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igotanidea · 11 months

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Caught: Jason Todd x fem!reader

Summary: Jason and fem!reader spending the night at Roy's place and poor Lian walks in on something that a little kid should not see (or even hear....)

Warning: SMUT!! MINORS DNI! (make reasonable choices please!)

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Hanging out at Roy’s place was a mix of different emotions for both Jay and Y/N. Watching their friend fulfilling the role of a father was something they couldn’t wrap their heads around. Who would have thought that this rough, argumentative, former Green Arrow sidekick could be so…. gentle and caring.

At the beginning Jay would tease Roy about it, but soon Lian stole his heart completely. As an effect, it was Y/N who teased Jason about going soft, so he just had to stop his actions, cause it was becoming unbearable.

The fact was nonetheless, that everyone just loved Lian. She was such a nice kid, so how could one possibly not? And those feelings were mutual on little girl’s part, especially with Y/N. Every time the older girl came by, Lian just wanted the full attention, telling Y/N stories, giving her pictures she drew, asking for stories and entertainment. And she got it all and more. It was just so hard to deny that poor soul abandoned by her mother. Surprisingly, it was Roy who tried his best to make his daughter stick with some basic rules. Like sleeping time.

“Ok, I think it’s time to get some rest, little one.”

The four of them were currently sitting by the table, playing some board game, Lian taking honorary place at Y/N’s knees, hugged tightly, secured and loved and enjoying it beyond recognition. Her wide smile was speaking for itself. But the wide yawning and eye rubbing was a sign of something else and Roy learned how to read the signals.

“But, daddy…..” Lian whined and pouted “I want to stay….. it’s so nice here with aunt Y/N and uncle Jay…..”

“I know, love, but you know the drill. 9 p.m. is bedtime.”

“I’m not…..” she yawned again and it was just so heartwarming Roy found his will crumbling “tired” her little fists travelled up as she rubbed her eyes in a child-like manner. “Please…..”

“Hey there, little one.” Y/N smiled down at her and bopped her nose playfully “you gotta listen to your dad. He’s older and ….”

“Sure as hell he’s not smarter” Jason smirked and threw a glance at his best friend.

“Stop undermining my position.” Roy hissed becoming a bit red on the face. “

“Before I was so rudely interrupted…..” Y/N cut their bantering, her attention traveling back to Lian ” I was going to say that he cares for you, pumpkin. It’s all for your good, you know. One day, when you’re older you will understand it.”

“But…..”

“I can tuck you in.” Y/N offered and smiled “how about that?”

‘Can we do that?” Lian eyes grew wide and shimmered a bit, as she turned her head and silently asked Roy for permission with that pleading gaze “please, daddy?”

“I can’t see why not.” Roy shrugged and it made his daughter squeal in happiness. “I don’t think I ever saw her this excited about going to bed, Y/N. I just have to warn you, you’re up for a challenge.”

“I was never one to back down from one. Just look who I ended up in a relationship with” the girl laughed and pointed head towards Jason. “He’s more of a dare than all the little girls I know combined.”

“There are more little girls?” Lian smile dropped as she looked down.

“Of course not, sunshine. You are my priority. Now, let’s get you up….” Y/N wrapped her arms around the girl and stood up carrying her towards the bedroom “say goodnight to the boys.”

“night daddy. Night uncle Jay….” Lian waved her little hand at both of them, earning herself two chuckles and some loving words wishing her sweet dreams before both girls disappeared from the sight.

“She’s good with Lian, you know” the second they were out of earshot Roy turned towards Jay. Now it was time for some men time.

“I know. Y/N just a natural caretaker.”

“Speaking from experience?” Roy reached under the table and grabbed two can of beers, hidden there from Lian. He passed one to Jason who took it with a appreciating nod.

“I’m not exactly the easiest one to deal with.” Jace shrugged “I give her hard time, make her worried, got her walking on the tightrope. And yet, she never left. She’s still with me. The best thing that ever happened to me.”

“You sound so cliché right now.”

“Look who’s talking. The perfect father.”

“Have you ever wondered how we evolved from those violent, angry teenagers? How we ended up here?” Roy trailed taking a sip of his beverage “have you ever wondered if we actually deserve it? Deserve them.”

“constantly.” Jason sighed deeply “maybe that’s the while point. Our girls make us better. Make us want to be better. For them. Cause they see something more to us? I don’t know. But what I do know is that we are fucking lucky, Roy. And I have no intention of pushing that luck.”

“Neither do I.”

“Yeah.”

For a moment they were both just sipping on their drinks without a word. Silence was never awkward between them. Those two men were through so much together that sometimes they could literally read each other’s mind.

“Do you love her?” Harper asked a couple minutes later.

“Yes.”

“Have you told her?”

“I’m not good with words. But she knows.”

“You sure about that?” Roy teased “girls like words. They like being told that you care. Actions are one thing, but sometimes are not enough. Use your tongue.”

“Oh, trust me, I do” Jason smiled wildly, some dirty memories running though his head. Memories of her underneath him, tasting so sweet, tugging on his hair with surprising strenght “she never complained.”

“Please, spare me the details.” Roy rolled his eyes “all I’m saying is if you really don’t want her to leave, you should take care of her not only in bed. Otherwise someone might steal her away. She’s just a full package – beautiful, smart, caring, sexy.”

“Woah! Hold right there, Harper! Cause if you don’t I might have to beat you up, and as much as I’d hate to do it, I would if you start focusing on my girl’s attributes to much.”

“Just proving my point here.” Roy smirked “you are worried about her going away.”

“I am not!” Jason yelled in objection.

But for real, Roy’s word got him spinning. Worry, jealousy and doubts overwhelming his mind. He had to see his girl. Now.

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Y/N was sitting by Lian’s bed, finishing the story watching the little girl slowly drifting off, writing in her sleep to find comfortable position. The older girl smiled lightly, care and love written all over her face as she pulled the cover over that little dreaming figure, tucking her in and kissing her forehead gently.

“Good night, angel. Sleep tight.” She whispered

Jason watched her from the slightly opened door and his heart clenched at the sight. God, he loved her. He loved her so freaking much. And even if that subject never came out between Y/n and Jason and Roy did not ask the question at their little conversation, but more often than not Jason was thinking about having a family with his girl. Having all those things adults were supposed to have. House with garden and picket white fence. Huge kitchen were they could prepare meals together. Rooms that would be filled with laughter and happiness. And maybe, maybe¸ a few pairs of little feet on the floor, running towards him, wanting hugs and kisses and love and attention. Maybe.

“Jason…..” he didn’t even notice when Y/n stood up and walked towards him

“I….”

“Sh…” she whispered putting a finger on his mouth and that simple gesture made him melt, but also turned him on “Lian’s asleep. Let’s get out of here.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed grabbing her hand and pulling her towards their room “you’re mine now….” his eyes darkened, planning all the things he was going to do to her body.

