#No it would not be a good method even if both of those things are true which they are not

[draculasstrawhat]

Gonna kick this particular hornets nest, but as someone who has been stringently anti-international-aggression, and broadly anti-war my entire life, the lack of due process here is an additional level of wrong and terrifying.

When Bush and Blair invaded Afghanistan, and later Iraq, those opposed to the war had time to mobilise - both inside our governments and outside of them.

We lost. Our objections were overruled. The violence went ahead, and it was wrong. It was absolutely and unutterably wrong. Despite the fact that, outside of political circles, the war was desperately unpopular (in the UK, at least) it was forced through parliament on a number of fabricated or exaggerated reasons.

So, did due process do anything?

Well, actually, yes. It led, eventually, with the slow grinding sort of way, to Blair’s resignation in 2007, and not-that-indirectly to Labour’s parliamentary defeat in 2010. It was probably instrumental to the Democrat win in America in 2008. It led to a significantly reduced faith in the government among my entire generation, because we had seen them justify the unjustifiable - which I think has been directly responsible for thing like Corbyn’s Labour leadership, and Bernie Sander’s election campaign. And to posts like OPs - a really general sense of “what is the point of you lot?”

And it’s a good question.

And I guess the answer is that the point of them is that one murderous fanatic cannot simply decide to bomb another sovereign state. That one man cannot decide to drag an entire country in to war. That, if that decision is being made, then the case for it - however false, however fraudulent - needs to be argued, as a matter of public record, and the culpability of that decision should rest on more than one pair of shoulders.

Because anything else is tyranny. Anything else places the world at the mercy of a single despot.

I don’t think the US method government is particularly effective, or justified, or righteous. But dear god, it is better than letting one guy drag the world’s only fucking superpower in to a war, without check, balance, or hinderance.

I am against this war, fully and sincerely, and I would be even if it had passed with the joyful approval of the entire American government, with not a single dissenting voice. I would be just as appalled, just as outraged, just as heartbroken.

The world has always known that America does what it damn well pleases, and sod the rest of us, and that has always been frightening - but at least there has been a government with whom we can negotiate, there has been due process, there has been warning.

But this? This sends a message to the world that Trump - not America, but specifically Trump - thinks he can do any damn thing he pleases to any other nation he choses, and that means everyone in the world is living at the whim of an unstable, power-drunk tyrant.

And that is fucking terrifying.

liberals be like he bombed a country…. without congress approval

[darlingdaisyfarm]

TUTORING WITH BENEFITS

Ford science can be sexy Pines

tags: smut, nsfw blurb, Ford x reader, power dynamics??, praise kink, professor Ford, edging, teasing, p in v, private tutoring

inspired by this

the whole afternoon wasted.

knees curled to your chest, arms crossed over untouched notes, that insufferable pout doing all the work. mumbling nonsense about how stupid you were, how the exam would ruin everything. and not once had those pretty hands of yours so much as flipped a page. pure avoidance, obvious even to an idiot. and Stanford Pines, who watched this pathetic loop repeat again and again from behind his journal, had finally run out of patience. the constant whimpering, the muttered “i’m so dumb, i’m never gonna pass” oh he’d had enough.

“if you’ve got enough energy to complain, you’ve got enough energy to try, sweetheart.”

so he guided it out of you, shoving the textbook aside with the back of his hand, pushing both knees apart until you were spread wide open for him.

“question one.” his six fingered hand cradled your jaw. “define thermodynamic equilibrium.”

and the answer, somehow, buried under breath and arousal, came out correct. surprising. a soft smile tugged at his lips. what a smart thing you are. “that brain works just fine,” Ford murmured, and then pushed inside. thick, hot, the stretch deliciously obscene as his cock filled your clenching pussy, pressing right into the soft walls as it belonged nowhere else. your gasp reached his ears and Ford groaned in response, pushing deeper, six fingers grabbed at the coarse hem of his sweater, tugging it up, exposing that line of silver hair trailing down to his hips. oh how you loved it when Ford did that.

he started moving, hips rocking into you. “you feel that? that’s what happens when you focus.”

the next question you got wrong.

immediately, Ford slipped out, slowly but cruel enough to make you whimper in disappoinment. the flushed head dragged right across your throbbing clit, once, twice, sending sharp jolts of unfair pleasure through your whole body. your hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for friction, but his palm pinned your pelvis flat with infuriating ease.

“no, no, not like that.” calmly, he adjusted his glasses with one hand, cock still steady in the other. “don’t worry. we’ll repeat the question until you get it right, sweetheart.”

fortunately, the following attempts earned rewards, sharp answers spilling out of your lips as he fed your desperate pussy back inch by inch, pushing deeper every time, forcing your cunt to make space for him where there was none.

“good, that’s good,” Ford praised, fingers rubbing lazy circles into your trembling thigh while keeping his damn sweater bunched in his fist, half-dressed, fucking you like some private tutor with very. . .questionable methods.

you liked that kind of roleplay though. the idea was hot. Ford thought the same. study hard, fuck harder.

then came another question. you tried, but your mind had already started melting, too busy drowning in how good it felt to be stretched, stuffed and filled to the brim. slick gushed out, your empty pussy squeezing around nothing as he pulled out once more.

punishment was immediate and you gasped. “mmf—Ford, wait—i think—“

“you think?” Ford’s voice rasped, tip poised right against your aching clit. “then answer.”

“it’s. . . mhmm, entropy, ah! it measures disorder. i swear—“

his cock notched back against your soaked entrance. “that’s my brilliant one.” you could swear your eyes had little hearts sparkling behind them when he sank back in, filling you full again, and your pussy greedily welcomeed him tight as you cried out.

and indeed, the only flashcards you needed were the ones he drilled into you, answer by answer, pounding your soaked needy cunt until your walls clenched tighter with every correct response, until your brain was too full of him to hold anything else. just get it right, sweetheart and Ford would fuck you so thoroughly your brain would light up like tesla’s damn tower.

“good, darling, s-so good. you’re almost ready for that test. tomorrow you’ll ace everything,” he groaned, voice slipping too from how tightly and warmly your pussy enveloped him, thrusts snapping hard now, hips slamming flush with wet slaps filling the room.

“p-please, i need the next question, Ford. . .“

and holy multiverse, how Ford smiled at that. he had every intention of ruining your poor pussy before the page even turned.

[nekropsii]

okay i want to hear your opinion on this. out of all the alpha trolls, which one do you think sucks the Worst and which one do you think sucks the least. genuinely curious

Difficult and Vague Question. Could be answered in a whole number of ways. Part of the difficulty in finding an angle in it is that Morality is highly subjective, and also some of the shit the Alpha Trolls get up to is so reprehensible it's astounding. I'm choosing a combined angle of "Worst/Least Difficult to Survive a Conversation with", and "Worst/Least Sucks Traits + Actions". This is because, for the most part, the male Alpha Trolls are generally intended to be Spineless Intolerable Misogynistic Morally Bankrupt Sex Offenders, and the female Alpha Trolls are, for the most part, Chilling.

If someone has an answer for the first question that isn't "Cronus", and that answer doesn't start with "Aside from Cronus", Stop Listening To Them. That's the point of his character. He's a Serial Child Predator, an unrepentant Sex Offender, and a Turbo-Bigot who wants to kill people for being Minorities, he's the correct answer. As far as an answer that excludes Cronus goes, the answer necessarily has to be one of the men, sans Mituna... But really, it depends on what crimes you personally can stand less that day, or which kind of guy you specifically have more trauma about. Lol. Cronus, Rufioh, Kankri, Horuss, and Kurloz are all insanely evil men in different ways. Make them coworkers at a shitty failing pub, and you'll have a sitcom for the ages.

The people who suck the least are the Women without contest, minus Meenah, and nuance for Damara.

Last bit there is probably somewhat Controversial, but, like. Damara's perfectly nice if you're not an Alpha Troll, but deservedly an utter bastard hellion if she is with them. I don't approve of her methods, but I do approve of her torturing them. We see her interact with people who are not the Alpha Trolls, and she's plenty nice to them. Makes sense, considering she was mentally broken into acting like that by other members of her team repeatedly gaslighting and victimizing her for years, rather than her just having always been Like That. Meenah is impulsive to the point of crimes happening regularly and seemingly cannot stop herself from pursuing children. Meenah's the person your Intrusive Thoughts convince you you would be if you didn't have a crippling Anxiety Disorder to "keep you in check". She's the main female exception to the rule of "The Women are Chilling and the Men are Insane Criminal Perverts". Diversity Win..?

Porrim's just a Feminist and is pretty normal, though her Social Position shows. She tends to be the default pick for "Most Normal", but since she's a woman written by Hussie, she still has some sucks traits. Latula's got issues managing her combined Mental Health problems and her insane case of Internalized Misogyny, both of which Porrim seems to be trying to help her out with. Porrim also seems to be succeeding at helping her. Good for them! Aranea might've done all of that, but she was a preventable disaster. I don't think any of that would've happened if people just listened to her for once. She had to pay her own best friend to listen to her, and even then she didn't do it. Meulin is a bit sucks, but a lot of that has to do with her main Character Traits being "Annoying Fangirl" and "Fujoshi". Even with those in mind, these aren't crimes, especially not ones of the same caliber as Cronus', and she's really funny about both things anyway. Also, she's quite passionate about Disability, particularly Deafness. As a Hearing Disabled person myself, I like this about her, so she can do anything.

My personal ranking is... Cronus is the Worst both of the men and in general, Meenah's the worst of the Women. Porrim, Meulin, and Latula are the least sucks women and likely the least sucks people in the whole cast, and Mituna is the least sucks man.

[drowninginredink]

(╹ -╹)? so what would your suggestions for writing an aplatonic character be?

