#i mean. like... not complaining. but like. damn.

[bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit]

When my kid started kindergarten, he was almost reading because we’d been reading to him every day since birth. He knew his numbers, shapes, colors, and was beginning to grasp basic addition. I just assumed this was the norm, that parents sent kids to kindergarten with this basic foundation of knowledge. I got to talking with one of the grandparents/caregivers of one of his classmates and she was like “I had no idea they expected them to know this stuff already!! I thought they would teach them this once they got to school!” I was FLOORED, I was like “Well, I mean, surely you guys read to him, so it shouldn’t be that hard for him to catch up.” Nope! They never read to him, like EVER. This kid would come over for sleepovers and my son, who is a full year younger than him, would read the bedtime story to him and the way this kid would drink up the story and ask for another would break your heart.

When the mom complained to me about her son’s shitty sleeping habits, I asked what their bedtime routine looked like to see if I could offer any insight as a fellow parent. “Oh well he showers and brushes his teeth and then I tuck him in with his iPad and he watches it until he falls asleep.” Again, I was floored. You don’t read him to sleep? You don’t take away the screen at some point??? You just shove a blue light in front of your seven year old child’s face at night, when he’s supposed to be winding down, and just let YouTube auto play until he passes out from sheer exhaustion and screen overload???? And then wonder why he wakes up screaming at 2 am??? This same family tried to buy us an iPad for Christmas (they think we’re poor but that’s a story for another day) and I was like “Abso-fucking-lutely NOT. We don’t lack a tablet because of money, we lack one as a CONSCIOUS PARENTING CHOICE.” We do actually have one but I lost the power cord and don’t care to replace it, or update the damn thing. Because what purpose would it serve? None!! The only way our kid can play video games is on a jailbroken Wii that hasn’t been updated in a decade and only plays Spanish versions of games. He only knows Pokemon commands in Spanish because of this. It’s hilarious. It gets so frustrating that he eventually will decide he’d rather play outside, which is exactly why we will never upgrade our “gaming system.”

Maybe my husband and I lean in too hard sometimes, but I’d rather that and have a kid who is self-motivating, intelligent, curious, able to problem-solve, and READ (and more importantly, understand) than just shove an iPad in his face and create yet another fucking zombie to be a drain on society.

no offense but there is almost nothing in the world more shameful to me than letting your child be an ipad baby. I'm not saying parents don't have it hard, but I personally could not live with myself if I purposefully let my child get addicted to the technological equivalent of black tar heroin just because I'm too fucking tired to parent. literacy rates are at a record low right now -- partially because schools removed phonics from their curricula, yes, but also because fewer and fewer parents read to their children or encourage them to pick up a fucking book. you are allowing your child to emotionally and intellectually stunt themselves, and for what? I'm not saying kids shouldn't have any access to television or computers (they should, although particularly for computers I'd encourage one stationary PC in a computer room like we had in the 90's and 2000's), but no, your child should not have unsupervised, unlimited, unadulterated access to everything the web has to offer at the tender age of 6. or give them some age appropriate video games for god's sake. mario or spyro or SOMETHING. something other than tiktok and youtube. call me crazy for thinking that that's shit parenting. not to mention that by only giving them access to ipads and iphones that they don't know how to work actual computers anymore (go on, ask your 12 year old to open and save a file folder on your desktop, I dare you). a generation of shitty parents who have raised emotionally stunted low-attention-span illiterate incurious apathetic children who will very soon become an entire generation of illiterate incurious apathetic voters and consumers. that's another thing, too -- your children are constantly being advertised to and are being groomed to be relentless and uncritical consumers. your children are being preyed upon on multiple levels and you don't fucking care!! easier to call people giving you warnings "prudes" and "boomers" than actually think critically about your child and their future.

look I know parenting is hard. Unfortunately for you, your child didn't ask to be born, and it is nonetheless YOUR responsibility to raise them well and give them every fucking opportunity you can. and I am watching millions and millions of parents who could not give less of a fuck that they are actually materially disadvantaging their own children. im sick to my stomach for real.

[mochieekittenz]

Thinking about pussy-eating Sylus 🐦‍⬛

──★ ˙

He doesn’t just eat you out. No.

He devours you. Like you’re something forbidden, something precious. Like he’s been starved for days and you’re the only thing that can satisfy him.

The second he’s between your thighs — the world stops existing. There’s only you. Only your taste, your scent, and your body quivering under his tongue.

When I say pussy eater, I mean all in. He spreads you open with his fingers like he owns the right to see everything. No shame. No hesitation. Just pure hunger and a mouth that knows exactly what the fuck it’s doing.

He doesn’t rush. His tongue buried deep, working in tauntingly slow, deliberate laps while the bridge of his perfectly sculpted nose presses against your clit— until your thighs shake and you swear you’re seeing stars. His tongue so deep it feels like he’s trying to taste your soul through your cunt.

And it’s messy.

The messiest messy mess you'll ever see. His whole face is soaked with you — dripping from his nose to chin. He doesn’t care. He wants to drown in it, if he has to be honest.

Every whine you make just fuels him. You whimper, fuck, you sob — You try to squeeze your thighs together? Try to run from it? From how much you’re feeling? — He simply doesn't-give-a-single-fuck. He's glued there. You're not going anywhere until he’s had his fill.

And he never has his fill.

His eyes are locked on you the whole damn time. He watches every twitch, every moan, every little gasp you can’t hold back. He needs to see it. He watches every single one of your reactions like it’s sacred. Like your pleasure is some fucking religion and he’s the last true believer.

Not to mention that he's steel hard, throbbing and grinding down into the mattress. Pathetically unable to keep himself still — he bucks up just enough to tease his own pleasure while his mouth devours yours. Chasing any kind of friction because eating you out is turning him on that fucking bad. You can't complain any second because when he groans against you — heaven flashes before your eyes.

Sometimes he pulls back — not to stop, but to slide his fingers inside you and lick them clean, or to spit slow and heavy onto your swollen pussy, watching it slide between your folds, waiting for it to drip all the way down to your fluttering hole — just so he can slurp it all up again.

Shameless.

And he doesn’t just eat you like it’s a favor. He does it like it’s a fucking obsession. Every flick of his tongue is purposeful, every suck, every slow grind of his mouth against your soaked heat is designed to make you beg — not to stop, but to survive it.

Because when Sylus is between your legs, he owns you. Not just your body — he owns your soul, your whole sanity. He builds you up slow, torturously slow, only to tear you down with a single flick over your clit that has you crying out his name, clawing at his hair, cursing the gods for letting a man like this exist.

When you come—holy fuck—you don’t just come.

It’s not an orgasm.

It’s an exorcism.

And the worst part? He’s smirking. That cocky, dangerous little smile that says he knows exactly what he’s doing to you — and he’s nowhere near done.

[yanadolls]

Hi sweetie, can you write abt bllk boys getting jealous/possessive when the teammates try to be friends with reader, please??

NOT ALLOWED!

||| FEATURING: NAGI SEISHIRO, REO MIKAGE, ISAGI YOICHI, RIN ITOSHI X FEM READER

||| CONTENT: jealousy, fluff

ᯓ★

REO MIKAGE ౨ৎ

reo never claimed to be a calm guy, especially when it came to his lover. however, he was typically lenient with nagi whom was his best friend. he could easily put up with his whining, laziness, moodiness, and even carrying him around and forcing him to practice. but the one thing he couldn't handle was how clingy nagi could get with you- his precious girlfriend. the two of you weren't even necessarily friends!

"mh, y/n. can you not move? i'm gonna game over.."

nagi huffed when you tried to move from sitting on the floor, the tall man slumping half his weight on you while tapping away on his mobile game. he just found you comfortable, that's all. you were small and cute, and a very accessible resting chair. even if that was all nagi's intentions were, reo was quite literally tweaking out at the sight from across the room. his eye twitched a couple times, jealousy flowing through every single vein in his body.

'does he like my girlfriend?'

'oh god, what if y/n leaves me for him?! nagi's taller than me!"

'that stupid whiny baby just pisses me off sometimes! go rest on chigiri or something!'

'i'm gonna rip out every single strand of hair on my head if this goes on any longer.'

what made reo snap was when nagi sighed heavily, burying his face in your shoulder once he died in his game.

"mh. we should hang out sometime. you seem pretty cool."

nope, that was the final straw.

reo abruptly stood up, walking towards the two of you and practically yanking you out of nagi's hold, making him fall onto the ground. the white haired boy immediately went to complain, but reo shut it down.

"she's not going on a date with you, nagi! stop trying to steal my girlfriend from me!"

not even close to what nagi had said, nor what he was trying to do.. before he could say anything in retort, reo was pouting and dragging you out of the room, arm tightly wrapped around your waist. he kept that serious and gloomy look on his face as he walked out to his car with you. reo was going to keep you home for the next week, determined to keep you safe and sound from the sights of any men who may have wanted to steal you from him. the purple haired man would probably have a total breakdown if he saw you with another man ever again, especially nagi (even if he trusted his best friend deep down).

"babe? are you-"

"I'M NOT JEALOUS!"

��

NAGI SEISHIRO ౨ৎ

"..."

nagi was silent, clutching his phone in his hand as he intently stared at the scene playing out in front of him. the one time he had decided to invite you to his practice game, reo took it upon himself to be a damn gentleman to you- opening doors for you, complimenting you, laughing and talking almost the entire time with you. of course, the rich man just wanted to get along with his best friend's girlfriend and make a good impression, but maybe, he was a bit too much without even realizing it..

"y/n, haha! it's no wonder nagi likes you so much, i totally understand it now. i really get it."

what the hell was that supposed to mean?

a pout came to the sleepy striker's face, an unfamiliar feeling washing over him. was this how it felt to be jealous? quite an annoying feeling, he thought. before he could stop himself, nagi was already walking towards the two of you, and without warning he hugged you tight from behind and tugged you against his chest, burying his face into your neck. right in front of reo.

