#they have to resort to others doing it for them

[txttletale]

It's really hard to be on your side on this "egg" discourse because I'm seeing so many trans women say that getting egg jokes before they transitioned made them feel worse and delay their transition, and they don't like it when people make those jokes retroactively either.

I've also seen trans people say other trans people made egg jokes about them while assuming they were cis, hence joking that they were secretly the gender they were trying to transition away from, which also made them feel horrible.

I agree with you on the point that being transfem isn't a bad thing and it's excessive to compare those jokes to Christian missionaries, TERFs, etc, ie. people who actually commit violence. I don't get, however, why you need to resort to saying "it's not bad to misgender cis people because cis people aren't as affected by it" (the second part of the sentence I agree with. the first part I don't) to prove that point

i mean, i've also seen trans people say those things--but on the other hand i've seen trans people say that being encouraged by their friends saved their lives, or that they felt furious and cheated when people told them they'd known but hadn't told them, or that their lives would have been infinitely better if someone had just given them a push at the right time. it turns out "trans people" do not have the same uniform experiences across the board and trying to prescribe one perfect model of behaviour that applies to all circumstances doesn't work!

like, sure, the people you're talking about exist, and matter, and it sucks that they had those experiences--but trying to universalise out their experiences to create a template to enforce (against trans women, always against trans women, 'who are we doing it versus?' it's always gonna be trans women baybee) doesn't help anyone. you just have to treat each individual person you know with tact and nuance and be wrong sometimes and upset each other and let each other down sometimes.

#ask

[burnthoneydrops]

Language of Flowers (b.b. x fem!reader)

pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k

warnings: classism, use of "miss" and "y/n", stubborn mc

a/n: class differences in historical fiction have my heart and what better man to write them for than benedict! hope you enjoy and requests are open!

For all your years helping run your family’s flower shop, you could not remember a day as memorable as this. You were in the back of the shop, cutting stems and bunching bundles of similar flowers together when you heard your little sister gasp from her spot in the doorway. Though gentlemen callers were not entirely uncommon, as flowers were a typical house gift when men went to call on their chosen lady, this one seemed to have caught her by surprise. 

“Who’s there Abigail?” you asked without turning around. “Abigail?” you asked again when she did not respond. It only took one look at the familiar chestnut head of hair to understand why your sister had gone as silent as Mayfair during the ton’s visits to the country. There stood a Bridgerton. Abigail had been obsessed with them ever since she got one of the printer apprentices to give her a copy of the gossip column the ton had been infatuated with. Anything that was ever written about them, Abigail had saved and regaled you when you were both in bed after a day’s work.  

“Y/N! I believe your expertise might be required,” your father called from the front of the shop, where he stood with parchment and a pencil, jotting down people’s requests. 

Abigail had not moved from her spot in the doorway, effectively blocking you out. “Abigail, I need to get through,” you waved a hand in front of her face but she did not move. She was utterly and entirely captivated, so you resorted to picking her up by her waist and moving her to the side. The perks of her being your little sister meant that moving her came easier to you than moving you did to her. 

“I was summoned?” You looked at your father who nodded at the man standing in front of him. “Yes sir, how can I help you today?” 

“I am here to buy flowers for a lady-” 

“What a novelty,” you muttered under your breath, glancing at the sheet your father had been working on moments before. 

“Pardon?” The man asked, clearly not expecting to be cut off in such a manner. 

“Apologies, good sir, you were saying?” 

“I am buying flowers for a lady. You see, my brother has crossed his wife and wants to apologise, but has no time for such an errand so he has sent me-” “He has truly no space to make time for apologising to his wife?” You interrupted again. 

“Do you interrupt every customer in this manner?” 

“Only the ones with ridiculous stories,” you countered. 

“I can assure you, despite how ridiculous it might sound, I speak nothing but the truth,” he looked at you, hoping you would change your mind. When you said nothing, he continued, “Now, I mentioned to your father earlier that I would like to gather flowers that mean an apology or makes it clear that the sender knows they have done some wrong-” “Ah, so you are keen on the language of flowers? I take it this has happened before then?” You interrupted yet again, raising a brow. 

“Apologies for my sister, my lord, she has been working long hours lately,” your older sister Jeanine stepped in. She gave you a harsh look as she finished her sentence, nonverbally telling you to scoot out of the way. You huffed and pushed the sheet of paper with the man’s order on it towards her before making your way to the back of the shop to finish the arrangements from before. 

It took Abigail no time at all to meet you back there, desperate to know how your interaction went. When you disappointed her with the fact that you had absolutely no thrilling news to report back, she smacked your arm and grabbed some flowers from the vases in the corner, complaining that you should have done a better job. 

“Well perhaps if he was not exactly like all other men who enter this shop then I would have something interesting to share with you,” you responded, grabbing some baby’s breath to add in. 

Jeanine came to greet you both with the sheet of parchment in hand, “something with an apology and sorrow but also suggesting forgiveness,” she muttered, looking at the selection in front of her. 

“White roses, forget-me-nots, and pink tulips,” you commented without looking at her. 

“If only you could do your job that easily in front of the customers”. 

“If the customers were not all so alike and insufferable perhaps I could”. 

“That poor Bridgerton did nothing to you and you know it,” Jeanine tried. 

“He irked me, is that not enough?” 

“Not when we are trying to keep a business afloat, no,” Jeanine replied as she stepped back onto the main floor to have Mr. Bridgerton pick the colour of ribbon with which the bouquet would be tied together. “Now there you are Mr. Bridgerton, and if I could grab a first name to keep our records in order and for possible future transactions?” Jeanine asked as she handed over the bouquet. 

“Do I truly look so similar to my brothers that you cannot tell us apart?” Mr. Bridgerton jested, at least you hoped he was jesting. 

“It is that arrogance that irritates me to be sure,” you muttered to Abigail. 

“It is merely a formality my lord,” Jeanine laughed lightly as she looked at him expectantly. 

“Benedict then, Benedict Bridgerton,” he placed the pound notes on the counter and picked up the bouquet, wishing Jeanine a pleasant day before scurrying away. 

So the annoyance finally had a name.

A few days had passed, and it felt like you had pushed the interaction successfully out of your mind, when the universe decided to spite you once again. You had already been at the front of the shop this morning, but you wished to do nothing other than sink to the floor or send one of your sisters in your place. 

“So we meet again,” Benedict announced, overly joyful.

“Well you did just walk into the shop my family happens to own-”

“I was hoping to make your acquaintance once again-” “At least one of us seems happy about it,” you conversed over each other, making it appear as if the dialogue had no point of breath. 

“I firstly wished to inform you that the flowers worked wonders and greatly aided my brother in his apology-” “Wonderful, now if that is all there is quite the queue forming behind you-”

“And that I have a plan to get you to change your mind,” Benedict finished his thought and it struck you silent. You must have done two or three big, slow blinks before what he said fully sank in, leaving you only more confused. “I must say, it is much easier to think when you are not constantly fighting back at me,” he smiled and you wanted to reach over the counter and smack that smile clean off his face. 

“Change my mind? On the flowers? I thought you said they were a great success?” 

“Oh no, not about the flowers,” he waved his finger back and forth in front of you, “about me”. 

“About you?” You questioned with raised brows, a scoff of disbelief escaping past your lips. 

