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creation-help · 1 year

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Miscellaneous character design tips (that everyone could find useful)

- Feathers in hair, behind the ear, on the head, in some headress ect? Just don't. Unless you're indigenous I strongly, strongly advise against it, bc native people have criticized this design trope time and time again. Accessories and clothing like this can be very difficult to get right if you don't know what you're doing.

• Also! W*ndigos. Don't. If you wanna design a character that "looks like" (or is what you imagine when you think of a) W*ndigo, just. Design a character that looks like that and call it some other monster (Disclaimer: I'm mainly talking about things like those skull headed monsters with antlers ykno). These creatures have alot of deep meaning to the cultures they're from, and people are tired of them being appropriated and misrepresented. It will cost you nothing to just make a generic monster rather than butcher something from a marginalized culture. (Also, I've censored the word because in the past I've been told that using it's name is bad luck/harmful, so I'm doing this to be respectful)

(Natives/indigenous people are welcome to add on discussion about this if you feel like there's anything I could've said differently)

- Unless your character design is meant to be flexible, up to artist interpretation, or just messy, place patterns and decorative characteristics on distinct, memorable places. For example if your character has spots, put the most notable ones on places that're easy to remember and replicate, like on particular body parts. I'd also advise to make just a bit less of these patterns. Generally, if you're not aiming for a cluttered looking design, prioritize quality over quantity, when it comes to patterns.

- A character design's intent is just as important as the actual character design. You'll see me mentioning this on the previous point as well. Unless we're talking about offensive caricatures, there's teeechnically no such thing as a "bad" character design. Just rather a failed or unsuccessful one. What I mean by that, is that if your design is meant to look cliche, tacky, messy, or just plain unappealing, and it looks like such, that is a successful design! If you designed a character just to be something fun for you to draw, that's a successful design! I often see this point applied more professionally by other art advisors, to mean more like "You should be able to tell what kind of character it is based on the design", which is also true! But intent and purpose matters in storytelling. Obviously, not all aspects of a design need to be there for some very specific reason (looking at the people who ask "Why was this character made fat/gnc/black/poc?" and so on.) just keep in mind what this character is supposed to be. I think it's better to worry about if the character design does what it's supposed to, rather than if it's ""Good""

(And yeah, there are still things that just objectively don't look very good together, according to human perspective and color theory and whatnot, but again, if you're aiming for that, you go buddy!)

- Sorta coinciding with the previous point: Don't be afraid to use "ugly" traits when designing. I think the reason why is obvious (beauty standards can go suck a dick), but there's more to it than just radical acceptance! By giving more unique, weird, or "ugly" traits to your characters, you make them more memorable and distinct from one another. If there's a billion smooth faced perfect pretty characters who are the exact same kind of flavorless vanilla sexy, it gets boring, and they blend together! And please don't limit these traits to just villains or characters who are supposed to be disliked!! My other advice on this point, is, pllllease don't design villains "ugly" and heroes "pretty", I feel like that should be a given, but alot of people may be doing it without even realizing. And that's understandable, but I heartily recommend taking a second to think about it more deeply. Why is this visual trait "Bad", or "Evil"? I just feel like so many artists are deathly afraid of having their characters look the least bit unappealing or challenging. I could go on about this but I'll stop here to keep it concise. Don't beauty police your oc is all I'm sayin

- Reference! I don't necessarily mean take inspiration from other existing character designs, although that can also be helpful. I mean that look around you, think broadly! If you have a certain theme for your design, try to round up all the little things (items, concepts, colors, animals, traits) that could be associated with it! And try to reflect that in your character design. You can get a little wacky and experimental. You can literally just broaden your inspiration to things like everyday objects, a specific fabric texture, an element, or a fungi that lives in moldy houses. Anything! My main point is to try to think outside the box and consider more unconventional things to reference for your character design, you'll never know what might work and look really interesting. Often, a bland design is worse than a weird one. (Disclaimer: Unless you're aiming for bland ofc, per my prev points, but ykno). You can also just go by "Hmm, I'm making a character who is X, what does that remind me of?" or, what I also recommend "Hmm, so X kinds of characters remind me of these things. Let's ditch that and think what one usually wouldn't associate with X kinds of characters!". Ykno, defy convention, think about things you might not usually do. I know it can be easier said than done but once you get into a habit of trying to think more broadly, it'll come to you easier. Don't be afraid to get odd and unusual

- While I don't condemn designing a character in a way that just, is that way, because you designed it like that, I also recommend thinking about how and why the character is like that in-story. Might seem like an obvious tip, but I'll elaborate. I for example, have a pair of bug demon characters who grew up on the streets and didn't have the normal amount of nourishment for their age, so, due to that their mouth pincers and other buggy parts were left much smaller and more "plain" looking than others of their species. They never developed to their appropriate adult size. Things like this will reflect on a character design! And that's just one example. If your character has a habit of nervous picking, or sensory problems, or live in an area where certain resources for clothing aren't available, all of this will reflect on the design! Of course, you can also work backwards from a design and think "Hmm, what justification will I think of for the character having these traits (especially if they're uncommon for their story setting)?"

I may do a part 2 sometime later, I just had some thoughts I wanted to compile for now! Obviously you can have your own design principles but these are ones I consistently use (also the first one being as specific as it is, is just something I particularly wanted to say).

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mrs-monaghan · 10 months

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This ask got me thinking:

https://www.tumblr.com/smokingtiger/720038326922526720/i-really-liked-your-post-about-shipping-and-i-feel?source=share

To summarize it, they question the veracity of the infamous Dispatch 2017 list, where Jimin and Jungkook's names were listed along with other couples that confirmed dating and some are even married... They talk about the possibility of it being photoshopped since armies did that before in the past.

But like, if it was indeed photoshopped, wouldn't someone have found the original list by now? I'm pretty sure dumbass Taekookers must have tried to debunk it and see if they could prove that it was a photoshopped list, but no one ever found anything to debunk that list.

I mean, I've seen a lot of fake dispatch pictures of Jungkook, they even photoshopped girls next to JK and just photoshopped the dispatch logo there and it low-key looks REAL, but I was still able to find the original picture really EASILY, so, wouldn't someone have found the original list?

Shaz, humor me for a second, because I analyzed the fuck out of that picture and, to me, it's real.

First of all, it's a hard picture to Photoshop and make it seem real, since the names are so close to each other, the height between the lines is very short. I'm good at Photoshop, I work with it, so I can tell if a photo has been modified instantly. I don't see anything photoshopped in the picture of the list.

The picture of the list isn't HD. It's very low quality, and it's a little blurry, all the names are blurry and also LQ. If you tried to erase the "original" name and place Jungkook's and Jimin's over it, the quality of the old, low-qualily font and the brand new font wouldn't match. Even if they did manage to find the exact same font, it'd still be quite obvious that something new was written on an old picture. It would stand out. This doesn't take a genius to notice.

Second of all: there's the issue with the color of the background of the picture and the lighting. Even if they managed to successfully cut the names out, there still would be the issue of reproducing the color of the background and the differences in shade due to the lightening exactly the same, and while some people manage to get close, it's never perfect. I can ALWAYS tell something was removed and they tried to "paint" the background back, because the shades change under the light.

It's like taking a picture of the sky and there's some bird there you don't want. You'll erase him out, blur the parts where it looks different, and it'll look like he was never there. But to people who know Photoshop, they'll see the difference in texture and the shade, the lighting.

As an example of this, the pictures I mentioned of Jungkook with girls photoshopped next to him were very easy for me to see the photoshopping. The girls were blurrier/a lot more LQ than Jungkook, and it doesn't make sense, if they're in the same picture, together, then why would her image be low quality and his image look sharper? This is what I'm talking about when I talk about the stark difference there would be if they tried to erase the low quality name and put something else over it.

I hope you read this, even if you delete it and decide not to answer, bc the list, to me, it's Jikook's biggest proof.

I am blocked by this person but I think I know what list you're talking about. Jikook is real my dear. They've always been real. But instead of wasting my time denying them I choose to celebrate their love and just enjoy their moments and hope that they'll always be happy.

Jimin and Jungkook love eo, are together and have a life together. It is what it is. Antis will never change this fact my dear. It remains what it is...

#ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #jimin and jungkook #jimin #jungkook #kookmin #bts #jikook is real

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weaver-z · 2 years

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I think a lot of the hostility in the discourse surrounding The Q-Slur™ is bc of the conflation between social spaces and political movements

for instance, I initially had a bad reaction to your take on the issue (although I took some time to think about it bc I'm not an animal tyvm) bc I value The Q-Slur™ as effective political rhetoric--a rejection of respectability politics, inclusive to everyone in a way that an unwieldy acronym can't be, simple and concise, etc.

however, I would never call someone The Q-Slur™ if they didn't want to be called that, bc that's rude? like really fucking rude? I'm even avoiding saying it here bc I don't want to stir shit for no good reason

there's a very big difference between how a movement should behave and how a social group should behave. a social group is made up of individuals with individual histories and feelings, but an effective movement can't be made up of individuals; it can only be statistics and icons, because it has to cover as many people as possible

imo, both things are true: it's not okay to demand people use it for themselves, and it's not okay to demand activists stop using it. the pain that The Q-Slur™ brings that makes it so inappropriate for so many social spaces is the exact reason why it's such a good political tool: it's confrontational and unyielding. it makes it clear (1) what we are, (2) what we want, and (3) what we will not concede ("our otherness is based actually" in a single-syllable word!) without making anything softer or cleaner

here's an example of how I personally approach stuff like this: I don't like the lesbian flag all that much (specifically the more-orange one made to replace the lipstick lesbian flag). I think it could be a lot more rooted in lesbian history/symbols instead of just being a pretty collection of colors that looks nice next to the other flags. but, no matter my personal feelings, I would never try to get people to replace it, bc dear lord we need some flag to unite under

(that obviously isn't the same exact situation, I just like allegories)

the Pride+ thing actually felt like a really good compromise to me. as it's a blog on an already p pro-LGBT website, it's a mix of both interpersonal connection and online activism, and wanting it to be as comfy for as many people as possible is entirely valid! go staff go!!

ig my main point in a nutshell is that it's v important to have manners in the vast majority of situations, with one of the main exceptions being when you're fighting for human rights. yeah I think that's it

anyway, I need to log off for a while. go lay down in a field and feel the rain soaking through my clothing. cleanse myself of the internet brainworms. remember that I'm human. hope you have a good one!

Thanks! This is probably the last ask I'll answer about this issue, because for a bunch of people claiming to be super trans-positive and inclusive, some of the people in my inbox really want me to play in traffic.

I also think that the political origins of the reclamation of "queer" are a good point to bring up. "We're here, we're queer" was deliberately chosen because it was a startling, incendiary declaration in the 70s and 80s. And it still is! It's a great rallying cry and wake-up call.

That being said, in a more personal space, yeah, I avoid being called queer for... well, basically every reason I've outlined in these ask answers. Having "THE QUEEREST PLACE ON THE NET" plastered on my blog was, while not triggering, rather uncomfortable for me last pride due to my associations with the word. There is nothing wrong with renaming the blog to "Pride" and using "LGBTQ+" instead of "queer" to describe the userbase, as it includes both queer (Q) people and people who might not identify with that word (LGBT*).

Thanks for taking the time to consider my position! Have a good day.

#ask #cotyledonal #q slur #q word

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wheelercore · 1 year

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First off:

Context of this creel theory are in these posts: x x x

UMMMMM Alice in Henry's version of events directly mentions the word "dream":

Nah bc it's me vs Henry right now and I'm ready to throw hands for the truth.

As she speaks they literally pan over a YELLOW stained window in the background. "Dream" as in Dream A Little Dream (Victor's song, again, about a person who hopes that their lover is thinking of them when they're gone), being associated with a "fairy tale"- with the yellow lighting being associated with dishonesty.

Alice being the one to say this, of course she's being genuine, but as a watcher you know that it's the exact opposite. The usage of words like "dream" and "fairytale" with double meanings: on the surface it's obviously just unbelievably good circumstance but when you go deeper you realize that it's being used here as synonyms with delusion. Why Alice? Why is Alice being chosen as the representation of the dishonesty (again, the yellow lighting and her solid yellow outfit later on) and the (Victor's) delusion?

This isn't the first time theyve used colored lighting to portray subtext, they did the same thing with Victor, the red lighting, and burning baby or the soft reddish yellow lighting when Henry is about to start his murder spree

I think it fairly interesting because we're playing with a lot of perspectives here. We got two recounting of the same event, Victor with his rose tinted glasses on and Henry leaving out crucial details. When it comes to the portrayal of Alice's age, I think there might be some shenanigans going on.

Now look, can the duffers do math? No. Are they consistent? Also no. But 15-14=1 isn't hard and it wouldn't be difficult for them to realize "oh shit we had Victor say he came back from the war 14 years ago but yet we have Alice down on this prop as 15 years old". But yet they deliberately included these details alongside portraying Alice with a much younger actress. Think of s1 Nancy (16) with s1 Mike (12). Now compare that to Alice (15) and Henry (12):

There is a huge difference there. Alice is clearly not meant to be portrayed as 15. Either it's extremely negligent casting or it's intentional.

Now we could wonder why the writers chose to do this, or we could be a little bit less meta and ask: why does the visual representation of Alice look considerably younger than her actual age in Victor and Henry's retelling? We know Henry may be leaving crucial details out about his family (namely Virginia and Alice) and we know for sure that Victor isn't a reliable narrator at all and will straight up imagine things that didn't happen if it meant that his family looked more "perfect" than it was. Edit: fixed some inaccuracies

Well, the thing is, if Alice had been just a year younger she would have been born after Victor came back from the war. 2 years and she would have been conceived and born after he came back. Yeah it's a bit insane, but get what I'm getting at here? It could just be an illusion. Alice looks younger because that's how Victor from his jail cell could deal with the fact that Alice might not have been his, especially after believing for decades his whole family is dead.

Mind you, Victor made himself even more blind. Literally. That's a thing he did. He wanted to be "with his family", but his "family" was never more than playing pretend. Victor will delude himself, as we see repeatedly with the inconsistencies from his version of events compared to Henry's, into doubling down on that lie.

Reminder, one of the few actual voiced lines from Henry's retelling is freaking Alice herself saying that it all looks like a fairy tale and a dream (I believe we don't get these lines in Victor's version of events, but I could be wrong please correct me).

But yet Henry directly exposes all of Victor's inconsistencies with the exception of Alice? Why?

He's deliberately lying about Alice by omission. By being vague about the nature of Virginia's wrongdoings and being vague about how he tormented Alice in particular (because Henry wasn't tormenting his family for fun, he was doing it to show them a side of themselves that was imperfect), he's intentionally leaving out what he's learnt about the two of them. In a meta sense, the writers don't want to reveal to us the truth about Virginia, and by extension Alice, until next season for whatever reason.

When thinking about how Henry phrased his radicalization, he saw his parents for who they really were and it was all a terrible lie.

He deliberately leaves out Alice from that statement. Alice hadn't done anything wrong.

But yet he does torment her. For shits and giggles? We've never seen him do anything for no reason. He does leave her a dead rabbit (was it a baby rabbit? Because my god thats even more on the nose) and give her nightmares. But those scenes are never focused on Alice internally unlike Virginia and Victor, in fact they seem to focus more on them having to comfort Alice, the physical representation of the "sin" that Victor thinks their family is being punished for.

@henrycreeltm tagging you because I feel like I'm going insane because of Alicegate or whatever this should be called and I don't want to be alone. I'm in too deep 😭

#virgina-is-a-ho-gate #idkidk #henry creel #stranger things #virginia creel #victor creel #alice creel #alicegate #i literally was writing this #fell asleep #woke up 8 hours later #and continued writing it. i saw the vidion #*vision

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awesome-opossum-after-hours · 1 year

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so I'm doing a full rewatch of Stranger Things bc my finals for this semester are done SO here's some cool little details I've noticed so far. (part 1, s1 and beginning of s2)

in the first episode, Steve claims himself to be stealthy, "like a ninja" when sneaking into Nancy's room. in season 2, when giving Dustin girl advice, he says "

when Mike is giving El privacy to change in the bathroom, she wants him to leave the door open. they settle on just a crack, perhaps 3 inches?

at first, when the police station thinks that the "kid with the shaved head" on the loose was Will. according to them, they looked similar enough. which, now that they're adoptive siblings, makes me wonder if people in Lenora thought El/Jane and Will were twins?

when El is vanquishing the Demogorgon in the season 1 finale, her pupils get large and her irises turn red.

looking back, I wonder if there's a reason why she had to go to the Upside Down in this case, but not when banishing Henry in the exact same way?

at the end of season 1, right before the Christmas flash forward scene, everyone is waiting for Will to wake up, including the newly non-douchebaggy Steve!

additionally, right after this, we see Hopper reluctantly getting into some fancy government car. I mean I feel like it's obvious what they talk to him about but I still wonder how that conversation went down

in the first episode of s2, when Owens greets Will in the doctor's office, he addresses Hopper as "Pop", to which he doesn't ever correct :)

Mike has what looks to be some of Will's drawings of their DnD characters on the walls of his basement!

joyce also would get nervous when the phone rang, it's possible that the Anniversary Effect was true for her trauma as well, it just got kinda overlooked

one big question I still had, was why didn't the demogorgon eat Will like it (presumably) did with the other people that had gone missing? there has to be some reason, and we also don't get to SEE the demogorgon as it finds him in Castle Byers.

everything that went down in Hawins Middle School in the s1 finale happened on a school night (or possibly a weekend, but not a vacation like s3 or 4). did they clean up the streaks of blood on the floor and the giant portal in their wall somehow? or did eleven fix that?

each of the boys' Ghostbusters costumes are slightly different! if you look at the styles of their shirts, Lucas and Dustin have polos, Will's shirt is a slightly darker color, Mike's is a zipup. a cute little detail that implies they were homemade (same goes for the Proton Packs that all look slightly unique)

when Dustin and Lucas invite Max to go trick or treating, they say that they'd be the best to go with because they know where to find all the full sized candy bars. she replies with, "that's presumptuous of you", to which Dustin wonders is good or bad. this line is repeated later on in the season. but the kicker! in season 4, when going over Max and Lucas's part of the plan and how she'd hide in her happiest memory, Lucas asks if he's involved, to which he gets this same response :)

when asked about his Mindflayer drawing, Will lies and says that it's for one of his stories, which implies that he occasionally writes!

