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my-heart-beat-for-anime · 8 months

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Jann Mardenborough x reader

Pt.1,Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5

It's finally here," Jann shouted into the phone. There was an excited squeal from the other end. "How does it look, please tell and exaggerate." the female voice on the other phone sounded as excited as Jann himself felt.,, It's amazing Y/N, it fits right into my hands I don't regret the hours I worked." he replied with a dreamy voice. "You must let me play with that new steering wheel sometime ." "Well I don't know Y/N you ruined my score last time." Jann never let Y/N forget how the last time he let her play Gran Turismo she crashed and ruined his score several times in the game. "That was only once." said the woman irritatedly. Both of them laughed amused and warmed it Jann's heart.

All he could remember Y/N was in his life. They got to know each other thanks to the fact that their mothers had been friends for a long time and dreamed that their children would be best friends too. It didn't go smoothly at first because the first thing little Jann did was to pull Y/N on her braid and she slapped him in the face in return. It took a long time for them to reconcile, but to the joy of their mothers, they eventually became good friends. We can't even count how many nights you've spent playing video games, eating junk food, and laughing uncontrollably. But then came a difficult period for Jann. He dropped out of school to pursue his dream of racing but his father wasn't too keen. So when the competition for the best gran turismo player came out and the winner would have the chance to compete professionally, it was clear to you that Jann had to sign up. He gave in to your insistence and it finally paid off. You've never been happier together, you celebrated. But then came the sad part of saying goodbye. You gave each other a last hug and a promise to call each other. You said that you are proud that he goes headlong into it like this and that you are happy when he is following his dream. You stayed with him the longest. You looked into each other's eyes and started thinking about how you will miss him, how he won't always be there to support you. As if you were caught in the moment, you started to get closer to each other, but suddenly someone next to you shouted and that woke you up from the magical moment. You both just cleared your throat. Jann said goodbye and left. And all you had left were tears in your eyes.

So what do you think? I plan to do next part if you want.

I am also open to any requeste.

#gran turismo #jann mardenborough #jannmardenboroughxreader #jacksalter #granturismofanfic #david harbour #nicholascapa #racing #archie madekwe #fanfic

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vicsy · 1 year

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Losing my last marbles over the shift in the narrative between Fernando and Lance cause I'm pretty sure would could have spend even more months speculating how it's gonna go and still none of us could expect this.

I don't think it's an exaggeration but there is that new layer to Fernando's innate villainry everyone is so used to. He's very aware of how people perceive him and he openly revels in it, laughs in the face of people who always say he's too much, you know? It's really hard to find anyone who has racing running through their blood the way Fernando does. Not only does he love it with all his heart, but his approach is also incredibly smart.

And Fernando has this immeasurable hunger for winning, to the point where it's meant to an end. He'll get what he wants. He'll claw his way to victory, step on the heads and hands of other people, and terrorize his teammates for days on end. We've seen it happen for years and, like, we can joke about age, times changing, and other stuff, but he's so different with Lance.

I always say that both Lance and Fernando are two ends of the same spectrum that finally met in the middle and fucking sparkles flew. Whatever they have going is blossoming and flourishing wonderfully under the eyes of the people who rarely had anything good to say about Lance and often painted Fernando as someone he isn't.

It's in that way they both act around each other and you know, you know it's not for show. Cause Lance is just himself all the time, he literally doesn't waste his energy on putting up a facade, and Fernando never bent under the pressure, staying true to what makes him a race car driver.

Which makes it all more interesting is how literally everyone was expecting Fernando to wage psychological warfare against Lance, bite his head off two races into the season but instead, he's just nice. Joke all you want but my fucking god I am not coping well with the unexpected tenderness between them. The radio messages from Baku? Incredible.

When you look at Fernando you see this man who perseveres through everything life throws at him, who has no shame in getting what he wants, and what he wants is to win, always, but. He's in a great car, on the rise, tearing through competition and something in Lance turned the stone chains around his heart into dust and Fernando wants even more now. And that thing he wants, the thing Fernando didn't know he was looking for, that something that was missing from the narrative — he found it in Lance. Even if it hasn't really dawned on him why he wants to see Lance smile just for him, why he'll go out of his way to help him out; why he started to care so much about him in his own unhinged way.

Fernando sacrifices himself fully to the race, it's the love of his life. But his heart cracked and made space for someone else who couldn't be more different than Fernando himself and yet he fits there perfectly, like he belongs. So he just follows this new feeling that Lance brought to Fernando like a gift, follows that longing to not just win but share it with someone. Turn his head to the side and not see an empty space next to him; fend off the hollowness that follows hard-earned victories at times.

After all, it always gets lonely at the top.

#fucking incoherent at 2 am but fuck pals #the narrative is compelling #their love for each other is unhinged #strollonso #alonstroll #lancenando #lance stroll #fernando alonso #nando

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kakashiislut · 10 months

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You didn’t mean to literally tame the man. No no. Yet, Everytime before you’d give ghost the most jaw dropping, heavenly, sloppy and wet Head, you always seemed to put your hair up right into a pony tail. You didn’t think about it, of course! Why would you, you have to keep your hair out of your face (and mouth) if you’re gonna go down on him.

You and ghost have been…messing around, you could say. Whether it was quickly in his office, or a blind spot the camera didn’t pick up, or even back in your own place.

“Woah woah, Y/N with her hair down! What’s happening” soap rose from his seat quickly, reaching over to gently touch your locks of hair. “Ah, ya, all those constant buns and crap have been making my head ACHEEE!” You spoke dramatically, letting Johnny run his fingers through your hair.

“Well, better be carful,” Gaz cut in “if cap sees you with your hair down, he might scold you” you quirked a small smile. “We aren’t even doing anything, and I bet he’d understand why”

“Understand what?” Price pushed himself right into the convo, coming into the kitchen from the door that seemed too small for men like him (and ghost).

“Oh! Morning cap!” You kept your chill. “Is it fine if I keep my hair down?-“

“your hair is down” oh shit, you didn’t even notice ghost slip in…or even start brewing some water in the kettle for some tea.

“Dammit, L.T!” Soap huffed, hand over his heart. “How many times have I told you to STOP sneaking up on us”

Ghost almost chuckled, “don’t keep your guard down.”

“I’d rather you keep it in a low pony tail” Price went back to your question, giving you a small smile. “No hair down, just incase”

“Okay! That’s fine” Y/N brightly smiled at the older man, making his heart race. Price would do anything for his little girl. (Not at all related, she just reminds him of the daughter he never had)

Slipping your hair tie off your wrist, you placed your hair in a low pony tail. “How do I look, Simon” you Said, acting like a hair stylist as you showed off your new (slightly sloppy, but funny) look.

He just stared.

Just stared.

For a min or two, you watched as his shifted uncomfortably, untucked his shirt under his vest.

“I-it’s Fine” he turned right back around.

“I think it looks totally fabulous, Dawling” Gaz exaggerated a “fashionista” accent, placing the back of his hand over his forehead.

Meanwhile, ghost slipped out as fast as he could. Fuck fuck fuck, was all that was running through his head. “Why am I hard” he whispered, going towards a one stall bathroom. Locking the door, he lifted up his shirt to stare down at his hard on.

“All she did was put her hair up…that’s all…why am I bugging rn” he mumbled, placing his palm over his cock and starting to lightly massage it to ease the “pain”.

“Simon…” a sweat, yet malicious, voice spoke behind the door “are you okay? Simon…let me in.”

“Oh thank god….”

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I was thinking about this one story where this girl accidentally ”tamed” her bf, by putting her hair up Everytime before she gave him head. He would always get hair when she’d put her hair up casually.

As soon as Y/N put her hair up, Simon was ROCK SOILD. Oh and sweet, evil Y/N knew what was up when he left. :)

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kybercrystals94 · 3 months

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But She Still Cries

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 1 | Prompt 1: Helpless

Rating: G

Words: 350

Summary: Omega tries to comfort Crosshair…Crosshair doesn’t know how to do the same. (Character Focus: Crosshair, Omega)

Omega is waiting by the door when they return him to the cell. She doesn’t say anything when she wraps an arm around his waist and accepts his weight when he leans against her a little too heavily. They stumble to the cot, and Crosshair sits down with a sigh that wheezes out like a whine.

“Do you want water?” she asks.

Crosshair shakes his head.

“Okay,” Omega says. She sits down next to him, presses into his arm, takes his hand in hers and twines their fingers together. “Do you want to hear another story?”

