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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 1 month

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Darling a little mad holding a Nature Valley bar: Auron, chose your next words casually before I bite this on your bed.

Auron who hate crumbs in his bed: you wouldn't dare.

Darling glaring: tread lightly bc I will.

Finn watching all of this go down: interesting method, but effective.

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice incorrect quotes #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice finn #middle ground

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urpaperboy · 1 month

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Hi hello buongiorno I would love to see some Middle Ground (Auron x Finn) in your artstyle pretty please :]

No mini doodle this time cause my brain is fogging up like crazy but Middle Ground !!

tbh i like examining this rarepair like a scientist discovering a new organism, cause i mean Auron and Finn are an interesting combination but like I LIVE FOR IT TOO !! Love me some floral wine shit :3

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice fanart #yuurivoice finn #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice middle ground #middle ground

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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Middle Ground

Winter Prompts Masterlist | Winter Prompts List

Pairing: Benny Miller x Reader

Prompts: Marshmallow/ Cabin/ Fish Out of Water

You have tried. You have tried so goddamn hard.

You have gotten up at five in the morning to do a sunrise hike. You have put on hip waders and gone fishing. You have built a fire to cook the fish that you caught over—and dropped the fish into said fire.

Now, you're in the bathroom, picking leaves and twigs out of your hair after taking a tumble while trying to climb a tree. You sigh tiredly, looking yourself over in the mirror. You reach up, swiping some dirt off of your cheek.

You hear a knock on the door, followed by, “Babe?”

You force a smile onto your lips, chirping, “Yeah!”

Benny pushes the door open, a warm smile on his lips. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Okay! I’m almost done cleaning up in here.”

“Perfect.” He darts in, pecking your cheek before he leans away again, shutting the door behind himself. You sigh softly, closing your eyes and summoning all your strength. This is gonna be fine. You’re a good girlfriend, you’re down to try whatever he likes—right? You can swing this. You’re doing pretty well so far...Minus the fish incident, and the tree...Thing. You stretch, rolling your sore shoulders before you straighten your shirt.

You step out into the hall, and frown when you find the light off. You look back and forth before heading down the hall toward the living space. The cabin that Benny chose is in a beautiful location, and while the outdoors isn’t exactly your favorite, the cabin is perfect. The furnishings are plush and cozy. You can see the flickering of the fireplace as you get closer to the living and dining room.

“Babe?” You call out, “Is the power out or…Something…” You trail off, then go quiet at the sight of the table set for two, and lit with candles. You blink, surprised, then look over to find Benny walking from the kitchen with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“What is this?” You ask with a stunned laugh.

“It’s dinner,” Benny answers—as if that should be more obvious. But you figured you’d have something easy—beans and hot dogs, sloppy joes, something like that. But the kitchen smells heavenly, and the wine seems to be the kind that had a cork removed, not a top unscrewed.

“Can I—” You start to gesture toward the kitchen, but Benny tuts softly, leading the way to the table. He sets the glasses and wine bottle down before he draws your chair back from the table. You lower into it, glancing back with a smile and a murmur of, “Thank you,” As he eases it closer to the table.

“I hope you’re hungry,” Benny adds as he pours you some wine.

“Very,” You nod. Before you can ask any questions, Benny leans down over you, pressing a warm kiss to your lips. You lean up into him, raising a hand and curling it in the fabric of his shirt. Before you can deepen it, he draws back. He gently chucks under your chin, then turns to get the plates of food waiting on the kitchen counter.

“So what’s the plan for tomorrow?” You ask. You’re a little sleepy, full of good food and good wine, and cuddled back against Benny. You’d tried to talk him into letting you do the dishes, but he’d led you to sit in front of the fire instead. He’d leaned back against the couch, and drawn you to sit between his legs.

“Mmm…” Benny kisses your temple, seeming to think for a moment. “Could spend the morning in bed…Have a late breakfast…Go for a walk, see where the day takes us.”

You frown a little bit, tipping your head back to look at him.

“But you come up here to be all—You know. Busy and outdoors-y.”

“Yeah, but you hate it."

Your expression falters, and you lower your gaze as Benny chuckles softly, curling his arms around you.

