#and i'm fucking tired of hearing the word 'problematic'

[fandxmslxt69]

I'm Proud of You

Loki Laufeyson x f!reader

Warnings: Suggestions at problematic friends/family/people. Loki's over-protectiveness, maybe? Swearing, um. Probably a lot of bad sentence structure and grammar and horrible flow if that bothers anyone

A/N: This is shitty and really absolutely horrible and trash, it's 2:20am, I'm tired and I feel so fucking drained and I'm so done with everyone, and I guess Loki's who I always turn to in shitty times. I might take this down later, given how I wrote it in like an hour and it's probably sooo OOC, but I needed some comfort, so here's this I guess? If you're having a hard day, or have been having a hard time, please know that you're amazing and if no one's told you, I'm proud of you for being here <3 -Clem

Synopsis: Loki's there, through the good and the bad.

Word count: 1.5k

Fucking stupid. 

You slammed the door to your room, feeling tears sting your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t be feeling this hurt, but you genuinely couldn’t ease the ache in your chest, and as hard as you wiped at your eyes, the tears just fell down your face. You felt a sob build up your throat as you collapsed on your bed, the exhaustion of the day finally washing over you. Today was supposed to be a good day. It wasn’t meant to end with you crying. You crawled up to your pillow, burying your face in it as you cried your heart out.  Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. 

You couldn’t stop the sobs ripping out of you no matter how hard you tried. It’s stupid, you shouldn’t be crying over something so small, but sometimes it just hits and you just can’t stop it. You had no idea how long you sat there crying, but your loud sobs slowly turned into quiet hiccups and gasps, and your flowing tears became sniffles and painful breathing. It was like everything hurt, and somehow even after all those tears shed, your eyes still watered whenever you thought about it. 

You sniffled, rolling onto your back and staring at the ceiling of your room. This is fucking stupid. 

Doesn’t mean it hurt any less. You wiped your cheeks, taking a deep breath. 

Okay. It’s fine. This is fine. 

You stared at your room, your breathing slowly down as you worked through the last bit of emotional troubles. You blinked once, twice, and suddenly you were hyper aware of how alone you were, of how it reminded you of all those times you cried quietly in the bathroom so no one could hear you. 

Huh. 

You let out a sort of half laugh that dissolved into another sob as fresh tears sprung in your eyes. 

Alone. 

Just like always. 

You dug the heels of your palms into your eyes, trying to stop yourself from another breakdown, but you could feel your cheeks getting wet as you curled up on yourself, knees pulled tightly to your chest as a new wave of sobs wracked through your body. You didn’t realise someone had entered your room until you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, moving down to rub your back softly. You gasped quietly, surprised by the touch until you looked up and saw Loki smiling softly. “I-” You started, your voice raw from crying, but Loki only shook his head.  “Sh, it’s alright,” He scooted closer onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. You sobbed harder as he flooded your senses- his lingering scent of leather and earth, his touch making your skin buzz with joy. The tears came faster now as you buried your face in his chest, fisting his shirt tightly. 

Loki. 

Loki, here. Right now. 

You felt a sense of relief crash through your system as you melted completely into him, your body moulding against his as he stroked your hair and whispered soft things to you, his hold on you tight and secure. 

Loki. Loki. Loki.

Loki. 

His name rang through your head a dozen times, as if your brain was trying to process the fact that he was here. 

Loki didn’t let go of his tight hold on you until your sobs faded into ragged breathing and sniffles. He pulled away just a little to look at you properly, his hand coming up to wipe your cheeks. 

“My beautiful girl,” He pressed a kiss to your head. “Who’s making you cry, darling, hm?” His voice was soft, loving and easy like it always was, but you could swear up and down that there was something angry hiding behind it, and when you looked up at him properly, you were absolutely certain his eyes were storming with a growing anger.  Is he angry at me? You thought, but then his gaze softened as if he heard you, and he pressed another kiss to your forehead. “You can take your time, yes? I’ll wait until you want to talk,” You shake your head, “Don’t wanna talk about it,” “Alright, that’s perfectly fine. You know I’d never ask you to tell me something you don’t want to share,” He smiled then, but there was something twisted about it. “But, if someone is making my precious goddess hurt like this, and cause her such distress, I’ll need a story eventually,” “Why?” You hiccuped, resting your head on his chest as you fiddled with the hem of his shirt. You could feel the last of your breakdown work its way through your systems, and being in Loki’s arms helped. “So you could go beat them up?”

He stayed quiet, and your head snapped up to look at him. “Loki.”  “Yes, darling?” He tried to feign an innocent look.  “You can’t go beating up people,” “But I won’t. Beating up is a truly ugly way of saying it. I’d never “beat up” someone. It’s disgraceful to my title as a god,”  You shake your head again, wiping the last of your tears from your eyes. “Still can’t hurt people,” “Why not? They hurt you,” “Yeah but-” “But?” “It’s unethical?” You tried to reason.  He raised an eyebrow. “Right,” He absolutely did not sound convinced. 

In all honesty, at the back of your mind, you really didn’t have much against him going out after them. Well, maybe not to kill them, but maybe a little chat. It was kind of…romantic? Hot? That he was ready to shed blood just at the sight of you in tears. You sighed, the simple act of thinking thoughts making you feel heavy. You wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. “I’m so tired,” You mumbled.  “Did you sleep last night?” “Not that kind of tired,”

You felt exhausted just having this conversation.

“Ah, I see. How about….we cuddle and sleep, and then,” He kissed your forehead again. “When you wake up, I’ll run you a bath, and get you some food, and if you feel ready to talk, we’ll talk. If not, we can do…anything else you wish to do,” He smiled. “What do you think?”

Your heart squeezed. We. We. We. We. 

He was a part of you, even on the bad days.

“Okay,” You nodded slowly. “Sounds good,” With a snap of his fingers, he had you changed out of your regular clothes and into the comfiest PJs you had. He didn’t even bother detaching himself, simply lifting you up with him as he moved into the bed properly and laying down, his body pressed as close to yours as possible. You didn’t really talk much after that, just laying together in bed as you felt the day catch up to you as your mind drifted in and out of sleep. Loki held you tight, peppering kisses anywhere he could. 

“I know you think the world’s out for you,” He said softly. You hummed, his words slowly processing through your sleepy brain. “I thought so too. But then, I met you,” He rubbed your sides. “And things were still hard, and it was still painful, but I was given someone to share that pain with. Someone who could ease the ache a little and make it easier to breathe,” His voice dropped to a gentle whisper as you pressed closer to him, his words wrapping around your heart as you yawned lightly. “I know you’re hurting, and I know sometimes it’s too much to share, but I hope you know that whatever it is that bothers you, you can tell me. And,” He tightened his hold on you, smiling a little when he realised you were half way asleep. “I hope you know that I’m incredibly proud of you, my little mortal, for being so strong despite it all. You helped me learn so much, and you gave me a new reason to live. You’re beautiful, kind and so talented. I’m proud of you for everything you do- even something as little as drinking water.  I love you more than you could possibly know,” You reached up and covered his face with your hand in a bad attempt to stop him from talking. You still felt shitty, and something in you still hurt, but his words seemed to almost…crack through that, and plant a little piece of happiness in there.  He laughed, taking your hand and kissing it. “What was that one quote? The one people use all the time?” You hummed sleepily. “Dunno,” He paused, thinking, before his eyes sparked with realisation. “If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more,” He kissed your hand again.  You chuckled softly, before yawning again. “Oh, that one,” That was cute. “So cheesy,”  “Right, I’ll stop talking then,” He pulled you closer. At this rate, he might just be trying to absorb your soul into him.  “I like hearing you talk though,” You squeezed his hand lightly. “Then we’ll talk plenty more later,” He kissed your head again, and you smiled softly as sleep started to wash over you.

Breakdowns really were draining. 

“I absolutely adore you, my perfect girl,” He said, and as you fell asleep, you couldn’t help but think, you’re not alone anymore. 

Loki was here. 

Loki was always here.

#enjoy or whatever. #tried so hard not to pour all my issues in this so it could at least be as general of a comfort thing as possible. #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #mcu #marvel #loki #loki x f!reader #loki comfort #loki laufeyson fic #loki fluff #loki laufeyson fluff #loki marvel #loki of asgard

[thistlearts]

I'm so tired of all the "problematic ship/media" talk, that whenever I hear it i have a Pavlovian reaction to run into the sunset where i can consume whatever media I want because I feel like it gives me a valuable emotional experience. And smash the word "wholesome" which I hate so much thanks to internet puritans, which gives me an allergy, on the wall. I didn't learn to say "fuck you!" to all the conservatives in my childhood and young adult years who tried to censor and control the stuff I consume, based on their "ethical believes" not to do the same with so-called progressives.

[alostlittleriverlotus]

I'm so tired of people in left leaning spaces just not giving a shit about personality disorders.

Yeah this is about terms like narcissistic and sociopath/psychopath.

Literally saw someone try to say why using narcissistic in that way wasn't right cause of the stigma it cause folks with NPD and got hit with the "but it's true."

I always think leftists might understand better since, you know, nuance and actual conversations about shit, but nah. I'm just so numb to it at this point. Even if you say "hey this is stigmatizing to people with personality disorders" no one gives a shit.

Even in left leaning spaces it's bad. This could easily go for other disabilities/neurodivergencies too especially with ones that aren't as understood or common knowledge.

