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ziracona · 2 years

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Fr though—forget “It’s not that artists feel entitled to comments and shares, it’s that without them we lose motivation to-” ; artists ARE owed positive interaction by people who consume their stuff. It’s not entitlement or pride, its not a superiority complex, it’s not them being a self-important fuck; it’s basic human society functionality and has been for THOUSANDS of years! If you thank someone for dropping a pot roast off at your house, or a birthday gift, if you’re expected to clap at the end of play, and cheer for the musician on stage, even if you /did/ already pay money to see them; if you clap for the public speaker, you pay the street musician if you stop to listen, you thank person who hands you an unexpected gift, or buys you the soda you said you wanted? It’s the exact same damn thing! Gift reciprocity is fundamental to human society. If you accept a gift, you say thanks, in whatever way is societally appropriate. That’s how that shit works. People wonder why art hemorrhages in fandom and it’s because there’s a blockage in the way societal expectations are meant to function. Artists /are not/ acting entitled when they want some kind of acknowledgment. Fans consuming content endlessly without giving anything even a ‘thank you’ back to the person who provided a gift are acting entitled to the gift! And it’s really fucked up people who just fucking, want people who like their art to share it, or leave a tag that says ‘pretty,’ or fucking anything, are viewed as some kind of superiority-complex-overbearing-jagweeds jerking themselves off! No! They’re being COMPLETELY normal and even very understanding! Most artists are fucking meek about being artists and what they want!! Like NINETY-SEVEN percent of them! It’s people who act entitled to an endless supply of free gifts, provided by intense labor and time commitment of others, without even thanking the creators, who are acting like overbearing entitled shits! You’re not some emperor owed mass tribute! Thank some fucking artists!

#genuinely insane #I am extremely thankful I’m luck enough to get a lot of positive feedback for my own work. but like. so often I go find a GORGEOUS work of #fan art and it has like. 20 notes and all of them are likes! or I’ll find an amazing bit of writing with ONE comment #like I can see the kudos and views—I know y’all read it. I guess just Me and CheeseHead69 know how to act like civilized humans though #this isn’t to say likes and kudos mean nothing—they’re really nice! but listen to what artists say and need. and if you can reblog art at #all. or comment. leave a tag even that just says ‘pretty’ — you have fulfilled your societal end of the bargain.#I don’t mean everyone doing this is a dipshit—some people have intense anxiety & some were taught this #but the people actively hostile towards artists asking for interaction ARE dipshits and they need to stop #and to the people who /do/ interact regularly with art: you’re very bae and I hope you win a scratch lotto and buy the thing you want

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etherealkissed88 · 2 months

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stop focusing on logic ⋆ ˚｡𖦹⋆｡°✩

literally regardless of the 3d, you will always get what you want. you think about how it will come to be in the 3d, by using what? by using LOGIC.

for example, you want a car but your trying to make sense of the how in a logical way like -> "how will i afford this car?" or "how will i possibly manifest a car just outta thin air?"

yes humans in our time and age in this society are born into logistical thinking but part of understanding the law is knowing that you are beyond that logic that was taught to you.

trying to make what you want "make sense" in the 3d is centered around logic and it's an issue. if you want that car or that sp, stop thinking logically about how empty your wallet is or about that 3p. just be the version of you that has it already. apply. how do you know if someone will gift you that car or if you will win some kind of lotto and use it to buy the car? how do you know if that sp was thinking about you the whole time regardless of the 3p or that they were already broken up regardless of what you saw or heard?

how do you know you will just wake up and it will all appear? the thing is: you dont know (unless you manifest the how) and thats the interesting part. logic is probably telling you that it cant happen. logic is not something that you should hold onto regarding the law.

the "how" never matters. your job is knowing its yours and knowing the 3d is always neutral. the "how" is the 3d's concern not yours. its perfectly fine imagining the how if you want to but for people trying to manifest shit while doubting if it will happen because of logic... stop. logic is nothing but limits.

you can imagine anything, you can be anything, you are imagination, you are limitless

you be someone who has it and its done. stop obsessing over a copy machine that literally copies self no matter what.

be that version of self = 3d expresses that (always the law)

even when you see something you dont like in the 3d, logic starts to kick in and tell you that what you want could never come into play, causing doubts.

example: you want that cute bag -> you see you have no money or they are all sold out in your area -> logic says: “theres no way i can get it now bc of these circumstances” -> you doubt you will get it -> now you’re in this victim state and you logic will only keep you there until you break free from it

just know that the 3d and logic are irrelevant. literally anytime i manifest something and i see the opposite of what i want, i just continue being the version of me who has what they want and the 3d always ends up doing a complete 360 and showing me what i want. if logic tells you no, you have the control, not anything else.

“how do you keep being this version of you when the 3d shows you the opposite?” -> actually fulfill yourself & know everything starts w you. do you want it or not? give it to yourself & there it is.

let go of logic because you will always get what you want when you change self instead of chasing reasons of how it will appear.

who are you BEING? forget the logic. just be what you want.

kisses, jani ☆

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argarath-snep · 1 year

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You know you might be abusing your escapism coping mechanism when you are daydreaming about doing the techlinked ad thing about manscape and telling your own experiences with it instead of the ad bit... Anyway manscape! Are you tired of asking yourself "aww man, should I trim down there today? It's so annoying to clean up because I never know if I should use the broom in the bathroom cause the floor is always a bit moist so the dirt from the broom is going to dirty it, but I don't want to just use my hand to pick the hair up, but I can't use the TP to do that cause it will fall apart thanks to the floor moisture and I'll have even more stuff to clean up!" Well with manscape you can just trim in the shower! The water just conveniently gathers your hairs on the drain and you already had to pick the hairs from there because guess what? Your head hair also goes there! And you're already wet so it's not as dirty feeling to touch the wet hair that was clean but you just feel like it feels dirty by being wet! Manscape you can trim it in the shower!

#did i just do a fucking rickand Mortimer add accidentally?!?#i dont even watch that show but i think thr memes corrupted my brain #help the stem is slready taken over im lacking my backbones now!!#anyway how do you guys #cope #i mostly just daydream winning the lotto and buying a house for me and my friends to live in #did you know the USA helped instigate military coups throughout the entire american continent?