Crosshair doesn’t respond, but he grips her hand. It is answer enough.

Omega tells the story about Tech winning the pod race. Details like names and places are omitted, their absence replaced with lies obvious to Crosshair, but confusing to anyone who is listening in. Omega embellishes with laughably exaggerated details — a skill she learned from Wrecker undoubtedly.

Crosshair listens, eyes closed, heart broken. It is strange, listening to memories of his brothers that he does not share, from a person – a sister – he does not know. While she is chronologically older than him, biologically, she is much younger, a child. A being that should be cared for and comforted; and yet, since her arrival in his cell, she has taken the role of nurturer. It feels wrong, but he accepts it, telling himself that it is for her benefit. Obviously, feeling useful keeps her calm. She doesn’t cry as much since he’s relented to being coddled.

But she still cries.

Like now.

Her story cuts off sharply, and she takes a shuddering breath. Her hold on Crosshair’s hand tightens. “I miss them.”

Crosshair is exhausted and pained, every muscle protesting movement. Even his mind aches, a throbbing pulse. He doesn’t know what to say or do that would bring her solace, because, really, there is nothing he can offer. Not when his decisions put them here.

“My heart hurts,” Omega whispers, voice shaky.

Crosshair recognizes the affliction with excruciating clarity, the tight fist of loss and regret.

And there’s nothing he can do.

END

A/N: I am absolutely ecstatic to start Febuwhump 2024! Most of the stories will be TBB themed; however, I might toss some TCW stories in the ring for your consideration.

✨Let me know if you’d like to be on my taglist! ✨

Taglist: @followthepurrgil @isthereanechoinhere96 @amorfista @mooncommlink @arctrooper69 @nagyanna424

#Febuwhump #febuwhumpday1 #febuwhump 2024 #Prompt 1: Helpless #The Bad Batch #Star Wars the Bad Batch #Star Wars #TBB #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #TBB Crosshair #TBB Omega #Whump #I know that season three is going to totally throw this story out of the canon and into AU territory #stories by Kyber #fics by kyber

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 29 days

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James Potter hadn't always done reasonable things in life. He had made mistakes. He had hurt people. He wasn’t always nice. And he felt ashamed of it.

As a kid, James had everything he wanted. The coolest toys, the best parents he could ask for, money, a big house with a large garden and a pool, a dog to play with, delicious food to choose from and most importantly endless love. That's what made him a bit of an asshole.

It was James's need to make friends, to make kids his age like him that made him act like a selfish twat. He bragged without noticing how others might feel. He made jokes that sometimes could hurt people's feelings. He did pranks to others that sometimes got out of hand.

For James, these things weren't wrong. He found them innocent. Just to have fun. Just to be cool. James was just a kid who wanted to have friends, be liked and have as much fun as he could.

Then James grew up and things started changing around him. He started noticing that not every kid had the luck he had. For example, Sirius, his best friend, had money and everything he wanted but horrible parents. His other friend Peter lacked of confidence because his father disappeared the moment he was born. But yet, James made those two the same way he was. It was more about forgetting about their issues while pranking, breaking the rules and having fun than actually fixing anything.

There were three things that made James open his eyes.

The first one was Remus Lupin. When he arrived, James wasn't happy. He felt threatened by how close he was of Sirius. He got a bit jealous. So he was a bit cold, even mean with Remus. It was until he found out about his past life. Remus had been made fun of, pranked and bullied by other kids his entire life for being trans. And James wondered: "Haven't I done similar things to others?"

The second one was Lily Evans and the way she had called him an arrogant bully. The way she said it wasn't like the silly insults she repeated to him after he tried to flirt with her. This time she had yelled full of rage, leaving James speechless. It had been fair since he had tried to ask her out after her father had died (although he didn't know about it at the time). James understood that the girl he fancied really hated him.

The third and more important reason happened just now, the day before New Year's when James overheard a conversation between his parents he should have never heard.

"We should not tell James for now" his father was saying "You know him. He would act as if this is serious"

"But it is serious, Monty!" Hearing his mother cry had broken his heart "We are not going to pretend you are okay because you aren't."

"Is not that I am sick, Effie. My immune system is just a bit weaker"

"Weaker? Just with a tiny fever you can actually die, Fleamont. You can bloody die and leave me alone"

The way James knew it was something awful and serious was because Euphemia cried. She was sobbing into Fleamont's chest. And Euphemia wasn't a crier. She was always strong, hiding away her emotions. So what James felt in that moment was fear. It was more like panic. Like the one he used to feel when he was little and he was afraid of the dark. His hands shook. His heart raced. He felt his skin shiver in cold.

When James returned to his room, his mind was flooding with thoughts. Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe his hearing was as bad as his sight. Maybe his parents had been exaggerating. This couldn't be right. Fleamont was the strongest man he knew. Sporty and healthy. A bloody rock if you asked him. This couldn't be right.

"So, did you ask them?" Sirius asked as soon as James crossed the door.

In James's mind that question didn't make sense. It felt wrong that Sirius looked as happy as he did after those news.

"Ha?" It was all that came out of his mouth.

"Marlene confirmed she is going to some club with her brothers" Sirius said as he texted "I thought you were asking your parents if we can go"

"Not to be rude or anything but this grown up party is boring" Peter added "Plus you like the McKinnons"

"He workships them more like. Especially Adam" Sirius added with a chuckle "Wait until you see Prongs following Adam like a lost puppy, Moony"

James wasn't even listening. For the first time he wished his friends weren't around. Or any adult that was downstairs. He wanted it to be the three of them. His parents and him. So they could discuss this. And Fleamont would tell him everything would be okay.

"Are you okay, James?" Remus asked with concern when James didn't answer.

The others noticed his expression because they stopped smiling and waited to hear the bad news. But James wasn't ready to tell them. It would make it true. He didn't even know what was going on.

"I don't... I don't think... we should... go...out" James had never spoken as slowly and low as now.

"Why not?" Peter asked "You were the one to say you were bored as an oyster"

"Shut up, Wormtail!" Sirius snapped "Did something happen, James?"

James looked at Sirius. His second in command. His best friend in the world. His brother. How could he tell Sirius?.

"Yeah!" he cleared his throat before his voice broke "I mean they said no... Fleamont and Euphemia... They want us to stay"

"What? Why?" Peter pouted.

Remus kept looking at him as if he knew everything.

James shrugged, grabbing a football from the floor.

"I'm going to kick it for a while..."

"Now? It is almost midnight" Remus reasoned. James just shrugged.

"Want us to come with you?" Sirius asked with his eyebrow raised.

"No! You stay here and finish those beers" James faked a smile to calm them down. Even if he wanted to die in the inside "I'll be right back"

"Be back before midnight!" Peter yelled as James climbed down the stairs two at the time.

James unleashed his frustration with the poor ball kicking as hard as he could, tossing it to the other side of the property and hitting it like a punch ball.

All he could think about was that his father was sick, probably dying and James was so terrible, he wouldn't make him proud. Fleamont's son was arrogant, a brag, a rebel who had been into trouble several times and probably a bully. What was there to be proud of?

"Only you would play football on New Year's in this cold night"

Fleamont had been James's role model since he could remember. He had promise to grow just like him. But he was horrible. He wasn’t the man his father was. Why wasn't James sick instead of him?

"You shouldn't be outside, Dad" James sniffed rolling the ball between his feet, eyes locked on it "It is freezing"

"Dad, is it now? Weren't you too cool to call me that? You've been calling me Fleamont or Old Man for a while now. It actually sounded weird to hear that, you little brat"

James's eyes were burning with tears at this point.

"Do I have privileges now that I am a bit sick?"

James's head turned as quickly as possible. Fleamont Potter was smiling under the moonlight. His glasses reflected the light. His hands were on his pockets. He was dressed elegantly for the party looking casual. But James noticed the bags under his eyes. Sucked cheeks. More wrinkles. Whiter hair. Skinner complexion. James saw Fleamont's illness reflected on him.

"I know you heard my conversation with your mother, James. I saw you through the door"

"Are you dying?" James was surprised how small his voice sounded.

Fleamont took a deep breath "No..."

"DON'T LIE TO ME! YOU'RE FUCKING DYING, I KNOW IT! TELL ME THE TRUTH, YOU COWARD! TELL ME THE BLOODY TRUTH"

James had spit and pushed his father in the process. That made him ashamed. Jokes aside, he had always respected his father. Now he felt terrible. So he started crying.

