#which. again. he definitely has a problem

[pikasigh]

MY HERO BOYS and the ways they subtly get your attention when you're distracted..

a/n : hiiiii, i like doing these little headcannon bits. please let me know if you would like some for the ladies, villains, or pros, too!

proofread?: no time to! sorry for errors (˶˃⤙˂˶)

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Ი︵𐑼IZUKU MIDORIYA

the two of you are visiting his mother. you, ofcourse, had always loved her. shes always loved you, remembering the nights her son would come home and accidentally babble about you. the two of you got along very well. which, izuku loved. but during times like this, he hated it. he hated how deeply you were engaged in conversation with his mother. he didn’t get like this often but when he did it was almost unbearable.

- his hand over the back of the couch behind you. his fingers digging into the cushions. its not that he’s upset, he just needs you.

- big yearner. he looks over at you with this subtle pout. his round eyes all desperate and needy for you — god it was so precious.

- when he gets a little more impatient, his hand slides to play with your hair, looking at you and only you.

- “baby, can we please go up to my room?”

Ი︵𐑼KATSUKI BAKUGOU

shopping. he hated shopping. he was being so sour and huffy the whole time, it was pissing you off just a little. your gaze focuses on two particular tops you wanted. you just couldn’t decide which one was cuter. your brain wasn’t helping. suddenly making up about a thousand things wrong with each of the tops, making your decision that much harder. he didn’t like that you werent talking to him as frequently as before, even despite his loud sighs and deliberate comments. he hated how much he needed your attention.

- groaning. loudly. you’d think he was dying. he’ll just roll his eyes, groaning and turning away from you. he’s just so stubborn.

- grabbing things you’re holding or looking at. in this scenario, he snatches the tops. he doesn’t care if it makes you mad. the important thing is that your pretty eyes are on him. only him.

- when you won’t look at him even then, he subtly rubs his pinky on your wrist or thigh. poking you just a little, looking away with a frown as you look up at him confused. he pulls away when you look at him and does it again when you look away.

- “just get them both. can we leave now?”

Ი︵𐑼SHOTO TODOROKI

he has no problem with pda, but he hates doing it in class. he’d rather not be distracted when he’s trying to better his future. it’s not that he’s being harsh, he’s just determined. (in a so cool, nonchalant kinda way. definitely). deep into your relationship, you started to adapt, developing that trait aswell. he did not like that. he had his days where he would find you during lunch break or training hours, but today you were just so focused.

- he doesn’t like to demand. he’s actually quite shy to ask you for things. he rests a hand on your thigh, flipping it over and offering his open palm. thats all. 

- he just looks at your pretty face. gosh, you were just breathtaking. he looks as if hoping to silently get your attention.

- he leans over on your desk just a little more than usual. his elbow knocks yours as you write. he knows that it makes you a little irritated, which gives him exactly what he wants. your acknowledgement! he’s so cute and subtle about it, too. when you point it out he just acts like he has no clue.

- “mm..you done yet?”

Ი︵𐑼EJIROU KIRISHIMA

you’re chilling with him and a few of the girls. you guys are off, chatting about maybe a concert the group of you wanted to attend. at first, he was just scrolling on his phone (maybe or maybe not looking up the show tickets to surprise you). but soon enough, he misses you. even if you’re right there in his arms. he likes letting you be your own person. he doesn’t mind sitting back and watching the love of his life explore their interests. but gosh, he needs you.

- he pulls away from holding you, faking a yawn and leaning back to stretch. why? because he knows you’ll look. he knows you watch for his shirt to ride up. maybe he’ll even flex his arms a little for you.

- he’ll show you random posts he sees. even if it literally has no relation to you or him and you. its most likely the fact that he’s just looking for a subtle excuse to talk to you. bro will literally show you like an ig post of two new energy drink flavors and be like “babe, look, it’s us.”

- plays with your jewelry. his hands find your necklace, toying with the pendant. he also uses it as an excuse to get a whiff of your perfume or just to cuddle up to you. he’ll spin the rings on your fingers or snap the bracelets on your wrists playfully.

- “im sleepy. you tired? i know i am.”

Ი︵𐑼DENKI KAMINARI

you both are laying in bed, you’re on your phone and he was originally playing a video game. but of course, he misses you (because you're a baddie). he crawls over, the bed dipping with his weight. you’re all cozy, wrapped up in his hoodie and your cute little shorts. your headphones are in, and you’re watching some kind of asmr video to help you wind down.

- he tries to take your distraction away. for this example, he tries to legit take your headphones out of your ears. he laughs when you grumble at him. “denki! let me relax!” you turn over.

- he’ll text you. knowing you’re on your phone, he’ll spam you. your phone buzzes and buzzes with his messages. “babe, look at me” “babe, cuddle me” “y/nnnn!!!!!” and eventually just thousands of “.”.

- throws pillows or blankets at you. when none of the previous methods work, he chucks a soft squishmallow at your head. it makes him laugh and he knows you think its funny, too. he’ll also throw the covers over your head and rip. (sorry not sorry).

- “well, thats what happens when you neglect me” with a dramatic shrug.

Ი︵𐑼TENYA IIDA

you’re both winding down in his dorm. you’ve made your own little space where your bad resides when you’re not there. as he sits in bed, waiting for you, you’re looking into your little travel mirror, preparing your skin for sleep. you’re so deeply focused and it makes him desire you unhealthily. he sighs to himself.

- he walks over and sits beside you, grabbing a product you had just set down. he reads over the ingredients list and asks you about each of them, as if you’d know. he just wants to hear you talk.

- he slides his hand on your thigh, rubbing loving circles on you as he watches you do your little routine. you giggle and tell him not to watch you, but he insists you’re gorgeous regardless.

- if all else fails, he just openly admits that he’s sick of you not paying attention to him. he doesn’t beat around the bush much, he just wants his love.

- “can i hold you now? you have had a while to do this…”

[mrsugden-dinglefirst]

John’s hero complex with Aaron

I feel there is going to be a development in Aaron and John’s relationship in terms of how he treats Aaron and why Aaron seems to be acting ‘out of character’.

John has a hero complex, there is no way the show is going to tell that story and not show how it affects a relationship. Someone with a hero complex may overextend themselves to help their partner and instead of creating an equal partnership, they create a parent-child dynamic. This can lead to the “hero” feeling unappreciated, burnt out, and resentful, while the partner may feel infantilized or suffocated, we’ve seen Aaron being driven to guilt because John gets insecure and often blames Aaron for it.

The hero/savior dynamic can create a power imbalance where one partner takes on a parental role, which is not conducive to a healthy romantic relationship. John seems to do that a lot with Aaron, telling him to ‘go home’ or to ‘shut up’ or telling him to ‘calm down’, it’s John taking control and giving Aaron orders and Aaron accepts it. This plays a part in control, and we’ve heard John say that he loves control, needing to feel in control.

The “hero” might feel responsible for solving their partner's problems or making them happy, which can lead to them neglecting their own needs and well-being. We know that John immedietly took control of the situation with Anthony right after Aaron told him about it as he thought he was helping/saving Aaron. He also feels like he can and is making Aaron happy by being with him.

A hero complex can stem from underlying trust issues, leading to difficulty trusting others' abilities or intentions. This shows with John’s obsession with Robert and trust issues he feels between Aaron and Robert and Aaron constantly having to reassure him. They also make their partner feel they have to be dependant on them. This is made known all those times where John has said “Aaron knows he’s always got me” “I make him happy” etc. This also counts for the “hero” needing to feel need/wanted by their partner. This is a big dynamic with John and Aaron.

If I’m correct, John feels like Aaron ‘owes’ him. For helping him hide Anthony’s body and for saving Aaron’s life that one time. But we’ve actively seen that possessiveness when John tells Aaron that he’s ‘never letting him go’, he also told Robert that he knows every inch of Aaron ‘what he enjoys, thinks, feels, who he likes and who he dislikes’ which Robert called creepy, because…it is.

I think overtime Aaron has grown to learn to stay quiet to keep John calm and not so angry. The first time we ever saw John lose it with Aaron was outside the pub when they were arguing over a car because of Anthony and John made Aaron jump when he shouted at him to shut up and proceeded to tell Aaron to ‘get a grip’ which can come across as belittling or dismissive. Something else people with a saviour complex sometimes tends to do, that’s an example of narcissistic abuse. Aaron sits quietly and acts like he just agrees with John to keep him happy. The difference in example is when in November 2024, Aaron defended Robert when John badmouthed him, this was before the Anthony stuff started. In tonights episode he stays quiet when John does it again. When John told Aaron to ‘go home’ when Aaron mentions Robert in the shop, Aaron just does it. No arguement, no pushback, he just says ‘okay, fine, alright’ and leaves (it reminded me of a teenager being told off). When Aaron felt amused by Robert being back yesterday, he looked to see if John was looking and immediatly changed his expression like he’s scared to know how he’ll react if he had caught him smiling at Robert. Aaron tiptoes over John’s feelings quite a lot which his over reassurences and excuses to keep John feeling happy and satisfied.

John knowing where Anthony’s body is definitely gives him control over Aaron and I believe he has used that before in the past.