I'm just kinda tired of it. So I come here for some actual good narcissism positivity cause I'm tired of dramatically playing the evil scary narcissist when all I do is hug plushies, cry over my bed not being perfect, and get fatigued easily and demand attention from my close loved ones.

I mean, there's tons of problems in left leaning spaces (lots of issues because people think thay because they're left leaning suddenly they're immune to internalized shit and any other problematic behaviour), but this is one that grinds my gears. Not even the left spaces, which are supposed to be more accepting of ND folks, listen to people with PDs. Yo, I'm tired of my disorder being fucking used as an insult. Egotistical, self centered, arrogant, full of themselves. There are so many other words you can use, but you use the one directly associated with a personality disorder and one highly stigmatized as evil, heartless, cold, unempathetic, selfish, and abusive. Like could you not even try to listen?

This is mostly about NPD, but I hear the word psychopath thrown around a lot as well. And I'm just sitting there like "Yeah, I technically know 'psychopaths' since I know peeps with ASPD, but sure. Let's use it as an insult for an extremely bigoted person or an actual sex offender."

I'm just tired of it. Tumblr is like the one space where I don't feel crazy for it. Honestly.

#npd #actually narcissistic #stigma #personality disorders #short rant #leftist #left leaning spaces #disability #neurodivergent #aspd #yeah

[thisisntmyrightera]

In the library? | Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Why a study session would be so problematic?

Words: 1,416

Note: English isn't my first language so i make my best.

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The end of the school year was almost over and since Miss O'Donnell realized that Eddie was leaving his grades behind again, she decided to give you the job of being his tutor, it depended on you that Eddie finally graduated and now this was your school project with which if everything went perfect, seeing Munson walk on the stage and take his diploma you would make you feel totally happy and successful.

From the day the teacher introduced you two and told you that you had to be together for any homework or school project Eddie and you did not separate again, the Hellfire boys began to doubt that "studying" was an excuse that Eddie said to spend time with you and your friends teased you every morning for seeing you get into Eddie's Van the day before and although both had already begun to feel comfortable with each other's presence, even went out on small "dates that are not dates" to alleviate a little the tension of studying so much, neither dared to accept that you had found your comfortable place in the other.

When the list of final exam dates was published, you and Eddie agreed on a plan and schedule to study and pass all the exams without problem, so you had planned to go to the public library to read about the anatomy and science books and so you can be able to memorize the best you could with the clearer graphics that the old books had compared to the ones you used in High School.

-Eddie you can...stop doing that - you took the highlighter from his hand looking at him annoyed- it's the fifth time I've taken something out of your hands because you get distracted

-I'm bored; it’s 2 hours since we start studyin -Eddie looked at you rubbing his face making a little tantrum in his chair

-You already said that 3 times, we're almost done just pay a little more attention and we'll go ok? it's the last exam please try just a little bit more - you smiled at him giving him encouragement making him sigh leaning his elbows on the table while he looked at the book and took his pencil to write some notes

Again you focused your attention on the book writing in your notebook where your notes (compared to Eddie's) had everything in order and with little colors for make the differences on the themes so you could study a little more at home, you keep reading and writing when you started hearing again a pounding on the table to the beat of the ''Final Countdown'', a song Eddie hated ever since you told him Joey Tempest was the sexiest guy you'd ever seen in your life.

-Eddie...- you whispered without looking at him while your hand rested on your forehead and you continued writing the notes of the human body

- I'm sorry - he whispered back, turning the page of his book and writing something quickly, stopping the rhythmic tapping.

A few minutes later, the tapping on the table was heard again, this time accompanied by Eddie's voice that imitated the sound of the keyboard in the song, causing your foot to move automatically, kicking one of his legs.

-Ah... what's wrong with you...- Eddie looked at you screaming in a whisper taking his leg causing his knee to hit the table and all the pencils and markers fell to the floor as everyone turned to look at you because of the noise

-Shut the fuck up - you yelled whispering backat him, looking to the counter while the manager look at you through her glasses tired of dealing with teenagers- you threw everything Munson

- You kicked me, it hurt- he looked at you rubbing his knee while his tongue was out touching his upper lip adorably

-Shut up, you cry for everything - you sighed trying to look annoyed as you slipped from your chair to go under the table and take everything that Eddie had thrown

Right now, sitting at a table for two against the wall was a total bad idea, the space there was tiny  and you could barely fit on your knees as you adjusted your gaze to the darkness of the small space to find your supplies that were scattered around the floor.

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-Eddie... we found you - Dustin leaned on the table taking a breath after having run from Family Video to the library

-What happened dude - Eddie looked at him worried while Lucas and Mike arrived behind him also tired and stopping to take a breath

-Remember that we told you that... wait -Dustin made a show his finger asking for time so he could take a little more air - that Lucas could join Hellfire tonight

-Yeah, what's up with that? -He looked at them worried that his departure could not be carried out as planned for a couple of weeks

-Well... my sister doesn't want to leave my space free, she says that she wants to come back because Lady Applejack did a great job in the last game and I no longer deserve to be in this campaign

-Well my little sheep’s -Eddie smiled moving his hands as if he were calling them- Me as his dungeons master I can only say yes, Lucas you are a great player but... Lady Applejack did a great job and I can't deny her that she is a great member in this campaign

-But...- Lucas rolled his eyes looking at Mike- can you help me?

-I also...- Eddie make an expression of surprise giving a small jump in his chair staring at the kiddos while a dry knock sounded on the table making the boys remain silent looking curious

-What was that? - Dustin looked at him curiously trying to look under the table

-It was nothing...nothing at all

-You can stop moving...I feel so tight down there - your whisper under the table made the 3 boys open their mouths in the shape of a big O looking at each other

-Is...is it Y/N? - Mike looked at Eddie making a face of disgust taking his hands to his hair

-No...yes...well yes but it's not what you think

-You made a mess, I could barely hold...-you barely came out from under the table with your messy hair when you looked at the 3 boys in front of you, frozen and with disgusted and confused faces while you were there in front of them on your knees - hi Boys..

-In the library? Seriously? - Lucas looked away covering his mouth

-What? - Eddie got up from the chair quickly denying - no... no no guys, it's not what you think, right?

-Right, guys I was looking for this - you showed them the pencils looking at them almost begging for them to believe you

-You guys are disgusting…anyway we'll all go to Hellfire tonight...- Dustin looked at you judging and shook his head turning to walk and be followed by the other two freshman - and go find a hotel

-What did I look like I was doing? - You looked at Eddie curiously without fully understanding what had happened

- Well…- Eddie looked at you squeezing his lips as he put his hands in his back pockets rocking a little on his feet - Yeah kinda look like…you were…you know

- Munson - you looked at him disgusted hitting his arm making him cover himself laughing

-You two, that's enough, get out of the library right now - the manager looked at you annoyed approaching while she adjusted her glasses

-We're not doing anything wrong- Eddie looked at her smiling making the woman look at him annoyed crossing her arms while she moved her foot making the heel of her shoe sound against the wooden floor

-Let's go - you bit your lip smiling taking your books and your backpack - I'm sorry miss - you smiled as you took Eddie's wrist making him walk behind you following you

-Goodbye - Eddie smiled at her turning to the woman saying goodbye with his hand mockingly - we will go to the hotel

-Edward! - you looked at him hitting his arm again laughing making him laugh too as you went out to the parking lot and finally you could laugh out loud while you imitating the face of Dustin and the manager walking to the Van.

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagines #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #dustin henderson #gaten matarazzo #max mayfield #saddie sink #joe quinn #stranger things 4 #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn imagine #netflix #eddie munson edit #joe quinn imagine

[napsaps-archive]

late but my fandom opinion is that people here get so stupid and pissy about shit they dont even have to see. yall can block people soooo easy like just block whoever is making you mad. it doesnt matter if georgenotfound is gay or straight or ace or whatever the fuck what matters is that its fucking annoying seeing people make discourse posts about how problematic certain points in this fandom are 24/7 and you all need to just shut the fuck up and curate ur online experience

that's meaner than i would've worded it but yeah!! like i'll be the first to admit that i have a doomscrolling problem and if i see/hear drama i want to seek it out but i think now i'm at the point where it's kind of exhausting to just be surrounded by it all the time (which is funny of me to say considering i literally started this discussion lmao but in my defense i'm trying to keep it to priv and even then it's very general i don't go looking for things anymore). at the end of the day it's all up to what you can personally handle and deal with but like it really is super annoying and tiring to see the dash explode every time literally anything happens when most of the time it's not anything that's even a big deal

#i did make a post about like seeing stupid takes on the dash but that was because i thought i had finally curated my dash enough by #blocking people to not see that kind of stuff but well apparently not and it made me mad 😭 but like i do agree with you i think a lot of #people here treat disc. and ne.g as a job?? like something they have to do to be in the fandom??? which isn't at all true #← it's something that's been like pushed by all the blogs who've made a name for themselves by being toxic lmao like being miserable all #the time and being surrounded by seemingly inescapable bullshit is something that's been normalized here (along with many other things) #and it is frustrating!!! but well . what can you do about the choices other people make 😭😭 #ask #anonymous #// discourse

[androgynepositivity]

Rejoice! Salvation Is Free, Just Accept Jesus Into Your Life Today!

Wow, hello!

I'm going to make an example of you since you've so kindly wandered into my asks. I'm 99% sure that this is either a bot or some sort of copy/paste, but heck, you've given me a unique opportunity.

