#it's something i'm passionate about and my stance will not change

[pomefioredove]

i just noticed on your 'yuu gets sold' sorta series that there was a good ending, by chance could you do a bad ending one? if not that's totally ok! keep safe and stay healthy ❤️

oh god. I have a very evil idea for this.

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim

summary: a bad (or good, depending on your stance) ending type of post: short fic characters: surprise :) additional info: yuu is gender neutral, this is short, HELP

Everyone waits.

The chatter and banter which once occupied the courtyard dies down to dull whispers and foot tapping.

Everyone waits, and there's no Crowley.

"Wonderful," Jamil sighs. "He's probably taken all the money and run off. I told you all that-"

"Maybe he's late!" Kalim shouts. A few in the crowd murmur in hopeful agreement.

Silver coughs. "Maybe he realized this whole thing is ridiculous and is processing everyone's refunds,"

They don't like that option as much.

The sun hangs lower and lower in the sky, threatening to shroud everyone in darkness as the minutes tick on.

"Well, I've had enough of this," Vil says, turning towards the exit. "I've put off my afternoon long enough."

"For once, we can agree on something," Leona murmurs, dragging Ruggie along with him.

No one is exactly surprised with this turn of events- but there's a definite sense of disappointment that everyone is sharing.

"He probably just forgot or 'somethin," Epel says, walking alongside Ace, Deuce, and Jack back to Ramshackle to update you on the happenings.

Jack shrugs. "He's definitely not the most organized, but there's no way someone could just "forget" about this. I think Jamil is right, he probably ran off with the money while he could. The swindler..."

Deuce is the next to add something to the pity party. "And yet, we should've known this was a possibility,"

"Shoulda seen it coming..." Epel murmurs. "I shoulda listened to Vil and pulled out while I still had the chance. Dang it..."

The lights are on in Ramshackle as the four approach, a warm and welcome sight after their disappointing afternoon. And the front door is open- were you expecting them?

"Hm. Well, think of it this way," Ace pushes the door the rest of the way open. "We may have been scammed, but at least nothing changes. I mean, it could've been worse."

"A lot worse," Deuce murmurs, following him inside.

The four make it into the foyer and stop dead in their tracks.

There are many things to expect walking into Ramshackle- cobwebs, dust, ghosts, you- Crowley is usually not one of them.

"You- you've been here this whole time?!" Epel shouts, throwing his arms out. "We were all 'waitin for 'ya like a bunch of idjits!"

Deuce and Ace wince. "Dude, chill... but seriously, where were you?"

Crowley doesn't have the chance to answer before something else steals away their attention.

You walk into the room, suitcase in hand. "Guys?"

The four turn to greet you, eyes wide at the luggage you're carrying. "What's that... Crowley?"

The man himself just stands there, pretending to ponder something. "I could have sworn I sent someone to break the news... how peculiar,"

Epel's brow knots. "What news?"

"A third party somehow got wind of our little... venture and donated a very high sum at the last minute. Along with a very passionately worded letter about our dear prefect's safety here at school," he pauses. "Or lack thereof."

Crowley sighs. "The name rung a bell, but... I couldn't imagine how or why anyone outside of NRC would be following the prefect's moves so closely,"

Deuce's eyes narrow. "Crowley. What are you trying to say?"

"Well, I..." he says, seemingly at a loss for words. "I'm afraid to say that our prefect is being transferred to Noble Bell College,"

[vexwerewolf]

hey, I saw a post reblogged around hating the whole idea of no kink at pride and wanted to understand why that was, but noticed the comments were turned off, so I'm asking here. for reference I dont know very much about the subject and had the general idea that pride should be an all ages space, BUT (the but is very important) since I dont have much knowledge on the subject and can see you are very opinionated around it, id like to know why that is your stance from, well, someone who actually holds that stance.

No pressure to answer I simply want to understand why others hold this stance, the potential history behind it and if I am looking at things the wrong way, a chance to change my opinion

I hope all of this comes across correctly because im not trying to start internet discourse, just learn and have a well rounded understanding of a subject before taking a more solid stance

CW: discussion of sex, homophobia, kink, common anti-kink lies

Okay so if you're not read up on queer history, you have to understand that "deviant," "indecent" or "degenerate" sexuality is an accusation that's been used to repress queer people for pretty much as long as the concept has existed. It has often extended so far as to encompass any form of sex that isn't missionary cishet boning for the purpose of procreation, but it has always and by definition encompassed any and all ways that queer people have sex.

Now, I want to be clear that the LGBTQ+ community is not entirely about sex. Our community touches love, passion, art, gaming, basically every sphere of human experience, but it also includes sex. A lot of queer people like to have sex! Queer people, however, are judged for having and enjoying sex in a way that straight people simply aren't.

It's important to note that the concept of "degeneracy" is a vital component to white supremacist repression of queer people, because it inserts the necessary moral proposition that allows sex between two consenting adults to be labelled as harmful. As cynical as I am about the general public, it's actually pretty difficult to convince the average person that gay sex is something the government needs to repress in and of itself; any argument to this effect needs to come packaged with an additional, vaguely credible concern about social corrosion.

This is much easier to do with kinksters, because kinksters are weirder-looking than shirt-and-slacks queers (who, to be clear, are equally valid). But it's still difficult to make the average member of the public balk, because they'll say "well that sure is freaky but so long as they're doing it in private, who gives a shit?" So long as the people you're trying to stir up hate against aren't doing anything illegal, the average member of the public is gonna think you're the weird one for digging into other peoples' private sex lives.

Thus, the easiest avenue of attack is Pride, where it isn't in private. But it's a fucking deceitful canard. Straight people never have to answer for public displays of their sexuality, which are often far more gratuitous than some dude walking around in a pup mask.

[floralcyanidee]

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Cillian!Oppenheimer x AFAB!Reader (NSFW)

request: scientist reader and Oppenheimer have sm sexual tension between them and trying to hide their feelings for each other cause they're colleagues but then when the Manhattan Project comes up and they both work on it together it just gets too much to handle. by @aporiasposts

disclaimer: this is a work of fanfiction. cillian's representation of oppenheimer is also fictional to a degree. if you dislike this kind of fanfiction, please keep scrolling and do not interact with this post. otherwise, have a lovely day. ♥

warnings: smut, penetrative sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, multiple positions used, mutual pining, years of sexual tension

word count: 2090

author’s note: please read the disclaimer several times if you must before you decide to comment something snarky or send a dense anonymous ask. (: this is my first time writing smut for Robert so it was interesting!! I rather enjoyed it and I think I'm going to finish the other smut I was going to write for him. also, I changed the request details a little. reader is a historian/ political scientist of sorts instead of a scientist. I feel like there is a lot of scientist!reader fics out there and wanted to be a little different haha. I hope everyone enjoys!

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Having a doctorate in history has led you to places you never thought possible. One of those places ended up being the University of California - Berkeley. You were given the opportunity to lecture there with some of the brightest minds in the country- one of them being physicist Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer. Your disciplines differed but had the same solid foundation of facts, evidence, and logic. Needing to see things to believe it for yourself was one thing the two of you had in common, which brought you together. You were interested in his lectures and as he was yours. Both of you have learned a lot from each other and have become good friends. However, there were times when you would interact, and it felt intense. You’d grade papers together in comfortable silence, sometimes stealing glances at one another. Whenever you caught Robert staring, you’d give him a small, knowing smile. When he caught you staring, he’d hold your gaze, which made you nervous. 

You enjoyed attending Robert’s political discussions after class to see how passionate he was about current issues. Dr. Lawrence, your other beloved colleague, often warned you to avoid them, but you ignored him. The energy you’d feel toward Robert every time he’d rant about how every person deserves the freedom and the right to choose was electric. It was the very basis of your beliefs as a historian and a professor. The two of you would often go for a cigarette in the courtyard between classes to enjoy the fresh air and discuss politics. Robert loved hearing your stance on things, especially since you knew your stuff about the history of politics and how things work with them. The tensions were high that day, and before you knew it, Robert leaned into you as you spoke. But before anything could happen, it was time for classes to resume. So you went your respective ways. 

