#( i mean its not like anyone picks up on it unless he actually tells why he does that but fat chance of that. )

[gazelessmenagerie]

Broly: I don’t monologue like my father.

Also Broly: -Goes into semi-monologues/a straight up monologue-

#|| Tag: OOC #|| Tag: Shitposting #|| Character Study: {Broly} #( DONT MIND ME. I ABOUT SNORTED THINKING OF THAT. ) #( he really does monologue if he's... eh shall we say /pushed/ in the right way? ) #( he doesn't make for a great conversationalist bc that just wasn't expected of him and he listened to more than enough ) #( long winded plans and lectures by Paragus. ) #( to just naturally dissassociate when he's being barked at for whatever reason. ) #( just habit for him. at times its actually not done out of maliciousness than just getting bored and falling back to that /passivism/ ) #( i mean its not like anyone picks up on it unless he actually tells why he does that but fat chance of that. ) #( he's about as closed as a book that has teeth on it and bites when its opened. ) #( but aflsdjg eh. he can have some interesting thoughts if he's coaxed the right way. ) #( would go on minor little ramblings over something he found particularly interesting or at least give great detail to how he'd kill someone #( the apple doesn't fall far from the tree afsjg ) #( its just.. both a rarity and a privilege to hear him speak his thoughts out without locking them behind one barrier or another. ) #( especially the deeper ones. those are the gems when they get unearthed. ) #( can't say what those thoughts are bc he's still pretty much developing them on his own. ) #( he's got like fifteen-twenty ish years to catch up on with that even if its just him laying in bed and thinking about.. ) #( idk..... how wierd earth's fruit is. ) #( if a fishing net had a hole it in it... does it have more holes or fewer holes..? ) #( .... has he ever had the chance to just squeeze someone's head hard enough their eyes popped out..? ) #( you know.. just /Broly Thoughts (tm) / )

[yourstingrey]

“What are you wearing…?”

Description: you forget about laundry day and are forced with the tough decision of going out in your most embarrassing pajamas set in front of a certain Hermes camp counselor

A/N: I haven't written a fic since uh 2019…? So my writing is a bit rusty but I wanted to try to get back into it so hopefully you all don't think this is too bad😭😭😭 The pajamas are inspired from this OW2 character's outfit but obvi changed for the fic! Anywho if you do like this hopefully it'll inspire me to write even more little fics but thank you for reading if you choose to do so and I hope you're having a wonderful day/evening/night!!

wc:1009

Pairings: Athena!reader x Luke Castellan

Warnings!: fluff pretty much and the reader getting teased

You don't even know how you could have forgotten it was an honest mistake anyone could make but certainly not as embarrassing for everyone else. You had woken up just like any other day yawning not truly ready to get up for the day but at camp half blood unless you're a child of Hypnos sleeping in isn't the smartest.

As you stretch out and then slip your feet into your slippers you finally make that last stumble out of bed. Walking up to my dresser and open up the drawer noticing how barren it is so much so a cartoon mouth might as well fly out. I turned around to march up to my laundry hamper, deciding it better to re-wear something this once than to simply have nothing else until I noticed it was missing from its key spot. 

I looked up to see if any of my siblings were in the room and saw my sister, Bea “Hey uh Bea have you seen my laundry hamper? I can't remember where I put it…” I say to her with sleepy confusion laced into my voice “Oh yeah well it's laundry day and you were sleeping for a while so Annabeth decided to take yours and do it for you!” Bea explained, “So all my clothes are in the wash.” “Oh yeah sorry is that a bad thing I mean I can't say I won't judge you if you wanna be those people who don't bathe or anything..” Bea says with an astute tone to her voice and a clear grimace on her face “Um no no it's fine…” I replied under my breath.

I walked back to my drawer deliberating between just going out in my PJs or trying to squeeze into some old t-shirt from my first years at camp. I think we all know what I picked but I did decide if I'm going to wear my PJs out I can still wear my normal shoes, lacing up my sneakers I head out marching my way to the mess hall. 

I walk quietly the cold crisp camp air biting at my cheeks while I notice the cold I fail to notice the sound of a certain Hermes boy sneaking up on me before he lightly tugged on one of my braids “Woah woah where are you going girl” Luke said as he stepped in front of me.

 “Luke! I hate when you do that my hair takes a while y'know.” Luke irked me to no end yet I couldn't help but enjoy all our tiny arguments. “Hold on. What are you wearing…?”

 I look down at my outfit: a basic white sleep tank but then lavender pajama pants with owls and moons scattered about with a matching cardigan on top. “What are you jealous, Castellan?” “Very you think we can get matching sets, hm?” Luke replied with a smirk evident on his face.

“ Ugh Why have you come to pester me Luke” I huff out at him as I shift under his gaze “Just wanted to know if you’re still gonna come to training later” I almost freeze up a little as though it might be small Luke has usually never asked to see if I'm coming or not it's not like its hard for him to get another sparring partner. 

“Hmm I don't know.. These are my best fighting clothes. I think they actually might let me beat you this time butttt I already promised Annabeth to sneak out into the strawberry fields with her later..” As I say this I start to continue my walk to the mess hall not letting Luke interrupt my stride.

“Hey wait wait tell her you’ll go on a different day!” Luke jogs back over and starts walking with me “I don't know why you’re being so persistent this time you’ve never acted like this before!” I sass back to him “Oh what I just want to spare with my favorite Athena girl” “Well it's not gonna happen you can spare with me tomorrow okay” my voice holding a teasing tone.

I look at him and scrunch my nose at him as if he were the foul smell you would get if you ventured to the stables. But with that pause in my step, Luke took it to his advantage quickly snagging the owl sleeping mask off of my head and holding it up.

“Well, you'll just have to come by if you want this back then hmm little owl.” With him snatching my eye mask and this newly formed nickname my face glowed a light pink you would think I was a daughter of Aphrodite for a second “Wait what-” Luke already cut me off with a quick peck to my cheek stunning me again and starts to strut off before calling over his shoulder “Okay see you later then my little owl!”

I turn to watch him walk for a mere second before knocking some sense into myself and continuing my walk. I know I shouldn't go. I'm a daughter of Athena, I should be smarter than this but maybe Annabeth could wait a day. It's just fruit…  I think I just really need “my sleeping mask” back…

#luke castellan x reader #fluff #luke castellan #luke castellan fic #pjo x reader #luke castellan fluff

[hawkeyeslaughter]

Do you have any (minor) headcanons that you have little to no evidence for but you just believe them as if they were the truth?

oh god of course i do

— the nurses taught klinger how to hem , alter , even make some of his own clothes ; he gets so good at it that sometimes they just come to him with their needs

— the uke ( ? ) that hawkeye has hanging in the swamp ? he knows how to play it surprisingly well , he just never does unless drunker than usual

— radar put soles in his boots one time that made him taller and it took even hawkeye like a solid week to figure out what was different about him ( once he did , though , radar had no refuge from the teasing )

— the nurses hold regular gossip sessions and sometimes compare notes on the guys of the 4077th

— margaret knows how to cut hair , taught herself how to cut her own ( because she got sick of barbers not cutting it the way she wanted ) . has more than once had to come to the rescue of nurses who have marred their hair by taking the scissors to it

— in college bj was a relentless and revered hazer ( which is funny considering he barely got through his own hazing )

— hawkeye’s use of petnames ( “ darling “ , “ sweetheart “ , “ baby “ , etc etc ) are all picked up from trapper . prior to meeting him he hardly ever used them

— when oliver got his orders home , trapper and hawkeye threw him a rager in the swamp and were very badly hungover for their actual goodbye the next day

— father mulcahy has that thing where he hears a tune and can instantly play it on the piano

— charles falls asleep regularly during movie nights hawkeye and beej drag him to , usually on hawkeye’s shoulder

— trapper is colorblind . not like , drastically colorblind , but hawkeye finds out one day and teases him absolutely relentlessly for it

— trapper and oliver always did this bit where they pretended they were whispering things and wouldn’t tell hawkeye what they were saying because it was funny to watch hawkeye get all huffy and annoyed with them

— henry has to do the right / left things with his hands all the time ( PLSASE ITS SO STUPID )

— margaret has a crazy sweet tooth + sometimes bj asks peg to send sweets back specifically for margaret

— potter’s horse or pet names in general very rarely alter because he just can’t be bothered to come up with new creative ones . besides , tried and true always works

— klinger is a pool shark . idk why he is he just is . he has pool shark vibes

— trapper briefly considered going into pediatrics

— charles sometimes has very serious conversations with the camp strays ( mainly just voicing whatever he may be thinking of at the particular moment )

— radar sometimes likes to imagine he’s the protagonist in a superhero world and i mean why not . little dude is literally psychic

— hawkeye has a habit of ripping at his nails , klinger regularly checks them and manicures them for him

— the nurses and swamp rats regularly get involved in prank wars . the nurses are far more clever than some people realize

— hawkeye and trapper stood back to back once to see who was taller and had radar judge ( hawkeye tried to bribe radar to say it was him )

— one time margaret made frank cry so hard he threw up . good for her

— bj has weirdly good reflexes and can catch things while barely looking up , he has a habit of saying “ i knew i should’ve gotten into baseball “

— charles does that thing where someone asks him to do something and he says “ no “ while actively doing it

— the swamp rats are all actively ready to swing on anyone who upsets one of the nurses and that goes double for margaret . sometimes they actually do

— hawkeye has a pair of roller skates . do with this information what you will .