I've wanted to talk about my experiences with faith and religion (separate things) for a while now, but haven't really been able to think of a reason to bring it up. Of course I don't NEED a reason, but it's just one of those things that's not very fun to just drop on people unannounced. So, without further ado, please make sure you read this post slowly and carefully, as I don't intend to repeat myself.

I am an ex-xtian who has good faith in xtians regardless of my trauma. (xtian = abbreviation of christian)

This is to say, I myself do not have any good faith left untoward xtianity as a whole. I believe that the organized religion in itself is corrupt from the core, and has effectively lost sight of what truths it actually has within itself in favor of worldly pursuits and powers. What I have good faith in, however, is xtian people who actually practice what their holy texts preach. There are xtian people who do this, and as a former xtian, I know exactly what I'm looking for when it comes to this assessment.

So, if there are any xtians among my tumblr followers here, (especially queer ones), I'd like to kindly request your attention, because I am hoping that you will find this post refreshing in terms of non-xtians having reviews/critiques of the behavior of xtian things, as opposed to yet another queer post about how religious trauma has made them a hater of xtians and xtianity (which most of the time, if I may be frank, are valid).

If you are to follow the teachings of Yeshua of Nazareth, the "Christ", the "Messiah", you are to fully disregard the teachings of the old testament as little more than old lessons; perhaps looking to them as guides, but no more as religious law. As he has said, the old is done away with. "I am the new word/law." depending upon your translation of the verse, at least.

This is to say... there are many xtians that seem to ignore this in favor of using ancient text to support their shitty world views. As a person who has read the bible cover to cover twice, -and took notes-, I can tell you for certain that there are just... SO many verses I am tired of hearing upon the lips of bigoted xtians who want to use their religious practice as a sheepskin to cover their hateful ways in some sort of 'valid' excuse. But we've all dealt with that at one time or another as queer people.

No, the folks that are fine in my book are the ones that read the damn book for themselves, or absorb the information in some way that is not some prewritten adventure guide (bible study). This isn't to say that xtians who haven't or can't read the bible in its entirety aren't "real" xtians or something, but I mean to say that if you ever get the chance to, you really should, because it'll really help you fully understand what the faith aught to be about and what you, as a xitian, aught to focus on as a xtian. Not to mention... Lutherans literally fought for your right to be able to READ the damn thing, since catholics were absolutely fine with the arrangement of hoarding the knowledge to themselves so they could take advantage of the message and use that power to manipulate the masses, so fucking read it? (Lutherans of course are not based or perfect in any way, Martin Luther himself was hellishly racist and had all kinds of problematic takes, but you know what I mean).

So, little bot or random copy/paster, this is me telling you outright that no, I will not be accepting any saviors into my heart, yada yada. I had at one time done that whole song and dance, and I paid my nickle to the cause. I've read the book twice, I've studied, I know what I'm doing in terms of saying, "No, I don't believe this to be the one and only truth in the world." and so I am an ex-xtian, and will happily remain so.

And I had momentarily considered making this response into some sort of short, throw-away dunk on xtians with a meme or something, but I decided instead to make a long-form statement so I hopefully don't have to do it ever again. And if any of you have read this far down, thanks, first of all! I know this is a long one.

I have not yet read the book, but if there are any xtians among my followers, I want to recommend the book "Christians Against Christianity" by Obery M. Hendricks Jr. as a little side-study you can conduct. I think you'll find it refreshing to see that people within your own faith are just as disenfranchised with it as you may be at times, but that there is of course, hope. "Hope," I say, for xtians who actually practice the faith instead of using it as a thinly veiled excuse to be bigoted fuckwads to others.

So, finally, this is my overall message I wish to convey:

I am not xtian, and will never again be xtian. If I identify as anything, I am an omnist (not omnitheist, it's different); I believe that there are truths and wisdoms that can be found among all faiths, and so I aim to instead study all faiths as a way to better understand my fellow humans, humanity, and my own understanding of the world as a whole. I wish good fate upon anyone who practices something in its entirety, but I also deeply encourage others to study other faiths if ever you find yourself not understanding something. Ask questions. Look deeper. For example, there are just so many people who have thoughts and opinions on Judaism and Islam without having even once looked into what these faiths are about at their cores, so... you know, go and read about them? Learn? Be a good neighbor, damn you.

If folks have more specific questions they want to ask me, feel free! But I will not be making any more posts in regards to folks trying to evangelize me via motherfucking tumblr anon. Lmfao

-Admin (Cake/Arthur)

#religion #faith #christianity #agnostisizm #omnism #long post #crass positive

[hopefulstarfire]

My free time thinking about any and all of my ocs is spent with incorrect quotes so have some for the ygo ocs I've sent to @kohakuhime for an eternity now lmfao.

Kat: You kidnapped Kaibas' little brother? That's illegal! Max: But, Kitty Girl, what's more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing little Mokuba, or destroying our chance at bringing Cecelia back? Kat: Kidnapping Mokuba Kaiba, Max!

Maddox: Hey, your boyfriend and Kaiba are in a screaming match outside, shouldn't you do something about it? Iris: You're right, I should. Iris: closes window Maddox: Iris: sips coffee in Not My Problem

Ellie to Raphael: I love sleeping with my head on your chest so I can hear you breathe. Alister to Iris: I recorded you snoring so you can hear how loud you are and why I can't sleep.

Kat: Okay, I found a foolproof method of figuring out if somebody's evil. Iris: And that is? Kat: If they don't like Ellie, they're evil. Iris: Yeah, that checks out.

Bakura: to Ryou and Kat Okay, I ruined your lives. But didn't you have fun? Bakura: Exactly. Relax.

Dartz: Anything you say in the next 30 seconds is free, starting now. Ellie: I think you're arrogant. A bad ruler. Manipulative. Twisted. You have a God Complex and don't think of anyone but yourself. Dartz: Alright-- Ellie: Wait, I still have 23 seconds and I'm not done.

Kaiba: Why do I keep you around? Iris: Because the alternative would be developing a conscience of your own.

Iris: Ah, yes, the five love languages. Iris: points to Maddox Touch starved. Iris: points to Kaiba My parents never told me they were proud of me. Iris: points to Kat I love Stuff. Iris: points to Raphael I'm so fuckin tired please God just let me rest for five minutes. Iris: points to Valon Hey, pay attention to me.

Kat: Why are you problematic? Bakura: Just for fun.

Kat: filming a video So, we've gotten to the point in our lives where my brother comes home and says, "Kitty girl! I brought home a potentially cursed item!" Max: The key word is "potentially." Kat: The key word is "CURSED"!!

Maddox: Why do you have a safe filled with passports? Rishid: In case we have to flee the country. Maddox: This…is really illegal, holy shit. Marik: putting on a fake mustache Then, I guess it's time for Ricardio Montalbaum to take a Mediterranean vacation.

Ellie: Alister, are you doing okay? Alister: Why? Ellie: You asked if painkillers work on emotions?

Seto: Did you tell anyone that we're dating? Kat: Yes, Seto, I have no self control and told everyone we're dating. Seto: Okay, no need for sarcasm. Kat: No, seriously, I have no control and I told everyone we know we're dating.

Raphael: I'm a gentleman. gestures to Ellie She's a feminist. As soon as I walk her home, she insists on walking me home. Raphael: We can't stop. Raphael: It's been 39 days.

Iris: I'm in love with you. Alister: We called off the prank war at midnight last night, dork. Iris: I know. Alister: Alister: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool--

Ellie: Don't hurt me! I'm married! Gurimo: Do you really think I care? Ellie: Oh, no, you misunderstood. That was a warning. Raphael: kicks the door down

Seto: sitting at his desk with paper and some fancy pens Love is a weakness. It's an evolutionary mistake. Iris: You're literally making Kat a Valentines Day card right now. Seto: You're on thin fucking ice, McGinnis.

Meredith: sees Joey hurt Oh, you poor thing! Joey: woozy from blood loss Ey, don't bring my financial status into this.

Rishid: Maddox, would you do me a favor? Maddox: I would literally die for you, but go on.

Kat: Seto? Seto: Yeah? What is it? Kat: Kat: Would you still love me if I was a worm? Seto: Seto: What-- Seto: Alright, you're going to have to define some things for me. Kat: A-alright? Seto: Is this you yourself morphing into a worm like in that stupid Beetlejuice movie, or is this you becoming a normal earthworm with your still consciousness or is this just you being a worm? Kat: All three. Seto: Okay. In the two scenarios where you keep your consciousness, where you're a you sized worm versus a normal sized worm, yes I'd still love you. If you just became a worm, though, I'd put you in a terrarium or something so you can live out the rest of your worm days comfortably. Kat: emotional My brother said it was a good idea dating you for a reason! Bakura: Hey, what if I became a worm? Kat: You would be smashed--

Alister: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. Raphael: Let me guess; Iris said "I love you" and you said "Thanks"? Alister: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL--

Marik: Maddox, I keep telling you, I have no idea what this is about. Maddox: Oh, come off it, you know what you did. Marik: I've done a lot of things, Mads. I need to know which one you found out about!

Ellie: I'm so happy I could kiss you! Raphael: nervous laughter Neat. later Raphael: laying face down on his bed I can't believe I said "neat". Neat! Nobody says neat anymore! It's not neat to say neat, but I said it anyways! Valon: 'Ey, don't beat yourself up. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember wha' 'appened when Serenity kissed me? Alister: Alister: Didn't you say crikey? Valon: Valon: I said crikey.

