#a group of people who want everything to go back to the way it was and try to kill (literally) and erase any chance

[shadowwizardstonergang]

I think it is incredibly important to criticize anything and everything including the scientific systems but I also am incredibly curious about whether or not you have an alternative system for the scientific world that would fulfill the needs that are current one does such as being something that can be easily transferred into other systems such as the legal system because the scientific system does not exist in a vacuum it must have an interface for the legal system to interact with it and the medical system to interact with it and the food system to interact with it additionally human beings have created all of these systems and human beings are flawed at their hearts and therefore anything created by flawed beings in and of itself is going to be flawed and spending more time and energy acknowledging that these flaws exist then simply trying your best to utilize the system that has so far been the one that works I personally think is a waste of time. So really do you yourself have a better system and what exactly are your methods of implementing the system on a global scale because currently our scientific system is successfully implemented on a global scale to facilitate communications of scientists all over the world to come together on a topic to help solve it. I find it very interesting that the point that you Cherry picked was lobotomies and I am not one who supports lobotomies but I would like to say that science is a field that is based off of throwing spaghetti on the wall and seeing if it sticks and sometimes you have psychotic people who throw ice picks into skulls and then they say it gives the desired results but I think it's very cruel to criticize an entire system on a handful of flawed individuals when the system that we currently have has given us many benefits of modern medicine such as insulin and also I do believe we are coming very close to the cure for ALS it is also the system that has discovered many potential cures for the many different types of cancers that we face it is also the system that is helping us create plants of crops that are capable of withstanding the potential future conditions that our planet is going to face.

I took a class last year that was talking about the issues in the scientific world and how they are persisting and how they may cause harm in the future but one of the main takeaways that we got from this class was the fact that there's never going to be a solution that completely eliminates all harm due to the nature of our capitalistic society because modern science is incredibly dependent on who is going to pay for it and the people who pay for it are corporations that want a very specific answer and only want very specific things that can potentially line their pockets such as designer babies and immortality and crops that can create food but don't have any seeds so that in an entire country or group is entirely dependent on the company who owns the seeds for them to consistently every year go back and buy those seeds.

I am rambling but I think the point that I'm trying to make is that once again yes we should very much be criticizing the systems but I think the way that you're going about it is treating as if the scientific system exists entirely in a vacuum with no connection to anything else in the world and if it did I do agree the system should be different but it isn't it and it highly depends on many other factors and those factors are often the ones that cause a lot of these issues.

Also I think 90% of scientific research focusing on mental health is quite ableist and kind of bogus and personally I intend to buy the DSM-5 or whatever the fuck that book is called and put it at the bottom of an outhouse hole and take a lifetime of shits on it but also it is just another way that humans have attempted to categorize things in order to better understand things because that's just what humans do and even though the people who have the most authority to make the mental health categories that they do and make the mental health calls that they do in scientific research papers are perpetrators of great harm to many mentally ill individuals is still necessary to try our best to research these things and categorize them in order to further research them and you know what lobotomies were 80 years ago and the way that we treat the mentally ill has drastically changed and I think if we had just left it to the devices of no system we wouldn't be where we are today.

Also I don't think it's fair to pick on a person's ability to express their thoughts in an argument (i.e. calling them illiterate) when you disagree with them because first of all I don't think anyone is coming on Tumblr to be clear and concise about their opinions and secondly what if that person actually is an incredibly intelligent individual but just has a hard time putting their thoughts to paper because they have a learning disability or dyslexia? you are criticizing the mental health systems but then you yourself without even acknowledging it are being ableist. I think this kind of proves my point in that it's really hard to do anything without harm

"these researchers published a paper on something that literally any of us could have told you 🙄" ok well my supervisors wont let me write something in my thesis unless I can back it up with a citation so maybe it's a good thing that they're amplifying your voice to the scientific community in a way that prevents people from writing off your experiences as annecdotal evidence

[menlove]

Hello! I saw your post about how you deeply believe that John and Paul had sex frequently, and honestly I'm on the fence on whether or not I believe that they did. I was wondering if there were any particular reasons as to why you believe this or if it was just a feeling lol.

there's fsdfasdadf a lot To Me that convinces me but i'm not sure how solid it is so i'd say it's Mostly a feeling/vibe but i'll work through my reasoning under the cut (separated into The Vibes and then actual shit they've said/done that makes me go uh. hm.)

disclaimer: obviously i can't know if they fucked. at the end of the day it truly does not have any impact on my life if they did or not. this is also solely getting into whether or not they fucked, not the rest of the crazy shit they had going on bc that would genuinely take a 1000 page novel. i'm also not getting into proof about either one of them having gay sex bc if we take them both at face value that answer is a resounding "no" and this isn't about proving their queerness

i will say first of all we know for a fact they jerked off together & had sex in the same bed so i'm gonna go ahead and count that as sex bc it's 2025 and queer people have made leaps and bounds away from considering penetrative sex the only kind of sex that exists. but i don't think they would've considered either of those things sex. but in my view? that was sex. does also mean they've had sex with the other quarrymen though #happypride

vibes

first of for me is their personalities/circumstances. i mean it's obviously all very nuanced and i never knew them so there's aspects to their personalities that we obviously aren't privy to. but they were both very sexual people with incredibly loose sexual boundaries, neither of whom really ever had (or at least expressed) religious hangups around sex, and who were Both at the like forefront of the whole changing culture of the 60s to become freer, looser, less repressed. obviously them being free with heterosexual sex doesn't automatically equate to them having the same feelings about homosexual sex, but it's a factor in the way i think about it anyway.

we already know they were loose with sex with Each Other as well. there's ofc the beat the meatles thing (group wanking with the quarrymen/early beatles) but there's also the fact that they'd all have sex in the same tiny ass room in hamburg & the fact that john and paul allegedly had a foursome with a couple of girls whose pictures they took back in liverpool (on the same bed). again, that doesn't Necessarily translate to "yeah they'd have gay sex" but it just sets up that they weren't really prudish about sex and they weren't shy about having sex around/near each other. there's ALSO a different version of the story john told to pete floating around somewhere (can't find it rn so don't quote me on this) where in addition to everything else he mentions it (as in letting brian jerk him off) not being different than what he does with his friends. which does also implicate everyone Else, not just paul, but it's interesting.

i just do Not think that john would've had the self restraint to not make a move on paul if he wanted to. and from Well Everything, we can tell that he wanted to. john wasn't someone who had a lot of self control & i don't think his relationship to paul being "too important" or anything like that would've stopped him either. and i think if he'd made a move & paul shot him down, we would have never heard the end of it and there would've never been the beatles in the first place bc i don't think john would've taken it well at all. on paul's end, i can't see him turning john down either. if they were already jerking off together, potentially jerking each other off, having sex in the same bed, etc, i don't think it's a stretch to say he wouldn't have shoved john off for going further. and again, if he had, there would've been a more dramatic reaction. which means either john Never made a move, or he did & paul went with it.

ofc there's the whole india theory but i do not buy into that even remotely and i'm not getting into why again but tl;dr i just don't think it would be in character for Either of them to have this big dramatic rejection of john's feelings and for john to wait and simmer in it for 2 years before breaking up the band. i think if anything like that happened he would've lost his goddamn mind immediately and the band wouldn't have made it beyond like two more months lmao

i can however see paul making a move and john shooting it down due to His Issues, but i don't really see any time period where that would've potentially happened yk like there's not enough there to speculate on that one. but i can see it more than the opposite

they were also on so, so many drugs. you take two people with loose sexual boundaries and you put them on uppers/alcohol/weed/lsd/coke and i truly think it's more unlikely that they didn't ever fuck. i think most anyone who regularly gets drunk/high has at least one story about making out with/fucking someone they shouldn't. oftentimes when you can't remember shit.

there's also the severe lack of personal space between them & just the way they watch each other. ofc there's a severe lack of space between All the beatles, but it's glaringly obvious and embarrassing when they're all 4 in the same space and the blowjob brothers are over there ass to dick while everyone else has a respectable friend distance.

i won't put a photo/gif dump here i'm sure we've all seen them but this is the single one i have to add bc genuinely what is their problem:

and the way paul stops and then looks over at john after noticing he's watching his ass? they're as subtle as a brick to the head lmfao

tl;dr on the vibes: it's a if you give a mouse a cookie situation to me. if john was attracted to paul (he was), he would've made a move -> if john made a move on paul, paul would've said yes -> if paul had said no, there would have been 0 way john would've just gone on like normal -> nothing ever blew up like that sooo -> i think they fucked (in our definition- idfk what they would count it as). throw in their drug use & lack of personal space................

actual shit w substance

i don't think unless john's diaries leak or paul slips in his old age that we're Ever going to get any kind of Actual confirmation about if they did or did not have a sexual relationship of any kind. BUT there are some things that make me go. well okay !

and a disclaimer i don't think this is the only way you can interpret these things and i'm well aware i look like this rn

i mean this so seriously when i say the thing that convinced me they did actually fuck was john's real love (real life) demo. we know he's talking about paul bc he says "was i just dreaming, or was it only yesterday? i used to hold you in my arms. and now a baby and another on the way la la la farm" and then the added fact from this post that the daily news from that same year around the time john would've made this demo has a page dedicated to linda & paul expecting a new baby and in the same paper it's talking about cruises. which in the demo he says "picked up the paper, read the daily news, nothing doing anyway, same old bs, doot doot doot doot cruise." so we've got him singing about someone he used to hold in his arms that now has another baby on the way on a farm, which he found out about reading the daily news that mentioned cruises. when there was a paper from that day from the daily news announcing that linda & paul were expecting and talking about cruises. so i can say with confidence that he's talking about paul there. unless he was just wildly in love with linda lmfao. and of course "i used to hold you in my arms" doesn't exactly translate to "i fucked you" but like......????? there's really not much else you can infer from that. the rest of it is true to reality, so why would he embellish that bit with something he wished happened? why would he wished to have held him and then lost him anyway? and like it'd just be a weird thing to say about a platonic friend. i can't exactly imagine them just platonically laying around cuddling. i mean sure, maybe, but come on.