El and Hopper's whole "Word of the Day" thing was adorable and should've been talked about more

according to Billy, them having to move to Hawkins was "Max's fault", but I don't think they ever mention what actually happened. though it could also be wrong, as she blames the move on him

this is super insignificant, but the suit Steve is wearing at the halloween party isn't just black. it's pinstriped. I feel...lied to?

correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't Steve live near Loch Nora? makes sense, Max convinces the party to trick or treat there because she's heard it's where all the rich people lived

speaking of streets, their consistency in location names is really cool! like Kerley, for example, is mentioned here and there in season 1 and again in season 4 when talking about the trailer park.

did Will's "episodes" function in the same way as Vecna's curse? like, were they these spooky visions that he couldn't be snapped out of, until the Mindflayer finally got to him?

the scene at the end of s2 episode 2, with Mike and Will on the couch is directly paralleled at the end of season 4. the first time, Will's opening up about being able to feel the Mindflayer (or we now know is really Vecna), but the second time, he's saying how Vecna is still alive

#stranger things #st1 rewatch #st2 rewatch #details #interesting #duffer brothers #stranger things theory #part 1

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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They met in the rain| Hunter

Note: god I love this one, also RIP grammar I did this on my phone on a farm

Warnings: mentions of basically space pornhub but nothing really explicit, Hunter figuring out what his sexuality is and making very unreasonable conclusions because hes basically scared bc well I do that too

Reader: male

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Hunter stood under the oning. The rain heavy and droplets big. A asortment of marigolds in his hand looking for the girl he was ment to meet, he himself dressed up in polished armour, he didnt have many chlothes to choose from so polished and clean armour seemed the best option.

Yet the more he waited the more disappointed he became, and hour later no one showed up, two hours later still no one. He sighed.

Why?

"Hey! Mind me taking a spot next to you?" A man asked rushing under the oning.

Hunter nodded as the man stood next to him hair once done nice soaked and stuck to his face his chlothes soaked. It was quiet between the two.

"You okay?" Y/n called over the rain.

"Huh?" Hunter questioned, "I'm. Fine."

Y/n frowned, "You don't seem very fine."

Hunter sighed, "date stand you up too?"

Y/n chuckled, "yeah. Yeah he did."

"He?" Hunter questioned Y/n sighed.

"Yeah. He." Y/n spoke, "he was a real smooth talker too."

Hunter let out a low laugh, "seems we had the same problem."

Y/n looked back seeing a bench, sitting himself down Hunter looked back, Y/n patting the spot next to him. Hunter sat down flowers besides him.

"What's your name?" Hunter questioned.

"Y/n." He smiled, "you?"

"Hunter."

Y/n nodded, "you're a clone, a...Sargeant am I correct?"

Hunter looked over at him a bit shocked, "uh, yeah."

"I had a good friend that was a clone. He went missing a while ago. Taught me everything I know today." Y/n spoke.

"What was his name?" Hunter questioned.

"Kix." Y/n spoke.

"You were a republic medic." Hunter responded.

Y/n nodded, "you knew kix?"

"Not much we did one mission together." Hunter admitted, "loyal to his brothers."

Y/n nodded, it becoming silent between the two, Hunter felt good, someone that understood his struggle of being an outside besides him.

"So. When did you start dating guys?" Hunter blurted out causing Y/n's head to turn, "Wait! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that-"

"No. No." Y/n laughed, "its okay. You know Kix asked me that exact way, think it confused him a little bit at first as I was dating a female twilek just before hand,"

"Oh." Hunter spoke quietly, "You...you can date both?"

"Um. Yeah." Y/n spoke, "why not?"

"Dating anybody wasnt really allowed in the GAR. Especially-"

"Within clone ranks. Right." Y/n spoke, "I kind of forget about that stuff sometimes...this was your first date then?"

Hunter nodded, Y/n frowning, stood up on his first date. Wow.

"Right now Im thinking it would of been better to ask you out rather than her." Hunter spoke with a nervous smile but then immediately started to correct himself, "Well! Not- It's not, I"

"Its okay. Really." Y/n smiled, " Dating is hard."

Hunter looked away from him and down at his hands. His mind running through the conversation over and over, Y/n dated a man and a woman, and seemed perfectly happy with it. He felt dirty for even dating a woman, sure clones had...needs, but he had always taken care of them himself. Hunter wouldnt lie, when he had to take care of his needs with a video or two to help. He found himself gazing in a different direction each and every time. It mostly started with females dominating over males, then leaned towards men being well- pegged. He found it okay, it was still a woman and man, just different. Then he had found male on male videos, the idea of someone ontop of him in such a way made his climaxs much more intense the idea of someone grabbing his face and making him look up at him with such deep and mysterious eyes made with a strong grip of a males hand made him go crazy. But well. He had brothers.

What were they going to think? And Omega? That little girl who has his heart, a daughter in his eyes. What would she think? That he was gross? That he was werid? That he would try and advance on his brothers? Unreasonable things had started going through his head. But he always seemed to boil them down to just fantasies. Something that would never have, like a dream. That would be until he seen a man at Cid's bar, sure a girl on each arm a firm grip on there waist as he was obviously wealthy, but that didn't matter, his eyes were a a crazy purple color, his voice was smooth and deep, and well. He...he was mind blowing to Hunter. The man walked up to them, taller than Hunter, and a deep chuckle on his words as he explained the job he wanted done. Hunter luckily managed to cover his red ears with his bandanna and act normal.

Thats not what he wanted, a flirt? Sure a bit. But he wanted a relationship, a loving partner and as cliche as he thought it was he wanted a story book romance. He found himself even more in a pickle when he started looking at both women and men in the same light. Confused and conflicted he shut himself off, any one to advance him for such a relationship or act he turned away or walked away before he could be asked.

But this girl? Man was she the one. She'd come to cids bar to ask just for him, bring the boys the cookies and all, he thought they had something, but he supposed not. Not a comn link chatter, or a woman in sight. Just him and Y/n, sitting on a bench with then rain infront of them.

"Hey? You-"

"Go on a date with me." Hunter blurted out once again, his body even leaning forward toward Y/n in such a way.

Y/n blinked in confusion, "Im. I'm sorry." He laughed a bit out of shock.

Hunter retracted back, Y/n quickly stopping his by grabbing his hand.

"Hey,wait you just shocked me is all. You were all quiet for a mintue there." Y/n told him, Hunter's face and ears red.

"I. Im sorry." Hunter told, he was never this shy, stuttering in such ways.

"Am I your first male date?" Y/n questioned Hunter just nodded Y/n smiling smally.

"I'm honored, and would love to go on a date with you." Y/n smiled, "how about we go now?"

Y/n stood up Hunter's hand in his picking him up to his feet.

"Come on! We can go to a caf shop! Or watch a holo movie!" Y/n tried to pursuade.

"Now?" Hunter questioned.

Y/n nodded, "I think we're both free and dressed for the occasion anyways."

Hunter chuckled, it felt good to laugh and Y/n smiled.

"Yeah. Let's do it."

Y/n smiled, "lets go then! Come on! A new Vemon holo just came out!"

Hunter laughed as they went hand in hand running down the street to tried and pass the rain as quick as possible.

Hunter was glad, he had found someone who made him genuinely happy in such a hard time. Someone that understood him to a degree. Someone as simple as a stranger, and if others didnt like it well, who cared? Many people never cared about clones anyways. Hunter felt safe hand in hand with this man he had met in the rain.

#star wars #the bad batch #star wars: the bad batch #sw: tbb #hunter x you #hunter star wars #hunter x reader #the bad batch hunter #star wars hunter #hunter the bad batch #hunter #hunter x y/n #hunter x male reader #sw x male reader #tbb x male reader #male readers need more fanfic tbh #star wars x male reader #male reader

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jiminrings · 3 years

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honestly i could talk w band!hobi abt numbers all day, like i wouldn't even mind. what are ur thoughts on 27 hobi? i think they a bad bitch. also UM might i request a drabble abt like a film major! yn (that is very enthusiastic abt films and the aesthetics + cinematography and whatnot) w like,,, a theatre kid?? any of ot7 works fine and it's all good if u can't or don't want to! thankyouu 💜

muse of mine

pairing: namjoon x y/n

wordcount: 4k

glimpse: namjoon’s always been a little sensitive to feedback whether it’s positive or negative, y/n’s an endearing type of talker, and smuggled snacks to the theater haven’t ever tasted this sweet :D // gif from pinterest!

notes: i kinda switched it up a lil bit and made them more established in their respective fields bc my mind went berserk on this concept!!! also this is mayhaps my oNLY piece that’s just pure fluff

“27? The number? Hmm. That sounds... sexy.” - band!hobi

this been’s bugging you for the past half hour

this whole experience feels oddly familiar

you’ve been in this theater for half an hour so far to watch this play!!

lmao ur gonna admit RIGHT off the bat that theatre’s definitely not it for you

your slight unfondness for it is deeply-rooted back to university and for four years, you’ve consistently taken dumps on theatre kids even if it’s under your breath

alright it’s possible that you don’t hATE the actual people ( only some of them ;D ) themselves but rather this whole type of cockiness and the “i’m a direct descendant of shakespeare himself. trust me bro. on god” energy that they always seem to exhude

but realistically, maybe this deep-rooted hate stemmed from seokjin

he was the guy you’d share the exact same elective class with him for two straight whole semesters and you’ve been seatmates from time to time

homie took foreign language as an elective?????

the language is korean?????????????????

