#it's not fair. because he does everything in his power to support me and make me feel loved

[alastors-antlers]

Why Alastor is good aroace rep after all, written by an aroace

Hello all! I just want to start off this post by saying that I'm one person who definitely doesn't speak for all aroaces, but I wanted to make a post on this anyway, and maybe some folk would be interested in hearing out another perspective?

I'm not really caught up on everything that's been said over the course of HH's creation - only more recent interviews, since I'm pretty new to the fandom. Apologies if I've missed anything, but also I do not have the time to keep up with all the out-of-canon-material backstory unfortunately. I'm working with what we've got here.

So here's the thing:

Alastor is cruel, he's narcissistic, he doesn't care about anyone except himself, he's a serial killer and a monster.

(That's the argument I've heard - please tell me if that's not really what people are going for lol, in which case I've totally misunderstood?)

The issue with aroace rep when it paints asexual people with those traits is that it aims to dehumanizes them. Sex and love are essential to the human experience, right? So why wouldn't someone be interested? Because they're self-absorbed, and cold, and detached. They don't have the capacity to love others enough to feel romance.

And sure, Alastor is a killer, and a schemer, and prideful, and a monster by hell's standards. But no matter how above it all and stylish and in control and provocative he wants to be, he's a very human character, and his aroace-ness never serves to add to his alienation. You could even say that it makes him seem even more personable.

That's what I think is the key difference.

why he's human

Alastor's whole persona is about control, and he basically straight-up says this. He's controlling what his enemies know, what his public image is like. His goal is to be the Radio Demon -- overlord of Hell, charismatic, Machiavellian, and undefeatable. He's not. Despite that smile plastered over his face (a powerful tool, huh) he's so expressive for someone who's constantly pretending.

You see his exasperation with the Egg Bois and with Charlie's ranting; his nervousness in front of Zestial; his frustration with Lucifer and the petty lengths he goes to to piss off the ruler of Hell.

You see his desperation, making that deal with Charlie. He's surprised by the idea of being vulnerable in front of an enemy like Adam, and so close to danger. He drops the radio filter and the affect out of fear, and runs on broadcast TV to let out panic and anger and bitterness in his hideout, where no one else can see him.

He has a smile that tells us he's genuinely happy to see someone; it's a little wider than his default. You see it with Mimzy's greeting, you see it with Rosie. Rosie, especially, serves to make Alastor more human to the audience. More on this later, but for now, I'm just saying that you can see that he at least seems to respect her greatly. Whatever bond they have, we know that he trusts her to touch him, to share history with him, and with support that he trusts no one else for.

He pretends, but he can't pretend it all away. Loads of these emotions aren't even advantageous for him to show. It isn't necessarily how the typical asexual psychopath acts; he's not emotionless or only capable of anger or brutality.

He's so full of emotion that it leaks through, despite all that he does to avoid it. He's not inhuman and aloof, not really - he's so, so human, even when he tries not to be because he thinks that'll be what keeps him above all the rest. In control, and free from his chains.

(If anyone wants to see images about all this, I'll make a separate post - just let me know.)

(I also have another post, talking about why Alastor is at least a little attached to the hotel's residents too, shown via conversation with Niffty. In what way? different question.)

how the aroace part contributes to that

Now, to be fair, we don't hear much about his aroaceness in canon. It's just not relevant a lot of the time.

In the pilot, Angel's proposition ruffles his feathers so much that Alastor blanks for a moment. It's a joke, sure, but that ace panic face is a pretty popular Alastor moment in the fandom - Alastor, thrown off-balance by a sex joke of all things, after so many years in Hell that he should probably be used to this.

It's a moment that makes him more approachable; his aroaceness shows him unprepared for something someone else does for one of the only real moments in the whole episode.

And the other part: the ace in the hole statement.

Rosie apparently knows Alastor so well that she read that he's aroace. That tells us about their relationship; namely, that it is long-standing and genuine enough that she gleaned a piece of real information from him. It's a casual fact that she knows about him before he even figured it out himself. It lends legitimacy to their bond - this bond that shows us a more comfortable and warm side of Alastor that we don't often see.

If their relationship is purely business, isn't this something pretty frivolous and personal? It's not like he has anything to gain by telling her about his life, but she learned about it somehow. How close are they? That's where it adds a layer of complexity and personality to his character..

thoughts on representation

Overall, Alastor's an interesting character who has a level of depth and care and personality (outside of cruelty) that asexual psychopath tropes lack. Again, the moments where he's being represented as disinterested in sex or romance don't make him seem detached. Again, they don't say "look how hostile toward relationships his behaviour is - how separate he is from our humanity". That's what bad villain ace rep is. That's not what the show's doing.

Also: I'm not saying that we need to lower our standards or anything, but even if you think it's not the best rep, I feel like we should be supporting HH's efforts here. I know that on Tumblr we have a pretty queer-friendly space going, which is honestly an understatement lol but

Aces are incredibly underrepresented in fiction. There's a whole Wikipedia page about asexual characters in media, and it's short as all hell, and even if you consider what's on there you see quite a number of one-off characters who are never mentioned again.

In terms of real life business - before the DSM updated their definition of hypoactive sexual desire disorder (HSDD) in 2013, identifying as asexual wasn't even a recognized thing. If you talked to a clinician about your lack of sexual desire, you could be diagnosed with a disorder. Only in the 5th edition do we now have a little exclusion footnote about it.

The concept of asexuality hasn't been explored nearly as much as other queer identities in our scientific research. We get crumbs in terms of mainstream representation and understanding. House M.D. has an episode where House "disproves" us because he's just so smart.

Alastor isn't going to be perfect representation. There's no such thing as perfect representation, and from the moment he was conceptualized, you could see how people would take him poorly. Still, I think he's a net positive.

He isn't a side character or a token ace - he's a core part of the show, whose personality and character motivations we can reasonably presume are going to be explored much more deeply in upcoming season(s). He's loved by the fandom. Right now, given what we know, I trust Vivziepop to write the aroace representation he deserves, because with the way I've heard the cast/directing/etc. talk about him, they're trying to do the aroace community justice, so I wish people would let up just a little on the whole "Alastor is bad rep".

Let's give him a chance, all right?

#hazbin hotel #aroace alastor #alastor analysis #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel spoilers #asexual #asexuality #hazbin alastor meta #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin #alastor #hazbin meta #hazbin analysis

[cat-hesarose]

Izzy Hands and broken promises

Now that I've had a day to digest the ending, I'm still in the "Izzy should have lived" camp but can better understand why it soured an otherwise great season finale for me.

Keep reading if you like rants about storytelling and queer catharsis from people with a Bachelor degree's worth of overconfidence and strong opinions.

Bar a handful of icks (Zheng Yi Sao getting outsmarted by Ricky, etc), I loved this season and don't see a wealth of problems that would not have been solved by two additional episodes. That said, Izzy's death is one of the things I can't see making any more sense if they had more time to explore his journey because his journey is what problematizes djenk's stated reasoning for his death.

In that one interview (and to be fair, we only have a brief window into his intentions as of right now), djenks positions Izzy as two things, specifically to Ed: a mentor and a father figure. And yeah, mentor figures often die. Their student surpasses them, or acquires a new narrative drive from their mentor's death to continue a quest.

Neither of these things feel like a fit for Izzy and Ed's dynamic nor their respective arcs. Neither does "father figure". Izzy was a love interest. He was described as a love interest. He confessed love to Edward. His mentor relationship was more established with Stede, if anything, who is an unreliable narrator and may well have been lying about Edward claiming that Izzy taught him everything he knows.

The journey that Izzy went on this season was parallel to Ed and Stede but it was with the crew. It's one big queerplatonic love story essentially, of him finding himself as an individual through the support they give and the space they hold for him. Season 2 Izzy Hands is, among other things, a love letter and showcase of the queer community's power to revive hope and purpose.

Izzy has the world's messiest breakup with Ed when they're both at their worst, and his healing begins with the crew of the Revenge. He only interacts with Ed again after bonding with, and growing through, the crew. So yes, it absolutely makes sense that his journey would proceed towards making peace with/saying goodbye to "Blackbeard". But it does not make sense that it would end there, with his death.

Djenks says that they're pirates, and people die. And yeah they do. But in the hand-wavy logic universe of OFMD it feels dismissive to say that about the death of a major character. And odds are, David "Izzy is my favourite character" Jenkins is not dismissive of Izzy, so that leaves tragedy.

My issue with that is, season 2 Izzy is no longer an innately tragic character. If you told me at the end of season 1 that season 2 would end with Izzy dying in Edward's arms telling him to go forth and change and accept love, I would've gone "that's sad but it makes sense." Because it would have, at the time. Season 2 Izzy departed from the trappings (so I thought) of the doomed fate of the bitter old repressed grimdark pirate when he put on the gold-painted wooden hoof and embraced his new role as First Mate of Stede Bonnet's gay floating kindergarten.

His death feels like a betrayal because, in a show that does queer characters Really Well, Izzy's arc feels like a broken promise. To say nothing of the politics of having a character attempt suicide, begin to heal, then say "I want to go" before dying, I wanted Izzy to want to live. It really felt like that was where his character was going, where his character was supposed to go.

Death for a character who is showing all this potential is only a natural ending in a tragedy. It isn't presented as peaceful or to punctuate another character's growth. Season 2 Izzy Hands had ceased to be reliant on and subject to Blackbeard. If anything, he was tied to the crew, who all stood back and felt much more removed from his death than they probably would have been if the show had more time to show their emotional responses. Having him die in Ed's arms, apologising for fueling Ed's destructive tendencies and encouraging him to be himself and accept love, feels like he got shunted off his new arc and back onto the old one. It feels like he went through all of that just to take a last-minute huge step back and re-subjugate himself to this character who does not reciprocate his devotion.

It makes me wonder if his death scene was one of the first ones written, before all that energy was spent giving him a new life and new connections and new, you know, new reason to live.

Anyway, that's how I feel about it. TL;DR Izzy's growth should have included LIVING HIS HARD-WON NEW LIFE and if I ever see djenks i'm going to cross the road and avoid eye contact.

#ofmd #ofmd meta #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers #izzy hands #storytelling #comedy and tragedy #why yes i am participating in #discourse #media literacy #fandomposting #stede and izzy should have fucked

[restinslices]

MK1 x Winter Soldier Reader Intros

Me not writing only about the Lin Kuei Bros? Who would've thought. Idk why I thought of this but here we are. For those not into Marvel the simplest way to explain TWS is he was in the Army in the 50s then he was injected with the super soldier serum and forced to become an assassin with over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years. You're not a white guy named James “Bucky” Barnes, you just hold the title. Also you got a metal arm, it’ll make sense later-

Kung Lao: You’re a Winter Soldier? 

Y/N: I am The Winter Soldier 

Kung Lao: Ugh, more training?

Y/N: Do you expect to get better through sheer luck?

Kung Lao: I take it Liu Kang doesn’t allow assassins to be Earthrealm’s champion?

Y/N: Assassins and failures, such as yourself

 

Kung Lao: How do I become a Winter Soldier?

Y/N: You don’t 

Raiden: It is an honor to be trained by you 

Y/N: As is to train Earthrealm’s champion 

Raiden: I can’t imagine going through what you have 

Y/N: Good. You’ll save yourself nightmares

 

Y/N: Sometimes I worry I’m not a good person

Raiden: You are a good person through and through

 

Y/N: I wish I had lightning powers

Raiden: I wish I had your metal arm

(These rabid dogs behind him-)

Liu Kang: I hoped your life would be better this time

Y/N: Why hope when you had the power to change it and didn’t?

Y/N: You let my life go down this path?

Liu Kang: I cannot control everything

 

Y/N: You let me be a part of Earthrealm’s defenses, why? Pity?

Liu Kang: Because you are a capable warrior who deserves more in life

Liu Kang: Do you doubt my care for you?

Y/N: You expect me to still believe our friendship is real?

Y/N: I am not playing an assassin in your movie

Johnny: Aw, but you have tons of experience 

Johnny: How much for the arm?

Y/N: Not for sale

(That debt kicking his ass)

Johnny: Your life could make an amazing movie

Y/N: You’ll become a real victim if I see it

Johnny: Over two dozen assassinations but a date with me would ruin you?

Y/N: If I had to pick between being a mindless assassin and dating you, I’d put my mask back on

Kenshi: Wanna trade predicaments?

Y/N: A blindfold looks much better on you

 

Kenshi: Have you ever fought a blind swordsman?

Y/N: Not sure it’d be fair to count it as a fight

 

Y/N: I too understand the need for a new life 

Kenshi: Perhaps that is why we are such good friends

 

Kenshi: Planning on giving me a hand?