Maddox: You know why you've never heard of a ghost haunting an apartment? Why there's never been an apartment ghost? Maddox: Cause I'll break this lease. Maddox: I don't care about this lease. I'm 24. Credit's not real to me yet. I'll move in today and move out today. I don't care. I own seven things, it'll take me forty three minutes. Maddox: I'll move back in with my Mom, she misses me.

Iris: Helpful grammar tip! Farther is for physical distance, further is for metaphorical distance and father is for emotional distance. Ellie: Ellie: deeply concerned Who hurt you? Iris: My father.

Everyone singing Happy Birthday to Seto Seto: It was a bit pitchy, but I'll let it slide. Iris: And you're a bit bitchy, but we never say anything out loud, because we're nice people. Seto: Seto: Fair enough.

Bakura: You can trust me. Let's not forget who broke you out of the hospital yesterday. Maddox: Let's not forget WHO SHOT ME!

Maddox: Were you and Iris kissing? Alister: What? N-no. Of course not! Raphael: Her lipstick's on your mouth. Alister: Alister: We happen to wear the same shade?

Raphael: eating something Raphael: Raphael: It's bananas. Ellie: setting this up to prank him, snickering proudly You hate bananas. Raphael: trying not to laugh Ellie. Raphael: I can't do bananas. You know I hate bananas. Ellie: still laughing I'm sorry. Raphael: smiling This was very low.

Iris: The last thing you want is to get on Alisters' bad side. Duke: There's a good side? Iris: Yes, and believe it or not, you're on it. Your tires aren't slashed, no dog turds in the mailbox and the nurses I work with don't think you have syphilis.

Kidnapper: on the phone Get me a hundred thousand in the next 24 hours if you want your little girlfriend back. Kat: in the background A HUNDRED TH-- YOU THINK I'M ONLY WORTH A HUNDRED THOUSAND!? Kidnapper: Kat: MAKE IT A BILLION! Seto: Kat, I swear to God--

Kat: My life was ruined the day I met Bakura. Bakura: For fucks sake, you asked me for help, darling, THAT'S ON YOU! Kat: I'm sorry, do you have the therapy stick?? Bakura: Bakura: No-- Kat: Then can it.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect oc quotes #yugioh ocs #ygo ocs #yugioh #friends ocs

[thelittlepalmtree]

I don't know how this is gonna come off but I'm really tired of the teacher and and just in general takes about what happened in Texas. Because at the end of the day something really fucking sad happened and I think it's fucking crazy that you would think that anything you have to say makes a single fucking difference. And I don't mean that to say that likeight that like people can't feel what they feel. But I'm on social media way more than I should be. And it just feels annoying when someone makes a video that's gonna have hundreds of thousands of views potentially potentially from the families of the victims. And they make some political argument about gun control which I'm pro gun control or about how rough it is to be in America and know that this could happen to you. It did happen to someone. Like I don't understand why you would think it's OK to share how much it's affecting you that somebody else's kid died.

Maybe it's because I've gone through a lot of things things that I shouldn't have to go through. Most recently my brother died at 24. And one of the things I hate the most about the fact that my brother died brother died other than the fact that my brother is dead. Is the fact that like random people that knew him will text me at 2 AM giving me some fucking words of wisdom as though they are offering me comfort and then I end up having to comfort them. And I feel like some of this is happening on a massive scale. Like at the end of the day this community this school and these families are the ones that are affected and I don't think it's appropriate to say anything other than I am incredibly sorry and this is incredibly sad. And to show support in other ways like giving although that is also problematic so just do your research.

And yes I agree that people should talk about gun control and yes I agree that this can be a call to action but it shouldn't be a call to action today. It's more than that. And I am a teacher and I am incredibly aware of the fact that this could happen to me. I am incredibly aware of the fact that our school has not done a lock down drill. I am incredibly aware of the fact that I typically know where the exits are in schools. I am incredibly aware of the fact that if we did have a Situation like this I would be potentially in charge of all of my kids lives and it's lives and one wrong move for me could get me or my students killed. That is not an easy thing to deal with and I don't think it's wrong to talk about that and I don't think it's wrong to talk about your experience as a teacher. I don't think it's wrong to try to relate to the situation and show empathy in the ways that you can. But I'm also so fucking tired of hearing people make these righteous outraged speeches about the situation. I'm so tired of hearing what you fucking think about something horrible that happened to someone else. Maybe we don't need to talk about this. Maybe we don't need righteous anger maybe we just need sadness and a little bit of compassion. Maybe talking about it is not the solution. And it's especially not the solution on fucking TikTok or Tumblr or Twitter or whatever social media. Where you're trying to get likes or views or sponsorships. I don't want to see a viral video about someone yelling about how this means we need gun control. Or hear someone say this is uniquely American one more time. It's not that what people are saying is wrong it's that the way that they're saying it lacks any compassion. I would so much rather see you crying and just feeling about this then to hear your speech about how you know better than everyone else what would have stopped this.

Can we stop being lawyers for like 5 seconds and just be people. Can we just offer our feelings offer our condolences?

[first-only]

Do you have any advice for somebody who wants to reveal the fact that they are problematic on their main, but is really scared to do so?

I want to just live my truth and not care anymore, but the thought of losing people who I thought were my friends, and the thought of receiving a lot of harassment, scares me a lot. It's not like I'm completely pure on my main, I mean my AO3 is literally filled with incest, but it is possible that a lot of people who follow me haven't caught on yet. I know I shouldn't care about anti's clout, but this is the only place where I actually get complements on my art (even if they're not that many) and it's hard to have to possibly say goodbye to those praises and interactions.

But I'm just tired. I have so much stuff I want to post, that I'm scared to. There's a big twincest Au I have, that I really want to draw and write for! But I've put it off for so long in fear of what people will think of me.

I know their opinions don't matter, and I do know a couple of my friends who are secretly just as problematic as me and wont leave. I just, I dunno, I'm scared, antis and current fandom scare me a lot

Sorry if this was a bit rambly

I dont really think the people who would harass and call you out are real friends. And honestly, i dont think their compliments really... matter? Like i understand that getting positive feedback on your art feels amazing, and im probably the minority in that, but honestly? I would rather get no response than compliments from people whose opinions dont matter to me, or i actively try to avoid seeing even a glimpse of their takes. How did that saying go.. dont take criticism from people who you wouldnt ask advice from?

As for being scared of negative attention, I just block liberally and either insta delete or troll-answer bait-y asks. I feel like the anti/harassment threat is.. a tiny bit overfeared by some people. Yes, of course some people get a lot of hate and bait but usually you get a few asks, block them, and never hear it again until you have to block someone else a month later and thats the last of it. Yes some people get a /lot/ of attention but they're usually popular or are targeted specifically by someone (often on personal accounts rather than just being internet randos to each other)

If you want to reveal that you dont buy into anti bullshit gently, i'd rec just reblogging a few anti-harassment posts. Then maybe a few of a ship thats on the edge of "problematic." Then maybe a popular think-about-it anti-purity culture post (gaud has one thats very well and gently put). I mean i guess thats the safest route to like.... serving it slowly and letting people jump ship at their level of comfort? I mean, personally i would just post them twins fucking and enjoy the idea of people outraging (with the finger on the block button lol) but if you're not comfortable with that, maybe a soft boil would be easier.

And please remember, anti side is /not/ the default. It's /not/ the majority. I would personally not even call it 'real' fandom, its just the like plato's allegory of the cave of fandom, where the normies (for lack of a better term) saw us having fun and decided to join but then try and trample on our culture.

If you post your art someone will like it. A lot of people will love it. There are many many of us freaks and fandom olds who would greatly enjoy to see you free of the mainstream idea of fandom and would love to follow you and have fun together. Even if you lose the antis you will gain the essentials and those bonds will be stronger and not hinge on not saying the 'wrong' word ever.

also like if you post that twincest tag me pls i love me some <3

#ask #tagging properly for once so maybe anon will have an easier time finding this on my mess of a blog #the good thing abt the internet is that you /can/ actually curate who interacts with you #theres no real need to delete blogs and hide away and gather clout #you can be out and proud and find your own people and just.. block the rest #of course not everyone can handle harassment coolheadedly but i do feel like if you realize that the person sending it has no real power #its easier to gain confidence and manage to ignore it

[emperorren]

I’m so glad you’re against what a lot of reylos are suggesting! How that person was harassed by so called ‘anti antis’ is disgusting and why I’m against the whole idea. It’s just shippers viewing people who can’t morally back a fictional character or ship as an attack on them as a person, and they need a reality check. the online screaming match was so embarrassing and I hope that employee feels okay. They didn’t even call shippers mean names or anything. people need to go outside

I have no idea what you’re talking about, tbh

#or maybe i do? #is this about that netflix tweet? #if so... i got real mad at them too lmao #listen i don't want anyone to be fired but I also think it's exceptionally dumb #for a brand account to spout handwringing nonsense about a fictional ship #when they represent a corporation that banks on people's addiction to binge-watching tv #and produces stuff like 13 reasons why which literally romanticizes suicide #and aside from this #i'm an og reylo #I've been hearing this shit since 2015 #it's 4 fucking years #and i'm fucking tired of hearing the word 'problematic' #in relation to shipping #when there's a shitton of content that caters to the male gaze that NOBODY would ever dream to scrutinize #in the same way what women like is scrutinized #so fuck them even if they only meant to jump on an imaginary bandwagon that has stopped being cool 2 years ago #if you talk like an anti you're anti as far as i'm concerned #anon #asks #fanwank #anti bs

