#topic: relationships

[onepiece-oc-archives]

How would an oc and their love interest find little moments for themselves on a crowded pirate ship? I recently read the men share their sleeping quarters and the women do to (Oda said so), so where would they actually be alone with theit significant other?

Hi! Oh boy, the privacy problem...

I'd say it really depends on what ship we're on. On some ships, some people might have their on work spaces or even their own rooms and be able to have some time for themselves there. Mostly, there would be shared sleeping quarters though, so having your own room would be rare. This is all assuming that your OC and their significant other weren't already together when the ship was being built and that they had no say in how the ship would be built, because otherwise they probably could have requested a room for themselves.

So, work spaces! If your OC or their love interest is a doctor, Sick Bay might be an option! A cartographer might have their own room to be able to work in peace, so that could be an option. Same goes for journallers and the like. Depending on the layout of the ship, perhaps the kitchen or pantry? There might be a carpenter's/shipwright's workshop that's closed off?

Generally though - and this also applies to the Going Merry, the small ship that it is - my best suggestions would be supply closets and storage areas. In any case, door locks are your best friend. Maybe a crow's nest could also do the trick.

In any case, you'll probably have better chances at nighttime, because most people will be asleep! Your OC and their significant other could do the night watch together. Or you wait until the ship docks somewhere and everyone else is out exploring the town.

Hope this helped!

[tayfabe75]

"You have to pride everything on its own merits. I think that to have an almost like a moral position, or like a freedom-of-speech-esque kind of position on interpersonal relationships which are so dynamic and kind of emotional, which is a realm that isn't, you know, that objective, and I don't think should be kind of judged in the way that you could legislate. So for me, yeah, I think that art is great - like this great, this is all fucking cool - but if it hurts people… It's like the Burroughs thing, you know, like when he shot his wife. Like yeah, the lore is great and it makes Burroughs more interesting, but I'd rather her have lived than had cool books for me to read. And I'd rather people and children be like, happy."

March 2023: Matty expresses his disinterest in pushing moral boundaries for the sake of art. (published July 30) (source)

[batmanadvice]

hai batman, i was wondeing what i should do about this situation with my partner, i feel stupid for being ao upset about it but idk i feel justified? my partners phone keeps dying while were on call and ive explicitly told her multiple times it makes me upset and to stop and she hasnt, shes also now coming up with excuses and idk it just makes me split so bad and i dont know what to do :(

Hi anon,

Advice and resources below the cut

It’s important to remember that splits can occur due to any reason, or no reason at all, and it is not your fault. Although it can be hard since you are feeling or acting irrationally at this time, it’s important to ground yourself and prioritise your safety. It may be useful to take some space from your partner to avoid lashing out, but it’s important to communicate why you are taking some time to avoid a miscommunication.

When you are calm and able to communicate rationally, try and have an open discussion. I assume from your mention of splitting that you have bpd. It can be really tough to deal with feelings of abandonment over things that seem small and insignificant to others.

Try and communicate your feelings through expression of cause and emotion. Focus on how your partner’s actions make you feel, without being accusatory. For example ‘when your phone dies when we are on call, it makes me feel upset and anxious because I struggle with fears of abandonment’. Try and be honest without being resentful.

It’s important to listen to your partner. Due to the emotional response it may be a case of overthinking, and your partner may struggle to remember to put their phone on charge, or may have underestimated how much it is affecting you. Try and suggest compromises, such as calling them while their phone is charging, reminding them to check their phone battery throughout the call, or setting up reminders on their phone to show up automatically.

Be honest, be open, be rational. If your partner is caring they will empathise with your point of view and you can come to an understanding with each other. Good relationships are built on trust and a willingness to listen.

I wish you good luck.

[arttsuka]

People need to stop blaming 'parasocial relationships' when it's revealed to the public that a famous person has done something controversial (or even a crime) and the public is upset. 'I can't believe xxx did that!' doesn't always mean that the person who said it has a parasocial relationship with xxx. Usually it's just our faith in humanity, we want to believe that everyone has some basic human decency (especially someone we might admire) and it's only natural to be disappointed when we learn they're a bad person.

