#I need to state that I do not ship the two

[grandline-fics]

Forget-Me-Not

DESCRIPTION: Sometimes things happen beyond our control. After an accident occurs your relationship with Zoro is turned on its head and changed forever.

WARNINGS: There'll be angst and fluff in this series but this part is mostly okay

CHARACTERS: Zoro

WORDS: 1,526

A/N: This is the first chapter of a multi-part fic in honour of reaching 700 followers. I hope you all enjoy

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

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“Ugh how much further until we reach the new island?” Luffy pouted with his chin on the kitchen table. “We haven’t been anywhere in so long. I’m bored!” Abruptly he yelled out when Kanji’s heel connected sharply against his Captain’s skull, effectively righting the poor manners and making room to set the plates of food on the table for the evening’s meal. 

“Shouldn’t be much longer.” Nami state, finally setting her charts aside to eagerly begin eating with everyone else. “Another couple days if the winds stick with us.”

“I wonder what kind of place it’ll be this time.” Usopp wondered idly. The last place you’d all stopped at had been so remote and small that it hadn’t amounted to much beyond restocking the ship. Hardly the stuff adventures were written about and certainly not enough to sate Luffy’s need for excitement which was the reason for his currently restless and dejected nature. You all hoped that he would be able to last another two days that Nami had predicted. 

Personally you didn’t mind what kind of place you reached next, a calm relaxing trip would suit you just as well as an adrenaline pumping adventure. So long as you got to stretch your legs you were happy. As you slowly chewed you looked to the empty space beside you and a frown pulled at your lips. Zoro was late for dinner again and you didn’t need Chopper’s nose to know where he was.

With a quick ‘be right back’ to the others you rose from your place at the table and climbed to the crow’s nest, peeking your head through the hatch to stare at your partner as he worked out, so focussed that he hadn’t noticed the time. Sensing another presence appearing was enough to make him set his monstrous weights down and turned to look at you. “You still deciding if you were coming in or not?” He asked as he grabbed a towel to wipe away the sweat from his face. 

“As much as I love the show, I’m too hungry to take you up on that offer.” You answered with a grin. “You coming to dinner or do you want something sent up? Just keep in mind the longer you take to decide the more time Luffy has to steal both our portions.”

“You go on and eat.” He told you with a small chuckle. “I’ll clean up here first and then come down.” With a smile you nodded and dropped the hatch, returning to the kitchen in time to salvage your meal before Luffy set his sights on it. The rest of the evening progressed as usual for you and the rest of the Sunny up until you wearily returned to you and Zoro’s shared quarters after  your watch. 

After you changed you smirked at your boyfriend who was relaxed and breathing deeply, anyone else would truly believe he was sleeping soundly. You however knew he was awake. It had taken a while for you to notice the subtle giveaways but now you were an expert at it. With a tired groan, you slipped into the bed and smirked when his arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you close. “There a reason you’re still awake?” You asked, laying your head against his shoulder while happily soaking up all the warmth he had. 

“Was for a while but then I knew you’d be finishing your watch so I stayed up.” He explained lowly, watching as a sleepy smile pulled at your lips. “What’s that look for?”

“Just love how sweet you are for me.” You grinned, leaning up to press a soft kiss against his cheek. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”

“You better not, now get to sleep.” Zoro instructed with a smirk. In the silence he listened for the telltale signs you’d fallen asleep before allowing his own consciousness to slip away and claim the rest he needed. 

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As to be expected with Nami’s estimation, the Sunny docked at the island in two days and the entire crew all but let out a sigh of relief to see Luffy excitedly leap from the railing and onto the soft golden sand of the beach. As he whooped, bounced and sprinted along the shore you all looked at each other. Now came the decision on who would be the one to keep an eye on the endless ball of energy you’d all chosen to follow for the rest of your lives at sea. After quiet deliberation, Franky, Sanji and Zoro decided to go with Luffy. You went with Usopp and Chopper into the forest you could spot nearby in search of fresh plants and resources to stock up with medicinal and experimental ingredients. Robin and Nami decided to remain on the ship to relax and sunbathe with Brook staying behind with them. With the groups set you all parted ways. Lightly you squeezed Zoro’s hand in a tender but silent and subtle goodbye. As you watched him go you couldn’t help but laugh softly, glad that your trip into the forest with Usopp and Chopper would be easier handled compared to Luffy who had weeks of built up energy to get out of his system. 

After a long competition on who could hunt the biggest beast to restock the ship’s meat preserves that resulted in a draw but lengthy argument, Luffy decided he wanted to eat now no longer caring about a winner. 

“I’d say the others should be back at the ship and will be hungry too.” Sanji noted, looking at the sky to see the day had progressed a lot longer than they’d originally thought and the previous bright day had begun to darken with a growing blanket of cloud appearing. “Come on, with this we’ll have a feast. After we’ve eaten we can explore some more.”

However by the time they appeared on the beach, they were surprised to see the sky had darkened considerably and the calm summer-like breeze had picked up into a cold, strengthening gale. As the rain began to fall and thunder rumbled above them, Nami hurried towards the group. 

“Did you see the others on your way?” she asked desperately, shielding her eyes from the falling rain to look towards the forest you, Usopp, and Chopper had headed towards that morning. 

When the first lightning flash of lightning split through the sky Zoro felt panic set into his blood and immediately broke into a run, desperate to find you and his friends. Frantically he cut through the trees and knowing he was in the right area he began to call out for you, Usopp and Chopper, trying his best to yell louder than the storm that was raging. Another flash of lightning hit a tree near Zoro and he leapt out of the way in time to avoid the scorched and splintered trunk as it crashed to the ground. This was far too dangerous, Zoro thought as he continued to hurry through the terrain that would have been confusing to navigate without the storm. Filling his lungs he bellowed out your name, only to feel a brief sigh of relief build in his chest to hear a voice respond. But the relief turned to dread once more when he realised it was Usopp who screamed out again. “Zoro hurry!”

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Your body flared painfully and your mind was hazy as you began to come to. A weak, strangled gasp broke through your lips as you forced your eyes open and flex your fingers, only to feel the pain spike through your limbs. Looking around you felt fear to see you didn’t recognise your surroundings and you flinched at the sound of the storm raging. Feeling only the instinct to be get somewhere safe and recognisable, you focused all the strength and stubbornness you had to get to your feet but after trying to run you only ended up hurtling to the ground again.

A yelp of pain and frustration broke through you and after berating yourself for literally running before you could walk you did all you could to rise once more. Already exhausted and in agony you limped as best you could, blindly feeling your way through the confusing maze of strange scenery. Shakily you continued to tell yourself to keep going in the hopes something familiar would show itself soon. 

Cold rain pelted your skin and the wind whipped at your face as you looked around desperately. With widened eyes you found yourself as far as you could go, nails biting into the wood as you stared dark, swirling water. A hand fell on your shoulder and you spun with a scream.

“What are you doing out here?” He asked with brows furrowed in concern, his voice only just being able to be heard. “Come on, we need to get you dried off before you get sick on top of injured.” The stranger urged but you refused to move. 

“Who are you?” You asked weakly. You were confused and scared and that only grew when your question made the man’s expression break into one of shock and worry. “Where am I?”

#one piece #one piece imagines #one piece fic #zoro x reader #zoro x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece scenario #one piece fanfiction #roronoa zoro #one piece zoro #zoro #ronoroa zoro

[aaronsinferno]

These anons always expose themselves as never having another human connection because it is so damn obvious lmao. Relationships aren’t always the same. They each have their own pace, even straight ones. Did Bobby and Athena follow the same how to guide on a relationship as Chimney and Maddie? The answer is a hard no because (shocker) there isn’t one. Buck and Tommy have their own pace like every other and they are thriving with it. They really need to go out there and live their lives.

