#which has actually led to me really liking it

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

dear sex witch,

i'm really sorry if this question is inappropriate and too long, please delete if necessary. i am a 17-year-old cis girl who grew up in a sexually conservative culture/religion but stumbled into extremely taboo nsfw fanfiction (and later nsfw fanart once or twice) really young (probably about 12) without even registering that what i was doing was masterbation/looking at porn. i no longer think those things are objectively bad or sinful as i was taught when i was younger, and i consider myself probably more sex-positive than a lot of my peers irl, but i feel a lot of shame about specific things that i've read and i still consider immoral although obviously none of the content i consumed involved real people doing sexual acts, and i started experiencing a lot of taboo and guilt-inducing intrusive thoughts two years ago.

if it's possible would you be able to give some advice about how to move forward? i've avoided pornographic material for more than a year but i don't actually know if that's healthy or helpful. the shame around previous porn use and the intrusive thoughts have also led me to become very afraid to disclose my sexual orientation (i realised i was a lesbian last year) because i'm worried i'll be bad representation and that if people realise what my past experiences were it would reinforce their homophobic beliefs about homosexuality being perverse.

again i apologise if this isn't the sort of thing you are able or willing to deal with at all, or if i sound too reactionary regarding sex and kink: i have been trying to educate myself but i obviously still have a long way to go. thank you for the work that you do and i hope you have a wonderful day.

hi anon,

okay, so, first thing I need to say, right out of the gate: it's not possible for you to be "bad representation." you're not representation. you're a real human person who, like every other human, will make mistakes and have regrets and sometimes do things that you're not very proud of. the burden of ending bigotry is not on queer people; don't have to be upstanding paragons of morality in the hopes that people will stop being meaners to us. if someone is homophobic, that's not something that you can change personally by being the most perfect lesbian in the world. they're still going to be homophobic unless they personally decide not to be, a choice that you can't force anyone to make. please, p l e a s e do not put that kind of pressure on yourself.

also: you actually don't have to disclose your sexual orientation to anyone whose reaction you're worried about. if someone is a homophobe, they don't need to know that you're homo! I know a lot of importance is placed on the idea of being out in every aspect of your life, but that is fucking DANGEROUS for a lot of people - especially young people who are dependent on families that won't support them. being out to your family is never, never, NEVER more important than you being safe; don't get it twisted.

re: avoiding porn, it's none of my business if you want to look at or read or listen to porn. I do know in many cases that learning how to just look at a thing as it is, without judging yourself for doing so, is the most effective way to stop feeling so scared and worried about it. I have no idea how much you pay attention to my blog, but I've had numerous people telling me that watching me joke so much about an incestuous relationship about two brothers in a bad Marvel movie has helped reduce the anxiety they feel about fictional incest. if you feel able to do so, it might be really good for you to experience enjoying some porn and masturbating about it without anything bad happening.

it doesn't even have to be watching porn; any kind of content centered around sex in a positive manner can really help to make it feel more natural and less scary. I always recommend the channel Sexplanations on YouTube, which is quite frank about bodies and pleasure while also being lighthearted and education, and I think you in particular might really benefit from the podcast Sexvangelicals, which is hosted by two sex therapists who do a lot of work specifically targeted at helping individuals who come from high control religious groups unlearn shame about sex.

[theleavesofwesteros]

cookie run - Bob Reynolds x GN!Reader

A/N: Even though I wanted to come back with a Loki fic, I finally managed to watch thunderbolts (twice in the past week) and the brain worms made me write this. Sorry, I'm obsessed with him (with all of them). I hope I've managed to do him justice and that this isn't awful as it's midnight where I am and I'm dead tired lolll. I'm very hopeful that I'll write more about these losers (affectionate). please enjoy <333

tw: one mention of vomit, one mention of meth (sign twirling chicken), two idiots in love (deserves a warning), ava's takeout box (it's gnarly ;) ), like one sentence mention of the void, talk of loneliness

words: 2017

ps: thanks for the divider!!! @cafekitsune

You’d never really thought you’d get to do this. Well, you’d already done it once or twice, but still. You were going up the elevator of the newly repurposed Avengers Tower. A novel, unexpected perk of having randomly met Yelena in a drugstore about a year ago. She’d been in New York for some odd job at the time, and had been in the drugstore by your apartment, buying gauze and painkillers. You’d gone in on a whim on your way home from work, needing some vitamin supplements, which happened to be in the same aisle she’d been in. You remember complimenting her on her hair, and how it had started up a conversation, which had led to an exchange of numbers and lots of subsequent texting. Her job didn’t allow for much time to see one another in person, but it allowed for texts and facetimes paired with nightly drinks and debriefs.

You were happier now that Yelena’s permanent home seemed to have become New York, because it meant way more chances to actually hang out. But she loved to leech off of your apartment’s proximity to a really nice bakery with high quality bakes. Even worse, she’d brought a box of brownies back to the Tower once and the one leech had turned into six.

The ‘New Avengers’, as they were now known, had even added you to some new group chat with a primary function to beg you for more desserts from the bakery. At this point, you felt like you should be getting paid at least a little something for delivery of goods to a bunch of superhumans.

The group chat had lit up with messages at around noon today with Alexei, Yelena and John asking for yet another box of chocolate chip cookies. Ava had followed by sending a prayer emoji, and Bucky had sent a thumbs up, which was his way of signalling that he agreed with the request. You’d decided to take pity on them, because they’d been on a rough mission a mere few days ago and you hadn’t seen them since their return. 

When the elevator finally opened on the right floor, you were surprised by the serene silence that greeted you. Maybe they’d all finally managed to broker some sort of ‘silent time’ deal, which you were sure Bucky in particular would enjoy. You looked around as you walked further into the open room.

“… Hello?”

A head popped out from behind a wall.

“Hey!” Bob replied, shooting her a sort of hesitant and confused smile.