It’s worth the reminded that John HAS in fact harmed a partner in the past and he claimed that he loved his partner more than (Aiden) ever did. Which may play out similar with Aaron loving Robert.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Zepysgirl behind the cut; “the wet nurse omegaverse”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

Bruce debates the best way to subtly interrogate the kid about nursing from Carl without making Clark feel like hell about it. The options are . . . not particularly plausible, put it that way. Especially given it’s already a miracle Clark hasn’t started hissing at the stray omega who smells like milk and nursing pheromones and his pups’ utter adoration and, despite being absolutely terrible at actually talking to her, has been making eyes at his mate on top of all of that. 

Even Superman can only have so much self-restraint.

Even Clark Kent can only have so much self-restraint. 

Bruce does want a better idea of how much the kid’s milk actually appeals to Kryptonian pups though, because if there’s any chance whatsoever of Lor still not actually getting enough nutrients right now, he’d really like to be forewarned. Just–very much so he would like to be forewarned about anything like that, yes. 

“I’m gonna go see if Alfred needs anything,” Tim mutters, folding his arms with a sullen expression again for . . . some reason, Bruce assumes. He’s just genuinely too exhausted to spare the processing power to figure out if Tim’s actually coming down with something or just being a teenager, so just makes a note to keep him in the manor tonight. He'll tell him he needs him to make sure things go alright with Carl settling in. Hell, that's not even a lie.

“Sure thing, sport,” Bruce says, because Alfred very obviously does not need anything and would in fact take being asked if he needed anything as a personal affront, so presumably Tim actually has something more nightlife-related to take care of right now. Or Young Justice-related; that’s an option as well, obviously. Warning his team about the extended presence of a not-in-the-know civilian in the manor in the way least likely to result in Impulse running over for more details in front of said not-in-the-know civilian would very much be a thing that Tim would see a need to leave the room for, and also might decide to prioritize now that there are adults available again and he doesn’t have to be concerned by leaving the pups alone with Carl–or Carl alone with Damian. 

Tim gives him a sullen look over the “sport”, which he has literally never once done before–usually he’s trying not to laugh when “Brucie” calls him that, in fact–and then jams his hands into his pockets and sulks his way into the kitchen. Bruce . . . definitely needs to recruit Dick to talk to him, yes. Even if he did have any faith in his own personal ability to find out what’s bothering someone who’s in a bad mood for undetermined reasons without aggravating said mood, with the current situation still technically ongoing, he doesn’t have the time. 

Well, not for the “wouldn’t aggravate said mood” approach, at least. 

“. . . you’re seriously that Lois Lane, though?” Carl asks, briefly glancing at Lois’s face one last time before looking back down to check on Lor, who perks up immediately at the attention and squirms around to kneel in his lap. Bruce is almost surprised it took him that long, considering. Maybe that’s those screamingly obvious alpha issues, though. 

Though Carl, again, didn’t react to him like he did to Lois, so maybe they're more specifically female alpha issues. 

Or, alternately, they’re especially strong male alpha issues. 

There are just very clearly issues there either way, though.

Bruce is too damn tired to be trying to build a psychological profile of a possibly-trafficked, possibly-underage wet nurse with an unexplained lack of pups in his life, but it is just very, very difficult to turn off Batman. Even when he is this damn tired it’s difficult. Possibly more difficult, actually, but that’s really not something he has time to deal with about himself this decade, so it’s just a problem he can handle in his fifties, he figures. 

Sixties, maybe. 

“Since the day after I was born, kid,” Lois replies with another wry little quirk of her mouth. 

“The day after?” Carl looks up at her just long enough to wrinkle his nose. Lois does not in any way clarify, just shrugs lightly and leans down to lightly scruff a touch of her sire-scent onto Lor too. Carl blinks–blinks visibly enough Bruce can tell past the opaque lenses of his glasses, in fact–and looks a little . . . 

Possibly Carl is not actually used to being around sire-scent, Bruce realizes. Or at least not this up close and personal, anyway, especially not with the sire scenting their pup while they’re in his lap. 

Well, that’s sure to help with the alpha issues, he reflects resignedly. 

Lor makes a grumpy little sound that sounds like a cross between a chirp and a whine and burrows into Carl’s chest, clinging determinedly to him, and then bites down hard on his collarbone. Bruce cannot imagine that being remotely comfortable no matter how many feral-bond-derived nursing hormones Carl has in his system right now, but Carl just watches Lor keep stubbornly gnawing on him with an outright soppy expression on his face and mutters, “Fuck, you are so cute, what the hell.” 

“Jejuuuuu,” Lor whines grumpily as his hands make fat little fists against Carl’s chest, the word muffled by his mouthful of collarbone but still clearly recognizable. Lois very briefly quirks an eyebrow at hearing it; Carl just wraps Lor up completely in his arms and appears to forget about her existence entirely in favor of nuzzling his hair. Lor immediately perks up again and shoves aggressively into Carl’s face in clear pursuit of being scented by him, essentially headbutting him more than anything else. The THWACK is very audible, and very loud. Lois winces sympathetically, and Carl looks besotted and doubles-down on nuzzling Lor even more thoroughly as he squeezes his arms tighter around him. 

He probably isn’t making a conscious effort to scent Lor–almost definitely, given his pheromones are, while not even remotely restrained, just adoring and affectionate and not directed into anything. Just–very bluntly and unabashedly honest, in his pheromones. 

Or capable of pheromone control developed to such a degree as to make Ra’s al Ghul look like a beginner, but Bruce is going to assume “honest”, for obvious reasons. 

[wheneverfeasible]

So this is something I’ve been think about for a while and it’s just been sitting unfinished in my drafts but…

What if, after the events of season one, Barb’s disappearance was considered much more suspicious by the townsfolk? After all, she was last seen at the Harringtons’ and that’s where her car was found still. The Harrington name was a popular one, and Mrs. Harrington was well loved in town. But still…it’s an open secret what their son gets up to when they go away.

Barb was last seen in the company of Steve Harrington, and though the cops haven’t indicted the boy with anything, rumors are a nasty thing. Pretty soon, whispers about the youngest Harrington start passing through town. Maybe it starts in the school, maybe it starts by nosy neighbors. In any case, people start giving Steve the side eye.

Maybe people start treating him differently. Some with disgust, some with fear. Maybe Tommy and Carol start distancing themselves from him long before Billy shows up because they don’t want to be dragged down with him. Maybe by the end of his junior year, Steve has been ostracized by his classmates.

And he tries, right? At least at first. He tries to pretend everything is normal, that the rumors and reactions of others don’t upset him. But maybe even Nancy is having a problem with it all. All the reminders of Barb, Steve just trying to ignore everything, and everyone asking her why she’s still with her best friend’s killer.

And maybe part of her does blame him, just as she blames herself, and his not trying to prove he’s innocent is just too much for her. Maybe she doesn’t fully break up with him yet, but she’s definitely pulling away, unable to deal with the painful memories. Or maybe she does break up with him, which only sparks the rumors about him more. Steve, hurt and depressed even though he tried to pretend otherwise, falls even deeper.

By senior year, he’s an outcast. The town treats him like a killer, he has no friends, and his parents would rather take an extended vacation than deal with the issues in the town. After all, everyone is on their side and sympathizing with them, so it’s not like their name is being tarnished. So Steve is all alone. An outcast. A loner. A loser. A freak.

Maybe Steve is fully in depression mode, maybe he’s grown a little prickly and jaded. First day of school, maybe someone spray paints his locker, or his car. He’s had to drop out of all sports, his already mediocre grades plummeting further.

Nancy isn’t cruel. She and Jonathan try to do damage control, try to help, try to explain that Steve is innocent, but it also just makes Nancy want to get to the bottom of it all more. She gets distracted by that, like a bloodhound with a scent, and Steve is just trying to survive his last year of high school.

Except Barb wasn’t the best friend of just Nancy.

Robin Buckley doesn’t trust Steve. She’s been devouring all sorts of true crime articles, knowing that Ted Bundy hadn’t been suspicious either, was considered attractive by many too (she didn’t get it, even without being a lesbian), so she could see how easily Steve could do what they said he did.

So maybe she starts observing Steve, following Steve. Sure, she and Barb had gone different ways, but she still loved her former friend. If she could catch her murderer before he strikes again…

And then there’s Eddie. Eddie who has been watching and listening since he returned for his second senior year. He gloated at the downfall of Hawkins Golden Child at first, but even he could admit things didn’t add up. And…well, what was he supposed to do? He was Freak King after all.

Maybe it (quietly) gets out that Eddie has started selling drugs. Maybe Steve goes for some weed, something to take the edge off. Maybe Eddie is a little worried, but he agrees to meet with him. Maybe they get to talking. Maybe Eddie offers some advice, from one freak to another. Maybe Steve isn’t as bad as he always assumed he would be.

Maybe Steve starts sitting with Eddie and the Hellfire boys at lunch. The town always hated him, so why not? Not like he had popularity to lose, his reputation already in shambles. It would be nice not to have to hide in his car during lunch.

Billy is still an ass when he comes to town.

He heard about Steve, the once Top Dog at Hawkins High, and immediately does what everyone does to establish rank: squares up. Except Steve isn’t alone anymore. This time, Steve has someone in his corner who won’t back down when one of his little sheepies needs help.