Y/N: I don’t think you’d see it coming

Y/N: And they call me The Winter Soldier 

Bi-Han: Jokes will not help you win this fight

 

Bi-Han: You have not a shred of hope against the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster

Y/N: Your ego is what’ll knock you down in the end

 

Bi-Han: You won’t have the element of surprise with me

Y/N: Oh Bi-Han, I’ll be the last thing you see before you die 

Bi-Han: You alone won’t take the Lin Kuei down

Y/N: I’ve taken a whole country down in one night. Excuse me for not being scared

Kuai Liang: I am glad to have your support 

Y/N: You always will

 

Y/N: Are you willing to kill Bi-Han if he does not back down?

Kuai Liang: I am not sure

Y/N: Liu Kang could’ve made all our lives better and chose not to

Kuai Liang: You have to believe in his judgment

 

Kuai Liang: Liu Kang is not your enemy 

Y/N: He is certainly not our friend

Y/N: I’ve heard you’re a great fighter 

Tomas: I’ve heard the same about you

 

Tomas: You look great for 106 years old

Y/N: God, you gotta stop hanging around Johnny

 

Tomas: Why still defend Earthrealm if you’re so angry?

Y/N: The same reason you do; the need to protect is bigger than anger

Tomas: Why’d I have to hit Madam Bo and not you?

Y/N: I’m left/right handed and that’s the metal one soooo…

"I'm gonna write angst soon" *proceeds to write dumb Marvel x Mortal Kombat shit* I could've looked for gifs when they clash but my tumblr is actually so glitchy, if I did that I'd Kate Marsh. Also disclaimer. I should be writing Liar pt 3 and I have some of it written but I'm fr not having fun with it. For whatever reason it's just not making me happy like Mortal Kombat is. And as a bitch who has bad depression and that shit gets alarmingly bad during this time of year, uhhh I don't wanna do something that's not making me happy. I'm not tryna go to another hospital so Imma put off writing it until I'm having fun. Who knows, maybe that'll be next week. But yeah, that's for the Shadow and Bone fans here. Also also a fanfic, oneshot, drabble, whatever the fuck about being with Liu Kang (or being friends) and thinking your relationship is fake because as your creator he must've forced it to happen (he didn't but ya know). Am I cooking 'cause I feel like I am.

#mortal kombat x marvel #mk1 #mk1 intros #mk1 2023 #kung lao #kung lao mk1 #kung lao mk1 intro #mortal kombat 1 #raiden mk1 #raiden mk1 intro #liu kang #liu kang mk1 #liu kang mk1 intro #johnny cage #johnny cage mk1 #johnny cage mk1 intro #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi mk1 #kenshi takahashi mk1 intro #bi han #bi han mk1 #bi han sub zero #bi han mk1 intro #kuai liang #kuai liang scorpion #kuai liang mk1 #kuai liang mk1 intro #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada smoke #tomas vrbada mk1

[hazelnut-u-out]

Thoughts on Rick Prime :3

I’ve gotten two of these for Prime, so I’m going for two in one here! :p

Prime is such an interesting character to me. Not only is there so much we don’t know, but there’s so much we do know that only makes everything seem that much more twisted.

One of the first things I always think of when it comes to Prime is how he’s a literal child-killer and presumably feels nothing? I mean, he knows his own daughter is dead and couldn’t give two shits about it. I would also like to know more about the canon between Rick and Diane to get a full picture of what happened there. I’m one of the supporters of the theory that Rick and Prime were definitely fucking— and it’s obviously spicier with an affair. There’s just more motive there, too. It doesn’t matter if we think he meant to kill C-137 (since he was in the garage where the bomb dropped when Prime left, to be fair) or that he meant to kill Beth and Diane. That’s pretty personal either way…

I also like to think that Prime wasn’t an unfeeling monster, but more like a tortured ‘other woman.’ His whole speech is about getting C-137 to admit that Prime meant something to him. He wasted his dying breath on trying to get that admission. If you view it like that, it’s even pretty sad on Prime’s part. You have to feel pretty worthless to need someone’s validation to make you feel powerful.

It also makes sense as to why he’s so fixated on Diane (even more than other Ricks, in my opinion!). He literally lives in her shadow. He’s built his legacy in her name. She meant so much to him that he killed her everywhere, forever. That’s pretty romantic, coming from a Rick… At the end of the day, none of the Ricks seeking him out are doing so because he’s just badass in his own right. No. It’s still about her. No matter what he does, she’ll always haunt him. Prime can never outrun Diane.

Diane is the only thing C-137 can’t replace, and the only thing Prime can’t get rid of.

You can see how twisted his psyche is, and I’d love to play around with his thoughts some more. Tbh I need to write some Prime fics…

#thanks for the ask! #rick and morty #asks #(P.S. I ate your home anon but it wasn’t that good. Could’ve used more salt.)

[wisteria-cherry]

in which you have an argument, but you’re not sure what to do

“i can’t believe you! peter, that was personal!” you groan, dragging a hand down your face.

“i’m sorry, okay?”

“some apology!”

“how was i supposed to know?” peter frowned.

“it’s not exactly something you want go around telling everybody!” you snap.

“it was james too!”

“and i’m pissed off at him, too!” you exclaim. “why is it so hard to keep a secret, merlin!” you whirl around on your heel, storming off. your destination: the library, where sirius and remus, the less problematic marauders, were studying. by studying, of course, you meant that remus was trying to tutor sirius but sirius (ironically) didn’t take anything seriously.

you storm into the library, making a beeline for the two boys. you’re about ten feet away when you stop. you just had an argument. you’re mad at two of their best mates. and you’re coming to them for support? would they support you? they’d take the side of their closer friends.

sirius looked up and broke into a grin.

“hey, over here, love!” he called, waving you over. remus looked up and made eye contact with you before frowning. he could tell something was up.

you turn away. you don’t want to cause a rift in their friend group— your friend group. and you definitely didn’t want to cause any more drama that already ensued in the day to day life of the marauders— sirius being melodramatic, james pining for lily, peter insisting he do everything james does. at least remus wasn’t dramatic.

you make your way to the gryffindor common room, where you plopped down in your favorite seat— the loveseat in the corner by the fire. it was the comfiest spot there, but people never really used it because it was somewhat isolated from the rest. you take a book from the side table and begin to read, not seeing what else you could possibly do. reading was relaxing, anyway, so it helped you get a hold on your anger.

the book was fascinating. it took a deep dive into the science and magic behind wand making, how each material and each creature contributed so much to the very makings of the wand and why was sirius there.

“sirius.” you look up. “what brings you here?”

“i oughta ask the same.” sirius set his hands on his hips, pouting. “i can’t believe you just looked at us and left! we aren’t that bad, you know.”

“oh.” you look back to your book, trying to figure out what to say and half hoping the book would help. however, it turned out you didn’t need to. sirius flopped down on the couch, his legs spread and one of his arms resting on the back of the couch. one slip and it’d be around your shoulders.

“well?” sirius pressed.

“huh?”

“aren’t you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

“nothing. nothing’s wrong.” you answer, perhaps a bit too quickly as you return to your book.

“i know i look it, but i’m not stupid, lovely.” sirius raised an eyebrow. “and you’re not as good a liar as you think.” your shoulders fall from their tense state, defeated.

“i got in an argument.” you admit. “with peter. and kind of james.”

“kind of james?” sirius snickered. “how’s that work?”

“it was regarding him. and stuff he said.” you shrug. sirius lets his arm drop onto your shoulders, something all but uncommon in your friendship. “you know that… thing i told you all?”

“the secret thing?”

“see, you get it’s a secret!” you exclaim. “but… peter and james didn’t. they told people. everyone.”

“now that’s not fair.” sirius hummed, nudging you closer. you didn’t fight it.

“it wasn’t even that significant, though.” you bite down on your lip, feeling it tremble. oh, merlin. you were gonna cry. please, you begged whatever higher power was out there, don’t cry. not in front of sirius. but you couldn’t deny the tears that were welling up.

“oi. darling, hey.” sirius frowned, before pulling you even closer into a hug that you didn’t dare protest. you were practically in his lap. “c’mere, princess.”

“i was horrid.” you tried to say without sputtering. tears were already running down your cheeks, but never made it to your chin because sirius’ shirt soaked them up. “i was shouting at peter, i—“ you hiccuped, trying to stop crying but failing miserably. you instead chose to grip sirius’ shirt that you already felt guilty for soiling. sirius listened intently in a rare moment of him being quiet.

“peter was just doing what james did. he always does that, it’s just how peter is.” you muttered as sirius ran his fingers through your hair, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“mm, he does do that,” sirius agreed.

“and it’s not james’ fault either. it’s not his fault i never said it was a secret. i should’ve. he talks, i know he talks.” you ramble as sirius did his best to calm you down. it was working. in roughly fifteen minutes, you were simply laying in sirius’ arms, not bothering to try and explain what was wrong.

“feeling any better?” sirius asked as he felt your breathing go back to normal. you look up at him, wiping away the last of your tears as you nod.

“yeah. sorry about that.” you mumble. sirius only smirked.

“sorry? love, i just got to hold you in my arms, kiss the top of your head, and feel your hair, and you didn’t even hit me. in fact, you held me, too.” sirius informed you, shit-eating grin on maximum smugness. you instantly revert back to your normal self, shoving him away.

“you git!” you exclaim. “i can’t believe you!”

“after all this time?” sirius grinned. “wow, i thought you knew me, darling.”

“don’t ‘darling’ me!” you huff. “merlin, you’re incorrigible.”

“you love me.”

“no more than the rest of you lot.”

#marauders oneshot #marauders drabble #marauders era #marauders #james potter #sirius black #sirius black x reader #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #prongs #padfoot #moony #wormtail #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #sirius x reader comfort

[theerurishipper]

This is in response to some arguments in defense of the finale I've seen recently, and if you do believe these, then more power to you! But I disagree, and I'm gonna talk about why.

Rant under the cut. Fair warning, this gets pretty salty.

So I've seen a lot of arguments about how it just wouldn't be possible to have Adrien in the final battle, whether it be because it would be too traumatic for him and we can't explore that in the middle of a fight, or because it would take away focus from Marinette and she would be irrelevant ultimately. And I actually agree!

But what could possibly be done to resolve this? Oh, I know! Fucking write better.

If you were going to put Adrien in the position of being central to the story and write him out with the excuse that he can't live up to that role for various reasons, then why did you write him in that role? It's obvious to anyone that if Gabriel is Adrien's father, then the emotional weight of the conflict would be centered on him and not Marinette. Then why did you still write that into the show? If you wanted to focus on Marinette over Adrien anyway, then why did you make Gabriel be Hawkmoth? Let some other rando be Hawkmoth! And now there's no value to Gabriel being the villain beyond giving Marinette some material for her grand speech (which didn't do shit cause she still lost).

And if you were going to say that Adrien was too traumatized to be in the battle or that he wouldn't be able to deal with it well or that we couldn't see that... write around it? Have him deal with it before, or something, I don't know! Maybe give him that sweet sweet character development? Maybe let the friends who are supposed to support him actually do that? Idk man, this is all coming across as a bunch of excuses to me.

The thing is, this is a kids show. It's not real. The writers control everything that happens. It's not about "realism," it's about narrative payoff. It's about the most satisfying outcome. It's about character arcs. If Adrien was never supposed to face his father in a fight, then why make him a superhero? Could have just let him be Adrien the teen model love interest while Marinette is the superhero. Why give him powers which thematically represent him breaking free from his oppressive life and an enmity with his own father if it never mattered? If "it's us against the world, my lady," and "we'll get all the Miraculous back together," never mattered, then why include it? If two partners chosen to fight evil together and the yin-yang symbolism never mattered, why set it up?

If you set something up, you have a responsibility to deliver on it, and Miraculous failed. And yeah. I get that it's hard. I'm not saying writing is easy. But anything is better than this! Writing is your job, and I don't expect literal perfection, but I expect it to fulfill the basic expectations of writing. I expect it to at least be good. This is not good. They literally ignored their own story and themes and character arcs and narrative payoff because they wanted Marinette to get a swanky new outfit and a cool fight scene. It wasn't even for her character. It's just so that they can put give her a cool power-up and sell Bug Noire dolls. It's disrespectful to Adrien's character, and it's disrespectful to Marinette's character too.

The writers failed to make Marinette interesting in terms of the conflict with Gabriel. They gave all the set-up to Adrien and didn't want to write the payoff. There are no emotional stakes in the final battle. They literally only talk about Adrien, and he's not there for that. It's bad writing. And if they didn't let Adrien be a part of the arc with his father as the villain, what hope does he have in the arcs with Lila as the antagonist, since she is a Marinette-centric villain? TA has already said that Marinette is Barbie and Adrien is just Ken. The writers have said that Gabriel is considered a hero by the end of Season 5. The show bible says that Adrien will never find out that his father is Hawkmoth.

