#you are always so kind and supportive towards me

[pink-pavlove]

Buckle up babe, I’m ranting again.

MASTERMIND SPOILERS!

okay so I haven’t seen anyone else say this yet so here it goes.

Stolas song in mastermind was obviously him putting on a character, playing a role so Satan and the court would believe he was to blame, not blitz. He plays into the social hierarchy of hell and basically says to satan, you really believe this imp could go behind your back and fool you for so long? If that’s what you want to do, okay blame him.

Pretty expected, self sacrificing stolas stuff.

BUT THEN stolas says something that makes the gears in my brain whirl.

The scene change to give us a glimpse of imps at home watching, they all stare and blink like they are realizing something. Like things are clicking into place. Like SOMEONE just told them to do something and they thought, “hey, that’s a great idea, let’s do that.”

Stolas is not only painting a picture of what went down with the grimoire to trick satan and the court, he’s also playing toward the camera, talking to the hellborn who are watching this unfold from the tvs in their living rooms.

Stolas is basically serving a martyr to them on a silver platter. To me he’s saying, hey! Look! One of your own was about to be murdered for no good reason because people like me are willing to sacrifice your kind for their benefit.

He’s inciting change, revolution. And I think he’s doing it on purpose.

Stolas is the one who inspired the imps to support blitz, to idolize him. STOLAS IS THE REASON FOR BLITZ’S SUDDEN COME UP!

Which gives the line “thanks for saving me stolas.” “Always.” Even deeper meaning because not only has stolas saved him physically, he also just saved his life by giving him the one he always wanted. The life of the most famous imp of all time.

And all Stolas had to do, was lose absolutely everything he ever had. 😭

I am not well. Everything is going to get worse before it gets better. My poor bird boy!

[vaguely-concerned]

My two cents on how much of Mind!Varric is Rook’s mind trying to fill the blank space and how much is Solas actively talking through a convenient blood magic paper doll of the mind: I think it's a mix of both, a truly collaborative psychosocial horrorshow if you would, but waaaay more towards the second. It feels too directed and tactical at times to be anything else. Rook's mind is willing to go along with the denial phase as far as it can fucking carry them to not have to face the grief and regret and does its part in papering over details that don’t make any sense, the way brains will strive to create coherent meaning even out of deeply confusing input, but to my understanding it's a collaborateur in how that plays out, not the instigator or control center. Solas is using it as a path to agency and to gather insight into Rook as a person unguarded as he can't count on in his own guise. (That stoic option that leads to him being like 'oh I see you're cautiously denying me access to your inner life. well. at least you still have Varric to talk to. y'know as an outlet :)'. You absolute BITCH Solas! That alone convinced me that he HAS to have an active hand in it on some level.)

My guess is that it takes considerable effort on Solas’ part to make Mind!Varric do anything more involved or complicated than seeming to sit up in bed and give casual commentary, and that’s why he keeps having eerie five minute shallow pep talks with you before he announces he conveniently needs a nap aaanyway good luck kid you got this haha. When he’s just spouting NPC lines from his bedrest, I’m ready to believe that could be Rook’s mind being allowed to improv lines for him more freely because it’s less about Solas trying to get something out of them or working an angle and more ‘Still here! Still totally alive and fine and the mentor figure you know and love and trust :) don’t even worry about it! Thankfully there is no war in Ba Sing Sei, as we all know’ upkeep work lol. Rook’s mind is allowed to set the tone of Varric, the outlines, but not always the content. 

AND, on a (beautifully fucked up) character psychology level, I feel like Solas is indulging in actually getting to be the good supportive mentor figure to Rook with one hand to assuage the guilt he feels about what he's done -- and what he's going to do -- to them with the other. Same internal logic as he uses in Trespasser about the Qun. ‘Almost everyone is going to die from the course of action I’m doggedly pursuing eventually. But at least I can make their last years happier and freer and kinder than they would have been otherwise. and that kind of makes up for it right. a little bit. doesn't it. doesn't that make it better at least. I need that to make it better)'. Did I really take your beloved mentor and friend from you if you don’t know yet that I did? Some philosophers would argue not really! So it’s probably almost ok actually. Isn’t it even a little noble that I’m taking all this grief and guilt on myself and shielding you for now. With undertones that I’m not sure he would realize himself (and might be mortified by if he did) that he is so incredibly lonely, and even a dishonest and indirect emotional connection is more than nothing when you’re that desperate. In this setup he gets idk. Both the control he craves so incredibly badly in relationships and over himself, and the scraps, the fading afterimages, of intimacy and warmth and companionship, even second hand. The one thing Solas and Rook agree on deep deep down is that they really wish Varric weren't gone. They're handshake memeing this in the saddest and most creepy way possible.

I think an important element too is that Solas needs Rook and their team to *succeed* —  up to a certain point. He needs someone to hold the two other elven mean girls off until he can get out of here. Ideally, in a perfect world, even do all the hard work of killing them so he can swoop in at the end and do his thing when both sides are exhausted and out of resources to stop him, and then Bob’s your uncle! Same logic as he was using with Corypheus, and after that worked out so well, too! King of choosing to never learn from a single solitary mistake he’s ever made even though i fully believe he could have the capacity to Fen’Harel <3 The underlying idea isn’t flawed, you see, it was just unforeseen circumstances getting in the way. This time for sure it’ll all work out the way I cleverly imagined it in my head beforehand. Cue By Talos this can’t be happening etc. in the form of a statue almost crushing him like a bug. 

So he's providing guidance and forging Rook into a leader from two angles: one Rook might not trust, and one they probably will. Shaping them into what he needs slowly and carefully. He’s helping you hone your team into their most effective state, as he might have done with his own agents back in the day, setting up his chess pieces even if he has to squint through two glimpsed realities to do it haha. Pincer maneuver of an insidious stealth mentor you never asked for. Also… at one point mind Varric gives you a whole little monologue about how Solas' problem is that he’s always seen his interpersonal connections as flaws and see where it’s landed him, all alone and the worst part? it hasn’t even worked. it’s all been for nothing he’s back where he began with nothing to show for it but his mistakes. Like...that has such strong 'uh okay happy to play your therapist from two rooms away here what the fuck kind of traumadump is this' energy to me, I’m not sure Rook like. Thinks that much about Solas as a private person. So much of Solas' self-loathing and futile insights into his own flaws seem to shine through in Mind!Varric's dialogue all the time — I just can't believe that there's no guiding hand behind it as it were. 

