My name is [BRUTUS] and my name means [HEAVY] so with a [HEAVY] heart I'll guide this dagger Into the heart of my enemy

Something about having absolutely no choice in who you marry. About being literally forced by the law to spill blood - to accept this stranger as your husband over a man you truly care for or accept the fact that the man you love might die because you put him in danger. Something about risking becoming the wife of a man you've never even seen before a few minutes prior because you know anything would be better than putting your beloved in harm's way. Something about the trust inherent in that decision and in the way she speaks of it after. Truthfully, T'Pring doesn't know the captain and she doesn't know Spock. Either one of them could have taken her as their wife but she does know Stonn. She knows that Stonn will remain by her side no matter what. They made a plan together. They have an agreement which T'Pring believes will be upheld even though the plan changed with the arrival of Kirk. Stonn will always be there, always, and Stonn will be hers. Something about the language used around T'Pring: Ownership, subservience, non-personhood. T'Pring is an object that Spock can win. She cannot reject him, she has no say in the matter other than having Stonn 'claim' her instead. Even when Spock leaves after being very clearly rejected by T'Pring he says "Stonn, she is yours." as if despite her clear rejection he still owns her and is must formally 'give' her to Stonn. But the language T'Pring uses around Stonn is a break from that: "There was Stonn who wanted very much to be my consort, and I wanted him." Stonn who wanted very much to be HER consort and she WANTED him. The language here is very particular - It's not, for example: "Stonn wanted me to be his wife" - he is HERS. And she WANTS him. There's a mutual affection there and a strong trust - a trust which seems to be well founded since Stonn (though silent) stands by her side at the end of the episode. <- That might seem small but if Spock would reject her for 'daring to challenge' (again, the language is not 'because I don't want you' but more of an implied disgust at her having the AUDACITY to reject him) then it's not a stretch to assume that it'd be considered an insult in the TOS Vulcan society to NOT choose Stonn as her champion after a prior agreement. Anyway T'Pring was a woman in an impossible situation within a society which saw her as more of an object than a person and she wanted Stonn and Stonn wanted to be hers and she trusted that he would understand if she had to publicly pick someone else to ensure his life would be spared and he did understand.

post/734733274896809984/do-you-ever-worry-your-own-writing-might-come-off that makes sense. i was asking because i'm afraid of accidentally writing misogyny myself and i kind of admire what you do

Hmm... I wish I had better advice to give you on this front, but honestly, the only thing I can tell you is to consider the perspective of your female characters.

Women are people. They have thoughts and feelings of their own, so like... just let them have their own arcs. A lot of the worst misogyny in WC comes from the way that the writers just don't care about their girls (or, in the case of tall shadow, actually get undermined and forced to rewrite entire chapters), so they're not curious about their lives, or WHY they feel the way they do or what they want, or any direction for their character arcs.

Turtle Tail as an example. She'll often just end up feeling whatever Gray Wing's plot demands. She's gotta leave when Storm dumps him to make him feel lonely. She shows up again to love him in the next book. Lets her best friend Bumble get dragged back to Tom the Wifebeater, but is sad enough about her death to be "unreasonably angry" with Clear Sky, and then calms down and accept Gray Wing is right all along.

And then she dies, so he can have his very own fridge wife.

In this way, Turtle Tail's just being used to tell Gray Wing's story. They're not interested in why she would turn on Bumble, or god forbid any lingering negative feelings for how she didn't help her, or even resentment towards Clear Sky for killing her or Gray Wing for jumping to his defense. She isn't really going through her own character arc.

She does have personality traits of her own, don't misunderstand my criticism, but as a character she revolves around Gray Wing.

So, zoom out every now and then, and just ask yourself; "Whose story is being told by what I wrote? Do my female characters have goals, wants, and agency, or are they just supporting men? How do their choices impact the narrative?"

But that's already kinda assuming that you already have characters like Turtle Tail who DO have personalities and potential of their own. Here's some super simple and practical advice that helped me;

Tally the genders in your cast. How many are boys, how many are girls, how many are others?

And take stock of how many of those characters are just in the supporting cast, and compare that to the amount you have in the main cast.

