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bluesadansey · 1 year

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arguing over how the godly DNA thing does/doesn’t impact shipping in pjoverse (aside from like, actual siblings obviously) is actually the stupidest thing ever. Just accept that the explanation was half assed / not written in a logical well thought out way but that we as a fandom have no choice but to accept it at face value and see it as a situation that isn’t analogous to the real world. I would say it’s similar to consuming paranormal media where all the main relationships are paranormal x immortal and you have to accept that as a trope of the genre / norm of the world rather than argue about 100 yr age gap vs 2000 year or something, when neither is appropriate and neither is analogous to like a teen show romanticizing a student-teacher relationship in a school setting which is technically less of a gap but sooo much more harmful in how it influences/relates to situations that happen just like that every day in reality (and this isn’t about ships with immortal x mortal like that in this verse necessarily since there are very few of them/it is not the norm, so I get people being uncomfortable with them (I Hate C*leo but my reasons for hating them aren’t necessarily that one)). There’s a false equivalency in trying to make demigod relationships out to be analogous to real life ones in that way and I haven’t seen one argument about this that isn’t blatantly just someone disliking a specific ship and trying to badmouth it and in doing so coming off as a hypocrite.

Like let’s see, ‘shipping Jasicois Disgusting idc what Rick says about DNA people are going to hell for shipping First Cousins 1!1’ okay… do you feel that way about Jercy? If you say yes you also hate that for the same reason do you feel that way about Pipabeth because Athena and Artemis are both daughters of Zeus making them ‘first cousins’ too (and here’s where I think you start losing people because in reality a lot of these arguments are based around the mlm ships but ignore the wlw ones because fandom has a very 2d way of interacting with ships like Pipabeth a lot of the time where sure a fan will say they Like the ship but they’ve never in reality ever given actual thought to their dynamic enough to notice this (also applies to things like arguing about a 1.5 year age gap for other ships like Jasico/Valdangelo maybe Jercy if they actually remember their 1.5 age difference but not being able to catch that Annabeth is also 1.5 years older than Piper because again it’s usually transparent when people haven’t actually payed the attention the female characters and f/f dynamics they pretend to, also 1.5 years is not a serious age gap like 3+ years is when it comes to ya/middle grade but this isn’t about that) And if you are taking the stance that what Rick said about godly DNA is like, a lie (when it is fantasy world-building albeit poorly constructed but still world-building) how are you going to ship Any of the demigods together if your answer is like amount of distances the family tree that’s also a bizarre/weird take because do you think shipping second cousins would be better/less gross/less harmful? Like by ‘Gods do have DNA actually’ logic Zeus is Athena’s father and Poseidon is Zeus’s brother so that makes Poseidon Annabeth’s great uncle and Percy Annabeth’s (As a die-hard Percabeth can’t believe I have to actually type this out to make a point I hate ya’ll for making me have to think about it this much 🤮🤢) Uncle ???!! Similar with Nico to Will and Hazel to Frank. Do you still believe what you originally spoke about? Like unless the take you have is that no demigods are shippable / you hate all ships between them the way these takes operate is Clearly not actually about like activism it’s because you dislike a ship and want to put it down/make it seem like other people should not ship it, be serious, and in the process you actually made everything much weirder and grosser than it needed to be in the first place.

And like listen… you can just hate a ship! There are always some valid criticisms of ships/dynamics I’m including ones I personally ship in this. You can State your actual reasons for not liking the ship instead of this hypocritical faux-activism. For example I personally dislike Jercy as a ship because I think it’s overrated and boring compared to more interesting dynamics, their relationship could have been a good one but almost all their interactions in the books involved this weird toxic masculinity macho bs that seemed ooc for both of them and I didn’t enjoy reading about them together much. But I’m not going to try and tell Jercy shippers that shipping Jercy is problematic and terrible because they’re cousins or a toxic relationship or something because I have a functioning brain thank you very much! People can go for what I don’t personally like. See it’s very simple. You don’t even have to have reasons like I gave! You can just not vibe with something.

*P*rcicos dni this is not about you! No I don’t think the cousins argument holds weight there anymore than for other ships but their age gap + power imbalance Is troubling in a real world context in a way that doesn’t apply to other ships I mentioned ( Frazel similar in age gap but not in power dynamics, and I dislike Frazel too) the combination of 3.5ish years age gap + Nico having idolized Percy to an unhealthy degree for years/since he was a ten year old child + Percy very much views Nico as a child in his narration in pjo and that means he would never look at him in a romantic light at any point in the future, if you think otherwise you just don’t care or get Percy’s characterization frankly. I don’t support relationships that have such a troubling imbalance in a real world context. (It should go without saying L*kabeth L*kercy Th*labeth and dynamics with super egregious imbalances like that dni again not about you).

Most of the really irritating stuff I’ve seen about this is on twt I just felt the need to write all this out here

#Pjo #hoo #toa #s speaks #jasico #pipabeth #pipeyna #jercy #valdangelo #percabeth #frazel #solangelo #tagged things I do and don’t ship #Shipping discourse #Going to regret posting this I’m sure but saw so many stupidly hypocritical takes on twt #Bitch stfu you thought you ate that

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ursafootprints · 11 months

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Okay okay I've got my doc for YNYD open in another tab as we speak but allow me this brief interlude for hornyposting; dubcon of the fuck-or-die variety:

Peter and [insert your favorite selection of Avengers] are on some space mission and Peter gets hit by some kind of [curse/alien tech/insert horny plot contrivance here] that at first seems to have no effect, so the team cleans up the situation and gets back on the ship, business as usual

but then over time Peter starts to feel off, a little over-sensitized and hot under the collar, until it escalates to a full-blown fever and brainfog and FRIDAY starts sending alerts about his vitals

blahblahblah FRIDAY is able to dig through some alien resources and determine that Peter's been hit with some kind of fuck-or-die effect that was originally used in like, fertility/cycle-of-life-and-death rituals and he needs to ingest the ~seed of life~ or his body will shut down in t-minus 15min

after delicately clarifying that the ~seed of life~ is a euphemism for come, Tony-- who can immediately see that there is not enough time here to waste on moral qualms or searching for alternatives-- sticks his hand down the front of his pants and gets to work, and after confirmation from FRIDAY that it seems these rituals were usually Group Events by necessity and some dithering and hand-wringing, the others reluctantly follow suit

tl;dr Peter winds up dazed and come-stupid at the center of an Avengers circle-jerk, too out-of-it to do anything more than lick the come off of their fingers after they've finished

(and then, because I'm me and I can't just leave it at the porn:)

the aftermath once Peter's brainfog clears is Very awkward, especially as FRIDAY explains that the effect will continue to ebb and flow in Peter's system until it burns itself out, so he'll keep getting to that point of life-threatening fever and heart rate without a steady diet of, well,

so after making sure that Peter's okay, the adults are kind of just hashing it out over his head-- okay, to make it less sexual/invasive maybe they can treat it like the medical thing that it is, jerk off into a medicine cup or something behind a door and then hand it off to Peter, they can make a rotation/schedule to make sure it never gets that bad again once they're able to get a sense of how often Peter needs it, would it be better to have a few people who don't participate so it doesn't affect his relationship with ALL of them or would that just make it feel weirder/more personal with the fewer people who do participate-- with the last train of thought being directed not-too-subtly at Tony because everyone knows Peter already has a huge crush on him and this development seems a little Problematic in regards to wires getting crossed there-- etc. etc.

until Peter finally speaks up, totally embarrassed but unable to hold it in, and is like. "I get it and no one has to do anything they don't want to just because I'm the one that's sick and oh my god I'm so sorry but can we just do it the normal way, please don't make me lick shots of jizz out of medicine cups, that would feel so much worse and grosser than just, just,"

and everyone freezes up, because. on the one hand, of course they want to respect Peter's comfort and make things as least-traumatizing for him as possible, but also what are the ethics of letting your junior varsity teammate blow you so he doesn't die,

"We, uh. We're gonna have to talk that one out, Pete," Tony says, strained, and he knows which way he's leaning, he wants Peter to be comfortable-- but after earlier, after how startlingly easy it was to work himself up to Peter's glazed-over expression and parted lips and pretty pink blush, he's a little worried that maybe it's not just Peter's comfort that he has at heart.

