#i have zero explanation for this actually

[egophiliac]

I assume you got a few asks about the TWST news already but: congrats on 7.5 story, they really said you are not leaving your green kids behind just yet LMAOOO also Overblotters solo songs now too! Overblotting animations added to the game! Overblot Idia card (finally!!) CATER EVENT WITH CHIP AND DALE AND HE ALSO HAS FRECKLES?????? I hope we see him on rollerblades like those waiters in diners that'd be so cool!!

me skimming the stream announcement: "MVs"...oh that's probably just more Blazing Jewel stuff, I don't need to catch it, I'll wait for reuploads :)

Twst: :)

you'd think I would've learned by now, APPARENTLY NOT

man. I don't know if they went into any more detail on the stream, but the absolute lack of any explanation on 7.5 in particular is destroying me. this is the entirety of the in-game notice:

"*Main Story Part 7.5: Main Story part 7.5 will be released."

?!?!?!?!

Twst team back on their usual trick of busting in through the wall, tossing a live grenade of one-sentence info with absolutely zero context, and then peacing out to watch everyone explode. what do you mean 7.5. is this the epilogue/hook to 8 that we didn't get with 7 proper. is it something totally different. what does it mean. WHAT DOES IT MEAN

(and if this doesn't kill me, Catermunk might actually with how frikkin adorable he looks. 🐿 shoot. heck. is this gonna be a whole event with other chipmunk diner boys because I may have to seriously consider how many keys I wanna save versus throwing in for OB!Idia. auuugh you'd THINK I would have LEARNED by now --)

[j259abcd]

since nonograms are determined by what pixels are supposed to be on, and 2^25 is 33554432, but the Site says they only have 24976511 nonograms, i wonder which one's they're excluding. So far the least bits set I've seen is 9. Some calculator math says that I will see 9 bits or less set in a truly random 25 bit grid with a Probability of 6.08%, then 8 bits or less 3.22%, 7 bits 1.43%, 6 bits 0.53%, 5 bits 0.16%, 4 bits 0.03%, 3 bits 0.006%.

They're probably some fun-ruiners who exclude things like the zero-nonogram because they're "too easy", but I do not actually know this and am open to alternative explanations.

Here's a fun thing where you (and other players) solve all 25 million 5x5 nonograms

They're about 20% done now.

This is the kind of online multiplayer I like. The kind where I never recognizably interact with any other human and just vaguely contribute towards a shared goal.

[greenerteacups]

Hi GT! Congratulations on the last chapter, as always! Lately my brain has been fixated on a detail that I find very interesting. I can't help but think that any adult in LH who is preparing for war has at least once thought while looking at Draco "ok, this could definitely help us in the future". And I find it almost hilarious because I love the way you characterize Artur and Molly and their protective instinct towards the kids... but let's be honest, Hermione, Ron and Harry have ensured the heir of the greatest house in the wizarding world to the cause.

One of the interesting parts about the Harry Potter series is that both sides of the conflict use child soldiers, and you get to see a realistic range of reactions to that from the adults around them. There's Molly, who's reasonably unconditionally opposed to it on the grounds that They're Children, and then Sirius, who unreasonably supports it on the grounds of being himself a stunted teenager, and then Mad-Eye, who reasonably supports it on the grounds of "they're going to have to fight anyway," and Dumbledore, who is some combination of these viewpoints depending on the situation — most protective of Harry when the danger is real, but perhaps necessarily the most realistic about Harry's role in ending the war. Lionheart has a slightly different cast of adults, because it's a different POV, but you still see a range of opinions from Narcissa ("you'll harm my son over my dead body, but also he needs to be able to defend myself") to Snape ("careful, Draco") to Moody (the same, arguably more so, because he's thinking of the long game) and Dumbledore (again, some situation-dependent combination of viewpoints). The kids are often so caught up in their own part of the conflict that it doesn't occur to them the strategic decisions that are happening over their heads — when you're a teen and an adult tells you you're too young for something, the kneejerk reaction is "fuck off" — but there are always conversations happening in other rooms, especially in Grimmauld Place.

[starkaabii]

HI. I'M OFFICIALLY BACK IN BUSINESS. TAKE SUB-ZERO'S CHILDREN.

(Don't actually take them though. Sub-Zero would not appreciate that.)

[doctorweebmd]

oh i missed a milestone!

tptp has officially surpassed fool's gold in kudos meaning my most 'popular' sskk fic has now ascended past my least 'popular' bkdk fic!

yippee welcome to the CLUB my sweet tptp i love you thank you for being so amazing and fun to write. i hope its an interesting read for other fans as they get into the fandom and i'm happy you exist.

[tacagen]

man do i love green goblin and do i HATE how he's usually handled

[blazehedgehog]

Soaking this in

If you don't know what this is, here's an explanation: Both Fortnite and Call of Duty employ something called "Skill-Based Matchmaking" (SBMM for short), and it has become the bane of a certain subset of players who very vocally yell about how it is ruining multiplayer games.

In short, the game secretly and quietly keeps track of your "skill level." Even if a game has both ranked and unranked modes, it is always tracking this skill level stat that reports back how quickly and easily you're getting kills. When you connect to a new match, it tries to group you with players near your skill level.

The idea being you start with zero skill stat, and by playing the game well, your skill stat levels up until you eventually plateau and you are forever playing the game with people that are just as good (or bad) as you are, within some level of variance.

This means if you're one of these career streamer guys or a Youtube clip compilation sort of dude (or both), then you very quickly get put into high tier matchmaking pools with all the other career streamers and wannabe esports pros. Hence the very loud, very vocal complaints, because if you're one of those guys, the idea of having a "casual match" goes away. Everybody is always firing on all cylinders and you're expected to do the same in order to keep your rank and not look embarrassing to your captive audience.

So Activision apparently ran an experiment per Charlie Intel (article here) where they reduced SBMM's effectiveness, meaning the big fish pros and the little tadpole casual players were thrown into more games together.

The result was a sharp uptick in players rage quitting matches early, some even quitting the game entirely and never coming back. The report notes that while player retention for players with a high skill rank was improved, they make up such a small percentage of the player base (apparently less than 1%; the article has some grammar problems) that servicing them really doesn't make sense.

