#this is actually based on a real interaction

[kuncitizen]

Thinking about Nerd!Gojo sitting behind his geeky little science project like a kicked puppy in a hoodie two sizes too big, shoulders slumped as he watches person after person walk right past his stall without so much as a glance.

His glasses are slightly crooked, one leg bouncing nervously beneath the table, right hand fidgeting with a clicky pen that’s already half-snapped.

You definitely didn’t come here for this.

The science fair was mostly a glorified excuse to leave your dorm before your roommate subjected you to another hour of screaming about her situationship and eating spicy ramen on your bed.

But now you’re looking at this tall, awkward boy who looks like he’s slowly evaporating from the lack of social interaction.

His display is brilliant. There are twinkling little lights in a model solar system, and a bunch of laminated diagrams with handwritten notes in tight, slanted print. But people just stroll by like they’re allergic to effort.

And honestly, you weren’t planning to care. Not until his eyes snap up to yours.

A shade of gorgeous, bright, glassy blue. They widen behind silver-rimmed glasses, a blink of disbelief before a hopeful sort of brightness takes over his whole face.

You slow down. Because who wouldn't after seeing that look on his face?

"Hi," you say casually, hands in your pockets.

His mouth falls open for a second, like his brain blue-screened.

“Hi! Oh—uh—welcome to my project,” he blurts, scrambling upright so fast he nearly knocks over one of the solar system models. “Sorry. Sorry. Just—hi. Are you into Astrophysics?”

You glance at the fancy title printed in bold across his poster:

Gravitational Time Dilation: A Simulation-Based Study.

“I mean, i like the stars. And Interstellar was cool?”

He laughs. It's a breathy, half-disbelieving kind of chuckle, and suddenly his whole face lights up.

“That totally counts,” he says, nodding way too seriously. “Okay, uh, here—this part represents the gravitational curvature caused by massive objects. Which means time actually bends near a black hole.”

He fumbles around and presses a button. A tiny motor kicks in and one of the models starts to slowly spin, simulating gravitational lensing.

You nod, even though you’re pretty sure you understood maybe two of the five words he said. “I thought that the whole time bending thing was a metaphor or something.”

“Nooo, it’s absolutely real! I mean, not the fifth-dimension bookshelf stuff, but the time dilation is legit,” he says, practically vibrating now, fingers tapping the side of the model. “Like if you parked a spaceship near a black hole and then came back, your friends would be, like, old. Or dead. Probably dead. It’s kinda depressing, actually.”

You bite back a smile at how excited he is. “Wow. That’s… morbidly romantic.”

He pauses.

Then clears his throat, pushing his glasses up. “I mean, dying alone in space is kinda poetic.”

You laugh.

He laughs too, a little too hard, and then suddenly looks panicked like—shit, was that weird?

But you’re not weirded out, not even close.

“Sure. Although full disclosure, I don’t know batshit about space.”

“That’s okay,” he says quickly, smiling as if that’s the best news he’s heard all day. “I can explain. I love explaining. Ask me anything.”

So you ask more questions, even the dumb ones. Especially the dumb ones. And to your surprise, he never talks down to you.

Satoru stumbles over his words sometimes, but not once seems to mind your follow-up questions, even when you mix up neutron stars and nimbus clouds. He just keeps going, like he’s been waiting his whole life for someone to stand here and just listen.

You aren’t even trying to flirt, but he’s so damn earnest it sort of feels like flirting anyway.

Eventually, you glance at the time and sigh. “I should get going. My dormmate’s probably wondering if I got abducted by aliens.”

He deflates instantly, like someone popped his internal helium tank. “Oh… that makes sense. Thanks for stopping by.”

You’re just about to step away, offering him a small smile and a soft “This was fun,” when his eyes flick downward.

“Wait— is that the Chang textbook?” he asks, squinting like he’s not trying to memorize every title on your book cover.

You pause and glance down at the heavy thing tucked under your arm. “Yeah, it’s for Chem 203.”

He perks up instantly, like a plant finally getting sunlight. “You’re in Chem 203?”

“I mostly sit at the back and doodle in the margins,” you say, shifting the book in your arms. “And my grades are hanging on by a single valence electron.”

He laughs. “I’m in that class too! I usually sit near the front—uh, big glasses, white hair, probably looked like I was possessed or something.”