Most of all. I feel like people underestimate the degree to which Solas is incredibly funny. As in, he has a very consistent and recognizable sense of humour. It’s one of my very favourite things about him. We must remember — it is crucial that we always keep in mind — Orlesian accent and wig Solas from May The Dread Wolf Take You (my beloved, the explanation for why I love this dude even with the. All of the everything else. No one does it quite like him). He is not at all above doing things or adding little flourishes for his own obscure amusement, in fact that seems to me to be one of his most consistent traits. The Randy Dowager Quarterly comment Varric has? The ‘Maybe this is the Dread Wolf’s revenge. Forcing us to house sit for him’ thing? To Me this is 100% Solas amusing himself in his boring Fade jail surrounded by the screaming hellscape of all his regrets. Source: it came to me as divine revelation through pure vibes trust me bro 

If nothing else I find it much more narratively interesting personally if the connection between Rook and Solas really is that defenselessly intimate and entwined (and so unbalanced!), and the sense of violation and invasion and betrayal afterwards consequently all the more nauseatingly intense. Even if you kept him at arm’s length in the open, he’s been under your skin the whole time, looking around, gathering what he needs to destroy you, wearing the face of a friend. Regretfully, probably, but choosing to do it every step of the way anyway. (Sound familiar, Inquisitor? Solas doesn’t have that many tricks when you actually look at it, he keeps returning to old tried and true ones like a dog with a bone haha.) Maybe he even genuinely meant some of it as mercy, which only makes it so much worse. It makes his sin against his own core principles of autonomy and the freedom of all beings in mind, spirit and body so much more juicily grave if it’s something he pursues actively and consistently, rather than it half-falling into his lap as a happy accident mainly orchestrated by Rook’s own subconscious. Solas, too, is at his very lowest point, the closest to giving in and becoming his own antithesis fully that he’s ever been, and it makes the choice of whether you still reach out your hand to him one last time or not all the more impactful and difficult.

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TOJI wasn’t the type to go for frivolous spending, so when he mentioned getting a fireplace installed, you thought it was one of his rare jokes. 

but here you were, nestled in front of a crackling fire in your cozy living room, the warm, woodsy scent of burning logs filling the space. the heaters had always done their job, but this? this was a different kind of warmth, one that seeped into your bones and made everything feel soft and intimate.

except for your very distracting husband, who was parading around like a damn lumberjack with those logs of wood.

“toji, you sure you don’t want me to help?” you asked from the sofa, knowing full well he wouldn’t let you.

he turned his head just enough to flash you that sly grin. “nah, i got it. wouldn’t want ya chippin' a nail or somethin'.”

you rolled your eyes, though your gaze lingered as he bent down to grab another log. his shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, the muscles in his arms flexing as he moved.

goddamn. was it the fire making the room this hot?

he tossed a log into the fireplace with a grunt that shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was, then straightened up, dusting his hands on his pants as he smirked at you.

"enjoying the view?" he asked, his tone casual but dripping with mischief.

you crossed your arms, trying to play it cool despite the heat pooling low in your stomach. "don’t flatter yourself."

“too late,” he said, grabbing another log with exaggerated ease. “you’re practically drooling over there.”

your cheeks burned, and not from the fire. 

this man. he was doing it on purpose now, flexing unnecessarily and tossing you smug glances.

“alright, that’s enough,” you said, standing abruptly and marching over to him.

“what, can’t handle it?” he teased, his grin widening as you grabbed his wrist and tugged him toward the sofa. 

“where’re you taking me?”

“to remind you who’s the boss around here,” you shot back, pushing him down onto the cushions.

toji didn’t resist — he never did when it came to you — but his smirk never wavered. “oh yeah? you’re the boss now, huh?”

you climbed onto his lap, straddling him as you gripped the front of his shirt. “damn right, i am.”

his hands found your hips immediately, fingers digging into your skin through the fabric of your clothes. “bossy looks good on you,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

“yeah?” you leaned in, your lips hovering over his as your fingers trailed down his chest. “then stop flexing those muscles like a show-off.”

“what can i say?” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours. “i like watching you squirm.”

you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a response, pressing your mouth to his in a kiss that was all teeth and heat, swallowing the smug chuckle that rumbled in his chest.

and as the fire crackled behind you, you reminded toji exactly who was in charge. or at least, that’s what you’d keep telling yourself — because with the way his hands roamed your body, you weren’t sure how long you’d stay on top.

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[cort4se]

what’s the worse that could happen?

I wrote this in commemoration of Act 2 coming out! (so like two weeks ago) but why is coming up with a coherent plot so hard help (no actually any help would be amazing)

cw: vi drinks to cope

wc: 1.3k

You took a drink from your glass as you watched the person sitting across from you abruptly get up and begin walking. You sighed, shaking your head as you stood up to follow them. The dark figure swayed down the hall, clearly intoxicated. Overhead lights flickered occasionally, momentarily allowing you to see the blood seeping out of their injuries. You watched as they tumbled over their own steps, occasionally holding on to worn-out walls for support. You walked closely behind. The scent of alcohol radiating off of them overwhelmed your senses, causing your eyes to water a little. You followed close behind till they suddenly stopped, slurring their words, clearly frustrated while quietly mumbling to themselves. You placed your hand on their shoulder and almost ate their right hook.

“Oh, it’s you,” the dark-haired person smiled sweetly at you, pretending they didn’t almost knock all your front teeth out.

“Vi, you’ve got to stop drinking so much,” you groaned, “you can barely walk.” You helped the now exhausted brawler stand up straight, draping her arm over your shoulder.

She thought for a moment before she burped and slurred out, “Uhm..I can walk perfectly fine. Watch.”

You have no idea why she always had to challenge you. You knew that even she knew she couldn't walk on her own. But something inside her always wanted to prove people wrong. She gently pushed past you and began walking until she tripped over her own foot and almost fell flat on her face.

You caught her before she could, rolling your eyes as you attentively trailed your eyes over her figure, looking for any new injuries. “Vi, you’ve got to stop this. You—”

She waved her hand in your face. “Don’t wanna hear it. I’m—” she hiccupped, “I’m healing.”

You gave her a look clearly not in support of whatever kind of healing she was doing.

She took a breath as she began to defend herself, “No, no. Don’t look at me like that. You weren’t there.” Her brows furrowed as she continued, “She hit me, and then she gave me that look and then left. I understand I was in her way, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t let her—”

You rubbed soft circles on her back, calming her down as you held her closer, trying to reassure her. “It’s okay. I understand you don’t have to explain yourself. Just take it easy on the drinks, alright?”

