#ooc for ts

[fumiscripts]

✦ WORST HAIRDRESSER AWARD

“What is… this,” you wave your hand, gesturing towards the client that sat on the stool, being worked on by Eli Jang. You kept your voice low, so that only he could hear, while the customer was busy staring at his face. It wasn't her that you found weird— rather… the hairstyle she was about to get.

You knew she was only getting a haircut so she could spend more time gawking at the pretty boy in the beauty dept. You almost felt bad for her. Sure, she gets to see him up close and have him touch her hair, but is it really worth it? Those microbangs aren't flattering her face shape… What the fuck is Eli thinking?

The snipping of scissors only made things worse, making you grimace a little. Every cut led to her bangs getting unnecessarily shorter, to the point it was beginning to stand in different directions. It hurts to look at. You rip your gaze away from what was happening, not being able to stare at it any longer. As an aspiring hairdresser, this wounds you.

“I'm trying something new,” he plainly states, cutting off another chunk of hair. It took everything within you not to take the scissors away from him. Eli looks so carefree about it— taking snips without a fuck about the world. 

You cringe. “That is not a good idea.”

He smiles, and you mentally strangle yourself for finding him pretty. “Come on, it'll be trendy in a year. Trust me,” you do not trust him. Unfortunately, due to his lethal face card, the client does.

For the sake of your sanity, you turn around. Praying to the salon gods that Eli won't take hairdressing professionally.

[aimonnova]

*✩‧₊˚ 🕸🩵 Gwen Stacy

ghost-spider transfem afrosolarpunk pastel punk afro-dominicana earth-65

requested by @punkeropercyjackson

[stargirlo]

𝓜EET THE FUSHIGURO'S — ( 𝕿 ) OJI FUSHIGURO │ "dear babygirl, i'm sorry that your father is not active inside your world." (angst)

not everyone has such a perfect life, but not everyone has such a complex life. things aren't meant to go in a straight line, but things also aren't meant to be in a bumpy ride. everything felt like a maze, trying to find a way to escape this hell hole without any blocks or bumps coming into life — your life, toji's life. everyone has goals, everyone has dreams, everyone can achieve some of their goals and dreams, but some of them don't. and it's fucking hard to overcome that.

being in a relationship with toji fushiguro, ah, toji fushiguro. you aren't married to him but somehow you managed to birth out two beautiful children, first being a beautiful baby boy, megumi fushiguro. he's identical to toji, same hair, same facial features, everything looked alike between the two. in the next few years, a beautiful baby girl now came into the world, tsumiki fushiguro. personality wise, she's just like you, a kind-hearted soul, a sweet girl who should be held with care. you know those stickers that are added to packages when you buy something that can break easily; "fragile. handle with care." yeah, that's tsumiki, and you.

even if the family of four didn't have all the luxury, they say that it's the littlest things that can balm your shell.

remember how you used to be so fragile, so kind, and so, so sweet. well that wasn't permanent, and it was only temporary as soon as toji was on and off with family. you know he's working, but you don't know what or who he's working for or who he's even working with. even a man can have his own struggles; but what kind? gambling problems? drinking problems? pill-popping and spending problems? bad with money? only toji knows.

"mama when is daddy coming back?" "is daddy gonna come to my ninth birthday?" "are we gonna watch frozen with daddy?" "is daddy gonna help us with our timetables?"

those questions tire you because you don't know, you really don't. you wish you could explain where he's at, but with so little information and so little contact, you don't know where the fuck that man is.

until this one night where you left yourself and toji into shambles.

carefully leaving your bed in which tsumiki and megumi are currently sleeping in, you set yourself off to leave and relax on the living room. it took some time for the kids to sleep, it took more time for you to even sleep despite having to wake up early for work tomorrow.

not until the jangling keys were hear through the front door, and the loud creak audibly heard across the hallway and onto the living room. he's here. you looked across the room just to make sure it was him, even though you know it is him because he's the only one that has a spare apartment key to his own place. or rather your place now.

"the fucking nerve," you grumble under your breath, a vein almost popping out of your skin. getting up from the couch you came up to him, the reeking scent of alcohol lingered just two feet away from you. the musky scent of sweat and dirt combined with such a foul smell that made your whole face twist and scrunch. eye bags were visible, hair disheveled and greasy, lips chapped, breath probably smelling horrible, and clothes needing to be washed asap. he's a fucking mess.