“Oh, Bob! Hi… are the others.. here…? I got the cookies they begged for.”

He frowns slightly.

“Did you not check your phone…? I texted in the group chat a while ago. They sort of left on an urgent mission two hours ago.”

Your face falls.

“Oh. I didn’t check… I just went right after work.” You groan slightly, throwing your head back to look up at the ceiling in annoyance.

“Hey, hey… it’s fine, you know. They should be back tomorrow, anyways. The cookies will still be fresh.” He reassures you with a bashful smile, standing up from the armchair he’d grown fond of reading in.

You nod in response, moving over to the kitchen to set the box of cookies on the marble counter right as Bob approaches.

“You could stay.” He offers furtively.

You chance a glance at him.

“No. I mean, I wouldn’t want to impose. I’m sure it’s peaceful here without them-”

“It’s actually pretty lonely… Quiet has always made me antsy. I don’t know how you live alone and stuff.” He admits.

“Yeah… I get you. Sometimes I freak out by how quiet my place is, too. Makes it real easy for thoughts to spiral.”

Your gazes meet and you share a small smile.

“… How are you feeling? Not… joining them yet?” You ask cautiously.

He shakes his head.

“I’ve been doing better lately…” He spares a glance to you. “But… yeah, some days are harder. Just… don’t wanna risk…” He clears his throat as he trails off.

You nod and move to gently pat his shoulder, but stop short, catching yourself. You knew Bob could be a bit hesitant with physical touch with people he didn’t really know. You didn’t want to assume the amount of space you took up in his life, and so you retracted your hand slowly, acting as if you’d gone to pick some lint off his clothing.

He smiles as he sees what you were wanting to do, his cheeks warming just slightly.

He clears his throat.

“Really. Please stay for dinner. Or a movie, or something. I was dreading having another dinner alone anyway. I can cook for us.”

You smile at his generous offer.

Out of all of them, you found that besides Yelena, Bob had been the easiest for you to befriend. He didn’t open up very easily. Well, none of them did, really, but he was more particular about how he went about it. And obviously, he’d have bad days where no one could really get as much of a word out of him, so the friendship between the two of you took patience more than anything else. However, it was evident that you both wanted it to work, and when it worked, it was great.

“Yeah? You’re becoming the Tower’s very own housewife, huh?” You tease, looking over to the empty sink and the loaded drying rack.

“Hey, superheroes never talk about their house cleaner, but their asses would be toast without one.” He boasts, opening the fridge to look at the ingredients.

He tilts his head, his shaggy brown hair bouncing slightly with the motion.

“Uhh…” He pauses, assessing his options. “Do you feel like chicken?”

You snort.

“Is that all you guys have in that massive fridge?”

He shuffles some things around in the fridge, checking for more dinner possibilities.

“…Um, okay, yeah. There’s also a box of takeout from Ava that is slowly going bad. Might’ve grown legs by now.” He says, popping his head out from behind the fridge door to shoot you a playful grin.

You make a face.

“Chicken, please.”

He gives you that sort of endearing side smirk he tends to do as he pulls the chicken out of the fridge. You, on the other hand, move to dispose of Ava’s takeout. From the smell of it, it really could have grown legs. And ran a marathon with them, too.

You chat amicably as he cooks, making amicable small talk.

“Did you learn to make this dish from your time as a sign slinging chicken?” You ask as you set the table for the two of you.

He groans and throws his head back while stirring the chicken as it cooks in a pan.

“Why did I ever let Yelena spread that part of my CV around?”

“Spread it around? It’s only me, Bob.” You laugh.

He raises a brow. “Dangerous enough, if you ask me.”

“I’m not a secret agent or something. So don’t worry, I won’t spread that sensitive information around.”

He huffs.

“Not why it worries me that you know about that.”

“Why then?” You tilt your head. “Oh, is it because you’re scared I’ll want to see pictures? Wait. Do you still have the costume? Because if that’s the case-”

“Oh, nah. The original one had to be burned because I threw up while wearing it. Meth. And stuff.”

You burst into laughter, and he turns his head to look at you as you do, a smile making it onto his face, too.

“Okay, just the pics, then.”

“Uh huh. I’ll try to scrounge some footage up for you. But only if you swear a blood oath not to spread it around to the fellow sign slingers here. They can’t learn my technique, y’know.”

The banter flows easily, and it all feels comfortable. It’s like the minimalistic décor of this floor of the Tower turns colourful and bright and grows wings and the whole room gets warmer. Being here, with Bob, feels like getting hugged by the very air you two breathe in.

Just as you’ve started to dig in, you ask something that’s come to mind while sitting at the dinner table.

“How does your dynamic even work? All of you, I mean. Is it more… family like now? Awkward family dinner? What are we talking?”

He snorts, his fork halfway to his mouth.

“Awkward family dinner…” He mulls it over. “Yeah, I guess. I mean… we try. There’s usually at least someone missing from the table, but I think… yeah, I think we all try in our own way to make something of this place, to make it more ours. Not just like… for each individual, y’know? Think we’ve all been alone for too long to keep that up.”

You don’t even know why you asked him that, but it relieves you to hear that they all try for each other. That they, that Bob, isn’t alone anymore. You nod your head, smiling softly.

“… Is it ever lonely for you to live alone? I mean… I dunno if you have friends coming over often or something…” He says, taking a bite of food right as he finishes speaking, as if to keep himself busy.

“I mean, I have some friends coming over, sure. ‘Lena when she’s feeling particularly annoyed by you guys. No offense. Or other friends, yeah. But it’s not constant or too often. So yeah, I guess it gets lonely sometimes. Winter is worst, I find. The shadows feel longer somehow. Creepy.”

He nods, seeming perturbed by something.

“So… like no… no… permanent visitors to your apartment lately?” He asks casually, though he doesn’t seem quite as nonchalant as he might be trying to be.

You purse your lips.

