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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months

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the beginning

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warnings: 18+ only, smut, pretty fluffy and cute tho, male masturbation, kinda creeping on reader by masturbating to pics of her?, p in v sex, brief male receiving handjob, unprotected sex, a bunch of different scenes with time gaps this isnt one continuous fic if that makes sense?

“your bikini is so cute.” you tell your friend, looking at your own swimsuit in the mirror.

“i have another one in a different color, you wanna borrow it?” julie offers.

“girl, yes!” you squeal as she digs through her closet before tossing the small material to you. you were invited on rafe camerons boat, and while you chose your best swimsuit, you just moved to the outer banks from new york city and don’t have a ton of options.

you put the swimsuit on before standing next to your friend. “we look good.” you nod.

“damn girl, the boys are gonna be all over you.” “hopefully including rafe.” you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. it didn’t take you long to learn that rafe was the it boy of the outer banks, the kook prince, and that all the girls wanted him. you didn’t get the hype until you met him at a party and instantly became attracted.

“there’s no way he’s gonna be able to keep his eye of you.” julie encourages you, before glancing at her phone. “we better get going.”

you nod, looking one last time in the mirror before putting your coverup on and following julie out of her room.

“hey rafe.” you smile at him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder. you’ve been flirting a lot, its how you got invited onto his boat along with a few other friends, but you haven’t progressed past just talking.

“hey.” rafe tugs you into him, making you press against his shirtless torso, in just his swim shorts. “wanna come up and drive with me?”

“yeah.” you nod, briefly looking to julie to make sure she was good, but she's already twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at kelce.

you follow rafe up to the stairs to the second story of the yacht where the captains helm is. you sit next to him on the bench as he steers the boat out of the marina.

“this is a really nice boat.” you comment. “maybe you should give some advice to my parents on what to buy, my dad is looking but has no clue what is good.” you say without thinking, before cringing at your words, worrying rafe might mistake your small talk as wanting him to meet your parents.

“ah yeah, didn’t have much opportunities to own a yacht in new york, huh?” rafes says as his arms move the wheel, making your attention shift to his muscles.

“nope.” you shake your head. “but i’m glad we moved, i love the city but its really nice to be somewhere… calmer.”

“i’m glad you moved too.” rafe says with a smile, making you blush as you nod at him. you manage to make the small talk not overly awkward as he drives the boat out towards the ocean before finding a place to drop anchor and hang out for a bit.

“wanna swim?” rafe asks as you both head down the stairs, rejoining the group.

“yeah.” you nod, pulling your coverup off over your head. you toss it onto a soft before turning to rafe, who is staring down at your body, blatantly checking you out as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

he doesn’t snap out of it until topper claps him on the shoulder. “i got the ladder in for us, man.”

“yeah, yeah thanks.” rafe nods, eyes finally flicking up to meet yours.

“y/n! jump in with me!” julie calls.

“lets go?” you tilt your head, looking to rafe.

“wait before you jump in i want to get a picture of everyone.” rafe shouts out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to topper. “you'll take it?”

“yeah, sure.” topper says, looking at his friend a little strangely.

you all group together on the front deck, rafe moving so you’re in the center, his arm around your waist as you smile at the camera. you change your pose a couple times as topper continues to snap pictures, including turning towards rafe and placing your hand on his abs, still grinning as you pose.

rafe eyes up topper as he leans and picks you up, topper getting the message to record as you let out a shriek, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulder as he hurdles towards the water before jumping off the back deck, sending a spray of water as you let go of him and swim towards the surface.

you push the hair out of your face before sending a splash in rafes direction, scrunching your brows to show your anger at getting tossed in, but you can’t help the smile that stretches over your cheeks.

rafe gives you a tight hug, not caring that your hair is still wet and smelling of salt water. “i had fun today.”

“i did too.” you nod, getting on your tip toes to press your lips to his cheek.

“what are you doing tomorrow?” rafe questions.

“why, wanna take me on a date?” you ask, biting your lip as your eyes glance between his eyes and his lips.

“and what if i do?” rafe smirks.

“then i’m definitely free.”

“pick you up at 6:30 then.” rafe says, pulling you against him again before letting you go, watching you get into julies car.

“fuck.” rafe groans, hips thrusting forward as he fucks his fist, phone pulled open to the pictures he had topper took. he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else, he cropped everyone out but you, in your tiny lilac bikini.

rafe groans, wanting to squeeze his eyes shut as he squeezes the head of his dick, imagining it was you instead, either your mouth on him or you spread out below him, moaning as he fucks into your cunt.

rafe thinks about texting you, about begging you to come over, but he remembers your date tomorrow, knows what is going to happen after if things go well. he doesn’t want to seem too desperate, but you’re too pretty, too enticing as he swipes to the next photo, the photo of you turned to the side, hand on his bare abdomen.

he looks at the curve of your ass, the way the bikini hugs your hips. rafe strokes faster, imagining his hand making impact with your bum, watching the skin ripple.

“y/n.” rafe groans out your name as he cums, releasing over his stomach as he squeezes himself until he’s satisfied, smiling as he swipes again, this time to the video of him picking you up and running into the water.

“this is easily the best first date i’ve ever had.” you say as rafe drives you home. it was surprisingly simple, a picnic on the beach all set up by rafe, and then some live music on the pier.

“mine too.” rafe says, placing a cautious hand on your thigh, relieved when you smile at him.

“you know…” you begin as rafe pulls up to your door. “my parents are back in new york this weekend.”

“really?” rafe hums, bringing the car up the driveway.

“if you’d like to come in for some… tea.”

“tea, sure.” rafe nods, turning his truck off.

you move quickly inside. while you made up the tea excuse to get him in, you both know what the intentions are as rafe presses you against the wall of the entrance as soon as the door swings shut behind you, his lips meeting yours.

“good morning.” you mumble, turning over in rafes arms, both still naked from the night before.

“morning.” rafe says, his voice gruff from just waking. he moves a hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. “you look beautiful.”

“not too bad yourself.” you smile, pressing your lips against rafes.

the kiss instantly wakes him up as his hand moves to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he turns so he’s over top of your body, your hair flared out on the pillow.

you smirk into the kiss when you can feel rafe growing against your stomach. you reach down with one hand, grasping his shoulder to keep him close and kissing you with the other while you stroke his cock, getting it to full hardness quickly.

“when are your parents home?” rafe asks suddenly when he pulls away.

“um-” your brain briefly doesn’t work at the randomness of the question. “monday evening.” “i say-” rafe says, reaching down and grasping his cock, pushing your hand out of the way as he rubs the head of his cock through your pussy. “we spent the entire weekend in bed then.”

you gasp as rafe thrusts into you, filling your cunt in one swoop. “sounds good to me.” you say, before pulling him back into a kiss.

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cooki3face · 9 months

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spirit baby reading 🧸

Disclaimer: I usually speak to the feminine collective when I do these so if you’re not mom and you’ll be dad switch things up so they may resonate for you. <3

I’ve literally always been so obsessed with Bey as a mother so I refuse to use anybody else for my banner. Sue me if you’re mad, otherwise have a great time, I’m gonna do these as channeled messages this time, so if you’re in a high-level soulmate or twin flame connection these could be really good to get some insight and understanding from a different perspective. When we talk about spirit babies, we’re speaking of the spirit or the souls of babies that are waiting to be born and spiritually connected to you.

Often when you’re in a soul connection or a twin flame connection, the person you’re connected with is part of your soul family and the children you’re meant to have will choose the two of you as parents are a part of your soul family as well. They love you both unconditionally, free of judgment and misunderstanding because they see everything before they come to you and forget everything about their soul's purpose and about why they chose you as a parent, and what it was like to choose you. They often play a huge role in you and their other parent getting together as well. They protect and guide your connection just as much as the divine. Hope that this is helpful if you’re in a high-level soulmate connection or a twin flame connection, love you! 🧸

pile one:

Before I begin, I just want to say someone’s child is really obsessed with the chicken dance song, idk if you remember what that was from when you were a child but here’s a link to a weird YouTube video with the audio.

“Mom, the best thing you can do right now is to relax and release your control and enjoy yourself. I know that dad is taking a long time but he’s coming to marry you and be with you very soon and you just have to be patient.” For some reason, I’m getting we you could be expecting multiples at some point soon. “We know how much you care about Dad and how patient and gentle you’ve been with him and we ask that you send him lots of love and encouragement even though you guys aren’t speaking that much.

Don’t think that he doesn’t love you or doesn’t want you just because he hasn’t said so because he does. All he wants is to be with you and to build a family with you and that time is coming. He’s closing out karmic cycles and making sure that everything is perfect before he comes towards you because he knows it’s what you deserve. We told you this when we spoke to you in your dream. Dad is making sure that he gets lots of money and gets everything ready so that you will be comfortable and well taken care of and he can buy us lots of stuff.

Please don’t become discouraged or try to forget about Daddy because it hurts that he’s away. We connect with you every day and we’ve been sending you messages through your social media so that you know we’re here waiting for you. Remember that separation and time apart are only an illusion and only exist in one realm of existence. Time to us over here goes by very quickly and you and Dad are not truly separated because you are connected spiritually and are married and in union with one another in spirit.

You and Dad are taking the time out to do the inner work and grow and that’s why you’ve been given this time apart by the universe so that everything can be perfect and ready when you guys come together because the two of you deserve nothing less than perfection. You and Daddy both are doing the inner work and have been working very hard. Continue to do things that you care about and enjoy and take care of yourself in the ways you deserve. Dad is releasing karmic energy within his life, leaving behind third-party interferences that are standing in his way because he’s no longer going to allow anything to get in his way of loving you and being with you. He’s learning to love beyond his fears and his ego and he’s learning to follow his heart every single day after a long time of living for others.

And when he comes to you, he will be completely unrecognizable and he’ll be different from who he was before, when he had a hard time and couldn’t be there for you the way you wanted him to. You’re going to be so proud of him and so happy to see him again. Let go of any self-doubt Mom or any negative ideas about if Dad loves you or if he’s coming. I know you know he is so hold onto what your heart and your spirit are telling you and just relax. Everything is going to be okay.

Dad needs you to release the past and fully let go of past versions of your connection and even let go of the present because it is not a full representation of what he feels for you. After all, he’s not where he truly wants to be right now which is right by your side. There was a lot of hardship that the two of you went through but even you feel in your heart that it was ages ago and we know that you love him and we know that you love him because you can forgive him and show him so much grace even the second he makes a mistake. Cycles are coming to a close. Your time is coming. Please, just rest. “

channeled messages or things I picked up on during the reading 👣:

multiples or a set of twins to be specific (a boy and a girl)

“Take me out to the ballgame” one of these children may really like baseball or grow to like baseball as a sport. You could have an elder family member who enjoys baseball as well.

May enjoy gardening as a hobby

Blue and green as well as purple and orange

Heavily adorned scrapbooks or photo albums

A boy or son being born first or older. He protects.

Close sibling/twin relationship. Irreplaceable to each other. Incomplete without each other. They may grow to enjoy a lot of the same hobbies, I'm getting swimming and recreational sports or arts and crafts they may share together. Not shying away from twin-ness and pride themselves in being very much alike because they respect one another so much.

Boy/son is very caring and emotionally intelligent and compassionate

The girl/daughter may be very shy in nature and very petite and take after her mother in face and stature. I'm hearing she's a diamond. People will really be fond of her beauty and adore her and people who know you or knew you may find her face very nostalgic because she looks so much like you.

I'm also getting that she's got a timeless beauty. She's someone who will grow up to be very stunning and beautiful and would've been that in every era or point in time.

I'm also getting that she may grow up to be fond of music and the arts.

She may like to dance (getting ballet) or do gymnastics.

I'm hearing whoever she marries Daddy is gonna make them pay a big fat dowry or go to the ends of the earth for her and her brother will see it through

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pile two:

The divine masculine in your life could be tall or something or this baby may come out heavy or just be in a larger percentile for his age group. I instantly got that song Sza sang on SNL “I Need a big boy”

“Mom, things will be made right. I really don't want you and Dad to fight or have trouble but sometimes conflict is necessary because things have to fall away and come out in relationships and sometimes things go wrong for a reason and we have to be strong enough to deal with them. I know that you're sad or you're not feeling hopeful right now. And you may feel like everything is going wrong and everything is against you but that’s just not true. You have to trust in the divine and trust that things will come together and work out for you in the end.

I know that there have been delays and blockages within your and dad’s relationship and with you really getting what you truly desire. And these circumstances have given you bad dreams and made you very scared and anxious but I want you to get some rest and relax. Nothing good comes of being tired and exhausted. Take care of yourself and focus hard on what you can do to make things good around you and enjoy yourself even if things are rough with you and Dad or in other areas of your life. Remember that you and Dad are both growing and sometimes we don’t have all of the answers and don’t have the solution to everything.

