#this has nothing to do at all with my self esteem issues and lack of romantic partners in the past

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-four of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon.

“I’d say maybe a picnic in the park or something but that seems incredibly dangerous unless I can pre-verify that Ivy’s in Arkham,” Tim muses, smacking a few more goons upside the skull. The others are already scattering to bolt, and there’s not much point in chasing them down; they broke up the deal and sent the suppliers running, and that was the main concern. Now they can track down their source and go from there. “And even then it’s kinda fifty-fifty.” 

“Yeah, you never know what she’s left out there,” Dick agrees. “Plus sometimes the things she’s left out there cross-pollinate, and then no one knows what’s out there, including her.” 

“Don’t remind me,” Tim says with a grimace, having unpleasant flashbacks to the skunkweed thorns and pitcher plant trees. Ivy’s creative enough without any accidental cross-pollination happening. 

“So what does planning a date have to do with that YJ-related op?” Dick inquires casually as the last of the grunts either hit the ground or flee. Tim does not freeze, because he's not fucking new here. 

“Nothing,” he lies. “I’m cycling through the projects I have scheduled to work on this week. Next there’s a stakeout uptown and some reoptimization of my utility belt organization.” 

“Planning dates is in the same category as ops and stakeouts and equipment maintenance, huh?” Dick asks with a laugh, holstering his sticks and then reaching over to ruffle his hair. “Never change, baby bird.” 

Tim is absolutely going to, but again, hopefully not before thirty and ideally while bringing Dick along for the ride. Dick would be a terrible supervillain and also probably pout if Tim put Superman in a kryptonite death trap to sit and think about what he’s done, but Tim loves him and wants him to be happy and also wants to make this awful fucking world a better place, and you don’t do that by just ditching all your friends and co-workers; you plan ahead and work with them, flaws and all. 

Anyway, Barbara would be good at being a supervillain, and she’d be a lot likelier to come along for the ride if Dick did. So that’s also another reason to recruit him. 

They’d both probably like to kill the Joker, anyway. Maybe they could make the rusty crowbar and shrapnel bomb plan a group activity? That’d be nice. 

Look, Batman doesn’t kill, obviously, but Tim isn’t Batman, Dick and Babs are also not Batman, and none of them ever intend to be. So “Batman doesn’t kill” is, in fact, only Bruce’s problem. 

“So I know you’re going to laugh at me for this, but you know the circus is in town next week, right?” Dick says, sparing him a smirk. Tim considers tripping him with his bo staff. “You know, for this totally theoretical and generic one-size-fits-all date that you definitely don’t have anyone in mind for.” 

“While I appreciate the suggestion, the person I don’t have anything in mind for has terrible self-esteem and I promised her someplace ‘nice’ for this totally theoretical and generic one-size-fits-all date,” Tim says, because he is definitely still in the closet here and he is not giving a Bat the clue of saying “they” to obfuscate Kon’s gender. Might as well light the Bat signal with a pride flag filter over it, for fuck’s sake. “She might take fifteen-dollar tickets and sawdust floors the wrong way.” 

“That just means she lacks taste, baby bird,” Dick hums easily, putting his hands on his hips and tapping a foot in consideration. “Hm. Well, Zatanna also happens to be in town next week.” 

Tim considers what it’d do to his self-esteem to watch Kon spend an hour-long show drooling over a gorgeous older woman in fishnets, spanks, and a sexy tuxedo jacket and decides not to go there. Also, there’s the issue of Zatanna potentially recognizing him, and also potentially recognizing Kon, who he doesn’t think she’s ever met but is both terrible at secret identities and a teen heartthrob superhero whose face is all over the place and also looks exactly like Superman’s on top of that. And Zatanna has definitely met Superman.

So yeah, that seems unlikely to end well either way. 

“Maybe,” he says, finally retracting his staff and putting it away. “I don’t know if she likes going to any kind of shows, honestly. Like–I just don’t know her that well yet. Theoretically, obviously.” 

“Obviously,” Dick agrees with a laugh, pulling out his grappling gun and wagging it at him. “Race you back to the Cave? Winner gets tips on how to charm a totally normal civilian who definitely doesn’t fight crime in a cheerleader skirt.” 

Tim has no idea how he feels about the fact Dick is so certain Cissie is the one he’s trying to plan a date for. Then again, Cissie is the one who yelled at half the Justice League. So maybe he sort of understands the assumption. 

Kon looks better in a crop top, though, Tim privately promises himself to never actually say out loud. Like, he definitely does look better, in Tim’s opinion, but a) Cissie would shoot him for said opinion and b) Kon would be unbearably smug about said opinion. And unfortunately, Tim finds Kon’s preening smugness increasingly charming, so he really can’t be doing that to himself. 

He was so damn proud of himself about the fucking crop top, the bastard. Tim should burn it. Or buy him twenty more. One or the other. 

The shorts he’s just not going to think about right now. Like. Ever again. 

He’s pretty sure they’d work better with a thong than boxer briefs, though. Or just going commando outright, maybe. Tactile telekinesis probably makes chafing less of a concern, Tim figures. 

Not that he’s thought about that. At all. In any way. Ever. 

Definitely not. 

Dick fires his grapple and takes off. Tim pretends to be extremely heterosexual about Cissie and not even slightly gay about Kon, though he has very little idea how to actually do that, and rushes after him. There’s basically no way he’s actually going to beat Dick unless criminal activity interferes or Dick just lets him beat him, of course, because Dick’s been flying all his life and flying in specifically Gotham since he was literally prepubescent, and Tim has just been sneaking around random rooftops and alleyways and only actually known how to do a basic somersault for a couple of years, much less any real acrobatics or aerial work. So like, there’s definitely a skill gap there. 

Might as well chuck a flying fish at a hummingbird and see who comes out ahead, really. 

Technically, though, Dick mostly works out of Bludhaven these days, so technically . . . 

Look, Tim just so happens to know about certain construction-related shortcuts that may or may not be currently relevant thanks to some surprise rogue attacks last week, and even if he weren’t pretending to be heterosexual about Cissie he’d be trying to beat Dick back to get first dibs on Alfred’s jaffa cakes, so . . . 

The jaffa cakes are delicious, though the dating advice is unfortunately irrelevant. 

Tim appreciates the thought, at least.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

[hjellacott]

Bit worried about Ashlyn Harris actually

Aside from all the drama that's been going on lately, I've got to confess that for the past few months (or years?) I've been wondering what the hell is up with this woman.

I was such a huge fan back when she was just this Satellite Beach goalkeeper with a humble head and the love for skate-boarding and surfing and you know, family & friends first and her work with To Write Love on Her Arms. And I get people change and that none of us ever really knew her, but I've seen I'm not the only one who can't believe what she's turned into. Like, can we recognise her any more? Or was the completely playing out to be an entirely different person ten years ago?

I think it started when she came out with Ali and suddenly she was like, this attention-seeking, uncomfortably loud (as in literally screaming) person with the weird, rather cringey fashion, only talking about gay things and nothing else, behaving like the complete soccer start that to be entirely fair she wasn't... Even on her wedding video I couldn't believe that Ashlyn was the same Ashlyn of 2011, 2012, 2013... It's not even that many years to change so much, let alone in your thirties. It's like there were no remnants of the surfer, the skate-boarder, the humble butch from a small town who valued the little things... Like she was adamant on transforming into this massively public, loud, "fashionable (?)" celebrity. Even when giving interviews she was expressing herself like she had no intellect any more, you know like male footballers speak, like it's all looks and no brain, no sign of the person who got a uni degree and who gave an amazing mental health talk with TWLOHA years back.

And then when they were celebrating the WC, I was thinking, since when is she this loud and arrogant? Since when is she so attention-seeking? When did she turn into this whole other person who makes such a huge effort to ignore her lack of National Team performances and pretend like she deserved her world cup as much as Ali or Pinoe? I get subs deserve the medal and all too, I mean, they made it so far and if they weren't there training with the rest, the rest wouldn't be as good. You're only as good as the worst of you, after all. But none of the others was bragging so loudly and calling themselves x2 champions so much without having played a minute of those games, were they? Even Alyssa Naeher doesn't have world cup champion in her profiles, nor does AD Franch, nor PINOE, but you know who does? Hope Solo. And you don't want to have THAT personality. I feel like when you're confident on your victories, you don't need to brag, everyone knows who you are, your work speaks for itself.

What worries me about AH (sit down here comes my Psychology Grad analysis) is that in the past few years she's been more and more behaving like someone with no self-esteem, who's desperately afraid of being forgotten and needing to shout left and right look at me! i'm a champion! I'm a soccer star! And then she stopped getting called up for the USWNT, got stuck in the Pride (and I love them but bunch of losers tbh), and all she had left was Ali. And then Ali's doing better than she is. And then Ashlyn gets these horrible injuries and that's story of her life (injuries effed her up from day 1 and seriously impacted her career) and she's forced into an abrupt retirement with no glory.

And then emerges this Ashlyn who only cares about rubbing elbows with celebs, who believes herself to be some fashion mogul (that's all she's got left) and who is deeply satisfied with how her life turned out to be and how she's ended up being nothing but a footnote in the history of American women's soccer, specially compared to her wife. We know they've had issues for a while, that has been hinted at before, and I can only imagine there must've been a growing resentment/bitterness towards Ali because she gets everything Ashlyn won't in terms of soccer. In fact it seems to me (and maybe it's just me), that she seems to be ferociously resentful to soccer in general, like, suddenly she wants nothing to do with it and wants to pretend like soccer is not a big deal. How many times as she stated quite firmly that she's now happiest she's ever been and acted almost as if soccer was actually holding her back? as if her soccer career is nothing compared with what she has now, when we know it isn't true, because she still feels the need to remind us she's a twice world cup champion all the time?

So from a psychology point of view I think she's very bitter, very hurt, very pissed off, very resentful, that she hasn't processed her forced retirement and her not so good soccer career in a healthy way, and so she has to pretend like she's super happy and better than she was before so as not to look like the failure she feels she is. She has to use social media all the time and brag about the celebrities she's meeting, the trips she's going in... She's got nothing else but to pretend she's still as successful as all her friends she has to constantly see in social media showing off with the accomplishments she wishes she had. It's the classic game of getting depressed comparing yourself to others so you take to social media to constantly pretend you're as good as them or better, we all do it. And she's gone, in my humble opinion, off the rails, she's unrecognaisable, and if she has really had an affair and hurt Ali this big, as rumours have it, then that only strengthens my opinion. Like, I wouldn't be surprised if she's abusing substances again, if she's in some spiral downhill as it looks like. And what's Ali going to do? She can't focus on looking after her, she's got work, she's got two small kids, at this age Ashlyn needs to see she needs help and seek it on her own, not expect Ali to mother her.

