#Advanced gifted program

[n3k0m1m1]

AGP then, AGP now. Some things never change!

[kn-1013]

i know i've been on my anti-modern AU propaganda lately and it's just because i've been delving deeper into the sally face ao3 tags and i just keep finding them over and over. it's frustrating because there are a lot of really interesting concepts out there that would fit really well and make for a genuinely really interesting story in the 90s, but they get thrown off because the author doesn't know enough about the 90s to write for that time period, so they make it into a modern au instead. there's nothing inherently wrong with that, and i think there's room for modern aus to be done well here, i even have my own half-serious modern au, but i do think you often lose part of what makes sally face special when you turn the story into any other kind of contemporary love story/horror story/etc where all the characters just have ~iphones~ and use ~snapchat~ and all these things.

like, the 90s was not some kind of alien planet, and a vast number of the problems that you're solving with smartphones can be worked around very easily with just a bit of research or thought. long distance walkie-talkies, pagers, and PDAs were all (though sometimes expensive) perfectly capable contemporary technologies for talking to people when you are not physically with them. in fact, a lot of the abbreviations and slang we use over text right now was developed by young people in the 90s using pagers to talk to their friends. PDAs were a bit more out there in the 90s than they were in the aughts, but it's still completely plausible for henry in particular to have one, considering he already owns a home computer, which was not at all ubiquitous in the 90s. considering the apparent financial limitations that he and sal live under (it's never stated explicitly, but i mean, they live at addison's, they can't be in a great financial situation) and how insanely expensive computers were back then, it's more than likely that henry's job requires a home computer of some sort, meaning that a PDA would probably be incredibly useful to him if he were away from it, because there's no way in hell he's getting himself a luggable or another kind of early laptop to bring with him, that would've been too expensive.

and that's ignoring the fact that so many situations where two characters are apart form each other but need to communicate could just be fixed by rewriting the plot so that they can meet in person. i know that's not what people wanna hear because rewriting sucks, but you can find a lot of reasons for characters to meet each other randomly or to have reasons to meet up later if you give it a bit of problem-solving. part of what makes the pre-smartphone era interesting to write for and so optimized for horror, and probably a big reason that gabry chose this time period for the story in the first place, is the level of disconnection between each character in the story BECAUSE they don't have things like smartphones. having to work around this technological limitation is part of the fun, because you get a very enjoyable push and pull of closeness vs. disconnection between each character.

this is great for alienating ash, the only one who doesn't live in the apartments (except for neil), and causing her internal conflict about her relationships with the rest of her friends, especially as the story progresses and they start discovering more shit about the cult, and her instincts are to call the cops because she's a lot more normal than her friends are. or, it's good for alienating travis, who also doesn't live there and is far more isolated than everyone else (more on that next), or for creating an unhealthy and codependent relationship between sal and larry, who, with the walkies, are the only two in the friend group who DO have semi-instant access to each other all the time--all of which are plot points i put into my writing.

and if that's not enough, think about the implications for travis's character in particular. his father is a preacher, and a huge talking point of christian extremists in the 90s was that things like television were evil and demonic in some way. they campaigned against these things heavily. with the kind of person that we know kenneth phelps to be and the way many technologies we take for granted today, including TVs, were still being adopted by older generations, it's not out of the question at all that travis doesn't own something like a TV or a VCR, putting him even more out of the loop with what other people his age are doing than he already would be, having approximately 0 friends. he doesn't know what DND is, and he doesn't know how to look it up because he's not familiar with computers or the internet, he just knows his dad thinks it's demonic, so he steers clear of it.

the intention of cult leaders like kenneth is to keep their victims as isolated as possible, and not owning a TV, VCR, home computer, etc, is a great way to keep travis and his sisters isolated and disconnected from their peers, and therefore more connected to the cult, and it's a lot easier to justify not owning these things in the 90s, where the story already takes place, than it is if you're writing a modern au. a modern au for this situation would require all kinds of technological workarounds to make sure that travis owned a phone but couldn't do anything his father didn't want him doing on it. he's the kind of father who would go through and monitor his kid's texts, he wouldn't just let travis have snapchat or whatever, but i digress.

i know i'm just doing my petty bitching and people can do whatever they want however they want to, but i really do feel like there's a huge piece of the story that is lost in turning the sally face story as it is into some kind of modern au, and it's pretty unfortunate to me that people seem to think that the 90s was such a primitive alien world of incomprehensible technology that they don't want to write for that time period at all. it's really not as terrifying as it seems, genuinely. a surface level understanding of the era's technologies would be straightforward enough for anyone who wasn't there to write something perfectly coherent, if lacking in specific cultural/technological details that nobody but me cares about because i have autism.

if you're a sally face fan reading this and you struggle with writing for the american 90s because you weren't there, go look up pagers (also called beepers) and PDAs (which are basically early pocket computers) and how they work. ask older family members if or how they used them. go look at the different kinds of home computers of the era from companies like packard-bell and IBM. learn what a pentium III is/was, or what it means to be X86 compatible. look at the history of the CD-ROM, and how when it was invented, it could contain so much data that consumers had absolutely no idea what to do with them until people started putting video games on them. go watch cathode ray dude, LGR or techmoan on youtube.

go learn things about this era, it's good for you and you will have a lot of fun, even if you're not like me, i promise, and your fanfiction will be better for it. please learn about this era. take my hand. we can go to beautiful places together.

[barstoolblues]

not to even dip a toe in gifted kid discourse or w/e but the amount of people on this site that refuse to recognize that discriminatory access to better education is a privilege is legit insane.

[glamrockmike]

today on ‘why the fuck did my teacher give me a fucking test three days before our final on new material we had to cram in three days’

[penguicorns-are-cool]

Also because it's pretty shitty that schools are ranking kids like this at all. The school shouldn't be ranking children it's very unhelpful and gives everyone a really toxic mindset about it all.

You're either told that you're the main character and above everyone else or you're told you're not good enough and either way you're gonna grow up and be told that it was all a lie and didn't really mean anything. Except by then it's a bit late for it cause it was a formative part of your childhood and shaped your whole mindset

Either way you're having an unhealthy amount of pressure put on you to either try to get into the gifted spot or to prove you deserve that gifted spot. Either way you don't get the resources you need because your school is more focused on trying to measure your potential for intelligence than on effectively teaching you and supporting you

It's an extremely fucked up system and we should talk about it and how it absolutely shouldn't exist

ohhhhh I get it now. the "gifted kid" discourse exists because people see it fundamentally as a sign of Privilege and not as a largely meaningless category that puffs up weird children before setting them up for the same unremarkable lives as everyone else; thus they interpret people going "the educational system gave me false expectations before ultimately abandoning me to the same heartless world as everyone else" as "why am I, The Main Character, not getting everything I ever wanted."

