#This is a serious problem and there is too little comprehension of the problem already.

[thecruellestmonth]

Quiz Time, Batfam fandom!

What is a three-letter word for someone with the power to "bring in criminals legally"?

Who are the most prolific users of rubber bullets, also known as "less lethal ammunition"?

What kind of profession is tasked with capturing criminals, and isn't a judge, juror, or executioner?

Please learn what copaganda actually is. You guys are so embarrassing.

[lovemly4]

Hi there! Not sure if you're open for request but if you dont, feel free to ignore 😅 my request will be lando x reader, whereby he's dating a very shy reader so its normal for her to want to keep their relationship very private. However, one day, reader told lando that she's ready to watch him race and support him irl and it makes him so so happy and both of them were smiley and giggly while walking on the paddock. Hope that's okay!

I’m here with you - Lando Norris

word count: 841 ; genre: fluff ; pairing: Lando Norris x reader ; warnings: none, just teeth rotting fluff ☆

Note: Hii, of course requests are open!! And this is so cute omfg, i feel like Lando would be super respectful of you boundaries, but his eyes would light up when you tell him that you’re ready to support him in person to his races.

Wednesday, Nov 29th, 2023

My heart jumped at the sound of the front door opening. It had been three days since the Abu Dhabi GP, and during our time apart we tried to contact each other every time we could.

“My darling, i missed you so much” he exclaimed against my shoulder as I hugged him, inhaling his familiar perfume. I felt a little bad at his words, a little thunder striking through my heart.

Despite being in a relationship with him for four months already, I’ve never felt ready enough to make it public; but what was I so afraid of? I didn’t really know, actually.

I feared that people would come at me, telling me that I wasn’t enough, that he deserved someone better, maybe? Yes, most definitely.

Something held me back, despite my wish to make him the happiest man in the world.

“I missed you too Lan, I’m sorry i wasn’t able to be there with you” I apologized, my hand making its way to his cheek.

He smiled comprehensively.

“You don’t need to apologize love, I know. I would never force you into something you don’t feel comfortable doing” He said in a tone a little louder than just a whisper.

I placed a little peck on his lips, and reached out to help him with his luggages.

Friday, Feb 23rd, 2024

I looked at the tallest shelf in our shared walk-in closet, carefully choosing Lando’s shirts.

My face assumed a concentrated look, as the man walked in behind me placing his hand on my waist.

“Sweetheart, we don’t need to put so much effort in choosing my clothes, you know? I’ll probably be wearing my suit most of the time, anyway” he chuckled, stroking my side.

“I know Lan, but it’s the first race of the season! You must look good!” I talked back, reaching for the Quadrant shirt.

I followed him out of the closet, laying his shirt flat beside his joggers.

I studied him silently as he was organizing the space in his bag.

“…Lando, will you be alone in Bahrain?” i asked hesitantly, nervously playing with the hem of my sleeve.

“Oh no, my team will be there, of course. Zack will arrive two days later than me, he mentioned a problem with his son or something. I’ll meet Oscar outside the airport there.”

I stayed hushed, quietly working out my thoughts as he locked the luggage.

“What if… What if i come with you? To Bahrain. To the race.” i tried to ask, timidly hiding my hands in my pockets.

He turned to me all of a sudden, eyes wide open like a deer caught in headlights.

“Did i heard that right? You’re not joking, are you? Are you serious?” he spoke quickly, almost as if he was trying to convince himself of what he had just heard.

I laughed at his reaction as he took my hands in his.

“Are you really sure y/n? I don’t want you to regret this. I won’t complain if you change your mind.” he sat me on the edge of our shared bed, reassuring me with kind words.

“I’ve never been so sure, Lan. I think it’s about time, i want to cheer you in person and show you all my support” i warmly smiled, and he started bouncing like a little boy. He bursted out of the room before i could process something to say.

“Where are you going?” i shouted, keeping an ear out to detect his distant voice.

“To take your bags!”

Saturday, Mar 2nd, 2024, present day.

A light breeze sways my dress, as I hold Lando’s hand through the paddock.

He never stopped chuckling like a baby since we’ve landed, and now he’s introducing me to every soul on the track.

He walks me to the garage, running to his car and patting the big “4” in the front.

“This is her. Isn’t she beautiful? Hopefully she’ll be a good girl on the track.” I laugh at his seriousness and he copies me, placing his arm around my waist.

“Look, this is where you’re going to sit during the race. You can hear me through the headset. Those are all the monitors through which you can see me. If you need something, let the guys know ok?”

I squeeze his hand reassuringly, and his mind seems to stop wandering for a moment. He has always been so good at hiding his thoughts and feelings, but the quick rise and fall of his chest betrays his calmness.

“Lan, breathe. I’m fine, you’re fine. We’re fine. And most importantly, we’re here together.”

One of the engineers calls for Lando and Oscar, but the light in his eyes is peaceful now.

“I love you. Thank you for being here with me”

I kiss him deeply, and watch him run away with his teammate.

The red lights go out.

The race finally begins, and he couldn’t be happier. He feels safe, and he’s so grateful to have by his side someone so brave and caring.

No matter how it goes, the only thing he cares to win is your heart.

[sapphoscorner]

Edit: please reblog this with some information about demisexuality, I did make a mistake here by saying "Cove doesn't understand sexual attraction" he does, so my bad on that part

SO, I usually don't get too involved in fandom discourse, but with how Baxter fans are acting about the loss in the MDDB I snapped and decided we should have a talk.

(This turned out longer than expected so more under the cut. I BEG YOU TO READ THIS AND TOP UNDERSTAND WHERE THE ANGER AND FRUSTRATION COME FROM.

This is all over place, I tried my best to make this as comprehensible as possible)

Specifically I want to talk about this fandom obsession with him and how, is getting to a point where people are legitimately re-writing the game and erasing Cove existence to have this fucking man instead.

And look, I want to say that I get the appeal, I do, but I don't because Baxter's route is genuinely the worst written one out of the three; Compared to Cove's and Derek's (and Derek treatment in the fandom is a WHOLE OTHER ISSUE) is really not. I'm not here to judge one taste, I am here to tell you that your love for him is ridiculous.

It is genuinely ridiculous how much popular he has gotten and so many of you are forgetting about Cove and how important he is to the story, and generally how he is important to a lot of marginalized people. Some of you keep forgetting that Cove is autistic and demiseuxal and that is such a rare representation to see and it is already erased in the fandom (especially his autism), but now is even more erased because people are grabbing everything that makes Cove Cove, and are applying it to Baxter.

That is also not touching the fandom treatment of Derek and how overly criticize his route his compared to Baxter's, like...DEREK'S PARENTS ARE GETTING MORE SHIT THAT BAXTER CANONICAL BIGOTED PARENTS LOL, WHAT IS THIS?? Are you guys serious?? I've seen a fanfic with Irene being transphobic, why the fuck would someone write that when Baxter's mom is right there?

And Derek shitty treatment doesn't end here because people are straight up erasing the guy and not ?? talking about on how well written he is ?? He is not erased sorry, he's forgotten, no one cares about him. And when people care is a) rare or b) so criticize to the point where is no longer a criticism but just you bitching about it.

And it doesn't end there! Baxter is so talked about that people are more interested in him making a cameo in OL:N&F than the main characters of that game, THAT'S HOW THINGS HAVE GOTTEN, We've gotten to a point where people cares more about some white man than Qiu or Tamarack, which are way more interesting than him as characters but neither of them are white skinny man so lol, who cares about them.

AND TO TOP THIS SHITSHOW IT SOMEHOW GETS WORSE FROM HERE BECAUSE PEOPLE DON'T EVEN ARE CARE ABOUT THE INTERESTING ASPECTS OF BAXTER'S CHARACTER!!

Everyone is molding him like clay to create this, confident rich white boy when he is not?? and that's...the whole point of his route?? That he shouldn't need to put up this mask and to actually be a fucking human being?? THE FACT THAT HE IS A QUEER KID WHO HAD TO CUT OFF HIS PARENTS AND HAD TO BE INDEPENDENT FROM THEM AND LEARNING TO NOT DEPENDENT ON HIS PARENTS? (monetarily wise that is)

And like, people forget the man is queer, he is queer, he's a queer person who had to hide who he is to his parents and then had to cut them out for his own sanity, and no one mentions it.

The fandom as a whole erases queer identities,when this game is literally made FOR queer people don't you love it when straight people come into our spaces and erase our identities lol, that is a problem that more people should acknowledge, alongside the fact that Baxter's stans have taken over this safe space, overtook the main love interest, and ignore the genuine interesting aspects of Baxter's character to make him their own little doll they can play with and not appreciate a guy who is trying to learn how to stop being that mask everyone in the fandom has fallen over.

And I know, I know , I will get shit for daring to go against your favorite white boy, but consider that some of us played this game because an autistic character was in it, consider that this game is queer friendly and the fandom is also erasing that queerness to make horny fan fiction**, consider that some of us fond comfort in Derek and Cove's story and now we see everyone overtaking their stories by a white boy (that you can find in every other game), consider that his talk is tiring, consider also the fact that Baxter is technically queer and no one ever talks about it, consider that this game was a safe space for marginalized people and now it no longer feels that way

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**with horny fanfiction I mean people re-writing Cove whole personality (and sexuality if we're being honest here) and making him this...horny big man when...he is not? He got stressed out by simply having to share a bed with MC, he's extremely shy around the subject of sex and he gets incredibly nervous about it.

I personally think that is due of both his queerness and autism (and yeah his personality, but autism affects ones personality so lol, sue me) since demisexuality means he genuinely doesn't understand how people can feel sexual attraction, and mixing that with autism means he probably doesn't understand the SOCIAL pressure around sex and having sex.

Granted that's speculation on my part but as someone who is (probably) autistic and asexual I can tell that, at least a majority feels this way and Cove is literally is the type to have this kind of mentality, he does not understand how Baxter can flirt with him after mere seconds of knowing each other

[rockingrobin69]

Seriously, though

“Here,” with a giant heave, “just a little—c’mon, Potter,” pulling the arm slung around Draco’s shoulder tighter. “It’s just a bit further, you twat.”

Potter’s smile was smeared all across his face, unbearable at such a close distance. “You’re so strong,” he said, twattily. Draco resisted the urge to push him off.

“You’re making it so much harder than,” short on breath for laughing. “Come on, you big lug. There’s a warm bed waiting for you just the other side of this corridor.”

“How do you know it’s warm?” Potter asked. “Did you try it?”

“Of course. Nothing but the best at Chez Malfoy. See, if you were a normal house guest and not a silly goose—”

“Am not a goose,” indignantly. “Silly, maybe.”

Draco stopped them both halfway through the corridor. “Maybe?”

“Maybe. I’ll give you somewhat silly, on occasion.”

Eyebrow hiking: “On occasion.”

“And only somewhat.”

This grin-thing his face was trying to pull was achey around the corners. “You mean,” Draco said, “that cursing yourself with jelly-legs and getting your own flat flooded with patchouli was not an entirely silly thing to do. Only somewhat silly.”

“Certainly an occasion,” Potter said, and his eyes sparkled. “Thanks for having me, by the way.”

“Oh, sure. What else could one do when the Chosen Git wakes them up in the middle of the night in uproarious fits of laughter? It’s no problem, I mean,” when the smile on Potter’s face dimmed. “I’m happy to have you here. As long as you need.”

They both swallowed at the same time. It was quiet, middle of the night, just them here. Holding each other and standing very close. In his house coat, and his red-red cheeks, Draco felt miserably naked, too obvious.

Then Potter’s legs started twitching again, and he started laughing, again, this helpless, raw sound, and Draco was helpless too. To it, to him. With his shoulders and colourful socks and the strands of his hair that kept catching his eye.

“Here,” Draco realised he was saying, only after he brushed a few of those away. Gulped loudly. “Let’s—come on, let’s get you to that blasted bedroom.”

Potter echoed his swallow. His nervousness, for some reason. “What’s that door over there?” pointing at the nearest one.

“That one’s mine.”

