heng’s rocking both rocks and plants. It would also fit in really nicely with his other forms - in his regular 4 star form he’s got wind and maple leaves, and Imbibitor Lunae’s got water and lotuses. He’s kind of got a very nature-y pattern going on already, so that would fit him a lot better than just “oh he’s rock flavored now” would by itself.

To take it a lil further, my speculations on what his path might end up being is based on this count of how many characters we’re getting for each path and what we already know about upcoming characters and their paths:

We can probably safely cross off Destruction and Hunt, since Dan Heng already has versions for each of those, and I highly doubt we’re getting any repeat paths for the same characters, barring an upgrade from 4 to 5 star like Herta, which could technically happen with Hunt, but again, kinda doubt that’s the direction Dan Heng’s being taken since Erudition is very much Herta’s whole entire deal, being an emanator and all, and Dan Heng just ain’t like that. Harmony as well, because Tribbie has already spent that one singular slot (wild after there were so many in Penacony,) and Remembrance, since our roster for that seems to be filled up with Harmony Trailblazer, Aglaea, Castorice, and very likely March. Erudition has one slot taken up by Herta right off the bat, with whisperings of Screwllum possibly finally coming out in later 3.X versions, who was leaked to be Imaginary Erudition long ago, and though it could have been changed in that time, I’m just gonna assume he’ll be that until stated otherwise.

That leaves Nihility, Abundance, Preservation as possible paths for our shiny new Dan Heng. And if I’m placing my bets on one it particular, it’s gotta be Abundance, because:

There’s the whole situation with his previous incarnation/predecessor, Dan Feng’s memories still floating vaguely around in Dan Heng’s head due to the preceptors messing with his reincarnation.

Dan Feng knew healing magic, but Dan Heng doesn’t presently have that ability/know how to pull that off

He’s getting these powers on a planet heavily influenced by the Path of Remembrance, so there’s a strong possibility that something or someone there could more easily draw forth Dan Feng’s memories, and Dan Heng talk about facing his predecessor’s actions head on and not running from them, right around that time he stabbed that one guy. If given the chance to regain Dan Feng’s memories more clearly, I could easily see Dan Heng taking it if it means unraveling what exactly his actions and motives, which would make moving forward and possibly trying to right the aftermath of them a lot easier and more doable.

Doing so could very possibly bring back that healing ability in the process

Abundance would fit with the possible “mother nature”-esque theme in general, and the potential mother nature theme also kinda ties into that whole quest Dan Feng was secretly on to try and find ways to make new Vidyadhara since they can’t reproduce and have a dwindling population.

Maybe help from whatever the hell Georios is + memory recovery will actually give Dan Heng the tools he needs to not just try to make up for Dan Feng’s fuck-ups but also figure out a solution to his species’ infertility without accidentally causing a massacre this time? Idk man it kinda depends on what Dan Heng decides to do, exactly.

It would be neat

[panravenc]

It may be basic, but I will never, ever, not fall head over heels (metaphorically) for the Jedi when, to me, the phrase that defines them the best is: "Jedi cannot help who they are. Their compassion leaves a trail. The Jedi Code is like an itch. He cannot help it."

The way Jedi Order raised force-sensitives to be kind, brave and compassionate; the way Luke in the OT perfectly represents these teachings, even though he struggles and has very little training; the way we're shown, time and time again, that a Jedi's basis for their actions is compassion. They help. They are kind. They do their best despite the circumstances and they are always willing to lend a hand.

They are a group that is purposefully good. Not inherently, not because kind is just "how they are", but they do good on purpose. And after a lifetime of practising that kindness, yes, it rather becomes first-nature, but they often find adversity and strife and still, they offer kindness. When Mace Windu, three years into the Clone Wars, offers the droid army to lay down arms and find something better for themselves; when Obi-Wan, beaten down and ten years after the genocide of the Jedi at the (mind-controlled) hands of the clones, still offers his meagre credits to a trooper he finds struggling on the streets; when Luke finds it in himself to see beyond Darth Vader, who has dealt him much pain, and encounter Anakin, suffering and buried under all his hurt, and offers him kindness; when Yoda explains to the clones that they are all different, offering them individuality and treating them, always, as equals; when Kanan, despite the risk and despite his fear, trains Ezra to the best of his abilities; when Cal forgives Merrin for trying to kill him multiple times, offering a chance for something new the moment Merrin hints at it. And there are many more examples! Kit Fisto, Shaak Ti, Plo Koon, Rey (later in the sequels), are some of the ones we see the most in the more popular works of the Star Wars franchise.

