#the secret dish

[astrowarr]

"i am wasting my session with etho's dishwasher" grian says and immediately makes fun of how ridiculous that sounds as if he's not literally the one that keeps naming things "etho's dishwasher"

[leslie057]

dont u just love to put her in situations <3

[stabbystiletto]

🧡💚📸🍪📸🎂📸🍽📸💤📸💚🧡

🎅🎁🎄Merry Christmas @koolgurl630!!🎄🎁🎅

I saw a SakuMahi on your list and had to do it lololol 😆😆😆😅😅😅

[alicedrawslesmis]

oh look I was flipping through the pad I keep next to my bed for emergency bedside ideas and I found fanart of valjean's husband Robert from les mis 1952

[ind1c0lite]

A whole lotta Kays because shes adorable I love her sm hgjkhlj

speedpaint here!

[cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop]

Kung Fu Panda 2: *exists*

Kung Fu Panda 2 if Mr. Ping went with the team and saw how Shen treated Po:

Unmute btw.

[nocturnalxsaint]

Look i love ian and mickey. I do. I am very quickly sliding down the slope to a shameless fixation.

But as someone who is very Not From The Midwest i cannot get over the heavy chicago accents. To me everyone's tough guy accent sounds like a caricature of a casserole mom.

[merakiui]

some thoughts about jade leech as a stalker.

(cw: yandere, nsfw, stalking, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, mentions of death/strangulation)

Jade does not love often. In fact, he has a rather small supply of love, which is reserved for his hobbies and family, so when he loves something other than those two things it can only mean trouble. When Floyd has something special and doesn’t share... Well, naturally Jade’s going to want it. He’s never been inherently greedy. Rather, he’s always let Floyd have everything: the larger half of a bluefin tuna, the shinier stone, the bigger seashells, the slice of cake with more frosting, his uniforms whenever Floyd’s were dirtied or damaged. And in return Floyd has, for the most part, shared his things with Jade. This has always been their normal. 

But this time Floyd makes no mention of sharing when it comes to you. In the past, when they were particularly interested in someone, they would share them. Or, in other words, torment that person in equal succession. Azul has been their prime target for years now, and it doesn’t look like either of them will stop their relentless pursuit in seeing how fast they can get Azul to grouse or groan or sigh. You might think they live to see Azul’s misery, but truthfully they want to accompany Azul as he carves misery into the hearts of the poor, unfortunate souls who thought it wise to do business with deep-sea beasts. Teasing him is just a bonus. 

When it comes to you, Floyd is his usual authentic self: blunt and honest to a fault, dangerously so. But that’s what makes his twin so fun. Floyd won’t sugarcoat the obvious. If he dislikes you, he’ll make it known. Jade, on the other hand, will speak syrupy sweet lies in an effort to maintain proper goodwill, even if he detests you. You’ve never really interested Jade, so he can’t say he hates you. But he can’t say he loves you either. To him, you are just a powerless human in a habitat that does not suit you. Really, even with all of the tricks and traps you pulled to beat Azul at his own game, you remained boring to him. He didn’t pay you much mind after everything had been resolved and you’d been free to return to Ramshackle. That should have been the end of his story with you. 

But then, some time later, you start to make frequent appearances at the lounge. It doesn’t take Jade long to learn that you only show up when Floyd’s on shift, and it also doesn’t take him long to theorize that you might have fallen for his brother’s unique charms. It’s sweet, in a way, how Floyd lights up when he sees you, how you smile a little more brightly when he speaks to you, how your laughter is so very buoyant when Floyd lifts you into the air and spins you happily. Jade’s content to watch from the sidelines, pleased to know that his brother has found a friend in you. That might make it easier to trick you into a contract.

He’s so set in this way of thinking, only viewing you as a pawn or a stepping stone towards some bigger end goal. But when Floyd brings you back to the dorm and you become more than a constant in Jade’s life, he starts to wonder what makes you so special. What is it about you that has his brother so enamored? What makes you irresistible? What parts of you are appealing? Jade thinks it might be how quick it is you submit when Floyd’s got you pinned into the mattress, face first, rough hands spreading your thighs apart, so he can sink into you more easily. Floyd likes that; he likes the weak things that crumble under him. He likes to push things to breaking. He likes to mark and bite and bloody and bruise and shred.