“Oh.” Sucking in his bottom lip in a truly unfair display. “What if,” he started, shook his head, nodded, “wouldn’t it be easier if—”

“I’m not giving you my bed,” Draco heard himself say with pure shock, instead of, for example, “yes, of course, anything you’d like, forever actually.”

“I’m not asking you to, git. I meant, maybe we could share.”

“Share…” comprehension, rather than dawning, sank. “Share my bed?”

“God, you can be so thick,” and why did Potter sound fond? “Had to curse my own legs and still you continue to—”

“I’m the thick one, when you cursed your—wait, what?”

“Will you just,” laughing, “Malfoy, shut up, for the love of god, and take me to bed already?”

His heart splattered against his ribcage. “Take you to bed. Yes, I can do that.”

To the… guestroom, right? That’s what they were talking about.

“Malfoy,” again in that inexplicable tone, the one that went soft and low instead of—instead—“I was serious. About sharing. I’ve been serious about if for quite some time.”

The heat in his cheeks and the frenzy in his chest: “Yes?” meaning, really? Meaning, me?

“Yes.”

Melting a little, “It is closer. My bed, I mean. And, the sheets are clean.”

“Always prepared at Chez Malfoy.”

“Shut up, you absolute goose.” Nearly brave enough for a smile, tilting his head towards his room. Bursting when Potter, eyes twinkling, nodded.

He was taking the silly goose to bed. How… fortunate, really, that he opened the door. That Potter’s legs were still dancing, that the other, nearer guestroom for some reason didn’t come to mind. That Potter was serious, he said, had been for a while now, and that Draco was too, entirely too serious for him. Almost too serious to laugh when Potter’s right foot sent in a truly spectacular jig: almost.

They laughed together. Twats. Even the bedroom door laughed with them as it closed. Then the hinges of the bed as they gingerly climbed on. Then the birds in the morning, when they woke up, still holding each other’s hand.

(Hi, so, I might be doing a bit of flufftober? Grab a link to AO3 if you want to keep up with the sporadic posting schedule. Love and soft to us all).

Freely Given and Entirely True - Robin's 2023 flufftober collection

[stopscammingartists]

last message i will send but I was just saying we should probably give a little more benefit of a doubt to cohost about this. also agreeing with reporting and/or reporting a user for committing a very serious offense and then very seriously talking about it a lot and talking a lot about the other weird bad things that user has done very much implies you want the user banned, but *surely* I'm the one with reading comprehension issues.

I was just saying we should probably give a little more benefit of a doubt to cohost about this.

Why? They claim to be trying to create a trans-inclusive environment.

But push come shove they don't put their money where their mouth is and fail to uphold the standards they claim to. If it's not malicious bias, then it's incompetency, which is no better. You put a black and white easy to recognize rule in your TOS and you fail to even acknowledge it when someone violates it? Give me a break.

also agreeing with reporting and/or reporting a user for committing a very serious offense...very much implies you want the user banned

Genuine question:

Are you transphobic? Wait, sorry, it's rude to ask sarcastic questions. You're a transphobe.

No, seriously, from the "it's not really deadnaming if the names are only 1 letter off" and this shit, I think you're just transphobic.

Pointing out that someone deadnamed someone else and reporting it is an upstanding thing to do. If you cared about trans people you would understand how bad deadnaming can be, and reporting is the only avenue to try and make it stop.

The floraverse community was given a letter by Jolly with the very first sentence saying "I consider my old name to be a dead name, do not use it."

Eevee was informed. She has even used the correct name in the past for Jolly.

She just doesn't care. Why should the person she's deadnaming, the person Eevee is slandering, reach out to her again? Why should Jolly, or anyone who cares about them have to put themselves in that position for someone who has already been informed, shows that they are in fact, fully informed, and doesn't care because the cruelty is the point?

I think it's just worth pointing out that, when faced with someone who is deadnaming you, who knows she's deadnaming you and doesn't care, your ultimate solution ends up being "shut up and take your licks". Because Eevee won't stop unless the platform she is using to deadname the person makes her stop.

That, I think, is unacceptable.

and talking about the other weird bad things the user has done

You can thank the toonimal post about this where another user got banned from cohost for doing similarly "weird bad things"!

...But lets not call it that vague nonsense, lets call it as it is: its pedophilia enabling behavior in the best case scenario.

Which, for the record, I only reported Eevee for deadnaming my friend. The ways Eevee has enabled pedophilia have not been done on cohost, and I do not believe that to be an actionable report on cohosts part.

I just think people who enable pedophiles are dangerous and should be avoided.

but im the one with reading comprehension issues

You make too many assumptions and you looked forward before you leaped.

Seriously, what planet do you live on where the first known violation of a rule such as no deadnaming would result in an instant ban? I don't believe anyone reasonable would expect, or demand, a ban on the first offense like that. It's not my problem that you make assumptions and have unreasonable expectations. Jolly just doesn't want to be deadnamed.

[ltwilliammowett]

Evading Impressment

Escaping from a pressgang was not an easy thing to do. You might manage to escape a crimper and not take his shilling. And maybe you were even exempt from pressment, which meant that you had a letter from the admiralty (rather from the sick and hurt board) exempting you from service because of a serious health problem. However, this was dissolved in 1803 because there were simply too few men and so those who were considered unfit were allowed to be forced back into service. This process was called Hot Press.

The Neglected Tar, c. 1800, evokes the effects of impressment on a seaman's family and home. (x) 

But now we come to how you could actively escape a pressgang and you had to be very creative, because the men could not be tricked so easily. As in this case from Cork, where a desperate man tried to fake his own escape to avoid being caught by the active pressgang of a local warship. However, the poor soul had not reckoned with the Lieutenant on duty. He had gone so far as to go into the church and, surrounded by all the mourners, open the coffin and pull the not-so-dead man out of it and take him with him. Bell, an already experienced sailor from Newcastle, was caught in 1813 and briefly stored in a room of a government building while the press gang went on with their business. Bell almost ended up back in the Navy if it weren't for his sister. She had managed to gain access to him and was there with him to tase the clothes. Now a rather tall and much stronger woman than before left the building and disappeared. A little later it came out what had happened and since women were not allowed to be pressed, she was released.

The liberty of the subject, by James Gillray, 1779 (x)  

 Thanks to a jack trick, a young sailor who had just been discharged from the navy escaped a press gang in 1815. They picked him up in London and just as they were about to take him away, he slipped out of his jacket and ran away. Of course, the press gang ran after him and right into the arms of a group of workers who had placed themselves protectively in front of the fleeing man. Eventually, a big brawl broke out and both groups parted badly battered. The victim himself managed to escape and was not seen again.

 The Pressgang, by George Morland, 1790 (x) 

Another type of rescue was the fictitious arrest. The pressed one was accused by his friends of having committed a minor crime or another minor offense against them, which required a trial and thus took him out of the press gang. It quickly turned out that there was no evidence against him and so he was released, hoping that the press gang had already moved on. But of course they were not stupid and some lieutenants were so smart and just waited in front of the prison to collect the seemingly lost loot. Out of about 10 fictitious arrests, about 5 were recaptured.

The press gang seizing a waterman of Tower Hill on the morning of his marriage day. Illustration from The Comprehensive History of England (Gresham Publishing, 1902) (x) 

Another method was to sign in as a fisherman. There were agents and lawyers who drew up these papers and were in contact with fishermen who earned some money with each new crew member, even if the member never showed up for duty. But this way the men were protected from serving in the Navy.

[obsidiancreates]

The Algae Is Always Greener On The Other Side (Part 1)

(Just finished the Rise series and movie, almost done with 2012 season 3, I NEEDED TO MAKE THIS! It's 4,500+ words long and it's taken me hours to write this, and I am so tired and have work tomorrow, so if there's typos I'm sorry but they can't be helped. Starting with 2012 Episode 1, next part will be 2012 Episode 2, then we'll do Rise Episode 1. Rise Boys and 2012 Boys, plus Splinters and Aprils, are all trapped watching their respective shows with each other)

"Ugh... what the..." Raph puts his hand to his head, slowly opening his eyes. "Oh, not this again, where're we now?"

"At least we're all in the same room this time," Donnie grunts, pushing himself up. He gasps quietly. "Or... the same... somewhere."

It's not really a room, per say. Just a... space. It's not a blank void, but it's not anything recognizable. It's almost incomprehensible, except for a few things.

There's a rug beneath them. It has the Hamato Clan symbol on it. There's a large TV in front of them. There's a big couch. And they're very much not alone.

Splinter rises to his feet, wincing and holding his own head. Leo gets up a second later, sees his Sensei struggling, and moves to support him. April groans from her spot on the rug, and Donnie rushes to help her stand.

None of them touch the... other, group.

The big one gets up first. "Okay... who poisoned us this time?"

"That was once."

"Once is too many times, Donnie!"

"Raph, shhhh, my head is full of bees."

April blinks. "Are those-"

"At least it's not the '87 ones again," Donnie mumbles. "But, but how did we all-"

"OHMIGOSH!" The other Mikey suddenly gets into Donnie's face, and boy does it hurt his eyes, because somehow this alternate is still 2D and it's even less comprehensible than their surroundings. If it gets any worse he might succumb to eldritch maddness. "Are you guys... us?!"

"Most likely." Donnie scoots away. "Let me guess. Mikey?"

"YES! I can't believe it! Why do you look so weird?"

"We look weird?" Raph growls and stalks closer to Other Mikey. "You're the ones who're cartoons!"

"Ahem." Big Raph picks Little Raph up by his shell. "Hey, let's not get off on the wrong foot here, okay? Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Raph."

"I'm Raph."

"Okay... uh... is that a problem for you?"

"Raph, don't-" Leo is cut off by Little Raph crossing his arms.

"Yes, it is."

"Okay, uh. I'll be... um..."

"RAPHIE!" Other Leo jumps up on Raphie's back. "Oh, we're so getting the other us to call you Raphie!"

"Fine. Then you're Leon."

"These are just nicknames we already have." Other Donnie dusts himself off. "I shall be... Othello Von Ryan!"

Raph snorts. "yeah, I'm not calling you that."

"He can be Donald." Leon smirks at him.

"Fine! Then Mikey is Angelo!"

"Works for me!"

"Our Splinter gets to stay Splinter," Leo demands.

"Okay." The human girl with them shrugs. "Ours is usually Splints, anyway. I, though, am not changing my name! I am... APRILLLL O'NEIL!" She strikes a pose with her bat.

"What if you go by your full name, and I just go by our first, then?"

"alright, I can get beh- wait. You're me? I got whitewashed? In the year of our lord 2022?"

"Um... for us it's 2012- no, wait, 20... 13? No..."

"It does not matter." Splinter looks around. "Why are we here?"

"Who cares? This TV is the screen of my dreams!" Splints leaps into the couch. "Hehehe, now where is my remote? I want to watch-"

The TV flickers to life, making everyone draw their weapons. Thumping hip-hop music begins to play as the screen shows shots of a dim New York city. It zooms in on a manhole cover, and transitions to sewer pipes.

"Hey! I did not pick this!"

"Wait... that looks like..." Donnie sits down as well. The screen shows a shot of a dojo from the outside, and then Raph's face takes up the screen.

"It's us!" Mikey hops onto the couch, and Angelo plops down right next to him. "Dudes, we're a TV show! Check us outtttt!"

"You guys look so serious." April O'Neil laughs a little as she sits. "Is that just life for you?"

"You have no idea," Leo grumbles.

The training session begins, and Leo is shown running at Mikey. Mikey defends, grinning and bragging as they spar. Angelo's eyes shine as he watches the way Mikey uses his nunchucks.

"Whoa... are you doing that without mystic powers?!"

"Um, yeah? WAIT! Do you have mystic powers?!"

"I sure do!"

"AWESOME!"

"Sheesh, but that Me is lame." Leon kicks his feet up. "The fighting is coo but where are the jokes? The snappy one-liners? The taunts?"

"Just wait," Raph says with a grin. "Trust me, we can't get him to shut up with those sometimes."

"Hey!"

Raphie frowns as Screen Leo hits Mikey in the gut hard enough for Mikey to go down. "Wait, are you guys training there?"

