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[ofbardsandmen]

KAEYA SPOTTED. NEURONS ACTIVATED.

[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[salubriwrites-blog]

The way Leviathan was written in Barbatos’ story was really interesting. Can I please request something super angsty with you and him? Maybe unrequited love on Leviathan’s part? It’s not even that you love someone else. You still sleep with him (and others) often. You just could never love him because of his personality. And that destroys him.

Oh Man.

This got a little unhinged but here we gooooo-

He always woke up before you, adjusting the curtains in his private chamber so when the sun rose it struck his face first. It was the best way without disturbing you, understanding that waking you up quickly meant a faster reality check. Laying on his side, Leviathan traced his fingers between strands of hair plastered to your face. In the early morning when the sun filtered into the room, you were beautiful. Even more than when you were doubled over on top of the devil, hips grinding together with such intensity that he felt your orgasm in his bones. He loved you in all of your forms, but it was these dark, quiet moments that he loved you the hardest.

Hovering, watching your jaw hang open and relaxed, arms and legs splayed out like tree roots in his sheets, it was perfection. Lilac hair stretching out and getting into everything, twirling it around his finger like a spool of the finest fabric. It was easiest to love you like this, when the only conversation available was that of dreams. When you were awake it was the worst; because the gentle snatching of your hand out of his, and graciously side stepping him, were the harshest reminders. That you did not love him with the same lasting ferocity. When you were awake, you were capable of killing Leviathan and you both knew it. Loving you in the light of day where everyone could see you reject him was dangerous, but the poor devil couldn't help himself. Made in God's image of perfection Leviathan was just a man, and you were a shooting star that he could only wish upon.

Somewhere deep in the palace there was a shudder of commotion, no doubt Barbatos waking up the rest of the staff to greet the day. Squinting dangerously at the door, Leviathan hoped that his fiery glare would warm the door knob enough that the sunny devil would think twice.

It was too late though, the vibrations of footsteps scurrying outside woke something in you, and your body tightened with a yawn.

When you opened your eyes Leviathan was there, a respectful distance now as he sat in bed, blinking down at the sheets.

"Good morning," you hummed, crawling across the expanse with your hips twitching like a prowling beast. Your breath was hot in his ear as one hand danced underneath the sheets, frowning when there was no morning glory between his legs. "Did you sleep alright?"

"I slept fine, I should be asking you that question," Leviathan replied curtly. If it were any other day, when you did this little morning ritual you'd instead be throwing yourself under the covers, ass in his face while you played his length like an instrument. Together you wouldn't leave the bed until the sun was casting its light on the other set of windows on the West side of the room. It was paradise by the morning light, to have you as he had before. Knowing it was the only way he would have you. Lustful, only taking, taking all of him.

Had it always been so shallow? Was he just there for your entertainment; a soft place to land in this foreign place, a pair of lips to suck you dry, hips to drive you to perfect climax over and over? Were you using him?

Yes, the devil of Envy decided as you shrugged at his impotence and climbed to the edge of the bed next. You were using him and he loved you for it.

"Would you like breakfast brought here, or do you want to take it in the dining room?" Leviathan asked, waiting until you disappeared into the opulent bathroom before getting up next. Searching for a shirt while you showered, he slumped with his back against the bathroom door, listening to the water run down your body. It was not fair that you had more love for the heat of the water than him. It wasn't always like him to be jealous of a shower, right?

"I don't have time for breakfast, actually," you called back slowly, waiting until the faucet had quietly shut off the steaming flow. "Sitri is coming to bring me back to Gehenna... for a while."

A while?

"What for?" He prodded next, knowing that your affairs in Gehenna with that insufferable Prince weren't his business. The jolting stab in his stomach at your words though? That was his business. Leviathan didn't mean to sound possessive at that question, and quietly he cursed himself when you didn't reply immediately.

"Satan asked me to come back... I've been in Hades for a minute, and besides you're probably behind on all of your responsibilities. You don't need to spend all your time catering to my every whim." You laughed to try and distract from the heaviness of your words.

Yes he did. He needed to give you every second of his life, he needed to cater and worship your time and drink up your soft replies to his generosity. He needed to show you that he was the perfect gentleman. The perfect lover. The perfect partner. He needed to be the man you loved, and would gladly give you all of him if that's what it took. What good was it to be the perfect specimen, the perfect image of God, if it wasn't perfect for you?

