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msfantasy-comics · 7 months

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The Opposites Attract

Dick Grayson x Reader

Summary: A Head Cannon on which Dick Grayson and Y/n oppose each other yet remain wholly compatible.

Warning: Y/n is depicted as angsty and a little feral.

Masterlist - Tip Jar

Opposites attract they say.

Yet Dick and Y/n are such polar opposites surely their difference outweigh each other.

Despite it all, the two love birds gravitate each other due to their completing differences.

Extrovert vs. Introvert

Dick is insanely outgoing and is recharged by socialising. His perfect setting is in a crowded rowdy rooms where the conversation moves like wildfire. Wild and Abrupt.

Y/n on the other hand, prefers a quite space with one-on-one conversations.

In typical extraverted fashion. Dick adopts the introverted Y/n and encourages her to step outside her comfort zone and talk to others.

But it’s just not in her nature.

How the hell are you meant to jump into a conversation?

How are you meant to have a say on a topic when three other people are talking over each other to get their 2 cents in?

You gave up almost immediately and retreated back to your safe corner always from the shoulder bashing and elbow jabbing walk way.

Dick was initially disappointed to see you give up so quickly until he noticed that you were carrying on your socialising in your own way.

You sat silently as strangers poured their heart out to you.

Silently nodding and humming in agreement every now and then before the person sighed, thanked you for listening and walked off.

Dick really admires that about you.

Dick: “Need some company.”

Y/n: “Only if you bring me the good vibes.”

Optimist vs. Pessimist

Dick is a buzzing bundle of bountiful energy.

Dick is never short on absurdly positive outcomes despite all odds indicating otherwise.

Why live in a delusional state? You know the realities of life.

And the reality is that life can be shit and it doesn’t turn out well for everyone no matter how much they try or desperately scramble to achieve their hopes.

Hope is pointless.

There is just something obnoxiously wonderful about Dick.

How is it that your boy wonder lights a flame in you that fills you with certainty that all will be right as long as he is here?

You greatly admire how infectious Dicks positivity can be.

Y/n: “Why keep sending them to Arkham only to escape and ruin lives? Might as well just put an end to their burdensome presence.”

Dick: “Oh honey nooooo. Everyone deserves a chance at redemption. Snuffing out the life of a person doesn’t solve the root of the issue.”

Y/n: “Who cares! Nothing matters in the end anyway, we will all die and become obsolete. Only to let the next generation bitch and moan about the inequality of it all.”

Dick: “Ah, my precious little sunshine can be such a downer, yes you can.”

*Condescendingly pinches cheeks*

Secretive vs. Open

Dick just wants the best of both worlds.

To be the figure head for heroism, hope, peace and safety, without an of the consequences of having your image publicly known.

Dick would never want to endanger the lives of those around him due to his passions in crime fighting.

Therefore, he must maintain the secrecy of the bat and the mask.

You, however, don’t understand how or why your boy wonder hides his true identity.

It’s not like Dick Grayson is an every day normal civilian.

He’s a fricken heir to Gotham wealthiest philanthropist.

It’s not like he doesn’t have any privacy on either alter egos.

But the Bats secret is not your own to share.

So instead you live freely by your own rules.

You admit your identities and aren’t afraid to show the public your true self.

You honestly couldn’t care less about public perception.

Dick, admires your unapologetic lifestyle.

Aggressive Random: “You shouldn’t -“

Y/n: “Piss Off- no one asked you.”

Dick: “Ah sweetie… maybe you should listen to what they have to say.”

Y/n: “I couldn’t give a rats!”

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vixensbrainrotts · 4 months

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Made of Yarn and Butterflies - Mitsuya Takashi

Content: Fluff

Tropes: Shy, younger reader

Summary: maybe you've had your timid eye on him for a while now...

Vixen's two cents: based off of very real first knitting experiences. seriously don't start with Mohair its a nightmare. anyway, I'm so happy to finally be writing for Mitsuya, I can't believe I haven't yet cause he's one of my fav's frrr. Yeah, also thanks so much to @anahryal for proofreading for me! also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! now enjoy!

“Do you knit?” The stranger asks, breaking the nearly unbearable silence between you two. Well, he's not a stranger- he’s your girl-bests friend’s brother’s best friend, and since the two Shiba siblings were bickering about who-knows-what upstairs, they had left the two of you unattended.

You blink instead of answering the question, taking a moment to collect yourself from the daze he had snapped you out of. Slowly, the words materialized in your head, and the question he asked finally arrived in your brain.

Your brows furrow a little, and your head tilts to the side, confused. “Yeah, how did you know?” Your voice feels foreign to yourself when you hear it back, and you want to dig a hole and jump right into the depths because of the way he smiles at you.

He looks down at your hands, reaching across the table and looking into your eyes “May I?” You’re not sure what he’s asking for but you nod your head yes, and in response he takes both your hands in his.

His hands are warm and firm as they hold yours, and when he runs his thumbs over the sides of your fingers, your head spins a little. “Those marks on your index are a dead giveaway.” You look down to see what he’s talking about, and you want to pull your hands back when you realize he’s talking about the hearing blisters that sit on the sides of your pointer fingers.

In response, his grip on your hands tighten a little, and he looks up at you and smiles again. “Don’t. I understand how they came to be and I respect it. I can’t knit even if I tried my hardest, and believe me, I have.” you feel your face get warm as his rough hands cradle your own, and you look down to see where they meet.

It's silent again for a few moments, but it's not uncomfortable. This time he waits patiently for you to answer and you could thank the gods for him being so unbothered by your coy manner.

"What did you try to knit?" you asked, still not looking into his eyes, but you could tell that he was smiling at you again. "Ah, well, I thought that something with repetitive patterns would be easy, so I started with a sweater."

Your brows furrowed and you glanced up to look at him. "You started with a sweater?" He laughed at your rather offended tone, "Yeah, and that's not even the worst part! I used Mohair so I had no idea where any of my work started or ended, and I could forget counting rows because I couldn't tell the difference between one and the next!"

Your lips pulled up into a smile, picturing the ever-confident Mitsuya struggle against a ball of yarn and a pair of needles, and the more you pictured it, the funnier it got. Soon you were giggling aloud, laughing along with him as if there was nothing else in the world.

Once you both had calmed down, you noticed that whilst in the fit, his hands had separated from yours. Just as you were about to speak, your stomach got that all too familiar rouse again, and you felt yourself shrink away from he comfort you just found.

This doesn't mean anything.

He doesn't know you.

He doesn't care.

"Hey?" his voice was soft when he called out to you again, concerned. Your gaze snapped back to him, eyes meeting his and holding contact with the cool grey that looked your way.

"You were gonna say something?" his voice was lower, quieter this time, almost as if he was careful of scaring you off.

"I could teach you." you mumbled sheepishly, impressed by yourself for still holding eye contact with him. He shook his head a tiny bit and blinked. "What was that?"

You cursed your voice for getting stuck in your throat again and clicked your tongue quietly, annoyed at yourself. "I could teach you if you'd like?".

You looked away the moment you croaked your proposal, unwilling to face the inevitable rejection, and maybe even humiliation you would be exposed to.

what were you thinking? him? learn from you? come on now girl! why would he actually take you up on that, he's got plenty of girls to teach him in the home eco-club that probably knit way better than you, not to mention that you're like two years younger than he is, why would he take advice from someone younger than hi-

"I'd love that." his deep voice was accompanied by another one of his stunning smiles, and he looked at you with sincere eyes. "Really, I'd love that."

And just like that, the sinking feeling in your stomach dissipated, leaving a flurry of tiny little butterflies that felt all fluffy against your warm skin.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokrev #tr content #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo manji revengers #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya takashi #takashi #tokyo revengers mitsuya #mitsuya fluff #fluff #tokyorev fluff

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alexdelray1 · 5 months

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can i ask for a jealous mizu getting overprotective over her girlfriend when taigen gets a little too close and flirty?

You order, you get.

Mizu x Fem Reader

Little smut in the end. Very little.

Anyway, the girlfriend will be presented here as a lover because I don't know if in those times partners were called "my girlfriend" or "my boyfriend" before the engagement.