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titanofthedepths · 1 year

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Society if I were rich enough to give my friends everything theyve ever wanted

#idk how to tag this? im just thinking abt financial stuff #i wish i made good enough money to make sure my friends and i would always be stable #or that i could like. win the lotto or smth lol #ive discovered gift giving Is one of my love languages i just cant afford to do it

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aclowntiny · 1 year

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What Type of Kisser is Seventeen?

I am once again simply having Thoughts™. Warnings: 🤏🏻 suggestive in some places

S.Coups: Smiles and caresses your face before he brings you in. His lips command yours, and yet they’re soft, almost reverent at the same time. Will whisper praises and sweet nothings to you in between each one. He will speed things up if one of you decides to use some tongue, an arm sliding down to encircle your waist. Please play with his hair while/after you kiss he really likes it.

Jeonghan: Leans in so gently, testing the waters by ghosting his lips over yours and smiling when you immediately respond. Slow but knows exactly what you like, each kiss giving him more and more data. Teasingly swipes his tongue over your lips just to see how you respond. Whether it’s shock or taking him up on it, he’ll giggle about it when you’re separated again.

Joshua: Looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky before his lashes start to flutter, eyes falling closed. Joshua either takes you by your cheek, gently guiding your lips to his, or kissing him starts when he kisses your hand and moves all the way up your arm, neck, cheek, and finally his lips connecting with yours, sliding perfectly against them. Even manages to French you gently.

Jun: Acts like he isn’t good at using his tongue, but once he starts getting comfortable you’ll see that oh boy is that a lie. For someone not good at it he sure does it a fair bit 🤔 Accidentally gets a little messy, oops! Either giggling or giving you the most intense stare ever when you pull apart, it’s a coin toss.

Hoshi: Soonyoung is so happy and excited to be kissing you every time, he looks at you like he just got a winning lotto ticket. He’s not afraid to just go for it, all but yanking you into his lips, which eagerly take hold of yours. Explores a lot, but doesn’t always want to get too messy, just wants to feel every bit he can. His hands will be sliding over your hips or rubbing your shoulders, just one or two extra points of contact because it’s never enough for him, he just can’t resist. Likes to throw in little nips between collisions of your lips, your reaction to which always has him smiling that much more. Also enjoys pulling your tongue in with his.

Wonwoo: Leans in suddenly, but you usually have a little clue it’s going to happen by how he looks at you. Likes to brush your hair out of your face before keeping his hands there, yours resting flush against his chest. Not as much of a tongue guy, but every kiss Wonwoo gives you is so full of love it has your heart soaring. He adores your expression of pleasant surprise whenever he takes you off guard with a sudden kiss.

Woozi: Giggles a little at first, but kisses you so passionately it’ll turn into a satisfied smirk when he pulls away. Likes to have a hand on the small of your back to pull you in, maybe even run his nails down. Rather than a bunch of little ones, he likes to keep you for one long kiss, you two separating just far enough to get some air and them coming back all the way together. Everything you do blends together and you don’t know how much time passes, but neither of you seem to mind much, either 😉

DK: Always has to give your cheeks some appreciation first. Kissing Seokmin often starts with his lips traveling over your cheeks before finally falling onto yours, smiling into it when you pull him closer. He may accidentally get messy if you smile into it too because his heart races and he gets so excited because you’re adorable and he’s so lucky he gets to kiss you and oops, since when was it going at this pace?

Mingyu: Fast. Once he latches on, you’re in for a ride. Kissing Mingyu practically feels like exercise, but it adds a certain fire you haven’t felt before. The more you try to keep up, the more he’ll stay at it. Has the biggest smile on his face when you guys inevitably separate for air, especially if you look as messy as he feels. The whiplash you get when he kisses you like that then rubs your noses together when he pulls away 🤕

The8: Hugging Minghao turns into kisses, his arms sliding forward a bit from your back to your sides as you both lean in. He also likes running a hand through your hair as your lips connect. Every kiss is soft, taking its time to show you how beautiful you are and that Minghao would hold you forever if he could. Not much of a French kisser most of the time, that’s messy and a difficult kind of intimate he’d prefer to save for another setting. He’ll kiss your cheek after each kiss.

Seungkwan: Cups your face gently in both hands almost every time you kiss. Kissing Seungkwan also almost always starts with peck after peck before he finally captures you, unaware how eager it always makes you for him. You feel his surprise at how quickly you pull him in, but his hands tighten their hold on you ever so slightly. Every kiss with Seungkwan radiates love; even when he’s exploring your mouth you can feel him smiling into it. Rest your forehead against his afterward, he absolutely loves it.

Vernon: Lazy, sometimes even nonchalant kisses. “I’m bored, let’s kiss” vibes. He’s not usually very messy, but likes French kissing, so he’ll casually slide in there after a bit. Likes to have one arm around you as he kisses you or you two are laying together, one on top of the other. When you and Vernon pull away, he gives you a cute little smile like he didn’t just tongue wrestle you.

Dino: Pulls you by your waist into him as close as he can possibly get you, your foreheads touching before he turns and closes the gap between your lips. Passionate but slow, his lips moving thoroughly over yours as his hands slide up and down your sides. Lowkey highkey loves it if you make the move to slip your tongue along the seam of his lips. If you whisper any sweet nothings when you guys are done, spoiler alert, you are not done, Chan is going to attack you with another kiss you don’t understand he must.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #s.coups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #dk #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino #gender neutral reader

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samalong1 · 6 months

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Songbird Hannibal x Operareader

Yandere hannibal tw obsessive reltionship, controlling behavior,manupliation, and briefly mentioned baby trapping

You were his song bird, he'd always say it, it was his Nickname for you. He wasn't ashamed of it either infront of a crowd of all his dinner guests he'd call out for his song bird to come make a host

Such a nice reminder of how you met and fell in love, you even had the ticket Hannibal bought to your opera show framed so it was nice he was also sentimental

But it was much diffrent from hannibal's view

He saw your performances many times before you even met him. Every time he was smitten

Your voice it came from deep down as if it was your soul singing

It indirectly brought him to his childhood your look,voice,and even smell reminded him of his mother's room, the smell of all her perfume and the admiration he had for all the beauty and small details, it was hard to fully put into words but he just knew he had to have you

Although he wanted to simply sweep you up have you in his arms, he had to be patient if he wanted you to sing

A song bird could be trapped in the prettiest golden cage and fed the best quality food but never sing, they'd fall into depression being aware of their lack of freedom.