“wait b-but i — aren’t you — n-no but i really???”

that’s what you first sputtered to him in realization when he took his seat beside you

the two of you have only ever shown each other notes bc the other was dozing off and the occasional sharing of gummy bears that’s already pre-opened to not make any noise

but for some reason, it’s only dawned in you why seokjin’s a god in this class and he answers your questions without even looking at his notes by hALFWAY through the whole semester of foreign language

one day, u are gonna find a way to bodyslam yourself and never recover from it ever again

“mhmm. don’t sweat it, sweetheart. i personally think it’s very don quixote of me to y’know, take something as impractical and amusing as this.”

you snort at his choice of words because honestly!! you barely remember don quixote and jin’s use of it as an adjective jigs up a refresher course on your brain

who was he again??

was he the donkey

.. or are you thinking about shrek again because of your film analysis

you sWEAR there was a donkey in that story

it’s good fun to talk with jin even if he keeps sliding bourgeoisie words here and there and you’re a lil confused with all these references that he makes but that’s okay !!!

atleast even him saying it in a long-winded way that he was like someone from the merchant of somewhere, you know now that he pretty-pleased and charmed his way to the registrar for him to take korean as an elective

...

two weeks later, jin sits next to you in class

in ACTUAL non-elective, non-native language he already speaks class

now that you’re squinting a bit more, jin does look a little uh?? different

his hair that was once a hybrid of lavender and peach and pink and then blonde was now wholly black and it’s probably his original hair color because it matches with those eyebrows of his!!!

his combo of a black bomber jacket with a silk button-up underneath honestly SLAPS and it makes you forget how he used to exclusively wear only knitted shirts and argyle-patterned cardigans

you have ur jaw dropped because you totally would’ve fallen for seokjin jAW-FIRST

— if only he didn’t strike you as the brother type when he smacked the back of your head because you were falling asleep on class again and uhhh you mUst be forgetting that the two of you were sitting in front

you had no time to reevaluate whether you should develop a crush for him or not

he’s immediately slapping his hands on his knees, looking at you so intensely before pointing a finger at you with so much conviction, and then scoffing to himself

“switched majors to film. theatre was gonna be the death of me!!! y/n, if you even think about trying to switch to that cheap, amazon-ordered quill and tanning lights for stage lighting major, you’re absolutely dEAD to me-”

you’ve never had a conversation this striking nor long with jin but you genuinely have no complaints at all

seokjin talks pure shit about theatre and theatre junkies and everything in between for the WHOLE day

trails beside you for every single class you had, which was convenient because he can then sweet-talk his way again (if anybody even dared to question him) that he’s just newly-switched

sat with you for lunch and him not eating because he just needS to tell you all about it and you trying not to choke on your pasta as you try to reply to him

followed you back hOME and decided to crash the night there

yeah, that. your unfondness for theatre’s rooted on that one

uh-huh safe to say that you’ve become best friends with jin ever since that day

you’re a sponge for your friends and jin’s the closest one you have, so it was only natural that you soak up his distastes and whatnot

not to brag but aha :D

you add salt to the water while you boil pasta so u may be a little bit of a masterchef or somewhat, no big deal :D

he’s absorbed your fascination for all kinds of lights and fixtures that he has about seven different nightlights in the form of squishies or neon and everything else on his bedside table, in which he turns all of them on at night

fun fact: he’s capable of sleeping in the dark

jin’s the whole reason for your stance on this

he’s adamant about his points and you’ve graduated uni four years ago!!!

which is why you DON’T get why jin would give you a scented black envelope, with “don’t come to this” scribbled in gold at the front, carrying a single ticket to this play with a sticky note saying “don’t watch this at 7 pm, wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes, sitting at the ninth row from the back and two seats from your right.”

because of course!! what the hell did he expect you to do? NOT come to this play at 7 pm wearing your boss lady year-end award show type of clothes then sitting at the ninth row from the back, two seats from the right???

OF COURSE YOU WOULD

your goal in life is to do exactly the opposite of what jin tells you. there’s literally nothing else in life you’d want to fulfill

he’s made it quite easy for you to spite him and although you wouldn’t admit it.,,.,., you may be a little petty ok

he’s the even bigger goof out of the two of you and you can never have the final say!! it’s always him and his wit and yOU being the dunce

it’s a lil sus that jin’s basically ASKING for it with his instructions but whatever

whatever it is, this is finally your chance to enact the final say and you’re gonna pull ALL the stops

all you know about theater-goers is that they dress fancy and wear these mini binoculars and that’s about it

there’s not even one film you know that you see anyone in the audience wearing a worn-in cardigan or even a puffer jacket even if the theater’s mad cold

all the people bring are scarves and shawls???? thee thinnest version of a blanket that won’t warm them up against the frigid airconditioning

that whole dress code sounds ridiculous!!! great please ring out this thousand-dollar dress im gonna wear to the theater thank u

you’re a little worried that you’re not gonna blend into the crowd, but after some digging about the invitation, formal wear is most definitely recommended

it’s an exclusive invite-only play which would be later released to the general public later on so yeah the situation dOES call for a gown thank u very much

also how could you forget that jin explicitly told you not to wear this type of attire

if you’re being humble right now, which you always normally are, even if that jUST sounded boastful talking about how you’re humble all the time —

you do look pretty breath-taking :-)

even when the doors weren’t opened and everyone’s just collectively loitering outside the hall, you’d feel glances at you

the sweet security guard did a double-take at you and mumbled a “very very nice evening to you, miss :D” instead of his normal “enjoy the show!” to the other patrons before you

you’re gonna soak all the silent compliments up and try to remember all of them before writing them on your journal later hee-hee

your midnight blue satin dress that’s floor-length and off-shoulder is dEFINITELY in your favor :D

your dress still glimmers even if the spotlight isn’t on you and you wish you weren’t shy to ask a random stranger to take a picture of you

going on self-timer isn’t ideal either when there’s like a hundred other people in the room

they probably wouldn’t even care if you took a picture of yourself!!! but in your head they probably think that you’re laughable so you’d rather not.. do that

the theater’s dark as hell if that wasn’t established

it is literally pitch black in the room and the ushers at each row holding the flashlights that are meant to guide the patrons aren’t exactly helpful

big kudos to them though,, must take a lot of self-control to not wave their lights like it was a rave :D

a flashlight tHAT bright?? whew pls is this what ships feel in the night

the last time you were in a rave, your thirty minutes of fun was cut short when seokjin immediately got hammered and wouldn’t stop throwing a fit if you didn’t drive him home that instant

his energy seemed to compelling everyone that he’s managed to somehow suck the energy out of a WHOLE rave so you took him home for everyone’s enjoyment :(((( except yours apparently

you’re trying hard to focus on the play that’s happening because for the past twenty minutes, all you’ve done is zone out randomly with ideas all of a sudden

you NEED to listen

....

uh-huh...

UH-HUH......

wait this is actually.. good

you find plays hard to follow and absolutely boring when you don’t immerse yourself in a run-down PRIOR to watching it in order to get

it’s the same analogy as reading the plot of a movie on wikipedia before watching the movie at the cinema.... absolutely useless

it sucks out the fun from something you weren’t supposed to know

watching plays is two hours of you being confused, going home to read the plot and only understand it by tHEN, and never coming to the theater again because you’d waste your money.... watching something cluelessly in the theater..... for a plot you’d grasp at home

but no

because this one

actually this one that you’re watching...

it’s not bad

it’s nice, actually.

within two minutes, you managed to grasp that it’s a story about a never-ending spring between these two lovers

there’s something about the whole setting of it actually that just sucks you in

in some plays, the outfits would seem so forced even in the given context that it reminds you of uh a particular superhero movie

and yes ur aware that stage makeup has to be enhanced so that people all the way to the back row would see

but there’s just something in this scene that’s laid out right-now that actually gets you in awe

it’s of the couple in the back of their pick-up truck and everything about it seems so natural

the background straight up looks like what it’d be if you were to go outside

the guy’s arm around her shoulder seems so natural and in nature that it doesn’t feel like a random cue in the script

the girl twinkles and it doesn’t even feel like a forced type of laugh you’d cue in attempt to warm the audience’s hearts

it’s of a plot where the the guy eventually falls out of love with the girl, while girl gets even more smitten with the guy at the same time

it’s what you take from the past ten minutes that you watch in dead silence, and you don’t even remember in the back of your head that you’re supposed to hate plays

“no way.”

you mumble in disbelief under your breath, head shaking profusely

is your mind playing tricks on you???

you’ve got too used to seokjin sitting beside you that you immediately turn to your right, whispering out your concerns

“is it just me or is she wearing a different shade of pink?”

you don’t even buffer for one second when you ask the stranger beside you

you’re so concerned that you’re looking at him intently while waiting for his answer that could either console or despair you, a random theater-goer that’s too noisy with her questions for her own good

it’s absolutely dARK as fuck in the theater but after awhile your eyes adjusted slightly

and the first thing you look at after the stage is him

him as in the dude in your right that you just asked all of a sudden

you could only see his silhouette and the faintest features of his face along with his well-dressed suit but god

... you are totally not lying if you say that even the barest silhouette of him doesn’t look handsome

you’re expecting him to tell you off for being so noisy but instead, he’s the one who takes you by surprise

“how did you notice that?”