“Well, nah… I’ve been busy with work, so I haven’t really had time for any sort of hangouts or anything. Is that what you meant?”

He nods quickly, quickly eating another forkful. His shoulders seemed lighter all of a sudden.

“Cool. Cool, yeah. Not the work adding up, I mean. But just the… yeah.” He shuts up after that.

You smirk down at your plate in confused amusement, and you two finish off your dinner in pleasant, if not somewhat awkward, silence.

You settle in on the couch after washing up post-dinner. You sit in the middle of the couch, with lots of space to spare on either side, but Bob seems content to sit pretty close to you. You find that you don’t mind. You let Bob pick the movie, and he ends up settling on some sort of slasher film from the 90s.

As the movie starts building up the scares, you feel him shuffle closer to you just slightly.

“… S’okay if you’re scared.” He says softly, moving his hand over the back of the couch in a slightly laggy move, as if pushing through resistance.

You look over at him.

“I’m okay for now.” You reassure him with a small smile. “Is this you saying you’re scared?”

“Wha- No. Nah.” He says with a little huff. “I mean… I’ve seen this before, so it’s fine.” He admits sheepishly, the bravado dropping slightly.

Your laughter makes the back of your head hit his arm softly. You pause, and look over at him, only to find him watching you with a small smile on his face, making his smile lines show.

You feel warm all over again and move to pull away.

“No… stay. Please.” He whispers, not moving at all.

“Are you sure?”

He nods.

“Yeah. Yeah, I want you to. I want- yeah.”

You nod and sit up slightly, just so you can sit more comfortably, letting his forearm cushion the back of your neck. You make a point of putting all your effort into going back to watching the movie afterwards. Bob returns his focus to it, too, but when he adds commentary to it now, you can sort of feel more of a confidence, maybe even some smugness, coming from him. You think it suits him.

[spitdrunken]

'Ant' Tenna x Reader (Deltarune)

Notes: Horror undertones, but they're for things Tenna also does canonically. Happy ending...? I keep seeing people saying that this guy is going to be the new Tumblr sexyman, but I don't see anyone being feral about him yet. So. Here you go.

You’d gotten the TV from Toriel, practically for free. She’s well-known in the little town you’re renting a single-room apartment in, and had practically insisted you take it. (“My son… Is also a student, but he moved out. If he needed something, I would be happy knowing he got help from someone too,” she’d told you with a smile.)

Because, yeah, you are a struggling student, with a commute lasting about 4 hours a day, but you couldn’t afford any other place and were desperate enough to get away from home to take it. The town is beautiful and quiet, the rent is dirt cheap and the people are nice, though you can tell it’s not the same compared to if you had grown up here.

Your half a day long commute prevents you from doing much socializing, you’re always thinking about what time you’ll be home, how busy it’ll be on the roads and what the hell you’re going to be eating for dinner that night. Though, to be fair, even without that added hurdle you’ve never found approaching people the easiest. Like, ever. So, you spend a lot of time in your apartment, alone, doing homework or being online, either on the couch or in bed (which, considering they’re in the same room, kind of feel like the same thing). And, now, you have a television to add for entertainment.

It’s old. Toriel had warned you about ‘images that wouldn’t leave the screen’, and as soon as you turn the thing on there’s clear burn-in from the logos of kid’s tv channels and other things, an unfadeable memory. You can’t do a whole lot with it except watch cable… It doesn’t even have a HDMI port.

Still, you’re thankful for it and the old game consoles you’d brought with you from home out of pure nostalgia. Now you can finally dust them off and use them, remember what you loved about those games you played for hours and hours, on your own, as a kid. It feels warm and you find yourself smiling, face illuminated by the screen’s light.

But it always comes to an end. You turn it off, eyelids drooping, and the stress of your day-to-day with its rising expenses, loneliness, student debt and an already dead future career, rushes back to you all at once. You don’t want to leave your room, sometimes. It’s crushing. You don’t have any say in the matter, though, so you get up and keep going, every day practically the same. With a flicker of hope that it will, eventually, someday, get better. That’s what you’ve always been told.

One night, you fall in sleep in front of your television and have the strangest dream, one that feels as real as reality but surely cannot be. There, you’re chaperoned by a man(?) named ‘Ant’ Tenna, treated like the star of the show, the contestant in a quiz that has questions tailored specifically to your personal niche knowledge, and you absolutely blow it out of the park.

You’re not used to being the center of attention like this… Even if the crowd seems more like a mass of moving audience members, rather than actual people. Your knees are trembling for the first five questions and, even after, you struggle and stutter from time, but the host never calls you out on it. It’s surprisingly… Nice. To get this attention, to feel like you’re being acknowledged.

You linger after the show is over, unsure of what to do in the Green Room. You’re not really hungry or tired, which makes sense considering you surely must be dreaming. You wander outside, led by red carpet, and almost run straight into Tenna. He’s huge, absolutely towering over you, easily twice your height. You pull and tug a bit at your clothes as you crane your neck and smile up at him. “I wanted to say—Um, thanks for having me, mister Tenna! It was… Really fun!” Bright, white teeth shine at you from the screen that is his face. He folds his hands behind his back and leans forward, just a little. “Oh, sweetheart, just Tenna is fine! We don’t have to be all formal with each other, do we? I already feel like I know you so well!” You feel a little bit of heat rising to your face. The quiz had been perfectly finetuned to your interests… But that all makes sense, considering this is all happening in the safe confines of your brain, and this man is just a figment of your imagination. It’s all good. Tenna claps his hands in front of his body and you’re jolted from your thoughts. “If you were having such a good time, how about another round?”

And you do. You play and win at a whole variety of games, until your head is spinning—The dream seems to drag on, and on and on. More than anything, you’re having a good time shooting quips back and forth with Tenna, feeling seen and listened to. You don’t think anyone has ever laughed this hard as something you’ve said… Ever? It’s certainly flattering, to say the least, to have someone be so interested in you.