-Look out.- Mizu said suddenly out of nowhere and we stopped. Me Mizu and Taigen were just going to a 'tea party'.

-What? There's something here. I don't see anything. - Taigen said, looking around.

-I'm not talking to you. Only for Reader. Do you see this leaf in front of you? - she asked me and I looked at her with confusion and after a while I noticed a leaf lying 3 meters in front of me.

-Yeah. What about it?- I asked her and crossed my arms.

-It's winter and here is an autumn leaf. Don't you think that's a little suspicious? It's definitely a trap. - she said seriously and I looked at her with slight disbelief.

-Yeah, if this is a trap then Mizu as well can be a woman. - Taigen joked, finding out something we haven't told him yet because Mizu doesn't want to talk about it. We looked at him like he was a ghost.

-Why are you looking at me like that?- he asked with surprise and we looked away.

-You know what? Maybe you can tell us how you won your 20th fight? - I answered the question with a question and he started to go further and tell the story.

I started to go too, but Mizu didn't give up. She grabbed my waist and we walked around the leaf together with my sigh.

When we were about 10 meters away, she let go and let me walk in the middle again.

-And this little bastard um… Are you listening to me?- Taigen asked me with distrust.

-Yeah. I was just so fascinated by this fight that I started imagining everything. - I lied and he smiled. Mizu wasn't that thrilled with this conversation, but she was able to cope.

-Can I show you my chest so you can have a better visualization?- Taigen grabbed his collar.

-Unfortunately, I can only look at one man's chest. - I gestured with my head at Mizu, who was looking at him as if he had raped her house and burned her mother.

-Oh, I forgot you were Mizu's lover. Dude, you have to show what's yours more, because someone might steal it from you. - Taigen said to Mizu. My partner was about to say something, but Ringo beat her to it.

-But no one can steal the Reader. She is no one's property and we should respect her more. Reader is the only woman here and may feel weird. - Ringo put in his two cents and winked at me and Mizu.

Taigen looked at the ground and sighed.

-Okay, I'm sorry Reader for calling you a thing. And you, Mizu, should show more affection for your lover. - Taigen commented and Mizu nodded.

TIMESKIP

-Mizu..! We're close to the camp. - I said and Mizu pressed me to the ground and took my coat off.

-Taigen knows that we have our partnership matters to discuss and Ringo always sleeps like the dead. And I have to show you some more affection from me. - she said and put her hand into my pants. I layed my hands on her shoulders and tried to be silent.

#mizu x reader #mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #x reader #fem reader

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pinkmirth · 8 days

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not you literally feeding all the hungry alucard fans😋

thank you sm for your charitable acts! wonderful writing, as always. i’d love to ask your thoughts or imagines? is it called? anyways, i’m just too shy😣 have a beautiful dayyy

i loveee being able to add my two cents to the castlevania community, especially for adrian! even though the fandom’s kinda tiny, i’m glad to know that there are those out there who enjoy what i put out for him, especially since he’s my obvious favorite and i’ll definitely be writing much more for him >.< as for thoughts of him, i have plenty to share! though i’ll just start off with a few:

adrian’s actually quite fashionable! i like to believe that he’s great at sewing and tailoring; courtesy of his parents, especially lisa, teaching him almost every important skill under the sun. a fun little headcanon of mine is that he’s the very one who made that famous black coat of his! for you, he crafts dresses of fine silks & vibrant colors, and it warms his heart to see you looking so pretty in them, the shade flattering your complexion with the neckline settled low, nicely showing off your collarbone and bust. give him a little spin, won’t you? just know he’ll be slipping it off of you later that night . . .

adrian loves self-care days with you more than anything! washing each other’s hair, soaking in the tub together, gently giving and receiving massages, all of it. the whole thing just feels so calming and intimate. you having enough trust to bare your most natural version of yourself to him is what he truly appreciates. it also helps that you two always have much fun on your pampering days! more often than not, you end up making love with him in the tub . . or, on the bed, where he’s taking his sweet time lotioning your body with sweet-smelling herbal creams. or, over the sink, where you’re rinsing the soap from his golden hair . . . the pair of you just can’t stay away from each other, to put it simply! don’t you worry, though; after it all, adrian will make sure to clean you right back up >.<

#thanks so much for dropping by! mwuah 💋#꒰ঌ inbox. ᐟ ໒꒱#꒰ঌ castlevania.ᐟ ໒꒱#( anon.ᐟ )#ৎ୭ ⨾ alucard.ᐟ #adrian tepes #alucard castlevania #castlevania alucard #꒰ঌ drabbles.ᐟ ໒꒱#adrian tepes smut #alucard smut #castlevania smut #alucard x reader #꒰ঌ lookbook.ᐟ ໒꒱

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bambi-slxt · 19 days

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🤍𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦🤍

𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕠 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

word count: 1.9k

genre/tropes: romance, friends to lovers

summary: dating is hard, but maybe what i was looking for was easier than breathing...

warnings: none <3 pure fluff

notes from bambi: i tried a new format, what do we think? no usage of y/n, lowercase intentional, just a cutesy chris fic

busy?

nah wsp

can i come over

yeah fs, thought you said you were busy tn?

i'll explain when i get there 😵‍💫

see u soon kid

-x-

“hey.” i let my bag sink onto the floor and threw myself across chris’s bed.

“bro what, get off me!”

i grinned into his now-rumpled comforter. “make me.”

he snorted and yanked the covers out from under me, sending my legs flying. giggling, i stretched out over the far corner of his mattress. “thanks for letting me come over.”

“no problem. what's goin’ on?” chris had already halfway shut his laptop screen, giving me his attention. the soft pants i had bought him for christmas hung loose around his legs, one of which was pulled up at the knee. in lieu of a shirt, the towel from his shower lay draped over his shoulders. chris’s hair, dark from the water he refused to blow-dry out, stuck to his forehead in a very unflattering pattern. i tried to tell myself that, anyway.

“i was supposed to go on a date tonight,” i answered, staring at the ceiling. covered in those glow in the dark stars and planets people used to buy for their kids, it reminded me of the day chris begged for help putting them up.

“what happened?” he asked quietly. his brows were set in a line measured by confusion and annoyance at the possible explanations.

“i got scared and ghosted him.”

“again?”

“i know.”

“you gotta quit that. these guys don't deserve it.”

“...i know.”

“why'd you get scared?” chris asked, putting his arms behind his head.

“because what if he wants me for sex and nothing else? what if he says he wants a relationship and pays the bill and opens the door for me and takes me home and tells me we don't have to do anything if i'm not comfortable and then of course we do something because i can't fucking help myself and then he got what he wanted and never speaks to me again?”

i realized then, that i was shouting in my head and nothing had come out. chris still looked at me expectantly, his head tilted.

“you look like a puppy,” i told him, grinning.

“what the fuck,” he said, shaking out and shoving back the hair that threatened to encroach upon his vision.

“i got scared because…” i sighed, not entirely sure how to articulate my thoughts in a way he would understand. “Because how would i know if any of it was real?”

“that's why i don't fuck with love, like, that romantic shit,” he offered helpfully.

i glared. “thank you, christopher.”

“using my full legal name is insane.”

“you deserved it.”

“whatever bro.” chris paused. “i feel like there's something else.”

“how do you mean?”

“something else bothering you.”

“it probably has something to do with my self-confidence,” i said. “sometimes i think i deserve…everything, and sometimes i think the opposite.”

chris’s chest rose and fell with a sigh. this wasn't the first time we’d discussed the matter.

i looked over at him and his eyes met mine. i did this occasionally, the staring. it was a way to connect without speaking, which was often difficult around him. chris broke first, after a few short but comforting seconds, dipping his head to the side and gesturing me over to sit next to him. as i scooted my way over, he opened up his laptop again.

“new merch?” i asked.

“yeah,” he murmured. “you wanna help design it?”

i took the device from him, amid quiet protests of death and torture, and began to very gently give my two cents.

“no one likes yellow chris. don't make any more yellow stuff ever again in your life.”

“I LIKE YELLOW??”

“too bad.”

we compromised on black with yellow accented font. he's such a baby sometimes.

