Nami ropes Zoro into coming to her dungeon’s shibari class because their model called in sick last minute and the witch has him in enough debt as it is.

Zoro thinks he’s gonna be bored as fuck until his eye meets the instructor’s baby blues and he is done for. Absolutely done for.

Nami didn’t mention how hot this Sanji guy was wtf wtf his legs his ass his smirk his stupid hair he wants to break this man’s suave disposition, break his composure and mask how dare he walk so confidently up to him like he’s about to eat him right up

They sit down at the bar and Sanji talks him through shibari and how it works, checks where he’s allowed to touch him, explains how it feels if there’s risk of nerve damage, that he should squeeze back when he squeezes his hand etc

They have ten minutes to get to know each other and talk a bit, get comfortable before it starts and they immediately get into some playful banter- they talk a bit about Japanese culture etc- Sanji shares what he knows about the history of shibari and Zoro is surprised that he’s actually more and more interested and looking forward to the sensory experience. Maybe it’ll be meditative.

It’s time for class to start, he and the students place the mats on the floor and of course Sanji had immediately noticed Zoro was muscular when he saw him walk in but nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight of this marble statue of a man stripping into shorts. Just shorts.

He keeps his thoughts as chaste as he can as he starts tying his stone-faced model (is he bored?) first showing what the first step is supposed to look like before demonstrating it slower and talking the class through it. He can feel Zoro’s gaze on him like a warm weight on his skin, and he worries his lower lip to keep himself from getting distracted. (Don’t look at his ass. Don’t look at his bulge. You’re a professional)

On his side Zoro is relaxing into the comforting pressure of the ropes against his body, letting himself slip into a partially meditative state. He feels calm, safe. Like a kitten being held by the back of the neck. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all. He’ll still complain to Nami after though.

Then comes the time for the suspension and his eyes are getting heavy, a bit dazed as he stares at Sanji’s elegant form hoisting him up by pulling down on another set of ropes.

The rope digs deliciously into his skin and muscles where gravity takes hold, and the deep pressure calms him- he momentarily closes his eyes to savour the moment, feeling himself sway a bit from the ring on the ceiling.

During the class, he faintly registered that the other pairs in the room act in somewhat intimate manners- occasionally groping, caressing, slapping, kissing, spanking as they go through the motions of the tie Sanji taught them, and now he’s partially aware that he’s aching for Sanji’s touch himself, unsatisfied with the press of fingers here and there checking the ropes’ tension.

Zoro’s limbs, as expected from the blonde’s earlier explanations, start to feel a bit numb and pinpricky. As if able to read his mind, a warm hand meets his , and Zoro obediently flexes his fingers, as instructed before the session, the left, then the right, demonstrating that the nerves in his arms are okay.

Mechanically, Sanji whispers a barely audible “good boy”, and Zoro hears a very low, pleading groan before realising it came from his own traitorous throat. He can’t fight the light blush that dust his cheeks in embarrassment.

Sanji’s pupils are definitely dilated because of the low lighting, and not because of the muscular man he’s got tied up, a vision floating in a graceful, immobile pose before him. The soft breaths and grumbles that Zoro made when being tied up, he managed to deal with. But a low groan like that? From being praised? Fuck.

Sanji comes closer and whispers in his ear, teasing his bunny initiate about his apparent enjoyment of his first shibari experience.

Zoro rolls his eyes and resumes the playful banter and ribbing they’d engaged in earlier, breaking the docile mask he’d put on for the benefit of the class.

This bunny has teeth. Sharp ones.

Sanji hopes he’ll get to see this burgeoning brat again- he’ll have to cash in a favour from Nami to try and get him back here. He could have so much fun with this one.

Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".

Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"

And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".

Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.

At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.

So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!

Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!

Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!

Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.

Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

kiss kiss!!!! <33333

~kink/nsfw blogs dni please!!!~

me scrawling through my twitter, trying to decide what doodles are worth the effort of putting on here: yes this must be shown to everyone

Mobility aid TF2? Well I'll give you one better...