[jjkyaoi]

hey, i've watched bbh's end of stream clip and he was absolutely right and i'm gonna explain why. first and foremost, he spoke about cc's being friends with problematic people and everyone taking it as they endorse their actions, and, like bbh said, just because you're friends with them doesn't mean you automatically support every shit thing they do. trust me, i've had friends who've done shitty things and i've had to speak to, just because you're friends with somebody who's a shitty person doesn't mean you're going to say they're not in the wrong, and it's very stupid for these people to be assuming that the cc's do when they don't know that- when they don't know them for sure. and then he spoke about the tommy situation, and he said that he's been going through a lot of mental stress due to everything that's been going on, and spoke about how he doesn't care about holding people accountable but there's a point where people need to just chill. and that's exactly how i feel about it. people forget that these cc's are actual people, who have feelings and are going to have emotional responses to things- and yes, i know that's crazy to believe /s- in favor of ruthlessly harming them in guise of "educating". and yes there's some people who do educate- who simply hold cc's accountable but also there's people who take it too far and don't fucking realize that they aren't talking to just a blank slate of a person, they're talking to a human fucking being who just happens to have a platform- a 17yr old kid. who isn't going to be perfect, who's going to make stupid jokes like this, and is going to be overwhelmed when, amongst the people who are trying to educate him, is genuinely nasty people telling him nasty things, because yes, i saw some horrible, horrible shit under #tommy neg. and that's not to say that tommy didn't do anything wrong, because he's hurt minorities with his schlatt jokes, and that's completely valid, but the point of this isn't to debate over that, the point of it is that some of y'all take it too fucking far. some of y'all don't take a second and realize that these are real people you're slamming and over analyzing their every word and twisting shit out of context, and tommy has a million eyes watching him- a huge platform of people who are there to view when he slips and messes up, and that's incredibly fucking stressful and people don't talk about that enough. cut the cc's some god damn slack if it's a genuine mistake that they can learn from- that they seem willing to learn from. please. because hearing bbh talking about how stressed this has made tommy hurts me, like actually. i didn't want any of this to affect him and it turns out it has and i'm just sort of tired of the people in this community who will take situations where a cc messes up and shout over the people who are trying to educate and cause genuine harm. fuck you lot. and to the minorities in this community , i'm sorry you have to deal with people like that- i'm sorry they're so loud and outweigh the help you're trying to provide. cc!bbh and tommy get behind me

#long post #discourse #mcyt #mcytblr #dream smp #tommyinnit #mcyters #badboyhalo

[askmrmischief]

Ho great Isr Mischief, I'm sending you this request becasue I dream to have a body like Cody Christian or Zac Efron. It's my deepest dream and I'd give anything to achieve this goal. Can you help me? cAn you do anything in your power to help with this request? I'm willing to do anything, even the most painfull ways or drakest one. I'm begging you. Please...

Trust me when I say, "I love the desperation in your voice." I can tell that you must be living a sad existence if you are so desperate to switch bodies, without even think through the wording of your request.

Both of these men are extremely attractive choices. They have aged to become strong sexy men. Their bodies have been shaped by hardwork, dedication, and torturing themselves with hours at the gym. And in terms of problematic celebrities, they are far from it.

So, you think you deserve to be in one of their bodies? How arrogant of you? You think your life is worthy enough of damming a good soul to a fate they did not deserve? You think out of all the people in the world you should be the first in line to receive the body of one of these sculpted men?

Don't worry, I'll do it. I do love mischief, after all. But the kind of audacity you have shown will not come without consequences.

These two men had to do a lot of work to get to where they are now. It took years for them to sculpt their bodies into the Greek statues you see now.

So, I don't get why you can't just work hard on your own body. Maybe it's genetic or you just don't have the opportunity, you might say. But, that's a fucking lame excuse. We both know it's your mindset. Your lazy and want the easy way out of your sad life.

So, here is what I will do:

You get hit with a wave that cause you to lose balance. As your vision come to, you are still blinded by a bright light, infront of your face. Smoke fills the room around you. Your heart races as you panic.

"CUT!!!" You hear coming from behind the light source. "Zack what going on buddy. Get your head in the game... Everyone! Where gonna take 30!" The lights dim revealing that you are some type of movie set.

The director comes to you, "Look, I know we've been working all day. Just this last scene and we'll be done for the day."

You just nod. "Yeah sure, I just must be tired," you say with a voice different from your own. You walk through the set feeling a sense of familiarity. You look down and see the new body your inhabiting. It's extremely skinny and weak feeling.

You make your way to the bathroom and all the theories are proven right, as you see the fresh face of a young Zack Efron.

You have been transported to 2006 as a 18 year old Zack Effron, filming his breakthrough role in High School Musical. Don't look upset, I fulfilled your wish. Now, you have a body exactly like Zack Efron's. Yeah, your considered a twink right now, but...

You have his genetics. You have the same opportunity, so now you can't use these two factors as a excuse. We both know the potential this body has to become a stud. So, don't blow it. Work hard like he had, too. Let's see how successful you are in following his foot steps. Let's see how worthy you truly are. I'll be keeping my on you "Zack Efron"

[rainguk]

perfect pitch | ksj

⁕ summary; your stand partner this year is, to put it simply, insufferable. with a rare sense of perfect pitch and a stunning face to boot, this boy's ego is absolutely off the charts... but you'd be lying if you said you didn't care about him anyway.

⁕ pairing; seokjin x reader

⁕ rating; pg-13

⁕ words; 3.9k

⁕ genre; crack, fluff - stand partners idiots to lovers (with a lil bit of enemies in there), high school au, orchestra au

⁕ warnings; swearing, threats but like nothing violent happens LOL, seokjin's sense of humor: there's like one mildly inappropriate joke (i'm sorry bach), super cliche rain scene i apologize

⁕ notes; this is based off of infuriatingly true events in my life because people with perfect pitch just LOVE flexing it like i'll drop my fork on the table and my friend's just like "oh wow that was a B flat" aaaaggghjsdjsdf anyways... i had a lot of fun writing this and i'm nearing the end of another longer fic i'm writing so please look forward to that :D hope you enjoy!!! + if you ever want me to tag you in my fics just let me know and i will <3 plus this is unedited and disgustingly cringy as it nears the end so read at your own risk

⁕ tags; @imdamconfused @sunghoonight-x @iminchaosnow

⁕ song; butter (bts)

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You’re teetering dangerously on the edge, a mere few seconds away from stabbing your stand partner in the eye with whatever you can use as a weapon.

“Hey, are you okay?” Seokjin cuts into your murderous thoughts, alarmed. “You look… truth be told, Y/N, you look like you want to kill someone.”

“If you don’t shut up about how flat my A is, that someone might just end up being you.”

“How romantic.”

Your bow slides off your violin with a cadence of squeaky notes. “Can you at least stop flirting with me while I’m trying to tune this thing?!”

He smiles, a bright, brilliant thing that shows off all his perfect teeth. You swallow, heart suddenly racing a thousand times faster; it’s no secret that Kim Seokjin is probably the biggest pain in the neck you’ve ever met, but it’s also true that he is insanely good-looking. And you’re not about to deny it.

“You like it, though.”

Well, shit.

“Not everyone’s head over heels in love with you,” you retort, trying desperately to throw him off your trail. You know what happens with popular kids like him; once it’s known that you have a soft spot for them, everyone pounces on you, bombarding you with questions and snide remarks and rumors.

Of course, it’s complicated — because how on earth could you want to rip off someone’s head and kiss them at the same time?

But you tell yourself that it’s only because he looks like that; not because he easily gets you to laugh like it’s nobody’s business, and certainly not because he looks out for you in the littlest ways; leaving his rosin out on the stand for you to use and lending you a pencil when you need one.

Kim Seokjin is an insufferable little shit, yes. But he’s a friendly insufferable little shit. And you would honestly be so down to hang out with him and get to know him better, save for one little thing that’s been getting in your way.

His perfect fucking pitch.

Being stand partners with someone naturally gifted with such a sense is both a blessing and a curse. Countless times, Seokjin has saved your ass from being questioned by Mrs. Choi by letting you know silently that you’re a little too sharp, or playing in the wrong key entirely. (That last one has happened before.) Sometimes you can’t hear Namjoon, the principal violinist, too well from where you’re seated, so you’ve relied on Seokjin on many occasions to tune your strings correctly.

However, it irks you equally as much when he uses it against you, stopping you mid-piece to let you know that your C# sounds more like a D to him. No one’s perfect, and certainly not you — but you try, and to be shot down every single time by someone who thinks it’s absolutely funny to watch you repeatedly attempt to fix your pitch issues is purely exhausting.

“Hey, Y/N—”

“What?” you demand, sighing as you turn to him.

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“No—”

“Why did Bach have twenty children?”

Your eyes widen in horror. “Oh my god—”

He continues anyway, ignoring your plea with that mischievous grin, “Because he had no organ stops!”

Seokjin is trying his best not to laugh at his own joke, shoulders shaking at the punch line. You can’t help it yourself, a giggle bursting out of your own chest as you cover your mouth.

“That was horrendous,” you tell him once you catch your breath again. “Absolutely terrible.”

“Oh, worry not,” he proclaims, smiling widely, “I can do far better.”