-x-

i stayed for hours. chris let me make a shirt design, we put a show on in the background, and when i commandeered his laptop to play music, he got up to clean his room.

a few clothes on the floor does not a mess make, but chris hated things being out of place. something as small as a sock left unattended would poke the back of his brain all day.

sometimes he would mutter things under his breath, talking to himself or singing.

“an i got all the drugs in the world that you need…”

“hold this.” (he tossed a shirt at me)

holding up a pair of sweats, chris asked, “...clean?” i shook my head. “matt’s room,” he decided, and took off up the stairs.

“you hungry?” he asked when he came back, hair disheveled.

i wrinkled my nose. “not for fast food.”

“you wanna make something?”

“god yes.”

chris laughed and pulled me off the bed. “let's go make something.”

-x-

we went up the stairs and upon hitting the landing, saw nick and madi pretzeled up together on the couch. “oh hey,” nick said, pausing whatever was on the tv. “didn't know you were here.”

“i thought you had a date,” madi said around a yawn.

chris seemed to sense the situation, or maybe he was just hungry, but whatever the case, he jumped in. “we're makin’ dinner,” he announced with a grin.

“y’all still have pasta right?” i asked, making a beeline for the pantry and rifling through the shelves.

matt emerged from his cave, scrubbing his face with the back of his hands. “we should,” he grumbled, annoyed at the lack of sleep he was currently indulging in.

“thank you. where.”

he nudged me over and produced a bag of angel hair noodles out of nowhere. “right in front of your face.”

“matthew…i'm gonna kill you,” i replied with zero emotion.

he raised his eyebrows. “alright buddy. you makin’ enough for everybody?”

“don't see why not.” i turned my head and waved chris over. “we have water to boil.”

he saluted me and made his way into the kitchen, passing matt (making his way decidedly out of the kitchen).

“is the pot clean?”

“i think so.”

“can you get it?”

“yeah. you want the salt while i'm over here?”

“yes please.”

“tap water or filter water?”

i looked at him for a long moment.

“i'm gonna get the filtered,” he said, snickering.

shaking my head with a smile, i let the stove heat up and stepped back so he could pour the water in. the muscle in his forearm tensed, offsetting the weight of the heavy filter. matt had turned the softer lights on, so gentle shadows lay over chris like a threadbare blanket.

i stepped over and let my head rest on the side of his shoulder. his shirt smelled like him, he smelled like his bath soap and his cologne and the detergent matt used on his sheets, and his hair was dry and fluffy now because he hadn't brushed it and i could probably stay there forever-

“you okay?” he murmured.

“yeah.” backing off again, i slipped a smile on my face. “all good.”

“i think…it should be good,” chris said, scrunching his nose, fully concentrated on the precise water measurement.

i cut my eyes at him with mock concern. “it’s never that serious chris.”

“what if my pasta’s water content is important to me?”

“is it?” i put my hand on my hip, desperately fighting the smile that threatened to take over my features.

“...no. but what if it was?”

“i can't handle you anymore. when it boils will you put the noodles in?”

“noods,” he said in reply, as if that was in any way helpful or related.

“who's nudes?” Madi shot up from the couch, dark hair a mess. “your nudes??”

“no, not me, i-”

Nick’s face contorted in disgust. “someone sent you nudes?”

“no no, it’s-”

“did you ask for them?” matt asked. having been seated closest to the kitchen and therefore fully aware of the context, he was just instigating. again.

i glared at the back of his head. “you're stupid.”

“that's not a no.” i could feel his shit-eating grin.

“who’s naked?” nick wailed, halfway off the couch.

“nobody! chris just-”

“so you didn't get nudes,” madi asked tentatively, still sleepy.

i turned back to chris. “are you gonna help me at all?”

“who, me?”

rolling my eyes, i addressed the living room again. “listen, chris just shortened the word noodle, THAT’S IT.”

"oh. why didn't you just say that?" nick snarked.

madi had already burrowed into him for another nap. nick let their show play on, detangling her hair absentmindedly. i shook my head and smiled.

-x-

“i'm gonna go ahead and put the noodles in,” chris said, already breaking them.

“thanks. you wanna make sauce or use the stuff in the pantry?”

“ugh, what's in the pantry,” he said, “don't feel like making anything that intense.”

“mkay.” i pulled the door open and began to hunt. the sounds of the house washed over me - RuPaul’s Drag Race from the living room, chris stirring in the cracking noodles, and matt typing away on his laptop. i smiled again. this house, these people, their lives - it put me at ease.

“‘scuse me…” chris said from behind me. i jumped as he drew out his words and stretched his hand around my shoulders to pull a spice off the rack. he felt me startle, he must have, because chris looked down at me with curiosity. “i scare ya?”

“only a little bit,” i said, lying through my teeth. he put his arms around me and enclosed me in a hug. “i'm glad you're here.”

my hands took hold of the forearms crossing my chest and i leaned back into him. “thanks.”

i felt his lips against my neck, pulling into a smile. “i'm always happy when you're here.”

the sugar-sweetness made my teeth ache, and i leaned forward. He let go easily, just like he did everything else in life, and spiced the noodly water on the stove with gusto, letting dark flecks fall to the floor.

i love you.

he looked a mess with his hair unbrushed and his brows unkempt and his smile unguarded.

i love you.

chris, who always handled my heart with care.

i love you.

how many ways could he tell me he loved me before i believed him?

here goes nothing.

“chris?”

or perhaps everything.

“yes ma'am.”

JESUS FUCKING-

my ribs cracked, splintering bone shards into my thundering heart. i reached for his chin, letting my fingers fall atop his skin and ever so slightly pulling him toward me. when his eyes met mine i couldn't wait any longer. “do you love me?”

chris didn't miss a beat. “of course i do.” he pressed his cheek into my hand, his head tilted adorably.

“no i…i mean like. for real.”

“come here.” he pulled me into a hug and i pressed my nose against his chest. “i've never been…afraid of it. love. with you.”

well that's good.

“of course i love you,” he said.

“...that's cool.”

a pause.

“really cool, in fact,” i continued. fucking tears. ruining my moment.

“are you crying?”

“no.”

“liar.”

“yeah.”

“sad crying?”

“happy.”

“that's good.”

“mhm.”

“you want me to let go?” his arms didn't budge from me.

“don't you dare.”

“yes ma'am.”

“you're burning the pasta,” matt huffed. we jumped apart, faces tomato red.

“yeah yeah you're so cute, i'm gonna be ill, puke gag retch, whatever,” he said, turning off the heat and moving the bubbling pot. “i'm hungry.”

nick and madi sat agape on the couch.

chris kissed my forehead, still grinning like a maniac. “wanna eat?”

i smiled. what is this, an epidemic? “yeah.”

“we can talk about it later okay?”

i smiled. “okay.”

-x-

ps: the noodles were delicious.

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- bambi <3

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dark-night-hero · 1 year

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Imagine being Chigiri Hyoma's significant other.

Imagine being in a relationship with the one and only Chigiri means going on a salon dates just to get your hair care treatment done together. Not only that, you don't have to worry about the money, it was always his treat anyway, after all. He was the one who convinced you to go with him, saying how he and you deserve this kind of relaxation.

"For someone who doesn't want to go earlier, you're completely enjoying it." "Since you're the one who's paying, might as well enjoy it Hyoma." By your words, your lover couldn't help but to scoff, "How bold of you to assume I'll let you pay a single cent."

Imagine, in the middle of the park, as the two of you decided to talk a walk. People would often approach him. Despite the disguise and everything, he was easily spotted among the crowd. There was no way you could easily hide a football superstar, let alone that beauty.

Imagine, most of the time, you don't really mind, and honestly, it made you feel even happier now that you're seeing your lover on new heights. Leaving the dream, he always wanted to achieve. A smile couldn't help but to made it's way on your lips, in pride and happiness that you're feeling for him. Seeing how the kids would approach him and make him sign here and there, their parents make sure their children could take a picture with the football superstar.