“I don’t hate it,” You grumble as he gathers you closer. “It’s just not—I’m not used to it, I don’t—”

“Baby,” Benny soothes, lips brushing your cheek. “I’m not mad. I just don’t want you to feel like you’ve gotta do these things ‘cause I like them. We’ve got the cabin for a week, so let’s find a middle ground, huh?”

You smile a little, taking one of Benny’s hands in both of yours.

"Is that why you made such a nice dinner?" You ask.

"No. That's why I talked Will and Frankie into driving up here to drop off takeout, which I put it on plates."

You cackle at his admission, tipping your head back against his shoulder.

“Was I absolutely awful today?” You ask.

“No.” Benny dips his head, nuzzling your jaw gently. “I could see you trying. That means a lot to me, you know?”

“I didn’t hate all of it. The hike was nice…Insanely early, but the sunrise was pretty.”

“Maybe we can put that on our list for later in the week. Head out a little later, choose a point nearer to here.”

“What about between now and then?”

“We don’t need every moment planned,” Benny insists, intertwining your fingers. “Let’s just enjoy ourselves.”

Tag list: @amneris21 ; @elen-aranel ; @brandyllyn ; @massivecolorspygiant ; @blueeyesatnight

#Benny Miller x Reader #Benny Miller x You #Ben Miller x Reader #Ben Miller x You #Middle Ground #Fluffcember #Fluffcember 2022 #Winter Writing Prompts

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wileycap · 8 months

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Meet me in the middle, says the unjust man.

You take a step forward, and he takes a step back.

Meet me in the middle, says the unjust man.

You take a few running steps and punch the unjust man in the nose.

Dake me do dhe hosbidal, says the unjust man.

#civil rights #discussion #tumblr memes #middle ground #middle ground fallacy #humor #if somebody says “yes but see by resorting to violence you are now level with the unjust man” i'll punch you in the face #funny jokes #funny #idk what to tag this as #punch a nazi #as a treat

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thesidestoaconflict · 2 months

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Middle Ground: Chapter 2

Stepping Stone 2084 words

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Two days later- the group needed time to gather up the appropriate gear that a trainer’s journey would need- everything was ready. Hilda and Otto, Bianca and Blaise, and Cheren and Lucian were all ready to head out.

Hilbert had decided he’d walk with them to the next town over, but afterward he’d need to split and head back to his placement work at a lab near Driftveil city.

So, clad in the same outfit as on her birthday- it had been washed and dried; it was her favourite outfit, and she wanted to start her journey off right, Hilda stood a few meters down the street from the Juniper Pokemon Lab, awaiting her friends. She’d fashioned the pretty gem her dad had sent her into a string pendant that was now tucked inside her turtleneck sweater for safekeeping.

She liked to be early to things, knowing she’d end up late if she wasn’t trying to be super early- Cheren, as always, showed up on the dot of when they’d agreed to meet up, and Bianca was about five minutes late.

Cheren rolled his eyes, but the action was free of any actual irritation. And together, they entered the lab.

There was a small kitchen, a sliding glass door to a massive garden protected by a glass dome, a small library, a room with the door shut tightly that was probably full of light sensitive equipment, and finally, they found Professor Juniper, holed up in her study, one biro stuck behind her ear, evidently forgotten as another was in her hand, scratching notes onto a dollar store ring-bound notebook.

She looked up as the three of them walked in the door, glanced at the digital clock on her desk, and bolted up.

“Sorry! Sorry, completely lost track of time!” she exclaimed, jumping up from the ancient chair she was sat in, and leaving the notebook open on her remarkably tidy desk, “How are you three feeling this morning?”

“Great,” answered Cheren, as all three of them were ushered out of the study and into the garden-dome-thing, and the girls echoed the sentiment, “Are you alright, Professor Juniper?”

She laughed briefly, as they sat down at a picnic-style table to talk.

“I’m fine, don’t worry! Just busy! I’m sure your parents have mentioned I have a bit of a task I’d like to entrust to you three, if you’ll take it on,” she responded, leaning her head on one of her hands and finally noticing the biro on her ear, which she promptly tucked into the chest pocket on her lab coat. The three friends feverishly nodded, excited and nervous, “Okay, so, first off, you three know about the basis of my current research, right?”