Also I recommend they learn what shock value means, because if you’re saying this about two characters that have been hinted at as being queer coded before, then it’s not actually shocking. The part that’s shocking to all of you is that Ryan did not want to play Eddie gay and the production or abc didn’t want to make it happen. If Buddie is so strong Tommy wouldn’t be needed as a stepping stone (according to the delusional ones).

THIS!!! I love a slow burn as much as the next person, but it’s rarely how things happen in the real world. It doesn’t make relationships less intimate or any less in general. They can still do a LOT with them if they really want to.

I’ve also always wondered if Ryan even wanted to play Eddie as Bi or Gay. Not that he doesn’t want to play queer characters or anything like that, but what if he doesn’t see that for Eddie? Seeing how Buddie stans hound the cast and crew constantly and how they slandered the show once upon a time due to the lack of interaction between Eddie and Buck, it would come off as nearly impossible for him to avoid the ship overall. So to make things easier on himself, why not roll with it? Who wouldn’t at that point?

Oliver said that he too has felt that there was more to Evan and would’ve loved to explore that side of him sooner, but Ryan would’ve been crucified if he ever stated how he didn’t feel the same for his character.

#bucktommy #oliver stark #lou ferrigno jr #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #tommy kinard #tevan #kinkley #bucktommyedit

[kissesfrombangtanatnight]

My Man: Jey Uso

Jey. The frost on the window grew as the night sky was tucked into a dark grey cloud. You think back to the weatherman stating the forecast for this weekend: nothing but cold air dropping down to the low twenties. Usually, you were more of a spring person, but this cold weather was rubbing off on you. It was perfect. Perfect for cuddles, hot chocolate, sweaters, beanies, boots, and beautiful fall colors. A smile plastered onto your face as you stir the soup in the pot. You thought about who you'd be cuddling with, keeping you warm on these cold nights. Joshua Fatu is your amazing boyfriend that you've been with for three years now. 

You met him at a friend's family gathering, and you two hit it off pretty well. Since that day three years ago, you two have been inseparable. You can honestly say you were in love with this man. As cliché as it sounds, he wasn't like the other men, not that there were many. You can count on one hand the men you've ever given a chance; that's how serious you were about protecting your peace, and by protecting your peace, you were protecting your heart. 

Sometimes, you think back and laugh at the time men did the bare minimum and were expecting to get in between your legs. One guy had the nerve to think he was going to trap you into a situation ship, you turned him down immediately. You were about to give up on love because, honestly, the dating pool was looking shallow. Nowadays, everyone wants to be in situation ships, "Let's see where it goes," and "I'm not looking for anything serious, but I am into you." You didn't have time for that bullshit. If a man wasn't approaching you to settle down and build a future with you, he had no future. Not even friends. No, you weren't one of those hardcore women; you didn't mind being submissive to a man. Submission wasn't the issue; it was men thinking they could get away with the bare minimum, be manipulative, and still have a "yes woman." Sometimes, you honestly think some men hate women; they can't date their homeboys, so they settle. You had one call you every name in the book because you told him to let his homeboy stick his tip in since he hates women so much. You still laugh about that to this day. 

But back to your man, you do love this man—that 6'2, brown-skinned, tattoo-covered man of yours. Baby, when I say he walked into this relationship ready, I mean he was ready. He told you immediately that you would be his wife one day, and you believed him. You feel a special connection with him. No trying to use you or neglect you. Just a grown man, on his mature man shit. Not only did he love you, but he loved being around and caring for you and vice versa. In a generation of people who can replace you and throw you to the side like dust, you will cherish your man who stays, communicates his needs, and is willing to work things out. Not only did he communicate his needs, he created a safe space for you to do the same. Additionally, he listened, comprehended, and never invalidated you. And you shared the responsibilities around the house because he didn't just assume them as yours only. A man like that you would submit to and let him lead because he knows how to be a leader. 

The type of man to drop money in your account, no questions asked. The type to pop up at your job with flowers and lunch. The type to spoil you and make sure you never go without. The type to give emotional, physical, and financial support without feeling like you have to beg for it. The type to be intimate in more than just sex. Respected your "no" and never tried to manipulate. Although with you, you were always up for some love-making with Joshua. You didn't have to ask him to go deep because he knew how you liked it. You didn't have to force an orgasm because he'd have you cumming in more ways than one. You wanted to be fucked? He'd have you bent over the counter, and he gave you the best back shots. Wanted it nice and slow? He'd have your body rocking like a gentle wave as he made love to you. 

You weren't just addicted to the physical aspect of sex, but rather to him. One touch from him electrified every nerve in your body. So it wasn't just sex; it was the true bond and expression of love for one another. He knew how to make your body react on command. His aura. Everything about him screamed maturity and love. The way your legs shook as he talked you through your orgasm had you throbbing at the night, potentially ending like that. 

You honestly weren't asking for much, just to be loved and treated with love, loyalty, and respect, and you'd do the same. When your friends would shit on their men and complain, you didn't dare open your mouth. No, your man isn't perfect, but you sure weren't about to be dogging him in front of other people, especially women. The same ones encouraging you to leave your significant others will be those trying to get in their bed when you all are done. Besides you don't like people in your business anyway.

Simply put, that was your man. 

You're zoned out as you stir the pot of lasagna soup that you almost don't hear his footsteps as he jogs down the stairs from your bedroom. You suddenly feel his presence behind you as you take in his subtle scent. Momentarily, you close your eyes and allow his scent to fill your nose. So soft, creamy, and seductive. He wraps his strong arms around you and pulls your back onto his front. He places a spine-tingling kiss on the most sensitive part of your neck. His gold chain leaves a chill on your neck as well.  

"Mmm, hey baby, it smells good in here." 

"Thank you, baby; I'm making lasagna soup, garlic bread, and a Caesar salad." You weren't the best cook, but you loved experimenting in the kitchen, and for the most part, you weren't terrible. 

"Sounds good, I'll get the wine and set the table." 

"Okay, baby, thank you." He grabs your chin, turns your face to his, and gently kisses your lips. One that has you molding into his body with ease. Just as quick as the kiss came, it left as he pulled away, and you were already missing his lips. "One more." You damn near beg. He licks his lips with a knowing smirk as he pats your hip. 

"One more, and we won't be making it to dinner. I'll go set the table now." He says, pulling away. Shaking your head, you return to your pot with an unwavering smile. 

My man. 

#wwe smut #the bloodline #wwe fanfiction #jey uso smut #jey uso x reader #jey uso x black reader #main event jey uso #jey uso imagine #wwe bloodline #wwe x reader #jey uso fic

[lamamasjamas]

Love at First Sight: A Complication (3/9)

A/n: LOL LOL LOL, continuation of the first pregnancy. Again, if you read this before uhm... no ☺. I changed some minor things. I already liked this part so it was fun to reread and revise.

Warning: Dark!Din, Dub-con smut, breeding/pregnancy kink, very heavy with the kinks in this one, Stockholm Syndrome, dark fic!!!

Love at First Sight Masterlist

You watched Din from the kitchen, washing dishes as you were softly reclined against a rocking chair. He gathered enough credits for it after a few bounties off world, he said it was to help you relax, to help you feel better.

You glare from where he stood, drying his hands on a towel at the side of the sink and turning to you slowly with a warm smile. You couldn’t help but think he looked smug.

His eyes roam over your form that you kept hidden with a blanket. His gaze stays on your belly.

You wince as you shift, trying to find a method to have the least amount of pressure on your back. The pain has been building up for months. It was hard to find relief now so late in your pregnancy.

You were slightly overdue. He wasn’t as worried as you and you were practically trying to get him to do something about it since the first few days the complication occurred.