Imagine, you don't really mind. Standing there by the side were sometimes enough. That was the case when families, children, and students approached him, you don't really mind. But then again, watching him slowly get flocked by woman, that was a different case that made you stare at the scene with a blank look on your face as you. Sure, fans knew he was in a relationship, but do some people see that as a reason to stop? Nope, at least not these girls in front of you.

"What's wrong?" "Huh?" "You've been acting weird since we got back." "I'm not." You said with a sigh as you sat on the bed after taking a half bath when you went back. "Maybe I'm just tired." "Bullshit. What's bothering you?" You've been caught, and honestly, it just made you chuckle. Nothing surely gets past this guy when it comes to you. "Not going to talk?" "Nope."

Imagine the way you chuckle. Now that you think about it, you're pretty much worried about nothing. Even so, Chigiri was already aware of your insecurity. So, getting up from his seat, he approached you and kneeled one knee in front of you. "What are you doing?" "Making sure you never thought of sure things again." He scoff before gently holding your hand, pressing them on your lap as he held it firmly. He took a deep breath.

"You didn't give up on me even when I give up on myself." He started, those pink iris staring deeply on your soul. "You're annoying, yes. But only because you never said a thing unless someone asked you, even when you're hurting." "You're always there." "In every match, you were there. Even after I came to blue lock. You were waiting for me, watching me on the side in silence." "I.." He took a deep breath. "I can't tell know much I appreciate to have you by my side. But I'm going to try anyway." "Will you marry me?/I will marry you." Both of you asked and answered at the same time.

Imagine the way both of you burst into a fit of laughter after that. "Oh. Where is the ring?" "I forgot." "..." "Just kidding, don't be mad." He chuckle, he really liked to mess with you once in a while. There you watch him pull out a ring of who knows where, watching him slip it perfectly on your finger, only then did you notice it was the ring you've been eyeing for a while now.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

#my boi was really one of the reasons why I'm into bllk #chigiri fluff #chigiri scenarios #chigiri x reader #bllk chigiri #chigiri blue lock #blue lock #blue lock imagines #bllk scenarios #bllk imagines #bllk x reader #bllk headcanon #blue lock x reader

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Yashiro’s Cruel God part four

There are probably brilliant analyses out there about the first part of this manga and what I say might as well be just an uninteresting repetition. But we analyze things for ourselves first, to understand them better, to make sense of a story for ourselves, so I’ll give it a try anyway.

Continuing my thoughts on Doumeki and another digression: You’ll be fine. I’m a man and you’re different from your father, right?

If there hasn’t already been a tension within Yashiro between his nihilistic tendencies and his yearning for change, the story wouldn’t be possible. If Don’t Stay Gold is the original one-shot where Yashiro appeared as a background character, when Saezuru begins that some story is repurposed masterfully as a critical starting point for a Yashiro that is now a main character: This setup would become nothing more than a knife that gets thrown right back at me. You can already see this is going to be brilliant writing. When Doumeki was introduced, Yashiro had to be at a point where he was ready to let go of Kageyama, but - at same time - the fact that he had wished for them to be more than friends, that this was something he had remained open to, despite his past and despite his failures, was essential to show a believable story of him falling in love with someone else. What about Doumeki then? I have been asking myself, what are Doumeki’s motivations for being so persistent?

Yashiro is captivated immediately by Doumeki’s eyes, he makes a comment about it and later, in chapter 4, Yoneda captivates the readers too with a beautiful page with no words that isolates Doumeki’s eyes in the rear view mirror of the car, while his gaze is focused on a melancholic Yashiro. The previous sequence, at Kageyama’s clinic, was in large part framed coherently with Doumeki’s point of view as he witnessed for the first time Yashiro interacting with his doctor friend. In chapter 23 Yashiro realizes something unexpected about Doumeki. The English translations of this dialogue varied, I’ll reference here the official translation: The truth is, we’re not similar, at all. From the beginning you were always different. That’s why you look at me like that. With different eyes than his. Yashiro’s expression here is fearful and lost, because he only had those few points of reference, and those he cared for most were his parents who had abandoned him and Kageyama who had rejected him.

After Yashiro was injured on Doumeki’s watch, Nanahara orders him to cut his finger off. Needing medical attention, he goes to Kageyama and tells him about what happened. The doctor’s reaction here is so cold and heartless that if at this point you care for Yashiro at all you can’t help feeling really hurt hearing his words.

The source of Kageyama’s cruelty is his ignorance. He doesn’t know Yashiro well or rather he has built a static image of him and he can’t shake it; he constantly shows how shortsighted he is when it comes to his supposed best friend. And I remember reading people’s thoughts about the symbolism of the contact lens that Yashiro stole, so I think that was sufficiently discussed. I’ll add my two cents to this topic, because I find it interesting the detail of Kageyama being the son of a doctor and becoming one as well, not a very good one he said himself. When his classmate Yashiro told him - in that awkward and nonchalant way of his, another product of the distorted reality that his parents left him with - about the abuse he had endured from his stepfather, Kageyama stops touching him, doesn’t get closer anymore. I think that in his mind, because he had already internalized attitudes that come from medical practice just from his father, in that moment Yashiro stopped being someone he could touch because he became a “case of child abuse”, someone he needed to emotionally distance himself from. I wonder if there are readers doing the same. When Yashiro goes to his father’s wake, Kageyama is happy to see him there, that his classmate cared, but later Yashiro, so unaccustomed to his new delicate feelings, fumbles badly for the right words and any potential connection falls flat. Yashiro didn’t really need confirmation that Kageyama wasn’t straight, he had understood that much, or that the reason he was rejected had to be a different story. Kageyama’s shortcomings now and later are tied to his inability to perceive Yashiro as a full person, capable of yearning, of changing, of suffering from something else rather than the obvious. Yashiro becomes a “mental case” and the good doctor can’t do anything much about it, since it isn’t his specialty. He’ll stay as a friend, but unkind. And when Doumeki discovers that the only person Yashiro is attached to could be so unsympathetic to him, he is angry. Doumeki doesn’t confront Kageyama, for Yashiro’s sake, mostly, for reasons of hierarchy and responsibility, he needs to treat respectfully someone who is on equal standing with his boss. The ones who confront Kageyama are Kuga and Nanahara and it works: when Yashiro brings Ryuuzaki’s girlfriend to the clinic, Kageyama’s perception of him has changed and readjusted.

Doumeki could see glimpses of Yashiro’s yearning, of Yashiro’s love, and he is still determined to see it through now as he was before. He won’t let go or accept lies from Yashiro and about Yashiro. Doumeki isn’t just foolishly in love and enduring everything that comes with it, he wants to know. His motives are layered with the stubbornness that comes with detective work, after what happened between them in chapter 25, he wants to confirm that Yashiro reciprocated his feelings, because he also needs to prove himself that he isn’t a rapist, he isn’t just like his father. He fully committed to it. Only if we acknowledge our selfish reasons, we can really be honest about our feelings, about how we open ourselves to others, how we want them, and all the things we want from them. Yashiro and Doumeki aren’t letting go of their feelings in part because they need a confirmation that they are good enough. And that’s why this story surpasses the romantic premises about love and makes sense from a very down to earth, realistic perspective of how grown men behave, too.

We established that Doumeki is someone who was looking closely at Yashiro since the beginning and won’t stop looking for the truth until he is satisfied. The root causes of his conviction and commitment are various but ultimately go back to his sense of failure regarding Aoi. He aimed to be and became a policeman and failed to see something that was right under his eyes. To be continued…

#saezuru tori wa habatakanai #saezuru analysis #yashiro #doumeki chikara #yashiro x doumeki #yoneda kou #eri reads saezuru #is Doumeki cute? I can’t tell #I am generally not attracted to manly men with lots of masculine energy even in their gentle giant form #Nanahara calling out Kageyama is another big big point in his favor #but I still want someone near Yashiro who would not pursue him romantically #Kageyama’s notorious shortsightedness #not a fan of him #look at how the glasses make it so you can’t see his eyes when he looks at someone else #but you see them when he looks down: two sides of what he is saying #he doesn’t want to admit he cares for someone like Yashiro but he really cares #and Kuga knows that Yashiro was a formidable competitor

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Mads, I've been Autistic about what breed(s) of dog the FireFam could be and even if you don't like interact w this post I just would like to make you laugh- I may have to post multiples b/c there's A Lot. Ok, so, Bobby is a yellow lab a la Shadow from Homeward Bound and I will die on that hill. Athena is, obv, a Dobie- she's stunning, but a softy for her family but she also makes smiling look like a threat. (1/?)

