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[mrsparrasblog]

Layover in Glasgow

Summary: You're living your dream working as a flight attendant after a very bad breakup. On your layovers, you meet all sorts of men from a special Taskforce, each trying to charm their way into your heart. Who will succeed in finding his way into your heart?

Rating: E

Pairing: Soap x plus size readers

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI

TW: Oral sex, p in v sex dirty talk , a tiny bit stalking

Next part: Layover in Liverpool

why does he remind me of Johnny

Layover in Glasgow

Being a flight attendant has always been your dream. You have already seen many places; unfortunately, not anything outside of Europe since Ryanair couldn't give you the luxury of layovers in LA, Shanghai, or Bali. It was still more than enough. This time, you could scratch Scotland off your bucket list.

And it was just like you imagined: cold, rainy, and beautiful. Instead of admiring nature, you found yourself in one of Glasgow's most famous pubs with your crew, drinking pints.

After a while, your best friend left, sneaking off with the captain to the bathroom—typical.

You wanted to pay your tab before a pretty handsome guy walked towards you and said, "Let me invite you to a drink before ya leave, bonnie."

God, he was the most handsome man you’d seen in a while. He was a bit short for your liking, but his ripped muscles and icy blue eyes definitely made up for it. "Sorry, I need to go; start early tomorrow,“ you sighed, not being able to flirt a bit more with this man.

"Where urr ye aff tae this late, anyway?“ He asked curiously; he was already ready to offer you a ride, but you looked like one of those girls who would call the police if he asked.

"Hotel,“ you replied shortly. If you were a bit less drunk, you’d probably tell him a lie, like to your boyfriend, so he would toss off, but he was cute, and your best friend left you for the captain anyway.

"Yer not from here, then, are you? You got a bit of the tourist in ya," he muttered.

"I'm not a tourist,“ you replied, bratty. Well, kinda you were, but kinda not, though.

"What brings you here, then?" Soap asked curiously as he shifted his weight on his legs, glancing down at the bar. He already liked you, beautiful and snarky. God,  he was down for you. "Business? Family? A lover?" He asked, his voice teasing a bit as he looked back at you. He really hoped and begged God that you hadn’t a lover over here.

"I'm a flight attendant.“

"A flight attendant..." Soap repeated slowly at first, taking a second to process that before a grin split across his face, imagining you in your uniform and how he would rip it apart. "Oh, so you're one of those ones who get to travel the world. Yer a lucky lass.“

„Mhm very lucky, my first layover in Glasgow“

Soap grinned at this, his blue eyes brightening with amusement as his gaze wandered back to you. "Yer first time in Scotland, eh? You have no clue how lucky you are.“ He leaned forward, almost into your personal bubble. "The accent, the history, the food—the women are a bit crazy, though," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle. Oh, how he could brag around having a girl like you by his squad; you had the exact body type Price would kill for, the exact attitude Kyle loved from a lass, and the height and confidence the Lt preferred. 

„And the men aren’t crazy here?“ You raised a brow; he seemed seemingly crazy with his mohawk and the way he was able to walk into your personal space. Thoughts about how you could pull on his hair while riding him lived rent-free in your head.

Soap burst out in a deep, rumbling laugh as you asked. "Oh, they're even crazier," he grinned, a cheeky glint in his icy blue eyes. "I don't reckon you'd like 'em all that much, to be honest. Most of 'em are either drunk, dumb, mean, or a combination of all three," Soap chuckled, his head tipping to the side.

"And you are drunk, dumb, or mean?“ Fuck, his eyes already got you memoized. Would it be really wrong to take him to the hotel just for a little fun? Maybe you could ride that beautiful face.

"Well I  cannae say ah'ament a' o' th' 'boon at time, but, ah reckon a'm' the most braw." Soap asserted, a self-satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. 

„You think of yourself as the most handsome?“ 

Soap smirked. "That's fur a'm." He maintained absolute confidence. "I could be the most arrogant person alive, and it'd still be true," he laughed. "I bet I'm the most handsome bloke you've ever seen.“

„So what's your name, arrogant handsome guy?“ 

"The handsome, arrogant guy in question would happen to be John 'Soap' MacTavish," he answered with a grin. You didn't even question that his nickname was a fucking cleaning product.

„Nice to meet you, John.“

"Aye, same here, but whit dae I  get the pleasure of cawin ye?"

You didn't want to answer this; you weren’t open to a relationship too much, and you were already hurt by your last ex-boyfriend idiot pathetic way too tall military guy.“Let me be honest, I'm not really into anything serious with my job, but if you want to come with me in my hotel room, I wouldn't mind.“

Soap blinked at your bluntness, the corner of his lips twitching as a grin spread across his face. "I wasn't looking for something serious, but I'm sure your hotel room wouldn't be too bad.“ Sleeping around was never a problem for Johnny; he was the one to get the most lays around his squad, mainly because Garrick didn't participate, Ghost scared lassies, and Price was too afraid to hurt the woman he liked. Soft little things with wide hips and round faces weren’t for his callused hands. He kind of wanted more from you than a lay; you were just so damn perfect, but he was sure you were just like every girl he slept with, telling him it was a one-night thing, but after six screaming orgasms, they all wanted to become Mrs. MacTavish.

You walked with him towards your hotel, his hand always around the end of your back, slowly gliding to your ample bottom, squeezing it through the tight skirt you wore.

Before you arrived at the hotel, you gave one last warning: „I don’t do relationships, only sex.“

Soap grinned at your bluntness. "Good, 'Cause that makes two of us; I'm not the kind to fall for someone. I'm too busy for all the emotions and nonsense crap," Soap said bluntly. "Just good fun. Nothing else.“ He practically copied his LT words, but you don’t need to know this. 

Soap followed you into the hotel room with a satisfied grin, closing the door silently behind him as he pressed you back onto the bed, one hand resting on your upper thigh as he leaned in for another kiss. His large hands quickly began running along your sides, tracing up along your back as his lips gently tugged at your bottom lip. “Ne'er bin wi' someone as tall or muscular as me?“

You laughed at that, unfortunately hurting his ego "You're the shortest guy I ever had sex with,“ and you didn't even lie, especially not after your 6’10 bastard of an ex-boyfriend. 

Soap laughed aloud at this, his accent practically rumbling as his grin grew. "There's no way you're tellin' me there's been a load of men taller than me. I'm six feet tall!" Soap complains, "Am I really the shortest?" His face grew kind of insecure, but if you only knew your moments, they would make him want you more.

„Yes, but don’t worry, your accent makes it up.“

„Mhm, like my accent?“ He smiled, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. 

„Yes“

„Good thing my accent is not the only thick thing about me,“ he replied with a smirk, removing his shirt and showing off his perfectly thick Lucious abs. You traced along the happy trail, eager to remove his pants, and he was right; he was incredibly thick. He wasn’t by any chance the biggest you had with his 7 solid inches but by far the thickest. His dick didn't spring up; it hung heavy and low with his angry leaking tip. You licked your lips, eager to finally have something other than your finger inside of your pleading hole.

„Like what you see, hen?“ He smirked, an arrogant Corky bastard, but somehow you liked it. 

He pulled you onto your back, pulling off your tight skirt and that long-sleeve top you wore. When he saw your body, all the dimples and curves and the beautiful stretch marks around your hips, he was gone. „Fuckin hell, bonnie could have told me what you hide under those clothes,“ his hand nervously fiddled over the lacy fabric of your bra, smirking when he saw your nipples hardening under his touch. „So eager for me?“ 

Without a thought, he wrapped his mouth around your clothed nipples, sucking them in and gently biting on them. You wanted to remove your bra, but he stopped you. „Shh, hen, that's a sight for next time.“ 

„There will be no next time, John.“

„Thalere wull always bee a next time hen,“ he said, and before you could argue with him, his lips were already around your clothed mound, licking over the blue lacy fabric. „Didn't need tae dress sae cute fur me hen,“ he lured against it, pressing his thick palms deeper into your clit making you moan and whimper like a feral cat. 

You couldn’t remember if you had shaved or not the last few days. "Johnny, I'm not entirely shaven down there." You warned him, afraid of his reaction. For most guys, it was an immediate no. Yes, for fucking, but no for licking, but he just looked at you with a devious smirk: „A'm mair hairy than a bear myself sae a dinnae mynd a bawherr locks aroond mah meal.“ With that, he removed your thong, completely placing the soft fabric of your thong next to his jeans so he could steal them on deployment, wanking himself on something better than the porn he had saved on his mobile phone. 

„Mhm, such a bonnie cunny you have,“ he purred and started to lick thick stripes from your hole to your clit, you weren’t the patient type, so you pulled on his mohawk directly to your clit, where you pressed him inside of you. „Not very patient, hen“ 

He finally stopped all the teasing and used his mouth for God, licking at your clit slowly sucking her in while working your pleading mound open, his thick digits always pressed against your gummy wall.

„Fuck Johnny“

„Mhm, so wet for me, hen.“ 

He licked at your cunt like it was the last meal he ever had. He slurped and moaned, God, he was a messy eater, his fingers pressed against the plush fat of your hips, holding you down so you didn't run away from the orgasm he tried to give you. As he inserted a third finger, pressing against the sweet spot, most men didn't find - it was over for you. 

You clenched around him, milking his thick finger for all of its worth, and experienced one of the most intense orgasms in your life. He pated some taps on your clit making you shake from the overwhelming feeling inside your tummy.

„God yere looking so bonnie when you cum,“ his eyes sparkled in admiration. He knew he had to have you for more than just a one-night thing.

