#I waffle about the likelihood

[dreadsuitsamus]

Bleach Men Taking Your Baby to the Grocery Store Headcanons

author's note: yes the premise is random but it's also very cute and perfectly in line with my recent onslaught of baby fever. also, the banners in this post were created by the always amazing @actuallysaiyan!! thank you for the gorgeous banners, babe! 🩷🩷🩷

pairings: kensei muguruma x reader, byakuya kuchiki x reader, grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader, renji abarai x reader, ichigo kurosaki x reader

warnings: children ages 5 and younger and grimmjow's parenting lmao this is mostly fluff and some mischief mixed in from the babies

Kensei is definitely the tough parent of the two of you, and he relishes in that fact

But goddammit do those baby eyes make him waver

As he carries little Mila into the store, he tells her they're only there for necessities

No candy, no sugary cereals, only what you've tasked him to buy for dinner

Despite being only three and a half, however, Mila has a pretty good idea of how to get her way with Kensei

It's gotten slightly less effective since the pacifiers have been removed from her arsenal, but anything that cracks her dad's tough exterior is remarkable as is

It starts off innocently enough, though soon the way she sings her little song and bops her head around becomes rife with intent

"Daddy, can has hug?" She blinks up at him, holding her arms up

Either he's willfully choosing to fall into the trap, or Kensei is merely blind in the face of his precious girl

"Of course, baby." Kensei picks her up from the cart and kisses her wonderfully chubby cheek, leading the cart behind him as he continues through the store with Mila hooked on his hip

Mila curls up, humming as her eyes scan the shelves for something she wants

"Hold Momma's list for Daddy, okay?"

Mila's little fingers hold the list carefully, and soon Kensei is at a crossroad

"Broth. What kind of broth?" He mutters, fishing his cell phone from his pocket to call you

As usual, it turns into a bit of a squabbling match. He thinks remembering every little detail is silly, and you think you've made this dish so many times he should know you need chicken broth

Kensei is sufficiently annoyed by the time the phone call ends, and Mila strikes then

"Daddy, can has kiss?"

"Yes, baby." She gets a kiss on either cheek, and the kiss she gives his cheek right back is just about the final nail in the coffin

With Kensei holding her, she's able to reach the shelf and snag a little box of animal crackers

"Daddy, can has this?"

Played by the fucking toddler again!! That's three times this week!

"... Don't tell your brothers." Kensei sighs, hanging his head in shame

It's not all bad though; he does get another sweet kiss from his princess

Byakuya is a strict but ultimately fair father

Little Jasmine has grown up under his watchful eye, though through that she's certainly learned just how many of his limits she can press and how to get around them

Going to the grocery store is rare, and even more so if you're not present for the journey

But it's vacation time, and you're busy setting up the cabin for your family's stay, so Byakuya has been tasked with gathering enough groceries to make it through dinner and the morning's breakfast

Byakuya holds Jasmine’s hand and they walk inside together, Byakuya using a tissue to pick up one of the small hand baskets. There's no telling the last time this thing has been sanitized!

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Byakuya asks the five year old, and Jasmine hums thoughtfully

How can she end the first day of this vacation with a delicious banana split?

Appealing to her father's tastes will increase the likelihood of success, and her father is quite fond of spicy foods…

“Can we have curry?”

The light in his eyes isn't missed by the girl, and she can practically taste an ice cream sundae with a waffle bowl already

“You're becoming more accustomed to spices, I see.” Byakuya hums and begins to survey the store's offerings, whereas Jasmine is mentally preparing her list for dessert

“Daddy?” Jasmine dials up the sweetness in her tone while Byakuya examines the various cuts of chicken on display

“Yes?” He hums

“Can we have a treat tonight?”

“What sort of treat?”

“A surprise treat. Please, Daddy?”

Byakuya pauses. He's no fan of sweets, and in general sugar is limited in the Kuchiki household

But she did say please

“Mm… I suppose.”

Byakuya doesn't meet your eyes when he and Jasmine return from the store with more ingredients for ice cream sundaes than dinner and breakfast combined

He is such a sucker, but he's happy to be played when he receives his banana split with a chocolate syrup drawing of his beloved Wakame Taishi from his darling daughter

Renji tries his best to be a strict father, but his determination wavers frequently. He wanted for many things as a child, and as a parent he doesn't wish to push that same feeling on his child as long as he's capable of providing a warm, loving home

Not to mention, that damn two year is old is just so cute it makes his heart melt at the mere sight of the toddler

“C’mon, honey, gotta get some soup for Mommy.” Renji murmurs as he carefully takes little Rin from his car seat, carrying him into the store on his hip

“Why?” is Rin’s favorite question right now, and Renji’s eye twitches a bit

“Because her tummy is upset.”

“Why?”

“... I don't know.”

“Why?”

“I don't know!”

“Why?”

Renji gently pinches his son's lips between his fingers. “Shhh… Quiet time.”

But of course, the moment he lets go, Rin is back at it again

“Why?”

“Because now Daddy has a headache.”

Rin, as gently as he can while simultaneously not managing much grace in the act, pats his father's sunglasses that sit atop his head

“All bedder?”

Renji's lip practically wobbles at the sweetness. “Yes, Daddy's all better. Thank you, sweetie.”

Rin rests his head against his father, playing with the Renji’s chain while he surveys all of the varieties of soup, Renji occasionally pulling the chain away from the baby's open mouth

Rin whines after his third attempt to eat the necklace, so Renji quickly grabs the first can of chicken noodle soup he sees and makes a dash for the checkout. No baby meltdowns in public, for the love of God

Renji gently bounces the baby, pleading softly with him to calm down. It's not working very well, however, and these damn checkout lines aren't moving at all!

Desperation wins and Renji's grabbing a lollipop before he knows it, tearing the wrapping off and popping the sucker into Rin’s teeny mouth

His plan to calm the baby works, and by the time he's actually able to check out and purchase the soup, the small pop is already gone and the tantrum is starting to blossom again

And just as Renji gets the baby strapped back into his carseat, he checks his phone to see a text you sent twenty minutes ago that practically sends his eyes popping out of his skull

Can you pick up a pregnancy test too?

He glances over at the toddler, and can practically see the boy as a big brother already

Even with a fussy baby in round two of the long lines, Renji's smile doesn't waver and he just kisses and coos at the hopefully soon-to-be big brother

Grimmjow is an interesting parent. Much like how every day with a four year old is a mystery, every day with Grimmjow is a deep dive into the unknown

So when sending the man and his mini-me to the grocery store, you're not quite sure what they're going to come home with. Hopefully it at least includes the items on the list, otherwise dinner is going to be very different from what you've planned

“Oi, keep up!” Grimm looks over his shoulder, the four year old having been distracted by a vending machine

“Want snack.”

“Too bad. Let's go.”

The toddler’s stare is a little too lead paint-y for Grimmjow's liking

“Zen.” Grimmjow looks on, unimpressed as he fishes a coin from his pocket. “Fine, brat. You win, you get a snack. I win, I get a snack.”

That gets the boy to smile, clapping his hands as he jumps in excitement

Grimmjow smirks. “Heads I win, tails you lose.”

The coin is flipped off of Grimmjow's thumb and he catches it easily, Zen waiting with bated breath for the results. Does Daddy win or does he lose??

Grimm sucks his teeth, shaking his head and tucking the quarter back into his pocket. “Heads I win. Tough luck, kid. Maybe next time.”

Zen pouts, watching his father slip a dollar into the vending machine and press the buttons for a honey bun. “Aw man…”

“C’mon.” Grimmjow opens up the snack, taking a big bite and grabbing the front of Zen’s coat, carrying him inside of the store like a handbag

The boy can't help but giggle as he looks up at his father; he loves air jail!

“You're in jail. Stop laughing, fuckin’ psycho.” Grimm shakes his son a bit, hiding his own laughter into the next bite of his honey bun. He's a hardass, but that baby's laugh is precious and melts him like ice cream on a sunny day

Heads turn at the way Grimmjow carries Zen, but Grimm is highly unbothered by such judgment. His kid is happy and healthy, and anyone that thinks otherwise can kiss his ass, for all he cares

“You got the list?” Grimm looks down at Zen, the boy fishing out the neatly-folded post-it note you lovingly tucked into his jacket pocket

Grimmjow perks a brow as he reads off the ingredients you've listed. “Say, kid—” he looks down at his son. “Whaddya say we ditch the list and get some pizza instead?”

Zen claps happily at the idea and Grimm grins menacingly, crushing up the grocery list and tossing it on the floor as he hoists his boy over his shoulder, stuffing the last bite of the honey bun in his baby's mouth whilst flipping off a scandalized woman at the checkouts

Growing up with two younger sisters was good for something after all, Ichigo thinks as he wrangles his twin girls through the parking lot with relative ease

The three year olds are stubborn and independent, having insisted they walk instead of having daddy carry them! But they still want to hold his hands, of course

why no he is not melting like a lava cake, why do you ask?