Hmm... Okay well, maybe this is a bad point to start off on, because it involves me making an assumption about whoever is reading this, but I'm going to start with it anyway because it's what I thought about first. I figure that if you're asking this question, there's a pretty high chance you're some flavor of aspec. I think alloplatonic aces and/or aros are the ones most likely to want to give other aspecs representation. And if that is the case and you are somewhere on the a-spectrum, the biggest thing I can say is that if you ask me, all aspec experiences are the same. Like yes, the way society treats romance, sex, friendship, family, etc are all different and so being aro, ace, apl, afam, etc are all different, but so many of the basic experiences repeat.

You hear a lot of aces and aros talk about how they either picked someone at random to say was their crush as a kid, or they just picked the person who seemed nicest. They weren't aware that other people didn't choose one by some method, they had actual feelings for them they couldn't control. Similarly, when I ended up in different classes and a different lunch than all my friends in school and quickly discovered that if I didn't want to have lunch alone, I needed to make new friends, what did I do? I found a person who had a lot in common with me (at the time, being very good at school and coming from a conservative Christian background) and went "yeah, I should probably try and be her friend." There was absolutely no emotional desire—it was just logic.

And a lot of this applies to all queer identities, honestly. How many stories do we hear about someone coming out as bi, and their mom says "oh, I just thought everyone was interested in girls and boys?" We all just assume that our experiences are normal. So just as a trans person might have assumed that everyone feel disconnected from their bodies or an aromantic might assume that crushes are exaggerated to create drama in media, an aplatonic might assume that everyone only really cares about their friends when they're there and doesn't miss them when they're gone. They probably aren't going to understand why some people are so reluctant to try new things if they don't know anyone there, because to them, whether they're surrounded by strangers or friends doesn't make much difference. Etc.

So that's one thing I'll say. You can very much take your own experience of what queerness is like and map it onto the norms about friendship.

I think one thing that is important to mention is that if we are comparing to other aspec experiences, you'll see a lot of narratives, both in fiction and real life, where aro and ace characters have never been in those kinds of relationships because they never wanted them. That's almost impossible to have as an aplatonic. Even if you were the kid who was ostracized for one reason or another, there's always that one exception. People will try to adopt people who have no friends. People will declare themselves your friend even if you just see them as "that person I carpool with to rehearsal and talk to sometimes." It is almost never socially acceptable to say "no, actually I don't want to be friends." If you're a child, you'll often get punished for it; if you're an adult, you usually have to nod along to whatever they say and pretend to care and hope that eventually they notice that you'd prefer to be left alone. Obviously aplatonics with friends and who like having friends exist (hell, I'm one) but even those who don't tend to have someone just because it is extremely hard to be completely left alone if you participate in anything at all. And even if we might not consider the people we do hobbies with or talk to sometimes friends, that doesn't always go both ways.

And of course, you do need some kind of support network in the world. If you're alloromantic, aplatonic, and monogamous, you might want your partner to be the person who meets all of your needs and is everything for you... but that might not be practical. They might not like that. And if you're not in that kind of relationship, you may end up having friends for utility. It's easier to find a sexual partner if you can go along with also being their friend. Again, you might want someone to talk to about a hobby or shared interest, and in order to get that, you also have to perform the role of friendship.

The whole idea of friendship needing to have a purpose or reason or place is a big thing to me. Like, as a kid, I didn't make any friends in my dance classes for years, and I didn't care because in my eyes, I wasn't there for socialization, I was there because I liked to dance. So who cares? But meanwhile, at lunch in school? Friends have a purpose at lunch. You need a place to sit, and you need something to entertain you while you eat. So finding people to be with at lunch is important. Recess is the same way. At work? I have absolutely no interest in being friends with my coworkers. I'm at work to do work. Even if I have downtime, I still generally want to spend it on some other kind of "work" like writing. If I want to friend, that's a separate activity. I friend in my free time.

So to me, being aplatonic means I think about people's specific roles in my life and what they fill, instead of just the vague idea of friendship and that I like having people around. One friend is useful as a writing partner who I do writing sprints with. Another is nice because they're in a different time zone, so they're often awake and around during the part of work where I get bored and all my friends are asleep. Another has known me through all my mental health struggles and is generally a great listener, so they're useful to talk to about that stuff because they already have all the necessary context and immediately understand things. And yeah, as I mentioned before, another is just a really good lay, but we aren't going to only screw for twelve hours straight, so friendship does happen in the breaks in between.

And a final note — being aplatonic means I really don't mind leaving people behind. If someone moves away? I enjoyed them while it lasted, but I'm not going to be super inclined to keep things going. There are plenty of other fish in the sea. A play I'm in ends, so I won't be seeing that group of people every day anymore? Even though I really enjoyed working with them, I'm not going to mind or miss them especially. If someone actively ends a friendship with me? Well that's different. That's a form of rejection, and could be the result of me hurting them in some way or an argument that went badly. All of that is going to sting, if nothing else, because it's a form of failure. I did something wrong. But if circumstances change or we just grow apart? I'm not going to mind.

I've said this before, but that's the aplatonic story I'd really like to see. So many stories are about people who go on some big quest or adventure, and in the process it ends up creating these strong unbreakable bonds between them. They're closer than brothers now. They will never be separated again. You can see that everywhere from Lord of the Rings to Shrek and Donkey. I want to see the story where the group gets along well and they accomplish everything they set out to do, but at the end they all go their separate ways again. There aren't any hard feelings. If they run into each other again in their travels, they'll greet each other happily. They wouldn't mind working together again. But they aren't trying to stay together or stay in touch, either. It happened, and now it's over, and they're more than happy to move on.

... Shit that was long. Well I hope it was helpful!

[bannock-freak]

I''m not sure if I've ever said it straight out but another reason why I think Kubosai would work so well together is because they're among the least sexually motivated characters on the cast, even while they've both indicated an interest in romance (though Kuboyasu will imagine himself in a relationship and Saiki studies other people to figure out what the hell the fuss is all about, while often getting caught up in the drama like a little popcorn muncher).

Kuboyasu is obviously into romance, going by that whole love letter fiasco, but his fantasies revolve around the day to day aspects of being a couple. Buddy fantasizes about furniture shopping in matching jumpsuits. This kid dreams about a no-shoe cube car that's cheap and good on gas that'll be safe to transport his children in. He idealizes a life-long partnership and creating his own family with someone with zero thoughts about how you get babies in the first place. He's pleased at Aiura complimenting him, but he's also highkey terrified of her boobs, and Kuboyasu regards thirsting after people with inTENSE disdain. He's angrier about it than Saiki is, unsurprisingly, but they're both aggressively disinterested in that kinda thing. It's another BIG POINT they have in common in addition to the whole 'secret identity' and 'violence as backstory' and being very tough, very capable, and very protective. Also, possibly, a fondness for motorcycles, and a tendency to go sicko mode. I believe that means Kuboyasu wouldn't pressure his partner whatsoever to do anything along those lines that they're not comfortable with, and would in fact be disgusted at the very idea. He'd sooner kick his own ass.

That is something that precisely ZERO of Saiki's canonical love interests have in common with him. Even Teruhashi has that moment on the beach in Okinawa before she gets a hold of herself, even though she doesn't quite seem to understand what she was even trying to do LOL And though I'll never surrender my aspec!Yumehara HC, that girl does enjoy a good chase. It may be pants-chasing instead of skirt-chasing, but it's still a chase. And we don't even need to go into Rated M for Mikoto lol

Saiki has been pressured by all of these girls. And while he's absolutely terrible at saying no to Teruhashi, he's vibed 'Not Interested' in Teruhashi's direction a lot, and Teruhashi refuses to let herself see it. Even Yumehara dropped out of the chase pretty quickly, though the uh out and out mental warfare Saiki enacted on her probably helped with that. And though Aiura is good at respecting when no means no, drawing back her attempts at seduction and never repeating a method that's earned that no, she can be whiny about it and both her and Teruhashi never really give up their pursuit of him.

Satou is said to be a purely average boy so it doesn't seem unfair to infer there's a potential disparity there also, and I'm straight up not counting Imu cus she goes baby sister on him real quick lol (and I'm also not counting Kusuke for probably obvious reasons and I would like Kusuke to go to jail pls n ty)

Elsewise, Saiko might be on the 'not super interested' end of the spectrum also. He pursues a relationship with Teruhashi pretty nastily but he's never really shown to think about her sexually or in a way that could be construed as such, to my recollection? Perhaps the island harem? But overall, yeah, it doesn't seem to be high on his list of priorities. And obviously Hairo isn't seeming to pay it a first second or third thought, but Hairo will happily ignore Saiki's no in several other directions instead LOL Same w/Akechi, though Akechi is debatably less brutal about it, or at least chills out a bit. And though Kaidou is absolutely clueless and deeply repressed, something that's no doubt enforced by his mom, he is curious. The first time he visits Nendo's place, he tries to find Nendo's titty mags. Kid. C'mon, man, what even was your plan here?

I do think Kuboyasu is Type A enough to bully Saiki into things he feels that Saiki really needs or would benefit from, or maybe even in compliance of whatever social norm it is that exists in his head. As a gang leader he's used to being in charge, but as a gang leader he's probably also used to needing to consider the needs of his men. So I do think it'd make sense that he'd be able to reel himself back in unlike Hairo, and be considerate of his partner's wishes unless it's legit serious, like a safety thing or smthn where 'no' just can't be an acceptable answer. It's a fun mix of challenging Saiki and being conscientious of him, while keeping Saiki on his toes with his kneejerk reactions, and having the safety net of Saiki still being able to read him a good portion of the time. Novel, yet safe, and well matched on certain priorities/needs that are pretty important to be well matched on when it comes to that kind of relationship.

Ahem anyways yes. I think Kubosai are well matched on that front also

[fandoms-in-law]

A Chain is Forged

Summary: Steve had noticed the webs of connections that meant the Upside Down was involved increasing, growing in prevalence around the town. He'd thought Starcourt Mall was safe from them. He didn't like learning that was because the webs were focused far underneath it.

Part of my witch Steve AU: au idea, Nets& Webs

Author's note: I have 3 more parts of this in the works. I just can't motivate myself to get them properly finished so thought posting this might help.