speaking of john's demos, there's also his weird paris shit (ignore that title lmfao. it is definitely a real demo & i actually accidentally own it on vinyl- it was one that got leaked during the lost lennon tapes). in it, he's singing to "my pau pau" about his little prod (lmfao) at a cafe on the left bank (hysterically also the title of a wings song ABOUT john and paul's trip to paris). i mean does that mean they fucked? maybe not. but also fucking bizarre to refer to your friend as "my pau pau" and start talking about his little dick while calling him my cheri..... like. again. come on.

speaking of paris there's also the whole skywriting by word of mouth thing. this one's the loosest bc it's fictional, but john based a lot of the sexual stories in skywriting by word of mouth on his own sexual exploits. also realizing for some reason i didn't put this in the original post, but leading up to the paris bit, it describes the man as a journalist who's in the middle of writing a play. but tl;dr on that link: john wrote a short story full of references to gay sex/gay culture about a man leaving writing a play to meet up with his lover in paris where they stay at the george v and fuck to god only knows. in 1966, john left filming how i won the war to meet up with paul in paris and they stayed at the george v. that's the same year pet sounds came out & paul got obsessed with god only knows as well. now this one could Also be taking the details of a very platonic meetup (paul did have one of his girlfriends, maggie mcgivern, with him) and adding a sexual connotation to them retroactively, but....................

i'm also throwing this paul song into the mix bc .....????? sure man. i'll also throw let me roll it into that category bc of the "he gave me loving in the palm of my hand" thing like okay man. i'm sure he did. and best friend/call me back again are just self explanatory.

this one is EXTREMELY loose and i don't believe 99% of them but there Are a ton of rumors/blind items if you go digging around about them kind of openly fucking during the 60s (as well as paul & linda having threesomes with men lmao). not linking those bc i wouldn't count them as even a remotely reliable source but they exist and all say just about the same thing

am i 100% certain they fucked? i mean no. but it just seems way less likely to me that they didn't. and i've seen historical narratives built on less so i'm gonna go on w my interpretation that they did fuck nasty in whatever way

[despairots]

SWAN SONG, chapter one of bite me!

baby saja x fem! reader | hi guys do we fw morally grey characters that go by they/she and is also extremely weird and wields a scythe bigger than them??

chapters contains | yelling, dead animal, asian parents, child abuse.

website. next chpt …

You had a life before all this popularity. A student trying to pass life and be a doctor because their family had told them it was the proper way to live. Typical asian families. In some way, you agreed with their ideology before you realized that somethings just aren’t for you.

4.0 GPA, valedictorian, popular, beautiful. Everything was handed to you with grace and a thank you. It just wasn’t for you.

The life you have now is perfect for you. Although you did disappoint your family with your choices, they were still in the crowd when you went on tour with your friends; HUNTR/X, a famous K-Pop group who… also slays demons?

It’s weird, it’s odd, it’s hard to explain but the main reason why you guys were banded together was because how the four of you were tapped into the honmoon. It gave all of you a responsibility, and a crippling anxiety in all of you if something bad happened to everyone.

You’d expect these weird things to just happen in America, New York, not Korea. So yes, the thought of knowing that everyone’s lives dwelled on you guys messed you up.

It was just supposed to be a fun girl group, not a girl-group-that-kills-demons-as-another-job. To be fair, it gets fun the longer you deal with it. Which it shouldn’t because millions of human lives depend on it! It brought you stress, you didn’t even have sex yet or a first kiss, you shouldn’t be doing this at all.

But you have a job, and that’s to protect millions of people. No matter how badly you don’t want to do.

Since birth, you knew there was something wrong with you.

A kid slapping you because you said he was gross for liking you, your mom yelling at you because you’re too quiet, your cousin looking at you weirdly because you carried a dead bunny inside the house, your aunt pulling at your hair harshly because you looked at her blankly.

You are a sensitive child, they said, you don’t know how to live yet, they whispered.

When you born, you were doted on by your entire family. Maybe it was because you just a baby, or maybe because you learned things so fast. Whatever the case was, they loved you, no matter how hard they were on you.

Doctor, model, scientist, teacher. Jobs were already being placed down in front of you at 8 years old; doctor because it was the standard for them, model because you were blessed with good looks, scientist because you loved rockets, teacher because you were loved by all. Dumb reasons, dumber family.

Never asked what you wanted in your life, never wanted to know what your opinions were. You were always shushed, to just shut up and be quiet but then yelled at for being too quiet. It was too confusing, even now when you’re a fully grown adult.

8 years old turned into 18 years old, and when you graduated from high school, you studied abroad with a relaxed mindset. No more people to call you weird, no more parents to yell at you to do better, no more cousins who hate you due to jealousy, nothing.

Just peace and quiet.

And then you graduated University, had to go back home to celebrate. You were an 8 year old child again who had other people choose what path you need to take. You just wanted them to shut up, to just be quiet forever.

So you left, again. Moved to Korea with no explanation why. You still loved them and all, even now as an idol, you gave them free tickets whenever you went on tour. It’s just they weren’t a good environment to be around, it was easily shown when they first saw you blowing up as a K-Pol Idol.

They had spammed you with texts in a family gc, all you responded with was a thumbs up and a ‘they’ll come around’ to your friends when they saw the degradation from your family to you.

And they did, still a bit hostile towards you but to be honest, you grew up already used to it.

“Mira’s my favourite. She’s the visual lead dancer of HUNTR/X. Nobody can move like Mira.”

“Apparently, she’s the black sheep of her family.”

“I don’t know why, but she’s so cool. Who else can wear a sleeping bag to the Met Gala.”

“Yeah, she’s our role model. She’s the best, love her.”

“We’re here for Zoey! She’s a rapper and lyricist.”

“She grew up in America, somewhere called Burbank USA.”

“She’s the cutest maknae.”

“But when she raps, she goes hard.”

“She gets real scary, like so scary that you better watch out!”

“We love Rumi! She’s popstar royalty.”

“Her mom was Sunlight Sister, but passed away when she was an infant but Celine raised her and built HUNTR/X around her.”

“Rumi’s voice is just incredible, like…”

“It brings us to tears!”

“[Name]’s the best! She’s the face of the group and a lead rapper like Zoey!”

“She was born in Korea but raised in Vietnam. Apparently, she was supposed to be a doctor before finding her passion in music.”

“How can you look like that and be downright sexy aswell? It’s unbelievable how far their range goes.”

“Look at her, she’s the best all-rounder in history!”

The four of you were on a plane, heading towards the stadium that held thousands of your fans waiting for you. Food was placed on the table in front of you as the four of you held onto eachother’s shoulders, preparing for the concert.

“Okay, this is our biggest show yet.” Rumi looked at each one of you, “The most songs,” Zoey grinned, “The most moves,” Mira added on next, leaving you as the last one, “Which means the most carb loading.” All of you threw your hands up to celebrate, “For the fans!” And with that, all of you took a handful of foods.

“I need like 10 calories to get through the choreo.” Rumi commented through the food in her mouth.

“10,000 percent. A gazillion percent.”

“Mira, that’s not even a real number.” You smiled and leaned back on the palm of your hands, “It is for our fans!” You grimaced at the sight of food spilling out her mouth when she said, “Swallow your food first, please.” You muttered, picking up your ramen that had your face on it.

“Okay, time for our pregame ramen!”

“Happy fans, happy honmoon!” The four of you cheered, bringing your cups of ramen together into the middle before realizing there was no hot water inside, “Wait, there’s no water in these.” Zoey pouted, Rumi asking one of the flight attendants for hot water which earned her a weird response.

Bobby’s contact appeared on Rumi’s phone, “Hi Bobby!” All of you greeted, “Yeah, hi! Um, what are you doing?” He asked, Rumi turning her phone over to Zoey who was stuffing her face with chips, “About to eat our preshow show ramen.” She answered, Bobby having a tense look on his face.

“Preshow? What about the show-show?” He gestured to the crowd before his phone was taken away by a couple of fans, “We love you!” Three girls squealed out, jumping up and down as the four of you responded with the same thing back.

The phone was taken by three guys crying, Mira, Zoey and Rumi crying with them which made you inch away in shock. The phone was taken away again by a guy who showed off his tattoo of a heart with your groups logo on it, “Sick.” Mira nodded with a grin.

“Give me that! Why are you so late?” Bobby asked, his face closer to the camera with an anxious look, “Late?” All of you looked outside to see how the plane flew right over the stadium. Glaring at the flight attendants, you said bye to Bobby and walked straight up to the women who was pouring coffee onto a plant.

“Um, excuse me,”

“Please, take your seat.”

You raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on your hip, “Yeah, we don’t have time. You’re a demon, right?” The women looked off to the side with worry, “Uhh, what do you mean?” The tense figure, weird grin and unblinking eyes made you pull a face, “You’re smiling all weird, watering plants with coffee, and those guys…” You gestured to the other demons behind her.

“…Come on.” They could at least play a human better, “Ohh, well we were just—“ You cut her off by grabbing her wrist and showing her marks off, “Oh, look! Patterns.” She flushed in embarrassment, trying to cover up her mistake, “Oh, these? These are just—“ Cutting her off again, you stepped on her foot which revealed her demon form.

