#if I said something incorrect (or offensive ever) let me know :)

[luna-lovegreat]

Currently obsessed with the idea that the boys go to Time for love advice, since "he's married so he knows this stuff right?"

I mean they couldn't recognize a wedding ring??? And neither did he???

And time was saying this in his youth I mean cmon

Twilight: So ancestor. What would you do if like. Malon left to another world and never came back

Time: ... bro Malon called me fairy boy and then we were married like what

Hyrule: So uhh old man. How does one. Meet a girl.

Time: By speaking to her I guess? Or not, Malon did the talking for me

Hyrule: riiiiight...

Wild *no tact*: Hey so like... what if your redheaded wife who's name started with M died.

Time: what?!?!

Wild, undeterred: but like before she proposed.

Time: ...

Wild: and you don't remember if you would have said yes. What's your advice for dealing with that?

Time: ... vent to a fairy?

Warriors: hey old man

Time: no no no not this one asking me please

Warriors: how do I get women to stop coming after me. So I can ya know. Choose without war trying to force me into relationships

Time: I can safely say I've never had that problem captain

Wars: of course not *smirks*

Wars: ok but seriously how do I make them go away

Time: ... wear a wedding ring so they think you're taken, I've got a shiny extra

Time: no no why- they won't stop, I don't know how to do love!

Time: ok well at least I have legend. That kid would never ask for advice, I'll sit by him.

Legend: so old man.

Time, looking forward to a normal conversation: yeah?

Legend: hypothetically, what would you do if you found out Malon didn't exist.

Legend: And her whole world didn't, but it did, and now it doesn't

Time: ...Excuse me for a minute.

Time, writing a letter as fast as he can: MALON HOW DO I GIVE LOVE ADVICE THEY THINK IM WISE

Malon: lol

Happy Valentine's Day guys, have a headcanon :P

The boys go to Time for love advice and Time spouts whatever wise-sounding bs he can, before shoving them all on Malon for therapy when they visit the ranch

Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse! :D

[oswaldsleftbicep]

Hi hi! So I was wondering if I could get the brothers with a so who has adhd. Have fun and make sure to take your time! ^-^

lucia, levy, & mefy + gn!so with adhd

my boyfriend, best friend, and several coworkers all have adhd, so i shall be basing this off of them lol; that being said, i don't have adhd so if any of this come across as offensive or generally incorrect, please let me know so i can correct myself

genre: fluff, comfort

cw: mentions of burnout and overstimulation

Lucia

❧ this man has got to have a little bit of this in him, he just masks so well because he's the realm's future king

❧ so he understands when you struggle with it

❧ if you're willing, he'd even share some of his tips on staying focused and collected

❧ for the most part, the two of you function pretty well together given how similar your brains work

❧ but there are still some areas you would struggle with, like simple chores or remembering important dates for the two of you

❧ lucia would not be able to keep track of due dates and meetings if he didn't have a calendar and kaim

❧ since the start of your relationship together, he's allowed you to start writing in his calendar; it keeps the both of you accountable in a way, that way no one forgets something important

❧ conversations between the two of you flow so easily, even if one of you interrupts the other with a side story, there's so bad feelings at all because the new conversation is just as interesting as the previous

❧ if that first topic was important, however, it'll take the both of you to remember what it was lol

❧ before dating, each of you had your own ways of organizing your belongings, but now that you're sharing a living space, those methods kinda had to be merged

❧ so there was definitely a conversation where you both decided where would be the proper place to put shared items so that you both could find them

❧ i don't think he himself would choose medication, but if you take any he'll do his best to help you remember, i imagine by having something by his bedside table that will trigger his memory in the morning and at night

❧ he probably fidgets/stims by twirling a pen between his fingers, tapping his finger on the table, or even humming a random tune for a few seconds

❧ the first time he sees you overstimulated he probably doesn't recognize what it is, but when you describe it to him he'd be like "hey i do that too" and he'll try a few things that usually help him

❧ side note: i don't think he gets overstimulated so much as he just gets overwhelmed, especially after long, boring days of paper work and the curtains aren't doing enough to manage the light and suddenly the birds are chirping just a bit too loud

❧ he'll take note and remember what works best for you so that if something ever goes down, he'll be at the ready to help

❧ the same goes for when you ever get burned out, he'll try some of his methods first before learning yours and implementing them on you

Levy

❧ at first you reminded him of how lucia used to be when he was younger

❧ he'd just kind of stare at you in bewilderment trying to keep up or make sense of how you operate

❧ that was at first though, once he found the patience in him to stop and get to know you, to have a whole conversation with you, he found you and your mind fascinating

❧ he's not much of a talker himself, so he doesn't mind at all when you take over a conversation

❧ in fact, he loves having debates and silly conversations with you, getting really into the topics and considering it an opportunity for the two of you to learn from one another

❧ if you get sidetracked though, he'll remember where you left off and redirect you to the original conversation, unless the new one is either more important or interesting

❧ he has a certain way of organizing things, so early on in the relationship this would be something the two of you have to talk about

❧ levy is a very clean and tidy person, but he still has his fair share of stuff lying around, like some books, a couple pairs of reading glasses, even a jacket he hasn't hung up

❧ if you're the kind of person like my bf who leaves piles of stuff on the floor and procrastinates on picking them up, he might have a thing or two to say about that, leading to a conversation on how you can help each other keep a tidy living space

❧ if you're good at keeping clean but have specific places for things, just let him know and he'll be sure to keep his things away from there so the objects don't get meddled

❧ this even goes for when his brother comes to hang in his room to bother levy, or when the housekeeping come to clean; he makes sure everyone who enters his room knows what's yours and knows that they're forbidden from touching or moving those things around

❧ mans has for sure read up on all the latest papers on adhd they have in nightmare, and he's even taken notes based on what you've told him, so he has a good idea what to expect and what the basic management and coping techniques are

❧ anything you say helps, he'll take note and help you implement those practices, even on the days when you can't quite bring yourself to do anything

❧ when you get burned out or overstimulated, he'll take you to your bedroom so you can lie down for a bit, or, if you're up for it, he'll take you someplace nice outside so you can get some air and a change of scenery

❧ if he sees someone is the cause of your overstimulation, he won't hesitate to confront them with some sassy remark, getting them to back down before leading you away from the situaiton

Mefy

❧ his initial reaction was similar to levy's, only he kept his thoughts and opinions to himself

❧ like you would never be able to figure out what he thought of you based on his facial expression alone

❧ we know from the game that he enjoys having conversation with mc, whether out of genuine interest or just a way to gain trust and information

❧ so he finds conversations with you quite enjoyable, no matter how long or all over the place they are, and he has no problem at all just sitting back and listening to you

❧ when it comes to organization, i imagine mefy as sort of a minimalist and very particular about where he stores his stuff, like all papers and confidential stuff is stored securely in his desk

❧ you pretty much have free reign of his room to place things, as long as he says it's okay for you to store items there and as long as you keep the space tidy

❧ will not tolerate things piling up on the floor or overflowing on tables and chairs, so the two of you frequently tidy the bedroom together and make sure everything is in its place

❧ if you're looking for something in particular and can't seem to remember where you put it, he has that mom ability to magically find what you're looking for, even if you never say aloud what you're searching for

❧ when it comes to managing your symptoms, he leaves that up to you. he won't go out of his way to suggest techniques unless you outright ask him, he trusts that you know what you're doing and can handle yourself

❧ he still most definitely pays attention to what helps you in case you need him to take care of you at any point

❧ the first time he sees you get overstimulated or burned out it's earlier in your relationship, and he probably scoffs at your behavior, not aware of how detrimental these episodes are to you, and wonders why you can't just get over it

❧ but once he realizes and understands, he feels guilty for thinking those things about you, and you notice he becomes more gentle toward you when you get in those situations

❧ he still leaves the coping mechanisms up to you, but he'll be more prone to pushing you to use them when you get overstimulated/burned out

❧ he used to stare at you when you stimmed, whether it was verbally or physically, thinking how odd it was for a person to do that out of nowhere

❧ but after a while of being together, it becomes so normal to him, he won't even glance over at your random vocalizations or give you a side eye when your leg bouncing shakes the table

❧ you being in his life taught him to be more patient and understanding of others, and he silently thanks you for that every day

[nex-ture]

This is the last one I swear- (for now)

Mammon reacting to reader saying they like his skintone.

Have seen too much hate on tiktok and I honestly find his tan skintone beautiful.

Scenario

Gender neutral they/them

-🇵🇹 anon

Unpopular opinion: Mammon is the second prettiest brother. Sorry I have to give first to Leviathan. But Mammon is beautiful. If anything is offensive or incorrect let me know and it will be fixed right away

My body and soul

Mammon x Reader

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are" you spoke quietly as you both laid together in bed. Silence filled the air as he clinged onto you tighter. His grib was toght but not tight enough to hurt you in any way, shape, or form.

"No..." He was quiet, it was truly something new coming from the avatar of greed. "Your hair is beautiful, your eyes look so pretty, your skin absolutely shines right now, especially when the moon hits it like this." You rolled over so he was facing the window more, one compliment after another tears built up in the great Mammons eyes.

No one had showed such kindness before, he had been the families punching bag for as long as he could remember. No one ever took him seriously and he was seen as the outcast no matter what he did.

The one compliment that stuck to him was when you complimented his skin, most of his brothers picked on him for reasons like this, other demons aswell. But you were diffrent then those horrible people, you loved him.

To most people his skin wasn't an issue but to his brothers it's what made him stick out, asmo would pick on him for his skin for the most. Having you here to heal the wounds of their horrible words was something special to him.

You rubed his back as he moved in closer to you, the silence was loud. But not in a bad way, in a comforting way. He knew you were the one, you were always going to be there to fight back every horrible thing others said to him.

You were the knight in shinning armor in his human storybooks. You made every bad thing better by simply being there with him. He would do everything to protect you as well. You were the one who saved him from himself.

[derangedhyena-delphinidae]

numerous issues with “The Aftermath of Seaworld”

When I get time to do so (aka when I’m done with the documentary), I’m likely going to make a video version of this going into the details. 

But for right now, I’ve made this. Both as a guideline for me and so everyone can begin to get an idea of the severity of issues involved.

Researching things is time-consuming and can be very difficult - believe me, I know. But I’m of the mind that if you’re making content with the intent of educating people, you have a responsibility to perform a certain level of due diligence. It IS okay to express uncertainty or doubt if you have it. It is NOT okay to confidently assert things that you do not know with certainty.

The video has an anticap slant, and I’m obviously not disagreeing on that front. But again: if you’re gonna go through the trouble of teaching people something. Bare minimum... please make sure it’s actually correct. *** 1) x ‘founded in 1964 and based out of Florida’ -  ???? Seaworld definitively began on the west coast, in San Diego, CA. And given that the first park opened in early 1964… things came together before that. Uh? 2) x ‘four people founded Seaworld [...]’ For one… it wasn’t originally conceived as a restaurant, it was originally conceived as an underwater bar/lounge. Two… calling the four guys involved in founding the place “frat brothers” is fucking ridiculous and completely overlooks a) how each was actually involved and b) the overall significance of their contributions to the field as individuals. Hint: like it or not, they were important and did a lot! 

3) x If one is going to bring up SWBGCF/rescues while talking about the literal founding of SW, it gives the impression that it’s been around for that duration. It hasn’t.  It’s actually a bit unclear when SW started an organized rescue program, but the Fund itself and all that it did came about much later. The rescue information and how it’s presented is actually INCREDIBLY complex, nuanced, and has a fascinating history (from a “bad company behaving badly” perspective). Oversimplifying this, to this degree and in this misinformative way, does the facts of the situation an INCREDIBLE disservice.  