Leviathan didn't say a word, just stared at the empty bed where you had just been. So beautiful and lovely, he wished to return there, order Glasyalabolas enchant you to sleep so he could love you like he knew best. Except that wasn't what Leviathan wanted either. Loving you in the dark was not what he wanted. He wanted to love you in the light of day, with the sun illuminating your hair and cloud shadows kissing your cheeks. He knew he could love you with his eyes closed, but what he would do for you to love him back with your opens.

"I understand," he lied while knowing the truth. It stung bitter as holy fire in his mouth as he helped you pack and prepare for your departure. He'd overplayed his hand, showering you in too many favors, giving you the best of himself at every opportunity. You didn't want it. Something about his posture, his cadence, maybe even his personality off set all of the best parts of himself. You were running away, and the worst part wasn't that he was going to let you. Leviathan knew that just having you wasn't enough. The worst part was that he had done everything in his perfect power.

"Don't think of yourself as a burden on me or Hades," he said instead of all those things. How he hated himself in that moment, standing at the front steps of the palace where Sitri waited dutifully. Even in the general's arms you looked at home. "Your time with us has been... a welcome intrusion. I look forward to your next visit."

Waving over your head, not even the kings of legends could have pulled him away from the steps until he was sure you were gone. A part of Leviathan followed you out the gates of Hades and into the valley of Gehenna. Not knowing that he'd ever see it again, the attendants of the Prince of Envy stood back and watched him retreat into the palace.

"Can we get you anything-" Orias began to ask, but before he could rattle off all of the Prince's perfect titles, Leviathan interrupted him.

"My coffin," he replied, and all the devils in the room looked at each other. Needing to quietly ask that what they just heard wasn't their imagination. The crack in Leviathan's voice was a crack in his armor, and therefore a breach in the otherwise perfect paradise he built. If the perfect Prince of Hades was falling apart, Hades would surely follow in his footsteps. That would not be allowed to happen. “I will not be disturbed."

As if they had spoken its true name, the devil's coffin manifested from a corner of the room and appeared before him. No one said a word as the fine pressed clothes, the gemstones, and the ornaments befitting a king clattered loudly to the ground. Stripped naked of everything that made him regal, until he was just a man, Leviathan crawled into the perfectly lined casket. "Bury me."

"Most beautiful-" Barbatos began, but shut up wisely when he saw the tears. Perfect, silver strands of pearl-like tears that solidified and clattered to the ground.

"I said bury me. I want to be alone."

Nodding dutifully, Leviathan's most perfect and most proud attendants swarmed the coffin, clasping it shut with the same reverence they practiced to dress him. He didn't feel it when they hiked the container up onto their broad shoulders, nor did he feel the pressure of soil splashing on top of and down the coffin's sides. Leviathan didn't feel much of anything as he cried, letting the pearls of sorrow roll down to his feet. They would slowly fill the coffin and if he was lucky he'd drown in them.

Alone at last, Leviathan held himself and listened to the sound of roots wriggling through the dirt. Barbatos must have been growing some kind of garden on top of the site, a means to hide the resting place of the broken Prince. Except-

Leviathan wasn't alone, not even in that spacious coffin filling with his tears. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, the devil stared at the crude carvings in its lid. You were here, in the doodles and initials scratched into the wood. This was far from perfect, the Prince of Envy knew that, but as he lay in that shallow earth, buried with all the words he never said and only with the power to love you in the dark, this was perfect for him.

[spaghettiposts]

These new Elizabeth Olsen pictures have got me going FERAL

[savetheupholstery]

As much as I ADORE bucktommy, and sometimes I think “yea they could be cannon endgame I would love that!”, every I get a buddie edit on tiktok im just HIT with the amount of history Buck and Eddie share and how they really were written to be coded as lovers and I will probably be devastated if nothing ever comes from all the buildup

[khaotunq]

Not so much an ask as a statement. I appreciate the language note posts you’ve made.

It added layers to my understanding of the translations/dialogue in both of the posts I’ve seen.

So, thank you!

I hope you don't mind me publishing this but I'm grinning like an idiot about it ♥

I can bring absolutely nothing to the table but a love for Thai and a canny knack for languages; including Thai in my stuff is always nerve-wracking because I'm so ready to be corrected at the drop of a hat, but I'm relatively confident in the little pieces I include so I'm glad you like it!