"y/n..." he whined, "come.. don't want you to hang out with reo anymore. 'ts such a hassle to see."

"huh?" reo blinked, looking pretty confused by his best friend's words.

neither reo or you could say anything else before nagi gently took your hand in his, pulling you away from the now very puzzled man. nagi dragged you to the changing room before groaning in annoyance, cuddling you on the bench.

"baby, what was that-"

"shush. don't talk to reo anymore.. it's a pain to feel like this cus i like you so much. please only talk to me."

you couldn't help but smile- nagi was so cute, all pouty and jealous. you had never seen him get like this before, and you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel a bit more special; it proved that nagi really did love you a lot. your boyfriend could be a handful sometimes, but he was worth it at the end of the day. nagi kept you close to him, not letting you leave his embrace for the next hour. he wanted it to be very well known that you were his, and his alone.

♡

ISAGI YOICHI ౨ৎ

"tch." isagi clicked his tongue as he watched bachira get a bit too touchy with you. his stupid best friend knew exactly what he was doing- purposely trying to spike up the blue eyed man's jealousy for the hell of it. there was not real reason to do this, other than the fact it would be hilarious. bachira did know how to ragebait people pretty well..

"nyahaha! y/n, you're so cute!"

the hyper man spoke in a loud enough voice for isagi to hear, grinning ear to ear like a child on christmas. meanwhile, you were pretty confused since you had never met bachira prior to this.

"oh, um.. thank you."

"noooo problem! say, wanna hear a secret?"

bachira glanced over at isagi, who was silently raging, before leaning in to whisper in your ear, his lips dangerously close to your skin.

"isagi's about to be sooo mad~"

on cue, the egoist had marched up to the two, wrapping his arms around your waist and practically throwing you over his shoulder as you yelped in surprise. isagi glared at bachira with jealousy burning in his eyes, to which his best friend burst out laughing.

"we'll talk about this later, bachira."

"haha! whatever you say!"

isagi carried you out of the room, lips pursed in a straight line. he headed towards the exit to take you home- but not without glaring at any man who looked in your general direction, first.

"yoi! c-calm down, i'm pretty sure bachira was just trying to get a rise out of you!"

isagi scoffed, his fingers gripping your thighs a bit more.

"don't care. he should know better than to get so close to something that's mine."

isagi was a totally different person when he was on the field, and when he was jealous. the sweet, man friendly was no where in sight.

♡

RIN ITOSHI ౨ৎ

isagi was chatting with you, oblivious to the storm that was brewing inside rin. it was now hitting the 30 minute mark of your conversation with him, and deep jealousy was bubbling up inside your emo boyfriend. had the shorter man realized that you were rin's girlfriend? nope, not at all. if he had, he probably wouldn't have entered in your vision in the first place as he definitely didn't want to cause more trouble between him and rin, as the two already had a rivalry of some sort.

"y/n, was it? that's a pretty name." he said with tinted cheeks, giving you a kind smile.

"oh, thanks! i appreciate that a lot."

"y-yeah, no problem..!"

'i'm gonna punch his teeth in.'

the man seethed silently, glaring intensely at isagi. who did this irrelevant piece of trash think he was- getting all flustered around his girlfriend? he was putting him in his place, right now.

"move it, npc number five."

rin practically shoved isagi against the wall to get to you, wrapping his arms around you and darkly shooting a mean look at isagi, who was just recovering from the random act of violence.

"ow- oh, rin? are you two..?"

"she's mine, you moron. did you think your half baked compliments would seriously woo her? you're more pathetic than i thought."

isagi was used to his blunt and rude words at this point, but was definitely surprised by the fact you and rin of all people were dating. he immediately backpedaled.

"no! i wasn't trying anything, dude.. i just wanted to be friends."

"you can't do that, either. someone as bland and boring as you doesn't deserve to talk to her. don't go near her again."

isagi put his hands up in a surrendering motion, a bead of sweat on his cheek.

"bro, chill.. i wasn't planning on it."

isagi walked away, half embarrassed by the situation and half annoyed by rin's constant insults back to back. you simply giggled at rin's obvious jealousy, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"aw, y'so cute when you're jealous."

"i wasn't jealous, idiot."

"whatever you say.."

♡

AN: this was sm fun to write! tysm for the request hunnie ^_^

[suevi-if]

Lying about what amount? What exactly are you referring there? - you said it was 5 female ROs and 4 male. It isn't - it's 7 female and 4 male.

And I didn't realize criticizing and pointing out unfair treatment counts as harassment, wow.

First off, I don't think you can really compare situations like that, but also... I have been through a lot in my life. Even if you were to somehow compare it, you'd lose. - try being gay in a country were it gets you killed if people find out. We have a literal death penalty, which my family fully supports. Our country is also extremely ableistic, which means that getting a higher education is out of question for me, meaning the only job I could get would be minimum wage. And I'm still passed over for those, because again ableism. So I'm fully dependent on my parents.

Also all the people saying "write your own stuff" or "just make a second account" have clearly never had abusive parents. I share a computer with my sister and everything we do on it is monitored. My sister tried to write some (family friendly, only straight characters and the furthest it went was kissing) fan fiction for a TV show and got banned from the computer for nearly 6 months, she was grounded and her phone was broken. Not to mention all the shouting and insults our parents threw at her for being disgusting and impure, or the physical punishment. She's 16.

What do these kind, supportive friends of yours think our parents would do to me if they found me writing something with gay characters in it? The people who will yell at, insult and hit someone for writing a straight couple kissing?And do they really think having an empty account would be better than anon? It's just the same thing but with a different username.

You're back. That's what I call commitment. Sweet. And it's still not even about my own IF. Damn.

Skip this post if you don't want to hear me yapping about a bunch of unnice and very private things.

Note that what I share I don't share lightheartedly. I share it to make you see that we are people with difficult experiences, too. That we, too, deserve basic respect and kindness. That we are not so different from eachother.

And I share my experiences to show that difficult experiences don't give you a pass to be an asshole.

you said it was 5 female ROs and 4 male. It isn't - it's 7 female and 4 male.

Uhm, no. Hate to be that person, you even said it yourself: if you choose both gender selectable characters in @haydenigmatic's AMAZING story to be male, you actually have 5 female ROs and 4 male ROs. (Sorry for tagging you again, Hayden)

criticizing and pointing out unfair treatment

You really think that a story that has more female ROs than male ROs in an environment where we have way more stories with more male ROs than female ROs is "unfair treatment"? Are lesbians not allowed to swoon over some more women for a change? Maybe lesbians should now complain about every IF that has more male ROs? Does everything have to be about you?

try being gay in a country were it gets you killed if people find out. We have a literal death penalty, which my family fully supports. Our country is also extremely ableistic, which means that getting a higher education is out of question for me, meaning the only job I could get would be minimum wage. And I'm still passed over for those, because again ableism. So I'm fully dependent on my parents.

Since we are in a pissing contest now, let me dig up everything I've been through.

My country might not go to these extremes, but my neighborhood might if they find out I am nonbinary.

I've been bullied for 5 years in school, and later I was bullied another 2 years at a job I had.

My mom had lung cancer; the tumor ended up pressing on her heart until it stopped beating. I was 20.

My father had an operation on an artery close to his heart when I was 12 years old. His heart stopped beating during the operation and he was technically dead for a few minutes. He was never the same again after this. He had memory issues as if he had dementia, but the doctors found everything was okay with him.

Speaking of my father, he was a choleric asshole that beat me; also, he gave me and my brother massive insecurities and was the most emotionally unavailable person I know (except for anger, he always expressed that very well in his own way).

My father also had pancreatic cancer. I took care of him for nearly a year until he passed away, even though he was such a massive asshole. Why? Daddy issues.

The tumor pushed against the walls of his stomach and caused internal bleedings. The bleedings got worse and worse until he passed away from blood loss. I was 24; he passed away only 4 years after my mother.

Did you know that you get hallucinations if you suffer from extreme blood loss? I didn't, until I visited my dad in the hospital one day before he passed away. I still have nightmares. It's been nine years.

My brother and me weren't allowed to pursue careers that we would have enjoyed; we were pushed into fields that were not suited for us.

It took me YEARS to get a diagnosis about my neurodivergence. Why? Because where I live, neurodivergence is seen as something only children can have. And if you are not diagnosed as a child, you might as well just live the rest of your life with it, even if it sometimes seems impossible.

My brother, who I live with, doesn't know about me being nonbinary, because I'm afraid that the only person I love will push me away and I will lose my home.

I was sexually assaulted multiple times in my life and raped when I was 21 years old.

I have had exes that manipulated and assaulted me.

I am severely depressed and have been living with suicidal thoughts for most of my life now, even though I never acted on them.

I am in financial debt.

I don't even have friends or a support system in real life.

Yet, despite all of this, I am not coming for random people on the internet who share what they love for free.

In fact, I'm not messaging anyone unless I have something nice to say, and if I have criticism, I word it in a nice and constructive way, so people don't take it the wrong way; I want to be constructive, not destructive.

Despite all of what I've experienced, I don't think someone treats me or a group I am part of unfairly because a story they write doesn't cater to my every whim. And I surely don't attack them just because their story might not be my cup of tea.

I share a computer with my sister and everything we do on it is monitored.

Interesting how you are allowed on tumblr. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt here.

My sister tried to write some (family friendly, only straight characters and the furthest it went was kissing) fan fiction for a TV show and got banned from the computer for nearly 6 months, she was grounded and her phone was broken. Not to mention all the shouting and insults our parents threw at her for being disgusting and impure, or the physical punishment. She's 16. What do these kind, supportive friends of yours think our parents would do to me if they found me writing something with gay characters in it? The people who will yell at, insult and hit someone for writing a straight couple kissing?