All good things must come to an end, though, and eventually you do get tired, and the life that you had temporarily left behind starts calling to you again. In your mind, it’s inevitable, so you might as well get it over with.

“Leave?” It’s the first time Tenna’s smile wavers during your… Day? Session. “But we’ve been having so much fun—” He laughs, stuttering over part of the noise. “Why do you want to leave?” His hand drums on the back of his head, making a dull clanking noise. “I can think up some more games, some more fun quizzes?!” Tenna’s voice shoots up in pitch. “We can save that for next time?” You say with a smile. This notion, the thought that you’d like to return, seems to settle Tenna somewhat. His hand drops back to his side, swaying back and forth. “Oh! You’d like to return… I mean, of course you would!” He beams at you. “I’ll—I’ll have some more time to think things over, for them to marinate! It’ll be great!!” “Yeah,” you say, a little breathless. “Thanks. Again. This was fun. I don’t…” you trail off and swallow. “I don’t really talk to a lot of people anymore. So this was really nice. Thank you.” You don't know why you say it. Perhaps because you don't think any of this is real. You've never been this vulnerable around anyone in real-life. Before you completely realise what’s happening, he lowers himself in a crouching position and pulls you into a tight hug. “I know,” he says softly. “I know. Me neither.”

You wake up with a sore neck and dried spit on your chin. It takes you a while to will your body to move. It’s heavy and sluggish. Unlike other dreams you’ve had, it remains crisp in your mind as ever. The world around you seems more gray-toned than ever in comparison to the bright colours and flourishes of the world you’d entered as you were dreaming… One where you didn’t have to worry about anything, with someone who has eyes just for you. Well, if he has eyes at all. Maybe that kind of saying would be considered offensive.

When you fall asleep that night, you do it on the couch in the exact same position, as if that were the reason behind the dream you had the night before. It takes ages for you to drift off. Embarrassingly enough, you’re so excited that your heart keeps racing. You fall asleep, going there again and again, a personal little place of peace you return to every single night. Maybe it’s all some kind of illusion your brain has conjured up to help you to cope and, if that’s the case, you could still have peace with it. You drag yourself through the days for the nights that offer relief.

“Why don’t you just stay here?” Tenna asks, eventually, uncharacteristic in his stillness. He’s an entertainer by his very nature. Even when he’s not on the stage, he’s always moving, always loud, always working to keep your attention on him. Now, he grabs your interest with nothing but quiet. “I know you’ll come back. You have so many times, but—Why even leave? What’s still waiting for you out there? A bleak future? People who don’t appreciate you? Stay with me…” For the first time since you met him, Tenna physically shrinks down in size, becoming close to your height. His head is hung low. “Please. I’d like, no, love for you to stay.” You reach up and stroke the glass of his face. “Me too. I’ll do it.” “You promise?” “Yeah. Definitely.”  He swoops you up and you screech as he suddenly increases in size once again, carrying you high up in the air all at once. As he breaks out in silly, impromptu dance moves, laughter bubbles up from your throat and fills your entire body. This is a happy ending, you tell yourself, though a little lingering bit of doubt retains. (Is this the easy way out? Have you chosen stasis over a life of infinite possibilities?) But… Well, if it’s lazy or weak or too easy, you decide that you deserve an easy life.

[midnight-in-town]

ANE 158 or how to do character developments right

It's no news that I'm a big fan of Kato-sensei's writing [x][x][x] but the current arc is full of great examples that she specifically rocks dynamics between her characters. :D

Starting with the tumultuous friendship between Izumo and Shiemi that really blossomed throughout the story, ending on full sorority and support from one girl to the other.

But also Izumo's friendship with Shiemi helped her getting closer to the other members of the Exwires, which really gives a different vibe to Izumo's character compared to the beginning of the story.

Obviously, the fact that we targeted her family issues during the first Illuminati arc is also part of the explanation, but Sensei spent a lot of time giving focus to Izumo's developing friendships (and love of romance and drama haha) since then.

Then, we finally reached an understanding between Rin and Shiemi vis-à-vis their romantic feelings for each other and how they have so much on their shoulders and riding on who they are (origin wise) that it always takes a long time for them to fully confront each other, eyes to eyes.

Considering, where we started, with a bigger bond between Yukio and Shiemi than Shiemi and Rin, Kato ends up speaking throughout the story about youth pressure in a very adult world, but in the end, true feelings prevail and war matters less than love.

Rin even asking for consent, what a guy ! (◕‿��✿)

Thanks Mephy for good advice for once !

(could have fooled me)

And lastly, the complex but beautifully heartwarming bond between Rin and Yukio. Personally, reading the chapter, I was particularly glad about two things.

First, Yukio realizing he's not jealous, because he's not in love with Shiemi (anymore ? never was ? it's probably hard to define) :

In my opinion, there has always been a genuine friendship between Yukio and Shiemi but, because Shiemi was his first real friend with whom he could be himself and with whom he found understanding, he put a lot expectations on how special it was to him, without realizing that what he needed was to find more friends to lean upon and share his burdens with (because, despite all his achievements, he's still 16).

So what Yukio probably mistook as romance was simply enjoying the friendship of someone who could appreciate who he truly was, when he was starting to immensely detest himself. In this chapter, after everything he went through, I'm very glad he realized that he's not hurt nor envious and that he can be happy for Rin and Shiemi, because he's a good guy.

Second thing, a part of me actually wonders whether or not Rin probably didn't understand what Shiemi was trying to say at first because inwardly, and probably unconsciously, he was scared it would hurt Yukio and their latest reconciliation :

But when Yukio told him "actually I'm not angry at all", Rin became emotionally available to finally truly listen to what Shiemi was trying to say (even if she did indeed try harder to confess to him, haha, good for her ! What a Queen !).