When you were contacted by the government to assist on a top-secret project, you were shocked. They needed your expertise in politics and history, as well as your reading and writing skills. You asked if Robert would be involved due to his talent in psychics, but you got no answer. You didn’t take long to learn of Dr. Lawrence’s involvement in the project, and you were ecstatic to have someone you knew tagging along. He was worried about Robert not being present for the Manhattan Project simply because of his mutual and close friends being communists. You insisted you’d speak to Robert about the matter, but Ernest objected. However, after a meeting about the Spanish Revolution that Robert had held, Ernest blew up on him. He mentioned there was a project and that Robert wasn’t allowed on it as long as he was sticking his nose in communist politics. So, Robert stopped the meetings, and sure enough, General Leslie Groves eventually poked his way into Robert’s office one afternoon to discuss the Project. 

Now, the three of you were involved and had to leave Berkeley. Robert quickly assumed the position of Project leader and already had a location picked out for the Project headquarters. You had heard many stories of this location from him and demanded he take you to it before construction began. You and Robert left Berkeley and traveled to Los Alamos via horse, talking and laughing the whole time about your childhoods and times in school. You both decided to camp there overnight and enjoy the desert and its beautiful sky before dealing with the most significant project in human history. As you sat by the fire that night with Robert, you stared at the sky in wonder. Robert watched you with just as much wonder, enjoying seeing you smile. Because pretty soon, there wouldn’t be much to smile about.

By the time you had moved into Los Alamos and started getting to work, the tension between you and Robert was becoming impalpable. The camping trip solidified whatever was going on between you two- even if it was nothing at all as of right now. Robert ensured you were at every meeting so you could give your two cents if it was needed; you were the brains and the empathy of the project. Gen. Groves admired you for it because no matter how steep the project was getting, you never once panicked or got in over your head. He also admired how you managed to keep your hands off Robert despite how you looked at him. And one day, he mentioned it to you.

“What’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get out of here?” Gen. Groves asked you one day during a field test.

“Oh, uh,” you hadn’t given it much thought, “I’m not sure. Probably continue lecturing.”

“No one special in your life you want to be with?” Groves asked, a kind smile on his face.

“Not really,” you mumbled sadly, your eyes glanced over at Robert, “Not yet, anyway.”

“Maybe once all of this is over, you can pursue them,” Groves suggested knowingly, “We’re so close now. It won’t be long.”

You nodded, seeing that he knew who was on your mind just by how he studied you, “Maybe.”

After all the hard work and growing sexual tension over the tedious years at Los Alamos, the bubble separating you and Robert finally burst the morning of the Trinity Test. The test was a success, and Robert was basking in the afterglow. Everything from getting his hand shaken to being carried by the crowd of excited and ecstatic workers- it brought him some relief. There’s always sunshine before the rain. 

You invited Robert over to your quaint house on the outskirts of Los Alamos for your nightly glass of wine, but this time it was heavier. It was more meaningful because you finally accomplished what you’d been working so hard for. When Robert sat next to you on the chaise next to the fireplace, his leg touched yours. The sexual energy was like a thick, wet blanket. You took large gulps of your wine as Robert’s eyes stared into yours, his glass pressed to his lips with slower sips.

“I can’t believe it’s all over,” you shook your head.

“Me either.”

“What do we do now? What’s life after this going to be like?”

“I’m not sure about that,” Robert had set his wine down on the floor, “But I’m sure about something else.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, polishing off your drink.

“You.”

You slowly sat back up after putting your empty glass on the floor by your feet, “Me?”

“Yes,” Robert paused, “Ever since I met you, I’ve wanted you in ways I can’t explain. And I can usually explain anything.”

You chuckled at that, nodding in agreement, “That you can.”

Robert leaned in, and your smile faltered. His hand reached up to touch your cheek gently, his thumb pushing some of your hair out of the way. Your eyes fluttered shut as you waited with bated breath for Robert to finally, finally kiss you. It had been years of waiting now. And the second his lips pressed to yours, all that time seemed to drift away. There was an explosion in your chest at the feeling of Robert pressing against you on the chaise, pushing you down onto its cushions. His coat and tie have long since been discarded, so all you have to do is worry at the buttons of his shirt with your shaking fingers. Eventually, you get the shirt opened and off his slender frame as it hovered over you. Robert let his skillful tongue slip past your lips with ease, exploring every centimeter of your mouth. How you had longed for this moment.

“Need you, Robert,” you pulled away for air and sighed as his hands pushed up your legs and underneath your dress, “Always have.”

“I’m here, darling. I’m here now.”

Robert shoved the skirt of your dress over your hips and stomach, revealing your slowly soaking white and dainty underwear. He hummed in satisfaction when his finger circled the wet spot at your entrance, causing a moan to leave your lips.

“Eager, are we?” he teased, pulling down your underwear without hesitation.

“Yes,” you said bravely, “Now, nothing fancy tonight. We have plenty of time for other things, but for now, I need you inside me.”

“Alright then,” Robert chuckles, hastily unbuckling his slacks before pushing them far enough down his legs to be comfortable.

He glided his tip along your slickness, gathering all he could to push inside you with less friction. You whined at the contact, a wanton moan escaping you suddenly as he moved into you at a patient pace. But you were anything but patient, especially at this point. You pushed your hips, causing Robert to enter you further, to which he let out a delicious groan. His hands gripped your sides intensely, sure to leave bruises tomorrow. He buried his face in your neck, his teeth baring down into the skin as he felt you suck his cock in. 

“Wanted- needed this for so long,” Robert whispered in your ear as his tip finally brushed against your insides.

“God, me too,” you cried out when he slowly pulled back out and then slammed back into you, “Fuck.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” Robert tutted playfully, to which you flashed him a smile, moving your hips to wiggle him further inside you.

Robert had thrust himself into you again, this time a little faster than the last. He kept doing this until he had a steady rhythm, lifting your legs to put on his shoulders to get a better angle. You growled at the sensation of him hitting your cervix, and your hands scratched down his back. Robert picked up speed, almost making the chaise scoot on the floor. He was fucking you like mad, and you were taking every second of it like his cock was water and you were thirsting in the desert. In this situation, the figure of speech wasn’t too far from the truth. The feeling of him repeatedly steering into your stomach made you nearly squeal from pleasure. Robert presses your thighs to your shoulders, the undersides of them against his chest. You were a mess, moaning like a whore and gripping Robert as if you blinked hard enough, he’d disappear.

“Taking me like such a good girl,” Robert grunted, moving a hand to your cunt to swipe at your clit in time with his thrusts.

You tossed your head back, crying out at the sensation. No one had ever fucked you with such vigor and passion. You felt that growing bubble in your gut, expecting it to burst any second.

“Cum in me,” you demanded, “Need to feel you.”

Robert laughed breathlessly at you, “Are you sure?”

“Certain.”

And as if he weren’t going fast enough, he pulled out, flipped you over, and took you from behind even faster than before. Robert pushed your cheek into the chaise cushion, watching you as you side-eyed him with utmost pleasure. You could feel yourself clenching around him, your orgasm creeping up. Robert pushed your lower back down as far as it’d go, your stomach flush with the material of the chaise underneath you. Your ass being in the air caused Robert to hit a new spot inside you, sending you reeling and spilling over the edge. As your cunt suffocated his cock with its walls, Robert followed your release with his own. His hot cum filled you up with warmth, your hips still bouncing against him. Robert panted from behind you, slowly pulling himself out of your now-dripping pussy. 

You rolled back onto your back, now facing Robert, “That was… wow,” you exhaled.