As it turns out, low level players don't want to get hopelessly destroyed by wannabe esports pros. And those pros make up such a small percentage of the player base it doesn't make sense to keep feeding them more low level chum, even though they are the hungriest for it. As more and more low level players permanently leave the game due to frustration, it turns into a wasteland where high level players are getting mad at each other until they also get frustrated and leave as well. SBMM ensures long term health for a game's multiplayer ecosystem.

And being a Fortnite player, it's so validating to hear this. "SBMM is ruining multiplayer" was always a narrative coming from streamers and youtubers who were frustrated by having to actually TRY instead of being able to score easy clip compilation fodder on clueless newbies.

Enjoy sticking to your smurf accounts now, I guess.

[nekovale]

So, I don't know how many Bsd fans are also Fate/Stay Night fans...... BUT I AM and this is the only reason this exists Fate is one of my favorite series and I was listening to the Fate/Zero ost one day because it's one of my fav ost ever... and I started thinking about a possible crossover and it kinda snowballed from there lol Explanations and ramblings under the cut!

For who doesn't know what Fate/Stay Night is about: the gist of it is there's a recurring event where seven mages (masters) summon seven heroic spirits (servants) who fight between each other to win the Holy Grail. Basic things to know are: servants are divided in classes and each has a Noble Phantasm, aka a servant's ultimate weapon/ability; each master has three command spells which compel the servant to obey to three absolute orders; servants need mana to keep existing. said mana is usually provided by the master, but can also be transferred with bodily fluids (that includes sex) The pairs I had thought of for this au are: - berserker!Chuuya + Dazai (in this case the berserker's typical madness happens only with Corruption, which is Chuuya's Noble Phantasm and can be stopped only using a command spell) - saber!Akutagawa + Atsushi - caster!Nikolai + Fyodor - lancer!Bram + Aya - assassin!Nathaniel + Margareth - archer!Mark Twain + Lucy I have absolutely NO idea who to cast as rider lol Kunikida is the Church's overseer though (an impartial judge for the Holy War) I've thought about these combinations for fun since I don't have an overarching plot or anything, just some little disconnected scenes, but I liked the possible interactions with these pairs. I wanted to have characters from the main factions in the series (so like, the Port Mafia, the Agency, the Guild...) but since servants are heroic spirits of the past (and in this au they're not their irl literary counterparts, but characters on their own. Chuuya's real identity would be Arahabaki, etc) I wanted to pick characters who also could have a particular design while fitting the role........... I wanted to put Lovecraft in there too but he's definitely a berserker and I'm not giving up Chuuya for it lol This wip has been eating my brain for literal months, so here it is!! It got me back into doodling just for fun so it was a good time. I actually have more sketches but I feel like these are already a lot lol...... so I'll post those at a later time (also because I'm rewatching ubw now so I might end up doing more....)

[xenteaart]

the hard way

pairing: vampire!chris x to be vampire!reader genre/warnings: dark romance, mean chris, angst? kinda dead dove, mentions of death, blood and a lil gore (not too graphic tho imo), it's okay in the end??? and they're in love plot: reader is getting turned into a vampire and it's not as cool as she imagined author’s note: obvsly heavily inspired by railway and that SPITTING SCENE. idk it's prolly gonna flop but i wanted to picture that process and a not so hot side of it

“no.” “why not?!” “because i told you so a million times already. we’re not discussing this.” chris spits out and furrows, growing more agitated with each passing second.

“what, you don’t want me to be equal to you?” you ponder desperately while your mind searches for any, any reason at all as to why chris won’t turn you. it’s been getting to you for the last couple of months, and you’re sure you’ve gone through every possible explanation your troubled brain could come up with: he doesn’t love you. he doesn’t wanna spend eternity with you. or maybe it’s a power thing. or, or, or...? this endless cycle of worry and uncertainty has been keeping you on edge for way too long to think clearly now. “gosh, it has nothing to do with equality,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “what is it then?” “drop it.” you snap. “we’ll have to find out the hard way, then.”

you grab the nearest kitchen knife, and it turns out to be the one you use for cutting meat, a chef’s knife as they call it. how fitting. chris barely has enough time to catch up with your madness infused impulse, and when he turns his gaze back to you, the knife is already deep in your guts.

you thought it was gonna be romantic or somewhat dramatic at least. something from the movies where he sinks his vampire teeth into your neck, and just like magic — your eyes flash bright red, announcing the beginning of a new life.

“you dumb bitch,” he exhales shakily and somehow manages to catch you in time because the sharp pain in your stomach makes you lose your balance instantly. you’re still bitter and angry in the heat of the argument and you expect him to be the same way, but when you glance up, chris looks nothing but panicked. “that’s a new look on him,” you think, and it confuses you.

chris growls and sinks to his knees, carefully holding you and trying to move as fast as possible. what you don’t know is that turning can only be done in around thirty seconds since fatal injury. that might explain the rushing and chris’s pure bambi eyes panic but your consciousness is already starting to drift away to hold onto that train of thought.

chris bites into his wrist with unmasked fury, tearing and ripping his own veins even though using a knife would have been much cleaner. probably less painful, too. “swallow. now! come on, don’t you fall asleep on me now, focus!” he grabs your face and presses hard on the jaw joints, making you open your mouth like a puppet doll.

the sickly metallic taste of your own blood at the back of your throat from the internal bleeding mixes up with chris’s thick blood that he generously spits into your mouth, and you want to throw up. your head feels dizzy as your eyelids are getting heavier, your hearing suddenly fails completely as if someone turned the volume down from ten to zero. limbs are falling weak, and the pins and needles in them are so, so far from pleasant.

the thing about turning is... you actually have to die first. be fully, completely gone to be able to come back changed and corrupted, turned to the extent of your DNA having been violently rewritten. that you did not think through enough. the muscles in your throat contract almost on reflex, swallowing and gagging on the gooey salty substance, making your chest heave while coughing strangles you further. the tingles and nausea are so overwhelming and all consuming you actually catch yourself thinking dying would be a relief now. and then it follows as you wished.

you doze off for god knows how long but, by the looks of it, it can’t have been more than a few minutes because as you regain consciousness, chris is still looming over you, his own blood fresh on his lips. he’s blurry, though, everything is.

