#i need data 🤨

[theseventhdimension]

Season 7 Hotch x male reader (FBI but maybe not directly BAU, because you know, conflict of interest…) who gets migraines frequently but usually he knows a day or so before from how he’s feeling that he’ll feel shit soon; but he’s at work or something and is hit with one because a smell or something really triggered a tough migraine? idk, fluffy comfort is my gem

Bright Lights = Big Ouch

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Male! Reader

Word Count: 1.5k+

DNI: Fem-aligned

Author's Note: This is hilarious because as you sent this in, I had a migraine the day prior, I think I have a stalker on my hands.. 🤨

As akways, all feedback is appreciated, hope you enjoy!! :))

In the grand scheme of federal disasters, you figured one rogue migraine wouldn’t make the top ten. but at one point, you knew you should’ve stayed home.

But it’d been an unusually busy week—departments overlapping like tangled wires, interagency pressure from Quantico’s brass, and Hotch running double-time trying to keep it all from unraveling. You weren’t BAU, not technically. But your department shared their floor, and your job—tech-assisted behavioral support, profiling-adjacent—often pulled you into the current of their chaos.

And if you weren’t drowning, you were at least treading water.

Strauss had a debrief scheduled for later. The kind where she asked sharp questions and raised one skeptical brow like she already knew your answer was going to disappoint her. Garcia was buried under system updates, Reid had sent three correction emails about phrasing in the latest psych files, and someone from the NSA had asked for a live data cross-pull by Thursday.

So no, you hadn’t slept well last night. Migraine dreams again. Your body always knew before your brain did. A low throb in your jaw. Pressure behind your right eye. Like thunder in the walls of a house you didn’t have the key to.

But you told yourself you’d be fine. You had to be.

Because he was here.

And if he could carry the weight of the whole unit on his shoulders, then the least you could do was hold up your corner.

You weren’t just doing this for yourself.

You were doing it so he wouldn’t have to worry.

You risked a glance across the bullpen. Hotch stood in front of the evidence board with that familiar coiled tension in his shoulders, suit immaculate, voice low and even as he spoke with Rossi. You’d barely seen him this week outside the office. Work had swallowed both of you whole. And it wasn’t like you could cling to him—not here.

Dating Aaron Hotchner wasn’t simple. You knew that going in.

Powerful. Respected. Constantly watched. Your relationship lived in the quiet moments between crises, in late-night car rides and blackout-curtained Sundays. He wasn’t cold, not with you—but he was careful. Bound by protocol. By guilt. By the need to protect everything at once, even at the cost of himself.

He would’ve noticed if you told him. If you so much as hinted at how off you felt this morning, he would’ve dropped everything. You didn’t want that. Didn’t want to be the reason he looked away from something more urgent.

So you hid it.

You told yourself you could push through. That you weren’t weak. That you were still useful.

You pushed through the morning meetings. Ignored how the light stabbed deeper every hour. Chased that high of being indispensable, of hearing your name mentioned in a briefing and knowing you mattered.

Even when a sharp pain lanced behind your eyes.

Even when your fingers fumbled over your keyboard.

Even when that little voice whispered in the back of your head: Don’t make him worry. Don’t be the weak link.

And then—midway between the copy room and Garcia’s office—it happened.

A scent.

Something thick and chemical—floral, artificial, sharp like citrus left out too long in a hot car. It hit the back of your throat and your stomach flipped. Your balance tilted. The fluorescent lights buzzed louder than before.

It wasn’t pressure anymore. It was pain. Immediate. Blinding. Unforgiving.

You turned sharply down the next hallway, past the break room, every step heavier than the last. Your hand fumbled for the stairwell door handle. You prayed—please, no one see me, just a minute, just let me breathe—before pushing it open.

The door clicked shut behind you with a soft snick, and the world changed. Dimmer. Quieter. Cooler air rising like mercy from below.

You didn’t even make it three steps down.

Your knees gave out all at once—puppet-quick, strings cut. Shoulder slammed the wall, then you crumpled hard to the landing. One hand slapped concrete, the other clawed at your temples as the migraine cracked behind your eyes like lightning splitting bone.

You scrambled, half-crawled, backward until your spine met the cold cinderblock wall. You slumped against it, legs sprawled out, head tipping back hard enough to sting.

Breathing was shallow. Useless.

The migraine drilled deeper with every pulse, each heartbeat making the pain bloom sharper. You pressed your palms flat to your face like you could trap the agony inside and stop it from leaking into the rest of your body.

God, you just needed ten minutes. Ten minutes in the dark. Ten minutes alone. Ten minutes before someone found you like this.

Don’t cry. Don’t throw up. Don’t let anyone see.

But then: footsteps.

Measured. Steady. Not rushed—just intentional. Like someone who’d been watching.

You didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Hey,” Hotch said from the landing. His voice dropped low—gentle, but grounded. “Are you alright?”

You didn’t look up. “Yeah,” you rasped. “Just—needed a minute.”

A pause. The air between you felt held. Heavy.

“You’re pale,” he said. “And sweating.”

“I’m fine,” you lied, voice thick and raw. You forced yourself upright, bracing a knuckle against your temple like you could grind the pain away, and blinked through the fluorescent burn overhead. “It’s just a headache.”

Hotch’s jaw ticked slightly. “You couldn’t even stand up straight two minutes ago.”

“I just—there’s a backlog of case data,” you mumbled, forcing the words out like each one cost a breath, “and Strauss wants that interdepartmental summary, and Garcia’s swamped—”

Hotch didn’t wait for you to finish. His hand was already at your elbow, firm but not rough, guiding you away from the stairwell like a mission in progress. You tried to resist—tried to plant your feet—but your legs were jelly beneath you, and the sudden shift in motion made your vision kaleidoscope.

“Hotch, I—” you started, breathless.

“You're not collapsing in a stairwell,” he muttered under his breath, steering you with quiet precision through the hallway.

His grip never tightened, but it never wavered either. Like he was trying not to show just how scared he was.

He nudged the door to his office open with his shoulder, the familiar scent of coffee and printer paper rushing in like something solid to lean on. Lights already dim, blinds half-closed—it felt like sanctuary.

“Sit down.” His tone didn’t rise, but there was no room for argument. He pulled the door shut behind you and turned the lock with a subtle click. Then he was at the window, closing the remaining blinds with one hand while keeping his eyes on you. “Now.”