You tilt your head, the realisation hitting you finally. “Wait. That’s you? I thought you were just some intense TA.”

“No, unfortunately. Just me.”

He scratches the back of his neck, sheepish now, eyes flicking to the floor for a beat before he tries to play it cool. “I mean, I guess if you need some help with chem—I’d be happy to assist. We could go over some things together, if you’re okay with... that.”

You pretend to consider it. “Hmm. Do you charge by the hour, or is this a discount situation?”

He blinks. “I mean, I can give you, like, the friend rate? If we’re friends? Or not. I didn’t mean to assume—”

“Relax, Einstein.” You laugh, shifting your grip on the book. “I’d love the help.”

You start rummaging through your pockets, half-distracted.

“Hang on���need something to write with. Gimme your number.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence.

“...My number?” he echoes, like you just asked him for a kidney.

“Yes, your number.” you say slowly, enunciating each syllable. “You know, the ten digits? For modern communication.”

“Right! Totally. I can—uh—yeah, I can give you that. Lemme just—” he pats himself down like a man on fire, checking every pocket, flipping his notebook, looking under the table like maybe a post-it note will crawl out and offer itself up.

“It’s fine,” you chuckle, amused by the sight. “You can just write it on my hand.”

He freezes mid-motion, slowly turning to you like you just offered him your soul.

“Your hand?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Unless that’s too weird for you. I guess you don’t want me to have it—”

“No! No, no, I do! I mean—I can do that.” he stammers, already reaching for his sharpie again.

You smile and extend your hand for him, palm open.

He swallows hard, before reaching out.

Gojo's fingers wrap gently around your wrist, warm and a little shaky, as he steadies your hand in his. His thumb grazes across your skin as he lines the pen up, then exhales softly like he’s trying not to freak out over the fact that he is touching a girl and she is not recoiling. In fact, you’re smiling.

“There,” he says quietly, fingers unwrapping from your wrist slowly.

You glance at it, then back at him. “What if it washes off?”

His eyes widen. “Wait—should I—? Do you want me to—?”

You shrug, smiling. “Guess you’ll have to pick a permanent marker next time.”

His laugh is boyish, ridiculously fond. “I guess so.”

You step back, tucking your arm against your chest. “Thanks, space boy. I'll text you later.”

You start to walk away, but something makes you turn to glance back once. He’s still watching you, dazed, the heat still clinging to his cheeks, ears tinged slightly red.

You shoot him a wink.

He nearly falls off the stool.

A/N: Comment 'Nerdjo 👅' if you'd like to see a full-length oneshot for this. Also, apologies if I went too geeky on the physics, have to use my degree somewhere.

Credit for the beautiful divider: @kodaswrld

[temis-de-leon]

Shy gn!reader who has never dated anyone before the Demon Brothers

Characters: Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus and Beelzebub (x reader, separately)

Main Masterlist

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Dateables version

Requested by: Romance Anon

A/N: I know I said requests will be posted from July on, but I literally remembered this one two days ago and I think it got requested last year, so...

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Mammon

Since the very first moment he saw you, there has been no one else in his mind, including those he’s already dated or fooled around with. Why would he look at anyone else when you’re right beside him? Why would he think about previous heartbreaks when you make him feel so light-hearted?

Okay, sure, he’s most of a ‘casual, noncommittal fling’ type of guy, and perhaps calling his failed relationships ‘heartbreaks’ is an exaggeration, but some of them did hurt at the time, you know?

There weren’t many souls that loved him despite his gambling addiction and his kleptomaniac tendencies, and, while he understood why they eventually broke things up with him, it always left a sour taste in his mouth.

So, not only you are the first one to insist on seeing the best he can be, but he also seems to be unable to succumb to the temptations of greed when you’re around.

He doesn’t yearn for more because you’re already more than enough, and for the very same reason, he doesn’t think about what he used to have and lost.

Surprisingly, Mammon isn’t especially insecure about your relationship history, even when he doesn’t know nothing about it. After all, if you don’t reminiscence or wonder about anyone, then why should he be worried?

Competing with his own brothers and that nasty human sorcerer for your attention is enough of a headache.

There isn’t any particular reason that pushes you to tell him about your lack of experience other than you wanting him to know you better.