„Do you have a condone, Johnny? I don’t have anything in your size.“ 

He could have just cum from that praise; he knew he was thick, but this was so fucking good to hear from you. "Aye,“ he said, wrapping the condom down on his shaft. His dick was a bit sad about not having the chance to fuck the most beautiful cunt he ever saw raw, but better than nothing. 

He slides his thick member across your mound over and over again, wetting him with your arousal. But you weren’t in for missionary, so you pulled him to his back and sat down on his lap. You wanted to glide on him, but the unconscious fear of being too heavy hit you. 

„Dinnae worry ah dae hip thrust hen“

With that, you straddled him, your legs working overtime to stretch around his big hips, and you glided yourself down on his delicious curved cock. He was surprised you could take him without any problems. God,  could that girl be any more perfect? 

You slowly rolled your hips on his, trying to find a movement where he hit the exact right spot. His hand grabbed your plump ass, guiding you up and down, needing to get some more friction out of you. He was already a needy whimpering mess, and you didn’t even begin fully.

„Please, bonnie move faster,“ he whimpered, and who were you to deny his cute whimpers?

He guided your hips up and down at a mean pace, searching for his orgasm; his dark black curls rubbed against your clit with every movement pulling you closer and closer to your awaiting release. 

Feeling you close to orgasm, Johnny moved a hand between your legs, rubbing your clit firmly as he continued to pound into you. His fingers circled your swollen bud, teasing it until you cried out incoherently. „Johnny"

Johnny groaned, feeling himself getting closer as well. He picked up the pace even more, slamming into you harder as he leaned forward to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently through the fabric.

„Johnny, please, I'm close.“

Hearing your enthusiastic moans, Johnny let out a groan of relief as he felt his climax building. With one last hard thrust, he erupted inside of you, his cock pulsing as he shot his hot cum deep inside your wet cunt.

He panted heavily as you continued to ride him needy to reach your own orgasm. The familiar knot in your stomach started to build inside of you, and with a final slap of Johnny's finger, you came screaming his name as you began to squeeze his thick cock. 

You collapsed into each other, and he wrapped his thick arms around your body. "That was intense, bonnie“ his mouth kissing around your neck.

„Yes, it was great. Would you mind leaving now? I have my flight in for hours.“

„No cuddling?“ He said he was disappointed, and as you saw his puppy eyes, you almost couldn’t resist changing your mind, but you didn’t. 

„No, sorry,“ you said sternly. 

He pulled his pants and shirt on, leaving a paper with his number on the bedside table: "Call me, hen.“.

——————————————————————————————————

"Stop looking at your phone. She won't call you,“ the lieutenant said to Johnny. He annoyed them the whole last week, showing your picture all around and telling everyone how good he fucked you. Ghost couldn’t deny that he found you incredibly arousing, exactly like Price and Gaz.

„She will!“ 

„Maybe she needs someone older.“ Price chuckled.

On his bedside table lay a small paper Roaster July 2023 Y/N. 

Layover Glasgow 

Layover Milan 

Layover Liverpool 

Layover Paris

Layover Manchester

Layover London Stansted 

Whoever and wherever you are, doll, you can't escape us. Maybe you can leave Johnny, but you can't outrun me. In the end, you will choose one of us. I hope, for your sake, it's me. See you on your next layover.

Did I just made Reader a flight attendant since I always dreamt off being a flight attendant in London but Brexit said no ? Yes

#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #call of duty #captain john price #john price #simon ghost riley #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #soap mw2 #soap x reader #soap cod #soapghost #john soap mactavish #141 #soap x you #soap x y/n #john mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish #john mactavish #ghost call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 3 #kyle gaz garrick

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Cooking Live Stream

Carlos Sainz x reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Masterlist can be found in navigation!

Word count: 1,123

Y/N didn't think of herself as a chef, she had grown up surrounded by a family of very good cooks, Y/N was always in the kitchen with her mom or grandma either cooking or baking something just for the fun of it. When covid hit, Y/N was bored so she set up her phone and just live streamed herself making her and Carlos dinner. Needless to say people went nuts for it.

They did enjoy Y/N’s presence, she would interact with the viewers watching her, giving cooking tips she had picked up throughout the years, sharing the recipe with the viewers, occasionally making a recipe on the spot just for fun. With all the practice she has gotten, her skills have definitely made a noticeable improvement.

Her boyfriend Carlos enjoyed her live streams more than anyone, if he wasn't away at a race watching through his phone in the paddock, he would be sat on the opposite side of their kitchen island, behind her phone just watching her in domestic bliss. Y/N loved when Carlos was there to watch her, making the occasional joke, popping into view to chat with the viewers, or just cheering on Y/N when she tried something new whether it turned out the way she wanted or not.

Tonight Y/N was making pasta, she had posted on her twitter that she was thinking about making both her pasta, and sauce from scratch. The replies were filled with encouragement, even some of the drivers responded, asking for a seat at the table or leftovers. Carlos had made it back home a few days ago, and was excited to watch his girlfriend do something that makes her so happy. 

Y/N sets her phone in the small tripod Carlos had bought her for her live streams, she loves having it, when he wasn't watching her from behind the camera, it was a reminder to her that he is always there, cheering her on. She starts the live show and waits for more people to join before starting the cooking. Carlos takes his usual place behind the camera, sitting in one of the island chairs.

Y/N shows the audience the finished pasta that she had made the previous day. She had attempted to make them on live, but they weren't turning out the way she wanted, ultimately deciding that it was better to do it off camera, giving it her full attention. Y/N started boiling the homemade pasta, talking to the viewers about how excited she was to try it.

“Carlos, come say hi, everyone is asking for you” Y/N smiles at her boyfriend. He gets out of his chair, making his way around the kitchen island before landing smack dab in the center of the camera view.

“Hola a todos.” he says, giving the camera an awkward wave. He was about to leave to go back to his seat when Y/N grabbed his arm, keeping him in the camera view. 

“And where do you think you're going?” Y/N asks the now confused Carlos.

“Back to my seat, why? Do you need any help?” Carlos asks, the man would do anything for her if she asks.

“Of course! Could you start the sauce? I already laid everything out” Y/N replied cheerfully.

Carlos gives her a kiss on the cheek, moving back around to the stove, starting to mince the ingredients that would soon be placed in the sauce. As Carlos’ back faces the phone, Y/N turns back the audience reading the comments as they come onto the screen at rapidfire pace. 

“Looks like we have a little sous chef with us today everyone” Y/N cheers.

Carlos turns around, faceing Y/N with his eyebrow raised. “Little?” Carlos moves to stand next to her, the man clearly towering over her. 

Y/N laughs at his antics, turning back to her phone “What do we think everyone? Who's taller, me or Carlos?” The chat blows up with people spamming Y/N’s name.

Carlos gets closer to the phone to see it. “What is this? Have I shrunk?” Carlos asks curiously.

“What can I say mi amor, I guess I'm just more macho than you” Y/N shrugs playfully, Carlos putting a hand on his heart pretending to be hurt. “Now go finish the sauce, you are here to work!” Y/N jokingly lectures, Carlos turning back to the sauce.

Y/N starts prepping the pasta, stirring it occasionally so it doesn't stick. As she does this, she talks to the audience narrating what she is doing step by step, even taking her phone over and showing everyone what she's doing up close.

While Y/N's doing this Carlos looks over at her every couple of seconds, the audience instantly picking up on his actions, watching as his gaze soften every time he sees her. Y/N brings the phone over to Carlos’ station, showing the audience his work, showering him with compliments at every little thing he does. 

Y/N grabs a spoon, taking some of the sauce and tasting it, nodding in satisfaction. She sets her phone back down, the pasta and sauce nearly done. “Shoutout to this dude right here for doing the hard part and making the star dish of tonight's dinner” Y/N says, giving Carlos a little hug from behind. The man turns around, Y/N face landing on his chest as he wraps his arms around her, planting a kiss on her head.

“Gracias for letting me join you tonight.” they pull away from their hug, Carlos keeping a firm yet comforting hold at her waist. 

“I really enjoyed having your company, maybe you should join me again sometime?”

“I would love to mi amor” he gives her a kiss on the lips before the timer goes off alerting them that their meal is ready to be plated. 

Y/N grabs two bowls, turning off the stove and grabbing utensils for both of them. Carlos starts setting the table as Y/N takes some pasta and sauce, placing some in each bowl. Y/N hands Carlos his bowl and a fork, the two of them taking some before cheersing the forks together and taking a bite.

“Wow! delicioso” Carlos gives Y/N a forehead kiss.

“I think this is a sign you need to become a permanent member of the cooking live streams” the pair looks over at Y/N’s phone, all the viewers screaming in agreement.

“You know? I think I just might.” Carlos nods in agreement. The pair say goodbye to the viewers, Y/N ends the live stream, the couple taking their bowls to the table, finishing another successful meal.

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[writingforstraykids]

Always back to you - Chp.3🖤

Pairing: Minho x m!Reader (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 4332

Summary: Minho and you slowly find your way back together once he's released from the hospital. Minjun's birthday party brings you both closer than ever before ...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, single dad!min, angst, domestic shit

A/N: Thank you for all the love for the first part especially🤭 I'll have a very busy day tomorrow, so you'll get the next part today already instead🤭🖤

PART TWO | PART FOUR (coming soon)

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

You immediately take up the responsibility of caring for Minjun, ensuring that Minho has no worries as he recovers. You bring Minjun to your home and transform it into a safe haven for the little boy who is confused and missing his dad.

You set up a schedule that balances fun activities and quiet time, keeping Minjun engaged and content. Mornings are spent in the garden, where you teach him how to plant seeds and water flowers, explaining the nature of growth and the care plants need to thrive—a subtle lesson you hope he translates into understanding his father’s situation.

