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imagining-in-the-margins · 10 months

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Instinct (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer explains the biology of sex to Reader during the act. Request: Spencer Reid explaining what happens to your body during an orgasm while giving you one 🥵 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Fingering, biological processes, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mild degradation/dumbification Word Count: 1k

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When you find yourself in Spencer’s bed, there is no time to wonder what led you there. You have no interest in debating it, either. Your attention is diverted, devoted to more pressing things—things like the feel of his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck.

You’d never even allowed yourself to wonder what instinct drove you straight into his arms… not until his mouth shifts to your ear.

“Do you want to know why you’re really here?” he asks.

You nod before you’ve even considered the question.

This was the correct answer, and he rewards you by sneaking a hand between your thighs.

“You’re here because I want you to be,” he says, “and humans are, at their core, simple animals acting on the same instinct as everything else.”

You try to focus on the words he’s saying but you’re too caught up in how beautiful his voice sounds. You are also distracted by his fingers that gently cup your heat.

He pauses, his chest heaving with excitement as he taunts, “You wanna feel good, right?”

You try to nod, but he’s already speaking.

“I know, sweetheart.”

Mercifully, two fingers slide between slick folds. Your back arches forward, seeking to feel the weight of his body but he stays too far away.

He just watches you with a clever smirk. Your stomach tenses under the lustful gaze, but you say nothing.

It’s the right answer.

“You know, your brain actually changes when I touch you like this,” he chuckles.

His fingers continue to trace the outline of your heat but fail to breach the entrance. He is movingly entirely too slow and seems to be taking far too much pleasure in your squirming.

“The part of your brain that dictates your values and how to make decisions… that’s long gone.”

You know you’re supposed to nod, but you whimper, instead.

“No fear, no anxiety, no pain,” he hums, “your mind can only focus on one thing…”

“Please,” you beg.

He punishes your interruption by sinking both fingers into you without warning.

“Me,” he confirms, “All you can think about is how to get me to keep touching you like this.”

You cry out for him, reach for him like a tether.

He more than lets you. He revels in your nails digging into his skin.

“Your heart and lungs are working so hard, but they can’t keep up.”

Spencer’s motions are faster, his fingers thrusting into you with a ruthless pace. Exactly as he said, you are gasping for air between desperate moans.

But he just prattles on, still sporting that dark, almost condescending smirk.

“Do you want to know why your thalamus is active during sex? It’s because it helps integrate memories. Memories about touch and those secret last-second thoughts just before you fall apart.”

You can’t focus enough to even try to conjure a fantasy beyond his fingers that you are figuratively and literally wrapped around.

He has you exactly where he wants you at the precipice of oblivion. Only then does he remove his fingers and drags them over the swollen pearl at your crest.

“What are you thinking about?” he teases.

“You,” you gasp.

It’s the right answer.

Spencer is quick to kiss you, his lips crashing against yours while his fingers feverishly stroke at the most sensitive part of you. His tongue sneaks between your teeth until you feel there is no part of you he hasn’t claimed.

You sob against his lips while your body writhes beneath him. You tremble with tension and overwhelming relief until you collapse back into the bed.

Spencer, though, seems unfazed by your exhaustion. Instead, he pulls his hand back and continues his lecture despite your glazed-over eyes.

“Now you’re here. Dopamine is rushing through your body. You might think it’s just about pleasure, but you’re actually learning.”

He stalks closer, crawling over your half-limp body. His eyes are still burning with that same predatory look.

“Right now your body is telling you that I know how to fulfill your needs and it’s trying to figure out how to make sure I’ll do it again and again and again.”

With the same hand he used to touch you, Spencer touches himself.

“But see, this is where it happens. These formative moments when you’re nothing but a blissful mess, that’s how I make sure you come back to my bed.”

He lines himself up against aching folds. He groans at the nearly formed wetness, but he hesitates to push forward.

“Right now your body is begging you to find someone, anyone to take care of you,” he says with great satisfaction. “This is the most important moment, when your blood coursing with dopamine, oxytocin, vasopressin, and prolactin…”

Then, right before he fills you past your breaking point, he chuckles against your lips.

“This is where you fall in love.”

As if on command, your body clings to him. You wrap all your limbs around him and try to bring him closer somehow.

But he’s already too close. Each time his hips crash into yours, you can feel him bottom out with an almost euphoric jolt of pain.

You can feel it, the truth in everything he’s said. His skin burns into yours as your heart struggles to keep up with the slew of sensations. Your chest, face, and neck are on fire, and he seems dedicated to trying to quell that heat with feverish lips.

After what feels like forever and not nearly long enough, he fucks you even harder. His teeth sink into your neck and the almost-pain makes you shiver.

“Do it again,” he growls against bruised skin, “Come for me.”

With a particularly brutal thrust, he fills you until you have no other choice. Your body snaps, seizes around him and begs him to reward you one final time.

You feel the gentle waves of warmth, the heavy throbbing of his cock as he joins you in the bliss. Your bodies begin to slow from frantic motions until you are left cradled in an exhausted embrace.

Spencer moves just enough to be able to kiss you, soft and slow and without any hint of pain.

And you know that… is exactly why you're there.

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in1-nutshell · 2 months

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This is the second part of the past request for Elita One's twin sister reaction from Dinobots and Wreck-Gar.

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's Twin sister reactions from Jazz and the Jettwins

SFW, Platonic, Hinted romance, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

TFA

Set Pre-Sentinel and Elita reunion.

Buddy had come to visit Dinobot Island early in the morning before most of the team was up and ready.

She had promised Grimlock and the others to spend the day with them. After that they would watch the meteor shower.

There was less light pollution on the island, meaning the stars would be better to look at.

Bless the Dinobots, they really tried to stay up late, but one by one they ended up falling asleep before it was time to see them.

First, it was Slag.

Then, Swoop.

Finally, Grimlock.

Buddy petting Grimlock’s helm in the cave.

“You can sleep Grimmy. It’s okay.”--Buddy

Grimlock trying to suppress a yawn.

“Grimlock not tried… not tired…”--Grimlock

“Hey… its okay, you guys had a long day of sparring and training. You deserve the rest.”--Buddy

Grimlock huffing tiredly.

“But Buddy excited for stars and so far away…”--Grimlock

“I won’t go too far, I promise. As soon as it done, I’ll come straight back for our sleepover okay?”--Buddy

Grimlock response by snoring loudly.

Buddy chuckling softly before quietly leaving the cave.

Now Buddy was laying on her back looking at the twinkling lights.

Soon it would be time for the show to start.

She closed her optics feeling the gentle wind brushed against her frame.

This was nice.

Buddy peacefully enjoying the breeze.

The winds pick up a bit.

“Hmmm.”--Buddy

The winds start getting harsher as stray twigs start flying around.

Buddy opens her optics and sits up looking at the trees around her sway more and more.

“Carl from the weather station said it was going to be a light breeze.”--Buddy

The winds start picking up even more as her tree sways more and more.

“He didn’t say anything like Category 3 hurricane winds!”--Buddy

Then the fireball hit the tree knocking Buddy into the mud below.

Buddy groaned as the mud stuck onto her paintjob.

It was going to take forever to get all of this out of her joints, not to mention the sanitation treatments she was going to have to do before she could attend to anyone at base.

Buddy groaning as the mud clings to her.

A pair of white pedes appeared in front of her.

“Oh… Sorry about that. Here let me help you up.”

The strange white mech helps Buddy up on her pedes.

He wipes some of the mud from her optics.

Meanwhile with Megatron…

He is trying to read a data pad but something wrong tingles across his entire frame.

Back on Dinobot Island…

“Sorry again. My teammates tend to be a bit… rowdy when they come to new places. I’m Jazz by the way.”--Jazz

Buddy blinks taking in the appearance of the white mech.

“Well, no harm done in the end. It’s a bit of mud after all.”--Buddy

“Maybe we should find some sort of water to wash it off.”--Jazz

Buddy catching a glimpse of the Elite Guard badge.

“No! I mean—it’s not necessary right now.”--Buddy

“Why? That’s going to be hard to clean when it hardens.

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Anyways I’m here for the meteor shower.”--Buddy

“There’s going to be shower tonight?”--Jazz

“Ye—”--Buddy

CRASH!

Two bots suddenly crashed down a couple of feet away from the two making them jump.

The two bots got up and started bickering.

The orange bot created a fireball in one servo, while the other swirled the wind in his servos.

What in the name of Cybertron…

When did the Guard start recruiting Outliers?!