He’s playing a new game (more like constantly dying) while you’re sitting right next to him eating some takeout food, and the words blurt out of your mouth before you can even register them, like is just another fun fact about your favourite animal.

At first, Mammon frowns when he hears you, because how could anyone not have shown interest in you before, and then smiles with the usual superiority he carries like a shield.

“Well, who cares who you did or didn’t date? You’re with the Great Mammon now, right? And there’s no one better!”

He sounds arrogant and cocky when he says it, but there’s a hint of truth in his words.

Now that you’re with him, does anything else really matter?

Plus, there’s something sweet in knowing that he is your first in every sense of the word.

Leviathan

Telling him about your lack of previous partners is actually an act of mercy towards his sense of self-worth and the insecurities born out of your feelings for him and the relationship you’ve created together.

It is obvious, even to an outsider, that Levi isn’t used to real life romance and fully believes is not made for it either.

He states himself as a shut-in who finds comfort and sensibility in 2D animation and carefully programmed intelligence and social interaction. The media he consumes is based on the buyer’s preferences, so his views on the world beyond his bedroom door are drastically black and white. That is, although he appreciates the morals of friendship and heroism, he’s quick to categorize strangers based on pure actions; like contemptuously calling you a normie when he met you even though he really didn’t know you at all.

Of course, there is a need of escapism in what he does.

He doesn’t feel like enough compared to most of his brothers or others around him (he still can’t believe he shares interests with Diavolo, who willingly wants to spend time with him), so he traps himself in his comfort zone, dresses up and role-plays, and creates passwords to keep those who don’t respect his passions away.

Taking that into consideration, Levi still doesn’t completely understand how he managed to end up with someone so admirable as you.

Your relationship isn’t based on romance or lust, so, despite being in love with you, your friendship is what he values the most. You are kind to him, patient and attentive, and you never make fun of what he likes even if it isn’t a particular interest of yours. He looks up to your bravery, and how you’re willing to try new things.

He really, really can’t comprehend why you chose to be with him, so the moment you share the fact that he’s your first partner, you rock his entire world.

You mean to tell him that you could’ve had anyone in the three realms, yet he’s the one that ended up dating you? Is that it??

His eyes start to sparkle and he smiles like the world finally makes sense to him.

He finally believes he deserves good things.

Satan

Before he met you, Satan didn’t really understand how far love could go; how limitless it could become if paired with the right person. He acted, more than you could ever imagine, as an obvious “matter of fact” type of guy: what it was, was, and it always had a reason to be.

Still, his intellect and charisma made him easy to like and love, and he had connections with all sorts of people, so he got to have a partner every now and then. Normally, they were established, formal relationships, but he didn’t reject casual ones if the occasion took place.

Most of the reasons for his breakups were normal: lost feelings, different directions, disagreements…; but there were others that… honestly? Took him by surprise.

And not in the good way.

The reason some of his ex-partners used to leave him that infuriated him the most was that he didn’t love them enough, or at all; and no matter how much he insisted on his feelings for them, they didn’t believe him.

The root of their conclusions?

Satan loved cats more than he loved them.

He cooed at them, made entire photoshoots, and spent copious amounts of money for the sake of feeding and playing; his cheeks reddened in uncontained excitement whenever he saw even the smallest hints of pointy ears and a long, sinuous tail; and whoever looked at his eyes each time a cat was involved could swear that he had stars in his pupils.

But could anyone blame him?

They were cats.

Besides, the love he felt for his feline companions was not comparable to what he felt for his partners, and, if they felt threatened by it, then perhaps it was never meant to be.

Once you started dating, though, Satan couldn’t help but wonder if you went through the same struggles in your own relationships as he did in his. Being accused of not giving enough while actively trying to do what you thought was best.

Even worse, would you end up having the same insecurities?

He figures the best course of action is sharing his worries, instead of letting them build up to something that could damage what you have, and it is then when he learns that he is your first partner ever.

He’s surprised, obviously, but also glad and excited. Of course, unlike his idiotic brother, Satan doesn’t find comfort in being “your first”, but now you have the possibility of exploring your relationship together.

You make him feel hope about all the love he can give you.

Asmodeus

Although perhaps not the best at relationships, he’s certainly the most experienced. Thankfully, you knew what you were getting into when you starting dating him.

