#we all know Borderline Yang

[unovaslankiite]

Prolly gonna be my one and only rwde post (cus the fanbase is rancid and I'm not rlly a rwby fan, just a person who watches the show): some of you rwby fans are too comfortable using your queerness as a shield to silence BIPOC voices about the racist writing and your 'precious' bigoted CRWBY. You guys unironically act/think that just because you have to deal with queerphobia; you are IMMUNE to being bigoted yourself and you are INCAPABLE of parroting bigoted beliefs. Cus I know there will be a dumbass ant1-rwde posters who will try to drown out this post by saying its 'lies from the EVIL RWDE!!!': You would rather weaponize your queerness to bash on BIPOC voices, while claiming to care about our voices. You would rather be complicit with the racist writers and their racist writing, just because your racist writers gave you a queer ship. There is no shame nor issue in projecting the abused you suffered onto the characters, however you refuse to see through the characters and their writing through a BIPOC lens. You do not get the right to impose your perspective of the characters at the expense of BIPOC voices, you do not get to twist our voices to be alt-right bigots because we called out RWBY's rampant racism. You do not get the right to say you give a shit about BIPOC and have #BLM in your bio when you fervently defend your bigoted company. You do not get to pretend to care about racism when you buy merch off of your bigoted company. My fellow BIPOC (especially the queer BIPOC): why are you guys so comfortable dismissing your fellow poc about their discomfort with RWBY's racist writing? BIPOC are not a monolith with the same opinions about racism in media; but some of you guys are weirdly comfortable with turning a blind eye to your fellow BIPOC getting dogpiled by the white fandom. We can and will disagree, you not agreeing as a BIPOC about RWBY's racist writing is not what I take issue with. The issue lies within you upholding the racial colourblindness in the fandom; like how the fandom was ok with throwing the racism under the bus in favour of queerness, you are ok with throwing your BIPOC peers under the bus for white queerness. Sincerely, a POC who has been watching the fandoms rampant racism problem ever since 2019.

[a-local-cataclysm]

The burning question.

Geto x f!reader x gojo

Shoko & reader

After abject failure to protect Riko and a very near death experience, you decide to transfer to Kyoto in hopes that you can evolve your techniques and shed the trauma you’re carrying. Over ten years later you’ve been called to return to the Tokyo campus and to the faces you haven’t spoken to in just as many years.

Geto didn’t become a cult leader in this. He’s a lil manipulative, a lil controlling, a lil toxic. Gojo is a little shit, arrogant, abrasive but hey that’s Gojo. Also Shoko because she’s an angel and I love her

So reader may come off as an ass/selfish but I’m trying to write with the perspective that her mind suppressed the memories of the event so she doesn’t really remember what happened. Also, she’s going to try and act overtly normal to compensate for how shattered her mind is, but when those unwanted flashbacks hit her it’s an entirely different story.

Chapter 1: In Bad Form

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“I’m gonna ask them.”

“Absolutely not, that is a terrible idea.”

“Come oooooon how else are we gonna find out the answer to our burning question?” You ask waggling your eyebrows at Shoko suggestively. She gives you a less than amused look and sighs the longest sigh in the history of sighs.

“Your burning question.” She corrected, with heavy emphasis on the your.

“I want nothing to do with this future train wreck you’re setting yourself up for. Honestly, some things are better left unsaid. Trust me.“ Shoko turns her attention back to the body laying on the gurney in front of her. You couldn’t help but watch in reverence as she made the first incision. Her movements were so meticulous and efficient that the thought of seeing Shoko in any other setting seemed unnatural.

You sat and pondered what she said from your spot on the neighboring table. Really wracking your brain as you kick your feet back and forth, playfully trying to catch her lab coat with your shoe. Shoko would fuss later about unsanitary conditions, but since when has that ever stopped you? Plus, you know she’s all bark and no bite. You’ve learned something throughout the years in this friendship. And it’s that you and Shoko are always on the same wavelength. On the surface the two of you seem confusing and unviable, but go a little deeper and you’re as compatible as the gust of wind that kicks up a wildfire. Your bubbly and sarcastic attitude compliments her quiet and calculated one.

She’s the yin to your yang.

It’s also because of this perfectly balanced friendship that she’s sitting here actively trying to advise you against asking Satoru and Suguru if they’re fucking each other.

And come on, everyone knows they are. Sure people will whisper about it to one another. But no one outright asks them. I mean yes, you’ve heard the rumors of Nanami catching them on Yaga’s desk after he pissed Satoru off exceptionally bad one afternoon. Also it’s not like you don’t catch the lingering looks they give each other when they think no one else is observing, and you’re certainly not going crazy when you hear the slip of wet skin slamming together coupled with throaty groans that curl out onto the steam of the communal showers late at night.

Hell just the other day you spied them locking lips and, being the depraved person you are, you got so caught up in the show that you didn’t realize they saw you watching them until a certain pair of cerulean blue eyes locked with yours. So flustered you were that you didn’t notice the devious look they shared with one another while watching you skitter away more embarrassed than ever.

They’re the worst kept secret on jujustu high campus. Hell in jujustu society.

“But whyyyy?” You throw your head back and whine. You may sound like a petulant little child right now, but the tension between you three is borderline unbearable. They know you know, and you know they know you know. Not to mention you’re almost positive they hate you now. Not that you can blame them. It’s all just one giant clusterfuck of a headache and you’d really love to move past it because unfortunately, you do have to attend the stupid Goodwill Event alongside them next week. The worse news being that after the event you’re to move back to the Tokyo campus until further notice. So yeah, diffusing this horribly awkward tension between the three of you is on the top of your to do list.

Shoko graces you with another one of her signature sighs before looking up from the corpse and pointing her scalpel at you threateningly. She ends up giving you a 10 minute speech on the reasons why saying anything to them would be a terrible idea.

“-and finally, you do realize they are two of the strongest sorcerers in modern society. You don’t think that maybe confronting them with a potential scandal would be detrimental to your fucking health?!! Especially with whatever bad blood there is between the three of you.” She grits out, waving the blade haphazardly in the air to enunciate how awful your no good idea is.

You’ve never seen Shoko like this and it has you a bit taken aback so you raise your arms in mock defeat “ok ok i yield! I won’t ask the wonder twins if they’re fucking each other on Yaga’s desk every Tuesday!”

“Oh my god I really wish you hadn’t given me that mental image.” Shoko shudders.

You hop off the table and carefully smooth out the wrinkles in your shirt before you look to Shoko with a menacing smile. You bolt for the door shouting over your shoulder “IMMA STILL ASK THEM!”. Cackling gleefully as you dart down the halls to find your students and start the day. Faintly in the distance you hear Shoko shout back “DON’T YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

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Satoru watches you successfully pin one of your students to the ground in a simple takedown. You demonstrate to them the importance of mastering hand to hand combat while the group gathers around you in a semi circle. One student, the feisty blonde, complains about why they would even need to learn these techniques.

“I don’t think I need to worry about pinning a curse down into submission sensei”, her words punctuated with an eye roll directed at you.

You just shrug it off, plastering on your famous crooked grin, and tell them with your sing songy voice that they never know when they may need it. And to “trust me~~”.

But you don’t expand any further.

Satoru thinks back to the day over ten years ago when you nearly bled out in Suguru’s lap. It still feels like yesterday to him. They were different people then, and as much as he likes to think Riko’s death didn’t change him much. Looking at you right now makes him realize that maybe the loss burrowed further under his skin than he thought.

You transferred to Kyoto shortly after Toji nearly severed your arm off in The Main Hall of The Tomb. Citing the reason as a chance to further develop your technique, but he and Suguru know the real reason why.

He remembers opening his dorm door and being met with the sight of your puffy eyes and tear stained face in front him. The watery apologies that tumbled from your soft lips, how your voice cracked with every inflection. He certainly remembers the tightness in his chest, the way it felt like all his heartstrings were knotted together before you pulled them taut with your bitter goodbyes. You promised to keep in contact with them, vowed the distance wouldn’t change things.

You kept your promise. At first.

Calling or texting at least one of them everyday. If only to check in. Then it was every other day and they chalked it up to Kyoto being a more bustling campus.

Then it was once a week, and by then Suguru was on the verge of a mental collapse.

Being a sorcerer had taken its toll on him heavily. He took leave, started seeing a therapist regularly and eventually the old Suguru started to creep back. But you never contacted them during this. When they were at their lowest you left them out to dry. Though something good did come out of your abandonment. They discovered new ways to love each other and flourished together without you.

So maybe Satoru is a little bitter, maybe Suguru is too.

Maybe when he was eavesdropping on the higher ups he caught wind of your name along with the words relocation, Tokyo, and tenured, and maybe that ignited something within his chest. Though he hasn’t decided whether or not he likes it yet.

The sound of screaming students and your bubbling laughter rips him from his daydreams. He looks out at the scene before him and can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him.

Your students tried surrounding you in an attempt to end the training sooner but your technique caught them one by one. Each student frozen in a more ridiculous position than the last. One kid has his face in the dirt, while his feet are suspended in the air, a hand is braced against the ground and the other is pulling at his pants. Gojo quirks a brow, he doesn’t remember you showing him this technique. Interesting.

A hand rests on his back before moving up to his shoulder, squeezing it gently. Out of his peripheral he can see Suguru watching as you laugh at the compromising positions you’ve put your students in.

“That’s new.” Suguru muses. He glances at Satoru, seemingly lost in thought.

“Yeah, so far it’s my favorite. The sheer terror on her students’ faces is hilarious.” Gojo cackled.

On the field your ears perk up and you turn your head to the direction of his laughter and lock eyes for the second time since you returned to campus. Finally you break contact and see Suguru standing next to him. A foreign emotion flashes across your face. To them it looked like something akin to sadness or regret. Gojo makes out a subtle clenching in your jaw before the mask falls back into place making it look like nothing ever changed.

Suguru and Satoru watch as your students clear the field and make their way to the lunchroom. Hesitation sits idly by in their chests as you leisurely stroll behind the kids with your hands shoved in your pockets glancing at your left arm every so often, it seems to be the focal point of your attention now. Then they catch you periodically bending, rotating and flexing said arm experimentally. Like you’re trying to reassure yourself that it’s still attached to your body.