~

When he was told to get a job Steve wondered if he should have carried on retying his parents connections to him for the first time in years. He doubted it would change anything though, so carried on accepting the instruction.

If he did a couple of charms to ensure wherever accepted his application couldn’t be brought or bullied by his parents and should be somewhere he could find more important connections for himself, well, that was nobodies business but his own.

He hadn’t expected Scoops Ahoy to be the one that stuck though.

~

Thinner than a spiders thread but still strong; that was the connection that Steve saw appear for his coworker the day he started with Scoops Ahoy and it confused him.

There were two other staff members they might work with and both of them had embroidery floss connections, easily snapped, so he wasn’t sure why Robin was different, beyond the likelihood they’d share the most shifts together.

“Enough staring at the air, Harrington. We’ve got customers incoming.” She clicked where he’d been debating the string before pointing over the counter.

Perhaps the difference was that she didn’t care about who he’d been in school one bit and, even if she seemed to dislike him, was getting to honestly know him.

~

At least the mall didn’t appear to be a focus of the webs at the moment too.

Steve had looked after the first time they dealt with the Upside Down and spiders could build their webs quickly. Once when Nancy was trying to make him study in the library he’d even found a book that mentioned caves made of spiders webs.

It only made him call the web of the Upside Down’s connections a web more resolutely, but also he worried that would be the fate of Hawkins. It meant he kept watch on the connections around him, hoping they would never be swallowed into the web of monsters the lab had brought to it.

Each time he saw more webs appearing he wanted to tear and break them, but couldn’t bring himself to do so. What worse thing could doing that thoughtlessly cause?

~

“I don’t think we’re going to be heroes, Dustin.” Steve groaned.

He’d thought there was no chance the Russians had anything to do with the mess of webs the lab had caused growing recently; had hoped the webs that were near the mall were because of the tunnels from last time since none ever seemed to be in the building except when the kids and their connections from fighting it were around.

But now Erica and Robin were touching the web and they hadn’t left the damn lift yet.

“Doubted you would from the start. The army doesn’t like small town kids getting honours over them for this shit.” Robin quipped, “Why have you seen sense now?”

He shrugged, trying to think up a plausible excuse, “Unless we’re lucky hiding whenever those doors open we’re more likely to just be missing people, right now.”

“Then let’s get hiding places sorted now!” Dustin insisted, jumping up and looking at the various things in the lift with them.

Steve wasn’t hopeful that any hiding place would be good enough to save them.

~

Their hiding places had only delayed this. Stopping Dustin and Erica from getting captured too was barely a victory and Steve no longer cared about the damage he could be doing.

He was captured, had no guarantee the kids were safe and was certain that Robin wasn’t, so he was going to fight with every method he could.

His hands might’ve been restrained but he cut and hacked at every string, thread and rope the Russians in his cell had. They deserved no connections and he’d do all he could to make it so.

He’d answer questions, obscure anything he knew and tear away, seeing the changes, the anger and pain the bastards would never understand.

Even when they knocked him out he was grimly satisfied knowing he’d done more damage to them than any pain they could be putting Robin through or his kids might face.

~

There was another rope among his connections: That was Steve’s first thought when he woke after the torture, feeling the weight of his connections before any physical sensations.

He was right but also wrong. There was a new rope there, pulling off into the Russian basement, probably to Erica, he thought when he opened his eyes, but the weight came from a chain going behind him to Robin as she babbled pleas for him to wake up and threats to their capturers.

~

“I didn’t want the web to get you; To get anyone else.” Steve muttered into the toilet. Throwing up wasn’t fun, even if the high from whatever they’d been given had been and he blamed those two things for the empty belief that he could talk to the toilet in place of Robin and she wouldn’t hear.

Robin let out a confused grunt, “What web? Are you still drugged?”

“Yeah, throwing up doesn’t get rid of something injected. Are we still telling the truth?” He asked, glad there wasn’t any compulsion to explain more.

“Try lying to me, about whatever web you mentioned, maybe?” She offered, a thud suggesting she’d kicked her legs up the cubicle wall.

He groaned, deciding to give it a go and hoping she’d let him end after one sentence. Coming down from a beating and drugs was not how he wanted to explain his powers to anyone. “That’s what connections to the Upside Down look like. Okay, you tell me something now.”

“Not something you want to explain?” She wryly muttered, “Ask me something. I don’t know what to say.”

Steve shrugged, “When was the last time you wet yourself?”

He was listening and taking part in the conversation to the best of his abilities. He wanted to understand what Robin was saying and how she reacted to the confession he found himself making, but the chain distracted him.

It had changed colour when he described Robin as his crush, thrumming with emotion, and with everything they’d just gone through he couldn’t remember what a murky dark blue usually meant beyond that he’d usually been the one it came from in the past. It had been years since he’d seen the shade though: Of that Steve was sure.

He much preferred the rich green it became when he joked about Tammy being a dud, a playful, joyful colour that he tried to get the kids to show as often as he could.

~

The Upside Down was shut down and Steve hoped it would be for good now. Lingering webs did not support that hope, but at least they were far far fewer than had been around Hawkins just a few days before.

After the fire, Steve had gotten home late and only just mustered up the energy to shower before curling into his bed, whining when his injuries made getting comfortable so much more difficult.

He hadn’t been surprised that Robin called and then got her Dad to bring her over early the next morning and was actually more surprised that Dustin and Erica hadn’t tried the same thing. They had both radioed him instead, checking he was alive and updating him on anyone else they’d spoken to that morning. Erica did complain that now she had to copy her brother in asking for a radio which wasn’t cool at all.

“Why are there stones in your sofa, Steve?” Robin called, having been set on collapsing onto a couch while he got drinks and snacks.

Steve smiled at the question since most people didn’t notice them at all. “They’re crystals. Dad hates them.” He knew that wasn’t an explanation, but wanted to go into explaining how he could see connections as well as witchcraft slowly, with humour if possible now.

“Why are you hiding crystals in your sofa then?” Robin asked, watching as he carried the tray he’d put together through.

He shrugged after putting the tray down to avoid anything spilling, “First it was because they’re meant to encourage peace and communication but now it’s because my parents stay here less when I’ve got them placed. My dad is anything but peaceful apparently.”

“Is that like, witch stuff?” Her nose scrunched as if just asking that was absurd.

He nodded, “Yeah, but not to the extent you’re probably imagining now.”

She straightened, leaning towards him, looking eager, “Explain.”

~

A week had past since they fought the mindflayer and Robin became the first person Steve fully explained his witchcraft too and one thing kept confusing Steve.

Usually if a connection confused him, he’d have to just watch, try and learn from seeing how the person it was for interacted, and make guesses, but this was multiple connections and he could talk to Robin about them now.

That was why after all the kids had been with him for the afternoon, he began, “I don’t get it. The connections didn’t change.”

Robin looked from him, to the door as if one of the kids would come back in to explain, “What connections?”

“To Hopper.” Steve pointed out the door. “Nobodies connections changed except growing sad.”

She frowned at him, stating as if he was missing something obvious, “Well, he did die.”

“These aren’t connections to someone dead! I’ve seen those with Barbara Holland and Bob Newby. They change when someone dies. Hopper’s haven’t.” He folded his arms with a huff, “And I don’t get it.”

“Do you think he survived?” Robin asked slowly, but had to follow it up with the obvious next question, “Why wouldn’t he have come to us then?”

Steve looked at her thinking, his expression slowly getting sadder, “I’m going to strengthen those connections and do everything I can to send him help, but yeah, I guess the happier alternative for now is depressingly that he died.”

[waifuoftomonori]

I'm surprised this many people say they can't, to be honest. Maybe it's just a me thing, but it seems easy to find at least one thing you have in common with any given character, and if they're your absolute favorite / obsession material, that chance probably increases exponentially. Unless the reason you're that obsessed with them is precisely because their entire character makes absolutely no sense to you in a good way. I suppose that's a possibility. But it's not one I've ever personally felt.

Anyway. Tomonori is a depressed nerd who keeps insisting he's fine because he doesn't want to be a burden on the people he cares about who are already suffering enough, gets excited about books, feels nostalgia for the simpler days of childhood, normally tries to be polite (unless you really piss him off) but can be passive-aggressively bitchy when irritated, has a somewhat dark sense of humor, is romantic as fuck, is loyal to those he loves but also kinda sneaky in some of his methods, and engages in a lot of kinky behaviors despite never canonically having sex. Of course I relate to him.

Shiki is also depressed, grew up with boys for best friends and would often run around being physically active with them, often feels socially isolated due to her position, and despite being generally honorable has her "sneaky" moments.

Akifusa and Shinra are a little harder to relate to, but not that hard once I think about it. They're both complete social klutzes for somewhat similar reasons.

I have shared this screenshot before, but it's so me-coded I feel compelled to share it again:

I love you, Aki, but you have a tendency to be way too honest even when it would probably be beneficial for you to stop talking much sooner. He's just such a failure in the best way possible. There's also a part of me that desperately clings to the same idealistic worldview Akifusa holds, even with all the bullshit going on in the world.

I don't have any Shinra screenshots saved, but a lot of my favorite moments from his PoV stories involve him saying something and immediately thinking "why did I say that". There's also this one scene where all the guys are poring over some dumb magazine article where a bunch of women say what kind of men they find attractive, and they (the other guys) unanimously agree that Shinra fits none of the listed traits. In response, he gets flustered and pushes the whole table over. Cue more exasperated sighs and "He'll never be popular with the girls." Honestly also strangely relatable.

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[bonefall]

Tbh I could see squirrel/rat incisors used as an implement to remove ticks

A mouse skull could be a good basis for a rudimentary tweezer, but the cats do have teeth made for grooming. With a little education they could learn to just nuzzle in and bite the head of the tick to lift it out

It would be stupid easy to make a little tick-twister though. MUCH easier than the cotton swab they make out of a moss and a stick (like, how is this moss staying on? Is there a string?). It's just a twisted stick you carve a little notch in.