Jade likes to fix. He likes to mend, and then break, and then mend all over again. He likes the process, the psychological science behind a simple gesture, much like how he takes great pleasure in playing god over the plants in his terrariums. They say a budding serial killer starts small—with animals like rabbits or squirrels or cats. Jade starts with plants. He’ll put them in stressful environments—in soils with nutrients that don’t quite work—and he’ll watch them wilt, mottle, mold, and decay. He’ll watch them struggle to adapt, he’ll watch them yearn for water or sunlight, and only when he’s certain they’ve had enough he’ll give them proper, healthy care. It’s fun, the way he has so much control over something as dynamic as a plant. But plants cannot protest, cannot fight back, cannot act in the same way humans do. 

But it’s quite satisfying to pluck dried petals from a withered flower, almost like a morbid game of effeuiller la marguerite, and not hear a single scream.

So Jade is fully expecting Floyd to tire of you, to break you enough until boredom sinks its fangs into him and he moves on with his life. And what Floyd breaks Jade fixes, so he’s very ready to glue your heart together when Floyd shatters it. He’s ready to offer a handkerchief and his ear should you need to vent. He’s already prepared his speech: “I must apologize on behalf of Floyd. You know very well how he gets. If I can be of assistance in any way, please let me know.”

Unfortunately, you remain intact. Months pass, Floyd continues to love you, and your relationship unfolds like a lotus in early morning. Jade continues to observe. Floyd has never been one for privacy, so he’s seen every kiss, every bite, every inch of exposed skin. Hell, he’s sat at his desk and tallied Mostro Lounge’s monthly expenses while Floyd fucked you dumb on the other side of the room. He’s even made eye contact with you when you happened to gaze his way while his twin was buried balls-deep in that tight hole of yours. He wonders what goes on in that head of yours. Perhaps there’s nothing substantial within. Floyd’s scrambled your brains enough, so you could just be useless now. Though that wouldn’t be very fun, would it? He knows there’s more to you than you let on, especially when you play top and take every inch of Floyd, riding him so skillfully, and all Floyd can do is dig his fingers into your hips to guide you along to the rough, erratic pace the both of you have set. 

Jade watches fondly from the shadows. Floyd likes to have access to your neck and shoulders; he likes to take you from behind while leaning down to bite into soft flesh. But Jade thinks it would be much nicer to gaze upon your face, to kiss salt from your eyes, to pepper your jawline with tiny pecks, all while peering into eyes that house a beautiful soul. He thinks it would be nice to hold you down, have your legs wrapped around his waist or thrown up onto his shoulders, while he bottoms out. If it were Jade, he’d take you in every position, but he’d find the most pleasure in eye contact. There’s something intimate about it, much like how there’s intimacy in the hands that wrap around a throat. You have to be close to someone when you’re restricting their airflow; you have to squeeze until veins pop, until your hands are sore, until your fingernails have burrowed so deeply into skin that the crescent moons color crimson. It takes minutes to strangle someone, and every minute is spent staring into the wide, terrified eyes of a desperate soul on the verge of death.

Jade likes the way you smell, the way you speak, the way you laugh, the way you are, in every meaning of the word, so very filled with life. Even down to the way you breathe and gasp and moan and cry, you are life itself. Jade wants to bottle that for himself—pluck you from Floyd’s flower pot and place you in a terrarium with the most potent elements just to see how long you’d fare. He wants to save you from those same conditions, sandwich your face between gloved hands when he’s kneeled to your lowered height, and whisper about how it’s okay, about how you’re safe, about how he’d never truly hurt you. Jade knows that loving someone is a very special thing, but the way he loves you is not quite pleasant. The love he has for his hobbies and family is natural. Normal. Simplistic and familial. 