[meteor752]

Spent a whole week binging rwby because why not

Here are mah thoughts

Very interesting decision of the show to open on literally the best character, like I’ve heard of peaking early but come on

No but fr Roman is actually so special to me

I just finished volume nine and I broke down crying at his and Neo’s final moments

Thing is, I’m a person with daddy issues and my favorite family member is my uncle so like of course Qrow is second favorite guy

We love us a bisexual subby whore

Ozpin is number three so like guess what my favorite ship is

(Side note, My Own Worst Enemy by Elektric Angel is one of the best fics I have ever read and I cannot recommend it enough)

Why the fuck did this show start out with having one of the four main characters be racist?! What a bold choice

I hate Jaune so fucking much. If you like him, cool, but he’s one my most hated fictional characters ever, not just him but like what he represents

Tho it is worse with Neptune, who’s also like why tf are you here bruv

It’s very funny to have a borderline kinda racist character and a literal meme from 2014 be drafted into war

It took me five days to break and create ocs. They’re called Lemon Lime, Azure, Iris, and Koral. Team LAIK. Maybe I’ll talk about them more at some other point

Listen okay I know that animated shows like to have your hero be depressed in a whole arc, but like god Ruby was kinda grating in season 9.

Blake is kinda rolling with like, one personality trait, but ya know good on her for getting a cool gf

Yang is also the best out of the main four girls

So is Tai, Summer, and Raven’s relationship supposed to be a polycule? That must have been awkward for poor Qrow back in school

Why the fuck is everyone so mad at Ozpin all the time. Like boohoo, daddy didn’t tell you Santa isn’t real, get fucking over yourself Qrow you’re forty three

But fr what is the animosity about. I think Jelloapocalypse summarized it the best in his rwby video

Also did you know the top comment on there is from Technoblade? Check it out, it’s true. No idea he was a rwby fan, but like good for him

Season 6 episode “Alone in the woods” is the best episode by far. I really like when they do more unique stuff with the Grimm, other than just ‘monster’

That being said I’m always a sucker for a space whale

But the line from that episode, “No one was angry or sad or scared. No one was anything. And then, no one was left” is so powerful

Season nine is like fully a fever dream, but it helps with connecting to the main four again, so I like it

Also they need to stop introducing characters we don’t need any more it’s so cluttered

Why the fuck did the tree have Summer’s weapon? What the fuck was she doing there, frolicking in wonderland? Gurl…

I miss Oobleck. He hasn’t been around since like season 4, like what the hell man

What the fuck is Cinder and Emerald’s relationship supposed to be? Are they sisters? Friends? Is Emerald in love with her? Because she seems to be.

Emerald and Mercury are fully siblings tho. Also I love Mercury

Arthur’s monologue to Cinder was one of the best scenes in the show. I loved it, I’m sad he died

The character I relate the most to is little scorpion freak, because honestly dude saaaaaaame

God I want Salem to fuck me

The motivation of the villain being that they’re an immortal being, who wants the world to end because then they can die, is so fucking interesting and I’m surprised I don’t see more of it.

Do you guys think the only reason that Jaune was made leader of team JNPR was because they couldn’t think of a colour with those letters that started with P?

Do you think that’s how they choose all leaders?

How the fuck is Ren supposed to be a version of Mulan? Apart from him being Asian, there’s no correlation. Jesus Christ…

Him and Nora are very t4t tho. Very glad that they established boundaries about their relationship tho, like open communication is all I need

Why is Ambrosius kinda 💅

This isn’t related to rwby but there’s like a bird or smt screaming outside my window and it kinda sounds like a ghost girl and now I’m scared…

I feel like Salem and Ozpin’s relationship is very uncomfortable with Oscar stuck in the middle. Like why did they have to make him fourteen

Pupsicle!!!!

If I had a child in this universe I would absolutely name them something that starts with a vowel. Some of these team names are a fucking stretch, I mean SSSN?!

Another bold move by the creators is having the first few seasons villains be minorities fighting for Justice and equality. Like idk anything about these dudes, but it’s a little yikes

The fact that everyone in this world is an X-men and the show took four seasons to actually explain that is hilarious

Actually the show taking its time to explain anything is hilarious

Like, six seasons in and we find out the villain’s motivations. Hell four seasons in and we find out the villain

The first opening song was easily the best. Like I said, peaked early

The ship names of this fandom are fucking baller dude. Very creative

[nightimeconfessions]

Bear with me for a moment….

I love RT, love RWBY. For me, Ruby is the epitome of hope and perseverance. So, this episode more than hit home— not even taking into account the themes of this episode.

I knew Ruby was in a horrible head space but I didn’t think she’d kill herself. Let’s be honest, that’s exactly what it was/represented.

I know it’s just a show but fuck this episode hurt. It hurt to know that this character who’ve I resonated with and loved, was in such a dark place to do this.

I enjoyed that Weiss, Yang, and Blake had a conversation about Ruby and her outbursts/leaving. I loved that Weiss voiced the concerns about their positive messages— and how they can be draining.

I understand the slight frustration and utter helplessness in Yang’s response— “she could’ve talked to us”. I wonder if she will blame herself and her recent relationship with Blake. Will Yang show her growth and lean on Blake for support? Or will Yang push her away, blaming herself for being selfish and not seeing the mental state Ruby was in? As a parent figure to Ruby, i truly hope she does not regress. However, seeing her sister kill herself is very traumatizing. And we don’t yet know how Ruby will emerge (if she emerges). It hurts.

On a brighter side, I did enjoy the slow motion post I saw of Blake protecting Yang during the cat attack— she knew true vulnerable state Yang was in and how much it might have affected her.

I hope we get to see more of Weiss, who I agree seemed to be the only one who might’ve understood her headspace. Specifically, how she stated how their positive words might’ve affected her.

I also wonder if Ruby did know those were her really teammates at the end. After what she had just been through, I’m not sure. She could’ve thought they were part of Neo’s abuse or hallucinations. Either way, that scene hurt. All of it hurt.

I’ve always been borderline hoping that Neo would get a redemption arc— she is a favorite character of mine. With that being said, after this episode, I’m okay if she doesn’t if I’m being honest.

Where does RWBY go from here? I had assumed that this episode would focus on Ruby and her mental health due to the last episode. But after this, I’m not sure what spins and twists are awaiting us.

All in all, great episode. Especially seeing some familiar characters— just not in the way I was hoping.

With that being said, I’m heartbroken. I feel like I’m in mourning. RT does such a great job in making you feel like you know these characters, and this one stings. I truly hope Ruby is able to be saved and able to be healed. The change in Ruby— I truly mourn the loss of her innocence. I feel as if most of us do as well, for our younger selves. But I guess I was naive in hoping that Ruby would retain hers, as I wish I had kept mine. I think that’s why it hurt so much. I was hoping this character would stay the same throughout but that’s not life. Life is growth, change, knowledge, etc. Only that can be acknowledged through self-reflection, awareness, and feeling our feelings (as cheesy as it sounds).

I truly cannot wait for the next episode. My heart is so heavy— but I have hope that Ruby will be okay.

[kittyprincessofcats]

RWBY Volume 9 Episode 7 - The Perils of Paper Houses

Long story short: I’m so on Ruby’s side here that it’s borderline making me angry. I’m seeing a lot of “Ruby and Jaune are both right/wrong” takes and on this one I have to say no. While I sympathize with his trauma, I still think Jaune was 100% out of line here.

[tw for mentions of suicide]

I really can’t stand how some people are like “Why is Ruby yelling at people uwu?” as if we didn’t all want her to snap? She shoud have yelled more and gotten even angrier, tbh. She’s been suffering the entire volume and the others barely checked up on her. Of course she’s pissed at them for not noticing and just expecting her to pick up Cresent Rose and be fine.

Yes, Yang tried to ask if she was okay a few times throughout the volume, but it was always in a brief “Hey, you okay?” way, but not in a really meaningful “let’s sit down and talk about this, you’re clearly going through a lot” way. When Ruby passes out after hearing about Penny’s death, no one asks if she wants to talk about it. “No time.” (To be clear, I’m not blaming Yang for any this, the “Yang’s a bad sister” people need to shut up. Sometimes we have our own stuff to deal with and don’t notice that someone close to us is hurting. It happens. I’m just saying that from Ruby’s distorted, depressed, grief-ridden point of view, it might feel to her like Yang doesn’t care, even though that’s not true.)

Weiss tried to talk to Ruby about Penny and have that conversation, but after Ruby shut her out, there were several moments were that consideration didn’t come through. When Ruby couldn’t get to nose hairs on time, Weiss was the one to say “Ruby, come on. We got everything else.”

And in this scene Ruby is clearly torn up over Penny’s death, talking about how she was drawn to her sword, and no one talks to her about it or comforts her. Instead Weiss complains about how it’s “raining on just us” and then the team proceeds to talk about how to get back to Remnant while letting Ruby just sit there.

Heck, none of the others even commented on Ruby giving away her emblem!

And really, this might be my Nuts and Dolts shipper googles talking, but I think a lot of Ruby’s anger at her friends boils down to her grief for Penny. Penny was Weiss, Blake and Yang’s friend, too and yet none of them (from Ruby’s point of view) seem to be grieving for her. (Of course Ruby doesn’t know what happened after she passed out in episode one. For all we know WBY could have had a really long and deep conversation about Penny right there that we and Ruby missed.) But what Ruby sees is that they just all lost a mutual friend who meant a lot to Ruby in particular and the others seem to just be fine with it. Weiss is more busy mouring for a piece of land rather than a living person, a friend. Blake and Yang have are happy and sorted out their mutual romantic feelings, which Ruby sees as a betrayal because a) our friend just died, how can you think about romance and happiness right now? and b) she’s jealous that Blake and Yang get to be in love and together while the girl she loves just died. (Yes, that is my shipping googles talking, but it’s what makes the most sense to me.)

And then let’s look at this episode:

Right of the bat, Ruby’s not sleeping. How long has she not been sleeping for? Has anyone noticed that she’s always tired? Has no one noticed that her usual cheerful attitude has been completely gone for the entire volume? (Seriously, just rewatch bits of a older volume and the whiplash will hit you.)

Blake: “Ruby, where’s your weapon?” (translation in Ruby’s mind: You’re supposed to just be fine and fight like everyone else now.)

Ruby: “Oh, sorry, still waking up.”

Weiss: “Hurry! People are counting on us!” (Yeah, really not helping there. None of them noticed that she doesn’t want to pick up Cresent Rose or have the responsibility of protecting people.)

Blake: “He’s obviously been through a lot.”

Yang: “Yeah...”

Blake: “We can be frustrated later. Right now, Jaune needs us.”

Ruby’s thoughts: “Oh great, so when it’s Jaune, you recognize that he’s been through a lot and you think taking the time to be there for him is more important than moving on right away and trying to find a way out of here. But where was that energy for me? When I was suffering alone with Penny’s sword in my hand, you only talked about getting out of here asap and didn’t care to be there for me or take time for me. There was no ‘we can be frustrated about being stuck in a fairytale later, right now Ruby needs us’ for me.”