Let's face it, they aren't coming back to this. Gabriel's era is over. Miraculous is well known for setting up conflicts and dropping them like a hot potato. If we ever deal with this, it's gonna be half an episode of Adrien forgiving Marinette because "she did it out of love." None of this will matter come Season 6. The supposed conflict being set up now will matter to Season 6 as much as the Ladynoir set up in Strikeback with the "we'll take back all the Miraculous together, you and me," mattered to Season 5, which is to say not at all.

#Meta #My meta #S5 Finale #ML Salt #ML Writers Salt #ML Writing Salt #Marinette Salt #Not really but just to be safe #Ladybug Salt #If salt really ticks you off then please don't read this #I'm not here to change anyone's mind #I'm just ranting

[jackinthebox80085]

C!Wilbur and C!Quackity’s dynamic is so. Interesting to me.

I’m going to go chronologically, and break it down in the way that I view and imagine the lore.

The Elections

When Quackity first joins the server, Wilbur is at the top of his game. He had just won his country's independence, people were singing his praises, and as the cherry on top, he was rigging his own election. He was winning, unopposable.

Then Quackity comes in, and suddenly Wilbur is faced with someone with equal passion, brains, cunning, and fire, and Wilbur feels threatened.

And from Quackity’s view, he has met this charming, slimy, bastard with a silver tongue. Quackity is incredulous that Wilbur could be so smug as to try to rig his own election. It isn’t fair, and it isn’t right. So Quackity does something about it.

And this leads to the spark of their rivalry, the most physical kind. Opponents of an election. Wilbur’s place on top is now threatened by this young, scrappy malcontent, and Quackity has just found out how underhanded the supposed leader is, the man people sing praises to.

But here’s the thing, Wilbur sees himself as above Quackity, and Quackity does too. Because Wilbur has everything, a country, friends, the world behind him. And because now Quackity is someone with a good chance at taking that all away, Wilbur feels threatened.

Because of this, Wilbur talks down to Quackity, mocks him, tries to break his spirit, tells him that there is no way he wins the elections, and most importantly, his words ring true. Quackity doesn’t have support, his vice sleeps through half of the debates, and Wilbur can twist his words and make him a joke and a fool in the eyes of the people. Quackity can’t win a game that Wilbur made.

So what does Quackity do? He changes the game. He brings in Schlatt, and suddenly Wilbur has his back against the wall, as he realizes that it’s not good enough to just get over 50% of the voters, if Quackity and Schlatt pool their votes. Wilbur is losing control, all because some scrappy young misfit came in and ruined what he had created.

Wilbur can’t understand how this pathetic man managed to outsmart him, because he truly doesn’t think Quackity could equal him.

Then–and this is most important–Quackity wins.

Quackity, to him, has beaten the smug, underhanded bastard Wilbur, by playing his game better than he did. And Wilbur is devastated. He has just lost everything, and Quackity took it away from him.

Manburg

But here’s where things change.

Because Schlatt is now in the picture. And he’s a bigger fish than Wilbur could ever fry. He’s more dangerous than Dream, at this point, because where Dream is crazy, Schlatt’s psychotic. Dream has motives, reasons to do things, whereas Schlatt operates on anger, malice, and spur of the moment decisions. He is too unpredictable, and this comes to a head when he exiles Wilbur and his little brother from their own damn country, forcing them down into the underbelly of the city, in a cave system that runs so tangled and deep, the walls grow hot as they near the Nether.

And Wilbur seethes. In his eyes, Quackity got Schlatt on top through an unfair strategy, giving him the power to hurt Wilbur. Wilbur knows that he couldn’t have done it without Schlatt, without pulling the rug from under Wilbur’s feet, and Wilbur still views him as pathetic. Because Wilbur lost unfairly. Quackity would have never won if Wilbur had prepared.

Their positions have almost entirely flipped, for a short while, now Quackity is on the top of the world, or at least, second to Schlatt. And for this, Wilbur holds a twisted fascination in the man, becoming obsessed with taking him down.

Pogtopia

So what does Wilbur do? He rebels, he starts a resistance, and he begins scheming to take Schlatt and Quackity down. Because here, Schlatt is the biggest problem. And his sanity begins to slip just a bit, he begins to lose his footing, but he doesn’t care. So what if he hears small voices in the crackling of a fire, eyes watching him from the cracks in the walls. So what if there are buttons on the walls? Better to destroy all evidence of a rebellion than to be caught.

Then Schlatt does something.

It doesn’t matter what, but it is the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and Quackity finally concedes to himself that Schlatt’s regime has gone too far.

Because while he put up with it, he noticed how unnecessarily cruel Schaltt was being, how unfair he was, and he found himself resentful of being Schlatt’s lackey, his lapdog. His second place. And he hears whispers. About Wilbur, the former president’s quiet rebellion.

And he runs.

He finds Wilbur and Pogtopia, and offers his help. And of course Wilbur is suspicious, and hostile, and sickeningly condescending to Quackity, demanding Quackity’s reason for trying to help, and asking if he’s finally realized the mistake he made by not teaming with Wilbur, in the smuggest, most sickly sweet voice Quackity has ever heard.

But here’s the thing–Quackity is hurting. And he just tells Wilbur that he needs to get rid of Schlatt, and won’t elaborate.

Because admitting defeat would mean admitting that he never won.

And Wilbur sees Quackity, his shining rival, now cast down exactly as WIlbur had been, by the same man, (ignoring the fact that Quackity willingly brought himself down because he saw the unjustness in Schlatt’s regime, whereas Wilbur was forcibly exiled) and he gets an idea (the cause of 99% of C!Wilbur’s problems).

He brings Quackity into Pogtopia, lets him help, because it shows how he’s the better person. He will cast aside his rivalry in order to help Quackity, and he has no problem saying it directly to his face. And Quackity realizes the underlying message. Wilbur, his rival, has crafted the opportunity to sell Quackity out as a traitor, therefore permanently bringing him onto the side of Pogtopia lest Wilbur tell Schlatt.

Wilbur found a way to gain power over Quackity, putting them back on the same plane again, each one able to sell the other out.

But it is here, where something also changes. Because in the dark caves of Pogtoipa, Quackity notices Wilbur’s change. The once charming, bright, charismatic leader is now a twitchy, manic, unsettling husk of himself, his royal blue coat and tricorne exchanged for a tattered trench coat and beanie. And Quackity finds a silent part of himself mourning the loss.

And Wilbur begins thinking almost the exact same thing. Quackity, his once fiery rival’s smile has dulled to a resigned grimace at everything. But Wilbur doesn’t get sad, he gets angry. Angry at Schlatt, angry at Quackity for letting himself get there, angry at the world for putting them in those godforsaken caves. And this anger poisons his mind even more, chips away at his sanity even though he doesn't even understand why.

So here, their rivalry quiets, because they have to trust each other. They are allies, in a sense, and the dark caves get lonely at night. And they don’t talk, instead seeking solace in silent presence. An extra healing potion brewed and left out in easy reach. Niki’s birthday.

November 16th

Then, the fight happens, and it happens fast. Quackity loses track of Wilbur, but he doesn’t care as the scene of Schlatt keeling over keeps playing in his head, as he fights to protect his precious lives.

And Wilbur watches the fight, and I could go into the details of why he blows up L’Manburg, but I won't, here. But he blows up L’manburg, and the last thing he sees are Quackity’s eyes, wide with shock before he is stepping into a train station where he will wait for–to him–13 ½ years.

And Quackity watches Wilbur blow himself up, and his heart practically tears itself apart with conflicting feelings. He is happy that his rival is dead, that the lying, underhanded, bastard is in pieces now. But a strange void rips itself into his heart.

Because now, there is no one to challenge him. No one for his anger to focus on, no one to thwart his moves and banter with.

The Butcher Army and the Fiances

Now, Quackity has no rival. So he makes one. He goes after Technoblade, looking for some release to his anger, his conflicted feelings that keep him up at night that he doesn’t understand. Quackity is no longer the vice president, no longer part of Pogtoipa, just a side liner in a country he originally opposed. And he feels like he has no place. So he starts the butcher army, and what does he get? A pickaxe to the face and a blind eye.

So, Quackity turns to something else. Maybe, if he finds love, the weird, spacey feeling in his heart will close up again. And yes, he does find some fiances who he loves with every inch of his heart, and he feels like he might have a place, he builds an entire country for them to live in, transports each grain of sand to create a desert–until they leave him. Forget him.

And Quackity grows bitter.

Las Nevadas and Wilbur’s Revival

And now, here’s where it gets interesting, and possibly a little mushy.

Because this whole time, Quackity hasn’t had a place. Not an equal place. Not in the election, he was the new guy who didn’t fit in. Not with Schlatt, where he was simply the lackey behind the monster of the regime. Not with his fiances, he was always an outsider, the third wheel in his own relationship. Not even in Las Nevadas, where he stays in his office, where people see him, but not him.

Come to think about it, the only time where he was evenly matched, where he truly had a place, was being Wilbur’s rival. Someone who he could keep up with, someone who could keep up with him, and someone who always made a place for him, to argue with.

Then Wilbur is revived. And when he sees everything that Quackity has done, he is in shock, because now his rival, the man he used to view as pathetic, has done what Wilbur couldn’t do–he built a country that stood. Quackity is no longer the passionate, good hearted, yet pathetic man Wilbur once saw him as. For the first time, Wilbur sees Quackity as his equal.

And when Quackity sees Wilbur, his glory gone from years in limbo, his coat tattered and a five o’ clock shadow gracing his face, he feels powerful. He has beaten Wilbur, the man has been reduced to a shadow of his former self, no matter how desperately he tries to deny it. And he feels like Wilbur has been brought back down to Quackity’s level, screwed over by life in the same way.

Yet, when they talk, they remain on equal ground, throwing insults and banter back and forth just like the old days. They match each other head on. Each of them are fascinated with what the other has become. One man fallen from grace, one man risen to every challenge.

So when Wilbur starts the burger van, Quackity smiles as their rivalry is lit once more.

Because this is their place. The one place where each of them are truly equal, one cannot get one over the other for more than a day.

Rivals, yet they walk side by side.

Someone tell me I did NOT just write almost 2k words about C!Tntduo omg congrats if you got to the end, these are my insane ramblings, in their first draft, not proofread.

#wilbur soot #quackity #c!wilbur soot #c!quackity #tntduo #c!tntduo #dsmp #dsmp headcanons #in this essay i will

[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.17

Pairing: Minchan (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 5966

Summary: Chan and Minho enjoy their newfound comfort in each other despite all the headlines their recent strolls around town made. Chan invites Minho and his parents to dinner to celebrate their "anniversary. " The boys spend their evening alone in a nearby hotel, worrying their friends about possible consequences...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, date night, minho is in love, smut, sub!chan, dom!minho, dom!chan, sub!minho, edging, choking (very briefly), begging

Chp.16 | Chp. 18

We'll be dancin' with the shadows in the night The stars are jealous knowing that you're by my side Feel the adrenaline, acceleration In the course, we'll be drivin' so rough Drive ~ Bang Chan, Lee Know

"Way to go, Changbinnie," Felix chimed in, making Minho chuckle. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Minho asked curiously. 

"Stray kids members Bangchan and Lee Know are seen casually holding hands," Changbin started off reading some headlines they discovered. 

"Stray kids leader Chan taking care of main dancer Minho during his break." Seungmin suddenly could be heard in the background. 

"How much does Chan actually love Minho?" Jeongin giggled. "With pictures of you carrying him, Minho hyung holding your ice cream, and the two of you holding hands today." 

"The hyungs of Stray Kids - our new power couple Minchan?" Jisung read out loud, and everyone started cheering. 

"What's the real reason for Lee Know's break? With a picture of Chan comforting you this morning," Hyunjin added. 

"Minho and Chan acting lovey-dovey in the dancer’s hometown. Basically, there’s a looot of international press going around at the moment," Felix concluded. 

Chan groaned softly while Minho started laughing. "I love it," he giggled. 

"You…Minho," Chan sighed, seeming a little stressed. 

"To be fair, they're right, so I’m not gonna panic or feel offended," he laughed and made the younger members chuckle. "Relax, Channie. They'll forget about it as soon as Hyunjin and you release Red Lights in a few days." 

"Fair point," Hyunjin laughed. "But seriously, what will you say if people ask about this?" 

"If they ask about us holding hands, it's because I needed emotional support. If they ask about him carrying me, it's because my knee's fucked up. If they ask if I love him, I can answer with yes just like I'd do with every one of you. If they want to know the reason behind my break…well, that's a little complicated," Minho said. 

"The break is complicated?" Felix asked, confused. 

"I…Listen, I'll drive to the house with Channie tomorrow to be on set with you the day after. I'll fill you in on a recent decision I made and ask you for your opinion on something else. It's a lot easier to discuss in person," he answered and exchanged a look with Chan, who nodded agreeingly. 

"Oh, you're already coming back?" Jisung asked, surprised. 

