#and also there's a hope that this time it may be different

[laroserie]

i love the idea of joining the batfam by dating bruce, but can you imagine how awkward it must be ?

like you are dating bruce, you most probably know he is batman (he couldn't date seriously someone and never tell them) which is like a huge thing, you probably knew each others for at least 5 years and dated for at least 2 before you even step foot in his house and even then ! you still have never meet any of his adopted kids, he always has a way of avoiding The meeting.

of course - you know who his kids are, bruce is ... literally the it guy of gotham, you very much know the names and faces of his family - but that's it (now if you know their vigilantes identities is different story)

the question is, are they aware of your existence ? (of course alfred is aware; that out of the question, he followed to development of yours and bruce relationship from a to z)

going more for a no, not at the start, bruce has this clumsy dumb bilionaire personality but he probably could not like for you to receive media attention because he doesn't wish for your privacy to be intruded upon because you are dating (now there may have been one instance where the paparazzi took a picture of you and him together, but they could only see you from the back, or your face wasn't visible for whatever reason). they probably learnt about your existence very late into your relationship with bruce, and it's surely by accident, like, one of them see a message from you to bruce (and it's something probably something very cheesy) when he left it somewhere by inadvertence. and depending on who see that, they either fully open bruce's phone (sorry but they all know his phone password, bruce isn't aware of that tho) and read your conversation or they find some others way to have access to his messages with you (that isn't so blatant).

they for sure, do an 'emergency' meeting about it (dick and damian were the two that really wanted to do one, the rest probably don't care that much at that time, they probably think you are just the fling of the month for bruce - well usually the fling of the month is not that ... cheesy with him ? in their messages, and the conversations aren't usually that long ... nor do they go back that much. but whatever ! they do suddenly notice that it's been a while, since, well the last fling of the month of bruce but, it must just be a coincidence) which end up with them keeping tabs on you, just in case

now, you meeting them could happen in two way

either they are the one to meet you first - they don't want to wait for bruce to formally introduce you to them - or them to you. the one that 'lead' this is for sure damian, he is determinate to find out your intention with his father (and fight you), dick will lie and say he is just there to make sure everything go 'well' but he is just genuinely very curious about you and the fact that you are dating bruce - this can go for most of them, tho cass and tim are probably the one that are the most reticent to meeting you ? but nevertheless, they still are here, because they for sure won't let damian and dick have all the 'fun'. now jason, is probably also coming for the shit and giggle.

or you meeting them could happen because of bruce - deciding that it's finally time you meet his kids, so he invite all of them to dinner telling them he was someone he wants them to meet, and telling you explicitly that he wants you to meet his family (and the people that are part of his family but aren't family family) - of course, he could talk about it with you first, he could never force you into that. the meet - dinner, probably do not go in the way bruce hoped for it to go (but truth be told, he wasn't expecting it to go the way he wished it did). it's not awful, nothing bad happen. it's just awkward. one of them (probably jason) let slip that they already knew about you - damian make it very clear that he doesn't accept you (and dick has to try to diffuse the situation and tell you that damian is just joking - damian is not joking and he gives a death glare to dick), tim probably do not say anything of half of the dinner before asking you a weird question about something he should have no information about (like what's up with one of your weird habit / quirk), cass is just silent - she assess you for the entirety of the dinner (she conclude by the end of it that you quite a nice person and that she likes you quite a bit), duke is very kind and is very polite with you (he is a bit apprehensive and isn't sure why he is there but he figures it's because bruce wanted to have at least one regular person treating you normally - dick is too ... enthusiastic for that role)

at the end of said dinner, when bruce is driving you home, it's probably the most silent ride home you have ever experienced. until you burst out laughing - the dinner was probably the funniest shit you experienced. it felt like it came straight out of a shitty tv show with 14 seasons. sure it was very much awkward but still funny ! you reassure bruce that it was fine, though you could have liked a warning.

and ... you can add a yandere twist on it, and i love yandere so ... . some of them (tim and cass and probably dick) could start developing yandere tendencies when they learn of your existence ( and keep 'tab on you' aka stalks you and learn everything they can about you ), the others (damian and jason + eventually steph and duke even though they are probably some of waaay lesser yandere-y yandere) could start becoming like that after they finally meet you in person. damian could be the one to take the most or less time to become attach on you, it depend, but he could go thru a big phase of 'i refuse for you to replace talia, my mother, therefor i will despite your entire existence' but if you try to get closer to him, this phase will end very soon and his barrier melt away, if you want to let him take his time to accept you, the result will be the same but damian will try to make up for the time he hated you.

and of course, yandere bruce could be so happy for you to like / get to know and get closer to his family, and that's one more way he can tie you to him !

[persianflaw]

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[zeldasnotes]

I wanna lighten the mood with this ask - i saw a video of Imam talking about how David Bowie is not her late husband is her husband forever 🥺and if i may can please ask you 2 asks, 1. Is there anything in her charts that shows why she has much devotion to him that she is like nope i am not re-marryng he was the one and only and also 2. Is there something in there synastry chart that shows why they were so perfect for each other? I personaly LOVE there story couse they found each other later in life after devorces and kids and my familie tells me that i will die alone becouse i am 29 and single so this couple gives me hope 🥺♥️anyway have a great day

These two are one of my favorite hollywood couples. There is no confirmed birthtime for Iman tho so I can only check her planets in his houses. I checked their synastry before and I know they have really good synastry but lets see!

Iman & David 💍

Her Briede conjunct his Groom: Like can it be more meant to be than that. They complete eachother which could almost be seen on their outfits the first time they met. Teddy their matchmaker said: “David arrived in a white Mustang sports car, wearing white jeans and a white jacket, all denim. Iman showed up in a black Mercedes wearing all black leather. And I thought, what could be more perfect.”

Her Moon in his 8th house: This means that they were close on a whole different level. The Moon person wants to touch the 8th houses soul. There can sometimes be a lack of mental boundaries here tho. This also shows instant closeness like you have known eachother forever. Teddy says ”They spent the night talking to each other like they had known each other forever. They were looking at each other like, ‘Now what, shall we skip dessert and go home? There was no one else in their lives but those two from then on.”

Her Moon conjunct his Neptune: They probably idealized eachother a lot and saw eachother as the ultimate fairytale. Neptune creates that fairytale kind of love.

Her Ceres conjunct his Sun: Pure nurturing. This is like a mother looking at her newborn baby lol.

Her Uranus conjunct his Moon: Uranus usually creates love at first sight scenarios. Hairdresser Teddy who were their matchmaker said: ”She had a big smile and her and David looked at each other and it was love at first sight, you could feel the electricity, something went off.”

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

feel complicated abt parents blogger of disabled children

on one hand great that raise awareness abt what like raise disabled / often very disabled child, n educate about their disability

about visible differences disorder may cause, visible disability, all kind pediatric adaptive equipment you rarely see (many adaptive equipment learned from these blogs), rare disorders, realities of have disabled child be family bc when your disability extensive & affect so much & need extra help, do impact everyone around you in all kind of ways (& not just negative), how society treat them, & educate online in hope make outside world better place for child & current n future children like their child

many times these disabled children don’t have way communicate or interact with world in way that allow them be on social media, even with help, right now or ever, so they cannot self advocate in way most people online can understand (many of them DO communicate DO self advocate, through their own way whether words speech AAC gesture facial expression movement noises body language). so you rarely hear their perspective in disability community but they marginalized in way that, their voices need be heard their existence need be understood & accepted & acknowledged. n even, many people in disabled community deny their existence, punch down ableism, try separate self from them, so education incredibly important.

but also. is exactly the problem isn’t it? how many of them may not able understand what it mean be on social media be put on social media to fully make informed consent, because of disability. or communicate whether they want or do not want be on social media. or who know if them communicate not wanting be on here be respected? but even disability aside, even non disabled peers same age do not / often cannot not cannot make informed decision about this. can’t just say “[mommy (but all genders)] blogging bad except when it about disabled children”

disabled children also deserve privacy also deserve autonomy have them respected be protected same way nondisabled children protected not be exploited. all of these cant shouldn’t n mustn’t be sacrificed in name of advocacy.

but how

idk

[idyllicwillowtree]

God Eddie, You're So In Love With Me. (part 3)

Genre: Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader, fem!reader, angst/fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers

Summary: Being in Hellfire, you’ve been exposed to your fair share of bullying. One day, Jason takes it a step too far.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: bullying, anaphylaxis, poisoning, no physical descriptions of Y/N so you don’t have to look like Dustin, reader uses she/her, reader has a peanut allergy, swearing, angy Eddie, hospital

Author’s note: I'm so so sorry this is so late! but I did it!

Enjoy!

