#now we're asking the real questions.

[eustassslut]

Okay kids hygiene and how his s/o has to seduce him into doing it made me think: does kid man scape? Or does he let his s/o tickle their nose and almost bust out laughing while giving head

these are very good questions anon, very very good questions.

i think that before his s/o and in his one night stand era, Kid wouldn't manscape and would just let it grow wild because he's not in a relationship or having sex with someone he has feelings for. he doesn't see the point of putting all that effort in for someone he'll never see again. he has the same logic with how he feels about showering before one night stands.

but after he gets a s/o, Kid's mindset begins to changes because of how much he cares about his s/o and the fact he has something into motivating him to keep clean. only after beginning to do sexual acts with his s/o and they end up sneezing on him does Kid begin to manscape or attempt to keep it at least somewhat tidy down there. but he does focus mostly on how his s/o feels about manscaping, if they didn't want him too then he wouldn't.

[cwritesfiction]

Do any of your characters have strong opinions on cheese?

I feel like Elliott would have strong opinions on cheese packaging. Like, you give them one of those babybels in the wax you peel open?? Or even a string cheese to pick apart. Ooooooh yes, give them that good tactile experience - YES they are a fully grown adult and they are loving every minute of this.

I'm not sure if Adrian or Veronica would have strong cheese opinions but I feel like Reggie's strong opinion is to put shredded cheese on everything: salads sandwiches mashed potatoes he's going for it

[rotisseries]

byler fans who've played breath of the wild/ tears of the kingdom I have a question

*sages not including mineru lmao

feel free to reblog and tell me why you think one or the other, it'll be helpful!

[blimbo-buddy]

my good friend helly r from severance <3 she COULD beat smudge but would she thats the new question..

she could win, but continue on with a life that's haunted by the memory of beating that poor lil dude, guilt and loathing.

[villainsidestep]

north says your brothers are dead.

north says your brothers are dead, but he has to be a liar, because he has always been a liar. because he has always been a bastard. because the numbers mean you can't check his thoughts for lies. because he has to be lying. because the alternative is that your brothers left you. because the alternative is that you left them. left them lying on the sidewalk in an open grave of shattered glass and broken concrete and all those dead bodies and all that blood, there was so much blood, why can you not stop thinking of the blood?! of their hands reaching out for yours amongst the ruin, amidst the fall, along your spine when you uselessly throw yourself at north's thoughts again?

north's thoughts make you feel sick. make you feel staticky. make you clench your teeth and fists and stomach as you feel the nerves creep in, the dreading fear of something being wrong, the persistent terror of needing to stop, needing to keep going, needing to reach just a little bit deeper, needing to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, anything, anything about them, because they couldn't just leave you! they wouldn't leave you! you're supposed to stick together! you've always stuck together!

north says your brothers are dead. you wish you'd died with them.

[fluffypotatey]

I remain to this day fucking IRATE that we are told multiple times that Arthur owns dogs and yet we never see them. Particularly because I know waaaay too much about medieval hunting practices and the kind of dogs he would've had and I am salty.

Show us the doggos, COWARDS.

i guess....i guess you could say....they forgot to....let the dogs out?

[warlordfelwinter]

playing the dnd starter kit adventure so my friend can try dm’ing for the first time (she’s doing AMAZING, i can’t wait to be extremely annoying with celeste in a full campaign) and the only problem is i’m the only one who has listened to taz and the starter kit is at least the beginning of here there be gerblins and she described gundren and [checks notes] sildar walking in to the tavern and it took everything in my power not to shout “BARRY!!!”

[crastledivorce]

Does Joel Smallishbeans ship Dreamnotfound?

[triforce-of-mischief]

Kay so I could’ve sworn I was following you but so apparently I wasn’t and I’m sorry for that…

Nope! We've been like... half mutuals XD

It's chill tho, I barely follow anyone now since I like my dash calm(ish)

[147cookies]

I am so impressed w these ai character bots, my new addiction, highly recommend

[evangelifloss]

Thinking about a certain scene in Dungeon Meshi that completely encapsulates the Autistic experience of making friends as an adult and how hard it is to try and navigate it without ending up getting hurt.

