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nanamineedstherapy · 2 hours ago

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So you can insult Satosugu and get fiery when someone insults your ship... So you can force that ship on Satosugu shippers and when they defend themselves you get assy?

Grow up. Not everyone will like your ship and no one has to. Don't force it on others.

Omg my first Hate Ask!!!

I wanna thank my mom for giving birth to me.

ohhh my godddd anon. babe.

You sent this like I shot your goldfish. Deep breaths. You are so mad over a post where I literally said "satosugu makes sense in its own way." That’s what you clocked in to rage about? like I personally pushed Suguru off that cliff?

Anon, you’re really out here speed-running a self-own. Came into my inbox like you’re cosplaying "concerned citizen of Tumblr" but wrote the digital equivalent of yelling at a cloud.

Let’s clarify a few things before you trip over your own shoelaces again:

No one insulted SatoSugu. I was asked why Nanago makes more sense to me, and I answered with nuance, lore, death, and quiet adult yearning. If you interpret every mention of another ship as a personal attack on yours, then that’s between you and your reading comprehension skills. Maybe don’t go feral at a post where I call Geto a good girl dad and cry over his karma—and if that read as an attack, then you might be confusing literary analysis with slander. Maybe unpack that before coming for me?

"Forcing ships"? Babe, I’m not strapping you to a chair and making you read Nanago fic Clockwork Orange style. I posted in my blog, under my tag, with my headcanons. If you found it, read the whole damn essay, got this pressed, and still hit send on this ask? That’s not being "forced"—that’s being chronically online. And baby, if I’m forcing a ship on you… why are you here? This is not a hostage situation. You could've clicked “block” and moved on. But instead, you took time out of your day to anonymously bark into my inbox like I summoned your worst fear: a woman with an opinion. Now take your lil Yelp review and go cry in a Google Doc like the rest of us. This is a Nanago zone. That means slow burn. That means tired men in button-ups grieving over vending machines. That means you are free to leave.

“You get fiery when someone insults your ship”— First of all, please point to the insult. My notes are full of love from people vibing, crying, adding headcanons, and clowning Gojo like it’s group therapy. Not a single hate tag. Not one negative comment. Second, who’s “getting fiery”? You’re the one flailing into my inbox like I murdered your childhood imaginary friend. I’m chilling. I'm literally lying on the floor, eating chips, and crying over men who would never emotionally process anything unless it strangled them first. So unless you confused me with someone else, this beef is imaginary. You are shadowboxing. You’re doing parkour over your own projections. You’re the only one throwing a tantrum. You’re in the middle of a funeral screaming about how the flowers aren't your favorite color. I write about dead men with soft hands and fractured dreams. You came into that vibe with your 2011 DeviantArt energy. Are you lost?

You wanna talk ships? Let’s talk ships. SatoSugu is that beautiful, ruined, once-in-a-lifetime love that ended before it began. It's poetic, it's tragic, and it's canonically a corpse. Nanago? That’s the quiet tragedy of almost. Of what could’ve actually existed—if only there had been enough time. That’s why it wrecks people. That’s why I talk about it. You want a turf war over two broken men and their even more broken boyfriend potential? Pick a better battlefield. I’m in the middle of grieving two salarymen who will never share a futon and an eye mask. Respect the dead.

“Grow up.” Okay. Since you made it personal—let’s talk. I’m in my later 20s. I've spent my twenties building actual shit—ran operations for post-production companies, nationally and internationally. Became a CEO at 21 without a man opening doors for me, or my mother’s money cushioning my fall. I’ve got three degrees and a spine that didn’t come from fanon. I paid rent and filed taxes while half the fandom was still in their skater boy Gojo era. I’ve seen entire studios fall apart in silence because no one knew how to say “I need help.” So don’t tell me to “grow up” because I said a ship about two emotionally burnt-out men made sense. Some of us did grow up. And we still cry over the fact that Nanami died walking toward Gojo.

And lastly, since you came in anonymous, let's talk about that. Hiding behind anon to swing at someone unprovoked? That’s middle school behavior. Pull up with your name on. I won’t block—I’ll bake cookies. I love people who disagree. Just make it readable, not rabid.

So go ahead and stan SatoSugu. I do too. I’ve read the fanfics, cried over the break-up, mourned the baby names. But don’t bring your flimsy little pitchfork to my field and call it a crusade. Especially not when your whole argument is “stop liking things I don’t like.”

Let’s be real: You’re not mad I like Nanago. You’re mad I said something true about your ship—and it made you feel something ugly you didn’t want to sit with. And instead of processing that like a functional adult, you decided to go Anonymous Mode and bark into the void.

So here’s what we’re going to do: You’re gonna log out. You’re gonna touch some grass or maybe even cry into a Gojo plushie (I recommend the one with the blindfold; he won’t judge you). And I’m gonna keep writing essays that make people sob quietly at 3 a.m. and then reblog with tags like "this ruined my year."

Because that’s what I do. I write grief.

And guess what? I like my ships with a side of existential despair and unpaid therapy bills. I like them with bone-deep loneliness and mutual understanding you only get after everything else breaks.

If that offends you… You're not ready for adult shipping. Try the kid’s menu. I hear the angst is mild and the trauma comes with sprinkles.

TL;DR: You’re not mad I hate your ship—you’re mad I understand mine.

Next time, log in.

Or better yet, bring snacks. Some of us are grieving canon in peace.