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Part 1 ; Part 2

Love, a word so potent, was now intertwined with his thoughts of your relationship. Eddie knew he liked you, a lot, but his brain never brought him to love. He replayed moments from your friendship in his head, searching for the signs, trying to decipher if Dustin was telling the truth. If the sentiment was truly real. A mix of surprise and uncertainty overwhelmed him, but there was also something warm and hopeful there. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He needed to see you and hear it from you directly. A million thoughts and memories raced through his mind, but one thing was clear–he needed to be with you, to tell you how he felt.

The first thing you noticed was the soft hum of medical equipment surrounding you, followed by a sterile scent lingering in the air. The steady beeping of monitors consistently interrupted the silence as you slowly blinked away unconsciousness. You turned your head slightly, eyes adjusting to the brightness of your hospital room. 

First, you notice Dustin snoozing next to Steve on the couch to your right. Dustin’s mouth hung open as he leaned practically all of his weight into Steve’s side. He most likely fell asleep before Steve, making him unable to move from his spot. You would’ve felt bad for the former King of Hawkins if you thought he was actually annoyed by your little brother’s presence, but he obviously had a soft spot for him.

It was then you noticed the weight on your left hand. You turned your head lazily and there he was. Slouched over your arm, his hair rudely obstructing your view of his relaxed face as his steady breath moved a strand in and out of his mouth. You did your best to slip your hand out, a desperate attempt to push the hair out of his face, but all you did was startle him awake.

Eddie’s top half shot upwards, brown eyes as wide as saucers and hair sticking out in all different directions. He flailed his arms wildly in an attempt to fight off an invisible attacker and let out a high pitched squeak that woke up your brother and Steve. Eddie’s eyes scanned the room wildly, a mix of confusion and fear before realizing where he was.

He didn’t even notice you were awake until you started giggling at him.

Eddie’s gaze snapped to yours, he didn’t have time to memorize the way your laugh sounded right after waking up before Dustin launched himself at you. Attacking you in a hug that squished all the air out of your lungs.

Eddie stepped back a bit, unsure of where to belong in this situation. He didn’t want to interrupt a moment between brother and sister. Steve was easing Dustin off of you so you could breathe again and Eddie couldn’t help but wonder how King Steve managed to fit himself into the Henderson family so easily. He seems to blend in effortlessly into your sibling relationship that it planted a seed of doubt in Eddie’s chest.

“What happened?” you asked after Dustin sat back.

“You had an allergic reaction.”

“Oh…right,” you said quietly as the memories slowly came back to you. Of course, it’s just your luck a damn peanut sends you closer to death than any demogorgon, demodog, russian spy or mind flayer ever did.

“Powell took Carver in for questioning,” Steve said.

Dustin scoffed.

“He may not be Hopper,” Steve added, “but he hasn’t let him go despite Carver’s dad throwing a fit about the whole thing. We have a whole cafeteria of witnesses so he’ll have a hard time getting out of this one.”

You eyed Eddie standing awkwardly in the corner, toeing one of the tiles on the floor with his beat up Reeboks. Doing everything in his power to not make eye contact with you. Before you could question it, the door swung open.

"Excuse me," a nurse said gently as she entered the room, "Y/N needs rest right now. Her body has been through a lot. I suggest you all head home for the night and come back tomorrow when she's feeling a bit better."

Dustin looked ready to protest, but you squeezed his hand, silently urging him to listen. He nodded solemnly and turned to gather his things. Steve stood up, giving you a warm smile, although you didn’t send one back.

Your eyes met Steve’s with a gentle yet persistent gaze. A subtle tension filled the hospital room, unnoticeable to Eddie and Dustin. Your eyes flicked towards the former, then back at Steve, only to be met with a confused look on his face. He stared at you dumbly, mouth agape in an ‘o’ shape, trying to decipher your expression. 

You grew more urgent, eyes darting towards Eddie again, praying the metalhead wouldn’t look up and notice the silent conversation you were having with Steve.

Finally, realization dawned in his eyes and with a quick nod and a teasing grin Steve gripped Dustin’s shoulders and steered him out the door.

“What the- Steve!” 

“Anyway, get better soon Y/N/N! I’ll get Dustin home safe and sound,” Steve rushed out.

“Let me say bye to my sister!”

Steve pulled him into the hallway before Dustin could protest any more, the door swung shut and effectively cutting off their bickering.

With the other boys gone, your eyes softened as you turned towards Eddie, a warm smile formed across your face as you tried to catch his eye.

“Glad you’re okay Y/N. I’ll uh…I’ll see you around,” he moved to follow Steve and Dustin out but hesitated at the door.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” He turned to you, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Maybe…you could stay here? I mean, only if you want to. You’ve already done so much for me already, I don’t want to force you or anything…” you trailed off.

Eddie was fidgeting, bouncing on the balls of his feet and wiping his sweaty palms over and over again on his ripped jeans.

“Do you want me to stay?” Eddie asked quietly. 

The timidness in his voice caught you off guard for a moment but you didn’t hesitate to answer, “yes. I want you to stay.”

Eddie’s eyes shine with fondness as he walks back to his chair at the side of your bed. You sent him a warm tight lipped smile as he got himself comfortable on the stiff plastic seat.

The air between you both felt heavy with unspoken feelings and words, interrupted only by the footsteps in the hallway and the gentle hum of medical equipment. Eddie stole glances at you, his heart pounding so hard he could almost see it through his Hellfire shirt. You could feel the weight of his gaze, sensing the turmoil in his head.

Finally, unable to bear the silence you asked, “what day is it?”

“Uh,” Eddie said, looking at the digital watch on his wrist, “technically it’s Saturday morning.”

 “WHAT?!” your eyes widened in horror. “Eddie, your campaign!”

“What?” Eddie asked.

“You worked so hard on it! Ugh, I’m so sorry Eddie-” you cut yourself off at the look in Eddie’s eyes. There was a vulnerability you had never seen before.

And then, without any warning, Eddie’s facade crumpled. Tears filled his eyes and flowed down his cheeks in steady streams. He turned away from you, shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs.

Your heart shattered at the sight, “Eddie, I’m sorry. We can do it when I get out of here, I promise.”

“Fuck, that’s not-” Eddie gripped his hair in frustration. He could spin fantasy stories into gold but finding the right words to express his feelings never came easy to him.

Sensing that this breakdown was not about the campaign you reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Hey,” you whispered. “It’s okay.”

Eddie shook his head, unable to speak through the tears, but he still leaned into your touch. You tugged at his sleeve gently and that was all Eddie needed to sit on the edge of your bed and collapse into your embrace. 

“I-I mean, you were the one who almost died but…but,” Eddie let out a heart wrenching whimper into your shoulder. “Fuck, it was j-just so scary. I didn’t know what to do.”

You hold him gently, arms wrapped tightly around him in a comforting embrace. You could feel him trembling, his breathing was uneven as he attempted to suppress more sobs. Your heart ached at the thought of Eddie seeing you almost die the way you did.

You stroke his surprisingly soft hair, whispering soothing words of comfort and reassurance. As Eddie’s cries subside into quiet sniffles, you continue to hold him until he slowly peeled himself away. He aggressively swipes the tears and snot from his face, keeping his gaze pointed downward.

“Sorry,” Eddie sniffed, embarrassed by his outburst.

You push the hair out of his face and behind his ear, a gesture that felt strangely natural. “It’s okay, Eddie. It’s really scary to witness someone choke to death on nothing. It messed Dustin up for a while.” 

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, “You’ve had uh...ana-puh-nax-sis before?”

You giggled slightly which made the corners of Eddie’s mouth turn upward.

“When I was really young Dustin and I had a babysitter that ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before coming over and that was enough to send me to the hospital. I was in a coma for two days. Dustin witnessed everything and he’s been researching allergies ever since.”

“Wow. You don’t even have to eat it to get a reaction?”

“Nope.”

“Did Harrington help out last time too?” Eddie spat the boy's name like it was venom on his tongue.

“Nah, we didn’t really know Steve back then. Although I wasn’t surprised to see him with Dustin here. They’re kind of a package deal these days.”

“I mean, I knew him and Dustin were friends but I didn’t know you guys were…uh…”

“Eddie Munson…are you jealous?” you teased.

Deny. Deny. Deny. Eddie thought.

“Yes.”

 The realization made your face slowly melt into shock. “Oh.”

You were used to the flirtatious teasing in your friendship but Eddie seemed more serious than he’s ever been. Your eyes scanned Eddie’s face, searching for any sign of sarcasm, but you came up empty.

“He’s not really my type, you know.”

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise. "He's not?"

"No," you said, shaking your head. "Steve is a great guy and a good friend, but he's like the older brother I never knew I needed. Besides he’s not a metalhead, he hates Dungeons and Dragons, he doesn’t know how to play guitar, his hair is great but definitely too crunchy with the amount of hairspray-”

Before you could say anything else, Eddie leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. It was sudden, unexpected, and completely wonderful. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly closed them, losing yourself in the moment.

