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mrrharper · 2 months

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Bro Advice

bruh, you 'kay there dawg? cause yer sittin' here all moody n' depressed dude and im like this ain't right, yeah bro?

ah, ya what dude? failed an... exam bro? huhuhuhuh bruh, come on dude, don't be a pussy 'bout it, who cares bout some random exam lol bro

okay, okay bro, i see yer real invested in this exam bullsh-- in this exam, and im here like why bruh? you're at the gym bro, ya should be like pumped and ready to lift dude

yer career depends on it? bruh, there ain't nothin' worth broodin' over like you're doin' right now bro, just nah dude, life just continues bro, you just stand up and get some weights on the rack huhuhuhuh am i right bro?

brooooo! am tellin' ya, arms and chest is like the perfect thing for a shit day bruh-- yer not a gym-obsessed dumbass? dawg, gym's like the only thing worth obsessing over huhuhuh bro, am tellin' ya

nah dude, ya need some correctin' that attitude bro, cause let me tell ya bro, yer just thinkin' too much my dude

bro, don't fight it, believe me bro, yer gonna feel so fuckin' good bro, you lust gotta let go, just not hold as many fuckin' useless thoughts in that head of yours bro, its like so simple bruh

ugh, bruh that's cause you're fightin it dude, like try this bro, like, come 'ere bro, were gonna do some curls bro, gotta get these guns pumped huhuhuh

yeah bro, get these movements steady dude, rep after rep, yeah like that dude, feel them repeat, one after the other, almost endless bro

exactly bruh, yer killin it dude, just keep pushin', yeah like that-- nah bruh, ya can't just go back to talkin' bout that... i don't even remember what ya were broody about bro, see, that's what yer s'possed to so - just kinda forget bro, cause it ain't important dude

dawg, ya don't understand, and yer the one with too much thinkin' huhuhuhuh, good one, anyway bro, ya have to let it go bruh, let it go

don't be a fuckin nerd bro, am yer big bruh and am gonna take care of ya, but ya can't just turn into some pussy, ya get it bro

fuck yeah dude, get that PB bro, let's fuckin' go brah! see, yer doin' great bro, ya just gotta push yourself on the bench dude and that's all it takes

huh, bro, no idea what you're on about dude, like, ya came to the gym and we're doing a workout, what else is there to it?

nah bro, yer like my lil' bro, ain't that right huhuhuh, cause im like, makin' sure yer a proper bro in the gym, yeah?

dude, uni's not a thing for real bros like ya or me, it's for lame nerds who can't even lift 50 lbs on the bench, fuckin' hell those damn pussies, we ain't like them bro, we're real men bro

i mean, just look at yourself, these pumped guns and chest, some nice thick thighs, bro yer a real bro, like myself dude, no denying it

i bet yer mind feels foggy huhuhuhuh, you just lifted like a lot bro, you gotta take a break after this dude

nah, man, am pretty sure we've been like, bros in the gym for like, months, weeks, who gives a fuck, but I can tell ya that i ain't quittin' bruh, ill take care of ya, lil' bro, just like ive always done, right bruh?

right bro

yer my bro, dude

always have been

and ain't nothin' gonna change that

duhuhuhuh these are some nice biceps bro

#jock #jock tf #nerd to jock tf #personality change #dumber

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longhardtransitionreturns · 3 months

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Author's note: This is birth and medical fiction. It's all fake, just a fantasy. Of course I don't want this to happen to me or anyone in real life.

I'd like to have a high risk twin pregnancy. The type where I have to fight my obstetrician to let me try to give birth vaginally and then they try to insist I have an epidural so they can cut into me without delay if something goes wrong. I'll finally get them to agree to let me try it natural if I am invasively monitored throughout and I understand I'm going under general anesthesia the second things go south.

When the day comes for me to be induced, I change into a hospital gown & follow nurses instructions as they put IV ports in both of my wrists. I'm catheterized -- a situation that isn't made any more pleasant by the twinges already squeezing my middle -- and by the time I'm being strapped into the stirrups for the doctor to swipe my membranes, I'm so trussed up I can barely move.

It's my first pregnancy & I didn't expect it to hurt so much just to be pregnant. My hips have been sore practically the whole nine months, in part because of how heavy and low I am carrying the twins. Baby A practically lodged himself between my hips last week and the pressure has been slowly increasing. My breasts are cumbersome and it's painful to even feel the hospital gown brush against my areolas. By the time the doctor is settling between my legs to start my labor, I'm eager to face whatever delivery holds for me to make this pregnancy end.

I'm singing a whole different tune 16 hours later. Or rather, screaming one at the top of my lungs. I am in the throes of transition and suffering the pinnacle of a truly agonizing labor. Baby A is posterior and the pain in my back has me at the edge of my sanity, especially now that the contractions are lasting for 90 seconds, with barely a minute in between.

I'm incoherent at this point. I'm in so much pain I'm only able to think about surviving the second I am living. I'm minimally aware when the nurses move my aching body back into the stirrups so I can push my son into the world. I bear down at their direction and it feels like my ass is gonna bust when his head plunges down.

What actually happens is his precious posterior facial features lodge against my clit as a desperate push shoves him just past crowning and my poor little nub starts to sting. It feels like it's being ripped off and I'm humiliated to find I'm begging my doctor to save my clitoris while I'm straining a massive baby out of me.

I don't know how long I howl a about the pain in my clitoris but the next thing I know the doctor is roughly pulling the shoulders and then the body out of my hole, tearing me more in the process.

I'm aware that my aching canal is empty for the moment. I don't realize I am gaped so badly my asshole is almost inverted. It stings something fierce as birth fluids continue to pour out of my loose, sopping cunt. I start to cry when I realize I am still going to have to push Baby B through my ruined pussy.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally aware of the sharp stab of a contraction. I wake fully to a nurse tapping my cheek to see if I've passed out. When I force my eyes open, she informs me Baby B isn't face down anymore and the doctor is about to perform an internal version. She tells me to brace myself because it will be uncomfortable.

I didn't fully realize the medical actuality of an internal version was for a grown man to stick his entire grown man hand through my cervix and into my uterus. I'm in such utter agony I barely register that the nurses are holding me down by my arms and where my thighs are not strapped to the stirrups. I am experiencing the most pain I have experienced up to this point in my life and it seems to last forever.

I never stop screaming, even when they put a mask pumping gas over my face to try to give me some relief, but the tenor of my yell changes when something shifts and then I feel something rip deep inside of me.

Suddenly all the pain that has come before pales in comparison to what I am suddenly feeling in my abdomen. It is indescribable burning combined with a sudden sense of dread that takes over my body. I am 100% certain that my reproductive organs just gave way with my daughter trapped inside me and I am going to die if something isn't done very, very soon.

It must only be minutes, maybe not even that long, that I lay there while the medical team catches up to the realization that me and my baby are in mortal danger. Time slows down and I feel the rip in my uterus expanding as the contractions, one on top of another now, injure me more by the second. Despite no medical knowledge, I know instinctively that the renewed flood out of my pussy is blood and I am hemorrhaging, possibly to death.

I am utterly helpless now. Strapped down in stirrups, paralyzed by pain, my strength seeping from me as fast as the blood flowing between my legs. I faintly register the monitors start to alarm as I lose the battle with consciousness and my world goes dark.

*******

I wake up groggy and disoriented on a stretcher being wheeled somewhere. I immediately start to panic because there is a tube down my throat and I am really, brutally aware of a long, deep vertical incision that extends from above my belly button down to my public bone. I swear I can feel the layers upon layers they sliced through to deliver my baby. I won't know until later about the battle the surgeons waged, first to save my life and then to save my fertility.