His powers are born from lust, a feeling he represents with his whole being, so his behaviour nurtures from it as well and he nourishes in its abundance. The search for pleasure is, for him, as natural as breathing air or drinking water, and the result is involving himself with all types of people.

From angels to demons, including humans (and perhaps some more), Asmo has flirted and spent more than time with anyone who has shown an active interest in him and revered him as the precious jewel he is. He is a beautiful demon who deserves to be looked at and finds satisfaction in being perceived as extraordinary.

However, don’t think everything he values in a relationship is physical.

While, yes, sex plays a big part in his life, that’s not what pleasure is all about.

There’s a deep satisfaction that comes from sharing your time and thoughts with a special someone; the feeling of complicity of vulnerability that only few people can provide.

Contrary to popular belief, Asmo has been in love before. Either monogamous or polygamous, relationships aren’t unknown to him, and he has enjoyed every single one of them.

Sadly, though, for one reason or another, all of those met a mournful end.

If he had to bet on a reason, he would blame it all on his ex-partners’ insecurities.

There are downsides to being superior to all around him, after all.

And then he meets you.

Being immune to his charming powers was what made him truly notice your presence as worthy to be appreciated, and not just as a body to be cut open and ravaged, but it was the way you loved him what truly cemented the emotional pleasure he felt around you.

You don’t need to tell him about the lack of previous partners because he already knew from the beginning.

He could see that your shyness wasn’t just an adorable trait that defined you, but also a result of ignorance and inexperience.

Honestly? He thinks is incredibly cute, but nothing to be ashamed of. And why aren’t you more excited? You got the best teacher possible!

Beelzebub

Most students at RAD think he’s simply uninterested in relationships because he’s never been known to have one. Sure, various students have gloated about sharing a bed with him every now and then, but who is going to ask him to make sure those stories are true? Or any of his brothers, for that matter?

Out of all Avatars, he’s probably one of the most unapproachables and one of the easiest to fall victim to.

His sheer size and his monotone voice are enough to put people in their place, but what actually discourages others to talk to him is the moment they hear his empty stomach or see his drooling mouth. His gaze seems lost and hazy, and, the more they look at him, the less safe they feel.

Of course, those are extreme situations, and none have happened in a long time, but some things are difficult to forget.

Although Beel has had sporadic relationships, none of them have been serious or sentimental enough to be taken seriously or remembered fondly. Instead, his focus has been set on his family, his (literal) personal growth through eating and exercising, and, lately, you.

It wasn’t until you came into the picture that others outside of the family and their group of close friends finally saw him in love, blushing out of nowhere and smiling like life made sense whenever you entered the room. His bottomless stomach grew quieter.

He never gave any particular thought to the possible ex-partners you could’ve had.

You are with him, now, aren’t you? He’ll treat you right and he’ll love you more than anyone has ever done before. That’s what’s most important.

He only learns about being your first boyfriend when you’re both walking home after fangol practice, holding hands. For some reason he can’t truly understand, maybe pure curiosity, he asks you if any of your previous partners was an athlete like him, and that’s when you tell him.

Beel raises his eyebrows for just a second before shrugging, and that’s the only response he gives.

It really doesn’t matter to him, besides being a reminder that he has to make things a tad bit better just for you.

He doesn’t plan on being the current boyfriend that set the standards too high, but still; you deserve the very best.

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Taglist: @ilovecandys2010 @ollieoven @kingofspadesdelusion @whimsybloom @mia4gotcookiez @tinyweebsstuff

[punkedsolar]

Here is a video of my singing lyrebird!

The culmination of six or so weeks of crazy amounts of work. In my city, we have a yearly lantern parade on the Winter Solstice to light the night up. Everyone makes lanterns and we close the whole centre of the area to walk the street.

Lantern Making Process

Lantern making starts with a series of sketches. These are usually made life size so I know roughly how much space I will be taking up. I have to carry the lantern to the centre of town, so if it's too big to get through the narrow bush tracks where I live, I'll have trouble.

Once the size is known, I can pin out the rattan shapes. I boil the rattan first, and then I bend it into shape. If I can, I tape it in place, but wet rattan won't tape. So I bend it and dry it in shape, then I tape it. This process can take days and days.

The rattan shape is held in place by PVA glue and rice paper. I mix the glue 50/50 with water, apply rice paper, and then wait for it to dry in place. Once there is a single dry layer I can then add more. 2-3 layers of glued paper gradually form a lacquered layer that can support weight.