“The rest of you can come out. We’re in a hurry!” Rumi called out, all of you glaring at them tiredly, “Aww, you’ve got the patterns. Now you gotta die.” Mira cooed sarcastically, lowering her drink from her mouth.

“The only ones dying tonight, are your—“

Mira burped.

“Uh—I said, the only ones dying tonight are your—“

Rumi and Zoey’s stomach grumbled, making you giggle at the demon’s attempts to finish their sentence, “I’m sorry, what?” The largest demon glared at them, “Your fans! We’re gonna eat your fans!” He yelled out, weirding all of you out.

“Oh no.”

“Not our fans.”

“When you miss with our fans,”

“We need to make it hurt.”

All of you cheered and jumped at the successful show, descending down the elevator under the stage, “Did we just see gold?” Rumi was smiling, all of you pleased at the sight of had just been seen all over the crowd, “Yeah, I can’t believe we’re doing it.” Zoey squealed, jumping up and down while grasping Rumi’s shoulders.

“It’s so exciting!”

“Okay, you know what this means? Time to release the song.”Rumi cheered with the three of you before coughing, all of you staring at her concerned, “Wow… That was weird.” She commented, hand over her chest and shock all over her face, “Good thing we’re taking a break.” Mira nodded at Zoey’s statement, “Yeah, sounds like you need a rest.”

“Take it easy, Rumi.” She smiled at you, placing a hand over yours that was placed on her shoulder, “Yeah, just need a little water.” The elevator stopped and the doors were opened to reveal Bobby and the rest of the crew.

Water bottles were handed to all of you, robes being placed on you, food just waiting to be eaten. “What a way to end the World Tour! And that finally, with the guy in the demon suit exploding and the confetti.” Bobby complimented, using hand gestures to emphasize his last words.

“Those special effects were amazing.”

You scoffed amusingly, “Yeah, special effects.”

“This is going to break the bank but oh! Look at these social numbers, they’re off the charts. And to celebrate, I booked you a week long staycation at the fancy, most exclusive relaxation resort in Korea.” Bobby smiled up at you guys, proud of his girls at ranking Number #1.

“Sorry Bobby. We already have plans.”

“What plans?”

“We got the hottest, ticket in town to our,”

“Couch!” All three of you finished together, cheering the word over and over again while skipping past Rumi and Bobby, “Bobby, you should enjoy the resort. This tour has been gruelling for everyone. You deserve it.” Rumi winked at Bobby, giving the deal back to Bobby who refused at first before being robbed up, “Robe me. I’m 34, short, please. See you in a couple weeks, girls!” He waved off his shoulders.

“Bye Bobby!”

[violetcamryn]

OMG HII I READ THE UR RECENT FIC ABT SNOTLOUT AND I NEED MORE OF HIMM!!

Just an idea maybe an enemies to lovers trope w him and they got together bc he got jealous over smth?

thank you for the request. i hope this is sort of what you were looking for 🤭

“SOMETHING UNSPOKEN”

Pairing: Snotlout Jorgenson x reader

Trope: slight enemies to lovers (they just don’t know how to communicate)

Warnings/ heads-up: use of “Y/N” literally twice (i’ve heard some ppl don’t like to read fics that use “Y/N” so here’s your heads-up). Other than that, none!

AN: this is literally my first fanfic ever, please be kind. i’m so nervous to post this. anyways i hope you love it! as always, reblogs are greatly appreciated

You were pacing around your room, thinking about everything that had gone wrong earlier today.

First, Hiccup had accidentally stepped on your heel during dragon training which made you get distracted and end up getting eliminated in front of the students (he apologized profusely afterwards).

You had been late to teach the younger dragon riders and ended up only getting half the lesson done, which would set them back even farther than they already were.

But the cherry on top was Snotlout being in the way every time you needed to do something.

Every day there was the constant flirting, which was so poorly executed and poorly timed all it did was annoy you. He knew it too, he just wanted to get a rise out of you.

Then there was the fact that every time you had a moment of peace and quiet, he had to go off on some tangent about how “nobody else knows how to ride dragons like he can” and “he should be teaching his own class”. Everybody knew it wasn’t true, because nothing would ever get done if he was teaching his own class, but he believed it nonetheless.

The worst of it was when he’d kick your shins under the dining table, and then deny it was him. You weren’t sure why (or how) you ended up sitting across from him almost every meal, but I guess the fact that he showed up late to every meal and just happened to sit down across from you would account for it.

After pacing your room for what felt like hours, you finally laid down to get some sleep after a rather agitating day.

In the morning, you made your way to the mead hall to have breakfast with everyone. Fishlegs had brought along the dragon manual to study, and everybody was completely engrossed in it.

You slid onto the bench in between Astrid and Fishlegs, and they welcomed you by sliding you a plate of breakfast. You probably should have paid more attention to the seating arrangements, you realized after a few seconds.

Directly across from you was Snotlout, who was unsurprisingly causing a ruckus. Him and Tuffnut were pushing eachother across the bench and knocked into Ruffnut, which didn’t help the noise level after she shouted at them to stop.

When they finally started to eat breakfast like normal people, you were able to focus on the day ahead.

The day was going to be busy— dragon training in the morning, lunch and study sesh with the gang, fence repair in the afternoon (the sheep got out again, shocker), and then dinner at the lookout in the evening.

“So, who’s teaching the class with me this morning?” you asked the group. You had checked the schedule and Astrid was supposed to be helping you, along with some new guy, but the schedule was always changing.

“Well, there’s been a slight change of plans. I know I was supposed to help you today but I have to help Gobber with this stupid project he’s started, so we figured we’d send Snotlout with you today” Astrid said hesitantly.

You looked her dead in the eyes with an “are you serious right now” glare, and all she could do was shoot you an apologetic smile.

“I’ll be on my best behaviour, I promise” Snotlout chimed in with a smile, taking a quick pause from his extremely messy eating.

“You better be” you replied.

After everybody had cleaned up their breakfast, you all made your way out of the hall and off to your morning routines.

——————————————————————

The arena was full of younger dragon riders, all eager to learn the new skills you had planned to teach them.

The new trainer, some guy whose name you didn’t know yet, was there and greeted you with a smile. You smiled back but didn’t have time to chat. Not that you cared for small talk anyways, you were there to teach.

You anxiously checked the time, and everyone except for one person was at the lesson on time.

“Great way to start the lesson” you mentioned when Snotlout finally showed up, late.

He gave you an apologetic smile but that didn’t make up for the fact that you had lost 10 minutes of valuable teaching time.

You got over it quickly though, because your mind became preoccupied with just how incompetent these younger dragon riders were.

One of them couldn’t even get his dragon to sit still for more than 5 seconds, so for the majority of the class time there was no hope of him learning the new flying skills you had planned for the day.

The other dragon trainer, whose name you now heard from one of the kids was Leif, managed to get the kid onto his dragon after 15 minutes of him trying on his own. Thank Odin.

The rest of the lesson went smoothly, and soon enough it was time to clean up.

You walked over the Leif and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Thanks for your help, I’m not sure what that lesson would’ve looked like if you hadn’t got that kid on his dragon” you said.

“No problem, anytime” he replied with a smile.

You turned to leave the arena, and you saw Snotlout standing with Hookfang, looking…upset?

“Jeez, who pissed in his drink this morning?” you thought to yourself as you walked out of the arena.

The rest of the day went by quicker than you anticipated. Lunch + study sesh with everyone was the same as usual, except for the fact that Snotlout was nowhere to be seen.

You chalked it up to him not wanting to study and skipping out again. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Fixing the fence was a pain, especially since the twins (who were the only other people assigned to help) were absolutely useless. They so much time fighting about who would fix it better, that neither of them actually helped fix ANY of it.

You were so thankful that dinner came as soon as it did. You strolled up to the lookout where everyone had planned to meet up for dinner.

You and Snotlout just happened to be the first people there.

“I see you’re actually early for something for once” you half-joked.

He didn’t say anything back, which surprised you. Normally he would take a jab at you any chance he got, but not today.

“I guess skipping out on the study sesh earlier really must have given you some time to get here early” you tried again.

Still, nothing.

You sat silently for what felt like hours (it was literally 5 minutes), before the rest of the crew showed up. Fishlegs was the first to arrive, and he immediately noticed Snotlout’s quiet demeanour. He was not going to be the one to complain though, he was going to enjoy the peace and quiet for as long as it lasted…

It lasted a total of 15 seconds before the twins showed up and started talking loudly about everything they did (or didn’t) do that day, which included NOT helping you fix the fence (you were still bitter about it).

Once everyone else had arrived, everyone began eating and chatting. Not Snotlout though, he was quiet. None of the usual kicking your shin or pushing Tuffnut off the end of the bench. Just…eating silently.

You wondered what had brought on this sudden change of character, but you were soon preoccupied with the group conversation.

Dinner went by quickly, and you were thankful for it. All you could think about was how badly you wanted to be back in your bed. You had hoped that after a nights rest, tomorrow’s dragon training lesson would go better.

You usually stayed behind to clean up, as it gave you something to do to wind down from the day before you went home.

Everyone else made their way down from the lookout and started to head home, thanking you as they left.

But one person had stayed behind.

“So you and Mr. Dragon Trainer must be pretty close then, huh?” Snotlout asked suddenly.

You turned around with a confused look and didn’t know how to respond.

“I saw you two at the end of the lesson today, you seemed like you REALLY enjoyed his company” he said.

“I was thanking him for getting that kid on his dragon, that’s all. Plus, why do you even care?” you responded. “It’s not like you offered up a helping hand much today” you added before scooping up the rest of the leftover food and tossing it to the dragons that were lying below the lookout.