When you both finally pulled away, Eddie was beaming, his eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and disbelief. 

You duck your head slightly and giggle, “sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth in a while.”

Eddie shakes his head and smiles fondly at you, “sweetheart, I’ve been waiting too long for this to let that stop me.” He grabs the sides of your head to give you another kiss, leaning back with a dramatic shmack as you parted. “I even gave up eating tree nuts all together in case this day ever came.”

He leaned in again only for you to pull away, “What?” you asked in disbelief.

“What? Is that weird? Oh god, I’m so sorry-” 

Before Eddie could panic any further, you hooked your fingers into his pick necklace and pulled him towards you. This time you were the one to cut him off with a kiss that soon morphed into a teasing smile.

When you parted Eddie’s eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape as you said, “God Eddie, you’re so in love with me.”

the end.

tags: @beeblisss @fishwithtitz @leah-loves-lilies @wickedscorpio22 @chaoticgood-munson

[issasama]

Songs: All Mine by Plaza or Into It by Chase Atlantic

Notes: Part of my “Catching you Masturbating HeadCannon” featuring more my hero characters <3

Category: NSFW (NOT safe for work) + aged up

Character: Shoto Todoroki

(ALL characters mentioned are Bakugou, Kirishima, and Amajiki)

Shoto Todoroki

- was NOT expecting it at all..

- once he realizes what’s going on he feels bad and asks if he should leave (he has no idea what to do cause he really wasn’t expecting this)

- but you can tell from his face and the tent growing in his pants that he doesn’t wanna go and only wants you to feel comfortable

- you’ve also been waiting for him; so why not surprise him more

Time: [10:45pm] - MISSED CALL from “S❤️”

You really needed that shower you thought to yourself as you came out drying your hair and finding some cute pajamas to get into. It was a casual Saturday night for you, that meaning you had 50 different tasks to do today. Your favorite part of the day was when Shoto would come home and you’d welcome him but he wasn’t here? Which is rare but it usually means he went to grab groceries or necessities so you didn’t really question it. Your phone was charging in your room and you were out in the living room. You sat for a moment wondering what you should do. You were a bit antsy.. it could have been the wine you shared today with your colleagues.. or the fact that you’ve been thinking about your bf wrapping you in his arms the whole day. Whichever it was, led you to be all pent up, and you were alone.. not sure when Shoto would come home so you decided to entertain yourself.

Your pajama shorts had been tossed on the arm of the couch, your underwear with them, leaving you in just socks and a huge shirt that was obviously Shoto’s. You leaned your head back against the couch, envisioning your fingers were your boyfriend’s. It was frustrating knowing they weren’t but you couldn’t wait any longer. You had been wanting this all day. Some release. If he wasn’t here then you may as well do it yourself, besides he could be tired or busy and that’s okay, but you were so pent up you had to do something. “Shoto-“ you softly moaned, biting your lip in response to you tracing circles around your clit, the feeling causing all the tension to sit at your lower core.

It was a good apartment.. the walls were nice and solid. Maybe that’s why you didn’t hear the missed calls from “S❤️”. He was on his way back and wanted to see where you were but seeing as you didn’t respond he had assumed you fell asleep in the bedroom, he always knew how busy tour Saturdays were. So he usually brought flowers, today they were red roses, and he’ll usually make breakfast for you and put them on the table in the middle. Always fresh flowers. It didn’t help that because you were in such a rush home you didn’t even lock the door behind you, you just took off your shoes and ran straight to the bathroom to shower.

Your pace quickening and you can feel how close you are, finally breaking that tension, and finally getting the release you needed. You were so lost in thought and in the feeling you didn’t hear the door open… it wasn’t until you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend walking in that you freaked. He looked over to his surprise to see the lewd sight. He genuinely didn’t know what to say at first, he kind of just stood there for a moment. Your face was so hot you swore you were dark red and gonna die of a high fever. You immediately shut your legs hoping it would do something (as if he hasn’t been between them before) but this was different.

“Sho-“ “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just opened the door like that.” You were thrown off by his apology seeing as it was you who should’ve been more modest and at that locked the door at least. You noticed the flowers in his hand too, almost forgetting how he always goes out to get you a bouquet.. hence why he was out so late. “I can sit in the room and wait I don’t mind.” He does though.. you can tell, because while scanning his outfit you could tell deep down he wanted to join you.. like you he had also been wanting needing you. “Shoto..” you say his name to get his attention because he couldn’t get himself to look at you right now.. it was making him feel…. “Do you mind helping me?” He was so lost in feeling for a second he almost didn’t hear you. You softly smile and slightly spread your legs again.. it took every muscle in his body to not drop everything then and there and just be on his knees for you. Instead he said “yes” and went over to place everything he got, including the roses on the counter. He’ll put it away later tonight (maybe).

Your couch was quite spacious, but he didn’t want to do anything yet. He was on his knees and kept you on the couch because like this.. it gave him a firm grasp on your thighs, a good level with your pussy, and a pretty view of your lewd face. Despite having done this with him before, the way he looks up at you make to you turn your head away, he looked needy.. like he had been waiting for this to happen. Or like you, maybe he just really missed you. It didn’t matter because the minute his tongue touched your clit all thoughts left your mind and you were only focused on the feeling. Lost in the pleasure he was bringing you.

He was always so good with his tongue, his large hands wrapping gently around your thighs, but he had a better adjustment. He placed your legs over his shoulders, now holding onto the outside of your thighs, and the position felt so much better. You swore he was somehow reaching your clit so much better or maybe it was seeing how attractive he looked while making you feel so good. Your hands found their way to his hair, gently massaging his scalp as he kept lapping at your soaking cunt. God could he get lost in this feeling, in you. The view he had of you nearly took his breath away and although you couldn’t see the tent in his pants was aching, everything about you made him melt into your touch and seeing how you were doing so for him made him more eager to see you come undone for him.

“Hah- Sho’ m’ close” you moan to warn him that you’re at your limit but that doesn’t stop him. He picks up the pace causing your head to fall back against the soft furniture and the grip you had on his hair tightened causing him to groan in pleasure. “Fuck… Sho’-“ you moan out his name as you cum, instinctively grinding against his tongue and it drives him insane. He can’t take it anymore. He gives you a second to catch your breath but he’s sorry, he really is, it’s all he can give, he’s also reached his limit.

“Sho’?” You question as you begin to catch your breath looking at him as he’s now standing and breathing heavily. You can see how desperately he’s been waiting, how patient he’s been, the boner in his pants not helping him at all… he leans down towards you, but it seems like he’s holding back because he pauses first a moment to look at you as he’s now inches from your chest and you can see that same needy expression he gave you before and that’s when your knees gave out.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, I was being patient, you got me riled up and I’ve been needing you all day, please?”

It was then that you could smell the slight sake(wine) from his breath, realizing he went out with his colleagues too and like you probably got pent up as well. You smile softly seeing how he was still asking even though he was so desperate. So you wrap your legs around him and kiss him softly before pulling away and your lips now centimeters apart…

“im all yours tonight shoto.”

And that’s all he needs to hear before lifting you up and taking you to your shared bedroom.

<3

[factsilike]

Really tired of constantly seeing posts declaring that everyone in MXTX novels is complicated and 'morally grey' and that's what makes her works wonderfully written, and that everyone else who doesn't see that is stupid, or is 'demonising' characters and bashing them for rightfully criticising their shitty, very much unjustified actions.

And ironically it seems so simplistic to just declare that, because yes her stories are wonderfully written and complex, but not for that reason. You're clearly not reading her works and only spouting what you think her stories say. There are many morally grey characters in morally complex stories out there, but MDZS IS NOT ONE OF THEM.

NONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS (i.e protagonists and their male leads except for LBH maybe) ARE MORALLY GREY OR MORALLY COMPLEX.

THEY ARE ALL MORALLY RIGHTEOUS.

Just take a closer look at their actions compared to the actions of literally everyone else around them, it's not that hard to see.

Not to mention that MXTX herself literally says that WWX and LWJ are both morally ideal and that ahe hopes her readers can be like them, but people seem to have no respect for the word of authors in the name of their self projection onto the characters being contradicted nowadays 😒

(also saw someone dismissively say that HC may think that the world revolves around XL or whatever, but others don't and they're right??

First of all, did you even read the novel? HC made his judgement based on how others treated him versus how XL did when he was a CHILD. And how XL continues to treat others to this day. He is well within his rights to think the world of XL, especially since XL suffered more than every other person and still doesn't succumb to evil, despite having every right to do so, miles more than others. He all but regards XL as his moral compass, because he's proof that truly good people do exist in this world, and not ONE other person in the novel is shown to be as good as him.)

