#‘you’re a mad linguist?!?!!?’

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 22

part 1 | part 21 | ao3

“…Go ahead,” he relents with a heavy sigh.

He turns the radio back on for background noise, and Robin launches herself into a breathless recap of every minute detail she’s ever learned about Eddie Munson. Genuinely impressive how quickly the words come out; Steve thinks that if her dream of becoming a linguistics researcher ever falls through, she’s got a bright future ahead of her as one of those speedreaders who rattle off the fine print at the end of pharmaceutical ads.

Warning: Discussion of Eddie Munson may cause nausea, heartburn, palpitations, sweaty armpits, and an inconveniently timed half-chub any time you use a pocket knife. Talk to your doctor to see if Discussion of Eddie Munson is right for you!

“Which brings us to tonight,” she’s saying when he zones back in. “Let’s examine the facts, shall we?”

“Must we?”

“Yes, we must.”

She makes a loose fist, lifting her pointer finger with an aggressive flourish to kick off her ‘list of reasons Eddie has a big, fat crush on you.’ “Fact number one: he was conveniently wearing a super nice outfit.”

“He said he ran out of laundry.”

“And we’re buying that?” she scoffs. Her middle finger springs up to join the first one. “Two: he was so disgustingly up in your personal space. Like, you really should have seen it; it was—”

Mwah. Mwah mwah mwah. “Yeah, I don’t need another demonstration.”

“Three” —there goes her ring finger— “he came to a movie rental store that you just so happen to work at and then left without renting a movie.”

“Because you did something to spook him!”

“Which brings me to my fourth and final point.” Her pinky lifts up to join the team, fingers spread wide like a paper fan, and she telescopes her arm to shove them back and forth under his nose until he goes a little cross-eyed and bitches about her distracting the driver.

“Cut it out! You want me to drive us into someone’s trash cans?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Yeah, well I’m sending you the invoice when it scratches up the paint.”

She retreats to her side of the car, curling her back against the door and repeating, “My fourth and final point: I think he thinks we’re dating.”

“And? Everyone thinks we’re dating.”

“No, everyone wants us to be secretly dating,” she corrects. “But I’m pretty sure Eddie actually thinks I’m your girlfriend. You remember last week when you dropped me off at school?”

He does. Eddie had actually been there early for once; had been sitting on a bench out by the soccer fields, looking surly and half-asleep while he sucked down a cigarette. Hair all messed up by the wind. Looked kind of dangerous. Wild.

“He was, like, fully glaring at me when I walked into school that morning, and then he was super rude to me in band. Which, at the time, I was like, ‘oh, well I guess that’s just Eddie no one can ever tell what his mood’s gonna be like from day to day,’ but noo-o-ow…”

She starts squirming in her seat again, excitement overflowing as she finally cracks the case. “Now it all makes sense! Oh, my god! He totally hates me because he thinks we’re dating, and I’ll bet you anything he either didn’t know we work together or didn’t expect me to be there tonight and he totally, one hundred percent was there to flirt with you because he’s in lo—”

“Okay, Detective,” he cuts her off, because the tips of his ears are burning, and he doesn’t think he can handle her saying the L word out loud right now. “You’ve made your point, thank you.”

“Tell me I’m right.”

“Uh, no.”

“Come on.” She jabs at his side. “Tell me I’m right tell me I’m right tell me I’m—”

“—A fucking menace? Gladly.”

“Translation: I’m right and you’re mad about it,” she smirks, victorious.

Steve knocks his forehead against the wheel as he pulls up to her curb. “Why do I drive you places?”

“Because you love me." She flips her visor down to freshen up her lip balm, mumbling around the chapstick, "I’m adding Surly Best Friendlish to my list of fluencies; I think it'll really make my college applications pop."

"Yuh huh," Steve grumbles. The thought of Robin leaving for college always sits in his gut like raw bread dough — thick and heavy and gross, rising to form a swollen lump in his throat. "Didn't you already submit all of those?"

"Yes, I diiiid," she sings, shimmying her shoulders with pride. "Duke's gonna say yes, I just know it. Picture it with me: Robin L. Buckley," she gestures to an imagined marquee somewhere just beyond the windshield, "class of 1990."

Steve swallows the urge to be a sulky dick about it. "They'd be lucky to have you," he says quietly.

"Nope. No no, none of that. No moping." She tugs at his arm; links their elbows together. "You're not allowed to mope when we have a party to get ready for."

"No, you have a party to get ready for. I'm going home."

"Steeeve-uh!" Holy shit. He just had to be soulmates with the whiniest lesbian in a 500 mile radius, didn't he? "Come to the bonfire party with me!"

"Yeah, that's a no."

“It’ll be fun!"

It most certainly will not be. "You really want me to go freeze my ass off in the woods all night while a bunch of former classmates talk shit about me the second they think I'm out of earshot?" He's been to enough of his parents' 'networking events' over the years to know exactly how that'll go. A full night of subtly closed-off body language, smirking whispers and judgmental glances that dart away as soon as he meets them head on. Fuck that. "Thanks, but I'll pass."

He just wants to go home. Feels momentarily sick with the desire to drive himself to Loch Nora.

"What did I say about moping?" Robin asks. She shoves into his space, hugging his arm tighter and deploying her most lethal sad wet kitten face (and Steve doesn't even like cats; this shouldn't fucking work on him.) "Pleeeease," she begs. "Vickie's going to be there, and I could really use a friend."

"So ask a friend!"

"I am, dipshit!"

Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Goddamn this woman. Steve hangs his chin to his chest in defeat, notices the weird stain he got on his shirt during work. "I have some conditions," he concedes.

She throws her arms out wide. "Condition me, baby!"

"First— ew. Okay, I don't like that; don't call me baby." Yeesh, and furthermore, yuck. "First, I'm borrowing one of your shirts, and you're probably never getting it back."

"Understandable,” she nods as she gets out of the car. Steve follows her out, propping his elbows on the roof.

"Secondly,” he continues, “I'm getting very drunk at this stupid party, and you're figuring out how we get home."

She reaches out over the top of the car; gives his hand a quick squeeze when he puts it in hers. "That's three things," she says fondly, "but I can work with that."

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part 23

tag list part 1 below the cut; comment if you'd like to be added tomorrow (not tagging ageless or under 21s unless we're mutuals or you let me know your age ✌️)

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #platonic stobin #my writing #my fic

[bloodraven55]

other people have already pointed out a lot of this but i have a linguistics degree i need to use for something and if there’s one thing i love it’s overanalysing so here’s a break down of where the wires got so crossed in suletta and miorine’s last conversation

what miorine meant: “i feel bad that you’re always doing so much for me so i’ve found a way to reduce your workload”

what suletta heard: “i only asked you for help bc no one else was available but now i’ve found other people to do it who are more reliable than you”

what suletta meant: “i thought that you asking me for help meant that you trusted and cared about me”

what miorine heard: “yeah this was a big responsibility that put a lot of pressure on me”

what suletta meant: “i rejected him bc i take our engagement seriously and you’re the only one i have feelings for”

what miorine heard: “i turned him down even tho i like him bc i feel obligated to you and think you’d be mad if i went on a date with someone else”

what miorine meant: “i don’t want you to give up on what you want for my sake so feel free to hang out with whoever you like”

what suletta heard: “i don’t return your feelings for me and i need you to spend time with the guy who just creeped you out for the good of the company”

what suletta meant: “so you don’t actually value my support bc i’m special to you and i was wrong to think that i could be an equal partner in this relationship?”

what miorine heard: “so there isn’t any more work you need me to do right now and i’m free to go?”

what miorine meant: “i know aerial is part of your family and very important to you so i’m gonna reunite you with her as soon as possible”

what suletta heard: “right now let’s get back to business and go to collect aerial bc piloting your gundam is how you can be useful”

to summarise pragmatics is a bitch and it wasn’t miorine’s communication that was different here…. they’ve always expressed themselves in fundamentally contrasting ways and it finally became a problem this ep bc suletta’s feelings and insecurities regarding miorine have changed

#mobile suit gundam the witch from mercury #sulemio #suletta mercury #miorine rembran

[writefandoms]

Love Thy Body (Comm)

Adrian Tepes x Female!Reader (smut)

Summary: Adrian Tepes is in dire need of some good ol’ fashion loving.

Word Count: 1.9k

The dhampir of Wallachia was a man known by the name Alucard. 

The opposite of the evil Dracula, he’s seen as the people's savior. The one who will destroy the mad vampire and seal him to rest in his coffin for all eternity. 

But the old stories were just that: stories. Nothing but old wise tales passed around village to village. 

The real Alucard wasn’t the opposition to anyone. He was simply a man. A man who had lost those dear to him in the span of one long nightmare. One that could only end once he drove a stake into his own fathers heart. 

When you looked at this strong hero, you didn’t see a man. No- you saw a crying child longing for his mother and father. 

Adrian wore his scars with great sadness.

From the slice across his chest- given to him from his own father. To the burns around his wrists- given to him by those he entrusted with his body and soul. 

There was no savior, only a wounded child. 

Adrian Tepes was a beautiful man. No one could deny it. 

Even when he spoke with pure arrogance and sass, his golden eyes and sharp jawline were bound to make even the strongest of wills shatter at his looks. 

Upon your first meeting, you were very close to clocking him in his perfect nose. His sharp tongue and know-it-all attitude, made it impossible to not seethe with rage. 

But as you spoke with the man, you began to see past the beauty of his face. Looking into the eyes of a broken creature, longing for someone to hold him- but to scared to open himself to others. Fear of betrayal outweighed his need for compassion. 

The first time you kissed was quite a surprise for both of you. Tension was high after a fierce battle with a few night creatures. One moment your locking eyes, the next your pressed against him in a heated embrace. 

You both swore it was from the heat of battle, even when you can't help thinking about how soft his lips were. 

One broken promise later, you find each other stripped down and in each other’s embrace. No- not quite actually. 

You’re stripped naked, Adrian is only missing his cloak. 

As unfair as you think it is, the orgasms that Adrian delivers are enough to keep your complaints to yourself. 

You thought nothing of his tendency to remain mostly clothed during your heated exchanges. Usually your mind is to busy being blown to care. But tonight would be different. 

“Strip.”

Adrian simply freezes, suddenly unsure where to put his hands on your exposed body. 

“I beg your pardon?” Ever the linguistic, but still playing dumb. 

“Ya’ speak English or not? I said strip.” Your legs shut, blocking his hands or wandering eyes from your privates. 

“I’ve never had to-“

“Aye, I’m naked as the day I was born, yet you’re still in your fancy boots. It’s not fair!” Arms folded like your scolding him, you pick up a pillow to block your chest from his view. “No more fucking until I get to see your bits!”

It’s his turn to scowl now, sitting back on his knees, on the mattress. 

“Language.”

“Stop changing the subject, strip or no more fun time!”

“Fun time?” His lips twitch slightly, a smirk forming on his face. 

