#that by the time anything is explicitly stated as fact

[rockermazy]

*Discussing BATIM lore with my GM for my said-inspired character* GM: "So, is Joey Drew alive or dead?" Me: "Lemme just sit here and calibrate all of the [soft] retcons that have taken place." Gm: "Oh, it's one of those..."

[elecman108]

I agree with you about Capcom bringing Nash back for SF6! I even made a post in my Threads account about him if Bison comes back, then there is a chance he might return! Please Capcom! Bring my boy back in the series! You been neglecting him for far too long!

I could go on about how I think they could bring Nash back in SF6 for AGES. The sheer fact that F.A.N.G. lived and is in SF6 (Fang Fei/Foo, A.K.I.'s master) makes me think that Nash probably survived his bout with Bison in some degree and could come back but there's so many ways they can go about it they could make it really insane if they wanted to.

They could have the Secret Society/Illuminati revive him again to use as an agent to gain ground against Shadaloo and potentially leverage Gill/the Society into higher threat standing (villain).

They could tie Darkstalkers semi-into Street Fighter and say that the Nash we would see is him after escaping the Makai and give him some more wacky magic-like powers (and give Darkstalkers fans like myself some more crumbs to survive on for a while lol).

They could lean into the Nash/Shadow setup from Marvel vs. Capcom and say that Shadaloo had/has him and the Nash we get to see is totally brainwashed into servitude by Bison or has escaped his brainwashing but like Cammy has no memories of his past. Or hell, just bring 'Shadow' back and it's just Nash but under a different name with different goals in mind!

But those are just my ideas after all.

Capcom needs to give us Nash STAT. I need to see my boy again!

(Also as an aside I love your art <3 )

[mekatrio]

there is a venn diagram of people who love 3-5 and people who think 4-4 makes no sense and the diagram is a near-perfect circle

[sparklyfaerie]

When I think about it, I think my favourite thing about Spike is that he does the work, you know? He's the only significant man in Buffy's life, let alone of her love interests, that actually takes a good, hard look at himself and decides that he needs to be better.

Angel, at least for the duration of his tenure on BtVS, doesn't change. He remains high-handed and paternalistic for the entirety of his relationship with Buffy, unilaterally making decisions 'for her own good' and ignoring what she, herself, wants. He makes the decisions. He doesn't accept when Buffy tries to. Literally. He does not accept her breaking up with him until it's time for him to break up with her.

Riley remains a misogynistic jerk who has an inferiority complex when it comes to his girlfriend. He also abdicates responsibility for his own damn actions when they all culminate in his life exploding in his face, and skips town without ever actually examining how he landed in that position. It's just Buffy's Fault, with no examination of his own culpability or thought processes.

Giles doubles down on his terrible decisions, especially in Season 6 onwards. He makes wrong call after wrong call, and gets offended when Buffy doesn't trust him anymore after he actively betrays her. Instead of doing anything to earn that trust back, he just fully turns on Buffy completely in Empty Places, and the fractures in their relationship are never addressed afterwards.

Less said about Xander, the happier I'll be. He starts the series as an entitled little shit and he ends the series not much better.

Hank abandons her. He just straight up peaces out and is never any help to Buffy, ever.

Spike, on the other hand, reaches his lowest point due to the implosion of his relationship with Buffy. In response, he realises that there's something he lacks, something he could do to be better, and then he does it. Not only does he do it--once it's done, he recognises that his feelings are his own problem and doesn't burden Buffy with them at all. He becomes a steady, nonjudgemental support when she needs it most, and asks nothing of her for it. He expresses his love with no anticipation of reciprocation, just states it as fact and explicitly states that he's not asking for anything in return. He just loves her. For her. He doesn't need her to love him back. Yeah, it would be nice, but that's not the point. He changes for and because of her. Loving her transforms him at a fundamental level, and he is a better person for it. None of that is a burden he places on Buffy.

Accountability is so attractive in a man. So is emotional vulnerability and passion, which is only something she really gets from Spike. The other men in her life are so wrapped up in themselves or their own need to be right/in control, and it actively harms her.

Yeah, Spike is physically very pretty; but it's his invisible qualities that make him as attractive as he is. There's a reason he's so beloved while other characters have a more mixed (or even negative) reception, and it has very little to do with the cheekbones.

[rkisbddzir]

omg hii u should write abt riki abd the reader whos been ovulating and having pressure built up and the reader EXPLICITLY states that when they see each other that weekend, that no breaks are to be had and theyre done when she says so, but then yn eventually taps out but rikis like no u asked for this and hes just going hard(this idea has been in my head for days)😄

─── “TAKE IT”

── 𝒲arnings / smut , p in v , dirty messages , semi public sex , unprotected (ruh roh) , dick riding , fingering , they go at it the whole entire night , mentions of choking , overstimulation , riki is a hard dom , loud , mentions of pregnancy , etc .

ℛ ℐ ℛ ℐ is typing . . . 💬 ꪔ̤̮ guys ur freaks 😭 holy guys thats actually a good idea i love your sexy brain anon. i think i added everything you said if i didnt im so sorry forgive me

IT ONLY HAD taken a single video message and riki was seemingly off to everyone who interacted with him that day. one half-step behind. one late spin. one beat too slow.

jake gave him a look. heesueng didn’t say anything — just raised a brow in that way that meant “get your shit together”.

riki mumbled, “sorry,” and jogged to the corner of the studio for a water break, swiping his towel across the back of his neck. his phone buzzed twice in his pocket.

he didn’t mean to check it.

didn’t mean to let it distract him again.

but then he saw your name — and the preview of the message below it:

he blinked.

unlocked his phone.

and read the full message.

riki jaw dropped open almost instantly. he didn’t know what was worse, the fact that she was suggesting something that could potentially end up with him being a father during her ripest time of the month or the fact that he was at work right now and she knew.

he ran a hand down his face. swallowed hard.

he read it again. and again.

choking out a laugh, his fingers moved to type a single word answer. “okay”

jake passed behind him. “whats wrong? you look like a ghost.”

“yeah,” he muttered. “just my sister and stuff.”

sunoo leaned over riki’s shoulder, “your sister tells you not to take a break and you can’t take a shower?”

riki shoved his phone back into his pocket and turned, eyes sharp. glaring at sunoo.

you weren’t supposed to be there.

at least, not officially.

not with the way the dorm rules were written. not with the way jungwon gave you that look when you waltzed in wearing riki’s oversized hoodie and fuzzy socks like you owned the place.

but they’d all gotten used to you by now.

you’d stay over once, then twice, then every weekend.

and even if the others rolled their eyes or smirked knowingly when you climbed into riki’s bed with that look, none of them stopped you.

he walks in his dorm room door at 7:43 pm. his hair still messy from the dancing, eyes low and locked onto you like a man who’d been waiting.

“you’re late,” you said, voice already breathy from how wet you were just looking at him.

you’re already in one of his oversized hoodies, nothing underneath, kneeling on the carpet with that wicked smile and soaked thighs.

“i’m not even gonna let you shower,” you tell him. “you start now.”

you stayed on your knees.

back straight. legs parted. eyes full of demand and desperation.

riki doesn’t say a word. just shrugs off his jacket, drops his bag, tilts his head. walking forward like a predator.

slow, deliberate steps, peeling his shirt over his head without a single pause, exposing those lean muscles and tight abs you’d been dreaming about for a week straight.