"mm- what? 'm home..." he spoke lowly, scratching his head as he always kept up his nonchalant nature. one of his hands held a medium sized plastic bag, hanging lazily between his fingers. "yeah no shit." you said sternly, arms crossing in disbelief as your eyes followed all over him like he was some sort of homeless person. "what's up with you? why're mad, babe..?" he cocked a brow, energy low and definitely not in the mood to hear your constant babbling.

you scoffed. what is up with you anyway? is he fucking with you? "what's up with me is that you didn't come home in almost about a month. you look like a fucking mess and you smell like absolute shit." now the jet black haired man knew that shit was getting serious, the way you're just talking to him like that, and the way you're saying that he smells like shit. he needs to tighten up because your points are right about him. "what a nice way to welcome me back, thought i was expecting a kiss or sumn'–"

"are you kidding me, toji? showing up at midnight and acting all nonchalant and shit. you don't understand how fucking worried i was for you? even the kids were asking me about you, keeping them on their toes everyday without any news from you and praying that you'll be okay. do you understand what you are fucking putting me through just now? work was the only thing being up my ass and now there are multiple other things that i have in my hands and in my care." you rasped, eyebrows pinching together as frustration slowly seeped into your nerves, holding back the urge to lash at him. "instead of you, the man of the house, having all the courage to take care of its family, you fucking destroy it. fucking us all up." your hands ball into fists, the whole scene turning into a tense argument.

"you should've been teaching megumi his timetables, or maybe watching frozen with tsumiki. you missed out on my baby girl's birthday, she just turned nine and i could tell that her birthday wish was for you to come back." slowly, your voice started to crack, salty tears welling up your dropping eyes. "and what have you been doing during those times where i've worked my ass off overtime at a fucking convenient store? huh? i'm so tired, toji, and i bet you are too. but the way you're just unexpectedly showing up when you're the reason you've put me at my lowest is fucking unacceptable." you spat, a streak of tear running down your cheek. toji exhales deeply, knowing how you feel and it was actually his fault that you turned out this way. guilt and frustration washes through him, not having any other excuse about his absence.

"look, the point is that 'm here now. and i promise that i won't leave without letting you know, i promise i'll build a connection with our kids–" and then again, you interrupted his promises. "promise? hah– you? promising something that you'll do again? make up your fucking mind, toji. you broke our promises, you said that you'll marry me someday; that's a fucking lie. you said you'll get payed more and pay off our bills; that's also a fucking lie because you're using that shit to buy rum and gamble out the money that could save our life. look at you, fucking pathetic. you're embarrassing yourself at this point because i know what your true intentions are, toji. are you still popping pills to keep yourself at your feet? did you fuck whores at a brothel while you're at it?" those bitter and heartless words have left toji in shock, of course it has, you know him well and clear — like he was an open book to you.

"did you buy tsumiki the barbie doll that she asked for a few months ago? or did you gamble that money?" you asked, tilting your head slightly as your expression was evident that you were not buying this. "because i know for sure that i was counting pennies at the grocery store to buy that fucking toy for tsumiki–" you spat, holding back from having a psychotic episode before toji's gruff voice interrupted you now. "don't speak like that if you're going to mention our daughter." he gives off a warning, but you could only scoff at disbelief at it, why's he all of a sudden caring so much? "our daughter? no no no, you barely did shit for her and now you're trying to be on your goody-two-shoes to act like you care about our daughter? where were you when i gave birth to her, huh? where were you when i gave birth to megumi?" your voice echoed through the hallway, the argument getting louder that the kids would probably hear it.

"megumi, why's mommy yelling?" tsumiki asked in a hoarse voice, waking up to the ruckus happening outside of the bedroom. megumi softly hushed the little girl, placing his hands that are slightly bigger than hers to her ears, muffling your shouts and derogatory words. "it's gonna be okay, she's just talking to daddy..." he murmured reassuringly, hiding the fact that he's on the edge of tearing up after finding out the truth about the absence of his father.