The universe is trying to teach you to find wholeness and happiness within yourself right now Mom because that’s what you need the most. You may feel like you need dad or other people and things to feel happy and that’s not true. All the things you’re stressed about aren’t good for your health and aren’t all your responsibility to carry with you so you have to take some time to release your control and release all of this stress. I see what’s going on and I know that you’re unhappy and having a hard time with your current circumstances but things are always capable of getting better and these feelings and these times are temporary.

This is a good time to decide what you want to do with your time Mom or want you want to do with your life and how you want to live. Sometimes when there are blockages, separations, or dramatic changes and events in our lives that means that we need to focus on ourselves more. Dad has lots of internal wounds, karmic cycles, and blockages that he needs to work through before he can be there for you the way you need him to and so the best thing to do is to show him grace and compassion and focus on finding happiness and support within yourself. “

channelled messages or things I picked up on in the reading 👣:

TikTok, social media, or clinging to social media or using social media as a distraction or a way to cope with emotional pain

Umbrella by Rihanna “ooo baby it’s rainin’ rainin’”.

NFL babies /sports babies

“Somewhere over the rainbow” and it’s lyrics

The Wizard of Oz, the cowardly lion, or the Tin Man and their meanings

Miscarriages/infertility/struggle to conceive or complications during pregnancy, or post partum

Plays, performances, or the theater

A boy/ a son

The color blue

Sports teams/mascots

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pile three:

“I see that you’ve been working very hard Mom, taking care of yourself and taking care of your responsibilities and taking responsibility over your life. It’s time you start thinking about what direction you’d like to take in life or what you really truly want to do so that we have a good foundation for ourselves. Sometimes I’ve seen that you’ve had a hard time focusing or a tempted to put your energy into other things. But you know that nows not the time to be distracted and it’s a lot of progress being able to be tempted and have the strength to stay focused and I’m very proud of you. I know that you’ve been feeling alone or have been alone but I want you to know that in isolation the universe brings us growth.

And that sometimes in life people have to walk away from us or we have to walk away from people and even sometimes we drift apart from our friends and loved ones. It’s a natural part of life and when doors close new doors open Mom. The universe gave you time alone so that you can establish things for yourself and really decide what you want for yourself and take initiative over the directory in which you’re going. All the times we’ve had a hard time. All the times we’ve undergone lots of change in your life, all the times there was chaos and we were confused were all for a good reason, and in life we have to learn to see the lessons in our experiences.

It’s time for you to branch out on your own mom and remove your dependence on others and other things in your life that keep you from living authentically and really growing into the beautiful woman you’re meant to be. And one day you’ll be happy and you’ll be celebrating just how far you’ve come all along. There’s so much potential for you to grow and for experiences and endless opportunities to reach you. And don’t worry about not having found Dad yet Mom because soon you will meet him and soon you’ll finally get the love and the relationship you’ve dreamed of all along, all this time. “

channelled messages or things I picked up on in the reading 👣:

This sounds like a girl or a daughter

“Alright” by Kendrick Lamar

You may choose to be a single mother or look for a donor when you’re ready to have a child

You may not know who your person is or haven’t met your divine counterpart yet or received the love or the relationship that you’ve desired for a long time

This child is going to be really attached to you and take after you in many ways. The two of you may bond over fashion or you may end up being the primary parent and main support system

This child may come at a time where you’re going through a large transition or you’re entering a stage in life where you want something new or different

This is a big girly girl. A huge fan of pink and flowers and may like to get her nails done with you.

She may come out looking a whole lot like you as a child or as a baby

This baby is going to heal your inner child by being able to live the life or have some of the experiences you would’ve wanted for yourself.

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I hope this gave you some guidance or was something you really wanted to hear tonight 💕 If you ever need a personal reading, you may go to my Instagram and click the link in my bio to book a reading with me! Love you!

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bigbropyro · 9 months

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@farmerderry/beta pup trooper and lil bro, has made a profound difference in my life and I can't even begin to put the emotions into words. I want you to know him better so I'm going to try.

Pup trooper started as a "pet name" that he picked because it means that he keeps getting up when he's knocked down. I use pet names for people I talk to frequently and they pick one that makes them feel special when I say it.

He makes me feel protective. He has childhood trauma from his dad beating him, even a unexpected slap on the butt can trigger a ptsd attack that causes him to cry and shake. He has nightmares that keep him from getting a full night's sleep and it pulls at my heart strings.

His family didn't help him while he was being abused, and he has no local support network. We talk every day, and it's common for us to talk for almost 6 hours in a row and still have things to say.

He challenges me. Trooper is a synthetic chemistry grad student and we talk about that often. I can usually keep up with him, but he knows more than I do about that subject. I'm learning new things trying to understand and keep up with him.

Trooper is sad all the time, he is stressed out at work, and only has one person to hang out with or talk to and he is two hours away. He is halfway through his phd, and he is considering leaving the program because of how unhappy he is in Pittsburgh.

He gets along great with @deliberatelydiapered my other lil bro and it's heartwarming to see them play together.

Trooper wears and uses diapers 24/7 and is actively trying to loose his continence. Diapers make him feel safe and confident but they are expensive, it's tough for him to afford them because his college won't allow him to get a second job and he is paid below average.

Trooper was a pup and into more for a long time before I met him and feels so alone because padded pups are shunned in the local community and is alone.

He is shy and reserved. He has a hard time meeting new people because he gets anxious and stuck in his head with "what ifs" and with my encouragement he's becoming more social.

He has dyslexia and struggles with grammar and I point out his mistakes, and he's getting MUCH better with spelling and grammar. He has to work twice as hard to read books as his peers.

His favorite diaper is bambino teddies(rip). His favorite color is Cobalt blue.

He likes riding his atv, and his favorite pass time is playing Pokémon on his Gameboy. He plays several other games across different platforms and is a huge nerd about it and will talk for hours trying to explain it to you.

He goes out of his way to make you happy, and he'd give you the shirt off his back if you need it. He enjoys giving other people gifts, even though it's hard for him to afford them.

Trooper has come an very long way in a short time. He's more confident and outgoing, and he's beginning to explore his little side. He sees me as a role model and I'm very proud of that. He has 25 years of trauma he still needs to process and I am grateful he chose me to trust and include me in his life.

Thank you lil bro, I love you.

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starlight-shades · 9 months

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Called Home to the Depths of the Forest

• summary – Ghost, retired from the military, finds a pair of orphaned werewolf pups. He calls the only werewolf he knows for help. Soap and Ghost become (not so) reluctant dads. • rating – M • wordcount – 5.1k • warnings – Canon Typical Violence (there's some murder/gore), implied/referenced child abuse • This is my first fanfic, so please let me know if there's anything I forgot to tag. Feedback is welcome and encouraged

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Chapter Two

People assume the woods are tranquil, peaceful, a quiet place to fall into oneself. And they are, but they’re also so incredibly alive. From the soil beneath the detritus of the forest floor, all the way up twisted tree trunks, and through the canopy of freshly revealed spring leaves, there is life. Simultaneously ancient and painfully finite. It’s one of the reasons that Simon chose to settle there.

He liked the unhurried pace of life he’d found in his cabin in the woods. It was just him in a home he had built himself, on land he’d bought with his savings. It wasn’t quite a single room. He’d indulged and built himself a bedroom and a modest kitchen with enough room in the pantry for his chest freezer. The bathroom wasn’t some piece of modern art, but it was functional, and his living room was just big enough to have a couch, a couple bookshelves, and an old iron stove where he could light fires to warm the place in the colder months. To some, the way he lived would be boring, but to Simon it was perfect. Another reason he chose this place was the fact that few neighbors meant that he could avoid social interaction for weeks if he chose to. Between his little garden and whatever his traps brought in, he had little need to trudge into the village for food. Unfortunately, there were some supplies that he couldn’t make or grow on his own (namely his favorite bourbon, or any bourbon really), so he would occasionally haunt the handful of shops in town.

Like always, his trip was uneventful. The most he had to speak to anyone was to the gossipy hens that seemed to have decided that he was their pet project. After a few years, one would think that the biddies would have figured out that their matchmaking attempts were in vain, but still they persisted.

At least this time, they weren’t trying to set him up with a woman.

But if he was pressed, Simon might admit that he didn’t mind their interference as much as one might expect. If pressed further, he might say that the fact that they bothered at all made him feel cared for at least a little, like he was part of the community. Not so much that he wanted to spend more time in the village, but still part of the community nonetheless.

By the time he was finished with his errands, he had filled his pack to the brim (he didn’t want to have to come back anytime soon), and it was nearing dusk.

“Och, dearie, it’s getting to be dark soon. You should see if Mac has a spare room at the inn, you shouldn’t be walking in the woods at night, it’s dangerous,” Mrs. Leeman, the woman who ran the garden supply, was saying. He had to stop himself from laughing. By his estimation, he was likely one of the more dangerous things in those woods.

“That’s alright, ma’am. I’ll take my chances,” he told her, slinging his pack over a shoulder.

“I know you’re a strong man, Simon, but people have been hearing wolves at night. Millie’s friend, Daisy, said she even saw one while she was walking home the other day. She said she’d never seen any wolf so big!”

He had a feeling he knew who she was talking about. What he didn’t realize was that he would learn just how wrong he was on his hike home.

It was dark by then, the sun having fully set an hour ago. The distance to his little cabin was quickly dwindling. He would likely be there in another thirty or forty minutes.

He had grown used to the soft sounds of the evening, the rustle of the wind through the trees, the fading bird calls, with the occasional burst of activity of an animal making its own way through the forest. It was all normal, all expected. Until it wasn’t.

Simon was jarred from the familiar headspace he had fallen into by the sounds of shouting and laughter. The crack of a gunshot was enough for him to drop into a crouch, immediately alert. With slow, careful steps, he crept towards the sounds. There wasn’t supposed to be any hunting in this stretch of the forest. It was too close to town.

“Oi, Jeffy, toss me your knife, I gotta finish off this one!”

There were at least two then. He was still just a little too far away to have a clear idea of the scene.

“What happened to your knife?”

“Stuck the big bastard over here with it. Must’ve hit bone cuz I can’t get it out.”

Simon’s heart stuttered. No. Please god no.

“Use Harry’s.”

A sharp whine cut through the air and spurred him forward, hand already brandishing his hunting knife, ready to sink it into the first body he saw.

The clearing appeared before him and he took it all in. There was blood, too much blood for just a normal hunt. There were three men, one hunched over the corpse of what appeared to be an abnormally large wolf, thick coat matted with its own gore. Simon could hear the wet snick of the knife as he seemed to be skinning the creature.

He felt like his stomach had completely fallen away, but no. It wasn’t him. The fur that wasn’t covered was too light to be him.

The other two men loomed over another wolf. It was more than half-dead, but still it moved as best it could to block their movement forward. Wild eyes, still bright, met his for a moment before shifting back to the enemies in front.

Suddenly, the wolf was no longer a wolf. All at once, her skin rippled and pulled and her bones crunched and rearranged themselves. A woman, naked and bloody knelt on the ground, her breathing labored. She was covered in wounds, some half-healed, but too many to recover from. Simon’s heart sunk. There would be no saving her.

“Please,” she wheezed, looking back at him again with blood dripping from her mouth, her teeth stained red. “Keep them safe.”

“What—“

Before any of them could process her words, she lunged forward, trying to take the knife, but the man, presumably Harry struggled with her for it.

“No!” Simon screamed, his knife already sunk into the man’s throat, his arm extended, but it was too late. The woman’s body slumped away with a blade sunk deep in her gut.

“Who the fuck are you?” Harry’s friend asked, but Ghost was already moving, retrieving the knife from the woman’s body and slicing clean across his neck.

“Martin!” the last man, Jeffy, screamed.

His reflexes has slowed as he had fallen out of practice, and as a result Ghost took a knife to his back, but he recovered quickly enough. Ripping it out, he slashed at his assailant. He missed by a hair’s breadth, narrowly avoiding getting socked in the face. Adrenaline doing its work, Ghost surged forward, kicking the man’s knee, forcing him to the ground as it snapped backwards with a sharp crack, and finally sinking the knife into his eye socket with a wet crunch.

As the red haze of the fight cleared, Simon became aware of the pained cries coming from somewhere behind him. He turned, and also became aware of the pain in his shoulder from where he was stabbed. With one hand pressing down as best he could over his wound, Simon headed back into the woods towards the sounds. What he found horrified him almost worse than the murder scene behind him.

Two sets of wide, frightened eyes stared at him from inside a cage set in the trailer hitched to an ATV. Little faces pressed to the metal bars, trying to get as close to the fallen woman as they could, paws scrambling to get through.

“Shit.”

Sometimes he worried that his time spent as a human weapon would have numbed him to the pain of others. Luckily it hadn’t, not completely, if the kennel in the corner of his living room was any indication. The door was unlatched and propped open, a blanket laid out in offering.

They were huddled in the back of the kennel together. Luckily they had stopped shaking for the most part, but they still watched him with guarded eyes.