Here's the post if anyone want's to fact check. I never get heated on tumblr but oh my god the straight up not even reading then straight up lying pissed me off, apologies to the rest for the long ass rant.

My high school Civic Techer was right, Common sense isn't super common and apparently so is some people's critical reasoning skills bc they have to put themselves in every fucking story they read and not once have empathy to see the character for it self.

THANK YOU FOR TAKING MY HATE COMMENT VIRGINITY ANON. HOPE IT HAUNTS YOU FOREVER.

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ct7567329 · 3 days ago

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When Dreams Slip (Part 2) ~ Fixer x F! Jedi Reader

Read Part One Here! Summary: Delta Squad has returned from their mission! Scorch, Sev and Boss will NOT let Fixer forget about their 'unofficial' second mission. Delta Squad Week Day 6 - Afternoon & Where's My Caf (alt) Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, hints at sexual themes A/N: so @bunny7567 requested a Part 2 for When Dreams Slip, so I had this idea to make it apart of Delta Squad Week with the "Afternoon" AND "Where's My Caf" prompt! I'm super excited about posting this one! you know the drill! tagging @deltasquadweek and @orangez3st join my taglist / masterlist

The mission was over and the Delta Squad was finally back on Coruscant.

The airspace around the hangar was buzzing with all sorts of traffic; cargo ships, passenger vessels, civilian speeders and everything in between. The morning sun hung low behind the fractured skyline, casting elongated shadows over the gunship that just dropped off the Delta Squad. You stood a few meters away, deep in conversation with a 212th commander.

While Boss, Scorch and Sev were eager to take their gear off as soon as the door hissed open, Fixer kept his helmet on longer than necessary.

You smiled at each of them as they took their helmets off. It wasn't one of those general, all-purpose Jedi smiles, or the one you used when thanking medical teams or debriefing with generals. It was a smaller, more personal one that you felt they deserved after their long mission.

Fixer pulled his helmet off slowly, cradling it in the crook of his arm while the Squad regrouped near the ship. Scorch was muttering about “explosives that barely qualified as fireworks,” and Sev was cleaning his vibroblade with methodical precision.

Boss began running through the mission summary out loud, “Enemy was entrenched deeper than expected. Jedi’s force positioning bought us time to flank. Minimal casualties. Objective secured. One hostile asset extracted.”

Fixer only half-listened. His eyes flicked toward you.

You were still deep in conversation with the 212th commander. Cody, he thought it was. Fixer's nose scrunched when you began to laugh. He couldn't help but wonder what you two were discussing, or what Cody said to get such a reaction from you. His grip tightened on his helmet. He felt stupid for feeling jealous.

"You gonna ask her?" Scorch asked behind him, casual as ever.

Fixer dropped his helmet.

Sev snorted, “He’s not.”

Fixer turned to glare at them, “There’s nothing to ask.”

“You dreamed about her for months and this is how it ends?” Scorch exclaimed dramatically, running his hands through his hair, “We had her on comms for the whole mission and you barely said a full sentence to her.”

“I spoke to her,” Fixer defended, picking his helmet of the ground.

Sev didn’t even look up from his blade, “You said ‘received’ and then ‘yes sir’. How romance."

Fixer’s face burned, “She’s a Jedi you di'kuit.”

Scorch squinted, “And?”

“And it wouldn’t be right,” Fixer shrugged, glancing over at you again, “besides, she seems professional. She's just doing her duty.”

Boss looked up at that. He studied Fixer for a moment, eyes unreadable behind his HUD before speaking up, “Let’s get caf. We’ll make a plan.”

Fixer blinked, “A plan?”

Scorch grinned, “Remember? For the second mission? Operation: How to Get a Jedi to Say Yes Without Violating Republic Ethics.”

“That's a working title,” Sev winced, twirling his vibroblade around his finger.

Fixer shook his head and started walking with the group towards the barracks. You were still in the corner of his vision, still laughing at something Cody said, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek like you weren’t the center of the storm spinning through his chest.

"You know, if you did some research, you'd know there’s a difference between Jedi rules and your rules, vod," Scorch teased, nudging Fixer.

Fixer ignored that because it was true. It wasn’t just about rules, it was about what kind of soldier he was. He’d already broken the most sacred boundary by dreaming about you. And not just once but often. Not all of them were innocent either.

Some dreams had him on battlefield, you grabbing his hand when the chaos cleared. Other nights, it was your voice in the dark, saying his name like it meant something more. On the worst nights, when the battle static refused to quiet, he dreamed of your mouth on his, your legs bracketing his hips, your focus turned entirely toward him, passionate, overwhelming and impossibly tender.

He would wake from those dreams shaking, confused, ashamed and wanting. Always desperately wanting. He couldn't let it show though. Especially not in front of his squad.

Boss entered the barracks first, hands resting calmly behind his back, “Alright, we’ll clean up, then we talk.”

Fixer raised an eyebrow, “Talk?”

Boss nodded, "The 'working title' second mission."

Scorch leaned in, “How about: 'Get Fixer a date without short-circuiting halfway through a sentence.'”

“I’m not—”

Boss cut him off, “We’ll get caf. We’ll make a plan.”

Fixer sighed, but somewhere beneath the static of frustration, something comforting flickered in his chest. They were serious.

You got the message in the late morning, just after a quiet meditation session in the Temple’s eastern wing.

Scorch’s name flashed across your comm. It was unexpected, but even more so given the context of the message:

"Strange request but we would really appreciate it. Can you meet us at 1200? Wear something casual. Coordinates below."

No context - just that.