"Only for a day or two," Minho clarified. "Being away from our hectic daily schedules should actually allow me to rest for once. I'll explain everything tomorrow night, I promise." 

"But that decision isn't you leaving us, Minho hyung?" Jeongin asked hesitantly. 

Minho's face softened at his anxious tone. "Of course not! You're my family, and that will never change," he said gently, chuckling as he heard them exhale audibly. "Alright, I'm sure you guys have better things to do than stalking us on the internet. I'll see you all tomorrow."

"Behave," Chan chuckled before they exchanged their goodbyes.

Minho smiled softly and looked down at the ring on his finger. It fit him perfectly and was subtle but also a clear statement. "I really love this," he told him, unable to hide his pure excitement. 

Chan beamed at him proudly. "I planned on asking you to be my boyfriend during that dinner. I had the ring already safely stored away," he told him. 

Minho's eyes lit up as he suddenly remembered something. "Wait, I have something for you too!" 

Chan giggled softly as Minho took his hand and pulled him upstairs with him and to his room. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the smooth ring against his skin. He couldn't help but smile even brighter. Minho made him sit on his bed and grabbed a box from his window sill. 

"It's…it's not much, Channie, and it's kinda cheesy. I prepared this for our first year together, and well, I didn't think I'd need it again so soon," he admitted and walked back over to him. "But since it's exactly a year since our first kiss today…happy first year, Channie love," he said shyly, handing him the box. 

Chan took it and opened the lid, eyes widening as he saw its contents. The box was full of pictures of them together with another small box in the middle. He took the first one out, a selfie of them, and smiled softly. Turning it around, he noticed there was the date it was taken with a little explanation of what they were doing and where they were. He looked at a few others and smiled sweetly as he realized that Minho had written little messages on some of them. "That's so cute, baby," he smiled. 

Minho reached for the smaller box and took out a silver bracelet. "As it seems we both thought similarly," he giggled and helped him put it on. "This is a reminder that I love you and you're never alone." 

Chan smiled happily at it, loving the fact that it matched Minho's ring. "Happy first year, baby," he told him, leaning over to kiss him. 

Minho kissed back, full of love, smiling against his lips. "Do you like it? If not, I can take it back and we can look for something that fits you more." 

"It's perfect, Min," he promised, holding up Minho's hand with the ring. "See? They fit together perfectly." 

Minho giggled softly. "They really do." 

"I'd love to take your family out for dinner tonight," he told him, and Minho looked at him curiously. "We can spend some time with your parents for the day.  Then, I've booked a suite for us at a hotel just a few blocks away. That way I can show you just how beautiful you are, Min," he said softly. 

"Why the hotel room?" he asked, not fully picking up on it yet. 

"You don't like being quiet, and I love to hear those pretty sounds you make," he told him, and Minho blushed heavily. 

"I don't think I have anything nice to wear," he frowned softly. 

"Your mum said she'll take care of it. I gave her my card," he told him. 

"My mum knows about this?" he laughed. 

"About the first year together and the dinner, yes," he laughed. "I guess they'll figure out the rest." 

"Let's spark some more rumors after the morning we’ve had," he giggled, making Chan laugh. 

-

Minho walked down the stairs, nervously fidgeting with his shirt. It was a beautiful satin blue shirt that rested perfectly on his shoulders and fell loosely around his torso. Which was nice because it didn't show off the weight he recently lost. 

"I have to say, your boyfriend has good taste," Minho's mother said after seeing him. 

"What?" he chuckled.

"He told me to get something blue, saying something about the color fitting you well. He was definitely right about that," she explained. "You look very handsome, Min." 

"Thanks, Mum," he smiled and tried not to laugh. Of course Chan would go for blue. He gently fixed his earring and mindlessly played with the ring after fixing his hair once more. Minho didn't look like it, but he was currently wearing a butt plug to be ready for Chan as soon as they were alone. He didn't feel like waiting to be prepped when it was time. Once Chan had gone for a shower, he had used the time to prepare himself for tonight. 

Not much later, his dad joined them, complimenting his mother’s dress, but Minho tuned out of the conversation. As Chan walked downstairs, wearing a beautifully fitting black shirt and matching pants that hugged him in all the right places, Minho was speechless. The bracelet shimmered around his wrist, and Minho's heart skipped a beat, knowing this beauty was his boyfriend. 

Chan met his eyes, and Minho could see right then that Chan felt the same way he did looking at him. Chan's eyes grew wide, a look of fondness and need to devour him clouding his eyes, making Minho's knees grow weak. He stepped in front of him and smiled beautifully. "God, you look stunning," he told him quietly. "I don't know what’s better; the fact that this color looks amazing on you or the fact that I'll be taking it off later." 

"Channie," he blushed and gently shoved his chest. "You look very handsome," he told him sincerely, lovingly brushing back a loose curl. 

"Thank you, baby," he smiled sweetly and gave him a soft kiss. "You feel like taking some pictures? Some to post, some for ourselves?" 

"Sure, why not?" he nodded. 

Chan turned to Minho's parents. "I'd love to take a few pictures of you and your son if that’s alright," he offered. They happily agreed. 

Chan positioned them in front of a neutral wall and told them to smile as they took Minho between them. He took their pictures and even got some of Minho's parents for their keeping. "Alright, baby. It’s your time to shine," he giggled, and Minho blushed softly. Nevertheless, he got into position and let Chan take a few fan-worthy pictures. 

"Okay come on! Now your turn," he chuckled and switched places with him, taking his phone. Once Chan was ready, he snapped a few photos of him. 

Minho's parents watched the two of them, amused, seeing them switch into their more professional mode. But what better way to celebrate the day if not having photos of themselves? Minho’s father walked over to them. "I'll take some pictures of you two together now," Minho's father told them, and Minho looked at him surprised. Minho's father hadn't been exactly against him dating guys, but he never really said anything supportive, either. Especially since both Minho’s very first boyfriend and Chan ended up hurting him. "Go on," he told him and took his phone from him, gently shoving him forward. 

Chan wrapped his arm around his waist and flashed him a soft smile before looking to the front. "Fine, public pictures first," he said, and they made sure to look like the best friends they were to everyone out there. After a few pictures, Chan turned to Minho and glanced at him lovingly. Minho met his gaze and smiled softly.

"What?" he asked quietly, growing shy at his gaze. 

Chan kissed him in response, and his hold around his waist tightened. Minho blushed heavily but kissed back, hoping his parents wouldn't think weird of him for it. He pulled back and searched Chan's eyes for a moment, breath stopping at the love in them. Chan smiled before turning to Minho's parents. "Shall we leave?" 

"You have a moment, dad?" Minho asked gently, and his father nodded. Chan and his mother decided to walk ahead towards the door while they talked. Once he and his father were in the clear, he nervously fidgeted with his hands. "Thank you," he spoke to the older man gently, almost timidly. 

"For the pictures?" he asked, confused. 

"No, for…actually, yes, for the pictures. I hope it didn't make you uncomfortable when he kissed me," he said, bracing himself for a potential disappointment. This wasn’t exactly a topic Minho and his father talked about often, so the comfort levels between the two of them were sorta unknown. 

Minho's father chuckled and stepped next to him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "You look very good together," he told him. "As long as he makes you happy, I see no reason to be against it." 

"That means a lot," he told him sincerely. "I think I have something really good going on with him now that we've settled the bullshit." 

"That's good to hear, son," he gently squeezed his shoulder and handed him back his phone. "Let's not keep your mum and boyfriend waiting any longer." 

Minho smiled at him using the term boyfriend. "Yeah, okay," he nodded and slipped his phone into his pocket. The two of them caught up to Chan and his mother by the front door. Minho's smile grew as Chan grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers as they all made their way to his father's car. They got comfortable in the backseat, and Minho was glad it was already dark as Chan rested his hand on his knee. The beginning of the drive was quiet, but comfortable as the four of them made small talk. But his breath hitched suddenly as Chan moved his hand up slowly during the drive and squeezed his thigh teasingly. "Channie," he whispered as his parents were talking in the front. 

"Huh?" he asked innocently, his thumb brushing over a weak spot on his inner thigh. 

Minho bit his lip and shot him a glare. "Stop that." 

"Sorry, you just look too handsome not to ," he giggled before leaning over. "My pretty little kitten," he whispered, and Minho melted into the seat with wide eyes. The words went straight to his dick, and he quickly grabbed his jacket, covering his lap as he felt himself getting hard. "You like that?" he asked softly, and Minho just nodded. "My stray kitten's finally back home," he smiled, and Minho had trouble holding back a moan, clenching around the plug. 

"Channie," he whispered weakly. "Not before dinner. Behave in front of my parents." 

He giggled softly and kissed his cheek. "Fine." 

Minho took his phone out and gently nudged his side. "Wanna choose the pictures to post?" he asked, and Chan nodded. 

Minho smiled at the pictures of him and his parents. It looked like a normal photo, and that’s what Minho loved the most about them. But as he continued looking through the photos, he looked at Chan with wide eyes. "We don't have any with all of us in them." 

"Oh, baby, don't worry. That's fine," he assured him and frowned as Minho searched his eyes almost anxiously. "Did you want one with all of us?" 

He nodded gently. "I just thought it would be nice to have my family all together in one picture. Forget it, I'm being stupid." 

Chan's face softened immensely, and his heart swelled. "Your family?" 

Minho looked at him and blushed a little. "I mean…yeah."

"That's so sweet," he told him, kissing his cheek. "I'm sure we can take one at the restaurant or something." 

"Yeah?" he asked, trying to hide his excitement. 

"Absolutely," he smiled, and Minho beamed back at him. Chan swiped a few pictures further before humming appreciatively. "Look at you, my handsome baby." 

Minho looked back at his phone and chuckled softly. "You're just good at taking pictures." 

Chan shook his head and stopped swiping. "Post that one, you look amazing here." 

Minho blushed and mumbled for him to stop talking shit. He marked the picture as one of his favorites and smiled as Chan's finally appeared. "That's what you call handsome, by the way," he told him. 

Chan groaned softly and hid his face in his shoulder. "You pick one, alright?" 

"Okay," he smirked and looked through them before deciding. "Your smile's so cute here, darling." 

Chan quickly swiped to the next picture, and they both stared at it for a moment. Apparently, Minho's father had started taking pictures already, as Chan was looking fondly at Minho when he stepped next to him. Minho quickly continued, and they picked out another one to post. Then there were the pictures of them smiling at each other before kissing, pictures of them kissing, and pictures right after that. Minho felt tears brim in his eyes, thinking of the fact that his dad had taken them. Chan didn't say anything but pressed a long, soft kiss on his temple, wrapping his arm around him. "I wish we could post those," he told him sweetly. 

Minho chuckled and swallowed down the lump forming in his throat. "Yeah, me too." 

"I think I'll have to buy a bigger box," he said, and Minho frowned at him. "I don't think yours will be enough for all our memories." 

Minho's face softened. "You want to print those?" he asked, smiling as Chan nodded. 

They reached the restaurant, and Minho asked his parents to take another picture. They were also fine with them posting it, and Chan asked a young woman to take it for them. Once those pictures were taken, Chan and Minho had to take some with her as well, as she was a fan. They thanked her and exchanged their goodbyes before joining Minho's parents again. Chan was holding his hand and casually strolled inside the restaurant, telling them his name to see their table. 

The evening was lovely, Chan got along so well with his parents, which only proved he made the right choice. They seemed to adore him to pieces now that they knew they had everything worked out. Minho watched them quietly and smiled to himself, clearly able to imagine their future together for the first time in a while. Chan laughed at something Minho's dad had said, and his dimples appeared, making Minho's stomach fuzzy. He couldn't take his eyes off him, wondering how the hell he managed to call someone as effortlessly handsome as Chan his own. Minho reached for him, gently brushing back a curl, and Chan turned to look at him, smiling sweetly. Their hands found each other, and Chan lovingly fondled the ring. 

"You're okay, baby?" Chan asked gently, seeing his dreamy eyes.

"More than okay," he said softly, squeezing his hand. 

"We'll leave you to it. We both have to get up early tomorrow," Minho's dad spoke up. 

"Thank you so much for dinner, Chan. This was lovely," his mother added. 

"You're very welcome," Chan nodded, smiling brightly, and got up to say goodbye. He smiled as Minho's mother hugged him close, and his father squeezed his shoulder. Once they were gone, Chan looked back at Minho and smiled softly. "Should we leave as well?" 

Minho leaned forward, forgetting about the plug for a moment, and gripped Chan's thigh tightly as it brushed over his prostate. "Oh fuck," he whispered desperately, trying not to moan. 

"Minho, are you okay?" he asked worriedly. Did he eat too much and get sick? "Are you feeling dizzy or anything?" 

"No, relax," he laughed and gained his composure again. "I might've wanted to be prepared for later."