You’ve been begging him to see a doctor for the past month before your due date, but he denied, stating that he knew a lot about pregnancy and birth and that he was practically prepared for anything. You were a bit frightened when he came to you with a vial of pills and tablets one day, claiming they were vitamins.

He said he asked a physician for them but you had a feeling the barrel of his blaster did most of the persuasion. Especially since you only went to the doctor once to confirm your pregnancy and Din refused whatever they wanted to prescribe you, even denying them the chance to talk to you in private and to schedule another appointment.

You didn’t think it was healthy being cooped up in a ship for most of your pregnancy. Ever since he took you, you’ve been idly waiting for him to return each and every day from his missions. You had nothing to do, nothing to think about except him, him, him.

And the child. But taking care of the green baby was more effort than it was before. It used to be a reprieve. A solace. But he stays the same age. He was fifty and he still toddled like a three year old.

He constantly needed attention and care. He’d wander and get himself hurt if you weren’t vigilant. You often wonder if the mandalorian knew he subjected you to constantly be a mother. If you were stuck with him for the rest of your life that is…

That may have been his plan after all.

Din stays longer because of your restrictions in mobility as the child inside of you grew. It makes you feel suffocated. Although everything does at this point.

He moves towards you and you think you would have liked it if he had his armor on. It made him seem less human. As if his depravity was justified.

Your hands shake when he pulls you up from your seat carefully. You’ve been on the verge of crying lately, one because you physically were exhausted and two because he refuses to take you to a doctor or even a midwife often causing you to shun his advances tries for conversation.

He guides you to the bedroom and you pass by the nursery, slightly peeking inside to hear the soft snores of Grogu bundled up in his blankets. Your hand goes to your stomach as you stop for a moment watching the rise and fall of his breaths.

To think soon there would be two little noises of gurgles and giggles in the house. You almost laugh at the predicament. You would have never thought you would be here months ago.

A part of you believed that you would have travelled the galaxy before settling down. You glance at the mad beside you. Maybe in another life, one where he was normal, where he was sane… you would have travelled the universe together, willingly had a family together.

Dins hand puts pressure on your back and you groan. The bedroom seemed like a good idea now, you wanted to lay down. Dins heavy steps creak against the wood as you shuffle to bed, reaching out for the blankets and attempting to crawl to your side of the bed.

He chuckles as you struggle to get comfortable, rearranging and moving things around and then sighing again when it didn’t look or work right. He stops and his face falls when he could see the tears drop against the pillows below you, making the covers darken.

His hands roam frantically over you, finding nothing physically wrong. He frowns and smooths a hand over your head and face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks panicked, his words short and quiet. You sniffle. You couldn’t help but start to ramble.

“I’m so tired and I feel heavy and I need to see someone, something might be wrong with the baby, with me, I just-“

He stops you, holding your hands gently.

“Hey, hey, we’ll go tomorrow, yeah?” His voice was shaky. He was desperate to placate you.

Your tears stop and you calm instantly. He narrows his eyes suspiciously.

“Okay,” you respond and lay on your side. You really were worried, and scared. You also wanted to go outside. It was a chance to see the world again before you inevitably had to hide in your wooden spacious cottage.

He wrapped you up tightly in winter clothes. He said it was cold when you started to complain, and he was right, but he didn’t have to know that as you stepped out into the snow your teeth clacked slightly before you willed them to stop.

The planet was covered in a soft blanket of white. The homes expelling fumes from their heaters and fire places. You’ve never experienced snow in your home world.

You stared at the open door suddenly feeling nervous to get to know this new village.

The 'trip' was going to be to Grogu's school, since you've never seen it, and straight to the local midwife's home.

Grogu was wearing his mittens and his boots, and you gushed over him when he huffed and puffed from Din putting a hood over his head, protecting his sensitive ears.

You couldn't bend down to pick him up, but Din brought him to your arms and he stopped his whines considerably. Your mobility was further restricted from the fur lined coat placed on top of your shawls.

The sheer amount of clothes you were enveloped in made you look hearty, rather than expectant.

As you shed your layers once entering Grogu's classroom, you still felt as big as before, especially as everyone started to crowd and lean over to watch as the mandalorian carried your coats for you. You sigh, watching as Grogu twaddles off to his friends, giggling and happy.

Everyone was surprised by your presence. They’ve never seen you before, except for the time you arrived a few months back, your stomach was still small, at least smaller, and only a select few were able to catch a glimpse of you if ever when you were out of the house to get some air.

Still, your cottage was located further away from the others. It was bigger as well, with plenty of land around it. Din cared for privacy and only the neighbors were able to keep up with your outdoor appearances.

Rumors spread quickly of the Mandalorian and his “wife”. They thought he was very protective of his family by the way he scoped everyone out the first few days he brought his son to school, almost cold in his demeanor when he asked about the classrooms and their policies.

Din had gone momentarily to speak to a teacher assistant. A droid. You’ve learned of his distaste for droids early on. He keeps you far from them if he can.

He leads the assistant to the side as they try to greet you. Your mouth opens in a polite greeting but Din’s sharp tone cuts the droid off midway.

For a moment you stood there, suddenly feeling your heart beat rapidly in a mix of embarrassment and anxiety.

Many of the parents approached you, asking which child was yours. You pointed towards Grogu, and they gawked, looking to the Mandalorian and wondering what he looked like under the helmet.

They initially thought you were the green one. Now they were wondering if it was him.

As many of the parents chuckled softly and began to pull you into a group of gossipers, your nerves died down.

You appreciated being talked to, maker knows how long it had been since you’ve interacted with anyone.

You gasp when they ask to touch your stomach and you’re suddenly pulled back into a cold and hard chest. Some swooned at the protectiveness and some looked at you in pity, especially when he stared down at the parents talking to you.

You rolled your eyes. They took it as you showing your annoyed fondness towards his actions.

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The walk to the midwife was short, and you didn't have to wait long to be admitted into her makeshift office.

You appreciated the padded chairs and the homey feeling inside. The warm brown walls and the vibrant plants inside made you feel safe. But the midwife, not much older than you, watches in amusement.

Din complains when she orders you to undress quickly after shaking your hand, not yet being told the problem but looking smug as she puts on her gloves.

Your eyes blink up at him pleadingly as you start to shrug your many layers off and she pats on a medical table located further into her cottage. Her warm smile invites you onto the table easily. He sighs loudly, passing over his blaster at his waist pointedly before leaning against the wall next to the doorframe outside.

She rolls her eyes before closing the door softly.

"Very protective, hm?" she mutters cheekily. You nod, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"When was your last check up?"

She sits in front of you, a rolling chair whose creaking wheels make your eyes shift.

"Eight months ago."

Her brows furrow slightly before relaxing again.

"You're really far along, sweetheart," she scolds softly.

You wanted to cry. You felt guilt build up in your stomach, even if it wasn't entirely your fault. Her eyes glance from her notepad to you and she pauses at your anxious state. Your hands shake as you place them over your stomach.

"I think I'm o-overdue..." you stutter worriedly. Her brows shoot up and you start to panic, your eyes start to water, and your breathing picks up. She shushes you gently, her eyes glancing towards the door.

"I'm going to do a checkup for you, okay?"

You breathe in deeply and exhale. Nodding along to the instruction to calm.

The checkup took about an hour, Din was practically pacing outside of the door by the time you came out, smiling tightly and fully dressed again.

The midwife sat you both in her office, which seemed almost comically small for Din's bulking form.

"The baby is fine," you both sigh in relief and she smiles at you, she turns to Din, "I performed a membrane sweep on your wife-"

"I'm not his wife," you interrupt quickly, fiddling with your fingers over your bump. He turns to you in slow silence, obviously irked by your comment. She stares between you both, clearing her throat and continuing.

"Like I was saying, I performed a membrane sweep on her and-"

"What is that?" he demands.

She sighs deeply, maintaining her smile with a strain.