#starker #half-baked ideas #nff

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jeweled-blue-eyes · 4 months

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You know I gotta ask for AFOFA for ship bingo 🙏

Did you know that you are the reason why I ship them? The First to Fall RUINED me. I swear it changed something about my brain chemicals. Thinking about them every waking hour of the day and going a little bit more feral every time I reread your fics.

Anyway seriously WHERE is all the fucking CONTENT? Did all the incest shippers just latch onto the Todoroki family and never let go? Guys, you know there's other fucked up families out there, right? Open your third eye to AFO's replacement brotherism and his necrophilia adjectant corpse keeping Saturn esque tendencies. "The babies only had each other." "I named you Yoichi because you are my gift" "If I can't have you [no one else can]" "You will be mine, little brother." AFOFA is such a treasure trove for dead dove eaters, I was actually expecting an upsurge in fics when their backstory dropped. AFO should get weirder and grosser about his brother (Yoichi also deserved to have one codependent freak moment. IDK try to possess Izuku's body for the greater good or smth. can we talk abt Kudo's resemblance to AFO? Suspicious). They are DIVORCED. To me. Yoichi initiated their relationship out of curiousity and because he hoped showing AFO physical intimacy could reduce his aggression and violence, and fix him but instead he just made him more insane. Good job, Yoichi! Now your brother doesn't murder people for fun, he murders them because you refuse to fuck him merge souls with him.

I hope the manga ends with them fusing and AFO dies from the intensity of it and the whole thing is described like sex.

#they deserve what Nai/Vash had in episode 12 #ask game #notanon #answered asks #afofa

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roopnavarro · 15 days

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more character bingos! i’m curious to know your board for johnny the boy and nux as well!!

also, i hope you feel better soon!

Johnny! A just a wacky little guy! Little birthday boy. Johnny gets a ride in the salad spinner because I think he'd have fun. I once made a little woodcarving of a chibi Johnny! He's buried in my room... somewhere.

Nux! Puppy man! Adorable little fella. It was heartwarming to see the fandom really attach to him. While I tend to like my blorbos weirder, older, grosser, meaner, and war-crimey-er, I'll always appreciate Nux for his fantastic story arc and all the passion/creativity he ignited in the fandom.

And thank you so much!! A whole bunch of water and some solid sleep has me back on my feet! (my Octoboss plushie helped too, no doubt, haha)

#thank you for this!!#ask games

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kiankiwi · 10 months

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I just want to say, I know this is a bit of a messier request and I will totally understand if you don't want to do it, but...I really love the COH AU and was wondering if you could write something about Erin being badly constipated and John having to soothe her through taking her medicine, messing her diaper and him just comforting and taking care of her afterwards? Thank you.

No, it's okay, I love the more uncommon and ''weirder/grosser" requests if that makes sense!

@arianatheangel-girl

John could tell Erin wasn't feeling good. And he hated it, he hated seeing his little girl in pain. He tried to go throughout their day but Erin was just uncomfortable and whiny. She wasn't wanting to eat anything (when she ate it was very little and he had to repeatedly ask her "baby, you need to eat please"). Since she didn't want to eat food, he tried to get her to eat bottles but even bottles she refused. He'd point the nipple into her mouth but every time it got close, she'd whine and turn her head refusing to drink any. She also was constantly holding her belly and whining and crying to her daddy. She did not feel good.

"What is going on with you today, sweet girl?" John asked as he put Erin on the couch and tried to get a good look at her for anything out of the ordinary. Something was definitely wrong but he couldn't figure it out. It didn't help John that whatever discomfort Erin was experience was rendering her basically nonverbal today. She was only talking through groans and whimpers and 'talking' with her body language.

As soon as Dr. John set his baby down, she immediately whined and curled up on herself, tucking her arms against her belly. "Is that it? Does your belly hurt sweetie, here can daddy take a look?" Erin searched her daddy's eyes, trying to decide if she should let him. "Please honey? I promise I'm just gonna take a look and I'll be super gentle, okay?" Erin sighed. She knew her daddy would never hurt her and he was a doctor after all. She gave him the smallest nod.

"Yeah, I can? Okay.. I'll be really quick."

John lifted Erin's shirt and gently palpated her belly. Of course it was hurting her! It was rock hard, distended, and she whimpered and squirmed whenever he pushed his fingertips into her skin. She was badly constipated. "Alright, little one. I think daddy found the problem."

Erin whined as John gently picked her up from the couch and took her to the downstairs bathroom. "Alright sweetie, I know this might be gross but in order for your tummy to stop hurting, I need you to be a very big girl and drink it all okay? It'll help your tummy." Erin just whined, putting her head on her daddy's shoulder. "Oh I know baby, I know you don't feel good. But if you take this, it'll help your belly so much. Please baby? For me?" John pleaded, kissing his little's cheek.

Erin sighed. She did want to feel better, of course she did. And she wanted to make her daddy happy so...

"Juice?" Erin asked. John chuckled. "Yes, baby you can have some juice, after your medicine okay? Let's do this super quick and then we can get you some yummy juice." Erin whimpered as she stared down the plastic cup full of red liquid. "On the count of three baby... One, two.. three!" Erin gulped the medicine and made a disgruntled face. "Yuuuuck! Juice, juice, juice!" Erin begged. John chuckled quietly, "Good job baby, let's go get you that juice."

Two hours later, while the two were watching a movie, waiting for her stomach medicine to work, Erin started squirming feeling intense pain returning to her stomach. "Daddy..." She fearfully grabbed his arm. "It's okay baby, just let the medicine do its job." Erin whined, kicking her feet wanting her daddy to take away the horrible pain in her body. It was like a fireball had settled in her belly but also like certain muscles were twisting and coiling around themselves at the same time. She just felt super sick and didn't know what else to do but tense up her body to make it stop.

"I know baby, I know. Don't hold it though okay. As soon as you get it out you'll feel so much better. And daddy will change you right away." Erin continued to cry as she let her body lose control against the medicine and she began to fill her diaper. Feeling the messiness, she started sobbing and turned into her daddy's chest for comfort, holding his arm with one hand and clutching his shirt with the other, hiding in embarrassment against his body while she let herself finish.

As soon as she finishes, the meltdown begins. She just starts scream crying into John's chest and he just rocks her in his arms, and petting her hair. "I'm sorry daddy! I'm sorry!" She yelled, so distraught. John's heart broke at her words. She was so embarrassed! There was no need for her to apologize for the way her body functioned. Everyone's body functions the same way.

"No no baby, you don't gotta apologize! You did so good! You can't hold it in like that! I know it's scary but everyone does it okay. I promise, everyone goes potty and daddy would never make fun of you or laugh at you for going potty. I'm proud of you for listening to your body okay? And it's all better now, huh? You feel better?" She sniffled and nodded. "Y-yeah. Feel a lil better..." John grinned, trying to cheer her up. "Good baby and it's all over. You want to go change your bum? And then we can lay back down or even play some before bedtime if you want..." Erin fiddled with a button on her daddy's shirt as she decided if she wanted to face being cleaned. "Yeah, change please." John nodded and kissed his littles cheek. "Okay we can do that. Do you want to watch a show after or play?"

"Baba?" She asks, placing her thumb in her mouth. "Sure honey, we can do that."

