#a non-exhaustive list ofc

[reunitedinterlude]

some casualties of phil’s ass (2017 + 2018 // 2023)

bonus from 2017:

[thelunaticghost]

xvn fic recs !!

i have been meaning to do this for a while : mostly because fic recs are fun to compile and also thee seems to be a BIG shortage of any fic rec posts!! so here are some fics i have enjoyed over the years!! ofc this list is non exhaustive please note the ratings of each fic and heed the tags before reading! sorry, that i am putting in the shorter summary

anyway!! feel free to put in more fic recs too!! :D

End OTW Racism | over the edge of all our knowings by merthurlin [ G, 10,146 words , 1/1 ]

Years down the line, after the whole business with Lumine and her brother has been concluded, Venti decides to go on a world tour. He sends Xiao letters.

merthurlin got me into xiaoven so ofc my list starts with her fic! this is just so so sweet and even if its not necessarily fluffy there is a warmth to the writing it is a comfort read for me! i recommend every work by her (regardless of fandom). though in xvn End OTW racism | never dreamed of nobody like you is another excellent fic!

nocturne by yanrans [ T, 34,540 words, 4/4 ]

In which Venti sells magical music boxes, Xiao is his unwitting customer, and there is absolutely, definitely nothing more to it at all.

modern au where venti is - a scammer? - i mean a music box seller and xiao is just a regular guy and and. its funny and delightful and absolutely breath taking. i wouldnt elaborate more so as not to spoil anything further but the fic has many unexpected surprises in it! yanrans is another writer i definitely recommend to check out more! their writing style is very flamboyant and poetic.

what hides in neon shadow by morii_tea [ T, 7,547 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao is a cyborg, Venti is a thief, and the glittering city of Teyvat hides more secrets than they’re prepared to find out.

its so rare to see morally grey venti is potrayed (even though he isnt v morally grey but still. xiao having to remembering that venti isnt as honourable as he appears is yesssss wohoo). this fic has some thrilling action and a v fun cyberpunk world!! i wish it was longer but it is v exciting nevertheless

every morning in the dark by magicites [ M, 77,124 words, 34/34 ]

Stuck in a time loop where he succumbs to his karmic debt, Xiao struggles to see the point in moving forward. Venti struggles to save him.

READ THE TAGS!!! character death and suicidal thoughts are two major warnings. but DAMN this fic it's just so. SO FULL of everything WRONG with xiao!! and venti too but such a GREAT angst fic!! it gets everything so Right. magicites also happened to have written one of my most favourite genshin fic too :] and if you havent read her other works!! you are missing out!!

the half-life of the yaksha is absolute by GStK [ G, 1,000 words, 1/1 ]

Venti digs his thumbs in to keep open the wound but it is too late His gaze snaps over to the teal essence dancing over Xiao’s fingers. Now all those words will belong to him And Venti will belong to him, only.

READ THE TAGS!! now that i have went into the time loop fic ofc i have to mention the beautiful corrupt xiao prose. the imagery is flowery and grotesque!

foreigner's god by smallghosts [ T, 3,818 words, 1/1 ]

Lord Barbatos falls asleep for a few hundred years. Xiao copes with his absence in strange ways.

a pre-canon fic where xiao becomes - in a way - a worshipper? it's SO GOOD. its about the yearning!!!!!!!!! SCREAMS i dont think i have to explain further

love me like you do by Limerancy [ T, 3,000 words, 1/1 ]

They aren’t the kind of friends that touch.

TOUCH STARVED AND TOUCH AVERSE XIAO!!!!!! this fic makes me a lil bit feral. a little unhinged. i absolutely enjoy reading about the yearning , the desire JUST!!!! AAAA. this writer also writes v fluffy modern au one shots!!! so be sure to check them out too :)

The Kissing Tree by Princeliest [ G, 7,581 words, 2/2 ]

Venti kisses Xiao, and Xiao does not understand why.

VENTI COMMITMENT ISSUES!!!!! as much as i adore reading xiao angst, venti angst is still something i love seeking out and its a tragedy that its not explored enough in this ship :c but anyway!!! such amazing characterization and exploration!! princeliest is one of fav genshin writers and this fic delivers!

wishing on dandelions all of the time by OedipusOctopus [ T, 8,270 words, 1/1 ]

When Venti first catches sight of the swords artfully hung on the wall of his new roommate's bedroom, he regrets putting up the sublease on Craigslist. Firmly believing this guy is a total weirdo, Venti is more surprised than anyone when he realizes the total weirdo is actually adorable. It's not against some invisible Roommate Code to dream about kissing your roommate, right?

ofc there is a classic roommate au fic!! this was one of my most favourite fic from last years xvn week: its hilarious and silly and just a perfect relaxing read!! the characterization and their banter is so entertaining i admit i have read this multiple times!

Where Words Fail by kavvueh [ T, 27,926 words, 11/12 ]

"You're Barbatos," Xiao repeats breathlessly. The young man in front of him nods. "Yep." "But..." Xiao cuts himself off and tries again. "You're the God of songs and poetry." The Anemo Archon nods his head sagely. "More or less." Xiao fixes Lord Barbatos with the most incredulous look he can manage. "... You're failing Music Theory."

this fic is such a delight!! it has some light background lore, some silly shenanigans, miscommunications, pinning - a truly fun mixture! the fic is v light hearted but written with a lot of tenderness. i am v excited to see its conclusion!

what queer sins stain thy soul by Anonymous [ M, 3,232 words, 1/1 ]

In which Xiao, long-established asexual, learns that identity is not as stable as he’d like to believe.

there is some explicit things in it (in non explicit way) i believe religious guilt is one of the best flavouring to xvn. it is an under-explored area in this ship imo and this fic not only has that but also!!! asexuality !!!!!! this fic so so personal and its exploration of desire that gets to me a lot

unholy virtues by morphasia [ E, 17,065 words, 6/6 ]

In exchange for his body in more ways than one, Venti summons a demon to reclaim something that has been stolen from him. It's a just contract. That's all it's supposed to be. That's all it was ever supposed to be.

READ THE TAGS!!! this fic truly went creature/creature. this au is just so fascinating and funny in a twisted way (but not bad). this fic isnt for everyone though but it is definitely worth the shot.

[potato-lord-but-not]

what are your favourite ourthur head canons? sorry if this is formatted poorly, or if it's been asked before.

non exhaustive list of ourthur headcanons that I may or may not have already mentioned !!!!!!

• Noel and Arthur love to talk shit. they’ll be haters about anything and everything. They also get into debating really niche topics that neither Oscar nor John can understand.

• John has made it a point to be extra gentle with Oscar, not because he thinks Oscar’s fragile, but because he feels like he needs to prove he’s not destructive.

•Related point- He gets very self conscious around Oscar when it comes to him being more supernatural. He thinks (even after Oscar truly forgives him for his past actions) that Oscar will hate him for being otherworldly (he won’t).

• also the ourthur dynamic is like- qpr jarthur x holy ghosts. sure there’s some old feelings between Arthur and Oscar that rekindle, and John is Very infatuated with Noel (and vice versa but for different reasons), but jarthur and holy ghosts are definitely the strongest bonds.

• that being said- the weakest is probably kingsmen. Noel and Arthur are both arospec and not really romantically attracted to each other. they still care about each other tho, ofc, and they have a strong trauma bond to make up for it.