One of the reasons why I really don't like the Xianle Trio is this; neither FX nor MQ seem to regard XL as his own person with his own agency, who is capable of making his own decisions initially as HC does, and only near the end of the novel do they let up a bit when their asses had to be saved by XL multiple times. (especially considering what fools they made of themselves in that spiderweb cave lmao)

Both of them try to enforce XL ALL THE TIME ("Your Highness don't do this or don't do that or don't say this or don't go there or don't talk to him"), as if XL has not survived perfectly well on his own without them FOR 800 YEARS.

The difference between them and HC is clearly spelled out when FC asks HC about why he is not stopping XL, and HC replies that while he may not agree with some of XL's decisions, he would never force him to do what he thinks is correct, something both MQ and FX are CONSTANTLY shown to try to do.

Like please. Xianle Trio who? More like suffering XL and his pair of nuisances who think themselves to be his babysitters. And most of the time he's the one babysitting them.

Another thing that irks me is that their frequent arguments are often played off for laughs, but XL is truly a saint, because if my friends were constantly bickering over petty things all throughout our dangerous journey and giving me nothing but headaches, especially in survival situations, I'd given them the boot a long time ago.

[the-californicationist]

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TW: DaddyDom language, female genitals, sex toys, safe and explicit consent, come play

Shore Leave

Your husband, Alex Keller, finally makes good use of his time off and takes you on your dream vacation. Little do you know that he has darker motives…

The view from your poolside suite was breathtaking in all of the best ways. An endlessly-reflected infinity pool bled right into the deep cerulean Pacific Ocean, making it seem like you could swim forever and ever and never stop. The sky was a mirror of the water, cloudless and pure. Although the sun was out, you were comfortable, and the breeze made you feel like you were always in a limbo between being awake and trapped within a lucid dream. 

Even more enthralling was the way your husband’s body felt beneath yours. He was shirtless, clad only in a light pair of linen pants, and his warm body was curled around you protectively like a covetous hound. You’d never felt so safe. 

However, you were also made to feel other things as well. 

It had all started very innocently. He’d woken you up with poached eggs and freshly squeezed juice, running a warm bath and rubbing you down with lotion and oil before you stepped outside. Then, he’d gifted you with a brand new thong bikini, his eyes hungry as you tried it on. You thought you’d be following him down to the beach, eager to splash in the waves and show off your new fit, but he pulled you onto the pool deck instead. 

He’d kissed you softly, teasingly. It was so different than his usual rabid fervor. You loved the way your husband could barely keep your clothes on when you were alone. You’d missed your dinner reservations more than once. But, you reasoned with yourself, he was always on deployment. Of course he was a little excited. 

Now, though, that excitement had given way to mischief. As you had sat by the pool, kissing and holding hands, innocently watching the ships float by, you’d been lulled into a false sense of security. 

And so, here you lay, your pussy stuffed with an automated vibrator, your poor unused asshole filled with an enormous plug, whimpering and begging for relief. Every time you would get close, writhing your body against his, trying to entice him with your hands and your long, smooth legs, he ignored you. He could control the vibe from his phone, and you never knew which way he was going to go. Sometimes, he would switch it off, watching you desperately humping his leg like a feral dog, swollen and perched on the edge of an orgasm. 

His dark chuckle made your blood run cold,

“Does my good girl need something?”

Alex peered down into your face, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses, smug and thoroughly enjoying himself. 

“Oops,” he adjusted your thong again, jiggling the plug as he did so, “Keep these nice and high for me, baby. Need to be able to admire this plump ass of yours. Mmm. What a view.” 

A hard, aching squeeze of his huge hand on your ass cheek made you see white, the sensation of all of his toys inside of you making even the smallest affection feel like wildfire. 

“Please, Daddy, I’ll be a good girl. Please, may I come… please?” You tried to beg. You’d tried before. Nothing was helping. You could feel the slip and slide of your slick between the meat of your inner thighs. 

“Not yet. Trust me, honey. I know what’s best for you, don’t I?”

You didn’t say a word, but you watched wide-eyed as he pulled another velveteen drawstring bag from his case. When he opened up the box, you could tell he’d already inspected and cleaned it. All of its wrapping was gone, and the straps were already in place. 

It was a familiar piece. He’d used gags with you before, and nothing brought you more pleasure than allowing his hands and mouth and cock to bring you to your peak over and over again while you mindlessly allowed your shining drool to melt down your neck and onto your tits. When he removed it and allowed you to swallow him, replacing the silicone ball with his warm, softening cock, already emptied of its seed — you’d never come so hard in your life. 

But this was no ball. This was a fat, silicone cock gag. 

“Daddy, please. I’ll be quiet. I promise. Please… No, I’m —” 

“Hey, show me your left hand,” he became very serious. 

In your hand, you held a loud alarm button, your finger over the trigger, ready to press it at any time. When he saw it, checking in with you that you were still in your safe zone, he smiled.

“That’s perfect, baby. Such a good little slut for me. How did I get so lucky?” He kissed your cheek, shining with old and new tears, streaking down your face from overstimulation, and he planted chaste kisses on your quivering lip. You let yourself lean towards his affection, seeking more of his comfort, only to be firmly held back in place with his hand as he wrapped around your cheek.

“Shh, shh. Daddy just wants you to feel so good, baby. Now, open up.”

You stared at him with huge, gleaming doe eyes, tears threatening to run out of the corners of them again. 

When you didn’t immediately comply, he grabbed the nape of your scalp and yanked your head back, not hurting you, but getting your attention. 

“Am I gonna have to bruise that fine fuckin’ ass, huh? Make you walk down the fuckin’ beach with my palm prints all over you?”

“No, Daddy. I’ll be good. I’ll be good,” you gasped when the vibrator started up again as he flipped a switch. The shock made you clench down around it, which jostled the heavy plug, all in a series of mind-numbing chain reactions designed to edge you within an inch of your sanity. 

“I know you will be. Now… open… that… mouth.”

Alex pressed the tip of the gag to your lips and you opened up for him, sucking it into your lips just like his cock. He pushed it all the way in and it almost landed in the back of your throat. Any further and you wouldn’t be able to breathe. It was a perfect fit. 

Then, slowly, almost painfully so, he pulled it back out, staring into your eyes and seeing what you needed. 

“Go on, baby. I know you wanna suck it for me. Show me.”

You wrapped your lips around it again, and as he held it in place, you bobbed your head up and down, your tongue lapping at the head of his toy. You made sure to look straight into his eyes as you used your mouth on it, letting your spit coat the silicone and drip onto his fist. 

He removed his hand from your head and pet your hair gently, smoothing it away from your face.

“My poor, hungry little whore. Let’s fill you up, hm?”

Your protests became warped into a garbled whine as Alex pressed the toy all the way into your mouth, making sure it was flush and, before you knew it, you were being latched into the gag. The cock you were sucking was now perched at the farthest edge of your tongue, the soft head pressing into your palate, threatening to choke you. 

Alex bent his neck to kiss your mouth as your lips stretched around the toy, smiling as he turned his attention back to his phone. He turned the vibrator down to a medium rumble and removed himself from your cuddling position to stand near the edge of the pool chair. 

“C’mere, baby. Lemme show you somethin’,” your adoring husband held out his hand and you struggled to stand with him, stumbling on shaking legs. 

He walked you over to the tall dividing wall between your suite and the popular beach, each step making the toys thrust up inside of you as you swayed your hips. Your weakness and the unevenness of the ground made your footing jerky and chaotic, adding to the creamy, lurid jostling happening inside of you. The pressure from the anal plug was so satisfying, and your vibrator teased your most sensitive spot, deep within you, just like a curling finger. Without your thong, you know your vibrator would have slipped out of you on your journey. You had never been so wet, and the way the toy was wriggling inside of your hole was making you dizzy. 

Finally, you made it to the wall and used it to support yourself, squeezing your thighs together, desperate for some relief. Alex pointed down to the beach, showing you the little umbrellas and towels full of soldiers on shore leave, all oblivious to your torture.

“Put your hands on the wall, spread your legs apart, and don’t move them until I tell you to. Hold up a two if you understand me.”

You held up a two with your hand and then placed both of your palms on the wall, gripping it for dear life, feeling the long thread of your tangled orgasm beginning to unravel. Alex nudged your legs even wider, changing the angle of the toys within your body. The vibe buzzed away deep within you, faithfully held in place by your tight thong. 

Then, you felt the familiar loosening of your bathing suit top as Alex yanked out the bow you had tied, letting the small fabric flutter away, revealing your breasts to the soft breeze. If any of the partying soldiers got too curious and decided to study you from below, they’d surely be able to see your dark nipples as they tightened on your tits, unbelievably sensitive in your current predicament. 