The change was over not even ten minutes later. "See baby, all clean! That wasn't so bad was it?" Erin pouted. "Tummy hurt though." John nodded. "It's over now sweetie. Your tummy won't hurt anymore.. should we go get you a bottle?" She nodded, snuggling into her daddy's chest.

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I'm so sorry this one took so long! I had 75% of it written and just decided to finish it tonight I hope you enjoyed

See you soon! <3

#kiwis coh au #kiwiswriting

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ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense · 11 months

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Not the same anon but If you don't mind me asking why is Bob's Burgers is centrist, uninteresting, and make's you uncomfortable?

People act like Bobs Burgers is progressively left because of, among other things:

-Characters that feel Autism Coded

-Characters that are LGBT

-Having a girl allowed to go through the weirder, grosser side of puberty like being horny

-Landlords bad

So let’s go over all of these as examples.

1. No character is actively autistic and autistic traits are mocked in the show. I know y’all think Louise wearing a bunny hat everywhere is so “you-pilled” but I’d like to remind you of Courtney, who despite them saying deserved better in her opening episode they certainly never even think to slow down on openly mocking her for stimming in a way people find gross and needed to have boundaries expressed verbally because she doesn’t pick up on cues well. Y’all really hate Big Bang for doing that shit, why does this get a pass?

2. No characters are LGBT. Bob awkwardly saying he’s “probably not gay” to a guy trying to turn him down is not confirmation that he’s bi. Dear lord Family Guy at least had the nuts to say the words “I’m Bi” when making a similar joke about Peter. Oh but they have the trans positive characters right? Oh I’m sorry, not trans characters. Drag Queen Sex Workers who’s opening appearance has them talk about sitting on people’s faces to children at a birthday. Now obviously I am absolutely pro drag, pro sex work, the works. But this reads like a conservative comic about how the libs are grooming your kids. Again, y’all hated Family Guy for the joke about Brian being grossed out when he finds out he had sex with a woman he obviously couldn’t tell was trans, why is this suddenly positive trans rep?

3. Tina’s obsession with grabbing her neighbors ass is gross. When Big Mouth did this shit with a character they spent the next 4 years explaining over and over again the line between being attracted to someone and being allowed to horny during puberty while being any gender, and sexual harassing people. Bobs Burgers never makes this distinction. Tina is just supposed to shoot off about her latest erotic fan fiction about the boy next door and I’m supposed to laugh. It’s giving “its funny because she’s a girl” energy, not positive influence energy.

4. Their landlord is a friend who is routinely shown to be “crazy but also friendly guy who’s actually helpful and gives Bob plenty of rent extensions”.

Now does this mean Bobs Burgers is secretly some right-wing pipeline? No. All of these things are dumb oversights or jokes that went on too long which happens in the best of shows. Family Guy certainly wasn’t immune to taking too long to end Quagmire SA jokes or making anti-Semitic remarks feel a little too unironic. But Family Guy also threatens to break your teeth if you don’t respect Native Americans in conversations about their land, or if you don’t have respect for trans people. Bobs Burgers is too out of politics to say that.

And that’s fine. This isn’t modern Simpsons type “centrism” which is just myopically packaged conservatism, this is Duncaville. It’s easy Gen-X humor that’s just calm and mundane enough that you can relax to it. It’s practically background noise for 40-year-old wine moms, and that’s NOT an inherent negative. But I’m sick of people acting Bobs Burgers is the one and only “truly progressive” cartoon while it does literally nothing in the way of politics one way or the other. You like it? Fine. But don’t come to me about how how it’s the most genius show ever written and “so much better than gross out garbage like Seth MacFarlane makes” or you’re getting popped.

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vesper93 · 1 year

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Bones and All Q's/thoughts/spoilers (literally writing these as I watch for the first time):

1. Was that her dad locking her in her bedroom at the beginning?

2. Random aside- does Taylor Russell have some vitiligo on her face? I never noticed it before.

3. Ooft, that first shot of Sully standing on the street corner. 😬 The sniffing... ew.

4. The sound of him preparing that chicken. Double ew.

5. "We can hurt one another just as bad" - he's warning her.

6. I always wonder if human teeth are actually strong enough to bite through flesh just like *chomp* - I know we do it with steak and whatnot. I just kinda assumed humans would be tougher. Especially without cooking. Idk.

7. Being a cannibal would be a logistical nightmare. Like... a human being is BIG. How much could you actually eat in one go? Like, a thigh? What do you do with the rest?

8. "I profoundly doubt that" - yes Lee, see right through the creepy old man.

9. The Americana guitar throughout is very pretty. This soundtrack is cool.

10. I love how matter-of-fact Lee is. He seems very genuine.

11. The way he takes the shirt off after Kayla calls him a fa**ot hurts. He obvs took it to heart.

12. The first time we see them touch is in the slaughter house barn. Feel like that's significant.

13. Michael Stulbarg is amazing.

14. "There's before Bones and All, and then there's after" - I feel like this is true.

15. The drums of the soundtrack in IA - wow. Love it.

16. The trill of the music as the ferris wheel comes over the top and they're kissing - ❤

17. The look as Lee approaches the milk toss stand - Predator/Prey. Oooft.

18. Lee cruising that carnival worker should not be hot. But it is.

19. The pulling at the skin is a bit ew, but oh well.

20. "In my black cocoon I'm where no one can find me" - whilst Lee sits bathed in blood and moonlight. Double ooooft.

21. It's a good thing DNA matching hadn't been perfected yet.

22. "How dare you make this harder" - true lee. Like what does she want him to say??

23. I keep expecting to see Sully in the back of shots and it's creeping me out.

24. I get Maren's turmoil, but she doesn't need to take it out on Lee, who's also just trying to survive.

25. I have a kink for Timmy's arms, I've decided. I think Dune 2 where he's buffer might kill me.

26. She just fucking leaves him?! What??? He's the best thing thats happened to you!

27. Sully needs to fuck all the way off.

28. The scene where Maren is telling Sully "its gotta go both ways" - I feel her energy there. Its a young girl trying to placate a man who could harm her. That resonates. The stakes are different, but every woman can recognise the moment where they say "it's not you, it's me" to try and prevent harm. Felt that in my blood.

29. A man thinks they're entitled to something because they've misread a situation. Offft, that really hits close to home.

30. The scrape of the guitar as she destroys the tape.

31. I just wanna give Lee a hug.

32. Kayla seems really sweet, and I'm sad that I already know what happens to her.

33. What happens in the months Maren is away from Lee? What's she been doing?

34. The NE sequence is beautiful.

35. Idk how to describe it, but Timothée has a way of being *in* a scene that makes you feel like he's part of the landscape of it. There and natural. There is no acting, because he is in the fabric of the film.

36. I'll say it again but the guitar motif is just so beautiful.

37. The way the guitar just stops in that final scene when she opens the door. Fuck Sully, fuck him forever.

38. Sully is like Gollum. Except fucking weirder and grosser.

39. Okay, the bathtub scene is kinda grim.

40. How can something so grim make me cry?

41. Okay, new canon. Lee survives and the ending was just one of the psycho dreams, brought on by PTSD from Sully's attack.