Yeah, that sucks. That sucks a lot. And I think everyone agrees with that.

But why are you continuing the circle of hate? The only difference is that you spew online at strangers you don't know. But your words are still hurtful.

And do you really think that bashing/harassing an author (or, at this point, multiple authors) who writes stories you might be interested in is the right move? We write the stories you want to read! We pour our hearts into it and share these stories with you, for free! What do you think would happen if everyone did what you do? Would we still have IFs to read? I doubt it.

So, why are you trying your very best to manipulate me into saying "Oh my god yes, you are right, your harassment is totally justified! It should at least be the same amount of male and female ROs!"

And don't even dare saying you're not. It's very obvious. You are not subtle.

But maybe you don't even realize what you are doing. I'm giving you another benefit of doubt here.

Lastly:

If what you're saying is true, I hope you and your sister get out of the shithole you are in. I hope your parents will see that you are still their son, no matter who you love. I hope your country changes for the better. And I hope you change for the better. Because it is very clear that your situation sucks, and you are hurting, and because of that, to hurt less, you hurt others you don't care about, when you should spread love and try to change something instead.

[lostintransist]

Thoughts on Divorcing John Price?

r/AmItheAsshole

TL;DR I got married to escape my parents and now 10+ years in I think I want a divorce.

How did I end up here? Ten-plus years into a marriage I don’t actually think I wanted and I’m only now starting to piece everything together. I was too young to get married. Too damn young. But thanks to the religious trauma and my parents (just assume I am throwing up a peace sign and sticking my tongue out one side of my mouth at this point because what the hell else am I supposed to do?) I took the only out I saw. That looked like one [Redacted] John [Redacted].

My parents couldn’t say shit about my marrying so fast as they did it themselves. So six months in and me, John, my parents, and the judge made it official. I was Mrs. John [Redacted]. God, I hate how we let men sit atop everything. Why couldn’t I make him take my name? I mean…my father’s name. Damn. See what I mean?

We had a good honeymoon I think? A solid week of traveling and having fun together. Once we were home though things changed; he didn’t start hitting me or anything. God forbid. The man would have woken in a box on the way to the hospital and he knew it. Much as he wanted a “traditional” wife he picked me knowing I kowtow to no one and nothing.

That might have been the start of the problems actually. He was gone so much that I set everything up in every flat he moved us to. And what did every flat reflect? Me. As much as John let me in he barred me out with the same fervor I imagine Bluebeard guarded his bodies. I get it though, we both had issues from childhood we had yet to unpack or quite frankly address in ourselves let alone our marriage. I’m ashamed it took me nearly twelve years to realize the reason I said yes to the marriage proposal was because I was truly scared I would never escape my childhood hell any other way.

Fuck. How does one go about planning to blow up one’s life and walk away intact?

We have kids, John and I. Three of them and I love them so much that if I ever started life over I would make all the same choices to meet them again. It’s not much of a change really, if I have full custody of them, John is hardly ever home as is. They love their father though. I wonder if I ever did. Love him, I mean.

God, I don’t know how I got here. When he leaves the only changes will be to his side of the bed and the closet. There is me everywhere else. He never fought me on it though, and would never make a decision about changing anything and actually follow through. It was like all of his choices got used up at work and when he got home all he had was a yearning for me to fix it.

The last straw shouldn’t have been what it was.

We had a good holiday together, going into the mountains and hiking and playing in creeks with our kids. I showered with our daughter, cleaning us both, and then asked him to handle cleaning the boys. It shouldn’t have been a problem. Shampoo and condition their hair and scrub their bodies then toss them in towels and clothes.

One of our boys has long hair, kiddo hates the sound of clippers and lets me brush and wash it so I don’t care that it grows. John complains that it gets everywhere and threatens to cut it off. I hate that it would somehow become my responsibility to handle if he ever did follow through. When I catch sight of this boy, clean from the bath I coax him into the bathroom to brush his hair. And what do I find? Un-fucking-washed hair.

“John? Did you wash his hair?”

A breath of silence, the hesitation slightly longer than it should be.

“I think you know the answer to that,” comes his gruff reply.

Motherfucker! If the man would fight with me instead of putting on his work face and letting the rage in my eyes simmer until all that is left is coals I might feel better. But no. I simply order the child to strip and get back in the shower so I can wash his hair. Now both of us are annoyed with John’s inability to follow through on the full process of cleaning a child. He made me lunch as an ‘apology’. I would rather he used his words than assume I understand that he did this kindness for me to show he was sorry.

It’s like the dishes all over again. Fucker can’t seem to wash the hand wash items and lets them sit until I am ready to explode and throw them into the street but won’t stop using them. If he needs them to make lunch though? No problem, he will clean the single one he is going to dirty again.

I can’t explain this to anyone though. I can’t say ‘I don’t want to be married anymore. Not for any particular reason, but I keep hoping that when the doorbell rings it’s the military in full dress coming to tell me of my husband’s death so I can move on with my life and be free.’ Yeah because that is something that will absolutely make sense to everyone I tell.

This is a head-in-hand kind of thought. What a fucking awful person I must be for my brain to assume that there is no way out other than death and wish it, even benignly, on the father of my children. God, I must be as horrible a person as I suspected. Maybe I can wait until our youngest is in school and I am back to work? I have been keeping a small part-time job so as to never fully leave the job market but even if I use all of it to pay off our shared debt other than the house it would take years to settle everything.

Would John even fight me on this? I’ve heard whispers that he might be more than friendly with some of the men he works with. Rumors get around on base, some men like their wives and share more than parenting duties with them.

I guess this is all I have to say about this for now.

So all that said AITA for wanting to divorce my husband?

Masterlist

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

VALERIE

pt.2 of pull me in

summary : due to bruce distancing himself from reader and seeing other women - the rest of thr batfamily has to watch her willow away.

Damian carefully sets out delicate China plates onto the oak table - he always ensures that he places the golden forks and its corresponding smaller spoons next to them - just like how Name taught him . It all seems like a forgone , a distant memory , but when Damian had first moved into the manor - he met Name always cooking.

She was a woman who always preferred home cooked food over bought food - taught him that having the privilege to have food and to enjoy it was a luxury many cannot afford in this time - so the fact that this family can - they should cherish it.

He was, of course, weirded, out by it - of course, he grew up having maids cook for him - he never had to think of his next meal but because he respected Name wishes . His respect was even further upheld because Name was an amazing cook - everything she's ever made him practically melted in his tongue , the taste etched into the depths of his mind.

He remembers in his earlier days of living here - he always hovered over her in the kitchen , he found it peaceful and a way to escape to constant arguing and fighting he had with the rest of his other siblings. He always gravitated to her , he didn't understand why - he already had a mother, Talia , but for some reason, he still felt the need to be around her.

Maybe it was because Name was a quiet woman and a woman who never bothered to fix him or opted to berating him about something - instead, she opted to just live in his space , to just quietly carry about herself. That doesn't mean they haven't spoken , his very first day, he remembered her asking if he had any allergies or certain food preferences.

They had other conversations, too , like the time she caught him fiddling with the washing machine when he was trying to wash his Robin suit, and she explained the workings and mechanics of using both the washer and the dryer. Or the time she caught him sneaking out, and she literally told him to use the backdoor next time.

Safe to say , Name and him bonded quietly, but that's what he loved about her - she was patient and loving - a silent type of love not one that's too overbearing or one like Bruce's were it left you guessing.

Damian sets the jug of water at the center of the table - ensuring it was perfect and neat just like Name taught him . Jason and Tim soon enough comes barreling in with takeout bags and left them on the table half hazardly.

" Tch - Jason, just because your room is a pigsty doesn't mean our dining table has to be." Damian quarreled as he immediately straightened it . " Yeah, Jay mom has a system." Tim quirks up as he helps Damian straighten it.

Jason awkwardly rubs at his head , " Sorry - never got ma's tidy genes," he apologizes . Damian rolls his eyes, but let's out a smirk . The dining door opens again to reveal Dick and Name walking in , Dick immediately pulls out a chair for Name and helps her get situated in.

" We got Chinese takeout, ma," Dick explains as he gestures towards the bags on the table. A small smile graces name's face as she gives a small nod at the boys. They immediately lit up - glad that their mom was happy with today's dinner choice.

" Yeah, we got you your steamed broccoli and beef ma " Jason says as he carefully hands her a box . Name nods as she takes the box into her hands and rests it carefully on the plate . " Jay and I got fry rice and shrimp wontons - Dick got spicy noodles with chicken, and well, we all know Damian got his sucky tofu " Tim furthers as he distributed the boxes out.

Dick practically snatches his before sitting next to Name . He opens up his box, and the smell of the spice practically engulfs the entire room, causing everyone to cough. Jason, who has opted to sit across from Name, glares at him , " Dick how spicy did you order that damn thing -" he complains.

Tim, who was sitting next to Jason, stuffed his mouth with a wonton , " $50.00 he's gonna start crying again when he eats it -" he bets. Damian takes his seat in the opposite of Name and grumbles annoyed with his siblings antics , " Grayson I swear to God if you get an upset stomach because of this on patrol I am personally going to stab you " .

Name giggles quietly - no matter how shitty life went for her - nothing could beat watching her children be happy like this. " Ya'll are being dramatic. I just got normal level this time, alright - plus I have a better spice tolerance than you all," Dick defended as he slurped his noodles.

Everyone literally rolled their eyes at that. " Dick you got the spice tolerance of an old white man," Tim muses . " Tim - you are a white old man too you shouldn't be talking either " Jason interjects.