[alexythimya]

once again thinking about the teacher who apparently told last years advanced 7th grade that they were doing 9th/10th grade math and also told them that when they were solving equations eg x + 3 = 10 that they could do the algebraic manipulation if they wanted to but they didn't need to if they just knew which is. such bad practice like we love building habits we love communicating what we're doing

thus making me have a conversation with a now 8th grader, probably still in advanced math, who was visiting us where i asked him to show his work and not only did he not know what i meant but he then tried to be like oh like 7 + 3 = 10? do you mean that? like even the advanced kids are being left to flounder

[solxamber]

Receiving Gifts on White Day with: Ignihyde

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(platonic ortho)

Idia Shroud

The door opens to reveal... nothing.

Then—slowly—a mechanical arm extends from the shadows, shoving a perfectly wrapped box into your hands before retracting at the speed of light.

“…Idia?”

There is a long silence.

Then, from around the corner:

“…H-Hey.”

You step outside to find Idia lurking behind the wall, hood up, head down from pure social anxiety. He refuses to meet your eyes.

“…Are you hiding?”

“Nooooo,” he drawls, clearly lying.

You sigh and open the box. Inside, you find an incredible assortment of sweets, each one so ridiculously precise that you know he used some kind of advanced tech to make them.

“These are amazing,” you say honestly, popping one into your mouth. “How’d you make them?”

Idia fidgets. “Um. Okay, so. Technically I made Ortho do the physical assembly part because precision is kinda important for confectionery, but like, I supervised the whole process and—uh—calculated the best temperature and consistency for each—”

“Idia.” You grin, stepping closer. “You researched candy science for me?”

His hair immediately flares pink.

“W-WHAT? NO. SHUT UP.”

Before he can bolt, you grab his hoodie and pull him in for a quick kiss.

He short-circuits.

“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips, grinning.

His soul leaves his body.

Ortho Shroud

Your doorbell rings. When you open it, you are met with Ortho—floating midair with a perfectly wrapped gift box in his hands.

“Good morning!” he chirps. “Happy White Day!”

You blink. “Ortho? This is for me?”

He nods enthusiastically. “Yep! I synthesized special data to determine what kind of sweets you’d like most, and then I custom-programmed the cooking process to create the ultimate White Day treat!”

You open the box and find an absolutely stunning array of confections—flawless in every way.

“…Ortho, these look incredible.”

Ortho beams. “I optimized the process to ensure they’d be both aesthetically pleasing and delicious! Plus, I made sure to use the highest quality ingredients possible for maximum flavor and texture satisfaction!”

You grin. “This is amazing. Thank you so much, Ortho.”

He tilts his head. “No problem! You’re one of my favorite people, so I wanted to make sure you got something extra special!”

Your heart melts.

Then, Ortho suddenly perks up. “Oh! And if anyone tries to give you subpar White Day gifts, let me know! I can issue a gentle warning.”

You squint. “Ortho. What kind of warning.”

Ortho smiles innocently. “Just a little reminder that inferior gifts are unacceptable.”

….You have concerns.

Masterlist

[reasonsforhope]

"When considering the great victories of America’s conservationists, we tend to think of the sights and landscapes emblematic of the West, but there’s also a rich history of acknowledging the value of the wetlands of America’s south.

These include such vibrant ecosystems as the Everglades, the Great Dismal Swamp, the floodplains of the Congaree River, and “America’s Amazon” also known as the “Land Between the Rivers”—recently preserved forever thanks to generous donors and work by the Nature Conservancy (TNC).

With what the TNC described as an “unprecedented gift,” 8,000 acres of pristine wetlands where the Alabama and Tombigbee Rivers join, known as the Mobile Delta, were purchased for the purpose of conservation for $15 million. The owners chose to sell to TNC rather than to the timber industry which planned to log in the location.

“This is one of the most important conservation victories that we’ve ever been a part of,” said Mitch Reid, state director for The Nature Conservancy in Alabama.

The area is filled with oxbow lakes, creeks, and swamps alongside the rivers, and they’re home to so many species that it ranks as one of the most biodiverse ecosystems on Earth, such that Reid often jokes that while it has rightfully earned the moniker “America’s Amazon” the Amazon should seriously consider using the moniker “South America’s Mobile.”

“This tract represents the largest remaining block of land that we can protect in the Mobile-Tensaw Delta. First and foremost, TNC is doing this work for our fellow Alabamians who rightly pride themselves on their relationship with the outdoors,” said Reid, who told Advance Local that it can connect with other protected lands to the north, in an area called the Red Hills.

“Conservation lands in the Delta positions it as an anchor in a corridor of protected lands stretching from the Gulf of Mexico to the Appalachian Mountains and has long been a priority in TNC’s ongoing efforts to establish resilient and connected landscapes across the region.”

At the moment, no management plan has been sketched out, but TNC believes it must allow the public to use it for recreation as much as possible.

The money for the purchase was provided by a government grant and a generous, anonymous donor, along with $5.2 million from the Holdfast Collective—the conservation funding body of Patagonia outfitters."

Video via Mobile Bay National Estuary Program, August 7, 2020

Article via Good News Network, February 14, 2024

[melopsittacusundulatus]

I was gifted. I got perfect or near perfect scores on state tests regularly. You know what those tests didn't tell them? The fact that I had no friends. The fact that I couldn't complete an assignment to save my life. The fact that I would literally cry in class out of frustration because I was watching the other kids do what I couldn't with zero effort on their part and I didn't understand why it was so easy for them. But I was gifted so I didn't need help. I got high test scores so I was denied a child study, let alone accommodations. Never mind the ADHD diagnosis when I was 13 that my mom pursued because she KNEW something was wrong. I was gifted, so any failures were my own fault because I knew better. Even when I didn't.

people misunderstand what ‘gifted kid’ actually means but it’s ok it’s fine it’s cool it’s good

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Musk steals a billion dollars from low-income Americans and sends it to Intuit

I'm about to leave for a 20+ city book tour for my new novel PICKS AND SHOVELS. Catch me on Feb 14 in BOSTON for FREE at BOSKONE , and on Feb 15 for a virtual event with YANIS VAROUFAKIS. More tour dates here.