And why did they kind of sound like Blizwing’s kids if he had any.

Did he have kids?

That’s a question to ask another day.

“Jetfire! Jetstorm!”--Jazz

Both bots stop and look at Jazz.

“Those your teammates?”--Buddy

“Yeah. Hey, knock it off you two. She fell off a tree thanks to you two ruff housing.”--Jazz

The two quickly put out the wind and fore, stand up straight and stand in front of the two.

“We are very sorry for that!”--Jetstorm

“…It all right. Just a bit muddy, but it’s okay. I’ll clean up later.”--Buddy

“What is your name?”--Jetfire

“Umm…”--Buddy

Bright stars start flying across the sky.

“The shower is starting! Quick! I know a clearing we can go and see them!”--Buddy

Buddy grabs Jazz’s servo leading the others to the clearing.

Meanwhile at the Decepticon base…

Megatron is trying to sleep but something feels very off, and he feels upset for no reason.

The meteor shower had begun.

She instructed them to look up at the sky.

The four of them stared at the streaks that filled the night sky.

It was beautiful.

The twin loved seeing them and attempted to ‘race’ some of them as they streaked the sky.

Jazz and Buddy just sat down watching the twins and the sky.

They talked for a bit and before they knew it dawn was fast approaching.

“Welp, its time for me to start heading out.”--Buddy

“It was nice night. Thanks for letting us in on the shower.”--Jazz

“You’re welcome, Jazz.”--Buddy

The Jettwins landing down giving Buddy a big hug.

“Thank you for showing us this!”--Jetfire

“This was so awesome!”--Jetstorm

Buddy hugging back.

“I do have to ask, why were you guys on Dinobot Isalnd? Grimlock doesn’t like many bots.”--Buddy

“We actually came here to get a colleagues weapon they lost here.”--Jazz

“Really? What is that?”--Buddy

Jetstorm showing the familiar looking shield.

Buddy suppresses a gulp and smiles.

“Well, it was lovely to meet you three, I hope you guys make it back safe. I gotta go.”--Buddy

Buddy fast walks her way into the brush.

“Wait! I didn’t get your name—and she’s gone.”--Jazz

“You think we will see her again brother?”--Jetfire

“I hope so brother!”--Jetstorm

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfa x reader #tfa x platonic reader #tfa jazz #tfa jettwins #tfa jazz x platonic reader #Elita One's twin sister

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darklordofthesimp · 2 years

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Fury (Din Djarin x Reader)

After an encounter with some low-life locals, Din almost doesn't make it in time to save you. Fear sends him into a rage that is nothing like the Mandalorian you'd come to know.

Requested by @4ng3lf43: #15 This isn’t you #7 You’re scaring me

A/N: Angry Din is hot Din... not for the reader though, that's scary Din. THIS IS A LOOOOOONG ONE I GOT CARRIED AWAY NOT PROOFREAD

Category: Angst, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic Violence

You hadn't realized just how bad you were at fighting.

Despite what your Mandalorian counterpart had tried to teach you, time and time again, you'd come to realize you were terrible under pressure. Your hands had flailed uselessly and you'd just resorted to biting and kicking, not your proudest moment but the best you could offer at the time.

"Tell us where he is," a voice sounded from behind you, low and mocking. You grimaced and strained against your bindings, the scumbags had tied you to a chair with wire rope and it was cutting into your skin. Though, those movements stopped pretty quick when you felt the tell-tale press of a blaster against the back of your head.

The person rounded your predicament, coming to stand before you with their weapon outstretched, that damned barrel aiming straight between your eyes. It was a Twi', you observed.

He had dark cerulean skin with a deep-set gaze and, once, you might have thought him handsome had you seen him in a cantina somewhere. But you weren't in a bar, you were in a cold, dim room wishing your bounty hunter would hurry up.

"Who?" You rasped, groaning as he pushed the blaster further into your forehead.

"Don't play dumb," he snarled, "where is the Mando?"

Your breath hitched, you didn't have to play dumb, you did a pretty good job of embodying the word every day. There was nothing you could tell him, though. Not that you would.

Your companion had disappeared to find his bounty, leaving you to your own devices in the markets. You had a list of parts that you'd needed, excited to finally have a couple of days to rest and patch up the ship, it had been falling apart despite your patch jobs.

"I don't know," you said honestly. "He doesn't tell me these things."

The Twi' snarled, turning to his entourage behind him. There were around six in his crew, all of them of differing species, shuffling on their feet impatiently. They stared back at him, one of them raising their shoulders in a shrug.

They were amateurs, you realized. As you looked closer you realized they were all relatively young, the Twi' would have been the oldest of them all; but even he was a new adult.

"Is it credits your after?" You asked gently, a newfound softness blooming across your chest. They were new to the game and this planet was unforgiving, you highly doubt they were here by choice.

The azure creature turned to face you, panic evident across his features. From the twist of his mouth and the scrunch of his brow bone, you could tell he was distressed. He had thought this would be easy, and he most likely knew you were telling the truth. Now he had just kidnapped the Mandalorian's counterpart, painted a target across his back and gotten nothing to gain from the whole disaster.

"He's my bounty," he snapped, raising the weapon to your face once more. You knew better than to underestimate him, a panicking person is a trigger happy person- Mando had taught you that early on.

"You're not going to get him, kid." You shook your head, your gaze imploring. "You're only going to get hurt if you don't let me go."

Something lit up in his expression, and your heart sunk to your stomach. The corner of his mouth quirked as he turned to face his crew once more, blaster holstered back into his belt. His fingers tangled into your hair and gripped hard as he dragged you forward in your seat. You bit down the cry threatening to let loose.

"We're gonna wait," he said, hope staining his words. "He'll come for them, we'll set an ambush right kriffin' here and he won't know 'til it's too late."

Your heart leapt into your throat when he glanced down at you once more. There was a hungriness in his eyes that had your lungs in a death grip, breath rattling in your chest.

"And you," he seethed, kneeling down to be at eye level where he held you. "You will suffer every minute that we have to wait."

"You don't want to do this," you rasped tremulously, fear spiking along the length of your spine like an ice-cold drip. "Please."

He said nothing, only offering a cruel and twisted smile.

Only when he raised his fist, a merciful warning of what was to come, did you close your eyes.

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"He's here!"

Your lids felt as though they were glued shut. Maybe they were, you wouldn't have been surprised if that was some sort of new torture tactic. Distantly, in the part of your mind that was still working, you felt stupid.

So, so stupid.

The empathy you had felt for the people before you, forced into a life they never would have chosen otherwise, it had gotten you into this situation to begin with. Your compassion was always your downfall, and your Mandalorian had even told you that one day you would learn your lesson.

This was definitely it.

You had failed the class but Maker had you learned.

The sound of a blaster shot whizzing by your ear jolted you to full consciousness. Forcing your eyes open, you tried to observe your surroundings despite the fuzziness of the scene. The wood behind your head was scorched, as was the rope holding you down. Someone had shot your bindings, someone had set you free.

There was the sound of muffled yelling, and the overhead lights flashed.

"Get him!"

You rubbed your eyes hard, falling to your knees gracelessly. You couldn't see anything, there was so much blood and sweat caking your lashes you were virtually blind. Your battered limbs groaned in agony with every movement, but you couldn't fall into that, you needed to get out of there.

There was the familiar sound of a flamethrower, then wretched screams that rattled your soul. Beautiful chrome armor glinted in the blurry arc of your vision and a gasp fell from your lips.

Your Mandalorian had come for you.

And he was furious.

"Who sent you?"

That voice was unrecognizable, yet you knew it was him. The fury that gripped every syllable with a fearsome growl made your knees quiver. He was a bounty hunter, a fearsome race of warrior people and he was as dangerous as they came; you knew that. But, despite all the situations you had been through, you had never seen him like this. It was terrifying to watch, and you almost wished your vision hadn't been so clear anymore.

The sound of death deafened you, and the sight of it was paralyzing.

"Get him to stop," the whisper was harsh in your ear, as you were gripped by your shoulders and pulled upright. "We surrender, just tell him to stop!"

The Twi' was behind you, using you as a human shield to protect him from the Mandalorian's wrath, but you knew that it would only provoke him. One by one, his friends fell, disfigured and agonized. You could only imagine how it felt knowing that you were next, coming to terms with the armored reaper before you.

But these were children, barely of age. While the Twi' behind you was an adult, he had barely begun his journey, and most likely had never experienced life with freedom as an option. This was the best they could do with themselves if they wanted to survive and provide for their families, you knew because you had been there.