“oh my god!” you exclaim almost too loudly that you yourself even jolts, the guy even making you duck with him slightly for a brief second, “im sO sorry!! am i accidentally spoiling it out for you?”

the guy blinks twice, lips slightly parted before shaking his head no

“no, no... this is the first screening — i mean uh, how would you know that?”

oh boy

you’re adjusting yourself on your seat, bum now warm as you try to explain and not be nervous because what if you just made a wrong assumption about this play and you’re sitting next to a goddamn tHEATRE BUFF???

“well i —uh, uhm what’s your name?” you’re flustered and the FIRST thing you ask is what was his name.,.,,

he seems equally as flustered before he adjusts his glasses, “o-oh uhm i’m namjoon...?”

alright! handsome guy is namjoon!

“you see, namjoon — okay it might just be in my head, but i tHINK it looks deeper with the light somehow. but uh...? the spotlight’s not following her and — is it just me or without the light, her sweater looks brown?”

you’re squinting and if u squint even more, maybe your contacts would just crumple by then

hold on a second

“brown, like — oh my gOD LIKE-”

namjoon puts a hand over his mouth before you could even gasp, hand reaching out for your forearm even before you manage to grasp his shoulder to take it in realization

was it under your nose the whole time??

“... fall.”

holy fucking shit

namjoon looks positively euphoric looking at your face of realization, his once-heavy chest about the whole scene becoming completely devoid of weight

“exactly!!”

his confirmation makes you inwardly squeal, grinning as you point at him and the stage back and forth

“i think this is the first play i’ve become ever interested in watching.”

okay what now

his ears perk up at that, your first sentence that you’ve said after your pink sweater that looks like spring also looks brown like fall in certain scene because of the lighting realization

“it is?”

he takes the chance to look at you as best as he could, trying to play his squinting as cool as he can

namjoon’s far sighted and the glasses he’s wearing are nOT up to date with his current grade bc he’s pretty sure his eyesight’s worsened the past month

he can’t make you out wholly, but he does know that you’re pretty

his eyes don’t linger on you because of the snacks you’re fishing from your purse while you talk that are absolutely illegal in this theater house lmao

but instead, his gaze lingers on you because you’re so pretty

the minimal light that’s bouncing off the stage is enough for him to see a faint outline of your features, highlighting your smiles just right and your dress to glint underneath

“mhmm. i actually hate plays,” suddenly, you’re not scared if namjoon happens to be some sort of theatre buff and you’re offending him because honestly, you feel at ease. “crunch?” you’re holding out the mini bar of chocolate out to him, one he politely declines to because his eyes are bulging out the next second

“you do????”

his genuine reaction indulges you, making you grin ultimately that you put off eating snacks for now to focus on him

“yeah! this is my hate outfit :D”

namjoon giggles as if it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard

you automatically scoot closer because this time, it’s yOUR turn to shush him

this is totally for just the reason of talking more discreetly and not distracting anyone and is totally not an excuse to be closer to the next guy and touch shoulders with him then get a whiff of cologne because it’s rare for a guy to be handsome and aLSO smell good

your eyes get used to the darkness and eventually, you could make out features of namjoon beside you

he has the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen

and the way he looks at you makes you feel safe and even your height difference is visible with how probably lonG his torso is compared to yours, his gaze doesn’t make you feel small

namjoon’s still (unsurprisingly) far-sighted and ur so close that he’s a lil cross-eyed

fuck it he’s gonna go to ophthalmologist FIRST thing in the morning tomorrow

“then why are you here?”

“my friend seokjin,” you lean back upon realizing the original reason why you’re here, the situation being so ironic that you puff out a smile

your friend’s named seokjin?

cool :D kim seokjin is namjoon’s of his favorite directors eVER!!

second best for him actually though.,., no one could quite compare to his first

your explanation makes him cackle several times, a swell of pride recounting why you hate (it’ll be past tense probably after this one) theatre

“what about you?”

you turn the question to him, making his dimples disappear effectively that you think you’ve just spooked him

“i uh, well i always wanted to see a story that went like this, so i’m here.”

“you’re a critic? oh god. please don’t tell me you heard all my mumbles.”

no this is even WORSE

namjoon’s not a theatre buff

HE’S A CRITIC????????????

god im coming up

“don’t worry, i also think that the drapings must probably be dirty.”

he breaks out into a smile recounting how you were talking to yourself earlier, a snort escaping him involuntarily

“RIGHT??? it’s like how do you even clean them?? do they fit in washing machines or-”

my god he’s such a nice guy!!!

in fact, he’s everything you want in a guy

you’ve went through atleast twelve facets of emotions for the past hour and you’re not even dating!!!!!!!

“my thoughts exactly!! and if it’s by hand, how do you even scrub the entirety of it?? or wring the water out??”

namjoon KNOWS exactly what’s up :’)

“is there even a clothesline that’d bEAR the weight??”

the two of you are so happy that you just look at each other laughing, a moment in time before namjoon nudges you to lean back because the ending’s happening

you don’t even question him how he’d know that it’s the ending and not just another opening to a new scene, just listening to him

you’re so happy

the play made you happy but namjoon made you even happier :-)

“if you are a critic, you should probably open up your review with this chatty play-hating girl beside you, then at the end, close it off with how she loves it.”

it’s the parting conversation as you realize and holy fuck you are nOT ready for it

you r gonna drag this out for as long as you could <3

......

and namjoon wants in too <3

“noted. if i was a playwright, i’d even make you the lead. which detail should i include? offering me wrapper-covered rice crispy snacks, or asking how you’d watch it while going thru the bathroom?”

this feels so natural

as natural as the couple in the play you’ve just finished watching :))

“you’re hilarious,” you’re not even the slightest bit annoyed and your restrained smile tells him all about it

yea you may have brought in snacks illegally but you aRE gathering your trash up as you’re a decent human being

namjoon wishes you’d pick up after yourself slowly, standing up from his seat as he has the plan of picking up trash that isn’t even his

“what name should i put then?”

you’re silent and oh god he thinks you found his company stupid and would definitely not give him your name

you’re not ignoring him though!!!

his words are still stuck in your head, realizing it lately with his “which detail should i include?”

“me wanting to turn this into a film, actually.”

you test the words out on your tongue, nodding to yourself after a few seconds that you seem so sure of it

“yeah. i wanna make it into a film.”

the lights turn on after being dim for so long, namjoon’s eyes going wide trying to digest what you’ve just said

“w-what?

.....

no fucking way

HOLY FUCKING SHIT SWFRWFBWRHGBRBVWRV SWBHJSDB SHJAVBHGJDS BWHRGHBSVWBGRH

namjoon’s malfunctioning as he’s looking at you from eye to eye, bottom lip trembling while he’s so keen at pointing at you

“y-you’re miss y/n!!”

....

right

oH RIGHT

he’s a fan of yours??

namjoon’s fanning his face because he’s about to literally burst into tears

how could he nOT???

how could he not be emotional when all along, he’s been talking to his number one favorite director????

you and your films are the absolute gems of his life namjoon’s not even kidding

your films were world-renowned for being so natural and sentimental without loading too much into it!!!! you’re known for being so humble through the multiple back-to-back awards and praise you get!!!!

he cannot calm the fUCK down when you’re rubbing circles on his back

“you w-want to turn my play into a film?”

oh my gOD

you’re fumbling for the envelope and it’s only nOW that you realize that it’s not from seokjin in the first place

spring day a play by kim namjoon an invite for director y/n y/l/n

“it’s you!!!!”

“no it’s YOU!!”

jin’s plan worked alright :D

he’s just FOUR rows behind you lmao

it was just two weeks ago when yoongi, the executive producer of his film that he was directing, let it slip that he was co-financing a play

he met yoongi some semesters later after he became close with you, and he’s aLSO converted yoongi into hating theatre then he fit right in to your little posse of theatre kid-hating film students

that gave jin the laugh of his laugh and yoongi was not joking at all

“no, no. i’m telling you man. it’s different! i even have the script that i’ll let you read.”

and holy shit it IS different

if you see a couple tears on the last seven pages of yoongi’s copy of spring day’s script then mind yo oWN fucking business

then two weeks later, here he is :D

jin managed to also convert you to love theatre even IF it is namjoon’s play that did all the work

( also coincidentally found you a future boyfriend because he’s tired of seeing you alone and the closest you’d get to having someone is projecting your yearning into writing the scripts for the films you’d make )

he’s also secretly co-financed the whole play along with yoongi and he’ll drop that bomb later on lmao

“and that must mean i looked like a total FOOL beside you oh my god im so sorry!!”

namjoon panics at that, about to cry when another realization hits him when he’s about to put his head on his hands

“then that means the friend who gave you the ticket was-”

SEOKJIN VBFHSBVHSFBVSFHDVBSJFV SFJVJSFVSJVSSV SSV V FS FSV SFBVRBVRSVSWVGU

he cries to your shoulder and you never expected to be hugging and consoling someone you’ve just met two hours ago, a more than fond smile on your face he takes advantage of when he sneaks in the chance to ask you

“do you mean that?”