And maybe Steve repays the favor by acting as Eddie’s guard dog during his deals, a tight smirk behind dark sunglasses as hands grip a bat with nails in it.

Nancy isn’t entirely enthused with Steve leaning into the rumors of being dangerous, of hanging out with a known drug dealer, and maybe they have a row about it. Maybe Steve accuses Nancy of never having actually loved him, pointed out how quickly she moved on to Jonathan, and that Eddie was the one who stuck by his side and not her.

And of course afterwards he feels back, even though he probably shouldn’t. But he still wants to apologize. So he still goes to Nancy’s to do so, and Dustin still grabs him for help with D’Artagnan, and things continue much the same there…except.

Except Robin still doesn’t trust Steve. Still finds something suspicious. Still been following Steve secretly. And him hanging out with a bunch of kids? Definitely suspicious.

Of course, things start making a little more sense when she follows them on her bike to the junkyard and is almost eaten by a weird dog-like creature with a flesh flower full of teeth for a head. The only thing that saves her?

Steve Harrington and his nail bat.

Things continue on pretty much the same after that. Except Robin is there with Steve and the kids when Billy shows up and she tries to help Steve but gets backhanded and called a dyke by Billy, and Steve goes down and then Billy too. Max still drives to the tunnels and all that.

But after, Robin’s eyes are wet and she asks Steve, flinching slightly when his grip on the nail bat tightens, what about if Billy was right about her. Steve looks at this girl who was drawn into hell because of remembered love and loyalty for a childhood friend and knows that it doesn’t matter if she likes boobies or not, what matters is if she’s okay.

They’re inseparable after that. And maybe Steve starts questioning things about himself too, about why he likes hanging out with Eddie so much, but now’s not the time to bring it up.

Eddie definitely gets drawn in early too, of course, but I’m thinking not until S3. After the truth of the lab being linked to Barb’s death, public opinion of Steve gets slightly better. But only slightly, because he’s already crafted a new reputation for himself, and some people don’t fully accept that he wasn’t to blame at least in part.

So people stop accusing him of being a murderer, but they don’t entirely trust him.

His mom pulls some strings though and he and Robin still work at Scoops, except they’re already besties by this point. And maybe Eddie (and maybe occasionally the rest of Hellfire) come hang around a bunch too.

And maybe, after the Russian torture,the bathroom confession isn’t about Robin’s love life, but about Steve’s.

And Eddie isn’t there with the Russians but he gets dragged in because he and Steve and Robin had plans to meet up after their shift and they never arrived. So he goes to the mall to see what’s up.

Maybe he overhears Steve confessing. Maybe he only heard part of it (maybe just the end part where Steve talks about how Jonathan had been part of his bi awakening and thinks Steve has a crush on Jonathan instead) but he’s there now and now it’s his turn for a crash course in Upside Down 101 while running from Russians and having cars thrown telepathically around.

Does any of this change Billy’s fate? Probably not. I think Billy’s death, and the mall fire in general, might be enough to stir up old rumors about Steve again. Not quite to the same extent, but people are wary of what they’re being told.

And then, idk, S4 happens and besides Robin pining over Vickie, Steve is also pining over Eddie, and they’re both useless about their crushes.

But then Chrissy dies, and maybe Steve was finally going to take his own advice after that terrible date with Brenda, but when he shows up Eddie is already gone and he has a dead cheerleader on his hands.

And fuck. This isn’t going to help the rumors at all.

Aaaaand that’s all I’ve got. This was honestly longer than expected because it was originally just gonna be me going “lol what if people suspected Steve of Barb’s murder and they treated him like how fans write the town treating Eddie post-S4 and Eddie taking him in” and then it became me trying to figure out how that’d work out for the plot.

But yeah. Barb really was last seen at Steve’s so like…it would make sense for him to be a suspect. And it takes basically a full year for the truth to come out, so…yeah. Just a thought I had several weeks that would not stop churning in my head.

Tagging my permanent list, my Hostage Hotties:

@derythcorvinus @katyawriteswhump @scoops-aboy86 @dotdot-weirdlife @everywherenothere @bumblebeecuttlefishes @hiei-harringtonmunson @estrellami-1 @nebulaoz @renfrisol @tinyplanet95 @hairspraywhore

[yaoireview]

SPAMTENNA REVIEW (CLEAR DELTARUNE CHAPTER 3 + 4 SPOILERS)

No one asked me for this one. This ones for me.

Yaknow I think its beautiful, we all DROPPED THE ZERO and got with the hero... I'm just trying to warn you all.. Tony will soon brainwash us all to the point where we ask:

"Who's Jevil? I only know Pluey."

Some may be skeptical, "How would they be gay...?" Well I'm glad you asked.. I have NO DOUBT in my mind thats im wrong. (Until another chapter releases and we have to fight one of spamton's exes as if we were scott pilgrim)

I'm gonna list some evidence of these two characters being gay, If thats okay with everyone.

EVIDENCE 1: I'm just gonna say it. The divorce was Spamton's fault.

Going into Chapter 3 is like helping your friend through couples therapy, and after you show up and listen in on their session, you realize that your friend was definitely the problem.

WE (yes, we.) ALL thought that tenna was gonna be irredeemable. The way that spamton talked this guy up made us feel like tenna is someone who kicks puppies on weekends and uses money from their job to donate to organizations that are trying to bring back public hangings.

Then we meet the guy and he just has abandonment issues, yeah SURE he fought two kids but WHO hasn't?? (I surely have!)

In Tenna's battle, if you have one of spamton's equips on, the check dialogue will say this

Spamton wants him DEAD. The kids weren't enough for him he wants to take his life too!

In the scene where Tenna and Spamton interact, spamton says

As someone pointed out, this is REALLY messed up since the entire chapter, Tenna is scared of being thrown out and spamton's just here casually bringing that up

Its like the equivalent of your ex saying "Hey Aquaman how's it hanging! Wanna get back together?" when you told them while you were together that you're deeply afraid of the ocean because both your parents died in a shipwreck with you as the sole survivor of your family

His greed sickens me.. thats all I'm saying..

Don't act like you cared about the kids you sick fuck...

EVIDENCE 2: THE SIMILARITIES

They just have a lot in common in a nutshell. Tenna and Spamton have so many similarities in dialogue its insane...

Theres a lot of things in Chapter 3 to insinuate that they were once business partners, like how the Z room (which you could only get if you REALLY SUCK) was most likely a room for spamton, and about how the glitched out posters were almost definitely of spamton and tenna together making out sloppy style

Another thing that I've seen people point out is that the poster nearby Spamton's dumpster probably had Tenna in it also, but Spamton only ripped the queen part down that blocked him in a drunken rage, probably because he didn't want to see tenna's part

The main biggest similarity that you most likely noticed during your playthrough was the usage of "HEY EVERY !" in a good chunk of songs in deltarune chapter 3. You wanna know who ELSE shares leitmotifs like that..? Toriel and Asgore.

Atleast they have shared custody over one thing..

EVIDENCE 3: THE DIVORCE

We don't know much what went down exactly between them but we do know that they ended off rough.

In the secret boss (or mantle side thing your choice) quest, a digital version of tenna will start talking about spamton

After the phone call, spamton's face became pale, DASHED out of the room, and it seems like Tenna didn't see him after that (not including the divorce court)

Theres two options what could've happened, the likely one was

Gaster just called him: Maybe to just take control again, or to tell him to knock it off with the gay stuff. Maybe gaster's homophobic who knows!

Spamton did this little thing called acting: His ego couldn't handle telling Tenna how to be a big shot, and so he ran away when it was his turn to do his end of the bargain (This probably isnt the case)

Tenna helped Spamton all he could (from what we know) and spamton DINED AND DASHED when it was his turn to help Tenna, when he most likely didn't have any control over himself

I dunno if he could blame gaster when he told Tenna to invest into cryptocurrency though thats a LITTLE bit up in the air

FINAL THOUGHTS:

I dunno about you but thats toxic yaoi if I ever saw it...

YAOI: 8.5/10

TOXIC YAOI: 10/10

[dreamerdrop]

This is very fair, and there IS a lot to extrapolate and examine about Bashir’s character because it is absolutely a pattern he has.

These instances absolutely tie into his other issues with sexism, stubbornness, internalised ableism, being pushy and insensitive when he believes he knows better than someone else, his unhealthy conflation of wanting to “fix” people as a demonstration of love, the fact this he seems unable to conceive of how to make connections with other people except via brute forcing it through repetition, which becomes incredibly concerning when he’s dealing with people who are vulnerable, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.

… Sorry, yes, I DO think he has a problem in this sphere; I can’t recall specifically what prompted the original post, but I do see occasional discussion of his character which seems to believe he’s got a problem with hitting on every woman who has ever walked into the infirmary.

Which probably also has something to do with how his relationships are framed in the show itself. He hits on Jadzia fairly aggressively (and it absolutely crosses into harassment more than once), then his first actual on screen relationship is with Melora, where all these issues come into play, then he’s… with Leeta for like… two seasons-ish? During which time there’s not really a lot of attention on his romantic relationships as a whole anyway. Then Leeta dumps him, during the orgy planet episode… and then he starts getting weird about Jadzia again, and then after that, it’s the Sarina episode and then his thing Ezri.

