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I like American Dad. I watch it often and I watch the new episodes.
I've been scolded because of it. And at this point, my response is a look of exasperated exhausted disdain.
I'm in my 40s, I've been on hard drugs, I've watched my generation die pointlessly, and nobody makes stomping boots the way they used to. Fuck off. I already know the trope of The Reason This Show Sucks. I literally look up rambling essays about why you shouldn't watch this or that. And I laugh contentedly.
Because I get it. I know it's fucked up. But you, sweet Facebook Friend whom I've barely spoken to, have wasted your typing energy on me. I have been watching the Simpsons since it premiered. My top favorite show of all time is Futurama. I think South Park is funny. And I have genuinely zero fucks that you feel uncomfortable with my viewing habits.
I am able to separate the psychology of This Show Sucks Because X from I Enjoy This Show Because X. They're fictional characters. They're exaggerations of personalities. The recent trend of morality policing fiction is genuinely one of the creepiest things I've experienced, being told directly "it is my job to purge people like you from fandom." Do you realize the implications in that statement made by a 19 year old on Tumblr? It's creepy. These bits of trash fiction should not get you so riled up that you send private messages to people to warn them that you see them. That's also creepy.
Fuck I love heading into middle age. Optimistic Nihilism is a literal thing. I didn't know that until recently. I'm having fun not giving a fuck about some things. My husband, age 46, had the right idea all along.
#my field of fucks is barren#its illegal to enjoy things nowadays#learn to enjoy trash#accept that other people like garbage#it's not about you or your morality#optimistic nihilism#gen x annoyed with all the rest of you t shirt#dale gribble was right#let people have their headcanons#let people enjoy stuff#satire is dead#others harm#self care#let me watch my trash shows in peace
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i think itd be cool if f!morgan kissed lucina
currently in the "losing my mcfricking mind" phase of being a f!morgan x lucina fan
#fire emblem awakening#morgan#f!morgan#lucina#morgan x lucina#i think it would be cool if f!morgan was gay#i think it would be cool if lucina was gay#i think it would be cool if they were girlfriends#i think it would be cool if they had a support#i think it would be cool if morgan could support the 2nd gen#i think it would be cool if morgan was a part of the 2nd gen#i think it would be cool if there wasnt even a suggestion of a 3rd gen#i think it would be cool if robin couldnt support the 2nd gen#i think it would be cool if robin couldnt support lucina#i think it would be cool if robcina never existed#i think it would be cool if any of these garbage sites let us block specific posts
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So what occurs to me is that Baby Boomers/Gen X and Millennials/Gen Z (the cutoffs are a little arbitrary, but bear with me) both grew up in the shadow of extinction, but have had qualitatively different experiences of it.
For the Boomers, the big fear was a sudden, violent catastrophe; nuclear war. US and Soviet ships start shooting at each other off the coast of Cuba; someone, somewhere in the huge and ponderous Cold War military apparatus, mistakes a meteor for an incoming ICBM, and just like that, your world is over. You're always just one bad day away from death on an unimaginable scale.
This fear has never really gone away (and certainly it's had something of a revival, recently), but it went into remission after the end of the Cold War. For Millennials, the overwhelming fear isn't of a sudden catastrophe, it's of a death by a million cuts; global warming. A slow decay growing faster; a downward spiral as everything you love and value crumbles and rots and turns to garbage around you.
When what you fear is a sudden catastrophe, normalcy--"business as usual", abstracting maybe a few reforms of the political systems--becomes a refuge. It could all be gone in a flash, but at least it's here now. It's real, it's solid. You can live in it, while it's standing.
When what you fear is a slow rot, "business as usual" becomes part of the horror. You're not escaping anything; you notice things getting worse around you with every passing summer; even worse, you are--however infinitesimally--assisting in your own demise; slowly and thoughtlessly, you are weaving the rope that will be used to hang you. Normalcy becomes your executioner.
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I found AO3 pretty intuitive. Took me like 5 minutes to realize how all the little buttons work. They're pretty straightforward. Apart from the AND filters - took me a while to realize what type of filters AO3 used. Beyond that, I'm not sure why people have a hard time? Wattpad and FFnet are way more of a pain in the ass.
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It's all about familiarity.
I mean, look, AO3 works how my brain works. When we first set it up, it was what we were all used to, more or less, but an upgrade. It was hard to even see how it could ever be unintuitive because this was just How Things Were. From the style of trope tags to the fact that there's an index of fandoms by media type, it was all familiar.
But that thinking is a trap.
It's easy to say "Oh, well, that person's just an idiot", and sometimes, the problem really is laziness or sleep deprivation, but a lot of the time, it's different cultural context.
By the time we were designing AO3, I'd had many rounds of formal instruction in how to use library catalogues of various sorts, familiarity with Delicious, years in LJ slash fandom whose assumptions form the metadata structures of AO3, etc.
There's nothing strange about going "Why are ship types a top level system of organization?" or "How do I search for genre X in any anime fandom but not in non-anime fandoms?"
It's strange to me, but it's not strange in the context of people who read fanfic overall.
It's not just about learning the search features that do exist: it's about unconscious assumptions about what metadata must exist.
If you don't know to look for something and you aren't coming from a culture where poking buttons is encouraged, you're going to take a lot longer to find things than if you already have a good idea of what's probably there somewhere.
To pick two very obvious examples:
If I were designing a gen-focused archive, I'd make genre a top-level organization system, like on FFN.
If I were designing a more x-reader-focused or One True Character-focused archive, I'd make the ship searches work like Character X/Anyone instead of having to click on each ship of your blorbo or each ship with Reader.
If someone has years of experience searching for some bullshit 'trickyfish' style nonsense ship name because they're on sites with garbage searches, they'll go to AO3, plug some words into the search bar at the top, and then feel like they can't find any relevant results because everything that turns up is just that word in author's notes on an irrelevant fic. They might even go to advanced search...
...and then totally miss that the sidebar filters are the best part of AO3, and they don't appear when you do a search search as opposed to starting from a tag.
Isn't Advanced Search the most... well... advanced search? On every other website, it is, but not on AO3.
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Each new site/technology/culture/etc. a person has to learn takes time and attention. If you're exhausted and burnt out, that's hard. Even if you're not, it takes at least some effort. It doesn't Just Happen, not for every person and every new thing.
We should tell people to read the damn FAQ, yes.
But I can't say I always do that myself on every site unless I'm both having a problem and invested enough to care about solving it.
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On an average day, most of us don't need to care why some people have a hard time figuring out AO3.
But if anyone is planning to design a site or needs to teach a bunch of kids how to use the library or something, it's worth keeping in mind just how many unconscious assumptions are hiding behind the idea of something—literally anything—being "intuitive".
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Related to my previous post, here are my headcanons for the pokémon teams the kings would have (feel free to add your own)
Satan:
* Annihilape (A pokémon so angry it died and rage brought it back to life.)
*Tinkaton (Smol and filled with rage, also, very cute.)
*Tyranitar (Idk vibes)
*Hisuian Zeraora (they have the same hair. Also both of them are angry that their people are dying)
Mammon:
*Gholdengo (It's a setient pile of gold)
*Corviknight (It's huge, 250cm, bro that's gigantic. Also, made out of metal which could be gold, why not?)
*Metagross (Tartaros has the best tech in hell, so it makes sense Mammon would have a robot. Bonus points since its shiny has a golden X on its face. Bonus bonus points for Metagross' attack animation)
*Archaludon (Again, made out of metal, but it also has a rivalry with Tyranitar which I think it's pretty cute.)
Leviathan:
*Milotic (They're the same person)
*Gyarados (Did you know that Leviathan also referes to big sea monsters? You did? Bummer.)