That's part of why I really don't like people going on and insulting her left and right, because we really don't know what's going on, but to me it seems like when someone's not well, when someone's spiralling, they start to really go off and the first people to get hurt are those closest to her. And we must remember she is a human being, even if she makes mistakes, even if she does bad things (IF she has), and she doesn't deserve billions of people judging her and making her life miserable. And none of us would like it in our consciences if she actually is struggling with her mental health and gets worse because of generalised mass bullying. She's still Sloane and Ocean's mother, and they probably love her very much, and Ali's probably struggling a lot, so we need to remember supporting one person does not have to mean stooping so low as to have to become horrible bullies. Let's stay human, y'all.

#ashlyn harris #ali krieger

[buckyseddie]

always hold you

pairings — tasm!peter parker x bff/gf!fem!reader

summary — in which, she needs her boyfriend's support more than anything else, after another particularly bad fight with her father.

word count — 2.6k.

warnings — a little bit of angst, use of pet-names [dove, sweetheart, darling, love, bug], reader calls peter pete, lots of fluff and this is basically just a hurt/comfort fic, protective/soft!peter, this is also sort of similar to my other peter fic (take as a part two that one), peter comforting reader, mentions of the reader's low self-esteem issues and it being explained a bit more, both physical and emotional abuse (manipulation and gaslighting, but not from peter), hugs and cuddles, forehead kisses, peter just taking care of the reader and showing her the love that her family refuses to do, gwen is in here for a second and being the comforting platonic best friend that she is to reader, peter comes off as a little harsh and scares reader a little bit but he makes up for it in the end.

notes — hi! so, this is really more of a vent fic. i know i've written in the past about dealing w/ a toxic family member and how i really enjoyed writing fics similar to my experiences with my favorite comfort characters to comfort the reader because that would usually help me deal with everything. but recently, the abuse that me, my mom, and my brother have been experiencing has become a lot more complicated and traumatizing for me to deal with. and things have only gotten worse. so, i figured i'd do another comforting fic like the other peter fic i wrote about going through that said abuse. i really just feel that it's important to not hide my true feelings and act like everything's fine behind a screen and i just want to be able to talk about this topic a lot more (especially in my writing), because it's so serious and not nearly talked about enough. but, nonetheless, if there's anyone out there that sees this and is a victim of abuse (whether it's emotional/mental or physical abuse, or both) please don't feel obligated to read this. i really don't want to trigger or upset anyone who's dealing with this situation in a very heavy and overwhelming way. just remember though, no matter what anyone says or does to you, you ARE strong and deserve the entire world. i love you all <3. anyways, i hope this makes up for the lack of posting anything (i've been really struggling with a lot, but i'm trying!). gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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IT'S OBVIOUS NOW THAT SHE was stupid to think that he could change. it was even more stupid of her to go back to that apartment.

but, she's always been one to see the best in people — in her case, it's come to bite her in the ass.

even now, as she awaits her boyfriend to return home from his nightly patrol around the city, [y/n] knows that she should've known better.

she trembles as she sits on their shared bed, one of her legs bouncing anxiously — the thought of how peter will react to her foolish decision and the outcome from it is stressing her out, beyond words.

after how he responded the first time he found out about the truth about her father's cruelty and what she'd had to go through, she's worried of how he will react this time — it took almost everything in him to not confront her father, when he first found out.

she abruptly jumps when she hears the front door of the apartment shut softly.

a shaky breath leaves her lips, wondering if it's too late to try to hide the marks on her face and body.

but, when she hears him call out her name from the living room, she knows that it's too late — there's nothing she can do now to hide this.

and even if she wanted to for a split second, she promised peter she'd never lie to him again — after the last time, they promised each other that they'd never hide anything from the other again.

so, with another shaky breath, [y/n] sighs and hesitantly pulls the bedroom door open.

she keeps her head down, her hair falling around her face and covering the marks as she walks out and into the living room.

"sweetheart..." peter's voice trails off, eyes wide with shock and worry.

her breath catches in her throat as soon as she finally looks up at her boyfriend and sees the intense, protective look in his eyes.

"i—i'm sorry, peter." she whispers, voice too raspy to get any louder.

a flash of anger fills his eyes. "please... tell me that you didn't go back to him!" he exclaims in a quieter tone of voice as he pinches the corner of his eyes.

[y/n] flinches at the amount of frustration in his voice.

"peter, i—i'm sorry... " her voice trembles, guilt and regret quickly filling her — she just feels so stupid.

peter sighs, regretting taking his anger out on her.

his eyes immediately soften. "sweetheart, i'm sorry." he murmurs, before starting to walk over to her.

but, before he can reach her, she flinches and winces.

he stops short, freezing in place. more guilt fills him as he realizes that in this moment, she's scared of him.

"look... i—i know that i shouldn't have gone back," she whispers, tears clouding her eyes as she remembers the anger and hatred in her father's eyes.

peter's silent for a moment, waiting and giving her time to explain more — if she's able to.

"i'm... i'm so stupid, peter." she whispers, too ashamed to talk any louder.

peter's eyes widen in shock, not expecting that statement to come out of her mouth. "w—what? darling, that's not true."

this time, a tear falls down her cheek. "yes, i am. peter, who's stupid enough to choose to believe that their abusive, monster-of-a-father can change? me — it's me!"

the rambling and the self-loathing words coming out of his girlfriend's mouth becomes incredibly clear to peter as he walks over to her.

this time now, he doesn't hesitate to pull her into his chest as her voice becomes more trembling and wavering, "this is on me — it's my fault."

"it's okay now, love. don't blame yourself." he murmurs as she stops holding herself back and breaks into breathless sobs into his chest.

after a while, her crying slows and quiets down with her tears now dried on her cheeks.

she faces him and takes in a deep, calming breath as he wipes away the remaining tears away and looks over her bruises more intensely.

"i wanna kill him for doing this to you — again." the venom in his tone sends shivers through her spine — knowing what he would do to protect her comforts her.

but, on the other hand, she also knows that hurting her father isn't going to do anything for them or fix anything.

"no, peter. i know you don't mean that." she murmurs seriously.

an angry frown places itself over his lips. "no, i do."

she sighs. "okay, maybe you do. but, it won't fix anything and we both know that," she says, moving one of her fingers up to smooth out the crease in between his very furrowed eyebrows.

"it's okay now — i'm okay." she whispers seriously, grabbing his hand and rubbing soothing circles over his thumb.

you'd think from how she's comforting him that peter was the one that got hurt, not her — that's just how she is; she always finds herself taking care of everyone else, when she really should be taking care of herself.

maybe that's why they're such a good pair — while they're taking care of everyone else and their loved ones, they can trust the other to take care of the other.

"that's the thing, love. it's not okay! you shouldn't have to go out of your way to avoid him, just to protect yourself." he exclaims, ripping his hand out of hers and this time pacing around the living room with his hand now gripping his hair in frustration.

she sighs, frowning — this is exactly why she didn't want to tell him because she hates worrying him like this.

"it may not be fair, but if it's what i have to do to protect myself, then that's what i'll do — i should've kept doing that, instead of being an idiot to believe he'd change." she admits, shrugging, trying to play this all off, as if it's not that big of a deal.

"don't say that — don't do that!" he abruptly yells, turning around to face her defensively.

she flinches — once again — at the volume of his voice. "don't do what?" she asks meekly, her voice too soft.

he sighs in regret. "i'm sorry. i'm not trying to scare you." his eyes are downcast at the floor, before he looks up again, the guilt clear in his irises this time.

"it's okay, peter." she gulps, berating herself for some part of her being afraid of him — after all, she has no reason to fear him because he'd never intentionally hurt her.

"it's not. i shouldn't have gotten so angry — i'm not mad at you, i promise," he says in a much more quiet voice, sighing as he sees that look in her eyes — the one that she always has when she feels like a burden and feels like she should be apologizing.

"sweetheart, don't even think about apologizing. none of this is your fault."

[y/n] sighs in exasperation. "maybe it is. i'm the one that is always making a fool out of myself by believing in the best of everyone."

she sighs when a flash of irritation shows in his eyes. "what?" he whispers, his eyebrows furrowing together.

she takes in another breath when he walks over to her and hesitantly places his hands over her cheeks.

[y/n] sighs again.

"this isn't your fault, love. know that," he murmurs, his eyes searching hers for some kind of understanding. "please, tell me that you know that."

she sighs again, noticing the tears filling his eyes — it becomes incredibly clear to her how much the man in front of her cares about her.

"peter... " her own eyes fill with tears, even spilling to her cheeks.

without another thought, he gently wipes away her tears. "promise me that you understand me."

she sighs again. "y—yes, i understand," she murmurs, hating the hope that fills his eyes. "but, i just don't believe it."

he opens his mouth to object, but she interrupts him before he has the chance to say something, "i want to. but, i can't just shut off the way i feel — i was raised the way i was and with the trauma i have gotten along the way, i can't just forget it."

more tears fills his eyes, before he moves incredibly closer to her and brings her close to kiss her forehead. "knowing you want to believe it is good enough for me."

when he pulls away from her he smiles warmly at her. "let's go cuddle now, yeah?"

the softness in his voice makes her smile. "sounds like a plan, pete." she murmurs with a nod and leads him to their shared room.

once they're inside of their bedroom, [y/n] walks over to their shared bathroom, to change into her set of pajamas she set aside earlier in the day, after she had just gotten back from her father's home — she used to call it her home, but that all changed once her once-very-close relationship with her father changed.

after she changes and brushes her hair and teeth, she takes in a deep breath and tries to mentally prepare herself for the rest of the night.

but, when she shuts off the light and opens the door, she comes to realize that the bedroom is empty.

she walks out of the bathroom and looks around, her eyebrows quickly knitting together in confusion.

and just as she's about to call out her boyfriend's name, she hears hushed voices outside of the room.

with much more confusion filling her body, she slowly walks out of their room and into the living room, only to see peter standing at the door, talking at the door in a hushed voice.

"pete? is everything okay?" she asks as she walks up from behind him.

he jumps a little in surprise, before motioning towards the door.

the blond hair of their current guest surprises her.

"oh, gwen. hi." she greets her best friend and then her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into him with her chin resting on his shoulder.

"what are you doing here?"

gwen shrugs. "i just wanted to check up on you — your dad called me, yelling at me because he thought that you'd left to go hide at my apartment."

the words that come out of one of her best friends' mouth shakes [y/n] to her very core — anytime she hears anything about her father, she gets easily nervous and scared.

in a matter of seconds, [y/n] slowly pulls away from her boyfriend's body.

she knows that she should try to pretend everything's fine and as if her friend's words don't affect her, but she can't help it.

if she had a few more seconds, she'd probably fall into a state of mind where she'd completely shut down.

but, when a light touch to her shoulder by peter shakes her out of her daze, she sighs and nervously finds her boyfriend's eyes on her.