Minjun enthusiastically takes to gardening, his curious nature soaking up every detail you offer. He frequently asks questions, his large eyes wide with wonder as he watches little bugs crawling around and you tell him more about them. “Does Daddy need water and sun to get better, too?” he asks one day, his innocence tugging at your heartstrings.

You chuckle softly, ruffling his hair. “Something like that, buddy. Your dad needs rest and a little bit of sunshine to regain his strength.”

During these days, Minjun often speaks of his father, his young mind trying to wrap around why his dad had to stay in the hospital. You assure him that his dad is getting stronger every day, and soon, they’ll be back to playing in the park and reading bedtime stories.

In the afternoons, you work on light educational activities like drawing and reading. Minjun loves to draw; his papers are filled with pictures of his garden and the plants and lots of drawings of him and his dad together, often with a big sun shining overhead. You send these drawings to Minho, who calls every evening to say goodnight, his voice always a mix of gratitude and wistfulness.

Each call becomes a little bridge, reconnecting the threads of the small family. Minho’s voice grows stronger each day, and his words begin to carry hope instead of just fatigue. He shares updates about his recovery, about the small victories of a full night’s sleep or a walk around the hospital ward without feeling dizzy.

One evening, as you and Minjun are setting up a board game in the living room, your phone buzzes. It’s Minho, and he’s calling a bit earlier than usual.

“Y/n, hey. I… I’m coming home tomorrow,” Minho’s voice is tentative, almost shy.

“That’s great news, Minho! Minjun will be so happy,” you respond, watching Minjun’s face light up at the mention of his dad.

“Can we… can I come over when I get back? I want to see Minjun, and I… I owe you a proper thank you,” Minho adds, his tone earnest.

“That's okay,” you assure him, feeling a complex knot of emotions at his return but happy for Minjun’s sake.

The next day is bright and sunny, and Minjun is practically vibrating with excitement. “Is Daddy coming now? Or now?” he asks every few minutes, peering out the window.

“Soon, little bug. Let’s go to the garden. We can show him how much everything has grown since he’s been gone,” you suggest, leading him outside.

You're both kneeling in the garden, Minjun excitedly pointing out each new sprout and blossom, when you hear the gate click. Looking up, you see Minho, thinner and a bit pale but smiling as he watches his son.

“Daddy!” Minjun screams, sprinting towards him with a speed that surprises both of you. Minho drops to his knees just in time to catch him, embracing him tightly. His eyes close as he buries his face in Minjun’s soft curls. 

“I missed you so much, buddy,” Minho murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

“Missed you more,” Minjun replies, his small hands cupping his face as he kisses his nose. 

You walk over slowly, giving them a moment, before Minho looks up at you, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Y/nnie, thank you,” he says, standing up to face you. “It means a lot.”

“There’s no need to thank me, Minho. I’m just glad you’re okay,” you reply, your voice gentle.

“No, I need to say this,” Minho insists, taking a deep breath. “I was wrong, and I’m sorry for how I treated you. You’ve been nothing but kind, and I took that for granted. I hope I can make it up to both of you somehow.”

“One step after the other. For now, you should rest; we can talk properly later,” you suggest, offering a smile that Minho returns gratefully.

Minho reaches into his pocket, and you can hear him pulling out his keys. He stretches out his hand almost timidly, offering you your spare keys to his home. “You're always welcome. If not for me, then for him, please. I don't want him to suffer just because I fucked up.”

You hesitantly take them, able to tell he's trying to fix things. “I…I'll think about it. I need time, Min.”

“That's okay,” he assures you. “Your replacement is shit, by the way,” he says with a weak grin. 

You chuckle softly. “No, that's you being used to someone handling things for you more than for the others,” you remind him. You inhale deeply and awkwardly rub your neck. “I'll also think about that, okay?” 

“Okay,” he nods, unable to hide the hope in his orbs at the mere chance of you coming back. “I'm sorry.”

“I know,” you assure him. “Me too…Now, go rest, please. Call if you need something.”

“Bye, Y/nnie,” Minjun says, hugging you tightly as you get down on his level. “Love you.”

You swallow softly, a similar surprise lacing both Minho's and your features. “I love you too, buddy,” you answer honestly and squeeze him gently. “Now go home with your daddy, yeah?”

-

The quiet of the morning was filled only by the faint sounds of the city waking up beyond the walls of the small, cozy room where Minho found himself slowly coming to consciousness. As his senses sharpened, the first thing he became aware of was the warm, small body pressed against his side. Gently turning his head, he sees Minjun, his little baby, sleeping peacefully next to him, his chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of deep sleep. The sight fills Minho with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love.

Carefully so as not to wake him, Minho wraps his arms around Minjun, pulling him close. The boy, still deep in his dreams, instinctively snuggles closer into his father's embrace. Even in sleep, Minjun seems to sense his father's need for closeness and comforts him with his mere presence.

Minho’s eyes trace the soft, youthful features of his son's face, noting the faint freckles that dust his nose and the gentle curl of his lips. Memories flood through Minho’s mind—the first time he held Minjun, the first steps he took, the first words he spoke.

Recovering from his incident, Minho was forced to confront his own vulnerabilities and the stark realization of how much he relied on the presence of his son. These mornings, waking up next to Minjun, were sacred. They were not just moments of physical rest but crucial for his emotional recovery as well. 

Minjun shifts in his sleep, a small sigh escaping him. His small hand grips Minho's shirt tightly as if, even in his dreams, he is determined to hold on. Minho’s heart aches with an overwhelming mix of joy and sorrow—joy for his son's presence and health and sorrow for the times he hadn’t been there as fully as he wanted.

“Daddy loves you, Minjun,” Minho whispers into his son's dark curls, his voice barely audible. A tear escapes the corner of his eye as he tightens his embrace, grateful beyond words for his return to health and the second chance it represented.

The sun begins to cast its first rays into the room, streaks of light that paint the walls with the colors of dawn. The light seems to coax the city to life gently, and as it does, it also seems to awaken Minjun. The little boy yawns and blinks open his eyes, surprised for a moment to find himself so close to his father.

“Daddy?” Minjun’s voice is sleepy and confused but also filled with an affection that comes from deep within.

“Good morning, buddy,” Minho says, his voice still thick with emotion. “Did you sleep well?”

Minjun nods, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. “Yes.”

Minho smiles. “That sounds good. Maybe we can go to the park later?”

“Yeah!” Minjun’s face lights up with excitement. “And I can be a hero!”

Minho laughs, the sound rich and full of genuine happiness. “Of course, my little superhero. But first, how about we make some pancakes for breakfast?”

Minjun’s agreement is instantaneous and enthusiastic. As they get up and make their way to the kitchen, Minho keeps his son close, his hand resting lightly on Minjun’s shoulder. Making breakfast together was a simple activity, yet it held so much meaning for Minho, just being home again. 

As Minho watches Minjun clumsily crack eggs and stir batter, he is filled with gratitude for his young son's resilience. He had managed to stay strong and loving throughout the difficulties they had faced.

“Daddy?” Minjun looks up at him, a slight frown on his face. “Are you okay? You look sad.”

Minho is taken aback, realizing that his emotional reflections must have shown on his face. He kneels down, bringing himself to eye level with Minjun, and smiles.

“I’m more than okay; I’m happy,” he assures his son, his hand gently cupping the boy’s cheek. “I’m just very thankful for you, Minjun. You’re my little hero, did you know that?”

Minjun giggles, the sound like music to Minho’s ears. “I’m your hero?”

“Yes, you are,” Minho assures him, hugging him tightly. “My biggest hero.”

Minjun hugs him back, his small arms strong and sure. “It’s okay, Daddy. I take care of you.”

The words, so earnest and sincere from such a young soul, fill Minho with an even deeper appreciation for his son and his eyes with tears. He realizes that while he was often the one taking care of Minjun, his son was also taking care of him in many ways, providing love, motivation, and a reason to recover fully and well.

One week later 

For Minjun's birthday, Minho decided on a cozy movie night—a welcome change from the usual buzz of birthday parties and perfectly suited for their small circle. The boys all love a good movie night, find children's movies hilarious, and, most importantly, they all love Minjun like their own. 

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a soft glow through the windows, they arrive one by one.

Chan and Felix arrive last with a special surprise for the birthday boy. “Jiho, mate, we brought someone with us,” Felix leans down to him conspiratorially. 

“Who?” he asks curiously, eyes growing wide. Chan steps aside and gently pulls you out of hiding. Minjun squeaks in delight, looking up at Minho excitedly. “Daddy, it's Y/nnie!” he says, jumping in place impatiently. 

Minho giggles and gently brushes back his curls. “Well, go say hi, dumpling.”

Minjun doesn't need a second invitation to fall into your arms. “Hey, little bug,” you say quietly. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” he beams happily before moving on to greet the next guest. “Uncle Channie, up!” he says, reaching out for him. 

Chan smirks, lifts him up and throws him into the air above his head a little, catching him safely again. Minho flinches heavily, reaching for Minjun in shock. Felix laughs at him, gently patting his back. “Channie, babe, don't give him a heart attack.” 

Chan laughs, putting a giggling Minjun back on his feet. “Sorry, Min,” he chuckles, and Minho snorts. 

“Alright, come on in, you know the way,” Minho laughs.

The living room was transformed into a fortress of comfort. Pillows and blankets were strewn across the floor, creating a plush sea of soft fabrics that invited everyone to kick off their shoes and sink in. The air was rich with the aroma of popcorn and sweet treats that lined the table alongside a stack of Minjun’s favorite animated movies.

