#i just like the way my words go together and that's all that rly matters u feel me. i don't have to be good i just gotta enjoy my own vibes

[muntadhir]

crying about vile geppetto at 3am

this is from an RP because I am incapable of sharing fic wips for some reason

It would be a simple thing to mumble more of his apologies, but somehow they feel distant, raw. As if he is at the opera house — crumbling now, thanks to him — and he is watching a play about himself. The structure of the play is terrible, the dialogue, the acting, but most of all the character of Giuseppe Geppetto is vile, contemptible. Who in the audience might relate to such a man? No one, he thinks. No one. "You needn't accept my apology. I would never expect such." And still he can't help but feel he is living on borrowed time. Even if his puppet — his son — keeps his secrets, it's only a matter of time before someone pries too deeply into the origins of the Frenzy, and what then? How tall might his tower of lies grow before it collapses beneath his feet? Giuseppe touches his son's shoulder: greedily, he thinks, but he lets himself imagine they both need this. "If anything, I hope that you don't accept my pathetic excuse for an apology. At least not publicly. Then" — when the truth comes to light for the survivors of Krat, he doesn't say, with all the implications such entails — "you can claim ignorance, and you will not share in my stain."

[puppym3]

Hello! I believe suggestions are open right now so I was hoping you could perhaps write something about Hyunjin as your bf/husband and him preparing for a fashion week trip maybe fluff but smut is great too! Thank you~

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༉‧₊˚. hyunjin x reader

wc: 1k

warnings: none rly, just really just fluffy cuteness, fluff, fluff, kissing, fluff

a/n: thank you anon i love writing for hyunjin, idk what it is ab it that i just want to write the fluffiest things possible for him. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT!! <3 ilysm sm sm

let me know if u want to be added to the taglist!

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The soft hum of the air conditioner fills the room as you lie on the bed, watching Hyunjin pack his suitcase for fashion week. His brow furrows in concentration, a sight you find both endearing and amusing. Clothes are strewn across the room, evidence of his meticulous yet chaotic packing style.

“Are you sure you need all of this?” you tease, propping yourself up on your elbows.

He looks over at you, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm only going to be gone for a few days, but there are so many events. I have to make sure I have everything I need, especially since you're not going with me."

His words sting. Of course, you wish you could be there with him, but your schedules just didn’t line up. You sigh, knowing he doesn’t mean to hurt you. He’s simply focused on his schedule, and he’s right. He can’t take you with him, no matter how much he might want to.

You’re both quiet as he continues to fold clothes, carefully placing them in his suitcase. You watch as his hands delicately place each piece of clothing, his fingers brushing against the fabrics. He’s so focused, his brow furrowed and his lips slightly parted.

“You’re so handsome,” you murmur. “I’m going to miss you.”

He glances up at you, his eyes softening. He crosses the room, sitting down next to you on the bed. His hand reaches out, gently caressing your cheek. "I'm going to miss you, too." He smiles, his eyes full of adoration. "But I'll be back before you know it, and then we can spend some quality time together."

You lean into his touch, your heart fluttering at his words. He presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. "I love you," he whispers.

"I love you, too."

He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you tightly. His kisses become more insistent, moving from your forehead to your cheeks, and then to your lips. Each kiss feels like a promise, a reassurance that his feelings for you are unwavering.

“I’m going to miss your smile,” he murmurs between kisses. “And your laugh.”

You giggle softly, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin. “I’ll miss how you always make me feel better.”

Hyunjin’s eyes sparkle with affection as he nuzzles his nose against yours. “I’ll miss waking up next to you,” he says softly. “And the way you make my coffee just the way I like it.”

You smile, your heart swelling with love. “I’ll miss how you sing in the shower and your random dance moves.”

He chuckles, his fingers gently tracing your jawline. “I’ll miss holding you like this,” he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. “But I promise I’ll think of you every moment we’re apart.”

You close your eyes, savoring the feeling of being so close to him. “I’ll be counting down the days until you’re back,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Hyunjin kisses you again, his lips soft and tender against yours. “You’re my everything,” he murmurs. “And I’ll come back to you as soon as I can.”

You tighten your arms around him, holding him close as if you never want to let go. “I’ll be waiting,” you promise.

For a while, you just hold each other, savoring the warmth and comfort of being together. Hyunjin’s fingers stroke your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. You can feel the love and tenderness in every movement, every kiss.

Eventually, he pulls back slightly, his eyes meeting yours.

The warmth of his hand is replaced by a cool breeze as he pulls away, returning to his packing. You watch him for a moment longer before laying back down, letting the sound of his movements lull you to sleep.

When you wake, the room is dark, and Hyunjin is gone. His suitcase is zipped and sitting next to the door. You get out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Hyunjin?" you call out, your voice echoing in the empty apartment.

There’s no response.

You wander into the kitchen, hoping to find a note, but there’s nothing. You’re about to call him when you notice a light in the living room. You let out a sigh of relief, happy that he isn’t gone yet. "Hyunjin?"

He’s standing by the window, looking out at the city below. The glow of the lights reflects off his face, illuminating his features. He turns to you, his expression unreadable.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, moving closer to him.

“Nothing,” he replies, his voice low. “I’m just going to miss you.”

You wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. His arms envelop you, his warmth seeping into your body. "It’s only for a few days," you murmur.

He rests his chin on the top of your head, letting out a soft sigh. "A few days too long," he pouts.

You chuckle, pulling back slightly to look up at him. "Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting for you."

"Promise you’ll be right at the door when I’m back?" he asks, a more serious look on his face.

"Like a puppy," you respond with a small laugh.

Hyunjin smiles, the tension leaving his body. "Alright," he sighs. "I guess I better get going then. My manager is blowing my phone up."

You nod, your heart aching at the thought of him leaving. "I’ll text you when I land," he promises, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Be safe," you murmur.

He holds you close one last time, his breath warm against your skin. "I’ll be back soon," he says, his voice filled with emotion. He pulls away, giving you one last lingering look before grabbing his suitcase and heading towards the door.

As he leaves, you can’t help but feel a pang of loneliness. The apartment feels emptier without him, but you know it’s only temporary. You walk over to the window, watching as he gets into the car waiting outside. He waves at you, and you wave back, blowing him a kiss.

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taglist for my beauties : @loverbangchan, @reignessance, @imperfectlyperfectprincess1, @armystay89, @ihrtlix, @jiyeonslays, @lovestaysblogs, @jeyelleohe, @celebration88

[givemequeen]

thats all that matters: anakin x reader

request:hi. could you please do a anakin x reader fic where ani comes back from a long mission and they have a little fluffy reunion and they missed each other a lot a/n: ive been waiting for this one! turn it up! (ps. this is acc an extract from a fic ive been working on. hopefully i can turn it into a long fic. lmk if you guys would wanna see that) word count: 437 (rly short)

“Ani?” you called out to the darkness, your voice low and unsure. You were stood under a  fluorescent Felucian fern; its large size provided you some cover from any wandering Jedi. Not that you needed it; hardly anyone visited the Temple’s gardens on the top floor, and ever since the start of the Clone Wars, fewer and fewer Jedi came to visit the mystical gardens.

“Yeah, its me.” you could tell he was smiling even before he stepped around a cluster of mushrooms you were pretty sure originate from Endor, you could hear his smile in his voice.

As soon as you saw him, you broke into a run and leaped into his open arms, almost toppling him over. In that moment, you completely forgot you were in the Jedi temple, it was just you and him. No sneaking around, no secrecy, just your love for each other.

He pressed his face against your shoulder and tightly hugged you, his arms wrapped around your torso. His familiar scent enveloped you like a warm hug as you nestled your face in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you so much, Ani," you said, pulling away slightly to get a good look at his face. He kept his arms around you, pressing your bodies together, and his face broke into a warm smile, the type of smile that could light up an entire room and was extremely contagious.

“I missed you more, my love.” he leaned in to kiss you; he tasted nice. 

“You had been gone for so long.” you pouted. “And we couldn’t even talk!”

Anakin’s latest mission had been hard on you both. He had been sent to Kessel on a no-comms mission to gather intel on some Separatist plot. But that didn’t matter anymore, all that mattered was now. His arms around you, his lips against yours. You didn’t know how you were going to say goodbye to him again.

“I’m sorry.” he always apologised, even though it wasn’t his fault. “You know how things are…” he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and smiled down at you. “But let's forget about that, okay?”

You nodded and, standing on your tip-toes, gave him a quick kiss. You could feel that gorgeous smile of his against your own as you kissed.

Anakin pulled you tight against him once more, desperate to feel you close to him. You could feel the way his heart rapidly beat against your chest. His warmth was nearly overwhelming, but not quite.

"We're here now, together." he kissed the top of your head. "And thats all that matters."