"What?" he asked, confused. Minho grinned to himself and leaned in closer to his ear. Chan’s lips parted as Minho whispered his little secret to him, forcing himself to hold back a groan. "You're killing me, kitten." 

Minho smirked, satisfied. "Think you're the only one good at teasing, huh?" he asked. Chan playfully rolled his eyes but swallowed as Minho continued talking. "Feels so good, but I bet you could satisfy me more. Making me feel so full and holding me close so I can take it. And the part I love the most is when I can't do anything about it." 

"Is that the permission to go rough tonight?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at him.

"More like an invitation to do so," he nodded. "With a very sweet, please, Channie hyung attached." 

"Fucks sake," he cursed softly and grabbed his hand. "Let's pay and get out of here." 

Minho giggled. "Wait, we have to do the post before." 

"Right," Chan nodded. 

"Caption?" he asked after adding the pictures of him, Chan, both of them, and with his parents. 

"Uh, wait, let me do it," he grinned and took Minho's phone. He wrote Could you call this a date?👀👀 and quickly posted it. 

"Hey! Let me see," Minho whined, and his eyes widened. "Chan."

"You said we should feed the rumors. Also, you love provocative stuff," he smirked. 

"You're so silly sometimes! But I love you," he giggled. "Won't we get in trouble for that?" 

"Not if it gets enough likes," he grinned, and Minho giggled excitedly. 

The journey to the hotel and into their room seemed excruciatingly long. Chan took him to the hotel's top floor, telling him they'd have it all to themselves. Minho scolded him for spending money like that, but Chan shut him up with a short, sweet kiss. As soon as the elevator door closed, Minho found himself pressed against the nearest wall, his lips immediately engulfed in a passionate kiss. He moaned into the kiss and pulled at Chan's shirt. "Too many clothes," he breathed out. 

"Patience, baby," he said.

But Minho didn't care and started opening the buttons on his shirt. He wanted Chan badly and they were going to be in the elevator for just enough time to feel him, anyways. But he was sadly mistaken as a surprise yelp escaped his throat. Chan wrapped his hand around his neck and pushed him out against the wall. Minho's eyes widened in surprise, and he felt a chill run through his body.

Chan's eyes darkened, pupils blown with lust, and he leaned in close to him, holding his gaze. "What did I just say?" he asked, the bass in his voice lower than before.

Minho swallowed softly and blinked for a moment. "Patience," he repeated quietly. A weak moan fell from his lips as Chan palmed him with his free hand over his pants. 

"You think you can do that? Be a patient little kitten?" he asked, and Minho nodded quickly. "Words, baby," he said softly and rubbed his hand over his crotch. 

Minho wrapped his hand around Chan's wrist and pressed down harder on his neck to show him he was fine with this new situation. "I can be patient, hyung." 

Chan hummed, clearly satisfied, and reached down behind him. His hand slipped into Minho's pants, and he gently pressed up against the plug. Minho moaned sinfully, standing up on his toes to escape the intense pressure. Chan teased him for a bit, enjoying the way Minho melts in his arms. He kissed him softly on the mouth. "Safeword?" 

Minho shook his head. "I trust you." 

Chan's face softened, and he shook his head. "I want you to be safe."

Minho smiled softly before looking at him through his lashes. "Red lights." Just as he spoke, the elevator bell rang and the doors began to open.

Chan smirked and nodded. He took his hand and led him to their room for the night. They walked in, and Chan wasted no time taking off his clothes, smirking at his boyfriend the entire way to the bedroom. He helped Minho out of his clothes and told him to get comfortable on the bed. 

Minho sat back and watched him as he wandered through the room, fully naked, and gathered some things. He spotted a couple of his own toys, Chan's silk, and a blindfold. Fuck, he had come prepared. This man will be the death of me one day. 

When finished, Chan came back and climbed onto the bed, kissing him lovingly as he took his hands and tied him up to the headboard with the silk. "Too tight?" he asked gently. 

"No, just right," he assured him. Chan adjusted the pillow beneath his head for him so he could watch everything he was doing. 

Chan started kissing down his torso, exploring his skin with full lips, tongue, and teeth. The warmth of his breath sent goosebumps racing through Minho's skin. Minho panted softly as Chan marked his territory, moaning quietly at the feeling. Chan moved down between his legs and licked his lips at the sight of the plug buried between inside him, sitting so pretty. "Such a needy little kitten, preparing himself for me," he teased with a grin. Minho couldn’t help but whimper in response. "You missed feeling full?"

Minho nodded eagerly, his body and mind submitting to his lover without needing to be asked. He didn't hold back being submissive with Chan because he felt safe and knew he'd take care of him. "So much," he told him. "Miss you filling me up with your cum and calling me yours."

Chan bit back a groan. "Think you can wait for a little while longer?" he asked, and Minho nodded complying. Minho whimpered as Chan eased out the plug, already hating the sudden empty feeling. Chan looked down at Minho fondly. "Be a good kitten, and show me what your tongue can do." 

"Yes, hyung," he breathed out, happy to finally please Chan in any way. He watched as Chan moved to hover over top of him, positioning him above his face and placing his hands on the wall. Minho eagerly licked over his entrance, and Chan pressed back with a sweet moan. He started pleasuring him with his tongue the way he knew Chan loved as the older braced himself against the wall. Minho moaned softly against his hole as Chan slowly fell apart on top of him. It didn't take long before Chan was whining his name. "Min- oh fuck." His thighs were trembling, and he had trouble holding himself up, growing heavier on top of him. 

Minho made a soft noise, and Chan lifted himself a little, panting heavily. "Untie me baby. You know you won't regret it," he said, his face slightly flushed and dazed. Chan bit back a moan and lowered himself onto the bed, giving in and untying his lover. 

Chan grunted softly as Minho shoved him off and turned him onto his stomach. Chan's face was pressed into the pillow as Minho positioned another one beneath his lap. His eyes rolled back as Minho went back to eating him out right away, massaging his ass as he did so. Chan gripped the sheets tightly and pressed back against him, his moans flowing freely and in volume. "Fuck, Minho," he groaned. 

Minho pulled back and softly bit his cheek, pulling another moan from him. "Am I doing good, hyung?" he asked teasingly, pushing his finger inside. 

"So good, kitten," he praised him. "Don't stop." 

Minho trailed kisses along his back, leaving small bite marks as he opened him up and leaned beside his ear. "Would you like your kitten to be rough with you?" he whispered, and Chan moaned, melting against him. "Wouldn't be fair for me to have all the fun right?" 

"Fuck, Minho, be rough with me," he told him, a little less demanding than before as the dynamic shifted a little. Chan would still be able to have his way later on. But for right now, he longed to feel Minho inside him again. 

Minho made sure he had opened him up enough and grabbed the lube, preparing himself. He gently grabbed his ass, spread him apart, and pushed inside. Chan tensed up at the still a little unfamiliar feeling and whined. Minho was very gentle in the beginning, knowing there was no use in rushing it, and soothingly rubbed his lower back. "Try to relax, love," he told him lovingly, pressing small kisses to his back and neck. Chan took a couple deep breaths to relax a bit before he moaned for Minho to start moving. Minho chuckled softly before beginning to roll his hips experimentally. 

Chan shivered beneath him and melted into the mattress. He let him start out easy as they both adjusted to the feeling before pushing his hips back to meet Minho’s impatiently. "Min, come on." 

Minho snapped his hips forward, and Chan's eyes rolled back. He started moving at a quick pace, pounding into him, and buried his hand in his hair, pushing him into the pillow. Chan gripped the sheets tightly, moaning at the rough pace and falling apart beneath him. Minho groaned and panted above him, his eyes glued to where he and Chan connected. And all Chan could do was whimper his name, back arching at the immense pleasure coursing through his body. "Min, fuck, I'm gonna-" Chan groaned as Minho hit his prostate repeatedly. He kept the same pace, loving the way his boyfriend felt around his cock. Chan shouted his name into the pillow as his orgasm hit him full force, and he moaned needily as he felt Minho fill him up shortly after, moaning his name. Minho collapsed on top of him and panted softly right next to his ear.  "God, you're amazing at this," he groaned beneath him, reaching up to fondle Minho's hair. 

Minho chuckled breathlessly and kissed his shoulder. "Anything for you," he whispered, which made Chan laugh. 

-

Felix's eyes widened as he saw the new post on their shared Instagram account. He jumped up and opened the door, crashing full force into Jisung, who was about to rip his door open. They both groaned in pain and cursed at each other. 

"Are they crazy?" Jisung asked loudly. 

"They'll get in trouble for that caption," Felix nodded agreeingly and rubbed his hurting head. Suddenly, Hyunjin's door opened, and he stepped outside. "What the fuck happened to being discreet?" 

Seungmin and Jeongin strolled up the stairs and looked at them, confused. "What's going on?" Seungmin asked, and Hyunjin handed him his phone. "Oh…they look cute." 

"They look - Seungmin!" Jisung groaned. 

"Please, our hyungs know what they're doing," Jeongin said sarcastically, making them all laugh. 

"I'm sure they're just playing with the rumors from this morning," Seungmin shrugged. "What do we care? They'll be the ones explaining it if there'll be any issues," he told them. 

"Let's go tell Changbinnie," Hyunjin said, and they all went to his room, knocking loudly. After all, he was the oldest at the house now. 

Changbin opened the door, frowning at them. "What?" he asked and already got two phones shoved into his face. He looked at it before starting to laugh. "These two idiots know exactly how to feed the rumors without risking their necks."

"See?" Seungmin asked cheerfully. "Told you." 

"Are you sure they won't get into trouble?" Felix asked insecurely. 

"Oh, please, you've seen the headlines. Minchan, our new power couple," he laughed. "Just let them have their fun. They'll know when to stop and how far they can go. They'll say it's a reaction to all the news headlines, and that's it." 

"To be honest, they just don't know how to keep their hands off each other now that they have everything sorted out. However, they've been able to do so before," Jeongin shrugged. 

-

Minho moaned blissfully and let his eyes flutter closed for a moment. He was currently on Chan's lap, bracing himself on the wall in front of him. Chan's hands were on his hips as he was forcefully pounding into him from behind. His head fell forward as Chan's cock brushed against his prostate. He couldn't hold back another passionate moan. "Channie," he panted softly, knowing he'd cum soon. It was inevitable in this position, feeling Chan move so deliciously inside of his walls, hands roaming his body. He loved the feeling of Chan dominating him, the constant string of filthy words he whispered into his ear, and all the ways he touched intensified the feeling of ecstasy. The addition of the blindfold only took it further as Minho’s other senses were heightened without his sight. He was at the mercy of his lover and wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Chan's hand wrapped around Minho's cock, and he stroked him. "Not yet, kitten," he purred in his ear, and Minho whined softly. He picked up the pace of his hand until Minho was shaking, and his moans grew to a higher pitch. 

"Channie, please, I'm so close," he panted and squeezed his eyes shut. He could practically taste his orgasm with how close it was. But Chan slowed the movement of his hand to a stop and stilled inside him. 

"I want to take my time with you, alright?" he asked. 

"You want to make me cry and beg again, that's what you want," he responded with a bratty hint in his tone. He groaned in surprise as Chan smacked his ass. 

"Don't get too cocky," he told him. 

"Not a wise choice of words," Minho snorted, and Chan chuckled. "Move, please?" he asked after a moment. A sigh of relief left his mouth as Chan began fucking him again. 

Chan very easily located his prostate again and hit it with every thrust, making Minho shiver on top of him. He planted wet kisses on his back, right between his shoulders and on the back of his neck. Minho moaned, and his head hung low as he struggled to keep himself up against the wall. Chan wrapped his hand around his neck and pulled him flush against his chest. 

Minho's jaw dropped at the new angle, and he reached back, anchoring his hand into his hair. "Fuck, Channie," he moaned sweetly and gripped the headboard tight as Chan suddenly picked up the pace and force of his thrusts. He couldn't stop his moans from rolling off his tongue and just prayed no one would hear and complain. "Channie-ahh," he barely got out, and his eyes rolled back. "So close," was all he could add. 

"Don't," Chan told him firmly, kissing and biting the shell of his ear. Minho shivered at the command, his lover’s dominant aura making him submit more and more. 

"Please," he whimpered and gasped as Chan's grip around his neck tightened. 

"Beg for it, kitten," he told him, kissing his neck. 

A desperate whine left Minho's lips, pulling a groan from Chan. "Please let me cum," he asked, trying very hard to hold himself back from letting go. 

"You can do better than that," he chuckled darkly, pinching his nipple.

"Fuck- Please let me cum, hyung. Haven't I been a good kitten for you?" he whimpered, and his stomach flipped at his nearing high. "Please, Channie hyung, fuck!" His mouth ran without thinking by now, his whole body growing heavier on Chan. 

Chan let him beg for a little bit before finally giving him permission to cum. Minho didn't need a second invitation, tensing up around his cock and crying out his name in pure bliss. A string of loud moans and incoherent nonsense left his lips as Chan kept thrusting into him, guiding him through his high. 