42. The final shot is them afterwards. Surviving.

#bones and all #spoilers #timothee chalamet #lee #maren yearly #luca guadagnino #thoughts

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paceywittergayboatman · 1 year

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Honest to God I don't believe shiv thinks tom and Greg are fucking when she confronts him at there house in 3.1!here's my explanation

(sa warning)

In my opinion shivs statements here lean more on the side of more tom strange behavior with her younger and clearly like gullible and childlike cousin who's maybe in his late 20s

But before we do let's look at the first scene where Greg interacts with the mother who raised him

So I'm gonna skip the beginning but mariane gets a call from Greg and he's like help mom I got fired again and then she like your literally a Roy dumbass and then she says like your gonna go to your Uncle's birthday party:

This is kid who unlike his cousins didn't grow up with wealth so he would already be inexperienced in rich people culture making him vulnerable

then she says GROWN UP twice which makes me think is someone who hasn't had a lot of adult experiences given the way she's eases her way into this with

Also her tone of voice and phrasing here is as if he's a child

Anyway let's go back to Shiv a GROWN woman with experience around men who were known to treat women like shit and disregard they're autonomy in many ways talking to Tom a GROWN man

So she calls him out for like encouraging Greg to sort of be shitty guy who flagrantly disrespects the women he's pursuing sexualy with her younger cousin who's life experiences are even to her obviously limited

The disgusting in disgusting brothers is used here as gross but gross man behavior also BROTHERS which given that fact tomgreg has been cousins makes sense for them to say but the behavior grosser

Quick Interlude

Rome quote that's from tomshiv wedding I feel is relevant

I'd like to welcome Tom to the family.

I don't feel like I'm losing a sister.

I don't feel like I'm gaining a brother, either.

I don't feel anything.

So there's two things happening here he would be her brother he's not gaining brother not because of how feels about tom

But it could also mean he doesn't feel like he's gain brother as family member and if he's not gaining brother and tom is related to Roy's that would mean he was Rome's cousin

As in words of Amy winehouse let's go back to black

So yes then tom says we just grab a drink something other woman esc but this is also her ex husband who would be technical cousins with Greg pre divorce so he's also saying I don't do weird sex shit with your cousin shiv we just grab a drink

She mentions models, which I think the idea that the models he's fucking are akin to sex workers is highly plausible the important thing is women in terms of using there body to make money in way that is visual objectifying labor (which leads theses women vulnerable to men feeling they have right to there bodies) and given the way sex workers are referred to in succession are primarily women

Also as woman who is gay and had bad comphet phase if you say model I think lady and presume shiv a woman would to

I also think tom is fruity but it's not how his homosexuality is shown on succ

So then she's like are you fucking the models Greg is gangly and cute but he's not a model so whomever this it isn't greg

So I wanna point out here if this is ithat shiv has shown Strong emotion towards the rape brutal sufferings of the women whether or not she decides to do anything for you which offers up her possible being a victim of some sort abuse involving sexual acts

And then she says

This is weird behavior to do with your almost ex wife's like childlike young cousin who I think even shiv could read as being someone who is more vulnerable than her

Also ken uses Greg very carefully as if he's thinks Greg is fragile and given that shiv asks if stewy can help take care of the family company in 3.9 as if he's helped her before probably with ken this is weirder.

The implicitaon here is that tom like molester (the cruise dude they call mo) view women as objects to be used for men's needs which in the world succ could be rape murder throwing women off boats pimping

So Greg use in the discussion is merely a way for shiv to point out tom's icky behavior

#succession #tom Wambsgans #Greg Hirsch #shiv roy

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spacerangersam · 11 months

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Where did you get the inspiration for Of Fangs and Claws? And how did you choose who would be a werewolf and who’d be a vampire? Basically can you talk about the story because I love it so much <3

Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying it (and I will get around to updating it, I swear). And I can absolutely talk about it, I love to ramble on about my writing.

So, it’s been a while so it’s hard to remember specific details, and I’ve not ever really engaged with vampire/werewolf media (outside of one show I watched as a teenager, and like, youtube critiques about monster shows which I’ve never seen), so I don’t really have a clear cut inspiration. This is all going to be a bit vague I’m afraid.

But the main inspiration was definitely like, Halloween, in general. I’m a big spooky season fan and really wanted to write a Halloween fic. Vampires and werewolves seemed like an obvious choice for that. They have such different vibes and all that it's fun to compare and contrast them, and the idea of splitting the ghoul group in half to do that sounded cool. I also have my own ideas about how vampires/werewolves work and all, so it was a chance to put all those thoughts I’ve had bouncing around my skull to use (namely, I just wanted to write werewolves without all of that alpha, beta bullshit, god that sucks).

This may or may not have been around the time the first Dracula read-along was going on too, and while I gave up on that early on, it probably left me with vampires on the brain. Fun fact, I haven't gotten to it yet but vampires don't turn into bats in my story but into a pile of writhing leeches because I have a memory of a friend saying that was one of bram stoker’s original ideas that he discarded. I can’t easily find proof of that though so there's a chance I'm misremembering something. Regardless, I like the idea so much that it's vampire canon to me now. It's so much weirder and grosser than bats and honestly, fits better too.

The world specifically and a few small details kinda came from an original story idea that's been bouncing around in my years for years now but never fully taken form- funnily enough, Pat and Mike's adventure group is a big part of it, actually, though it works a bit differently in my story. Anyway, this was kinda my chance to feel out some ideas for that og story. I've still not gotten far with it, but I do have the mc figured out at least, (Briallen, her design is cool if I do say so myself, I like her a lot).

As for deciding who’d be what, it basically came down to wealth. When I think of a vampire, I think of giant Gothic castles and expensive jewels and dresses and ornate goblets full of blood- excessive wealth, basically. Vampires are practically metaphors for the rich, so anyone from a wealthy family in canon was going to be a vampire, no doubt about it. Also, vampires always seem like solitary, guarded creatures to me, so that’s why the Captain became a vampire. Besides, I needed to beef up the Button gang and thought Fanny deserved to have her bff with her.

In contrast, werewolves give off the vibes of being friendly, down-to-earth folks (maybe because I watched Wolfblood as a teen where all the werewolves are just like- otherwise very normal schoolkids, or at least that's what I remember), which just suited characters like Pat and Robin and Mary way better.

With the exception of Thomas, is was. I’m trying to remember if he was originally going to be a vampire, and I’m not sure. Out of all the characters, dramatic Regency poet Thomas seems the ripest to be a vampire, and I have a feeling I probably made him a werewolf specifically because of that. It just seemed too obvious, you know, and the obvious annoys me sometimes. It also let me make a more interesting backstory for him, so it was a win-win.

Same sorta goes with Alison, making her a werewolf with Button ties was a good idea to centre the story around. Also, I just like werewolves more, so writing about a character becoming a werewolf was more fun to me.

For the other characters, including [REDACTED] and [REDACTED], it was more a matter of what monster/creature haven’t I included yet? Jemimia became a morgen specifically because I wanted to throw in some Welsh monsters, and morgen- idk how to say this, but they’re very like, swampy in my mind. Like, with greenish skin and dark green hair, covered in seaweed or algae, and that just fits with Jemima in my mind. Margot and Rachel are water nymphs because.

Body is there and a bat because a) thought it would be funny to make Humphrey’s body an actual character, b) I just kinda wanted a Salem-esque (a Sabrina Salem) character in here because I like Salem, I think he’s a cool cat, and bat because vampire. He also works as a sort of red herring- like he’s a bat hanging around vampires, probably makes you think that all the vampires themselves can turn into bats too but no. leeches. :)

This was probably a rambly mess and I’m sorry about that, but I hope this was somewhat interesting.

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yanderelovlies · 1 year

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✨Galaxy Anon ✨ here!

( Here are the responses tumblr didn’t send)

Ooh what is this game focused on? Oh don’t worry I get distracted a lot too. And maybe since it’s easier sometimes especially having to deal with the pain that is life.

*nods head* Yes please that be most appreciated.

Pfft now that I read it back it does sound evil. Haha I meant as a warning for your feelings but I could go for that evil vibe as well lol.

Same I love lore in video games, more than actually playing the game. At least he is involved in it and also setting down his boundaries. Good for him. Honestly very true since a lot of YouTubers let it become so bad they become narcissistic or outed as predators which is such a pain to deal with.

