#I can’t tell if he actually believes this or not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[spacecat-studio]

So I’m going to make an Effort to read some of my folklore library, and we’re starting with #66 (because it happened to be on top of the pile of books sitting next to me on my couch) The Lore of the Unicorn by Odell Shepard.

I found the 1967 copy at my local Half Price Books an…indeterminate number of years ago. I read a bit of it back then, but was discouraged by the Greek and Latin sprinkled liberally throughout. This was before the days of smartphones with translation apps, so I will be availing myself of The Internets to make my current attempt.

I’m still in the introduction but I totally forgot that this book opens up with the author describing what he calls a real unicorn horn?

I imagine it’s actually like, a narwhal horn or something similar. The dangers of studying too much folklore and not enough science I guess XD

#folklore studies #fairytales and folklore #unicorn myth and history #The Lore of the Unicorn by Odell Shepard #I can’t tell if he actually believes this or not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[clairdelunelove]

What Pining!Yuuji Would Do For You

itadori yuuji x reader

genre: insane amounts of fluff, comfort

warnings: slightly suggestive

synopsis: you're in for a crazy ride! pining!yuuji means having this loverboy absolutely head-over-heels for you. told in headcanons!

a.n. I can't stop writing about this beautiful boy. I'm so sorry but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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gives you random compliments

it could be a regular, mundane day where you’re carrying out your normal routine while yuuji accompanies you 

just doing some grocery shopping before the week starts,, attempting to get ahead before you’re inevitably caught up in work/school  

and spending some time with him was, without exception, bliss 

yuuji has this magnetic force that pulls everyone in– you included– and it’s no different when the two of you are strolling through the aisles 

he’s sociable, easygoing, and friendly; so of course he’s going to catch bystanders’ attention 

especially with how sincere his words are to you 

“oh,” he hums and points to a brightly colored package, “didn’t you say you wanted to try these last time?” 

and before you can persuade him that you don’t actually need it,, they’re just some silly limited-edition snack you wanted to try,, the blushy haired male places it into the shopping basket 

“I’ll pay! don’t you worry about it!” he’ll mention while placing a gentle hand on your head

he walks off while whistling like it’s nothing,, like it’s normal for friends to pay for each other’s groceries (which was an entire week’s worth) 

and oh boy, you should expect yuuji to carry the basket/push the store cart for you 

it’s basically his job whenever he goes shopping with you 

takes it on with such seriousness that it���s almost concerning 

“oi! you’ll hurt your hands,” he lightheartedly clicks his tongue before taking ahold of the basket in your hands, “it’s heavy. I’ll carry it!” 

and he's so adamant about how 'heavy' it is but uses a couple of his fingers to effortlessly swing it around

follows you through every aisle (even ambles back when you meekly tell him that you forgot an ingredient you wanted) without a complaint,, basically has the patience of a saint 

and each shopping run isn’t complete without yuuji secretly picking out a gift for you 

it could be anything: candied snacks, yummy dessert, a sugary drink,, he’ll just add it onto the conveyor belt before the cashier can finish scanning all the items 

this time though, he’s picked out a small bouquet of flowers for you 

“yuu,” you bashfully tug the bottom of his shirt to convey your appreciation, “you didn’t have to.” 

because they’re beautiful– a handful of radiant flowers that are bunched together in glimmering wrapping paper 

“hm?” 

he seems genuinely confused, an emotion that you’re not used to identifying on his sharp features

brows furrowing, he finally adds, “oh, you meant the flowers? why not? they’re pretty like you.” 

his words seem straightforward, direct but they’re wholly genuine since it’s coming from him 

yuuji wouldn’t say anything he didn’t truly believe 

the cashier casts a knowing glance to you when yuuji’s turned away, digging in his pocket for his wallet to pay, and sends you a badgering wink 

you, on the other hand, are a flustered mess 

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finds any excuse to get closer to you

was yuuji particularly concerned in the ill-kept secret you weren’t willing to tell him? 

not necessarily 

did that stop him from pestering you about it? 

nope 

if anything, he’s revitalized when you peer up at him through your lashes and murmur, “I guess I can tell you now.” 

and you’re so close to him,, he never even realized you obligingly closed the distance by scooting beside him  

“but yuu,” you pause so your lower lip juts out into a pleading pout, “you can’t tell anyone else because this is just between the two of us.” 

there's not a thought in his mind except the fact that he’s so screwed 

because at this angle you’re even more stunning; wide, imploring eyes that are solely focused on him 

and he inwardly melts when he manages to catch a whiff of your sweet perfume,, it never even dawned on him that a person could be the literal embodiment of his desire 

his tongue feels like sandpaper, he’s tumbling over his words but reassures, “you can tell me anything! my lips are sealed.” 

“you sure?” 

to respond, he gestures toward his mouth, zips it close, and metaphorically throws it behind his shoulder 

“good,” you’re obviously pleased at his obedience before you’re waving him closer, “come here then, I’ll tell you.”

you should’ve been puzzled about his unusual speechlessness but you’re buzzing from the excitement of the secret 

and there’s no one else around,, in fact, the spot that the both of you are situated in is surprisingly empty 

the top of the school building is typically bustling with students attempting to get a breath of fresh air before trudging back to class 

yet, yuuji’s alone with you now,, and he’s not about to waste his chance 

it’s almost pitiful how quickly he scurries to heed your every word 

he ends up softly knocking knees with you in his haste, mutters a hurried apology, but it doesn’t seem like you mind 

no, you just twist closer to him, invading his personal space, and he’s holding in his breath 

because if he concentrates hard enough he’s able to feel your warmth on the crook of his neck 

you raise a hand near your lips before your secret easily spills out, “I bought us tickets to the horror movie you were talking about a couple months ago!” 

and it’s silent 

you're beaming at him

yuuji’s speechless because he’s too preoccupied with, well– you 

and he’s consumed with the thought of how sweet you are to him, how your every interaction with him is genuinely wholesome, or how you’re completely oblivious to the effect you have on him 

“I know tickets were sold out in the first week but I pulled some strings,” you explain with a delighted smile, “and managed to snag two for us!”

immediately, his lips crack into the widest grin you’ve ever seen 

in true yuuji fashion, he throws his arms around you to encase you in a warm hug and your giggles are smothered by his chest 

and as he snuggles closer, he breathes you in and tenderly murmurs, “what did I ever do to deserve you?” 

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answers your 2 a.m. phone calls when you can't sleep

“look who’s calling.” 

you recognize the lighthearted jest in his voice as it crackles through the phone’s speaker and immediately you’re put at ease 

it had taken yuuji two rings before he picked up,, he’s never failed to answer your calls whenever you needed him  

although he couldn’t see it, you playfully rolled your eyes at his comment and explained, “just wanted to talk and ask what you’re up to.”

he presses the ‘speaker’ icon on his phone, props it on his pillow, and shifts so his hands are folded beneath his neck 

honeyed eyes staring at the ceiling, he figures losing a bit of his sleep was worth it if it was for you 

“at this hour?” 

he chokes out a laugh, voice a tad bit rough as he jokes,, the sound is a kind of gravelly that would’ve caused you to swoon if it wasn’t for your inkling suspicion that he was fast asleep before you called 

instantly, your heart drops 

“yuu,” you hesitated with a hushed apology, “sorry for waking you up. I just couldn’t sleep so–” 

there’s a rustle on the other end of the phone 

he must’ve tripped on something because there’s a loud clang followed by a string of curses from his mouth 

“I wasn’t sleeping! I was still gaming when you called! I have my headphones on and everything. I’m on, like, level 29 now! so,” he clears his throat, “don’t be sorry that you called.” 

you felt the tips of your ears burning– his reassurance was too sweet,, yet you couldn’t help but shyly prod, “you sure?”