Not liking his blatant disregard for his request, you tug a spare sheet around your shoulders to cover your bare body. 

“Fine.” Dragging yourself to your feet, you turn from him, “Good night.”

It doesn’t take him long to call you back, not even two seconds in fact. 

“Don’t leave.” His tone is new, almost fragile. Like if you raised your voice he’d shatter. “Please.”

Clasping your sheet dress, you turn towards him, but wait for him to continue. He doesn’t speak, only reaches a hand out, a proverbial olive branch. 

Who are you to deny this beauty of a man. 

Adrian cups your hand so gently, tugging you towards him. He’s sitting at the foot of the bed, spreading his legs to fit you between them. His eyes level with your chest. 

He’s peering up at you with a look that you can’t quite pinpoint. Definitely lust, but with a twinge of something else. 

Pulling your hand downward, he leads you to his button up. Your fingers follow his to the first button, his hands slip away, but the invitation remains. 

Uncertainty weighs your fingers down, slowly unbuttoning the first one. Only when he nods do you pick up the pace, eager to see more of him. Even the small sliver of visible pale flesh has you excited. 

But that excitement is quickly dashed once you catch sight of the large scar branding his near perfect skin. He must regard your sadness as disgust because he pulls back. 

The look on his face of pure disdain- but you know it’s not directed towards you. 

“Satisfied?” Is all he spits at you, eyes glaring at the wall behind you. 

Lifting a hand, your fingers dance along the scar tissue. Only able to journey so far before his hand grips your wrist and halts your motion. 

“Don’t-“ His grasp weakens, shoulders slumping, “-don’t pity me.”

Allowing your hand to pull free, you begin your conquest once again. This time planting both hands firmly against his chest, before leaning down planting a chaste kiss against his lips.

It’s soft. Softer than either of you’ve ever been with one another. 

Adrian takes a moment but returns the sweet gesture. Lips working against yours, like two puzzle pieces. 

You don’t give him a chance to think before pushing your body weight onto him, successfully landing him on his back. 

Despite being caught off guard, he’s still quick enough to land on his elbows. 

“Bloody vampire speed.” You grumble, but refuse to let him stump this small victory. 

Latching your lips on his jaw, you revel in the gasp that leaves him. Adventure further down the column of his throat, leaving small bites and kisses in your wake. 

The subtle pleasures must be enough for him to lower his guard once again, slowly laying flat on his back. His hands fist the sheets beneath him, claws unconsciously ripping the fabric. 

Noticing this loss of control you take the opportunity to lighten the mood. “Tsk. That’s silk, Mr. Tepes.”

Moving back to lock eyes with him, you’re relieved to see him roll his eyes. 

“I can always buy new ones.”

“Oh? Trying to impress me with your riches?” Hands spread on his chest, you push yourself into an upright position, straddling his waist. 

Adrian’s hands move from the sheets, securing themselves onto your hips. 

“Are you only straddling me because of my possible riches?” The grip on your hip gives him leverage to grind against your bare crotch, drawing a low moan from you. 

“Trust me, it’s not just your money that keeps me here.” You trail a hand down his chest, raking your nails a little harsher as you reach the sharp v-line, leading to the tent in his pants. 

“Y-your- ahhh…vile creature.” His moans only add to the heat between your legs, making you unconsciously rub against his bulge. 

“An’ you’re too sexy for your own good.” Your eyes admire the sight of him beneath you. 

Pale skin, ripped muscles, beautiful face, all for you. 

“Quiet.” Is all he can muster in a weak defense, but the pink tint on his cheeks is a dead give away. 

“Not until I make up for all the times you hid this work of art from me.”

Hands run down his bare chest, fingers trying to memorize every crack and crevice. His breathing hitches when you trace his scar, skin more sensitive than the rest. 

Leaning down you catch a pink nipple between your lips, giving a half hearted suck. His reaction is a mixture of surprise and pleasure, back arching a fraction and fingers twitching. 

“Heathen…” he manages to groan with faux anger, not convincing due to the pink still tinting his cheeks. 

“Whore.” You grin back up at him, rolling his nipple between your teeth now. 

“Hng-” It’s adorable really- watching him struggle to keep his cool demeanor up. 

Your mouth remains latched to his nipple, hand wandering down his arm, pausing at his wrist. Even with your soft grip around it has tension rushing through his muscles. Pulling his wrist a bit, you feel slight resistance before he allows you to drag his hand towards your face. Still hovering over his chest, you place a soft kiss on the dark scar that resembles a bracelet. 

“You’re beautiful,” you sit up to straddle him once again, while hoisting his other wrist to your lips. “So beautiful it’s nearly scary.”

He’s breathless as he lays back and watches you plant kiss after kiss along his scars. 

The grinding of your hips against his catches him by surprise. 

“Oh!” The half vampire gasps, mouth opening revealing two razor sharp fangs. 

His hands are led down your neck, past your chest, landing on your hips. Hot friction burns between your arousal and his, successfully leaving a wet spot on his pants. 

“Please let me show you how badly I need you…” your voice loses any confidence, taking on a breathy, whiny tone. 

Your eyes lock, his half lidded golden orbs staring at you with a near predatory gaze. One hand drops from your hip and slides between your legs.

“Ah! Adrian-” Your cries only make his fingers move more, direct contact making your thighs clench. 

Moving up a bit, unconsciously giving his long, attentive, fingers better access. His fingers are slightly sticky with your arousal, taking said juices and rubbing it around your hole. 

“This- mmm… I wanna be in c-control!” As angry as you try to sound, you can’t help the noises leaving you, screwing your eyes shut to focus on the pleasure. 

“You want me to stop?” He questions, his fingertip pushes into your eager cunt, giving only a hint of relief before pulling out. “Fine.”

The whimper that leaves you has him growing hard- well, harder. 

“Please…more.”

There’s no time to try and deny your body's needs, not when he allows his finger to push into you, all the way in. Thrusting the finger slowly, the sounds of wetness get louder. He pulls them out completely, only for two to push back in. 

“Y-yes- need more…” Your hips move on their own, fucking yourself on his fingers. 

He doesn’t press another in though, instead keeps his eyes locked on the place where you wrap tightly around his fingers. Even the slightest crook of his finger inside of you has you toppling over, bare chests rubbing each other. At this awkward angle you can’t really fuck yourself onto him, leaving you at the mercy of his slow and shallow fingerfucking. 

That need for release grows as his long fingers strike sparks against your inner walls. The sounds coming from your lower half would be embarrassing if you weren’t going mad with unholy needs. 

“I can’t come like this, p-please…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you can’t walk. Okay, my love?”

My love. A title too romantic for your intimate relationship, words failing you.

Your lack of response is substituted by your tightness clenching around his digits, making his chest rumble with an evil chuckle. 

“Good girl.”

#commission #taking commisions #writing #castlevania smut #castlevania #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes #alucard smut

[kaaaaaaarf]

imagine if I never met the broskis

Hogwarts Era. Rated T. 1.4k words. Crack. Toronto Mans Remus.

It's at this exact moment that the door to the bathroom opens, and a much more relaxed looking Remus walks out in an entirely different wardrobe from when he went in—wearing a beige Gucci branded muggle bucket hat and a Toronto Raptors jersey over matching jogging pants.  “Wagwan, fam. Reach!” Remus grabs James’ palm and pulls him in for a one armed hug. When he pulls back, he looks him up and down admiringly, “Hooooly, your quiddich pajamas are mad lit, fam."

Okay, so I wasn't going to post this, but @imsiriuslyreading told me I should (she's really scary guys), so here it is. The concept behind this is what if Roadman Remus was actually Toronto Mans Remus.

Note: I really want to stress that this is just silliness!!! If you want to know what a Toronto Mans is, this is a great explanation, as is this video from UofT. TL;DR think Drake or a Canadian rude boi/roadman. Toronto Mans slang is a multiethnical dialect used by a wide variety of people and is a linguistical result of the Canadian cultural mosaic.

Anyways.

Ratchet Happy Birthday, Remus. 🎂

Fic under the cut.

It's Sirius Black's first night at Hogwarts. So far, it’s been everything he’d hoped for. He was sorted into Gryffindor—first Black in a hundred years to not be sorted into Slytherin. He couldn’t wait to owl his parents in the morning to let them know. Maybe he’d get a howler back! Gosh, that could be fun.   

After the sorting, he met his new roommates. First there's James, who Sirius met at dinner and immediately fell a bit in love with as he watched him stick a third year’s pet frog into the pocket of a red headed girl named Lily. Her face turned the same colour as her hair when she reached in to pull out her wand and felt slimy skin instead. It was so funny, but even he has to concede that it’s a good thing they haven’t learned how to hex anyone yet, or else she would have hexed his bollocks off. His parents would hate James, say he’s a bad influence—he's perfect. Maybe he’ll talk about his new best friend James Potter in his letter in the morning.

Next there was Peter—short and kind, with a wild sense of humour—he’s had Sirius in stitches all evening. He really should be writing the comic strips that come in packs of Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum, his talents feel wasted here.

Then there was Remus. Remus...well, none of them know what to make of Remus yet. He’s tall and quiet, with a wicked scar that stretches across his nose and under the golden curls that fall over his brow. He didn’t say much of anything at the feast, but the three boys overheard some of the professors saying that Remus and his family had just moved to Wales from Canada, after some sort of animal attack had happened in the Rockies. As soon as they made it to their new dorm, a tense looking Remus had shut himself in the dormitory toilets without a word. 

"Black, mind if I use the toilet next? I drank too much pumpkin juice at the feast."

Sirius looks over at James from where he’s hanging up a Holyhead Harpies poster. "Yeah, no worries, Potter. You’re welcome to it if Remus ever comes out. Do you think he’s okay in there?”

It's at this exact moment that the door to the bathroom opens, and a much more relaxed looking Remus walks out in an entirely different wardrobe from when he went in—wearing a beige Gucci branded muggle bucket hat and a Toronto Raptors jersey over matching jogging pants. 

“Wagwan, fam. Reach!” Remus grabs James’ palm and pulls him in for a one armed hug. When he pulls back, he looks him up and down admiringly, “Hooooly, your quiddich pajamas are mad lit, fam."

The three other boys look at each other, confused tilts to their brows. “Er—sorry, Remus. What do you mean fam?”

“Oh, before I was sayin’ fam, I was sayin’ bro, and before I was sayin’ bro, I was sayin’ dog. And a dog and a bro are still your fam, so I just took away the dog, took away the bro, and now I'm sayin’ fam.”

Remus moves over to his trunk, putting away his robe and clothes from dinner. Sirius leans into James’ space, smiling at Remus in a way that he guesses is a bit mad in the way that it doesn’t quite reach his wide eyes, whispering, "Do you know what he’s on about?"

James shakes his head, "No idea...Pete, any guesses?”

Peter shuffles across the room to join them, "Oh, my great aunt Perpetua is from Canada. I can try to translate. So far I think he’s said he quite likes your pyjamas, James, and he seems to think we’re his family.”