Right now I am only aware of how much it hurts to be jostled on a stretcher with a massive cut down my middle. When the two male nurses move me into the bed, I plead for unconsciousness as my body is roughly transferred to a bed. My tailbone hits the mattress and reverberates in the form of a sharp pain through my pussy. I've still got a catheter and I feel like every inch down there has been stitched up.

I hope one of these nurses will realize I am aware and therefore in indescribable pain but it seems like the paralytic they gave me before intubating me is the only drug of the cocktail still in effect. I suffer as they lift my hips and put a pillow under my butt. Then they start taking off my hospital gown completely.

My confusion quickly turns to fear as one gloved hand on each side grabs one of my fat titties and starts tugging. Breast pumps are whipped out and the men make quick work of shoving as much of my massive milkers in to each before turning them on simultaneously.

My uterus, even after the brutal surgical repair, still tries to respond to my milk suddenly dropping. The pain of contracting after uterine repair and a cesarean combined with the sudden gush of warm pressure on my aching tits brings tears to my eyes. I must be a strange sight: intubated and naked, massive breasts attached to pumps, with my deflated belly sporting a huge incision hanging above a pussy so bruised and stitched it looks entirely purple.

The elder nurse pats my naked thigh just before he makes to leave. It jostles everything and our eyes meet as I wince at the pain it causes me. A chill runs through my body as I realize he knows I am awake and feeling way more than I should be.

He looks at me the entire time he lubes his gloved fist, a sinister smile on his face. He settles between my legs and pauses to look up at me again.

"I bet you wish you'd had that epidural, huh, dear?"

My vision goes white as I feel his whole fist plunge into my pussy with a force absolutely intended to cause me a fatal amount of pain. My vision goes white and I feel pressure building in my chest as the stitches holding my cervix together start ripping. The last thought I have before I go into cardiac arrest is how I don't want to my last memory to be of being brutally fisted in my obliterated, post-birth pussy while my heart explodes in my chest.

#birth kink #labor and delivery #maesiophilia #preggo kink #painful birth #giving birth #birth #hospital birth #medfet #pregnant #surgical fet #surgery #dark cardiophilia #dark medfet

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 1 month

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tuesday again 3/19/2024

boy hope i never run out of zelda games to play or my mental health is going to Tank. there are very vague endgame stuff spoilers (not where zelda is, but some of the time fuckery) but i am going to spoil a bit of the rito sage quest. nothing is rot-13'ed. i feel like that's a fair compromise since this game has been out for about a year? please let me know YOUR opinions on recent game spoilers

listening

Thanks A Lot But No Thanks from the 1955 musical It's Always Fair Weather, sung by Dolores Grey. this was Dolores Grey propaganda in the @hotvintagepoll. i love a sugar baby song and this is sort of an. anti-sugar-baby song? a satitrical sugar baby song? she thanks suitors for increasingly improbable gifts (the state of Maine, et al) before killing them??

the PIPES on this woman!!! the comedic timing!!! she pulls out a gun and shoots suitors dead while thanking them for an autographed picture of john wayne!!! she pulls a big lever and they all fall under the stage!!! ive been having kind of a Time in the depths of unemployment and this made me genuinely laugh (not one short sharp bark of laughter, full on cackling).

youtube

thanks for the darling uranium mine indeed

reading

the moonstone by wilkie collins (and philip). this has been my falling asleep reading book. this is decidedly not a cozy mystery but the stakes are not like. so high i have to keep reading through the night to find out what happens. i'm having a good time with it, currently about halfway and still very irritated with rachel, the main character right now. i have not revised my "spoiled brat" opinion and i look forward to seeing if i ever revise it.

watching

The Three Musketeers (2011, dir. Paul W.S. Anderson). thank you mackintosh (this is a discard from my hometown library and no one needs to know where that is thanks). it's pretty widely available on free platforms rn which is how you know it's good. it's not Good is the thing but it is extremely fun. it is straight up the three musketeers but with an airship. milla jovovich jumps off an airship into the channel. milla jovovich does some assassins creed shit. luke evans does some assassins creed shit. there is an airship fight and an airship chase. it is So cheesy and unfortunately never got another sequel. it also inexplicably has some of the finest cinematic swordfighting since the golden age of hollywood.

this was a really successful impromptu movie night pick for a more widely varied gang than usual, including some teens. my bestie also enjoyed it, which i am So pleased by bc she has extremely exacting movie taste. this cast is so stacked for no good reason: orlando bloom, luke evans, christoph waltz, mads mikkelsen, matthew macfayden...

playing

i have a post in my head about breath of the wild and tears of the kingdom and their dialogue with each other about loss and grief, but i think that's going to have to wait until i have a little bit more brainpower. perhaps i can talk a little bit about how they make me feel about loss and grief, and how i was upset for zelda and her hundred-year siege in the last one but i am so so so desperately sad for zelda in tears of the kingdom.

i played through breath of the wild with a constant background sense of loss and grief. this is only partially due to the real-life severe depression and joblessness. i think this is a personal brain thing and not a game thing, but i did feel guilty when fucking around in breath of the wild and not actively doing main quests to save zelda. like i would look at the castle off in the distance and feel kind of bad. the champions (and zelda!) telling link as soon as physically possible that it wasn't his fault made me cry in real life every time. i get it's like a month max of in-universe time between games, but it still feels like he has once again missed SO much. i think this is sort of a larger symptom of depression in that i look at [REDACTED] in tears of the kingdom and get a bit hopeless about [REDACTED] and it's like. well i might as well go pick golden apples and not do main quests. time is meaningless.

i am really glad they kept the shrine of resurrection on the plateau in tears of the kingdom. if that hadn't been there i the player would have felt very unmoored. i cannot begin to think how unreal and depersonalized it would have made link feel.

enough of that! the hero's path function is so funny. there are such huge swathes of the map i looked at and said No Thanks! Not Yet!

my depths map is even funnier. eight lightroots so far. no thank you! too scary still! i thought until VERY RECENTLY that all the caves and wells led to the depths and was avoiding them. mistake! cool shit in caves and wells! some horrible boys as well but they are vastly outnumbered by the cool shit.

the rito sage quest fucked SO severely. i had so much fucking fun with that boss fight even though it took me a real life two hours to get up to the arena with the puzzles to unlock the boss fight. i also surprised myself and did not have to look up how to beat any of the puzzles or the boss! just entered a state of flow and looked up and it was three hours later! i know a lot of people are very grumpy about how this was not a totally new game with a totally new map, but i have nothing but praise for the mechanics in this completely new section. knocked my socks off. made me think but wasn't too frustrating. made me use all my powers and all my weapon types. it was simply a great deal of almost frictionless fun! some over the top sick as shit stuff that is the whole point of video games as a medium imo

unlocked all the geoglyphs and i am Upset. i am UPSET.

and now for some horse talk (TM): i kept the very first horse i caught out of nostalgia even though these stats are not very good. i think the naming scheme for this game will be H (the last game was C). the breath of the wild giant ganon horse is so funny. you can't do shit with this horse. you can't change the mane. you can't change the tack. you can't increase his stats. he's just There. Large.

tangential horse talk: why is this lynel in the wetlands. his feathering and fetlocks are going to rot off. he is going to founder

some places ASCEND works where i didn't expect it to: tree. water you can stand in.

i stumbled across the last power completely accidentally while trying to deliver some eyes to a mysterious god and this was so fucking funny. i DID throw this guy down a big pit in the last game and he never came back. i forgot about that.