"you're acting like you did most of the work when you haven't been on my shoes." toji stated, his stomach twisting at the fact that you bought up the way he wasn't with you during labor. "because i did most of the work you dickhead! you barely didn't show up for your own family, for your own lover who was giving birth to your fucking kids! how would you think i was feeling during that time toji?! squeezing the nurses hand instead of yours while i was popping my ass off to give you two beautiful kids into this shitty life!" you shouted, already having a mental breakdown as more tears bubbled within your lower lashline. "you never open about yourself, you never show any ounce of affection ever since we had kids, you never did the bare minimum to show that you still love us! you're a fucking disappointment toji! you don't know nothing about taking care of things. waking up the kids? know nothing about that. teaching them basic human decency? know nothing about that. telling them to pray? know nothing about that. taking them to school? you know nothing about that." and that was the breaking point. the plastic bad dropped down to the floor as his calloused hands quickly loomed over to you to grab you at your shoulders.

"call me a disappointment one more time 'n see what fucking happens." he shook you like you were mentally ill, thinking that some sense would come to your mind. but could you let him get this physical with you? fuck no. "don't touch me you freak!" you squealed, hands that are smaller than his large ones grab his wrists as an attempt to pull away from his embrace. "can you take a second to understand what i've been going through?! jesus... haven't had a single moment to express myself for just a fucking minute." he grunts, the grip on your shoulders loosening up as he wasn't daring himself to even hurt you. no way.

"and what do you have to say to this, huh?! stop trying to figure out a useless excuse so that i could come back to you like nothing happened." you sniffled through your nose, soft hiccups eliciting through your slightly swollen lips. "please just hear me out–" toji exclaims, showing an ounce of vulnerability that he wasn't planning on expressing. "no! take your fucking shit and leave this goddamn place," you quickly push him away from your personal bubble, grasping the plastic bag and slamming it at his chest. "you're nothing but a fucking deadbeat who doesn't even deserve to be called a 'father'." and with that, he's standing by the front doorway, mentality absolutely destroyed as his face uttuerly grew pale. this was it. this was over.

"if you weren't raised in such a fucked up clan, maybe you shouldn't have been such a shit dad."

-

the aftermath of the argument left toji having a hole to his stomach. it was like daggers were digging deeper and deeper into his gut. what you yelled and screamed at him for was probably right, maybe he is a shit father; maybe he was born in a fucked up family and turned out this way. the plastic bag swung between his thick fingers, walking like a kicked puppy in the rain as he was lost in his thoughts.

a nearby trash can was visible along his way, now carelessly throwing away the bag and discarding it with the rest of the trash and pests that were there. what was in that bag anyway? take-out? alcohol? meds? no. they were two gifts that megumi and tsumiki were asking for a few months ago. a pretty blonde barbie doll in her pink little dress, and a few stacks of digimon cards. all of that went to waste.

meet the fushiguro's.

note: phewww, that was a lot. updating my masterlist tmrw. have a good night everyoneeeeeeeeee.

⠀( OWNED BY ) STARGIRLO.

do not plagiarize any of my works , translate them , or repost them anywhere around any other social media platform . thank you .

[yourfavspoon]

nothing, just silver lafayette

(p.s. how’s the wife?)

That's looks nice, but I would like to ask, what wife? I don't have a wife, if that's your question.

[fadewalking]

Also normalize grabbing Solas by the balls during sex, he's into that.

[rds-passerine]

HRLLO???? THIS IS RHE WORSE BEEF I'VE SEEN FOR DAMIAN YET

[laprosecutorsoffice]

Happy Pride Month from everyone here at the Prosecutor’s Office! We are proud to present a month of fun celebrations for our queer employees at the office, and at the District of Los Angeles Criminal Affairs Department, lead by Three Raven Productions, of which all three members work in or with the Prosecutor’s Office.

To kick start the month, a message of encouragement from the new Chief Prosecutor for the term of 2025 to 2029, Miles Edgeworth.