Minho watches as Felix and Jeongin set up the projector, their antics punctuated by light-hearted banter that fills the room with laughter. Hyunjin and Seungmin are tasked with stringing fairy lights around the room, adding a magical ambiance that makes the space feel like a small cinema hall. Jisung and Changbin, meanwhile, busy themselves in the kitchen, popping more popcorn and arranging a variety of snacks on platters. Minho watches his family with a smile, each member contributing to the evening’s success, weaving their love for Minjun into every detail.

The movie starts, the lights dimmed to mimic a theater, and the first frames flicker across the makeshift screen. Minjun sits between Minho and you, a perfect sandwich of his favorite people, his face lit by the soft glow of the projector as he watches with wide-eyed wonder.

Throughout the evening, the adults' eyes often meet over Minjun's head, shared smiles of affection and slight amusement at his captivated reactions to the on-screen adventures. During a particularly exciting scene, Minjun would sometimes stand, pointing at the screen and explaining to you loudly the many details of the plot as he understood them.

"The hero's gonna save everyone. He's strong like daddy!" Minjun's voice is full of pride and excitement, making everyone chuckle, especially Minho, whose heart swells with love and a bit of awe at his son's interpretation.

The room is filled with the sounds of the movie, mixed with Minjun's occasional commentary and the boys' gentle laughs.

Halfway through the second movie, Minjun’s eyelids begin to droop, and he leans more heavily against you, his small hand gripping yours as he fights the pull of sleep. You look down at him, a soft smile playing on your lips, touched by the trust and affection Minjun shows you.

Minho notices this gentle exchange, and his heart is filled with gratitude for your presence in Minjun’s life, especially during the times when he couldn’t be there himself. He makes a mental note to himself to ensure you know how much your support meant to him, perhaps later when the movies are done and the excitement of the day has settled into the quiet of the night.

As the evening winds down and the credits roll on the last movie, Minho gently nudges Minjun awake to blow out the candles on his small birthday cake. With a sleepy grin, Minjun makes a wish and blows with all his might, the room erupting into applause.

"Happy birthday, Minjun!" everyone cheers, making him giggle happily and hide in Minho’s arms shyly. 

Minho soothingly kisses his hair and cuddles him close. Your heart warms seeing them, and glancing around the room, you can tell how much Minho and his little boy mean to everyone. Minho looks almost as tired as Minjun, but both are beaming with happiness. The boys fall back into their usual chatter, and you more or less subtly watch Minho next to you with Minjun still in his arms. They're having a quiet conversation, Minjun resting his head against Minho's and holding onto his hands. You feel the old, familiar warmth spreading through you as you watch them. Getting into that fight with Minho had made you feel awful. You missed your time with Minjun and you realized how used you've grown to Minho's presence in your life. 

Minho's eyes find yours, and your breath hitches at the softness of his orbs. “Minjun's asking if you could read him a bedtime story?”

“Oh, of course,” you nod. 

“The bedroom’s upstairs, second door on the left. You can get comfortable there; he loves cuddling in bed before,” he assures you kindly and watches you leave with Minjun. 

Chan nudges him gently. “You two are alright again?”

“We're working on it,” he tells him, and Chan hums agreeingly. 

“We should wrap it up,” Chan chuckles, and Minho hums agreeingly. 

“Yongbokie and you can have the guestroom upstairs. You'd get home way too late,” he tells him. Chan and Felix live the furthest away, after all. “Jisung and Hyunjin can have the sofa,” he laughs, seeing them already deep asleep there. 

Seungmin, listening in, pouts softly. “I'm tired, I don't want to leave.”

Minho glances at him and Innie, resting their heads on Changbin’s shoulders. “I can only offer you to sleep here with all the pillows and stuff.”

“Sounds great,” Jeongin mumbles drowsily. 

“Mhm, then that's settled,” Chan chuckles, soothingly rubbing Felix's shoulder as the younger one slowly grows heavy against him. “Should we clean up tomorrow then?” 

“Yeah, I'll do it once everyone's gone,” Minho laughs. 

“Lix and I can help,” he assures him, earning a thankful smile. 

About ten minutes later, once Minho made sure everyone had what they needed he made his way to his own bedroom, Chan next to him. “I forgot Lix gets cold easily,” he chuckles and carefully pushes the door open. He stops in his tracks, seeing you comfortably sprawled out on his bed, Minjun on your chest, and a book loosely in your hand. You're both asleep, looking peaceful and content. “Shit, I forgot about Y/nnie,” he curses quietly. 

“You can't really move him anywhere else, look at Minjun,” Chan giggles. 

“And where am I supposed to sleep?” he asks quietly, grabbing a fluffy blanket for Chan and Felix. 

“There's plenty of room next to them,” he says. 

“Chan. I can't just get into bed with my assistant,” he argues. 

“Your so-called assistant is hugging your son and asleep in your bed. I think you're way past that, mate,” he laughs. “It's your bed; just keep your distance or whatever.” Minho anxiously chews on his lower lip, debating a hundred different possibilities in his head. “Or you join me and Lix?”

“No, you two touchy fuckers can have that bed for your own,” he giggles, shoving his chest. “Not interested in a threesome right now.”

“Right now?” Chan teases, and Minho playfully raises his fist at him. “What about-”

“Go sleep, you're talking nonsense,” he laughs and gently shoves him outside. “Idiot.”

Chan giggles and gently shoves him back inside. “I'll hit you if you don't sleep in your own bed tonight. You still need rest, idiot.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he groans. 

Minho stares down at the scene before him, the weight of Chan's words sinking in. He watches you and Minjun, both deep in the tranquil sleep of the innocent and the cared-for, their faces peaceful and free from the burdens that Minho carried on his shoulders.

Gathering all his bravery, Minho slowly approaches the bed, his movements hesitant but deliberate. As he reaches the edge, he pauses, taking a moment to truly look at you—someone who has become so much more than just an assistant. You have been his support system, his son's caregiver, and his unintentional savior in times of unspoken despair. How could he continue to maintain a mere professional boundary when everything about your relationship had transcended those limits?

Minho carefully settles on the far edge of the bed, maintaining a respectful distance. He lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. The soft sounds of Minjun's and your breathing soothe his nerves. 

The room is silent, save for the soft ticking of the clock and the distant sounds of the city. Minho turns his head slightly, watching Minjun snuggle closer to you in his sleep. The sight is both beautiful and a stark reminder of the intimate moments he had missed during his recovery.

After a few moments, you shift in your sleep, perhaps sensing the added presence or the slight dip in the mattress as Minho lay down. Your eyes flutter open, and in the dim light, your gaze meets Minho’s. 

“Sorry,” you murmur, your voice sleepy yet filled with warmth. “I can leave.”

“Don't,” Minho says quickly and swallows hard. “He's comfortable here with you; there's no need to leave.”

“You're sure?” you ask, and he hums in response. “Well, you should get comfortable as well. There's no need to hover over the edge of the bed.”

Those words, softly spoken, are like a key turning in a lock for Minho. They break through his last hesitations, sweeping away the remnants of his doubts. He shifts closer, reducing the distance between him and you, and allows himself to relax fully. You turn on your side to face him, your eyes locking with his in the dim light.

“I’m sorry,” Minho whispers, the words thick with emotions. “For everything.”

Your hand finds his under the blankets, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’re past apologies, Minho. I fucked up because I took him without telling you. I didn't think and expected you to trust me; that wasn't fair. You overreacted…which is kind of understandable. I'm sorry for my part in this, and you're sorry for yours. We're okay.”

Minho feels a warmth spread through his chest. He nods, accepting your forgiveness, and turns his attention to Minjun, who murmurs something inaudible in his sleep and snuggles closer to both of you.

-

The early morning rays begin to seep through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Your eyes slowly flutter open as they meet your face. Stretching your tired body, you slowly realize that Minjun is gone already…and that Minho has gotten a lot closer overnight. You glance down and see his arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to himself. His head is buried in your neck; you can feel his breath dancing across your skin. His hair feels soft against your skin and you wonder how it'd feel if you sank your hand into it. 

You freeze, unsure of what to do next. The warmth of his breath against your skin sends a mix of comfort and alarm coursing through you. This is Minho, you remind yourself, technically, he's still my boss. Yet, the intimacy of this accidental cuddling was something entirely new, a boundary neither of you had crossed before.

Minho stirs, his movements slow and sluggish as he approaches the edge of consciousness. You hold your breath, waiting for his reaction when he realizes the closeness you both shared through the night. His eyes open gently, adjusting to the soft morning light, and then widen slightly as he takes in the position you both are in.

There's a moment of silent understanding, a mutual acknowledgment of the unintentional closeness. Minho’s eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and something softer, a vulnerability you've seen only in fleeting moments. He pulls back slightly, his hand retreating from where it had found a place around your waist.

“I-I’m sorry,” Minho mutters, his voice a low rasp tinged with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean to-.”

“It’s okay,” you interject quickly, your voice soft, attempting to brush off the awkwardness. “We were both asleep. Things happen.”

Minho nods, his cheeks tinged with a blush that he can't hide. He sits up, rubbing the back of his neck—anxious gestures that you’ve come to recognize as his way of coping with discomfort. 

Silence fills the room for a few heartbeats. Both of you glance away, then back at each other, unsure of how to navigate this new, uncharted territory in your relationship. Finally, Minho clears his throat, his eyes meeting yours with an earnestness that makes your heart skip a beat.

“I didn’t intend for that to happen,” he says, his voice steady but soft. “But I can’t say I regret waking up next to someone who means so much to Minjun… and to me.”

Your breath hitches slightly at his words, a warm flush spreading across your cheeks. “Minho, I-”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Minho interrupts gently. “I just want you to know that I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for us. For being here, for taking care of Minjun when I couldn’t, for being more than just an assistant, more than just a friend.”