“Yes. I noticed the other day we left off on quite the wrong foot and I would like to change your mind”. 

“And why do you think that is Mr. Bridgerton?” you bent your elbows a little and leaned closer into him from your spot over the counter. 

“Well I was not entirely sure, but I figured if I could get 10 minutes alone with you, your opinion of me would be much improved”. 

“Has anyone ever told you they do not like you Mr. Bridgerton? Has anyone, especially someone below your status, been honest enough with you to display how they truly feel about you? You might consider that notion and find the root of our problem there. I know you do not care much for your high society Mr. Bridgerton,” you noticed his ears prick up, so to quickly shut him down, “and do not think too deeply about my knowing of you for Lady Whistledown has printed much more than I cared to know, but as soon as someone is off with you, you suddenly become interested. Your ego is much too inflated to reason with the fact that some people just might not like you, present company included, and you cannot stand it”. 

Now it was Benedict’s turn to blink slowly, as your speech had halted all his energy to a standstill. “Good day, Mr. Bridgerton,” you shooed him out of the shop with your hand, waving forward the next customer who had been waiting very awkwardly a few paces behind this encounter. You sighed deeply, mentally resetting yourself back to your more demure customer service appearance.

Mr. Bridgerton had not been back for at least two weeks, not that you were counting of course, and though you claimed you were not thinking about him, you hated to admit how much that man had taken of your mental space. It did not help that Abigail was insistent that you two were fated to meet again somehow, even though you had explicitly told her you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. Jeanine was upset that you had lost a valuable customer, but the money that he could have possibly brought in was the last thing on your mind. The season was usually a high reward time for your family’s shop anyway, you were sure one lord would not be such a loss. 

On an afternoon that felt uncomfortably reminiscent of your first meeting, the bell above the front door rang as you were arranging a bouquet in the back. Abigail gasped from her spot in the doorway, and you did not even want to turn around and guess what caught her breath this time. “Oh my god,” Jeanine muttered, joining Abigail in the doorway as a pair of frantic feet made their way to your father at the counter. “Good afternoon, I should like to ask for a moment alone with Miss Y/N”. 

You nearly dropped the flowers in your hands and stood staring at the wall while the heads of both your sisters whipped around to look at you, mouths dropped and eyes wide. Your father did not really know how to comprehend the situation, to be honest none of you did, but one nod from him and Abigail was grabbing the flowers out of your hands while Jeanine pushed you forward through the entryway. Your feet were cement, standing in front of the man that definitely had not been occupying your mind for days on end, his arms stuffed with different boxes and trinkets. 

As if taking advantage of the silence, Benedict started, “I come bearing gifts. It occurred to me that I had no idea what your preferences were and with the safe answer of flowers obviously gone I got,” he dropped some of the goods on the counter, “these”. There were chocolates and pieces of jewellery and perfumes and accessories. You stared in awe at the collection before you, admiring the beauty of them all before you snapped back into reality. Benedict Bridgerton had come to spoil you in an attempt to win you over and you could not stand for it. 

“If you think gifts are going to magically change my mind then you are-” 

“Oh they are not for you. Well not exclusively anyway, I believed some of them to be for your family”. 

It took your sisters absolutely no time at all to rush over to the counter, rummaging through all the items present and claiming their picks before your mother and father came to join you on either side. With a quick scolding from your mother and a muttered thank you to Benedict, your sisters were off, resuming their position in the doorway. “I hope I am not interrupting any major, I just wished to spend the afternoon with your daughter,” Benedict glanced between your parents, silently asking for permission. 

“Well I do not see why not,” your mother replied, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Mother!” You hissed, surprised she would respond in the affirmative so quickly. 

“What? It is not like you get out of here much anyway!” Your father piped up, making you tilt your chin down in embarrassment and kick his shin under the counter. Benedict stifled a laugh, and you could sense his eyes on you as you kept your head down. “The pleasure is all yours,” your father looked at Benedict as he and your mother stepped back, laughing between themselves. 

“I figured a walk would do us both some good,” Benedict put his hands behind his back as you looked up at him, suddenly very aware of how much he towered over you. 

“What makes you think I have the time to just step out and walk around with you? In case you were not aware, I am currently working-” 

“Oh for god’s sake! Just go!” Jeanine yelled from the back, her and Abigail having given the two of you some privacy. You huffed, crossing your arms in front of you and mentally squaring up Benedict before rolling your eyes. “I suppose one afternoon wouldn’t hurt, but if you try anything I swear-” His hands shot up in defence, “You have my word, nothing nefarious will take place. I simply want to walk”. 

“A walk it is then,” you nodded, making your way around the counter and into the main section of the shop. 

“I promise, you will not regret this,” Benedict commented, clearly happy with himself as he opened the door for you to walk through. 

“Let’s not go making promises we’re not certain we can keep”. 

“I feel pretty certain about this one”. 

#bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fanfiction

[psuedosugu]

thinking about suguru with a witch-hunted reader.

“she’s a witch, she has to be!”

“she’s unholy, impure.”

“that girl, she has the devil in her.”

-regular whispers you heard from the inhabitants of the remote village you lived in, their judgmental gazes piercing into you, as they sensed your cursed energy, as they sensed that something was wrong with you.

you learnt to stay indifferent to their words, or at least to look the part, but you would be lying if you said it didn’t get to you sometimes. you often dreamed of leaving for the city, but you had little money and life would be hard, perhaps one day, though.

perhaps their observations weren’t of zero substance, though. while it might not have been particularly demonic, there was something unnatural about you. since the age of 8, you had seen these……things….lurking in the corners and in the dark. they were horrifying, and they only grew more hideous as you grew older.

then, at about 14, you realize that you had this strange connection to the world, particularly the oxygen around you. as you learnt how to harness your powers, you were able to create wind with nothing but your hands, and as your power grew, you realized you could do so much more, condensing air enough to lift, slice, and squeeze items, it was beautiful, but dangerous. you couldn’t let anyone know about your abilities, you couldn’t prove them right.

you slipped up though, of course you did, you couldn’t keep this part of you locked away forever. they had their proof now, they had their warrant to lock you away, planning to burn you on the steak for all to see, for all to celebrate the death of the witch. they didn’t really think it would be that easy, did they?

you killed them, the day of your execution. you killed the executioners and the onlookers, leaving only few to run away. you looked around at the chaos you had created, dead bodies limped everywhere. you were alone, so what now? you grabbed your belongings, stole some money (the townspeople were dead, its not like they would miss it, anyways), and set off on a bus ride, determined to make yourself a life. this was a new beginning, you thought, you were leaving everything behind.

this proved to be harder than you thought, though. with the money you had pocketed, you were able to stay some cheap motel at first, so atleast you weren’t sleeping on the streets, but your money wouldn’t last forever. you resorted to bussing tables at an old diner. the pay wasn’t great though, and you found yourself feeling isolated. you had no one to help you here, you were foreign and alone.

the day you got kicked out of your motel room, you were sitting in a park, unsure what to do, when a strange man approached you. he was tall, with long hair half up, half down, and a strange aura to him. “are you [first-name] [last-name]?” he asked with a kind voice. you eyed the man with distrust, but nodded anyways.

