Me, doing a double take after watching the trailer, spilling coffee all over self and scaring my poor dog off my lap (they're fine by the way):
Me: *ignores burns, breaks out the Twilight Princess Manga, does a second double take after going frame by frame on Link's/Wild's arm, mentally comparing both spirals*
Also Me: So was anyone going to tell us Link's/Wild's Zonai arm matches and looks like the Interlopers/Twili in design, or were we just supposed to find that out ourselves?
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My dad, a decades-long fan of Terry Pratchett’s work, recommended the show Good Omens to me. When he said that David Tennant, (who he knows is one of my favourite actors) had a lead role, I was sold! XD
So I watched the show and immediately fell in love with the humour and the wholesome, silly characters. It’s such a shame it was only 6 episodes. But every second was a delight! ❤️
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in first year geto asserted his dominance by not only picking up a cockroach that got in gojo's room but also chewing and swallowing it like chips while gojo gags and screams at him to stop
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@kagender drew a doromom that activated my neurons so uhh monky see monky do :3 with bonus dororo. he doesnt have quite the same punch without your freakin insane stylized swag but who cares hes here regardless
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Thinking about LTL Remus and like... why it is I choose to write him as a Dom, even though I don't necessarily have a lot of overt D/s scenes included (aside from chapter 7 but that was... a special case.)
When he's at his best, he focuses a lot on taking care of the people he cares about. He protects them where and when he can. He's attentive to their needs and wants and he listens to them. He projects an aura of calm authority and, in general, makes himself a safe space. Also, he's demonstrably good at aftercare, and that's canon - I'll fight about it. And he's able to compartmentalize extremely well which lends itself well to scenes imo.
The problem is that for a big chunk of the fic (and in canon), he's not at his best. And when he's not, he tends to get a bit selfish and over sensitive. He gets paranoid and starts questioning his relationships, all of which is rooted in his own insecurities that have developed over a lifetime of extreme discrimination. And he allows his identity as a werewolf to supersede his identity as a partner, lover, or friend (among others.) But I would argue that even him pushing people away or being manipulative is, in his mind, an act of care. He's protecting them from himself. The intent is there, even if it's not good practice. Ultimately though the important part is that he is willing to see where he's wrong and to take accountability in terms of fixing things after (see: shack scene.)
Anyway... either way (my art issues aside) I don't see him as this heartthrob sex God that walked straight out of a werewolf romance novel, like what seems to be the assumption when people hear I write him as a Dom. I just see him as A Guy that's doing his best to take care of his partners, and who, when he's feeling supported and secure himself, excels in making them feel the same. And I think in general that's all a Dom really is. And he fits the bill for me.
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[image description: an original poem titled “Officium Divinum,” Latin for “divine service,” the name for the official set of Roman Catholic prayers. the text reads:
My baby, he puts the church in service. My tank top pinup. My starstruck. Want to pack his lunch with a heart-freckled love note. We’d be in trouble if I ever left the house—always window-shopping at that altar. Hymn board of desire, calligraphed agenda. I wear desperation like it’s designer: his methodology gets me hot. Never a variable unconsidered. Feel bare under all that attention & so grateful I can’t breathe.
Only knew each other two months when he descended butch fury outside the emergency room at 8am, neither of us having slept. Out-of-body experience as the narrator says I’m gonna fall in love with him. Pinched myself for a couple weeks, cautious out the corner of my eye—should’ve realized this would grow on his kind of time.
I’m telling you, my baby, he invents new miracles. Shows up the loaves & fish with endless desserts I can actually eat. Never misses a moment of mourning. I’d like to think my grandmama would’ve understood this if nothing else: the funeral four thousand miles away & his bike outside my apartment building, bag of groceries in tow. end image description.]
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