You stared at it for a good minute, weighing your options. You could ignore it and play the Jedi card or pretend you didn’t get it. But curiosity itched and so did something else. You remembered the way Fixer had always kept his gaze locked on you during briefings during the last mission. And, of course, you couldn't forget his confession during the initial debrief. It was so sudden you almost thought you imagined it. Except you hadn't.

You sighed and slipped out of your Temple robes, pulling on something neutral but comfortable. Something un-Jedi-like. You told yourself it was just caf and a hint curiosity. Regardless, you arrived early.

The caf shop Scorch had picked was small, tucked into a sidestreet not too far from he Senate building. The air smelled like roasted beans and clean Naboo linens. Inside, soft glowpanels lit warm wood interiors. There were couples, quiet professionals, the occasional off-duty senator staffer.

You picked a booth in the back that was tucked beneath an arch, half-hidden from the counter. You could see them when they walked in, but they wouldn’t see you. Not right away at least.

A server droid rolled up, “Welcome to Golden Roast. Would you like to see a menu?”

"Just two house drips with cream and cinnamon,” you ordered without thought. The droid beeped agreeably and drifted off.

A few minutes later, they arrived. “I still think this is absurd,” Fixer muttered as the squad approached the shop. His armor was gone, replaced by a plain black jacket and civilian sweatpants but he still carried himself like he was expecting stray blast any second, “This is unnecessary.”

“You keep saying that,” Scorch said cheerfully, pushing through the door, “But it’s caf. No one’s ever died from caf," he paused, "Probably.”

“You made up that statistic,” Sev added dryly.

Fixer grimaced, “This isn’t about caf. You said we were planning strategy.”

“We are,” Scorch whined, “Your strategy and plan for your hot Jedi crush, duh.”

“Lower your voice!” Fixer hissed, slapping Scorch's arm.

Except Scorch didn’t, “You dreamed about her for months, vod. This is the least we could do.”

Fixer flushed instantly, “That was—”

“Confidential information? An accidental slip?” Scorch teased, “Perhaps an illegal transmission over open comms?”

“Enough,” Boss groaned, though the edge of his mouth tugged like he was barely hiding a smirk. He held the caf shop door open for the squad.

Fixer followed reluctantly, settling at a table near the front of the shop with Sev and Scorch while Boss went up to the counter and ordered for the group. As his two brothers across from him began drafting his whole 'game plan', Fixer stared out the caf shop window, wondering how he even ended up in this spot. “You’re enjoying this way too much," he muttered as Sev gasped at one of Scorch's ideas.

“I’m helping you live your dream, vod. Literally,” Scorch laughed.

“Don’t say it like that," Fixer winced, dropping his head onto the table.

You watched the whole thing from your booth. Fixer’s discomfort was obvious. He looked like he wanted to melt into the wall. You didn’t know what Scorch had told him. Maybe you didn’t want to know, but something about the way Fixer kept glancing at the window made it look like he was weighing his escape options. You found it fascinating.

The caf shop was quiet enough that you caught bits and pieces of their banter. You couldn't catch every word, but enough to hear your name once or twice. Enough to know Fixer had no idea you were already here and that Sev and Scorch desperately wanted Fixer to ask you on a date.

Boss returned with three cafs and passed one to Scorch, one to Sev, keeping the last one in his hand before taking a seat.

Fixer's face twisted, "Where's my caf?"

Scorch took a long sip of his and sighed, eyes fluttering with exaggerated bliss, “Oh no. Did Boss forget your caf? That’s tragic.”

“You said this was about caf and strategy,” Fixer retorted, leaning back in his seat, “That implies I get caf.”

Sev deadpanned, smirking slightly, “You get graphs. Maybe a flowchart if you're lucky. It’ll depend on your performance.”

Fixer scoffed and crossed his arms, “You’re all insufferable.”

His thoughts were buzzing. This wasn’t what he expected. He’d agreed to this plan under duress, figuring they’d let it go after one caf and a few bad jokes. But sitting here now, all he could think about is how pathetic this was. He'll never get to enjoy your laugh. He'll never get to enjoy your voice. He'll never get to really look at you the way he wants to and just smile. All you'll ever be is a distant dream. Because he's a clone, and you're a Jedi. That's just how it is.

But then, why dream of you? Why couldn’t he stop? He didn’t even want to find out the answer if it meant hearing you didn’t feel the same. While the boys continued to laugh and scheme, he rested both his hands on the table and pushed himself up before turning towards the door.

That’s when you stood.

You made your steps deliberate but soft, threading between tables until you were directly behind him. For a second, you just watched the back of his head before tapping two fingers on his shoulder.

Fixer turned and froze.

His eyes went wide, truly wide. His mouth parted like he was going to say something, but nothing came out. Every part of him locked up like a malfunctioning droid.

You extended your arm, holding out the second cup of caf you ordered, "So. I heard you dreamed about me."

Scorch lost it, caf streaming out of his nose

Fixer stared blankly at you, “I—uh—I didn’t— That wasn’t—”. He continued to stumble with his words for a few more moments before giving up.

You arched a brow and pushed the caf gently into his hands, "Oh, my mistake then. It was all just a dream about someone else?”

"Oh, that’s it. I’m dead," Scorch wheezed, "This is better than I anticipated.”

Sev chuckled, “Yeah, he might need that flowchart.”

Fixer finally managed a word, taking the caf like it might explode in his hand, "Thanks."