And in between, we get Jadzia mentioning he’s been with a couple other women while pursuing her, Miles and him butting heads because Bashir evidently does not like the idea of committment and monogamy, and he does have several moments throughout the show where he is very much sort of the closest to being a womanising skirt chaser on the whole.

So, it’s not like I don’t get where people tend to move from those two instances and frame them as a chronic behaviour, because when we do get a focus on Bashir and romance, it’s… not usually a flattering look for him, and there is definitely a lot to be said about that.

Okay, as funny as I sometimes find it, I do think it's sort of worth noting that canonically Julian Bashir dated... exactly two characters who were *primarily* his patients, with a six year gap between these incidents.

And with both those cases, he tries to switch off being their primary doctor before dating them.

(That isn't to say there aren't ethical issues still present in both scenarios but it's hardly "local doctor simply cannot stop dating his poor patients" material, is it?)

(And if we take anyone he's ever treated medically off the table then he's just not allowed to date anyone on the station ever because he treats damn near everyone at some point or another!)

[re-freaks]

What if magical girl reader became a magical boy cuz of a monster incident for a couple of hours and how would wand and Steve feel about that? 👀👀

🥛

it starts with a miscast spell. or a cursed amulet. or possibly a monster with identity issues. you're not entirely sure—you were too busy dodging acid spit and glitter bombs to catch the specifics.

what you do know is that one second you're starlight sugarblossom, sparkly warrior of justice, and the next, you're..

well.

you're still you.

but a little taller. a little broader. shirt tight in the shoulders. skirt very much not designed to handle this situation. and oh yeah.

you've got a dick now.

"..oh," you croak, voice cracking like a teenage boy in a highschool drama.

your wand vibrates so hard it nearly explodes.

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A COCK. CAN I TOUCH IT?

"NO."

just once? i'm curious! for science!!

meanwhile, across the battlefield, steve has stopped mid-incantation to openly stare.

his glowing eyes rake down your new form like he's recalculating every dark fantasy he's ever had. which, knowing steve, is a lot.

"..huh," he says finally, voice thick.

you swallow.

"is this going to be a problem?" you ask, trying not to shift because your skirt is riding way too high and you're developing a very unfortunate awareness of your balls.

he doesn't answer.

he's still staring.

your wand is cackling.

he's into it. i'm into it. we're all into it. is this a magical throuple boner situation?

you groan and put a hand over your very sudden, very obvious problem.

"i'm going home. i'm showering. i'm not talking to either of you."

wait!! can we take pics?? just one, for posterity???

steve still hasn't moved.

when you turn to storm off, your skirt flips up a little. he makes a sound that definitely isn't human.

you add two locks to your apartment door that night.

you wake up the next morning back to normal. when you get to work, there's a gift basket on your desk.

no note.

just a discreetly folded pair of men's briefs, a bottle of high-end lube, and a glittery card that reads "just in case it happens again <3."

you don't talk to steve for a week.

you also don't throw the basket away.

..just in case.

magical girl masterlist

[alejandravillarreal]

sabrinas cover isn't satire though? like It Does Not fit the definition of satire, it's quite literally appealing to the male gaze lmao

okay, so i admittedly didn’t have much knowledge of the male gaze (besides that it was coined as a film term), and google wasn’t being helpful (ai has ruined so much for us), so i turned to my friends liz @akkpipitphattana (a theatre major) and kai @miwtual (an english major), because both have had more time and experience studying this term than i have

what liz had to say:

kai probably knows more about the term itself but like it’s a film term so automatically theyre wrong on that front lmao

HOWEVER if we’re trying to claim she’s marketing herself to men it’s just like… incorrect. like yeah she’s conventionally attractive and men find her hot but she also spends a majority of her songs dissing them and her music videos are constantly killing them off. if she was pandering to men or marketing herself to them, her songs and music would be about how much she actually likes them

which also isn’t to say that sabrina doesnt have songs about how much she does like men because she does! it’s just those songs are rarely the ones that she markets herself. bed chem and juno are the two songs off short n sweet where she’s talking about how much she likes having sex with her man and neither of them were singles or had music videos INSTEAD she chooses songs to market that are openly MOCKING men (taste, manchild, feather, espresso)

the ONE instance of her having one of these songs as a single is nonsense and you know who plays the man in that music video? HERSELF.

but also this is why i always find it especially weird that people say that all she sings about is sex because again shes not even marketing the songs about sex herself! the only reason bed chem and juno got as popular as they were is because OTHER PEOPLE blew them up. like she said in that rolling stone interview you guys are the ones obsessed with sex!

what kai had to say:

the male gaze (and also the female gaze) are terms to be used in filmmaking to talk about how the film portrays women vs men. the "male" gaze includes things like the scene in suicide squad in which harley quinn is getting dressed—it's objectifying her as nothing more than a spectacle to be stared at by men. the female gaze, by comparison, is seen in movies like birds of prey (going off the same harley quinn example) in the scene where harley breaks a dude's legs because he was trying to sexualize her. the male gaze is about objectification of women while the female gaze is about the power of women

saying that sabrina carpenter is "pandering to the male gaze" is like how people say that real life people (like harry styles, for example) are "queerbaiting their audience". it doesnt work like that because those terms are not to be used with real people, its a term to be used when looking at art forms like film, paintings, sculptures, literature, etc

also, a lot of the male gaze is based in the idea of vouyerism. since (again) women are objectified and meant to be stared at, they are sexual beings that only exist for the pleasure of men. so just the idea of *looking* at a woman becomes sexualized because women exist as nothing but an object to be thirsted over

and i think thats part of the problem as to why people keep saying sabrina is "pandering to the male gaze" bc part of being a celebrity is that its vouyeristic in nature. but that doesnt mean that the artist is trying to be vouyeristic as a person, its just a byproduct of fame in this modern era

as for what i have to say about the use of satire:

satire is a literary work used to criticizes and/or ridicules people or ideas using the same delivery method and style of the topic itself. it’s usually used in a humorous way, though not necessarily.

using this definition, we can break it down to see if the album cover fits it

what is the cover meant to criticize and/or ridicule? the idea ingrained in society that women are men’s pets, servants and/or beneath them

is it using the same deluge method and style of the topic itself? i’d say so, yes, since sabrina is pictured on her hands and knees while a figure is standing above her and holding her hair

how do we know it’s meant to be satire? based on the context surrounding it. the leading single of the album is called manchild, a song that, quite literally and explicitly, criticizes men. sabrina herself is known for writing and performing songs that are VERY critical of men and the patriarchy

i’ll end this by pointing your way to laura mulvey’s original dissertation on the male gaze. it’s quite a good read to understand the points she was trying to make

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve Harrington's Personal Demon

A/N: My own demon just came to visit and my brain went: what the hell?!

CW: not sure what to warn you against: Period talk. Mentions of genitals but it's not smut. Blood. And once again Steve just handles his gender and sex so casually. His mom does have endo and I wanted to bring awareness to that.

Steve Harrington was dying. Yep, this was it. This was going to be the end of him, lying on the floor of his bathroom. . .bleeding out for some reason. He didn't know why. He just knew everything started hurting and everything was annoying. . .then the blood came. His back hurt, his stomach hurt. The only thing that seemed to make things a little better was lying on the cold hard floor of the bathroom. Steve let out a groan. That's when he heard the voice.

"Thanks for driving me here," he heard Robin. "The asshole isn't answering his phone. He either can't hear it or he's ignoring me. . .or there's something wrong."

"It's not a problem," Nancy said. "We're worried too."

"I'm sure he's fine," Jonathan said.

Nancy and Jonathan drove Robin here? Shit. . .they haven't talked since. . .well, he couldn't focus on that right now. He let out a groan.

"ROBIN!" Steve screamed.

"Shit! You were saying, Jonathan?!" Robin screamed. "Steve?!"

"Bathroom!" Steve yelled.

There were the sound of thundering footsteps and then the door burst open.

"Oh my god! Steve, what the hell happened?!" Robin asked dropping down next to him.

They could probably see the blood in between his legs. It was a horrifying sight and he didn't have to look at their faces to know they thought so too. He could hear Nancy and Jonathan's worried whispers.

"I don't know. . .everything started hurting and then I started to bleed. I'm too afraid to look," Steve whimpered. "It's not - I mean, is it - has it fallen off? Oh God, Robin, is gone?!"

"Alright, let's have a look. . .make sure we don't have to take you to the hospitals, not unless we absolutely have to. Which I'm sure we don't. It's probably nothing," Robin said softly, trying her best to remain calm.

Steve thought she was doing a very good job. Normally, she would be rambling and rattling off the worst of what could happen. Robin reached under the cabinets and grabbed the gloves they had planned on using to dye their hair before spring break happened. She grabbed the first aid kit and tossed it on the floor next to him. Robin undid Steve's pants and the other two quickly helped her take the pants off as well as his boxers.

"Well, everything looks intact. Hello - ," Robin started to say.

"Now, is not the time to come up with a name for my dick and balls," Steve groaned.

"Come on, you can even name my boobs," Robin said. "Boobies. You like boobies, I like boobies. Remember that?"

Nancy and Jonathan didn't say anything at Robin's accidental revelation. Steve looked at her. She was a lot more scared than she was letting on.

"I'm okay, Robin," Steve said softly but that just made her botton lip quiver.