James looks pleased with that, and tries to start over, "So, Remus—what do your parents do for a living?"

"My parents are muggles, fam. They just get money, I dun know, they don't really have jobs, but they got hustle. They finesse down Weston Road, fam. They finessin' the mans out of their pockets."

Sirius and James both look at Peter, who just shrugs with a frantic look in his eyes. Sirius shakes his head and grins at Remus like he understands, "Oh, right mate. Where in Canada did you say you were from again?"

"I didn’t. I'm from the 6ix—Weston Road, fam, you already know! It's plush."

James looks hesitant when he replies, "Oh, er. We didn't already know...that's why we asked. Never heard of the 6ix."

Remus nods at them, a look of sadness suddenly crossing his lovely face, “Turonno, fam. Weston Road’s a little bit rough, I didn't fit in too much at school, fam. I used to come home and chill on the block—Weston lines, you already know. But I would say if you know what's up, stay with yourself, you move how you move, fam.”

“...Sure.”

“—but it's cool, cause now I'm here with my new fam, you know?” Remus jumps up and down suddenly excited, a spark in his eye, “Oh! Fam, fam—let me tell you the story about how I almost died smoking a muggle cigarette."

Peter rears back at that, "You were smoking a muggle cigarette? Are you not eleven like the rest of us?"

“I’m thirteen, fam. Anyways, so here I go outside to smoke a cigarette, and I'm on my porch sittin' down. I was bare tired fam, bare tired. Then a car drives by slowly. He's grillin' me, so I'm grillin' him."

Sirius tugs on James’ pyjamas, “Do you have any idea what's happening?”

“Not a clue, mate.”

Remus doesn’t seem deterred by their whispering, “So I got the cigarette in my mouth right, and I'm grillin' him, and he rolls his window down and he starts shootin' me like bom bom bom.”

“He starts shooting you!?”

“And like, fuck, fam—I was cheezed. After the first shot I fell, but they hit me so I flipped over. I ran into my back yard fam, and I hopped a fence, and when I hopped the fence I realized the bogie was still in my hand, and I was like what the hell is this bogie still doin' in my hand, so I tossed it and I was like fuck and I ran to the store."

Sirius turns to the other boys, “Pete, really going to need you to translate here.”

“I…I don’t know…”

“I thought you said your aunt was from Canada!”

Pete looks frantic, “Yeah, Manitoba! She says eh and oot instead of out. Not...whatever this is.”

Remus still doesn’t seem to notice their crisis. “—and I asked the store man one more time, did I get shot? And he's like yes. So I'm like call the ambulance, fam!"

There’s a long silence then. The three boys look at each other, waiting to see if he's going to finish the story, but he doesn't.

After a minute, a pale looking Pete mutters, "Crikey."

James shifts from foot to foot and offers, "Erm...well, we're glad you're alright, aren't we chaps?"

Sirius nods profusely, "Yeah, yeah, yes. So glad."

"Yeah, for sure, fam. That was some scary shite. That was the scariest thing I've ever seen in my life, it was moshed. That's why I changed my rap name."

After another beat of silence where nothing else is offered, Sirius mumbles, “...Right.”

Remus jumps onto the end of his bed, swinging his legs, “Anyways, you don' wanna hear about that shit, fam. You wanna hear about the time I got gerked by this wolf? I gerked him back though, don' worry."

James looks at his wrist as if he were wearing a muggle watch, “Erm, it’s late and we're a bit tired, aren't we lads?"

Peter and Sirius answer in enthusiastic agreement, “So tired. Exhausted, really.”

“Ah, no worries, fam. You mind if I listen to Drake before bed? My moms got me this sick muggle music player, fam. Helps me sleep.”

Sirius has no idea what a Drake is, but he’s relieved to be getting out of this conversation, “Yeah, yeah, go for it, mate. Have a good night.”

He soon finds out, and as he lays back on his bed, listening to this Drake sing about God’s Plan, he thinks of the dimple on Remus’ cheek whenever he says fam and the way it makes something swoop in his belly.

It’s going to be an interesting year.

#fic: toronto mans remus #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #wolfstar #james potter #petey p #Spotify #not posting this to ao3 because reasons

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Okay okay okay, that cool thing that you did with Sonic’s handwriting, could you do it with Eggman? He’s got a canon handwriting too!

OhthankgodIcanansweryourask…..

Hey Hon❤️✨

I 100% appreciate your ask. I do. It’s incredibly sweet that I get asks like this. But I must warn you. As I’ve shared in my previous post exploring this topic, I would advise you to seek either a forensic anthropologist, a graphologist, a linguistic anthropologist, or a psychologist that specializes in learning development to answer this question. My background in anthropology (besides the broad topic) is focused more in archaeological studies. Meaning I can only go so far with my analysis. If you’re interested in exploring this topic further, I can check my personal library in my lab and share some book titles here. Just some food for thought, no pressure!

Now onto your ask… Dr. Eggman (game version) is right-handed.

I’ve shared in my original post that we look for specific traits when it comes to identifying a dominant hand. These traits include how specific letters are written (I.E., an “O” or an “E.”), smudging, diagonal lines, and curvature in lettering.

The first thing to note is the way that Dr. Eggman writes his “G’s.” The loop for the lower part of the G has a harsh blot to it, whereas someone who is left-handed might have a blot from their line towards the top. The word “might” is stressed in my statement. The stroke could’ve been formed due to how the name is positioned on the photograph. The photo wasn’t aligned properly with his person in order to write in a straight line. This leads me to believe that the photo was either out of his reach, or that he didn’t necessarily put much effort into writing his name. The blotting is a result of him trying to angle his writing instrument properly at an angle. Knowing Dr. Eggman, I’m sure that he didn’t think much of it since he’s got other important things to do. The entire name is hastily scribbled with a hybrid writing style. This means that the mad Doctor swaps between writing in both block letters and cursive. This also leads me to believe that the hybrid writing style is his way of writing something quickly, but making his name legible to read.

If anything, I’m willing to argue that the best supporting evidence of him being right-handed is how he write his “E’s.” We can see in the way that each stroke is formed where the line is meant to start. The starting point for each line forms from right to left. This differs from when I talked about Game!Sonic’s line formations in the “H” for “Hedgehog.” His lines move from left to right. This is a trait for those who are left-handed.

Fun fact, American writing encourage the first letter of each title to be capitalized. So for abbreviations like “Mr., Mrs., Ms., Dr., and Mx.” will always have a capital letter. In the photograph, “Dr.” is written as “DR.” This isn’t an error in spelling whatsoever, this is personality. This indicates that he takes his title of “doctor” seriously and does not want you to forget it. It’s etiquette that Eggman wants you to adapt when you’re around him.

I hope that this answers your question, my dear! Let me know if you want me to do some more!

#I love getting big brain questions #They’re fun to answer and I love seeing the “ah-ha” moment y’all get when the info clicks. #sonic the hedgehog #Dr. Eggman #Dr. Robotnik #I���m really sorry that this isn’t as fancy as my other ones are. I’m having a bad eczema day but I really wanted to answer this #I am an anthropologist #I am an archaeologist

[stillness-in-green]

On Directionality of Movement in BNHA (and the Neat Reversals)

(Take 2 on this post, which gave me fits trying to post it. Fingers crossed it works this time, and sorry for any vanishing posts, people who reblogged the original.)

This post was initially conceived back in December, when I first saw the home release covers for HeroAca’s Season 6.  They look like pretty standard stuff at first glance, but there was something about them that was very, very interesting: the direction the characters were moving.

(Hit the jump for an explanation spiced up with lots and lots of images from first American and then Japanese media.)

So, this is something that’s absolutely ubiquitous in visual media that a reader/viewer is probably never going to consciously register (at least without being told about it, as in, for example, film class or art school) because the emotional cues in play are intrinsically tied to a culture’s written language.[1]  To wit, because written English progresses from the left to the right, the subconscious association with rightward movement is forward progress.  Thus, in American media, be it stage, screen, or graphic panel when a character is moving from the left to the right, that directionality expresses forward movement, progress, agency, empowerment, righteousness, clear-mindedness, healthy ambition, heroism, and so forth.  Progress is towards the unturned page.

[1] The broader term to use to research this further is “linguistic relativity.”

The chase Furiosa initiates in Mad Max Fury Road spends most of the movie heading to the right, before Max convinces Furiosa to return to the Citadel, at which point, naturally enough, the chase reverses directions, spending the rest of the film heading left.   

Heroically smashing up cars in a rightward-facing direction, while people with less agency flee leftward.   

Elsa spends most of this number moving to the left, the same direction she fled out of Arendelle, but as her resolve grows, the choreography stars reversing, moving her on the z-axis more, and when she declares her resolve to never go back, donning her ice queen dress, her directionality immediately shifts to right-facing.  Even her turn at the end of the sequence, as she spins to walk back inside, is to the audience’s right.

Conversely, when a character is moving from the right to the left—against the flow of written English—that expresses return, backsliding, a lack of agency, powerlessness, wickedness, unhealthy ambition, difficulty, turmoil, and a generally dark or conflicted mentality.  Regression and turmoil lie in the direction of the page that’s already been turned.

Nina’s grasp on reality is beginning to fracture due to the multifaceted stresses she’s facing.   

Jean Grey is classically a heroic character, but you don’t get hero layouts when you’re giving in to dark urges and consuming suns.   

Scar will start trending rightward when Be Prepared really gets underway, that song being all about his future plans and proactive evil, but for the introductory bits, he’s firmly left-facing—as is also the case when he hurls Mufasa to his death.   

Of course, this doesn’t have to be a huge production!  Even something as simple as Charlie Brown walking rightward out to the doghouse to feed Snoopy then leftward to go back inside fits this idea of forward vs. backward motion.  (Compare this to, say, Dagwood, who runs leftward out his door to crash into the mailman every time he’s late for work.)

Naturally, you see this idea of directionality in confrontations as well.

In Hamilton, the title character is reflecting back on his past, the loved ones lost, his actions and the sort of legacy he will leave behind; he "throws away his shot" and dies.  Burr, conversely, is thinking of his living daughter, of his determination to survive; he fires, bullet moving from left to right, and will go on to survive the duel.   

Steven Q. Universe, facing the future despite the embodied wall of stasis and indifference standing in his way.   

The Wicked Witch, facing leftward, attempts to scare the Tin Woodsman and Scarecrow from progressing any further with Dorothy towards her destination, which they would do by following the yellow brick road extending rightward off the screen.   

You can see the reverse positioning—hero facing left, villain facing right—in cases like this, where the hero is making a dramatic defense against a villain in an attempt to stop their progression.   

This isn’t a hard and fast rule, obviously—visual dynamism alone will mean characters move around and change position!  It also doesn’t address movement on the y- and z-axes, nor does it necessarily account for e.g. mixed group compositions or romance scenes.  Also, more intangible things like power dynamics, command of the scene, and shifting character motivations can change who’s moving/facing what direction.  It’s not as basic as good-right, bad-left.  Nonetheless, it’s an interesting thing to watch for.