You smiled, just a little, sliding into the seat he left empty, “Of course.” The warmth of the caf seeped through the thin cup, but you barely noticed. Your eyes were locked on Fixer, still standing near the door.

Fixer, who you've been watching be teased by his brothers since he stepped foot in here. The man whose dreams you’d accidentally become part of.

“I—I didn’t mean—” he started, his voice tight and breaking somewhere between embarrassment and panic.

You reached for a chair from a nearby table and pulled it up next to you, motioning for him to sit down, “Didn’t mean to what? Dream about me or say it out loud?”

He blinked rapidly, cheeks flaring a deep scarlet as he sat down. The usual calm precision he carried on the battlefield was gone, replaced by something wary. His jaw clenched, then relaxed, then clenched again. For a moment, you wondered if he was about to bolt.

Next to him, you heard the unmistakable, barely suppressed laughter of Scorch and Sev. The squad’s favorite tormentors, clearly delighting in the rare sight of their usually stoic comrade exposed.

“Fixer, you’ve been pining for her like a rook caught out of cover,” Scorch noted, tipping his cup towards you, “and now she’s right here.”

Sev nodded, folding his arms with a smirk, “It's about time you got called on it, vod.”

Fixer’s hands trembled slightly, gripping the caf cup as if it were his blaster, almost ignorant to the fact you were next to him, “She’s a Jedi. There’s an impossible line I can’t cross.”

You took a slow sip from your own cup, reminding him you're there, “Who said it had to be impossible?”

Fixer looked up sharply, eyes searching yours hesitantly, “I wouldn't want to mess things up.”

“You haven’t even tried yet,” you winked, setting your cup down on the table.

Fixer went still, as if any movement might shatter whatever moment had started forming between you. He looked at the table, then back to you, and you could almost see the computations running behind his eyes. It was like he was trying to measure risk against reward.

"You really don’t mind?” he asked, voice muffle against his cup, “that I dreamed about you?”

You tilted your head, considering your next words, “That depends. The dreams, were they quiet walks through the Temple gardens, or were they kind of dreams that would get you court martialed?”

From across the table, Scorch let out a sharp wheeze and nearly spilled his caf. Sev snorted, and Boss muttered something like "kriffing hell" into his cup.

Somehow, Fixer remained quiet. The embarrassment that was thrashing across his face, however, was loud. You almost felt bad. He said something but you missed it over Scorch's recovering deep breaths.

You leaned into him just a little, “Didn’t quite catch that, soldier.”

Fixer swallowed hard, “It was not the gardens.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep the smile from turning into a full grin, “Good to know.”

“Maker,” Fixer mumbled, half to himself, “I walked right into this.”

“You absolutely did,” Sev smiled cheerfully, pushing back from the table, “and now we’re going to leave you to deal with it.”

Scorch downed the last of his caf in a single gulp and stood, “Don’t screw it up, Fix. I actually like her.”

Boss gave you a quiet nod of farewell, then turned to Fixer with a faint smirk, “You’ve got three hours. Make them count.”

Fixer turned, mouth opening in protest, but it was too late. His squad was already walking off toward the far end of the shop. Scorch threw an exaggerated wink over his shoulder, and Sev offered a mock salute without turning around.

You looked at him again. He was still gripping his cup, still flushed from forehead to collar, but he didn’t look away. “You didn’t have to say it out loud, you know,” you half laughed, almost finishing your caf.

“I know,” Fixer grinned, “but I think I’m glad I did.” He let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, eyes drifting to where the others had gone. “They’re not going to let me live this down.”

You smiled, “Probably not.”

He glanced back to you, expression softer now, “Would it be crazy if I said I don’t mind that either?”

“I think you’ve already embraced a little crazy today.”

Fixer huffed, amused, and finally took a sip from his caf. He looked back at you over the rim of the cup, something hopeful flickering behind his eyes, “So, what now?” he asked quietly.

You leaned your arms on the table, “That depends. Are you going to keep pretending this is just a caf break or are you going to talk to me like someone who’s had a crush for months?”

His ears flushed again, but this time, he didn’t shy away. He set the cup down, leaned in, “Alright. Where do we start?”

The conversation after that was easy. Fixer asked about your missions. You asked about his squad. He listened when you talked, really listened. The small, hesitant smiles you traded grew more frequent with each quiet minute.

There were quiet laughs between sips of lukewarm caf. Awkward glances turned into longer ones and jokes grew bolder like there was a comfort growing. Three hours suddenly didn’t feel like enough.

Fixer cleared his throat eventually, glancing toward the chrono on the wall, then back to you, "We’ve got time. Do you want to go for a walk?”

Nodding, you stood with your empty cup in hand, “I thought you’d never ask.”

You both stepped out of the caf shop into the soft, filtered light of Coruscant’s early afternoon. It wasn’t golden hour yet, but the air had the kind of stillness that made the moment feel like it was yours alone.

Fixer walked beside you, a half-step behind at first. He was still a little stiff, but as the minutes passed, the silence between you turned companionable. You led the way, not to a barracks, or toward any duty post or Temple corridor, but through one of the quieter paths that curved behind the gardens. Most Jedi passed through here during early morning meditation or late-night walks. At this hour, though, it was quiet.

Fixer glanced around, “Didn’t think this place would be so empty in the middle of the day.”

You shrugged, tucking your hands behind your back, “Most don’t come out here when they’re not trying to think about something.”

He cocked his head, “And what are you trying to think about?”

“Nothing,” you smiled, offering a slight shrug, “That’s the point.”