It's all up in the air, but I enjoy this idea that Rin was scared to understand what Shiemi meant if that led to more conflict with Yukio, because sibling love is different but as important as romantic love, and Rin was never going to be happy if it came at the cost of Yukio's own happiness (again, they're 16 and they went through a lot).

It's like, for a chapter or two, the battle against Satan going berserk and the Illuminati doesn't matter anymore. Well done, as always, Kato-sensei !

To quote Izumo & Mephy:

they're such a #mood

And very important last panel :

#cuties

[orxinus]

I can’t get your Euclidia Rises AU out of my head! I can’t wait to see where the story goes!

I just keep thinking about how freaking ANGRY Ford is going to be when the “medicine” Bill’s parents keep spiking his milk with finally kicks in and suddenly his artsy little triangle boyfriend can’t SEE anymore.

I mean think about it. Just think about how freaking important Bill’s vision is to him, in this AU particularly. Because if he can’t see, then he can’t see the stars, can’t see the other dimensions Ford wants to show him, can’t even see FORD anymore. Like just imagine how freaking lonely that would be for both of them. Because if Bill can’t see, then he can’t see the third dimension, so he can’t see Ford when he stops by to check on him, floating above his home all the time like a giant foreboding Eldrich “guardian angel,” and he can’t find his way through the portal and out of Euclydia to spend time with Ford either. And for that matter he can’t make art anymore, on the second OR third dimensions, which is the one thing he loves to do more than anything. Or at least the aforementioned things are going to be really difficult for him. And he’s not even going to have his parents because he’s going to be angry and hurt and resentful of them for doing that to him in the first place. While also possibly pulling away from his other friends as well because he’s resentful of the whole world/system that led his parents to do this to him, and he just wants to see Ford again: the only being he’s ever met who understands him.

Meanwhile imagine Ford popping in above Euclydia just to like, check on Bill be cheeky and mess with Bill a little while he’s going about his day, and for some reason when he looks down and waves, Bill doesn’t respond. Like, imagine what goes through his head.

Is he ignoring me? How dare he ignore me? Have I upset him again? He was fine when we said goodbye last time. So why does he look so upset? Wait, can he not see me?! What happened?! WHAT DID THEY DO?!?!

In this AU Ford is likely trying to hide how much Bill actually matters to him, just like Bill did to Ford in canon Gravity Falls, but that’s Ford’s only friend right there. Like yes, this is Megalomaniac basically-a-god Ford, so I can definitely see Ford coming up with a solution almost immediately. Like imagine him being forced into a position where after he finally gets Bill in front of him again, (because Bill leaving Euclydia is going to be so much harder without his vision) he has to actually show some empathy and console Bill enough so that the triangle isn’t in hysterics anymore, before whipping up some miracle cure to restore his vision. (Also assuming they’re also toxic in this AU, Ford might also use this incident to manipulate Bill later.)

-But not before getting really angry that anyone would do that to his triangle in the first place. Partly because he doesn’t like seeing Bill in pain (not that he’ll ever admit that) but also partly because of indignation, his own pride, and possibly even a streak of possessiveness. Like, “He’s mine, and he’s perfect. The only worthwhile thing on your pathetic little flat plane of existence. How dare you?” (Not that he’ll admit that either)

Just saying. Fordsy is gonna lose his SHIT.

(Or he might not. It’s your amazing story. And your phenomenal artwork! I can’t wait to see where it goes! Keep up the incredible work!!!)

interesting think piece! unfortunately i will be imploding in the next 5 seconds

[yanfluffery]

Platonic Yan!Older brother!Izuku + Shoto (separate) with Kid sibling!Reader

Order placed by : Anon :]

I had a little trouble because this is my first time writing for Shoto, which surprised me, but I think I did a good job! Hope you enjoy!!

IZUKU MIDORIYA / DEKU

☆ He was so excited when he first learned he was going to have a younger sibling. Even more so when you actually came home. Holding you gently in his arms just like he’d had practice. And when he looked into your eyes it was set, he wasn’t going to let anything happen to you. Ever.

☆ He never likes seeing you hanging out by yourself, he wants to make sure you don't feel like an outcast like he did growing up. But if you start seeing your friends more than him he starts to get a little jealous.

☆ He didn’t like it whenever you hung around Katsuki especially. But was too afraid to say anything about it. Though he would try his hardest to keep you away from him.

☆ Keeps every single thing you make and whatever you give him in a special box. It’s all precious to him, he even brought it with him when he moved into the dorms. When they were doing the dorm competition he was guarding his closet like a hawk. Almost snapped at Hagakure for trying to look inside.

☆ Speaking of the dorms, Izuku was very reluctant about moving out. He didn’t want to just leave you behind! He made you promise to call him everyday and update him on everything. Was literally in tears when you forgot to call him one night because you fell asleep.

☆ No matter how big you get he’ll always find an excuse to carry you around. You’re safest when you’re in his arms. One of his main motivations when training is to be able to lift you with ease.

☆ If you come to him with a problem he’ll always be ready to listen. If it’s a problem with another person, like someone’s picking on you, he’s already planning all the different ways he could take care of them while you rant to him. He has a notebook where he writes down all the violent thoughts whenever it comes to that. Just to get it out of his system so he doesn’t do anything too crazy.

“Hey, [name], I was worried you weren’t going to answer! You’ve been eating well right, drinking enough water? Good… don’t scare me like that again, ok? I care about you a lot.”

SHOTO TODOROKI / SHOTO

☆ When he heard that you were joining the family he didn’t know how to react. But he knew one thing, he didn’t want you to go through what he had. Doing everything in his power to keep you away from Enji.

☆ Whenever he could, Shoto would sneak away from Enji to hang out with you. Even if he couldn’t hang out with his other siblings he would make time for you. You were just a baby, an adorable one at that.

☆ Since you both were the youngest members of the family you went to the same school most of your life. Meaning you got to walk home together each day, which Shoto loved. It got to be just you two for a while! Yes, he purposely led you both down a longer path away from the rest of your siblings. He just wants to spend time with you.