Simon wasn’t completely sure what werewolf pups ate, but he wanted to offer them something as they waited. He checked his phone again, but there was still no reply to his earlier message.

Opening his refrigerator did not lead to any easy answers. The bulb flickered as he stood with the door open, the cold slowly seeping beneath his skin. With a sigh, he grabbed the venison he had been thawing for dinner.

Werewolf pups could probably eat the same thing as people or regular wolves… hopefully… He just hoped that these ones were old enough to be weaned, but he was man enough to admit, at least to himself, he had no idea what he was doing.

Simon kept half his attention on the pups in his living room who had snatched up the blanket, but retreated back into the kennel, and the other half on the thin slices of meat he had in his pan.

Was this enough food? What if they couldn’t eat solids? What if they didn’t like it? What would he do?

He just had to guess and hope that it was good enough.

Simon was pulled abruptly from his thoughts when the sound of his phone ringing cut through the otherwise silent cabin.

“Johnny.”

“What the hell are you on about? You found wolf pups?”

He relaxed marginally the moment he heard the familiar Scottish accent.

“You better get over here to have a look at them.”

“Aye.”

Briefly, Simon observed that Johnny never seemed to mind the way he ended conversations so abruptly before he shifted his focus back to plating the food he had prepared for his unexpected guests. He only had one set of everything in his kitchen, so the two would have to share, but somehow he didn’t think they would mind too much.

He walked across the hardwood in his socks and set the offering slightly in front of the kennel, shoulder twinging through the haphazard job he had done wrapping it. One of the first things he had done after getting them settled in the corner was taking off his boots that were caked in mud, and likely bits of gore he hadn’t noticed. While confident in his ability to tread silently to avoid startling them, from previous conversations with Johnny, he knew that werewolves had far superior hearing to anything he could understand, and he wasn’t sure what the bounds of that were. The only reason he knew anything at all was because of Johnny’s dogged persistence in his attempt to befriend Simon.

Slowly, as to avoid sudden movements, Simon backed away from the food and settled back in the kitchen. He was far enough away to give them space, but close enough that he could keep an eye on them while he waited. Light from the waning gibbous moon highlighted the dust motes floating through the air as it shone through the window. He sunk back into the headspace he utilized when he hunted, stilling his mind, his breath, his body, becoming a part of his surroundings.

After about ten minutes, he watched as one of the pups crept forward, snuffling towards the venison. He could see that she was the one with the friendship bracelet, which, as he observed more closely, he could see had a small charm. With a quick glance at him, as if to make sure he wouldn't take it from her, she snatched a mouthful without swallowing and shrunk back to the shelter of the blanket and the other pup. She dropped her bounty on the floor of the kennel and the two began devouring the meat. Simon felt his mouth twitch, as if to smile.

When the small bit of venison was gone, the girl went back for more, this time without another look at Simon, repeating the process until it was all gone. After a small whine, Simon got up to look through what other food he could give them. He emerged from his kitchen, this time with a handful of wild berries he had foraged. Moving slowly, he once again set them down on the plate in front of the kennel. Before he had even retreated back to his chair in the kitchen, he watched the girl once again dart out to gather them up and devour them with her companion.

The three sunk back into silence. As the night wore on, Simon watched as the pups reluctantly began to sleep, startling awake every few moments before settling completely. With no intention to sleep that night himself, he took to watching the steady rise and fall of their breathing, as well as he could observe from the other room and through the blanket they had burrowed into at the back of the kennel. After waiting long enough to be confident they wouldn’t wake, he settled closer to them on his couch, placing himself between them and the door.

In a departure from his usual style, Johnny announced his arrival not with an enthusiastic banging on the door, but rather with a more subdued knock. As Simon opened it, a cautious hand on the handle of the hunting knife sheathed on his hip, Johnny pushed past him with his face settled into a focused expression Simon rarely observed from him. His usual exuberance was absent, instead replaced by a steadiness that he had not expected if he was being honest.

With barely a look at Simon, Johnny made a beeline to where the kennel stood in the corner, crouching down to look at the pups who had startled awake at his arrival.

“Oh aren’t you wee ones a sight,” he cooed softly.

When he tried to reach inside, the shyer boy retreated even further back with a whine while the girl’s hackles puffed up. She snapped at Johnny with her baby-sharp teeth and a clearly unpracticed growl. He just let out a soft laugh.

“Aren’t you a good sister, protecting your brother like that.” Without turning to look at him, Johnny directed Simon back into the kitchen, and spoke his question quietly. “Where are their parents, do you know?”

“Are they yours?” Simon asked, not bothering to answer him directly. “They’re siblings?”

“Aye, they’re from the same litter, but I don’t know them. My pack isn’t exactly a traditional one. I’m the only wolf,” he explained with a soft sadness that Simon wasn’t sure he meant to reveal.

Simon was quiet for a moment. He hoped his suspicions weren’t correct.

“Their parents were killed. Came across some hunters on my way home.”

He startled as Johnny let out an unexpected snarl, whipping his attention to the not-quite-man. His face had shifted slightly, nose and mouth extending as his skull fought to change shape beneath his skin. Johnny’s pupils had shrunk to slits, and his eyes had changed to a sharper blue. As he fought to calm himself, Simon watched as Johnny gripped his arms, bulging in muscle, with fingers tipped with blackening claws. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, some primal part of him acknowledging his proximity to a more dangerous predator.

With a steadiness he didn’t quite feel, Simon reassured him, “I dealt with them. They won’t be a problem.”

Johnny’s icy eyes snapped to his. “Where are they? I’ll make sure of it.”

“I left their bodies where they were about forty minutes south of here. I’ll have to go back and dispose of them soon.”

Before he could process the nod he got, Simon was alone again in the kitchen. His front door shut with a clatter.

Picking his way back to the living room through the tattered remains of Johnny’s clothes on the floor, Simon sank back down on the couch to resume his watch.

Eventually, the pups settled back down into a fitful sleep. He wondered how he could get them into a bath to wash off the grime they were covered in if they wouldn’t let Johnny even get close enough to touch them.

In the hours to sunrise, Simon occupied himself with the logistics of caring for these two little ones. If Johnny’s pack didn’t have any other wolves, would he be able to take them like Simon had previously planned? From what he had understood, Johnny had implied that werewolf packs were familial. Did that mean Johnny didn’t have any family? He felt a curious and uninvited pang in his chest at that thought. Were there even other wolves in the area who could take them in? Was there a supernatural sort of child services who could find them a suitable home?

He felt like he was floundering. It wasn’t like he was prepared to take care of human children, let alone any that came with additional attributes like sharp teeth and claws.

Before he could spiral further, Simon tried to find that stillness that he had fallen into earlier, but for whatever reason it was much harder this time.

Hours passed like that. Him on the couch, oscillating between a practiced focus, his mind blissfully clear, then a soft sound from one of the pups would send him rocketing back into all of the questions he had.

What if he found a home for them, but they were hunted again? Did the idiots he took care of have friends? More of them to wreak havoc on these little lives?

Before long, the light of the sunrise drifted through the windows, washing everything in gold.

It had been awhile since he had deliberately stayed up the whole night. Usually it was his night terrors that would keep him awake these days. Simon couldn’t say he missed it. He stood, his joints creaking.

“I’m too old for this,” he muttered under his breath as he made his way over to the coffee machine that looked like it had been through a war or two of its own. He rarely used it these days, usually preferring to wake up with a cup of his favorite black tea, but this morning he knew he would need the extra fortification, so he made the whole pot.

Reaching into his chest freezer, he pulled out a parcel wrapped in butcher paper. He figured since the pups seemed to enjoy the venison last night, he might try the bacon he had cured himself. As it thawed in the microwave, Simon started pulling out the rest of the ingredients he would need for breakfast. It wasn’t quite a full English, but toast, eggs, and bacon would have to be good enough for now.

He stared at the orange juice concentrate he kept for when he was craving it. Thinking for a moment, he made his decision and pulled it out. Simon prepared it according to the instructions, but instead of putting it in the single glass he had, he poured it into a bowl.

As he cooked, he periodically looked over at the kennel to check on his wards. The smell of sizzling breakfast seemed to be enough to rouse them, and bright, wary eyes gazed back at him from their blanket shelter. They seemed to have wrapped it completely around them sometime in the night.

“Apologies, I don’t usually have visitors, so I’m going to need that plate back.” Simon felt a little silly talking to what looked like a pair of overgrown husky puppies, but he reminded himself that inside those furry little things were thinking, feeling children.

He approached their kennel a little faster than he had last night, but still moving with a deliberateness as to not startle them. Picking up the plate, he noticed that there seemed to be a distinct lack of juices. They had apparently managed to sneak by him and lick them up.

Simon quickly retreated back to the kitchen, washing up the plate, and piling it high with breakfast cut into pup sized pieces. He set it back down in front of the kennel again, but this time it was accompanied by the bowl of orange juice. Using his cutting board as his own plate, he sat back down on the couch. Before long, both pups had emerged to sniff at the plate, and deciding it was acceptable, they dug in and ate with an enthusiasm that must be endemic to werewolves because he had only ever seen Johnny manage it before. He even spied some tentative wags.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he hissed as it scalded his tongue.

“Fuck!” He darted his eyes over to where the pups had frozen for a moment before eating again when they realized he wasn’t a threat. “I guess I should stop swearing around you, huh?”

Simon finished his breakfast in silence. He set the cutting board aside and sat back, watching as the pups lapped happily at their plate.

“At the very least, I probably need to get a few more dishes.”

Moving onto the orange juice, Simon watched as they made even more of a mess of themselves, taking big wet gulps, and getting the juice everywhere.

Taking advantage of their distraction, he slowly moved a little closer to them, sinking down to sit on the floor. When the girl noticed, she moved hesitantly toward him, watching for any movement from him. Simon had never sat so still in his life, a feat for certain considering his history. She got closer, making little snuffling noises as she sniffed him.

Keeping his voice low, Simon spoke to her. “Brave girl.”

She froze for a moment at the sound, darting her eyes up to him. When he didn’t make a move, she stepped closer to him, investigating everything she could find.

“I’m going to lift my hand to you, alright?” He figured announcing his movements might make her more comfortable.

Simon offered his hand to her, knuckles first, keeping his fingers curled in loosely. She sniffed at him and after a moment where she paused before making a decision, she pushed her head into his hand for pets. He chuckled, pleased that she appeared to be warming up to him. Her fur was a bit stiff from the mud and various other grime coating it, but Simon ignored it for the moment.

“I’m going to have to figure out what to call you both, huh?” he thought aloud, not really expecting any sort of response. His eyes were back on the boy who remained crouched in the kennel when he felt her push more insistently at his hand, not with her head this time, but with her paw. When he looked back at her, she held out the paw with the ratty friendship bracelet still tied to it. Carefully, he inspected it and the charm that dangled from it.

“Ailsa. That you?”

She gave him a nod that looked eerily out of place coming from what looked like an animal.

“And that’s your brother?”

Another nod. Johnny had already said they were siblings, but it couldn’t hurt to keep talking to her as long as she was interested in communicating in her own way.

“I’m Simon. Me and my friend, Johnny, are going to get you sorted. He’s a wolf like you. He was in here earlier.”

He wasn’t sure what else he should tell them. He wasn’t even sure how old they were or how much they could understand.

Now that he could see Ailsa better, he took note of her appearance. She was about the size of a medium-sized dog, with ears that seemed a little too big for her head. It was hard to tell what color her fur was or if she had any markings through the muck. Her eyes were a honey-amber color, and her nose had a charming little pink spot that stood out from its mostly dark brown color. He could see mixed in with the mud was a dark brown staining her fur that could really only be one thing. Simon’s heart ached for them.

She sat down next to Simon as he began to absent-mindedly stroke her ears. She looked back at her brother in the kennel and let out a small yip. He took it as his cue to hesitantly slink forward to sit with them as well. Like his sister before him, the boy sniffed at Simon, but much more tentatively.

With one hand still gently petting Ailsa, Simon offered him his other hand. After only a moment, he too pushed his head into Simon’s outstretched palm.

Unlike Ailsa, the boy didn’t have a helpful bracelet to identify him. He was in much the same shape as her, but Simon could tell he had a bit darker fur. He was also a bit smaller than his sister, but his paws were clearly growing faster than the rest of him.

After a few pets on the head, he pushed further into Simon’s side and curled up as close as he could get.

“A right cuddle-bug aren’t you?” he chuckled. “Oh! You too, Ailsa.”

She surprised him by sinking into his other side, laying her head in his lap for more pets.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, it shifted into place to cast light onto the spot where Simon sat on the floor with the pups. He could feel his eyes begin to drift closed as the warmth from the sun and the furry bodies cuddled close created the perfect storm. Exhaustion finally won out and they slept.

That was how Johnny found them.

At about midmorning, Simon awoke when his front door opened unexpectedly. With a reaction honed from his time as a soldier, he launched the hunting knife on his belt at the intruder.