The love he has for you is murderous and frightening. Some days he looks at you like you’re prey he’s not yet devoured. Like you’re to be his first victim. 

Jade starts small. He takes tiny trinkets—a keychain, a pencil, an accessory. He stores these in a shoe box under his bed. When Floyd brings you over and clothes are cast aside, he swipes your undergarments for himself. He won’t wash them until he absolutely must. He’ll have the soft fabric wrapped around his dick later that same evening when Floyd’s fallen asleep and he’s up late contemplating love and lust and life and death, and he’ll cum to the thought of you. Sweet, adorable, oblivious you. 

He’s what one would call a persistence predator—a hunter who gradually wears his prey down over time. He takes from you, watches you, listens to you fret about missing things to Floyd, who promises to find the bastard who’s messing with you and squeeze them until they’re blue and purple. Jade smiles at that. Floyd wouldn’t really do that to him. Sure, they’ve hit each other when they’ve fought and roughhoused on occasion, but the punches were never truly meant. Sure, they might have been thrown playfully or angrily, but they were all temporary bouts of strength. Floyd wouldn’t truly hurt him, so to hear these determined promises and to see how you relax around him... It’s really cute. Jade wonders how much more he can take from you. 

And he wonders how much more you can take before you’re splintering. 

Really, you got lucky that Floyd picked you first. He’s far more merciful. Far more sweeter. Far more loving. At least Floyd is honest with his (at times) rough nature. At least he makes it known that he wants to bite you until you’re bleeding. But Floyd can’t stand whining. He hates it when people cry about things he can’t bother to care about, and lately you’ve been whining about this stalker you think you have for weeks now. Floyd’s told you you’re just being a scared shrimpy—that there is no stalker, that you’re probably just misplacing or losing these items, that none of them really matter because they’re replaceable. 

Jade gets lucky when Floyd finally washes his hands of you, officially fed up with your whining. And what Floyd damages Jade fixes. So when you’re in tears, distraught over the break-up and your missing items and your stalker and the fact that the door to Ramshackle was left unlocked again and that you feel like someone’s living in your shadow, Jade arrives to rescue you from your fear. You don’t even hesitate to cling to him and cry, spilling your worries in waterfalls. Perhaps it’s because he’s a familiar face. He is a reflection of Floyd, after all. 

“Oh dear,” he’ll whisper, stroking your back, allowing you to bury your face in his chest and sob. “There, there.”

You can’t see his expression, but there is a smile spreading on his lips. And his eyes are alight with cruel glee. 

“Would it make you feel better if someone accompanied you to your classes?” Your feeble nod is all he needs. “In that case, shall I spend a few days at Ramshackle with you? I’m certain whoever’s pursuing you won’t get very far if I’m around.”

And he’s right. Your stalker never takes anything again. They never leave the front door unlocked. They never trail behind you, taking shelter in your shadow. That’s because he’s your stalker, though you never managed to figure that out, and this time he doesn’t have to dwell in shadows or on the sidelines. This time he can stand before you as a friend, a soon-to-be lover, and perhaps a lifelong mate. 

Jade does not love often, but when he does it is as beautifully painful as tearing the wings from butterflies. 

[mysicklove]

So we can milk Sukuna from his cock and tits?

sorry i can’t respond to this ask i have to be normal for 2 weeks

[meirimerens]

got the tldr of the vid that I'm Not Watching All That & somewhat amusing how the straw breaking the camel's back for people over James Somerton is his blatant and unashamed plagiarism (as it should be genuinely i don't think you can nor should recover from this) like he hasn't regurgitated for years vile, unempathetic, ahistorical and Purely Just Wrong information about gay history including about the fight for legal same-sex marriage in the US and the AIDS crisis. like an alarming amount of people truly heard his ass say "all the good fun funky artistic and radical gays died of aids and all those who were left were unfun stuck-up prudes and conservatives also the fight for legal same-sex marriage was an assimilationist ploy by the latter who just wanted big gay weddings" as if the gay men who survived the epidemic didn't literally lose lovers and friends and entire communities and long-term partners who they shared a life with and who were denied any crumb of this previous life at their death because there was no legal recognition for same-sex cohabitation and unions and their homophobic family could tear everything from the surviving partner thanks to this lack of recognition and let it slide.