[hyunsvngs]

You want to talk about jeongin that's one of my favourite subjects, I was the anon that was asking if you did requests because jeongin takes over my mind 24/7 so I'll share it here 😌

Recently I can't stop thinking about no matter what the boys are always going to look at jeongin like he's a baby but what of he gets a partner and he doesn't talk about what they do together, I feel like he's kinda private about that stuff at the beginning but certain things would happen or he'd do things not really thinking it's a big deal but the rest of the members brains are running a hundred miles a minute because no way there baby just did that like for example let's say there on tour and there picking up souvenirs for family and friends and jeongin see's sex chocolate and him and his partner have talk about trying it together and he hasn't seen them in months thinks it'd be a nice gift for when he gets back and he moves on and keeps looking at things but the members that are around him are mortified they can't believe he was so casual about it

Another situation I think about let's say there ordering food there just having a night in after there hectic schedules and jeongin offer's to pay for the food they don't complain it's free food so he pulls out his wallet to order the food with it but while doing so polaroid's fall out of it of him doing back shots some are his partner all fucked out with his cum on there chest maybe some degrading words are written across there body and he just picks it up and laughs a little and just says "sorry your weren't supposed to see that😊" and just continues to put the order in

A thing I think would really make it hit the members would be of they heard him have sex I don't think jeongin would purposely have it happen maybe he asks if he can just have the dorm for the night because he wants to have his partner in his space instead and the members understand and agree to spend the night at the other boy's dorm, later on into the evening one of them forget something dont think anything of it and head back to pick it up maybe even drop by a little convenient store to get some sweets to say sorry for intruding in on there little date, they punch the code into the keypad and right as they open the door there feet haven't even made it into the dorm yet and they just here jeongin fucking his partner within an inch of there life they can here him talk them through it, what he's gonna do if they dont start listening to him and the boys are devastated 😭 there baby how could he be doing all this and then pretending like nothing has changed, they definitely turn there asses around not even remembering what they even went back for and the walk to the other dorm was dead silent nobody wants to talk about it they couldn't even eat the sweet they bought

After this all happens Chan will try give him the birds and the bees talk and jeongin looks at him like 'bro it's a bit late for that😬'

That's all I've got for now but if I think of anything else I'll be sure to share it here 😌

I RLY LOVE THIS ACTUALLY LMFAOOOOO LIKE JEONGIN BEING SECRETIVE BUT ALSO… SO CASUAL ANOUT IT? I THINK THATS SOOO HIM

[wilders-girl]

Lifeline

Matthew Murdock x Gn! Reader

Angst, hurt (no comfort), one-sided but not rly, real shit :'(

Mentions of relationship and mental health struggles, mild cursing, unhealthy coping mechanisms, possible violence mentions

906 words (short one, sorry guys)

Wrote this like, a year or two ago, fw the idea so heavy I edited and revised it for 3 nights 🔥 shout-out to the 3 Matt murdock fans left 🗣 please enjoy 🩷

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He wasn’t just hurt this time, he was sick.

The one thing worse than having a beaten body was being beaten up on the inside, too.

“I’m fine, really. You don’t have to go through all this work.” Matt sniffled.

All I could do was sigh and shake my head, continuing to whisk the rice to make the porridge come together quicker.

“It’s ready.” I spoke after tasting the seasoning.

I brought the bowl over to his crumpled body that lay on the couch.

“If you stay here, you’ll get sick too.” Matt complained.

“Yeah, but if I don’t, then you’ll go out and fight again.

“I’m just trying to help this city.”

“At your own expense?” My brows furrowed in frustration. “If you die, no one will be here to save this city. What then, Matt? When will it end?”

He sighed, coughing. I wasn't going to get through to him in this state.

“Eat.” I handed him the bowl.

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We’d been friends for a while now, Matt and I. We met through Foggy. I was friends with Foggy because we both had the same class, and then Junior year, all three of us had the same classes. I always had a slight crush on Matt, but nothing ever came of it due in part to my cowardice and Matt's popularity with women. Foggy tried to get us together multiple times, bless his heart. It never seemed to work out, though. Especially after Elektra. I couldn't find it in me to hate her, but I did think she changed Matt for the worse. Who knows, though. Maybe he'd always been that way; self-sabotaging, conflicted, and broken.

Now, Matt lives in the same apartment complex as me. Law school didn’t end up working out for me, but I see him almost daily anyway. I found out his “little” secret shortly after he told Foggy, apparently. After some arguing about why the hell he'd do this to himself, he finally agreed to let me take care of him when he was hurt as a compromise.

“How is it?” I asked softly.

“It’s good.” He responded plainly. “Is there chicken in here?”

“Yep. It’s good for sick people, you know.”

“Thanks.” He smiled at me.

I knew he appreciated the things I did, whether he liked to admit it or not. He needed someone, and I was there for him. I wanted to be there for him in all the ways he needed, but I knew he wouldn’t want me like how I wanted him.

The thought had me staring out the window with an empty look on my face.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, slurping the rest of the porridge down.

There was no use lying to him.

“I’m overthinking.” I looked out the window at the rain again.

“About what?” He sniffed.

“It’s not important.” I replied, walking away to get a box of tissues for him.

He could never know how much I care about him.

I walked back, put the box on the table and sighed.

“I’m gonna go. If you need anything, just call. I’ll be there.”

“Because no matter what you do, I’ll still love you,” is what I wanted to say.

I grabbed my hoodie off the couch he sat on and turned to leave.

“Wait,” He called out as I was about to turn the doorknob. “Please. I want to know. I want to help you.”

“You can’t do that, Matt. You wouldn't understand. Plus, I’m here to help you, not the other way around.”

There was a suffocating silence for a couple seconds.

“Then help me understand. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I think you already know.” I shook my head. “You and I both know it’ll never work out. I can’t be part of your world.”

“You don’t know that.” He mumbled.

“Yeah,” I nodded, tears pooling in my eyes. “I do.”

I gestured to his pathetic form on the couch. His skin littered with cuts, bruises, deeper gashes and welts; his breathing labored and ragged from illness.

“I think I know better than anyone else, Matt.”

He looked at me with despair in his sightless eyes.

I couldn’t bear to look any longer. Even if he wanted me, even if we tried to make things work, I knew it wouldn't end up well for one or either of us. He was the kind of man who didn't get a happy ending.

“Call if you need me.” I turned the rusty handle and left him.

I didn’t want a big white wedding, 3 kids and a white-picket fence life. I just wanted some stability. I wanted love– real love– love that lasted. The possibility of Matt dying any night he went out took that away, and it didn’t take long for me to figure out that it could happen any time.

The walk to my apartment was mindless. As I locked the door behind me, all I could do was let the tears fall. Maybe I’d go to Josie’s, take my chances at finding some piece of shit there, or let my mother find me a man to marry. Maybe finding love just wasn’t an option for me.

I walked to my bedroom and crawled into bed to try to sleep it away. At around 3:00 a.m. I got a text from Matt’s number.

“Can you come by? Bring gauze”

I guess he went out anyway.

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A/N: yall reading and writing this made me sad 😭 I wanted to write about the more realistic and depressing side of being with Matt, since I mostly like to imagine life is just peachy w him... Basically a slap to my own face and yalls too ig 💀

[blackdollette]

if ur requests r still open and u rnt overwhelmed AND if youre okay with what im abt to request...

heres a thought. euronymous and like opposite style innocent reader (mb i love dark guys and innocent bimbo-y girlfriends)

so theyve had sex before obvi. and typically she just lays there and is disinterested because frankly.... he has a little fear of breaking her and shes like "this isnt enough for me :((" so one day she just looks up at euro like "smack me." and it shocks him ! and when he does it opens a door for both of them. they like impact play 🤷‍♀️ and sprinkle a little bit of euro breeding kink but not rly breeding just more like "im cumming in u coz ur mine and i want everyone to know it when your bellys full and round" not rly like "i want u to have my babies" coz i think he wouldnt like babies.

mb that was a bit tm ranting woopsies

i love opposites attract type of stuff, im obsessed!!