Minho collapsed against him and panted softly, whimpering sweetly as Chan kissed his neck. "Such a good kitten," he whispered softly and gently lifted him off his cock, placing him in his lap. He soothingly rubbed his back and planted soft kisses on his hair. "Are you okay?" he checked in after taking off the blindfold. 

"I'm okay," he told him, snuggling into his chest. "But what about you?" he asked and ghosted his fingertip over his chest. He could tell Chan was still hard underneath him. 

"I'm fine, kitten. Don’t worry about me," he assured him. 

"If you promise to be gentle, I'll let you go again," he told him, and Chan chuckled softly. 

"I thought you don't like being overstimulated?" he asked, smiling as Minho straddled his lap with a soft grunt.

"I'd say we've gotten rid of all the sexual frustration now, so let's take it slow and steady?" he asked softly. The look in his eyes told Chan he was longing for it. 

"If that's what my baby wants," he nodded, and Minho smiled at him sweetly. Chan connected their lips to a kiss before lowering Minho into the pillows, hand soothingly fondling his hip. He got situated between his legs, and for a few minutes, all they did was share sweet and lazy kisses. Minho melted against him with a soft whine as he once more was buried deep inside of him. Chan kept the promise and went slow and gentle, drawing beautiful whimpers from his lips. Nothing could beat the sight of Minho beneath him, as vulnerable and bare as he is in this moment. Chan pulled back from a kiss and searched Minho's eyes. "I love you. Never doubt that, okay?" 

"I love you too," he whispered, smiling lazily at him. "Don't forget about that when things get tense between us."

"This time, I'll be there," he promised, and Minho shut him up with a desperate kiss. He really wanted to believe in that and nothing else. 

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[drdemonprince]

do you have tips for distracting yourself from thoughts you don't want to have?

As we all know intellectual repression does not work, so I try thinking of a problem that I actually do want to solve rather than worrying about a hypothetical problem that doesn't exist yet or one that cannot be solved.

Like so: "okay, let's stop worrying about this writing project that I am not able to work on right now because I'm not even near a fucking computer, and instead let's worry about making a shopping list and a meal plan for this whole week of groceries."

Or: "Okay, I'm not gonna be able to fix the guilt over my role my dad's death at the moment, so let's think about when I am going to hang out with XYZ person I've been meaning to see for a while, and what I could invite that person to go do."

I also try throwing my brain a challenging problem or intellectual exercise related to a topic that I am interested in, or reading about. Like so:

"Okay, I'm worrying a lot about the future of my job, but that isn't helpful right now, because I don't even know who my new boss is gonna be yet and I won't for another year. But here's something I do want to think deeply about: I am reading this very interesting book by Freddy deBoer right now about how the left fails to build large enough coalitions to achieve real political power, and he makes some fair points, but doesn't that concern of his seem to contradict his earlier point about how the neurodiversity movement is too large of a movement and too big of a tent, with not enough focus on those with really high support needs who hate their mental illness? I wonder what Freddy would say to that question?"

And then I'll spend a good long while pondering that question.

Another way that I cope with intrusive negative thoughts is to ask myself if a line of obsessive thinking or worry is going to bring me closer to the kind of person I want to be. And if it won't, what is something that I could be thinking about that might help me better embody that person.

So if I'm reenacting a fight with my mom over and over again in my head, I might notice this, and tell myself: hey. This thing we are thinking about is only making us a more angry and resentful person, which we don't need any more practice on. We are already good at being angry and resentful. Where do we actually need to grow? Oh! I remember, I wanted to start doing more volunteer work. I'll spend the duration of this bus ride looking up some local mutual aid groups and putting their events in my calendar. And so on.

I really think of using my brain as a form of exercise, if you'll excuse me for sounding a bit sigma male -- everything we think about, we get better at thinking about. Every thought process we engage in with our brains, we make more reflexive and natural-seeming for us. So if I want to be a more compassionate person, I can just sit and think about people in a compassionate light to slowly expand that skill. I'm bored of my own misanthropy, anxious worrying, fault-finding, and work-related stress at this point. Rather than telling myself to stop thinking about those things, I try offering my brain something else to exercise with.

Another thing I'll do is just turn on a podcast that will keep my mind engaged. True Anon, Trillbilly Worker's Party, Anime Sickos are all favorites. Sometimes that's enough to quiet down the noise, especially if paired with a vigorous activity like cleaning or a long walk.

[chaomother]

Can I have Sonic x reader jealous hcs? ( doesn't matter who's jealous)

yes you can! thanks for your patience, enjoy!

「sonic the hedgehog x gn!reader || headcanons」

when he’s jealous: 〚before dating〛

✩ When Sonic feels jealous and isn’t fully aware of the fact, he tends to be more touchy-feely with you—using any excuse possible to hold your hand or hug you. It doesn’t fully quell the spiteful fury scorching his gut, but it helps him feel assured to feel your body heat against him.

✩ He also tends to get morose and uncommunicative, the scowl on his face lucid from a mile away. Sonic will manspread with his foot tapping rapidly as he watches you and the guy you’re chatting with, seething. Knuckles or Tails will try to point out to him that he’s being moody, and he just snaps, “Yeah, and? If [Name] can pay attention to someone else—”

“Oh, so this IS about [Name].”

“What does that mean, Tails?!”

✩ As mean-spirited as this sounds, Sonic will purposefully show off his skills at the cost of someone else. Anything that’ll make you think higher of him than anyone else, and to get your sole attention on him. We all know that Sonic is proud and self-assured of his abilities, but he’ll give credit where credit is due; but in this case, he’ll overplay his own part in things just your eyes to be focused on him for a moment longer.

〚after dating〛 ✩ Now when the two of you are already in a relationship and he feels the familiar, dreadful fires of jealousy, Sonic will stop everything just to grab your face and plant a kiss on your lips. It doesn’t matter if you’re in the middle of a conversation or otherwise doing something either. “What was that for, Sonic?” “Just felt like kissing my angel♡”

And once the two of you get home, his hands are immediately all over your body as he presses you close against him. Considering how hot-and-heavy he was being all of a sudden, it’s easy for you to realize what he’s doing and subsequently call him out on it. When you ask him if he’s jealous, he’ll pout, bringing his mouth down to your neck to leave kisses there, “So what if I am? I love you, [Name], I love you so much.” His quiet voice resonates with your beating heart, and you open your arms up for him. He swiftly sweeps you into his arms and shuts the bedroom door behind you both.

✩ Another thing he’ll do is simply pick you up into his arms and proceed to carry you around everywhere. It’s pretty obvious that him carrying you like this is romantic, with how his lips brush softly against your forehead and the absolute tender glimmer in his eyes when you look at him; and he finds comfort in that, because there’s no one brave enough to flirt with you when you’re in the arms of Sonic The Hedgehog.

✩ Sonic will also bait you into admitting your love for him in front of other people. He’s very much for staking his claim openly for you, letting every person who he views as a threat know that you’re his. And to hear you blatantly confess your affections for him gives him a power rush and helps mitigate his jealousy. 

when you’re jealous:〚before dating〛

✩ When your own jealousy flares before the two of you have made your feelings for each other known, you get awfully childish. You won’t let him help you or carry you around like usual (especially if you’re fretting about how much he just holds onto someone else, even in the context to save them; and you know that isn’t fair). But then you can’t help but feel overjoyed when he refuses to listen to you and obdurately saves you from any danger anyway. “I can’t let you get hurt! I don’t know why you’re mad at me, but I won’t let you fall! Ever!”

✩ You know Sonic has a ton of admirers, citizens and fans alike who’d do anything for him; and it’s always your own fault when you get into your head about them fawning over him. You thought you’d never admit your dislike towards his supporters—but you did in a heated moment, saying, “I don’t like it when they’re all over you! What makes me any different than them?”

“Haha, what are you talking about? Your opinion is the only one that matters to me anyway,” he grins sincerely, reaching his hands out to seize up your own, “Well? I’m waiting for you to praise me!!”

〚after dating〛 ✩ Sonic goes absolutely feral when you get jealous. He’ll tease you, thinking you’re the cutest little thing in the whole universe, while simultaneously feeling his heart and ego grow in size from how much he adores you and how you’re scared of losing him. He’ll shower you in endless kisses, whispering against your ears, “I love you, I love you. How could I ever look at anyone else when you’re this irresistible and good to me?”

Despite his more lighthearted, playful remarks meant to soothe your palpitating heart, Sonic does take your concerns very seriously and will get stern in reassuring you that you’re the one he wants and loves. He’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it.

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[not-goldy]

Not your followers thinking Jimin doesn't need to be big star also. Are they even sane ??? EACH AND EVERY MEMBER IN BTS IS AMBITIOUS AF, ESPECIALLY JM. But unlike JK, JM is not airhead to keep on saying he want to be next big thing, want to be seen as this het fuckboy who only sings about sex to be seen as mature, want to be one and only kpop star to do so bla bla bla all while not lifting a pen to write songs, won't have streams and sales without a 938397328 versions and all that mediaplay from company. Or atleast the bare minimum hold a mic properly and talk/sing without fidgeting and embarrassing yourself. How you gonna dominate western market without even communication skills lmao.. those times when he used to stand in shade of RM is gone lol. Jk's big project DREAMERS debuted under bubbling 100 while JM gave that YG company their 1st hot 100 entry by a collab. So saying JK is this and that while we are not seeing results organically is dumb af. Golden maknae because he sing and dance some white man's songs which company already bought success for ? Oh there's 100 other artists who sings and dance way better than him. He can't hold 5 mins on stage if he's doing a dance battle with Jimin lol.

What company doing to members IS INJUSTICE AF.. especially Jimin who fucking proved he can also be the 'next big thing'. But they conveniently sweep him under rug so his shine won't affect their industry plant launch. Or why can't they support him too ???? Is it that difficult ? JK didn't do a shit and got everything. I BET HE WONT DEBUT NO.1 FOR SEVEN NOR GET ALL THOSE RECORDS IF IT WAS NOT THE PUSH FROM SCOOTS. BE FR. Go and check his BB points to see how payola impacted his chart. It would've been a -48 like 3D on second week too. While what we asked for Jimin was the deserved support in 2nd week for a song which fucking went no.1 with fans support and artist impact alone. It's NOT secretly wishing JK's treatment for JM, but asking what he fucking deserves. Literally any company will give the extra promos for his in 2nd week but not hybe who's on a mission to sell themselves to somehow establish JK in west 😬

And don't say JM will chose me over JK. Did I said I want JM to chose me ????? THIS IS HIS CAREER HE WORKED HARD FOR NOT A FUCKASS RELATIONSHIP. Even if you look at their relationship also, it's the same lol. JM keep on giving and giving him his everything while JK sit back and enjoy Jimin while not even bothering to post a simple bday wish or go and meet him even after him begging a 100 times.

YOU CANT CALL OTHERS JK ANTIS BECAUSE THEY SEE TRUTH AND SAY IT OUT LOUD. Ask him to play fairly like a man 1st, then we will see who's the real winner here ?

DAMN IF PSYCHO WAS A PERSON

IF HE'S WINNING DOES IT MATTER HOW HE'S WINNING???? DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW THINGS WORK IN THIS WORLD OR ARE YOU ONE OF THE DELULUS WHO THINK HARD WORK IS EVERYTHING?

You are crazy if you think money, connections, power, politics, privilege and luck play zero role in making a star. Please find other 2 yr olds and hug them, don't bring this shit to the adult table its embarrassing.

I'm embarrassed for you.

Scoot---- okay, MA'AM A PUSH IS A PUSH WHETHER IT'S FROM SCOOBY-DOO OR THE DEVIL

TAKE YOUR WEIRD MORAL COMPASS AND CHICKEN CHANGE ETHICS TO SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY GIVES A FUCK

READ MY LIPS

Go weep somewhere else.

You gonna come on the internet and bitch complain bout how the entertainment industry is not fair WELL BOO HOO CRY ME A RIVER YOU LOSER.

And make sure you come with a costume next time so we know the circus from whence you came Missy Clowniot.

You give PJMs a bad name you ASS HAT

You sound like those whiny kpop losers who complain BTS has privilege and connections and power and their lame loser favs don't- as if power and connections are things you throw on people's laps.

If Hard work is all it takes BTS WOULD HAVE SEVERAL GRAMMYS YOU DUMBASS.

And the fact you out here farting yourself in the name of Park Jimin irks me so much. Here's the truth you want so bad, YOU SUCK. And you making Jimin out to be pathetic too damn.

Now I know it's not Park Jimin you out here acting like he's inferior and a victim and a loser who needs the bar to be lowered and for people to choose him love him play fair and nice before he can win. Child THE AUDACITY.

YOU DON'T THINK DO YOU??