The weight of his gratitude sits between you, heavy and warm. You nod, unsure of how to articulate the jumble of feelings his proximity and his words have stirred in you. 

“Thank you for trusting me, Minho,” you manage to say. 

Minho smiles a genuine smile that reaches his eyes, easing some of the tension. He glances at the clock, then back at you. “I guess we should get up. I promised Minjun pancakes, and I suspect he’ll be storming in soon if we don’t start cooking.”

You laugh, the sound light and freeing, breaking the last remnants of awkwardness. “Pancakes it is,” you agree, getting out of bed. You adjust your clothes, still feeling the warmth of where Minho’s arm was wrapped around you.

As you both head to the kitchen, the normalcy of the routine helps mend the morning’s awkward start. Minjun greets you both with a bright smile, oblivious to the tension from earlier, comfortably on Changbin’s lap. “Uncle Changnin is fun,” he announces, making everyone giggle at his slight mispronunciation. 

“Mhm, of course, I am,” Changbin smirks, shooting the others a glare. “Uncle Changnin is fun..unlike some others here.”

Minho laughs, rolling his eyes at him. “Who wants breakfast?”

Throughout the morning, there are shared glances and shy smiles between you and Minho, a silent acknowledgment of a bond that had deepened in the most unexpected way. As you watch Minho flip pancakes, his laughter mingling with Minjun’s excited chatter, you feel a contentment settle over you. This, you realize, is more than just a job; more than just a responsibility-it’s a part of your life that you cherish deeply.

Later, as you sit together eating the slightly deformed pancakes that Minjun insists are perfect, you catch Minho’s eye, and he gives you a small, grateful smile. You'd be okay. 

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[up-in-flames-writing]

I feel like we never talk about how hard it is to be a trans immigrant. We never talk about how escaping from a country that persecutes you does not free you from suffering & bigotry.

I may not be able to attend my own graduation ceremony. I worked so hard these past three years to achieve something, to be the first person in my immediate family to finish uni, get a degree, & then be able to actually do something with it, to pick my own life course & not stray from it. I reinvented myself during these last three years so much, from the shy, dysphoric kid with no friends to a man who maybe isn't doing the best in life, but who has a hope for the future. I worked hard to present myself in the best way I could, & yet I won't be able to see the fruits of my labours.

And, sure, the reason is real silly. I can't legally change my name, so the name on the degree will be my dead one, & the Vice Chancellor will read out the corpse of my old self in front of all my teachers & peers, everyone who knew me as Booker, & Booker alone. And they will expect to see a young lady in a dress climb the stage, only to be met with a boy who isn't quite a man yet, who is still forced to live under a girl's name.

And why? Why! Because I am an immigrant who feared for my young life when Brexit was happening, who has been teased & bullied for being an ESL student, who never quite belonged. Because I am an immigrant transman who could be imprisoned in my country of birth for the crime of wanting to reinvent myself, who has to walk on eggshells around the man who reared me because he grew up Polish & catholic & who knows how he would react if I told him I was his grandson & not his granddaughter. I am an immigrant who has to hide behind their parents because who knows how my extended family will react to me, who is still not allowed to tell his cousin, his little sister whom he adores, his real name despite the fact I was her age when I started questioning my own gender & I somehow wasn't too young to be in pain!

I am an immigrant who cannot safely return home, but the country that took me in isn't quite the safe haven either. Because I need a passport to prove that my name has changed, but a passport cannot be issued to me under a name my birth country does not approve of. Because to change myself fully, I need to become a citizen to a country that abandoned my homeland after the war & looked away when it was being subjugated during it. Because I need to know how many of the swans in London belong to the Crown for the state to consider me a citizen of this dying empire, despite the fact I've lived here for so long, I can't remember what my childhood home back in Poland even looked like! I cannot truly remember what my room in that flat in a small, backwater Polish town looked like anymore, except for the bed that we now have in our guest bedroom, & the bookshelf that cradles all of my books on transness & queerness & feminism.

Because I am an immigrant from a country who hates me, I am forced to live in a country that hardly tolerates me, & to live as my true self I have to subjugate myself for the sake of an old empire that lost its touch. I have to submit myself to a personal sort of colonisation, to be able to walk onto that stage at graduation with my real name on the degree. But I can't do that, because I don't have the money, because I spent the last three years breaking my back proving to people that the little girl with behavioural problems who was always bullied, was able to become something greater than the sum of her parts. Because I now don't have the time or the patience to tell you exactly when the Union Jack was created, or at what hour of the day is tea time, & I don't have the time to wait for a passport to be sent to me, only for me to return it to sender with a plea of changing my name upon it.

Because my transmacs friends in college had their names changed at sixteen, while I'm already done with my undergrad & still have to contend with the question of what citizenship I would rather have. Because I will sooner be on hormones & growing a beard than I will be able to change my name.

And in all this I find it so ironic that I was named after an angel, & like everything else in my life, I reject the goodness & the easy way out, I reject the things that once made me, me, to become my own god & rebuild myself out of the scraps left behind by a life of turmoil.

And still I am just some immigrant bitch stealing jobs from good, hardworking Britons, & I'm still just a transsexual fag taking women's rights away, & I'm still just some freak of nature manipulating the kids into sin & immorality. And no matter where I go, where I turn to, I don't feel all that angelic at all.

#booker speaks #booker writes #transgender #transmasc #transandrophobia #transphobia #immigrants #xenophobia

[darkwood-sleddog]

AVENUES FOR CONTACTING REGARDING THE NEW CDC DOG IMPORTATION RULING

The CDC recently released their newly revised rules applying to all dogs wishing to enter the United States. This includes stricter paperwork and veterinary record requirements within a certain timeframe, implantation of a specific type of microchip PRIOR to rabies vaccination and a hardline restriction on any dog younger than six months. You can view all the new requirements HERE.

It is my belief that several aspects of the new ruling require additional review and nuance that is not being taken, specifically the 6 month of age rule which in my opinion is over regulatory as dogs can be fully inoculated against rabies at four months of age.

The new ruling makes very little if any distinction of dogs coming from high risk rabies countries and dogs coming from no/low risk rabies countries. The reasoning outlined in the ruling is to "streamline" the process of importation by making the requirements the same across all areas of import. This is unreasonable to countries that have no rabies present as they pose no risk.

Additionally, these rules do not take into account the shared land borders between the United States, Canada and Mexico and treats Canada and Mexico like other foreign bodies which is unreasonable. People living in border areas often cross between the US and Canada/Mexico on a frequent basis. There is no fencing at the Canadian border and wildlife of any health status can cross freely on both the northern and southern border. There are also border towns and enclaves that have an increased frequency of border crossings for daily life that need to be taken into account in regards to the paperwork requirements.

And Finally, I take big issue with the fact the ruling and reasonings behind several of the restrictions addressing the concerns of hobbyist and ethical dog breeders regarding the restriction on age of import will put on genetic diversity of dog breeds. Many breeders would rather place a puppy in an equally good home in a country where the puppy can be home at the critical young age than hold on to a dog for months. This will also prevent sport dog, service dog, and working dog puppies from being properly socialized into their future roles. Not only does the CDC make no exception for service dogs, dogs of military families, or any dog in this instance, but they addressed hobbyist and preservation breeder's concerns by stating that the USDA already has rules limited dog imports to 6 months of age for commercial breeding. Note that commercial breeding and what requires a USDA license is very specifically outlined by the USDA which does make exceptions for hobbyist breeding. The CDC ruling talks about commercial and hobbyist breeding as the same thing, referring specifically to the USDA even though the USDA themselves make specific distinctions. The CDC ruling equates hobby breeding with commercial breeding directly, with no acknowledgment that even if they were the same the puppy can be and is often most often already purchased and legally owned by the client/new owner so breeder requirements would no longer be applicable.

There are many other individual concerns. These are just my top concerns.

What can you do?

HERE is a change.org petition by Jaye Foucher that outlines similar concerns that I share as well as ones more specific to sled dog teams traveling and those that frequently do business in Alaska.

CONTACT the CDC directly and voice any concerns you have.

Contact your REPRESENTATIVES and SENATORS, especially if you live in a border state. Phone OR email would be fine. I personally prefer email as it provides a written record of the communication. While the CDC is not full of elected officials, the Senate and House recently passed an Agriculture bill titled "The Healthy Dog Importation Act" where many of the new restrictions are echoed and reiterated on a legislative level.

#dogblr #cdc #resources #dog importation laws #accepting other resources as well but yeah. #boost if you so desire.

[moonstruckme]

Okay sorry I don’t want to burden anyone I know irl so rant below ! Cw for anxiety maybe? Please feel no need to read, everything is fine in my part of the world :)

I’m graduating on Saturday and that’s already more scary than exciting unfortunately, but a couple of days ago I got turned down for the only position I wanted in the city I live in now, so I’ll officially be moving away at the end of the summer. The thing is, I have no idea where !! I’ve always wanted to move out of my home state so it was never the plan to stay here, but there was a weird sense of comfort in the idea that I could potentially just stay where I am right now, continue to hang out with my friends who are doing grad school, kinda sorta pretend to just still be in college for another year or so. Which maybe wasn’t the best idea, but the familiarity was like a security blanket. Now, I cannot stop thinking about how I have no idea what I’m going to do.

I really hoped I’d have a job lined up by now, but as it stands it seems like I’m going to be working 3 jobs until my lease ends in August and after that I have no clue where I’m going. Jobs in my industry are worryingly scant and while I’m trying to make my peace with working in like a coffee shop or a bookstore or something (which I think I would be perfectly content with, at least for a while) the amount of decisions that leaves me with is stressing me out so bad. I have to figure out where I want to live, get a job there, go and find an apartment with some roommates, make all new friends, etc, etc. I’m terrified.