“come on, suck on me. c’mon, baby, there we go,” he coos as he brings his wrist to your lips, forcefully pressing it into your mouth and leaving you with little to no choice. the phrasing, unlike usual, doesn’t sound dirty or hot now, more like a life-saving command while you’re still so out it. it feels good, though, chris’s blood.

it doesn’t taste so metallic and gross anymore, and the texture feels almost soothing on your dry throat, like hot honey milk on a friday evening. suck, gulp, suck, gulp, suck, it almost lulls you back into serenity, some primal instinct of being attached to your only life line, finding comfort in someone’s warmth and touch and taste.

you wonder how much you’ve drunk already and whether chris will have anything left but you’re so, so thirsty you can’t even bring yourself to care.

what finally makes you stop is the sudden sharp ache in your gums. it feels so piercing the aftershocks are almost reaching your brain and eye sockets, and as you feel your old teeth fall out, a pair of longer fangs cuts through and settles into the upper teeth row. hot tears are stinging your eyes and you whine like a wounded deer, still unable to speak properly. it’s all too much, and you start to regret what you’ve done, and maybe, just maybe that’s why chris so passionately refused to put you through it. this kind of hunger and the animalistic, blood thirst driven rage were never something he wanted to inflict upon you.

your entire body is shaking but it’s not really a fearful tremor, more like restlessness, a new sort of “itch” somewhere deep, deep inside that you’ve never experienced before, the feeling so intense and soul wrenching you simply can’t disobey it. it makes you want to jump up and run.

“don’t worry, i’ll teach you how to handle it.” chris cups your face after taking off his leather gloves so you can feel the comfort of his actual skin. the touch is calming, but barely enough compared to that growing desire and need to satisfy the itch. “you stupid crazy cunt, why do you never listen,” he whispers into your forehead, his lips lightly brushing over your cold sweat covered skin, as he holds you closer, squeezing you against his chest in a protective manner, though the real danger to yourself is now planted within you.

[flamingpudding]

Little Snippets #6

(A/N: Vote winner so I did my best to finish this)

"Screw it, i am done..." Danny grumbled as he stepped onto the watchtower through a portal, ignoring the startled heroes around him, or his own rather disheveled state. His green glowing eyes surveyed the room he was in for a brief moment before his eyes zeroed in on the one hero that caused to much work for him.

"YOU!" He pointed an accusing finger at the red clad hero before floating over and grabbing the hero by the front of his hero suit. "Do you have any idea how much work you cause me!"

Danny got one confused blink before he launched into a rather thorough explanation of what he just went through fixing 20 different timelines that got created because of one flashpoint while shaking the Flash like he was a ragdoll, ignoring the other heroes around him.

Clark, who arrived a little late to the meeting, looked around the meeting room confused. He glanced to the side to one of his hero colleagues. "Is there....?"

"A white haired floating teen boy giving Barry the lecture of a lifetime?" Oliver cut in arms crossed as he watched on. "Yes, there is."

Clark blinked, looking back at the scene and then back at Oliver. "And..."

"And Bruce is actually taking notes and enjoying Barry getting lectured to an inch of his speedster life while also getting information on time itself? Yes he is." Oliver added an, his tone slightly frustrated but also happy that he wasn't at the receiving end of the teen boy's rant. The kid had been going on about different time lines and the multiverse theory as well as how Barry apparently created several different timelines any time a new flashpoint happened or the past gets seemingly changed. Oliver wasn't even sure the kid was breathing with the way he had been talking non stop.

"And for the record! Changing the past does not automatically fix your present! You just created an entirely new timeline! Do you know how many times I had to fix these? You left so many unattended timelines! I would be rich now if I had gotten a dollar for every time I or my siblings had to fix the stuff you did! Did you ever hear about the multiverse theory?! Hell you are heroes! Didn't you deal with other universes already!?"

The kid rambled on and Clark was pretty sure he wasn't hearing the kid breath in once, which was worrying in so many different levels. But a little traitor part of his mind was actually finding the situation quiet funny.

"Oh and don't get me started on your spawns!" Clark winced a little as he heard the floating boy breath in for the first time in his entire rant before launching into another rant about how it wasn't just Barry but his entire family. Next to him Oliver chucked finding the moment simply funny end enjoying the show of Barry, aka the Flash getting lectured by a floating teen boy.

Though they partially wondered why Bruce wasn't stepping in but then again, the kids rant was... rather informative if he wasn't cursing at Barry's entire family.

A little earlier that day...

Danny groaned as a green note fluttered onto his desk in the middle of his English exam. His head hit the desk and he was sure he was creating some sort of misunderstanding and appearing like he didn't study enough for this exam. Which for once he did, he actually had managed to get time to study for this exam for once. And that despite all the work that had been piling up lately.

The fun fact was that work didn't pile up because of some ghost king title or something, or his rogues dogpiling on him. No it piled up because of a hero organisation outside of Amity. Now don't get him wrong, he admires these heroes. The ones from outer space are his favorites even. But unknown to them they caused im a lot of work ever since clockwork started to mentor him.

Danny glanced at his English exam and then at the note before his head hit the desk again.

Just one day... was one day to much to ask?

He blames whatever hero was at fault this time as he couldn't concentrate on is exam anymore. He barely remembers finishing it as he hurried out of the classroom, forgetting to give Sam and Tucker an explanation as he went ghost and hurried of to the ghost zone. Danny's eye twitch a little when he noticed Clockworks amused expression.

"What is it this time?" Danny groaned already knowing he wouldn't like what he was going to hear.

"Another flashpoint was created. You know what this means." Clockwork chucked handing him a time medallion and Danny groaned even more.

"Can't Dan or Dani..." He started but Clockwork cut him off with an amused headshake. "No, they are currently busy with another job I gave them."

Reluctantly Danny nodded and stepped through the time portal. While he knew, he would actually only be gone for a minute at most in the present, it still annoyed him that he had to constantly fix time. And most of the time it was because of one specific hero at that. He was not looking forward on how many different timelines he had to fix right now now. this was going to take a while too. Even if only maybe a minute will pass in his timeline.

