#we all miss our muscle bunny

[jmdbjk]

Leave him alone.

Don’t come in my asks and drag the members. Especially Jungkook. 

I’ve been thinking about Jungkook a lot lately, I suppose because he has been absent. Like you, I’m wondering what he’s been up to. And in the last day or so with Calvin Klein trending and the excitement over a possible new partnership with them, has just kept Jungkook in the front of my mind even more. 

This JKxCK thing is not just a fantasy of wanting to see him half naked but it’s the excitement that he’s possibly found a fashion designer that suits his mood, his sense of style and matches his creativeness. 

Calvin Klein is a classic American designer usually noted for elegant clean lines and understated design and I can see JK pulling that off really well. Calvin Klein is known to be “every-mans clothing” because of the accessibility and is easy for regular people to wear. All values that seem to align with JK’s unassuming sense of self. 

Something else Calvin Klein is famous for are their underwear campaigns. If Jungkook chooses to show us some skin well yay for us! And if he doesn’t, that’s fine too. However, I am certainly not expecting a full blown CK underwear campaign starring Jungkook of BTS. Except there was this, remember?

And to say Jungkook doesn’t know what he’s doing because “why would he choose Calvin Klein over Givenchy, Gucci, Versace or some other European brand?” Well, we really don’t know if he’s actually chosen Calvin Klein yet. Nothing is formal yet, there’s not been any announcement so, for all we know, it still may not be true. 

But to say he doesn’t know what he’s doing is just evidence you are not paying attention to Jungkook. 

His brother owns a clothing company. Jungkook was involved in the company until a few years ago when he had to step down because some assholes tried to make it look like he was backhandedly promoting his brother’s brand. This was proven to be unjustified accusations.

Graffitionmind’s style is very similar to the things we usually see Jungkook wearing: easy-fitting unisex pieces with or without simple graphics. I’m sure he had a hand in developing some of the designs because his Artist Made Merch zip up hoodie had a similar feel.

Jungkook is smart, he is kind and polite, he’s not the loud attention seeking type, he’s not going to cause a scene, he’s going to quietly work and everything he does will be superlative because he is very talented but he is also very modest. Many of these qualities are the same ones that we find in Jimin. As far as we know, Jungkook’s doing his thing and being creative and making his own decisions.

For the other Anon in my inbox saying that Jungkook needs to stand up for he and Jimin’s relationship, and this idea you are putting forth that Jungkook is some kind of person that he really isn’t? Spineless? Weak? Unemotional? A pushover? Anon, you haven’t been paying attention. I think that NOT acknowledging the ridiculousness online shows a lot of restraint and maturity. Totally ignoring it is a sign of him not wasting time on things that don’t matter in the big scheme of things. 

Why can’t he even just hit that little heart on Jimin’s posts? Boo, just because you want it ain’t gonna make it happen. Stop keeping score. Get over it. Jimin’s Instagram posts are work. Jungkook’s Instagram posts are work. Just because they don’t hit that little heart on each other’s work on social media doesn’t mean there’s trouble in paradise...

Knee-jerk reacting to everything people say on the internet is an exercise in futility. Is all the ranting online the reason we don’t see Jungkook or Jimin online anymore? Could be, because why do they wanna subject themselves to that kind of lunacy? They know what their truth is and don’t have to prove it to anybody. 

Another frustrated anon... I know it can be frustrating when you want someone to speak up and tell everybody they’re wrong about something you feel strongly about or care a lot about and I understand you feel helpless and you want to help them. You want Jungkook and Jimin to come out and say everything’s fine. But we just have to trust them. Every time we see them they look fine. Are they as loud as they have been in the past? No. Look at what circumstances they are faced with now, things are different now than they were then, there’s a lot more expectation of them these days. Things have happened in the past 3 years. BTS is bigger than ever. And now they’re about to be faced with enlistment.

We see them on Welive, Run BTS, Bangtan bombs and episodes. Nothing’s changed. There are obvious signs if you just look. Gravitating to each other, always hanging back together. The way they talk to each other. 

Just because you want them to shout it out louder doesn’t mean they need to or even should, in order to satisfy your own insecurity. 

Like other bloggers, I feel like I am repeating things over and over. 

I realize some of this frustration/anger/insecurity comes from Tae recently mentioning Jungkook‘s name during his last live. But Jimin mentions Jungkook’s name too. I’m sure the cult vilifies Jimin because of it, so what’s the point in getting upset over it? If you are only in it for the shipping, you will end up disappointed because Jimin and Jungkook are real human beings, not characters in a fanfiction. Learn to curate your timeline to rid yourself of drama.

Maybe JK really was playing games with Tae and his friends, and, so what? it was obvious that they were online gaming... you could hear them through the speakers, and then Tae said in the interest of not hearing any of them curse because they made a mistake in the game, he went and turned the volume off. I don’t see what that has to do with Jimin and Jungkook though. If Jin wasn’t away in the army, he could have been part of their gaming group as well, and before he went, maybe he was!... WHO KNOWS!

I know everyone seems concerned about Jimin and Jungkook because we don’t see what’s happening and again I want to say we need to trust them. The fretting is getting out of hand. 

The anon who is obsessed with Jimin living alone, being single... stop ... this apartment of Jungkook’s where he’s been doing his lives ... maybe he does live there… some of the time. 

I understand many of your points of view originate from a more traditional mindset where couples live together, are seen together, are very publicly affectionate or do/say things that make it obvious they are together.

I’m still a vastly different thinker from many of you when it comes to Jimin and Jungkook in that they could be together and not live together. Their living situation and their lifestyle is not what we would customarily think of how people who might be sleeping together would behave. I really and truly would not be surprised to learn that they maintain separate residences. I will not be surprised to learn that the ones that we think they live in are not the ones where they actually live. 

Yet I think there’s a very good chance that if they don’t actually live together, they still spend quite a lot of time together, and not just at work, because you can’t know the details of all the popular culture things they mention all the time without familiarity. These two probably do not spend hours texting each other details about TV shows and memes and what not. Who has time for that? They certainly don’t. They watch these things and see these things sitting next to each other (together, bam) how else could they be on the same wavelength in so many instances when it comes to details they think are funny? They have too many inside jokes that imply they spend A LOT of time together.

Tying this in with Tae’s online gaming session... Jimin has said things about Jungkook’s gaming habits... he knows about them because he’s sitting nearby while Jungkook is gaming. 

But why would they maintain two residences if they are together? Think about that... think about the society they live in... think about the circumstances surrounding them... they are global entertainment superstars. Cameras are pointed at them at all times. If they were to be spotted on the street, the cameras will fly out of peoples’ pockets just so they can get some sort of proof that they saw world famous BTS. I reiterate! Jimin and Jungkook are not like us! 

But why does Jungkook go out to eat so often by himself and we know about it? Boo, dude’s gotta eat and believe me, instant ramen everyday ain’t it sometimes. What are you expecting them to do? Pop out to the Outback Steakhouse every Friday night for date night? Jimin AND Jungkook together? Be real. Jungkook isn’t stupid. 

Why does Jimin talk about going home and not having anything to eat,��he must be single. Does it need to be said out loud that couples who both work high pressure jobs commonly find themselves in a situation where one of them works late, comes home and has to fend for themselves or your partner is on a business trip or working long hours and you have to stay at home and figure out what to eat by yourself? Or they are both busy working on their solo endeavors and see each other when they can! Please, people, think beyond your own little world. 

At this point in time and yes, I’m gonna say it, with military service looming, they aren’t gonna flaunt what might be happening between them. I beg you, please employ some critical thinking skills. They are very much keeping anything on the down low. 

Y’all made me rant today. One too many pokes in the wrong way made me ramble and jesus, so many words came out! 

Jungkook is out there sculpting his body for some artsy-fartsy thirsty underwear pics, riding his Harley to and from work, in his Calvin Klein jeans and ponytail. And you want to nitpick Instagram likes?!? LEAVE HIM ALONE!

[dira333]

Date Nights - Aizawa Shouta

From the Date Night Series - Tagging @alienaiver

Edit: You need to have this visual while reading

1.

“Are you ready to go?”

Shouta looks up from his desk. He’d been so close to resting his head on it, to giving his tired eyes some much-needed rest. 

Your smile is warm and inviting. And it makes something tingle in the back of his brain, something he’d been trying to remember all week.

“Oh no,” he groans softly, “I forgot our date.”

Your smile doesn’t falter.

“I heard about your day from Hizashi,” your voice does not carry any resentment yet his heart is thundering in his chest. 

God, he’d been so anxious about it, had been pondering where to go and what to do for hours, how could he forget?

“Let me just get a coffee real quick and we’ll be good to go,” Shouta insists. He’ll also need at least five minutes in a bathroom and a spare change of clothes. He knows he looks more like a homeless person than anything else right now and he probably smells like it too.

“No need,” you wave him off. His heart stutters to a halt. 

Please don’t cancel, Shouta thinks, just as you reach out and take his hand. Your fingers are warm against his own cold ones, bad circulation be damned.

“I asked you out, so of course I planned the date. Come on, we don’t want to miss anything.”

“But coffee-” He manages, his heart pitter-pattering away as he follows you down the hallways of the school.

They are deserted, thankfully. As much as he loves the feel of your hand in his, he couldn’t bear it if anyone saw. 

Your car is a lime-green monstrosity. You smile sheepishly when he stares at it.

“I like bright colors,” you shrug, “And I’ve never lost my car in a car park since I’ve bought it.”

He can’t argue against that. The seats are soft and he can feel himself slipping, almost falling asleep against the window. When he jerks away, adamant to at least look awake if he’s not looking like much else, he finds your hand resting on his knee. His mouth runs dry. Can he? Is he supposed to? 

He puts his hand on yours and you turn to smile at him before looking back at the road. 

It’s a quiet ride. Somewhere in the organized chaos of his brain, he jots down that you don’t listen to music while you drive. It’s a welcome change from sharing rides with Hizashi.

“We’re here.” You park in front of an apartment complex. “Come on up.”

Your keys jingle in your hand as you walk in front of him, up the stairs and down a hallway. You open the door that has your name on it.

His heart thunders traitorously. Did you bring him to your place for your first date? Why?

His mouth won’t let him form words, so he follows you silently, his mind racing ahead. 

It’s only when he’s slipped out of his shoes and pulled on the bunny slippers you’ve placed for him, that he makes sene of what’s going on. 

In the middle of your living room is a fort of pillows and blankets, big enough to house All Might in his muscle form if he wanted to.

Shouta stops and stares. You do flourish your arms. “Tada! Do you want something to drink first? I thought it was a good idea because you honestly always look like you don’t get enough rest and it’s important to take care of each other’s needs in a relationship and I asked you out so-” 

It’s the first time he’s heard you rambling today and the familiar sound soothes his nerves a little. At least you’re nervous too.

He steps forward, boldened by your own actions, and kisses you.

You sink into it right away, arms thrown around him to pull him even closer.

When you pull back first, he can’t help but chase after you, to sink further into your embrace as you giggle with your face pressed against his neck.

“I’ll make you something to drink, okay?” You whisper, face still hidden away. “Make yourself comfortable.”

He wakes up hours later, throat perched, head in your lap.