“Bleedin’ Jesus, Simon!” Johnny yelped, moving with inhuman speed, he narrowly avoided the blade just before it sunk into the wooden doorframe where his head was a second before.

Without thinking, his body had already moved to push the pups behind him as Simon registered who was at his door.

“Why are you wet?”

Johnny looked awful. His stupid mohawk was flattened to his head and he was soaked, head to toe. His legs were absolutely covered in mud, but the rest of him appeared mostly clear of any forest-related debris. There were bags under his eyes that hadn’t been there before, and he looked haunted.

“What? No ‘Hello?’” he clearly fought for the smile that honestly looked more like a grimace that he had pasted onto his face.

Simon remained silent. He had one hand on each of the pups behind him, and he could feel the little boy shivering again. Turning back to him, he tried to soothe him with a few pets, and eventually the shaking dissipated. Johnny sighed and his shoulders dropped.

“I found their parents.” When Johnny cast a look at the pups, Simon knew there was more he would share with him later. “I gave them as proper a burial as I could manage. Took all night. Was dirty and didn’t want to come back all covered so I washed off as best I could in a stream on the way back. The shit-stains that did this have been taken care of.”

Simon nodded. While he was used to it, as Johnny tended to shift as he pleased around him, he noticed that there was a distinct lack of clothes on the other man. Belatedly, he gathered the pups closer and covered their eyes.

“Borrow some pants.”

He let out a laugh as he crossed over to the hallway that led to Simon’s bedroom.

“They’ve probably already seen it all, Si. Werewolves aren’t exactly embarrassed about nudity,” he called back.

He let out a long-suffering sigh, and looked down at the pups who had ducked the hands attempting to cover their eyes. Ailsa wiggled out of his hold while her brother sunk further into it. Simon wasn’t sure what had shifted during their nap, but they seemed to have decided he was alright in their books.

Something inside him settled.

Johnny emerged moments later, tying the drawstring of a pair of Simon’s sweatpants, and he dutifully ignored the way that made him feel.

“Johnny, meet Ailsa and her brother.”

The boy was still plastered to his side, but Ailsa cautiously approached Johnny who had crouched down and offered her his hand to sniff.

“Hey there, bonnie girl,” he said softly, in a tone that Simon was beginning to recognize that he reserved for children.

She sniffed Johnny’s hand in the same way she had Simon’s, but where she had pressed her head into his palm, she gave Johnny’s hand a little lick and retreated back to her brother’s side, keeping her eyes on Johnny the entire time.

“And little one, are you Duncan?” he asked softly.

Simon shot him an incredulous look, but his attention was quickly stolen back when he felt the pup move at his side. He was nodding slowly, letting out a whine that had his sister licking at his face in an attempt to comfort him. Simon found himself stroking his head again without even thinking about it.

“How the he—“ he had to stop himself, “heck, how the heck did you know that? Is that some wolf-y power I should know about?”

Johnny snorted. “I found some torn up clothes that had their names written on the tags. Smelled like them. How’d you figure out Ailsa’s name?”

Simon indicated the bracelet with his chin.

They were quiet a moment before a thought occurred to him. He spoke directly to the pups, hoping that they would acquiesce.

“Alright pups, you’ve been fed and we’ve had a nap. I think it’s time we get you into a bath.”

A chorus of whines erupted, and Duncan darted back into the crate, faster than Simon expected. Ailsa quickly followed, narrowly avoiding getting swiped up in Simon’s arms.

Johnny burst into laughter as he watched Simon struggle to convince the two skittish creatures to come out so they could get them clean. Eventually, he managed to find Simon’s stash of sweets he had tucked away in his pantry and used them to bribe Ailsa and Duncan into the tub, one at a time.

And that was how Simon found himself drenched, top to toe, alongside Johnny, with the smell of wet dog so entrenched in his bathroom that he feared he would never get it out.

#soapghost #ghostsoap #fic #fanfic #my fic writing #werewolf soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #call of duty #I love the boys as dads

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kess-in-the-perthchimzone · 7 months

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A love letter to the football plotline

So … I admit I was pretty condescending of the line in the pilot trailer where Kang asks Sailom to help him become a professional football player. I thought it was stupid. I thought I had no interest to see it on my screen.

I was INCORRECT.

The way Dangerous Romance has been setting this up the entire show is brilliant. And the potential payoff is so beautiful.

We’ve been shown over and over that Kang likes football. But he’s never once actually admitted this out loud. It’s very possible he didn’t realize how much he cared about it, he’s been that thoroughly screwed up in the head by his dad. All the hints we’ve seen include—

His precious little usb that he takes everywhere

Him playing FIFA for fun

The gift of the jersey, although none of us are certain if it’s for a team or player he actually likes

The fact that he’ll kick around with his friends after school

Kang is also very good at it. Quite naturally talented for someone who doesn’t seem to have ever participated as part of a formal team. He’s fast and he seems to have an innate sense for where to put the ball.

Episode 5 was in part about Kang panicking because he has to start figuring out what he wants to do in the future. Well, then Episode 6 starts off by forcing him to do something he does not want. Kang is vehemently not interested in cheerleading.

Wanting to avoid Pimfah aside, I don’t think it’s something he would have liked regardless. He gets too concerned with looking cool in public to enjoy something like that. And our boy is not really a “hoo! Rah! Ray!” kind of guy.

When he storms away from cheerleading practice and winds up playing in the pickup football game, he wipes the floor with the seniors — many of whom have been practicing more than him, ostensibly in preparation for Sports Day. And then something amazing happens — one of them acknowledges his talent; and he ASKS Kang if he would want to be on their team.

This actually really gets me. How often has Kang been praised for something he is genuinely good at? And when has he ever — besides with his inner circle of Sailom and now grandma — been encouraged to do something like this? We know Kang has been taught — has been conditioned to never try for anything that would be difficult or taxing.

And look at Kang's face. He has to really think about this. Does he want to play football on a team? This takes him so much more effort to work through than it would someone else.

Here, the flashback (yes, I know) is so revealing!! Kang thinks specifically about telling Sailom in the library that he doesn’t have a life dream. This is one of two instances this episode (the second time being when he tells Sailom he doesn’t have feelings for him) where the flashbacks are being used to show us an instance where Kang isn't truthful (although in this case it’s an interesting flip — we’re now finding out he lied in the past, vs later in the art room when the flashbacks are used to show us he is lying in the present).

At some point, maybe before his mom died, Kang dreamed of being a football player. Then over years and years of his dad’s treatment, he buried it deeply inside. He didn’t try out for teams. He stopped openly talking about how much he likes the sport.

All until this key moment — when someone besides Sailom looked at him and believed in him. In this moment, asked directly, Kang has to decide to for himself. He has to be the one to make up his mind to say yes. And he says I’M IN.

And here’s why I love this:

1. To be a fully realized person, Kang needed an interest that’s fully his; that exists almost entirely outside of Sailom; that he CHOSE for himself (Sailom is still welcome to come to his games and be the Troy to his Gabriella -- even if/when Kang achieves success on his own merits and through hard work, he'll still perform better knowing that Sailom is there to support his dreams!).

2. However naturally good he is, he has a long way to go. He has to learn to be part of a team; how to pass; how to share; that sometimes giving is better than taking. And all of these are lessons he’s going to need to carry with him more broadly in life. As much as wanting to be a professional soccer player is kind of an elite goal, it’s also humbling.

3. This goal is going to be HARD. It’s going to mean practices in terrible weather. It’s going to be injuries. He’s going to have to work harder than he ever has in his life. And he’s going to have to learn how to fight for something he wants, despite all obstacles

I’m sorry I doubted you, Kang playing football plotline. You’re perfect, in every single way.

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance the series #kanghan kirttin sukprasert #kess babbles about dangerous romance #kanghan krittin #meta meta meta

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yatorihell · 4 months

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Noragami Reread Volume 22-27

I've finally reached the end of my reread. I am reading the final chapter tonight, and I haven't seen a single spoiler for the cover nor ending. This is going to be crisp.

Vol 22

Nora trying to keep up with Father walking away knowing she's being abandoned

Yato realising he abandoned Yukine like yes the mommy issues are now here

Yukine partying and living it up like he did when he first got named, but now he's more self aware

Remember when Yukine started become an ayakashi and then

'Your god is not your dad' Nora projecting the abandonment but yh she's right

Nora with the 'please say my name' I hate this

Takemika is ripped fuck damn bitch

Kofuku figured out Yato's plan to kill Father

Ojkjbj Takemika spins Ebisu to divine the Sorcerer's location

Oh the seahorse he buried is called Takemika how cute

Adult Yukine vision like we didn't need the reminder he won't grow up

I WANTED TO GROW UP

Hagusa is born and its a bad time for like a year

Oh Father's so evil (he is hugging Yukine) and he's going to the house

Yato can't believe Yukine is stray bitch same

Nora seems to have turned a corner with Father leaving her (this lasts like 10 chapters)

'Can I even be normal again' (as of right now I have read the chapter nor been spoiled so idk!!!!)

Hiyori doesn't want to be stuck this way which is good

Nora mumbling to herself about Hiyori

Nora played pretend family because she's a good girl

Foreshadowing of Nora asking why it's easy for girls to come into the world because she never made it

Shinigami protecting Hiyori from Nora and it turns out its actually her grandpa

Grandma Iki's death and her telling Hiyori to go to the person she loves

'If you wait until he's gone it'll be too late' I hate this manga

Seeing grief affecting the family reminds Hiyori she has to come back

Plot to hide Nora's names revealed

God it was all a ploy to befriend yukine

Hiyori and Nora the unlikely friendship

Ebisu trying to throw salt on Kofuku to protect the economy nsnd

Old Ebisu talking to himself is so cute and sad when we know what he's been through

Oh we've reached the refrigerator I'm so sad Adachitoka you make me so sad

Oh they're at the old house I hate this

Yukine's been dead 35 years which was a surprise

Hiyori laying flowers on the fridge and praying

Oh he's learning who he was and the barber wouldve been his friend I'm so sad they forgot about him right when they were talking

Yukine's dad was handing out fliers to search for murdered son this plot is dastardly and I don't believe we'll get resolution because that's how the world is

Sobbing they knew there were problems and thought Yukine chose to stay

Yukine finding out his life wasn't all sunshine and not wanting to know more mood

Vol 23

Oh it's Yukine's grave and sister's house I'm so sad

'Even you've got one or two assholes you don't want to probe'

Yato thinking Yukine would want to kill his family

Yukine wanted the dogs to eat him that killed Suzuha hate!!!

Living Yukine encouraging his sister to live and run towards the future he wouldn't see

Father goading Yukine into finding his family and talking about giving him a proper burial I've had enough of this dude

Gunna throw up there's a beer can in the fridge

'Even now my father is still killing me'

Yukine's had his reverse Kaneki phase

Fuck offf with the flower Father you heartless bitch

Oh Yukine's gone baby boy he's Hagusa nke

Yato's face that Yukine is changed and the ending saying unprecedented agony fucking mood

Yukine's mother is dead reveal

'He's my hafuri'

Yato apologising and explaining immediately why he did it

Yato's hesitation to draw his sword against Yukine

We've got a catboy on our hands

Sorcerer was human and has a grave finally a plot to kill him for good

Yukine seeing his dad in Yato

Yato protecting the tree and cutting Yukine's hand because he chose that spot for Yuka to think of her brother and he's actually there

Yato laying absolutely fucked up on the grave of the boy who just did it to him

BISHAMON AWAKE

Oh Yukine doesn't even realise it was Yato he thought he hurt his dad

Hiyori's got a letter for Yuka oh we were dying to know what it said for ages

'You'll die you idiot' and Hiyori's face like I didn't believe it would happen

Hiyori death foreshadowing tracker: 7

Hiyori and Nora holding hands when they meet Yuka

Oh I'm so sad Yuka thinks Haruki is alive and had children Adachitoka you make me so sad

Yato not wanting to draw on Yukine because of his dad

Remember when we got that panel of Yuka and it had showed up in chapter 3 like 1p years ago the foreshadowing is insane

Yukine's possession of people is a good thing tbh but it goes too extreme

Once again the art is insane rip Adachitoka

Yuka has the letter ndnd

Yuka forced the divorce and the were forced to rock paper scissors to decide who would stay behind

Bishamon is kinda up I wish she did more in the final

Throwing up screaming thank you Okuninushi for blessing Yatori's plaques I can't wait to see what the effect of that is in the final chapter

Oh the return box of letters all torn up I hate this

Yukine's power just shows the good of humanity but its still flawed like humans

Ooharai begins and lasts like 25 chapters

Volume 24

Yato's back in the trashcan

Nora doesn't hate heaven but Yukine does because he cut it accidentally trying to save Yato logic

Father laughing about taking Yukine to the fridge he is the worst man

OK so Rekki can't cut the word interesting

'Daddy's just gunna have to take another one away from you' and trying to name Kazuma

Shocked pikachu face that Yato sold him out to Heaven

The expressions are really popping off

Father mentioning Yukine's dead in front if Kazuma hhfn

Yukine let Yato get away <3

'Mind full of nothing but viina just like normal'

Takemika and Ebisu the unlikely friendship to go lookinf for the grave

Yukine on a rager about finding his dad and Father hitting him here we gooo

'You're not allowed to have desires and wishes because that's what a god is'

Father back on his breaking Kazuma bullshit

'Kazuma's love is unphantomable like a bog'

Father neck cut tracker: 2

Adachitoka really got us with the earplugs for Kazuma a bit of common sense finally

'Yukine is mine, Hiyori will die someday, so why bother running from me'

Nora backstory

It's strange how an ayakashi could latch onto Nora before she was born

'I wanted someone who knows neither good nor evil'

Baby Yato and his ear necklace ft Sakura's tree??