also people were fucking gaga for rauru but why didn't i see people talking about either of these two last summer on this, the -girl affix site and the scruffy shredded boy site

some other bits and bobs:

i was so annoyed patricia was part of the compendium in the last game i fucking got her this time ok

very hashtag relatable languages moment

unrelated to either of those things, i have done the gerudo sage quest except for the boss battle and i missed two huge swathes of hashtag tunnel gameplay (going to find riju through the tunnels. simply went overland) and getting to the central temple chamber (simply used ascend). whoops

there's a little tower concept art piece in purah's room in the ancient lab! that's a fun little touch i really love, it really helps differentiate the games and show changes in the overworld between games in a very cheap and east way for the devs

bc i play these games like dressup simulators, i also want to note that misko's tents are also really fun, they really feel like they're from a much earlier era and i'm stumbling across an untouched archaeological site

making

garden update: growing along okay, it has been so so so wet lately and i should have bitten the bullet and bought the big expensive bag of perlite, the drainage is not terrific. i should elevate all the planters and that would help a bit too. tomatoes are bit leggy, i moved them out of the partial shade on the end of the balcony and in front of the window. i am a bit concerned about them getting scorched, but again it's been so wet lately they need all the help they can get. i feel like they're established enough to be pruned a bit to make them bushier but i am Afraid. there are worse things in life than leggy tomatoes

the pic on the left below: these bush beans are looking a bit strange as well. the four shorter ones came up, promptly withered their cotyledons, and i thought they died until they popped out their first true leaves. the larger ones i think may have some kind of mosaic virus but it's a little early to tell. these are bins that haven't been used outside (they stored clothes in for the move) and new dirt from home depot. either the dirt or the seed stock itself may have been infected? very strange. the cucumbers in the bin in the back (hidden by the beans) are also taking forever to get going. at least the sweet peas are doing fine. the spinach i planted in that back bin withered where the stems met the soil and died. i think it was simply to early and too damp for them.

anyway on the right pic above: these normie peas and normie climbing beans seem to be doing fine. that's dill in the gray pot and basil in the bucket, they also seem to be doing fine. just sort of a perplexing corner on the other side of the balcony.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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simmyfrobby · 2 months

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i hope you don't mind me asking — but how / why did you pick the teams you cheer for currently? i just realized we don't have favorite teams in common but i love your energy and all of your poetry posts so much 🫶

oh so the penguins just happened to be the first team i found when i googled “hockey” but the bruins were an accident and also a mistake.

i don’t entirely know why i like the teams i like. i think i just tend to pick one character or dynamic i find interesting and follow that down a rabbit hole. i got into hockey after watching the pens 2009 cup documentary

(big strong manly dudes who talk about sports like it’s war and celebrate hard hits, playing through injuries, and getting into fights, who also nicknamed their little goalie friend Flower and made sure to give him forehead kisses after every game. i didn’t stand a chance)

so sid, geno, tanger, (talbot), and most of all flOWER were my first loves and ive kinda just stuck with them ever since.

at one point i tried to put together a spreadsheet to figure out which other teams to root for (based on their names, logos, place in the standings, nr of scandinavians etc). i immediately eliminated all the red white and blue teams because i thought the colour combination was unimaginative, then eliminated all the teams whose logo was just a letter because i thought that was stupid, then forgot all about the spreadsheet because a bruins fan was nice to me and i decided to root for her team just because i liked her vibe.

(dragged one friend down the marcheron rabbit hole with me and we watched game 7 together and i will truly genuinely never stop feeling guilty about putting her through all that. then bergy retiring broke me unfixable etc etc and now we’re here)

minnesota kinda became my team a few months ago, mainly because flower plays there, but also because i got to watch them play in stockholm and that was v exciting for me. the wild have been getting most of my attention lately because that’s the fandom where i have the most fun. whereas the goalies and the superstars tend to suck up most of the oxygen in other fandoms, wildblr for some reason tends to focus on the fourth liners and the losers and that’s more my vibe just in general.

hockey is only really an internet hobby for me, and none of my Real Life Friends really care about it, so i need some fandom friends to yell about these things with. im also several timezones behind and i catch most games a few hours after the fact, so if i have to scroll through a lb of a fandom that’s very negative i tend to just blacklist that tag. there’s a few teams i now see very little of & don’t massively care about for that reason.

this turned into a much longer reply than i intended but also i just really liked the question & you worded it real kind so i didn’t want to half ass it.

there’s other players i still like even though i don’t keep up w the team much (eichel, natemac, that little slutty guy from montreal, bertuzzi, tk, ej, etc etc) but there’s only so many hours in a day, you know?

#what this boils down to is:#i love weird short guys #and flower #and my internet friends #sorry its so wordy and also thank you for the kind words much love xx

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klapollo · 5 days

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i dont talk about my ocd much because im blessed enough to have worked hard enough at my ERP and taking my meds for a long time that it doesnt really interfere with my life too badly right now but it ruined me for a long, long time. i lost many years of my life -- especially my early adulthood -- to it. my grades suffered. my social life was nonexistent for a long time. i missed out on so many things i'll never get back.

there were months where all i would do was sit on the couch and literally scream at the top of my lungs because i was constantly doing mental compulsions and i wanted to silence my intrusive thoughts. ive had nearly every theme you can imagine -- contamination, scrupulosity, sexual OCD, real event OCD, numbers, superstitions. i only really got to a point where i could finally function about two years ago, after being in and out of a deep haze since i started college, and i still struggle from time to time with some things.

i guess what im saying here is if youre in the throes of severe mental illness right now, even if it's been years, youre not hopeless and you can find a way to live with it. i'll be fighting this battle for the rest of my life and i have to be constantly vigilant to avoid relapsing, and there's a good chance i will anyway, but i like to think i get stronger every time i fight it off again.

#if you have ocd and ever want advice feel free to send a message honestly #it's so hard i wouldnt wish it on anyone

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jihnari · 1 year

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zhongchi - the ship that’s ruining my life

disclaimers:

ship what u want. i cannot stop you. i do not care. be free.

this post is an OPINION and you DO NOT HAVE TO AGREE. if reading about why i dislike zhongchi is going to upset you, maybe give this a pass

i do not dislike childe OR zhongli. i just think their ship is silly.

if you are a zhongchi shipper and you choose to read this anyway, this is not written as a personal attack. i said "zhongchi 😒" one too many times and a non-genshin friend said "why do you hate that ship so much" and then i wrote a manifesto

ive never been involved in real fandom drama and idk how it goes but i would like to remain ignorant and free, pls do not attack me over this i am small and nervous and do not mean any harm

part 0: the ship

"who are they and why does this ship exist?" you might ask, if you've never played genshin. on the surface, this is a simple question with a simple answer. the two characters for this ship are in the same place at the same time and their stories overlap heavily. childe is the big bad of zhongli's story arc. (not that zhongli fights him; you, the player character, fights childe.) so they potentially have enemies to lovers, and they are actually friends before some truths come to light and it's revealed they're on "different sides". childe also pays for things for both you (the player character) and zhongli, which people read as caring. [1]

childe/zhongli is the most popular genshin ship on ao3. there are currently 132,000 works on ao3 for genshin impact and 12,735 of those have the ship tag childe/zhongli. that's only 10% of the all existing works, but the second largest ship tag has only 6,600 works, which is half as many.

relevant as an influencing factor is another popular ship early on in genshin's inception. that other ship was the first two hot male characters to have tension and an overlapping storyline, but they turn out to be "related" and a large part of the fandom collectively dropped them like a hot potato. but these fans were already in the fandom, already playing genshin, and they needed someone to ship. so they collectively jumped over to the SECOND set of two hot male characters with perceived tension and an overlapping storyline, i.e. zhongli and childe. the story containing zhongli and childe is 1) permanent canon content and 2) presented relatively early to the player, so zhongchi as a ship is more accessible than other popular ships that don't show up for 50+ hours [2] of gameplay.