“I do!” exclaimed Hilda, louder than she intended, “It’s about those new ruins that were found in Desert Resort, right?”

“Yes, exactly! As well as a strikingly similar ruined structure found underwater off the coast of Undella down.” Juniper nodded enthusiastically, “Well, two also strikingly similar artefacts were found on important-looking pedestals in these ruins. Lenora, Hawes, my father, and I are working with Shirona, the old Champion of Sinnoh, to try and translate the texts on these pedestals, but from what we can figure out already, these artefacts are some kind of living thing- at the moment we think they’re pokemon eggs of some sort, but we aren’t sure.”

“Like… that Manaphy thing?” Bianca asked, “I think I saw something about that on the news a little while back…”

“Yes! Yes, pretty much like the Manaphy egg that was discovered! It’s probably not a Manaphy, since these don’t look anything like that egg, but, I’m sure whatever they are must be important to something!”

“So…” Cheren furrowed his brows as he thought, and folded his arms, “You want us to look around Unova for any information about these… things… while we travel? Is that it?”

“Hm, almost, Cheren.” Juniper smiled, “I want you three to hold onto these artefacts, actually. If they are pokemon eggs, they’re more likely to hatch when with active trainers, according to Dr. Utsugi, and he’s the expert on the matter of pokemon eggs!”

Hilda was practically vibrating. Being able to hold onto a piece of important history… to help solve its mystery… it was a dream come true!

Bianca looked intrigued, but Cheren looked… a little sceptical.

“How big are they? They won’t be too difficult to carry around, right?” he asked.

“Oh, no, no, don’t worry!” Juniper replied, reassuringly, “They’re both only a little bigger than a pokeball, actually. So they’ll fit into your bags fine, and they’re both really light, for some reason. And also, Cheren, I’m not going to force you. I won’t take your snivy back or anything like that, it’s just something completely optional. You can change your mind, too!”

“Ah, thank you,” Cheren looked a little embarrassed; possibly having assumed that she might actually ask for the pokemon back if he declined to help with the research, “Have you—”

“Professor, can we see them?!” Hilda butted in, feeling like she was going to explode, “Please?!”

Bianca giggled, and Cheren rolled his eyes once more, both amused by Hilda’s excitement, since it was very typical of her to suddenly get extremely energetic whenever anything related to ancient Unovan history was involved.

Juniper smiled again, “Of course. I’ll just go grab ‘em, okay? Give me a minute.”

And she headed back inside her lab briefly. During the short wait, Hilda was tapping her hands on the table and bouncing her legs up and down, unable to contain her anticipation for this.

Upon Juniper’s return, she’d ended up squeezing her hands into fists so tightly that her nails had made indents on her palms.

“You know, Professor,” Bianca said as Juniper sat back down, a small wooden box in her arms. There was a teasing glint in her eye, and she kept glancing over at Hilda, “I don’t think Hilda’s really all that interested, you might wanna leave this to me and Cheren.”

“No!” Hilda took hold of Bianca’s arm and sank down on the bench, so she was almost lying with her head on Bianca’s leg, though she was holding in a laugh as she added, “Not funny…”

Juniper chuckled, and opened the box as Hilda sat back up.

Inside were two spherical objects. One a piercing white, the other the deepest black imaginable. Almost perfect spheres, save for an inward circular bevel on the white, and an outward circular bevel on the black. The bevels were both the same size, only about two millimetres deep, and on the other side, they were reversed.

Almost like a puzzle, one that could be infinitely rearranged.

Hilda was almost overwhelmed when Juniper passed the things to her first. Light and heavy at the same time. She could hold each one in one hand with very little difficulty. They weren’t warm or cold, it was like they were devoid of a temperature completely. Impossibly smooth. And she understood perfectly what Juniper had meant by them seeming incredibly important, though she couldn’t begin to guess what purpose they might have served.

She handed them to Bianca before she was completely overcome with thoughts.

“Oh!” Bianca exclaimed, and she held up the white one, “This one feels warm!”

She quickly passed it to Cheren.

“Right? Doesn’t it?”

He looked at her oddly.

“No? It’s freezing. What are you talking about?”