They didn't deserve this, but then again neither had you.

Were you not all victims of an unjust society?

The room fell quiet, eerily so. There were no moans of pain, no sounds of blaster fire or metal on metal, there was nothing. You realized it was because there was no one left, no one besides the Twi' that held you in his arms.

The Mandalorian stood before you, his breathing even despite the entire incident that he had just incurred. His blaster was raised, well above your head, targeting the space between the man's eyes.

"Let them go."

The words were hard and unforgiving. You knew then that he was going to kill him.

"Mando," you whispered and the hunter's gaze snapped to yours, the tilt of the helmet indicating that you had his attention. "Just leave it. He won't hurt me if you let him go."

"He won't hurt you regardless," the words were hissed, as if spoken through gritted teeth.

"Just let me go," the Twi' pleaded. "You can have them but just let me go."

You could feel his fingers digging into your skin, inadvertently seeking comfort in someone he didn't know, in someone he had harmed. It was a dizzying thought.

"You think you deserve to go free after what you've done?" The Mandalorian jerked his head in your direction, a gesture to draw attention to your gruesome appearance.

"I'm sorry," was the broken whisper from over your shoulder.

"He's just a kid, Mando," you implored, shaking your head. "They all were."

"And look at what they did," he snapped without a thought. Your heart stuttered in your chest, there was an emptiness in his voice that you didn't recognize and for a second you feared that you wouldn't be able to convince him otherwise.

"They had no choice," you cried.

"There was a choice in that," he gestured towards your face with his free hand. You were mangled, you knew that, but you couldn't help the humiliation at being seen like this. "I had that same choice when I first caught you."

He was right. You had initially been a bounty on his list, someone who had proven themselves to be more useful in his employment than dead in carbonite. He had never hurt you, despite the tussle that had ensued, simply because there was no need.

But he was a seasoned warrior, there was no one he had to be afraid of when he had captured you. You weren't a threat to him, nothing more than a nuisance, and back then there was no one to look for you the way he had just then.

It was different and he had to have known that. "Scared people are trigger-happy people," you whispered, "you taught me that."

There was a beat before he spoke again, and you knew then that you had doomed the boy with that sentence. "Then let me teach him a lesson."

There was no time for anyone to react when the bounty hunter struck, he was as fast as a viper and as lethal as its venom. He had the Twi' in his grip in an instant, throwing him to the ground so hard you heard the crunch of his back on impact.

"No!" You shouted, forcing your body up as Din pulled his fist back. Your knees wobbled beneath you unreliably and you cringed as you launched yourself forward. "Din, stop! This isn't you!"

But he wasn't listening.

Your sob caught in your throat as you half-crawled, half-dragged your way to the altercation. You were terrified, there was no other word that could describe the emotion that gripped your heart so tightly that you thought you might faint.

You had never seen Din like that, not when Grogu had been taken, not when he fought Moff Gideon, not ever. Those times were different, they were desperate and fearful and urgent. This time, it was a completely separate person in front of you.

One look at the Twi's face had your stomach recoiling violently and you knew that he would keep going until he saw his brain matter spattered across the floor. You threw yourself onto the arm that was delivering those deadly blows, praying to whatever deity you could think of that he would stop.

"Please," you sobbed, gripping his bicep as tightly as you could. You wrapped the upper half of your body around the limb, attempting to disable him with whatever feeble strength you had left.

And while he immediately ceased his actions, the hunter's other hand came to pry you from him. "Get off."

"No, no, no, please," you wept desperately, voice shrill and broken. Din was making quick work at detaching you from himself, you had nothing left in you to fight him with. "Din, you're scaring me."

"Off."

Despite his rageful state, his movements were so fucking gentle as he placed you behind him and turned back to his victim. You shook your head, breath seizing in your lungs altogether. You couldn't stop him by holding him back, but maybe you could stop him by taking the Twi's place.

As the Mandalorian raised his fist once more, your gaze flitted to the man laid out beneath him, mangled and wheezing. His emerald gaze rested on you. Your heart stopped. There was peace in those eyes, the knowledge that he wasn't going to make it out of that room, the understanding that this was the end of the line. You could sense the deep regret, not just because of the outcome but as he had appraised your features in the small reprieve he'd received, you knew he was repenting.

Before you could stop yourself, you used the last of your energy to push yourself forward. You collapsed over the man's body, listening to the soft wheeze as you pressed your face against his chest. Letting your hands rest above his face as a pathetic shield, you wept quietly, awaiting the blow from above.

It never came. Of course, it hadn't.

No matter how furious, no matter how rageful, you would never be the one in the Mandalorian's line of fire.

But there was silence. A long, deafening quiet that had your heart racing within your chest, anticipating the words of the warrior above you. You expected him to yell, to call you naive for protecting those that would have killed you given the chance, but he didn't. He only said one thing.

"Why?"

You choked on your own tears, your chest wracking beneath the stress. There was no way you could offer a response, no way you could give him anything intelligible at all. But, as his hands slowly and ever so gently moved to sit you up, you thought he might have understood.

There was no solid reasoning, this mangled man beneath you might have deserved death, for things he could have done and things he might go on to do. But, you only saw yourself.

Why were you given a second chance, where these men were not. They were afraid, they had been uncertain, you had heard their whispers of family and debts and hunger. You had been them.

You knew they deserved punishment, just as you deserved it. But they didn't deserve death, not yet, not for this.

You hadn't even realized that you'd been moved. You suspected that you might not have been fully conscious, to begin with. You were no longer in that room and there was no one but you and the bounty hunter who had retrieved you, seated in a grassy field by a ship you had worked on hundreds of times.

"I-" Din cut himself off, slowly dragging a rag over your wounds. You could smell the bacta on the material and you hissed as it met with your mangled skin. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

You said nothing for a long moment, collecting your thoughts as the medication he had doused you in did its work. Your system was rebooting, and you had begun to understand everything that had just occurred with new clarity.

"I don't know what came over me," he continued in a low murmur, avoiding facing you head-on. He was guilty, but you weren't sure you cared. The hunter kept his gaze strictly on your injuries as he spoke, continuing with a shaky statement. "They're not dead."

You snapped your sight towards him so quickly that you made yourself dizzy. This time, he did look at you, but only briefly.

"I didn't kill them," he said again, "I knew they were kids."

Your mouth was dry and basically glued closed, you couldn't have spoken even if you wanted to. The organ in your chest was so overworked that, when it raced this time, you felt faint. You shook your head softly, confusion furrowing your brows, you could have sworn he'd done it. You were so sure he had killed them. But then again, you were hanging between consciousness and death, nothing was clear.

The Mandalorian nodded his head, and for a moment you thought he could hear your thoughts.

"I'll take you to them once you're better if you don't believe me," he huffed lightly. "I know what it looked like."

"You were out of control," you croaked, the words broken and quiet. His fingers froze with their ministrations, the bacta he had just applied slowly oxidizing along the length of your skin.

"I know."

"Why?" You whispered, although, you thought you might've already known the answer.

"Scared people are trigger-happy people, Cyare." Din murmured thickly.

You blinked owlishly at him, watching as he slowly dragged his gaze to meet your stare. His bare hand slid over yours, holding you so gently that had you not witnessed it, you never would have believed them to be capable of violence.

"And when I walked into that room and saw you like that," he shook his head and whispered your name like a prayer murmured in the desperate hours of the night. "I have never been so scared in my life."

Scared people are trigger-happy people.

And at that moment, you knew that Din would have laid waste to every galaxy if it meant keeping you safe.

#din djarin x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #star wars #din djarin x y/n #the mandalorian #din djarin x you #baby yoda #grogu

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thealogie · 25 days

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Thea you have spoken before about straight romances that are good because they are made by gay people and I wondered if Merchant Ivory films fall into this category for you? A Room With a View, Howard’s End, A Passage to India, the Remains of the Day etc

Yes 100%. Those two (merchant & ivory) just genuinely never missed. All straight romances should be made by an interracial gay couple deeply obsessed with repressed British antics.

#I think what I said was straight romances are good when they’re like gay romances but I agree they’re even better when made by gay people

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maniculum · 4 months

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So, this one is from Cambridge's MS Kk.4.25, which Cambridge's digital library describes as a "didactic miscellany". There's actually quite a lot of information on this manuscript accompanying their digitization... I'm putting a cut here before I start throwing in the links and images and stuff.

All right, link:

The manuscript is from England circa 1230, and is apparently from the same tradition as another of their bestiaries (Fitzwilliam MS 254). One of the major differences between the two is that this contains a couple extra chapters, including one enigmatically titled "The Four Ways it is Sinful". (The four ways what is sinful? You know. It.)