Father is the delulu king he thinks Yato's putting on an act to save him

Oh the image of baby Yaboku fighting father sjbdbd

Father was this close to getting killed and then nothing

Takemika and Ebisu did a room of requirement finding the island tbh

Amaterasu feeling the net

'Heaven has missed things so we have to find someone to punish' logic

How did we go from Father's pinned down to back fighting

How dare Yato betray him after getting food water shelter

Oh Yukine can't look when he's told to attack Yato I hate it here

Gods are getting stuck in the net

Saving Yukine is priority over killing Father <3

Kazuma gets called Kazune and makes up a sweat song ldndb

We're so close to saving Yukine and then it gets worse

Volume 25

Oh the letter Yuka never got his letters and he's asking why she won't wrote back I'm so fucking miserable

AND IT LED TO HIS DEATH oh I'm so sad Adachitoka you make me so sad

Kazuma trying to fly to Yukine with Rekkis scarf sjdb

Oh yes we're getting Okuninushi fucking it up like I wished

Nora be like I'm not stupid he's trying to use me and then....

Ah now the gods are calling the shinki when they shouldn't

Oh Nora why did you have to go to him

Nora's just so happy to be useful again

Damn the town's really just burning

'Someone like me who's ever called her Nora doesn't have the power to call her back' hopefully Nora gets/choses a name for herself irrespective of shinkihood

Likening having a name to being given life

Fathers lost it he doesn't even want to do what he wanted he's just angry and wants to kill Amaterasu now and Nora's like no

Grave has been found and the gravekeeper family was a surprise

The Sorcerer killed someone who escaped justice and saved the gravekeeper

Lol remember when we got Father's backstory and people were trying to argue that he didn't kill the monk

I wonder if he stole the clothes off his body they're awfully similar

Nora is absolutely fucking them up go girl

Father used Heaven's systems to his advantage to name Nora, control ayakashi and create Yato

Father calling himself a necessary evil and Amaterasu clapping back that Yato is the necessary one

Amaterasu starts taking Nora's names

Father flashback to Yomi and Kaya revealed

Yukine stopping Amaterasu as she tries to release Chiki

Oh all the vents opening

Amaterasu can't take names made with the word

Yato's back in the fight let's gooo

Father does have a bit of a point to be like why do gods do this to the world

Father's finally been shot

We never really get Amaterasus story, was she reincarnated to keep young and manageable, is that just how old she grows

The living live and the dead die

Yukine's finally realised what he's done to the world

'To death do we part and in death we shall meet again' oh I'm so sad that's such a Yatori thing Adachitoka you make me so sad

Yukine's gone to Yuka oh he sees her as a young girl I'm so sad adachitoka you make me so sad

Oh this is the last time Yukine sees Hiyori before That happens I'm so sad this is awful

Their mother was absolutely spinless she just have the letters back to him and gave him money and she never heard from her son again

Oh Yukine's realised he's dead and he sees the truth and Yuka I'm so sad

Oh I'm so fucking miserable Yukine's memories and the burial and he's at the postbox and he's got the protection charm Yato and Hiyori gave him and Yato's hand reaching out and he's called him name and he's gone back to blond I'm actually so miserable this is awful

LIKE SNOW FALLING INTO YATO'S ARMS!!!!

Oh he knows he's dead I'm so fucking miserable this is the worst chapter in my opinion (so far)

Vol 26

100

Oh Hiyori can smell Yato now I'm

DID YOU BURY ME YATO

Oh I'm actually so sad this is the worst manga in the world

Kazuma still blissfully ignorant of death <3

Father's lost it again he's so mad

Bishamon shown up

Bishamon wondering where Kazuma is and that she won't forgive herself if something happened to him hsdbdb

Yat about to finish the job and Nora has to go break Kazuma

101

Oh Bishamon can feel Kazuma fading

Nora was holding back all that time hdhd

Kazuma believes he and Nora are even

It's been quite a day yeah it started with Hiyori and Nora meeting Yuka and it ends with That

Back to Father's backstory

Father saved the village from a boulder and was enshrined by the villagers who keep his grave

Takemika is just ready to destroy the grave

Oh Yuka says about visiting Haru's grave if she knows where will Hiyori even get the chance I hate this

Father I'm begging you just die Yato isn't coming back to you this wasn't a little prank

Oh Hiyori no go home

'Because I love my father'

Oh Hiyori's tail is hanging by a THREAD

Hiyori death foreshadowing tracker: 7?

102

Nora healing Hiyori's blight and sorting her body before leaving she is a good girl really

Remember when we found Hiyori couldn't go back to her body shdhf

'You're gunna be fine' my mantra until That happened in 108

Quickly flashback of baby Yato foreshadowing what's about to happen

Ebisu figuring out the gravekeeper does soul calls

Remember when we thought they were gunna kill that whole family jdbdb

Father is the queen of gaslighting himself

Father neck cut tracker: 3

The reveal that the gravekeepers family were ghosts was so good

Ebisu promising to keep going but I know that his name will never be revealed not even to us for that fourth wall content

Love how the gravekeeper just died like immediately thank you king

'I'm going to go on with them living in a world without you' please please please final chapter they get to live together (they can't <3)

Oh Yato's hand is small in Yukine's he's ready to reincarnate

103

Oh Kazuma is remembering

Oh we were so pressed that he said he could go home and he vanished but its because he's gone back to Bishamon I'm so sad

DISAPPEARING WITHOUT A TRACE WOULD BE A FITTING END FOR ME this is the worst I'm so sad this is awful I hate foreshadowing

It's just endless isn't it Father with 5000 lifelines

Back to Father's backstory ie how he got killed over rice and then rejected dkndn

Oh he made a mask that looked like her

Father likening Kaya to paradise in death

Oh I'm so fucking miserable Kazuma returns to Bishamon and asks if he's in Heaven this is peak romance

'Can you just shut up and die already' fucking mood

Father with the two lifelines like just die

Vol 27

104

We are shook that Father's original form has appeared

Poor Fujisaki's gunna feel so hungover been possessed by that musty bitch for like 16 years(?)

Oh he called Nora a dumpster baby now its personal

Oh Yomi powers we've got the final form and new nation

Shiiho calling Arahabaki dad <3

Oh Okuninushi and the reincarnated gods I'm so sad

Hiyori is in the nation and the Sakura tree is there I hate this I wanna stop

Oh he's put Yato and Nora in their weakest forms I hate him die die die

Oh Nora has completely given up same

And now it's world domination some men just need therapy tbh

It's interesting that all the sacrifices of the real world are apparently in the new nation and Father really thought he'd find Kaya alive in there djbdbd

People say he's a good dad and I agree <3 (he is attempting deicide)

This is the worst manga in the world the fridge is full of sakura blossoms and Yukine is coming to save Yato and now he's a fucking ayakashi dog he's fully evolved into a furry

105

If you told me this was the final boss fight when I joined this manga I'd be like how the hell did we get here

Now we've got the human possession

I wonder if the people who were killed will come back or if the gods just had to kill them for real

The gods telling their shinki they have to kill and like this is a fucked up situation but it needs to be controlled ig

Nora beginning to question Father and what he does and realising she's scared of him and she's been a pawn

So Sekki is able to break the barrier

106

Oh Hiyori you're looking rough

Oh Yukine is disintegrating help

It's strange how we never get an inkling he's looking for Kaya and this new nation, it was about culls and removing the gods not finding her

Amaterasu really doesn't interfere she just watches or sometimes gets involved

How is it that the shinki can be seen by the near shore now its still the true world

Father be like I've returned from the dead and I scare you why don't you love me you were crying

Someone says divine punishment and immediately Father is like the gods did this specifically like he didn't play a part in her death

Father bitches that forgiveness is for the weak but thinks Kaya would forgive him

Father says he couldn't do anything but the belief system back then meant that he could be recalled after death did he even try?

Daikoku refusing to kill that child like a normal person

'He's been seeking something his whole life just like me' and there's the shrine and Yukine

We fr thought we'd found Kaya lol I mean I guess we did but Father thought she'd be normal and not like the others he called sacrifices

Oh he's so sad it's giving Pedro Pascal (I think I said that when it came out and I was shot)

Screaming throwing up Yato knows Hiyori is here

Oh I'm so fucking miserable 'we shall meet again those words have come full circle' I gate this life

For a brief shining moment I thought it was a trick and the real Hiyori was elsewhere but then SOMEONE had to go and do THAT

LET'S GO HOME

Oh I'm actually so fucking sad Yato's voiceover saying its his fault he wouldn't fix her problem with the flashbacks and then Sakura's words about you can never see them again when they die Adachitoka you're the worst

Kiun seeing sense and letting the young lesd because times have changed

Kofuku calling Daikoku's actions irrational like he's just not only locked him in a phone box for a bit instead of killing him

I wonder who summoned all the shinki though because how are Kuzuha and Kuruha helping with containment, Bishamon's not around

Takemika saying that Amaterasu may never change

'Why would you do that to her' because he's a bitch!!!!!!!

Oh I hate this manga Father's trying to name Hiyori and he pulls her head back and the light is gone fron her eyes and there's a tear and I'm ending it after tbe final chapter

Oh he's naming her I hate my life Yukine's nearly gone too

All this time all the warnings we never believed we'd get this

Oh its all her memories and one page is just Yato and he's thanking her for the shrine I'm so sad Adachitoka you make me so sad why did you do this

Oh the shattered image if Hiyori like reflections of my life

FINAL FATHER NECK CUT TRACKER: 4

OK so theory is that because Hiyori was a shinki made within the nation of the word, she was able to destroy it?

Also if the brush is gone then Chiki and Yuuki should be gone

108

Yukine's back oh I'm so sad

Oh I'm so fucking miserable Hiyori looks so innocent and Yukine nearly says her name but Nora stops him and then Yato nearly says her name and then he realises he can't and then he screams and so do I

Father die challenge?????? Stfu

Yukine furry form is here to stay ig I wish he mauled Father a bit but he found her body!!!!!

Yato saying be can't handle a world without Hiyori but he can't destroy it like his dad would

Oh I'm so sad 'this world she protected is the grave where she sleeps' worst manga ever

'You can make miracles happens can't you'

DON'T GIVE UP YET

Remember when we thought Yato was looking up to Amaterasu for help lol

Kazubisha having a quick catch up

Now is not the time but Yato looks good jdhdb

Hiyori just not got a clue whats happening

Father's still being a little bitch

The fact he has no lifelines like when did Yato cuts Fujisaki's ties???

Nora finally standing up to Father

Father has drowned, ignored by his children <3<3<3<3<3<3<3 my heart is so full

Oh I'm so sad they've been there so long there's snow on their heads and Yukine is crying and I hate it

But that also means they keep Hiyori clear of snow to keep her warm I hate it here!!!

Yato disappearing because everyone who knew him was dead and he breathed Hiyori back to life and saved her (and himself I'm maifesting)

Oh now they're both crying for Yato and Yukine's hugging him this is the worst day ever

I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THAT I AM

Oh this really is the worst day ever the final kiss of life and HIS TEAR IS ON HER FACE WHEN SHE WAKES UP

Oh she nearly says his name I'm so sad how is this going to end there is so much to unpack in this manga

#noragami aragoto #hiyori #noragami #bishamon #kazubisha #kazuma #daikoku #kofuku #daifuku #yukine #yato #yatori #goodbyenoragami

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sneezemonster15 · 1 year

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When people say that "Naruto and Sasuke are reincarnations of brothers it’s INCEST to ship them together" I facepalm internally. Because in the Naruto Universe, and I’ve re-read the chapters talking about it, reincarnation is just a word used to describe the fact that the chakra of a dead person is being transmitted to another living person. Not the soul, not the memories, just the chakra.