(And again, only Little notices that Ruby’s not okay.)

Weiss: “Then who does that leave us with? It’s obvious we need someone to guide us or we could end up getting thrown back in time, or killed by the tree or worse.” (Translation in Ruby’s head: “We can’t count on you to lead us.”)

^Everyone’s expression when listening to to purple paper-pleaser. (Ruby’s thoughts: “Oh great, they have compassion for someone they just met but when I’ve been low-key thinking of wanting to ascend and be someone else the entire time, none of them even picked up on it.”)

Jaune: “They don’t know what they want! Afterans are all either too smart, too stupid, or too crazy to trust!”

So Jaune not only doesn’t respect what the paper pleasers actually want, from the way he’s talking about them he doesn’t even seem to genuinely like them. The way he’s frantically trying to keep them from ascending is him coping with his own trauma of not being able to save people, but it’s all about him and how this makes him feel, not about them. Yes, Ruby was out of line calling them Jaune’s “make-believe friends”, but I don’t quite buy people’s “she insulted his family!” takes when Jaune himself doesn’t seem to really respect them.

“Wanting.” ... Yeah, there’s something here that Ruby’s not okay with and not over, I can’t quite put my finger on it.

God, I want to slap Jaune so hard right here. Accusing Ruby of “standing around” and telling her to help her teammates... Dude, first of all, who are you to give Ruby orders and snap at her? Last I checked you weren’t her boss or her team leader. And if you were observant enough to see Ruby not help her teammates, how did you miss the part where she didn’t even defend herself? She’s the one who just almost got eaten by a Jabberwalker becasue she was having panic attack and you’re blaming her? Shut up.

Yang: “Ruby? Are you o...”

And again, Yang tries to ask if Ruby’s okay but gets interrupted.

And this to Ruby must have felt like a betrayal in a way, too. Yang was about to ask her if she’s okay, they were all about to finally listen to her, but instead the village got destroyed and now everyone’s off comforting Jaune instead. (And the problem isn’t that they comfort Jaune, it’s that Ruby didn’t get this sort of comfort over Penny’s death. The paper pleasers aren’t actually dead, they’re getting reborn like they wanted. Penny - as far as we know - is actually dead and Ruby must be thinking “Where were my words of comfort? Where were all of you with your compassion when I needed it?”

So yeah, I 100% get Ruby snapping here, it was about time. And to me  “Oh, I’m sorry, should we be mouring Jaune’s make-believe friends?” definitely had the undertone of “I’m still mouring for my very real friend over here, who had her whole life ahead of her and was tragically murdered and who all of you seem to have just forgotten about.” (Of course Jaune did absolutely not forget, but Ruby doesn’t know that.) Also, given her friendship with Little I’d read this less as “they’re make-believe because they’re not real people” and more as “they’re your make-belive friends becasue you weren’t really being a friend to them.”

And also yeah, sorry, I’m not usally a Jaune hater, but he was 100% in the wrong here. I’m seeing some takes that “they both had some valid points” and no, they didn’t. “The walkers came for you because Neo hates you!” How is that Ruby’s fault? How is a crazy criminal being after her Ruby’s fault? “And let’s not forget the reason we’re in the Ever After in the first place: It’s becasue of your plan that didn’t work!” Jaune, did all those years here make you lose your memories or some shit? Because as I recall you all made that plan together. You all sat around that long table at Schnee manor and came up with this plan together. You, Ruby, WBY, Oscar, Ozpin, Penny, Emerald, Ren&Nora, Whitey, etc. But now that it didn’t all work, it’s suddenly just Ruby’s plan? Nah, shut up. And what else would you have suggested, Jaune? What other clever, better plan did you have up your sleeve? Ironwood was going to blow up Mantle if you all didn’t come up with something within an hour and you’re seriously blaming Ruby? Fuck all the way off.

And even in his apology, Jaune makes it all about himself. He doesn’t even really apologize to Ruby, he directs it more at WBY and then starts talking about his own pain, again taking the focus away from Ruby’s feelings. I do sympathize with Jaune, I really do. He had to do something horrible, had to deal the killing blow to a friend at her request and he’ll never be over that. Then he got transported back in time, had to spend all that time alone with his guilt and grief, couldn’t (as far as he knows) save Lewis either. I know he’s been through absolute shit, I’m not trying to not be compassionate here - but none of what he’s been through was Ruby’s fault in any way and blaming her when she’s already in such a fragile mental state was 100% unjustified and uncalled for. So yeah, I’m gonna say it: Shut up Jaune, she should have punched you.

“On that bridge... I was the only one that could do it, I was the only one!”

Yeah, about that... Ruby still doesn’t know what exactly happend with Penny. She and Jaune had their fight and that still didn’t even come up. I saw some people say that we’re supposed to assume Jaune told them off-screen, but I really don’t think so. The writers wouldn’t leave something that big that Ruby should have a huge reaction to for off-screen, imo. And if they did that’s terrible writing. (Still, Blake and Yang look like they know what he’s talking about?? Idk, this left me confused. I really hope we’re still getting our scene about that.)

Their faces when Ruby tells Blake to shut up. I think (or at least I hope) it hit everyone here that Ruby’s really not okay and needs more than just a little pep talk to be okay again. (No amount of trying to stay positive is going to bring Penny back. I know I’m looking at this through a shipper lense, but like...)

[dragynkeep]

Miles fucking Luna just admitted on Cameo bumbleby was made canon soley because of its popularity with shippers and "would have toned down the Black Sun moments" had they known beforehand! Ais, please bully this beta looking crackhead on Twitter for me because I don't have an account and I refuse to get one

i watched the video & 1. why does he look like that & 2. why is he so goddamn close to the camera. back tf up on this cameo you've owed someone for ages, maybe try & be a little professional & not look like you're recording this on your smoke break.

it's also interesting he doesn't mention why he had to turn cameo off for a bit when some of the last cameos he had included misusing the word genocide over a fictional character & then pimping out his own self insert as "bisexual" & having to walk it back when people, desperate for queer mlm representation in this homophobic ass show, were wondering if it was actually going to be canon when. nah. he just said it for money :))

"you asked if there was any behind the scenes info for bumblby, which is hard cause i don't think there's much to talk about" for a ship you've apparently had in the works for 10 years? since the beginning? kept so under wraps? whatever, miles.

ohhh my god miles bringing up that blake is the bisexual queen & "everyone wants to date her" as if he wasn't disgustingly biphobic & joked about getting off to women kissing in front of him as well as asking if bisexual women were "truly bisexual" or just "sipped from the fur cup" with his best friend who sexually harasses women.

it's also weird that this essentially confirms the reason she has the "blake harem" is because she's bisexual, as well as being "cute & pretty." which. fall into a hole, luna, you ugly fuck.

also positing sun & blake on their faunus relationship as the much smaller one while being deluded there was anything to yang & blake over the "much longer relationship" besides a shit ton of shared trauma & no in depth discussions, no romantic connection, nothing until the last two volumes where they were like "welp, better get this yuri train on the road" & invented moments for them out of nowhere that were out of character & did a disservice to their actual characters.

"they're finally in a place where they can admit their feelings to one another" but why? nothing has changed between them, they've actively ignored or pushed aside the so called "baggage & drama" that miles described them going through & in this volume they were essentially made by the environment to confess their feelings, not through any genuine connection. there was no reason that this confession couldn't have happened in all the life threatening situations last volume & i would've been spared yang fetishizing blake's racial features.

overall: this cameo just confirms the worst of what we knew about crwby in regards to sun / blake / yang. whatever was popular was going to be canon, they didn't care or understand their characters motivations & there is so much biphobia in their treatment of their main bisexual character in regards to both her love life & the confirmation of it only coming in a wlw relationship, downplaying all sides of her attraction.

they could've had blake be confirmed bisexual from day one. they could've done more with blake & yang in the early volumes instead of borderline pimping her out to the cast to have a harem because of said bisexuality & her "cuteness" when in what way does that fit the reserved & cautious blake we know?

this is five minutes of my time i'll never get back & i wish miles a very happy get [redacted] because your shitty voice sounds like razor blades in my ear, you unwashed biphobic fuck.

[kaycode1999]

Hello! I’d love to ask for an LMK matchup, but I’m not sure if you do them for anons. Would you also mind me resubmitting this ask if you don’t?

Appearance:

I have dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. Also vertically challenged coming at 5’1.

Pronouns & Sexuality:

I go by she/her and I’m heterosexual.

Aesthetic:

My actual aesthetic is casual with a preference for lighter colours. However, my favourite aesthetics are vintage and light academia.

Hobbies:

I love indoor activities, but I’m open to taking walks and going outside. I usually draw, play video games, and watch video essays about anything that catches my interest. I can’t do anything too physically taxing or I will suffer.

My Type:

Just someone who’s patient with me as I try to figure out myself, helping me whenever I get stuck, and is sorta similar to me in a way. I want someone who understands and doesn’t mind me being wishy washy with my affection. Doesn’t mind that I am not physically affectionate and can struggle with being affectionate. Someone that prefers quiet moments, doesn’t mind my occasional rants. We have a silent connection, and can usually tell what the other wants/needs. Someone who’s willing to talk and be honest with me about how they feel, and I can wait if they’re not ready. Looks wise, I prefer less muscular, taller than me (not a tall ask haha), and cute/pretty guys (I don’t mind hot/handsome though.)

Personality:

I can be slightly withdrawn and anxious at first meeting, opting to be accommodating and generally nice. But once I open up, I can be energetic and talkative. I’m very open-minded to everything and everyone (logically, there’s no reason for me to hate!), but I have trouble opening up and talking about my emotions, and can only do that comfortably under some form of anonymity (online friends for example) or if someone has prior experience with me venting. I will jump to defend people close to me if they’re being disrespected, and I can get pretty heated in the process. My friends tell me I can be brutally honest, borderline mean sometimes, but I really don’t mean to be (I have a different perception of what is rude.) Slightly touch-averse, but I won’t mind if you ask. I don’t like myself, but I don’t actively put myself down either. Finally, I am clueless about pop culture, and I can come off as pretty boring because of that.

Characters I don’t want:

I don’t want to be matched with Peng, The Mayor, or any character similar because I don’t like their personalities. Also Pigsy, Tang and Sandy, because I genuinely cannot see them in a romantic light.

Thank you! And I’m sorry for this long ask.