"what's going on, guys? did something happen?" gwen asks worriedly after seeing the tense look on [y/n]'s face.

peter doesn't speak. he doesn't even look away from his girlfriend — his eyes simply say that the decision is all hers.

despite the fact that him and gwen are pretty close friends, he's always respected [y/n]'s choices.

with a sigh, [y/n] turns to gwen. "i kind of had a run in with my dad earlier."

as she hears that statement, gwen begins to notice the bruises on her best friend's face.

she frowns. "are you okay?" she asks, but after a moment, she groans and rolls her eyes at herself.

"i'm sorry. that was insensitive — of course you're not okay."

[y/n] laughs, despite the seriousness of the situation. "it's okay."

gwen gives her a pointed look, not believing for one moment that what she asked was okay.

"really, gwen," she says, finding some courage inside of her. "i'm probably not okay. but... " she trails off, suddenly feeling like everything is going to be okay with the ones that truly love her by her side.

"for the first time, i think i'm going to be okay — that everything will be okay." she says confidently, moving even closer to peter and practically burying herself into his arms.

gwen smiles. "good. i'm glad."

—————

AFTER A LITTLE BIT MORE of talking, they all finally say their goodbyes and peter shuts the door gently.

they move over to the couch, peter covering them — mostly [y/n] — with one of the fuzzy throw blankets that was lying over the front of the couch.

"you doing okay?" he asks softly as she lays her face into his neck.

she smiles, feeling reassured for the first time.

she lifts her head back up to look at him.

"i know going back was stupid. i do—" before she can continue, he interrupts her with guilt evident in his brown eyes. —"i'm sorry, bug. for how angry i got earlier."

she tilts her head in confusion. "what do you mean?"

"i shouldn't have gotten upset with you. and i'm sorry for startling you. i was just worried." he murmurs seriously, frowning at her confusion.

"i just... every time i think about your dad being near you or hurting you, well, it drives me crazy, sweetheart." he says, trying to ignore the anger in his voice every time he thinks about the type of person his girlfriend's father is.

"pete... it's okay. i'm not going to go back — i learned my lesson." she says, cupping his jaw with one hand, in order to try to calm him down.

he sighs, leaning into her hand and covering it with one of his own.

"that's the point, sweetheart. you shouldn't have to be cautious and scared to avoid him, so that he doesn't act like that. it's not okay."

she frowns, wishing that she could stop him from worrying.

but, she also knows that he needs to get these feelings out and off of his chest.

"tell me, peter. what is it?" she asks, being the understanding girlfriend that he loves — no matter how cliche that actually sounds.

"i love how good-hearted you are, sweetheart. the way you always see the good in everyone, despite what they've done to you — it's amazing," he starts, pulling her hand away from his jaw to hold over one of his legs.

"and i never want you to stop being that person. but, i also hate that you have to avoid him. you shouldn't have to give up your happiness and peace."

she nods in clear understanding.

he groans again, leaning his forehead over hers.

"it's okay, peter."

he pulls away and opens his mouth to say something in defense, but she stops him by speaking before him, "peter, i know it upsets you that he doesn't get to be punished for his actions and i get that."

he stops short, giving her a chance to finish talking.

"i know you hate that. but, i know that you love me more than any urge that you have to give him what he deserves — and that's what i need you to do, okay? love me more than you hate him." he frowns at her words.

as if noticing his hesitation, she says, "for me. please?"

he sighs in defeat and nods. "fine. for you." he murmurs as he pulls her closer into his embrace and body.

she smiles in victory as she lies her head on his shoulder. "i love you, peter parker. you know that?" she murmurs, cuddling up close to him.

"i know i can always count on you." she says, once more, smiling as he chuckles and stretches over to kiss her on the forehead.

"good. because i love you more and i'll always hold you when you need it, dove." he murmurs, smiling at her calm and at peaceful face.

and like that, they cuddle until they fall asleep with peaceful expressions on their faces.

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[hootbon]

Since I saw someone else talking about their fucked up ideas, I am too lol because I suddenly remebered them. But, pretty much just how my lore making brain decides to look at characters.

Kinger: He’s a king chess piece, obviously. He didn’t have to work for that position, unlike the queen, no chess piece can ever become the king, but a pawn can prove itself and become a queen, in a way. Kinger is now forced to be a lowly magician, because he never had to work for anything on his way up. Cracks from pressure, knowing he didn’t do anything, and now has to make up for it, whist his queen, the one who worked to gain that role, is no longer around

Ragatha: A rag doll, something that is quite literally a toy, old, not many people would chose that sort of doll over the newer kinds. Tossed around, ripped, lost, decapitated— so what? It’s a doll. If the doll breaks, you can just sew her back together again. If she does something wrong, you can watch her unravel in front of your eyes until you decide to stitch her back together again, though no one really cares for fixing her. She can be replaced easily, and so easily broken, used and abused by people endlessly, that’s what she’s made for. If she gets too chatty, you can just take out your thread and needle to shut her up

Pomni: A ballerina, she looks quite beautiful when she dances, she is a living ‘doll’, a puppet. A puppet by the strings, not much she can do, but be there helplessly as the ringmaster tugs them. A puppet, also a doll, are just used by someone else’s hand, she has no control over what they might make her do in the circus, and she never will.

Gangle and Aingle: The two sisters, ‘twins’ even if one of them doesn’t actually exist. A false persona, a forever toxic relationship, in a way. Bound to someone who looks like you, is always around you, but acts nothing like you do, wants to be the opposite of you, in a way. With all that ribbon, Caine could really tie the loose ends of the circus, like the abstraction issue for example…

Zooble: Quite handy with a thread and needle if they do say so themselves. Almost like the druggie of the whole group, they let intrusive thoughts kick in one day and than… they could never have enough. Dysphoric, their body never looked normal anyways in the first place, so it didn’t matter if they took parts of those now gone and tried to use them to fill the void of their own ever ending spiral of lack of self-esteem, right? They never liked the person in the mirror, so they change it every day, it only feels normal to be scavenging the halls after hair raising screams of pain can be heard in the hallway, sewing parts together to make something they enjoyed. A bad habit? Of course not, they never see it that way, they are simply making use of what others never appreciated, and now aren’t around to appreciate

Jax: The fluffy murder set bunny, we all love him. His silly little pranks go from sudden silly string ambushes, to agonizingly terrible ways for any mortal being to die— good thing you can’t! Caine would never let you. He’s just a bunny, a sweet little guy who wants nothing else but to put a smile on your face— well, that’s a lie, all he wants now is to satisfy his needs, and out a smile on his face. What is he thinking? You’ll probably never know, ever since Kaufmo disappeared for a few hours and came back, starting to act differently from normal, Jax acts like it’s the end of the world. Silly Jax, it’s just all fun and games! Kaufmo needed some help, so Caine got our friendly twins to help tie up those loose ends!

…Basically random shit, character design analogies and random ominous comments I thought of on the spot for these guys

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#the amazing digital circus #tadc #freakshow au #tadc freakshow #I just think you guys need to hear this

[mageofseven]

How Many Kids The Boys Would Want

This is just a cute post I thought of and decided to do.

All of this is with the Boys under the assumption that:

They believe the pregnancy would be easy or at least normal for their partner (nothing like my series were MC has their kid and there's a health risk in every pregnancy)

That they as a couple are in a stable place in life and are able to handle parenthood.

Based on the assumption that no outside force would try to harm them or go against them for having children.

Also, I wanna try adding Mephisto to my posts for now on just to get some practice with him. I still haven't seen him much in the games, but I've been reading posts and stories with him in them so I feel I have at least some basic understanding of his character and would like to practice writing him.

So yeah, I'm adding him to this post, but also please send me requests involving Mephisto (it can still be with other characters too) so I can practice with this man.

Anyway, onto the post!

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Lucifer:

Honestly, this man has already raised 7 children and still has to deal with the upkeep on 6 of them.

He is going through the hardest parental exhaustion ever.

However, there was a lot of aspects of raising his siblings that he loved and he wants his partner to experience the same joy he did though would definitely be fine if they didn't want kids all.

His answer:

1-2 (but would have to be convinced into the second one)

Mammon:

This man has a real soft spot for kids, but also a lot of self worth issues and lacks true confidence in himself.

This will ease up a bit when he starts fatherhood and actually experiences being a dad, but it never truly goes a way.

He's still a man who would be genuinely disappointed if his partner didn't want kids, but would also try to pretend otherwise.

His answer:

At least 2. Anymore would take character growth for this man and a bit of convincing.

Leviathan:

Oh. Oh boy. This man is gonna take a lot of convincing to have even one.

That's not because he doesn't like kids or doesn't want to be a parent though.

He just has like 0 self esteem points and is addicted to his otaku lifestyle.

Still, this poor lonely man has daydreamed about having kids.

With the right partner, he can feel secure enough to go lighter on some parts of his lifestyle and be open to having a kid and maybe more.

His answer:

1-2. Anymore and this man would be too overwhelmed so there's no real room for negotiation.

Satan:

This man isn't big on kids, mostly just because of his difficult childhood.

Doesn't hate them, just doesn't see the point in having them.

Still, if he had a partner that was adamant about it, he would agree to have one.

Another man whose view changes a bit after experiencing fatherhood.

He still has to be asked for more kids though; this man doesn't have a strong enough urge for them to ask his partner for one.

So how many can he comfortably be persuaded to have?

His answer:

3. Asking after that number will only cause him to have a long talk with his Kitten about not stretching themselves too thin.

Asmodeus:

Okay, this man loves kids.

If his partner didn't want any, it could possibly be a deal breaker in the long run.

However, he's already long decided how many he wants and all the activities he wants to experience with his kids.

His answer:

2. Any less would make him very disappointed but anymore and he would likely be a bit stressed.

Beelzebub:

Oh lord, this man cannot become a daddy fast enough.

Kids are a necessity with him and even if he tries to be with someone who doesn't want kids, it won't work out in the long.

These kids can come in any way though. You can carry the baby or he'll make changes to his body so he can. Surrogacy is also fine. And adoption!

Adoption is actually a big want of this man too and even if he and his partner already have bio kids, he'll still specifically want to adopt some.

Demon, human, does matter to him. Just adopt some kids who need loving parents.

His answer:

5+, but emphasis on the '+'. This man came from a big family and wants his kids to enjoy having so many siblings too. His partner will have to be the one cut to him off though because this man has no self control 😅

Belphegor:

Oh devil, none

At least that's what he will tell you at first and in fairness, he'll mean it at that this point.

Someone who would love a partner who was in agreement about this, but if not, he will eventually give in and agree to have a child.

Will honestly grow to love his kid more than he ever thought possible.

Another who will never ask for another one, but convincing him for more is not necessarily out of the question.

His answer:

1-2. Those kids would have to be borderline angels for him to even consider a third one though...and since Belphie is their dad, they are more likely to be cute little menaces 🤭💕

Diavolo:

This man wants to be a daddy so badly!