You walked a few more paces in silence, then paused under an arching tree laced with blossoms. Their pale pink petals drifted lazily in the breeze. One caught in Fixer’s dark hair, and you stepped forward to brush it away before he could react.

“It's pretty here,” he whispered, watching the petal you brushed away drift to the ground.

You pulled your hand back, taking a seat on a duracrete wall, “First time here?”

"Physically? Yeah. But I'd be lying if I said I've never been here in my dreams," he admitted, sitting down next to you.

You turned toward him fully, eyes narrowing, “Wait, you said this wasn’t the dream."

Realization hit him like a stun round. Fixer took a moment to really look around and take in every last detail of the Temple gardens around him.

“I uh," he stuttered, looking down at his feet, "I- it wasn't a walk."

You didn’t laugh, but instead leaned towards him, lowering your voice, “I think I get it now. So in the dream, we were in the gardens, and we were wearing a whole lot less."

Fixer groaned and rubbed his face, utterly mortified, “You are never letting me live this down.”

“Probably not,” you winked, pulling away from him, “but you’ve got a little less than two hours left.”

He brought his head up to face you, “Until what?”

“Until your time runs out,” you said simply, “Boss said three hours. Do you want to waste it on banter, or do you want to keep walking?”

He held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, then nodded, “Lead the way.”

So you did. The gardens were quieter than ever, and when you realized you were the only two there, your hand brushed against his and didn’t leave. When you reached the the koi pond, you stopped, admiring its stillness.

You both sat beside the pond, the stone beneath you warm from the sun. The pond stretched out before you, dotted with lilies and drifting petals. Koi slid through the water in lazy arcs, mesmerizing Fixer.

After a few moments, he settled beside you slowly, with a faint exhale that wasn’t quite a sigh, his shoulder dangerously close to yours. The silence between you didn’t demand to be filled. You let it settle, watching the ripples where fish disturbed the water.

Conversation began unwinding easily. It started awkwardly with little comments about the fish, the sun, the ridiculousness of Scorch’s earlier remarks, but then eased into something warmer. Time slipped past unnoticed, the hours unraveling between soft laughter and shared silences, until neither of you remembered when you'd stopped watching the water and started watching each other instead.

Sunlight danced across the water and warmed your skin, and for a few heartbeats, time didn’t seem to exist. There was no mission waiting, no squad tapping into his comm, just this.

"If this was part of the dream, I think I get why I didn’t want to wake up," he whispered, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

You turned your head to look at him, but he wasn’t blushing this time. He was just watching the water, his eyes calm. But before you could respond, the chrono on Fixer's wrist buzzed softly. You both glanced at it. Only twenty minutes remained.

“You should probably head back soon," you sighed, looking up at the mid-afternoon sun.

Fixer hesitated, “Yeah. I guess I should.” He turned toward you, almost reluctant, “This was more than I expected.”

“Good more?” you grinned.

He smiled faintly, “Definitely good.”

Without any thought, you leaned towards him and pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger just a breath longer than expected. When you pulled back, Fixer looked shocked all over again. Just like he did when you first tapped him in the caf shop.

You met his eyes, “Perhaps the walk in the gardens wasn’t quite your dream but maybe next time, we can work on making your other dreams come true.”

Fixer inhaled sharply, nearly choking on his breath.

And for the first time in a while, you laughed freely, turning away and leaving him sitting near the pond, face flushed, hand halfway raised in stunned farewell.

Three hours with him wasn't nearly enough.

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darknesswellcome · 14 hours ago

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Imagine being a Tomarry shipper and insulting Tomione for not being canon 💀💀 lmao you're ridiculous. Your ship is as crack and non canon as Tomione. What the fuck is your problem? None of us are here for canon clearly or we wouldn't be shipping Tom with his enemies and literal kids.

TOM/HEPZIBAH IS MORE CANON THAN TOMARRYMORT TOO

Lmaooooo it's starting! Everyone gather, the tomiones throwing fits. You know first I was wondering if my little post will take off at all, or not, since you can filter tags on tumblr. If you don't want to see 'anti tomione' mentitoned, you can filter them my friends. This just might inspire me to make more. The fact you are riled up this much, that you feel the need to send anon ask's is very telling. "none of us are here for canon" I'm not surprised the tomiones are not here for that, as I mentioned on my post's comments. Tomiones can't create a canon/canon compliant fic (only plot holes filled time travel ones, or Muggle AU's), because Voldemort probably didn't even know Hermione's name in the first place. And yes, canonically Hermione has zero thing connecting her to Voldemort or Tom Riddle. Whereas the whole bookseries is about Voldemort's obsession about finding and killing Harry Potter. You can make a fic and make it canon compliant with Tomarrymort. The fic can start pretty much any point of the original story, and it would make sense. And let me tell you, Harrymort fans love this - hence we ARE here for canon - , and the authors who can make this believe. "Tom with his enemies" is an another interesting take. This is just proves my point that the Tomiones are completely delulus. Hermione was never for one second was Tom Riddle's/Voldemort's enemy. His enemies were Dumbledore, and Harry all along. Hermione was just a muggleborn among the many, who suffered under the regime, she was nothing extra in the grand scheme of it all. If you want to see it that way, then half the wizarding world were his enemy. If she weren't friends with Harry she would be just a booksmart girl, with zero streetsmarts, and that's just facts. If she weren't friends with Harry she would have actually zero clue about who Voldemort really is. She only knows things because Harry told her. Tom/Hepzibah is more canon than Harrymort in a sense that Tom actually might have done some things to get the locket from her. But I was pointing out the fact that canon means also that "this two characters actually met in canon, they have scenes together, interact with eachother, exist in the same timeline together", which is again.... more true to Harrymort/Tomarry, than it ever be for Tomione. While Voldemort and Hermione exist in the same timeline, there is actually zero situation and chance he would notice her, or be interested in her at all. The fact that Harry exist beside her destroys every chance. Hermione's only interesting quality (from Voldemort's perspective), is that she is Harry's friend. But scratch Harry if you want, since he is a MALE and tomiones can't imagine him being with an another MALE.. there are so many other people who would catch Voldemort's eyes sooner than Hermione. For example, there is Bellatrix Lestrange. But you really can't self-insert into Bellatrix that much, I guess... lol. Also, just let's make it clear I'm not gonna answer every anon ask that will be sent in my way from the tomiones who can't handle the truth, but the truth must be said once or twice.