[devilsparda]

thought process while writing: dante walking on cobblestone would make really good asmr …. also pizza with dante | asmr big bites | crunchy sounds (doesn’t even like pizza/hasn’t ever talked about it much when writing dante) can u imagine dante doing the “worlds best cheese pull” and nothing comes out like yea that was great guys! 10/10 and then me getting hungry to go get a snack [guy who doesn’t like cheese] and by the time i get back i don’t remember what i was gonna write next. BTWWW i love watching food asmr videos when it’s ramadan, specifically in the last hour bc it’s kind of like self-flagellation if u really think about it (no it isn’t, it just helps me so i don’t “lose my hunger”) i actually forgot the point of this post bc i started typing the tags out half way thru… kind of like me oversharing but im distracting you with this post instead (wasn’t even the intention of the post). also i don’t like cheese but i’ve been fuckin w this pastry our local bakery but i havent had time to go bc the open/close while i’m at work AHHHHH okay time 2 go answer some messages now [gets distracted] [is tired] [is constantly working] [gets distracted] [is out with friends/family etc.] [gets distracted]

[airysthinkingbox]

nufuli rested her head on leo's shoulder, a calming wave of peace washing over her (and, she hopes leo too).

"look," leo exclaims, though quietly as to not overly disturb the peaceful silence between them. "there's constellation- over there."

nufuli looked up to where she was pointing and immediately recognized the constellation. "which is it?" leo asked after a while, genuine curiosity in her voice.

"it's cassiopeia," nufuli says without hesitation, but instantly regrets it to a mild degree. "it- it's named after andromeda's mother, from greek mythology."

leo makes a small, interested sound. "that's neat," she says in that voice that makes her sound like she knows what she's talking about when she really doesn't but doesn't want to ask about it.

nufuli recognizes it immediately and the small, giddy feeling in her chest drags her lips into a soft smile. "it's from the story of perseus- y'know, the guy who decapitated medusa. andromeda was a princess who was meant to be sacrificed to a sea monster, but perseus saved her and they eventually got married. cassiopeia w-" she paused.

leo wasn't looking at the constellation anymore.

she was looking at nufuli.

"go on," the leopard hybrid said softly, but the look in her eyes gave it away that she knew what she was doing.

"i-" nufuli looked away. leo's eyes were almost hypnotizing in a sense- the flicks of rich brown in the gold more obvious against the night sky. they were eyes that were hard to look away from.

leo tilted her head, like a curious kitten sizing up her prey. "what's up, nuf?" she questioned, leaning a little forward and nufuli had to physically stop herself from letting out an embarrassing squeal. "you're staring at me."

"n- nothing.." she murmured, attempting to spare a glance to her friend without getting obsessed all over again. "and you were the one who started staring at me first!"

leo chuckled softly, hand landing on nufuli's and threading their fingers together. she didn't say anything, and just stared back up at the stars. reluctantly, nufuli followed her gaze.

[rubistella]

Munday? Kinda. Even tho today isnt munday, buuuut.... 🎪🤭

[blurryface333]

Alright now your just spiraling i meant in just a general sense you seemed... off idrk

I got bored of bothering you about spooks so your safe from that oh so scary convo now 😱

oh. I guess "off" is a good description for how I'm feeling at the moment. sorry

and I'm not scared of the conversation! I'm just not willing to take that risk. Spook's the only guy I've spoken to in the past two decades. I don't want to screw anything up and make the rest of our eternity awkward. I shouldn't care.

[galedekarios]

it’s been a day and i still can’t believe there are ppl out there who believe that gale‘s narrative arc is about learning to communicate better

[captain-dville]

I feel so many things I dident know were things

@just-a-jolly-wooden-lad

I'm not fuckin' surprised. This better wear off of you, or I'm going back there and making her undo it.

I've finished checking the shit we took for trackers. We're clear. I know Marius already looked you over, but do you need... I don't know, someone to make sure you remember to blink? You can come here.

[mcmakeoutspc]

WELCOME TO MCMAKE OUT RESTAURANT

Location: 666 I Hate You St, I Don’t Fucking Know, Swear Word Land, 66666

McMake Out is a chain restaurant in multiple multiverses that is TOTALLY NOT a rip-off of McDonald’s. It is similar to McDonald’s, almost the exact same, but the only difference is that the food is real. And by real i mean NOT real. That was pointless… our staff team who wrote this sucks. McMake Out’s moto is “I’m Makin’ Out”. The logo is a rainbow “M” with a small “e” and “n” in the bottom right corner. BAHAHAHA SHJSIDJN#)@)#77@(@) @‘jd<|[~]¥{+’jff&($’oSTOP IT SHANNON YOURE MAKING ME KEYBOARD SMASH SORRY! THIS IS NOT PROFESSIONAL oops the voice to text is o-.