James felt his father's arms wrapping around him. And James hugged him back, clenching from him as if he would disappear any moment. James didn’t want to lose him. He loved him. He loved him so much. And he needed him.

"It's okay, my son. Sh sh sh. It's okay" Fleamont sighed as he stroked his son's hair gently "I'm not going anywhere"

When James calmed down, they sat on a bench and they talked about what was happening. They missed midnight and the celebration inside but James didn't care.

Fleamont explained that years ago the family's fabric used other chemicals for their products. Poisonous ones. That many workers ended up dying. This changed with time and The Potters discovered other chemical-free ingredients to continue producing. But Fleamont had visited the fabric back then plenty of times when he was younger. And the exposure to those chemicals had damaged his blood and immune system.

"So, you're okay?"

"Doctors said I need to have a healthier life" Fleamont explained "That knowing your mother, she will follow rigorously..." he snorted "But I am not precisely sick. I need to slow down a bit. Take care of myself. Try not to get sick. Because any kind of problem would be dreadful to my organism"

James nodded, now feeling better "If you don't follow the doctor's orders, I'll kill you myself, Old Man"

Which made Fleamont laugh.

"No Dad anymore?"

"You bloody scared me, Fleamont"

The man just responded with a smile and a soft pat on James's shoulder. Though James was still sad and very very scared.

"Do Granpa and Nonna know?"

Fleamont shook his head "Not yet"

"Maikee? The guys from the fabric?"

"Only your mother besides you and me"

"But you didn't want to tell me"

"Because you're just as exaggerated as your mother. Even worse"

"Watch it! Old Man" James pointed a finger at him.

Fleamont let out a soft giggle.

"Should I tell Sirius?" James twisted his mouth thinking about Sirius’s reaction.

"I think we will find the right time to tell him. The three of us. Okay?"

James nodded in response. He was still restless. He was still scared of his father being so vulnerable and fragile.

"Dad..." James said carefully which made Fleamont smile "Are you proud of me?"

Fleamont opened his mouth but James continued before him.

"I'm... I'm not a good person" James said "I've been kind of a twat with a lot of people. I've been mean. I've been selfish. And I haven't been the most obedient son... I've driven you and mum mental many times" James shook his head "I am awful. You don't deserve me"

"I am very proud of you, James" Fleamont answered with a soft smile. James was surprised that he sounded genuine.

"Didn't you hear..."

"Yeah" Fleamont nodded "I am not proud because you are perfect. Because you are not... I am proud because you are an amazing person and a good human being. You've might have made mistakes or hurt people. James, you are so young, you are a kid. We are all a bit awful at that age. But I see you are maturing... You are becoming an incredible man. Even more than me"

James expected some scolding. Some sort of disappointment from his father.

"But I..."

"Have you ever wanted to truly hurt someone?" Fleamont asked.

James shook his head.

"Then it had only been silly mistakes of a kid. From now on, James, be a man. Start doing things right. Silly pranks, jokes and mischiefs are fun. But there comes a time in one's life when he needs to take care of serious matters. And I reckon you are doing an amazing job"

"So you don't think I am a bad person?" James's eyes filled with tears.

Fleamont shook his head "Of course not. You have the best of your mother and me. And we are very proud of you"

James wrapped his arms around the old man as tears ran down his eyes. He was willing to change and ammend his mistakes. It was time to grow up. Yes, he was only sixteen. He was still young and he could still have fun. But he was going to be better. He was going to stop making fun of others. He was going to stop bragging. He was going to make Remus feel welcome no matter who he was. He was going to take care of Sirius and Pete. He was going to stop showing off and asking Evans out like an idiot. She deserved better probably. He was going to be a good person. And make his parents proud. New Year, new James.

"I love you, Dad" James said as he squeezed his father tightly.

"Love you too, my son"

#Happy Birthday Prongs #I hate when people see him as a saint from the beginning #He was a good person but not perfect #What's interesting about this character is his arc #marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #james potter #jily #prongs #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #lily evans #fleamont potter #euphemia potter

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 1 year

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every single book I read in 2022. all 129 of them.

jesus christ

let's start with the best of the best; everything else will get listed beneath the read more because I'm not an animal. even just picking out my favorites is honestly probably going to get pretty lengthy, even though I'm trying to keep the synopses short.

batmanisagatewaydrug's noteworthy books of 2022

Complaint! (Sara Ahmed, 2021) - necessary for anyone doing diversity work in higher education, tbh

America is Not the Heart (Elaine Castillo, 2018) - achingly gorgeous novel of heartbreak and healing.

The School for Good Mothers (Jessamine Chan, 2022) - honestly? I feel very good calling this my favorite book of the entire year. sensitive, smart, chilling.

Black Feminist Thought (Patricia Hill Collins, 1990) - truly ashamed to say I didn't read this sooner. Collins' clear-eyed analysis remains crazily spot-on 30+ years later.

Hurts So Good: The Science and Pleasure of Pain on Purpose (Leigh Cowart, 2021) - I read this book so early in 2022 and literally have not stopped thinking about it since.

Batman: King Tut's Tomb (Nunzio DeFillippis, Christina Weir, José Luis García-López, and Kevin Nowlan, 2009) - dare I say the most fun I had with a comic all year.

You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022) - a romance unlike any other. queer, fun, sexy, bold as hell, and joyfully life-affirming.

The Dangers of Smoking in Bed (Mariana Enríquez, trans. Megan McDowell, 2021) - DELICIOUSLY creepy short stories that will lurk in your brain forever.

Lesser Known Monsters of the 21st Century (Kim Fu, 2022) - if a more perfect short story collection exists I am yet to find it.

The World We Make (N.K. Jemisin, 2022) - I normally hesitate to include sequels on a list like this, but god DAMN Jemisin is the queen of modern spec fic for a reason.

We Do This 'Til We Free Us: Abolitionist Organizing and Transforming Justice (Mariame Kaba, edited by Tamara K. Nopper, 2021) - excellent collection of Kaba's abolitionist writings, drawing on years of organizing experience and wisdom.

Jade City (Fonda Lee, 2017) - look out! new favorite doorstopper fantasy series alert!

Priestdaddy (Patricia Lockwood, 2017) - about the best damn memoir I've ever read. heartbreaking and hysterical in turns, poetry the whole way through.

Batman: The Long Halloween and Batman: Dark Victory (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 1996 and 1999) - it's always so exciting when something much-hyped lives up to the hype in every way. Batman at his grim and moody Batmaniest with a Gotham that’s deliciously bleak.

Station Eleven (Emily St. John Mandel, 2014) - I didn't think I'd like this book much at all, then ended up proposing on the second date. oops!

I'm Glad My Mom Died (Jennette McCurdy, 2022) - you will also be glad McCurdy's mom died, and also experience every other known human emotion along the way.

Kaikeyi (Vaishnavi Patel, 2022) - SPLENDID mythology retelling + political fantasy.

My Body (Emily Ratajkowski, 2022) - haunting haunting haunting personal essays about Ratajkowski's life as a model and subsequent alienation from her own body.

Batman: Bruce Wayne, Murderer? (Greg Rucka et al, 2002) - genuinely what can I say I'm a messy bitch and I love when the Bats are having a terrible time.

The Batman Adventures Vol. 2 #1-17 (created by Dan Slott, Ty Templeton, Rick Burchett, Terry Beatty, and Bruce Timm, 2003) - a continuation of the Batman: The Animated Series universe that frankly just fucking rules.

Little Rabbit (Alyssa Songsiridej, 2022) - a potent and erotic adult coming of age story.

The Right to Sex: Feminism in the Twenty-First Century (Amia Srinivasan, 2021) - thorny, difficult, vital essays.

Fearing the Black Body: The Racial Origins of Fat Phobia (Sabrina Strings, 2019) - jaw-droppingly thorough research into the role of fatpobia played and plays in the project of race-making.

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (Ocean Vuong, 2019) - yeah so it turns out no one was REMOTELY exaggerating. Vuong really is That Good.

Hench (Natalie Zina Walschots, 2020) - wild fun with a ruthless protagonist and her sex villainous beetle man boss; what more could you ask for?

Love Your Asian Body: AIDS Activism in Los Angeles (Eric C. Wat, 2021) - learning about queer history makes me feel like I’m holding something so vibrant and fragile and precious right in my little queer hand. this book is an emotional journey in such a shining way.