The girls gasp at the sight of a shopping cart with a racecar on the end that's the perfect size for two little ones!

“We don't even need a cart.” Ichigo deadpans, though it's in one ear and out the other as the babies pile into the little racecar, turning the steering wheels and beeping the (thankfully noiseless) horns

He feels like an idiot but as the dutiful father he is, Ichigo complies with his girls’ wishes and pushes the cart into the store

Chubby fingers point as little voices call out for candies and trinkets, and Ichigo's quick with each of his responses

“No.”

“I said no.”

“No ma'am!”

He's definitely cleaning their ears out when they get home, because clearly they can't hear him! Why else would they ask for things a million times over, hm?

“Daddy always say no.” Indigo pouts, her sister nodding in agreement. All they want is some candy!! Why is Daddy so mean?

Ichigo sighs in frustration as the aisle he needs to go down is absolutely packed, and he's stuck with this behemoth of a shopping cart. Settling it at the end of the aisle, he kneels down to make eye contact with the girls

“Stay put; I’ll be right back.”

Ichigo quickly rushes down the aisle, weaving between people to get to the pasta section

Now… If only he could remember what shape of pasta you told him to buy

Indigo and Imani look at each other, covering their mouths to hide their mischievous giggles

Those Push Pops they were eyeing are still nearby, and Daddy isn't!

As the tag team they are, Indigo and Imani spring into action, Indigo rushing to get the candy while Imani (who turns up the cuteness to a ten!) rushes down the aisle to her father

Ichigo frowns and picks up Imani, scolding her for leaving the cart

It isn't exactly effective, however, as the baby eyes and the cooing let her off the hook easily

When they get back to the cart after Ichigo remembers which pasta you've requested, he sets Imani back into the racecar

Indigo slips a blue Push Pop into her twin's hand, the two of them sharing a conspiratorial smile

They almost get away with it too, though when Ichigo's strapping them into their car seats he notices the lollipops

“Stop stealing!!!!”

These girls will surely be the reason he takes medication for his blood pressure, and he dreads the day when they become teenagers!

#kensei muguruma x you #kensei muguruma x reader #byakuya kuchiki x reader #byakuya kuchiki x you #renji abarai x reader #renji abarai x you #grimmjow x you #grimmjow x reader #ichigo kurosaki x reader #ichigo kurosaki x you #bleach imagine #bleach headcanons #x reader #reader insert #bleach fluff

[happiest-hotch]

omg would you please do a domestic morning fic where they make breakfast for Jack , and someone from the bau drops by (they haven't told anyone about them dating yet)

yessss i'm a sucker for some domesticity

Your mornings are always best when they're spent at the Hotchners' apartment, getting a taste- that always left you wanting more- of what it would be like to live there permanently.

"Good morning," Aaron says cheerfully as you walk into the kitchen where he's making coffee, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you to him.

"Hi, handsome." You reply, cupping his cheek with one of your hands and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. "Coffee for me?"

He nods, handing you your designated mug. "Can't have you without caffeine." He jokes.

You hit him on the shoulder. "You can't be mean to me this early in the morning."

"Sorry." He apologizes, smirking at you. "I'll wait, what, another hour?"

"I'll give you half an hour if you're making breakfast." You counteroffer.

He laughs, the type of laugh only you and Jack get to hear. "You drive a hard bargain." He says before leaning down to kiss you. "But deal." Another kiss. "If you're helping."

You love cooking with him, too. Although, you probably do more sitting on the countertop distracting him than you do helping.

Before you can ask what you're making, Jack joins your hug, wrapping his arms around both of your calves and pressing his cheek into your legs.

You bend down to pick him up, properly hugging him while Aaron watches fondly. "Good morning, mister. How'd you sleep?"

"Good." He answers. "I even had a dream."

"Really?" You pull back to ask him. "What was it about?"

He reaches out to hug his dad while talking animatedly to both of you. "I was at one of those places where you can eat all types of food."

"A buffet?" Aaron clarifies.

Jack nods before continuing. "And I was having ice cream with my broccoli." He breaks out into a laugh that sounds like his dad's and it makes both of you laugh, too. "It was pretty silly." He agrees.

"So that's what you want for breakfast?" You propose. "I think there's some chocolate in the freezer."

He screws up his nose in disgust like you're serious, shaking his head. "I want... pancakes or waffles. I can't choose."

It's a big problem for a six-year-old, and it's one you know how to solve. "We could have both. We each make one, and you get to be the judge."

Aaron's eyes meet yours, and there's a spark of competitiveness in them. "I dibs pancakes."

He's taking the option with the greatest likelihood of winning. It's what Jack usually likes the most and it's what he's best at making. With the odds stacked against you, you still need the glory and bragging rights that come with beating him. "Game on."

Aaron offers you a handshake to officiate the deal which you accept before getting started on your task while he seats Jack on one of the barstools.

There's never a breakfast without lots of talking from Jack. Sometimes, you're sure he came out chatty. You're pretty sure you're going to win your little competition as you narrate to Jack how delicious your waffles are going to be while holding a hand over Aaron's mouth whenever he goes to do the same.

When there's a knock at the door, he goes to get it, assuming it's a package delivery of something they don't need but you ordered anyway.

Unfortunately, the design of the apartment means that as soon as you walk through the foyer, you can see right into the open-plan kitchen and living room, and that's exactly what Morgan does.

Jack gets down off his seat when he sees him, running to hug him, oblivious to the surprise on all of your faces.

"What is L/n doing in your kitchen at 8 in the morning?" Morgan asks Aaron, in a little bit of disbelief. You both know he's actually talking about the reason you're in your boss's house in pajamas.

"Cooking waffles, Derek." You answer with the blatant truth. It makes Aaron smirk behind him.

"Wanna stay?" Jack offers him. "I'm getting pancakes and waffles."

Morgan looks between you and Aaron again. "I can't, sorry, little man." He regrettably turns down the offer. Still, he's smart enough to know Jack's predilection to talk. "I am going to have some questions for you later."

"About what?" Jack asks obliviously.

"Y/n and your dad." He answers.

Jack totally throws you both under the bus with his honesty. "They kiss a lot." Yeah, he's pretty much driving the bus.

"Okay." Aaron cuts him off before he can continue gossiping. "Say goodbye to Derek, and then we can eat."

It's the not-so-polite way of kicking Morgan out. He gets the hint, saying goodbye to Jack and walking mostly out of the room before looking at you both again with his stupid smirk. "I'll see you two on Monday."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #criminal minds

[kkongdakz]

“ A LOOK AT YOU. ” ft. han yujin

yujin x gn!reader, genre : fluff, warnings : none, wc : 994.

installed in the back of the classroom, your chin stuck against the palm of your hand, you can't take your eyes off han yujin's angelic face, bathed in sunlight. it's no secret that the teenager makes your heart beat a little too fast, since the first day he entered the class. but despite the fact that you are inevitably remarkable, yujin does not seem to be aware of the signals you are sending him. a sigh leaves your lips almost silently, while a silly little smile spreads across your face.

« hey? earth to y/n, are you listening to me? » your friend's voice slightly wakes you up from your reverie, and takes over your attention for a few seconds. « uh? » you answer her nonchalantly, observing her annoyed look, as she scribbles in her notebook, « so i was saying, you should tell him how you feel. »

a scoff left your lips as you turned your face towards yujin again, shrugging your shoulders in response. « mhh.. maybe one day. » — and even if you didn't believe your own words, you let yourself think that, you never know in advance what the future is made of.

on his side, yujin was fighting the urge to turn his gaze towards you, even for a second, being too afraid to blush hard, if by chance your eyes would cross his. a sigh left his lips as he tried to concentrate on this complicated mathematical formula that the teacher kept explaining, but his head thinks of nothing but you.

twirling his pen between his fingers while bouncing his leg mechanically under his school table, he was surprised to hear the voice of his table neighbor and friend, disturbing his tranquility. « you are absolutely not discreet, » yujin frowned, turning his gaze to the boy next to him, « if you want to look at them so bad, just do it. but stop bouncing your leg, you stress me. »

yujin apologized — but not without gently shoving his friend's shoulder in the process, before biting his lower lip while thinking. a little look at you, couldn't hurt him, right?

but before he could do anything, the bell announcing the end of classes went off in the school, causing students to rush out of class. and when he finally dared to turn towards you, he faced an empty desk, your quick steps having already led you to the school exit. a sigh of despair escaped from his mouth, as he rubbed his face under the amused look of his friend, the latter patting his shoulder as a sign of compassion, before leaving the room in turn.

little did he knows, you were not far from the class, chatting with your friends — when you realized that you had forgotten something in the classroom. « oh wait, i forgot my lunch bag.. » you say as you start to walk back, waving to your friends and smiling, « go ahead without me, see you guys tomorrow! »

as you trotted towards the classroom once again, you didn't expect to run into yujin who was about to leave the room. raising your head towards his face, you plunged your eyes into his for a few seconds — but these simple seconds were enough for your heart to race and suddenly, you didn't know how to speak anymore.