We also have a drive thru is literal and it means driving thru the middle of the restaurant so the restaurant is split in half and all damaged to make room for the drive thru but the staff tried to make it look pretty sorta but it didnt work but thats not really important lol

DON’T GO BEHIND THE COUNTER AND LOOK AT OUR PC ITS NOT IMPORTANT AT ALL EITHER-

AGSIDUUEJEHEISHISIJ:$:&&€|£]¥]¥+]+\*|^

Is this The End?

This is usually your dashboard.

Where are the posts?

There was an error.

Can’t load your dashboard.

You’ve gone off the ’net. Reconnect and try again.

???: “Txt, I know you’re in here, our Tumblr has been down for a while and we know damn well that it’s your doing”

Txt: “I just really like it in here though.. its so cozy :3”

???: “Get out of my tumblr files please, I just really don’t want any code to get messed up is all.”

???: “Okie I’m sorry Html :[ ”

Html: “It’s fine, just be all cozy in your own folder next time.”

Character links:

[fadewalking]

@ anon i am not going to post that ask because you name drop literally every single person even tangentially involved in this and none of those people agreed to be directly mentioned on my blog. I have no interest in facilitating any of my followers to harass anyone involved here, so I think it's best we stop pointing the spotlight at specific people who never willingly stepped forward on my blog.

But i will respond here, and this is the last anonymous message about this im going to respond to because we all really need to move on. So if you want to continue talking about this, you can, again, say it with your whole fucking chest in dms, and not cower behind anon.

"bro, the original post about the vallaslin had you blocked for at least 2 months. he doesn't even know you personally. he did have the decency to block you when you made him uncomfortable months ago too." im not sure how this is relevant to anything being discussed tbh. Of course he doesn't know me personally. that's like... 99% of tumblr mutuals? that's how social media and the internet works. you and i are talking right now and we don't know each other personally. and yeah he had me softblocked since a while ago, im not sure what that has to do with anything. Some friends sent me the og post bc it made them uncomfortable, so I offered my opinion to them in private. Then several more indigenous folk made public comments about it, and i offered an extremely vague, broad opinion that we shouldn't try to force people into agreeing with us. that's all I did lmfao.

"what you're doing to him... and other indigenous folx in the darpc is wrong and i hope you can realize it." Omitted all those names you mentioned. Again, originally all i said was don't try to force people into agreeing with you. A stance which, not for nothing, several other indigenous people endorsed. There is no world in which saying that is doing anyone wrong. That would have been the total end of my statement on the matter btw, had gcldfang not decided it was a good idea to send me anons.

"i saw you support a post from user [name omitted] (now conveniently deleted) that said everyone could do whatever wanted with dalish characters and it would not be racist. to me? that post and your reaction comes off as weaponizing your own identities against other indigenous people to excuse your white friends and make them feel better for participating in racism." So there are two different sentiments at play here. We could say "muns who feel that vallaslin is bad and slave markings are perpetuating racism." and/or we could say "Elves in the game who feel that vallalsin is bad and slave markings are perpetuating racism." both of these statements are kinda problematic but this one is more problematic than the other. It seems like you're saying the latter thing right now, idk whether you would agree with both statements or not, but it seems like right now you're only saying the latter.

But it strikes me as really ironic that you can't see the hypocrisy in saying things like "you can't tell me how to feel about my own culture" and in the same breath saying "your elf cant feel this way about their own culture, or it's racist." there are very clearly at least two canonical perspectives of the Evanuris. One as benevolent creators, and one as tyrannical slavers. It is canon that the Evanuris enslaved people. did some of them willingly serve? Of course. But it's canon, still, that there were slaves, and that perspective is offered by more people than just Solas. It just isn't racist for Elves to feel whatever type of way they feel about learning about that aspect of their culture. It's their culture. You can't tell them how to feel about their own culture.