“Wait, no—”

“What tone does a piano falling down a mineshaft make?”

You furrow your brows, thinking. “I don’t know,” you shake your head after a few seconds. “What is it?”

“A flat minor.”

Your jaw drops open as you process it, and Seokjin just watches you in amusement. “You should be banned from making these kinds of jokes,” you tell him. “Seriously.”

“Admit it, I’m hilarious,” he counters. “I made you laugh, didn’t I?”

He did, you’ve got to acknowledge. He always does, in some way, now that you think about it. Whenever you end up coming to rehearsal in a bad mood, it’s always because of Seokjin that you leave the auditorium with a smile on your face.

The realization startles you like nothing else — you hadn’t known before that he played such a role in your daily life.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” he starts again, “We have a concert tonight.”

“Yeah…” You turn to him, eyebrow raised. “You forgot about the biggest performance of the year?”

Seokjin nods, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “Yeah. My bad. You’re coming, right?”

“Duh,” you reply, fishing a block of rosin out of your case. “It’s almost half of my grade; no way I can skip. Besides, I like performing.”

“You do?”

“What are you so surprised for?” you ask him playfully. “I do enjoy it. I might not be good — not as good as you — but I like it. I like playing together with everyone, being able to hear every other part fit in with mine perfectly.” You frown. “Now if you asked me to play solo, I wouldn’t do it for anything in the world. Ensemble performances are far better.”

“You’re good,” Seokjin says quietly, looking at you — it’s like he’s taking you in, letting his eyes linger on you for a little while longer. “Don’t think that you’re not. You sound nice, Y/N.”

You hold his gaze for several breathless seconds before scoffing, turning away. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not!”

“I don’t need empty compliments fr—”

Your bickering is cut short by Mrs. Choi walking onstage, a stack of sheet music in her hand which is promptly handed to Namjoon for him to distribute to the entire orchestra. You don’t offer your usual smile when he gives you two, and it’s with an impassive expression that you hand the extra to your stand partner.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Maybe you’ve made it more awkward between you two — but what else could have happened? Had you been hoping he’d magically fall in love with you and kiss you and you would have gone on dates?

No, of course not. This is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about; and besides, no matter how much you manage to soften up to him one moment, he’ll immediately make you want to murder him the next.

“Hey, Y/N… um — your D is just, you know, a little bit sharp—”

“Kim Seokjin, I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You, my dear, are just overcomplicating this for yourself,” Taehyung declares after listening to you rant about your problematic stand partner over lunch. “What’s the issue? You like him — don’t you shake your head at me, Y/N, you’re as obvious as an open book — and he clearly likes you. Why don’t you just date him?”

“It’s not that simple,” you grumble, brutally stabbing another piece of chicken. “I can’t just walk up to him and ask him out, Tae. Plus, he doesn’t like me, he just likes flirting with everyone he lays his eyes on.”

“From what you’re telling me, it sure does sound like it.”

“Taehyung…”

“Come on, you can’t possibly be that clueless, Y/N.”

“No,” you insist. “He’s a pain in the ass, and he enjoys getting a rise out of me, and he flexes that dumb pitch power of his whenever he can.”

“But you like him...”

“You’re not helping!”

This is where Jimin decides to intervene, tired of your back and forth arguing. “She has a point, Tae. But,” he says to you. “He’s also right. You need to take some kind of action.”

“Yeah, but what?”

Taehyung claps his hands, a telltale sign of a new idea. “Flirt back!”

“Okay, absolutely not—”

Jimin grabs you suddenly, shaking your shoulders. “Wait, think about it!” he exclaims, eyes wide. “It can work! That way you can see if he actually does like you, and you won’t publicly embarrass yourself by confessing to him, either!”

“On second thought, I’d have preferred to see the public embarrassment—”

“Shut up, Tae, you’re just making her feel worse!”

That makes you laugh; contrary to Jimin’s statement, your best friends certainly have succeeded in making you feel just a little bit better.

“Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual,” you tease. “Maybe I owe him a dose, actually, because I’ve seen firsthand a particularly painful confession back in n—”

“Y/N! Don’t you dare bring that up!”

Amidst the chaos of Taehyung screeching while trying to attack you with a spoon and Jimin holding him back, someone taps on your shoulder lightly; a momentary distraction from this madness, if you will.

“Oh. You,” you respond when greeted with the gently smiling face of Kim Seokjin. “Did you need anything?”

“Nah,” he shrugs, instead showing you his closed fist. “Wanted to give you something.”

“If it’s another one of my strings that you’ve borrowed and also broken, then you can keep it, thanks.”

Seokjin shakes his head, chuckling. “Not that, Y/N. I always throw out the strings I break; don’t worry. I just thought you should have this.”

With that, he places a small wooden box on your lunch bag — at a closer look, you realize it’s a block of rosin. Brand new, too, by the looks of it — when you take off the bright blue lid, there are no scratches on the surface, no sign of wear and tear.

“For me?” You look at him, surprised to be met with a rather fond gaze you’re not used to. “Why?”

“Noticed the one you had was basically falling apart,” he says nonchalantly, attempting to mask the slight tremble in his voice and the blush on his cheeks. “I mean, come on — how are you gonna keep your bow in good shape with those tiny chunks of this stuff?”

“Oh,” is all you can reply, staring at the gleaming black cube in your hand. “I — thanks, I guess.”

“No problem.” He’s back to his bright, grinning self again, all self-confidence and smug smiles. “See you tomorrow,” he tells you, before waving to your friends. “Have a nice lunch, guys.”

It takes Jimin and Taehyung precisely fourteen seconds after Seokjin leaves for his own table to lose their shit.

“Was he looking out for you?”

“Did he actually just give you a new block of rosin?!”

“And you still don’t wanna date this guy?”

“You guys are violinists! Gifting each other supplies is basically your love language!”

You fidget with the rosin, smoothing your thumb over the lid. “No, that’s just how he is,” you defend. “He always lends me rosin when I need it.”

“And you always lend him extra strings,” Taehyung says, a teasing smile on his face. They’re kind of right, you realize when you think about it. Never has Seokjin actually given you a block to keep, and though you might be overestimating the significance of the gesture, it makes your heart flutter nonetheless.

“Okay, anyways,” Jimin changes the topic, “How are we feeling about tonight’s concert?”

“I think we’re in good shape,” you tell him. “We’ve got everything under control — Mrs. Choi was afraid the cellos would screw up their solo section, but they managed to pull it together today and they sounded great.”

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same,” Taehyung sighs. “Not when the tenors keep screwing up their long note—”

“That wasn’t me! That was Jeon Jungkook!”

“Yeah, sure—”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Come on, we are not arguing about this right now. I’m sure you guys will sound fine, you always do. Plus, Jeon has a really sweet voice.”

“I guess so,” Taehyung shrugs. “But I think the highlight of tonight is going to be Y/N getting to see her guy all dressed up,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No!” You exclaim a little too quickly, cheeks red. “Why would you say something like that?!”

“Because you’re whipped for him—”

“I am most certainly not—”

Jimin laughs out loud, almost toppling off of his chair. “You know, Y/N, we might have believed you if you weren’t redder than a fucking tomato right now—”

“PARK JIMIN! NOT YOU TOO!”

As luck would have it, you’re a solid ten minutes late.

Call time was at six o’clock, and here you are; slamming the car door shut as you wave a hasty goodbye to your father and run to the main entrance, all the while trying not to get drenched in the rain.

(Your folder and the music inside it are probably already soaked, but that’s an issue for another time.)

You hurry down the stairs, pushing the double doors open with a quick apology to Mrs. Choi, who gives you a stern look but says nothing else. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as you slide into your seat, already unlatching your case.

“You’re late.”

You twist your neck to give your stand partner a blank stare. “I’m aware.”

“You look really nice,” he blurts out next, blinking faster than usual.

“Thanks?” You try and laugh it off, fastening your shoulder rest to the back of your violin. You’re not wearing anything fancy, just a flowy black dress with your hair tied back, but his remark renders you speechless for a split second “So do you.”

You manage to compliment him nonchalantly, but your heart is beating twice as fast, eyes admiring his parted, fluffy hair, the white dress shirt impeccable on his figure. And his lips…

Shit. You really are down bad, but you don’t have time to dwell on it — Mrs. Choi is starting the last piece already, and you’re scrambling to have your instrument ready by the time the first violins start with their little intro.

Seokjin laughs at you quietly, but inhales sharply when you start to rosin your bow hair. “You kept it,” he says softly, nodding at the block in your hands.

“Yeah,” you swallow, suddenly self-conscious. “I did.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

“I’m not that ungrateful,” you wrinkle your nose at him. “Of course I kept it, Seokjin.”

“Jin.”

“Huh?”

“Jin,” he repeats, flicking a strand of chestnut hair away from his eyes. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“Since when am I your friend?”

“Would you rather not be?”

“Would you rather be?”

Seokjin — Jin, rather — frowns down at you. “Stop asking questions to my questions!”

“You did it first!” you exclaim, laughing. “Hypocrite! Answer mine, then!”

He looks at you for a long moment, like he’s taking his sweet time choosing the right words to say to you. “Since now,” he decides finally, firmly. “You are now. I want you to be mine. My friend,” he clarifies, turning deep red as he says it.

“I thought you hated me,” you muse. “And I was pretty sure you thought I was the lamest kid ever because I couldn’t play a single thing right.”