“ah,” he said, “ive heard so much about you. i suppose i should introduce myself. im suguru geto.” he smiled. suguru had heard the hushed bickering of a curse user, one who wiped out a whole village in self defense. he found you intriguing, and a perfect addition to his cause, his mission to eradicate all non-sorcerers, or monkeys, as he called them. “…what do you mean, ‘you’ve heard about me?” you stammered out, eyes slightly widening. he ignored your question, instead asking “do you have a place to stay, miss [last-name]?” you shake your head no.

“well, you can come with me if you’d like. i have a place you can stay, with other curse users.” of course he didn’t tell you the fine print yet, he needed to rope you in first.

you messed around with the words ‘curse user’ in your mind. so thats what people like me were called? you also played around with the idea of trusting this man. he came out from nowhere, and his offer sounded too good to be true, but you couldn’t wave away the comforting feeling he radiated. he was like you, and things couldn’t get much worse than how they were now, you thought, so that settled it.

you went with the strange man, unsure of what would happen to you. little did you know, you would be getting sucked into a life-altering decision.

pt 2 is coming eventually guys dw!!

#x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto jjk #suguru geto x reader #geto x you #geto suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #geto x reader

[uncanny-tranny]

When I was a kid, I have a distinct memory of borrowing a laundry basket from my parents, and putting it back when I was done. Now, I hadn't put it back exactly where I saw it, and do you know the "punishment" I received? My entire room was completely trashed multiple times.

As an adult, I realize that the parent who did this wanted to teach me a lesson about respecting people's spaces enough to put things back in its proper place. I realize that it was supposed to be a kind of "eye for an eye" type of punishment, but that's not what I remember learning.

I remember learning as a kid, though: Never rely on other people for help, they will enact revenge on you. Don't go to other people. They will fucking hate you for it, they don't care about you enough, and the punishment you receive will be payment.

And in many ways, I still see this type of parenting being practiced. You aren't going to teach your kids jack shit by doing this. Kids' brains are typically not going to connect the dots the way yours is doing. A kid isn't going to have a grand sense of consequence because to them, they did a thing and then their parent fucking lost their mind.

What do you do instead? Preferably, you seek to communicate with them, show them the behaviour you want from them, and don't resort to corporal "punishment" or humiliation.

#parenting #advice #just something i remembered from years and years back #and guess what? i learned to respect other people's possessions just fine! but i didn't learn from whatever the fuck that was #i learned when i respected and felt safe with the people i was around #out of all the abusive things they did something about this just hits me #because it was about revenge. it was about punishment. it was never about the 'lesson' #if it were wouldn't i have actually fucking learned something? #because i just walked in to my room fucking destoryed - no conversation. no communication. nothing. #also the laundry basket was five feet to the right of where it was found. literally on the ground to the right #it was NOT that serious #clarification that this wasn't corporal punishment but the humiliation i suppose... sorry for any confusion

[bloogers-boogers]

Exorcist Lucifer Au

Lucifer doesn't get banished from heaven. But does in Eden.

Adam is banished from Eden but still ascended to heaven.

Both Lucifer and Adam got their heart broken by Lilith who firstly rejected Adam to be her husband and seduced Lucifer to fall in love with her, abandoning Adam and getting Lucifer banished from the garden, eventually she leaves him for Eve who Lucifer caught together making love before trying to offer the apple to Eve. Lucifer in a fit of jealousy and betrayal tricked Adam to eat the apple instead to get even with Eve for stealing his first love. But Adam was pardon for being tricked by a angel (being someone Adam had no choice but to trust, a 'superior'), Lilith and Eve got tossed to hell for disobeying and rejecting their roles and obligations. Lucifer got pardon but was punished with a curse to never experience true love, having no one be able to fall in love with him to prevent further incidents like this to happen again; he was allowed to fall in love but would live knowing it would never be reciprocated which was his punishment.

The exception was Adam who they had not yet know why he is ineffective with the curse, they found no need to worry as they assume the first man would never develop romantic feeling for Lucifer. With time though Lucifer does develop an interest in Adam, not romantically at first, it was more of the need to protect the one thing that could love him freely. Heaven took notice of that.

This gave heaven power over Lucifer: God's perfect and favored angel.

Lucifer did everything to make sure Adam ascended to Heaven, preventing him from sinning too much on earth and giving discreet guidance in form of bird messages to guide Adam to the right path. It was hard work but Lucifer's efforts weren't in vain.

Adam ascended and Lucifer was the first to greet him.

Somehow Lucifer manage to befriend Adam even after everything that happened in Eden. They hangout and talked a lot only when Lucifer wasn't busy with all the amount of duties he had, which was a lot. Normally every a hundred years. He'd do anything to keep in touch with the first man at least through messages, letters or calls and every second with him was worth the wait, Adam genuine love for him gave him hope that someday he will be worthy to get his curse broken and be able to experience what love truly is.

Things take a huge turn though when Sera and the archangels were now forced to take notice of the growing percentage of sinners in hell. They feared the possibility of hell creating a army and become a threat to heaven.

In an act of desperation a seraphim suggested exterminations, Lucifer, who was also in the meeting rejected the idea immediately knowingly Adam would never approve of such thing and would most likely be upset if angels started killing human souls. But he was shut down by all of those who started agreeing it was the best solution for their growing issue. Lucifer sat their speechless and shocked that they would have to resort to this.

He threatened them he would go speak to God if they refused to consider other possible and more peaceful solutions, this of course caused worries to everyone in the room, but they knew God wouldn't believe Lucifer for everything after the Eden incident. So Sera and the archangels pulled a card making Lucifer sit down and take it. They used Adam's safety as a threat to keep Lucifer to back down and simply obey. Which worked.

Out of all angels Lucifer ended up being put in charge of the exorcists. The only two rules they had was that no one was allowed to tell Adam or the winners about the exterminations.

The more work Lucifer was given the more time apart he was from Adam. But every time they did reunite it was magnificent and worthwhile. With each extermination Lucifer became detached from heaven and it's winners, the only thing that kept him away from falling was Adam. Lucifer didn't like sinners but with each time he visited hell during exterminations he became fascinated with the environment and places it had, he liked the hellborns but from a distance. It was all entertainment in his eyes and he loves a good show.

He also was not able to realized that he was repressing deep feelings for the first man. The feeling of guilt, fear, shame and unworthiness of Adam stopped him from ever opening to that possibility. However Adam was very opened in how much he loved Lucifer never verbally affirming it, maybe even clueless about it but with his actions spoke volumes. They both love each other a lot.

But Lucifer knew Adam would be disappointed and heartbroken if the truth reveals about what he did every once a year. He was also pushed into doing a lot of the ugly and dirty shit heaven refuses to do now that the council had him on a leash so he couldn't fight back. Lucifer cannot count how many souls he has taken out, he only knew he was completely bathed in blood, stained forever. And he would still take out if that meant protecting Adam but also keeping his dirty secret from coming out to light.

The years keep going and Lucifer starts giving zero f*cks about killing; murder became fun and a stress reliever, his anger was lashed on the not so 'innocent'. So he kept refusing to feel guilt over it. No one cared of what he felt, no one loved him except one, no one values his work so why care back?

At that point all the angels feared Lucifer's wrath. No longer the cheerful dreamful angel he once was (he was broken, he was different, he no longer belonged), they now knew him as someone very dangerous and cold blooded. The only times you could genuinely see him being his angel self is with Adam. And that was becoming a rarity to see, them together was becoming impossible to happen when Lucifer was overwhelmed with work.