“Well I would have if I had a chance to, but you seemed to busy with good ol’ Mr. Dragon Trainer to notice if I did” he said.

“Why does it matter if I notice? You’re there to teach a class Snotlout, not show off” you replied, sitting down on the bench across from him.

“Why do you think I even took up teaching that class? I knew he was going to be there, but do you really think I enjoy teaching a class with that guy? No I certainly don’t” he retorted.

“What are you getting at, Snotlout?” You were completely lost about where this conversation was going.

“I took up teaching that class because I would get to teach with you” he blurted out. He immediately looked like he regretted it, and looked down at the floor.

“What do you mean you wanted to teach with me? You treat me like you can’t even stand me half the time. You’re constantly trying to annoy me and get me to be frustrated with you, why would you want to spend MORE time with me?” you asked, sincerely confused.

“You ever think about the fact that maybe I don’t want to annoy you? Maybe I just wanted the attention that came from it?” he asked softly, still looking at the ground.

“What- huh?” you stammered, trying to compose your thoughts.

“You really thought I wanted to annoy you because, what, I disliked you? No, I wanted you to notice me.” he said.

You took a moment to process what was happening; the man who had spent the past who-knows-how-long pestering you, teasing you, and picking fights with you, wanted you to…notice him?

“I didn’t think that being nice would make you notice me. I thought I’d just seem like every other guy in the village. Which apparently seems to be your type, seeing as you were buddying it up with Leif earlier…” he mumbled at the end.

“Please for the love of Thor, enough about Leif! I don’t care about him. In fact, he didn’t even know his name until today. That should show you just how little he matters to me” you responded, slightly irritated.

“Sorry. I just..I don’t know. Seeing you with him today, touching his shoulder, I got jealous. I wanted you to notice me but you were too busy with him” he admitted.

You almost couldn’t believe the words you were hearing.

He finally looked up from the ground, and took a deep breath.

“I guess I’m too far into this now not to get it all out, so I might as well just tell you. I’ve been into you for a long time, Y/N” he said, while scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“I took the shift today because I wanted to finally show you how I really am, that i’m not just some obnoxious guy and I actually know what i’m doing. This is obviously not how I planned for the day to go, but here we are” he said.

“I just didn’t know how to tell you or show you how I felt. I don’t like annoying you, I just thought it was the only way I’d get your attention. I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to think it was because I disliked you” he said sadly.

You looked at him for a moment before getting up to go sit next to him.

You didn’t touch him, you just sat silently next to him and listened.

“I want to show you that I’m a good guy, and—“ you cut him off.

“Look. Now that I know all of this, there’s some things I need to say too” you started.

“You didn’t have to do all of…that to get me to notice you. I really liked being around you, but you just made it so difficult and I thought you didn’t like me.” you said.

“You know, I was into you for a while too…it started around a year ago” you admitted quietly after a moment of silence.

He looked surprised.

“I just couldn’t bring myself to sacrifice my focus on teaching for some feelings that I was pretty sure weren’t going to be reciprocated. So, I started to ignore you, and then you started to do…whatever all that was to get my attention” you looked at the ground as you said it.

“You should’ve just told me” he said.

You looked at him for a moment, analyzing his face to see whether he was being sincere or not.

“I’m serious. I wouldn’t have made fun of you. Gods, I was already crushing on you back then. I would’ve been ecstatic if you just told me” he said with a smile.

“Look, I feel like some apologies are in order. I’ve been an asshole. I shouldn’t have tried to get your attention the way I did, and I really shouldn’t have gotten so jealous today. I’m sorry, Y/N” he said, turning his body to fully face you.

You took a moment to appreciate the apology before answering.

“I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did either. I just shut you out instead of dealing with my feelings and I just made everything worse” you said.

You both sat silently for a moment, trying to process everything that had been said in the last few minutes. Everything was going to change now.

“Can we…start over? I want to show you who I really am, not just some obnoxious guy who can’t flirt to save his life” Snotlout said.

“Yeah, I think I’d like that actually” you responded. “But can we skip the part where we pretend we don’t have feelings for eachother? I mean, now that’s it’s all out in the open anyways…” you asked.

“Yes, please” he said with a smile.

You smiled back and inched closer to him on the bench. You gave him a very light smack on the arm.

“That’s for all the times you tried to get on my nerves” you joked.

You quickly leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“That’s for everything after”

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AN: Omg this is my first fanfic ever, i hope it’s not too bad. Feedback is appreciated (pls be kind though)💗💗

More coming soon! I have a few WIPs cooking in my drafts waiting to be finished to get ready for more Snotlout x reader content

[starconstruction]

Designated Ride

Yena x Male Reader (smut)

smut tags: pussy licking, blowjob, public sex, bathroom sex, throatpie, riding.

word count: 3312

forgive my britishness (i've been living a lie and autocorrecting to american spellings) for saying jumper 💔

after 4 months I have finally realized i have not been spacing my introduction properly, much love. Tried a few new things, I wanna write 9000000 yena fics, these pre-fic spaces are getting too long but i yap

Plans rarely make it out of the group chat between you four.

So it was a miracle you guys were here right now, in the glorious shining sun shining radiantly amongst your group. The skies were clean and crisp, shining a nice blue as all clouds decided to go on holiday which is certainly unusual here.

Its a shame that you were alone again.

Turns out being for lack of a better words (or more realistically Yuri's words) a "pathetic bitch loser" means you ended up here alone while they sat in a 2 and a half hour queue for a 30 second ride they swear is "worth it".

You don't necessarily believe them, but if they desire to do so there is no point in shooting down their excitement.

Besides its not all bad.

You get to waltz around the park entirely uninterrupted joyfully and do some rides that they stuck their noses up at.

Different tastes and all, it just so happens to be that you are the odd and obviously right one out.

You walked through the hundreds of people that walked in the way opposite. The full package deal so to speak; annoying children whining at their parents, teenagers randomly mantling each other's backs, the elderly who definitely didn't want to be here. You weaseled through them all just about, only pushing into like... 15 people.

You got to the ride that Minju called the worst, a simple blue water-slide. Sure it was made for children, probably those who haven't formed as much as an independent thought. But there's nothing wrong with enjoying the more simplistic pleasures in life. Climbing up the rickety staircase that almost certainly did not pass health standards, peering towards the ride those three went on. In their defense it certainly looked impressive, making everything its vicinity look miniature in comparison, considering how much they scream at the littlest things it did seem like an odd choice.

You let the minutes pass you by, waiting for the queue of children to slowly funnel down the slide. In your sightseeing you saw a blob of pink hair that looked almost familiar, she was looking down and you couldn't see much more than that.

"Sir how many?" The employee asked, holding the chain in his hand.

"One." You said quickly, getting nothing more than a curt nod before being allowed through. Mantling the orange raft and laying back. It only took a few seconds for everyone else to get into position before you were hurling down the slide, fingers grabbing onto the supports far tighter than the speed demanded. It only took a few seconds before you were at the bottom again, hitting a stylish jump (at least in your opinion) out onto the soft ground.

You would never fathom why Minju hated that ride with every fiber of her being.

"Hey!" A voice squealed to your left, a voice you'd recognize anywhere, Yena. Confirming your earlier suspicions.

You took a glance at her, wearing a cyan shirt with fabric far too thick for this weather. She almost certainly agreed, jumper wrapped around her waist, just not done particularly well by the arms dangling against her bare thighs. She gave you a quick smile and waved you over towards her.

"Oh hey Yena, you work here now?" You walked closer.

"Yep! Got the summer gig I wanted! I've loved this place since I was a kid." That was true, she didn't shut up about it, not that you minded. You've never seen joy quite as contagious as she talked about this place, probably why you ultimately came here in the first place.

"Sweet, does that not mean you have like... a ride to attend to?" Yena flashed a face of feigned offense, pulling her phone out from her pocket.

"Already trying to get rid of me?" She pouted. "But no, I haven't been assigned anything in particular right now. I guess I just get to walk around?"

"Fair enough, well I guess I can keep you company..." You rolled your eyes.

"How generous, anyways... Why have you came here alone? Do you not have friends?" She asked, stepping a bit too close as she intruded on your personal space carelessly.

"I'm not, they just wanted to sit in a queue for 2 and a half fucking hours." You grumbled.

Yena smirked, you knew what that look meant. It just surprised you it came so quickly, she moved you two slightly out of earshot.

"So what I'm hearing is we have some time to kill right?" The scent of her perfume intertwined itself with the scent of summer sweat and new clothes.

"I guess we do, would you happen to have anything in mind?" You murmured, playing innocent.

"I say we break this job in, you remember the last time right?" Oh god you did.

It was her first job, a number of years back. At the gas station not too far from the two of yours houses. She messaged you to keep her company in the middle of the night, expecting her to just want you to listen to her yap for a few hours.

That was certainly not what happened, Yena had black hair back then. You remembered it so vividly, probably because she backed you into the staff toilet and made you grab a handful of it. Pushing your far too erect cock into her ever divine mouth, there were very few words shared. Just the sweet gags of Yena taking your cock in as delightfully as possible, you didn't last long that night. Giving her the load she desperately craved, swallowing it all in one gulp.

You two made a bit of a habit after that, every night shift ended up with some form of messing around. Its honestly a miracle she didn't get fired from the job.

"Yeah, but this is a lot busier than that dingy ass gas station." She giggled.

"Yeah, but I'm staff silly! They so graciously offered me a hotel room since my commute is far too long. We just need to discretely make it that way" She pointed south, "If anyone asks I'm showing you where to go, got it?" You nodded.