“This isn’t the time for sarcasm, Cheren,” Bianca sighed, but he insisted it felt ice-cold to him. “What? Okay, but this one is cold then, too, right?”

She passed him the black one, and a very surprised expression crossed his face momentarily.

“Not at all. This one feels warm.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m not!”

“Are you both being funny?” Hilda asked, “They don’t feel like anything.”

“What are you saying?!” Both her friends exclaimed at the same time.

Juniper looked puzzled by all three of them.

“I’m saying they don’t feel hot or cold. Not… room temperature either. I dunno how to explain it.”

Cheren shoved the white one into her hands.

“You’re telling me this thing doesn’t feel like a block of never-melt ice to you?”

“No?”

“And it’s not warm?” Bianca added, shooting a look at Cheren.

“No. It’s not.” Hilda replied.

“This is weird.” Cheren muttered, “You two are both being serious, right?”

“Yeah.” Both girls replied.

He frowned. And Hilda got an idea. She handed the white orb back to him.

“Hold this for a minute. Really get a good grip on it.”

He grimaced, but did so.

She could see the tips of his fingers redden from the supposed chill after only a few seconds.

And she reached out to touch his hand.

“Holy shit!” she exclaimed, yanking her hand back and shaking it, “You’re freezing!”

“I told you!” he snapped.

Bianca took the black orb from where it lay on the table, and after holding it for a moment, put her hand on top of Hilda’s, who flinched back.

“That’s so cold!”

Cheren reached his hand over to Bianca’s, who just looked even more puzzled.

“But that feels warm!” he cried, “What is this?!”

They all stopped at once, looking over to Juniper, silently begging for an answer.

“I… don’t know.” She responded slowly, “None of my staff have reported any of this. They all just say they both feel a bit cold, like a stone would. But not… icy. Not warm. And none of… whatever it was Hilda said.”

Cheren and Bianca were both holding onto the spheres they’d said were warm, to fend off the chill in their digits. Cheren had been outright shivering when he’d been holding the white one.

Hilda watched her friends as they held onto the things as if for their lives for a minute.

“Professor, have you any notes on them yet that you could make copies on? I’d be really interested to see what you and the others have found so far. On the ruins, too.”

“Yes, of course. Come with me, Hilda, I’ll get you some copies, and we can get all your PokeDexes fully up to date while your friends thaw out, alright?”

“Sounds good.” Hilda nodded as her friends handed her their Dexes, following the professor back inside the lab, feeling a little disconcerted.

While she waited for Juniper to make copies of all her notes so far, and staple them together into a shockingly small booklet, Hilda couldn’t stop thinking about the artefacts. Was there some weird property in each of them that was giving her friends, oh, who knew, a bizarre allergic reaction?

A small pile of papers in one hand, and a fully updated PokeDex in the other- Juniper carrying the other two- Hilda returned to her friends, who had placed the artefacts out on the table between them and were looking at them apprehensively.

“Come on, guys, they’re not gonna like… bite you.” Hilda sighed, reaching out to pick up the black one, and recoiling for a moment as she got a small static shock off it. She shook her hand briefly before picking both the rock-egg-orb-things up. “Who’s taking what, or am I the only one doing this stuff?”

“I’ll take the black one for now,” Cheren said, “You know how I feel about the cold. So something to keep me warm’ll be nice.”

Bianca stuck out her tongue at him, “I’ll take the white, if you don’t mind, Hilda? We can swap around soon, ‘kay?”

“Sounds good. Don’t drop ‘em.” Hilda teased as she handed them over, “And let me know if anything changes with them. This is super cool.”

“Freezing cool, even,” Cheren added, dryly.

“Who says ‘freezing cool’, you weirdo?” Hilda laughed and he huffed, and started insisting it was definitely an expression and that he definitely wasn’t just being stubborn and refusing to let himself be made fun of.

This time, Bianca rolled her eyes.

After a little while more of briefing, and confirming with Professor Juniper that they’d update her as soon as possible if they found anything, and also agreeing to swap around the stone-egg-things with each other when they met up in Nacrene city- since they’d be together until they left Accumula town, and agreed that time between there and Nacrene would be plenty to get started on some solo research.

They then bid the Professor farewell and hurried off to meet Hilbert at the outskirts of Nuvema town, still making light-hearted jabs at each other.