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“Jason…..” she couldn’t do a single thing when he opened the door to the bedroom, immediately pushing her onto the walls, pressing his entire body onto her. Trapping her, getting her so vulnerable with no way out.

“You’re mine….” He hissed, his mouth attacking her hungrily, hands landing on her waist, gripping it so tight she could almost feel the bruises forming already. “You’re only mine….” He bit on her bottom lip, tugging at it, making her wet and moaning.

“I….oh, fuck” his calloused fingers found a way under her shirt, caressing her skin, goosebumps showing on her body. “Are you jealous of my time with a little girl next door?”

“Yes.” He breathed, his lips travelling to her cheek, jaw, neck, nibbling on her skin, going completely crazy, unable to stop once the fire started. “I am jealous of everyone and everything that got your attention. People, things. I envy the flowers in our flat that got to feel your soft touch when you take care of them. I am jealous of your favorite cup, cause you touch your lips to the brim of it. Fuck, you make me crazy.” He panted, hands moving higher, one brushing over her clothed breasts causing her to arch her back, the thin material of the bra and t-shirt doing nothing to hide her pebbled nipples.

“Stop talking and just do something” he whined, reaching the edge of his jacket trying to pull it off his arms.

“It was pointed to me…..” he nibbled on her collarbone, the other hand reaching towards her hair, pulling them off the knot, making them flow down her shoulders and back, tangling fingers in those silky strands, pulling her head closer “that girls like words. So tell me, baby…..” she whined when he pull the strap of her bra down, pressing open mouth kisses on her shoulders “do you need words?”

“No. No, fuck no. I need action. More of it. More….” She clawed his back.

“Whatever you want, princess” both of his hands landed on her ass, palming it for a moment, lips connecting again, this time rougher, harder, faster. Jason was a tease and a bit of sadist. He wanted her pouty in her hands, he needed to see her fall apart, even before taking her to bed. He wanted her mind blurry, the only thought on her mind being him. But he wasn’t made of steel and feeling her body pressed into him so tightly got him hard to. Got him relenting and he could not have that.

Despite her protests he broke the kiss, slowly peeling the shirt off her, reaching behind her back, unclasping the bra and bending head to lick and suck on her breast and nipples.

“Ah! Jay!”

“Yes, princess. Tell me how good you feel. Tell me you want more….”

“I want … I want more….”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he grabbed the backs of her thighs, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Feel this?” he brushed his clothed cock over her dripping sensitive pussy “feel how hard you make me?”

“Ah! Please! I need you…..”

“I’ll give you a choice baby. I can take your pants off andhelp you get release” he played with the waist of her leggings “or I can get rid of my shirt and make you feel my skin and delay that sweet high. I know you need both, but you gotta choose.”

“You are terrible.” She panted, desperately trying to move her hips to get the slightest friction but his strong arms held her still “Jason, please, you’re torturing me….” She cried

“Then choose, baby” he whispered into her ear “you can end your suffering just with one word. What. Do. You. Want.” Each word of his were followed by little kitten lick on her skin and she burst the first thing that came into her mind.

“Take off your shirt.” He moaned “just take it off, now!”

“I was hoping you would say it.” He smirked. He wanted to tease her more and her pants gone would destroy the fun he was aiming at. Instead he shrugged his shirt off, letting her hands wonder around his abs and chest, so gently, softly, sending shivers down his spine and making his cock throb.

“Please….” She whined arching back towards him, but he just pushed her back into the door, causing the loud thump to echo through the room and the girl squealed in undeniable pain.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry, baby.” He kissed her to make her forget what just happened “let me take you to bed.” Taking a few step backwards he tossed onto the soft mattress “better?”

“Mmmmm.” She whined “Yes.” She was so desperate now, that playing with luck she reached towards her pants trying to get rid of them herself, giving him access to her most intimate place but Jason was faster.

“Nah, honey.” He shook his head in disapproval “I am in control. Will you behave?”

“Yes, yes, I will, please.”

“Hm, I don’t think that’s very convincing.” He tapped his chin “just gotta make sure.”

“What….?”

“This will do the trick.” He reached under the bed grabbing the rope and binding her hands behind her head, tying it to the headboard.

“Where did you…..” she panted but was immediately cut out by his lips on her breast, stomach and getting lower

“Does it matter?” he smirked against her skin “I know you like it, don’t you?”

“I do. I do, please, please, Jason. I can’t take it anymore. I need you. I need you.”

“ God, the things you do to me.” He groaned sliding her pants of in one fluid motion and licking and sucking where she needed him most. Oh, the inferno he started just by touching her. Oh, all that craving and longing and lust and love. But she needed more as she writhed and squirmed, trapped underneath him.

“It’s not enough.” She complained

“Not enough?” he raised his head and looked at her, with a challenging look “last time I didn’t stretch you with my fingers you were in pain for days. You want that again?”

“Yes. And …. And I need to touch you.” she tugged on the rope, her wrist already red and swollen “Let me touch you, Jason.” her seductive whispering and that soft, perfect body splayed before him, ready to be devoured and worshiped broke all his inhibitions.

“Fuck!” he groaned “I want you.” he finally confessed, releasing her, pulling his pants down and pressing all his body into her. “Tell me you want me too.”

“I want you Jason.”

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Good.” His lips distracted her while at the same time he pushed inside, swallowing all her moans and those sounds coming from her mouth. She was so hot, so sexy, and her nails scratching his back only added to his arousal. “Cause I’m yours and I don’t like to share….” He started pulling in and out causing that familiar heat to build inside her.

“Give it to me, Jason. Give me it all.” She panted, heels digging into his ass, causing him to go deeper, hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

“I love you baby. Let me make you feel good…..”

“Yes!” she cried out, getting so close, so fucking close. “Yes, Jason. Right there! Right there!”

“Uncle Jay? Auntie Y/N?” soft, little voice coming from the door made their eyes grow wide, stopping at once, all that sultry, intimate atmosphere gone within second. “Fuck” being the only though on both of their minds. Y/N terrified gaze landed on Jason, unsure what to do know. Luckily it was so dark, Lian could not really see tangled limbs, naked bodies and sweat all over them. Despite all the awkwardness, Y/N managed to reach for the sheet and with a bit of Jason’s help managed to put it all over her boyfriend’s naked ass, trying to play cool.

“Hi, sweetheart” her voice trembled a bit, barely holding back a whine as Jason pulled off her, leaving her unsatisfied and feeling empty without him inside. His face was so red, he just stayed on his stomach, covered bottom up, unable to roll onto his back and face the little girl. Damn, Roy was going to kill them both, he knew that, so he left the talking to Y/N, considering her better in the field. “Did you have a nightmare, little one?”