You followed him, stubborn pride tangled in every step, but when the light hit you wrong again—when the floor seemed to tilt beneath you and a fresh wave of nausea threatened to undo you entirely—you sank into the nearest chair like your strings had been cut.

You heard him moving. Quiet. Efficient. A soft clink of plastic: water poured into a paper cup. A rustle of paper towels. And then—Hotch knelt in front of you, resting the cup beside your hand and leveling his gaze with yours.

“You should’ve told me it was this bad,” he said, voice quieter now, without judgment but full of concern. “You shouldn’t be working like this.”

“I can work,” you said. Barely audible. Barely true.

“That’s not the point.”

Your throat tightened. You dropped your gaze to your hands—trembling now, barely steady enough to pick up the cup he’d brought you. You swallowed hard. “I just…” Your voice cracked, and you pressed your lips together to keep it from splitting open completely.

“I just wanted to help. I didn’t want to… slow anyone down.”

There was silence. Not cold. Not pitying. Just… stillness. Hotch’s kind of stillness. Like the air itself was listening.

Then the chair beside you shifted. His hand reached for yours—warm, steady, gently lacing his fingers through yours like he was anchoring you back to earth.

“Hey,” he murmured, softer now. “You help us every single day. No one’s asking you to tear yourself apart just to prove it.”

Your shoulders curled in, chest folding like you could hide the wet heat creeping into your eyes. One tear slipped free before you could stop it. You turned your face away, burning with embarrassment, but he didn’t let go.

“You don’t have to earn your place here like that,” Hotch said, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “And you sure as hell don’t have to do it alone.”

Hotch gave your hand a final squeeze. “Next time, just send me a text.”

You gave him a look. “Next time, outlaw perfume.”

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Star Trek TNG // Kissing Headcanons

Authors note: Tell me why I'm barely on season 3 of TNG and for some reason I think I'm almost at the end of the show ._. This show has 7 seasons I'm-

Characters/pairings: Worf x Reader, Data x Reader, Geordi x Reader

⚠Warnings⚠: Mentions of injuries and blood but nothing graphic

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‼️Worf‼️

-He is one hundred percent r o u g h

-Even without meaning to

-Like he’s aware that he has to be gentle

-But doesn’t know how gentle

-Absolutely has drawn blood while kissing you before

-Will obviously be extremely apologetic about it but won’t explicitly show it

-Unless you’re into drawing blood

-Then he’s all like 🤨

-Although in all seriousness, he would absolutely get lost in the moment

-like superrr passionate

-bro forgets to breathe half the time

-No part of you is safe from his love bites

-And I mean the bite part very seriously

-He’s a biter for sure

-He can’t help but love the way you react to it

-And can’t help his own reaction to seeing you covered in his teeth marks (🤭)

-And if you bite him back ????

-He’s head over heels fr

His eyes will also roll into the back of his head —WOAHHH WHO SAID THAT??

����Data🤍

-He’s for sure a little confused on how to kiss at first

-Like, he’s researched how to and stuff

-but actually putting into practice is a tad bit harder than he expected

-The first time you two kiss it’s very clumsy

-Like very clumsy

-He started out by moving his lips wayy to much

-and then just kept his lips shut tight when you tried to correct him 💀

-It’s all just him figuring it out and it’s super adorable lol

-Once he does figure it though??

-bro.

-prepare to get your breath taken away

-literally. bc he gets so caught up in it that he legit forgets you need to breathe

-but seriously once he learns how to kiss properly 😮‍💨

-And although he does love kissing you on the lips, he definitely prefers kissing you on the cheek, forehead, neck, etc.

-idk why but I get the feeling he’s just into that more

-Feels more domestic to him lol

-he’s especially a fan of butterfly kisses

-both receiving and giving

-He can’t help but love the way you smile when he does so

-Also a huge fan of kissing your nose for sure

💛 Geordi 💛

-Geordi is the type of guy to be real gentle with his kisses

-He wants every kiss he gives you to show just how much you truly mean to him

-He adores both lip kisses and kisses in other places

-But either way he’s gentle and caring with his kissing

-He’s never one for a chaste or hurried kiss

-He’ll hold you in his arms tightly as he slowly covers your face in kisses

-trailing up your jaw and to your cheekbones and ending it with your lips

-And even though these kisses are reserved for when your alone together

-he has nooo problem showing his affection in public

-it’s a little more toned down of course

-but expect him to press a nice kiss on your temple every now and again

-or maybe a short but firm and nice hug (with a sneaky kiss on the neck)

-this man just wants to shower you with affection whenever he can

-and 1000% will

-oh and if you show him some fluffy affection (preferably kisses) he will melt

-he adoresss when you reciprocate his affections and he may or may not shut down every now and again

-he’s adorable 🥰

[lovemyromance]

I will always laugh at the degree argument bc it's essentially just the despos trying to prove they are "smarter"(?) and therefore their opinion on the ending pairings of a romantasy series are more valid than anyone else's, despite not using any textual evidence from the actual books and relying primarily on headcanons.

"Oh bc I have an MFA & masters in English lit I am thereby more credible to opine on materials related to fairy smut" 🤓🤓

"Oh I am a woman in stem and I work in a lab so therefore I know about data collection and your conclusion is wrong!" 🤓🤓

Genuinely I've never seen a more goofy ass group of people lmaoooo

Like first of all ...

This is assuming Elriels don't also have English lit majors, poets, writers, women in STEM, SAHMs, researchers, on our side... like imagine the level of delusion it takes to think only 100-300 Gwynriels and Eluciens in the world hold ALL the degrees in English lit and stem 🙄

Then imagine thinking you need a goddamn degree to understand a story that is neither complex nor unpredictable. Romances have very similar structures regardless of book. They follow similar patterns, plot points, and buildup. It does not take a genius to understand that.

Then... imagine yapping all about your degree and assuming it gives you some shiny badge of authority and credibility to present your opinion as fact. and then you end up being wrong 🤨

Like maybe yall should start dropping schools so I know not to send my future children to such a mid program 🤷🏻‍♀️ Because honestly what the fuck kind of fancy degree in English lit or stem do you have that makes you disregard blatant and basic evidence to this level? The ONLY evidence yall should be using is the text. Not headcanons, not stringing together out of context scenes, not deleted Facebook comments from a decade ago.