The description also tells us this is "a masterpiece of bestiary imagery, often overlooked in discussions of the most beautiful examples," which is not the vibe I was getting from the Flat Crocodile at the top of this post, so hold on a bit while I flip through the digitization.

Okay, so Flat Crocodile is not representative, this is really good. The section on sea creatures is quite charming also. I recommend everyone go follow that link above and flip through it a bit -- there's a table of contents you can use to skip straight to the bestiary.

Anyway, to the point of this whole thing. This critter is supposedly a scorpion, and in fact appears in the "worms / vermin" section of the bestiary. If I'm reading the Latin correctly, it comes between the leech:

and the caterpillar:

Despite that context -- i.e., it being in the correct section and surrounded by other things that fall into the medieval category of "worm" (remember, that's a broad category for them, it includes insects and arachnids like scorpions just fine), our artist has drawn what is clearly the only reptile in the chapter:

It even says "Scorpio vermis" right under the image, jfc.

Also, the lumps around the base of the tail can't be credited to Pliny's "knots" as mentioned before; I counted at least three other lizards with those same lumps when I was looking through the digitization, so it's just part of the artist's style.

Speaking of the artist's style, this one should be exempt from the "identifiably a different animal" penalty because it has little ears and a generally mammalian head... except that's, again, how this artist draws all their lizards. In fact, this "scorpion" is basically identical to the Botrax/Botruca a few pages earlier:

I'm making the executive decision than this penalty applies when the artist is just re-using the design of another critter in the same bestiary, even if technically that's not a real animal.

All right, points:

Small Scuttling Beaſtie? ✓, sure, in context we can assume such

Pincers? ✘

Exoskeleton or Shell? ✘

Visible Stinger? ✘

Limbs? 4

Vibes... I dunno. It's fine. It's a lizard, which is nice enough, but we've had much better lizards. And it's kind of losing out in comparison to the other illustrations in this manuscript. I went back and forth between a 2 and a 3, and eventually decided to just settle at 2.5 / 10.

As previously mentioned, -1 for copying. Which... oh dear. Makes this officially the Third Worst Scorpion, sorry Flat Croc fans.

Final points:

2.9 / 10

Eyes on your own work.

#medieval scorpions

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wibble-wobbegong · 1 year

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ok the crabs are discussing their thoughts on the phone and instead of repressing a category 5 autism moment i’m gonna rant here

why didn’t mike reach out to will?

it’s more than just the phone, of course, but he never stopped calling will. maybe it became less often, but dustin quotes mike as constantly whining about it currently. he didn’t used to whine about it and he didn’t whine about it at some point — he is constantly whining about the phone being busy. he has been calling the whole time

well why didn’t he just write to will? he says it himself!

“meanwhile el has like a book of letters from you.”

“that’s because she’s my girlfriend, will!”

“and us?”

“we’re friends! we’re friends.”

mike never wrote to will because he was strictly perceiving it as a romantic endeavor. letters are for girlfriends. they’re romantic.

the reality is that mike has built mental walls around the different ways he could be communicating with will. he’s excused all the other options as too romantic or impossible, leaving him solely with the phone to call. mike knows how he feels for will and has even begun accepting it, but he still feels like he has to enforce rigid rules of what is and isn’t platonic because he was forced back into a relationship with el at the end of S3 and, unless he wants to be outed, he has to play into being perceived as straight by el. he can’t afford for her to find out how he feels about will, because it would hurt her to find out he’s actually been in love with someone else the whole time they were dating even though he didn’t break up with her

if mike were to send letters, there would be tangible evidence of his feelings. letters are physical — they don’t disappear. they aren’t guaranteed privacy.

mike’s letters to el were physical proof of his “love” for her, hence the connection to romance. he knows he can’t write to will, because he’s way too honest with will and way too willing to get personal and emotional. instead, he makes the excuse that sending letters is a romantic thing so he can’t send letters to will.

letters are tangible, and the only thing he wants people to possibly know is that he’s straight and in love with el. if he sent letters to will, those feelings would become tangible too, and that can’t happen. he tells will he never sent letters because they’re romantic — and that is how he sees them. physical evidence of love. he can’t leave any evidence of his feelings for will for anybody to stumble across, or else his relationship with el could fall apart and he doesn’t want to hurt her nor be outed

so why didn’t he arrange a call time?

according to will, mike only got through a couple times. to mike, before he was aware of joyce’s job, that very much so comes off as will taking his calls when he can. will isn’t picking up all his calls, but he picks up some of them, so if he really wanted to talk to mike he could pick up. at least, that’s how it looks in mike’s eyes

if mike is calling that often, it’s likely not sporadic. he wouldn’t be trying different times to bypass joyce’s job because he doesn’t know it exists yet. he’d be calling every day at the same time. if will wants to talk to mike, he’s there ringing the phone, but will only answers a couple times

of course it’s an assumption to say he called at the same time every day. it’s also an assumption to say his calls were sporadic. yet, there is some evidence of mike being more likely to have consistent calls than sporadic ones: he called el every day for 363 days. when she goes to visit him, she goes when he’s trying to talk to her. what’s the likelihood that that was an accident? a coincidence? that she chose to visit him at the exact time he was calling her by chance?

hopper asks her if she’s going to visit him again. this is something she’s done often enough for hopper to ask about it. it seems pretty likely she’s visited him during these calls before.

more so, mike takes the time to call even though it’s right before he’s supposed to leave for the arcade. he doesn’t seem surprised when dustin radios him, but he does panic at being late. it was important enough for him to be consistent that he was willing to be late to the arcade

so, all that is to say that mike was more likely calling at the same time every day and hoping will wouldn’t be busy so he’d pick up rather than calling sporadically enough that will would miss them.

why didn’t he tell will how often he called at rink-o-mania?

will didn’t know. will had no idea he wasn’t calling, but mike’s problem was never about will not picking up the phone to his calls.

the thing about mike is that, as much as he tries to be good, he is reactive. at the moment, he wasn’t thinking about will not feeling cared about because he was also feeling the sting of rejection. will thought he wasn’t calling but didn’t reach out anyway. he wasn’t busy — he just didn’t know but he still didn’t reach out. it wasn’t that he had a new life in lenora that kept him away from the phone, he just didn’t want to reach out to mike on his own.

mike was angry about will not reaching out either. his hurt about being forgotten or feeling uncared for overpowered the logical route of telling will he did call. his emotions overpower his logical side all the time, and this was another one of those instances

after that, it never really became relevant again. he didn’t need to address the phone thing anymore directly — he just needed will to know he cared.

basically, any other methods of communication felt impossible because they would’ve been by paper. romantic. tangible. the calls were his only option, and he did what he thought was best because he also thought will was simply not there to pick up his calls when he did call

#rant over #i didnt wanna flood the crab shack so it goes Here instead #mike wheeler #byler

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moonbreeze19 · 18 days

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we were too close to the stars i never knew somebody like you, somebody falling just as hard - reflections

alarin tumblr debut?? for tsme week?? i think so i think yes! u can consider this a late day 6 post or day 7 i suppose, whatever u prefer!

(in summary: my oc, rin, and alain, have lived in my head rent free for 3 years now. they mean the world to me. i love them. to me, they are THE it couple <3)

details/about them below the break

rin yukino is a hyper competitive trainer with a (shiny) mega gardevoir, goal focused and independent to the point of flaw. born and raised in kalos, but with family from sinnoh, she had spent much of her childhood fitting into her parent's mold for a perfect daughter. she was a straight-a student, principal violinist, preparing to attend a top university - at 18, she realized that wasn't who she wanted to be anymore. she became a pokemon trainer instead.