“totally, I’ll even send a picture if you don’t believe me.” 

after the words leave his lips, your phone dings with a notification and truth be told, yuuji’s contact indicated that he had attached a file 

your fingers click on it, curiosity drawing you in, and you’re greeted with a picture of him; perched at his desk with his dark gaming headphones draped over his head 

he’s featured with a lazy grin and has three fingers thrown up in a laid-back pose 

you’re not focused on that, though 

no, you’re instinctively pinching at the screen to zoom in at the enticing dip of his collarbones that peek underneath his nightshirt and how tousled his blushy hair is since it’s so late at night– a different side of yuuji that you’re rarely graced with 

you save the picture to your camera roll 

caught in a flustered daze, you barely hear him call your name over your ogling, “(y/n)?” 

“yup! I see the picture,” you quickly chirp before smoothly changing the topic, “I like the headphones, by the way.” 

he chuckles but softens his voice, almost bashful, “well, you are the one that got them for me for my birthday.” 

“oh my gosh, you’re right! that was so long ago!” 

“it’s only been a month!”

and when the two of you are enraptured in a fit of laughter, he pauses,, lets your gleeful giggle flow through his phone’s speaker and knows that you’re worth every second of his time 

“fair point,” you gasp for air as your lips curl into a smile, “what do you want for your next birthday, then?” 

yuuji manages to brush aside your inquiry, mentioning that he didn’t need anything, and the two of you chat until the sun slowly rises over the horizon 

his eyes lowly droop, threatening to close, but he speaks with the same enthusiasm as when the call begun 

you talk about anything and everything 

hobbies, worries, the future– the whole lot 

yet, you manage to include him in each and every topic 

“the beach would be nice in this weather,” you sleepily suggest and hum, “I feel like you’d really like swimming there. lots of fish and seashells to collect. we should go together sometime. maybe for your birthday.” 

when he hears your soft breathing over the line, indicating that you’d fallen asleep over the call, yuuji quietly chuckles 

“‘for my birthday’ huh? for my birthday, I just,” he repeats your words and confesses with a hushed, “want you to notice me, dummy.” 

#jujutsu itadori #jujutsu kaisen #yuuji itadori #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #yuuji fluff #itadori x y/n #itadori yuuji x you #jjk x reader #itadori fluff

[apothe-roses]

I Wanna Ride

modern Aemond Targaryen x reader

Part 1

Summary: After finally getting your hands on a ‘dragon’, you find yourself needing help with repairs. Enter hot yet rude mechanic Aemond Targaryen

Fic contains: swearing, Aemond beings prick, I think that’s it?

A/N: I’ve been sitting on this fic for weeks and am finally ready to post it. I tried to use the right terminology, but I know fuck-all about biker culture so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Hope you enjoy!

“No fucking way.”

Alysanne Blackwood turns and looks at you, mouth agape. “You actually got one.” You smile back at her, practically vibrating with excitement.

“I know. I didn’t fully believe it myself til I saw her in person.” The ‘her’ in question was a beat-up white motorcycle that was currently sitting in your workshop, but this wasn’t just any old bike. No. This was a dragon. The top of the line. Even non-bikers knew a thing or two about dragons. Made by Targaryen Corp., these beauties were prized for their powerful engines, speed, and endurance. The model you picked up was a Meraxes—one of the earlier models that has since been retired.

“I never thought you’d actually pluck up the nerve to buy a bike for yourself. Much less a dragon.”

“You know I’ve always wanted to learn to ride,” you tell her.

“Yeah, but you never acted on that. Well, ‘til now,” Aly quips.

“I already know more than enough about bikes,” you assert.

“Fixing a dragon and riding one are two completely different things.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t do both.”

“We’ll see,” Aly laughs. You smile back, shoving her playfully.

That had been six months ago. You were so close to being ready, but you'd hit a roadblock in her repairs. No matter what, you just couldn't get the transmission to run the way you wanted it to.

"If you stare at that engine for much longer, it's gonna burst into flames," Alysanne muses. You look over your shoulder and shoot her a glare. She only giggles at you, hopping off the workbench she was sitting on.

"You know, there's nothing wrong with needing help every once in a while," she says.

“I know,” you sigh back. “It’s just…”

“Too stubborn to admit defeat?” she teases.

“No!” you answer back a little too quickly.

“Maybe,” you mutter, turning your gaze towards the floor. “It’s also the money.” Mechanics who worked on older bikes were hard to come by in your area, and the ones that were in the area charged an arm and a leg for their services.

"Listen, I know just the place for you to go. There’s this one place Cregan loves to frequent. He swears up and down they're the best in town. I’ve met the owners several times, and they’re trustworthy. One of them even specializes in older bikes like this gal right here," she pats one of Meraxes's handlebars. That piques your interest. You knew Aly’s boyfriend was a man of his work, so this place must be good if he says so.

“And will this specialist leave me up to my ears in debt?”

“They’re pretty far when it comes to prices for service. Plus, you can always come to me if you’re short a few bucks,” Aly replies, going to grab her phone. You grimace at the thought. You love Aly and appreciate her generosity, but you don’t like the idea of inconveniencing herself to help you (even if she comes from a rich family). Aly walked back over to you, phone in hand.

“Do you want your bike fixed, or are you gonna stay stuck at a dead end for who knows how long?”

You look at her phone, open to the Contacts app, then back at your bike. You let out a sigh.

“What’s the name?”

That's how you found yourself pulling up to Green Auto Shop in the passenger seat of Aly’s pickup truck, your precious Meraxes securely tied down in the back. It was a rather unassuming garage located not far from Blackwater Bay. Alysanne looks over at you from the driver’s seat. "Don't judge a book by its cover," she says, undoing her seatbelt and opening her door.

You scramble to follow her as she walks confidently into one of the garages. You see a pair of legs sticking out from beneath an old car. Music blares in the background mixed with the sound of metal on metal.

"Egg," Aly shouts over the ruckus. "You've got company." The man working under the car slides out, giving Aly a bright smile. You can't help but gape as Aegon fucking Targaryen walks over to greet the two of you. You've heard and seen a lot about the eldest son of Viserys Targaryen. He has quite the reputation for drinking and partying, but the Sunfyre—a model he masterminded—is one of the company's most popular. In all the photos you've seen of him, he always looked sullen and hungover, a far cry from the relaxed and cheerful man before you.

"Aye, it's Cregan's girl, "he greets, wiping his hands off on a dirty rag. His gaze shifts to you, giving a quick once-over. “And who is this?” He asks flirtatiously while sauntering over to you. “Hi, I’m Aegon,” he holds a mostly clean hand out.

“She’s my friend,” Alysanne replies, pushing her way between the two of you. “And she’s here to see your brother, not you. She’s having trouble with her bike and could really use his help.”

Aegon pouts and puts his hand over his heart. “You don’t trust me, Aly? I’m wounded.” He rubs his hands together, walking out to the pickup. “Now let’s see what my little bro’s got to work with.” Without waiting for permission, he hops into the truck bed and whistles at the bike.

“Never thought I’d see a Meraxes in person again. Aem’s gonna have a field day with this beauty.” Aly grabs his pant leg and gives it a tug. “Off,” she orders. He hops back onto the pavement, his hands raised in mock surrender.