Let me tell you about the most wasteful US federal government spending I know about. It's a humdinger. You and everyone you know are mired in it for weeks, or perhaps months, every year. It will cost you, personally, thousands of dollars over your lifetime. I'm talking about filing your taxes.

Not paying your taxes. Paying your taxes is fine. It keeps the country running, though not because the government needs our "tax dollars" to pay for things. The government annihilates the money it taxes away from us, and creates new money to pay for programs. The USA needs US citizens' dollars to build highways the same way Starbucks needs its Starbucks gift cards to make lattes – that is, not at all:

https://theglobepost.com/2019/03/28/stephanie-kelton-mmt/

I'm talking about filing your taxes. In nearly every case, a tax return contains a bunch of things the IRS already knows: how much interest your bank paid you, how much your employer paid you, how many kids you have, etc etc. Nearly everyone who pays a tax-prep place or website to file their tax return is just sending data to the IRS that the IRS already has. This is insanely wasteful.

In most other "advanced" countries (and in plenty of poorer countries, too), the tax authority fills in your tax return for you and mails it to you at tax-time. If it looks good to you, you just sign the bottom and send it back. If there are mistakes, you can correct them. You can also just drop it in the shredder and hire an accountant to do your taxes for you, if, for example, you run a small business, or are self-employed, or have other complex tax needs. A tiny minority of tax filers fall into that bucket, and they keep the tax-prep industry in other countries alive, albeit in a much smaller form than in the USA.

In the US, we have a duopoly of two gigantic tax-prep outfits: H&R Block, and Intuit, owners of Turbotax. These companies make billions from low-income, working Americans every year, charging them to format a bunch of information the IRS already has, and then sending it to the IRS on their behalf. These companies lobbied like crazy for the right to tax you when you pay your taxes.

In 2003, it looked like the IRS would start sending Americans pre-completed returns, so H&R Block and Turbotax went into lobbying overdrive, whipping up a "public private partnership" called the "Free File Alliance," that promised to do free tax prep for most Americans. But once the threat of IRS free filing was killed, they turned Free File into a sick joke. Americans who tried to use Free File were fraudulently channeled into filing products that cost money – sometimes hundreds of dollars – to use, a fact that was only revealed after the taxpayer had spent hours keying in their information. Free File sites were also used to peddle unrelated financial products to tax filers, with deceptive language that implied that buying these services was needed to file your return:

https://www.propublica.org/article/inside-turbotax-20-year-fight-to-stop-americans-from-filing-their-taxes-for-free

The big winner from the Free File scam was Intuit, which bought Turbotax in 1993. They made about one billion dollars per year ripping off Americans they'd promised to file free tax returns for. After outstanding work by Propublica, lawmakers and the IRS were finally pressured to create an IRS-based free filing service that would cut Intuit out of the loop. Intuit went on a lobbying blitz without parallel, giving out $3.5m in bribes in 2022 in a bid to kill the Treasury Department's study of a free filing service:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/20/turbotaxed/#counter-intuit

In 2022, nearly every US state attorney general settled their lawsuits against Intuit for the Turbotax ripoff, bringing in $141m:

https://www.agturbotaxsettlement.com/Home/portalid/0

In 2023, the FTC won a case against Intuit over the scam:

https://www.ftc.gov/business-guidance/blog/2023/09/nine-takeaways-initial-decision-intuit-turbotax-action

But Intut was undeterred. They came back in 2023 with a campaign to say that ripping off American tax-filers was antiracist and anyone who wanted the IRS to make filing free was, therefore, a racist:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/27/predatory-inclusion/#equal-opportunity-scammers

Strangely, no one bought that one. By May, 2023 the IRS had announced its own, in-house free file program:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/05/17/free-as-in-freefile/#tell-me-something-i-dont-know

Now, no one is forcing you to use this program. Do you have a family accountant that your grandparents started using in the Eisenhower administration? Just keep going to them. Do you like using Turbotax? Keep using it! Wanna do your own taxes? Here's the forms:

https://www.irs.gov/pub/irs-pdf/f1040s.pdf

But if you want to file your taxes for free, and you earn $125,000/year or less, here's the IRS's service:

https://www.irs.gov/filing/irs-direct-file-for-free

Better use it quick, though. Elon Musk has just announced that he's killing it. Yeah, I know, no one elected him. That doesn't seem to matter to anyone, least of all Democrats on the Hill, who are still showing up for work every day and trying to engender a "spirit of comity" rather than screaming and throwing eggs:

https://apnews.com/article/irs-direct-file-musk-18f-6a4dc35a92f9f29c310721af53f58b16

Musk called IRS free file a "far left" program and announced that he had "deleted it." By the way, the median Trump voter's income is about $72k, meaning more than half of Trump voters qualified for free file:

https://fivethirtyeight.com/features/the-mythology-of-trumps-working-class-support/

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2025/02/11/doubling-up-on-paperwork/#rip-freefile

Image: Wcamp9 (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Elon_Musk_-_March_28,_2024_%28cropped%29.jpg

CC BY 4.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/deed.en

[seat-safety-switch]

Humanity's greatest achievement, the talking cookie jar, was callously discarded by a so-called "advancing civilization." I ask you now, are you happier now than you were when you had a cartoon dolphin in your kitchen? One that made an ear-piercing screech whenever you pulled its head open to retrieve a Famous Amos? It's time to get back to cookie jars.

Invented in 1491 by a rogue team of Chinese scientists who were looking for a place to safely store the cookies that they had invented the year before, the cookie jar promptly became a mainstay of every home. And then pretty much nothing happened for about another five hundred years, until talking cookie jar technology appeared.

It may seem hard to believe now, seated in the immeasurable comfort of modern-day technology like vtubers and even ztubers, but at the time, sticking a greeting-card noisemaker into a novelty piece of plastic was the only way to get a gift for your weird aunt that she wouldn't immediately smash on the floor and call your dad out for his many crimes against humanity. You had to be there, I guess.

Nowadays, scant few of these artifacts still remain, purged in humanity's rush to recycle old electronics. Perhaps there was also an element of fear around the unhealthy nature of leaving a baked good out in the bare air, tempting you to devour them whenever you entered the kitchen. Cookies themselves are as popular as ever, but we prefer to eat them directly from the package, in secret, away from the judgmental eyes of family members.