#middle ground #chapter #tstac: middle ground

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foodtopia-1 · 7 months

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Materpost

Plot

Prologue

Middle Ground

Sugar (art by @space-akari-darling )

Charcoal

Healthy

Aqua

Caone

Dariun

Vitamins

Pomegranate

Golden Raspberry Bramble

Blueberry

Poppy Corn

Apple

Peanut

Pistachio

Acorn

Tammy Raisin

Watermelon

Coconuts

Unhealthy

Nugget

Reese Kat

Kit

Sugar gummies

Black licorice and Red licorice

Curly Fry

Resistance

Beet

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hymnless-space-nugget · 2 years

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A lot of people PREACH about diversifying your feed and “opening your mind” by following/tuning into POC, LGBT+, or female creators, yet DO NOT diversify their own feed by following/tuning into people with different opinions [i.e., Blaire White (trans woman), Jordan Peterson, Abby Shapiro (Jewish woman), Matt Walsh (father of 4-5 kids), etc].

WHICH, by doing so, you will open your mind further since you get to hear opinions or ideas that you, or anybody similar to you, probably won’t ever come up with. Sticking to what is comfortable, or what you know, is not diversity. Step out of your comfort zone. Practice what you preach and be inclusive of all people, maybe you’ll actually learn something.

I know I did. My eyes are more open than I ever thought they were thanks to tuning into content other than what is created solely by one community.

You’ll never grow as a person, or step closer to finding middle ground with others who think differently than you, if you never take the time to hear them out. Some people desperately want their opinions and “truths” to be heard and accepted, but isn’t that how everyone feels? Listen to people and you will be listened to.

If you keep pushing people away who have differing opinions/views, then you are part of the problem.

We are more alike than different.

It all starts with healthy discussions, focusing on middle ground, sticking to what is real, listening to concerns, finding where you agree, and going from there.

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ideasarestuckinmyhead · 3 months

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Darling: Egotistical (lovingly)

Auron: Brat (lovingly)

Finn: they're so cute!

Customer: uuuhhh???

(I bet it's so funny when someone sees Darling and Auron throwing shade at each other. But see Finn smiling at them getting along. Yes this is them getting along, it's funny but they basically established without actually talking about it that they love eachother)

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice incorrect quotes #yuurivoice auron #yuurivoice finn #middle ground

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truly-morgan · 7 months

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[Age Swap, touch-repulsed Mob & touch-starved Reigen]

MobRei | Mob Psycho 100 Age Swap AU 07-11-2022

This is an idea I wanna write for my Age Swap #mobrei fanfic, but I have yet to start it and wanna share it.

Touch-averse/repulsed Mob, I could see him already not being too keen on being touched, only made worse by the trauma of being bullied and abused, but in big part due to one time when things escalated towards sexual assault (which stopped at hand over clothes that were slowly creeping under clothes before he lost control of his power and scared them away).

Mixed with

Somewhat touch-starved Reigen who doesn't get too much physical affection and touch in general and would melt into the touch at anything given to him. Reigen who doesn't really realise how much he initiates small physical contact with people when he talks.

Events happen where Reigen slowly notices his Shisho's dislike of being touched (only confirmed later when he accidentally crosses the line while trying to help Mob).

I could see Reigen working on being mindful of his actions around Mob, trying not to initiate too much physical contact if it's not needed, not wanting to send him in a panic or make him overall uncomfortable (and potentially be kicked out).

Meanwhile, I can see Mob trying to work on it a little bit. He likes Reigen a lot and doesn't want to hurt him by accident because of that, plus he did notice how much Reigen seemed to like being touched and touching people.

By no means would Mob like being touched casually by anyone else, but he works on being able to at least tolerate Reigen's touches. He even initiates some by himself, encouraged by the way Reigen seems to really appreciate it (even if he's a bit confused at first because he doesn't expect Mob to touch him, he assumes it is okay because the man started it).

Eventually, Reigen is one of the only person Mob is really comfortable being touched by

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#tweet archive #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mobrei #reigen arataka #shigeo kageyama #age swap au #touch-repulsed mob #touch-repulsed character #touch-starved reigen #touch-starved character #working for the other #middle ground

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