“Where is your cryptid brother? It feels like he’s never here,” Aly asks.

“You just missed him. He went to grab lunch,” Aegon responds. “He’ll be gone a while, but we can talk pricing in the office?” He leads the two of you back into the garage, to a small office off to the side. As you feared, the service would be quite expensive, but Aegon set you up with a payment plan. That put you at ease a bit. You’re also worried about the fact that you haven’t met the person who will actually be working on your bike. You voice your concerns to Aly over burgers that evening.

“Aemond isn’t…the best with people, but what he lacks in people skills he makes up for in his work. Cregan claims he’s a miracle worker after he fixed his Direwolf following a gnarly crash,” Aly reaches across the table and gives your hand a squeeze. “Trust me, your baby’s in good hands.”

About a week later, you borrow Aly’s truck to swing by the garage and check on your bike. One of the doors was up, but Aegon was nowhere to be found. You wondered if he left the garage open by mistake, but you could hear noises coming from in the garage.

You tentatively walk to the entrance and peek inside. Your Meraxes was propped in the bay where you’d left it. Someone was kneeling in front of it, clearly at work. His back was turned, so all you could see was his back and the long, silver hair pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck.

So this must be the elusive Aemond. You knew significantly less about him than you did his other siblings. Him attending public events was rare, and taking photos at said events was rarer.

Cryptid indeed.

You take a tentative step into the garage. He doesn’t notice you approaching, completely engrossed by the bike.

“Um, hello,” you say shyly. He goes rigid, the wrench falling from his grasp. He turns to look at you, and your brain shuts down. You fully expected some kind of Quasimodo-looking guy based on how everyone described Aemond. But this man looked like a Greek statue come to life.

From his nose to his cheekbones to even his lips, he was all sharp angles. One of his eyes was covered by a simple black path. The other was a soft blue, almost periwinkle. The coveralls he’s wearing are unzipped down to his navel, showing the dirty white singlet underneath.

“Can I help you?” He asks briskly, rising to his feet and snapping you out of your daze.

You’re taken aback by his bluntness, a far cry from Aegon’s relaxed demeanor.

“Yeah…I’m here to pick up my bike,” you reply, indicating to the bike behind him.

He gives you a small ‘hmm’ and grabs a rag to wipe his hands. Your gaze is drawn to his long, elegant fingers and the prominent veins that trail down from his arms.

“Your transmission clip was loose,” he explains curtly. “Had to replace it.”

He walks over to the bike, swings a leg over, and starts her up. The engine revs without a problem.

“Crazy how something so small can cause such a large problem,” you say. He once again doesn’t respond, only kills the engine and moves away from the bike. An uncomfortable silence falls between the two of you.

“Sooo…how many of these older bikes do you usually—“

“I need to get back to work. You can talk to Aegon about payment and such. He’s in the back,” Aemond interjects, turning and walking away from you. Your mouth falls open, eyebrows raised.

“O-okay. I was just trying to make conversation,” you mutter.

“Well, I Don’t have time to ‘make conversation.’ I’ve got work to do,” he replies, back turned.

“Apparently, you Don’t have time for manners either,” you snap back.

Aemond turns to you. “Excuse m-“

“Hey! What’s going on?” Aegon rushes in from a back room. He smiles, but his eyes glance nervously between the two of you. “I see you’ve met my brother.” Aemond casts his gaze towards the ground, giving yet another ‘hmm.’

Unfortunately, you want to tell him. Instead you say, “I can give you the first payment now.”

“Awesome! Let’s handle that in the office, shall we?” Aegon asks, ushering you away without waiting for a response. Not that you needed to give one; you were more than eager to get away from Aegon’s rude brother. You pay Aegon, then the two of you head back into the garage. Aemond is nowhere to be found. Busy my ass, you think, trying not to grimace.

Together, you and Aegon load your Meraxes into the bed of the pickup. When you're done, you both lean against the side. Aegon turns his head to look at you.

“Sorry ‘bout Aemond. He’s not…the best with people. But he’s wicked good at what he does. This shop wouldn’t be running without him.”

You don’t say anything, only giving a small nod in response.

“Hey, if you’re free this weekend, there’s a meet going on near Visenya’s hill. You should come. It’ll be fun,” he explains with a small smile.”Ask Aly about it. She should know all the details.”

“Alright,” you tell him. “I’ll be there.”

Next Part

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #modern aemond x reader #modern!aemond x reader #modern aemond #I Wanna Ride Aemond fic

[tiddygame]

hello im sorry i wrote more for @myriadblvck ’s streamer au ghoap

I time travelled and around 4,000 words magically appeared in a document titled: "you didn't juju on the fucking beat soap" I think I was possessed by something. anyways here’s that:

tw: is it a panic attack? is it just typical ghost angst? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just be careful it's mostly fluffy (ghost is mean to himself cause he almost kissed soap on the forehead)

also i just realized after i wrote this whole thing, this is based on my general knowledge of dog tags… as an american. writing about the british military. so if you know your shit about the british military, uhh sorry in advance. my bad. from a very brief search i think a lot of it’s the same or at least same enough but this might hurt for people that know a thing or two. whoops!

fun fact: did you know for a brief stint (iirc, >40 years from around 1960s to 2010ish) the american military was printing soldiers’ ss numbers on their tags? yeah can’t imagine why they switched back to serial numbers.

Ghost had been pacing outside of his office for three minutes before he actually entered. When he did, he didn’t say a word. Just sat down in one of the chairs, fidgeting. It wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence, he was normally either gathering his thoughts before talking to Price about something more personal or hiding from what/whoever he didn't feel like dealing with.

When it came to mission debriefs, he was clear and concise. However, personal matters were a different story, and based on the way he anxiously opened and closed his hand, he'd guess this was a personal matter.

Price didn’t ask. He knew that whatever it was Simon needed to say would come out eventually. For now, he continued filling out paperwork and trying to figure out what it was that had Ghost so worked up.

Honestly, there wasn't much guesswork involved. Chances were, it was probably yet another leave request. He knew from Gaz (who was such an awful gossip he sometimes wondered how the man made it through interrogation training) that Simon had been visiting some social media person he had taken a liking to.

(Look, yes, Price knew about Twitch and live streaming and everything. He’s not actually that old. However, as long as he kept up the front of the old man who complained about the keyboard on his phone being too small, he didn’t have to deal with social media. Sure, it caused all of them to joke that he was geriatric and on his last legs, but he was able to convince Roach that he doesn’t know what TikTok is, meaning he wasn’t in charge of reviewing all the bullshit he and Gaz posted. A fair trade if you ask him.)

He also knew that Gaz was convinced the two were in love to the point that he and Roach had a bet going to see when they would get together. Price thought it was rather stupid, but he had to admire their ability to keep it under wraps; if the lieutenant found out they’d been placing monetary bets on his love life, he had a feeling he would need to find replacements for the 141.

Regardless, Price hoped that one day Simon would tell him about the friend but, until then, he was happy to fill out any paperwork that would get the poor man off base. God knows that idiot needs a vacation.

Simon was bouncing his leg, messing with his fingers, and staring off into space.

Three of his nervous habits at once? He must be even more worked up about this than Price thought. But, he was a patient man. It was about seven minutes of companionable silence before Simon spoke.

“I need replacement dog tags. I seem to have lost mine.”

Price looked up. He could see the chain around his neck and the outline of them still under his shirt.