— father mulcahy is a self - taught painter

— henry tells the same stories more than once and hawkeye , trapper , and radar have a mutual agreement to pretend they’ve never heard them whenever this happens

— hawkeye and radar have made many a pinky promise , and never once did one get broken

— charles is surprisingly a god awful secret keeper , he tells most secrets to margaret

— henry is scared shitless of cats

#sorry i had so many i got started and i genuinely could not stop #i hope you guys like my silly silly headcanons #holds hawkeye and charles and trapper and margaret and henry gently : they do this because i say it #my friends my closest friends #townes answers asks ! #m*a*s*h #mash #mashposting #mashblr #mash 4077 #lgbt #lgbtq

[konata-izumi-kinny-writes]

Sfw Headcanons of Dating Jack Skellington

This man is so sweet fr fr, he needs a hug 🖤

[WARNING: mentions of horror movies]

HAPPY SPOOKY MONTH, YAAAALL!!!!

🖤 boi where do i start lel

🦴 Mans is a big cuddler

🧡 like for real, hes so sweet

🦴 Lots of kisses from this big boi

🖤 Like, for real, hes the most affectionate thing out there

🦴 king of the pumpkin patch, AND romance

🧡 Will scare anyone who makes you sad or angry. And he won't scare you unless you tell him you're okay with it.

🦴 hes a huge flirt. Like, the BIGGEST flirt out there

🖤 make things for him, HE'LL LOVE IT

🦴 hell, he loves you

🧡 Jack makes the best Cider and Hot Cocoa

🦴 His favorite thing to do for a date, is getting caramel corn and going for a walk with you under all of the trees.

🖤 the sun shining through the orange, yellow, and red leaves makes for a beautiful atmosphere

🦴 yall play fetch with Zero too :3

🧡 Wear a skeleton costume :)

🦴 He will either, 1: find it funny, 2: be confused, or 3: be flustered

🖤 I have no idea why, but i headcanon that Jack can play the piano and cello. I have no idea why but it just fits imo

🦴 Sing with him :D

🧡 wait- you expect me to not headcanon a disney character to be musical??... you're insane LMFAO

🦴 Pumpkin bread with chocolate chips is one of Jack's favorite things, if you like baking, make this for him lol

🖤 If you don't live with him and in a seperate house he will walk you home every single time, doesn't matter if you live next door or not.

🦴 HE👏 WANTS👏 YOU👏 SAFE👏 AND👏 IN👏 ONE👏 PIECE👏

🧡 Speaking of which, he's pretty protective of you, but not to the point where its suffocating

🦴 So its basically canon that he knows how to sew right, thats straight up.

🖤 BUT HEAR ME OUT!!!!

🦴 he makes monster plushies with it AND NOBODY CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE

🧡 Like c'mon now, how can you own a sewing machine and NOT make plushies?!?! Its UNHEARD of /j

🦴 Have autism? Or anything similar to it?? HE STIMS WITH YOU!!! (Its because he thinks its fun :3)

🦴 Annoy Jack with bone puns, his reactions are priceless 🤣

🖤 His pet names for you are, Dear, Darling, and Pumpkin

🧡 He likes horror movies, if they're too much for you to handle, thats okay. Jack can always settle for less scary movies.

🦴 His favorites are The Descent, the Saw movies, Trick r' Treat (He thinks Sam is adorable), Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark (because of the nostalgia from the books), and the Fear Street movies

🖤 If you can't handle those scary movies he'll watch mellow ones with you. Like Hocus Pocus, Spooky Buddies, Halloween Is Grinch Night, etc.

🦴 He loves animals... spooky ones.

🧡 This boi wants a Bat, Frog, Tarantula, Snake, Black Cat, or maybe another ghost dog :)

🦴 As long as its not venomous

🖤 It'd be nice for Zero to have another playmate :D

🦴 okay so, while this talks about snuggling in bed and body anatomy, this isn't in a nsfw way so bear with me here lol

🧡 While yall are snugglin, you can flick his ribs to make them sound like a xylophone. You can totally play a song 🤣

🦴 Hes totally interested in your muscles, fat, and skin

🖤 like ???? How tf are you so squishy?!

🦴 He's not complainin though, he loves you how you are <3

🧡 He has cute lil monster outfits for you, Jack lets you pick out your clothes but he just has them for you just in case :)

🦴 Okay so... lets get one thing straight (unlike me LMFAO)

🖤 As a monster, Jack doesn't need to sleep, but he does.

🦴 But this means sometimes he doesn't sleep at all and just wanders around the house at 3 A.M.

🧡 and its actually lowkey scary when you run into him at those times

🦴 He just looks way scarier than usual without even trying. And oh my gosh.

🖤 There have been MULTIPLE times where Jack accidentally scared you half to death while you were looking for a snack 🤣

🦴 When all is said and done, Jack Skellington is a really sweet dude who means well. A very loving person :)))

Thanks for Reading,

HAPP SPOOP MONTH

#jack skellington x reader #jack skellington #spooky month #spoopy #spooptober #fictober #konata izumi kin writes

[bonny-kookoo]

But Ninny, just imagine lock me up mc going into preheat and defective Yoongi gets all protective over her 🥺 anon was onto something with that heat ask honestly 😮‍💨 jk jk….unless 👀

You're antsy again, right when he'd thought he'd gotten you comfortable enough so you wouldn't try and escape anymore.

But your little outdoor adventures aren't of the usual kind either- you definitely stay in close proximity to his home, never even reach the streets, always rather roaming the rooftops, and he can see on his little GPS tracker on his laptop that you're somewhat pacing around.

Something's off, and he needs to know what.

When he reaches the rooftops, it's a little windy. Not too chilly, but a nice fresh wind blows, sun setting- and there you are, rolling on your back in the bright golden sun. "You're getting your clothes dirty." He comments, and your tail snaps up at his words, as you roll again to sit on your knees now, some dead leaves caught in your hair- but one flick of your ear and its gone with the wind, while you look at him like you're conflicted.

"I wanna sleep here tonight." You tell him, and his brows lower in confusion.

He's keeping his distance- both because he's not sure if you'll try and jump because down the line it wouldn't surprise him considering your rather... spontaneous nature, and also because your body language screams at him to stay away.

"Its gonna be cold." He tries to reason. "Why'd you wanna sleep outside?" He wants to know, and you become nervous at that, moving your legs around a little to adjust the position in which you're sitting-

And that's when the wind turns a but, making him catch your scent.

Oh.

"Yeah well- you know.." you stammer, nervous. "Even if- you know, you pick up stuff for me, it'll take almost an entire day to, you know, make me not stink anymore.." you mumble more or less, not looking at him.

"You don't stink, idiot." He clicks his tongue, before sighing. This isn't something he'd planned ahead for. "I can still go downtown and pick some shit up if you tell me what you typically take, and I promise my hands stay to myself at night." He tells you.

"Hm yeah cause it's easy for you.." You say almost disappointed.

"What do you mean?" He wants to know, and you turn around at that, your back facing him as you hug your legs.

"Nothin'." You huff stubbornly. "Go get me some Feline Help, or ChangeWay, I don't care which you choose." You mumble almost incoherently into your knees, drawing something in the dirt on the ground with a stick.

"Both of those are-" he argues instantly, well aware that both brands will leave you with heavy side effects, but now you snap your head around, hissing at him.

"Just go! Leave me!" You yell at him, and he forgives your behavior for once because it's not really in your control right now. Preheat can be extremely stressful to hybrids especially when you're used to being on medication for it usually.

Though he has a feeling there's got to be a reason you're especially on edge with him. You should be the exact opposite- so why do you seem to absolutely despise his presence right now?

"Can I leave you here without having to run after you to God knows where after I come back?" He asks, and you glare at him actually angry this time.

"I'm not stupid, Detective Min." You make sure to pronounce his job title and name especially as you talk. "I'm a walking bullseye target for anyone other than you." You huff, and he squints his eyes at that.

"I see." He suddenly says, relaxing. "I get it now."

"Oh my GOD just go and get my drugs, leave!" You yell now, throwing a small rock at him- though you only prove his point, because you clearly intentionally miss him by a lot, no intention to hurt him despite your bitter tone.

"Dont worry, I'll get them." He says, not walking closer, but taking off his jacket before he throws it at you. "But you're wrong, just so you know." He has the audacity to smirk, especially when you grow wide eyed and surprised, entire world view shifted as he gives you an answer to a question you didn't even ask, while he walks back down the metal stairs to his apartment, leaving you alone with your thoughts and his scent around you.

He's absolutely not interested in you-

Or so you thought, it seems.

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-> Series Masterlist

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #min yoongi imagines #yoongi imagine #hybrid imagine #yoongi imagines #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi imagine

[tht0nesimp]

sexy slut 👑 give yandere feitan ick right now you hoe/pos <3 🥰😍😤

whatever you hot ass bitch 🙄

cw: torture, mentions of eye torture, feitan is so icky and mean, gross ig, fear of being killed, reader is kind of a cry baby according to fei

Feitan has so many icks, his obvious inability to talk to anyone even if he really does love someone is a pretty obvious one. Even when he does choose to actually talk to you? its more than likely about some form or technique of a torture he has performed/heard about

He doesn't always mean to be so mean or quiet-even if he does love when you get uncomfortable and tense up around him- He really does want you to be able to relax around him- But, he would also rather swallow a phillips head screw-driver than tell you he enjoys being around you, he cant stand the idea of using the L word....love

Can you blame him? He grew up without an official identity, parents, or any advantages.

Another ick of feitans is that-He doesnt mean to be rude- But his compliments are...strange? It can range from just telling you that you have beautiful eyes, hed love to keep them, to cutting off a small piece of your hair randomly. Of course, he hasnt even considered that the reason you immediately cover your eyes after the keeping them comment is because of something he was doing wrong! He doesnt get it, he tries to be less creepy if your really nice about it, but it normally just makes it go from "Your nails are pretty, theyd look good on a necklace" To "Your nails are pretty, im going to keep you here forever" All in all, its a mere game of picking your poison whether it be threats of taking body parts or promises of eternity in his musty old basement

How could i forget, his...oversharing about his job can be rather unpleasant to anyone who isnt, y'know, a full blown sadistic torturer. Never watch any show/movie with a torture scene unless you want him to demonstrate on his next job, or he might show you a video of his doing it on recording it as a "joke" and he will probably just laugh sadistically if you push away or flinch at a specifically gruesome part

He might even pry your eyes open....While talking about maybe making that comment about keeping your eyes a reality....Just kidding! Hes not gonna kill you, he still doesnt get why your crying? Hes letting you blink- In his eyes- enough. Your such a baby, its just a video!