[te4k3ttle]

My wonderful baby niece

[nhura]

Life is too short.

[ my art ] [ twitter ]

(detail + ratio rambling under the cut >_>)

This is one of those "I need a break between my ten other illustrations, let me do a lil sketchy sketch :D" that got too ambitious etc. etc. I never want to see the color red again" moments. BUT!

I really, really like to explore Ratio's viscerality and what's happening between his brain and his nerves, like... all of this thorough control and discipline and he still has to breathe and react to himself and his surroundings, you know? His accomplishments are insane for "his age"* but he's going to run out of "age" at some point! His ambitions are so far reaching that he's not worried about getting doctorate degree Number Nine! Rather, his efforts are pointed outwards, into the universe, for the universe. As you know.

Speaking of his degrees, I had a half thought a while ago that we've seen him with two types of laurel pins.

One is him in his suuuuuper cute mother goose avatar (three leaves) and the other is the hat he's wearing everywhere else (eight leaves).

The thought was, "Aww, what if they're like commemorative pins counting the number of his degrees or whatever :)". Literally only because there's eight in the current one. This is kind of silly because then you'd HAVE to have an obscene number of degrees even for a normal person for your leaf pin to start looking like a laurel in the first place so scratch that BUT it's cute to think that it's still academic regalia. Something something I work in higher ed myself and it's like... it's like that.

The university goldsmith appreciates the job security.

I REMEMBER WHY I BROUGHT THAT UP. FOLLOWING the fantasy where more leaves = more knowledge!, in summary, even though Ratio seems to be a little beyond trying to get a prize every time he learns something now. But he does want to Keep Going. He can only Keep Going.

So I drew him in a bathtub full of an uncountable amount of gold leaves looking at the camera with an indescribable expression born from a hunger that will never be satiated lol DETAIL SHOT!

*Referenced only vaguely in a comment in the context of astonishment, but it could have easily have been "woah he's accomplished so much for his age (young)" as it could be "woah he looks good for his age (older)". There is no canon age and even then, reconciling standardized system time versus planetary time versus "does his particular breed of lizard human have the same lifespan as tumblr user nhura?" is a losing game for everyone involved! Here's what I think: I think he started going grey in his early twenties, whatever that means in spacefantasygame, and that that's very cute on him.

Do YOU think Ratio would be tempted by immortality???? Or would he MIND HIS BUSINESS

[atelierlili]

I always wondered why Katniss factored marriage and children into the equation when it came to reciprocating Peeta’s feelings for her. It’s a rather large leap, especially when Peeta himself never expresses wanting children at any point in the story. He uses children as a tool to persuade Katniss and the Capital to save her life, but the only time we see him express any desire/feelings of having one of his own is when he’s crying after the baby bomb. But we never hear his real thoughts.

But you wanna know who does express wanting children? Gale.

It’s one of the first thing he mentions in chapter one. And it pisses her off so much.

(I also want to add that Gale reframes/establishes the dynamic of Katniss and him caring for their siblings from something that is sibling-sibling to parent-sibling. And he is not wrong. Katniss doesn’t refute him. Both Katniss and Gale are surrogate parents to their siblings. Which is also why Katniss love and affection of Prim, is not just sisterly. I’ve seen people say Katniss is only sisterly to Prim- but she’s not. She’s parentified their relationship to the point she subconsciously see Prim as her child, which makes this a tragedy because she’ll loose her first child no matter what she does by the end of the story.)

But Gale’s phrasing here elevates himself as a potential suitor to Katniss by placing them both as the parental roles to these children. (Which irritates her a lot ). Which is why she brings the topic up with her relationship with Peeta. Because she’s subconsciously aware of Gale’s efforts and knows it will be a point of contention between them. It hangs over her head in a way.