"You do?" Price shuffled his documents around, eventually finding a blank piece of paper he could write on.

"Yes sir."

“And do you know what happened to them?”

“I believe they were knocked off during the fight from the last mission. I didn’t notice until later that night when we were back at base.”

Price paused and looked up from where he had been writing.

The last mission had been an odd one. Ghost normally stuck further away, their eagle-eyed lieutenant typically stayed at long to mid-range, watching for hostiles and making sure whoever else was in the field wouldn’t get caught off guard by someone they hadn’t seen.

During the last mission, he decided to engage at close range, a far cry from his usual approach of sniping hostiles from the shadows.

At one point, their lieutenant had been tackled and almost strangled. The fight had pretty much ended, his attacker was the only one left there. Ghost, being The Ghost, dispatched him with ease, but it stuck out to Price. Ghost may prefer to stay further back, but that didn’t mean that his hand-to-hand combat skills were lacking by any means.

He remembered thinking at the time that it was a clumsy mistake, that Ghost would have had to be intentionally trying to fuck up to get knocked down. He assumed the man had just been caught off guard, but he knew that theory wouldn’t hold up to any scrutiny. Ghost isn’t one to get caught off guard.

What was stranger yet still was Ghost specifically pointing it out in his mission report, calling even more attention to it.

Price set his pen down and leaned back in his chair.

“You planned this?”

“I plead the fifth,” said the British man.

Price just continued to stare, curious to see if this was actually going where he thought it was going.

“Is this off the record?” Simon eventually asked.

“Of course,” almost everything the 141 did was of dubious legality. Not reporting a conversation about possible wasted assets was far from the worst thing that had been swept under the rug.

“Then yes.”

“Why?”

Simon didn’t answer. Price waited, giving the man time to gather his thoughts, but based on the way his mouth opened and closed before he slumped in his chair, it seemed he didn’t know what to say at all.

Price had an inkling he might know what this was about.

“You know, Gaz likes to keep me informed,” Ghost looked up at him, somewhat panicked yet resigned, like he already knew what Price was going to say.

“He tells me you have a certain someone you’ve been visiting?”

“Yes.”

“Is this person a friend or…?” Ghost once again paused, calculating the potential consequences of his available responses.

He didn’t answer.

“Hmm,” Price paused, wondering how far to push before he continued, “You want to give this person your old dog tags?”

“Yes.”

Of course he would pre-plan “losing” his dog tags. Price mentally chuckled, leave it to Simon to be such a sap that he wanted to give someone his dog tags yet still make sure to follow protocol so he never actually risked going without them.

He had to hand it to him, it wasn’t a bad plan.

Price had a smile now, knowing his grumpy hard-ass lieutenant had a sweetheart he wanted to be sappy with.

“Romantic or platonic?” Price tried again.

“… I don’t know,” he’d never seen Simon look quite so… forlorn.

Hmm… That would explain his hesitancy.

He was pushing how much Simon was willing to divulge.

“And does this person know the significance of you giving them your dog tags?”

Well, curiosity killed the cat…

“No, they don’t.”

…But satisfaction brought it back. How interesting, the plot thickens.

“Do you plan on telling them?”

There was a long pause, after which it dawned on Price, “You want to give them your dog tags because they don’t know.”

It wasn’t a question, he already knew. Simon somehow slumped further, attempting to hide his face as if he weren’t wearing a balaclava.

His grumpy hard-ass lieutenant. Absolutely smitten with someone yet too shy to say anything, deciding on a quiet confession, one they likely wouldn’t pick up on.

Price chuckled, jotting down the necessary information he would need when he got his hands on the right paperwork, polishing up some of the details of Ghost’s story to make it more believable, before reading off what he had written to Ghost to make sure he got everything right. Ghost nodded once, and that was that.

“Replacement tags will probably be here in two to three weeks.”

“I would like to request leave for two to three weeks from now.”

Price handed him the form, having already grabbed it. He noticed how the man seemed to calm at just the thought of getting to visit his mystery person.

Oh, he thought to himself.

I am definitely joining Roach and Gaz’s bet.

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They were lying on the daybed in his streaming room, or, well…

No, that’s not quite right.

Simon was lying on the daybed.

Johnny was lying on top of Simon.

His computer was still softly playing quiet (non-DMCA) music from where his stream had just ended. Instead of turning it off, he had decided to unplug his headset and leave it on, the music just loud enough to be heard.

Simon was sleepily scrolling through his phone, trying to pretend like he hadn’t almost dropped several times while dozing off, desperately trying to stay awake. Johnny had watched his struggle and decided to lay down right on top of Simon, not even trying to pretend like he was trying to fit on the remaining space on the daybed. Why would he when Simon was right there?

It was meant to be a joke, having thrown himself on top of him to annoy the man into sleeping on an actual bed (he claimed he wasn’t tired but the comically loose grip on his phone and the waking world said otherwise.) However, unfortunately for said sleepy man, Simon was very, very comfortable.

His head was resting on Simon’s chest, arms under his back like he actually was just a pillow, one hand reaching higher to feel where Simon’s hair had begun to grow out slightly.

I wonder if he would let me help him cut it…

Simon had said he was like a clingy cat, his free hand running through his hair in the same manner one would pet a cat to prove his point. The joke's on him though, he likes it.

Simon had tried to stop but Johnny didn’t let him, threatening to tickle him if he did.

(“I’m not ticklish, I just don’t want you throwing a tantrum.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say,” he was definitely ticklish, and one of these days he was going to prove it.)

At some point, Simon had given up on keeping a grip on his phone, letting it drop to the side. They would probably have to go digging through the cushions to get it out of whatever crevice it had fallen to. As of right now, the idea of ever leaving his spot was comical at best.

The sun had begun to set, orange and pink tinted light filtering through the sheer curtains, making everything look more like a dream. Or maybe it was just the proximity to the man below him that was making him feel so serene.

Johnny took a second to inhale and exhale slowly, appreciating the moment. He hoped that this memory, this beautiful tranquility with Simon, would be something he cherished for a long time to come.

He knew that they had things to do. Soon, Simon would be catching a flight at some ungodly hour, headed back to save the world yet again. But for now, he was happy to nap away in their own little bubble. He never was a religious man but here in the arms of Simon Riley, he was tempted to think heaven was real, and that it was right in front of him.

“I almost forgot,” Simon mumbled, not sounding any more awake than he looked, reaching up for the collar of his shirt. Thankfully, the hand that was running his hair remained. He didn’t like proving the cocky bastard right, but he probably would have thrown a tantrum had he tried to remove it.

“They had some fuck up along the line or something and accidentally printed me an extra set of dog tags. I was just gonna toss ‘em but thought you might want—”

Johnny was now wide awake, sitting up and yanking the chain out of his hands.

“Don’t you fucking dare throw them away, of course I want them!” Simon’s face reddened, a frequent treat for Johnny now that he had gotten more comfortable going without the mask. Simon might have been good at keeping a poker face, but without his mask, he was a blushing mess.

He wondered if the blush was from his obvious jubilation at the gift or if it was because he was now straddling the man. Such pesky details, however, (even ones that would keep future Johnny awake at night) were far less important than examining the necklace in his hands.

It was obvious this was the older set, the metal worn and dented in some spots though the writing was still clearly visible.

“Calm down, I’m not going to take it from you,” the gruff tone was severely undermined by the aforementioned blush. It was hard to sound tough while half asleep on a daybed and being used as another man’s pillow.