There is hope, however. With today's technology, cookie jars can once again talk. And not just that: they can feel. We've inserted a bio-synthetic machine sentience into every single one of these Garfield® cookie jars. It knows your schedule. It knows your diet. It passes judgment on you. And, critically, you are not allowed to recycle it under United Nations law, because we programmed it to feel pain. You can pick one up at your local K-Mart for sixty bucks plus tax. Makes a great gift for your weird aunt.

[itertarot]

Quick Tarot Reading | Career

Which Career is the right for you?

Pick a color

One/Black:

My dear pile 1, the ideal profession for you involves teamwork, long-term goals, hierarchy, tradition, creativity, hands-on work, effort, leadership, and rewards for your dedication. You would excel in corporate roles that require planning, meetings, teamwork, and opportunities for career advancement.

- Manager

- Analyst

- Marketing Specialist/Manager

- Director

- Consultant

- Coordinator

Two/Red:

My dear pile 2, the ideal professions for you fall into two distinct groups. The first group involves a strong need to handle conflicts and bring healing. In this case, the ideal professions are:

- Psychiatrist

- Psychologist

- Therapist

- Any profession focused on bringing peace of mind and emotional well-being to those in need.

The second group is highly creative, with extensive talent in the fields of performance and creation. Here, the ideal professions are:

- Theater (actor, director, writer, etc.)

- Cinema (filmmaker, writer, actor, etc.)

Three/Yellow:

You were born to be self-employed, my dear pile 3. The ideal profession for you is one where you are your own boss. You thrive on challenges and need ample space to showcase and exercise your natural creativity. As a born leader, you are destined to carve your own path.

The perfect fit for you is:

- Entrepreneur

Whether it’s starting your own business, launching innovative projects, or leading ventures, entrepreneurship allows you to harness your leadership skills, creativity, and independence to achieve greatness.

Four/Green:

You have a unique gift for bringing new life into what seems lost and destined for failure. You take what is no longer working and transform it into something solid and beautiful. Your ideal profession will bring you great fortune because you bring abundance to everything you touch.

- Restructuring/Restoration Specialist

- Mentor

- Working with NGOs or creating content (like those popupar channels) that earn significant income by helping those in need.

- Entrepreneur who revives failing businesses or properties (e.g., buying bankrupt companies or rundown houses, restoring them, and selling them for profit, like Windy City Rehab Program).

Five/Pink:

My dear pile 5, you are the pile of influencers and trendsetters! Some of you will shine brightly in the world of communication, especially through video content creation. Others will thrive in the beauty industry, whether by working in or owning your own beauty clinic. Additionally, some of you will excel in the fashion world, working with clothing and dictating trends. A few of you may even find yourselves collaborating with luxury brands and luxury bags.

- Content Creator/Influencer

- Beauty Specialist (esthetician, makeup artist, or owning a beauty clinic)

- Fashion Professional (stylist, designer, or trend forecaster)

- Luxury Brand Collaborator (working with or representing high-end brands)

[siredtoelijah44]

Teacher's Pet - Elijah Mikaelson (18+)

warnings: teacher x student relationship, age gap (everyone's 18), daddy kink, innocence kink, hints of corruption kink, fingering, oral (f!receiving), I think that's all lmk if I missed something

a/n: uhh this is my first real full length smut so sorry if it sucks and don't date your teachers irl

word count: 3497

Elijah stood at the front of the classroom. He knew his students were bored. It was a typical occurrence during his class. He was well aware history bored them, especially this particular group. They were almost at the end of their education in the Salvatore School for the Young and Gifted. Most of them couldn’t be more excited. 

The weather had finally warmed back up. The quad had been full of students basking in the sunshine all week. It was Friday and Elijah knew the only thing on everyone’s minds was getting out of class for the weekend. This was his last class of the day too. 

But there was a particular student who’s wandering mind caught his attention. Her. 

She always paid attention in his class. Her hand was always up when he asked questions and she nodded along during his lectures. So it was unusual for her to be so quiet. Her gaze was fixed on the window behind Elijah and he wondered why. 

She was his best student. His sweetest student too. She was in the older bunch of kids still at the school because she had nowhere else to go. So the headmaster – Alaric Saltzman – had arranged for a sort of ‘college’ program. This way the students who aged out of high school weren’t completely on their own after graduation. 

She was one of those students. She had been adopted by parents who knew nothing of the supernatural world only to find out their new daughter was a werewolf. The Salvatore School had been designed to help kids like her who had nowhere else to go. And she hadn’t even triggered her curse until she was 17 so she’d only been in the world of vampires, witches and werewolves for two years. Hence she stayed. 

And all her friends were here. The Saltzman twins weren’t leaving any time soon. And Elijah’s niece, Hope, split her time between Mystic Falls and New Orleans. 

Elijah had become fond of her over the months. She was a curious girl and it was reflected in the sheer participation in his class. She was in one of his advanced history of the supernatural classes for the older kids. She wasn’t required to take any more classes, but she did. And Elijah often found her in his office looking for more books and mind bubbling with questions. 

That was why her blank stare concerned him. So as class ended he decided to do something about it. As students filed out of his classroom he approached her desk. She was still packing up her things. 

“Is everything alright?” he inquired, pulling her from her own thoughts. 

She looked up at him, clearing her throat. “Y-yeah.” It didn’t sound very convincing and the look on his face told her he didn’t believe her for a second. “I just… I haven’t been sleeping great,” she finally admitted. 

He nodded. “Nightmares?” 

She shook her head. “No, just… just weird dreams.” 

He arched an eyebrow as he looked down at her. “You know you can talk to me,” he said gently. He had an open door policy for all his students. If they needed something they could come to him, but it was different with her. She’d spent far more time with him than any of his other students. 

She sighed softly. “I know, but it’s weird, Elijah.”

He smiled to himself. It had taken a while to finally convince her that she was allowed to call him Elijah and not Mr. Mikaelson. Most teachers at the school were called by first names. It was a tight knit environment. 

“Weird or not, I’m a good listener.” 

“I know you are.” A soft smile graced her lips as she looked up at him. 

✦

It had taken a few more days before she was finally willing to tell him what was going on. 

It was Sunday afternoon when she slipped into his ‘office’. Nearly everyone was either outside in the quad or off campus for the sunny afternoon. Alaric had taken some of the younger students on an outing, so the school was quiet. 