Lucky for you, its only about 10min long! He turns on some movie he stalked you while you watched it just so happens to know is one of your favorites....Dont worry about getting punished for the little freak-out, if anything, he might just buy you some subscription to a streaming service as a little joke back at you!

All in all, he is icky, a torturer, but buys you netflix every month from that point forward and maybe poke your eyes

#yandere feitan #yandere phantom troupe #yandere male #yandere blog #yandere fic #fandom #hxh #yandere hxh #Hunterxhunter #xreader #dark #cw torture #cw eyes #yan! #yandere scenarios #headcanons #CandiesActualFics

[beechersnope]

Summer of Cum Days 4/5/6: come inflation, facial, coming in public

seb/mick with a bonus dash of foot/pantyhose/pregnancy kink, 1118 words

***

Seb is so fucking weird about trains.

Mick secretly hates them. Finds them claustrophobic and slow. An impatient itch has wormed its way under his skin since they sat down in their car. Having Seb sitting across from him only makes it worse.

“Why are you wearing that?” he asks her once the novelty of watching the countryside fly by out the window finally wears off. It hasn’t taken long; Mick has been half-distracted by the peek of skin between the top two buttons of Seb's cream-colored blouse.

There’s nothing inherently obscene about the outfit as a whole—the pastoral scene depicted on Seb’s wool cardigan is almost childishly innocent, and the flowy skirt adorning her lower half extends several centimeters past her knees.

Seb shrugs. She leans back against the seat, the blouse drawing tighter over the swell of her breasts. “Paying homage to our shared cultural heritage, of course. You don’t like the design?” She reaches down to examine the milkmaid sewn over the pocket on her lefthand side.

“That’s not what I mean,” Mick replies, his mouth suddenly going very dry.

The blouse is almost see-through whenever she pulls it close against herself. It’s not overtly noticeable unless you know what to look for, but Seb has been picking and pulling at the fabric since the second they got on the train, as though trying to find exactly the right angle to reveal the dark shadow of her nipples. Seb almost always goes braless.

“No?” Seb replies, still playing innocent. “You’re right, it is a bit stuffy in here.” She reaches down, undoing the next two buttons on her blouse, letting the front hang open until all Mick can see is the slight curve of her small, flat tits every time she moves.

“Seb,” Mick pleads in a quiet tone.

If he’s being honest with himself, he’s been half-hard since the station, maybe even longer. Seb had kept a warm hand on the curve of his inner thigh on the car ride over, and Mick had done a good job of keeping himself under control then, with the driver right there in the front seat, but now he didn’t have that buffer anymore. It didn’t matter that they were on a public train and that theoretically, anyone could walk in on them. He can’t take it anymore.

Mick reaches down to palm at the swell of his erection through his jeans, whimpering at the pressure—too much, not enough.

Seb tsks. But she doesn’t tell him to stop. “Pull your cock out,” she says instead.

Mick almost swallows his tongue. “Right here?”

“No one can see you. Just me. And do you really want to show up in front of a bunch of cameras with a stiffy in your jeans? Come on, Mick, I’ll take care of you.”

Mick’s hands shake as he unhooks the button on his waistband. He breathes out a quiet sigh of relief as his dick is freed from the restrictive confines of his jeans, but that relief is quickly outweighed by the nearly painful throb of his dick as even more blood rushes downward between his legs. He only gets like this with Seb, so hard it actually hurts.

“Pull your jeans down a little,” Seb says next. “I want to see your balls, too.”

Mick immediately obeys. He keeps the pubic hair above his cock trimmed short, knows Seb likes the way it looks, but he shaves his balls completely smooth, because he knows she likes that, too, the way they feel smooth and velvety against her tongue, inside her mouth. They’re already drawn up tight against his body, and it takes a bit of finagling to get his jeans down far enough to give Seb a full and unobstructed view of his package.

Seb gives a little hum of satisfaction once Mick’s cock and balls are fully in view, but it cuts short once he wraps a hand around his cock. “No,” she says, and that’s all it takes for him to let go. She doesn’t say anything else as she bends down to unlace one of her brown leather boots, and Mick just watches, silent and wide-eyed, waiting.

Seb has nude-colored pantyhose on underneath her skirt. She gives her toes a wiggle once she kicks off her boot, stretching the digits against the sheer fabric covering her feet for a second before extending her leg across the space between her seat and Mick’s. The car is small enough that she doesn’t have to fully straighten her knee to reach the apex of Mick’s thighs with the sole of her foot.

“My pussy’s so wet for you,” she tells him as she drags her toes up the length of his cock, pressing firmly with her foot and grinding his cock against his belly when she reaches the head. “Your cock’s so pretty; I love it. Love your little pink balls, how wet you get for me.”

Mick lets out an abortive whine as his cock spurts out what feels like an entire pint of precum, the slick liquid dripping down his shaft, soaking into the fabric of Seb’s pantyhose, easing the friction against his dick with every stroke. He can barely remember how to breathe.

“Wish I could ride you like this, let you fuck my ass and come inside,” Seb continues. “Want you to fill me up. You always come so hard, I bet if I plugged myself up after I’d look pregnant.”

Mick’s vision starts to blur.

“You want that?” Seb taunts as her foot strokes him even faster. “Want the journos taking photos of me big and round with just your come?”

That’s what does it, the thought of Seb’s taut stomach swollen because of him tipping Mick over the edge before he even realizes it’s happening. His whole body feels painfully tight, like the come is being dragged out of every part of him, and maybe it is—he’s shooting for what feels like entire minutes, in hot splashes against Seb’s foot, Mick’s black hoodie, his own face.

Mick shudders through it with Seb continuing to milk him from the base of his cock to the head with the flex of her foot, draining every last bit of come until it finally slows to a pathetic dribble that slides back down his shaft and soaks into his pubes. He tips his head back against the seat when it’s over and draws in a long, rattling breath.

“Still got an hour left before we get to the station,” Seb says casually as she flicks some of the come dripping off her toes back onto Mick’s already ruined hoodie. “Think you can get it up again?”

#summerofcum2023 #sebmick #f1 smut #my fic #f1 rpf

[peppermintquartz]

Arthur's watch doesn't actually work. He checks the time on his phone, like most people these days. The watch was a gift from his late grandfather. It is elegant - a rich brown leather strap, cream watch face, gold detailing. No numbers.

Eames is as surprised as anyone to discover that the watch doesn't tell the correct time, and then realizes that he has inadvertently found out Arthur's real totem.

He's torn between not telling Arthur, because Arthur hasn't noticed that Eames has stolen his watch, and telling Arthur that it's a stupid totem, because it can be easily stolen.

In the end he snaps his own watch back on Arthur's wrist and goes back to his room.

It takes two hours and seventeen minutes before Arthur knocks on the door irritably.

"Give it back," Arthur says.

"You need a new totem," Eames replies, dangling the purloined timepiece from its strap.

"It's not my totem." Arthur retrieves it and gives Eames back his watch.

"Then why doesn't it tell the correct time?" Eames wonders if his supposition was wrong. He thought that the watch only tells the right time in a dream.

Arthur squints at him, like Eames is playing checkers in a poker game. "It tells the time where my family is."

Eames never once considered that Arthur has surviving relatives. Or a family of any sort. Somehow Arthur, in Eames' very rich imagination, sprang full-fledged and fully clad in a three-piece suit, like Artemis from Zeus.

"Huh." He files that away in the meticulously organized mental folder marked ARTHUR.

*

Eames picks a hard candy out of Arthur's pocket and sucks on it - ooh, lemon - while the point man is putting up papers on the board. He's going to brief the team in ten minutes and Eames knows the job isn't one that requires their combined talents, but Ariadne asked it as a favor. She is the only other person in the world who Eames thinks is allowed to ask favors of Arthur.

Cobb can go to hell.

"Stealing my candy? That's low of you." Arthur doesn't even sound mad. He just looks disappointed.

Eames holds out a peace offering and winks.

Arthur narrows his eyes. "I don't want a Chupa Chup."

"Indulge me."

"I'll slur my words."

"I can present it. I know the stuff as much as you do, from all your mutterings and sketches."

Arthur takes the lollipop and rolls his eyes. "Don't fuck up the numbers." Then he gets to his chair and leans back in it, the lollipop swiftly unwrapped, and he closes his eyes to enjoy the sucker while the rest of the team saunter in.

*

Arthur is a point-man, which means Arthur doesn't know what to do with himself unless he has a goal to aim for. He finds the concept of free time abhorrent, somehow, like it is a waste not to be working to achieve some distant target.

Eames despairs of him some days. (Months. Years.) They don't always keep in touch, but sometimes Eames gets this tingling sensation that Arthur's working himself to the bone once more, and with some deft questioning of his questionable contacts, he usually finds out that's the case. Sometimes he intervenes by popping in to drag Arthur out on a wild goose chase, sometimes he sabotages the job if he thinks it smells fishy, sometimes he lets Arthur do what he does so damn well and sends him tickets to a Greek island after.

But this time, Arthur drops off the face of the earth completely.

So of course Eames goes looking.

*

Here's the thing: Eames knows that Arthur knows that Eames has a thing for him. Hard not to: Eames is very obvious about it.

And Arthur isn't all that subtle about letting Eames know that he's letting Eames bother and tease and make a nuisance of himself only because Arthur, at some level, enjoys it.