#anti tomione #anti volmione #tomiones #tom riddle #voldemort #harry potter #harry potter canon #anon ask #of course #tom x hepzibah is canon too #truth #hermione granger

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mirrorthoughts · 14 hours ago

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#I don't give JD credit for doing this deliberately bc he strikes me as a man who couldn't find his own ass w both hands and a road map#but? scott is written like he's supposed to be the audience (or JD's) proxy#his logic and motive are based on the assumptions you'd make when watching a genre film.#and in that sense? Scott would normally bc right that Allison would be targeted. bc movies like to give dudes Hero Moments tm#the thing is...this show is almost nodding to those movie moments like “that ain't how it works irl”#bc these baddies aren't looking for a damsel. they're looking for intel. someone invested in more than just the twee teen romance.#the fact that some of the baddies are related to said damsel means she's too dangerous a get for some#and a casual convo over dinner for others#they wouldn't risk that. thus. they go for the bff w straight As who knows too much. who has proven useful.#(these thoughts brought to you by the interviews mentioning dob was encouraged to improv)#(whereas scott was very clearly JD's brain child.)#(it's prolly safe to assume he is JD's SI in the game of paper dolls he's playing)

(via @omgtheywereawooomates)

#holy. shit.#prev tags are impressive & i need to go read them again#the way Peter read Stiles as the clever one so damn fast is fascinating#just one of the many many compelling things about this ship#OH!!#and Stiles's little glare at the end??#Baby Boy is NOT used to being seen like that#he doesn't like it not one bit#Stiles has a cover and a damn good one that no one (apparently??) has seen through!#even Lydia doesn't really see Stiles for what he is at first because his distractions are so good (she's also busy hiding herself)#okay now I'M rambling dammit#stiles stilinski#peter hale#steter

(via @nickcharleswife)

#bc they were both soooo right #I just love their dynamic #steter #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #peter hale #I also love especially that little glare #all hail the gif makers #they let me see sooooo many great details that I just wouldn't otherwise depite seeing the show

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laurellala-comics · 7 months ago

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A Shakespearean comedy of errors

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#ain't somebody gonna match my freak...#no hate to shippers! i think you can do whatever you want with nick and miles as long as its funny #i do personally enjoy them as ace and not necessarily romantically interested in each other but like. They're freaks about each other 4 sur #i also still haven't started apollo justice so if they're out of character IM SORRYYYYY #i'm the slowest gamer ever #ace attorney #gyakuten saiban #apollo justice #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #naruhodo ryuichi #mitsurugi reiji #klavier gavin #athena cykes #ema skye #idk are you supposed to use ship names when tagging nonromantic iterations #i guess not #ace attorney comic #ace attorney fanart #the hardest thing about creating fan content before playng the apollo series is I don't know what they call Nick #bc they're adults they COULD call him nick but i'm guessing they don't bc japanese translation and honorifics?#i don't know what klavier calls nick. surely something snarky bc all prosecutors are required to be sassy to him by law #i should just play the game I KNOWWW I KNOW I KNOW #asexual phoenix wright #asexual miles edgeworth #asexual #my art

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frogshipping · 16 days ago

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Reblog Game!!

Status: CLOSED

Reblog with a pic of 1 (one) F/O and/or the self insert they're paired with, and I'll assign them a Webkinz plushie based on vibes!

I'll be responding to as many people as I can until I get bored!!

Example:

Proshippers+ Variants DNI

#self ship #self shipping #yume ship #yume shipping #self ship meme #self ship reblog game #selfship #selfshippping #yumeship #yumeshipping #I LOVE Webkinz plushies sooo much. I used to own close to 200 of them as a kid #(got lucky at a thrift store once n found someone's whole collection of like 75 plush and so it became part of my collection)#I sadly don't have a majority of that old collection now cause I stopped liking plushies as a teen due to peer/societal pressure to grow up #but I'm rebuilding that collection now as an adult because I realized I don't have to give up the things I love.#so far I think I have about 25-50 kinz now. half of which have been thrifted!#my new collection contains plush that I REALLY wanted as a kid but could never find + some old favorites. plenty more that I want tho #sorry to ramble about webkinz in the tag they're a hyperfixation of mine #Im excited to assign plush to people's f/o's and s/i's!!!