He heard her footsteps long before she opened his door. He continued reading the page he was on of his book until she finally sat down on the chair opposite of him. His office was cozy. He lived in a building that had been added on to the Salvatore property for the students. His office was there. He was sitting on the chair near his bookshelf. 

She cleared her throat. 

“What is it that I can do for you?” he asked, marking his page before setting the book down. 

“I just wanted to talk,” she murmured. He nodded. He’d assumed she’d wind up coming to talk to him sooner than later. She always did. She came to him for anything and everything, from boy problems to needing a hug when she was sad. 

“Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah… it’s just about the other day,” she said quietly. She seemed more nervous than normal around him. “Those dreams I’ve been having. This is going to sound really stupid but…”

He smiled gently. “You can tell me.” 

She sighed heavily. “When I wake up from… from the dreams,” she hesitated. He noticed the way she fiddled with her bracelet, a nervous habit of hers. “I’m all hot and achy.” 

His eyebrows shot up at her words. Hot and achy. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way her words affected him. He’d always found her beautiful but it was off limits. She was a student, barely 19. He was old enough to be her great great great, and a few more greats, grandfather. 

“Is that what being turned on feels like?” she asked. 

Elijah felt like he was going to have a heart attack. “Darling… I don’t think I’m the person you should be asking about this,” he said, his voice shakier than he would’ve liked. It was rare someone caught him off guard but her words had done the drink. 

“I know but… it’s way too embarrassing to admit to my friends that… that I don’t actually know what sex is.” 

He finally met her eyes again. “You… you don’t?” His voice was tight. 

She shook her head. “My parents um they were really religious.” 

He nodded as he understood where she was coming from. He had seen all sorts of things over the years. He’d been alive during times when sex was never discussed, especially amongst women. But it surprised him to know that a girl her age in this time didn't know anything about sex. She was innocent but the thoughts running through his head were anything but. 

“Well then I suppose, yes, I… I would consider what you described to me as being aroused.” 

She bit the inside of her cheek as she looked at him. “I’ve tried everything to make it stop,” she whispered. “Hope made me a sleeping potion a-and I’ve even been trying Lizzie’s silly yoga routine but nothing helps.”

He couldn’t tell if she was just trying to get a rise out of him or if she was genuinely this clueless. “Oh darling, that’s not a solution,” he said softly. In fact he’d argue that ignoring it was going to make it worse for the poor girl. “It’s necessary to… release these desires.” 

He watched her face carefully after those words. She immediately averted her eyes “I-I shouldn’t have brought it up,” she squeaked out, clearly embarrassed by the thoughts of ‘releasing these desires’. 

“There’s no need to get shy all of the sudden,” he said. “We’re far beyond that, aren’t we?” 

She looked back up at him. “I told you it was stupid and weird–”

He cut her off. “It’s not stupid or weird. It’s completely natural, my dear. Everyone experiences some degree of arousal. And these dreams are also normal. Many people have… night time fantasies.” 

Her mind had immediately gone to the idea that Elijah had nighttime fantasies. He’d gotten the impression her mind was wandering as her eyes widened. He chuckles softly. She was so innocent it was adorable. 

“Are these dreams about me?” he asked bluntly. 

She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again. She repeated the action a few more times before she managed to find her words. “I-I… why… why would you… how did you…” she stumbled over her thoughts. “Yes,” was the final, quiet admission. 

He nodded. “Is this why you’ve been so distracted in my class, darling?” 

He watched her teeth sink into her bottom lip before nodding. “Yeah…” 

His lips curled into a taunting little smile. “And you came to me because what? You wanted me to help you, isn’t that right? Teach you?”

“I didn’t know who else to ask!” she protested. But she had come to him. She’d inadvertently told him she’d been fantasizing about him in her dreams, only to wake up aching. She didn’t know how to handle her desires or what it all really meant, so she’d turned to the one person she trusted with it. And the source of all her problems. 

A soft, nearly condescending, laugh left his lips. “Don’t lie to me. You wanted to know if I would take care of you. If I could fix that little ache between your thighs.” A flip had switched in him the second she’d finally admitted she’d been thinking about it. It wasn’t just him who’d been fantasizing. “You want me to make that feeling go away, don’t you?”

Her skin heated up as she digested his words. She’d never heard him talk like this. “Maybe,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. 

“All you had to do was ask, silly girl.” He stood from his chair, stepping towards her. She had to tilt her head back to look at him as he approached her. “Instead you made this harder than necessary by playing games with me.” 

She swallowed thickly, her mouth suddenly feeling dry. “I’m sorry,” she instinctively apologized as he towered over her. His fingers pressed under her chin to keep her looking at him. 

“Hm.” He looked her up and down. “I’ll accept your apology under one condition – you tell me exactly what you want from me.”

The thought of admitting she desired him was embarrassing, especially because she was so inexperienced. She didn’t know what she was asking for. She just wanted him to make it all feel better however he could. “I want… I want you to make the ache go away.” Her admission was quiet. 

“You can do better than that, darling.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. She felt flushed and she could feel her heart stuttering against her ribcage. “I want you t-to touch me. I want to know what it feels like when someone touches you like that.” 

“Better,” he hummed. His fingers ghosted across her jawline, down her neck, making a shiver run through her body. He smiled at her reaction. “I’ll take care of you.” 

Her eyes widened as he sank to his knees in front of her. “E-Elijah–”

He cut her off, tutting softly. “When I take care of you, no calling me Elijah,” he said, his voice more commanding than usual. “Daddy or sir only. Understood?” 

She nodded. 

He clicked his tongue again. “I asked you a question. I expect you to answer with words.” 

“Y-yes, I understand.” 

His eyebrow raised. “Yes, I understand…?”

“Yes, I understand, daddy.” Her skin felt like it was on fire from the combination of embarrassment and arousal. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She’d come to him in a moment of weakness. Perhaps deep down – like he’s suggested – she’d come to him because she wanted this to happen. But it was overwhelming. This whole thing was completely new to her. No one had ever touched her. Hell, she’d only ever been kissed once. 

“Good girl,” he cooed, “you’re learning quick.” 

He leaned up to press his lips against hers. Her lips against his were clumsy at first. She didn’t know what to do with herself as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, but eventually the fell into a delicate rhythm. Her lips were soft against his. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He was breaking so many rules but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when she’d showed up in his office in that little skirt, telling him she was having wet dreams. 

I wake up all hot and achy. Is that what being turned on feels like? The question had been so innocent, despite the subject. Her eyes had been wide with curiosity he was familiar with. She’d asked it just like she’d ask him any other question about history. The words had shot straight through his body, making his blood rush south. 