With Gale, children are extra mouths to feed. (But Gale will do fine. He can work. He can hunt.) It’s all framed with calculated survival in mind. But it’s also not something she had planned in the future at any point.

But Peeta’s children? Oh they deserve to be born because Peeta deserves to be a father. He would be such a good father. They deserve to exist in a world where they can be safe and happy. (Even if it’s not with her.)

This is also why I think she subconsciously sees Peeta’s baby as her own. And I don’t think of it as a cruel/heartless thing, it’s just you’d be more protective of your own child compared to someone else’s. Katniss sees Gale as a reliable person who’s equipped to look after a kid. She doesn’t express the same kind of maternal instinct/yearning for the Baby Hawthrone’s safety as she does with the idea of Baby Mellark, because she doesn’t think of Gale’s child as her own. She never hopes for a better future for them, but she does with Peeta because he and that baby gives her hope. And she loves him that much.

[ruporas]

drank too much

[ID: Digital Art of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash’s body is turned slightly away from the viewer as he holds a staggering Wolfwood by his shoulder. He has one foot ahead of the other, the foot in the back used to stabilize himself from tipping over. Wolfwood is tethering into Vash, his weight pressed into him with his arms wrapped around Vash’s waist and his face is hidden away as he leans against Vash’s shoulder. Vash’s expression can be seen, his eyes wide and mouth tight-lipped, and his face is flushed red. A speech bubble comes out from Wolfwood, saying a drawled “Spikeyyy...”. The background are desaturated pastels of blue and green, showing night time, as they stand in the middle of an empty street that is also lit by the moon not depicted. Yellow light is seen coming from the inside of a saloon. End ID]

[katabay]

desmond & friends modern day assassin sequences…..I miss you……..

[erinwantstowrite]

Would you mind elaborating on what you mean by having to edit Stephs relationship with the bats in the fic?

before i read more about her character i assumed she had a more sibling relationship to the Bats and her mentorship with Bruce was different/more parental. i even had one of them refer to her as a sister or vice versa? but i know better now and went back and changed it. though she does comment that dick is like a brother to her i see it more as being good friends with your friend's/ex's/new partner's sibling, if that makes sense. i made a post a while back to clear up the miscommunication with the change but it has been a while

[onepiece-oc-archives]

Would you have to find a reason to write a Luffy x OC ship since Luffy clearly is not interested in romance in canon? Is it right to write it anyway? Should it be explained why he suddenly is more interested in romance? i've only read short stories so far where it wasn't adressed.

Hey, thanks for your ask! Once again, I apologize for the late response. Let's hope that uni is nicer to me in the future.

Short answer: Fanfic is fanfic and you can do whatever you want. You can address it or not address it, you can headcanon him as more aro or less aro - whatever you want. In the end, it's your story to write.

Slightly longer answer: It really all depends on your interpretation of the character. But even if Luffy isn't really interested in romance in your eyes at all, he could still be interested in having a relationship. What we in society see as inherently romantic or platonic is absolutely arbitrary and has changed a lot over the course of history, so defining what counts as romantic really doesn't make a lot of sense. And Luffy especially probably wouldn't care, just like how he doesn't care about personal space.

So, to put this into a single sentence: Luffy being uninterested in romance doesn't mean he can't be in a relationship, and you don't have to justify yourself towards others on what your personal interpretation of a character is.

Hope this helped! Have a lovely day <3

[tayfabe75]