And BTW: Everyone's super proud you got a degree so this is not trying to tear down anyone's accomplishments. But use that degree, that basic education to not look down on others. To not continue this narrative that you need an X level of education to understand a BASIC, ACCESSIBLE book. It's extremely out of touch and frankly elitist from some angles.

Sincerely,

An educated woman in STEM and Quant. Finance, currently writing her own fantasy novel.

I feel very confident in Elriel but you best believe I'm not telling GA/ELs they're wrong in their opinions bc their level of education. 🙄

[kathlare]

fast times

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In the middle of a busy day at the McLaren motorhome, Lando Norris stumbles upon Amelie Dayman’s latest music video release. What starts as a casual watch quickly turns into something else entirely as he realizes just how much has changed—and how much hasn’t.

Wordcount: 1.6 k

Warnings: kinda mature content

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February 25th, 2022 - Barcelona, Spain

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ameliedayman: fast times song/video are out now ❤️‍🔥

i’m always told how fast life goes and to make sure i really live it to the absolute fullest and appreciate the moment I’m presently in, cause we don’t get any rewrites- so i wrote this to remind myself of that and hopefully this song makes you feel that way too.

too many people to thank that help my silly little visions come to life!! so i put them in this scroll

go stream go watch go go go fast fast fast

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madisonbeer: fast fast fast but why does time slow down when I’m staring at u? 🤨 → ameliedayman: @madisonbeer girl be so serious rn 😭

fan1: BLONDE AMELIE SUPREMACY IS BACKKK 🔥🔥🔥 → fan2: @fan1 we won but at what cost 😭 brunetties stay losing

fan3: "fast times" ?? nah cause i’ve been stuck on this post for 3 hours 😭

shawnmendes: this song is actually insane. proud of u always 🤍 → fan13: @shawnmendes SHAWN??? OH WE REALLY IN THE 2014 TIMELINE HUH

stelladayman: so this is what ur hair actually looks like huh?? wild. → ameliedayman: @stelladayman i KNOW u didn’t just expose me like that 😭

jackdayman: i’ve only ever known brunette amelie. who is this stranger. → ameliedayman: @jackdayman don’t be dramatic omg 😩

fan14: the fact that this is just the beginning of the wicked era… we’re so not ready 😭 → fan15: @fan14 nope. we’re DONE. i already feel overwhelmed 😵‍💫

fan9: SHES SO BLONDE. SHES SO HOT. SHES SO TALENTED. HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE GOD’S FAVORITE???

fan5: brunettes just took a major L… but I’m lowkey okay with it 😩 → fan6: @fan5 she didn’t just go blonde, she returned home 🫡

fan7: nah cause she just casually changed her whole identity and dropped a BANGER?? 😭🔥 → fan8: @fan7 glinda era is gonna be dangerous i fear 😳

taylorswift: my pop princess era queen!!! this is a BANGER 👑🔥 → ameliedayman: @taylorswift ur the reason i write songs so. crying now.

florencepugh: the song? the video? the hair? the serve is too strong 😵‍💫 → ameliedayman: @florencepugh ur approval is all i ever needed 😭

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The McLaren motorhome in Barcelona was buzzing with activity as the team prepared for another round of testing. Engineers were going over data, mechanics were discussing car setup, and drivers were in and out of briefings. Lando had just finished a long debrief with his engineers, his body still thrumming with adrenaline from his last stint in the car.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head before grabbing his phone. His group chat with Max and a few other friends had been popping off for the last ten minutes, all of them sending the same link over and over again.

Bro, have you seen this??? No fucking way she did that Holy shit, blonde suits her TOO much

Lando furrowed his brows, clicking on the link. It redirected him to YouTube. The thumbnail alone was enough to knock the air out of his lungs.

Amelie Dayman - "Fast Times" (Official Music Video)

He felt his stomach flip. This was her debut music video. He knew she had been working on her music for years, but he hadn’t actually paid attention to when her first song would drop.

And fuck. She looked stunning. Even in just the thumbnail, she looked unfairly good. Her big green eyes, her lips slightly parted, that undeniable presence she always had on screen. Lando swallowed and tapped play.

The video started with Amelie as a brunette—her hair just the way he remembered it, cascading over her shoulders, looking effortlessly beautiful. The opening shot was cinematic, her sitting in the driver's seat of a car, sunglasses perched on her nose. The song kicked in, upbeat and confident, her voice dripping with charm.

Lando barely registered the lyrics, too caught up in the visuals. And then—

Blonde.

His grip on the phone tightened as Amelie appeared again, but this time her hair was golden, flowing in loose waves, framing her face like she had stepped straight out of a dream. His jaw slackened, heart stuttering in his chest.

What the fuck.

She looked insane. Like, painfully, achingly beautiful. His brain short-circuited trying to process it.

Lando felt heat creep up his neck, his pulse pounding in his ears. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, pressing his lips together as the music video continued. Every shot of her blonde, confident, untouchable—it did something to him.

His mouth felt dry. His palms were clammy against his phone.

She had always been beautiful—he knew that. He had been obsessed with her back when she was brunette, back when she was his. But this?

This was something else entirely.

She looked unreal. Ethereal. And so fucking hot.

Lando sucked in a sharp breath, shifting in his seat. His racing suit suddenly felt way too tight, the fabric pressing against his body in all the wrong ways. He had to blink a few times, drag a hand down his face to try and snap himself out of it.

But the video just kept going.

There was a scene where Amelie was leaning against a car, twirling a lollipop between her fingers, lips slightly pursed in a way that made his mind spiral. Another where she walked through a hallway, her hips swaying, her confidence radiating off the screen. And the final shot? She tilted her head, staring straight into the camera, lips curling into the smallest, cockiest smirk—like she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

—Fucking hell,— he muttered under his breath, adjusting himself in his seat.

This was bad.

Lando didn’t know how long he sat there, phone still in his hand, screen frozen on the last frame of the video. His heart was beating way too fast. His head was spinning. His lower stomach felt tight, hot, needy in a way that he really didn’t need right now.

He swallowed, clearing his throat, trying to will the feeling away. But it wasn’t going anywhere.

He needed to do something about it.

With one last glance around the motorhome, making sure no one was paying him any attention, he pushed himself up from his chair and made his way to his driver's room. His legs felt heavy, stiff, as he walked down the hallway. He barely registered the greetings from the team members he passed, only nodding in response before slipping inside and locking the door behind him.