"Yeah. Why? Do you train differently?"

"We usually try not to knock each other out. ... Usually."

Raph eyes his counterpart. "You and I are very different people."

"Is it bad to ask about the voice?" Leon leans over to Leo. "Because you do not have that voice the TV has."

"I got throat damage."

"Riiiight. And... how do throats work in your world?"

"Nardo, hush!" Donald leans forward. "My counterpart is now onscre- what is that? Why-why is your staff made of wood? I have used one and it worked fine, but that was with mystic powers."

"Oooooh, spinny..." Angelo is transfixed as Screen Donnie spins his bo like there's no tomorrow before attacking.

"Trust me, I've tried other weapons." Donnie shrugs. "It's just, familiar and reliable. Plus I uh, add a blade to it sometime after this, since this is pretty clearly the day we were first allowed to go to the surface."

The TV pauses as all of the other more colorful turtles and non-turtles slowly turn to look at them.

"Your first day up there?" Leon's face scrunches. "And... how old are you in this?"

"Fifteen."

Splints leaps to his feet. "You were not allowed on the surface until you were fifteen?! What did you do until then?!"

"Uh, this." Leo gestures at the TV. "And watched shows, too, and read comics!"

"And that's... it?" Raphie looks sick. He looks at Splinter. "Why'd you do that?"

"You will see soon." Splinter sighs. "Perhaps our worlds are very different, if you think it was not needed to hide away."

"Oh, we hid," Splints says. "But I would never force my sons to experience so little in life!"

"You were pretty absent to stop us for a long time, to be fair," Donald chimes in.

"Wha- I was trying not to smother you!"

"We love you anyway, Pops," Angelo says while hugging his father. "But yeah, you didn't pay enough attention to stop us usually."

"By the way, this might be a bad time to mention it, but um, your Splinter sounds like our Shredder. You guys have one of those, right?"

Splinter's eyes go wide. "I- I share a voice with your Oruko Saki?"

"... Okay, so you do..."

"Leon." April moves her hand across her neck.

"What? I'm just saying he- ooooh he's having a panic attack. ... My bad."

Raph growls at Leon. "Well you know what? Your Splinter sounds like an assassin who tries to kill us all the time!"

"What?" Splints looks at the screen again. "But how-"

"Yeah, well, your me sounds like if we gave one of our Foot Enemies a lozenge!" Donald chimes in, backing up his Leon.

"Well you sound like you only eat plain noodles all the time!" Mikey shouts, jumping to his feet.

"You sound like my robot son Shelldon if he was a jerk!"

"HEY, NOBODY TALKS TO MIKEY LIKE THAT BUT ME-"

"ENOUGH!" Splinter rises to his feet, and all of the more colorful group flinch away as memories hit them. He sighs, rubbing his eyes. "Enough. Perhaps, this is why we are here. To help heal some wounds those we share similarities with across worlds have caused. But we will never now if we do not allow this to finish running it's course."

"Fine." Splinters crosses his arms and gets back on the couch. "But I will think you deprived your sons of important experiences."

"I sometimes do as well. But you will see why I had no choice."

The show resumes, and they watch Donnie and Raph spar. Donald leans over and whispers to Donnie, "Is that staff spinning a stim?"

"How did you-"

"You're also on the spectrum?"

"I haven't even told my brothers-"

"Shhhhh. It's okay. I may find you strange and offputting, but we have solidarity in this." he moves back to his seat, slowly, with a slide whistle sound, because he's a 2D cartoon.

"Onegai Shimasu."

"Wait wait wait, you speak Japanese?!" Leon looks over at Leo in amazement. "Did your Splinter actually teach you Japanese?!"

"Yours didn't?"

"We live in the New York sewers! Understanding Japanese was always lower on the list than 'Reading signs that say you will die' and 'This is how you scream for help'!"

The training goes on, and Angelo slowly comes to frown. "Heyyy... why are Mikey and Donnie left out of the fighting?"

"We lost. That's how it goes, bros." Mikey shrugs.

"Well then, how do you learn to work as a team?"

The more muted colored turtles all share looks, and Leo coughs. "We're... constantly improving our teamwork."

"We still suck at it," Raph says bluntly.

Raphie frowns harder as he watches his other self take pride in hurting Leo and then brag about being better. "So... I'm guessing you're not the oldest of your family."

"Nope."

"And you're definitely not the one who protects them all the time."

"Actually, he kinda does. And also beats us up. He does both. ... Bilingual!"

Donnie smacks his face with a groans. "Not what that means, Mikey."

Training ends with Splinter giggling mischievously, and Splints finds himself giggling in a not dissimilar fashion.

And then...

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Teenage Mutant Turtles! Heros in a half shell, turtle power! Here we go it's the lean green ninja team-

"Oh, whoa, dudes! This rocks!" Mikey jumps up and starts dancing, and the entire colorful clan follows.

Leonardo's! The leader in blue, does anything it take to get his ninjas through!

"Wait, you're already the leader?" Leon gapes. "No wonder you're so not-quippy, you're like Raph but more willing to fight us!"

Donatello is a fellow, has a way with machines!

"That's all I get?!" Donnie stands up and points at the screen accusingly. "I do chemistry, bio-chemistry, hacking, half of our planning-"

"I think the lyric is fine." Donald crosses his arms.

Raphael's got the most attitude on the team!

All eyes turn now to Raphie, who seems to be trying to make himself smaller and sweating under all the attention.

"Raph has the most attitude?" Angelo says slowly in disbelief.

"Wow... we drew the best Raph card, didn't we?" Leon pats his older brother on the shoulder. "Thank you for not being giant and temperamental, bossman."

"Can you imagine if our Raph was huge like that?" Mikey whispers to April.

"No... good thing he's small."

"I can hear you, and being short has it's advantages you know!"

Michelangelo! He's one of a kind, and you know just where to find him when it's party time!

"Heck yeah you do, dudes!" Mikey does a spin move on his shell. "Whoo! Party guy, right here!"

"Wow!" Angelo jumps in, trying to copy the moves as exactly as he can.

"STOP!" Donald suddenly goes completely still staring at the screen in... horror. "Are those..."

Leo on the screen cuts two robots in half... and pink brain creatures pop out.

"The Kraang." Leo shrugs. "They were tough at first, but-"

"They're... tiny." Leon is staring as well, stiff as a board and gripping his katanas so tight his green knuckles turn white. "They... they're tiny? And you can cut their suits in half?"

"Yes. ... Why? What are yours-"

"Not tiny." Raph reaches up and covers his eye.

The energy in the room shifts to something... stifling. April shudders, feeling the cold terror and rage and jealousy swirl through her own spirit.

"I don't know if we can watch this," Splints mutters. "My sons, are you..."

"They're easy to beat?" Leon breaths out.

"... For the most part," Leo says softly. "We struggle here at first."

"Do any of you get... do they..."

"... One grabs my face after the first fight," Mikey says, sitting down slowly. April holds her head as the terror increases. "But I get it off really fast!"

"They're basically jokes," Raph says, uncrossing hsi arms and leaning forward. "They talk stupid, and once they're out of those suits they can't do anything. If yours could even speak outside of those suits, they could do more than ours can."

"... Okay." Leon sits back down. "Okay. We can... we can do this guys, right? It's... it's just like making fun of the villains when we're fighting them. Make them little, and they can't hurt us as bad."

"... Right." Angelo sits back down, clinging to Raphie's arm. The rest of the family does the same, Raphie and Leo becoming squished into the center of the huddle.

The other group doesn't ask. It feels... private. The show resumes.

It shows a pile of algae and worms, and Mikey gags. "I can't believe we used to eat that every day."

"You ate that every day?!" Leon, still pale but seemingly comforted by his protective wall of family, gags as well.

"For fifteen long, long years," Donnie says sadly, wincing as he recalls the feeling of worms in his mouth.

"What's the frosting made out of?" "You don't wanna know."

"Mikey?" Angelo looks at him with wide, sad eyes. "Do you not know how to cook real food?"

"Uh, I can blend pizza into a milkshake."

"If we can see each other again when we're out of this weird place, I'm teaching you how to cook. For real."

"Awesome!"

"HAPPY MUTATION DAY!"

"Ooooh, everyone hush now," Donald says, waving a hand. "Origin story time, I love these."

Splints watches, arms crossed, growling. "You just stumbled into it?! I was kidnapped by my girlfriend, and then kidnapped again by my new co-parent and former enemy, and then had to rescue my sons from being turned into weapons against humanity!"

Now the muted colors clan turns to stare.

"Don't worry, that guy is good now!" Angelo says brightly. "He's a lunchperson!"

"You let the genocide-hungry madman work around human children?!" Raph shouts.

"He reformed!" Angelo protests. "He's our other dad now!"

"You guys are messed up!" Raph crosses his arms again and turns to scowl at the TV.

"Go no further! This place is a place where you are not allowed to be in this place! We have been seen in this place by you, so this is not a place that will be left by you!"

The colorful clan's jaws drop.

"Is that... how your Krang talk?" Leon breathes.

"All. The. Time!" Mikey groans in irritation. "It's the worst!"

"I think we'll be okay watching this after all," April O'Neil says with a grin. "Because these guys are nothin'!"

"Wait, you kept the canister?!" Splints laughs. "That- you kept it! That is such a bad memento!"

They watch Splinter speak in riddles about if the turtles are allowed to go to the surface or not. Eventually they break out the Sad Eyes, and he allows them to go up.

"Ha, not as tough as you pretend, huh Little Raph?" April O'Neil smirks.

"If it gets the job done it gets done, I'm not ashamed of that."

"Cuteness powers," Angelo whispers, fistbumping Mikey.

"Whoaaa, that cartoon looks like a Jupiter Jim ripoff!" Leon's eyes sparkle. "I gotta watch all of it, right now!"

"Do you mean that? Because I have all of the VHS tapes!"

"Ugh, VHS tapes? Why do you guys live in the ancient times?"

"More importantly, why are you all in a void doing random fighting moves and poses?" Donald points at the screen.

Donnie shrugs. "How should we know? To us we were just practicing a little extra before going up. It's a TV show, it's not going to represent everything perfectly exact."

They watch Splinter give cliché parental advice, and Splint's expression softens. No matter the world, no matter how absent he can sometimes be, he always wants his boys to be safe.

They watch the turtles climb out of the sewers for the first time, and Leon frowns. "Uh... guys? Why is your New York so... empty?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Um, because it's the city that never sleeps?"

"... What?"

"Your New York is terrible," April O'Neil declares.

They watch Donnie freak out over some computers, and Mikey freak out over some neon lights. Then they see a pizza boy ride up, and Raph scare him.

"The one single living human in your entire New York, and you scared him!" Leon shakes his head. "Who knows when you'll see anyone again in that empty wasteland?!"

"Soon, trust us," Donnie says.

And then they watch the very first time the turtles try pizza.

"You poor, poor souls," Raphie sniffles, genuinely tearing up at how they're frightened of the delicious food at first. "How'd you even survive?!" His family all nod with him, also all tearing up.

"Dudes, I ask myself that same question all the time," Mikey says solemnly."

But the tears disappear as soon as the next shot comes, of them running with their arms sticking straight out behind them. Leon, Donald, Mikey, Raphie, and April all react by choking like they were just gut-punched.

"Are you... Naruto running?" Donald whispers. Is it horror? Awe? Confusion? None can tell.

"What's... Naruto?" Donnie and the others all look lost.

"Ohmigosh," Angelo whispers. "They don't even know."

"This is so funny and so, so sad," Leon says.

"The music is cool, at least," Raphie says, trying so hard not to laugh.

"Guys! Look at that!"

It pans down to a girl and her father-

"AHH!" Donnie hurries to cover April's eyes and ears. "No, uh, haha! This didn't happen, stupid TV show, getting things wrong-"

The colorful clan stares in horror as it zooms in on April, romantic music playing, and then back to Donnie surrounded by hearts and drooling...

"I'm going to be sick," Donald gags. "I- hurk-" He retches over the back of the couch, and April O'Neil stares at Donnie in horror.

"IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO!" Donnie pops his entire body into his shell, steam of embarrassment and mortification rising out. From within comes his echoey protest of "I DON'T EVEN FEEL THAT WAY ANYMORE!"

They watch April and her father clearly about to be kidnapped, and Donnie say to save her while Leo says they were told not to.

"What kind of heartless not-hero are you?!" Raphie exclaims.

"It was our first time ever on the surface! Excuse me for being a little afraid to get into a fight!"

"I thought you wanted to be a hero! Since when do heroes ask for permission?"

"Yeah, you said it, Tiny Me!" Raphie holds out his fist for a bump. With a moment of hesitation, Raph obliges. His fist is tiny as it doinks against Raphie's larger, spikier one, but they both smile afterwards.

Screen Donnie jumps right down to help, and Donald scoffs. "First into battle and you don't even have tech? I don't know if that foolish or brave, no I'm lying it's foolish."

"It was, but I just knew I couldn't let April be kidnapped."

The guys throw her into the back of a van, and Raph is the first to engage with the creepy clearly-not-human men. They watch the absolute disaster of a fight as everyone gets in each other's way. Even with impressive individual skills, they just aren't a team.

"Don't feel too bad," Raphie says as all of the turtles looks away from the screen in shame. "Our first fight was also a disaster."

"Majorly so," Leon agrees. "We got our butts whooped."

They watch Donnie knock a bad guy away, causing April to almost fall. He grabs her and smiles, and she screams! It makes Donnie scream back, dropping her and flinching away!

"Sorry about that, by the way," April says, patting Donnie's hand. "It was just a lot to process in the moment."

"No, no, it's... fine." Donnie pulls his hand away, looks at his three fingers with... some mix of repulsion and a form of grief. "If I were human, I'd scream too."

The colorful clan all frown and narrow their eyes. Angelo stands up. "Dr. Feelings in session."

"What does that-"

Angelo grabs Donnie by the shoulders. "You know you aren't lesser than a human, don't you? We're unique and different, but that doesn't make us anything bad or to be ashamed of. You're an awesome ninja who's first instinct was to save the girl in danger, you're a good person and that's what counts!"

Donnie stares, mouth agape, unable to respond. April giggles, and puts her arm around him.

"He's right, Donnie. Human or not, you're my best friend, and I'm glad to know you."

"B-but-"

"Shush shush shush, sit on it, think about it, let it heal you." Angelo sits back down, earning a fistbump from Donald and Leon.

The fight continues to go badly for them, and April is taken away. Mikey is left alone, with one of the creepy men.

"This is the part, dudes! Once we get into the alley the Kraang pops out! Get ready!"

With narrowed eyes and tense body language, the colorful clan watch. Screen Mikey lashes out with his weapon, and cuts half the face off of the man.

"HOLY HOT SOUP!!!" The entire colorful clan shoot up out of their seats, striken with shock!!!

"YOU CUT A MAN'S FACE OFF!" Angelo screams!

"It was a robot, look!"

"BUT YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT!!!"

"Neither did we!" Raph looks at Mikey. "Dude, what the heck happened?!"

"I panicked, alright?! Just- whatever, I never did it again!"

Finally, it happens. The Kraang pops out and latches onto Mikey's face, as humorous music plays.

Raphie can't watch, nor can his brothers, but April O'Neil and Splints can. They both shudder in disgust.

Mikey runs out ad tries to tell his brothers what happened, but in his panic he doesn't say the right words immediately, and after that they spend the whole time assuming he's delusional or stupid or just lying.

"You guys are so mean!" Raphie pulls Mikey over to the colorful huddle. "Why would you assume the worst?! And why would the leader slap someone who's panicking?!"

"Look, I admit with hindsight we... didn't react very well here. But we were just tired and annoyed after losing the fight!"

"Not an excuse!" Raphie squeezes Mikey in a hug, making Mikey's eyes big out and knocking the wind out of him. "He's your brother!"

"Don't any of you lie or make things up sometimes and ruin your trust?" Raph growls.

All eyes turn to Donald and Leon.

"Whaaaaat?" Leon chuckles, sweating. "I don't-"

"We're both the evil twin, but I am eviler," Donald says.

Back in the sewer, they watch Splinter scold the team, and the team begin to fight with each other.

"You guys really do suck as a team," Raphie mutters.

"We've gotten better since then," Mikey wheezes.

"Oh, well that's good to- oh my gosh! Have I been crushing you this whole time?!"

"It was kinda nice though."

Screen Splinter takes responsibility for having failed to train them as a team, and says it'll be another year before they try again. Donnie protests, insisting they help the family.

"So you're the heroics-obsessed one in your universe?" Donald looks incredulously at his counterpart.

"No! ... Not-not always! ... M-maybe, sometimes, look most of the time if I don't do something, no-one else will!"

"I feel that," Raphie says, now holding his hand out for a bump from Donnie. Donnie gives him one, while glaring and fuming at Donald.

They watch Splinter consider the words, and look at a photo of himself, a woman, and a baby. Splints gasps.

"You had a family before the boys?"

"... I did." Splinter looks away.

"Why are they with you down there?" Leon asks. Angelo shakes his head.

"Fire sounds," Angelo mouths. Leon blinks, and then looks at Splinter with sympathy.

Splinter appoints Leo the leader, and Raph gets angry.

"It turned out to be the right choice," Raph grumps.

They explain the plan to Mikey, apparently something they did many times before then. While it irritates the others, Mikey remains peppy. It then turns into a slow montage of Donnie and Mikey trying to pass the time. They play paper football, Mikey naps while Donnie tries to jumprope and does poorly at it, and they play I Spy.

"Okay, I'm thinking of something green. Ga-reen, ga-reen!" "...Is it Raphael again?"

"Whoa, what was with the first name use?" Leon calls out.

"And why do you sound so tired?" April O'Neil looks worried. "How many times did Mikey pick Raph?"

"I don't even know. The hours blurred together into sludge," Donnie groans.

"What else would Mikey pick, in that empty nothingness they pretend is New York city? What a complete lack of town," Donald says.

Raph complains about how the villains will never show up, and then they immediately show up. Leo quotes Space Heroes, but everyone else is already down there. He follows, and the turtles surround a man.

"Did Donnie just punch a fist into his open hand?" Leon says, drawing out the words. "Like a schoolyard bully?"

"I was trying to be intimidating!"

"Aim a gun at him."

"I don't have guns!"

"Do you have robots with guns?"

"No! Well, Metalhead had a flamethrower, but... I-I haven't... rebuilt him. ... Yet."

All of the screen turtles try to intimidate the man, and he responds by... firing a gun at them.

"See? I told you."

"Shut it, Donald."

The chase goes about as well as the first right, with Raph being smashed into a building and the man almost getting away if not for Leo throwing a well-aimed (or just very lucky) shuriken. The van crashes, and they surround it. When they open the door...

A canister rolls out.

The glowing blue-and-green liquid makes an odd sound as it rolls to Mikey's feet. He stares at it for a second, and then- "Mom?!"

A sting plays, and the episode ends with a grayscale still.

"Oh, what?!" Donald grabs his head in frustration. "I hate cliffhangers!"

"But... are we supposed to be surprised that the weird robot Krang guys are the same ones? They kind of laid that out for us at the start," Leon says.

Angelo shakes his head. "I think it's supposed to be building the mystery, getting us invested!"

"Well, I certainly am." Splints leans back in his seat. "If only we had snacks!"

Suddenly, several fresh pizzas appear.

"Well, an eating break won't hurt anyone," Raphie says, rubbing his hands together."

"Let me check for poisons," both Donnie and Donald say at the same time.

"I hate that that's what we have most in common so far," Angelo sighs.

[dislifeismid]

Can u write a li ling nsfw😫 hes so fine

I shall do you one better.

My blog is both swf and not so there may be some minors roaming- DO NOT. NO. BAD >:C GETCHO FACE OUTTA HERE. HISSSSSS. IMMA GET THE SPRAY BOTTLE.

NSFW alphabet: Li Ling edition 💪

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Li ling's got energy for days. It only ever stops when you want it to stop- he'l still totally peppy and ready to go on with his day, so he's got all the energy to properly clean up and take care of you! He's just not very good at it. He's a bit confused but he's got the spirit.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Is that even a question? His arms. So helpful! Such a nice display of his strength! On a partner? He's an ass man.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A disgusting amount of it- it's hot, believe it or not. His body temp is already pretty high, the man is a walking furnace. He likes cumming inside since he doesn't like dealing with messes, and maybe he's got a bit of a breeding kink somewhere in there.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Nothing's really a secret with this guy, he speaks his mind 24/7 with no shame. He's totally oblivious as to how disgusting the words comin outta his mouth may be. Your cute little himbo just can't keep his thoughts to himself ♡

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fairly. Have you seen the guy?? Probably maybe had a couple flings on the regular. He doesn't think it's a big deal- plz bonk him whenever he brings up one of his previous romps so casually. Why are you jealous?? You're the only one for him now :( he doesn't see the problem in talking about the past?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

No support, just him holding you up with his own strength and grinding you down on his lap. He loves showing off and this is a great way to show off not only his strength but the height difference between you two as well. He thinks there's nothing better than you hanging off his cock, feet not even touching the ground. This way he can pepper your face with kisses too! His arms allow him great possibilities and he loves trying out plenty positions (some of them more dangerous than others, someone stop him before he snaps a spine)

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy. Dumb, dumb little man. Doesn't really see sex as super intimate, he treats it pretty casually. You're positive he could hold up a full conversation whilst balls deep in you (cuz he has 🤦‍♀️). He does not take it seriously and while you can barely make a comprehensible sound he'l be snickering at how fucked out dumb you are, cracking mocking jokes and comments at you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn't grow much body hair but he does got some down there, i doubt he trims, unless you ask. I don't think he'd shave. And yep, his hair's already dark i don't think it can get any blacker. The curtains do match the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Li ling's totally drunk over you, unlike his previous casual fucks he's in LOVE with you and it shows. He'l always be covering you in cute little kisses in contrast to how mercilessly he fucks you. It's kinda cute, in a way. It's how he shows you're special to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he has time, he'l do it but i don't think he goes out of his way to rub one out. If he's bored, eh might as well. But if it's not the time it's not the time. He also just doesn't really care about popping a boner.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, marking, size difference...

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. He doesn't care. In public if you don't care either. If you're down he's down.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Feisty partners, not necessarily brats, that's annoying. Just ones that kinda fight back. He admires a strong opponent- if you kick his ass? Hard. You're so hot when you're badass ♡ he also just likes the idea of winning against you by fucking you thoughtless. Hah! Payback! That's whatcha get for thinkin you can outdo him!!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything nonconsensual (noncon roleplay), anything to do with scat, anything involving restraints... (his arms are good enough, he doesn't trust anything else)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and has experience with it, and he wants to show it off yknow?? BUT he definitely can't deny the freaking fun he has watching someone struggle to take him all the way. He's so proud you almost made it this time! Awh! ♡

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow si not a word in his dicktionary. Get used to it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yep yep! He's always down, he's kinda just always lowkey horney. Ask and you shall receive.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Too much for his own good, you should probably say something sometimes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

You'l never find out, you can't physically hold out long enough to know just how many rounds Li ling CAN go for. He lasts a LONG time too, and he doesn't even care about edging himself. He's built different for real.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably owns a couple fleshlights, maybe something for nipples. I don't think he's too picky. He got a hole, that's all he needs. I do think he buys more than the average person because uhm... he- he tears them a lot.....