He still had bruises from the last 20 timelines he fixed. And in all honesty he was getting tired of this kid of work, he was partially sure Clockwork was him now, so he wouldn't have to do this himself. Or the ancient of time was getting a kick out of watching Danny fumble while fixing other timelines.

He yelped as he dodged velocraptors right after coming out of the time portal. "SERIOUSLY?! THE MESOZOIC ERA THIS TIME TOO?! WHAT AM I EVEN SUPOSED TO FIX HERE?!" He yelled at nothing in particular. That was it, this time, this time he decided he would finally go and pay these heroes a visit and make them aware how much work they had been causing him...

[theabigailthorn]

Hi Miss Thorn.

I was recently reading through your trans writes article about you choosing not to do PR for the NHS. In one line you mention that the medical system "exaggerates or wholly confabulates" certain medical risks, and I was wondering if you could give more of an explanation or some examples about that stuff. I tried looking it up on my own but I didn't really know what keywords to search for, and I don't want to fall into some weird anti-science conspiracy theory rabbithole (especially at a kind of vulnerable part of my transition where I'm finally giving "doing hormones" more serious thought as a Thing I Would Actually Do rather than an idle fantasy where the results magically "fix" me (or a kind of anxiety where it doesn't do anything of value at all :< )

Thank you regardless for your great videos over the years,

A Very Nervous Enby

Sure! So, I would argue that the Cass Review is a prime example of this phenomenon. It concluded that puberty blockers have caused zero documented cases of harm as long as they've been used in Britain, but they might cause some unknown kind of harm in the future, somehow; a harm that hasn't been detected in any of the other countries who have used them, whose evidence - by the way - was discarded.

So we have no evidence of past harm, no idea what a future mystery harm might be, when it might happen, the mechanism for it, or why it would only show up here, now, and not in any of the other countries who have given trans kids blockers previously...

This is clearly making shit up!

And yet the Cass Review was used to justify a ban on blockers.

The only way this makes sense is if by "harm" they mean "being trans." Cass expressed particular concern that most kids who start on blockers go on to medically transition, which - yeah duh? But whereas a normal person views this as a neutral fact about the world, transphobes see it as bad - they see being trans as a bad or dangerous thing to be - and so they want to make people "avoid it" as much as possible.

This is what I mean when I say pathologization exaggerates or in some cases outright fabricates risks of medical transition to justify restricting our bodily autonomy under the guise of "care."

[2lizard2sister]

hey what's up everyone it's Alice lizardsister I guess ive finally officially become a trans woman given that @staff nuked my blog WITH no warning! no email explanation! nothing! aside from the crime of existing as a trans woman on this site

anyone another big reminder that despite all their claims otherwise @staff really seems continued to be dedicated to singling out trans women while doing absolutely nothing about the rampant transmisogyny on here. this is on top of the racism present & @staff's deletion of black users on here & cleansing of different tags like the Ferguson one that goes back years before any of this as well - something that isn't personally targeted at me as a white woman, but something that i wouldn't feel right not mentioning as well

we'll see if i actually dedicate myself to rebuilding on this new blog / if i ever want to continue being on this website anymore, but i at least wanted to get the word out that @staff is still very much up to their bullshit. i would like to emphasize again that this came with absolutely zero prior warnings, zero email explanation on what i even did, and several hours later no response from staff when i sent into an inquiry on where my blog went

i'd like to say for any mutuals/friends on here who have worried that im doing okay and honestly am currently seeing the humor in the situation in just how blatant this shit is, and I appreciate everyone who's been wondering about me 💚

[inseobts]

hello!!! could you write one about how after a fight the crew had, zoro being turned into a kid and how chaotic it would be? nothing weird just some platonic fluff if it makes sense 😭

Baby-Zoro Chaos

zoro x gn!reader (platonic)

a/n: it's not really after a fight but I thought it would have been funnier like this lmao hope you'll like it (ฅ́ ˘ฅ̀)♡

words count: 1.0k

tags: platonic, child zoro, humor

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The argument is loud. Deafening, even. Voices crash over each other like waves in a storm, and it’s absolute pandemonium. Nami’s scolding Luffy with all the fury of a woman who has had enough of everyone's nonsense, Sanji’s throwing rapid-fire insults at Zoro, and you, poor, exhausted you, are trying (and failing) to restore some semblance of order before things spiral completely out of control.

Zoro, of course, refuses to back down, his arms crossed, his expression bored but somehow still managing to radiate pure stubbornness.

“You’re a walking disaster, Mosshead!” Sanji shouts, jabbing a finger at him, his other hand dramatically planted on his hip.

“Tch… shut up, cook” Zoro grumbles, like the human embodiment of an eye-roll.

Before another insult can be launched, before the chaos can climb to its inevitable crescendo, a blinding flash of light explodes.

Everything and everyone stops. Frozen mid-argument, blinking furiously, the crew barely has time to process what just happened before Luffy, ever the first to state the obvious, shouts “WHAT WAS THAT?!”

You turn to look toward Zoro and Sanji to see what they did, and there you instantly forget how to breathe.

Zoro is… small.

Not just small. Tiny. Miniature. Pocket-sized (not really but really close).

His usual towering, muscular frame is gone, replaced by something impossibly round and chubby. His oversized clothes hang off his tiny form like a poorly fitted costume, his green bandana slipping down over his ridiculously large, confused eyes. He stares down at his own tiny hands in horror.

Zoro opens his mouth to demand an explanation, to yell, to curse, but instead of his usual gruff voice, a high-pitched squeak escapes his lips “G-guh!”

The room is silent for all of two seconds before Luffy collapses onto the floor, absolutely howling with laughter.

“ZORO, YOU’RE A BABY! THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER!” Luffy shrieks, slamming his fists against the ground as he wheezes.

Everyone else trying to hide their laughs.

Zoro, whose sheer presence is usually enough to strike fear into enemies, now looks like a furious, grumpy cherub. He stomps his tiny foot, but instead of an intimidating display of anger, he wobbles, loses his balance, and tumbles forward in the most unceremonious, helpless little roll.

“ZORO!” you yelp, lunging to catch him, but he’s already on the floor, his tiny fists flailing in frustration.

“Grah!” he shouts, or at least, tries to. What actually comes out is a high-pitched, indignant wail that only makes Luffy laugh harder.