I have literally one friend who isn’t going on to some kind of higher education and she’s already gotten her dream job after applying to two (2) places, and I’m genuinely happy for her but it makes me feel like such a failure that I’ve applied to dozens and not even gotten an interview. I want so badly to just do something I care about but I feel like soon I’m going to have to settle for whatever pays rent. I keep telling myself that that’s fine, because plenty of people live that way and I’m sure that so long as I keep writing and have some good people in my life I’ll be happy, but it’s so so scary to know that in a couple of months I’ll be leaving all my friends and family behind but have no idea where I’ll be going.

I’m really not trying to whine, I know that I’ve been extremely lucky to go to college and enjoy barely paying for anything the last few years (I have a scholarship that pays for most of my rent and my parents help me with grocery money). There are genuinely awful things happening all over the world right now, and I live in a country that affords me a good amount of safety and have parents who I know would step in to help me if I were literally starving. I’m just sort of coming to terms with this being the first time in my life that I’m completely on my own. I’m confident that I can find something to keep myself alive, but I’ve been very lucky to have great friends and a very contented life so far, and I’m both grateful for that and terrified it’s going to end soon.

I can sort of feel myself on the edge of a wee breakdown and that really cannot happen right now because my family and my long-distance bestie get here tomorrow for graduation so I’m going to have to be very smiley and confident for at least the next few days ! And anyone I shared this with would be taking on the burden of feeling some kind of guilt, which of course I don’t want to put on anyone. So yeah. Sorry to do this here, but I really felt like I had to externalize this somehow and you guys are my unfortunate victims!

[marymary-diva17]

neglect sully (6)

The truth of the life you had made here had bene shared with those your care about so much, as now they had been able to see the life you live here now. It had been many years but now they get to see the growth you had done, along with making your own identity and family.

Y/n " ......"

????? " hey sis"

y/n " hey guys" you had seen the group standing by the entrance of your home, as they had bright smile on their faces.

y/n " you all know you can come inside right"

lo'ak " oh yes sorry about that" they all soon walked into your home as they noticed you have been getting ready for something.

tsireya " we came to see you and the family where is our brother, he usual here"

y/n " he had been called away on scouting with your father, Jake, and tsutey"

aonung " oh"

lo'ak " we were going to ask him if he can show us how to toss and spear"

y/n " he will be home soon and he did wish to show you boys, and have some time with his you boys but duty called him away"

tuk " are the triplets up we came to see them as well"

y/n " you all can be honest that you came here to see them I understand, even I rush home to be with them" the gang had laughed at your words, as you had went to go get the triplets.

neteyam " may I help you"

aonung " I as well"

y/n " sure come along" the two young males had followed you to go get the triplets who are wide awake, and happy to see their moms and uncles. Once the triplets were in the common area they were moving around and having a good time.

neteyam " ahh no far near the edge" Neteyam had caught Roili walking towards the edge of the home, he soon picked up he nephew getting a whine from the boy.

y/n " no roili you can't do that sweetie"

lo'ak " I still can't believe you have kids"

y/n " well believe it because there are three of them"

tuk " hey we also brought over some gifts the triplets might like" tuk had soon down basket, as she soon started pull out some of toys the belong to your guys younger years.

y/n : you guys didn't have to do this"

spider " yes we did they are our nephew children from the forest, so they should be experience more of what they have inherited from you and we have more of these at home so we are good"

y/n " thank you"

Kaewia " toy" Kaewia was reaching out of the toruk wooden toy that was near lo'ak.

lo'ak " here you go buddy"

neteyam " I think they like them already"

y/n " yes they do and I don't think you will be able to take them away, anymore"

spider " we can live with that"

y/n " hey why' don't we go for a swim and we can help you all with your lessons"

kiri " okay will the triplets be coming with us"

y/n " yes they will be as it will be good for our family" the group smiled as the toy had been placed away, as the group soon followed you to the water. Tsireya and her brothers are carrying one of the triplets, as it was a good cover for those who didn't know of your family here. The group had found a good place to swim the triplets, had taken to the water easily and were having a good time.

lo'ak " wow getting show up my toddler and toddler who are you nephews and niece doesn't hurt that much" the group had laughed at lo'ak words.

tsireya " in now time you will be good and understand the ways of water"

y/n " you are doing good my brother" lo'ak smiled as the group had soon went under water having a good time, the triplets are having a blast spending time with all their uncles and aunts.

Later on

tsireya " you need to slow down you heart rate when you breathe" tsireya had placed her hand on lo'ak chest as the group was now working on their breathing skills.

lo'ak " yes sure" everyone could see lo'ak smile bright and caught off guard by this, as the other boys and tuk laugh. You and kiri looked at each other and shook your heads. It was official you brother has fallen in love, now you had to wait and see what happened to him along with the others.

tuk " so you all use sign language to speak under water"

rotxo " yes it help us communicate with some words or hand jesters"

tsireya " we can try a few of them if that helps you all understand us more"

aonung " yes we can do that"

neteyam " we will love that"

warrior " y/n"

y/n " yes"

warrior " the tshaik and olo'eythan have asked you to attend a meeting"

y/n " I will be on my way can you all watch ...."

everyone " yes"

y/n " well I didn't finish my sentence but if any curse words, come out form my kids mouth we will have a talk"

lo'ak " we will be good you can trust us" you smile and shake your head, as you soon left after the warrior told you where the meeting was being held. You had soon arrived and Kawwney old family home as you soon looked to see who came to this meeting. To see Jake, neytiri, and tsu'tey, mo'at there along with tonowari and ronal.

Ronal " welcome y/n"

y/n " hello ronal and tonowari I was called to the meeting"

tonowari " yes thank you for coming"

Jake " my daughter it so good to see you"

y/n " hello sir"

neytiri " we are happy to see you ma daughter"

tsu'tey " hello kiddo"

ronal " let get this meeting started"

tonowari " kawwney will be here soon" you had nodded your head as you soon sat down.

tonowari " good so this meeting with be about the our new arrivals and the sky people as well"

y/n " I understand"

Jake " since we have arrived here it seems like we are learning new things, and seeing the world in different view points"

neytiri " yes and your siblings have been doing well here as well, it very good to see you all together again after so long apart"

mo'at " yes after you had exiled and disowned your own child"

y/n " grandmother"

mo'at " I'm sorry I will speak my mind about this matter later"

Jake " it so very easy for us and tsu'tey along with many other that you have made a life here"

y/n " yes I have the last time we all spoken was hard time. but I came here and started on another path in life"

tsu'tey " that is good I have herd good praise about you from the warrior and hunters here, and I'm not the only one"

ronal " yes y/n has become a member of the clan even due she doesn't, look like us she still become one of us"

Jake " there have some concerns for our human clan members"

y/n " rest assured sir they will be accepted here they will be allowed to keep, the camp they made here and be offered help from those in the clan that wish to help .... but we all know the rda has twisted views on humans"

Jake " yes you are right my dear"

tonowari " your daughter speaks true words your human clan members are allowed to stay here. she had also had some words in the past about your whole clan even the humans"

neytiri " oh"

y/n " yes I told them what was need as stated before we will need, all the help to defend our homes form the rda we have to be there for each other"

y/n " the rda will do anything to see their goal and greedy, we most not like them make our home like they have done to their"

Kawwney " hello" kawwney had returned home and was now standing at the entrance.

ronal " son welcome back please have a sit and join us"

kawwney " yes mother sorry for being late we had done a extra check, for my group before we retuned home"

tonowari " we understand son"

Jake " that is very smart of you young man"

Kawwney " thank you" Kawwney soon walked into the home and sat down next to you.

Kawwney " I have heard the words that y/n has been spoke and I agree with her, we need to help each other again the humans that have come to destroy our home"

y/n " thank you kawwney" Kawwney had nodded his head at you with a smile on his face, this didn't set well with Jake and neytiri.

Jake " we have to make sure to inform all the other clans"

tonowari " they know about these sky people but we will tell more about, your arrival here and the humans as well"

Jake " thank you"

neytiri " yes thank you" The meeting had soon came to end, everyone was now standing. Jake and neytiri are looking at you but you just allowed it and didn't fight them on the matter.

Jake " y/n"

y/n " yes"

Jake " I and your mother have been wondering if you will love to have, dinner with us and your siblings like we had done in the past"

y/n " yes if the time comes and I'm invited I will come"

Jake " thank you"

neytiri " This will be good for us now your father right, it time for us to act like a family once again and be whole"

mo'at " neytiri leave the girl be life is very busy right now, and we should be working on building up alliance and relationships"

neytiri " yes mother"

Jake " thank you for having us over again tonowari and ronal, I hope in time I and my family can have a good relationship like our daughter has with all of you"

tonowari " yes" it was getting late soon enough Jake, neytiri, and tsu'tey, mo'at had left the home. You soon look at your mate and in laws.

ronal " let pray to the great mother that my grandchildren don't gain their Personality"

kawwney " mother"

ronal " what I'm being honest they exiled y/n and lost all rights to be in her life"

tonowari " my love that for y/n to decied and in time she will make her decision know"

y/n " yes at the moment I'm keep my distance"

kawweny " have you told them about your siblings, cousin, and grandmother"

ronal " what has happened"

y/n " I told them they know the truth of the triplets and my relationship with kawwney, I trust then to keep it a secret"

ronal " we trust your grandmother after seeing how she handle neytiri today, and we see how your siblings and cousins are with you"

y/n " thank you"

???? " hello" soon all attention was no three others how retuned home with three toddlers.

tsireya " we are home and hope we can have a family dinner"

ronal " yes we can do that"

tonowari " now give me my grandchildren" tonowari had taken the boys while kawwney had taken aeya. Dinner had been made and it was all going well, as you were planning more ways to deal with any challenges and conflicts that will come others in your life.

