#like i swear these countries and cultures are more than just that so please be open to learning more and not just make assumptions

[saltyyetbland]

ngl im fucking terrified of how the fandom will act when the asian ccs get added and they are confronted with asian customs such as honorifics, asian cultural norms, and the language itself (ie words that are common in one language that sounds like a slur in another) and i know most of the fandom will be open and welcoming but idk im probably being way too pessimistic as someone who is asian and has seen the bs that people can spew esp regarding things like stereotypes

[harus-simp]

Ricky as a boyfriend

-Ricky x reader-

Warning: none

Author's note: well this is technically not a request but after speaking with it with my 🐯 anon it inida gave me some ideas 👀, so this goes for you pookie :))

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How would ricky act as your boyfriend?

(This men would be the death of me I swear to God)

So I'm convinced he would be a little bit awkward and shy at first

I mean he's not too extroverted in itself but not too introverted with people he knows

So I'm sure he'd behave the same on a relationship

You both first met on your language academy as you were both foreigners

Initially you hadn't approached each other due to shyness and just don't knowing how to start up a conversation

Like what were you supposed to ask? Enjoyed the lesson? No, that'd be embarrassing

So you opted to see when the situation would come were you both could establish some contact

And the universe seemed to be on your side as you were both paired to make a research about korea's history to understand more the cultural aspect of the country

So he approached you quietly tapping on your shoulder to get your attention

You both started to talk about the project and exchanged numbers just for the sake of your grade

Totally not because you wanted to talk 👀

After you finishes tho, you kept talking and found you actually had a lot in common

So you started to hang out and eventually caught feelings for you as he found you so reliable and someone with whom he could act as himself :))

His confession was actually so romantic?

Like the put lots of efforts on it

He took you to the beach where you both spend the day just swimming, playing and messing around

Then you started to walk through the sand as the sun was setting, he stopped making you look back at him asking him what was wrong

"Is everything good?"

He took your hands in his giving you the most adoring gaze and a small smile

"Please be my girlfriend"

You accepted immediately and my boy here didn't waste a single second and brought you closer pulling you into a soft kiss

He really took his shot 👀

His favourite dates are probably coffee dates or tea dates, he just enjoys sitting with you and talking about anything

Although you end up talking most of the time, but he just loves to hear your voice <3

He is a man that likes to spoil his partner, so he'd buy you gifts once in a while

They could go from little necklaces to clothes to much simpler things such as flowers or taking you out to your favourite restaurant

Speaking of clothes, he's love to see you wearing his clothes, he'd think you fit them better

He's really young and rich, TALL and handsome

So if you are smaller than him he'd find so cute how big his hoodies were on you

And if you are taller or the same height as him he'd find you incredibly gorgeous and beautiful, you could be a model couple together 🤭

When he's away for too long he misses you like hell, so he'd have a picture of you as his wallpaper to look at it whenever he wants

The picture was really simple: you cuddling a plushie he had gifted you, finding the scene too adorable he couldn't help but take a photo

Now does he get jealous?

Yes (a lot)

Does he show it?

No

But he does glares with deadly eyes at whoever is flirting with you

However, if he sees you are uncomfortable he doesn't doubt to make an intervention right there

And you do know he's jealous, he literally stops speaking to you with this sweet tone

And just spaces out a lot

But a few kisses here and there will solve that in no time 😘

Also he's just a rizzler and a tease 💀

When he wants to kiss you he would just stare down your lips making you so nervous and giddy

"Stop being a jerk!"

"Make me stop"he says as he smirks and gets even closer to you

Nah you just *puff*, you are now officially a tomato 🍅

He would eventually kiss you taking your chin and tilting your head upwards to have a better position

You end up laying on your back with your hands wrapped around his shoulders and his grabbing your waist ;))

Yeah things got definitely a little bit hot there 😳

But all in all he would be a sweet lover that would love you unconditionally, you made him feel so loved and appreciated

So yeah a really nice boyfie he would be <3

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[spliffymae]

shoulda, coulda, woulda, j. kirstein

synopsis: jean loved his job, he loved being a teacher. there was just something about his eighth grade class that brought him so much joy, he loved everything about his job, even then annoying, tedious tasks. he wouldn’t trade it for anything else. especially when one of his students’ mom is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

⚠️ afab!reader, cheating, swearing, smut, cocky!jean, teacher!jean, jean gets possessive, reader is in a loveless relationship.

kio’s notes - if y’all only knew the struggle i been going through to get this fic back🤦🏽‍♀️ anyways— i have this hc of the aot characters in like a school setting, and this is what i came up with for jean’s. also please don’t take any of this seriously, i’m writing this for shits and giggles bc i really do believe jean would have the audacity. MINORS DNI !!! 18+

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ok so how i picture jean as a teacher is the type of teacher that at first glance, is expected to be a strict and cold teacher. one that didn’t really goof around with his class and focused on the rules. he was stern at times, yeah, but if you sat in on a lesson with jean, you would see it’s actually the exact opposite.

for one, he was pretty chill. his students were comfortable to talk to him about anything that was bothering them. he even spoke to them about things that would happen to him, and even try to turn it into a life lesson.

“so this man cut me off today while driving here to see y’all. now i wanna know, do i let that little thing make me upset for the rest of the day, or do i take a breath, shake it off and make the best of a good mornin’?”

((( sidenote: i also imagine him having a bit of a southern accent? nothing crazy but like a like twang y’know? country boy turned teacher typa vibe.)))

another thing he would do is block out a time of the day—fifteen to twenty minutes (usually at the end of the day or during free period) to talk to his students about what’s currently going on, whether it be in their lives or in the world. he wasn’t on social media like that, so aside from world news, he was in the dark, especially about pop culture.

“mr. k! are you team selena or hailey?” one of his students asked, getting jean to furrow his brows.

“selena as in gomez? who’s hailey? and why are they beefing?” and for the next fifteen minutes, jean watches as a number of his students go up to the white board and draw him a diagram, explains the celebrity web of drama.

jean was also a fitness enthusiast. he loved to exercise and get his body moving. he also encouraged it in his class, even incorporating it into his history lessons. he would set up a circuit of educational exercises, where his students would not only learn new things, but even get a little bit of some cardio in. for example, at the end of each week for black history month, jean would have ahis class split into teams and take the photos of black icons from one side of the class, and run to the other side to stick them by a description.

jean even loved the annoying aspects of teaching elementary, like yard duty. he would normally be with the primary grades due to his ability to keep up with their energy, but when he would be with the juniors and intermediates he loved when they’d ask him to play a game.

“mr. k! we need one more for five on five!” one of his students would yell, and jean would jog over and join the team.

and if he was on duty with his friends? oh best believe they’re joining.

“serayah, honey,” jean waved over a sixth grader from his friend, mikasa’s class. “tell ms. ackerman that mr. k wants her to sub in for him.”

but what jean loved more than anything about his job was parent-teacher meetings. why? because he would get to see one of his favorite students, and his favorite parent. you and your son dante.

dante was one of jean’s most athletic students. he was on the school’s basketball and track team, as well as playing for a rep league outside of school. he took a liking to jean rather quickly, babbling on to you about how cool his teacher was.

when it came time to finally meet him at the school’s welcome back barbecue, you were shocked, for lack of better words. jean had to be the most handsome teacher you ever laid eyes on. he was muscular, lean, standing at six feet and two inches. he wore a dark denim jacket with a plain black tee shirt underneath, black cargo pants and a pair of black and yellow jordan retro 12s. he had a single silver chain and two small, silver hoop earrings. he smiled with a natural smirk, his eyes crinkling and creating a look you couldn’t help but fawn over. his freckled cheeks reddening with every compliment he got from parents passing by.

when his eyes landed on you, it seemed as though time stood still. you were mesmerizing to him. dressed in some jeans and a striped dress shirt, accessorized with dior slides and a black handbag. your hair was tied into a puff, small, coils accent pieces pulled out randomly for a ‘lazy effect’.

when you and dante walked up to him, he had a big, warm smile on his face. “mr. kirstein, correct?” ypu extended your hand, to which jean accepted. it was a soft, and now that you were closer to him he smelt the subtle hint of lilac waft off you. you gave him a bright smile, glossed lips pulled back to reveal bright whites that along with cheery eyes, had him swooning.

for the first five minutes of seeing you, jean was elated. but when his eyes glanced down to look at your interlocked hands, and he saw that silver wedding band glimmer in the light on your left ring finger, he felt a dark cloud over his head.

“it’s uh, pleasure to meet you mrs. smith.” jean cleared his throat and smiled, swallowing back the slight disappointment.

you shook your head, “please, call me (y/n), and the pleasure is mine. dante speaks so highly of you. i had to come see the magic for myself.” you laughed, the compliment getting him to look down as he felt his cheeks burn.

“well, dante is a good kid. love hearing his takes when we do history, and his heavy opinion on math.” jean looked over to dante with a teasing smirk, one that the young man rolled his eyes playfully at.

“there’s no reasons why paul needs 40 watermelons, mr. k! we’re going through inflation right now, he bein’ selfish!” your son exclaimed, his comment getting both you and jean to laugh.

before you could dive in further and ask questions regarding the class’ curriculum, a hand on your lower back interrupted you. “there ya are, was looking all over this dump for you.” your husband, erwin, kissed the side of your head as he stood next to you. he was dressed in a black suit, with a long brown coat over him. he must’ve come from work.

“oh you showed up, funny.” you said, trying to keep a playful tone as to not indicate to jean there was a problem. unbeknownst to you though, jean was more of a body language analyzer than tone, so although you sounded somewhat happy at your husbands appearance, he could tell by how you stiffened at his touch that you weren’t feeling it.

“don’t be like that.” erwin spoke to you in a quick, hushed tone before looking to his son, whose mood also seemed to drop at his dads presence. “dante, how’s it going?”

“good, dad. this is my teacher, mr.kirstein.” dante pointed to jean, who was still not over how your cheery mood seemed to evaporate the second your husband walked in.

the blond man turned to jean, eyes flicking up and down him before a smirk found its way on his lips, “this the one you don’t shut up about, huh? i’m erwin smith, attorney at maria rose law firm.” he extended his hand to jean and of course, he shook it with a smile, despite cursing the man internally.

it was at that barbecue jean learned the dynamic of your marriage, and got to see it play out over the course of the year. erwin, as best as he seemed to try, was very disconnected with dante. he had not a clue what the boy liked to do or how he was doing in school. jean gathered this from the way erwin would go on his phone when he would talk about dante’s in-class progress or how he would come with you to dante’s games and meets, but never really cheer for the boy. not like how jean would.

he would either be looking down at his phone for most of the game, or watch with the most uninterested look on his face. and when jean brought it to your attention, you would always shrug it off.