“I concur,” Robert joked, sitting back and pulling you onto his lap.

You hummed in exhaustion, blissed out as you hung your head on his shoulder.

“Want to stay?” you asked tiredly, eyeing the now-spilled remainder of wine Robert had placed on the floor earlier. You’d worry about it tomorrow.

“I’d love to,” Robert muttered into your ear, kissing it before picking you up off his lap.

The rest of your night is spent watching Robert study you as you lay beside each other in bed. He took you in as if he was seeing you in a new perspective- and he was. Robert was as curious about you as he was about the world and how it worked. Except now, he had to worry about not destroying you like he had the world.

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[allgoldenelite]

Translation of various things surrounding DDT 8/25 (Ibushi's return match)

It's a long one, so click to read it all after the cut

On the mic after the match, Ibushi said:

In these 20 years I've been wrestling, there truly were times when I didn't know if I liked pro wrestling or not. Coming back to the DDT ring and being able to have a match here, it really made wrestling seem fun again. But my love for wrestling is still only at 60%. It's not enough for 100%, but from now on I will get into the ring in AEW and DDT and gradually find my own true wrestling style that's fun to me. Endô, let's have a singles match next. I'm always waiting.

Kôroku Yuya:

I was no match that presence that changes the atmosphere of where he is just by being there, or that aura he has. It was a good experience to get a taste of Ibushi Kôta live like that. But I have to defy him, don't I? There are many passionate guys among the rookies in DDT right now that you don't even know about. Remember that. Thank you for the nice inspiration.

During their backstage comments, Ueno and Mao were more critical of Ibushi coming back to DDT. Ueno said:

We're here right now because Ibushi built the history of DDT. But him coming back to DDT is nothing amazing. What is Ibushi going to do in DDT? What are we going to do in the future? That's [what I want you to] look at. I lost but I'll go forward.

And MAO said:

The guys who had their dreams together with Ibushi Kôta, they can't forget the era in which they dreamed together with him, they'll chase after the shadow of that time their entire lives. How do you think we've been feeling when we built our own era after that?! I don't care about Ibushi this Kôta that, but 'that time' is over! We are the now! We lived through the hard times, and even after DDT was picked up by CyberAgent when the numbers were low, they were still a bit low after that—that the numbers are finally looking good again, that's thanks to the era we built! Don't take us for idiots! You middle-aged lot, don't give yourself up to the 'golden star syndrome'. Wake up. We are the current generation.

To which Ibushi said:

A return to DDT after a long time I'm dead tired, but it felt like something nostalgic, something new. I'm going to physically stay a heavyweight for a bit... It was fun, but, well, I don't have any interest at all in the criticism? inferioty complex? of the rest of the roster and I don't want to get involved with that at all, so I'm going to ignore it. It crossed my mind if [he?] is going to do that kind of wrestling again, but Endô has really grown!"

Oh, these people are the aces? I guess they're from a generation I'm not familiar with [typo]. Either way I'm tired of superfluous jealousy so if this repeats I can always fade out, and also please get bigger crowds again, in the future I won't accept that kind [typo] of jealousy even if it's in wrestling. I'll leave I got AEW too"

And then Ueno had this to say (reposted by MAO and Chris):

For me it's not at all like that. Neither myself nor MAO has any kind of criticism of you or feels inferior to you, Ibushi. It's simply about the problem with the stance of those people who share their opinions. If you could, I'd implore you to watch our backstage comments again. I'm sorry it's about us, but please forgive us if our language is rough. I think the fact that [people] feel nostalgic about the DDT that you built under Takagi, and what the current you is going to build in DDT from now on, are two completely different things. Please don't just look at the past, but at DDT as it is now, as a promotion, as the individuals. It's not just about what's happening right now. The present continues a bit into the future. That's our DDT, us who're living in the now. The DDT the way I see it. It's extremely sad to see this as jealousy or inferiority complex or something like that, that's just unfortunate. I'll show [people] everything I've acquired as a human being. I think that if we can't shift our focus because there are other places, then that's the last stop for us as we are now. If you are born of Takagi Sanshirô and wrestling is fun for you to experience, then please experience DDT until you've had enough. Please don't give up on yourself or others. It's all in DDT. If singles are easier to do then let's have one immediately. We're the children of Takagi Sanshirô, so let's enjoy this. It'd be a waste [not to].

Chris:

At the end of the day, pro wrestling is a fight, so if someone snaps at you, you should snap back. I think no one is expressing petty jealousy, and I think if you think that we are then you have a pretty narrow world view. And the people who are blindly agreeing with that kind of misunderstanding aren't helping the situaton, either. DDT is a kind place with kind people, so let's enjoy this together. If it's not from the heart we won't get anything out of it, after all.

Mita Sayoko:

When Endo asked Ibushi, 'Ibushi, do you love pro wrestling' and Ibushi answered in his actual voice, 'I do', I remembered that time in 2013 at the show in Ryôgoku when Dieno and Ibushi, after their singles match, had this back-and-forth: 'Ibushi, why do you wrestle?' 'Because I love it'.

[the actual back-and-forth took place before Ryôgoku, and went like this:]

Dieno: “Thank you very much for so thoroughly and utterly smashing me to pieces for daring to think I could win even a little bit. Oh, damn it! Ibushi, can I ask you something? Why are you wrestling?” Ibushi: “Because it’s fun.” Dieno: “What a coincidence. [I feel so] too. One more, why are you in DDT?” Ibushi: “Because I love it, because I love it here.”

Ibushi also replied to the first post in this thread:

I really was so lost that I weighed in my mind whether I loved it or hated it. A lot of things raced through [my head]. When I asked myself how I would feel if I didn't have pro wrestling anymore right now, I knew definitely that if it went away I would regret it. I've only ever had like, one regret in my life, but this one I would regret! So then I said, "I do [love it]."

[back to Mita:]

Endo belongs to the last generation in DDT who were deeply influenced by Ibushi, and Ibushi's not just the wrestler who inspired him to become a wrestler but 'someone I will always look up to'. I'm really glad that they each came up through an era when pro wrestling is unbelievable and that I could see with my own eyes the day when they could face each other in a DDT ring [after that]."

And then MAO comes along and throws a fastball at these sentimental feelings. When I saw him yell, "You middle-aged lot, don't give yourself up to the 'golden star syndrome'! Do you have any idea how hard we worked since then?! That era is over!", I felt like I couldn't just carelessly say "I want to see a match with Ibushi and the DNA generation after him" anymore,

and furthermore I knew that Ueno, who had lost his championship and had been made to talk about Ibushi only after his match, was [also] thinking, don't take us for idiots, so I trudged home, thinking around in circles about everything.

Dieno on his blog (this was the free part, there is also a paid one):

First, I should say, 'Welcome back'. This is probably putting the assclusion first, but let me talk about what's great about Ibushi in DDT. It's his degree of madness. That he's a psychopath. If you forgive the crass expression, the guy is insane. But because he has an unbelievable talent for wrestling, people pay attention to him, whether it be because of his moves of his physicality or his unique, hard work, and as a result he was successful in major promotions as well, not to speak of how accepted he was. Although he went to a major promotion, his madness didn't fit in there. That's all this is about. We will never know how much Ibushi was worried when he left DDT. Some people maybe even think it wasn't good. Well, a lot happened. Sorry, but I don't care about that. What does he mean to me? That's the only basis by which I judge Ibushi.

So then he returned to DDT yesterday (8/25). He made sure to dress up in madness. I think his injuries and ring rust did have an effect on him. But this was Ibushi at his most 'Bussan' to me. The same way Endô is 'Tecchan' to me. Ibushi was 'Bussan'.

I don't care if he himself agrees or not. If he's going to be a heavyweight wrestler than he's going to get bigger for that and a build a body he can use for that. I think he will adjust that himself in the future. As far as yesterday is concerned, I think it's enough that he showed up as 'Bussan'.