Now with her lips against his, he was finally giving in. He couldn’t stop now. He was in too deep. He needed to be the one to touch her. She’d admitted to being untouched and he needed to be the one to ruin her innocence. He couldn’t imagine some boy having his hands all over her pretty little body. The thought made something ugly rear its head in him. She deserved better than some fumbling boy to be her first time. She deserved someone who could actually make her feel good. He’d make her feel good. 

Her lips were swollen from his kisses as he pulled away and glistening with spit, as her breath came out in soft puffs. She already looked like a wreck and all he’d done was kiss her. He couldn’t wait to see how pretty she looked once he got his hands on what he really wanted. 

He kissed down her neck, letting his teeth graze lightly over the skin. But he didn’t let his lips linger long enough to leave obvious marks. He didn’t need anyone questioning how she’d ended up with love bites all over her neck so he resisted the urge to mark her as his. He’d do it in other ways. 

Elijah slipped his fingers under her shirt, feeling the smooth expanse of her stomach. He pulled his lips away from her skin long enough to ask, “can I take this off?” 

She nodded but remembered his earlier words. “Yes, Eli–” she was quick to correct herself. “Yes, daddy.” 

He smiled. She lifted her arms up to help him peel her shirt off, leaving her in only her bra. “Such a pretty girl,” he cooed. His gaze was heated. His hands left fire in their wake as he gently traced down from her collarbone to her breasts. 

He didn’t bother to take her bra all the way off. He just pulled the cups down, revealing her already hardened nipples to his gaze. Elijah ran his fingers over the hardened buds. He watched her face intently, noticing each expression she made as he explored her body. She seemed particularly fond of the way he was playing with her nipples. 

“Oh–” she gasped as he took one into his mouth, tongue swirling around. Each sound, each twitch of her body only spurred him on. And each flick of his tongue, each pinch of his fingers had her arching her back further into his touch as little noises escaped her swollen lips. 

Once he’d gotten his fill, he pulled away, admiring the way her skin glistened with his spit. He’d even left little marks across her tits. A reminder of him where no one else but her could see. 

Lips trailed down her stomach now, tracing the smooth skin until he reached the waistband of her skirt. His fingers worked quickly on the zipper and pulled the fabric down her legs. It was tossed to the side as he focused on what he really wanted. 

His hands were warm against her skin as he pried her thighs apart. He could smell her arousal clearly once her legs were spread. She was wearing heart covered panties. Cute, he thought. But Elijah had to bite back a groan as he saw the wet spot. She’d completely soaked through the fabric. 

She mewled softly as his finger brushed over the wetness. He looked up at her face, enjoying the way her face pinched up as he teased her through the fabric. But he couldn’t tease her for long. No, he was just as desperate as she was. 

Her panties were quickly discarded. She felt so bare but the way Elijah looked at her made her feel better. He was looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

He groaned as he finally got a glimpse of her. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “Look at this pretty little pussy. She’s dripping for me, princess.” 

Her cheeks burned at his crass words. She’d never heard Elijah talk like this before. She was going to say something but he stole the breath from her lungs as he ran a finger through her folds. An embarrassingly high pitched noise escaped her lips. 

Elijah only wanted to pull more pretty sounds from her. He ghosted a finger over her clit before leaning in to flick his tongue across the sensitive bud. Her thighs instinctively tried to close around his head, the pleasure overwhelming. But he gripped her thighs tightly to keep the spread for him. He wanted to devour her. And he did. 

He explored her with his tongue, taking mental note of what made her react the most. He focused his attention on her clit. He loved the way she moaned and tried to squirm as he did. But he still wasn’t satisfied. He was greedy.

A finger prodded at her entrance, gently pushing it in. He relished in the tightness of her pussy, the way she clenched around just one finger. He curled it, pumping it in and out until he found that spongy spot inside her that had her toes curling. 

He pulled his mouth off her. “Have you ever touched yourself like this?” he asked, looking up at her from his spot between her thighs. 

She shook her head. “N-no, daddy.” 

“Never?” he curled his finger again. “You’ve never rubbed your clit? Never put your fingers inside this pretty pussy?” 

His words sent heat through her body. She was tense, clenching around his finger again. She was overwhelmed in every way possible. And the feeling in her tummy was only growing – like a knot being wound, tighter and tighter with each touch. 

“Never,” she finally managed to choke out a response. 

“You’ve never come?” 

“No.” 

He was even more determined now. He redoubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth. He needed her to come. He needed to be the first one to ever make her reach that high. He’d ruin her for anyone else. 

Soon enough, her moans were increasing in frequency. Nearly every touch had her crying out for him. He knew she was close. He kept up his pace, never faltering for a moment. Not even as she tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensations. 

“Just let go for me, princess,” he murmured against her skin. 

He curled his finger just right, his tongue flicking across her sensitive bud in tandem. It sent her over the edge. The knot in her stomach snapped, her toes curled and that warm, euphoric feeling spread through her body. It made her legs shake and then her body went limp. 

Elijah worked her through the aftershocks of her very first orgasm, bringing her down gently. He pulled away, sucking her juices off his finger. He squeezed her thigh gently.

She looked like a wreck, slumped in his chair with her eyes half lidded and hazy. Her hair was mussed up.

“Good girl,” he praised her softly. “Did so good for me, darling.”

She smiled weakly. “Thank you, daddy,” she murmured. 

He picked up her discarded clothing. He put each item back on her body, redressing her with care. He tried to smooth out her messy hair but it was clear what had just happened. Elijah pulled her from the chair to sit in his lap. He was still uncomfortably hard but he didn’t want to go there yet. She was still so innocent, completely new at this. 

As she curled up in his lap, she watched the way he adjusted himself in his trousers. She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.

“Don’t worry about that, love,” he whispered, pressing his lips against her forehead. “That’s for another time.” 

“Another time?” she couldn't help the hopefulness in her voice at the idea of doing this again. 

Elijah chuckled softly. “Did you think once would be enough?” 

“I dunno.” 

He smiled, kissing her forehead again. “Not a chance. You’re mine now darling, so you come to me when you feel achy again, okay?” 

“Okay,” she nodded, her head resting back down on his shoulder. 

“Good. Now rest.”

[kaurwreck]

I think you're right that it's significant, and I think Mori is clever to recognize that Akutagawa is a rook.