“he’s just not a big basketball fan, s’all.” you would reassure jean, but he could tell from the way you bit down on your bottom lip and eyebrows softened after speaking that you didn’t even buy into your own excuse.

but it was okay. erwin’s silent spectating made jean’s cheers all the more louder. you and him acting a fool on the bleachers whenever dante made a good play. so much so that dante stopped informing his dad and started telling jean about his upcoming games—even asking him to help him practice on a dunk at lunch recess. there was even one occasion you had to swing jean a text, asking him if he drive dante to practice because erwin got held up at work (even though he told you he’d take him).

but yeah. jean loved teaching. because through his job he met you and the two of you had grown incredibly close, bordering on good friends. it wasn’t the most ethical thing in the world, befriending a students mom, but jean knew coworkers who have done worse so he wasn’t phased.

you had noticed how much better dante’s energy had gotten since jean’s arrival. he looked forward to not only games but school now, and was even warming up more to his teammates and classmates. before he was very reserved, only speaking when spoken to. but jean brought something out of him. when he came, he would go stand by the players and help the teams coach. sometimes he’d even takeover. he would dub dante team leader, encouraging him to speak up more. after the first time jean coached the team, dante begged him to be his mentor.

“pleaseee mr. k! you really the only solid guy i got to look up to. you like what i like and you can ball. c’mon do it as a form of reparations! ” dante begged him one day after school, ambushing jean while he was trying to pack up his things and head home.

jean wanted to agree instantly, but knew he needed to speak to you about it. he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, not with you or dante—especially you, seeing as how you were a married woman. he brought it up to you the next time he saw you, at dante’s next game, while you two sat on the bleachers as dante’s team warmed up.

“d said he wants me to be his mentor. wanted to ask you if it’s okay to accept. i wouldn’t wanna step on his father’s toes or anything of the sort.. he also told me to do it for reparations?”

on the outside, jean was expressing consideration and empathy. but on the inside, he was country steppin’ on erwin’s toes, letting an evil laugh out in his head at the thought of taking erwin’s place. not just in dante’s life, but yours too.

you let out a loud cackle at the last part, “no he didn’t! oh my gosh, i’m so sorry bout his blunt ass. but i doubt erwin would look up from his phone long enough to care, jean. it’s cool with me if you want to accept. d’s changed a lot since you’ve been around, it’s been nice to see.”

you were in awe at your son’s transformation, to say the least. it was the spring of the second term, and dante had improved so much in the last couple months. his writing, confidence, and athletic ability had improved, but so had his mindset. he never took school seriously, or even cared about his marks. erwin told you it was just his teenage phase and to let him be, but you couldn’t. and thankfully for you, jean couldn’t either. he was more hands on than erwin, who was too focused on clients to worry about you two.

but oh, erwin should’ve worried.



he should’ve started to worry when you started coming home later. you used to be home by seven to make dinner for him when he would come home, tired from judges and verdicts. but now you’d be home at nine or nine thirty, you and dante well-fed while erwin munches on dinner he bought or leftovers he threw together once he realized you weren’t coming home in time.

he should’ve been curious when you were getting calls from jean outside of the appropriate hours. erwin would catch you on the phone at ten at night or sometimes even midnight. he would question you, but you would say it was either an “urgent dante matter” or that you were on the phone with one of your girlfriends and urge him to leave you alone.

but what really should have raised your husband’s suspicions was when you would go out with jean without dante. if only he didn’t shrug off dante when he said you finished work and went with jean to meet up with other members of the team’s parents. if only he wondered why the parents would be getting together at nine o’clock on a wednesday night.

if he had, maybe you wouldn’t have been at a bar late at night, confiding in jean about your marriage as you throw your legs over his lap, pink crocs practically neon in the light.

if erwin had worried, you and jean wouldn’t be tipsy and dancing together, with him holding you close as you swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music, grinding against his hardening dick with his thumb in the loop of your jeans as he tapped the beat of the music against your hip.

if erwin had called you like he thought to, he would’ve pulled your attention from jean, who was whispering sweet words into your ear, going on about how beautiful you are, and how he’s been dying to take care of you. his hand held your own, his warmth making your body melt.

maybe if erwin had worried about the amount of time you were spending with jean, he could’ve prevented that night. and stopped you from beginning what would be the end of your sanctified marriage.

maybe you wouldn’t be a where you were right now, how many days later, lying on your side with jean behind you, laying waste to your plump lips with kisses and nips. he held you close to him, chest pressed against your back and arms around you. he was grinding himself against you, his tip hitting your clit.

“jean,” you whined, a breathless sigh leaving your lips after. he had already fucked you to five orgasms throughout the day—since eight in the morning, the time you arrived at his house (you had lied and said you were going to work). but he was looking to make it six—his lucky number. honestly, your body really shouldn’t endure anymore of jean, but he was fucking you too good for you to focus on soreness and/or tell him to stop.

he tapped his dick against your clit, the puffy nub tingling from the sensation. “fuck, baby put it in.” you whined. your hand slid down to try and push his head down to go in between your folds. “please, m’so ready.” you sniffled, feeling the familiar sting of tears in your eyes.

“my baby so needy, hm? what’s wrong? that shitty husband of yours ain’t fuckin’ right?” jean spoke next to your ear, his breath fanning over your cheek. he continued to glide himself up and down your folds, collecting your slick as lube and ignoring your whining and begging.

“not like you, jean—shit!” you were struggling to pull yourself together. you were overstimulated, you were exhausted, but your body craved him. it had been so long since you were worshipped like this, since your heart had felt so full from jean’s endearing words. not to mention phat ma was loving the attention.

jean chuckled, “you damn right, sweetheart. this right here is mine, understand? don’t wanna see no other man touching you, speaking to you—looking at you, even! i’ll fuckin’ kill ‘em.” he snarled.

he didn’t wait for a response from you. he just slowly pushed himself inside, listening to the breath that hitched in your throat. that really was all the response he needed. “jean…” you grabbed onto the sheets to release any form of tension. despite being full of jean all day, you were still not use to his motion. his size was one thing; he was tall with a curve at the head. he he was more on the thicker side, with light brown hairs trimmed neatly around his area. he was about the same size as erwin, but it was his strokes that hit you differently. they were far more powerful than your husbands. they were more determined, focused—not just on his own orgasm but yours as well.

jean smirked, “not like me, yeah. that asshole can’t begin to reach the places i can! m’gonna fuck some sense into you to leave that blond fuck.” he pressed his free hand against your stomach, squeezing on your waist. “gonna give my pretty girl the family she always wanted. me, you, d, and one of our own. how’s that’s sound, sweetheart?” jean kissed the back of your ear with his promise.

you were dying! here this man was, fucking you into an oblivion, loving your body in a way your husband hasn’t in so long. how were you supposed to say no? he was promising you what erwin no longer gave you, what he forgot he did on your wedding day.

it was wrong for you to be here with him. you were breaking every possible vow and eternal promise you made to erwin on the day of your wedding. but in the moment, you didn’t care. jean was fucking you too good to feel guilty for your infidelity. his dick was hitting a spot you had forgotten existed, wiping your memory of erwin and the past nights of passion you two shared.

“think of our baby, mama. how beautiful they’ll look with your eyes, your smile, your fuckin’ kindness—” jean was lolling at the thought. the idea of getting you swollen with his baby. pregnant you would be dependent on him for sure, needing him to ease your sore body or help you with your hormonal mood swings. he would be your go-to. he could see the future you two could have, it was right there. and by god was he going to attain it one way or another.

“please, make me a mommy, jean please. wanna be your kids’ mommy.” you begged him, and he could’ve cum alone at that. you looked back at him, lips poked out in a pout and eyes glossed over. there wasn’t a thought behind them, nothing in that pretty little head of yours except how he was making you feel.

yeahhhh, erwin should have been worried. when he saw you enter your shared bedroom at nearly midnight, walking straight to the bathroom with what appeared to be a faint limp, he shouldve gotten up to ask you what happened….but he couldn’t bring himself to.

he should’ve pushed jean for answers when he ran into him one day at home depot, and after threatening him over your guys’ overly friendly relationship, listened to jean respond with:

“you know what i tell my students about letters, mr. smith?…that sometimes they can be silent. like the word ‘rhythm’ for example—the first ‘h’ is silent. and i’m gonna tell you that the word ‘your’ has a silent y.”

erwin blinked, “what?”

jean nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face, “yup. at least in your case it does. so your wife, is our wife. that body you don’t value” jean rolled his neck in irritation, “is ultimately hers, but for the sake of this argument, is ours—well more so mine since i heard your ass isn’t hittin’ spots i can. so keep that in mind the next time you think about steppin’ to me, alright? you have a good night now, mr. smith.” he flashed erwin a wink before turning away, leaving the man stunned in the middle of the store.

perhaps it was now too late for erwin to worry.

[scoobydoodean]

non american here, why are you allowed to say bitch but not fuck on cable tv? are they not both swear words?

They are both swear words, but as is probably the same in your country, there are some swear words that are considered more offensive than others—this can differ even between countries that speak the same language. In the US, "fuck" and "cunt" are probably the two most offensive swear words.

"Bitch" has gone up and down in its level of perceived offensiveness like... culturally over the years, but I think because it has generally been allowed on broadcast TV and yet was just "on the edge" of being too much, a lot of shows were eager to use it to kind of push the envelope for a long time. Kripke as a showrunner was always pushing the boundaries of what was allowed on broadcast television.

I know I said "cable" previously, but The CW (where Supernatural aired) is actually more heavily regulated than other channels because it is/was a broadcast station—meaning anyone with a TV and a TV antenna can theoretically gain access to CW broadcasts for free, without paying any television service provider. The CW is therefore regulated under the FCC which is a government organization, and they set stricter standards about what you can and can't say. On subscription cable channels like FX, they actually do say "fuck". The only group regulating subscription channels is themselves, which they will do to some extent (or not) to please their advertisers.

It's been noted that on Supernatural, they would actually overshoot things like gore that they thought they wouldn't actually be allowed to air just so that when they went back and shot the amount of gore they actually wanted, the network was more likely to say "Yes".

[absolutebl]

Hi P'ABL, how are you?

I love to see your analysis and thoughts on different BLs, and you always come off very well educated when it comes to cultural aspects, especially Thailand's culture.

Having this in mind, I think maybe you'll have some answer for my questions. Well, I want to know why Buddism is so heavily portrayed in BLs (like, for example, I Will Knock You). I know Buddism is the biggest religion in Thailand (please correct me if I'm wrong), but it still surprises me how prevalent it is in BLs. Also, I've seen a couple of BLs where the main character gets ordained, and from what I read on the subject, it is a pretty common thing to do, and is a sign of respect both to the religion but also to the family's believes.

Buddism in Thailand

December 2021:

Department of Religious Affairs reported that the population of Thailand identifies as:

92.5% Buddhist

5.% Muslim

1.2% Christian

In other words, a higher percentage of the population of Thailand identifies as Buddhist than the USA identifies as Christian (65% in 2019) or Catholic in Italy (79.2% in 2021).

So Buddism is in Thai BLs because it's in Thailand. It's just very prevalent. One might as well ask why there is so much Christianity in Hollywood's romantic product (oh it's there, language, swearing, modes of address, courting rituals, gendered attire, weddings, etc...).

It's probably unusual and interesting to you, so you noticed it. Also Americans (in particular) - I don't know how you identify but...) tend to be hyperaware of religious/spiritual representation in pop culture because it's so taboo, hyper-politicized, and divisive in the States.