4) x [assertive statement about what the name Shamu means]  ….Uh actually there’s several explanations for the name Shamu, and the most likely one IMO seems to be the “she-namu” one, not the “friend of Namu” one(? What is this even based on.) 4b) It’s not quite clear if she’s saying “Namu was the first ever orca to be displayed and perform shows” or or Namu was the first to be displayed and, like Shamu, performed shows. Either way, Moby Doll was the first to truly be displayed to the public, not Namu.

5) x ‘Namu died after one year in captivity and you’d think that this might deter Seaworld from doing the same thing again…’ Seaworld truly had nothing to do with Namu. And they leased/took possession of Shamu before Namu died. ‘Again’? What?

6) x “Now, PETA paints a pretty disturbing picture…” [while showing Okura’s artwork] This video segment is, and this is putting it nicely, a pile of poorly-researched BULLSHIT.  -Yes, PETA talks about Shamu’s capture, re: the harpooning of her mother. This Youtuber cannot apparently be arsed to look more than 1 Google search into this, as she proceeds to dismiss the information as potentially fabricated. There are two detailed accounts of Shamu’s capture that I’m aware of - in books - and though they have some slight conflicts, it’s absolutely NOT in doubt that the female who was very likely Shamu’s mother was 1) harpooned, 2) died from her injuries and 3) this had been done to make her easier to catch/locate because there was a fucking buoy attached to the harpoon. Which she dragged around for at least 24 hours prior dying.  So maybe don’t dismiss that as PETA hysteria, maybe TRY to determine the truth of the matter, which would inform one that it is both true and completely horrifying.  -In addition, Okura is an awesome individual who has worked very hard to create a variety of informative artwork for our cause. Okura is NOT associated with PETA and it’s borderline libel in my eyes to use their artwork in this dismissive manner when the primary sources of it can be easily identified online, with full explanations and everything. Do I take special offense to this because of the misuse of artwork? Absolutely. Artists get disrespected enough online. I’m tired of it. This kind of laziness IS NOT acceptable.

7) x ‘timeline is fuzzy about when Shamu died’ …………… it’s…. It’s really not … newspapers are pretty clear about it…..

8) x [complete and utter oversimplification of the lifespan issue, which is not acceptable for anything published in 2020. It just isn’t. If you’re going to bring it up like this, either do the legwork and get into the weeds or stay out.] 8b) [same for reproductive ages. sigh]

9) x if we’re going to talk about when Cornell was involved with Seaworld it’s very important to specify when Cornell was involved with Seaworld and not make it seem like it’s present tense.

10) x “both were rescued by Seaworld” - uh? no. Zero orcas have been rescued by Seaworld. Literally none. The infected-jaw orca was Sandy, whose story is complex and certainly does not involve Seaworld until much later. And many of the orcas in that time period had bullet wounds, often only identified post-mortem because they didn’t seem to hurt the animals much. Also, unflinchingly blending 70s captivity ethics with modern ones is also complete nonsense? 

11) x [tilikum coming from sealand] inhales I am going to make an entire video centered on this fucking subject because it’s one of the single most profound arguments for Seaworld being garbage as assessed by US government agencies in the 90s yet everyone utterly fails to mention this. Why?!

12) x what on earth is this nonsense re: quoting a quote from Zimmerman’s article - which has already been removed from its original context, so the original context is not available - and then penalizing the quote for existing as if Zimmerman’s article were the context? That is offensively disingenuous. I honestly don’t know what the original context is, either - but it’s wildly inappropriate to act as if the Zimmerman article is.

13) x this is relatively minor but ‘Paul Sprong’? You literally have his name on the screen. And then mis-reading his age too? While asserting it from a static article published years ago? Effort? Where is it?

14) x ‘another trainer, Peter’ ….. Ken Peters…. 

15) [weirdly glossing over the widely-available list of orca-trainer injuries/aggressions, despite it being central to the point.] 16) x This pilot whale outrage certainly happened but it was pretty clearly Blackfish that started the cascade of woes for Seaworld. Who has ever asserted this?

17) if you’re gonna just rehash blackfish, tell people to go watch blackfish.

18) x I’ve already gone over the context issue with Seaworld calling out Howard’s statement in Blackfish here (point 23). Which is to say, IN CONTEXT in Blackfish it’s clear what Mr. Garrett is talking about but, divorced from that, it sounds incorrect. But this Youtuber AMPLIFIES the issue by doubling down on the assertion with “no record of a killer whale doing any harm to anyone in the wild.” The surfer event should always be mentioned. Yes, there’s absolutely room for doubt. But there’s also a clear demarcation between an accidental attack (eg mistaken identity, as was likely for the surfer) and intentional one (eg the incidents at marine parks.) Why do people kneecap themselves on this point 18b) please stop acting like Luna represents orcas in general.

19) x “Howard, for all of his research…” … while referring to David Duffus’ b-roll and statements. Uh. 20) x Apparently this Youtuber has single-handedly resolved the dorsal fin issue. You know, the thing that hasn’t been properly researched ever, that has been subject to a ton of debate, that isn’t 100% settled for a variety of reasons, and almost everyone talks about in terms of theories and likely possibilities.  21) x Alexis Martinez wasn’t “torn to shreds.” In a space where even moderate exaggerations are often penalized harshly by the opposition, this kind of blatant nonsense is not welcome. Plus, the reality’s bad enough… you don’t have to make anything up!

22) x *sighs. points at own webpage*

23) Talking about the shows stopping without acknowledging how that’s a bit of a farce is something else. In addition to apparently just flipping to buying what Seaworld’s selling re: its ‘improved image.’ 

*** Tl;dr video is so unrelentingly full of errors ranging from small to egregious it makes me seriously concerned for the veracity of the rest of this person’s content. The maker of the video provided a list of their sources in their video description, which I will have time to look through in detail later. The above is solely a response to the information they present IN THE VIDEO - which, is very important because let’s be real: a lot of people are not going to look at the list of sources. People don’t even do it when citing papers (no really, you’d be surprised, fml.) For anyone who wants to whinge that I haven’t linked or asserted any sources of my own for my claims… well, remember what I said about time-consuming and ‘I’m busy’? Yhea. Getting all of that together will be part of making a video. So if you want to shrug loudly at my list here… you can, that’s your prerogative, I’m happy to say I DGAF if that’s your takeaway. 

What I hope, is that if there’s anything I’ve made clear over the While of running this blog, it’s that I don’t fuck around when it comes to sources and information and do my best to provide what information exists, all of it, not just cherrypicked bits and bobs. Anyways. Here’s step 0 at least. Please don’t share that video. Pretty please.

[beels-burger-babe]

Hey Bee! I just wanted to let you know in a nice way! With honest intentions, that your “The trouble with school” Deaf MC AU was tagged as “Deaf Representation” and I just wanted to let you know that maybe some people might not find it right?

A friend of mine and I were worried maybe someone might get offended or say something so we just wanted to let you know! :)

No stress or anything! We just thought maybe we’d let you know 👉👈

Have a great day/night!

Hey!

No worries, thanks for the concern.

It's very appreciated! I've actually been doing extremely thorough research as well as talking with and working alongside some of my followers who are Deaf to get the series as accurate at as possible!

Of course, everyone has different experiences and I am a hearing person, so there will be things that not everyone sees themselves in.

The MC in the series was born with severe deafness, but grew up using inner ear hearing aids and signs in JSL

The point of the series though, is to represent the Deaf community, give them a character with struggles and habits similar to theirs and help them feel seen and appreciated. ❤

That being said, if you're a member of the Deaf community and there is EVER anything in the AU that is incorrect or offensive PLEASE let me know so that I can fix ot right away, OR if you have an experience as someone who is Deaf or Hard of Hearing that you'd like to see represented in the series, feel free to DM me 🥰

[emonaculate]

Kisses n Kick Flips

❥ AU: Highschool!AU

❥ Genre: Fluff/Comedy

❥ Rating: 16+ (Well anyone can read because there's no explicit content, I'm just saying 16 because Eren is gonna be 18)

❥ Pairing: Skater!Eren Yeager x Black!Reader

❥ Word Count: 2.4K

❥ Warnings Include: Puppy Love, Romance, Profanity, and Injuries

❥ Author Note: I wrote this shit because I'm depressed and in desperate need of tooth-rotting romance. Attack on Titan is somehow the best and worst thing that has happened to me in a long fucking time. Not to mention @eremiie and @erotisc gave me some inspiration to work with, so thank you guys! Anyways I hope this helps everyone who is sad over the newest chapter

"Armin you don't understand, she's the smartest person in this whole fucking school; there's no way I'm gonna catch her attention." Eren groaned slamming his head into their lunch table.

"I take personal offense to that; when I'm valedictorian..." Armin frowned not reacting to Eren's physical actions, meaning he was used to seeing it.

"Sorry. But you know what I mean; she's smart and I'm just..."

"A hot-headed dumbass?" Jean quipped, now interested in the conversation at hand.

"Haha. Fuck you, horse face." Eren snapped flipping his friend off.

"I'm just saying if you wanna catch Y/n's attention; you need to completely not be...." Jean looked Eren up and down grimacing as he gestured to his entire body. "Yourself."

"That's not that bad of an idea, Jeanboy." Connie butted in, leaning on the ash-brown boy's shoulder

Before Eren could retaliate, the lunch bell rang meaning it was time for his favorite class of the day, Physics. Without wasting any time, Eren grabbed his bookbag and sprinted out of the cafeteria leaving his friends behind. The excitement began to build through his body as he raced down the halls tightly clutching onto his bag, trying to beat the bell and the other kids walking around.

He made his way into the class extremely early and sat down eagerly, finally for the first time, he'd be able to sit right beside her. A happy smile spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair excitedly.

Damn it all, life was a never-ending cycle of depression and disappointment. All Eren ever knew was pain. He knew was being a tad bit dramatic but how come nothing ever went his way? All that running and dashing was for nothing, especially since Y/n showed up to class later than usual. The only good thing about the entire ordeal was, Y/n sat near the teacher's desk, meaning he could stare at her for as long as he wanted without it looking creepy.

"Yeager, what's the answer?" His teacher snapped, irritated that he was being ignored.

"Huh? Can you repeat the question?"

"As light from a star spreads out and weakens, do gaps form between the photons?" Mr. Shadis repeated, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Um... No?" Eren started having no idea what the hell to say.

"Incorrect. As usual." Shadis scoffed with a slight smirk, satisfied that he managed to crush and embarrass yet another student.

Eren looked down as his face heated up, now he looked like a moron in front of Y/n. Maybe Jean was right, being himself wasn't going to help anything. Or better yet, maybe he should just give up on crushing on someone so out of his league.

"Mr. Shadis, I don't mean to interrupt but actually, Eren is correct. Gaps do not form between photons as light spreads out. Light is made up of tiny fundamental bits called photons. A photon is a quantum object. As such, a photon acts a little like a particle and a little like a wave." Y/n explained looking at their teacher with a slight gleam in her eyes, silently daring him to correct her.

"Ah, Miss L/n. It's nice to see you join the conversation for once, of course, you join to protect your boyfriend."

"Well I couldn't just leave him hanging when he was in the right and knew what he was talking about, isn't that right Eren?"

The smile on the said male's face was entirely too big, he had died and gone straight to Heaven. All the misfortune he had experienced before meant nothing now that Y/n had acknowledged him. He had won at life.

"Um yeah exactly. I have to say, you explained it better than I could." He cleared his throat and looked directly at her, his heart pounding through his ears as she kept eye contact with him.