This man can't exactly be with someone who doesn't like kids regardless of how he feels on them.

I mean, he is a literally prince and needs an heir.

Has a similar energy as Beel, but has at least enough grasp on reality to have a stopping point.

His answer:

3-4, but more towards 4. Anymore than this and the prince grows a bit apprehensive. He worries that if he has too many then he won't be able to give them the attention they need and deserve with his limited time from his demanding job.

Barbatos:

This man loves children, but works so much that he worries it would be impractical and even selfish for him to have them.

Would be comfortable with a partner who doesn't want kids because of this.

If his partner really, really wanted kids though he would eventually relent, but not until after a period of preparation to help make sure the pregnancy and the early childhood of their kid goes smoothly.

Yes, that's the kind of planning this future-seeing man sees as critical.

His answer:

1-2. His partner is really gonna have to beg for that second one if they want it though.

Solomon:

A true neutral when it comes to kids.

He has neither the urge to be a father nor a repulsion at the thought.

He'll be comfortable regardless of whether his partner wants kids or not.

If his partner does want children however, he will only agree after a through talk with them.

So much changes in life when people have kids after all and he believes not enough people truly sit down and think about it.

A lot of people treat having kids as something you just have to do in life, like it's nothing more than a milestone they have to hit.

Solomon wants to make sure that if he and his partner are going to be parents then its for the right reasons and with full awareness of the changes and sacrifices that come with it.

If after that talk and a few days of thinking on it (Soli insisted on it), if his partner still wants children then he will gladly take that next step with his little Minx.

His answer:

2. That is the amount he will agree to without question with his partner. Anymore and the sorcerer becomes concerned. Is very much "quality over quantity" when it comes to children and understands that the more kids you have, the less time you have for each individual kid and wants to give his best to any children he helps bring into the world.

Simeon:

This man simply loves children; most angels do and people just assume it's in their nature to.

However, angels don't really have or become parents; they have older siblings who raise the younger ones.

Still, Simeon imagines that it's more or less the same concept and therefore looks forward to it.

If he had a partner who didn't want kids...well they better at least like Luke or wtf are you with the angel that's already technically a single father.

Because of Lukey though, Simeon would be content with a partner who didn't want any kids other than the sweet angel child in the mix.

Simeon is a man I can see as agreeing to have a lot of kids, but wanting it to at least be a gradual process.

He isn't the type of man who would want or be comfortable with his partner popping a new one out each year.

To give some context, he would only be comfortable having another kid if their youngest was at least 4 or 5.

Really emphasizes focusing on their kids while they're toddlers in order to give them a strong foundation for life.

His answer:

Maybe 5? Again, as long as things go how it's listed above, he's okay with having however many his partner wants, whether it's a big or small number.

Mephistopheles:

This man comes an elite background where there is always a 'proper' way for everything.

When it comes to kids, that means he's been taught two paths: a single child to build up and put resources in to be the perfect heir

Or two kids, the 'heir and the spare' method.

Though he's tried to convince himself that these must be the right way to go about with having children, something about these methods has never sat well with him.

So when he and his partner start talking kids, he has a bit of an internal dilemma to face on the topic.

With Mephisto, the question isn't should he have kids, but how many.

Because of this, the man has a lot of thinking and eventual talking things out with his partner to do.

His answer:

2, but can be persuaded to go against his family's teachings and have a third if it's that important to his partner, but it will take time and some comfort from them.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me mephistopheles

[earl-grey-teacake]

omg hello! your brain is truly so big for this idea… george coaching logan lives rent free in my mind at all times and their minimal interactions bring me life fr 🥺🥺 now.. very important question.. WHO adopted logan first? alex as his current teammate or george as his long-time mentor? i also have this insane image in my mind of george making a powerpoint titled “7 step plan on how to win oscar’s heart / why he’s definitely in love with you don’t be stupid / we need to talk about your (lack) or self esteem” . yea there are three topics but alex has sighed deeply and provided snacks to keep them going. and also the idea of carlando adopting oscar?? it’s a very strange dynamic bc lando is so excitable he’s def not a parent figure and oscar and carlos are still squinting suspiciously at each others for sure. maybe the three of them are using their combined 8 brain cells to come up with a game plan for wooing logan? and they’re just sitting their arguing over flower symbolism and lando and carlos genuinely almost break up over how worked up they both get. i know this ask got out of control but bestie.. your mind is so large and i am obsessedddd w this idea

Hello! Thank you so much! Very happy to hear that the ideas my brain makes up in the middle of the night are appreciated!🥰

To answer your question, Alex adopted Logan first. I see George keeping his distance, close but still professional. Alex, as both an eldest sibling and having gone through 2021, is very sympathetic to Logan. He sees the spiraling, he understands being alone as your parents are dealing with their own issues, and he knows what it feels like to be left behind while the friends you joined F1 with go on ahead. When Logan stops answering his texts and James brings up his worries, Alex is at Logan’s door telling him to pack up and come over to his place. George starts off in a “I’m here to help but mainly because Alex wants to do this and I love Alex” and quickly becomes “i am onboard with helping you, here is a list of therapists I have complied, please pick one.”

George is absolutely making PowerPoints. It starts off with “No one on the grid or your team hates you + with proof from the group chat” to “Your lack of self-esteem is alarming and we are all a bit worried” before becoming “Oscar is in love with you + photographic evidence.” George’s love language is PowerPoints. When he was getting Alex that Williams seat, I imagined him cornering people with a laptop in hand and a PowerPoint titled “Alex Albon’s Achievements: Why he is a perfect fit for Williams”. Alex is ordering take out and providing commentary on the slides, and questioning where certain photos came from.

I see Carlando adopting Oscar not in a parental way, but more in a “I have more life experience so let me tell you why ghosting your friend and crush is a bad idea”. They absolutely brainstorm ways to woo Logan but they keep failing because Logan thinks Oscar is doing this to apologize for not talking to him for a month/forgetting his birthday and Oscar is slowly going insane because nothing works and in every interaction Logan looks sadder and sadder. Carlos and Lando are definitely getting worked up because it was never this hard when they got together .

Your idea with the flower language is genius, can I write that in the fic? I am thinking of a scene like

“No, Lando we cannot put yellow roses in the arrangement. They mean decrease of love, that’s an awful flower to include.”

“How about orange lilies? There aren’t exactly a ton of papaya or orange flowers to choose from.”

“No! Orange lilies mean hatred. We should be starting simple like pink roses and baby breaths.”

“Those options are basic. They don’t have personality to them. It looks like Oscar just went to a supermarket and picked it up. How is anyone supposed to feel special receiving a standard supermarket bouquet?”

“I wouldn’t know Lando. You never got me flowers before so I don’t know how I would feel receiving a supermarket bouquet?”

This ask was super fun to answer! Thank you so much for sending it❤️ I am also obsessed with it and am drafting outlines to write it. Please feel free to send more asks. I really love answering them.

#galex #carlando #loscar #george russell #alex albon #logan sargeant #carlos sainz #lando norris #oscar piastri #f1 rpf #f1 rpf fic #This is looking like a really fun thing to write but also a really long thing to write #George is a very supportive boyfriend and won’t stop talking about Alex #Logan is sad but at least they take him to Monaco instead of letting him be sad in London #Oscar is panicking because talking with Logan has never been this hard #Something is wrong when Logan doesn’t laugh at his jokes the same way he used to #Carlos and Lando are debating whether Logan would find gin tasting romantic #they are pulling at straws here trying to find something that works #i am working on it #Alex is just trying his best to stop the spiraling

[sidsinning]

You know Luka also has something that sets him off that has nothing to do with being selfless like anyone does

Abandonment

Daddy issues part 2 baby (part 1 being Adrien ofc)

The times he's been preyed on by an akuma stemming from his own feelings being hurt were in Truth and and Crocoduel

Luka has never been mad/upset at Marinette for her indecision or her love for Adrien literally ever, it's just not in his nature to covet romantic love as a major priority

He got sad when she wasn't present during their relationship, missing out on important events and dates- then finally he opened up a very vulnerable part to himself, only to be told straight up that she cannot reciprocate his amount of vulnerability in their relationship. They're in a relationship, so ofc he expects a certain amount of attention and affection equal to his own.

Second time is when he thinks Marinette doesn't want to be in his life at all anymore in Crocoduel. Like anyone would be, he was upset after their break up bc, hey- he did love her and want their relationship to work out. But his sadness didn't ever reach a point to where he couldn't control it. What's important to him is simply having those he holds dear to be with him. Marinette not wanting to be near him at all is what truly upsets him, bc gf or not, he just wants those he loves to love him in return.

Wanting the people he loves with him, to communicate with him, spend time with him, etc.- are all things that stem from his own desires and self esteem. It's how the reassurances of his other friends stops the akuma.

Like yeah he could be fleshed out more (lack of screentime,,,,hic,,,sob,,,) but I really appreciate the small morsels we get of him here and there 😭 literally an empath

Also as an elderly being 👩‍🦳 watching the show now, his lax attitude towards teenage love is so refreshing dtvdybfkt- like don't get me wrong, I live for the melodrama of mlb most of the time, but he reminds me shit ain't really that serious in your teens and if we treated it like just a natural cycle of life we'd all be better for it 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

I'm Marinette in terms of uncontrollable and erratically nervous behavior around my crush

But also I'm Luka where I'm like: Well, I'll live. I'm still young. I got my art, family, and friends- after a few awkward weeks even my ex is still my good friend so things are great 👍

#yeah yeah i get it everything feels world ending in your teens #for me also yes but NOT from romance #more like ap class work and college apps #every time i had a crush i was like well this sucks but also it'll pass #and ofc i was right #mlb #ml #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #Viperion #sidrabbles #Idk my cynical ass finds romantic love so fleeting while platonic/familial love are infinitely more permanent and unconditional

[deusvervewrites]

Also, just my two cents regarding "OfA kills Quirked Users", it has the same issue as Quirk Doomsday Theory: There is no agency.

If thats how the Quirk works, no one can do anything about it, but also, Izuku was Quirkless, so nothing needs to be done about it. Its empty information that has zero consequences for the characters or the plot, but messes up past plotpoints on accident.

It MIGHT have worked, if this hadn't been a retcon and All Might knew from the beginning and maybe just kept it secret to protect Izukus self esteem (chosen because only he can survive it instead of chosen for pure heroic heart), but even then it would have undermined the core message of "everyone can be a hero" of the entire series.

Which also begs the question, WHY was this retcon introduced in the first place?

To explain the short lifespans of previous holders? Why like this, AfO is right fucking there!

To up the stakes by essentially sayin Izuku can't just pass it to someone else? By that time Izuku was already firmly established as THE protagonist, no one could have replaced him an no one would have bought it, not to mention that Izuku slowly seeing OfA as his own and seeing himseldf as worthy of it is another of the core story-beats that is undermined by this!