Thank you for your patience dear I was rushing to finish the F&F AU and was also rather busy this weekend in general. I'm including your other three asks here as screenshots and this all is going to get a bit long so I'm putting everything below a cut to spare people's dashes!

FIRST OF ALL, HOW DARE YOU. HOW FUCKING DARE YOU.

SHADOW FROM HOMEWARD BOUND!?

I'M GOING TO DROWN IN MY OWN TEARS.

WHEN THE KID IS LIKE OH MAYBE HE WAS TOO OLD AND THEN SHADOW APPEARS BECAUSE HE'S GOING TO COME HOME TO HIS BOY NO MATTER WHAT!!!! G O D

I NEED TO BE SEDATED!!!!

Ahem.

STICK A LITTLE CROWN ON HER AND CALL HER ATHENA!

I babysat for a family that had a Doberman and he was truly a sweetheart. So protective of me and would stay glued to my side while I was there. "A softie for her family but makes smiling look like a threat" is soooooo Athena.

oh my GOD I'm DYING

Look at this baby. Pure fucking ADHD right here. *pats puppy* This guy can fit SO much anxiety and innate need to be of use in him!

I'M FUCKING HOWLING OVER EDDIE. LOOK YOU'RE NOT... YOU'RE NOT WRONG ABOUT THE CORGI COMMENT. THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES. BUT.

This is still Eddie in my opinion.

Someone send that bit about Chim to Kenneth Choi I think he'd find it hysterical.

BEHOLD. CHIMNEY HAN. Look at those EARS.

I also personally could see Chim as a greyhound or a whippet.

Chim's just got this fastness about him that makes me think of that kind of dog. Is this me remembering how he literally just SPRINTED away from Albert while playing basketball because he panicked about lying? Maybe. You can't prove anything.

I had to remind myself what a Chow Chow is and OHMYGOD IT'S SO FLUFFY???

However I always saw Hen as a Great Pyrenees.

These things will fuck you UP. They're flock dogs but not in the Border Collie sense. They don't herd. They kill the predators that try to go after the flock. They will chase down the wolves and destroy them. And they are super super SUPER protective of and gentle with kids. They ADORE kids. So that's my two cents there!

Ohmygod Maddie is SUCH a Border Collie.

INCH resting that you say Standard Poodle for Karen...

Poodles are actually what my mom grew up with and she's always talked about how smart and wonderful they are, she's owned three in her lifetime and adores them. I know they kinda have this stereotype of being snooty but I think they're great and they ARE so fucking smart holy shit. They're smarter than some humans I've met.

However. Chris.

I'm gonna have to fight you (lovingly) on this one, Nonny.

I will say that when I googled this dog I laughed so fucking hard my ribs hurt. I CRIED.

They are very cute as puppies!

However. I must counter-argue and say that Christopher is...

AN ENGLISH CREAM DACHSHUND

*sobbing* look at how CUTE it is!!!!!

*continues sobbing over the cute*

Anyway thus concludes the nonny's opinions, and mine! I had a good laugh over this series of asks, thank you nonny. I hope you had a good weekend.

#mads answers things #911 abc #firefam

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I know that there are pple who always insist to take everything at face value. Anon, you honestly cannot expect normal behaviours from situations that are not normal at all. You are talking about Jk not showing up at Jimin’s stage and him refusing to go see Jimin perform even after Jimin asked. So let me ask you and many others who maybe didn’t notice this or find anything weird about it. So we’ve seen a pattern of all the members at some point showing up to support each other by surpring each other maybe during their practice, shooting or perfomance. Somehow there is always the element of suprise and that is exactly what V did with Jk too. So now, did no one find it weird that Jk had to ask or kinda tell Jimin that he wanted to go see him perform on stage? Why did he have to ask for Jimin’s permission b4 going to support him? Hobi didn’t, Suga didn’t, V didn’t none of the members asked for permission b4 to go support the others so why did Jk feel the need to ask Jimin if he could go see him perform? This was a lil weird to me at the time but I didn’t think much of it until after the flirty Live those two did few days ago. Jimin said he was going to go to Jk AFTER his promotions were over and it kinda seemed like JM was making all sorts of excuses not to go to Jk or not to let Jk go to him. I could be rambling idk but it got me thinking about 2 instances in the past. JM was trynna cook and Jk tried coming close but JM sent him away saying Jk made him nervous. Even when JM was recording Serendipity, he asked Jk to leave too cuz he couldn’t concentrate with Jk there. Are you picking up what i am putting down? What if Jk didn’t go see Jimin perform and had to ask Jimin if he could go see him perform cuz he knew that Jimin wouldn’t be want him there probably cuz him being there would make Jimin nervous or distract him somehow? Cuz I can’t think of any logical reason why Jk had to ask Jimin if he could go see him perform when he could have just surprised him like the rest. Also, think about it, Jk is just not an asshole who didn’t care to go support Jimin. Whether u think they are dating or not, Jk is not an asshole and he clearly loves Jimin and Jimin is clearly important to him. So how do u explain him not going to see Jimin perform? Same goes for Jimin. Everyone knows Jimin is one if the most supportive members of BTS. He shows up for EVERYONE! Didn’t anyone find it strange that he didn’t go watch Jk perform too? I have no doubt that he would have showed up if it was anyone else, so why didn’t he show up for Jk? There are patterns being broken here and only when it comes to Jikook. I can’t place my finger on it, but certain things they do just don’t make alot of sense.

What is my point? My point is, I don’t think Jk not going to see JM perform was his choice! And I believe so because he didn’t have to ask for Jimin’s permission b4 going to support him. If he felt the need to ask, that tells me he kinda already knew that for some reason, Jimin might not want him there, and it was also weird that he choose to ask Live where maybe he felt like Jimin wouldn’t be able to say no! We all know damn well that so many jikookers would have stopped shipping Jikook since chapter 2 if we only had to depend on Jimin! Jk has been the only one holding this fort down! Jimin really doesn’t do anything to feed Jikookers. Also, we see how much Jk debunks Taekook all the damn time but he hasn’t in anyway tried to debunk Jikook, if anything he if feeding us fat! So that’s how i kinda know that Jimin is the one probably stopping many things from happening now. I don’t know his reasons but I honestly feel Jk is kinda done with this hiding shit. Anyways i just wanted to share my 2 cents. I haven’t ever seen anybody mentioning this so i just thought i’d see what u guys think about it.

I am with you 1300%

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #jungkook #jimin #park jimin #bts #jeon jungguk

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lunar-years · 3 months

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Can I ask about that Keeley kiss conversation/scene between Nate and Roy and what the micro-aggressions were? Or can you point me to where Nick talked about it? I’m so curious now

I dove wayyy back in Nick’s Twitter archive for you, anon, lol. Unfortunately he doesn’t elaborate on it much, but he wrote this in his season 2 recap: “season 2 is jam full of micro aggressions against Nate… from Ted laughing at the prospect of Nate being a ‘big dog,’ to Roy not being bothered that Nate made an inappropriate move on Keeley, to him not receiving a Nespresso machine.” (He may have also said more in interviews around that time but I couldn’t begin to link you)

If you want to read the full thing see below (and get ready to zoom in lmao) ⬇️

Along the way searching for that I also ran into his season 3 Nate recap; that one goes on for three pages so I’m not putting it all here, but I want to draw an eye to this line in particular: “it’s no coincidence that Nate chose a black suit to emulate Roy following his inappropriate pass at Keeley in 211, which is gross for all kinds of reasons, but shows Nate’s toxic and confused mindset at the end of season 2.” !!!! Which is unrelated to this conversation about micro aggression but very related to how Nate sees Roy.

Taken from this page ⬇️

(Also on Nick’s Twitter if you want to read the full thing).