« i- uh.. i.. yujin- » when you said his name, yujin could feel the apples of his cheeks blush instantly. he smiled shyly without moving, not knowing where to put his eyes, his hands became sweaty, and the tips of his ears were burning.

biting your lower lip in nervousness, you suddenly lowered your head to stare at your shoes. maybe it was time to tell him that you like him? after all, the likelihood of you both being alone in the classroom right now, was practically zero. but you were with him, face to face, and your heart was pounding like crazy in your chest.

on the other hand, yujin thought it might be time to invite you to eat waffles with him on a date. so he tried to think as best he could, looking for the perfect words to use to ask you out, and when he finally got an illumination, you finally came to your senses and moved in front of him.

suddenly, you moved away from him to go around him and to your desk, under his disturbed and panicked eyes, thinking that maybe he might have done something wrong. even if it hadn't moved a millimeter.

crabbing a sheet of paper and a pen from your bag, you scribbled a few words on this paper, before timidly offering it to him.

yujin looked at you incredulously, grabbing the pale pink post-it note in the shape of a cherry blossom. he watched you carefully for a few seconds, before reading the words carelessly resigned in black ink, and he swore he heard a sweet spring melody wafting into the classroom through the windows.

it was like an explosion in his heart, as if it was going to escape from his chest, so much it beat. a nervous laugh left his lips as you desperately waited for an answer from him. then, he folded the notepad, carefully placing it in the inside pocket of his jacket, heart side.

then finally, he held out his hand to you, looking at you in the most tender way, that you felt like melting like an ice cream under the sun. shyly slipping your hand into his, yujin slowly intertwined your fingers together, gently pulling you closer to him. and there, without warning, he leaned over to place a shy but warm kiss on your cheek.

« i like you too, y/n. » he whispered, like the most scandalous secret, and you could feel your heart explode with joy.

decidedly, today was really a stroke of fate.

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[shihalyfie]

From one Appmon enjoyer to another, do you know what this series' standing with Bandai/Toei is? It really feels like the Appmon's inclusion and exclusion with the rest of the franchise is constantly pinballing. It's included in stuff like the anime anniversaries, the Digimon museum and is at least acknowledged in the questionnaire for the upcoming 25th anniversary book, but then it's a no show for the vote for best anime opening and the manga is missing from the manga competition PV. Any idea?

I've noticed this too, and this is only my personal observation and take on the issue, but the way I've been seeing it is like this: the Toei side (Digimon Partners, Kizuna website timeline, aforementioned museum, basically anything that has a stronger emphasis on anime production) has  been showing no restraint about treating it like another Digimon anime and including it proudly in the lineup with everything else, whereas the Bandai side (Digimon Web, card game, Premium Bandai, etc.) has been waffling on whether to consider it as part of the franchise or not and has been more flip-floppy on it, probably leaning more on the side of excluding it.

I'm going to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that part of this is another of the Digimon franchise's usual "right hand not talking to left hand" issue. Toei produced the Appmon anime and thus understands very well that it's pretty much the same as any other Digimon anime in terms of substance, writing style, story concept, and even production pipeline (the Appmon staff list is full of people who worked on older Digimon anime too, after all). So to them, Appmon really is the same as any other Digimon anime and is another part of their portfolio they should be proud of.

However, Bandai has a much weaker relationship with the anime, and things get much more complicated when you start taking into account all of the Appmon-related things that are not anime. When you consider the Appmon "IP" as a whole, it is true that at first glance, it looks more like a spinoff branch than anything (it has its own website portal too, so someone giving it only a cursory glance could easily assume that there's no point putting Appmon things on Digimon Web because the dedicated Appmon site takes care of that), it had its own card game, it had its own trademark registrations, and its monster lines and evolutionary systems are somewhat more incompatible with the main Digimon lines than even the Xros Wars lines used to be. I imagine someone working with Digimon-related stuff at Toei is probably going to have a much higher likelihood of understanding how close of a relationship Appmon had in practice with the mainline series than someone at Bandai who only got a list of all the relevant merch lines and naturally jumped to the conclusion "yeah this is a spinoff branch, ignore it for now." Most of the people reading my blog here are probably coming from the anime fan perspective, but it's important to remember that the anime is only one part of the entire IP's branding.

In other words, it's basically the inverse of that really awkward period between 2014 and 2019 when the Bandai side had no problem treating 02 as normal while Toei was treating it like some kind of cryptid.

Another thing to consider is that, as much as it breaks my heart to say this, it is true that there is a certain not-insignificant branch of the Japanese fanbase that absolutely loathes Appmon with all of their being, or at least wants it to stay as far away from their precious Digimon franchise as much as possible. This attitude is much less pronounced in the Western fanbase (or at least, if you do have a condescending attitude about it you'll easily get a whole crowd of fans treating you like a laughingstock) mainly because to be this hardcore of a Digimon fan at all means you really need an extra level of dedication, but I have definitely seen an entire Japanese Digimon fan camp that cares more about the Digimon null canon and species/evolutionary lineup than they really care about any anime or anime story at all. To them, it doesn't matter how close the anime was in style to the traditional Digimon style, it doesn't even matter if the anime was good or not, Appmon was still that weird thing that threatened to dismantle all the existing Digimon lore they'd built up over the years and turn it into something unrecognizable, so they want nothing to do with it.

Even ones who aren't downright condescending about it still clearly don't want to see them mixing; I was watching a Japanese YouTube video recapping the history of the Digimon franchise, and once they got to the 2014-2018 period, they labeled it "heaven and hell" due to the rather turbulent period that was and labeled different parts of it "heaven" or "hell", but Appmon was branded "not sure if it's heaven or hell" because the YouTuber's attitude was basically treating it as a financial and branding failure that attempted to completely go off in a weird direction, and although he did acknowledge "people who watched the anime said it was actually pretty good, though" it was treated like a comparative footnote. And unfortunately, this part of the fanbase is responsible for funding a good chunk of the franchise in terms of merch, especially the card game, which is the franchise's current effective life support and is a reason I'm particularly apprehensive about whether Appmon will ever be able to get any representation there.

But on the flip side, things like Digimon Partners don't have to worry about that -- because anything that selects for the anime-loving part of the fanbase is therefore also likely to be more closely targeting people who care about the anime, and therefore are more likely to care about Appmon. Like for instance, the fact Offmon actually was a winner in one of the merch polls; I'm not too surprised that happened on Partners, but I'm definitely not as confident that would have happened on Digimon Web. Digimon anime fans are generally the ones who are most consistent about wanting to see Appmon included in the lineup (and, I mean, really, I don't exactly know anyone who actually liked the Appmon card game, and very few people played the 3DS game, so the anime and to a lesser degree the manga based directly on it are honestly the only parts of that entire IP branch that actually got any significant following), so it's understandable that the Toei side would be more likely to pick up on that and be more proactive about it. Which, mind you, is still something that's only specific to the last few years; after all, it wasn't even that long ago since they were in that phase of everything besides the original Digimon Adventure being unworthy of note, so it's really thanks to their attempts at restoring their relationship with the fanbase and improving their PR that they've been making headway at since 2020.

#atamatajiih #shiha's ask box #appmon

[infinitxes]

MATHEMATICAL THEORY AND THE GOJO SATORU HELLSCAPE

Read on! Here’s my last lil tidbit on physics. Disclaimer that I’m not a physicist or a mathematician! I’m just a massive nerd.

Just for interest! Interviews with Gege say that Gojo is able to manipulate relative distance (aka. space) between targets, but his own canon explanation of infinity states that he is slowing an approaching target.

Blue is achieved by reducing a given distance. 1000m can be collapsed to 10m and so forth in an infinite series (think of a dividend number series where the values are reduced as n goes up), which results in a rapid attraction towards a central point.

Red is achieved by amplifying a given distance. For example 1mm is blown up to 10m, to 100m, to 1000m- resulting in a rapidly expanding repulsive force.

Hence, his Infinity might be explained via a controlled adaptation of the above. The distance between himself and an approaching target grows smaller and smaller, never quite reaching zero and stopping at a given point (a quantifiable distance value or a self-determined limit) which I assume he can control as his barrier is wider at times and practically skin tight at others. He alters not time, but speed by proxy of manipulating distance.

All that’s relatively simple! What’s more difficult is the explanation of Purple. Gege states that Purple is a combination of Red (推) and Blue (拉). 

[ 推 = 拉 ]

However, the laws of science dictate that a combination of equivalent repulsive and attractive force will result in a stable equilibrium. This state is low in entropy and minimises potential energy, able to resist external displacement by default. As a result, this isn’t exactly a destructive state.

[ 推 > 拉 ]  -  [ 推 < 拉 ]

The first would be an example of a badly executed Red. Both forces are exerted, but the repulsion of Red trumps over in the end. Vice versa for the second.