Two foreshadow a "AfO steals it and kills himself" type of finale? The dude has been overdosing on Quirks for 2 centuries, just say he overate, no need to make it this complicated!

It's just so confusing.

You're so right about the lack of agency. It's such a dumb twist that adds nothing and removes so much. I hate it. I hate it.

#asks #meta

[greenerteacups]

Re: your recent response about Draco wearing blue - fashion is not something I tend to pick up on (or understand very well generally), so I’m always curious to hear more about it! Do you have any other fashion thoughts you want to elaborate on? You’ve talked a bit about Draco and Hermione’s fashion, what about Harry or Ron?

Aw, yeah! I'll preface this by saying that the following is a combination of canon and headcanon; some of this is evidenced in the text of the fic, but some of it probably isn't, it's just something that's in my head when describing them.

Harry's pretty small in Lionheart, as a consequence of chronic malnutrition in childhood mixed with a genetic predisposition to it (James is canonically a short king, cf. "Hairy Little Christmas.") That means a lot of his muggle clothes don't fit well, being hand-me-downs from Dudley; in contrast, his school robes, which we know he got tailored at Malkin's, seem to fit normally (i.e., Harry fits better in the magical world, it's his home, it suits him). In general, Harry's fashion is "adequate, but not great," which makes sense; he never had the chance to choose his own clothes growing up, and then he went to boarding school with a uniform, so when would he develop a sense of style? Honestly, it's a relief for him to have one fewer decisions to make.

Like Ron, Harry's uniform isn't super meticulous, but he seems to make an effort. He does his tie and keeps his shirt clean, etc. (which makes sense; Harry cares about belonging here). When we see Harry out of uniform, he's usually wearing baggy t-shirts and jeans, which are the least nice clothes you could give to someone while still expecting them to last; they're also clothes that fit loose and hang long on his body (very late-80's + early 90's).

Ron, on the other hand, doesn't have any qualms about belonging in the magical world; he was born to it. This manifests as a laziness with his robes. He doesn't bother with his tie as much, if at all, and when he does it's not the right knot (Draco points it out in Book 3); since he's the brother of not one but two Head Boys, we have to assume that's deliberate, or that at some extent his lack of attention is a deliberate manifestation of something. Ron is youngest boy, he has self-esteem issues, and the way this manifests is by Ron never asking for anything and then getting sour when nothing goes his way. He doesn't try, so he can't feel bad when he fails. Besides which, when Ron does try to dress nice, it backfires; it's either an uncomfortable costume, like in "Operation Prewett," or it's a horrible hand-me-down, e.g. the Yule Ball outfit. Contrast him with the other Weasley boys, many of whom — especially the three oldest — have their own cultivated aesthetics, because they all know who they are. Ron is figuring that out, and it manifests in stylistically messy ways.

#fun fact: the scene with Harry and Draco at Madame Malkins is a scene I axed for efficiency #but I like to imagine they both went they just did on a different day #I looped back around to it at the end of book 3 like oh haha actually Narcissa prefers Savile Row #like I get why Harry's here — why is Draco putting off his tailoring until they're about to leave? #come to think of it: Draco grew up in a pureblood family. Doesn't he already own a set of robes? Or several? #Are the Hogwarts robes That Different from the bog-standard garment you'd have in your wardrobe as a 10y/o wizarding child? #this is of no consequence whatsoever #except on the set-dressing question of what it is the hogwarts robes actually look like #because the movies give us this simple (easily mass-produced for their billion extras) black hooded situation #I THOUGHT I read somewhere that the ties-by-house theme was fanon but I cannot be arsed to check #I just know that Harry is able to clock people by their House even when he doesn't know their names #which implies to me there's a visual marker; either a badge or a tie #greenteacup asks

[psychoticallytrans]

i think it is great that you encourage reading comprehension on your own posts without being condescending

you might have already posted about this (I didnt look yet sorry) do you have any strong feelings about the "lack of reading comprehension" on tumblr

I don't believe it's a tumblr issue. I believe it's an issue of education that is manifesting on Tumblr as well as many other places.

Tumblr skews heavily USAmerican, and our educational system - along with many others, but ours is the one that I know best - has been devaluing the humanities for decades, and I don't believe it has ever done a good job of teaching how to read for understanding of the text. Many "how to read" programs begin and end with students knowing what words they are reading, if not even earlier at just providing people with books.

These programs fill crucial gaps in education, but we also need programs teaching more complex comprehension skills, such as interpretation of authorial intent and how well they succeeded at fulfilling it, the meaning of common metaphors and symbolism, and looking at the source of a text for context. Without these skills being explicitly taught, adults are left stumbling along when it comes to reading and understanding complex texts, or even just ones written by people they don't understand. The phrase "The beautiful whiteness of the countryside" means something very different from a white racist than from an Inuk person, but without looking for and understanding that context, many people will assign the meaning that makes the most sense to them.

However, the bigger problem in my opinion is the aggression and lack of willingness to be wrong that many people with poor reading comprehension have, which makes it impossible for them to learn better comprehension. This, I believe, is due to a much more insidious gap in USAmerican education: the inability to let a student be wrong without it being something wrong with them. A wrong answer on a test is not seen as it should be as an opportunity to learn and do better next time, but as a personal failure on the part of the student and an indication of their worth. Think of how many times you've seen "poor reading comprehension" and "lack of reading comprehension" hurled as insults on this site. Poor reading comprehension is not an indication of morals or character, and should not be treated as such. It is a gap in their education.

This is in good part because of the pressures of standardized testing bleeding down into all parts of our educational system. Standardized testing determines a good part of school funding, so many schools place an incredible amount of strain on the students to try to motivate good scores. This, in many cases, leads to teachers tying praise to good scores and nothing else, and scolding students who score poorly. Since young minds tend to tie praise and scoldings to their self esteem, and school makes up a huge part of children's lives, their self esteem is heavily influenced by the amount of things that they get right in school. Some parents reinforce this at home by only praising children for good scores in school, and frequently scolding and punishing children for poor scores.

Being right means feeling good and being praised, and makes you feel better about yourself. Being wrong means feeling bad and being scolded or even punished, and lowers your self esteem. So of course this leads to people who are very resistant to admitting they are wrong. Of course people don't want to feel bad and like they are going to be scolded or punished. Of course they want to be right all the time and feel good about themselves all the time. Of course this makes it difficult to learn better, because what is there to learn if you have to be right?

That is what I think of the state of reading comprehension on Tumblr. That due to the high proportion of USAmericans, it is heavily influenced by the USAmerican educational system, and specifically by some of its major flaws.

[still-with-koo]

Dance with Me | JHS

summary: you’re in love with your best friend and that’s been enough for you all these years, satisfied with just being his friend. but when he surprises you with a home-cooked meal, tira misu, and impromptu dancing, something snaps in you. is this the start, or the end, of something beautiful?

pairing: hoseok x lawyer!reader

wc: 5,222

genre/warnings/rating: 15+; angst; fluff; best friends to lovers; pining; unrequited love; some (poor) attempts at humour; a few swear words; kissing; unexpected kissing; Hobi has a pet name for you (pumpkin); sexual innuendos; suggestive themes; some dancing; people barge in; cameo from namjoon and jimin; minor self doubt / self esteem issues. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: this is a repost of a birthday gift for Hobi <3

You’re done. Finally, after three weeks of full day hearings sandwiched between late nights working into early mornings, you just presented your final arguments to the judge. Your part is over and now it’s in the court’s hands.

It’s only now that you realize the full extent of your exhaustion. Almost at your apartment building, your legs feel like they might give out. The benefit of living close to the courthouse is that you can walk to it. It’s also the disadvantage on days like today. A lazy car ride seems much more appealing than a 20 minute walk after the last few weeks you’ve had.

Your head is buzzing from lack of sleep and food. All you want to do is melt into your couch and do absolutely nothing while someone serves you a warm home-cooked meal.

But you don’t have a someone unfortunately.

Finally you get to your door and turn the lock. But it’s already unlocked? Slowly opening the door, you scan the inside.

Oh no.

Someone’s in the kitchen.

You quickly pull out your phone only to be greeted with—

“Y/N?”

You sigh in relief at the sight of your best friend, Hobi, coming out of the kitchen.

He seems surprised to see you. Odd, considering it’s your apartment.

“Joon said you wouldn’t be back for another half hour,” Hobi exasperates, running his hand through his hair. “I haven’t finished the seasoning yet and the chicken still needs some more time.”

He pauses to look at you as you continue to stand in the doorway. His nose scrunches up as he tries to gauge your mood. This little habit of his always makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst. Even more so now; you’ve really missed seeing him these past few weeks.

“Ah, my timing is bad, right?”

You walk over to him, ignoring his question while he continues to stare at you, waiting for a response. His confusion is so endearing.

You suddenly throw your arms around him, startling him. You pull him in tight and as if a light switch turned on, his hands snake around you, squeezing you even tighter and letting out a low hum of satisfaction.

“I’m really happy you’re here, Hobi.”

You pull back your head a bit, “Just give me a heads up first next time, ok? I almost called the police.”

Hobi laughs and pulls you back into him.

“My bad. I just wanted to surprise you.”

He gives you a messy kiss on the side of your face as you playfully pull away, feigning disgust as you pretend to wipe it away while he pouts at you. His hand lingers on your waist and you let it fall away as you plop down onto your couch with a loud thump.

“I’m just kidding, Hobi. You know I love surprises and I love you… for doing this. I’m just exhausted.”

Hobi sits down beside you, rubbing your thigh soothingly as he looks over at you leaning back on the couch. You do look absolutely exhausted.

He notices several strands of hair in your eyes, which you don’t bother to move away as you close your eyes.

If your eyes had been open, you would have noticed Hobi furrowing his brows as he leans towards you. He couldn’t stand it when your hair got in your eyes.

You feel him press into the couch and when you open your eyes you see him merely inches from your face, gently leaning over you to brush the hair out of your eyes strand by strand. As you look up at him, you notice the concentration in his eyes. It’s intense and impossibly cute.

And you also notice how close his lips are to yours at this angle. Like little pink petals.

He looks down into your eyes and smiles. You blush at the feeling of his eyes gazing deeply into yours. You can usually control your feelings around him but something about the way he is staring into your soul—

“I missed you Y/N. You were so busy, pumpkin. I was worried about you.”

His eyes flutter to your lips for a split second and when his head dips slightly you feel a sudden urge to kiss him.

You bite your lip, settling for a quick glance instead.

But it seems you stared at his lips for a second too long.

“Are you feeling ok, pumpkin?”

“Huh?”

You flick your eyes back up to his quickly, hoping your cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.

“You were just staring. Kind of cute, actually.”

“Ahem. I wasn’t staring.”