His chest rose and fell in deep breaths as he leaned against the door for a second, squeezing his eyes shut.

This was insane. He shouldn’t be reacting like this.

Amelie wasn’t his anymore.

But fuck, she had to know what she was doing. She had to know how good she looked.

With a low groan, he pushed off the door and ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

Yeah. He was gonna need a few minutes.

[panic-flavored]

I keep imagining some robotnik superior showing up unexpectedly in his lab and being like "🤨...Wait there are three mermai... *stone kills him*

I plan on writing a fic about this eventually, but I've been short on time lately 😭 Long story short, Robotnik moves Stone to an underwater lab he's been building to save him from being un-alived by the government, and at roughly the same time they find out Stone is pregnant. So fortunately the merfamily is totally safe! Here's a blurb from the WIP of that fic, since it probably won't be posted for a while:

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The words echo off the lifeless conference room walls and rattle around unpleasantly in Robotnik’s brain. They are not words Robotnik wants to hear, and if he’s being honest, some time ago he’d forgotten that he’d ever have to hear them in the first place.

“Doctor?” Commander Walters offers Robotnik an appropriately concerned frown. “Did you hear me?”

Robotnik clears his throat, refocusing. “No, uh- no. I must have spaced out. Say that one more time for me.” He heard him loud and clear, of course, but he wants to pick through it one more time, see if there are any loopholes or contradictions he can take advantage of to be found in the words.

“Oh, sure… I understand, I’m sure you’ve been working around the clock lately.” Commander Walters says. “I said that if you’ve acquired all the data you can from the living specimen, it’s time to turn him over to the autopsy team. It’s still your project of course, so you can be as involved as you’d like to be going forward. But after six months of research, I think it’s safe to say we can–” here, Walters does that annoying rotating motion with both of his pointer fingers, “--wrap it up.”

Robotnik feels a little bit sick. Furious, mostly, but the sour heaviness in his guts is close to making him gag. Has it been six months already? Back then, this plan didn’t bother Robotnik in the slightest. When he first stormed into the biology lab to assert himself as the project leader, he didn’t care how injured and malnourished Stone was - Stone wasn’t Stone back then, he was the ‘specimen’. Robotnik hadn’t chewed out the pitiful scientists over their subpar treatment of Stone because he’d worried about Stone’s safety, it was because they’d compromised the scientific process. There was no sense in researching a living subject if that subject was too weak and sick to move, after all.

Obviously Robotnik’s opinion had changed rather quickly. He’d been told that the ‘merman’ wasn’t intelligent, wasn’t sentient. That he was mindless and violent. Fools. Almost as soon as Robotnik dismissed the rest of the team, it became apparent none of that was true. Stone quickly proved himself to be highly intelligent, learning ASL almost as fast as Robotnik once had. He was complex, loyal, and terribly interesting. He saw the world so differently than anyone Robotnik had ever met. 

This is a very wordy way of saying that Robotnik fell in love, even if he hated framing it in such a simplistic, childish way.

Stone fell first, to be fair. He’d marked Robotnik, he claimed him, they were mates and now Robotnik is hearing another person say that Stone needs to be killed and torn open soon. It all seems so surreal. 

“You can’t just put a time limit on science, Commander,” Robotnik says icily. “Six months is nothing. I haven’t even had ample time to study his metabolic rate yet, it’s vastly different from a humans–” “Six months was your estimation, not mine,” Walters counters. “When you took over the project, that was your projected timeframe.”

Robotnik inwardly kicks himself. He originally gave himself six months to ensure he had a comfortable cushion of time, but he’d been positive four months is all it would take to collect all the necessary data before passing Stone off to another team. 

“Well if it hadn’t taken two months for the creature to fully recover from what those amateurs did to it before I arrived, I would have been done by now!” Robotnik growls. It hadn’t taken two months for Stone to recover, but it seemed a believable amount of time to a person who isn’t personally familiar with how quickly merpeople heal. “Why do you think I’ve been ‘working around the clock’, Commander? Making up for lost time!”

Walters frowns in consideration, rubbing a knuckle thoughtfully against his stubbly chin. “Ah yes, I remember reading about that in your initial reports. I hadn’t considered how much that may have set you back. In that case, I’ll give you another two months to finish your research, Doctor. Does that sound fair?”

It takes Robotnik less than a second to run the numbers, the estimations and impromptu simulations - yes, he could certainly finish his work in two months. Not the work Walters was expecting him to finish, obviously. Something much, much more important. “Two months sounds more than fair, Commander.”

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Headcanon that nobody at Spider Society knows that Hobie's real name is Hobart

And of course he's likes it that way.

Everyone calls him Hobie. Even Miguel does, the only person daring to diverge being Lyla, the little heckler with access to all of his personal data.

People always ask him what 'Hobie' is short for and he either doesn't answer or lies and NO ONE has found out his real name except Gwen and maybe Pavi

Cause BE FR if you didn't know Hobie and you only heard his nickname who the fuck would guess that it's short for

HOBART.

I don't know what else it could be but I would never in a million years say HOBART

Don't nobody look like a 'Hobart'. If you showed me your baby and said their name was Hobart I'm calling child services on you.

You can have the baby back when you learn how to act 😐🤨 I even be side-eying Peter like 'Y'all better not have put MayDay down as her GOVERNMENT name. She's just May right 😭 '

Best guess is they were joking around and Gwen said 'What is it, Hobart or something ridiculous like that?' as a joke cause she was out of ideas and Hobie just turns to her and goes 'Yes.'

And Gwens like 'Wait, are you being serious right now? Hobie, are you being serious? I'm SO sorry. I didn't mean that, its not ridiculous I promise it isn't so sorry my bad😭'

Yet to this day she can't say his name without bursting into giggles.

Hobie outright tells Pavi. Pavi, always curious (read as: nosey) asks him 'Hey, Hobie - Why don't you use your first name?'

'Because it's Hobart.'

'.....I see why you wouldn't want to use that 😊'

because that was surely enough to answer his question 😭

Disco-Spider Diane ain't even know his name was Hobie to begin with. She heard his accent and kept thought he was saying 'O.B'

As in like, [First Name beginning with O] Brown.

She hears his first name is like 'WHAT, HOBART? I thought your name started with an O.'

He's like 'Di, I mean this nicely but where the hell you'd get that idea? 🙃'

'You're O.B tho??! You SAID O.B. I thought your name was something cool and normal like Orlando. 😭😭😭 HOBART?!'