• John goes to church with Oscar on occasion. He likes the vibe, and people watching. He also likes hearing Oscar speak on the rare occasion he leads a church service.

• Oscar is probably out of the house the most, next to Noel. He does most of his detective work in the spare bedroom tho so he doesn’t leave t h a t much. Oscar’s constantly helping out at the church. John and Arthur are basically living there rent free. They help with Noel on occasion but fr those bitches Jobless.

• Noel is the resident hair dresser. He helps both Arthur and Oscar shave and styles their hair when needed. John doesn’t need to do anything to his hair because apparently he’s just perfect.

• Oscar’s good at describing things for Arthur when John’s not around. He’s a bit awkward about it at first, but can paint a really nice picture once he’s got the feel for it. Noel isn’t very descriptive in general, and doesn’t know what to really put the emphasis on. He’d describe the way a woman is stirring her tea at a diner, but forget to mention what she looks like.

I’m sure there’s more but I honestly just wanted to think about the men for a bit so. If I think of anything more I’ll add it lmao.

[meganooregano]

Non-Gallavich-centric Shameless fics

These are in no particular order. Please feel free to add to the list!

Good Brother - 247k, unfinished but so good. Easily my favourite Carl-centric fic. Carl realizes he may not be as incapable of taking care of his family as he thinks. Carl x OFC.

Making Bail (and Other Fun for the Whole Family) - 6k, Fiona returns home in the wake of Debbie's arrest, Mickey steps up as a member of the Gallagher family, and crime may or may not be committed in the process. Has Gallavich in it but i felt it wasn't about them, if that makes sense, so I'm including it here.

Outrageous Fortune - 2.3k, Debbie Gallagher and growing up. S3/S4 character study.

The five times Fiona saved Lip and Ian and the one time they saved her - 5.4k, what it says on the tin.

Familiar Patterns - 2.9k, Missing moment after the events of "You Sold Me A Laundromat Remember?" Inspired by a deleted scene. Fiona finds Debbie crying and does what she's always done.

The Great Gallagher Masher War of 2022 - 1.4k, Mickey steals Debbie’s potato masher and sets claim to it. Publically. Arguably has too much gallavich in it to belong here but it features others enough that I'm leaving it.

Taking Care of Things - 66k, de-aged Fiona. In which the kids are forced to step up, and the truth about Fiona's childhood comes out. Ft. Good brother Lip.

Redheaded Stepchildren - 280k in 2 parts. First part Debbie and Ian's relationship post S4, and then Lip and Ian. Not s5 compliant. Very well written.

Sweetbitter Love - 949, slice of life for cousins Franny, Freddie, and Charlie Gallagher.

Twelve Going On Midnight - 5.1k, Lip is 12 years old when he comes home to his older sister sobbing in the bathroom, pregnancy test on the sink. He's 12 when he finds out the baby is Frank's.

You're Not Alone, Kid - 5.7k, Lip's having trouble at college. Fiona's having trouble at home. They work it out together. Set in S4, sibling feels.

You Can Count On Me (Like 1, 2, 3, I'll Be There) - 3.1k, Fiona comes in to talk to Lip's principal about his plan for graduation.

Who We Become - 2.8k, Mickey and Fiona have a conversation about childhood, being raised by your sibling, and the people we become when we have no other choice. Fiona appreciation!

Mom, Am I Still Young? - 1.8k, Fiona has some complicated feelings about Monica's death. They all come out one night while talking to Ian.

There Is A Place (Where I Feel At Home) - 2.1k, Fiona and Liam, at their new apartment out of the South Side, talk about the Gallagher house and its past. AU s9

Stay For A Year Or Two - 2.3k, The night before Fiona leaves Chicago, she gets the opportunity to talk to Debbie.

Unpredictable - 3.9k, rewrite of Fiona's goodbye visit to Ian in prison.

Sixteen - 2.2k, Ned gets in the wrong bed while drunk at the Gallagher house. Fiona’s not happy. Aka how s3e5 should have gone.

Hungry Mouths - 8.4k, when Fiona is 17 she exhausts herself working to take care of everyone while sick. Her kids turn the tables and take care of her instead.

With the Wind - 2.2k, The kids learn that Fiona never learned how to ride a bicycle. They take it upon themselves to teach her.

Milkovich Siblings - 40k in 21 parts, (unconnected) moments between the Milkovich siblings. Aka (violently) protective big brother Iggy Milkovich.

Allies - 2.6k, Tami and Mickey are the only ones home and Tami takes the opportunity to gab with the only other non-Gallagher in the house. Probably has too much gallavich for here but I like Tami's POV.

we rarely practice discern - 1.9k, the Gallaghers go back to their roots: good old-fashioned fraud. Aka fake funeral 2: Electric Boogaloo

Just To Be Free Again - 25k, Debbie fucks off after Mickey and Ian’s wedding, leaving Franny and Sandy behind. Re-enter Fiona, fresh from Florida, tanned and well-off. Insta-hate between Sandy and Fiona. Hilarity and hate fucking ensues.

[hunzzzzz]

Save me (Bsf!Rafe x Thornton OFC): part 5

TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, cocaine, guns, blood, violence, non consensual drugging, dark themes, suicidal thoughts.

Masterlist

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

Sam lay curled up in Sarah’s bed, clutching a comforting sweater that still faintly smelled of her strawberry body mist. Was Sarah really gone? The question echoed in the quiet room, a chilling reminder of all the people she’d lost, all the people who’d slipped through her fingers. How did she keep letting this happen? Why couldn’t she hold on tighter to the few people she had left? And at this point, that list was terrifyingly short. Topper, her brother, was the only one left. And she’d pushed him away too, hadn’t she? He probably hated her now.  

The storm outside raged on, the thunder cracking and booming, each clap making Sam wince. She lay in the darkness, terrified. Of what, exactly, she wasn’t sure. It seemed that everything scared her these days. Someone holding her too close, the loud slam of a door, the sudden crack of thunder… everything sent her body spiraling into fight-or-flight mode, her nerves frayed and raw.

Exhaustion eventually claimed her, a heavy, unforgiving beast that finally overpowered the swirling chaos of her emotions. She drifted to sleep, but even in her dreams, there was no escape. The nightmares came, as they always did, haunting her with her worst memories, replaying the terror over and over again.

“Sam, baby, where you been all night?” Kelce spotted her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she stumbled back from the edge of the beach. “Woah, woah. Hey, you're to pretty to be crying like this.”

Before she could answer, he shoved a drink into her hand. “You need this. Just drink.” She didn’t question it. She was already drunk, her senses dulled, and the pain inside her, a deep, gnawing ache, was more than she could bear. She needed to escape, even if just for a little while.

She remembered her legs losing all feeling, her head spinning violently, the world tilting and swaying until she could barely stand.

“I don’t feel well,” she slurred, her words barely coherent, Kelce’s distorted face coming into sharp, unsettling focus.

“Yeah? You don’t?” he echoed, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place. His face was unnervingly close. He suddenly lifted her into his arms, his grip tight, almost bruising. “Yeah, let me take you home.”

And then… nothing. A black void. A terrifying blank space in her memory.

She woke up in the backseat of his car, disoriented and panicked. She didn’t know how she’d gotten there. She didn’t even know where she was. The beach, the bonfire, the music… it was all a hazy, distant memory.