Yena lead the charge, moving at a moderate pace. Evidently already enjoying herself in her head; legs not separating quite far as they normally do, her hand finding any opportunity to discretely brush against your thighs when nobody is looking.

The walk is also far too long for your own sanity, giving you chances to imagine all the things you could do to her in a personal hotel room. All depending on how much time she gives you. Maybe you could reunite your cock with her blissful mouth or possibly you could ram her against the wall, or the bed, or the floor, she'd look good in any. You knew first hand of course.

"Quick right here." You followed, the hotel coming into view, it was in the shape of a scrap fish. You chuckled at its sight. Yena was less impressed than you, possibly numb to the sheer absurdity of it.

You two had finally made it to the ocean blue door, Yena scanning her keycard in a rush. Her hastiness resulted in you basically being shoved into the metallic wall of the elevator. "Ow Yena, relax a bit."

She hit the buttons, taking you to the top floor. "I'm impatient, okay?? Is that what you want to hear, we don't have long." Truthfully neither of you knew how much time the two of you had, but she's right.

The elevator opened with a satisfying ding! Yena skipping straight ahead to the door in front of her, 832. It'd probably help to remember that just in case.

She slammed the door behind you, giving you no time to prepare before her hands were on you, fingers grabbing onto the fabric of your shirt hungrily. Tugging you forward, roughly catching your lips in a needy kiss. The agonizing walk must have only furthered her desperation, her tongue sliding into your mouth as you struggled to keep up.

You grabbed at Yena's clothed ass, fondling the firm flesh that you've enjoyed many times before. With your hands, your fingers and even your tongue. Another idea perhaps, but you turn your focus onto kissing Yena passionately. Her tongue resigning its control in exchange of you blissfully tongue fucking her mouth.

It only took a few moments for the two of you to run out of breath, Yena gasping for oxygen which you capitalized on. Lifting her up in your arms to which she yelped "Oh!".

You dropped her gently against the bed, Yena shuddered as she made contact. Looking up at your towering frame. "Fuck its been far too long Y/N" She gasped.

Oh god you agreed.

You definitely planned to make up for lost time, climbing over her. Getting rid of that bothersome shirt that dared to cover Yena's chest, giving it sloppy kisses on her exposed abs. The salty taste of her sweat gathering on your tongue, unashamedly licking on every crevice of her chest from her underboob that exposed itself under her maroon bra to her belly button.

She mewled out her words, "Mmh your tongue always feels good, but it'd feel better somewhere else..."

You smirked, continuing your tongue's long strokes against her chest "Yeah? Where would that be Yena?" You knew her so well and one of the things she loved the most was being fucking teased.

"Hm, just a bit lower than where you are now." She was purposefully vague.

"Oh? Here?" You asked, kissing just above the waist of her shorts.

"Psh– You know what I mean..!"

You pushed your hand between her legs, doing no more than just that. Watching her whine.

"Do I? For someone who was so desperate to rush you are oh. so. slow. in telling me what you want."

Yena finally relented, accepting the loss this time because she knows it'll only lead to greater victories. "Fine, I need you to eat me out, is that what you want to hear?"

You reveled in her confession, hands ripping off her shirt leaving her nearly bare. Saved for her underwear and shoes, you didn't fucking care for the rest of it, she wasn't wearing matching underwear, panties a shade of blue made only darker in the middle by her dripping arousal.

"Of course Yena." Your fingers rubbed the damp fabric, getting the desired affirmations you wanted in the form of a broken whimper.

You tugged her underwear down, revealing her wet pussy, wet could be understatement of the century. For she was drenched with little touch at all. The shoes acting as a barrier you did not care enough to overcome. Binding Yena's feet together -not that she had any intention or want to move- "Fuck you are so wet–"

You got closer, climbing onto the bed. The lack of being able to properly spread her legs made things a bit more difficult in terms of position, hands perching comfortably on her right thigh, blowing hot air on her entrance. She shivered, "F-fuck, come on... Stop teasing me already!"

Your breath hitched, only complying because you were equally as desperate. From the first lick you were quick, careless, demanding. sliding your tongue all over her folds, gathering Yena's ever plentiful juices. Her sweet taste being all you needed to keep going but the way her thighs twitched and shook were all the more reason to continue.

"Oh fuck! It's been so long!" Yena gasped at the first contact, you kept licking, twirling your tongue around her pussy, covering her in your spit.

"Far too long." You replied, you could discuss meeting later another day. For now you craved more.

Your lone finger pushed inside, then out, then inside, then out. Slower than your tongue, the two different speeds making Yena lose her mind. "Fuck– that, fuck–" far too stunned to speak, not that you could blame her.

You looked up at her as you licked, her hands didn't remain idle, far from it. Pinching her pink nipples firmly, her bra neatly fallen into the impromptu pile that formed somehow.

Her eyes were closed, scrunched. Mouth wide open just enough to let the sinful gasps and pleads come out, her face was flushed a deep red like she had been burnt by pleasure.

You could sense she was getting close, but it wouldn't be your tongue to finish the job. So you pulled away.

"Ah!– Why'd you stop?!" She groaned at the sudden edging, instinctively freezing her hands movement.

You moved suddenly, Yena suddenly being met with a clothed cock pitching a tent right in front of her eyes. She knew what you wanted, looking up with those fucking eyes that made you weak, giving a small kitten kiss to the straining fabric.

"You want me to suck this dick? So hard and you haven't even been touched..." Hypocrisy certainly was lost on Yena.

"Of fucking course, take every inch for me." Was all you needed to say and Yena gave her hands a new objective, pulling down the two obstructions in one fell swoop. Leaving you to be the one to finish the job.

Yena was still laying there, tongue out. Like she wanted you to claim the ultimate prize or at least the second ultimate prize. Such things are entirely trivial and semantic, you readjusted her. Tangled feet now placed at the pillow as she was given her the perfect access to your cock, to which she took happily. Hand gripping the base firmly.

"Such a good cock, you always were my favorite." You ignored any possible implication because your brain went numb at the sight of her slapping your cock against her tongue.

"Always tasting so good." She sampled it like a divine meal, giving it a barrage of kisses, making out with your tip. Beginning to take you inside her mouth, that made you weak in the knees, just barely avoiding falling backwards onto the bed.

"Fuck, Yena I've missed this..." You gasped, she responded with taking half way. Bobbing her head up and down as a frantic swirl of pink hair, "Like that." Her hands pumped what she couldn't fit inside her silky mouth.

She hungrily swallowed every inch that she could muster, cheeks hollowing out, mouth somehow even tighter than before. Yena relinquished her hand, moving them to your thighs. You knew the look she just gave you, its the please fuck my mouth look.

You grabbed the back of her head, grabbing onto enough of her hair to move her. Yena closed her eyes as you pulled her down to your base, taking you straight to the hilt. Gagging all over your length as she crammed it into her mouth, nose pushing against your crotch in satisfaction.

"Fucking hell Yena, always so good at this..." You pulled her up and down on your cock, letting your tip slam against the back of her vibrating throat as she deepthroated your cock sinfully.

She couldn't really respond, but made her presence known with as many mewls and guttural sounds she could. You bobbed her head quickly, using her mouth as a sleeve for the both of yours pleasure.

The sight of Yena choking herself on your cock was filthy; obscene, the only words that came to mind at this point. The sheer lust in your head drowning out any coherency you once had.

Yena drooled all down her chin, certainly not fit for work in how she looks currently. "Shit...."

ring

ring

Nemonemo nemonemo sign

Well thats certainly not your ringtone.

"Shit." You said more firmly now, getting Yena off your cock.

"Damn buzzkills, hold on." She brought the phone to her ear. "Yep, i'll be over in just a second. On the other side of the park. K thanks, bye."

"I take it we are being interrupted?" You sighed, solemnly missing the feeling of Yena's mouth on yours.

"Yep, guess our luck ran out... You can jerk off if you want? Or something? I don't know to be honest." Yena quickly got to work, reclipping her bra around her breasts, tugging her panties upwards, grabbing her perfume from her bag and quickly making herself as presentable as possible. The event's that transpired here chalkable as just being slightly unkempt.

"Nah, I'll go on some more rides while I wait for the others. Fucking stupid job." You groaned as you put your trousers back on.

"Fuck I wanted to cum! I still do... I'll text you if i get a free minute!" She promised, the two of you discreetly getting out of there.

-

The opportunity presented itself a few hours later, just an hour before closing.

They wanted to go on another ride.

Yena texted you that she was free for the next 10 minutes.

The hotel was a luxury you didn't have time to reach.

This would have to do.

You were sat on the toilet seat, down to your shoes, cock pointing towards Yena's entrance. She sank down, taking every inch of you inside.

"Fuck... This is my favourite ride of them all." You ignored her cheesy comment, she was squeezing the life out of your shaft, bouncing up and down vigorously, slamming against your crotch as she rode the stolen high from earlier.

"Bounce on my cock for me Yena!" You moaned against her ear, hoping that there wasn't people this close to the stool. She was snug around you, your praise making her squeeze even tighter.

"Ah!" That was far too loud.

"Quiet... Don't want people to hear how well you are taking this cock do you?"

Yena nodded and kept bouncing up and down, she was fast, rolling her hips as she rode. "Fuck your throbbing..." You kneaded her ass in between thrusts, groping the soft flesh with pure desperation, want, need.

"We don't have very long, cum for me Yena." You cooed. Yena gasped in your ear, you couldn't expect her to do all the work, swapping positions as you pushed her against the stool door. Thrusting into her needy cunt with all the strength you had left, holding your hand against her mouth, muffling her sweet moans that nobody else deserved to hear.