He backs up from you a bit and you can see the beginnings of a grin.

“I’ve known you long enough, Y/N. What are you thinking about?”

With that sly smile on his face, this felt like the beginning of some fantasy, a dream you’ve had far more times than you’d care to admit. One where you confess you wanted to kiss him and then...

But you couldn’t tell him that. Oh. Definitely not.

“Um, I’m just thinking about…” You trail off, blanking on anything other than the truth. I’m thinking about you, Hobi. About how much I want to kiss you.

He then breaks into a chuckle.

“I’m just teasing, pumpkin. You don’t have to tell me. I should go check on the chicken.”

As he starts to rise, you mindlessly throw your arms around his neck again, pulling him into you, throwing him off balance as he crashes into you.

“Y/N what—”

He immediately plants his hands on either side of you to avoid having his body crush you but you feel his weight on you anyway, relishing the closeness for a few seconds longer than you probably should.

You pull him tight against you and nuzzle against his neck, whispering against his ear sleepily, “Don’t go yet, Hobi. I missed you too. I missed your hugs sooo much.”

He just chuckles into your hair, his free hand snaking under your waist so he can give you a quick squeeze.

“I’m not going anywhere, pumpkin. But I need to check on the chicken. Unless you don’t mind charred chicken breast.”

“Mmm… I don’t mind.”

“Well, I do.”

He plants a soft kiss on the side of your head and pulls away, chuckling at the little whine you let out at his release. Your eyes are closed but you can sense his presence hovering over you for a few seconds before he walks away.

You let out a puff of air as you slowly open your eyes. Your forehead creases as you realize you are starting to become reckless. You are starting to cross the line from friendship into something more. You’re playing a dangerous game and you start to feel guilty.

You’re not sure how Hobi would feel about all this. Your unwitting partner in this dangerous game. You know your hidden feelings are unfair to him. Surely it’s wrong to take pleasure in contact that should be strictly platonic?

He sees you as a friend. And deep down you know you need to stay on the right side of that line.

But how can you? Friends don’t think about kissing each other. Friends don’t nuzzle into each other’s necks and leave soft kisses when they think the other won’t notice. Friends don’t fantasize about doing things to each other behind closed doors. Do they?

You want to tell him how you feel. But what if he doesn’t feel the same. What if he no longer wants to be around you anymore. You can’t imagine he would want to be around some weirdo who wants him when he just … doesn’t.

You close your eyes again, wondering if you’ll ever be able to confess your feelings to Hobi. Feelings that could turn your beautiful friend into a beautiful stranger all at once.

Could you survive on fantasy alone? It’s not like you have someone to take your mind off Hobi. Could you live with hidden glances and soft lingering touches that quicken your heartbeat while your friend sees you as nothing more than just that. A friend.

You shut your eyes even tighter, trying to convince yourself you feel nothing for him.

We’re just friends. Best friends. I love him. I don’t think about kissing him. I don’t imagine Hobi’s hands on my body. I don’t want his—

“Y/N?”

Shit. You were concentrating so hard on convincing yourself that you’re not sure if you said any of that out loud.

“Yeah, Hobi?”

He pops his head over the couch, his face right next to yours. And he’s grinning at you.

A very broad, ominous grin.

“Hobi… what is it?”

“What would you like me to do more than anything else right now?”

Hold on— Did you actually say it out loud? You start to panic as you think through the last few minutes. You’re certain it was just in your head.

In your panic, you can’t remember if you were thinking, or saying, anything incriminating. Anything that would give you away.

You pause, turning towards him a little more.

“What do I… want?”

“Yeah, if you could have anything right now, what would it be?”

This must be a trick question. There’s no way he’s talking about himself, right?

I want you, Hobi… Is that what he’s expecting you to say?

You realize this might not be the worst way to get this out in the open. Maybe it’s a blessing that he overheard you. Maybe he feels the same… could it be possible?

There’s no way. But then again…

“Um, what do I want?”

“Mhmm.”

“Well, there’s something I’ve been wanting for a long time.”

“Yeah, go on.”

“I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, but now that you’re—”

“Yeah…”

“Now that, um, you’re—”

“Here it is! Sorry, you were taking too long. I’m just so excited.”

Words lose meaning as you turn to face him fully and you’re met with a plate hovering in front of your face. A plate of the very famous tira misu from that restaurant that’s always booked up months in advance. You had been going on and on about it for weeks before your hearing prep began.

Instead of absolute delight, Hobi is surprised to see your face fall, your eyes getting more glassy by the second.

“Y/N… what happened? I know I should have waited until after lunch but I thought you would…” His voice trails off as he stares at you in complete bewilderment.

You bury your face in your hands, wondering what the hell just happened. You were about to confess your feelings. You thought you were finally free to tell him how much you absolutely adore him. Now that the chance is gone (not there was a chance in the first place) you feel oddly empty. Turned inside out.

And poor Hobi will never know why.

Hobi. Right. He had just gone to a lot of trouble to get you your dream dessert. You need to show appreciation, no matter how hurt you’re feeling right now.

You ball up your fists and put on your biggest smile to face him.

“This is incredible, Hobi. I can’t believe you actually got it. I love you.”

You take the plate from his hand and place it on the coffee table in front of you before getting on your knees on top of the couch to give Hobi a proper hug. You kiss him on his cheek and linger for a moment too long before you quickly pull away and sit back down.

Placing the plate on your lap, you dig right in, gesturing for Hobi to join you.

“Come here, Hobi. Let’s share this. I know you love tira misu just as much as I do.”

To your surprise, Hobi stays still, seemingly frozen in place. You glance back and notice a crease in his brows, a sure sign he was thinking something through.

“This isn’t right.”

“Huh,” you mumble through a mouthful of tira misu.

He slowly comes around the couch, his fingers gliding over the cotton material until they lift off and land on your cheek.

He rubs your cheek delicately, wiping off the filling at the corner of your mouth. Your hand comes up subconsciously to wipe the same spot, your eyes trailing up to meet his, turning into round circles out of sheer surprise.

“W-what’s wrong?” You manage, gulping down the last of your bite.

Hobi bends down to eye level, smile gracing his beautiful face, both of his hands coming up to cup your face.

All you can do is stare into his eyes, those beautiful orbs of light that put the mighty sun to shame. Windows to the soul, so they say, and you never believed it until you met Hobi. You could see the effervescent soul of his shining through, the warmth only his gaze could give you.

And it stops. His attention shifts to your hair, his brows furrowing together as he flits a few strands to the side.

“There. Perfect.”

“Huh?”

He looks back down at you and smiles.

“I need to take a picture of this moment to post on Instagram.”

You roll your eyes and push him away as he starts laughing, asking “what?” over and over as he fights to give you a hug. You finally relent and he grabs his phone to snap a quick picture. And then two more before he stops.

His pause is a little unexpected.

“What?”

“Ah, nothing. You just… even after a long day, just out of the blue, and you look… like that…”

He brings his screen up to your face, pointing at you with his brows furrowed.

You’re confused. Should you be insulted?

“Like what?” You ask, eyebrow cocked.

“Like… ah nevermind.”

“No, say it. Like what, Hobi? I know I look exhausted but I don’t think I look that bad.”

His eyes widen at your words and you see a hint of panic in them.

“No, no, fuck no, Y/N. I was just amazed because look, here look at each of these pictures. You look so beautiful, Y/N. How can you look this perfect?”

He’s still staring at your picture but your attention shifts to him. The nervous little smile he has on his face as he flicks through the photos, trying to show you what he means. His lips, so very pink and perfect, animated in his cute attempts to reassure you.

He glances at you and suddenly realizes you aren’t looking at his screen. You aren’t even paying attention to what he is saying. You are just staring. At his lips. Again.

In the fraction of a second it takes for his gaze to dip to your lips you lean in ever so slightly. And just like a magnet, he leans in too.

Ding.

As if pulled out of a trance, your head snaps toward the sound.

“Oh, the chicken is done,” Hobi sighs, rubbing his thighs as he continues to look at you.

But you can hardly look at him.

You almost kissed him. This was the closest you’ve ever come to actually kissing him.

“You ok, Y/N?”

You glance at him quickly and nod a little too hard.

“Mhmm, I’m fine. Just tired.”

Hobi’s hand lands on yours and you look down to notice you had been rubbing your hands together. His grasp stops your motion and he releases to bring his hand to your face. He slowly turns your face towards him, but you continue to have a little trouble meeting his eyes.

“Give me a few minutes to finish the seasoning, ok?”

“Mhmm,” is all that comes out, your mind now whirring at a speed usually reserved for rockets.

Did you imagine it… or did he lean in, too?

You glance over the edge of the couch and watch Hobi as he scurries to and from in the kitchen, fixing you lunch and arranging every detail. He looks so cute hovering over the mixing bowl, fixing the additional seasoning, his specialty.

He glances back and notices you staring at him. He wiggles his butt at you and you laugh, a full belly laugh. He always knows how to make you laugh.

Noticing your face brighten up, his smile broadens and you can make out the crinkles around his eyes even from this distance.

You settle back into the couch, replaying the last few moments in your head over and over again. He leaned in. You’re sure of it.

Hobi comes back out, wiping his hands on the apron now tied around his waist. Noticing you eyeing the apron, he unwraps it and tosses onto the couch.

“I glazed the seasoning over it so it shouldn’t be too long now. How about some music?”

Music?

He crouches by your stereo system and connects his phone. You hear the opening beat to one of the songs you both used to belt out together at the karaoke bars before the lockdown had closed them all down.

“Is that… Tinashe?”

You chuckle as he nods.

“One of our favourites.”

“I’m going to need a few drinks in me before I can do our karaoke routine, Hobi. And I’m not sure my neighbours would appreciate it much either.” You laugh as he starts bouncing to the beat, his feet moving of their own accord.

“Oh, singing isn’t what I had in mind. Give me your hand.”

“Fuck, Hobi. I’m tired,” you whine as he pulls you up to dance with him. The hint of glee in your voice isn’t lost on him.

He starts mouthing the words along with Tinashe as he pops and locks to the beat. He moves like water, as if no bones exist in that perfect body of his. Talent like his belongs on the biggest stages across the world and yet here he is, giving you the show of a lifetime.

He catches you staring at him, motionless, and he brings your palms up to his neck while his hands naturally fall to your waist, twisting you side to side as you giggle, enjoying just watching this man move.

Before long, you’re bopping along with him, throwing in a few moves of your own to his delight.

“Geez, in all the years we’ve known each other, I’ve never seen you move like that, Y/N. Where have you been hiding?”

You blush at his compliment but as he expected, his words ignite a fire in you and you start grinding against him, relishing the way Hobi is able to immediately match your speed and movement, rapping the words along with you.

Thoroughly impressed he continues to sway along with you, and when the music gets to Tinashe’s dance break he simply stands back.