So he moved slowely charming you one night after a performance when he spotted you in the lobby. He'd take you ok the finest dates and gift you the finest golden jewelry he could find

Of course you were charmed, a respectable well groomed well educated man wanting to give you the world would charm anyone he was like a winning lotto ticket sticking out from any deadbeat,messy,rude, or childish boyfreinds you've had before

If the song bird is unaware of their captivity, the golden bars too far away for them to feel trapped, too busy with toys to want to fly away and it'd be content singing

This is what he did you thought you could go anywhere but he made very sure you'd never be too far away, not that you would wonder off he would do so much with you that you were too tired to go out without him.

He loved hearing your voice In the theatre and seeing how you moved everyone. But his greed was far more powerful, he wanted your voice to only move him to speak directly to him your voice only sung for him. At every performance he'd imagine your voice hitting a note so high everyone but him would shatter like glass leaving him the only one worthy to enjoy your melodies

So he played the long game soon wrapping your finger in a wedding ring, to lure you into the grand cage

After that it was easy to get you to abdonen your career with phrases like, "why work for others when I am more than able to provide", "you could write your own songs with the free time",and the one that hit the hardest "if we had children won't you want to be around them, of course I support working mothers but all the time you spend practicing and when you perform in other states even countries woudnt you rather be with them"

Of course there were a ton mire tactics he used to persuade you, he was very manipulative part of that is what made life to him a game if chess always needing to plot your next move or words

Soon it worked, his song bird was in the cage clueless about the trap and he locked the door

It took years but finally he had his pretty song bird in a golden cage where only he could be blessed with the singing, where only he held the key to free the bird but it remained unaware happily singing

You were happy either way wrapped around him

It was funny you worried that he didn't love you at times or that you were a bother due to how stoic he was and how hard it was to read him

Of course he'd assure you how loved you are but it was funny, you were worried that you were annoying him when he did so much for you to "annoy" him

Everyone saw through the bars even you, you were lucky you married a rich respectful docter who loved you

You'd still sing for the public but not as a profession whenever there was a open mic or any exuse he'd happily watch his songbird sing and the awe in others

He saw it as a blessing to the strangers a rare moment where he'd bring his golden cage to the public to allow others to hear the singing

He'd sketch you alot, you'd be drawn as many Greek Goddesses frequently as aphrodite, or on a stage singing to a audience that was empty exept for one man, him

He never shown you the sketches but he wasn't ashamed its just what he did to keep his mind busy you woudnt show him your middle school doodles

If you ever saw them he'd just admit that he drew them and move on

Though he'd ask you to model for paintings drawing you in so many poses some erotic but some classical, as if you were a medival monarch

Though he usually painted from real life he had one he painted without your modeling, it was you wearing flowing silk while in a golden swing in a golden cage seeming unaware

Oh how he favored it, it was hung in his office for any patients or freinds to see. You felt unease when seeing it but could never put a finger on it

Because a happy songbird was unaware of its cage,it didn't see itself as trapped so it woudnt recognize any depiction of themselves as trapped

#hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal #yandere hannibal lecter #yandere hannibal #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter

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malarkgirlypop · 5 days

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Easy Men Pranksters

How easy company men prank

Richard Winters:

I feel like he would do the most unnoticeable prank, like move an item one inch to the side. I'm sure he would think it was funny, he would've seen someone do it on facebook reels lmao. He tries it on Nix, who does not notice. But every time Nix walks into the room, Dick has a good chuckle to himself, knowing what he did.

Lewis Nixon:

He would throw a party and say he put out spiked punch. Turns out is wasn't spiked punch, just normal juice and fruit. He just wanted to weed out the fake bitches who pretend to get drunk. But that's not the true reason he did the prank. No way is he sharing his collection of alcohol, if you want to get drunk BYO.

Harry Welsh:

I think he would try to prank Lew and Dick. When they are hanging out without him, he calls the house and asks if the fridge is running. But jokes on him, he didn't turn off caller ID. "Harry, please stop calling the house. If you want to come over, just come over." Tries to pretend it wasn't him that called. He tried to convince Kitty to prank call the house so he doesn't look suspicious, but again forgot to turn off caller ID and it's his phone she has.

Ronald Speirs:

Leaves a horse head in the persons bed. Doesn't know the difference between a death threat and a prank.

"You should've seen his face."

"Speirs he had a heart attack."

"Yeah, ahaha, classic."

Please don't let this man prank.

Carwood Lipton:

The most harmless prankster. Like you don't get the prank. He has to explain it.

"Come over to the window and look at all these deer!"

"Where?"

"Got you!!"

"What?"

"You've been punked son!"

"I'm confused."

"There were never deer!!"

Oh Lip no. That's so bad. BOOOOO ahahah.

George Luz:

Loves getting pranked more than pranking. But he always is trying to get people to prank him, so he never get tricked. 100% would sneak into your house and replace all of your family photos with just pictures of himself. He has especially gone to JCpenney to get those hilarious awkward family photos, but it's all just him duplicated. It's a family of Luz's!

Joe Toye:

He's a mean prankster. One of those guys who has fake bugs and insects and tricks you into looking at what's in his hands. Also will hide around the house in the dark just to scare you. You're so used to it, that when you come home you have to scope out each room, only to find he actually went out for a drink and you're home alone. You call him and tell him what you have just done for the past hour and he thinks it's the funniest thing he has ever heard. Will definitely brag about it to the boys.

Bill Guarnere:

Classic prankster. Cling wrap on the toilet, cling wrap in the door way, putting everything in jello, wrapping the room in tinfoil. Causes the most mayhem and the biggest clean ups. He spends more time on the prank than the reaction is worth. Spent a whole night putting post it notes on your car, only to find out it was the neighbours and now they are pissed.

Joe Liebgott:

100% buy you those fake lotto tickets and let you believe it for the longest time. He would get Web countless times with it. Every time the man falls for it and Lieb just finds it so funny. He let's Web call all of his family members every time he "wins". It happens so often that the family members on the phone know it's a prank and try to explain it to him.