If you have a significant imbalance, ESPECIALLY in the main cast, fire the Woman Beam.

It's a really simple trick to just write a male character, and then change its gender while keeping it the same. I promise women are really not fundamentally different from men lmao. You can consider how your in-universe gender roles affect them later, if you'd like, but when you're just starting to wean yourself off a "boy bias" this trick works like a charm.

Also you're not allowed to change the body type of any girl you Woman Beam because I said so. PLEASE allow your girls to have muscles, or be fat, or be old, or have lots of scars. Do NOT do what a cowardly Triple A studio does, where the women all have the same cute or sexy face and curvy body while they're standing next to dwarves, robots, and a gorilla.

Or this shit,

If you do this I will GET you. If you're ever possessed by the dark urge, you will see my face appear in the clouds like Mufasa himself to guide you away from the path of evil.

Anyway, you get better at just making characters girls to begin with as time goes on and you practice it. It's really not as big of a deal as your brain might think it is.

Take a legitimate interest in female characters and try not to disproportionately hit them with parental/romance plots as opposed to the male cast, and you'll be fine. Don't think of them as "SPECIAL WOMEN CHARACTERS" just make a character and then let her be a girl, occasionally checking your tally and doing some critical thinking about their use in the story.

(Also remember I'm not a professional or anything, I'm just trying to give advice)

Like always cold? Maybe his ghost half is keeping his human half too cold. Like a deep cold he can’t ever get warmed from? His body is working double time to try and keep him warm so he eats a lot more to keep up with the energy burned.

Or never cold. His ghost half now makes him immune to the cold and he just can’t feel it? Shorts in the snow with a tanktop kinda guy. His ghost core is keeping his body temp down but also his ghost powers have combined with his every cell to change him on a molecular level. He could feel the cold if he had control over this power but I doubt he will ever figure that out. Just a “oh I don’t feel cold anymore. Neat” kinda vibe and never try to actually correct it. I like to think his skin would still turn blue if exposed to extreme cold but thats just me

would u b willing to do a jd x reader (gender neutral if thats ok!!) thats just fluff stuff? also maybe this is a lil specific and cheesy but could u include him calling them the nickname pumpkin

Jonathan would definitely call you that and I need to write more for Jonathan he’s such a sweetheart <3

Summary: you’re helping Jonathan get rid of his hangover

WARNING: mentions of alcohol, vomiting, fluff, Jonathan calling the reader “pumpkin” and other nicknames

Also I will do gender neutral reader for anyone :)

Jonathan is currently drunk as hell, he couldn’t drive so you had to walk him to your house, your house wasn’t very far away from the bar he went to which was good. Jonathan had his arm on top of your shoulders and one arm was holding Jonathan’s arm that he put on you and the other arm was holding Jonathan’s waist so he doesn’t fall

When he was drunk Jonathan had very knobby knees, so he was swaying side to side as you tried to contain him “augghh… Y/N….how fuckin’ far is your house" you two haven’t even walked for a minute, you looked over at Jonathan “it’s literally right there” you pointed to your house which wasn’t far, he looked over to where you pointed “holy shit, it’s so fuckin far” you sighed and had to ignore Jonathans protests about how far your house was. Finally, you two made it to the house, you struggled to get your keys out your pocket as now Jonathan was leaning on you with his full body weight, you got your keys out and unlocked the door; you pushed it open and Jonathan and you come stumbling in. You try your best to walk you and Jonathan up the stairs, he wasn’t heavy but he was really depending on you to get him up the stairs, you somehow got the two of you up the stairs and now you had to go for your bedroom, Jonathan was making this hard because he wouldn’t stop swaying from side to side “Y/N…?” Jonathan stops and so do you “Y-Yeah?” You huffed though your words, Jonathan didn’t say anything, instead he leaned in and bit your neck “ow! Fuck!” Your eyes shut at the pain, he bit you twice more before you pulled him off “Jonathan! What the fuck- whatever let’s get you to bed” you knew Jonathan would bite people when he’s drunk but this one really hurt