I know he's not the one you fucking dragging through the mud indirectly with these brain dead waste of breathe rants.

PLEASE STOP JIMIN DON'T NEED A FAN LIKE YOU.

YOU ARE EMBARRASSING HIM.

The nerve and audacity for you to even compare him to- WELL ANY ONE I'M ABOUT TO PUT HANDS ON YOU FOR THAT.

I WILL SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU FOR THIS FOR REAL.

It's the lack of intelligence and you not taking a hint and you not knowing when to stop- FUCK IT LET'S GET NASTY THEN.

THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN YOU AND I IS I CAN'T PUT ANY ONE ON A PEDESTAL ABOVE PARK JIMIN ENOUGH TO VICTIMIZE HIM THE WAY YOU DO.

HE'S IN A LEAGUE OF HIS OWN PLEASE LEAVE HIM ALONE HE IS NOT COMPETING WITH NO FUCKING ONE

HAVE SOME FUCKING CLASS AND TACT

OR GO OVER THERE WHERE THE OTHER PJMs OF YOUR CALIBRE ARE

IF JIMIN SEES THIS HE WILL THROW UP AND I'M GONNA WIPE HIS VOMIT WITH YOUR FACE YOU RAGGEDY ASS

NEVER EVER EVOOOOORRR COMPARE PARK BIG DADDY JIMIN TO ANY ONE LET ALONE HIS SWEET HEART

NO ONE IS ON HIS LEVEL AND NO ONE WILL EVER BE.

ALSO JIKOOK ARE A FUCKING POWER COUPLE THE FUCK!

IF JUNGKOOK'S POWER MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE

GO SIT OVER THERE

[iamumbra195]

Y’know, the reason tatsuki probably latched onto Orihime is probably because she lost Ichigo. Not in the literal way but in the sense that Ichigo was probably her closest friend as a kid and even now, she’s still incredibly fond of him but there’s this very palpable distance between them. It’s like when you have a best friend for years and then suddenly you don’t feel like your their best friend anymore while they’re still yours

So when Orihime came along who 1) had orange hair and 2) is the literal embodiment of sunshine like little ichigo, she latched onto her. And then when Orihime got her powers and sort of started to drift away, Tatsuki noticed

she doesn’t like change because change took away her first best friend and now she’s scared of losing her second. But when things don’t change the way she feared they would she doesn’t say anything when she sees Orihime and Ichigo doing weird spiritual stuff, content to ignore it because unlike with Ichigo at first, she and Orihime both began seeing spirits about the same time and supported each other so even if Orihime can fight the monsters there’s like an equalization in their relationship-- Tatsuki protects Orihime from real world stuff and Orihime protects her from spiritual stuff. It’s why their relationship works in a way Ichigo and Tatsuki’s didn’t at first, because Orihime doesn’t stonewall Tatsuki in the same way Ichigo does. At first, anyways.

It even says the Tatsuki can sense her so even if she doesn’t have powers they have a connection on a spiritual level and she’s scared to lose that. So when Orihime disappears out of nowhere with no warning, she’s angry and terrified and she knows exactly who to go to because this kind of stuff only happens around Ichigo

So when he stonewalls her YET AGAIN, she snaps because this time, one of the most important ppl in her life is missing and someone who is supposed to be her friend refuses to tell her anything despite all the time, the years they’ve known each other. It’s double the hurt for her, seeing how little Ichigo trusts her, even in matters that concern others

which is great call out to Ichigo’s issues with trusting ppl and making every little thing his responsibility while refusing to rely on anyone else, adressed by Renji and Rukia later on in the arrancar arc when they yell at him for not waiting for them and trusting them to come back and help

the repeated theme of being asked if they’re friends and why he can’t trust them is just so painful because the difference in thee responses to Tatsuki and Rukia just put into perspective how much Ichigo pushd Tatsuki away since his mom died

That was tatsuki’s breaking point and it’s an accumulation of all the hurt of losing her best friend and hearing him say that probably hurt both her and Keigo and Mizuiro because they’ve been there the entire time, haven’t they? It wasn’t fair for them to be sidelined like this, especially when it’s their friends, when they can see all the weird stuff that’s happening but feel as if they can’t talk to Ichigo because he tries so hard to protect everyone that all he ends up doing is hurting them

once again, Ichigo’s trust issues, even with ppl who can fight, even with ppl who have raided sereitei with him

‘Not strong enough’ is interesting. He tries to deter ppl from helping him and coming to his side because he feels that being around them hurts them, he feels that Orihime’s kidnapping is all his fault. And he does this by hurting them with words.

‘Don’t come near me’ ‘You aren’t strong enough’

Another beautiful call out

Hearing Ichigo say he’ll save Orihime and apologize to her and the others probably made her realize how much he’s been surpressing and how much he’s been hiding from her in a stupid attempt to protect and she hates it, hates how much she understand it because it’s always been in his nature

It makes their friendship post-aizen both bitter sweet and awesome because she finally knows everything but he no longer has his powers so their positions are switched because no she’s the spiritually aware one while he has nothing to hold onto

But she treats him the same nonetheless (Mizuiro and Keigo do as well, Keigo even goes out of his way to check up on Ichigo, after the timeskip to makesure he’s doing okay)

Anyways that’s enough of my rant about the messy friendship that is Tatsuki Ichigo and Orihime :)

A beautiful fic from Tatsuki’s perspective and some cute Ichigo & Tatsuki friendship: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47193712

#tatsuki arisawa #ichigo kurosaki #keigo asano #mizuiro kojima #orihime inoue #chad yasutora #ishida uryuu #kisuke urahara #rukia kuchiki #renji abarai #bleach #character analysis #relationship analysis #Ichigo's an idiot with trust issues and guilt complex #he tries SO hard to take everything on by himself that he pushes people away #and he doesn't realize just how much he means to all these people #but he's getting better #and it's very clear in the tybw arc how much better he's gotten #cause he actually relies on ppl to do their part and they do #even if he ultimately does have to save the day

[sailing-ever-west]

I need sleep but I am thinking about Nya. Spending her teen years largely isolated bc the boys are a team and she's not there yet. Ignored and underestimated because Wu never thought to question his biases let alone teach his students to do the same. The support character. The babysitter. (All day every day therapist, mother, maid.)

But using every slight to her advantage.

Being ignored is all the better for secrets. Being deemed powerless makes it all the easier to hide the power you have. Staying behind leaves time to build and create. Being someone Lloyd looks up to from a young age means he will see her as strong even when the others don't.

She puts so much work and passion into everything she does. She builds her own strength.

And then to learn now the role she was originally denied is what she has to be, like her choice doesn't even matter. Never given a right to her own power because it didn't serve everyone else yet. She's an accessory until they need her to be more powerful for them. It's not fair.

But it's never been fair. So again she rises.

Most of all, I can't stop thinking about her in season 6. After all of this, an accomplished samurai without anyone else's support, and a ninja elemental master who gained her true potential at an incredibly accelerated pace, to go on interviews and get asked about her love life.

To see herself the target of tabloid magazines speculating her private emotions, to get left out of things still even though she has every right to be with the team, to get asked to teach girls how to do their makeup when she's a martial artist, elemental master, engineer, and pilot.

I just. Wish I could give her a hug at every phase of her life, and tell her she's strong enough. That the rest of her matters, not just her looks or her usefulness at the time. The way her storyline morphs from the narrative being against her to eventually supporting her is just,,, so important to me.

Yeah. Nya.

#ninjago #nya smith #.txt #ninjago meta #ninjago nya #nya jiang #and this is not to even talk about her coming back in crystallized and being treated like shes powerless again #all the villains mocking her for not having control of water. as if she wasn't WILDLY competent before getting powers #as if samurai x didnt KICK BUTT #yeah. hhh

[stewyhosseini-bf]

no i do think you're right that people do dramatize when ken is mean to his siblings way more than when the roman and shiv do it. like roman mocks kendall's stutter all the time but when kendall does it to shiv... i wonder why that reaction is tho? sometimes i think it's bc people are just so set on the kendall will turn into logan arc that they latch onto everything kendall does as logan-coded more than the other kids. more than the writers intend us to too

yeah I truly do wonder about it as well. And I could totally see that 'kendall is being logan-ified' thing as a reason, but I feel like there's something else to it as well. I mean, to be fair, Kendall and Shiv are both probably a bit more ruthless with each other than either of them is with Roman, for example, or Roman with them (shiv telling Logan to send Ken to prison, Shiv's letter, ken sabotaging shiv's speech, all the insults Kendall throws at her, especially in s3) while each of their fights with roman are, mostly, more like 'normal' sibling-fights, aka insults and/or physically fighting each other. which isn't to say they're not still fucked-up and hurtful, but I feel like the scale of the consequences is often bigger with ken and shiv's fights, as demonstrated perfectly in 4x8.

So I can see why people have stronger reactions to their 'fights'. I think what puzzles me though, is when people pick one of their sides and insist they're the 'better' one/ the other is the 'worse' one? without acknowledging that they're both continually pretty horrible to each other. Which isn't a kendall-and-shiv-specific problem but more of a thing that exists within discussions about any relationship and character on the show - the idea that there is always some 'better' person, whose actions can be excused because someone else's actions were worse. Which is not how anything works and also just not how this show is written.

I don't know. I also think, to get back to the ken and shiv discussion, something those one-sided arguments tend ignore is that they're actually pretty close, when they're not destroying each other's lives lol. They both defend the other person in fights (last episode's tom thing, but also in Austerlitz when shiv gets mad about Logan spreading rumors, or kendall about Logan yelling at her, etc), they both, consistently, are the first or only person the other turns to when they're in trouble / need support (Ken asking shiv to take care of him in 2x4, Shiv calling Ken to tell him Rhea fucked her over and to help him in 2x7 /2x8, etc) and they often enough cannot stay mad at the other person, no matter what they say (like how shiv is the first one to soften up and talk to Ken/forgive him after the bear hug thing, how he says to her he doesn't know if they come back from the letter but then pretty quickly jokes about it and seems to have forgiven her). Like, I guess, the way people simplify and remove all nuance from their relationship by picking sides and acting like any wrongdoing on either of their parts stems from them actually hating each other / being rivals / being plain ruthless and horrible people is incomprehensible to me. It's pretty clear to me that they're siblings who love each other but never learned how to do that without also fighting each other every step of the way, and being in constant competition, fueled by Logan pitting the kids against each other from a very young age. But, again, that whole mindset people have is not at all merely a shiv and kendall thing, and it stems from the same misunderstanding of the show that makes people watch it as a game of thrones-style fight for who gets to be CEO, instead of a show about a very complicated and broken family abusing their enormous amounts of influence and power in ways that have immensely destructive outcomes.

#that last sentence is a simplification. the show is about even more than that but if theres something its NOT #it's game of thrones but business-edition #ask #succession #kendall roy #shiv roy

[true--north]

All Is Found: The next right things

Spoilers

A spring day of the young queen Anna. She tries to please everyone and be in time for everything, tries to imitate Elsa's style but it doesn't work because Anna is Anna. I liked Anna/Kristoff&Olaf&Sven chaotic good dynamic in this story, they are so funny as a team running through a daily fuss: Anna's social awkwardness, Kristoff's nonchalance and being-raised-in-the-woods past, Olaf's deeply serious remarks and Sven's "I can't help with these two." Elsa was a supportive figure that appeared at the last moment to lift Anna's spirits.

Some quotes:

This story is a Southern Isles and Hans story, they are well-mentioned here. Anna has an important visit from the Isles, probably that free trade union that was mentioned in "Anna and the King" and "Cold Secrets Deep Down" of All Is Found. Anna kind of still not let her shameful(as she thinks) failure with Hans go.

“Ooh, is this the dress you’re wearing to your meeting with one of the princes from the Southern Isles? I like it. I like it. It says, ‘I’ve forgotten all about your lying youngest brother who pretended to love me and then tried to kill me.’”

“Wait, what?” Anna groaned and yanked on the hairbrush she was using to tame and braid her hair.

There were few things she liked less than being reminded of the very brief period when she’d thought she should marry the evil Prince Hans of the Southern Isles. To be fair, Hans had been the first guy her own age she’d talked to in thirteen years, so maybe it made sense that he’d spun her head a bit.

She was pretty sure that his twelve older brothers were not evil, but some of them delighted in reminding her of her almost-fatal infatuation.

Not evil? Since this book has inherited the Frozen Heart names, validating its existence, does it also inherit their background as it probably should? I see that All Is Found tries to paint Hans as the black sheep of the overall good family.

When Anna rushed into the library, she found Prince Lars of the Southern Isles and his wife, Princess Helga, seated at a long table between two giant stacks of books. Her shoes skidded on the polished wooden floor as she came to a stop above the inlaid design.

Queens were probably not supposed to skid. Or be late. Or get in dubious engagements with men they’d just met. Stupid Hans! He wasn’t even here and he was still making things awkward.