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I don't think he realizes that he's being unfair, he just is. You think he's playing dumb but he genuinely did not know he was being a teasing little bitch

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So loud, too loud. Everyone will know. His coworkers probably give him just 'dude. Like- no. Quiet down. I did not need to hear this. Ever.' Honestly the only way to keep him quiet is to occupy his mouth with something else. Shove your fingers in his mouth, kiss him, have him bite you or nip at your chest- otherwise you bet everyone will know just who and where you're fucking.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I got nothin'. This man made me go brain dead.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Qpejwidgjn Big. BIIG. Monster cock Li ling reporting??? If yall ever read Arataki itto smut- he's that level. Maybe a LITTLE less. It's thick and long and he has big breeder balls to match. He's a shower not a grower pqhsifnw why do you think he wears those pants. Yeah. Also i swear he's not wearing boxers in those 🤨🤨🤨

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Always high, but he won't necessarily bother to deal with it

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You gotta force him for him to settle down and sleep. Why sleep?! He still has so much to do today! He wants to be productive! Awh. Okay. You're kinda cute when you're asleep. He'l join ya for a lil while ♡

[brandnewhuman]

IN THE BACK OF

MY MIND

∆one shot∆

Starring:

Elijah kamski x Connor

CONTENT:

Tw: major character death, hurt no fucking comfort bros. Canon typical violence, guns and bullet wounds, maybe a lil gory description(?) Kind of suicide. Angst so much angst it's getting ridiculous

Summary: he needed to make it right

A/N: okay folks i have finally made it. IM PARTICULARLY PROUD OF THIS ONE CAUSE I HAVE NEVER WROTE ACTION SCENES AND IT WAS PRETTY HARD. Anyway, first ship fic too so let's fucking go broskies. This idea came to me because of a convo with @bloodlst . I hope you all like it BYE

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He has always prided himself of being really hard to upset, his control over his own emotions and reactions have been mastered through years of hiding them away from anyone.

But to be completely honest, this was starting to get really unsettling really fast.

Maybe he had really sheltered himself too much, self-imposed Isolation far away from every problem and everything that could disturbed his inner peace for too long, cause right now even he couldn't help the painful and uncomfortable knot growing in his chest.

Ever since he has made his controversial comeback as a cyberlife CEO fully supporting Markus and new Jericho in their struggle for android rights, he has been pestered by the DPD with requested presence during particularly nasty android abuse cases. He understood the need of having him, since he has basically created them, to help the investigations go smoother and get more information out of the androids without traumatising them any further.

Connor hasn't been that happy about it since he knew how unpredictable a scared and traumatised android can be but Elijah had reassured him countless times of how he was more than capable of handling this.

Truth be told, his reason behind being helpful was a little bit more selfish than he would like to admit. Ever since his recent comeback and collaboration with Jericho he has come to face the consequences his hiding away from the world had brought which, unsurprisingly, were quite serious.

For one his already rocky relationship with his brother has somehow been even more affected by the fact that while being in his little own piece of paradise he has ended up being even more unreachable in case of need than before. He expected leaving behind his few and precarious relationships would end up in people resenting him, contrary to the popular belief he did feel guilty though and he knew perfectly well that shutting everyone out has been a really shit move from his part, but what he was supposed to do? He could argue that he deserved a break, he deserved to be left alone even at the cost of sounding selfish.

He has spent his whole life being pulled one way or another, used by everyone and anyone and squeezed past his very limit just to be thrown out in the end. Being kicked out of his own company, the very thing he had built on his own and has cared for since day one, just because he wanted it to be much more than just a mindless mass-production brand was the cherry on top of a very fucking depressing cake.

He was just tired of all of it and no one seemed to get it cause somehow he always managed to be seen by everyone as some sort of narcissist and heartless prick no matter what.

Well not everyone, there was Connor who, for some reason that completely escaped Elijah's comprehension, decided to make it his mission to be the one who would put up with the reclusive CEO. At one point Connor explained it as the closest thing to what humans call "gut feeling" about Elijah being more than just a cryptic and sarcastic asshole, Elijah on the other hand just thought it was poor judgement and really bad taste, maybe even a little bit of masochism.

But despite all his efforts to keep him at arm's length the android really used every bit of his programming perseverance to make Elijah cave in. Hank once said that it's hard to hate the boy when he's the embodiment of a lost puppy around people he likes and Elijah had to agree with that. He was so used to never needing any kind of love from anyone, to never expect anything without the other person having ulterior motives behind their actions that Connor's presence was as scary as it was intoxicating.

The irony of being more comfortable around his own creations rather than humans didn't go unseen, but they were truly quite a pair, always out of place among their own people but never between themselves. Just to think about going back to not having Connor makes him sick, the idea of losing the only person in this world he can give all his unconditional love and trust to without getting back anything less than the same was annoyingly debilitating.

He got so wrapped up in making his own world revolve around Connor and his positive opinion on him that the reality of what the world really thought of him crushed on him like hundreds stones at full speed.

It has been brought to his attention by many rather unpleasant encounters since being back in the city, that he's not just disliked by a large number of humans but by an even bigger amount of androids. Once again not really surprising, the common reason that seemingly brought both humans and androids together against the inventor was always tied to his self-imposed exile in one way or another. Only difference was that androids were undeniably more in the right of being mad and to be honest their hate hurt Elijah more than other humans' disappointment.

He did abandon them, he could and should've done something for them since their very existence is because of him but he just kept hiding away, fooling himself into believing that if he didn't see the problem then it wasn't really there. He could feel the painful and oppressing wave of guilt Connor has described to him so many times and it truly was as terrible as his beloved android described.

That's why when it came to interacting with androids he seemed to lose all that confidence he otherwise always carried around, not even a joke or one of his usual snarky remarks escaped his lips while meeting Markus and the others at Jericho or when an android seemed to recognise him on the street he never dared to allow himself to feel any type of annoyance at their angry gaze.

Connor did end getting more worked up about it for the both of them anyways and he couldn't even begin to explain to his big hearted android why their resentment was well placed and why it wasn't as unfair as how he got treated because of his ex deviant hunter occupation for which he didn't got any choice. From Elijah point of view it was just some well-deserved payback for a really big fucked up.

Which led him to accept captain Fowler's offer of helping Hank and Connor with android cases as some sort of consultant in particularly difficult cases where they needed to be extra sure the androids would not self-destruct themselves. He needed to make it right and somehow all the things he tried to do never felt enough, so what better than actively being there this time for the newly deviated androids who were having trouble with their emotions?

"He is a PL600 model, responds to the name Michael. His former owner and partner, Jeffrey Miller, filed a report of missing person report after he went missing 2 months ago. The bastard that was keeping him doesn't seem to have any criminal record besides some minor warnings after some neighbours complained about loud noises" Hank handed the file to Elijah who was transfixed by the state of the android sitting on the other side of the two way mirror that separated the interrogation room with Connor.

"We found evidence of him being involved with android trafficking. It's obvious he kidnapped Michael for his biocomponents, we have found more android parts as well in the house" Hank hard tone did nothing to hide his frustration and concern with the situation, likely due to now being basically Connor's parent figure.

Michael reminded Elijah so much of one of the androids they kept inside the evidence room that he was able to fix, Daniel which was too a PL600.

Hank crossed his arms and looked at Elijah before keep going with the information "His neighbour called because of the smell. Connor did that reconstruction thing and said that the android tried to fight back which resulted in that asshole dying. As many androids who go through this he just hided inside the house"

Michael sported everything from dents on the side of his head, to patches of white exoskeleton showing where scratches or marks have damaged the synthetic skin, to dark bruises or the closest thing to human bruises to even a missing arm. The most noticeable thing was his jaw piece being completely white now that it has been somehow kept from falling all together and put back to place.

He was used to seeing damaged androids, but for some reason the sight of Michael was much more disturbing than anything else. The discomfort was similar to how he felt every time he had to fix Connor after being hurt during work.

He quickly checked the file Hank handed him, a frown upon his face while trying to concentrate enough to gather as much information as possible to know how to handle the situation. "I suppose he has gone through a hard reset thus explaining why he didn't try to go back to Mr Miller… " his frown deepened as he looked up to see Hank nodding at him in confirmation.

"That fucker was busy with another android before getting to Michael. He probably forced him to stasis until he was done with the other victim" he could already see what Elijah was about to asked so he took a deep breath and braced himself to answer the unspoken question while carefully keeping his gaze off Elijah, not sure enough of wanting to see his reaction "the other victims…it was too late. Connor couldn't even find any memories in them or saveable data. I'm sorry kid…"

Logically he knows he cannot save every single android around but it is still hard to just accept the fact that sometimes there was nothing he could do, that he has failed yet again. The guilt from thinking that somehow this could've been prevented if he did something sooner and the sadness of knowing that a whole person, a small world who has most likely fought its whole life, has died and he couldn't do anything about it. Yes, he could always replace biocomponents, reprogram and make them from scratch but they wouldn't be the same, that would be another person and the one that belonged to that body would never come back.

"I think Connor is done with the interrogation…I should go in" his voice was devoid of energy, he sounded as drained as he felt and his attempt at avoiding to acknowledge Hank's words went through. He exited the small room, only after closing the door behind him he allowed himself to subtly let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

Two officers were waiting outside to escort him inside the interrogation room, he tilted his head towards the door before following them inside. As soon as they stepped in they took a step away to let Elijah reach Connor's side while they posted themselves right behind Michael just to be able to intervene faster if something went wrong. Brown eyes immediately found Elijah's icy blue ones, a subtle fond smile graced the detective android's lips and his led spawn a soft yellow before settling on the usual calm blue, the inventor could feel his own eyes softening in a fond gaze.

The small moment was broken off by Connor looking back at Michael again. "Michael..this is Elijah Kamski, he's here to help you. He's going to run a check up on you so he can begin to fix you" Connor was careful to keep his tone as calm and matter-of-fact as he always did when dealing with newly deviated androids to avoid triggering self-destruction. Elijah tried to keep his eyes off Michael for as long as possible, busying himself by reading the file once again even if by now he has already memorised the whole thing. He had this nagging feeling that if he allowed himself to lock eyes with the android, something would go very wrong very fast.

Eventually he had to look up though so he just pushed the feeling to the back of his mind and took a tentative look at Michael just in time, cause after what felt like hours but really it was just seconds, the android addressed the CEO.

"I know who you are.. " his eyes, once vacant and distant, now were coldly piercing through Elijah. His voice was something more than a whisper, slightly distorted by a possible damage in his vocal processor but full of restrained anger that was very close to overflowing "you created us…just to leave us behind. To let them…do this" the room already aloof atmosphere went even more sour with every word from the android's mouth.

Elijah should've seen it coming and it wasn't really that surprising, he should be used to this by now but there was something that made Elijah's blood run cold and swallow with difficulty. There was a very sharp and dangerous edge to Michael's voice that made the inventor's mask of confidence fall for a second.

"I understand your wariness towards me, but I can guarantee that I'm here to do everything in my power to help.." a wave of relief rolled down his body for having kept his voice steady and calm enough.

Connor frowned slightly, his led spinning yellow once more, opening his mouth slightly to try and reason with the other android just to get interrupted "it's not fair…it is not…he abandoned us. He left and watched as we…suffered through this. My body…m-my life is..i-is.. " he kept muttering with fast pace, a lost gaze set on nothing in particular, eyes full of tears and dread as panic started to take over.

The CEO felt almost sick and racked his brain to find something to say but even if he managed to succeed he would never be able to mutter a word out of his mouth. He felt freezed in time as he watched distress consume the android. His grip on the paper folder tightened slightly as he tried to keep his own panic under control. He could feel Connor's worried gaze on him, surely catching on not only with Michael's stress level but with Elijah's too.

Michael's eyes jumped from Connor to Elijah, seemingly analysing something. His eyes widened in realisation for a moment as if he had finally understood what he was trying to, just for it to be replaced with a defeated and disheartened look.

Elijah concluded that somehow he has understood where Connor's opinion about the CEO stood. Which only seemed to agitate him even more than before.

Even if they didn't need to breathe, the android's breath hitched and he choked out a sob, clutching his chest with trembling fingers making Elijah and, surprisingly, Connor flinch. The officers behind Michael exchanged a concerned look, as if they were warning each other to stay alert.

"he could've helped and he did nothing!! Nothing nothing nothing and-..no… so unfair..so so so unfair" the inventor could clearly see he was talking to Connor now as his face morphed into a disgusted frown, his only hand now clenching into a fist above his chest that was now going up and down from hyperventilating.

Now that Michael seemed to have withdrawn to himself, muttering and rambling, Connor took the opportunity to silently request assistance from the officers in getting Michael out of there. He turned to gently grab Elijah's arm, led spinning a more intense yellow. He took the folder that the inventor had been carrying around from his hands and put it on the desk, making Elijah take a step backwards in order to place himself in front of him to block the unsettling view and hopefully bring Elijah out of his own panic.