You placed Jonathan down on your bed, you sat on your bed waiting for you to tell him what to do “ok jon here’s a bucket, if you need to throw up do it in here, I’ll sleep in the other room, wake me up if you need anything" you placed the bucket beside the bed and looked at Jonathan, he had a look of uncertainty on his face. He still had his purple track suit on so your hand gently unzipped his zipper and took off his track suit, he was wearing nothing under that track suit “why are you wearing nothing under the track suit? you know what- doesn’t matter, I’ll get you a shirt" you walked over to your closet and rummaged around for anything that he could wear, finally you found a black Mötley Crüe shirt that Jonathan gave you. You walked back over “ok Jonathan, rase your arms up” Jonathan’s arms wobbled as they slightly got up, you gave up and just raised his arms up and pulled the shirt over him. Next was his pants, you prayed that he was wearing underwear and when you pulled down his pants thankfully he was, you got a par of sweat pants and put that on him, through out this whole time of putting on clothes for him he didn’t say a word. You looked at Jonathan’s and felt bad for him, your hands went to his face and with both hands on the side of his cheeks your raised his head up “you ok?” Your thumb rubbed on his cheek as he leaned his head into your hands and his hands went up to hang on to your wrists "can you….please stay with me…?” He looked down as his cheek was pressed against your hand “yea…sure” you let go of his face and sat closely beside him, close enough that Jonathan leaned his head on your shoulder

He groaned as the familiar feeling of him leaning on you came back, you twisted a strand of his hair in your finger “do you want to lay down?” He nodded and you got up and with one hand on the back of his head and the other on his chest, you gently laid him down on the bed; you walked over to the other side and laid down beside him “good night Jonathan, remember the bucket is beside you if you need to throw up” he scoots closer to you and hugs you tightly as he nods his head “thank you Y/N…” he buries his head into your neck “I love you….” You smiled and pat his head “I love you too Jon” you hug him as you both drift off into sleep

Jonathan is the first one to wake up, he notices that he’s holding on to you; he doesn’t have enough time to think of what’s going on he has the uncontrollable urge to throw up, he leans over the side on the bed and sees a bucket, he throws up in the bucket. You are woken up by the sound of Jonathan throwing up, you quickly sat up and held his hair back. Once he was done he looked over at you with tired eyes “what happened last night..?” He slowly blinked and waited for you to respond “I’ll tell you later….I’ll get some Advil from downstairs stay here” he nods as he watches you leave the room. He stares down at himself and sees that his track suit is gone and so are his purple pants, he sees he’s wearing a motley Crüe shirt that he gave you and a pare of your sweatpants, his mind starts to wonder to this morning where he was cuddling with you, *why was I cuddling them?* he thought to himself *and why am I wearing their clothes?* his mind tries to dig out any memory he had from last night but then he sees you enter the room with a pill bottle and a glass of water. You walk over to him and hand him the pill bottle, he opens it and you hand him the glass of water, he puts the pill in his mouth and swallows it down with water

“Make sure to drinks lots of water, it’ll help you" you sounded like his mother… well if his mother cared about him, he put his hand to his forehead and groaned “my head is pounding…” he whined as he laid back down, you sat beside him and felt his forehead with the back of your hand “you’re burning up, it’ll go away soon" you run your hand down to his cheek and rub your thumb on his cheek, he smiles at you as you lean down to kiss his cheek, your lips pull back with a pop sound as he smiles even wider "thank you for always taking care of me pumpkin” you laughed “pumpkin?” He started to laugh along with you as you leaned in again to kiss him on the lips, you pulled back once you tasted the vomit, you whipped your lips with your hand “I’ll give you all the kisses you want later hehe”

Through out the day you help Jonathan get over his hangover, you make him breakfast and give him lots of cuddles. You two sit on the couch watching MTV as he turns to you “you know…” you turn your head over to face him, he’s looking down and playing with his hair “I really appreciate all that you do for me, I mean I really do, I love you so much and you really do make me a better person" the moment he ended his sentence you turned his head to face you and gave him a long kiss, he quickly kissed you back holding your face close to him “of course Jon, I would do anything to make you feel safe and happy" you kiss him again before he can respond “I love you so much muffin” you laugh into his mouth as you two continue to kiss until dawn.