“i’m here now,” he muttered.

you reached for the waistband of his sweats.

“no,” he said firmly. “you don’t get to touch me yet.”

your brows lifted in surprise, but the ache between your legs pulsed.

your thighs pressed together, instinctively grinding for friction.

“i told you,” you reminded him, staring up with defiance. “no breaks. you do what i say this weekend.”

riki leaned down, grabbed your jaw, and tilted your face up to his. “oh, I remember what you said.”

his thumb brushed your lower lip.

and then?

he picked you up like you weighed nothing. throwing you over his shoulder like a rag doll, one hand palming your bare ass as you yelped and squirmed.

“riki—!”

he tossed you onto the bed, grabbed your ankles, and yanked you to the edge so hard your hoodie rode up, exposing everything.

“you wanna play games?” he said, getting between your legs.

“no warmup. no fingers. you want me this bad, you can take me just like this.”

you gasped—“wait, i—”

too late.

he shoved his sweats down, not even fully off, and lined himself up without hesitation. you felt the fat head of his cock press against your soaked entrance and your brain went white.

“riki—!”

he pushed inside in one rough thrust.

you screamed. back arched. fingers dug into the sheets as he split you open instantly.

you felt the heat of him — thick, hard, flushed against your slick entrance. your breath caught.

then he pushed in.

one long, slow thrust.

your mouth dropped open, eyes fluttering as you felt every inch of him stretch you wide, fill you deep, press against every oversensitive nerve in your swollen cunt.

“shh,” he teased, a hand clamping gently over your mouth. “don’t want the whole dorm knowing i’ve got your legs spread, huh?”

you moaned under his palm — and clenched around him in response.

he stilled.

your eyes locked.

“oh, you do want them to hear.”

you nodded.

then he fucked you slow.

deep.

dirty.

the kind of slow that dared you to make noise.

the kind that made the bed squeak rhythmically, headboard tapping against the wall.

the kind that made your nails run down his back and leaving red lines.

the kind that made your eyes roll back

you tried so hard to be quiet.

but the pressure was too much.

“riki—” you whined into the pillow. “i’m gonna cum—”

“shut up,” he hissed, slamming his hand over your mouth again.

too late.

you came with a body-shaking moan, muffled but not enough.

your cunt was spasming around him so hard he cursed and gripped the headboard, stopping himself from following after you.

but he couldn’t help himself.

his hand still gripping the headboard, he rocks his hips into you a few more times.

the dirty soft grunts that left his lips lined up with the squeaking bed beneath you.

“unh.” squeak. “unh.” squeak. “unh.” squeak.

riki stops inside you for a second, his hair stuck to his forehead due to how sweaty he was.

his mouth dropped open. his eyes rolling back before his eyes close and his hot, white, sticky load spills deep inside you.

a low whine escaping his parted, swollen lips.

he must’ve felt embarrassed by it because after he came down from his high, he’d muttered out something about how loud you are as he pulled out and laid down beside you.

the second he did so, you were already on top of him.

straddling him, hoodie riding up your thighs.

you entered him slowly, lowering down, breaking no eye contact.

riki groaned under his breath, gripping your hips, pressing you down more deeper onto his throbbing cock.

“fuck, baby… again? right now?”

you leaned in, nose to his jaw, and whispered, “you always fuck me better when you’re trying to keep me quiet.”

his cock twitched inside you.

you roll your hips down into his, slow and mean, feeling the inside of his thighs get slick between your own.

“don’t tell me you’re scared of getting caught now,” you teased, breath hot against his lips. “not after what you did to me just a second ago—”

“…baby?”

you grab the base of his cock and line him up without answering, your other hand planted firmly on his stomach.

you sink down.

all the way.

your mouth falls open, a sharp gasp leaving your throat as you take every inch.

he groans beneath you, his hands flying to your hips

“shit—”

you’re so tight, even after everything he did to you. You pulse around him like you’re still cumming, like your body refuses to let him go.

you lean forward, hands pressed flat to his chest, his shirt bunched in your fists.

“thought i said,” you pant, voice shaking, “we stop when i say.”

riki swallows hard, looking up at you like you’re some kind of beautiful, dangerous fever dream.

“fuck… you’re serious.”

you rock your hips once.

slow.

deep.

grinding right against your clit.

riki chokes on a moan.

you lift up again—then drop.

again.

your hips move in little circles, your hands planted on his shoulders to brace yourself.

his head falls back.

“fuuuck—baby”

he’s so deep inside you now, the angle making it unbearable. every bounce has his tip hitting that sensitive spot inside you, and you cry out every time.

loud.

high-pitched.

desperate.

riki’s hands are everywhere—gripping your ass, sliding up your back, tugging the hoodie off over your head. now you’re completely bare, bouncing on top of him, tits moving with every thrust, sweat dripping down your body.

and he’s watching it all.

“look at you,” he moans. “riding me after crying like that… you fucking love this, don’t you?”

you slam down harder, throwing your head back with a sob.

he growls, sitting up to wrap his arms around you, mouth latching onto your nipple as you bounce in his lap. his hips buck up to meet yours, and suddenly you’re not riding anymore—he’s fucking up into you, holding you still, using your soaked, overstimulated pussy to chase his own high.

you cry out again.

your coming again, violently. your legs shaking around his waist as you hold onto his shoulders for dear life

“riki—riki i’m cumming…”

“good,” he snarls. “cum on my cock. make a mess. i’m gonna fucking fill you up again—don’t even think about stopping.”

your whole body is twitching—eyes rolled back, moans getting stuck in your throat as he grabs your hips and slams you down over and over, chasing his own climax.

and then.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

“inside,” you whimper, nails digging into his skin. “do it inside… fill me again, riki—”

he groans loud, desperate, right against your mouth, his hips jerk hard.

once.

twice.

then he stills, deep inside you and you feel it.

hot.

thick.

spilling into you as your bodies shake together, forehead to forehead, panting against each other’s lips.

that was the last sound you made before he flipped you onto your back so fast the bed creaked under you.

he pulls back—slow, achingly slow—and slams back in, making the entire bed jolt.

“fuck—” you cry out.

he does it again. again.

the rhythm brutal.

heavy.

your tits bouncing in his face and his expression is almost pained as he looks up at you.

“you feel that?” he pants.

you nod helplessly.

“i’m inside you so deep i can feel your heartbeat.”

you moan.

too loud. and riki loves it.

“that’s right,” he whispers, driving into you harder.

your nails scratch down his back.

your legs are trembling in his hands.

your pussy’s clenching so tight around him he can barely keep the pace.

“you gonna cum?” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth.

you whimper, eyes fluttering shut.

“yes—riki, i’m—”

but he pulls out suddenly.

you scream at the loss.

he leans back on his knees, grabs your waist, and drags you down the bed so your ass hits his thighs again.

then he grabs your ankles, hooks them over his shoulders, and slams back in with a guttural groan.

“riki…!”

you’re louder now. louder than before.

he’s pounding you like he wants to mold your insides to the shape of his cock.