Like IDK about y'all, but this is a common problem ALOT of Autistic Adults face when trying to make friends with other people, because unlike children who aren't good at keeping their opinions to themselves, Adults ARE. In society, we're even encouraged to "keep the peace" "be polite" and etc, which commonly leads to awful scenarios as shown above when Laois finds out his buddy has come to resent who Laois is without actually telling him. All too often the friends that we love to hang out with, people that we're so happy to spend time with, don't feel the same way and in many cases, come to blame us for our social cues or lack thereof.

And when/if we do eventually find out how our friend feels, Dungeon Meshi hits us with another painful panel of how that usually ends up playing out.

It's hard for Adults with Autism to make friends, and even harder to maintain them because alot of the ways Neurotypicals tell other Neurotypicals that they don't like a certain behavior is by quietly disengaging. Whether that involves having one sentence answers, going quiet, or having a certain tone in their voice, all those things signal annoyance or disapproval, but for the Neurodivergents, those subtle cues are completely missed.

And yet when we inevitably discover we DID do something, it is natural to ask "well why didn't you tell me?" because in our minds, it should've been the next step in the equation. However for the Neurotypicals, that's NOT something to bring up. Its important to be SUBTLE about the issue at hand and rely on signals to tell the other person. Blame is placed on us for not noticing the "obvious" signs of disapproval rather than the idea of talking it out as such things are uncomfortable and harder to do. Alot of the time what ends up happening is resentment due to the idea that it was "obvious" and the fact one didn't notice indicates a deliberate ignorance rather than a complete unawareness. It ends up calling into question our quality as a person and our sincerity. We get called "fake" or "malicious" or even "stupid" for failing social cues rather than questioning the decision to be indirect and vague.

For a manga about exploring the dungeon, it seems that the artist would rather explore very real and prevalent dynamics in society with the adventuring premise as a backdrop. I felt VERY seen in these panels, and many others, because it happens so suddenly and dare I say it, plainly. There's no dramatic build-up or spectacle made and in essence, it just Happens.

I think that's what makes the scene hit even harder. It seemingly comes out of nowhere for Laois, like how it always comes out of nowhere for alot of people, and it's never a dramatic twist either. It's always mundane and hurtful. A sudden unforeseen bump in the road that ends up calling into question one's entire friendship with someone and consequent other friendships. It asks "what if other friends feel the same. What if the people that I really like actually hate me and I don't know it?" Or at least that's what I came away with after reading the chapter. I've been where Laois was and the only reason I'm not there now is because I lost the naivete I had and doubt everyone else's sincerity.

[chuluoyi]

✎ forever

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times he asked you to marry him

genre: slightly suggestive, fluff/comfort, silly and lovesick gojo, wedding proposals, mild angst, mentions of injury and protective gojo

note: i was inspired by some fics with this kind of trope and i can totally see gojo asking you to marry him while he's dead drunk—

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

"Why don't we get married?"

The first time Satoru brought this up was right after you both had exhausted yourselves in an intense, passionate lovemaking session.

His bare skin was against yours, and the intimacy of it almost made you want to go along with his suggestion, until you grasped the profound meaning behind his words.

"Satoru," you breathed out, still breathless as you came down from your high. "Are you seriously asking me that now?"

A dopey smile was on his face. "Yeah, is there a problem with it?"

You blinked. The nerve of this clown-head—

"Not even a proper proposal? Or a ring?" you scowled. "Considering your usual flair, this is a rather lackluster attempt at a proposal."

Of course, you weren't a material girl, but considering his big ego and tendency to go overboard, you just had to call him out.

"Hmm? So if there's a grand proposal and I bought you a ring, then you'll say yes?"

There was practically a twinkle in those bright eyes of his now, and you were a bit caught off guard because well, so he is for real?

You’d be lying if you said that the thought of marrying him hadn’t crossed your mind. But to be frank, Gojo Satoru didn't strike you as someone who was interested in anything as cliché as marriage and everything that comes with it.

Which brought you back to this point—you had absolutely no idea what possessed him to bring up this question.