This has pretty much been my and everyone else's point. Saying "if you think this way, that's racist." is not a good thing to say when it blatantly dismisses both in-game character's valid feeling about their own culture, and other irl cultural perspectives from real people. It's been mentioned by multiple people that facial tattoos have been used for a variety of purposes in other real cultures that were also used to inspire the portrayal of Elves in the game. I'm going to quote someone who sent me a message about this, who has already said it: "no one disagreed that the devs using the vallaslin the way they did was a poor choice. while it's true there have been cultures in history that did use facial tattoos for slaves, it's still an insensitive decision! and NO ONE disagreed with that! but from what I saw, you and roughly 4-5 other indigenous people, as well as several other writers, some white, some white and Otherwise marginalized, and some poc of other sorts were saying: 'hey. we get what you're trying to say here, but saying that your culture's perspective is the only correct/non-racist one is not good and not okay. it silences people of other cultures who see their cultures in these characters. yes the devs were racist and careless but that doesn't mean that erasing the other cultures that contributed is ok, and doesn't mean that you get to tell people of those cultures that their interpretations are inherently Less than yours'. Because that is how that original post read."

What that person pointed out is the "railroading" that i've been talking about. It's one thing to say something like "I and my characters all feel that the evanuris were actually gods and that Vallaslin is a good thing because im upset with the bastardization/villanization of how my culture was used to inspire these things in the elves." and it's a different thing to say "And if you and your characters don't agree with my perspective then you're racist/perpetuating racism, too." because that one cultural perspective isn't the only one that exists. Other cultures have their own perspectives and experiences with facial markings, and those matter, too. And yet even still, we have only ever acknowledged and agreed that the choice for Vallaslin to be used as a symbol for enslavement in the game is racially problematic.

"It feels like you punching down on other indigenous people for protesting their mistreatment. that is why people are blocking you. you are vagueposting about a vaguepost." my criticism of other indigenous people, as an indigenous person, is not punching down. That's not what it means to punch down. Nor did I ever say that they can't or shouldn't protest their mistreatment.

"i understand you like solas. i enjoy the egg too but equating the vallaslin with slave markings is racist. speaking from experience: the stigma against indigenous facial tattooing is a product of systemic racism and colonialism. what the characters say in dragon age is sadly impacted by the writers being racist: this is a fact. also people are allowed to be uncomfortable with your fave being a vessel for developer bias." I think it's a mistake to involve Solas in this conversation, honestly. but alright. Given Solas' experiences, and his own personal perspective, he is justified to feel the way he does about his own culture. That isn't racist. Especially considering that, in canon, the Evanuris did enslave people. But that's the fiction. In real life, again, as it's been pointed out, facial tattooing has been used for a variety of different purposes across multiple different cultures. Some were positive, some weren't. I agree that in western society, as a whole, there is stigma against indigenous facial tattooing that is a product of systemic racism and colonialism.

The characters in dragon age exist within the context of the fiction of their world, which has been influenced by a multicultural mix of real world identities. There is no one correct interpretation of their facial tattoos. Neither in the game or irl, because of the fact that multiple cultures were used as inspo for the Elves. You can't insinuate that the perspective of other real world cultures is racist, which is what it seems like you're doing. The world isn't black and white. Indigenous people are not a monolith. People are allowed to be uncomfortable with vallaslin based both on what it represents within in the fictional context of the game and how facial markings have been used within their own real world cultures. Every character in the game, not just Solas, is a vessel for developer bias. That's how bias works, it's inescapable. I've never said that people aren't allowed to dislike him. But it's curious to me how it's only ever Solas who gets hounded for his perspective and not anyone else who is equally as guilty of developer bias or blatant bigotry.

"coming from a tattooed inuit: don't you dare tell me how to feel about my culture being portrayed in a bad light." I'm not. Nowhere did I ever try to say you or anyone else can't how you feel. In fact, i've only ever said the exact opposite of this. We are all allowed to feel how we feel.

"don't tell me not to be pissed off at the way bioware handled things regarding vallaslin. the discrimination the dalish receive is exactly what i deal with everyday." I'm not. I have only ever agreed that it was wrong of bioware to handle Vallaslin the way they did.

And i've said that blatantly more times than I care to count atp. You and everyone else are right to feel whatever you feel about it, and Vallaslin should never have been used as a symbol of oppression in the game. But you just can't tell other people how to feel about it. It really is simply just that.

[rightfulconcerto]

that he/him bunnygirl pussy hit different

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