"It's a technique where we take the amniotic membrane off by sweeping over the cervix. Helps her body know that she’s ready."

He nods as if he understood. You sigh.

"The success of the procedure isn’t certain. I suggest other methods of inducing labor as well."

She smiles cheekily as she leans her elbows on her desk, Pressing her hands over her chin and grinning fully at your confusion.

"Of course, the most enjoyable method is to have sex, but there are other methods."

You tense, Din shifts in his seat, watching as she writes down on her notepad and rips the sheet off loudly.

Before she pushed you both out of her door she winked.

He was relatively silent on the walk home and you were buzzing, practically bouncing on your feet as he started opening the door.

He was expecting you to jump him the moment he took off his helmet and you started shedding your coats to the floor. But he was shocked at the way you practically ran, more like waddled, to the kitchen, taking out ingredients for spicy stew.

You didn't even notice him walk out the door to pick up the kid from school, too busy pacing around the house and eating fruit.

During dinner you breathed in and out your mouth wide open, pouring water down your throat from the excess amount of spice you put in your own serving. He shook his head gently at your antics, especially when you went to sleep without even looking in his direction.

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It's been two days; the membrane sweep did not work, and you were getting antsy. You've checked off every single thing off the list, except for the ones that needed a certain partner.

You were getting antsy, your hands were constantly on your belly, almost pushing down as if that would make the baby come out.

The house was warm, Grogu was playing in the common area, gurgling half mumbled numbers as he pushed building blocks and toy ships one by one.

For a brief moment you imagine a baby next to him, a human baby. Brown hair, brown eyes. Playing along.

You brush the window curtains open, the slight chill of the glass migrating to your cheeks. You shiver as you see the image in front of you.

You watch Din's deft fingers work over the panels of his ship, hyper focused on the way they flexed against the metal and the way they gripped tools.

Sparks flew, illuminating his armor and helmet. He grunts in irritation when a weld didn’t come out as well as he’d liked.

He turns. His hands making their way to his hips as he watches you back.

You retreat further into the house when he quirks his head in question of your stare. The moment he entered the household he was met with you waiting at the table for him, food ready at the table and steaming.

Dinner was relatively silent; you were unfocused, and you ate mechanically. You hurried to the bedroom the moment you finished and placed your plate in the sink.

You take a yawning Grogu from his seat and hurriedly strode to the nursery.

He sighs, getting up to wash.

He stood in the hallway, dishes done and left to dry in the rack, watching his son sleep peacefully. The crib next to his empty and half of the room vacant. He sighs, wishing the baby would come soon.

There were two separate bedrooms apart from the main bedroom, each big enough to accommodate two or three children. Grogu had chosen his little siblings toys. The color of the walls.

He was just as excited.

"Din, I need your help," you shout from your bedroom. He comes in immediately.

"What happened?" he shouts back, looking frantically throughout the room.

You were in the bathroom; he ran towards you only to see you in your underwear twisting and turning in front of a mirror.

"Why did you take me?" you ask, tracing over the trimming of lace lining your panties. Your ass looks incredible as you pulled up the waistband over your hips, it bounces as you poke at it, wincing when the cellulite emphasizes over the lighting.

You sigh, looking towards him in a heady stare. He walks over to you, envelopes you in his arms and sighs as you turn your face away from his chest.

"I love you."

"Do you? I don't think you can fall in love so quickly-"

"Well, I did," he says shortly.

You sigh, his hands smooth over your abdomen and you stop his hand, watching him through the mirror intently.

Something was wrong with him, he knew. You drove him to do things he wouldn't do otherwise. It was as if the moment he saw you, something was triggered in his brain. He couldn't function without you now, he would get angry, depressed, demoralized.

You were a necessity now.

"Would you fuck me, Din?" you ask innocently. He shivers at the way your eyes lift lazily up to meet his in the mirror.

You lead his hands under your underwear grinding against his palm as he cups your mound.

His fingers get sucked into your cunt and you sigh. You rest your head against his shoulder.

"Please..." you beg. A quiet okay was said behind your ear and your feet shuffle in anticipation.

His hand quickens and his fingers work you over slowly and firmly. It was as if you were being rocked by a wave, back and forth his palm connects with your clit, rubbing it firmly and then sliding across it, letting it go and doing it over and over again.

You gnaw on your lip, you could feel heat build within you ever so slowly, so gently that you sigh in content. The pain and throbbing of your body was soon forgotten as he led you to the bed, his fingers gliding over your folds and moving to your opening mouth languidly.

You suck his fingers as he laid on the mattress pulling you on top of him. He imagines your sucking motions to be akin to your lips around him, you look into his eyes deeply as your tongue swirls over his digits. He groans, slowly pulling away from your lips and trailing his fingers over your neck and towards your breasts, cupping underneath them and making your eyes roll up.

His chest was firm underneath your hands as you closed your eyes and moved your hips to an invisible rhythm.

The next morning, he would finally notice the red marks marring his skin, as he glances towards you, watching him as you pull the sheets up to your breasts, covering them in an innocence he knew was a farce.

His cock bumps against your cervix repeatedly, and you speed up, feeling him open you up each time your hips met.

You whine when your thighs start to cramp from your desperate movements.

"I-I can't -"

He flips you making sure you bounced and landed carefully on top of the sheets and pillows.

"You want it hard or soft."

You moan.

“Hard. Please.”

He has you with your back against his chest, your legs spread wide as he spears his cock into you quickly. You gasp with each thrust, arching your back against him as he sucks bruises against the tender skin of your neck.

His hips plop against your ass loudly, you had to cover your mouth from the feeling of your slick running down towards his thighs and making you slide easier against him.

You feel pure pleasure, almost as if your body is renewed and numbed down to a form in which pain doesn’t exist. You cum harder than you ever had before in your life and as you fall limply against the sheets, your belly atop a comfy pillow placed under you by Din, you sleep instantly.

He was convinced he made you pass out and for a second he worries, almost sliding his cock out of you before you whined, gripping his hand and pulling him so that his arm would wrap around you, effectively forcing him to stay put.

You shivered when you felt him shove himself deeper inside of you because of the proximity. Eventually when you were deep in sleep, which hasn’t happened in a long time, he pulled out, his seed and your slick rushing out of you.

You woke up that day feeling better than ever, albeit a little sore, but you don’t think you’ve felt that much relief in a while.

As you sit up you groan, the weight of your bump finally getting to you. You look to your side seeing the outline of his half erect cock through the sheets and hold your breath.

He woke up with his cock in your mouth, already hard as you climbed on top of him and started grinding.

He was elated at the fact that you were initiating this. It made him feel as if he was wanted, as if he had a purpose.

You couldn’t agree more as his thick cock stretched you that morning, making you see stars and replacing the aches in your body with pangs of intense pleasure.

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It felt good to be fucked. It felt good for him to tire you out and to sleep from satisfied exhaustion. So, you did it each and every night until you would inevitably go into labor.

It had gotten to the point where you didn’t even worry about how overdue you were, you just wanted the excuse to have him inside of you all of the time.

He was feral for it. He loved your body; it was so plush and swollen and his. The fact that anyone from the outside, when you make him take you out for walks to aid in your predicament, could see that you were carrying his baby made him want to ravish you then and there.

You would often have mothers come up to you now, saying that you were going to have a big baby, and that they would probably be as strong as their father. It made him keen.

The whole village knew you belonged to him, especially as you stuck to his side and huddled for warmth from the heavy winds and the freezing air and especially as you hold his son as if your own, close against your chest as if you haven’t seen him for years even though he was just a walk down a path the whole day.

Everyone thought you were a happy family. They thought that when you wrapped your arm around his you were cherishing your time together, you were, in a way, it was just that you only wanted his cock. He usually took that as a signal to hurry up home, especially when your hands started to wander over his chest plate, supposedly wiping off dust or snow from his armor.