Her legs trembled in the air, her face was beet red and sweaty, she was getting closer for you.

You could feel her get somehow even more tighter than before, she was getting close. Desperate to hit that high, the clock was ticking. Yena seizes in your embrace, gushing her girlcum all over your shaft, some dripping on the floor, her explosive orgasm nearly making you blow your load right inside her.

You had to act quick, pulling out of her warmth and descending her onto the filthy floor, pushing your cock into her warm mouth, fucking her hole with reckless abandon as there was no time to waste. She gagged up saliva as the new position made you go down her throat.

Your orgasm crept up inside of you, shooting the biggest load you've had ever down her throat, rope after rope filled Yena's throat as she took it all.

You were honestly impressed with how she endured all of that, pulling your cock out of her warm mouth as you fell backwards, "Shit... I'm gonna be late! That took 15 minutes... Help me quickly!" She gasped, you helped her dress herself, spray the perfume for the second time and hope she didn't get in too much trouble.

"If I don't get fired maybe you should come to this park alone... Perhaps you could spend the night."

"Sure thing, they are going to be out of queue soon so I've also gotta run, nice to see you again." You laughed.

"See ya! Hope I was up to customer satisfaction guarantee!" She blew you a kiss and left the stool, you secretly sneaking out a few minutes later when the coast was clear.

[keisgirl]

the last serve ; atsumu miya

enemies to lovers ahh plot!!

you weren’t supposed to end up at volleyball.

you’d signed up to be the manager of the basketball team. you liked basketball. you understood the game. the rules made sense. it didn’t hurt that the team captain was cute either. but the teacher in charge of club placement misread your form. and now you were stuck with volleyball.

inarizaki volleyball team, specifically.

the first day, miya atsumu looked you dead in the eye and said, “great. another one.”

you didn’t know what he meant at the time. you would learn.

"another one" meant another manager who couldn’t keep up. who asked too many questions. who didn’t know what ‘pipe’ meant. who brought the wrong kind of tape. another distraction. another name he wouldn’t bother remembering.

he remembered yours anyway.

mostly because you annoyed him.

you asked questions. you took notes during practice. you made charts. you had a planner with page tabs and color codes. you told him once to stop flirting with a girl near the vending machine and get back to drills.

he hated that. he hated you.

for a while.

you got used to being around them fast.

aran was the first to treat you like a human being.

“ignore him,” he told you after practice one day, nodding toward atsumu, who was sulking on the bench after missing a serve. “he’s allergic to being told what to do.”

“that would explain the twitch in his eye when i said the word ‘schedule,’” you muttered.

aran snorted. “you’ll survive.”

osamu was... tolerable. mostly quiet. liked snacks. rolled his eyes whenever atsumu got too loud, which was often.

suna said little, but watched everything. you once caught him filming atsumu mid-tantrum and later learned he edited it into a meme and sent it to the whole team group chat. he called you ‘boss’ sarcastically after that.

but it was kita that you respected. everyone did. he didn’t say much. didn’t yell. didn’t need to. when kita looked at you, it felt like he saw through you. once, you forgot to update the hydration schedule. he didn’t scold you. he just said, “we trust you. that’s why we expect better.”

you never forgot again.

the first year passed like that. cold silence. glares. short, clipped conversations.

“water.”

“stretching sheet.”

“stats?”

and then you’d hand him whatever it was without looking at him.

you weren’t trying to impress him. you didn’t want anything from him. that’s what pissed him off the most.

people always wanted something from him. attention. praise. a photo. a text back.

you didn’t even want to be there. he could tell.

but you still showed up. rain or heat or tournament stress, you were always there. taping ankles. cleaning floors. analyzing footage. your handwriting in the match notes was always a little crooked at the bottom, like you were writing them late at night.

still, he never said thank you. not once.

second year was worse.

he started getting good. scary good. the kind of good that made other schools hate him. the kind of good that meant he started getting cocky. loud. unbearable.

you rolled your eyes every time he smirked after a spike. you told him to stop winking at the crowd. you said he wasn’t oikawa, and that set him off.

"take that back," he said, walking up to you after practice, hair damp and jaw tense.

"no," you said, shoving the towel into his chest.

he stared at you, chest rising and falling. sweat on his collarbone. mouth parted like he was about to say something cruel.

but he didn’t.

you walked away first. you always did.

third year was... different.

you’d both grown.

he cut his hair. started waking up earlier. started listening more. and you weren’t the same either. you’d gotten sharper. more confident. louder when you needed to be.

you were both older. almost adults.

that was the problem.

sometime after the summer training camp, something shifted. it was the way he looked at you now. it wasn’t annoyance anymore.

it was something else.

it started when you were alone in the gym, going over the libero stats. he came in late, said nothing, just grabbed a drink and leaned against the wall.

you glanced up, only to find him staring at you. hard.

you raised a brow. “what?”

he didn’t blink. “nothin’.”

but he didn’t stop staring.

and then there were the touches.

too-long handoffs. his fingers brushing yours when he grabbed tape. the way he’d lean close when you showed him game footage, shoulder pressed to yours, breath warm on your cheek.

the smirks returned too. not loud, not performative—quiet ones. like he knew something you didn’t.

you didn’t say anything.

neither did he.

the first real incident happened after a match.

you lost.

everyone was tense. it was the first major loss of the season, and no one wanted to speak.

atsumu lingered.

he didn’t get on the bus right away. instead, he stood outside, unwrapping his knee brace, jaw clenched.

you walked past him to load the equipment.

“you gonna cry about it or get on the bus?” you said.

he looked up sharply.

“fuck off,” he muttered.

you shrugged. “just saying.”

you thought he’d ignore you. instead, he walked over and backed you into the storage shed wall.

“you got a problem with me, manager-chan?” he said low, mocking.

you looked up at him. he was close. too close. his breath smelled like sports drink and mint gum. your heart kicked hard against your ribs.

“no,” you said. “just think you could’ve passed more.”

he scoffed. leaned in a little more. “maybe i like pissin’ you off.”

your voice came out quieter than you meant. “maybe it’s mutual.”

his eyes dropped to your mouth.

then he stepped back.

“get on the bus,” he muttered.

you did.

but you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

after that, it got worse.

you’d find yourself looking for him during drills. watching the way his hands flexed before a jump serve. the way his uniform clung to the line of his back.

he flirted less with other people. but not with you.

with you, it wasn’t flirting. it was... watching. wanting.

you caught him staring at you during water breaks. caught him biting his lip when you tied your jacket around your waist.

it was insane.

you didn’t even like him.

you used to hate him.

but the thing about hatred is that it’s just passion in disguise. and passion, when left to simmer for too long, starts to rot. starts to burn.

by winter, you were both burning.

the second real incident happened after a late practice.

you were alone again. the gym lights dim. snow outside.

he stayed back.

you pretended not to notice, packing up towels.

“you need a ride?” he asked suddenly, voice echoing in the empty space.

you looked up. “no.”

he walked over anyway. stood in front of you. silent.

“what?” you asked.

he didn’t say anything. just stared.

and then he kissed you.

rough. quick. like he couldn’t help himself.

your hands were full of towels. your mouth was full of him.

you kissed back.

you shouldn’t have.

but god, you did.

he pulled away first.

you stared at each other, breathing hard.

then you left. didn’t say a word.

you didn’t talk about it.

you couldn’t.

it happened again two weeks later. after another win. this time in the locker room hallway. this time slower. more desperate.

he pulled your jacket down your arms. you tugged at the waistband of his warm-ups. it didn’t go far. it never went far. just hands. mouths. heat.

you never talked.

but you always came back.

finals season hit. college decisions. stress.

he started texting you.

it started with questions. game stuff. logistics. reminders.

then it was jokes. then it was late-night “u up?” texts. then it was nothing but your name in lowercase and a photo of his hand with a fresh wrap, like he needed you to see him.

you always answered.

you didn’t know what this was.

you weren’t dating. he never said you were pretty. he never asked you to hang out. you never kissed in daylight. only in corners. only in shadows. always hidden. always quiet.

but it still felt like something.

something dangerous.

spring rolled in.

you both knew it was almost over.

you had three matches left.

he started acting strange.

quieter. more focused. but his eyes would still find you. in the gym. on the bench. in the stands.

he kissed you before semi-finals.

you were in the equipment shed again. it was raining.

he pushed you against the wall, tongue in your mouth, hands on your hips.

“we shouldn’t,” you whispered.

“then stop me.”

you didn’t.

after the final match, you both stood alone outside the gym.

the rest of the team was celebrating.

atsumu leaned against the railing, hair wet with sweat, jersey half untucked.

you walked over slowly.

“you were good,” you said.

he didn’t look at you. “i know.”

you rolled your eyes. “so humble.”

he finally looked at you. “gonna miss this.”

you nodded. “me too.”

a pause.

then, softly—

“gonna miss you, too.”

you froze.

he never said things like that.

you looked at him. he looked tired. real.

“you don’t have to,” you said.

he laughed once, bitter. “what, you wanna sneak around in college too?”

you didn’t answer.

he stepped forward. closer than he ever had.

“i hated you when we met,” he said.

you smirked. “i know.”

“thought you were annoying. too serious. always in my fuckin’ business.”

you tilted your head. “and now?”

he stared at your mouth. then your eyes.

“still think you’re annoying,” he whispered. “but i want you anyway.”

you kissed him first this time.

he held your face like he meant it.

like he’d been waiting for this the whole damn year.

you didn’t know what would happen after graduation.

you didn’t know what he’d be to you in a year. in a month. in a week.

but you knew this:

miya atsumu hated you once.

and now he couldn’t stop wanting you.

not even if he tried.