(Tw picture of a tick being removed from skin)

You could make this out of a curvy twig if you wanted to, or even a prey's femur. Flip the femur upside-down and use the neck and head as the "hook" with a little carved notch taken out.

Super easy.

[itwoodbeprefect]

sometimes a piece of queer media is very obviously cheap and also bad and outdated in ways that aren't even particularly interesting, but it's just so obviously from The Before Times that it's painfully difficult not to be charmed by it anyway

[thevoidbutwithselfesteemissues]

Am I doing better because I'm back to reading angst and crying?

Or

Am I doing worse because I'm back to reading angst and crying?

Who knows!

Certainly not me.

[mayakern]

Things are bad right now.

As many of you know, way back in 2020 we weren’t sure if our business was gonna make it. Our factory was already on break for Lunar New Year–a month-long holiday for many businesses in the area–and with the announcement of COVID19, everything shut down indefinitely. We knew immediately we were in for a bad time. Despite our fears, our sales grew so far beyond anything we ever expected, to the point where we had to hire two employees just to keep up with demand! 

Unfortunately, even after our factory reopened, our problems were not over. Their quality drastically declined almost immediately, to the point that a significant amount of our  fabric would literally fall apart in transit between the factory and our office. Because of this, we discovered that our sales rep had no idea what she was doing and knew nothing about the factory she was representing, so when we told her the fabric was garbage her response was “👍 factory said it’s good!” At the beginning, only roughly 10% of our new product was defective and we were able to sell the affected items with a reasonable discount. By the end of our relationship with that factory, 40% of our midi skirts and 70% of our miniskirts were defective, some affected so severely that they practically fell apart when touched. And still, our rep said everything was fine and there were no problems and the fabric composition had not changed.

So in 2022 we changed factories. We hired Ash to handle this since I was way too busy managing fulfillment to do the amount of research and communication necessary to find us a factory that met our criteria. Finding clothing factories that can make clothing over a size 2-3X is significantly more difficult than one that can’t because it often requires larger and more expensive machinery. But Ash did it: she got us set up with a new factory that has excellent certifications for both their labor practices and their methods for textile production, that delivers consistent, high quality sewing on well made fabric that can be printed without suffering loss in detail–and she was armored with the knowledge for what makes a quality garment so she could check them if they tried to screw us on quality. Their minimum orders were way higher than our previous factory’s, so we decided to focus on ordering more units of fewer designs. We ordered way too much our first round–some of those designs were in stock until the 2024 blowout sale! But it worked out, and slowly we had a warehouse full of stuff to sell.

Fast forward to 2024, business is slowing down between the economy being bad and what seemed to be a general skirt fatigue amongst our customers. We tried expanding into shirts, which would’ve been successful if our minimums were lower. In the late spring we realized we were in trouble if we didn’t make drastic changes and we ultimately decided to end in-house fulfillment and transfer to a third party fulfillment center that would support domestic shipping in Canada and eventually the UK, EU, and Australia. In order to make that transition affordable we drastically discounted everything and that sale was super successful! We were able to begin shipping from the fulfillment center with an almost clean slate, even if it did mean having to close the store for almost two months and thereby missing out on two very important months of sales.

Unfortunately, we were stupid. We continued to order new designs on an every other month schedule instead of switching to an every month schedule, forgetting that having a backstock in a variety of designs is what previously helped us float between orders and now we quite literally didn’t have enough inventory to match the sales we made for last year’s holiday sale.

That brings us to now.

We’re a little stuck. We have a round of skirts in production (yay!) but they won’t get here until February (boo!). To get back on that monthly cycle we would need to order the next round of skirts right now, but we can’t pay for production until that next round of skirts gets here; if the current sale goes well, it’s paying payroll, not production. We are currently in the very difficult, horrible situation of not having enough money for next month’s payroll unless we are somehow able to make significant sales with our very sparse inventory.

We’re scrappy and we do our best to adapt to disasters and I’m sure we’ll find a way to adapt to this one as well, it’ll just take us some time to get there. Basically we’re going to be okay eventually–hopefully later this year–but in the meantime if we seem frantic, now you know why. 

If you’re been considering trying out our viscose shirts but haven’t been able to justify paying full price, they’re on clearance PLUS half off right now! That’s $9-$15 for the viscose tops, and other tops on clearance are $20-$45. Some of the shirts we’re having a LOT of trouble selling are now priced below cost to help us recoup some of the money we spent making them.

Any amount of support helps right now. Sharing posts, telling your friends, buying a $9 shirt–all of it helps. If our clothing isn’t your thing, we also have a Patreon you can support for as little as $1 a month. https://www.patreon.com/mayakern

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you have a great rest of your day and that 2025 is a brighter, kinder year for us all.

[seumyo]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 9:33

Bakugou never believed he had room for love in his life. His world was defined by ambitions and goals he set upon himself—becoming Number One, proving what he can or cannot do, and making every moment count in the endless pursuit of the things that he thought would satisfy him for as long as he lived.

He knows what love is. He’d seen it in glimpses—his parents everlasting love, his friends falling over themselves for their crushes at UA back in high school—he knows.

But love wasn’t a luxury he thought he could afford, and even if it was, it wasn’t something he thought about often. Too caught up in the relentless wave of life.

At least, not until you.

He first met you on the job.

At that time, you were nothing more than his partner for this particular high-stakes mission. He initially rolled his eyes at the thought of working with someone new, but you managed to worm your way into catching his attention (and soon into his heart).

You weren’t too loud, flashy, or all bark and no bite like some of the heroes he worked with. You were sharp and methodical, always thinking two steps ahead, and your patience in the face of chaos was something he both admired and envied.

But admiration wasn’t love, not yet.

You were supposed to be just another hero to him—a capable one, sure, but nothing more than a colleague. Bakugou would never admit it aloud, but the way you carried yourself earned his respect quickly.

You weren’t one to back down, even when he demanded easy-fix solutions from you when it was nearly impossible given the situation. You’d meet his intensity halfway, standing your ground when you knew he was wrong—Bakugou thinks that the moment he met you, he’s never once been right.

It annoyed the hell out of him, of course, but it also earned his begrudging approval. It’s like meeting someone that could keep up with him.

He’s still getting used to that.

Still, it wasn’t love. Or maybe he was just in denial.

It started subtly, sneaking up on him like an enemy he couldn’t see coming—which is almost never because Bakugou’s been preparing for his whole life for as long as he could remember. So you were like a force that swept him off his feet, quite literally, when he remembers your first meeting, how you casually tripped him over all because he didn’t acknowledge your presence in the room.

Yeah, that one’s on him.

He began noticing things about you—little things he’d never paid attention to in anyone else. Like the way your eyes lit up when you talked about something you were passionate about—like those little figurines you said were Hironos, or the way your voice softened when she comforted a frightened child.

He noticed how you always managed to keep your composure, even when the odds were stacked against you. You had this way of making everything seem manageable... no matter how dire the situation.

And then there were the quiet moments.

Like the time you made coffee for the whole team during an overnight stakeout, remembering exactly how he liked his: strong, no sugar, just a splash of cream. You handed it to him with a knowing look, and for some reason, that simple act stuck with him longer than he expected.

“Coffee?” you offered.

Bakugou looked at you as if he were like a deer in headlights. “Yeah, thanks.”

He’s not a complete asshole, so he says thank you.

Or the time you were patrolling together, and he caught you humming under your breath. That pop song that’s trendier to the younger generation these days. It was such a soft, absent-minded thing, but it pulled at something in his chest. He didn’t even recognize the tune, but he found himself wanting to hear more.

It starts small. Then it comes all at once.

“You good?” he asks after finishing the given task.

You blinked up at him, nodding with a tired yet triumphant smile. “Peachy.”

That was when it hit him. The relief that washed over him wasn’t just because the mission was a success. It was because you were okay. And the thought of a world without you, even for a second, was unbearable.

Bakugou was screwed.

He started looking for excuses to spend more time with you. Walking you home after shifts, claiming he was “going the same route” even when his neighborhood was in the complete opposite way. Bringing you snacks during long patrols, muttering something about how he happened to have an extra. Offering to spar with you during training sessions, even though he hated sparring with people who weren’t on his level.

He hated how transparent he was being, how obvious his feelings were becoming. But for once in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

The night Bakugou confessed, it wasn’t some big, dramatic moment. They were sitting on a rooftop after a long day, the city sprawled out below them, its lights twinkling like stars.

“You free tomorrow?” he asks abruptly, the words gruff and unpolished, like they’d been dragged out of him against his will.

You turned to him, your brows furrowed slightly. “Depends.”

“I— you...” he muttered, staring straight ahead. His hands clenched into fists on his thighs as he struggled to find the right words. “I don’t know what it is about you, but… you’re different. You don’t take my shit, but you don’t try to change me, either. You’re just… you.” He finally looked at you, his crimson eyes filled with a rare vulnerability.

“And I don’t wanna imagine this—any of this—without you in it.”

You stared at him for a moment, your expression softening as the weight of his words sank in. Then you smiled, your hand resting on your cheek fondly.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Katsuki?”

If he weren’t uncharacteristically nervous right now, he would have made a wittier comeback. Bakugou’s chest felt impossibly tight, but this time, it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was something warm and steady, something he never knew he needed until now.

“Yeah, so? Whaddya say?”

“I’d absolutely love to go on a date with you.”

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[lymtw]

All Is Forgiven

Thinking of an argument with Toji that leaves you mute by choice towards him. He still talks to you and asks you questions, and while you don't turn away from him, you don't respond to him either. He ends up having to figure out whatever he needs on his own because after a minute or so you huff and walk away from the conversation.

"Mama," Toji calls from the bedroom, rummaging through his clothing drawers. "Have you seen my gym shorts?"