She felt a crushing weight on top of her, the air knocked from her lungs. She looked around frantically, but the car window offered only a distorted view of unfamiliar trees and dark shadows. She couldn’t see the beach. She was trapped.

“Yeah, you like that?” she heard, Kelce’s voice now a menacing purr. She looked up, her vision swimming. He was on top of her, his face leering down at her, his hand brushing her hair back from her face in a gesture that felt suddenly invasive.

“What? What are you doing?” she stammered, her voice trembling. She tried to push him off, but her limbs were heavy, unresponsive. Her hands felt weak, useless, as if she was paralyzed. “Kelce, get off!” she yelled, her voice strained, barely a whisper.

“You love it,” he muttered, his eyes glazed over with something dark and unsettling. His hands were everywhere, touching her in ways that made her skin crawl. A wave of nausea washed over her, bile rising in her throat. Her cries were lost in the darkness, swallowed by the night.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

“Sam! Wake up!” She was being shaken awake. She shot up in bed, her body tense, colliding forehead-first with Rafe’s.

“What are you doing in here!” she shrieked, scrambling back against the headboard, pulling her knees to her chest defensively. Her heart pounded against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat echoing in the sudden silence.

“You were screaming and shouting. What’s going on?” he explained calmly, one hand on his aching forehead, the other held out to calm her.

Sam’s eyes darted around the dark room, her breath catching in her throat. She was still in Sarah’s room. Safe . Or, at least, safer than she had been in her nightmare.

Rafe kept his hands raised, his eyes filled with worry. “You good?” he asked slowly, his voice soft.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine,” she breathed, trying to regulate her breathing, placing a hand over her heart, feeling its frantic rhythm gradually slowing down. “Just a bad dream. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” He sounded unconvinced, his eyes still searching hers in the darkness.

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved off his concern, offering him an uneasy smile, hoping it looked more convincing than it felt.

He studied her for a moment, his gaze lingering, but ultimately decided against pushing. He could only give her what she was willing to accept. He didn’t want to push her too far, to trigger another wave of panic. He knew she’d come to him when she was ready to talk. Or, at least, he hoped she would.

“Okay,” he nodded, getting up from the bed, smoothing the comforter over her legs. His hand hovered over the doorknob, then he turned back one last time. “Let me know if you need anything.”

A wave of panic crashed down on Sam. She didn’t want to fall asleep again, didn’t want to relive the terror of the nightmare. “Rafe, wait,” she called out, her voice urgent, stopping him before he could open the door.

“Yeah?”

“Can you— can you just stay for a while?” she asked, the words barely audible.

Without another word, Rafe was back on the bed, sitting beside her, on top of the covers, his head resting against the headboard.

Sammy shifted restlessly under the covers, the silence between them heavy with the weight of their shared past, the unspoken resentment, the lingering anger, the aching longing, and all of Rafe’s unanswered questions.

He opened his mouth a few times to say something, to break the silence, but each time, he bit his tongue, letting the words die unspoken in his throat. He didn't know what to say. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing, of making things worse.

“You still awake?” she asked quietly, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry I woke you up,” she murmured, shifting onto her side to face him, tucking her hand under her cheek.

“Nah, you’re good,” he mirrored her movement, turning to face her as well. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“Got a lot on my mind.”

“Sarah?” she asked. From their previous conversation, he’d seemed indifferent about his sister’s fate, as if her being alive or dead was of no consequence to him.

Rafe was quiet for a moment, lost in thought. Then, the question came, raw and vulnerable. ��Do you think I’m a bad person?”

This wasn’t typical Rafe. He wasn’t usually this open, this vulnerable with Sam. It was usually the other way around. Sam was the one who bared her heart to him, and he would offer whatever support he could. When he did open up, it was usually to rant about his family, his frustrations, his anger. And Sam would be there, a sounding board, a safe space for him to vent.

His words hung in the air between them, strained, laced with a vulnerability that was startlingly unfamiliar. Was Rafe a bad person? She considered the question, weighing the good against the bad. She thought of all the times she’d called him crying, and he’d been outside her window within minutes, ready to do whatever it took to make her feel better. How he always made himself available to her, dropping everything to rush to her side.

But then there was the other side of him. His explosive anger, the rage he couldn’t seem to control. The multiple battery lawsuits Ward had to settle out of court. His utter disdain for the Pogues, the way he acted as if he was superior to them. His unwavering belief in his father’s power and influence. The way he treated other people, people who weren't her… it was often with a casual cruelty that made her uncomfortable.

He was a good person when he was with her . She knew that much. But in general… she wasn’t sure. The thought was unsettling.

His face hardened when she didn’t respond immediately, the vulnerability replaced by defensiveness. “Wow, okay,” his voice was laced with sarcasm. “Yeah, really think this through. Don’t give an immediate response. Please, take your time.” He scowled, hurt flickering in his eyes.

“Why does it matter what I think?”

“Sam, it’s a yes or no question,” he pressed.

“It doesn’t matter what I think,” she shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Do you think you’re a bad person?”

Rafe’s mind was a dark, chaotic place. Peterkin. The gun. The blood on his hands. So much blood. But it was self-defense, wasn’t it? She had a gun pointed at his dad. What was he supposed to do? He’d protected his family. Hadn’t he?

“I don’t know,” he muttered. His face, usually so carefully composed, crumpled, the mask of unwavering strength finally cracking. “I think I am,” he continued, his voice thick with self-loathing. “I think I’m terrible. Vile.”

“Why?” 

He remained silent, unable to articulate the thoughts that swirled in his mind, the images that haunted him. If he told her the truth, the ugly, brutal truth of what he’d done, it would consume her. He couldn’t do that to her. She was already carrying so much pain, so much trauma. He wouldn’t add his own darkness to her burden. He wanted to protect her, even from himself.

“I think I’m a terrible person too,” she whispered.

“You’re not,” he said, his voice firm, his gaze locking with hers. He couldn’t comprehend how she could think such a thing about herself.

“I am, though. I am . I’ve done nothing but hurt everyone who cared about me,” she confessed, the words laced with pain and regret. “I pushed everyone away—Sarah, Topper. I’ve been selfish, so fucking selfish. And now, I can’t fix it. I can’t bring Sarah back.” Her voice cracked, tears welling in her eyes. “If—if I’d known she was caught up in all this… I would’ve talked to her. I could’ve been there for her.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re a terrible person,” Rafe said softly, his voice filled with an overwhelming tenderness. “It just makes you… human.”

Being here with Rafe, lying beside him in the quiet darkness, Sam felt a sense of peace she hadn’t experienced in what felt like a lifetime. She was so used to falling asleep on the floor of some dingy basement, or slumped in a broken-down lawn chair, her mind and body numb from whatever substance she could get her hands on. Slowly, Rafe’s presence was becoming a comfort again, a familiar warmth in the coldness that had enveloped her. It almost felt like… like things were back to the way they used to be. A ghost of a smile touched her lips.

Outside, the rain began to subside, the drumming on the roof softening to a gentle patter. And Rafe, watching her, felt as if he was staring directly into the sun. He stared at her, both eyes wide open, unblinking, uncaring if the brightness would blind him. Because she was smiling again. She was smiling at him . The sun was finally breaking through the storm clouds, a fragile ray of light illuminating the darkness.