(Appropriate dinner table conversation in different countries is one of the things that fascinates me the most. Like, what's taboo in different countries when you're visiting someone's home for a meal. In larges parts of the US, religion is generally a pretty taboo topic.)

I think it's also prevalent in BL because there's a lot of dead parents, and the death rituals of a culture come into play under those circumstances.

Anything dealing with the spiritual or paranormal, and now weddings and children and blessings and so forth we gonna see religious/spiritual belief rep. As we get more BL delving into different aspects of culture in search of story we will simply see more and more of those aspects of religion that intersect with that aspect of culture, for purely statistical reasons.

Monkhood

I would hazard a guess that the proportion of those in Thailand who chose to be ordained as a Monk is probably the same percent as any other Buddist nation.

Tharn Type 2 takes you through the entire process, if you wanna dive into that franchise.

Also I would highly recommend He's Coming to Me it's got some nifty death stuff going on. Also it's a great BL.

I have kinda talked about this before - old post:

[yan-lorkai]

General headcanons for Diavolo

Warnings: Kidnapping, mention of punishment, imprisonment. Yandere behavior. Minors dni, ageless blogs will be blocked. I also think it's important to mention that I don't condone this kind of behavior, it's merely fiction. You have been notified of the content of this headcanon!

I see Diavolo as someone who desperately wants to please you and make you stay by his side every moment of the day or at least have you stay in his Castle all day. He doesn’t want to be seen as a smothering or needy partner, but he does need to know that you’re there for him when he needs it and that you’re safe and happy and that nothing can threaten you inside, that nothing can take you away from him.

With that being said, Diavolo approaches you sneakily and quietly. He just wants you two to be friends, after all the brothers and angels love you, so he’s just curious about how you get along with everyone else. He understands that to be honest, there’s a light about you that’s so beautiful and warm, so ethereal he could swear it was like tasting the soul of an innocent. He just couldn’t help it, he needed to swim in your presence, he needed to hear your voice, your laughter, to see your smile, to feel his hand against yours.

He needs you.

During the first months of your friendship with Diavolo, everything is perfect and he is simply the best friend anyone could have, he listens to you, he tries to understand what you are going through and he helps you with everything he can, study dates happen often and he always takes you out to eat afterwards, sometimes at Hell’s Kitchen, sometimes at Ristorante Six and most of the time at the Castle. Barbatos food is simply amazing, isn’t it? Besides, he gives you many gifts both handmade and bought, it’s always a happiness for him to see you using each of the gifts he gave you.

If you are the type of person who doesn’t like to receive a lot of gifts or doesn’t want him to spend a lot of money/time with you, don’t worry he can write you several letters and spend time playing games or talking to you. It’s like an endless sleepover, the castle has never been louder and happier than when you go to sleep there. The long hallways look more vivid, the red of the curtains sway happily, and the paintings seem to smile whenever they see you and Diavolo running around and screaming like two kids.

Barbatos has to tell you to sleep, otherwise you two will prank call other people, tell each other secrets, compare the culture of your country and Devildom or watch some sad movie and end up crying out loud. You are like children to the butler too, but the smile on his face is one that isn’t hard to notice, he adores your interactions with Diavolo, being like a shadow of the prince he can’t stop the feeling of relief that washes over him.

Now Diavolo has someone special by his side.

But something happened. Something terrible has happened to make Diavolo notice that you’re not safe yet; a demon that opposed the Diavolo government attacked you, he almost killed you and Diavolo doesn’t want to see the life drain from your eyes. He couldn’t bear to be alone again, he can’t have you abandoning him like his father and mother did. You have to forgive him for that.

He kidnaps you, though he prefers to think of it as a permanent transfer to the castle, to the safest place in all of Devildom. Your room is next to his, decorated in whatever colors and furniture you prefer and like best. He wants you to feel comfortable there, to feel like you’re at home. And honestly it’s not that bad, if you don’t disobey him or try to go outside it’s as if things haven’t changed.

You can certainly stay at the Castle with him, Barbatos and the Little Ds, right?

As a Yandere he starts to be smothering, controlling and clingy. As said before he needs you around, even more after what happened, he’s afraid of losing you, he’s afraid of sleeping and you disappearing, so scream, fight him, Diavolo doesn’t care, he has a clear conscience, he did everything right, all this resistance of yours just means you’re alive so he’s happy, you can tell by the wide smile on his face every time you fight him, every time you try to run away. Even if you don’t love him now or later, he couldn’t care less.

And speaking of escape attempts, he won’t punish you, but he will be incredibly disappointed and will isolate you in your own room indefinitely. Your only contact is with Barbatos who leaves you food, yet he is not allowed to talk to you. And when your incarceration is over, he treats you like a deity to be worshiped and loved.

Another fact is no matter how hard you try, he can always stop time with his powers or order Barbatos to look through time, figuring out when and how you are going to try to escape. But if your attempt is somehow almost successful, he’ll let his butler choose a better way to discipline you. And Diavolo will be there to dry your tears and soothe you, stroke your scalp and take you to the bathroom for a hot shower to help you relax.

You’ve got his heart it’s only fair that you give him your heart too, but you have to forgive him, he’s a little greedier than that. He wants your heart, your soul, your mind and body, everything you are.

[peanutmcflurry]

What are your thoughts of Tomorang as a Southeast Asian Simmer? I'd genuinely like to hear your thoughts.

I'll share mine as a Malay person with Indonesian ancestry myself.

I'd discuss mostly about the cultural aspects of this DLC since my culture is RARELY represented in the western media, so having a Sims DLC that's sort of based on my culture is really cool as fuck. I am not gonna touch on the renting aspects of it, I heard it's buggy and to be fair I haven't played enough on the renting gameplay as much.

So when I got the pack and looked at the world for the first time, I did notice there are two lots with names in Malay language. (or Indonesian) This made me surprised since I assumed the pack was mostly about Thai culture and didn't expect much.

One is called "Zosul Taman Botani" or translated to "Zosul Botanic Gardens." I can't remember the other one. But they're both translated well, no mistakes there! But other than that, there's.. not a lot of lots? There's the market, but isn't it a rehash of City Living's, or Snowy Escape's markets?

Well, I went and played the game. Now here's what I noticed.

The atmosphere and the tropical setting reminded me a LOT like a village area in some parts of Malaysia or Singapore pre-rapid development. It has this "Kampung" (Village) vibe to it, and I love it. I really do. I'm assuming this has to be the same for villages in many parts of SEAsian countries.

I wasn't raised in a village environment nor have I personally visited one (HAHA I'm an urban city person please forgive me-) but I've read and listened to stories about it at school and from my parents before. The furniture, decors, and buildings looked somewhat similar to how my parents/grandparents/great-grandparents would've lived in during their time, just more wooden, I think. The marble is accurate, village kids would always play marbles back in the day, I know my parents used to. I don't know about now, they might be an iPad kid who never went outside.

Squat toilets are accurate, and you'd be surprised to hear how it still exists in modern shopping malls in Singapore and Malaysia, and there's only like 1-2 stalls of those per bathroom but you don't see many people using it, and if there are, it might've been older generations or people who really need to go that bad. Even then, I hardly see squat toilets in Singapore's apartments. Many people use the widely used modern toilet we have today.

I can also tell you that the decors, walls, and floorings sometimes do appear in apartments with Malay families in it today. So, yeah!

And yes, the iconic plastic chair, too. I swear those plastic chairs always appear in a many Malay wedding parties and from my late grandparents's place. The tuk-tuk is also cool too, sounds like it's used in Singapore and Malaysia in the olden days. You hardly see them anymore except in Thailand, maybe Philippines, and maybe even Indonesia? It does seem nostalgic to those who've rode it before so yeah! It's nice!

So yeah, in terms of gameplay interactions,

Your sims would greet each other just like how the Thai folks do with a sawadeekap. I think that's cool!

I believe the faith Tomoranis practised in the game was the equivalent of Thailand's form of Buddhism? Which is actually really neat, not gonna lie. I don't know how accurate this would be for Thai Buddhists folks and I'm not familiar with Buddhism myself, so I'd love to hear your thoughts on this.

But then that also got me confused af. Is the world and culture supposed to be a weird Thai-Indo-Malay-Philippines fusion? I mean, I know it's majorly Thai, but there's two lots I'm certain that are in Malay/Indo language, and there are cuisine based on many Southeast Asian cultures? They'll be referred to as Tomorani cuisine in the game as you see your sim's moodlet mentioning it. So that's why I'm VERY puzzled. I know the game tries to make Tomorani a whole Southeast Asian fusion so that us SEAsian players can feel included, but it's important to remember many Southeast Asian cultures can be different, too.

A part of a culture can be different and not practiced in another culture. That's why I feel hesitant to put my simself or my simself's family with the Tomorani culture trait, as much as I love it. It feels as if it ain't a part of my culture and it rubs me off the wrong way to see my simself's family to greet or pray like Thai Buddhist people because well, none of us are Thai lol and I don't wanna feel like I'm culturally appropriating something I'm not a part of.

It doesn't matter that I have super distant Thai or Dai Chinese ancestry in me. I was never raised in those cultures and I can't claim I'm a part of those. They're all dead way before my grandparents were born. I can say my Indonesian ancestry matters, though.

Though I'm not extremely familiar with everything in Indonesian culture, the Malay and Indonesian culture/cuisine/language are super similar and many relatives of my relatives are part Javanese (Based on Indonesian's Island of Java. NOT JAPANESE FROM JAPAN.) or part of an Indonesian minority like the Bugis people. It's just that we don't really speak Indonesian (we can still somewhat understand) or Javanese. My late grandparent did spoke the Bugis language but not our descendants, tho. Javanese and Bugis language are like a whole different language and script to learn.

But yeah, only the Thais would greet people with sawadeekap, and they practice Buddhism. Majority of Malays, Filipinos, and Indonesians in today's world do not practice Buddhism and we definitely do not greet people like that, haha. Those are very uniquely Thai.

Ancient Malays and Indonesians did practiced Hinduism or Buddhism (maybe a combo of both) in the ancient times. I'm not sure about Filipino but it *might* be similar? Then the majority of Malays and Indonesians converted to Islam after dealing with traders from the Middle east. So now you got majority Malays and Indonesians raised or ID themselves as Muslims. There are Indonesian Christians, but they are the minorities.

The modern Muslim Malays and Indos would greet with a salam. This is like a handshake, but you only kiss the hand if it's your relative or someone older than you?

This can depend on your age, if the other person is also Malay/Indo, and your gender. It's something like.. How the Japanese have different ways of bowing to people.

The cuisine could be.. better? They did nasi lemak fucking dirty and it LOOKS absolutely nothing like a typical nasi lemak. It looks more like.. Beehoon noodles or chicken noodles?

Goddamn have the Sims team ever look at a picture of nasi lemak on GOOGLE? Satay is fine, it is accurate af and I like that. Just found it odd that the satay's peanut condiment was gone after your sim took the first bite.