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s2pdoktopus · 5 months ago

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Hehe

#gilgamesh #cu chulainn #fate #i don't know how to tag stuff about fate #too many titles lol #gilcu #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #i don't know how to find stuff about them please tell me how plsplspls #the ship of all time. funny bastards. omg what even are they doing??? lololol #I'm saying this about the fic goldenblue summer but what?? two demigods from different myth doing unholy things in the goddamn church lolol #I generally try to keep to the canon character design but I saw dailycu's gil and i think it's the best gil color #golden skin for the golden haired king who wears a golden armor lol #oh. Gil should have said 'the mongrel is my dog.' or something. using Cu's class is too polite of him. i think

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kedreeva · 9 hours ago

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Do NOT be like that.

That behavior is called fandom policing and it's not cool.

Tags on reblogs are for personal use. If someone tags a fictional pairing and you don't agree or don't like it, that doesn't make it "rude" to do. Tags on blogs are a filing system, meaning that they're used when a person wants to find a post again. They do not alter the content of the post, they do not change the experience for anyone else, they do not force you to agree. They're literally just a filing system. If someone ships and ot3 and tags part of the ot3 with the ot3 name, it's absolutely none of your business. If you don't like them doing it, you are completely capable of just blocking them, including if you are the op, but they aren't being "rude" to enjoy their experience of fandom nor to file posts on their own blog.

Additionally, this isn't the same thing as "tagging a different ship" would be; if someone makes a post about bananas and I tag it banana bread because I'm looking for photos of banana bread ingredients, it's not "rude" because the post wasn't about banana bread. Tagging it "fruit" because it's part of the fruit category isn't rude because the post was about bananas specifically and not fruit. Honestly it's not rude no matter what I tag it because it's not your business why I'm tagging it anything because the tags aren't necessarily for you unless someone directs them at you. I could tag it vegetables as an inside joke to a mutual, and that still wouldn't be rude- confusing, and possibly weird to read if you're snooping the tags or my box, but the tag isn't for you it's for me and my friend. It's not your blog. It might be something you posted, and you might be annoyed a drawing you did of a banana got tagged as banana bread or fruit or vegetables, but just block and move on if it matters that much to you.

Art (read: creative work, which includes writing or whatever) is out of the artist's hands once released into public for viewing and will be enjoyed and interpreted and touched in people's brains through the filter of their experiences, and policing how they experience art - even when you're the creator - is what's rude. Curating your own experience is what's not, including blocking people if you can't handle how they tag stuff.

Kill the cop in your head that wrote that reply. It won't serve you well.

Like, you ship mcspirk, being McCoy, Spock, and Kirk from star trek. Do you tag spirk posts with mcspirk? Or do you only tag mcspirk for posts that explicitly reference all three characters?

Or, from Leverage there's Hardison, Parker, and Eliot. Do you tag Parker/Hardison posts with ot3 even if Eliot isn't mentioned, or what?

#i did not need to wake up to this nonsense #seriously #fandom #replies #wank for ts #also like just because i don't personally do it much #doesn't mean i won't defend to the death people's ability to do it themselves #what do i care?

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zsrntyouil · 3 months ago

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guys, please, can we stop tagging posts just to have likes and reblogs? i've been scrolling in the "dorcas meadowes" tag and like 70% of the posts don't even mention her 😭😭

I know what it's like to have very little notes on your posts but girl, you're posting abt jegulus/wolfstar/rosekiller, do you really think it has anything to do with the "dorcas meadowes" tag? and they're the most famous ships of this fandom, you don't need to use every single character tag to have visibility 😭

#dorcas meadowes #jegulus #wolfstar #rosekiller #(yes I'm tagging these ships)#(because I talk abt them in my post)#(and this message is mainly targeting people who use these tags)#tag properly #please

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manytoonepoet · 2 days ago

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(Aaa you don't have to (well... that's a given) respond to this at all, not expecting it, just wanted to share the same sentiment because your post reminded me of it) (Plus this is vv long it's a rant srry. If you do respond though (only an if) I recommend screenshotting so you can turn it into your own post and crop it so it doesn't take so much space)

Honestly, before 3.3 I was kind of sick of people saying "stop making everything about shipping/sexualities" because I assumed it was mainly just people getting salty that they're dealing with a inevitable fandom thing which was shipping/fandom and not staying in their own lanes (besides the obvious obnoxious exceptions).

And then when 3.3 leaks came out, Aglaea and Cipher turned out to have this really tragic and poignant history together, and me & other ppl were shipping it.... until it turned out Aglaea had know Cipher when the latter was a child & Aglaea was an adult + Aglaea raised her = they were a adopted mother daughter dynamic. I felt kind of embarrassed but after quickly moving on, giggling at myself, and examining it closer, I fell in love with their mother daughter relationship and how it was handled in 3.3. I can't even talk about it because then i'll start rambling lol. But then other ppl who assumed this would finally "be the proof" Hoyo was going back to their "yuri roots" (esp when Cerces and Mnestia are RIGHT THERE if you want that) and that Aglaea would finally be "confirmed lesbian" (not even gonna get into that) got angry and denied it to the point where they were looking at their interactions and lines such as "Your weave shop... I wish..... I could chance upon it again, just once.... Say something... Anything.... please" (Cipher was saying this to Aglaea in her final moments) as proof they were actually lovers and that no child would say that to their parent??? Especially when that's where Cipher AS A VISIBLE CHILD (there was a cutscene) met Aglaea who was A VISIBLE ADULT. And then they tried to excuse it by saying "oh there's a 1000 year time leap so it doesn't matter now" when they kept that dynamic since then and that's why Cipher calls back to that moment in the first place, she wants her mom. This wasn't one instance, the post had thousands of likes and many ppl share this sentiment (thankfully many called them out too).