A yawn escaped her lips, her tired eyes fluttering closed. “I don’t think you’re a bad person,” she murmured softly, her voice heavy with sleep.

And that was enough for Rafe. Just those few words, whispered in the quiet darkness, were enough. Enough to quiet the demons that had been tormenting him, enough to chase away the self-doubt that had been gnawing at him. Enough to let him breathe again. To know that she didn’t hate him, that she didn’t see him as the monster he sometimes feared he was… it was enough. It was more than he deserved. He could live with that. He could live in a world where she didn’t despise him, no matter what he’d done.  

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

Sammy woke a couple of hours later, feeling more rested than she had in months. She drew back the curtains, welcoming the sunshine into the room, letting its warmth dance across her skin, soaking in the golden glow. It felt good, normal , to feel the sun again.

She made her way downstairs to the kitchen, drawn by the smell of coffee. Ward was sitting at the dining table, his cup untouched, his gaze lost in the distance. He looked… older, somehow, the weight of grief etched into the lines of his face.

“Morning,” she greeted him softly, placing her hands gently on his shoulders, giving him a warm hug from behind. She’d missed him. She’d missed all of the Camerons. Since her dad passed, their connection had been severed, a painful break in the fabric of their lives. It was strange, so strange. They were practically her second family.

Memories flooded back: Topper and Sam, little kids with scraped knees and boundless energy, running through the sprawling halls of the Cameron’s Bahamas home. Countless vacations spent together, the laughter echoing across the turquoise waters. School breaks, summer holidays, all woven together, two families inextricably intertwined. Christmases, birthdays, countless shared meals around this very table. It felt like… like she was home . Almost. A bittersweet ache settled in her chest. It was a familiar comfort

“Morning, honey,” he clutched her hand, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He patted the seat next to him, a silent invitation, and she sat down beside him. “It’s good to have you back. It really is.” He continued to hold her hand, his thumb stroking her skin absently, almost as if he was trying to fill the empty space left by Sarah’s absence, trying to hold on to something, anything , familiar.

“Any word on the boat?” she asked hesitantly, her eyes searching his face, watching the way his expression shifted, his eyes sinking with a fresh wave of grief. His lips curled down into a frown, a mirror of the despair she felt inside. He shook his head slowly, the movement heavy with resignation.

“My baby girl,” he whispered, his voice cracking. He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands, rubbing his tired eyes as if trying to erase the image of Sarah, lost at sea. It was clear he hadn’t slept a wink. "She's gone."

Sam swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, the familiar sting of tears pricking her eyes. “They’re gonna find her,” she said, her voice a little too loud, a little too insistent, as if she was trying to convince him, but mostly trying to convince herself . 

If she said the words out loud enough, maybe they would become true. Maybe the universe would hear her desperate plea, her silent bargain, and show her some mercy, some small reprieve from the constant barrage of loss.

“Yeah, they might find her body,” Rafe chimed in from behind them. He’d clearly slipped into the kitchen unnoticed.

“Rafe,” Ward warned, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before opening again, his entire body tense. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Am I the only fucking person here being realistic?” Rafe countered, pressing his fingers to his temples, his face etched with frustration.

“No, you’re just being a dick,” Sam retorted, turning to glare at him.

“Sorry, I’m sorry I’m not living in your denial fairytale land,” he shot back, leaning against the kitchen island with practiced nonchalance, trying to project an air of indifference that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Ward gave Sam a look—a silent plea not to engage, a weary acknowledgment that he was too exhausted to deal with Rafe’s outburst. He took his untouched coffee and quietly left the kitchen, leaving them alone.

“It’s called hope , Rafe,” Sam’s face twisted into a scowl. “It’s what you do when someone you care for, someone you love , is missing.” She walked over to him, her gaze unwavering. “I don’t know what happened between you and Sarah,” she continued, her voice hardening, “but this is not the time to throw a childish tantrum.”

“When was the last time you even spoke to Sarah, huh?” he demanded, folding his arms across his chest, the muscles in his arms tense, seeming bigger, more defined under the weight of his question.

“Why does that even matter?” Sam asked, her brow furrowed.

“It matters !” His voice boomed through the kitchen, the sudden outburst making Sam flinch, taking a fearful step back. “Would you care if that was me ? If I was missing, would you even give half as much of a shit as you’re giving right now?”

Jealousy was a volatile emotion for Rafe, something he’d always struggled to control. But when it came to Sam, it was a raw, exposed nerve. He could tolerate his dad choosing Sarah over him time and time again. But Sam… Sam choosing Sarah, even in her absence, was a different kind of pain.

A sharp knock echoed through the house. Rafe, after a lingering look at Sam, went to answer it. She heard muffled voices, then Topper appeared in the doorway, his brow furrowed, worry etched deep into the lines around his eyes. He moved towards her with an almost frantic energy, his movements jerky and uncoordinated, betraying the anxiety that had been gnawing at him.

“Sammy,” his voice was tight with worry. She braced herself, expecting a lecture, a torrent of anger. But instead, he pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered back, her voice muffled against his shoulder.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he repeated, pulling back slightly but still holding onto her shoulders, his eyes searching her face, as if trying to reassure himself that she was real, that she was okay, that she was standing right there in front of him. “Don’t ever disappear like that again.”

Topper hadn’t slept a wink all night. He’d been consumed by worry, tormented by the fear that she’d gone with Sarah, that she was out there, in the boat, in the middle of the storm. It wasn’t until Rafe texted him that morning, telling him she was at Tannyhill, that he’d finally been able to breathe again, the knot of terror in his stomach loosening, the icy grip on his heart releasing its hold.

“Let’s go home, yeah?” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, gently guiding her out to his car. 

He closed her door with a soft click, a sense of protectiveness radiating off him, then turned back to Rafe who was standing a few feet away. 

“Fuck,” Topper sighed, scratching the back of his head in utter frustration. “Fuck, man. Where did you even find her?”

“The graveyard,” Rafe replied, glancing back at Sam through the car window.

“What the fuck?” Topper muttered, his eyes wide with shock. “How? That doesn’t make any sense. She hasn’t set foot there once since…” The unspoken word hung heavy in the air between them.

Rafe just shrugged, a gesture of helplessness. 

Topper continued, his voice tight with worry. “Did she talk to you? Just give me something . She won’t talk to me. She won’t tell me anything. I can’t help her when she’s like this.”

“Yeah, man, she’s, uh… she’s not doing great. She’s pretty shaken up.” Rafe pursed his lips, having nothing more to offer.

“Did she say anything to you? Anything at all? Look, man, I know you two keep secrets. You do your own thing. But you gotta tell me what’s going on,” Topper’s expression was serious, consumed with raw concern. He wasn’t talking to his best friend right now; he was talking to his sister’s best friend, the one person who might have some insight into Sam's turmoil.

“Bro she won’t tell me anything. I’ve tried. I really have.”

“She hasn’t said anything to you?” Topper remained unconvinced, his eyes narrowed.

“I swear to you,” Rafe said, placing a hand on Topper’s shoulder. “She used to tell me everything. But now…”

Topper looked at him quizzically before blurting out the question that had been on his mind for some time. “What happened between you two?”

“What?” Rafe was taken aback, his eyes widening slightly. Had Sam told him something? “Fuck are you talking about?”