*Marowak (Both are orphans)
*Vaporeon (I just think they would be friends)
Beelzebub
*Beedrill (It's a bee, nothing more than that really)
*Slurpuff (Slurpuff has the best smell out of any pokémon, and it's also an ugly dog. And we know that Beelzebub likes ugly dogs sorry not sorry Naberius stans)
*Alcremie (Makes stuff sweeter, who wouldn't want that?)
*Alolan Muk (1st of all, foreign, 2nd of all, it eats garbage. If Beelzebub fucks up his cooking he just gives it to Muk)
Lucifer
*Giratina (Omg, the fallen angel gets the fall from grace pokémon, who would have thought)
*Togekiss (It evolves with friendship and it likes friends and I just want Lucifer to have a support system. Also, a lot of people think that Togepi is a Gen 1 pokémon because of the anime so that would make it kind of a misfit. Perfect for Paradise Lost)
*Melmetal (Nobody really knows what generation to put Meltal and Melmetal in, so, again, into Paradise Lost they go)
*Shedinja (It's dead and it has a halo, I rest my cast)
*Gardevoir (My fav pokémon for my fav character)
Bonus: Some of my favourite nobles with some of my favourite pokémon
Bimet:
*Ceruledge (He orders the dead around, Ceruledge is a ghost, do you see my vision?)
Valefor:
*Armarouge (They're both knights, it makes sense)
*Aegislash (King's Shield, cause Valerof protects Mammon and Mammon is the King so Valerof is the King's shield.)
Eligos
*Sylveon (Ribbons)
*Mawile (I think Mawile is extremely cute, and I always train my ORAS Mawiles to perform well in cuteness contests)
*Cutiefly (It's cute)
Gamigin:
*Drampa (Old chinese-esc dragon. Would probably call it pee-paw and it would be one of his greatest friends)
*Altaria (They are both extremely cuddly)
*Bagon (Small dragon baby that wants to learn how to fly.)
Barbatos:
*Ninetales (it sets up the sun)
That's all I have for now, would maybe update later
#whb#whb satan#whb mammon#whb leviathan#whb beelzebub#whb lucifer#whb bimet#whb valefor#whb eligos#whb gamigin#whb barbatos#what in hell is bad#pokemon
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I’m gonna be honest, I thought going into Winter 2023 that this was gonna be a bit of a dump season. One of those seasons where anime just kinda sits around farting and we all wait patiently for the actual Good Shit to start coming out again while pretending to catch up on our backlogs.
That... has not been the case.
Bofuri Season 2: Seriously, how does this show get so many incredible action cuts?
Buddy Daddies: Look, it’s probably not gonna be gay, but Spy x Family meets Tiger and Bunny is something we all need in our lives, okay?
Campfire Cooking in Another World: Couldn’t even last a full episode of this one before my eyes glazed over. Dropped.
Endo and Kobayashi Live: Now this is pretty charming! Pity the animation’s such garbage, though.
Giant Beasts of Ars: It’s a damn good season for fantasy anime, y’all.
Handyman Saitou in Another World: Could actually end up a halfway decent isekai SOL if it stops being so goddamn terrible at structure.
High Card: This is exactly my brand of Anime Bullshit(tm) and I am so on board.
Ippon Again: An actually great female-led sports anime? With major A Place Further Than the Universe vibes? Do not sleep on this one, y’all.
Kaina of the Great Snow Sea: Damn. Good. Season. For. Fantasy. Anime.
Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible: As far as Takagi-san knock-offs go, this one is pleasant enough.
The Magical Revolution of the Oh Fuck It These LN Titles are Impossible to Remember Just Call it “MagiRevo”: Buckle up, folks, we might just have another Actually Good Isekai on our hands.
Malevolent Spirits Mononogatari: It’s Noragami but shit. Dropped at 1 episode.
Nagatoro-san Season 2: Yeah, turns out I’m still not above the occasional well made trash.
Nier Automata: Genuine question, is this gonna be an acceptable substitute for the game or will I just be spoiling the experience for myself?
Onimai: I fucking hate the Mushoku Tensei studio so much and I hate myself even more for deciding to stick with this one.
Reborn to Master the Blade: This one might be soon for the chopping block, but I’m holding out hope that its story can overcome its middling production values. We’ll have to wait and see.
Revenger: GEN UROBUCHI’S BACK BABY YEEEEEEHAW
Sugar Apple Fairy Tale: Take notes, Every Isekai: this is how you explore slavery in a fantasy setting.
The Tale of Outcasts: Feels like a 13-year-old’sedgy Ancient Magus Bride fanfiction. Honestly, though? I kind of really dig it.
Tomo-Chan is a Girl: LET. TOMBOYS. BE. TOMBOYS. WITHOUT. SHAMING. THEM. FOR. IT. Dropped at episode 2.
Tokyo Revengers Season 2: At this point, I’m just watching out of morbid curiosity of how bad the manga’s ending supposedly was.
Trails of Cold Steel: The Northern War: Easily the weakest fantasy anime of the lot. Giving it one more episode to impress me, otherwise it gets the drop.
Trigun Stampede: Y’all are buggin, the CG here is incredible.
Tsurune Season 2: Good god, the glow-up from season one is nuts. KyoAni just does not miss.
Vinland Saga Season 2: Okay, manga readers, let’s see if watching a bunch of sad men farm is as incredible as you say.
#anime#the anime binge-watcher#tabw#winter 2023 anime#trails of cold steel#sugar apple fairy tale#onimai#nier automata#tokyo revengers#the tale of outcasts#ippon again#bofuri#buddy daddies#giant beasts of ars#revenger#kaina of the great snow sea#high card#handyman saitou in another world#endo and kobayashi live! the latest on tsundere villainess lieselotte#tsurune#ijiranaide nagatoro san#reborn to master the blade#kubo won't let me be invisible
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Never Felt a Feeling Like This
Narumi Gen x f!Reader
summary: For Narumi, it’s love at first sight. For you, it’s boredom.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, meet-ugly, masturbation (m), hinted femdom, switch!narumi (like literally from one paragraph to the next sometimes), budding degradation kink, but also praise kink, spit kink, inappropriate workplace behavior and relationships, mentioned/implied power imbalance (but in name only), dubiously solicited dick pics, narumi is a simp and I'm embarrassed for him and you should be too, narumi’s imagination gets a real workout in this, no bs4s were harmed in the writing of this fic (takes place pre-bs5 release), do not break electronics without proper safety equipment, excessive emoji use (did you know emojis count as words in the word count??)
notes: the kn8!chaos couple's origin story is finally revealed! I'm just happy I was finally able to use a Beyoncé lyric in a title. she released Renaissance because she wanted the kn8!chaos couple to have music to fuck to.
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part of the Agents of Chaos series
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As the First Division’s Vice-Captain leads you throughout Ariake Maritime Base on a tour of the facilities, you find your interest hanging on by a thread.
All Defense Force bases are essentially the same — you have your training grounds and rooms, administration offices, barracks, an Operation Room, and mission preparation spaces. So, you’re torn between yawning loudly and pulling out your phone to see if there’s anything else more worthy of your time, which there surely is.
The only thing stopping you is that this is your first time meeting Vice-Captain Hasegawa and you have just enough awareness to recognize that doing either would probably lead to a poor reaction from the man. There will be plenty of opportunities to test his patience in the weeks, months, and — hopefully — years to come.
With great effort, you stifle both urges and continue pretending to look like everything Hasegawa is telling you is not going in one ear and out the other. You wish he would just drop you off in the Operation Room so that you could figure out which station and console you wanted to take over.
Your mind has begun to wander so much that you almost run into him when he comes to a sudden stop in the middle of the hallway. Although considering he’s still talking and is pointedly facing a pair of double doors, the stop might not have seemed as sudden if you had been paying attention.
“—wanted to warn you,” he sighs and you realize that you’ve missed everything he’s said before.