I guess I'll go into detail? This is jumping around in the timeline a bit, but somehow Endô made his challenge after the main event. It feels like before that he was looking at himself and checking what it was that he himself needed right now. Through the match with Ibushi. His question to Ibushi after the match was probably also part of that. In other words 'Do you love pro wrestling?' You get it, right? Tecchan was asking himself that. In reality the answer was already there. Because he was asking that inside a wrestling ring. But for him, that was probably the last piece needed [to make his] challenge. 'I wrestled because I love wrestling. But sometimes it was difficult in wrestling. Would I continue to love wrestling despite that?' That led to him declaring his challenge after the main.

Kôroku. I'm glad he got a taste of Ibushi before the others. I don't know how Ibushi is going to wrestle for DDT in the future. But I could see him wrestling in matchups that are meaningful. Consequently I guess he won't really wrestle those with shorter careers we call rookies. Thus it's a valuable experience that shouldn't be wasted. And on top of that. Of course, I don't know if this is the correct answer. I don't know, but if I had been Kôraku, I think I would've said 'This guy is crazy' during the match. After all, he tried to asphyxiate him. So I get the feeling that he acted in this kind of position in the match. And by doing so [Kôroku] became a key person of the match. But I don't know if it's the correct way to go to repeat that over and over. It changes depending on how you want to be perceived. Wrestling is hard.

Akito controlled the match. At the very least he did for our team. Akito's control of the chaos was very effective when it came to how excessively often it was Ibushi's turn, even though this was his return match after injury. There was a way everyone conducted themselves that was like, 'Everyone wants to see Ibushi in this match.' The nerve of this guy to have this kind of important position in DDT, in deed as well as in name. How upsetting to think that, I thought in admiration.

And actually, me and Ibushi. This is important for this match. I was able to predict the fact that Akito would help 'Ibushi's match' along the way I noted earlier, so here I shoved in my story with Ibushi, as is my nature. I thought I would do it as soon as Ibushi made his entrance. I write about this in more detail in the paid part, but I understand where Ueno and Mao are coming from. I guess you could call it a concern for the "current DDT". That's why I brought my story with Ibushi here. I think the result was worth it. We mustn't go back to 8 years ago, after all. Not just the wrestlers in this match. Every wrestler in DDT right now. The whole of DDT, in a way. And neither should Ibushi. We live in the now, facing the future together with the past. ...This is the kind of thing I will get deeper into in the paid part.

[bigalockwood]

Simon's Month Day 31 - Photos

Well, now Wilhelm was arguing with the Queen, and Simon felt like he was intruding, though Wilhelm clearly didn’t care that there was someone listening in on his conversation. “Yeah, that might be the case, but I really don’t give a fuck. Sure, there’s a political element to climate change, but don’t you think not protesting is a political stance, too? And even if it wasn’t, I just really don’t care. This is important to me. You told me to find something I’m passionate about at school.”

Protest!Wilmon return as Wille attends his first protest - and the Queen isn't pleased.

I can't believe this is it. Simon's Month is over. Thanks for sticking with me. Thanks for your lovely comments. I feel like this isn't quite the ending the month would deserve, but I'm too tired from life to deliver anything better. Hope you still have fun! <33

Part one of Protest!Wilmon is here.

Prompt 31 for Simon's Month (hosted by @youngroyals-events) is here!

My other drabbles and ficlets for Simon's Month:

Day 1: Pencil Case

Day 2: Food

Day 3: Dodgeball

Day 4: Beach

Day 5: Towel

Day 6: Sara

Day 7: Purple

Day 8: Identity/Discrimination

Day 9: Anime

Day 10: Travel

Day 11: Revolution

Day 12: Music

Day 13: Hoodie

Day 14: Senses

Day 15: Secrets

Day 16: Venezuela

Day 17: Friendship

Day 18: Pride

Day 19: Fish

Day 20: Nightmare

Day 21: Red Light

Day 22: Labor Day

Day 23: Parents

Day 24: Winter

Day 25: Soulmates

Day 26: Dancing

Day 27: Physical Touch

Day 28: Birthday

Day 29: Stars

Day 30: Home

Day 31: Photos

[mayhem-things]

Pelle Ohlin x reader | Heated argument

(Lords of chaos, not the real one)

theyre having an heated argument because of his jealousy. Nonetheless the passion between them overtakes the rage, ending in rough emotions colliding.

tw: oral sex ( male receiving) 

(1452 words)

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Pelle Ohlin, a typically composed individual, found himself engulfed in a tempest of emotions. He had been spending an excessive amount of time with his girlfriend Y/N, only to discover that she had been growing increasingly close to another male companion. The realization gnawed at Pelle, leaving him feeling neglected and consumed by jealousy.

One evening, Pelle and Y/N found themselves in the midst of a heated argument. The atmosphere was charged with tension, and Pelle's usual calmness gave way to an outpouring of hurt and frustration.

"What's going on with you, Pelle?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion as she sensed the shift in his demeanor.Pelle, struggling to articulate his emotions, took a deep breath before finally finding his voice.

"I can't ignore the fact that you've been spending so much time with (male name) lately," he exclaimed, his voice quivering with a mix of anger and hurt.

"It feels like you're deliberately neglecting the attention we used to share."

Y/N's face contorted, a mixture of surprise and defensiveness. She hadn't realized the depth of Pelle's feelings, and now, confronted with his raw intensity, she felt the need to protect herself.

"Pelle, I had no idea you felt this way,"

 She responded, her voice tinged with frustration. 

"(male name) and I have been friends for ages, and it's unfair of you to accuse me of neglecting our bond."

The tension in the room continued to escalate, and Pelle's emotions overwhelmed him.

"It's not just about him! It's about us, our connection," he retorted, his voice rising in volume.

"I miss the attention, the closeness we once shared."

As Pelle's voice grew louder, so did his frustration. The bottled-up emotions that had been festering inside him began pouring out, fueling an increasingly heated exchange. Y/N, too, began to feel the weight of their conversation."Pelle, I can't change the fact that (name) is my friend. Our friendship doesn't diminish what we have," She shot back, her voice edged with impatience.

"You're making this about something it doesn't have to be."

Pelle's anger surged, his hurt morphing into a potent cocktail of resentment and indignation.

 "How can you say that? Our relationship should be a priority for both of us," he exclaimed, his voice laced with bitterness. "But lately, it seems like I'm just an afterthought to you."

Y/N's eyes flashed with frustration, and she couldn't contain her own rising ire. 

"You're being unreasonable, Pelle. I've tried to balance my friendships, but it seems like nothing I do is ever enough for you," she retorted, her voice sharp with accusation. 

"Maybe you should consider your own insecurities before blaming me for everything."

As their argument raged on, Pelle and Y/n's once-solid relationship seemed to crumble under the weight of their unresolved emotions. Each word exchanged was like a dagger, further driving a wedge between them.In that moment, it became clear that their anger had clouded their judgment and communication. The jealousy that consumed Pelle had pushed him to lash out, while her defensive stance only exacerbated the situation.

In the heat of their argument, Pelle's overwhelming jealousy consumed him. His emotions reached a breaking point, and without uttering a single word, he impulsively leaned down and kissed her with an intensity that surprised them both. The kiss was fueled by a mixture of frustration, longing, and a desire to bridge the growing divide between them.Caught off guard, Y/N initially resisted, her mind still clouded with the remnants of their heated exchange. But as their lips met and the raw, pent-up emotions coursed through their veins, she found herself yielding to the passionate kiss.Their lips moved fervently, speaking a language that transcended words. The intensity of the moment was both liberating and overwhelming, as if their bodies were desperately trying to bridge the emotional chasm that had formed between them. In that stolen moment, the weight of their unspoken apologies and the depth of their connection became palpable. The barriers that had erected between them began to crumble, as the rawness of their emotions gave way to a longing for closeness.Their embrace became a silent admission of the mistakes they had made, an unspoken understanding that they were both flawed and affected by their own insecurities. They kissed with a fervor that transcended words, desperately trying to mend the wounds inflicted by their argument.