☆ He does things so that you would make him your favorite sibling. Buying you gifts for no reason, helping you with your homework, if you ever need anything he’s there. He wants to be the one you look up to the most.

☆ Called you after the sports festival to hear what you thought. Your opinion matters most to him really. He also made sure to reassure you that he was ok after he passed out. He never wants you to worry, especially not about him.

☆ Shoto would never ever lay a hand on you, not even in a playful manner. You could playfully hit him all day long but he’d never fight back.

☆ He promises himself to give you a better life than the one you both grew up with. His plan for the future when he becomes a pro hero is to live with you and spoil you rotten. Keep you safe and away from the danger outside. And he won’t take no for an answer.

“I bought you that figure that you were talking about a few days ago. Hm? Yeah I know that it was expensive, don’t worry about it. I just wanna make you happy.”

[quickreaver]

I caught the show, Season 1, at its first summer re-run cycle, the year the show premiered. I remember thinking that I'd missed the first airing and would wait to catch it when it started up again in re-runs before the premier of a second season, as TV used to do back in the day. (I mean, still does, but we didn't have ways to record back then.) Because I'm an Old, I wasn't totally sold from the jump. Thought it might be too “teen ghost chasers” for my jaded self, but I do remember being impressed by Mary's toasty demise: “They actually went there?? Oh ho!” And while the pilot piqued my curiosity pretty hard, I wasn't quite on-board. After Episode2, though? Hooked like a trout. The spark between the leads was undeniable. Period. And it was set in the America where I was raised. Midwestern gothic. These characters were people I knew, I grew up with. Stir in the urban legends and horror? I'd always been a creepy kid, ever since I discovered Stephen King at eleven, so all this stuff slotted together seamlessly for me. (I had also really been into Star Wars, the first three original movies, and to find out later that Han and Luke were the prototypes for Dean and Sam? Color me unsurprised!) Jump ahead four-ish years. I was obliviously unaware of the existence of fandom—despite being a relatively nerdy sort—but somewhere around 2009 I picked up a SPN tie-in novel and … it wasn't great. Which led me to look for other SPN extras and lo and behold, LiveJournal! What is this thing you call a “fanfic”? WELL. My gateway drug to the SPN fandom was the work of Ratherastory, and their delicious gen hurt/comfort fics. I screwed up the courage to DM them and ask a few questions. The rest, as they say, is history.

Thus far, no other show/book/movie/whatever has snagged me like SPN. I came close with the 'Interview with the Vampire' books, but Anne Rice, bless her heart, put the kibosh on that. Dug the movie, really love the series, but I don't feel compelled to participate in the fandom, except to drool over the scrumptious fanart. While the SPN fandom has been a mixed bag of joy and frustration, its vines are tangled up in my life and probably always will be in some fashion. Met some amazing folks, ran a bunch of events, been to a handful of conventions, it's opened some doors work-wise, taken up more time than it probably should've, but leaving now would feel like cutting off a limb.

supernatural summer: week one

How'd you start watching the show? What made you first fall in love with it? What was the first episode you saw, which was the first one you loved? How’d you get into the fandom? 

Share answers to any of these, favorite show-style introductions, or just something to celebrate Season 1 by using @spn20 in your post or sending in an ask or submission.

[highfantasy-soul]

I usually don't post about The Bad Batch, but here's at least one post about it: I will be SO IMPRESSED if they actually keep Tech dead!

One of the main sticking points I had with the entire concept of the show and the 'reject clones' (ugh I hate that they're called that and I WILL NOT call them anything to do with 99, they don't deserve it) was that they undercut everything I found interesting about the clones. The idea that everyone has been created to be the same, yet they still clawed for their own identities within the sterile and controlled ranks, they were just normal guys - no special powers up against those with the force and machines of war, they followed orders - even when they knew it would lead to tragedy or wasn't what they thought was right they still had to do what they were told, the fact that they failed - a lot, and one of the biggest things: they DIED.

They were literally created to be cannon fodder to DIE and be replaced by the exact same model time and time and time again. We would get to know a new group of clones for ONE episode, but when they died, we still felt it - though they were created to be red shirts to die and non one to think about them again, the writers of the Clone Wars showed that they mattered - each and every one of them. That they still clung to individuality and companionship with one another even though they knew they were destined to die in this war and be replaced without a second thought.

The Bad Batch flew in the face of this: they were a group of superheroes we were supposed to feel bad for? They didn't follow anyone's orders, no one had ever died from their group, and they looked down on 'regs' as less than them. And of course, they were resistant to the chips in their brains because they're just so special.

So, if they actually keep Tech dead, it would be such a ballsy move that would turn the tone of the show on it's head. Suddenly, the Bad Batch would no longer have plot armor, they'd be just like any other clones (I mean, not really, but closer than they ever had been before).

I'm pretty sure they'll reveal he was saved by the empire and experimented on a la the special assassin units they just introduced (or like Echo), but if they actually stick with it, I'll have so much respect for the show.

[evelynpr]

Why the fuck are there roller skates, dubstep, stage lighting, an LED screen, and all kinds of modern technology in Xilonen's trailer??? I thought Fontaine had the most advanced technology next to Schneznaya and arguably Sumeru, and every instance of high-end technology we have seen leaned more towards machinations with gears, magic, alchemy, essentially fantasy styled sci-fi???

The disrespect towards Native American and African cultures is enough to piss me off already, but it even goes against Genshin's own consistency with its fantastical world design..and for what? Just so you can have this...pop and gamer aesthetic???

Just look at these two bubbly and optimistic characters for me okay

Yoimiya's design isn't the most respectful and accurate representation of a Japanese firework craftsman, but at least you can damn tell she is Japanese. The large ribbons, hair accessories, tassels, leg covering, tattoo design, shoe style, and fabric patterns all allude to this (I apologize for not knowing the exact terminologies for these, this needs further research).