furthermore, neither childe or zhongli have many meaningful interactions with other characters, and both characters were very popular upon launch. their initial popularity caused an epidemic, and a subsequent over-saturation of the ship on ao3. [3]

part 1: the characters

zhongli is a retired ex-god who faked his own death so he could have a break and go play at being human in the most mundane way possible. he's spiritually and emotionally an old man. he watches operas and drinks tea, has very expensive taste but no money, and works the front desk at a funeral parlor. he's thousands of years old and not entirely human (more on that later). [4]

childe is in his 20s and an affable general in the evil army. at 14 childe fell through a hole into genshin hell and lived there for a few months and emerged Changed. he can also turn into a demon now, just as a fun side note. upon getting him back, his parents found him to be a very scary menace and they quickly enrolled him in the military. he is the youngest ever person to be made general in the evil army, but this is less due to him being driven by ambition and more being a violent gremlin who couldn't be controlled and who beat up everyone in his path.

in his spare time, childe gets into unwinnable fights and pushes himself to the limit just so he can feel something. he's utilitarian, having grown up poor, and when you ask about his least favorite food he tells you that being picky about food is a bad thing and you should cut that out. he "has money" but it's not his money, it's his government's money. the budget for his evil task is very, very high, and he uses it for mission things though he tends to be pretty loose about what that includes. his mission budget shouldn't matter, but will unfortunately come up later.

childe is diametrically opposed to zhongli and zhongli's city; or he WOULD be but childe is too friendly and zhongli secretly has a deal with childe's boss, paying them to do the evil thing so he can retire in peace. this is a slight betrayal to childe but when it comes to light he isnt upset at zhongli, he's upset at his coworker for being the literal worst. childe is still seen around fantasy china after he tries to destroy it with a meteor[5], and only the townspeople seem to have any hard feelings. zhongli and childe are not canonically depicted as having any hard feelings.

part 2: "making it work"

past the superficial reasons listed in part 0, zhongchi makes no sense to me as a pairing. zhongli is a boring old man and childe barely seems to consider people anything more than NPCs unless they end up having fighting prowess, in which case he tries to fight them and then (if they don't die) considers them friends.

childe is dynamic, always striving to be better, stronger, faster[6]; childe is an adrenaline addict. zhongli is static and intends to stay that way.

the characters have undergone some personality changes to make them fit together better.

zhongli is part dragon(?) so people give him an obsession for pretty things and a massive possessive streak. since he's "broke", childe becomes a sugar daddy type in many works. zhongli is also almost exclusively on top in sexual situations, because duh, old, powerful dragon. [7]

childe couldn't possibly be in a position of power when he's with a older, more powerful male, so he becomes very submissive and swoon-y and teenage girl. the betrayal hurt him *ever* so deeply and he may never emotionally recover. he canonically has a family whom he loves, so people come down on that hard and say he's a real family man and he wants to have a family of his own and obviously he wants to settle down with zhongli and have zhongli's babies.

part 3: losing sight of canon

the further this ship goes, the further we stray from god. [8]

childe is now super rich and loves paying for other people's things, especially zhongli's (forgetting that the money he has was in fact part of his mission budget). the tag "battlesexual childe" is a sortable tag on ao3, but the zhongchi part of genshin has all but forgotten childe likes to fight. zhongli is now possessive to a borderline abusive degree, and childe likes being tied down (metaphorically) to his dragon husband (did i mention they're frequently and casually married? this is the erasermic[9] of genshin).

another side effect of being auto-married by the fandom is that it pushes the domesticity angle of zhongchi. you know, zhongli, an ex GOD OF WAR who COMMITTED GENOCIDE and a childe, a dude so obsessed with fighting that his own family couldnt handle him and shipped him off to the military at 14. them. domestic. what drugs are you on [10]

part 4: dragons

hey. why did so many people have to latch onto the dragon thing? on a personal note, i do not understand the appeal but have no room to judge. on a cultural note, zhongchi is DOING IT WRONG.

in canon, zhongli's "dragon form" is based off of chinese dragons[11]. which makes sense, since the place he's from, liyue, is modeled after china. genshin impact is created by mihoyo, a chinese company.

what im saying is a chinese company writing a chinese game with a character from fantasy china would NOT make this character a western dragon.

western dragons breathe fire, are very aggressive, collect hoards of gold, and are often depicted as greedy and possessive. eastern dragons not only look different, they're associated with water (rain) rather than fire, they're cultural symbols of prosperity and good luck, and they FOSTER HARMONY. i have exclusively seen zhongli's "dragon personality traits" modeled after western dragons, not eastern ones. like. yeah. i get it. the dragons the english half of the fandom is familiar with are western dragons. maybe they don't even know how eastern, and specifically chinese dragons, are different. but that doesnt make them any less INCORRECT.

and hey! seeing dragon eggpreg content makes me want to die[12]. there’s so much. i wish there was less much. this also further encourages the feminization of childe which is :\ must we keep returning the gender norms to fictional romantic relationships

part 5: the ripple effect

the zhongchi version of childe has escaped containment[13]. im unhappy about it. i always know it when i see it because childe is an insatiable uwu bottom who would rather have sex than have a street fight.

because this ship is so hellaciously popular, other childe ships are relatively rare[14]. anywhere you go, if someone is a fan of zhongli or childe, they probably also ship it. i never want to see another piece of zhongchi fanart again and yet, i soldier on. this is my curse. this is my burden. for childe, i must persevere.

in conclusion,

i dont have a conclusion actually i just hate zhongchi, thanks for coming to my ted talk

[1] those people are incorrect.

[2] i didnt look up this number even a little bit, but i feel in my heart that it is accurate.

[3] "only 10%? and you're calling it an epidemic?" yes. yes i am. "don't you think thats a little harsh?" you haven't seen what ive seen. you haven't suffered what ive suffered.

[4] sorry i know the childe section is like four times as long but i just don’t about zhongli like i do childe.

[5] yes i know it wasnt a meteor but this was written to be read fandom blind and ff7 altered my brain chemistry.

[6] Daft Punk, "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger", 2001

[7] there are, of course, bottom!zhongli works. the name for this ship is "chili" (dont get me started on the top/bottom dynamic wars within the same pairing, we'll be here all day and i will scream until i pass out). it's more difficult to use ao3 numbers to prove my point here, as i find the tagging of top/bottom dynamics on ao3 to be inconsistent. instead, i will use statistics on zerochan.net. at the time of writing, zerochan has 1,765 images tagged with "zhongchi" and 228 images tagged with "chili". (so, ~90% of the childe/zhongli ship on zerochan is marked as zhongchi, i.e. top!zhongli and bottom!childe.) should i be using only a single data point to definitively say that zhongchi is exponentially more popular than chili? no, i should not; that's what we call bad science. but it illustrates the skew in the dynamics and the clear fandom preference, and this is a rant post not a scientific study.

[8] to some degree, inaccurate fanonizations involving popular characters in a large fandom is inevitable. i understand this. i do not accept this.

[9] erasermic (aizawa shouta/yamada hizashi) is a popular fandom auto-married ship from boku no hero academia. im not a fan of erasermic either but at least it's existence hasn't left a permanent stain on the characterizations of either character.

[10] ok so maybe zhongli could do the domesticity thing given that he's working that mundane human angle, though it would take some effort and learning and guidance. but childe? a house husband? lol. lmao.

[11] to be specific, he's half-dragon half-qilin but everyone seems to forget the qilin part. this isn't unreasonable, given that my experience is with the english speaking part of the genshin fandom, and qilin isnt really a thing that shows up in english media. one time i was watching a cdrama with a friend and the subtitles said "he has a dragon tattoo!" and she started YELLING and we had to pause the show because it wasnt a gd dragon it was a QILIN and they are VERY DIFFERENT THINGs, and then i got a whole rant about how even a unicorn would be a closer translation than dragon and i had to look up qilin's on wiki to follow along with the rant. and thats how i know what a qilin is.