She needs to recover. Hobie just thought she was copying his accent badly.

But Hobie just FITS.

Imagine if he was named something modern. Imagine if his name was Oliver or something. He can only be Hobie.

Biggest nerf in history and he's still baller so it's okay

[cassierobinsons]

to the anon from a few days ago: sorry i'm only just getting back to you on the sam + classism discussion. putting this under a cut because it's rambly

To me the whole Sam classism thing is very much like coming from an immigrant family the people you will meet who complain about "illegals" because they didn't do it "the right way". Like generally, these are not people who hate immigrants or approve of ICE or anything like that, but they still feel a certain moral superiority in having improved their situation "the correct way". I don't think Sam thinks homeless people should all be sent to prison or anything, but I think he still looks at himself as having done something morally correct in getting out of his situation (even though he really didnt in the long run excluding the finale). You see this attitude with other things like when he asks Max why didn't you just leave. I don't think he has no empathy for these situations, but there's like a mental block of not understanding the barriers that other people might face that he didnt.

Oh i extremely know what you mean as a fellow child of immigrants. my mum will make a snide comment while watching the news and i’ll be like 🤨 oh so now we’re pretending that your friend [DATA EXPUNGED] is here totally legally huh. it comes from a small-c conservative belief that there exists a group of people who are less "deserving" than them.

“Morally correct” also happens to be how the fandom sees sam's escape from the family, when it’s just Morally neutral? Like it’s a good thing. But says nothing about sam’s moral fibre because it was for self-preservation reasons. that's not a bad thing either! and i obviously don't think fandom is bad for thinking of sam's hard work as an admirable trait but there needs to be some acknowledgement of his perspective is a little skewed.

Max is a great example to use because sam isn’t being spiteful, but he is being thoughtless and most of it is due to him literally being a man in his early 20s but like, it’s also because of how he grew up and how he got out.

sam’s judgy moments are at their most interesting in s1 because there’s so many of them and because they’re so intentional. Like, intentional on the part of the writers, not sam. his response to max is a reflection of how idk, myopic? sam’s read of dean and their family situation is. It’s an in-universe character flaw he has to work on in order to repair the bond between them, just as dean’s seething resentment over sam’s departure is something he needs to work on too. s1 is about both of them learning to see other as their dad's victim.

I think in general in the fandom you get these sort of knee jerk reactions like "no they can't be racist/sexist/homophobic/classist/etc, they don't hate xyz people" but really no one is saying they do. Like no one is saying Sam spits on poor people. No one is saying Dean thinks women are beneath him. But they both clearly have some ingrained beliefs that are ultimately prejudiced! These aren't immutable characteristics. In fact, I think for the most part if someone had an actual deep discussion with them about it they'd probably come around fairly easily, but that doesn't mean Sam scoffing at Dean hustling pool or Dean saying "sweetheart this ain't gender studies" aren't bad things to do. Like they're often understandable character flaws based on the characters backgrounds, but they're still there.

Honestly, i’d argue that plenty of people ARE saying that dean sees women as beneath him or that sam despises the poor or vice-versa etc. but like. Hmm. this is a tv show for a narrow group of people written by an even narrower group of people and thus the show reflects the views & prejudices of the people writing them. There are moments in which we’re supposed to approve of dean’s sexism but there are also moments where we’re supposed to disapprove while simultaneously approve of or at least be okay with sam’s sexism. There are moments where we’re supposed to think sam’s being a judgy snob, but there are still others where we’re supposed to wrinkle our noses at how uncouth and lumpenprole dean is in comparison to college boy sam. And that goes for the many other -isms in the show. characters are often used as vectors for the beliefs of the writers, good or bad. It’s up to the individual how they choose to make peace with that, but the problem with this fandom is that discussions about isms get heavily wrapped up with stan wars. 

Lemme give an example. It’s incredibly common in samgirl spaces to paint dean as a homophobic neanderthal. they usually do this by taking a shitty comment from season 3 and extrapolating it until they’re talking about s15 dean as if he can’t so much as look at a gay person without threatening to kill them in that sense they’re no different to the desticule circa 2020-2023 WHOA WHO SAID THAT anyway they pretend it’s just a heehee haha jokeyjoke but like. it is 2024 and they STILL can’t engage with conversations about queer dean without talking about deangirls as if they are personally endorsing homophobia! As a result if someone points out that sam makes just as many homophobic jokes as dean does and he’s just slyer about it they flip the fuck out because they’re lowkey projecting and think you’re judging them as hard as they judge you. This is why the mildest criticisms of sam prompt an insane amount of backlash. 

(i talk a little more about this phenomenon here)

and so we come to discussions about sam and classism that feel like people trying to defend him at every turn because they sincerely think we're trying to cancel him and it's pissing me off because if we can't even suggest fictional character sam winchester is maybe a little classist how the hell are we going to address the DERANGED lvls of classism throughout this fandom. i've never been in a fandom where so many people think going to college makes a str8 person better equipped to talk about queerness than actual queer people until i joined spn fandom.

(discussions about racism/racialised misogyny get a lot more complicated and a lot more depressing than anything mentioned above so i'm not approaching that topic for now. "but-" don't care didn't ask plus i probably have more melanin than you. i don't wanna talk about it!!!)

anyway. idk what i'm saying. i think i get where the defensiveness is coming from but it's annoying. what if we just mutually agreed that we're not to blame for spn's bigotry but we also have a responsibility not to reproduce that same bigotry? what if???

EDIT: coming back a day later to say that I do agree with your assertion that a deep conversation could be enough to change them! I just think that a certain part of fandom is allergic to acknowledging ANY flaw at all and that's the biggest hurdle in these discussions.