But you quickly catch sight of the plaque next to the door that reads, “Narumi Gen, First Division Captain,” and are easily able to piece together what it was that Hasegawa was warning you about.
“Ah, don’t worry, Hasegawa. I knew what I was getting into!” you grin up at him, completely missing the way his eyebrow raises at how casually you’ve addressed him without his proper title. “Captain Ogata made sure of that when he was trying to convince me to take the Head of Operations opening at the Third Division instead.”
Your assurances don’t seem to provide him with any sort of comfort. If anything, his severe expression only deepens.
“Yes, well. We’re a little ahead of schedule for your introductory meeting with Captain Narumi but he should be in,” he says, deciding to move past the unsurprising revelation that the Fourth Division Captain had tried to steer you clear of the chaos at the top of the First.
He sharply raps his knuckles on one of the grand, wooden doors to announce your presence and opens them both without waiting for a reply. When you see what lies inside of the office, you understand why.
Your gaze isn’t sure what it should settle on. The piles of dirty clothes? The overflowing garbage cans? The discarded and empty water bottles, cans of coffee, and energy drinks? The precariously stacked Yamazon boxes lining the walls? The reverently displayed and definitely overpriced action figures?
But your eyes are quickly drawn to the lump inside of the futon laid out in the middle of the office and right in front of the large TV, where a first-person shooter game is playing out on the screen. If you listen carefully, you can just make out the muttering coming from the lump in between the sounds of the game’s gunfire.
You tilt your head to the side as you take in the sight. Even if Ogata hadn’t pulled you aside at every opportunity to caution you away from the First Division, Narumi Gen’s reputation was practically legendary among the ranks of the Defense Force — and only partially for his skill in combating kaiju.
It wasn’t a lie when you told Hasegawa that you knew what you were getting into when you accepted the position as the First Division’s new Head of Operations. However, the chaotic state of Narumi’s office still manages to take you slightly by surprise.
Somehow, you remain unaware of the way the corners of your lips are slightly tugging upwards in a hint of a smile.
You’re pulled from your musings by the waves of anger that you feel radiating off of Hasegawa, who you had genuinely forgotten was standing next to you. His arms are crossed over his chest and this close to him, you can see the vein on his forehead pulsing.
“I apologize for your first impression of Captain Narumi,” he grumbles and you can easily tell that this is a common occurrence for the man. “If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll take care of this.”
But before he can march toward the lump, you cut him off.
“No need! I can handle this,” you tell him genially as you curiously open the Yamazon box on top of the mountain nearest you. You’re unimpressed by the six-pack of energy drinks inside. You note that it’s the same brand as the empty cans strewn across the office floor as you carelessly push the box off the stack, where it falls to the floor with a dull thud.
You open the next box and pull out a boxed set of some movie series that you’ve never heard of and which has an obnoxious yellow sticker on the front that says, “LIMITED EDITION!” You pout with disinterest and toss it over your shoulder.
“Are you sure?” Hasegawa asks just as you get ready to move on to the next Yamazon box and you abandon your search through Narumi’s things.
“Has anyone ever told you that you worry too much?” you reply, your nose wrinkled slightly in distaste.
Your admonishment and clear lack of boundaries has a sense of dread creeping up on Hasegawa — one that usually only accompanies a kaiju attack. He’s quick to tamp down any fears that his already-frequent headaches are about to increase, not wanting to tempt whatever higher power might be out there by putting those thoughts into the universe.
The only outward sign of his apprehension is his deepening frown. He responds with a wordless hum.
Turning away from the Yamazon boxes, you look back to the lump to find that it hasn’t moved once despite the noise and your and Hasegawa’s presence. Glancing at the TV screen, you see that the game is still in progress.
There’s an obvious solution to this problem.
The lump is so focused on clearing its virtual mission that it’s easy for you to walk toward the TV, reach behind it, and yank the BS4 plug from the overfilled power strip. The sudden silence from the TV as the console unexpectedly shuts off is met with a screech from the lump, which finally moves to reveal Narumi Gen — captain of the famed First Division and Japan's (supposedly) Strongest Anti-Kaiju Combatant.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” he screams, tossing off the duvet and stumbling to his bare feet. “I was just about to clear the campaign! You just made me lose all of my progress! Who do you think you are?!”
With every shout, he moves closer, his finger pointed at you furiously and his bloodshot eyes practically bulging from his head.
You answer him by grabbing his BS4 from the floor, lifting it over your head, and slamming it back down where it shatters apart. His shriek this time is so loud and shrill that you truly worry for a moment that your ears may begin to bleed.
“No, no, no, no, no,” he repeats frantically as he collapses to his knees and tries to carefully pick up the hardware now scattered on the floor of his office, his fingers trembling from the trauma of seeing his most precious possession in pieces.
But he’s too slow for you. You step past him and kneel down beside the BS4’s exposed motherboard. And then, in one smooth motion, you pull a pair of needle-nosed pliers out of the pocket of your lab coat and drive the jaws straight down where it pierces the fragile, green fiberglass.
You can only describe Narumi’s resulting wail as a widow’s wail for how devastated it sounds.
When you stand up and look back down at him, you see the shell of a broken man. He’s hunched over on his knees near your feet. The shattered pieces of his BS4 are loosely clutched in his hands. And if you look closely, you can make out the slight shaking of his shoulders.
“Who are you?” he rasps, his gaze glued to the remains of his beloved console. “How can you be so cruel?”
“I’m the First Division’s new Head of Operations, bitch,” you smirk down at him, your arms crossed over your chest in satisfaction. The revelation seems to catch his attention because his head shoots up to look at you in shock before anger begins to creep in.
“You? You’re the new Head of Operations?” he seethes, abandoning his BS4’s carcass to slowly stand. His fists are clenched at his sides and the tick in his jaw is visibly noticeable.
However, you’re already moving on. You close the distance between you so quickly that Narumi’s fury is momentarily forgotten as he instinctively takes a step back only for you to take one forward.
His stupor grows worse when your hands come up to cup his jaw. Suddenly, all he can focus on is how warm your touch is and how surprisingly pretty you are, your soft features hiding the heartlessness that lurks underneath.
The reminder shatters his daze and he stumbles backward and away from your caress. He tries to put as much distance between himself and you as he can, only to trip on his futon and wind up sprawled on his back on top of the haphazardly strewn duvet.
Not wasting an opportunity to get close to him again and without a second’s hesitation, you follow him and plop yourself down to straddle his torso. A flush breaks out across his cheeks and quickly spreads to the tips of his ears that are peeking out through his messy hair.
The pink grows a deeper red when you sit up, slightly lifting yourself off of him so that you can further lean over him until only a few inches are separating your face from his. The back of his head is already pressed to the futon, leaving him nowhere to go.
His face feels hot under your fingers as you grip his chin firmly enough that he can’t shake you off this time. Although that seems like something you don’t need to worry about as he appears frozen beneath you. You’re vaguely aware of how his own hands slowly and cautiously drop to rest on the tops of your thighs.
Yet, where Narumi is clearly flustered by the compromising position that you’ve forced him into, the ability to grasp the grossly inappropriate and unprofessional nature of your interaction is beyond you. There’s a purpose to all of this, which makes it incredibly easy for you to ignore the feeling of his fingers nervously twitching through the fabric of your pants.
With one hand holding his chin, the other comes up to rest the back of your fingers on his cheek and you can feel how doing so makes him somehow even more tense. The wildness in your eyes has something stirring deep inside of him, which is only made worse by how he’s already missing your weight on his stomach.
He suddenly finds himself fighting the overwhelming urge to slide his hands up to your waist and pull you back down to sit on him. It wouldn’t be that hard. You would probably make a small cry of surprise if he did. He can practically hear it ringing in his ears and it goes straight to his cock, which is quickly growing half-hard.