The lingering anger within him amplified his actions, making them more impulsive and rough—far beyond what she was accustomed to. However, she found herself willingly succumbing to that impulsive behavior. Their tongues danced fervently, engaging in a passionate and uninhibited kiss that explored the depths of each other's mouths. Her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, urging him to deepen the kiss, while his hand grazed her leg, pulling it up towards his waist. The intensity of their kiss escalated, resulting in an accidental collision with the wall, a testament to their shared urgency.Her hands instinctively traced a path down his torso, skillfully unbuckling his belt, while he trailed kisses down her neck, gently nibbling and sucking to mark her with visible kiss marks. In that moment, he desired for anyone who laid eyes on her to know without a doubt to whom she belonged, possessiveness and passion intertwining. The raw, unfiltered emotions flowing between them fueled their insatiable desire, fueling their longing for each other's bodies.With the belt dropping soundlessly to the ground, his pants swiftly followed suit. He reciprocated her gesture by helping her undress, their actions speaking volumes as not a single word escaped their lips. There were no arguments, no apologies, only a primal connection driven by pure, unadulterated emotion. The undeniable bulge in his pants pressed against her, an unmistakable sign of his heightened arousal, instantly understood by Y/N.

Her hand ventured further down, her fingers rubbing against the fabric of his underwear, seeking out the bulge that strained against the constraints. As she applied pressure, eliciting heavy breaths and soft moans from Pelle, Y/N couldn't help but revel in the knowledge of how maddeningly teasing her touch must be driving him. Their eyes locked, and the intensity in his gaze confirmed her suspicions. His eyes pleaded for her to go further, to satisfy the longing that burned within him. Yielding to his unspoken desires, she knelt before him, her lips trailing kisses along his thighs, ignoring his self harm wounds, before gradually making their way closer to his throbbing length.As her lips inched nearer, Pelle's larger hand found its place behind her head, guiding her gently towards his arousal. Sensing his need, she decided it was time to cease the tantalizing tease. With a swift motion, she pulled down his boxers, exposing his erect member, already pulsating with anticipation from her touch."Please," Pelle whispered, his voice filled with pure longing, his plea bordering on begging. Y/N's finger traced a path up his shaft, savoring the texture beneath her touch, before she teasingly began to lick and suck at the tip of his length. Each flick of her tongue, each gentle suction, drew moans of pleasure from his lips, echoing in the air as his body quivered with delight.

A loud groan escaped his lips as Y/N finally took his entire length into her warm mouth, the tip of his erect cock grazing the tightness of her throat. The sensation was mind-numbing, erasing any remnants of anger that had lingered within him. Like a reflex, he instinctively guided her head, his hand gently motioning the rhythm as she continued to suck and play with her tongue. Pleasure surged through him, his mind blurring with each tantalizing movement.

"Fuck," he groaned, unable to contain the overwhelming ecstasy building within him. Her increasing speed, combined with her expert techniques, pushed him closer to the edge. He could feel his climax approaching, the anticipation heightening his senses.

"Fuck, I'm cu-" Pelle couldn't finish the sentence, cut off by a deep moan as his orgasm crashed over him, seizing his entire being. Throwing his head back, a wave of pleasure rippled through every part of his body, overwhelming him. In the throes of his climax, his body jerked involuntarily, his essence filling her mouth. Panting heavily, his heart racing, he leaned down to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, his expression now filled with love and tenderness.Moments later, as the intensity subsided, he broke the kiss, their lips still tingling with the lingering passion. With a gesture of affection, he whispered, 

"Thank you," his voice filled with genuine appreciation for the pleasure she had bestowed upon him.

[greenerteacups]

oooh (hello, sorry, hello), quick question, since I saw you mentionned Tonks, via Lupin. What are your thoughts on Tonks/Lupin? :3

Hello! I wrote about them a long time ago in this post, which I don't fully stand by, since I've reflected on it some since. I think my stance on age gaps has changed a bit since then, and I'm more interested in the potential of Tonks/Lupin to be a ship that's not (as I sort of assume in the post) purporting to be an idealized "healthy" couple, but rather is a realistic relationship between two people with similar trauma in an ongoing war. They're not a ship of mine, but I can see what would be fun and interesting about them.

Specifically, I think it makes a lot of sense for Tonks to be attracted to Remus, who is one of the few eligible bachelors available to her (being a guerrilla warrior seriously narrows the dating pool) and also happens to be a grizzled soulful war veteran with a lively sense of humor. That's a pretty normal and predictable crush for her to have, actually. It's also pretty normal for Remus to become attracted to a hot, funny, capable woman who's showing romantic interest in him. But that's where a lot of people run into the squick, which is fair — 23 and 35 is a large gap, and it's early enough that it could be Tonks's first relationship, which would make it more uncomfortable.

That being said, although I remember going ??? when I first read the Remus/Tonks arc, it never occurred to me that it might reflect poorly on Remus. (I was a child when I read these books for the first time, but even so, I definitely could tell when there was something up with, say, Slughorn, who creeped me out for reasons I wouldn't identify for a long, long time.) For one thing, 23 and 35, while not being a dynamic I would support for my friends, is still a consenting relationship between adults. For another, the text is pretty clear that Tonks has been aggressively pursuing Remus for a while. We can litigate how likely that is to be true in any given IRL case, but in the text, it's unambiguously Tonks's passionate and enduring conviction that they should be together, and Remus agrees only after both primary female figures of authority in the series (Molly and McGonagall, respectively) give him their blessing.

My main regret is I wish it was used as a springboard to explore more about Tonks. She was a character with a ton of potential (metamorphmagus! auror! spy! daughter of a disinherited Black! cousin of Draco, niece of Bellatrix and Narcissa, second cousin to Sirius! went to Hogwarts alongside Bill and Charlie Weasley!) and I feel like her love story didn't give her anything all that interesting to do; Remus was the main point of conflict, and even then, we didn't see him get over it, we just saw Molly and McGonagall telling him what to do. This isn't about wanting better writing, it's about wanting any writing for him, man. His scene about Tonks with Harry in the beginning of Deathly Hallows is great, notwithstanding it has the misfortune of existing in the context of Deathly Hallows; but again, this is Tonks being used as a vehicle of character development for two men, and not explored in her own right. So that, if anything, my bone to pick with the two of them.

[starseungs]

➳ 11:11pm. hhj

hwang hyunjin x gn!reader

light(?) angst, bestfriend!hyunjin, unrequited love — 0.7k words

made this just to post smth while i finish my wips </3

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"Why is everyone in love except for me?"

Hyunjin passionately complains, turning off his phone to toss it to the side after finally getting tired of seeing countless happy couples on his feed. "It's almost insulting to be left out like this."

You side-eyed him without much care to hide the somewhat disrespectful action. It was on purpose anyway—you wanted him to see it to prove your point. "Maybe if you lessened your expectations for every relationship then you wouldn't be whining pathetically on my apartment couch."

"And lower my standards? No way," he gasped in an exaggerated manner. You merely yawned, already having expected his response. "I have a very specific vision only my soulmate would be able to recreate!"

"Yeah, right. Your soulmate is probably grass, because you really need to touch some."

Hyunjin narrowed his eyes on you. The sharpened gaze barely affected you after having gotten used to it for years now. "You don't get to scold me like this, you're literally single too."

You couldn't help but scoff at the words you unfortunately managed to hear. Hyunjin wasn't entirely wrong—you were single too. But you believed there was a major difference between both your situations.

"Unlike you, though," you started, pausing for a split second at the sight of Hyunjin's attentive stare. It made you want to cry. "I'm not looking for a relationship right now."