some people out there were truly so eager to shit on the boring assimilationist prude gays who survived aids by being stuck-up prudes and who just wanted "big gay weddings" they made up in their minds to get mad at that they turned their brains off and let it slide. they could've used their smoothed-out brains for ONE minute & found out that surviving took 1) plain boring luck and 2) radical, loud, proud gay activists campaigning for safe/safer sex and the information campaigns they led, as well as the protests and demonstrations they undertook to make the government fucking care for once. and that legally-recognized unions [be they civil or religious] were a matter of survival for the partner left behind. some people out there truly let a business major with a turtleneck (possibly the definition of boring) passing himself off as cool and radical and an intellectual tell them homophobic bullshit. and did not blink. like OF COURSE this guy's gonna be a plagiarist. he needs to get his information from SOMEWHERE. because when he tries to formulate his own stuff it's complete fabrications or the frankensteining of multiple sources that he manages to misunderstand/misrepresent threefold over. trying to fit a knit sock over the foot with the inside out and wonder why that itches.

i know many people in his audience are likely very young and also likely american and as such did most of their growing up in a world where their country (1 out of 195. give or take.) had legalized gay marriage but i cannot even begin to describe 1) how Young legalized gay wedding is, even in ""the west"" and 2) how many. other countries there are. my country legalized same-sex marriage before the US did. i am not even 25 and i still remember the hordes of catholics marching down the streets chanting homophobic slogans, implying the only reason two mommies or two daddies would want to raise a child together is for nefarious, vile purposes. i still remember families having to drag their asses into court to argue that, yes, a woman who raised a child for its whole life with another woman she's in a long-term committed cohabitated relationship with should have the right to be considered a direct guardian even if she's not biologically related to the child, and spending thousands of bucks having to argue their case in court. this might be shocking to some, but there are countries where homosexuality is punishable by death. in others, not by death, but by imprisonment. in others, not by imprisonment, but by ""medical intervention"". in others, not by ""medical intervention" but by fines. and in some others still, you can be gay (yay!) but you still cannot get married or civil-unioned, and the very same shit that was discussed in the 80s is still discussed now. the right to stay a guardian of your partner's child if your partner dies or is ill, so the kid does not go into foster care. the right to inherit your partner's property according to married rights instead of having through long annoying time- and money-consuming legal processes. the right to arrange your partner's funeral or have a say in their medical choices if they're incapacitated instead of their (potentially homophobic) families.

like We Are Not There Yet. we are not in a world where any homosexual can truly, fully, wholeheartedly assimilate, whether you consider it a good thing or not. fun gay artists and boring uninteresting gay office workers die the same death that we all do. the one you don't wake from. and guess what. all types of homosexuals, regardless of which ones you pick and choose to be mad at, are affected by homophobic legislation. not just the ones you think should be spared because they're oh so fun. and oh so radical.

donate to the rainbow railroad org if you can. they help LGBT+ people escape state-sponsored violence. a singular nail on one of their members' hand does more activism and real-life good than any mfer making video essays could do in his entire life.

[bleue-flora]

Welp, I think it’s time for some brain rot don’t you?

So, I noticed in my rewatching, I think awhile ago but I kinda forgot about it until recently, something interesting. After prison, most notably right after with Punz, Dream mentions an island -

[5:35] Dream: “I would have had us go to the island to be fair but I just thought it’s a little too far so…”

And like, what? What island? Do they have a secret island? Is that where the lab is? Is that where Dream’s house is? Has anyone else picked up on this line, like am I crazy or did he just mention a staged duo hideout?!

Then in Daedalus he mentions going to an island again, this time saying ‘metaphorically’ -

[12:30] Dream: “I was you know on an island you could say.”

Sam: “On an island?”

Dream: “Well yeah just you know—metaphorically”

Sam: “What—what? What island were you on?”