For Purple, I’ve read interviews where Gege specifically cites mathematical theory regarding imaginary numbers and Kullback-Leibler divergence.

            Imaginary Numbers

The former illustrates the result of the quadratic equation  x² + 1 = 0 , hence  x = √-1. This solution however, is an impossibility considering that the square of a real number cannot be negative. √-1 is referred to as i, which is an imaginary number.  In addition, consider also that there is an ambiguity with regards to whether the value of i is a positive or a negative value since the resultant value of a root is theoretically ambiguous by default.

(-2)² = +4 (+2)² = +4 Hence with x² = 4, x could either be - 2 or +2. Same goes for i.

Any number which become associated with the element i are known as complex numbers (e.g. 3i + 4, 2i). More on this later. 

            Kullback-Leibler (KL) Divergence

KL divergence refers to a likelihood ratio concerning the two probability values of P and Q. These two values can be distinguished via Y, which represents an observed value drawn from either P or Q. The KL divergence is thus, the value which is derived from obtaining Y from P.

This applies well to all the waffling about Gojo’s theoretical manipulation of space. Think of Infinity, where the perceivable distance from a target is observed to be the same (hand stopping three centimetres away from him) despite his ability to change it (endless extension with nearing vicinity - 1.0 → 0.5 → 0.25 → 0.125 → 0.0625 → ∞).

To draw information about a given point (e.g. X) from P or Q results in information gain and loss. Imagine two people standing at two different points gazing at the same target. Their perceived distances will be different (e.g. 5m as compared to 15m, an information gain of 10m from the latter point, and a loss of 10m from the former), hence these distances become asymmetric. This isn’t too relevant later on, but I thought it worth perusing since it was specifically mentioned in the interview. 

           So what does this mean?

IMO KL divergence doesn’t really explain Purple. Reading the interview relates all of this heavily back to the manipulation of space as it pertains to Red and Blue (and by extension, Infinity- if you ask me).

Personally I like to think of Purple as matter erasure. It’s a combination of attraction and repulsion which results in a destructive or consuming force (going off what is seen in the manga). What the manga shows us is already largely impossible considering the concept that combining Red and Blue would theoretically form a stable equilibrium that is inherently resistant to change. But this impossibility is what sticks out to me.

             Complex Domain

My own justification relies on the idea of the complex domain. This refers to any subset of values which lie on the complex plane, which is a theoretical graphical depiction derived from mapping the coordinates of x (real numbers, -1 to 1 on a unit sphere), y (imaginary numbers, -i to i) and z (x+ iy, 0 to ∞). Mapping these coordinates will result in an Argand diagram. Stereographic projection of an Argand diagram gives us the Riemann sphere, which gives us a one to one correspondence of points of a sphere onto a flat plane. How this is done is by positioning a unit sphere over the origin point (0,0,0) and drawing a line from any given point on the complex plane to the north pole of the sphere. This results in the drawn line crossing one point (z) before reaching the north pole. This point (z) is that which is plotted onto the graph. 

However, the north pole of the sphere itself does not correspond to any point on the complex plane as no line can be drawn from the plane to the north pole that would intersect it in a way that would derive a z value. Hence, a theoretical point at infinity is assigned to this north pole. The complex plane with this theoretical infinity point is referred to as the extended complex plane.  

The point of infinity is a theoretical value used to symbolise a limit. An implied limit. Think of the equivalent of a vanishing point in perspective drawing. Do you see where I’m going? Gojo states that his technique allows him to bring infinity into existence. Similarly, Hollow Purple thus enforces (brings into existence) a vanishing point which defines a theoretical limit beyond an arbitrary distance where objects vanish. Hence allowing them to- well, vanish!

That’s all I got, folks. Let’s eat some grass together. 

#ic:satoru #[analysis] #//really a lot of gege’s explanations are math based rather than physics #//so that’s what I went off for this #//I had a ridiculous amount of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy #jjk meta #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk analysis

[the-heaminator]

Ooh i can't pick a number but idk something with Lithuania because he gets two hours of sleep a week and I want cringe because I'm bored.

What are potatoes, why are potatoes, how are potatoes, what's Feliks doing with a cucumber? Did he deepthroat a cucumber?? Did Latvia multiply, the fuck???

This was Lithuania's inner monologue in the EU meeting, he could scarcely keep his eyes open and nothing made near as much sense as it should, hell he was contemplating potatoes like Descartes waffling about the human conscience, or lack thereof in his case because who in their right mind would try and survive a week on no more than two hours of sleep.

This bitch, who else, actually don't answer that, the list is probably longer than it should be.

And yes Poland did deepthroat a cucumber, its Poland, questioning it is going to get you more questions than answers, and Latvia did not in fact multiply, as much as Latvia himself wanted to do as much, no Liets fucky vision and tiredness gave out and there were like 3 Latvias.

He didn't particularly register it due to the sleep deprivation but even Germany looked concerned, Finland almost always looked concerned in his presence but now looked like he was ready to bury this bitch, whether in covers or in hard dead ground was not known to anybody at this moment, Tolys didn't register this but Finland had a palpable aura of menace about him, Estonia was far past concerned and was trying to stop Finland, he wished to find a more calm, or at least less reliant on blunt force trauma way to get Lithuania to sleep.

Latvia was restraining Poland, who knew that if he got cuddled a bit he would be out like a light, but they needed to be in a good place in a good time for that, and this was neither.

Finland was ready to use his fists.

The fuck is a potato, why are so dependant on a new world crop, Russia looks shorter or something idk someones about to die though, probably Alfie, speaking of, there was a space jam movie was there not, released a few years ago, I should ask him about that.

And was mistaken for Russia by Tolys' sleep deprived state.

The meeting was adjourned finally, and through some miracle of habit, he got up and started walking out of the meeting room, a little stumbly and not completely there, but he hadn't fallen over yet, whether that was good or bad was anyone's guess, and he somehow managed not to walk into anybody either, but as soon as he got out into the rather bright sunshine he seemed to hiss like a vampire. Or Gilbert, same thing really.

He got caught up to by the gang + finny, who in the nicest possible way, pretty much abducted him, Fin knocked him out, Raivis dispelled questions like a pro, Eduard had the key card, fished from his ass pocket while Feliks carried him, bemoaning his crusty back and that Lithuania had put on weight recently, most of it being his fault because he made sure he took seconds at every meal, like a mum would, and Liet didn't mind, but that also made him kinda heavy for Feliks' poor back.

He was passed onto Finland to carry, he was quite a hit younger than Poland whose back audibly cracked as he stretched, and was carried by him for the rest of the walk to his hotel room, whence he was dumped onto the bed and tucked in, Finland and Latvia were left in guard, Finland to guard Lithuania and Latvia to guard Lithuania from finland if that makes any sense, the other three fucked off somewhere to get food.

Food was good, and it wasn't too likely that Liet would wake up anytime soon, and if he did there was not much of a likelihood that he'd stay awake for any long period of time. But even then they brought food for him, like true homies do.

Absentmindedly Latvja stroked Liets hair, it was thick and luscious and there were little flecks of grey throughout it, he was getting kind of old now and him pushing his body like he still did wasn't good for him.

"Idiot." Said with nothing but affection .

#The heam writes #Beetroot! #I literally do not know what happened here. Cringe and crack had a child methinks #hws lithuania #hws poland #Hws Latvia #Hws estonia #hws finland #I've been 72 hours on 4 hours if sleep but this is something else liet I must say #I wrote this in like 10 minutes and did not check for spelling grammar or tensing

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Of the second batch of “in progress” stories - which are you most excited about?

Out of that batch, I have the strongest feelings of both excitement and fear over Spiral & Collision and it's follow up story Ellipses & Ignition. Those were originally written as Everlark fanfictions. They're sci-fi stories, kind of inspired by the Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot tales.

S&C was my contribution to the 2017 More Stories to Save Lives charity collection and I never got around to posting it publicly. That's because, after much waffling and consideration, I've decided to try to flip it to an original and finish the series as such. So there's an insane amount of excitement and self-induced pressure, but also a lot of fear surrounding that story. If I can't pull it off, I probably won't ever post it publicly as an Everlark story. Mainly because there are elements of it that will, in all likelihood given my previous experiences on here, receive backhanded comments or outright backlash. And I am frankly not ready to deal with that again. But the possibility of sharing it as an original is really exciting, although I do not have a snippet that I'm confident enough to want to share right now. Thanks for the ask, Anon!

#wip file game #spiral & collision #anonymous #look at that ask

[al-the-remix]

I think people are just making jokes because they're relieved that Geno isn't leaving after all! It's meant to be light hearted :)

Yeah, I mean this in the least offensive way possible, but I really do not care whether people are joking about this or not. I am not feeling lovely light-hearted at the moment.