You whined, and Alex shushed you, 

“Shh, baby. I know. What if they see? That’s why you need to be nice and quiet for Daddy, hm? Wouldn’t want to attract any visitors, now would we? Now…” He grabbed your hips, his thumbs digging into the v-shaped strap of your thong, “Suck that cock for me while Daddy plays with his toys.”

You tried to focus on his instructions, but you couldn’t bear the anticipation. What was he about to do to you? You let your eyes wander back towards him, trying to prepare for whatever came next.

A rough hand came around to grab you by the jaw,

“What did I say? Show me how you swallow that dick, honey, or I’ll make you scream so they can all watch you do it.”

You nodded as best you could, trying to show him you could be a good girl for him, and you experimented a little, swallowing in an exaggerated rhythm, feeling the gag sliding back and forth through your mouth as your throat moved. It made you drool a bit, the spit pooling at the ring of your stretched lips, running down your chin. 

“That’s it,” Alex praised you, rubbing his clothed cock against your ass from behind, “That’s what I wanna hear. Keep sucking, just like that.”

So, you did. As you swallowed and suckled on the solid shape, it began to feel more and more like the real thing. The ridges of the head, the pronounced veins of the body; it was all contributing to the absolute mindrot you were already experiencing. You let the cock fuck your mouth, using the tension of your tongue to mimic the feeling, allowing your thoughts to dissipate in favor of the sparkling blissed your husband had promised you. 

Alex kept his crotch jammed against the cleft of your ass, forcing you to feel his hard shaft as it rolled against you, reaching around your body to softly pluck at your nipples. 

At the first touch of his fingertips, you gasped, sucking in air through your nose, nearly losing your footing. His hands mirrored each other, rubbing feather-light circles around your pebbled skin, petting your heavy breasts with the palms of his hands. He was fire and ice, at one point squeezing your flesh cruelly and pinching you hard enough to make you cry out through the muffle of the gag, and then sweet as could be, stroking and petting you like a scared bunny. 

You weren’t sure of the concept of time. It could have been only seconds that he played with you like this, or perhaps an hour had gone by. You just knew that your lover wanted to hear your hungry suckling sounds and to touch your swaying breasts. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed. 

Then, he pulled the other string at your back, letting your top fall to the ground. 

You missed his touch immediately, turning your head to look back at him, questioning his choices. It was the wrong move. You knew he would take care of you, but your fervor made you selfish and doubtful. 

You faced the ocean again, watching the soldiers as you swallowed against the dick in your mouth, ignoring the obvious lines of spit hanging from your mouth. Alex came around to the wall and perched himself against it. After watching you for a few moments, he took his hand and wiped your mouth, smearing your own spit all over your tits, wetting your nipples so that the cool air could tease them. 

Then, right in front of you, he unbuttoned his fly and took his cock from his pants. He began to stroke it in a languid, lazy pattern, slathering his precome over his immense head and down his shaft. Surprisingly, the cock gag made you hungrier for the real thing, and you eyed him like a prize. 

“I want to make sure you’re really enjoying this vacation, baby. I planned it all for you. Are you having fun?”

You nodded enthusiastically, knowing he was leading up to something threatening. You loved him like this. And he loved you when you were fully under his command. Under his care. All for him. His plaything. 

“I’m about to look and see how much fun you’re having…” He let his fat cock hang and walked around to your rear, “Are you ready for me to see the pretty little mess you made, darlin’?”

You nodded again, steeling yourself for what was coming. 

He placed his hand at the very middle of your thong and pulled up on it instead of down, cramming the toys inside of you deeper than they had been, making you writhe and whine, losing control of your legs, feeling them trembling, barely able to hold you up. 

He let go. You breathed as deeply as you could, feeling like the cock in your mouth was growing down your throat, wishing you could scream in earnest. 

Then, he rolled down your bottoms until your spread thighs stopped them, your ass and pussy now on full display.

He hummed with pleasure, and you heard his pants fall to the ground, rustling in the grass and pooling around your husband’s ankles. 

Suddenly, fingers began to tug at the plug in your ass, pulling it in an undulating pattern against your muscular ring, making you feel like you were being fucked by a thick cock. Then, he applied even pressure, and removed it, letting your hole clench around nothing for a moment before teasing you with the rounded tip. Alex let it fuck you shallowly for a while, pressing it forward only a few inches at a time, barely applying any pressure at all. Until he put it back in. He stretched you again, and you realized that since you’d become all too comfortable at the thin, flat base, and you hadn’t had a chance to get accustomed to the insane girth; it was as if you were starting from scratch. 

You rolled your hips, trying to ease the pressure, and he rolled the toy with you, playing with you like a lion plays with its food, batting you around, helpless to his power. 

The vibrator was flailing inside of your pussy at top speed, pulsing and rumbling loud enough for you to hear the mechanical whir. And every time he pushed the plug back inside of you, the tone of it would change. Your body was making music for him, and you couldn’t help it one bit. 

“Beautiful…” You could hear the smile on his lips. 

Everything stopped for a moment, but you thought you heard a soft slicking sound, the noise of him jacking off. Then, you felt his fleshy head push its way into your pussy, already filled by the deep vibe. 

You turned around, worried, unable to protest with the cock still deep in your mouth, pinning down your tongue. 

His sunglasses were off, and he was focused on your hole, using your sticky come to coat himself, thrusting shallowly inside of you right beside the vibrator. 

He wasn’t going to fit. You’d never felt so full before. You were already so primed, the audacious lewdness of it all sent you over the edge. You crashed into your orgasm like a runaway train, slamming full force into a wall of sensations. Your skin flushed hot all at once, like an instant fever, and you felt your holes clutch desperately onto anything they could find, squeezing and pulsing and swelling against him. 

You lost your strength to stand, but he held you, carrying your weight like it was nothing. And he kept pushing forward, easing his cock right beside the toy, holding it steady inside of you. 

“There she is. You’re doing so well for me, baby. Daddy’s perfect little hole.” 

Once he was fully sheathed within you, you both sighed raggedly, melting into the feeling like molten glass in a kiln. Below you, the soldiers laughed, running through the shallow water, having the time of their lives. 

Alex began to fuck you with very little heed for your well-being. You had your button, you could press it at any time, and out of all of his fun toy box prizes, you’d not once felt like anything had been beyond your abilities. But, now, as his cock made room for itself in your tight walls, you wondered if you could take it. 

You understood size queens, the girls who insisted on girthy, long phalluses and who refused to settle for less. You knew why they insisted, now. Your g-spot was lit up like a beacon. There was no waiting to feel his cockhead rub lightly against it. No, it was on and it stayed on because of the terrible girth of both the toy and his dick. You were coming not in waves, but in some sort of constant stream. There was no start and stop to your orgasms; you were given no let down on their end nor warning on their beginning. You were just kept in a hot, milky, perpetual state of bliss that made your eyes roll back into your head. 

The plug in your ass began to come out of you as you came. He was pulling against it, prying it from you until it popped free. You knew you were gaping open for him because when he explored the empty hole with his fingers, you could tell how pliant and soft your body was now that it had been so deeply filled. 

“My good girl. Taking everything her Daddy gives her today.”

Alex praised you, but you didn’t respond. Your mind was a blank slate. All you could do was tumble further down the winding path of your own pleasure. 

You felt him pull himself free from the grip of your pussy, gasping from the relief. He slipped the vibrator out of you, too, switching it off and discarding it somewhere. Then, you were empty. So empty that it felt like grief. And you cried out for his help as much as you could around the gag. 

“C’mere, honey. On your knees for Daddy.”

You fell to the ground limply, turning toward him for guidance, for any sort of reprieve. 

He looked down at you with so much love and admiration, bending to kiss your forehead and removing your gag. 

“So good. Such an obedient slut. I’m so proud of you, honey.”

“But, Daddy, you didn’t come, yet.” You pawed at his hips, rubbing his belly and reaching for his chest, stretching yourself to try and give yourself back to him.

“Today’s not about me, baby,” he smiled sweetly at you, but you weren’t having it. 

His cock was pink and flagging, practically dripping with precome, ready to burst. You reached for it, feeding it into your sore mouth, sucking it down like you’d been practicing on the gag. It was too big, but you pushed through it, swallowing and swallowing until you couldn’t breathe, hollowing out your cheeks to make your mouth into a warm wet sleeve for him. 

“Baby… oh, shit. Ungh! Holy hell.”

Without any further hesitation, he began to fuck your throat, shoving himself deeper and deeper, controlling your head and moving himself within you like a piston. You let yourself go limp again, allowing the pornographic slurping sounds of your rough-fucked mouth to be as loud and as messy as he wanted them to, abandoning your shame. You rubbed yourself with your hand, shoving your fingers into your soaked pussy, and playing with your clit, already sensitive enough to come again. 