#atwow #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar x reader #avatar x y/n #avatar the way of water #sully family x reader #jake sully x daughter!reader #neytiri x daughter!reader #neteyam x sister!reader #lo'ak x sister!reader #kiri x sister!reader #tuk x sister!reader #atwow x reader #atwow x y/n #atwow x you #navi x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar 2022 #avatar x fem reader #avatar x you #avatar 2 x reader #avatar2009 #avater the way of water #james cameron avatar

[quickends1998]

welp, there ya have it people, plural systems, singlets, transhumans, otherkin, alterhumans, et cetera, && also i will address this to any ladies gents gentlefolx &/ others of any kind—who if any exist are unbeknownst to me as the preceding is an exhaustive list of all the different categories of entities capable of literacy of which i (currently, as of right now this moment in which i sit here typing this post on the m/d/y-formatted date of 5/8/24, at my exact local time of 12:14:00pm cst) am aware of—who may be reading along this day,

it sure was about damn time for my dumb ass irresponsible life choices to catch up with me hard & fast enough to finally hit me with some real (like, real-real) consequence(s?). i mean yeah sure it[s nowhere near the end of the world since it's not like i have some big time meaningful respectable satisfying "career" at stake here or anything. polar opposite actually, i work* a dead-end job for a notorious shit show of a company that pays mere peanuts to the population of largely unskilled, uneducated, unaccomplished, & unmotivated monkey-brained slackers it refers to as its "employees"; but even despite all of these downsides, i (mostly) love it & i'm thoroughly convinced it's the best possible fit for me out of all employment prospects which are possibly attainable by me. there are several highly favorable qualities of the job that make me feel this way, but the main one is that i basically get paid to do nothing. so you can probably imagine the bottom of the barrel kind of low lives that saturate this industry, but if you need a specific example well you're looking right at one, yep thats me

so it is seriously astounding that i managed to find a way to blow it... but at the same time, it's so fucking like me to pull some inexcusable bull shit like this. i mean, god damn, no exaggeration, earning income absolutely does not get any easier than a job like this—well unless maybe you're living off of like neetbux, or a passably generous allowance periodically doled out to you with reliable consistency by your luxuriously moneyed family, &/ else some other similarly free handout(s) of whatever kind you're able finesse your way into getting awarded, and also eventually social security (assuming you live that long & pay enough into various savings accounts/investments & taxes etc over the yrs)

like what the actual fuck is my deal. i'm not even surprised tbh cuz i knew ofc it was just a matter of time this would happen if i didn't stop going to work high/withdrawing &/ getting high at work. but that does little to soften the impact this will have on not only my already-fragile ego (wah as always crying about how contemptibly pathetic & worthless i am, what else is new). at the same time tho, i realize i don't even deserve to be mad or upset or to feel whatever other self-pitying emotion(s) about how i'm now probably losing the job very soon**, given the fact that it's entirely my fault & obviously i knew exactly what i was doing and just how stupid reckless irresponsible unserious nonsensical selfish, downright disastrous it all has been.

yup. realllll nice one lyn, i would say "good job" except i fully doubt i still have one after today

*soon to be "worked," most likely **boss just requested i show up at main office in ~30min, gee i sure do wonder what it could possibly be thats so important it must be said to me face-to-face

[tallymali]

not to be political but its always rubbed me the wrong way how some br*t*sh leftists kind of treat wales as if we in some way “deserve” being shafted by the tories bc they think we’re not progressive enough bc they dont know how constituencies and populations work and dont realise that rich decrepit english ppl are obsessed with coming here and buying up all our houses

#the only reason me and my partner were able to buy a house #was bc the local council has a scheme that reserves houses for locals #we had to prove we had a reasonable connection to the area #like living here already. working here. having family here #bc its SUCH a problem that ppl from elsewhere (england) are buying up all the houses #and often just letting them sit empty for half the year #like idk its so obvious that ~progressives~ have never actually paid any mind to whats going on here #and they dont HAVE to know about us #but if theyre gonna say ignorant shit like ‘wales is basically just small england’ #they could at least take five seconds to idk. ask a fuckin welsh person what their experience is like #anyway. cofiwch dryweryn

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

Sometimes u just gotta find things to distract you from Arlecchino until she comes out

Like decorating your teapot to be a family home for Arle, her wife Furina and their 3 kids, Lyney Lynette and Freminet

#this is a great way to distract urself from Arlecchino. (obviously (it works great)) #technically there are a lot more kids in the house of the hearth than just those 3 #but I cannot put them in the teapot nor do I know them so #anyway this has been a fun project but I’m starting to run out of things to do #I’ve already made a bedroom for Arlefuri. a boudoir for Furina where she can work on her projects and things #I made a bedroom for the kids (I didn’t like the idea of separating their bedrooms since they’re all so close) #(I did give Fremi a little privacy nook cause I feel like he needs alone time. so does Lynette but we all know your twin doesn’t count) #the living room has Lyney and Lynette’s gift set as well as Fremi’s in it #I made Arlecchino an office. for Business TM #and I think the last major thing I need to do is rearrange the dining room. #right now it’s just Furina’s giftset but I kinda wanna downsize it #that way it can be a dining room and kitchen #cause like. a family dining room doesn’t need to be that big #if we had all the house of the hearth kids here we’d definitely need that much room + probably more #but we’ve got a family of 5 here they’ll be fine with 1 big dining table #ofc I already have everyone’s outdoor giftsets set up too #and one day Arlecchino’s giftsets will be added but #I don’t know what they are yet so #Arlecchino #Furina // #Arlefuri #Lyney // #Lynette // #Freminet // #Genshin Impact //

[scalproie]

my extremely corny and indulgent but satisfying and symbolic ideal scenario for Kazuya and Jin to fully Break The Cycle™️ would be for one of them to grab and save the other from falling off a great height. perhaps even a cliff.

#LIKE YEAH ITS CHEESY AND A BIT OOC AS OF NOW #BUT IMAGINE WITH THE PROPER BUILD UP FOR THIS TO HAPPEN #cause jin already *kind of* accepted his father by accepting himself. he's not *there* yet but he left him alive after all #and kaz has a lot of work ahead of him before he would even take that action but PLEASE. PICTURE IT. #i dont even know who i want to save who bc both works so well regardless #if its jin saving kaz. not only has jin never participated in the cliff-tossing curse of the family but he's actively preventing it #and as for kaz: for the first time someone is NOT letting him fall. kaz who sees falling as a proof of weakness. #of course he would probably see him getting helped as an humiliating form of weakness but just as jin learned in t8 that hes not alone #well maybe he could see that wow someone (other than jun) his blood- his SON is helping him despite it all. must be a weird feeling. #that right here right now for arguably the second time in his life- hes not alone. #and as for kaz saving jin... well frankly i dont even have the words. #it feels too indulgent to imagine kaz preventing his son from suffering a similar fate as him. and would confuse the hell out of jin #smth about both of them having lost their wings but still not being at risk of falling if theyre willing to have each other in this fight #or in their lives. #also its kaz willingfully breaking the cycle HIMSELF even after hes convinced himself that family hurting each other is part of their blood #idk. i love on-the-nose symbolism #ok im done being sappy #tagging later #tekken

[gideonisms]

.....realized I would literally rather work 12 hours a day and come home to complete silence where my space is exactly the way I like it and I don't have to continue to mask my reactions than have to work all day then come back to a roommate. wish I'd had this realization 2 months ago. I've been crying about how much I don't want to live with someone else and just NOW realized I'm an adult and I've organized my life in such a way that I don't technically Have to I can just work harder at a number of kind of shitty jobs I'm qualified for

#had a whole breakdown in private when i found out they had already leased my place i am hot mess this year #there are other places around the same price it was just. i thought about not having to move and the instant relief and hope for the future #then again i thought about not having to live with anyone else in general and that did also restore my hope for the future a tiny bit #if i had just realized i can do what i want even a month ago #:( #i don't WANT to suffer the 2-4 month mental consequences of changing where i live #i was getting a roommate because i was like. so i lose my ability to be around people and still function/hold down a job every 2 years #i should start planning for the next go around of the cycle #THEN i realized wait. i was living with my family for burnout 1 #i was working 2 jobs and going to school for burnout 2 #i was living with a roommate for burnout 3 #(extension of burnout 2) #i was living with my family working full time and doing classes online for burnout 4 #what if. here's a thought #i wasn't living with family i wasn't living with a roommate i wasn't in school #and i worked the same shitty job that gave me $16 an hour #but at the end of the day i just didn't have to do any other work #hm. #idk if i will even be able to find a place that accepts me on my own without a guaranteed income but #god it would help me keep a guaranteed income to live alone #who knows maybe i'd even be able to get therapy for the fact that i have never felt truly comfortable around anyone irl #it's always been like i had to force myself through anyway but what if i got to stop for even like 2 years

[ef-1]

idolatry | august '23

#thanks for NOTHING AUGUST!!!! #ugliest month of the year. easily #index: rows #1. idolatry - worship #2. he (me) who lives by the low rise jeans dies by the low rise jeans #3. soup. i love soup so much. when im having a particularly bad ms episode and i cant stand the sight for food soup is so easy & gud🥹 #4. if youve been here long enough you already know about my dill pickle problem #5. faces & friends on the beach #wanna give some deep reflections on august but i really learned nothing except for i have an unspeakably shitty problem with relationships #its like my 4th relationship of the year. 5 if we count a 2 month long situationship. i just cant hold a relationship down #i self sabotage and i get really disinterested and withdrawn. how do you even fix that #anyway i suppose the silver lining about it is that it made me consider spending my bday this year with my dad #if i cant hold a relationship down maybe i need to work on my familial relationships #i hope i dont regret it HEHE! #and last but not least: remember to romanticise your life girlies #thats the only way you can get through it 😍🔫 #photography series

[mantisgodsdomain]

Milk and Green Apple for Penelope

(for this ask game)

Since we haven't introduced Penelope yet, as is standard, we'll do a quick write-up here. Penelope is a Galápagos fur seal (Arctocephalus galapagoensis). She's an accountant who works at a bank located in a tundra which primarily caters towards terrestrial animals. Though she doesn't particularly like her job, and initially picked this posting because it was the best option available to her during her CPA experience program, she sort of... got stuck.