He was sure Connor was speaking to him, probably telling him how they should go from now on with the situation but he couldn't really listen. Even with the slightly taller man in front of him he could still see a small glimpse of Michael being helped to stand up, how the android's eyes were trained on Elijah as soon as he dared to look.

It has happened before, it was nothing he hasn't heard from other damaged androids or even perfectly functioning androids. Maybe all of this was starting to take a toll on him, it could be that maybe he has never got as used to it as he thought. And even if both things could be true he knew, deep inside, that this time all this uneasiness wasn't just his guilt.

Since the first moment he was informed of Michael's case there has been this feeling of impending danger at the pit of stomach, which only worsened when he went into the police station to meet the android.

And then, almost as if God had finally decided to let him catch on to what was going to happen, everything went terribly down.

He wasn't as fast as Connor in realising what was happening, he just had the time to acknowledge the android wiping his head sharply towards Michael while pushing Eijah behind him.

Michael's features twisted in anger and had already taken the gun of one of the officers and knocked him out cold, giving time to the other one already pulling his own out and aiming it at the android.

"Don't shoot him!!" Connor's hand quickly extended towards the officer, the other one already up towards Michael to partially cover further Elijah behind him. Connor's led was now spinning a violent red "Michael please, put the gun down. I can ask Mr Kamski to leave so we-"

"GET THE F-FUCK AWAY FROM ME."His rough and strained voice glitched from the vocal processor exertion. His shaky hand aimed frantically at anyone who as much as breathed "H-he…he said this would keep..keep happening" it was almost a whisper from his quivering lips, trying to keep at bay the tears.

Elijah kept his hands up just to show the android he wasn't going to do any harm before addressing him and taking a small step to the side to see his face better "Michael… I know you don't trust me but you can trust Connor, you won't have to see me again but you have to put the gun down" his tone was calm and gentle as if he was talking to an upset child.

Connor was glaring daggers at him but he didn't care. He knew the android wouldn't want to listen to Connor right now, he needed to reason with him before he could hurt himself or others.

Michael only shook his head no frenetically, eyes wide and full of panic "no no no…he said it, he said IT HE SAID IT. the more they'll fix us…the more they'll have to..to use." His glossy eyes were vacantly staring through Elijah, almost looking lost in his memories before continuing "you brought us to this world…just to feed your ego. You made us…made us feel, you allowed all of this to happen.."

Elijah was sure Connor was already preconstructing the course of the events, what to do and what no. He could bet all he had that the android had already analysed the situation and by how cautiously he was moving closer him he was sure he already knew what to do. Unfortunately for him Elijah did too, same idea just different person executing it.

The inventor closed his eyes for a second to steady his own heartbeats, swallowing hard and opening them again before speaking "you're right. I have done a horrible thing and I'm so sorry Michael. I know you're angry, rightfully so. Just let me make it right okay? Tell me what you want and I'll do it but…please put the gun down"

The look on the androids face, how his expression fell almost immediately finally letting all the tears go sent shivers down Elijah's spine "you don't get to make it right…" he muttered with feign calm, his lower lip trembled slightly before curling into a sad smirk "you shouldn't be allowed to fix anything… to fix us again so we can get hurt all over again" he breathed out a humourless laugh, the smirk now a full smile. Something akin to relief crossing his features, his hand grip on the gun slowly getting steady and confident "no…this ends now"

Both the officer and Connor were on edge, exchanging a silent understanding of what they should do. Elijah for the very first time in the day felt at peace, almost matching the sense of relief Michael was feeling.

He couldn't know for sure but he had a feeling this would go this way. Apparently he was the only one who had thought about it because Connor was very confident that Michael would try to shoot Elijah, the latter on the other hand knew he was not planning just on that.

If he didn't do something Michael would shoot Connor, he would have the time to fire two shots more before the other officer makes a move or maybe, Connor would be able to disarm Michael. But if he wasn't the first shot would go straight through Connor's head, the other two would be to Elijah which was the most likely outcome given the circumstances. No big deal right? Connor's had been shot at the head before, everytime he has come back. But Elijah knew it wasn't the case, and he was painfully aware of the fact that Connor hasn't realised, in his haste to protect him, that if he gets hit it is gonna do some serious damage. The kind of damage androids come back as brand new people and not as the person the body used to be.

So that's how it would go, he survives and lets the only one who has ever truly cared for him die and become someone different with the same face of the person he and many others loved. Live with the knowledge his own mistakes have taken Connor's life, Hank's newfound son and a friend to many others.

In some way Michael's was right, he didn't get to make it right by fixing androids after what he has done (or what he has not done). It wasn't like he was suicidal or something, it wasn't really about him wanting an easy way out. Like Michael's said, this ends now and not because he wants to but because it is the right thing to do. He has exceeded his staying, his purpose has been completed and all he wanted to do with his life has been achieved. He even had the opportunity to feel and experience a healthy and loving relationship, to see his own creations win against all odds for their right to live.

Wasn't that enough? Hasn't it been a really fulfilling life? Maybe someone would disagree but he did feel quite at peace with it and he did feel like it was enough, and even if it wasn't he has never been one who could see himself lasting years, always felt more like his expiry date was much sooner than others. All he could think about, weirdly enough, was that one argument over Frankenstein years ago with Gavin that has been marked in his mind as the day all of this truly started. He still remembered it so vividly and not just because of his eidetic memory but because it was his fondest and last memory of him and his brother together. He finds himself realising that he has turned into the much hated doctor, denying to acknowledge the responsibility of what he has done for the sake of his peace of mind.

Some sort of agreement between the Android who was holding the gun and the inventor was reached, their eyes looking into each other with understanding of what was the fate of both. He could only hope Connor would forgive him one last time.

It took longer for the bullet to be shot than for Elijah to grab Connor's jacket from behind and turn him around to face the two way mirror, almost like Michael was respecting Elijah's decision and waiting for him to be done. Had it not been for the advantage surprise was giving him, Elijah would have never been able to move Connor. Seemed like it was his lucky day then.

His poor attempt at sparing Connor a rather traumatising view went south, before the bullet hit the back of head the last thing he saw Connor go quite literally through all the 5 stages of grief in a matter of seconds. He almost felt one last stab of guilt until he suddenly felt no more. The bullet went through Elijah's head and exited out his right eye, splattering blood all over Connor's back before finally hitting the glass, cracking but not breaking it. After it there has been another shot but Connor couldn't hear it nor care. His eyes fixed on the circular crack of the glass, the led that had stayed red was now deepening into a darker shade betraying his inner turmoil.

Kamski's body kneeled behind him a second after the shot, it was such a slow movement for a dead person that for a moment Connor thought he hadn't seen right when he looked at the reflection in the mirror showing Elijah's eyes splitting open. As soon as the knees hit the floor the rest of the body sat back, slouching forward because of the weight of his head tilting down. Soon enough blood started to drip onto the floor at a steady pace, the whole room invaded by a chaos that seemed so far and felt so insignificant to Connor right now.

He took his time in turning back, not trusting his legs to support him if he went any faster. When he finally faced Elijah's body he felt like what could only be described as a if his programming was suddenly collapsing on itself. He has felt like this in the past, the most recent moment he could recall was almost getting trapped by Amanda inside his own mind.

He has seen many corpses, both android and human, he has seen many people dying and yet this was the most horrifying sight he has ever come across.

It's the idea behind it, the voice in his head that started to list a number of things that would never be the same after this. He couldn't move, couldn't speak nor tear his eyes apart from Elijah, not even when he felt someone yanking his arm to try and take him away from there.

Elijah was dead, his Elijah was dead. He was dead and yet people were asking Connor if he was okay as if he was the one who had been killed, why were they worrying so much about him? He was obviously fine, there was a dead man in front of him proving that he had gone through it just fine. He absentmindedly pondered if there's someone who would understand how he was feeling right now, no… if there was someone who would feel the same he was because of Elijah's being dead. The answer came up almost like one of those software instability alerts he used to have.

No one would feel like this, this has happened cause no one would feel like this for Elijah. Be it because he didn't let anyone get closer aside from Connor or because other people thought he didn't deserve people grieving for him. Connor just knew no one would ever feel as if Elijah, with his death, has ripped something very important and vital from them. People would be shocked, maybe sad for a second or two or maybe not even surprised at all before moving on.

And that's what bothers Connor the most, knowing everyone would move on and he was stuck there. He will be forever stuck there as he was almost stuck in the zen garden, his body would carry on without him while his mind would just stay in that room forever staring at Elijah. Waiting and hoping foolishly that maybe there's an emergency exit from here too, that this is just temporary, a preconstruction going too far. That once the simulation is done he will get to save Elijah, to tell him he would never be able to forgive him for this.

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

The Cut And Run

(thank yous to @autumnslance for giving an more accurate description!)

Otherwise known as Estinien caught feelings for Riven and ran away because ew.

(snarky commentary ahead)

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Following a particularly passionate night after the liberation of Ala Mhigo, Estinien ran away from both Riven and his burgeoning relationship with her because Oh No He Had Caught Feelings and basically they didn't reunite until well after she had returned from the First and the Scions were happily back in their bodies.

If you ever watched Sex and the City, remember this episode?

(if you haven't, tldr, Carrie's boyfriend spent a night with her after they were attempting to work through their problems, then ran away like a little bitch the next morning after leaving a Post-It as the breakup medium all because he couldn't handle not being as successful an author as she was)

In Estinien's case, oh No The Feelings Ew I Have Caught Them.

Snark aside, getting serious. Estinien still was working through and processing a lot of stuff post HW/pre StB/post StB. It did not help that he and Riven were both extremely slow burn throughout HW. All the yearning, all the pining, all the get to know each other, a stolen kiss/grope or two--oh and yes you saved my very self from getting assimilated like the Borg into the very dragon I'd sworn vengeance upon.

(Big brother feelings for Alphy's somewhere in there too)

Riven was also dealing with a lot of stuff as well. She had Zenos and every single fucking red flag he was tripping for her, the emotional backlash of getting her ass kicked not once, but twice--and what she had to do to become stronger, liberating Ala Mhigo and Doma, Cid and Nero's Most Excellent Adventure, Hien's dealings with Yotsuyuu...

Oh yes and the guy she totally had the hots for finally reciprocating. However from the get-go the relationship had problems that neither side wanted to acknowledge at the time--Estinien bottling up and holding himself back, and Riven picking up on this but totally starry-eyed and rose-colored glasses and not following that gut feeling of hers to fully call Estinien out on his bullshit.

Now when Estinien did pull the Post-It maneuver, Riven was hurt. For all her naivety, she had poured the entirety of herself into the relationship. And on a more intimate level--Estinien had been her only lover in years. Prior to that, Riven had been in full oblivious demisexual mode (unless Estinien was around), inadvertently laying to rest the hopes of one Ser Aymeric and Lord Hien for her affections.

(Also four big brothers were very keen on putting a certain Hingian prince through the wringer.)

Estinien pulling his bullshit was also a major blow to Riven's self-confidence. She started to withdraw from her friends, but a confrontation from the Bro Squad made her confess what happened. Augustine, Reinhardt, Mathye and Sebastian (with help from Krille and Tataru) helped Riven rally.

(With a certain elezen going to #1 on the hit list)

With the Scions starting to become comatose however, trying to figure out what happened to them, along with events building up with the Empire--it was a stressful distraction for Riven. The fear was very real that she would lose everyone she cared for to this strange affliction.

Then Ghimlyt happened.

On Estinien's side, that was was the first breaking point for him to realize that his feelings for Riven ran far deeper than infatuation or lust. For Riven's part, it gave her a chance to speak with Aymeric (and Alberic) about Estinien while she was recovering, and start to truly understand what was probably driving his actions.

(Not that she hadn't already been aware, but now she was being given a chance at a deeper comprehension of his personality.)

This, combined with the events of the First--while it didn't quite strip Riven of her rose-colored-glasses view, she did return from Norvrandt more battle-hardened, mature, and well...thanks to two particular jackasses--

(long live the gremlin).