"Come on, Y/N! Don't you want to see how other people would react?" He tried to sell it to you like some on-sale product. "You said it yourself; you're not looking for a relationship, then boom! Boyfriend!" Hyunjin looks up at you with a proud grin, to which you find yourself holding your breath too.

"Mysterious, right?"

You grit your teeth. From the day you first met him as a freshman in college up until this very moment, Hyunjin had barely changed. Of course, there were many aspects of him that had matured, as well as skill wise also improved—but the Hyunjin you knew never changed in your eyes. And you could say that neither did you. He was still the same one you befriended, the one you held oh-so-dearly, and the one you loved.

That fact only made you even more opposed to the idea that would just break what was left of your sense of rationality.

"You're actually insane, Hwang Hyunjin," you tried to keep your voice as composed as possible. He would likely never notice such a small change either way, but you're a lot more cautious about things. "That stuff is for fiction books. Nonexistent in real life."

He snorts at your comment. "Well, you'd be surprised. A lot more people do it than you thought."

"It's stupid."

Hyunjin hums, surprisingly acknowledging your stance. "I guess it's just normal for humans to crave love… and attention. Mostly for the attention," he lightly laughs at his own words—something you had to clench your fists quietly to as a silent reminder it could never be for you. "Still it's for fun, Y/N. We both don't have significant others or anyone courting us, so who'd get jealous?"

Yet despite everything you just did, you knew that it would end up in your loss. It always did.

"Damn it, fine."

Hyunjin's face lights up, making your heart flip and shatter upon landing because you knew you weren't doing it for the same reasons as him. Unfortunately, you've immediately come to regret your decision as Hyunjin slips his hand into yours without a word. You gasped at the unexpected feeling that had the butterflies in your stomach, circling in chaos. "Relax your hand," you heard him say, and for a second you forgot the situation you were in. "It looks awkward in the photo."

Oh. Right. You two were faking a soft launch.

It took you less than a second to release the tension from your hand. You knew it was merely you losing energy from the disappointment, but you would never admit it out loud. At least Hyunjin seemed satisfied, though.

"Should we put a caption?" He ponders, glancing at you for help. You bit your lip at what you were about to say.

"11:11, my wish came true."

Hyunjin raises a suspicious eyebrow. "That's… very corny—even for someone like you."

"It's not real anyway, might as well go all out," was your pitiful excuse, snatching the phone from him to quickly place the words.

And as you pressed the post button, all you could think of was how you hoped this was real. But 11:11 would never grant your wish like you wrote in the caption.

Not unless Hyunjin wished for you too.

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[https-chaos]

argh it's so annoying talking to my dad about anything. idk what wires he has crossed in his head but he reacts to an info dump like i'm trying to have a debate.

if you don't know (or maybe if it's just me), when i'm info dumping, i'm reasonably certain that the information i'm giving you is correct. most of my strong opinions are heavily researched and evidence based; i follow the sources, i check the investors, i check writer credentials, i seek peer-reviewed science, i take extensive notes, i check the number of data points and the data analysis methods, i research the opposing ideas and take them into serious consideration, and if the opposing idea has better evidence i change my stance. if i'm info dumping, you can be certain that the info is as close as i can possibly get to the truth, because my passion comes from inching closer to a truthful worldview.

also, for me info dumping is kinda like a sign of affection. when i'm excited about something i just want to share all the wonderful and exciting details with someone. it made me happy and i want to tell you about it to make you happy too.

and he KNOWS THIS

but still every time i'm like "i read this awesome meta-analysis, with a giant dataset, cowritten by like a hundred highly credentialed scientists from forty countries and extensively peer reviewed! it concluded this cool thing! here is everything i know about it because i want to share my excitement!"

he responds like "well so... obviously that's not true and definitely made up. i think they're all lying and all the data is flubbed, or you read it wrong because you're not a phd scientist. i have no evidence and have done no research; this conviction is based on intuition and i firmly believe it's more valid than the century of combined expertise you're referencing."

and i'm like... :(

i was just trying to share something that i was passionate about. it really hurts my feelings idkkkkk. being shot down mid info dump triggers my rsd so hard it makes me nauseous

[liaromancewriter]

What Could Have Been

Series Premise: When Ethan breaks his promise, Cassie is forced to accept they’re not inevitable after all.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 680

Chapter 1: Promises Made. Promises Broken A return and the end of something special before it could begin.

A/N1: This series doesn’t follow my headcanon and is closer to book 2 canon. Like my hc, Ethan and Cassie are together briefly before he leaves for the Amazon. However in Lia Land, what happens after his return is always the divergence point.

A/N2: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 41, prompt 2

Her heart was broken, shattered like glass by his disdain. The words delivered in a cold, emotionless tone, sounding so unlike the man she’d fallen in love with.

For one second, Cassie Valentine wondered if it was a bad dream, like the kind she’d had while he was in the Amazon. All the doubts she tried to push away during the busy daylight hours had returned tenfold to haunt her dreams.

Where Ethan Ramsey falls for another woman, someone more beautiful and smarter than her. His equal in every way that she wasn’t. Despite their promises to each other in the departure hall of Boston’s Logan Airport and the night before in his bed.

“Consider us reset. I won’t cross boundaries with you again.”

But it wasn’t a dream. Ethan was deadly serious. Those blue eyes that had glittered with passion and laughter two months ago now stared at her so full of ice she shivered despite the warm summer night.

Everything he said tonight was logical. His concern for her career. His doubts about being able to push her to excel if they were involved romantically.

This was wrong, she thought, her heart rate accelerating as panic set in. This was not how their love story was supposed to be. They couldn’t just end before they’d had a chance to truly begin.

She’d promised to wait for him, and he’d vowed to come back to her. Only he hadn’t. He was breaking his promise as cruelly as he destroyed their love.

Cassie wanted to lean in, kiss his lips, remind him of what they meant to each other. But she held back. He had closed himself off from her. The distance in his stance was a slap in the face after everything they’d been through.

She felt the tears prick her eyes and knew she was close to breaking down. To beg Ethan to change his mind. Take her back.

But Ethan looked away from her, turning back to his drink.

Her gaze zigzagged across the empty beer garden, taking in every detail. The persistent flicker of a single light bulb. The sad tune of a country song drifting from the jukebox inside.

She needed to leave. To walk away with her dignity intact. They said love and hate were two sides of the same coin. And now she knew how true that was.

“Okay,” she said, clearing her throat. Her voice was gruff from unshed tears. “I get it. I’ll see you tomorrow, Dr. Ramsey.”

Cassie forced herself to slide off the bench, turn around and walk back inside.

She had no idea how she made it as far as the T station before the tears began to fall. Functioning on autopilot, she stepped inside the subway car that pulled into the platform and stepped off when she reached her station.

She wrapped her arms around herself and began the two-block walk home.

Home. She just had to get home, and everything would be fine.

She put one step before the other until she ran up the brownstone steps and into the elevator.

Quietly unlocking the apartment door, she breathed a sigh of relief at the silence and low light in the hallway. It meant everyone else had gone to bed, and she was saved from having to explain the state she was in.

Cassie shuffled to her bedroom and closed the door, leaning against it for a few seconds. She took deep breaths, but a low wailing sound escaped her lips. An indescribable grief descended upon her like a shadow, and tears cascaded hotly down her cheeks.

She believed they were inevitable, destined to be together despite the odds. But now she knew it was as false as his promises to her.

Not everything can be butterflies and rainbows. Things get hard sometimes. That’s just how it is, she thought, hardening her heart.

She stretched out on the bed and willed herself to dream of what was because tomorrow was the first day of the rest of her life without Ethan and what could’ve been.