[chenswire]

Now that you said it I’m really curious about the foods in swummer files and voice lines now😳 not knowing Chinese is a pain sometimes.

copypasting this following paragraph from a writeup i did for a friend so it might sound a little more deranged than usual

in swummer's profile archive 4 they say the LGD officers will sometimes secretly(🤨) compare the difference between chen and swire's leadership styles in private; when following chen you have to yolo speedrun with her and will need half a day to recover from it while following swire requires you to multitask but in a controlled and not chaotic way and everything is very clearcut etc etc everyone generally agrees that they both 'seem to have 8 heads each, if i were in their shoes i would have been a goner after the first day' and it ends with rat king and wei two lungmen boomers drinking tea talking about the two of them too i was like ???? telenovela moment??? well not as crazy as the archive also saying that chen's desk was vacant (read: untouched and not taken over) for 2 years before swire tidied it up and put all the stuff into a box (read: not throwing them away) and labeling chen's (full) name on it (very normal about this meaningless detail)

Voice lines time

Talk 3

咳……检查了一下最近的行动记录，看得出这几年来，罗德岛的战术也更专业了，不错不错……哈？作为曾经的训练顾问看看任务记录不是很正常吗？我才没有偷看陈的资料！ Ahem...! I just checked your recent operation records, and it seems like Rhodes Island's tactics have significantly improved (lit: even more professional) in the past few years, not bad at all… HAH? Isn't it completely normal (CNT: Is there a problem) for a former instructor to be interested in this sort of thing? I-I didn't sneak a peek at Chen's data!

Talk after promotion 1

当上局长也没什么大不了的，无非是任务重了点、操心的事多了点，更能理解陈了点……啊，再强调一遍，我是接管近卫局，不是接陈的班！就算她现在回来，也是要叫我“长官”的！ Becoming the (department) Chief isn't that big of a deal. It's just that my work and responsibilities have increased by a little bit, and I can also understand Chen a little more... Ah! I'll say this again, I'm not taking over her position, but the entire LGD! So even if she comes back now, she'll have to call me Chief!

I like how she uses the same syntax? for all three, but I couldn't figure out how to word the [(noun) (verb) 少少] pattern succinctly in english AND keep the nuances lol skill issue... repeating 'a little bit more' thrice just sounds so wordy yea but anyway

the first two is 重 (heavier so a increase in both amount and importance) and 多 (more) but CNT has the last verb as 深(deeper) and also instead of 操心 its 烦 which is more like 'bother' than 'worry' aren't nuances great yippee

in her JP dub she says あのバカ龍 on the last chen mention while CN/CNT just uses the equivalent of 'her' instead of 仆街龍 but understandable because the word is a little strong lmao but im taking the nuance of her using 而家返嚟 as opposed to 現在回來 as a W regardless (something like come home vs go back)

this line is also referenced in a 123 rhodes comic strip

she does call her 仆街龍 in her module when talking to Hoshiguma though i'm tell you

别看那个了， 快帮我分分礼物。这是给你的冲浪板，这是给臭老鼠的火山��面膜，这是给扑街龙的唱片——等她回来自己拿吧，还有给老魏的水果罐头…… Stop looking at that thing already and help me sort out my souvenirs. This surfboard is for you, this lava mud mask is for that cau lau syu, this album is for that puuk gai lung—she can take this herself when she comes back, and there's the canned fruit for old Wei...

>>>>>>>>>>等她回来自己拿吧 a more literal TL would be like '(you can kinda fit a I'll/we'll in here..???Let's) wait for her to come back here to take it herself'

this and the box thing from her profile the 'waiting for her wife to return from the war' vibes is off the charts tehe still hoping we get an actual voiced Puuk Gai Lung (swire edition) one day though (looks at global)

[spocks-husband]

OKAY SO after forcing myself to finish Voyager I am finally watching Picard so I'm gonna liveblog my reactions to episode one for the Enjoyment Of The People. Spoiler warning obv lol

-the cinematography is so yass

-oh my god it's my husba DATA?????

-WHAT

-HELLO???

-or is that B4...?

-I have to rewatch the TNG movies :/

-When did Jean-Luc start drinking his tea with milk????

-i love my husband Jean-Luc so much hes so hot even at 83 <<3

-uhhhh what's. Oh my god. Oh it was a dream. Oh I'm gonna kill myself.

-THE DOGS NAME IS NUMBER ONE ☹️

-AWWW HE'S BACK IN FRANCE :(

-who are these new people

-i'm uncomfortable

-WHAT the fuck is up with the replicators

-OH DAMN LMAOOO THEY BOUTTA DIE

-omg I'm from Seattle too she's just like me fr fr

-me when I'm murdering bitches

-of course the Black boy dies immediately ‼️ yasss ‼️‼️

-Intro was kinda meh ngl :/

-why is there SO much piano going on

-my beautiful old man boyfriend...

-JEAN LUC SPEAKING FRENCH IS GONNA MAKE ME CUM.

-sorry ☹️

-omg ....... Who is this sexy romulan man......

-DECAF??????

-he looks so tired someone please let this man go home 😭😭 my poor baby Patrick :(

-literally who are these people

-I always forget about that the Romulan supernova happened outside STO 💀

-Why is she bullying my bf. Kill yourself.

-GOD HE'S SUCH A GOOD ACTOR I'M SCREAMINGGGG

-I need to perform this monologue

-literally who is this girl 😭

-can you leave my husband alone please

-the writing just took a random turn downward

-PLEASEEEE I'M SO IN LOVE WITH HIM

-stop looking at him like that 🤨🤨

-dahj has Mary Sue energy I'm sorry 😭

-STOP TOUCHING HIM I'M GOING FERAL

-i also hallucinate Data being in my backyard

-Its probably just because we have better camera quality now then we did in the nineties but Brent's contacts are making me so uncomfortable 😭

-why does he say stasis like that 💀

-THE PICARD DAY BANNER :(

-DAUGHTER??????

-didnt we already do this in that one TNG episode

-OHH wait is she an android

-i want Jean-Luc so bad no one understands

-WAIT OH MY GOD I JUST GOT IT

-I JUST UNDERSTOOD WHAT'S HAPPENING

-HOLY SHIT

-Why are they making this sad old man run so much he's in his 80s 😭😭

-WAIT DID SHE JUST DIE LMAOOO NO FUCKIN WAYYY

-Number One is my favorite character other than my boyfriend, he's so perfect

-"I haven't been living, I've been waiting to die" OKAY SO YOU CAN WRITE WELL YOU JUST CHOSE NOT TO FOR THE PAST LIKE TWENTY MINUTES LMAOO

-omg hi B4!!

-i miss data ☹️

-DR MADDOX???? UGHHHH

-PAIRS??? THERE'S TWO OF THEM????