You’re reading something on a tablet, one hand free to drag itself through his hair in a motion that could put him back to sleep again.

“So, about a second date…” You ask when you stop at his place in the morning so that he can get a fresh set of clothes before work. You’re not looking at him but your hands are squeezing the steering wheel, telling him how nervous you are.

He leans over and kisses you, pouring all his feelings into the gesture.

“There’s a bookstore in my neighborhood,” he offers, “We could go there after school. Today shouldn’t be as draining and even if, I want to go with you.”

Your smile could light up the world. It certainly lights up his.

-

2.

“Ready to go?” Shouta’s patting himself down as he asks. He’s got his keyes, his pain medication, his phone is fully charged and his wallet’s there too.

You’re still on the Couch, petting Muffin. The old tabby is purring so loud he can hear it from the entryway. 

“For what?” You ask, a little distracted by Muffin trying to chew on your fingertips.

“We’ve got a Date, honey. Why did you think Deku picked up Eri?”

“Because he wants to spend time with her?” You pull Muffin from your lap and deposit her on a pillow, kissing her head when she mews.

You yawn as you walk over, don’t cover your mouth in favor of brushing the pet hair from your legs.

“What kind of date?” You ask as you pull close and kiss him, snuggle into his embrace.

“There’s this new Bookshop a few blocks down. I walked past it a few times when I went to the park with Eri and it looked promising.”

“Really?” You furrow your brows. “How do I not know about it? I’ve never seen one when I go to the park with her.”

“That’s because we take a different route. More cats, less foot traffic.” He kisses your cheek and pushes you toward the bedroom. 

“Five minutes, you need a different sweater. I won’t go out with you looking like this.”

You stick your tongue out at him, but comply. 

When you come back, he can’t help the laugh bubbling in his throat. You’re wearing a Ganriki Neko sweater in purple and turquoise over a purple skirt and turquoise tights, an outfit he’s seen last at one of Hizashi’s costume parties.

“How do I look?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Like I need sunglasses to take you in,” He jokes.

The walk to the bookstore is short and quiet. You’ve been distracted lately, 

Maybe it’s the new Class you’ve got or Eri’s recurring nightmares, but he’d been planning a date like this for a while now. Taking a break just hasn’t gotten easier now that they’re parents.

“Pspsps,” He leans down to feed a snack to the little black kitten that Eri has fallen in love with. It’s well groomed and clearly belongs to someone, but it loves coming over to say hi.

-

“I’ll get us some drinks,” Shouta declares the moment you step into the store. It’s lovely, not entirely rebuilt, but rather renovated, giving the old, darkened wood some new life. 

You nod and wander around, peeking at the shelves in search of something that tickles your interest. He finds you in the non-fiction aisle not much later, deeply invested in a cookbook.

“This has everything,” you explain. “How to eat during your pregnancy or if you want to increase the chances as well as how to feed children of different ages.”

“Okay? How are the recipes though? We’ve got plenty of cookbooks at home we don’t use.”

“True,” you grumble. It’s your least favorite thing about him, how he tends to stop you from impulse buying. He offers you your drink before you can dwell on that any longer.

“For you, sugar with a side of coffee.”

“Har Har.” You mock laugh before taking a sip of the concoction, furrowing your brows a little. “It tastes a little off,” you claim. “Did you ask for something from the menu?”

“No, I gave them your special recipe. Sorry, do you want something different?”

“No, it’s fine. They probably made it for the first time this way.” You take another sip and your brows relax. “I’m just a little weird today.”

“I’m a little weird everyday,” he offers and you lean into him, heavy, warm and familiar.

“Let’s take a look around, shall we?” He grabs your free hand with his, swings them around as he pulls you forward. There’s plenty to see and soon enough, his arms grow loaded with books. The newest edition of the manga Hitoshi reads, a signed biography of a Hero Hizashi’s still very enthusiastic about, bookmarks and a little Neko Nightlight for Eri, the list goes on.

“I need to sit down for a bit,” Shouta exclaims when you turn back towards the non-fiction again. “You can find me at the children’s books.”

“Okay.” You get on your tiptoes and kiss his stubble. “I won’t take long.”

-

Shouta’s halfway through a book about a little mole looking for a home when you come back. He’s accustomed to the sound of your footsteps, even if they come a little more hesitant, like now.

You’ve got one book in your arms, the title hidden as it’s pressed against your stomach. 

There’s a shy smile on your face as you turn it around to show him the cover.

“How to be Pregnant for Dummies.”

He reads it and reads it again. The news take a moment to seep into his brain but when it does, he almost takes down the book display with how fast he jumps from his seat.

“No way!” 

“SHHH!” Someone shushes him from the front. Shouta doesn’t care.

You’re smiling, eyes a little teary.

“Since when do you know?”

“I got the results today, but I missed my period so I’ve had a hunch for a week or so. It’s still pretty early.” You giggle when he peppers kisses all over your face, making it almost impossible for you to keep talking.

“Sorry, I was a little bit in my head the last few days.”

“It’s okay. It’s big news.”

“Hm. How do we tell Eri? And Hitoshi? And-”

Shouta turns around and pulls a book from the pile he wants to buy.

“Little Neko got a sibling?” You ask, a little dumbfounded. “How did you know?”

His smile is a little sheepish. He can never lie to you.

“I didn’t. But the Neko was cute.”

You laugh at that, pull him closer. It reminds him of their first second date. 

Of cuddling in a corner at the bookstore, away from prying eyes.

Some things will never change, even with a metal leg and a new life on the way.

-

“Where do you wanna go next?” He asks when the books are paid for, hanging off his right arm as you lean onto his left.

You blink up at him, eyes still a little red-rimmed from all the happy tears.

“When’s Eri coming home?”

“Two hours, maybe. Do you wanna go home and cuddle?”

You ponder that for a second, your hands warm on his. 

“Let’s get ice cream,” you decide, a wide smile on your face. “And when we get back, we can make a fort!”

Shouta pulls you close, presses a kiss onto the top of your head.

“I love you.”

“Mhm,” You grin up at him. “I love you more.”

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[linkman447]

Married life (velvet)

Velvet: *humming a tune while being a loving house wife* all done with dinner

Her ears perk up

Velvet: oh my big strong husband is here

The door opens the reveal jaune arc velvets newlywed husband

Jaune: honey bunny I’m home

Velvet: jauney your home

She practically pounced on him

Jaune: vel ~mmm~ we need ~mm~ to stop

Velvet l: mwa no mwa never mwa I missed you

Jaune: but what about our friends

Velvet: about them

Flash back

Pyrrha: well if it isn’t the slut bunny

Ruby: yeah what Pyrrha said

Blake: I agree

Yang: yeah even the cat agrees

Blake: shut up Yang

Velvet: you think you little girl could handle my mmmm~ strong mmmm~ manly mmmm~ jaune

Pyrrha: he’s mine

She jumps at her only to be expertly slammed by a kung fu bunny

Velvet: oh I love how, with my husband semblance my muscle memory is so much better

Blake: in bed to

Velvet just blushes with a blissful look on her face

Ruby: well the point is moot because we are just the distraction

Velvet: what

Yang: yeah coco is already on her way to kidnap jaune

Weiss: hopefully she won’t kill him, you know because of that whole “he still my bun bun”

They all cringe at the memory of coco making an ass of herself

Velvet: oh she was your distraction I’ve already handled her

Rwbyp: how ????

Elsewhere

Coco surrounded by torn clothing: NOOOOOOOO

Back with group

Velvet: oh I know my former team leader and partner well but Alas I’m retired. The house wife life for this hit sexy soon to be milf bunny, now ta ta for now

She starts to skip away not before turning around

Velvet: oh by the way I told my new mother In law you all where preventing me from giving her grandchildren

Rwbyp: ???

Crash

Mama Arc: WHO IS STOPING MY GRANDBABBY ARMY

Rwbyp: *gulp*

Velvet: them mama

Mama Arc: RRRRRAAAAAAAA

End flash back

Velvet: they got called on a last minute mission

Jaune: Wait even ren and Nora?

Velvet: no they are too busy taking care of little Thor (so glad I didn’t have to take care of them mama arc wouldn’t hurt her adopted daughter)

Jaune: oh so I guess we have the house to ourselves

Velvet: yes now come with me I have a nice meal for you. A mama Arc recipe

Jaune: oh boy which one

Velvet: she calls it pregnancy prep

Jaune: oh no

Velvet: oh yes!!!!!!

[fleetingcalypso]

Work In Progress - Henry Winter x AFAB!Reader.

≋ Greetings, my darlings. I have been absent for some time, and though my heart has always remained anchored here I apologize for having disappeared in such a way and wholly thank you for your patience. Alas, I've had little time to write, but I haven't forgotten you, my companions, my heroes, my world. I'm working on new stories that I hope you'll enjoy, so as proof that my soul has never strayed too far, I present to you a small part of what I'm currently busying myself with. It is not much, but it is enough to show my devotion to our heaven.

≋ Word Count: 700 words.

≋ CW: hallucinations, afab!reader but no feminine pronouns are used while referring to them.

Unfortunately ‘good things never last’ is a hymn I’ve grown to fully comprehend a lifetime ago, the very moment I heard the gut wrenching, bone chilling noise Bunny’s body made when it was done falling off that damned cliff. I still hear it sometimes: sitting on the porch of our villa – another, perhaps too kind, gift by my now mother-in-law – sipping a warm cup of tea, watching the birds fly back to their nests after a long day of losing themselves in the thrill of flight. As always, Henry is in his study, surrounded by inks, papers and documents I do not much care about and for just a second my insubordinate mind drifts to the past, to an echo of what once was laughter and academic conversations, now turned deafening silence and haunting guilt. It only takes a second, a fleeting moment of reminiscing for me to feel Bunny’s thud right next to me, on my porch. I do not dare move a muscle because I know he is watching me with glassy eyes, his glasses broken and his head turned at an inhuman angle. I don’t have it in me to sneak a peek and give into my hallucinations. Allowing him the pleasure of plaguing my reality, as well as my nightmares, would drag me too deep into culpability.

I’m sure Henry sees him as well, at times. He will never admit to it.

His voice snaps me out of my thoughts, yanking me back into a most heavenly and cruel present: Bunny is dead, my friends have drifted away, I am somewhere in the countryside alienated from society, but at last, I’m with my lover who cares deeply for me and handles me as if I’m made of crystal. “Dearest, come inside, it’s getting dark.” Wordlessly I follow my husband into our home. It’s an arduous task for the terrors to follow me when he takes my hand in mine ever so gently and guides me to safety, like a knight in shining armor. My savior leading me through our own private pearly gates.

Dinner is eerily silent, the only noise being cutlery scraping against porcelain plates and ice cold wine being poured in glasses. I scattered the quiet that has settled upon us with quite the daring observation, "Are you happy?" 

His arm stills mid-air as he was bringing a fork to his mouth. The look he gives me through his glasses it's as if I am an open book and he could recite every single one of the inked paragraphs inside of me. 

I insist, "Are you?" And finally he sets his fork down. I hold his attention in my shaking palm. His shoulders are stiff and there’s a small muscle in his jaw that twitches before he speaks and his voice fills the calm of our dining room.