She moved her hands between his legs, trying to feel for a wound. She lifted his penis and testicles then her fingers disappeared into an opening that he didn't know he had - no, it hadn't been there before.

"Okay! Steve, you have - oh my god, you have a vagina!" Robin shrieked.

"What?!" Steve shrieked and his head popped up. "But my dick and everything's still there, right?"

"Yep, yep, still there. That's definitely a lady pocket - a small one but a lady pocket, nonetheless. Aw, it's so cute," Robin said. "Mine's bigger."

"Oh my god, it's not a contest," Steve rolled his eyes, sighing with relief. "Thank God, it's just a vagina."

"Well, good news, Steve. You're not dying, you just feel like you are," Robin laughed. "Yeah, this feels very familiar. Steve, you've started your period. I thought it smelled like period blood but I thought I was going crazy again."

"What?!" Steve exclaimed.

"A period is when -

"I know what a period is Robin," Steve rolled his eyes. "You went into great detail about it the first time you had yours around me."

"Ugh, I can't believe the first time I fingered someone and it's my platonic soulmate," Robin scrunched her nose up as she pulled her fingers out of Steve.

"Well, I don't think it counts. It was all very clinical," Steve sighed and groaned, sitting up. "Fuck."

"Is it really that bad?" Jonathan asked.

"Yes!" Robin and Nancy yelled, glaring at him.

"I was just curious, Jesus," Jonathan muttered.

"Does it - does it look like a normal vagina?" Steve asked.

"Well, it's human, if that's what you mean. . .with a clitoris and everything. Not sure what it would look like if it wasn't human," Robin said as she pulled off the gloves and then she blinked. "Speaking of. . .hey, Nance, which one found it faster, Steve or Jonathan?"

"Yeah. . .I'm not answering that. . .I still have supplies when I had mine, Steve, if you want to borrow some," Nancy said. "They're in my purse."

"No, I've started keeping supplies for Robin when she sleeps over," Steve said and stood up.

"Aw, Steve," Robin said.

"I, uh, need to take a shower," Steve said blushing.

"I'll bring you some clothes," Robin said.

"Jonathan and I will clean this up," Nancy said, squeezing his arm.

"We will?" Jonathan asked and Nancy looked at him. "Yeah! We will. Definitely."

Steve stood up, feeling like Winne the Pooh. Instead of being covered in honey, he was covered in his own menstrual blood. Wait. . .if he could menstruate now then that means. . .

"Shit, Robin, I'm going to have to go on the pill!" Steve groaned.

"Ooh, I didn't think about that," Robin said.

"I think you're safe, Steve," Jonathan said in amusement. "I mean, it's not like you're going to be sleeping with men."

"Yeah, you're right," Steve frowned. "We're in quarantine. Our access to Indianapolis has been cut off."

"No more gay bars," Robin sighed. "I was so close to losing my virginity."

"No, you weren't," Steve rolled his eyes. "You're waiting on a certain someone. . .Goddamn it, no more gay bars."

"I wasn't surprised about Robin. . .Steve, you're gay?" Jonathan asked and closed his eyes. "I feel like I'm going about this all wrong."

"I'm just as surprised as you are," Nancy said.

"Yeah, okay, I know I never said it when we were together. . .maybe because I was afraid that you'd. . .well, anyway, I like men and women," Steve said.

"We always seem to be coming out to people in bathrooms," Robin said.

"Yeah, it's becoming a habit," Steve said and threw off his shirt. "I don't have anymore shame after you guys watched my best friend finger me on the floor of the bathroom."

Steve turned on the shower, letting it heat up. He could feel two sets of eyes on him and he knew one of them wasn't Robin's.

"You're a really heavy bleeder, Steve," Nancy said.

"He gets that from me," Robin said.

"That doesn't make any sense, Robin," Steve sighed.

"I'll go find you those clothes," Robin said. "Welcome to the club, my bloody friend. When I come back, I'll tell you all about taking care of your lady pocket."

"Stop calling it a lady pocket!" Steve yelled.

"Lady pocket, lady pocket!" Robin yelled back at him and then slipped out the door before Steve's shirt could hit her.

Steve rolled his eyes and stepped into the shower but he smiled. He knew that Robin was only trying to make this easier for him. He sighed as the warm water washed over him. It's funny how sometimes you don't realize how tense you are until you relax in the shower, Steve thought. He could already feel his muscles relaxing.

"Your friendship is a bit unusual. . . Not in a bad way," Jonathan said.

"Yeah, well, took me a while to realize that if it's not weird, I don't want it," Steve laughed. "Neither of us."

"Not much different than me and Argyle. . .although, a little different," Jonathan said.

"You know, I'm surprised that Robin managed to keep as calm as she did," Nancy said.

"Yeah, I think she's been practicing," Steve said.

"For what?" Jonathan asked.

"Well, we figured before spring break that all this shit might not be over and that more people might end up getting up hurt. After everything that happened, and the fact that I got hurt again, we decided to start studying to become paramedics," Steve said.

"That's a really good idea," Nancy said and he could hear the smile in her voice. "You'd both be really good at it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Steve didn't say anything else, instead letting the water continue to wash over him. He heard Jonathan and Nancy start to clean up as he started washing his body. He could still feel the pain and it wasn't just in his stomach. It was also in his back. Steve groaned.

"Do you want us to give you a moment?" Nancy asked.

"Uh, no, you're fine," Steve said.

"I don't think he wants to be alone," Jonathan whispered but Steve could hear him just fine.

"It's just a lot to fucking deal with," Steve said. "I'm tired."

"Yeah, I think anyone would be overwhelmed at having grown extra parts and then dealing with this for the first time," Nancy said. "I mean, my mom sat down and talked with me about it. I knew it was coming and I still freaked. . .because what the fuck do you mean that women have to go through this and men don't?"

"A little part of you is glad that a guy finally gets it, huh?" Steve asked.

"I mean, it feels like a weird form of validation. . .if that makes sense," Nancy said. "It really is fucked up how this works."

"No, I mean, I get it," Steve said.

"I got my period right around the time Holly was born," Nancy said. "I was in the delivery room with our parents. Mike decided to stay in the waiting room and honestly, I wished I stayed with him and Nana. It was horrifying. Holly's birth was a bit more bloodier than mine and Mike's. At least, that's what Mom and Dad said."

"Jesus," Steve said and pressed his hands to his stomach. "I already feel like I'm being run through with a sword. I can't imagine giving birth."

"It's a terrifying sight," Nancy said.

"This whole thing. . .I mean, I probably can get pregnant but I kind of always thought that I'd adopt, give kids a home who don't have one," Steve said.

"That sounds nice," Jonathan said and paused for a moment. "What happens if you do get pregnant?"

"Well, then I'll love that kid as much as if I had chosen to get pregnant," Steve said with a sigh. "Sometimes these things happen. . .although, I hope if it does accidentally happen, it happens after all this shit is over with. Bringing a baby into this would be a bad idea."

"You can only plan your life so much before life decides it has other plans for you," Nancy said and sighed. "Then you decide what you want to do with that plan."

"Exactly," Steve sighed. "Kind of like now. . .I really. . .I really thought I was going to die and I thought I was going to lose my dick. I mean, I could probably live without it but. . ."

"It's still scary losing a part of yourself," Jonathan said and paused. "Even if you chose it yourself."

"I'd rather lose my dick than die alone," Steve said. "I don't want to die alone."

Steve pressed a hand into his abdomen, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them. He turned off the water and slid the shower curtains open. The door to the bathroom opened as Steve grabbed a towel, and Robin came in. She set Steve's clothes on the counter. Steve grinned when he saw the briefs. It would definitely be easier putting the sanitary napkin in those, he thought. He quickly got dressed in a pair of shorts and one of his old swim team shirts. When Steve looked up, Nancy and Jonathan were blushing while Robin gave them an amused knowing look. Steve ran a hand through his wet hair and grabbed his towel to dry it.

"Everything okay?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, it's fine," Nancy said. "Thank you, by the way, for telling us about yourselves. I know it wasn't exactly planned."

"Oh, we both trust you and Jonathan, Nance," Robin said. "You know that."

"I am curious, Steve, about something," Jonathan said and paused. "Is it alright if I ask?"

"You can ask me anything about my sexuality," Steve said, knocking his knuckles on the counter. "I'm an open book."

"What made you realize you were into guys or did you always know?" Jonathan asked.

Robin let out a burst of laughter, and Steve glared at her. He flipped her off.

"It's a great story," Robin giggled. "You'll love it."

"I didn't always know. . .I mean, I knew, but I didn't really know, you know?" Steve asked.

"No, we don't know," Nancy said.

"I mean, I knew on some level that jerking off with your teammates and enjoying it wasn't exactly straight but I didn't stop calling it "helping a friend" until. . .well, until I didn't," Steve blushed and Robin giggled harder. "Shut up, Robin."

"Your teammates?" Nancy asked, raising her eyebrows.

"It was a great way to relieve all that energy after a game and there wasn't anything separating the showers. . .we were all just out in the open," Steve said. "Most of them just helped themselves but didn't judge when others like us wanted to help a friend. . .Jonathan, Nancy, are you okay?"

"I think you might have fried their brains," Robin laughed. "And you didn't even get to the really good part."