“Not really.” Lian hugged her stuffed rabbit closer to her chest “I heard some noises coming from here and I came to see if you were all right, auntie….”

“That is so sweet, Lian. Thank you.” Y/N gasped “but didn’t your father teach you to hide when you hear suspicious sounds? That it might be dangerous to follow them?”

“He did. But never mentioned I should do that when I hear someone I love being in trouble.”

“And…. And who was in trouble in your opinion?” maybe that was wrong question but it just slipped thought he mouth.

“You, auntie.” Lian said innocently “you were screaming like someone was hurting you. But there is no one but you and uncle Jay.” She pursed her lips, her gaze becoming a bit angrier “was he hurting you, auntie? Cause he shouldn’t do that and maybe I should ask daddy to give him the talk?”

“The…. The talk?”

“He does that when he’s angry with me. And when he learns what uncle Jay did he would be angry with him too…. I’ll go get him and ….”

“No! God! Lian!” Jason almost sprung out of bed and if it wasn’t for Y/n he would cause poor girl much more trauma. “I mean…. I don’t think I was hurting aunt Y/N. She would tell me if I was, right?” he looked at her face, his eyes serious, searching for the answer. They had that conversation million times before. If she ever felt any pain during sex, she was obligated to tell him, since Jason could be rough without even realizing it. “Y/N?”

“No. No, you weren’t hurting me….” She whispered, cupping his cheek and brushing it gently, reassuringly, making him calm down.

“Then what was he doing?” Lian frowned taking a step forward making Jay and Y/n put the cover up a bit.

“He…. He…..” Y/N’s mind went completely blank “you know, sometimes, when someone have a hard week and get tired….”

“Dad always gets tired.”

“Yes, you see, in a situation like this, relax is needed. And Jace, I mean, uncle Jason, was just helping me relax a bit.”

“Hm….” Lian did not look convinced “but daddy never make such sounds….”

“Shit.” Y/N hissed quietly

“Girls just tend to get a bit more tense, Lian.” Jason chimed in, saving his girl from further explanation “they have a lot more duties and worries about boys and need to be taken care off. You’ll get it when you get older.”

“Adults always say that!” she cried out “How old do I have to be? All this waiting is just annoying! And what if I don’t want to get something. Do I even get a choice?”

“I love this kid, but why does she have to be so smart?” Y/n hid her face in Jason’s chest, unable to hide the blushing even in the darkness.

“What’s going on here?” Roy heard Lian’s cry and acting like a concerned parent busted though the door “Oh, fuck!”

“Daddy, you said a bad word.” His daughter pointed out.

“Sorry, love. But trust me, no other word would describe what I feel now. I’m just…. I’m just gonna get you out of here. Now!” he lift her from the ground hugging tightly to his chest, hiding her face what whatever she may see. “And as for you two…. We’ll talk in the morning” he warned, but neither Jay nor Y/N missed the slightest amusement in his eyes. That bastard was secretly enjoying them being caught in the middle of sex.

“But daddy, I need to know more. Auntie said uncle was just helping her relax and making her feel good.”

“SAY GOODNIGHT LIAN!” Roy screamed, effectively covering the laugh forming in his throat “cause this may be the last time you see them before I kill them both” he muttered towards his friends, leaving the room in a rush and closing the door tightly, but not before warning them to not even think about going at it again.

“Was I making you feel good?” Jason teased once they were alone.

“You were. But now I’m left high and dry….”

“Good thing I don’t care what Roy has to say about us being intimate.” He grinned and rolled over to finish what he started and she was more than willing to submit, just making a mental note to keep her moans and whines on the low.

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red-viewe · 8 months

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On my knees rn begging for Lilia Vanrouge with a S/O (or just a friend) who likes to tease him, or just people in general, maybe even giving them/him nicknames(Im so down bad for this man help)

My thots on Lilia Vanrouge with someone who likes to tease people

Bites u

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Hmm.

Malleus picks up his teacup and takes a sip from it, deep in thoughts.

He's made an recent observation involving Lilia and the Prefect.

It seems to him and many other diasomnia members including Silver and Sebek that Lilia has been spending more and more time with Y/n L/n.

Not only that, Lilia has been noticeably more and more teasing as of late.

Aware of Y/n's outgoing and also teasing nature, Malleus was sure that they were practically glued to eachother's side because of thier similarities.

But, he had to make sure that this theory was true, as he could not let Lilia fall in love with someone with ill intentions.

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The chatter of the students of NRC fill the halls, the bell ringing signaling the end of the day, but as Malleus swiftly enters a seemingly empty classroom, he hears a somewhat distant conversation admist the (now smaller) crowd.

"Hehehe, well well Y/n I didn't take you for such a bold type."

"Well, I suppose it's fair, since I didn't take you for the drity minded type, batty"

Malleus's eyes shift over to the conversation, spotting you and Lilia walking and giggling, most likely going to the light music club.

Malleus makes one final decision before turning back, letting you two continue with your back and forth teasing.

Malleus can't wait to meet you.

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Small Hcs

-Lilia with a teaser reader duo would bring any other teasing type of person to shame

-The amount of amusement Lilia gets whenever he starts a conversation with you is almost addictive

-will tease back and decides you are now stuck with him

#twisted wonderland #red-viewe #twsited wonderland #twst x you #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst #twisted wonderland masterlist #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twst fluff #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader smut #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader

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morlock-holmes · 2 years

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What exactly are we trying to solve?

The incuriosity and fuzziness with which people look at the west coast homelessness crisis drives me fucking batty.

Now look, I admit up front that I am also both incurious and wool-headed about this issue, but I work in a fucking restaurant for minimum wage. If you write a book about the fucking homeless crisis or run the city government I expect you to think a little bit harder than the average schmoe on the street, and I think that's reasonable.

One thing that pisses me off about the way people talk about homelessness is that they don't seem to know why it's bad, or what it would look like to solve it. Which I know sounds crazy but hear me out.

Scott Alexander helpfully reviews San Fransicko for me so I don't have to punch any holes in my drywall, but I want... Well, actually I was composing this as I finish Alexander's review, and I got to his utilitarian discussion at the end that cuts to the heart of the matter:

Along with all the problems and preaching, San Fransicko offers solutions. These won’t come as a surprise to anyone who’s read this far: they’re basically the Amsterdam plan presented earlier. Break up open-air drug markets. Force addicts into rehab by threatening prison sentences for noncompliance. Ban camping on streets and force the homeless into shelters. Offer permanent housing when appropriate, but make it contingent on good behavior. Have a strong psychiatric system with ability to commit people who need it, and enforced outpatient treatment when appropriate.

Would these work?

I’m pretty sure they would work well for housed people and the city as a whole. Homeless people would no longer block the streets and assault passers-by; they would be safely out of sight in shelters or in mental institutions. A new generation of tough DAs would crack down on crime. Stores could reopen, and citizens could walk the streets without fear. It’s hard for me to imagine this not working.