Then there's Mualani who has...what? Please do correct me if I am wrong here, but her character must be inspired by the real Mualani, a Hawaiian Chiefess. Additionally, her tribe's specialty is in tourism and vacationing, which further leads into the idea that she and her tribe are based off of Hawaii despite the known issues regarding Hawaii and tourism (if there are any good sources that summarize the issue, please do lmk).

I am not too familiar with Hawaiian culture, but there really is nothing about her design that reads as Hawaiian, or even just traditional, to me. What about a 2 piece swimsuit with bows and tails, a bow + braids + ponytail hair style, combat gloves (?), and an entire neon shark, is Hawaiian???

The characters, their designs, and their trailers, are just so culturally disconnected from their real life counterpart that it's even disconnected to Genshin's own world building and design. How the fuck is the fashion trend in Natlan denim pants. I feel like the only parts of Natlan that feel like Genshin Impact and culturally inspired are the in-game music and landscapes (God bless Hoyo-mix and the world designers).

[stopmyhearts]

all of this stuff was somehow easier back when I didn't care about myself

[v0idsp3rson]

I don't know how I met most of my moots.

The first few were all Kai, Kai, Kai2, K4i, and Kai.

then along came me actually using the internet and ppl started reblogging things and I met some people and it just kinda went on form there( meeting people being they reblog me, I reblog them, eventually become moots, never speak to eachother)

Halloween boopening started a chaos I don't even want to unpack. Like, three different moots from that, one of which I think was from it but can't be sure, ended up becoming a reblog moot(what I call a moot that comes into my house and sells things), and now I don't know anything anymore.

Honestly Minecraft rp and fan blogs is just one big Mafia family. I found one roleplay blog, saw it interacting with other roleplay blogs, found fanblogs, the fanblogs interact with more fanblogs, they're all apparently mutuals, they all know each other, they all know this one specific artist that gifts them art from time to time, and within all that is a couple of mutuals I stumbled upon. I literally just clicked a random button and became mutuals with someone and got blasted in the face with a bunch of other blogs. Idk how it happened. They all got ties, its one big mafia family.

And then there's the two other reblog moots that I became moots with because they're cool and I just realized i'm actually not moots with one of them they just reblog my posts.

[moe-broey]

Some. Sort of spectrum. From most likely to least likely.

And by kitten-pile I mean This

I'll put a transcript under cut for easier reading! 🫡

How Likely Are They to Kitten Pile?

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Mirabilis: "are you tired..? do you need a break...? ohh we could take one together..."

If she likes/trusts you even a little, she wants to cuddle about it!!!

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Sharena and Peony: "Okay! 💖 Yay! 💖"

Shari: The only thing stopping her is social conventions -- making her MORE likely to jump at the opportunity!

Peony: Learning social awareness as she goes, and is surprisingly good at it?

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Triandra: "Aren't we a bit old for that...? But... even so..."

Embarrassed, conflicted, but feels strangely nostalgic at the notion...

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Plumeria: "I'm not so petal-soft that I'd resort to such INDECENCY, I mean even if your intentions are Pure USE YOUR HEADS YOU FOOLS!! Girl, the IMPLICATIONS!!!"

Desperately wants to join the kitten-pile, but her Issues and Pride gets in the way.

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Moe: "aw, so cutes!"

Generally touch adverse, extremely picky even with the people it likes/loves -- everything is entirely on its terms.

[my-current-obsession]

Something I've always been curious about is how people settle on a favorite love interest in the Rune Factory games. I see a lot of general discussions and polls about "who is your favorite" but not "WHY is your favorite", so I thought I'd finally put the question out myself.

For me personally, a lot goes into my overall opinion of each character. My first impression is based heavily on their appearance. You get a rough idea of their personality after only a few conversations. And the longer you play, the more you get to know them - especially as you do their specific events. But do they have a unique relationship with the protagonist, and if so, what makes it stand out? And how does that relationship change once you're actually dating or married?

Is there something about their marriage event (or the wedding itself) and/or newlywed mode that makes it stand out or do you like it just because it's more of the character and relationship you're already attached to? As an example, I think that Kiel's marriage event is honestly fantastic and really elevates him for me... but that one aspect isn't enough to put him above certain other characters.

In the case of RF4, I also think the mechanics play a big role. You can't progress Doug's affection past level 3 until you beat Act 2, which means it's probably a few weeks after that (most likely when you're starting Rune Prana) before you can even DATE him. Meanwhile you could absolutely be MARRIED to almost anyone else by then. Leon has a slight disadvantage by being the last love interest available. Anyone with more than one prerequisite event has a disadvantage, particularly Margaret who needs FOUR RANDOMLY HAPPENING events before you can put a ring on it. On the other hand there is Dolce, who in Special has her one prereq prioritized so you'll always trigger it, making her the easiest person to marry in the game. How much does any of that impact you? I know that as much as I do like Doug and Margaret, I'm hesitant to go for them since I either have to wait for a long time to even have a relationship or risk never being able to marry unless I save scum the town events.

So yeah, in my case I obviously have a combination of all of these things to determine my ultimate favorites. I'd say the first two options is how I had my "early" favorites who I immediately liked, whereas options 4-6 is what settled their final placements in my heart. How about you? Do you take everything into account like I do or does one aspect rule above the rest?