“now why would i lie to the playwright who’s been listening to me talk shit, then theorizing, then crying for the past hour?”

it’s true though

namjoon’s seen it all

he’s still handsome as ever even when he sniffles, his dimples on display when you return his question

“now did you mean it? writing me into your play?”

why are you even ASKING

he’s the biggest fan of u

namjoon’s made notes of your work, dedicated scripts to your movies, and he’s thinking about how it’s not yet hitting you how your whole epiphany about the pink sweater turning brown on his play,,, was entirely inspired from you and your affinity for lighting in your films

he thinks it’s still a little early to kiss you on the cheek even if you’ve already hugged, instead settling on pinching your cheek with satisfaction present in all corners

“you’ve always been my muse.”

#feedback pls and thank you :D I WAS SCREAMING THE WHOLE TIME I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW I NEED TO SLEEP #namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon imagine #namjoon imagines #namjoon oneshot #namjoon oneshots #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon au #namjoon fluff imagine #namjoon fluff imagines #namjoon fic #namjoon fics #namjoon fic recs #namjoon scenario #bts namjoon imagine

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lovely-renard · 2 years

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HEYY HON, how're you? I'm in a good mood today and I don't know why

I understand, I didn't spend much time in the snow so I have no idea how it should be in the long run, but it must be very annoying

HELP THEN I DON'T GEIT IT💀 OH WE HAVE THE SAME RISING and my moon sign is cancer. pls I feel the same, I'm scared of adult life lol

I hope my dad was joking, otherwise I'm going to kill myself 💀

THAT'S SO COOL, I tried to learn french but I don't understand anything, but it's very nice and relaxing to listen to people speaking french

NOOO LENA DON'T DO THAT TO YOURSELF 😭 when I started watching tokyorev I always thought "it's good that Mikey is one of the good guys bc it must be awful being his enemy" NOW I'M LIKE 😐. PLS TAKASHI DESERVES A GOOD ENDING, I'm going to cry, bye-

I'M A TOGE LOVER AND I HATE HOW THE FANDOM SLEEP ON MY BOY, HE DESERVES EVERYTHING. YEAH I UNDERSTAND THAT HE ONLY SAYS 2 WORDS AND THEY ARE INGREDIENTS BUT HE'S SO CUTE AND FUNNY PEOPLE C'MON. pls with Nishinoya the exact same thing happens, I'm tired of people sleeping on my favs 😭💀. MEGUMI IS SO CUTE. PLS UR TYPE, mine are exactly the opposite FJAKDNKS. I think that u can already tell BUT YEAH, jjk is one of my top 5, I love that anime so much

U SHOULD DEFINITELY READ IT, IT'S AWESOME. SEASON 3 IS GOING TO BE THE BEST IF THEY STAY LOYAL TO THE MANGA. I can't wait to see ryusui animated, he's the best.

question! what's your hair color? I saw that u wanted a change of look, maybe i can help u!

sorry for the long ask 💀

Hiii love <3 (sorry for the delay, my days are pretty busy lately) haha but you don't need a reason to be happy!

I DON'T NEITHER 💀 well i guess i'm the exception that confirms the rule we always need one right? Please i really don't want to be an adult i don't know how to deal with things such as taxes, rents and everything i'm clueless 💀

I really hope he was joking otherwise it'll cost you a lot and that's not how your adult life should start 😐

HAHAHA French is hard to learn when you're a foreigner, English is way easier to learn but that's actually the first time someone told me it was relaxing to listen to it (◍•ᴗ•◍)

I THOUGHT THE SAME i was like "phew luckily Takemichi is on Mikey's good side, that's a relief!!" I'm starting to regret saying such things 😐😐

I KNOOOW even before the movie, i liked Toge even if he speaks like three different words i find his technique awesome! And he's a good friend too!! :') i appreciate him a lot (fun fact: nishinoya actually was my first crush in Haikyuu, he's so cheerful and strong even if people sometimes overpass his skills)

HAHA MY TYPE 💀 if he's unbothered i'm interested shksbdkd But with your type, you have cute, cheerful and balls of sunshine boys <3 I don't really have a top 5 or 3 anime but JJK was really good i have to admit that

I'm waiting for season 3!! And when I'll go the bookstore (which probably will be soon shksbs) I'll look for the first volume :)

Right now, my hair kinda looks like Kenma :') my roots are showing (they're brown naturally) and the rest of my hair is blond. If you have any suggestion, i'm listening <3

#new message 📬#from : takamty

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rogue-barnes-16 · 5 years

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THIS IS ME

Summary: Natasha preferred to keep her sexuality, just like all her private life, in secret. She wasn't planning on coming out to the world, but a sudden event makes her change her mind about it.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Natasha Romanoff: @5aftermidnight

Permanent taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace @sofreakinmanyfandoms @pizzarollpatrol @bubblycypress87 @1a-girl-has-no-name1 @loislp @lovenaturefirst @dyanna-corona @2ptonpt @goodnightmode @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers @mannls @cutie1365 @catch22inareddress @mybooradley @sebastianisasnack @butifulsoul125 @unlikelygalaxygiver

Warnings: injuries, mentions of violence, language

A/N: here's another Natasha oneshot inspired in this version of the song This Is Me, just bc I'm enjoying writing about her. A Carol fic + the requests coming to you soon. If you wanna be added to any of the taglists, send an ask <3.

NATASHA'S P. O. V.

I had never been a fan of sharing parts of my intimate life with the world, and that, of course, included my sexual orientation.

The people saw strictly what I wanted them to see, and that comforted me because I liked to be in control.

There was already too much information of my past of skilled assassin and spy turned into an Avenger for which I was being criticized, therefore, there was no need to add to that awful mix the fact that I liked girls.

Y/n was okay with my decision.

We approached the topic countless times for lots of different situations, and her reply to my shilly-shallying was always the same.

"You don't need to prove anything to anyone. If you're not ready, then you shouldn't do it."

She was my angel. I loved her and she loved me, and I knew that, sooner rather than later, I would be ready to open up about it thanks to her.

However, when earlier in the day she asked me if I wanted to join her and her friends in a demonstration against Anti-LGBT brutality, I declined the offer.

She gave me an understanding smile before pecking my lips and leaving my apartment in the highest floor of the Avengers Tower.

She told me she would be back most likely before dinner, so I kept myself busy by filling the last missions' reports.

When I finished, I started to read a book, and when my eyes threatened to close, I left the book aside to lie down in my side of the bed, not even taking a peek at my phone clock, which would have informed me that it was way past dinner time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Something woke me up, but rather than a sound, it was a gut feeling.

I turned around to check the time, and I realized Y/n was still not there. Where was she? I thought, already unlocking my phone to call my girlfriend.

Missed call, she wouldn't pick it up.

Natasha: where are you????

No reply, of course.

Right when I reached for my jeans to go out and look for her, I heard whispers on the hall right outside my door.

"Hey why are you... What the hell happened to you?" It was Tony's voice.

"Nothing, I'm fine." Y/n's dismissive reply to the billionaire's question made me rush to the door.

READER'S P. O. V.

"That doesn't look fine." Tony spoke in a whisper, motioning at my face. "that doesn't look fine at all."

"looks that bad?" he pursed his lips in a thin line, shamelessly avoiding giving me an answer to my question. "fuck."

I ran my hands through my hair, staring at the door hesitant. Was it a good idea to enter Natasha's apartment looking like that?

"Why don't you come with me and we'll try to fix it a little bit?" he suggested as if he had just read my mind.

I was about to accept his solution to my problem when the door flung open. "fix what?"

"Nat—"

Even in the darkness of the hall, with only the dim light of Natasha's nightstand lamp allowing us to see, I could appreciate how the color vanished from her confused gaze, making it livid.

"Why... what— why is your face bruised?"

NATASHA'S P. O. V.

"I-"

"Get inside."

I heard Y/n wishing Tony goodnight before following me into the apartment and closing the door afterwards. "It's not a big deal, calm down."

"Your nose is broken." I fumed, stalking out of the small living room in the bathroom's direction to grab some things from what was left from my first aid kid after the last mission. "you got a black eye and a cut lip."

"I said. It's. not. a big deal, Natasha."

I stopped mid-way at her words. "What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck" she sighed loudly, running both hands through her hair. "Someone beat my girlfriend the fuck up, I think it is a big deal."

"Natasha, for fucks sake! Just DROP IT!"

I went completely still.

Y/n rarely yelled at me. If we argued, she always tried her best to stay cool, and even if she couldn't achieve that, she never lost it like she had just done.

We stayed in the exact same position for a split second before Y/n broke down to tears, falling sat over the bed.

I sat besides her and, without saying a word I took care of her bruises. "There was this group of people that came to us yelling things." I stayed silent, giving her the time she needed. "before I knew it, they were throwing hands at a couple of boys." I let out a sigh, not really wanting to hear the rest of the story. "Everyone froze, and- ugh!"

"Sorry baby." I whispered, finishing cleaning her wound.