...

I have to admit - I talk a good utilitarian talk on this, but I don’t know if I live up to my ideals. An addictionologist interviewed in San Fransicko heaps contempt on well-off liberals who get the benefits of virtue-signaling while externalizing the costs onto poor people in bad areas:

[You] sit in the suburbs and feel smug about the fact that you oppose the war on drugs and have a Black Lives Matter sign in your yard. But you don’t have homeless people taking a crap on your front stoop every day or [have] all your packages stolen every single day

So I imagine - what if I lived in the worst parts of SF, had people crap on my front steps every day, had all my packages stolen, and (by the bounds of this hypothetical) wasn’t allowed to move to the suburbs, ever? I think I would last two weeks before I sacrificed all of my principles on the altar of “less human feces, please”.

Maybe, as a lefty, I'm supposed to read that and gasp and say, "How can you be so heartless?" or maybe I'm supposed to say, "Gosh, when you get right down to it, doesn't the poor guy have a point?"

But instead I'm going to ask:

Do you have any studies showing how effective those policies are at getting rid of human feces?

I'm not being a smart-ass, I'm genuinely wondering how Alexander didn't notice that so much of the criticism he himself quotes in Shellenberger's book has nothing to do with any of that stuff.

This is the particular quote from Shellenberger that caught me up short:

"An experiment with 249 homeless people in San Francisco between 1999 and 2002 found those enrolled in the city’s Housing First program, Direct Access to Housing, used medical services at the same rate as those who were not given housing through the program, suggesting that the Housing First program likely had minimal impact on the participants’ health."

Did it have an impact on how often they took a shit on a public sidewalk? Did it have an impact on the amount of litter they dumped on streets? Did it have an impact on time spent chasing people around and screaming obscenities? Did it have an impact on how often they injected heroine in the subway? Did it have an impact on how many sidewalks they blocked with tents?

All that fucking soul-searching, all that "Gosh, perhaps to solve the problem we simply must be cruel" and this reluctant commitment to reducing the effect of homelessness on tourists and housed locals, and realizing that, gosh, we might have to sacrifice the well-being of homeless people if that's what it takes, an utter commitment to ignoring anything but the reduction of social harm from mass camping...

And the criticism of DAH is that it doesn't improve the health outcomes of the people enrolled in it?!

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

This kind of goalpost shifting is RIFE within the discussion of west coast homelessness, where opponents of current policies or even speculative ones waffle back and forth about whether or not they give a shit about the health of the homeless or not.

Before all that soul-searching I quoted this is Scott's assessment of Housing First policy:

Conclusion: Housing First seems to work in getting people housing. It probably also helps people use fewer medical services, and it might or might not save money compared to not doing it (probably more likely when treating very severe cases, less likely in areas with high housing costs). It probably doesn’t affect people’s overall health or drug use status very much.

So... Housing first policies probably actually do a pretty damn good job at making the Homeless less obnoxious to tourists and housed people in a number of concrete ways related to litter, camping, public defecation, etc.?

There's good reason to think, pending further research, that they might actually do a pretty good job at reducing some of the problems that, after all that soul-searching, we decided were the only priorities we have?

I'm furious and unhappy at the way Portland is being covered by tent cities, mounds of trash, and grafitti. But I have this utterly baffling conversation with people where they go,

"This camping is shameful, the city should crack down on it!"

"So, get people into stable housing"

"Well, if you get people into stable housing it only puts a band-aid on the problem, they still can have health and behavioral problems that are really important."

And I always go, "Right, but I thought we were trying to reduce camping."

There's this kind of baffling goal-post moving. Alexander has a lot of paragraphs of hand-wringing over whether or not we should accept that sometimes we have to be TOUGH and HARD to really solve these problems, and accept that we may just have to care less about what Homeless people do or want, but he somehow hasn't noticed that he actually has very little data on whether or not Shellenberger's preferred policies work better than what he calls "Housing First" in terms of these metrics.

This is a wild guess and armchair psychologizing, but what seems to be happening is that in cities like San Francisco or Portland, as the problem gets worse, you, as a relatively better-off housed person, start thinking of Homelessness less and less in purely charitable terms with worries about how it effects the homeless, and more and more things like, "I don't like crossing the street because the sidewalk I was going to use is blocked by tents and piles of garbage" and "I don't like how often people chase after me screaming obscenities" and that feels somehow hard and uncompassionate, so you sort of start to assume that the only way to solve these problems is through policies that also feel hard and uncompassionate.

But I'm going to be honest, the case for that strikes me as extremely flimsy and I don't think I've ever seen anybody make it in a very convincing way.

#homelessness #astral star codex #San Fransicko #portland #scott alexander #Michael Shellenberger

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pareidoliaonthemove · 3 months

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Just watched Thunderbirds Original Series episode ‘Security Hazard’, and apart from the fact that Chip appears to be a professional trained interrogator absolutely shredding International Rescue’s ‘operational security’ (although, you could argue that Chip was in fact a precursor – or successor, the timelines are all sorts of weird – to Joe 90: a child special intelligence agent tasked with assessing International Rescue’s potential as a threat to security of … hmm, security of what? There may be a story in that … I’m sorry, where was I?), for all that it is a clip show – which normally drive me absolutely batty – it is also a rather telling character piece which illustrates how the four earthbound Tracy boys (John gets one mention but isn’t seen) sees how they and their craft relate to their siblings and their role in International Rescue.

Scott and Virgil are sweet. Despite them both trying to prove that their Thunderbird is the most important to the operation of International Rescue, both of them use examples where in their argument is sabotaged. Virgil’s example is the Eddie Houseman rescue in ‘End of the Road’, and he is forced to admit, essentially, that Thunderbird Two completed the rescue, but couldn’t do it without the help of Thunderbird One. Scott’s example of the Fireflash rescue in ‘Trapped in the Sky’ is no better; he confesses that while he and Thunderbird One arrived first and did all the planning of the rescue, it was Virgil with Thunderbird Two and her auxiliary vehicles that actually completed the rescue. Scott just coordinated. Scott also admits that without John radioing “in from the space station”, they wouldn’t even have known about the dangerous situation.

Gordon’s not much better. His example (and he admittedly has few rescues to draw upon) of the Martian Probe/Arlington Bridge rescue compels him to admit that not only is Brains directing his actions, but Virgil and Thunderbird Two are also required to clear debris that Gordon and Thunderbird Four has loosened. And also, Thunderbird Four requires Thunderbird Two to get to and from Danger Zones, which is a small detail, but also kind of a big deal when your ride is unavailable. (See: ‘Terror in New York’.)