David Webster:

None of his pranks have ever been successful. OR when he does pull pranks he accidentally gets himself. He does the cling wrap on the toilet, forgets about it, pees all over the ground. Fills a room with water cups, forgets about it and walks into said room and tips over all of the cups. Like this man just can't win. Poor guy.

Buck Compton:

The only prank he does in the warm bucket prank. He is convinced it will work every time. It never does. He literally does tests, he's so invested on getting it to work. It's basically become an experiment for him. He tries out different water temps, different vessels he puts the water in, how deep he puts the hand in the water. He has a little notebooks of each time he has tried the prank and the method he used.

Eugene Roe:

He's a cute prankster. He opens two boxes of cereal and switches the bags. So you think you are getting lucky charms, but instead you get frosted flakes. Gene thinks it is the funniest thing seeing sleepy Babe questioning every thing in existence as frosted flakes appear out of the lucky charms box. Babe still being half asleep just shrugs and tucks into his breakfast. Gene has to explain the prank to him later.

Babe Heffron:

Does the, "oh yeah I put premium air into the tires." To Gene. Gene is losing his mind, thinking babe paid $100 for air. Also has a bunch of fake items, like vomit and dog poo that he gets Gene with all the time. "Gene the cats puked all over the lap top!!" Poor Gene is stressed to the max with Babe lmao.

Don, Skip and Penk:

The trio is trioing. If there is one group that is forever pranking, it's these lot. Whether it's each other or their friends, they are always down for a cheeky prank. Fill a room with ball pit balls, foam, balloons. Breaks into your house and turn it into a full out haunted house. These boys are hard out, it's go big or go home. Nothing is off the table, they will invest life savings into a good prank. Watch your backs they are after you, they will punk you. They seriously talk about starting and producing their own punked series. 100% has a prank youtube channel that blows up.

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jaguarhome · 2 months

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I know this is not a loa account but if i want to win the lotto bc my family have a lot of money problems and im worry , can i well not me but you get it , win it . Like how do i do it just accept that is going to happen i mean .

Can you get it? Yes

How? Knowing that there is nothing to get and what you'll get (money) it's just you (as an omnipotent being/beingness itself) as anything else.

#ask #beingness

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blackbird-brewster · 10 months

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I think the truest measure of how horrible people treat anyone who works in the service industry, or retail, is when something goes wrong -- like when the wait time for customer service quite long -- and the employee's first reaction is to profusely apologise.

Even if it's not their fault, they are trained to apologise for ANYTHING that might be perceived as inconvenience to the customer.

I have fifteen years of experience in these industries, so I will always reply with stuff like: "Hey, all good. Not your fault." or "I know what that's like, you're doing great." or "Hey, that person shouldn't have yelled at you. Just take your time, catch your breath. I'm not in a rush."

And you know what happens every time?

That person will look at me like I just gave them a winning lotto ticket. The smallest amount of understanding and human decency will make their entire day. The bar of how customer facing staff are treated is so low, it's on the fucking ground.

It's really not hard to be patient and kind to cashiers, or call center people, or anyone else for that matter.

Shoutout to everyone who's been treated by shit by a customer and yet, you still had to apologise to them for harassing you. Honestly, customer service and retail workers are the backbone of society.

#retail industry #retail hell #customer service #worker solidarity #life advice #be kind

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jongbross · 8 months

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lotto. (mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader)

pairing: mafia!kim junmyeon x f!reader

word count: i have no idea

genre: smut

warnings: description of sexual activities, thigh riding, swearing, mentions of crime, lust, junmyeon has such a soft spot for reader

a/n: i wrote this some time ago as a birthday gift to my friend with another idol but i think it suits junmyeon so muchhh 🥺 anyway, this is not part of kinktober but it's definitely a good way to kick it off! 🤗

the loud music wasn’t actually enough to overlap the sound of cheering, talking, and laughing coming from the whole place. hundreds of people were smiling, although you didn’t believe any of them were truly happy. you could see money, alcohol, drugs, and lust everywhere you looked, but never truly happiness.

well, fuck it. they were all grown up adults afterall, they knew what they were doing. it’s not like someone forced them into that warehouse, into that world. you knew way too well how inviting and exciting the whole thing was, so you couldn’t blame them - although your addiction wasn’t gambling, drinking or doing drugs; although you had actually found love within those walls.

a man screaming after winning what seemed like a lot of money caught your attention. the blonde man threw herself on any guy next to him, suddenly kissing him. it didn’t go unnoticed to you the ring shining on his left hand’s finger though.

“enjoying the show?”, a very well-known voice spoke behind you, making you instantly smile.

“just seeing by myself what hell must look like.”

“wow, hell…”, he said, holding your waist and placing himself beside you now. “that’s a new nickname.”

you laughed, eyes trying to find again the couple of dudes you just saw kissing, but couldn’t find them anywhere. well, that only meant one thing…

“why do you keep coming if you don’t like it here?”

you looked at him, seeing his perfect side profile as he admired what he had built mostly by himself. the loudness, the lust, the illegal actions taking place inside that warehouse didn’t bother him - if anything, he liked it.

“because i like you and i wanna be a supportive girlfriend”, you said like it was obvious.

“okay, two things: first, you were already supportive from the moment you didn’t leave me when you found out about this. secondly, you keep calling yourself my girlfriend, but, baby, i thought we were past that a long time ago.”

if god truly existed, you prayed she didn't let junmyeon see how you blushed at that.

“yeah, well…”, you tried to come up with a reply, but after a few seconds when your brain still didn’t process anything good to say, you just trailed off and let the conversation die.

junmyeon laughed beside you, pulling you close and caressing your body. from the moment he got involved in “bad things”, he accepted that he would never find someone who he could love. he accepted the fact that, to make his name big in those kind of business, he needed to let go of any normal shit people do - like going out on dates, maybe getting married, maybe having children. he was okay with that. he knew what he got himself into when he was around 15 years old.

but that was until he met you.

that was until he saw you fighting back one of his guards at the door of one of his clubs - well, it wasn’t actually a club but you didn’t know that, he found out later. the girl in a burgundy top, pointing a finger at a huge guard caught his attention that night, and he just couldn’t ever let you go after that.

junmyeon didn’t know exactly how you turned into friends, and then into a couple, and then into whatever you two were right now. he just knew how he fell in love with you and, to be honest, how couldn’t he? what was there not to love about you?