Prince Lars was a tall, round man with a warm smile and large spectacles. Helga was shorter and rounder, with bigger glasses and a bigger smile.

She liked Lars—of the thirteen Southern Isles princes, he might have been her favorite—but he and his wife were the most likely to bore her to sleep with historical facts.

Means that Anna had met the others as well?

Lars and his wife about Elsa and Arendelle:

“Will she be joining us?” asked Helga. “I’ve heard so much about her wonderful powers.”

“My country so enjoyed working with your sister, if only from afar,” added Lars.

“We appreciate the invitation to your home and hope we enjoy working with you just as much.”

Hans's Father the King of the Southern Isles once had given Queen Iduna amber earrings: "They were a symbol of the strong bond between our kingdoms.” Now Anna wears them at the meeting.

“[]Just expressing our gratitude for your hospitality and your willingness to make sure that, er, bit of unpleasantness with Hans doesn’t impact the long friendship between Arendelle and the Southern Isles.” (Lars)

“Unpleasantness? Oh, you mean that time your youngest brother tried to kill me and my sister?” Anna had tried to make it sound like a joke, but the prince and princess winced.

“That would be it,” he said.

Anna probably wasn’t supposed to mention that. Hadn’t she hoped that they wouldn’t mention it? There was a long, uncomfortable silence.

Anna's Queenship

As she dashed through the castle’s corridors, Anna’s braid began to unravel. She tucked it under her crown and hoped it would stay put. Maybe she’d start a new hair trend. Disheveled chic? That could be a thing.

The best part of being queen was the opportunities it gave her to make people’s lives better

She loved meeting Arendellians

Anna wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was the queen of Arendelle. She had been for a few months now, since her sister, Elsa, moved to the Enchanted Forest to bring balance to the Spirits of Nature. Sometimes that idea still baffled her

As she quickly changed into her gown, she wondered, not for the first time, how Elsa had done it all. She knew her sister was amazing—literally magical—but still. Sometimes Anna felt like she needed two of herself so she could be in more places at once

But different scenes for different queens! She and Elsa had their own ways of doing things

Anna knew she still didn’t look like some storybook’s picture of a perfect, regal queen. Her hair was wet; there was dirt beneath her nails; there were pins in her dress, and probably some sugary children’s handprints on it, too—but each of these was a sign of her connection to Arendelle.

She didn’t have to be a queen like anyone else. She only had to be true to herself… and maybe double-check her schedule… and let those who loved her help.

She beamed at her favorite people. “I don’t know what I’d do without you all.”

Elsa helped Anna fasten the earring, then linked her arm through her sister’s. “Well, good thing you’ll never have to find out.”

(Sounds like a premise for F3: Anna all alone)

“I want to be a good queen, but everyone needs something. How do I do the next right thing when they’re all right things and they’re happening at the same time? How did you make being queen look so easy?”

Elsa laughed. “Easy? Being queen is a huge job; it was never easy. If I made it look easy, it’s only because I had you and Olaf and Kristoff and Sven here to help me.”

“You're a great queen. We all think that you're a great queen.” (Elsa)

“You have such a big heart; you want to help everyone—but people want to help you, too. Let us. It’s what sisters do.”(Elsa) (Is it you, Elsa, who says this?)

Little Anna's loneliness:

She crushed the invitation to her chest, remembering all her own birthdays after the castle gates had been shut when she was five. On every birthday candle, she’d wished for friends.

She tried to remember what she’d wanted when she was ten. Mostly it had just been Elsa’s company.

It wasn’t right for a child in Arendelle to have to celebrate her birthday alone. Not if Anna could do something about it

#all is found #queen anna #frohana #frozen 2 #prince hans #hans westergaard #anna and hans

[groenendaelfic]

i love YR and i love wille and simon so much but i will be a simon defender till the day i die. i can see both wille’s and simon’s POVs for how they acted but idk as poor POC simon’s actions resonate more with me. regardless, the reason why i say this is because i always see so much more wille support/simon hate online than i do vice versa. im not asking for wille hate but im asking for prepubescent girls to stop supporting wille simply because he’s an attractive white boy. i dont know—maybe im oversimplifying things but what do you think about the split between simom defenders and wille defenders?

I get it. It's not fair but I get it.

Why?

Because Simon is all of us.

I might be able to identify more with Wilhelm when it comes to many things, his personality, his anxiety, his temper... but in essence every single one of us will always have more in common with Simon than with Wilhelm.

It doesn't matter how different our lives, upbringings and the small everyday things which shaped and defined us are from Simon's. It doesn't matter how much I see my younger self reflected in Wilhelm, how much I can relate to his struggles (I mean it does, but for this specific argument it doesn't). My life will still always be closer to Simon's than to Wilhelm's.

We are Simon. Simon fucks up. Simon makes mistakes. Far reaching mistakes, and it's always easier to be self-critical and insecure than not to.

I'm Simon. But I wouldn't have done xyz! (I wouldn't, I'd either have done something worse or nothing at all, which might just be worse still.)

Simon is a teen and he makes teen mistakes. Sometimes understandable ones, sometimes stupid ones, sometimes crazy ones.

It's normal. It's relatable, it's every one of us but different. Of course it's easier to be critical of Simon. To 'hate on' Simon. He is us, but he doesn't always act like we would, nor does he act like the idealized version of the beloved character we want him to be.

He's a teenager and he's flawed and he's human. We love him and we want him to be perfect but he isn't. Of course there's Simon 'hate'. It's not okay, but I get it.

Simon is us, but he makes mistakes we, however unconsciously, think we wouldn't. We think we would do better, or at least we hope so, and so we criticize him.

It's not right, but I also get the urge to do so even if I don't approve.

Wilhelm however? Wilhelm is different.

Wilhelm is a prince. Worse, he's a crown prince and future king. He's His Royal Highness The Crown Prince of Sweden, Duke of Some Historical Province or Another.

His entire existence causes a knee-jerk reaction of defensiveness. At least it does in me.

Him being a minor who didn't choose who he was born as helps, but it's not enough. Yes, his life isn't easy. Yes he's living with pressure none of us can understand. Not the irl crown princess and not rwrb's Henry.

But he also has power and privilege and wealth the likes of which we'll never truly be able to comprehend. No matter what he chooses to do once he's an adult, he'll always have that.

Wilhelm's entire existence is a reflection of most of what's wrong with this world. I cannot in good conscience root for him and I shouldn't like him. We shouldn't romanticize and glorify royalty, not even fictional one, because all their wealth, power and privilege is built on our backs and sustained by our backs.

I should hate him, not feel sorry for him. I shouldn't empathize with him.

And yet Wille is my bb and my fav and I love him and he never did anything wrong in his life. Not ever. Wille is perfect. He deserves the world and I'll defend him and his wrongs to the very end of it and damn everything and everyone else.

Why?

Because if I start to acknowledge, in all seriousness, that any of his mistakes or wrongs are in fact mistakes and deserve (more) consequences, no matter if it's the fact that he's an objectively bad friend to Felice (I'm already getting super defensive typing these words because Wilhelm, my poor bb, had reasons and deserves to be selfish!) or that you never, ever point any gun at anyone, not ever, or any of his other numerous mistakes, then I'm opening up a Pandora's box I cannot close again.

Yes, he's a teenager and he's flawed and he's human. Yes, he makes stupid, far reaching mistakes. Yes, it's everyone else who hands him his power and privilege. Yes, it's all inherited, as is his wealth, but that doesn't make it alright.

You cannot, in good conscience, root for Wilhelm without also acknowledging or at least being aware of the inherent power dynamics at play, and I'm not only talking about Wilhelm and Simon's relationship, but Wilhelm and everyone, including his mother and the royal court and the entire government.

All three need Wilhelm more than he needs them, and once he fully realizes that he's going to be (even more of) a menace.

Wilhelm doesn't have any political power on paper, but that doesn't mean that his actions can't influence and control the entire Swedish legislature for years. That can be good, sure, at least in the long term, but it'll also take away from much needed other laws etc being discussed and passed, ones which would better the lives of many Swedes directly and immediately. That is scary, because it's real, or it could be.

Wilhelm is a minor and Young Royals is captivating, fictional escapism. But my ardent republican heart (of the non US kind) still struggles with not getting immediately defensive when talking about my love for Wilhelm, because Young Royals is also so real and realistic and a reflection of so many things which are still extremely problematic in our oh so progressive, look at how much worse all the other countries are, can't you be happy with what you've got? part of the world in ways many other shows aren't, and Wilhelm and his rank and title and entire existence are at the heart of it.

The biggest 'problem' Young Royals has is that despite the premise, it is so realistic and relatable and well done. It's almost impossible to escape into the fiction of it to a degree where you can solely focus on the cute boys falling in love and the romantic tragedy of their struggles, without also being at the very least peripherally aware of our reality being reflected in every scene.

Young Royals is romantic and hot and heart-wrenching, but it also criticizes the system and society and shows us exactly how little people like Simon, people like us, matter to the upper class, and it does so from the very first episode in which Simon tries his best to stay strong and tells everyone exactly who the country's biggest welfare receivers are. And he's right.

Simon deserves our defense, our support. But I don't feel the need to. I should, because Simon is not as strong as he wants to be, but he's also a normal teen and nothing is easier than looking down on teenagers and people we can identify with or have things in common with. We all do it all the time, willingly or not, consciously or not, thinking we're better, that we'd do better, no matter how much we love them, because not doing so would mean acknowledging our own faults and flaws, would mean we'd have to admit that Simon is doing the best he can in a way most of us probably wouldn't be able to.

Wilhelm however? I can identify with parts of him despite of everything he stands for and not because, and that is scary, because I don't want to have anything in common with a future hereditary head of state.

I don't want to sympathize with royalty, with people who can control others around them with nothing but words, worse their mere existence. People who, were I to address them in anything other than the third person and with a title, would consider me to be the rude one, as would everyone around us.

And yet I do. I do identify with Wilhelm. I sympathize with him. I think I understand him, but scratching the surface of that is dangerous, because no matter how much we need escapism in these hard times romanticizing royalty, sympathizing with them and thinking they're just like us is not only tricky but dangerous.

It's what the elites want, all of them, while they laugh at our plight and profit off of our hard work. It's what gets horrible people elected president and billionaires turned into cool, dudebro heroes. It's a slippery slope and none of them are the exception, no matter how much they try to convince us otherwise.

Of course we get defensive, of course we're so passionate to highlight that Wilhelm's mistakes are okay and are overly critical of Simon's.

Defending Wilhelm is not rational, it's not logical, and yet it is, which is why I will burn down the world in Wille's defense and serve it to him on a silver platter, because my bb deserves everything and his feelings and struggles are valid and who am I to judge. Wille never did anything wrong.

Finally, I get where you're coming from, but please don't make this about prepubescent girls. Or teenage girls. Being a girl that age is hard. Your body and feelings are changing in ways you don't understand, people suddenly treat you differently. Adults, kids, other teens no matter their gender. You are sexualized, and your intelligence and skills are suddenly only of secondary importance at best. It's scary, and even when it's good it's not safe. You always need to be wary and careful lest you have to pay a price for your joyful inattentiveness, a potentially traumatic, life changing price. Being a prepubescent and teenage girl is also wonderful and freeing and eye opening in the best way, but anything you do or say will always be reduced to silly teenage girl, even by other teenage girls, someone to be made fun of and not taken seriously, when in truth nothing requires more strength and tenacity than surviving as a prepubescent and teenage girl. So if fixating on attractive, unattainable white boys helps? Let them and don't judge, no matter your age or gender. It's not perfect, but it's safe. More, it's a safe way to explore your budding sexuality and bond with others along the way, something which is so important when nothing about being a girl that age ever feels safe, not even when you think you can do anything and know everything. That attractive, unattainable (white) boy? Be it Wilhelm or the current boygroup heartthrob of choice? He is going to reveal private things about himself (most likely made up, but that doesn't invalidate how finding out those facts makes you feel) without demanding a price, you can develop an intense parasocial relationship with him and learn and grow from it, it can help you in many ways which aren't obvious at first (I still keep up with my teenage boygroup and listen to every one of their new albums even though it's been twenty years and I've had musical anhedonia for almost as long), and he will never, ever grope you or insult you or make you feel awkward and insecure, nor will he ever pressure you to do something you're not ready for (unless it's to spend money you don't have on useless stuff you desperately need). Please don't be condescending or judgmental of prepubescent girls, especially ones having to grow up in the age of social media and smartphones everywhere. Fixating on the attractive white boy is a matter of self-defense. It doesn't mean they aren't aware of what they're doing or that doing so isn't ideal. They know. Everyone is constantly telling them and making them feel guilty about it. Please don't be one of them.

#this is why I'm so bad at answering asks #I always end up writing an essay #ask me anything #random ramblings #simon eriksson #crown prince wilhelm #wilmon #young royals