Johnny stared at them for a little bit longer, feeling every dent and wondering the story behind how they got there, before putting them on.

He smiled at the man under him, “How do I look?”

He was going to joke, asking if he looked like a rough and tough soldier ready for war, but something in Simon’s eyes made him stop short.

He was looking with… with… Reverence was far too intense of a word for the softness of the moment but it was the only word that came to mind.

Simon reached up with his hand, grabbing the tags, his knuckles grazing his chest.

Well, that’s just fucking unfair.

Simon was supposed to be the blushy one. Not him, goddammit!

Though, he thinks when they make eye contact, they end up tied for who is blushing the most. They stare for a while, maybe it should have felt awkward but it was too adoring for either to feel any form of uncomfortability.

Neither moved.

It was Johnny that broke first, smiling at him, yet again tracing all of the scars he could see. It was his new favorite hobby, especially when Simon would blush making the scars on his face all the more visible.

He took one more second to sleepily appreciate the man before him, then went back to using him as a pillow. His hands went back to where they were before, one under Simon’s back and one playing with his hair. His head, however, did not fall back to his chest, instead resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Simon’s hand returned to running through his hair, his other now coming up to rest on his back, rubbing up and down a few times before the sleepiness from earlier fully returned with his hand stopping somewhere around the small of his back.

Johnny leaned up slightly and gave a chaste kiss to the part of his neck that he could reach, then settled back to where he was. The hand in his hair paused.

“Thank you, Simon.”

A second of delay, and then the hand continued.

“You’re welcome, Johnny.”

Simon shuffled slightly, getting comfy before—

A kiss, on his forehead.

He couldn’t stop the blush and smile if he wanted to. He snuggled closer before drifting off to sleep.

When he woke, he was in his bed, practically tucked in. His window had been opened slightly, blackout curtains that had been drawn closed now swaying slightly with the breeze. When he focused, he realized he could smell petrichor and hear heavy rainfall outside with the occasional grumble of thunder.

There was a note on his nightstand. As he expected, it was Simon’s handwriting, apologizing for not waking him up before he left. It said that he had made breakfast for him (pancakes, with enough for when his sister would inevitably try to steal them), that he made sure to lock the front door, and left the window cracked.

He giggled sleepily at the last line. Regardless of the context, it always made Simon anxious to have the curtains open, much less to leave a window open. But, he also must've known how much Johnny loved the rain and set his worries aside, just this once, so he could wake up to the rain.

He set the note down and flopped back onto his pillows, his hand felt something cold and he remembered.

The dog tags.

John MacTavish is no stranger to crushes and heartbreaks.

He's had high school sweethearts, been in and out of love, he knows his way around the world of dating. Which is why he most certainly does not squeal and kick his legs while holding the tags like some kid with their first crush.

He did it like a grown man, thank you very much.

He grabbed his phone and sent Simon the worst pun he could think of; it was tradition at this point to send him some god-awful joke before his flight.

Simon has probably already forgotten about the whole exchange. He probably woke up and assumed he threw them away when he noticed he wasn't wearing them. It was probably stupid, an insignificant gesture with no meaning. But to Johnny, it felt like everything.

He sighed dreamily at the ceiling and felt the cool metal once more. Thunder roared outside. He thought about how he had felt in the man's arms. Thought about how much he wanted that again.

God.

His phone dinged and he immediately reached over to grab it.

I'm fucked, aren't I?

<><><><>

Elsewhere, Ghost was in an airport terminal, having far too much time to think.

Over the weekend, it was almost impressive how many times Ghost had talked himself into and back out of giving Soap his dog tags. He really hoped he hadn't made a mistake.

Simon felt the spot that Johnny had kissed and wondered if he remembered it. Wondered if he had meant it.

Simon thought about how Johnny had looked cradled in his arms when he carried him to his room, the way he had reached out for him when he laid him in bed. The way he had grabbed his wrist and clung to it, grumbling when Simon tried to pull it back.

If asked, he'd say that he had woken up late and that's why he was so far behind schedule. He'd keep the part where he sat there, kneeled in front of Johnny's bed, waiting for him to fall back into a deep enough sleep to pull his arm away all to himself. After all, it would have been rude to wake him up, no?

He had made sure to plug up his phone and, upon seeing the forecasted weather, hesitated before opening the window. It was only barely cracked, just enough for the sounds of the outside world to shamble in, but not so wide as to worry about water damage. He stared at it, convincing himself not to worry and that Johnny would like waking up to the fresh air.

He turned back to make sure the man was still asleep, still comfy, but stopped for a moment. He approached the bed and hesitated before running his fingers through his stupid haircut, almost wishing the man would grab his arm and give him an excuse to stay.

He didn't. Simon did, however, lean in to give him one last kiss on the forehead as some stupidly sappy goodbye, before his brain turned back on and he ripped himself away.

What the fuck is wrong with you? What? He grabs your arm in your sleep so you feel entitled to be able to kiss him?

Simon backed away, staring at the hand that had just been in his hair. He felt dirty.

For fuck’s sake, relax. It's not that big of a deal, you did it earlier; the man fell asleep in your arms, a forehead kiss isn't too much of a stretch.

He went to the kitchen and scrubbed his hands for a while, only stopping when he thought about how much water he was wasting. He still felt dirty.

Not a stretch? You don't get to decide that. How would you feel if someone tried to kiss you while you were unconscious? If they said that they felt they should be allowed to do so because you fell asleep?

He had started making pancakes. Something quick, easy, and reheatable for when Soap woke up. Like making him breakfast would make up for trying to kiss him in his sleep.

Why can't you just be normal?

Eventually, and after a run-in with Soap’s hell-spawn of a twin, he had to leave. The time on his phone showed that he should probably already be halfway to the airport by now but he has always been a selfish man.

He had snagged some paper and left Soap a quick note, hoping the apology would make him feel better about worse sins than not waking him up. It didn't.

He stared at the man for a second, admiring him, before he reminded himself that he was a fucking creep and left.

The storm left the flight delayed by 1.5 hours. Ghost had sat waiting, wireless headphones on and connected, but not playing anything. He had far too much time to think.

Simon thought about how Johnny had looked, his dog tags around his neck, silhouetted by the fading light, the sun behind his head as if even the stars knew they could never compare to him.

He stood and started pacing. Amongst the screaming children, feuding families, and people who think they're entitled to listen to their music without headphones, one middle-aged man having an existential crisis didn't stick out.

He thought about how he had never understood weighted blankets so well until Johnny had thrown himself on top of him. It should've hurt. He should've been annoyed. Instead, Simon selfishly hoped he would never get up.

It took him a while to put his finger on what he had been feeling exactly. Finally, he realized.

There, in that moment, he had never been so happy to be alive. It was a startling emotion to discern amongst the swath of negativity he normally felt. It startled him so much, he had snapped out of his reverie and stopped short in his pacing. When he checked the time, he saw he had one missed text from Johnny.

Soap (art streamer): i was trying to think of an airplane joke but none of them landed

Simon chuckled and sat down; he almost forgot about their dumb little tradition.

Ghost: Disliked.

Soap (art streamer): everyone is so mean 2 me 💔

Ghost: It is not my fault your pun was so Boeing.

Soap (art streamer): well i thought i could wing it

Ghost: Did you look up what giving do-

Ghost: About the tags, you

Ghost: I think you make me want to live

Ghost sighed and fell back further into his seat, coming to a conclusion that his subconscious had long ago discovered.

I'm in love, aren't I?