Never Have I Ever (Isabel Yap, 2021) - EXCITING short story collection centered on girls having Just The Weirdest Time.

and everybody else:

fiction:

Light From Uncommon Stars (Ryka Aoki, 2021)

Our Wives Under the Sea (Julia Armfield, 2022)

A Tiny Upward Shove (Melissa Chadburn, 2022)

A Prayer for the Crown-Shy (Becky Chambers, 2022)

Disorientation (Elaine Hsieh Chou, 2022)

The Laws of the Skies (Grégoire Courtois, trans. Rhonda Mullins, 2019)

The Monster Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2018)

The Tyrant Baru Cormorant (Seth Dickinson, 2020)

Greenland (David Santos Donaldson, 2022)

Dead Collections (Isaac Fellman, 2022)

The Halloween Moon (Joseph Fink, 2021)

A Dowry of Blood (S.T. Gibson)

Nightmare Alley (William Lindsay Gresham, 1946)

The Vegetarian (Han Kang, trans. Deborah Smith, 2015)

The Metamorphosis (Franz Kafka, trans. William Aaltonen, 1915)

Before the Coffee Gets Cold (Toshikazu Kawaguchi, trans. Geoffrey Trousselot, 2019)

Woman, Eating (Claire Kohda, 2022)

Long Division (Kiese Laymon, 2014)

Jade War (Fonda Lee, 2019)

No One is Talking About This (Patricia Lockwood, 2021)

Portrait of a Thief (Grace D. Li, 2022)

Elatsoe (Darcie Little Badger, 2020)

A Snake Falls to Earth (Darcie Little Badger, 2021)

Glitterati (Oliver K. Longmead)

Gideon the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2019)

Harrow the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2020)

Nona the Ninth (Tamsyn Muir, 2022)

The Memory Police (Yoko Ogawa, trans. Stephen Snyder, 2019)

Even Though I Knew the End (C.L. Polk, 2022)

100 Boyfriends (Brontez Purnell, 2021)

Flowers for the Sea (Zin E. Rocklyn, 2021)

Any Way the Wind Blows (Rainbow Rowell, 2021)

Interview with the Vampire (Anne Rice, 1976)

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2012)

Aristotle and Dante Dive Into the Waters of the World (Benjamin Alire Sáenz, 2022)

Into the Riverlands (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Siren Queen (Nghi Vo, 2022)

Strange Beasts of China (Yan Ge, trans. Jeremy Tiang, 2020)

short story collections:

The Memory Librarian: And Other Stories of Dirty Computer (Janelle Monáe, Yohanco Delgado, Eva L. Ewing, Alaya Dawn Johnson, Danny Lore, and Sheree Renée Thomas, 2022)

Walking on Cowrie Shells (Nana Nkweti, 2021)

Terminal Boredom (Izumi Suzuki, trans. Polly Barton, Sam Bett, David Boyd, Daniel Joseph, Aiko Masubuchi, and Helen O’Horan, 2021)

nonfiction:

Gender Trouble: Feminism and the Subversion of Identity (Judith Butler, 1990)

How to Read Now (Elaine Castillo, 2022)

Playing the Whore: The Work of Sex Work (Melissa Gira Grant, 2014)

What We Don't Talk About When We Talk About Fat (Aubrey Gordon, 2020)

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color (Ruby Hamad, 2020)

Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness (Da'Shaun L. Harrison, 2021)

Some of My Best Friends: Essays on Lip Service (Tajja Isen, 2022)

One Day We'll All Be Dead and None of This Will Matter (Scaachi Koul, 2017)

How to Slowly Kill Yourself and Others in America (Revised Edition) (Kiese Laymon, 2020)

Sister Outsider (Audre Lorde, 1984)

Conversations with People Who Hate Me: 12 Lessons I Learned from Talking to Internet Strangers (Dylan Marron, 2022)

Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism (Amanda Montell, 2021)

World of Wonders: In Praise of Fireflies, Whale Sharks, and Other Astonishments (Aimee Nezhukumatathil)

Histories of the Transgender Child (Jules Gill-Peterson, published as Julian Gill-Peterson, 2018)

Yoke: My Yoga of Self-Acceptance (Jessamyn Stanley, 2021)

A Queer History of Fashion: From the Closet to the Catwalk (edited by Valerie Steele, 2013)

Transgender History: The Roots of Today's Revolution (Revised Edition) (Susan Stryker, 2008)

The End of Policing (Alex S. Vitale, 2017)

The Trouble With Normal: Sex, Politics, and the Ethics of Queer Life (Michael Warner, 1999)

Read My Lips: Sexual Subversions and the End of Gender (Riki Wilchins, published as Riki Anne Wilchins, 1997)

poetry:

Short Talks (Anne Carson, 1992)

Content Warning: Everything (Akwaeke Emezi, 2022)

Prelude to Bruise (Saeed Jones, 2014)

Alive at the End of the World (Saeed Jones, 2022)

Bright Dead Things (Ada Limón, 2015)

Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals (Patricia Lockwood, 2014)

Nature Poem (Tommy Pico, 2017)

Night Sky with Exit Wounds (Ocean Vuong, 2016)

Time Is a Mother (Ocean Vuong, 2022)

comics:

Batman: One Bad Day - Mr. Freeze (Gerry Duggan, Matteo Scalera, and Dave Stewart, 2022)

Spandex - Fast and Hard (Martin Eden, 2012)

Harley Quinn: The Animated Series: The Eat. Bang! Kill. Tour (Tee Franklin, Max Sarin, and Marissa Louise, 2022)

Batman: Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader? (Neil Gaiman and Andy Kubert, 2009)

The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes (Neil Gaiman, Sam Keith, Mike Dringenberg, and Malcom Jones III, 1988)

The Sandman: In the Doll's House (Neil Gaiman, Michael Zulli, Mike Dringenberg, Chris Bachalo, Malcolm Jones III, and Steve Parkhouse, 1989)

The Sandman: Dream Country (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcolm Jones III, Colleen Doran, and Charles Vess, 1991)

The Sandman: Season of Mists (Neil Gaiman, Kelley Jones, Malcom Jones III, Mike Dringenberg, Matt Wagner, P. Craig Russell, George Pratt, and Dick Giordano, 1992)

The Sandman: A Game of You (Neil Gaiman, Shawn McManus, Colleen Doran, Bryan Talbot, Stan Woch, and George Pratt, 1993)

Run, Riddler, Run (Gerard Jones and Mark Badger, 1992)

Catwoman: When in Rome (Jeph Loeb and Tim Sale, 2005)

Batman: Year One (Frank Miller and David Mazzicchello, 1986)

Batman: One Bad Day - Penguin (John Ridley, Giuseppe Camuncoli, Cam Smith, and Arif Prianto, 2022)

Batman: Bruce Wayne - Fugitive (Greg Rucka et al, 2002)

Batman: One Bad Day - Two-Face (Mariko Tamaki, Jaiver Fernandez, and Jordie Bellaire, 2022)

Batman & Robin Eternal Vol 1 & Vol 2 (James Tynion IV and Scott Snyder, 2015 and 2016)

Batman: Their Dark Designs (James Tynion IV, Guillem March, and Tomeu Morey, 2020)

The Joker War Saga (James Tynion IV and Jorge Jiménez, 2021)

Papergirls Vol. 1-6 (Brian K. Vaughan and Cliff Chiang, 2016-2019)

Real Hero Shit (Kendra Wells, 2022)

Poison Ivy #1-6 (G. Willow Wilson and Marcio Takara, 2022)

and some gaming guides!

Monster of the Week (Michael Sands, 2012) - great game. so cool. cannot wait to actually play it someday.

Thirsty Sword Lesbians (April Kit Walsh, 2021)

special shame zone because I want you to know how bad this sucked, do not read this:

Rethinking Sex: A Provocation (Christine Emba, 2022). patronizing, puritanical, reductive, painfully cisheteronormative. weirdly afraid of group sex. not actually that provocative, just aggressively Catholic.

and last but most certainly least, a comic that I want to remind you all fucking sucked just one more time before the year is done.

Batman: One Bad Day - The Riddler (Tom King and Mitch Gerads, 2022)

Tom King, go fuck yourself. Mitch is cool though, the art slapped.