"I really enjoy hearing what's going on in your life. Like, I really appreciate the fact that, for ten years, you know, I've been writing songs about my life and sharing them with you. And now you feel comfortable sharing your life with me, too. I'm really happy about it, so thank you! So when I read your letters or your messages or your comments, or... you know, things that you write to me, it um... it makes me happy, or it makes me think. A lot of the time it makes me think because you'll tell me what's going on with you, like um, what's going on with you and your friends, or um, what's going on with your love life, and more often than not, I get asked questions about like, 'What should I do in this relationship scenario?' Which, I feel like is probably because I've had a tendency to write songs about relationship-based things. Occasionally. Occasionally I have done that. And so, you know, a lot of the time, most recently, I get, you know, letters or... you'll say this to me in person, or comments, and most of the time, I feel like what most people are dealing with in their love lives is just the complicated nature of how, you know, you text someone and then they don't text you back for two hours and what does that mean? And then you feel like you're getting mixed signals and like, they followed you on Instagram, but does that mean that they like you? And then... but they also liked this other girl's picture, so what does that mean? But then they liked your selfie last week, so what's that? Um... or, you're with someone and you want to be with them and you know that they're into you, but they haven't committed or defined the relationship and you're like, 'I don't want to ask the question, but what's going on here?' Has that ever happened to anyone here? So here's the thing. I have no idea how to fix any of these issues but I will tell you that I think you're amazing and I think that you deserve to be committed to and I think that you deserve for someone to be sure that they want to be with you. That's all I'm going to say. Just my opinion. I don't really like grey areas. I don't really like when people say 'I don't know', when it's a basic yes or no question. Do you want to be with me? Yes or no is the answer. And I tend to think that, you know, relationships are much less complicated than we make them if we simplify it to two basic options. Would you like to hear the two basic options, Boston? Okay. I think that your two real decisions and your two real options in a relationship are: you either leave or stay."

July 25, 2015: Taylor gives a speech about commitment before performing 'All You Had to Do Was Stay' at the Gillette Stadium in Foxborough, Massachusetts. (source)

[nenan]

First ever gay couple (Melinda Angel and Danika Marquez) to get married in Curaçao on July 27th 2024, after the official legalization of same-sex marriage on July 12th 2024.

[autisticakaashitruther]

Jealous Hinata Shoyo you're so real to me

[madrevolting]

[gingermintpepper]

“Your hair’s gotten longer.” 

It’s conscious effort that keeps him from tucking the strands behind his ear, from taking the knife at his hip and shearing it all off. He keeps his stance focused, attentive, there’s little else he can do when he’s taken so completely after his mother when it comes to his hair. His father scratches his chin, the clouds of his beard snaking about his finger like mist parting for mountain-peaks. Ares’ chin is still child-smooth. He can feel the tickle of his over-long fringe against his soft jaw. There’s no heart in his chest, but still he feels as though a pulse is lodged in his throat. 

Father sighs, put-upon, disappointed, and Ares feels a slight tremor start in his calves from holding himself so tense. “Well done, Ares. Go clean yourself up and get some rest. Phoebus will want to look you over later.” 

He should be ecstatic to be praised by his father. Over-the-moon with joy. There should be pride emanating from every pore of his body, the blood on his skin should be sweeter than ambrosia. 

Instead, he bows, manages a soft ‘thank you, Father’ around the lump in his throat and immediately flees the room. A mild ‘make sure to trim your hair’ hits the back of his head like a spear through the skull. He almost wishes the great door had slammed on his foot so he would have reason to feel this horrid in his retreat.  

Phoebus Apollo is waiting for him in his infirmary. 

He’s gilded as ever, gold from crown to heel. Perfect like the statues they carve of him in his temples. He has a smile for Ares when he sees him, a crinkle at the edges of his pretty eyes from the weight of his joy. Ares is waiting to see the crack in the marble, to see if that’s the chip that’ll reveal his fangs.

“Brother,” he greets, and his voice is warm - like the arms that embrace him, his voice is so warm, “Welcome back. I’ve heard you’ve done well.”  

There’s a tremble in Ares’ fingers he hadn’t noticed before. Strain from carrying his sword for so many days, a throb from wounds he hadn’t noticed he’d accrued. “Heard? There’s already gossip?” 

Phoebus blinks, disarming, demure, coquettish, “But of course,” and Phoebus’ voice is honey to Ares’ gravel, the juxtaposition is grating on his skin, “It’s Olympus. The gossip began long before you set your course.” Those warm hands lead him further into the room, bodily sits him on the chaise, pulls his helmet from his head. It’s all one, unbroken motion, “It’s summer alas, so I could not watch your war myself, but I hear it was quite the decisive victory.” 