However, all of the above is reversed in Japanese media.  Written Japanese moves from the right to the left,[2] and therefore the mental association with forward progress/positivity versus regression/negativity is likewise with leftward versus rightward movement.  Following are some obvious examples from works other than BNHA (no live action films because I don’t have the familiarity to be comfortable picking individual shots from them):

[2] In its normal vertical orientation, which is what you’ll find in books and manga.  When arranged horizontally, as in scrolling marquees or banners or the like, usually it reads left-to-right, though this was not the case historically.

Anthy leaves her allegorical coffin, Ohtori Academy, in the final episode of Revolutionary Girl Utena.   

A twist on Sena’s signature move, the Devil Bat Ghost, in Eyeshield 21.  Check any sports manga you read and I would bet you good money that the protagonist team’s goal is on the left in most instances.   

Mima, pictured here Really Going Through It.  Note that Perfect Blue is the inspiration (to say the least) for Black Swan, above, but the psychological break is facing the other direction.   

Cure Dream shows us the mixed feelings of being the leader of the last PreCure team that regularly killed their enemies.   

So, that all laid out, let’s talk about how that looks in BNHA!

Like my other examples, the series is chock-full of examples, both of the usual forward-leftward, regression-rightward directionality, as well as a number of interesting plays against type.  Below, have a pile of examples!

BNHA, manga and anime both, gets piles of face-off shots like this, and in every one of them that I’ve seen, it’s the same general layout: heroes moving leftward, villains rightward.   

Deku attacks towards the turning page, while Muscular attacks against it.  Tokoyami, mired in turmoil and a dangerous loss of control over his power, also faces rightward.   

The specter of the past and the emblem of the future facing in the expected directions.   

Here’s a telling group composition: the Stoplight trio working hard for their futures, ditto the man who moves too fast, while Endeavor and Fuyumi face forward, still somewhat unsure of their current situation, while Natsuo is actively going against the flow.

Of course, it holds in the single character images as well, like so:

   Likewise, you can see the contrast even between images, like these two, announcing the anime adaptation of the Joint Training Arc and My Villain Academia, respectively:

Notice Shinsou, who's a major character in the arc but not quite a Hero Course classmate just yet, has his face turned away, back in the rightward direction.

You can see it more generally in the action itself, as well, not just the promo art.  Think of moments like Shigaraki emerging from the warp at USJ, the race during the Sports Festival, the direction of All Might’s final punch—as well as Shouto’s later victory over Dabi—at Kamino, the direction Gentle Criminal (and thus Deku following him) is heading when trying to reach UA, and so forth.

And then there are the interesting subversions.

Usually, in the days of their most pitched rivalry, the forward-moving Deku is moving left, while the tumultuous, stuck in the past Bakugou is moving right, but he drifts more leftward-facing as he gradually begins to get his head on straight, as in their fight post-Kamino.   

Shigaraki would be on the left if he were facing down Deku, but against All Might?  Not so much.  That makes this less a good versus evil stare-down and more a past versus future one.   

This incredibly fucking telling composition, which I’ll let speak for itself:

   Shigaraki, having the protagonist slot on loan for the duration of My Villain Academia, spends most of the Deika fight facing in the direction of the future, though Re-Destro interrupts this to take the left-facing when he’s challenging Shigaraki about having no vision.  Shigaraki’s pseudo-apotheosis has his facing right as he destroys everything around him (Re-Destro facing left as he sees his future rewritten and his burden removed), but by the time we come to the aftermath in the crater, Shigaraki is moving forward again.

   Interestingly, that does not necessarily follow for the rest of the League!  Dabi and Geten trade off facings through the whole arc, while Toga is mostly rightward facing against Curious, only getting the leftward advancement at the very tail end, once she transforms into Uraraka.  Twice’s doubles are often fairly leftward-aimed, as they’re driving the action forward, but Jin himself spends his big confrontation mostly facing outward, towards the reader, only getting much leftward-facing when he’s helping the unconscious Toga afterward.  Mr. Compress, not having a dedicated match-up, is all over the place.

Spinner, though?  Spinner is following Shigaraki both literally and in the sense that he spends the arc coming into his own.  Thus, even when Shigaraki’s gotten ahead of him, Spinner maintains the leftward aim.

   This can get more complicated than simple inversion, too!

For example,  Gigantomachia is leftward moving in, really, virtually every scene he’s in.  It really adds to how much he feels like a complete force of nature that, all throughout his earliest introduction, Kirishima’s flashback, MVA, and both war arcs, there are literally two (2) sequences in which he’s anything other than leftward-oriented for the bulk of his appearances, and both of them occur when he’s significantly struggling to make forward progress.

The first comes  when he’s trying to leave the Gunga Villa and facing steep resistance; this conveniently lets the kids  facing him (+Mount Lady, when she can get out ahead of him) heroically face left, like they usually do.  Once Machia clears the Villa battleground, however, the rest of his route to Jakku is smooth, even sailing, and shows him returned to his usual leftward orientation.

The second is once he’s actually reached Jakku and the sedative has started kicking in.  While he still gets a good number of leftward orientations, he’s tied down in a lot of them, and they’re mixed with more rightward and a considerable number of outward facings.

And that’s it, really.  Even escaping from the holding facility built around him and confronting AFO, he gets leftward facing, with that only reversing in the moment AFO strikes him down.

Unlike Machia, Deku facing stiff opposition gets to keep a leftward progression when he comes up against heroic opposition in his fight against his classmates.

Shigaraki and Overhaul, appropriately for their vying for control of the villainous future,  are constantly vying for the leftward facing position in their scenes/art spreads.

And then there’s the example that prompted this whole post—the home release covers of Season 6:

In other circumstances, I might chalk this up to the heroes being in the defending position—like Gandalf against the Balrog—but BNHA has not tended to do much with that visual; the heroes usually get to keep their heroic leftward facing even when they’re on the defense, as indeed is the case for all of Jakku that comes to mind!  Yet just this once, for the anime art, we can see the futility the heroes are up against, trying to stop, as Dabi so aptly put it, the future coming down the pipeline, where all the heroes’ lip service will be blown away by chaos.

Thanks for reading through this, all, and my apologies if I mixed up my right and my left anywhere! I hope you enjoyed the pictures, and that you have fun spotting the patterns in your future media intake!

#bnha #my writing #image heavy #what makes them heroes and villains #going to become a villain if this doesn't post correctly

[absolutebl]

I'm new to bl so I apologize if my question is ignorant af. I'm watching Between us and like it so far. I got into bl via KP (there's just something addictive in it), but my absolute favourite is Semantic error. However, after those 2 series I for a long time struggled to find something that will work for me, and WinTeam finally did it. I love the characters of the 2 of them, there's even some plot, and the chemistry is through the roof. However, it kind of weirds me out that Win wanted Team to call him hia during lovemaking while at the same time him having two actual brothers is a huge part of who he is. Am I wrongly connecting "hia" with biological brothers? Maybe "hia" is something more in line with "bro"? Or not? Anyway, I love your approach to bl, and your humor.

No apologies necessary! Always delighted to meet a new fan. Welcome to the madness.

Ah, hia is more like phi, which means it operates as kind of a title and/or a pronoun as well as, in this context, an endearment. (more on honorifics, honorific pronouns, and polite particles here). The direct translation is put up as “bro” but it’s a lot more complicated than that. 

For example, in English we may call a lover baby. That’s weird right? I mean think about it. Why would you call someone you’re fucking the title of a child? Creepy. Couples may continue to do such a thing even when they have babies of their own.

Or how about daddy? 

Or in Kdrama’s the use of oppa? (Girlfriends to their older boyfriends, also means older brother, female to male) 

Cultures tend to re-adopt familial terms for lovers a lot. It’s no weirder when it’s “sibling” (phi, hia, hyung, oppa, noona) than when it’s “child” (baby) or “father” (daddy), is it? Especially when the origin culture has a much more codified system of sibling honorifics and familial dynamics as part of their education and workplace environments (which both Korea and Thailand do, linguistically). 

Actually, endearment use for familial honorifics is common in many collectivist cultures. I’ve been becoming more and more aware of the use of 哥 ge (older brother) 弟 di (younger brother) and 姐 jie (older sister) in Chinese romances. And I do not speak ANY Mandarin. (Incidentally that’s the same jay as in Thai for older sister of Chinese decent, the feminine version of hia.) 

In Semantic Error during yaja time (at the bar right before their big mutual kiss) JaeYoung drops some of THE sluttiest hyungs every dripped out of the mouths of babes. 

Hyung also means older brother, or roughly that. Again it’s also acts as an honorific. In this case it’s a blatant seduction. Prior to this he was very hung up on SangWoo’s utter refusal to use hyung on him, and upset that he simultaneously allowed oppa + a nick name from Ryu Ji Hye. I mean there was a respect thing going on there, but also an affection thing. 

Here’s Asian Honorifics & BL - a quick & dirty guide, with examples 

Meanwhile KinnPorche, Semantic Error, and Between Us is an interesting trifecta. Some others you might like? 

From Thailand: Bad Buddy, TharnType, Cutie Pie, Lovely Writer, Manner of Death

From Taiwan: We Best Love, HIStory 2: Crossing the Line, HIStory 3: Trapped, See You After Quarantine?, DNA Says Love You 

From Japan: Old Fashion Cupcake, Seven Days 

From Korea: To My Star, Blueming, Long Time No See, Roommates of Poongduck 304 

From China: Addicted: Heroin

All of these have pairs with killer chemistry and a decent story. 

#asked and answered #thai honorifics #thai pronouns #korean honorifics #Thai Bl #KinnPorche #korean BL #Semantic Error #Between Us #Bad Buddy #TharnType #Cutie Pie #Lovely Writer #We Best Love #HIStory 2: Crossing the Line #HIStory 3: Trapped #See You After Quarantine? #DNA Says Love You #Old Fashion Cupcake #Seven Days #Japanese bl #To My Star #Blueming #Long Time No See #Roommates of Poongduck 304 #Chinese BL #Addicted: Heroin #Asian Honorifics

[honourablejester]

Homebrew Magic Books

Some thoughts for a couple of magic books that are not some variation of wizard spellbook. Because, unless you’re a wizard, there’s not a lot of reasons to get excited about books in 5e? Which I feel is an abiding shame. There’s around 30 magic books that I’ve found, and most of them are wizard spellbooks of some stripe, and then the Manuals/Tomes that increase a stat, and after that the pickings are very slim. So. A couple of thoughts:

THE WHISPERING DICTIONARIES

Wonderous Items, Uncommon

Commissioned from a master linguist by a great court of the ancient world, the Whispering Dictionaries are a collection of uniform, handsomely bound language primers that were imbued with the blessings of a deity of knowledge upon their creation. Though they are commonly called ‘dictionaries’, each one contained not only the vocabulary but the full structure of the language it was focused on. Since the initial creation of the original whispering dictionaries, copies of several have been made, and new dictionaries focused on languages not known or considered by that original court.