I do think that between my Ray na/naa set and these recent Eclipse nicknames sets, and all the Eclipse gifsets I've done over the past couple of years where I went off about Thai in the alt texts, I'm just slowly trying to lure people into my Languages R Fun I Swear!! corner.

If folks want more Thai in gifs, or more explanations, I'm happy to attempt it! And I'm happy to be gently corrected if I'm ever wildly off-base.

[from-stars-to-shadows]

Me ex randomly messages me via email (he made a new account because I blocked the other one): Wanna hang out Friday?

Me: Valentines day? Aha absolutely not. I would rather set myself on fire and jump into a pit filled with grease. Thank yew

[wantbytaemin]

the way i don’t do anything unless i get to do it my way has just hit me 🙂‍↕️

[agapeeternal]

Glen Powell attending THR's Power Stylist Dinner

[blmpff]

01.07.2023

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

i feel like i should start making more of an effort, when i talk about something in a piece of media being Upsetting to me, to distinguish between 'cathartic' upsetting and 'gave me psychic damage' upsetting. sometimes i mean OUGH OW MY FEELINGS THIS FUCKS ME UP IN A MEANINGFUL AND RESONANT WAY, MY LIFE IS ENRICHED FOR BECOMING AWARE OF IT and sometimes i mean that it is genuinely distressing and i want to shake the creators and ask what the fuck they were thinking

[pardonmydelays]

also just because this photo came up on my pinterest this morning (again)

i have... thoughts. so many of them. what the fuck joshua-

[viaetor]

im having a bisexual crisis for the 9292028th time in my life

[theworldofotps]

Got me on my knees sir🧎🏻‍♀️

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Happy August Bitches! New chapter of Once Upon a Food Truck just dropped!

Ian and Mickey run into each other as each pair of siblings and food truck owners shop at the Farmer's Market for supplies. While Mickey and Mandy strike up business deals and get a humungous order, Ian finds out why Lip is so tightly wound about winning the contest.

“Don’t need a liquor license to offer samples smaller than a spitwad. Sides, if we have samples out it gets more foot traffic, and it gives Mr. Monterzo incentive to have some menus out.” Mickey nodded at the little stack by the register where Mr. Monterzo was grinning.

“Shit, that’s a good idea, why didn’t we think of that?” Ian muttered to himself.

“Because you and your brother are a fumbling two headed jackass.”

Ian barked a laugh, “Alright alright, truce, it’s our off day!”

Mickey nodded his head to the side and grinned, “True enough. Though that little old lady over there is already putting me to work this week.” He tilted his head towards the crochet booth towards the far end of the market.

“The florist?” Ian asked with a furrowed brow, last time he had interacted with her was when he was trying to get two boutonnieres for senior prom and she had refused service saying how sodomy was a sin.

“Yeah, apparently she wants to one up this Gladys bitch in her book club. Ordered a shit ton of food for Wednesday.” Mickey explained.

“Damn, that’s awesome for you guys, last I knew she was a bigoted little homophobe.” Ian said, reaching for a bottle with a label with “Chardon-heeey!” on it.

“Well fuck.” Mickey muttered looking back at Maxine’s booth, he normally didn’t give a fuck about taking a homophobe’s money, but considering he’d be doing a fair amount of work for it and not just stealing it, he might have to rip up her check.

Ian could tell that that little bit of information was making Mickey wonder about telling the old lady to shove it, “But that was several years ago. Maybe she’s had a change of heart.” He placed the Chardon-heeey back and grabbed one that said “Cabernet, more like Caber-yay!” and looked up at Mr. Monterzo, “Is this one sweet? Or more sour?”

“Sweet, the sour ones are more on the left.” Mr. Monterzo answered without really looking up.

Ian could still see the indecisiveness in Mickey’s expression and he used his shoulder to knock into him, “Hey, you aren’t working for free and it’s a big order, if you do it then find out she’s still a little homo hater you can tell her to fuck off. This is gonna be good word of mouth for you guys if she’s having several people there.”

Mickey looked up at Ian, his brows furrowing, “Why do you care about that?” He asked trepidatiously.

Ian felt at a loss for words for a second, “Well, I mean, I’m your boyfriend right? I’m supposed to care about your well being.” Ian scrambled to answer and gave Mickey a wink as he spoke, reminding him that he knew it was fake.

Mickey’s face faltered for a moment before he grinned.