Since when did we start charging money on patreon for fanfics 😭😭😭😭 is this for real😭

hi, love. I haven't seen that many people doing the Patreon thing when it comes to fanfic, but it's pretty common for people who draw for example to set up a Patreon. I believe that everyone who does, just like myself, needs the money. I wouldn't be doing it if i didn't need to. I figured the Patreon setup was the best idea since it's not really that common for people to tip writers, we've been struggling with getting reblogs and comments, so you can imagine.

Right now, I'm applying and doing tests to get an internship, which still won't be enough because I'm also trying to apply for a master's. So, yeah, I'm really thankful for everyone who tipped me on ko-fi and subscribed to my Patreon, last month my savings were over, and the Patreon money was what helped me pay for some medical stuff I needed (Idk if you saw the whole mick schumacher's sick club, but yeah — huge thank you for everyone who subscribed/donated btw).

We often see fic writers as little robots who don't eat, drink, or sleep. We request stuff, and expect an instant reply, and when we get the content we don't even go back to the page to tell the writer our thoughts. We don't reblog, nor leave comments, but still, we expect them to keep writing and keep sharing everything as if it didn't take hours, sometimes days to come up with a 1k piece polished to what we think readers will like best. I hope I don't sound rude, I'm just trying to make a point because I'm tired of seeing writers deactivating, tired of seeing my friends getting writer's block and then people still demanding things.

On top of that, I'm still posting a lot here, from smau to blubs and long fic requests (and I won't even talk about how some pieces aren't even getting a hundred notes, which always makes me wonder if I'm doing something wrong, if my writing is bad, or if there's anything that I could do to make the reader's experience more enjoyable), and it takes a lot of time, it's even harder to balance the two profiles now, but still, I keep sharing some of my work for free. so please, please, don't make me feel bad about needing money. thanks ❤️.

tfw you're committed to a 2.5 hour online seder but all you IN YOUR HEART want to do with your very limited work night energy........ is watch trailers for gay tv shows.........

it's healthy to go back and reread all the nice comments people have left on your writing i think :3

*covered in blood after i have clearly just violently killed someone* okay im going to bed i was up very early i had a busy day i am very tired for the love of FUCK just BEHAVE just be nice to each other especially about something as stupid as a sexyman poll

and also please remember that every url is like, a real person youre talking to. if you wouldnt have the guts to say it face to face, you shouldnt say it online.

Something that makes reading TOA so devastating is how fucking much Apollo feels about Everything. There’s so MUCH. Like I don’t even know how to describe it to you if you haven’t read the books yourself. He has so many complicated thoughts and emotions about just about everything and he cares about everything so much and there is just SO MUCH going on in his head. And yet none of it ever reaches his mouth!!

He almost never says what he’s feeling. What little comes out of his mouth about his thoughts barely even scratches the surface of what he actually means. Like he’ll be having a long ass monologue about how incredible someone is, showing a deep understanding of them as a person and empathizing with them so hard you’d almost think it’s projection but it’s not he’s legitimately just mind melding with this random person he met like a week ago and he’s thinking the softest, kindest thoughts about them like he knows they’re fucking incredible - and what comes out of his mouth is just like, “you’re a wonderful friend :)” AND ITS LIKE. THERES SO MUCH MORE UNDER THE SURFACE. the sheer admiration and adoration he has for everyone around him……… UGHHH!!! But he never VOICES ANY OF IT!!!!!! He never tells anyone about what Zeus did to him……. He never tells anyone except the reader about his realization that Zeus is abusive…. He never even tells commodus about how much he adored him, not then and not now… he refuses to tell anyone when he’s in pain or tries to justify the things he does when he actually had Decent Reasons for why he did something… I’m. I’M. AUGH. AHHHHH

HE DOESN’T EVEN TELL US ALL OF HIS THOUGHTS IS THE THING. THERES EVEN MORE THAT HE IS NOT TELLING US!!!!! THE FUCKING OCEAN OF FEELINGS AND THOUGHTS HE HAS ABOUT EVERYTHING IS THE CLIFF NOTES VERSION. I AM IN DISTRESS.