After this it's the time to start adding supports and areas where lights can be held. This time around I've got some USB controlled soundbars, and they have to be attached.

For small, simple lights, stick on Velcro dots work well.

For heavier, more detailed ones, I bind them into the lantern under more rice paper and glue. I need the solidity of the lacquered paper to avoid them ripping through.

For a few areas this year, I designed and printed elements on my partner's Bambu Lab printer. The beak is actually a 3D scan of a real lyrebird beak that was in a museum. The feet I designed myself.

At every point where I do something that could damage the wiring, I perform another wiring test. The hot glue could possibly melt the wiring - it definitely removed my fingerprints.

The bird, once finished, gets decoration as well - lots of printed feathers that I have to individually glue in place. The wings are velcro attached and also a mixture of rice paper and normal paper.

The head has a bike brake cable inside which goes down to a rod that holds it up. When I squeeze the brake, the mouth opens and closes.

The claws that wrap over a thick vest covered in hot glued plants - the entire bird stands on it's own feet, wired to the base.

The vest was then covered in decoration to make it look like the bird is standing on a forest floor.

After this process, I put a Bluetooth speaker into the lantern's body and used my phone to control both the lights and the music. With the jaw able to open and close, the bird could actually sing.

And all of this resulted in a lantern that just stood on my shoulders in the parade and could animatedly interact with others.

And here she is!

Curious about other lanterns and the rest of the parade? Here are some of the other magnificent creations! Thanks to our wonderful parade photographers.

[ooliecat]

the raz vodello AU sucks because it's mostly used to fulfill the SashaMilla parent fantasy and also bash the aquatos in the same swing.

i've been thinking about this since yesterday and how i just loathe this AU based on the core premise it stands on.

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raz in this universe becomes a mcguffin(wrong word) raz becomes/or would realistically become a completely different character so then whats the point of it being raz. huh. huh?

raz's whole character is his hero personality and his determination to become a psychonaut. his precocious, smart alec, but nice nature. if he just starts his life in the psychonauts then whats his goal here? to be a psychonaut? borrring. he just becomes a nepo baby who follows the steps of his.. mother..

speaking of her.. MILLA. the stories don't even utilize her, the """"MOTHER""" in any interesting way. the character whos surname is in the title of The Thing.

(ok i'll be real right now i've never sat down and read a single story containing this Au i've just read the tvtropes page. once. which..like. why does it exist. and i could be completely wrong and its somehow the most well written character exploration study ever but.. come on. look me in the eyes and tell me you believe that. ha. ha. ha.)

the premise just uses her stance on children in most shallow way possible. like. whatever.

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Another thing. I dont like how in some variations of the story, Sasha just becomes the 'father.' like. how. Sasha and Milla aren't even together in CANON. How does adding a child make them get closer. In fact.. i think the chances of them getting together would actually be Lower because of Milla having a kid. like like like

hyperbolic joke..lol. i think sasha would be more like "he appreciates milla and would like to get closer but she's busy and i dont think its the best time."

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could the premise even be interesting? idk.. not without sacrificing something. are the aquatos In or Out? is the story about the relationship between raz and milla or raz and his real family? are you trying to go for Disney's tangled or something. is he already ten in this story. how did the scenario even happen. was he kidnapped or abandoned. was be a baby or some other age. are the aquatos unrealistically dicks, dead or unaware. if he found the circus then would he want to join? either answer doesn't matter. how about while we're at it, Sashas mother never died and that orphanage never burned down.

I think the premise is flawed from the start. but.. haha.. but, I will say this. I think it's kind of interesting to see a younger raz and milla interact. her and her experience and.. idk u get it or u dont. it's kind of cute and interesting. but thats the end of story.

another problem with younger versions of raz is that you run into the problem that he's 10yrs old (that's actually crazy does anybody realize how insane that is) and a year ago he was 9 and then 8 and 7 and 6 and 5 and 4 and 3 and oh you're not fully there in the hair. are you even a character anymore. are you even the Same character anymore.

also if you make the story about milla then why does it even have to be raz? cause he’s the mc? eyeroll. i mean.. lili's right there. cough.

if its about rebonding with the aquatos then is it a story about real family vs family that took care of you? maybe u can explore that but i dont care. in the end it could demonize his real parents or milla really easily. again, not the point i want to elaborate on.

how about you pick Peak instead. Make oleander the parent

he is able to be nice to kids.

he has his whole world domination plan(adopting a kid would just mean another soldier)

his plan to train/brainwash raz and then getting attached or whatever

you can have raz fight against his ‘parent.'