“Of course not,” Jin shakes his head vehemently. “You’re cool, Y/N. A little tone deaf, but cool.”

“Take that back!”

“I’m sorry, it’s the truth,” he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.

You send him your best glare, but contrary to your facial expression, it’s nice to laugh with him like this. You’ve been so caught up with telling yourself that you shouldn’t be feeling anything but annoyance when you’re around him that you ignored your blossoming feelings, and now they’ve fully bloomed, leaving no room for that initial irritation you so often experienced.

Friends. It’s not what you most want, but it’s something. You could get used to that.

The concert goes smoothly, and the choir performances were absolutely delightful to watch — but your father is late, again, which means you’re stuck waiting for him out in the rain that hasn’t let up for hours.

You’re about to call him for the fifth time in ten minutes when you hear a set of heavy footsteps behind you, running up the stairway. “Y/N!”

“Jin?” you ask, surprised by the boy making his way toward you, brown hair completely soaked. “What are you doing out here?”

“I lied,” he says breathlessly, like he’s in a rush, and if he doesn’t tell you now, he might never be able to. “I’m sorry, I — I lied, Y/N. I don’t want you to be my friend — God, I don’t think I could live with that. I want you to be more.”

“Jin—”

“I just,” he exhales forcefully, “I want to be able to take you out and hold your hand and hug you and kiss you—”

When your mind finally clears up, you don’t let him finish his sentence, instead grabbing his collar and yanking him down so you can press your lips to his in one swift motion. A quiet gasp leaves his mouth, but he quickly adjusts to the situation, hands dropping his violin so he can gently cradle your face, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. It’s all happening so fast that you barely even have time to think, to properly take it all in.

His lips are cold due to the nasty weather, and you’re both sopping wet — and this is most definitely the worst setting for this to have happened, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“That,” Jin breathes when you finally let him go, pupils dilated, “that was—”

“My first,” you finish. Your prior courage all gone, you’re a bit nervous now, too embarrassed by your bold move to even meet his eyes. What were you thinking? “I-I’m sorry...”

“Sorry?” Jin asks, confused. “Why are you sorry?”

“You know, because… of that.” You can barely speak up, cheeks burning. “I-I don’t know why I did that. Is this — is this a prank or something? Did you plan this? Was I just supposed to laugh it off and threaten to take your eye out with my bow instead?”

“No, no, no,” he shakes his head, laughing. “Can’t you tell, Y/N?” He lowers his voice to a gentle whisper. “I like you, you idiot. Ever since you waltzed into the auditorium sophomore year and nearly broke your violin falling down the stairs, I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You… you like me?” you ask incredulously, jabbing an accusatory finger at his chest. “Like, for real? You’re not just pulling my leg like you usually love to do?”

“I meant what I said, Y/N,” he tells you softly, fingers intertwined with yours. His voice is genuine, soothing. “I want to do all those things with you, if you’ll let me.”

It takes you a while to reply, but when you do, your heart is pounding so loudly in your chest that you can barely hear yourself. “A-And if I said yes?”

A wide grin breaks out onto Jin’s face as he pulls you into a hug, both your instruments forgotten on the pavement and your head resting on his chest as he holds you close. A few days ago, you would have thought yourself a fool for even thinking that a day like this would ever come; yet here you are, all those daydreams come true.

It’s all so new to you, and you’ll most likely screw up along the way — multiple times. But hand in hand with Jin and his vexing ability to pick out a B from a B flat, things aren’t looking so bad.

You’ll work it out.

Hanging out with your friends is always a chaotic (but fun) occurrence — but when you add your boyfriend’s buddies into the mix, it all goes down to shit.

Actually, it’s all his fault, if you really think about it. Why on earth did he think challenging Taehyung to a baking competition was even remotely close to being a good idea?

“That’s so not fucking fair!” the aforementioned best friend cries, angrily shaking a spatula at a playfully grinning Jung Hoseok. “You can’t just hide the bag of flour! I fucking forgot to put it in!”

“Nothing we can do about it now, Tae,” Jimin sighs, massaging his forehead as the three of you stare at the burnt, soupy mass your team has created. “We fucking lost, that’s it.”

“So,” Jin smirks mischievously, nudging your elbow. “I guess Hoseok and I win this one, yeah?”

“Shut up,” you shove him back, though you’re grinning; a plate with a slice of his impeccably made cake in your hands and a fork lifted to your lips. “You’re good at this and you know it. I knew from the start that you were just trying to fuck around with Tae.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Your evil, demonic, deceptive, satanic boyfriend—”

“Nice vocabulary,” Hoseok comments without looking up, and you’re sure he’s on your best friend’s hit list at this point.

“Well — anyways, he’s out to get me,” Taehyung continues, frowning. “I feel attacked.”

“Yeah, okay, keep saying that several years from now when you’re sitting in a church and Y/N’s walking down the aisle,” Jimin says nonchalantly, causing you to choke on your cake in complete shock.

“What the heck — we’re literally eighteen! You can’t — you can’t just say things like that!” you exclaim indignantly, fork clattering against your empty plate. Jin grins widely all of a sudden, tapping your shoulder all of a sudden.

“Jagi.”

“Hmm?” You turn to him, momentarily forgetting how flustered Jimin’s comment made you feel.

“That was a really nice C# just now…”

Your mouth drops open as you gape at your boyfriend; part of you wants to cry and part of you wants to laugh. You knew when you agreed to make it official that somewhere along the line, you’d have to deal with these kinds of things, but now that it’s actually happening…

You turn to Jimin, patience already running thin from Jin’s antics (actually, you secretly love it, though you’ll never admit it to his face.)

“And you have the audacity to suggest that I’ll actually get married to this man?”

“Y/N? Honey, wake up. I… I just realized something.”

“Oh — Jin? What is it? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s good. You know, I was thinking about it, and I realized that...” Your husband bites down on his lip hesitantly, glancing down at the baby sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“Yeah?” you press, curious.

“When Aera cries — you know, when she’s screaming at the top of her lungs,” he smiles fondly. “It’s always — she always cries in either F# or C#. It’s,” he looks like he’s nearing tears, “the D major key. Y/N, she literally cries in D major. I’m—”

You sigh, smiling amusedly to yourself as you snuggle up to him for extra warmth, holding your baby close. Leave it to none other than Kim Seokjin to analyze his daughter’s pitch — isn’t that part of the reason why you fell in love with him, anyway?

Life with Jin is many things — a chaotic mess that includes the constantly screaming light of your lives, three pandemoniac best friends, and far too many notes for you to keep track of. And though sometimes you want to chuck a blue-lidded block of rosin at his head to shut him up, you’re more than ready for it all.

— feedback/questions/just wanna chat?

thank you for reading perfect pitch! ♡

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[bakubub]

Haikyu!! boys teaching you how to play volleyball?

Prompt: How would the Haikyu boys react to you, their s/o, asking him to teach you how to play their beloved sport...

A/N: Sooo this ended up becoming angst. Idk how it happened, it just did. To be fair, it is Atsumu and we all know he's a tad problematic... (but unfairly sexc-)

Warnings: Like 1 swear and implied questioning of self-worth. Also hella toxic~ enjoy lovlies,,

You ask him to teach you to get a better understanding of a sport that was clearly so much more than a hobby to him

But along the way you face a confronting truth

This would create a bit of a rift between you two

With Atsumu, he seems to not care when he's rude to others but cares deeply when people are inconsiderate of his own feelings

The boy is used to getting what he wants, and when you can't play up to his standards... Well, have I got some angst for you

Jumping as high as I can and swinging blindly, I miss abysmally.

Putting my non-existent stamina and poor form aside, my arm is so weak that even if it did miraculously hit the ball, there is no way it would make it over the net. Besides, I'm now too distracted on not slamming into the said net after Atsumu almost ripped out his bleached hair because of the foul I pulled a few hundred "let's try that again"s ago.

I sigh and look at him tentatively, waiting for the brutal criticism. "Form, jump, power." He barked, clearly not bothering to even explain the pointers he gave countless times already over the past hour and a half.

I narrow my eyes as I throw the ball at him, running into the spike just like he showed me, as he sets the ball to me with impeccable form and accuracy which I somehow manage to completely miss.

Again.

He sighs exaggeratedly as he runs his hands over his face and rests them on top of his head, looking at me with a pissed expression. "Is there something wrong here? I taught you all of the rules, gave you the pointers, and even shared my own tips, so why is it that you can't even hit one of my sets?"

I raise my eyebrows as his exasperated tone creates a kind of buzzing in my ear that can only be described as red hot anger. I calm myself down before I said something of equal (if not more) hostility, "I'm sorry, I'm just really tired. Can't we call it a day?" I ask, my tone the perfect amount of sweet and innocent, as if unaware of his annoyance.

"Not until you spike my set, which is perfectly hittable, mind you," he mumbles the last part, but I have no difficulty hearing it. Reigning in my glare so as to not trigger a full-blown argument, I pick up the ball, ignore the voice in my head that tells me to throw it onto his face, and act as if I received it yet again. Watching him set the ball, I run up and jump like he taught me, swinging my arm and body slam straight into the net.

Damn, forgot about the net.

"I can't believe you managed to fuck up a spike that badly again! I don't get how you could be this bad when I just taught you everything you need to know! An inexperienced player half the height of yours would have been able to hit that with no problem, can't you even graze the ball?!" Atsumu says aggressively, literally exploding into a fit of anger.