"I am."

"Despite us only having each other, with not a single soul around for miles?"

“Where is this coming from?” I don’t miss the accusative tone buried in what appears to be an innocent question, only a fool would be capable of ignoring it. His gaze pierces right through me, it renders me unable to ever look away, the ocean blue of his eyes is a sea I would gladly choose to swim into until my limbs no longer could keep me afloat and my lungs were filled with him, only with him.

"I'm not too sure," I lie with not little difficulty, it all tastes far too bitter on my tongue, "I suppose I was wondering about our future. Are we to bury ourselves in our solitude for the rest of our lives?" The absence of our friends is more than noticeable, Bunny's absence even more than that. Living like this, pretending we did not murder our friend and abandon the rest to their fate is an herculean feat. 

"What if I said yes? What if that's precisely what I want? For us to only have each other, for the rest of our lives, until our home is but dust and ruins with the only thing remaining of us being our bones entangled with each other in one final hug. Wouldn't you like that?" 

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Not a YoonMin-er but would like to add my thoughts around this beautiful relationship. Yoongi was indisputably the member that influenced Jimin’s mindset pre-debut. His words of encouragement to a teenager who was being left in the limbo day in day out was so profound that Jimin has referred to it many many times. Yes Jimin himself is mentally strong and capable but we all need someone in our corner and for Jimin, that person was Yoongi. I also believe that because Yoongi was already making music and part of the industry in some way, his words held more weight.

I do feel that Jimin is closest to Yoongi (after JHope), and Namjoon more than Jungkook and V. Because of how Jimin thinks and because of what Yoongi himself has been through in terms of mental and emotional struggle. YoonMin to me are the true soulmates. They bicker, they make fun of each other. But let someone else do it and then will see red. Their relationship is so beyond the normal brotherhood and friendships.

For all the hate Yoongi gets from JM solo stans about the comments he makes (and admittedly some have been or could be perceived as being in bad taste), Jimin himself would never crucify Yoongi for them. I don’t even think he would take these comments seriously. And if Jimin’s ment at DDay finale wasn’t proof enough if their special bond (he literally called out Yoongi for being a bad host and not introducing his guest, at the guys own show infront of 100s of 1000s of people 😂😂😂), I don’t know what is.

I don’t know whether they had anything between them or not. Most likely not. But it seems that currently Yoongi is the only one Jimin would listen to. He only had to beg twice for a LC and TM performance and he didn’t even bribe whereas poor Jungkook has offered chicken, bam, boxing and even nakedness and got no Jimin 😂😂😂😂

Poor JK needs to beg some more. Maybe he can do a mukbang again with some Kimchi Jigae…but wait, Taeyang already offered that to Jimin 😂😂😂😂

***

You say you're not a yoonminer but after reading your ask, I'm very curious about what you are. It's interesting that you feel Jimin is closest to Yoongi because of what they've both been through "...in terms of mental and emotional struggle" and while I understand that yoonmin have bonded over shared personal journeys, I feel this could be said more for Yoongi's relationship growth with Hoseok and Namjoon. It's not often alluded to in the fandom but Hoseok and Joon have had their own deep struggles with depression and insecurity, and the way Yoongi and Hoseok have been able to emotionally open up to each other, the way Yoongi has deepened his emotional connection to and respect for Namjoon over the years, make Yoongi’s relationships with Namseok foundational to him in the group. Or like soulmates, to use your words. More so than with Jimin, in my opinion.

It’s also interesting that you say “They bicker… but let anyone else do it and then they will see red.” …but don’t you notice all the times this happens and it’s Jungkook that’s seeing red? To Yoongi?

Just off the top of my head, during their last visit to the UN when Jimin made that cute gaff and the guys were joshing him for it after. Yoongi (and a couple others) kept going, twisting that little pain point and JK (plus Hobi) was the first to put an end to it. Jungkook did it in such a sassy way too, considering he was speaking to people older than him. I’m not sure if it was captured in the English subtitles, but Jungkook very easily laid down the law in one second, signalled to the others that they were close to crossing a line in teasing Jimin. Not like Jimin needed his help, but it’s still worth noting that very publicly in their least rehearsed moment (on Vlive) it was JK speaking up.

Jungkook also damn near jumped Yoongi with a frying pan too, in that one RUN BTS episode (ep 100 I think) for mistakenly hitting Jimin. Jungkook in general is pretty big, so how you’ve missed that muscle bunny showing up to show out for Jimin, almost everyday for 10 years, is a real curiosity for me.

I agree with you that in terms of emotional outlets, Yoongi is one of the steadfast sounding boards for Jimin. There’s a lot about those two that does indicate that in another life, they would be kindred souls and I guess in some ways they already are. But today, in this universe, I can’t really say Jimin is closer to Yoongi than to Jungkook. I just don’t see it.

We don’t really know any of them, and who they are close too at various points changes all the time depending on whatever’s happening in their real lives, but Jimin today gives me the sense he’s somewhat detached from everyone in the group for long stretches so he can focus on his solo work. I’m not really seeing anything to tell me there’s been a massive shift and he’s now closer to Yoongi than to Jungkook. He could have become closer to Yoongi than before, to be as close to Yoongi as he is to Jungkook, maybe, but jikook’s relationship fundamentally remains the same in Chapter 2.

[maymayandthehog]

OKAY. I GUESS THAT'S FAIR ENOUGH. LOOK, LET ME MAKE ONE THING CLEAR UP FRONT, OK? I'M NOT TRYING TO DO SOME KIND OF BACK DOOR STUNT HERE, LOOKING TO WEASEL INTO A PLACE WHERE I ALREADY KNOW I'M NOT WANTED SO I CAN GET "ACCESS" OR WHATEVER. I'M SO OVER THE WHOLE MESS. I DON'T HAVE "REVENGE ON MY MIND" OR A "COMEBACK TOUR" OR WHATEVER. HAD TIME, BEEN FORCED THROUGH INVOLUNTARY PSYCHIATRIC CONFINEMENT, HAD MY WHOLE HISTORY DOXXED ALL OVER THE INTERNET, ALL THAT JAZZ.

YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY AND YOU DON'T HAVE TO CIRCLE THE WAGONS. I WANTED TO MOVE ON BUT ONE OF THE BIZILLION UNIVERSAL VARIANTS OF YOUR GRUNKLE JUST CRASHED INTO MY LIVING ROOM, AND HE WANTS TO MAKE A DEAL WITH ME, AND I'M... NEVER MIND. THIS ISN'T YOUR PROBLEM.

(@annoyangle)

Candy, cut the stream.

"What? But we haven't even gotten to the Caps for Capybaras segment yet—"

I said cut the stream!

---

She pushed back in her seat, wheels scraping against the floor as they fought desperately against a decade's worth of grime, rust, and sugar that had built up their axles.

Candy and Grenda exchanged a look. The emails were blind printed in advance in order to provide a truly authentic host reaction. There had always been some level of risk involved in this, and over the years they had received a few oddball questions (typically signed with a cursive double G), but this was the first time they had to kill a stream mid-response.

One of the capybaras chittered to itself. Grenda set a large box of hats down on the table next to it, and gave it a stern shhhh.

"NOT NOW. THE HOST IS THINKING."

Mabel stood, the abrupt movement nearly sending her chair toppling backwards. Clapping her hands together, she turned to face the two, and gave both a slightly strained smile.

"Girls! It's been a long day, right? We've all worked hard. Grenda, you carried all SIX of those capybaras up here on your shoulders! I know my back would be screaming!"

"MY MUSCLES ARE LIKE IRON, BUT EVEN IRON CAN BREAK," Grenda wearily agreed.

"It's important to remember to bend with your knees," said Candy. She looked a bit uncertain. "Perhaps we could take a short rest..."

"Great!" Mabel began folding the print out, and slid the paper into her back pocket. "We have the capybaras until tomorrow morning. Let's meet early and we can hammer out the rest of today's shoot. It wont be a live audience, but, I mean, given our track record, I think our fans will find it in their hearts to forgive us—"

"Ah, yes, of course, but, Mabel—"

"I mean, twelve years and not a single missed episode. I'd say that's pretty good!"

"Yes, it's excellent, but Mabel—"

"And it's not like we didn't save the world or anything! If nothing else, they gotta cut us some slack for that, right?!"

"Mabel!"

"Errr.... yes, Candy?"

"It's okay. We don't have to finish the episode. We are just... worried! The question—it seemed to upset you."

"Oh," Mabel faltered a bit. Her hand hovered briefly over the small, paper rectangle, then dropped at her side. "No, I'm okay. Just... a lot to think about, you know? School's starting Tuesday and I still have so much to do... Just your typical pre-class jitters. Every teacher gets 'em!”

“You never get the jitters.”

Mabel circled out from behind the table, so that she could throw an arm around Candy's shoulders and begin steering her towards the door. “Haha, what can I say? You’re looking at a more mature Mabel this year! With age comes anxiety! I guess it’s bad enough that one weird email was enough to throw me off my game. But I'll be better tomorrow, promise."

"Hmm,” hmmed Candy.

"I'll let you take the capybaras home,” Mabel offered, weakly.

"YEAHHH! CAPYBARAS!" Grenda flung her fists into the air. "THEY'RE LIKE BUNNIES THAT YOU CAN RIDE!" She reached down and grabbed one of the rodents by its mid-section, then hauled it up over her shoulders. It squeaked.

Candy turned towards her, alarmed. "Your knees, Grenda! Use your knees!"

As Grenda barreled out of the room and down the creaking stairwell, Candy gave Mabel a final look. "Well, so long as you're sure... I suppose we can finish Sunday." She looked down at the five remaining animals. "And they are very cute."

"They're soooooo cute.”

"Okay. Sunday. What time?"

"Uhhh... I'll text you?"

"Right." For a moment, the ghost of a frown weighed down Candy's features, but dissipated as she seemed to reach a decision. Carefully, she began to usher the rest of the capybaras into the hall. "Okay, capybaras. This way."

"Bye, Candyyyy!"

"Goodbye, Mabel. Let us know if you need to talk. Our ears are always open."

"Yeah..." Mabel waved, still smiling as the lock clicked into place. "I know."

Standing in the now empty attic, Mabel sighed and glanced towards the streaming set up. The light were still on, the boom mic still stood by her seat. She navigated back to the table, bent, and unplugged the powerstrip. The lights shut off.

"Okay, Bill," she said, straightening. "I know you're here. Let's talk."

[dr-abitat-blog]

Day 5: "I can't take this anymore."

T/W: Disturbing visions, violence, implied harm or death, vivid sensory descriptions, implied SA (in a vision), pushed to breaking point, ladywhump, superheroes, 'can't-save-everyone'.

@ailesswhumptober A/N: As much as I love medical whump and lab whump, I decided to try different styles and situations as well so it wasn't as repetitive and some prompts are more fitting for that sort of whump than others, so rest assured there will be more med/lab whump to come later in the month! ^^ Thank you so much for all of your support and follows so far it truly means a lot ^^ xx

They say that Allah will never give us more than we can bear. That he will never burden us with more than he knows we can physically take. I have never questioned that myself. He gave me this gift for a purpose — and it is my duty to use it to the very best of my ability as one of the city's sidekicks, to do good for others, as he would want. That's what I tell myself every day — no matter what kind of strain it puts on me, Allah knows I can take it.