"he dyes his hair black, i dye mine platinum blonde" | euronymous

me & my boyfriend. - lana del rey

p.s. this story has nothing to do with oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.

bimbo!female!reader x euronymous

contents: spanking, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie

you two were as different as could be. you were like day and night. he went around trying to instill fear into the souls of all who made the mistake of looking in his direction. and you always looked like a child's doll, the way you were always dolled up making you extremely pleasing to the eye.

you never showed any interest in the dark and evil stuff that euronymous invested all his time into. you revolved your life around looking good and geting everything you wanted, giving the impression that you were soft and fragile.

that's why euronymous always tried to be as gentle with you as possible when it came to sex. he would go painfully slowly, always asking if he should stop. you had always appreciated him being so kind to you, but you couldnt help but yearn for something more than all that.

so the night you asked him to completely have his way with you, he was completely taken by surprised. "a-are you sure? i wouldnt wanna hurt you or anything, y'know." you continued to insist, but he kept on resisting. this went on for a while before you snapped and decided to take matters into your own hands.

without any further communication, you took off your miniskirt and tight shirt, throwing them to the side. you sat on the bed, only in your hot pink thong and matching bra. he attempted to speak, but his words got caught in his throat as his eyes wandered down your beautiful body. no matter how many times he saw you like this, his reaction would never change.

you turned around and stuck your head into a pillow, putting your ass in the air. "spank me." your voice was slightly muffled, but he heard you loud and clear. he hesitated, but seeing that you were actually serious made him want it almost as badly as you did.

you got behind you, his hands on your hips, gently rubbing your soft skin before he raised his hand and laid the first slap. you winced in pain, but you kept yourself together. you heard euronymous chuckle, and you knew that it was about to get a lot worse. finally, your fantasies were being fulfilled.

he lands another hard slap on your ass, this on stinging even more, making you whimper enough for him to hear. it sounded like music to his ears. he continued to spank you, each slap getting more and more painful. you could tell that he was enjoying this. this was something that he'd been dreaming of for a long time.

your hips got a little sore from keeping them up for so long, so you lowered them a little. euronymous started to unbuckle his belt, throwing it to the side. he slapped your ass once more. "ass up, whore." he said, his voice lower than usual.

you whined as you stuck your hips back into the air. euronymous undid his pants and pulled out his already hard cock out. he ripped your thong off of you, your little pussy aching to be fucked. he smiled at the sight, thinking of all the things that he was going to do to you.

he rubbed your slit gently with his thumb before stuffing you with his cock. you let out a loud, slutty moan. euronymous had never heard anything like it before considering how gentle he always was with you.

he wasted no time quickly thrusting into you, his hips coming into contact with yours making a loud slapping sound each time. you started falling apart instantly. you had never felt this way before. he was being so rough and wreckless with you, but you loved it.

your moans got louder and louder, along with the sounds of euronymous slapping your ass. he fucked you at an inhumanly fast pace, finally letting out all these years of sexual tension. he had always fantasized about being able to destroy your insides and make you go completely dumb on his cock.

he kept a firm grip on your hips as he pounded into your sore little pussy, whispering things that couldnt be heard underneath the sound of your moans and whimpers. you felt you pussy tightening around his cock, signalling your orgasm coming.

his groans became more audible as he felt you getting tigther around him. he wanted to make you cum harder than you ever have before. he reached a hand forward and started rubbing fast circles on your throbbing clit, sending you over the edge.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came all over his cock, which was still pounding into you at lightning speed. you felt your vision going blurry as he started to overstimulate you. you sobbed as you started cumming even harder, making his cock throb inside of you.

he started speaking to you in between strained groans. "a-ah... gonna fuck my cum into you... gonna fill you up real good..." you felt your body completely surrendering to him as you felt a second orgasm about to him.

with the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, he started releasing his hot cum into you, making you feel so warm and full. his nails dug into your skin as he reached hit orgasm, throwing his head back as he continued to fuck you. he kept going until you were leaking his and your cum.

he finally pulled out of your sore little cunt, flipping you over so he could see you. your mascara was completely ruined, your lipgloss was smudged, and your cheeks were flushed, making you look like a total mess.

euronymous grinned before giving you a kiss on the forehead. "such a pretty girl... i think i like your makeup better this way." you rolled your eyes. euronymous spread you legs and sat himself right infront of your pussy.

he used his fingers to spread your lips so he could watch all the cum drip out of you. needless to say, sex got a lot more entertaining from then on.

author's note: so sorry this took a while to come out, i can procrastinate for the olympic i swear. im working on another request rn dont worry yall :))

[gay-dorito-dust]

could you do a fiction where at the start Enid thought wednesday x fem yn were rly cute and affectionate but she's getting sick if this weelijg and them being all over each other every class lunch and after skwl

Enid adored you and Wednesday, very much. So when you admitted to her that you were finally dating; the werewolf almost brought all of Ophelia Hall down with just her screams alone because of how ecstatic she was that you finally gotten together after some not so subtle pining from either side. She had to fight back her squeals of adoration whenever she caught you hugging Wednesday from behind as she worked on her novel or when Wednesday would link pinkies with you whilst walking you back to your dorm just before curfew.

It was too sweet for Enid, she swore that the next time she visited a dentist -on behest of her own accord- they would have to construct her an entirely new set of teeth from how corrosively sweet your relationship was. However every person with a sweet tooth has a limitation on how much they can intake before growing sickly. For Enid, this came when you and Wednesday became overly affectionate no matter where you went.

When it began getting colder you and Wednesday decided to go to Weathervane for coffee but Enid also had the bright idea of going there also. So when she stepped into the only coffee shop in Jericho, she found the pair of you tucked away in a booth nearest to the window but far enough from prying eyes; Your head was resting on Wednesday’s shoulder and she had rested hers atop of yours as you people watch together. The affection you displayed was more of the subtle kind rather then the ‘in your face’ kind -which Enid appreciated greatly- but it was still affection being displayed.

The next time this happened was in botany class with Mrs ThornHill. Enid was sat with the likes of Yoko and Divina when she caught sight of Wednesday practically leaning over your shoulder as you copied down her notes, pointing out how you could word your sentences differently so that you wouldn’t get called in for detention. Again it wasn’t so blatant that everyone would catch onto but still! Wednesday never let her copy out of her notebook like ever so in Enid’s case, this was one of Wednesday’s ways of showing that she cared for you.

She couldn’t seem to bring herself to tear her eyes away as you gingerly pressed a quick kiss to the girls cheek in gratitude as you turned away to reconstruct your notes, not noticing the small smile that blossomed on Wednesday’s face before it returned to it’s neutrality. Enid almost had gotten in trouble that day had not it been for Yoko nudging her in the side once she took noticed that Mrs Thronhill was about to look in her friend’s direction. “What’s bugging you so much Enid?” The vampire asked once class was out. Enid sighed, flashing her friend a false smile, not wanting to drag her into her feelings of pettiness towards her friends happiness. “Nothing.”

Her breaking point was when she walked in on you and Wednesday cuddled up tightly on her bed, reading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein together in tandem. Wednesday was pressed up against the headboard whilst you were propped up against her chest, burying yourself into one of Wednesday’s sweaters that you’ve stolen ‘borrowed’. “This is my favourite part of the story. When Victor Frankenstein’s monster throws that little girl in the pond.” Wednesday told you as though you were watching the movie adaptation instead of reading it’s literary counterpart.

“It’s my favourite part too.” You whispered back, pressing a kiss to one of Wednesday’s hands that was hold the book in front of you both. That’s when Enid exploded. “Okay! We get it your both happy! Can you guys like not be all cutesy within my peripheral vision for FIVE SECONDS? I still have your coffee date engraved into my retinas!” You and Wednesday looked at the blonde before looking at each other to then looking back at Enid. “Why were you watching us in the first place?” Wednesday asked with hostility. “Do you lack common decorum now also?”

You calmed your girlfriend down by rubbing the skin of her arms with your hands as you addressed Enid. “All couples show affection for one another Enid, I’m sorry you feel that way but me and it shouldn’t come as a surprise that me and Wednesday would start displaying care for one another. It kinda comes with being in a relationship.” You shrugged before your gasped, causing Wednesday to drop the book and place her hands on your shoulders, worried. “Don’t you have that thing with Ajax right now?” You asked the werewolf who had completely forgotten all about her date with the Gorgon as her eyes widened in realisation.

“Oh crap baskets!” She cried as she rushed around the dorm but before she left she pointed at the pair of you with a pout. “This conversation isn’t over.”

[cyberpxnk]

until the moon and stars fall | jeong yunho

♡ pairing: yunho x chubby!reader ♡ chapters: 1 out of 1 ♡ word count: 2.3k ♡ genre: nonidol! au, comfort/hurt, fluff, established relationship

♡ synopsis: your bad day at work takes a turn for the worse but despite it all, jeong yunho never fails to be there for you.

♡ warnings/tags: chubby!reader, no gendered terms for reader, a lil self indulgent, cussing, body/fat shaming, mentions of body image, bullying, minor kissing, maybe a lil cliche but bear w/ me

♡ author’s note:  this one is for all my chubby babes and customer service workers !! i've never rly written comfort before..,,.. so i hope it's like... ok for y'all :sweating_emoji: maybe i was a lil self indulgent on this one, but i hope u all enjoy it !!

The big fat zero in your face taunted you, reminding you of the awful day you have to endure for another hour. It wasn't often that you received no tip for your services, but the gods really rained down on you today, offering little sympathy.

Being a restaurant worker was tough shit, just as every other food industry and customer service job was. You hate it, really, but it was good money for a broke college student like yourself. 

Between classes, there were days you managed to muster up your feigned smile of politeness to customers, serving them while dealing with their all too present bullshit attitude. Of course, not all your patrons were so unlovely but today... Man.

Two hours in and you're ready to rip off your apron and book it home. You're not sure what's going on with you, but clearly nothing good. Already having spilled several drinks and messing up an order, you know it's not your day.