Eames finds Arthur in Winnipeg in the middle of a park, except Arthur is wearing a bright blue down jacket with a checkered scarf and he's drinking Starbucks - probably a simple mocha - and he's not Arthur, because the kids who are with him call him Uncle Levi, and Eames thinks he can't be more charmed in his entire life.

He takes a picture from his vantage point and goes back to his hotel, satisfied to have laid eyes on Arthur-who-is-Levi, and has room service.

Two minutes after midnight, he gets a phone call from Arthur.

"Delete whatever photo you took of my niece and nephew," Arthur says without preamble.

Eames hums, pretending to consider. "What do I get in exchange?" He can almost hear the frown on Arthur's handsome face, and smiles broadly.

After a while, Arthur asks, "What do you want?"

Eames wants to say, Everything you are willing to give me. He says, "Tell me if I'm good enough for you."

"Eames." Arthur sounds impatient and frustrated. "Eames, you idiot."

That's not a yes or a no. Eames takes out his poker chip and plays with it, the pad of his finger scraping along that smooth edge of the chip. Water running over stone, washing away its sharp edges.

Arthur's voice goes soft, but not shy. "Why do you fucking think I work so hard for? What you can do on instinct, I have to struggle to achieve in months."

Eames' smile grows. There it is. And he's found the chip in his token, that one bit that scratches the edge of his thumb. "Alright then. New Year's Eve, darling. You know where to find me."

#arthur/eames #inception #they are idiots but they are each other's idiots #ficlet #is there a point to this? no #arthur x eames

[transmutationisms]

Repeat anon from before talking about bodily superiority and piss <3 I can't believe you picked up SO spot on. I've been reading Kropotkin's Mutual Aid for a couple years, revisited it the other day, and I owe that exact read of Succession to the dude. What you said about the show presenting a sharp analysis of the characters' ethical motivations tracks with me too. I did get ahead of myself tho, 100%. I get your point now, Succession really has refrained from telling a clear cohesive politic to imagine different worlds, like anarchism or communism. Came to my next conclusion more after chewing on your reply: its core philosophy runs incompatible to liberation. This has been stuck in my head since I heard it, Jesse Armstrong in Controlling the Narrative for the S3 finale goes, "People's essential selves don't change. In a way that's what makes drama and choices interesting." I do witness that bleed throughout the show. I love that the writers put capitalism and fascism under a microscope through the characters' intimate, erotic relationships with each other. But the thing is, they tell us stories over and over of their failures to change. Like, if Succession's a tragedy about characters stuck in unbreakable cycles of failure, then is it also a tragedy that considers capitalism and possibly all forms of domination unbreakable cycles, too? If so, not a cute vibe! Genuine Q that lingers since day 1, that I don't think the show answers... yet. Unless Waystar crashes at the end with no reiteration in sight, I wouldn't be surprised if the show sticks that landing more firm for the big finale. At best I could read a core story of Succession being that the characters' circumstances (nuclear family, corporation, capitalism) keep setting them up for tragedy precisely because of their more basic senses of cooperation, and the show's input ends there. And I'd love that, honestly. But I have a feeling the show will bring us to a more hopeless place, I only don't know where yet.

ok i knew it.... yeah kropotkin had such a major influence on basically all left-leaning understandings of evolutionary theory. i mean prior to him the options were basically bourgeois darwinian malthusianism or some strain of lamarckism, which latter was 1) increasingly hereditarian anyway, 2) not emphatically structured around 'natural selection', and 3) fundamentally drawing from sensationalist psychology, which meant moral sense tended to be presented as a result of habituation rather than as a rational social interest. so you can see why kropotkin was such a game-changer for anyone invested in defending any version of evolution-by-natural-selection as a non-teleological, non-theistic, materialist view of nature---but without the addition of british capitalism lol.

anyway, to answer your actual question: yeah, this is a huge tension in the show imo, and it follows from it being a huge tension in marx. in interviews jesse has quoted the marx line right out of '18th brumaire' about circumstances constraining men, and talked about how he doesn't think people fundamentally change. there are obvious reasons why, in that particular text, marx was especially pessimistic about the possibility for people to defy their circumstances lol---1849 was his case study in history 'repeating itself' because of (what he saw as) essentially the same class tensions as in 1799 rearing their heads again. but at the same time, marx's entire political project was predicated on the notion that true revolution is not just possible but expected, as an outcome of the historical development of the productive forces in conjunction with increasing labour estrangement and alienation.

frankly i don't think the show will end with waystar destructing or anyone meaningfully changing their social, political, or economic positions. and this would be fine, IF the read is, like you said, that the continued imposition of structures of capitalist production constrains the characters to acting in this selfish, dominance-seeking, antisocial way. like, i'm fine with the notion that the entire show is a tragedy and always has been, and that the characters are incapable of change as long as their circumstances remain the same. but i agree with you that there's a risk of implying (or outright stating, lol) that people are simply and intrinsically incapable of meaningful change for reasons predating capitalism and grounded in some kind of bio-psychological discourse. i would hate this ending and this moral lol and i have been hoping for 3 and a half seasons now that the writers' room is too smart to take us there. we really will have to see how these last few episodes play out.

i'd add that i think this sense of hopelessness and helplessness can add to the show's psychological writing, for example in the cynicism and nihilism of roman. roman essentially sees capitalism as an alien force he can't control or counter in any meaningful way, so why bother? which is certainly true to how many people (even literal billionaires) feel in the face of such a complex and entangled system. and it's not like i expect the show to end with some kind of raising of revolutionary consciousness, but i also don't want it to end with a total denial of the possibility of human cooperation and mutual aid as governing behavioural principles in different circumstances. i don't believe that as a species we're doomed to the way logan roy capitalism encourages us to act, and it'll really annoy me if that's where the show lands after all this time lol.

that said, i do think no one on this show is escaping their circumstances in any material way. i don't think any of them actually want out (certainly not the kids, tom, greg, or the old guard) and i do believe that the broad outlines of the ending have been pretty clear since day one. whether or not they keep waystar they will continue to operate in logan's world because his empire was always just one articulation of this broader capitalist discourse on domination and 'survival of the fittest'. even if a character on this show tried to cash out and dip they'd still be caught in this global financial web, and none of them are inclined to do that anyway because [class interests and family business]. which is i guess to say that i don't think we will see any of these characters change on a deeper level, but i think it's possible for the show to end that way and still frame it in a way that allows for alternate readings of human behaviour and sociability IF placed in different material circumstances. we'll see whether jesse and the writers have the subtlety to stick that landing, though. ultimately yes, the show is a character study and not a political polemic, but i will be really very irritated if it turns out to be a character study premised on a fundamentally reactionary, essentialist understanding of 'human nature' and social behaviour lol.

#blood sacrifice

[augustrambles]

DAY 1 KENNY MCCORMICK, general hc alphabet.

A. Admitting feelings.

he'd admit his feelings willingly, he defintely confessed first. he would make it a very special event however, he'd bring flowers and he'd bake a sweet you like just for you, show up at your house as he tells what you mean to him.

B. Bad Habit.

having a lot of physical attraction towards people, he loves you so much, he'd never love someone else like he loves you, but he does compliment others a lot, not just to be nice but because he finds people attractive. he thinks you dont really like that about him

C. Commitment.

he wouldn't expect to get married, have kids and all that, but if it does get to that point he's happily doing what he should to mantain the relationship. he loves you a lot, and he wouldn't leave you for anyone!

D. Damage.

its not actual serious damage, but since he's been with people whos used him just for sex, he'd find it weird if you arent over him 24/7 asking to be laid, he doesnt really mind though

E. Energy

he isnt energetic, but isnt inactive either, he does go to parties frequently however, but he always invites you! if you dont want to go, its a big chance he wont either. theres always a special occasion however where he does go with you, he texts you every hour though

F. First date

for a first date, he'd want it to be very romantic and all, maybe a movie date or dinner at a fancy restaurant (which you'd pay for) or just sitting at a grass filled garden, picking flowers and cuddling with him, whatever you'd like the most

G. Get away

he LOVES vacations, will go anywhere, out of the country or just a hotel near the state. if its with you, he'd even go to the moon so

H. Hygiene

he'd like to have better hygiene but due to the cough financial situation, he usually showers or brushes his teeth at your house, your parents are happy with it of course

I. Initiative

hes VERY initiative, always starts things, and barely gives you a chance to recommend going somewhere or do something.

J. Jealous

doesnt get jealous quite often to be honest, if anything you would get jealous of random girls trying to ask him out. but will not hesitate to beat ass for you

K. Kiss

he loves kissing you<3 he gives you kisses all the time especially during cuddle sessions. his kisses are either passionate or quick goodbye kisses.

L. Love

he's quick to say i love you, he'd go up to you when you arrive to the bus stop, even if you have one day of dating, and go 'goodmorning [name]! i love you" same with goodbyes, hes so sweet

M. Maintenance

while he doesnt use skincare products, boy this man LOVES to take care of himself, he loves to be treated like a princess and just lay on your bed with a facemask and cucumbers on his eyes. does not care if anyone makes fun of him

this made me want to play royale high i dont know why

N. NOPE

he doesnt have any turn offs really, just dont be a complete asshole and he'll like you

O. Opinion

doesnt get into much debates, but hes usually calm about it, unless its something about a celebrity or something, diss one of his faves he will go crazy

P. Pranks

he LOVES pranking, doesnt do it as often as he wants to, but theres something he loves about scaring the hell out of people

Q. Quirk

probably being very charming, he loves charming people so much! its like a hobby especially if theyre rich

R. Reliable

you can defs count on kenny! he'd do anything you want, cook? sure, wash the dishes? alright, take out the trash? he's used to it. hes like a little house wife

S. Scent

HE 100% WOULD USE COLOGNE. if its a gift from you, he would literally even use it to go to sleep, he luvs smelling good

T. Temper

not much of a temper actually, he gets mad when people talk shit about him or like when stan was crying because kyle was dying even though kenny dies everyday

U. Underwear

he doesnt wear undies.