Yes especially when they “ talk” about the subject and never bring it up or even private it showing they don’t feel sorry at all or not even say anything at all. I had a YouTuber who I didn’t watch often but when finding out what he did I actually was a bit surprised since he never struck me as the type but unfortunately looks can be deceiving. Never heard of them but at least now I have another YouTuber to avoid. Also for example artists YouTubers I don’t want to give them money for being awful and it’s shame since some of them have done amazing works and while I can separate art from artists it’s hard to find a upload that isn’t on there channel to watch so I don’t actually give the person views.

Ooh that makes sense. I will check a gameplay on that.

So basically play your route kinda game? I see. Ooh that sounds Interesting and nownI can see the differences between the two games.

Oh makes sense I understand that you have to look for the lore and sometimes it’s hard to keep track of. Yeah I don’t blame you I would just want to know the lore already and try to find people who can explain it.

Yeah I only want to shame people who have incest or actually condone horrible acts and say the acts are fine in real life and your like “ No?”

Oh I don’t mind spoilers can you explain in better detail. Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if there was in the fandom. The more bigger a fandom the weirder and grosser parts of it are easier to find.

Yay!

Ahh I see basically the whole “ I have to deal with it” mindset. Maybe it was because they were afraid if you had them on you wouldn’t hear them clearly and be more inclined to get distracted resulting in less than satisfactory results. Wow so many big words lol.

No problem viví. I know that would be the worst if someone bad had a hold of this information and hurt you with it. Besides you don’t need to feel sorry for having boundaries.

I can’t wait to see more of it! I love to see how you handle this conflict branching off this one shot! I mean in the end as least is the readers know we are so amazing we were able to charm Joseph lol.

Do you remember if you actually left it open or even a kinda like dream that could explain why it was opened? Anything different in the house? Maybe something wasn’t stolen but maybe vandalized in your house? Not to mention also was there anyone who was last there who could have something to do it? Maybe accidentally leaving the door opened when leaving.

So the main plot of the first three is stopping these sentient machines called the Reapers. They are giant ships that hide in dark space till races rise to glory, then harvest/kill them all. However, each game is like steps to stopping them. The first two delay their arrival while gathering information (and saving people), while the third game is rallying all the races to fight the Reapers. The fourth one really doesn't have anything to do with the first three. totally different characters in a totally different galaxy. They also introduced a new alien species in this game called the Angran. I love them so much

*gives you my fluffed blanket and pillow pet* Here you go, friend 💕

Lol, villain in the making right there.

Honestly, that's Dark Souls for me. Love the lore hate the stupid difficulty. I'm really looking forward to his movie and seeing him in the fnaf movie. Also, no kidding, it's getting scary at this point.

I feel the exact same way. I won't lie i go through the subscribe list every now and again, just in case I don't like supporting anyone who hurts others.

Lol, the funny part is when I play dark souls I more on edge and anxious, which is why I make so many mistakes, but while playing DMC, I button smash 👀

Lore finding is even worse Elden Ring (It was made by the same people who made dark souls). I recently beat the game, and I can't tell you anything about the lore. Just that I killed a bunch of bosses and became a lord. That's it. so I'm watching YouTube.

I will never understand why people think shit like that is okay

Well, each fire emblem is different. different stories, different characters, and different land. However, there are few that suffer from the "She is a million year old dragon, but looks like a little girl, and one to my knowledge is marriable. One of them also has Incest unfortunately. If you're male, you can marry your actual cousin, and if you're female, you can marry that cousin's son. don't get me started in the rest of the romances. the story isn't the best either, and it's such a shame to me because there are two characters from there that I love so much, but I'm not a fan of the game.

That all being said, the more recent fire emblems don't have Incest and they do have a little dragon girl, but you can't marry her, and she acts like kid so she falls more into the little sister role. They are learning.

Really, that's my only thought process when working. I've had friends in the past who were the opposite, and i saw how that went. I mean, you're probably right. I should have been more aware of my surroundings. It was just hard for me to work without it. I don't like the quiet it bothers me. God, that sounds spoiled of 😭

Thank you for understanding.

I've been working on it piece by piece. I've been busy, so it might be a bit before it's ready, unfortunately.

Well, what happened was I went to my moms house to get something. When I came back to mine, I thought I shut my door properly, but I didn't. sometime early that morning, my cat and dog were playing and opened the door. I did recheck everything, and nothing has been messed with or taken. Since then, I have always checked my door twice.

#vivi talks #galaxy anon

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taiblogcomics · 2 years

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A Nitro Actually Worth $5 a Month

Hey there, fat-bottomed girls. So, each week when I go grocery shopping, I then also swing by Wawa for a meal. Pizza sub, mac and cheese, and a drink. Usually I get two drinks: A non-regular Mountain Dew flavour (Major Melon, Spark, etc) and a Pepsi (usually cherry or mango, but if just the regular is available, then that). But this week the regular also wasn’t available, and it’ll be a cold day on Venus before I buy a diet soda. So instead I got something else to fill that “Pepsi cola” niche, and since it’s something different, why not review it~?

Pepsi Nitro

I... am not a hundred percent sure what actually makes this different. According to ‘Kipedia, it uses nitrogen instead of carbon dioxode to make its fizzy, which makes it smoother? Sounds mysterious~

I also looked it over, like, 20 times before getting it because of the “Draft Cola”. As far as I can tell, it does not contain alcohol, because I can’t find it printed anywhere on here and also because it was just in the front of the grocery store with the rest of the drinks instead of in the one section where they keep the alcomahols. As a non-drinker, I just wanted to be sure! I know draft beers are a thing that exists, so apparently this just uses a device inside it that makes it fizz-infused like those are. I’m going into this blind, you can’t blame my caution!

Well, it definitely made a much weirder noise when opened! Like, we don’t normally cover noise on these drink reviews because most sodas just open with the same normal KSXXXT sound. But this one opened like some sort of dying scream. It was like the KSXXXT was drowning. I would describe this one more as KXT-OIRIOOOOUL. That must have been the infusion process. I don’t think sodas would have caught on in popularity if every one opened sounded like a well of drowned souls.

Not much on the smell test. It still smells like a Pepsi, which is reassuring.

Okay, that is a weird texture. It is, in fact, smoother (and a smooth taste, if that makes any sense). It’s somehow still fizzy like a regular soda, but without the harshness of the bubbles. I don’t know how that’s a thing, but it is. I don’t like using the word “creamy” (in my opinion, a much grosser word than “moist”), but it does have kind of a creamy aftertaste and smoothness to it. This one isn’t even the Vanilla flavour! It still has that mouth-filling fizz like a soda should, but it’s much smoother like a regular liquid or a flat soda.

I guess that’s the appeal. If you’re someone bothered by the carbonation in sodas, this might be what you’re into. Me, I’m big into that sharpness of texture, it’s one of the main reasons I keep drinking soda. So this is probably a one-off novelty for me~

#reviews #Pepsi Nitro #Taiblog

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spinachandhoney · 4 months

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SnakeFace episode 7 script

This is where the script starts to get consistent with the story, so I apologize for any repetitions or confusing elements of the first 6 episode scripts, because (keep in mind) episodes 7-11 are rewrites of the ORIGINAL script. There will be several inconsistencies with the previous script, but not with the comic itself (which I highly recommend reading before reading the script). Thank you

[episode script under cut]

[I'd also like to mention that in the original version of episode 7, Graves called his class "nerd herd."]

Ivan is about to leave, his mother gives him Thomas’ jacket saying he’d want Ivan to have it. Ivan and Kim leave for school.

As Ivan and Kim are talking, Ivan feels as if someone is watching him, a shiver running down his spine. He spins around, catching only a glimpse of dispersing fog. But he swears he saw something, or someone else.