[12] i have a visceral cringe reaction to dragons now, thanks zhongchi. from my favorite beanie baby being scorch to this, how far i have fallen

[13] im sure the same is true for this fanon version of zhongli but i havent bothered to verify.

[14] @ chilumi shippers: ur cool, i like u, i also like ur art it's cute <3 but your fanfiction is not for me u_u

#writing #fandom analysis #as written by a childe main #genshin impact #mentions of sex #rant #childe #tartaglia #zhongli #not zhongchi friendly but not zhongli unfriendly #zhongli is fine #chilumi shippers i see u and you're doing great keep it up i just dont read m/f #woke up today and chose violence #i really did think about letting this stay in discord dms forever but i worked too hard on this argument to let it die in obscurity #might delete later we'll see if the fandom gets vicious #hopefully they will not! but i am kind of inviting bad karma by posting this #i think the flanderization of fictional characters within fandom using traits they NEVER POSSESSED is a really fascinating thing #from a sociological perspective #from a fandom perspective pls stop ur hurting me #fandom telephone

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Three years ago this week, I had a hysterectomy as part of a surgery to remove stage IV endometriosis that had taken over my body. The endo was so bad, my uterus, ovaries, and bowel were all adhered together in one large mass. My surgeon removed a large number of endo adhesions, cysts, and fibroids as well as removing my uterus, tubes, cervix, and one ovary.

It was unreal how even the immediate post-surgical pain was noticeably less than what my pain levels were beforehand. There's no cure for endometriosis, but the hysterectomy at least meant I would no longer have periods that caused me to black out from pain.

That alone was a huge bump to my quality of life. Unfortunately, endo is a relentless disease and within nine months of surgery, I started experiencing that well-known pain again.

I ignored it for as long as I could, not wanting to admit that it was back already, not wanting to go back to the non-stop appointments and scans, where my body belonged to the medical system.

Subconsciously, it was like if I didn't say it out loud, if I didn't seek treatment, it meant it wasn't real. I played wilful ignorance for nearly a year, but of course, while I was ignoring the endo, it was busy spreading.

The thing about endometriosis is, the only way to fully identify how bad it is, is to have surgery. Ultrasounds and MRIs can give an idea of what's going on, but surgery is the only way to medically dx it with certainty.

Surgeons can remove the adhesions, but that causes scar tissue and unfortunately, the more scare tissue you have, the more endo grows back. Even the most skilled surgeons can't remove every cell of endo in a patient.

How long it takes to come back varies by person, so I guess I just drew the short straw with only getting nine months of relief.

Luckily, there are some ways to manage the pain. I've been doing a chemical menopause treatment for about 18 months now. I get a monthly implant that stops my one ovary from producing hormones (which can make endo worse). And it's been LIFE CHANGING, to say the least.

This treatment has been SO effective on the pain, I mostly forget that I have endo at all. I rarely feel the pain, usually it's in the week leading up to my next injection when my implant is wearing off -- I feel it and the pain stops me in my tracks.

Lately, that pain comes earlier and earlier each month, and every month, the pain is worsening. I am terrified about what this all means. Usually, the treatment I'm on is only used for 6-9 months at a time. I'm already at 18 months, which I am grateful for. But even this isn't a long-term solution.

I'm so scared. I'm so scared of going back to the life I had before surgery. The life where I was in debilitating pain every day, the life where I was bed bound for weeks and months at a time, the life where my body belonged to the medical system, the life where I was always being poked, prodded, and scanned. The life where I made such regular visits to the emergency department, we had to keep a hospital go-bag at the ready.

I don't know what comes next. I don't see my gynae again until April and I desperately hope she says I can keep doing this treatment, because at least it manages the pain 80% of the time. But if I can't, if the long-term risks are too high and I have to come off this treatment, I don't know what I'm going to do.

I guess I'm posting about this to not only get this off my chest, but also so other people with endo might see it and know that you're not alone. This disease destroys lives and is a constant battle, but you're never alone. I see you. I'm so proud of you. All we can do is keep fighting. <3

#endometriosis #chronic illness #reproductive health #about me 2k24 #chronic illness life #rants

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I hope this message finds you well. I apologize for reaching out to you out of the blue, but I’m writing with a heavy heart and a plea for help.

My mother, who shares my love for plants and gardening, has been fighting cancer for nearly two years. Recently, we received devastating news: the cancer has spread, and she urgently needs surgery to remove her cervix.

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ive verified as far back as im willing to that this one is real, lads. reblogs come not just from the op like theyre scrolling from a tag but from a list of following (visible which makes it. shockingly easy to check.) and in timeframes spanning back at least a month by scrolling. not newly created plus nonalgorythmic means that this is likely real.

im really sorry that i dont know how much reach i can get you, but i can certainly try !

#so sorry if the intro comes off as judgy but i had to verify #ill be queuing this post for a few times a day

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trumpkinhotboy · 3 months

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After, and everything that comes with it

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x f!reader/katniss

Type: Not requested

Warnings: None. Mentions of war, loss, grief, and marriage (lol? but no religion talk!)

Requests are open for twilight, narnia and heartstopper

A/n: It's written in 2nd person pov so you may see it from Katniss' or as if you were in her place.

this little fic might be one of my favorite thing ive ever written and i hope you will love it too xx

(I suggest reading it with a novo amor playlist in the background)

“summary” : i have never written anything about the Hunger Games but i've been thinking about this little scenario, after the war has ended, and our victors can finally breathe and heal.

The war has been over for a few months now. Over is the pain, the betrayals, and the atrocities committed by both the Capitol and the rebels. Now, in their wake only lies the remnants of wounds they inflicted. Some days are heavier. Sometimes, you can barely breathe from the grief's steel grip on your organs. On other days, the pain feels like a distant pinch in your heart, and breathing is effortless. You feel almost totally secure.

Some part of you may never be able to let go of the debilitating fear of being thrown into an arena again, but with each passing day, you can make it disappear a little more.

The first months felt agonizingly long. Still, winter was over in a sigh of the cold wind. Soon, the sun, the leaves on trees, and the wildflowers bloomed again. To be alone and to be your true self without worrying about putting up an act was a liberation. Nonetheless, it also meant you were to carry the enormity of your grief all on your own.

That is until he came back.

You will always recall that day. You had just gotten back from a walk in the woods. You carried in your basket a few plants and berries you had picked up along the way. With your gaze on the ground, your thoughts waltzed around without any real center point. Until you saw him, he was walking outside his house, about to head back in. You didn't notice letting go of your basket. The sound it made as it crashed on the ground was barely registered, but he heard it. He turned around, his gaze searching for the source of the mysterious sound. You recognized the tense stance of his feet and shoulders. You saw it about a billion times. You would have had the same reaction in his situation. Soon, his eyes found you. Just like that, his body relaxed, his shoulders slumped, and a new expression appeared on his soft features.

"Peeta."

You sprinted for him, and all the air exited your lungs as you made contact with his body. He caught you as he always did with his strong arms wrapped around you, his hand going up in your hair as he whispered sweet nothings. From that day on, you were no longer alone.

You started having dinner together and went on walks. Peeta taught you how to plant a garden and make the best bread. You taught him how to recognize the good berries and plants in the forest and how to hunt. All things you never had the leisure to do because of the constant fear you lived in. It destroyed any other thought than eating, sleeping, working, and staying alive.

You had known each other in survival. You knew each other as fighters, victors, and players in a game that was so much larger than both of you. You now had the opportunity to know each other simply as you were.