V. Victory

lowkey a sore loser, he loves winning and he gets mad if people beat him, moves on quickly though

W. Wild Card

he has a birth mark on the back of his neck, it looks like a healed burn

X. XXX

probably suggests it indirectly on the first few dates, causing a giggle or two, and then when the relationship is establed already then he'll talk about it

Y. Yelling

doesnt yell unless hes mad, but would rather die than yell at you or his sister

Z. Zzz

sleeps a lot esp on school nights, but can and will pull an all nighter playing games with you or just texting eachother

#south park #south park x reader #south park x y/n #sp kenny #kenny south park #kenny sp #kenny x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny x y/n

[consumed-by-fandom]

How the Dudes would react to you hugging them

I got a bit soft today so uh uhm uhhh

EDIT: This is under the context of the Dude already knows you and likes you enough to not blow off your head if you try and hug him! Just thought i’d mention lmao

P1: He’s touch avert unless he really trusts you enough to allow you to hug him (which is the only way he’d allow you to do it) and even then at first he’d be real nervous and even a little uncomfortable, but after a while he’d melt into it. Poor guy doesn’t get much affection from others. Once he gets used to it it’ll be hard to get him to let go, basically clinging to you for dear life as if you letting go means he’ll never get to hug you again. The type to nestle into the crook of your neck if you let him. Think of a cat putting its face in a blanket lmao he’s like that. Would offer you hugs sometimes in hopes that he can make you feel just as safe and comfortable as you make him.

P2: Would be kinda confused at first but would return it with some enthusiasm. Actually enjoys them but wouldn’t tell you, but he will initiate them from then on. Would hug you from behind to piss you off, he’s pretty casual about it. Emanating “fine, i guess you are my little pogchamp, cmere” vibes

P3/Alt: Similar to P2, would be confused on why, but is more open to showing that he likes them. Full on bear hugs, the kinda guy who picks you up while he’s hugging you to show how light you are to him lol. Wouldn’t really initiate them, but he’s alright if you ask for them. He’s not too bothered honestly.

BD: A bit of a mix between the last three? he wouldn’t let just anyone hug him, but as long as he knows you fairly well he won’t mind. Doesn’t really know how to give decent hugs, and won’t really show his appreciation, but you can tell by the way he gets real quiet and maybe, just maybe holds you a little tighter, that he definitely wants them from you. After a while he might offer them to you if you need them, but he can’t promise he’ll be any good.

OD: Would at first react negatively “why the hell are you hugging me >:(“, would take him a long time to get used to it, he’s not really into them (or touch in general). If you were really upset and he (surprisingly) decided to comfort you he could swallow his discomfort to offer one, but honestly? They aren’t his thing. The only time he’d willingly hug you is if you were in danger or scared, his dislike would immediately be thrown out of the window as he goes into protective mode, will hold you for dear life until you feel safe again. (To be honest I think every Dude would react the same way, when it comes to your life being in danger they’re holding you in their arms until the dangers over, its on instinct)

P4: God this man is so tired he’ll accept hugs from literally anyone. Just the second he’s offered one he’s in there, decently strong hugs and you might hear him sigh deeply after a little while. He could fall asleep hugging you, any affection he’s given he gladly accepts, and the most likely to offer you hugs out of all of them, literally for any reason doesn’t matter he’s just “wanna hug?”, someone please take care of this sopping wet old ass cat IM BEGGING-

Thats it these guys revolve around my mind 24/7 and I want to wrap them all up in blankets. Yes I know he is guilty of crimes against humanity but shhhh

#headcanon #headcanons #postal #postal dude #okay i’ll level with you #i was playing postal 4 and watching the cutscenes and I was like #god i need to hug him and make him feel better he looks so tired #and then this happened #sorree #or not sorry dude selfshippers come get your sustenance

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Hi,

Can I request bsd males with a female reader who is shy around boys and sometimes even awkward, but because she hasn't had much interactions with boys before, so she doesn't know how to talk to them. Thanks, and have a great day/night!

BSD boys with a shy Fem!Reader

Fandom:Bungou Stray Dogs Pairings:Atsushi, Dazai, Chuuya X Fem!reader Genre:Fluff, Humour Format:Headcanons Warnings:None Word Count:0.8K A/n:ofc baby! sorry for keeping you waiting all this time :)

I only did some of them since you didnt specify the characters you wanted. did them separately, and reader is their colleague.Not proofread as always hehe.

Atsushi Nakajime

Totally understands you.

Like, its ok! Youre shy, hes shy, you have something in common at least!

His shyness does not stop him from trying to make conversation with you tho. Its true that you were kinda avoiding him and turned red whenever you ran into him, but you seem like a really nice person! He wants to be friends with you (maybe he wants something more, but is too shy to consider it)

you seemed really comfortable around Yosano and Naomi, but why were you so awkward around him? was he the problem? as always?

Well he obviously wasnt, but he wont find out unless you tell him. he'll try to get close to you again, and will blame himself even more when you continue shying away from him. it'll be more like an emotional damage, since you became one of the persons he admires.

but he does feel better when you open up a bit around him. not making up a lame axcuse and leave the room the minute he entered it like you usually did, and actually talk to him while gently smiling at him, he suddenly gets it.

He might not be the problem. you were just a normal person, and were acting like one. you werent the type of person who would immediately hit it off with other people, and unfortunately he was surrounded with so many peope like this (Dazai) that he didnt even bother to consider that theory.

so yeah. hes relieved that he isnt the problem, but he has something else to worry about now; which is how stunning and beautiful you are now that you became a bit closer with him and has made a few attemps to touch him (in a normal way). His poor heart might not be able to handle it <3

Osamu Dazai

this bitch

realises the reason at a first glance

you know that he LOVES teasing people, right? so basically, whenever youre focusing on something, he just shows up out of the blue and scares surprises you by hitting tapping on your shoulder, which makes you jump in the spot. "Hey Y/n-Chan! how are you doing today! looking stunning as ever, i see!"

he wasnt able to finish his sentence once because you accidentally punched him lol. it was really embarrassing given that he was your superior and stuff.

LOVES making physical contact. claims that hes not doing them unpurpose, but when your body completely sticks to his as he reaches over to grab something from the shelf, you know its not an accident.

hitting on you literally all the time. uses every chance he gets to send multiple pick up lines at you, and often gets scolded by Kunikida cause its not really appropriate to do this with a newbie.

when you finally get used to him and even start flirting back at some point, hes over the edge. like, he didnt know anyone could be this hot while saying stuff like that! hes even more attracted to you now.

will start other stuff as well. buying stuff for you when hes supposed to be focusing on the mission, picking out flowers because theyre pretty, he bets they look better on you hair.

Chuuya Nakahara

I dont think hes the smooth type of guy when it comes to woman. i mean hes not shy (not until you unexpectedly make a move on him lol) but hes not like Dazai either, So its a lot easier with him. he doesnt try to fluster you, or make unnecessary conversations.

but it is a bit odd to him. how you turn into a tomato whenever he talks to you. he doesnt even say something embarrassing or uncomfortable, then why are you like this?

"great. another weird person"

or maybe its not that weird.

anyway, this guy is gold, so he wont try to tease you about it, but like Atsushi, when he sees you being smooth around other people and actually make conversation with them, he gets pissed.

like what? hes not good enough or something? or perhaps he somehow managedto harm you and doesnt know about it?

and he gets so pissed (since he kinda likes you) that he comes to you and asks you straight up.

"Hey! do you have a problem with me?" Y/n: panics* "W-What? N-No! " "then why am i the only one youre avoiding? did i do something to you?" "no...its just that..."

when you manage to tell him that what the real problem is, hes surprised. all the people around him were different from you, acting like they know each other and their weaknesses for ages on their first meeting, so he never even considered this possibility.

he quickly apologises and leaves you alone, but that makes you feel bad. like, maybe youre making other people uncomfortable too, by acting like this.

so the next day when you actually go to him and start a normal conversation, hes happy. at first he thinks youre doing it out of pitty, embarrassment or something like that, but he gets even happier when you tell him youre not.

hopefully these normal conversations turn into something more :)

#chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd imagines #bungou stray dogs headcanons #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs #atsushi x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #osamu dazai x reader #osamu dazai x you #dazai x y/n #dazai x you #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Today is the day Andy Barber kills me

18+just incase warnings for The Purge mention of violence and killing knives gun serial killers death Andy being mean anger arguing fear from The Purge comments and replies welcome no reposting or publishing

I should have never gone out with him. I even if I broke up with him now it wouldn't matter somehow I know it someone would still come out after me.

"Honey?" I jumped as he put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry you ready to go?"

"Yea," I swallowed hard.

"It'll be ok, just like last year. It's safe."

The DA's office has a bunker used for the purge. Large enough for the lawyers and families. Andy lied and said we got married in Mexico. Three weeks after we first started casually seeing eachother the founding father party was elected and 4 months later we were exclusive then 6 months later the purge was put in to law but 5 weeks before that Andy took me on vacation to a Mexico resort. I dont know why but he.. not not until the Purge. Everyone expected years for it to be actually put in effect. 3 weeks later the first one started. I had no idea the time frame it sounds insane because it is

I remember we were watching a movie I was laying sort of in his lap but on his side and there was breaking news that cut through.

My hand flew up to my mouth and I gasped.

Andy was silent and he couldn't move because of me.

"He stroaked my hair

"Andy I, I dont know what to do.I can't I am I supposed to get a gun. Don't worry baby, he kissed my hair. The DA office has a plan for us, families.