" This argument is pointless - you all are pathetic at cuisine - only mother and I have a superb palette," Damian adds in as he carefully eats his tofu. A collective groan echoes in the dining room. " Okay - Mom has a good palette, hands down, but definitely not you, Damian." Dick argues - pointing his fork at Damian dramatically.

" Okay, first off, I am the only one here who can somewhat replicate Mother's pelau -" Damian defends . Jason , pursuing his lips cuts him off , " You burnt the bloody rice last time. What do you mean replicate ?" Jason points out. " I said somewhat, Todd, maybe Harvard should take back your English degree," Damian snares.

" When you are making pelau , rice goes in last, and then you add in your water," Name interjects before the conversation goes south and explains - her voice soft . The batboys still - its rare their mother ever talks - ever since Bruce told her voice was annoying and grating - she very rarely spoke . Safe to say , they were overjoyed . " Thank you, ma - tell them how a real cook does it !!" Jason exclaims .

" Ma, I miss your cooking - we literally have to survive off of Alfred and Dad's poor attempts," Tim practically begs. " I'm sorry, babies, you know Mama can not cook anymore like she used to, but I'm sure Alfred and your father can cook." Name apologizes , grimacing at the ' your father ' part .

The batboys too grimance at the mention of Bruce - it's no secret that they dislike him - no matter how much Name pleads and tells them to respect him and remind them that he was their father - they couldn't bring it upon themselves to respect that man . In utter rebellion, they all start calling him Bruce - even on patrol since none of them could give a shit .

Heck, that's how Selina found out . It was like any other patrol except that night , Tim and Bruce were really deep into another argument. " Bruce - I am not going to another stupid gala - especially because Ma isn't going," he argued . " Your mother doesn't control you, Tim," Bruce argued back as he continued looking over the roof - already done with the conversation.

" Yeah, well, maybe the fact that you're married to the woman should control you from being tongue deep down in some other woman, huh ?" Tim yells back before he turns away from Bruce . Selina was standing right behind him , jaw-dropped and eyes blown open in shock . Tim shoves past her before disappearing off in the night - he couldn't stand being in either of their presence .

Before anyone could say anything , the dining room's door pushes open to reveal a scowling Bruce . His neck is covered in lipstick marks and hickies , and his shirt is wrinkled. Name practically froze in her spot , arms shaking as she took him in . She could feel all of her insecurities bubble with her - practically drowning her in scalding water .

Jason scoffs - already pissed at absolute audacity while Tim just stares - his face void of any emotion. Dick's eyes got dull, really quick when his eyes drifted between Name and Bruce and well Damian - his face was red - down to the tips of his ears was red , he was practically seething in his seat - ready to pounce .

" I thought I said to make dinner Name ?" Bruce questions as he takes a seat to the top of the table. The air is tense and cold, and no one at the table makes a move to acknowledge the sheer stupidity of his demand. " And we thought being married means being loyal to your partner," Jason sassed - his glare practically cuts into Bruce's own.

" Have some decorum at the table, Jason," Bruce corrected as he stares at Name pointedly , " Again Name , why is there no dinner prepared . Are you so lazy that you have to waste my money on cheap takeout ?" He asks again. Name stayed there frozen - her lungs began to collapse on her as panic ensnares her.

" If you want dinner prepared, then prepare it yourself." Dick seethes out . Silence consumes the table once again - the air practically thickens when the dining door opens again to reveal none other than Selina , black dress equally wrinkled and her lipstick smudged.

Name stared at her and then at Bruce before standing up , her chair scraped against the floorboards, leaving a mark in its wake. " Go rot in hell " Name says , voice dripped in calm rage , eyes boring into Bruce challenging him to say something .

Name then looked to Selina , face void of feeling as she did a once over , " Last season of Channel's couture? Pathetic , at least look good if you are going to be a homewrecker " She says casually before strutting past her as if Selina was a measly fly.

The room goes silent fast, and soon enough, everyone began dismissing themselves, leaving Bruce and Selina alone to tend to each other's bruised ego's.

thank you for reading !!

please like + share + comment

note : this is a work of fiction . This work does not represent Canon versions of Selina Kyle , Talia AL Ghul, and Bruce Wayne , please do not unnecessarily hate these characters .

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Crp in the psych ward!?!?!?

What in the world made this idea real? Idk

Genre: headcannons

Characters: ticci toby, jeff the killer, masky/tim, clockwork, kate the chaser, nina the killer

Desc: i dont know what compelled me to do this, i just did. This whole thing is just "what ifs", none of them would ever ACTUALLY go to the ward i dont think, im just really loopy on muscle relaxers

Cws: Mental hospital lingo like bootyjuice and the quiet room, ik that was a trigger for me for YEARS so i thought id mention it. (If you dont know bootyjuice is a thing injected in the ass that knocks you out for hours) (crazy shit man), and general mental illness talk

Enjoy?

Toby

-is in the ward for psychosis related homicidal ideation

-is THE BIGGEST DICK TO THE STAFF

-he starts fights immediately, bro is in there to find targets

-he WILL need to be bootyjuiced. Multiple times.

-hes also a huge flight risk, he gets his green band the last day hes there

-speaking of which, hes probably in there for 10+ days

-he doesn't make it easy on staff, he throws snacks at them and stuff

-he wont take his meds. Unless its a sleeping pill, then he will

-he loves snack time, but HATES that he cant bring it into his room

-he also is not a fan of hygiene, stinky rat

- “i dont st-stink, i sh-showered 3 days ag-ago,”

-he doesn't change unless forced to, its not a fashion show

-he hates the groups, he just straight up bed rots until hes forced to leave his room

Jeff

-he is in there for something insane, like he killed a man (or at least tried to) or something

-instantly gets sent to the high risk ward

-he calms down a bit after being bootyjuiced to high hell for breaking shit and starting a brawl

-he is placed on 1 on 1 immediately, that poor tech

-he picks up a couple assult charges while hes there, both on staff and other patients

-has to be put in the quiet room a lot

-he definitely goes from person to person taking their snacks

- “you gonna eat that? You definitely shouldn't, you could go months without eating and not feel a thing piggy bitch,”

-will try to go ada but is kept there anyways

-he is LIVID at the no blankets in the dayroom rule

-he stays in the same sweatpants and hoodie the whole time. No shoes either, grippy socks are superior

-easily 2 weeks in the ward MINIMUM

-doesn't go to group and doesn't talk to doctors, is only released because they cant keep him for longer

Masky

-is admitted for psychosis/hallucinations

-he is instantly asking to smoke, and will pester the staff asking when the next smoke break is until the doctor prescribes a nicotine patch to help with cravings

-he stays in the dayroom most the time, hes not terribly tired. just mentally

-he takes medications and works with doctors because it means he can leave sooner

-he gets a journal to write in to keep sane, its not much but anything helps

-he goes to group but doesn't talk much, he doesn't like the idea of trauma dumping to strangers

-he complains about the food and the lack of variety but he doesn't turn it away or anything

- “it aint good but im hungry enough to eat a rotting horse corpse so itll have to work,”

-changes and does hygiene daily, and washes clothes when given the chance

-the only thing thats getting him through this is the idea of a good burger, a large Dr Pepper and a pack of marlboros at the end of this

Clockwork

-is admitted for ptsd paranoia and flashbacks lasting for hours

-shes only going in if shes forced to

-she is not lucid, just straight up tweaking

-she calms down a bit once she realizes no one can get in or out without a master keycard

-she is a coloring queen, she wants to color and draw all the time

-she stays in the dayroom because she feels anxious about sleeping in the same room as someone else but eventually she is able to go to her room when she's exhausted and a tech promises to sit outside her door

-she doesn't really want meds but she takes the anxiety meds shes prescribed and they really help

- “damn this is the good shit huh?”

-she will be there for about 5 days because they cant really treat ptsd/paranoia in a hospital so she gets referred to outpatient

Kate

-in the ward for suicidal ideation and drug related psychosis

-shes quiet, rocking back and forth while she's anywhere but her room

-she stays in her room most the time, only coming out for snacks and doctors. She will always be first in line for snacks

- “whens snack time, and whats the snack?”

-she doesn't go to group that much, its too loud and mind numbing

-she doesn't talk unless she has to, shes still suffering from withdrawals and is very tired

-she gets green band quickly but doesn't leave the unit unless its to go outside or if shes being forced to go to the cafeteria for once

-she trys to change clothes but it takes too much effort to try and get up. depression is rough man

-she does enjoy a nice hot shower at the end of the day, but she hates how the bathrooms dont have real doors

-she takes meds willingly, she wants to get better despite her line of work

Nina

-is admitted for a prolonged manic episode

-she is a NIGHTMARE

-she isnt screaming on purpose, but shes so manic and talking so fast its loud

-she gets diagnosed with bipolar pretty quickly but fights doctors when they try to make her take meds

-she gets bootyjuiced for starting catfights with people at least 3 times

-shes put on high risk because she wont eat anything non-vegan and even then she barely eats

- “dont you guys know eating makes you ugly?? You have no idea what they put in that meat, fuck even the dairy you-” (ramblings)

-she fully girlrots because shes not allowed to have her cool clothes or 8 million accessories or makeup

-she does shower bc they let her bring in most her shower routine stuff and she showers a LONG TIME

-she makes friends and expects the friendships to last after the hospital but they do NOT. They never do.

[queef-of-fortune]

Marionette (Doflamingo X Reader)

Chapter Forty-two

Plot: When the Straw Hat crew got separated, Kuma sent her to the kingdom of Dressrosa. Unfortunately for her, she caught the eye of none other than the king himself. Donquixote Doflamingo.

It had been days since the two of them had spoken. More like it had been days since she spoke to him. (Y/N) had been giving him the silent treatment for almost a week, and it was driving him up the wall. He’d apologized multiple times to her, yet she would only give a soft, dismissive hum in return, a grunt if he was being particularly annoying. 