The main issue I have with how this was handled had to do with the fact that this happens every year. Literally every year. This is why I dislike the time period from post-draft to pre-season so thoroughly. No one seems to have retained the lessons they learnt a mere 365 days ago. Yes, the fact that Geno had reached the end of his contract this year made the likelihood of him being traded higher than average. Still, the organization has had close to a decade to build a relationship and understanding with Geno that should negate these sorts of issues. The fact that there’s new management is not a good enough excuse, not when there’s been so little turnover in the rest of the front office. 

In my opinion, Geno was the only one who reacted in proportion to the events at hand. The Pens had two choices this year; they either drop the core players who’ve reached the end of their contracts (which we already knew they weren’t planning on doing) or they make a commitment to keep the ageing core players and prioritize them riding out the rest of their careers together, which is what the fans want and the players want and what the organization had communicated that they wanted but did not transition it smoothly into practice. 

Considering the history of how they’ve fumbled negotiation and communication with Geno in the past they should have gone out of their way to make him the first player they locked down, not the last. Obviously, they did not. They gave Tanger six years at six, then waffled over giving Geno four. Committing to Tanger until he’s 41 is not any less unreasonable than committing to Geno until he’s of a similar age. Both are injury prone and approaching 40, and it’s impossible to foresee how the future will unfold.

By going about things the way they did, they made it seem as if they’ve been claiming they want Geno as well as Tanger all along when in actuality they only wanted Tanger (and Rakell etc. etc.) And because Geno is not stupid he picked up on that and felt upset and disrespected, rightfully so after everything he's given to the team.

If that’s not the case, then they really managed to screw up dealing with a player they wanted this badly. So either they’re dishonest or they’re incompetent, neither is a flattering look for the team. 

Don’t get me wrong, I am very pleased that Geno is back and that Sid hand a hand in it (even though it shouldn't have had to escalate to that point,) and I’m excited about the upcoming season. Other people are allowed to react however they want, but so am I and the last thing I am at the moment is amused. I'm amused like 99% of my life. Right now I'm irritated and will be for a while.

TL;DR  If I hear a single rumour or Yohe article about a potential Geno trade or someone having to fly out to wherever Geno is to assure him that yes, they really do want him--and no, they mean no disrespect--the subsequent post-season I’m taking a sledgehammer to everyone in the organisation’s computers. Lol, your privileges have been revoked. 

#asks

[for-the-love-of-javert]

is there a reason you didn’t provide a “none, he’s gay” or even a “none, he’s asexual” option on that poll, when listing people javert might have gotten with? because that man could be ace, he could be gay, both would fit javert really well. but into women? literally never. genuinely not possible for him.

The question was about Javert dating female characters

Male characters poll to come another time.

It was purely a random idea to do that poll while I was thinking of something to post. And the question was about 'If Hugo had allowed Javert to have a gf'.

There aren't enough slots in the polls to do male and female characters in one poll. Anything is possible and I don't interpret him as being gay when he's never even had a sexual encounter. Also this question could also include purely platonic relationships with no sex but some affection.

It's meant to be for fun not a serious debate thing. Also I write fanfics and I write my AU Javert as hetrosexual/cis. I don't read his and valjeans 'relationship' as being a sexual/romantic attraction either. Though I would neve rule out the possiblity or even likelihood of them being friends. I do not see them as being in love in any way what so ever. But that's just me. I see Javert developing a respect for Valjean and an admiration for the fact that Valjean has managed to turn his life around and become a good man. Maybe a bit of jealousy too because Valjean was able to experience something that Javert has never had. Love, a family, a child. But we will never know for definite whether he is was homosexual or not because there is no hint of him ever having a relationship with anyone in the book. Not intimately not even as a friend. He is a loner. Him being a-sexual is something I wouldn't dismiss. But he lived his life like a monk and aside from his work as a police officer/man of the law and justice, which was the fundemental core of his entire existence he has nothing and nobody. So I do think it's wrong to say it's not possible for him to have relationships with women. Surely he'd keep his options open before deciding which way he is inclined. I wouldn't rule out him being bi.

But honestly I just didn't get the gay vibe from him at all. Not when he hasn't even experimented with anyone or been on a date. Also he's emotionally shut down except when he gets irritated/angry with criminals. I don't think he's ever let anyone in if I were to stick with the canon storyline. Dude keeps himself to himself and obviously his life is much easier that way. I also think he has serious mental health problems throughout his life that he manages to keep in check until the night he commits suicide. Then he got hit by the emotional/mental runaway train and he couldn't handle it and jumped.

I'm not dissing you for thinking that he's gay, a sexual, a triceratops or whatever (my brain is shutting off now I need some sleep) , you interpret it however you want to. I just didn't interpet it the same way as you and with no further writings from Hugo or anyone who knew him to state whether he intended for Valjean and Javert to be gay or anyone else for that matter. Then I can't see that as canon because that's just not how my brain absorbed the info when I read the relevant parts.

But imo anything is possible. So yes, I think relationships with women or just one woman is definitely a possibility. Also aren't some of the barricade boy's gay/bi and could certainly be interpreted as being one or the other. Javert is far more complex a character to me. There's a lot to explore and consider with him. Lastly. If someone had asked me before I started my second reading of The Brick which character I thought was gay. Without seeing the films or musical, I'd have said Marius. But then Hugo married him off to Cosette so........

Sorry for the waffling reply. I'm off to bed now. See if I have regained my ability to spell and give shorter answers tomorrow. It's 4.28 am lol.

#asks #ask me anything #poll queries #time for me to go to bed

[sohannabarberaesque]

You'll never guess what explains why The King IS The King, to begin with ...

So let's start at the proverbial beginning, more or less: "You might say that yours truly picked up on the cool schtick by way of a seriously-in-freefall Wonderland Zoo. I assume you know about the Hair Bear Bunch as were resident there, but it may fascinate you to learn that yours truly happened to gravitate therefrom. And it took the shock closure of the zoo to leave me in discovery mode, to, in essence, learn 'cool' and then some."

So, I take it, you learned your habit over time: "How correct you are! And there can be no doubt that my fondness for the Kookie-model comb routine, Brylcreem and all, on my rather luscious mane, and the denim jacket, slightly faded for the most part, came along gradually ... as well as my troupe."

Could you perchance introduce your troupe? "Ohhhh yessss ... I've Yukayuka, a hyaena fond of the 'old school' sort of practical joke--the fake vomit, the whoopee cushion stuffed with Miracle Whip, the exploding cigarette ends ... not to mention the Johnson Smith catalogues as used to carry such. There's Big H, who I'm fond of calling 'The Original Hungry Hungry Hippo,' and I assume you know the reasoning ... Clyde, the simian class jock type who somehow can't make it among the girls ... and Skids, an alligator who tends to be not only mechanically-minded (as in our jalopy), but also somewhat naive and hesitant. Witness the bucket he's fond of wearing over his eyes."

I understand you happen to have a girlfriend, Sheena by name, and a leonine type herself: "A rather interesting sort of gal. And I can't help but find her especially attractive as much in a nightshirt as wearing but herself. Know, Sheena isn't exactly the one who wants to put herself in that 'Queen of the Jungle' schmaltz, but she's a lioness--a very likable lioness who can't resist such passions as sharing the bed with yours truly and making love with her ... having some wonderful weekend waffle breakfasts ... and just splashing in the surf by our little beachside bungalow out by Malibu, if you know where that is, and maybe pulling off some bodysurfing."

Has anybody ever suggested the likelihood that Lippy the Lion may be a close cousin of yours? "HIM?! That vagabond? Pretty amusing prospect of Your Majesty that Lippy the Lion could likely be a relative of such cool-minded royalty! Still, though, the opportunity to meet him might be worthwhile, and perhaps have Sheena fix up some sliders we could munch on."

What would perhaps be your ideal sort of weekend, just out of curiosity? "Probably at the Malibu bungalow with my queen, Sheena ... just taking in the sheer fascinating power of the surf and the sand. Especially with the bodysurfing, as I noted earlier, and some diving as well. Oh, and maybe grilling some burgers or hot dogs, and try not to be surprised if fascinated surfers show up and demand some 'quality time' with Sheena and me. Too, I think you recall the time when Big H managed to win a surfing competition with a surfboard we happened to make in spite of Certain Devious Tricks from a challenger who was just envious ... but then again, we do enjoy the odd bit of company among Malibu's surfriders."

Rather surprising that lions can actually swim: "However did you guess that leonine fact? I think I owe you a burger plate and a malt for that. A real, old school malted. Hand-dipped ice cream, the rich taste of malted milk powder, whipped cream on top--isn't that heaven!"