"Maybe we should talk about how I grew lady parts, hmm?" Steve asked.

"Don't change the subject, Steve Harrington," Robin said.

"Okay, but it's a more important topic to discuss, Robin," Steve scoffed.

"I'm going to find something to help with those cramps of yours. . .they're seriously getting to you," she said.

Steve scowled at Robin's retreating form and threw the towel at her back.

"There's medicine in here, Robin, you goddamn well know that!" Steve yelled.

Steve stared at Nancy and Jonathan's faces, their cheeks were bright red. Jonathan was trying to figure out where to put his hands and he didn't want to look at him. Steve rubbed his belly and his back, shaking his head. So much had already happened and they both deserved the truth.

"It's a little strange," Steve said.

"What's more strange than what we just witnessed?" Jonathan asked.

"Okay. . .so, try not to judge me too hard," Steve said.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, please tell me that it wasn't Billy Hargrove!" Jonathan snapped. "Almost every girl in the school had a crush on that dickhead and if you're telling me that you had a crush on him, too, then yeah, I'm going to judge you."

"We're both going to judge you," Nancy said, crossing her arms.

"Woah, woah! Never in a million fucking years!" Steve exclaimed. "There isn't enough money in the world. Normally, I would never speak ill of the dead and wouldn't say this around Max, but I'm glad that racist dick's dead. You know, he threatened to run over the kids, right?"

"Yeah, Will told me," Jonathan shook his head. "I wanted to kill the fucker."

"Yeah, you would have had to get in line," Nancy said.

"Okay, I think my thing might actually be considered normal," Steve rolled his eyes. "Okay, do you remember our fight, Jonathan?"

"Hard to forget," Jonathan said.

"Well, we were rolling around on the ground and suddenly, halfway through, I realized I liked it a little more than I should have," Steve said.

"I was kicking your ass, Steve," Jonathan laughed softly.

"It wasn't really you beating me up that did it, it was how close you were. It was the fact that you were you and your leg would get in between mine. . .your knee ended up pressed against my crotch more than once," Steve said.

"It did?" Jonathan asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, it did," Nancy said and they looked at her. "I didn't want to say anything."

"More than once, I wanted to just hump your leg," Steve said.

"Oh," Jonathan said, his voice thick and his eyes wide.

"It just made me realize that not only was I trying too hard to be this King Steve guy who pretends like he doesn't give a shit and that I was hiding this huge part of myself," Steve said. "You both woke me up in so many different ways. I want to thank you both for that."

"Steve. . .," Jonathan said softly.

Steve groaned and leaned over the counter. His hands rubbing his stomach and his back.

"This is supposed to last how long. . .a week?" Steve asked.

Nancy stepped up behind him and placed her hands on his lower back. She raised his shirt slightly, pressing her skin directly against his. She began to massage the spot gently. Steve raised himself up slightly, and leaned into her touch.

"You used to do this for me, remember?" Nancy asked, whispering in his ear. "It did help somewhat."

Steve sighed and didn't say anything. It felt so good. He missed having her hands on him again. Suddenly, Jonathan place his hand on his stomach under his shirt and began rubbing his belly soothingly.

"Does this help, too?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, yeah, it fucking does," Steve let out a moan.

Steve could feel Nancy leaning against him, pressing her cheek against his shoulder blade.

"I'm sorry, Steve," Nancy said. "I should have apologized back then. I was too much of a coward. . .you were never bullshit."

"You weren't either, Nance," he said, tears filling his eyes. "The only thing that's bullshit is that other guys don't have to go through this because what the fuck? God, Jonathan. I kind of want to punch you in the face."

Nancy and Jonathan laughed. Nancy's arms around him from behind, squeezing him gently. Jonathan moved in front of him, putting his arms around both of them and pressing his face into Steve's chest.

"I'm really glad you're not dying, Steve," Jonathan sighed.

"Me too," Nancy whispered.

Steve wrapped his arms around Jonathan, hugging him and resting his cheek into the top of his head.

"Let's take this downstairs, I need to sit and I want to put my arms around both of you," Steve sighed, and paused. "Does this make us friends?"

"Yeah, friends," Nancy laughed.

"Friends who "help" each other," Jonathan said, laughing with Nancy.

Nancy and Jonathan wrapped their arms around his waist. Even though they didn't have to, they helped maneuver him downstairs. Steve felt his eyes prickling and he wondered if that was ever going to stop: just wanting to cry and scream all the time? He felt so gross, even wrapped up in their arms. Steve felt so disgusting and bloated. He usually liked the way Jonathan smelled but this time it was overwhelming his senses. He didn't want to hurt Jonathan's feelings so he didn't say anything. When they got into the living room, they found Robin watching Magnum PI.

"Ooh, Magnum," Steve said. "God, Tom Selleck is hot."

Steve sprawled out on the couch with Jonathan and Nancy, his hands squeezing their knees gently.

"Hm, agreed," Nancy said.

"Not to me, he reminds me too much of Hopper," Jonathan said.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, Byers, but your dad's also hot," Steve said.

"Ew! Don't say that," Jonathan said, screwing up his face. "Never say that again."

"Your dad is kinda hot," Nancy laughed and Jonathan gave her a look. "I'm sorry I thought you were just talking to Steve."

Steve laughed when Jonathan threw a pillow at her. He was smiling though and they were sure that it was because they called Hopper his dad.

"I'm so glad I'm not attracted to men," Robin sighed. "I got you some pain relief and chocolate on the table there. I found the candy you were hiding from the kids."

"Yes!" Steve exclaimed. "The hiding places are getting harder to come up with. The little shits are getting better at finding them."

Steve grabbed a piece of chocolate and started nibbling on it as his eyes were glued to Tom Selleck's thighs. For a moment, he could somewhat forget about his problems as he watched one of his favorite shows with some of his favorite people. However, it was hard to ignore the shooting pains he was experiencing or the gross uncomfortable feeling in between his legs. Magnum PI went to a commercial break and Steve didn't bother paying attention to whatever product it was trying to sell them. Instead, all Steve could focus on was the family in the commercial. The dad kind of looked like his and then suddenly, Steve was thinking about his parents. He did not doubt the support he would receive from his mother but his dad on the other hand. . .

"It's what happens when you wrangle a bunch of little geniuses," Robin said.

"I love you, Robin," Steve said softly.

"Love you, too, Dingus," Robin said. "Even though you grew a lady pocket, I'm still not attracted to you."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Steve said and the other two laughed.

"What are you thinking about, Steve?" Nancy asked softly.

"My parents. My mom would support me in a heartbeat but my dad. . .I mean, he didn't take the news of me liking men very well. I can't imagine that he would like that his son is part woman, now," Steve said.

"He's an asshole especially if he can't see how great his son is and it shouldn't matter what's between your legs," Jonathan said. "I mean, as long as you're happy with the outcome, that should be the only thing that matters."

"Are you happy with the outcome, Steve?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, I mean, it doesn't change anything. I still feel like myself. . .maybe even more like myself. I - I kind of like being a guy and having both parts. I could definitely do without the period though. It's gross," Steve frowned.

"Yeah, most women would agree with you," Robin said. "Well, except for my cousin Rhonda but as you well know, Steven, we don't talk about cousin Rhonda. . .for so many reasons."

"I really didn't know a whole lot about periods except that it was a million times harder for my mom than it was for other women," Steve sighed, looking at the spot above the TV. "My dad always thought she was faking but she spent a lot of time laying in bed in pain. There was no way she could have faked that. . .Eventually, it got so bad that she had to have surgery. I was there, taking care of her and my dad couldn't be bothered. I was there when she cried about not having any more kids. She always thought I'd make a good brother. She even tried to adopt afterward but. . .it's difficult when Dad didn't want to. . .The last couple of years, she's been tied up in divorcing him. She actually got it finalized and she was supposed to come home for spring break so we could celebrate. . .but it all got fucked up. I don't know how she is. . .what she's doing. . .I know she's driving herself crazy with worry. I just - I just want my mom to be here. . ."

"Well, that's okay, Steve, that's nothing to be ashamed of," Nancy said.

"I'm not. I'm a proud Mama's boy," Steve scoffed.

"Me too," Jonathan laughed and bumped his knee against Steve’s.

"Ooh, Magnum is back on. Shh, Robin!" Steve said.

"I didn't even say anything!"

"No, but you were gonna."

Steve slumped down in between Nancy and Jonathan. Somehow, he ended up with his head tucked into Nancy's shoulder and one of his legs in Jonathan's lap. Robin was watching the TV in the loveseat and she was upside down, her hair brushing against the carpet while her legs kicked in the air. After an hour of watching TV, he realized that they hadn't asked him about his thoughts on how he possibly could have gotten this way. . .maybe they didn't want to push him. Steve felt a wave of affection for all of them. They didn't even leave afterward. . .they stayed.

"Gah!" Robin yelled and rolled off the couch. "I can't take it!"

Robin went to the television and turned it off, fixing her hair as she huffed.

"You bitch! I was watching that!" Steve shrieked. "It just got to a really sexy part."

"Okay, I'll forgive you for that because you've just been possessed by a monthly demon," Robin said.

"Sorry," Steve mumbled, as he blinked away more tears. "But I would never interrupt you watching Julie Christie."