And YET…. Even what slips out of his mouth is so fucking devastating it is SO devastating. He’s so fucking kind and gentle with Harley and Meg and and other younger Demis and his kids… he’ll act like an obstinate idiot and then turn around say something that drags the core of the person he’s talking to into the light like nail on the fucking HEAD like he reached into their soul and gave them the words to express something that they were struggling to say aloud or that they didn’t even realize about themself. Around the 2nd book he starts putting voice to some of his feelings and thoughts about others and even that tiny fucking sliver is overwhelming to the people he’s talking to bc he’s SO. AUGHHHH

i wish i wouldn't do this to myself. why do i buy games on steam and then not play them for a while and then hate them and request a refund way outside of the refund time window

a bunch of asks answered below the cut (some dating back a good 2 months i’m so sorry 💔 i’ll answer more soon)

he’s not, sorry 😔 regular age daithí is going off to be in a bc soon so it’d be kinda weird to have younger him running around other peoples games

the answer to both questions is i don’t know! i would like to do gameplay with them again and i love all the contestants that i chose, but i just hated bachelor gameplay 😫 and i find it very difficult to get the time for / be invested in more than one gameplay at a time so

as to who they would’ve ended up with, i can’t say! they didn’t even get the chance to meet a good chunk of the contestants that i had accepted (sorry omfg) if you’re really interested i can load up the save and show you the relationship statuses with everyone from where i left it off

vupiiii you’re so sweet thank you so much 😭😭 all the same back to you!! @sweetpyxels​ ❤️❤️

ANON HI I LOVE YOU you’re so sweet, thank you so much 😭😭😭

no it honestly makes me so happy that you actually read it once let alone reread it omfgg. you make me feel something anon. please ignore the fact that i didn’t know how dof worked in the first half of gen one 🤦‍♀️

these next few were from the ‘why did you follow me’ ask game i reblogged a while ago, sorry i never got around to them

ILY ALL AHH!!!!!! you’re all so lovely omfg ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ thank you for sending these in they really made me smile ngl. and thanks for sticking around 😫

Everyone tells me to just stay the same (but it's not like that)

Word count: 1640

Summary: Hinata finally decides to tell Rinne about his past at Yumenosaki. CW for Setsubun mentions, identity issues, and mentions of abuse

Read on AO3

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Hinata isn’t entirely sure what compels him to send a message to the leader of Crazy:B. Rinne Amagi had a habit of doting on him and treating him like another younger brother, which he knew Yuta wasn’t a big fan of. Yuta would often call Rinne a bad influence on Hinata, but Rinne was also one of the only people who treated him like a normal kid. 

It was kind of addicting in a way. It wasn’t just Rinne who had treated him like that either. The rest of Crazy:B had taken him in as one of their juniors (despite the fact that Kohaku was younger than Hinata) and Alkaloid, or at least Hiiro, had taken a liking to him as well. He treasured those nights that he spent with Niki and Hiiro playing video games and snacking on homemade sweets late into the night. 

Maybe it shouldn’t have been surprising that the first person he texted was Rinne on the anniversary of Setsubun. It had only been a year and yet it felt so much longer than that. He was grateful that the year since then had been filled with smiles and warmth, much more than years previous had been. The Amagi brothers were partially responsible for that change in his life. 

Rinne responded quickly and asked if he’s alright since he doesn’t normally send cryptic messages like this in the middle of the day. He said he’ll be there in 15 minutes after debriefing with his unit. 

Hinata didn’t bother replying to that, instead opting to just tell Rinne everything when he gets to the rooftop garden with him. He needed to figure out exactly what he wanted to tell Rinne anyway. It’s not in the older man’s nature to judge people based on things they can’t control, and he would understand a lot of Hinata’s own problems…probably. Rinne also wasn’t fond of showing weakness in front of other people. 

Hinata sat at the edge of the garden, towards the back. Being so high up reminded him of that day, but this was almost cathartic in a way. He was in a better place now, with people who didn’t know about that incident at all and cared for him as his own person. As much as he knew Yuta didn’t like the nickname Rinne gave him, it was a comfort for Hinata. 