"Hah," you let out a sardonic laugh. "Not that easy. I'll think about it."

When he let out a “Ehhh?”, and started sulking, you were quite sure, and dismissed the question as one of his passing whims.

The second time he posed the question, he was a babbling, slurring mess of alcohol and hiccups.

"Can't we—hic!—" His face was flushed, and he was pitifully wobbling on his feet. "—just get married—hic!—already?"

This time you scoffed, partly out of disdain, crossing your arms in front of you. Satoru seemed to pick up on your unfavorable reaction and attempted to convince you. "I'm being—"

"No," you sternly interrupted, supporting him as he struggled to stay on his feet. You shot an unapologetic look at the other patrons in the bar who were watching you both with disapproving frowns. "Satoru, we're going home."

"I'm—hic!—asking you to marry me!"

"I said no."

"Why?!"

You sighed. "You're dead drunk."

"What will—hic—make you say yes?"

You let out another sigh. It already took a great deal of patience to deal with his immaturity as his girlfriend, and you could only imagine how much more challenging it would be as his wife.

"I'm so heartbroken," he whined, crocodile tears pooling in his eyes as he peered at you like a kicked puppy. "I got rejected twice already... How could you reject me twice?"

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics.

"Marry me."

The third time around, he was neither bringing it up on a whim or drunk, also he wasn't quite asking—his tone was almost pleading.

And you just woke up from your comatose state after a mission gone wrong, still in your bloodied uniform, eyes barely adjusting to the bright room.

Satoru let out a grunt, clasping your fingers in his warm, reassuring grip. It was evident how deeply distressed he was from the furrowed brow and the quiver in his lips as he looked down at you, as well as the gentle way he was stroking your hair.

At this moment, you wanted to cry. The fact that he was so genuinely concerned for you filled you with warmth and emotion.

. . .

He saw it happen right before him—the crimson blood flowing out of your wound like waterfall. He had screamed at you to breathe and not let go of his hand. The moment he felt your head loll back in his arms and you lost your grip on him, he could swear his own heart had stopped too.

He had never been more grateful that you—his best friend, love of his life, the only one he had left—awoke from that horrifying ordeal. Seeing you stained red by your own blood had undoubtedly distorted his point of view, but his desire to marry you, as what he had been suggesting as of late, clearly was not just a mere passing thought.

Because he is acutely aware of how cruel this world is. This damned world has always taken everything that's important to him, and before they can snatch you away too, he will claim you as his first.

"Marry me," he repeated, his voice now sounding more hoarse, not as confident as it had been the first time.

As you gazed into his beautiful eyes, it occurred to your hazy mind that you very nearly died. That you were that close to not seeing him ever again. You had been apprehensive with how he had phrased his proposals so far, and you didn't want your marriage to be a split-second decision forced by some sort of looming omen.

And yet, falling in love with Gojo Satoru had never been the easiest, but you did anyway. He still held onto your hand, patiently awaiting your response—

—but suddenly, like a sharp whiplash effect, what shocked you was that who you saw then wasn't your boyfriend.

But rather, the man with the mantle of the strongest sorcerer alive.

You could lose him just as much as he could lose you. Sooner or later, who knows? His title is both a blessing and a curse. Up until now, it has been a blessing, but who can say when it might suddenly turn into a curse that tears him away from you?

. . .

This time, you didn't snort or doubt his intention. Instead, you smiled, embracing the profound flutter in your chest as you were being proposed.

"Okay," you whispered, voice dry. "Yes… I'll marry you, Satoru."

[mouse-wife]

As you demand. Hello this is boobs inspector and after closely inspecting an ENORMOUS amount of art related to your GREAT persona I with IMMENSE confidence can congratulate you on successfuly passing the inspection.

Wait, I'm getting some glances from PR department.. what? Questions? I must ask a question?

Uhh uhhmmm

Oh! What's the name of that idle game you playing lately? Sorry I'm always distracted and can't remember it

PASSED?? YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS DEAR BOY? WE'RE IN THE CLEAR!

we interrupt this can can for a SPECIAL news bulletin:

be on the look out for an anon who's been passing themselves off as a boobs inspector in order to obtain free boobs. that's all for now.