The kopi luwak is funny to me, I never tried it before but I can tell you it's basically poop coffee from a part of Indonesia. It's quite expensive and what they do is feed the coffee beans to the civets, then the civets poop it out. They clean the poop away, and pick the coffee beans. They then sell it as Kopi Luwak. To be honest, I was expecting funny moodlets when your sim drinks it or realizes it's poop coffee, but unfortunately I don't think there's one. But I wonder why aren't there other coffee or tea options? There's a LOT of drinks in Southeast Asian cultures, or maybe add a Sim's version of Nestle's Milo. It's like Nesquik but it's originated from Australia, and this is consumed in every food court or places you eat at. At least in Singapore, Malaysia, and Indonesia.

I do think the food and drinks are wasted potential though. There's a lot of cuisine they could add, like sinangag/fried rice, mee soto, teh tarik, or even special fried instant noodles.

In conclusion I'd say that this pack is okayish in terms of diversity. I mean, I'm rarely represented in the western media so I guess this isn't too bad. I'm disappointed with the lack of gameplay content in the world compared to other worlds like Sulani or Komorebi and I know this game focuses more on rental and being a landlord but it's just.. There's so many types of lots that can be included. I'm sick of just having a bar as a lounge area just to meet the local sims and how the lots are so SMALL for an EXPANSION pack. This is just as bad as Del Sol Valley, but even then I can assume housing is difficult in real life Socal Hollywood.

What about a museum for Tomorani heritage culture? A restaurant, a spa, and other types of lots would honestly be a GREAT choice but unfortunately they're locked behind DLCs! ✨️

I have really mixed feelings about it. It could be better. It's not the best, but it has a lot of room for improvements.

[rooftoprabbit]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Summary | Being the new kid at school is the worst, but being new and from another country is like hell. Just keep your head down loser and you'll get out of this alive. But will a chance encounter change the plans you've worked so hard to keep on track?

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Warnings | swearing, drugs, FReader, Jason Carver, bullying, Eddie falling hard for reader, reader being a badass, strangers to friends, some cultural references

Author's Notes | This is my first foray into writing fan fics. I had a thought and put pen to paper. I now have so many ideas for these two characters so I will be turning this into a series (chapters for certain points in their lives as they grow up). I hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count | 6k

Key | Pink Italics is reader’s internal monologue

Blue Italics is Eddie’s internal monologue             

Bold Italics is a recall of a past event/encounter

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1986

It had been two whole weeks at this stupid school and you still hadn’t made a single friend or spoken, maybe if you were being generous, more than three lines to someone who was willing to give you the time of day. Even then the conversation consisted of you repeating yourself 12 times over because they couldn’t understand what you were saying.

 “umm excuse me do you know where I can find Ms O’Connor’s room?”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say, I can’t understand your accent.”

“so-sorry, do you know where I can find Ms O’Connor’s room?”

It was clear by the looks on these two confused girls’ faces you were going to get nowhere with them – and as always you would feel defeated and just point at the words written on your class schedule.

 “Ohhh, why didn’t you just say that – it’s down the hall to the left”

Watching them wandering down the hall you could hear them snickering - “what an actual loser, what kind of hole did she even crawl out from – was that even English she was speaking? Don’t even get me started on what she’s wearing – she’s still living in the past decade!”

“I heard her accent isn’t even real, she’s just making it up to try and look cool, it’s just sad really”.

vicious laughs between the students ensued and all you could do was call out “thanks, mate!” with a painfully forced smile.  The one thing you realised you could get away with here smart-ass comments, for some reason they would always go over their tiny little heads.  It wasn’t their fault they couldn’t understand how powerful the word “mate” could be when send with the right tone.  You had no interest in making any friends, you resolved to yourself to being the lonesome loser.

Looking down at what you were wearing what’s wrong with my outfit?

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Being the new kid was hard enough, but being the new kid in a new country where everything from the clothes you wore to the words you spoke made you stick out like a sore thumb made it 100 times harder. 

After your mum’s last failed relationship (who was it this time, Martin or Brian? you couldn’t remember their names and they never stuck around long enough for you to bother remembering them), she had decided that she had had enough of Australia and wanted to head back to her hometown – Hawkins, Indiana.  This unfortunately meant you had to uproot your life, leave your friends and everything you loved behind to come to a country where familiarity and comfort was something that didn’t exist for you.  So here you were, stuck in a small tightknit town trying to take each day as it came – waiting for graduation so you could skip out and go back home.

Home for now was a shitty little rundown trailer park on the outskirts of town.  It wasn’t too bad over the summer, you could hang outside on the porch and people watch, your most favourite past time.  Living in a trailer park had its perks in that way, the clientele who called this place home were more amusing to watch than anything you could find on cable TV. 

There was one person who peaked your interest.  You had first interacted with him when you were locked out of the trailer by your mum after a not so friendly discussion about repeating your final year at an American school, I’ve already graduated high school in Australia – why is she making me suffer through it again? 

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“When will you understand I’m doing all of this for you.  Going to Hawkins High will help you assimilate with the culture, and maybe you’ll actually make some friends and get out of my hair and away from the trailer for a while”. 

“Pack it in Vicki, let’s not pretend that we moved here because of me, we both know that’s fucking bullshit.  If you want me out of your hair why couldn’t you have just let me stay in Australia! I don’t want to go to a fucking American school, I don’t want to even be in this fucking country!!”you screamed as you walked out of the trailer, slamming the door behind you and swearing profanities that would make a nun blush. 

The only way you two knew you could cool down was by getting as much distance between each other as possible. Unfortunately for you, your mother ran out for her shift at the mall, locking all of the doors behind you without realising you hadn’t taken keys with you.  When you got back from your walk you found yourself locked out with no way inside until at least 10pm when her shift ended. How could my life get any worse. 

Defeated, you rested your head on the locked front door closing your eyes, letting the sweat run from your forehead to the bottom of your chin.  You were both willing the door to open to escape the heat and ready to accept your fate of forever being locked outside when suddenly you heard a roar of an engine and a familiar song breaking the mundane sounds of the trailer park around you.  You knew it was him, out of all the people in this trailer park he would be the one to be listening to “you shook me all night long” at an unreasonable volume.  You guessed he was either sitting on his porch having a smoke or working on his shit box of a car. 

You’d never spoken a word to him, simply smiled and nodded when he was sat on his porch while you were coming back from one of your post-argument screaming match cool downs.  He was kind enough, always reciprocating with either a smile or a nod, but never a single word was spoken between the two of you.  He was your only chance of getting back inside, surely he has to have some sort of tool that could help you escape this heat and back into the air conditioned comfort of your room.

Walking towards the trailer you could see him jumping out of his car and setting up his tool box.  This monstrosity of a vehicle always seemed to need something fixed.  As he leant down to place the socket wrench with the rest of the tools you watched as his long brown hair fell over his face before he seamlessly tucked it behind his ear making sure not to get ash from the cigarette he had hanging off his lips into his curls.  The way his hair bounced around and naturally fell around his face reminded you of your uncle cocker spanel Charlie, he was a dopey dog but nothing but loveable. 

You stood there for a moment studying his mannerisms, the way his facial expressions would change when he had come up with what you could only assume was a fantastic idea by the raise of his eyebrows and the smile that would plant itself on his face.  Yeah, he’s definitely the human embodiment of Charlie. 

He’s got to be at least 18 years old, maybe older – did he go to school? Maybe he goes to Hawkins.  He looks harmless enough.  Maybe I could see myself being friends with someone like him to survive these next 12 months…or not....Lets not entertain the idea, I’m better off alone.

“ummm hi, excuse me” you gave a tiny wave trying to get his attention as he was half turned to you, enveloped in his own little world tapping his fingers against the hood of his car to the song playing.

Shit, he didn’t hear me

A little louder this time “ahhh excuse me”….fuck still nothing.  Right I’ll just have to get a bit louder this time.

“HELLO, EXCUSE ME” and as if you’re timing couldn’t be any worse you scream just as the music quietened down to play the next track.

“Jesus H Christ!!” spinning on his heels, you saw his brown eyes widen and his pupils dilate to twice their size, his hands clutching at his chest like he was about the keel over from a heart attack.

“You can’t sneak up on a man like that, my reflexes could have kicked in and you would have been a goner!”.

You tilted your head giving him a puzzled look and eyed the space between yourself and him.  A smirk crosses your face and as one eyebrow lifts “there’s at least two metres between us right now, I wouldn’t exactly call that sneaking up on you” you chuckle.

It was your turn, you could now feel yourself being examined with his doe eyes walking their way up and down your body like you were some sort of extra terrestrial and he was trying to work out what planet you had arrived from.  

Trying to avoid the ever growing silence between you both you decided to speak up “I’m sorry I snuck up on you, your music was loud and I couldn’t get your attention without yelling – I guess I just forgot how long “you shook me” was – I thought there was still another chorus to go”.

A genuine smile crosses his face “you know AC/DC?”

“well yeah, everyone does. But also, if you haven’t noticed already, which I would find surprising with how thick my accent is, I’m from Australia.  My mum and I moved back just before the summer break” pointing to your locked trailer.

Looking past you to follow where your finger was pointing, he soon realised which trailer you were from. “soooo, you’re the ones who stay up fighting until 12pm almost every night” placing his hands on his hips and tilting his head to try and look less intimidating to you as well as trying not to put you offside with what he just said.  It didn’t mean to come off as aggressive or annoyed, but he doesn’t always make the right choice with words.

“ahh well yeah” now looking down scuffing your feet against the gravel floor. “Sorry about that.  But that’s actually why I came over here. I don’t know if you heard us earlier but after I left my mum, she’s managed to lock me out of the trailer and she won’t be back until 11pm tonight.  Do you have a screwdriver I could borrow to jimmy the front window so I could get back in” sighing out an awkward laugh while rubbing the back of your neck.  This was so incredibly embarrassing.  He now knew how much of a raging psycho you were, can the world just swallow me whole now?? Anyone???

Before you could even continue with your excuses as to why you were over here bothering him, he was down on his knees rifling through his tool box finding the right tool to get you inside.  “Here you go” looking up over his perfectly positioned bangs.

“Thank you, thank you thank you, you’re a life saver” grabbing the screwdriver with both hands shaking in a prayer position.   “I’ll be sure to bring them back over to you as soon as possible”.

“Take your time, I’ve got plenty more where that came from” kicking his toolbox and wincing at how surprisingly painful that idea was but still trying to play it cool. 

This elicited a small giggle out of you he wasn’t expecting. In a matter of seconds that giggle took hold of his heart.  His heart was beating a million miles an hour and he had no idea how to control it – how was he feeling like this, it’s the first time you’ve ever spoken to him and he’s imploding internally from it.  What is going on with you, you don’t even know the girl’s name. Play it cool, play it cool…

“well, thanks anyway.  I guess I’ll see you around?” hoping he would agree and want to speak to you again.

“I’ll be here…Dundee”.  Fuck, why did I say that? Shit, guess I gotta run with it now.

“you know, like the movie.  It’s not half bad” giving an awkward laugh and watching for your approval at what he just said.

Another giggle escapes your mouth “aha yeah, I guess.  But maybe work on the nicknames a little more”.  As you smile and walk away towards your trailer all he can do is stare and ask himself whether this chance encounter would be the best or worst thing to happen to him.  Whatever witchy curse you had just placed him under had him wanting to know anything and everything about you.