Like a rook, Akutagawa is powerful, but generally contained and often undercut by his predictability. However, because he's keenly aware of his own constraints, and because others often aren't (especially regarding variables they've internalized as known), he's able to play into and against his own predictability to paradoxically surprise them.

He moves within the confines of his rigidity to shape outcomes, sometimes more effectively than his more dynamic opponents and peers. Rooks do that too, if you let them.

Me, knowing nothing about chess, probably overthinking the significance of referencing akutagawa in this scene, but is going to look it up later anyways

[contemplatingoutlander]

Trump might become the most pro-illegal immigration president ever

The president is rapidly turning legal immigrants into illegal ones.

"Those obeying the law are, alas, low-hanging fruit. Hunting down actual criminals is hard. With arrest quotas to meet, it’s easier for agents to 'catch' immigrants who voluntarily tell them where they live and show up to government appointments as required."

—Catherine Rampell, opinion columnist, The Washington Post (May 30, 2025)

Catherine Rampell turns Trump's immigration policy on his head by claiming he is actually a "pro-illegal immigration president." This is a gift 🎁 link, so there is no paywall. Below are some excerpts.

You might not have noticed it, but last week the number of undocumented immigrants in the United States surged by 350,000.

Don’t worry, an army of gangbangers and other criminals didn’t charge the border. Rather, President Donald Trump simply decided to turn 350,000 legal immigrants into illegal ones.

Trump has been fearmongering about an “invasion” of unauthorized immigrants for years. Since retaking the White House, he has attempted to manifest those fever dreams into reality through a “de-documentation” campaign. This is not an immigration agenda that targets criminals; it’s one that criminalizes immigrants who have followed the law, by stripping them of their existing visas and work permits. [color emphasis added]

The 350,000 people de-documented last week are Venezuelans who had permission to live and work in the United States — subject to screening and other conditions — under a program known as temporary protected status. TPS was created in 1990 to shield immigrants from countries experiencing war or other catastrophes that make it unsafe for them to return home. [...] Alas, to Trump, every (non-White) immigrant is a threat.... Aaron Reichlin-Melnick, a senior fellow at the American Immigration Council, called this development “the single largest mass-illegalization event in U.S. history."

Venezuelans are not Trump’s only target. This month, the administration also revoked temporary protected status for more than 9,000 Afghans.... Many had assisted the U.S. military at great personal risk. They will become vulnerable to deportation in[...] Trump sometimes insists he supports immigration so long as it happens legally.... But in fact, he has revoked the legal status of roughly 500,000 people from Cuba, Haiti, Nicaragua and Venezuela who came into the United States during the Biden administration with advanced legal permission (and an American sponsor!).

[arbitrarykiwi]

Hii!! It’s my birthday soon (feb 17th to be exact 🌝) so i was wondering if you could do a nam-gyu x reader x thanos imagine where it’s readers birthday and they go all out, wanting her to have a special birthday

The Happiest of Birthdays!

OMG!!!! HAPPY (early when I’m posting this) BIRTHDAY!!! you've quite literally been with my lil page since the start so I had to quickly whip something up!!! I wanted to touch base on how they would go about the entire day of the readers birthday so I cooked up some various things to discuss!! I also had someone request a thangyu themed birthday smut sooooo that will also be coming down the line >:)

Warnings: sfw, mention of weed/smoking, probably definitely ooc nam-gyu and thanos

While Thanos and Nam-Gyu both have their own likes and dislikes about their own birthdays- one things for certain they LOVE your birthday. They both will coordinate, saving months in advance to pull money together to spoil you on your special day (one of the few times they can work together and not against each other).

Thanos and Nam-Gyu both have multiple reminders in their phones about your birthday, they plan weeks in advance to know what they’re going to do for you as a celebration, and they love spoiling you! Over the years they learned that working together as much as they can on your birthday is the best- the times that they didn’t work together led to many duplicate gifts and many double reservations at the same restaurant. It’s what happens when great minds think alike and you’re so easy to buy for!!!

Nam-gyu is the type of guy to have an alarm set at 12am the day of your birthday to be one of the first ones to text you or tell you ‘happy birthday’. Thanos tries to do it too- wanting to beat Nam-Gyu at being the first to text you, but he always sleeps through his alarms. Nam-gyu also remembers the time you were born so the initial 12am birthday wishes are always followed by a ‘even though it’s not technically your birthday yet’

Thanos definitely gets a little upset that Nam-Gyu always seems to text you or tell you happy birthday first. Thanos always falls asleep right before 12am or is asleep in your arms, drooling on your chest before 12am. He sets alarms like Nam-Gyu but he always sleeps through them, he swears that his phone alarms don’t work (even though they do, and you often suffer the consequences of the blaring ship horn and flashing light that he has programmed as his phone alarm)

Let’s be real- they never text you happy birthday anyway. They’re always with you the day before and the day of your birthday (and probably the day after too) The day before your birthday, you’ll probably all find yourself in bed smoking a blunt, watching TV. Thanos is half asleep curled up by your side, nodding off every so often-he can’t help it when your thighs are so comfy. You are also half asleep, eyes fluttering shut then snapping open when the show you three were watching got too loud. Nam-gyu has his arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side where you belong, kissing your head every time he passes you the blunt- he’s gotta spoil the (soon to be) birthday girl as much as he can.

When 12am strikes, Nam-Gyu is waking you up suddenly from your moment dozing off with a kiss to your cheek, mumbling a “happy birthday, pretty” into your skin. You can’t help but to giggle and blink open your eyes sleepily, turning to him. Your hands reach up to cup his cheeks and pull him in for a proper kiss. It’s slow, sweet and lazy. The movement and rustling of the sheets would inevitably wake up Thanos who is whining and nipping at your thigh, annoyed Nam-Gyu yet again, got to wish you happy birthday before him. You giggle, pulling away from Nam-gyu, turning to meet Thanos who’s sitting up to meet your lips in a kiss, one hand coming to the back of your head to cradle you and deepen the kiss despite you giggling against his lips. When he pulls away, the purple haired male is mumbling a “happy birthday, my beautiful flower” against your lips.

They also make it a tradition to make sure flowers are the first thing you see when they wake up. You’re the birthday girl- you get to sleep in! And with it being such a special day, more often than not they’re out of bed before you. They always struggle to get out of the bed and crawl away from the warmth of your touch but they know it’s a sacrifice they must make to make their pretty girl happy!!