But the one thing you can take away from every Jedi is that they are fundamentally kind. That they are always trying to help. Their Order is built in such a way that it allows them to do so! EduCorps, MediCorps, AgriCorps? How many people, populations or planets depend on help from these Jedi? The KnightCorps, whose task before the war was negotiate for peace, and resolve conflicts, are the leading reason so many people in that Galaxy, Far, Far Away, are safe. The ExploraCorps are out there finding new hyperspace lanes and preserving the ones that are known so that people can travel safely through space. And it comes without profit.

I adore Jedi. And I adore how even though their compassion was their undoing, although their teachings of kindness and peace were used against them at every turn, they never stop caring.

(I could also talk about how I, a nerd myself, would love to be part of a society and community where not only is compassion and kindness the norm, but learning and teaching is also one of the pillars of the Order. Jedi never stop learning, Jedi find it an honour to teach the next generation, and Jedi are all encouraged to keep studying whatever strikes their fancy without having to justify it for monetary reasons or how it would help them in the future. How beautiful it is that learning in and by itself can be revered and encouraged. That there doesn't have to be any more to it.)

(And, another thing - last one, I promise - is how little emphasis they put on romance. You might fall in love. You might want sex. You might not; now, or ever. There is no pressure to find "the one" or even a partner. If you do, great! Be careful not to fall in possessive attitudes, be careful not to let that love overwhelm you. Some might think you are risky, and congratulate you, and some might just congratulate you. But otherwise? The Jedi "are not this crude matter". They are love, but for everyone. The peak of a Jedi's life is Mastery over their self, is their connection to the Force, is having taught a student until they are ready to be out in the world by themselves. But it is not marriage, or falling in love so deeply your behaviour may border on creepy ("I would kill for you" is not a romantic line, guys). Anyways. The little emphasis on romantic or even sexual needs is a comfort, although not my favourite thing of the Jedi).

Tag: @scrimplications, @orchardsong i think you'll enjoy this :)

Tag Game for Jedi Enjoyers

Me scrolling my dash and finding like thirty well structured arguments detailing why the Jedi are good and complaining about people not getting it: …maybe I just need to follow more people but I think maybe we, the people who love the Jedi, have forgotten we’re allowed to actually be joyous about this thing we love, rather than just placing ourselves in constant opposition to people who do not love it. I love a well structured argument probably more than the next guy, but I’ve seen more than one person, myself included, feeling super discouraged and burnt out by it all.

Here’s the rules:

Say one thing—lore, character, headcanon, oc, book recommendations, fics, anything—you love about or involving the Jedi. Explain it in as much or as little detail as you want.

No arguments, no “I hate when people—,” no telling me which Disney show sucks the most.

Tag two or more people you think will enjoy this activity.

[sys-heart-kiddos]

Hiiiiii!

Mod Mox/Riley here alongside regressed host (agere)!

Bc host is only 3 right now I’m their big sibling and we want to talk to other syskids/littles (both agere and sys) we decided to make this post!

You can talk to us any way you wish (except DMs! Through comments, reblogs, or asks!

We’re here to make friends.

[Note; Ves is currently using… they/she pronouns! I’m partially kinshifted so please use he/they for me!]

[comfymoth]

i’m mad this is my most liked post right now so look at my cat instead lol

[a-usernamelol]

YALL KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!!!! MORE SCREENSHOTS FOR EVERYBODY!

Once again bringing up that I’m tired of seeing posts strictly for the female fans of the game. So here he is in all his glory, the absolute (bisexual??) icon of the franchise! Doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or a guy- or in my MCs case- something else, chances are he’s going to try his hand!

HAVE SOME FREE SEBASTIAN BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE❤️ PEACE AND LOVE ON PLANET EARTH

[mellohiizz]

Hi yes hello, is this where people drop their crackships/rarepairs? Can I drop a lifesteal rarepair?

I need people to ship Pentar x Flamefrags. Like, Flame only seems to really care about two people who are Mane, his brother, and Pentar. I feel like you could very much read that like a big fat crush.