And Alan. Alan chooses the ‘Sun Probe’ rescue. We all remember the episode: a three-person crew (Scott, Alan, and Tin-Tin) go in Thunderbird Three to try and activate the Sun Probe’s rockets so they can return to earth, while Thunderbird Two with Virgil and Brains to Mount Arkan and to try the same thing. Thunderbird Three succeeds, but is affected by the proximity to the sun, Tin-Tin collapses due to heat stroke before shutting off the signal, which ‘interferes’ with the rockets firing. Scott and Alan also both collapse before they can shut off the signal, leaving Thunderbird Two to perform the same trick they were going to try on Sun Probe on Thunderbird Three to save the International Rescue craft and crew.

But that’s not the way Alan tells it. The way the clips are edited, he completely erases Virgil and Brains’ contribution; Tin-Tin is only there to flick the switch because it is in a separate room to the ‘cockpit’ (is that what it’s called in a spaceship?), and having done that promptly collapses due to heat stroke; and Scott there to complain about the heat, as Alan manfully takes control of Thunderbird Three and return the ship to Earth.

So, in conclusion, Scott, Virgil and Gordon are all part of a team (with Scott and Virgil being the inseparable double act); while Alan is the rescue ‘rock star’ with his adoring entourage applauding his every action.

#thunderbirds 1965 #security hazard #character study #group dynamics #you will never convince me TOS Alan isn't an absolute brat #chip is scary good at interrogation

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supernatural s9e2 devil may care (w. andrew dabb)

isn't it nice to get resurrected or whatever the fuck that was with abaddon naked but with your full face of makeup on

CROWLEY Torture. Brilliant. Can't wait to see Sam in stilettos and a leather bustier, really putting the S-A-M into S&M. Honestly, boys. What are you gonna do to me that I don't do to myself just for kicks every Friday night?

okay.

there's this little drum hit the composer uses sometimes that i swear is used exactly the same way in hannibal and it's been driving me slightly batty for a number of episodes. because can i dredge up a hannibal scene that uses what i'm thinking of...? well. this isn't it exactly but it's in a similar (or same) percussion instrument and reverb/effects on it

supernatural s9e2 / hannibal s2e8 - dramatic drums of doom

lol the transition of sound to the hannibal clip was so smooth i missed the drums i was trying to listen for in the spn one. sigh. this ... is why this watching one episode thing turns into a 2-3 hour ordeal.

SERGEANT (cont'd) So unless you can give me one good reason you got a couple of pretty-boy agents poking around my crime scene, I'm gonna put them in cuffs and spank your ass raw, understand?

all right. they are very pretty, can't argue with that

CROWLEY Oh, I know plenty. For example, I know she'd love you. Skinny, submissive... you're just her type.

crowley's in a mood. needs that weekly torture wank seems like

TRACY I watched a demon slaughter my parents. And the whole time it talked about how it was celebrating. Some dumb kid let Lucifer out of his cage.

that was unnecessary

kevin's a smart cookie, he better not be falling for any of crowley's bullshit

LOL practically a nip slip with how bundled up they usually are

ABADDON So appreciate you boys coming when I call. I think that's what I like most about you Winchesters. You're so obedient. And suicidally stupid. I like that, too.

DEAN Are we gonna fight or make out? 'Cause I'm getting some real mixed signals here. ABADDON I want Crowley. Or what's left of him. DEAN Yeah? What's in it for me? ABADDON I let you die. You give me Crowley's head, and I will snap your neck, quick and clean. You won't feel a thing, trust me. DEAN And if I tell you to get bent? ABADDON Oh. Well... you know, I've loved this body since the moment I first saw it. You're the perfect vessel, Dean. You give a girl all sorts of nasty ideas. So go ahead and play hard to get, and I'll peel off this "no demons allowed" tattoo and blow smoke up your ass. DEAN Ooh. Well, I gotta tell you, between you and me, it is a horror show up there. ABADDON It can get worse. Trust me. 'Cause once I'm on top, I'll make you watch. And I'll use your body. Have you ever felt an infant's blood drip down your chin? Or listened to a girl scream as you rip her guts out? Because you will. It's you and me, lover. We'll have a grand old time.

i don't really see all the threatened sexualized violence against dean in the same way as some people (which i mean, for me is good, because it's upsetting when it does read that way to me). this one is by far way more graphic and clear in intent and distressing. up there with hallucifer's constant mentioning of rape to sam.

angel possessed eyes are cool. janky wings with feathers actively falling off made me snort

ZEKE!SAM You are troubled, still. DEAN Yeah, it's just that, uh... this is on me. I was the one who talked Sam out of boarding up Hell. Okay? So every demon deal, every kill that they make... well, you're looking at the person who let it happen. ZEKE!SAM You were protecting your brother. I am in Sam's head. Everything he knows, I know. And I know that what you did, you did out of love. DEAN Yeah, uh, look, Zeke—I'm gonna call you Zeke—I'm not really with the whole, uh, love, and... love. ZEKE!SAM But it is why I said yes.

i am, however, here for someone making dean uncomfortable talking about his very obvious feelings about sam

DEAN This is nuts. I mean, you're Sam, but you're not Sam, and normally he's the one I'm talking to about all this stuff. I'm trusting you, Zeke. I just gotta hope that you're one of the good guys.

i'm sure it'll all be fine, dean

CROWLEY Please. Your little plan to have me stew in my own... delicious... juices... pathetic. You want intel. I want things, too. Maybe we can come to some kind of arrangement. Quid pro quo, gentlemen.

very hannibal of you

supernatural s9e2 / hannibal s1e13

"Savoureux" is the thirteenth episode of Season 1, and overall the thirteenth produced hour of Hannibal. It originally aired on June 20, 2013.

Episode # Season 9, Episode 2 First aired October 15, 2013

funny. the very special episode that everything reminds nic of hannibal

DEAN Well... if she is alive, then she's dead. In every way that matters, she's dead, Kevin, I'm sorry. I know you're dying to bolt, man. I get it. But out that door, it's demons, and it's angels, and they would all love to get their hands on a prophet. So even with Crowley here, this is still the safest place for you. It just is. And we need you, man. KEVIN Because I'm useful. DEAN Because you're family. After all the crap we've been through, after all the good that you've done... man, if you don't think that we would die for you... I don't know what to tell you. Because you, me, Sam and Cas, we are all we've got. But hey, if none of that matters to you, then I won't stop you.

well i do kind of love how quick dean is to adopt someone, this kind of emotional scene with kevin feels a little out of left field. like i can see the components that led to it, but kevin was out here being miserable and tortured by himself, dean gave some encouragement and drugs. but for dean just gettin all squirrely over ezekial saying he loves sam, now he's gonna have a heart to heart with kevin? i mean, in dean-land i guess talking mushy about family is acceptable, but the L word is not.

DEAN Crap. We're living in a freaking sitcom. What about you, how's the uh, the engine running? SAM Honestly, um, I feel better than I have in a long time. I mean, I realize it's crazy out there, and we have trouble coming for us, but I look around and I see friends, and family. I am happy with my life, for the first time in... forever. I-I am, I really am. It's just, things are... things are good.