"You would and you have," Robin said and she plopped down in front of them on the coffee table. "What could have caused this?"

"God, isn't it obvious, Robin?" Steve scoffed.

"When we both synch up, it's going to be hell for everyone around us," Robin laughed. "We're both a couple of bitches."

"The bat bites, Robin," Steve said and raised his shirt to reveal his scars. "It's the only thing that makes sense."

"It does," Nancy said.

"Do you have any other symptoms?" Robin asked.

"Bloating, uh, back pain, cramps, my emotions feel like they're all over the place, I'm sensitive to certain smells, and oh, yeah, of course there's the bleeding," Steve said.

"Well, that's all pretty standard," Nancy said.

"I have to ask, though," Steve frowned. "Is it normal to have a craving for raw, bloody meat?"

"Well, no," Nancy frowned.

"Well. . .fuck."

[phneltwrites]

Thinking about your bodice ripper space viking au... Life is good...

omg me too.... always thinking about Them.

here have some!

cn: The Implications (fear of assault, memory of physical attack)

Wilhelm walks over to the counter and pulls out a tray that Simon hadn’t seen. There’s a deep rectangular basin there. Wilhelm reaches for something Simon can’t quite see and then water starts to fill it. That’s obvious. Simon is being so stupid. That’s a bath. He keeps expecting everything to be more alien than it is and it’s tripping him up. “It’s not voice activated?” He doesn’t know where that came from.

Wilhelm looks up sharply and Simon takes a step back. Wilhelm turns back to the bath, pulling out small baskets from other trays, Simon sees petals and salts. “Is that what you have at home?” he asks and that bowls Simon over. They’ve been stealing people and things for generations and they have literally no idea about what the world is like, do they? Why would they, the scavengers. 

“No,” Simon says, but they do in stories, he doesn’t add. That’s the future that is promised, AI solving problems.

Wilhelm casts petals and salt into the bath, rubbing his hands together to get them all off. “We had that, once, centuries ago, but there was a—” he fiddles with the tap, lips pursed like he’s searching for the word, “—AI uprising,” he settles for, “and then it was banned. Mechanical things work just as well. The pipes that bring this water don’t need a mind attached to them.”

Simon thinks that could be nice, to be those pipes, to not have a mind attached, because then he wouldn’t have to hear Wilhelm’s next sentence. “You take a bath here.” Simon locks up. “Do you have baths, down there? You take off your clothes and get in the water.” Yeah, Simon got the implication. This is it, it’s happening. Wilhelm looks at him expectantly. Simon has a choice in this moment. He remembers Wilhelm’s grip, he remembers that there was no warning before he put August on the floor. He can shake his head and have Wilhelm strip him, bruise him, or he can do it himself. Which is better? There’s an appeal to making Wilhelm do it, so he can comfort himself that he didn’t go easy, didn’t roll over. Every hurt could be a badge of honour, a sign he protected his dignity. Wilhelm keeps watching him, silent, steady, waiting, and Simon knows the calm is deceptive. It could be any second before Wilhelm lunges at him.

“What if I don’t?” Simon whispers.

Wilhelm cocks his head. “There’s a shower outside.” Outside. There seems to be a fair amount of space around Wilhelm’s house, but Simon saw other structures dotted around, close enough to be shouting distance, and definitely visible. So that’s the choice. He can undress here, inside the walls, or he can do it out there. In front of anyone who walks by. 

Simon caves. He reaches behind his head and pulls off his t-shirt. The room isn’t as cold as he expected, but Simon feels his skin pebble up regardless, nipples drawing tight when they’re exposed. 

He takes a breath, shaky exhale, before he opens the button on his trousers and pushes them down, taking off his underwear and trying to get his socks off in one go. He tries to get into the water as quickly as he can, sloshing a little over the edge as he slips a bit on the way down.

“Good,” Wilhelm says and Simon wants to throw up, the way it makes him feel relieved. “There’s soap in the alcove. Uh, soap is—”

“I know what soap is,” Simon snaps. Then he cringes.

Wilhelm smiles, which Simon doesn’t get at all. “I’ll use the shower outside,” he says, and then takes Simon’s clothes with him when he goes. 

Simon sits in the bath for a while. It’s a good temperature and the petals smell soft and nice and the longer he sits there the more tense he gets. He eyes the soap, a yellow bar sitting there, flecked with what look like the same petals that are in the bath. Wilhelm wants him clean. The dilemma strikes him again and so do the tears, running hot and salty down his face, hotter than the water, mingling with the steam when they drip off his chin. 

His hand wraps around the bruises on his arm from where he was grabbed. They’re turning dark already, four thin, finger shaped bands, and the round button of a thumb.

And then he picks up the soap and starts to scrub. He doesn’t want to hurt.

[homestuckreplay]

“1TS WH4T MY CH4R4CT3R WOULD DO” – terezi probably

(page 2052-2065)

I’m enjoying Act 5 a lot so far, but the writing style has definitely changed. Its narrative text is directed more towards the reader, with asides making references a reader might know, but the trolls definitely don’t – for example, ‘your WALKING CANE, which you use as a weapon kind of like Earth Daredevil who you've never heard of’ (p.2052). The story is still in the second person, but there’s some distance between the ‘you’ and the troll we’re supposedly inhabiting, which there wasn’t with the kids, so I feel slightly more detached from the story.

Act 5 is also using a new kind of nonlinear storytelling. I know that saying ‘Homestuck is introducing nonlinear storytelling’ is basically like saying ‘there’s starting to be some problems in the world’, but this is different. In earlier acts, there have been occasional flash forwards or flashbacks, and times when the kids’ storylines are out of sync with each other but each proceeding linearly. Act 5’s cuts to the trolls in the Medium and back to before they play the game are basically like how the trolls interact with the kids’ timeline. The trolls’ whole story is already laid out, we know where it ends, so the ‘player’ is picking and choosing interesting points in their timeline to jump between and interact with.

When we reach a Pesterlog from Terezi’s perspective that’s already happened from Gamzee’s/the reader’s, it’s not recreated in full – we just see the first few lines, and then there’s a link to the earlier page. Again this is different from the kids’, whose Pesterlogs have always been shown in full from both sides (for example, Rose and Dave on page 522 and 611). Which definitely suggests there will be a LOT of jumping around and repeated chatlogs, and makes the sequence of pages itself nonlinear, as the hyperlinks make much bigger jumps than just going forward or back a single page.

Every kid’s entry into the Medium so far has been a pretty big deal, and with the giant meteor still looming over her house in ‘[S] Descend’, I think Jade’s will be too. With the trolls, the story is all business. Terezi mentions getting killed by meteors and a ‘WHOL3 CONSP1R4CY’ about Sburb almost offhand (p.2061), there’s no alchemy binge for Karkat besides a single Fresh Prince of Bel-Air themed sickle, and the lands are introduced with a single image instead of a cool flash, all of which contributes to the different feel of Act 5.

^ johnkat real?

GC: *SHE […] SP34KS TH3 4NC13NT TONGU3 OF 4 THOUS4ND W1SDOMS* GC: *SH3 S4YS:* GC: H3Y DO YOU W4NT TO PL4Y 4 G4M3 W1TH M3? (p.2055)

^ the ancient tongue of a thousand wisdoms being about playing a game is a great summary of Homestuck as a whole tbh

This update introduces a NEW TROLL, Terezi’s roleplay partner arsenicCatnip! She’s basically a Warrior Cats roleplayer, equal parts feral/bloodthirsty like a wildcat and cute/caring like a housecat. She’s also got a weird dynamic going with another troll who’s only referenced, who she has to ‘get purrmission’ from to play Sburb and is ‘kind of scared of’ (p.2055) – in an obviously cutthroat world like Alternia it’s not surprising that interpersonal relationships fall prey to serious power dynamics, but still, I hope she is okay. I noticed AC only mentions getting permission when Terezi mentions the team aspect of Sburb, so perhaps it’s a specific friend that this mystery troll doesn’t want AC to spend time with.

I love the idea of Terezi and AC roleplaying together, but unfortunately, Terezi is not a good collaborative roleplayer. She has no commitment to a shared scenario and isn’t picking up on the boundaries AC is pretty clearly setting down. AC can hold her own pretty well and the scenario ends well, but Terezi’s violence and control in this scenario doesn’t set her up well as a good leader for the red team.

And she is definitely manipulating Karkat when he contacts her about Sburb. It seems clear that she sees the server player as the game’s real leader, as it gives her control over Karkat’s environment while he has to do the hard work running around and controlling monsters. She also knows much more about the game than he does, so she’s able to frame this the opposite way and make him want to be the client, and she mixes fake-flirting, fake-not caring and possibly real insanity to get her intended reactions. Her superior knowledge + manipulation mean she interacts with Karkat the same way she’ll later interact with the beta kids. When Karkat asks her to explain the deal with Sburb, she replies ‘1 C4NT! / 1 GOTT4 ST3P OUT OF TH3 TR33 FOR 4 MOM3NT’ (p.2061) which is a move Karkat will steal when interacting with John and trying to get out of a conversation. It’s pretty funny when Karkat does it because I know he’s stuck on a meteor and doesn’t need to go anywhere, and it’s just interesting to see the kid-troll dynamics recreated (predicted?) between two trolls.