(somewhat unimportantly, her usual trainer design consists of teal highlights in her hair, orange earrings shaped like the heart that goes through a mega gardevoir's chest, and a lot of black and gray. she matches diva, her gardevoir, like alain matches his charizard. they're both extra like that.)

she meets alain viard when they're both 22, shortly after the events of TSME act 4. she's on the gym challenge, and he's... alain. they battle, and he wins. twice in a row. then they go from rivals to rivals with benefits, then maybe even friends if they weren't both so emotionally reclusive i mean haha what-

alarin, aka rin "i'm stronger on my own" yukino and alain "i only destroy those around me" viard

even if he's won both times, alain can't help but be attracted one of the few people who can keep up with him, who cares about winning nearly as much as he does, who treats pokemon battling like it's all she has. he knows the feeling. he thinks she might understand him.

she's half of the reason behind both his decision to fill out his team beyond charizard and his decision to challenge the gyms

when they fall apart, just a month before the team flare crisis, i like to think of them like a supernova. short lived but bright and brilliant. doomed from the start.

the details of their falling out are complicated, so we'd be here all day if i tried to explain.

rin fails to stand by him during the fight against lysandre. she doesn't have the courage to. but she does, however, find him in the aftermath. she helps him heal and pick up the broken pieces. that's where 99% of their relationship really comes from.

i filter them into the category titled "couples written by taylor swift's the great war" and if you know you know

because it's important to me, rin gets along great with mairin.

at first she's a bit annoyed by her over-enthusiasm. rin is cold, blunt, realistic, and introverted, mairin is the opposite of all of those things. but once she sees how much mairin means to alain she does a full 180

and mairin's only ever had older brothers (both in her biological family and in alain), so having rin around to show her how to do her hair, her makeup, AND annoy the hell out of alain when appropriate is her favorite thing ever.

they are very good at bullying alain into taking care of himself (because he is very bad at that, as we all know.)

eventually, rin will go on to become one of the kalos elite four, after malva gets arrested (for being Very Fucking Evil).

one of my favorite things ever to think about is how the random internet people would claim "rin is only with alain to try and get famous" (and also make lengthy twitter/x callout threads on how alain is a problematic person because of his team flare involvement, and therefore decently-well-known league challenger rin yukino is also problematic by proxy), only for alain to generally avoid the public spotlight (there are lots of headcanons here. in short, he goes to university) and rin to be hired as elite four. and then she becomes far more famous as a result. and then the internet trolls are like "...oh." and a majority of the general population doesn't even know she and alain are a thing, because it's only obvious if you scrolled intensely through her instagram account.

i don't know why alarin getting stupid hate threads on twitter/x is the funniest thing to me but it really, really is!!

the internet is convinced alarin is a manipulative ploy on rin's end and one day she reads one of the twitter threads making all these claims about what she's done and she just goes "bitch i did what" and finds it absolutely hilarious

ANYWAYS that is all for now!! this post is so long and this is barely scratching the surface?? they mean so much to me i'm so sorry 😭😭

if literally anybody ever wants to hear about them i will share more. i would cry happy tears.

thank you so much for reading this if you did!! i'm so glad i got to share them for tsme week!

#tsmeweek2024 #tsme10thanniversary #ocxcanon #alarin in formal wear omg omg they are SO fine??#im obsessed with them #tsme #pokemon alain #s: alarin #fic: fire of a thousand stars #y: 2024 #fun fact: i speedran this in one day (and basically one sitting)#bc i have not had access to my computer since the start of tsme week #oops!#so it's a tiny bit rushed :(

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p-redux · 7 months

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Hi, so-called “shipper” here if we have to put a label on it, but I don’t believe I fall into any of the buckets you mentioned in your response to recent anon. I haven’t been here that long, I have no need to project any of my fantasies onto actors, I have read lots of opposing blogs, and I’m not mentally ill. I don’t think Sam and caitriona have 5 children (which much of anon’s argument is based on, I might add). I have some of the same questions as anon, yet on the flip side, there are enough other things that don’t add up that make me think they might actually be together. I won’t proclaim to “know” things but I am discerning enough to see which “receipts” could’ve been completely made up by someone with an agenda vs. which come straight from a source. Also, in response to a comment about how ES would lose it if faced with this logic: I think that exemplifies the problem with this fandom. We all have our different beliefs and are focused on reinforcing those and proving others wrong. There’s no room for polite discourse and collective brainpower to try to solve for the things that we can all likely agree are fishy…even if we won’t admit it to each other. I think I know what a lot of counterpoints to that would be, so maybe it’s not worth saying. Point is, we all have access to different “facts” and we all believe different things accordingly. It would be nice if we could be more kind to each other as a result. Thanks for reading.

I appreciate you reaching out, Anon. But given I've been in the Outlander fandom for 9 years and know all the back history, I have to disagree with you. You DO fall into one of the categories I mentioned in my previous post. You are still in category #2. 👇

You have fallen down the rabbit hole of shipper blogs and are prey to their manipulations. I have to admit some of them are very good at making their cases. BUT, the good news is you've found my blog, where you will see the TRUTH. Just scroll through my archives and there is no room for doubts. If you look at actual facts and truth, REALITY is clear: Cait and Tony have been together since 2014, have been engaged since 2018, have been married since 2019, and had a son in 2021. No matter how Extreme Shippers skew the truth, there is NO getting around the MULTITUDE of people who actually KNOW Cait, Tony, and Sam, who have publicly stated that Cait and Tony are together, and Cait and Sam are just friends and costars.

There is NO getting around the pics of Cait and Tony when he proposed to her New Year's in Australia and her FRIENDS publicly congratulating them. There is NO getting around CAIT'S MOTHER talking on an Irish radio interview about Cait and Tony being engaged. She mentions Tony by name. There is NO getting around Cait herself showing off her engagement ring and acknowledging her engagement when she was on the red carpet for the Golden Globes. There is NO getting around Cait kissing Tony on the lips and then mentioning Tony by name when thanking him at one of the awards show when she won. There is NO getting around the church announcement at St. Mary's Church in Bruton, Somerset, England that the church was booked for the wedding for A. McGill (Anthony aka Tony). And then ALL of Cait's family and friends posting on Instagram FROM Bruton at her wedding. There is NO getting around fans paying for Cait and Tony's MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE from the official UK government marriage license website. The official legal document clearly shows Caitriona Mary Balfe marrying Anthony (Tony) Gerard McGill on August 10, 2019. Both their fathers names are in it. There is NO getting around Cait herself announcing the birth of her one and only son in August 2021. Those are indisputable FACTS.

If you want to say the HUNDREDS of Cait and Tony sightings, pics, and confirmation by family, friends, fans, costars stating that Cait and Tony are a couple, and Cait and Sam are not, can be explained away. Fine, but you CANNOT explain away official church announcements, legal documents, Cait herself telling you, and God help anyone who would be dumb enough to DARE say Cait's mother was lying about Cait and Tony being engaged. The Irish are tough people and no one messes with an Irish mum.

Anon, as for everyone has different opinions and have access to different "facts." There is ONLY ONE FACT/TRUTH. Cait and Tony are married and there is a legal document from the UK government public registrar that PROVES that. You can have an OPINION about this FACT. But you cannot say that "fact" is in dispute. FACTS are by their very definition factual, truthful. The FACT is Cait and Tony are married. Your opinion can be that you don't like them being married. But you can't dispute that they are indeed married.

If after ALL the proof, including the legal document, you don't believe they are actually married, or you have your doubts, then you are not using your full mental faculties. I'm sorry to be so blunt. But there's no sugar coating it. Any rational, reasonable, logical person with a fully functioning brain cannot be faced with a marriage certificate from the UK registrar (a copy that MANY fans were able to order and pay for) and then say it's fake. The ONLY ones trying to convince people that it's fake are Extreme Shippers. Literally the only ones. The rest of us accept REALITY.

I do appreciate you wanting to be kind and asking for kindness in return. The thing is it's difficult for me to be kind to Extreme Shippers who have made MY life hell for the last 9 years. And have also attacked and harassed Cait, Sam, Tony, any woman associated with Sam, Diana Gabaldon, any cast, crew, family, friends, and any fan who got in the way of the Sam Cait ship. Here is a previous post where I talked in more detail regarding Extreme Shippers' horrible treatment of me and anyone who got in the way of the SamCait ship. 👇

In summary, the FACTS and ONE AND ONLY TRUTH is Cait is married to Tony and they have one son together. Why would I entertain talking about anything that isn't THE TRUTH with people who literally tried to ruin my life and other peoples' lives? If they want to still sell their LIES to unsuspecting new fans, that's on them, but I'm not going to dialogue with terrorists. Their only goal is destruction. And there's no room for discourse or civility when that's the case. And make not mistake, that IS the case.

Thanks for stopping by, Anon. This blog started in 2017. You have YEARS of posts to catch up on. My previous blog was called @fortruthseekers I stupidly deleted all my posts. God, so much proof on there. BUT, luckily people's reblogs of my old posts are still out there.

Always remember and never forget, THE TRUTH, there is only ONE.