“Be straight with me man.” Topper’s eyes hardened. “Because I know . I know how you two were practically attached at the hip. I would hear you in her room… and now you guys don’t even talk? So I’m asking you, as my brother, to be real with me right now.”

“Did she say something to you?” Rafe countered, his mind racing.

“It doesn’t matter,” Topper wasn’t backing down. “I’m asking you right now.” His face wasn’t one of anger, but one of desperate searching, a plea for the truth, anything that could explain what his sister was going through.

Rafe took a moment, weighing his options. Lie to him, or tell him the truth, the truth Topper so desperately wanted to hear, but a truth that could have devastating consequences. Tell him the whole truth: that he was in love with Sammy, that he’d confessed his love to her that night at the bonfire, that he’d walked away from her, leaving her alone. God only knew what the fallout from that would be. It was a lose-lose situation. He has no idea how Topper would react to the truth. But lying would leave Topper lost and confused, desperately searching for answers.

“I’m just as confused as you are,” Rafe said finally, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. It was a carefully crafted half-truth, an attempt to appease Topper without revealing too much. “One day it was fine, and the next… everything was different. I try to talk to her, but it’s like she’s not even there anymore. Like she’s stuck somewhere else.”

Topper nodded slowly, looking away, his gaze lost in the distance. He knew what Rafe was talking about. He’d seen that same vacant look in Sam’s eyes himself. “Thanks again, man,” he mumbled.

“I told you,” Rafe scoffed, shoving Topper’s shoulder back. “We’re family. Now stop it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Topper replied, a small, sad smile touching his lips. “Bye. Love you, man.”

“Love you man,” Rafe echoed, patting Topper’s shoulder.

[kontadodju]

The Expansion of Women World: A List of Canon “Male” Characters Who Are Women because I said so.

Organized alphabetically ☝🏽

Dean (DAWN!!!) - trans woman. My favorite white girl. [She/Her]

Death the Kid - Transfem (not sure of a specific but yes this) [She/Her]

Emporio - Give the little boy some bigenderism. He’s earned it. [He/Him + They/Her]

Hank (i know the girlies like the name Destiny but idk yet!!! I do rock wit it tho) - transfem agender butch because I was converted and it rocks. [He/Her/Theirs]

Josuke 8 - A Something With Girl Swag. [He/Him/Hers]

Kakyoin - trans girl. Girl forever. Just a normal girl should’ve had a chance [She/Her]

Kinta - transfem butch because Kinta’s the goat [He/Her]

Kiryu - a transfem butch/masc 🤗, maybe specifically (a/bi)gender (if you saw my first post abt Kiryu, originally I wasn’t thinking transfem butch but I changed my mind - it literally just makes more sense (after having read the manga)) [He/Them]

Mista - a butch/stud/masc 🫵🏽 (but in the vein of the above original concept I was thinking) [He/Him]

Mob - Trans girl because it’s the most iconic mp100 headcanon that so beautiful and goated - maybe a masc maybe not because both are good [She/Her]

Okarun - transfem bigender butch/stud/masc. Would be so fucking cool [She/Him]

Raph (yes the turtle. Rise version ofc) - bigenderism again (😇). Girl of all time. [She/Him]

Saiki - Bigenderism. 👍🏽 he doesn’t care 👍🏽 [He/Him]

Soul - Girlthing 🥺 [He/Him, maybe some It too]

Sugishita - No Gender but in a girl way (and transfem). Because it would be cool. [He/Him + She/Her]

Teru - Bigender [He/Her]

Tsubaki - transfem (a)genderfluid woman who’s also a gay guy. Because I want this so bad please Satoru Nii there’s still time I will keep saying this please please please!!! Free her neowwwwwww [She/Her + They/Him]

Tsurugi - Bigendered 👍🏽 SonGirl (He/Her)

Usagi - can have any gender but in a girl way is the goated way. Because he’s kind of a girl. He should be some type of girl. It’s only right [pronouns idk this time lmao]

Bonus round - characters that their canon gender is fine I guess but I really really really like Girl AUs/readings of them (which is NOT genderbend. Girl AU is distinct from that. Like I have said in the past)

Avdol 🔥🔥🔥 (Transfem [She/Her]. Because hijabi Avdol is cool)

The DIU main trio boys (transfem Josuke [She/Them] and Koichi [She/Her], (not transfem) butch Okuyasu [He/Him/Hers])

GirlPsycho100 (She/Her for alladem)

Bofurin but it’s a girls delinquent school instead

I like butch Jonathan 🙂

Sakura could have a she pronoun if he wanted. im in between this one (not girl AU, but me thinking if he could go in the main section)

Okay this is my list!!! Very fun to write!! Non-exhaustive cuz I may come up with some new stuff at some point or get into something else that I think a character has girl swag 🙏🏽

[cruel-hiraeth]

That's actually a pretty interesting take! I do have a few questions about DC as well ( Please note that this is just me being curious I am not against dark content in particular i swear HDJRJGJTKRJF ) if that's okay with you? Like, what about instances where dark content or certain instances of terrible behaviours are written by people who genuinely do believe and support these actions irl? Would that same level of non-censorship apply to them too? I'm just asking bc this has been chewing on my head for a while ( it's a messy topic and imo, at least, while a good chunk of dark fiction isn't written by people who genuinely wish it on people irl, there are a few who seem to completely shed that line of fiction and reality and try to carry those lifestyles over to everyday living ).

( also it's not lost to me that people like these and antis ironically have the same base issue : not being able to put that hard stop where fictional content should stay fictional if it's genuinely harmful to other people 😅. )

You don't have to answer this question ofc. I hope I didn't cross any lines!

hello! you absolutely aren’t crossing any lines at all; i’m more than happy to take a stab at answering your question, though i can’t assure that you’ll find my answer ideal (or even satisfactory). i would say that i don’t feel qualified to answer it, but as someone who has read a lot about censorship and witnessed an exhausting amount of online discourse, my answers are worth as much as anyone else’s on here!

the bottom line for me is that you can’t arrest people for artistic intent—much less thought crimes. and i don’t think there’s any feasible way to parse through people who have benign intentions and those who have ill intentions. perhaps a publisher or production company would be able to see though someone’s façade; but self-publication and the internet exist. anyone who wants to put their work out into the world can and will—regardless of its legality.

i guess what puts the impossibility of censorship into perspective for me is this: to this day, we read the writing of and watch the films of and look at the artwork of and listen to the music of horrible people—slave owners; abusers; racists; homophobes; pedophiles; the list goes on. but that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t be able to access their art. if this were the case, then the education system would collapse because we wouldn’t be able to read or teach countless historical books because they’re all written by horrible people (and this is regardless of the book’s contents).

i feel like i may have somewhat lost the plot of my answer LOL...but what i’m getting at is that we can’t censor entire swathes of fictional work simply because a handful of people are going to abuse their power and/or talent to do evil. if that were the case, then everything would be censored; there are bad people in all walks of life! but they are by far in the minority, and besides: they are much more interested in harming real people rather than fictional characters.

we can’t live our lives in fearful ignorance.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Cries of Thunder

Chapter Twenty-Five

Master List |  Thor Odinson Master List

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Thor Odinson x OFC Fallon Smith (post Ragnarok - no Thanos)

Warnings: Angst, fluff, mischief. This story deals with themes of past spousal abuse to the extremes. There is a chance that all chapters may deal with tough or triggering themes. Please read with caution.