A big and happy family is all he wanted. He was just missing a member at the moment.

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“Fuck, Din, h-harder.”

It's been three days so far. The midwife said you were dilated 1 centimeter. It only made you more desperate for his cum.

Sperm softens the cervix, and a soft cervix prompts dilation.

"I can't-" he groans, holding your hips still and leaning away.

"Please-" You press your ass against his crotch, pressing him deeper into you and making yourself gasp out against the pillows, your drool accumulates and spreads against the pillowcase, prompting you to lick your lips.

"We're so close..." you say pleadingly.

He squeezes your waist, stilling you from bouncing your hips against him.

"Close to what?"

"Our baby," you whine.

You knew him well. You knew what made him tick, and how well you could manipulate your way for something you wanted. That being, getting plowed into the mattress, with the bonus of speeding up the process of labor.

Your voice echoes in his head. Our. You usually referred to them as yours, because you're carrying them and you're going to be the one taking care of them. So you thought.

Also, because you didn't want him, at all and in any form, out of sexual pleasure.

He twitches and you swear you hear him growl. A shiver runs down your spine and you push him further.

"I want to give you a baby. Don't you want me to?" you murmur moaning and whiny, mimicking the women in holos usually seen in your same position.

Your hand moves under the swell of your belly, making you wince from the uncomfortable position and connect with your clit. You circle your hips, feeling him start to thrust lightly against you.

"You can put another in me after..."

His fingers meet yours and rub with you. You almost scoff against the pillow from his sudden eagerness, but your breath catches from a particularly hard thrust.

"I'll give you as many children as you want," you blurt out as you feel your body heat up quickly. You didn't have a filter anymore, your mind was shrouded in the feeling he was giving you, in the need to reach completion.

"Please- I want to expand- mph, our clan-"

He hushes you, thrusting into you with precision and pushing you into the sheets below careful to not put pressure on your stomach. You didn't even notice that he turned you over, your back hit the mattress, his hands pinning you beneath him. His mouth glides along the valley of your tits.

His tongue slides over to your swollen and dark nipple, helping him engulf your fatty tissue into his mouth. He sucks in pulses.

He lifts your ass in the air, pressing himself as deep as he could go before pulling out and thrusting in again. His pelvis slides against your clit each time his cock meets your cervix.

You come apart with a tremble and a high-pitched whine. He groans into your breast, sucking until your milk coats the inside of his mouth. Your back slowly lowers back into the soft blankets and he holds himself up, his head buried in your breasts.

You sigh, pressing your hands against his hair as the pressure on your chest was being relieved. His cock was pulsing in time with his suckles.

Your nails were scratching behind his head, caressing his brown locks and smoothing a thumb over his cheekbone.

He came with a long groan, still inside of you, when you tug on his locks after he bit you lightly.

He lifts his head, his eyes search your own blissed out ones, half lowered and drowsy. When he kisses you, you respond back sensually, slowly and as if you meant it.

It stung him.

The only way he could get you to show him affection was if you were in a state of euphoria and not your complete self. You grumble as his lips start to part yours.

"I'm tired," you mumble. He chuckles, nodding his head, helping you shrug some pillows under yourself and placing his body behind you. You hum as you press your head against the pillow.

His lips meet your earlobe and you smile lightly, still in a daze. You pause when he speaks, lowly.

"I will get you swollen again. I know you; you seem to forget that. I know your using me to get off, but any words said to me are a promise."

Despite yourself and despite everything else you clench around him, a quiet moan escaping you as he presses himself against your back and slid back into you slowly.

The very next day the contractions hit, he carried you to the midwife across town and you met a very beautiful, yet slimy, chubby baby.

Your eyes softened when he first handled her with gentle care, as if she were made of glass. He smiled, almost grinned, when she gurgled and moved her head from side to side, looking for you.

You forced your hands to stop shaking when you gently cradled her to your chest. Staring into her eyes as they opened slowly, you truly started to believe it wasn’t unbelievable he fell in love with you so quickly.

A/n: Reblogs and Comments much appreciated lol. 🥰❤️ mwah! 💋

#din djarin x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin fanfiction #dark fanfiction #dark!Din Djarin

[eldritchwhispersofficial]

In defense of Summer (CW: Nazis, TribeTwelve)

Okay, so. I keep seeing people in the SV community shitting on @summertrynnacope for their art and certain sensitive subject material.

I'm making this post cause y'all need to chill. Just. A little. Maybe? HEAR ME OUT. I do not support Nazism. The targeted genocide of six million Jewish individuals is wrong, eugenics is wrong, Aryanism is wrong. The Nazi Party was an extremely fucked up and morally wrong group of individuals. Having said that, I feel like people are overreacting to Summer's art just a wee bit. Summer has stated that they DO NOT support Nazis/Nazism. When asked to put content warnings on their art, they gladly did so AND also apologized. I understand the whole Nazi thing is sensitive subject matter, especially in the Slenderverse community. HOWEVER, it is also part of the LORE of at least two web series (TribeTwelve and EverymanHYBRID). Yes, it was retconned from EMH, but the thing is, it was part of the lore for long enough that many people still consider it canon (and many people don't KNOW it was retconned). Summer didn't do this maliciously. They didn't do this with the intent to offend or hurt anyone. They just did it because it WAS, at least at one point, part of the lore (and they were not aware of the fact it was removed). Yes, they should have initially put warnings on their art, and they admitted they should have. They also shouldn't have put the symbols they did in their Brandit (or whatever the Firebrand x HABIT ship name is) fanart. But again, don't assume something's born out of malice when it could easily be born out of ignorance, ya know?

Proof that Summer regrets their actions:

Tl;dr: 18 year old TT and EMH fan makes Nazi HABIT art, people act like this means OP is a Nazi (WITHOUT ANYONE EVEN TALKING TO THEM ABOUT IT, BY THE WAY), and they add CWs and apologize after I tell them what they did wasn't okay. Is this good? Are we good? Drama resolved?

#cw: nazi mention #tw nazis #tw tribetwelve #cw tribetwelve #tribetwelve #everymanhybrid #slenderverse #habit emh #firebrand tribetwelve #summertrynnacope #ignorance is not malice #in defense of OP #fuck adam rosner #for my mutuals #art #digital artist #probably going to get canceled but idc #going to get canceled #don't care tho

[chevelleneech]

Gonna be the first (maybe) to say it, but if nothing comes of Buddie at all by the s7 finale, I am going to have a hard time believing any future storyline set up the show does.

To be clear, I do not think Buddie has to be canon for it finally be addressed, because I acknowledge what happened in seasons 2-6 kind of exist in a different world. It was a different network and majority of it was written with the *potential intent to have Buck be queer only to have that shot down, whereas now on their new network, Buck is canonically bi. So I am aware that the powers that be have changed, and with that, what the writers are able to do will differ.

However, I still think something should be said or done to tie those loose ends up. I still think Buddie is an unanswered entity in the 911 universe, and not putting it to rest is sour writing. Because if Tim didn’t want to touch on it, he would have said as much with 7x04. He would have crafted an episode that was definitively abut Buck wanting to be around Tommy, instead of it being ambiguous and coming across as him being jealous of Eddie choosing someone else.

And I know people who ship Buck and Tommy will say Buck said in the episode he was trying to get Tommy’s attention, but it is established in that very same moment Buck is only “guessing” Tommy is who he wanted attention from. He does not state it affirmatively, and in fact only says he guesses, after Tommy asks for clarification, because he too was surprised Buck’s actions were for him.