This time unable to hide the glare off my face I find myself unwilling to control my tongue, "I've been training for 2 hours Atsumu. I'm not your teammate, I'm your partner. This isn't some nationals match, it was just meant to be a date idea."

Hearing the venom on my tongue dripping with each word, he matches my glare, "either way, you suck. Maybe you should stick to things you're actually good at, and stop wasting my time."

Not seeing a single ounce of regret or hesitation in those dark eyes, my eyes burn as I say my last line, refusing to let my sadness show. "Thank you for portraying exactly how you hit and miss a relationship. Calm the fuck down and don't ever talk to me again."

Slinging my bag on over my shoulder, I begin to walk off, blinking back my traitorous tears as I plan to take a bus back home since there was no way in hell I was riding in the car with that asshole. I get it, he expects a certain standard of skill from his teammates, but it is completely unfair of him to expect that of me. Especially when I don't even have a background in any sport, let alone volleyball.

I should not have asked him to teach me how to play. If I hadn't, then we'd still be together- No. I shouldn't have to step around eggshells just to hide behind the fact that I clearly do not live up to his unrealistic expectations.

Fuck him and his volleyball.

A/N: The comparison between this and the Kags one is making me LAUGHH- my mood really affects the way I interpret a prompt...

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

BTW: I wrote this by referencing countless character analysis posts on Reddit so shout out to everyone who contributed to this page https://www.reddit.com/r/haikyuu/comments/8dvliu/character_analysis_3_miya_atsumu/

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[regiqoa]

2, 5, 9 and 12 for the recent ask game, please! I wanna hear your concerns about any F/O you want to talk about! Happy Easter!!

Dude, THANK YOU. I choose my Champion Leon and fuck it, I'm going all out here.

2) On what do you disagree with other fans of your f/o?

First off: STOP CALLING HIM A HIMBO! Being bad with directions does not make a person devoid of or even defines one's intelligence, for crying out loud! Leon is an incredibly well-rounded and well-developed character and I find it so annoying how the fandom just reduces his entire character to just being bad with directions because they WANT him to be a himbo. I mean, never mind the fact that he's an adored Champion of a region, an amazing big brother to his little brother Hop, how he keeps showing up during your journey whenever an impediment or interruption occurs so you can continue your Gym Challenge without any inconveniences and he deals with the problem like the peace-keeping Champion he is, how he's a very talented battler and a showman AND is shown to be very smart and observant! Here is an incomplete list of times Leon was smart/intelligent:

He is observant enough to tell how much Hop has grown since the last time they saw each other.

He stayed Champion for 10 years. In other words, he learns from every battle he's been in just from pure observation and calculated thinking.

He literally raised Hop, by himself.

This might be just me but I think this "no sense of direction" thing Leon got going on is implied to be an act to amuse Hop (at least in the games only). I mean, Leon had no trouble finding Hop and the player in Slumbering Weald at the beginning of the game.

Second off: He's cisgender and it's canon. Evidence: He has a shirtless scene in the anime (in which not only is his chest very masculine and built but there's also no top surgery scars) and he is seen as a child several times (in which he's not a girl or referred to as one).

In other words, STOP SAYING THAT HE'S TRANS!!! This is going to blow y'all's minds but cis men can have bulging chests, too! Jesus fucking Christ, just stop, it's gross and it's fetishisation at its finest.

5) What’s the dumbest thing you’ve heard about your f/o, either on the internet or irl?

Hoo boy... Two things in one, and they're both about his Sygna Suit in Pokemon Masters: Not only that it makes him gay JUST BECAUSE of how much skin it shows (so much for "clothes don't define one's sexuality, let alone gender", am I right?) but also that he "finally learned to dress himself because of how amazing it (the Sygna Suit) is". Like... Can you guys MAYBE function in this fandom without infantilising Leon and act like he can't dress himself like he's a child and not like the grown-ass adult that he is? That's fucking CREEPY AND GROSS.

9) Do you distance yourself from other fans of your f/o or their source?

Not always, but I gotta tread very lightly in this fandom as to not only stay away from all the stuff I mentioned above but also from the RaiLeon/TrueRivalShipping shippers that just dON'T TAG THEIR FUCKING SHIT.

12) Aren’t you tired of being nice? This is an excuse to rant.

*Insert the Grinch's evil smile here* Hee hee hee hee hee hee, time to be BRUTALLY HONEST~

The amount of hypocrisy in this fandom, especially regarding Leon, is AS-TOUN-DING. It's like-

Y'all: Clothes don't define a person's gender or their sexuality! Stereotypes shouldn't be used to judge somebody's sexuality or their gender, that's problematic! What one wears and how one talks says nothing about who they are! People are diverse!

Also y'all: lol there's nothing heterosexual or cisgender about that sygna suit leon is gay and trans sorry i don't make the rules uwu

You are basically digging y'all's graves. When that comes back to bite y'all in the butt, don't come saying I didn't warn you, 'k? And I highly doubt y'all portray Leon as trans for "representation" because if y'a'll TRULY cared about canon trans characters, you'd bring light to characters that are ACTUALLY trans, not turn a canon cis character into one. Furthermore, the overwhelming majority of fanart coming from artists who headcanon Leon as transsexual is him being portrayed with those monster-sized tits and it's fucking fetishising, gross and just atrocious.

Most RaiLeon/TrueRivalShipping shippers are low-key racist and it shows in their works: more often than not, Raihan is portrayed as this violent and feral black man who has a fetish for subduing and seeing Leon suffer and considering the bigoted stereotype that black people are violent... Yeah.

Oh, and there's also the part of this fandom who love calling Leon a slutty manwhore because of his Sygna Suit, too, and the double standards are SHOWING. I'm telling you this fandom would NEVER dare to say the same thing about a female character. Pretty sure it would be treated as a sin worst than lust itself.

I rest my case.

RAILEON SHIPPERS AND SJWS DNI

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[briarthorne]

Imma just give crack ships from Blueberries that I cooked up:

Ezra X Willow

Crusher V X Willow

Crusher V X Cids

Crusher V X Blith

Kurasha X Ezra X Willow

Kurasha X Ezra X Pickle

Cids X Crusher V X Darington

I'm honestly just listing down random ship lol

Alright...

Let me put on my Gordon Ramsay hat and say all of these are as cracked as the eggs that your dad dropped.

Ezra x Willow

Where the heck did you get that?

That will be a very problematic ship because Stripes will do anything to protect Ezra if he were to be his s.o. He'll even beg him to stay on Earth with him or go to space with him. He's going to die protecting Ezra.

No, really.

Willow's going to die.

Crusher V x Willow

Hm. No. Actually, yes. Both have been in abusive relationships, both have grown up in a toxic environment, both have adopted siblings. Willow will protect Crusher from anything that comes in their way and he will love Crusher however he can.

I also bet that Eli will somehow adopt Stripes after hearing all the crap he went through.

Crusher V x Cids

Alright! Honestly, why is this ship so popular?

It's so popular that Gia and I established an official ship name lmao.

Space Dinos

XD

Anyway, both boys are naive and caring and just overall big teddy bears. They will protect each other, they will love each other, they will do anything for each other. Except for murder, maybe. Zeg won't like murder.

Crusher V X Blithe

Bruh, do you want him to suffer?

Crusher is soft. Too soft. He'll break in Blithe's grasp and it'll be a toxic relationship he can't get out of.

Well, unless Blithe gets tired of Crusher and moves on to someone else.

But like... Blithe isn't that bad. He won't let anyone touch Crusher unless it's him and he'll gladly murder anyone for Crusher; Prider, Dynama, Calvin, Dominion, Krisha... Honestly, anyone. Fuck the law. He is the law.

He's not going to be soft but he's not going to be idle to those who hurt Crusher either.

Kurasha X Ezra X Willow

This is interesting.

Kurasha will most likely be Willow's brain cell and say, "he isn't going to die," and will regret those words when he heard Ezra died.

Lmao

Anyway, putting Ezra in between these two will just... Make him idle. Like, literally. He'll just... Be stuck in between pillows with Kurasha and Willow guarding him with all their might, never letting danger pass their borders and keep Ezra safe.

However, Kurasha is a bit more lenient and he will let Ezra do as he wishes and steal and fight.

Willow, though... He'll just tail around Ezra and try to prevent his stealing habits as much as possible. That's going to be a problem because it'll lead to fights ._.

Kurasha X Ezra X Pickle

Damn this.

Kurasha's going to die.

Pickle is actually very horny and he'll influence Ezra very much... So uh...

RIP Izumi Kurasha

Anyway, Pickle is the innocent aura that Ezra needs, and Kurasha will be the peace that will balance out Pickle's energy. It's like having a mellow cat and energetic puppy as pets.

Ezra might need a leash for both of them.

Oh, and since Pickle and Kurasha were best friends before, they might seem to have a closer bond and leave Ezra out, but they'll make sure to give Ezra as much attention as they can.

Hm.

Actually, a Pickle x Ezra sounds nice .^.

Cids X Crusher V X Darington

YES.

I WANT THIS.

Actually, if the story was set on my world first, this might probably be the first ship I'll beg Gia to consider.

Cids is Darington's canon soulmate in my AU and adding Crusher into the mix, might just be more than a perfect ship! MY BABIES, I LOVE YOU. NO OBJECTIONS. THIS IS PRECIOUS. ON AN ALTAR. YES.

I mean, from all of you guys, this might be the perfect option if we ever want a fluff-filled blueberry story instead of an action one.

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