“i like when you get shy”, he said only for you to hear, chin resting on top of your shoulder.

“i don’t”, you replied, still looking straight ahead. junmyeon didn’t miss the tiny grin on your lips though.

he kissed your shoulder, lost in a moment with you but in a lifetime of thoughts inside his head - all the thoughts about you. he closed his eyes for a bit, turning down all of his senses and just focusing on your smell and the way his lips felt against your skin. he couldn’t feel any other thing, couldn’t see any other thing, he couldn’t listen to any other thing…

or that was what he thought.

“sir?”, someone called behind you, making you both turn around. you looked curious at one of junmyeon's many guys, dressed in a suit, while junmyeon himself couldn’t look more annoyed. actually, scratch that, he couldn’t look more pissed. “there is a-”

“is someone dying?”, junmyeon asked, cutting the guy off.

“n-no, sir.”

“then why are you interrupting me and my girl?”

the dude went silent. he looked from junmyeon to you and then back to junmyeon, completely lost.

“i’m… i’m sorry, sir. i-i just thought you would like to know that-”

“well, i wouldn’t. so turn around and go fix it yourselves whatever happened. i don’t wanna know, and don’t fucking interrupt me again.”

“yes, sir”, the guy immediately said, bowing to junmyeon before going back to wherever he came.

you looked at junmyeon, staring down at him and noticing so closely how his expression changed the moment he looked at you and you two locked eyes. he went soft, all of a sudden.

“that was hot”, you joked, smirking when you felt his arm wrapping around your hips and pulling you close.

“yeah?”, he raised an eyebrow at you, what you knew was one of his ways to try to be sexy. little did he know… “i can show you hotter if you let me.”

“such a gentleman-”

the way he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away with him made you shut up though.

(...)

you watched as junmyeon closed the door of his big ass office behind him, locking it and checking it twice just to be sure. he knew no one would be crazy enough to walk in without knocking, but he liked his privacy secured.

when he turned around to watch you - his girl - he smirked. you looked breath taken, as always. his feet worked on their own and started to walk towards you without a warning. they only stopped when you were at junmyeon's reach, watching every move he made, every expression. you watched as he rested his hands on your hips again, one of his favorite parts of your body. you watched as he pulled you close, close enough to feel your breathing against his face. you watched as he closed the gap between you two, kissing you with everything he got, like he always did.

and then, you stopped taking track of his every move and started to focus on what you were feeling. you felt his tongue slipping into your mouth, you felt his hands traveling up your body to hold your neck as he kissed you, and you felt, overall, that familiar sensation between your legs.

“come here”, he whispered, leading you to the chair behind his desk.

he sat down first, unbuttoning your jeans and taking them down. you groaned when he kissed your stomach, hands resting on your thighs as you finished the job of taking off those goddamn jeans. junmyeon's looked up at you, watching your face as his kisses became openmouthed, his tongue feeling warm against your skin.

“will you take it off for me, baby?”, he asked, one of his hands tugging on your panties.

you obeyed, taking it off and letting him pull you onto his lap. junmyeon placed you on his left thigh, flexing his muscles the moment your bare skin hit his trousers.

“you’re going to ride my thigh here in my office like the good girl you are, okay?”

“you can’t tell me what to do”, you smirked at him, but the smirk was quickly wiped off your face the moment he flexed his thigh again.

“i’m sorry, you were saying…?”

you cursed a “fucker” under your breathe as you started doing what he said. your movements were lighty at first, enjoying the feeling little by little. you could both feel each other to the extent you loved the most, grabbing at each other whenever something felt too good. his hands on your waist, your hands on his shoulders now.

you moaned out loud for the first time, and that’s how junmyeon knew you were on the right track. he held your waist a little bit harder, helping the way you moved your hips down onto his thigh. he could feel his trousers getting wetter with your every move, and no words in this world could explain how he loved that.

fuck, no words in this world could explain how he loved you.

when you moaned again, junmyeon couldn’t help but moan too. he took a moment to look at you, at your expression, at the way your body was moving on top of his before going in for a kiss. he took your lips on his own, savoring you and swallowing your noises, his trousers feeling so tight now all of a sudden - but he couldn’t care less, he just wanted to make you feel good, as good as you always made him feel.

“fuck, myeon”, you groaned when he broke the kiss. your fingers were tightly tangled on his shirt, holding for dear life as if he could disappear if you let him go.

your hips started to move faster, harder, that familiar sensation building up inside you. you lost your goddamn mind when junmyeon decided to lick at your jaw, whispering sweet nothings to you in between the kisses, the sucks he’d leave on you; he poured his heart into those words though, promising himself at that very moment that he would do anything he could to always remember you how much you meant for him.

another loud moan echoed through the office, and he knew what that meant.

“come on, baby”, he whispered to you.

he didn’t have to say it twice. you finished with a call of his name, coming all over his thigh, his hands guiding your hips to help you ride through your high. junmyeon happily sighed when, at the peak of your intimacy - the moment right after the sex -, you let yourself collapse on top of him. you rested your forehead on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath as his hands traveled down to your thighs, caressing them.

seconds went by, minutes went by. nothing could touch the two of you, nothing could make him leave you, and nothing could make you walk away from him.

junmyeon smiled at the thought of always having you like that, of always being with you. but, at the same time that thought warmed his heart, it also made it ache. what if you ever got tired of him? what if you decided you no longer loved him? what if you realized he’s no good for you because of what he does for a living?

what if he had to go away someday and you didn’t wait for him?

“marry me”, he said, realizing that the words had truly left his mouth only after they did.

“what?”, you groaned.

“marry me. be with me forever. i want you forever.”

you smiled, looking up at him and holding his face in both your hands. you had the great junmyeon, the guy who built his own gang and his own way into the crime, wrapped around your finger.

“i’m with you. i always will be, a ring won’t change that”, you said, kissing his lips. “i promise i’m yours. isn’t that enough?”

junmyeon immediately nodded. anything you decided to give him was enough.

“it is for now. i love you."

“i love you too.”

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forever-girly · 8 days

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The Surrogate

It’s been nearly a year since I started becoming a test subject for experimental medical procedures.