It worsen when Lucifer was stuck having to deal with the knew issue in hand and it was Lilith and Eve's spawn: Charlie First. And the beginning of a new chapter.

#adamsapple #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer hazbin hotel #guitarduck #wowie didn't expect this one to be long but here we are lmao

[zosanbrainrot]

Love it when

Sanji is so down bad for Zoro but Zoro doesn’t notice/thinks it’s some kind of trick

Zoro is the same for Sanji but has the emotional range of Bruce Wayne and thus his brightest blush is the slightest tint

Yeah!! I love love when people write Zoro thinking Sanji's tricking him, bcs honestly its so believable

Like who would take Sanji, heart eyes, nosebleed, serenading every girl he sees, self proclaimed the biggest woman-lover in the world Sanji, seriously if he tells you he likes a guy lmao??

Zoro has every right to think he's fighting a losing battle, there's great potential for sillies and for SUCH ANGST in this when people write them getting together in a friends rivals with benefits scenario for example

When they do it for the first time it's just a way to resolve the tension, after all they're stuck on the sea for days and weeks on end. Time moves slow. No islands in sight. The air gets hot and humid. They get drunk a bunch... For Sanji it's just a silly idea, for Zoro it's finally a piece of something he's been yearing for for a long time. But of course he can't say that.

They don't linger afterwards, not at first at least. They keep it a secret and double down on throwing insults, punches and kicks the next day to keep up appearances. With each and every time though it gets easier to find each other, to give in, when the waters get calm again. It gets easier to be gentle.

So of course it stings a bit when they dock onto the next island and Sanji's back at it again, flirting with every woman he sees, paying Zoro no mind. Disappearing with a bunch of them during a celebration and leaving Zoro to drink alone in silence. Of course it was never meant to lead to anything. It was just a means to an end and Zoro was the last resort.

He'll take every scrap the Cook's willing to throw his way, he just needs to remember - it doesn't mean anything. Not to Sanji.

not exactly the concept you were taking about anon since Sanji's not down bad in this but I got carried away lmao ofc you could then have a role reversal where Sanji starts to get more invested but all the same he's scared to commit and Zoro gets more distant as a result and thinks Sanji's playing him

The endless push and pull of it all

#I really needed a word for namiastka ale no nie znam i nie znalazlam namiastka is such a beautiful word #namiastka ma taki yearning w sobie jesus christ #okruch ochłap same dobre słowa #anon #asks #me speaking #zosan

[drdemonprince]

I was hospitalized voluntarily—I had kept the suicide attempts I survived a secret but finally decided I needed intervention. I was obviously very lucky in many ways, and encountered many kind medical professionals. I didn't always feel understood (especially because of my psychosis) and I suffered from lack of autonomy, but ultimately I do think it saved my life to take away the option of harming myself and force me to deal with a future. It also functioned as a space away from the world, to rest and make art and not have to function normally. They diagnosed me with bipolar while I was inpatient, because they could see sides of me I had kept from my therapists. This diagnosis has given me so much in terms of communication, treatment, identity, and healing, and I had no idea I fit the criteria/it had never occurred to me. Any negative experiences I had are trumped by this opening of opportunities. [insert nuanced discussion of the limitations of diagnoses here] For me, hospitalization was a last resort removal of my power to show me a world where suicide didn't have to happen. This was of course painful and frustrating at times, but I am here and experiencing autonomy and empowerment because I had those weeks without it.

I acknowledge the privilege and luck of these circumstances, and I did not have to deal with law enforcement or emergency transport. I'm also white, was never violent towards others, and could usually speak clearly and knew what people wanted to hear, things that I'm sure contributed to my being treated well. I have no idea what I would be saying in other circumstances or if I was not the one who ultimately made this decision, and my heart breaks for people who have had things taken away from them they did not choose and benefit from. I don't have an answer for what the best system is, and I defer to others to point out the insane amount of pain all of this has the potential to cause. But my story was asked for so here you are!

Thank you for sharing it!

[cosmicjoke]

It seems pretty obvious to me that Levi doesn't care about how other people perceive him.

I think a lot of Levi's so-called "rudeness" just comes from Levi lacking awareness of what's considered socially acceptable behavior, or what's considered a proper way of speaking, due to the deprived state of his upbringing. But I also think Levi just doesn't care to learn what would be considered the proper way to conduct himself or speak, simply because Levi isn't someone who feels a need for or is motivated by wanting others to perceive him positively. He shows no shame or embarrassment for the way he is, no insecurity for how he stands out or is made conspicuous by his lack of social sophistication or skill.

The only time we actually see Levi express any sort of self-awareness or concern for his lack of social skill or his blunt manner and speech, is when it inadvertently has a negative impact on someone else. Like when Mikasa got angry at Levi for "blaming" Eren for not being able to harden his Titan skin, and Levi went out of his way to try and explain that he wasn't blaming Eren, but just complaining generally about the situation.

I also think Levi can become offended when people make certain assumptions about him, like how Flagon assumed Levi was used to living in squalor in "No Regrets", just assuming he had no concept of cleanliness because of where he came from, or when Eren made his remark about Rod Reiss being a "little old man", and Levi, according to Isayama, felt a little offended at the thought that his squad saw him that way.

But in terms of having feelings of shame for the way he is, or feeling embarrassed by it, I don't think Levi feels any of that at all. And I also don't think Levi is at all motivated in his actions by wanting others to like him. He never attempts to modulate his speech or behavior in order to ingratiate himself to anyone. Making friends or making himself popular has never been a concern of Levi's. Others viewing him as good or heroic or in a positive light has never been any sort of incentive for him. He never seeks praise or acknowledgement for his heroic deeds, like, for example, when Erwin tried to thank him for helping to capture the Female Titan, and Levi told him he should be thanking the soldiers that gave their lives for it.

As an aside, I think it also demonstrates why Zeke's attempt to deflect from Levi's questioning of him over Ragako village didn't really work. Because Zeke is very much the opposite of Levi, in multiple ways, the need to be liked being just one.

Zeke very much does seek to be liked. He wants other to perceive his actions as heroic and for himself to be viewed as a martyr, of sorts. He frames his horrific actions in a positive light, like when he murders people and says he's really "saving" them. He's very charming and knows how to talk to people, and uses those skills precisely as a tool to manipulate others into getting what he wants out of them. Undoubtedly those were skills he honed over time to become more effective in his ability to manipulate others. He's a con artist and a liar.

Levi is very much the opposite. If he wants you to do something, he'll typically either threaten you with violence, and resort to actual violence. He doesn't lie, or try to manipulate, or try to ingratiate himself to win you over. If he's attempting to solicit someone's help, generally, he'll level with you, be bluntly honest with you, and treat you as an equal by expecting as much from you as he would from himself.

That's why Zeke's comment about Levi's popularity wasn't the sick burn he thought it was. Because while being popular might be important to Zeke, it isn't important at all to Levi.

And again, I think that really demonstrates Levi's selfless and pure heart. That we only see him check himself and his behavior when he perceives it as having an unintentionally negative impact on others, and never in an attempt to make others like him, speaks volumes about his character.