Soap (art streamer): speechless huh? finally, the Wright reaction to my comedic genius

Ghost: Absolutely awful, Mactavish.

Soap (art streamer): :D

Took you long enough, dumbass.

<><><><>

Soap’s twin spent a good bit of time staring at her brother's new accessory.

“Is something wrong?” he challenged, hoping she wasn't in a bothersome mood.

She failed miserably at hiding her shit-eating grin but didn't care.

“Nope!” she replied.

She had run into Ghost early that morning before he left.

"Detergent."

She was pretty sure he never even learned her name, just jumped straight into calling her detergent.

"Ghoul," she greeted, glaring at the man.

Being required by law to not trust him, she checked on her brother as he was still gathering his things and noticed the necklace.

“You gave him your dog tags,” she accused, like she was framing him for murder.

“Yes, I did,” he replied casually, as per usual robbing her of the fight she so desperately wanted to pick.

“Did you tell him what it means?”

“...What does it mean?”

Damn, he was good. If she wasn't convinced that he was the devil incarnate, she might have fallen for his feigned ignorance.

“100 bucks and you buy my silence.”

“I don't know what you mean.”

“200 then.”

“It doesn't even mean anything.”

“Hmm. Well, I suppose you might be right… JOHN!” their neighbors were probably going to complain.

“What the fuck are you doing?” ooh he was getting panicked now.

“If it doesn't matter then you won't mind me telling him to look it up,” she started walking to his room, “JOHNSON!”

“Fucking Christ, woman! Just— Fucking— Here.”

He pulled out his wallet and started counting bills. Damn, that was easier than she thought.

“What did you say? 100?”

“Nope! That was before inflation. Now it’s 300.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You said 200!”

“So you admit you tried to scam me?”

“Just take the 100 and g-”

She didn't even get to yell, he reached for more before she could finish taking a deep breath in.

“Just shut the fuck up! Here! Three fucking hundred!”

She was tempted to raise her price further, but she was no gambler, she was a strategist. She knew a defeated man when she saw one. If she played this right, she could extort money out of him for a long time to come.

Something, something, vampires not fully killing their victims and all that.

She took the money, counted it, and then held out her hand to shake.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Wraith!”

He didn't shake her hand.

“Christ, both of you are awful.”

He packed his stuff and left, broke, broken, and defeated.

She ate as many pancakes as she could, rich and victorious.

She thought about how much power, how much blackmail she had in this moment.

“I’m fantastic actually,” she walked to her room.

I am going to be so fucking rich by the time they get their shit together.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghoap #streamer au #streamer! soap #streamer!soap #streamer! au #ft. Old Man Price and Chronic Shit Stirrer Twin Sister (unnamed) #ghost never changes soaps contact name #my version of ghost in this au has convinced himself that he's nothing more than an incel/neckbeard #and that's why he is the way that he is #[I know my mess of 'family hcs' or whatever was derailed to shit but I still think ghost would call his twin detergent] #i’m scheduling this for when i’ll be asleep so goodnight i hope you all sleep well and drink plenty of water #my writing

[avalypuff]

I’m just gonna say it.

I don’t think Zonai and Hylians are capable of reproduction under normal circumstances.

This is Not to say that I doubt the existence of Sonia and Rauru’s offspring, or Zelda’s blood relation to them, especially given that’s the one thing the game did explicitly tell us.

But on to the reason I think this—

Zelda (as a series) has kept things pretty consistent as far as Hylian/[other] hybrids, with the only exception being an obvious one that Hylians and Gerudo are compatible. But other than that, we’ve never seen anything like a Hylian x Rito/Zora/Goron/etc hybrid (ok so the Goron one makes sense because of their canon asexual reproduction, but it just felt weird excluding them from my point) and it stands to reason why.

They’re not just different races. They’re completely different species, whose differences can’t even be compared to those of a horse and donkey, or lion and tiger. Just by looking at them it’s pretty clear the different peoples throughout Hyrule have incompatible DNA.

Yes they’re all sapient and can fall in love with one another, and that’s totally real and valid! But love isn’t enough to make babies when the lovers are one bird and one fish, or in the case of Rauru and Sonia, one goat-dragon and one human-shape.

However, unlike a Zora or Rito, I believe there is one factor that Zonai could use to create life with a Hylian… their God-like magic!

That being said, I am a lover of science, and if you are too, then listen up, my friends, because I have more to explain, because I STILL don’t believe they can reproduce by [normal means] don’t make me say it… I get enough bots following me

I believe, like other Zonai magic such as ultra hand or ascend, it has to be a conscious decision. A spell, in the simplest terms. Basically, it can’t happen by accident; not to take any romance away from the act, of course! (Putting the rest under a cut cause this is getting long)

To go a bit more in depth—and please keep in mind this is treading even deeper into personal headcanon territory—I believe the magic would neutralize Zonai DNA (or whoever’s providing the sperm. In this case it’s Rauru, but I wonder if he was the only Zonai to ever fall in love with a Hylian…) and it would work kiiind of similarly to parthenogenesis with the resulting offspring being more-or-less a clone of the female parent. That’s right. I believe their child visually looks just like her mother, Sonia, though she’d probably choose her own hairstyle. lol.

Anyway, mammals aren’t actually capable of parthenogenesis, and furthermore that act doesn’t involve sperm, but it’s a cool biology thing I wanted to build a headcanon sort of based around.

I’m also a boring old fool who doesn’t like idea of Sonia birthing a furry, even though I’m all about the ship of her and Rauru. Idk. Half the time I don’t even understand me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading. If not—if you want furry baby, just know I’m not directing this at anyone or trying to dismiss their ideas. I just wanted to share my own. Peace ✌️

#the legend of Zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk spoilers #Rauru #Sonia #Zonai #headcanons #don’t talk to me about ancient hero’s aspect #small ears digitigrade legs and tail #not a zonai #a hybrid wouldn’t look more animal than either parent #it’s some yet unknown race #that’s the only explanation I’ll accept

[sugalaritae]

the safety zone (jhs) 1/?

summary: it's been exactly 15 years since you saw jung hoseok, your brother's high school best friend and the one who's virginity you took; you don't expect to have anything in common with him least of all a list of things like: living in the same city, enjoying sex (some might say a little too much... judgemental bastards), music, and fashion (amongst so many other things). you definitely don't expect a friendship to bloom or how complicated that friendship could be.

pairing: jung hoseok x f! reader (with background jeon jungkook x the same reader)

genre: the big three: (eventual) smut, fluff, and angst

au: brothers best friend, friends to lovers, based off the movie sleeping with other people, aged up characters (everyone is in their thirties)

rating: 18+

word count: 2.6k

warnings: another fic taking place in canada (this time ontario...which sort of needs a warning), slight mention of anxiety about returning to the town you grew up in, also anxiety over driving, talk of virginity (it's a social construct and absolutely stupid!!), drinking, legal drug use (marijuana), high school reunions (*shudders*), discussion of teenage sex, indigo namjoon and this fucking devastating hoseok

author’s note: oh look griddle has decided to start another drabble series!! this time for our dear jung hoseok because fucking hell i miss him already. i watched sleeping with other people today and i have been wanting to write a hoseok romance (heat waves pt2 is coming don't worry), so this idea slid into my head and then i decided to make it a drabble series and here we are. some of the chapters might just be texting or phone calls, some of it might actually be things that happen, some of them will just be smut (mostly hoseok fucking randos and reader fucking jungkook) i'm sorry for whatever this is. i hope you enjoy it just as much as i do. this is only LIGHTLY edited bc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The road ahead of you is full of small hills. You’re fine with driving up and down them now but you remember what it was like to learn how to drive on these roads; the forest around you on either side, the long road down and then the seemingly longer road upward. It’s surprising how now, even years later, you can feel the slight bubble of anxiety in your chest. You can hear your brother’s voice from the backseat tell you that you’re being stupid for being anxious.