A thousand thoughts run on horseback through his mind then. 

Did Father overhear some terrible slander that pre-emptively disappointed him? Was Ares’ victory merely a rumour, a bet his father hadn’t bothered to take? Was the gossip more enticing than the stark truth? That Ares wasn’t some child toddling about in the shadow of his sister, that his sword and spear weren’t merely for show - he’d think such a thing would warrant celebration. Not -

“Oh my,” Phoebus is in front of him, pleasant warmth more sticky heat with how close he’s pressed himself into Ares’ space. From this angle, Ares can see the multi-coloured flecks of his eyes, like shards of golden glass suspended in ichor. From this angle, with his hand so gently holding his hair, were Ares to blink too hard, he’d swear Phoebus looked just like his mother. “Your hair’s grown long again.” 

He pushes Phoebus off with such force that he bangs into the wall. It’s Phoebus, it won’t make even the impression of a scratch on him, but Ares wishes it would. Wishes he’d hit his shoulder or crack his neck or hit his head just hard enough for all that perfect, gilded gold to bleed. 

“I’m only here for you to heal me,” the tremble in his hand extends to his shoulder now. He flexes and unflexes his palm. Gods what he would give to just have a sword - “Don’t waste time with the pleasant-work.” 

Phoebus huffs, adjusts the fit of his himation, “...Only because we’re meant to be celebrating your victory.” He crosses the room in two great strides, his hair a swirling tempest behind him as he gathers his poultices and wraps. “The only reason I’ll not throw you from the window is because we are meant to be celebrating your victory.”  

There’s not enough acid in his tone for this to truly be a fight. Ares’ jaw clenches, he bites out a terse, “How benevolent.” 

“Aren’t I?” He’s got nectar and his sutures in hand, that focused look falling upon his face when he switches from overbearing busybody to Paeon of the Gods. “Now strip unfaltering Ares, let us see the measure of damage done to your indomitable flesh.” 

(Somewhere between the fifth set of stitches and the gentle frown that crosses Phoebus’ face when he notices the persistent tremble in his fingers, Ares pins his eyes to the far wall and asks, “What does it mean when Father says ‘well done’?” 

Any other sibling would mock before they gave a true response. Any other sibling would laugh and dismiss it, would say that praise is praise and any lingering ill feeling is just the worst of the war still fogging his mind. Phoebus does not answer immediately. He doesn’t make a single sound. The question settles like fetid water between them, unignorable, the scent right there on the tip of the tongue yet firmly unacknowledged. Ares closes his eyes and tries again to settle his squirming so he does not interfere with Phoebus’ work.  The metallic snip of scissors cutting thread breaks the silence. Phoebus bids him to sit up and slides his warm palms up his back until his fingers tangle gently in the ends of his hair. He twists the dark red strands until he’s gathered it all into a neat handful, holding it loosely as he switches his scissors for his shearing blade. “You should know it was not praise,” Phoebus says softly. The first of Ares cut hairs fall like viscera from his head. Phoebus treats each cutting with the sacredness of a blood-sacrifice. If he focused on the moment of tension right before the blade cuts though, Ares thinks he can imagine the agony of his sister’s sacred birth. “It is acknowledgement. Father thinks you’ve done well so he says ‘well done’.”

Gently, Phoebus releases him. Ruffles his head so all the extra hairs fall like red rain to the floor. Ares runs his fingers through the ends now curling against his ear. “Has he ever told you ‘well done’?” 

A laugh, warm and gilded, “No, and it would not make you feel better if he had.” 

Ares swallows down a thousand different questions. Phoebus wouldn’t answer them, he’s infuriating like that. Instead, he clenches his teeth, the phantom of Father’s dizzying tangle of grey cloud-hairs persistent in the corner of his eyes. “Cut it shorter.”

Phoebus doesn’t protest. He never seems to say a word when it really matters.)