-that transition was bomb asf

-HOT ROMULAN GUY HOT ROMULAN GUY why is he British OH MY GOD THERE'S THE OTHER ONE

-damn straight to the traumadump

-this dialogue is kinda stilted tbh

-erm is that a Borg cube 🤨🤨

Overall rating 6/10

[kaiba-cave]

When I woke up to start work tonight our wifi was off again. 🤔 I find it suspiciously weird that it’s gone off about the same time two nights in a row. Could just be coincidence, but for some reason I have a feeling the landlord unplugged the router or something. I don’t know why he would do that, unless it was to keep his kids off it or something. Maybe he forgot I work nights and assumed everyone would be asleep? I mean, even if I didn’t have to work, he shouldn’t be turning it off at night since the wifi is included in our rent. I stay up well past 11pm even on my days off so if the wifi is off all night, that annoys the crap out of me, especially since my cellular data barely works in a basement apartment so close to the border. And I don’t have a hotspot so even if it did work I can’t even use that on my work laptop.

The fact that it was completely off, not even available to be connected to, is weird too. Like, yeah sometimes it will show it’s connected and not be working and has to be reset, but the past two nights it wasn’t available at all, which usually only happens if the router is off.

I was luckily able to get ahold of his ex and have her message him to fix it because I need to work. Otherwise I would’ve had to go into the office. I have to work the whole rest of the week so it better not happen again. If he forgot that I work nights, he’s been reminded.

Again it might not even be him but I dunno, seems weird. 🤨

[ask-squip-official]

"No matter how attractive the fanart may be" do you have something to tell us? 🤨🤨🤨

Need I provide more images as data points?

[istherewifiinhell]

hand on rbing prev post as circling back around on sts thought apparently gave me enough to say it needed to escape the tags and be its own post. um! the emh from voy: my wife is a bitch and i love her so much

i think the emh is like. the exact definition of "the soul first shows itself by a gnashing of teeth" as its all well add good to appreciate the aliveness of nice and polite data who follows all the rules and is like. even MORE real than a flesh and blood person.

(in sense of his tangibility... his mechanical complexity and physical and mental competencies. are MORE than that of a traditionally recognized person. you know? not that that is an accurate summation of how the show acts about him. the only person who thinks that is julian bashir lmao. more often its like the. oh you disrespect him? well disrespect THIS! [he does a feat unmatched by any of the biological life forms around him] which... isnt exactly useful as principled, ideological and philosophic statement, about who gains the right of person-hood. OR RATHER! it is literally and precisely that, its conclusions sucks shit)

[Cam K podcast voice] when someone reaches for abstractions to doubt data's existent, the show throws materialist egg on their face.

The lynchpin in the proof of Data artificiality. Is that he has a PHYSICAL SWITCH, that can turn him OFF. This counters his otherwise uninterrupted verisimilitude of humanity. He looks like a toy. A thing. (Teenage wifi would like to point out if i had a big enough rock i could also turn riker off, but alas)

BUT the thing about the Doc, is that this guy ISNT "REAL". Getting shut down is not grand solemn act to the doc. It happens to him. ALOT. "Computer: End Program"... Hes so much more dependent on those around him. He isnt nearly the same as them. AND HES AN ANNOYING LITTLE BITCH about it. please turn him off when you done! please turn him ON to tell him things, and u could visit sometime... Turn your emergency holographic medical channel! cause this is a SENIOR STAFF MEETING. and hes the God Damn CMO.

AND. its not just mistreatment he gets (RIGHTFULLY!) angry about. Its that (as joelle correctly pointed out, ofc) when confused, or when things are wrong, when he has no control, he default right to agression! He is not a sad kicked puppy that goes 'oh' and 'i do not understand the meaning of ur behaviour' like data does. (again that sounds like data slander its NOT! i love data and wish ppl would stop laughing at him for having questions)

Whereas the biggest actual impediment of data's full recognition of personhood is his feelings, and suppose lack there of. He doesn't react to social stimulus the way people expect him too. If you try to goad him into a response he might say he 'is not capable of experiencing emotions such as you do' cause hes lacking the magic part in his brain that will do that. (to which... every neurodivergent person ever said: data, bestie, baby girl, they say that about a lot of people. you have clearly expressed internal experiences that are just... you baselines for emotion)

But to compare. When people say the doc isnt acting socially normal, which is an assholish thing to do, btw. HES READY TO BE AN ASSHOLE RIGHT BACK. His is INFACT, gnashing those holographic teeth! I don't think anyone has ever accused the doc of a LACK OF FEELING. Like, he has horrible beside manner, he "isn't programed for small talk"... but thats cause he's RUDE! He's too obviously prideful, snide, needling and just general, self involved for it to not seem like a DELIBERATE CHOICE that he is making.

And even when these traits are regarded to simple programing (which makes them... less real? 🤨) Examine the moments that are definitively about him claiming autonomy, engaging in recreation and becoming more self actualized. And find that a lot of them are angled to make him LESS likable. His hobbies, which he WILL speak about, AT LENGTH, include being a tropy writer, a photographer who makes hour long presentations, and a uncompromising operatic tenor diva.

(love when opera singer is used as insult, media wise, oh noooo ur TOO good at singing. your voice is TOO powerful, ur vocal control and ability to perform complex pieces in multiple languages is TOO impressive. lol. mr picardo ur so cool and u looked good doing it. frankly)

In the moments that serve to mark specific advancement in control he gains over himself, he gets to make himself MORE OBNOXIOUS! You do not, infact, get to recognize a someones full personhood without running the risk that you, specifically, might not like them! As a person!

And in dramtic turns. His true psyche breaking, foundation shaking experiences are acted to hell! It's uncomfortable to behold someone so emotional. Confusion and denial not expressed quietly, but belligerently. Meeting of sadness fear that can only be expressed as anger. Unlike the picturesq Adam and Eve figures from the end of R.U.R. (spoilers? i suppose). His awareness of the true personal impact and price of mortality is not signaled by a noble self-sacrifice, gentle weeping and pleading to not have someone taken away. It's a choice he made to save a close friend, instead of a distant coworker, when forced to choose between the two.

And then, his complete and total inability to comprehend, internalized and accept that fact. A person would be dead, truly and utterly gone from this world. Cause he wanted to save his friend instead. And the only way to ingrate this horrible fact of reality, the capital A, Absurd, was to do it as any human might.

Have a very public and loud mental breakdown, spend prolonged period of in which you cannot be left alone because your darkest thoughts will loop forever into themselves as you become more and more upset, and yet, neither can you simply avoid thinking about it, has the only way to come to terms with it is though a mire subjects that cause revulsion. The desert of thought the mind shrink from, and the truth that lies in it. Which. Is very inconvenient for all your friends who would really just rather be having a normal one.