"Listen, things were getting really ugly, and I-"

"Stood up for them." I finished, pulling a couple of strands of hair behind her ear right before pecking her cheek.

"Had to drive one of the boys to ER." she sniffed, her nose and eyes red as she clenched and loosened repeatedly the fist whose knuckles were bloody. "They did him so fucking bad."

Her voice cracking worked as a cue for me to pull her to my chest. "I'm sorry." I whispered, realizing a couple of tears were running down my cheeks, too. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's not like it's your fault babe." she replied, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me to the bed with her. "I just wanna sleep."

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When I came out of the shower after my sparring session, I saw Y/n getting dressed, probably to go to another demonstration.

"Oh! Hey babe." she gave me a half smile, not wanting to open the cut on her lip accidentally. "I'll come back soon, I promise."

I stood there, drying my hair with a towel, thinking through the words that were about to leave my mouth. "can I borrow some of your clothes and... go with you?"

There was a brief instant in which surprise passed through her beautiful eyes before another smile tugged the corners of her lips. "Sure thing. We'll leave when you're ready."

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"You alright?" Y/n questioned as we dived with held hands into the mass of people demonstrating in the streets, the same people that as soon as their eyes landed on me, wouldn't stop looking.

"actually yeah." I genuinely replied, squeezing her hands with the ghost of a satisfied smile on my face. "I'm alright."

"Lovely." I tugged Y/n's hand and, when she spun around, I put my hands on her hips, bringing her into a kiss. "that was lovely too." she stated with a giggle, her hands traveling past my neck for her to intertwin her fingers behind me, pulling me closer to kiss my lips.

There's no need to say that a few people took pictures of me and Y/n, which would be soon traveling through the Internet.

But I couldn't care less.

"From now on, we're in this together." I stated tucking her hair behind her ears. "and this" I traced the bruises on her face that were slowly starting to fade. "won't happen again."

"Babe, you never got to see the other guys."

A grin showed up on my face as I turned around, tugging her hand for her to follow me. "Oh, I'm sure he's way worse."

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Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Pairing: MomoJirou (Momo Yaoyorozu/Kyouka Jirou) Words: 2182 Summary: In which Kyouka and Momo share a late-night conversation, leading to something much...greater. Fantasy AU Links: FF is here! AO3 is here!

even though she might never read this bc she doesn't know i write fanfic, s/o to my beautiful gf who helped me through my first year of college and the countless late-night talks we had that inspired me to write this.

"Do you miss home?"

The question is unexpected. Kyouka turns and sees Momo cuddled in her fur blanket, wrapping it around her as tightly as she can to protect herself from the bitter bite of the winter wind. Her nose is red from the cold, its color slowly spreading to her cheeks. As she exhales, her breath materializes momentarily, before it disappears as quickly as it appeared. Her eyes, those warm, brown eyes, shimmer in the silver moonlight, like pools of honey, as she stares straight up into the night sky, fixated.

Kyouka averts her gaze and stares down at the oversized cloak she wrapped around her body. She buries her chin and mouth in its thick fur, curling herself into a smaller ball, bringing her knees closer up to her chest.

"Yeah," she finally says, "I do."

"…How often?"

Kyouka takes time to think. It's strange how her feelings suddenly dissipate once someone asks about them. "I—mm—it's hard to say, really. Sometimes I miss home a lot, other times I don't—up to the point where I don't even think about it."

She hears a soft hum. Kyouka turns her head again, and finds Momo in that exact position. "Do you miss home?" she asks.

Momo moves. She does what Kyouka did, tucking her chin and mouth in her blanket, bringing her knees up against her chest. The bard can hear the faint clink, clink of the knight's armor.

"I do," Momo begins, "but I find it kind of…stupid."

Kyouka raises an eyebrow in slight surprise and interest. "Why do you think that?"

The bard watches as Momo's eyes become unreadable—Kyouka catches hints of somberness and cynicism, but nothing…concrete.

"Because, you know, I don't come from a far place." She laughs. It sounds…degrading, and it sends shivers down Kyouka's spine. "I only live in the neighboring district. I don't come from across the continent like you, or Izuku. Even Iida and Shouto live farther away compared to me, and they only live in the next towns over. I think, if we were to be honest, I don't think I really have a right to be homesick."

The bard is at a loss for words. She sits there, letting the information simmer inside, digesting it slowly. It feels like forever until she finally says, "I…I don't think it's really about who deserves to feel that way or not. I mean, if someone died one way, and someone else died another, in the end, both of them died. Things like this is—mm—is something I think can't be measured by who does and doesn't deserve something. Y-you know?" She turns her head and sees Momo staring at her blanket. The knight seems far away and distant, clearly lost in thought.

Kyouka's body begins to heat up from anxiety. "U-uh, I don't think what I said made sense but—"

"It did." Momo raises her head and gives Kyouka a soft, warm smile. Tension leaves the bard's body, melting away like ice. "It did, don't worry."

"…Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

"What do you miss about home?"

"What do I miss…?" Momo repeats the question, but in a way that sounds pensive rather than asking for clarification. A moment passes and she breaks out into laughter. It sounds so rich, so full of life, so unlike her previous one. This one sounds more like Momo, Kyouka thinks to herself.

"My definition of home isn't…orthodox, I guess you can say. I don't think about the place I live in now. I think about the place I used to live in."

"Did you move estates?"

"No, I didn't. I've been living in the same house ever since I was born. But it was different back then. Mother was alive, Father was always there and smiling. The staff laughed with joy whenever they served us. The hearth was always alive as the sun set, keeping the cold at bay. I would sit in between Mother and Father, sharing in their warmth as we watched the flames dance in front of us. They wouldn't wear their armor. They looked like…regular people. They weren't renowned heroes of Yuuei's army, nor were they folk heroes. No titles, no family name to uphold—we were just…people. Like the ones who walk in the market every day."

The nostalgic smile on Momo's face melts away. Something heavy settles in the air, and Kyouka suddenly feels colder.

"It's not the same as it used to be," Momo says softly, "but I wish it was."

Silence settles between them.

It's suffocating. The bard's throat feels like it tied itself into a knot. She struggles to find air and words, no thought coming to mind. Slowly, she turns away, feeling as if she had asked a question she shouldn't have.

"Sorry," is all she says.

Kyouka hears a sigh. "It's fine," Momo says, "it's not your fault."

"Still, I probably shouldn't have asked in the first place."

A weight rests on Kyouka's shoulder. Strands of wild, black hair tickle the side of her cheek. Something rich and vibrant, like perfume, hits Kyouka's sense of smell, filling up her lungs and chest with something…warm, sweet, like caramelized sugar.

"I think talking about it made me feel a little bit better about it," Momo says, her voice carrying soft vibrations that run down Kyouka's arm.

Subconscious tension leaves the bard's body. She relaxes, and gingerly, places her face on top of Momo's head. They stay like that, wrapped up in their blankets and cloaks, sharing what little warmth they can with one another. They stare at the sky together, in silence, watching the stars wink at them from their place in the heavens. Kyouka recalls the vague shapes she memorized diligently when she was a child, sitting underneath the night sky with her parents as her mother sang songs of myths and legends and her father plucked his lute.

"—ka? —ouka? Kyouka?"

"H-huh? Wh-wha?" She blinks, and notices Momo lifted her head to stare at her quizzically.

"Are you okay?" the knight asks.

"Y-yeah. I was just…lost in my thoughts, sorry."

Momo nods understandingly, the look of concern melting off of her face. "I'm guessing you didn't hear what I said, then," she says with a playful smile.

Kyouka feels her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "N-no. S-sorry."

"It's fine, don't worry." Momo readjusts herself and places her head back on Kyouka's shoulder. "I asked what you missed about home."

"The food," she says without hesitation. "I mean, I know that the food here is, comparatively, way better, but the food from back home has something else that…this place doesn't have for me, yet. And—and I think it's the fact it's missing warmth. N-not like literal warmth; you know, more like the emotional kind. And I think it's because of this lack of warmth that I miss my parents' stories."

"Their…stories? Like, the stories they told during their travels?"

"Yeah. They'd recite epics and poems and songs and myths and legends from memory when I was a kid. They would sing and dance, and I would learn their craft. And while I learned how to play lute, they would recount tales of when they sailed across the sea and traveled throughout the continent in troupes and adventuring groups, performing in streets and pubs. It was all so normal and so mundane compared to the other stories they would tell me, but I always thought their stories were the most fantastical of all."

Momo laughs again, this one soft and delicate like an aria. "They sound like amazing people," she says quietly.

Kyouka feels her face flush. It's not in the usual, embarrassed way, however; this is something full of pride, full of honor. For the first time ever since she came to Yuuei, Kyouka finds herself taking pride in her roots. For once, there is no shame about her lack of training, money, nor luxury. For once, she doesn't feel the need to hide herself, her stories, and her talent.

For once, she actually feels proud to be who she is.

"Yeah," she says with a small smile, "they are."

The weight on Kyouka's shoulder is lifted, and the bard turns to see the knight staring at her. Kyouka takes in the way the moon shines down on Momo, silver moonlight gleaming off of her plate armor, causing those brilliant brown eyes to shimmer like gems. The knight's wild black hair sways in the soft wind, individual strands dancing as she continues to stare at the bard, and Kyouka swears she's looking at a goddess, like the ones her parents would sing of. There's something about Momo that makes her seem…ethereal, other-wordly, as if she was plucked from the heavens and planted gently on this mortal realm.