Now, this is not me saying Tim and the writers weren’t still intentionally aiming for Tommy, but if so, what they wrote does not make sense. So unless we’re meant to take that episode as being poorly written/constructed… I need them to go ahead and clarify things. Because how I would have crafted the episode if I knew I was aiming for Tommy not Eddie, is by:

Having a scene where Buck calls Tommy for the tour. — That establishes Buck seeking Tommy out on screen, and doesn’t leave viewers wondering how it happened.

Had Buck and Tommy run into each other so Buck could 1) ask him how the fight went, 2) have Tommy invite Buck to the basketball game, with him saying yes. — 1) would be giving them another chance to talk without Eddie, but for Tommy to sort of “gush” about how cool Eddie is and etc, solidifying the foundation of Buck’s jealousy out of fear he was being replaced. 2) would eliminate the need for Buck to peacock for Eddie in the gym, and could instead be replaced with him bragging that Tommy invited him along too, while Eddie is confused as to why Buck is excited since he doesn’t like basketball.

Shown Eddie and Tommy after the basketball game, in which Eddie expresses concern over Buck acting weird and hurting him. — It would have allowed viewers a chance to see Tommy connect the dots, then decide to go talk to Buck.

Lastly, I would have scrapped Tommy’s confusion entirely, replacing it with: “Trying to get your attention has been kind of exhausting.” — “Is that why you maimed your best friend?” — “I guess so.” — “Hmm, that’s not really my thing. I prefer talking.” “Yeah, my sister says there are better ways to get someone atten— *kiss happens*

So then, not only would that be blatant and intentional flirting from Tommy, but we’d also have known he had an idea about why Buck was acting out, and the kiss would have been less of a shock-shock (not that it truly was) for the audience and more us realizing Tommy sussed Buck out and took a chance on kissing him.

And that’s that. That is how the episode could have been definitively about Buck wanting Tommy’s attention, without changing anything major. Mind you, I’m not a showrunner nor professional writer, so I’m not going to act as if I know better than Tim.

What I will say, is I’m also not stupid and don’t see why they’d toe the line if they did not want people thinking Buck might be jealous and wanting of Eddie’s attention. Because there are only two answers, really. The first being, Tim didn’t know what the outcome would be the entire time he was writing it and couldn’t commit until he had an answer from Lou/ABC about the kiss. Or the other, Tim is actively teasing Buddie with no plans to make them canon. The latter would be fucked up, but not uncommon for television.

Either way, I said what I said. If all of this Buddie talk and intentional teasing within this season alone does not result in Buck and Eddie having a conversation about how they feel for each other, even if they do not date, there is no reason for me to believe any other storylines are being written with intent. Because there’s also only two ways this can go. Buddie is acknowledged and is shut down (a fair choice if that’s not the story Tim wants to tell) or Tim can act like he never dropped hints and that Buddie shippers were sadly looking to close despite what was said in 7x04, again, even though the episode plays both sides.

If he chooses the latter, that means he simply has lost his ability to craft interesting stories. And while I’ll still watch the show, because I genuinely love every character, it won’t matter to me what is being built up, because he could just as easily decide I as a viewer was looking too hard and only have myself to blame for misunderstanding what was written. That’s not a fun way to enjoy a show. Feeling like nothing matters when it feels like it should, just because the writers and show runner want to be chaotic or “subvert expectations”.

It’s why The Magicians went downhill fast after Quentin died. All that build up between he and Eliot for 3 seasons, followed by a 4th season of Quentin letting himself be tormented in attempt to save Eliot from being trapped inside the mind of a monstrous, magical killing machine, just to kill Q off before Eliot returned. Before either of them got to reconcile their love for each other and experience any sort of happiness together going forward.

I’m not saying 911 would ever be so dramatic, but am using it as an example of how to piss your audience off (not that Buddie shippers make up the majority of the audience) for no reason. It’s a great example of how crafting a story just to end it abruptly, then claim it as some profound and deep choice viewers just don’t understand about storytelling, is weak. It’ll be a poor excuse, and lead to me, at least, deciding to not actively care about how any storyline is crafted. I’m sure the show will continue to entertain me, again, I do love it, but the story building of each season won’t be my concern. I’ll watch whatever they show and take it as is, no expectations or theories, because what would be the point?

..

The (*) is because it is unclear to me whether or not any of this plan was actually written and shown on air, so people who say s4 was definitely leading to Buddie happening… I must disagree. Unless something else was said to confirm such, I can only go off of how I know episodes are usually pitched. Which is during meetings and stuff, either before or as they’re written. So Tim (or whoever) might have pitched the idea to FOX to have Buck be queer in s4, but that doesn’t mean they ended up airing the build up at all. What we’ve seen from s4 could very well be the consultation prize of sorts. Giving Buddie bigger emotional moments since Buck being queer was already shut down. That doesn’t mean Eddie was also planned to be queer back then or that Buddie was going to happen. Buck could have easily been dealing with unrequited feelings.

#911 abc #buddie

[chippedmoon]

I just love Ryan Madej ☺️

#watcher #ghost files #debrief #ryan bergara #Shane madej #I need to state that I do not ship the two #I just found that really funny

[plaid-maniac]

Do you ever think about how there totally could have been an old classmate of Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth in the audience during like turnabout sister or turnabout samurai. Do you think they would realize? Like “hey, were those the guys in my class in like fourth grade? I kinda remember them. Wonder if they remember each other. But it was so long ago, I doubt they would even care.” Meanwhile Edgeworth and Phoenix are undergoing the most insane mental battles where both of them are going “I recognize my best friend across the courtroom and I desperately want to be close with them again.” And “god he is so god damn annoying I wish he would die already.”

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth #Phoenix Wright #not specifically ship so I won’t tag it but kinda ship if you get it #the classmate usually sits in courtroom trials because they love the drama #and honestly they like miles Edgeworth’s cases cause ‘hey I know that guy’ #but of course they don’t like go up and talk to him cause they weren’t really that close and he left kinda abruptly #cause knowing someone for like a year in elementary school and then pestering them about why they left 15 years later is a weird thing to do #course Phoenix comes in and now the classmate now has to deal with the knowledge that the defense and prosecution used to always eat lunch #together and play superhero’s during recess with that really weird kid who was always up to no good #what if one day the classmate was like ‘maybe I should introduce them to each other again. sure that we would all get a laugh or two in and- #-that would be the end of it and they would continue with their lives as normal people. they certainly wouldn’t get super gay and awkward- #-about the whole thing and just be completely chill.’ #god what would happen and Edgeworth v state? #the classmate would probably leave the third day like ‘I am a changed person. I can never go back to not knowing so much about this person.’ #and like they wouldn’t be able to say or do anything cause like??? how do you even have that conversation??? #‘hey I know you don’t remember me but I like sitting in the audience of courtroom trials and I was there for your case and I just want to- #-ask are you good? like honestly do you need someone to talk to?’

[gingercore]

I think the reason why I find Scout ships so appealing is that no matter who you pair him up with (romantic or platonically), they indulge him with their time.

It’s the patience they seem to have for him, listening to his rambles that are often overlooked or deemed annoying but they decided to actually try and understand him.

There’s just something so special to me about enjoying the company of someone who wants to hear what you have to say, who gives you their time willingly and in abundance.