"Andy we're not.-"

"I told them we were his hand ran up and down my arm to sooth me. That's what the vacation in Mexico was for I said we got married there and weren't telling anyone. Only the mayor knows he was the only one who needed to know. I said we wanted it to be a surprise and have a party and ceremony that we can plan on our terms out way get custom rings and that you were being very picky wanting perfection" he kissed my shoulder, "DA gets his own special room." He wrapped his arms around me. "We'll be safe. You'll be safe."

"Andy why didn't you tell me? You should've told me." I didnt know if I was happy or mad or relieved or ... or I don't know what.

"I didnt think this would happen so quick it was a just in case. When the mayor told me it was just for families and I said my wife will be relieved. I didnt have time to tell you."

"You knew before hand and didn't tell me?"

I was shaking.

"Because I knew that this would happen. I didn't want it on your mind but-"

"Andy you didnt have to have all this on your mind all by yourself. You dudnt have to do that. Promise me you you won't do that ever again."

"I Promise."

This year our relationship was mine and then it recently had become bit more . Well, more than a bit rocky. And I don't know why but it is. And I saw Andy was hiding knives and guns."

" I'll maybe I'll stay here. Maybe it'll be-."

He looked me square in the eyes. Holding my shoulders.

"Baby well be in a steel reinforced room that once I press a specific code on the inside it can't be opened from the outside. Okay."

"Okay." And then I looked down. Now I know for sure- Today's the day that Andy kills me.

"Come on. We'll pick up some food and well be safe you'll see."

"Order whatever you want Baby ok."

I get some fried chicken a a meatball hero for Andy and I to share and a peice of cake. He insisted on paying because that was the deal we came to. If one of us insisted on taking the other out for a celebration than that one pays. Otherwise it dutch unless its an anniversary.

I knew he'd be angry about the price but I just didn't care.

And now we're locked away, in my steel cage. One last meal I guess .

"Ok what now?"

"What?"

"You acting like... this... you're crying and-what this isn't enough for you."

"I'm sorry. I'm I'll stop. I'm grateful from everything you've done for me. I truly am Andrew I hope you know thst."

"So why have you been so god damn distant?"

"Me you're the one who starts yelling half the time. You come home late and upset and I know-"

"You know," he chuckled "You know what you don't fucking now anything."

"I'm sorry I'm sorry um so sorry please Andy just. You don't have to do this."

"I don't hu. Because I think I do."

"No please."

"For the love of fucking God."

"Andy."

"No we are in here for 10 hours so, so yea were fucking doing this. What the hell have you been so upset-"

"Can I just finish my dinner first. Please." I sniffle.

"Fine fine fucking eat away"

"You should eat too" I say

He just scoffs at me

"I'm sorry Andy. But please just rethink this. I'll leave when it's over you do-"

"Stop telling me what to do."

I broke down crying hyperventilating

"I'm sorry I'm..... so... s...... sorry....eeee please Andy I swear. I will leave you'll never see me-"

"STOP" His eyes are closed tight.

"again please Andy I know I know it's but I know you you'll regret it you please-"

"STOP IT"

"I just don't want to die please don't kill me." I look up at Andy and his mouth is open and

His eyes are starting to become teary eyed. I guess he didn't think I'd know that he'd be able to...

"If you have to just please make it quick i dont want to be stabbed or shot multiple times please you owe me that much after everything we've been I know I won’t last until morning and

"What" a broken voice somes through. He bends down to me.

He reached out with his hand to touch my face and I tried to pull back. I did as far as I could. But the wall was behind me.

"Baby I would never, never hurt you. I'd never " his eyes were roaming around my face.

"Andy the knifes and gun I saw them all. I know its just us don't"

He wrapped his arms around me. Tight.

"They were for protection just in case. God forbid something went wrong. I'd never I know The case has been hard and I know I've been snappy and rude and I'm blaming you but I-I' never."

"Andy, you said we were safe in here."

"We are. But I wanted safe guards. You really thought I'd kill you?" He looked so hurt and I think betrayed.

"Andy we've been fighting everyday. Outside of that we barely talk. It feels like it's just yelling. We don't even sleep in the same bed anymore." I looked at the floor continuing, "I've been waiting for you to break up with me and then I realized the purge was comming."

"Oh sweetheart no I-"

He wrapped his arms around me.

"The case im working on. The women this man hurt all Young pretty brunettrs looked so similar to you. They could've been you. I just- the day I saw those phones I bought whisky and scotch and sat in the driveway and drank and cried. I because it so easily have been you."

"I remember that night you I thought you cheated on me you smelt like a whore house all sweat and alcohol. Why$d you stop sleeping with me.

"The first night I had a terrible nightmare. Just that it was you. That i walked into thr crime scene and it was you on the floor. The same thing the next day. "

"So that's why you were lying to me? Andy you promised not to keep-"

"It wasn't a secret. We decided that I should try and-"

"We? Andy you never talked to me."

"No this therapist I've been seeing."

"Seeing?"

"As a patient. " he sat down across from me. That I needed to separate my personal life from the case and my fears. I knew you are safe but they were so terrifying. And I wasn't sleeping and I'd snap at you... well you know. I was Half of me was terrified I'd get attached and end upnwith a broken heart again because we were yelling and if not that what if we have the wrong man what if you'd be next I'd never forgive myself. But the other half of me know we have the right man. He even confessed showed us where more bodies are burried."

"Oh God Andy" I only knew now that the public didnt know half of the story probably because of purge news.

"But even though he was in custody and you were safe from him And I was afraid I'd push you away with just my nightmares. Every night. I'm taking pills just to sleep im just. I also don't want you to see me like that like this. I ways carry a gun now and knives and

"Andy." I threw my arms around him.

I had no idea he was this scared about this his case. He usually talks about his cases and I figured it was a hard one but nothing like this.

"Andy look at me you. You are an amazing man

I am so sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you just cheating on me."

"No I'd never cheat I just couldn't handle the pressure of the case and I wanted to protect you from it but I guess I made things worse."

He looked so guilty.

"No Andy you made nothing worse.

I'm the one who just assume you hated me that is one me. I could've talked to you-asked."

"Baby you're sitting here crying because you were sure I was going to kill you. "

What was I to say to that? it was true. I was so sure of it.

"Yea but you fixed it. You finally opened up."

"After you cried."

"So I'm pmsing"

"No you're not you have bhtat 2 weeks ago."

"See you're not ignoring me."

"I was wondering why you were getting one of every favorite thing like convict on death row."

"Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll be killed in the purge orand then yiu and I take another long vacation hm? Or if not now then when the case is over. Or better yet you let your co-counsel set in because Andy this case is making you I dont know its not good for you. He confessed he showed everything theres no need for you to continue this as the lead prosecution I do not care what the mayor says so just how up on the last day you know the news will just be on the purge for the next month basically."

Andy was sniffling and moved besided me.

"Yea I think you're right."

"I'm sorry did I just hear Andrew barber say I was right- Have I died and gone to heaven."

"Well baby I guess I have to stop practicing my opening and closing speeches on you." He reaches for a peice of my cake.

"Oh no way that is happening I love learning tips and tricks to get people to do say and think whatever I want."

The rest of the time in the bunker we cuddle and watched TV I fell asleep in Andy's arms and I woke up on them too. I have never been so happy the purge was around.

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It may have already been said somewhere and I just missed it, but how long was the partial custody for Megumi with the Zenins? I assumed it was once a month for a couple years, but I guess it also could’ve been every weekend (poor Megumi)

Maki remembered it as one weekend a month, but she was also like, six or seven when the Zenin still had partial custody, and whenever I have the memories come through that kind of haze of age, I always have them be kind of hit or miss in its accuracy. For example, Maki remembered Megumi as being five, but he was actually six when the arrangement started.

It started as one weekend per month at the beginning, which is how Maki remembers it--that was the number that the clan leadership brought to everyone else when they finally got Gojo to agree to partial custody, and the number that people bitched about and celebrated in turn whenever they were pissed that they only had him for a weekend a month or thrilled that they finally got some kind of time with him. If you ask Maki what the arrangement was, she would say it was one weekend per month.

In my mind, that's not an entirely accurate number. And it was mostly because the Zenin were constantly, constantly pushing their luck to get more time with him.

There was more than one time where they'd refuse to hand Megumi back over unless it was gojo personally come to retrieve him. Gojo was the only one who had the firepower to actually force them to give Megumi back--if he wasn't there and they wanted more time, then they'd just. Keep Megumi. And it wouldn't be until Gojo pulled himself away from his missions and showed up to personally pick him up that they'd suddenly cooperate again. If Gojo was out of contact or just too busy to get there--and the Zenin would ask their contacts in the higher ups to make sure he was--then they'd get a few extra days with him.

Which is another one of the reasons why Megumi's relationship with the adults suffered so badly during this time in his life. From his perspective, he was barely hanging on by a thread and struggling through each day with the Zenin, and he'd finally, finally get to the end of the weekend, and Naoya would come up and tell him that Gojo hadn't bothered to send anyone to pick him up and that they'd get to keep him all week. It would crush him every time.

But in reality, Nanami would be parked right outside of the Zenin compound, having arrived early to get him, pissed as hell and fuming on the phone through this endless phone tree of assistants trying to get Gojo on the line so that he could come back to get Megumi himself, because the Zenin wouldn't even so much as let him through the front door.

Back then, the trio were just young and easy to take advantage of and were honestly, really, desperately trying to make this somehow work. They had no idea how bad it was for Megumi on the Zenin compound and didn't want him to just. fucking hate this people that they assumed he'd build some kind of relationship with. They'd always downplay how fucking pissed they were at his family too, because they were trying to keep it together for the sake of the kid, who actually didn't want it together to begin with. So when they finally got him back, and Megumi asked why no one had come to get him, they'd never say "Your shithead bio family wouldn't goddamn give you back when we first showed up and Gojo had to threaten to rip Naobito's spine out his asshole so they'd let us take you home this time," it'd always be something like "You know, bud, your family really, really wanted to spend a little bit more time with you" or "Your family only wants Gojo to pick you up and Gojo was just really busy this time."