Luffy scoops Zoro up with absolutely zero hesitation “I’m carrying you now! You’re my new little buddy!” he announces, swinging Zoro around like an overexcited kid with a new toy.

Zoro, whose entire being is built on strength and dignity, is now reduced to a tiny, helpless baby being manhandled by a rubber idiot. His eyes are practically shooting laser beams of rage “Goo-goo, gah!” he shrieks, flailing his tiny limbs in protest.

“Oh my god, I am never letting this go,” Sanji says, wiping a tear from his eye “Look at you, Marimo. Acting like a little brat already.”

Zoro turns his furious, oversized eyes on Sanji and, for a brief, glorious moment, tries to scowl. But the attempt is absolutely ruined by the way his lip trembles.

“Gaaah!” he cries out, trying to push against Luffy’s chest. Unfortunately, his tiny hands are as threatening as wet marshmallows. The realization that he has lost all his usual strength hits him like a ton of bricks.

His face scrunches up. His frustration mounts. And then—

A wail erupts from his tiny lungs, loud and dramatic “WAAAAAAAH!”

“Oh my god, he’s... he's crying” Usopp gasps.

You rush forward and scoop him into your arms before Luffy can swing him around again “Shh, shh, Zoro, it’s okay” you murmur, gently rocking him, but Zoro is having absolutely none of it. He kicks, he squirms, he shakes his tiny fists in a rage.

Sanji, grinning like he just won the lottery, leans in “Aw, poor little Zoro. Did someone get all cranky?”

Zoro’s face turns an even darker shade of red. He lets out an absolutely furious, nonsensical string of babbling that sounds suspiciously like an attempt at cursing. His chubby little arms flail toward Sanji, but his baby coordination betrays him, and he just ends up smacking himself in the face.

Luffy loses it all over again, slapping the floor as he cackles “HE HIT HIMSELF! OH MY GOD, THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING I’VE EVER SEEN!”

Zoro, still struggling in your hold, lets out another furious wail before hiccupping mid-cry. His tiny body trembles as he sniffles, his pride in absolute tatters.

You sigh, stroking his soft green hair “Okay, let’s focus, guys. How do we fix this?”

Nami, who has been suspiciously quiet, finally steps forward. She looks at tiny, blubbering Zoro and tilts her head “Do we even want to fix this?”

“YES!” Zoro shrieks, though it comes out as “BAAABYYY!”

Chopper, ever the doctor, has his hooves on his chin, deep in thought “It could be temporary. Or maybe it’s a curse? Or a weird Devil Fruit power?”

“Well, until we fix him, he’s our new baby,” Luffy declares, grinning “I’m gonna take such good care of him.”

“Grrr!” Zoro whines, but his tantrum has tired him out. His little head droops against your chest, his energy spent. His tiny fists clutch weakly at your shirt as he lets out a small, defeated sigh.

“Looks like he’s finally calming down” you murmur, rubbing his back.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sanji smirks “Just don’t let him near sharp objects.”

You glance down at baby Zoro, his big eyes fluttering closed as he drifts off into an exhausted nap. Even like this, tiny and helpless, there’s still something undeniably Zoro about him. Stubborn, strong, and unwilling to back down—even if his body has completely betrayed him.

Luffy grins and reaches out, poking his tiny cheek “He’s so squishy.”

Zoro grumbles sleepily, too tired to protest.

You sigh, looking at the ridiculous scene before you “We’ll figure it out...” you say, though, deep down, a part of you knows that until you do, things are going to be absolute, unhinged chaos.

But then again, when is life with the Straw Hats ever anything else?

[bambisnc]

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౨ৎ ˚ if getting drunk is what it takes to have the courage to confess, then that's exactly what myungjae will do <3

### . STARRING ⌢ m.jh ⋆ drabble + 0.8k // drinking ! + swearing + kissing + unedited ˖ ✧

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myung jaehyun had never been a fan of lychee soju. 

something about its saccharine stickiness just seemed a little too overpowering for his taste. the way its cloying sweetness seemed to linger much longer than necessary was simply … off putting to him.

so why was it that he was currently downing shot after shot of said drink like a man on a mission?

well if you asked him - his easy, candid answer would be that it was, in fact, all because of you.

it wasn’t like jaehyun had a problem with how unfairly gorgeous you looked that day, sitting right across from him in the now rather crowded bar. 

neither did he have a problem with the way you threw your head back and laughed at something riwoo said. he’d always found it rather charming really, your laugh.

however, he would've preferred it a tad bit more if it was him who was the one making you laugh instead.

jaehyun didn’t particularly mind the fact that you had yet to look at him, properly look at him since the beginning of the evening, either. 

you’d walked in together then, the cozy ambiance around you lit up by soft, warm lights — and he’d still had hope for the next 5 or 6 hours. but of course, things never really went how he wanted them to.

with the first onset of fresh faces, some recognizable some not, a sinking feeling made itself known. and before he knew it, he’d lost you to a conversation with some seniors. 

… so okay, maybe he did have some problems.

but it wasn’t as if he was about to blame any of them on you. he wouldn’t even dare to. 

hence, he now found himself lost in the haze of alcohol and thoughts of how he’d ended up in such a state, deprived of your company 

so lost in his reveries was he, that jaehyun almost didn’t hear you when you spoke up. 

almost.

“people are really getting drunk now, huh? i think we all need something to cool us down, haha.” you’d always been so considerate. it was only natural one would end up falling for you, he pondered.

“should i go pick up some ice-cream from the convenience store for everyone?”

an angel. you had to be an angel.

and before he even knew it, he’d all but lept out of his seat — hand raised in a sign of volunteering.

receiving a few weirded out glances and side eye’s really didn’t matter to him. jaehyun was more focused on the way you smiled and tilted your head, beckoning him encouragingly to come along.

-

drunk determination goes a long way.

that was the only possible explanation behind myung jaehyun managing to somehow walk in a straight line despite being absolutely shitfaced. 

as the two of you mapped your way to the store, you rambled on about how fun the evening had been so far, then about how the song playing at the bar was actually one of your favorites and lastly about how you were honestly glad to be out and getting some fresh air.

and jaehyun listens with all the patience in the world. his uncharacteristic quiet unbroken all the while you talk. until, at some point, the conversation lulls.