He had trained you so well. This was your moment to shine. 

You came with him, looking up into the twisted agony on his face as he filled your belly with his load, trying to pull away to let you breathe, leaving a trail of thick spend all along your tongue and cheeks, your mouth full of him by the time he slid away from you. 

You made sure he was looking down at you when you spit him into your hands, letting his milk pool in your palms, rubbing him all over your puffy nipples and down between your swollen petals, pushing him into your pussy with your fingers only to return to your breasts to smear him around like a salve. As he watched you in excitement and a wild disbelief, his gaze darkened, and he wrapped his hand around your throat, bending down so that you could hear the rough growl in the timbre of his voice,

“Oh, baby. You just bought yourself round two.”

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Also, @glitterypirateduck - are we still in vacation mode?? 😅🩷

[mattypattypinky]

Anxiety (Inside Out 2) Insecurity Headcannons

(romantic)

I feel like she'd be extremely self conscious about a lot of things about herself, actually.

She would be anxious about her physical appearance, I think, as well as who she decides to hang around. She wants to make good impressions with everyone in HQ.

Some things I think she'd be anxious or embarrassed by about her own physical appearance is her overbite. She probably got it from sucking her thumb in her sleep, or nibbling at her fingertips or where her nails would be. I mean, I'm sure she already had one, but I feel like her anxious stims and sleep sucking might have made it worse. Not to mention her mouth is so big, and so is her head. Her head is proportionally much larger than her very scrawny body.

I think she would be genuinely slightly stressed about how not-pretty she is compared to the other girl emotions. I mean, a majority of the girl emotions in HQ are pretty in conventional ways, and even Ennui fits some sort of beauty standard, but I feel like she would think she doesn't fit to that standard.

She'd be anxious about her proportions, her overbite, her hair, her eyes. Everything. But not necessarily because she is envious of the other emotions, and wants to look like them - but moreso because she is worried that she is not on the same level as them in any way, beit physical or strategical.

I mean, she heavily idolizes Joy, and wishes to be a good leader like her.

I feel like she would compare herself to everyone around her...

Which may be why she takes it so quick to make Riley do a similar thing. Overcompensate to get along with the Fire-Hawks, because she herself thinks overcompensation is a successful tactic to "fit-in" to peers.

I feel like if she had a crush on someone it would definitely be no different. She would compare herself to them, and ultimately try to be more like them.

She would adopt some of your body language, or try to mimic it, subconsciously.

She would also adopt things that you were interested in. If you liked certain things, or specific emotions in HQ, she would make an effort to learn about them or get closer to them.

She would want to be in your social circle,

and if you had a specific type in a person, she would try her best to cater to it.

If you liked more confident people, she would... try. To be confident. Even if she failed, she would try. <3

If you liked people with curly hair, or straight hair, she might use a hair curler or straightener... Borrow it from disgust, in attempt to do her hair the way you like it.

If you liked taller people, she might get high heels. She wouldn't know how to use them, though. She'd be very clumsy in them.

If you were into controlling people, she would try to be moreso, though constantly nervous and apologetic in attempt and hopes to not go too far - however if you liked people who were more to themselves, and let loose - she would try her best to seem like she doesn't care, even though she does.

Realistically, I feel like she'd naturally be more in the middle ground. She can be jealous controlling and clingy, but it's subconscious. If put on the spot she'd be really anxious about doing so intentionally, or have trouble attempting to stop her habits of being such a control freak about things she cannot control.

If you told her it's okay to be herself, she would claim that you're 'too sweet', but she wouldn't believe it until like, the 100th time of you saying it.

She'd be... extremely easy to fluster. If you complimented her, especially the points in which she saw as a flaw, she would get super nervous and avert her eyes, probably giggle, or squeal. She'd probably accuse you of 'not meaning that...' whenever you do.

You compliment her overbite, tell her it's cute - Tell her that her hair is adorable the way that it is, or that her body is an adorable and quite fun proportion... And suddenly she's a giggly mess!

She might even accidentally have a voice crack or two.

I feel like it would genuinely mean the world to her if you told her she was perfect the way she is. I think it would genuinely be on her mind for hours, days, even MONTHS after you claiming that for the first time.

One step at a time, you would help her be more confident about the way she looks, sounds and acts. She would start to accompany her 'flaws' with your compliments, she may even start to like them herself because you like them so much.

The thought of her getting a bit gleaming grin due to your compliments on her teeth.

Of course, it wouldn't be you alone, - she is part to thank for her own confidence boosting, as she is changing her own perspective. But you definitely would help.

[nemotakeit]

i'm gonna be honest - if the climax of the story (i.e. Nico vs Clancy battle) happens at the tour i might be pissed off because

1. they're not even coming to my continent, and i have no resources to go abroad to see them as of now - they need to add more cities and dates outside of the western world if they can

2. the story is going to be spoiled for the rest of us once the first show takes place

3. some people simply can't afford to go to shows or their circumstances may not allow them to, and it's unfair that people get to experience what's supposed to be the highlight/finale of the lore very differently

now i LOVE heavily lore-themed shows, like I've been to the Bandito Tour and also Icy and it was the best experience of my life. but imo delivering the most crucial part of the storyline in places where not everyone can access would kinda be disappointing. i hope they do that when everyone can see it at the same time so invested clikkies like me won't have to feel left out all over the world :(

if they officially finish the storyline online before the tour and the live performance is a reenactment of the climax, i think that would be great!

[vegaseatsass]

The Sol-tuation is a lot more nuanced than that!!

Who knew I, an absolutely feral Mingjoe shipper, would end up making so many posts about the secondary love interest who never stood a chance with our protagonist, but I truly think they're doing some fascinating things with this character and it hurts a little to see so so so many fandom reactions that take what's happening on the surface as the full story with no interest in peeling back those appearances.

I will say before I start: huge credit to @zhouxiangs for so many of these opinions, she shared a few insights about Sol with me today that completely reshaped my interpretation of the character, so thank you x 2389234, this post is not exclusively My thoughts. (Also SolYim as a ship is galaxy brain and the only thing I now want for Sol's future. Thank you for that TOO)

So I very much understand why what it appears Sol is doing - ignoring Joe's clear lack of interest in him to pursue him, taking every opportunity to touch him, and working overtime to prevent Joe from seeing the truth about Ming and his obvious devotion, so he can still "win" Joe instead - is rubbing a lot of people the wrong way. Straight up, situations where people I'm not romantically interested in have pursued me despite my clear and direct (and often hard-fought because I used to be a huge people pleaser) "no" are something I hope to avoid for the rest of my natural life. Relentless pursuit can be a sexy fantasy if you want someone back, as Joe does Ming, but for most of us, it's emotionally pressuring nightmare fuel if you don't.

But I would argue that's really not what's happening. An extremely essential missing piece of context to Sol's behavior is that Joe died because of his relationship with Ming, and Sol spent years grieving him. In episode 9 in particular, they're all face-to-face with the cold hard truth of that grief, and I don't think Sol is any exception, even if he knows Joe is back now. In episode 8, Sol confirmed Joe was back, and he was so euphorically happy, but he was not pushing and shoving Joe to hop into a relationship with him, was he? He was just delighted Joe was alive. But this episode, he's suddenly faced with the very real prospect that Ming and Joe still have feelings for each other. That Joe may return to the man who got him killed. Who Sol, in his own eyes, failed to protect Joe from in his first life, even though Sol so badly wanted to pay back Joe's sincerity to him. And I think the threat of losing Joe again is making Sol (who ran back to Korea instead of processing his grief and guilt over his death) a little insane.

I mean, let's talk about Sol in Joe's first life. After Joe told him he couldn't return his feelings, did we see any inkling of this frantic episode 9 pushiness? Sure, there was the moment where he tried to convince Joe that he and Ming were incompatible, after watching Ming need to hide Joe from his family in what I'm sure read as shame to Sol. I can give Sol some grace for this knowing he struggled with coming to terms with his own sexuality (see: the first time he ran away to Korea), and is now trying to overcompensate for who he was in the past, but you don't have to give him this grace if you don't want to. I can admit his desire to support Joe as a friend is compromised by the tumultuousness of his longing for Joe. Like there's also the fight with Ming on the staircase where Joe gets knocked down and Sol and Ming just keep fighting. Sol is not a saintly unselfish being who keeps his feelings and his desire to protect and support Joe perfectly separate, by any means. (To me this is part of why he's interesting and human, but I get that we all have different character preferences.)

But dinner with Ming's family aside, when first life Joe tells Sol he doesn't want to be with him, Sol lets it go and is happy living in the friend zone. When Joe tells him not to come over and intervene when he's trying to break up with Ming, Sol listens. Sol believes that Joe can handle himself and he respects the boundaries that Joe sets, regardless of what he wants or hopes in the privacy of his own heart.