A/N: This chapter courtesy of Monday Wips on Patreon!

~

When Loki arrived to pick her up on Friday evening, Fallon sighed in relief. It wasn't that she didn't love Pepper or find the job as her assistant invigorating and challenging, but it was a lot of work and utterly exhausting. 

She'd only been at it a few weeks, but Fallon was beginning to think she wasn't cut out to be Pepper's non-stop executive assistant. It wasn't that she couldn't do the job; she was efficient and competent now that she was up to speed and running at Nancy's level; it was more that she wasn't sure she wanted to do the job. 

Keep Reading on AO3!

I do not tag. For notifications on the story, please follow @tilltheendwilliwrite-library​ or subscribe to it on AO3. An account is required to access my work on AO3. For more information on how to get your FREE AO3 account, see this post.  

[harleymutt]

DMS AND ASKS ALWAYS OPEN FOR DEGRADATION!!!

You can message/send me asks with:

Degrading tasks

Insulting names

Requests for pictures

Demands to cum

Demands to edge

And anything else you please!

MDNI - I CAN AND WILL BLOCK

Hi! I'm Harlow or Harley. Pronouns: it/he

I'm transmasc and bi, with a heavy t4t preference. I'm pre-op and pre-t. unowned and looking :)

DNI: non-kink detrans, general asshole or bigot, ofc minors but that's already been said, cishet men or exclusively wlw who want to engage in kink with me (talking about kink is fine, we all need kinky platonic friends!), extreme feederism, ana/eating disorder blogs, this might be updated at some point but that's all I can think of for now.

Pronouns: he/him and it/its

I am exclusively a sub and mostly bottom. My anons and dms are open, feel free to send me questions, requests, etc. I will not post pictures but I may send them privately <3 no face pics tho, sorry

If you're in the West Michigan area, I'm open to interacting in person! Maybe we can set something up sometime <3

Kink info below the cut

I cannot currently do anything anal due to medical issues. While I love fantasizing about anal, that's all I can currently do, right now. Also, stop asking me about it. It's really not any of your business.

I am into (intense = red, love = pink): biting/scratching, body writing, bondage/restraints, boot worship/play, breath play, breeding, chastity, CNC, cockwarming, dacryphilia, dehumanization, degradation, discipline/training, dumbification, edging/denial, exhibitionism, figging, forcemasc, free use, humiliation, humping, impact play, inspection, masochism, object insertion, orgasm control/ruining, overstim, oviposition, pain play, pet play, pussy torture, (pussy) spanking, temperature play, transfem supremacy, watersports (to an extent), wedgies. This is a non-exhaustive list.

HARD LIMITS: armpits, beastiality (does not include anthro or similar), crush/snuff, feederism, feet, hucow, infantilization, nuns/priests (other religious ideas, like demons and angels, are okay), raceplay, scentplay, tickling, vomit/scat. You're allowed to be into these things obviously, they're just limits that I set for myself or interacting with me through kink.

You may call me: cunt, pup/puppy, mutt, dog, slut, whore, fag(got), boy, toy, cunt, bitchboy, or any combination of these terms. If there are any other names not on this list or my limits please feel free to ask!

You may call my parts: cunt, pussy, hole, boyclit, dick, boytits, anything that isn't listed below

You may NOT call me/my parts: anything strictly feminine, that contains the word "girl," bitch (on its own), clit(ty) (on its own), cow, anything centered around my weight rly, breasts, heifer, udders.

Msg for main

ANONS TAKEN: 🪐, 🐺, 🌻, 🪓, 🔪,🧊, 🕸️,🐉

[crazy-hazy-sims]

.

So just to recap this month

I got extreme brain fog that lasted days that caused me to almost get in an accident walking home twice it affected me at work and got me reprimanded 3 times and also punished by getting part of my pay deducted

My childhood neighbor's kid who was a friend when i was Younger died in her sleep 5 hours after i met her again randomly while going home and we talked for a while

3 of my moms most important medications suddenly are not available anywhere (usually a stunt pulled by Medicine companies when they want to raise prices they pull all products from the market fuck the people am i right) accordingly she was completely affected by this having constant withdrawal Symptoms and so much shit happening to her because of it

And when we finally got ahold of the Alternative medicines suggested by the doctor they all backfired and literally she went through the entire list of side effects for all 3

This ofc while we did everything in our power to help as she cant talk or walk or do anything by herself and ofc it wasn't enough for the immense amount of pain she was in she now is exhausted and looks like a fucking corpse from all the shit she went through and just seeing her like this makes me cry every time her face passes by in my head so now im at work going to the bathroom to cry i cant control it

My dad ofc another elderly person couldn't handle the amount of sudden help he had to now give mom because he also has his medical issues so i told him to take a break and i will take care of both of them

Suddenly my old insomnia came back and it was impossible to deal with like i usually do so i was barely sleeping

And to top it off a friend decided now is the best time to spiral on me and question our entire friendship and accuse me of lying and leading them on all because i didnt want to be social with someone they knew but i didn't and they wanted to introduce us but i said no thsnk you because of my social anxiety and frankly being exhausted from everything im living through but appearantly saying no too quickly means that im taking advantage of them and a liar and non of my goals or hard work mean anything to them because i "could be lying" they then ghosted me without letting me explain anything or defending myself

And the month isnt over yet like....

[nxwtonsxngster]

give me safe haven jorge and minho hcs (even if i know them already idc i want more)

MY ABSOLUTE BABIES 🥹🥹🫶🫶🫶

i envision jorge and minho as a found family, so all my hcs will be about it:

(the list is non exhaustive and not in specific order)

when minho first arrived to the safe haven, somehow jorge was one of the only persons that would make him feel grounded, so he was never going too far away from him

(based on a fic i’ve read but idr the author sorry!) minho suffered from PTSD mutism; jorge was the first one to introduce him to new ways of communication. they shared a little notebook to talk to each other

they often bake blueberry muffins behind fry’s back and make a mess of the kitchen

jorge officiated thominho’s wedding

when thomas is out for work minho goes to jorge’s hut for comfort (especially if there’s thunder or at night to avoid nightmares)

jorge would always sleep on the chair when minho came along until one night minho asked to lay on his chest

he called him ‘dad’ for the first time during one of these nights, half asleep ofc

later ‘dad’ became ‘papa’

minho steals jorge’s vests (and also his car sometimes but shhh jorge doesn’t know that)

one time minho was sick with the flu and refused to go to the doctor so jorge kissed his forehead to see if he had a fever; ‘temperature checks’ became a habit after then

they’re very VERY overprotective of each other and can have strong arguments about it

jorge taught minho his favorite song and now minho sings it when he’s drunk

jorge was the first to know minho loved thomas

i think minho feels quite at ease sharing his feelings with jorge? ofc he keeps a whole brick wall between himself and the rest of the world but jorge is quite capable of fissuring it and prying him open

minho memorized a bit of jorge’s spanish and speaks if sometimes (though it’s quite,,, mediocre)

overall they very much love each other like father and son <333

i hope you liked my veeeeery long rant!!! ask me more whenever!!!!! i have like,,, tons of other hcs and alternative canons and alternative universes for them

[reunitedinterlude]

phil & hats (1, 2, 3, 4)

[sharpth1ng]

I hope it's okay to ask you that. I realised I'm trans about a year ago. I usually say I'm a transman so ppl don't get confused but I'd say I'm more non-binary, just very far on the masc spectrum. I was just wondering if you also had like a honeymoon phase? The euphoria I felt was quite intense and my body disphoria wasn't too bad I thought I could handle it. But now the euphoria died down a little and I'm constantly questioning myself and tze dysphoria hit me hard too this week. I think it's the backlash of my family tho that made my excitement die down... I thought After the honeymoon phase it would settle in more comfortably and not make me more anxious. Sorry, now I'm rambling... You don't have to answer this ofc, but idk, in case you wanna share

Hey, I think what you're going through is super normal (as much as it's not fun).