“What happened?”

“I know you know her choreo. I just wanted a better view.”

“You’re kidding?”

“No. I want to see it.”

He steps back to his phone and rewinds it to the dance break again and hits play.

“No way, Hobi. I’m not doing it.”

“Come on, pumpkin. Let me watch you do it.”

He rewinds it again and you take a deep breath, glancing at him to catch his little smile. You know this is the part where they end up rubbing frosting on each other and something about Hobi asking you to do it quickens your heartbeat. Is he expecting that part too?

The anticipation drives you forward and you pop and lock to the beat, trying to match the moves the best you could remember.

It’s near the end of the choreo and you hit the final beat. Hobi jumps up and is about to hug you when he notices you moving to the tira misu and grabbing some of the filling that was left over.

You walk over to him and watch his eyes sparkle as they trail to your hand. Without warning you smoosh the chunk of filling on his lips and kiss him.

Hobi’s whole body freezes at your touch.

You kissed him.

You just kissed him. Oh My God.

You can hardly believe it. It happened so fast you barely even register what you did, let alone think it through. What in the fucking reflex was that? And there’s no excuse, nothing you can say to justify it.

You slowly back away, almost tripping over your feet, dazed and wobbly.

The look on Hobi’s face strikes panic in your heart. The wide eyes. The mouth fallen open, bits of filling at the edge of his lips. The eyebrows nearly at his hairline. It tethers you back to reality.

You fucking kissed him.

You feel completely humiliated.

“I-I’m so sorry, Hobi.”

You turn away but Hobi catches your wrist and pulls you back to face him.

You can hardly breathe. You risk a glance at him and watch as his face rearranges into a slow smile, a look in his eyes that brings a blush to your cheeks as your gaze falls. You can feel your heart beat to the pace of a jackhammer. Any faster and it would bounce right out of your chest.

Seeing you like this, his smile deepens. His voice fills the air, a statement that hangs like a banner for the world to see.

“You just kissed me.”

Ok, you definitely didn’t imagine it.

You can hardly look at him. Instead you focus on the way his hands are gripping your wrists, his thumbs absentmindedly drawing circles over your pulse.

Say something, Y/N. Anything.

The lump in your throat impedes any sound. Not that your head is clear enough to form a coherent sentence, let alone an explanation.

You feel him move, his head dipping down to try and meet your eyes.

Knock knock.

Without warning you hear a rumble of voices as your front door bursts open.

“What privacy? What could they be—”

Joon’s voice bellows across your living room and your head snaps to the sound.

“—doing…?”

In your doorway stand a few of your closest friends, eyes wide and mouths hung open at the sight of the two of you, hand in hand, Hobi’s face merely inches from yours.

“See, I told you not to barge in on them, Joon,” you hear Jimin whisper, although it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

Hobi lets go your wrists and sighs.

“I said I could handle making lunch for Y/N on my own. Why are you guys here?”

“Well,” Joon scratches the back of his neck, a small grin playing on his lips, “we thought we could surprise you guys with a party. I mean, Y/N did such a fantastic job in court and all.”

You notice Lia step forward, holding a bag of takeout in front of her. “We came prepared with extras and even grabbed a cake.” She points at Jimin, who raises the box in his hands, not able to look directly at either of you.

“Sorry,” you whisper, brushing past Hobi towards your bedroom. You need air. Lots of it.

Finally in your room, you lean against your door, thoughts flooding your mind, overwhelming you. You run over to your window and push it open, inhaling the cool winter air. With fresh oxygen, the whirring in your head slows down and the overlapping images in your mind fade away, leaving only one. Hobi’s smiling face.

You hear the sound of your bedroom door open and close. It could be anyone of your friends.

Friends.

Friend.

That’s right. He’s your friend. The best friend you could ever hope for.

And you put your beautiful friendship in jeopardy.

Hobi is more than a friend, though. He always has been. He’s your lifeline. The one person in the whole world who makes you feel safe, heard and understood. With him, the world makes sense. You can look into his beautiful eyes and know that everything will be alright. Because, as long as he is by your side, things will be alright.

But will he still be by your side after this?

“Y/N?”

Hobi’s soft voice fills the room, echoing against your bedroom walls and against the walls of your heart. You can’t lose him. Even if you have to bury the feelings you have for him.

You turn towards him and take in how his eyebrows are stitched together, the soft pursing of his lips as he considers you with such intensity you blush again. Fuck this, fuck the effect he has on you.

You risk another glance at him and see something shift in his eyes.

“Please don’t hate me for this,” Hobi grunts as he storms towards you, a look in his eye so intense it feels physical.

When he reaches you his head tilts slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands come up to your face, pulling you into him to close the gap between you.

In contrast to the force you were expecting, his lips feel soft. They melt into yours, the softest feeling you’ve ever experienced, like the first snowfall, a feeling of weightlessness, of floating in a waterfall. And he tastes so sweet, like cotton candy at the fair he took you to, like the caramel sundae you both shared. It feels effortless. It feels as though your lips were made for each other. As though you were made for each other.

It could have been seconds and it could have been hours, but finally you two break apart, a trail of saliva still connecting you both. You smile as Hobi catches your eye, his pupils completely blown out. You expect yours were too.

“Was that ok,” he asks tentatively, and as he notices your bright smile, his own lips pull into a smirk, “or should we try it again with the tira misu?”

You laugh out loud in response. He really does know how to make you laugh.

“That was better than ok, Hobi. But I don’t mind doing it again.”

A mischievous grin plays on his lips as he lets out a sigh of relief, leaning in to kiss you again.

When you break apart you’re both smiling. His hands had made their way to your waist and as he tries to pull them away your hands fall to his, squeezing them tight and smiling at him again.

“We should probably get back to them, Hobi. They must be wondering what we’re doing in here.”

“I sent them away, Y/N. I hope that’s ok.”

You let out a sigh of relief as your smile broadens.

“Perfect. I love them, of course, but I don’t really want to face them just yet.”

He leans in again to kiss your cheek, smiling at you as you blush even harder than you already were. He loves it, the redder you get the more he wants to kiss you again and again.

He gets up and smooths out his shirt before holding out his hand to you.

“Shall we?”

Grasping your hand in his, he leads you back into the living room.

You’re met with soft music emanating from your stereo. It’s a slow jam.

You expect him to let go your hand, but instead he gives it a soft kiss and whirls you around to face him.

“Hobi—”

He pulls you into him as he starts to gently sway to the music.

“Hobi, should we talk about… what we are…?”

He pulls you in tighter, kissing the side of your head as his arms wrap around your waist and you feel him rocking his hips against yours, your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm.

“Shhh pumpkin.. just dance with me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and melt into his body, swaying along with him as the music plays. Before long you feel your worries become distant memories, only the movement of your bodies filling the small crevices in your mind.

Like the calm rumble of ocean waves, Hobi’s voice whispers into your ear.

“This feels like a dream and I’m not ready to wake up yet. How long I’ve waited to kiss you, Y/N. I fantasized about us but I never thought you might feel the way I do. But this can be anything you want, pumpkin. I don’t want to pressure you. Let’s just take things slow and see how it feels, hmm? Because no matter what, I love you and I’ll do anything for you.”

The weeks of exhaustion just melt away at his words. Nothing before this moment and nothing after will ever compare to how you feel right now, at peace in his blissful embrace, his comforting aura enveloping you so completely you feel it wash away any worries or exhaustion. You feel an indefinable warmth in your chest for this gorgeous man.

“I love you, Hobi.”

“I love you more, Y/N.”

Ding.

Still wrapped in Hobi’s arms you turn towards the sound, pulling Hobi out of his trance.

“Oh, the chicken is done! Give me a few minutes and I can bring it out here for us, pumpkin. Just get comfy on the couch, ok?”

You nod your head and plop onto the couch, snuggling against the cushion and popping your head over the edge to watch Hobi fix you lunch.

Then it hits you.

The most perfect man in the world is making you lunch.

And you smile to yourself as you suddenly realize you do have a someone. That someone you had been waiting for. And it’s the best someone you could have ever hoped for.

#hoseok x reader #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst #hoseok imagine #hobi x reader #hobi fluff #hobi angst #hobi imagine #lilo fics #dance with me

[spongek-squidge]

Penny’s 2 heart event sure is a controversial one (the one where she pushed George’s wheelchair without permission) so I’m going to throw my opinion on it out there cause why not

TW! mention of bad upbringings, implication of child ab*se, mention of negative self thinking, Y’know, Penny and Pam stuff

In case you’ve forgotten this heart event sees Penny try to help out George when he struggles to get his Mail from the back of the mailbox, which you know is lovely, nice neighbourly assistance. However, she didn’t ask whether or not he needed help (doing so being good manners) and also pushed his wheelchair without permission with him in it (that’s a no-no and is as disrespectful as pushing someone without a wheelchair (except George is less likely to fall as a result)). Now, this is a problem with the Stardew community as it shows a lack of knowledge and compassion with wheelchair users. However the biggest issue people have with it is if you explain that what Penny did isn’t okay to Penny you lose friendship with her.

Now this seems really out of place, especially when you consider that if you agree Penny did the right thing George then apologises to Penny! Not the way round that should be done.

Before I continue I want to make it clear that this mistake doesn’t inherently make Penny a bad person, but this is my take on why her losing friendship points is a good story telling aspect for the character (in my opinion)

Please finish reading before responding pls don’t pull a Twitter I swear it’s justified-

Starting off with why penny would do this to grumpy old man George, it kinda makes sense, like George is the kind of guy to reject all help if offered to him, man’s got a tonne of bottled up toxic masculinity. However, this still doesn’t justify it, it’s just an explanation as to why Penny didn’t bother asking, she’s lived next to that man for a long time she knows how he is.

So she goes and tries to help George and pushes in wheelchair around without permission, which is still a no-no. However when you tell her it’s a no-no you lose friendship points with her? What the hell Penny, we’re trying to help you out her girl!

But here’s why I think she would lose friendship points and it’s very in character

Pam

Pam is the only parent in Penny’s life and has been for a long time (god knows where the baby daddy is) so it makes sense for Penny to not understand the etiquette around wheelchair users and people with other physical disabilities, doesn’t it? I mean, she learnt is from Pam, and Pam isn’t really a beacon of good morals is she?

It’s the same logic behind internalised homophobia, you grow up around people who are homophobic so even if you are gay or do your best to be inclusive it takes more then someone who didn’t grow up around the same levels of homophobia. Penny grew up around someone who wouldn’t bother educating her about people who are different due to physical disabilities etc

Penny is open minded, she’d never discriminate, but she was never taught the etiquette surrounding things like wheelchairs and how to respect wheelchair users

But why does she lose friendship with us when we try to teach her the etiquette?