With each passing moment spent together, it got harder to deny what had already been there. Stolen glances, warmth spreading in your fingers any time your hands touched. Butterflies in your stomach whenever he brought you flowers. You weren't fighting for your life anymore. You had space in your mind and body to fall in love, and you did oh so helplessly and effortlessly.

On one starry night, you shared your first kiss. You were so nervous, but once your lips touched, it all vanished, and you wondered why you had waited so long. Quickly, you decided to move away from your victor's houses. Start again together, farther in the meadow where no nightmares had ever taken shape.

That's where you awoke a year later. In a cozy little cottage you both built from your beaten hands. Your limbs caught in a tangle of fluffy blankets. The sun shone through your window, illuminating the room with honey-colored sunshine. You lazily patted around in your bed, searching for another warm body. Only to be met with cold emptiness. With a grunt, you turned on your side to face his. Your nose tickled with the touch of a few petals from a little bouquet of wildflowers gathered with a piece of string. A little note accompanied the gift.

'Meet me downstairs whenever you're ready sleepy girl x'

You couldn't hold the tilt of your lips as a smile spread on your face. You quickly got up, put on your nightgown, and headed downstairs with your little bouquet.

You immediately noticed the delicious aroma of freshly baked bread and took a second to appreciate the smell. Once you opened your eyes again, you eyed the table set with your best plates. Which really were old ones from the victors' houses, Peeta and you had handpainted. Another bouquet graced the table, and a pot of coffee was lazily fuming in the morning sun. You heard a few noises from outside and quietly headed for the back door. It was left open, its view set on Peeta's baking oven. He was oblivious to the world around him as he retrieved the current batch from the hot embers. He turned around, still focused on his precious bundles. When he finally noticed you, you were resting on the door with your arms crossed on your chest, a look not very far from adoration on your face.

"Good morning," you said as he flashed you a grin.

"Good morning," he answered with his deep voice.

He walked to you with both loaves of bread wrapped in a cloth. When he was within distance, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"And how are you this morning, my favorite baker?" you quietly asked before kissing his lips. What started as a soft kiss was deepened by the frenzy Peeta Mellark seemed to trigger in you even after all this time. You couldn't help it. Anytime you kissed him, you only wanted more. The innocent peck evolved into a kiss that made shivers dance on your skin, and butterflies swarm your belly. Once you separated, he finally answered, a little out of breath, "Definitely much better now."

You stared into each other's eyes and shared another little kiss before he guided you back inside. His hand was warm in yours as you squeezed it lightly. Once sitting down, you immediately filled your cup of coffee and took a big sip of the warm liquid. You uhmed in appreciation while Peeta uncovered both pieces of bread. The smell got richer. Amazingly, you noticed aromas you hadn't smelled in years.

"You made chocolate bread?" Your eyes went up a size as pure surprise illuminated your face.

"I might have," he added with a grin. "Isn't this your favorite?" Pride shone on the young man's face. Peeta Mellark was nothing if not a man who loved to spoil you with gifts. He was incredibly observant and reeled in finding out all the little things you adored to later give them to you.

"In what honor? That must have cost a fortune!" you still stared at him in disbelief. Cacao and chocolate were still rare products to get your hands on, even a year after the war had ended.

"This is a good occasion, I promise. Do you want to taste it?"

You nodded eagerly and couldn't contain a moan of appreciation from leaving your lips as he hand-fed you a piece of the delicious bread. Peeta certainly was a master at what he was doing.

"This is delicious. You know I am eternally grateful that you baked this. I don't quite know how you remembered this is my favorite thing in the world, but I really can't help but wonder why you decided to make this?"

He squeezed your hand and let out a shaky breath. Gone was the boyish grin on his lips.

"This past year has been great for me, for us. I am so happy with what we built together. My only wish is to keep this going."

You nodded with a small smile, still unsure of where he was getting at. "Through the games, you asked me to 'stay with you'. Until the end, that was the only thing that kept me going through everything we had to endure. I have no family anymore. You are my family now." The games and the war had taken everything from both of you. You suffered unbearable losses. Even if Peeta hadn't been very close to his family, you knew what it had taken from him to lose them. You cuddled his cheek with the palm of your hands. He instinctively leaned into the touch and took a breath before continuing. "I've always answered 'always', and this is a promise I intend to keep for the rest of my life."

He moved down from his chair to get on his knees, a pair of golden bands laid in the bottom of his palm.

"Peeta," you gasped.

"I know this is not much, this breakfast, the chocolate bread, this little cottage of ours. I know we don't have anyone to celebrate with us, but it doesn't matter to me. I want you to be my wife. I want to symbolize our promise and union with these rings. We've been through hell and back. I never thought I could have this life with you. Now that we do, I want to do anything to be as close to you as possible. These rings symbolize our love for each other. It symbolizes how we protect each other and will continue to do so forever. So if you accept it, I would love to give you this ring and be able to call you my wife. My partner. My other half."

Tears rolled down your cheeks. In the last few years, you have been solely living in survival. You were only trying to make it to the next day, trying to make money to buy food and clothes and take care of the ones you loved. Then, it had been the games and the war. Never once could you have imagined being in such a secure and safe place in your life that you could even consider being with someone, even more, marrying them. But this, this life you had been slowly building with Peeta, this haven you were creating, finally allowed you to entertain such things.

You looked at the man kneeling before you. This man with the purest heart. This man who had stayed kind and generous through it all. This man who felt like sunshine, homecooked meals, and wildflowers was all you would ever need.

You joined him on the ground, softly wrapping his shaking hands in yours.

"Will you be my wife? Will you stay with me?" he whispered.

Tears hung on to the line of his beautiful blond lashes. He was once more offering you everything he was and would ever be. Even after this year spent together and all the previous ones spent protecting each other and clumsily hiding your feelings, he looked so unsure, so vulnerable. Still, his eyes carried so many emotions and love. All for you to cherish and protect for the rest of your life.

"Always."

#the hunger games #hunger games #peeta mellark #peeta mellark fic #peeta mellark fluff #fluff #katniss everdeen #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games fic #hunger games fic

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bonnvivre · 3 months

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a funny thing- ch 24/25 word dump

WUAHAHAHA 4AM BABEY YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

i’ve been cookin low and slow with this one and i mean real slow like. too slow . as in 2 weeks later whoops

this one’s a real doozy so grab a snack

FIRST PAGE ON THE GOSUKU TAG WHEN YOU SORT BY KUDOS LETS GOOOOOOO major rweiser W

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ch 24

thinking abt yuuji flying down the sidewalk and megumi becoming the equivalent of a flag whipping behind him pls yuuji not everyone can keep up 😭

fred says fuck

mmmmmm crunchy cookies i love me some egg shell

yeah with cooking, you can play around with the measurements and adjust along the way, but baking is whole different beast :[ i made creme brulee for our new year dinner, my first time baking actually, and i was terrified the entire process cus one wrong step and its over (they turned out good in the end, though i wanted to leave it in the fridge longer)

sukuna and uraume on the same wavelength love that

daww megumi just be a kid its okay

gojo’s nicknames for toji PLS father-fushi and fraidy-guro

hehehe he technically called sukuna pretty ,, i agree

LMAOOOOO AINT NO WAYY OFC HE SABOTAGED HIM

i feel like toji would actually do well in getting sales (if he had the proper cookies) considering he’s “a pro at freeloading off women” which leads me to believe he’s got hella charisma .