"Thanks but I just tend to over-explain things, so don't feel bad. Simplicity is nice sometimes."

"Okay that enough, anyways back to the lesson at hand." Shadis grumbled.

Eren waited for the bell to ring before he shot up and walked over to Y/n's seat, the tanned girl was still packing up her belongings. Now that he was close enough, Eren could smell the sweet aroma that radiated off of her body, strawberries, and coconut. Her long braids were pulled up into a half up half down style and her edges had been laid to perfection.

The male felt his palms grow sweaty as he continued to look at her, Jesus had she always been this beautiful? Y/n looked back up at him as her two-toned glossed lips morphed into a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Hi, Eren."

"Hey... um, thanks again for earlier."

"It's no trouble really, can't let Shadis bully his students right?"

"Yeah... yeah" Eren licked his lips and shoved his hands into his pockets now growing self-conscious about what he chose to wear to school.

A tight black wife-beater, grey and white flannel with ripped blue jeans, and finally black Air Forces. Granted it was usual for him, but he wasn't sure if his usual was something Y/n would even remotely be attracted to.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after school today.." He blurted after gathering all of his confidence.

Y/n's face looked shocked for a moment before she gave an apologetic smile looking away slightly; Eren felt his heart drop to his stomach instantly knowing whatever she was about to say was going to ruin his happy mood.

"Sorry. I can't-"

"Yeah, it's cool. Nevermind forget I asked." Eren walked off, not wanting to act like a dick in front of her.

He knew his temper wasn't exactly the best, but the last thing he wanted was to blow up on her of all people. That's why he was now at the park sitting on a table beside Armin who was doing homework, which really made no sense to Eren since Armin was the one who suggested going to the park in the first place.

"I was so close man. Like all she had to do was say yes."

"So let me get this straight, Y/n defended your dumbass in class and you still fumbled the ball? Wow, Yeager, you surprise me every day." Jean laughed as he watched Connie roll the blunt.

"Say something else and I swear I'm gonna beat the shit out of you. Say something else, I fucking dare you." Eren glared as he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Ayo calm down, don't be getting mad at grade-a asshole over here because of your shortcomings. Jean is a dick don't get me wrong but beating his ass won't help your situation." Connie tsked as he gazed up at Eren.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go skate." Eren stood up and grabbed his board, moving away from his friends.

Sometimes skating was the only thing that could get him to relax, well that and his mother's cookies. But currently, the older he got, the more skating seemed to help him cope with all the bullshit he dealt with on a daily. This skateboard has been with him for years, despite how rough he was with it, it managed to outlast all of the crazy stunts he'd pull.

Eren got a running start and jumped on his board enjoying the feeling of the wind blowing on his face; his eyes fluttered shut as the wind continued to tickle his face. A peaceful sigh escaped his lips as he shifted his body, concentrating on using his other senses.

He would often skate blindfolded, there was something about having the trust all of your other senses to not wind up hurting yourself or others. More than he'd like to admit, usually it would be him that got the short end of the stick.

"Watch out!" A familiar voice screeched causing Eren to snap his eyes open.

His eyes widened as he saw a young girl sitting right in the middle of his path, usually stopping would be no problem for Eren, unfortunately since his focus was thrown off. He continued to advance towards the girl, but in the last second decided to perform a rather high Ollie. Luckily he managed to maneuver his trick perfectly, however, due to the altitude of his jump, the male lost his footing and crashed into the concrete.

"Fuck!" He hissed in pain as he knew he tore skin.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? I'm so sorry." A female voice called out to him as he laid on the ground.

"Just fucking peachy," He sat up ready to finally blow up only to come face to face with Y/n. "Erm. I mean yeah it hurt but I'm fine."

"You're bleeding and it's my fault. I'm so sorry." She panicked as she inspected his face, her warm hands darting out to grab his face.

Suddenly all the pain disappeared from his body, he was on cloud nine again. Eating shit on concrete felt like a piece of cake now that she was here pampering him.

"It's no problem, Y/n. I've felt worse." He replied trying to ease her worries.

"I turn away for one moment and then Gabi just disappeared."

"Hey, it's okay. Y/n look at me, I'm fine." He chuckled and placed his larger hand over hers.

Y/n stared at him for a moment before averting her eyes, seeming to be flustered as she stood up. She shifted awkwardly and stumbled backward, much to Eren's confusion.

"Stay right there. I got some first aid stuff in my car. I'll be right back." She mumbled as she rushed away.

Eren watched her silently with a shit-eating grin on his face, despite his nose and lip bleeding profusely. He watched her baby blue skirt flow along with the over-sized white graphic t-shirt. When Y/n came back, she held tightly onto a little girl's hand and dropped the first-aid kit clumsily as she made eye-contact with Eren.

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry."

"Y/n, I never knew you were this uncoordinated." He hummed teasingly as she bent down to grab the kit.

"I'm usually not. It's just because-" She stopped herself and smiled at him. "Nevermind it's nothing."

She sat down in front of him and began to clean the cuts along with scrapes. Y/n bandaged them all up carefully whilst avoiding looking at the male who could nothing but stare at her. His turquoise eyes greedily soaked in the appearance of her face, after-all with how close she was, how could he not?

"And done...Now Gabi," Y/n smiled sweetly, backing away from him as she grabbed the little girl's hand again. "Apologize to Eren. He could have gotten hurt."

"Why should I care? I was there first. He almost messed me up and then I'd have to start all over with my chalk." Gabi sneered and crossed her arms.

"Gabi! Apologize now. Or I'll make sure Reiner, knows about your behavior recently." Y/n said sternly.

"Fine. I'm sorry. Sorry, that you got in my way." Gabi stuck her tongue out at Eren and blew a loud raspberry.

"That's it go stand by the car. Right now." Y/n snapped looking at the child.

"But-" Gabi started as her eyes widened, seeming to not be used to punishment from Y/n.

"No buts. Go. Now." Y/n demanded pointing at the car.

Gabi walked away grumbling to herself and Y/n looked back at Eren apologetically. He stared at her with a raised eyebrow and an amused grin.

"Charming kid."

"She usually isn't like this."

"Oh really? She seems like an angel." He sarcastically replied.

"I'm sorry Eren. Is there any way I can make it up to you?" She mumbled softly looking at him with her big brown eyes.

Eren stiffened up and silently began to recite the pledge of allegiance, there was no reason for how ridiculously attractive she looked when she said that little stupid phrase.

"Let me take you on a date." He blurted dreamily not realizing it had slipped out of his mouth.

"A date?" Y/n questioned curiously.

"Yes. A date, you and me." He responded despite his chest-beating heavily.

"...I don't know." She mumbled looking away from him.

"Y/n..." Eren stood up and looked down at her, cupping her face gently, adrenaline pumping through his veins. "I've had the biggest crush on you since sophomore year. I thought that it would just go away but no matter what I've always just thought about you. Despite the two other girls I've dated, I wanted you. I've never dared to ask you because you're clearly out of my league and I just-"

He was silenced by Y/n pressing her lips against his mouth and Eren was sure he felt his knees buckle, the taste of her vanilla lip-gloss was the tastiest thing he had consumed. He kissed back desperately not wanting the moment to end, his hands held her jaw a little tighter. Y/n broke the kiss first with a bashful smile.

"I like you Eren. I've liked you since middle school. I was just nervous because I thought you were out of my league."

"Bullshit, you're like an Earth goddess and I'm just a dumbass." He protested as his hands found their way to her hips.

"No, you're sweet, caring, friendly, and all-around a really good guy." She hummed wrapping her hands around his neck.

"Mm well, I guess I can say this shit was worth the wait." He leaned down their noses touching gently.

"Definitely," Y/n repeated before Eren captured her lips into another sweet kiss.

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"Okay, I need to go now." Y/n laughed as he peppered kisses down her shoulder.

"Mm then leave" Eren mumbled nipping at her skin softly.

"I would but you won't let me leave your lap." She retorted as she looked down at his hands that held tightly onto her waist.

"Then I guess you can't go." He grinned.

"Okay, you guys are starting to make me sick." Jean stood up, setting his controller down.

"Yeah me too, Armin why the fuck did you have to set them up." Connie mumbled as he painted his nails.

"What?" Eren paused his motions and looked at his blonde best friend, who was reading a book.

"You guys kept moping to me about liking each other and whenever I advised to just be upfront about your feelings, you guys just ignored me. What else was I supposed to do?" He questioned setting his book down, as it dawns on both Y/n and Eren; they had been manipulated.

"Dammit, Armin." Y/n mumbled despite the smile on her face.

Eren was definitely in Armin's debt forever after realizing he was the reason that Y/n was his girlfriend. The brunette smiled thinking of the perfect way to help his friend, and what better way could he repay him by setting him up with his crush as well?

[whizz-things]

Don’t Erase the Ace!

There’s a reason why I want Yelena to remain asexual like her comic counterpart. 

Yes, firstly the representation. There are so few aromatic or asexual characters in movies and tv shows nowadays, much less in Marvel stuff, since everything seems to depend on romance and sexual tension to build drama. Which is O-K sometimes but it gets overused way too much. Not everything has to be about romance! Can’t we get a good ol’ heart-racing impending danger scene WITHOUT the lead characters mashing lips once in a while??

Secondly, Yelena is such a different kind of character than other asexual character’s I’ve seen. Well, to start, it seems the majority of asexual characters in TV/films seem to be men. Hmmm... I wonder why? (note: sarcasm). Please note I’m not invalidating asexual men (y’all beautiful human beings) , but I’m criticizing the fact that male writers in entertainment generally don’t write asexual female characters as much as male characters because... well, generally I think Hollywood wants these movies to be appealing to men and the idea of a attractive woman not being into sex is not appealing to them. IDK, that’s kinda how I see it. 

Yelena (at least in my humble opinion) is a very attractive woman who’s strong and independent. Perhaps a little hot-headed and stubborn, but very clearly emotionally sensitive. I think that’s important. All too many characters are written as asexual due to being socially awkward, apathetic, or just “married to their work.” I like the idea of Yelena being a healthy, vibrantly dynamic individual who’s powerful and holds strong emotional relationships with her friends and family, and she’s asexual and proud. Not every ass-kicking female in a superhero movie needs a romantic partner!

Anyway, sorry for the long post. I am not a big Marvel fan or anything, but I watched Black Widow with my brothers last night and I really enjoyed it (save for a couple moments of ‘meh’ but overall pretty good). I really loved Florence Pugh as Yelena, but I don’t really have anyone I can gush about it to. I honestly had much more to say, but my ADHD made me forget some parts I wanted to write because I got distracted watching Yelena videos 😂. Although I hope she stays aro-ace, I really wouldn’t mind seeing her form some strong emotional relationships with other Marvel girls. 

Also the amount of Yelenat art/shipper truly disturbs me greatly.

A late edit: but there's something that's been bugging me recently: Yelena in the comics is confirmed to be ASEXUAL. She is not confirmed to be aromatic. At least that I know of. We'll see if Marvel does anything with this info in the Hawkeye show (doubt they will). But I thought I'd point this out. I'm 1000% for representation and respect for asexual characters, I got just a bit annoyed by certain people aggressively gate-keeping her and asserting she's aro-ace on EVERY. SINGLE. POST just innocently mentioning her with Kate or other Marvel characters. I want her to be portrayed as asexual, too, don't get me wrong. Just don't be toxic about it please!

(If I said anything offensive or incorrect, please let me know. As I stated, I have ADHD and while in no way does that ever allow me to say rude/phobic comments, it makes me forget the original message of my text so my message may not represent what I originally wanted to say. Thank you! 😉)

[matthewfairchildfanclub]

TSC except it's incorrect quotes and it's part 2 and it's really fucking long sorry.