I have an idea

Because it makes her think, somewhere deep in her bones, that she’s just going to become her mother. That no matter how much she tries to be open minded and be everything her mother isn’t she’s still failing and nothing can change that

This isn’t true of course but Penny didn’t have the best upbringing and Pam has been seen to insult her when she gets mad, so Penny definitely has low self esteem and would think in this manner.

But that’s just a theory, a game theory!

But seriously, it does make sense when you think too much about it (which I have)

#stardew valley #sdv #Sdv penny #sdv pam #stardew valley headcanons #heart events #I’m not a therapist or anything so don’t take my word as gospel #but this just made sense for her character I feel

[taylortruther]

So here's my thing about the Barbie discourse:

Almost nothing that holds such an iconic place in society is one thing. So much of this discourse comes from this, imo, immature very black and white internet space. It's either good or bad. But like most things, Barbie is both.

Everything critics have said about Barbie being a cultural icon of the patriarchy is true. Barbie's size has long been critiqued and also studied and it has done real damage to real people. This is all true and not to be made light of

Studies upon studies upon studies have also shown that dolls and prominent cultural figures engaging in traditionally male dominated fields increases the participation of young girls. So Barbies such as Astronaut Barbie increase girls' participation in STEM. There is empowerment even without Greta Gerwig's film.

Barbie is the pretty pink, Barbie is the tiny and physically impossible body, Barbie is the permanent high heels. Barbie is also the astronaut and the doctor. She is both the bimbo and the message that girls, too, can be smart.

And I think the most interesting critique of Barbie as a brand, a character, and eventually a film when it comes out, is (will be) how these work together and play off each other. From what I've gathered from what Greta has said, her intention with this film uses this duality to validate the "you can do anything" and point out that all of those unfair and unhealthy expectations come from her being a literal doll. I think that's going to be interesting! I think it's interesting how in the current reality of the brand and the character, this duality plays off itself in a feedback loop. We have to be submissive and docile and pretty and inhumanely shaped, but we also need to be smart and capable and powerful, but not too much that we're not idealized.

I get so exhausted with the overly slimplistic dichotomy on both sides of this debate cause the reality is VERY CLEARLY in the middle. And also it drives me crazy cause I don't think anyone involved in making this movie has given any intention of ignoring that reality. Even the trailer highlights it in the forefront. The story is literally about how the fantasy Barbie sells is a lie, from what I can tell. Anyway... Point being: Barbie good or bad is a stupid argument because the answer is both. Which means that this movie is both. because it's also Barbie. But ain't that like the internet to oversimplify in extreme avoidance of nuance?

yes!! this is well said: barbie represents A LOT in our society* and having conversations about it takes time and effort. there are countless studies about what you've described here - toys' affect on children's self-esteem - and it's valuable to consider it all when we're criticizing.

i also want to elevate what you said in your last paragraph: And also it drives me crazy cause I don't think anyone involved in making this movie has given any intention of ignoring that reality.

so glad you said that! and this is probably what one of my anons meant about waiting 'til the film comes out. i am excited for the film! it will not score straight A's on my personal feminist report card because, well, i think my personal ideology is more extreme than what mattel would sign up for lmao. but i still want to see what greta created and i'm fascinated by what margot said about how barbie would interpret being objectified in the real world.

like, the film is going to give us A LOT to chew on in regards to girlhood, womanhood, objectification, etc. - how could it not? barbie is a kid's toy, a literal object! it's exciting that a major blockbuster will tackle these issues, even though i know it will be lacking in others.

(*since i am a swiftie blog, we can also discuss how taylor occupies a similar, and worse, space because barbie is a literal product but taylor is a human being)

[look-how-they-massacred-them]

Preliminary Poll

Infinite the Jackal

Submission reason:

Canon gave him a whole back story abt how he had a mercenary group and they were killed and he wanted revenge and then just!! Did nothing with it!! Anyone who didn't read the precomic to the game just thought he was throwing a hissy fit bc shadow called him weak!!! Then he just!!!!! Disappears at the end with next to no explanation and he never shows up again!!!!!! Sega pl ease bring my baby boy back I'm begging you :(((

Was introduced in a game with writing that did not do his concept justice in the slightest. comics that tied in with the game did a much better job at portraying him in a light that made him interesting

He was hyped so much to be this all powerful and strong being capable of even defeating Sonic (which only one other character has ever done, which is Mephiles back in 06), but playing the game, you realize he's juts some whiny bitchy 20 something year old with a horrible self-esteem issue. Whether it had been from lack of attention from the writing team or straight-up not enough time given to really flesh him out, Infinite is now regarded as one of the most lamest and pitiful boss characters in the franchise.

Propaganda:

infinite yeahhhhh go

He has a cool design I feel so bad that such a kickass looking character was massacred by Corporate Crunch Time into a stupid lil dude who does nothing but bitch and complain that a teenager and his out-of-the-blue (no pun intended) Best Friend swoop in a beat his ass every five minutes.

#look how they massacred them poll #look how they massacred my boy #sonic infinite #infinite the jackal #sonic

[aikann]

Akito Shinonome from pjsk character analysis

(may be a little ooc, sprinkling common headcannons, on the spot, no research, no reviewing character stories, nor vbs story, going based of what I remember in this car and myself as a huge Akito kin)

He doesn't forget things easily, grudges he'd held from back then would not dissapear. It's not actions, but the words he's heard. For example, that one guy who told Akito he wasn't "on the level" as the rest of vbs. He already knew this beforehand - being told he was "average" which isn't at all a bad thing, it just hit him differently when compared to his groupmates. No matter how much comfort or reassurance he recieves, he himself does not have it in him to believe himself. He's ignorant, stubborn, and to an extreme amount at that. It isn't blatant "abandonment issues", it's just that he feels inferior to others, which leads to his obsession to beating Rad Weekend. Imo, they've well surpassed them - but of course for plot and group reasons they still aren't on "that level" yet, (which I think is really impractical - they should grow a different reason to sing at this point). In a way, Akito's blind to his own growth, pushing himself to overwork just to prove he has the potential to beat Rad Weekend. The reason for this, it's not to show others or his groupmates that he is on their level - but for himself. I think that should be way more emphasized. He wants to prove to himself that he's worth enough to stand with his groupmates, and simple words of reassurance from them isn't going to convince them. Perhaps it does for a while, hides the fact he's not over it yet, just enough to seem that he is when he isn't. Akito wants his own actions to prove his worth, that's all he is. He believes if he can't sing a level where he believes he isn't yet, he tells himself that he's worthless. Almost as if there's nothing else he can do. Another thing that's understated is his talent and effort for dancing - he has a lot of stamina in his past at soccer, but this part of his performance helps make him overexert himself. This is another way of trying to compromise for his "lack of talent" with his voice. Akito believes he's slipping behind his friends, slipping behind the image he has of himself, in a way similar to An. In Akito's case, he's afraid of losing what makes him worthy, afraid of no longer being what he envisions of himself. His frustrations bottle up inside of him, leading to one day he just snaps and lets it out, in the form of anger. The punch he gave Toya was necessary, it was words conveyed in an action. "Help me." and Toya knows this. They both know this. Akito won't stop to have self-esteem issues, no matter how much he buries it in the side he shows new people, or even the side he shows his friends, it will remain there. I doubt it would ever leave, he might find more self worth throughout character development, but Akito isn't himself if he fully believes in his talent.

Anyways Happy Birthday Akito Shinonome my pookie wook ‼️😭🎉

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[rainy-astrology]

ATEEZ Yunho Birth chart analysis

Based on my opinion and observations. Not a professional astrologer. May change later.

March 23rd, 1999

Gwangju, SK

10:32 PM

☀️♈️, 🌙♊️, ⬆️♏️

Sun Aries is exalted, so it has a lot of influence in his chart. Placed in 5th, he's very creative and artsy, he shines best on stage for sure. He's very expressive and passionate

Moon Gemini in 8th makes him quite talkative and curious. He's a very devoted and loyal person. He's also probably a bit moody and intense at times (probably enhanced more with Aries' sensitivity and being a Scorpio rising...)

Moon square mercury really confirms the intensity part. It may be hard for him at times to separate feelings and thoughts, resulting in sensitivity. He needs to really think about his feelings and understand them before doing anything bc he could end up hurting others unintentionally.

Pisces Mercury in 4th shows he likely gets bored of routine, of doing mundane things. He needs spunk in his life to get anything done. He is quite warm and welcoming to others - if I recall correctly, I'm sure it was Wooyoung who said Yunho feels like home

Scorpio Mars is very passionate and serious about whatever they pursue. They will always go after what they want, nothing can stop them. Mars in 12th though shows possible passive aggression...Mars in 12th people always seem confused about their anger - how to express it apropriately and deal with them calmly, so they tend to repress anger and/or end up lashing out. Yunho has said his anger is his weakness and so always tries to be positive in order to not explode. He seems uncomfortable with more intense and "negative" feelings

Aries Jupiter in the 5th enhances his creative side. It also makes him quite funny and witty. He loves having fun with others and overall being positive. Sun conjunct Jupiter aspect is very positive; makes him generous and helpful

Venus Taurus people are usually very comforting and chill to be around. He's pretty gentle in the way he shows affection - not as affectionate as Wooyoung but far from cold. In 6th, he can be giving and thoughtful; likes helping other people; acts of service. He may find a romantic partner through work

Taurus Saturn in 6th makes him very disciplined and serious about his work. He's never lacked in his performances and singing; idol career was honestly a very good choice for him

Venus conjunct Saturn could indicate acts of service as his main love language. Like I said before, he's not a very affectionate person like Wooyoung, but seems to express it by helping others and overall being very kind. He is more calm in the way he shows it (which I think is an Earth venus thing though...not super openly affectionate but gentle yet deep in showing it though)

Aquarius Uranus and Neptune in 3rd...Uranus could mean he's a brainstormer, he thinks in an abstract and fun way. Neptune gives a lot of imagination, an important tool in creative outlets (Yunho's ANEWS series...especially since 3rd house is communication...)

Sagittarius Pluto in 1st can make him a bit intimidating to others. Intuitive and intense. Noncomformative and has a disregard for rules sometimes. Very impressionable person, especially with his Sun trine Pluto aspect. Constantly going through personal transformations bc he wants to improve and grow

Sagittarius Chiron also sits in the 1st. Possible self esteem issues. May put other people before himself

Leo North Node in 9th...Wants to find meaning in his life, develop freedom to do what he wants

Scorpio rising...Passionate and may be intense to other people, may come off as serious at 1st glance. He has the long ish face shape and nose, he sometimes has the strong gaze that most Scorpio risings do

Leo MC is all about self expression and creativity. He seems to be doing that pretty well, I don't think he's very shy about putting his ideas out there

Overall, he seems like a very fun and creative person with a deep intense side. He's probably uncomfortable with expressing that intensity though and prefers to have a positive mindset instead. Some struggles with his self worth and impulsiveness

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