Doflamingo brought her a bundle of roses, boxes of chocolate, wine, and even weed. She took all of his gifts with an unappreciative ’hmph’ and would crinkle her nose up at him before tossing her present to the side. He didn’t know how to make her forgive him. He wasn’t the kind of man to grovel or beg for forgiveness, and here he was playing the apologetic ex, begging for some kind of attention. 

He wished she’d scream in his face. To tell him how vile of a creature he was. He wanted her to put her hands on him again. To strike him across the face. He didn’t care, as long as her undivided attention was on him. Doflamingo craved her defiance. Now she didn’t even argue. She would just sit blankly, brushing off his advances nonchalantly, not a single insult left her lips. It ate him alive. 

She wasn’t broken. Just pissed. She wanted to hurt his feelings. To make him fall at her feet. (Y/N) wanted to see the pathetic sniveling man that she saw on his birthday. The one who was laying his head in her lap, grasping at the dress he picked out like it was his lifeline. And she wasn’t backing down until she got what she wanted. 

Over the days that she was ignoring him, she needed someone to vent to that wasn’t Karma. Her only other option was Violet. She knew that she worked for him, that she was obligated to run back to her master. (Y/N) didn’t care, however. As a matter of fact, she couldn’t care less if Violet went and told Doflamingo what she was saying about him. 

He could find out what a scumbag he was without having to do it herself. 

The day after he humiliated (Y/N), she was shit talking him in the library, loudly at that, with none other than Violet who nervously chewed on her nails as her eyes flipped between (Y/N) and the door, fear pulsing through her as she anticipated Doflamingo to hear. 

“Fuck him, I hate him. I wish I could leave.” (Y/N) complained, pacing the library as she spoke animatedly. “I mean who the hell does he think he is?” She glanced over at Violet briefly, looking for her reaction, “It’s not like I wanted it, or him. And whose business is it anyways? Not the whole damn family that’s for sure!” She huffed, slamming her body down into an armchair beside Violet. 

“I can’t believe you hit him and lived…” She murmured, shaking her head, “I’ve never seen him be so lenient with anyone before. Not even those he's close to.” 

(Y/N) scoffed, brushing off her reply. “I don’t know what his issue is, he gets what he wants then immediately fucks it up. Talk about self-destructive.” She rolled her eyes, exhaling deeply. 

“Yes, destructive is one word for it.” Violet gave a small nervous smile. 

This time Violet didn’t run back to Doflamingo. She didn’t need to. He didn’t ask either. He knew better. He knew he had already pissed (Y/N) off enough with his manipulative actions. Instead, he followed her around. Hiding behind corners and doors to listen and watch. 

He wanted to give her the space she desired but not fully. He couldn’t let her get too far out of reach. Doflamingo knew she had nowhere else to go, but yet something deep in his heart made him fear that she’d take off on an impulse if he pressed her too far. So instead, he watched from afar.  

He could have easily used Pica to observe her but no, he wanted to do it himself. He felt it was more romantic that way. It showed how passionate and devoted he was to her. He stayed to listen when she talked poorly of him.  Those were the times he was most interested. It was the most he heard her speak since she arrived months ago. It was exhilarating to hear her speak about something she was so passionate about, even if it was her hatred for him. 

The fire in her eyes when she called him a ‘fucking lunatic’, made his heart dance between his ribs. The way she would throw her hands up in dramatics made his stomach flutter. All the while, slurred curses flew from her lips, aimed in his direction. Part of it hurt. He couldn’t ignore the sting of her words. But it was worth it just to see that much emotion pour from her soul. 

Doflamingo knew that this dynamic wouldn’t work between them. He needed to mend their relationship. He couldn’t live with her silence forever. He missed her terribly. He wouldn’t admit it to himself or her, but he regretted what he did at breakfast that morning. It was his pride talking. He had done it with every woman he’d been with. It was in his nature to gloat. Especially when he finally got his hands on her. 

Doflamingo needed to come up with a plan, and quick. After about a week of being ignored, he had finally had enough. While drunk off whiskey in his office, he finally thought of something. At the sudden idea, he shot up out of his chair and stumbled his way to the library. It was late and the library was empty. (Y/N) had already gone to bed, so he didn’t have to worry about her catching him.  

He scoured through the fiction section, running his clumsy fingers across the spines of each book until he stopped at the one he was looking for. This book in particular stood out to him. It wasn’t as dusty as the others, hinting that it had been read recently. He carefully pulled it from the shelf, flipping it over to look at the cover. It was that shitty romance novel that he saw her reading weeks ago. 

Doflamingo began to flip through the pages, skimming the words with a grimace on his face. There had to be something in it that would give him a clue. What could he possibly do to fix what he had broken? As he fumbled through the pages, something caught his eye. In the story the romantic interest had written the main character a well-written love letter. It surely would make any woman’s heart swoon. That was it. That’s what he’d do. 

With fervor, he practically sprinted back to his office, book in hand for reference. 

Once inside, he clicked the lock behind him and plopped down in his chair. Once seated he pulled out his favorite quill and a beautiful red ink. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, downing half of it in one gulp before readying himself. He had a million things to say and yet had no idea how to say them. He tapped his fingers on the desk, unsure of how to start.

HIs eyes suddenly lit up as an idea crossed his mind. Immediately he began scratching the quill against the parchment. He wrote so fast that he could’ve swore the paper would ignite. Once finished, he held the page up, examining his hard work with a toothy grin on his face. This would surely make her want him again. He carefully folded up the letter and placed it in an envelope. Once inside he sealed the envelope with wax, stamping it with the Donquixote crest.

He stood from his chair, feeling rather confident in his work. The plan was to sneak into the room, careful not to wake her, slip the note under her pillow and be gone before the morning. He couldn’t be there when she opened it. It’d ruin it. And that’s exactly what he did. Doflamingo crept into the bedroom. (Y/N) was soundly asleep, lying on her stomach, completely sprawled out, face buried in the pillows. Gently, he slipped the envelope under the silk covered pillow before removing his coat and shoes and climbing into bed beside her.

 The next morning, (Y/N) awoke to the feeling of something soft, gently rubbing against her cheek. She groaned, scrunching up her face. She assumed it was Doflamingo, but when her heavy (E/C) eyes fluttered open, Karma sat atop her chest, rubbing her furry face against her cheek, purring loudly. She sighed, scratching under Karma’s chin before sitting up and removing the cat from her chest. 

The morning sun glared into her eyes, blinding her momentarily as she sat up. (Y/N) quickly glanced around the room, looking for her captor but he was nowhere in sight. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding in. It was relieving to not have to wake up next to his villainous grin on the pillow next to hers. 

(Y/N) huffed, flopping down on her back once more. As her head hit the pillow, she heard a crinkle from underneath. She flipped over, shoving her hand under. She felt the envelope he placed there. She pulled it out, her fingers grazing the corners before tracing the crest embedded on the letter. 

“Fuck…” She breathed out, rolling her eyes as ripped open the envelope. 

She had a feeling she knew what this was. And she was right. The page was filled with his scribbled, messy words. The letter wrote:

To mi pajarito, 

I know what I did was unforgivable. No amount of apologies can fix my betrayal. My heart aches for you. I’m desperate. I need to hear your voice, to feel your heart beating beneath your breast. 

I crave your warmth. Your presence. Abuse me, use me. As long as your attention is all on me, I don’t care. I’d let you rip my heart out with your bare hands if it meant you’d say, ‘I love you’. 

I yearn for your body against mine. I want to feel your breath against my neck, your teeth sinking into my flesh. Our souls are intertwined, whether you want to admit it or not. I know you feel it too.  I can feel my heart break each time you turn me away. It shatters only for you. No one has ever captivated me like you. 

Your eyes, your lips, your body. It’s all mine, just as mine is yours. I see the way you look at me. How you can’t decide whether or not you hate me or want to fuck me. It’s destroying you. Just give in. Let me have you. All of you. Devour me. Swallow me whole. Make me beg for mercy. Bring me to my knees. You’re already mine, just give in, let me be yours. 

If you ever leave me, I’ll burn down the entire world to get you back. 

Yours always, Doflamingo 

(Y/N) gripped the letter with both hands as Karma attempted to nuzzle the paper from her hands. His possessiveness was evident in the letter, and she felt it. She knew he meant what he said, yet he didn’t say everything he meant. He was holding back. 

“Fucking coward.” She grumbled, folding the note back up and shoving it in her nightstand. 

She wasn’t ready to see him. Not yet. 

Doflamingo sat at the head of the dining room table. The seat beside him was empty. Her seat. He didn’t know what he was expecting. It’s not like she was going to burst through the doors, begging him to take her right then and there. Instead of that, he just sulked. He hardly spoke, didn’t smile, didn’t jibe. Nothing. Just hums of agreement whenever he was acknowledged. 

This behavior didn’t go unnoticed by the family. Trebol and Diamanté kept shooting each other with troubled looks. Whereas Violet was more concerned with (Y/N)’s absence more so than his soured mood. After some time, (Y/N) came traipsing into the dining hall. She was still in her clothes from the night prior, her bare feet slapping against the marbled floor. Quietly, she took her seat, pouring a cup of coffee without even looking in his general direction. 

‘Don’t even look at him.’ She thought to herself, keeping her eyes firmly glued to the table. 

She could feel his eyes boring a hole through the side of her head, but she didn’t give him the satisfaction. 

‘I’ll just pretend like I didn’t see it.’ She thought, ‘I’ll just let him bring it up.’

(Y/N) didn’t want to eat. Her nerves were already eating her. Doflamingo on the other hand didn’t touch a thing. He just stared at her, waiting for her to say something. Anything. He’d even be pleased if she screamed in his face. Told him he was a disgusting fucking freak and that he should kill himself. As long as her attention was on him. 