Even the zero tip didn't surprise you at this point. What did matter is that you had to make it through the rest of your ungodly shift and just get the hell out of there. Maybe you would look for a new job or something, anything to sate your present worries. 

What seemed worst of all was the ceaseless teasing that came from your coworker. She's the new girl, having barely worked with you, yet she was pompous and held herself with an air of arrogance as if you were someone of lowly status and she, royalty. 

Unlike yourself, she radiated haughtiness and garnered attention from all types of people. You're not sure why she even worked as a server, but you suppose her pretty looks helped her out quite a bit. If not for her atrocious attitude hidden beneath her sickening saccharine smile, perhaps you would be swayed too. 

"Didn't get tipped, porky? Serves you right for messing up so much today." 

Yeah, there it was. Cliche beautiful and slender girl poking fun at her less than fortunate chubby coworker. Let's get one thing straight though, you don't hate yourself or your body. But her? That's a different story. Well, she certainly made it a little harder not to be self conscious, even if you tried your best on most days. 

"Mhm," is all you manage back to her, lips pulled tight in a grimace as you continue to go about your work. Dealing with her was just another thing upon the pile of shit you didn’t have the energy for. 

And you don’t particularly enjoy being reminded of how your uniform stretched uncomfortably over your larger frame or how your thick thighs often chafed together, holes forming in the fabric between your legs, which resulted in you buying way too many new pairs of work pants. Ugh. 

Your coworker did enough complaining for the both of you, oftentimes taking a tone of mockery. On more than one occasion, you could recall her poking at your stomach in disgust before asking something along the lines of, "how do you even fit in the uniform? Did you have to order those rags off a plus size website?" 

Yeah, in fact you did but that's irrelevant! You wonder when a grown woman like herself would get tired of teasing you, but it's been months and she's still going strong. 

You can deal with it. You hope. Just one more hour, just one more hour — one more hellish hour and maybe you'll quit. 

Another fifty minutes of waiting tables and withholding your anger, you know you're at the homestretch. As you balance a tray of dirty dishes, you mosey your way over to the back when you suddenly find yourself stumbling, barely catching how your coworker stuck her foot out before you. 

No, no, no! What the hell kind of movie-esque moment was this? Surely enough, you trip over her leg and crumple to the ground, food and plates scattering messily along the floor. 

The sound of her obnoxious laughter fills the air, growing louder in volume as she cackles, throwing her head back in a fit of malevolent glee. 

"Oh my god! Can you do anything right, fatso?" 

A rush of emotions and you're on your feet, wiping away some of the food remnants from your uniform. Hot anger is flooding through you and you're visibly seething. 

"What is your issue, bitch?" You've held your tongue for too long and your eyes are welling up with tears, though you're unsure if it's from the unbridled rage or the overwhelming flood of negative feelings you're experiencing. 

"Your fat ass is my issue! I hate seeing you at work. Nobody wants you here. Even the customers don't tip you because they lose their appetite after they see they're being waited on by a whale!" 

The silence that falls over the restaurant is unsettling, tension palpable as nobody utters a word, hers still ringing in your ears. Even your manager who peers from behind the kitchen keeps quiet, unsure of how to handle the escalating situation. 

Not that they were very helpful anyway, always allowing your coworker to have her way — insisting that she was just "joking" and that she didn't mean any harm. Ha, pretty privilege. 

It was fine though. You had enough. This was the last straw and you would be sure to show them that you wouldn't take her shit any longer. You didn't deserve it. 

In your flurry of emotions, what you fail to see is your boyfriend hovering near the front door. Clutched in his hands, he holds a paper cup filled with a latte and the other is a crumpled paper baggie with your favorite pastry. 

Jeong Yunho was truly the epitome of sweet. Even after his long shifts as a barista, he never failed to make time for you. It was different today though. Something in the winds whispered to him that day, the energy unnerving as his stomach churned nervously during the last few hours on the clock. 

Not wanting to ignore the feeling, he was determined to see you. If whatever gods or deities were compelling him to check up on his partner today, then that's just what he would do. 

What he didn't expect to find was his said lover covered in slop, hair astray and tears threatening to fall from your eyes. If not for the last semblance of his senses steadying him, he would have stomped over in a fit of fury. 

Yunho nearly did though, hands just barely unclenching the items he held. The scene unfolding before him... he should have stopped it, yet he couldn't will himself. The determined look in your eyes advised him otherwise.

It was clear that you had snapped. Despite your current state of disarray, you held up your head high and pressed your pointer finger to your coworker's chest, practically spitting out your next words, venom dripping with each syllable. 

"You must get some sick sense of pleasure tearing other people down," you stepped forward and she stumbled back, eyes wide with bewilderment, "you're projecting pretty hard."

"Excuse m-" you interrupted her, moving another stride forward until she was cornered to the wall. 

"You must hate yourself so much that you need to resort to shitty high school bullying tactics to feel better about yourself. I feel sorry for you." 

Watching as you defend yourself, Yunho feels his chest swell with pride yet it pained him knowing you had been handling this problem all alone and he didn't know for how long. Several times in passing, you had mentioned your troublesome colleague to him but he never realized how awful to an extent it was.

"I'm done here, honestly. I'm sick of your attitude and I'm sick of management's negligence." You untie your apron and toss it at her face, watching as she fumbles slightly whilst trying to catch the fabric.

She sputters in response, her face twisting with rage as she points an accusing finger to you. 

"Even if you leave here, you'll never be liked and loved. Not with that disgusting body of yours. Do us all a favor and hit the gym after you're gone."

It is Yunho's turn to intervene as he steps closer to you all, protectively hooking one arm around your side. The gifts he previously held were long forgotten, abandoned at some table in favor of defending you. 

His entrance seems to startle everyone, including yourself as you jump slightly before you reach over, curling into the familiarity of his hold. The man squeezes you once, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You don't know how long he's been standing there, but you can see his gaze narrowed in a sharp glare. There's a fire alight in his eyes, wisps of anger that you rarely find on your gentle boyfriend's features. The heart shaped lips you're so used to seeing upturned are pulled taut in a line, displeasure clear upon his face. 

"You're wrong. It's you who will never feel true love. Not with that nasty, ugly heart of yours." There's a sharp edge to his voice, steely and void of any remorse. You know he wants to say more with how his jaw clenches yet he turns you both around with haste and leads you toward the exit without another sound.

As you both walk out in silence, his hold drops from your waist and his hand is reaching for yours, fingers intertwining with a gentle weave. It's only seconds later before he's helping you into his car, buckling you in before he gets in the opposite side and begins driving home.

No words are exchanged, a quiet stillness in the air. Though he has one hand on the wheel, the other still grips yours as you idly play with his fingers. You try to distract yourself from the earlier events, tracing gentle shapes along his knuckles. 

It's only until you're back within the safety of your shared home do the tears you've withheld finally drip down your cheeks. You sniffle once and then twice before you're sobbing. 

Yunho's arms around you are immediate, holding you against his frame as he gently rocks you within the security of his protective embrace.

His soft whispers of reassurance and comfort fill your ears as you soak through his shirt with your tears. He clutches you tighter, never letting go even as your cries begin to wane.  Minutes pass, and you're unsure of how long you're standing there before you sniffle quietly and reluctantly pull yourself from his chest.

When you finally look to meet his eyes, your breath catches in your throat. Yunho looks at you painstakingly, his gaze so tender that you practically melt in his arms. Your lip quivers at the sight.

"I love you," he whispers so faintly that you barely hear him. The warmth of his affections flood you, shaking your very heart to the core. Though he need not say more than those three things, he relents. 

"You're everything to me..." He speaks breathlessly, his lips repeatedly finding yours between sweet and inaudible murmurs. You're sinking into his touch, blinking back the wetness in your eyes as his loving touches ghost along the soft curves of your body.  

"Your size doesn't matter and it will never dictate how you should be loved. It doesn't make you any less attractive, any less desirable, any less lovable, any less you." 

The tears begin to form in your eyes again, and you're unable to stop the steady stream of waterworks as your heart trembles from his admission. Your hands grasp his shirt and you open your mouth, though no sound follows.

"Jagiya..." Your eyes flutter as his breath fans over your face, his lips brushing away each tear as they fall.

You know there aren't enough words to express how he looks to you in adoration, how delicately he reaches to cup your tear stained cheeks, how he kisses you as if you're so fragile you may break from his dainty touches. 

"The love I have for you seeps from my soul. I never want to waste a minute without loving you to the fullest." 

There is a brief pause as he rests his forehead to yours, his palms still clutching your face with the utmost care. 

"To me, you are ethereal. To me, you are divine. To me, you are perfect. If I am without you, then I would travel the stars just to see you." 

His proclamation strikes your soul so deeply that you can't help the way your heart beats readily, nearly bursting from your rib cage. He describes you as if you were of the heavens and you almost feel unworthy of his affections, yet you can't help but to believe the sincerity of his words.