FREEE BOOOBS???

maybe we oughta tell our anon about the phony impostor

YOU LOONY LOOFAH! THAT IS THE IMPOSTOR!

WE'VE BEEN DUPED!

duped!

BAMBOOZLED!

we've been smeckldorfed!

THAT'S NOT EVEN A WORD AND I AGREE WITH YA!

LOOK AT THEM.

I BET THEY NEVER CHANGE THEIR UNDERPANTS

i bet they bite whale bubbles

I BET THEIR MOM BOUGHT EM THOSE GLASSES

IF THAT IMPOSTOR WANTS BOOB PICTURES, THEN BY NEPTUNE WE'LL GIVE EM ONE

YOU'RE DANCIN WITH THE CRAB MAN NOW. JOIN ME BOY OR YOU'RE FIRED!

it doesn't seem right...

but it feels so good

glitch effect. the gnarliest stuff in procreate

OH! HOLD ON. I GOT A JAR OF GOONING CAPTIONS IN ME OFFICE!

oops! i converted it into a webp!

WELL FISH IT OUT, AND I'LL CONVERT IT INTO AN AVIF!

i call it mouseboobsREAL.webp.avif

hereyouareanonenjoy

LISTEN! THEY SAW IT!

LOOK AT EM CHOKE!

ARRARARARARARAR

hahahahahahahahahahaha

LOOK AT EM SUFFER!

hahahahahahahahaha

we interrupt your laughter at other peoples' expense to bring you this NEWS FLASH

the fake boobs inspector has been caught. here is his picture:

if a boobs inspector comes to your ask box and they're not this guy, they're real.

phew! that's a relief, ay mr. krabs? i'm sure our anon will understand if we just explain the situation. then we can all have a good laugh about it!

I DON'T THINK THEY'LL BE LAUGHIN, BOY

why, sir?

BECAUSE THAT BOOBS PICTURE KILLED THEM!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[maddy-ferguson]

I hate to say it... sometimes we're kinda setting our opinion on something and going 'backwards' from that point when criticizing things and coming to a conclusion. like the bsy trope, we are setting our opinion that bc it is a (harmful) trope, the duffers supposedly put that trope to be subverted... because they cannot possibly be writing something trope-y/stereotypical when they sometimes subvert some things on the show. like in the other cases too-- did the duffers put that photography scene to be subverted later on by not making nancy and jonathan a couple or they did a writing choice as men without realizing how it came off as or bc they genuinely thought it would make the audience sympathize with jonathan in order to write a romantic jncy setup. after all, nancy and jonathan got together despite that scene and they started dating after and bc of that anyways... so...? same as the arguments like mike being secretly gay/bi bc he is straight, then it means he is a stereotype/trope who doesnt virtually have any specific *oppression* going for him compared to the other party members. so ppl are going from that assumption that mike must not actually be hetero bc if he's hetero then that's not subversive and something else has to be going with him (this is not byler doubt, i am just giving an example here in terms of how this sort of logic is being used, i am not saying mike is straight. thanks). but yeah, just because a character is supposed to be designed as more of an 'audience surrogate' for the viewers to relate to as a just bullied nerd kid with an 'every man' trope doesn't mean there is something secretive going on behind or the duffers write that situation to be subverted. and hopper is portrayed as an angry man in s3 who wanted joyce to just get her shit together so they could be a couple, and like... i dont want to dwell on s3 too much bc this ask is getting too long already but you get the point.

yes i get your point. and just i want to make it clear that i wasn't saying the s1 picture thing is something they'd feel the need to rectify/subvert by not making jncy endgame or anything, because obviously that ship has sailed, no one in-universe cares about that damn pic anymore😭 i meant to say jncy happened in spite of that, it was just an example of them writing something a 2023 audience wouldn't approve of (but people were already saying this in 2016) and of nothing coming out of it in the show. depiction ≠ endorsement whatever and jonathan apologizes for it but it really isn't that big a deal in the show when in reality it's like...yikes

but yeah i agree, it's essentially forming an argument in reverse? and i do it too, i feel like it happens simply because by now the biggest most convincing proof is burned into everyone's brain so we're obviously not repeating it 24/7. it's just that the conclusions you come to like that don't mean much on their own lol. but yeah, i know what you mean.