If he was able to get a word out of you, he would know that you washed them for him. Though you were still sizzling with anger towards him, you pulled them out of the dryer and walked them over to the room. He could hear your little footsteps as you approached the room, and when he turned to look at you, he noticed you were holding his shorts in your hand.

Your eyes were vacant towards him. You didn't want them to be because it sucks when you can't look at him with the endless amount of love you have in store for him. It's still there, but it's being masked by a poker face.

You toss the shorts onto the bed and leave. Toji sighs, irked by the fact that it's actually starting to sting now. Your disregard for him because you're ruled by your emotions and he lets things go too easily because he can't hold a grudge towards you, even if he feels you're in the wrong.

Toji never knew how much he depended on your voice until you wouldn't let him hear it. He depends on you to tell him where things are because without you they would be scattered all over the place. He doesn't know your method of organization, but somehow when he needs something and looks to you in order to find it, you pull it out from right under his nose. He depends on you to tell him he's doing a good job, and to tell him you love him, and just reassure him in general. It makes him feel good to know that someone thinks he's good enough, but recently the one person who feeds him affection like it's as important as food and water, has left him to starve. You haven't said a word to him in almost two days, and he feels like he's starting to go crazy. The sound of his own voice is driving him insane. It's gotten so bad that he had to make a mental note of how he's going to get you back that same night.

Toji leaves for the gym and texts you during his time there. He includes some images because it's now an unspoken rule that he always has to send you gym pics.

[ Attachment: 3 Images]

... 😳🤐

Yeah, I know you like those. I'll be home soon.

You take the time to doll yourself up while he's still out. It's for him, but you won't tell him that until you come back from your "night out". Really, you're just gonna go get dinner for both of you from his favorite little restaurant. You just want to see how far he's willing to let this go, because you're caving. You're ready to apologize even when you know he's not upset at all. You're ready to spoil him in order to make up for those severe feelings you held towards him. You're ready to hear about how stubborn and unbelievable you are for this little act you pulled.

You spray on some perfume and walk out of the bathroom, just in time to catch Toji walking through the door.

"Woof, where're you going, ma?" He asks, setting down his gym bag before absorbing everything you were gracing him with. His eyes flit up and down your body, lingering on the very bare skin of the legs that come out from under your skirt. He can smell your perfume from where he stands, its elegant scent masking even the smell of his own potent sweat.

You didn't answer his question, and left him to wonder why you're all dressed up at seven o'clock at night. Was it a girl's night or were you openly showing him that you have options? Did he miss a message or a call from you?

You grabbed your wallet and scooted past him. You walked halfway down the corridor of your apartment building before realizing that maybe this was a bit much. You would make him worry over you going on a five minute walk to grab some food? All so you can show him you're mad? You cracked.

🥟🥡🍜.

Toji was staring at his screen, waiting for anything from you. The screen flashes like some sort of miracle and your message is seen by him. He chuckles, feeling a sense of relief wash over him at the sight of your little emoticons.

You came back home as fast as possible, bags of food in hand as you patiently waited for the elevator to bring you up to your floor. You took your time walking through the corridor, this time, not knowing how you would react once you saw Toji or if you would immediately say something to him. You're ready to talk to him, you want to talk to him. You miss him, you love him, and you hate the passiveness you threw yourself into around him as an act of retaliation.

There you were, standing in front of the door, nervous beyond belief for what was behind it. You collected yourself and twisted the doorknob, ready to face anything that came to you.

Toji stood from the couch and walked over to you to take the bags from your hands. The smell of his body wash wafted into your nose. There was an imaginary white flag hanging out of your pocket, and it was about to fall out to signal your surrender to Toji.

He pecks your cheek and watches in real time as get all flustered. It's one of the most adorable things he's ever seen—you standing there so rigidly afterwards. He gives you a soft smile and resists the urge to coo at you for being so cute. Instead, he heads to the table to put the bags of food down.

You shut the door, and within a split second, Toji was in front of you again. "Ma," he says, sounding a little more desperate than he thought he would. "Say something." You stand there like a statue—unmoving, but unlike a statue, you are easily moveable. Especially, by Toji. "Anything, mama, please." He crouches down at your feet, his warm hands resting on the backs of your knees and his cheek resting on one of your thighs. This position made it look like you were being worshipped by him, and anyone who ever saw him do this would know that it was true, because he worshipped everything about you. From the top of your head, to the ground your feet stood on.

"Don't you miss having my hands on you?" They glide up and down the backs of your thighs. He looks up at your stunned expression. You won't look down at him, so he gets to see the way you swallow the words dying to leave your mouth, and the slight widening of your eyes as he lets his hands roam your lower body. "I know I do. I've been in hell these past couple days." He presses a soft kiss to your knee, then one more on your thigh. "I didn't mean what I said. I don't think you're selfish, baby. Maybe i'm just a greedy asshole," he says, rekindling the subject of what led to your silence towards him. His hand maneuvers around your leg so that his palm is on your thigh, making its way up towards the inner part of it. "But, I know something," his lips trail further up your thigh, softly kissing your skin. "I'm greedy about you. That can't and won't be changed, even when we argue like idiots."

You put your hand on his head as he starts kissing up your inner thighs, making his way even further up beneath your skirt.

"Come on, my sweet girl," he murmurs, his lips meeting the front of your underwear. "Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me you hate that my filthy paws are on you, right now."

Your legs tremble at the lightness of his touch, and you internally cringe at how sensitive you've always been for him.

"Toji..." you gasp. You feel his warm tongue flatten between your legs, a slow upwards drag of the muscle makes your thighs quiver before him. You whimper at the damp warmth his saliva leaves on your panties. "Fuck..." you moan, breathily. "Don't stop. Stay there, please."

The first word you reintroduced yourself with being a moaned out rendition of his name was heaven reaching down to pat him on the back for knowing exactly what to do to get you to talk again.

"Open wider for me, baby. Let me see," Toji says, your skirt still veiled over his head. You take a step back so that your back is against the door and widen your stance a little more. He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder and you shudder when his tongue returns to slide through your clothed folds. He doesn't even need to produce that much saliva to drench the fabric of your underwear because you've done that for him already with your leaking arousal.

You shut your eyes and rest your head against the door as Toji continues his act of filth between your thighs. You can hear him panting below you, your taste pleasantly coating his tongue every time he sucks on the garment that clings to you.

You cry out his name with sharp breaths following, your fingers tangling into his locks, gripping and tugging as his lips catch onto your cunt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you grit out, whimpering at the contrast between his mouth and his hands. His hands offer a gentle massage to your thighs, softly kneading the plush between his fingers. His mouth moves purposefully because he knows exactly what it takes to make you fall apart with it. He coats his tongue with your essence every time he laps at the wet patch on your underwear, sticky webs of arousal connecting him to you.

"T-Toji!" You squeal, your cunt throbbing with every brush of his tongue. "I'm gonna cum... Fuck, i'm gonna cum..." you whine.

Toji pushes your underwear to the side, and glides his tongue through your generously slicked folds once and you're instantly arching your back off the door, squirming in his hold and moaning carelessly as he sloppily makes out with your cunt. He desperately chases the sound of your pleasure-ridden voice, wanting to hear the way it raises in pitch when he strokes you just right. He doesn't want it to stop, it's been too long. Two days way too long. You tug at his hair with one hand, dragging the nails of your other hand down the door. You breathe heavily as Toji manipulates your pleasure until your thighs are trembling.

Toji pulls away and lifts your skirt off his head. He lowers your leg back down and stands up from his crouched position. He faces you with glossy lips that shine with all the juices he collected from you, some of it drooling down his chin to give him an even more messy appearance. He presses his lips to yours, making slow movements to allow you to realize what is happening while your eyes are closed. You can taste yourself on his lips as you catch the rhythm.

There's a loud smack in the last kiss before he releases you, a feral look in his green eyes as he dotes on your blissed out appearance. You look too pure for someone who's just experienced something so sinful. "Hey, look at me," he coos, cupping your cheeks in his hands. "Look at me," he repeats, staring at you as you try to catch your breath with closed eyes.

You hum, rolling your eyes open to lazily stare back at him. Your eyelids felt so heavy as you looked at him, but you liked how vigilant he was being. It made you crack a grin, a small gesture that had Toji's heart thudding a little quicker, now.

"I wanna fuck you so bad, ma." His eyes trail yours as they look away from his gaze. "If this is your reaction to my mouth, I don't even know what to expect for when I'm inside you."

You look down to see what's been poking your thigh for the past minute or so, and it's the monster in his pants, outlined for your eyes to quickly spot and everything.

"Come on," you say, reaching your hand out to him. He takes it and allows you to lead him to the bedroom.

Toji shuts the door and locks it to give the situation a deeper level of intimacy. There's no one there but the two of you and yet you feel even more secluded by the gesture.

He wasn't aggressive in the way he bared you for his eyes. He pulled you close to him by the waist, your body against his as he peeled your layers of clothes off.

"Stay," he says, when you take a step back. He takes that step towards you again, placing his hands on your hips, and snaking them around to your back to locate the zipper for your skirt. He exhales through his nose, lidded eyes watching the longing expression on your face closely as he pulls down the zipper and allows the article to fall on the floor. His fingers fiddle with the hem of your shirt before he fully slides his hands beneath it, and raises it up your torso higher and higher. You put your arms up and allow him to slip it off your head.

He makes haste of getting his own clothes off, a sly smirk decorating his face when he sees you admiring him from where you sit on the end of the bed as you take off your bra and underwear. You're forced further up the bed by Toji as he inches closer and closer to you. You reach a dead end and welcome the suffocating warmth of his body as he cages you onto the bed.

"Don't do that to me again, mama," he murmurs, before leaning down to peck your lips. "Don't let me talk to myself for that long when you have such a pretty voice to respond with."

You laugh, pulling a small grin from him. "I didn't think you'd care, to be honest. I thought you'd tell me i'm being childish or ridiculous."

"Nah, princess. I thought I was gonna die."

You giggle, pulling him close again. "You're exaggerating."