Vi gazed momentarily at the ground before softly nodding her head.

“C'mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”

—————————————— You opened the door to your apartment with one hand still holding onto Vi. She can normally handle her liquor and would’ve sobered up a little by now, but man, she was totally out of it. You lead her towards your couch, helping her sit.

“I’ll get the bath and a change of clothes ready for you.”

“Mhm, thanks,” Vi replied, flashing you a quick smile before shifting around on the couch, trying to make herself comfortable. She took one of the pillows placed on your couch and put it down on her lap.

Before you left you placed a garbage can in front of her in case she threw up while you were away. Which she did a few times on your way here..

She rolled her eyes playfully at the gesture while looking around your apartment, taking note of the paintings you had hung up in your place. It’s been a while since she’d last been here, and although your place hadn’t changed, it felt so different for her to be here.

Vi took note of the new photos you had placed in your living room. A photo of you and another brown-haired girl caught her attention. Her brows pinched together as she closely examined the photo. You and Vi were pretty close, and she knew almost all your friends but she hadn't seen her before, and judging by the picture she looked like more than just a friend.

You later walk in with a towel to see Vi narrowing her eyes at something, she must have been completely focused as she didn't even look up till you placed a hand on her shoulder and called out her name.

"Whatcha got there?" you asked before taking notice of the photo in her hand. You quickly took it from her. Placing it face down on the coffee table with a soft clink. "The bath's ready and I left a change of clothes for you in my room," you handed Vi the towel and like fire on your heels you quickly turned around and left.

Dumbfounded, Vi blankly stared as she watched you leave. She shook her head brushing it off, heading over to clean herself up.

—————————————— Vi didn't take long before she found you in the kitchen.You looked up to the sound of her footsteps and you took notice of her new appearance. Her hair was slightly damp as beads of water rolled off the ends of her black hair. A towel was wrapped around her neck, catching any water droplets. Her skin was slightly damp, making it look almost reflective under the warm lights in the kitchen. Her muscles flexed against the cold hair and her pitfighter makeup was removed. Her dark hair contrasting with her light pale eyes made her look so much more striking. It took everything in you not to gape at how good she looked.

“Soo..” she began as she pulled out a chair to sit across from you, “What was that about?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed. There was no reason for you to get so worked up over a photo. Let alone an old one at that, you excused yourself, “Ugh im sorry. I thought I threw out all the photos of my ex, but I guessed I missed that one. I just hate seeing her face”

Vi’s eyes slightly widened but she tried to keep her composure, she knew you were in a relationship but she had no idea you broke up. Maybe that was her fault though, given how whenever you saw her she was either fighting, passed out or drunk out of her mind. The most surprising thing though, was that you were into women. I mean it's not like she asked but it still caught her off guard.

“Oh,” she began. She bit her lower lip as she thought for a moment “What happened between you two?”

You took a moment before responding but Vi cleared her throat and spoke up before you could. “You don’t have to tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

You shook your head, and smiled softly at her considering your feelings, “No it’s fine. It was a while ago anyway. She kept lying to me about where she was and who she was with. We fought most of the time and overall we just weren't that good together,” you shrugged your shoulders as you played with the apple in your hand.

“Ah well, it's her loss.”

You scoffed out a laugh “You didn’t even know her.”

“Yea but I know you,” Vi replied, looking at you intently. Her eyes flickered momentarily to your lips before locking her gaze back onto your eyes. “I know anyone who’s ever been in a relationship with you is insanely lucky.”

Your eyes widened and your face quickly warmed up at the comment, in an attempt to play off her comment you took a bite of your apple. Softly laughing before continuing, “You're just saying that.”

“Am I?” Her eyebrow raised as she asked with a playful tone in her voice. Her eyes were different this time. They were full of something you hadn't seen in her before, something you weren't too sure if you should be afraid of or eager to see, whatever it was you were curious to find out

thanks for reading! this was my first ever fanfic so any criticism is greatly appreciated ^^

cross-posted on ao3 with the same user!

[blackleatherjacketz]

Make Me Forget

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: After meeting Spencer at a Near Death Experience Support Group, the two of you become fast friends (with benefits) to cope with the trauma. He shows up at your house after a hard case, needing your help to forget it.

Warnings: 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Angst, Mentions of Death, Kissing, Hair Pulling, Groping, Pleading, Begging, Vaginal Sex, Female Orgasm, Riding Spencer on a Couch, Heavy Eye Contact, Submissive Spencer, Desperate Spencer

Word Count: 1.4k+

Spencer’s eyes were languid with desire when he showed up on your doorstep in the middle of the night, desperate for that intimate connection you’d forged weeks ago in a haze of burnt coffee and stale donuts. You never expected that your brush with death in the cold river of Tennessee a year ago would force you to seek out camaraderie amongst others like yourself, or that it would toss someone so painfully vulnerable and beautifully wounded as him onto your path.

His lips met yours without a word, without a breath to explain what his eyes had already told you as he pulled you close, stumbling into your foyer and tugging at the hem of your shirt. He hummed his sense of yearning into your mouth as you instinctively lifted your arms, letting him peel it off you before it fell to the floor, exposing your skin to the harsh wool of his sweater vest. He tasted like coffee and hazelnut creamer, the kind you came to realize they carried on the jet when they were flying home after a long case. It was a flavor you’d grown accustomed to, to love even, over the past few weeks as he offered his mouth and body for you to savor, reminding you of what it felt like to be alive again.

“You usually call before showing up out of the blue like this,” you whispered into his kiss, pulling off his vest in a similar manner before working to undo his tie. “I could have been asleep.” You hungrily nipped at his bottom lip and walked him backward through the hallway toward your living room.

“Oh yeah?” He mumbled, quickly unbuttoning his shirt as you slid his tie out from beneath his collar. “You don’t really seem to mind that much.”

“Cocky tonight, aren’t we?” You grinned, running your fingers through his hair and pulling just tightly enough to make him moan, that sound always triggering the moisture to collect between your thighs. You absolutely relished the fact that you were able to bring out this side of him, that your morbid connection was strong enough to short circuit any statistical-spouting frenzy he may fall into by putting that tongue to better use.

“Mmm hmm,” he nodded into your neck, kissing the delicate flesh beneath your jawline as he unclasped your bra, his fingertips ghosting a trail of gooseflesh across your shoulder blades as they moved down to your lower back. His kisses deepened as he found the belt loops of your jeans, pulling your hips closer to his before clumsily falling backwards onto the couch until you fell into his lap, straddling his thighs. “I just need to feel you.”