#bookblr #if you find a typo in here no you didn't xoxo #feel free to tell me your thots or ask about any of these i love to talk about my unhinged reading habit

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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birthday drabble 7 - ksj

@jedomoi asked: birthday drabble request! member: seokjin, #s: 148, 75, 37

pairing: seokjin x reader contains: smut!! brat tamer jin and extremely bratty reader, college/established long distance relationship, flashing, sex/brat taming via facetime, masturbation, spitting, orgasm control, fantasized exhibitionism, lil bit of degradation/dirty talk/praise kink, dumbification if you squint? summary: it's not your fault your boyfriend's so hot when he's angry.

want more? check out all my birthday drabbles here! requests for these are now closed 💜

You’re starting to think you might have a kink for watching your boyfriend play video games. There’s just something about the severity that paints Seokjin’s handsome face as he concentrates on winning that turns you into a bit of a slut.

It definitely makes it difficult to focus on the studying you’re supposed to be doing.

Long-distance is hard, but FaceTime certainly helps. You’ve made it a regular part of your routine, keeping each other on the line for hours, even if you’re doing entirely separate things in silence. It’s just nice to feel like he’s there with you.

Of course, when you’re trying to review for an organic chemistry exam, and he’s got his tongue darting out between his lips and his eyebrows narrowed in focus like that… it can be a little distracting. More than a little.

You figure you can take a quick break from rewriting your notes to enjoy the view. Bringing the blunt end of your pen up, you run it gently along your bottom lip before sucking it into your mouth, wishing it could be his thumb instead. When he makes a frustrated groan over something not going his way in the game, you hum appreciatively around your stand-in.

“Keep working,” Jin says, snapping you slightly out of your stupor. He doesn’t look away from his screen.

You pull the pen out of your mouth to reply. “I am working.”

“There’s no part of chemistry that makes you hum like that. And I don’t hear you writing.”

“I was just taking a quick stretch break,” you counter. “See?” You put on a show for him, clasping your hands behind your back in an exaggerated stretch. It also just so happens to give him a great view of your breasts under the thin cotton of your pajama top, and the way your nipples are starting to stiffen against the fabric.

You watch as Jin’s eyes dart between his screen and the phone once, twice, three times, clearly torn between his objective and your own version of distraction.

“Study,” he stresses, doing himself no favors by using the tone of voice that makes your pussy clench. You love it when he gives orders, almost as much as you love not following them.

Dropping an elbow onto your desk, you lean forward, resting your chin in your hand as you watch him. He’s got the controller in a vice grip, thumbs moving expertly over the joystick and buttons, and now you’re turned on enough that you really can’t help but fantasize. You can barely keep your tongue in your mouth as you imagine him wrapping one of his large hands around your throat and bringing the other to your clit so his thumb can–

“Hey!” He barks the word so loudly that you jump a little in your chair, your heart fluttering in your chest. Oh, fuck. “What did I say? Do I need to hang up?”

“No, sir,” you tease, putting extra emphasis on the title as you purse your mouth in a small pout. “You’re just hot, that’s all.”

You watch as he tries to keep his composure, fighting to keep the corners of his mouth from turning up. “I am,” he allows. “And you’re bad at chemistry. So stop looking at me and get back to it.”

With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you pick your pen up again and return to your stupid notes. But if focusing was hard before, it’s impossible now, not with the way your core is throbbing and your heart is still racing from Seokjin’s commanding tone.

You sneak a couple more glances up at your phone, but he’s still totally fixated in his game. Continuing to write with one hand, you gently bring the other to your chest, tugging your tank top down in one swift motion to reveal both of your bare breasts. A shiver runs through you as the air hits your newly-exposed skin, your nipples now fully hard.

Tits out, you glance back down at your notes and resume working.

“Aish,” you hear Jin exclaim, and your heart leaps into your throat as you await your scolding. “This guy is fucking terrible. Has he ever even played this game before?”

You swallow down a frustrated sigh with the realization that he’s paying you no mind. You want attention, dammit.

“Seokjin,” you start, trying to keep your voice sugary-sweet, and he still doesn’t look up. “Baby. What would you do if I was with you right now?”

His eyes finally jump away from the screen and proceed to nearly pop out of his head. “Jesus! I’d tell you to put your fucking tits away!” You have to bite down on your lip to hide your wicked smile. “What’s gotten into you?!”

“I wish you would get into me,” you retort before you can think to stop yourself.

Jin’s wide eyes are still on you, and you can see his tongue toying at the inside of his cheek as he processes your words. You know the expression well– it’s one he often makes when you’re behaving badly and he’s determining how best to punish you. Your hips start to rock a little against the seat of your desk chair at the thought.

His voice is low and serious when he speaks again. “I think you forgot to lock the door. That means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Your instinctive reaction is that of disbelief, and you make a face before turning back to look. “How can you possibly tell if my door’s locked or not from all the way–” Glancing over your shoulder, you stop before you can even finish the thought, because he’s right.

“Huh.” Seokjin lets out a sarcastic grunt of a laugh and your stomach flips. “Misbehaving and now you’re questioning me? Are you trying to piss me off today?” Maybe not initially, you think to yourself– but it’s not your fault he’s so fucking hot when he’s angry. You swear he could turn anyone into a brat.

“Alright, fine.” His focus is entirely on you now, video game long forgotten, and his gaze is so intense you can hardly take it, even through a fucking cellphone. “You want to be a little slut so badly?” You inhale sharply as he spits out the word. “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”

Desperate for it, you waste no time, lifting up your hips so you can slide your shorts down. You leave them pooled around one ankle, slipping the other out so you can spread yourself wide on your desk chair for his enjoyment.

“Is this supposed to be a punishment?” You have to ask with a small laugh, even though you already know what he’ll say.

“It is, because you’re not coming until I tell you to. Now stop talking and spit on your clit.”

You swallow hard at the direct order, tiling back in the chair and tipping your hips forward so it’s a straight shot for the saliva you let fall from your mouth. Reaching down, you sigh out a moan as you spread the wetness over yourself, your fingers starting to circle your sensitive bud. Then it hits you.

“Oh, shit. I-I didn’t lock the door, Seokjin.” You glance over your shoulder to confirm. Still very much unlocked.

He looks unfazed, and you realize you’ve walked right into his trap. “And why is that?”

“Because,” you’re breathing in shallow pants now as arousal pools in your belly. You can feel where you’re starting to leave a wet spot on the seat of your chair. You continue to work your fingers as you answer his question on a whine. “I’m a whore. I want to get caught.”

“Ah,” Jin remarks, just barely starting to smile. “You finally admit it. Why don’t you go ahead and finger that needy little cunt of yours? Since you want it so bad.”

Desire and obedience fuel you to follow the command as quickly as possible, and you hiss a little at the stretch of two fingers inside of you. It’s been too long since you’ve seen him, too long since you’ve taken it properly.

“Shit,” you groan softly as you press against your g-spot. “Fuck, Jin, it feels good.”

“Tsk.” Your eyes flutter open at the unimpressed sound from your boyfriend. “I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that. Don’t you want everyone to know what you’re up to?”

Your cunt aches at his words, his everything, as you work yourself with both hands. “Yes, Seokjin,” you say, louder this time, the thrill of potentially getting caught lighting up every cell in your body. “Fuck, I do. I want them all to know I’m a good little slut for you, oh god–”

“I didn’t say you could come yet,” he reminds you in a warning tone. “Be good for me.”

You’re starting to have a hard time focusing, especially with the way your pussy is now throbbing around your fingers. It’s enough that you have to lean forward and rest your head on the desk, delirious from arousal, hips rocking desperately into your hands.

“I’ll be so good,” you repeat back dumbly, “fuck, soso good for you, Jin.”

“Good girl,” he says approvingly, and you swear you're nearly drooling. “Keep touching yourself just like that.”

You tilt your head up, eyes rolling uselessly for a moment before you find your phone screen again, and his handsome face. “I need your cock so badly,” you whimper. “I wish you could fuck me right now.”

There’s a flicker of something in his eyes as the hard edge to him disappears for a moment. “I know, baby. Me too.” Seokjin’s voice darkens as he continues, slipping effortlessly back into his persona. “But be a good girl for me now, and the next time I see you, I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day. How does that sound?”

The promise, especially when it’s paired with how badly you’re already aching for him, takes you by surprise. Before you even have enough awareness to slow it down or try to contain it, you feel your cunt starting to flutter around your fingers, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Fuck, Jin, I-I can’t, agh–” you gasp, trying to keep it together, but you lose it entirely as your long-denied orgasm finally peaks. Your back arches as the waves of pleasure course through your entire body for what feels like a solid minute.