I am absolutely NOT a definitive source on the matter, and there were some really good metas on it during the season that spoke about it much more eloquently than I can. If anyone has links to those posts or consider yourself a Nate scholar please feel free to add your thoughts!!

Just my two cents…compare Roy’s reaction to Jamie telling Keeley he still loves her in s2 (or his reaction to Jamie sleeping with Keeley in season 1 after they’d broken up, or his reaction to Jamie telling Roy he’s not going to stop pursuing Keeley in season 3…) to how he reacts to Nate inappropriately kissing Keeley. Jamie doesn’t do anything on that level of inappropriate or untoward (if still wrong, that’s up to you) and yet Roy is FURIOUS. He’s head butting Jamie on the pitch!! He immediately shifts to violence and yelling!

But to Nate, who’s just made an actual pass at his girlfriend without her consent, he basically…laughs it off? And I guess you can say that the difference is all in the history between Jamie and Keeley and Roy and maybe it is, but that’s definitively not how Nate sees it. To him, Roy is able to quickly dismiss the issue with Nate because…unlike with Jamie, Roy doesn’t see Nate as an actually viable threat to his relationship in any way. He’s not much bothered by the kiss because, well, it’s Nate. Keeley would never go for a guy like Nate. (This is how Nate views Roy’s reaction anyway.) He apologizes expecting a HUGE backlash from Roy and possibly violence, and is all braced for it, and instead Roy just dismisses it as bygones be bygones. Rather than being relieved, Nate finds himself offended.

#nate shelley #roy kent #ted lasso #asks #nick mohammed

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"Really, believe me, I'm Elvis Presley"

Can you imagine a time when Elvis was not famous just yet and people kinda ignored him?

Of course we know he wasn't famous his whole life but it's so impressive knowing about a time when people saw him face to face and couldn't care less. I invite you on reading about a few of these moments. There's my personal written in here and also - properly credited - info and text from the website Elvis Australia and Mr. Alfred Wertheimer's accounts on moments shared side by side to Elvis in 1956. Here we go!

"Those are words the King probably never had to use again. But on this train ride to Memphis from New York, the two young woman didn't believe who he was. So Elvis pointed to Alfred Wertheimer, and asked the girls why he'd have a photographer taking his picture on a train if he wasn't Elvis Presley. Good point! The girls then seemed to believe him, but still turned down an invitation to his concert at Memphis' Russwood Station July 4th 1956. This photo is either july 3 or July 4, 1956."

Text from: https://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/pictures/1956-july-3.html | Recollections by photographer Alfred Wertheimer.

July 4th, 1956 - Elvis during a stop at Sheffield Alabama. Elvis ordered chicken and snack cakes - Photo by Alfred Wertheimer.

What a shot! Elvis is looking at the camera, everyone else is looking at the food. No one is paying any attention to Elvis! Guess the folks didn't know they were buying chicken a la king. Text from: https://www.elvispresleymusic.com.au/pictures/1956-july-3.html

July 4, 1956 - Elvis at Chattanooga train station. This is (most certainly) the moment we talk about below.

Another example Mr. Wertheimer mentioned on being around Elvis and how he was still not quite famous yet by mid 1956, which may bothered him someway - or at least kept him anxious, hopeful and working hard to achieve his goals, is this:

Q: What was your relationship with Elvis like? Alfred: I used him and he used me in a symbiotic way. You see, he was almost at the point where he was being recognized as a national star, but not quite. I'll give you an example. Once, in a railroad station in Chattanooga, Tennessee, we were waiting to change trains. Elvis went over to a magazine rack and picked up a movie magazine. He found a photo of himself inside and says to me 'Al, can I have a pen?' I gave him one and he scribbled his name inside the magazine. Then he goes over to the two girls working at the magazine rack. He had the spread open to his picture, showing it to them. He's also looking back at me with a huge Cheshire Cat grin. Their reaction was 'That'll be 35 cents sir'. (laughing) Elvis said to them 'No, this is for you. I'm Elvis Presley'. Finally the girls agree that it is. In the meantime, I'm capturing pictures of all of this, which is really what Elvis wanted. He knew one day that he would be very famous, and he wanted to capture on film these kinds of moments.

Source: https://www.elvis.com.au/presley/interview-with-photographer-alfred-wertheimer.shtml | Published: August 12, 2023 | Alfred Wertheimer's accounts on Elvis. Note: I recommend you read the full interview.

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Anyway… That was only normal, given the circumstances but still impressive! Soon, not long after that, Elvis Aaron Presley, the Tupelo country boy, the former truck driver, was "ELVIS PRESLEY, the King of Rock and Roll", and he had all the attention he always hoped for. And it never ceased. Not even death could do anything to stop him from being adored. If he only knew... ♥

1. April 19, 1960 - Elvis greets fans from train door at T&P station in Fort Worth on layover en route to film 'GI Blues' in Hollywood. 2. Backstage in Toronto, ON on April 2, 1957 - Elvis canadian fans

1972.

1956.

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis fandom #50s elvis #elvis #elvis history #elvis and alfred wertheimer #1956 #alfred wertheimer #elvis photos

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First of all!!! Congrats on your comic it's so super good!!! I've been rotating it in my mind since reading it like a dungeon boss key!!! So, semi-related: I remembered tags on something you posted a while back discussing Sheik's gender, and I have to say I would be *so* interested in your 40 pages single-spaced thesis about Ganondorf gender (having a billion thoughts about this myself, I'm so incredibly curious about your own take). Only if you feel like it of course!

thank you sm i’m glad to hear it!!! also i remember the tags you’re talking about— so it did NOT end up being a 40 pg thesis, but i DID actually try to draft something like that a while back since a couple people asked me to follow up on it, and then i did not follow up on it, but now that you brought it up again it gave me a chance to look back over my attempted Ganondorf Gender Essay and clean it up a bit, so! here’s my 2 cents! (thank u anon for reminding me!!)

so i’ll start with some of my personal interpretations about gender in gerudo society; this includes the idea that 1) the gerudo don’t have an inherently binary perception of gender, or really an inherent concept of gender at all, and 2) if not for the emphasis that hyrule places on the authority of Kings, then ganondorf might not be described as the One Male among his own kind at all. i’ll try to explain what i mean by this.

by default, i think in ganondorf’s society there is (or at least would be, if not for their complicated relationship with the neighboring kingdom) less of a perception of him being a Man distinct from the Women of his race, and more a view of him just…having been born a very rare type of child, who could be conveniently recognized as a kingly authority by hyrule’s definition. and this is in the context of OoT, in which hyrule has recently absorbed the last independent territory (Gerudo Valley) after the end of a centuries-long war (which is described as having ‘united’ the races of hyrule. which sounds like textbook imperialism and manifest destiny ideology, but anyway). so having been fighting directly with the kingdom of hyrule for several decades, if not centuries, to maintain their independence and some semblance of land & resources, it may have ended up being useful to take into account hyrule’s definition of men & kingly leadership. the gerudo have this special child born every century, in context it might’ve been convenient to start saying ‘if this child can fit hyrule’s definition of a king, so we could at least have one of our own to rival theirs, then so be it. this child is a blessing amidst this conflict and he fits their definition of a king, so that’s how he’ll be raised.’

that being said, i don’t see ganondorf as being inherently male, or all other gerudo as inherently female? this is really just headcanon, but i like to think there are no gendered pronouns in the gerudo language during OoT, and the induction of words like ‘voe’ and ‘vai’ may have initially referred to hylian concepts of sexual dimorphism that became gradually more incorporated into gerudo culture over time. at the same time, i also think, after generations of these two nations being at war, while simultaneously having one be reliant on the other for procreation, the binarism of hylian society would imprint itself on the gerudo in some ways (though not at all in a foundational way). as in, there is a greater understanding about hylian ideas of sex & gender, and associations are made, and it does affect gerudo culture, but the gerudo are still inherently different in terms of how they perceive people, and it isn’t necessarily as Male / Female. and gerudo people don’t perceive themselves as being All Female with One Male— though they’re aware that this is the Hylian perception, and it does benefit them at times to work and communicate within those restraints.