His light brown eyes grew dark as they watched your bra fall off your body, his palms gently grazing over your nipples on their way up your chest before getting tangled in your hair. He drew you in for a kiss, starting with tiny pecks along your face, sampling the skin on your cheeks and chin before finally parting your lips with his tongue as if he needed the very air in your lungs to survive, as if he thrived off the taste of your mouth for it to fuel every cell in his body. His fingers pressed into your hairline, massaging your scalp as he held you close, turning his head this way and that just so he could taste you from every possible angle as his other hand found the button of your jeans.

He must have seen something absolutely horrific out there for him to move this fast tonight, to forgo describing the details of how your dopamine receptors factor into the reward system in the brain, but you couldn’t exactly complain. You wouldn’t. Any time you got to spend with Spencer was a gift, a beautiful distraction from the dry, safe monotony you’d built around yourself this past year to keep you from repeating the horrors that led you to death’s doorstep. Getting lost in his quirky presence was something you looked forward to every week, something you ended up craving the very second his hands left your body and his scent faded from your bedsheets.

You stepped out of your pants as he hurriedly slid them off of you, eagerly watching him remove his own to reveal his growing length as it practically pulsed with anticipation of what’s to come. He needed this more than you did.

“You want me to make you forget your day?” You cooed, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as you climbed on top of him, hovering just above his already leaking tip.

“Please,” he begged, his eyes completely black with want as his hands smoothed over the curves of your breasts and the dip in your belly before finally latching onto your hips. You could tell he was fighting back the urge to pull you straight down onto him, to bury whatever it was that he saw tonight into the very depths of your viscera. But instead he decided to thrust up into you just gently enough to brush his head against your soaked center, spreading that drop of precum across the length of your swollen lips; a silent plea for you to take over.

“I can do that,” you smirked, kissing his lips before reaching down between your thighs and grabbing him at the base, your combined moisture dripping down onto your hand.

You held him still as you rocked your hips forward and backward, watching his lips part in ecstasy as you glided your wet folds over the head of his cock. Back and forth you went, gasping each time you guided him over your clit, sending tantalizing waves of bliss up through your spine that trickled down into your muscles. You repeated the greedy motion two, four, six times over before you finally decided that you’d teased him enough to sink down onto him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you slowly took in every inch of him, reinforcing that bond that the both of you were afraid would disintegrate into nothingness if you didn’t repeat the ritual on a regular basis.

Your slick velvety walls stretched around his shaft until you bottomed out, forcing his mouth to go slack with a sharp inhale as his tip finally reached your cervix, filling you up completely. He was so beautiful like this, the pink in his cheeks spreading into his neck and chest as he finally glanced back up at you, those familiar looks of gratitude and admiration mixing together into a sultry picture of submission you never knew you needed. Seeing him like this made you absolutely insane with lust, flooding your bloodstream with all the hormones your body needed to make every tissue and nerve ending more sensitive than they’ve ever been before. There was something about his soft and sensitive demeanor that brought you to enlightened states of rapture you’d only dreamed of before. The least you could do now was pay him back for the favor.

You cupped his face and rested your forehead against his, getting a front row seat to his expression changing each time you rose and fell around him, grinning from ear to ear as his breath hitched and his pulse quickened. You felt his hands move from your hips to your cheeks as you found your rhythm together, squeezing your muscles tighter with each thrust as your heat melted around him over and over again. Each kiss you took from his mouth became more staggered, more choppy as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you down onto him faster and harder than he ever had before, triggering that special spot that he somehow managed to find faster every single time. You broke your kiss completely and threw your head back, surrendering yourself to the electric shockwave of euphoria that burned so beautifully through your skin, forcing your muscles to twitch and spasm in his lap.

Spencer groaned like a man crazed as you convulsed in his arms, whining and whimpering before burying his face between your breasts to muffle the sound he was somehow still ashamed of. It was music to your ears, though; the fact that you could draw out such ungodly sounds from this civil servant, such primal desires from this tortured hero as he kissed your chest and spilled every bit of himself inside you. You wondered if it was enough to keep your collective trauma far in the past where it belonged, or if the danger he faced tonight would only grow with time.

Only one way to find out.

[whisperofwonder]

I Wouldn't Be Who I Am

Togata Mirio x reader (established relationship) - 2k words

Mirio seems perfectly fine with the fact that he has lost his quirk, not to mention everything else that's happened. All you want is to support him, but like this, you aren't sure how.

(includes a single spoiler for the bnha epilogue toward the end)

Tagging @dira333 because she has become my fellow Mirio enjoyer.

2 Days After

The nurse leads you down the hospital hallway. After what feels like an eternity, you're finally being allowed in to see Mirio. As the door swings open, you steel yourself. You can't imagine what he must be going through, between the losses of his quirk and of Sir Nighteye. You're prepared to grieve with him.

To your surprise, a beaming smile is on his face, even as you blink back the prickle of tears in your own eyes. His arms open, and in mere moments, you're across the room and launching yourself into them. He holds you tight, warm and solid and here. "I did it," He says, muffled into your neck, "I saved her."

"Yeah," You choke out as you pull back, tears welling in your eyes now. "You did it." You're looking at him with a watery smile, and he catches your face in his hands.

"Hey," He says more gently, swiping at a runaway tear with his thumb, "It's okay. I'm here." His eyes are still dry, and you feel silly for crying.

"I'm the one who should be comforting you," You protest with a weak laugh. He's always been an upbeat guy, contagiously cheerful, but you'd expected even him to break in a situation like this.

"I'm fine," He says, so matter-of-factly that you believe him. "I mean, of course saying goodbye to Sir was hard, but he wanted me to keep smiling. He believed in me, and in a better future for everyone. So I'm gonna help bring about the future that he envisioned." His smile is wide, warm, and as genuine as ever. The kind of smile you never could resist returning. It doesn't last long on your face, however.

"But, your quirk," You add, not sure how to bring it up more delicately. You don't understand how this isn't devastating to him. He's worked so hard to master his quirk and trained relentlessly to hone it, and now everything he's worked towards is gone.

"Yeah, but didn't you hear? As soon as Eri masters her quirk, she'll be able to give mine back. It's not like it's forever. This doesn't change anything." You bite your lip before you say anything, but you don't agree. To you, it almost seems like this changes everything. His overwhelming confidence is one of many things you love about him, but you can't help wondering at what point it becomes a crutch.