I match you with

Ao Lie

You two are like Yin and Yang or the sun and the moon ( Yes I did that on purpose😂). You are both so alike, yet different.

Where one person struggles, the other excels and just ends up lifting the other person up. For example, he struggles to stand up for himself or express when he doesn't like something whereas you're blunt yet honest

In that way you both learn and grow with each other and make each better

His personality is much like yours. He's also energetic and talkative and nice, but he also struggles with self-confidence and liking himself. He also knows you're a lot like him so he makes sure that even if you don't like yourself that you know he does- you do the same for him too

He kind of has to stick with indoor activities or something not too taxing because bless him he's so clumsy he might actually accidentally hurt himself so he tends to stick with you in whatever activity you are doing

Draw him something and he will keep it on his person at all times. Its so dear to him.

He will of course respect any physical boundaries and/or be understanding of your level of affection.

You two are actually so close, you just get each other. You don't have to tell each other to know what the other needs, so he will likely already know what you need at the moment before you say it.

Whatever you need he's there just like you're there for him .

[to-taiwan-from-fanny]

Independent Excursion 2: Academic Reflection of Malls and its Employees.

Dream Mall is the biggest mall in all of Taiwan and it’s located in Kaohsiung, directly accessible by a 30 minute train ride on the lime green line, so of course, I had to go. 

Coincidentally, I spent both of my free days in the city doing just that! The first instance was with Faith, where we traversed through all the floors one by one, hitting every single pop-up shop we saw on the way, and continuing Faith’s turtle stack, which was progressively getting more and more out of hand by day. We must’ve spent around 5 hours there, which led me to falsely believe that we had gone through at least a solid amount of the mall. Nay, it hadn’t even been a quarter of the way through. The mall had so many different wings that we had missed and even a pretty outside area I only got to briefly explore when we were taking the train of shame back at night. 

The second time around, we went with Andy, who ended up being Faith’s bag carrier for the whole 6-something hours we were there. I really wasn’t feeling well that day so I spent most of my time there blindly grabbing onto a boba keychain on his backpack and letting the two of them lead the way. Because I was mentally (and visibly) tired, I didn’t really buy a lot this time around, which is really impressive considering my borderline shopping addiction. 

Since Day 1 of being in Taiwan, I’ve noticed that the sales staff here are a bit, no, way more aggressive than their American counterparts. I’m a person that finds it really hard to say no, especially if someone’s taking time out of their day to approach me (and even if I know it’s just a part of their job description), making malls more stressful to me than they should be. Ever since Faith got socks forcibly tried on her and I got swindled into buying a 900 NTD umbrella, I’ve been on guard more than ever, ready to say “bu hao yi zhi, wo men bu yao” and run off with Faith. 

I always feel bad whenever I do this, though; they’re always so nice it’s almost deceptive, and I’m not alone in feeling this way. According to a study conducted by Lee, N., Beatson, A. and Lin, Y-J. (2010), salespeople in Taiwan are described in both positive and negative characteristics (from snobbish, forceful, false to clever, patient, and kind), a stark contrast to a 1995 study of Americans’ perception of salespeople which was far more negative. It seems that Taiwanese people are both way more empathetic towards employees and also better at being employees in general. 

While I can acknowledge how good at their jobs they are, it was still a terrifying prospect for my wallet being around them. For the first few days when it was just me and Faith exploring the malls, it seemed as if the salespeople were inescapable; hiding around the corner ready to jump me with a mouthful of information about vacuum cleaners. I wondered if it was something about me that screamed “I’m a tourist, please scam me!” and while a large part of it definitely was, it was also because we fit the descriptor of the target audience of malls.

A study conducted by Yang Ho-wen (2005) found that the average mall shopper for Taiwan Sugar Mall, a mall similar to Dream Mall, was “travelling further, younger, having short residential durations, single, with a higher educational level, higher personal income, and more concerned about parking facilities and store loyalty card scheme/coupons/promotional activities.” While I certainly don’t have a high personal income, with the way I present myself, I certainly understand why a shopkeeper would be keen to approach two young adults carrying large bags of stuff. Still a bit offended at how hard I got clocked, though. 

Self check-outs are also very sparse here in comparison to in the States, forcing me to interact with cashiers for even the most mundane of purchases, a slight inconvenience I was shocked to have experienced in Taiwan. It might be my close mindedness speaking, but I had assumed that progression inherently equaled convenience and that there’d be way more self-check out style systems in the country. I hadn’t seen a single self check-out lane in my entire time here but according to the Taiwan News (May 6th, 2023 edition), they’re slowly integrating them into the fabrics of daily life. 

Despite this, I don’t see the prevalence of sales keepers going away. The hospitality and eagerness of the people here have definitely been one of the key highlights of my trip and I can’t imagine a Taiwan without it, even if it meant a few more victims to a twenty eight dollar umbrella scam going on in Shin Kong Mitsukoshi.

Chen, Y.-H. (2011) ‘The service quality and Consumer Behaviour Analysis in Taiwan’, Procedia - Social and Behavioral Sciences, 25, pp. 16–24. doi:10.1016/j.sbspro.2011.10.524. 

Service is our second name - Taiwan’s Amazing Convenience Stores: Taiwan news: May. 6, 2023 10:30 (2023) Taiwan News | May. 6, 2023 10:30. Available at: https://www.taiwannews.com.tw/news/4883503 (Accessed: 07 August 2024). 

Lee, N., Beatson, A. and Lin, Y-J. (2010) ‘Stereotypes of Taiwanese salespeople at the service interface’, Int. J. Services Technology and Management, Vol. 14, Nos. 2/3, pp.217–232.

[rinandsketches]

Kung fu panda: Po's best companion

Still on the train of Kung fu panda, and...you know everyone saying the franchise is dead now cause of it's 4th movie. everyone seemed to forget that there was always 6 movies that were going to be made and that the 4th movie isn't THAT bad. don't believe me, go watch the megamind sequel and see how bad the movie COULD have been.

but, my feelings on everyone's negativity aside, I still want to talk about that kung fu doing Panda. here I want to give you all MY opinion on I believe is Po's best companion.

each and every instalment has given us a slew of new characters to fight alongside Po on his journey to become the world's best kung fu master.

in kung fu panda 1 we have Shifu, Tigress, crane, monkey, viper and mantis. these 6 follow into the tv series legends of awesomeness. while there are they are quite a few new companions, such as Peng, there only lasted for an episode or two. so it's the 5 who are po's companions.

in the second movie, the only two knew characters or Ox and Croc but they stay in prison. the soothsayer is sorta like Oogway, not a companion but a spirital teacher.

in the third movie, we take a change and have Po's dad, mr.Ping and his birth dad, Li Shan as Po's companions.

in the paws of fury, they introduce Po's panda students Nu Hai, Bao, Jing, and Fan Tong.

in Dragon knights we have the wandering blade, Rukhmini, Akna, Colin, and eventually Klaus Dumont.

now and in the newest movie we got Zhen in kung fu panda 4.

those are alot of friends, but who do I believe was and still is Po's best companion? answer:

it's Luthera, also known as wondering blade. Ha ah, believed I would tell you it was tigress, huh? sorry to you Tipo shippers but I believe Blade is not only Po's best companion but the shipper in me thinks she is also Po's best girl.

let me explain. while Po cares for everyone of his friends in their own ways there were some moments keeping me from thinking they were the best side kick to po and vise versa. some are his family, his students are really just his students, this includes Zhen and shifu is his teacher. the closest to being Po's true companion was monkey in the furious 5 and legends of awesomeness, still it isn't tigress, the reason is that each one claimed Po was their best friend in an episode or another (Tigress had yet to say that), I have so many issues with the legends of awesomeness series for making Po a borderline jerk so it makes sense that sometimes they'd turn their backs on Po. Even Tigress wants to Punch but holds back, hint: in an episode where Po makes the 5 forget their memories Tigress does punch Po and says it felts so right despite not remembering Po. so what about the movies? in the movies Tigress is super close, what prevents me from saying Tigress is Po's companion is that if she is ever given a choice, go with Po or stay behind to protect the jade palace, she choose to stay at the palace. similar in the third movie when shifu had to tell her to go find Po.

thus we get to Blade/Luthera. the dragon knights have some flaws. but it does things that I didn't realize that I wanted to see in this universe of animals. it's what do the other locations outside of China are like and what animals live there. like india, brazil, and england. it also made me realize I wanted to see Po interact with another bear, a different type of bear. it makes sense that he meets a brown bear.

this isn't a Blade vs Tigress debate as I seen many do compare the two and argue they should have just put tigress in since the two act similar ,....ok, do you sense a pattern here or is it just me, I'm saying Blade is different in ways that make her a better companion to Po.

as I mentioned Blade and Po have yin and yang dynamic. in one episode Po can be the hero while Blade is the side kick and in another it's Blade taking the lead and Po giving support. Blade keeps Po grounded and focused but needs him to give her emotional support. this is how her relationship on Po develops. while Po, losing his title as dragon master (this show is a separate canon so it's master instead of warrior) and he admits he also depended on Blade. in one moment the two admit they were lost before meeting each other. their combat mirrors this, Blade with swordsmen ship and Po with hand to hand, this gives them coverage. Po teaches Blade some belly attack and headbutts that she uses throughout while Po finally uses Blade's technique and fights with a sword. their reunion in the third season is also a spin hug, take that how you will. this all comes to the end of the series, in the beginning Po was on an eating vacation. taking stops here and there, and when the series is done Luthera joins Po on his adventure, Po stating they can go anywhere they want and her replying, that sounds perfect. Po is happy at the end when he says that he found..a best friend.

all this is why I believe Po and Luthera are the ultimate kung fu panda duo. this is just me thought, tell me who you believe is Po's best companion?

[beachbumsfm]

did you see BRISEIS ‘B.B’ BENITES wandering around the island today? they kind of look like CHRISTIAN SERRATOS from certain angles? i heard around town that the ASSISTANT is FOCUSED, and TRUE BLUE, but also RAGEFUL, and HAYWIRE. people say that they remind them of HALF FULL CHAMPAGNE GLASSES, SUNCATCHERS AT 5 PM, and DRIVING PAST THE SPEED LIMIT PAST MIDNIGHT, and SADE IN THE 90S by QVEEN HERBY is definitely their theme song. they seem like a nice enough person, but we all know how hard it is to keep a pristine reputation in a small town. 