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im done but do you ever so engrossed in a piece of media that when you look back at the source material you wonder How Did We Get Here.

[cremeful]

Why do you write dandelion reader in such a babyish way it's like a fetish they talk to her and treat her like she's five it's kinda weird

well anon to put it plainly not everyone is raised in a perfect household. personally speaking i want to base my !readers on real life experiences / situations.

i don’t believe fetish is the correct term to use when discussing dandelion!reader because in order for something to be a fetish you have to be actively seeking out / a constant sexual interest which is NOT the case whatsoever when it comes to stack in this head canon.

stack is a provider and a man with deep love for those around him and i find it hard to believe that he would ever go after dandelion!reader for the way she talks / thinks and etc.

you may see her as being babied but mental and emotional abuse from a parent for years will alter your behavior. some mental and emotional abuse will make you mature faster than one needs… which insert stack, he provides as safety net for her to not act like an adult 24/7 but rather than how she feels in the moment bc she was always on fight or flight mode when growing up!

( i hope this made sense!! )

edit: i also state my !readers ages or the general age range for said readers in my work. all my !readers are of age when paired with dadbf!smoke / stack. dandelion!reader is 23. eventually i will give her an actual name , background and etc. but i want to make something abundantly clear. MY READER! ARENT FOR EVERYONE. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE IT DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY ACCOUNT.

[twicedone]

SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE TLT SERIES (SO FAR) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!

Okay so, I saw a post on about TLT a while ago and despite my best attempts I cannot find it again. Essentially, it went; "Does Gideon finally have what she wanted, are women throwing themselves at her in the Cohort, does she even care?" It got me thinking like... how would Gideon even handle that in her current state? She's the CHILD OF GOD, she was right, her Father is the most important person in the world and he's finally claimed her. Is it all she ever wanted? Does any of it mean anything to her, without Harrow? We get a tiny glimpse into how its been affecting her through Nona's eyes in the last bits of Nona the Ninth (ie, saddest girl in the world and her lies about Harrow.) so obviously she hasn't been having the greatest time... but that's coming from Nona, who's able to notice the tiniest details in body language and speech. How well as Gideon been hiding her despair from everyone? Does Ianthe know how deeply Gideon fell for Harrowhark (she probably does.) How have her "father" (John was hardly even a sperm donor, he doesn't deserve the title tbh.) and Ianthe been twisting Gideon this whole time? How well do Gideon's lies work on herself? There's so many fucking questions!!!! Anyways. When I think about "THE BIG HERO KIRIONA" (and all her titles that I don't remember atm) there's two scenarios that play out in my head. There's the Kiriona that tries to bury her pain in hedonism, taking full advantage of her position as THE EMPEROR UNDYING'S DAUGHTER to indulge in everything she ever wanted. The second is more plausible (both based on my reading of Gideon's character, and of how Tamsyn has treated sex and intimacy so far.) Kiriona throws herself into the work the Emperor gives her, she fights like a woman possessed for the Cohort, and seeing as she's essentially invincible - takes suicidal risks. I think any sign of intimacy would enrage her, both of the women whom showed her ANY kindness (those women being Cythera and Harrowhark) both "betrayed her" (although only Cythera actually did, but Gideon sees Harrowhark's lunatic act of love for her as a refusal of her entirety.) and would push away anyone whom tried to truly engage with her. We see that Gideon and Ianthe are somehow "friendly", but she also lies and lies and lies to Ianthe the entire time they interact in Nona!!! How much of that friendship is REAL?! I think both Gideon and Harrowhark have an up-mountain battle to fight if they want to truly be together (and FUCK you, they do.) But I think that they'll do it, I think they'll suffer all the agonies of their love to be able to stand side-by-side with one another again. I don't think they'll be making out with each other by the end of Alecto the Ninth, but I think that with Tamsyn's words on the subject at hand (that there WILL be hope.) that we'll be leaving them to work at it until they can. tl;dr GRIDDLEHARK BABY, WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! sorry if this was scatterbrained, I just wanted to sit down and write out my thoughts. <3 ty for reading!!!