Yet she didn’t say anything. And that drove him mad. Just as he was about to reach out and break the unbearable silence, she stood. Without a word she exited the room, all eyes on her form as she deserted him. He huffed to himself as the door slammed shut behind her.

‘Now what?’

[timeslipcamp]

thoughts on episode 1

continuing on with the reread!! i've actually been loving reading all of these again, it's been MONTHS since i read it. kaito and luca are so fucking funny i love these dudes

spoilers through ep 15

right off the bat we have tohma being introduced with the flash to the dark background and it is SO funny to me that that's how they chose for us to meet him in a chapter where mr long legs is the antagonist 😭 it's so funny

also LOOOOOVE how gossipy the frostheim students are GIVE ME THE TEA i forgot completely that we got some dirt on the jin/tohma/yuri situation this early

yesss keep going girl keep talking what else did you hear!!! also "disgraced himself" cant wait to find out what yuri actually did ugh. oh whoops well there's the spoiler tag i need to add then my b

anyways i love petty tohma he's so insane. his backhandedness was wasted in vagastrom i'm glad he's in a populace that can fully appreciate how petty he is. do you think he wore a monocle in vagastrom too?

honestly one of my only complaints about this story is that we don't see more of the classes. i would LOVE to sit in on an anomalous law lecture, or even biology. it would be soooo interesting to learn some of that. could just be the nerd in me but whatever

also what the fuck is moby dude. i know i've said it before in my faculty post but he's got to be an anomaly of some sort which makes his behavior so insane towards the ghouls. on the other hand, if he's in the chancellor's ear all the time complaining about these ghouls that are killing anomalies.........

idk there's no real theories there i just don't trust him lol

jin's introduction will never not be insane to me

put your leg DOWN you FREAK

that being said i was in love with him right away smh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ iconic showstopping etc etc

also love that they were looking into dante almost immediately after this year started

i guess they could also be referring to jiro but he wasn't dead, just in a coma. i'm like 90% sure they're talking about dante coming back considering that comes up again in subsequent episodes

oh wait actually i just got further in the episode and they're talking about the case we're going on.....so does that mean tohma was lying when he said these were low ranking missions since he already suspected it was something strong?

(edit, finished the episode: yes lmao jin suspected there was something stronger so they looked into it anyways)

also! hyde says he hasn't seen jin's face in about half a year. so put the betrayal at about six months before the year started in the timeline!

episode one is also where we get the first mentions of jin not being able to use his stigma. god i forgot how long episode one is, there's so much info. i feel like episode one could've easily been like, three or four anime episodes. i love kaito and luca's dynamic and it's so fun to read through it all over again

it is also fun to see how much they teased in this first episode. we got the yuri/jin drama mention with yuri's reaction to just mentioning frostheim (and jiro just being great in general as usual)

I FORGOT ABOUT RIKU AND SORA oh my goddddd shoutout to all the kingdom hearts fans

new runner up for funniest moment in the script is mc saying that she blinked when kaito took the selfie

oh super interesting--when that announcement goes off from the paintings, it shows haku, yuri (&jiro), and tohma reacting to the news. haku and yuri both used to be in frostheim and tohma is now. granted, we don't know a lot of other ghouls at this point, but it's interesting that those were the three shown. damn what episode does that get revealed in? gonna up the spoiler warning just in case lol

screaming

they really do kinda have tohma set up as a red herring for the traitor don't they? or even the whole yuri tohma incident. the only reason i really say red herring is that it's almost too apparent, like a misdirect. like here, look this way! shady petty boy has too much info! someone left jin already! it feels like a very obvious set up. honestly i'm not mad about it, it adds a whole other level of suspicion to the whole situation and that'll make the reveal that much cooler when it happens

this exchange is also really interesting in retrospect. we know rui was in clementia, but did he have some sort of history with helping people darkwick thought he shouldn't? i'm about to go reread some of rui's interactions, i know he and haku have a lot of history (and a lot beyond what we even know at this point) but this kind of makes me think that rui would have been put in the "dissidents" category that keeps getting brought up

and then the end of this conversation is so crazy in retrospect. he definitely knows what happens. it's making me think that those others that haru and taiga mentioned (gen & co) had at least one of them that tried to run or something and that's how they ended up in this situation, at least partially. maybe that's why haku ends up on darkwick's side (to save his own hide) or potentially that's why he's considering flipping back to the ghouls side. the whole interaction here with rui and then haku warning mc against doing anything feels like a crazy hint, but i don't know to what yet

"I have earned a great amount of trust from the staff at Darkwick." tohma continues to be shady smh. still don't think he's the traitor though, just a double agent of sorts.

sidenote: luca bowing to jin and introducing himself while fucking COVERED in anomaly blood and still in the basement surrounded by bodies is so good i love him sm. also him covering kaito's eyes so he doesn't look at the match PLEASE

all in all this is such a good introductory episode. it's long as hell but it has good introductions with characters, with the school, with the threat of discipline, a good starter anomaly and mystery--it's so good. it kicks off one of the minor subplots of betrayal and then also teases info about the clash....ugh just good all around imo

10/10

also tohma's in love with jin thanks bye

[mechawriterperson]

Sonic characterization debates are fucking stupid! (as well as the Sonic Communtiy, mainly Twitter)

Okay i'm not gonna beat around the bush, when comes to Sonic Characterization (specifically with the main character himself) it genuinely get's fucking annoying and honestly really aggravating at times.

especially on Twitter. Like i can't go one minute with out hearing people say "IdW sOnIc Is WrOnG" or "FrOnTiErS sOnIc Is BoRiNg" and "SoNiC ShOuLdN't EmOtE" (no seriously people have been saying that)

Now i'm just gonna say it i think IDW and Frontiers Sonic are the peak version of the character and i also want to say that Adventure 1, Adventure 2, Heroes, 06, Unleashed, Secret Rings, Black Knight. Forces, The Spinoff and even Colors and Lost World, not only stay true to Sonic's character but also show us how he developed and grew overtime, leading into IDW sonic and Frontiers Sonic.

I love Sonic as a character and i genuinely love his recent portrayals and i think this is the Sonic, that the brand and the fandom need.

I hate seeing people be so media illiterate and put other people down for enjoying the modern portrayal of Sonic. seriously, if you say you like Frontiers or IDW or anything recent, your literally gonna get called "A new gen" and i hate that!

Like i'm sorry if i like the newer stuff more than the old stuff, i'm sorry that i'm just vocalizing a subjective and totally-harmless opinion.

I'm telling you all the Sonic community is actively losing brain cells faster than Eggman getting cucked by hedgehogs for the 90th time.

The sonic Community will hate anything that comes out. They'll hate the writers, they'll hate each other, they'll hate the characters. and to those people i'll say this.... FUCK OFF! like you all aren't fans if you put other people down just because they like the newer stuff.

You don't care about the franchise or the people who are fans or people who work on this franchise. You all just want something to complain, bitch and moan about. If you hate people just because they are saying that Sonic emoting in the Metal Virus Arc and questioning his actions is bad than I'm sorry but get the fuck off the internet and don't come back.

I'm sorry if this is mean spirited it's just that it feels like i have to justify my love and enjoyment over something every time i enter this damn community. Like people complain about references that are harmless and only really are used in insistences where they fit or used for fun dialogue. Like i saw that people were getting angry that Sonic said the "The Chocolate sundae's are great" when The Apatos race track was revealed in Sonic Racing Crossworlds. Even though its a reference that fits and is totally harmless.

I was watching the Adrenaline dubs Metal Virus arc dub and i was thoroughly enjoying it. But than i started ranting about how sonic is perfectly in character in the Metal Virus Arc and he is! but then i realized that Sonic characterization debates are stupid... that the community is stupid... because no matter what IDW, SEGA or whoever produces people are gonna bitch and moan and complain and say it's wrong and stupid and what have you.

So from day this forward I won't be talking about Sonic's characterization... or Amy's Characterization for that matter because it ain't worth it. I'm just gonna enjoy them as the characters they are.

I'm gonna talk about other characters and other facets of the franchise or the community because that's more fun then trying justify my love for something.

I promise my next post will be more positive and fun.

Mechawriterperson OUT!

(also I'm not saying you have to enjoy Frontiers or IDW, you can totally dislike them and that's fine just don't be a dick about and ruin others fun).

[lqveharrington]

Simple | S.C.

Summary: first date with Sodapop Curtis <3

Pairing: Sodapop Curtis x fem!reader

Includes: just cutesy, fluffy, couple things, your sister’s name is Andrea, Steve and your sister getting frustrated when the two of you are oblivious

a/n: the Sabrina carpenter divider works for Sodapop, lol

A month since school let out, you and Soda have been hanging around one another a lot more than you usually did over the summer. Maybe because you were finally free from the shackles of Will Rogers High School or maybe it was because Soda kept calling you over to spend time with him at the DX or at home, but it seemed like every waking hour the two of you were next to each other.

Truthfully, you and Soda used to hang out anywhere and everywhere when you were younger. But ever since Soda dropped out and began working full time at the DX, there was barely time for you to ever speak with him. So over summer, you would typically spend most of your time at the DX or the Curtis house hold, not caring about the intense smell of gasoline or being deep on the East side of Tulsa.

But this year, you spent more time with him than usual. Neither of you noticed the difference, but every one else around you did.

The first one to notice was Steve. Of course he did, he worked with Soda every day.

He would watch in amusement every time he caught Soda fumbling over his words or caught you tucking and untucking strands of your hair in nervousness. He saw how in love the two of you were. Hell, whenever you came by, Soda practically ran over and enveloped you in a hug, spinning you around while you laughed. Steve didn't understand how the two of your were only friends.