He really does just want to help people out of the goodness of his heart, because he genuinely cares about them and wants them to live and be okay. He doesn't care what they think of him, as long as they're alright. They can hate him, and it's fine. That's also what his speech to the 104th shows, when he speaks about being willing to "play the role of a lunatic that kills people", as long as no one else has to go through it, too. It doesn't matter if others see him as a monster or a bad person, as long as it leads to them having better or longer lives. Ironically, of course, that only shows what a good person he actually is, that he's willing to take on that burden, that he's okay with people hating him, as long as they themselves are alright.

There's nothing egotistical about Levi. He really is just that selfless and kind.

#Levi Ackerman #attack on titan #shingkei no kyojin #analysis

[brucewaynehater101]

Helena Sandsmark and the Drakes are both archeologists right?

What if they met and Cassie and Tim became besties through it? How would that change things?

Hey maybe they tell each other when they become heroes

Maybe Cassie sneaks him some artifacts to make Robinhood easier and Tim gifts programs for her to use incase the internet starts mattering during a mission

And when venting to each other or asking for advice when it comes to heroism helps them realize when [X] is bad for their friend it's bad for them too

Which would lead to them enforcing more boundaries and limits when it calls

After Bart and Conner die, would they cling together even more? What about the cult or cloning situation?

For the cloning situation, what if Cassie looked for artifacts that could help Tim's endeavor?

would Cassie accompany Tim during BruceQuest and vouch for him prior to it? Would people believe them more due to it or would they be pushed them both to pull of BruceQuest by themselves

I feel like witnessing their best friend suffer because of the Justice League's incompetence would push them to take action and turn Young Justice into an organization aimed for supporting younger heroes

And also protecting them from the Justice League and other older heroes when push comes to shove

Plus Justice League may only have the aid of the younger generations as a very, last resort and in the most extreme situations

Plus they demand very strict protocols when it comes to handling younger heroes in the JL, or they'll intervene. Never again will a scenario like BruceQuest repeat

There's probably more but I can't think about it

To start, Cassie and Tim being friends because of their parents would change a lot.

Tim would receive more support through his grief of his parents - Cassie knew them, and her mom (since she was friends with them) would allow her to spend more time with Tim during his mourning period

They would be able to help each other through multiple layers of their lives: parents, high society, academic society, hero society, heroism, being a teen hero, and how shitty JL is to them

After losing Kon, Tim and Cassie wouldn't share that weird kiss (maybe cause they've already tried to date each other as kids and knew that doesn't work for them).

They would either talk each other out of their grief driven plots (cult and cloning) or help each other with it

Cassie would believe Tim over Dick

I don't think she would travel with Tim for the BruceQuest (cause she's got her own shit to do and that's not HER dad), but she would offer him aid whenever he asked. Tim is gone for months. Cassie can't do that, but she'll drop everything to go to him when he calls

They would band together to say "fuck you" to the JL and form that younger hero support system

But yeah. I would kill for a fic where YJ decides to take care of the younger generations because JL can't be trusted to (similar to older siblings raising their younger ones cause their parents are shit).

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #cassie sandsmark #dc au #thank you for the ask!!!!

[novlr]

what is a good way to introduce side characters into a story without being overly descriptive

Interesting characters are essential to telling a great story. While your main characters are the stars of the show, side characters play a crucial role in adding depth, complexity, and realism to your narrative. However, introducing these supporting players can be a challenge, especially if you want to avoid the dreaded info dump. Let’s explore some effective ways to introduce side characters without overwhelming your readers with too much information at once.

The importance of side characters

Before we dive into the techniques for introducing side characters, let’s take a moment to appreciate their significance. Side characters serve many purposes in a story, from providing comic relief to offering a fresh perspective on the main plot. They can also act as foils for your protagonists, highlighting their strengths and weaknesses through contrast. Additionally, well-developed side characters can make your fictional world feel more authentic and lived-in, as if it exists beyond the confines of the main storyline.

Introduce side characters gradually

One of the most effective ways to introduce side characters without info dumping is to do so gradually. Instead of bombarding your readers with a character’s entire life story in one go, reveal details about them over time. Start with a brief description of their appearance, mannerisms, or role in the story, and then sprinkle in additional information as the narrative progresses. This approach allows readers to get to know the character organically, just as they would in real life.

Show, don’t tell

While it’s almost cliché now, another key strategy for introducing side characters is to show, rather than tell, who they are. Instead of simply listing a character’s attributes or history, demonstrate who they are through their actions, dialogue, and interactions with other characters. This allows readers to draw their own conclusions about the character based on what they observe, rather than being told what to think.

Use dialogue to reveal character

Dialogue is another powerful tool for introducing side characters without info dumping. Through conversations with other characters, side characters can reveal their personalities, motivations, and backstories in a natural and organic way. This allows you to convey important information without resorting to lengthy exposition or narration. For example, a side character might mention a past experience or share an opinion that sheds light on their worldview. By weaving these details into the dialogue, you can create a more nuanced and believable portrayal of the character.

Connect side characters to the main plot

To make side characters feel integral to your story, it’s important to connect them to the main plot in meaningful ways. Rather than having them exist in a vacuum, show how their actions and decisions impact the central narrative. This not only makes the side characters more relevant but also helps to create a more cohesive and interconnected story. For instance, a side character’s seemingly minor decision could inadvertently set off a chain of events that alters the course of the main plot. By establishing these connections, you give readers a reason to care about the side characters and their roles in the story.

Include a subplot

You can develop your side characters by writing them into a subplot. By giving them their own storylines that intersect with the main plot, you create opportunities to explore their motivations, challenges, and growth. These subplots can also serve to heighten the stakes of the main narrative, as the actions of side characters may have unintended consequences that ripple throughout the story. By carefully crafting these subplots, you can add depth and complexity to your side characters without overwhelming the reader.

Summing up

Introducing side characters without info dumping is a skill that takes practice and finesse. By revealing details gradually, showing rather than telling, using dialogue effectively, and connecting side characters to the main plot, you can create a rich and immersive fictional world that feels authentic and engaging.

Remember, side characters are more than just background noise; they are an essential part of any great story. By giving them the attention and development they deserve, you’ll take your writing to the next level and keep your readers coming back for more.

#writing asks #character development #side characters #subplot #writing advice #writing tips #writers #creative writing #writing #writing community #writers of tumblr #creative writers #writing inspiration #writeblr #writerblr #writing blog #writblr #novlr #writers on tumblr #writer stuff #writers and poets #writing resources #on writing #writing tip #tips for writers #helping writers #help for writers #writing help #resources for writers #writer

[lamardeuse]

Quand il me prend dans ses bras

911  |    Buck/Eddie   |    Rated  M   |    c. 3800 words

for @devirnis, prompt: "it’s cold." "c'mere. my arms are warmer."

Eddie's being crabby and he knows it. He tells himself to stop it, it's only going to be a couple of days.

It doesn't work.

When Bobby decided to send him and Buck on a three-night training session on fighting brush and wildfires, he thought it would be at a hotel. Not a resort – he wasn't expecting a spa and a gourmet restaurant – but a basic-ass hotel would have been nice.

As they walk down the winding lane from the parking lot to their accommodations, Eddie's face falls.

“That is not a hotel,” he declares.

Buck, on the other hand, is delighted. “Oh, this is cool!” he exclaims.

“I think you mean cold,” Eddie says. “As in we're going to freeze.” The nights up here were not like they were in LA.

“I'm sure it'll be fine,” Buck assures him.