The feeling of his unyielding passion is all it takes for another wave of tears and he's no sooner repeating his actions, kissing away each drop that slips from your eyes. 

"I love you so much," you say, unable to elicit anything more than just that between your soft cries. Your voice trembles with such emotion that Yunho understands you needn't say more. 

With your hand grasping his, you lay it over your chest and allow him to feel your heartbeat, showing him just how much his radiance and purity of love stirs you so.  

Yunho mirrors your action, and you feel his pulse steady to your palm. The lull of his essence roots you and grounds you to the very earth. 

Until the stars and moon fell from the sky, just as he cherished you, you would cherish him tenfold. Just as he loved you, you would love him eternally.

[autogyne-redacted]

tbh, your recent post about transandrophobia synthesizes my thoughts about it very well, and im surprised you're getting backlash. the only additions i would make is that the gender/sex binary in the west was originally very explicitly a white supremacist creation, even down to the categories of male/female, and lionizing any aspect of that tends to get really racist really fast no matter how feminist or well intentioned. i guess you'd call me a trandandrobro bc i hang out in the tag and sometimes use the word for specific things (like when the lab threw out my cervical cancer test cells bc the cup was labelled M) but, i genuinely don't disagree with a single one of your points. i've been getting uncomfortable with the increasingly reactionary nature of the conversation on transandrophobia and i appreciate your take a lot.

Rambling about transandrophobia

Tbh It's been really surprising to see transandrophobia types interacting with that post all around.

And mostly it boils down to me having had windows into transandrophobia discourse that makes it seem bad*. And other ppl treating these aspects as exceptions to a discourse they see as basically good.

And I recognize that in part this is just how polarized internet discourses work. Like, if my windows into transandrophobia are largely when something egregious gets said and passed around in my circles, that's gonna give a way different impression then if ppl are part of the discourse and curating a slice they agree with.

And the consistent overall harassment of any attempt to talk about transmisogyny and constant bad faith engagements (eg attacks on agab and cagab language, cafab attempts to ID as trans women and as direct targets of transmisogyny) mean few of us are still in a position to assume good faith with internet strangers we run into who identify with a discourse that very much seems to have a massive transmisogyny problem.

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My slightly more extended position on transandrophobia, since I've been thinking about it the past few days is:

1) I'm broadly supportive of ppl talking about their experiences and trying to find common ground even around shared ~privilege~, so long as it's done with a commitment to broader, collective liberation. (Eg cis men getting together from a feminist perspective to talk about patriarchy = good, cis men doing so with no specific opposition to normative masculinity = fashy).

2) the general attitude I've seen from transandrophobia world is to say: this has nothing to do with anyone other than trans mascs ppl other than trans mascs aren't welcome as part of this discourse: it's by us for us. Intentionally creating an insulated discourse especially around a point of (partial) privilege has a terrible track record. But regardless of relative positionality insulated discourses are just going to be more limited. They can create theory that's empowering for the creator group but it's probably not gonna get much mileage beyond and it's easy for it to be actively harmful.

3) I've thought for ages that trans masc experience seems ~under theorized~ and that transphobia is rly under theorized too. And it'd be really cool to see this addressed in a way that isn't rife with transmisogyny. It does seem like transandrophobia discourse is addressing a real hole, it's just doing in a way that rly sketches me out.

4) really I think gender discourse overall is just not in a great place rn. It was 1990 when Judith Butler questioned whether it makes sense for women to be the sole/primary subject of feminism, and we had major interventions that I'd say reached a peak in the early to mid 2010's (criticisms of white feminism, of cis feminism, intersectionality becoming a dominant framework).

There's a strong tendency to say that we're basically in a post gender world, or that race is just a more fundamental framework (which I strongly disagree with)** and I do think we really need a rebuilt gender theory that has teeth to it. Trying to build theory around transmisogyny I've found it necessary to do a lot of general theory building around gender. How normative masculinity and femininity work, how gender is policed. I don't think we're gonna be able to make a clean break from identity politics until we can have a strong theory framework that lets us talk about this shit from outside identity politics.

5) this is v rambly but I'm inclined to engage with transandrophobia discourse a little more than lots of my circles in part because I really want there to be more good theory building going on around gender, from different positions and across positions. One day, maybe.

*full of transmisogyny/denials of transmisogyny, trans masc exceptionalism and a failure to recognize and be in solidarity around shared issues with trans fems and cis men.

**getting back to the part of your ask about the history of gender and white supremacy, there's a huge entanglement between gender and race, gender and civilization. Normative gender differentiation has been a classic way the civilized set themselves apart from those they deem savage.

Broad claims like the one you make in your ask anon get messy tho. Like, a largely binary model of gender is older than history but you can also talk about the modern binary having really only come about over the past couple centuries (and obviously it's heavily contested and changing rn). Similarly you could say the modern concept of whiteness came about through the trans Atlantic slave trade (and then has been constantly shifting and getting redefined ever since) but there's obviously much older histories it's building off of.

I'm realizing now that maybe you meant the binary divide between sex vs gender as opposed to the male vs female binary but I can't tell which. Either way, my position here is mostly that it's really really messy to make big historical claims. It's such a high level view you can tell a lot of different stories with the available historical evidence. Ideas about gender and race have a heavily entangled history tho and it's certainly gonna go poorly if you treat either as natural.

[pickalilywrites]

Modern AU, 10 year old Zeke gets to meet his new baby brother, Eren at the hospital

ty this was rly satisfying to write :)

brotherhood

zeke jaeger. modern au. 1806 words.

“Aren’t you excited to be a big brother?” one of the nurses asks. She kneels beside Zeke, smiling up at his disgruntled expression. Rather than being inside with the doctor and other nurses, this woman had the unfortunate assignment of appeasing ten-year-old Zeke, who wanted to be as far away from the hospital as possible. She had done everything she could: offered to play games with him, coaxed him with toys, and given him sweets. Nothing seems to be able to lift his mood.  

“I’m not going to be a brother,” Zeke says stubbornly once more, kicking at the floor and nearly hitting the nurse beside him. He doesn’t bother with an apology. He had already told her to leave him alone. He glances back at the room where his stepmother is currently giving birth. He can hear her cries through the door and the encouraging words of his father and the doctor as they guide her through her labor. “That’s not my mom. No matter what anyone says, I’m not going to be her kid’s brother. We’re not family.”  

Zeke knows that he’s too old to be throwing a tantrum, but he’s told his father time and time again that he could never accept his new family. He wanted his family to be the way it used to be: just him, his father, and his mom. He hated it when his parents told him they weren’t living together anymore. When they officially divorced, Zeke didn’t leave his bedroom for two weeks. He didn’t care for it when his father brought home a new woman or when he eventually announced that Zeke was going to have another mom. Even though his father and Carla were over the moon when they announced that Carla was pregnant, Zeke just stormed up to his room in a huff and waited for his mom to come pick him up.  

His mother doesn’t care for Carla and his father’s new kid either. She only rolled her eyes when Zeke told her about Carla’s pregnancy. Whenever Zeke’s father brought up anything about the baby — the baby shower, the baby’s new room, the due date — Zeke’s mom would nod and listen passively, but she never asked any questions because she didn’t care to hear any more than was necessary.  

Zeke had hoped that he would be with his mom when the baby was born. He didn’t want to be stuck in a hospital, abandoned in the hallway while his father forgot him for his new family. He hates the sharp, sterile smell of the hospital hallways and the strained cries of Carla as she struggled through her labor. He’s been here for hours waiting, probably half a day, but his mother hasn’t even come by to pick him up. He can’t really blame her, though. He wouldn’t want to see his dad either.  

The nurse sits down next to Zeke, the same patient smile on her face. He’s been incredibly stubborn this entire time, but she hasn’t let her smile crack even once. Zeke doesn’t know if it’s because she’s a saint or just good at hiding her emotions. 

“I’m sure you’ll feel different when the baby is born,” the nurse tells him.  

Zeke scoffs and slumps lower into the uncomfortable hospital chair, his arms crossed against his chest. “I doubt it. It’s not like it’ll be any different from other babies. It’ll just cry all the time for its mom.”  

The baby hadn’t even come and Zeke was already tired of it. It was all Carla and his father would talk about it. They would talk about potential names for it — Eren if it were boy and Faye if it were a girl. They spent so much time converting their home office into a playroom for the kid, buying new furniture and painting the walls a pastel blue. Carla would ask if Zeke wanted to help decorate the walls with decals of different fish and ocean critters, but Zeke would icily decline. He didn’t understand what the fuss was about. Zeke could somewhat understand Carla’s excitement, but his father was equally restless as if he didn’t already have a kid from his first marriage.  

“I want to go home,” Zeke says sullenly. His head hangs so that his chin hits his chest. He hates the way his bottom lip trembles. “I don’t know why my dad brought me here anyway when he’s going to have a new kid.”  