"Take your time, alright? We have a lot to get through today."

I read Liam's lips carefully, fiddling with my hearing aids to be sure that I understood everything correctly. 

Take my time he says, but every second counts...

Slowly, I step up to the tables in front of me, silently adjusting my hijab. On top of them are various items found from the latest missing person investigations. Their nature varies from stray articles of clothing to a small plush rabbit. Each of them are no doubt precious or related to someone — some poor missing soul in need of our help.

And I have the chance to save them.

Drawing in a breath, I reach out for the first item — a yellow silk scarf. Closing my hands over it, I close my eyes — and allow my prophetical Third Eye to naturally activate. I focus fully on the scarf, on the soft sensation in my hands, on the sweet floral perfume scent of its wearer. The aroma fills my nostrils, joined by—

Aftershave. Strong overpowering aftershave. The scent makes me gag as it constricts my throat. A man hovers over me. Forties. Tanned. Brunette. I take in every feature. I have to remember it, as if my life depends on it. Terror suddenly rushes through me. I feel my heart pounding in my chest. The cool air brushes across my exposed skin. His rough hands grab at my face, tilting it back. He sneers at me. I can see his lips moving, but I cannot hear the words. No sounds at all. I don't need them to know what will happen next—

"Dua?"

N-no, NO—!

Gasping, my hands tear up the next item in my desperation to escape — a small leather wallet. The scenes morphs around me—

"Dua, what is it? What's going on?"

The mattress creaks. He's sitting up, grabbing at my shirt. He tears it open down the middle, exposing my abs. His hands mercilessly invade me, before slowly reaching for his belt. I try to kick, but my feet are tied. I've never been so scared in life. His pants come off—

"Dua!"

I'm barely aware of the tears running down my cheeks as I frantically grab onto the next item—

Cold. Icy cold. My muscles are locked, frozen. Everything ripples and shimmers around me. Every move is too much. Water rushes into my lungs. I'm so cold, so cold — I should have listened to Mom—!

"I-I'm sorry...!"

A sob slips free. I almost knock the table over as I grab onto the furry bunny—

Cigarette smoke. It’s him. He's coming. He's going to keep hurting me. No matter how much I plead. The pain hurts so much. Why won’t he stop hitting me? W-was I a bad boy? Oh God, send me an angel to—!

The smells. The sights. The sensations. The pain. The terror—

The next one—

Scattered leaves. Hooded figures. Blood sticking to my hands. Sharp chemical fumes—

It's too much—

Red soaking into my shirt.  Multiple boxes. A distant warehouse. Blindingly bright lights. A raised shining blade—

"Dua!"

T-too much!

The next—

Smoke. Thick pungent smoke filling the air. A stronger scent accompanies it. Petrol. Fumes. It's suffocating. Can’t breathe — can’t BREATHE! 

"Hnnk!”

"Dua — Mark, get her away from there—!"

Pain erupting through my body. Flames licking my limbs. The nauseating stench of burning flesh. Coarse material biting into my wrists with every struggle. Scorching fire engulfing me. Can't move — can't MOVE—!

A scream rips free from my throat.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die. I'm going to die—

"DUA!"

Hands grab onto me, yanking me away from the table. I kick and thrash against them, shrieking. My forehead sears with agony. Everything blends into one darkening haze. The scents linger in my nostrils, making me choke. Tears seep down my cheeks. I pant and gasp for breath, half-sobbing.

"N-no more...n-n-no more..."

I’m barely able to get the words out, gulping.

"Dua, look at me."

Liam's blurred face hovers in front of me. Concern creases his features. "You're safe. We've got you."

I can’t answer him, staring vacantly ahead, trapped in the nightmare of visions. as my knees quiver. "Do you want one of us to step out with you before you try again?”

For the first time since I can remember —  I give in with a pitiful sob.

"I...I-I can't take this anymore. I-I'm...sor...ry..."

With that reluctant murmur of defeat, I surrender to the darkness.

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 231 Trivia

"Aaaaaaaah primitive technology noooooooooooo!"

This is definitely worth looking at closely: we have post-America-arc Chrome shedding a tear, young Suika again, Ishigami Village, the Soyuz capsule…

Oddly, Senku's chest piece is missing and Byakuya's name may be incorrectly spelled in Cyrillic (Б НШНГАМН vs Б ИШИГАМИ)

We get some insight into how the Medusas see things: we already know they can sense EM waves from chapter 229, and especially radio waves, but they may be able to selectively filter which wavelengths they see.

If they could only see radio, then it'd be impossible to see bones as the waves pass right through us. Given the image, it's very likely they're using x-rays to examine the people, but if that's true then the gun would appear as a bright white rather than partially transparent.

It's possible that they can see all wavelengths at once, and they're able to parse what would be "pure white" to us in such a way that they can selectively see the "layer" they want, but even picking a specific wavelength to view would result in the gun blocking the bones.

Alternatively, they only emit a specific range of waves at once and see what gets returned (like radar), but they'd have to know which wavelengths to use without knowing anything first. This echolocation seems slightly more likely since we have panels of them emitting waves.

It's possible that that's why they interpreted the humans as skeletons: they chose to see in x-rays rather than in the visible spectrum (=our vision) and thus only saw bones.

Maybe they assumed both the space suit and "meat suit" (skin, muscle, organs) were the same thing?

It's amusing how the Medusas scanned Senku, but then didn't bother making a perfect copy: the skull is more realistic/less manga, and his hair is upright, despite it being flattened against his head because of the helmet.

Not even they can make his hair look good though…

By mimicking Senku here, the Medusas effectively fulfilled all the previous depictions of Whyman.

Senku uses "me" and "us" here, but he does only mean "me"— the time between his revival in April 5738 and this date* is 10 years, not counting the 7.5 years he spent petrified. Apart from maybe Xeno, no one else shares the same timeline.

*(~Sept 5755, if it's exactly 10.)

List of weapons on the moon:

Grenade-net launcher.

Stone axe.

And the latter was the one that drove them away, haha!

Xeno was one of the ones most excited about what the Medusa tech could mean for humanity, which is why he looks especially grim when they decided to call humans pea-brained one last time before fleeing the solar system.

I have no idea how they retrieved the capsule since it and the Medusa inside seemed to disappear into the swarm, and the one that chose to stay didn't bring it back. It's also definitely the same capsule (with a few new additions) because the broken string is the same.

The capsule got a little upgrade to make it easier for the Medusa to communicate: the speaker was moved to the outside, and was replaced with a tiny Yagi–Uda antenna!

The antenna type is mostly for clarity, because at that range a monopole would have worked, or even none at all.

I'd like to think this Medusa has an affinity for Kohaku, since it chose to give itself up to her. They also had a nice conversation together! :)

(I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact the other two were holding things at the time & Kohaku is the least busy one onboard…)

This piece coming off the main rocket is the ascent stage of the lunar lander. Similar to how parts of the rocket come off when leaving Earth, the ascent stage only gets the astronauts back to the rocket before it is discarded, destined to fall back to the surface of the moon.

The moon bunnies have a little 'x' for a mouth, and the capsule's face has a mouth shaped like that too… Coincidence?

I wonder who drew the face:

Senku, because he had a marker and likes drawing faces on things?

Kohaku, for fun?

Stanley, for the gap moe/Xeno 'x' (and because it seems like something he'd do somehow)?

Ryusui, to welcome his new crewmate?

If we'd gotten a name/species as an answer, then fans would inevitably be disappointed by not meeting them after they'd been hinted at, or been angry at how "unrealistic" whatever they got was.

This may not be a satisfying answer for some, but the alternatives are much less so.

I love this admission of Kohaku's, does she not have anything to think about!?

[ririchanva]

First~ **hugs** I miss you Riri!!

// Wah! *hugs back* Kit-kaaaat~! I mishu toooooo xD Ahahahaha while you didn't really place any request, I thought maybe an Izuku one-shot might be a good way to start things :3 Anyways, here's one just for you (based on our past roleplays~)

Summary: As Usadori, Izuku Midoriya has seen many time-lines in order to figure out how to stop the supposed future that Shinso had come from. As he was looking into the many burrows in the warren, he spotted one where he...had a different family?

Contains: Spoilers from the Quirk and Miracles main story, but not necessarily canon to it. Time Shenanigans. Based on a Tumblr RP. Slight angst and fluff. Deku having the Bunny Miraculous. OCs that belong to @moonxsuncelestials

Word count: 1,221

Quickly.

I must find solutions.

Various ways to prevent the horrid future.

Those were in the mind of one Izuku Midoriya, holder of One-For-All and the student of All Might.

Although...that was not quite right.

While it was true he was the 9th wielder of a mysterious power accumulating past heroes that also were users of OFA, he was currently a different type of hero.

Training under Master Fu, Izuku was given a magical device called a Miraculous. An object that a frantic Hitoshi Shinso was reluctant to give him, but did not have any other options. Then again, Izuku understood why the brainwashing quirk user was hesitant. Izuku was a wild card of a tactician.

And so, under the hero name of Usadori, the green haired male was sitting in what seems to be a vast space that held portals of different timelines and sifting through all of them. Many that had a Chat Blanc flooding the world as he sat alone. Or many that had either himself or Kacchan turning evil...

As he was waving a hand one by one through these portals, he stopped at one that made him falter.

He saw himself but older...and he wasn't alone.

In fact, Usadori watched as he saw his young adult civilian self was walking inside what seemed to be a traditional looking home, almost resembling the Todoroki residence but much nicer...more warm and welcoming than what house his dear friend Shoto grew up in.

"Tou-san! Kaa-san! Jade! I'm home!" The other him on the other side of the portal called, looking around as he was taking off his shoes.

This confused Usadori for a moment because one, he knew his father was overseas for work...well, the bastard never returned home since his announcement of being quirkless at the age of four. The second thing was, who was Jade?

The rabbit user's question was soon answered in a form of a little boy running towards Izuku with a smile.

"Izuku-nii!" The little boy chirped as he soon was wrapping his tiny arms around Izuku's legs, giggling softly as blue eyes looked up at him happily, "You're home!"

"Yeah...I'm home, Jade. Aaaaand I come bearing gifts~" Izuku bent down and brought the little boy in his arms and chuckled, tapping the kid's nose before he looked around, "Where's our parents?"

“IZUKU XIAO LONG MIDORIYA GONG!”

Usadori jumped at the sound of a voice and blinked when his other self was paling for a moment, the little boy then having a cheeky smile on his face, almost as if saying 'ooh! you're in trouble now!'

Stomping into the foyer entrance where the two boys were at, came a tall figure with cerulean blue hair that is tied into a ponytail and deep, cat-like red eyes. And he looked miffed. While gliding wisp-like behind the man is another tall male that had a glowing enthral look to him, that matched for his sapphire blue hair and violet eyes. Usadori would think, 'They are a beautiful pair.'

A smile was on the angelic looking male that showed that he was also sort of upset about something, but holding it back as the first man marched over to Izuku, who placed the little boy down.