#samheughan #caitrionabalfe #tonymcgill #extremeshippers #outlander #extremeshipperlies #the truth #there is only one #facts #shippers #different types of shippers #marriage certificate #marriage license #bruton #somerset #source #sources

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madirablack · 2 years

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Turn the Kesha to 100 baby it's time for

JAYROY HEADCANONS

Singing full blast in the car like teenagers

"Dude, that's kinda gay can't lie"

Driving for hours on end when they can't sleep, or to have deep talks.

Roy has a truck he has in a random parking garage in Gotham, its red and has all sorts of random shit on the inside.

Jason has a beaten up old black muscle car that lives behind a 7-eleven in the middle of assfuck nowhere about 10 minutes out of star city.

Banned from 3 McDonald's as arsenal and red hood, for : chasing a mob boss through to the kitchen and in turn setting 2 small fires and breaking 3 ordering screens, dumping a scalding coffee down a creep's shirt for harassing underage girls, and trying to start the official #FUCKWAYNEENTERPRISES movement and setting up a shitty store inside with badly made buttons and bags

"Yeah can I get a [insert stupidly extra and long specialised iced coffee order]."

[Insert gallavich gif "You're under my skin man the fuck can I do?"]

They can both cook, but Jason's is better, in part due to being taught by Alfred

Neither of them actually make a point of going to bed to sleep at night, because sleep is a sensitive and difficult thing for them both

Roy can speak a surprising amount of Vietnamese, learned it to make sure Lian was still connected to her culture even when her mom wasn't around.

Know each other like the back of their hands, to a point that frustrates both of them.

If going to an event with Roy, Jason won't drink, and will probably avoid contact with those that have been.

Mama by MCR

Make an effort to have designated movie nights to just chill the fuck out, they watch like 3 movies each time and they're on Friday nights, each time a theme is picked by either one and they go for a random number on the streaming services category, usually the minutes past on the time. No matter how crap the movie is, they watch the whole thing. It's led to tons of inside jokes.

The main thing they argue about is drugs, and about ptsd, mainly triggering each other by accident.

Roy snores

Jason sleeptalks

Bruce fucking hates it when they turn up to galas or parties or stay extended amounts at the manor, because just when he expects them to be on their worst behaviour, they're perfectly polite, well mannered.

GOODBYE MY DANISH SWEETHEART - MITSKI

Jason only really cries when he's incredibly angry or when he has flashbacks. He drops from a angry sentient brick wall to that same tiny malnourished kid that died far too young, his hands up over his face, begging to not be hurt.

Roy cries very rarely, but when he does, it's infectious.

Tried impromptu Archery Lessons in one of the numerous weapons warehouses, resulted in an awkward trip to the ER

"I'm so fucking tired of this shit" "I know."

"Man, dude, bro, homie, my guy," only ever use romantic nicknames to annoy each other

Matching specific brand and type of Bluetooth earbuds, Jason has black and Roy has red

TATTOOS SMALL MATCHING TATTOOS

Small family run Mexican restaurant in the middle of Gotham is their fave, when it got robbed and bricked, they did a manhunt for 4 days straight to find the guys that did it.

Dumbass shit in summertime like jumping off of cliffs into the sea etc

Heaven's gate - fall out boy

Competitions as to who can annoy designated rich jla father more

Bro hugs all the time but the longer, genuine ones are few, but special.

Always make sure the other one eats in the morning, unspoken thing started by Jason, "if you wake up first, you make breakfast for us both, other guy cleans up"

Both have an absurd thing that makes them laugh hysterically for almost an hour every time without fail, (the intro to gangnam style and a video of 6ix9ine going "I let my nuts hang")

Play Apex together if they're apart (Jason Mains Maggie and Roy mains Mirage and is an actual bamboozle god)

Dancing in the kitchen to old 50s/60s stuff like an old married couple

#jayroy #jason todd #roy harper #royjay #headcanons #jayroy headcanons #dc

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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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A Desert Bloom (S.R.)

Summary: Reader has never liked cacti. Spencer finally finds out why. A/N: Written for a very dear friend of mine, and anyone else who might need it. Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader Category: Comfort/Fluff Content Warning: Complicated maternal relationship, minor self-deprecation, implied parental abuse Word Count: 875

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Having grown up in Nevada, Spencer had always been both put-off and fascinated by the plant stores on the East Coast. While the wide array of colors was breathtaking in its own right, it felt foreign and slightly overwhelming to him.

But when you’d asked him to come with you to pick out a housewarming plant for your first apartment together — so sweetly and with those eyes that made him speechless — he couldn’t say no. He could, however, make a beeline straight to the plants that reminded him of home.

Spencer had known that you were not particularly fond of cacti, but he hadn’t ever asked you why. It seemed like the kind of story that you would share when you were ready.

And that day, you were.

“Why do you like succulents so much?” you asked with your nose slightly crinkled.

“I think they’re funny little things,” he answered with a chuckle under his breath. “The peak of evolution if you ask me.”

“Oh,” you grumbled. You said nothing else.

But Spencer could see in the way your body shifted but failed to really move away that you’d wanted him to say more.

He just didn’t know what, so he asked, “Why don’t you?”

“I don’t dislike them,” you corrected. It was not convincing enough for you, so you tried to explain, “We just… have a complicated relationship.”

Spencer laughed a little, and so did you. But after the noise died down, you continued with a softer voice.

“My mom used to always say they reminded her of me.”

Spencer’s heart sunk in his chest before you’d even had a chance to explain. He knew what was coming and he knew that he was about 20 years too late to fix it.

“She said they were just like me. Difficult.”

Like the cactus in front of them, Spencer bristled. His jaw and his hands tensed at first. Slowly, he released the tension to gently hold a leaf from a burro’s tail without causing it to fall.

With a dark, unamused tone, Spencer grumbled, “The fact that’s what she sees when she looks at desert plants tells me all I need to know about her.”

It had made so much sense to him that he had forgotten to explain. You were used to that, though, so you just asked, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, cacti are one of the most resilient plants in the world. They aren’t hard to deal with, most people love them specifically for their resilience.”

You caught the two words he’d been emphasized the hardest.

“Most people?”

“Well, I personally think those people are wrong,” he said with finality.

“How are they wrong?”

Again, you sought the answer you craved. The real reason why Spencer loved cacti. Perhaps, if you could understand why he was drawn to a plant that had warnings plastered across every inch of its surface, maybe — just maybe — you might understand him better.

Maybe you would finally understand why he’d decided to love you despite the difficulty.

“Sure, a cactus can live in awful conditions, but that’s…” he paused. He swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked away the small tears pooling at his eyelashes, “That’s not how you get them to bloom.”

You said nothing. He continued.

“The people who think they can just do whatever they want and the cactus will survive it, well… they just don’t want to pay attention to shriveled leaves and the rotting roots.”

Each word felt like a prick. You could feel the spines of a cactus reaching out from your heart. They broke through the drought inside of your chest like they had finally found the safety they sought. You wanted to scream, to shout, to say anything at all. You wanted to defend the cactus that was just trying to find a way to make it to the next rainfall.

But Spencer had already known.

“They’re the problem, not the cactus.”

You didn’t even notice you were crying until a tear fell from your chin. Spencer turned away from his reminder of his home and held you, instead. He sheltered you from the world as you released the excess water that the world had drowned you in. Then, when you were ready, he followed you to the plant you’d picked.

That afternoon, as you played with the soft petals of the orchid, Spencer was not interested in looking at the finicky, albeit ornate, plant that you’d picked. Instead, his eyes settled on the most beautiful thing in the room.

Spencer thought about how he’d learned at a very young age that if you treat a cactus right, if you take the time to learn its language and help curate a space for it to grow, it will grow, and it will bloom.

He looked at you. He looked at your tentative smile peeking through the landscape of your new home. He looked at you while you recognized yourself in the softness of a flower. Spencer looked at you above any other beautiful thing that might try to call to him.

He would always look at you because he had always been particularly fond of the desert bloom.

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stoopid-turtle · 8 months

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Hey loving your blog so far , am a new turtle just recently watched the untamed with my best friend. I'm 100% convinced they were definitely a thing during filming even now I still believe they are still together. My bestie on the other hand doesn't think they were anything more than friends. I tried my best to convince her but she thinks I falling to separate the actor's from their roles they were playing. My question to you is that do you ever sometimes think us turtles overthink too much or misinterpret what was going on between them ? Forgive my grammar English isn't my first language

Hi there! (Your English is perfectly fine!)

Yeah, I do think turtles overthink some things. There's a lot on YouTube that falls into this category, tbh. I can see how it happens. With all the bts, it feels like its own show that we can pore over, slow down, watch from different angles, decipher the TRUTH from it to reveal that bjyxszd.