In conclusion? The doc shows autonomy and sentience by being loud, opinionated and embarrassing. Rude, precocious, and easily offended. Self obsessed, high-mined, and anguished. Dependent, vulnerable and inconvenient. Which is to say he possible the most real anyone could ever be. That he has a much of a soul as any of us. That he is a bitch and i love him SO MUCH.

[smww4ever]

Fall Vibes 🍁🍃🍂

We are back momentarily from visiting the 28 known galaxies. A series inspired by Jor-El's monologue from the 1978 Superman movie. (Clip on IG/X). There’s so much going on there. Kal-El received knowledge on his voyage to Earth and then spends a chunk of time with holo-dad learning about tons of cosmic stuff in crystals. Crystals that we actually use in technology. They store data information so science fiction is closer to reality than we think.

Click here to read more on "Superman Memory Crystals": https://www.science.org/content/article/superman-memory-crystals-could-store-humanity-s-data-indefinitely

Diana & Clark: Autumn

The autumn season is around the corner and this month I plan to explore Diana & Clark. You’ve never really seen them interact in any live action movie or TV show as that. Unless I missed it. 🤨

(And I’m not talking about animated movies like Throne of Atlantis or even disregarding the many fan-created art and videos out there.)

My primary angst is with DCEU keeping Diana and Clark separate at every turn. Even the cheesy CW crossover omitted her. Also watching the Jenkins WW movies, Diana Prince is seen with coworkers, soldiers, global citizens, and of course Steve Trevor. Her cameos in other films for the most part have Shazam pining after her and vice versa. There's also the dialogue with Bruce Wayne (and the Flash) in the Snyder films. Bruce flirts with her and casts his eye on her but Clark doesn’t notice at all or says anything to her. (I posted several retweets on X from others that made similar observations.) I know this is old news for many but a big part of the reason for this AI exploration.

So it’s an oddity for sure. Seeing them together in plainclothes, or their human identities together interacting with each other, talking, forming a friendship. Because with that in mind as I explored them in AI, I kept thinking ‘Oh man people might think this is Lois’. I made adjustments to show the difference between the two but heck DC has managed to make Lois very much like Diana. Recall how they mocked her in Smallville when Lane wore the WW costume and many other things.

A Paradigm Shift is Needed

So what is at the core of this problem? What is driving the repetitious Superman/Lane ship and pushing SuperWonder away? Bear with me as I will try to explain and will do so in a Part 2.

In the meantime, fall vibes are dedicated to Diana & Clark, Halloween and wherever the creative river flows.

Part 2 to come...

Until next time… ✌️

Bonus:

[nephyria]

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Image: A young witch standing next to a boat looks up at some snowy mountains. She has a pointy hat, is holding a broom and a picture frame, and is white with orange-pink hair. /end ID]

OK TO CLARIFY:

No this is not based on the tweet. they’re probably riffing for the search engine though

Posted this after a breakdown bc the US president cut off public funding to Everything I Need To Live. so No, I didn’t research. I napped 🙏❤️ 😇

It’s a progressive stages platformer, not a Disco-like (?)

No I’m not linking the kickstarter, the title is in the image, poison your own data stream

Devs took inspiration from A Short Hike 👍, A Hat In Time 🤨, and Harry Potter and Hogwarts Legacy 🤢🤬🖕

“Wow, yay, tell me more!” I’m going to blow up in a Walmart like a cartoon TNT barrel

Cozy Game Development ain’t beating the allegations

Read any other book, grapple with complex and painful ideas that aren’t written by fascists. read the news. eat your vegetables. it’s good for you.

Yeah the whole dev team is pasty white lmao

Trans rights forever! We will never die! Someday all over the world my siblings will be free! 🏳️‍⚧️⚧️ Until then, we fight & survive! We will love & support each other until the planet is dust!

There’s no way. there is no FUCKING way

[tngreviews]

Season 1, episode 8: the battle

First of all, dumb name, but, whatever.

Commentary:

- Picard is growing on me as a character. This episode made me view him as less mean than I previously thought.

- When they made that joke about Data being “second hand goods” I was like 🤨😬😑. It was so weird and rude, especially since he was literally right there. Very dehumanizing (I know he’s not human but, you get my point).

- The Ferengi are… interesting. I like the way that they look but, they feel kinda antisemic. They are interesting though. (I’m Jewish so I can say that/j)

- Wes was pretty cool in this episode. He’s so smart, I would copy off of his homework if we went to school together.

- Doctor Crusher is growing on me too. She seems really nice and awesome.

- Troi is also growing on me. She’s starting to develop a bit more and I like her.

- I feel like the reason that all the characters are growing on me is that the’ve had a bit of time to develop now and they’re becoming more stable and interesting characters due to that.

- I still don’t like Riker. I don’t hate him, he’s just kinda boring.

- The whole mind control thing didn’t really make much sense. Like, why? Why was that the punishment that he chose? Whatever, it was enjoyable to watch and get some Picard backstory :)

- I haven’t had much to say about Geordie recently. I still love him, but he hasn’t gotten much to do lately, he’s just kind of the helmsman, like Sulu and Chekov. It’s sad 😔

Overall, 8/10. It was fun to watch, not boring, and overall, pretty solid. This show is definitely improving as it goes, I’m enjoying it a lot more now that the characters are more there and established. Characters are my favorite parts of all media, so, I need good ones and TNG is delivering!!!!!

[forsaire]

TO BE FAIR I do measure my husband’s dick for science. Apparently not my own but eh whatever. And I’ve never used the site for that, but comparing dicks to things like an iPhone or whatever seems fascinating in the same way making blueprints for your perfect living room furniture placement would be fascinating. And like. I guess it’s a different version of “banana for comparison”

Think the 140in lad might have an issue tho. He should probably see a specialist for that.

ya know, i get so few anon asks ever that it seems quite fitting that the chaos of this one stumbled into my lap

you started it off as if we were already in an argument and you wanted to play devil's advocate. very funny 😂😂

your explanations about vague "science" have intrigued me... i must know more. what evil are you planning on enacting with that data? ���

But i appreciate a penis haver such as yourself actually answering my call out into the night. You've arrived like batman at my hour of need. But truly, who is the bruce wayne underneath the grey mask and the thick shades...

in reference to