And then it wouldn’t take much more to move you a little further down until you’re placed right on top of the bulge in his sweatpants. He would use his hold on you to grind your ass down while he bucks his hips up.
His fantasizing takes a different turn when you slowly begin to lean even closer to his face and his wide eyes drop down to your lips. They look so soft and plush. Your tongue peeks out for just a second before disappearing back into your mouth and he wants nothing more than to chase it with his own.
What would your tongue feel like sliding against his? What would it feel like on his fingers? On his cock?
Your teeth lightly sink into your bottom lip and he’s genuinely surprised that he doesn’t cum on the spot.
It’s only your grip on his chin that keeps him from lifting his head to close the gap altogether. Thankfully, you seem to be doing so on your own and his eyes flutter shut, his lips parting slightly in anticipation.
But then his left eye is opening back up against his will as your thumb pulls on the skin just under his eyelid while your index finger lifts the area just below his brow. His right eye opens in confusion, trying to understand what’s going on.
He takes in how your gaze is fixed on his left eye, your head tilting back and forth from side to side curiously, and it slowly sinks in that the slightly manic look that you’re wearing has nothing to do with the kiss he was expecting. All of your interest in him seems to be exclusively tied to his scarlet-colored eyes — the eyes crafted from the retina of Kaiju No. 1.
It feels like someone has doused him in cold water at the realization.
He can feel his dick softening from the disappointment — but only partially. After all, you’re still straddling him and leaning in close enough that he can feel every one of your exhales on his face.
“So, these are the Future Sight eyes…” you murmur to yourself, switching your attention over to his right eye and giving it the same inspection that the left received. You hum thoughtfully and Narumi scrambles to find something to say, trying to think of anything that has even the slightest chance of impressing you.
Before he can start to brag about the kaiju with a 7.4 fortitude level that he neutralized with one shot last week, you’re removing your hands from his face entirely and sighing heavily, a pout forming on the lips that he had just been daydreaming about. You lean back and sit up, dropping your weight fully onto his stomach once again.
You absently rest your palms on his chest and he’s struck by the vivid mental image of you doing the exact same thing if you were to ride him.
The fantasy comes closer to being real when your hands push down for leverage to readjust how you’re seated. Your attempt to find a more comfortable position has you sliding just a little further down his body. His breath catches in his throat when your knees end up on either side of his waist and your ass meets his lap — and the tent in his pants.
His fingers instinctively grip your thighs tightly as he bites back the deep groan that’s desperately trying to escape his chest.
He knows you can feel how hard he is. It’s not like it’s something easy to ignore when you’re sitting right on top of it. Yet the only reaction you have is a slight twitch at the corner of your lips that’s so faint anyone else except for him, the captain of the Defense Force’s strongest division, would have missed it.
And he also notices that it twitched upward.
For a brief second, he contemplates using his eyes on you. Activating them would allow him to visualize your brain’s signals, indicating your movements before you made them. Maybe then he would have a better idea of what you’re planning to do. It’s probably against some stupid regulation to use the weapons designed to combat kaiju on another member of the Defense Force, but you’re a much more formidable foe.
However, he then feels you shifting slightly as you get ready to move so that his hard cock is no longer poking your ass and he panics.
His hands dart up to grab your hips and keep you right where you are. Although you don’t cry out in the way that his ears are yearning to hear, your eyes widen just a fraction, betraying your surprise at his action.
Knowing that his grip is firm enough to keep you from shaking it off, you instead look curiously over your shoulder and down, your back arching as you check if you can see the hardness directly underneath you. It’s the first clear acknowledgment you make of his arousal.
Anyone else, everyone else, would be frantically trying to explain away the situation — as if there’s a way to explain away an erection that your coworker is sitting on. But Narumi isn’t anyone else and he finds his mind wandering yet again.
All he can focus on is how your arched back pushes your chest forward. Despite the shapeless lab coat that you’re wearing and how it covers the majority of your body, he can still make out the curves of your tits and how they’re perfectly framed by your upper arms on either side.
What would you look like in just your lab coat?
His thumbs twitch where they’re firmly pressed to your hips with the urge to slip them under the hem of your shirt and feel the warmth of your bare skin directly. If he did, he could easily slide them, and your shirt, up. Once he had it high enough, he could then curl one finger into the front of your bra and pull it down until your tits were spilling from its cups.
And then all he would have to do is lean up and he could capture a nipple between his wet lips. He could then wind his arms around you beneath your lab coat to splay one hand across the arch in your back, pressing you further into his mouth. By this point, your hands would have moved from his chest to his shoulders where they would be fisting the fabric of his shirt.
He can hear your phantom cries of pleasure in his ears again as his dick starts to ache.
The bubble bursts when you face forward, your back now hunched over rather than arched. You look deeply unimpressed. Narumi is suddenly and viscerally aware of the thin stream of drool that’s slowly trailing from the corner of his lip and down his jaw where it then meets his neck.
You notice it as well and lift a hand up to casually wipe his spit away with the pad of your thumb. His mouth opens on its own, instinctively wanting you to slip the spit-slicked digit inside.
Somehow, the action has you looking even further unimpressed. Rather than sticking it past his parted lips, you wipe your finger clean on the front of his shirt.
When you meet his gaze, the disinterest that he can see in your eyes and in your expression is crippling. Every fantasy that has been playing out in his head over the past few minutes shatters and comes crashing down around him.
“Hm, I didn’t think the wielder of the oldest numbered weapon would be so boring,” you finally say with a frown.
His open mouth closes before opening again, only to close and then repeat the cycle as he finds himself unable to respond. His reaction doesn’t help his case.
“...b-boring…?” he repeats, seemingly incapable of understanding the meaning of the word.
You slap away his hands from your hips and he’s so dazed that he lets you. The insult slowly starts to sink in and his growing indignation soon eclipses every last ounce of arousal.
“Boring?” he angrily cries out and you simply roll your eyes as you stand up. This time when you move off of him, he’s too outraged to miss your weight and warmth.
“Yes. You bore me,” you tell him pointedly, your hands on your hips as you look down at him where he lays on his back between your feet. He gets the sense that this is exactly how you would be looking at a worm that you saw on the sidewalk before trampling it.
“W-well, if I’m so boring why’d you end up with the First anyway?” he retorts with a glare as he finally sits up. “You’re here because you wanted to be in the presence of Japan’s strongest!”
Your features wrinkle in distaste at the sentiment.
“You wish,” you scoff as you step off of his futon and take a moment to examine your nails. “The First Division’s base is on the bay and the Third’s by a river. The ocean is way nicer. Simple as that.”
He can only gape up at you, speechless once more.
You made the biggest decision of your career based on the base’s proximity to the ocean rather than the strength and prestige of the division. A life-changing decision, and you made it on something as superficial as preferring the ocean to a river.
There was no rational thinking involved. There were no thoughtful considerations made. Other than consulting Google Maps, there was no careful research done.
A decision that you would have to live with for years and you made it based on something as trivial as a body of water.
Simple as that.
Narumi’s heart starts to race and his face grows warm. His palms suddenly feel sweaty and he’s hyper-aware of an unfamiliar fluttering in his stomach. A wide grin slowly stretches across his face.
Before you can walk away, he grabs your ankle.
“Wait! What’s your name?” he asks eagerly. You just smirk down at him and shake off his hand with a kick of your leg before walking away and out of his office without a second glance back at him.
As he watches you leave, he wonders if the irises of his eyes — which usually morph into crosses when being used as the weapon they are — have now taken the shape of hearts.
He’s ready to collapse back into his futon with an infatuated sigh. He still has the tent in his sweatpants to deal with after all and if anything, it’s only gotten harder.