In my experience dysphoria can be something that fluctuates for a wide variety of reasons. I'll talk about it and maybe you'll relate, but don't take this as an exhaustive list it's just based on my experience and I can't speak for everyone.

1. Experiencing transphobia, even indirectly or in microaggressions can trigger dysphoria.

This could be something like watching transphobic content online, or even something like coming out to someone and having them respond with confusion or what I can only describe as disappointment (yk that thing when cis people say they need to mourn the gender you had before). It could also be something much more malicious and dangerous than that, but I'm not going to get into that here.

It's an othering experience, it highlights your identity in a negative way, and it's easy to have old patterns of internalized transphobia wake up in response to that. Even now that I've completed all the medical transition that I ever will that kind of experience that can trigger older dysphoria.

Especially having to deal with family that doesn't understand or people who question you, that kind of stuff can really get in your head and turn you against yourself.

A big contributor to this lately is people fear mongering about how HRT will irreversibly destroy your body (it wont), and make you unattractive based on cis standards (it often doesn't, but why should we care about that?). It presents a medically transitioning body as horrific, and shames those who don't transition medically for not being 'real' (which is also bullshit).

Early in my transition i was confronted with so many people questioning how i really know, and it freaked me out, made me question myself constantly. It made me forget that I know because I feel it. Thats the only evidence you can have for your own gender identity. No one else, not even the most qualified psychiatrist, is able to figure that out for you.

2. Sometimes when you treat one kind of dysphoria you realize that it was drowning out another kind of dysphoria.

This happened to me a few times, like when I got people to start using he/him pronouns and my physical dysphoria got a lot more noticeable. It happened again when I finally got top surgery and my bottom dysphoria decided to get a lot worse.

This obviously isn't going to happen to everyone, but for me it felt like once I was happy with my pronouns and my chest, then my brain had time to focus on something that had always been lurking in the background.

I had always had a level of bottom dysphoria, but I think there's sort of different stages. Like early on you just feel sort of disconnected from a body part, then maybe you start to associate it with confusion and anxiety, and then once you realize that its something you can maybe change is when it really feels the worst, at least consciously.

Its not a new kind of dysphoria materializing out of nowhere, it's just that sometimes one type of pain can hide another type of pain, and when that first type is cured you notice the second.

I wouldn't go back on any of my transition. Before my dysphoria was hurting me in much more harmful and hidden ways, but there's a unique kind of pain that comes from allowing yourself to fully feel something for the first time. You can ride it out, it will fade, you'll find a way to treat it or you'll find a way to manage it if you can't. But it does really suck to get blindsided by that.

3. When you aren't binary or when you're fluid in either gender or presentation, there's a kind of dysphoria from being forced into an arbitrarily binary world that is hard to escape.

Im having a hard time figuring out exactly how to explain this one so I'm going to start in talking about my own experience.

I feel a need to have a masculinized body, and medical transition was absolutely necessary for me. I'd much rather be referred to with he pronouns than she pronouns, and the natural way I emote and carry my body is often perceived as more masculine than feminine.

All of that is true but I also don't know how to understand myself as a man the way other men are (this is just me, i know for a fact other trans men feel like men in the exact same way other men do). He pronouns are better than she, but it/its pronouns are the only ones that make me happy.

I don't really identify with colonial conceptions of gender in general. My understanding of gender means that I just don't think any of our pre-made categories are particularly useful because the traits we use to define them are mostly arbitrary. I don't like dissecting my identity along lines drawn by a system that doesn't represent me.

I tell most people I'm a trans man. I did used to identify that way but over time I've realized the language that feels like it actually captures me is 2spirit. A lot of people don't know what that is though, and I often don't have the energy for an explanation of the fact that our gender and sexuality categories are a colonial construct. When I do, it opens me up to hearing a bunch of anti-indigenous bullshit.

(Everytime I see a post of passing tips for trans men, theres a point about cutting your hair, like braids aren't of massive cultural significance for a lot of native men. And people will just act like the binary is innate. Natural. It's exhausting.)

All that is to say that most of the time I feel like I'm telling half-truths about my gender, and doing that can put you in a weird mental space. It makes you feel like you're fake, or some kind of imposter.

And all of that comes before even thinking about gender presentation.

If I dress in a way thats more binary or masculine I get treated like a binary man in a way that makes me uncomfortable. In particular women and visibly queer people seem less open around me, which makes me feel horribly sad. As a result I often intentionally dress in a more visibly queer way than I would otherwise.

On the other hand, on the rare occasion that I dress in a way that leans more feminine, the I get she/her pronouns (which makes me uncomfortable) or people notice my masculinized body and treat me with what I can only assume is misplaced transmisogyny.

None of these shifts in presentation correspond to a change in my gender. If anything my gender has always been the same and Im more accurately described as a transsexual, in that my sex needed to change, but that doesn't really have anything to do with affirming my gender.

All of this is fucking confusing. Depending on how I present on any given day I can have different weird kinds of dysphoria get triggered, simply because when you're gender non-conforming at all you get othered. Even when i'm in a more binary masculine outfit I feel out of place because I know my internal experience doesn't match what people see when they look at me.

All of that is really long winded, and I don't even know if I'm expressing it properly, but the point I'm trying to illustrate is that the mere experience of being measured up to a binary gender when you aren't binary can be confusing and dysphoria inducing.

Its also important to remember that cis people experience gender dysphoria too.

Cis women who are insecure about having a small chest, being too tall, having facial hair- those women are experiencing dysphoria. Its the same for cis men who are insecure about penis size, the width of their hips, not being muscular enough, ect.

When society has defined a narrow range of biological realities as "correct" the majority of people are not going to fit in, and when you don't fit in it causes you to feel like your body isn't the way its supposed to be, whether or not you're trans. Even worse we don't acknowledge the ways in which constructed gender is mostly only accessible to people can at least seem to have a white, cis, hetero, perisex, thin, abled body.

Because of that, dysphoria doesn't necessarily go away fully when we transition, and thats ok. Its probably going to come and go for you, it will change over time, and most likely it will fade, A LOT as you settle into yourself. The euphoria will come and go too. Thats all a normal part of having a human body.

As long as transition moves us closer to a place that feels comfortable then it's worth it. It doesn't have to fix us or make us perfect. We only have to prefer it to the alternative.

[koskela-knights]

Sometimes I can be really fed up with the slander and mischaracterization of the Koskelas. That and how people seem to (mis)remember everything about them. Yeah, in the long run, they sadly didn't play a relevant role and probably are considered minor characters to most people but some takes I've seen are just wild af.