Eventually, Megumi stopped asking. He had already decided that they didn't care enough about him to come. He didn't need them to say it out loud.

In my mind, Megumi's pride is something that's always been very important to him. And I don't mean that he's prideful--it's that he knows what it's like to be kicked when he's down, but he won't give them the goddamn satisfaction of making him cry too. It's about maintaining dignity. He has no intimation about whether he can win every fight, but they won't get him to fucking beg for mercy when he loses it. Even when he was facing up against Sukuna, he never once begged for mercy or let him see him flinch.

In my mind, a lot of that was born during this time of Megumi's life. He was in a scenario where he was helpless and afraid. He asked for help, and he didn't get it, and that cut him deeper than anything the Zenin ever did to him. So he wasn't going to repeat mistakes. He wasn't going to ask for help that was. not. coming. So the Zenin keeping him past when custody was agreed to was another thing he just sort of started swallowing and not fighting on when it kept happening, which made the teen parenting trio think he didn't mind as much when it happened, which made them a little bit more lax when it came to the zenin overstepping. If megumi hated it there, he'd make more of a fuss when he had to stay longer, wouldn't he? He'd say something instead of just quietly getting in the car. And they were all so busy with missions that it was hard to die on the same hill every time pickup rolled around.

Like. Fuck. Gojo was staying up for a week straight by official design because he had so many missions that he legitimately didn't have time for sleep scheduled in it. This was the kind of mission load he got more and more whenever the Zenin's monthly visitation weekend rolled around, because the Zenin were pulling strings to keep him busy. Nanami showed up on time to do pickup, got turned away at the door, spent three hours on the phone trying to get someone to tell the Zenin to give him the fucking kid back, all while fielding hacked off phone calls from assistants trying to get his ass to go on his own missions. They had Tsumiki at home losing her goddamn mind because they promised her that her brother would be back today and he wasn't and they needed to figure out who was managing her while the trio were all off on their own jobs (because while they had somehow not died in a house fire when Toji left them on their own for months they all quickly learned that a seven year old really really should not be left on her own for a week), and forcing the Zenin to give Megumi back meant that they needed to make arrangements for him too. things slipped.

Like. I want to be clear, the teen parenting trio failed majorly around this time, but they failed because they were specifically set up to fail by adults who were dedicating all of their time to tearing them apart. There's this like, entire saga back then with how they were manipulated and how this got so bad that lives in my head that only comes in through as patchwork in the text of sea glass gardens itself. the audience only sees the effects and how bad it got, and in retrospect, it seems obvious that the Zenin never should have gotten any time alone with megumi, especially if they're pulling shit like refusing to give megumi back when their time with him is up.

But it's like this:

They each have twenty four hours in the day to use. Let's assume eight needs to be for sleep. That leaves sixteen hours in the day to fit in food, personal errands, missions, studies, hobbies, and taking care of Tsumiki and Megumi.

So the Zenin would say, great, make sure they have seventeen hours worth of missions on the day that they're meant to get Megumi.

Nanami wouldn't get quite the same treatment as Gojo. It would be more obvious with Nanami since he could never manage at the same level as Gojo, and he'd make sure that no one scheduled him for missions when he was supposed to be collecting Megumi.

But they would schedule him immediately before. And immediately after. And it's impossible to tell when missions end for certain, because it depends on how fast he finishes the fight. Now he's rushing to be there on time for Megumi. He can't just send Ijichi or Shoko--they're already refusing him half the time, they'll just laugh if they send a noncombatant to get Megumi--and there's already higher ups trying to divert his fucking car onto the next mission because he's late for that.

If they don't give him Megumi, that's hours of trying to get ahold of Gojo, because he accidentally destroys phones like they're made of soap bubbles, and it's fucking hard to figure out where he even is in the world in that moment. More likely than not, he's going to have to leave and come back tomorrow, where he has another fifteen-sixteen-seventeen hours worth of missions going on tomorrow. He already lost three hours to trying to get Megumi. With the seventeen hours worth of missions, that's twenty hours in his day gone, and he's got four hours to what--sleep? He hasn't even finished his commute yet, let alone getting food, showering, getting Tsumiki in order--

The Zenin giving him Megumi when he asks means he needs to get Megumi home. He needs to make sure there's groceries in the house. He needs to make sure that Megumi has his toothbrush and doesn't need any bandaids and drank enough water recently. Just chatting about Megumi's day with him represents resources--time, energy, mental space--that Nanami's on extremely short supply of.

Gojo, meanwhile, doesn't get seventeen hours worth of missions--he gets thirty hours worth of missions to cram into a twenty-four hour day. He's gojo satoru. he'll figure it out. And he gets that workload every single day in his week. There's a lot of curses, and only one him. They're desperate. There's a huge influx of curses, and a personnel crises, and if the ends don't meet then people die. He's the only special grade that even does missions anymore. People needs him to make it work, and he doesn't really need sleep anyway. He can handle the load, because he's gojo fucking satoru and can do what no one else can.

Getting the phone call that the Zenin refused to return Megumi again means he has to travel back from wherever the hell he is in the world, go to the Zenin compound, knock on the door, tell them to give him back his fucking kid, only for them to immediately return him with minimal grumbling when they were telling Nanami three hours ago that he'd need a tank and an army to so much get them to open the door. He's got a million and one things to do, and he knows that if he makes the trip all the way back to get Megumi, all he's going to be doing is walking him from the Zenin compound to the car. It takes the wind out of his sails. It feels like task that anyone could do even if they'll only technically cooperate for him, so it has this manufactured sense of being a waste of time.

It frayed their already thin nerves even farther, because Gojo started feeling like he has to do everything and Nanami felt frustrated with himself and Gojo because it's impossible when he does it but the Zenin comply as soon as Gojo flies back from the other side of the goddamn world just to do a custody pick up. And then all the other little things that are falling apart--like the fact that they need to get groceries, the fact that neither Megumi nor Tsumiki have done their homework for Monday and also they're out of toothpaste--build into a huge, exhausting burden when they'd normally be nonissues.

If Megumi's with the Zenin, he's in a secure location where they know he has food. They know that there's adults there making sure he's eating, sleeping, isn't running into traffic, etc. Fuck, the issue is that they're too attentive to him--they want to keep him and take care of him for even longer.

And Megumi doesn't seem to mind. He stopped asking them to pick him up on time weeks ago.

The Teen Parenting Trio were out of their minds with exhaustion, felt like everything was falling apart, and the fact that the Zenin kept violating the custody agreement just... almost seemed to solve more problems than it caused. If they fought it, it would mean endless hours of more work for them, when they were already too busy to even get proper sleep. If they just let them get in a few more days, then they knew Megumi was getting three square meals and had adult supervision. It means they don't have to pick up groceries, because they have enough for one kid but not too. It's less toothpaste they have to buy and less meals they have to prepare, and they were just so goddamn tired that they couldn't do that stuff to begin with.

The Zenin would sometimes get more than a weekend because they would bend over backwards to make the Teen Parenting Trio too overwhelmed to force them to give Megumi back after a weekend. On the weekends where they were set to get Megumi, they would just take all or most of their clan off the roster entirely and push their workload onto gojo and, to a much lesser extent, nanami. They would arrange circumstances to make them frustrated with each other and at each other's throats instead of showing a united front. They were a lot of very experienced, very manipulative adults putting 100% of their effort towards breaking a group of grieving teenagers, and they succeeded in a lot of ways.

Megumi just started shutting down after he didn't get help when he first asked, so the teen parenting trio didn't realize how bad it was for him there, but the visits that went long were always the worst for him. A part of him would always worry that they were never coming back. The Zenin would always tell him that they hadn't come because they didn't care about him or didn't want him because he had misbehaved, so he'd constantly feel like he was on the verge of losing tsumiki and being trapped there forever.

Megumi never, ever has admitted it to anyone, but he still has nightmares about being trapped in the Zenin compound without a way out, even with all the years buffering them. He doesn't want to tell Gojo or his sister. He hates that he's fifteen and still having nightmares of them. He always told himself that Gojo had kept his word and that there was nothing the Zenin could do to get past Gojo, so there was nothing they could do to force him back there.

This last week felt a lot like being trapped in one of those nightmares.

When Megumi was a kid, there were a few very rare times that Gojo let Zenin have him more than once a month. Which, again--in hindsight, he can't believe he ever did that. He hates himself for it sometimes. In the moment, though, it made sense. They'd always give him back to Nanami without a fight if Gojo caved and let them have him twice a month instead of once. It was less of a headache to give them a couple extra days in the month than fight them for a week about returning him on time. There were a few anniversaries and events that were important to the clan that they kicked up a huge fuss about getting Megumi for as well, and this was nominally supposed to improve clan relations. Fuck it, letting them have Megumi for the anniversary of whatever was the sort of compromise Yaga said they were supposed to be making.

For the most part, it was one weekend a month. That was the original agreement. that was what it was always supposed to be. But there were a few months that it was two or three times a month. There were a few times it was for a week instead of a weekend. And the Zenin were constantly fighting for more time.

I never set in stone a definitive amount of time that the arrangement went on. In my mind, it went on for around a year and a half before the Zenin overstepped and they had to go no contact, but I'm not married to it. It's nebulous.