“you’re so pretty,” he mumbles, gaze suddenly turned away from you. “and you’re nice. and smart. and your voice is so … pretty. 

everything about you. so, so pretty..”

you blink, a little startled by the sudden compliments. “thank you (?) you’re way too sweet sometimes, y’know?”

“and … and i think i wanna confess to you.” he continues, stumbling a little — on the sidewalk, on his words, on the weight of everything left unspoken; yet his tone lets on zero hesitation.

you catch his elbow to steady him, brows furrowed but lips twitching upward. “you’re sort of already doing that, i’m afraid...”

“i am?” he looks confused, slightly glassy-eyed and flushed.

you can only huff out a barely audible laugh in response, mumbling a quick “yeah.”

his monologue continues as you reach out and lightly trace your thumb along his lower lip. just to make sure he knows what’s coming, to ensure he’s okay with it.

and then, you kiss him. 

the movement is gentle. soft. careful in a way that has him slightly weak in the knees.

“you’re such an idiot,” you can’t help but affectionately whisper as you pull away just a little. 

jaehyun immediately leans forward to reduce the newly created distance, “yeah,” he adds breathlessly. “but i’m your idiot now.”

you roll your eyes, but your smile gives you away. 

tugging him a little closer, you kiss him again, right there on the sidewalk, with your ice cream mission temporarily forgotten. 

you’d always been a fan of lychee soju.

but now?

… now, it tasted a little sweeter.

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[johanna-swann]

Also, "Oh okay, so the gender reveal cake was just for Jee-Yun, everyone else already knew" (including Buck I'll assume). But then again even though it was a very low-key event the Wilsons were still invited. Madney planned something special for Jee-Yun to find out the sex of her little sibling and they invited the Wilsons to share that experience with them. Buck was once again missing without explanation.

Feels off. Not extremely so if you see this as an isolated event. There have been other instances this season where it felt like Buck was either not being considered or willfully excluded though. Tbh at this point I have to wonder if this is intentional and leading somewhere or if the writers haven't noticed their own pattern.

I mean:

The other character spent zero thought about the Bucktommy break-up and immediately told Buck to just "move on, get back out there" when Buck was still very clearly not over the end of one of the longest and most serious relationships he has ever had.

When Maddie was kidnapped not even Eddie hugged him, he went straight for Chimney. Like. That is Buck's sister. Did nobody think that Maddie's husband and her brother might need support?

Eddie was planning to move away, said out loud that everything that matters to him is in Texas and when he found out Buck overheard this he didn't apologise or clarify what he meant by that, he doubled down, accused Buck of spying, of trying to make him pick Buck over Chrisopher and of making "everything about himself as usual". Buck didn't behave perfectly here either, but he apologised for his part. Eddie did not and it was an insane expectation in the first place to assume that his best friend wouldn't have complicated feelings about him moving 800+ miles away.

When Buck told Maddie about Abby she didn't take him seriously, she made a homophobic joke about Abby turning men gay (Buck isn't even gay) then Josh took over the conversation. (Criticism for the queerphobia goes to the writers, not Maddie as a character, but even if her joke had been politically correct it seems a little dismissive.)

When Buck entered Hen's house after spending hours doing yard work for her he was told to to return the next morning for more chores (I'm okay with Hen's teasing here, she was entitled after everyone forgot her birthday), but Buck was then also sent home without explanation while four of his closest friends ate dinner together?

Buck and Christopher haven't really mentioned each other the entire season. Season 6 depicted them as incredibly close and in season 7 Buck had two very important conversations with Christopher, once about Chris respecting his girlfriend(s) which turned into a conversation about Shannon and once about the Doppelgänger mess. Buck is arguably the adult Christopher trusts the most outside of Eddie himself. How is this not even mentioned?

When Buck and Tommy hooked up in episode 11 Maddie didn't take that seriously either. She double checked whether Buck had feelings for Eddie or not, but wasn't even considering the possibility that Buck was still thinking about Tommy. She naturally assumed that the "he" Buck said he should call was Eddie.

Maddie also gives Buck this lovely "learn to be alone" advice which could be read as genuinely kind, possibly good advice (like "don't make a bigger mess out of this thing with Tommy than it already is if you aren't sure about your feelings"), but it also seems kind of cruel when it's said in so few words to somebody with major abandonment issues who is already feeling lonely and has recently been left behind by his boyfriend and his best friend.

Now we have the gender reveal event that Buck wasn't a part of.

All of it gives very strong "not everything is about you, Buck" vibes, but in the worst possible way. Instead of an arc that's actually about positive character development it seems like they're distancing Buck from every member of his found family. It doesn't come across as Buck being overly emotional or childish, it comes across as the other characters not caring about Buck. It also doesn't make Buck look just lonely (as in everybody has that one person who's theirs and Buck doesn't) (if it was that I'd say, oh they're finally giving him an endgame love interest), it really looks like he's not taken seriously by his friends.

For a lot of the things I listed there are simple explanations, but those only work if we are given those explanations. Of course it's possible that Buck didn't want to stick around for dinner with Henren and Bathena after getting tired and all sweaty and dirty from said chores, but then say that instead of just sending Buck away with a tupperware. Give Eddie a line about how he was being selfish too or that he didn't want to think about losing Buck and everything he built for himself in LA. Give at least one of Buck's friends a line where they ask Buck about the break-up when after weeks and weeks he's still baking with no end in sight. Let Maddie say "figure out what you want by yourself by concentrating on yourself before you make a rushed decision" instead of "I know you're feeling really lonely, but just deal with it".

Right now we have to work to find a way to interpret these scenes in a way that makes the firefam look like they care about Buck in their everyday lives, the show sure as hell doesn't give us that context. If this isn't intentional then what are those writing decisions?

If it is intentional, especially paired with Buck stepping up as an actual friend/mentor to Ravi this could be the beginning of an arc where he becomes more independent and grows beyond what everybody else sees in him (the talented and kind-hearted, but impulsive and naïve kid).

On top of that Buck hasn't had an actual arc since...? I don't even know. The only thing that has happened to him these past to seasons is he started dating a man and then that relationship gets a little complicated. The other characters had a shit ton of traumatising and bizarre shit happen to them while Buck went on a few dates.