*************

@warnerbrosentertainment @groovybribri @jellystone-enjoyer @funtasticworld @archive-archives @thylordshipofbutts @screamingtoosoftly @princessgalaxy505 @themineralyoucrave @thebigdingle @warnerbros-blog1 @zodiacfan32 @theweekenddigest @iheartgod175 @warnerbrosent-blog

#hanna barbera #fanfic #fanfic friday #character profile #heyyy it's the king! #the king #sheena #character personality #backstory #wonderland zoo #malibu #motherbu #hannabarberaforever

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Knives Out | Erik | Trial 1.5 | Re: Just… All of That. / Attn: Erisu, KOKONE, Everyone, An and Calluna

“...Ah, Kabasawa-san? Yes, sorry for disturbing you so suddenly, and believe me, I would prefer that our conversations remain what they were days ago. I do not agree with everything you do, but I respect you and our friendship and most of the choices you have made, and as such I am asking this of you with as much sincerity as I can manage in a scenario like this.”

He tilts his head away from Erisu with a smile, green eyes boring into Arakiel. “Please restrain your partner from attempting anything on my friend, or he is going to learn the fun way to eat corn-on-the-cob with no fucking hands. Thanking you kindly.”

A deep breath, and it is back to as normal as Erik can manage here. He turns to Erik A. “I do not believe we have established or confirmed who was cutting the fruit at the time of the stabbing. Keep in mind that Miss Murphy was supposedly writing shortly before the incident, and thus not holding the knife in that particular moment. If anything, she may have set the knife aside, and reacted when someone else entered the room and picked it up, perhaps? I acknowledge your theory, but I do not think we know enough about the circumstances of their meeting to determine exactly what happened from the evidence we have, so I can neither verify nor deny which one of us is correct.”

Next is Byrne. “If we are narrowing down the pool of suspects, then the shared alibis between you and Erik A, Miss Danger and Eureka, and the trio of Lyrica, Ae-ra and Arakiel eliminate the likelihood that one of you is involved, barring the low but not impossible chance that it was a team effort between the individuals in a group. I will assume otherwise for simplicity’s sake. Both the spa robe and testimonies of Lyrica and I clear Miss Erika and Tanji-san respectively. The lack of any black in their regular attire further clears AIRika, who literally does not wear anything in black to start, and both Kabasawa-san and Miss Ljunggren as far as I can tell from here and what I know of their outfits. I am also willing to trust that Miss Ljunggren has no reason to lie about seeing Kaguya-hime in bed at seven. and there would not be a very good reason for her to be considered a suspect in Miss Murphy's passing.” He takes a deep breath. “The four remaining suspects with no fully verified alibi and black clothing material are Mx. Lapis, KOKONE-san, Eri, and of course, me.”

Erik pauses, glancing over to KOKONE. “I understand that Mx. Lapis can confirm they saw you still sleeping as they woke up, and I can vouch that you went to bed at 4 like I did. I am willing to argue that it is highly unlikely you did it, but not impossible, if your roommate is intentionally waffling on the last time they saw you awake.” 

He won’t address Lapis, he’s said enough and wants to wait until they have a chance to respond.

“Eri favours their right-hand, but given the potential for ambidexterity, I understand that is not sufficient to clear them of suspicion. On the topic, however, I am ambidextrous myself and I do wear black clothing,” Erik freely offers with little hesitation. “I suppose on her own grounds of KOKONE-san being less likely to have done this, it would be just as similarly contrived for me to spend only two hours sleeping and the rest in action. That is all I can presently offer you, and feel free to contribute if you have anything to add or disagree with in that summary.”

He glances behind him to the sisters. “That being said, Mx. An, Ms. Calluna, may I request permission to once again get up to assist in any body checks if the group believes we should conduct them? And I suppose, further permission for whoever will be joining me in that regard. Two people will have to keep each other honest if we do, but I will not impose it if people do not think it necessary.”

#Azr #chapter1 #trial1 #submission

[sounmashnews]

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[tk-tae-and-symphony]

random thoughts iii

1. in honor of left and right: in many of their cutest moments, tae is sitting on the left and jk is on the right (from the audience perspective). thinking of gda 2020, the be group interview, the documentary watch party in 2020, festa dinner 2022 and, of course, the hs concert.

men tend to focus on their dominant side. this places tae on jk's right and jk on tae's left. make of that what you will since tae is ambidextrous.

other quick-hit thoughts:

2. i don't think there's merit to tae-pbg rumors after paris. if anything (at all), it'd be one-sided heart eyes from pbg. tae posted one picture of them together and didn't even tag pbg. ngl the 50 photo dump (from pbg to tae) is a bit weird

don't think there's any truth in tae-bp j or jk-bp l either. tae barely interacted with bp l the whole time. not how you'd act around your bestie's girl or your girl's bestie. them living their best lives pole-dancing tho? 100

3. from the way he's tagged him on insta, visited him on set and the way they're posing in the its friend.cation poster, cws seems to be one of tae's closest friends. i love that cws only follows jk on insta

4. tae visiting jh on the more mv set and bringing waffles is too cute. it's always seemed (to me) like amongst the vegas quad, jm and jk are besties while tae and jh are besties. total friendship goals

maybe it's placing too much emphasis on one singular moment but the moment that cemented the likelihood of tk as a couple and not j*k*k for me was during the be album dinner meeting 2008** about the lgo mv. at the end of the video, jm is clearly gesturing for a box of corn dogs. jk picks up a box and instead of passing it over to jm, he carries it back to his seat and opens the box angled towards tae

the ptd lv clip of tae asking only jk for a bottle of water (and pouting when he doesn't get it) has the same vibe. tae honey, you have 4 hyungs+jm walking around on stage who would gladly pass you a bottle

earlier in the same 2008** video, tae gets overwhelmed and curls his body inwards towards jk at one point as he tries to consolidate his thoughts. it reminds me of s.w.z. muster where tae thinks he forgot his phone and immediately runs to jk

5. it could have been complete bs when they talked about it in their v.live but the idea of tae and jk practicing their card throwing for their grammys performance through cracked open doors while jk was sick made my heart smile. the notion of tae just wanting to be around jk is so sweet. also sweet: tae waiting for jh and jk to watch the ss concert

the maknae line clearly has no boundaries but the way jk's hand reaches out to grab tae's jacket (that's being held right in front of his crotch) without tae so much as flinching despite the sharp movement towards him is telling. all the guys are struggling with the jackets but jk keeps his eyes on tae the whole time even after they move apart

tae tends to take pictures where he's posing really closely with other people. his lgg pictures come to mind. it seems important to him to stress that there wasn't any real flirting going on. later in the video, tae makes sure to make eye contact with someone off-screen when he says that he didn't say anything of substance to or at the start of the performance. i think he says the same thing later in the v.live too

6. do you know me: i could replay tae's smile at jk when jk realizes tae has beer in his fridge on loop

jk based his answers to the fridge questions on each member's personal preferences (like jin not liking cold foods). the inference: tae doesn't drink/like beer - which the members seem to acknowledge - so there's no reason for him to have it in his fridge. jk's reaction read a bit like he's the one who left the beer in tae's fridge and then completely forgot about it

jk seemed more excited about getting the beer question correct than concerned about getting other questions like jm's solo trip and restaurant review or jin's ice-cream questions wrong

also lol at the memory of jk drinking white wine with ice out of a mug. tbt tae and jk's bottle of wine during their un trip in 2021

7. tae seems to have a mark on his neck in the wv pic in his hbd army post and it's only obvious bc of how he's tilting his head. has that always been there just covered up? there's no obvious mark in his drive vlog

#taekook

[iamafictionfreak]

Kinnporsche - theories/predications/nattering's and potential spoilers, you have been warned:

One moment (as I scrounge around google images for a screen capture of...)

THIS GUY!

Big.

Now… one other thing that I’m enjoying (immensely) about KinnPorsche is the total absence of the light/dark motif (good/evil and so on and so forth) seemingly inherent in all forms of fiction in the present day.

I see no hero or villain - just multitudes of grey and white and black all mingled in.

Kinn and Porsche are the protagonists, and I suppose in a very loose sense of the word, you could fit them into the ‘good guy, bad guy’ paradigm, but it would be poor – plus old – storytelling.

Besides, why limit them from the get-go, right? Pre-existing themes decide the fate of the characters – we already know what’s to come because of it. That, and it allows for all kinds of savagery and brutality to be done in the name of good and to have sympathy and compassion bestowed upon evil. We allow evil to win and we love to villainize good.

And, it’s a very external conflict – good and evil, bad guy, good guy, light-dark; there’s a deciding outer struggle which tends to be the main focus of a show/movie/book. Bad guy surfaces to oppose everything the protagonist hero believes in and fights for yada yada yada.

But KinnPorsche features very internal conflicts of the heart and soul. What makes it so much more original (despite being based on a BL novel) is that this shades of grey drama, comedy, thriller, romance and hopefully soon to be filled with beautifully filmed sex-capades, is also a show focusing on how two men - who appear very different but are actually a less commonly used kind of similar - can fall in love in a very rare way. It’s less good and bad than it is morally questionable acceptance of a prolific, potentially cutthroat, violent, and debasing environment versus the reality of various internal awakenings of the intensely sexual variety leading to a hopefully wholesome understanding.

It isn't even subverting expectations at this point - a show like this is a wild ride BECAUSE it's rare.