i think ganondorf, as a result, does not really perceive himself as being inherently male, and he doesn’t perceive his fellow gerudo as being conversely female. internally he still thinks about gender as being…mostly a convoluted hylian invention that he’s had to vigorously study and mold himself to. i think growing up he probably had to learn a LOT about hylian society and what defines a man/king other than biology; he understands on an anthropological level what makes a hylian a woman or a man, and that it’s social & behavioral as well as biological, so (at least around hylians) he tends to be a little bit. idk. hypermasculine? while working to suppress behaviors that might break that perception. i think he also deeply despises having to monitor his own behaviors in this way.

for pronoun stuff, i don’t think he particularly minds being referred to as a ‘he,’ like he’s probably used to being called a he in hylian even among his own people when that’s the tongue being spoken. and i think the gerudo might also mess around with hylian pronouns since they can be a bit arbitrary, like it would make sense if plenty of gerudo other than ganondorf used he/him for themselves or switched between different pronouns. i don’t think ganondorf would necessarily care if someone she/her’d him either, though among hylians, he would definitely be able to tell if it was meant to be mocking. and that could be insulting on different levels— namely if they’re attempting to degrade the other 99% of his population, and projecting hylian gender stereotypes/stigmas onto people it really isn’t even applicable to, and also attempting to criticize ganondorf himself for being too effeminate, too similar to the ‘women’ of his race. which may be a common attitude among hylians who think someone of ganondorf’s sex, rank, and physical stature should be far removed from feminine behaviors.

but obviously, this has no bearing on him aside from constraining his behaviors & appearance in the public eye, before he comes to power. i do not think he cares on a personal level what anyone thinks of him, and would only measure said behaviors & appearances insofar as it helps him achieve his goals. this is also just a headcanon, but i like the idea that ganondorf grows his hair out after the 7-year timeskip in OoT because he’d originally had to cut it short sometime after surrendering to hyrule, knowing he’d have to start appealing to hylian sensibilities if he was going to get very far as a vassal to the king. he may have had very long hair prior, and only grew it out again after the coup.

so. i think he has a complex relationship with gender that is based in gerudo social conventions, and then complicated heavily by hylian social conventions. to me, ganondorf doesn’t view himself as being a man per se, but he does view himself as being a sort of redefinition (or even a bastardization) of the hylian idea of a man/king? he’ll call himself a King while behaving precisely as he wishes, especially if it will ruffle any feathers who’d deem him otherwise effeminate or unbefitting of the title. because ultimately, none of that terminology means a goddamn thing to him and he’s probably sick of having to constrain himself to these imaginary rules that were entirely imposed upon him.

i think ganondorf encompasses a lot of traits that could be defined as very masculine & very feminine at the same time. i feel like if my ganondorf had to actually choose a gender he identified more with, like from the Hylian Gender Mythos, he might lean more towards the idea of women? and part of that may also be because his lived experience has been defined by Having To Be A Man? and plenty of other gerudo might identify more with stereotypically male traits, it just depends. but he also likes being called a King and encompassing that role regardless of gender, and uses he/him pronouns anyway. i call him a girl a lot and i’m not joking when i say that, i mean sometimes he really is like a butch goth girl to me??? i’m also a bit sentimental about the idea of the gerudo being ‘all women’ in a case where ganondorf isn’t considered to be an exception to that, even if his biology is unique. but i also think he would generally see hylian binarism as very silly and that he’d love to make a mockery of it. i’m running out of thoughts so i’ll just end this here lol

#ask #txt #ganondorf #tldr. he thinks hylian gender binarism is stupid and likes messing with it #and he can be a woman and a man and whatever and he hopes ppl die mad about it

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"Descending" is one of the songs I don't listen to that often but I just did and it kicked me in the shin.

To me, this song appears to be about being too far gone to be helped (and in Vessel's case, having turned to Sleep when everybody was not paying attention).

Sort of a "post-mortem" cry of help. People suddenly coming back when it's too late even though help has been asked for before.

"You come crawling back to me / But I'm already underground / And we all know that talk is cheap / So come on and save me now"

The last line in this paragraph almost sounds spiteful, sarcastic. They weren't here, maybe they can help now that it's too late anyway, which the next part of the chorus reinforces:

"And you wonder what I believe /But you don't wanna be around /So what would you do for me? / Yeah, what would you do for me?"

Asking "what would you do for me" twice to reinforce what in fact those people would do to help anyway? Talk is cheap, where is the action? They don't wanna be around anyway.

Okay and finally, the pre-chorus which made my inner third eye open:

"And I won't let you fall / I've been left no choice/ Don't you see that?"

Going back to Vessel, he has been left no choice but to turn to Sleep to deal with whatever pain he is dealing with. The "I won't let you fall" is sort of ambiguous to me. It could be Sleep, it could be Vessel talk to the third person in that context. Or, the entire pre-chorus is Sleep talking to Vessel that they had no choice but to do what they did.

Those are my two cents on that song which made me appreciate a whole lot more, feel free to add your thoughts!

#the lyrics hit so close to home that i almost cried today #sleep token #descending #like and subscribe for more randomly prompted song analysis...es...?#gabe talks

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Hi, I appreciate your effort on spreading the words about Palestine on this website that's been suppressing Palestine content so much these days. I've been posting about Palestine and got shadowbanned on my other account. I just want to say something.

Regarding the last ask about white queers, I as an Asian (Vietnamese) queer can definitely tell that the queer liberals are very unproductive. I can tell from many people even my friends, who are staunchly against the West, lumping queerness with Western value (despite our culture is rich of drag queens and homosexuality has always been there) and therefore very queerphobic. Queer liberals cannot and must not stand with the oppressor bc the oppressed are homophobic, which yes so many times the homophobia from the oppressed comes from the oppressor. A lot of queer spaces being this reactionary makes me don't want to join a lot of queer spaces.

I also feel like the conversation around why people support Palestine has been very strange. People using various amounts of idealistic reasoning, but the number one reason that I and pretty much 80% of the world would agree on is that it's the fight of the oppressed against the oppressor, and 80% of the world had been in the place of the oppressed. I was lucky to not live in those times in history, but I was taught and told to never forget our oppressed history, of more than 127 years fighting the colonialists and imperialists. Our hospital was also bombed, our cities destroyed, villagers massacred. When I saw the Palestinian doctors said they will stay here for Palestine, it reminds me of my grandma who said the exact same about Vietnam. Palestinians arguably had it significantly worse than us Vietnamese during our war time with that total blockade, so I as a Vietnamese wants to share the struggle with them too.

Also Idk why an one-state Palestine solution is so hard to imagine to people. We Vietnamese also had been subjected to a two-state solution as well, and what happened after reunification is very simple. Most of the people just stayed and became citizens of the new united Vietnam, some fleed to other countries. If Palestine unification happens it would be similar imo. A lot of arguments against the one-state solution comes from just pure projection bc Israel afraid of what they're doing to Palestinians will be done to them

Anyway that's just my two cent about Palestine from a Vietnamese perspective. Free Palestine now and forever.

hi and yes i'm doing as much as i can to try to spread what's going on. i'm not typically afraid of getting shadowbanned right now, but i understand how much that hurts and affects other people who are also trying to spread awareness.

you're right about the way that queerness is often grouped up with the concept of the west and white majority countries. and that (white lib) queers would happily side with the oppressor out of the fear that they would be further oppressed by the other group that is being oppressed itself. this is just one of the many ways that propaganda twist the narrative and tries to split up minorities, and this entire belief of "us and them" is only going to hurt everyone in the end. we, as oppressed minorities, need to stand together against the oppressor, not be against each other.

i'm not gonna add much onto what you said about vietnam, since you already said pretty much everything, but it is saddening to see how so many people can relate to what's going on in palestine because of how much colonization has impacted their life and own culture and country. it genuinely is so unfortunate, and no one deserves to go through the horrors of colonization and being horrifically oppressed. i wouldn't wish that on even the zionists (and i fucking HATE those guys).

you're right about the one state solution thing. the only reason people fear it is because they are scared that the palestinians will do to them the same thing they did to us. it's a sad delusion.

thank you for speaking up though, free palestine 🇵🇸

#palestine #free palestine

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Reunited (Part 3)

Tommy Miller x f/Reader

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Maria isn't nice in this at all. Not towards YN anyway. Also Maria isn't pregnant.