Cordelia: I like your top.

James, wearing a very bright shirt: Thank-

Matthew: Thanks dude, I like you to.

_

Anna: Gender is a game and I have the cheat codes.

_

Clary, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti caramel macchiato with, uh... seven shots of espresso.

Simon, behind her: Jesus Christ, Clary, just do cocaine.

_

James: If you were to die, what would be your last words?

Matthew: Finally.

James: No-

_

Izzy, on the phone with Magnus: Is it okay if I bring my weird roommate?

Simon: Would you please stop calling me that.

_

Clary: You sure you're sober enough to drive?

Jace: Yeah, I didn't drink anything.

Clary: Okay, go get the car.

Alec: [running after Jace]

Clary: It's okay, he's sober!

Alec: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!

_

Will: Jem, you have beautiful eyes.

Jem: You too.

Tessa: ...

Tessa: Did I miss something?

Will: I'm straight, I just like his eyes.

Tessa: You're gay for his eyes.

Will: Exactly!

Will: Wait, no

_

Lucie, walking out in a new outfit: How do I look?

Matthew: Holy shit, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

Lucie: Excuse you?!

Matthew: No, not you, the thing sitting beside you.

Alastair: Fuck you.

_

Magnus: You sure know a lot about the law.

Julian: I do a lot of borderline illegal shit.

_

Cordelia: Lucie! Don't let go!

Lucie, dangling from the side of the cliff: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LET GO?!

_

Kit: I think I forgot to sleep because I was looking at memes.

Dru: If you ever wonder why you have no friends, just remember that sentence.

_

Christopher: Oh, tiddlywinks.

Matthew: JUST SAY FUCK

_

Will: Swear words are banned in this house, if you say one you'll be grounded.

Matthew: Heck.

Will: You're on thin fucking ice, kid.

_

Jace: You may not know this, Alec, but I'm a flawed person.

Alec: I do know that.

_

Dru: [reading the exorcist]

Dru: [laughs]

_

Matthew: I know you can be "underwhelmed" and you can be "overwhelmed" but...

Matthew: Can you ever just be whelmed?

James: ...

Christopher: I think you can in Bulgaria!

_

James: I think I'm in love with Cordelia.

Grace: Congratulations! You're officially the last one to know.

_

Tessa: James, what are you doing here? Weren't you making spaghetti tacos with Mattew, Christopher, and Thomas?

James: Well, I was.

Tessa: ... was?

James: Well, I- it was just getting hot downstairs because of the fire.

Tessa: THE WHAT?!

(Downstairs the kitchen is completely on fire)

Christoper, looking around while Matthew and Thomas try to put the fire out with olive oil: Oh, this isn't good.

_

Jace: Please shut up.

Simon: Well, since you asked nicely, no.

_

Will: No pain, no gain!

Matthew: But I'm in constant pain and I've lost everything-

_

Matthew: If you'll excuse me, I must attend to my evening affairs.

James: You mean drinking wine and eating gummy bears until you pass out on a chaise?

Cordelia: Or reading Layla and Majnun and crying in the bath because they didn't deserve it?

Lucie: Or shouting your own poetry from your balcony?

Matthew: All three, in that order.

_

Will: What have I told you about comparing Tatiana to the devil?

Lucie: ... that it's offensive to the devil?

_

Jamie: These people are my friends!

Jamie: I've known them for twelve hours!

_

Clary: What are we gonna do?

Simon: Don't worry, you're so small they probably won't see you.

Clary: Simon, is this really the time to be making short jokes?

Simon: Clary, it's never not the time, because just like you, life is short.

_

Matthew, drunk: Always strive to eat the stars.

Lucie, half asleep: Aren't they too hot?

Matthew: Blow on them first, idiot.

_

Cashier: Would you like your check?

Ty: If someone is being murdered right now it would be my alibi, but if someone gets murdered in the store they could pin it on me.

Cashier: Sir?

Ty: I want to speak to a lawyer.

_

Magnus: If you had to choose between Jace and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you choose.

Alec: Depends. How much money are we talking about?

Jace: Alec????

Magnus: Eleven cents.

Alec: Sold.

Jace: ALEC?!!??!?!

_

Alastair: Cursing is for those who have a limited vocabulary.

Matthew: You are an audacious, ideologically unsound, captious, presumptuous, motherfucker.

_

Clary: Hey, uh, maybe we need Simon's help with this one?

Jace: I would literally rather die.

_

Cristina: Name a way to be nice to people.

Kieran: Don't stab them.

Cristina: ...

Cristina: Setting the bar a little low but I'll allow it.

_

Tessa: Where have you been?

Will: Emotional hell.

_

Kit: I made you all of you into Sims, look.

Jace: Where are you?

Kit: I'm in the grave in the backyard.

Jace:

Clary:

Jace: Put me there to.

Clary: Oh my god-

_

Emma: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Zara: You forgot me in a Walmart parking lot, like, three weeks ago.

Emma: I did that on purpose, try again.

_

Matthew: Will, did you know "thot" means "thoughtful person."

Will: Really? I did not know this modern slang.

(later)

Will: Thank you for helping me with the stables, Tessa, you're such a thot.

Tessa, wheezing: I'm a WHAT?

_

Julian: [choking]

Kit: I'm trying to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Dru: Just flip your phone upside down and use the 6.

Julian, stopping his choking for a second: What the fu-

_

Emma, getting in the front seat: Alright, is everyone ready to go?

The Blackthorns: Yep!

Emma: Okay, let's go.

(looks into the mirror to see Zara running after the van)

Emma: [whispers to herself] Goodbye you little shit.

_

Cordelia: What the hell is going on??

Matthew: Oh, great, you heard my cry for help.

Cordelia: You mean your girly scream?

Matthew: I MEAN MY CRY FOR HELP

_

James: The risk I took was calculated.

James: But holy shit am I bad at math.

_

Izzy and Magnus: [getting arrested at a protest]

Cop: Fake ID's, fake credit card. Got anything on you that's real?

Izzy: My tits.

Magnus: My ass.

_

[in a group chat]

Dru: Adding "lmao" does not hide your pain.

Kit: Yeah it does lmao.

_

Matthew: Excuse me, who made James the boss of the group.

Christopher: You did.

Thomas: You said, "James should be the boss".

Lucie: And then you said, "lets vote," and it was unanimous.

Cordelia: And then you made him a plaque that says, "Boss Of Us".

Anna: And put little sparkles all over it.

Matthew: ... All valid points.

_

Matthew: And once again, James and Matthew save the day.

Lucie: You didn't do anything.

Thomas: It was all James.

Matthew: We're a package deal. Everyone knows that.

_

Jem: I am not "too nice"!

Will: Jem, you apologized-

Jem: I have manners!

Will: -to the waiter who spilled soup on your lap.

_

Kit: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Kit: [punches a wall]

Kit: Take me to the hospital.

_

Julian: People ask me how I handle the rest of my family so easily.

Julian: The truth is, I don't.

Julian: I have no control over them.

Julian: I walked into the house today and Mark shot me in the neck with a nerf gun.

_

(At a New Years Eve party)

Alec, to the TMI gang: I would like to make a toast!

Alec, raising his glass: I cannot believe we have gone through another twelve months of absolute fuckery.

Alec: Cheers!

[totaldramamarching]

Oneshot Friday!

#8: Of Systems and Saxophones

A story in which Sky and Zoey teach Svetlana how to survive marching band and talk about her feelings while she’s stuck fronting. Set within the current blog timeline.

DISCLAIMER: I am not apart of a system. This was written after a lot of research and discussions. If any systems find this incorrect, misleading, and/or offensive, please let me know!

“So you can’t hear anyone?”

Most of the band had been given permission to take a break from sectionals, so they all gladly journeyed back to the air-conditioned band room. Once there, Leshawna entertained Dave and Cody with a dramatic story of some long-forgotten marching incident while Sky and Zoey sat some feet away on the cheap carpeted floor of the WHS band room. With them was an apprehensive Mike -- or, well, an apprehensive Mike’s body, anyways. Currently, Svetlana was the one who sat across from the other girls.

“No,” Svetlana answered, fiddling with the edge of Mike’s shorts. Her voice was notably higher than Mike’s, a little lighter, like the sound waves were floating. It took away all the bite her Russian accent would otherwise have. “Usually, I hear Mike, sometimes Manitoba, but zey are not here. I zink I am stuck.”

Zoey pursed her lips. “If you don’t mind me asking, Svetlana, how long have you been out?”

Svetlana scrunched her nose in thought, something that Zoey noticed that Mike didn’t do -- not that she watched him closely enough to notice that or anything.

“Two days?” Svetlana eventually said, though she sounded unsure. “Sorry, our memory is blurry.”

Sky nodded to herself. “That would explain why ‘Mike’ didn’t know where his dots were yesterday.” She sighed. “Thank you for telling us, Svetlana. I’m glad that you trust us. If you want, I can tell the directors about your, uh, situation. I’m sure they’ll understand. Or I can tell them Mike was sick if you don’t want them to know.”

Zoey smiled. “You can stay here once sectionals start, is what she means.”

Svetlana, on the other hand, frowned. “I want to march, properly. Now is perfect time! Zere are no teeny grass blades to remember.”

She was right, Zoey thought. They were just reviewing fundamentals after break, so Svetlana wouldn’t have to remember all the intricacies of Mike’s drill charts. Just all the intricacies of marching fundamentals, which, given her flowy impressions, she also didn’t know too well.

“You look more like you’re doing a rhythmic gymnastics routine than marching,” Sky joked.

“Or ballet,” Zoey offered. “It does kind of look like dancing.”

“Svetlana is Queen of Gymnastics, of course I dance.” Zoey giggled. “But Mike loves zhe marching! I want to give it zhe try. Maybe spin flag, perhaps?”

Zoey cocked her head slightly, and her pigtails drooped with it. “Unfortunately, Mike isn’t on colorguard, but I can show you some moves if you want! We have time,” she said.

“We do!” Sky energetically affirmed. “Don’t worry, Svetlana. You’re a fast learner. With proper instruction, you’ll have a perfect roll step in five minutes, tops!”

Svetlana practically leapt off the ground, waiting in excitement as Zoey and Sky got off the floor in a much more mundane manner. Sky and Svetlana went to the foyer as Zoey grabbed some flags -- the area had a lot more space and a lot less people.

Sky went on to explain how Svetlana should hold her posture, and Svetlana copied her every word. Her head was high, her legs were straight, her toes were up. In some ways she looked more professional than Mike, who had the tendency to slouch and wobble if he wasn’t focused.

When Sky told her the importance of control, balance, rigidity, she got it almost instantly. Turns out all she needed was someone rehashing the basics. With it, she graduated from normal forwards marching to backwards marching faster than most sophomores. It was fascinating to watch. Sky’s eyes followed her as she marched up and down the foyer.

“How is zis?” Svetlana asked as she swung her leg back like a pendulum, perfect form for backwards marching.

Sky chuckled. “Don’t tell Mike, but I think you’re a natural.”

“Yes, I am knowing zis.”

At that moment, Zoey returned with two six-foot flags. Sky leaned against the wall as Svetlana giddily grabbed one,

Somehow, Svetlana caught on to colorguard skills even faster. She even managed to perform a double toss without breaking any lights. The flag just looked so natural in her hands.

“Wow, Svetlana, you’re amazing!” Zoey complimented.

“Well, a flag is similar to a rhythmic gymnastics apparatus,” Sky commented.