"...Tou-san, whatever I did, it is all Bael-san's fault--"

"Don't you be giving me lies, boy. We raised you better than that." The first male snorted as he folded his arms, showing the muscles he had, his aura reminding Usadori of Eraserhead for a moment, "You know you worried your Mother and I?"

Usadori frowned, looking at the portal further to where Inko Midoriya was, but there was no sign of her. This made the rabbit user close his eyes for a moment, thinking, 'Ah...perhaps this is a world where Inko was not his mother? And these two were his parents?'

That...is quite the world.

Usadori kept watching as he watched himself stuttering and waving his hands around with excuse after excuse, until the second male decided to move forward, giving a soft smile before saying with a strong voice.

"We are not angry--"

"Speak for yourself, Beloved--"

"Sai Gong, you better not be interrupting me right now..."

"...Sorry, Lapis, my love."

Lapis narrowed his eyes, making the other man raise his hands up in surrender as he smiled towards Izuku once more.

"While your father and I are worried from you once again running off with your friends in dangerous situations, I understand why you do it. Despite being involved with the family affairs, Izuku, I wish you would at least tell us before you up and vanish like that. It almost gave me a heart attack when your Uncle Yun had to call me that you almost got hurt during a mission?"

"I know, a-and I'm sorry Kaa-san. Really, I thought I'd be back before Jade's bedtime..." Izuku breathed out, but not before he felt arms around him and blinked as he then looked up to Lapis.

"We know you are growing into a strong warrior, Izuku, my darling. But you have to remember that you have a family that loves and worries about you now. What would Inko-san think, bless her soul, if she hears you are dragging yourself injured with broken bones?" Lapis then looked over at his husband and raised a brow, "Darling, get over here and hug your eldest!"

Sai Gong was quick too wrap his strong arms around both Izuku and Lapis, his anger gone as he then chuckled, "Your mother's right, Izuku. Next time leave a damn note or something before you go off like Toshinori, ya hear me? Or you're grounded."

"Tou-san, I'm twenty one, I'm no longer that high school boy you took under yours and Kaa-san's wings."

"You're still our boy, and that still makes you little in our eyes," Lapis teased, as he then picked up Jade and let the little one join in what seems like a family hug.

Usadori watched with a soft and somewhat envious look as he watched Sai Gong take Jade and walk away along with Izuku following him while talking a mile a minute about something that happened that day. They look like a proper family... Usadori would think bitterly, but then remembered that he still had his mom. So it seems this world's Inko Midoriya had passed on, at least according to Lapis' words.

Speaking of the man, Usadori had a strange feeling that Lapis could feel him because he stayed behind and looked over to where Usadori was, as if he could see him.

"...I know you're there and I know you aren't a threat...but whoever you are, I hope that you can find what you are looking for..."

Usadori almost opened his mouth to reply to Lapis but then shook his head. There...there was no way that Lapis could actually know that he was watching, right?

...Right.

Usadori was about to swipe the portal away to go and observe the next time-line, but almost froze when the voice spoke again.

"You have people that love you, Izuku. Whether it is your time or mine, let it be known that you are not alone..."

And with that, Usadori quickly made the portal disappear, the words still fresh in his mind and heart.

[the-zapped-part-timer]

Penn Zerothon Day 9

I'm Still Super🦹🏻‍♂️

My Ramblings: The first zap-back episode, as I call them.

Phyllis is missing? Sashi's has idea! SMASH THE WALL WITH A MALLET! To check to see if she's hiding in there of course.

What kind of party was going on down there? Phyllis? Anyways, Penn freaks out because, you know, Superhero World! I didn't need to see that much muscles...

That regular-sized Giant Old Lady has a name, it's Suzanne. Finally Boone gets to use that mind--reading of his! Revealing that Suzanne wants to destroy them and every other superhero, but why? See all of our favorites, the Super Janitor, Speedster, Spatula Man, the Hotdog Seller and Super Dog! It's funny when the Trio are like: "why do they want to kill us?" Anyone remember how the last episode they were there ended?

Captain Super Captain delivering a devastating blow to Suzanne that causes a WILHELM SCREAMER! Penn, don't be rude to him! He's hasn't doen anything to you and literally just saved your life!

Again, they assume it's Rippen hypnotizing the heroes. "Just follow the scent of failure." Gosh, that's gotta hurt if Rippen was listening.

Still calling your evil twin brother drop-dead gorgeous is weird, I get it's because you look alike but still. No wonder Penn thought you were talking about yourself for a second, who says that about their brother? How he's animated when he says "brother" is satisfying.

Dammit not you to Professor Evil Professor! Who says these things about their siblings!? We get it, your both pretty! Very much so.

Remember that team-up I brought up earlier in "Number One Number Two"? Well, here it is! Rippen is totally on board and PEP points out his failure from last time, but Rippen isn't insulted, he agrees. I think he really admires the Professor, like a mentor.

I wonder if Rippen could get a PHD in Villainly like PEP where he's from, I don't see why not. I'd be funny if he failed to get one. The Professor also has a "most likely to take over the world" and "taking candy from a baby" on his wall, along with cool trophies.

Larry really sensitive armpits... do with that what you will. PEP tells him there's a cream for that, nice of him.

Rippen really needs this kind of friendship or alliance, he has some to laugh like a manic with, it's sweet. He is so ready to make his new mentor/villain buddy proud! He delivers the best "PROFESSOR EEEEVILLL PROFESSORR!" Do I kind of ship them? Sometimes.

"And if we do screw up, that's why tomorrows were invented." Wise words from Larry. Also he has a jetpack- no, jet feet? No, rocket nub? I don't know the word for it but he has it.

"The Professor's hideout" That's a whole ass building with his logo on it! That's not a hide out!

Upgrades people, upgrades! Rippen's got them. Missle launchers, rocket feet and OCTO-ARMS! That has to be a reference to Doc Ock, who Alfred Molina (Rippen's VA, in case you forgot) has played in Sam Raimi's Spider-Man 2 (and No Way Home).

What a tragic weakness to have, adult contemporary music. How does CSC live with this devastating debility? We may never understand his struggles.

Rippen and Larry's expressions when Penn casually twists up the octo-arms and just leaves. Faces of "Oh shit."

"Is this a bridge too far?" Destorys a bridge, almost killing hundreds of ducks, kittens, babies, and pigeons, I'm sure. Tehe-ing to himself.

Instead of helping, CSC teaches Penn the importance of an agonizing "noooooo!" The valuable stuff.

I need context for this, please:

Rippen: Larry, you promised you weren't going to put bunny ears on my things anymore.

Larry: Who said it was me?

He almost sounds devastated, as if Larry fell back on an addiction or something. Also, hear me out... bunny ear lingerie?

Oh no, the music. I'm getting flashbacks to the Meat Circus.

EPIC SUPER-POWERED TWIN FIGHT!

PEP's reasoning for using his advanced degree in evil is reasonable, money.

The overcomplicated funhouse of doom is extremely fucked up, like, Rippen did you come up with this? Have you just been itching for the day you can use this concept from your sketch book or something? Are you overcompensating to impress your new ally/friend? Or did he make this? Or did you both make it!?

Wow, Boone. Sashi is being so self-sacrificing for you and you just agree with her? Damn, that's cold.

But here's where the real pain is, the third option: Penn can kill Rippen (and Larry), thanks to PEP. An utter betrayal to Rippen's alliance with the guy, it's such a good twist! He's a cunning business man, kill Rippen and he will set his friends free, with a little encouragement from his hypnotizing medallion. As much as Penn despises his art teacher, that's not the hero way! I'm so happy that not one (good) person objects to this decision. No one questions Penn.

And then the audacity of the Professor to just ask Rippen to kill Boone and Sashi right after that!? Honestly? Slay. But, we know Rippen, he screws it up. So many damn buttons, can't fault him.

Clarence? What a name for PEP. Also, him and CSC are Jewish. That's pretty neat!

Hmm, weird, the "destory heroes" button was pretty big and obvious, even had a label. There's no way he could have missed that... right? No, Rippen wants Penn utterly destroyed!

~The Characters~

Penn Zero: Bet he'll question the button thing for a while, and the possibility that he could've killed Rippen (and Larry)... yeah. Kudos to him for doing the right thing! Yes, it would be easy to get rid of him, but technically, it's not gonna solve anything. It won't bring back his parents, and Rippen will just be replaced. Everyone, clap for our boy.

Boone Wiseman: Still wish we got that mind-reading gag idea I had! Anyways not much to say since he's a SIS, a Super in Stress!

Sashi Kobayashi: Again, a SIS like Boone.

Rippen: It was beautiful watching Rippen be so gleeful and empowered by new evil buddy until the backstabbing. I could feel his heart grow ever more coal-like, he was starting to trust more and look what happened. But, hey, at least his nemesis didn't straight up kill him! That's a plus. Now for the button thing, we all know he did that on purpose, of course he would! Clarence really thought that he was gonna be a good lap dog and listen to him? No! This could've been an interesting route to take if they wanted to reform Rippen. If! I wonder if he thinks about this decision a lot.

Also a random headcanon of mine: When PEP got mad about the wrong button, Rippen got defensive and talked a bit fast. So I like to think that when he gets defensive and talks faster, he's lying. A tell.

Larry: Didn't help like last time. But parted some wise words.

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Balls!🎾

My Ramblings: Penn comes off like any other American president to be honest, vague and wanting blind voters. He even did the Nixon "V" signs! And he also voted for himself, Alex, the other presidential candidate, voted for him too. Not Boone or Sashi, which, yeah. Totally understandable, really.

ALSO ALEX! Hey buddy! Also hello, Bi-Boone?

"Better than dead person." I don't know about you, Penn, but I'd feel good about myself if I was a better leader than a dead person.

Context? Who needs her?:

Penn: Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm having a-

Sashi: Please don't say "ball."

Penn: I was going to say "baby."

Sashi: You're having a baby?

Penn: Maybe. We don't know what our mission it yet, okay? Check the specs.

Wait... how do babies work... oh god.

Hehe, hunters, because they're hunting for sport..  and they're sports equipment, they're hunting balls... complex, I know.

My dumb subtitles (I bought these, I didn't know how to pirate back then) tell me that Rippen said: Who's ready to bat some balls?" When I definitely hear himself saying: "Who's ready to bash some balls?" Which is way funnier and correct. It's ball-bashing time with the boys!

My favorite reactions to Penn telling everyball their gonna be wiped out:

"Sacreballs!" Thank you, French Rippen voiced ball!

"What the dingo is he talking about?" Clearly Australian, but, uhm, how does he know what a dingo is?

"What is going on? I don't understand." The bestest little German ball, I love his delivery. We must protect him.

8 Ball, my beloved Italian stereotype. Such a diverse group of balls. I get Mary's- wait her name is Mary? Anyways, I get Mary's design of her mouth but oh boy, is it unsettling. Just, you see ○ half the time. Is bowling a southerner thing? I'm not southern.

Flashback Wilhelm!

The hockey sticks are Canadians! Just goes to show that Canadians can be evil too. Beach Ball Grandpappy is a hippie and now he's dead! Ball murder in a kids show for goodness sake!

Ball skulls.

BROCK AND VONNIE! YES! I love them so much! Always great to have them on screen to embarrass Penn. Also, Boone sniffs Penn, which is weird, but keep that in mind, put a pin in that.