3 Weeks After

"Eri!" Mirio says brightly to the small girl half-hidden behind his leg, "I want you to meet someone really special." He gestures at you, and you smile, crouching down to her level.

"Hi, Eri," You say, introducing yourself. She's a sweet girl, you have to admit. She's here to spend the day at the festival, and when you aren't helping your class with their part in the festivities, you're looking forward to spending some time with her and Mirio.

"It's nice to meet you," She says shyly. "Lemillion said you're very nice and pretty." You glance up at your boyfriend with a quirked eyebrow, and he just shrugs and winks at you.

"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I, Eri?" Her brow crinkles for a few moments, puzzled, but then she slowly shakes her head no.

"Mirio," You scold him softly, giving his hand a squeeze. It hasn't been the same, not seeing him in school every day. His absence is a constant reminder that things are different now. Even today, he's here as Eri's escort, not a student.

If it affects him, being here while not being a part of it, he doesn't let it show. It must be for Eri's sake, you think. You know how deeply he feels about her, and how much she looks up to him and Midoriya. He spends the entire day with a smile on his face, laughing and joking and jovial as always. It should reassure you, but instead you feel as though you have to ache for him.

Even after Aizawa-sensei picks up Eri to take her back to the hospital, his mood doesn't falter. He reaches for your hand, tugging you close as he prepares to walk you back to your dorm. Above, stars are twinkling out one by one, and he's chattering away in your ear. "--And your class's performance was so great! I think Eri really loved it."

It's been building up all day, and you can't hold it in any longer. "How are you so happy all the time?" You blurt out.

"What?" He blinks at you, coming to a stop.

"I just-" Tears are welling in your eyes, and it's so stupid. "You lost your quirk, Mirio. Everything you've been working so hard for, and it's just gone! And Sir Nighteye - I know how much you admired him, how much he meant to you. And yet I haven't even heard you say a word about him." You swipe roughly at the tears that are starting to stream down your face, and Mirio chases after a few with the backs of his fingers.

The expression on his face is dead serious now. "Where is this coming from?" He asks levelly.

"I - I don't know," You wave your hands helplessly. "I just - I don't want you to bottle it all up inside and pretend it's all okay. I want you to - to feel everything you've lost. Because it's okay to do that." You pause your rambling long enough to sniffle grossly through your tears. "I was prepared to grieve with you," You finally say quietly, "But I guess I wasn't prepared for this."

To your surprise, he draws you into his arms rather than saying anything, holding you tight against him. Your arms slide around his middle, and you're both silent. After a few moments, you feel his shoulders begin to shake.

"I'm sorry," He squeezes out.

"Don't apologize," You say thickly, finally pulling back to see the tears streaming down his face. "I - I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." You cup his face in your hands, brushing away as many tears as you can with your thumbs. "I wasn't trying to make you cry," You force out a wet laugh.

"I know." He shakes his head. "I think about him every day," He says hoarsely, "Sir. If anything I could have done would have changed things. I know he'd tell me not to, but I can't help it." He shrugs, and you catch another tear with your fingers. "I wake up in the morning, all ready to get some training in, and I remember. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but it always hits me like a ton of bricks."

You nod silently, sliding your hands down his arms and wrapping them around his fingeres. "And I keep smiling anyway, because Sir told me to. Because Eri needs me to. Because I don't want to burden you or anyone else with my pain."

"Your pain is not a burden," You say quickly. "I want to share it with you. Make it less, if I can. Or just hold you, if it will help." You give his hands a squeeze. "I don't want you to feel like you have to go through this alone."

"Thank you." He says more quietly, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours for a moment before pulling back again. "I love you. And, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel this way." He brings your clasped hands to his lips and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. "But you know, I also keep smiling because it's who I am. I'm Lemillion. I smile. I like smiling." He huffs out a laugh and wipes away the last of his tears with his shoulder.

"I know," You say, managing a smile of your own. "And that's one of the many things I love about you."

3 Months After

There's a knock at your dorm door, and you put down your pen. "I'll be there in a minute!" You call, shuffling your papers into a neater stack before getting up.

"It's me," Mirio calls from the other side, "I've gotta go soon, but can I come in for a sec?"

"Sure, hold on!" You push your chair in, stretching your arms above your head to work out the kinks in your back. You've probably been sitting down a little too long anyway.

Before you even make it to the door, Mirio's face appears through it. Your hands fly to your face to stifle your startled shriek, then you shriek again when you realize exactly what's happening.

"Hey!" He grins, "Can ya actually let me in? I'm not wearing my suit, and I think I'd better keep my clothes on." Your hands are shaking as you fumble with the doorknob.

"Your quirk!" You say after you get the door open and he sweeps you up in his arms. "Eri? She did it?" You ask breathlessly. It's not that you'd ever doubted her, but somehow this moment had always felt so far away.

"Yup!" He's holding your hands, and all it takes is a tug to pull you into a kiss.

"I'm so happy," You breathe as he pulls away smile mirroring his.

"Me too," He laughs. "I just had to stop by." He pauses. "To say thank you."

"For what?" You shake your head, still trying to convince yourself that this is real.

"Cause you were with me. You helped me get here."

You shove his shoulder. "Stop it! I didn't have anything to do with this." You don't deserve any of the credit for the incredible resilience he's shown all these months, or for the miracle of Eri's quirk.

"You helped," He says firmly, "I only smiled as much as I did because you were there when I couldn't any more. You hurt with me when I needed it, and now I hope you'll keep on smiling with me." He presses one last kiss to your lips before pulling backwards. "And I really really do have to go. I just wanted you to know." He throws his hand up in a wave, "Bye! I love you!" And just like that, he's darting away.

"I love you too!" You shout after him, hoping he's not too far away to hear you. You keep smiling even long after he's out of sight.

8 Years After

You've always known this was inevitable. For as long as you've known Mirio, you didn't have to be Sir Nighteye to know that this was in his future. Still, when you get the news that it's finally official, you feel the tears come, even as you're dancing around alone in your kitchen.

The moment he gets through the door, you throw yourself at him. "Welcome home, number one," You say cheekily, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a long kiss to his lips before he can even respond.

"Oh?" He pulls back with a hum, "If I knew this was the kind of treatment I'd get as the number one hero, I would've gotten there a long time ago." He hefts you up in his arms and you let out a surprised squeak as he spins you around, laughing gleefully.