Terezi and Karkat hint at some new Alternian technology: ‘lusus’, ‘lawnring’, and ‘culled’ (p.2058), the last of which could possibly link to a yet-unseen troll, cuttlefishCuller. Culling is the selective killing of animals, often for population control or to eliminate disease, and here it’s applied to trolls too, but there’s no details of the role it plays in society. ‘Lawnring’ seems like the Alternian equivalent of a yard – looking at Karkat’s neighborhood again, there are literal grassy rings around the hives (p.2003), plus as a John parallel it makes sense for Karkat to have a typical suburban hive. This means that Terezi’s ‘SCR3W L4WNR1NGS’ attitude (p.2058) is a criticism of mainstream Alternian society, and an assertion of her decision to live outside it. That’s a decision she’s been able to make for herself, instead of being forced into a given living situation like the beta kids. ‘Lusus’ I have no idea what it could mean, but it’s another thing Terezi doesn’t have, or doesn’t have yet, that seems to be fairly common for trolls.

Terezi also has some kind of fascination with blood, asking Karkat what color his is (??) and promising to ‘F1ND OUT SOM3 D4Y’ (p.2061), which is about as ominous as adiosToreador mentioning that dream selves can die and then telling Jade to enjoy her nap ‘wHILE IT LASTS,’ (p.1936). Terezi was also asking Dave what his blood smells like, and has been ‘SO CUR1OUS’ about ‘WH4T HUM4N BLOOD T4ST3S L1K3’ (p.1935). Even pre-Sburb her interest in violence clearly goes way beyond stuffed animals, like she wants to know how it feels to inflict that same violence on a living creature, but just hasn’t had that chance yet.

GC: H4V3 YOU T4LK3D TO 44 CG: 44 WHAT? GC: 4POC4LYPS34R1S3N SORRY (p.2061)

^ this is a VERY funny use of terezi’s typing style. hey, one day she’ll be able to mention talking to ‘3B’!

In the last few pages of the update there’s another troll, bringing the TTV (Total Troll Visuals) to 6, halfway! This troll is probably apocalypseArisen, the red of her shirt matching that name on the Chumproll, and her symbol corresponding to Aries. Some people have mentioned that 4/13 lands in Aries, making her a potentially important troll. 6/12 lands in Gemini, which is twinArmageddons, and TA adapted the code to Sburb from some ‘crazy technology AA dug out of 2ome ruiin2’ (p.2027) so there could be something to this theory.

AA has a frog temple of her own – probably the aforementioned ruins – which has six pillars instead of four (those numbers again)! So the frog ruins are a universal Sburb construct, and every planet which will one day play Sburb gets a frog temple sent to the birth of its civilization to later unearth the code? This one probably didn’t contain a Bec, as he seems like a specific quirk of the kids’ session.

AA feels compelled to destroy the frog temple, acting on instinct though she doesn’t know why. Interestingly the kids’ frog temple was beheaded too, although not until the exiles’ time (p.1359) – perhaps any doomed session will also have its temple destroyed in some form. The Aimless Renegade considers frogs ‘illegal’ (p.1100, 1910) and works for Derse, so could it be possible that AA has already awoken on Derse the same way Jade already awoke on Prospit, and is receiving whispers from the gods of the Furthest Ring telling her to destroy anything frog themed?

It is easy to imagine AA receiving eldritch whispers as she looks just like a weird girl in a horror movie, with her long flowing hair, spooky white eyes, ripped clothes contrasted with neat schoolgirl socks and shoes, telekinetic powers, the very image of a once-’good girl’ now corrupted by dark psychic forces. It would be very fun for her to be a big horror movie fan who enjoys re-enacting her favorite films to spook her friends, so I’m crossing my fingers we’ll meet and learn more about her tomorrow.

[maddonkeydidnothingwrong]

YEAHHH There are definitely some weird timeline things happening there. That said, we canonically know that the Alchemists love to lie, and that they've got the wealthy elite (who have influence on things like the paper) in their pockets. SO, I think it's plausible that they lied about who Lea defeated. blamed it on some other invented threat, and that's why she's now "legendary."

What trips me up is that she's already known as legendary while the boys are still in school. And given that Romeo looks to be about 18-20 when he dies, then it's possibly been about 5 years since they graduated the MCH. They looked really young in that graduation photo, even grainy as it was.

It's complicated by the knowledge that we know that Venigni is canonically in his 30s. He says it himself, and when he speaks about the events, it sounds like he must've been a young kid. What people consider childhood varies. So let's say it's anywhere from the ages "8-15." even at the the oldest end of that, Venigni's parents were murdered 15 years before the base game. And if we go by the sensibilities of the time, where a guy at 15 would be considered on the "cusp" of manhood and thus no longer a child, it's very likely he was even younger (and his parents could've died 22 years ago).

Sure, maybe Arlecchino was murdering for years and years, but it still seems very unlikely that it went on for 15 or 22 years with no one being able to stop him until Lea? It's just... silly. Especially since Lea herself says their encounter happened "long ago." I dunno about y'all, but I don't say something was a "long time ago" if it was just last year. It's "last year" or "a few years back." Long ago, is for long ago, so long ago you didn't think it would ever be a problem again. So maybe she defeated him 10 years before the dlc. Assuming Lea wasn't a child when she did that, then that would solidly put her at like 25-28. But that's assuming she was like 15 when she defeated arlecchino, she was very likely older. at *minimum* she should also be in her 30s like Venigni.

I personally think she killed Arlecchino even further in the past than that, because that dude has too much flair and wanted to be caught (he was not afraid of Lea or anyone), so I find it highly unlikely that he was on a murder spree for decades with no one able to stop him. But that might just be me.

At minimum Lea is in her early-mid 30s, but is very plausibly older. So her face looking so young is.. odd.

The devs likely chose to make her look so young and "perfectly pretty" to avoid backlash from Korean fans, which is a very real concern. Making an old woman like Antonia look old is very different than making such an important and long-awaited character look anything other than "perfect."

LEA SHOULD LOOK OLDER

I’m not being a hater (though I was disappointed at the face reveal for more than reason), but like… based on lore reveals, she really should look older… so why does she look like she’s 19 when she should be in her 40s if not older :v

[trans-yllz]

this is not to say that wei wuxian doesn't very much have a drinking problem, but it's weird to me when people write/draw him getting Drunk. we see him get actually drunk exactly once, and to be fair, at that point he is exiled, coreless, just found out his beloved sister is getting married and he can't go to the wedding, and said what was essentially his last goodbye to the love of his life. I'd probably get drunk too

[rafyki]

I think something that for me really sets aside Jack & Joker from other Thai dramas is its narrative structure. Thai dramas usually have a very simple narrative structure where things just keeps happening without a proper flow - I mean, something happens, it gets resolved, and then something new happen that keeps the story move; you know, all those little problems that aren't really all connected together (like, the main characters get together and then someone new appears that comes in between them; or it turns out that, idk, the family was homophobic all along, or that one of the characters actually had a complicated relationship with their family - things like these that are disconnected).

Maybe it's because Jack and Joker has a pretty solid and complicated plot, but something that I really love about it is the way everything that happens is connected, everything is a direct consequence of the characters' actions. It's like this since the first episode until the last one - the plot is brought forward by the characters' actions, everything they do has consequences on everything and everyone else. Like, Joke seeks Jack's forgiveness, so he wants to steal the ring for him, and he works with Tattoo and Hoy -> Tattoo steals the necklace which causes problems for everyone -> they need to steal the necklace back -> Jack meets Rose again, which causes everything else to happen, etc etc

Everything is connected. And I think it all comes back to one of the series' themes, which is that everything we do has consequence, that even if out intentions are good we can't predict what our actions will cause; that we live in a community and that we cannot think about ourselves only bc every time we do something that can end up influencing someone else's life. that we can't be selfish in a community.

[darabeatha]

Valentines' personality test ! : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐍𝐄. 𝐋.𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑.

[entering--hyperspace]

Cannot imagine whatever is going on through Mr Leonard Echowatcher's head. You spend your life yearning for a world where you lived differently, where the day wasnt soaked in war, blood, and battle. Where you could envision a future where you have a partner and a family with friends to live gracefully with. But then you are given such opportunities only to find you were never taught to be gentle, you have a gentle, empathetic nature and yet the physicality of it is a stranger to you. You are expected to raise a child with gentle hands so that she saves the world, What does that even mean? How can you accept your growing love for your friend when you were never taught how to love, that intimate love is a luxury best left forgotten, there are no need for such things in war. He has to learn to become the things he wanted bc he grew too old to develop it naturally. He becomes a father to taimi fumbling his way into learning how to care and parent, he is defensive of Aurene bc he is from a culture where they arent expected to raise their own young and yet has to do so with a dragon. It feels like a test, He has to prove both to others and to himself he is capable of being a father, of nuturing, that calloused, stained hands can still be gentle. He has to accept that love is a terrifying leap of faith in vulnerability in order to gain a partnership that is considered a rarity. I love the idea that he spent 30 years yearning for things he thought he would never have and when he is actually given those opportunities (albeit admittedly through unusual circumstances) he has to learn how to actually live in them, becuase they were always just Concepts until now. Ohhhh my god Mr. Leo you are my everything