LAYING IT ON A LITTLE THICK, SHOW.

choke back that guilt there dean-o

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x02 #andrew dabb #hannibal #brian reitzell #he did the score for hannibal and it's slightly divisive because a lot of it is pretty discordant but i love it #i have had many thoughts and feelings about the hannibal score see the link at the bottom of my pinned post if you want to know more :P #tv score #spnclip

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I made a page for my OCs! It's probably better viewed on desktop, but I went with a custom Tumblr page over a carrd. Still a work in progress, but I'm happy with how it's turned out so far🖤

Theme link.

Edit: Oh yeah the side menu moves on mobile so I’m gonna have to make that static.

#marie doesn't have any fics yet so that link just goes back to my main page #and holly's fics link is to damn yankees because i still can't think of a series name for her and bucky for ao3 #battie signals

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venus-haze · 2 months

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Writer Tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @frstcorinthians🖤

Just a "proceed with caution" on the fics I've linked on this list. Plenty of detailed warnings!

How many works do you have on AO3? 42

What's your total AO3 word count? 178k

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

3 out of 5 are Homelander fics🤭

My Destruction Is an Hour Late (my first Homelander fic🥲)

She's Out To Please, She Pouts Her Best (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Bruised Fruit (Michael Corleone x OC, an honor that it’s even on this list)

Got No Reason To Run (Homelander x Reader)

Baby Let's Play House (Homelander x Reader)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always! I appreciate every single one so much!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Definitely Sinnerman, I need to write more for Midnight Mass. There's so much potential there.

What’s the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I think Eat Your Heart Out...

Do you write crossovers? No, I haven't.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? No, which is shocking considering what I write about.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? The kind that usually requires a lot of trigger warnings.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, I couldn't with my schedule.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I absolutely love the way Minxie @cherubgore writes Vincent/Paige! Rarepair forever🖤

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? None I can think of. I mostly write standalone fics, and I know I'm gonna finish Bruised Fruit at some point. Usually my WIPs change over time so they might not look the same as when I started, but they end up getting posted eventually.

What are your writing strengths? I don't know…I've been told I'm good at bringing the reader into a fic, so I guess building settings and scenes, which makes sense considering I write mostly readerfics and the immersion aspect is the backbone of that.

What are your writing weaknesses? My writing is more straightforward and doesn't use a lot of poetic style, which is something I wish I were better at. I don't think I write individual sentences that "wow" a reader, you know?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I do not trust Google Translate and will not walk around with egg on my face. I just use italics to indicate speaking in another language, on the off occasion that's included in my fics. Or like with Bruised Fruit, Gloria doesn't speak Italian, so part of portraying that involves her asking people what they said and hoping they're telling the truth or trying to figure out based on her interpretation of their tone and body language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? The Outsiders! I was so upset about the ending that I wrote many fics on Quizilla where Johnny and Dally lived.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? I'd like to write something for Justified, but I need to rewatch again.

What's your favorite fic you've written? That's so tough...maybe Howl.

No pressure tags: @cherubgore @zaras-really-dreamless @shoshiwrites @blurredcolour @blindmagdalena @sehtoast @flaggermuser @zepskies (please make a new post, don't reblog)

#battie signals

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hypocriticaltypwriter · 8 months

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🍼🧁 for whatever kids have been stuck in your mind as of late

Thank you so much Sky! I'm gonna use the ROTTMNT babies for this one hehe

🍼: what's your child's comfort item and where did it come from? is it a hand-me-down?

Karai has a lot of stuff she considers comfort items- especially her tool belt given it was a gift from Donnie when she turned eight and built her very own speaker to pick up radio signals and it her things. Donnie was a very proud and praising papa so it holds a very special memory in Kay's heart.

Jeremiah probably holds his jacket dear cause it was a hand me down from Donnie, to Karai, then to him when they were around his age. He looks up to Dee a lot, so when he learned his dad (deemed the greatest Ninja EVER in his eyes), wore it once... It took a lot of convincing for him to take it off for bathtime.

David's beanie is probably one of the only things he'll rather start crying over getting taken away than fight and get mad. His mama made it for him after he had a fit and tried to hide away in the darkness of his hair or hands. When he gets overwhelmed, it's his quiet place to hide his head into his beanie and wait for mom to find him and give him some lovings.

Additional would be a stick he uses to play sword fights with his Uncle Leo, who knighted him with it and deemed him the next greatest Ninja warrior.

The twins have blankets made out of the fabric used to give birth to them out on a live battlefield- obviously after it was cleaned of war and such, it was sewn into some other fabric with their distinct colors so they could tell them apart as babies.

Madeline's bow she wears even into her older years was once Karai’s, and she holds it dearly to her heart. She was given it after her and Karai got into a fight over something silly she can't even remember, and Kay wanted to apologize and show her only sister how much she meant to her, and gave her her old bandana.

Galileo had one thing he'll always keep special to himself and that's his hair. Not in any vain sense of course, but ever since he started to grow little brown locks he'd been told how much he looked just like his brothers and especially his mom. Given he's the only boy mutant turtle besides Donnie, he feels closer and less left out from his big brothers with his hair.

Talking about literal objects, he has a pair of specific sized pajamas his mom had picked out for him years ago... Even if he grows em out, their going to be a hand down for the rest of the Hamato line. 💜💜

🧁: what's your child's favorite thing in the world? what's their least favorite thing?

Karai’s favorite thing? Batty.

Least favorite thing? Kay HATES her braces. The second Donnie had even put them on she was begging for him to take his pliers and pry them off. She was so self conscious for weeks about the things she wouldn't even open her mouth.

Shes used to them now, but she still gets a little annoyed how they get stuck to her gums.

Jeremiah's favorite thing is reading! The little guy is nicknamed Matilda by his uncle Leo due to how intelligent and quick he can read books and move on to the next one. He also likes sharing or trying to use big words after he learns them to impress Donnie.

Jeremiah can't stand it when Donnie leaves for missions- especially if it's for long periods of time. The poor little guy is like a dog waiting by a window whenever Donnie leaves for a day or two or even a couple hours!

David's favorite thing is his uncle Leo. The kid loves this turtle and wants to be the spitting image of his fathers twin so bad. He looks up to Leo even into his older years and shows such an adoration for his uncle Donnie gets a little peeved or salty when his second son isn't running to him after missions.

And for dislikes? David is like Jeremiah, except with his mom... And it's much worse. If Tamsin even THINKS of leaving a room when David's feeling clingy, oh boy....

The twins probably love each other more than their own parents do them combined. These two are attached to the hip, and their favorite thing that they feel keeps em close is the matching outfits- even if their not fully dressed to the t, they have one accessory that's in pairs.