“Just ask her on a date already.” Steve would always complain after you left the DX, tapping his fingers on the counter in annoyance.

And everyday Soda would reply with, “Mind your own damn business.”

“Your business is my damn business!” Steve would huff and run his fingers through his greased hair, shaking his head at Soda’s stubbornness. “And I’m saying you ask her out before someone else tries to steal her.”

The second person to notice was your older sister. And of course she noticed. Andrea always had to drive you to the DX or Curtis house because you didn’t have your stupid license, it was just her job.

But she didn’t mind. She saw how happy you would get whenever you saw the middle Curtis brother. It was like a switch flipped in you that only he could trigger. Your smile became brighter and your demeanor would instantly light up.

Most days Andrea would tease you about it, watching your cheeks tint a dark pink in amusement. On other days, she would try to get you to ask him on a date rather than wait for him to make the first move.

“Are you crazy?” You would reply as you hopped into her car, looking at her like she was going insane.

“Oh, please, he looks at you like you’re the most precious thing on Earth. If neither of you do anything, it’s hopeless.” Andrea would scoff and begin the drive back home, not missing the way you would mess with your necklace in thought.

And that’s how you and Soda asked each other on a date at the same damn time.

You and Soda were on the broken sidewalk at the park, making the trek back to your house when you both decided it was finally time to make a move. Granted, you were both talking about one of the cheesy romance movies you both saw a couple weeks ago with the gang.

“Would you—“

“Are you—“

You both flushed bright red before you nodded for him to finish his sentence, holding back a smile when he stumbled over his words. Seeing such a confident man confuse his own words was a sight to see, not that you were complaining or making fun of him.

In fact, you thought it was quite sweet.

“Are you— I mean, if you wanted to— Or, I meant are, available tomorrow night? It’s okay if you aren’t, I just thought it would be nice— Not that you aren’t nice, but it’s— well, it would be great if we went out for dinner. Like, on a date— We would be on a date.” Soda finished, his ears burning red as he scratched the back of his neck and silently cursed himself for how stupid he sounded.

Your own face felt like it was an even darker shade of red as you absorbed his words, twiddling with your fingers. You just prayed it was dark enough outside that he couldn’t see the deep blush on your face.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Soda.” You said softly, watching his eyes light up at your answer.

“Really?” He grinned and grabbed your arms in excitement, earning a laugh from you.

“Yes, really.” You tease and squeal when he pulls you into a hug, spinning you around fast enough that your feet was off the ground. When he finally put you back down, you smiled brightly. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

“How perfect.” He cupped your face and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, voice mumbled as he spoke. “You’re perfect.”

Although you’ve been out with Sodapop several times, this would be the first time you’d go out together on a date, causing your nerves to skyrocket. You had probably changed outfits ten times before settling on a pretty white sundress your mother had bought you earlier that summer. You never thought you would have a use for it until now.

“How do I look?” You ask your sister as you enter the living room, cardigan in hand as you spin to show her the outfit.

“You look great.” Andrea stuck up a thumb in your general direction, not bothering to look away from the television.

You frown and tug your cardigan on, messing with the loose strings in annoyance. “You’re not even looking.”

“Okay, I’m looking now.” She rolled her eyes and shifted from her spot on her couch, eyeing you up and down like you wanted her to. Andrea sent you a sly smirk, watching your cheeks tint pink as she whistled. “Look at you all dolled up for the Curtis boy. You’ll be fine, he’s seen you in everything.”

“Not helpful.” You mutter and look into the stained mirror beside you, tugging on the dress like you could somehow transform it into something better.

Sure you lived in the better part of the wrong side of the tracks, but it didn’t mean you were any better than the rest of the folks living there. Sometimes your shoes were too big or your shirt was too small, but your family worked hard to be where you were now for you to take it for granted. It’s just…

What if you weren’t good enough for Soda?

You stared at yourself and wondered how the date would even go. Andrea had nailed it into your heard that you already acted like you were dating, so what would change between the two of you? It wasn’t like—

Knock knock knock!

“I got it.” You call out before pulling the front door open to reveal a huge bouquet of flowers being presented. It was a mixture of so many different kinds and colors that you were shocked in the best way possible. “Oh, wow…”

Soda handed them to you, his ever-so charming smile on display just for you. “Do you like ‘em? They caught my eye on the way here and they reminded me of you.”

You thumb the petals of a pink rose as you held the bouquet to your chest, voice filled with so much emotion. “I love them, Soda. Let me just put these away and we can head out.”

He nodded and patiently waited by the doorway, heart racing in excitement before your sister showed up in front of him. Soda knew your sister was overprotective, hell, Darry was overprotective as well, but Andrea looked like she could beat the living crap out of him with one look.

Her eyes narrowed at the boy in front of her, “Hey, Sodapop Curtis.”

“Hi—“

“What are your intentions with my sister?” She cut him off and crossed her arms, doing what her father had done to her own boyfriend’s first date.

Soda opened his mouth and shut it before answering truthfully, his face flushing pink at his own words. “For now see what happens on our date. If all goes well, date her for a while and then propose. Preferably when I know she’s ready.”

Andrea looked at him up and down before humming, “Good answer, Curtis, good answer.”

“What are you doing?” You crease your brows when you find your sister standing at the doorway with a please smile plastered on her face, making you wary about anything she might have said or done.

“Nothing.” She sent you a cheeky smile and watched you leave the house with Soda, your hand automatically slipping into his calloused one. “Hey! Keep your hands to yourself, pal!”

“Andrea!” You whip around, face red in embarrassment as you feel Soda tense beside you, his hand squeezing yours.

She leaned against the door frame and watched you shake your head as she spoke, “Bring her back before 12 AM. If not, I will find you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Soda swallowed thickly before opening the car door for you and quietly murmuring in your direction, “Okay, I thought you said your sister wanted us to date.”

You waited for him to step inside the car before responding, smile turned up in amusement as he pulled out of your driveway. “She does, she’s just… Concerned I guess? No one has ever taken me out on a real date before.”

“No?” He glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, shocked that no one had the thought of ever asking you out before.

You shook your head and picked at your dress once more, keeping your eyes trained on the cracked road ahead. “Nope.”

“Well, everyone missed out.” Soda noted and signaled to the right, finally facing your properly. “You look gorgeous by the way.”

“Thank you.” You smile fondly and meet his eyes, smoothing your hands down your dress to stop your fidgeting. “You don’t look half bad yourself, Curtis.”

He clicked his tongue as he shifted his focus back on the road, letting his hand rest of the gear shift. “I should be offended after giving you such a pretty compliment.”

You laughed at his reaction and sighed softly, admiring him from the passenger seat. He truly was beautiful in his own Curtis way. You’ve known their family for as long as you lived and knew their genes were immaculate, but Sodapop Curtis was like a Greek god. You had known so many women to come to the DX just to catch a glimpse of him, but none of them were personally invited.

Only you were.

This was everything you both ever wanted. The flirting, the flushed faces, the underlying jealousy whenever someone spoke to the other—everything tumbled together and led to this very moment. The moment where you could sit and admire Soda from his passenger seat as he drove the two of you to your date.

“You’re staring.” Soda pointed out and let a smirk take over his face, feeling the warmth from your gaze on his cheek.

You hum and shot him the prettiest smile you could conjure, “It’s hard not to when someone as beautiful as you is taking me on a date.”

Soda pulled into a parking spot right below the glowing red sign, his hand coming up to tuck a stray piece of hair away from your face. “You know, we actually need to make it to dinner before we jump the gun, right?”

“Oh, shut up.” You laugh again and push his face away, grinning brightly when he rushed out of the car and to your side, holding his hand out for you. “What a gentleman, Soda.”

“Only for you.” He sent you a lopsided grin and laced his hand with yours as you stepped out of his car. He pulled you close to him, voice full of truth and pure admiration. “In all honesty, you do look stunning.”

“Thank you.” You smile sheepishly and thank him once more when he opened the door for you, eyes fixated on him.

The inside of the diner was nothing fancy or special. It was on the boundary of the tracks, so both sides tended to find themselves here whenever they had a date with their beloved. It was respectable enough for the socs, but still roughed up for the greasers to come and infiltrate every once in a while.

You and Soda found a booth by the jukebox, sitting beside one another instead of the traditional across from each other. The red seats were tattered and the floor was sticky with residue, but neither of you cared.

If you told anyone at the diner that it was your first date together, they would be pleasantly shocked.

You two were so close in proximity that some of the older couples found you both intoxicating sweet while couples your age rolled their eyes in disgust and jealousy. All you and Soda would talk about was stories and memories that neither of you knew just yet. Granted, it was rare since you both knew so much about each other.

Yet it was all whispers and giggles to everyone else.

When the food came around, the two of you took turns speaking, the other always enthralled about whatever the topic or story was. It could be about a really boring day and you could both keep the conversation going.

“You can’t be serious.” You press your forehead on his shoulder, suppressing a laugh at how crude his breakfast always was. “That’s a terrible, Soda.”

“Chocolate cake is good.” He protested and poked you with a French fry, laughing when you took it from him. “You need to try it one day.”

“Eggs, chocolate cake, and chocolate milk? I think I’m good.” You grin and pat his chest, thanking the waiter when he placed one chocolate milk shake down on the table. “You gonna drink this with egg too, Curtis?”

“Shut up.” Soda smiled and took a sip from one of the straws, eyes meeting yours when you also took a sip from the shake. His smile grew before he pulled away, resting his chin in his hands. “Is it weird that this isn’t our first time doing this?”

“Nah.” You attempt to copy his stronger accent, laughing when he scrunched his nose. “It’s not weird at all. It’s just different.”

“How so?” He swirled his straw subconsciously, looking at you with so much adoration that you felt like you had a cavity coming in.