“Colorguard is simply gymnastics on zhe blades of grass,” Svetlana said, moving from a graceful swan-like pose to performing drop spins.

“With marching fundamentals,” Zoey added.

“With zhe marching fundamentals,” Svetlana repeated. Her voice faltered slightly, as did her form. Sure enough, her arms drooped down, causing the top of her flag to scrape the foyer tile. The flag was planted at a forty-five degree angle, unmoving, as Svetlana stared blankly at the floor. Sky and Zoey glanced at each other, worry filling their faces.

“It is shame. Mike loves zhe marching,” Svetlana mumbled out. “I hate to take zhe marching away.”

Oh.

“I don’t think you’re taking it away,” Zoey quickly amended, approaching her friend gingerly.

Sky was right on the red-head’s heels. “I mean, there has to be a reason you’re the one in front, right?” she suggested. “Maybe you’re in front because Mike knew you could handle marching, being the one who does gymnastics and everything.”

Svetlana playfully scoffed. “Svetlana can handle any-zing.”

Zoey smiled in approval, turning her head to look out the glass doors. “Of course.”

“You can’t help the fact that you’re stuck out here,” Sky continued. “So you’re not really taking anything away, right?”

Svetlana shook her head, tapping her fingers on her knees. “Band is Mike’s, so zhe rest of us usually do not front in band unless triggered or pushed.”

“It doesn’t have to be just his,” Zoey said. “You really looked in your element when you were spinning, Svetlana.”

“And you were pretty happy when just marching, too,” Sky added.

“I do not want just zhe marching,” Svetlana said, quieter and gentler than either of the girls ever heard her spoke. “I want to spin flag. I want to perform.”

But performing would take marching away from Mike, Zoey finished in her head. Therein lied the dilemma.

“I think,” Zoey started, “when you can start hearing the others again, you should try to get in touch with Mike about this. I probably don’t know him as well as you do, but I don’t see him being super possessive over band. You guys can come to some solution, even if it’s just learning routines to random songs at my house after school.”

“Or you could be co-conscious!” Sky piped up.

Zoey furrowed her brow. “Co-what?”

“Co-conscious. When more zhan one of us are aware of zhe outside,” Svetlana supplied.

“Oh, got it.”

“Bottom line, you don’t have to feel guilty for enjoying something that Mike enjoys, too,” Sky said. There are a lot of different ways to go about this that don't shut anyone out.”

Svetlana smiled. She wasn’t as bouncy as usual, but at least she wasn’t upset anymore. “Zhank you, Sky, Zoey.”

“No problem.”

“Of course!”

As if on cue, Mr. Hatchet’s voice boomed from the band room. “Alright, guys, party’s over!” Be back to sectionals in five!” And thus, everyone poured back onto the field, even the trio from the foyer, even Svetlana.

To Svetlana’s credit, she was great at marching. She only wished she could hold a flag, too.

[do-y0u-have-to-let-it-linger]

EXT. The Roof (Winter) - Sunset

Not Just Attracted to Women!Peter Maximoff x Fem and Not Just Attracted to Men!Reader

Based off of a dream I recently had: Peter and Y/N have a conversation on the roof of Xavier's in mid-December. Peter accidentally lets it slip that he might not be straight, and he is afraid that Y/N will think less of him because of it because this is the 80s. Y/N reveals that she is also not straight, and is saddened by the fact that Peter could think that she could ever hate him- especially for that. She calls him wonderful. Feelings ensue. Also, a touch of Cherik at the end because I give the people what they want.

Warnings: Swearing, Peter cries, internalized homophobia (this is the 80s-ish and Peter uses the word 'queer' in a kind of incorrect and kind of offensive manner, but it was internalized homophobia and not actually intended to be mean to anyone but himself so I forgive him), a touch of angst but mostly fluff, Charles called you two "children" even though you are obviously not, Erik is happy that his son has someone that cares about him the way you do, Peter is insecure but not super blunt about it, Peter has been deprived of being adored his entire life, bad writing, I mention a serial killer twice, historical inaccuracy because the word queer was still a slur so yeah.

A/N: This is literally the first thing I have ever written so please be nice to me, I wrote this instead of an essay. I would love a comment of any kind, even if it's just a heart emoji or something, and constructive criticism would be highly appreciated. Also 'N/N' stands for nick-name.

(Ok, so, full discloser: the format is odd. The bullet points represent dialogue, and the only dialogue is between you two love birds. The first bullet point is Peter, the second is Y/N, the third is Peter, and so on.)

“I dunno, the whole ‘liking people’ thing has always been weird for me.”

“How do you mean?"

“Pppffftt- 'how do you mean,' what are you, Shakespeare or somethin’?”

“Yeah, because that’s the era when ‘how do you mean' would have been a popular term. Ok, what do you mean?”

“Just- when other people were liking people I never really was?”

He was gesturing wildly and avoiding eye contact, as always. He wasn't uncomfortable with eye contact, he just got bored easily in conversations, he needed to keep himself occupied. In this situation that meant staring at the red and green lights covering the rest of the roof, the snowy trees all over the yard, and a holly garland around the gate. Peter wasn't Christian, but man, did he love their Christmas decorations.

“Like… now? In school?”

“Well- yeah… but also when I was younger. And I never liked the right people? Or... liked them in the right way?”

“So you’ve never liked anyone.”

“No, no… I definitely have. It was just… weird! I don't-”

His hands dropped to his side in defeat.

“I don’t think it’s that out of the ordinary. I would tell you if it was. Also, if it was... 'weird', like you said, that wouldn’t mean it was necessarily bad.”

He hadn’t really heard what she said, he was too busy pondering what his next sentence would be. When she wasn't speaking, he was rambling.

"I had some of the normal crap… like in movies when they talk about the fluttery stomach junk. I've had that around a few girls I've been friends with, also that phase with the boy stuff, a-"

“Wait, what phase with the boy stuff?”

“Like- when you’re in middle school or whatever and you're gay for a second.”

His phrasing was a joke, but the statement as a whole was not.

“…‘Gay for a second’?”

“…Yeah?”

“Hmmm..."

"Is that- not-"

"I don't think that is... 'normal'... per-say..."

“Oh… Really?”

His heart sunk.

“…Yeah.”

“Huh.”

“…Mhm.”

“…Shit.”

He suddenly looked almost embarrassed. He shifted his posture, seemingly trying to shrink into himself.

“Do you... wanna chat about it?”

Panic started to slowly rise in him.

“Um- forget I said anything.”

“Why?”

Something in him said to go on the "defense". He did not appear as calm as he was intending to.

“I’m not- gay! or anything. I like girls! I do!”

She put her hand on his arm.

“Hey- look at me for a second. We are not in court, and I never 'accused' you of being gay. That would be a very funny reality TV show, but not what is happening right now. Listen, theoretically if you were gay that wouldn’t be bad! And I wouldn’t be… whatever you.. think that I would be? I mean- however you are afraid I would act in a negative reaction to it? I would try to be here for you, and be as supportive as possible.”

He didn’t believe her.

“Ok, sure.”

“Peter.”

“What? You’re going to tell me that you would honestly be friends with a queer person- be friends with me if I was... not... normal?”

She was taken aback by his tone, the word he had used, and the way he said it, felt like a weight dropping on her shoulders.

“Oh. would you… not?”

It was her turn to seem nervous.

“What?”

“Would you- stop being friends with someone for liking someone that they… I don’t know… shouldn’t... would be the word I guess?”

Why, in this situation, was she nervous? Oh. His fear was replaced with guilt.

“No.”

“Ok.”

“So… are you… do you… why were you scared?”

“... Why were you?”

She expected a joke from him, something along the lines of “touché".

“Are you… gay?”

“No.”

Yeah, he didn’t believe her.

“Uh-huh”

“Really, I’m not. I’ve liked boys, but also... I've had feelings for girls. I’m not… straight. So I just want to let you know that it’s okay if you aren’t too.”

“I never s-“

She smiled at him with a bit of pity, she had been there. The self-loathing, the feeling of walking on minefields with so many people in your life.

“You are…”

She paused.

“I am… what?”

“Give me a second I’m trying to find the perfect word.”

“… Okay?”

“Wonderful.”

That was not exactly the word he was expecting. Like, at all.

“Huh?”

“That’s the word. Wait- let me start over. You gotta look me in my eyes as I say it, because it’s gonna be really poetic.”

“Uh… should I be scared?”

“No. Maybe a little. No.”

“… Okay.”

He looked at her.

“You are… wonderful.”

“Oh... Thanks?“

He looked away again, to be honest, he was a bit uncomfortable. He rarely received compliments, especially ones that seem so... genuine.

“I’m not finished, look back at me, just for a second. You are so wonderful- and I will support you as whatever you are! I want you to know that I can- I can barely even think of something you could do that would make me genuinely hate you- like… maybe if you Dahmer-ed people or like chopped up a-“

He found this was amusing, yet disturbing.

“Y/N?”

“Sorry- I just- the fact that you thought, even for a second, that I could hate you… is just-“

“I’m sorry”

“No! Stop it. Don’t be sorry.”

She stared at him expectantly.

“What do you want me to-“

“Take it back! The sorry!”

“How?”

“Say you aren’t sorry”

“N/N-“

“Peter.”

“Ok. I’m, ya know, not sorry.”

“Good. You shouldn’t be”

“You’re weird.”

“Yuh-huh. Says the most likely, from the little information I've gathered, bisexual in denial who also happens to be the fastest boy on earth who had to slow down exponentially to interact with other people who also, also, happens sitting on a roof in the dead of winter with me.”

“What’s by smexual?”

Something about the way he attempted to repeat her words must have been hilarious, he thought, because here she was, sitting in front of him, in a fit of childish giggles. He would smile if he weren't so confused.

“No- that’s not- what I said- it’s… wait!”

“What?”

“You’re tryna get me off topic!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Am not!”

“Are t- shit.”

“HAHA! Victory is a sweet dessert... wait is that even the saying? Still, I win you lose, nerd.”

“Ok, okay! go on.”

She was attempting to gather herself to give off a less jokey aura. It was half working, the "am not! are too!" argument a few moments ago made it hard for him to take her seriously, but he could tell it was important to her that he did, so he tried his best.

“You have to look at me again. just for a second.”

“I sw-”

“Just do it? Please?”

His attempt to put up a fight was thwarted by her small "please". He was pathetic.

“Okay.”

He looked at her.

“You…”

“Me… or- wait- I…”

“Are w-“

“Wonderful, yeah yeah. just get to the n-”

“No.”

“… No?”

“When you say it it doesn’t encapsulate it. It sounds silly.”

“Ok little miss ‘you art thou wonderful’, how would you have me say it?”

“I am you wonderful?”

“What?”

“You called me ‘little miss you are you wonderful’ what does that-“

“Ok! Would you just- shut up and call me wonderful one more time, please?”

She looked at him and blinked. That sentence surely came off as less ironic than intended.

“You are wonderful.”

She grabbed his face, in a half-joking manner. Her grab smushed his cheeks and she couldn't help but laugh a bit when she did it. Even though it was clearly a bit, he was still flustered.

“W-“

She shook him a bit.

"Shut up 'cause I'm about to say some beautiful and true shit. You are wonderful. You are wonderful. You are wonderful. You are absolutely, unchangingly, and irrevocably wonderful and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it, Maximoff.”

After saying what she would (in 40 years or so) recall as a painfully John Green-ish statement in her blunt and matter-of-fact manner, she let go of her semi-ironic hold on his pink cheeks. Were his cheeks pink because it was absolutely freezing, or because his heart was beating faster than he had ever (and would ever, mind you) run, you ask? No comment.