Finding work is difficult. She was lucky enough to get rehired by the same branch after finishing her work experience program, but she can't really find anywhere else willing to hire her right now, and her branch is hesitant to let her go, considering that she's one of the most competent people available to her department. She can't really quit, but she can't really move forward, either, so she's sort of... stuck in limbo.

She's well-paid enough that she can live relatively comfortably, but she was at least partially a diversity hire to begin with, and the place she lives in now just plain isn't made for her. She's an aquatic species in a relatively dry area, and most of the species that her branch caters to are smaller prey species - hares, kea, and lemmings, and the occasional arctic fox. Most of the infrastructure is built for people half her size or more, and being an aquatic species, she's not really built to be living terrestrially 24/7 - wearing glasses is all well and good until your prescription breaks and the best replacement pair you can find is built for a stoat, and sure, she can afford a doctor if anything comes up, but no one in her area would really know much about her species, and can she really afford the time and effort added to the expenses of flying to somewhere else entirely just to see a specialist?

As is, she feels just... stuck. She handles it, mostly, with a mix of "gritting her teeth and bearing it" and "heading out to a nearby city which actually has infrastructure for anything bigger than a fox". She sort of has to make a Day of it every time she travels out, but it's better than staying in the same town all day, and paying a bit extra for a night out isn't *too* bad, all things considered. The situation, as is, is perfectly fine. She just... wishes that she could make something of her life beyond being stagnant in a town that she expected to just be a stop in the road.

🥛 [MILK] What is your OC's relationship with their biological parents like? What about their relationship with any non-biological parental figures?

Well... it's complicated. She doesn't have a bad relationship with them, per se, but it's a bit distant - she moved to an entirely different part of the world to take this job, and most of her communication with family members is by video call and similar things as a result. She cares for her family, and she wouldn't trade them for the world, really - but they expect a lot from her, and she's been stuck at the same place long enough that she's not sure she can live up to it.

Penelope sits in the awkward sort of space where she was academically successful, but that success didn't really transfer to almost anything else. She's got a job, she's good at it, she's got a degree - but she still can't get a job besides the one she's been stuck in for years already, and "still working at the same bank" isn't the sort of thing that feels good to say, especially when you've been in the same place for far longer than you've ever wanted to be.

Her parents love her. Her mother still holds out faith that she'll get that one promotion - just a few more years and you'll get your big break, just a bit more work and they'll notice how industrious you are, just a tiny bit more effort and you'll get a better position - but you can only believe something so much when you feel like you've been stuck in the same rut for so long. There's only so much you can hear about how you have so much potential before you start feeling like you're wasting yourself, and at this point... having the same things repeated starts feeling a bit like every day she doesn't get that break is a day she's wasting her potential.

She does not currently have any non-biological parental figures. Probably a bit late in her life to get one, but who knows at this point, honestly?

🍏 [GREEN APPLE] How do they differ from the norm and how are they punished for it?

...there's a lot.

Though her workplace tried to provide accomodations when she first arrived, it's been more than eight years, and nowadays she has to do most of her accomodation herself. Her eyes aren't really made to focus above water, she's got a very different body plan than most people at the branch, she's a predator big enough to make most of the other folks in her branch a bit instinctually nervous, and being one of the only seals that most people know means that she's been re-introduced to the same three harbor seals entirely too many times by now.

People don't really make chairs for people with tails the size of their bodies around here, which means that chair backs that accomodate her are generally a matter of either custom order or hoping that she's going somewhere that's dealt with one of the other half-dozen folks with the same needs.

Penelope is, fundamentally, Not From Around Here. She's not a species that's found around here, she's not a species that's especially adapted for here, and despite being a seal that's only around a metre long she still towers over most of the people at her branch. The closest person to her size is an arctic fox in the tax department, and he still doesn't really have the same sort of experience as her. She doesn't fit The Norm, pretty much in any way, and it... really, really shows.

#asks #we speak #ocs #penelope #we took a while to answer this but anyways heres penelope she works at a bank #and then on weekends she goes to the city to get drunk off her ass and try to forget the overwhelming dread of stagnation #top ten women to expose gaps in your accessibility just by going to your place #she goes to like the same bar every time she goes Out On The Town because its the one bar that another seal works at #and theyre usually pretty good with being Not Awful because of it #anyways the most vital info about her is that she very much needs glasses but she doesnt wear them unless shes at work #the fun thing about seeing other people's ocs is that we'll see so many people making characters who are like #Important. Powerful. Cool. shit like that. and then we are here with our characters like “yeah shes an accountant” #“she feels really stuck in life and like she cant live up to the standards of her family” #“also she has to special-order chair backs bc her tail is the size of her entire torso and no one accommodates for that here” #anthro #we guess #thanks for your patience btw! we spent. way too long figuring out how to summarize her #in case youre wondering she is also struggling with a mid-life sexuality crisis just as a treat for Us Writing Her #for fun. and profit. and also being at that age where she was supposed to have settled down with a nice boy already #and now her mother is dropping increasingly obvious “you know its okay if you have something you need to tell us penelope” #“if there are any special girls in your life that you might want to bring home-” #and she lives halfway across the world and isnt dating anyone or even sure that shes on the dating market anymore #problems disease and etc. this post is over 1000 words already we'll cut it off here

[hellishgayliath]

Do you have a dream job?

(Also have an awesome week helli!)

Not really I don't think?? I never had that kind of ambition to aim for. I don't really have any experience working at any job honestly so I'm not even sure what kind of environment I'd be comfortable in or fit in with (not the food service kind tho, i hear that is just god awful).

I'd be just content with being an artist, I wouldn't be able to handle like actual deadlines or expectations from commissions or big timey art jobs cuz my brain just cant handle pressure like that but it's the route I'd rather stick with until I am able to find something that'll help keep me financially stable.

bleh

#the cryptid talks #i do help my sister with her kids while she's at work #and she and my dad do pay me for my time #but it would be nice to actually get a job and make money of my own instead of relying on them (i'll even take family dollar) #sometimes i feel guilty that im living here for free and feel like i could do more #but dealing with two monstrous kids is already effort in itself #which is why i have my redbubble shop and ko-fi set up #adulting is complex blehp #thank you tho wren i hope your week gets better for you too <3 #i have the rottmnt adventure comic book coming in this week and am so pumped to read it when it gets here c: #and i have so many oc ideas i want to do of other artists i look up to on here #might just make it a big ol post #im rambling

[labyrynth]

very salty salt re: someone’s hotter-than-the-sun take on jgy/meng shi, mu qing, and class

just saw someone insist that bc meng shi was a famed courtesan at some point, she therefore was actually quite well off financially, and was not at all lower or working class, as if she not only had a say in her profession, but as if this did not all come crashing down after 1) aging, and 2) having a literal child

they also described both meng yao and mu qing as “functionally middle class” because obviously not being jobless or homeless means you’re middle class.

and also claimed that mu qing was personally responsible for xie lian’s downward spiral, and that mu qing’s decision to leave abandon xie lian was selfish, cruel, and—get this—fueled by CLASSISM.

OP i am beating you over the head with a stick. how do you fuck up class awareness/analysis THIS bad.

the whore and her bastard son are middle class because she’s fuckable and he knows how to read. uh huh sure.

the working class servant is selfish and classist for prioritizing his own family over his employer, the royal fucking family. why not.

here look OP i can string together offensive sentences too: you are fucking stupid.

#salt is salt #mdzs talk #and the rarely used #tgcf talk #jgy tag #like in what fucking world do you live in where meng shi is viewed as ‘Wealthy Respected Courtesan’ instead of ‘washed up whore’ #i’m 90% sure i already had this person blocked for their shit jc takes #which really just solidifies my working concept #it was never about any perceived classism #bc they just proclaimed that the two most notable non-love interest/non-gentry characters…are classist. #source: they made decisions that prioritized their own interests rather than sacrificing themselves and their families for their wealthy— #cough i mean generous benefactors #the ungrateful whelps #like what’s next? are you gonna claim that he xuan was selfish and entitled and classist for pursuing the position he was owed? #or was shen jiu—literal child slave—classist for resenting binghe? #i got it—airplane was classist for wanting to be able to pay his bills. doesn’t he know people are homeless?! is he looking down on them?!! #how dare he charge for his product?! he’s discriminating against people who can’t afford to pay for shitty porn!! #like jfc op the bar here was so fucking low you would have to TRY just to trip over it #and you steamrolled yourself into a pancake just to fit underneath #because obviously every character flaw HAS to be some kind of -ism so i can condemn you for liking this blank-ist character #then again this shouldn’t surprise me #bc these folks accuse queer ppl all the fucking time of being homophobic #for not hating jc who is supposedly homophobic #projection much? #it really is the foundation of the anti mindset: #‘i don’t like this thing. i must dislike this thing bc it’s Problematic. it’s problematic therefore YOU shouldn’t like this thing.’ #‘and you’re just as Problematic if you DO.’ #some ppl really just Say Things #ok i’m done