“i’m not stopping,” he growls. “not until you scream for me.”

you’re already crying.

you try to hide your face. but he grabs your jaw.

you look up at him.

his flushed face, sweat soaked hair, lip caught between his teeth.

he’s staring down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever ruined.

then your body tenses.

your legs lock.

and your orgasm hits.

you scream, legs shaking violently as your pussy clenches and gushes around him, soaking the sheets, soaking his thighs, soaking everything.

your back arches off the bed.

your mind blanks out completely.

and he doesn’t stop.

he fucks you through it.

makes you cum again.

and again.

until your voice breaks and all you can do is whisper his name over and over like it’s the only thing you remember.

you lose track of time.

of your voice.

of the number of times you cum on his cock, in his lap, across his tongue.

he fucks you standing against the wall.

you ride him in his desk chair.

he makes you bounce on top while he chokes you with his hand and tells you how filthy you sound.

despite not letting you take breaks, he’d fallen asleep still inside you.

you guys had moved to the bed after riding him, and he kept going and then slowly he just fell asleep.

you did too.

but at 3:27 am. you woke up at the loss of contact. he wasn’t inside you anymore.

you felt him shift on top of you letting out a soft gasp when he cupped you. bare, already warm and slick, even though you swore your body couldn’t take more.

but his fingers knew you too well.

knew exactly how to circle your clit, how much pressure to use, when to slow down, when to speed up just enough to have you arching back into him.

“i missed this already,” he muttered into your hair. “you get wet so fast. so fucking needy.”

“i’m not…” you tried to protest, but your voice cracked mid-word.

he slid two fingers between your folds, collecting your slick, then pushed them into you slow and deep.

your body clenched tight around him.

“you were saying?”

you buried your face in the pillow as he started fucking you slowly with his fingers, each stroke hitting the perfect spot, stretching you gently.

his free hand came up to palm your breast under the shirt, thumb teasing your nipple until it peaked under the thin fabric.

your legs were already shaking.

and he knew it.

he whispers, biting your shoulder. “already shaking like that? you really think i’m gonna stop now?”

you whimpered again.

“i haven’t even started.”

he pulled his fingers out and shoved the covers off both of you.

you were completely exposed now, panties pushed to the side, chest rising and falling in sharp, uneven breaths.

his hands spreading your thighs wide.

his cock was already hard, thick, veiny, leaking at the tip.

he didn’t wait.

one thrust.

deep.

so deep you arched and cried out, back bowing, thighs trembling.

“f-fuck! riki—”

your voice cracked again, and riki growled low against your skin, pulling your hips back onto him harder.

“that’s right. say my name.”

you tried to hold it in, you really did.

but when he started fucking you in slow, punishing strokes, his pelvis smacking against your ass with every thrust, you couldn’t stay quiet anymore.

“riki—oh my god!”

he smirked.

“think they heard that?”

you froze.

your mind spun.

the others.

they were in the dorm.

riki leaned down and licked a stripe up your neck.

“i hope sunoo’s listening. i hope jay knows you scream like this for me.” he thrust deeper. “they’ll know who you belong to.”

“riki—please—!”

he slid one hand under your stomach, lifting your hips just enough to angle deeper, and the next thrust made your eyes roll back.

you were dripping.

loud.

sloppy.

your moans were practically echoing off the walls, and you weren’t even halfway to whatever number your orgasm was yet.

the pillow under your hips makes everything worse.

or better.

your body’s tilted, perfectly aligned to feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as he pushes in and out.

he’s hitting deeper now. so deep your legs kick a little on reflex, toes curling.

“oh my god—riki—please, i can’t—”

“you can,” he growls, grabbing your thighs to keep them open as you writhe. “you’re taking it so well, baby. so fucking tight for me.”

he starts pounding into you again, hips slapping hard and loud against the back of your thighs.

the pillow makes each thrust louder, wetter, deeper. it sounds filthy.

obscene, even.

“shh,” he pants, grinning like a devil. “the others are probably listening right now. want them to hear how loud this pretty pussy is?”

you try to shake your head.

but you moan instead.

the pillow’s pushing your hips up so perfectly that you start clenching uncontrollably again.

every thrust has your voice breaking.

every sound out of your mouth makes Riki go faster.

you hear it building again.

another orgasm.

already.

“i—i’m gonna…” you gasp.

and that’s when he reaches down, thumb circling your clit just right, and you lose it.

you cum again. hard.

hips jerking off the pillow, your thighs twitching violently, your back arching into his chest.

he stays inside the whole time, groaning at how tight you clamp down on him.

“you make such a mess,” he pants, fucking you through your release again. “fucking heaven.”

you’re shaking.

completely out of breath.

your hands are fisting the sheets, tears running down your cheeks from how intense it is.

but you feel it.

his cock twitching inside you.

and you guys don’t stop til the sun comes up.

you shuffled into the kitchen in his oversized hoodie and your sleep shorts, trying not to limp.

until you rounded the corner and nearly walked straight into heeseung.

he looked up from his coffee.

his eyes skimmed you. once.

then he smirked, way too knowingly.

“rough night?”

you froze. blinked. “huh?”

he sipped his coffee casually. “you were… tossing a lot. heard some banging.”

“banging?”

he nodded. “yeah. like—” he paused and tapped his mug to the counter. “bam. bam. bam. real steady rhythm, too.”

you felt heat rush up your neck like a wildfire.

“oh. um. that was… probably”

in walked riki.

hair damp.

sweatpants slung low.

wearing the hoodie you were wearing while he fucked the shit out of you 6 hours ago.

he moved like nothing happened.

like he didn’t keep you up for hours.

like he didn’t stuff you full until you were crying into his chest.

“morning,” he mumbled sleepily, walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a bowl.

jake looked up from his yogurt and smirked. “sleep well?”

riki grabbed cereal, popped the box open, and didn’t even glance at you. “best sleep i’ve had in weeks.”

you choked.

heeseung squinted at him. “you look like you just ran a marathon.”

riki shrugged.

the others were still joking around, halfway through breakfast, but you couldn’t focus.

not with the way riki kept looking at you.

low glances.

little smirks.

like he already knew he was going to get you back in his bed before that cereal even went soggy.

you took a cautious sip of juice, avoiding his gaze.

mistake.

because under the table.

you felt it.

a gentle nudge.

his knee.

he moved closer on the bench beside you, slow and innocent, until his thigh was pressed against yours.

your breath caught.

then a hand.

slipping onto your knee.

sliding up, up, up.

right under the hem of the oversized hoodie you stole from him after last night, because of course you weren’t wearing anything under it.

your eyes snapped to his, wide and warning.

but he didn’t stop.

his fingers trailed higher, brushing against your inner thigh. bare skin. so close to where you were still warm, still sore, still—

“you okay?” sunghoon asked suddenly across the table.

you flinched.

riki didn’t. he just answered calmly, lazily rubbing little circles against the softest part of you.

“she’s good,” he said without missing a beat. “just tired.”

you nearly slammed your head on the table.

your body arched, so subtly, toward his hand. because god, it felt too good. and you were still sensitive.

still wet.

still his.

you gritted your teeth and grabbed his wrist under the table, hissing through your teeth.

“riki, stop.”

he leaned in, close to your ear.

“then tell me no,” he whispered, fingers slipping further until

your body jerked.

you dropped your fork.

jake looked over. “you alright?”

“yeah,” you gasped, voice cracking. “just… cold. AC.”

sunoo raised an eyebrow. “it’s july.”

but riki was already rising from the bench.

he stepped back, stretched like he wasn’t rock hard under those grey sweats, and met your eyes with a look that spoke fluently in sin.

then he said it.

soft.

low.

commanding.