And what do these kids hate? Nicole doesn't enjoy very low noises like crowds or anything involving stress. It makes him nervous and anxious. Zu is kind of the same but for him is more quiet and solemn moments, they stress him out and make him panic, cause if no one's in a good mood that means someone they love isn't gong to come home anymore.

Magdeline's favorite thing is to sing. When she was little she'd babble or squeal along with Donnie's music or with Tamsins humming, and when she's older she definetly has some pipes.

Maggie can't stand insects - and no one can really blame her due to the fact the bugs during the apocalypse aren't exactly... Tiny.

Galileo loves tech! Just like Donnie. He loves spending free timee fixing up old nintendoes or hooking up PCs, even making some of his own personal trinkets and stuff from spare or old parts he goes scavenging for.

Galileo hates teasing- and his brothers are relentless. He can barely escape it, let alone when they all gang up on him just to annoy the poor softshell.

Thanks for the ask and letting me ramble about my babies!!! ^^

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #rottmnt fanart #cherry answers #rottmnt x oc #ask #cherry rambles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt donnie #🍊💜#tamsitello

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I’ve been watching videos of Star Trek ships and one of the videos noted that the Enterprise started out as a Constitution class ship.

The refitted Enterprise-G is a neo-Constitution class.

In a time when Starfleet needs to rebuild (again) and restore its reputation, I think it makes sense for the new Starfleet flagship to be a neo-constitution class.

Making a statement, perhaps, that they are returning back to their roots of exploration and science, going boldly where no man has go before.

Reinforcing alliances, and becoming less militant.

But also as one of two ships has protected Earth will also signal that they are protectors.

Also, its possible even after a year a lot of the Starfleet ships are still out of commission.

Because damn, the Space Dock really showed its mettle! It was able to withstand the combined force of Starfleet.

It eventually succumbed but it held for longer than I thought it would.

Going back to the point I think in the long run Starfleet re-christening the Titan into the Enterprise-G, a neo-constitution class is a good signal and face to present to the galaxy at large.

Also, let’s be real, after all the losses, it might also be the most prudent and practical at this point with the loss of materials and the Utopia Plantia Shipyards in Mars Starfleet can’t afford to build anymore.

Enterprise-F was already set to be decommissioned.

Also, there’s no better face to present to the galaxy at large than with the person/s who put their ship against a whole armada.

And also no better person for people to look up to, for these young officers who were forcibly assimilated into the Borg than someone who has gone through it and made it to the other side.

Seven hugging Sydney was everything.

I am curious what new technology was added to the Enterprise-G because it seems that the ship had undergone more than repairs especially if it has to go through a Shakedown cruise.

Then again, I’m not really aware what that would entail, but if I had to guess Seven would be heavily involved in retrofitting the ship. After all, that was a lot of her function in the Voyager— oh I wonder if Enterprise G has its own Astromech lab?

I bet Seven drove the engineers batty. I also bet most of the time Raffi had to mitigate between Seven and engineering.

Speaking of, if and when we ever get a new series, I want to know who will be Enterprise’s Chief Engineer? It would be so fun to have another grumpy engineer on the team.

Edited to Add: B’Elanna. It’s B’Elanna, I want her Chief Engineer to B’Elanna. Okay but I bet she’s already high up in rank to serve as one. Possibly, Miral Paris then?

TLDR, it feels right to have the Enterprise be a Connie class again, and it’s so great to have this crew and command team onboard!

#star trek #i am buzzing #i fell of star trek for a while #mostly because i wanted to binge #the shows #and forgot to go back #but this development has me buzzing #thinky thoughts #seven of nine #raffi musiker #starfleet #enterprise g

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danpuff-ao3 · 1 year

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Flaws in Fiction: ⚡️Relationship Edition⚡️

People all on their own are complicated. What happens when you throw two complicated beings together??? COMPLICATIONS.

A lot of this can relate back to the Character Edition, but it's important to also note that human interactions can be just as flawed as the individuals involved.

[ABSOLUTELY AMAZING Danni Thoughts below the cut]

Let's get this out of the way early: my acceptance that real people mess up sometimes does not mean being in support of abusive or manipulative behavior. Reading and writing it in fiction? Sure! Excusing it IRL? Absolutely not.

Now, onto the nonsense amazingness.

It is important to remember that: not every situation has a villain and a victim. People who screw up are not bad people. People who occasionally clash, or bicker, do not necessarily have "toxic" relationship. We all get annoyed with the people we love. We all annoy the people we love. That's okay!

Listen: I love a toxic relationship. In fiction, that is. But I don't want my options limited to the "right" way or the "wrong" way.

There are many stories out there where Ron and Hermione are Ultra Supportive of everything Harry does. And if they don't, they're terrible friends. I don't see near enough of them squabbling! (Not that it doesn't exist; more I've seen an excess of "perfect friends" or "character bashing.")

The people we love are going to screw up. They're going to hurt our feelings. They're not going to agree with everything we say and do. That is the consequence of being different people!

Let's say Gabrielle borrows/steals Fleur's favorite dress. Not good. Should definitely ask before using people's belongings. But do we write Gabrielle off? Is she a bad person and bad sister for one infraction? No! Family relationships are rough and weird.

Molly nags and pries. She does it with love, but she should probably lay off. Molly is not a saint, but "not a saint" doesn't equate to "demon woman."

Ron and Hermione breakup. It doesn't have to be because of cheating or abuse. Maybe they love each other, but their goals don't align. Ron is family-oriented and Hermione is career-focused. Maybe it just doesn't work. Neither of them needs to be at fault for it. Or maybe they stay together when they shouldn't. Which leads to fights that break them up, or worse...they stay together however sour the relationship turns. Because of love and stubbornness. Or expectation. How does being war heroes and public figures impact their relationship?

Or, perhaps, Harry takes up with an unlikely suitor. (If you know me, you know who I mean!) Those closest to him don't understand, let alone approve. They worry. And they have their own issues with his partner. They aren't bad people or bad friends for not jumping on the "everything Harry does and wants is right and good" bandwagon.

Maybe they disagree. Maybe they argue. Both sides are upset because they don't understand each other. Maybe, in the heat of the moment, someone says something hurtful. It's wrong, of course. But does one bad action make the whole person bad? Make the whole friendship toxic and destined for the dumpster?

Better yet: we can acknowledge the flaws in our loved ones, and still love them. And those flaws can drive us batty without killing our love.

Ron can be careless and tactless. Hermione can be bossy and critical. They know that about each other. They aren't blind to it. Ron might occasionally have hearts in his eyes when Hermione starts fussing. Other times he snaps back. Those little flaws aren't what breaks them. It's the bigger picture.