"You wouldn't let me touch you. Not even when we went to bed, so it was like we were friends instead of lovers sleeping together. Especially with how far on your side you slept."

"Oh, baby," you coo, pressing multiple quick apologetic kisses to his lips. He chuckles at the affection, and his eyes close instinctively as your kisses become more widespread on his face. He missed this more than anything. "What can I do for your forgiveness, my love?"

"Just let me fuck you, ma. That's all. Give me my privilege to all of this, again." His hand slowly trails from your chest to your stomach, a touch you longed for dearly during those two days that you verbally ignored him.

"It's yours," you whisper to him. You peer up at him with your constellation eyes, silently begging him to realize how much you need him. "I'm yours, so show me the use you have for the privilege over my body, baby."

He leans down to kiss you, softly. He's desperate for you, but his lips don't falter their delicate synchrony because of it. He guides the tip of his cock through your folds, rubbing up and down the slickness a couple times before slowly sinking into you. Your ability to tangle with Toji's lips slowly deteriorates, and your focus strays to the stretching happening lower down your body, so Toji picks up the slack and feeds you his kisses.

"Come on," he groans out. Not even he is immune to the rebirth of sex with you. You're warm and inviting, and you embrace the pain and comfort he offers every time he craves you or you crave him. This time is no exception. "Kiss me back, sweetheart. Give them all to me," he mutters, before attempting to connect his lips to yours again. You dig your heels into the mattress and your toes curl as you feel his girth continue to submerge inside you.

Toji cups your chin and uses his fingers to squish your cheeks together into a makeshift pout for him to kiss. He can hear your hummed little whimpers in response to him sheathing himself further into you. He was being gentle, because hurting you is a crime in his world.

"Fuck, I missed this, mama," he says, goosebumps rising on his torso as he drags himself out of you halfway and pushes himself back in again. "So warm..." he says over the sound of your pleasured moan. He sighs, a grunt following as he starts a careful rocking rhythm into you. "I could stay inside you forever."

"I could keep you here forever," you rephrase, gazing up at him with those eyes he unequivocally loves. They've reverted back to the default loving expression you hold for him, the vacancy of your previous gaze now filled with love, excitement, lust, and overall enchantment. It's a beautiful thing to see your hurricanes subside.

He leans down to kiss you again, distributing the kisses on your face and leading them towards your neck. You could feel his abs dragging up and down your stomach with every roll of his hips against yours.

"Mmm... Toji," you moan, bringing your hands to his back. One of them moves up to the nape of his neck, threading through the dampened locks of his hair, the other traces his spine to distract you from how badly you want to dig your nails into him.

"I know," he coos, kissing the spot beneath your ear. "I know, doll. It's always this good with you."

You gasp at the feeling of his cock prodding the more sensitive area within you. "Right there, right there... Oh..." you moan out, inevitably digging your nails into his shoulder blades while Toji directs his kisses back up your neck and towards your face again so he can see the honest expression on it. You're lost in pleasure, vibrating as another orgasm rushes through you.

"Fuck, mama.. let me-" he groans, outwardly losing it at the overflow of your juices. "Let me see those pretty eyes," he pants, gripping your waist a little more harshly as he feels his cock on the brink of expelling into you. "Need you to watch me," he says, taking in the way your lips part to release your sounds of utter satisfaction. Your eyes flutter open to center on his greedy eyes. You mirror his lustful, lidded gaze, the look enough to make him spill inside you, making your cunt even sloppier. "You're gorgeous, ma," he says, mindlessly, as he fucks into you with a little more fervor. "Fucking stunning," he mutters through pants, to which you respond with a sly smirk. The gesture lured a groan out of him and made his cock twitch as he finished releasing into you.

You giggle when he stills his hips. Your combined attempts to regulate your breathing fills the silence that follows. "What're you laughing at?" He asks, massaging your hip with his thumb.

"You tell me that all the time like you're obsessed with me or something."

"And if I am?" he says with a voice so deep you have to blink to see that it's still your gentle giant of a man. "Is it too much for you? Can you handle it? Am I suffocating you, baby?" he purrs, cupping your cheeks while leaning in close to emphasize his points. All it does is allow you to closely admire how handsome he is and really think about what's happening in this moment. This green-eyed, raven-haired man, with the prettiest pointed nose and the most attractive scarred lips, is bedding you, and doing it so well.

"Never. Come closer and bite," you murmur.

He takes your lips in his again, a little more aggressive than before. You asked him to bite, and that's exactly what he's doing. The make out has him rocking both of you a little faster, working you towards yet another orgasm. You nip at his bottom lip and run your tongue over it when hisses. You hum out a little giggle, and moan into his mouth when he jolts into you.

"God, i'll bust again if you keep doing that. I'm serious, mama" he groans, swiping his tongue over his stinging bottom lip. You think he's being dramatic so when he leans down to kiss you again, you bite his bottom lip and suck on it. You gasp, releasing his lip and stare at him with wide eyes as his excessive warmth spurts into your cunt, filling it to the brim and beyond, to the point of leakage.

"F-Fuck... you're terrible," he groans, shuddering with tense abdominal muscles as he lures the entirety of his orgasm out. "Cum," he says, panting as he picks up the pace of his rutting to get you to follow his orgasm. "I can feel you clenching around me like hell. I know you want to," he says, reaching a hand between you and him to stimulate your clit.

Your already labored breathing picks up and your heart is pounding in your ears aggressively as you roll your hips back against his. You whimper as you feel your peak get closer and closer, a cried out and breathy "fuck!" leaving you when it arrives, followed by high pitched moans that make Toji's heart race. You arched your back off the mattress as you reached the zenith of your orgasm with the help of Toji's finger rapidly rubbing your clit while he maintained his satisfying pace inside you.

You whimper, slapping a hand onto Toji's wrist to stop his movements on you. He smirks at the sight of your trembling thighs, your heaving chest, and the sound of your dazed hums. You always were such a delicate thing. So fragile that even with just enough of his attention, he could break you.

"Tired yet?" He asks, admiring your relaxed facial features. You nod with your eyes closed, your lips parted to release little puffs of air. "Thought you'd be. I'll go grab some towels for us to shower." He pulls out of you, taking a moment to admire your collaborative masterpiece.

"Baby..." you whine, sitting up when you feel his weight lift off the bed. "I can't get up." You dramatically let yourself fall back on the bed and stick your tongue out to portray your exhaustion.

"Get up, you faker. That's all you have to do and i'll take care of the rest."

"Too tired to wash myself right now..." you say, waking up for a second before closing your eyes again. Toji can see the sly grin on your face and the little shake of your stomach as you stifle your giggles.

"Guess you're too tired to eat, too, huh? You know i've got a huge appetite, and I could eat all that food you brought by myself."

"You wouldn't," you say, abruptly sitting up on the bed and squinting at him. "There's enough to feed three people in those bags."

"I've got the stomach of three people in one, so you better catch up before you're left with my seconds."

You sigh, too tired to move, but you get up anyway and trail behind Toji. "Baby, can you pleeease clean me up? I'm beat."

He puts his hands on your shoulders as he now walks behind you. "Sure, but don't complain when I take longer on certain areas."

[celestial-sphere-press]

Book Decoration: AKA All The Ways I Don't Use a Cricut

(this post is for people who don't want to buy an expensive cutting tool, or for those that do have an expensive cutting tool that would like to mix things up a little)

1. Print That Shit

If you're already printing your own textblocks, an easy step for titles is to print them. Above is a title printed onto an "obi" of decorative paper. I measured out where I wanted things on the finished book and laid it out in Affinity, then printed it on a full sheet & trimmed it down to wrap around the book. A more simple method is to print & glue on the label into a slight indent in the cover (to protect it). A third option is to do the spine in bookcloth, while you print on paper for the cover and then glue that paper onto the boards (this usually looks even better when it is a three-piece bradel bind).

2. Foil Quill / Heat Pens

The heat pen is one of my go-to tools, but it can be a bit touchy about materials. The most popular version is the We R Memory Keepers' Foil Quill (which is one of the most ergonomic), but other pens exist that can get you to a higher heat temp, finer lines, or more consistent foil. For example, I have a pen created by a local Japanese bookbinding studio that fares way better on leathers than the WRMK quill & with a finer tip, but it's hell to control. Best results in general are on paper or smooth bookcloth (starched linen, arrestox, colibri - even duo will work but its less solid). The fuzzier a bookcloth is, the less your foil quill wants to deal with it. This means the heat n bond method of making bookcloth does not play nice with a heat pen usually, but there are two solutions: 1) use this tutorial on paste + acrylic medium coated bookcloth instead that will get you a perfect surface for the heat pen, or 2) use the pen on paper & then glue onto the cloth. I did a video tutorial for both foil quill use and this type of homemade bookcloth for @renegadeguild Binderary in 2023.

You get the most consistent results by tracing through a printed template that is taped in place, as I do in the video above.

3. Paint That Shit

Acrylic paints will do you fine! The above is free-handed with a circle template, because I wanted that vibe. If you need straight lines that won't seep, lay them down with tape first & then paint over it first with a clear Acrylic medium, then your color. Same goes for stencils. Two more examples of painted bookcloth:

4. IT'S GOT LAYERS

By using layers of thinner boards, you can create interesting depths & contrasts on your cover. You can also make cutouts that peep through to the decorative paper behind. The most important part to this technique is the order in which each edge is wrapped. To get a good wrapped inside edge, you will split the turn in into tabs to get them to conform to a curve. You can also layer multiple colors of bookcloth without multiple layers of board, as seen below left, so long as you mind your cut edges for fraying.

5. Inlaid... anything

Mirrors! Marbled paper! I saw someone do a pretty metal bookmark once! The key is creating a little home for it to live in, which is pretty similar to the above layering method. On one layer you cut the shape, & glue that layer onto the bottom solid board before covering. You can do the top layer as an entire 1 mm board (like I did for the mirrors) or a sheet of cardstock, like I would use for inlaid paper.