“Fushiguro stops just before the table, one hand balled into a fist so tight, the muscles of his arm are easy to see, flexing dangerously beneath his skin.” uwwheheheerhfbud sorry

OH SHT THE GIRLIES ARE FIGHTING YOOOOOOOO AND SUKUNA JUMPING IN FOR GOJO ???? in front of the kids in a school fundraiser is crazy lmao

pinky

gojo taking bets on who’s gonna win reminded me of mei mei betting on the gojo-sukuna fight

i had a crazy amount of secondhand embarrassment going thru that hhhhhh yknow that feeling when you just wanna curl up and cover ur eyes and you’re fighting to even look back ? yeaaaaa

“Hurting people is bad. And you’re not bad!” ohh yuuji ughhh he has no idea of what sukuna was before, that he’s done more than hurt people .. children really only see the side of their parents that they’ve allowed to show them. it’s why kids usually think the highest of them, so yuuji saying that sukuna’s not bad gets me cus he’s known and seen only the best of him. but it makes me feel gooey inside cus, while everyone else sees the former king of curses, yuuji sees his dad and when he does eventually find out, he’ll still always be his dad before anything else (does this make sense i hope it makes sense im trying to make my thoughts coherent)

oh hey they’re talking abt it !

I GASPED OH MY GOD PLEAS EOLASOE APLEAS EPLAS EPALEAPSLEAPSH NOOOOOOOOO FFGGHGBBVV HITTING MY BED GRFGHJVNGRRAAGGHHFEG

im being tortured i thinj you’re trying to kill me here this is the worst case of edging ive ever had in my life (no not like that)

post-chapter notes:

IM ALREAYD RIOTING YASTOP BLUE BALLING ME

id read real housewives of jujutsu sorcery

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GRADE 1 ?? AS IN ONE ?? AS IN O N E ?? AS IN, YUUJI IS NO LONGER A PRESCHOOLER

when you said small time-skip, i thought you meant a few months later . i was wrong

aight time to update the time board: yuuji’s in first grade so he’s 6 yrs old, we’re in 2013 now (i think), gojo is 24 yrs old 23 yrs old (chap takes place during summer, bday not passed yet)

it’s 2013, he can get a 3ds now :D im gonna get him on smash bros . OR KID ICARUS UPRISING IT SHOULD BE OUT ALREADY

they should totally name the potential pet after me (jk)

OKAYYYY THATS A START HE KISSED HIM ON THE HEAD !! WE’RE GETTING SOMEWHERE :O now go lower. preferably on the li

oh yeah yeah definitely not together whatever helps you sleep at night man

im gonna need the bad bitches birthday bash one-shot someday with the way shoko’s bringing it up

the fact gojo’s heard the threat so many times before that he can finish it and brush it off

CANDY CRUSH !!?!??

AWWWWWW THATS ADORABLE ;____; sukuna wanting to do something to surprise gojo’s first day as a teacher and yuuji suggesting to make a cake cus he knows his daddy loves sweets AND they spent the whole day prepping awawawawaw so cutee

they called on uraume for help too LOL poor them

yuuji being a snitch HA i can’t help but think of my siblings

you can’t be serious gojo, not after that? people also don’t usually sleep and cuddle the homies cmon man

mother is mothering and mother is leading the herd (no but i love how he adapted to the role very easily, likely to prior experience)

whuh the fundraiser was last year ? am i overthinking the timeframe … ok im back after going thru the calendar that makes sense 👍 carry on wait hold on first semester of first grade ended so they’re on break ... summer break ?? unless this is going off of a different schooling system (oh yeah duh japan lol)

ohhh please let them meet mama-guro i can imagine the absolute shock on their faces trying to comprehend how someone like toji managed to marry someone like her 😭 bonus points if toji is much more softer around her too and the sheer whiplash of seeing him having ANY sort of loving side is enough to send gosuku into a spiral

“It’s exactly the type of thing Sukuna would never be caught dead wearing, which means Satoru must do all in his near-infinite power to make him wear it.” real

THESE THREE ARE RIDICULOUS LMAOOOOOO sorry kids your fathers are busy trying to one-up each other

“But, then again, these are just go-karts; how much damage could he really do?” famous last words before disaster

oh no

hey sukuna’s living life at least he’s having fun and that’s all that matters 🥰

not the pyramid projectiles

CONICAL AMMO !?$&7)-)26 MARIO KART IRL GONE WRONG oh my god its too late for this i need to sleep

OH MY GOD ??????

WHADDYA MEAN THEY’RE GONE ??????

post chap notes:

what just happened

no really what jusr happened

the amount of times i’ve said oh my god throughout the entire go-kart scene i was clutching my pearls

he recreates his reign in the silliest ways, all while wearing nice little red bow :3

nah i get it the entire first arc was dedicated to how messed up he was abt suguru so i understand the doubts but they’ve also near kissed multiple times .. unless they were super down with kissing the homies

“I sure hope nothing bad has happened to them...” STOP

#i spent a good chunk of time trying to figure out the time frame help #i was thoroughly entertained throughout ch 25 #AYE BUT GO-KARTING IS AN EXTREME COMPETITIVE SPORT THO #mario kart can bring out the worst in ppl #ok sleepinfh now gn #a funny thing happened on the way to therapy #for weiserr #lai’s word dump n thoughts #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gosuku #sukugo

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hi its same anon, we r at 7k now im gonna post it when its done i prommy 😘 *brushes the dust off that empty ao3 acc* i literally haven't had brainrot like this in months. YOUR WRITING AWAKENED EVRRYTHING IN ME. im on the edge of my SEAT for your next update, ive read and re-read many of your works, in FACT ive discovered that i was ALSO a fan of your bnha work too (midoriya and shinsou my loves) and IM STILL NOT OVER THE FACT THAT YOURE THE SAME PERSON.

your prose is- oml its delicious. i can tell you really pour your heart and fucking soul into it its so good. the only thing i love more than whump is softness and comfort and you DELIVER ALL OF THESE THINGS IN SPADES WITH SUCH GRACE AND TALENT !!! SHRIEKS LIKE BIRD OF PREY

MAN I HAVENT SEEN SOMEONE FROM THE BNHA CROWD IN AN AGE HOLY SHIT, YOU DESERVE THE VETERAN'S DISCOUNT

this is so insanely flattering, tysm!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺 this really made my night, these are such deeply kind things to say!!!!!!! I do feel bad that real life has gotten so in the way of my next update-- im actively working on the chapter, its just fighting me like crazy rn LOL

But just for you heres a little sneak peek of the very beginning :]

Obviously subject to change, but its been like 3 months u guys deserve a preview 😭😭😭😭 thank you anon your commentary is so sweet and makes me feel SO motivated to keep working!!! Im really glad you like hunger au so much (and my other works as well, omg !!! djdhejrnd yeah okay that has to be jarring to find out you already know my other works, esp since i rebranded a few years back to this current username :] ) i cant wait to see what youve written once you post it!!!!

#shouting speaks #asks #hunger au #compliments #ive had like maybe one other person recognize me from my bnha days and its my friend niamh SKDBKANSSJ #so this is always SUPER funny to me #equally funny when ppl realize im the guy who is first in kudos in msa fandom SJDBSKSNSN #<- still in shock abt that btw. holy shit #my snippets #txt

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nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105 · 4 months

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Possibilities

Keegan Russ Fanfic

TW: Mentions Death, Delirium, Depression, Starvation. Mentions Blood.

Angsty Fanfic

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"It's been approximately 2 months since they gave me the news of your death. Now I sit in my room looking out the window. I was put on medical leave for the time being until further notice."

"Why do I do this to myself?"

"Oh yeah that's right because you promised me you would come home."

"At least now I can be alone and not have everyone on the fucking TF ask me if I'm okay and if I want to talk about it."

"it"

"Fucking It"

"Just leave me alone Keegan"

"You're not real. You're dead"

"You died two months ago."