Hina, such a simple nickname and yet it was a breath of fresh air, a new start, and here he was about to change everything. He just hoped that Rinne wouldn’t change how he talked with Hinata afterwards. 

Hinata was dangling his feet over the edge, looking down at the bustling street below when Rinne finally sat beside him. 

“What’s up, Hina? Somethin’ on your mind?” Rinne’s voice was gentle today, soft and even. Such a strange contrast to the Rinne most people knew. 

“Mmm, you could say that,” he replied, not looking at the older man. “Rinne, have you ever felt like…people don’t see you for you?” 

Rinne chuckled. “Every damn day Hina. Even back home…” he trailed off. Hinata knew not to push that topic. 

The two of them were like peas in a pod in that sense. 

Hinata laughed too. “Yeah, I knew you’d get it.” 

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Rinne waiting patiently for Hinata to keep going and Hinata searching for the words to say. But just having someone else there helped keep him from spiraling too much. 

“I just…feel like people wouldn’t miss me if I was gone, because they see me and Yuta-kun as the same person. It hurts a lot but I don’t know what to do about it because…I feel the same way. Like Yuta-kun and I are one person in two, but that’s not true anymore. I try to keep telling myself that we’re different but it’s hard to change how you think when it’s all you’ve ever known.  

Yuta-kun has so many friends and is always laughing and smiling with them and I want to be like that too, but after ah…” 

“After what, Hina?” 

“After Setsubun fes, people started treating me like I would break at any moment. I’m not grandma’s fine china or anything that will break if you handle it too roughly! But everyone at Yumenosaki can’t seem to get past that video.” 

Hinata still couldn’t look at Rinne, but he knew Rinne was confused. He hadn’t known about Setsubun at all. Of course he hadn’t, he didn’t go to school with them and was much too old to have been there at the same time as Hinata even if he had. It’s why he was drawn to him in the first place, along with his roommates, Niki and Hiiro. 

“Ah, sorry. You don’t have any idea what I’m talking about, do you?” 

“Not a clue.” 

“Long story short, I had a mental breakdown on the roof of the school last year and…it was filmed and everyone at the school saw it. It’s not like I had much of a choice in the distribution either, so everyone was just watching me like I wasn’t a real person.” 

Rinne moved a hand to Hinata’s back and began rubbing gentle circles between his shoulder blades. There were damp spots on Hinata’s cheeks. He rubbed his eyes with his hands balled up in fists. Why did his lowest moment have to be broadcast to everyone he knew? Why was it made to seem like a spectacle for people to watch and not do anything to help? Even after his monologue to his brother making it clear that he didn’t want to be treated like the same person anymore and not knowing how to distinguish himself without just moving into the background, nobody offered him help. 

He was drowning in the unknown and it took the creation of ES and Crazy:B for him to find a lighthouse to guide him to somewhere safe. Even when Crazy:B was against the entire world, hated by everyone, Rinne and the other members never once hurt 2wink. After their collaboration at the nightclub Rinne had taken a liking to Hinata. He was there for him to lean on when he wasn’t sure about the direction of his unit or how to be a big brother or a good senior to the new first years or just how to navigate life. 

At some point, Rinne had pulled Hinata into a side hug and just let him cry into his side. Hinata leaned into the touch and allowed himself to let it all out. 

Rinne’s hugs were always warm. 

It took several minutes of crying before Hinata ran out of tears. His sobs turned to sniffles and he pulled his legs to his chest. 

“You didn’t deserve any of that, Hina.” Rinne’s voice was serious, but not cold. It was a warm honey-sweetened tea on a rainy day. 

Another stretch of silence. Hinata’s head was spinning and numb and full of cotton. 

“But…I know how it feels. When I was younger, I had to keep my emotions in check, especially in front of other people. Any sign of weakness was always punished by my father. ‘A good leader doesn’t cry’ he would tell me. 

When my mom died, I was…eight or nine. I couldn’t cry at her funeral and when we returned home I just couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’ll spare you the details but he punished me severely. I never wanted Hiiro-kun to see me like that again and I made myself stop feeling. It felt like I was just there to be the next leader of the village, never allowed to be myself. 