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[allieebobo]

While I am salty abt Rayyan’s lack of faith in our MC, I am also absolutely endeared by their consistent dedication to tennis and being the best ❤️ Their passion for the sport is definitely one of the reasons I’m attracted to them, and same goes for my MC. Their reaction to the doubles pairing is upsetting, but if you were aiming to make these characters feel real and authentic, then you nailed it! I’m happy Rayyan doesn’t change or give up their passion for the sport just because they’re starting to gain feelings for the new freshie. Tennis is their first love, not anyone else 😆 Rest assured though that my MC will still try to make them eat their words 😉

Ahh I'm glad Rayyan's response is something folks are thinking about and enjoying(?) To summarise, I think Rayyan has this almost obsessive fixation on tennis because they know how good they can be, and a lot of their self-worth is derived from that, for better or for worse. To the second anon, you're absolutely right in that this gives them a "standing at the edge of a cliff" feel to their frenetic, almost all-consuming passion/ambition.

Very long answer below hahaha :p do I psychanalyse all of my characters? Unfortunately... yes 🤣🤣 it's a blessing and a curse 😂

Tldr; Tobin and Rayyan have grown up with different family backgrounds and different experiences of being "othered", and this informs the way they react to big events.

Rayyan's family, as one of the only Egyptian (and Muslim) families in their neighbourhoods, are inevitably more isolated and insular--their family does their best to cling on to their traditions and religious beliefs and history, but this doesn't always help with assimilating to a new country. Rayyan has always felt alone, different, and have grown up learning to be independent, often with the mindset of taking on adversity alone. Hence their instinctive response to MC, and their dislike for doubles.

Being born into an immigrant family, Rayyan has also always felt as though they've had to prove themselves twice over: first to the outside world, then to their family--especially their father and grandmother who want nothing more than to see their child/grandchild succeed. Rayyan, as the oldest of the youngest generation, bears the responsibility of being the family's 'proof' of successful assimilation into America in some ways.

Rayyan is consumed by the need to do well at tennis and at school because it is tied not just to their own self-worth, but also their family's, by extension. So, they've always found it hard to accept anything less than perfect from themselves--there's just too much riding on them for them to "fail".

Tobin, in this IF, is a foil to Rayyan in that they deal with similar, but very different pressures of being a black athlete, but they respond in a very different way. Rayyan tends to focus on one thing and one thing alone: winning - the classic "I let my tennis do the talking". Tobin, on the other hand, has always prioritized people, over anything else.

Tobin's parents have always been very active and plugged into the African-American community where they live, and so Tobin has always felt like they belong squarely in the world they inhabit, unlike Rayyan. Tobin's parents are also big proponents of solidarity and kindness, so Tobin's stance has always been: the world's fucked up, but we're all in this fucked up world together.

Then there's also the dimension of their personality. Rayyan is hot-headed, almost brash, and they're also proud, fiercely independent, and distrustful of anyone not in their inner circle. On the other hand, by virtue of their charisma and more lighthearted demeanor, Tobin has always commanded/attracted/built their own "tribe". They're also far calmer and more laid-back than Rayyan, and their responses are always measured, thoughtful, and almost slow to act/anger--there's a con here too though, they often end up losing their own gut reaction in the midst of all that careful deliberation, not just of their own feelings, but everyone else's.

So in conclusion, CT:OS will always have its characters at the heart of it, and I've tried my best to give these characters rich and unique experiences and histories and ways of relating to the world.

That's not to say these characters aren't contradictory at times, and they will evolve through the course of the IF--MC will even have a big part to play in that, through their actions and words and the way they choose to interact with the characters.

As another ask mentioned, now that the characters are more fleshed out, I'm hoping a lot more of these dynamics can come into play! :) (oh dear, that got very long!)

[ace-aro-queerplatonic-positivity]

not aspec but thanks for publicly talking about being proship. i'm VERY proship, have been before it got that term & always will be. sadly i've seen the the harassment it brings online from anti's and they've made me terrified of speaking up about it online (even though it is something i'm passionate about and wish i could talk about). so thanks for being a voice for those of us who have been scared into silence

(feel free not to post this on your blog as it's not exactly 'on theme'. i just wanted to express my gratitude)

First of, apologies to the other recent anon who I thus far “ignore” because I don’t have the spoons to do your ask justice

Anon, I have also always been proship and was actually appalled when I saw what anti shippers are doing. Which, incidentally, was also the first time I really realised how bad it’s gotten

Today’s reblogging-spree is actually because I got a new follower who has “proshippers DNI” at the top of their blog description and I was like “okay, either I block them or I gently tell them to get off my blog”

So basically those reblogs where a wave with the fence post (German idiom)

PSA: if you in general think you are allowed to police any one person’s identity/ self-expression, other than your very own,

Or are any other kind of bigot…

kindly fuck off

Like, I don’t know how many announcements about this I have made but my stance on all this isn’t going to change

This blog doesn’t have a DNI beyond terfs and aphobes but if you have a DNI, please assume I’m on it!

[coeluvr]

Since the fire route got brought up again, I did want share my own MCs stances on their choice to burn. Both did choose to burn Farah's room to give Luceris a taste of his own medicine, but the triggers that cause the choice and what they got out of it ended up being different.

Miles was bottling a lot of things up the years before the fateful room burn. They tried so hard to remain calm, remain kind and were just given crap for their attempts time and time again. But even in those moments, there was always this little fire in their belly that flickered to life in occasion. For them, nothing in particular from the night triggered their urge to burn; it was just everything that's happened over the years hit them at once while in that room. Lancelot's incessant need to fix something that he helped Luceris break, Helios being able to smile even after they revealed to him the monster that the king is, the servants treating him like trash for who knows how long because of king spreading lies about this family, the rage of how Luceris took everything from them, the grief of feeling so alone and unheard...it was like someone poured gasoline on that little fire and it came out roaring. Something about burning the room released a giant weight off them

Brigid, in comparison, has been fighting every step of the way since being dragged to Rosea. No one could ever deny this girl was brimming with the passion and of ferocity of a dragon. But those years of constant fighting were taking a toll on her own fire, that was slowly getting weaker and weaker as nothing around her changed no matter how hard fought for it to. The triggers for her were Vincent's easy discovery of her and the play; something about how seemingly easily Vincent saw through the disguise that left her distraught with the thought she couldn't even have that small taste of freedom for herself without one of Luceris' people knowing about it. Seeing the play just really hit with how many people support and glorify the Rosea king's madness and it was...disheartening. She burned the room with less impulsive action than Miles, but the lashing out did nothing to dispel the heavy weight that that fell upon her that night: she can never be free and so many side with the mad king. The fire in her is now armor by a thick layer of ice that both protects the little that is left, and keeps it hidden now from the outside world.

Both stayed to face Luceris head on, one taking pleasure with the look on his face and the other feeling nothing. Maybe even Luceris sees just how off their smiles are now, with Miles' sharpened with a almost maniacally glee and Brigid's holding nothing but a cold emptiness. Now the games between Luceris and these two are truly about to start.

No one can blame MC for burning down the room because let's be real he deserved every bit of it. It's interesting to read about your two MCs who even if they have a different journeys within themselves, they end up in the same spot.

I just hope they can find some sort of peace (acting like I'm not the author) because what the hell they really deserve it.

[hanafubukki]

They're already coming out with the school arc Black Butler anime?! I can't 😭 For some reason, for the past 10 years or so I just can't read or watch anime/manga I love cause I get too emotional cause I love them lol. Black Butler is a big one. I haven't read recent chapters for years cause I'm just like "I LOVE THIS SO MUUCCHHHH 😭😭😭😭" My heart can't handle it.

- Fake Date Sebek Anonie (I was about to write just Fake Sebek Anon lol)

Hello Fake Date Sebek Anonie 💚💞🌺

Oh I felt this, I get how you feel about not wanting something you to love end because then it’s finished and so has a part of you.

But Fake Date Sebek Anonie, as someone who is going through this and trying to change this aspect of her life, I’m going to be a tad bit serious. ☺️🫶

We only live once Anonie, the next day isn’t promised to us but a gift, and I think if Black Butler makes you happy (even with the inevitable end), you should go back and read the manga and watch the anime.