Of course anon. Your feelings about this are justified. Plus, the Indra Ashura thing came way later. Like in the second half of the last arc of this 700 chapter long manga. If Naruto and Sasuke were supposed to be brothers, that dynamic would have been established pretty early on. It's so easy for the antis to ignore that whenever brotherhood is mentioned in the manga with respect to Naruto and Sasuke, even if by Naruto himself, it's always complex and layered. It's never simple or direct. I have never ever seen any media where so much extraneous stuff was written or drawn to establish a brotherly relationship. A brotherly relationship never needs to be defined. It's always pretty direct and emphatically so, even joyously and exuberantly depicted. Not in any media the world over have I seen two men who are so much in two minds about their supposed 'brotherly' relationship. And I have seen and examined a hell lot. Never. Not once. And why would it? It would be so damn counterproductive. A brotherly relationship is never problematic in a heteronormative world. Naruto and Sasuke are gay and in love in a world that is heteronormative and homophobic to a fault. A world that doesn't even accept that homosexuality can exist or can be considered normal, how will it accept any balanced discussion around it? These antis should try holding conversations about homosexuality in a heteronormative society and see how much resistance and criticism and straight up ridicule and dismissal they face.

My sainted father, even though he was much more liberal, intelligent and educated especially as compared to his peers, struggled a lot with understanding homosexuality. He is also a product of his environment and upbringing, growing up in a heteronormative and homophobic world where the word 'gay' itself was a slang, an insult. These things are not so simple to judge. While I was growing up, I used to see depictions of popular gay culture on tv and it was mostly used as devices meant for cheap humor. And my dad would laugh. Like it was meant to affect the audience. And it would trigger me. I was a non conformist from the beginning, I am also a result of my upbringing, my dad is the one who encouraged me to think on my own and not take what people told me for granted. I was a girl from a politically and socially disadvantaged background growing up in a bigoted and patriarchal society, I had enough odds against me and my father had thankfully prepared me for it from when I was three years old. But I was also from a different generation from my father's. So things that he was still oblivious about or things that he hadn't examined critically, he had already given me the basic tools to examine and inspect. We would watch tv and films together and then sometimes, discuss what we saw. But he started to get tired of me soon lol. Because I would argue with him about everything as I started to grow up and learn more and more. I remember once he said that homosexuality was a sick and unnatural propensity and shouldn't be encouraged in a civilized society. I was 15-16. And I took him ON. I might not have even seen an actual gay person in my life till then (or have known they were gay if I had), but I was well read and had seen films about the subject and read articles in magazines etc. And thought about it as much as my inexperienced mind could manage. My take was that it was just wrong to judge people on the basis of whom they chose to love, irrespective of what their sexual orientation was. As long as it was mutually consensual, it was none of anyone's business to poke about. And I gave him the same kind of arguments he would use against those who would judge our community on the basis of where we were born and what our socio political religious status was. That it was a person's basic right to humanity to choose whom they loved, how could he deny that? And he was rendered speechless. He knew he would be deemed a hypocrite if he tried to justify his arguments. He just gave up grudgingly and jokingly told me he had created a monster. Lolol. That was the day and till this day, he hasn't said a word against homosexuality. He still might not entertain it happily but he also doesn't speak negatively about it.

But the difference was, my father is a reasonable man. He will acknowledge logic and reason when he is given it. He will not turn tail or burrow his head in the sand like some sad ignorant ostrich, even though he is from a different generation. He is proud people, but not so egotistical or willingly ignorant that he cannot see facts.

My work takes me to several obscure and underdeveloped, underprivileged communities where I am obliged to talk about issues that carry a lot of taboo. Women's health for example. It's not easy to carry on these conversations in such an environment. And it takes a hell lot of work, for years and years where you even reach a position where you can comfortably talk about these issues that people in developed societies take for granted. I have had people tell me that it's better to underfeed pregnant women for the sake of the child, complementary breastfeeding is not even something they have heard of, or the importance of iron supplements, calcium supplements for older women who perform heavy physical chores day in and day out, the culture of serving the women leftovers of the meal, never men or feeding the men first and the women last, or how the women invariably get the least meaty part of the animal and men get the most meaty parts of an animal in their meals etc etc. It's so normalised, no one questions it, it's unbearably invisibilised because it's part of their culture, it's the norm, it's so engrained in their socio cultural fabric and as a result, their language and extended notions, no one thinks it's abnormal or unusual. These narratives are just there, have been there for centuries and no one wants to find faults with it, everyone in their society is conditioned to follow the same narrative, how can you even question a narrative you don't even know can possibly be wrong? You think the world was designed to be beneficial for women or gay people? Any deviation to the norm or that threatens the existing foundation of this problematic narrative is never encouraged, only discouraged. Communities and groups with shared interests shy away from upsetting the established order, the existing equilibrium. It's quite a natural tendency for humans. Avoid chaos and uncertainty and follow the preexisting notions till the cows come home no matter how counterproductive and harmful they are.

Now replace this issue with homosexuality. How can you question the heteronormative agenda/narrative if you don't see anything wrong with it, how non-inclusive and straight-jacketed it is? How do you even begin to understand that a heteronormative society is harmful and undermines the rights of LGBTQ+ members of its community? Me and my team along with other collaborators have had to develop smart communication strategies to counter these narratives and it takes time, money and a hell lot of drive, effort and commitment. So I know from experience that it is not a simple matter of defining the whole thing in binaries, in black and white terms. It's much more complex than that. It takes a hell lot of effort to single out the underlying problems and prejudices that invariably guide these narratives and focus on them to break these narratives, one prejudiced notion at a time.

And when it comes to sexuality, I can see and feel these complexities in the story of Naruto. There is a proper overarching dialectic where the characters of Naruto and Sasuke go through the whole dilemma of defining this relationship. Sasuke keeps asking Naruto why does he keep getting in his way, being unable to find Naruto's over the top actions and words justified with the names he gives to their relationship. Sasuke gets frustrated, he is displeased, he is dissatisfied. How do the antis explain that away? It's not even an isolated incident, it's there throughfuckingout, a very crucial part of the narrative and their own characterisation. If it weren't important or significant, why would it be there? Why would Kishi so painstakingly put it there? What does this signify? What was his intent? If they were just brothers, why would it even be necessary? What brothers ask each other these questions? Where have these antis seen it? Well, they haven't. Because it doesn't exist. Like I said, it's counterproductive. No intelligent storyteller would do it, it's damn stupid and unnecessary. With all this, Kishi meant to portray that Naruto and Sasuke were NOT brothers, they were never meant to be. What would even be the point of writing Sasuke and Naruto as gay? Why would all the scenes of Naruto's sexuality be so layered? Why would Kishi show Sasuke rejecting women over and over again and not allowing them actions or gestures that he allows Naruto so naturally and willingly and even wantonly? Why would he get so annoyed at women flirting with him but then, act like some flirtatious femme fatale with an oblivious Naruto? And why would Naruto be shown as harping about Sasuke's looks again and again when he would be pointedly shown as not reacting to Sakura's looks or Hinata's looks like a straight dude? Why would both these characters deviate from the typical portrayal of straight dudes in media, very much inspired by real life people, and act as someone who is not interested in the opposite sex? Why? Why would Kishi do all this? To portray them as brothers? Lol.

No.

To portray them as gay, whether closeted or not. In a genre where he cannot depict them as such directly. But he is a damn good writer and he wanted to facilitate their tragic love story no? It all follows the logic and narrative of this story. All of it. I talk about gay coming of age films all the time and I have listed more than twenty of them already and if you watch them, you would understand what I mean, as you would see the same tropes and narrative devices, of which misunderstanding the romantic feeling for brotherhood is one of the most common one. And it again follows the logic of finding a way to talk about something 'abnormal' in a world that celebrates and glorifies normativity, with terms they already know of even if inaccurate, to try and understand their romantic feelings for each other in a world that simply doesn't allow the space or opportunity of assimilating anything outside of the norm. Naruto and Sasuke are kids, they are inexperienced, they are also the products of their upbringing. It's called characterisation given their existing worldbuilding. Is it any surprise that they also struggle talking about it in direct words? Kishi is a much more intelligent and talented writer than fans give him credit for. But what one doesn't understand or even see, how can they even begin to judge it? You need to be intelligent and sensitive to understand something intelligent and sensitive. I have talked about it in more detail here.

But the fact of the matter is, in the conclusive chapter of this manga which happened to be their resolution, Sasuke got really triggered and asked Naruto point blank what he meant by 'friends', after Naruto tried to distract him because he felt uncomfortable answering this very pregnant and significant question, again insisting that Naruto define this relationship. He MUST. It's important for Sasuke. He needs to understand the nature of Naruto's feelings for him and he wants to hear it from him. He has had enough and he needs to know. He won't be dismissed with some incommensurate term such as friends. It simply doesn't gel with the lengths Naruto goes to, to protect Sasuke, to care for him. So he insists. And what does Naruto say? He is still not able to give it a name. But he also doesn't use the same terms he had used before, hence rejecting them. What impression does it give the reader? That he knows they weren't accurate terms to define his feelings for Sasuke. He could have used the term 'brothers' again, but he didn't. We saw Naruto trying to give all sorts of definitions to his feelings for Sasuke but At The End, he didn't use any of them. He left it undefined. He isn't ready to say it, because it's not that easy, because he is closeted, also because it's shounen. But he explained the underlying feelings. There are different ways to saying I love you, not just the one. His was one of them. The zenith of loving someone. Where you feel hurt when the other does. When the pain of your beloved directly makes you pained. Where you are so connected to someone, it's like your souls are connected and you simply cannot bear the other one's pain because their pain is your own. So you care for them, you are entirely devoted to them, you protect them no matter what the sacrifice, even if it's your own life. Because that's love. It's not meant for everyone. But that's how Naruto is. And that's how Sasuke is too. That's why they were fated. And that's why they were the instrumental duo that finally changed a world that all their predecessors, the ones who imbibed Ashura's and Indra's chakras before them, couldn't do. They were different. They were them. The end of the story culminates in their coming of age. To be able to finally understand things they couldn't before. For both Naruto and Sasuke. This is what their respective journeys led them to. Emotional and sexual coming of age.

And none of this is me making up a story. This IS the narrative. This is the story. And anyone who doesn't have their heads buried in their asses can see it. I won't deny that it's not as direct as these simple minded antis would like to see. But it's not that indirect either. And if they were a little more open minded and honest with themselves, they would be able to see it too.

#ask #naruto #sasuke #sns #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #narusasu #sasunaru

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angelique-of-the-volturi-guard · 1 year

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Important Life Update

Today is a very special day. Some of you guys on here know me really well and you know that my home life has never been spectacular with my Dad and Uncle fighting each other all of the time. And you also know that my Uncle passed away in January. For those of you who don't know: My Dad and Uncle would fight a lot. My uncle basically took care of the house while my dad would tell him what to do. And my uncle, being sick of doing all of that stuff (everything from cleaning, making meals, and taking care of our disabled dog who also passed in January, to doing work around the house like repairs and what not) would take a lot of the anger out on me. Ever since my Uncle's passing my Dad has really turned a corner and has become a much happier and better person, who angers a lot less and is doing a lot more around the house. And recently I started with a new therapist who made me aware of how much I have taken on that wasn't mine to bear. And I realized that my Dad didn't know the truth about what happened with my uncle a lot of the time. So this morning I made the decision to talk to him about it. And it went far better than I could have imagined. He understood why my uncle would do what he did, but he pointed out that a lot of it was just my uncle being cruel. And if he had known about it, he would have made sure to get him out of the house and made sure my suffering was over sooner. Where I feared his anger, I was met with understanding and the reassurance that I was loved, that he would have never condoned that behavior from my Uncle, and that I was nothing like what my uncle said I was. I wasn't stupid or dumb for not understanding how to do things. I just learned differently. The level of relief I feel at this is indescribable. After over twenty years of carrying burdens that weren't mine, I have finally gotten the truth out, and I don't feel like I have to hide anymore. I finally have the chance to be myself without shame or judgement. The sense of freedom I have right now is so big I can't even describe it. Finally, there is peace inside of me where there was only turmoil before. I now understand why I held out hope for change for all these years, and it was because I wanted to believe a day like this could exist. And now, after so long of being patient, it's here. I know not everyone will get a happy ending like this in their homes- and even then the happiness is somewhat tainted because I couldn't experience this kind of harmony while my uncle and other dog were still here. But today was a huge victory, and I feel very happy and excited for the future for perhaps the first time in my life. I know not everyone will get a chance like this one, and I'm the first to say I'm blessed to have been able to see it. Today is the start of something new and beautiful, and I chose to share it with you, Tumblr. Because I wanted to celebrate it. So thank you guys- all of you who listened to my struggles and cared about me. I'm specifically looking at you @kingofdarkness00 and @multifandomfix. You guys put up with my complaints, encouraged me when I was down, and gave me hope for a better future. And now, that future is here. So thank you, all of you, for sticking with me. Cheers to new beginnings, and a brighter future! 🥂

#mun post #out of guard #TW abuse #Celebrations #new beginnings #It's a good day today #I am very hopeful and excited

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pbandjesse · 1 year

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After many hours of work, I have finished reorganizing the studio! I am very sneezy. But I am so glad I did it.

Today was honestly a great day. I slept okay last night. Getting up was hard. But I did and felt pretty good.