What I’m tryin’ to say here is that I get it. I know how it feels for people to try and put you in a box that doesn’t fit, and how they treat you when you finally break. It’s okay to be frustrated and angry that it happened, but you can’t let it consume you. Show the world that Hinata Aoi is his own person, that you aren’t just that video and that you’re here to stay.” 

Hinata sniffled and leaned more into Rinne’s touch. 

“Thanks, Rinne-senpai. It means a lot, heh. I guess we all have our own burdens to carry.” 

“Yeah. Life is about learning to carry them and not let them drag you down. If it gets too heavy, I’ll be there to pick you back up and carry it for you.” 

“You don’t have to go that far, Rinne-senpai. How will I learn to carry my burdens if you take them for yourself? Wouldn’t that just make it heavier on you?” 

“I’ll take on everyone’s burdens if it means they get to smile just for one moment. I’ll fight fate itself if that’s what it takes.” 

“I’m not sure why, but I believe that you would find a way to do that, even though most people would say it’s impossible.” 

“Thanks for believing in me, Hina.” 

Hinata laughed, Rinne lightened the mood just enough that he felt like everything was at peace for the moment. His cheeks were stained with tears and his eyes would be puffy and red when he returned to the dorm, but at least he’d be smiling. 

Even if the world was against them, Hinata could count on Rinne at least being in their corner no matter what. Rinne was a lighthouse to people like Hinata, a steady light in the rocky ocean saying that someone is there, watching out for you. 

Despite the front that he put up and how he had a bad habit of pushing people away, Rinne was always there when it mattered. 

Hinata fell asleep curled up on the rooftop as Rinne hummed a gentle melody from his hometown. And everything was right with the world. 

some images of my favorite line of Lupin III plush toys, 33cm by Bandai (x)

these images are notable because it features a green jacket lupin, which ive never seen before! typically, when looking at lupins from this line, hes sporting a red jacket look, like below

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edit: jigen's hat band is different too! whatever these ones are from specifically, its a different release than normal

hii @pierogish-side!!! thank you for tagging me!! <3

Last song: This could be us by Rae Sremmurd

Favorite color: mmm really feeling brown rn

Currently watching: OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH WOOHOO!! its so fun (everyone is going through it)

Last movie: The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar dir. Wes Anderson

Currently reading: im currently studying for uni so im stuck at Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and The Course of Love by Alain de Botton :(

Sweet/spicy/savory: sweet forever and always

Relationship status: uhhh im dying and rebirthing from my ashes 👍

Current obsession: .....kiribaku..... im back at it again OTZ

Last things I googled: wes anderson (so i could find out what the above movie was called lmao), werewolf (singular), boku no hero academia wiki episodes (this is a call for help)

Currently working on: im in my last year of uni (lmao pierogish... 😭) and i need to finish it so im studying really hard!!! (and trying to not give up) but itll probably be a while until i get my degree. also i bought an old polaroid from a thrift shop and im thinking of making it work

tagging: @skijjiki, @livingonyoghurtandspite,@peachybeesplease, @horson, @mars-matrix

I know this is silly but like. There’s something about Trigun. Vash is just so… trans. Seeing him actively rebel against what everyone makes him out to be is. Something. He feels so real to me. “When did we become so different?” is something I think about a lot in my own life.

I guess the finale of stampede just gives me this rush I can’t stop thinking about. I felt seen. The person he should be able to trust, be able to talk to, be able to relate to, sees him as misguided. Foolish. More importantly though, Vash is an object instead of a person in that to them, and he says “fuck that” all while holding empathy for them. It’s ugly and sad and self destructive and so real.

Anyway, what i’m saying is if he can do it. Maybe, maybe I can start being brave about my gender. I’m sick of stuffing myself back in the closet for family that thinks I’m a Poor Little Girl. I’m 21. I have been out to my parents for 7 years. I’m going to say what I need to say and I’m gonna start defending myself.

you fuckers NEED to get on this bullshit its soo good. everyone read paradise lost NOW