And what happens without Sol's intervention? Without anyone's intervention? Joe dies. Joe is chained up in a basement - Joe was not safe with Ming, Joe was not able to clear the situation up using just his words - and blacklisted from the industry, driven to desperate financial straits and killed.

So my read of Sol is that he's scrambling to make himself a shield. He thought he was already in a role where he could support Joe, this time around, but this episode raised the threat of Joe going back to Ming and dying again, and now he's frantically trying to change himself into something that can actually keep Joe from doing that. If Joe suddenly decided he wanted to be with Sol and not Ming, would Sol be happy on his own behalf? Of course, I'm not denying that. But I really think so much of the desperation to offer himself as a romantic choice is to try to show Joe he has options that aren't Ming, to try to intervene in ways he didn't in Joe's first life, at any cost.

You can't force someone not to return to an abusive partner, the same way you can't force someone not to commit suicide, or make any other choice where they could get hurt or disappear from your life forever. It's a necessary journey for everyone, to realize you have to respect your loved ones' agency even when they're making choices that terrify you to your core. Sol has not learned that yet, and I'm not defending how pushy and out of pocket he was being this episode. But I'm really, really sympathetic to the absolutely frantic terror that I think was underlying it. If you've never had a suicidal loved one or a loved one trapped in a destructive cycle, it's easy enough to expect Sol to do the right things (the actually HELPFUL and supportive things), instead of the toxic, selfish things. For me he's a far richer and more human character for making the wrong choices, though. For being selfish, but not about wanting to possess Joe and force his feelings Sol's way. About wanting to keep Joe alive and unharmed by force, instead of trusting Joe to make his own choices. Again: you have to let people decide these things for themselves. You have to! If you don't support your loved ones' agency, any other support you think you're offering them is useless and suffocating and will genuinely compound whatever they're dealing with, make it much harder for them to heal, leave, etc - whatever the "healthy" choice is, they can't make it with you forcing them into it. They can't make it without you surrendering to the possibility of them making the "unhealthy" choice; without you accepting that it is their choice. But for a fictional character to go from "genuinely supportive friend" to "publicly announcing you're in a branded relationship a day after your own funeral" because he sees you slipping from his grasp - not emotionally, but potentially literally, metaphysically, permanently, AGAIN - well, to me, that's juicy and compelling.

I'm also more sympathetic to Sol than to Wut when it comes to telling Joe that Ming loves him, frankly. I think Joe needs an impartial friend (Yim!!!) that he can process all his Ming issues with openly, because it is never helpful to feel like because your friends know that your abuser/ex/etc harmed you, you can never go to them to process the moments of kindness and love. Joe needs to be able to look at the full picture of who Ming is and what Ming feels and decide for himself, he doesn't need Sol strongarming him out of accepting that Ming is capable of both great cruelty and great love. But Wut always takes the path of least resistance and it absolutely maddens me. To just say, with no qualification, "The man I and only I know knocked you out and kept you locked in a basement loves you, actually" is absolutely insane and irresponsible. I do not for a second believe Wut was ready to express nuance, to say, like, "I think Ming loves you in his own way, but that love is dangerous and possessive and I hope you stay away." If we see anything in the text that demonstrates otherwise I'm happy to be wrong about this, and then I would be in the "Let Wut speak!" camp. But for now, I do think he was going to play the role of an enabler, just because he finds it easier to let Ming handle Joe's estate and be in Joe's life than to fight it. Lol it still doesn't make Sol right to try to keep Joe from seeing the full picture, but I'm sympathetic to him going wtf, Wut? Do you really think Ming loves him? knowing what Wut knows.

Anyway this is sooooo long so I will try to wrap it up, but I wanted to also talk about Sol and Joe and physical touch. Like I said at the beginning, I totally understand seeing how often Sol hugs Joe or grabs him and feeling uncomfortable imagining yourself in Joe's shoes. But as uncomfortable as EYE would be with Sol's affections, I want to try to analyze how Joe the character feels about all this. Now one of the things I most love about this series is the opaqueness of all the characters' choices, how there is always ambiguity and room for more than one interpretation. So if you watch the scenes where Sol puts his hands on Joe and think Joe looks trapped or unhappy, that is your prerogative! I noticed that the two times he shook Sol's touch off in the episode were when he thought Sol was going to stop him from breaking into his loft, and when he thought Sol was going to cause a scandal with Ming at the press party. Otherwise, from where I sit (my interpretation only!), Joe does not appear to experience Sol's touch as something unwanted or unsafe. I would actually make the argument that having someone he's known for years sharing a bed with him, hugging him, holding his hand, etc, could be offering Joe essential tactile comfort he's not getting from anyone else while he's in the midst of grieving his past life. For all we know, the level of physical intimacy between them is something that completely predates Sol acknowledging his feelings. This could be a normal level of touchiness between them, and not an example of Sol "taking liberties" or trying to force his way into Joe's heart.

To me the upshot of everything is that Joe, to my eyes, seems to feel completely safe with Sol and his professed feelings. When Sol brings his feelings up again when they're getting their makeup done, Joe's response ("how did the conversation turn to this?") pinged me as playful, affectionate, not uncomfortable and pressured. Joe is absolutely terrified of Ming's feelings for him and, significantly, what they would do to Joe's feelings for Ming - he is keeping himself away from Ming by the power of "You don't love me and never did" and when that crumbles so will most of his ability to resist him, I think - but Sol's feelings can't do anything to Joe. They can't make him want things he doesn't want, and they can't make him want things he doesn't want to want. I would argue that Sol is a friend that Joe feels safe around, and his open crush on Joe causes a bit of awkwardness, to be sure, but it doesn't make Joe feel pressured to do anything but be himself. When he's with Sol, he's not afraid of Sol, Sol's feelings, or Joe's feelings. I think that's important to acknowledge! The same way that Sol needs to accept that Joe is allowed to make the choice to go back to Ming and it's never been in Sol's hands, imo fandom needs to accept that if Joe is comfortable with Sol and his affections, we can't argue that he is being pressured by them, or in danger, or anything else.

But that's just my interpretation! I am happy to be disagreed with, haha. I just think Sol is as rich and interesting a character as Ming, but many of us as viewers have more trouble with flawed and selfish kindness (Sol) than we do with complex cruelty (Ming). But I love flawed and selfish kindness. I love characters who are trying so hard to be good and to take care of people they love, and fucking it up and not seeing the ways their wants and fears are getting in the way. So I love Sol. And obviously have a lot to say about him lol.

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The Bar-Kochba Revolt

The Bar Kochba Revolt (132–136 CE) was the third and final war between the Jewish people and the Roman Empire. It followed a long period of tension and violence, marked by the first Jewish uprising of 66-70 CE, which ended with the destruction of the Second Temple, and the Kitos War (115-117 CE). In many ways, the Bar Kochba Revolt differed markedly from its predecessors. For the first time, the Jews presented a united front against Roman forces and fought underneath a single charismatic leader, the eponymous Simon Bar Kochba (also given as Shimon Bar-Cochba, Bar Kokhba, Ben-Cozba, Cosiba or Coziba). It was marked as well by strong religious passions, with many apparently believing that Bar Kochba was the promised messiah who would lead the Jewish people to final victory against their enemies.

In its initial stages, the revolt was surprisingly successful and may have resulted in the destruction of an entire Roman legion. It is possible that the rebels regained control of the city of Jerusalem, and they must have held large portions of ancient Judea. The Romans, however, regrouped and adopted a scorched-earth strategy that ultimately extirpated the rebels and laid waste to the country. The war shattered Judean society and led to far-reaching demographic and political changes, with the majority of the Jewish population of the province killed, enslaved, or exiled, and their national hopes definitively crushed. The Jewish people would not regain their political independence until the Zionist era and the establishment of the State of Israel in 1948 CE.

The Problem of Sources

Unlike the revolt of 66 CE, the historical sources on the Bar Kochba Revolt are scanty at best. The war had no chronicler such as Josephus Flavius, at least none whose work has survived. The primary non-Jewish sources are an epitome of Cassius Dio's Roman History and a handful of lines by the ecclesiastical historian Eusebius, the bishop of Caesarea. The war is also briefly mentioned by the Church father Jerome. While by no means comprehensive, these sources do provide several important details.

The Jewish sources are not per se historical and, while also scanty, are found throughout the rabbinical literature of the period and after, in particular, in the Jerusalem and Babylonian Talmuds. While they are often clearly legendary and unreliable in nature, they do paint a general picture of the Jewish experience of the war and its aftermath.