Each individual dictionary is focused on a single language, and whispers tendrils of understanding to any person that reads it. Any person who dedicates eight continuous hours to the study of the dictionary permanently learns to speak, read and write the language contained within it.

THE BOOK OF FORGOTTEN MEMORIES

Wonderous Item, Rare

This strange, heavy book is bound in grey leather, and a wispy quartz crystal is embedded on the front cover. The thick pages of the tome are completely blank upon first turning them. However, powerful and focused divination magics are woven into the parchment. This is the Book of Forgotten Memories, and it can retrieve what once was known, and is no longer. Any person who spends a full short rest holding and meditating upon the open book, as if attempting to attune to it, may retrieve one memory that they have forgotten, or one memory that has been removed or taken from them, such as by the Modify Memory spell. The memory does not return to their minds, and they cannot feel the emotions of the memory, but it is written in ink upon the page in front of them, and will remain so as long as the book is held open. Once the book is closed again, the memory fades into blankness once again, but the person can retain the information imparted to them as they would remember a story they had read in a book.

The Book of Forgotten Memories cannot retrieve information that was not at some point known to the person focused on it. It is possible to attempt to direct the book towards a particular memory or piece of information that the person knows they have forgotten. If the person does not know what information or memory they seek, the book will retrieve the most emotionally resonant memory it can sense. Each time an individual sits with the book, it will retrieve a different memory, if it senses more than one. However, the fourth time an individual uses the book, and each time thereafter, they must make a DC15 Wisdom saving throw, becoming enthralled by the book on a failed save. The enthralled person is stunned until the book is forcibly taken from them, and has disadvantage on Wisdom saving throws for six hours it is taken from them.

THE PROPHECIES OF IRANNA

Wonderous Item, Very Rare, requires attunement

This clumsily stitched collection of scraps of paper, parchment, leather and other miscellaneous materials is loosely bound in a stained, tan leather. The pages are blotched with ink, blood, and other, less identifiable substances. And the writings on each page are … eccentric, at best, and incomprehensible at worst, for a variety of reasons including handwriting, language, and sheer insensibility. These are the ‘prophecies’ of Iranna, a legendary mad sage, and a woman cursed, it is said, with the maddening touch of an allip.

In order to comprehend even a fragment of the contents of this dangerous scripture, a person must attempt to attune to the manuscript. At the end of the attunement period, the person must make a DC 15 Charisma saving throw. On a failed save, the person takes 6d6 psychic damage, and the attunement attempt fails. A failed attunement attempt does not bar a person from attempting to attune to the Prophecies again.

On a successful save, the person takes 2d6 psychic damage, and becomes attuned to the Prophecies of Iranna. Upon attunement, a substance will leak from the book onto their skin, flowing along their arm and onto their face, leaving three irregular, pallid motes or blotches to mar the skin around one of their eyes. These ‘motes’ are motes of prophecy, and are the result of their mind being torn open to possibility by the wild visions of the manuscript.

As an action, while focused on a creature, place or object that the person has seen, heard of, or knows of the existence of, they can choose to ‘expend’ one of these motes to learn a single, vital piece of information about that creature, place or object, at the DMs discretion. This piece of information may be a creature’s true name, a creature’s true form, the current exact location of the creature, object, or something precious or inimical to them. It may be a vision of one vital act that the creature committed, or a vision of one peril a place is host to. It may be one key piece of knowledge on how to access a hidden place. It may be a vision of the creation of the object, or one purpose to which it had been put. Whatever the piece of information is, it will be very important, and nothing can hide this information from the person, even effects which prevent divination magic, such as the Nondetection or Mind Blank spells, or even the interference of a deity.

Once a mote is expended, the person takes a further 2d6 psychic damage. When all three motes are expended, the person’s attunement to the Prophecies of Iranna is ended, and they cannot attune to it again. If the person ever dies as a result of the psychic damage dealt by the Prophecies, they will rise as an allip within 24 hours, and cannot be revived once this occurs.

#d&d #5e #homebrew #magic items #magic books #i really like allips #just to remind everyone #also languages #there should be more fun magic books #i want a reason for more then just wizards to browse bookshelves in dungeons #you know?

[ssreeder]

HELLO

I didnt see that there was an update until now and i dont feel like discording and i just read the new chapter so here i am with my few main points bc i dont feel like doing a full live reaction👍👍🫶

Seeing Jeeto come into play in any capacity at all makes me feel like a proud parent watching their children grow. Its always wonderful like those are my emotional support middle aged fictional men. I watched them go from conspiracy to getting crumbs to now their "dates" and gossiping together. Youve gotta love it. Those are my children. Im so proud of them. But im also scared because you killed shen so obviously my feeligns mean nothing to you 🙄😒😒. (Im never going to get over that, im going to be 80 years old in some pst apocolypic enviroment with horrors all around me, but im going to be having nightmares about shen. Ill send you my therapy bill) (im going to get a tattoo in his memory istg)

Also its always really subtle but its funny to see your specific linguistical patterns in liab esp because i can never really explain it. Like ill read a random sentence and be like 'yeah that seems like sreeder wrote it' i just think its neat.

I also really loved zukka this chapter. But i always lovr zukka so its not a surprise. But espesially this chapter because its mostly soft zukka.

"Do you think we will stay together" NO Zukko divorce 🔫🔫. 🙅🏻🔥🔥🔥🙅🏾

The 'moving forward' ness of zukka in liab is so nicely written. Like ive been reading liab since (almost) the beginning and it has been a ride and its starting to feel more conclusive and that is SCARY but its also nice because you write it very well and i adore the way you write trauma and the healing of it and the ups and downs and the two steps forward two steps backness. Its very lovely.

I knew ara was going to have a suicide attempt (esque situation (idk if that counts)) i called it i win.

Idc what others say ara will always be amazing. I love her character SO MUCH

i feel like you can always tell the strengths of a writer in the way they write complicated characters and the way you write ara is very telling of that. Like the fragility and also harshness used for her is very realistic and i always enjoy her parts so much.

Like her deciding to move on independant of how zuko or sokka feel about it is and regardless of whether people thinks she 'deserves it' is immaculate.

And thats a good example on your specific strengths as the author of liab (being able to handle delicate situations well, and realistically and make them very thought out and not rushed, stuff like that).

But her 'i need to start getting along with other girls' is great because like,, RHATS SO TRUE. she is genuienlly one of my favorite characters of all time, i could write essays on why i love her. Exquisite.

REHO MENTION 🥳🥳💪💪💪💪

Thats my emotional support woobified early 20 something year old man. I adore him. If 30 people love reho i am one of them, if one person loves reho i am them if 0 people love reho i am dead (rip rehoes 😔) i will defend his (and aras) good names until i die.

Amazing chapter as always 10/10 *chefs kiss* im so excited for the series to finish and see what you do with everyone and the rest of the storylines and such.

Every time I think of Shen’s death I think of your utter devastation & how I wasn’t expecting you to be so distraught over it. I will say I had another commenter lately who was talking about how much they liked Shen & wanted an Iroh/Shen/Zuko dynamic and I kept thinking…. Damn it buddy, you’re going to be soooo mad at me in a few chapter haha…. oops.

ugh my linguistic patterns haunt me and I specifically ask my betas to check for them because I feel sooooo repetitive sometimes especially when there’s a lot of introspection lol. So it’s funny you mentioned that lol.

Omg I remember when I was still on RIA & someone in the server was like “dude I’m rooting for some jeeto.” & I was like oh no how do they know??? I created this fun divide between hakoda and bato just to push Bato into Jees arm!! Don’t spoil it haha, but whatever at least Dentys dead

Awwww thanks for the compliments it means a lot coming from you <3 but also yeah Ara is my delicate dumpster fire who says she going to make her existence everyone’s problem (most importantly sokka because damn girl could just LEAVE but she refuses lol) I love it. She’s fun, and any scene with her expect utter chaos haha.

every time I write Reho in a scene my mind says and the crowd goes wild,,, he’s annoying but I’m glad you like him.

thanks for this amazing ask you’re awesome

#Haha maxxxxx you’re so funny #I am forever a fan of Ara and her ability to harass sokka while constantly saying she’s not going to harass sokka #Zuko: “I just…. Never want to see you again” #Ara: got it ok so I’ll go make friends with sokkas sister and hangout with the water tribe healers and suki and - #No wonder sokka starts foaming at the mouth every time he sees her #I still don’t think zuko has nearly as big of a problem with Ara as sokka does #I truly think she’s just “that bitch from prison” #& sokkas got like 43 fake scenarios saved in his head of how things could have been different or how he would get his revenge #Anywayyyyyy I like Ara she’s fun #& Katara deserves to have some fun! #Thanks for the ask max sorry it took me so long to answer I’m a loser I have no excuses #LIAB #leaving it all behind #ITF #ask #Maaaxx

[jarofstyles]

Teenage Dirtbag- 2

Part 2 to the series! These parts are shorter but I love to add to him. I couldn’t help it. We all have a weakness for fratrry.

Pleaseeee let us know what you think of him!

Parts 3-5 are up on Patreon!

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He can’t believe he let her get away with that.

He also cant believe he found it that hot.

So hot, in fact, he went straight home and fucked his fist after getting his hand nice and wet, imagining fucking her fresh mouth and making her eat her words. It was, shamefully, the hardest he had cum in a long time. And he just had a threesome last weekend.

This was dangerous for him. Considering since she had walked away with hips swaying, all he could think about was how to get to her. How to dig under her skin and make her so crazy she can’t help but get so mad she stomps on his foot, spit in his face, rides his cock… yeah. His delusions were insane, but no one had ever tried to put him in his place before.

And? She stole his damn coffee.

Even that made him a mix of angry and horny.

Who the hell did Miss Y/N think she was? Did she think she was some hot shot that was too good for his bed? All he had done was hit on her, and that wasn’t wrong. Right? No. There had to be more to it. It didn’t make sense to him why she disliked him so much.

Harry did some digging the past few days. Asking about her. Doing some social media stalking. Finding out Niall followed her, which made him trip as he walked towards his room and banged on the door, finding the guy sitting on his bean bag and playing an intense fifa game.

“You know Y/N?” He asked bluntly, standing next to him.

“Nice to see you too, mate.” He snorted, rolling his eyes. “But yeah. She’s in my linguistics class.” He muttered, eyes still on the game.

“Okay. Is she a bitch to everyone there too?”

Harry’s snarky tone wasn’t new, but Niall froze, pausing his game. The look on his face was pure confusion, which in turn made Harry’s face go confused.

“Y/N? That’s who you’re talkin’ about?” He waited for Harry’s nod. “Mate, dunno what you’ve done to her because she isn’t a bitch. Far from it, actually.” He cackled. “Christ. Managed to get such a sweetheart to hate you? That’s rich.” He snickered, leaning back in his seat.