But before he can, he catches sight of Hasegawa, who’s standing stoically by the doors of his office. He wonders if the man has been there the whole time and if so, why he didn’t put a stop to the chaos that just played out before him as he’s normally quick to do.
He vaguely notes that his Vice-Captain looks like he does whenever they’re en route to a kaiju attack and he’s reviewing the information available to assess the threat as best he can before engaging. Determination then crosses his severe features, as if he’s steeling himself for some upcoming battle.
The man appears about to take his leave, but Narumi recognizes that he can’t let his only other source on your identity just walk away.
“Hasegawa! Hey, Hasegawa!” Narumi cries out as he sits up on his knees.
“Yes?” he replies stiffly, steeling himself for whatever is coming.
“Is she single?” He hungrily points in the direction you just went, like there’s any doubt about who the “she” in question is.
Hasegawa’s entire demeanor abruptly turns icy. His arms slowly cross over his chest — usually a sign that a physical assault is imminent.
“I’ll remind you, Captain, that the Defense Force highly discourages fraternization between enlisted personnel,” he says. Despite the lack of violence that accompanies the warning, it’s the most threatening that Hasegawa has ever sounded when reprimanding Narumi.
But all Narumi can think about is how hard he still is and the memory of both your disinterest and your body on top of his as you straddled him.
“Discourages is not forbids,” he smirks with all of the smugness of someone who believes that he’s found the greatest loophole in the history of mankind.
Hasegawa’s scarred features contort into a grimace at Narumi’s easy disregard for the admonishment that he just received. Deciding that the best course of action would be to conserve his energy for the fight that he can see on the horizon, he drops his arms to his sides and walks away from his captain.
“Wait! Tell me her name!” Narumi shouts as he desperately begins to crawl after him.
Hasegawa suppresses the urge to slap a palm to his forehead in exasperation. He looks over his shoulder at the pathetic sight of the man known across the country as Japan’s strongest on his hands and knees, begging for just a crumb of information.
“If you regularly checked your email as is your responsibility as First Division Captain, you wouldn’t need to ask,” he scolds him and with Narumi sufficiently distracted, Hasegawa is finally able to escape, closing the doors to the office with a loud slam!
Meanwhile, Narumi scrambles back to his futon to dig through it for his phone. When he finally finds it, it slips out of his grasp due to how sweaty his palms are. It takes a few tries but with fingers that are trembling with excitement, he’s able to unlock his phone and pull up his email.
He frowns in annoyance at the sheer volume of unread messages. As he starts to scroll through them, his eyes hurriedly skimming through the subject lines of each one, he soon realizes that this is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Doing a quick search for “Head of Operations” pulls up an unopened thread titled, “[URGENT] Start Date: Head of Operations, First Division.” He finds what he’s looking for when he opens it and sees that the latest email is from you, your name appearing in the “from” line.
He slowly says your name aloud, testing it out. He likes the way it tastes on his tongue.
He wonders if your pussy will taste even better when he gets you to sit on his face.
As he skims the email thread for any further information he can glean, he notices that your responses to the information on your promotion and new assignment are largely in emojis. You seem to have a particular fondness for the red 100 emoji.
With a contented sigh, he collapses back into his futon. His phone is clutched tightly to his chest and an adoring smile is painted across his lips.
Rolling over onto his stomach, he rests his chin on a curled fist and returns to his email. Now that he has your name, he happily kicks his feet back and forth in the air and does another search through his inbox for it. He strikes gold when he finds your personnel file attached to a months-old, unopened email.
But he doesn’t get far in reading through it because at the top of the file, just beneath your name, is your phone number. As soon as he sees it, he saves it in his contacts under: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦.
His fingers fly across the screen as he then drafts a new message to you and quickly hits send.
From: Narumi Gen
Hey! Go out with me 🙏
He watches the message thread with unblinking eyes, eagerly waiting for the three little dots that indicate that you’re typing to appear at the bottom. When they finally do, the anticipation of what you’ll say is enough to have him salivating all over again.
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
????
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
Who dis
He frowns slightly. He’s your new captain. Shouldn’t you already have his number saved in your phone? Rather than letting it ruin his giddiness, he seizes the opportunity that he missed earlier to brag.
From: Narumi Gen
JAPAN’S STRONGEST 💪
He smugly waits for your reply. It takes longer this time for the three dots to appear and he’s positive that it’s because you’re too in awe to respond right away.
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
Oh.
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
😒
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
Captain boring 🥱
Each reply is like an arrow to his heart. The yawning emoji in particular feels like you’ve taken a knife to his gut with a pretty smile on your lips. Desperation quickly takes hold.
From: Narumi Gen
Plz go out with me
From: Narumi Gen
Pretty plz? 🙏
From: Narumi Gen
Ur so hot. Plz go out with me 🙇♂️
From: Narumi Gen
I’ll do literally anything to go out with u 😫
His responses are sent in a flurry one right after another. If he had the ability to feel shame, he would be embarrassed by how increasingly pathetic he sounds with each sent message.
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
Nope 🙅♀️
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
This pussy is closed to losers
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
😝
It’s a good thing that he’s already laying down because the one-two punch of being called a loser while also being told that your pussy is off-limits would have had him keeling over.
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
Enjoy taking care of your little problem on your own 🍆✊💦
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
Let me know how it goes 😏
He suddenly feels like you’ve breathed new life into him. Does this mean that you’re imagining him jerking off?
The thought of you thinking of him with his hand pumping his cock has his head spinning. He rolls over onto his back and drops the hand holding his phone by his side as he stares up at the ceiling of his office in a daze.
Acting almost on its own, his free hand slides down his stomach to slip under the waist of his sweatpants and then the band of his boxer briefs. He can’t help the hiss that escapes him when he wraps his hand around his cock. It’s easy to pretend that it’s your hand that’s pulling it out of his pants instead of his.
Would you tell him how boring he is even as your hand slowly begins to move up and down his length? Would you be acting like this is a waste of your time? Maybe you’d be jerking him off with one hand and scrolling through your phone with the other.
His eyes close to aid the fantasy.
He can hear your voice in his ears, every word dripping with indifference as you tell him to hurry up and cum already so that you can go do something that actually interests you. You would barely even look at him, only glancing at him every so often to check how close he is to finishing.
When he spits into his hand to help the glide of his palm, he imagines that it’s your hand and remembers how you didn’t shy away from his saliva when you wiped it off of his chin earlier. His fist speeds up its pace as he imagines what it would have looked like if you had popped your thumb into his mouth for him to suck it clean rather than wiping it off on his shirt.
Or better yet, if you slipped it into your mouth, only removing it once your thumb was free of his spit.
What would it look like if you spit directly into his mouth? He’s positive that you would purse your lips right over his open and waiting mouth and let your spit delicately drip straight down into it. You wouldn’t let him swallow until you told him that he was allowed to. And then you would reward him with a condescending pat on his cheek and a chaste kiss to his shining lips.
And what if he spits into your mouth? He would have you on your knees for him, lips parted wide open, and tongue stuck out as you waited patiently to taste his cock. He would grab your chin with fingers as firm as yours were on his earlier and just when you began to rub your thighs together, he would spit into your open mouth before making you swallow.
Would you whine if he told you that you’re a good girl?
He definitely would if you called him a good boy.
He would whine right into your pussy if you were to tell him how good he was being with his face buried between your thighs, your legs tossed over his shoulders. The words would be broken up between breathless moans as he lapped at your clit, your fingers pulling on his hair to tug his face closer. And he would then start pumping two of his fingers in and out of your pussy, curling them just right, all so that he could hear you say the words again.
After seeing how little he impresses you, he would give anything for even a scrap of your praise. But he also wants to make you just as desperate for his.
He wants you sprawled across the top of his messy desk.
He wants you to make it even messier when you cum on his cock as he pounds into you, his balls hitting your ass with each thrust and your ankles dangling by his ears. He’d have your arousal dripping from your pussy and down the crack of your ass to pool on the wooden surface of his fancy desk.