One thing about the both of them though- you’re not gonna get any cards from them. Little keepsakes with a small note written on it….maybe. They both have shit handwriting and are horrible when it comes to writing down what they want to say. They’d rather just say it to you. Thanos likes to say cards are far too expensive for what they are (he’s right), that card companies are a scam (again he’s kinda right). Nam-gyu just doesn’t understand the point of them, he thinks you’re gonna read it once then throw it in a drawer that will eventually pile up with other insignificant cards you receive (he’s wrong, you’d cherish anything they gave you).

Nam-gyu always bakes you a birthday cake. He asks you directly what flavor you want and asks you to send him ideas of what you want the design to be. Somehow he executes it perfectly. Whatever design or shape you want- magically makes it happen. You genuinely don’t know how he does it but he has a unique gift for cooking and baking although he adamantly denies he has a talent for either. The catch you have you deal with when Nam-gyu makes your cake (and that’s every year you’re with them) is that you never get to see it early and only see it when it’s brought to the table. As much as you try to fight it, wanting to catch sneak peaks of the inevitable masterpiece of a cake, both Nam-Gyu and Thanos never let you see it before the time of presenting it to you while singing happy birthday because they simply adore capturing the picture of your adorable first reaction to the cake.

Speaking of bringing the cake to you, that’s one of the odd things they trade off doing year to year. It’s one of the strange intricacies they have but you can’t complain. They both love having their own pictures them handing you the cake. They can never get enough of the still images they have of you looking up to them like they hung the moon, mouth hung open or hands covering your mouth in shock, more often than not there’s tears welling in your eyes as you get your first glimpse of the cake Nam-Gyu had expertly crafted and decorated for you. If you don’t go out to eat Nam-gyu will also cook you whatever dinner you want!

On the occasion that you guys do go out to eat. They’d want to take you somewhere super nice. They want to help you pick out the dress, the jewelry, and even take you to get brand new makeup to specifically match your dress. Of course, you don’t pay. They’d sit patiently on your bed and watch you like you hung the moon as you do your makeup. They honestly love watching the whole process from start to finish- they both find it so fascinating. When you’re done and y’all go out and hit the town- they’re showing you off so hard. They know going into the restaurant as the trio you were, you three would get some looks. They lean into it, flaunting you like the prize you are. Nam-gyu would keep one arm wrapped around your back, hand squeezing lightly at your waist and the other hand is palm up, holding your hand to keep you upright while Thanos is kneeling down on the floor of the restaurant lobby to put your heel on his thigh to adjust the strap you minimally complained about- they want the onlookers to know how special you are, so special that you need two men to tend to you, that you’re a goddess to be doted on.

If it’s a year where Nam-Gyu cooks, while Nam-gyu takes care of the cooking, Thanos takes care of the gifts. They spoil you, truly. But more often than not they stick to a larger ‘combined’ gift, a personalized gift from each of them, and a few other little things. Nam-Gyu and Thanos wait till you leave your apartment while they’re both there to discuss their plan of attack. Nam-gyu hates the mall with a vengeance, also hates shopping- that’s why you got Thanos! (Best of both worlds!)- so they will sit together and make a list that Thanos goes out and searches for.

They both prefer to gift you experiences rather than material items because they both say it makes more of a memory. And they’re right. They’ll definitely get you materialistic gifts! But that’s throughout the year! They take you on shopping sprees all the time! (Nam-Gyu doesn’t take you to the mall or in-person stores he takes you on online shopping sprees) Throughout the year they will both work to sneakily try and find out where you want to go. Places on instagram you favorited, posts of cute air bnbs you found online, or even a as far as a city / country you want to go to- they make it happen for your birthday.

They also both post you! Both different in how they do it as always. Thanos normally will compile all the photos he’s taken of you on your birthday and post something at night before the day ends. He always says it’s the perfect way to commemorate your birthday on his social medias. The photos all showcase you, you holding your cake, you sitting across from him at your birthday dinner and smiling all pretty, a picture of your hand in his to showcase the diamond bracelet he got you. He always ends the picture slide show with a photo of him and Nam-gyu kissing your cheek, one of them on either side of you. It’s cute- you can make a slide show of the same picture over the years. It’s a tradition Thanos holds dear. He also doesn’t tag you- he will make the caption the sweetest thing imaginable, post your face twelve times over- but he won’t tag you, he hates that the one time he did you got 200 extra followers, most of which were men who obviously thought you were hot. He already has to share you with Nam-Gyu! He doesn’t want to share with anyone else (besides when he’s posting to brag about his perfect girlfriend).

Nam-Gyu posts a collection of photos he has of you from over the year so he can post it in the morning so you see it on your feed first thing when you open the app. He likes ones where you’re caught off guard, when he comes over to find you asleep on the living room couch or when you’re cooking with him and you’re attention is elsewhere and you’re busy brushing off the flour that Thanos had wiped on the tip of your nose. He also, like Thanos, has a similar picture he posts in the group of photos every year on your birthday. He makes you sit in front of his camera, his free hand not holding your phone to squish your cheeks together. You always end up laughing and that’s his favorite part about it, he captures your wide smile mid laugh. Unlike Thanos though, he tags you in the post- he wants others to see exactly what he has and that no one else (besides Thanos) can have you. He loves going through your requests and denying random guys himself.

It’s all about you on your birthday and that means even late into the night!! When you’re done with the adventures for the day, they’re taking you home and setting up a bath for you- albeit clumsily. They have to have you supervise, making sure they don’t add too many bubbles or overflow the tub. But they add whatever you want into the tub, make sure it’s the perfect temperature and light candles; the whole nine yards. They sit with you in the bathroom so they can roll you a blunt and pass it to you. They hold it up for you so you don’t even have to worry about it getting wet. When you’re done Thanos is grabbing you a towel that they had warming in the dryer. When you step out of the tub, you’re stepping into Nam-Gyu’s arms and he’s wrapping you in the warm embrace of the towel.

Needless today they just adore you and take your birthday as a chance to really show you just how much they appreciate you for putting up with them- everyone knows they’re a handful. But they love their pretty girl so much that they just have to celebrate your birthday in the most over the top ways!!

Hi yall! Sorry for my brief absence I was sick for a bit! But now I’m back! I had to break up the request queue for this special request so hope yall don’t mind 🫶 I’m working on a few more requests at the moment and the next one posted will be the Babydaddy!Nam-gyu x reader smut.

Love yew all! - kiwi