I really don't know what's going on here tbh. But considering that the season only has four more episodes and considering what we know about those episodes.... Where would they even find room for Buck character development?

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MASTERLIST | MORE | Part 1

Pairing: UConn x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Your not officially dating anyone, but she acts like someone's girlfriend every practice. It starts as a joke... until someone catches feelings. Then another. Then another.

GENRE:Flirtation, team chaos, poly tension, slow-burn drama, light comedy

WARNINGS: Mild language, suggestive behavior, light possessiveness, jealousy (playful but real)

Word Count~ 1.2 k

I don’t say a word the next day. Don’t reference the flowers. Don’t mention the kiss. I sit in the locker room like nothing happened, hoodie half-on, leg bouncing, scrolling my phone like I didn’t have the whole team in emotional distress just twenty-four hours ago. Azzi won’t stop glancing over, and the rest of them? Silent. Watching. Waiting. KK’s already squinting like she knows I’m on bullshit. Jana hasn’t even taken off her headphones.

But me? I stretch. I yawn. I stand.

“Where Inês at?” I ask casually, knowing damn well she’s already in the gym.

Azzi’s head snaps up. Nika chokes on her water. Paige mutters, “Wait..what?.”

I don’t wait for commentary.

I stroll into the gym with my usual strut—unbothered, a little cocky, just enough bounce to make a scene without trying. Inês is mid-shot, brow furrowed, locked in. She doesn’t even see me at first. I stand behind her, watching her form, arms crossed, then finally tilt my head.

“Your arc’s better when you don’t overthink it,” I say low, just enough to make her jump slightly. She turns fast, and there it is—that wide-eyed, flustered look she always gives me like she hasn’t figured out how to build immunity yet.

“You scared me,” she breathes, laughing, nervous, adjusting her stance.

“Sorry, princesa,” I grin. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

I step closer, barely in her space but enough. Just to get in her head. Just to see what happens. Her cheeks are already pink, but she holds her ground.

“Why are you always like this?”

“Like what?” I ask, eyes flicking from her mouth to her eyes. “Curious?”

She swallows, hard. She’s trying to act tough, but her hand tightens on the ball.

“You kissed Azzi.”

I smirk. “Did I?”

“She told me.”

“Did she say I meant it?”

Silence.

Then I lean in—slow, easy, same way I did with Azzi—but this time i don’t kiss her. Just act like it. I pull back with a small smirk after seeing her eyes widen. “It’s just flowers. Just a kiss. Means nothing… unless I wanted it to.”

And then I walk off. Again. I can feel the heat of her stare. And somewhere back in the hallway, the whole team is probably watching. But like I said: I didn’t choose anybody.

And I’m not gonna. Because I like women. And I’m having fun.

⸻

I walked into practice like nothing happened. No kiss. No locker room tension. No stolen glances from Azzi that lingered a little too long.

I breezed in, hoodie on, slides dragging, chewing gum like I didn’t leave the locker room yesterday with the entire team on edge and a smirk on my face. KK was already on the floor—early, focused, stretching like she had something to prove. Perfect.

I slid in next to her, dropped a pack of Tru Fru in her lap with zero explanation, and just nodded like it was owed.

She blinked at me, then back at the candy. “What’s this?”

I tilted my head. “You know what it is. I remembered you were mad I didn’t bring you any last week.”

Her face lit up, that little dimple showing as she tried not to act too hype—but KK? She was gone already. She leaned against me like we’d been locked in for months, not whatever weird limbo this actually was. And I let her. Rested my head on her shoulder like I belonged there. Played with the end of her braid while we watched the rest of the team file in.

I didn’t miss Azzi coming in behind them.

Didn’t miss the look she gave me either. The same one she gave those flowers sitting in her room right now. The same look that still held the ghost of yesterday’s kiss.

But I didn’t even flinch. Didn’t look her way. I laughed at something KK said and popped a Tru Fru in her mouth like it was just us in the gym.

Because this? This was a game now. They wanted me to choose—so I said, bet. Let’s see how far y’all wanna take it.

Nika kept staring from across the court. Paige looked like she was trying not to care, but the tight jaw said otherwise. Jana smirked every time I leaned closer to KK, like she knew I was stirring the pot on purpose. Because I was.

Scrimmage started and KK asked if I wanted to run on her team. I said of course, clapped her hand loud in front of everyone, and called her “baby” under my breath just loud enough for Azzi to hear. She stiffened.

Afterward, we all cooled off on the bleachers. KK stretched across the bench, feet in my lap, and I rubbed her calves like she was mine.

Azzi sat a few rows up, quiet, hoodie pulled low, chewing the inside of her cheek.

Paige finally broke the tension.

“So… you pickin’ her now?”

I looked up mid-bite of a protein bar. “Pickin’ who?”

She gestured between me and KK. “You know what I mean.”

I blinked like I was confused. “Ohhh. Y’all thought I was serious?”

KK turned toward me slowly. “Wait… so what is this then?”

I smiled and shrugged. “This is me being friendly.”

That was the moment. The moment the entire team realized I was unserious. Or worse—too serious in the wrong way.

Because I wasn’t choosing. I was watching. Testing. Seeing who cracked first. And they were all cracking.

The kiss with Azzi. The Tru Fru for KK. The lap sits. The hugs. The locker room tension. I’d been affectionate with all of them—but not consistent. Not committal.

Just enough to make each one wonder if they were special.Just enough to keep them in the game. And me?

I was having the time of my life.

———

I flirt. I kiss cheeks, drop pet names, buy snacks, steal hoodies, make girls blush, all that. Never said anything. So when they started catching feelings?

Not my fault. Still… today hit different.

It started at lunch. I had just sat down, headphones on, hoodie up, trying to eat in peace when Paige slid in across from me like she owned the bench. Didn’t even flinch. Just leaned forward, grabbed my drink, and took a long, disrespectful-ass sip. Her eyes never left mine. She wiped her mouth slow and said, “You gon’ stop me?”

I tilted my head. “You bold.”

She grinned. “Nah, I’m just done pretending.”

I chuckled, went back to eating like she wasn’t sitting there with my drink in her hand and her ego on ten. Then KK showed up.