In addition, several important archaeological finds have shed light on certain aspects of the revolt. Coins minted while Judea was temporarily freed from Roman rule indicate the existence of an independent Jewish state for a brief period. In the 1960s CE, a cave in the Judean desert was found that likely once housed refugees from the revolt. Called the “Cave of Letters,” it contained a cache of documents that included several letters from Bar Kochba himself, which shed unprecedented light on his personality and style of rule.

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Hey! I’m going to my first show soon and I’d LOVE some tips on moshing while disabled if that’s still a post you wanna make! I fully intend to throw myself in the pit and deal with the consequences after, but it would still be INCREDIBLY helpful to have some tips to remember in the hope of minimising pain.

P.S. sick blog dude!!

you guys asked for it so here we go

a guide to moshing while disabled!!

these are just some general tips but will obviously want to approach the pit differently depending on your comfort level and what your specific needs are. they’re based on my personal experiences/observations but only you can gauge your own comfort level!

-if you can, check beforehand that the venue is accessible. unfortunately shit happens and sometimes places that claim to be accessible aren’t, so be prepared for how to handle a worst case scenario

-have an exit route! make sure you have somewhere to go if you want out of the pit. people are pretty understanding and if you seem like you want to get out they will help you out

-for any wheelchair users, you guys are at a little bit of a disadvantage due to height, so you’ll probably want to either arrive early to near the front, gently push your way to the front or have someone lift you up, that said

-wheelchair users can absolutely crowdsurf, just let people know you want to get up and they’ll support your chair the same way they’d lift a person

-depending on your venue, there may be a patio outside for smoking. it’s a great place to take a break if you’re easily overstimulated, or, if you can’t stand for long periods of time, a place to sit down if no other seats are available

-large venues or music festivals may have also have general accessibility services you can take advantage of as needed. smaller/diy shows may be easier to navigate due to less traffic but are also less likely to have these options

-noise canceling headphones. get yourself a good pair. mine have never fallen off but it’s just something to be aware of as you’re moving around.

-if there are seats, get them. that doesn’t mean you have to use them the whole show, in fact, you can spend most of your time in the pit if that’s what you want to do. but moshing is physically demanding, even for abled people, so it definitely helps to have the option for yourself ahead of time and be prepared

-have pain meds on you just in case, and if you have asthma, bring an inhaler. it’s better that you have them and not need them than need them and not have them

-wear something comfortable. if you want to bring a mobility aid, bring one, and if you have any other clothing such as compression garments that make physical activity less strenuous on your body, wear those

these are just a start but i hope they can be helpful to someone!

[bunnakit]

one of the most difficult parts of navigating ATEEZ lore is you have to decide which avenue you're going to operate under -

are you operating under the assumption that they've traversed dimensions (A -> Z) with elements of time travel interspersed and the Halateez are tangible human beings they can interact with?

or are you operating under the theory that they've only time traveled "to a different world" (because the future is so bleak it feels like a new world entirely) and the Halateez are shadows of their future, no longer occupying that space-time because ATEEZ has taken their place and the Halateez are only reflections of their inner selves?*

and depending on your choice are you assuming Halazia is a third dimension where the events of the timeline occurred differently? or that it's instead even further into the future and what may be in store for society if ATEEZ cannot fix things in the Z era, the time of the Halateez?

this is why i think it's so difficult to say any one theory is correct when there is so much unconfirmed, so many elements to play with, and so many details to turn over in our head. it's an absolute blast to navigate and experiment with. i wonder if someday we'll have it all spelled out to us but part of me almost hopes it never is. (and i know some things have been 'confirmed' in interviews but we know KQ and HJ are known to be very tricky with the way they word and tease things.)

*i personally find it very curious that we only ever see interactions between the two through some form of reflective surface - aside from answer but even then they're lifting a glass to cheers and it could be said that they're viewing their reflections through that glass. (and we know reflective surfaces are banned in strictland for the sense of identity they can grant.)

there is also no direct dialogue between them in any of the diaries except a brief interaction between hongjoong and the version of him trapped in the glass on the prison island, when he adopts the black pirate costume for himself. we know the guardians can take people's voices, i don't think it's out of the realm of possibility for them to take and contain souls {no more, keep your soul} - especially of those they want to punish rather than dispose of - or for this to be some moment of self reflection and a realization of the path he wants to take moving forward

[campbyler]

nah but Mike in chapter 10.1 constantly saying how his brain isn't normal and he's going clinically insane when his though process is the exact same as mine-

Anyway, i was fucking screaming throughout the entire chapter, to the point where my sister asked me if I was okay. (Also she was making a cruel summer friendship bracelet at the time and I may have nearly screamed again..)

me the entire time writing it tee bee atche… obviously i love projecting onto mike etc etc don’t we all but this chapter was especially fun to write from his pov bc to usssss one of the things we loved fleshing out and exploring in this universe was mike’s reaction to Developing Feelings vs will’s and all the ways they are similar and different!! i think mike definitely approached the situation the same way i have approached similar types of internal conflict in the past whereas will’s moment in ch09 was pretty different in some ways so it was honestly very cathartic to get it all out and make it his problem and not mine for once L O L but i hope you are okay and send your sister my sincerest condolences for worrying her 🫡🫡🫡

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Any tips for writing fast burn ‘romance’?

I have a couple of characters who are a) physically attracted to each other, and b) VERY quick to act/impulsive. As a result, it would be pretty out of character for them not to act on their mutual attraction shortly after they meet, and enter into a very loosely defined relationship of sorts simply because they’re both currently living in the same place.

While their relationship isn’t the focus of the story, it would be interesting from a character standpoint to see how they act in such a relationship, and to watch it evolve into something more meaningful as the two of them actually get to know each other as people (as you might have guessed, their impulsive asses have quite a lot in common). The problem is that almost all the guides I can find for writing romance either do not fit, or actively encourage against writing this sort of relationship. Through digging around I have found out about something called ‘fast burn romance’ but I can’t find any guides for actively writing it. Can you help?

Guide: Writing a Fast Burn Romance

What is a Fast Burn Romance?

A fast burn romance is one that goes from introduction to intense feelings much faster than a typical relationship.

How Does Fast Burn Differ from Slow Burn?

In a slow burn romance, romantic feelings develop more slowly than a typical romance. There's more time for the couple to get to know each other, and quite often they become friends, perhaps best friends, or they may be adversaries or acquaintances who just know each other very well.

How Does Fast Burn Differ from Insta-Love?

The major difference between a fast burn romance and "insta-love" is that there's obvious chemistry between the romantic interests, whereas in "insta-love" the romance feels unearned. It isn't clear why the characters are so attracted to one another, but in fast burn it's obvious.

Tips for Pulling Off a Satisfying Fast Burn Romance:

1 - Create Obvious Chemistry - This is the key to pulling off a satisfying fast burn romance. We need to see the physical signs of interest like lingering looks, "electric" touches, rapid heartbeat, butterflies in the stomach, blushing/heat rushing to cheeks, etc. We also need to see the emotional chemistry through non-verbal communication such as body language, facial expressions, and gestures, as well as through emotional bonding (sharing memories, beliefs, hopes and dreams, fears, likes and dislikes, etc.) You may also wish to show how other characters view them... if another character notices they make a cute couple or have good chemistry, it's adds more realism to the chemistry. Remember that sometimes "opposites attract," so they may have opposing beliefs or opinions, but if they find their opposing views complement one another, that can also be a way to build chemistry.

2 - Illustrate Chemistry Through Dialogue - One of the best ways to illustrate and build chemistry is through flirty dialogue, witty banter, playful teasing, commiseration, and shared humor.

3 - Create an Emotional Connection - Emotional connections are super important for a believable romance, but you have to establish this connection more quickly with fast burn. This is why it's important to make sure there is an emotional foothold through which the characters can establish an emotional bond. Anything that can give them the opportunity to open up about past experiences, past trauma, fears, dreams, etc. and allow them to see kinship in these things is helpful. For example, two characters who discover they both lost a parent at an early age would have an instant emotional foothold to bond.

4 - Fast Conflict and Tension - In typical and slow burn romance, there's time to introduce points of friction, challenges, or outright obstacles to the progression of the relationship, which creates tension that is released when the obstacles are overcome. Since there's not time to do that in fast burn, you can still look for smaller points of friction, easier-to-overcome-challenges, and minor obstacles to get that same effect in a quarter of the time.

5 - Give Them a Shared Goal or Common Enemy - It's no coincidence that a lot of fast burn relationships occur in survival scenarios or other high stakes/high danger situations. If your characters have an immediate shared goal, common enemy, or joint challenge to overcome, it forces them to get to know each other and learn to trust one another very quickly. There's not time for getting to know someone if you have to see them half-naked ten minutes after meeting them in order to dress their wounds. It doesn't have to be that dramatic, however. Anything that gives them an instant reason to work together is all you need.

Happy writing!

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