He’d then slide two of his fingers through the mess before shoving them into your mouth, wordlessly demanding you suck them clean.
And you would, wouldn’t you?
Because for all of your standoffishness and your seemingly aloof nature, when it comes down to it, you would want to be good for him.
You would keep his fingers in your mouth until you were gagging on them when he shoved them in deep enough to reach the back of your throat. And even then, you would keep your lips closed around them until he decides to remove them.
And when he pumps you full of his cum, you would thank him with hazy eyes and an adoring smile. It would mirror the one on his lips when he drops to his knees and pushes open your thighs to watch his cum slowly drip in thick, white gobs out of your sopping pussy to join the growing pool underneath your ass.
Each mental image that rapidly plays out on the backs of his eyelids pushes him closer and closer to cumming. He can feel the orgasm building in his spine and in his balls, only for his eyes to spring wide open when he remembers your request to keep him updated.
His phone is still in his sweaty hand, his fingers clutched around it so tightly that if he wasn’t so used to holding his BS4 controller for long periods of time, then they would be aching. He absently sends a silent thank you to whoever invented Face ID because it means he doesn’t have to fumble with a passcode to unlock his phone and pull up the camera.
As much as it pains him to do so, he pulls his free hand from his weeping cock to yank his shirt up his torso and shove the hem between his teeth. He moans around the fabric when his hand returns back to his cock, giving it a squeeze as he looks down at it through the screen of his phone, trying to angle the camera just right.
His hand is itching to pick back up its frantic pace up and down his shaft. But he keeps it still just long enough to take a perfectly-framed picture of his hand wrapped around the base of his dick and pre-cum leaking over his fingers.
He hurriedly hits send and drops his hand holding his phone back to his side.
However, his hand has only just started moving again when his phone vibrates in the death grip that he has on it. A pathetic, little whine emerges from the back of his throat when he lifts it up and looks at the screen to find that you’ve already replied.
His toes curl and his hips buck up off the futon as he eagerly opens your message.
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO
That’s all it takes for him to cum with a groan of your name that’s muffled by the shirt hem still shoved in his mouth. His eyes are squeezed tightly shut as his hips give a few jerks, imagining that he’s spilling his cum onto your face instead of into his still-moving hand.
When he’s finally capable of opening his eyes, he opens the camera on his phone again. With fingers that are tingling from his orgasm, he takes a second picture — this time of his cum-coated fingers and the streaks of white painted across his stomach.
After hitting send, he continues to look at the screen and preens when the three dots almost immediately appear at the bottom.
From: 🍑🙇♂️💕🍆💦
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
A wistful sigh leaves him as spits his shirt out of his mouth and clutches his phone close to his chest, which is still rising and falling rapidly as he pants for air.
“So, this is what love is like,” he muses aloud, a dreamy smile stretched across his lips and absolutely certain that his racing heart has nothing to do with jerking off or the sticky mess coating his hand and stomach.
#i am shamelessly begging you to reblog this instead of liking bc i worked v v v hard on this and this fandom is teeny tiny#this fic needs all the help it can get 🙏🏽#narumi gen#gen narumi#narumi gen x reader#gen narumi x reader#narumi gen smut#kaiju no. 8 x reader#kaiju no 8 x reader#kn8 x reader#kn8#kaiju no. 8#kaiju no 8#kn8 smut#kaiju no 8 smut#kaiju no. 8 smut#literally tagging anything and everything under the sun#I JUST WORKED SO HARD ON THIS GUYS and it's the first long thing I've written in 7+ months 😭😭😭😭😭#kn8!chaos couple#mel writes
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How To Write Good by Corentine
THE DRAFTING PROCESS, PART 1/2
Hello, people were interested in some writing tips by me so I, uh, sort of kind of cranked out a writing guide in a few hours. I’m not sure if this will be a very comprehensive or helpful guide but let’s give it a try!
⭐ Starting disclaimers: Please remember as with all things that my method is not necessarily the best method, everyone is different and over time you’ll find your own process.
I write romance, so my advice is skewed towards writing that and I’m not sure how helpful it will be for gen fic. I publish fanfic chapter by chapter to AO3 so it’s also skewed to someone doing the same, not someone writing a full novel they want to get published.
I’m going to be using GOL HAH DOV (GHD) for writing examples because, well, it’s a (almost-)finished longfic so it’s as good a reference as any, but obviously GHD is not everyone’s cup of tea. I’ll also occasionally reference Tooth for a Tooth (T4T) which apologies is very far from finished, but the Baldur’s Gate 3 fandom is vastly different to the Skyrim one, so it’s useful to cross-compare them.
Also worth bearing in mind: I have been writing fanfiction since I was about 13, and I’m now 33. That’s 20 years of experience. Do you know what I wrote when I was 13? Hot garbage. Writing is a learned skill that, much like playing a musical instrument or learning literally any other craft, you must put time and effort into to improve.
However although ‘practice makes perfect’ is fundamentally true, that’s also kind of lame advice. So here is what I personally do, which may be helpful in figuring out what you want to do.
STEP ONE: YOU NEED AN IDEA FIRST DUMMY
Think of a fic idea. Probably you have lots of vague ideas. As I’m trying to turn something from a daydream into an actual writing project, I tend to ask myself these questions:
⭐Who is it about?⭐
Pick your pairing, romantic or otherwise. Think about what you like about the character and what traits you want to emphasise in your writing. If you’re writing about fan character x fan character, what makes them go well together? What causes tension between them?
If you’re writing fan character x original character, do remember that your readers are here for the fan character, not for your OC. There is no getting around this, your OC is not what brings people to the fic. GHD’s Chrysanthe was largely intended as a blank slate, quite literally, I made him an amnesiac because the point of the story was Miraak not Chrysanthe.
Over time I was able to shape him into something more distinctive (softly-spoken, stoic, paladin-like, secret tricksy side only Miraak brings out, gets more dragon-like as the story progresses) but that was a gradual thing. Your readers will hopefully come to love your OC as you do, but it takes time for them to get invested. I’m very grateful that people did come to root for Chrysanthe – but make no mistake, if the story had no Miraak in it, people wouldn’t be reading it. Your OC is always a vehicle for the fan character.
⭐What are the overarching themes of the story?⭐
A cohesive story has a theme that repeats throughout, and picking one early on will let you write with that theme in mind. As an example, the themes of GHD are:
Soulmates / we were destined to meet each other
There’s no-one else like me / you and I are the only real ones here
One’s a hero one’s a villain
Zero to hero / hero becomes progressively more badass
Redemption arc but the villain is never fully redeemed – for GHD this turned into the repetition of Miraak’s theme he’ll never be pure but for you he’ll try and later Chrysanthe’s I love you exactly as you are
Your own themes might be something like best friends who don’t realise they’ve been in love this whole time or can’t live with you can’t live without you. Tropes count towards this too, so something like soulmates, Modern Coffee Shop AU, hanahaki, all of that stuff is a story theme.
⭐What does this fic do that other fics like it don’t?⭐
GOL HAH DOV was sort of easy mode in this regard because there aren’t many fics featuring Miraak at all, so writing anything was already doing something different. Of those existing fics, I wanted to see more where Miraak was evil and scary, and you should be the change you want to see in the world (of fanfic), so I decided to write it myself. I get a lot of comments on Miraak’s personality, so I assume this is mostly what makes GHD stand out!
I’ll use T4T as a contrasting example, because Skyrim is old and Miraak is niche, but Baldur’s Gate 3 is new/popular and Astarion is a fan favourite. That means there’s a veritable sea of fic about him, so what can you write that will stand out from the many, many other fics out there? It doesn’t have to be the only one of its kind or anything, but it does need to have some special about it.