You lean in closer, copying his stance with the same look in your eyes. “Because we’re eating together on a date, not as friends.”

Soda grinned and shook his head, face warming at the sight of you. “I think I like it better as a date.”

“I think so too.” You sip on the shake once more, not caring that your smile never left your face the second Soda came to pick you up at your house or that you were acting so in love.

The rest of dinner became a small game. It was unspoken of course, but you both saw the temptation. Whoever broke the barrier first and kissed the other lost, and you were both very competitive people. Your eyes kept darting down to his lips with every word he spoke and his eyes drifted to your lips whenever you laughed.

It was torture.

By the time Sodapop had driven you home, the sun had already set and the stars highlighted your faces brightly. Neither of you had broken just yet, but the yearning behind both your eyes spoke louder than anything else.

“I had fun.” You say softly as you move to stand in front of him, hair blowing slightly from the wind.

Soda was leaning on the front of his car, smiling down at you with his hands light on your waist. The head beams of his car was on, leaving the two of you as a black silhouette.

“Yeah?” He traced circles on your waist, the fabric of your dress soft under his touch.

You nod and pretend to wipe a stain off his shirt, resting your hands in his chest. “Yeah…”

Soda carefully moved one hand up to your cheek, thumbing the area. His voice was quiet when he spoke, careful not to break the barrier of infatuation currently housing the two of you.

“Can I kiss you yet? Or are ya still teasing me?”

“Do whatever you want.” You grin happily before finding yourself pulled into a loving kiss, letting your hands gently tug on the collar of his shirt.

He brought his other hand up to cup both your cheeks, deepening the kiss ever so slightly before the slam of your front door on your porch scared the living shit out of the both of you.

“Sodapop Patrick Curtis, you better keep your hands and lips to yourself!” Andrea yelled from the door and eyed the boy almost sneeringly, making you stifle a laugh with the back of your hand. “You get in the house missy. You’re waking up early to see this boy in the morning anyway.”

You roll your eyes in amusement before turning your attention back to the person your shared your very first kiss with, nothing but love filling the space between the two of you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Curtis.”

“I better.” He laced a hand with yours and snuck one last kiss to your lips before Andrea could yell once more. “Tell your sister hi for me.”

“She’d hate you for that.” You tease and squeeze his hand. You looked up at him and smile, “Thank you again, Soda. I dare say this is my favorite memory of us.”

“Simple and effective.” Soda said softly. “I’ll see ya later, gorgeous.”

You wave as you step up into the house, still smiling like a fool.

Yeah, you loved Sodapop Curtis.

©lqveharrington - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other media platforms

[epiphanyepica]

Thoughts on Prince's Gambit, Chapter 11

Woooweee, it's been a minute for me. I have been reading a little, but I've also been busy with other things, so I have a few chapters piled up again!

Without further ado...

...

I would like to announce that I stumbled upon a massive spoiler and I'm simply going to pretend I did not see. Denial is a river in Egypt and one in my heart. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

Not let us begin.

Damen going on about how Ravenel probably wanted a more seasoned leader to oversee the disputes with them being so close to the border and not the annoying wasp that Laurent is. LMFAO.

Deep down, I know he's falling in love with that wasp.

I might be out of it because I thought it said ‘Lord Touars had the soldiers of a soldier’ LMFAO.

Oh god, Kastor has Akielon nearly attacking Vere?

Oh, how will we ever prevent this war?

That's it. Damen and Laurent must elope immediately to preserve the peace.

Oh? Laurent wants Damen in the advising hall with him? Does he want Damen’s input or at least him taking in the information shared there?

Laurent putting his foot down and saying, “this Akielon slave is mine and he will follow me if I want him to. Move motherfuckers.”

Well, he didn't say exactly that, but I feel that the sentiment is the same.

Damen you do have a choice not to follow, you just choose to follow anyways because he's your beloved prince 🥺.

Damen goes on and on about Laurent's nature being soooo off-putting, meanwhile, he's lowkey probably getting hot and bothered just thinking about that nature he's coming to love so goddamn much.

The call is coming from inside the house, Damianos.

Damen's first instinct really went from him being concerned about his own ability to escape any given situation to him being concerned about his ability to make sure Laurent and his men can escape any given situation. I love to see it.

DAMNNNN, Laurent saying it takes a man to handle Damen.

But like, no.

It takes a “cold” bitchy little blond prince to handle him.

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE–this man Damen knows very well, will he recognize Damen as Prince Damianos???

Oh, wait, it's just fuckass Guion. Nevermind.

Damn, fuckass Guion has a lot of titles.

I can't get over the fact that Laurent lets Damen question him at all. Like it's only in private, but he just lets Damen in and see parts of himself that no one else gets to see.

I'm falling in love with Laurent 😭.

Laurent subtly trying to keep the peace between Akielon and Vere. I can't tell if he genuinely doesn't want war between them or if he's softening up to Damen enough that he's leaning more towards considering Akielons differently.

Damen leaving when Laurent told him to is interesting, but what's more interesting is that he trusts Laurent to help diffuse things for Akielos and Vere. He TRUSTS him.

Oh god, is there going to be a problem between Damen and the sentries?

Oh no, they all think Damen and Laurent are fucking, again. I mean, I'm not complaining, I just think it's funny for Damen and Laurent.

Likeeeeee…

If you're doing the time, why not do the crime 😏?

Poor Damen. He used to look forward to being wounded and separated from his men and now that he literally has been, it sucks.

But it won't suck on its own for long, since he has Laurent 🤭.

Oh no, the woman's going to make a fuss, isn't she?

I get that she lost someone she loved to Akielons, but border people here can be, quite literally, racist.

Oh, Damen was making a circuit of the walls for Laurent? I didn't think his dumbass was genuinely lost, but I thought he was testing things. Which he was, but it was for Laurent 🤭.

Damen trying to imagine himself facing Laurent from the opposite side of a war, NOOOO 😭.

Don't imagine THAT. Just marry him and bring 🌈peace🌈 to the land.

Oh nooo, Damen feels bad for being at Breteau because he's Akielon.

But the fact that Laurent's men aren't even batting an eye at his presence or causing trouble means so much. They've come so far in trusting him 🥺. Laurent, too.

It sucks that Akielos chose to attack a little village for retribution. Even Damen doesn't like it.

Is Damen angry about the attack on Akielos or angry that the dying Akielon is so smug about having killed more people in the attack on Vere?

Naos saying how Prince Damianos would never have climbed into a Veretian bed like Kastor and I'm just like 🤨 give it time, my friend.

Damen used to think similarly to Naos, but now he's softening up to the Veretians around him. I'm just thinking about how if he and Laurent become kings, they could really bring some sort of peace.

[courses-au-clair-de-lune]

I have learned that motogp has honest-to-god ass cams for the riders.

like. in what world is this at ALL helpful in understanding the racing??? like i guess i could see how the stewards could use that in crashes and racing incidents, but like. ass cam.

WHY IS THIS A BROADCAST CAMERA VIEW???

like. i'm not complaining but i feel like i'm intruding or like i shouldn't see this or something.

[thelastd0mino]

I totally agree! I think the writers could’ve done a much better job of fleshing them out past their stereotypes!

we see wrecker being intelligent multiple times, but not nearly enough for the writers to be praised for it. he’s crafty (I mean he made what was practically a rocket launcher to save them from an ambush) and emotionally intelligent, but they seem to jsut throw this at us every now and then to remind us and then just…ignore it 😅 we see how emotionally adept he is when they’re searching for omega and then they just kinda…shove it in the background 😭 I think they struggled to find the right balance between “comedy relief” and “this guy has been through some serious shit.” I can’t complain too much; it is a kids show haha. I just like analyzing!!

same with tech! we see him fight off a fully physically capable trooper when he has a broken femur (+ he ran with it…insane) and then he’s just…back to lanky nerd. I wish we got to see more of him doing similar work as Hunter because it would show better that he is a soldier!! and a damn good one at that! kaminoans wouldn’t have kept him alive if he wasn’t 😅

they like to throw reminders at us instead of making it a consistent part of their characters and it’s definitely a criticism I have of the show (still love it tho. it’s my comfort show when I don’t feel like analyzing anything LMAO)

I’m tired of people acting like wrecker is some absolute fucking idiot. like bro…yea he’s gonna seem a little dumb next to the super genius that is tech!! most people we see in the show do!!! him not knowing every word and strategy tech throws out does not mean he is an idiot 😭 the kaminoans would drown themselves before creating an unintelligent soldier. its very likely they had to go through standard commando training, and what are commandos? smart!!! he is their demolitions expert. that takes memorization, intelligence, and skill. HE’S NOT DUMB!!! STOP MAKING HIM DUMB!!!

[neo-ren]

the blue exorcist fandom on tiktok is actually so insufferable oh my god, i've been getting quite a few edits on my fyp that have gotten hundreds of thousands of likes which is awesome! i love seeing aoex content getting more recognition! but then i open the comments and its literally just people either talking about how much they hate yukio, or how they "cant watch the new seasons cause the new animation style is too bad" like holy shit do you guys do anything other than complain??? maybe instead of complaining about the series and shitting on yukio constantly in the comments of people's edits, maybe, idk, just enjoy and compliment the edit??

i get not everyone is as insane about the series as i am and most people are just casual watchers, but god forbid you have at least some media literacy. and GOD FORBID the animation changes after a whole new studio takes over, and modern anime animation has changed from 2011 in general.

i wonder if other anime fandoms on tiktok are the same way?? or is this just an aoex thing 😭

[creativity-deficient]

Why are people always so shocked when South Park handles a topic well?? I’ll see so many articles that are like “wow even SOUTH PARK is calling you guys out” tf you mean? They’ve BEEN doing this??