[ddejavvu]

can i request spencer reid w bau!reader and their married but reader forgets to put her wedding ring back on and derek’s asking spencer about what happened/if theyre having marital problems and spencer starts panciking but she just forgot about it in her pocket😭

Derek's brow is knitted in real, authentic concern when he corners Spencer in the BAU's kitchenette, and it turns Spencer's stomach. Usually, Derek has a teasing glimmer in his eyes, but it's scarily absent today, and he braces a large hand on Spencer's lanky bicep.

"Pretty boy," Derek starts, and his tone is soft, soothing, kind, "Anything you wanna talk about? I'm here if you need me, y'know."

Spencer tries feigning calm, which is terribly hard to do as someone who's fraught with nerves constantly, but he keeps an even tone when he speaks.

"I don't think so. Should I want to talk about something?"

Derek smiles sympathetically, almost a grimace, and Spencer feels a flash of fear run through him. Has Derek heard something about his mom?

"I don't think anyone else has noticed yet," Derek assures Spencer, "But I saw Y/N's not wearing her ring."

It's not what he'd been expecting, dreading, but it's not pleasant either. Spencer's eyes dart hurriedly to your hunched form, shoulders bent and crowding your desk as you devote yourself entirely to your paperwork. Sure enough, your wedding ring is absent from your finger, leaving an uncomfortably blank space on your skin, and Spencer's brows knit together.

"I didn't know," Spencer admits, keeping his voice to a low murmur, "I- But- we aren't having any problems. I don't think."

Derek shoots that awful pitying grimace his way again, and Spencer shakes his head, his stringy hair flying.

"No, no- we're not- we're not having problems," He asserts, but he's not sure if he's trying to convince himself or Derek more, "I mean, we bickered about coffee this morning, but not- not marriage problems bad. She just forgot it."

Spencer knows what expression will be on Derek's face if he looks, so he doesn't. He busies himself with stirring the rest of the sugar into his coffee, excusing himself before Derek can press the issue even further.

On his way out of the kitchenette he snags a donut from an open box on the counter, slipping a napkin beneath it and trying not to rush to your desk. He doesn't want to seem obvious, but he's a flaming bundle of nerves.

"Angel," He gets right to the point, placing the donut beside your hand on the desk and leaning over the back of your chair. He nestles his cheek to yours, pressing his lips against the curve of your jaw and blocking your conversation from view of the bullpen with the way he shrouds you from behind.

"Spence," You begin, alarmed at the sudden ambush of sugar, both literally and figuratively, "What-?"

"Are you mad at me?" He asks, sounding rather like a child worrying to their parents. You're only more confused after his question, and you tentatively shake your head.

"No? Should I be?"

"I don't think so," Spencer hums, "But you're not wearing your ring."

You blink, glancing at your bare ring finger.

"Oh!" You gush, your shoulders pressing back against his own as you maneuver your hand into your pocket. It's difficult sitting down, but you retrieve the ring and jam it back onto your finger, "I took it off earlier because I was taking the trash out. I didn't want it to get all goopy, and I guess I just forgot it was in there." You let your explanation hang in the air for a moment, but your eyes flash with sympathy, remembering Spencer's initial question, "Oh, Spence, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out."

"It's okay," He breathes out a shaky sigh of relief, reluctant to straighten up from where he's hugging you from behind, "You didn't even freak me out. Morgan did."

You laugh, and the sound soothes those frayed nerves in his chest, the ones that had lit with sparks of panic at Morgan's pity, "Well, don't listen to Morgan from now on. However," You reach for the donut, tearing it in half and holding one end out to Spencer while you catch the other between your teeth, "If it means I get donuts in apology, maybe I'll forget my wedding ring in my pocket more often."

[clonerightsenthusiast]

sorry it's still so funny to me that kaine knows roger's name. im not convinced that man knows the names of some of the new warriors and he like lived with some of those guys. but jessica drew's malewife? sure why not.