Imagine being Flame, deciding to not attach yourself to anything because you want to keep your 'Immortal demon' status, and then out of nowhere, this mario look alike, comes out of nowhere, and you don't know why, but you can't help yourself but give him gifts, appreciate fighting by his side, worry for his safety... Imagine discovering what being in love feels like on lifesteal out of anywhere else, embarassing

I need them to hold hands, and maybe, like, a kiss on the cheeck, or something, and be in love and-

i think that's the same anon that send something for them earlier too. hi, sorry, i saw it, and i almost replied to it, but my tumblr decided to crash and it erased what i wrote.

i honestly really like any ships with flame, because i find the dynamic he brings with the whole immortal demon thing, and this one sounds very interesting, actually. i like it a lot, i'd love to hear more if you ever want to talk about them.

[synonymroll648]

from a vibes perspective, i totally understand why so many people look at keefe and go ‘this guy would be the male equivalent of a wine aunt when he’s older’. 

but. but. 

taking lore into consideration, in my heart, he’s terrified of alcohol (even if he tries really hard to hide it). because. like. his first exposure is almost guaranteed to be through cassius, and cassius canonically threw a glass extremely close to him at least once when he was, like, 8. maybe cassius wasn’t always extra nasty when he was drunk, but there’s gotta be a correlation in keefe’s brain between risking getting seriously hurt (emotionally or physically) and alcohol consumption that’s really hard for him to shake. 

[wildflowercryptid]

something that's been weighing on my mind ever since learning about the situation with ezra / toonimal is seeing how these predators will take the active hostility that is frequently directed towards minors in online spaces to their advantage and use it to prey on vulnerable children. i think that we as adults in online fandom should probably come together and maybe rethink the language / manner we go about interacting with kids bc clearly the way things are rn is causing active harm.

like obviously, if you're an adult and aren't comfortable with minors interacting with you or your content, you should be allowed to set that boundary and should be vocal about it, ( especially if the content you create isn't safe for them to consume. ) but i don't think talking to them like they're a blight on all that is good and holy is the way to go about it. maybe just saying you're an 18 plus account will suffice, you don't have to tell them to fuck off.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Lovely Ari,

What do you think of this dynamic?

Prissy, prickly, grumpy Reader x Suguru? Bonus points if Reader is a little nerd who speaks like a Thesaurus and quotes Sartre without realising it.

AMAZING PERFECT INCREDIBLE LITERALLY UNBEATABLE TBH???????????? anon i am so so SO weak for this dynamic…… when it comes to sugu i think my favorite readers for him are either silly or grumpy :33 i just think it’d be so cute!! and reader being a little nerd is also so sweet…..

i genuinely think suguru would find it so endearing. it’d definitely be a slowburn but i think that’s how he prefers it anyway!! and he’s nothing if not a man who enjoys a good challenge 😤 so at first i think he’d just be really sweet and patient with a grumpy little reader, hoping they’ll eventually warm up to him… the process is enjoyable for him.

buuuuut once he falls for them….. and once they’re in a relationship……. he somehow gets even sweeter. he’d be so perfect for this kind of reader bc again!! he’s just so so patient :((( even if you get all hissy and prickly he just gives you a sweet smile and maybe some space. or a kiss to throw you off <33 i picture all grumpy readers as easily flustered tbh so he would just thrive off of teasing you…. thinks it’s so cute when you get all embarrassed. T_T he’s perfect!! sugu would make a grumpy reader feel so safe and comfortable… to the point where they aren’t nearly as hissy around him as they are with others. and that would just be.. suguru’s favorite thing ever??? the idea of being your safe space. the only person who can calm you down. i think he wants to be that so badly!! it makes him feel so cherished :33

.. also tbh . i think…. cult leader!geto would eat this up……….. like any kind of sugu would love it but i picture him specifically as unbelievably smitten and endlessly patient and maybe a bit of a masochist so it’s just really funny to me. imagine reader being all >:c bc he had to cancel their date to do Cult Things and he’s behind them like ^_^ …. apologizing and stuff but he just thinks you’re so cute. the Cutest. worships the ground you walk on. doesn’t mind if you curse him out bc he knows you’ll soften up eventually and that melts his heart down to the marrow. he loves it when you’re grumpy and a little mean and he loves it even more when you suddenly get shy and crave his attention. (he makes me feel ill actually)

[basu-shokikita]

maybe i have not seen the content people complain about but when i see talks about the fandom infantilizing toki i'm confused cause like...didn't canon start that...with every passing season toki become more and more child-like until age regression was essentially confirmed in aotd...