“come here for a second.”

you blinked. “what?”

“i need help with something,” he added, clearly lying before heading down the hall to his room without looking back.

you didn’t move.

then you stood up so fast the juice box nearly flew from your hand, already storming down the hall, hoodie swaying around your bare thighs, heart racing.

[cloakedsparrow]

‘Bruce is Tim’s Biological Parent’ AU Idea #4

The fact that Bruce was Tim’s biological father was something of an open secret in the Drake household. Both Jack and Janet knew it. They both passed away before Tim ever met Bruce, but Janet’s parents had known as well. However, they never openly acknowledged it. Jack alluded to it the most often (usually when he feeling pissy about something or other) but but even then, he never outright said it.

Tim caught on early enough to subtly make comments here and there that Janet could confirm or deny (or ask what he was talking about). She confirmed while also making it clear that it was a family secret without ever explicitly stating that Jack wasn’t Tim’s father.

Once he started spending time at Wayne Manor, Tim figured out that Bruce was his biological father (based mainly on some comments Jack made when he heard his parents arguing about whether to let him continue to do so). Since he was used to it being a shared but unspoken secret, and since Bruce was supposed to be the world’s greatest detective, Tim figured Bruce knew, too. He made similar comments alluding to it early on and Bruce, not in the state of mind to truly pay attention to Tim, just didn’t catch on to ask questions or realize what the boy was saying. Tim took his responses as confirmation that Bruce was aware of the situation and it would just be more of the same (don’t ever say it aloud) at Wayne Manor.

So Tim never said anything.

Until Damian came along. Because Damian obviously wouldn’t know and his whole ‘trying to murder Tim’ issue was rooted in the belief that he was the only blood son who needed to eliminate the interloper. Therefore, Tim figured that telling Damian would be the first step to them coming together as a family (and him no longer having to watch that the little jerk wasn’t trying another attempt against his life).

“I think we need to tell Damian the family secret.”

“He already knows.”

“He does? Since when?”

“Talia told him I’m Batman from the beginning.”

“No, I know that. I meant the other family secret.”

“Which one?”

“The one we don’t talk about.”

“Hng?”

“Look, I know it’s gonna be weird ‘cause of the whole thing where we never talk about it, but he needs to know.”

“Needs to know what? What are you talking about?”

Which is how Tim realized that Bruce had no clue the whole time and how Bruce learned that he had two biological sons.

One of which he let live with an asshole and then a hired actor before he legally adopted him because he hadn’t figured out that the boy was already his. The other of which his ex managed to hide from him for ten years.

Dick and (later) Jason will never let him live it down.

Alfred will be so disappointed to learn they could have kept Tim like he'd wanted, after Jack woke from his coma.

[agustdtown1]

CLOSER TO YOU [TEASER]

PAIRING: nerdy!roommate!jungkook x OF!reader.

SUMMARY: After getting various comments about your poor filming skills for your OF page, you finally decided to give in and reach out to the one person that could help you with your problem. However, what started as your roommate just helping you to film your video turned into you begging him to fuck you.

How long would it take for Jungkook to finally give in? After all, all he ever wanted was to be closer to you.

WC (teaser): 615, final work is almost 10k

WARNINGS (teaser): swearing, sexual themes, allusion to masturbation, it’s not explicitly stated but reader is fully naked, reader being a little menace and jk being completely whipped for her. The rest of the warnings will be added to the final fic.

A/N: not me coming back here after almost a year of not writing anything. I don’t have any further explanation aside from the fact that my life changed a lot and I got way busier than I thought I would, I also kinda lost inspiration and motivation to write so… there’s that, hopefully with this new fic I’ll be back to writing more often and being active. n e way, enjoy your reading and lmk if u wanna be tagged for the final fic! <3

You can read part one here !!

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“Kook…” You breathed out, “I need you.”

It was so subtle, so fleeting the smugness that covered his face for a brief instant that you barely noticed. His eyes widened and his lips moved like that of a fish trying to survive out of the water, he didn’t know what to do, much less what to say. 

“Me?” He whispered, completely clueless of the effect he was having on you in that moment. You nodded, fingers stilling in between your legs. “Wh-What do you mean?”

You sat up, stopping the filming once again. “Exactly what I said, I need you… I-I need your help with something else. You can say no, but… I would be forever grateful to you if you said yes.”

Jungkook was putting to use his 128 IQ score to try and understand what you were hinting at, but none the wiser, he needed the words spelled out to him to get your idea. And so, as softly as possible, you explained what your need was actually about. You noticed the way his body reacted to you and the show you were putting on for your viewers but more specifically for him; it was painfully obvious how much he desired you, and in all honesty, you weren’t any better. 

Ever since you two started living together, you swore that you wouldn’t act on the small and silly crush you developed for him after meeting for the first time. It was just a silly attraction that wasn’t worth the hassle of getting involved with your roommate; his built body and big biceps drove you crazy, and you couldn’t turn a blind eye to the intricate tattoos adorning his arm, which was such a stark contrast to the type of man he made himself out to be; the lip ring shining from his mouth was so painfully enticing, and more often than not, you found yourself wondering what it would feel like against your lips while kissing the life out of him. And God bless the person that gets you started on how much you loved those black rimmed glasses that adorned his eyes almost 24/7, giving him a geeky look that would never fail to make you weak in the knees. But all of those features, as well as the lewd scenarios conquering your mind minutes before going to sleep, had made it difficult for you to stay in your lane all this time. Tonight, however, might be your one and only chance to turn your dirty dreams into reality, only and only if Jungkook agreed to your idea.

“I don’t want this to ruin our friendship.” He murmured, looking down at the floor and avoiding your hopeful eyes glaring at him. You reached out for him, your soft hands coming in contact with his covered thighs while you kneeled in front of him. “Y/n… don’t do this to me.” His whole body stiffened, fighting the urge to jump your bones and turn you into a crying mess just like he always imagined.

“You don’t want me like that, Kookie?” You so innocently asked, lashes fluttering against your cheekbones. “Is that the real problem, hm?” Your hands were sliding up and down his thighs, teasing him.

“God, no.” He answered breathlessly, “You have no fucking idea how bad I want you…”  

“Then why don’t you show me? What’s stopping you, hm?” Your cheek resting on his jean-covered thigh elicited a soft gasp from your roommate. “It's just a small favor.” 

“I… fuck, you’re driving me crazy right now.” He ran a hand through his hair, pulling at the ends while letting out a frustrated groan. Jungkook took off his glasses while rubbing his eyes before looking at you again. “You have to promise… you really have to promise that it will be a one-time thing. No more favors after this, at least not of this caliber.” 

You nodded eagerly, looking at him with a spark in your eyes. “I promise, just this time.” 

“Okay,” Jungkook nodded, “I’ll help you with anything you need.”

[winters-orbit]

Now that we're at the end of mission impossible (until mcq shows cruise another video and he goes, I can do that, let's make another one), it's quite remarkable that they managed to tie together a cohesive theme from 8 movies, 5 directors, and 30 years.

And the fact that the theme is: fierce, unrelenting hope and trust especially in the face of insurmountable odds? I fear I may be thinking about this series for the rest of my life.

The first 3 ish movies are spent slowly beating ethan down. He starts out as this cocksure kid at the beginning of mi1. And then he's betrayed by his team leader who he trusts more than anything and is forced to watch and listen to every single one of them die, including Claire and Jim by the end.