“It's a tent in the mountains in the middle of April.”

“It's a yurt,” Buck corrects, still grinning, totally undaunted by Eddie's lack of enthusiasm.

“That makes a difference?”

“No, but it's –” Buck waves a hand. “I've just always wanted to stay in a yurt, that's all.”

Eddie sighs. “Okay, yeah, I'm sure it'll be – whatever. It's only three nights.”

Buck stops outside one of the structures. “Sixty-two, this one's ours.”

“What's this?” Eddie asks, poking at the box sitting outside the door.

“Oh, that's the food storage box.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Why do we need a large metal container for storing food?”

Buck's already opening the door. “Hm? Oh, because of the bears, of course,” he says.

“Of course,” Eddie says weakly. Right, how could he have forgotten the number one reason he's never been the least bit interested in camping. Oh, but it's fine, they've given everyone something to keep their Oreos in, that'll keep them perfectly safe.

Eddie wonders if both of them could squeeze in there if a bear were rushing toward them right now. He tilts his head, contemplating how easily he could fold himself like a pretzel. His verdict: unlikely.

“Oh,” Buck says, and for a hot second Eddie wonders if a grizzly has already found its way inside and is making itself at home in their ten – sorry, yurt.

Eddie peeks around Buck's shoulder and sees that the room is blessedly bear-free. However, there is another problem.

“Huh,” he says at the bed. The only bed in the room. He hopes it's a queen, but from here it looks smaller than that.

Buck bites his lip. “Should I – uh, should I see if they have another room with two singles?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I heard the clerk say the place was fully booked when we were checking in.”

“Maybe someone will want to switch?”

“I don't imagine there are a lot of couples on this training,” Eddie says. “It'll be fine.”

“Yeah?” Buck looks at him. Eddie keeps his eyes on the bed. “I mean, sure,” Buck adds hastily. “We shared during quarantine, it wasn't a big deal.”

Eddie doesn't point out that there's been a lot of history under the bridge since then, near-deaths and actual deaths and rebirths and wills and girlfriends and a boyfriend and now here they are, both of them single and Eddie wondering what the hell will finish him first, hungry bears in search of Doritos or sleeping next to Evan Buckley in a fucking yurt.

“Nope,” Eddie agrees. “Not a big deal at all.”

read the rest at the AO3

#my stuff #911 on abc #buddie #buddie fic

[ephemeral-roses]

Since it's been months, I am now forcing myself to be a brave little boy to post my process on my version of Ares, along with some art of Aphrodite. And sorry if the post is tagged weirdly, I still am unsure how to properly tag posts. I post every blue moon, so I don't think I still have an understanding of it.

These are my most recent and decent art of him, and I got a few notes on his design.

● His first scar is the one on his cheek, but it wasn't from any war or battle. When he was younger, he was exactly what one would imagine Ares to be, very arrogant and proud, with fighting on his mind despite having never been to any battles. He would play a game where he and someone would spar, and whoever gets the biggest scar wins. Hermes lost, only because he was so good at it.

● The tattoos he has are from Thrace, where he is said to have been born and was his favorite place. The symbol on the back of his hand is a snake, relating to them being one of his sacred animals.

And here is some art of him I made a few months ago, based on some paintings I've found of him. My favorite genre of Ares art is when he is dorned with flowers, the Erotes are playing with his weapons, and he is very happy with Aphrodite. It makes me very delighted.

Speaking of Aphrodite, this is what she looks like. I got a few notes on her personality and design.

● Since she is Aphrodite, she is very vain, focusing on her physical appearance a lot and becoming emotional whenever someone undermines or doubts her beauty, with the ability to become wrathful.

● But, as a mother, she is able to self-love aside for her children, putting her entire attention to them. Before she gets with Ares, she has already had a handful of children with previous lovers. Ares doesn't mind, of course.

● Her design is, of course, based on her origins from the sea and her being a sea goddess.

● She emerged from seafoam but was then taken in by Dione.

● Despite valuing her appearance and the way she presents herself and encouraging others to do the same, she does have one little quirk she inherited from her years living in the ocean. She eats like a beast, especially when it comes to seafood. When it is in her sight, she is devouring it like a wildwoman. This is just being very silly and having fun. Don't worry about it.

● Her little, uh, braid thing (I guess, I don't know what you'd call it exactly, I'm not good with hair) is divided into 7 sections, for the 7 types of Greek love. I'm gonna be transparent here. This is me trying to sound clever and creative when I'm not.

● When she is upset, whether sad or angry, her body starts resorting back to water and seafoam. I still can't find out how to draw it, unfortunately, even though the visuals look cool in my mind.

I am gonna try to post more frequently, especially the designs I've come up for the other gods. So far, this is all I could bring my energy to post.

#greek mythology #art #greek myth art #greek myth #ares god of war #ares greek mythology #ares greek god #ares #aphrodite

[bicheetopuff]

for the ask game, what're your thoughts on togachako

I’m so sorry for taking so long to respond to this @frausted !!

Ship it

1. What made you ship it?

Idk any other way to word it other than, I admire their devotion to each other. I appreciate that even though Togas a villain, Ochako ignored that to see her for who she actually was underneath her unwarranted villain title.


2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

As a queer POC, I relate to Toga a lot (I also share her bday btw which is fun). Although my phase of “I’m misunderstood and I’m tired of people telling me I can’t be who I am” wasn’t as violent or morbid as Togas, I grew up in a very conservative county so people telling me who I need to be happened a lot and I would lose friends for not conforming.

Also I love how Toga kinda set the foundation for what love is in the story and Ochako kind of refuted that with her own version of love.

Ochako was basically told since the beginning of the story that she liked Deku and that she’s supposed to like Deku because she’s a girl and he’s a guy and Toga kind of set that idea in stone for Ochako when she asked her “don’t you wanna be just like the people you love?”

I don’t doubt that she did like Deku at the beginning of the story but she tried so hard to live by Togas ideology to try to mimic Deku, because that’s what’s she’s “supposed” to do, but it never worked for her and she became frustrated with it. She’s “kinda weird” cuz she’s not capable of loving the same way everyone else does and she envies Toga for being able to do it so confidently.

Their characters were truly made for each other. Toga was the person that made Ochako genuinely consider what love actually was and Ochako is the first person to love Toga the way she needed to be loved in the language of giving instead of mimicking and I just find the whole thing pretty poetic.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don’t think they’ll be canon. I view them more as a romantic tragedy. While Ochako admires and loves Toga, I don’t think she’s capable of being in love with her. Plus a big part of her character is learning to be your own person so I feel like being single would be the best ending for her.

I don’t think bnha is a manga that’ll be open to the hero x villain trope so I view it as a kinda “right person, wrong time/met too late” kinda thing cuz at the end of the day, Toga has murdered people and even almost killed Ochako. I feel like if Ochako had met Toga before she resorted to killing people, they would’ve been the perfect match honestly. But, this isn’t Naruto. I don’t think people would take kindly to hori bullshitting the villains out of going to prison or at least correctional facilities for the sake of half baked endgame ships. Their relationship isn’t developed enough to get away with that unfortunately. That probably isn’t as unpopular of an opinion as I think it is though…

ASK GAME

#bnha #ask game #ask puff #puff answers #puff speaks #togaocha #togachako #toga himiko #uraraka ochako #I love tragic yuri #I’m not a connoisseur in this ship so idk if everything I said was accurate #but this is my take from it #I’ve been thinking of writing a precanon fic about them for a while where they meet when toga needs Ochako most #they’re precious

[cozzzynook]

Drift and Ratchet wanting to make Hot Rod their Conjunx. However they see Rodimus one day in the lab with Perceptor and those two seem really close. They think something is going on between them and try to impress Rodimus. Later they find out Perceptor is actually Rodimus carrier and everyone on the Lost Light is shocked because they weren't expecting that.