Like.... have you people EVER had significant feelings for others that extended past romantic? Have you ever considered that to be possible? The concept has always been so foreign to me. Family, romantic, friendship, all have such importance that I could never try to scale them against each other. But these people seem like the first thing they do when they judge a relationship is to fit it into one of these categories depending on the weight.

I also find it so funny (in an ironic sense) that people use romance to simplify characters down to such stereotypical traits when instead it should add depth to them. Figuring out how their qualities work together, how they change as people, what parts of them stay the same, when other parts don't, and how they will stay in a relationship if they can at all. There's so much to uncover about characters if you put them in a situation, any tbh, so how this can turn into complete character flanderization is... kind of startling to me? (Speaking as a diehard ratiorine fan.... dude it's so bad)

And now that i've been looking, there are so many cases of shippers (wlm, wlw, mlm, doesn't matter, and my goodness all are completely obnoxious in their own circles and to each other) going into comment sections of nonshippers and spamming their own headcanons, or if someone calls them "besties" in their video (if they're unconfirmed) they'll be in the comments like "and they were roommates" and "history said they were best friends".

I was going to put a whole nother thing in about interpretation but this is already really long sooo. Yea. I just wanted to quickly share my thoughts because wow fandom can suck but i'm glad there's people like you who can call it out when it does

Oh, don't worry about the long rant, Anon, I don't mind reading it all.

Anywayss, to start, yes, I am aware of the annoyance I was causing to some people in this fandom, and for a while, even I doubted whether or not I wanted to be so "bothersome" instead of "staying in my own lane" as you said, which for me, is continue writing poems and musings. But after being bombarded with so many posts about Aventurine and Veritas being gae gae, and so many pornographic fan arts being labeled as masterpieces by the fandom, I decided to break my silence and thought "If these people can be so loud and proud promoting something so disgusting and wrong, then why can't I be just as loud and proud but promoting the truth instead?" — this was the only thing keeping me going, really. This, and the many people I've encountered agreeing with my posts and saying that I've expressed the very feelings they've wanted to express, but don't know how. And that makes me very happy. I may not be able to appeal to most, but I am content with whatever I can achieve.

For Cipher and Aglaea, I can't comment much since I have yet to go through 3.3, but I will say that, based on what you've given me, I'm not surprised. Shippers will say and do anything to everything just to "prove" their ship when there really isn't much proof at all. And while I understand the appeal of shipping (truly, I do, I've spent the majority of my childhood shipping Elsa and Jack Frost, Skye and Chase, and Sonic and Amy), sometimes all shippers do instead of just enjoying and having fun with the ship, as they claim to do, they instead shove their headcannons into everyone's throats and drag people into ship wars and make them choose, and proceed to attack them once that said person they've dragged into this mess disagree with what they want.

And also, that is the thing with some of these shippers, where they claim that Character A can't say this to Character B in a platonic manner when it obviously can? Cipher can say all those things to Aglaea as a child would say all those things to her mother, just as much as Phainon would say "It's a date, Mydeimos" to Mydei as an army veteran would say to his brother in arms after promising to meet each other again, alive, after the war. That is the beauty of HSR's writing; it's full of nuance and depth that a writer could only dream of making!

Character A can have significant feelings for Character B that aren't romantic. Character A can have significant feelings for Character B without necessarily wanting to marry and bed them. It's possible, all of it is possible because having these significant feelings for another person is natural and human! That's why we can have friends and lovers, and families at the same time! And they're all important. Very important.

For Cerces and Mnestia, I wouldn't necessarily call them "confirmed lesbians" or as Hoyo going back to their "yuri roots" mainly because I believe that Titans, much like Aeons, are not confined to the concrete or physical, but rather, they represent divine and abstract concepts, and the people following those concepts. And also because of the fact that, in Chinese culture, according to what I've read, they have a specialized term to refer to the divine beings they worship.

And well, I don't believe anyone in HSR is gay, nor should they only be known for their sexuality, and the reason why I think "queerness" apparently happens within stories is a mix of fan-service and self-projection. It's no secret that Hoyo knows their audience well and does things that satisfy their pre-existing fandom and appeal to potential customers simultaneously, and with the growing popularity of that community, I'm not surprised that Hoyo would join in and drop "hints" and "teases" in their own game as well. Personally, it really is just a marketing strategy to keep as many people as satisfied and attracted to their game as possible without triggering the censorship. And to be quite honest? I don't necessarily blame them for wanting to appeal to a bigger audience; the character trailers alone must've cost them a fortune to make, so of course they're going to find ways to earn back the money that they've spent.

I understand that my stance might be controversial and wouldn't be accepted well by many people, so I will leave it at that. However, if there are some of you who are interested in discussing more of this with me, please go to either my Inbox or message me personally and let us engage in a healthy debate — we are talking about differences in opinions, not personally attacking each other and I would like to keep it at that.

But anywayss, if you truly want to talk about interpretation, then don't hesitate to send me another ask in my inbox. This was a fun read, and I would love to hear more from you, all of you, actually.

I find enjoyment in hearing other people's thoughts and opinions and engaging in a healthy debate with them. But what truly makes me happy is, as I've said above is when I, apparently, express other people's thoughts in ways that they can't. An example would be what you said about me being able to call a fandom out when needed, Anon, and that is an honour for me, and I hope to create more of these analyses that will hopefully resonate and bring light to the unspoken thoughts of the people within my circle, in real life or online.

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