“Ivan, you alright?” Kim asks.

“Yeah…” Ivan turns around. “I just thought I… saw someone.”

Kim, with a worried look on her face, keeps walking, Ivan following along. He said he was fine, but Kim could tell by the shaking that he wasn’t being completely honest.

They arrived at the campus, the grass out on the front lawn was a deep healthy green, large evergreens, and deciduous trees sheltered the building from the rest of the town, lying on the edge just between the city and the woods. He looked at the people; tall, short, thin, wide, pale, dark, masculine, feminine, all things defining humanity and yet… none of them were human. Large disc-like ears, large eyes, more eyes, fewer eyes, tails, more arms, no arms, horns, wings, fur, scales, anything that would normally be used to define anything else other than a human. He finally… belonged. The only thing actually seemed the most mundane there was Kim, and even then he knew she held much more to her character than her appearance.

Ivan then caught the attention of a certain red-haired vampire. He smiled and ran over to the two, the clouds covering the ground so that he could walk among the people.

“Ivan!” He called. “You’re here! So, ya changed your mind, yeah?”

“I did,” Ivan said awkwardly. “It’s weird for me to not have to hide all… this.”

He gestured to his upper body. “I figured it would be better for me to try things again rather than to live like a black sheep.”

“I’ve seen far weirder, and grosser, than having the face of a snake. Trust me, Lilli has it far worse than you.”

“Lilli?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Val’s face flattened and he turned to the side. He turned back with a close-mouthed smile. “You better get to class then, wouldn’t want to be late on the first day. And hey,”

He put his hand on Ivan’s shoulder. “If Garroth or anyone else gives you any trouble you tell me. You’ll do fine.”

Ivan nodded. The first bell rang and the three entered the building, heading their separate ways to their classes. Ivan pulled out his phone, pulling up the picture of his schedule he had taken earlier that morning. Right off the bat, he had English. At least it wasn’t math. Their schedules were broken up into five classes per semester, three core classes and two electives, not counting study hall just before lunch, and a different set of classes each term.

“This should be easy,” Ivan muttered, entering the classroom.

Ivan’s next class was on the second floor of the school in the third building, taking the hallway between the third and middle buildings on the second floor. It was like nothing he’d ever seen at a school, the campus and class levels seeming more like a university or academy than a high school.

His teacher, a man named Graves, introduced him to the class and sent him to find a free seat. He walked into the room marked on his schedule, choosing a seat near the back away from the window.

The teacher began talking, explaining something about a school event for the juniors and seniors, but Ivan was a sophomore so it didn’t apply to him. As he was talking, a girl shrieked and jumped up into her chair. Ivan glanced over.

“Mouse! There’s a mouse on the floor!” She shouted in a high voice. Several other students picked their feet and belongings up off the floor while Ivan, among others, shrugged it off.

“Calm down,” the teacher said. “It’s only a mouse, it won’t bite you.”

“Maybe the snake kid’ll eat it,” one of the other students muttered to his friends, who snickered at the mockery. Ivan buried his face in his arms, trying to shy away. Graves didn’t seem to hear.

When the mouse crawled near the boy and his friends, one of them picked it up and threw it at Ivan. It landed on his desk and he flinched, bolting upright and glaring at the boys, who were audibly laughing. Graves slammed his hands on his desk.

“You four!” He shouted. “I will not be tolerating any sort of mockery, teasing, shaming or other forms of esteem-diminishing harassment to other students in my class. You should all be very ashamed. Outside, now.”

The boys snapped up. “It’s just a joke, we weren’t doing anything wrong-”

“Out. Side. How would you feel if someone were to come along and torment you for who you are? Get out of my class.”

The four boys angrily snatched up their things and left the classroom. Graves sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The bell to start lunch rang, ending the study hall. Ivan was the last one to leave the room, the startled mouse cupped in his hands.

“Ivan,” Graves caught him on his way out. “If there is ever a time someone gives you hell, talk to me. Other teachers may follow common nonviolent school protocol but I don’t give it the time of day. If you have any problems I’ll deal with it, alright?”

Ivan nodded. “What do I do with the mouse?”

Graves held his hands out, Ivan gently passing the small mouse to him. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of things.”

Ivan left the room, heading down to the first floor to look for Kim and Val. He caught sight of the pink and red hair, making his way over, but was stopped by a rather annoying wall of a ghoul; Garroth.

“Hey there little python,” Garroth sneered. “Going somewhere?”

Ivan ducked his head down. “Can you just leave me alone.”

“What’s that? You’re gonna have to speak up.”

“I don’t want to talk to you Garroth.”

Garroth’s grin fell. He reached his hand out to place it on Ivan’s shoulder but another hand quickly grabbed his wrist before he could touch the snake. The black-painted nails and pale skin let Ivan know who it was before he even looked; Val. The vampire pushed himself between Ivan and Garroth, letting go of the ghoul’s wrist.

“Don’t let him touch you, Ivan,” warned the vampire. “If he gets his hand on you he’s able to manipulate your thoughts.”

“Oh, what’s the fun in telling him that,” Garroth loomed over the two.

“He’s a sin ghoul, there are seven styles, one for each deadly sin. Unfortunately, we’re stuck with the worst brand of ‘em, wrath. He can influence anyone he touches to become angry beyond their own will and then he feeds on it, making him stronger.”

Garroth’s lip curled into a snarl, grabbing Val’s collar and pulling him forward. Before he could even say anything Val hissed in his face, head-butting the ghoul. Garroth growled angrily as Val had bought enough time for them to get away. The vampire grabbed Ivan’s arm and ran to hide from the ghoul. Ivan’s eye caught that of a strange girl with bright green hair and strange eyes.

Garroth’s clawed hand reached out for Ivan, just barely missing his jacket before the snake and the vampire disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Ivan shook his head out, clearing the smoke as an upset Kim stood with her arms crossed, eyes black from using magic.

“You are going to be the death of me,” she complained. “Don’t expect me to be here every time you need a quick getaway.”

“I had it covered,” Val shrugged. “We would’ve been fine.”

“Sure, you’re fine now, but it’s when you aren’t that I just know you’ll come to me for help.”

“Relax, Kimber, we trust you. Won’t happen again, promise.”

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, Valentine.”

“Hey, easy on the full name.”

“You two seem to get along well already,” Ivan muttered.

“Val and I have like four classes together. Plus after the café, he’s been watching my back to make sure we don’t have any more trouble.

“Guess we weren’t so lucky today.”

“Guess not.”

#snakeface comic #webtoon #webtoon canvas #webcomic creator #webcomic #script #snakeface script

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mintawasalreadytaken · 3 years

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Whumptober Series: Holes

A story about all of Draco's holes, except for that one.

Or: A story about what it means to give and receive gifts.

Or—

This story wouldn't exist without a nudge in the direction to say "fuck it" and just do it from @vukovich. Her alpha edits made it infinitely better (read: grosser, weirder, coherent). Thank you for pushing for "goth mom" territory.

Thanks also to brightbluegiraffe for the beta. You ran with the weirdness, and for that, I thank you.

This story combines prompts from days 8 (pneumothorax), 10 (ice chips), 16 (scars), 21 (bleeding through the bandages), and 29 (”You’re still not dead?”).

Mind the tags. Hold on to your butts.

Chapter 1

Part 1

When Harry told Hermione and Ron what he wanted to do with his life, he knew he was on his own again.

His answer was met by an unusual silence. Foam sloshed over the lip of the copper washing barrel set at the edge of the stream behind the Burrow. Hermione lifted her wrist in its direction and a sock tinted terra-cotta levitated above its brim, suds dripping from the lumpen toe-cap. She released the spell and it splashed back into the churning depths.