6. Decorative Paper

Decorative paper is always helpful & adds to the paper hoard... & its effects can be layers with other techniques, as below. Marbles, chiyogami, momi, or prints & maps of all kinds can be great additions. Some papers may need a protective coating (such as wax or a sealer).

7. Stamps (with optional linocut)

While I've not used many more regular rubber stamps, I do know some who have, successfully! And I've used one once or twice with embossing powder (see photo 3 up, the gold anchor on the little pamphlet bind). What also works is to carve your own linocut or stamp, & then use block printing ink to ink it onto your fabric (as i did above). A bit time intensive, but it was nice how easily reproducible it was, and I liked the effect I got for this particular bind.

These methods are not exhaustive, just ones I've used, and there are of course many others. I haven't gone too into detail on any of these for the sake of length (& post photo limits) but feel free to ask about more specifics. Usually I'm using them in combination with other options.

[yey56]

HARLEY SAWYER X PSYCHOLOGIST READER pt2.

That day wasn't something you could easily forget.

It started as any other day, after the moment you had with the doctor a few weeks ago, he received a call from the office of Elliot Ludwig, claiming there was an important matter to discuss. He left not without savoring once more your lips.

That day, while you were conversing and trying to help process the changes to a little girl now turned into a toy, one of the other phycologist, Martha Hendswort, one of the few friends you had there; told you that Elliot was expecting you in his office.

You didn't exactly despised Elliot, unlike Harley who took the man for a rotten idealist, you though of him a wise man who was far to kind for his own good. Someone who learned to put the foot down when it was already to late...

Once you arrived there, the man awaited for you seated in his chair, looking at a photograph on top of his desk, his mind wandering somewhere you couldn't see.

Finally noticing your presence, he gave you an apologetic smile. Nothing good could come from that look that was silently apologising for something he hadn't even said yet.

You greeted him as usual, with a light hearted manner. Jokingly sucking up with him-you look good Eliot! New glasses?- you said while he spared you a little smile.

He finally took a more serious stance and started the conversation- (Y/N), as I've said to Harley before, both of you together have reached great progress with your projects...-he paused looking at you trying to find a way to deliver the blow delicately- You both have achieved great things and the company is grateful for that... But, I cannot longer ignore your lack of boundaries regarding the... Subjects of your experiments.- he looked at you again.

So... This is about me and Harleys methods, I'm sure we can get to some kind of middle groun- Ludwig suddenly interrupted you- No, I don't mean that. I've talk about this with him as well. I don't think you should be directing the experiments no longer. This experiments should not be made in name of progress but in name of humanity, and I think that's something you have forgotten- he finally finished.

You felt a shiver go down your spine- What?- you whispered forrowign your brows- do you have any idea how much we- How much I have invested in this project-in -in those children?!- you tone was still moderately calm, but getting more threatening.

Harley lacks the humanity needed for this project-His tone still calm, trying to soothe your anger- unlike him, you do have that trait but you have chosen to ignore it in favour of your own curiosity, your own agenda.-He expressed severely- you are a brilliant psychologist, the best one I have in here and working with you has been enlightening from all points of view but I cannot keep ignoring your recklessness...-He finalised.

You looked at him, without talking, still half processing what he just told you- So you're firing me? After all the time I've invested here?- Hou said, resentment was starting to get more noticing in your voice.

No! Of course not, neither you or Sawyer are fired, just... Relocated.- He explained- I've assigned sawyer to Dr whites lab and you... Well I think it would be great if you could work in the innovation department, under Pierre's direction...-Your eyes didn't leave his- You're asking me to quit the career I've been building for the past 11 years to work under that lousy coward?- You asked in reference to the nervous nature Pierre seemed to have since you once accidentally scared him while being in the corner of a dark place.

You are great at innovation, I know you talk frequently with the design department and your adaptable nature will be very helpful there.- Ludwig, observing that you still weren't really on board with this said- look, I don't expect you to understand right now but at least give it a try. I've never known you for saying no to a challenge. I will ask Pierre not to be so restrictive with you.- his attempt to cheer you up where useless

You only raised from the chair and proceeded to get out of his office. You knew you weren't going to quit because that would mean you turning into one of them.

You kept walking through seemingly infinite corridors, tightening your fists to the point your knuckles were turning white.

You arrived to your office in the lower levels and started to take out certain objects you knew you would need with you for your relocation. You had on top of your desk the file of 1322-Doey and in one of your open drawers, a photo with you in the kindergarten area with the kids that now composed the toy.

With the box with your belongings in hand, you started walking towards Harleys office, at least to notify him about your new place of work.

The place was empty, which was strange. You were aware that Sawyer didn't have any surgery scheduled so it was not normal for him to not be there.

The following days you didn't see Sawyer at all, you asked the staff around, asking if they had seen him, no one had.

It was hard adapting to work with Leith. Both of you always thought your proposed designs were better than the others so of course there were always conflict between you two.

Strangely, you manage to work it out for a couple of weeks. Using your knowledge in psychology, in child psychology and using data of sociological studies from children.

You proposed new updates to the backpack, a tool used by the employees of the factory. Also you found ways to improve the designs of some toys. Something that Pierre respected, even if he didn't admit it put loud.

And you were even able to design a toy that got launched to the public! Pianosaurus, a funny dinosaur that was also a piano.

Sadly, this toy was also included to the experimentation list. And in no time, you own creation took live. Sadly it didn't work as well as the company expected since some of its cognitive and coordination abilities failed, therefore, it was discarded and abandoned in an old enclosure.

The sudden disappear of Harley worried you. You knew he wasn't fired and you knew he was not in the factory. Finally fed up with the doubt you decided to go check the staff record to see if he even had checked out of his work hours (which he almost never did).

You left the designs you were working on to improve Doeys resistance of the cold and wandered through he corridors to check your theory of Sawyer never leaving the factory.

Before you could get to the next corridor, three voices stopped you. You couldn't hear much since they where inside one of the labs of that area but you could make out Leith's voice, saying something about having gotten rid of someone.

And something along the lines of "damned doctor"

You are well aware of what "taking care" of someone meant here. You had suggested it a couple of times with unloyal stuff but something about the timing of the conversation seemed off.

Before you could get away from that area again, you felt something hitting your head and the only thing that could be heard in that hall was the crash of your belonging against the floor.

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[Tape recording: The doctor]

[Dr white]: Oh, it looks like he's waking up

{The doctor}: where am I, what... Is this?... Oh no they didn't, those backstabbing traitors

[Dr white]: Dr Sawyer? can you hear me?

{The doctor}: White?! White is that you?! Who else is there with you?

{The doctor}: You enjoying watching me writhe like on of them- *Groan in pain*-my head feels like it's splitting in two *groan*- This is wrong, you must have done something wrong.

[Dr white]: Some disorientation is to be expected it'll-

{The doctor}: Who gave you the order? You spineless cowards, after all I've done for this project, for this company-

(Lith Pierre): I gave the order, Sawyer

{The doctor}: Leith Pierre... of course it'd be you, YOU have no idea what kind of mistake you've just made.

(Leith Pierre): Really? From where I'm sitting, you're the one who keeps making mistakes that need fixing. You and (Y/N) were warned.

(Leith Pierre): We gave you both so many opportunities to clean up your messes, but you just couldn't do it could you?

{The doctor}:What, do you think YOU can do better?? Nobody else can do what I do. You need my knowledge, my intellect!! You need (Y/N) and they will not collaborate!!

(Leith Pierre): Why do you think you're sitting in there right now, and not in Boxy's stomach? Let me tell you how this is gonna go, Sawyer. From now on you're here to give the lab boys answer when they need them and carry out procedures when and how we tell you to. That's it

(Leith Pierre): You'll be an open book to us whenever we want. So fight or have in, or whatever because either way we own the infrastructure you're wired into. Here's your first task, find us Dr (Y/N) (Y/L/N) so they can join you.

{The doctor}: You'll die for this Leith. When I get my hands on you you're a dead man!!!

(Leith Pierre): This temper is a bad look on you Harley!

[Tape Ended: The doctor.]

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[Tape recording: the escape]

(Y/N): What?- Where?-

Dr 1: are they- no I can't be- they're waking up *mumbling*

Dr 2: it cannot be!- increment the dosis!

(Y/N): what... Are you-? What do you think you are-? *Groans*

Dr 1: don't move- restrict them!!

(commotion sounds)

Dr 1: wait! Dont!- (static)

(Crashing sounds)

(Screams)

(Y/N):*groans* so... This is what you were trying to do... To me?

Dr 2:*coughing* Lab 19... Dr (Y/L/N) is *coughing* awak-

(Gunshot)

Leith :* through the phone* Dr? Dr?!-

(Static)

[Tape recording: the escape]

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You felt cold with the operation robe you had on, a harsh contrast with the warm blood that was scattered over your upper torso after stabbing one of the doctors with a scalpel.

Your ears ringed. After quickly taking the gun off the scientist body you aimed at the other one who was calling who you supposed was Pierre.

You shot him before he could end his message. You took the documents they had half completed on the desk: Experiment 1812- (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

You broke the papers with disdain. You though of Harley, were they doing the same to him? It wouldn't be so unusual to think that Pierre might have try to remove Sawyer out of the equation.

You then remembered that Leith must have sent someone to neutralise you, so hurrying you went out of the operation room,with the gun in hand, to the control room. Sawyer, Leith and Ludwig were the only ones with a key but Harley had made you a copy without the other two knowing. Of course, that copy was confiscated from you when you were left unconscious.

Once you got to the control room, you started noticing the cold on your bare feet, the blood dripping from your clothes and the rushed footsteps that seemed to be getting closer each second.

You punched the door in the handle repeatedly in desperation to get in. And just before you could see Leith rushing to you at the end of the corridor, the door automatically opened on its own, letting you in.

It immediately closed right after you and the sound of the mechanical lock echoed in the room, all of this followed by Pierre's hits on the door.