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 … 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: briseis sophia benites 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): bb, bri 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: October 25, 1994 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 29 years old 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cisfemale 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: she/her/hers 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: demiromantic 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: bisexual  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐒: christian serratos 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: left handed 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌: sade in the 90s, i am not a woman i am a god, genesis, bikini porn 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: half filled champagne glasses, smoke against a neon sign, here is her pinterest for further imagery.  𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘… WORKING ON THIS RN PERSONALITY briseis can be a very tough person to want to get to know. she is very demanding, wants things done as soon as possible and has adopted a borderline aggressive attitude in the industry and in her adulthood. professionally, she is organized as well and needs things to be done perfectly. she is not easily intimidated or swayed by others. (she’s a corporate bitch) personally ? she’s a car wreck on fire. she is very loyal once you are in her heart, she will go to war for you. or crowbar your ex’s windshield if you need. she is someone you would want in your corner. she does desire to be somewhat softer and more feminine, however due to her history she finds herself often unable to feel safe enough to do so. she may not be approachable, but if you were to ask her for directions or help to locate something in the grocery store she would respond kindly.  𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒… her first love, the one that broke her.  the other half of her twisted sister duo.  the bitch she would definitely run over with her car.  the person that she definitely doesn’t deserve but she keeps running back to when times are tough for her.

 FUN FACTS -she is left handed  -she really loves the mummy with brendan fraiser -she has a black cat with white patches that she named domino her -favorite candy are fuzzy peaches. -she really wants to go to greece someday. - she was inspired by characters such as peyton sawyer, cristina yang, meredith grey, maddy perez, beth dutton -her favourite colour is green

[dudemanauthor]

Blown Out of Proportion (Part 1)

Author's Note: The person who requested this one asked for a lot of teasing about bursting and popping, mainly because I'm not into actually having that stuff in my stories but I'm okay with teasing it, so they were cool with me toning it down, which was nice.

As Team RWBY entered their second semester, they got together to coordinate their class schedules to give them some time off together. One free afternoon, the team decided to get together in Vale to watch a movie. Unfortunately, the selections weren’t great around that time of year, no awards season any time soon and it wasn’t time for the summer blockbusters yet, so the team chose the least bad looking one. As far as they could tell, it was some sort of artsy Mistralian horror movie about a killer inflating her victims to take them out. They didn’t exactly have high hopes for the movie, especially a scaredy cat like Ruby, but what was the worst that could happen.

About two hours later, the team left the cinema and had had very different experiences. Ruby hadn’t exactly watched the movie, spending most of the time hiding behind her hands, only occasionally peeking through the gaps between her fingers when things seemed less scary. Blake, meanwhile, hadn’t heard much of the movie, as she’d spent most of it covering both sets of ears to try and block out the popping and exploding of the killer’s victims, which fortunately happened off screen. Yang just plain couldn’t take the movie seriously, between laughing at the bad practical effects and the even worse CGI and mocking the half-hearted delivery of the lines whenever the victims started complaining about the pressure as they inflated. Weiss’ reaction was very different from the rest of the team. She sat in silence, eyes and ears fixed on every moment of the film, as shivers ran up and down her spine and she became more and more flustered as the film went on, squirming in her seat as she started feeling warmer and warmer. As soon as the film ended, Weiss made an immediate beeline for the bathrooms. After a few minutes, Weiss was back, looking much more relaxed.

“Sorry about that, just needed to get something out of my system,” Weiss said politely.

“Must’ve been important, you were going as red as Ruby’s cloak,” Yang pointed out. Weiss’ eyes widened.

“I-I don’t know what you mean. We should head back to Beacon,” Weiss stammered, before quickly leading the team back. The rest of the team shared confused looks, but didn’t want to push further at the moment.

---

Over the next week or so, the rest of the team could tell something was up with Weiss, but they weren’t sure what, and Blake and Ruby weren’t exactly eager to dig too deeply without Weiss’ permission. Yang, on the other hand, was more than happy to dig in, and she was fairly sure that she knew where to dig. She knew that Weiss was spending a lot of time away from the team and a lot of time on her scroll, either in the bathroom or the dorm room, and she really didn’t like people being near her when she was using her scroll. Also, all of this was happening not too long after the movie the team saw, giving Yang a hunch that it was connected to Weiss’ weird behaviour. Yang was pretty sure she could find the answers on Weiss’ scroll, but getting her away from it, especially when she was borderline paranoid, was not going to be an easy task. Fortunately for Yang, she was about to get some unexpected help.

One afternoon left just Weiss and Yang in the dorm room. Weiss had turned so that Yang couldn’t see her scroll. Yang was certain Weiss was doing this on purpose. Yang spotted the door opening and saw Ruby carefully entering, trying to do everything with a glass of milk in one hand and a plate of cookies in the other. Yang put together a quick plan and hoped for the best.

“Hey Weiss, can you check this thing for me really quick?” she asked as she held out a Grimm Studies worksheet she was working on. It was too far for Weiss to see clearly, so Weiss put her scroll screen down on the bed and got up. It was too quick for Ruby to react, as Weiss stepped into her way. There was a low speed crash as Ruby bumped into Weiss, spilling her milk all over Weiss’ jacket. Ruby was mortified, while Weiss had the look of someone who really wanted to be mad but was clearly trying to rein it in.

“Weiss, I’m so sorry, it was an accident I swear!” Ruby said quickly as she moved out of the way quick as a flash. Weiss let out an annoyed sigh, before taking a deep breath in and a slow breath out.

“You’re right, it’s an accident, I didn’t see you either,” Weiss agreed, before heading to her drawers and grabbing another jacket. “You should clean up too,” Weiss added, pointing to the wet patch down the front of Ruby’s black top.

“Aw beans, you’re right. I’m sure JNPR will let me use their bathroom to clean up.” With that, Weiss and Ruby were out of the room, and Yang had the room all to herself. More importantly, she had easy access to Weiss’ scroll. Quick as she could, she leapt from her bunk and snatched up Weiss’ scroll. The first thing she saw was a chat between her and some artist that Weiss was commissioning. It looked like the artist had just linked the picture they had finished. Clicking on that, Yang was greeted with what she assumed was porn art of some woman, surprisingly realistic art. The first thing she was drawn to was the massive pale belly that was almost as big as the rest of her nude body. After that, she saw more of the familiar subject, her long white hair, her icy blue eyes, the scar over her eye. Yang knew what this was, Weiss had art of herself inflated like a balloon, and judging by what Weiss was saying to the artist, she was really into this. Yang quickly switched to the internet browser and searched Weiss’ history. There was the standard stuff a student would search, but there were a few unique results that caught Yang’s eye that made Yang’s conclusion even clearer. A trailer for the movie the team had watched, then scenes from the movie, then porn based on the movie, finally ending with plain old inflation porn. It was clear, Weiss had an inflation fetish. Yang quickly put the scroll back how she found it and got back up onto her bed to get back to look like she was studying, while really planning how to use this information to tease Weiss. As Weiss came back in a new jacket, Yang wanted to test the waters with regards to teasing.

“So, Weiss, great job with Ruby there,” Yang commented, sounding innocent enough. Weiss turned and raised an eyebrow.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Weiss asked, sounding just shy of indignant.

“Oh, y’know, you were so calm and understanding. You from the first semester really would have blown up and popped,” Yang said while keeping an eye on Weiss. The effect of something so innocuous was immediate, as Weiss went as red as a tomato and began to shiver slightly.

“I.. just… I need a shower,” Weiss blurted out, before disappearing into the bathroom again, this time with her scroll. Yang was right, this was the perfect way to tease Weiss, and she was so incredibly easy to set off. Yang was going to figure out all sorts of fun ways to do it.

When Yang began to put Operation Weiss Teaser into full swing, she took it very seriously, taking advantage of every opportunity she had.

---

Team RWBY was out for a team lunch at a café in Vale, having a lovely, relaxing time, when a heavily pregnant woman walked in. The woman’s shirt was tight around her round belly, so tight that her outie belly button was visible. Yang leaned over to Weiss, trying not to look like she was aiming the question specifically at her.

“So, that lady that just walked in, how long d’you guys reckon until she pops?” Yang asked, making sure to pop her P’s. Yang flicked her eyes to the side and caught a brief glimpse of a glare aimed at her and Weiss’ cheeks turning red. Ruby had a look to try figure it out, while Blake just shrugged.

“I don’t know, a few weeks. When did you become a people watcher?” Blake asked, confused.

“Eh, don’t worry about it.”

---

A few days later, the team were studying together in their room, when suddenly, Yang pulled out a packet of balloons from under her pillow and started blowing them up, as if it was a totally normal thing to spontaneously do. The rest of the team could hear the sound of the balloons expanding. Weiss’ head whipped around, her eyes focused on the balloon and her body tensing up before quickly turning back.

“Yang, if you pop those…” Blake warned.

“Relax, Blake, I’m not gonna do that to ya. I just wanted to blow up a few for some practice, since Ruby’s birthday’s coming up,” Yang explained. Ruby let out a cheer and Weiss shot up from her seat.

“I’m going to study in the library,” Weiss said quickly, gathering her things and disappearing in an instant, leaving Yang with a sense of smug self-satisfaction, Blake beginning to put the pieces together and Ruby just plain confused.

---

That weekend, Team RWBY were out with Team JNPR at a pizza place celebrating an assignment well done. The two teams were chatting away when Yang dragged the conversation off to the topic of how much pizza each of them could eat.

“Psh, you guys are weak. I could totally eat 3 pizzas, no sweat,” Yang bragged, sneaking a peak at the increasingly red-faced Weiss.

“No way, you’d totally explode,” Jaune dismissed with a wave.

“Hey, if we were talking pancakes, I’d totally beat your butt,” Nora challenged, pointing a finger at Yang. “It’s why Ren doesn’t let me go to all you can eat pancake places anymore. I was so full and my gut was so big I could barely walk outta there last time. Seriously, I thought I was about to pop.” In amongst the bragging and declarations of gastronomical feats, Ren leaned over to Weiss, whose face was had gone almost fully red.

“Are you okay? Your face is very red,” he asked quietly, so the others couldn’t hear. Weiss straightened up, stiff as a board.

“I-it’s just warm in here, is all,” Weiss weakly offered. Fortunately, Ren didn’t try to push further, letting Weiss avoid the real answer. Her real answer would have included her desire to put a glyph under Yang and launch her into the stratosphere, but she knew that wasn’t something one says during dinner with friends.

---

Things carried on like this for a while, pointing out stuff to set Weiss off, sending stuff to Weiss to set her off, talking about stuff to set Weiss off. After a while, Weiss’ reactions stopped being so dramatic as she just got used to them and just saw them as something to be annoyed about. Of course, they still set Weiss off, and she was still probably one of the horniest students at Beacon Academy. To Yang, however, her reactions were so understated and, to be completely honest, boring. Yang knew that she needed something more dramatic to really get Weiss to react now, and Yang had just the plan.