Ron’s quiet was excused by the audacity of it. Harry knew he’d see it as a plan hatched alone, even though the three of them were never alone. Every night, Harry waited for the swish of a blanket pulling at worn carpets, and the telltale creak of the treads on the stair as they all found one another in the dark. Harry only found rest on the chesterfield in the front room; only slept when his fingers hung nearly to the floor but met the rise and fall of Ron’s back instead. Hermione tucked next to him on the pallet transfigured from a single feather.

Hermione hummed. Thinking unhappy thoughts.

“That requires top marks, you know.”

She chewed a curl, and at Harry’s look pulled it out, self-conscious.

“‘Course he knows that,” Ron said mulishly.

“He’ll have to go away for Muggle schooling first,” he continued. “He knows that, too.”

“Right,” Harry said. He adjusted on his seat of stone, the cold leaching through denim. He gave a twist to his wand and the flames at the base of the washbasin flared, blasting dry heat against his face.

They weren’t sure that he could pull it off and truth be told, neither was he.

It didn’t matter if he was sure. He wanted to try something. To become someone who did things by choice.

He’d have to learn how to live on his own to get that far. Right then, learning to live seemed as radical an idea as anything else.

Why shouldn’t he? Why shouldn’t he try?

Part II

“I like to change my shoes completely.”

Healer Hewitt shrunk when he sat. Harry hadn’t noticed it before, but he was a compact man. Preparing to share the worst sort of news—inoperable, we’ll do what we can for pain but can’t promise to get you as far as your daughter’s wedding—made him smaller.

“How uncharacteristically superstitious of you,” Harry said. Hewitt charmed the laces on his fresh pair of trainers to form rabbit-ears and focused on them as they wound together. Harry noticed that his cheek raised slightly.

Harry aimed a Tergeo at his own trainers and gave them a thorough once over. Hewitt was the one who’d taught him to double-check your shoes before giving bad news to families. Good news, too—any news.

“Get that blood off your shoes the moment you step out of my operating theatre or I’ll send you back to first-year healing school,” was what he’d originally said after Harry’s first surgery. Not the most tactful, Hewitt, but it was the sentiment that mattered.

Hewitt sighed. A few years out from retirement and it showed in the curve of his back. The work tired him now in a way it hadn’t when Harry had first started training under him.

“You’ve done all you could,” Hewitt offered.

“We both have. Now come on, old man. No point in keeping them waiting.”

Harry held the door open, head bowed. Three years in residence spent with a crick of deference in his neck. Hewitt had a habit of making residencies hell, but Harry knew when to keep his head low, how to cow a bully into thinking they were in charge. What was chronic back pain on top of the sleep deprivation and constant, low-level anxiety when Harry was days away from receiving his full license?

The door swung shut and Harry pressed a palm to his mentor’s shoulder. He straightened up to his full height and looked down his nose into Hewitt’s dark eyes.

“Let me take this one, won’t you?” Harry asked. “I’m ready.”

Part III

The promise of sitting down was so tantalizing that Harry felt above reproach that he hadn’t clocked the patient’s name before he entered the room. His arse hit the chair and he was careful not to sigh or give away how incredible the relief of pressure on the soles of his feet was, and that’s when he noticed the patient. Unfortunately, Healer Abbott was already firing off the report, and followed up with the inevitable swanning, and Harry had no choice but to wait to say his part.

After all that waiting, as soon as Harry opened his mouth, he was interrupted.

“So the rumours are true.” Malfoy’s drawl was so unimpressed that it put a genuine grin on Harry’s face to hear it. Nobody sounded disappointed with him. Ever.

“Draco Malfoy,” Harry said. “I can’t say I’ve heard all the rumours, but I hope people are saying good things.”

Healer Abbott’s brows darted up to form lines of surprise clear across the entirety of her forehead.

“I can recuse myself,” Harry said, for her benefit, looking at Malfoy. Not a hair out of place, not a muscle on his face moved, yet his bent leg started to bounce over the edge of the examination table as soon as Harry entered the room.

“There will be no need for that, Healer Potter,” Malfoy said breezily. He’d softened, then, in the years since they’d last seen one another.

“One can hardly swing a dead crup by its tail around here without hitting an acquaintance from school.”

“We were more than acquaintances.” Harry’s toes curled up inside the sweaty tombs of his sneakers and fuck it was glorious, even if it came with the price of talking to Malfoy.

Abbott sat back, arms crossed tightly across her chest watching mutely as she assessed the situation.

“Are you comfortable continuing treatment with Healer Potter, Mr Malfoy?”

“Oh, yes, quite,” Malfoy answered brightly. “Who am I to turn down one of the brightest in the field?”

Something clicked when Malfoy gripped the steel edge of the bed frame. A silver signet on his pinky, was the source of the sound—loose enough that it slid askew. He leaned closer to Harry, into the glow from the pendant light in the centre of the room.

He was thin, then, which was to be expected. Showed no outward signs of pain, though the way he bounced his leg, and there was something about his gaze—

“I thought you might simply be big-headed, but now my money’s on a martyr complex,” Malfoy spoke softly. When Harry’s cheek quivered with an unprofessional smile, Malfoy leaned back, satisfied.

“I’m eager to be on your case, and we’re going to figure out the best care plan for you. If you can agree to join me in doing that, I think we’ll get along swimmingly. Shan’t we at least try?”

Malfoy snorted.

“If the saviour of the wizarding world wants to mop up after my haemorrhaging wounds, who am I to say no?” he asked Abbott. He gave her a rascal’s smile. “It’s not like I wish I were at discotheques rubbing up on—”

“Mr Malfoy,” Abbott warned. Her chin dropped as her ire rose.

“It’s alright, Myrna,” Harry gave her a smile that was much more effective in assuaging her worries as he plucked Malfoy’s chart from her hands. “I’ve got him. Let’s get on with it then, shall we?”

She left; they managed something approximating normal and appropriate healer-patient chat if one ignored Malfoy’s over-the-top digs at Harry’s abilities and sexual innuendo.

It was all very every day until Harry observed Malfoy in silence for ten seconds and asked the question that had been on his mind since he entered the room.

“When did the rash show up on your—is it your ankle?”

Malfoy’s leg stopped at the bottom of a swing and held still.

“What?”

“Or is it the entire shin?” Harry stood and with the practise of a person who’d done this a thousand times, Malfoy took his movement as a sign to unlatch the button at his waistcoat and slide back, rumpling the exam table paper.

He removed his jacket and sent it to hang on the back of the door.

“How do you want me?” He looked up from under eyelashes like shards of ice. “Arse up?”

The whites of his eyes were pink, and Harry knew then only the tip of the iceberg of the secrets he was capable of holding. Malfoy rolled onto one hip, and Harry held up a hand to stop him.

“On your back is fine, thank you.”

“Second-favourite...” he murmured.

“I didn't see a note about erythema in your chart,” Harry continued. “The ulcers on your shins.”

Malfoy sat up briefly, knees under his chin as he peeled his black socks off, bunching them together in a ball. Harry turned away to Scourgify his hands and stripped a pair of fresh gloves of their packaging. When he turned around, Malfoy lay back, hands crossed over the third button of his shirt.

“More ulcers,” he muttered, studying the ceiling. “Wonderful.”

Harry placed two fingers under the knee closest to him, his free hand wrapping with suspect ease around Malfoy’s ankle. Bending the leg, he rolled his trouser-leg up, revealing violet-hued bumps. Some were mulberry dark, edging on red—unhappy sores.

“The wool in your trousers might be exacerbating them,” he said.

“Is this you trying to get me out of my trousers?” Malfoy mused.

Harry examined the other shin, a huff of breath for a laugh.

“This is me asking you to consider linen next time.”

The right leg was worse than the left. Harry vanished the gloves and set a quill to take notes.