Dream: “I wasn’t actually on an island. I was just metaphorically I was on an island but.”

Which… what does that even mean? And why would he tell Sam that?… Unless he didn’t mean to answer Sam but did out of ya know… habit and then had to cover up by saying it’s metaphorical so Sam doesn’t go out looking for the island. I mean like, otherwise why mention a metaphorical island in the first place and then fail to go into it any further?… like… Dream, what island?!

[rockoblanco]

my best friend just told me she tried to imitate my roasted potatoes w/ caramelized onions for her family this Easter & immmmmm about to cryyyyyy 😭😭😭😭 this is what love is HUH ……!!!!!!!!😭🥹😭🥹😭🥹

[eggtrolls]

someone was like 'there's nothing wrong with people who don't do the dishes immediately after eating', yeah you are correct. because we're the ones doing it right. I think people who do the dishes immediately after eating have a fundamental lack of joy and spensieratezza that I find unsettling and I want to keep them out of my home

[wall-maria-around-ba-sing-se]

The most powerful arrow in my “easily overstimulated by family gathering/events” quiver is the ole «Ask People (The Older The Better) If They Are Done With Their Plate/Cup/Whatever (or just point to their empty dinnerware) And If They Are I Will Graciously™️ and Politely™️ Take It Back To The Kitchen For You Sir/Ma’am And Then Just Don’t Come Back» maneuver

This tried and true strategy lets you leave early and mitigate the potential “you were being rude for leaving early” lecture by your older relatives, because doing old peoples dishes for them is the opposite of rude. Especially if you’re a teen, because what are your parents gonna complain about how your family members now perceive you as a well-raised child that thinks about other people and does chores without being asked?

[spaceoddeity]

so many theories about what Verm is but we all know for sure they're one thing: traumatized

obligatory psa: go read @earth2068 trust me bro

[absolutebl]

In La Pluie, we know Lomfon has eyes for Tai. I was wondering if you knew similar BLs where someone from the secondary ships had eyes on someone from the main ship (bonus for some sweet sweet angst)

Alternatively, has it ever happened that the person from secondary ship successfully breaks up the main ship and gets the guy! Basically swapping ships lol

Yes, this is actually not uncommon, especially in the pulps. It's and OLD one.

But it's more a love triangle but one corner of the triangles gets a consolation prize boy relationship.

I don't love this one, frankly, so I don't really track it.

Here are a few off the top of my head.

someone from the side dish had eyes on someone from the main couple

2gether

2Moons2

(I actually love this one)

Brothers... kinda? We don't talk about it.

Check Out

(for like 5 seconds of hyung and we are MAD we didn't get more .. i speak for all of fandom in this matter)

Cutie Pie

Did you forget how TutorYim started?

Destiny Seeker

Another one I LOVED.

Enchante

En of Love series (if you count that style a lot of the sampler pack BLs have this like Y-Destiny)

In Gen Y 2 2 RIVALS GET EACH OTHER!!!

KinnPorsche

In his warped little way.

My Engineer

My Gear and Your Gown

Moonlight Chicken (kinda)

My Secret Love

Yeah, I would have chosen him instead, too. Who wouldn't?

Never Let Me Go

The Promise (last ditch attempt)

Tonhon Chonlatee (last ditch repair - the only thing I miss about this thow is Na + his sun glasses + hi boy toy)

Top Secret Together (oh whatever I don't remember the deets)

TharnType 2 (Fiat anyone?)

Many of these aren't as blatent as La Pluie, but these shows were all activating tropes passively without thought. La Pluie is explicitly examining the tropes themselves as part of its narrative journey.

Has it ever happened that the person from secondary ship successfully breaks up the main ship?

A case could be made for I Am Your King 2 in this matter. But this is rare because it messes with the core arcs of the romance genre so its watcher divisive and usually alienates viewers. IAYK2 did this to me.

Incidentally both IMYK are now on iQIYI. I do not recommend them, though.

And also this one favorite of mine in Love By Chance 2, but it's not the main couple its one of mame's MANY sides.