“Wow.”

“Wow what.”

“You do say it better than I do.”

“Did you like how I stressed different parts of the sentence each time? I thought that was a nice detail.”

“Wow.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Wow.”

Did his voice just... break a little?

“Peter?”

“Uh- yeah?”

Was he a little... sniffle-y? She was now very concerned.

“Are you okay?!”

“Oh- um... yeah!”

No! No he was clearly not! He was sniffling!

“Really? 'Cause, you don't seem it.”

“It’s just- I just- wow.”

“Wow, what!?”

“That was just- uh-"

“Just what? It really wasn't that fancy, you seem much too impressed with me. Oh my God, was it terrible?”

“I mean it was really corny but w-“

“I swear to God if you say 'wow' one more time I may have to add ‘use of the word wow too much’ to the list of things that could make me hate you. Right next to the Dahmer stuff. That was a joke. Your use of the word wow is only mildly perturbing. Sorry."

She was panicking "just a bit".

“I’m sorry, I mean I’m not sorry. Sorry. Shit! sorry! I mean I’m not!”

And he was absolutely... full-on crying at this point.

“Peter.”

“Yeah?”

He was looking down at his mittens. Not that this is important, but they were very pretty mittens.

“Look at me, you klepto.”

He didn’t.

“You know- I’ve been hearing a lot of that 'look at me' stuff from you today. I mean- the klepto part is new-“

“Peter.”

“What?!”

He peaked up at her.

“Talk to me. Please, you're kinda scaring me, let me help.”

“I’m not sad!”

“You’re crying!”

“Yeah but not from the sads!”

“… The ‘sads’?”

“You know- when you get sad! It just means being sad! I don't- that’s what Wanda calls it, not me!"

He wiped his nose, tears still running down from his puffy eyes to his reddened cheeks.

“What are you crying from?”

“No one’s ever called me wonderful before.”

“I'm sorry! I did a few minutes ago and you didn’t cry!”

“No! You can't 'sorry' me if I can't 'sorry' you! And- yeah but that doesn’t count!”

“Why?”

“Because it only felt big when you said it the certain way!”

“What way!?”

“You look at me, you grab my cheeks-“

“I'm sorry about that by the way I was j-“

“No! It’s really ok! Do it whenever! I mean don’t do it whene- shut up!”

“I’m not even talking! You're the one talking!”

“You look at me, you grab my cheeks, and you go: you are wonderful.”

“Yeah???”

“No one ever called me that before!”

"Peter, I- well- they- they should! They should! More often! Then the amount that it happens now! I think. In my opinion."

"Or really looked at me like that!”

“Looked at you like what, Peter?”

“Like I was somethin’!”

“Well, you are… ‘somethin'! Whatever that means! And- I think you deserve to be looked at as such!”

“See?”

“What!?”

“You just-“

A strangled sob escaped from his throat. He didn't know how to explain.

“Pete.”

“Ew. I hate that nickname.”

He crossed his arms over his chest like a toddler, trying to completely ignore the fact that he was an emotional wreck.

“Peter.”

“Yeah?”

She opened her arms and gestured for him to come closer. He was hesitant at first- but gave up all the reasons he shouldn't move to be closer to her in exchange for the promise of comfort she was offering him. He crawled over to her and curled up in her arms. The way she held him made him want to cry more. Who does she think she is- holding him like he was worth holding? With her chin sitting on top of his hair? Letting him do that gross cry sob with the spit and the snot into her only winter coat? Rocking him, and shushing him, and petting his stupid, silver hair? She was warm, too! The audacity of this woman.

When Erik brought Charles into his office to grab a chess set, they saw the two in the window. For a moment Charles considered telling Peter and Y/N to get off of the high platform, seeing as the two were the reasons the "no sitting on the roof" rule was enacted in the first place (neither of them were coordinated whatsoever). Charles quickly dropped this notion when he saw the look on Erik's face, Charles could tell it made him so happy to see Peter be held like that, cared for like that. Erik's expression made Charles want to both tell Erik that he is the most precious thing in the world, and make fun of him (look at Mr. Metal, gone completely soft). Possibly he could do both at the same time. But for now, he is just going to pretend he didn't see the two outside of the window, and have Erik grab them their game, go to the living room, and pretend not to have read Erik's mind when he inevitably asks him how he always manages to pick the white chess piece at "random".

[poliel]

Adopted Egg

Yo, I wrote a thing based off the Adopted Egg AU!

~

While Boiling Bay wasn’t as bad as Sizzling Sands or Frosted Peak it was still pretty bad. All the lava made it too hot to be comfortable and the various aggressive and angry bugsnax made it a pain to traverse. But hey at least getting headbutted by a giant angry popsicle or hit point blank by a big scoop of seemingly frozen solid ice cream cooled Buddy off fairly well. And the ocean water was nice lapping around their feet as they wondered back down the beach.

Thankfully though their pack was full of bugsnax though, at long last they’d caught everything single one that could be found here now. Meaning they could finally head back to Snaxburg. … After a quick nap though because they’d been out and about for far too long. And dawn was still a few hours away so almost no would be out and about when they returned to town anyway. So they turned and started for the wreck Floofty had taken shelter in before they’d been convinced to return to town.

As they neared it, they slowed because… was that a skeleton? Shaking off the initial shock, Buddy picked up the pace, jogging the rest of the way over. Yep, it was a skeleton all right, nestled up deep in the shade and protection offered the wreck’s overhang. Its bones were a clean white, indicating it was fresh. The sand underneath it was a dark maroon, probably blood. But most intriguing of all was the egg it was curled around, lying on a little blanket, the edge closer to the skeleton marred with more dried blood.

Far too big to be an eggler even if this was an area they showed up in, the splotches of dark green and magenta on it made it pretty clear that it was a grumpus egg andthat it couldn’t have come from anyone in Snaxburg. Not that there’d been any real question about the latter given the skeleton curled around it. But… none of this really added up.

It wasn’t too terribly long ago that Buddy had been down this way and in this wreck, their sense of time was very off these days but it couldn’t have been much longer than a week or two. While it was perfectly possible a grumpus had washed up here on a raft or something, crawled their way up here and then died, presumably via injuries judging based off the blood, it wasn’t possible for their body to have rotted all the way to bones yet. And even if there was something around that could eat a corpse, the bones looked undisturbed and unchewed on in general. So… where had it come from?

They lifted their camera to take some pictures, being sure to get some from as many different angles as possible just in case they needed to look over the undisturbed scene again later. Then, careful of the weight of their full backpack, Buddy crouched down to get a better look. First, they poked skeleton and then leaned in to sniff it, learning nothing. Next, they pinched up some of the red sand and lifted it to their mouth. Gagging they turned their head to spit because while they’d definitely confirmed it was blood it tasted foul, whether that was because it was several days old or something else, they didn’t know enough to say, either way they regretted decided to taste it.

After shaking off their disgust, they turned back to look at the skeleton and its egg. They needed to investigate more but also… they couldn’t leave the egg out here unattended. It was possible it had already been left out too long and thus it was too late for it but they had no way to know that for sure right now so… with a sigh, Buddy picked it up before straightening. Holding it to their chest with one paw, they pulled Sprout’s buggy ball out of their pouch and then pushed the egg in there instead. While it was about the same size, the oblong shape making it a bit bigger, it was notably heavier, making its presence uncomfortably hard to not be aware of but they’d live.

They pulled their backpack off to shove Sprout inside for now. There was barely enough room for him and he didn’t sound happy as they zipped it up but he’d just have to deal with it for a little while because they had some more investigating to do.

~

Any evidence about the skeleton or how it had come to be there had long since been obliterated by the wind and sea, leaving the mystery disappointingly unsolvable. Buddy searched high and low all over Boiling Bay and then Shimmering Springs too for good measure and found a whole lot of nothing, not even any shed fur anywhere or more dried blood. There was a notable lack of snakpods that weren’t high up though, indicating it was likely the mysterious grumpus had found and eaten them before succumbing to their wounds and somehow rotting away to nothing but a skeleton.

It was nearing midday by the time Buddy decided to give up and drag themself back to Snaxburg. While they weren’t squeamish about skeletons or dead bodies in general, they’d rather not take a nap next to one if they didn’t have to. Besides they still had the egg and what to do with it to worry about.

The first thing they did upon reaching town was drop their backpack off in Lizbert’s hut. Almost everyone would be expecting food but they’d all have to wait a little bit longer. Next, they went to the research tent.

“There’s a skeleton out in Boiling Bay,” they said as they sidled up to Floofty at their work table. “It’s in the wreck you used to live in. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Floofty looked up from the lollive they were dissecting with a sigh. “No. Even if I had any use for a skeleton, why would I leave it out there? And if you’re implying I killed someone, you’d also be incorrect. You can check around town to confirm everyone’s still alive if you don’t believe me.”

“Nah, I didn’t think you had anything do with it. I was just making sure since it’s in your old shelter and not many of the others ever go out to there.” Also if anyone in Snaxburg was responsible for it in one way or another they were near if not right at the top of list of likely candidates.

“Good. Now leave, I’m busy.” They lifted a paw to make a shooing gesture at them before looking back down at their work.

Buddy would’ve gladly left to go take a nap somewhere but they still had the egg sitting heavy in their pouch. Floofty wasn’t a doctor but they clearly knew some stuff and thus might be able to determine if the grumpling inside was still alive or not, thus saving Buddy another long trek up to Frosted Peak to ask Eggabell. So they pulled it out, placing it gently on the table. “I found this next to it. I figure you might be able to figure out if it’s been left out too long or whatever.”

Floofty paused for a moment before putting their tools down and shifting their attention solely to the egg. They carefully picked it up to hold up and turn in their paws, examining it from all angles. “Hmm…” The looked at Buddy again. “You found it next to the skeleton?”

“Yep. It’s really weird. Clearly, they died recently but… only their skeleton and a bit of dried blood are left behind. I looked everywhere for more but… there was nothing.”

“That is odd. Very well, I shall examine the egg. Later I would like to look over the skeleton as well.”

“Awesome. I’m going to go take a nap.”

They were awoken by the sound of raised voices. Their own fault for choosing to sleep in Lizbert’s hut with not only the door ajar but the window open as well. It was still annoying though. They could move and sleep elsewhere or close everything or heck, even just roll over and pull a pillow over their head to cover their ear holes but… what was everyone fighting about?

“…totally can take care of it by myself,” Gramble was saying, his voice two steps away from having a protective growl in it.

“Yeah, right.” Cromdo scoffed. “You’re half-starved and go wondering around and often outof town almost every night, no way you could take proper care of it and the grumpling when it hatches.”

Ah, they were fighting about the egg. Not surprising honestly but… why was it so hard for everyone to get along?

“So I should be the one to have it,” Cromdo continued.

“Hell no,” Beffica came in next. “You just want it for one your schemes.”

“She’s right.” Wambus, the only one not yelling so his voice was hard to make up from in here. “Ain’t no way anyone here would trust you with it.”

“Gramble and I are clearly the best suited to take care of it.” Wiggle. “Having a little grumpling might be the exact thing I need to spark my muse.”

“Uh, no offense Wiggle,” Beffica again, her tone making it clear offense was meant, “but taking responsibility for raising a kid is kind of a huge deal. Doing it because you want to ‘spark your muse’ is the wrong reason. And you know I hate to admit it but Cromdo’s actually right about something for once, Gramble’s barely keeping himself alive. Adding on taking care of an egg and then eventually a grumpling is a bit much.”