"I knew you would do it," You say after he finally sets you down, a little dizzy and still breathless from your laughter. "So did Sir Nighteye," You add more quietly.

"Yeah," he says softly, expression sobering. He absently rubs circles into your hips, silent for a few moments. "I think it's a big part of the reason I got here," He finally speaks up. "Losing my quirk. Sir taught me how important it is to smile, but I think I also needed to learn that it's okay not to, sometimes."

"So thank you," He goes on, smile breaking across his face again, "For letting me not smile." He pulls you into a more tender kiss. "But also for smiling with me, all these years." He adds against your lips, letting you feel your favorite smile pressed against your own.

[peppymintdreams]

Lessons in the Sky

Simeon x Mc

The warmth of celestial light bathed the heavenly gardens in a soft, golden glow. Everything felt surreal, like you had stepped into a dream—one where the sky stretched infinitely, inviting you to become a part of it. Your heart raced, not from fear but from anticipation. Today was the day Simeon, the angel who had stolen your heart with his gentle kindness and radiant smile, would teach you how to fly.

"Are you ready?" Simeon’s voice floated toward you, as soothing as the breeze that rustled the flowers around you. You turned to face him, and your breath caught in your throat.

He stood before you, a vision of serenity and grace, his white and gold robes flowing like liquid light. His wings, vast and majestic, glowed softly in the sunlight. But it wasn’t just his celestial beauty that made your heart flutter—it was the warmth in his sapphire eyes, the way he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in all realms.

"As ready as I’ll ever be," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. Simeon stepped closer, his presence grounding you, his every movement exuding calm and reassurance.

Gently, he took your hands in his. His touch was warm, tender, and it sent a shiver down your spine. "You have nothing to fear," he said softly, his thumbs brushing soothing circles over your skin. "I’m here with you, every step of the way."

You met his gaze, finding comfort in the quiet confidence that radiated from him. "I trust you," you whispered, and you meant it with every fiber of your being.

A soft smile curved his lips, one that made your heart swell. "Good," he murmured, his voice like a gentle caress. "Come with me."

He led you to the edge of a cliff overlooking a sea of clouds. The view was breathtaking, but your focus remained on him—on the graceful way he moved, on the soft glow of his wings. He paused, turning to face you, and cupped your cheek in his hand, his touch feather-light.

"Flying isn’t just about spreading your wings," he said, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "It’s about trusting yourself and the sky. And if you ever feel uncertain, remember… I will always be here to catch you."

Your heart melted at his words, the sincerity in his voice wrapping around you like a warm embrace. "I believe you," you said, leaning into his touch.

His eyes softened, filled with something deeper, something that made your chest ache with affection. "Let’s take this leap together," he whispered, his forehead gently resting against yours for a brief, tender moment. The world seemed to still, and all that mattered was him—the warmth of his touch, the steady beat of his heart so close to yours.

"On the count of three," he said, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes. "Are you ready?"

You nodded, your confidence growing in the light of his unwavering support. "Ready."

"One…" His hand slid from your cheek, but he kept one of your hands in his, fingers interlaced. The contact was a lifeline, grounding you in his presence.

"Two…" His wings unfurled, a magnificent display of grace and power.

"Three!"

Together, you leapt. For a moment, there was nothing but the exhilarating sensation of freefall, the wind rushing past, the ground far below. But then, the sky embraced you, lifting you, holding you aloft.

"Spread your arms," Simeon called, his voice warm and steady beside you. "Feel the air around you."

You stretched your arms out, mimicking the graceful arc of his wings, and to your amazement, you began to glide. The wind carried you, cool and exhilarating, and laughter bubbled from your chest.

"I’m flying!" you exclaimed, your eyes wide with wonder.

Simeon’s laughter, soft and melodious, joined yours. "Yes, you are," he said, his eyes shining with pride. He flew beside you, his movements as fluid as a dance. "You’re doing beautifully."

His praise made your heart soar higher than the sky itself. He reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers once more as you glided side by side. His touch was steady, reassuring, and filled with a quiet affection that made you feel like you belonged here, in the sky, with him.

"Try angling your body to the left," he instructed, his voice gentle but confident. You followed his guidance, and together, you weaved through the clouds, the world below a distant memory.

Time seemed to blur as you flew with him, your hearts beating in rhythm, the sky your shared sanctuary. Every glance he cast your way, every brush of his hand, was filled with a tenderness that made you feel cherished, safe, and free.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, Simeon guided you back to the ledge where you had started. You landed softly, your heart still racing from the exhilaration of flight—and from the lingering warmth of his touch.

"You did it," he said, his wings folding gracefully behind him. His eyes were filled with pride and something deeper, something that made your breath catch.

"Only because you were with me," you replied, your voice soft with gratitude and affection. "Thank you, Simeon."

He stepped closer, his hand once again finding your cheek. "You had the strength within you all along," he said, his voice a gentle murmur. "I simply helped you see it."

His thumb brushed over your skin, and for a moment, you were lost in the warmth of his gaze, in the quiet affection that radiated from him. "I’m proud of you," he whispered, and then, as if drawn by an invisible force, he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead.

The world seemed to hold its breath, and all you could feel was him—his warmth, his kindness, his love.

the stars began to twinkle in the sky, you stood together, your hearts intertwined. And in that moment, you knew that as long as Simeon was by your side, you could soar anywhere.

[wingedshadowfan]

tw: the scene where maddie and caitlyn are in bed together

something else that pisses me off abt this scene (other than it being the most uncomfortable animated scene i've ever had the privilege to watch which i've alr made a post abt, like it actually makes my skin crawl) is what maddie tells caitlyn when she expresses concern with the noxians' demands for fortification. she's clearly overworked, stressed, frustrated, juggling guilt and pleasing different factions.

you could call it off. withdraw from the underground, reestablish the council. all you have to do is give the order.

on a practical level, there's no way it's that simple. caitlyn hasn't even officially gotten a seat at the council after her mother's death and even though it's implied she has leverage there because of her name, there's no way she can reestablish the council by herself. not with only two other counselors present (one of which ambessa's puppet), and she can't withdraw so suddenly after the richest families of piltover and the enforcers gave her their trust and so many resources. not to mention all the noxian resources (which ambessa wouldn't be happy about wasting) that have been put into extracting jinx.

on an emotional level, caitlyn hasn't let go of her revenge yet. she will not back down, won't pull the enforcers out without jinx - because then it would've all been for nothing. all the months of destruction and violence. classical sunk cost fallacy. so maddie interrupts her and says,

okay, ambessa.