[jeonscatalyst]

I just have to ask them, since that cult won't stay out of Jikook spaces or off Jikook's back. Why do you want Tae to date Jk, who you claim does fanservice & hurts him? Why do you want Tae to date Jk, who prioritizes another man over him? Why do you want Tae to date JK, who spends couple days with another man and not him? Why do you want Tae to date JK, who enlisted with another man over him? Why do you want Tae to date JK, who told 20 million people he showers with another man? Why do you want Tae to date JK, who went on vacations with another man & created a show together, said he wanted to do the show for 50 years with him, where Tae had no clue & found out through group chat and had to insist on coming himself? Why do you want Tae to date Jk, when he was clearly happy with someone else?

These are valid questions. Nothing here would be considered healthy or romantic. So what do you get out of it then, if TK is real? Wanting to see them date cause they're hot? Popular? or cause you're scared to see your bias with someone else so you say its cosplayers & use JK to feel better? Clearly its not because you think they're in love, because you don't love someone & do 'fanservice' with someone else, shower with someone else & tell the world while throwing it in your partners face or leave someone you love to enlist with someone else, when you had a chance to be together. They can't answer it cause its never been about TK, its about them wanting it for them no matter how toxic it is. What does that cult think is gonna happen? Jk is gonna get out of the shower with Jimin and go get in Tae's shower? What do PJM's think is gonna happen. Jimin is gonna leave Jk's side after 18 months and never speak to him again? What do JJK's think is gonna happen. Jk is gonna drop Jimin and marry them or some woman to fulfill their fantasies? All this crashing out over Jikook since enlistment & discharge & traveling together from all sides, is pure insanity. All while JIkook are living their best lives without a care in the world about your negativity or your tears. This fandom needs a real reality check.

You know what’s funny, anon? Taekookers are losing their minds over Jungkook traveling with Jimin to multiple countries right after his military discharge even though, on the day Jungkook was discharged ,Tae was off hanging out with his Wooga friends. You never see them upset at Tae for not being there with Jungkook, even though you’d think that’s when a boyfriend would be expected to show up. But God forbid Jungkook decides to spend time traveling with someone he’s just spent 18 months with in the military.

The reason Taekookers are so quick to strip Jungkook of his autonomy and paint him as some kind of puppet is because deep down, they know that if Taekook were truly in a relationship, then it’s clearly not an ideal one. So to cope, they convince themselves that everything Jungkook does for, to, or with Jimin is either forced or tied to some contractual obligation. That way, Jungkook isn’t a “bad boyfriend” he’s just doing what he has to do. He’s not choosing to be with Jimin, he’s simply following orders.

They’ll say anything to avoid admitting that Jungkook does these things with Jimin because he wants to. But of course, it wouldn’t make sense to them that Jungkook would rather travel the world with Jimin than spend quality time with a “boyfriend” he barely saw for 18 months so instead, they twist the narrative to fit their fantasy.

Truth is, they want Taekook to be in a romantic relationship so badly that they’ll accept any theory no matter how far-fetched as long as it protects that illusion.

[doodlingwren]

@t4tadrienette tags BECAUSE I NEED TO DROP THE WHOLE ITALIAN DUB LORE

I’ve already explained some things in an older post of mine, but it was quite short so I might as well add some more stuff.

AND YES. There’s a lot to unpack… 😂

I suspect the anime dub was based on the French version, although in an article I’ve read the dub director (Enrico Carabelli) said they translated from English [ various sources : x | x | x | x ].

Forget for a moment the fact that a bunch of teens sounds like a group of 30 year olds who have two mortgages on their back. They apparently have a Masters of Art in Liberal Studies with a focus on Italian Literature because they keep quoting poets like Dante or Giacomo Leopardi or Ugo Foscolo!

Okay, jokes aside, the writer that translated and did the dialogue writing adaptation (Stefano Cerioni) went for a more “original” approach that, if everything, made even more memorable and iconic the Classical Series. Hadn’t been for the dignified and courtly way the characters express themselves, I doubt it would have become so iconic. Still today, it's "cavalieri" and not "saints" for Italian fans.

To be fair, I need to add that most of these changes had been made because… they didn’t have a choice. When I said they had the script in English, I mean they had just SOME lines the characters were saying without any other context (on top of the missing lines, only a few episodes had the intro that explained what was going on). And most importantly, they had one day to translate and dub the episode because the next one it would have gone on-air. This also explains why in some occasions a line from an episode contradicts what was said in a previous one. Couldn’t they use the manga? Well, the first edition made by Granata Press was published after the anime was aired (July 1992 versus March 1990), there was no way to know where the plot was going!

In short to make up for the missed context they had to add something and that’s the reason for the literature quotes (erm. making stuff up). Were those additions faithful to the original? Not really, no. But the STYLE they had is UNSURPASSABLE: the acting alone gave such an emphasis that in the end it didn’t matter if what they were saying was correct or not. And this was thanks to the incredibly talented voice actors: despite the fact that the characters change voice actors quite a number of times during the series (ex. Aries Mu had throughout the whole animated series six different voice actors) or the same actor portraying different characters, what was missing was successfully supplemented by their skills.

Besides... since they are Knights and not Saints, all the talking like medieval knights actually makes sense here.

This is because of censorship, a violent cartoon could not be related to the Christian religion. It’s the same reason why the title “Pope” was changed to “High Priest” (Gran Sacerdote), because a villain could not be associated with the word “Pope”.

As in many anime or animated products from Japan from the 80s-90s, Italy generally changed the names to some more “Italian sounding ones”.

Often it was made to allow people to recognize the characters more easily (there was the common misconception of “all cartoons are made for kids”, while some are actually for a more mature audience) and for merchandise reasons. As far as I’m aware, back in the days the animated series were imported thanks to some Toys Factory who wanted to sell dolls, action figures, games and other merchandise in Italy (for Saint Seiya, it was Giochi Preziosi). It was in fact easier for parents to remember names like Phoenix or Andromeda rather than Ikki or Shun!

There are a few ways to do it!

Saints are simply named after their constellations or their stars in Italian:

Shun is Andromeda, Shiryu is Sirio, Seiya is Pegasus etc.

Saints have their names changed in their constellation but in English: Aphrodite is Fish, Shura is Capricorn etc.

YES, some characters got more lucky than others. Shiryu gets to have his own name while Seiya has just the name of his Constellation. This becomes a bit weird if you consider that they are called like this even before obtaining their Cloth!

Exceptions also exist.

Aldebaran got the Italian name for his constellation (Toro). And very funny, Saga is known simply as Gemini, while Kanon keeps his name without any problem. I don’t know why.

Another way was to change them for assonance:

Aiolia becomes Ioria

Mu is now Mur

The last way is to simply change the name completely:

Aiolos is Micene (don’t ask)

Hyoga is Crystal (DON’T ASK)

Shaina is Tisifone

Marin becomes Castalia

Lizard Misty is checks notes… Eris…?

Most of them can only confuse people, especially if you started by reading the manga, which usually keeps the original names (except for some cases).

To be honest, I do like some of these name changes, such as Shaina: Tisiphone is one of the Erinyes, better known as the Furies, Goddesses of Vengeance in Ancient Greek mythology (considering her first appearances… yeah… it suits her very well). Oh, in Greek Mythology, this goddess fell in love with a mortal but was rejected, so her hair turned into a poisonous snake that bit and killed her.

I really liked the Italian Dub, although I am too young to be part of that generation that grew up watching the series on television! But, if you want my personal take, the Italian anime translation should be considered its own thing. I know that even in the original Japanese version the anime and the manga are quite different, but the Italian experience can only be seen for itself.

Saint Seiya, from a pure fandom/meta pov is just fascinating.

Most people have very little consideration for the source material. The lore is mainly builded on 8 specific spin offs -none canon. The show has so much inconsistency that you have to play pick and choose about practically anything. Ages and power systems are basically stickers on a notebook, misplaced and scraped off every new trimester. There are somehow fights on what is canon or not. One of the characters sole existence ledd to the introduction of the term “yaoi” to the world. The girls in the manga are all 16 and terribly written. It’s considered as one of the most iconic shōnen ever. The older fandom is split on either the ones that accuse the new adaptations of “turning the show woke” or the ones that is like “in retrospect they were all kind of gay”. There is so much South American content about that saga it might rivaling the Japanese one. The French part may or may not be a cult for an obscure parody that is the backbone of the entire French anime parody game. The name “knights of the zodiac” definitely comes from European fans trying to guess the og name. It also, funnily enough, makes more sense on the long term than Saint Seiya. Every 10-20 years the USA will make a weird remake that always flops. It was considered a kid show in the 80s, and is still in the collective unconscious of some countries. The author’s favorite part of the fandom is The Gays.

Everything about this serie is a mess from point A to point ω. I love it.

[cupid-diary]

THIS ISN'T JUST A CRUSH | profiles II

SUMMARY she was the girl who once tripped over a chair leg and apologised to it. the kind of person you'd barely glance at twice in the hallway – funny? sure, but easy to miss. and then she disappeared. two years. no contact. now she's back! not to relive the past but to live loudly. she wasn't supposed to fall back into their orbit. they weren't supposed to start looking at her like that. but this isn't highschool anymore. and this isn't just a crush.

profiles – boys on read | next`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹

💼 jungwon. 20. political science & business double major. the reliable one, the responsible one. the one who knows more than he lets on, somehow always two steps ahead. he's the kind of guy who plans study sessions but ends up mediating a group argument halfway through. his words are measured, but when he does speak, people listen. he noticed y/n back in highschool. not enough to say anything. but enough to remember. now she's back – louder, brighter and different, he's not sure if he missed a friend or someone more. he watches quietly and he remembers everything.