You collapse back against the chair, panting hard and sweating a little. If your pulse wasn’t already racing from the climax, it certainly would be at the fact that you just came without permission– while already being punished, no less.

Fear and excitement mixing in your chest, you scramble to speak first.

“Jin, baby, I–” Your words drop off as you realize the screen of your phone has gone dark. Did he hang up? You fumble to reach for it, and when you tap the buttons, nothing happens.

Oh, shit. Your battery must have died; you’d been on FaceTime for an hour at least, and you hadn’t been keeping track of how low it had gotten.

As you reach across your desk to retrieve the charger, you can’t help but smile to yourself as your inner brat rears her head again. Seokjin is going to be pissed. That little voice of disobedience wonders if you can get him mad enough to book the next available flight out, so he can come punish you himself.

You figure it’s certainly worth a shot.

#birthday drabbles~#seokjin smut #seokjin x reader #jedomoi #bts smut

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phdmama · 10 months

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Ooh, I love the idea of the kiss meme you posted! I'd like to suggest #11, in joy, if that sparks anything creative for you! 🩷

Okay, this is literally pretty much SOOC (straight out of the camera, entirely unedited) and I even wrote it in the tumblr window?? I don't it's sort of a coffee shop-esque thing (in my head Draco is on an International Curse Breaking Team). Hopefully, it captures something for you! xox

It's an ordinary day at work. Slow, like it always is in the afternoons. Harry's already wiped down all the tables, refilled all the creamers and sugars. There's really nothing more to do and he's had more coffee than he probably should have, but in his defence, he works in a coffee shop. And he was up late writing to Draco. So now he's just kind of leaning against the counter, pushing his broom desultorily back and forth.

These deployments were hard enough when they were just friends; now that they're... this, whatever it is that this is, well. They're kind of agonizing, if Harry's being honest. And he can't even tell anyone because they'd agreed to keep it quiet until Draco gets back, and they can figure it out.

"Harry," says a voice from the doorway and Harry looks up with a grin.

"Ron," he says. "What are you doing here?"

"Closed up early," Ron says with an easy smile. "Thought I'd come see how you were doing."

Harry blinks at him. "I'm... fine?" he says finally.

"You sure about that?" Ron asks, and hums a few bars of Cursebreaking Man.

Harry drops the broom and covers his face with his hand as he groans. "Oh no."

"Oh yes," Ron says happily and drops into a chair.

"How did you know?"

Ron shrugs. "You're not exactly subtle, mate," he points out. "And that last night before Draco headed out, well. Let's just say, it was pretty clear you weren't off to do some grocery shopping."

Harry drops his hands, his cheeks warm. "That was months ago, though. Why haven't you said anything?"

Ron suddenly looks a little shifty but is saved by the bell, literally, as the doorbell jingles as Hermione and Luna walk in.

"Harry," Hermione says with exaggerated surprise. "How are you?"

"Okay," Harry says. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Oh nothing," Hermione says.

Luna opens her mouth to speak but Hermione throws an elbow and Luna closes her mouth so quickly, Harry can hear the click.

"Are there any more of those gingerbread cookies?" Hermione asks and Harry frowns at her.

"In the back," he says and then sighs, because whatever else is going on, Mrs Albertson will murder him if he doesn't actually perform his job duties and fulfil a customer's request, even if that customer happens to be his oldest and most meddlesome friend.

So he walks into the kitchen, opens the tin of gingerbread cookies that just happens to still be out on the counter from when Harry had been snacking earlier, carefully plates three cookies and heads back out into the cafe proper.

"You're pretty lucky I..."

His voice trails off because standing there in the doorway is...

"Draco?" Harry whispers. "Are you... what are you... You're here?"

His heart is racing and his hands start to shake, so Harry hastily thrusts the plate out and someone grabs it.

"What are you doing here? I thought you..."

Draco's not supposed to be back for another month is the thing.

Draco smiles. He looks tired, Harry notes and then takes a second look. Draco's hair is longer, and he looks far too thin, with circles under his eyes and his arm in a sling.

"Figured I'd stop by since I'm going to be back in town for a while."

Harry takes a step and Draco takes a step and then suddenly, they're both moving fast to meet in the middle. Harry brings his hands up to frame Draco's face, runs his thumb over the sharp cheekbones.

"Are you okay?" he whispers and Draco smiles, ragged, but so real and here and something like Harry up like a firework.

"I am," Draco says, and reaches out with his good arm to pull Harry closer. "I'm home."

"That," Harry says as he leans in, "is the best news I've ever heard," and then his mouth is on Draco's and nothing else matters but this.

#my writing #drarry vignette #kiss meme #now I really do have to go to the grocery store!!

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trixie-troubleby · 11 months

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I know the romantic dialogue prompt post is from a lil while ago, but "is it so obvious how infatuated i am?" just screams SportaRobbie to me

thank you!! I’m still accepting this (and any other prompts tbh)

Robbie stormed away from Sportacus after his latest scheme to chase the elf away failed. He was exhausted, bruised and for some reason, Sportacus was still following him.

“Go away!” Robbie shouted. “I don’t like you! Just leave me alone!” The elf stopped following him.

“Is it so obvious how infatuated I am?” Sportacus looked down at the ground between them.

“What?” Robbie spun around on his heel. His face was red and his voice was several octaves higher than usual.

Sportacus blinked up at him. “That’s why… you’ve been trying harder to get rid of me, right?” He hesitated. “And all of the ‘I don’t like you,’ ‘we’re not friends,’ stuff.”

“Say what you said again.” Robbie demanded. “Repeat it so I can understand this.”

“I…” Sportacus hesitated. “I asked if my feelings were really so obvious?”

“More specific!” Robbie snapped. “Be more specific!”

“More specific how?” Sportacus asked with a frown.

“What feelings?” Robbie hissed, walking towards the elf. “What are you talking about?”

“Ah…” Sportacus said hesitantly, his cheeks flushing in a way that Robbie definitely did not find appealing. “Then you… didn’t know?”

“Sportakook I swear to god! If you don’t answer me–“ Robbie swore, towering over Sportacus as they got closer. Robbie didn’t know why he was so close. He should’ve turned around and leave when he got the chance, but… he had to hear the explanation. He had to know that what he thought he’d heard was wrong.

“I…” Sportacus swallowed, looking up to meet Robbie’s gaze, before he quickly looked away again. “I… have romantic feelings for you.”

“You’re not supposed to lie.” Robbie said, an exaggerated sneer taking over his face. He grabbed the collar of the hero’s vest. “You don’t have what it takes to trick me, dumbass. I know– I know every trick.” Robbie snapped as Sportacus stumbled forward, something like fear in his eyes.

“Is that really what you think of me?” Sportacus demanded, fear quickly replaced by frustration. He grabbed Robbie’s hands, removing them from his shirt. He held onto their hands between them, staring straight up at Robbie.

Robbie flinched at the intensity of his gaze, his heart racing with his hands in the elf’s tight grip.

“All of our games aside, why would I lie about this?” Sportacus asked. The emotions flashing across his face were far too many for Robbie to count, let alone comprehend.

“Games?” Robbie huffed, rolling his eyes and looking away from him. “I’m trying to get you to leave.” He yanked his hands out of Sportacus’ grasp, turning and starting to walk away.

“Okay. Make me leave then.”

“Pardon?” Robbie turned around, furrowed brow. He looked at the elf.

“Chase me off. Make me leave. Say you hate me and make me believe you and I’ll go.” Sportacus repeated, stepping towards Robbie.

“I hate you.” Robbie said, even as his chest constricted. Even as Sportacus kept stepping closer. “Everything about you managed to get under my skin in the worst possible way.” Closer still. “You’re judgmental, annoying, way too loud.” Robbie’s heart raced. “You’ve got a stupid mustache.”

Sportacus snorted. “Why don’t I believe you, Robbie?”

“I really think your mustache is stupid.” Robbie defended. Sportacus grabbed his wrist. “Hey–“

Sportacus smiled slightly as he pressed his fingers into Robbie’s pulse point on his wrist. “Your heart is racing.”

“You’re too close to me. It makes me uncomfortable.” Robbie excused himself. He wanted to pull away, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

Sportacus brought Robbie’s wrist up to his lips. He brushed his lips against the pulse point, sending Robbie’s heart further into overdrive. “Robbie, I love you. I really do. I have for… for too long now.”