“Exactly!” Cromdo again. “Wait what do you…”

Gramble interrupted with a growl. “I can handle it. An egg is exactly what I’ve always wanted and now I finally got a chance and I ain’t letting any of ya’ll take it away from me.”

Wambus’ voice came in next. “Assuming you can somehow keep it alive long enough on your own, you’re going to teach it not to eat bugsnax and then it’s going to starve to death then.”

“Buddy already said after they finish publishing their story they’ll come back with food supplies for me so it’ll be fine.”

“Can I hold it?” Chandlo surprisingly cut in next. “Just for a bit.”

“Sure,” Triffany said, indicating she’d been the one holding it before.

The argument resumed after that but Buddy stopped paying attention as they rolled over and pulled the pillow over their head, muffling the voices to be near inaudible. They were curious about how it was going to play out but not enough to stay awake any longer for now. They’d ask for an update on it whenever they woke up properly.

They woke feeling not well rested – such was never the case these days and thus not worth trying for anymore – but good enough to go about their day and pretend they were fine. After forcing themself out of bed, they weren’t around town, doling out the fruits of their earlier hunting and donating everything left over to Gramble’s barn. They then returned to Filbo who was doing his rounds around town.

“What happened with the egg?” they asked as they fell into step with him.

“Oh uh… Floofty examined it and said it’s okay. And then as soon as word spread about it everyone fought about who should take care of it. No one wanted to trust anyone else with it for one reason or another. Eventually Chandlo suggested everyone could just take turns with it. Which no one was happy about at first but then we talked about it some more and that’s the best way to do it for now since everyone was fighting about who was going to adopt it.”

“Interesting solution. Who’s all taking turns with it?”

“Gramble, Wiggle, Beffica, Triffany, Cromdo, and Chandlo. I wanted a turn too but… Beffica pointed that I tend to be a bit uh… clumsy so maybe I shouldn’t have a turn since I’d probably break it or lose it or… something.” He let out a heavy sigh, sagging a little before perking back up. “She’s right though so… I don’t mind.” He’d never told a more obvious lie. “I can keep updated on it through just doing my normal stuff around town.”

“Hmm… it was great talking to you. I have something I need to go take care of though.”

“Uh… okay. See you later,” he said after them.

Beffica was in Filbo’s hut again, snooping. She jumped and even squeaked a little, as Buddy tapped her on the shoulder. “Oh, hey Bestie,” she said as she turned to face them. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Buddy normally would’ve apologized but they weren’t very happy with her right now so they went straight to business instead. “You need to let Filbo have turns watching the egg too.”

“Uh… why?”

“Because he wants to.”

“But… he’s Filbo.” She gestured with her paws as if her point were the most obvious thing the world.

Crossing their arms as they stared at her, Buddy didn’t respond.

It took her a few seconds but finally she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. If you think he can be trusted with it, I’ll talk to the others about him getting a turn too.”

“Good. Thanks bestie.” They lifted a paw to fist bump her turning to leave. They had tasks and stuff they needed to get back to.

-

Not even a full two weeks later and everyone in town had been scheduled into have a turn pouching the egg. Even Floofty and Snorpy, the two Buddy would’ve thought the least likely to want anything to do with it. And a few weeks later when they finally convinced Shelda to return to town it wasn’t long before she’d basically taken on a grandma role to the egg, having her own occasional turn with it.

Buddy was the only one who didn’t have a turn taking care of it. They were too busy running around doing stuff and working on their story. They’d hopefully be free of this cursed island soon anyway so there was no need for them to get involved with it much.

But seeing everyone start to get along around the egg was nice. There was still fighting and disagreements but overall everyone was trending towards being nicer to each other. It was more than Buddy could’ve asked or hoped for, hopefully it would continue into raising the grumpling once the egg hatched.

~

I'm ending it here because a lot of the other ideas proposed for the AU are pretty scattered timewise which would make it hard to cover them in this fic quickly and coherently. But know, post game everyone ends up living in one big house to take care of the egg and there's polyamory stuff and more eggs going on in the group.

[minkmousesworld]

Heyya I'm a regular around both your tumblrs and I really love not just your content but also your opinions on some stuff...

That being said you can totally ignore this ask if you don't want to talk about this stuff on your blog..

I was wondering if you knew about a lot of these fic writing blogs that are top!male!reader but they say stuff like "females don't interact/ if you use she her pronouns dni"

If you know, what are your thoughts about this?

Hello, sweetie,,,,, I am very pleased that someone is interested in reading my thoughts,,,,,, and it's okay, I like to talk about everything <333

cw my opinion, swearing is used once

— objectively speaking

I think it is absolutely valid and correct.

any blog is like a small Kingdom that has a Ruler (or Rulers), and it is fair that it is the Ruler who creates the rules and chooses who can participate in the management and who cannot. so, yes, it is normal and right that they create their safe space, even if some of their rules may seem offensive or unfair, and even if they do not write what any of their residents would like. because this is their Kingdom and only they can decide what should be here and what should not be.

* therefore, I find these dramas strange with "they don't write for the reader I want" — this is incorrect, stupid and meaningless.

yes, even if some of the writers, uh, sound sexist. not in the sense that "she/her dni", but when they allow themselves rude statements — I think some understand who I'm talking about. even if they are rude and harsh, you have the right to block them, but you have no right to fight with them if they talk about it on their territory. this is their personal space and their Kingdom.

it's pointless and rude to molest them, regardless of whether they write 'dni Billie Eilish fans', do not want to see *insert ship* fans, do not like homophobes or do not want to see she/her among their followers. if this is their comfort zone, then we can't judge them.

(fortunately, you can block an unlimited number of such persons aha-)

— subjectively speaking

In general, I rarely interact with those who write strictly for some reader. Especially if they have 'dni' that I don't share. You know, the usual rules and byf can say a lot about a writer.

I once saw a writer who bluntly said that all her works were only for female writers — I just nodded and blocked her so as not to see her posts ever again. did I do something wrong? of course not. I just felt uncomfortable with the idea that this is all just for girls, but I'm not a 'female', so it makes no sense for me to see her posts. If she officially says that only for girls, even if some of her posts contain "gender neutrality", then I still won't read them, since I know that they are for girls.

No, thank you, I don't need works that are "gender neutral, but generally written for girls (boys)" — I want those works that are completely gender neutral from the fact that the writer invented them with gender neutrality and showed the same neutrality to readers. That is why some readers write "why are they gender neutral if your reader is a male / female" — because it is felt when the reader is not neutral, even if the writer calls them that.

the same thing happens with those who use 'dni she/her' — if I get to their work and understand that it's not accidental and I can see them in the future, but I prefer to block them just in case. I'm just uncomfortable reading the works of those who don't want interaction just because of pronouns, you know. They have the right to exclude, because they are uncomfortable — I have the right to exclude, because such a rule makes me uncomfortable.

That is, as long as I am them/their, it's fine, but if I alone understand that I prefer she/her, then they won't be happy with me? I'm sorry, but then let them go fuck themselves, no good content is worth it. Same theme with female — if I am afab or if I use she/her? or if I use makeup and dresses? or if I'm ok with reading female readers? they never make it clear.

I'm not going to be a reader of such a writer and I have the right, as they have the right not to be happy with a reader like me.

* and I find it strange "well, they can fetishize"; that is, not-she/her can't do it? if you're uncomfortable, then just say so — why these strange excuses, I don't understand either. it's okay if you're uncomfortable, it's not something to be shy about — it's your Kingdom and your right not to want to see anyone.

It's one thing when the reader is feminine and masculine, and another when it's clearly a man or a woman (not in the sense of afab / amab). And it's just annoying. Although I often hear that the reader should be neutral, but I believe that it is the choice of every writer for whom they want to write, but they should also express it explicitly, and not play cat and mouse, ugh.

Also with submissive writers — you only have to use one little tag, why don't they even do that?

[jilytho]

Nah, She Didn’t

The seven times Sirius Black said “nah, she didn’t” about James and Lily. Read below or here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26399692

Third year

“James!” Sirius shouted as he walked in his dorm and saw his best mate sitting on his bed, head in hands.  “Where were you? We’ve been waiting for you in the library for an hour to work on the map.” Sirius shoved him over so he could sit alongside him.

“Sorry, I forgot,” James said, refusing to look up from his hands. Sirius scoffed at him, “no way you forgot, what the ruddy hell were you doing?”

“I erm I ran into Evans,” James fidgeted, slowly meeting Sirius’ eyes. “I was just trying to be friendly but she was with Snivellus and he said some shite and I hexed him without thinking and er, she yelled pretty loud.” James was running his hands through his hair, dejected.

“Nothing new there mate, Evans has a permanent stick in her arse and Snivellus is a git. Still not seeing the issue.”

James looked down again, pulling at his fingernails. “She said she hated me, Sirius. She hates me. I tried to apologize but she wouldn’t listen,” James mourned, looking like a kicked puppy, “she meant it, she really hates me.”

Sirius looked at his pathetically upset friend, all spun out over a dumb girl. He deserved better than that. Still, he spoke with a gentle tone, “Nah, she didn’t mate. She didn’t mean it.” He stood up and reached out a hand to help James up, “let's get to the kitchens, slice of pie might cheer you up”

Fourth Year - September

“Potter, Evans”

“Black, McGregor”

McGonagall had it with James and Sirius being partners in class. Apparently it wasn’t “appropriate” to practice their transfiguration studies by changing all the clocks in the school into toads that would ‘ribbit’ on the hour. The two were separated and while Sirius was genuinely upset to be separated from his best mate and paired with a brown nosing Hufflepuff, James seemed delighted with his new partner. He tried to look all dejected along with Sirius when he said “oh bad luck mate” but Sirius wasn’t stupid. He saw the joy and hope shining in his eyes as he slid his stuff onto the desk next to Evans. Saw the beaming smile he gave her, and was surprised by the small one she returned him with.

Throughout class he watched as Evans took notes, hand bumping James’ every once in a while. He watched her head lean towards his and whisper something to him, saw her giggle lightly at whatever James responded with. Saw the blush light up the back of her neck and her ears when McGonagall shot them a look that clearly said, ‘shut it’.

As he packed up his stuff at the end of class, he watched Evans say goodbye to James and actually, really smile at him, as she walked away.

“Sirius! Mate, did you see that? Did you see her smile at me? She was being so nice to me! She actually smiled!” James looked dumbfounded as he jogged to Sirius’s desk, eyes stuck on the door Lily had just disappeared through.

“Nah, she didn’t. You’re seeing things.” Sirius threw his bag over his shoulder and ignored the disappointed look on James’ face.

Fourth Year - December

“Sirius, Sirius!” James panted, sprinting up to the Gryffindor table.

Sirius just stared at him as James leaned over, pressing his hands on his knees to catch his breath.

“Can I help you, James?” he drew out slowly.

“I just found a note in my rucksack inviting me to meet a secret admirer in the broom cupboard next to the Trophy Room!” James thrust the scrap of parchment towards Sirius. “Look at it! Look at the writing! Doesn’t it look like how Lily writes?? Do you think she sent it? She must have slipped it in during Transfiguration!”

Sirius looked back and forth between the parchment and James red, elated face, before his attention got pulled over to the Hufflepuff table, where Veronica Lepore and Elizabeth Green kept giggling and looking over at James and Sirius. When Sirius caught them staring, Veronica flushed scarlet and almost fell out of her chair.

“Nah, James, she didn’t. I reckon it may have been one of those two,” he pointed over at the Hufflepuffs. Veronica smiled brilliantly and twiddled her fingers at James in a meant to be flirty wave.

“Bad luck mate,” he watched the excitement dry out of James’ eyes. “Hey! Still exciting! She’s pretty fit.”