Rodimus is caught sitting in Perceptors lap a couple times by bots too afraid to say anything due to Perceptors vicious blank glare.

Brainstorm had figured it out pretty quickly and teased Perceptor endlessly on why he didn’t tell him he was going to be a sire when they finally conjunx.

Perceptor of course grips a digit on Brainstorms servo and bends it hard until the bot shut ups with apologies.

Rodimus has not an ounce of danger sense when Perceptor is with him. Unless the threat is aimed towards perceptor then he’ll resort back to being the wreckers “flame streak” and there will be hell to pay.

Rodimus often goes to Perceptors lab and the scientist can often be seen going to Rodimus’s hab and vice versa. Bots were again too afraid to say anything if they happened to notice and many thought when Perceptor would present a cup of energon to Rodimus dermas that smelled good after the captain went so long without any he was making sure their captain didn’t offline from his own lack of self care.

Rodimus would curl up in Perceptors lap like used to as a sparkling to make his carrier take a break and fuel. Often so he would recharge as well. Brainstorm had so many pictures of them together. The mech claimed it was blackmail but it was obvious the jet was feeling paternal pride much to Perceptors blushing embarrassment and Rodimus’s teasings.

It was a normal week when Drift and Ratchet had finally decided to try courting Rodimus only to find him talking to Perceptor who was in the wash racks under the streams with Rodimus talking to him completely unfazed about Perceptor being naked on the other side.

The two were completely shocked and ran off before the two could notice them. Well Perceptor did but he didn’t care since they couldn’t see him and hadn’t gotten too close for comfort so he let it be.

Until he noticed the two coming around his bitlet more often and paid more attention than usual. He made a point to keep optic contact when the two would invade their carrier sparkling plus Brainstorm time with their pitiful attempts at trying to steal Rodimus’s attention.

According to Brainstorm who took it upon himself to surveil the three they were attempting to court his precious bitty.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about that but he supposed it was far better than the last mech who hurt his sparkling bitty.

The mech was never seen again and Perceptor did well changing the subject when Rodimus would occasionally ask about the mech. Brainstorm again was too smart for his own good and figured out the “fake” talking helm on Kup’s mantel back on cybertron was real. No Perceptor did not find Brainstorm offering to conduct vile experiments on the mechs processor to make them feel even more pain while remaining online was sweet in a twisted way. Nor did he let the jet begin conjunx ritus when he promised not to take time away from his bitty or let any bot hurt either of them.

Perceptor was simply allowing the mech to do what he pleased and what he pleased was taking Perceptor and Rodimus to the top of the ship to see a meteor shower Perceptor refused to let Rodimus ride.

Drift and Ratchet of course took this as Perceptor and Brainstorm trying to court Rodimus and they decided to up their attempts one hundred percent because they would not give up on having Rodimus as they didn’t give up on having each other.

So they set out to ask Magnus and Megatron to land on a nearby planet known for its romantic sea life scenery and when they tell them why the two can’t help agreeing because they’d like some romantic time alone as well. Not to mention most of the crew who were mated and conjunx as well.

So they land on the planet after telling Rodimus half the reason why and he agrees going off saying he’d tell Perceptor and Brainstorm and the two along with Cyclonus, Whirl and Tailgate shaking their helms saying poor Drift and Ratchet.

The two hear about this and it only fuels them more to win Rodimus over.

When they get to the sea it’s beautiful.

Ratchet goes to ask Rodimus if he’d like to surf with Drift and that he himself was going to relax on a float when he sees Perceptor rubbing Rodimus’s helm affectionately before laying down to have Brainstorm rub sun wax on his frame.

Drift comes bonding over and grabs Rodimus who looks shocked and happy to see them both when Drift notices Ratchet faltering.

Rodimus happily agrees to go with them and he enjoys surfing with Drift who tries to show off his skills only to almost wipe out in the waves and Rodimus has to grab him. They both almost go under but Drift is a pretty good swimmer and gets them both above water to Ratchet who scolds them both while checking them over.

The fun does continue though.

Ratchet and Drift invite him to dinner and learn Rodimus is a really good cook. He makes the best energon steak for Ratchet and the most delicious sea pasta scallops for Drift. When they ask him why he hadn’t made anything for himself he tells them he was saving all his room for Percptors famous energon wrap.

The two were so disappointed and hurt to hear that but they held out hope because Rodimus was here cooking for them and looking so happy with his spoiler fluttering at their hums of approval and asking for another meal in the morning when they woke from recharge. But only if Rodimus was willing to spend the night of course.

Rodimus blushed so hard he forgot how to speak, he simply nodded his helm and stayed up late to watch telescreens with the two on a large comfortable couch under a blanket.

He was so happy to recharge in the middle he smiled brightly at the two the moment he woke before them. He was surprised he woke up before Ratchet and even more surprised he didn’t wake Drift when he moved and put the blanket back on the two of them.

He went to make them breakfast and found himself swaying his hips to a song he was humming. The smell of energon woke the two and they immediately went to the kitchen and were in awe at Rodimus cooking looking so delicious and the gorgeous aft swinging looking so delectable with the voice of a siren luring them to their fate.

Maaayybeee the two were looking like idiots as Rodimus fed them breakfast before his own tanks rumbled and he remembered he hadn’t fueled yet.

They felt so dumb forgetting to fuel the one they were planning to conjunx and felt they deserved the blow to the spark at Rodimus saying he would love to meet them in the heat pools later after grabbing food from Perceptor.

They decided at the heat pools to gift Rodimus with a massage to prove they can care for his needs while also making him feel pleasure.

It was Ratchet who wrapped an arm around Rodimus then Drift who sandwiched Rodimus with an arm around his slim waist.

The speedster blushed heavily from their touches and his spoiler fluttered in interest.

So they took it a step further and began to rub in creaks on his plating that would melt his processor and leave him pliant in their laps and servos.

Rodimus was a drooling mess by the time they finished and when they offered to take him back to their room he agreed thinking with his burning modesty panel instead of his processor that was barely aware he almost leaked through.

By the time he got to their room he was clearing in the processor and clenched his thighs tight trying to come up with an excuse to leave.

But the two were more than aware of his problem and Ratchet stroking a digit on his heating panel’s with Drift nipping at sensitive cable lines left his panels unlocking with an embarrassing pop as fluid gushed free and the two were more than happy to assure him they’d help him clean up.

By the time they finished cleaning Rodimus up he was covered in denta bites, his spike wrung dry from Ratcher valve domming him and his own calves sore from taking the beating Drift’s, later joined by Ratchet’s, spike had given him.

They may not have bonded with Rodimus yet but a claim had been made and when they finally got back to the ship with Drift carrying Rodimus who was deep in recharge exhausted they brought him back to their hab. They’d cuddled up against his frame soaking in the heat he naturally exuded and fell into recharge themselves as the ship cruised the galaxy once more.