LITTLE GERMAN BALL, NOOOOO! Fweh, Billard (8 Ball) saved him... oh shit, BILLARD!

I can't get over the French ball, I know it's you! You cannot hide from me.

"Okay, time to pump up some balls." Very normal sentence that Penn has just uttered. Right, uhm, good speech, lots of ball talk.

"Thinks he's ball that." Oh my god, that kiss Mary gave Billard, burn her. Burn her now! What was that whispering when Mary striked? Who said that? What did they say?

A Lacrosse guy got hit in the "balls" by a ball. Now that's writing at its finest.

Rippen just put Billard in his mouth... gross. Remember that pin for later.

Oh my god, ball corpses! OH MY BALLS!

How is Rippen even alive after that? His face was ripped off.

Mary... you're not a good character. You're fickle.

This whole episode was totally an excuse just to say balls over for its entirety.

~The Characters~

Penn Zero:

Boone Wiseman:

Sashi Kobayashi:

Rippen:

Larry:

Dimension(s): Cool looking world. Like all the spots stuff and how it's structured. I don't think about all weird implications.

Forms: They're balls and equipment, what do you want from me!? I will say, whoever suggested the Penn be a tennis ball and Rippen be a tennis racket? Genius.

[bmbochangetales]

Could you play one of those ROCKY workout anthems like "Hearts on Fire" or "Gonna Fly Now"? I know that most people try to lose weight AFTER the holidays, but my wife and I really want to be able to enjoy my Mom's Christmas stuffing and gravy without a side order of guilt. We're doing the best we can in our little basement set-up, but we'd really appreciate it if you could give us a little boost!

“If you are fighting those holiday pounds like the listener that sent this request, here is a little something to get you through todays workout”

The inspirational tune of “Gonna Fly Now”blared through the speakers. You andyour wife are in your little home gym. Just a few weights and very well used machine. You are both wearing older clothes that had seen better days but it got the job done.

You both were slowly puffing through your workout hoping to be able to enjoy at least a small helping of all your mom’s delicious food. Your wife was jumping rope well you used some beat up hand weights. You were so proud of her, you wanted to high five when you were done. Maybe kiss her after a quick shower.

“Trying hard now, it’s so hard now, trying hard now” the voices sang out the speakers.

You pulled on the machine. You and your wife had gotten serious about the gym a few years ago and invested in a decent home gym. She was bouncing up and down on the stair master. Her well shaped body looked great. You wanted to make out with her and maybe make love after a shower.

Your wife was hot from her regular workouts and she couldn’t get enough of your trim physique either. People always say you both belonged on a magazine cover. You were lean with some good muscles from your daily work. Your wife especially loved when you had sex it was her favorite post workout.

You were going to have a nice Christmas meal and then get right back to the gym.

“Getting strong now, won’t be long now getting strong now”

You pressed out another set and let the barbell slam to the ground with a grunt. Your state of the art home gym was huge with all the equipment of a huge gym. You pulled a pose in your speedo. Ripped muscles tensed as your admired your hard work. A chiseled six pack. Arms double the size of the overage man. A broad pair of shoulders and a buff chest. Not to mention a huge cock bulging out. Looking at your cock you realized you were missing your cocksucker…err..wife.

The tiny shorts squeezed her well shaped ass so it shook with every move. Her perfectly bought tiddies bounced. A perfectly little gym bunny. She took a few minutes to read the buttons on the state of the art treadmill. ‘Start’ was a hard word and all the settings were confusing. She was so stupid and hot. Just like you. It made you wanna cover her in loads of cum. Hopefully she would stop sucking or begging for it up her ass so you could do that. Who cared that she was sweaty? It was fucking hawt to have a sweaty slut fresh from her work out.

A good hard fuck would help you both burn the calories from the delicious dinner your mom was making.

It didn’t matter though. You were built, could eat what you wanted and had a hot bimbo wife to fuck. What’s more could you need. You were flying high now.

[t3kandson]

Camping Closeness

Wordcount; 2,363

Fandom; Monsta X

Pairing; Reader X Yoo Kihyun & Reader X Lee Hoseok aka Wonho.

Character; Yoo Kihyun, Lee Hoseok, Son Hyunwoo, Lee Minhyuk, Chae Hyungwon, Lee Jooheon & Im Changkyun

Warnings; Angst, jealousy & heavy flirting.

Notes; Chapter 2/8 of Part One other Chapters found here

You kept your distance from Hoseok on your return, he had respected that for the first week. You was just packing your stuff away for a weekend off when he appeared by the lockers. Resting against it, his head tilted to watch you, you couldn’t help but smile his direction. The view he witnessed made him smile like you had never seen before, making you suddenly see him in a new light.

“Why you so happy?” you asked slightly suspicious, but smiling feeling his cheery vibes. “Well it’s the first time I had off in weeks. The sun’s out, I’m healthy, my friends are healthy, what’s not to be happy about,” he said resting his head with his eyes closed, peace rippled over his face. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile or be happy to think of it,” you said shutting the locker.

“Well there’s not much to be happy about these days, it’s all work no fun,” he said with a wink, you chuckled as you locked your locker.

“Why don’t you join us?” he asked looking too excited at the prospect. “You bit your lip trying to contemplate the idea. “Don’t do that,” Hoseok asked, his eyes a little glazed over. “Do what?” you quizzed. “That lip biting, otherwise my promise to behave will be a lie,” he whispered gulping. You chuckled shaking your head at his switch from sad puppy to struggling flirting one. “Lee Wonho your disturbed you know that?” you teased making him blush. “Will you stop calling me Wonho, I’m Hoseok,” he replied.

“Just call him bunny, we do,” you heard Changkyun say from behind him. Hoseok rolled his eyes as Changkyun walked up to his hyung. Hoseok reached out to swat him, but Changkyun moved out his way, wrapping his arm round you instead. “I missed you,’ he said holding you tightly that you struggled for breath. “What did I say see, if you can’t say yes for me, say it for our kookang,” Hoseok chuckled.

Changkyun growled in his direction, “kookang,” you teased pinching Changkyun’s cheeks. “Really Hyung,” he whined in his elder’s direction. “So what do you say?” Hoseok asked. “Wait you coming with us this weekend? Please say you are,” Changkyun pleaded. He pouted like a soft whiny teenager, which had you chuckle as you bit your lip nodding. “Fine but no funny business,” you said prodding Hoseok’s chest, being surprised how hard his muscles was underneath his T-shirt, Hoseok smirking at your sudden reaction.

Kihyun’s face dropped when he saw you bundle out of Hoseok’s car, Rucksack and bags of Ramen, snacks and Soju in your hand. It stung that your friend didn’t seem to want you there. Jooheon and Minhyuk dashed to you excited to see your presence as Hyunwoo rushed to take your heavy rack sack, ignoring your swatting hands trying to shoo him away.

You noticed the three Tents and wondered if they would all fit in the two. You swung around to Hoseok eyeing him suspiciously with Jooheon, “So what’s the sleeping arrangements, surely seven of you can’t fit in two tents,” you said watching Hoseok’s face fall

“Your sharing with me,” Kihyun bit out, his eyes glaring at Hoseok’s sheepish face. “And me,” Hoseok said brushing his hand along his neck blushing. “Wait you said……..,” you paused looking at the guys. You knew if you pushed to be alone that it would make them be cramped. You’d decided to wait and deal with Hoseok later.

“Said what, what did he say?” Kihyun asked. “That he would teach me how to put up a tent,” you said quickly watching Hoseok smirk.

“I’m sure I can teach you how to undress it,” he winks. “It’s called dismantle,” Kihyun said, his face looking disgusted before Hyungwon elbowed him. “Or that but I prefer my description,” Hoseok said smirking. “So which ones ours,” you said looking at Kihyun who’s face beamed at your words. “Which one do you want?” He asked. You shrugged looking at them, “that one,” you pointed to the slightly larger Tent.

You was sorting your belonging in the tent when you was startled at the large body throwing himself into your view. When you opened your eyes, Hoseok was laying in the middle smirking. “What the fuck Hoseok,” you said swatting him with the hand that rested over your heart seconds before. Hoseok deeply chuckled pulling you into him, his hardened body taking you by surprise as you landed on his chest, “stop being melodramatic,” he moaned patting your head that still hadn’t moved from where you landed.

The electricity in the tent shooting through you both bringing you confusion. One minute he was being mean, then ignoring you after his emotional declaration, now he had switched the full on heat button. “If I knew to get you quiet all I had to do was throw you on my body, I would have done this weeks back,” he hummed, his hand stroking your hair as you felt dampness between your thighs.

The fear of another sticky spot being left was enough to make you throw your self off him hastily, earning a chuckle. “Do I smell or something?” he said pulling on your hands to bring you close again. “No just……,” you paused not knowing what to say. “Just what?” he asked, his eyes intensely on yours as he brushed his teeth over his bottom lip. You mirrored him as his eyes widened, making his grip tighter around you.

“Just…….Your messing up my side,” you said in an attempt to change the subject. “Is your sleeping bag here?” he asked playfully, “I don’t think so, so I’m perfectly where I need to be,” he added smirking.

“You think I’m letting my friend sleep next to you, with no back up I don’t think so,” Kihyun said behind you as he trawled into the tent slapping Hoseok’s legs. “She’s no safer with you then me,” Hoseok said with a Smirk that had a slight sting in his tone. Kihyun’s jaw clenched as you felt the atsmophere drop icy between the pair. “I’ll leave you two to discuss who’s sleeping where, I got things to do,” you said hastily escaping the tent.

Hyunwoo was prepping the fire Pitt with Minhyuk, when you approached them in desperate need of communication that wasn’t Kihyun or Hoseok. “You lovers had a tiff?” Minhyuk teased causing a scowl. “Lovers pffft, plus those two are more lovers, bitching about sleeping arrangements,” you chuckled as you sat on a log. “Have you thought maybe they both like you?,” Minhyuk said earning Hyunwoo to scowl His way. “What Kihyun don’t be daft, he’s just…… well he acts like a oppa that’s all, he means well bless him,” you said picking up a twig as you manhandled it in your hands to keep you grounded.

“Ok if you say so,” Minhyuk replied under Hyunwoo’s gaze, making you think he wanted to say more if his Hyung wasn’t present. “Do you need a hand?” you asked them both to change the awkward silence in its wake. “No were good,” Hyunwoo replied. “Actually we need some water, can you go to the stream and fetch some,” Minhyuk asked. “Of course which way,” you said standing up, “it’s over,”, “I know where it is come with me,” you heard Hoseok cut him off behind you as he walked in-between some trees, stopping to look back at you. “Well come on bring some empty bottles with you,” he said smiling.

You followed him through the trees, silence between you till you approached a running stream. “Here pass me a bottle,” he asked. As you passed him one, his hands reached for your wrist pulling you in to the watery setting. The impact making your clothes all soaking wet as he fell to the floor in laughter.

“Hoseok,” you spluttered as his laughter filled the air. You picked up the bottle that had fallen with you filling it while he calmed his hysteria. Squeezing the plastic bottle, you got him slightly wet. He paused, his face looking serious as he pinched his wet clothing from his chest in disgust. You stood back feeling he might get angry, but instead his face broke into a chuckle.