You’ll want to either go for a strong theme or trope (i.e. soulmates, magical spell curse, we’re both monsters), or change the setting (canon divergence, ‘what if X happened instead?’, or even outright alternate universe and a brand new plot). Personally, I choose to follow the source material but go off-script. I gotta say, nothing makes me sadder than seeing plot and dialogue lifted straight from a game with zero changes made to it. That’s a personal preference obviously, but I think if you write a fic it should strive to do something different to the rest.
⭐Do I have enough enthusiasm to finish it?⭐
This is more applicable to longfic, but you really need to be in love with a story to see it through to the end. Be realistic with yourself, how much free time and energy you have – if you start it, do you think you can finish it?
I have a whole planning process (detailed later) and sometimes I start planning out an idea just to realise I don’t really have the enthusiasm to actually write the whole thing. This is fine! Even just planning is still a writing exercise, and it might spark some different ideas.
Once you have your idea, and you’re confident you’re going to actually write it… then for the love of all that is holy, do not share it in detail with anyone. You can pitch an idea to see if people will be interested but if you go into specifics about story events or certain scenes? You basically get the endorphins from having ‘created’ it, only you haven’t actually created it, and now you’ve had the chemical pay-off you probably never will. Keep your ideas to yourself until you’ve actually written them.
STEP TWO: WRITE THAT DOWN
In terms of writing software, I use Scrivener, which is a paid-for software but is not subscription based (I wouldn’t pay continually for software unless I was reliably writing every day, and sometimes I go ages without being in the mood to write). Scriv’s word processor isn’t the most intuitive thing, but I like its organisation features. This is what a work in progress looks like for me:
That’s essentially a folder (the story) containing a bunch of word documents (the chapters). You could break it down even further and have a chapter folder with each document being individual scenes, then stitch it together later - if writing is a daunting process for you, it’s useful to break it down into small, manageable chunks. You can do this in other software obviously, I just find Scrivener the most visually pleasing.
Set up your writing document, and let’s get to planning what we’re actually going to write!
...Apparently tumblr has a word limit I've exceeded, so I'll write the next bit separately. Here's PART TWO.
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It’s incredibly deeply wildly frustrating to see so many parents of my generation (just eked into Gen X) feeling so self righteously superior to boomer parents because “ew look at them they rejected their gay kids I would never do that” and yet THEY ARE DOING THE SAME THING TO THEIR TRANS KIDS.
“It’s different”
Fuck you. Loving your kids is the same. Respecting your kids is the same.
I see all these trans kids out here having to fight for their safety and lives out in the world then go home and beg for their parents acceptance in the one place they should always feel like they belong—their homes.
It makes me want to set things on fire.
If you can’t accept your trans kid, guess what, right now you might find support for that in broader society. (Not from me but out there) But in twenty years, you’re gonna look exactly as evil and shitty as your boomer parents do today for kicking their kids out on the streets in the 80’s and 90’s for being gay.
Your job is always the same. Always. Love your kids. Accept your kids. If you can’t do that, you are being a garbage parent, and that is just a fact.
#random irl post#there are two trans young people in my family#and a trans kiddo neighbor#it makes me insane to see how their parents treat them#these same parents are so proud that they accept gay people#why can’t they see
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Can we all just appreciate a millennial/elder gen-z mc who just quotes vines nonstop and confuses the fuck out of the brothers? Lmao
Mc gets caught in the middle of two of the brothers drama and gets hit: Ah, fuck. I can't believe you've done this.
The scene after the other version of herself disappears. she just looks Belphie dead in the eyes as she reveals herself and says: I'm a bad bitch! You can't kill me!
Mc stressing over class work: Whaddup? Im Jared, Im 19, and I never fuckin learned how to read.
Mc see a road work sign: road work ahead? Uh yeah, I sure hope it does.
One of the boys disappoints her: I thought you were bae. Turns out your just fam.
Mc gets hurt somehow: Mother trucker, dude. That hurt like a buttcheek on a stick.
Mc randomly blurting out: oh thanks for checking in ~Im still a piece garbage~
One of the boys does something cool: oh my diavolo.. he on x-games mode
Mc looks at one of them with finger guns: Ya like jazz???
Mc to one of the boys: Country boy, i love you... blehhhhhhhh
Mc to all of them while holding a guitar: ~I love you bitch. I aint ever gonna stop lovin you bitch~
Anything happens: ~idk wtf just happened but I dont really care imma get tf up out of here fuck this shit im out~
More things she blurts out at random:
WELCOME TO T-T-T-T-TARGET!!!!!
Iridocyclitus
~Two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause their not gay~
I wont hesitate bitch
Fr e sh a voca do
Look at all those chickens
Stooop I coulda dropped my croissant
I smell like beeeeef
Hi welcome to chili's
Hey duck! Your no good duck! Your. Just. Like. Your father!
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sometimes I think about how I read gone with the wind purely to understand why it was the novel du jour among white gen x moms who liked to read & it was just blatantly the most antiblack and horrible garbage on top of being boring and using rape as a way to punish, teach, and reveal the main character. it's just a fucking horrible novel with no value other than to examine how people can romanticize slavery, rape, and more if we think it says something interesting about making a white woman unstable in a pretty way
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Watch "Garbage - When I Grow Up" on YouTube
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When I grow up
I'll be stable
When I grow up
I'll turn the tables
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up
I'll turn the tables
Don't take offense
Better make amends
Rip it all to shreds and let it go
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In honour of people shitting on gen alpha for watching skibidi toilet, I'd like to share the kind of shit I watched when I was 6.
Look I get it, skibidi toilet is stupid, nonsensical, low quality, etc etc etc. You have the right to believe that, but I need you to realise that a lot of the shit we watched when we were their age was just as, if not lower quality as skibidi toilet is.
Yes I would absolutely love if gen alpha had higher quality content to watch, but that doesnt give me the right to judge them for enjoying what content they have. They're children, they'll cling to what they can for entertainment, thats not something we should judge anyone for, it's human nature. Yes we don't understand skibidi toilet, but we understand what it's like to be a child and we understand what its like to be snared by silly music and pretty shapes and colours, and by blaming gen alpha for simply enjoying the same things we enjoyed as children is not only hypocritical and pedantic, but flat out traumatic.
We're doing the exact same thing the generations before us did to make us hate them. We're pulling the "Back in my day" card.
I remember when I was 6, watching YTPs and minecraft let's plays and whatever the fuck "ball games with angry birds" is, and I remember being told that what I was watching was "rotting my brain" and "low quality garbage" and that I should feel ashamed for watching it. Not just with youtube either, but just media in general: TV, video games, music, books and so on so forth. And the thing is, it did make me feel ashamed, it made me want to hide my interests, it made me feel stupid for liking the things I did, it alienated me from those eho are older than me. It's led me to be overly defensive of the things I enjoy, it's made those rose tinted nostalgia goggles even rosier.
Now we're doing the exact same thing to gen alpha. We're making their emotions feel invalid as a way to cope with how our emotions were invalidated by the millenials, whose emotions were invalidated by gen x, whose emotions were invalidated by the boomers, so on so forth. The only thing we get out of mocking gen alpha is alienating them from us and keeping the ebil cycle going.
Most of gen z are adults now, whether we like it or not; gen alpha has been brought into a shitty world with very little to take comfort in, and its our responsibility as ADULTS to to not make it any shittier than it has to be. We need to work together to break the cycle.