Kyouka's lungs ache because she forgets how to breathe. She releases the breath she's been holding for so long, exhaling softly, but it hitches in her throat when she feels something cold kissing her warm cheek. She reaches up and grabs onto Momo's hand, wrapping her fingers around the cold knight's.

"And you," Momo begins quietly, "you're just as amazing."

"No," Kyouka says with a breathless laugh, "you are."

Momo returns the same laugh, and it's only then does Kyouka realize how close they are to one another. She can feel the knight's warmth, her scent, her forehead pressing against hers…with every passing moment, they get closer and closer, their noses brushing against one another, lips sharing the same breath—

Kyouka feels her heart beating in her skull, her chest. It's erratic, pumping blood and adrenaline throughout her body, warming her face and ears, coloring her cheeks, pushing her closer and closer and closer and closer—

Their lips touch, and suddenly Kyouka doesn't know how to function. She feels entranced, as if she's under a spell, as if she lost control of everything. Her heart beats faster than ever, rattling inside of her ribcage, its beat reverberating throughout her body. Her lungs forget how to breathe again, but she doesn't care, not when she's kissing—oh gods, she's kissing Momo, she's actually kissing Momo, and her lips are chapped, but so, so soft, and they're moving against hers, and Momo moves her hand to pull her just a little bit closer, and—

They break away. Kyouka sucks in a breath through her nose, the cold air doing nothing to cool her down. Her heart is rampaging in her chest, and she swears she might pass out at any moment, because by the gods she just kissed Momo—

"Are you okay?" Momo asks, her warm breath buffeting Kyouka's lips as she pulls back her hand.

The bard blinks, remembering where she is, before saying, "Y-yeah. I just—wow." She pulls back a little more and runs a hand through her hair, laughing breathlessly. "Wow."

"Is…that a bad 'wow?'"

"N-no! I'm just—wow—I'm just—that's…I've never done something like that before. I'm just kind of—blown away, is all. I-in a good way, of course." Kyouka clears her throat, embarrassed at her blunders. "A-are you okay?"

Momo smiles, and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "More than okay. If I'm being honest I've, mm"—she turns away, her cheeks turning as red as Ejirou's hair—"been wanting to do that for a while."

Kyouka feels her face heating up. "Y-you have?"

"I—I know it's strange I just—couldn't help feeling that way. You just…make me feel safe. I don't know how else to describe it. There's just something about you—I don't know if it's your songs or your voice or just your mere presence—but I just feel so…so safe every time I'm with you. Like nothing could go wrong. Like…like you're home." The knight looks up, almost sheepishly, and quietly asks, "Does that make sense?"

A crooked smile tugs on Kyouka's lips. "It does. Because I feel the same way whenever I'm with you, too."

"Do you?" Momo's eyes widen with surprise.

"I do," is all the bard says before she twines their fingers together.

"…So what now?"

"What do you mean?"

"What do we do now? Are we…you know…."

The suggestion makes the tips of Kyouka's ears burn. "H-honestly, I don't know. But what I do know," she continues, squeezing Momo's hand in hers, "is that I want to stay by your side. And I don't want to lose you."

The knight smiles, then nods. "I want that, too."

Nothing else is said between them after. They continue sitting there, just as they had been throughout the night, but Kyouka notices differences. They're closer together, their hands are locked together, and there is something burning in Kyouka's chest, like an ember, sitting underneath her heart.

The bard doesn't know what love feels like. But as she sits next to the knight, holding her close, Kyouka wonders if this is the beginning of something similar.

The thought makes her smile.

it's been a hot second since i last wrote anything, so i'm really sorry if i'm rusty. i guess you can say that this is a continuation of the first MomoJirou fic I wrote a while back, but I wrote them kind of independently from one another. I remember mentioning a whole fantasy AU I was writing for BNHA, and while my motivation for that has kind of wavered, im on summer break from college now. so maybe i'll be able to put smth up for that? im just not sure what course i want to take for that story. it sux.

but anyways, i hope you enjoyed this oneshot. if you want more of these two in this particular universe, please let me know! i'd love to flesh out the whole fantasy au with just these two to give me some sort of foundation for the bigger project.

thank you for reading! i love you!

#i write #momojirou #jiroumomo #momo yaoyorozu #jirou kyouka #bnha #bnha fanfic #wlw

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it makes me feel really sick that people saying "please don't tell people to lie back and think of england" is being called predatory. that's classic predator behavior-- isolate the vocal victim, flip the terminology around and try to point fingers @ them for x behavior. ace culture was why i took being raped lying down and thought it was normal... these people respond like this bc speaking out limits their access to sex. if we say "hey rape is bad" then people who benefit from it will push back

I think the real issue is most of these people claiming it aren’t the rapist partners--they are the unwilling sex partner.

Which is why the denial comes from two different places--being in denial that it’s sexual assault (or sexual assault-tangent) for mental health reasons and being in denial of their lack of aceness (often for mental health reasons).

There are a lot of people who identify as ace as a bandaid laid over a gaping wound, a stopgap to avoid introspection and confrontation. When women, LGBT people, people of color, disabled people, neurodivergent/mentally ill people, fat people, and all other sorts of marginalized people are raised to believe that they either shouldn’t have sexual desires or that their sexual desires are deviant--bad--wrong--dangerous, I think some people cling to asexuality as a way to sort of nullify that narrative. Which is why we get a lot of “more pure” implications of “I don’t want my partner for their body, I want them for their soul, I mean we still fuck and I still want them, but like... I’m not like the other girls.”

“You guys get horny just seeing strangers on the street but I just appreciate how good they look, enjoy their personality, and then want to fuck them.” “I still want sex with them but it’s for intimacy, unlike you fools.”

We’ve all seen this shit dozens of times. Raised in sex shaming society where sex is both built up to be this big thing (fireworks! life changing! you get hard/wet just by seeing a hint of navel!) and something required (good girls do what their husbands want, real men fuck women, a never have i ever game that just devolves into drugs/alcohol/sex questions where you feel left out because you haven’t fucked in the laundry room knowing someone else’s load--haha--was in the machine) and also something disgusting (whore, slut!, pervert), it’s tempting to negate that by acting like sex is a requirement for everyone else but it’s just an option for you that you choose with a clear mind unlike those animals. Feeling like its a choice makes you feel less chewed up and spat out by a system--by rape culture. It’s a way of taking back control and even feeling superior over it.

So, these people likely are experiencing sexual attraction, enjoying fully consensual sexual experiences (although, again, a partner who thinks their other partner doesn’t desire it is still a wannabe abuser, to put it lightly), but refuse to say such lest they be grouped in with the rest of us.

On the flip side--

I think with a lot of bad sexual experiences (especially if you are a woman), there’s a knee jerk impulse to rationalize how it wasn’t that awful, how maybe you wanted it, and how it could’ve been worse. “Real” rape is violent. “Real” rape requires a no gone ignored. “Real” rape can’t just be someone knowing your sexual boundaries being ignored because someone wanted you, your body, to exert power over you.

So, this ties back into the first one--the not really asexual asexual--but it’s the inverse. They are ace but are rationalizing in sex positivity/neutrality to make sense of a life where they know most of their partners are going to want/expect sex from them and this is a way to pretend like it’s okay.

We actually see this a lot with non-ace women. Remember the cat person story? Or maybe the stories that came out about Aziz Ansari?

It’s the same exact thing and in those cases most people condemned the Cat Person/Aziz. Because people who have sex with people who are not eagerly consenting--who maybe never say no but never asked for it in any way either--are abusers, toxic, dangerous. And also that those stories are how things really play out when you’re having sex with someone you aren’t attracted to and don’t want to have sex with--they aren’t somehow still pleasant, they’re awful and nauseating and uncomfortable.

And how hard it is for women to say “No” or “I don’t want it, at all” even after that. Because setting up boundaries often isn’t allowed.

You can set up fake moral-justifying boundaries--I have sex because I want to have sex but not because my body wants it, my mind now (sex positive ace)--but you can’t really set up REAL boundaries like “I don’t want sex” without at least a little fear of retribution.

Violence. Judgment. Something “real” unlike lying beneath someone who is taking sex from you but somehow isn’t raping you because theoretically it’s not that bad, it’s like washing dishes or eating vegetables.

Both mentalities feed into rape culture--they are created by and reflect and amplify all of the most insidious parts of our society that views sex as something owed, something required, something disgusting.

Caught in the crossfires of this rhetoric are a bunch of young people who are going to think their unpleasant experiences and the demands made onto them aren’t that bad,

If a 30 year old wants to delude themselves, I can’t stop them. I feel sorry for them but wish it wasn’t happening to them but there’s nothing I can say to them to make them stop.

But there are kids at 12, 14, 16, 18 who are gobbling this up and having sex they aren’t ready for, maybe would never be ready for or want, and are being told to grin and bear it.

And that’s what makes me truly upset. Like I’ve said before--the ace community, as it exists now, was a mistake and I deeply regret ever identifying within it, for falling victim to it (literally, I was victimzed by adults in it), and for encouraging it.

#ace discourse #rape #sex positive asexuality #sex positive #Anonymous

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