She'd had time to come to terms with her own feelings for Estinien as well--they were also just as deep, but then there was just the little matter of he fucking ran away the morning after and really did he think so little of her that she wouldn't care about his own issues? Because to give Riven some credit, she had tried. Not a very good attempt, but she had.

On Estinien's side, he was going through hell. Riven and her battle-brothers had seemingly disappeared, the other Scions weren't any help, Krille and Tataru were putting him through the wringer for what he'd done in Ala Mhigo, Orn Khai and a certain fucking Garlean also had sharp words for him on the matter, and oh yes where the fuck was Riven was she okay was she safe--

It turned out that after all, he was not immune to Feelings.

So wisely, Estinien decided to face the Scary Feelings head on. He would Accept The Feelings And Yes He Would Not Hold Nothing Back...

Which meant seeking out a certain brunette, having a Talk, surely she would be logical and reasonable...

Riven: Fuck You.

Estinien: Huh?

The Bro Squad:

(Estinien, realizing he has to fight through four angry big brothers to get to Riven)

(TBC)

[deepspacedukat]

I was going to add a comment to your post about ST:PIC, but I felt maybe this was too long and personal of a comment. And I don't even need a response if you don't feel like giving one. But I wanted to say, I understand, at least a little. When the DS9 episode with Jadzia's same sex kiss aired the first time on live TV, I was watching, and my mother turned it off and said it was disgusting. It's not like I was a little kid either - I was a teenager. I didn't see the end of that episode until it was streaming on Netfix decades later. My mother watched TOS when she was younger, so you would think that she would've understood that Star Trek likes being on the cutting edge of social commentary.

Anyway that was almost 30 years ago and I wish the real world had changed more in that time. I'll also add that my mom turning off the TV that day didn't stop me from eventually thinking that both Bashir and Jadzia were the best looking actors on the show. That weren't Romulans.

Thank you so much for sending me this, my friend. 💜 I hope you’re okay with me responding to this publicly (if you’re not, please let me know and I’ll take it down asap). Seriously, this message and all the other responses I’ve gotten have been really positive, so thank you! 💖

I’ve been trying to think of a reply to this beyond a simple ‘thank you,’ because I definitely want to make sure what I say is meaningful (especially given the personal nature of your message). Because this message 100000% deserves a meaningful response. This is a really important topic.

It’s nice to know I’m not alone. I mean, obviously, I’m sorry you had to go through that, of course, but thank you for taking the time to tell me about your experience. Moments like both yours and mine aren’t pleasant, but they do serve to illustrate a couple points.

I’m gonna pop them under a readmore. This is just a little dig for a silver lining to all this. Feel free to ignore if you like. I just felt rambly and had a few thoughts bouncing around in my head.

1.) Reassuring Non-Uniqueness - Almost anything you go through has been gone through before. I’m not downplaying anyone’s experiences by any means! Own your story! It’s your own! Your experiences are important! What I do mean is that if you’re looking for a solution to a problem you’re facing, there are likely a lot of people who can tell you what they did/how they faced a similar problem. You can learn from their experiences and take comfort in the fact that someone knows how you’re feeling (or at least have a pretty good idea of what you’re going through). You’re never alone. There are people who’ve been where you are and who will stand with you. (Also, you can make some pretty awesome friends in the process.)

2.) Failure To Replicate - Hatred and bigotry are obviously bad things. Do I even need to say that? Hopefully, people know that already. For the sake of my sanity, I’m going to assume people do know that. Once you get to a certain point, you start to realize that if you’re recognizing hatred/intolerance in your parents that you don’t share, while the hatred is bad, by simply recognizing that you don’t share it, that means their attempts to teach you to be intolerant like them have failed. Instead of raising their kids to be exactly like them, the goal of every good parent should be to raise their kids to be good people. As long as people keep failing to raise their kids to be hateful like them, the number of kind people in the world will keep growing. [insert “Task Failed Successfully” meme here]

I know this isn’t like...a super comprehensive essay, but I did want to toss out my two cents in case it helps someone.

...Also, on a less serious note: You’re very right, Julian and Jadzia are both SUPER ATTRACTIVE. *giggles in bisexual*

[demialwrites]

For no real reason, I wrote about what might happen if the Turks found my fanfic (or yours?) printed out and anonymously distributed. Felt a bit cringe but it was fun to write

You keep your face covered by the small stack of white paper. Mustering your best confused expression, you do your best to keep your hand from shaking. You pretend to read. But you've already read every word. You were the one who wrote it.

Tseng is at his desk. Reno and Rude sit opposite the coffee table, and you're sitting next to Rude. They're all boring holes with their eyes into their own paper. The rest are all over the table. Rude turns the paper sideways, checking if that helps his comprehension.

Tseng's forehead is resting against his hand as he looks down at the words on the page. It's a mix of concern and disgust, with a frown so deep you're concerned it'll stay there permanently.

"I'm not even into this!" Reno insists angrily to the room, waving the papers.

"On what planet are people even into this?" Tseng agrees.

"Yes, this is...just...awful," says Rude.

"What?! You're barely in here!" Reno smacks his share of the papers, the sound which makes you turn pale just like said paper.

"I think this person might not know about me. I'm not in any of these. And it's mostly men." You say it awkwardly as hell but it's the truth.

"Noooo, there's some about that chick Tifa and plenty about that Ancient, here, too." Reno gags, adding, "Even Cloud wears a dress in some."

At the mention of Tifa, Rude starts slowly and slyly checking the other sheets.

"What I don't understand," Tseng says thoughtfully, "is who this 'Reader' is. We'll be in trouble if someone has inside information."

"The board will eat us alive," groans Reno.

Rude plucks one of the sheets from in front of you.

Tseng looks up from the papers spread across his desk. "I'm going to inform the president. This may be a serious breach of security."

Every word Tseng speaks tenses your body little by little. He may be observant enough to tell who wrote these stories. Or maybe not. He has a lot on his plate already. At his declaration of bringing the president into this, you shoot up to your feet.

"We should burn it!" You shout too loudly. You had copies in encrypted folders on your personal computer, anyway.

"Why?" Reno asks suspiciously.

"Because, uhh, it's disgusting?"

"True," says Tseng.

That hurts but you don't dare a say a single word. Before Tseng can leave, his landline starts ringing. He picks up the receiver.

"Yes, Mr.-"

You can't hear anything on the other line. In fact, the absence of a raised voice is chilling. Tseng is blinking and agreeing with what Rufus is saying. "Yes, Sir," he says softly, placing the receiver in its cradle. "The president is...displeased."

"You mean he's pissed," hisses Reno.

"I don't see the problem," Rude quietly says beside you.

"Because!" Reno leans across the coffee table and snatches the paper out of his partner's hands. "You found the Tifa ones! Didntcha?"

Rude acts shocked. His pride won't let him be seen wrestling them back so he resigns himself to glancing at other sheets.

Five minutes later, the four of you are lined up in front of President Shinra's desk. You're grateful Elena is busy elsewhere, even if you like her energy. She would have been louder than Reno and you couldn't take it right now.

Rufus is telling you all that he wants you to find the 'traitor' so he can turn their brain over to Professor Hojo for analysis. You scramble to head this off, but casually.

"I...don't think they'll admit to anything if we threaten their life," you suggest cautiously.

He frowns at you before continuing, and you're aware of a bead of sweat at your temple. "Scarlett has become insufferable. She's handed out her favourites to her whole department, calling them 'educational materials.' And productivity is down 60% company-wide," he says, waving his hand over the desk.

"Company-wide!? E-e-everyone is reading these, S-sir?"

"Yes."

You must look ready to pass out because Rude squeezes your shoulder in reassurance. Maybe your next fanfic should be about Reader melting into the floor and dripping down to the next level of the tower, never to be heard from or seen again.

"Do we have any clues as to who this is, Sir?" Rude volunteers.

Rufus picks through his own copies on his desk. He pulls one up. "We know they either have a vagina..." He picks up another. "Or a penis."

Reno starts coughs loudly.

Tseng steps forward to keep the conversation on track. "The problem is not the theme, it's the confidential information hidden inside." You silently curse the level of realism in the writing. He continues, "This person must be caught and stopped."

"What if they wanted to stop now and that's why they distributed these?" You ask.

Reno leans towards you. "You sound awfully defensive of this weirdo."

You open your mouth to defend yourself.

"Tell you what," interrupts Rufus, pointing at you all. "If you find this person, I'll let them go if they promise to stop writing this nonsense. And...if they can go four rounds with Reno like in this one." He holds up a particularly thick set of paper.

You blush, while Reno shouts, "Four?!"

"You read the whole thing, Sir?" asks Rude.

"It was riveting." He smiles but his tone is mocking.

Reno is muttering expletives to himself and repeating the phrase "four rounds."

"Reno!" You nudge him. "Be serious!"

Ah, but you were too bold.

"Be serious?! You wrote it!" He jabs a finger in your horrified face. "That's right. We knew!"

"No!" you shout in protest but you can't sound convincing anymore.

"You gave a good performance," congratulates the president.

Dropping the act, the others react to the illicit material written about them. Tseng looks disappointed in you. Rude wants to know why more isn't written of him. Reno gets in your space to slyly grin and ask if you really thought he could "go four times."

"Enough." The president's command ends the chatter. Then he smiles widely. "Your punishment." Your stomach drops. "I'll be picking my favourite and reading it at the next company address."

Your knees fall to the floor. "No, Sir, please-"

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Discover the Dangers of Sleeping with Contact Lenses

In our fast-paced lives, we often cut corners with our health, like skipping meals or neglecting exercise. This trend extends to eye care too. Many of us who wear contact lenses sometimes forget or find it easier to leave them in overnight. But this seemingly harmless habit can have serious consequences. Let's delve into why sleeping with your contact lenses on isn't a wise choice.

Oxygen Deprivation

Contact lenses form a barrier between your eye and the air around it. While this is generally fine for short periods during the day, keeping them in overnight hampers the flow of oxygen to your cornea. When you sleep, your eyes already receive less oxygen, and adding lenses to the equation worsens the situation. This lack of oxygen can cause your cornea to swell, leading to discomfort and increasing the risk of infections and other complications.

Higher Risk of Infections

Throughout the day, our eyes naturally produce mucus, oil, and other substances that can accumulate on contact lenses. When we sleep with these lenses, these deposits have more time to build up, creating a perfect breeding ground for bacteria and other microorganisms. Without regular cleaning and disinfection, the risk of developing serious eye infections such as microbial keratitis significantly rises. These infections can result in pain, redness, light sensitivity, and in severe cases, permanent vision loss.

Potential for Eye Damage

The eye is a delicate organ, and prolonged contact lens wear can cause mechanical damage. Normally, when we blink, our eyelids help lubricate and clean the surface of our eyes. However, when a foreign object like a contact lens remains in place for too long, it can disrupt this natural process. The lens may rub against the cornea, leading to irritation, abrasions, and in some cases, corneal ulcers. These conditions not only cause discomfort but also heighten the risk of infection and other complications.

Dry Eyes

Sleeping with contact lenses can contribute to dry eye syndrome, a condition characterized by inadequate tear production or poor tear quality. When lenses are worn overnight, they can absorb moisture from the eyes, leaving them dry and irritated. Over time, this can lead to chronic dryness, discomfort, and a host of other issues. Dry eye syndrome not only affects comfort and vision but can also disrupt daily activities and reduce overall quality of life.

Discomfort and Blurred Vision

Even if you avoid serious complications, sleeping with your contact lenses can still lead to discomfort and blurred vision. As the lenses collect debris and deposits, they become less breathable and more likely to cause irritation. This can result in blurred vision, glare, halos, and other visual disturbances that make it hard to see clearly. Additionally, prolonged wear can cause the lenses to dry out and become stiff, worsening discomfort.

In conclusion, while it might seem convenient to leave your contact lenses in overnight, the risks far outweigh the benefits. Oxygen deprivation, increased infection risk, potential eye damage, dry eyes, and impaired vision are just some of the potential consequences. To maintain optimal eye health and comfort, it's essential to stick to the recommended wearing schedule for your contact lenses and always remove them before bedtime. Remember, a little inconvenience now is a small price to pay for the long-term health of your eyes.