The pay is very good but this new research being done on me is something entirely different.

Because a Virus had killed a large number of people, governmental actions were not doing enough to help repopulate the nation. I would be the first guinea pig in a new trial: surrogacy.

Though I was a Trans woman, new research has revealed it was possible for me to bring a baby to term. The Virus had quelled the ethical concerns of the research, at least for the time being.

At first, I blanched at the idea, but when they handed me the largest paycheck I have ever seen outside of someone holding a large cardboard check from lotto winnings, my concerns vanished.

After I agreed to all the waivers (there are so many in this field of "work"), I was implanted with a uterus grown from my own cells (to prevent the possibility of an immune response), and a fertilized egg was implanted into the uterus.

For the first two months, I was monitored very closely by doctors and other research staff within a cordoned-off section of Liberty Heights Hospital, to keep me away from prying eyes. I fretted that I was not experiencing any morning sickness. I didn't even feel any different. The only way I knew that it had happened at all was the faint scar line along my left side where the uterus was implanted.

I'm not sure how they did it; they've explained the process but the technical jargon went over my head. Suffice to say, while I fretted, the medical staff assured me that there was no cause for alarm; not everyone gets morning sickness and I was a unique case. A trailblazer, one of the doctors called me.

After they were assured that there were no complications from the procedures, I was able to move to a home specially set up for me near the campus. The government had provided me with all the necessities without any out-of-pocket expenses.

It was about at the 100 day mark that I was surprised that, when I looked in the mirror, I suddenly had a small pooch where I didn't have one yesterday. My stomach was sticking out and I could not suck it back in. It was real! This was really happening!

I could feel a hard lump just above my pubic bone.

It was my uterus. Inside the baby was doing what it was supposed to do.

I am now in my fifth month. There is no hiding my belly anymore. It's sticking out for all the world to see. For the past two weeks, I've had what I can only describe as "growth spurts". I would wake up with a very tight belly, as if I had just eaten a very large meal but as l go morning routine, my belly would relax, and about mid-day, it would feel like I'm purposefully pushing my stomach out but l'm not.

By evening, my belly would feel very tight again, and then relax by the time I go to bed, my belly feeling just that much larger.

It seems like I'm popping out all over! A side effect, it seems, of the pregnancy is that my chest is also starting to take on a feminine shape. I thought at first I was imagining it, but my chest is now clearly starting to sport female-shaped breasts.

The doctors tell me that it's from the pregnancy hormones. If I get any larger, I'm going to start having to wear a bra!

The doctors tell me that, by the time l'm nine-months pregnant, I’ll probably have breasts nearly the size of any woman's, ready to nurse the baby, so I stocked my apartment with maternity bras.

The doctor offered me a chance to get an ultrasound. While it is a relic of a bygone age and the process is no longer necessary, most women continue to desire having the procedure done. I agreed. So, today, during my weekly visit, I was prepped for the ultrasound.

The jelly the doctor smeared on me was cold but quickly warmed as she rubbed the wand over my swollen belly. Through the gray fuzz, I suddenly was able to make out a shape. The fetus. It really was in there! "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?" asked the doctor. I nodded weakly; this really was happening.

Flipping a switch, the air was suddenly filled with an odd repeating thrumming. It was the fetus's heartbeat.

Four more months and the baby would be birthed by Cesarean and after a period of breast feeding and nurturing it, the baby would be handed to the surrogate couple who were unable to create a child on their own. For my privacy sake, they are not informing the couple of my gender identity until after the research is complete.

I looked down at my belly. I was the first pregnant Transgendered woman and thats the way I continued to live the rest of my life.

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ckret2 · 4 months

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I don't really understand Bill's abilities. If I'm not mistaken, it was said that he knows lot of things because every image of Bill works like a camera through which Bill can observe this world.

And at the same time, he knows where long-forgotten treasures are buried and which lottery tickets you need to buy to win. And recently you said that Bill knows everything about humans, until the moment it is necessary that Bill did not know about something so that there would be a funny situation.

And also Bill can see the future. Is this how he was able to see where the treasure was buried and which tickets needed to be bought? Did he see in the future that a treasure would be found in some place, and tickets with such numbers would let somebody win money?

You don't fully understand Bill's abilities because they haven't been fully explained. It's on purpose. He's a mysterious guy with secrets and he doesn't sit around thinking about how his own abilities work. However, I've shared what you need to know in order to understand as much as you're supposed to about what he's done so far.

Yes, he knows lots of things because he's been spying through his eyes on earth for millennia. This is based on semi-canon info: Bill states this in the Bill Cipher AMA. ("JUST DRAW MY FORM ANYWHERE IN YOUR HUMAN WORLD- EACH IMAGE OF ME ACTS A PEEPHOLE FROM MY DIMENSION TO YOURS.")

He knows where long-forgotten treasures are buried because "long-forgotten" means the last human who knew is dead. He's not a human, he was around when it was buried, he knew about it at the time.

HOW he knew isn't explained because it isn't necessary—it's supposed to be weird and impressive that he knew and that he flung it out so casually—but it isn't hard to think up logical reasons: buried treasure has a whole lot of money in it, I'd think a few of those dollar bills could have been luckily angled to watch the treasure-buriers while they were drawing up the treasure map for where they planned to bury it. Or maybe the chest they used had an Eye of Providence on the iron lock and it could see where it was carried. Or maybe one of the people who buried it was wearing an Eye of Providence brooch. Doesn't matter. What does matter: if Bill knows about something old, it's because he has known about it.

When he's looking at the lotto tickets, his eye is bleeding and Mabel says he's looking into a higher dimension. Other places (definitely chapter 29, I don't recall if any of the other upcoming references have been posted yet) state that Bill can see into higher dimensions, which lets him see through solid objects (such as walls), but doing this makes his eye hurt/bleed. Therefore: he's looking through a solid object—the scratch-off surface—to see if the cards have winning numbers. This wasn't explained in chapter 20 because you're supposed to go "how tf did he do that," that was the goal.