I got dressed and had leftover chipotle for breakfast. I had some crackers. And then I got all my stuff together to go to the armory.

I drove down there and thought about stopping at Walgreens to get my prescription but then I remembered the aren't open on the weekend. Annoying. But that is fine. I got to the armory and waited for Jess to get there.

When she did we went to get the snacks she got for the workshop participants. Very big bags of popcorn. I even got one to take home.

We got upstairs and got everything set up and I felt really good about the project.

I love teaching sewing. And we were learning three basic stitches. And then a satin stitch for a few that wanted to fill in spaces. We ended up having two kids, one teen, and threw adults participate. And it was so fun!!

I got to show off my coat. And I loved talking to the kids about their ideas. The teen volunteer is really into making and showed me the adorable stuff she makes. We talked about projects and how to store them. And how to get materials. I am glad I was able to share the best places to get cheap and cost effective materials. I also got to spend time organizing my thread. Jessica helped by sorting the blue box so it'll be easier to wrap later. It was a productive class all around.

Everyone was having so much fun that we ended up staying an extra half hour. I encouraged everyone to take thread to finish their projects and to keep their hoops and needles. Some returned the needles though and that is just fine. They all said they are.coming back next week. I hope they do!!

We cleaned up pretty quickly. And then I was off. Back to the house to get back to cleaning the studio.

It was embarrassing how much stuff was in the living room. But I needed the space to be able to sort and clean. Mr Will came over and I told him not to laugh at me but he said I was doing good. And that he has ordered the new door and it'll be here soon.

Besides a few little breaks, I worked on the studio from 1245 until 730. Basically the entire afternoon. I did take an hour breakfast for dinner. But besides that it was just. Sorting. And finding spaces on the shelves. Throwing away trash. Sorting paper. Pulling out my art and putting it in a portfolio case. Just really digging in and trying hard to make the space more conducive to finding the materials I needed.

I also filled three bags of stuff to donate. And 4 1/2 Rubbermaid totes to bring to puhtok.

When James got home they would help me fold all of our sheets and extra blankets and bedding. Then we chose a few to donate. I also moved some trunks around. And really made some space and feel so good about it.

I also kicked up a ton of dust. So tomorrow I will do more actual cleaning. But in the mean time I did sweep a lot of little bits of fabric and trash. James put our couch cushions in trash bags so we could store them in the fire place since I got the box out of there and consolidated that stuff that was in there. And I just feel like we accomplished so much.

We took a little dinner break. Cuddled on the couch. My dad called as I was putting away the last few things. We talked for a half hour it was really nice to hear him sound so strong he starts intense physical therapy soon. And it going to hopefully relearn to drive. I am proud of him.

And once I was totally done everything I could do I went and took a bubble bath.

Which made me feel great. I did a face mask. My skin feels so soft. And now I am in bed. James made me a sandwich. I am sipping juice. I am very ready to go to sleep.

I have the next two days off. And I hope to do my knitting and finish my last crochet squares so I can start attaching them this week. I hope you all have a great night tonight. Sleep well my friends. I love you!

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redemptioninterlude · 2 years

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[ NEEDED ]: dakota & rue

letter prompts ( accepting ) + @tucuerpo // dakota [ NEEDED ]: a letter that the writer wrote for the recipient after learning of their recent struggles in their personal life, and which contains uplifting words of encouragement, support and other things they feel they should hear to help them through.

hey -

things have been kind of crazy lately, haven’t they? like i know you’re thrown, after your mom got it touch. that kind of shit out of the blue could make anybody’s eyes roll to the back of their heads but i know like... there’s some complicated history between you and her. and i know we said some really big words when you told me but like i don’t want any of that shit to overshadow what i know is a pretty hard time for you at the same time so i thought i’d write all of this out just to get my head straight, because you know, i’m a fucking mess.

you know i always grew up with this like... idea. that family was everything. it’s kinda part of why i took things so hard with my dad, because he was sort of the glue that kept everyone together. this like, perfect, selfless person. but i know not everyone’s families are like that. sometimes it isn’t like the idea of family at all. i say that because, in knowing you, in being with you, in loving you, i’m getting to know that family is also about the people we chose to be in it. the people who are there for us and support us and make us feel like we can do fucking anything we want to. what i’m trying to say is that, you’re also part of the family i choose and, maybe, and i hope, i can be that for you too. because you deserve a family where you can feel at peace with.

so i want you to know, without like, any fucking room for doubt - i love you. and i’m here for you, whenever you’re ready. we’re stuck together now! because i can’t even fucking picture my life without you anymore.

talk to you soon, okay? - rue

#tucuerpo #❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ drugs are kind of cool !#❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ everything feels so permanent !

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leanatulipa · 1 month

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Episode 2 of Gossip Girl and my mindless rants about it. I do love our narrator. She’s fun and in a way satirically portrays the melodramatic “issues” of the upper class.

- Dan checking on his baby sister awww.

- I hope she does learn from the experience but also I hope it doesn’t destroy her ability to trust like that does to most people.

- Dan is so damn awkward and Serena is just here for the ride. It’s adorable.

- AW ERIC AND SERENA TALKING ABOUT IT. I’m loving the sibling bonding moments talking about the date. This whole sequence is so fun I’m enjoying it.

- Jen encouraging her brother omg my heart. They’re the best

- I will NEVER get enough of Eric. He’s the best.

- I still feel nothing for Nate. And Blair is annoying. She’s everything wrong with women in the world like why the hell does she insist on talking shit and holding a grudge over something that happened PRE RELATIONSHIP. Pre relationship and Serena isn’t interested in him. She’s just what makes being a girl miserable. She excludes people, she’s rude, vengeful, and just all around not a critical thinker tbh.

- I love how much Dan is trying to support Jen after what happened. He’s really concerned and it’s so nice how he’s trying to be understanding.

- I love Gossip girl. She makes these dramatic ass privileged ass teens look like idiots and it brings me joy.

- Mom can suck my dick. She’s your average rich white woman who cares not for her kids but her reputation and money

- i worry about how this show portrays women though. We’ve got a tally of Serena and Jen being cool though!!! I’m hoping we get more.

- ITS JUST CLICKING. NATE CHEATED ON BLAIR WITH SERENA. WHY DIDNT BLAIR DUMP HIS ASS THEN AND THERE HOLY SHIT AND SHES TAKING IT OUT ON HER FRIEND???? Like valid anger at the both of them but WHY ARE THEY STILL TOGETHER???

- Mom is gross. We hate Mom.

- See when guys don’t like each other they just don’t talk.

- I can’t believe Blair is getting so pissy with Serena and she’s not even telling her why. You could at least talk to her and maybe end the friendship so she’s not chasing after you.

- GIRL THIS IS HIS FAULT. WHY THE FUCK ARE YALL RUNNING AROUND EACH OTHER JUST STOP BEING FRIENDS AND IGNORW THE OTHER PERSON ugh they bother me.

- Blair I swear to god if you manipulate this poor girl. While she’s vulnerable after such an attack and to get back at someone who YOU SHOULD NOT INTERACT WITH.

- Mom is so obsessed with money I swear

- Dad is right Dan is perfect for Serena

- how dare you attempt to poison this sweet baby’s mind

- Chuck you DESERVED that punch and you have no right to be angry at Dan for protecting his sister.

- I don’t trust Blair around Jen at all

- oh no she’s gonna turn poor Jen on Serena for no reason WITH THE DRESS DAMMIT this poor girl.

- Excuse you do not defend Chuck. Hey fyi DO NOT defend predators for ANY reason. It doesn’t matter how high class you are those are terrible people and they deserve to rot with their money.

- it’s making me a tad uncomfortable that Dan is always Serena’s out but it works out because clearly she likes him for him. They’re cute though I hope they start having dates a bit more intentionally

- Serena’s brunch dress is awfully ill fitting. I’m tempted to think up a better design because that’s awful.

- DO NOT GO WITH THAT SLEEZEBAG NATE I SWEAR TO GOD

- Oh so his name is Charles. I think he needs to be blackened to char on a spit, thank you. No no I don’t feel bad for him and his gross ass father. He’s a creep and only cares about himself much like his friend.

- For fucks sake what is with girls and throwing themselves at Nate. He’s not worth it at aalll

- oh my fucking god Blair, the world does not revolve around you. Serena’s life doesn’t revolve around you. You don’t get to pick and chose where other people go especially PUBLIC events (well events where she’s invited)

- Blair for fucks sakes LEAVE HIM and Serena needs to leave both of these bastards in the dust.

- everyone in this show should be like Dan and mind their own business.

- Dude Serena just needs to tell Dan herself. Aaand now it’s all blown up because Blair and Chuck are instigators who can’t get over a grudge and Nate is a fucking manipulative cretin.

- I still think Serena is a good person. At least I think she’s trying to be a good person. Her problem is opening up. Dan is a good person and continues to be, poor guy just got wrapped up

- “This world is crazy” NO YOU RICH PEOPLE JUST CRAVE SUFFERING TO FEEL A PART OF SOMETHING INSTEAD OF ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGING THE SUFFERING YOU ACTIVELY FUCKING CAUSE. You manifest and create random problems instead of acknowledging real ones and fucking doing something with your lives. There’s no fun in your life because you won’t get your fucking hands dirty.

- Jen do not become like Blair. I know that’s the foreshadowing but she’s such a gross person. I still have hope for Jenny though.

#xoxo gossip girl #gossip girl #episode 2 #eat the rich #i hate rich people #I will choke down this show though now I’m committed #and it’s a free chance to ramble about politics #i’ll take it #love the narrator though

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shelivesingalaxies · 2 months

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If you focus on the trivial, you lose time to spend on the heavy.

So I've learned to focus on the trivial.

I've got no time for regrets or resentments.

I already begged for help but did not get the response that could have helped, so I stopped. There's no use.

I've still got to do what they won't. Provide for them. Take care of them. Motivate and try as much as I can to encourage them to live better lives. To live braver. To love themselves more.

If this is the purpose of my life then at least I know I keep working on it.

To complain or talk about the struggles of another person...not an option cause there's no one to talk to yet. Talking and complaining would also just probably make it harder for myself. So no point on that.

And if there is no more time for my own happiness...no more time to find the place where I could find love and be happy, just know that I did my best for them.

Other parents...other brothers...they live their own lives...Mine chose themselves at the expense of me.

And I ended up choosing them over mine too. But who is to blame? I made the choice anyway. So no, I don't have the right to resent. I'm no better than them.

I just...I just breathe. And live once in a while.

Once in a while (like now as I write), I find my own self in between the words I bleed on.

I hope no one would read them. I have no room for judgment. I hope no one would judge them too. I love them.

I think every person just makes the choice to live with something that they feel they can bear longer. Every choice has its own weight and heavy baggage anyway.

And I chose staying rather than leaving. I chose enduring with them rather than succeeding alone. I chose a future trying to better them and my own condition. It isn't so bad. It just gets very lonely at times.

I wish I could go and see places too. I wish I had money to spend on myself. But what I save, I like to spend and save for them. I don't know how long I could live. I don't want to waste my efforts like I used to feel dad did. He'd worked and worked and gave many to others, that he died without much saving left for us. And in the end, those others (his own blood relatives) even made things harder for us. Karma will get them right on time, of that I am sure.

But as for me...I persevere. In this life, I persevere.

Maybe that's enough.

#musings

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kcnrqz · 8 months

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ESSAY

From Shame To Pride

Published in Celebrating Hope After Storm, The Indiependent Collective, May 2023

The first time another girl held my hand, I felt this wave of nausea wash over me, like I wanted to throw up. It was different from holding hands with my best friends—it was electric, and I knew it in my gut. I finally understood what it meant to have butterflies in my stomach, because it felt exactly that way. I felt kilig and excitement, but also confusion, guilt, and shame all at the same time.

I was sixteen then. Being a pastor's kid, I grew up in the church. During that time I was already part of a ministry and was leading worship services. I was also graduating from a science high school, always achieving the highest honors throughout my academic career. All my life, I was trying my best to live a straight life according to my beliefs.

From an early age, I believed that homosexuality is a sin, but my feelings left me at a crossroad—like one path leads to a life led by God and the other by sin. I felt so ashamed and guilty that I had a crush on a girl because I was straying away from God. Disgusted with myself, I vowed never to do it again and stay on the right path. I chose my faith.

Until I met another girl when I was nineteen and I fell in love with her. She was an activist and she spoke articulately and compassionately. She inspired me. But then the feelings of disgust, guilt, and shame came flooding once again. I was disappointed with myself because I couldn't keep my promise to the Lord. I felt unworthy of serving Him because I was soiled with sin.

It was the onset of my depression. I stopped attending classes, dragged myself to church, detached myself from my childhood friends. I felt worthless. I was punishing myself. I no longer wanted to live.