He watches another imf agent go rogue (which absolutely could have been ethan in a different timeline given everything that had just happened to him) resulting in more people around him getting hurt, Nyah the most.

He tries so hard to get out, and gets a brief glimpse at normal happiness only for that to be ripped away from him as he watches his wife get kidnapped and tortured (3 does insane things for his character).

So we meet him at the beginning of ghost protocol in prison having had everything ripped away from him again and again. And now he's in prison. And yeah, we know Julia is alive, but the cruel irony of knowing your wife is alive but you can never be near her again goes crazy hard.

But the beauty of the series is that it's been slowly planting people in Ethan's life over these three movies to trust. And they're not trustworthy because Ethan already knows them. He essentially picks them randomly. Luther, selected off the list of disavowed agents ,ends up becoming his greatest and most reliable friend, his brother. Benji because he's the only one available and willing to help him in an absolutely insane endeavor to save his wife.

And we get to 4 and Ethan is back in the field with the ghost protocol team (whom I love but man are they team cringe fail). A team made up of the man who lives with the guilt of thinking he got Julia killed, a woman who is a walking time bomb due to the grief of losing someone she loved, and a man who is in the field for essentially the first time.

And Ethan takes a look at all of that baggage, including his own and says fuck it, this is my team and they are going to make it through this. And they do; by the skin of their teeth and a second left on the clock they make it. Ethan choses to trust the first full team since the first movie when all of them were ripped away from him.

Rogue nation gives us Ilsa who everyone distrusts immediately, except for Ethan. Ethan is once again betrayed by his government and so is Ilsa. And Ethan knows what that's like and thus Ilsa is part of the team.

Fallout tests that trust as Ilsa is forced to work against Ethan for half of the movie. But fallout is also one of the first times these themes are explicitly stated with "hope is not a a strategy. You must be new".

Ethan has been betrayed countless times, lost so many people close to him, and had the shit kicked out of him so many times he probably has a little brain damage. And yet he keeps getting up, he trusts and he hopes, because that's the only thing standing between them and the end of the world.

We get to dead reckoning and he constantly tries to work with Grace, to protect her, to get her out. Even though she is absolutely working against him at every turn. Anyone else would not work this hard to protect someone who is being this actively antagonist to their goals. But Ethan is not the same man as the kid who lost his team so long ago. Ilsa is ripped away from him. He keeps losing people and just keeps going, because hope and trust is all he has now.

And it's really all hammered home in final reckoning. He just had to walk away as he watched his oldest and closest friend let himself die to save an entire city and he immediately asks Briggs to, please just work with him, while actively crying because of the friend he just lost. (And no Briggs, he's actually never gotten used to losing people, ever. That's what makes Ethan, Ethan. It's BECAUSE he cares so much). He spends most of this movie really just begging people to trust him, to trust each other, to give him a chance to stop the entity despite the odds being insane. Because he's been shown time and time again, that trusting in those around you, however foolish it may seem is what saves the day in the end.

Over the course of 30 years they managed to beat Ethan down and build him back up as this character built on love and hope and care for the people around him. This doesn't even begin to talk about all the small moments of compassion throughout the series (the one in fallout with the French police woman always sticks out in my head).

The initial draw of these movies may be the stunts and seeing how Cruise pulls those off, but the heart of these stories is Ethan. A man who despite everything, all the betrayal, and loss, and suffering, simply choses to be kind. And damn what a powerful message.

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Sabo analysis time!!!!

Do you guys ever think about how Sabo didn't visit Dressrosa to see Luffy again? And him meeting up with Luffy was probably his very last option to secure the fruit, otherwise he would probably avoid it? Cuz i do…

Let me elaborate.

So here's what we know from the source material:

We know Sabo and the other revolutionaries were there since the early morning since Hack was already inside the coliseum for RevArmy snooping reasons.

The prize of the Tournament was revealed after the Revs were already there.

Sabo/Koala were not in contact with Robin to know if the straw hats were anywhere near Dressrosa as seen by Koala saying "I hear Robin-san’s here in this country, too."

Sabo confronted Luffy about getting the Mera-Mera No Mi only after Hack lost during Block B and Luffy got out of his own block.

I had always assumed that Sabo showed up to Dressrosa for the Mera-Mera No Mi and meeting Luffy, but that really isn't the case. Idk why it took me so long to figure that out, it’s literally shown in the Episode of Sabo (EOS) explicitly. Although, the EOS isn't exactly source material. I cant find anywhere stating whether its canon or not, but I cant find anything that would have it conflict with the original plot so i see no reason why it wouldn’t be. All that evidence from before is canon though so even without the EOS, this claim still holds water.

Speaking more of the evidence we have from of the episode of Sabo, we see him snooping around the Colosseum during the tournament, we see the moment he realizes that Luffy is participating in the event, and we see the moment he realizes that Luffy cant participate any further.

Like look at him here. He looks absolutely unprepared for what he knows he has to do. And after this in the scene right before he starts talking with Luffy, he’s like literally walking to him as slowly as he possibly can. Taking pauses in his stride to probably think about how much of a bad idea this is.

Plus, at the beginning of the episode when he’s visiting Ace’s grave, he says “I guess both you and Luffy are both mad at me.”

Sabo has had so many opportunities to meet up with Luffy before he actually does, both in Dressrosa and since he regains his memory. But he doesnt. Because he cant. Because he’s terrified of being met with scorn, anger, or even violence from his beloved little brother.

Finally, we see him plucking up the courage to walk over to luffy. All surroundings are silent besides the loud footsteps coming from his approach echoing in the hallway.

Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step.

Then he stops.

Its dead quiet.

Sabo has been pretty much deadpan this entire time, but he then smiles before he says

“I wont let you have the Mera Mera No Mi, ‘Straw hat’ Luffy.”

This is a fairly serious thing that he’s saying to this man in a fake beard and outrageous helmet, and he’s terrified of this meeting with his brother, but he cant help but smile when he’s talking with him.

The conversation that continues is very confrontational, but suddenly something clicks in Luffy’s mind. His body relaxes from it’s tense posture, he starts to tear up, his speech slows,

Then he starts to scream with recognition.

That’s his big brother.

He’s alive…

He’s Alive!!!

He’s here! Right here! Right where he should be!

Alive. Living. Free!

Luffy GRABS Sabo’s face and propels himself towards him. Suffocating and probably giving his brother whiplash in that second within that assault-hug.

All of a sudden, Sabo’s fears of scorn, anger and violence all wash away.

Luffy loves him.

They have each other now.

And now, Sabo is on his way to get that god damn fruit.

Sabo absolutely didn’t think he was ready for this re-connection, but he’s so glad he went through with it.

He has his brother back, his other brother’s powers, and the bragging rights of being able to flaunt both.

This is what I'm sayin with the "seems like fire favors these brothers" post I made. The fact that both the mera mera no mi and Luffy and Sabo were all in the same place to come together at once is a crazy coincidence. How many coincidences does it take, for a happenstance to be Fate? Probably that amount.

In conclusion:

Get this man a therapist. Please.

Heres another sabo analysis if you wanna hear more

Thank you for reading my ramblings about a fictional man. I think about him a completely average amount.

[anim-ttrpgs]

Y'all state in the Eureka rulebook (at least the version I have) "In our experience, the more preparation,the better, no matter the genre." I was wondering if you've expanded on that anywhere? I've been rambling in my drafts about how different games talk about prep, including PbtA games which often state outright that you should only make limited preparations.