“Oh, sweetie. It’s not like that at all,” the nurse says, and she reaches out to cover his hand with hers. Zeke wants to snatch it away out of spite, but her hand is so comforting. It’s been a while since anyone has ever thought to comfort him. Even his mother doesn’t bother with him sometimes, too caught up in her own bitterness to attend to him because he should be old enough to handle his emotions anyway, so Zeke lets the nurse hold his hand. “Zeke, your father loves you. Your stepmom loves you, too. They keep asking about you. Why do you think the nurses keep coming in and out of the room?”  

Zeke bites his bottom lip. He had noticed the nurses coming in and out, but he thought that was normal. He assumed they were just grabbing supplies. Now that the nurse mentions it, he does remember the other nurses casting a glance at him every time they passed him, but he thought it was because they were afraid he’d run off while his parents were in the delivery room.  

“They care about you so much, honey,” the nurse says. She gives his hand another comforting squeeze. “Before your father went into the delivery room, he told me to take good care of you. He told me to yell if you needed anything at all. Luckily, you’ve been such a well-behaved and mature kid, so I haven’t had to call him for anything.”  

Zeke purses his lips, feeling guilty. Even though the nurse had praised him, he knows he’s been ornery and difficult this entire time. Carla and his father had been in there worrying about him amidst the baby’s delivery, and he hadn’t even been concerned about Carla and the baby’s wellbeing once. 

Hesitantly, Zeke asks the nurse, “Is the baby going to be born soon? They’ve been in there for a really long time. Is it bad if the mom is there for a really long time?”  

The nurse reaches out to pat Zeke on the head. "It’s sweet of you to be concerned, but you don’t have anything to be worried about. It usually takes a long time for the baby to come, especially if this is your stepmom’s first baby. It won’t be long now. We just need to be patient.”  

Zeke sits up straighter and nods. Even though it was the nurse that had held his hand earlier, now he clings to her, his grasp so tight that his knuckles have turned white as he waits for news of the baby to emerge from the doors of the delivery room.  

The nurse had said it would only be a little while until the baby finally came, but every minute passes by so agonizingly slow that Zeke isn’t sure time is passing by at all. When the time came that the baby was finally born, the doors of the delivery burst open and Zeke’s father emerged, red-faced and sweating. He kneels before Zeke, grasping his son’s hands in his with an expression of pure delight on his face. 

“Zeke, the baby’s here. You’re a brother!” his father gasps.  

Zeke isn’t used to such attention from his father, but he doesn’t pull his hand away like he usually would. He gives his father an uncertain smile. “I-is Carla okay? The baby is alright?” he stammers.  

“Yes, yes, let’s go see them,” Zeke’s father says. He pulls Zeke up and begins to usher him towards the delivery room. 

Zeke stumbles towards the door and gives the nurse a backwards glance, but she gestures for him to go on with a reassuring smile.  

When Zeke enters the room, he sees the nurses fussing about the hospital bed where Carla lays with the baby. She looks exhausted, her hair plastered against her forehead and her face shining with sweat. Still, the expression on her face is serene as she looks down at the child in her arms, her gaze full of love as she looks at the little one. For a moment, a familiar jealousy surges within Zeke before he recalls what the nurse had said to him earlier.  

He approaches Carla’s bed with hesitancy. He had always been cold to her, but she looks over and smile at him with the warmth she’s always had when she sees he’s arrived.  

“Oh, Zeke. I’m so sorry. You must have been waiting for so long outside. I didn’t mean to make you wait that long,” Carla tells him. 

“It’s okay. I’m a big kid now. It wasn’t that long anyway,” Zeke says. His gaze is drawn to the baby in Carla’s arms. It’s far smaller than Zeke had expected it to be. Its face is red and scrunched up, and it begins to fuss in Carla’s arms even as she rocks him and coos. “Is it ... is the baby alright?”  

“He’s alright. He’s just excited to meet everyone,” Carla replies with a little laugh.  

“He?”  

“Yes, he. You have a little brother now. His name is Eren,” Carla says. She smiles when she sees the surprise on Zeke’s face. “Would you like to hold him?”  

“I don’t know how -” Zeke begins, but Carla is already holding out the baby to him. He’s afraid he might drop the baby and that Eren will shatter into a million pieces, but Carla gently guides his arms so that he can properly hold Eren and support his head. Once again, Zeke marvels at just how small the baby is.  

The baby no longer fusses now that he’s in Zeke’s arms. Eren lets out contented noises as Zeke rocks him back and forth gently. He reaches out his tiny hands, grasping for something, and Zeke offers his younger brother a finger. Eren’s fingers barely wrap around one of Zeke’s fingers, but it delights the baby, who lets out a delighted gurgling noise. 

“Look at that,” Carla smiles. “He likes his older brother already.”  

Zeke feels his face flush after being referred to as Eren’s older brother, but he finds he doesn’t dislike it. Zeke looks down at his baby brother clinging onto his finger. Having just been born, Eren can’t even open his eyes yet, but he grasps on to Zeke so tightly. The elder can’t help but smile. He doesn’t know what kind of brother he’ll be, but he’ll try to be a good one.  

[charlieconwayy]

Top 5 Freela moments?

this is truly like choosing a favorite child

i HAVE to go with the ending of TWOF, but rly did you expect anything less? just the most satisfying moment i have ever experienced in my tv viewing experience. the set up, the execution - fry literally walking into the frame and leela's face when he hands her the flower. aside from it being their first legit kiss (that i count anyway), it's SO important to their development. leela realizing that success/status/someone looking great on paper does not make someone the ideal partner, but what does is the feeling of relief you get when you see them and the way they make you feel special. i love how fry doesn't even remember nibbler saying he'll help him out w leela, so this was truly just a genuine moment of him being thoughtful. also fry's "yes!" when they fade to black is so sweet

okay i thought for a while about the number two slot and i think i have to pick "no matter what happens, you'll always be leela, the woman i love." fry was so frickin immature and lowkey sexist at the start of the series, which we see a ton of in i was a crustacean in love specifically or even in amazon women in the mood ("is she hot?" "she is all knowing" "in other words, no") and we've gradually seen him mature (my fav "zapp's not the only one becoming marriage material" "you're getting there" <3). leela's biggest fear w fry has always been his commitment issues and him getting bored of her. we've also seen her insecurities ab the way she looks throughout the show, so for him to confirm to her (when she's like entirely squid, mind you) that no matter how she looks, he will always love her is so special. it was the culmination of 7 seasons of development for both fry and their relationship, and i love leela's reaction (and her tentacles doing the princess diaries foot pop when they kiss lol).

i could just put moments from s4 on here and this entire list would be complete tbh....the best season, nothing is ever topping it. the sting is just a special moment and i can't even imagine watching it when it first aired. while we'd gotten little hints here and there that leela had feelings for fry, this episode just confirms the extent of those feelings. we know fry would rather die than be without leela, but this ep confirms that leela would rather die than be without fry. the whole ending segment is great, w leela trying to unalive herself so that she can "feel alright with him" and fry talking her out of it (first real "i love you" :') ) but GOD the feeling when they show the hospital room. the details that we see from all the things fry said to leela in her dream. amy's "they said you'd never wake up, fry never left your side for a second." leela holding her heart when she realizes that him talking to her is what inspired her to wake up!! the hug <3 it's so crazy to me that an animated show can show the intimacy and physicality between them so perfectly.

"dear fry, our time together was short but it was the best time of my life. - leela." for similar reasons to the one above, i love an ep that does a deep dive into leela's love for fry. this one, man. this one. leela marrying CUBERT just bc he resembles fry says it all. "i used to think there was someone for me." just her rage at fry and heartbreak that she will never see him again, while managing to create the successful future she had always wanted but ultimately realizing it's pointless without someone to share it with. that video card hits me so deeply when he says i love you the look on her face actually destroys me.....but what gets me most out of everything is the cavern on the green. leela has no idea where fry is. he could be in the past for all that she knows. but leela knows in her heart that if she leaves a message, somehow, somewhere, fry will see it and he will know how she feels. and he does. that to me is so beautiful, their love is fated no matter what universe or timeline that they're in.

this is a relatively new fav scene for me but "you're lonely and i'm lonely, but together, we're lonely together." freela had kind of just been bickering besties up until this episode, but this was the first time we'd really seen them connect on an intimate level since 102. fry is upset ab spending xmas alone for the first time, leela is upset ab spending her life alone. he's alone in the year 3000 and leela has spent a lifetime alone. we see fry so upset that he hurt leela, that he goes out of his way to buy her a gift and apologize (massive development in fry's emotional intelligence, esp if you compare this to 103 w bender) but leela ends up being okay. she holds his hand and tells him that they can be lonely together and it's such a gamechanging moment, you can just see the chemistry and the connection between the two of them.