#I legally need to state i do not kin scout #but as someone who has adhd i relate to him on being too much #anyways i love all scout ships #except scoutspy #gtfo if you ship that ty #text post #tf2 #tf2 scout #god do i even try and tag this with all of his ships #speedingbullet #blunt trauma #flash fire #batting helmet #hop scotch #texas two step #heavy hitters #these are definitely some names #my ramblings

[rotisseries]

inspired by elli's poll lol cause this seems fun actually but if you guys have bad answers I'll kill myself on your doorstep or smth

#“rori all of these are your faves how can there be a bad answer” well I still have an internal ranking on some of these #and if all of you pick an option that I think pales in comparison to the others. well. hm #I know what's gonna sweep though because two of these are niche as hell and 4 maybe 5 of these are things you people don't follow me for #fun fact I actually had to scrape my brain to make sure I couldn't come up with any more #I am unintentionally very picky on what is a favorite apparentlyyyy #I also just don't watch/read enough stuff these days so there's that #AND I NEED LONG TERM EXPOSURE TO KNOW THEY'RE STICKING AROUND #so like. I have some options but I don't KNOWWW if they're sticking yet #but this feels like such a small poll lmao #also no sapphics on here this is actually cause I hate women- #NO. JOKING. zelink is here. I almost put gideon and harrow but I'm in a perpetual state of not having finished tlt #and I couldn't put nebetta and darya I was drawing the line at 2 tbos ships. well. actually. changed my mind #not editing these tags actually you guys can see my thought process #WAIT AND SAYMARI. FUCK. I LITERALLY MADE A PLAYLIST FOR THEM I LOVE THEMMM #ok. is 4 tbos ships too many. hmm #I said 2 of these are niche now four of these are niche it's really the “which tbos pairing is your fave” poll #THIS POLL IS SO FUNNY IT'S SO SELF INDULGENT I HAVE TO TAKE OUT AT LEAST ONE TBOS SHIP #I should add one more general one... #cause I do actually want genuine and varied answers I gotta give y'all options so they don't all pool at the first two #I also almost put ellie and abby on here.. that would've been so funny four popular 1 rarepair 3 super niche ships #ellie and abby are soooo interesting to me though so of course the thought of them having something horrible going on together compels me #and they are one of my 3 favorited ao3 tags... they deserve a place... #ok well while I debate on that I'm putting akutagawa and atsushi on here I admittedly have only had like two months of exposure to them #but it is enough I can tell they are so crazy to me #the way my tags are just me overthinking everything on what is supposed to be a fun and silly poll... no one does it like me I'm afraid

[rohirric-hunter]

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#forcefully incorporating modern and historical doctors completel lack of knowledge about or interest in womens healthcare #into a fantasy setting which has no bearing on and very little relation to actual history is depressing anyhow #so why would you do it #why hurt yourself like that #you dont even need modern medical tools to figure out basic stuff like safe pregnancy spacing #so theres literally no reason not to have it #and every reason to have it #'well historically speaking' why dont you historically shove the stick up your ass all the way through so it comes out #im gonna go block the person who said this to me #i recall they also went on a two day rant about how there was no evidence hobbits werent considered adults until 33 #two days of increasingly unhinged ranting and acrobatic stretching #to justify their shipping pippin and boromir #they didnt pull out that they were doing this to justify what was very clearly and canonically a minor/adult ship until the very end #it was super gross #like if youre gonna ship something fucked up go for it but own it you know #(also its literally stated in canon that hobbits come of age at 33. its sort of an important point actually.)

[a-dope-fiend]

i just fucking adore the Windblade miniseries…..like the entire concept of Cityspeakers is so fascinating and i love the way it’s presented and i love the way Windblade and Metroplex interact and i love the like…idea of a Cybertronian diaspora, sort of??? also the art is gorgeous holy shit

AND above all that i love….cool talented diplomat and her tough, protective lesbian bodyguard?? that’s good good GOOD content right there

#i love windblade so fucking much she's so cool i'm yelling softly 24/7 #i really wish her spotlight comics didn't focus on starscream being coddled #why is it windblades responsibility to do anything for starscream theres no need to push her into some sort of nurturing role #remember how MScott was so overtly uncomfortable with people shipping the two female characters she was writing #that she explicitly stated they weren’t together and then wrote one of them out of the story #transformers #windblade #chromia

[fictionallyinparadise]

For the 70s/80s music ask game, ‘Let’s Dance’ for anyone, for no reason other than my favorite musician wrote that song (is that the correct way to say that??? I’m new to music small talk. And music that isn’t just video game OSTs in general. And will that opinion have me judged? Sorry if I’m being awkward,)

~stars-n-freckles45

OOOO David Bowie goes BRRR <33 Dw about being awkward, music small talk (for me at least) either goes "this song made me cry you should listen to it", "this reminds me of you/your OC(s)", or "you just unlocked a memory about music and I'm gonna go down a rabbithole about it" so shghsg- Also!! Video game OSTs are so fucking good dude like.....omge. ANYWHO ANYWHO, I answered this with Iceberg bc I'm melting from brainrot to the point of no return <3

David Bowie - Let’s Dance: Are there any songs you’ve picked up from your F/O or their media, or because they remind you of them?

One song that reminds me of him for no reason is "Touch-Tone Telephone" by Lemon Demon. There's no reason, I just think it fits :]

Onto the songs that I can go and ramble about-

"Cold Cold Cold" by Cage The Elephant reminds me of him. Considering that he is literally Cold™️. I feel like he'd scream this song in his car before going into work....... "Some Rotten Man" by The Taxpayers but it's in an angst way,,,like. Hang on I need a specific lyric-

"Some rotten man. Nobody's savior. Your oldest friend" LIKE I can literally picture him saying those to me. "Some rotten man" in passing conversation. "Nobody's savior" after something Goes Wrong At Work™️. "Your oldest friend" whispered in the dark when he thinks I'm asleep.

"Mary On A Cross" by Ghost because like.......he's got some Abnormal Thing about him (his body temp is like....19.4° F) and my self insert has some Abnormal Thing about them (their eyes are glitchy! Like when they're confused their eyes show a literal bluescreen)!! SO THE "your beauty never ever scared me" HITS SO HARD............

"Hayloft II (Burning Barn Acoustic)" by Mother Mother is another and it's specifically the Acoustic bc that one itches my brain so hard. There's something about it that carries his Unhinged yet Contained energy so perfectly.

There's so many more but at the rate I'm going I'll never end this MSGHSHGHH..........

#🧫; puzzle pieces #self ship asks #self ship ask answered #sorry for me taking a bit to answer my brain refused to comprehend the question #also yesterday my family got our grandparent's cat to cat-sit while they're out of state so yeah! #anyway iceberg my love my babygirl my fucking........mmmsgshm #i really need to write the Lore about him and my self insert #i've just been too lazy to write up s/i lore :( which is sad bc i love doing that #maybe I'll do it tomorrow before/after/during my d&d session #ANYWAY............ #i listened to touch tone telephone recently and i was like. 'yeah this is an iceberg song. anyway' #it's also just an overall SCP-vibes song so maybe that's why but. #also related; he likes lemon demon bc i said so #he hasn't heard two trucks. yet. #:) anyway

[flopity-flips]

idk if this is a hot take but honestly as fun as think dante/lucia is i honestly don't think they would or could work out- at least until dante sorts through his baggage. but even then, Dante is someone who craves his humanity so bad- going so far as to outright deny his own human blood while simotaneously insisting he's human. i feel like- were he not completely emotionally wrecked by his own existence feeling like a curse- he'd want someone human. someone as far away from the life of a devil hunter or devil. but by getting involved with him they become a part of that life- one way or another, tragically or not. it's part of the fact that he's just a walking bundle of contradictions.