"You're just a figment of my imagination"

"Don't talk like that Kid, I'm here with you."

Keegan walked towards her kneeling down in front of her chair. Reaching out to touch her face, he stroked her face.

Tilting his head he gazed at her with a confused scowl on his face. Retracting his hand he sighed loudly.

"Please look at me kid. I promised you I would never leave you alone."

"yeah, you promised.........but you're dead."

"leave me alone. Go haunt someone else."

"don't talk like that kid"

Shuffling in her chair she continued to look out the window. Sighing softly wiping away the tears that fell onto her cheeks. Sniffling softly hiding her face with her sleeves. Pale cheeks, dry mouth, her weak frail body recovering slowly from the bruises she had from her past injuries.

In her delirious state she started to sing softly.

"so if you really want to know"

"when I'm away from you"

"I'm happier then ever"

"wish I could explain it better"

"please don't talk like that."

Keegan sighed heavily with tears falling down his cheeks onto his mask. He stood up balling his fist up walking away he passed a mirror only to catch his reflection.

"This can't be"

Touching his chest he saw the blood that covered his chest and stomach. His mask covered in tiny speckled burns.

"what happened to me"

"you died and it was my fault. I didn't make it in time. If I had turned back I would have stopped the RPG from hitting the house you were taking cover in."

"I lost you Keegs. It's all my fault."

"You promised me that we would walk away from this life and start new away from all the fighting and gore. Just me and you."

"why did I have to live. I should've gone with you."

"My wings have been clipped."

"Now look at me. I'm wasting away sitting in my room watching meaningless TV while they buried you."

"Why does it hurt so much when you fall in love.

Keegan looked down at his gloved hands. looking back to her. Those beautiful eyes that held her heart of gold was now replaced with emptiness and darkness.

"why can't I remember that day."

"I don't know Keegs."

"leave me be. Go haunt someone else."

"I can't watch you leave, not again."

"I don't want to watch you leave. But I can't promise you that I'll not starve myself."

Looking down at her bandaged hands she couldn't cry anymore. She had been crying since day one. Now it's been two months. In her vegetative state she had an IV line connected to her left arm. Feeling the cold shivers running up her spine that gave her comfort in a way that she couldn't explain.

"Sparrow.....baby please look at me....... Please"

"Please look at me...."

"Leave me alone!"

"You're Dead! Its All In My Head!"

Keegan stopped calling to her. He stood in silence. Looking down at the white tile floors he exhaled loudly.

"I'll be here. I'm gonna be here when you need me"

Meanwhile Outside Her Room.

"Captain here's her chart."

Doctor Adams handed Captain Price her chart.

"How has she been Doc?"

Price look over her chart reading line for line. Her psychiatric evaluation was blank. She's unresponsive to all the test and refuses treatment.

"Not good, she's progressively getting worse in this state. She stopped talking. She's becoming more and more delirious. She is starting to have an ongoing conversation alone."

With a heavy sigh Doctor Adams pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Looking into her room he saw her sitting in front of the window with her IV stand beside her chair.

"She finally snapped Captain. This kind of loss in soldiers is very common."

"Does she have any family."

Looking to Captain Price he waited patiently for him to answer.

"No, the TF is the closest thing she has to family."

Exhaling silently Price watched her sit in her room. Looking back to Doctor Adams he chewed his inner cheek thinking what to say. He thought carefully about what to say.

"Captain this isn't gonna get any better anytime soon, she needs to be on constant round the clock care. Dealing with this kind of trauma isn't easy."

"Look Doc, I'm gonna say this as polite as possible."

"People like us put our lives on the line for people like you to go home to your loves ones and go to bed without fear in the world that what ever war that is happening out there doesn't come through your door or windows."

"Men and Women like her make those sacrifices."

"Stick to what you know Moppet"

Price entered the room. Looking around her bare white room. The only color that stood out was dead wilted flowers and her comforter that covered her bed.

She sat in her chair in front of the window staring outside. Clearing his throat she didn’t a knowledge his presence.

“Sparrow”

“Don’t call me that, Please”

Holding back her tears, and sobs biting down on her fist she swallowed thickly and harshly. Her sniffles echoed in the room.

“Okay”

Price took his hat off looking down. Thinking about what he was gonna say to her. Licking his lips he exhaled softly.

“He use to call me that. It’s just Mara now”

"Mara"

"It's been a while since I called you by your real name."

Price walked towards the window. Looking outside before him is the hospital court yard full of flowers a few nurses and patients.

"Why are you here Captain?"

"I don't want your condolences. I can't listen to another person say his name or talk about him."

"Nothing you guys say to me is new. Nothing New."

"Spare me the memories of him. I can't go through that again."

Mara stood up quickly tears filling her eyes. Taking a step forward she grabbed Captain Price. Her feeble body shivered with pain. Price held her frail body in his arms. Feeling her body tremble she started to cry in his arms. Feeling her tears soak into his shirt he held her close to his chest. Patting her back he consoled her till she fell asleep in his arms.

"Mara I will do what I can to help you."

"Sparrow, look at me please. I promised you I will always be with you. I'm not going anywhere."

"Baby please for me. Please let someone help you. I can't stand by while you're wasting away and I can't help you."

"Sparrow my girl please"

"You'll always be my girl."

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foster-the-moths · 1 year

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fuck it tmc headcannons (aka me projecting SO HARD). only cesar and jonah (and a bit of adam) for rn i have more for the others but ive been thinking abt these guys recently.

cesar (&mark):

-i see a lot of headcannons like 'mark is introverted and cesar is extroverted' and i raise to you: cesar is very charismatic and everyone wants to talk to him but he does NOT like social situations At All. everyone just decided he was cool and interesting and they wanted to hang out with him and he has no clue whats going on.

-usually his voice is very flat and monotone. if mark didn't question the vol 1 call then i think thats just how cesar talks most of the time.

-mark and cesar were the most dumbass friends in existence the minute they make eye contact all common sense is Gone. they would go to the gas station, chug a bunch of sodas and throw rocks at the cans. one time mark decided it would be a great idea to bring his deagle and they got in SO much trouble. the cops were called mark legitimately thought his life was over it was not good night for either of them.

-cesar would like reptiles he would catch a snake in a field and try to show mark and mark would scream at him. one time he picks up a rattlesnake bc he thought it was a regular snake and long story short mark has to drive him to the er

-i think he also knows how to cook, but hes REALLY good at baking its one of his hobbies :]

jonah:

-burnt out gifted kid that got really hyped up as being a genius when he was young and got all these expectations put on him (ESPECIALLY since his dad is a lawyer) so when he didnt meet those expectations he crashed and burned

-hes really smart but also very 'slow' at things so he just. embraced the 'dumb' persona bc its less pressure to fail if you're already expected to do so (i am projecting so hard dont look at me okay)

-he also started to do really badly in school around highschool and once his peers noticed he basically became an outcast. adam is like. his one real friend. (which just makes vol 2/4 even more fucked up)

-i think he likes rap but also the most ridiculous pop songs. he will NOT play anything other than lady gaga or songs abt drugs and murder theres no inbetween.

-never learned how to cook never intends to he eats the most atrocious 'meals' he can conjure. i am talking instant ramen with crushed up flaming hot cheetos and melted string cheese like ACTUALLY revolting. adam is even worse he puts an unpeeled banana between two slices of bread and chows down.

adam:

-very volatile emotions. if something sets him off he does not know how to regulate his emotions and gets a bit wacky, silly if you will (he's gotten multiple detentions for getting into fights)

-other than that the only time he feels really strong emotions is when he's hunting alternates, its like an adrenaline rush for him.

i'll post more later but this is whats been rattling around in my head for weeks and months.

#tmc

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