[kannra21]

I don’t understand why anime men can be drawn looking handsome while also looking normal and wearing normal clothes, but sososo often, anime women are drawn looking like their tits are going to pop out of their bras and/or they wear provocative outfits.

Do men (or male artists anyway) not care if a woman is beautiful if she isn’t being revealing? Do her facial features, the way she carries herself, her hair, etc. not matter so long as she’s not trying to act like a seductress?

From my own experience with men I can only say one thing- they are liars. Or at least they like lying to themselves.

They will oftentimes say that they don't like women who reveal feminine features, but they do. Men like women and they like objectifying them. Bc if men are straight, logically, they're attracted to women. Bc woman's body is pretty and not just in a sexual sense. Sometimes it's just pretty for looking at; like art, nude modeling and act. Worshipped even. Woman's body is prettier than man's body in so many ways. But I think this beauty shouldn't be so heavily sexualized like it's often the case in the east. Japan has so much explicit content that they even have categorized shops at every corner, in public spaces. I don't know how Japanese women feel about this but statistics show that their birth rate is slowly declining. Besides poor economic situation, women don't feel respected or loved enough. And the feminism has risen in this part of the world as well.

Anyways, back to the point- I respect Gege for keeping his characters neat and the story heavily plot oriented without much fanservice (men are the fanservice lol). Gege also says that his parents are reading the manga so I suppose he doesn't rly want to feel like a disgrace lmao. I'm not sure if this was his marketing strategy to interest women into shōnen genre but it definitely worked, now jjk has become one of the most popular series of all time. And it's ok to have Mei Mei as one token representative of a "sexy woman" stereotype although I wouldn't rly call her sexy either. She's just a beautiful woman.

What definitely helps the whole situation is Gege's taste in fashion. No male mangaka that I know ever paid attention to this one very important factor. Fashion is a type of expression, and it can tell a lot about the character themselves without incorporating their personality in words. With that said, jjk women have so much personality to them, it's fascinating.

Mei Mei and Mai could be considered sexy, Utahime is a traditional authoritative beauty, Nobara is very stylish and confident, Maki is a strong tomboy girl, Miwa and Momo are girly and cute, Ozawa is a shy girl, Shoko is your typical CEO woman, Yuki is a biker girl. And some of them have short or tied up hair which is nice bc it can be just as feminine as long hair. He even introduced women's insecurities like Ozawa being overweight and that Yuuji didn't mind bc he found her writing and table manners pretty. Momo's outlook on woman's prejudice in jujutsu world is also something important to adress. Yuuta is shown kissing Rika bc what they're having is true love and true love doesn't know shallow boundaries. Gege understands woman's struggle.

In an interview, Gege revealed that he has similar mindset to Megumi and that he doesn't want to sexualize women as much. The way he treats woman body is purely artistic. At least watching these panels didn't make me feel uncomfortable at all.

Regarding Mei Mei's and Ui Ui's relationship, yea it's a taboo. But I think that author didn't want to promote incest, rather, he wanted to show that Mei Mei is a woman with flaws. And flaws are something that makes a person interesting, together with their virtues. She also likes money. To the point that Gojo made fun of her by flipping a coin to summon her bc apparently, Mei Mei lacks self-respect.

In contrast to her, Utahime respects herself too much. That's why she's often hysterical and Gojo tells her that hysterics won't win men (Gojo is a real mansplainer huh).

Gojo is rude and so is Sukuna. But Miwa and Yorozu don't even notice a man's flaw if they're interested in him (Gege knows a woman's mind too well, which is funny). That's why he's asking ladies to vote for Nanami instead of Gojo in popularity poll (women should set aside shallow interests and concentrate on person's kind soul).

Unlike them, Shoko is aloof and rational bc she's too aware of fleetingness of life, especially in her line of work as a doctor. Sure, she can be friendly and smile a lot, but she doesn't want to form any strong relationships with anyone. This is the only way she can keep her sanity in check. After all, jujutsu is just a marathon where the finish line is a pile of friends' corpses. Something the younger generations are a bit immature to understand.

Nobara is a very stubborn girl, she sometimes comes off as too bossy or rude (Yuuji calls her a bitch lol). But it turns out this was only her defense mechanism with people she's unfamiliar with bc she didn't want to be underestimated for being a country girl of limited thoughts and experience. Bc Nobara is indeed a great girl with many talents.

Maki is a strong, independent woman but this doesn't mean that she refuses help and support from people around her. She likes guys who are stronger than her (and Yuuta comes into picture, besides, he also suggested that he wants to crush Zenin clan together which explains her liking to him). Panda noticed that and wanted to play a wingman. Although his boobs question (Maki's insecurity) was a bit inappropriate (but it got the point across), Yuuta's answer was very polite which made him more likeable in her eyes.

Yuki and Todo are similar bc they're nosy, they enjoy exploring different people's interests and judge them whether they're considered "a person of culture" (which adds to the series' comedic aspect). I love Haibara's answer bc he says "I like women who eat a lot" bc he knows that women who eat are happy and that a hungry woman is an angry woman.

Gege understands women so much that fans are contemplating whether Gege is actually a woman himself or not. It's nice to have a mangaka who's this mindful.

[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

sam wilson x teen!reader headcanons

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 634

request: yes / no

original request: omg hi!! i absolutely adore your writing 💕 would you be open to doing some headcanons for sam wilson and a teen!reader? have a wonderful day, love <;33

dynamic: sam wilson x teen!reader

characters: sam wilson, reader

a/n: heh inspiration struck so two in one day it is 😈😈 i LOVED writing this request omg. i'm totally obsessed w/ sam wilson so i was sooo happy this was requested!! ty anon :D

taglist: @nutellani @thecloudedmind

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sam gives such older brother vibes to me

like no matter how old u are he’ll always treat you like a little sibling

well he and bucky both

at this point they’re a package deal

a lot of ur time is spent settling their argument

“hey, y/n. who pulls off this hat the best?”

“y/n!!! pancakes or waffles??”

“y/n tell bucky he’s wrong.”

theres a lot of that LMAO

anyways i feel like he would make u do stuff with him

like fun little adventures

y’all learned to crochet together

and u were pretty good ngl

but poor sam kept missing stiches

you made little frogs and his looked not rly like a frog

but u loved it anyway ofc

the two of you usually do grocery runs together

that’s like high time for ur gossip 😏

i mean guys this is sam wilson

he def knows a LOT of stuff

but he’s really engaged with like ur school & home life

he always makes sure ur ok

he is totally the type to text and call regularly

he would go to ur parent teacher conferences if u needed him to

and then he’d tell u all his thoughts about the teacher after 😭 

he’s rly perceptive with emotions

i mean he was a therapist like what do u expect

but whenever he senses ur down he’ll do something really nice

and like cook u something

bc sam can COOK

like COOK

and he’ll try to make you laugh

which always works because he’s actually hilarious

speaking of he’s so funny on missions too

he’s always talking on the earpieces and like he’ll just say the funniest stuff

and he swears like a sailor JUST SAYING 🤪

he’s so the type to swear in front of you all the time but then the moment u swear he’s like “what did you say 🤨🤨”

also he always is asking u fashion advice

“ok y/n. blue shirt red pants? or red shirt blue pants?”

“sam do you really want to look like one fish two fish red fish blue fish”

“yeah i guess you’re right 😞”

he always acts sad and then the moment you feel bad he’s like “GOTCHA 😜”

also whenever he’s away he’ll send you a ton of pictures

a lot of them are selfies of him and bucky and steve 

and they’re so funny

like he’s not trying to be funny but he literally is like a facebook minion meme mom

oh also no offense to him but he’s an AWFUL driver 😭 

like he goes way too fast and his music is so loud

but he lets u choose it so u don’t mind 🤩

it’s always kind of fun going in the car with him

you always text natasha a picture of u with him in the driver’s seat in the background and you say “if i die u know why”

and she just goes “have fun”

lol

you and him go on runs together

and that’s rly fun

well ok ik running is hard

but as a runner its sooo much more fun suffering through it with someone else 🥳

whenever u run u do that like shareplay thing on spotify

and he always judges ur music like 😑

ok mr “i listen to the same album for like five months in a row”

oh he is so the type to take u on like one on one lunches and stuff

i think that’s smth the avengers would do with their younger members to make sure they’re alright

and he always does it with u bc ur best friends ofc ‼️

y’all are so petty to each other

but u do really think the world of him

and he thinks the world of you too 🫶

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[skwtches]

1 4 5 6 7 20 21 22 for the asks game for rabger (this is me holding back btw)

YESS i’m gonna be so Normal abt them under the cut

what’s their love languages?

Tigger’s is definitely physical touch & words of affirmation while Rabbit’s particularly fond of acts of service (he probably also likes physical affection, but doesn’t rly know how to initiate it/accept it). Both of em rly value quality time in my eyes

what’s their favorite sleeping/cuddling positions?