On the bright side, it will be as if you are revisiting something you cherish and enjoying it all over again.

You deserve to be happy Anonie, and if this brings you happiness?? Why deny yourself?? You can always visit it again and always enjoy it again.

And also you can enjoy it with others too! And what greater joy than having fun with others right? Letting it rekindle that love and make that passion thrive?

This has been my new stance lately, I’m going to enjoy life how I can.

That means finishing a book that I held off finishing because I didn’t want the series to end. Treating myself to things I want when I can. And planning a trip to places I want to go.

It also means using my favorite candles, taking stuff out of boxes, and trying not to preserve everything I have and just enjoy them. Because at the end, who’s going to love these things if not us? The ones who love these shows/books/items?

It’s just going to end up in trash or sold when we are gone (I mean family might get it too but that’s besides the point, it’s for you initially after all right?) and then what’s the point? We should love and enjoy these things that brings us joy.

I know I went a bit serious there but fake date sebek Anonie, I hope you can enjoy and continue to enjoy this series that brings you so much joy.

You got this Anonie ☺️🫶🌺

(You too can be Sebek if you tried 😂 you just need a waka-sama shrine and knightly training ⚔️)

[myrinthinks]

are you a zionist? the tags on that one post made me wonder and i dont want to follow a zionist. sorry if not and im bugging you for no reason lol

You know, I've been kinda going back and forth on whether to answer this or not, not because I'm offended or anything but on principle (and also because I couldn't tell what it was referring to at first and "are you a zionist?" is one hell of a thing to read out of nowhere; for everyone similarly confused: it's in reference to this post).

Because the thing is:

The whole topic of zionism/Israel's war on Palestine/Israeli colonialism could not have been what I was talking about in those tags because the post in question is literally about shutting up and never, ever talking about something. Contrary to that, I have reblogged numerous posts on the Palestine-Israel issue over the past months which I would have thought made my stance on the whole thing clear. (I have also donated to Palestinian relief funds but of course you couldn't have known about that because, somewhat ironically given the topic, I never mentioned that on my blog.) I'm astounded that out of all possible topics I never, ever talk about, you landed on one that, well, I actually have talked about.

I'm also astounded that you read my saying "so I simply never talk about them ever" and thought "better make her talk about it". When I say I don't talk about a topic, I mean it.

Ironically, I was - again - going back and forth on whether to include those tags in the first place when I reblogged the post in question, exactly because of anticipating asks like this one. I feel like it's a simple reality of life that basically every person we interact with has thoughts and feelings we don't know, have never even thought of, and might even vehemently disagree on, especially when that interaction is happening through an online lens. But somehow, a lot of people don't seem to (want to?) realise that, and actually acknowledging that simple fact somehow makes you suddenly suspicious when it's just stating the truth.

There are a lot of topics I don't talk about, either online or IRL, but not all of those are ones I know people won't share my thoughts and feelings on; in fact, the vast majority aren't. You are vanishingly unlikely to guess what I was referring to in those tags, even if you list all the things you can think about which I've never mentioned on here, mostly because what I was referring to are all utterly mundane topics, they're just things I happen to know some (not even all! Not by a long shot!) of my online friends have the diametrically opposed opinion on, passionately. (If you absolutely need an example, albeit a fandom one: one such topic - which has since changed because I found my people - used to be my love for omegaverse. I gobble that shit up, it's my absolute favourite trope in any fandom I've ever been in. But I had one online friend - "had" not for any particular reason, we just drifted apart naturally and haven't interacted in years; she actually fully deleted her tumblr some time ago - who was very vocal about her hatred of it. By pure happenstance she mentioned her strong dislike of the trope before I mentioned my strong like and as such, I simply never brought the topic up at all, ever.)

You are allowed to not follow me for any reason at all! If I, for some reason, have given you the idea that I might be [whatever you can come up with] and you're uncomfortable with that, you don't even have to hesitate, you can just unfollow/not follow me in the first place. I don't even know my follower count and accidentally look at it maybe once every two weeks. But even if that weren't the case, what am I gonna about it? I don't know you! You can just happily live your life without my having any way to contact you about your unfollowing me, and if you hadn't even followed me to being with, even better - I don't even know you exist! Spoken more bluntly: this.

I could be lying about all of these things. I would think that looking through my blog would be a much better indicator of my personality, stances, and attitude than point-blank asking me about it. I could easily try to trick you with my answer to your question but I've had this blog for almost ten years and I would be playing a very long ruse if I had spent that much time exhibiting views I don't actually hold.

[literaticat]

I live in a deep red state, chose to be a stay at home mom, and generally look as though I believe like every white person around me. However, I don’t. I am just wondering how I write my bio in order for agents to not immediately label me a certain way. I write humor MG and YA with some progressive themes, but they aren’t the focus of the story.

I do appreciate your sensitivity and not wanting to be labeled in a certain way -- but I also think you're overthinking it a hair.

Lots of agents are white, and/or have lots of white clients. Lots of agents are from places other than NYC, and rep clients all over the US and the world. So I don't think most of us would automatically assume anything negative about an author just based on where they live or what they do or what they look like.

After all, why should we, when we can base negative feelings on things a person actually says and the books they've actually written! I promise you that people who have uh... extremely divisive views... can't help but say so in their queries or in the kinds of books they choose to write. It's QUITE CLEAR when a book is coming from somebody who, you know, hates books, or despises "woke ideology", or whatever other weirdo stance -- they say it right out loud and there are no assumptions or guessing games necessary!

If anything, unless you tell me differently, my automatic assumption would be the opposite. I'd be more likely to think, if you are querying me with a fun kids book with mildly progressive themes, and your query is well-written, and your bio doesn't mention "Guns, God and American Values!" or something like that, and you seem affable and not-bonkers, that you are probably liberal-leaning (or "fiscally/politically moderate-to-liberal but socially very liberal") regardless of where you live.

That's because a) most people who want to read and write great books for kids LOVE AND RESPECT KIDS BOOKS, and kids books is, frankly, a 'snowflake' kind of field to be in; and b) If you seem to have read the guidelines and targeted the book correctly, you must be smart; and thus c) you must know that I rep a lot of queer and other kinds of diverse and "woke" kinds of books, and I would think that most very conservative people wouldn't WANT to be repped by me!

BUT ANYWAY. If you want to make that even more clear in your bio, you can. It's short, but there's space for you to put a kind of "mission statement." There's no need to say you are a SAHM if you feel like that pigeonholes you. You don't even need to say exactly where you live if you feel like THAT pigeonholes you, just say something general about the region.

"I'm Mindy Smith, and I am passionate about writing fun, accessible stories for kids and teens that also touch on themes that are important to them and their future, such as climate change and environmental activism. I live near a swamp, and when I'm not writing children's books, I get my heart rate up by chasing alligators off the porch while wrangling two toddlers and an unruly dog."

"I'm Dorothy Gale-Belvedere. I grew up in Kansas and still live nearby with my family, and yes, I've heard all the Wizard of Oz jokes, and yes, I am skittish about tornados, and also yes, as the light and fun books I write can attest, I do love rainbows and glittery shoes and all things magical! But no, I don't have a dog named Toto, just a cat named Gretchen."

"I'm Deborah Candleflame, and I'm a former elementary school English Language Arts teacher who still loves sharing stories with kids -- particularly stories of grand adventure tinged with fantasy and folklore elements that can show them the limitless bounds of their own imagination! I live in a holler in the beautiful Appalachian mountains and, in addition to writing, I am raising three spoiled kids* as well as two fairly well-adjusted human children."

*(that was a goat joke!)

See how all those people sound pretty nice and not unhinged, and you'd never think "yikes, they sound like they might want to put gay people in jail"? Just do something like that!