And oddly, they seem to be the only characters who are both so invisible/not cared about and getting the wildest takes at the same time. Astonishing, really

A non-exhaustive list so far of takes and just basic things people forget/misremember/didn't catch:

They're being called hillbillies

They're being called hillbillies and that they'd vote right-wing (plz, they're anti-government and anti-authority af. Additionally I feel if they were bigoted and close-minded as the person implied, they would not have rented a trailer to Saga)

They're called stupid, middle-class adults trying to be a neighbourhood watch

They're called incompetent (are we gonna ignore they almost singlehandedly managed to keep Watery and Bright Falls safer thanks to their Cult???? Hello? The FBC literally put Scratch in a time-out-box and their agents got slaughtered left and right. Also, I'd like people who accuse them to try the same: juggle economic collapse in your town, having multiple jobs with supernatural dread and horrors and see how well they fare. The physical and mental toll that these things take are heavily heavily understated and overlooked.

Jaakko is a dad. (This can be found through the e-mails from Charlie & Charline to Uncle Ilmo, the thermos costume people talking about their dad, Ilmo calling Jaakko a stay-at-home-dad if you never talked to Ilmo at the monitoring station. It's hinted at Jaakko saying that family comes first in the profiling section with Saga

Ilmo is greedy (there was 1 negative review stating this. Honestly, if he rly was greedy he wouldn't "yeet" Saga's trailer rent like that. And while CW might be overpriced on some fronts, so are many amusement parks and clearly, Watery is suffering economically. They arent' exactly swimming in money lmao so ofc they try to do anything to uplift their town)

Jaakko absolutely hated being in the commercials and was lazy in them (at first glance perhaps, but you see subtle hints and smiles and laughs from him on many occasions proving the opposite. yeah, he might not be as into it as Ilmo but he must've enjoyed it enough to still star in it)

They're morally evil as seen in the concept art. (when I asked the person about where they got that claim, they ended up admitting it was from a dream lmao)

They're members of the Cult, the leaders even. This might feel obvious but apparently it isn't. Rose isn't the only one hunting down Taken. The Cult did it too. It was their main goal and they were the very reason Saga and Casey came to BF in the first case becos of their 'murder rituals'.

Alan wrote them to be good. (Honestly, I'm tired of the takes that Alan wrote everyone and everyone's personality. It completely robs every character of any agency or wit they have)

Echo Ilmo is the same Ilmo we see in Watery. (As far as I'm concerned, Echo Ilmo or 'the Cultist' died in the echoes.)

Ilmari is straight-up Ilmo. (While there's a manuscript detailing that the Dark Presence tried to turn Ilmo and Jaakko into Ilmari and Jaakoppi, doesn't mean they're the same person.)

YY Ilmari's personality being taken at face value. (If people even remember this character at all, people think that's the only version/personality of him. I'd say that YY is a biased piece of work becos of Seine/Zane is an unreliable narrator/director. Also on the Huotari Well it's explicitly stated that the Historical Ilmari said he was possessed by the Näkki. This can be up for interpretation of course. But I doubt he'd be exactly the same as the Ilmari we see in YY.)

People straight up forget that Scratch's cool jacket belongs to Jaakko. And even the devs went as far as to just completely remove the kalevala knights' logo from the jacket and the club's existence in the DLC

They're bikers. They're literally part of the Kalevala Knights Motorcycle Club. Again, yeeted out of existence with the DLC

People dunking on Coffee World. (Well, yeah clearly the park has seen better days. But again, if we consider what is happening around town and Bright Falls, the economic decline... it's tough out there and the Koskelas are trying their best with the terrible hand they've been dealt. And all things considered, they're doing pretty okay)

Ilmari Huotari erasure. In fan art, fanfic and fan vids he is often completely left out while he might have had the longest interaction with Kesä of all. He was literally the third listed actor in it. Yet absolutely forgotten.

[moonshynecybin]

top taylor swift songs that were actually written about rosquez?

they are many they are myriad they are legion.... no order and non exhaustive ofc

wouldve couldve shouldve. ouegh ough aough aoueg. ouregh. and i damn sure never would've danced with the devil. at nineteen. and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven. i mean JESUS CHRIST dude. songs that make me want 20 mins alone in a room with valentino rossi and a baseball bat.

all to well ten min. i think the longer version is inferior generally but adding the lens of a slightly fucked up age gap pushes this up the list. so many insane rosquez details in this one. i was thinkin on the drive down hes gonna say its love you never called it what it was. (hello.) the idea you had of me, who was she? a never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you. (HELLO?) charmed my dad with self effacing jokes like youre on a late night show. (HELLO!!!) my friend valentino did that to my buddy marc. i was there i SAW IT. my friend @repsol-ariel made gifs.

i bet you think about me. jussssst the right amount of insufferable for them in the bitter post divorce chaos of it all... truly like. vale you fucked UP dude. i think this plays in marc's head for every championship he wins 2016-2019. when you realized im harder to forget than i was to leave. crazy. bananas. fun to think about if youre nasty... i also love indulging the side of marc that is kind of fucking mad at vale lol. my cuntress... this is why we cant have nice things also fits in this category. its the fun parts of divorce: like spite!

forever and always. you ever think about 2015 and how crazy marc probably felt when he realized his whatsapp thread with valentino post ranch visit was all messages from HIM. like truly before that season he said vale is my friend all is good between us :) then in midseason he says its a different relationship not quite a friend one just absolutely white knuckling it. and all this happened with little public indication of off-track conflict. WHAT HAPPENED. anyways did i say something way too honest that made you run and hide? like a scared little boy??

story of us. a fixture of my imaginings. but you held your pride like you shouldve held me. how did tswift know. what did she see. was there a psychic on her staff. did she perhaps have a prophetic dream of some sort.

haunted. YOU AND EYE WALK A FRAGILE LINE I HAVE KNOWN IT ALL THIS TIME.... CMON CMON DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THISSSSSS i thought I had you figured out... something's gone terribly wrong.... you're all I wanted.... hello. is this thing on. like truly maybe the most rosquez of my rosquez songs. this one is THEMMMM to me. its dramatic its tense its yearning its a little PISSED OFF.

back to december. RECONCILIATION ANTHEM. your tanned skin your sweet smile so good to me so right.... GOD. truly like before they reconcile but after vale has turned the corner. wistful regretfulness!! pride swallowing by someone not used to it!!!

cowboy like me: twin flames!!!! FUKC!!!! IM NEVER GONNA LOVE AGAIN!

[shion-yu]

Happy Valentine's Day! Sending love to my fav OCs by other sickfic writers that I highly recommend checking out ❤️

@wussifer Leo and Jack

@whiskey-tango-matcha Elijah and Greyson

@booking-glass-goddess Donte and Bradley

@iwritesickfic Theo and Seamus

@suddencolds Vincent and Yves

Also want to send love to the people I know frequently read/interact with my writing. I seriously appreciate it and feel the love every time you like/reblog my stuff! I'm always like "is it weird to say thank you" but just going for it now, you're awesome. (List non-exhaustive ofc sorry if I missed you askdjask this goes for anyone who’s enjoyed my writing!)

@moode2115 and @lmc0819 (seriously you two!), @thewhumphut (tysm for the reblogs), and @virtuallynxenemy @nastanperfekt @weirdcheezeit @dannybagpipesarecalling @wussifer (you da best <3) @veersnz