“Perhaps a silk-cotton blend,” Malfoy murmured. “I like shiny things,” he said, and Harry wondered why Malfoy wanted him to know .

What lurked under the crisp white oxford weren’t any scars that Harry had caused. He pressed his fingers into the soft of Malfoy’s belly and maintained pressure.

“Does that hurt?”

“Not really.” What little colour held in Malfoy’s cheeks drained someplace else.

Harry pressed his thumbs into the hollows under Malfoy’s eyes and tugged skin thin like tissue paper. It crawled back into place.

“There’s redness in the whites of your eyes, and you're dehydrated, though you didn’t seem concerned about it when I asked earlier.” Harry nabbed the quill and studied what had been written over the course of twenty minutes. The picture painted wasn’t surprising, nor was it pretty.

“You’ve got a flare-up coming.”

Malfoy turned to rest his cheek on the bed.

“I’ve always got a flare-up coming,” he whispered.

Harry felt that he was being granted a look into Malfoy.

Thought, falsely, that by looking at him one might be able to intuit what was going on behind eyes so grey they were violet in the right light.

“That’s the first genuine thing you’ve said all day,” Harry said. Malfoy eyes snapped up to his and Harry stared back, gaze flicking to his wanton mouth when it opened to reveal the pink of his tongue as his breath rustled the paper.

Harry felt the strangest urge to learn the inside of Malfoy's mouth without gloves. To prod the sensitive bits. Find the soft bruisable parts he kept hidden.

Open up. Harry’s heart thudded in his throat. Open up.

Part IV

“You’re still not dead?”

Malfoy made a sound in his throat.

“Simply wan.” His voice was pockmarked, throat abraded by too many tubes.

Harry frowned at the dust coating the windowsill and it vanished, revealing a bar of honey-coloured wood. He set the vase of flowers in his hands upon it.

Malfoy summoned the energy to open his eyes.

“Daisies,” he spat. “Pah.”

Harry smiled, shrugging out of his sodden wool coat to drape over the back of the visitor's chair.

“I figured if my surgical skills didn’t end you, the oppressive happiness of a common daisy might finally finish the job.”

“I should have you sack—”

Malfoy’s favourite line was punctuated by a wracking cough. When he finished, Harry was there, wiping the spittle from his lips.

“We managed to close up Myrtle,” Harry said.

At that, the corners of Malfoy’s thin lips rose.

“Are you telling me that a couple of stent spells was all it took to stop her—”

Malfoy was interrupted by the need to inhale. Exhaled, far too laboured for Harry’s liking, caught on the edge of a cough that didn’t manifest.

“—weeping?” Malfoy finished the sentence.

“You say weeping, I say a fistula causing fluid leakage, but yes, in a nutshell.”

Harry unlaced his fingers from Malfoy’s cold ones. He didn’t remember Malfoy taking his hand.

Malfoy’s head rolled on his pillow. He stared glassy-eyed out into the gloom of a storm and was quiet for so long that his next whispered words came as a surprise to Harry.

“I wish I’d been awake.”

The words susurrated, more breath than speech. In the right mood, Harry would pretend that his patient was incoherent and ignore him.

Malfoy’s eyelids met and didn’t blink open again.

“Are you tired?” Harry asked. He wiped the hair from Malfoy’s brow and smoothed it back.

“No,” Malfoy lied. “I can’t stand looking at that charity shop vase and spray of unbearably cheap cheer you call a flower arrangement.”

Harry snorted, and trailed his hand down. Over the rough hollow of Malfoy’s cheek. Whispered his knuckles from exposed collarbones, ghosted fingertips under the neck of Malfoy’s hospital gown.

Beneath it, a set of fresh wounds Harry had given him. Wounds meant to heal, but cut open by his hand all the same.

“What’s it like?” Malfoy asked. “To be inside another person?”

Eyes like bruises watched Harry, and he felt helpless. Powerless to do anything but return their stare.

Years of this thing between them, Harry wasn’t entirely surprised by the question.

“Laparoscopic surgery—”

“No.” The word a cold lashing. “You know what I mean.”

Harry removed his hand from its wandering and took a seat, the chair scraping loudly as he snuck it closer than necessary. A flick of his wrist and he sent a locking charm at the door. A Muffliato followed for good measure, and Malfoy bit his bottom lip, but couldn’t contain his smile.

“It’s a powerful feeling to get under someone’s skin. Literally.”

Malfoy’s forehead shone with the unfortunate lighting of his bedside lamp. His bottom lip was plump and it shone too, slick when it was released slowly from the grip of his teeth. At Harry’s whispered words the light in the room lowered. Dim lighting didn’t add any pounds to Malfoy’s frame, but it was easier for him to open his eyes, and Harry wouldn’t pretend he hadn’t spent years hunting for their attention.

“The best is when you can feel yourself. Poking through from inside out.”

Malfoy’s chest rose and fell deliciously, his hands carefully folded over the tenting of his gown that grew fuller the longer he was in Harry’s presence. Harry rested a hand over one of Malfoy’s.

“What’s it like,” Malfoy asked. “The other way?”

Harry rubbed his thumb over the ridge of the knuckle of Malfoy’s thumb as his hand moved. A subtle brushing, like petting a cat—gentle.

“It’s—there’s pressure. You know what it’s like when you feel full, like you’ve—”

“Not the physiological part, you prat,” Malfoy’s whisper was hoarse. His hand moved faster and Harry wanted to see, but if he kept his eyes up, glued to Malfoy’s, he could also pretend that nothing was happening.

Malfoy’s chin jut up and he gasped. Everything stilled.

Harry squeezed his hand once and slid his own across the crest of a hip bone and the valley of empty space to the edge of the mattress. He brandished his wand to mutter a cleaning spell and cut the Muffliato.

Against the backdrop of Malfoy’s quiet panting, Harry shook his head.

“I can’t, Malfoy. We can’t, we have to stop this. I’m sorry I do this to you. I’m confusing you and I should stop. It’s not right to—”

“Like I bloody care about what’s right,” Malfoy’s lower lids were full to the brim, displeasure churning under the surface. “And we can’t just stop. Stop what? Stop now, when you’ve finally left me a present?”

Harry stood, engulfing himself in wet wool.

“You’re not to speak of it,” he hissed.

In the pocket of his coat his fingers found the pair of damp tickets. The show he was going to be late to. For this.

For whatever thing inside him was drawn time and time again to find its mate in Malfoy.

“But you did, this time, right? You promised. Tell me, tell me what it is.”

Malfoy’s eyelids were closed again but the seam glistened. Harry had a lot of practise pretending not to notice when that happened.

“Get some rest. I’ll check on you again Friday, yeah?”

“Please,” Malfoy pled. The word startled Harry from doing up the buttons to his coat. It wasn’t a word Malfoy used, and there was something about the sound of him begging that was so pure, it lit up Harry’s heart.

Against his better judgement, Harry stopped. Three steps away from the door and his normal, beautiful life, he instead leaned over the bed.

“A magnet,” he whispered, and Malfoy’s ragged inhale was the sound of wonder.

"To keep you coming back," Malfoy smirked, and Harry straightened up, glad that if he was going to leave him in tears, at least they would be happy ones.

“See you then,” Harry said, tapping a finger twice to an empty expanse of mattress. Mind already on the half-bottle of pinot noir under a stasis charm at home, and the silver bracelet of his mother’s that might make an adequate gift to Gin as an apology for being late.

As the door clicked shut behind him, he made a note to himself to send roses with those little white florets mixed in. No card.

Parkinson used to send those—Malfoy’s hatred of the combination would be a nice, safe topic of conversation for their Friday check-up.

The daisies looked too lonely on that windowsill. It was enough to make anyone pity the person forced to stare at them.

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