No warning. No words. Just dropped into the seat next to me and slung one leg over mine like it was natural. Like I was her personal recliner. She handed me her Tru Fru like I was supposed to open it—so I did. No shame.

“Say please,” I muttered.

KK laughed and popped one in her mouth. “Say less. You cute when you do what I say.”

She leaned in close, mouth sticky sweet, voice low. “You pickin’ today or nah?”

I looked between the two of them and smiled. “Nah.”

Later, I dipped out early and went to class, just tryna get away. I walked fast. Hoodie up. Low profile. And then Inês popped up beside me like a ghost. She didn’t say shit. Just started walking so close our arms brushed with every step. Then her hand slipped into mine like it was nothing. No eye contact. No question. Just hers.

I slowed. Looked at her.

She met my stare and raised an eyebrow. “Say something.”

I didn’t. I just let her hold it.

Then gym time came around. I was early. Needed space. Music in. Ball in hand. And there’s Jana—already there, already shooting, already wearing my hoodie like she paid for it.

“Hope you don’t mind,” she called, not even turning. “You left it.”

She finally faced me, tugged the collar up, smirking. “I claimed it.”

I laughed. “You really think I care?”

She walked past, bumped my shoulder, and whispered, “I know you don’t. But they do.”

By the time practice ended, I had Paige hovering near my locker, KK waiting with her arms folded by the door, Inês watching me like a hawk from across the room, and Jana? She was on her phone—taking pictures. Of me.

I stretched my arms, cracked my neck, and grabbed my bag like none of them were there. My job wasn’t to choose. My job was to walk out and let them figure out who wanted it more.

They keep pushing. They keep showing up.

They keep claiming space like they forgot who taught them how to take it in the first place. I’m still the problem.

———

It’s getting bad. And I mean bad. I thought I was being chill today—sweatpants, messy bun, no lashes, hoodie damn near swallowing me whole. Just existing. I wasn’t even trying to be cute.

Didn’t matter.

I walked into the gym and Nika was already on one. She was sitting on the scorer’s table, sipping from my water bottle like it was hers, legs crossed, cool as hell. When she saw me, she nodded like, Finally.

“You’re late,” she said, hopping down. “I was about to get mad.”

I raised a brow. “You always mad.”

She grinned. “Only when I miss you.”

Nika slid my water bottle back into my bag like she was tucking in a secret and walked away. I barely made it to half-court before Aubrey snatched my attention. Literally. Homegirl grabbed my wrist mid-warmup and spun me around like she was in a rom-com.

“You really not gonna say hi to me today?” she asked, pout on full display.

I smirked. “I see you. You ain’t hard to miss.”

She let go—slowly—and then winked. “Just making sure you remember who been here.”

Ayanna wasn’t far behind. She didn’t say anything at first. Just bumped me with her hip mid-drill, hard enough to throw me off balance, then laughed when I caught myself. Loud, unbothered, Ayanna.

“Keep playing,” she said, pointing at me with her water bottle. “You gon’ find out.”

I licked my lips and chuckled. “You threatening me or flirting?”

She smiled. “Both.”

Ice? Oh, Ice was different. Real lowkey. Just coolin’ in the corner until I came to grab a towel. She passed it to me without looking, but when our fingers brushed, she locked eyes like she’d been waiting for that one second all day.

“You smell good,” she said.

I blinked. “It’s sweat.”

She shrugged. “Still.”

And then Caroline—Caroline had the nerve to act like she wasn’t pressed. Just leaning against the wall after practice, scrolling her phone, all nonchalant. Until I walked by. Then she reached out and fixed the drawstring on my sweatpants like it was bothering her.

“Loose,” she said. “Had to fix it.”

“Could’ve just told me.”

She smirked. “Didn’t want to ask.”

I walked away that time. Couldn’t even hold in the laugh. This whole team was ridiculous. Nika was texting me about where I was going after practice. Ayanna was playfully mean-mugging across the locker room. Aubrey was already halfway in my hoodie. Ice was watching me like I was art. Caroline? She caught me looking and just raised her brows, like, Yeah?

And then Paige walked in and saw all of them hovering.

Then smiled. Like, Game on.

I slung my bag over my shoulder, blew a kiss toward the room, and said, “Y’all have fun figuring this out.”

————

Ice cut me off in the hallway. “You good?” she asked, eyes soft like she actually cared. “You’ve been quiet.”

“Yeah. That’s the problem,” I said.

I made it to the locker room, hoping to shower in peace. But Nika was already waiting inside, sitting on the bench, drinking out of my water bottle like she owned it. “You mad at me or something?”

I looked at her. Dead in the face. “No, I’m mad at everyone.”

She blinked, confused. But I didn’t stop to explain. Aubrey whistled when I passed her. Ayanna smirked and asked where I was going. Caroline reached out to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear like she hadn’t been giving me attitude for three days straight. KK said I looked tired and offered me Tru Fru like that was gonna fix it.

And that’s when I snapped. I dropped my bag so hard the strap popped.

“Back. Off. All of you.”

The room went still.

“No more flirting. No more touching. No more stupid ‘where you going’ texts or sitting on my lap like I’m Santa. I’m not your emotional support dom. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not even your friend right now. I came here to play. You wanna make out, go do it with each other.”

They looked stunned. Genuinely. Nika opened her mouth to say something and I shut it down with a look.

“I’m not picking. Because I never wanted to play. You started the game. I just let it happen. But it ends now.” I walked out.

Didn’t even change. Just marched straight to Geno’s office in my damn slides and hoodie, heart racing. Knocked once. Walked in.

He looked up from whatever play sheet he was studying and raised an eyebrow. “You look like hell.”

“Yeah? It’s your team’s fault.”

He leaned back in his chair. “Talk.”

So I did. Told him everything. The flirting, the drama, the distractions, the way every time I blink, someone’s trying to get my attention. I didn’t snitch on names—I wasn’t messy. Just facts. I told him I couldn’t breathe without one of them trying to steal it.

Geno listened, nodded once, and then said, “So fix it.”

I blinked. “I just did.”

He chuckled, low and dry. “No—you vented. Fixing it means if they don’t listen, I bench them.”

I stared at him. He stared right back.

“Let me know who needs to sit,” he said. “I’ll take the heat.”