and just. chuckles and starts kissing caitlyn's neck. as if that's all there is to it and ambessa is just some insignificant inconvenience caitlyn is blowing out of proportion, not mel's literal mother who gave her piltover to rule over, a warmonger, and a constant military presence and sociopolitical influence. caitlyn isn't stupid, she knows this. she also has some sort of respect and gratitude towards ambessa for lending her military and interpersonal support, for essentially teaching her how to lead a war. she expresses this as a further reason why she wouldn't be able to and doesn't want to turn on ambessa and just brush off their partnership. and maddie tells her,

you're our leader. the enforcers, piltover - they follow you. i follow you.

but that's irregardless of what caitlyn is telling her. caitlyn can't realistically do any of that, even if we assume her concern was that enforcers wouldn't listen to her orders, which it is not - because she very clearly and eloquently expresses what it is.

and when i first watched this, i thought to myself maddie is not hearing her at all. caitlyn is talking to a void, to herself. maddie seems to not understand the gravity of the situation and its specific context. and remember: caitlyn grew up as a politician's daughter, always expected to become the kiramman matriarch one day and inherit her mother's council seat, so to her this is all obvious, but to maddie it's much simpler and less complicated, all you have to do is give the order, but caitlyn knows there are consequences for everything and boy, how heavy is the crown. maddie is trying to provide some kind of comfort but it's falling completely flat because she fundamentally doesn't understand caitlyn as a person.

caitlyn doesn't need consolation like she later answers maddie's you can't blame yourself, she needs a plan. she doesn't need support or encouragement, she needs a solution to her problems that will help more than it will harm - one that doesn't exist. (not until vi tells her warwick, ambessa's new weapon in the making, is her father, and then caitlyn knows what she needs to do to set things right)

and while it's possible maddie was quite simply just naive and a random rookie enforcer, the fact that she turns on caitlyn so easily for ambessa and almost publicly executes her despite saying all that to caitlyn has made me think she was always a double agent. i did appreciate your warmth to me implied she got something out of it, like she wasn't genuine and was using caitlyn, and like she was aware caitlyn didn't love her but that wasn't maddie's goal or purpose. she was there to spy on caitlyn, perhaps distract her and complicate her thoughts but only to pull her further away from vi and anything zaun, not to make her incapable of doing her job (aka whatever ambessa needed her to do). perhaps maddie was there to stroke her ego, embolden her to act more rashly and emotionally rather than logically when it was to ambessa's benefit, and when she saw caitlyn's concern and hesitation abt continuing the invasion, she encouraged caitlyn to give it up - perhaps because she knew ambessa could just get rid of her and replace her with someone else if she didn't have what it took to finish the job.

tw: the scene where caitlyn and maddie are in bed together

a friend is rewatching arcane s2 rn and pointed out that even though it's very dark and kind of hard to tell, the room caitlyn and maddie are in in that scene doesn't look like caitlyn's room!!

now this might be a false alarm but if it isn't, here's what that implies:

caitlyn didn't let maddie into her actual bed (we all cheered!). now i very seriously doubt they're in maddie's house for reasons of wealth and convenience, which means there are like three possible ways things could've gone down w/ caitlyn and maddie sleeping together.

1) most likely caitlyn (and maddie, individually) took a guest bedroom somewhere in the council building, which means she's been so busy with the zaun invasion in pursuit of jinx, she literally hasn't been home and sleeping in her own bed (which is just sad because it implies overworking herself and disconnecting with her home and family, even the memory of the mother she's trying to avenge)

2) if this is just another room in caitlyn's house (which would be crazy, just imagine caitlyn's dad meeting maddie), has caitlyn been sleeping in her own bed when she's by herself and only going to this guest bedroom when maddie is with her?? that must've been so inconvenient and awkward to establish between them lol

3) if this is just another room in caitlyn's house and she hasn't been using it only when she's with maddie, that would imply she had the opportunity to sleep in her own bed (even without maddie) and she chose not to. could it be that after her fight with vi, caitlyn hasn't been sleeping in her own room in general because of the memories they shared there together?

i think 1) is the most likely, followed by 3) and then 2).

and lastly, let's remember that after the explosion that injures vi, caitlyn is sick with worry for her. jinx just surrenders and caitlyn can't even decide what to do with her - she's too worried abt vi recovering and likely wants it to be her decision too, having seen their family bond and truly understood now.

caitlyn most likely takes vi to a hospital/doctor and then takes her to her house, so she can ensure her safety. caitlyn who's been so busy she hasn't been sleeping in her own bed, is calling the enforcers out of zaun, and is preparing for war lets an injured vi sleep in her bed immediately, even before they've talked things out between them (which means a lot, esp if she never let maddie into her bed, or if she had right until now).

moreover, in the scene where vi wakes up and we see loris has been taking care of her too, we also see a bunch of throw pillows on the other side of the bed next to vi. they're obviously not for him. caitlyn has been sitting (not sleeping) there, taking care of vi even with everything else going on. waiting for her to wake up so she can make the call for what happens to jinx. true fucking love or whatever.

symbolically, caitlyn either returns to her house, to herself and her family (after seeing the love in vi's), to what matters, in order to take care of vi and because she's not commander anymore, at least not in the original intended way once jinx is captured and she calls off the zaun invasion, or she's still in a council bedroom because there's yet much work to do but has been finding time to come home and take care of vi despite that.

i also want to point out another thing. when vi wakes up and comes to confront caitlyn abt imprisoning jinx (which, honestly, is better than letting a random enforcer kill her or have her cause more damage which is what could've happened if she'd let her go, which caitlyn eludes to), maddie is already there in the room with caitlyn but we only see one chair. maddie isn't meant to be there in caitlyn's house. she isn't meant to sit down and make herself comfortable. (and yes, we see two chairs when ambessa comes to talk to caitlyn but it's also intentional what gets shown when). when caitlyn tells her, "check on my father?" and dismisses her before she has the chance to interact with vi, she means this is all her relationship w/ maddie is to her. and in the very end of the show when we see vi humming her mother's song to herself, she's in the same room. there are two chairs there now.

i'm so fucked but this is all speculation.

[levi-supreme]

Rei, Rei! How was the pregnancy with Renée? How did you deliver the news to Levi and maman heheh

Lots of hugs :3

🥰

Charlotte my precious I— 🥺💖 I adore you so much TAKE MY LOVE!!!!!!! I'm gonna answer this below the cut because knowing me, I'm going to go sappy and talk too much.