”Nothing is going to happen.”

”You do not know that!”

Still, you check the breaks as you’re going down the first hill and they’re working. So you take a breath and you remind yourself that you’re going to be okay.

You know the anxiety is also there because you’re returning home. For a stupid high school reunion, you can’t really believe that you let Namjoon talk you into this. Fifteen years is actually a stupid number that makes you feel old but still, you’re driving the three hours and you’re going to this stupid thing for at least an hour even if you don’t want to and even if you think it’s the dumbest fucking thing to do on a Saturday night.

Instead of concentrating on the anxiety you concentrate on the road ahead of you and the view that you have from the top of each hill. Slowly the town you grew up in begins to appear closer and closer.

You haven’t missed the town itself but you’ve missed the view.

Your phone beeps and for a brief moment you look down at it hoping that you’ll see a certain name flash across it but it’s only your Namjoon’s name. First a text and then the worst picture of him filling your screen. You press the green button on your car’s console.

“Hey.”

“How far out are you?” he asks.

“Like twenty minutes, why? You said the thing wasn’t starting until seven.”

“It’s not but there’s a few of us that are getting together for supper beforehand and I thought maybe, since you’ve been driving you would be hungry.”

This is your brother, kind and considerate while also being an incredible pain in the ass for dragging you to a place that you swore you would never go back to.

“Who is a few of us? Because I’m not super interested in eating with a bunch of guys that all thought playing on the high school soccer team was the best years of their lives like a fucking Bruce Springsteen song.”

“Springsteen never wrote about soccer players only baseball players.”

You groan, “whatever.”

“It’s a few from the team but I thought you’d want to come because Hobi will be there.”

Hobi. Hoseok Jung, the man who’s virginity you took (who also took yours but that’s irrelevant) the night of your prom night. The man who you left still sleeping in the hotel room he had paid for before you flew across the country to study art history. The man who you haven’t spoken to since that night.

Even though, sometimes, you still masturbate to the thought of him. Fifteen years later.

“Hello?? You still there.”

Your brother does not know that there was ever a you and Hobi and you hope that he never will. He’s not protective, just one of those things that you would rather keep to yourself because Namjoon has never really been great at not involving himself in your life (that goes two ways but again, not relevant).

“Yeah, sorry. I guess I’ll come. However, I want it on record that I’m still pissed off you convinced me to come to this thing.”

You hear him clear his throat as he puts on what you like to refer to as his professional voice, “Noted.”

“Thank you. Can I at least shower and change before I meet up with you guys?”

“Umma has your room ready and waiting.”

You sigh, “that’s the only good thing about this whole weekend, Umma and Appa.”

You miss dinner with Namjoon and his friends mostly because you don’t want to visit a restaurant that had been your regular hangout spot when you were a teenager, and you missed your father’s cooking; but now you regret it because instead of being in one of Namjoon’s friend’s car you are in being driven by your father to the school that you had sworn you would never return to. The whole situation makes you feel like a teen again. Well, except that you are dressed better than you had ever imagined you would be at 34.

“Have fun tonight. If you and Joon need a ride home because you’ve had too much to drink don’t be scared to wake Umma and I,” your father said with a smile on his face.

The whole situation is surreal and you laugh a little, nodding.

“Appa, if that happens then we’re going to walk home. I’m not going to wake you and umma up especially after she just said that you haven’t been sleeping well.”

Your father shakes his head and brushes the air with his hand.

“Don’t listen to her.”

“Appa!”

He gives you a smile that he shares with Joon as he returns his hand to the steering wheel and nods.

“Have fun,” your father says with a softness in his eyes that make you feel guilty for not coming home to visit more. They’re good people, your parents, and you are the daughter who can’t return home because she’s too busy.

“Thank you, Appa.” you say as you grip the car’s doorhandle.

You open the door and step out into the night air. Walking a few steps before you fix your blazer and wonder if maybe you should have worn a dress instead of a suit. Looking down at your heels you remind yourself that you look like the badass bitch that you are and whisper the mantra that your therapist had told you to say.

“I can do this, I am capable and I can do this,” you whisper feeling just a little ridiculous.

“You can do this,” a deep voice says behind you.

You turn around with a smirk already playing on your face knowing just who will be standing behind you. Sure enough, Hoseok Jung stands in front of you, one hand in his trouser pocket while the other one holds a joint and you watch as he brings it to his lips and takes a long toke.

“At least I don’t need drugs to calm me down,” you say and you watch as he meets your smirk with one of his own.

“You sure?” he asks with an arched brow and then holds out the joint and chuckles as you take it carefully.

You take a smaller toke at first but then follow up with another slightly longer one before slowly blowing it out. You’re not entirely sure if you should be concerned you don’t cough because that only means that your lungs are used to it and you don’t really want that.

“How you been?” he asks as you hand back the joint.

“Oh you know… busy.” It’s such a lame answer but it’s all you have. “You?”

He nods in response, then slowly rips off the lit end of the joint and closes off the end before tucking it into his blazer pocket.

“You look good. We missed you at the restaurant,” he says as his gaze lazily drifts over your body an action that makes you feel just that except it italics — good.

“Your shirt is ugly,” you say playfully because you do think it is actually a little hideous even though he’s pulling it off in a way that makes you just a little furious.

He chuckles and shakes his head, “it isn’t though. You like it.”

There’s a buzz already between the two of you and you know that it’s not just the weed. It’s a feeling that has been waiting for fifteen years. It’s mature now, a little more subdued, but still makes you feel excited at the possibilities.

“Come on, let’s go inside. Joon is waiting for us.”

You feel the pressure of his hand on your lower back and you step away from it as you slap at his arm.

“Okay Jung, I think I need a few drinks in me before you get to do that.”

He chuckles again and you’re suddenly aware that it’s not the laugh you remember him having, this one is deeper like it’s coming from his chest instead of his head where the higher, excited laughter you remember came from. You know it’s still there and you hope you get to hear it again. You always liked that laugh of his; it made you feel bright from the inside out like he was pulling happiness through the anxiety and settling all of your teenage hormones.

Hoseok and Namjoon met when all three of you were sixteen years old. Hoseok, a transfer from Vancouver, had joined the soccer team and become instant friends with your twin brother and his soccer buddies. You had hated them a little because they were loud and always kicked you out of the living room to watch bad movies teen-boy movies. Except you got to know them because Namjoon was your other half and you tended to meld your friend groups together.

You hadn’t really noticed Hoseok until the night of your prom, in the school gymnasium, and suddenly it was like you both became aware of the other at the same time. Your eyes locked on the dance floor and half an hour later you were pulled into the darkened hallway and being pushed against a locker as his mouth found yours. You had to pretend that nothing had happened as you all packed into the limousine and while everyone was getting progressively more drunk in one hotel room, Hoseok fumbled with your dress in another.

It should have been more awkward than it was. He was gentle and checked in with you and used his hands more than you thought he would.

“You know Hobi is moving to Toronto next month,” Namjoon says as the three of you walk in the general direction of your parent’s house.