So, when I say that Big is possibly not to be trusted, I don't mean that he's a bad guy. Just that he's another different kind of grey zone.

This honestly isn't based on much :

In episode 1, Big gets shot - this paves the way for Porsche to fill in for him whilst he heals, now... it was a veritable kill zone there (that Big led them into, AHEM). A tight space, no corners, no places to duck and dive, boxed in and their opponents are on motorcycles with semi-automatics. This is pull the trigger, spray and prey that you get as much 'human meat bag' as you can. It could have been a fluke, it really could have, but in all likelihood he should have been riddled with bullets and he wasn't.

He was also the sole bodyguard to survive???

The other thing is that whilst we have Ken being this wise-ass, very in need of a father figure (which is probably why he loves Kinn and this family so much) sarcastic self as he pulls Porsche to pieces, Big is far too defensive about it. Again, this could just be a deep loyalty that he feels Porsche is walking all over with his defiance and disrespect. But he seems genuinely angry. At nothing much really.

(I mean, yes, he's been shot, but it almost felt like Kin hiring Porsche was a personal slap across the face-)

So either I'm making too much of this, OR... Big is two-timing. Or spying. Or he has two bosses. Or something, I don't know.

Doesn't make him a bad guy - also doesn't necessarily make him someone who dislikes Kinn, since he works for him. There's a lot of history we know zilch about - but if I'm right, Big might be betraying him so there's at least one subplot that'll cause problems.

I LOVE PROBLEMS.

And with there being a second family, could a man have two masters - one within each family?

WAFFLE FINISHED... I bet I'm talking absolute crap with this.

#kinnporsche

[tragedybunny]

Wise Men Say, Only Fools Rush In - Chapter 3 - Manic Monday

Katarina Du Couteau desires only one thing in life, to make her own destiny beyond her family's legacy and manipulations. To that end, she accepts a job with Noxus Holdings, working under CEO Jericho Swain. It isn't long though before she finds herself challenged in ways she never expected and making choices that will alter her life forever.

I have finally updated. This chapter is a bit shorter but I'm happy it's here. I hope my activity will be a little more regular in the future.

The alarm that dragged me from sleep was both jarring and unwelcome. Rolling over, I smacked at my phone, the whole time indulging in a fantasy about just calling in. My mind was hazy with tempting visions of curling up under the covers and staying there until the afternoon.

Did I not request your recommendation first thing Monday morning? I winced hearing that commanding voice echoing in my mind and threw the covers off.

It had been a mistake to let Garen stay as late as I had, one that I could only blame myself for. When finally I’d let go and embraced the moment, I was lost in him and everything else receded. No stress, no work, no family drama, it was just us for a beautiful moment, and that disconnect between us vanished. Finally, we could just be, and love each other with that familiar simplicity.

But the price for all that was staying up ridiculously late to finish the project for that morning. Which all lead me here, scrambling around my apartment, lost in a sleep-deprived fog, stumbling through my morning routine. By the time my mind was fully conscious, I’d managed a cup of coffee, a cold shower to try and stir some life in me, and half my morning commute. With real thoughts came the barest tinge of resentment, tickling the back of my mind. He’d known how busy I was and yet he still came barging in last night.

Sighing, I took a sip from my travel mug. It sounded too much like the kind of negative conclusions my mother always came to. It wasn’t like my own effort had been stellar lately, it made sense he felt the need to reach out. Next time though, I’d just have to stand firm on the boundaries.

Next time, the thought caused me to grimace. That was another matter entirely. Would success with today’s little project mean that the CEO would feel free to constantly dump rush assignments on me or was this another one of his little tests? Just thinking about him made my muscles tense. How was he both infuriating and captivating? The likelihood of getting an answer about my fate before it was far too late seemed pretty low. Too bad Sam had to be so hostile, she could be useful. Maybe Darius? I did technically report to him. I made a mental note to corner him later.

For the rest of the trip, I contemplated my fate, waffling between grim resolve and tentative hopefulness. As I reached the elevator I hurriedly pulled my phone from the pocket of my charcoal suit, hearing the doors close behind me. Even with all the rushing, I’d left myself with no time to stop by my office or even think about what I was about to present if I wanted to get set up before Mr. Swain arrived. Jabbing the button for the top floor, I felt any vestiges of a pleasant mood melt away. Today seemed destined for disaster.

Practically seething at how downhill it had all gone in a few hours, I burst into the small conference room the three of us had been routinely meeting in. Behind me, the door bounced back and slammed shut. “Rough morning Ms. Du Couteau?” I froze, he was early. Of course he was, Mr. Swain was exacting about everything else, why not punctuality as well. “Do sit down and try to lose the scowl. Darius will think the whole company is at risk.”

“Right.” Awkwardly I sat, powering on my laptop and avoiding glancing in his direction at all costs. Repeated exposure had done nothing to make him any less intimidating. Maybe it was the ever-detached demeanor. It was ironic that I discovered more courage against my own family than ever before and lost it all where he was concerned.

“Cinnamon?’ The bemused tone interrupted my fiddling with the laptop’s connection to the conference room screen.

“Hmm…oh…yes.” I glanced over at my mug, “it’s…” and catching his dark eyes peering at me lost all concentration. For once his expression was one of genial curiosity and not the usual serious scowl. “I add it to the grounds, makes the flavor deeper.”

“Interesting.” I desperately focused back on my screen, dying a little inside from my fumbling around and my heart inexplicably thundering against my chest. “It seems a little more cozy than what I’d expect with you.”

My laptop was finally mirrored in front of us and I could stop and breathe. He wasn’t the first to believe I was all sharp edges and hard spots, but for some reason, it mattered more with him than I would’ve expected. “I’m not a lawyer every second of the day.” I focused on opening my notes and getting my presentation running, I couldn’t look.

“Fair enough, but I can see you as someone who never loses that sharp disposition entirely.” It hit far too close to home.

My lips parted, a retort starting that would likely cost me greatly when the door swung open and Darius sauntered through it. Five minutes late and he didn’t even bother to look apologetic. “I know Jericho, I’m unprofessional and a terrible leader.” The smirk he shot my way caused a frustrated huff from beside me.

“At least you managed to make it in. Your brother on the other hand is yet again absent. It’s a wonder he remains in my employ.” The levity vanished. It wasn’t a threat, but a show of dominance, of who could determine all of our fates. Darius had been too free with his attitude and Mr. Swain had reminded him where we all stood.

“You’re an asshole.” Darius dropped into the chair on the opposite side of me.

Clearing my throat, I started to press on, the tension was no worse than a typical night at my family’s dinner table. “So here’s what I’ve put together. Our intern, R, claims working conditions were cruel and degrading, that management encouraged infighting amongst the interns, and she was frequently harassed. She’s seeking damages for suffering due to mental stress.”

“Last time I hire one of her scholarship pets.” It was muttered under his breath and the venom was enough to keep me from remarking.

“While from all the information present I don’t see an easy win for the plaintiff, I would still recommend we settle.” The air was heavy with my words and beside me, Darius grunted.

“Go on.” Mr. Swain’s voice was calm, as though he had absolute trust in what I would say next.

“If she does somehow win, this opens the floodgates. Every intern we’ve ever had will be lawyering up. Settle with a non-admission clause and an NDA. That should keep us clean.” Settling back, I awaited his assessment.

“And if she doesn’t settle?” He already knew.

“Destroy her, drag it out, expose every sordid detail of her life.” I found a perverse confidence in every word.

“That is truly brutal Ms. Du Couteau.” And he appreciated every bit of it.

“Isn’t that a bit much?” Darius's crossed arms and furrowed brow could not have made his thoughts more clear.

In my line of work, you quickly learned to lose moralistic notions about the actual people associated with a case, and sometimes even the facts of it. There was simply the case at hand, and ensuring that your client’s best interests were represented. It was a lesson Father had imparted on me early in my career and frequently thereafter. “She’s threatening this company. Unless you’d like us all to take the fall for whatever happened. Besides, something feels off about this whole thing.” It had been nagging at me since I’d finished the notes, something tugging at my mind that wouldn’t let go. The facts just didn’t add up for some reason. “It’s like her story doesn’t make sense in some places.”

“I was hoping you would come to that conclusion.” Without pretext or ceremony, Mr. Swain stood. “I have some things to look into.” Before I could ask what he hoped to gain from my conclusion, he began to walk away.

He left us there, staring at the door he exited through, silent and thoroughly confused. Sipping the last of my coffee, I turned to the large, somewhat sullen man beside me. “Is he always this enigmatic?”

He was still glowering at the unfortunate door. “He has his moments. More importantly, he seems pretty impressed with you again.” His gaze turned my way. “Seems like you have a real opportunity here. Just don’t get in any elevators alone with Sam.”

“That’s the truth. You really think it’s going all that well?” The more cautious part of me fought back a small smile.