Tigger definitely likes to fall asleep while clinging onto Rabbit, holding him close while Rabbit leans into the embrace. Though, Tigger tends to move around a lot in his sleep, constantly tossing and turning no matter what manner he falls asleep in, and more often than not, he ends up just kinda sprawled over the bed on his back. Despite this, Rabbit still manages to keep close contact with him, usually burying his face in Tigger’s chest. Multiple instances of Tigger waking up to just a full-limbed embrace from a still-asleep bunny have taken place, and he’s always touched by the sight.

With cuddling, it’s a similar story where Tigger is almost always the one initiating with Rabbit leaning into it before eventually reciprocating. Tigger doesn’t really mind whichever way they cuddle so long as they’re cuddling, though Rabbit generally likes being held against his chest, running his fingers thru Tigger’s plush whilst listening to the latter purring up a storm.

who does what chores?

Rabbit’s very particular and likes to handle most of the chores on his own, though Tigger’s very eager to offer help whenever he can (he also just likes the excuse to hang around Rabbit more.) Some of chores they handle together include washing the dishes, dusting, taking out trash, and tending Rabbit’s garden. In terms of the last one, Rabbit’s initially very, very hesitant about accepting Tigger’s help in caring for his pride and joy, but the latter proves to be a better listener than expected and cares enough to where Rabbit eventually accepts it and ends up really appreciating his company in the end.

do they go out often or prefer to stay indoors?

Definitely go out often. Both of em enjoy being outside and don’t like being cooped up inside all day

who is the more romantic one?

Tigger’s the more openly affectionate of the two, being the one to use terms of endearment the most and initiating more of the physical acts of affection. Though, Rabbit probably plans out the majority of dates and other outings.

what clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

Rabbit absolutely cannot sport a hat without Tigger snatching it off his head at least once—either taking and wearing it himself, or trying to engage the former in a game of keep-away

which of their friends/family pokes fun at them for them getting flustered/affectionate?

Owl pokes fun at Rabbit incessantly whenever he catches him getting flustered over Tigger, both before and after the pair start dating. Perhaps around the time that Rabbit begins to harbor feelings for Tigger, Owl notices how often he brings up Tigger and jokingly points it out to Rabbit, only for the latter to get all defensive over it. In the visits to Owl following the occurrence, Rabbit’s subjected to even more teasing whenever Tigger becomes a point of discussion.

Rabbit: (talking abt smth unrelated)

Owl: Lovely! Say, how’s he been?

Rabbit: Oh, Tigger’s been a thorn in my side as usual, y’know-

Owl, giving Rabbit a Very Knowing Look(tm): I didn’t say who

Rabbit: …

how do they apologize after an argument?

Rabbit isn’t the best at letting go of grudges and even worse at approaching verbal apologies. Tigger’s generally very forgiving (at times, to a fault), but depending on the severity of the argument, he might worry over Rabbit still being cross with him. And so, after what becomes a mess of avoiding apologies and each other, they both kinda just crumble at some point and—usually with insistence from one or more of their friends—approach the other all awkwardly and deliver earnest apologies, earning the relieved forgiveness of the other in return.

[nian-7]

Hello Happy New year i hope this year you will have alot of blessings health n love 🥳🥳

I found ur blog and saw Paradox live and Hypnosis mic together and u do match ups well I can’t help to ask then ,If i could maybe get a match up romantically and platonic for Paradox and Hypmic please if it’s ok for u🙏🏾😭

Sign is : Capricorn ♑️

Mbti : INFP (infj)

My personality : I m kind and easygoing person I love telling jokes and laughing & also sometimes very sarcastic People tell me often I m bubbly and very friendly 😂But tbh sometimes I can be rly awkward and clumsy/airhead 😬🫣

I am empathetic as a person I don’t really like being to much vulnerable infront of people. I am also very family and close friends person pretty much loyal to them. Sometimes i can be clingy like i need and love to give hugs or receive them 🤗

My love language would be quality time , physical touch, and giving gifts 🥰

Going to church Spending time with family /. Friends Drawing & chiling with friends watching Anime ,listening to music going to the movies , martial arts are my hobbies I also am a bit of a nerd🤓

My biggest fear: is to lose someone important to me ❤️‍🩹

My negative traits 🤔

- I can be very suspicious of someone (my sarcasm is like a defense mechanism i guess)😂

Sometimes I m to much on guard and don’t let someone easily approach me😂

- sometimes to Protective over those who I love🤦🏾‍♀️

Dislike :

- Hmm Injustice and rude people

This is me hope It will help and Thx for taking my request and being so nice to😭🌸🫶🏾

hello!! happy new year to you as well, i hope you enjoy your match up and have a great day!

I match you with... (platonically)

Allen Sugasano!

-You and Allen give me similar energy in a sense? It just makes me think that you two would get along well thinking about your personalities.

-He's a pretty friendly guy and even if you're on guard when he firsts meets you, he had no problem walking up to Kanata at first so I don't think it'd faze him too much.

-Doesn't really realize you're closed off honestly and doesn't try to pry too much at it since he doesn't realize. He will poke a little bit but will leave it alone if you tell him off.

-He just seems like a good friend for you since your personalities are similar in nature!

I match you with... (romantically)

Hokusai Masaki!

-I thought Hokusai would be a good match for you because he just simply enjoys spending lots of quality time with you. He doesn't mind if you want to show your love through physical touch or acts or service or whatever it might be. He'll know you love him either way.

-He likes that you're more of an easygoing person and honestly, he doesn't mind if you're clumsy or airheaded. He just looks at you with loving eyes because he loves you however clumsy you might be.

-Hokusai has similar dislikes compared to you and so he can sympathize and understand them easily. He'll also be protective over you no matter what you tell him!

I match you with... (platonically)

Gentaro Yumeno!

-If you're gullible, even better. I chose Gentaro just because I think he'd enjoy messing with you. Lightheartedly, of course.

-You both can be a bit nerdy together! Although his nerdiness might be more hidden and not as apparent, he still loves books and you both can nerd out about series you've both been enjoying. He doesn't mind listening to you talk about them.

-He also enjoys just spending quality time so it doesn't really matter if you both hang out and don't say a word. He'll still enjoy the time and just the fact that you're both able to hang out!

I match you with... (romantically)

Jyushi Aimono!

-I know these match ups might seem a bit random seeing as their personalities are all so different but I think you and Jyushi could nerd out together like Gentaro!

-He'd love to nerd out about v-kei to you and would love to listen to you nerd out about whatever you're interested in at the moment! Whether it be anime or a band!

-He's a really sweet guy and Jyushi would just enjoy every bit of attention and love you give him no matter what it is or how embarrassed he gets from it.

-Jyushi can be a little protective of you but it comes more from his insecurity that you could possibly leave him for someone better than him.

[toruro]

now that i'm finally done with isohel i need to dissect all the ways the song isohel basically is the reason behind every decision i made abt this story

eden, the artist behind isohel actually said: "'isohel' is about wishing the best for the people you’ve left behind but knowing that you’re probably better off where you are now" so the way eden talks about it in his song is w the context of people ("if invisible lines (aka isohels) lead your way back to me, still i got nothing")

in the context of reader and joshua, the idea of leaving things behind didn't mean the reader would leave joshua behind, but that she was leaving her past behind her. she was letting go of the isolation and resentment she felt and instead moved onto a better place which was her letting go of her qualms and living w out worries with joshua (does this make sense?!)

another thing that rly drew me to this song was outro which is in french: comme les nuits quand je ne savais pas encore, comme les nuits qui m'ont appris à aimer les adieux, comme les nuits quand on croyait que tout irait bien, mais cela n'a pas d'importance car les nuits, bruyantes/brillantes (x3), sont toutes pareilles à la fin

this roughly translates to: like the nights when i didn’t know yet, like the nights that taught me to love goodbyes, like the nights when we thought everything would be fine, but it doesn’t matter because the nights, noisy/bright (x3), are all the same in the end (translations from genius)

my interpretation of this was basically "even if we are not together, we are under the same sky and will always be connected," which ties back to the idea of an isohel (see below). these lines of the song were what actually pushed me to have reader and joshua separated for a couple months (rather than my initially planned 2-3 ish weeks) so i could emphasize how, even if they were apart for long periods of time, they would be able to appreciate the symbols of each other in their daily life and appreciate their existence even if they weren't side by side ... in other words reader and joshua's love transcends the area and distance between them!

plus the whole concept of an isohel is just incredibly interesting to me djfksdkd i'm not sure how well i described in the story itself, but for reference, here's a picture of an isohel map

it's really interesting because you notice that none of these lines actually intersect. the isohel either goes full circle (in the context of the story: the story starts at the castle and her mother gets found out, and then later she returns to the castle and she herself gets found out so it's sort fo a full circle moment) or the isohel is a singular line from one end to the other (in the context of the story: joshua and reader's lives were bound to be intertwined because it's like one isohel that is binding them together + even if they were not always 'together,' they were connected through this line of sunshine)