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WC: 1823

JOEL MILLER'S POV

Ellie and I walked into the home, completely shocked at the chaos that we were seeing.

I saw YN and the boys' bags packed. Theo and Tate were sitting on the couch, watching the same thing we were.

"YN," I called out her name, but she was so focused on what she was doing that I didn't respond to me. So I tried again.

"YN," She stopped, grabbing the cans from the cupboard, and looked at me. "What is going on?"

"We gotta go, Joel. I can't stay here anything longer."

"But this place is awesome." Ellie put in her two cents. I just looked at her, and she could tell by my look to keep her mouth shut.

"YN, what is going on?" I repeated myself.

"We gotta go, Joel." She repeated back at me.

"I understand that, but you look frantic."

"Maria came by."

"Okay." Now we are getting somewhere.

"She told me I have to leave and that she and Tommy are gonna be keeping the boys."

"YN, Tommy wouldn't let that happen." I tried to reason with her.

"We don't even know who this Tommy is anymore Joel. He is so far up her ass that it isn't funny. I need to get out of here. I can't let them take my boys from me. I can't let her take them, Joel."

YN had tears streaming down her face, and I pulled her into my arms, trying to soothe her. Her body was shaking as she sobbed.

It has been a very long time since I have seen her like this, and I need her to be strong.

"When did she say you have until?" I pulled back and waited for YN to calm down enough so she could talk.

"Morning."

"Okay, we will go to sleep now and leave when it is dark."

"Joel, you and Ellie should stay."

"You and those boys are not leaving my sight. You are my family, and if you can't stay here, and neither can Ellie and I."

"But Tommy is your brother."

"And he can take care of himself. I know you can, but if anything happened to you or Theo and Tate, I don't know what I would do."

YN nodded her head, knowing that I was coming with her no matter what.

Our small group made it to the stables without being seen. They really are lacking with their false sense of security.

We got on the horses. YN and I each had a boy with us.

We were almost to the gate when the lights came on. I gripped Tate closer to me, ready to shoot anyone who may take him or his brother away from us.

"Calm down, Joel. Thought you were leaving in a days time." I relaxed slightly at the sound of Tommy's voice.

"We figured it was best if we leave now." YN spoke up.

"In the middle of the night? Now, I know sneaky behaviour when I see one."

"No sneaking, Tommy. Just figured we may as well get going. There is no need to take any more of your time." Ellie said.

"Are you going with them, YN? And taking the boys as well? That seems a bit dangerous, don't you think?" Tommy asked as he took two steps towards YN. I noticed her arm tightened around Theo.

Tommy noticed as well, and he stopped.

"What is going on, Joel? YN?" He asked as he looked between YN and I.

"Go home, Tommy." I gruffly said.

"No. I have the right to know what is going on, and I will not open the gates." The person watching the gates must have only heard 'open the gates' because they opened.

Ellie and YN were out when they had enough space to get through. "Go home and ask your wife what she did."

I left a very confused Tommy behind, hoping that he wouldn't come after us.

Or Maria.

He is lucky I didn't go back there and confront her, but I need to get YN and my nephews away from Maria, and if that means losing all contact with Tommy, well, so be it.

We found shelter not far from the college campus. Ellie was spending as much time as she could with YN, Tate, and Theo before I took her.

"You think this is still a good idea?" YN asked me as we sat against the wall, watching the three of them play goldfish.

"No, but Ellie says she needs to go and try and save the world."

"She is a brave kid." YN said as she took a sip of her drink.

I grunted in agreement.

YN stayed back with the boys. "Don't forget us, Ellie." Theo said to Ellie as he hugged her.

"I can never forget you. Either one of you." She said as she hugged them goodbye.

YN pulled Ellie into her arms and hugged her with all her might. YN must have muttered something in Ellie's ear because I saw tears in her eyes as she looked up at YN.

"I am going to miss you, YN. Thank you for everything."

"And I you, Ellie."

TOMMY MILLER'S POV

"Go home and ask your wife what she did." Joel's finally words kept repeating in my mind as I walked around the grounds.

It was well past sunrise when I decided to head home.

I stopped when I saw Maria heading across the way towards the home that was occupied by Joel and YN. She knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer, but as I literally watched them leave, I knew no one was going to answer. I walked slowly towards her, wondering what the hell she was up to.

I watched as Maria opened the door and walked in. I could hear her screams of frustration as she looked throughout the now empty house.

"She fucking took them!" I heard before she came running down the stairs, she stopped once she noticed me there.

"Tommy, baby hi."

"Maria, what are you doing here?"

"Just checking on YN and the boys."

"Hmm. Is that all?"

"Yes, do you know where they are?"

"Went with Joel and Ellie."

"And she took the boys with her? I told you she wasn't fit to be a mother." She said as she walked past me

"Come on, Maria, don't be like that about her." I called after her.

"She is not fit to raise those boys." She threw back at me, once again leaving me stunned.

"YN has done a great job with them." Maria spun around so fast, and I waited for her to slap me, as it looked like she wanted to.

"Are you sticking up for her?"

"Yes! My goodness, Maria, lay off of her." Maria took a step back and looked me up and down with a sneer on her face.

"You still have feelings for her?"

"No, not at all." I was lying. The moment I saw YN, all those feelings I pushed aside came rushing back. "I am married to you, and I love you."

"But?"

"There is no, but Maria. I am with you. Now, be honest with me and tell me what you said to her."

I waited until her shoulders finally sagged, and she told me what she said.

"You really said that to her? You said that we are taking the boys? From their mother?" I was passing back and forth, trying to keep myself from yelling at her.

"I have to go after them. I have to be there for them." I turned to leave our home.

"You are going to get them and bring them back here?" Maria asked hopefully. I stopped.

"I am bringing them all back here, and that is including YN."

"She is not allowed back here, Tommy."

"Then neither are the boys, and neither am I."

I felt her place her hand on my arm, and I shrugged it off. "I have stood by you through many things, Maria, but not allowing the mother of my children to stay here, well that is low even for you." I walked out the door, hearing my wife call my name, as she followed behind me.

Maria followed me all the way to the stables, and just as I was about to get on a horse, she caught up to me.

"Bring them all back safe." She said quietly, from behind me.

"You mean that?" I asked her, waiting for her to answer before turning around.

"Yes. All of them." She emphasised the All.

I turned around and cupped her face in my hands and kissed her, muttering thank you.

I left, knowing that I would be fine on my own, happy that Maria was coming around.

ELLIE'S POV:

I screamed for YN the moment the abandoned house came into view. I jumped off the horse and got ready to drag Joel inside when she came running out the door, gun in hand, ready to shoot.

She lowered the gun when she saw me and Joel and came to help me with him.

"Uncle Joel." I heard the cries of Tate and Theo as we walked through the house, down to the basement.

"What happened, Ellie?" YN asked me as she started to try and stop the bleeding.

I told her what had happened.

How the college campus was empty except for raiders. That we were ambused and Joel killed someone, but we got away, but not before he got stabbed with a broken baseball bat.

"Fuck. We need medicine." She stood up to go and search.

"I will go. I am faster out there."

"But Ellie,"

"I can do this, YN. Please trust me."

She looked unsure, but she nodded her head and handed me a gun.

I raced back to the house, ready with medicine and to warn YN about David and his settlement.

I handed her the medicine, and she started to administer the medicine, and I told her what happened.

"We don't have long until they come looking. We have to be ready to leave."

"But what about Joel?" I asked.

"We can block the entrance to the door and give him a knife." YN said.

"But they will kill him." I wanted to scream.

"I know, Ellie, but if we can't leave now. You were probably followed here. We have to hide you and the boys."

"What about you?"

"I have to protect the four of you."

But what is going to protect her?

YN'S POV:

It felt like we were being hunted by this man and his crew. The boys were hiding in the attic of the house, and Ellie was supposed to be up there with them, but I was found and dragged out of the house.

The last thing I remember was being dragged out of the house, hoping that no one else would be found.

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