One late afternoon, while Ruby and Blake were studying together and Weiss was alone in the dorm room, Yang went out to a quiet little buffet. She had swapped her normal jacket and tube top for a sleeveless flannel shirt with just her bra underneath, and it was an important part of the plan for her shirt to be buttoned up. When she entered the buffet, it was just a regular shirt that fit Yang just fine, if maybe just a touch snug around the chest. Four plates of buffet food and two hours later, it was a whole different story. Yang had stuffed herself full beyond belief and her shirt was nice and tight around her packed belly. The buttons weren’t in danger of bursting just yet, but Yang knew how to fix that. One quick trip to a hardware store later and Yang was the proud owner of a high-quality bike pump. After Yang sneakily inserted the hose inside herself, she made her way back to Beacon, slowly pumping herself up. She knew she was catching some attention, but she didn’t care as she walked through the streets, pumping herself bigger and bigger, feeling her belly groaning from the building pressure. Her buttons grew tighter and gaps were beginning to form between the buttons, letting her belly peek out, but Yang paced herself, didn’t want the finale to start before she could show Weiss.

Not long later, Yang’s belly was looking round as an overinflated ball, and feeling just as firm. Her buttons were moments from giving out. Fortunately, the one person who Yang wanted to see was just on the other side of the door. She carefully opened it and snuck in, seeing Weiss in her nightgown, laying on the bed reading. Yang sauntered up to the bed, pumping away.

“Oh Weiss!” Yang sang. Weiss looked up to respond, but Yang’s bloated belly caught her tongue as she stared and went red. “I had so much to eat tonight, I don’t think I’ve ever been so stuffed,” Yang moaned as she kept pumping. “But that wasn’t enough for me! All this air’s making me feel so tight!” With that, the buttons burst, popping off and flying towards the dumbfounded Weiss. Yang let out a sigh of relief. “Ah, much better. Man, I really feel like a blimp,” Yang added, gently rubbing her belly. “Real glad my shirt gave out finally, I reckon I was gonna pop if I went any bigger.” Weiss tried to respond, but her head was a maelstrom of emotions, mostly variations of anger and arousal. Before she could say anything, Yang was heading towards her bed. “Oh, geez, I didn’t know this took so much energy, I’m beat.” Yang carefully made her way into bed and was out like a light, leaving Weiss horny and frustrated. Weiss, wanting to waste no time, hid under her covers and buried her hand in her aching pussy. As she furiously fingered herself, she came up with a plan to get Yang back for all the teasing and flustering.

---

As the rest of the week went by, Yang was positively basking in the attention her classmates were giving her. Sure, her shirts didn’t fit right for a few days, and sure, the attention was mostly people being kinda weirded out, but Yang was all about it. She was also excited to see Weiss all flustered around her, especially the couple of times when Yang brushed past her, bumping her bloated belly into Weiss, or the time she tricked Weiss into touching her belly. What Yang didn’t know, was that this whole time Weiss had been plotting her revenge, and her plan was all ready to spring on Yang that weekend.

---

“Yang, I hope you consider accepting this peace offer,” Weiss concluded, having invited Yang out to a company dinner with her. Yang, having gone back down to her normal size, was very tempted accept. Weiss had mentioned that there was plenty of food and a bunch of people too polite to eat it all, Yang figured that this was either another perfect opportunity to tease and embarrass Weiss, or Weiss just trying to be nice and get her to stop. Yang nodded with a smile.

“Alright, I’m in. Tonight, was it?”

“Correct. I’ll take you there,” Weiss answered as Ruby was coming through the door.

“Ooh, where are you guys going?” Ruby asked excitedly. “Don’t have too much fun without your BFF.”

“Relax Ruby, it’s just one of her stuffy business things. She probably invited me so she doesn’t die of boredom,” Yang said with a dismissive wave.

---

That evening, Weiss was leading Yang into a hotel where the dinner was meant to be. Weiss was in a nice white dress and pale blue jacket, tidy but not excessively formal. Meanwhile, Yang wore slim fitting black pants and a brown sleeveless blouse that was about as tight as could be on Yang, not just around the chest, but also around a belly that Yang planned on bloating as much as possible. When the pair got up to the private dining room, they found a room all set out for about ten guests, food included, but no guests in sight.

“Hey, Weiss, are you sure it was tonight?” Yang asked, leaning down to Weiss’ ear. Weiss huffed and pulled out her scroll.

“I guess I have a call to make. Take a seat, I’ll figure this out,” Weiss said, sounding properly irritated to Yang. Yang shrugged and made her way to the table, pulling the solid looking seat at the head for herself and taking a seat. The moment she was seated, metal shackles came out of the thick arms and legs, locking around Yang’s wrists and ankles before she could even notice. Yang tugged and kicked to no avail.

“Damnit, Weiss, what the hell?!” Yang called out, her eyes a fiery red as she tried to turn to face Weiss as Weiss sauntered around in front of her.

“You should’ve known this was a trap,” Weiss said smugly.

“Not like you could catch me any other way,” Yang bit back. Yang took a breath and her eyes went back to their normal lilac, before putting on a smile. “Y’know, this seems awfully familiar. Guess your little kink wasn’t the only thing that movie gave you…” Before Yang could keep talking, Weiss grabbed some food from the table and shoved it into your mouth, covering Yang’s mouth so she couldn’t spit it out.

“With what I’ve had to put with over the last few weeks, I think it’s time for you to stop talking.” With that, Weiss kept on shovelling food into Yang’s mouth as Yang kept chewing and swallowing to keep up. Quiet muffled moans slipped from Yang’s mouth, egging Weiss on as Yang squirmed in her seat. Before the pair knew it, all the food was gone, and Yang was sporting a very full and very gravid looking belly. Yang’s top had untucked itself and all the buttons over her belly had popped open as Weiss fed her. Even Yang’s pants button had undone itself as her belly dwarfed the one Yang was sporting after her last stuffing and almost as big as it was after she inflated herself. Yang was still a little dazed when she saw a group of dust vials pop up in front of her. “I hope you have room for more, I wouldn’t want this brand new E-Dust to go to waste, with how hard it was to get it from the company,” Weiss teased.

“Hah, I can take it,” Yang said, looking more confident than she sounded. Weiss grabbed a vial, held Yang’s mouth open and poured it in. The effect took a moment to properly kick in, as Yang felt a strange immense pressure all over her body, but mainly focused in her stomach. Then, her belly began to inflate before her eyes. Up until now, this whole thing was actually kind of fun for Yang, but as her belly grew, it began to ache and groan. Weiss grabbed another dust vial and emptied it into Yang’s mouth. The pressure in Yang’s belly was incredible and more than Yang had ever felt by a long shot. Yang felt the pain of her sore stomach fuel her semblance and saw an opportunity. She flexed and pushed and broke out of her restraints like they were barely there. With a belly the size of a beach ball, Yang stood unsteadily as Weiss stared wide eyed, like a deer in headlights.

“Oh no,” Weiss whimpered, almost certain of what was going to happen next. Yang grabbed Weiss with one hand and the rest of the vials with the other. She shoved them into Weiss’ mouth and emptied the contents. Weiss felt the odd feeling Yang felt, and then she blew up like a balloon. Her belly pushed up her skirt as it grew and pushed Yang and her blimp-like belly away. The pair stumbled and fell to the ground as their bellies kept growing, their stomachs seeming to have adjusted slightly to what they were doing. Their bellies ached and felt so tight they could pop as they grew to incredible sizes, before their bellies ended up bigger than they were, pale masses that looked unnatural on their normally slim frames. Weiss delicately adjusted herself to cover herself up, now that her dress definitely couldn’t contain or cover her belly, let alone anything below it, while Yang lay back as her belly rose into the air, yet still felt so light.

“Hey, Weiss, I think we might’ve gone too far. Sorry for all the teasing and stuff,” a red-faced Yang said quietly. Weiss, equally red faced, nodded in agreement.

“As much as I may have enjoyed this, you’re right. And I also apologise, this was the wrong thing to do.” There was a quiet moment as the pair reflected on the last little while, while also coming up with the right way to say things without sounding too horny.

“So, truce? For real this time, I mean,” Yang offered.

“Agreed, if it means we can do this again some time,” Weiss added.

“Oh absolutely. I’m kinda getting the appeal to this,” Yang said in a breathy tone, before realising something. “Uh, I think we’re gonna need help getting out of here,” Yang said, trying to carefully stand up. Weiss let out a sigh.

“I didn’t think about that,” she admitted as she pulled out her scroll. “I’ll call Ruby and Blake, maybe they can help up.”

One dial later, Ruby and Blake had answered.

“Are you two okay? Your aura readings are way down,” Ruby asked loudly.

“Me and Weiss… did something kinda dumb,” Yang said sheepishly.

“I hope you two finally have whatever this is out of your system,” Blake said flatly.

“Don’t worry, we learned our lesson,” Weiss reassured, embarrassed to have to do this, “Now, can you help up get back to Beacon?” Blake let out a sigh.

“We’ll try.”

“Catch you later!”

With that, Blake and Ruby hung up, leaving the massive Yang and Weiss in the dining room.

“So… what do you think the others will think when they see us?” Yang asked, wanting to fill the silence.

---

A few hours later, Yang and Weiss were back in the dorm, having deflated to the point where they were able to fit through the door. They weren’t small by any means, still looking like they were heavily pregnant with a few overdue. As the pair sat on Weiss’ bed, they caught glimpses of Ruby and Blake sneaking glances at the pair and their bellies as they went about looking after their bloated pair.

“Reckon we could see how big they can get next time?” Yang whispered to Weiss. “Only if they want to, of course.”

“We can only hope,” Weiss said softly. Yang leant in for a gentle embrace and a soft kiss on Weiss’ bloated belly.

“Again, I’m really sorry for all the teasing and bullying,” Yang said sincerely.

“It’s okay. After all, it’s not as if you’ll do it again,” Weiss said with a knowing smile.

“It’d be kinda hypocritical, wouldn’t it,” Yang agreed. Any further plans weren’t too important right now, they had to focus on dealing with their massive bellies until they were back to normal.

[breathenbounce]

TRUE HAPPINESS

Throughout my life, I haven't made the best decisions. I went left instead of right when I should have stayed right and vice versa. I have hit when I should pass. I chose violence when things didn't go my way like a bratty little boy. I tried to bully when people made mistakes, and I couldn't take criticism to save my life. I felt like there was never a choice for me. I had to be this angry, disgruntled, young man and I was raised to believe that was the way it had to go. For years I believed that lie, felt sorry for myself when I caused all the havoc and chaos. Now I know better.