Yeah this is something that it would be a good idea to expand upon, because “GM prep” is word that has been so diluted and corrupted by D&D5e and its toxic critical role play culture, where “GM prep” means “they will do this, and when they do, the music will be timed just right and the battle map will be so impressive, etc.” PBTA is telling you to avoid prep because it doesn’t want you doing that kind of prep (and no good RPG does). This can work for PBTA for a number of reasons that I actually don’t want to get into in the interest of time but it has a lot to do with the pure genre emulation and the limitedness of the playbooks.

Eureka: Investigative Urban Fantasy, however, cannot get away with this because it is both a much more expansive “toolbox” game and because it is explicitly a mystery-investigation game. There are many other games that do also really benefit from the type of prep that Eureka wants from its GMs, such as dungeon crawlers, but Eureka needs it the most.

But the kind of prep Eureka wants isn't “they will do this and when they do it will be perfectly timed and look so impressive,” it is “what if they do this? What if they do that? What if they do some other third thing?”

A Eureka GM needs to have something ready for the shed behind the house, in case a PC decides to go to the shed behind the house, because this is a mystery game. You can’t just improv it, if you make something up on the spot, then and that thing doesn’t perfectly adhere to the facts of the case, the case can be ruined. That’s why we push for using adventure modules so much, because they’re literally designed to do that prep for you.

TL:DR

TTRPGs are games where anything can happen, so instead of being extremely meticulously prepared for one possibility, a good GM is moderately prepared for a wide variety of possibilities. In a game where “the facts” not 100% lining up doesn’t fully matter or isn’t likely to be pried into, you can get away with lower prep in each of your possibilities you’ve prepped for, but in a game where “the facts” and tiny little details are all that matters, you should have a high level of preparedness for each possibility, and the best way to do that is to use an adventure module.

[neoduelverse]

One thing I find interesting about Pantheon season 2 is the difference between Holstrom and Caspian. Now there are a lot of differences between them, but I’m talking about the the big one. The one that made it so that Caspian could cure the flaw, but Holstrom couldn’t. I’m talking about how each of them feel love. 

Now, throughout the entire second season it’s all, but explicitly stated that Holstrom couldn’t understand love and that’s why he could’ve never fixed the flaw.

It’s a good way to highlight how the two genetically identical men differ, why one is our secondary protagonist while the other is the main antagonist. It also shows the audience Caspians understanding of love though his growing relationship with Maddie throughout the season.

But some viewers may be confused by this difference. After all doesn’t Holstrom have a love interest in Renee?

In fact don’t they spent a large amount of time collaborating on Holstrom’s plan, with her essentially being his arm in the physical world? Does their love not count just because they’re evil?

Well no. At least that’s not the reason their “love” doesn’t count. But to explain why we need to talk about how the show conceives of love.

In Pantheon love isn’t just about people liking each a lot. Not even to the point of where they’re willing to do a lot for their partners. Love is when people push each other along with supporting them.

Real love, to Pantheon, is challenging each other to be better and making each other better. It’s give each other perspective that they couldn’t have on their own. Love is something active between the people sharing it, it can’t be mindless adoration.

We see this healthier love with several of the couples throughout the show. David and Ellen start with several fundamental disagreements over the UI situation, to the point where it drives them apart at first. But when they reconcile you can tell how much they love each other even if they never officially get back together. Then you have Olivia and Farhad, who the show spends an entire episode displaying how they challenge and complete each other.

And of course, we have Maddie and Caspian.

You could make a whole separate post about how their viewpoints change and clash throughout the series while strengthening their relationship. But suffice it to say that the show views their love as the truest it could be.

And taking all this into consideration it should be obvious by now why the show considers Stephen and Renee’s relationship not to be an example of love. Renee doesn’t contribute intellectually to any part of it, she is ok simply fauning over the eccentric genius. While Stephen is content with basically being a relationship with a yes woman who goes along with everything he says and does.

And the most insidious part of their relationship in my opinion also relates to why Renne was chosen to play the part of Caspian’s mother.

We see in the interviews with Holstrom about his past that he never really cared intellectually about anything his mother said. He saw her as someone to care for, and thus receive care in return. Some may call this unconditional love, but Pantheon considers it an unhealthy love.

And as you probably noticed, the way Holstrom described his relationship with his mother sounded awfully similar to his relationship with a certain someone.

Which makes their already messed up dynamic even creepier. Especially when you consider how they wanted to shape Caspian.

TLDR: Holstrom couldn’t cure the flaw not because he couldn’t convince of love, but because his very conception of love was itself flawed.

[iamthatonefangirl]

needy - nsfw winter soldier

so i was watching this banger edit and this came to me in a vision

disclaimer: fully consensual by both parties although not explicitly stated. dark themes. read at your own discretion.

this is the epitome of porn no plot i fear

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you've just finished changing the sheets on the bed, focused on the chores you have planned for the rest of the evening when you turn to walk out the bedroom door. there he is, standing there ominously, startling you. you didn't hear him come in the door and you didn't anticipate his return until the following day.

he steps toward you and shoves you backwards against the bed, causing you to yelp at the sudden force as your knees give out and you fall onto the pristine sheets. he crawls on top of you, hauling you towards the headboard with one hand digging into the muscle of your bicep.

you know what's coming. it's not often he's this amped up, strung out on the pure adrenaline rushing through his veins.

you feel the metal plates biting your skin as he wraps his hand around your neck, pressing just enough to make you feel dizzy.

"open up," he grits, pressing two fingers of his other hand against your lips. "now."

you do as he says, letting him push his fingers in, running over your tongue and right to the back of your throat, practically gagging you on them.

you can see the cruel look of satisfaction in his eyes, the depravity behind his gaze clear to you. you love it all the same.

his chest heaves as he breathes heavily, his heart surely racing with the intensity of need flourishing within him. fuck, it almost scared you.

of course you knew not to go against anything he explicitly demanded of you; he was intimidating. and even though he would never legitimately hurt you, he held your life in his hands, ultimately.

right now, you were reminded of that fact.

he pulls his hand away from your throat, and you cough, taking a few gaping breaths while he gives you the opportunity. you're too distracted letting the air fill your lungs for a few seconds to notice he's removing your shorts.

and suddenly, he's flipping over and leaning up against the headboard, bringing you with him, straddling his lap. regardless of the positioning, he always has complete control over you. the thought makes you shiver as you keep drooling around his fingers buried in your throat.

his metal hand brings itself back to its home, wrapped around your neck.

"come on, you little slut," he goads. you can barely get your hands to cooperate, bringing themselves to undo his belt. it feels so complex when you're this lightheaded from lack of oxygen.

you successfully complete the motion, and you're silently grateful he doesn't reprimand you for taking longer than you should have. you barely push his pants out of the way before he's bitching at you again.

"you gonna sit there or you gonna fuck yourself on me already?"

you groan, half in annoyance, and half in desperation.

you once again will your hands to cooperate with you, bringing your fingers to pull your underwear to the side as you line yourself up with him.

he finally takes his hand away from your throat, but before you can take a breath, he's gripping your hip and shoving you down onto him, making you inhale hoarsely.

he pulls his fingers from your mouth and lightly smacks your cheek a few times, still covered in your saliva.