"And recently you said that Bill knows everything about humans, until the moment it is necessary that Bill did not know about something so that there would be a funny situation." <- Now this here is what we call a joke about the writing process. I am not literally stating that Bill's powers are supernaturally controlled by the concept of comedy. I'm stating that, as a writer trying to craft an entertaining narrative, sometimes my decision to include a line is based less on "does this hold up to rigorous scientific & logical scrutiny given the internal rules we have constructed for this universe?" and more on "is it funny enough to balance out the fact that it's a little bit implausible?" I won't fully violate the rules of his powers solely for a gag, but sometimes it just ain't all that serious.

Here are Bill's 'sees/knows things he shouldn't' powers based on what has thus far been shown in the fic:

Knows a lot of random stuff; they're among the Lots Of Things he's observed over the millennia. This is based on semi-canon info.

Can (occasionally) see into "higher dimensions," which lets him see through solid objects, at the cost of pain and a bloody eye.

Can (constantly) see into the future; full extent yet to be explored in fic, but it's at least a few minutes. Please note that every time this has happened where we see it from his perspective, he LITERALLY SEES the future, visually, with his eyeballs. As in, he looks at the place where something is going to happen, and sees it happening there. (Places he's observed the future just off the top of my head: ch 2, 7, 18, 20, 27, 28, 34, 35—there may be others I've missed.)

Can see & hear things in the mindscape (ex: Dipper's ghost floating around) that other people (ex: Dipper's whole family) cannot

Can see in the dark (explicitly confirmed in ch 34 but he regularly hangs out in the dark startling people—ch 15, 20, 24, 26, 32)

#(before I get 'why could he look through the surface of the lotto tickets in a VIDEO if they weren't actually there':)#(because this fic is based on a Disney cartoon for 12 year olds & at some point rigorous adherence to logically justification gets tedious—#(—compared to the simplicity of 'it just works ok? just roll with it.' working around it would be boring and not help the story.')#anonymous #ask #about my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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katsukikitten · 6 months

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Victor Akaza in Hunger Games au

@katsulock @kweenkatsuki-fics @pastelle-rabbit @t-tomuras

Since y'all were asking about my other post I just uh kinda wrote this real fast 😊 hope you enjoy! It's v short!

His ears are ringing, drowning out everything around him, screams bleed into silence before ebbing into screams again. Except this time it's different, a chorus of cheering unlike the sound of the former yet still the ringing over takes his thoughts as his body moves on its own.

Until the large overly flamboyant man beside him with his silver hair and jeweled headband, face painted in a red that makes him think of blood asks the question a second time. Sweat on the interviewer’s brow and it is only then that he registers anything since I'm sorry I'm so sorry, she's…she's gone. Dead.

The interviewer is promoted to try one more time only because an icy blue gaze cuts to him, so cold it feels as if it slices skin from his handsome face.

"You ended the games in a record time with no weapons earning you the title ‘Akaza the Demon’. What was your motivation and reasoning behind your no weapon strategy?"

That's right, he did get picked from the lotto for the games, how couldn't Hakuji have, what with his name in there over a hundred times in an attempt to get more money.

He looks down at his hands, they feel slick, sticky with red and when he flexes his fists and lets them go they're back to how they were. Solid, clean.

Useless.

His whole reason for adding more chances to the draw, for winning, for living, lies six feet under the ground. Not just once in his life.

But twice.

His eyes focus on Tengen again, who's smile is large and does not falter but his eyes do. Everyone does when they meet Akaza's gaze, especially now as he came out the Victor of the 72nd annual hunger games. Although Hakuji wasn't in the capital city just yet and after his answer he never will be allowed in.

Turning to face the camera looking deep into the glass eye, imagining the people who stuff themselves full and eat Ipecac like after dinner mints to make room for dessert. Picturing President Muzan sitting across from Akaza. A vein bulges in his throat. Koyuki was dead because of Muzan, because approval for medication Hakuji paid for years in advance was delayed. With money he earned from entering the culling until he was guaranteed a spot in the games and now Hakuji has paid in blood.

But he isn't satisfied, hands stained in the thick nectar and yet still Akaza felt greedy. That his hands needed to be bloodied more and he knew exactly who to start with.

"I was imagining the face of the man who wouldn't approve a shipment of life saving medicine for Koyuki because he was simply too busy drafting out this year's games.” Staring into the cold glass eye as the once loud crowd falls silent.

Dead silent.

All it does is spur him on, make his lips twitch into a cruel smirk only because his imagination is running wild over just how he'd rip apart the man that stole everything from him.

“Don't let me hunt you down.”

And with that the lights were cut and the broadcast abruptly ended, yet still when his train leaves in just a few hours, the crowd outside will be cheering his name.

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Hey Queenie, I hope you're having a lovely weekend!💕 And since it's a Six Sentence Sat(or)Sunday, you know what that means... - I'm gonna ask for some LauraMax again, of course! 😁😅 Maybe something about hayfever season? (can't wait for *that* to be over - at least my personal main agitator is largely through, so I can't complain) - anything you write with these two is fine with me, tho! 😉

It wasn't something they did all the time, the movie-in-the-park thing, but when the sign outside the little league stadium said they'd be playing Air Bud on the projector that weekend, it wasn't like they couldn't not go - it was Air Bud.

"Hey, so, do you think they've added an actual rule since this came out that dogs super can't play basketball, or do you think - " Laura had to pause there, though, because when she turned and caught sight of Max there on the blanket with her, there wasn't any mistaking what she saw. "Hun, are...are you crying at the dog-playing-basketball movie?"

He turned to her, but whether or not the fat tear rolling down his cheek meant he really was emotionally distraught she couldn't tell; not with how stuffy his voice came out as he asked, "Why would you think I'm cryi - " but he had to pause that time around, sneezing so hard that he flopped down flat on the blanket altogether, earning them no fewer than three dirty looks from surrounding families.

"So you just...totally forgot your allergy meds before coming out here tonight, huh?" she asked, flopping flat on her back to join him.

"I think I just saw the future for a second," he said, making her snort hard enough that a few angry shushes joined the looks, "I'm so serious, here, Laura, give me a pen or something, I'm pretty sure that sneeze projected me forward in time, and I'm not saying it for sure gave me some winning lotto numbers, but like, I'm not saying it didn't either."

six sentence sat(or)sunday!!!

#theartofdreaming1 #six sentence weekend #the quarry #lauramax #queenie writes supermassive #aw man i hope your allergies knock that off soon!!!!!! <3 nothing worse than sniffly sneezy season i SWEAR!!!!