We tell ourselves stories to make ourselves feel better. Whether justifying terrible things we did to people, giving up on something we were working on, or procrastinating on something we need to take care, it's more comfortable to do so. We want to feel that feeling that we don't need to change. And beside do you know how much work we would have to do to change? Man forget that noise. However, I made the decision to get better, and it has been hard, hard work.

Every time I thought I was doing better, I was quickly slapped with the realization that I had more to learn. I had more layers of the onion I had to peel, and yes, they made me cry. I had a therapist who told me I needed to shed the asshole skin. I was nowhere near where I needed to be. And the thing was, when people challenged me on it, I would get really upset defensive and you guessed it, angry. I think I wanted the world to see what I was feeling and although many people said they saw changes; it wasn't everyone and deep down in my gut I knew there was still more layers to remove.

I would find myself on Facebook crying about my life and how unfair it was. One of the biggest lessons I have learned, and it's a stinger, is you are responsible for everything that happens to you. You make decisions, take risks, roll the dice if you will, and the outcome always is different. Sometimes favorable, sometimes not. However, I need to know I am the one who holds the keys. I drive the car as much as I can within reason. I blamed other people for their reactions to me, when in reality I pushed really hard. Yes, I have borderline, and that is something we do. However, that does not give me an excuse to be a shitbird.

One of the things I really have learned and honed in on is its always a good idea to think about how things affect other people. Then you ask yourself, would I like someone to do that to me. See I really didn't have the respect for myself that I should have. I would talk badly about myself, feel hopeless and depressed, and I took that out on people constantly. Even when I knew I was wrong and trying to grow. It really hurts to see what your experience has been, and how some people don't have the same experience you had.

Since my trip to Arizona, I have learned a lot about energy. How to attract good energy and how to do things differently. I faced many of my demons head on and did some amazing work. This summer I was forced to confront a lot of the stories I told myself finding out that many of them were bullshit. So, I had to do what any good yogi would do, I had to let that shit go man.

Once I did, things opened up. I realize I do have a say in what happens. I am practicing the art of response versus reaction. Noticing how I feel when I get triggered and remember it is I who assigns a trigger meaning. No one else. I am in full responsibility of what I say or do. I own all of it. The good, the bad, the ugly; all of it. I have finally come to terms with this.

The yin-yang is the merging of light and darkness. There is not one without the other, We can pride ourselves on that we do nothing wrong, but we are perfect. However, we are good if we continuously hold space for ourselves for self-love and forgiveness. Understanding practice makes progress, not perfection. Live life one breath, one moment at a time and feel everything and cherish it. And feel grateful for all of it.

And that my friends, is true happiness.

Love and namaste

M

[branded-perceptions]

vain err entitlement is combination of in public attention light

"being vain"🤡

(like seeing and communicating the health of anyones own surroundings as centre of propagated "happiness")

and erroneous ("err"🤥😷😇 like Gary Vee claiming to be happy about his families' health when not just his brother got health issues due consequences of unwavering psychotic insanity of vain err media)

due from reality testing🥜 (🎵I WALK A LONELY ROAD, THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN, DON'T KNOW WHERE IT GOES, BUT I'TS HOME TO ME, AND I WALK ALONE)

of causal reality (🎵MY SHADOW'S (the causality one subjectively doesn't know or neglect) THE ONLY ONE THAT WALKS BESIDE ME)

of most peoples' most basic lives detached argumentative and motivational focus that market demands and entrepreneurs just emanate

(like current shallow superficial posed brand love whose to economic symbols and social constructs tied sadomasochistic emotional insanity we need to counterbalance: 🎵MY SHALLOW HEART'S THE ONLY THING THAT'S BEATING: 🎥excess heart deaths, lack of debate Dr. John Campbell)

of locus of con-tro(l)l taking it's toll via diss-ease (🎵READ BETWEEN THE LINES)

of large parts of global economy (🎵WHAT'S FUCKED UP)

as motivational lesson for humanity to via purposeful directed collective memorisation of these scars evolve past each organisatory insanity (🎵AND EVERYTHING'S ALRIGHT)

of doing not much but systematically creating and curing otherwise non-existing suffering (🎵CHECK MY VITAL SIGNS, TO KNOW I'M STILL ALIVE)

without any collective broundaries (🎵AND I WALK ALONE)

coated in status and gold of reputation heavens' "cooperation" stair

(law?) case

🎶BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS - GREEN DAY

The reason why in legal persuasion (🎵SOMETIMES, I WISH SOMEONE OUT THERE WILL FIND ME)

not only logic but emotion are used is because th-oughts and emotions cannot be seperated, emotions are what direct (order: 🎵TIL THEN, I WALK ALONE)

the otherwise meaningless (🎵I WALK THIS EMPTY STREET)

directionless chaotic linguistic and mind symbols' moonshine of by psychological ID motivations chased social incentive streams (🎵ON THE BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS)

whose effects on society (🎵WHERE THE CITY SLEEPS🌛🛐🐑💤🐑)

are via legal persuasion continuously supposed to be dialectically discussed regarding their "SOUNDNESS"

[music conveys interplay of thoughts (mind symbols) and emotions (motivational direction, purpose)]

of social mind🌛 constructs to be reordered, broken up and recalibrated (🎵AND I'M THE ONLY ONE, AND I WALK A-)

upon causalities (🎵MY SHADOW'S THE ONLY ONE THAT WALKS BESIDE ME)

relation🌞 to all our most simple basic life needs' LIFE FORCE

which defines the parameters (AUTHENTICITY) that give meaning to our mental and socio-psychologically via AUTHORITY emanated metaphorical moonshine🌛 that reflects that metaphorical sun🌞 light

[🔍medieval European analogy of moon and sun and power regarding "spiritual" (meaning metacognition) and secular powers are metaphor drug-like entrainment of social motivations' morality which the most "highest"🎈 judicative, executive and legislative ranks of most cultures around the globe know, relate to and "rank" via such like here described metaphors to communicate and discuss such globally interplaying group-dynamics in the global order context that currently is on the verge of needing to be restructured via a new world order regarding the here discussed systematic issues of waning vainness of our social minds🌛]

via our social constructs🌛 (🎵I'M WALKING DOWN THE LINE, THAT DIVIDES ME SOMEWHERE IN MY MIND) which all are nothing but shared dreams (if they serve advancing our life force) and shared fantasies (if they exploit our life force)

that periodically cyclically

(metaphorical socio-psychological "nights" and "days" flowing onto each other like Yin and Yang depending on the topic you analyse)

within group-dynamics'🏟👏👏👏

hooked societies subjective relativism (🎵ON THE BORDERLINE)

of from care for life force detached VAINNESS periodically WANES like moon phases (🎵OFF THE EDGE, AND WHERE I WALK ALONE)

representing mimetic fare of motivational intuition that structures🧭❤️🧭 all social constructs' circus "fair"

[double-entendre of "fair": "just"(ice system) or 🔍"what is the difference between circus🤡 and a fair"?]

root needing perceptional reboot "morning"🌅:

Yeah, dude, unregulated psychological ID flute, playing a symbolic converted melody of felony, don't you "see"?

[sofanrebel]

Multimedia Journal #1 - Art 150

Master of None is a series created by comedian Aziz Ansari. It is a Netflix series that centers around the main character, Dev Shah. The series is ultimately an exploration of Dev's life, in which his life's dreams, experiences, and relationships are explored. The cast of characters is a group of people from highly diverse backgrounds. These range from his best friend Denise, a black lesbian novelist, to his friend Brian, who is of Taiwanese descent. Dev is the child of Indian immigrants, and this fact culminates in many of the show's episodes.

An example of this can be seen in the intro of the episode Parents which centered around Dev and Brian's unappreciation for their parents. For example, when Brian's father asks to get a package of rice from the store, he refuses as he has to go see a film with Dev at the theater. With Brian’s refusal, his father then reflects on all the moments in his life that led up to this moment. He reflects on his struggles in reaching the US, with him facing casual racism by being refused to be seated at a half empty restaurant by a white waitress. It all culminates with the success of his own restaurant and the birth of Brian, in which he and his wife are shown to be proud and happy of where they have come to.

(Section is from 5:40 - 8:21)

In this moment, we can see the struggles that immigrants from East Asian countries had and have continued to face. The United States has always had a contentious history with Asian immigrants, with pieces of legislation such as the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882 and National Origins Act of 1924 barring immigrants from East Asia. Despite being a part of the American fabric, East Asians were still systematically oppressed, with the largest example being the mass internment of Japanese Americans during World War II. Under the order of President Roosevelt, thousands of Americans were forced into internment camps where they were constantly surveilled just for being of Japanese origin. We discussed this topic in Reading Analysis #8, in which the photography of Toyo Miyatake was looked at. Miyatake, who was interned at the Manzanar camp from 1942-1945, captured scenes at the camp. A European-American staff member constantly observed him while he was taking photos, activating the camera shutter before each photo was taken. The results of his images are of smiling children and happy adults. 

These images are borderline propaganda. They paint the United States in a positive light, with these depictions being of content interred individuals. They do not cover the real story, the loss of Japanese identity, the loss of property, the loss of entire livelihoods. 

Media is a powerful tool that is used by stakeholders to convey a message, a photo is the most compelling representation of a story, anyone can consume it. An individual does not need to know how to read or write to view a photograph, all they need is working eyes. These photographs have the power to be the first images that individuals think of when they learn about these camps, they do not cover families returning to their homes and finding white people living in them. They do not cover the veracity. 

It is important that shows such as Master of None cover these experiences. Alan Yang, the cofounder of the show, actually included his own parents' experiences of emigrating from Taiwan in this episode’s story. This show generates this conversation in this episode by covering the true experience of immigrants, with the frankest depiction of being an East Asian immigrant in the United States. 

Works Cited

Ansari, Aziz & Yang, Alan (Writer), & Ansari, A (Director). (2015, November 6). Parents (Season 1, Episode 2) [TV Series Episode]. In A. Ansari, E. Warnheim, N. Wells, L. Waithe, K. Yu, A. Mastronadi, N. Ackle (Executive Producer). Master of None. Alan Yang Pictures, Oh Brudder Productions, Fremulon, 3 Arts Entertainment, Universal Television. Production Companies. 

Fusco, C., & Wallis, B. (2003). Only skin deep: changing visions of the American self. New York, International Center of Photography in association with Harry N. Abrams, Inc., Publishers.