Fifth Year

After the incident James looked more miserable than Sirius had ever seen him. He was pacing back and forth across the dormitory, trying to pull his hair out. Sirius laid across his bed, watching him pace, playing with a quaffle. “Did you hear her, Sirius? Rather go out with the giant squid. I know I’m not perfect but at least I’m not slimy! I thought her and I were getting somewhere. We’ve barely fought all term, I don’t understand. She didn’t mean that, right? Just something she said mad?” James looked at him desperately.

“Nah, James, she didn't,” Sirius said in a monotone, throwing the quaffle up in the air. James kept pacing and muttering about Evans and giant squids and Sirius rolled his eyes and began to tune him out. Evans was fit enough but she was bloody annoying, definitely not worth the daily headache he got listening to James drone on about her. Time for him to move on.

Sixth year

After Sirius spent the first two weeks of term prodding, James finally asked out Camila Evington, a fit seventh year Ravenclaw. She seemed to like James and was fit, smart, and a decent enough chaser. She should’ve been a perfect fit for James but he took so much convincing to ask her out. He wouldn’t say why but Sirius knew it was Evans. It was always Evans.

Still after Camila had blatantly flirted with him, James asked her to Hogsmeade and they’d been together for a few weeks leaving Sirius with a so far Evans free term. That is until Slughorn decided that Sirius could “benefit from working with a more knowledgeable peer” as his potions partner and separated him and Peter to put him with Evans. He had zero interest in working with her. He had never really had an issue with her before, never really spoke to her, but the way James had gone on about her hair and her brain made him want to never look at her again.

He nodded at her when she moved her stuff to join him at his table, “Evans.”

“Black” she nodded back, looking almost as pleased as him with their new seating arrangement.

They worked in almost total silence, brewing their Pepperup Potion and working fairly well as a team. Evans was just starting to carefully add the correct number of salamander blood drops when Sirius came back from the supply shelf with their mandrake root, tripped over the stool next to her, and slammed into Evans’ back, causing her to pour over half the vial into the cauldron. The potion immediately began to bubble, reacting to the overdose of salamander blood and turning a nasty, incorrect shade of blue instead of the light pink shade it was meant to be at this stage. Sirius braced himself for the inevitable scolding he was going to get from Evans, and subsequent detentions he expected Slughhorn to give him for messing up the Perfect Prefects’ potion. Apologies were on the tip of his tongue as he walked around the table, carefully avoiding the stool this time, to face her head on. “Ah buggering hell, I’m sorry Evans. Is it totally ruined?”

She looked up at him and surprised him completely by actually smirking at him. Smirking. Lily Evans, smirking. “Yeah I reckon it's pretty done for. Wanna pour some eye of newt in there as well and see if it explodes?”

His jaw dropped, eyes widened to see if she was messing with him and just waiting to call Slug over when he saw her actually start reaching for the Eye of Newt.

“Hell yeah, Evans. Lets do it” he smirked right back at her.

Later, walking out of the class, Remus caught up to him. “I saw your Pepperup was completely the wrong color, did Lily chew you out for it?”

“Why would it be my fault that the potion was wrong? Couldn’t it have been Evans fault?” Sirius said in mock offense.

“Um no,” Remus rolled his eyes.  “Lily is brilliant at potions. You, on the other hand, never have the patience to actually follow the instructions. Stop avoiding the question, did she really give it to you?” he looked gleeful at the idea of him being reamed out by Evans.

“Nah, she didn’t,” Sirius said softly. It seems he may have misjudged Evans slightly. Remus looked disappointed for a second before moving on, but Sirius continued to think about Lily for the rest of the afternoon. Seems she actually might be worth the headache.

Seventh Year

Things had been different this year. Ever since being potions partners, Lily and Sirius were friendly. More than friendly, they were actual friends. Even weirder still, James and Lily had become friends. Camila and James had broken up after only 2 and a half weeks of dating for seemingly no reason, but Sirius didn’t rib James nearly as much as James had expected. He actually supported it.

James had become Head Boy, ridiculous and absurd, but it meant more time around Lily which Sirius honestly didn’t mind. If anything, he encouraged it. He was glad they were friends, truly, and even gladder that being friends stopped James from inanely blathering on and on about her.

Things had all been good until a seemingly normal Thursday night. Sirius was lying in bed, reading Quidditch Weekly while pretending to be writing his Muggle Studies essay that he would just copy from Moony later. Peter and Remus were getting snacks from the kitchen and James had been out on patrols with Lily. The door opened quietly and James walked in dumbly. Footsteps heavy, arms seemingly forgetting how to move, his entire face and neck covered in a flush. His eyes were bright and it looked like he’d either been hit over the head with something or hit with a particularly strong stunning spell.

“James?” Sirius said cautiously, sitting up slightly. James didn’t respond but instead just sat down on his bed across from Sirius’, continuing to stare forward dumbly, “James, what happened?”

This sparked James to turn and meet his eye. His hair was even messier than usual.

“She kissed me,” he said softly, as if he almost didn’t believe it himself.

“I’m sorry, she what?” Sirius spoke loudly now, sitting all the way up.

“Lily,” he said simply, “we were saying goodnight after patrols when she just, she just kissed me. And then she just walked away. She kissed me.” James touched his lips at that, like he could still feel it.

“Nah, she didn’t,” Sirius shook his head at him. “No way, mate.”

“Sirius. She kissed me!” It seemed like Sirius’s disagreement woke him out of his stupor because he suddenly shot up and tackled Sirius back down into his bed, screaming “She kissed me!”

Years later

Sirius sat across from his godson. A brilliant boy made of all the best pieces of his two best friends. A boy who remembered so little of the people who loved him most.

“How come she married him?” Harry asked miserably. “She hated him!”

Sirius felt his heart break. How wrong this poor boy was. He couldn’t make himself explain all the ways Harry was wrong so he settled for the simplest explanation he could offer.

“Nah, she didn’t,” said Sirius.

[goldenworldsabound]

Consider The Morax

Wendy and Zhongli end up discussing Rex Lapis. Zhongli has to be careful not to accidentally reveal that he is Rex Lapis. Mild shenanigans occur :3c

word count: 1148

content warning: none

"What do you suppose Rex Lapis does in his free time?" Wendy asked, as Zhongli finished a story about a historical battle fought by the Geo Archon.

"What do you mean?" Zhongli asked, tilting his head at her.

"Er, I just...well he comes down once a year and that's all anyone ever sees of him, right? What's he get up to?" She elbowed him with a grin. "I bet you have some theories even if you don't know."

Zhongli kept his face carefully expressionless. "I don't have any theories." He wasn't lying, exactly. He didn't have any theories, because he knew down to the detail. Rex Lapis masqueraded as a human named Zhongli the rest of the year, funeral director at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, and proud boyfriend of Wendy the foreign adventurer, alchemist, and tinkerer.

But Wendy didn't know the truth about him.

"Really? None? That's surprising." Wendy leaned back to lay down in the grass, hands behind her head. "Well, it's probably nothing interesting. He's probably just hoarding gold somewhere reliving his own epic tales of battle."

Zhongli smiled a hint at that. That was somewhat correct, given that he had just finished telling a story about such things.

"I take it you don't think much of Rex Lapis, then?" He asked, remaining sitting up. Wendy propped herself up on her elbows to look at him a bit better as she answered.

"Well, it's not that, exactly..." She frowned. "The first year I was in Liyue Harbor, I attended the Rite of Descension. Rex Lapis was...well, beautiful. The memory sticks with me well, even now. An adepti, in the form of a dragon...what immense power along with that beauty." She seemed lost in thought for a moment. "But I never attended again. The thing is, Zhongli," She sat up completely now, stretching her arms over her head for a moment. She hazarded a glance at him and the words fell silent on her lips. He was staring at her, with a sharpness to his gaze that suggested he was listening very intently. 

"Go on." He said softly. She swallowed, looking away for a moment, taken aback.

"W-well I, I know Rex Lapis is very important to Liyue, so I don't- I don't want to offend you by saying something...improper." She rubbed at one of her arms.

Zhongli shook his head. "You won't offend me. You don't have to tread on eggshells with me."

"Mm...okay. I mean, it's...really neat that he comes down to see his people once a year or whatever I guess, but like...it's so pretentious. And all he talked about was money! Why does a god even care about money? Isn't that weird?!" Wendy gesticulated with one hand, making a face of disbelief.

Zhongli snorted, unable to stop himself. He put a hand over his mouth, getting his quiet laughter under control. Wendy blushed.

"Wh- you said I didn't have to walk on eggshells!"

"Sorry," Zhongli said, still snickering a bit. Wendy let out a puff of air, pouting at him, but her expression softened at the way his laughter was reaching his eyes.

"What's so damn funny anyway?" Wendy asked, poking Zhongli's arm with a finger.

"I couldn't say." Zhongli smiled at her, gently taking the hand that was poking him and bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss. "You'd never hear someone who grew up here say all of that, you know."

"I know! But you said-"

"I know, I know. I'm not laughing at you. I promise."

"...then who are you laughing at?"

Zhongli put his hand back over his mouth thoughtfully. "...Rex Lapis?" His mouth curved upwards in what was almost a smirk. Wendy felt like she was missing the nuance of his response.

"Alright, fine." Wendy laid back down on the grass, sighing. "I say all that, but the truth is...I think I realized that day that Rex Lapis...the god of Liyue wouldn't give a singular shit about me. What he said didn't apply to me. A poor, Mora-less foreigner...nothing he did that day helped me in any way." She swallowed, before sighing again. "To something like him, I must be fairly worthless."

A whole slew of thoughts passed through Zhongli's mind. To something like him, I must be fairly worthless. Zhongli's heart ached at those words. He burned to correct them immediately, to tell her how wrong she was. He cared so much about her. And even though she viewed Rex Lapis as someone else, he hated to let the incorrect information sit in the air between, and even worse within her.

But he couldn't do that without revealing too much.

And in a manner of speaking...she had been right. He hadn't known of her existence, as he did not know of most humans' existences. But a foreigner in particular was something he had given little thought to.

"I...suppose Rex Lapis likely focuses more on his own citizens," Zhongli admitted. "But what you have done since coming here, particularly in recent months, speaks to the values Rex Lapis embodies. Taking your unique talents, and bringing them to market." He allowed himself to glance at her face, his eartips feeling warm as he meandered. "You're at the beginning of a successful business. The god of commerce is no doubt pleased with that."

Wendy rolled her eyes. "I mean, sure, but...that's not...where my value is. And if so, was I worthless before then?"

"You have never been worthless to me." Zhongli couldn't stop the words from spilling out. "You're not worthless to me..." He corrected the statement, leaning over her with worry etched on his face, feeling the blush spreading down his ears to his cheeks just a bit.

She smiled. "Well, I appreciate that. Even if you're no Rex Lapis." She winked, and Zhongli bit his tongue hard enough to draw blood. He coughed quietly and looked away, feeling the blush spread fully to his cheeks now. He pulled back before laying on his back next to her, hands clasped over his stomach, closing his eyes and willing the blush to go away. He heard Wendy shift next to him.

She used a hand to brush back his bangs, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Thanks for letting me slander your archon." She said with a quiet laugh. "I hope I didn't say anything too offensive."

"Hm." He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze as she loomed over him. "Anytime." He joked. "I'm not bothered. Even as tradition is important to me...hearing your thoughts is...more important."

The softness his gaze had taken on made Wendy melt in turn. She laid back down again, curling up against his side, her head resting on his chest. He shifted his arm to wrap around her.

He wondered what she would think if she knew the truth.