If Darius caught it, he blessedly said nothing. “He’s never going to be overtly effusive praising anyone but yes. What he’s said so far is about as good as gets.” Collecting his things he stood. “Let’s see what he throws at you next.”

It would’ve been ominous for anyone else, but trial by fire was the Du Couteau way. So instead of dwelling on it, I packed up and made my way back to my office. Sam welcomed my arrival with a glare and a slam of her door. As hard as it was for me to think favorably of her, there was no way she would’ve made it here if she hadn’t excelled. She too once must’ve faced the same arduous climb I was facing. The realization struck me like a slap to the face. I needed to keep it in perspective she was a force in her own right, not just an annoyance for me. Eventually, we would have it out between us, and then maybe we could put these tensions to bed. For now though, I’d focus on this winning streak and getting the next one.

Validation came swiftly though, the next day I arrived to find a note on my keyboard in Darius’s blocky scrawl. The case was dropped. Congrats. Come up and see me. With a triumphant smile, just in case Sam was lurking nearby, I followed his instructions and made my way to his door.

Darius’s office was much like the rest of the building, repurposed industrial, minimalist, and clean. To me, it seemed a perfect fit for his personality. He was unfussy, direct, and blunt in a refreshing way, the opposite of many of my family who surrounded themselves with ostentatious wealth to prove their value to themselves. At his welcoming wave, I entered and lowered myself into a comfortable, well-used chair in front of his desk.

“First Mr. Swain and now you, all these private meetings are going to start to look like an HR incident.” Darius and I were developing quite a casual relationship despite me being his subordinate, his personality made it too easy though.

He crossed his arms and grunted. “Getting cocky thinking you’re the only one.” He quirked an eyebrow and for a second I faltered thinking I was taking it too far. Then he grinned. “I have to give you a little bit of a hard time Kat, or all this success will make you insufferable.”

“Why it seems to have worked out fine for Samira.” I needled back.

A deep laugh engulfed him. “You’ve got me there. Anyway, whatever you put in those notes got Jericho fired up.” It was a strange sensation to hear the man’s first name. “He shut himself up in his office and made some calls, next thing you know, it was all over with. So since you’re quickly proving yourself to be a top asset, I’m supposed to give you ‘the invite’. Friday night at eight, Izumi’s karaoke night.”

“Uh, what now?” I stared at him dumbly.

“Twice a month, this sushi place over in the Settlement turns itself into a karaoke spot. Every so often we hit it up and our best performers are invited for a night of team building and networking, and drinking.” With a conspiratorial look, he leaned forward and spoke a touch more quietly. “He chooses who gets the invites and there was a lot of insistence on your inclusion.”

It was clear, if I wanted to continue to be in favor attendance was expected. “I’ll look forward to it then.”

With a startling quickness, he leaned forward. “Kat, I like you, so let me be blunt.” As if he wasn’t usually already. “This could drag you even deeper into the politics of this place. You’ve caught his attention, just be ready for what comes next.”

Likely I’d find myself with more than just my current rival. It didn’t matter though, all that mattered was that shiny lure of success, of proving myself on my own. “I’m sure I can handle whatever comes of it.”

He sat back and nodded, clearly satisfied he’d done his duty. “Alright then, we’ll be expecting you.” Dismissed, I got up and headed back towards the door. “Oh, right. Plus ones are encouraged, feel free to bring your fiancee and introduce him.”

I kept my expression neutral but mentally I was shrieking. “Sure.” The mere thought of dragging Garen to a Noxus company event made my stomach drop. Worse yet, I contemplated while traversing the halls, if he didn’t show. Would that look bad for me? Did Father tell Mr. Swain that I was engaged to someone from Demacia Corp? There was nothing to be done though but head back and bury myself in work until I could call him.

Time crawled until lunch as I half-heartedly churned through another contract in its earliest iteration, my mind nowhere near on it, my nerves completely tensed. Damned if I do, damned if I don’t. Waiting until it was appropriate, I slipped away from my desk and headed for the small greenspace that existed beneath the shadow of the office. An older group of buildings had been razed to erect the Noxus Holdings HQ. While the interior design had a vintage approach with many repurposed pieces, it was in fact quite a modern structure. In corners of the property that no longer were needed for building space, small public parks had been established. Mr. Swain had been the one to oversee the new HQ, but who added the greenery remained a mystery. Each one held a plaque that simply read: “For Quiletta”.

Pulling out my phone, I settled on a bench underneath a stately willow, the shade offering relief from the early summer sun. Got a minute? Hesitantly I hit send, almost hoping he didn’t.

After a nervous minute of scrolling through ten different apps to try to take my mind off it, my phone buzzed. Sure hun, what’s up?

Before I could over-think, I started calling. It was only a few seconds before he picked up. “Hey, didn’t realize you needed to call.”

Great, he already didn’t sound happy. “Sorry love, I can let you go if you can’t talk.”

“No, it’s fine, just gonna hide here in the bathroom for now.” His forced cheer put me off and I desperately wanted to back out.

I soldiered on. “Are you busy Friday?”

“Never where you’re concerned. What’s up?” He’d perked up and seemed genuinely excited. And I was about to torpedo that entirely.

“There’s this work function, a karaoke get together…” I let it hang, seeming unable to go any further.

“Hmm. And I take it I’m invited?” The excitement vanished and his tone became skeptical.

“Yeah, it’s open for everyone’s SO’s.” I could almost hear the disapproval radiating from him. “There’s a lot of excitement to finally get to meet you.” A little embellishment couldn’t hurt at this point.

There was silence for a moment that seemed to go on forever. “You know I would run into hell for you. So, I guess this isn’t really all that different.” The laugh that accompanied his words didn’t really assure me at all that it was a joke. “What time should I come by to get you on Friday?”

“Seven-thirty.” I wanted to make sure we weren’t late. The sooner we got there and had some appropriate social time, the sooner Garen could escape my evil overlords. My building wasn’t actually all that far from the Settlement, a tangle of aging neighborhoods that had accepted immigrants from disparate cultures. Over time they had created a vibrant, diverse area that was now home to many restaurants and clubs that were top destinations for those in the city. I could’ve walked there to meet him, but getting caught in a sudden summer storm would lead to me arriving looking like a drowned cat.

“Alright babe, see you then, I gotta run. Love you Kat.” He seemed at least resigned to the idea.

My teeth dug into my lip. Now that he had agreed, I was overcome with dread for it. “Love you too.”

#jericho swain #katarina du couteau #swain x katarina #league of legends #league of legends fanfiction #fanfiction #jericho swain x katarina du couteau

[writingisthecoolesthobby]

Self-Care JetPens Haul

This month has been A Lot. I’ve been trying to force myself to love some supplies I got last year (Midori notebooks, Spectrum Noir Sparkle Brush Pens) and use up some of my stash (Hi Tec C Maicas) and I just haven’t been feeling it. So I bought some new stuff that I was pretty sure I would like better.

First up: Uniball Signo DX 20 color set from JetPens

Another WITCH contributor recommended these in our group chat, so I wanted to give them a try. I love the colors, and I like the thin weight (0.38). I haven’t tested them extensively, but the one I did was very smooth with no jitter even on the first write. So far, so good! I definitely think these will be a good replacement for the Hi Tec C Maicas, which are beautiful but such a disappointment in execution.

Pentel Dual Metallic Brush

A Japanese calligrapher on Instagram I follow uses these and I’ve been coveting them for a while. They’re a lot easier to prime than the Spectrum Noirs I got for Christmas, and the tip is a lot smaller. Oh, and I love the output so much, they’re exactly what I wanted.

(I really need to practice my shodo, this is bad, but you can see the shimmer).

Rhodia Rhodiarama A5 Webnotebook in Turquoise with Dots

I already had one of these in their purple shade and I just love it. I’m going to use the purple one and then this one for work. I love that Clairefontaine paper, the dot grid, so much more than the Midoris I’ve been working with (sorry, Midori!).

This is a piston converter for the Lamy pen I got for Christmas, so I can use third party inks. I was really excited about this one, and it’s actually how I justified buying all this other stuff. You can see a little sample of the Lamy vs Twisby Eco output here. I got a medium nib for the Lamy, which might still not be thick enough for the shimmer ink I’m using, but I didn’t fill it that carefully so we’ll see.

And an impulse purchase: PuniLabo pen case: Otter.

Otters are one of my favorite animals so there was a very low likelihood that this wasn’t going to delight. It’s very cute, and more functional than I thought. You can push the little nub in at the bottom and the case stands on its own on your desk.

Nub sticking out:

Nub pushed in, sits stably on a surface.

The nub also leads to a hilarious warning image from the packaging (I love Japanese goods for the heavy text they use even for what seems like the most obvious items). This is warning users never to push the nub with pens in it and the top open into your own face or aiming it at others, because the pens could shoot out.

All in all, I’m extremely satisfied with this haul. Happy writing! --waffle

#stationery #fountain pens #calligraphy #pentel dual brush #uniball signo dx #lamy safari #shimmer ink #jetpens