“I–“ Robbie stuttered, clutching his wrist to his chest after Sportacus finally set it free.

“You don’t have to say it back.” Sportacus said with a small sad smile. “But please believe me when I say that–“ Robbie cut him off, closing the distance between them by pulling him up into a kiss.

“Maybe I believe you.” Robbie mumbled into Sportacus’ neck. “But this doesn’t change anything.”

Sportacus laughed, loud and bright. He wrapped his arms around Robbie’s waist, holding him close as he pressed his nose into Robbie's shoulder. “I wouldn’t expect anything to.”

#trixie talks #lazytown #sportarobbie #fanfic

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somnambulic-thing · 11 months

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Fandom thoughts: Keep the System healthy!

Imagine: someone gives you a present. They have spent a lot of time and energy picking it out, acquiring it or crafting it themselves and finally wrapping it up nicely, driving all the way to your house to hand it over and you look at it and say: "When do I get the next one?" Would you do that?

Every single creator here in fandom gifts you things they made with their time and energy to the best of their abilities which most of the time are autodidactic and possibilities; some have done this longer, others are just starting out, some have more time, energy and headspace, others do not. And then things tend to change for people all the time.

Labour can be compensated in a number of ways. In fandom, people very often just want to have a good time. They want to have fun, or let out some grief, they want to connect with like-minded people about things they love. This does not mean, that the work isn't still work! Writing heart-wrenching stories (in a presentable way) is emotional and creative and physical work! (talk to my wrists and shoulders about this) Hobby or not!

Throwing out several k of words a week, or drawing all kinds of pictures takes time and effort even if you do not read back, edit or clean shit up. Even uploading, thinking about the right tags, the right layout: This is all stuff that takes time and energy. Some people on this website do things for you for free that would amount to a 30h+ workweek and I am not exaggerating this.

We're used to having fresh content every other week, to race through story after story after story, but we fandom people aren't Netflix (and they treat their creatives not that great)

When you nitpick something about a fic, there isn't a whole team of people who can take the blow, who still get paid for their time. It's one person. Alone at their laptop eating shit for giving you something for free.

So, if you are mad about authors having their little circle of people, prioritizing the stories of their friends over those of people they do not know and you can't understand why; It's not rocket science. The payoff is just way better.

Fandom is supposed to be a system driven by the love for media by transformative energy. Those who do not create are a vital part of that system! If you are someone who consumes, maybe think about what your abilities and possibilities are to give back to those who give so many well spent hours to you.

Leave a comment, reblog your heart out, make rec lists. Instead of dropping a "Part 2?" seconds after you read a fic tell us what you liked and why you liked it. If you don't have time or spoons to do it right away, that's cool, come back later. Do you have less time to read another 3k-5k fic that day? Maybe. But does this raise the chance that your favourite authors will still be here in five months or a year and not burn themselves out because they keep sprinting from part 1 to part 2 to part 3.... Hell yes.

Also: Gossip isn't cute, hateful anons are abuse and openly shredding someones fic over your subjective opinion does not make other people want to interact with you more.

Just be kind, considerate and mindful. It's free too.

(I am not talking about healthy, calm and nuanced discourse about important issues such as inclusivity and accessibility and related.)

#fandom discourse #fandom etiquette #treat your artists with respect

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mermazeablaze · 7 months

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So I went to my gyno visit today at the Indian Clinic. I have been having issues hemorrhaging during my periods, off & on since 2013 (23yrs old, now 33). I already have children & my tubes are tied. I want a hysterectomy. My gyno is refusing.

Some Backstory:

A male gyno specialist (2013) refused hysterectomy & kept saying, "Tubals can be reversed. You might want more children. Hysterectomies are permanent."

I have three children & due to a hereditary disorder anesthesia increases my chances of seizures. I almost DIED during my last child's birth, C-section including tubal **AND** sedated.

When I told him I was firm on not having anymore biological children because of that. He kept pushing for 'uterine/endometrial ablation'. Which is where they burn off your uterine lining to pause your periods or can do it enough where you don't have another period. I told him no & sought a second opinion.

My second opinion was a female gyno who tested my hormone levels, ultrasounds, MRI &EKGs even to rule out pregnancy &/or hormone imbalance. Everything came back fine. Yet I was still hemorrhaging.

Female gyno insinuated I was either exaggerating or lying about the bleeding. So I saved a day's worth of saturated feminine products & brought them to her. She was grossed out, but realized I was telling the truth.

Female gyno placed me on Seasonique. A birth control pill which gives you four periods a year, to see if it would help regulate the bleeding. It did for almost a year, by then 2014. But it started giving me intense depression & irrational thoughts.

Female gyno told me to stop taking it & wait a month before trying something else.

During that time my right arm not my left would tingle off & on. I would get woozy & nauseous. Cold sweats & feel clammy. One night all of those symptoms descended upon me except with the addition of my heart racing. Not hurting just racing. & my body was screaming something wasn't right. It's one of the few times I can consciously say I knew I could be dying. It was scary.

I went to the ER & after testing I was having a cardiac event from a blood clot forcing itself through my heart. My white blood cell count was almost FOUR TIMES the amount a person usually has during a heart attack.

I was in the hospital for a little over a week, angiogram & making sure another blood clot didn't develop. They believe the Seasonique was the cause.

Since then I've just been suffering with the sporadic hemorrhaging since then. Which is now including debilitating & excruciating pain.

Which is why I went to the gyno today, different from the previous two. Only to be told that she wasn't going to give me an updated hormone screening, ultrasound, MRI, etc. She offered me ablation or birth control.

I told her I don't see the point in ablation. It has so many horrendous possible side effects, including hemorrhaging! Plus, she would want to do the type of ablation where it rids you of a period. But a hysterectomy does the same fucking thing.

& I'm not taking birth control. Not gonna to risk either exacerbating my depression or another heart attack.

She was trying to say: But you'll need hormones after a hysterectomy!

Me: & birth control isn't hormones?!

& that I want a second opinion on the hysterectomy. I am 33, my mind has been made up since I was 23, I have kids, I have a tubal & I'm basically praying for menopause the past five years. So I don't have to keep dealing with this bullshit.

She put in a referral for the second opinion & didn't bother to talk to me about pain management. She was too busy feeling butthurt that I know what I want & need & she couldn't give me a good enough reason why aside from, "Because!"

Sidenote: When I get my hysterectomy & I will. I want a shirt made that says:

"Ask me why I'm no longer hysterical, I'm just hilarious now."

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harrystylesslutt · 2 years

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Hey can u write smth about the reader proposing to subrry plsssssssssss 🙏🙏🙏

okay😪

you were starting to get sweaty because of the nervousness you were feeling. your mind was racing about all the things that could go wrong. what if he says no? what if he doesn't even show up?

you had picked a location by a lake that you both loved, it was like your special spot. you decorated it with fairy lights all over with a comfy sitting area in the middle, with blankets and pillows. it looked like the perfect place to propose to him. you were torn out of your thoughts by a creak coming nearby followed by a familiar voice calling out your name.

you take a deep breath and fix your outfit before making your way towards him. you watch as he appears from behind the trees, a smile on his face the moment he sees you. at first he doesn't even notice the set up behind you but when he does his jaw drops and his eyes widen at the sight.

"what's all this?" he stutters out, still in awe. you hold his hand to encourage him to step forward. "wanted to do something nice for you" you lead him to the blanket you put and signal for him to sit down next to you.

his eyebrows raise when you reach for the picnic basket and open it to reveal his favorite meal that you've prepared. he tries to speak but no words come out of his mouth so he just grabs your face in his hand and joins your lips together in a passionate kiss to show you how he's feeling. you reciprocate the kiss immediately, your lips now moving in sync until he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours "thank you. I love this so much, you have no idea".

you smile and press a kiss to the tip of his nose which makes him giggle "I'm starving. can we eat now please?" you both immediately dig in the food. harry not missing out any opportunity to compliment your cooking skills while exaggerating with humming noises that made you roll your eyes even if he was secretly warming your heart.

after you were done eating, harry crawled between your legs and rested his head against your stomach, nuzzling himself comfortably. you both sit in silence for a while, sharing kisses every now and then while just stargazing together and enjoying eachother's presence.