Now… that made it even worse.

Y/N was a sweetheart to everyone but somehow hated Harry? He didn’t like that at all. Everyone liked him. Right?

“What the hell? I’ve not done a thing to her to make her hate me. I thought we were having a banter but she really laid into me. And stole my fucking coffee!” He snarled, angry at a whole load of things.

“You probably deserved it, mate. Offense is meant when I say you’re a dickhead. Some women like that I guess, but Y/N isn’t a pushover. The whole ‘m’Harry and I’ve got a big dick and it would be an honor to suck it, blah blah blah!’ Thing isn’t going to cut it with her.” He had attempted an impression of Harry that was, as he warned, offensive.

“What the fuck!” He sputtered back. “I do not sound like that. And I’m never saying that shit. I’m respectful.” He claimed. Harry wouldn’t be that big of a dick… right?

“Yeah, you do.” Mitch walked in and sat down next to Niall, grabbing a controller and the bag of cheese puffs. “I told you that night not to try and hook up with her like that. You get away with a lot of shit because of your name and because you’re some superstar on campus. And we love you for it, truly. But.” He shrugged, leaning back on the beanbag.

Harry couldn’t say he was wrong, and it irritated the living hell out of him. He was, for all intents and purposes, a trust fund baby. A legacy of the school, a legend on the football team, he had what most people seemed to want. Money, talent, a future, success. He got away with late assignments and not turning them in, with people doing them for him, with breaking rules. His father donated the football field with brand new turf ever season he was there, so there was much of a consequence for him. The only person who held him to much of a standard was the coach, his sisters and his mum.

It never really backfired on him before.

“Y/N isn’t the type of girl to bend to your will because of who you are. I, for one, think it’s amazin’!” Niall chirped. “Someone’s been needing to take ya down a few pegs, mate. You’ve been walking around for a while like that and while it’s funny, I’ve been tellin’ ya for a bit that not everyone loves that cocky persona.”

Harry wasn’t actually a bad person. His friends would say he’s funny, charismatic when he wants to be, and generally kind. He would do anything for his mates and his family, he helped them out whenever he could and he wasn’t a complete ass every day. But to people who didn’t know him, it was very easy to see the surface layer.

A star football player with lined pockets, a big dick and a cocky attitude. Who was also in a frat. That probably didn’t help his case with Y/N.

He couldn’t explain his fixation on her fully. He should be more angry, should be plotting to find a new tutor who would melt and bend to his will and give him what he wanted. Tell her that she was wasting a good opportunity and all that. But even Harry knew she had seen exactly the persona he presented. Now more than ever he was motivated to get her underneath him.

It was like Harry didn’t have access to plenty of warm holes to sink into whenever he wanted. However that didn’t seem to be enough for him anymore. He wanted a challenge. He wanted to make Y/N writhe under him and say exactly what she thought about him while taking his cock. Harry had never had hate sex before but he wanted it.

There was an obvious attraction there. The sexual tension between them both during their session has been delicious. She had checked him out and scowled even, which he could work with. Being mad she found him hot just like he was irritated that he found her to be the sexiest little thing he’d come to see this semester.

“I’m going to change her mind. At least get her in my bed.” He proclaimed proudly though was quickly shot down by the snickers of Niall and Mitch. The pair shared a look before going back to their game.

“Not likely, mate. But don’t do it as some sort of game. She’s a nice girl. She isn’t someone to fuck around with, and I’ll be pissed as hell if you hurt her because your ego can’t take a blow.” Niall warned, fingers tapping away at the controller.

“Sarah’s friends with her.” Mitch said simply. That meant he would know via her if Harry did something dumb.

Honestly? It made him irritated that they had no faith in him! “I’d never force anything! I’m not a complete dick. I just want her to see I’m good. That she made a mistake in rejecting me and she doesn’t have to be mean to me.” He scowled at his friends who simply rolled their eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. No one rejects the king, blah blah. Just don’t fuck it up.”

#writing #jarofstyles #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry writing #harry styles imagine #harry drabble #harry styles blurb #harry styles #harry styles writing #blurb #blurbs #harry blurb #harry one shot #harry smut blurb #harry styles blurbs #concept #one shot #fratrry #frat boy harry #frat harry

[queriesntheories]

how do you do?

I love to make Stuff: writing things, artsy things, music things, whole buncha things. I also post a lot of nonsense thoughts, and share the cool things I find around the web, especially artsy fun things and stuff that makes internet surfing a little easier.

You’ll see some swearing in the tags, but any jokes on the ruder side I keep tagged; block #not so family friendly if you don't want to see that.

I have a Good Omens sideblog on @bananafishgorillashoelace (with a dash of nutmeg) you can peek at if you love the silly ineffable husbands like I do!

I'm proudly queer and genderfluid! Not entirely out everywhere, still figuring myself out but generally just trying to do whatever feels fun. All of my trans/queer/questioning siblings out there; I see you, I hear you, and I love you /p (and to folks who are aspec in any form, you're the freakin coolest and I hope something nice happens to you this week! this is entirely unrelated to me, I just hope you have a great day!)

If you need anything tagged just shoot me a message, I’m easy going and don’t mind it. Actually just message me generally I like talking to people :>

More info about this blog and the stuff I do under the cut, but thank you for stopping by regardless of the reason why ^^

- Trans rights all the way. That includes all trans people! Trans women are welcome here! Always!!

- Black Lives Matter.

- NSFW/Kink blogs, please do not interact full stop.

I keep the playing/talking field fairly even when I can. I don’t have the energy to argue with people (and I don’t think you do either, really). If you don’t like what you find here, or anything I've said, shoot me a message or tag me! We can talk it out.

Otherwise, you’re more than welcome to take your leave and block me.

Anyway, here are some…

I exist on YouTube as AychTooOh, making music shitposts, playlists, and the occasional fan edit! I try to upload when I can; if you have any playlist ideas send them my way :D

I have made a Wug Picrew, so you can make a cute creature from child linguistics (this is one of my favourite things)

Sometime I write fanfiction on AO3, on the rare occasion that a silly pairing or a scenario socks me in the face with inspiration

I exist on Themeplaza too, occasionally making silly fun 3DS system themes/splashes! (and if you have any requests, shoot me a DM and I'll see what I can do!)

I have some old art on Newgrounds; very very inactive over there, but that's where you might see art I post for collabs :P

Aside from my GO sideblog, I'm also working on turning my tag #q’s internet trinkets into a neocities page! Check back soon for updates, and please send me stuff you think might fit ^^

I also have a pretty hefty original project of my own that I've been chipping away at for the better part of two to three years! If the fates align, you might see it this year!! ;D

Here are some cool people I think are very neat that you should follow too

@paperoxalis - very skilled 2D and stop-motion animator, sculptor, artist, and writer too! They recently released an adorable animation you can watch here :)

@scottysee - artist, writer and animator working on so many projects; always amazed by their work! You can join their Discord server here :)

@unknown-is-aaaa - very talented artist with an interest in plenty of fandoms, and a heck of a cool-looking art style! They also have a Twitter you can check out here :)

@galandrielle - long-time writer with a heck of a story to tell! Check out her work here! (I’d recommend starting with Michael and John - A Story of Friendship)

@canceltheact - more like a group, but these guys on the theory team are the best and are such wonderful friends to have! &lt;3

@midnightnautilus - artist/animator/writer/squid, creator of the amazing Markiplier AU “A Bit of Madness”!

@backlitrabbit - ARG enthusiast, aspiring writer and all-round very cool human. Check out their YouTube channel here :D

#putting this in my pocket for later - stuff I save for future things

#things q thinks are cool - posts that make me go “:o” (I have many a subtag for this that usually starts with "and by cool i mean (adjective)")

#Q’s creations - the stuff I make :D (don't question the capital letter, i messed up)

#friends of q - things from my friends :)

#q’s internet trinkets - Fun/useful internet things I find that you can use (mostly free if I can help it, bc fun is essential to the human experience even if you’re tight on cash)

#q rambles - my funny little soapbox

#asks go brrr - asks :D please send me asks they're very fun

#not so family friendly - Not entirely PG-13 stuff I find interesting/funny, but still want to share. Block this tag if you want a clean dash, I won’t judge.

#bag of rainbow things - like the things I find cool tag, but LGBTQ+ community/education/history related. (and also probably personally related to me ahaha ^^;)

#yay recipes! - recipes from places! Some of these may also be in the pocket tag; I’ll work on sorting them eventually

#q’s crow obsession - for all your Corvid needs

#wiggly frequencies - the hills are alive with the sound of muse (yes I’m making a DaThings reference on my pinned post cause her stuff rocks. Anyway this is where the music stuff lives)

#because funni - *slams whiteboard* LAUGH!

(ps if you're wondering where I got these cool little gifs from they're from blinkies.cafe and they rule <3) (I also got this star divider from here!) (last updated 26/02/24)

#pinned post #flashing gif #flashing warning #because of the blinkies; sorry! #queer #queer creator #genderfluid

[dwindlinghaze]

hi, so happy that you’re having an event !! can i please get a 🩰 and 🪞 (just the vibe you get from me and my akk ig, also i looove you theme so very looking forward to the moodboards)

male preference, marauders era / well, im 21, studying literature and linguistics in the uni. im leo (which says a lot)/ im really into literature - my fav books are probably classic english novels like little women and frankenstein. but i also adore sci fi and fantasy / i love abba and taylor swift a lot / i love wearing sweaters, classic suits and vintage shirts with collars and puffy sleaves. also obsessed with jewellery (pearls, golden rings an hoops) / my weird obsessions are true crime and supernatural (the tv show)/ i love going out in cinema and theatre/ i am bubbly until you are disrespectful to me or which is worse to my friends, my bestie says she’s scared when im mad/ hate stupidity and being late/ hope to become a researcher in the field of education 🦢🕯️

heyy ty for participating in my 500 celebration 🫧

☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

🩰 : i ship you with remus lupin

╰┈➤ remus loves spending time with you in silence while reading english classics. it could be in his dorm, library, couch, anywhere.

remus' head was positioned against your thigh, he was listening attentively as you read 'little women' out loud to him. "I can't say 'yes' truly, so I won't say it at all," you said. "do they end up together?" the boy looked up at you. "jo and laurie?" you ran your fingers through his hair as your face stretched into an amused smile. remus hummed in reply. "well, we've got to finish the book to find out," you answered although you knew the ending all too well.

╰┈➤ remus loves seeing you in sweaters all snuggly and warm, he'd lend you his sometimes too. oh and also, he thinks your style looks so flattering on you and would definitely buy clothing items or jewelries that remind him of you. you didn't care if it was expensive or not, you love anything that he gives you. pearls, rings, and hoops give the vibes of elegance which he adores so much!!

both of you were shopping together and he stumbled across a gorgeous piece of clothing. "wait, this one will look stunning on you! try it please?" his finger pointed to a puff sleeved top with pearls decorating it. "well, what do you think?" you questioned as you did a spin with your arms out. "i love it." he ended up buying it for you and you kiss him in return.