"told you to suck. if I wanted you to breathe, I'd fucking tell you," he hisses before putting them back in your mouth, pressing down roughly on your tongue.

it's all you can do to sit there and try your best to keep up with him, and yet–

"come on. you can do better than this. let's go," he urges, removing his hand that’s guiding your hip to instead place a few harsh smacks on your ass. you whine, but force yourself to move against him.

everything in your body stings, and you're tapping out after just a few short minutes.

"I always have to do all the fucking work around here," he spits before taking matters into his own hands, fucking up into you like his life depends on it.

you cry around his fingers as your drool and tears drip down onto your shirt in a wet mess. you lean forward, bracing your hands against the headboard and press your forehead to his.

when you come, it's out of nowhere. you scream, still muffled, as you feel a heat bloom in your stomach when he finds his release, still seated so deep up against your cervix.

he pulls his fingers from your mouth and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in. you whimper into his ear for a minute, the emotions all surfacing at once.

no, this wasn't a conventional relationship by any means. but the love he has for you goes without saying.

~~~

okay as much as i want him to be this rough with me i just have to make some portion of it sweet ok. like. humor me

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[bibuckaroo]

i need to talk about this because this is very important to me:

yes, khun is down bad for bam and we KNOW that, but we need to start appreciating the fact that bam is down bad for him too and he’s just as embarrassing about it, like, this is not one sided, guys. the only difference is that bam always has a lot of shit going on, while khun always only deals with bam related problems.

but examples of bam being down bad:

• always singles khun out in a group, he’s the first person he sees and unless someone else interacts with him, he continues to only focus on khun, to the point that endorsi herself talks about this more than once, because she’s jealous that bam isn’t paying attention to her.

• while bam doesn’t like seeing any of his friends hurt, he usually doesn’t stop them from joining fights if they insist on it, he’ll just do his best to protect them. but here’s the thing: if he can help it, he doesn’t even let khun join a fight in a physical way and when khun looks like he’s going to leave his post in his lighthouse, bam explicitly tells him not to do that because it’s too dangerous, because to him khun belongs in the safety of his lighthouses, strategizing and protecting their friends.

• at the end of the day, the person bam is going to open to will always be khun. this is explicitly made aware when he bids both endorsi and yuri good night (two people who are his close friends and he’s known for years, and could’ve open up to at anytime) because they said they were going to rest, but when khun tried to do the same, he stopped him and asked if he could speak to him about the master key. very important!!! bam also wants to be the person khun opens up to, but every time he manages to ask him something personal, they get interrupted (looking at you, endorsi).

• bam actually stated it himself that khun ‘is his most precious friend’ when talking about why he was protecting ran, in terms of him being khun’s brother. enough said about it, khun is already on a whole other level to anybody else, and how insane it is that he’s willing to lay down his life for ran because he knows it would upset khun if anything happened to him?

• RACHEL HERSELF POINTED OUT THAT KHUN IS BAM’S PRIORITY!!! when she asked bam why he was giving her a fair chance in terms of getting the thorn fragment, literally her first assumption was because she had saved khun’s life.

• i also feel that is important to point out that while bam may not want khun in the direct line of danger, there is no one he trusts more than khun, because he knows that at the end of the day he can take care of himself, he just wishes he wasn’t put into a position where he had to. like in the sweetfish situation, he had a choice of where to go and he chose to go to hoaquin because he knew khun was with the sweetfish and he trusted khun to have a plan, even though he was worried.

• lastly, i need to mention this because i have never seen nobody talk about that: bam tries to hold on to the image of himself from the test floor in his interactions with khun a lot. after his time as jue viole grace, every time we see him interacting with other characters we see him serious and determined but rarely smiling, even with his old friends, but with khun i noticed a lot of instances that he does the closed eyed smile to reassure that everything was fine and while a part of me wants to believe that the only reason this happens is because khun just brings out this side of him, i also believe that is because (at least in a subconscious level) he believes that is the version of himself khun grew to care for (since we know bam segregates his personality, since his sworn enemy is the version of himself that is jue viole grace) and if he’s not that version anymore, will khun still care for him? (welp, this just got really angsty).

to end all of this: basically, i feel like we talk a lot about khun and his obsession with bam (affectionate) but we don’t talk enough about bam’s with him because his moments are always more subtle and usually get lost in everything else that’s happening on bam’s life.

and i noticed that we, in the khunbam fandom, tend to be able to read khun better (he truly is easier to read) than bam, but now this post makes me want to do a character study on bam.

[orange-highlighter]

The fact that every Mileven argument I ever see can be countered or proven wrong easily.

"Mike is straight" it's never been explicitly stated.

"They've been building Mileven up for 4 seasons" season 1 was mostly platonic, season 2 hardly featured them, and 3 and 4 both showed their relationship failing when romantic and looking bad for both of them.

"Byler wouldn't make sense story wise" literally watch the show with your eyes open please.

"Byler/Mike being gay would be unrealistic" the show about supernatural horror 🤨. A repressed gay boy trying to conform with a girlfriend is the most realistic representation for queer people in the 80s I've ever seen in media.

"Bylers are delusional" then why do we have the most proof and analysis for it? You just have to be media literate and open minded to see it.

"The actors wouldn't want to do that" Noah, an openly gay man? Finn, an actor who has played multiple gay characters and kissed a boy for a role before?

And most of the time they just ignore us anyway. Honestly, the show is so much more exciting when you keep an open mind to anything happening Mileven's should really try to do it more.

[plaidos]

Sorry if this is going too far with turning your inbox into the children's cartoon complaint zone, but the stuff about Grenda in Gravity falls got me thinking.

I was a teenager when Gravity Falls was coming out, and it remains one of my favorite cartoons, but rewatching it recently made me uncomfortably aware of just how much mean-spirited and offensive comedy there is throughout. Grenda as a "comic relief" character is a huge one of course, but there's just a LOT of deriving comedy from people's bodies and appearances. Plus just straightforward man-in-a-dress jokes...

There's also the fact that Alex Hirsch seems to think AAVE (or like "slang" created to be a comically heightened imitation of AAVE) is the most hilarious thing ever, but also makes sure it's always coming from on-screen white characters, as if that unproblematizes the way it's mocked? It's a CONSTANT recurring thread throughout the series.

I ended up falling off a recent rewatch for a while after hitting the episode "Soos and the Real Girl." It really hit me there with the exact way they were characterizing Soos's social incompetence and "childish" interests, oh, he's straight up supposed to be autistic. He explicitly gets obsessed with the dating sim because he likes how social interactions have predictable rules in it, unlike real life. It's hammered home *multiple* times that one of his big stated social deficiencies is an inability to make eye contact, etc. Come the fuck on. And that's fine in a vacuum, the episode ends with everyone realizing he didn't need to change himself because he could still have value as a person as long as his awkwardness was charming to a quirky chubby woman.

But all the jokes in the episode are still about how funny it is that he's socially unaware and makes other people uncomfortable or frightened. And worse, it recontextualizes the way he's used as a joke throughout the rest of the series, the way he's portrayed as stupid, as a man-child, as being abused and taken advantage of by his employer while he's oblivious to it. It's just so gross. And that's not even getting into how he's also fat and Hispanic, and he's not just mocked but *dehumanized* for comedy CONSTANTLY.

Plus that episode throws in one of the show's transphobic jokes for good measure. Isn't it so funny that you can't tell if this person in alternative fashion is a man or a woman? Isn't it funny that Soos is so autistic-- I mean socially inept-- that he openly, in public, to their face, speculates on their gender? Not like for trans people that's a nightmare scenario that carries an implicit threat of violence or anything...