"I love you so much angel" you stroke harry's cheek as you utter these words, the moonlight reflecting on his green eyes. he looks at you shyly and blushes at the way you were admiring him "I love you too" you shake your head slightly which confuses him and causes him to look at you with a puzzled face.

"no like I mean I really really love you so much. ever since I saw you for the first fime I knew you were perfect for me. you always get me in a way that no one else does. I remember a couple weeks ago when you had to go away for the weekend and that's exactly when I knew that I never wanted to be apart from you for even a day. I want you there with me all the time, no matter where I am or who I'm with. you're my pretty angel, my pretty boy. and I never ever want to let you go. I'm so in love with you baby." at this point you were crying and so was he, you could see his glossy eyes staring at you in awe, his mouth opened as if he wanted to speak but he didn't know what to say. you left him speechless once again in the same evening.

you take a deep breath before you finally have the courage to keep talking "what I'm trying to say is I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I'm hoping that you feel the same way. I want to grow old with you, adopt a whole cat family and maybe live in a cottage far away from everyone, just me and you together forever. so I'm gonna ask you the question that's been on my mind for months. harry baby will you marry me?" he stares at you in shock while you reach into your bag to pull out a small heart shaped box before opening it to reveal one of the prettiest rings he had ever seen.

harry seemed to be lost in his own world so you subconsciously started to pull the box away, your insecurities getting the best of you. the only thing going on in your head was that he's preparing himself to say no and that would be it. no more harry for you. he quickly realized that you were pulling away which meant the worst case scenarios were happening in your head so he grabbed your wrist to stop you from putting the ring away. right when you're about to say something he suddenly shouts "fuck yes! yes yes yes! I can't even- yes!" you chuckle as relief fills you and wrap your hands around him once again.

he pulls himself up and situates himself in your lap, straddling you as he presses kisses all over your face, not missing any spot. "really you wanna marry me? you're not just messing around?" he asks, basically panting because of his excitement. "yes you idiot I wanna marry you" you take the ring out and reach out for his hand, which he immediately gives you while wiggling his ring finger for you. you slide the ring on, barely having time to admire it before he's tackling you and kissing all over you once again.

he couldn't believe this day finally came, he'd been thinking about it for ages. he felt like he couldn't even contain his own emotions, like he was going to burst at any moment. you were going to be his wife. he was going to be your husband. and he was so excited for that.

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry styles concept #sub!harry #harry styles fluff #harrystylesslutt

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ilgaksu · 8 months

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Oohhh if you're still doing these: 🤲 and 🧠 (for Hei Xiazi)

Good luck with work proposal things, or if I'm late: I hope it went well!

i am absolutely still doing these!!! i'll keep doing them as long as people keep asking them <3

from these fic writer asks

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

(from in me is where the horror is, a wip fic with gender dysphoria, smut, and cohen's 7 monster theses as they apply to xie yuchen)

Look at him, he wouldn’t know what to do with a dick if he was given a diagram, he heard one mercenary say, pure as the driven fucking snow or some shit, and that was safer, among this sort of company, not to correct the assumption: to be viewed as hermeneutically sealed. Honestly, Xie Yuchen sort of found it funny. When the same man died the next day, Xie Yuchen simply stepped over the body and kept going onwards towards the real goal.

Recently, at least he’s been able to sit next to Hei Xiazi while listening to the bragging of some minor asshole about some girl in some city somewhere, and been able to tell in the rising corner of Hei Xiazi’s mouth that they both heard the exaggerations.

“Bet you fifty yuan he can’t find a clitoris with a map,” Hei Xiazi murmurs, or something along those lines, every time, his whole body a comforting press along Xie Yuchen’s side; and then he laughs, delightedly, when Xie Yuchen hands him the money on the spot.

“Don’t be absurd, Xiazi,” he replies, low in his ear. “He’d have to believe it was real.”

🧠 Pick a character, and I’ll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

Ohhh, I mean, I think the obvious favourite headcanon of mine is Hei Xiazi as a medical student in Weimar Republic Germany. When I first started in the fandom, I hadn't seen any ideas really situating him there in English, and I actually do very little historical research for it - 1920s Europe is already an interest, so I know a lot of it by heart. I also lived in Germany very briefly. I think the upheaval and insecurity of Weimar Germany really fit with Hei Xiazi's sense of being dragged forward through eras and forced, like the Roman curse, to live in interesting times. I don't consider Mongolian Hei Xiazi a headcanon, because it is canon, but I am also very partial to my headcanon that he is the son of a concubine or second wife, and so grew up in a household answering to his own biological mother and to the first wife of his father.

I also think it's worth noting that I consciously chose to diverge from canon and have him going blind as the result of a then-unknown eye condition before he becomes immortal. He's already Hei Xiazi in mine, down to being blind, by the time immortality comes to get him. That was important to me. I don't dispute authorial choices and I don't presume to know the intent behind them, but honestly, as a reader and creator, I'm tired of disability in media being the result of something mystical or otherworldly. Disability is the most ordinary thing in the world; it's the biggest minority in the world, which anyone can join at any point in their lives, and if they're lucky to live a long life likely will. (I have a lot of other feelings about why I picked this so if you ever want to know, you can always ask, I just don't want to go off on my finely-crafted Hei Xiazi and Disability soapbox for too long unprompted.)

However, I'm going to pick something smaller: the headcanon that Hei Xiazi was 36 when he had his first sexual experience with another man is my favourite for him, especially when you remember that I write him as having been sexually active, on and off, from the age of 17. It's important for me to honour the queer experience as one that can feel like you're racing to make up for lost time, or one with a delayed start, but also for a character who I conceive of as so fiercely and unashamedly queer by the point we meet him in canon to have had an implied period of self-reckoning. For me, Hei Xiazi is a character who wants to appear effortless and yet all of it is very, very earned, and this for me was both a first hint of that to readers in my work and also a first hint of that to Xie Yuchen.

#more than one answer to a question yet again i guess #thank you so much i'm loving these!!!!#silver-colour #asks

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fosil-found · 10 months

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Testing the waters

First part of a first fic, feedback more than welcome. Pls enjoy

The nobleman Sidon was focused in Mipha’s court, keeping the sludge at bay and providing clean water to his homeland. The task is taking a toll on Sidon’s spirit but he stands unwavering before his duty. At his side, Link was aiding him, manually removing the gunk from the water to the best of his abilities. Whilst physically draining, the procedure was mentally dull, and Link provided good company. The prince was able to confide easily to the swordsman. Standing here, a dedicated memorial to his beloved sister Mipha, usually made Sidon even more talkative than his already talkative self in front of others. His extraverted demeanour was often exaggerated whenever it came to his sibling. He felt the need to appear overly cheerful when in memory of such heart crushing sadness. He felt no such need to fabricate a better version of himself around Link. He talked solemnly with the Hylian. He was recounting the battle he fought side by side with him against Vah Ruta.

“I remember when I first saw you don our people’s armour. It fit you perfectly my friend. “

”I would even say you were meant to be one of us.” he chuckled.

“As sad as I am to see you leave us to aid others, I must selfishly admit that I’m delighted when you stay here with me, with the Zora I mean.”

Sidon would bring peace to the kingdom himself if it meant that Link would linger but a bit longer is his domain. Whilst the prince is very friendly, he has very true friends he trusted. He could count them on one hand ; and he counted Link twice. He could see why Mipha gazed so longingly at the Hylian, with his flowing blond locks and his eyes that conveyed more than the silent swordsman would ever say aloud. He was starting to gaze at Link himself.

The two continued their labour for most of the day, stopping only to eat if food was brought to them. It was an almost blissful scene should you ask Sidon. Link by his side, the sky falling from the heavens, the frogs croaking in their company. The quasi tranquillity is only disturbed when a guard comes rushing to the prince.

He was shouting about the dam, a piece of sky ruins had fallen onto the dam. Rutala dam, overlooking Zora’s Domain, was about to burst. A falling piece of sky debris has critically struck it. Link and Sidon, accompanied by the guard race to the bridge of the dam. They take in the damage done by falling ruins. They had cemented themselves dead centre of the dam’s outer wall; some wreckage of it fell into the river below, disturbing the fish and urging them downstream and scaring a stray Lizalfos scuttling away.

The dam would buckle under the added pressure of the ruins sent from the heavens. Should it break, the citadel below would be destroyed. The only break in the clouds being that the Zora people would be able to swim themselves safely to shore, albeit with no place to call home.

#link x sidon #link #prince sidon #sidon x link #totk #totk spoilers

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