╰┈➤ you and remus will have a movie night twice a month to watch sci-fi movies and if you're having a rough day, he'd put on supernatural- because he knew it's your favourite- while cuddling you on the bed with different kinds of snacks to cheer you up. he would take you out to the cinema when there's a good film you've been eager to watch or on special days he will get you tickets to see live theatres.

"honey, c'mere to bed," he said when he saw you walking in, face tired and body exhausted. "i've got your favourite snacks," he continued as you plopped down beside him, a sigh escaping your lips. "thanks, love," you gave remus a chaste kiss before positioning yourself to get comfortable under the blanket with him. "relax yourself, dove, you've had enough of work today," he kissed the top of your head before pressing play on the screen.

"oh my god you did not!" you gasped when remus held out two tickets to watch 'the phantom of the opera'. "i know you wanted to watch a live performance lately so...." he said shyly as a wide smile appeared across your face. "it must cost a fortune!" you shook your head in disbelief, looking at him with love and admiration. "don't worry about that." he just loves making you happy.

╰┈➤ after hearing from your friend about how scary you were when you're mad, the last he'll do is making you mad. he's a bit reckless sometimes so he'd be more careful about what he says or does.

╰┈➤ remus is a man of discipline. he would never be late!!!

╰┈➤ he is so supportive of your dreams of becoming a researcher in education. we all know he's very academically smart and well educated so he gives you little opinions (though you don't need it because i'm sure you know what you're doing but love hearing his thoughts anyway)

╰┈➤ i also ship you with james potter solely because you both have fire signs and uh hello?? twin fire signs (yes a taylor reference)

#dwindlinghaze's 500 celebration #moots <3 #🩰 dancing princesses #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #marauders x reader

[just-wublrful]

the winds talk to the stars sometimes. that’d be nice. i’d like that.

The Worm King’s Lullaby, Richard Siken | Autobiography of Red, Anne Carson | The Chronology of Water: A Memoir, Lidia Yuknavitch | I Dreamed I Forgot, Leila Chatti | Henry and June: From the Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, Anaïs Nin | Letters to Milena, Franz Kafka | Eurydice, Margaret Atwood | Sue Zhao | The Beatrice Letters, Lemony Snicket | Ross Gay | Elegy for the Four Chambers of My Brother’s Heart, Steven Espada Dawson | In A Dream, trans. Lenore Mayhew & William Mcnaughton, Anna Akhmatova, | Sue Zhao | Francis Forever, Mitski | The Hurting Kind, Ada Limon

[ID: An assortment of quotes and lyrics from various sources.

1. Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

2. I once loved you,/ now I don’t know you at all.

3. What lived and died between us - haunts me still.

4. I dreamed I forgot you/ but to dream was remembering. I have words for you/ only, a linguistic fidelity./ Cherish and anguish and fool./ I look for you, I am finding/ out if I am brave. Last/ I saw you, it was the same disruptive season: robins trilling in the young/ flush, trees shivering/ pink all down the street./ I thought the ache/ would ruin me, and maybe it did./ Here I am in the beatific after/ still calling back to you.

5. “You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, is must be because we have shared at some time the same imaginings, the same madness

6. ship to you (you belong to me, even if I should never see you again) [...] these I know, insofar they do not fall into the

7. was that you love him anywhere,/ even in this land of no memory,/ even in this domain of hunger./ You hold love in your hand, a red seed/ you had forgotten you were holding.

8. We loved, didn’t we? I was devoted to you, like a nail to a bed. A splinter to skin. Sometimes I was soft, though, do you remember?

9. “(...) I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close... I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else--and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

10. I am sorry. I am grateful./ I just want us to be friends now, forever./ Take this bowl of blackberries from the garden./ The sun has made them warm./ I picked them just for you. I promise/ I will try to stay on my side of the couch.

11. We’re under the same moon and I’m sick/ with that knowing.

12. You and I/ are like grief and the mountain,/ we will not meet/ in this world./ But sometimes/ will you send across the stars/ A sign?

13. If I could have done it all again, I would have loved you better. But I could not have loved you more.

14. And autumn comes when you’re not yet done/ With the summer passing by, but/ I don’t think I could stand to be/ Where you don’t see me.

15. I see the tree above the grave and think, I’m wearing/ my heart on leaves. My heart on leaves./ Love ends. But what if it doesn’t? End ID.]

#long post #dustmill #curlew #webweaving #retribution #hashtag divorcecore babeyyyyyy #divorcecore #i love feeling things for a wife ive never had incredible what the human mind can get up to #apologies to my actual wife if they see this #woe be upon ye #wubweaving

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

Your first time with the Van Der Linde Gang pt.3

Welcome to part three lovelys! Get ready for some more of your favorite outlaws and how they BOOGIE

DO THE DEVIL’S TANGO

THE HORIZONTAL MAMBO

Anyway lmao

This is for @12timetraveler​ and I know @photo1030​ was interested in seeing it too!

Warnings: NSFW Themes, 18+ readers only. Explanations of sexual themes obviously Under the cut!

Hosea Matthews

Hosea is an incredibly charming man

You can tell him that it’s your first time but he’s got that figured out miles before you tell him

So he is completely unfazed by your confession and simply smiles at you reassuringly. 

He knows that, and he appreciates you kindly telling him before something transpired between the two of you. 

He wants to do the absolute best for you that he can.

He’s gonna go all out

First of all he’s a con man

He can trick a dog off a meat wagon and he will to ensure the best for you.

He manages to even get you two the best possible hotel room in the whole country, simply by sweet talking and playing up the idea that you only have a few days left with your ‘illness’ and you two don’t pay a dime.

When you get there he’s also managed to get the best wine for the two of you and a meal that was brought up to your room

It was a large room, a king sized canopy bed and a fireplace all to your own. 

An adjourning bath as well, that was private!

So of course the entire night he pampers you and thrills your mind with his stories of grandeur throughout his life

He tells you the most romantic things he can possibly think of, every story that can paint him in a heroic, romantical, fantastical light.

It’s just so wonderful to listen to him twist his words into magical linguistics

 He is kind enough to help you bathe, the two of you will sit together, though he is gentlemenly enough to let the bath simply be a bath.

He helps clean you gently and easily, rubbing your shoulders, and lathering up your arms and legs with the gentlest of touches

He kisses your shoulders and neck to remind you he’s there and the two of you have casual conversation together.

It doesn’t even feel like it’s your first time because he makes it feel as though it’s just another night, and that’s what makes it so special.

He’s tender and kind through the whole night, being extremely considerate about how you’re feeling and what’s going on. 

He is just a wonderful lover, kind and gentle, but he can be rough when he needs to.

(He taught Arthur a couple of things when he was younger, I mean, the boy needed a few pointers he’s not exactly the best with people)

After the deed is done he’s just as caring as he was before.

He’s immediately ready to take care of you, cleaning you up, and giving you water and doing his best to make sure that you are absolutely content and happy with the way things went. 

The next morning he takes you out for tea before going back to camp 

:) 

Sean McGuire

Let’s face facts here people

Sean is

well

Sean

He isn’t exactly the most romantic man on the planet. 

hell, he hardly ever takes you on dates, but in his defense he’s never been taught that, that’s how you’re supposed to treat your significant other

So when you tell him

“Hey, I’ve never really done this before”

While his hand his already under your shirt or in your pants grabbing at whatever it is he can find he nearly screams

“What the hell do you mean you’ve never done this before?”

He isn’t mad at you, or judging you of course, but he does wish you would have told him before it had gotten to this point

but you tell him the only reason you told him is because you wanted him to take it easy on you, not because you didn’t want to do anything

He’s super timid after you tell him of course. 

He gets super nervous, he wants you to have a good time and as much as he boasts about being so good at what he does, he not actually too confident in his skills

He does the best he can when it comes to it, taking extra care to make sure that he’s going easy on you, whereas by now had it not been your first time he would have already been knee deep in the good stuff

If you reassure him that it’s okay to pretend it’s all normal he’ll do his best to, but no guarantees. 

After he finally gets into a rhythm of the mood he’ll go back to normal, but he does still take his time with you, he wants to make sure that you think he’s good of course

(He cares about you and how you feel and that you have a good time but I mean he has a reputation, he wants to uphold)

after all is said and done you both get cleaned up, being nice to one another you clean him and he cleans you, and then you both cuddle together in the shared tent you have

of course

he asks you if it was okay for your first time

and you tell him yes and then he asks 

“Why did you chose me for your first time?”

and you tell the dumb irish bastard

“Cause I love you stupid.” 

Bill Williamson

Bill is a big man only outshined by Arthur, and only by very little. 

Now, he’s a huge man, but he’s got an even bigger heart

this man wants nothing to be nice to you, to love you.

Granted he does have his issues, just like all of the members of the gang, but he’s doing his best to try and work them out

That’s part of the reason why you were with him, you loved his personality and thought he was extremely attractive, and that attitude of wanting to fix himself was just so fantastic to you.

When you shyly bring up the fact that you’d like to lay with him and that it’d be your first time he panics.

He’s never had someone want to be with him without him paying for it

So you telling him you want to, and you want to without him even asking he’s floored

But, hearing that it’s your first time he’s worried

He’s never thought he was very exceptional at the whole sex thing, and he really didn’t want to disappoint you when it came down to it

of course

you didn’t have anything to really compare it to

but

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it to be good for you

He has no idea where to start but he refuses to ask you because he wants the night to be a romantic surprise

so of course

he goes to one of the guys to ask

he thinks about going to Arthur first but he and Arthur had never been extremely close, so that was out

Javier was also out, on the fact that the two of them had a little bit of a rivalry, so end the end he went to the camp dad

Hosea

Who was happy to tell him exactly what to do and where to take you

The two of you have a ride in a wagon, a comfortable one, a carriage even, through the country, seeing all there is to see

It takes you all the way to your favorite town, whatever one it may be, and rather than taking you to a hotel he’ll take you just outside of town to a beautiful vista

or if you have a favorite place around there he’ll take you there

and that’s where the magic happens

he’s brought liquor for the two of you, he only drinks a little, he doesn’t want to ruin anything by getting to buzzed or drunk all together

Then 

when things get heated

he loses himself for a little 

but he regains his posture and asks you what you like, what you want, and has you guide him the whole way, making sure that he actually makes the night good enough for you to remember for the rest of your life.

When the two of you are done he doesn’t let you move a muscle and cleans you with a smile on his face, asking you if he did alright by you, and if you enjoyed your night

of course you did, he was a gentlemen but he was also himself, joking and laughing like always

Lenny Summers

Lenny is a book learner everything he knows about romance comes from the novels he reads, much like Mary-Beth

So he usually treats you fantastically as it is, always telling you how wonderful you are, how beautiful/handsome you are, and how absolutely fantastic a person you are

he tells you more than once a day that he would like to spend his entire life with you.