Although the boy two trailers down seemed kind you had no room for inviting people into your life.  This town was a temporary home.  Agreed. You’re right - temporary people, temporary home. Nodding along to your own thoughts and reassuring yourself that that encounter means nothing, you pry open the window to your trailer and climb in.  All you could do for now is keep your head down and live in the tiny little world you’ve managed to create for yourself.  It wasn’t all that bad, you don’t mind your own company most of the time and to be honest you have a pretty great sense of humour, why wouldn’t you wanna hang around all by yourself?  That’s convincing enough, isn’t it?

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Second period on a Tuesday was physical education, a subject you despised both back home and here – how the education system thought running around chasing a ball was beneficial to your education was beyond you, but you had one skill up your sleeve to avoid it – faking sick notes from your mum.  The countless hours spent studying and tracing over the notes mum left around the house while you were home alone made it all worth it if you meant you could avoid an hour of physical education.  The only hitch in your plan was that lying wasn’t necessarily your strongest suit, but you were willing to bite your tongue and lie through your teeth to avoid this dreadful class.

As you walked into the girl’s locker room you looked around and saw how incredibly put together the other girls’ sports outfits were – there were the cheerleaders with their tiny green skirts and tight tops bouncing around with their pom-poms practicing whatever stupid rhyming cheer they had made up that day.  Other girls were changing into mid-thigh length basketball shorts and name brand spaghetti strap tops, then there was you.  You soon realised you didn’t read the memo when it came to PE attire. You could feel all the eyes burning into the back of your skull and the snickering between each other as you changed into your footy shorts and very-hand-me-down Mr Squiggle shirt.  You looked yourself up and down and couldn’t understand what was wrong with the outfit I wear this all the time back home and never got so much as a second glance but as each girl passed you to go through to the gym they made sure to eye you up and down with disgusted looks on their faces.  God I hate this place.

“ahh Mr Pearce – I have a note from my mum, I can’t participate in sports for a while – I fractured my ankle just before I got here and it’s only just healed.” As you handed him the note you dug down deep into your acting skills and gave him the most sickly sweet smile and puppy dog eyes, trying to will yourself to stop talking before you dug yourself a hole of a lie you knew you couldn’t climb back out of.

“right…Miss, ummm”

“Y/N Y/LN”

“right, sure, Ms Y/L/N just sit over on the bleaches for the rest of class. I don’t wanna hear a peep out of you.  We have our final tournament coming up and the boys need to focus.”

“sure thing, thanks Mr Pearce – my lips are sealed” miming yourself zipping your mouth shut. 

With the biggest grin on your face, you started to skip away cheerfully before quickly remembering the lie you had just spun, stopping in your tracks and snapping your head around to see if you had been caught.  Remembering nobody gave a shit about you, you turned your skip into a very slow limp back to the bleaches.  You peaked one person’s interest though, and he was sitting at the back of the bleaches.

No! Dundee what are you doing, stop skipping!! Shit ok good, she’s realised what she’s done and she’s now….what is she doing? Is she trying to limp...He hadn’t even realised you were going to the same school until he saw you walk out of the girl’s locker room with a miserable look on your face.  He thought you were too old to be in school – he had heard the fight with your mum about your age but only caught half of it.  To be fair he was too old to be here too – being kept back so many years made him the oldest student at Hawkins High but with you here, clearly in his grade, in his gym class; he was determined to graduate this year, with you.  I need to talk to you again, I have to make you smile

God this is so mind numbingly boring, when does this torture end.  You dramatically huff and throw yourself back against the hard wooden bleaches, quickly grabbing at your elbow you’ve just smashed against the bench and swearing at how hard you had managed to hit it. “Fuck, shit balls”.

A familiar deep tone calls out from behind you “you alright there Dundee? These bleaches can be deceivingly vicious.”

Craning your head around your eyes slowly make their ways upwards to find out who just spoke to you.  The first thing you see is the all black outfit, a Metallica shirt covered by a leather jacket-denim vest combination.  Your eyes make their way to meet the only face that familiar in this whole room – screwdriver boy.

“screw driver – didn’t expect to see you at this fine establishment” gesturing to the sweaty teenagers running around the gym.

“screwdriver?? And you say Dundee was bad. Maybe just stick to your day job”.

He plonks himself close next to you and you shuffle yourself away, giving space back between each other.  He didn’t seem offended by that though.

“yeah you’re probably right, I guess I have to get to know you better before I can bestow a nickname worthy enough for thee” bowing.  For thee? Bowing? What the fuck am I doing, are we back in 1800s England?? Don’t let him see how much of a weirdo you are just yet??? You can feel your mind starting to spiral and you’re wondering what has made you so incredibly nervous all of a sudden.  What making you word vomit to a stranger and revert back to speaking Ye Old English.  He breaks your thought process.

“My kinda girl! I could sense you were one of us when we first met” locking eyes with you and producing a grin on his face that would outshine the Cheshire Cat.

“one of us? What does that mean?” a puzzled yet defensive look falls over your face and you give yourself even more distance from him.  You could feel your guard going back up, ready to be insulted or ridiculed by him just like all the other kids at this school.  I guess he’s no different than the rest of them

Realising he hadn’t chosen his words correctly (ye again) by the quick demeanour change you had just shown, he back tracks - quickly shooting his arms up as if to show he’s come unarmed. 

“No, I just meant – you seem cool, down to earth, unlike the rest of these fake wannabes” flailing his arms towards the basketballers and cheerleaders who had by now all slowed down to witness the interaction happening on the bleaches.

As you were about to speak a voice screamed from down on the court “HEY FREAK!” making both of you turn to see the source of the insult. Of course, Jason Carver the head captain of the basketball team.

You had only been at the school for two weeks, but you already knew who he was and what kind of unintelligible nastiness could come from his foul mouth.  It had only been two weeks, but he had managed to come up with every cultural insult (always lacking any true poison or intelligence to actually hurt you) under the sun, trying to elicit a response from you.  Back home, bullies were mean, but no one at your school ever took themselves serious enough to care what people said about them – especially you.  Every time Jason said something to you, you made sure never to respond and simply give him a confused look which screamed that you were experiencing second hand embarrassment for him accompanied by total silence which pissed him off more than you could imagine. Little did you know he had just found his golden tickets and they were sitting next to each other on the bleaches ready to be cashed in.

He shouted again, this time even louder, enough for everyone in the gym to stop and watch the spectacle unfold.

“HEY FREAK! Looks like you’ve got yourself another freak to add to the collection and she’s come all the way from Down Under.  You two were made for each other! Somebody call the circus, the freaks have escaped!!”.  Looking around for confirmation he had thoroughly insulted the two of you, his friends were quick to nudge him and laugh like the sheep they were before being followed by the the cheerleaders.

Before screwdriver could get a word out you felt yourself opening your mouth and before you could stop yourself…

“Hey Carver! 300 million sperm cells and you were the quickest? The gene pool must have been dry that day.  How about you stop worrying about other people and go back to playing with your tiny balls with your flock of sheep over there” sticking your middle finger directly at him for the whole gym to see.

What the fuck did I just do?? What happened to my plan of staying quiet and getting the hell out of here in one piece – that plan was now out the window…FUCK

Looking around you realised you could hear a pin drop in the gym with everyone’s jaws almost hanging on the floor.  But suddenly the gym erupts into laughter and all you see are the death stares coming from Carver, his cronies and the cheerleaders. 

You’ve really screwed yourself now Y/N. there’s no going back now I guess, time to let my freak flag fly.

As you slowly turn your head to look to see if you’ve scared off Screwdriver, you see his widened eyes and shock draped across his face.

“where the hell have you been all my life?” His expression turning to one of joy.  “No one has ever stood up to Jason’s insults before, not even me and look at me – I look terrifying” gesturing to his attire.

“Jason has been negging me since I got here, and I guess I’d just had enough.  To be honest I didn’t realise what I was doing until I started speaking and by then it was all or nothing”. You let your head fall back in maniacal laughter realising how fucked you truly were.

All he could do is stare in awe at how nonchalant you were at what just went down.  You were in for some serious world of hurt making enemies with the popular kids, but he was gonna make damn sure he wouldn’t let any of them touch you.

“where I’m from we never really took bullies and what they said seriously, everyone was each other’s mates.  I guess it’s different here” the laughter slowly leaving you and your mouth turning downward at the reminder of home.

“well I guess I should probably get you out of here before the head cheerleader and her posse make an attempt on your life”.

“what are they gonna do – pom-pom me to death?” chuckling at your poor attempt at humour.

God, that chuckle could end wars he thinks to himself ready to play out an entire life with you in his head while he stares and examines every inch of your face worried, he might wake up from this dream any second because no way someone this amazing could just walk into his life like you have.

Breaking the brief silence with a smile you continue “well where do you suggest we go?”

“I don’t know if you know this” leaning in closer to you to whisper, “I am a connoisseur of sorts” gesturing a smoke between his fingers with a sly wink.

A little louder than you intended you replied “Oh no, I know.  Everyone at the trailer park knows. Your trailer is a revolving door.  I suspected it was either drugs or you were a lady of the night, but looking at you close up I don’t think you’ve got the face for it” shrugging and throwing the kind of smile his way that makes you seem more innocent than you are and the jab was not meant to hurt him.

“well, aside from that insult you’ve just thrown my way I’m willing to let you try before you buy – we could call it a welcome gift, from one freak to another” bowing his head and laying out his hand ready to receive yours in turn.

“before I go off sneaking around the school to get high with a fellow freak I should probably get your name.  I’m Y/N” taking his hand to help you stand up from the bleaches.

“how rude of me, Munson.  Eddie Munson” standing in tandem with you still holding your hand.

“well Eddie Munson the pleasure is all mine.  Now are you going to lead the way” you say pointing to the gym doors.  “I didn’t come here to fuck spiders” grinning at the confused look you’ve just managed to paint over his face.

Hopping down from the bleaches satisfied and smiling to yourself, you walk out of the gym and here him trailing behind yelling at you, more confused than ever.

“Y/N what do you mean? You didn’t come here the fuck spiders? Why are we fucking spiders all of a sudden?? Where are these spiders ? Y/N…. Y/N – I know you can hear me!!”.  With a cheeky poke of your tongue and a wink in his direction all he could do is grin from ear to ear, like a kid at Christmas. 

Running to match your pace “to the oval ma lady”.

Maybe this year won’t be as bad as you think it will be.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

As you take your seat opposite Eddie on the decrepit table, your eyes trail around the woods he’s lead you to behind the school’s sports field.  For a space run down and littered with broken glass and empty beer cans you’re not feeling creeped out or have a sense that you shouldn’t be where you are.  The feelings you hold now are ones of comfort and a strange sense of safety, somewhere you felt welcomed in an ever-growing world where you weren’t welcomed anywhere. 

“Sorry this isn’t the Shangri-La, it’s the only area close to the school where I can get some privacy to do my transactions” Eddie says, not looking at you and instead narrowing all of his attention on rolling the perfect blunt.

“don’t apologise Eddie, this place is perfect – feels just like home” giving him a reassuring smile that hopefully conveyed you could care less where you were at this point, as long as it wasn’t the bleaches being gawked at like some freak show.