It wasn’t until the next day after having an amazing breakfast made by Rodimus who was standing with Ratchet’s help, grabby servos gripping his chassis and hips along with Drift grinding against him pawing at his modesty panels, did they receive a knock on their door.

It was Rodimus who turned and limped to the door excitedly with a flutter of his spoiler to greet an annoyed looking Perceptor and a snickering Brainstorm. Rodimus immediately began talking away about the appropriate part of their trip to Perceptor who smiled a little nodding as he and Brainstorm came inside easily as if they needed no bot’s permission.

That pissed the two off and they were hurt by Rodimus just ditching them for Perceptor who sent Rodimus to get something from his lab. The younger easily agreed and was off with Brainstorm following who was laughing loudly and looking giddy.

As the door closed and Perceptor turned to them with a chilling glare that made them both freeze and forget the reason they were so angry he stood menacingly from the chair and spoke painfully calm.

“If you do one thing to hurt him, in any way, make him cry because you cheated or physically hurt him, even insulted him in a way I find unforgivable…I will do to you what Kup and I did to the last one.”

Perceptor took out a living, glowing spark that still beat from his sub space and held in his servo before giving it a little squeeze.

They watched it beat erratically before going to a normal rhythm and a ping from Kup with the sounds of pained screams was played for the two’s audials.

Perceptor put the spark back in his sub space and looked at the two’s optics with a fierce burning they’ve seen in Rodimus looking at enemies he truly hated.

“I won’t hesitate . Not even for a nano-klik.”

The sound of the door opening and Rodimus bounding in with whatever Perceptor asked him to get was placed in the scientists servos who smiled warmly at Rodimus before rubbing his helm.

It was then Rodimus looked over at the two and tilted his head confused, “are you guys okay?”

A look from Perceptor and the two nodded.

Brainstorm was just laughing his aft off as the two left and Rodimus was so confused.

It was during all their shifts on the bridge a few weeks after being back did they all finally understand and learn why Perceptor and Rodimus were so close and now Brainstorm too.

“Roddy, honey. You cannot paint a planet just because you think the color scheme would look cool.”

“But carrier I could-”

“CARRIER??!!”

It was then the two looked at every confused bot in the room who looked at them with pure shock, amusement on Brainstorms part who was next to them working on the paint ray he was going to gift Rodimus, to Megatron and Minimus who dropped their energon coffee and reports to Drift and Ratchet whose mouths and optics were like fish as they quickly put everything together.

“Huh? Oh well, yeah. Perceptor is my carrier. You couldn’t tell?”

“You look nothing alike!”

Rodimus threw a ball of flames at the mech who said that almost incinerating them if it weren’t for another bot putting it out.

“Roddy we don’t look alike, its fine sweet spark,” Perceptor turned to the others and looked uncaring at them, “is this a problem?”

Brainstorm was just waiting to back up his future conjunx as he unsheathed his claws only for every bot to say it wasn’t.

Most scurried off to gossip in safety while Ratchet and Drift were met with Perceptors knowing smirk as he walked off with Brainstorm trailing after like a love sick puppy.

“You guys don’t have a problem with who my carrier is do you?”

And how could they tell Roddy they were terrified of his carrier when he looked so on guard and afraid of their response?

“No kid, just wished we knew so we could’ve asked for his permission to court you instead of just doing it.” ratchet sighed, accepting his fate.

Drift didn’t put up a fight either as he was soon engulfed with a happy speedster much like Ratchet.

“What have we gotten ourselves into Ratty?”

“A very eventful but worth it future sweet spark,” the medic mouthed back.

The two were a lot more relaxed and took their time now in courting Rodimus now that they knew and they were a lot better at hiding the bite marks they left on his frame to be respectful now that they knew Perceptor and Brainstorm were not competition.

Perceptor was just a scary and caring carrier who would do anything for his sparkling while Brainstorm was a love sick jet puppy who’d do anything for Perceptor and by proxy Rodimus since the two were a package deal.

#dratchrod #drift #ratchet #rodimus #Dratchet #driftrod #ratchrod #perceptor #brainstorm #simpatico #transformers #mtmte #lost light #what if

[killa-trav]

hanna:

#yes i made this w instagram #and what??? #sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton #sewis #hanna prater #anyways when hanna said carry on racing #it’s bc she knows seb n lewis will miss each other too much #and even tho they will still be friends after this weekend #she knows it will never be the same #and she don’t have the energy to console seb n take care of the kiddos #so ships him off to lewis being like not my problem #bc angela has been messaging hanna being like help #lewis keeps crying over seb #pls we need to do something #and bc seb n lewis are just too silly to acc message each other being like oh yeh i miss u #they have to resort to others doing it for them

[coquelicoq]

post-canon every single member of kimcom likes to spoon kim dokja. nonsexually. it's just nice to know he's alive and there and feel his chest rise and fall within the circle of your arms. try to do something stupid now asshole. oh you can't? because of my octopus impression? that's right. take THAT. however i will make one exception for yoo joonghyuk. yoo joonghyuk may want to spoon kim dokja, but he never gets the opportunity because kim dokja wants to spoon him more. so the sleeping arrangement is yjh>kdj>all other kimcom members on rotation. actually i take it back there's one other household member who doesn't want to spoon kim dokja and it's yoo mia, but that's fine because she's one of the only people (besides kim dokja) who yoo joonghyuk would be comfortable spooning. so there's probably times when it's yma>yjh>kdj>today's lucky winner.

incidentally this is also the order for the doing-each-other's-hair train because while yoo mia WILL allow other people to do her hair, no one wants to because she always compares their skills unfavorably to her brother's. and she's really articulate about it. just utterly scathing. one time her criticism was so devastatingly, accurately incisive that she made lee hyunsung cry. yoo joonghyuk spooned him that night to cheer him up and yoo mia was so mad about it that lee hyunsung had to leave the country for a couple weeks. the household learned a valuable lesson that day. it's best not to disturb the delicate spooning/hair-train balance.

#i love how often the webtoon shows people giving their injured teammates piggyback rides #like yeah that is way easier than a bridal carry. good weight distribution #but also it means when they go into Spoon Mode they're like. hey this is familiar! #anyway kimcom totally has a schedule for who gets to spoon kim dokja because otherwise shin yoosung and lee gilyoung would #resort to murder #also han sooyoung was hogging him and pretending it didn't count because it was her clones doing it #(classic excuse. it wasn't me. it was my clone! my clone stole the cookie from the cookie jar! my clone ate my homework!!) #kim dokja figures out that there's a schedule but he thinks it's like. a chore for them instead of something they're fighting over #because he is an idiot 😎👍 #the other sleeping arrangement is kim dokja lying on his back and one person on each side cuddling up to him #that's the default when yjh isn't around for kdj to spoon. which doesn't happen very often #if anyone asks no i did NOT start crying the last time someone spooned me because i was incredibly touch-starved. utter lies #totally untrue and also completely irrelevant to the matter at hand #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #my posts #f #kdj #orv spoilers #i guess?? #kimcom in the situation room trying to strategize how to turn him back into a squid so they can all have a tentacle to cuddle #kim dokja only has two hands and like ten people who want to clutch him to their bosom...but what if he had MORE than two hands? #he has before and he can again. as god is their witness