[bellesowl]

tell me you love me

- multiple characters

⤷ sakusa, atsumu, ushijima, kuroo

genre: fluff ; established relationships

synopsis: haikyuu boys and their love languages

word count: 1.5k total <3

warnings: very very small mention of bullies and season 4 spoilers in atsumu’s, i curse a lil

- a/n: one last fluff hc before february ends! i just wanted to do something short & sweet but then it evolved into this as always atsumu’s is too long. oh and ai (@/ luvnami) has a post very similar to tsumu’s so make sure to check it out too! kuroo’s is a sort of prequel to this post too. finally, are we surprised at my choice of characters to write at this point?

- sakusa kiyoomi

his love language is physical touch

PHEWW i know y’all weren’t expecting this

but let me explain myself

i abhor the fact that people think sakusa would detest touching his partner & that he wouldn’t act completely touch starved

so obviously, even getting him to talk to you was a whole quest and a half in and of itself but once he gets comfortable around you?

especially enough that he willingly spends time with you as your boyfriend?

you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be completely cuddled up to you 24/7

“kiyooo” you sigh, “baby, you have practice right?”

he shakes his head, trying to trick you into spending more time with him, but by now you have his practice schedule memorized.

“c’mon, c’mon, up we go” you gently shove him off you and he pouts, “as much as i would love to stay like this forever, we both know you can’t be late to practice- especially with nationals right around the corner.” you grab his hand and lead him towards the gym.

“well maybe if you became a manager like i suggested, i would be more inclined to go to practice because i wouldn’t have to choose between my favorite things- you and volleyball.” he says with a pointed look in your direction.

you both stop in front of the gym and turn to face each other. “maybe if you do well enough at nationals, you might come back next year with a new manager, huh?” you unhook his mask and give him a slight peck. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay babe?”

he pulls you in for a slightly longer kiss, “i was thinking more like tonight after practice, okay my love?”

you nod and shove him into the gym, where the smile on his face fades back into his signature scowl. you laugh slightly, he never will change, will he?

- miya atsumu

his love language is words of affirmation

i think this one was pretty obvious, but along with this is definitely physical touch

i mean we all know that tsumu is known for being clingy as hell but it’s cute so it’s fine

but words of affirmation- like we saw in s4, he was constantly left out, tbh borderline bullied by the other kids

sure, he always acted like it didn’t matter but that hurts, especially in middle school.

so having someone tell him they love him, that he’s great & all (at something other than volleyball), and that he’s enough? he’ll follow you to the moon and back.

as karasuno’s cheering section continues to roar with delight and the crows are on the brink of tears on the court, you can’t seem to take your eyes off a certain setter. you watch as he stands there, almost in denial. come on tsumu, you’re fine love, you think, silently cheering him on. you watch as he says something to the karasuno duo, and you smile slightly when he begins to argue with his brother.

as they line up, you stay a moment to make sure the goddamn cheering squad doesn’t say anything rude to the team who just poured their hearts out on that court. satisfied with their applause, you make your way down to the court. you wait for them to finish their team meeting before approaching your boyfriend.

“tsumu!” you yell, hoping to grab his attention. his head whips toward you and his smile widens.

“baby!!! you came!” he runs up to you with a grin but you realize his eyes aren’t lighting up the way they usually do.

“of course i did,” you scoff, “you think i’d miss this?” you grab his arm and drag him over to kita. “kita-san, i hope you don’t mind me stealing atsumu for the rest of the day?” he shakes his head and waves you off. your eyes lock for a single moment, but you receive the message loud and clear. take care of him, will you? you nod slightly before dragging your boyfriend out of the stadium.

the drive to your hotel was silent, the music keeping it from becoming awkward. the walk to your hotel room was slightly worse. you finally enter and force him to sit on the bed.

“babe, i- what?” he asks, confused and slightly flustered.

“nothing like that you idiot.” you slap him lightly on the head. “just wanna talk ‘s all.”

he avoids your gaze but you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “hey” you smile, “how do you feel, my love?”

by this point, he looks to be on the verge of tears. you pull him into your chest and he finally breaks down.

“you deserve so much better than a loser like me, doll. much much better than someone who practices all day and all night and still couldn’t manage to bring his team past their first day- a complete and utter failure.” he sobs lightly. you shush him and run your hands through his hair.

“ ‘mu, you know you’re so much more than that, right?” you ask softly. he opens his mouth to interrupt but you continue, “you have a natural talent for this sport, and a drive and ambition unlike anyone i know. you’re the absolute best boyfriend, and a good brother. you’ve learned to care for your teammates, and they’ve learned to love you for you, not just your skills. you’ve grown so much as a person that no one can call you a failure- ever. and if they do, send them to me.” you crack your knuckles and finish with a wink.

he chuckled lightly and pulls away from you. “i love ya, you know? i really don’t know what i did to be able to get a partner as perfect as you.” he ends with a kiss.

- ushijima wakatoshi

his love language is gifts

okay his is specifically giving gifts

not even extravagant gifts, just small knickknacks he sees that reminds him of u

he knows he isn’t the best with his words, so he tries to make up for it with these trinkets

you enter the gym and your eyes immediately lock on your boyfriend. you see tendou nudge him and point over in your direction, and you smile at the way his eyes soften. you walk over to the bench and give him a small kiss.

“hey toshi” you say with a smile, “i hope you don’t mind me coming over to watch you.”

“of course not, my love. your presence is a very welcome distraction” he answers, his eyes lighting up as he remembered something, “actually, it is very convenient timing.”

he pulls something out of his bag and hands it to you. he watches the way your eyes light up at the keychain and explains, “i remembered that you wanted something for us to match,” he pulls out a matching keychain, the lighter side of the yin and yang symbol, “so i got us this. i assumed you would want the darker side? unless i assumed wrong and you wish to switch?”

you kiss him once more, “it’s perfect, tosh, thank you.” you reply with a bright smile, the joy in your eyes evident. you kiss him a final time before gently nudging him back to the court, “i’ll be here, miracle boy.” you say, amusement and love shining in your eyes.

as wakatoshi walks back toward his best friend, he realizes that he’d do anything to make sure you look at him like that for the rest of your lives.

- kuroo tetsurou

his love language is quality time

okay so i hc kuroo as someone who wants to be with you 24/7

like while doing hw he would be facetiming you, walks you to classes, wants you to watch practice & brings you home after, etc.

he does this because it makes him feel like he’s knowing everything there is to know about you. he wants to understand each and every side to you cause he knows it will only make him love you more.

“babyyy” kuroo whined, “are you done yet?”

you sighed and answered, “like the last 5 times you asked, no. if you want to go to the party that bad, then you can go ahead. i’ll try to catch up.”

he scoffed, “and have to suffer without you? no thanks.”

“they’re your friends.” you deadpanned, irritation evident in your eyes.

“okay, but you’re much more interesting- easier on the eyes too.” he winked, “and besides, i’m going to have to stare at their ugly faces for a week.”

“and you’ll miss me” you chimed in.

he nodded, “and i’ll miss you. which is why you should just come with me to the training camp. just, i don’t know, pretend to be a manager? please?” he pleaded.

“you’ll be fine without me for a week, you idiot.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“it will be a week of hell.” he stated, “which is why i want to spend as much time as i can with you before i have to leave. and if that means sitting here while you do your homework, then so be it.”

[straykats]

[ hbd / yang jeongin ]

jeongin birthday but borderline angst? also yall i genuinely didnt know what to title this okay im sorry

"next please!"

it’s unexpected, as most things in life go.

looking at him from the other side of the counter, you feel your words catch in your throat. "hi, how are you today?" turns into "i can’t believe you’re here." "what can i get you?" turns into "there’s so much i want to talk to you about."

jeongin hasn’t seen you yet, though. he’s still looking down at his phone, only starting to take the step up to the counter. his fingers are typing away, and even with his head down, you can see the smile on his face. who is it that he’s talking to? a friend? a partner? maybe his mum?

it wasn’t your place to ask anymore.

you clear your throat, looking down quickly and getting ready to type down his order. maybe if this all happened quick enough, there wouldn’t be a need for awkward conversation.

“hey, what can i get you?”

“hi, could i just get a- y/n? is that you?”

ah, darn.

stretching a smile across your face, you look up at his all too familiar one. his smile, as wide and genuine as the last time you’d seen it. his eyes, bright with such childlike joy it was hard to believe he was an adult.

“jeongin? i haven't seen you in so long!”

he pockets his phone, eyes taking you in. if not for the counter between you, would you hug one another? a tight one? a quick one? one arm or both? how are you supposed to greet someone you once knew like the back of your hand?

it wasn’t that you guys had ended things on bad terms. it had just... happened, the way that friendships do. steady as a stream until suddenly there’s no water left.

you had gone from seeing each other every day, and then graduation meant messaging each other every day, and then every day became every second day, every other day, at least once a week. a month. every few months. happy birthday. merry christmas. happy new year. and then it was just... silent.

and you should have seen it coming, the way that nearing the end of the book was obvious when you could feel your left hand hand holding more than your right. there was so much gone and past, so little left to read.

“yeah, how are you? we should catch up soon,” he says, and he’s not lying, you know that. it was just courtesy to say that. empty words everyone had adopted.

“definitely.” you weren’t sure if he could tell that you were just returning the gesture. “what can i get for you?”

he places his order - it’s no longer what it had been when you’d known him; wasn’t even something you could predict he’d ever get - and then he pays.

“well, i don’t need to give a name for that order, right?”

a laugh escapes you - unexpected, once again. “don’t worry, i didn’t forget your name. just wait to the side, thanks. your order will be called soon.”

he shoots you a thumbs up, lingering by the counter as if waiting for something. “it- it's really good to see you again, y/n. it’s been too long.”

you nod. “i’ll catch you some other time, okay?”

and then he turns, and you face the next customer.

hi, how are you, what can i get for you today. thank you, your order will be ready soon.

the words are a script, your mind on autopilot as you take order after order.

funny, seeing jeongin today. you had just thought about him last night before falling asleep - for whatever reason he had popped into your mind, you couldn’t quite recall right now.

“order for jeongin!” calls out minho’s voice, and your attention is drawn briefly to your left, where your coworker hands the cup over to your childhood friend. “have a nice day!”

jeongin takes his cup, glances over at you once more. he waves with his free hand, lips stretched across his face before he turns his back to you.

ah, it’s jeongin’s birthday, you remember belatedly. but it’s too late; he’s already out the door, and the next customer was already giving you their order.