[batwynn]

My comic is so serious.

[spottedloaf]

happy pride month take the gayest guy ever

[tacagen]

one of the things that fascinate me about thawne: yes, he CAN be normal with kids! surprisingly normal!

((not at all times, though. his mental illness still spills through and as usual he, in trying to manipulate or hurt others, spits out at them the exact stuff that would hurt him (or have in his childhood/barry's rejection interpretation) the most in the first place lmao))

but at the same time. his like second instinct when doing his bullshit is FUCK THEM (as) KIDS

(and, well. whatever this classifies as)

[polutrope]

I think it's GREAT that so many people are realising they don't want children.

AND please remember there are still plenty of people who do, and that it's actually hard to have children for (I think it's fair to say) almost everyone, for many reasons. Biological -- at any age btw, but aging doesn't help; social -- you do actually need two people for it, even if they never meet; financial (not least if your only options look like the 'parents who never meet' route just mentioned); psychological; emotional; etc, etc.

I'm frustrated with this sense that, like, not wanting children is this widely relatable feeling with a faint (or not so faint) air of superiority about it. Which I realise is in part a pendulum swing from thousands of years of history where the complete opposite was true. But I happen to be alive at this stage of the pendulum swing and this attitude is not relatable to me, it is not to a lot of people, and wanting to have children is as valid a desire as not wanting to. It is not insane, or stupid, or selfish, or any of those things. It's so incredibly rational and reasonable to want to reproduce!! And it sucks to be surrounded by a culture where it doesn't feel safe to even admit to wanting children never mind talk about the struggles of not being able to.

[meowsticmarvels]

the concept of delta engineering the decision game so he and phi can be born is kinda funny he's like ok so i have to worsen my parents' existing ptsd so me and my Stupid ass sister I Guess will be born witj magic powers and shes also gonna have worsened ptsd as a result. this is a Necessary evil Life is Simply Unfair :/

[charleemoon]

getting a little maybe irritated at how often i see autistic will being refuted because he "made himself out to be that way to avoid attention" ... ??? that's autistic. going out of his way to make yourself appear weird and unsociable so you can avoid socializing is. extremely autistic. lying and exaggerating about yourself out of fear of people getting too close and realizing youre a bad person is extremely autistic. the show honestly backpedals on will's empathy half the time, acting like it is only applicable when it comes to his job, but frequently showing that it isn't. in the first episode, hannibal literally notices his face getting red because they're near two people who are arguing. he's not exaggerating or faking his nightmares, his inability to deattach himself from others. yeah, he's got a complicated psychological profile that autism doesn't entirely cover or explain. that doesn't mean he's not still autistic. his person suit, the person he presents himself as to others, the choice to do that autistic masking. even if part of his masking is hiding behind being autistic in hopes it will make him less favorable to others and not further inspected, that is autistic masking. i think it is so insanely annoying that just because a character wasn't written with the intent in mind doesnt mean you cant accidentally write a valid representation of something anyways. fuller didn't intend on hannigram becoming as romantic as it did, but understood that it came along with the subtext anyways. acting like hes completely above fitting criteria of mental illness because he's "fictional" and has a "fictional" disorder that HIGHLY exemplifies autism is. incredibly stupid. and boring

[mellowluka]

“I’m using chat GPT to do this thing for us!”

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Honorable mentions of reactions under the cut:

[sendmyresignation]

every time someone mentions the way music-related algorithms work in the best interests of major labels pushing their artists for their own gain and therefore are often embedded with bias and cut off new avenues of discovery everyone comes out of the woodwork to mention "well, anecdotally to my specific circumstance, I've discovered (5) new artists with sub-one thousand regular listeners completely detached from any information or scene or cohesive idea of taste on my weekly currated playlists so therefore algorithms actually work amazing" like what are you talking about. can we be serious please.

[fruit-snacker]

Charmy: *enters a room talking nonsense to himself*

Espio: what language are you speaking?

Charmy: British *leaves the room*

espio and vector: *die laughing*

[alligaytorswamp]

there is no anyone would see that on their own so i need to make it everyone's problem... i made a lil section on th for my idol company with cross-group units very fun very important (to me) ^_^