And all this is absolutely not to suggest that Gravity Falls is a uniquely harmful piece of media. I know for certain if you pick any network sitcom at random, before or even since Gravity Falls, you'd find way worse examples of all of this. But it's just a bummer to now be a grown-ass fat, autistic, trans woman who can recognize some of this stuff, and realize that even the media that's most special to me thinks it's funny to be hostile to people like me, that it's not really made for me. And to recognize that it's even worse for people who are marginalized in ways that I'm not.

Anon I’m in love with you — it’s like you went down a checklist in my brain of every complaint i’ve ever had about this show. i completely, completely agree with every note here — the jokes about AAVE specifically stood out to me, especially since there’s been at least one occasion where Hirsch went on a twitter rant about how (xyz aave) is the worst, stupidest thing to ever happen to the English language (meanwhile he thinks combining the words “Bill” and “Dipper” is funny enough to include as a joke despite it being just literally putting two names together. wooow how clever and funny white people are, thank god this caucasian braingenius is protecting the sanctity of the english language from black people who make up bad new words)

also dude can’t go five seconds without putting a white person in a “cowboys and indians” style native american costume. Hirsch has a fucking major problem with the way he treats his hispanic characters & how he portrays native american mythology & culture as basically this funny stupid thing to be used as set dressing for white people.

it feels a lot like he watched The Simpsons’ (sometimes effective, sometimes ineffective) satire on racism, bigotry, and the conservative tendencies in archetypical american towns and understood that it was funny but didn’t get why and just limply recreated the jokes without the structure for it to be a satire. not that the Simpsons doesn’t fall into these same problems with racism & body shaming, but i feel like they at least have a veneer of it being “isn’t it stupid how people like Homer think like this?” rather than just “haha different culture talk funny”

and the problem is, it sucks that it’s like this because it’s so good. it feels like every time i recommend it i have to be like “a lot of the jokes have aged like milk but it’s worth it”. like i love Gravity Falls. which is why it’s important to criticise it for its flaws.

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“_____ happened to sae in spain” “sae and rin just need to communicate” all of these statements are ones that i agree with, but i think that there are way more to the itoshi brothers’ relationship than just the fight during the snow night and what happened to sae during spain, and now that people are theorizing that sae might be coming back, it seems like the perfect time to talk about my opinion on the itoshi family dynamic.

to start off with a quick disclaimer: i’ve always been a huge rin fan, and i’ve never been able to properly from a solid opinion on sae as my opinions on him are always changing. in short, sae reminds me of a celebrity that had never been media trained and therefore says whatever comes to their mind, which often makes them come off as dislikable. sae is a character that i think is funny because he is fictional, but would most likely hate in real life because of his attitude. despite this, i do think that sae is incredibly well written and that his character writing deserves to be talked about. okay, let’s start with the itoshi family yap.

to start off, i’d like to bring attention to the fact that every single itoshi sibling flashback we have seen in the series (as of 298) are all from rin’s pov. got that? okay. the itoshi brothers are known for their eyes, but never once in any of rin’s flashbacks have we seen his parents’ eyes. people often say that eyes are the gate to soul or truth, and yet rin can’t remember his parents’ eyes from his childhood. this isn’t hard cold proof that they’re necessarily abusive, but i just think that this proves that rin is likely very distant with his parents, or was scared of them in his childhood. this is backed up by the fact that rin always only asked sae for advice and never his parents.

not only that, but there are numerous red flags in the itoshi parents’ parenting skills. for starters, please tell me which parent thinks that it’s perfectly alright for their children of 5 and 7 years old to walk home alone at night with just enough money to only buy some ice cream. i understand that japan has a low crime rate, but that doesn’t meant that crime is nonexistent there.

additionally, why would responsible parents allow a thirteen year old (sae) to go to a whole other continent for his career? child celebrities are a tragic topic in itself, and just allowing sae to be exposed to much more paparazzi and toxicity in a country that isn’t as polite as japan (where sae already hates the media) seems like inefficient parenting to me. sae has been explicitly stated in the egoist bible to be academically lacking, so how does his parents expect that he’ll naturally be able to adapt to an entirely new continent when he doesn’t really know how to work in this one?

now let’s talk about how their parents treat rin. from flashbacks, we can see that rin grew up with no survival skills whatsoever and isn’t the most clever. this is just a personal assumption, and i am not diagnosing rin as i am not a professional psychologist or therapist, but i believe that rin has some sort of mental disorder. anyways, when rin’s parents discuss him, they seem to be nothing but stressed. im not blaming them for this; im not a parent, but if my child is constantly coming home with more injuries, id be stressed too. but they don’t talk to him about it, they don’t ask him about it. if you want to know what is going on in your child’s mind, then why don’t you, i dont know, ask them about it?

more about how they treat rin, during rin’s flashback of the snowy night when sae came back, rin is practicing in the middle of winter with scarcely anything to keep him warm. not only that, but it is extremely dark out. it is implied by his teammates that rin practices out in the dark alone often. rin is hard working and ambitious, we know that for a fact. but are his parents not concerned about rin’s health? are they not worried that he might get sick?

then when sae comes back, it is explicitly stated by rin that sae has lost weight, and it is shown that sae had dark circles underneath his eyes. if i were a parent and my underage child was in another continent by themself, i would be FaceTiming them as much as i can to check on them. based on from what we’ve already establish, i doubt sae’s parents had done that with him. but even if they did, how did they not see their child lost weight? how did they not see him have dark circles underneath his eyes? not only that, but people have to return every six months to their home country when they’re in another country. sae was in spain for 4 years, meaning that he had more than one visit back to japan. so how did his parents not notice?

and finally, my last piece of evidence that the itoshi parents are negligent and incompetent: how the fuck do they not realize their sons’ current relationship? first of all, when rin returns home from his fight with sae, he breaks all of sae’s trophies and pictures, and there are many cracks and loud noises. how do they not hear that? okay, maybe they weren’t home. i’ll give them a pass for that. but would they not see the broken pieces, or if rin had cleaned them up, would they not notice an entire shelf of trophies and pictures missing? do they really not go into their son’s room at all? sure, maybe it’s for privacy, but not going in there at all seems incompetent. who knows what he might be doing in there?

also, if every time you mention your older son’s name and your younger son is gritting his teeth and clenching his fist and is clearly upset, how are you just going to ignore that and not realize that you know, they might not be on good terms? because if their parents had noticed, then maybe they would have forced rin and sae to talk it out and at least try to make up.

so in conclusion, rin and sae’s relationship was definitely partially shattered by sae’s words, but more so by their parents. i know that there are a lot of people who beg rin and sae to communicate, but i don’t think that it will be that easy. miscommunication is something that they learned from their parents, as their parents were clearly incompetent in their childhoods, so i doubt that sae and rin will actively communicate with one another unless there is a third party (cough cough isagi) involved that might force them into talking to each other properly about the situation.

also side note: this entire “miscommunication comes from your parents” and the whole incompetence theme throughout this yap session also might be the reason for sae’s lack of knowledge of rin’s anger at him, as it was confirmed by kaneshiro that sae isn’t aware of rin’s one sided beef against him.