“Really Y/N is that all you have,” he teased as he stepped in to the stream, the water barely touching his knees. You splash the water into his face as you moved yourself backwards in the water from him. “Oh you want to play do you,” he threatened as he started splashing the water in your direction, with more force then you could imagine. The water chugging over you as any dry part of your body became soaking wet. Your hands pulled out to his wrist to pull him down with you, but you slipped falling backwards which increased his laughter. “You give up?” he teased earning a shake of your head as you attempted to splash him again. The only damage was to his top as it started to stick to his chest, his muscles becoming more of a show. The view made you pause to gulp his way, he used the opportunity to sit in the water with you as he pulled your body in to his.

Both of you laughing as he pushed back the strands of hair stuck to your face. His eyes not leaving yours as you fell into silence. “Your so beautiful Y/N, do you know that,” he said looking smitten. “You’re not too bad yourself Bunny,” you said with a wink. He brushed his thumb over your lip as he bit his own. In that moment you wanted to kiss him, have his lips on yours. You didn’t care for his confusing personality, you enjoyed this flirting red hot version and wanted to suck up as much as you could, before he changed again. Wanting to be taken right there in that stream filled your mind. But he hesitated as if his mind was struggling, you knew you was at risk of him pushing you away again.

“Wasn’t you asked to get water not play in it?” you heard Kihyun scorn you both, shaking you both from your thoughts. You looked up to see his eyes furrowed looking annoyed, you had seen it many times when he felt that the group had misbehaved. But his eyes brushed over yours and failed to soften, the feeling of guilt washing over you. “It’s called fun you should try it,” Hoseok bit out as he stood up holding his hand out for yours. “Sorry Kihyun,” you said taking Hoseok’s hand to Kihyun’s jaw clenching. “Don’t apologise because he doesn’t know how to have fun,” Hoseok growled.

Kihyun scrunched his face in anger before storming off, “Hoseok,” you scoffed frowning. “What, he needs to chill, he’s always so pent up,” he grimaced. “But still, I’m the intruder and it’s his weekend break too,” you said softly. Hoseok laughed hard, “no it’s not, it’s my break, they all tagged along,” he said walking out the stream, you following.

You was sat between Changkyun & Jooheon as you ate the delicious food Minhyuk & Shownu had made. Fire warming your skin alongside the summer heat, the beer making you sleepy. You leaned your head into Jooheon, while the groups discussed there upcoming schedules.

You closed your eyes briefly to the sounds of there giggling and chatter as sleep washed over you. You didn’t even wake when Hyunwoo carried you to your tent.

You woke during the night between Kihyun and Hoseok. Kihyun’s leg was laying over yours, while Hoseok’s arm rested over your waist as his warm breath fanned over yours fast asleep. You smiled looking at his features, how beautiful he was when he was relaxed. It was then the creases of his lips twitched towards a smile as his eye lashes fluttered, making you realise he was awake.

His eyes opening to smirk, “you thought I was asleep right? but I saw you,” he whispered pulling you closer making you lift your head to rest into his arms. “I don’t know what your talking about,” you chuckled. “I was watching the music you was making as you snored,” you added. Hoseok brushed your hair out your face. “I don’t snore and your such a lousy liar,” he said as he kissed the crown of your head.

It was then you felt Kihyun’s body brush into yours, his hands finding themselves around your waist, resting just above Hoseok’s arms. You looked at Kihyun’s arms confused why they was wrapping around you, looking up at Hoseok once more, his jaw clenching.

“Get some sleep Hoseok,” you said bringing him close enough to you on the hope that he wouldn’t cause an issue. You knew he was jealous at how close your friend was to you, but he had never witnessed the odd times Kihyun had showed comfort. It was his hidden peace of him that he only showed you as he felt comfortable in your company. You had fallen asleep spooning a couple of times over the past year, nothing more then just a friend comforting you.

When Hoseok had fallen asleep you felt Kihyun’s hands tuck between yours and Hoseok, clasping with yours. The tangle of you between your friend and your crush oddly helping you to fall asleep.

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[kaija-rayne-author]

And on top of that, people don't know what actually strong people look like. Media has completely warped what we think of as healthy, not to mention functional, muscles. They don't have that pretty, made in a gym, I've-dehydrated-myself-to-the-point-of-hospitalization-for-a-shirtless-picture type muscle.

Real muscle often has a good coating of fat on it. The fat supports, insulates, and powers the muscle. I'm fat, but even though I'm chronically ill, I'm still incredibly strong. I was a committed weight lifter, dancer, and martial artist before I got sick. I regularly shock stock clerks who offer to lift my groceries into the car because I use a cane.

They often can't easily lift something that I don't have a problem with. They look perfectly 'healthy' and sometimes buff. I look like a tall, fat, middle aged homemaker who walks with a cane.

Here's some pics of actually strong people.

Men's Health strong man.

Eddie Hall, strong man

Gabriele Burgholzer, middle weight strong woman winner and one of the strongest ten women in the world.

Robin Coleman, another of the strongest women in the world.

Skinny isn't strong. Skinny often isn't healthy. Pretty muscle is just that, 'pretty'. (Straight up, I find the ultra cut look disturbing and kinda gross because I know how people abuse themselves to look like that.) Even ill, I could probably outperform on functioning muscle jobs like farming vs a gym bunny.

Human bodies just don't work that way.

We're also supposed to put weight on as we age as protection for our bones.

The fat phobia in society is just so illogical and harmful.

You know what fat is, right? It's stored energy. A fat person is likely to last longer under harsh conditions (which, honestly, these fantasy worlds are brutal) than someone without an energy store.

I really wish people would educate themselves about this.

Fat doesn't mean you can't do typical fantasy adventure stuff. Give me a truly strong male presumed character (they came close with Halsin, but he needs more fat). Give me a chubby female presumed option. We'll still be beating up meazels when the skinny misses are fainting.

I'd even hazard a guess that a chubby to fat person would be able to cast more magic more frequently than a skinny one. Why? Mana is energy. Fat is stored energy. Our bodies store energy the way they do because it's survival instinct. We're not supposed to be super skinny.

Also, goblins and meazels aren't real, tossing eldritch blast isn't real, what the fuck do you care if I want to play a chubby strong character who could actually survive in that world? (Those pretty muscles aren't taking those characters far at all.)

Look, I love the game a lot! But Larian fucked up by not having body mass sliders.

it's so funny when ppl"s defence of no fat characters existing in video games is "uh they wouldn't be able to physically do the things the character does" like damn i hate to break it to you but skinny bitches can't physically cast a fireball in real life either but nobody has a problem with that

[brandnewnyla]

Knight in Shining Armor!

Ambiance: He Heals Me by India.Aire

Written circa VDAY 2021

With the new blessing, straight from the throne of the gracious and merciful God that is Disney+, we’ve all been able to stream every last one of our favorite childhood classics. It’s also been an opportunity to be introduced to new characters that we may have missed along the way or that adulthood told us weren’t relevant to us anymore (or just stream Hamilton!). I have to say that all 29 of my years still love the old faithfuls. I’ve enjoyed having immediate access to Beauty and the Beast, Cinderella, Snow White, and all the other princesses that have a happily ever after with a valiant prince on a white steed. I noticed that as I’m engulfed in these timeless narratives and I suspend the disbelief of my current reality that is singleness, I find myself craving the feeling of being chosen, fought for, rescued and whisked away in the safety of the arms of new, true love. The softness that overcomes me is a stark difference than the hard, outer shell that I normally wear in order to guard my heart. Don’t get me wrong, the armor of God is necessary as a daily protection against the schemes of the enemy (Ephesians 6) and yes, we are instructed in Proverbs 4:23 to guard our hearts above all else, not allowing our feelings to guide our decisions, but I wonder if my chosen demeanor is counteractive to the gentle spirit that is equated to true beauty in 1 Peter 3:3-5.

Growing up, I never believed in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny or the Tooth Fairy. My father was insistent in ensuring that I knew that, “Ain’t no fat, white man coming down my chimney. Me and your mother worked hard for these gifts.” My father is huge on respect and honesty. He didn’t see the sense of going through the motions of fantastical narratives that he deemed unnecessary to my overall development and, knowing that I’d eventually grow out of the belief at some point anyway, he wasn’t interested in cultivating that naiveté. Most instances, I’m very grateful that I never had to deal with, what I’ve seen can be, the brutal transition from reindeers with red noses and egg-laying bunnies to reality. There are times though where I realize that, as a result, I can sometimes be too steeped in reality and my heart is calloused to big dreams that aren’t pragmatic and/or tangible. Being an actor does help. Knowing that I am created for allowing myself in indulge in other worlds that are different than my own has helped to make the muscle of imagination extremely malleable. Still, I can’t ignore the tenderness I feel when watching 90-minute idealistic love stories; but are they just that, idealistic? Is there any ounce of reality there and why does it so readily affect me? 

Reality or at least what I perceive as reality quickly rushes in as the credits roll. I say things like, “Must be nice.” Or “Nyla, don’t go down that rabbit hole. That is a movie. It doesn’t happen that way.” I understand reality to be passionate, conditional, temporal worldly love, especially when coming from another flawed human being, but reality is also that even in my singleness, I am already seen, heard, and chosen. I have been fought for, rescued and will soon be whisked away in the safety of the arms of an eternal love. Oh, and the valiant prince on a white steed did not originate in the Disney classics. 

Revelations 19:11-16 (MSG) reminds us, “Then I saw Heaven open wide - and oh! a white horse and its Rider. The Rider, named Faithful and True, judges and makes war in pure righteousness. His eyes are a blaze of fire, on his head many crowns. He has a Name inscribed that’s known only to himself. He is dressed in a robe soaked in blood, and he is addressed as “Word of God.” The armies of Heaven, mounted on white horses and dressed in dazzling white linen, follow him. A sharp sword comes out of his mouth so he can subdue the nations, then rule them with a rod of iron. He treads the winepress of the raging wrath of God, the Sovereign-Strong. On his robe and thigh is written, King of kings, Lord of lords.”

The original Prince Charming is the Prince of Peace. This not only drags me back to the cross, but it also relaxes my expectations of my potential husband. I am already wholly, unconditionally, and abundantly loved and so are you. Let us dive into the love of Christ today and find the fullness of our identity as princesses and queens in him; then we will know the richness of true love.

[kittieprettieprincess]

I can't wait to be a pretty lil stay at home trophy wife to the most handsome sweet loving butch ever 🥹🥹🥹 just ughhh I know I'm waiting until she finds and pursues me but I can't wait dude 😫😫 I can't wait to be all sweet and domestic and lovey dovey wif someone and sit on her lap anytime she sits down just to curl up in her arms bc I'm so small. Wrap my arms around my future wife and give her sweet kisses all over her handsome face 🥹🥹🥹🤭 eeeeeeeeee

Thinking about being home all day. Maybe the Monday after a good relaxing weekend in bed and around our home with my partner. I'd wake up early in the morning to read the word and have my coffee, as well as making hers to wake her up. I'd walk into our room and place the coffee on her bedside table. Then menacingly tiptoe closer to the bed only to crawl on top of her and lean over her sleeping face to give her morning kisses. I wouldn't stop kissing her everywhere until she wakes up and flips us over so that I'm underneath her now, completely pinned. Safe under her weight, receiving kisses sweet and tantalizing, I giggle, "Daddyyyyyy stoop 🥹🥺🥺 tickles!!!"