#sea glass gardens #the zenin really really just hit megumi with all of his vulnerabilities at once #they really did hurt him in a way that is hard for him to verbalize #megumi spent his childhood stuck on that compound trying to run down the clock until gojo would come get him and terrified that he #wouldn't come or that megumi wouldn't make it that long #now he's fifteen and he feels like he's six again and he knows that he cannot run down this clock #gojo isn't going to get him in time. he is not going to make it. #he was so scared of dying in that fucking compound as a kid and he thought that it was finally happening #really the only thing that could hurt him worse than what the zenin have already done was to find out that they “love” him #he just could not take that right now #he feels like the monsters under his bed just crawled out and dug their teeth into him and the only consolation is that that's what monster #do. you don't expect more from them. at least it's predictable. #if you tell them that the zenin did it because they loved him all along it would just break him. they are the worst thing that ever happene #to him. they have hurt him more profoundly than anyone else alive. and they cannot goddamn tell him they did it out of love.

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Dollar Bin #2:

Jerry Jeff Walker's Viva Terlingua!

There are certain truths we hold as self evident. Anyone who ever takes their valuable time to read the nonsense in this blog knows that Blood on the Tracks and Damn the Torpedoes belong in every middle aged white guy's record collection. Similarly, they know that Eric Clapton, post Cream, is not worth listening to and that you are better off never having seen Van Morrison live in my lifetime, and I'm older than you. It's easy to know the truth. Neil Young has no faults, unless you wind up marrying him. Beer is good for me.

This second installment of the Record Bin makes the case for a lesser known truth: Jerry Jeff Walker deserves intentional, honored space in your very own dollar bin. Indeed, he deserves to take up significant quality time in your life! We'll use his best known record, Viva Terlingua!, as our basis of proof.

But first, if you don't already have its perfectly shambolic opening notes running in your head, give a listen:

Walker tells us exactly what we need to know in that opening riff and his "Ahhhh..... Buckeroos": we are mid-story already; he's just back from a smoke break in the pig pen and he's picking up where he left off, sliding some seemingly insignificant musings at us and his anxious producer Mike, musings which actually contain the meaning of life, at least according to Jerry Jeff.

This whole record sounds like a legendary party we are forever sad to have missed. Come to the end of the record and you'll wish the party would keep going - and then it does keep going, with the band diving back into yet another chorus of London Homesick Blues. Are these people still drunk?

I don't know about you but other music which strives to conjure up a live drunken hoedown - I'm thinking of Rainy Day Woman and the frat boy early take of Madame George - always sound a little sinister. Getting stoned, as in rocks being thrown at you, doesn't sound fun no matter how much those Nashville Cats scream, nor does getting raided by transphobic cops. But I'm forever fired up about the party inside Viva Terlingua. Burritos! Tacos! Everclear!

Not even The Basement Tapes sound like this much fun to me. Sure, I'd love find myself in Big Pink, making shit up with Bob during I'm Your Teenage Prayer. But while we were at it, I'd have to keep an anxious eye on Richard Manuel, knowing the doom that lies in his/our future. No so with Viva Terlingua: transport me back to Luckenbach, Texas in August 1973 and I'd get drunker than I did on car bombs at my famous brother's (https://doomandgloomfromthetomb.tumblr.com/) wedding. I'd remember every glorious moment of that night with Jerry Jeff for the rest of my life.

But let's talk about Jerry Jeff's singing. Van Morrison is my favorite screamer and Sandy Denny is the best singer in the history of white people, but who else can turn their own voice-crack into joyful art? Catch Jerry at the end of Sangria Wine: Woah-OH!-oh-oh-oh, he LOVES sangria wine. Jerry shows us just how high you can get on the stuff, his voice staggering with joy. It's not beautiful; it's awesome.

The voice-crack, I declare, is a vital ingredient to a lot of the best manrock from the 70's. It's a big part of Kristofferson's whole wonderful shtick, and I'd argue that one of the big reasons why we all love hanging out in the Ditch with Neil is because he falls apart vocally while telling us he's a vampire or while describing the sun climbing his hood ornament. Sure, Richard Thompson has shown us since the 80's that he is well poised to voice a cartoon British lion in a musical remake of Robin Hood, but I prefer him when he's searching for notes he'll never find on his first record. Apparently his song Mary and Joseph from that outing is too bizarre and off tune to even merit existence on youtube, otherwise it would appear below this sentence. But trust me, it features some Jerry Jeff level voice-cracks.

While we are at it, the voice-crack seems to be missing from modern music: a problem! Jeff Tweedy reaches for one on occasion, I suppose, and Adele has taken over for Sarah McGlachlan, turning them into graceful beauty. But who's out there Bob Pollarding themselves from amateurism to epic in one wild ride of a syllable?

Don't be fooled, however: Viva Terlingua is far more than just a jubilant rager. The songwriting and arrangements are discreetly brilliant: everyone sounds drunk, and maybe they really are, but they worked their asses off to get things straight beforehand.

Let's start with the second track, Desperadoes Waiting For A Train. Walker had already introduced the world to the relatively unknown Guy Clark with his cover of LA Freeway a few years before but Clark's Desperadoes is on a whole other level. It's the kind of song that leaves you wondering what else a songwriter could possibly have left to say afterwards about their own biography. Write a song like Desperadoes and there can't be much more in the tank. Name another song that is convincingly about the love between a boy and his grandma's drunk boyfriend. Can't be done. Find me another song that's half as sad and sweetly funny at the same time, or that's so straight-forward and concise in its story telling, yet cryptically elusive in its chorus. How are this kid called Sidekick and the weeping old man who is teaching him how to drive like Desperadoes Waiting For a Train? I don't know, but they are, and it's awesome.

The whole thing is a master class in song lyrics as far as I'm concerned, standing alongside Paul Simon's Hearts and Bones and Kristofferson's Sunday Morning Coming Down as songs that tell you exactly what you need to know about a relationship or person through surprising, crystalline imagery. They are perfect short stories.

And Walker owns the track, mournfully and righteously working through each stage of the boy's unique relationship with that driller of oil wells, that old school man of the world. Walker can flat out sing, and the slower the beat, the deeper and more aching he becomes.

Somehow, even though he was capable of writing a transcendent song like Mr Bojangles, Walker is often at his best when singing other people's songs. He doesn't cover them, he recreates them, a la our beloved late Sinead O'Connor. Check out Walker's version of One Too Many Mornings from Viva Terlingua's sequel of sorts, A Man Must Carry On. Jerry Jeff writes his own damn verse!

Finally, how about his amazing band. Take one of the album's lesser tracks, Get it Out. Leading into the bridge an organ surges, then backs off; no player on this record claims their own space for more than a perfect moment. Instead, they pass around leadership with as much care as a shared bottle of the good stuff among thoughtful friends. Later in the bridge all the players rest together and let Jerry ad his choir of drunken angels dive into some CSNish do do do dos. Together they make the blog's favorite villain, Stephen Stills, and his dopey band mates sound like they'll never even get the chance to love the one their with because everyone out there would rather get it on with Jerry and his crew.

Anyway, go and get your own copy of this record. I've bought not one, but three copies of Viva Terlingua in my life: the first for $12, which skips, the second for $5, which skips, and a final one, with full exasperation, for $1, which.... doesn't skip! Why, oh why, do I ever look outside the dollar bin?

#jerry jeff walker #vinyl records #richard thompson #sandy denny #sinead o'connor #bob dylan #neil young #stephen stills sucks #Youtube #guided by voices

[kmze]

Did Dr*es ship KC because she actually liked it or did she simply capitalise on its instant popularity and see it from the POV of pilot Caroline who wanted to be picked/desired by a guy which,predominantly,is the exact same sentiment of most Caroline/KC stans?Although Caroline wanted to be desired by someone SHE wanted in the pilot and not just anyone but caroline's voice was always ignored by fans and writers alike.And it was evident in the KC narrative.Klaus relentlessly pursued Caroline to the point that it turned into an obsession, self-indulgent,one-sided and violent until Caroline succumbed to his various pressure points:physically,emotionally and psychologically in 5×11 but refused to take ,whatever they had, any further.(Ironically it was her who said Caroline is madly in love with Stefan and has been in love with him for a while.)Candice had once said that in Caroline's mind Klaus,the bad boy,could chase her till the sun came up but the Caroline she had grown into wouldn't budge.And I think Plec touched upon that in TO finale when Caroline told Klaus that the chase was what made it more fun.I think she was never going to let KC be a legit relation probably because she never let SC go.That woman probably secretly writes SC marriage diaries during her free time.She even called KC " our inner fan girl fantasy" at a convention.

Oh no Anon I think she truly likes KC outside of anything to do with what the fans want, I don't think she actually cares what fans want she just likes to lie in interviews to gas people up and fool them. I think she likes KC for the same reason she like SK, Klaus and Katherine are the ultimate pursers of Caroline and Stefan and it's mostly about wearing them down until they get their love confession. That's why like you said above they had a lot of similarities in S5, plus Dries wrote some of KC greatest hits like 3x14, 4x23 and 7x14. TBH I think Dries can just be flat out full of shit in a lot of things she says so I really don't take what she says in interviews seriously at all, the way she spun S7 at SDCC was some next level bullshit.

I think Julie more than any other writer has some enthusiasm for every ship and tries to give everyone something (unless of course it’s Bonnie). She's also more open to catering to the fans if she wants to, like the DE rain kiss or the June wedding mentions in S8 (like I think she played it up because fans were so excited at SDCC). I think that's exactly how Plec saw it re: KC, because there was nothing stopping her from making KC endgame on TO besides simply not wanting to. She also made it that Caroline didn't kiss Klaus when they were in Mystic Falls and instead he got a good-bye kiss in NOLA which was not as strong IMO. I still think the clock tower was about Caroline remembering Stefan because JP released the "Mrs. Forbes-Salvatore" scene the day of TO's S4 finale. Just the way she talks about SC makes me think she likes them the most of all the ships, and maybe if she got a S5 for Legacies with Candice actually appearing we would have got more mentions. When the Legacies musical aired I noticed she liked the tweet below and she hardly ever likes anything that shipper-y (yes I know she was tagged but that just means she saw it easier). She also tweeted “happy tears” about the Steroline proposal episode you could tell she loved it too.

#anon for ts