And he knew from the beginning when you two got together that you had never been intimate.

So the two of you had decided to just let it happen, it would happen naturally when it happened.

 But, along came your one year anniversary

And he had a whole plan, it was a special day to him and he was gonna treat it as such

He made a meal for the two of you himself, taking you out to his favorite place, where he knew you’d like the view, out in the Grizzlies, facing a waterfall and bridge, which was beautifully covered in fog in the late afternoons

The two of you have your picnic and eat, talking and joking and of course he has a gift for you too.

It’s a beautiful necklace that he’s clearly thought out

It’s gold with a very small round pedant on it

The pendant has your birthstone on it, shining and immortalized there, the back has the date the two of you got together engraved on it.

He will sit and read to you with his oil lantern in your tent, and a blanket wrapped around both of you

this time it’s actually you who starts things

You kiss him on the neck while he’s reading and after the first few he’s has to keep rereading what he’s already read to try and comprehend his own words

before you know it the two of you are having fun

He takes his time with you, and makes absolute certain that you aren’t hurt

For the most part it’s one of the most natural things you’ve ever done

it felt right and in no way felt awkward

by the time you two were finished you’d never felt so content and tired

The two of you lay together and it’s almost immediately that he falls asleep with his head on your chest and your hands in his hair. 

I hope you all enjoyed this! If anyone has anymore you’d like me to write just let me know! 

Thank you for reading!!

#rdr2 community #rdr2 #Rdr2 Headcannons #bill williamson #lenny summers #hosea matthews #sean mcguire #Red Dead Redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 drabble #drabbles

[2383-lines-of-code]

internet linguistics are interesting bc it develops differently depending on the fandom/app you’re on.

like blorbo, bias, fav, ult, and stan are all ways to refer to your favorite person/character/thing but often times there is a “correct” one to use.

(all of these examples are just based on my personal experience with the general usage of these words, so there could easily be words/fandoms/usages I haven’t come across)

for example when talking abt my favorite bsd character on tumblr, i could use fav or blorbo and no one would bat an eye, but it would be weird to use the term blorbo on insta or tiktok. this is probably because the word blorbo originated from a tumblr meme so other social media platforms have no context for the word or its definition/use. altho there are no strict rules for it blorbo seems to generally but used to talk about fictional characters from any type of media while on tumblr.

bias is rly interesting to me bc it seems to pretty much only be used as a synonym for fav within the kpop community (obv im not in every fandom ever so there could be an example im missing but im talking abt general use here) using bsd as an example again, i would never unironically say “Sigma is my bias” regardless of which app i was using because Sigma isn’t real, he doesnt care what i say about him, whether he’s my fav, idc abt him, or i hate him, but artists are real people who can be affected by hate, so bias at first glance appears to be a way to say who your fav irl ppl/celebs/artists are without causing any misunderstandings. (ex. saying “Yeosang is my bias” is a way to say “Yeosang is my fav ateez member” without unintentionally implying i think negatively of the rest of the group) however looking further into it, it for some reason sounds off if someone were to say “Margo Robbie is my bias” even tho it would imply you prefer her work over the work of other actresses. My guess is that within kpop there are set bands/groups with consistent members, so saying “Yeosang is my bias” means “out of these specific 8 people I like, my favorite is Yeosang” meanwhile “Margo Robbie is my bias” is too broad. There are countless actors/actresses you could pick from to compare her to, all of which work on different projects with different genres/themes, think of them as their industry’s equivalent of solo artists. You can have a fav solo artist but the word bias doesn’t tend to fit as well because you’re not saying “I like the group and I prefer _____” youre just saying “I like _____” bias appears to stay a consistent part of kpop culture no matter what platform you participate on.

the last word I wanna throw in here is fav. fav is like the baseline. no matter the app/fandom fav is the simple/non-offensive way to say “I like/prefer this thing” even if it can sound a bit odd sometimes and ppl may say “hey in ____ fandom we use _____ to say fav” no one gets mad or upset when fav is used. since it’s just shorthand for favorite, it’s like the base point that all these other words have evolved from

#feel free to tell me if I’m forgetting smth #no real point to this just found it interesting #I like words

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Story Pile: Gideon The Ninth

Story Pile: Gideon The Ninth

Here’s the pitch; it’s a sci-fantasy magi-tech murder mystery story with sword fights and a ripped up muscle lesbian who wears makeup to look like a skull and mirrored sunglasses to look like a skull wearing mirrored sunglasses. Then with that kind of approach you’re left grappling with the question, okay, but how does it pull that off?

And the answer is with bombast and aplomb, two words that I think wouldn’t rate for this book’s love of linguistic particulars.

The first and most significant thing that Gideon The Ninth needs you to meet – well, no, the firs thing it needs you to meet is its protagonist who is introduced in one of the most efficient first paragraphs I’ve ever read that wasn’t cheating – but the next most significant thing is its world. The world of Gideon The Ninth is a vast, sprawling magical world, but the magic in question is necromancy. It’s not a world of fireballs and telepathy, but instead, a world where gristle and bone and tendons form the foundations of the fantastic behaviour. Wars are fought by drop ships deploying troops of meat to fight with swords, and however practical that is or is not is entirely an exercise left to other stories.

Something I like about this depiction of a world is its emptiness. It’s a necromantic galactic empire full of ancient traditions and millenia of infrastructural weight, but it’s also stretched out thin across that space, with a population so small that an entire planet can lose two hundred children in a single year and have it be effectively, an extinction event. While on the one hand, there’s this wonderful treatment of the empire as a corpse, there’s also a very material perspective on the world as a world of corpses. People care about bones and nails and the material resources of skeletons and undeath and souls and there’s a deep consideration for all the different ways in which understanding the dead is treated in magical worlds.

It’s a very clever, well-thought out universe, that by dint of using its thematic space like this, gets to blend together a creaky oldness and a desperate neediness, a respect for death and a clinging to life, all at once, told in the very methods of how people engage with the systems of the empire as a whole. It also means that this vast story gets to be about… like… twenty people.

Those people, then, are going to hold the story on their shoulders, and it is a good thing that Gideon the Ninth, our protagonist, has such amazing shoulders. I can just imagine people reading this book being mad at how she talks, the narrative language used to describe her, and her priorities, and how fantastically I don’t care that it bothers them.

Gideon is an angry young woman stuck in a rotten living environment on the edge of an empire with a friend group consisting of zero friends and one deeply hated enemy. The story starts with her attempting to escape and moves on to the next step of her concocting a new plan to escape that just so happens to involve her pretending to be that deeply hated enemy’s bodyguard and bestie as they’re both thrown into a version of that ‘mansion on a remote island’ mystery, except the island is also on a planet and the mansion is a dilapidated, forgotten ruin that’s been still for millenia.

Gunna level with you: Names in this one were hard for me up front. I appreciate that the book starts with a glossary of names, that’s great, but I also keenly felt how hard it was to flip back to that when I was reading on my phone. It’s a really interesting little material boundary on the way that ebooks and physical books differ, and who knows, I may wind up wanting a physical copy of this book. Lords knows I think it rules. I think the main characters rule. I think the way the plot is executed rules. I think the world rules. And maybe that’s a confluence of extremely specific factors, but I don’t know how to share that engagement without just listing things in the book, lines, quotes, character dynamics.

Everyone in this book is part of a wizard-and-retainer combo pair. A bunch of them are really hot. There’s multiple twists. There’s a point where a librarian headbutts someone. There’s a discussion of different kinds of fighting styles. Tradition gets dismantled. There’s a heartfelt confession of cosmic importance told in ritual circumstances that just happen to be very sexy. There’s even a moment when a character does something incredibly cool, incredibly metal, and incredibly stupid all at once and it saves the day and it sucks and it’s great all at once.

I love the voice of this book. Particularly, I love the way this voice betrays a dialect that is not America, nor is it Britain. It’s a linguistic framework that uses tumblr memes and Homestuck references and IRC repetition jokes (like those IRC repetition jokes), and there’s a point where someone says ‘nice job, dickhead‘ and chockas with ghosts and the hand in the lollies jar and all those things are things that sound, to me, in my head, with the voice of an author from New Zealand, similar to Australia, and dashed about with forums of the 90s and then Tumblr and Homestuck and more than anything else, a voice of an author from the internet, but the New Zealand part of the Internet.

There’s also a delight in demonstrating a particular breadth in language use. There are specific terms rare in their use but deployed for their extremely specific appropriateness here – I know, I had to look a bunch of them up. This is a voice that is not ashamed of how it sounds and it is proud of what it knows, and those things work together to create a voice that I want to fight for. I want to read more books like this. I know I write like old people (I know so keenly), and I know I’m ashamed in many ways of the ways the way I talk lacks legitimacy, and reading this book is like a sweet breath of proud living.

This book is not ashamed of being from where it is.

I wish I could be half as bold, half as perfect.

Thing is, I’m in this book.

Not really, not properly, not actually.

It’s the invisible space around where the author’s notes mention writing Animorphs fanfiction. In that gasp of air around that space, there I am. There I was. For a year or two, I was part of a friend group on the internet the #Animorphs channel supported by the Chee Database that featured Tamsyn Muir. In a way that’s impossible to communicate, that person I knew then was staggeringly important to me. Important in a way that’s hard to really grapple with, because I was also a child, and I haven’t those memories preserved anywhere. Seeing her name on the lips of my friends as they talked about a book that had come out that they loved was like perfumed ice. It’s there in how I read these pages, because I can hear a voice in my head, reading these lines, delivering these lines but they are memories of a voice that has long since passed into being a memory of memory.

I have no fantasy in my mind that I, in any way, influenced or encouraged her. I remember first coming into her orbit when she commented very kindly on my quite bad Animorphs fanfiction. I remembered writing fanfiction with her. I remember her talking about her plans to become a published author, her drive to do it. That was there, and I never doubted it.

I think about how in that space, there was at least a time and a place where I got to be part of encouraging amazing people – plural – to make great things. Even if I didn’t know I was doing it or how I was doing it. There was a time and a place where by accepting someone and listening to them and encouraging them, maybe I helped something good happen, years down the line. And if that space had been more hostile to creative art, especially women’s creative art, who knows how many great books have been knocked off-course by that same impetus by people being silly or cruel or selfish.

This is just a story, of course, a story I tell myself.

It probably isn’t true.

I imagine that Muir, who is a whole adult with a life and struggles and friends and support from all sorts of other directions, would have been just fine without us in our space. Another random group of internet weirdoes would have been there. The prudish boy who didn’t realise he was just out of a cult is maybe a blip in her memory.

Who’s to say? But the lesson I can carry out of this, with these strange, tangled feelings I have of a friendship of someone amazing that I let slip away because I was bad at being a friend, is that it’s always worth it to be kind, and always worth it to encourage people to make things.

This book rules and it rules that it exists and you should check it out if sword-wielding heavy metal album cover lesbian spacefaring necromancers interest you at all.

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