An Elaboration On Why Horikoshi‘s Misogynistic Writing Is So Frustrating

In Between

written by vicaniyun | krisho | 145,529 | mature

Between juggling a demanding job and a family, single father Wu Yifan is a very busy man. After spending his day off taking a sick child to the hospital, Yifan meets Kim Junmyeon, a doctor with a big heart and a warm smile. Yifan doesn’t think much of it until they bump into one another as they drop their kids off for soccer practice a few weeks later. Perhaps they have more in common than Yifan originall thought…

Sequel: Never Too Late

pisces’s take: SS

i love kidfics. i love krisho. a krisho kidfic? wonderful.

i don’t know why i never put this fic on here despite having read it like,,,,,,, three times,,,,,,,,, but it’s now here, and lemme tell you: i’m still just as in love with it as i was the first time.

there’s something about reading about parents loving their kids (and each other) that gets to you, you know? and this fic is just that–and more. i don’t know what else to say about it. it’s soft, with a little darker themes on the side, but miss Miya, our wonderful author, has always been able to handle those themes perfectly. 

Dr Seuss style horror by DrFaustusAU

Autumnal Wood on Instagram

every time i see the “aromantics are lucky cause they don’t go through heartbreak” i just laugh.

cause when my best friend moved away, when i failed that test i pulled four all-nighters studying for, when my awesome guy friend had to stop hanging out with me because his girlfriend felt jealous, when me or someone else is targeted because of my/their race or orientation or gender, when i realize that COVID won’t be leaving any time soon, when my parents expect me to get married to a man someday and i realize i can’t ever come out to them if i want them to love me, when other people in the aspec community shame me for being alloaro, when i look in the mirror and break down because i don’t feel like i belong in my body, when i don’t know where i’m going in life because i was always told it was supposed to have romance... among so many other things, i feel heartbreak. every. single. day.

but no, heartbreak has to be inherently romantic. because non-romantic pain is somehow inherently weaker or nonexistent. because romantic feelings are the only form of emotion. because losing a friend or a loved one is somehow inherently not as significant as losing a romantic partner, because apparently, aromantic = emotionless.

and honestly? having my struggles invalidated like that is more heartbreaking than ever.

Good. But still Minseok is a lot taller than Levi

Just admit it

arknights factions in 2025 due to woke:

PRONOUN logistics

rhine LESBIANS

PENIS sylvestrius

LIBERAL guard department

abyssal hunters

ursus student self TRANSITIONING group

glasGAY

Q.U.E.E.R.

chiave’s POLYCULE

WOKES island

Ah i can't believe you've done this (but your art is beautiful)

1… 2…. 3… 10

Yixing: Why did you just take my pillow and throw it across the room?

Baekhyun: Oh no, I've done a bad thing. There should be a way for me to learn a lesson. *bends over*

Yixing: How many times do I have to tell you? I'm not going to spank you anymore.

Baekhyun: Whyyyyyyyy?

Yixing: Because you never learn a lesson and continue to misbehave. From the sounds you make I'm starting to believe you enjoy it.

hgnngnnnghhhhh... Victoria buying you from your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner... hngngngngnhh...

You couldn’t believe your asshole of a partner sold you off. Like you were cheap meat. What were they doing talking to your high school bully anyway?! You finally get away from the psycho and now you’re back in hell where she clearly belongs.

Currently, there’s a soft, chewable gag in your mouth. Stress toy maybe? Or maybe she just wanted you to keep your mouth busy? Who fucking knows, all you know is drool is dripping around it now and making you wish you could move your hands to clean up instead of looking like a sad, slobbering puppy.

“There’s my good girl. Haven’t seen you in so long! Did you really think you could escape? That I wouldn’t find you?” She asks while pinching your cheeks, giving a wicked smile at your clear discomfort. Victoria let’s her fingers toy with the rope around your wrists, kissing your knuckles gently as her hands wander downward to feel the rest of your arm.

Your skin feels so nice to touch again. She wants to sink her teeth into you and mark you as hers again. To taste you and have you filling her senses like you used too, before that whole fiasco about getting away from her and switching colleges at the last minute.

Back when you would be beneath her as she ravaged you, having you beg and blubber apologies when you were naughty or kissing her breathless when she decided to give you a treat. No one else has ever made her feel such a longing, and she’s sure no one ever will. How you ended up with that scum of the earth who sold you is a mystery, but one she doesn’t care to solve.

As soon as they think they have their money secured, Victor is in position to kill and dispose. No loose ends, no loose lips, and all that mess. Siblings have a bond like that, don’t you know?

Victoria looks you in the eyes sharply, feeling with the pads of her fingers the drool leaving your gag. It makes her shudder, pressing her thighs together as she lets her fingers dip lower to your collar bone, tracing the area lightly. “Making such a mess...you love it wet and messy though, don’t you? I remember how I used to make you soak the sheets when you’d stay the night”.

You hiss out an insult, muffled by the gag of course, but she doesn’t seem to care. She’s lost in feeling all over you, your pants becoming discarded despite your struggling and kicks. “Always a fighter aren’t you? Don’t worry baby, I’m just feeling what I’ve been denied”. Her lips trail up your thighs, pulling your shirt upwards above your chest so she can leave lipstick stains across your abdomen and upper body as well.

Dark red. She clearly has a favorite shade.

You wince as she tugs the hem of your underwear and lets it snap against your hip, feeling as if she was getting into a more dominant and punishing mood.

Victoria sees the fear on your face, and sighs softly. Poor thing. You’re scared she’s going to hurt you like before, aren’t you? Well she’s matured since then, thank you, and she’s more patient. She’s learned about second chances, although she knows to take more precautions in the future when it comes to how much you love to try and hide from her.

“You’re cute when you think you’re in trouble. But...I’ve missed you too much to reunite on bad terms. Tonight I just want to feel your warmth again. And if you’re good for me, I might even take the gag away. Doesn’t that sound nice?”.

No. Absolutely not. But what choice do you really have when your face is covered in your own spit at this point and your nearly naked in front of your stalker. At least she’s giving you a choice you suppose.

A quick nod, and Victoria kisses your head, petting your hair softly as she whispers “I’ll be right back then. I have a call to make to Victor and the boys...when I come back we’ll see about a nice, relaxing bath and some champagne, Hmm?”.

-Mommabean

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