“So, what is with this get up of yours anyway? Tiny booty shorts and a wha- some sort of demonic writing utensil? What is that shirt you’re wearing.  Surely you have something less scandalous for gym class”

He lights the blunt, puffs one out and hands it over to you – bringing your attention back to him.

With your most offensive face you take the blunt he’s handing and inhale.

“how dare you!” covering the ears of the character on our shirt in dramatic fashion “don’t listen to him Mr Squiggle, he doesn’t know quality when he sees it”.

“I’ll have you know sir, Mr Squiggle is a staple Aussie kids TV program, there’s not a soul back home that doesn’t adore this little man” pretending to console the little character on your shirt before realising your just stroking your chest and now look like an absolute weirdo for doing so.

Adjusting yourself to now be laying on the chairs instead of sitting you take another drag.  Eddie follows your movements on his side and your eyes meet under the table as you pass the blunt back to him. 

“well that explains the shirt but the shorts, why are they so incredibly tiny, like I’m not complaining, they’re fantastic but why those?”.  You suddenly spring from your chair, giving Eddie a fright now seeing you performing deep lunges.

“ohh, these bad boys?” pointing to your shorts. “they’re called footy shorts.  Shorts men where while they’re playing sport – like footy? You know, NRL, AFL – those kinds of sports”.

Rubbing his eyes he shockingly expresses “wait, so men wear these shorts too!?”

“well yeah, they’re made for men not women.  I think it has something to do with less material so they can get around faster or can’t be pulled down by other players. If I’m completely honest though, I think a women on had some hand in designing them so girls to gawk at men in tiny booty shorts” a small laugh escaping you while you return to laying down on the picnic chair, Eddie again following suit.  

Eddie gives a cheeky smirk “if they were designed for men, how did you manage to get your hands on a pair?”

Your expression changes avoiding Eddie’s gaze as to not show too much emotion “they were my dads”. 

Seeing you avoid his attempt at eye contact he knows he can’t push that subject any further, not yet anyway.  He wants to know everything there is about you but that’s clearly a sore spot you weren’t ready to divulge to him. 

He gives you a smile and a nod like he understands and won’t push you further which in turn gives you a light twinge in your heart like one of the barbed wires you’ve wrapped so tightly around your heart has been cut, slowly releasing the pressure you’ve had building up for such a long time.

Eddie wants to get to know you further, but he knows he can only push you so far right now.  Sitting in silence, enjoying the high overtake your bodies you hear him pipe up.  “So why Hawkins, Indiana? It’s a weird place to choose to move too”.

“My mum’s from here.  She was some sort of head cheerleader at Hawkins High back in the day.  I tend to drown her out when she starts talking about her glory days.  But she ended up moving to Australia after she met my dad and I guess we’ve come full circle and now I’m stuck in this hole of a town”.

“well I guess we can agree on something, this place is a hole” Eddie chuckles a little too hard realising the high is hitting him harder than normal – or maybe he was just getting high off your presence. 

“but hold on a damn minute” Eddie thinks for a second, he recognises your last name but where has he heard it from, it’s right on the tip of his tongue and you soon realise where he’s going with his thought process – he’s worked it out.

“Your Victoria Y/L/N’s kid!?” a tiny scream escapes Eddie as he puts one shocked hand to his face and points his finger directly at you. Fuck, he’s worked it out. I was trying to just get through this year without people knowing I was her kid – will he keep my secret?

He continues, oblivious to the sober look on your face, watching him to see what he knows and what he says next. “she is like a living hero to those cheerleaders.  Something about leading the basketball team to victory with the cheer she created.  I don’t know the full story, nor do I really care, sorry about that one.  But I unfortunately sit next to Cathy Rivers in science, I could slip it in that you’re her kid and I just know you wouldn’t have any trouble with tho--……”

You stop him before he can go any further “No”

“No? I mean, the moment they find out you’re her kid – you’d be in”

Interrupting him again he looks up and sees the daggers you’re now shooting him “Eddie, let’s get one thing very clear – no one, and I mean no one, is to know that I’m her kid.  I have no interest in being popular or one of those fucking air headed wankers who parade around in tiny skirts and make fun of anyone who doesn’t conform to their way of living”.

Your expression changes to a plea “please Eddie, please don’t tell anyone – I just want to get through this year, I’m happy being a loser.  I was a loser back home and I can do it all again right here”.

Examining your body language Eddie decides to over compensate with dramatics “cross my heart and hope to die” he actions carving a giant cross over his chest which elicits a tiny smile from you.  I would die to see that smile, just one more time.

As he rests his hands on the table yours reaches out to rest on his making him look from the table back to you like a deer in the headlights, unsure what he should do now.

As you go to thank him you hear the bells in the background ring for the change to third period and remember you have Ms Fowler next for Geography.

“Fuck, I can’t be late – I have Ms Fowler”.

“Oh yeah Dundee, if you’re late she’ll keep you back at lunch for way too long than should be legally allowed.  I’m sure there’s something in the Geneva Convention about that”.

“you know, I’m starting to warm to the nickname” Springing up from your chair you laugh as you’ve managed to frighten the shit out of Eddie again.  God how entertaining it was to see how easy it was to frighten him.

“I’m like a whippet! Are you coming?” reaching for your bag and getting ready to run for your life.

“no, you go ahead – I’m meeting a client here who happens to also be my ticket out of class this period” winking knowing the art teacher gave no shits about Eddie’s education or if getting his supply would make him late to class. I need to cut him off, I’m graduating this year for sure.

“well then, don’t get too many tardies otherwise we won’t be graduating together this year.  I guess now you’ll be able to see how fast I can run in this footy shorts” you say with a cheeky wink, making Eddie cheeks flush a bright shade of red.

Cocking your head back in laughter and running away at full speed you here Eddie yell from behind “Meet me in the cafeteria at lunch Dundee, you can meet the rest of the gang”.  You don’t turn back but simply wave your hand in the air as a confirmation you’ve heard what he says.

All Eddie could do in that moment was watch as you ran off, wishing you could just sit at this table he’s now sat at alone, and learn everything there is to know about you.  With you not sitting opposite him the space turns back into a cold reminder of what his life used to be, how in less than two interactions he can start to see a different future – one with you in it.

Don’t you worry Dundee, I’ll be by your side at graduation.  I’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth…

[inlocusmads]

nora & trystan's esl solidarity

because between having emmigrated to a country that speaks english primarily and being born in a household that speaks one language at home and another one outside, things get wildly confusing,, so here are some esl (english as a second language) headcanons for these goofballs:

not understanding sarcasm: nora, growing up, would take in these direct straightforward english sentences and translate them into chinese and sometimes the sarcasm and the subtext is all lost in translation. and for trystan, he'd have trouble navigating his way in new york, especially with the taxis. ("pfft, as if we're such lackeys go there" "then will you?")

so. much of difficult pronounciation! Especially in English class. Nora can read Caesar, but pronouncing Caesar as "kay-sar" is .. not ideal. ("pronounce it the way you read it is a lie!") and Trystan trying to order a coffee, going "ma-zhh--kiatoh?"

subject-verb-object problems: Nora would just give up and use passive voice instead in school because she has absolutely no idea where to fit in the subject - at the end or in the beginning or somewhere in the middle. Trystan would just struggle a lot with the placement of adjectives ("Did you try this vegan chamomile non-GMO tea?" "I have been impatiently waiting for my tea PLEASE it has been more than an hour!")

such much, such many, this much

"it's this THING - THE THING-- what's it called in English? It is called krpa in Drakovian" or "the English equivalent of Tuōbǎ in Chinese"

no. contractions. ever. Especially Trystan. and he doesn't understand the American ways to contract things, because half the time the baristas or the mechanics or the plumbers would just swallow their words and Trystan would have to go, "I am sorry, please repeat."

Nora's the "I learned English from American TV" girlie while Trystan's the "I learned English from books written by English authors" girlie, which means Nora learned how to swear and she cannot stop saying "fuck" or "shit" and Trystan learned pretentious words like "dreadful" and "flabbergasted". (Bonus-> Nora is not used to swearing but she loves the satisfaction, so she sneaks in the swears wherever she can, so it just comes off as weird and Trystan slowly starts adopting an English accent, which sometimes slips into his Drakovian and it is just a big ol' mess)

Even more pronounciation problems! Trystan largely struggles with his "th-" sounds. ("Take a left and then a nor-szz. A nor-zh- a -- a -- norr--zhzthf-- the thing, just take the thing" and "Can I get a banana smoo-zhie?") and Nora interchanging her Js and Gs and Ps and Bs, in addition to adding a "g" at the end of her "n"s and "m"s ("No, the thing is that the tin-g can with the corn is very --" "A what can?" "Ting! Round metal thing")

Nora repressing her Chinese because it reminds her of her dead parents who were her only gateways to her culture versus Trystan speaking Drakovian any chance he gets because it reminded him of the poetry he wrote that made him find his own gateway to his culture, afar from his toxic family's intervention.

Watching movies and TV shows with subtitles ALWAYS. But also having to keep up with the movie plot on Wikipedia because half the times they don't understand the subtext or the tone.

"Hey I'll meet you in noon?" "No, unfortunately I am busy on 12:00pm." "I'm fine meeting at Saturday"

Trystan adopting a fictional English-speaking character's way of speech and it changing from time to time because he reads wayy too many books.

Nora versus plurals. ("I have to get my tooths extracted" "You mean your teeth?" and "I need two doughnut please." "Is that one or two ma'am?" "Two. Two. I mean two doughnut.")

The parallels between Nora speaking in Chinese from her fellow Hong Kong-ese restaurant owners versus Trystan forging a newfound friendship with the belladi chefs as often as they can.

"be gentle with me, English is not my first language" and Trystan going on to writing poetry that rivals fuckin Edgar Allen Poe *and* Nora going on to narrating an interesting case that rivals a medieval bard's storytelling.

Nora butchering up her idioms versus Trystan making new idioms. ("Time to cop that area." "You want to buy that area?" "No! I meant patrol! Doesn't "cop" mean "the action of cops"?" and "Oh, I have been looking forward to this for ages. I would say crack open the jar and butter up some beef! No? Butter does not come in jars? Beef means argument? I thought it meant gossip!")

never understanding rap, because it warps up their sentence structure and what they've known about the English language forever

+ never learning song lyrics as a whole and just humming parts instead that *sounds* similar to what the singers sing because this was the pre-Spotify days where things came in casette tapes and CDs.

CONJUGATION OR more precisely THE LACK OF IT. ABSOLUTE MADNESS.

not having translations for some unique and specific phrases and when you do translate them into english, they just lose their beauty. So Trystan and Nora just end up using Drakovian and Chinese in place.

Nora using "yeah?" as an Americanised substitute for "lah?" "ah?" and "hah?" at the end of her sentences because that, intrisically, is its own emotion.

code switching code switching code switching

Trystan making errors in capitalising his letters because in Drakovian, you do not capitalise day-names, month-names or designations. ("What do you mean it is supposed to be Foreign Diplomat Trystan Thorne and not foreign diplomat? Am I that important to be deserving a capital letter?")

.. and someday when they're too darn afraid to just spit it out, they'd go "Volim te, Nora" and "Wǒ ài nǐ, Trystan".