They try to be friends after, but it's rough going. Even worse when it coincides with Harry's new (scandalous) romance. Ron and Hermione are skeptical of his boyfriend. Harry sets boundaries with them. Everyone gets upset and they take time apart. They go on with life and make new friends. And, eventually, they apologize and move on together. All friends again. The Golden Trio once more.

Tiffs with friends don't signal the end.

People breakup and makeup. They go from friends to lovers to exes to friends. They squabble with their siblings. They gripe about their mothers. They have bad days and are unpleasant to be around.

And much as I love some good angst and drama, as much as I love toxic relationships and all manner of depravity...I want more of that middle ground. More of those everyday issues. Seeing people upset with one another without villainizing each other.

#flaws in fiction #relationship edition #danpuff stuff #meta #harry potter #just my thoughts!#and preferences #no shame if it's not your thing

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dhawanmasters · 2 years

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CYANIDE’S CREATOR SHOUTOUTS (JULY 2022) hey y’all! i see so many beautiful creations on this site, so i wanted to start a monthly shoutout series and give a little extra love to some truly exceptional art—especially now that we gifmakers at looking at the rise of mp4s. what is gifmaking if not love persevering, right? previous shoutouts can be found here!

COMICS

DC: Duke Thomas/The Signal | @klauswalz

DC: Gotham City Sirens | @nellethiel-aranel

MOVIES

The Addams Family: Morticia x Gomez | @sashafierce

Blade Runner: Roy Batty | @jackharkness

Favorite Werewolf Transformations | @talesfromthecrypts

90s Movies | @userbuckaroo

MUSIC

MCR: Bullets + DVD Menu Screens | @cathedraldecay

Rina Sawayama: This Hell | @bree-runway

TELEVISION

Better Call Saul: Lacho + Fire | @lalocorleone

Better Call Saul: McWexler x Nevermore | @wexler-mcgill

Better Call Saul: McWexler x Something Stupid | @factoseintolerant

Better Call Saul: McWexler x Wicked Game | @jimmymcgill

Bridgerton: Kate x Anthony | @jakeyp

Daredevil: Matt Murdock + S1 | @h-zemo

Hill House: Nell & Luke Crain | @hellshee

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Foundations of Decay | @padmaemidala

Schitt’s Creek: David & Stevie x Best Friend | @swearphil

Stranger Things: Eddie Munson | @katherineebishop

Stranger Things: Eddie Munson | @malewifesteve

Stranger Things: Eddie Munson x Our Lady of Sorrows | @meliorn

Stranger Things: OT4 | @steverobin

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington | @hellshee

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington x Gold Rush | @layla-el-faouly

The Witcher: Triss Merigold | @ivashkovadrian

#creator shoutout #cycshouts #i don't even watch stranger things anymore but y'all are a talented fandom

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shelassos · 1 year

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hours

hours : our muses spend the entire day together.

It's the morning.

His careful fingers extract the glass and shrapnel out from Diana's bleeding shoulder; it takes a lot to catch the Amazon off guard, and even more to gain the upper hand over her. These were no ordinary enemies that they spent the night defeating, however, and the nasty gashes on her exposed skin are evidence of their might. It's strange, to be taken care of like this, to not just bleed all over the floor of her apartment and dig out the foreign objects herself. Alone, she always endures the sharp pains without even gritting her teeth, but with him, she lets herself flinch; she lets herself be vulnerable. It feels nice, not to pretend. It feels nicer, not to be alone.

When they're in his shower, their armor left in his cave, she notices his own fresh battle wounds. Diana traces them with her fingers and her lips, as though to kiss them better before they scar. If only it worked like that, right? If only she could kiss away the tragedies etched onto his skin. Her injuries are fading already, from her expedited healing of course, but she would swear on her life that it's also from the great care he showed for her. She treats Bruce with the same gentleness, washing the night away from his skin, welcoming him to the morning with her arms around his waist.

Afterwards, they fall asleep atop the black sheets of his bed, tangled in each other's arms, their skin and hair still wet from the shower. It's beyond exhaustion that they both feel, and the truth is their dreams often become nightmares. But at least they have each other.

It's sometime in the late afternoon.

Happy Valentine's Day, Diana whispers into his ear, before moving to press soft kisses all over his cheeks and jawline. She's wearing that red dress; the red dress. The one she wore when they first met, when she did not know who he was and Bruce perhaps suspected she was more than what she seemed. She's wearing it because she knows it is his favorite color on her, but this time, she has her dark hair in curls that bounce across her shoulders whenever she moves. For his part, she think he looks impossibly handsome in a crisp white dress shirt that will be wrinkled from her fingers, if not completely torn apart, by the end of their evening. She'll enjoy it on him while she can, before she gets too greedy, though.

He gives her a card ⸺I'm batty for you⸺ that makes her laugh her infectious laugh, and also flowers that widen her smile. She gifts him a coconut, and the polite confusion on his face is enough to turn her laughs into giggles. In my culture, it means I love you, she begins to explain, describing its importance in great detail. Bruce discovers his other present later on, after dinner, when she's kissing him heatedly atop the sofa and his hands begin to explore beneath her dress. He finds the lacy lingerie that matches the exact shade of her dress, and it doesn't survive the hour in one piece.

They unite as one, always discovering new ways they fit together, several times before making it back to his bed. She calls it love making because though they are not soft nor gentle, every touch is a tribute to their deep affection for each other. It's the second time this day that they fall asleep together, but this time, they somehow hold each other even tighter.

It's late, late in the night.

She awakens from his fingers stroking her black hair. His mouth is sweetly on hers after she incorrectly wishes him good morning. She soon sees that it is still nighttime, and what's more, she notices from his window that the bat signal is beckoning him, demanding his presence, weeping for it. Her arms fasten around him, but she would never ask him to stay. His is a vow that is as sacred as hers, and to ask him to sacrifice it would be a disservice to him. She won't, but the seed of a private hope is rooted deep inside her, that perhaps one day he might make the decision for himself.

❛ Can I come with you? ❜ She surprises herself by asking. It's a silently spoken line that she's always respected⸺ this city is his. His rules, his rogues, his responsibility. She won't ever impede on any of that, yet neither can she pretend she is not curious. She wants to know him as intimately as she knows himself, and for better or worse, this is a large part of who he is. ❛ I want to see your city from your eyes, ❜ she explains. Truly, there is no hidden motivation other than love for him. As much as Themyscira forged her, his connection to Gotha.m runs so much deeper than even that. She wants to understand.

There's an easy smile on her lips that she hopes is enticing. Her lithe fingers stroke his back, feeling markings she left there and ones she did not, while she holds him as he considers. The bat signal seems to become brighter, more demanding. Time is never on her side, but maybe this one night can be different from any of the others. ❛ I will even dress in black. ❜ And it is still Valentine's Day, after all. Shouldn't two lovers spend it together?

#nightvow #02. INBOX / may she bless you with the wisdom to see truth.#-places this in your palms-

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