But the bts aren't scripted. While they're endlessly rewatched by us, they were one moment in time for the guys. One moment in a long, exhausting day of work. Stuff we may think of as being intentional and meaningful may just as easily be random, off-the-cuff, and ultimately meaningless. Think about jobs you've worked where you get bored and tired during a long day. If you're like me, you and a coworker/friend will start talking nonsense to each other to get through it.

One friend/coworker and I made dinosaur noises at each other between taking calls in a call center. Yeah, idgi either. And because I'm a flirty bisexual, we'd make lewd gestures and kissy faces at each other sometimes for fun. She's straight, so it wasn't serious. I am aware that this dynamic is different between guys than between girls (in the US. I can't speak to China.), so I'm not saying that what happened between gg and dd is like me and my friend. Just to show that...sometimes stuff just gets weird. I wasn't nursing a secret crush on my friend or anything. It was just random time-wasting.

So yeah, I do think some stuff is misinterpreted. As I've noted, we see very little of what was happening bts, and there was a lot going on outside of whatever was happening between gg and dd. It's inevitable that some stuff will be misinterpreted.

This is why it took a while for me to come around to bjyxszd. And I resisted HARD. I'm skeptical by nature and I'm double-skeptical of things that sound too good to be true (like that a popular BL couple was played by actors who actually fell in love and are now together).

But at the same time, I came around. It took me spending many hours reading, watching, trying to translate, etc. Even then, I had to write out a novel in tumblr posts to lay out my thoughts to establish to myself that I'm not crazy on this. Like you, I'm 100% convinced that they were an item during filming.

So I was able to get past the stuff I think is a bit of a stretch to believe in it anyway. Now, it just means I smile at the stuff that does seem meaningful to me, and leave the other stuff for those that enjoy it. I don't want to single out any particular thing that I think isn't as significant as some people think it is, bc I don't want to ruin anyone else's fun. We're all turtles so regardless of what path we took or what convinced us, we're in the same boat. There's no point squabbling over the details.

Especially with the bts, which happened years ago at this point. Odds are, even gg and dd don't remember the context of any one clip at this point. So the TRUTH is impossible to know completely. It can be frustrating if you're like me and dislike ambiguity and uncertainty, but we're all in this pit together. We just have to enjoy what we've gotten and what we continue to get.

I'll also just say, don't stress too much about convincing your friend. I know it's frustrating when you want to squee about something but your bf isn't into it, but people tend to dig in their heels when someone tries to convince them of anything. There's also no need to do so. BJYXSZD regardless of if people believe in it or not. Find some other turtles and do your squeeing with them and when with your bestie, focus on what things you do share with them.

#asks #yizhan #bjyx

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gatheringbones · 1 year

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[“The presumption that people should want sex is also sometimes invoked to pressure individuals into having sex that they do not want. In other words, the accusation that “there must be something wrong with you” is often levied against people who eschew sex, just as it is against people who want “too much” sex or the “wrong kind” of sex. Given all this, rather than promote an unqualified “pro-sex” position, it would be more accurate for us to recognize that many people’s experiences with sex are better described as ambivalent in that they can evoke both positive and negative feelings, often simultaneously. The sexual elements/meanings framework I’ve shared here is better able to accommodate this ambivalence, as a sexual expression that has exclusively positive connotations for one person may be associated with negative or mixed meanings for another.

Turning to the anti-pornography side of the debate: While I am just as concerned about sexualization and sexual violence as anyone, I cannot endorse the position that all acts that seemingly resemble sexual hierarchies are inherently oppressive, and thus should be discouraged or condemned. There is an obvious “eye of the beholder” component to these sorts of claims: While a butch/femme lesbian couple may strike some anti-pornography feminists as merely “mimicking” or “reinforcing” a patriarchal sexual hierarchy, the couple in question may understand themselves as “subverting” those norms. For instance, they may see themselves as challenging the notion that sex requires a cis male penis, or that women cannot be legitimate sexual initiators. And frankly, many straight people would likely agree with this couple’s assessment. Furthermore, how exactly does one distinguish between oppressive “hierarchy-reinforcing” sex and more egalitarian expressions of it? If the sex in question involves one person on top and another on the bottom, is it hierarchical by default? Or what if one partner has considerably more social status than the other—whether due to differences in gender, economic class, ethnicity, age, ability, or some other factor—does that automatically disqualify their sex from being equitable? While I think many people would answer “no” to these hypotheticals, some would be inclined to say “yes,” illustrating how subjective these sorts of determinations can be. In fact, the only thing that I feel confident in saying is that, while every person may draw the line between “good equitable sex” and “bad oppressive sex” in somewhat different places, they will invariably do so in a manner that ensures that their own sexual desires fall squarely into the “good” category.”]

julia serano, from sexed up: how society sexualizes us, and how we can fight back, 2022

#julia serano #bi literature #trans literature #currently reading #gender stuff

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deus-and-the-machina · 1 year

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Ranking the Xenoblade Games based on how straight they are

this is a mix of legitimate grievances about the writing and just goofing around. starting at least straight to most. Also not including X sorry I havent played it.

1. Xenoblade 2

Most of the romance in this game is light due to it being a sort of cute puppy love. Nothing actually happens between the characters and it’s mostly contained to the main characters with most side characters being free from clumsy straight love plots. There’s a couple of blushy scenes between Pyra/Mythra and Rex but most of their serious/emotional interactions are genuine and honest and don’t really get into romance or some hidden feelings they need to confess to. Even Nia’s confession is more of something for herself and she never really changes bc she’s in love or focuses on it that much.

Beyond the main characters, sheba exists, jin and lora can be considered one sided at least romantically (she’s the one to make flirty comments in Torna and he always responds along the lines of ???) and he’s explicitly not motivated by her death, while it did obviously impact him it’s something he’d accepted and used as fuel for his ultimate goal. and of course there’s Malos, who’s own voice actor was like “cmon he was in love with Jin”. Morag and Brighid also exist. There’s even some old man furry yaoi implications with gramps and azurda in that one scene??? ngl its kind of cute.

2. Xenoblade 3

Got a lot of points in the heteronormative category here. The main characters are paired up in m/f duos, but while 2/3 of them are romantically coded, Sena and Lanz aren’t really and Sena’s most focused relationship is probably Mio. To the game’s credit, it also doesn’t restrict them to these pairs and lets the whole group interact and have friendships and dynamics outside of the shippy ones.

An emphasis is put on the true nature of humanity being to fall in love and have kids, but considering the context of the scene only certain parts of it really make me go “mmmmmm”. these characters are test tube babies who have never seen a real human baby and so it’s wholesome and understandable, but Monica’s wording about specifically couples later does lean towards heteronormative “everyone must grow up and have a kid.” Considering she canonically had a teenage pregnancy though and her baby daddy clearly isn’t around I expect she’s very shaped by that experience though.

After that scene we don’t see a ton of heteronormative sentiment from city members (Ghondor, Shania, and Masha dont have any romantic sentiments, grey and rozana dont have kids and have a rather atypical but trusting relationship in general) and the focus on legacy and family is shown to have its toxic sides with Shania’s mom (who is also just. no 1 messed up lesbian in my heart).

Mio and Noah do start to have their characters focus more on romance and have their whole doomed soulmates shtick but I feel like they’re still given focus as individual characters in the main story post that revelation so I kind of forgive it, and the unhealthiest possible manifestation of their relationship is one of the main villains so. Also ngl they’re just cute, so I’m a bit biased here. I get if you’re groaning at the game pushing the main straight couple hard but at least they don’t suddenly lose all their personality when it happened.

3. Xenoblade 1

Hoo boy. There’s just a lot of it in this game. Ngl it took me a while to properly get into Xenoblade bc while I liked the first game overall, it also just had some things that rubbed me the wrong way and 2′s general reputation didn’t make it seem much better (then I played it and fell in love and retroactively appreciate 1 more but yeah) and one of those things was how the game very quickly fridged the only female character as a love interest. Yaaaaay.

Like yes she comes back later but at the time I was just kinda like. oh. ok then :/ and even when Fiora comes back, she’s super Shulk focused. Girl, you’ve been kidnapped and forcibly made into a cyborg and house a god who was walking around in your body but ig you’re mostly thinking about how your bf would feel. seriously when she’s fucking DYING her main concern is that Shulk doesn’t find out. like ok. Even her interactions with melia have that whole love triangle hanging over them as subtext. I greatly appreciate they didn’t got he jealousy angle and had Fiora genuinely want to reach out and be friends, but it does definitely feel like shulk is a matter constantly lingering whenever they talk.