[alangdorf]

(sorry for leaving y’all in suspense I was grocery shopping) Surprise!! I accidentally got into Len’en like two weeks ago. Whoops! I got ideas for cool drawings to do with each of the BPoHC shrine team members (and you-know-who, ofc, but that one might be… weird lol), but Tsubakura gets to go first cause theirs is the simplest; just greyscale + red color scheme with a split background and the pose is mostly random (maybe they’re squishing Tsurubami’s little eye thing? Idk). Very pleased with how everything worked out; the line for the eye is exactly where the dividing line for the background was and the way I managed to make the vest corseted while not changing the ribbon placement is just perfect. Although I did make their hat smaller out of the aforementioned cowardice also that thing is hard to draw

[feastingonchrist]

Freedom in Christ 🥹✝️🕊️

so i have recently realized two things about myself that after putting them together it makes a lot of sense as to why i battle carrying out what the Lord has me doing and how it effects my confidence:

1.) as a child, i was always shamed and shut down when i would speak and try to stand up for myself and was accused of having an attitude all the time for it when that was hardly my intentions behind any of it. i think this is a major reason as to why i lack the confidence in communicating with others because of my upbringing, past negative social situations and subconscious/conscious insecurity. i still to this day have a hard time sharing things and speaking what's on my mind whether good or bad in front of my mom and other people. i have always felt so trapped within myself and so when i made the choice to change my mindset and be open to relationship and the freedom that comes with that to connect with others, i have never felt more free (you'll see a testimony later on in this post.)

2.) i also was shamed for expressing my emotions to the point of i would bottle them up because i did not have a healthy way to express and feel through them. i have carried a lot of anxiety, fear, guilt, anger, etc over the years and even some resentment. it's very hard to live like that and when things get tough i often just naturally resort to those feelings. as a teenager, i began feeling super depressed as i was so isolated and had extreme agoraphobia and social anxiety. i will feel that way to this day when i'm going through things that are difficult and out of control and end up hating myself until things get better. i recognize these are areas where God needs to do some healing work and fill me with His love. my mom was also treated this way and never healed and so i've had to do a lot of growing and teaching out of what i've learned that way we can find healing in our household and be more mature and wiser with how we handle things. this is not a post to bash my mom, just sharing the reality of what i have had to deal with and to share with you how it's possible to overcome anything with God on your side! He works in all the details and takes what the enemy meant for evil and turns it to good!!!

here recently, though, i have been feeling a huge release and freedom, in some areas quicker than others, to be able to express myself because i have so much gratitude for what He has been doing for me. the sense of freedom over my words has been crazy and sometimes it feels so supernatural like my mouth is just opening and words are flowing out... i have been smiling so much. i am walking with so much joy and in some relationships, i just feel like a child full of love for them and excitement to see them. i am able to tell them that i love them and express what's on my heart for them. it has opened so many doors of healing for me that i never would've thought possible. i went from wanting community and relationship but being held back by fear, to slowly but surely and so ironically, experiencing love, healing and comfort within relationships as they establish, develop and grow. i think about these people and interactions we've had together and they bring me so much joy and laughter and keep me going because i know exactly where it's coming from (GOD) and all that love is just building up within me so much that i feel like i'm about to explode bc it's so overwhelming! He has shown me His love in ways of pouring it out on me directly, through showing up for me in all ways and i can trust Him more, and through those He has placed in my life. it's cool to see the different ways and stages He has shown me that He loves me. i always sense when He's doing something new and i know He's building some powerful relationships behind the scenes, giving me boldness, new found confidence and being able to be present in the moment rather than overthinking that leads to insecurity and awkwardness, opening me up to vulnerability, self expression and the desire to share what He's done for me (and so much more), and in turn the hopes of blessing others as i discover and practice my spiritual gifts and talents. i don't just love with my feelings but the desire to do so with my actions. just gotta step out in faith and keep showing up (the ongoing theme of my life, apparently! but, hey, i'm learning so much and being made new constantly so it's so worth it!) i'm constantly being evolved into a new creation yet it's so hard to keep up with what He is doing when there are other areas of thinking and being in my mind and flesh that aren't willing yet my Spirit is so that is the only way i am able to keep going.

i have been so inspired by the faith, boldness and passion of those around me that it's been stirring up my Spirit and i'm just so overwhelmed by that as well as the gratitude i have toward God and those who allow themselves to be used by Him because it's helped my faith grow with motivation, excitement and has brought me so much closer to Him and i have such a newfound passion for and connection to the Church than never before. i have always cared deeply for It, but, to experience this love in real life is truly something special. i engaged in community online and that is so important and i will never stop, but if you are able to get plugged into a good church, YOU NEED TO IT'S LIFE CHANGING! my church is my second home and i would live there if i could lol!!!! i'm grateful i get to be there multiple times a week for service and work. my faith has only gotten stronger ever since i showed up one night sort of desperate yet not really expecting too much. God's hand is oh so present there and He is ON THE MOVEEEE AND ISN'T STOPPING ANYTIME SOON.

idk what God is up to because i am only sensing things and seeing some things slowly coming to pass, but what i do know is that i gotta keep walking and i am able to trust Him more and more each day. I see His love for me and how He shows up for me daily with grace. i have seen my life as a Christian without an active faith and with an active faith, and let me tell you.... having an active faith is one of the greatest blessings. we have to walk in obedience and with blind faith despite the fear and we will see Him meet us in the thick of it and guide our steps (Psalm 23). we need to put on the full armor of God every single day and stay in close communion with Him. The enemy tries to attack us in our minds and use our vulnerabilities to throw us off, and it works for a while, but God will ALWAYS lead us back toward Him and bring us peace, clarity, mind renewal, freedom, and give us the fruits of the Spirits needed to daily live our lives. when you start to feel discouraged RUN TO GOD. don't act as if you don't even know Him as you isolate and self sabotage because you know that only makes your situation worse. instead, run to your Father because He will be there with open arms. Return to the Gospel.

(i could say sooooo much more but this is already way longer than intended but i may add on later or end up posting a draft from last night too because i have so much to say. it's a lot of what i have already written here but i cannot for the life of me organize my thoughts and find new ways to write all of this down and come to new revelations of thanksgiving because He is so good and my words can't do my heart the justice it deserves. idk if i'm still processing or that it's just so much i can't contain it all or confine it and reduce it that i have a billion pages typed and written and idk how the heck i'm going to get this letter written for my church but eventually... hopefully soon cause this has to be released lol