[myrddin-wylt]

that same British anon here

You know what. Yes I will take Ukraine to be the point of reference here, Ukraine know what they're trying to do and are trying to fucking do it, I can respect that.

But yes I've noticed that all the germans I've known are very scared to criticise the government, and I'm not sure why, might just be a culture difference considering the bullshit the tabloids do here, but they seem genuinely a little afraid

imo Britain's problem in general is that while plenty of Brits can agree that the current situation is Very Not Good, even a riot ain't gonna do shit if it isn't goal-oriented and 100% clear what tangible action people want the government to take, and I imagine there's currently a lot of disagreement rn. like the French have a very clear tangible thing they want from Macron: repeal the law raising the retirement age. Euromaidan had clear goals: Yanukovych needed to resign and the Azarov government be dissolved only being the first of a very long list. also I'm putting this under a readmore because I love to ramble.

as a wider, historical uprising example - and please excuse me for coming off as like, US-obsessed patriot American I swear it's just the document really is written as just a perfect example - the US Declaration of Independence is really fascinating to read because it is literally a list of tangible grievances. 'we are angry and have provided you with a list as to why: because you did [a], [b], [c] etc concrete actions. so we are gonna do [x], [y], and [z] (which just so happen to be high treason).'

so grievances like 'being a tyrant' isn't enough, nor is 'hey I can't afford to heat my house or go to the doctor because you fucking suck at running the country, fix this shit.' ya gotta pick a very specific action, and that's not something I think the general British population has agreed on yet? I mean, yall are very good at getting Prime Ministers to resign (and without needing to use violence to do so), which is a very concrete action! and I'm not saying that sarcastically or in a mean way, I really am being genuine. like the Germans could fucking never. Americans could never, or else Trump would've resigned during his term. so I'm still holding out hope for yall and you know what, what does it matter anyway how many PMs you've had in however many years, as long as the transition of power was peaceful and legal? it's better to swap em out as needed than cling onto one that has shown to be Not The One. like what are you, fuckin Catholic or something? divorce them. serve them the papers. also I really, really do not know nearly enough about domestic UK politics in the last 25 years to be making any of the statements in this paragraph but that won't stop me because I'm an American!

......re: the Germans, hm. I thought they were more complacent than scared, but if they are scared it's presumably because the freedom of speech laws in Germany are............ well, the Network Enforcement Act is not helping. in any case, the Germans have always erred toward the side of censorship when it comes to the freedom of speech/hate speech/misinformation dilemma so maybe there's a cultural attitude of "better to be silent and let others think you a fool than to open your mouth and remove all doubt," if that makes sense? maybe they're less concerned about the government censorship and more about social censure/conforming to popular opinion, idk. I feel like I'd have to be fluent in German to be able to understand the attitudes there. you'd need to ask a German about that.

[deus-ex-mona]

LIPxLIP and the Filming of the New Year’s Special Programme: Chapter 3

b y e j i r o

previous part (chapter 2)

next part (chapter 4)

Hiyori: This way, you guys~!

Hiyori: Hmm—, I was pretty sure I chose a shrine that doesn’t receive many visitors, but I guess that even this place sees tons of people at this time of year!

Yujiro & Aizo: …

Yujiro: (Why do I have to see Aizo’s face even though it’s my day off?)

Having heaved a heavily exaggerated sigh, Yujiro then noticed that Aizo was looking at him with a rather offended expression on his face.

Aizo: Hey, you do know that I feel the same way as you, right?

Yujiro: Huh? Just what is this feeling that we are supposedly sharing?

Aizo: Y’know, that feeling that spells out “Why the hell do I have to see you, even though it’s New Year’s Day?”!

Yujiro: (Eh, he’s actually spot on. How terrifying.)

Yujiro: Forget it. Let’s get on with our prayers.

Yujiro: I want to get home as quickly as possible to prepare for the special programme.

Aizo: What’s the point of preparing for it? I’m way more athletic than you are.

Yujiro: Hey, have you even checked the casting list of the programme? Several cultural enthusiasts are going to participate alongside us.

Yujiro: There’s no way that the programme is going to be planned out in such a way that only the stupidly fit participants are given an advantage.

Aizo: What’s with that “stupidly fit” quip…? Our bodies are our main selling points as idols, y’know?! There’s no way you’re gonna win if you’re losing out in that aspect—

Hiyori: Okay! That’s enough!

Hiyori: There’s no point in fighting here, okay? Let’s pray instead.

Yujiro: …Yeah, true. There’s no point in fighting.

Aizo: Yeah. Oh God, I swear this to you.

Aizo: I definitely won’t lose to this guy, and this guy alone!

Yujiro and Aizo glared at each other, and then made a mad dash for the offertory box in an attempt to beat each other to it.

Aizo: In the hopes of growing to have a close relationship that’s bound by fate, I’ll offer 5 yen!

Yujiro: Huh? Just who do you want to be bound by fate to?

Aizo: I-I dunno, but when it comes to money offerings, you just gotta give 5 yen, right?!

Yujiro: Oh really? I’ll be offering 50 yen, though.

Aizo: Then I’ll offer 100 yen!

Yujiro: …I’ll offer 200 yen.

Yujiro: (Wait, this will never end, will it…? I want to get home to practise for the programme, so let’s just get this over with as quickly as possible.)

Yujiro and Aizo bowed their heads and clapped twice. An excessive feeling of annoyance bubbled up in Yujiro when he heard just how beautifully the sounds that the two of them made had overlapped. 

Yujiro: (I don’t know why I’m praying for a guy like him… but…)

Yujiro prayed for the wish that he had originally wanted to pray for from the very beginning.

Yujiro: (Dear God, the both of us from LIPxLIP will be participating in a variety show together in a few days’ time.)

Yujiro: (It looks like it’s going to be a solo competition, so of course I’ll have my own share of highlights…)

Yujiro: (But please allow Aizo to show off his best points too.)

Yujiro: (Please let the programme be one that can be enjoyed by…every single one of the viewers from across the country.)

Yujiro: (Unlike Aizo, I’m… not used to participating in variety programmes, so I’ll try my best to not be a burden.)

When Yujiro cracked an eye open and glanced to the side, he was met with the sight of Aizo praying as hard as he could for something or other.

Aizo: …

Yujiro: (...He sure is taking a long time.)

Yujiro: (I don’t want to… raise my head before he does… or something.)

Hiyori: Um~... Aren’t you guys taking quite a while…?

Despite hearing Suzumi call out to him from behind, Yujiro paid her no mind as he continued to pray for both himself and Aizo. In other words, he was praying for the sake of LIPxLIP’s activities—

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#5

🦊 Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

Manager Being s Foreign Exchange Student

Inarizaki x foreign manager (English as a 1st language)

Warnings: Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request! Update: my neck is slowly healing but I'm managing to write 1/2 headcannons a day! I'm thankfully about a week ahead so I'm hoping this gives me enough time to heal and keep ahead!

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Ok I just imagine being a foreign exchange student would be scary enough

But like being a foreign exchange student, managing the boys volleyball team AND attending Inarizaki 👀

Oof 😬

First off, Aran and Kita are so accepting

Aran definitely questions why you came to Inarizaki of all places 😅

Kita is totally one of those people that the school places new students with

Like he can walk backwards and direct attention to things without even a second thought 🙌🏻

I forgot to mention that this is your third year, which thank god 🙏🏻

Imagine if Atsumu had gotten ahold of you first 😅

Anyways, Kita begins to show you the lay of the land

Basic customs and etiquette that is practiced daily in school and in Japan

It's all very interesting!

Where you come from is very different from your new surroundings and a bit intimidating honestly

Kita will introduce you to Michinari and Omimi next

He's slowly integrating you yn 😊

Michinari is super interested in comparing cultural differences

Please he watches public television daily and his favorite shows are the travel shows ✋️

Omimi is more interested in you personally

Your likes? Dislikes? How you ended up here?

It's honestly a great introduction to high-school in a different country

Unfortunately for you YN, you can't have nice things 🙃

Now you are pretty fluent in Japanese but let's just say English is your first language

You have a basic knowledge and understanding down but it's different in practice

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687 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#4

UPDATED: VISUAL CHAT ADDED 🙌🏻

Team Japan's Group Chat: Someone's Following Me

A/N: I promise I'm going to learn how to do text and social media posts 😅 when I reopen requests, there will be a text or headcannon option! Just bare with me, I still hear the dial tone internet connection in my head daily 🤣

YN: Guys 👀 hey can someone come get me?

Yaku: what's wrong YN?

YN: So I just left the coffee shop and there's someone following me

Komori: what coffee shop?

Atsumu: Bokuto, Hinata and I are already in the car!

Sakusa: You don't even know where she is!

Ushiwaka: are you on a public street YN?

Aran: YN you can FaceTime us if you need too

Iwaizumi: if anyone messes with my girl istg!

Sakusa: hold up 🤚🏻your girl?

Hinata: just about to say that 🤨

Iwaizumi: I said what I said 😐

YN: Jesus christ I'm over here trying to dodge a potential kidnapper and you are arguing over me

Kageyama: if we don't save YN now she'll probably go missing

Habuka: RIP YN

YN: WTFUDUCJSJDHDB KAGS 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Hakuba 😫😫😫😫😫😫

Kageyama: what? Haven't you ever seen Law and Order: SVU

Yaku: I mean, he has a point YN

Hoshiumi: what did I miss?

Komori: YN's got a creeper following her, iwaizumi said she's "his" girl and Kageyama is convinced YN's going to be the next victim of a serial killer

Atsumu: seriously Hoshiumi keep up

Hoshiumi: I hate it here 😒

Hyakuzawa: did we all just forget YN's in danger??

Yaku: oh yeah...

Aran: YN, are you near a police station?

Ushiwaka: if you need help, just scream YN

Bokuto: YN WHERE ARE YOU

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715 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#3

🦅Being Shiratorizawa's Manager 🦅

Our Adorable Manager Falls Asleep on Ushijima

Ushijima Wakatoshi featuring Shiratorizawa x GN manager

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

AN: This is an Anon request and THE LAST REQUEST!!! It's taken 2 months but here we are 👏🏻 I'm going to be opening requests for chats scenarios and headcannons in June so be on the look out!

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First off, can we just talk about how big this man is ✋️

Seriously, he's 6'3" and like bulky

Yet he just glides thought the air like a freaking flying squirrel

I mean, COME ON 👇🏻

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800 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

#2

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

😍Miss Manager is Adorable 😍

Inarizaki x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

AN: This is a request from @times-new-roman-in-pastel! This was requested in addition!

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How does one describe Inarizaki 🤔

Hmm words like scary, intimidating and strong come to mind

The essence of a power house

Plus Atsumu 😅

Please I'm barely starting and I can't resist 🤣

Let's be honest, they are blunt, loud, outspoken and super intimidating

Kita says whatever is on his mind, Atsumu and Osamu have no filters

Suna is essentially the Tsukishima of Inarizaki

Omimi is just like Ushijima 😐

There is literally nothing soft about Inarizaki

That is 👀 until they met you 🥰🌈🌸

Being a new student at Inarizaki is hard on its own, but when you are the most adorable, softest human on earth 🥺

Well it's extremely difficult

Their uniforms are dark colors mixed with some white

Nit really your style but thankfully there is some room to accessorize 💅🏼

Some adorable tights with hearts or bows

A colorful hair ribbon 🎀

Maybe a colorful necklace or undershirt 😍

Sorry YN but you stick out like a sore thumb

But hey, sticky out isn't all bad right?