"Okay, okay baby I'm sorry. Daddys sorry honey. I love you lovebug." She'd say as she leans down to kiss me once more.

"OH, did my sweet girl make her daddy coffee?? Thank you babydoll."

"Of course Dada 🥰."

After a few more kisses we head to the kitchen where daddy makes us breakfast as i sit on the island counter, watching and swinging my legs about. Probably messing around with Penny my stuffed bunny and giggling to her about how handsome daddy looks making food for us both.

After daddy is finished making our breakfast she sets our plates down and quickly lifts me off the counter and back into her lap as always. Just like every morning. I sit in her lap and we both eat breakfast together. Separately, but we're so conjoined at the hip that we always stay with me in daddys lap. It's where a princess belongs of course 😌 sometimes daddy may have to feed me bc baby gets distracted playing with Penny and play feeding her. Then, once we've had our meal, daddy quickly has a shower and gets out. When she gets out, she comes out of the bathroom to find I've set her work clothes out neatly on the bed. Already sprayed with her favorite (and mine) cologne. She gets dressed and meets me at the door where I kiss her goodbye and tell her to come home quickly and to message me when she arrives to work safely.

While my bubbas is at work I'd most likely clean our home on a good pain day or do laundry. House chores and the like. Before her lunch break I'd make her a nice meal and get all dolled up to take it to her. The thought of my future butch being able to brag on their pretty little wife and how good I am to them. Constantly doting on them and feeding them yummy meals and treats. I'd of course make sure to make one of my loves favorite desserts as well. There'd be a sticky note applied to it that says, "there'll be even more dessert for you when you get home ❤️." I'd wait all day for her to get home. Constantly missing her and thinking about how badly I can't wait to run up to the door as soon as she's home so she can pick me up and give me more of her sweet kisses I missed so much. She'd try to put me down complaining of getting my pretty slip dress dirty, but instead she's turned on more when I tell her,"Fuck me dirty. I don't care. Well shower after anyway daddy."

"Please, show me how much you missed me honey."

Yanking her shirt off to reveal her sports bra and muscles,I lean down to her kneeled on the ground between my legs to kiss her again.

She slowly moves her hands dirty from work up my legs to grab and knead at my thighs.

"So fucking pretty baby, God. Smells so sweet."

I laugh and hook my legs over her shoulders. Interlacing my hands through her hair and pulling her close against my lacy panties. Her favorite of course. Pink with the little bow on the front. I can feel her cold wedding band against my skin as she moves her large, tough hands up my body underneath my dress to grab at my breasts. Kissing me and telling me how much she missed me, I tell her I missed her even more.

How much I couldn't wait for her to get home so I could kiss her and hug her. Smell her scent and be in the arms of my safe place. How much I thought of her getting home so she can take me however she wants because my body belongs to her just as hers belongs to me.

The thought of planning for babies. 🥹🥹 OH GOD

Picking out a donor that looks like my wife so that our bubs look like us 🥹🥹I can't wait to carry babies for my wife someday. Just the thought of it makes me so happy dude. The thought of carrying my loves child inside of me. Our babies 🥹 them constantly rubbing and kissing my belly as it grows and talking to our baby. Even reading books to them so they'll be super duper smart and cool 🥹 going to appointments and crying together over Watching our Bubba grow 😭😭😭😭

Even if I couldn't carry our babies I still can't wait to have a family with my love someday. Whether it's through adoption or biology I don't care.

I just genuinely can't wait to meet my person in God's timing bc I'm so tired of trying to make it work with mascs that are emotionally unavailable or settle for the "daddy" title when it's something they don't really like, just because they like me. I can't wait to find my butch daddy so I can be taken care of and loved the way I deserve and to be able to give all the love I have for them in return for everything my lovely butch husband does for me 🥹

I can't wait to be a pretty little femme wife to my butch someday and I hope wherever she is that she or he depending on pronouns, is safe. I hope she thinks about me as much as I think about and dream of her and what it will be like to be her girl someday 🥹🥹🥺🥰

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Bad Bunny | Mark Lee

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Summary: Mark insists you’re just casual, but you want something more. To make him jealous, you hook up with his best friend Jaemin...

Genre: College AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Frat party, alcohol, jealousy

“Marky, baby! We’re leaving in five minutes – why the hell aren’t you changed?” As you peek round your bathroom door, your eyebrows hit the ceiling. 

Your boyfriend Mark grins sheepishly, running one hand through his freshly washed jet-black fringe. “I am changed…” 

Your eyes slide downwards. Despite being sculpted by lean muscle, his grey T-shirt still looks like pyjamas. 

You roll your eyes, the hanger holding his outfit still hidden behind your back. Your heart is pounding. Tonight, you have a grand plan – to finally reveal your relationship with Mark to your friends. 

Every time you start daydreaming in the PR office where you work, you imagine one thing. You and Mark, a power couple, the ones everyone is jealous of because they’re so sickeningly in love.  

It’s been six months, and this is perfect time. And you’re not letting anything get in the way of that. Not even Mark’s hate for dressing up.   

“It’s Jaehyun’s costume party? As in… you have to come in costume?” You can’t hide the wobble in your voice. 

Mark wrinkles his nose. “But I don’t have one…”

A shy grin spreads over your cherry lip-glossed lips. Slowly, you creep out from behind the door, raising your arms in jazz hands. “Ta-da!” 

Your outfit is revealed: a neon pink bodycon dress so tight you can barely breathe, topped off with a fluffy rabbit headband. You’ve never worn something this skin-tight, but for your boyfriend, you’ll do anything. 

On the front, in a swirly white font, is written: “Miss Bunny”, with an arrow pointing to the right. 

You pull out the pink fluffy onesie from behind your back – labelled with an identical “Mr Bunny.” Your eyes are stinging. It must be your eyeliner because you can’t understand why you’re getting so emotional about this.  

But when you see his face, your victorious smile fades. Mark’s nose is still wrinkled, chestnut eyes squinting in disbelief. 

“What? You don’t… like them? I thought you liked pink!” Sweat blossoms on the back of your neck. 

Mark pulls crosses his arms, fingers kneading nervously into his skin. “I do, I do, it’s just… matching costumes? Isn’t that kinda… intense?”  

Your foundation is so thick you can’t move your face to frown. But inside, your gut is crumpled up like tissue paper. 

“Well, we can lose the ears if you want…” Your voice trails away, folding in on itself. 

Mark continues, tongue flicking over his lips. “No- I mean…” His voice drops. “We don’t want to make a huge deal about… us, you know?” 

This time, you can’t hide your vanishing smile. You suddenly feel stupid; a big pink hotdog.  

Before you can answer, Mark continues, “Look, you look smokin’, and we have so much fun together… but you know that’s all this is, right? Just fun? No one else needs to know about our sweet little deal.” 

Forced to break his gaze, you turn away. “Right, no, I get that! I’m suuuper casual. It was just, a joke, you know?” You start laughing awkwardly. Your breaths are getting shakier. 

You know your voice is too wobbly to fool him, but Mark still laughs as if he believes you. “I mean, you do look… wow.”

As you turn away, you catch your reflection in the bathroom mirror. The dress clings to your round hips like the shiny skin of a ripe peach. He’s right. You do look wow. 

You’re not wasting a look this hot crying the night away.

 No – it’s time to let Mark know just how much he’s missing out on. 

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The funny thing is, you weren’t even the one who suggested ‘Spin the Bottle’ at the party. It was Jaemin. 

Now, it’s finally your turn to spin. In the corner of your eye, you see Mark smirking casually. Like he doesn’t even care who you kiss. 

Angry flames shoot up inside you, and you flick the bottle with all your might. 

It lands… perfectly between two people: Mark and Jaemin. A seductive smile curling your lips, you crawl into the centre of the circle. 

Mark is taking a deep draught of his beer. The next moment, you see him choke a little. Because you ignore him completely and wrap your arms over Jaemin’s shoulders.

In a black hoodie with tiny cat ears, Jaemin can hardly be described as ‘in costume’. 

“Can’t fight the bottle, can we?” you murmur, stroking Jaemin’s jaw with one thumb. You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps.  

Mark is furiously clearing his throat beside you, but you take no notice. 

You’re too busy watching Jaemin’s pink tongue flick over his lips. His clear brown eyes have stopped blinking. Now they’re gazing deep into yours under dark lashes. 

“Miss Bunny… you better hop right to it.” As Jaemin whispers his bad pun, his pink lips turn up in a dry smile. It’s now or never. You lean forward, and kiss that grin right off his face. 

You hold nothing back in kissing Jaemin. Your hands grip wildly in his gelled hair, messing it up as best you can. Your lips grab his so hungrily he’s pulled forward. It’s not just snogging; it’s like you’re devouring his face right off. 

When you pull back, a triumphant smile graces your lips.

A halo around Jaemin’s mouth is stained a bright pink, and his hair sticks out in mad tufts. He gives you a dopey, half-eyed smile, which you’re happy to return.

Beside him, you notice Mark getting up from his seat. He storms away, muttering under his breath. 

You get up, not giving Jaemin a second look. Mission completed. 

For the rest of the party, even Doyoung stops teasing you about how your costume ‘isn’t bunny’. All of your friends can only stare in silent awe. 

At the end of the night, you approach Mark as he’s leaving. 

“Wait up!” you say, grabbing your coat and keys. “Tonight was so fun.” 

You get a tiny stab of excitement when you see Mark’s expression. He’s wearing a stormy frown, his muscles flexing with the effort of crossing his arms.

“Yeah, well, for some of us,” he mutters. 

You can’t help but grin. You exaggeratedly strain to catch his expression. “Is Mr Mark Lee… jealous?” 

Without turning to you, Mark blurts out, “That bottle was halfway between us, and you know it!” His broad shoulders are rising and falling with his deep panting. 

You purse your lips, struggling not to giggle outright. “I didn’t offend you, did I? See, I thought were just having fun.”

Mark stops at the end of the hallway, and swivels to face you. His eyes are fixed on the floor, like he’s telling off your shoes. “Fine. I don’t like it when you kiss my friends, okay?”

Slowly, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and lace them behind his neck. It’s hot under your fingers, just like his burning cheeks. “What I hear when you say that, is that you’re dying with jealousy because you care about me so much.” 

Mark flicks his jaw in annoyance. “Okay! You win. I change my mind. I want us… to be exclusive.” His voice is so low it’s almost a whisper.

You lean in. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that…” 

A tiny smile creeps onto Mark’s face. “I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/n,” he yells. 

You hear a gasp, and flick your head around. 

All your friends are collected at the door. They’re all suddenly very interested in their shoes. 

“It’s okay guys, I know you’re listening,” you call. 

“Good – that was killing us! Go Y/n and Mark!” Jeno cheers. 

You’re not sure what you enjoy better – your friends’ wild cheers or the deep blush spreading over Mark’s cheeks. 

“Come on, boyfie,” you call, pulling him away with you. 

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