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lovelytayforce · 1 year

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Shifu's not so complicated relationship with fraud

Why do we as a society not talk about how comfortable Shifu is with committing fraud?

Now, first, let’s talk about fraud itself, this is what it means: wrongful or criminal deception intended to result in financial or personal gain. Or a person or thing intended to deceive others, typically by unjustifiably claiming or being credited with accomplishments or qualities. Now before we start, I want you all to know I am not condemning Shifu for his crimes, if anything I love the fact Shifu is so unapologetically happy with himself and who he is to just wake up a day after “the worst day of his life”, his words not mine, and choose violence and fraud above all things against his Master’s wishes because he didn’t get his way. Girl boss, Gate keep, and Gaslit amirite? Like what an icon!? I love this and think we should talk about it more cause it’s canon Shifu loves him some fraud and if he doesn’t get his way he will ruin everyone’s day for it. Again, we have to start from the beginning, because again, THIS IS IMPORTANT. “Oogway is choosing the dragon warrior.”, simple enough but the thing is Oogway never says it’s going to be one of the five anywhere in the film. Just “It’s time.” So, it could be anyone, he could point to the west and say “The Dragon warrior is not here but to the west.” and no one could say he lied about anything because it was Shifu hyping the whole town up with posters at the ready for HIS WIN. Not his student, his own. This is all about him. This is all about Shifu. This is Shifu’s show. And I have to highlight this short exchange between Oogway and Shifu before the tournament because it's so telling in their arcs. I know people love the joke, Oogway just dipped on Shifu to deal with his own bs, and tbh I would too cause that’s your family drama, not mine. But he warns Shifu, he feared he would not live to see this day and even implies “Whomever I choose.” again not a single confirmation he would choose one of his students, would bring him peace. And Shifu is left to ponder those words as this elaborate celebration he’d created for this “historic day they’ve been waiting 1,000 years for!” is also for him. Imagine that for a second. You are also a part of this historic day and its results. But Shifu, our beloved idiot does not intake that in immediately, no. He’s ready to show off his five totally awesome lotto tickets, I mean the furious five. That and he’s so focused on his own grandeur, he’s out here sounding like a wrestling narrator, selling the strength and technique of his students rather than who they are outside of that skill. Which shows even he does not understand who the Dragon warrior is meant to be. Again, Oogway only says “I sense the Dragon warrior among us.” That doesn’t mean his students, just anywhere in the area. HE WAS WARNED. And then the Dragon warrior is chosen and Shifu’s immediate response is to try to stop everything even though it’s moving as it should just not in the way he wanted what’s the first thing this man does when his students, specifically Tigress apologizes for failing him?

That’s right baby, FRAUD. Didn’t even hesitate or think about it for longer than 10 seconds. Just straight up creating a toxic situation for fraud and bullying while his Master is alive and well in this world. But as we’ve established Shifu is an angry gatekeeping girl boss. And it only gets worse from here. Shifu not only threatens to kill Po but oh no. Cause that wouldn’t be enough for this Girlboss, okay? No, he’s got to demean and make fun of Po for his body and insinuate how the Dragon warrior is chosen and given the scroll when again, OOGWAY HAS NEVER SAID ANY OF THESE THINGS. And when he realizes Po is aware of the history of the Wuxi finger hold + how it affects the holder, etc, etc and even states “Oogway may have picked you and when I’m through with you. You are going to wish he hadn’t! Are we clear?” which means he’s VERY VERY VERY aware of what he is doing. Shifu willingly committed fraud. And even laughs about his decision, he is so happy with his ingenious idea to underplay what his Master, who sees him as a friend and a loyal student at his side and even supports his efforts for the tournament that wasn’t needed. It was just a flashy appetizer before the main meal. But nonetheless doesn’t tell him to stop because his hard work deserves to be shown off but also Shifu, a 60+ year old man is not only beefing with a 20 year old but also stepping all over Oogway’s decision because he is super upset he’s not the center of attention. He even throws away every shred of honor and dignity within Kung fu to make sure Po feels as unwelcome and inadequate as possible, we’ve all seen the “Level zero” scene but did y’all notice how even the furious five goes to help Po when he falls into the training Hall and Shifu straight up STOPS THEM WITH HIS HAND, and then smiles as Po screams in pain. This man enjoys fraud and revels in it with joy, it brightens his damn day more than the sun itself!!

Shifu willingly breeds and approves of his students also bullying Po because he didn’t get his “I trained the Dragon Warrior” trophy with his five lotto tickets-I mean The furious five… Which translates to the next few scenes that define their latter interactions with Po because students tend to mimic their masters. In good ways or bad ways… Especially to his daughter, Tigress who especially perpetuates Shifu’s ire toward Po even though her goal as clearly shown in the flashback was never the scroll but Shifu’s love as a father. Which the scroll would have never given her cause Shifu’s a selfish twat. Shifu even laughs RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS DAUGHTER, about the fact his beautiful fraud and bullying got Po to quit and he’s so smitten with himself about it as they walk to the training hall and even says “All we can do is resume our training and trust that in time, the true dragon warrior will be revealed.” He’s just outright ignoring the fact, Oogway will never change his mind about who he chose. This is peak delusion ladies and gentlemen. So, if you ever wonder why Tai Lung so easily brought up fraud in their fight scene together, just know from this moment before they opened that door to the training hall. Shifu was all about that fraud to fix his problems. Until he got into one last argument about peach trees and seeds, and Oogway died, showing he wasted his time being a controlling asshole on the final days of his friend's life. And then remembered: “Oh wait bro fraud is actually wrong, oh god what have I done!?” And then he got physically beaten up by the consequences of his actions via Tai Lung and the mere sweet scent of fraud again, which he says no to. And that’s Shifu’s not so complicated relationship with Fraud. We need more fics where people have Po and the five bringing up the fact he was cool with fraud once upon a time. It’d be funny.

#Kung fu panda #Master Shifu #Po ping #Master Tigress #furious five #Oogway #I promise I won't do another one I just had to get this outta my system #cause its FRAUD #its so funny shifu is just doing a crime and doesn't get shit on for it #outside his son beating his ass #how do other masters not clown him for this???#Taylor talks #long post #text post

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