🎶 heeseung. 21. music production major with a hidden soundcloud. he's quiet in class but turns into the most chaotic texter at night. he's the guy with the lazy smile, the sharp wit and the ability to turn any sentence into a double meaning. y/n used to pass by him in hallways without much thought. now, he looks at her like he's trying to figure out an unsolved equation. there's tension. not spoken, not yet at least. but real. and when he finally breaks the silence? it's going to hurt, beautifully!

🍽️ jay. 21. international business & culinary arts double major. both because he's good at everything and refused to pick. he was known in highschool for being intimidating. cold, classy, the guy who wore cologne and leather jackets and didn't talk unless he really wanted to. y/n knew him, barely. he was the boy in the back row. the one who didn't laugh but smirked. the one who always seemed miles away, even when he was right there. but now? he's everywhere. he's still hard to read; quiet and calculated but y/n's different now. and so is he.

📏 jake. 21. engineering major with a marketing minor. he's friendly, flirty and dangerously charming. like a golden retriever with way too much game. and he knows it. jake's the type to lend you noted and compliment your shoes in the same breath. everyone likes him. everyone trusts him. but y/n? she teased him back and didn't fall for his easy grin. and maybe that's why he suddenly can't stop thinking about her. he plays cool. until he doesn't.

📊 sunghoon. 21. business & sports media double major. known for his cold aura, quick comebacks and the kind of jawline that makes people nervous. he was popular in highschool. but so was his distance. y/n recalls him being untouchable. sunghoon doesn't remember much, or so he says. but when she walks into campus again, confident and gorgeous and nothing like the girl he vaguely knew, he starts to remember a lot more than he expected. and that scares him. because this time, she's not chasing. she's walking right past him. him – the boy who never looked back... until now.

🎥 sunoo. 20. media & culture major. he's the definition of main character energy. funny, loud, brutally honest and always ready with a reaction. he and y/n weren't close before. but he always clocked her from across the room – something about her laugh, her lack of filter. now she's back and suddenly part of his circle, he's not sure whether to fight her, befriend her or fight for her. either way, he's got opinions and he will be sharing them loudly and with sparkle. underestimate him? that's the first mistake. he's soft but he's also strategic.

🎼 niki. 20. dance major. speaks fluent sarcasm and ignores all the rules. youngest, wildest and secretly the sharpest. niki came late during highschool and didn't get to reach y/n when she was still there but that doesn't mean he didn't hear about her. through the group, mostly jake and heeseung, he learnt the lore. he's caught up on the drama. and now that she's here, he's got a front-row seat. he claims not to care but he's watching, and his comments? surprisingly insightful. never misjudge him. he knows what's really going on before anyone else does.

TAGLIST open @zoe1love @haechology @xoseraphinaa @ddolleri @downtoeden @hawarun

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝-𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.

[yennefer-of-vengerbergs]

OC Layers Tag Game

Thank you for the tags @andromedaancunin @bhaal-battle-beer-bard ❤️

LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE

Name: Syanna (eventually Ancunin 🥰)

Eye Color: Green

Hair Style/Color: Red hair, which she usually wears in a bun, braid or ponytail. Occasionally she will leave it down, or keep it in a half up, half down style too.

Height: 165 cm

Clothing Style: Practical but with a bit of elegance and flair at the same time

Best Physical Feature(s): I’m biased, but everything, if you ask me 😅

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE

Fears: That the urges will come back, losing her memories again, being abandoned/alone

Guilty Pleasure: Lazy moments in bed with Astarion🥰 Do they have to be up and get things done? Yes. Do they WANT to be up and getting things done? No. Do they stay there until the last possible second? Also yes.

Biggest Pet Peeve: Judgemental people

Ambition for the Future: Finding a way for Astarion to go out during the day again. Besides that, she just wants to enjoy her life🥰

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS

First Thoughts Waking Up: "Five more minutes..." and some variation of wanting to cuddle with, or smooch Astarion, and playing with Scratch and the owlbear 🥰

What They Think About the Most: Hers and Astarion's plans for the day/night, where to travel next

What They Think About Before Bed: The day's highlights, whatever else of note that happened, how she wants to get comfortable and cuddle up to pookie 🤭

What They Think Their Best Quality Is: Her planning abilities and how open minded she is

LAYER FOUR: WHAT’S BETTER?

Dogs or Cats? (and owlbears!)

Single or Group Dates?

To be Loved or Respected?

Beauty or Brains?

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU?

Lie: Yes, when needed (but she won’t lie to her friends and Astarion)

Believe in Yourself: Mostly, though she does have plenty of moments of self-doubt

Believe in Love: She does now 🥰

Want Someone: Yes (spoiler alert, it’s Astarion🤭)

LAYER SIX: HAVE YOU EVER?

Been on Stage: No

Done Drugs: No

Changed Who You Were to Fit In: No

LAYER SEVEN: WHAT’S THEIR…

Favorite colors: Dark green is her favorite, but she's also partial to rich, jewel tones in general

Favorite animal: Cats, dogs, owlbears (coincidence? I think not 🤭)

Favorite book: She really enjoys adventure novels

Favorite game: Card games

LAYER EIGHT: AGE

DOB: She doesn't know it, so she just thinks of the day she rejected Bhaal, and Withers brought her back as a more symbolic birthday

How Old Will You Be: Same as the above, she doesn't know how old she is

Does Age Matter: Depends on the context and situation

LAYER NINE: FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love: 'Astarion, and Scratch, and the owlbear cub, and Myshka'

I feel: 'happy, finally'

I hide: 'my struggles'

I miss: 'my friends'

I wish: 'that we continue being happy together’

No pressure tags: @saucy-scribbler @iizven @astarioffsimpmain @serenbriar

[cricky-butspicy]

No idea if this has been asked before, and there's too many answers to go through for me to ACTUALLY find it- question for Slasher boys!

If the reader was, let's say, hurt by their family and possibly kicked out for coming out to their family as gay, bi, trans, or anything along the LGBTQ+ spectrum before they went off to college, how would the Slasher boys react to finding out that tidbit of knowledge?

ANOTHER THING- EXPECT ART OF MY READER INSERT AT SOME POINT IN TIME WHEN I FIGURE OUT MOST OF HIS DESIGN. You have a moth lover reader insert coming at ya, prepare yourself for tiny, moth color painted desk helper robots he collects and names, and prepare yourself for cute, moth themed jackets

I think there is a way to go to the magnifying glass and search posts by words/tags they contain! It's easier than going through the whole blog. If anything, I usually will link you an answer if it's been previously answered! So, no worries! This one hasn't been answered.

They seem fine at a glance. Of course they are sorry you had to go through that and are upset by it, but really, it's hard to see how upset they are by it. Like the tight fists and the bitten tongues and the pure rage trying to seep out of their skin. They focus on you when you tell. They make it about you and how they are worried about you and your feelings. They don't let you see just how worked up they are from hearing something so terrible.

Hope that these boys don't know your home address and hope that you don't give them time to find out! Also hope that you are clear on who was bad and who was good to you in your family. Otherwise you might just find that they are taking a "trip" for a few days! Where are they going? Oh, nowhere special. Just a little place they know that they want to spend a little time at. Oh? You want to come? Sorry, but maybe next time! They just need a little them time is all!

And if you look and see in the papers that your family was massacred, don't even worry about it! You get calls about them all passing away under a mysterious attack? Murderers that look to have killed in cold blood. That's so strange! Who could have done it? And Soleil and Atlas come back and ask you how you've been while they've been away and you tell them of this "tragedy" and they wonder what on earth could have happened! They comfort you a lot; they do know even separated family can have complicated ties to a person, but they assure you everything will be alright. They were so cruel to you. They didn't deserve you. You're better off without them. They'll help you through this. Everything will be ok <3 And you know, you are perfect just the way you are, right? No one could ever tell you differently, you know? Not on their watches. Not. On. Their. Watches.

In reality, this is a hard one for both of them to hear. Soleil has some major problems accepting his own sexuality while Atlas's mom has major problems accepting his sexuality and his older-half sibling's, Deimos, sexuality and gender identity. Soleil is scared his family and the world would despise him for coming out and accepting his feelings (which I will tell you, would never happen with his family. They are a very accepting group of people and love him no matter what) while Atlas's mom wants to save her children for her god (who she assumes is their god naturally.) Atlas thinks it's horseshit, and will openly flaunt how in love he is with Soleil around her and that Deimos is fucking Monty behind her back (which she full-heartedly denies,) and that her god can screw themself. He's not worried about other people's opinions like that. Especially not his mom's.

They take care of you in the way they know how.

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I look forward to your self insert!!! I live to see them all! 🥰💕 Poor Soleil will have a time! He's terrified of most flying insects but especially of butterflies with moths as a close second! He's a fearful guy! But I LOVE MOTHS SO I'M EXCTIED!

[thatfriendlyanon]

i think part of my problem is i lived with my best friend for two years of my life and have been searching for the same feeling of joy & acceptance & support ever since

[donaviolet]

Friendship is the most special thing in the world because no award could be give me bigger happiness than jumping around in my room and smiling because my pookie asked me if I wanted to match pfps

[fictional-men-enthusiast]

Old Flesh + The Parliament is conservatism.

I said what I said and I’m not taking it back.

[leori-the-unlearned]

the way digimon does conflict/drama between two characters who should be or are close: chef’s kiss <3

the way sonic idw handles creating conflict/drama between two characters who should be or are close: *wilting flower*

[dbphantom]

you know if you guys voted for stretch armstrong i probably would have shut up a lot sooner tonight