Definitely not 🤩

You get alot of attention for both females and males in your class as well as above and below you

You're a second year- forgot to mention that 🙃

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[ang3lik]

Your fics are literally one of my obsessions anyways!

❤️ please ! fandom: scream + my description

My name's Madeline but I preferred to be called Genesis which is my Middle name. I'm really into Music but I don't really stick to a genre. I like R&B, Indie, Pop, and different Spanish genres like Reggaeton, Bachata, Chicano Rock, etc. I have a pretty good relationship with my family but I have a very close relationship with my friends. I'm afro-latina and I'm very proud of it too. I'm sorta a bookworm to the point where I can't go to a store because I'd immediately go to the book section and spend all my money there. I'm obsessed with movies, mainly horror or thriller movies. I'm very much care about my future and school, I want to be an Engineer and ever since Middle School I've been very stuck on that concept. My friends are everything to me, 'I don't care what you say about me but if you say something about my friends' type of thing. I love my culture, I sometimes wish I could stay in my countries for hours and hours.

I hope that was enough!

other info: Hi there again! I just realized I forgot to add some information. So, here it goes! I'm bisexual and possibly Aroace. I really want to be in a relationship but sometimes I'm not very sure. Which kinda has me thinking if I even want to be in a relationship with another human being. I love jewelry, my grandma used to make jewelry when I was a kid and I just remember absolutely loving it. I don't really care if it's gold or silver but I mostly wear gold jewelry. I like street wear type of clothing or baggy type of clothing. I'm not much of a girly person and I've just grown to love the style. I love art, I could stare at art all day I swear.

hi sweetheart ! thankyou so much 💗 i hope you like this ! also i love the name genesis !

i ship you with… anika kayoko!

anika loves your taste in music and it’s actually how you guys met. at a party and barely anybody was dancing before she decided to, she had been looking over at you with your friends all night before mindy had pushed her to ask you to dance!

anika gets on well with your family and friends, she’s also a very family/friend orientated person but no one’s opinions and love matters to her more than yours. you guys have little book dates, where you might go shopping for some new books, or you guys go to the café or the beach and read them side by side.

when you’re laying side by side at night you definitely tell each other about the plots of the books you’re reading and you both look over each others shoulders trying to read what the other is reading. anika also loves your love for your culture! she loves hearing new things and discovering new things about your culture.

you also go to art studios and museums together and definitely have art dates where you each have a canvas and paint something, gifting to the other. anika really loves pottery and she really likes making you jewellery dishes and pottery dates!

[fishboneart]

Fishbone #004

I miss Secret Horses

I started this project in a mood of hostility towards ai art, but I really liked the Secret Horses phase of machine learning images about, like what, three, four years ago? The delicious soft, dreamlike slurry of form and colour, it was beautiful.

I gather they were produced by slow models only capable of small, low-res images and that was one of the reasons that style died out, faster, higher resolution models outcompeted them--plus a lot of very boring people just prefer photoreal hypertiddies over Secret Horses. Couldn't be me. She's too gorgeous.

Anyway that's what this Fishbone is about. It's not a Creature, it's just a eulogy to a more interesting time in ai art, as I'm sure this entire project will become in time as the models get better and fuck up less. It's also kind of a eulogy to blockmounted airbrush posters of the 1980s and 90s. 10 layers, 5 source images.

I did notice that machine learning has a problem with horse muzzles. It frequently gets them so wrong that it's actually kind of charming (to me at least). I now have a folder full of nothing but fucked up horse noses and no idea what I'm going to do with them yet but watch out for that.

I've been musing on how the conversation here seems very focused on the alleged Midjourney deal to the exclusion of the alleged OpenAI deal. Text-based LLMs need continuous training in a way that image models don't, because they need up-to-date information about idk news and science and whatever so they're not stuck in 2022 forever. Realistically we were probably already mass-indexed years ago but relatively clean sources of new real-language text are swiftly becoming scarce as LLM output floods the web, and both structurally and culturally tumblr is inhospitable to the kinds of marketing and engagement bots taking over other sites (we have other more different horrible problems). So a deal with OpenAI actually going through is marginally more plausible (in my opinion) than one with Midjourney--and also much funnier.

Like, full respect to everyone who started posting nonsense and gibberish when the 404 piece dropped, but we've been posting nonsense and gibberish on this site for 17 years, it is the song of our people. The tumblr accent is real and ChatGPT developing it would be the funniest thing ever. Like, tell me this would not be objectively hilarious;

User: Hey ChatGPT how many countries are there? ChatGPT: More than seven User: No how many countries in the world? ChatGPT: At least three User: There are definitely more than three countries in the world ChatGPT: wellyou'renotwrong.gif

This would be "ChatGPT writes Omegaverse" all over again. Picture ChatGPT swearing up and down that Scorsese made a film called Goncharov because we like to play pretend. Or helpfully informing Alien fans of the Bush Cut because we like to log on and tell bald-faced lies for no reason. This is the webbed site of all time. We piss on the poor here sir. You can feed seventeen years of tetries choclay ornage and penis blast and homestuck rp to an LLM, but Watch Out.

But to be serious for a moment, the various flavours of fascists are probably a bigger hazard to any potential value of this site's text data. I would suggest Matt "please notice me Elon" Photo fix moderation and kick out the trash if he actually wants a real deal to happen but it'll be funnier to watch him get led down the garden path.

[pearwaldorf]

I finished watching RRR last night. It's really long, ridiculous in good and bad ways, and absolutely a piece of Hindutva propaganda (background). There are people who think nobody should watch the film because of how loathsome its tenets are, and I understand that. I also think it's useful to understand how this sort of thing works when it's done well, because honestly? Most Western propaganda fucking sucks. It has to work as entertainment first to make people receptive to its message, and it goes down so, so easy when you do it right.

The tonal whiplash of the movie is honestly incredible. I watched the first hour during a work night and felt like I staggered out of a pinball machine. It is so overwhelming all you can do is try your best to keep up. And that sort of exhuberance is attractive, in an age where it feels like every film is either calculated to show how fucking smart and clever the writer-director thinks he is or some sort of Disney mass-market grey nutritional paste.

It's so much it's almost camp, especially every interaction Ram and Bheem have. Like of course there are cultural differences in how men express affection towards one another, but it can only explain so much. There are literal! montages! Ram does a full Cyrano de Bergerac for Bheem to help him court Jenny! He takes an L in the dance contest so his bro can look good in front of his crush!

Please understand, I don't want to impose a Western gaze on something that should not be interpreted this way (and if I've missed the mark I'm happy to hear about it). But there are only so many fanfic tropes I can deal with dancing their way on screen, sometimes literally, before I can conclude it crosses the line from homosocial to homosexual. (Also given the Hindutva stance on homosexuality, it would not surprise me if somebody was just like "No they're just really good friends I swear.")

The dynamic between Ram and Bheem becomes so much more uncomfortable after Ram reveals his mission. Bheem is, and I say this with affection, strong of heart and dumb of ass. I know some of it is meant to reflect his naivete as a tribesman, but sweetheart, when your bestie shows up in the literal uniform of the colonizer I don't think the appropriate response is "Are you yanking my chain?"

Maybe I wouldn't make so much of it if I didn't know about the movie's nationalist stances. But in that context a man who hits so many of the uneducated but noble savage tropes explicitly submitting to somebody who we later see as the literal representation of Rama is, uh, really troubling.

Random observations I just wanted to throw out there:

That first bit where the crowd is storming the barracks? Every person Ram beats down has a turban or a skullcap. And that's kind of gross.

Every woman in a piece of media pushing nationalist messages is the same flat cutout, I swear. Seetha has no personality other than to exist as the exemplar of (Hindu) womanhood. Jenny is kind and compassionate but in an essentialist way that sets her off as uncorrupted by colonialism and empire, unlike her evil aunt.

The portrayal of the British as ridiculously, cartoonishly evil but somehow still grossly incompetent (ie the Star Wars stormtrooper problem) trivializes the real harm and devastation suffered by the entire country under their rule.

It's not a movie I would watch again, but I think it was useful to get a glimpse inside a propaganda machine. Knowing more about your enemy enables you to understand how they're going to try and get into your head. And given that Modi doesn't appear to be going anywhere and there's plenty of people sympathetic to Hindutva ideals here in the States, it's good to know about.

[caseythebunnyboy]

sorry this is so out of the blue but it’s so so nice seeing other SEA trans people!!! i feel like i never come across people like me online (esp. in nsfw spaces) so this blog genuinely came as a really pleasant surprise <3 also ur outfit in that bunny post is SO cute

okay this probably wont make sense to people who arent poc but this actually means so much to me. i have a really big history on having internalized racism and feeling like im "lesser than" white people. to be honest, it still effects me to this day in small ways, but thats another topic for another day- there are so many layers that influence how i see my race that connects with my sexuality and gender identity that you cant really explain to others, they just have to experience it themself.

(im gonna put the rest under the cut because this is probably gonna be long and i dont wanna clog your dashboard/screen)

another thing is that ive felt like i was a "lesser" asian as well. im not chinese, japanese, or korean so my entire identity of being asian is constantly being questioned and pushed aside because im not one of the pretty, well known asians. it made me feel inferior for so long and took me years to get over, and honestly im not sure if im over it yet, but its definitely died down more.

this ask means so much to me because it makes me feel like just by existing as a south east asian, (a group of people that are often ignored and doubted as to whether or not theyre the race they are) and being proud of it, im helping my people not be ashamed of it too. because the sad reality is that almost every single one of my fellow south east asian friends have wished they were white when they were younger.

i wouldve done anything to get younger me to be proud of his color, rather than trying to whiten it whenever he drew himself, rather than wishing he were american, and rather than despising his own country and people for 12 years. he was blinded by inferiority to the point were it became a mindset that we were lesser. that white people are cooler and more advanced, that my countrys history was boring, and that my culture could never compare.

when i was 13 i finally got out of that mindset, but little bits and pieces linger around that i try my best to ignore. now iam an adult man that is proud of my countrys culture, music, fool and people. it makes me happy that i made someone go "oh i found someone else like me!" because yes! we are like each other! and im so glad you feel proud of that, since i am too!!! surprisingly, we arent that uncommon, i have a whole friend group of south east asians that are also trans, you just have to look closely to find us hehe

theres a whole other topic about how me being poc (that isnt all that common or well known) affects my experience being queer but honestly thats a suuuuper long topic i could talk about for hours, so i wont get in to that here. anon, if youre still reading this because i know this is long as hell, please feel free to dm me so we can talk!! i wanna get to know a fellow trans south east asian, and who knows, we might even be from the same country!

last thing, im happy you guys like my outfit in the bunny posts, will post more pictures of me in it i swear! 💜 thats all i can fit in to one post, again, thank you so much anon. i hope you have a great day 😊