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PSA:
just because x character wasn't part of the core cast or had their trademark expire, doesn't mean that they "aren't in the reboot." all of your favorite characters were introduced in waves after the initial one. we didn't know about abbey or spectra or even clawd, one of the core characters BROTHER until mattel saw fit to just introduce them
even trademarks expiring isn't indicative of anything, bc iirc Toraleis trademark is still/was abandoned as recently as last week and she obviously is part of the initial cast
I said this in the first reboot, but there's over 70 characters from gen 1 that had dolls. introducing them all in the initial wave is a LOGISTICAL NIGHTMARE. none of the characters would GET ANY characterization and I guarantee that doll quality would be garbage
be patient and breathe; enjoy what we got and imagine what you're fave character will look like
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What Did You Just Say? The Top 24 Gen Z Slang Phrases That Leave Older Generations Confused
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As the world becomes increasingly connected through the internet and social media platforms, generational gaps become more evident. One platform, in particular, has left older generations scratching their heads – TikTok. With its own unique language and fast-paced trends, TikTok has introduced a whole new set of words and phrases that can leave many adults feeling out of touch.
To find the most confusing Gen Z word, a new study by language education website Anna Spanish analyzed Google data to find out which TikTok phrases are searched online for their meanings. Researchers compiled a list of over 150 trending slangs and ranked the top 24 with the most searches. They then analyzed the number of searches for each slang combined with terms like “Slang meaning”, “what does Slang mean”, “what does Slang stand for” and “Slang definition”.
‘Pookie’ turned out to be the most confusing Gen Z word with 465,480 searches seeking its meaning. On TikTok and other social media platforms, ‘pookie’ is often used as an affectionate nickname or term of endearment for a loved one, such as a romantic partner, friend, celebrity, or pet.
Some other words that made the list include ‘simp,’ ‘rizz,’ ‘ick,’ and ‘mid’ just to name a few. Here’s the full list of the most trending/confusing Gen-Z slang words and phrases along with their meanings and search volume:
Pookie (465, 480) – A nickname which you call your best friend or someone you really love
Gyat (264,500) – Short term for goddamn
Simp (220,880) – It is when a male is overly submissive to a female and gains nothing from it
Rizz (201,000) – Short for charisma. Another word for spitting game/how good you are with pulling and sustaining women
Coquette (157,900) Coquette is mainly an aesthetic based on reclaiming girlhood and embracing a fun-loving, bubbly personality
Preppy (102,250) – A preppy girl is a girl who wears the “preppy aesthetic” style, this includes wearing roller rabbit, love shack fancy, sassy shortcake, american eagle, etc.
Yeet (95, 890) – To violenty throw an object that you deem to be worthless, inferior or just plain garbage
NPC (88,400) – Short for non-playable character, it means the opposite of a main characters, usually a background character in your life that does not have a significant importance
Moots (61,940) – Short for mutuals. It’s when you follow someone and they follow you back
No cap/capping (56,420) – The use of the phrase “no cap” is meant to convey authenticity and truth
Ick (50,100) – Something someone does that is an instant turn-off for you, making you instantly hate the idea of being with them romantically
GRWM (49,550) – A GRWM video is a vlog where you film everything that you do in your morning, night, ETC routine
Delulu (49,500) – A delusional fangirl/boy who believes they can/will end up with their favorite idol or celebrity and invest an unhealthy amount of time and energy into said idol
Cheugy (42, 870) – The opposite of trendy
Bussin (34,720) – What you would say if something was really good
Opps (30,300) – Anyone in competition or against you
Sus (22,570) – Giving the impression that something is questionable or dishonest, short for suspicious
PFP (22,280) – Short for profile picture
OOMF (22,200) – Short for “one of my followers”, usually used on X and TikTok to talk about one of your followers without mentioning their name
Beige flag (18,100) – Something that’s neither good or bad but makes you pause for a minute when you notice it and then you continue on, something odd
Sheesh (10,160) – A word used as a substitute to “Daaaaamn”
OK Boomer (9,890) – A slang term used as a response to a statement made by a person from the baby boomer generation
Heather (8,250) – When someone says you’re Heather, they mean that everybody can’t help but like you
Mid (8,210) – Used to insult or degrade an opposing opinion, labeling it as average or poor quality
Anna Latorra, founder of Anna Spanish commented on the findings:
“Language is always on the move, adapting and evolving. It mirrors the shifts in our lives, our culture, our experiences, and the flow of time. Though many languages exist, slang changes particularly fast. Every generation comes up with its own set of slang terms. However, keeping up with the latest slang can be tough, more so with social media’s power to turn phrases into overnight sesnations. On the other hand, this is also good because signs of a healthy language include new words being created , words being borrowed from other languages and new meanings being given to existing words.”
How do you feel about these words/phrases? How many of them are familiar? Will you be adding them to your lingo? Let us know in the comments!
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I think your (y/n or x reader) statement is really good, it definitely made me think. I only have tumblr again since last year and had last used it in 2016. At first I was totally overwhelmed because everything had changed so much. Fanfictios? Y/n's? Readers? Everything I saw here was something completely different from what I knew from Wattpad. Also back then I had tumblr only for gifs, lol. I thought I'd try this Y/N thing and I understand what's good and bad about it. I have rewritten so many of my fanfictions and ideas to y/n and have noticed how much potential is getting lost. Thank you for this insight! I will definitely write classic fanfiction again with characters I invented myself. But being actually able and write about those characters we like is really hard, cause after all we will never be able to know what they would actually be like.
As always I apologize for my grammar and stuff, sometimes I need to use a translator. I hope it’s not that messed up and hard to read. So thank you again for giving that insight. It really changed my sight on all of that. But I think we should also try to see both sides. For some is that writing style an escape, something that helps them to deal with life, keeps them going as well I guess. Not everyone is a good writer but everyone can be. After all we write for ourselves. We should write for ourselves and help each other if we can.
Greetings Kat ✌🏻
Glad you could find something useful in my rant. Your grammar is fine, don't sweat it in Asks.
One thing I'll point out though: "I will definitely write classic fanfiction again with characters I invented myself. But being actually able and write about those characters we like is really hard, cause after all we will never be able to know what they would actually be like. "
That's where that imagination that I mentioned comes in. As humans we were gifted with the ability to imagine scenarios that we would 'never be able to know' what they would actually be like. Authors (good ones) create well-written universal characters that their readers respond to; they can either love them or hate them. Sometimes authors create poorly written characters in their canon *cough*CairoSweet*cough* that serve as the foundation for better character development in fandom.
If you're writing your own character, you should probably write up a character profile and get to know your own character before unleashing them on others...if you don't have a sense of who they are, neither will your readers.
It is very hard for some people to write like writers and not Tumblrinas. That's why we also have that dialogue garbage that isn't 'writing fan fic', it's tapping out dialogue (usually bad, or unoriginal/been done elsewhere/usually a decade or decades before the author hit their teens dialogue). They can't write a scene between people beyond the dialogue. (That's where 100 word drabble practice comes in.)
None of it I can understand, since Millennials and Gen Z have been given the tools to become fantastic writers. They have a whole world of dictionaries, thesauruses, and FREE BOOKS to read and emulate. Writing in the style of your favorite author--exactly the assignment Mr. Miller gives in Miller's Girl--is actually a very great way to actually practice your writing. It's how I went from o.k. writer who could write dated Walt Whitman-like poetry to 'great' writer who could write timeless Ginsberg and cummings-like poetry in high school. I went from getting my poems rejected and ridiculed (it was all blind critique) to owning more than 1/4 of the published submissions (and the cover artwork) in my senior year.
But that's poetry. Before that I was writing just regular ol' smut, my style an amalgamation of the various authors I've read over the years. We are all amalgamations of what has come before us; except when there's 🗑️ out there and that's all you read, you become the amalgamation of 🗑️. So...let's follow your lead and not put out such vapid garbage. Amalgamate! But do it better.
Thanks for the Ask & good luck. 🫴🏽💕✨
#bad writing#on writing#writing#writer problems#writer probz#writer probs#you are what you eat#and most of the shit on here is kfc#and not the awesome crunchy kind
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