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ISLAM 101: ALMS AND CHARITY: VIRTUES OF ZAKAT: Part 18

HOW IS ZAKAT PAID?: Part 3

PAYMENT BEFORE THE DEADLINE

The payment of zakat during Ramadan does not prevent it from being offered before this deadline. Also, there is no harm in offering zakat which is due between two Ramadans during the previous (first of these two) Ramadan. It is well renowned that Abbas, the uncle of the Prophet (upon whom be peace), had asked the Prophet whether it would be appropriate to give zakat before its due date, to which he has given an affirmative response, attested to  by personal verification of the Prophet through the chain of Umar: “We received the due zakat of Abbas last year.” Thus, the gist of it all is that a person, without wasting time, must perform his obligations before the cut-off dates. All in all, there is no problem in paying zakat beforehand during the preceding Ramadan, for this is far preferable than being under the debt of zakat.

AVOIDING OVERDUE PAYMENTS

Irrespective of the circumstances, a person compelled with zakat by Islam should immediately fulfill this obligation. As for those with reasonable excuses, such as suffering financial strife, they have been excused in any case.

The Almighty has placed numerous cautions in His Book advising debtors to reimburse their debts without delay or otherwise face dire consequences. For instance,

And spend of that which We have provided you before death befalls any of you and he should say: “Reprieve me, my Lord, a while, that I may give charity and be among the righteous.” (Munafiqun 63:10)

Spend a part of what We have given you before that day arrives when there shall be neither trading, friendship or intercession. (Baqara 2:254)

In fact, the Qur’anic words, “Pay the due thereof upon the harvest day,” have been understood as a command by a considerable number of scholars, whereby palpable benefits derive from giving zakat promptly, as soon as crops and fruits are harvested.

On the other hand, sudden and unexpected death may mean that a person will be commencing the afterlife in debt, as it is impossible for man to predict the place and time of his end. For that reason, it is crucial to constantly be aware of this reality. The Messenger of God refused to perform the funeral salat of a Companion until another Companion had agreed to pay his debt, as discussed earlier. This debt in question only pertained to personal rights, whereas the debt of unpaid zakat is even more serious in that it concerns both personal rights and the ultimate right of God; therefore, the latter burden is indisputably heavier. In emphasizing the importance of this responsibility, and in trying to thwart people from taking it on the lighter side, the Messenger of God instructed in the following way a Companion who wished to ascertain the most valuable charity: “It is the sadaqa you present while you are full of health, greedy towards riches, living with the fear of poverty, and desiring wealth. Don’t you ever postpone this to your last breath, wherein you will say, ‘This is his and that is hers.’ But that would be worthless, as, at any rate, your wealth has already  become theirs!” In a  similar Qudsi hadith, the Almighty after illustrating the conceited nature of man, reprimands him: “You collect and then withhold, saying you will give at the moment of death. But isn’t that a little too late?”

WHAT ARE THE IMPLICATIONS OF DECEITFUL BEHAVIOR DURING PAYMENT OF ZAKAT?

No matter which action a person pursues, it will never escape the invincible, all-encompassing knowledge of God. In Qur’anic terms, though it may be the weight of a grain of mustard seed hidden in a rock or in the heavens or in the earth, in no way will it be beyond God’s omniscience. Being the Creator of everything, He certainly knows all things committed by a human, concealed or unconcealed. After gaining full comprehension of this reality, it is unthinkable for a believer to even attempt to transgress the limits and instructions regarding the payment of zakat. For the others who are weak at heart, spellbound by the world’s spurious luxuries, and who may resort to cheating their way out of zakat, the Messenger of God (upon whom be peace) addressed a simple but stern warning, as dictated to Abu Bakr and narrated by Anas ibn Malik: “Individual property cannot be separated in order to break free from the duty of zakat.”

For all intents and purposes, then, those fostering the anticipation that they might be able to break free from the duty of zakat are hopelessly trying to flee from an obligation decreed by God, simultaneously displaying a deceitful and swindling demeanor which is totally unacceptable for a Muslim to endorse. Irrespective of what the action may be, everything is being recorded, as we speak, to be exposed on a day when all secrets will be revealed. Fleeing from such a duty, when a true Muslim should actually be searching for ways to donate more than the bare minimum, can only be explained by a weakness of iman (faith in God), and such a feeble iman is bound to cause grave impairments over time.

CAN PROPERTY GIVEN AS ZAKAT BE BOUGHT BACK?

Speaking in terms of trade, although there may be no problem in buying a charity item back, insofar as zakat is concerned, it is rather inappropriate. The most famous narration involving this scenario is that of Umar’s, who had once given charity in the way of God, only to soon see it being up for sale at the market. Carrying the intention to repurchase that item, he went and asked the Prophet (upon whom be peace) whether it would be appropriate or not. The Prophet’s response was, “Do not revert to your sadaqa!” In another version, the Prophet says, “Do not repurchase it, even if it could be sold to you for one dirhem, as reverting to sadaqa is like reverting to something you vomited.” Bearing in mind both the fundamental trade principles of Islam and the above hadith, the scholars have concluded that although such a trade is financially valid, it is ultimately attached to a large degree of inappropriateness and therefore discouraged. It is clear that, in this case, the verdict is influenced more by a socio-psychological incentive than a strictly jurisprudential one.

IS THERE A WORLDLY PUNISHMENT FOR UNSETTLED ZAKAT?

Being a financial obligation and a matter of concern for the entire community, zakat has necessitated the installment of many incentives and deterring precautions against the evasion of payment—and appropriately so. Caliph Abu Bakr’s explicit declaration to wage war against the deniers of zakat, and the scholars’ agreement on the seizure of half the wealth of a withholder of zakat, can be considered as clear examples. As for the repercussions in the afterlife, we can only know what the Qur’an and Sunna permit, and due to our insufficiency in being able to entirely apprehend its nature, we leave the details with the Almighty and His Messenger. Simply put, acts of worship are constructed on faith, for which reason it is unthinkable for a true believer to abscond from duties pertaining to his/her servanthood. Nevertheless Islam,  in allowing no vulnerabilities in the matter of zakat, and in preparing for weaknesses of faith, has prescribed certain laws to address the diverse attitudes exhibited by those whose own beliefs have not reached a level sufficient for appropriate self-monitoring on this important matter.

Eluding the duty of servanthood, Islam maintains, is all but equivalent to transgressing the borders of the religion itself. As zakat is an imperative social requirement incumbent on Muslim individuals, neglecting this worship cannot be passed over lightly, and Islam cannot remain indifferent to those who avoid zakat, and quite plausibly, will take firm precautions. To impose a fitting punishment, the scholars have agreed upon seizing half the property of a person resisting zakat out of avarice, as verified by the hadith conveyed by Muadh ibn Jabal, wherein the Messenger of God had announced, “Whoever gives zakat accepting a divine reward will receive just that; and whoever refuses, we will confiscate half his property as penalization. This is one of the definite verdicts of God. As for Muhammad’s family, they have no share (i.e. they are ineligible to receive zakat).”

WHAT IS THE PUNISHMENT FOR UNSETTLED ZAKAT IN THE HEREAFTER?

The mysteries of the Heavens, impossible for a human to know, are only known to the Creator. The afterlife, as far as knowledge attained through human’s endeavors is concerned, is also a mystery. God, however, Who is the Ultimate Knower of all mysteries, has provided us countless information concerning the afterlife, including the destiny of those who resist the payment of zakat. The following verses depict the ominous situations they are destined to face:

Those who hoard up gold and silver and do not spend it in the way of God, give tidings unto them of a painful punishment. (Tawba 9:34)

That which they hoard will be their collar on the Day of Resurrection. (Al Imran 3:180)

Moreover, Sunna, the other half of revelation, contains additional reports in relation to this. The Messenger of God, as reported by Abu Hurayra and Jabir, said, “For those who deny the Right of God, as well as owning camels, cattle or sheep, their stock will return to them in the afterlife, more in numbers and larger than ever. The person will be seated in a straight and wide place wherein the animals, of which none have broken horns or are hornless, will begin to trample him. After the first round comes to an end, it will start again, and this process will continue until the verdict closes on all creatures. Again, if a person financially eligible for zakat refuses, then his wealth, in the Hereafter, will embody the appearance of a snake, bold from excessive poison. The man will flee, only to find that each time the snake is relentlessly breathing down his neck; and it will be exclaimed to him, ‘This is your wealth which you were so stingy over!’ Finally, realizing there is no chance of escaping, the man will helplessly insert his hand into the snake’s mouth, whereby the snake will commence torturing him by gnawing like a camel chewing crop.”

In another hadith, on the account of Abu Hurayra, the Prophet of Islam warned, “Gold and silver of which their rights (zakat) have not been presented will be brought on the Day of Judgment in the form of steel pillars, which will then be scorched and employed to brand their owners.”

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TMJ No More Review. Scam Or Legit? [2023]

Temporomandibular joint and jaw muscles disorder which is commonly known as TMJ disorder is a condition that causes pain and dysfunction in the joint and the muscles that control the jaw, tongue, throat, neck, and joint movement. TMJ sufferers often experience persistent or intermittent jaw pain, facial pain, head pain, and other physical pain. They also experience difficulty in chewing and often hear sounds of popping or clicking when trying to close or open their mouth. According to a study, around 20% of adults face TMJ disorder and pain once during their lifetime. It is a serious illness and needs attention. If you ignore the early signs, it may lead to severe conditions and undergo surgeries and other medical treatments. Here, the author shares the secret which is proven to naturally cure TMJ of its root cause and help you stop suffering from the miserable condition thoroughly. Achieve long-lasting better results following the natural cure and allow you to sleep comfortably without experiencing any pain.

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What Are The 6 Signs Your Kid May Need A Dental Visit?

Pediatric dentists offer primary and comprehensive dental health services for children. Children's gums, mouths, and teeth are cared for throughout their development by them. Its regular visits to your child's Dental Implant in Udaipur are also essential. If regular visits are not feasible, then you must make an appointment at the very least every six months in order for the best dental health. 

Whatever the case, old age or young age, A dentist is a perfect person to spot potential problems. For instance, a dentist can determine whether or not your teeth appear properly, and can help determine the likelihood of an orthodontic procedure in the near future. If your child has already developed tiny cavities, it means that the routine of cleaning is in need of improvement. As quickly as you can, consult with your dentist nearest to you and discuss the issue. If the little cavities are not addressed at the beginning, it could lead to serious issues in the future.

Dental care symptoms for your child

As a parent, you must inspect your children's mouths at regular intervals. You must also encourage them to floss and brush their teeth regularly. Children don't have the wisdom to brush their teeth correctly. You must clean your child's mouth twice each day. When you discover any cavities in the mouth of your child, you must visit your local dentist and provide the proper treatment. 

Toothaches

This is among the most commonly observed symptoms that nearly every child will experience at that age. If this situation occurs with your child too, you must call your dentist to make an appointment. The first sign is pain which indicates that something maybe not is right. The earlier you deal with it the faster you can get results.

Spots of black or brown on the teeth

Have you noticed the presence of black or brown spots on the teeth of your child? Dental caries must be treated as soon as possible, this is a warning sign that could begin to form. If, however, you notice spots that are growing each day, you must consult with a dentist as soon as you can. Be aware dental decay could develop rapidly, so if you spot discoloration, speaking with an immediate doctor is the best choice.

Teeth lose

In children between the ages, their baby teeth begin to shed. Within a few days, permanent teeth start appearing. Therefore losing baby teeth is quite common. However, if you find that your kids begin losing teeth around the age of 5 or 6 or if your adult teeth aren't strong enough, then it's best to see a pediatric Dental Implant Surgery in Udaipur. The dentist will inspect all of your teeth and prescribe the appropriate medication once you have visited them.

Inflamed gums

Are your children complaining that their gums hurt after eating hard foods or after brushing? Gum irritation is a major issue that shouldn't be overlooked from the initial stages.

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