Warnings: Block the tags #levi x rei and #reivi to avoid the cringe. It's EXTREMELY cringey hehe. Also talks about pregnancy and all that jazz so. Don't mind me and my unhinged thoughts.

So. It happened after the events of Dance with Me. It was about two weeks after Levi's birthday, and then I got worried because my period wasn't here. I was paranoid because my period was always regular, so I felt something was up. Levi and I bought a home pregnancy test kit, and oh boy we were so damn nervous when we were waiting for the results. That five minutes of waiting felt like the longest five minutes ever. Levi kept pacing back and forth, and I was just sitting on the chair fidgeting around and..... nervously waiting for time to pass.

And then..... once five minutes were up, we checked the kit and.........

We saw it. Two lines. On the test kit.

It took us a while before we registered that oh. It's positive. It's a baby. WE'RE HAVING A BABY. WE'RE GOING TO BECOME PARENTS. And then Levi and I just hugged each other and cried because we never expected ourselves to be so lucky (like.. oh god. We hit the jackpot on our first try...? hehe >//<).

We didn't know what to do, so Levi called Hange to ask for help because they were a gynaecologist. Hange then arranged an appointment for us at the hospital they work at, and that's how Hange became our gynae hehe. And somehow, Hange got Moblit along too, so they were the first two to know about our pregnancy.

Levi and I decided to wait before telling Maman partly because of superstition haha, and also just to make sure every thing went well, because Hange told Levi that the first trimester is the most crucial time. Once we were sure that everything was going well, we asked Maman over for dinner one night. I was about 10 weeks pregnant and even though my bump was tiny, it was kinda obvious too. After dinner, we told Maman to join us in the living room, and then, Levi just... casually slid over a sonogram on the table XD

Maman was like "eh?" until she took a closer look and realised what it was 🥺 she was really happy for us too!! We all just hugged each other and wept tears of joy haha. And then... knowing my mother-in-law..... she casually commented, "is the baby a birthday baby?" and then Levi and I just went (●__●) because... uh... indeed the baby was the result of some hot steamy birthday s*x LOL. She touched my bump and guessed our baby is a girl XD

But yes!! Aunty Kuchel was so supportive during my pregnancy, and Levi was being so attentive to me too. This was our first child, and we were all so careful with everything. My morning sickness was pretty bad at first, and then it got better by the second trimester. We listened to every thing Hange and Moblit told us to do, and we even started to baby-proof our house. Levi even wanted to buy books on parenting and all that to read.

Deep down, I know he's scared and worried, because he grew up without a father, and he's afraid that he can't be a good father to our baby. I told him I didn't have confidence that I'll be a good mother too. No one is born a good parent, and we learn along the way. I told Levi that I had absolute faith that he's going to be the best Papa in the world.

Come 16 September 2016..... my contractions started in the afternoon. Levi was so worried, he flew me to the hospital where Hange and Moblit worked. I didn't tell Levi, but I was really scared. What was I afraid of? The pain? Perhaps. Levi stayed by my side throughout. He was also really nervous too, but he tried to hide it.

Come 10-ish pm or so... Hange said I was really close, and you know... it's the part where you keep going 'PUSH!!!!'. And let me tell you.....

Ow. The pain??????????? I angrily told Levi that I am never giving birth again. I clenched his hand so hard while I tried to push. And then, at past 11pm, Renée Naomi Ackerman was born 💖

When Hange passed her to me, and the moment I saw her, I felt like all the pain I went through was worth it. Levi and I brought a little angel to this world, and we are going to give her the best we can. Of course, there was lots of crying (from me XD). Levi tried to hide it, but I know he shed a few drops of tears too. Moblit told him to cut Renée's umbilical cord and Levi was like ????? hahaha. Moblit had to guide him on how to cut the umbilical cord and boy let me tell you.... that moment was so precious too.

As much as we don't show our children favouritism and bias, Levi and I both know that Renée will always be our favourite child haha, because she's a (literal) gift to us ❤️

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Okay this is all for my little journey with Renée hehe. Of course, if you wanna know about the twins and/or baby Charlotte, then hehe let me know. I adore you a lot my darling Charlotte, and thank you for sending me this 💘

[tleeaves]

There are two wolves inside me. One wants to embrace a new hobby in dance so I can be active and feel elegant and graceful and strong. This wolf wants to try something new and exciting, finally indulging in something I've always had an interest in.

The other experiences such frustrating emotions on a near daily basis that I want to go back to boxing, which is arguably easier to break into since I've already done it before. This wolf doesn't think of elegance, she just wants to fuck shit up until her body's so overworked and warm it fogs up car windows without having to do anything but sit inside.

Which one do I fucking feed??

[riickgrimes]

it just really breaks my heart that most of the discourse has to focus on dying children in order to humanize palestinians as if fully grown adult human beings don’t also deserve your attention, empathy, respect, and care

[iceyrukia]

Women’s self-image is as negative as ever despite the “body positivity” wave of choice feminism. Why?

I think one of the biggest reasons as to why women’s beauty standards and self-image are worse than even is because you can preach about unfair beauty standards all you want and tell women not to make fun of another woman’s looks but you can’t take away the social status and praise that women who are “beautiful” get from society (both men and women). You give them clout and praise them. Something both “body positivity” and “body neutrality” feminists do btw despite all the talk about acceptance.

It’s like saying you don’t support the ethics behind a product and yet still consume and buy it. In this case “beauty” being a luxury achieved via consumerism where women become the products (objects) that other women admire and obsess over. There is a demand so there is a supply PERIOD.

Women might not directly pursue beauty (“I do it for myself”) for men but nonetheless it’s definitely ingrained as a sign of status and that’s enough to cause a negative self-image in women who don’t participate. Men might have been the original perpetrators of installing unrealistic beauty standards for women but the victims (women) have also turned into perpetrators who can’t let go of the misogynistic status symbol of having value from appearances because it’s considered “culture”.

[perilegs]

ok i might need to force myself to not romance astarion bc i don't want to know what it says about me to turn down karlach, the woman of my dreams, the character made to cater me personally, like, if she was real i'd bring the moon and stars down for the chance to see her smile, she's everything i've hoped for in a rpg companion, what does it say about me if i turn that down for someone like astarion

[curiosity-killed]

It is! Possible! That I may be being too hard on myself! Again!!!

[m4niackkyun]

Hi. (Announcement in the tags)

[attractthecrows]

man i'd really like for revallen to encounter the ghost of his father but with his skillset it's just not likely