GAY MOBILITY AID TF2

I BETCHA DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING

THEY'RE GAY NOW

EDIT: Hey so I just realized I drew Medic in a hospital wheelchair for some reason? Instead of a manual one?? Maybe it's because in my reference pic it was a hospital wheelchair, but I swear I remember thinking about changing it to a manual one? I guess I was just being a dumbass and forgot lmao, sorry y'all

"artists deserved to be paid" and "this is a horrible decision" are two statements that should and do coexist

I’m finally biting the bullet and contacting a therapist today after being ambivalent ab it for so long… this hellsite has its many disadvantages but one thing I can say is it has truly helped me be less scared of pursuing therapy. Silver lining etc etc

Ayo~

I’ve been reading your fic “And they were Roommates” on A03 and was wondering what all your gijinkas in it look like. Do you have any doodles of them or detailed descriptions?

hi anon!!

first of all, thanks for reading my fic! and second of all, while i do have a few artworks floating around of my gijinkas, i figured it'd be best to put together a genuine reference for wave 3!! (second image is magolor with his hood on)

i might make references for the cast as they come along, but for now, here's my wave 3.

Neil Gaiman lovingly serving us the Good Omens 2 trailer:

I want nasty uncontrollable horrible women this season. I want Nyra to go batshit crazy and be hell bent on getting her throne back, I want her to show just how deep a mother’s rage can really go. I want Alicent to really commit to supporting Aegon, I want to see her be selfish for once and take and keep taking. I want Baela to be the badass dragon rider she is, I want her to be a character we know and feel for and I want her fight with Aegon to be the coolest thing in the entire show. I want Rhaena to show just how political savvy she can get. I want Helaena to be more than just the mad woman stereotype. I want Mysaria to really be the one that’s team smallfolk and actually look out for them and their best interests, especially commoner children. I want Nettles to BE THERE and I want her to wow everybody and put targ stans into an early grave; I want to see her claim sheepstealer, I want to see her interact with the blacks, I want to see her ride her dragon, and be the coolest hottest person there. And I want to SEE Alys and all her freaky witch stuff, while making self insert girlies angry. And by god I want Rhaenys to have the best ending scene a character could ask for.

i cannot stop thinking about anissa and marky though [COMIC SPOILERS]

how did he react when he learned what his mother did? just like mark, he lived a lie. he thought his mother was kind and nice — the only thing that is true is that she loved him, but now, he has no idea if he should believe it

and. you've grown up being conditioned to believe that violence is peace, and that kindness is a lie and a weakness. you hurt people. by hurting a person, by destroying him irreparably, you found the boy you love most: your son. and you don't regret it. you hope one day, once he sees him, he'll get it. but you still don't regret it. you can't say you're sorry

marky will grow up without his biological father, because when mark hugs him he can only remember his mother and what she did to him. your father can't love you the way your mom did. you can't love your mother the way your father loved his

the worst part is, that it she hadn't done it, you wouldn't have existed. you wouldn't be here. your father will grow to love you. you will grow to accept each other. but you tend to wonder — if he never sees you as anything else other than your mother's son, then who will you have when everyone else you know dies?

Introvert adoption

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went over to the postgames to see if i was strong enough to watch them yet and dean really might be about to commit (justifiable) homicide

hot take moment cwilbur is literally just psychotic as all hell and i think people got way too comfortable villianizing the shit out of a man who was clearly portraying signs of severe mental illness. cwilbur was like im so fucking paranoid and scared and i think everyone is out to get me and hurt me and ive spiralled to the point i cant reach out to the people closest to me because im so afraid and lost in this spiral and im having constant panic attacks and hurting myself because i dong know what to do with myself and the only way out for me is to die. and everybody was like EVIL MAN WHO ENJOYS HURTING OTHERS AND IS ABUSIVE ON PURPOSE AND A VILLAIN AND SHOULD NEVER BE TRUSTED AGAIN. and then he came back and was like im still deeply troubled and afraid but im desperately trying to make up for the wrongs i did in the past and the people i hurt in my own way and communication is really hard for me but i hope people know that im truely sorry and i love them. im going to try my hardest to fix this in the only way i know how and then respectfully remove myself from the situation because i feel thats the kindest thing i can do to the people ive hurt. and people were like ABUSER ABUSER ABUSER EVIL MAN ABUSER. like girl

Yeah no based true real no questions asked

I'd hope I manage to portray Wilbur the way he deserves in my content, cause that man is heavily bpd coded and he just needs therapy and someone who genuinely loves him but also can handle his bullshit (which has exclusively and reliably been Quackity like, canonically)

But yeah no completely agreed. The man has issues and has definitely fucked up a lot but at the end of the day he really does need love and care and patience, but also boundaries (and therapy and meds, obviously)

I get hating certain political systems and trying to abolish totalitarian regimes but at the same time many of them are so interwoven with our history and society they have become tropes and when I consume media with a setting where the monarchy is absolute and revered then I am playing my part and sucking that princeling off