My mom noticed the changes in my mood and behavior. She sat me down in a heart-to-heart talk and I came out to her. I could see in her eyes that she was heartbroken from what I just told her. I was no longer her perfect child. She prayed for me, and in her prayers she asked the Lord to fix me and forgive me. She encouraged me to do the same, so that the Lord would help me get through "this phase." Then she told me not to tell my dad about this because we wouldn't know how he would react.

I wished to stop existing that day. I wasn't expecting that she would accept me right then and there, but I suppose I had hoped for a better reaction. I never saw her that sad my whole life and it broke me even more. I felt so alone.

The only ray of sunshine for me in what seemed to be months of darkness was whenever I would see the girl I had fallen in love with in college. She was what got me through attending classes that semester. I even joined her organization in hopes of having more time to spend with her. But to my disappointment, I found out that she already had a girlfriend. Of course I was heartbroken. But still, I was able to find love. It may not be from her, but I was lucky to have joined an organization where I found a family in the university—people who were open and understanding, who listened and empathized with me, who supported me in my struggle of finding myself. With them, there was no condemnation or judgment. I felt safe and that I no longer needed to lie or hide.

Because of them, I learned to be critical. I started to challenge the beliefs I held since I was young. I read and learned about sexuality, gender identity, and politics. I explored books, films, series, internet articles, whatever materials I could gather. I joined educational discussions, mobilizations, community integrations, and because of all of that I realized that I wasn't alone in my struggle, that there were many others like me who have been through the same situation, that my struggle with my identity was intersectional with the struggles of the marginalized in our society. That gave me a sense of belonging and a newfound purpose.

I shifted to another course. From taking up a pre-med course, I discovered my passion for the arts. If there was one thing I have learned from the church that stuck with me, it was being compassionate. I learned that I can make a difference in people's lives through art and other means. I finally thrived in college—my grades were good, I joined different organizations, began hosting a local radio program, became part of the student council, and eventually even had a girlfriend.

My friends also urged me to seek professional help for my mental health, and I finally did. Therapy taught me how to process my thoughts and emotions and how to understand myself more. I developed a greater sense of self-compassion while recovering from the trauma caused by my family, church, and internal homophobia.

It was a long road to finally accept myself for who I am. Breaking away from old ideas was a painful process because it was like chipping away parts of my old self to give way for growth. My recovery journey was an arduous one, like climbing the mountains with complex terrains, full of ridges and valleys and plateaus.

I can say that I am in a much better place now. I have learned to be kinder and more patient with myself and I have a loving partner (and a baby dog!), supportive friends, and a community that embraces me for who I am.

My parents are still conservative and in denial of my identity, but that's a battle for another day. I still go to church, mainly just to appease them and so that people won't talk behind their backs. However, I no longer let it affect me because I am confident and proud of what I have become.

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softyarnball · 2 years

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Confucianism runs deep

My dad is always frustrated with how my mom’s side treats him. As you all know, he chooses and remains a lowly public worker all his life. Now I can find the answers in the outdated Confucianism.

On my mother’s side, my grandma is the oldest daughter in the family. She had to leave school when she just finished Primary school because my great grandparents were so poor that they cannot support all the 5 kids they had. Or at least I am told so. And read so in my grandma’s family’s book.

Currently, I just found out that my great grandparents were not too poor. My grandpa had a pretty well-paid job in Shell, the oil and gas company. That company was pretty generous that all his kids could go to pre-K there. But not all his kids went. Only the son, my grand uncle. Now that I know that, it could be that in order for my grand uncle to have a proper education, my grandma was cut from it and be little Cinderella in the kitchen. The next siblings, my grand aunts were able to go to college, too. The last one was married to a wealthy family so she never has to know what labor is.

My great grandparents’ decision cruelly put my grandma in the very bottom of the Confucian ladder: the trader, while her three other siblings were the educated. That did not only affect her ability to marry into a good household, but also affect her children’s lives. My mom was a bright kid. She could talk when she was 8 months old; she got into the best class of the school (think advance placement). Her friends were all from the educated class. But she chose trade over education, because she saw how trade helped my grandma out financially (my grandma is a single mom). No one encouraged her to go to college whatsoever. What could my grandma know?

Of course, lives of my grandma’s siblings’ children were much much better in terms of education. Except for one, all of my mom’s cousins whose parents were college educated did go to college. That’s why they considered themselves the elite, the learned, the higher class. In fact, as I mention earlier, they’re just some mediocre people with sheer luck and privilege. All went very well, until I came along. Then my first cousin. Then my brother.

We all went to the best middle school in the city, then the best high school in the South, attending colleges that I doubt that my grand aunts and grand uncle’ grand kids can ever go to. My brother’s college is not so much but he’s trying hard. That’s a story for another time. Only my grandma’s grandkids can do these kinds of stuff.

My self-claimed elite relatives always look down on my grandma’s family. They didn’t think high of me and my cousin until the moment we broke all records. Now thinking back, I learned about all of the contempt from that side of the family from my dad. I have never experienced that, because they are afraid of me, because I could be the higher class. My dad is so naive not to see all of this Confucian crap they’ve been drugged on for decades.

My cousin, my brother, and I should be thankful that we are from the trade-farmer family (my dad is from a farmer family). We should be thankful that we know the hardship, the struggle of being the firsts and strive to be the bests without much parental academic guidance. More than that, this family teaches me to like money. I like new clothes and nice dinner. Thus, I chose Trade. My college, which is specialized in business, actually has “TRADE” in its name lol. My cousin did the same thing. Although he couldn’t go to my college, he also attends a very good one. I felt relieved that he did so because my prestigious college is full of crap. My brother, because of my pressure on my parents, and also because of the budget, is coming to realize the value of money.

Why is that important? Because Confucianism told my second uncles and aunts to pursue science, the science that the Soviet starved their people to death. Now that the scientist second aunts and uncles don’t have much money, they have to rely on their parents, their inheritance for wealth, and sometimes stipends. Well, that’s a little bit unfair considering the income trap in Vietnam, but still, they could have been richer if they were not so contemptuous towards the trade people.

I hope they’ve come to realization now. I often heard them talk trash about their children’s in-laws. Too poor. Too low-class. Even better, too contemptuous. lololol. That made my dad and me laugh so hard. Of course, my marriage prospective is also better than the ‘scientists.’ After all, I am indeed the one who has access to the elite class. Same holds for my cousin and brother. We all were/are friends with someone who is extremely rich/educated/highest class of all the class. We didn’t care too much tho. We are comfortable with who we are. America even teaches us to be proud of being the first generation. Thanks, America!

Sexism in Confucianism

Women must obey their father. Once gets married, obey their husbands. Once husband dies, obey their son(s).

Daughters are not the family’s daughters. They are their in-laws’ daughters.

Classism in Confucianism

The Confucian Vietnam considers the five classes in order of preference: the educated (madarins, poets, novelists, scientists, etc.), the farmers, the factory/corporate workers (I cannot find a better word), and the trade people.

#ironyinmyfamily #misogyny #sexism #classism

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Hi! Can I get brothers hcs reacting to MC having tattoos

@assasinofkda Thank you for the ask!! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to do this, Life, ya know? lol It kinda turned into more than just their opinions? my bad lol Hope you enjoy!! But I’m sorry if it’s shit lmao

Warnings: implied seggs, being thirsty, swearing

Lucifer

I think he would be the most uptight about it, tbh.

Kinda a “dad” about it

“ThAt’Ll Be StUcK wItH yOu FoReVeR.”

However, I don’t think he’d judge you, or think less of you in any way. It’s your life.

He’d be more in favor of small, easily hidden tattoos, or those that have special meaning

If it’s a “cum slut” tramp stamp, you’ll definitely get a lecture after he tests that statement

I couldn’t see him ever getting one himself unless it was Luci + Dia <3

Would probably try to encourage you to not get anymore, and scowl when you inevitably do lol

Mammon

Like, he’s already putty in your hands, but when he found out about the tattoos?

Aroused “That’s cool, I guess.”

tsundere as always lol

He’d get over it quickly tho and kinda fan girl a little

His human is so badass.

So cool.

So sexy

Tries to convince you to get a “The Great Mammon’s Human” tattoo

shut that shit down lmaoooo

he thought he could be slick and take you on a date to get tattoos together

you picked one out for each other, the design a surprise until it was finished

he chose a chunky chibi crow with a single Grimm in it’s beak, and veeeery familiar sunglasses.

you picked “tsundere” in elegant cursive

still hasn’t fully forgiven you yes he has

Levi

Calls you a normie

But lasts .5689 seconds before gushing about how cool it is that you have tattoos and how pretty they are

16842% will explode if any of them are anime, manga or game related.

He’d for sure get a Ruri-chan half/full sleeve. I will not take criticism on this.

Being The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, you assumed he had to at least have one, right?

Nope.

Snek bby doesn’t do people, or crowds. So sitting in a chair for hours on end with someone in close proximity, trying to make small talk and such seemed like he would rather be Cerberus’ chew toy.

However, if you were to suggest going with him, he wouldn’t think twice about it.

He almost passed out twice lmaooooo

You got Henry and he got The Lord of Shadow

Satan

Absolutely has at least one cat tattoo. No arguments!

Would be impressed if you also had a cat tattoo, or maybe some meaningful book quotes

whatever you have, he will think it’s beautiful

loves the idea of being able to decorate one’s skin with whatever they want, to be whoever they want

because of the whole “my brother rage birthed me” thing

absentmindedly traces the outline of it while he’s reading or when you’re laying together

you get tattoos together

beauty and the beast themed

sadkjfbhalsrhf

Asmo

The one who talked you into getting “cum slut” LMAOOOO

also tests the accuracy of said statement

Doesn’t mind tattoos at all

He has a few himself

None that can be seen in public, but deff a hip tat or lower back

nothing too big or flashy for him, just small and dainty pieces

helps you make sure they stay moisturized

the two of you may or may not have wound up at the tattoo shop after the club one friday night

no one except him will ever see it though

seeing as he’s the only one who sees your-

Beel

This bby

12/10 best boi

Always down for you no matter what

He has a tribal tattoo on his bicep, so he definitely is very interested when he learns you also have tattoos

Thinks they’re beautiful

WIll go with you to appointments for sure

Would even get one with you

You got little matching tattoos of a cheeseburger

Whatever you choose to do with your body, he will support you 100%

and eat anyone who says otherwise

Belphie

Honestly

I can’t really see him really giving a shit either way

If you have them cool

If not, also cool

Won’t judge you either way

Will gladly listen to how and why you got them

Or go with you to an appointment

** BONUS **

Diavolo

Fascinated

Bby boy is so sheltered and never really around anyone excpet the same demons he’s been around for centuries

So when he found out you had tattoos he was intrigued

would sit and listen, with big shiny puppy eyes as you told him the stories of getting said tattoos and their meanings/what they mean to you

Would suggest getting matching tattoos

Barbatos tried to reel him, advising him that something as such could have a negative effect on how his subjects and other Nobles view him.

Dia didn’t hear a word lmaoooo

All he could think about was sharing something like this with you.

You both got tiny crowns

Barb was P I S S E D

straight up gave him a Luci style lecture lmfao

Barbatos

Doesn’t mind

thinks you’re lovely no matter what you do

his background in-game is still pretty mysterious but I hc that he has like one

probably tribal, kinda big, going from his bicep, across his shoulder and stopping along his spine

lord have mercy

something about him going on about his duties as a butler when there’s serious ink underneath that long sleeve button up? So proper, yet bad?

;sdhgkvjhiu

hold on

*thirsty ass creeper breathing*

we now return to your originally scheduled programming :)

I feel like he got it back in the day

like a young and dumb kinda thing, maybe even rebelling a little

hasn’t gotten anymore, and doesn’t have a desire to

doesn’t mind if you do

will go with you, or help you take care of the healing process

Solomon

I hc that nearly everything under his clothes is covered in tattoos, or what would be the pact marks of his demons, and some from sorcery shiz.

so he’s 100% cool with you being tattooed

would be down to get one with you

easily talked you into getting the Prince Lucifer and Princess Diavolo chat stickers

;ouishdfkj;ns

lmaooo

he so would

lucifer was so pissed and Diavolo was overjoyed and couldn’t stop laughing

Simeon

Angel in every sense of the word

loves you no matter what

he cant have any

body is a temple and all that

but he does love them

thinks they're beautiful

Would probably prefer quotes from literature, or those with special meaning.

flower tattoos too

Also a fan of little whimsical tattoos.

A zipper tattooed on a scar from an old surgery?

Hilarious!

although he can’t get one, you got a little halo tattoo

he teared up a little at the gesture

Luke

I was wrong

Luke is definitely more uptight about it than Lucifer loool

Gasps when he first sees it/them

“MC! What is that?!” He shrieks

“A tattoo?”

Luke.holybrain.exe has stopped working

Probably lectures you worse than Luci

May or may not hit you with a Bible

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me headcanons #lucifer #mammon #levi #leviathan #satan #asmo #asmodeus #beel #beelzebub #belphie #belphegor #tattoos

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