#i also have no vested interest or bias in Dante's relationship given that i selfship nuh uh no i do not #but it's also part of why I don't dig Dante n lady either #i feel like their relationship is complex- like #maybe once a while after dmc3 they hooked up cuz they're both sad they're both repressed and they're both a bundle of emotions #what is this tension between us? but because they're young and dumb they don't realize until after oh wait this tension was shared trauma #but even then Dante keeps everyone at arms length its p clear that lady and trish rly only stop by when they need something or they're #bored. perhaps just a wellness check on dante if he's showing signs of a slipping mental state #but in general I love the sort of sadness behind dante and lucias relationship as is rn too #that sort of heartending feeling of rejection and Dante's fear of letting her get hurt or thinking no one can love him #it makes my heart hurt and I love that shit #idk I'm rambling i saw some light chatter abt dante/lucia #but im not looking to get into ship wars over it lmao im just tossing out my two cents on the two #but my opinion should once again be taken with a grain of salt considering i selfship hard with him. im cringe but im free #devil may cry #dmc #amanda rambles #i need a tag for dmc lore musings cuz im reading this over and it just sounds like rough notes lol #just an uninterrupted nonsensical stream of consciousness lmao #oh fuck i gotta schedule an appointment with a therapist lol

[dmclemblems]

real talk this save screen is the absolute most haunting save screen of any game i’ve ever played

dead silence and a black background and after everything that just happened

it’s like the final nail in the coffin to really get across how terrible it all was

#see? im still having a crisis. i had to put the game down for a bit EVEN THO I'VE FULLY BEATEN IT SIXTEEN TIMES #shit like this makes me wish fe4 would get a gen 1 only pair/shipless anime #that being so that nobody can complain about ships and blah blah #or a full anime with both gens with zero indication of the fathers bc nobody needs that drama for an fe4 anime #but since ofc it was an snes game i get why it doesn't show how horrible it was #but i feel like just with what it did give it still gets the whole point across both with the roll call and the save screen #and like yeah I had to put the game down for a bit but I feel like in a sense that's the best way to play it #particularly for first timers tho bc I feel like this part needs a bit to sink in before you continue with gen 2 #You basically just witnessed the worst moment in Jugdral's history and the beginning of societal collapse #and then you get to gen 2 which is almost two decades later showing you just how horrendous the world became after that #to the point that even Alvis' best intentions couldn't fix everything forever #It's stated that things were working out and all under his rule for a while so like... for the most part in general #things were going okay for Jugdral aside from Manfloy behind the scenes doing shit #but then it all comes out and Alvis can only do his best to save things from the inside and not the outside anymore #He loses his influence on the outside world and everything goes to shit so all he can do is save the few people he's able from the inside #You literally go from seeing the worst event happen to seeing the world in post and being told through character dialogue #how bad everything is now two decades later and how horrible the place is to live in #I love Three Houses so much but there's no way it captured that and I say that because #the devs have stated FE4 was a direct influence for TH but even with the timeskip and how bad things got due to the war #was nothing compared to the state Jugdral was in and the events of chapter twelve were nowhere as #devastating as what happened in chapter five of FE4 #I wish FE4 had a little bit more in between the gens just to give you time to let it all sink in because it's so much in hindsight #Even the stuff at Yied went a little too fast sometimes imo #Everything gets progressively worse during the whole of gen 1 and I would've loved for chapter five to be like that too in its own chapter #anyway most influential save screen in gaming history thanks have a nice day/night #DCB Comments

[txttletale]

I'm asking this genuinely, as a 19 yo with no education in economics and a pretty surface level understanding of socialism: can you explain the whole Bananas discourse in a way someone like me might understand? In my understanding it's just "This is just a product we can give up to create better worker conditions and that's fine" but apparently that's not the full picture?

alright so some pretty important background to all this is that we're all talking about the fact that bananas, grown in the global south, are available year-round at extremely low prices all around europe and the USA. it's not really about bananas per so--the banana in this discourse is a synechdoche for all the economic benefits of imperialism.

so how are cheap bananas a result of imperialism? first of all i want to tackle a common and v. silly counterargument: 'oh, these ridiculous communists think it's imperialist for produce to be shipped internationally'. nah. believing that this is the communist objection requires believing in a deeply naive view of international traide. this view goes something like 'well, if honduras has lots of bananas, and people in the usa want bananas and are willing to pay for them, surely everyone wins when the usa buys bananas!'.

there are of course two key errors here and they are both packed into 'honduras has lots of bananas'. for a start, although the bananas are grown in honduras, honduras doesn't really 'have' them, because the plantations are mostly owned by chiquita (formerly known as united fruit) dole, del monte, and other multinationals--when they're not, those multinationals will usually purchase the bananas from honduran growers and conduct the export themselves. and wouldn't you know it, it's those intervening middleman steps--export, import, and retail, where the vast majority of money is made off bananas! so in the process of a banana making its way from honduras to a 7/11, usamerican multinationals make money selling the bananas to usamerican importers who make money selling them to usamerican retailers who make money selling them to usamerican customers.

when chiquita sells a banana to be sold in walmart, a magic trick is being performed: a banana is disappearing from honduras, and yet somehow an american company is paying a second american company for it! this is economic imperialism, the usamerican multinational extracting resources from a nation while simultaneously pocketing the value of those resources.

why does the honduran government allow this? if selling bananas is such a bad deal for the nation, why do they continue to export millions of dollars of banans a year? well, obviously, there's the fact that if they didn't, they would face a coup. the united states is more than willing to intervene and cause mass death and war to protect the profits of its multinationals. but the second, more subtle thing keeping honduras bound to this ridiculously unbalanced relationship is the need for dollars. because the US dollar is the global reserve currency, and the de facto currency of international trade, exporting to the USA is a basic necessity for nations like honduras, guatemala, &c. why is the dollar the global reserve currency? because of usamerican military and economic hegemony, of course. imperialism built upon imperialism!

this is unequal exchange, the neoimperialist terms of international trade that make the 'global economy' a tool of siphoning value and resources from the global south to the imperial core. & this is the second flaw to unravel in 'honduras has a lot of bananas' -- honduras only 'has a lot of bananas' because this global economic hegemony has led to vast unsustainable monoculture banana plantations to dominate the agriculture of honduras. it's long-attested how monoculture growth is unsustainable because it destroys soil and leads to easily-wiped-out-by-infection plants.

so, bananas in the USA are cheap because:

the workers that grow them are barely paid, mistreated, prevented from unionizing, and sometimes murdered

the nations in which the bananas are grown accept brutally unfair trade and tariff terms with the USA because they desperately need a supply of US dollars and so have little position to negotiate

shipping is also much cheaper than it should be because sailors are chronically underpaid and often not paid at all or forced to pay to work (!)

bananas are cheap, in conclusion, because they're produced by underpaid and brutalized workers and then imported on extortionate and unfair terms.

so what, should we all give up bananas? no, and it's a sign of total lack of understanding of socialism as a global movement that all the pearl-clutching usamericans have latched onto the scary communists telling them to stop buying bananas. communism does not care about you as a consumer. individual consumptive choices are not a meaningful arena of political action. the socialist position is not "if there was a socialist reovlution in the usa, we would all stop eating bananas like good little boys", but rather, "if there's a socialist revolution in the countries where bananas are grown, then the availability of bananas in the usa is going to drop, and if you want to be an anti-imperialist in the imperial core you have to accept that".

(this is where the second argument i see about this, 'oh what are you catholic you want me to eat dirt like a monk?' reveals itself as a silly fucking solipsistic misunderstanding)

and again, let's note that the case of the banana can very easily be generalised out to coffee, chocolate, sugar, etc, and that it's not about individual consumptive habits, but about global economic systems. if you are donkey fucking kong and you eat 100 bananas a day i don't care and neither does anyone else. it's about trying to illustrate just one tiny mundane way in which economic imperialism makes the lives of people in the global north more convenient and simpler and so of course there is enormous pushback from people who attach moral value to this and therefore feel like the mean commies are personally calling them evil for eating a nutella or whatever which is frankly pretty tiring. Sad!

tldr: it is not imperialism when produce go on boat but it is imperialism when produce grown for dirt cheap by underpaid workers in a country with a devalued currency is then bought and exported and sold by usamerican companies creating huge amounts of economic value of which the nation in which the banana was grown, let alone the people who actually fucking grew it, don't see a cent -- and this is the engine behind the cheap, available-every-day-all-year-everywhere presence of bananas in the usa (and other places!)

#ask