You ignored it, concentrating on the several cameras that formed the room. Complete access to he enclosures of the experiments.

1160-Boxy boo, 1163- Pianosaurus, 1166- Yarnaby, 1170- Huggy Wuggy, 1188-Catnap, 1222- Mommy long legs... To mention some of them.

In desperation, Pierre started shouting, already imagining what you would do in your anger.

(Y/N)!! Stop this. You are not thinking straight! They will kill you, all of us!!!- he said completely desperate, attempting to convince you to stop whatever you were planning, banging the door even harder.

You were always aware that what you did was not good, neither moral, neither human. But you did it either ways.

You understood their pain, specially their anger, you would be angry to in their place. Now you needed that anger, you needed that rage against Pierre and all of Playtime Co.

Even if you would be affected in the process, right now you don't care what might happen to you, you only care of what will happen to Pierre.

You pressed the bottom with no hesitation, the red lights illuminating the whole compound. You could hear Leith's shouts of desperation- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!- WHAT HAVE YOU D- his voice sounded like murmurs, likely because of the effect of the anesthesia inside you.

Actions have consequences Leith, sooner or later both you and I were going to face them, I just accelerated the process.- you said with a mocking tone that brushed insanity-Im just helping you learn how to take responsibility for your actions.-you finished with a harsh tone in your voice.

While this was happening, the monitors in your back started to flash images of a single eye surrounded by static.

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Harley had observed through the cameras that now were part of his system how you escaped the operation room leaving two corpses behind. The moment Leith left the room in which his monitor was in to go and stop you, he started taking over the system.

He wanted to make you know what had happened to him, that he hadn't manage to escape and was now trapped there.

He opened the door to you once he catched on what you were trying to do and he tried to comunicate with you through the monitors in the room. You seem so angry and so full of adrenaline that you didn't notice how he couldn't even voice a though through the speakers.

Once Leith had escaped the corridor, hoping to save himself, he saw you sprinting out of the room to a direction that was way to familiar for him. The enclosure of 1322 or like you liked to call them: Kevin, Jack and Mathew.

He knew how much you insisted in refering to the experiments as there original names. You used to say that it helped them to stablish trust with you and he still insisted in naming them after their assigned numbers.

You arrived at the enclosure of the doe mass, while he tried to figure out how to control more of the systems so he could reach you.

Get out, come on- you said to Doey who looked at you as if you were the sunlight.- but- but what's happening, why is there so much noise?- he asked afraid- I freed them, all of them, come on, here is no longer safe- you said rushing him and sparring him the details of your actions.

But the doctor!- the bad people, they are going to hurt us- to starve us- he started having a meltdown- I don't know where Harley is but with the chaos that has ensued out there we can still hide somewhere they won't find us. Quick!- you were trying to rush the toy to the exit. You remembered that Harley mentioned you that there were building more floors deeper and deeper but they were still very much isolated from the rest of the factories system.

You guided the toy through the stairs and the chaos and while you were waiting for him to open a door from the other side, you took the opportunity to search in on of the few computers nearby some information that may lead you to Harley. You tried cameras, reports and all kinds of stuff but you couldn't find anything recent.

Harley didn't have access to the computer you were using. Growing more and more desperate he could feel himself getting overloaded until one of the nearby cable started igniting.

Doey quickly wrapped you around him and started running without a clear direction while the whole placed burned, dragging you both deep enough to not be found for a while.

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Harley was beyond furious, he was frustrated, defeated. Backstabbed by his coworkers and confined into a screen.

When The Prototype found him, he didn't face him with fear. He was well aware that he was useful for him and only for that, The Prototype would keep him alive. But he also knew that it was a means to an end. The prototype needed the doctor for his abilities and intellect but the doctor knew that, for the prototypes plan to actually work, they needed you and your ability to stabilise the toys mental state.

You had made sure to establish a relationship of trust and even some kind of bond between you and the toys. With some of them more genuine than with others. He never understood that, and for a long time he mistook it for simple compassion but the explanation you gave him catched him completely by surprise.

Why do you insist on bonding with those... Creatures, hmmm?- he asked you with his hand on the bridge of his nose and his glasses in the table.- are you aware what you are doing to them?right? Trying to save your morality is impossible here.

You laughed silently while eating a piece of sandwich.- this is lot about mortality, Harley- you responded to him. He felt oddly good when you pronounced his name. You usually referred to each other by surname but he could get used to hearing his name from your lips more often- Do you realise that those experiments are incubators of anger and resentment right? They are essentially human. Humans reaped from their bodies.-you took a bite- that, plus the abuse they endure from the guards, only breeds anger, anger that is eventually going to explode in our faces.- he looked at you curiously. Finally understanding your point.

You continued after he nodded, agreeing with you- By letting them know I empathise with them, which I do by the way, I'm basically letting them know I'm not much of an enemy but more of a shoulder to cry on. You understand?- your reasoning was calculated and based on assuming the worst but after all, you were right. He hadn't missed how much closer you had got to him, standing up with your hand on the top of the chair he was sitting in.

The experiments who demonstrated intelligence were not happy with the stuff at Playtime co and that was no secret. He finally understood what was your strategy. A point of view he had never seen before but one that made sense nonetheless.

That's how Harley understood that, in order to control the whole place and assure the prototypes plan, they needed you. That way he could have a valid excuse to give to the prototype for wanting to reach you and have you with him. That way you weren't perceived as his weakness and you could stay alive out of usefulness.

But he was going to find you, one way or another, sooner or later. He wasn't know for being a patient man but he could wait. He just needed time and nothing more. Just time...

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Doey finally put you down on the floor and you both stopped, catching a moment to breath.

You were in some sort of underground sewer, you didn't know where it would take you but as long as you were not in the upper levels with the rest of the free toys, you were safe for now.

Hey kid, how are you going?- you asked Doey who was starring at the ceiling, hearing the vague screams that could miraculously reach the underground.

Those screams are from...- he started, not daring to finish that sentence- (Y/N)... What have you done?.- you leaned against a wall, still dizzy from the remaining anesthesia in your body- What?- you asked, not expecting this reaction- Those screams!! They are from people, the toys are eating them!! Why did you do this?!

You paused a moment, not knowing what to respond. Keeping eye contact with the toy- I got fed up- you weren't exactly lying on that answer- I'm making it up for my actions, I was an accomplice in captivating you,in captivating them. Now I'm freeing you.- you took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind- look, I understand that you are upse-

NO, YOU DON'T!!!- He screamed- you try but you don't- He started sobbing- you don't hear them! you get to have silence, you don't hear the voices! the kind voices that always lie!! Your kind voice won't deceive me anymore- he stared at you, furious.

You got serious, taking a stance and looking him dead in the eye, you told him- I'm not a kind voice, Doey. I'm an honest voice and I made that very clear since the first moment I met the three of you.- he stayed silent after your statement, pouting, like a child would take after being scolded by their parent.- I will tell you the honest truth...if you can handle it. - you looked at him and proceeded- I don't think it's a good idea that we stick together. Kevin, you're obviously angry at me and I won't force you to change that. I'll let you cool down. Search for me when you are ready. .- and with that you turned and leaved, not willing to defy a 400 kg of mass

Doey extended an arm in your way trying to reach you before you would go down another path than him. You were the most similar thing he had to a parent, to a friend down there and he felt lost without your help and guidance.

The toy stayed there, sulking and trying to keep himself at bay.

You wandered through the sewers until you found a way out to a set of underground halls with a few computers to settle in. You stayed there, thinking about what to do next, what to eat. The only option where the toys of course. But mostly you spend your time wondering, wondering where could Harley be, if he even was still alive after what you did.

And Harley, well... He was determined to obtain absolute control over the whole facility, upper and lower levels. Searching to find certain germ that had crawled inside of his system, and former heart.

Searching for the direct culprit of the hour of joy...

The picture of the Kevin, Matthew Jack and Y/N

[starsapphire]

i understand the tim hate for meta reasons but 90s tim is so enjoyable and fun and his chronic foot in mouth disease has so much potential for great comedy

is tim telling dick that the death of the flying graysons was one of his worst memories a good thing? no. is it deeply fucking funny? yes.

is tim saying "and robin! :D" after bruce says "don't you know you can't kill batman and nightwing?" a good thing? no. is his complete inability to read the room about this so fucking funny? yes.

bruce and dick both having an internal ping-pong match between "he's such a good kid" and "trying not to throw hands with a 13 year old" because he's so earnest and wants to do what he thinks is right but he is such a little shit and so tone deaf, it's a gorgeous train wreck

tim is SO funny especially in the late 80s–⁠early 90s comics and i think a lot of it is because writers really were having so much fun writing him being A Teenage Boy. and ofc that involves him being kind of shit at reading the room and thinking before he speaks. like yeah of course he's a little tactless, he's a 9th grader and he's new to all of this!!!! if he always said the most respectful, tactful line possible and was never annoying or accidentally rude then 1) he would not be an accurate teenage boy and 2) he would suck as a character. how boring!!!!!

of course his chronic foot in mouth syndrome often ends up being worse than the average teenage boy's might because. you know. he's robin, and also he's spending all his free time with two guys who are notably Tragic Orphans and who have (recently!) lost a young family member. and he really is just so well-meaning and devoted and he dedicates himself to knowing about people, and it all comes together to make him a massive accidental asshole. and they can't even be mad at him about it because he has those big wet earnest eyes. it's so fucking funny

all that said, i think people (not you just like. people in general) tend to miss or ignore that it's Very Much part of tim's long-term character development that we see him go from being just. utterly incapable of thinking before he speaks or pulling his foot out of his mouth in the early 90s to being very methodical in his words and actions and recognizing the power and weight of what he says, as we see by the end of new earth canon in the late 2000s–2011. so you get people being like "wow tim is an asshole who has no tact ever" instead of realizing that while he's tactless as a kid (as all kids are), he is well removed from that by the time he's 18. (but he doesn't take his foot out of his mouth entirely. and i never want him to)