And poor Sharla man. Seconds into meeting reyn she’s comparing him to her missing fiancé, despite still feeling he’s alive and wanting to find him. The game gives every hint that Gadolt may still be alive and rescuable, Meyneth even says smth like “I can feel this Homs still there” but not only does he die, he basically says “take care of her” to reyn like BOY you don’t know this man??? why would you say your last words to him and not your fiancé like ok. It felt like they wanted to make it “ok” for them to get together by killing him off and having him say that, even though everything until then had hinted with a hopeful tone that he could still be saved.

Ngl Melia’s unrequited love isn’t that bad but it does feel unnecessary considering how much she already suffers. Like you just really gotta rub it in huh. The fandom is wayyy worse about it than the game though, because canonically she moves on and is still surrounded by her friends and subjects and whatnot and doesn’t become some bitter scorned lover, but the fandom constantly jokes about it/acts like she is.

also some of the alt outfits, esp Sharla and Fiora’s are just...very obnoxious sexy fantasy armor. esp for flora when most of her body is supposed to be replaced with mechon parts but ig her tits were miraculously intact. They both deserve better writing ngl.

#xenoblade #godbles alvis for being in 1 I needed some homoerotic tension after all the friction. 3 was even so nice as to give melia a catgirl gf :)#I didnt go into nia but she's honestly got a lot of scenes that could be interpreted as her being wlw in addition to the canon polycule #so cheers to that. didnt wanna get into The Photo tm tho since thats not teeeechnically 2 and I was ranking each game individually #xenoblade chronicles

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alright, I was originally gonna make this as a comic but I’m really busy so I can’t manage that. I swear, this is my last anti-fujoshi post and then we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled inane nonsense.

firstly, I’ve seen a lot of people saying that they dislike the term ‘fujoshi’ to describe these people because of its misogynistic origins. I find this to be reasonable, so I will be referring to them as maiali pervertiti instead. It’s Italian! Hope y’all like it xx That out of the way, let’s begin.

I have put real, genuine, actual research into this. I scoured maiali pervertiti blogs to find their arguments, their mindsets, their justifications. As far as I could find, there are four main arguments. These being the following: ‘It’s just fiction, not reality’, ‘Hating us is misogynistic’ ‘hating us is transphobic/homophobic’ and ‘hating us is racist’. I will be unpacking each of these, looking at them from both perspectives, and explaining why exactly they’re flawed perspectives. Hopefully, a properly researched and informed take on this will help to clear the waters.

Let’s start with the first take. The ever-quoted ‘it’s just fiction, not reality’. This is an argument you’ll find in a lot of places, mostly in any place which is in support of questionable things being treated as erotic. Pro ships and pro-shippers also love to tote this. Now, on its surface this argument seems logical. However it starts to fall apart when you think about it critically. When we consider how the brain works, you’ll see what I mean. To be concise, the human mind slowly accepts things the more it’s exposed to justifications for them, regardless of how reasonable those justifications are. It associates a bad thing with ‘but nevermind, it’s fine’ and you stop feeling shame or regret over time. This is why you’ll often see lolicons say downright atrocious things about child characters- they’ve justified it for so long that they don’t see a problem with it.

Now, on the ‘it doesn’t affect reality’ claim, let’s look at other groups for this. Think about how many studies have been done saying that men who watch rape porn are more likely to become rapists. Think of all the people raised on the ‘I can fix him’ mentality on tv growing up to get in bad relationships or romanticise abuse under the idea that they can make an abuser better by loving him. It’s no secret of society that, actually, fiction does affect reality. The most concise, albeit silly way I’ve heard it put was ‘But you’re still jacking off to it. It’s affecting your dick and balls’. And I think that sums it up.

Next, let’s look at the ‘If you hate us you’re misogynistic’ claim. The mentality behind this claim is that women in Japan were referred to as ‘rotten girl’ for liking yaoi and bl, and to continue that rhetoric of not liking them is the continuation of misogyny. Again, this is a take that seems logical right up until you pick it apart. First we have to understand that the reason these men were calling these women rotten was because they disapproved of them exploring their sexuality and reading erotic content at all. They don’t hate women for reading gay porn, they hate women for reading porn period. The gay people criticising maiali pervertiti on tumblr aren’t hating them for the same reason. We don’t hate you for reading porn, read all the porn you’d like, we just want you to stop fetishising us. The difference is in the context; the men who were shaming Japanese women were shaming them for exploring their sexualities, were shaming you for treating an entire minority of people like they’re a porn category and for spreading gross, abusive content of mlm because you think it’s hot. It’s also important to note that Japanese women mostly started reading yaoi and bl because of the culture toward female sexuality in Japan. They couldn’t read erotica of straight couples, or they’d be seen as perverts. They couldn’t read wlw erotica, or they’d be seen as lesbians and shamed. Their only option for exploring their sexuality became mlm erotica. You, Lindsey from California, do not share this same issue.

Next we have the ever-irritating ‘If you hate us, you’re a transphobe’ argument.

*deep, deep sigh*

stay with me, fellow trans achillians. We can get through this. This argument is based in the idea that transmascs, specifically mlm transmascs, might read yaoi to explore their genders through sexual content. Unfortunately, exploring your gender through erotica and having a fetish are two different things. I personally did explore my gender through gay sexual content. Mostly fanfiction and mental fantasy, but with the odd fanart or comic sprinkled in there for flavour. The difference is that I never had a fetish for it. Most maiali pervertiti seem to argue with a very subtle straw man by implying that reading mlm content is the same as reading the gross rape porn yaoi that ‘fujoshi’ spaces are steeped in. This is not the case- there is a clear divide. I personally consumed actual, healthy content of gay sex. To go further with this argument, I actually think it’s actively harmful to perpetuate the idea that young trans people struggling with their gender should be exploring it through the things that are spread in fujoshi spaces. I’ve read some pf this stuff mostly by accident or against my will and that shit should not be associated in a young trans person’s mind with their gender. It isn’t safe.

Next we have ‘it’s homophobic to hate us’ which is definitely. A take. The rhetoric here is that by hating on the fetishisation consumption of yaoi, you’re really just hating gay men.

this is just… can I drop the nuance voice here? It’s bullshit. It’s gross bullshit. Gross, steaming, cowpat bullshit. Okay, nuance voice back up, let’s explore. maiali pervertiti, please understand that it’s mostly gay people who don’t like you. This is, again, a straw man argument. They’re trying to yell homophobia so they can ignore the real criticisms. The problem isn’t the homosexuality, my dear sweet perverted little fucking weirdos, it’s the rape porn and incest and abuse. Just read normal fucking mlm content I’m begging you.

Finally, we have the ‘it’s racist to hate us’ argument. This is an example of what I like to call ‘the firemen diversion’. This name comes from an example where a person might take the statistic of their being higher fatality risk the more firemen walk into a burning building, and then using it as an argument to suggest that it’s dangerous to call the fire brigade if there’s a fire. There’s a tiny nugget of reasonable argument in there, but it’s backing up a complete and utter bullshit lie.

This is basically what this argument is. The idea here is that the term ‘fujoshi’ was originally a reclaimed slur, and that westerners are changing it to degrade women again and are therefore misunderstanding the actual language behind it.

Now, this is based in a little bit of truth. Westerners do, in all fairness, misunderstand the term. I can’t speak for the reclamation of the slur, considering how I don’t know if that’s true, but I do know that the way it’s used has been quite incorrect a lot of the time. That’s the true bit. The rest of the argument, however, is nonsensical. While yes, some people misunderstand the word ‘fujoshi’, it doesn’t mean that the criticism of the culture (especially the culture in the western world) is racist. Please, don’t cry racism when you see people asking not to be fetishised. You will end up making the actual movement against anti-Asian hate crimes (which have increased in recent years, need I remind you) look less credible. Once again, I am asking allies to shut the fuck up talking for the minorities they claim to represent while being batshit insane x

TL;DR: no, it is not misogynistic, racist, transphobic or homophobic when gay people tell you to stop fetishising us. Stop arguing straw men and just take accountability.

Also, maiali pervertiti are the female equivalent of straight men who watch lesbian porn. But somehow worse. That’s all, have a good day.

#mlm #achillian #nblm #anti fujoshi #fujoshi negativity #fujoshi discourse #fujoshi hate #tw queerphobia #racism mention #homophobia mention #transphobia mention #misogyny mention #misuse of left-wing politics

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