Your system is still processing the mixture of alcohol with the weed even though it’s been three hours and you do not like the feeling that ricochets around your head with each step. Also your feet hurt. Heels are the devil’s creation.

You’re happy to be out in the fresh air though. Everything about the reunion was horrible, even though you only spent time at the table with your old friends, there were people there that you had never wanted to see again let alone make small talk with. You didn’t care how many children they had or how they had married their high school sweetheart.

“Oh? Really?” you ask turning to look at Hobi who is standing between you and your brother.

“Yeah,” he says with a wide grin, his gaze drifting just a little to your lips before he meets your gaze again. “I got a job there and I’m excited I think it will be a nice change from out west.”

You bump his shoulder with yours. “Congratulations. You’re going to have to take my number then because you need to know at least more than Yoongi, and Joon isn’t moving back for another two months.”

“I have other friends there,” Hoseok chuckles.

“No one as cool as me though,” you respond with another shoulder bump.

There’s a comfortable silence that settles over the three of you for a moment before Namjoon perks up and imitates Jessica Brookwood (one of the many annoying blonde girls you had gone to school with, who, at the reunion seemed just a bit too excited to have everyone together again) as he shouts, “OH MY GOD! The four of us all together in Toronto?! It will be just like high school!!”

The three of you burst into laughter and there it is — the laugh that lights you up. You grin wide as you watch Hoseok pause and bend backward as he laughs and gripping Joon’s elbow.

You’re surprised to realize that you missed him.

Your head has finally synced back up with the rest of your body by the time you change out of your suit and into your pajamas. You need water though and so you wander down into the kitchen only to find Hoseok also doing the same thing, except he’s only in boxers and a plain white t-shirt. Namjoon had insisted he stay at your family house instead of at the hotel because he had walked you home and the hotel was five blocks away. Hoseok had agreed but you hadn’t expected to have a run-in with him.

“Hey,” you whisper as you open up the cupboard and grab a glass out from it. “Couldn’t sleep?”

He shakes his head, “cotton mouth.”

He hands you the glass he just filled from the brita jug.

“I haven’t drunk from it, promise.”

“Thanks.”

You settle against the counter as you take a sip and watch him.

“I mean it,” you start as you tap your fingers gently against the glass. “We need to get together. I know some pretty great places to eat.”

He smiles and nods as he puts the water jug back into the fridge.

“I would really like that,” he says softly as he moves to stand in front of you and holds out his glass to you. “To reconnecting.”

“To reconnecting,” you say as you tap your glass gently to his.

That familiar buzz slips between you and up your legs. You know that you could kiss him here, that he could press you against the counter and lift you up onto it so you could wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. You think about how he could slip his fingers into your cotton pajama pants and make you wet; and for a moment you think it might happen until your phone buzzes on the counter beside you breaking the eye contact you shared.

“Goodnight,” he whispers and gives you a nod before he slips out of the kitchen and down toward Joon’s room.

You take a deep breath to centre yourself before you look beside you and grab your phone. This time, the name you had hoped to appear on your screen all night is there.

Jungkook Jeon: Miss you. Can I see you?

Your palms are suddenly sweaty and you take a deep breath trying to calm down the excitement that he’s texted you for the first time instead of the other way around. You hated that you had followed your friend’s advice and had waited for him to text you before you texted him.

You: I’m out of town.

Jungkook Jeon: When are you back, baby? I miss your taste. I fucking miss you under me

You look around the room and listen for any movement that might surprise you, but the house around you is silent.

You: Tomorrow evening.

Jungkook Jeon: Can I see you? Fuck baby! It’s been too long and I need you

You let the mixture of self-loathing and desire you’ve long made friends with back into your chest as you type out your response.

You: I’ve missed you so much Kook. I need you more than you realize.

Jungkook Jeon: Good. Come back to my place before anywhere else

You: Ok!

Jungkook Jeon: Goodnight, baby. I’ll be thinking of you before I fall asleep

You: Tell me what you’re thinking.

©sugalaritae. Do NOT repost, edit, or translate any of my work. I only post on ao3 and tumblr

#jung hoseok fic #j-hope fic #jung hoseok drabble #j-hope fanfic #jung hoseok fanfic #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jeon jungkook fic #jeon jungkook x reader #jung hoseok x reader #bangtantheatrenet #btswritersclub #btshoneyhive #thekpopuniverse

[bsxcrxts]

🥺 and 👄 with luke i would explode

emoji prompts here! requests open :)

Minors DNI!! 18+ only with age in bio to interact!!

Omg thank you for sending these in!

🥺 first time headcanon

Virginity is a construct and all that, but I’m choosing to interpret this as virgin!Luke not just his first time with you, because I’m not even going to lie anymore, it’s hot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

He’s nervous, but he’s thought about this a lot. Vividly. He has an active imagination and he’s enamored with you, so he also feels really ready and eager to please you

Luke wants to be a gentleman about these sort of things, so he’s trying  hard to not rush through anything even though he’s a touch impatient and that’s difficult for him. He makes himself slow down and just kiss you for quite some time before he makes any other moves, but you can tell by how he’s whining and squirming that he wants more

You laugh a little because he’s clearly holding back, and his eyes keep wandering over your body but his hands never stray, so you make sure to let him know it’s okay to touch you

Actually the whole thing is kind of giggly and a touch of awkward but it’s really cute the way he smiles at you <3

Luke is a fast learner, because he’s curious and a good listener. He looks at you with the prettiest eyes in the whole world while you tell him what feels good for you

His praise kink is just waiting to be discovered. He’s never heard anyone tell him how pretty his cock is, or how good he sounds when he lets out little breathy moans, and being told all those things just gets him even harder

Honestly. Luke basically finishes the second he’s inside you. Gives you a cute little choked off sobbing noise and spills moments after feeling you tighten around him

He’s never cum so fast in his life. He keeps apologizing but you loved it.

 He begs you to keep moving your hips even though he’s so sensitive now, and he keeps thrusting into you and whines at the over-stimulation but he’s hard again only a few minutes later and goes again

👄 making out headcanon

It always starts off innocent with him. Even if it’s just one little chaste kiss first, Luke always starts off gentle with you

It’s after that first kiss that things can get really hot and heavy quickly. Luke can keep it sweet for a little while, but he also gets impatient for you, particularly the younger he is, the faster he wants to get hands-y with you. (anh!Luke is raring to go much faster than rotj!Luke)

The patience rotj!Luke has… he can tease you forever. Kiss you for hours.

Luke is just a bit possessive, just enough to where he really wants all your attention on him when he’s kissing you. So it’s his goal to make it so good that it’s impossible for you to get distracted. All you can think about is his mouth on yours

He moans in between kisses. He can’t be quiet. Breathy. Hot. He smiles against your mouth sometimes like he can’t believe he’s kissing you

Making out with him doesn’t have to always result in getting each other off. Sometimes the two of you just kiss... Unless you pull his hair, at which point he gets so far gone

Pulling his hair always has him gasping and pressing himself up against you, trying to get as close to you as possible, kissing you with a renewed passion

Terrible at hiding how hard it makes him

Can cum from making out with you if he has you in his lap and is able to rut up against you, if things get dirty enough

#luke skywalker smut #luke skywalker x reader #Becca’s bs #emoji prompts

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Original

Part Two of If You Can't Take the Heat

Stupider Tattoos | Masterlist | Barky's

Pairing: Carmen ‘Carmy’ Berzatto x Reader

Rating: M (though it may have explicit chapters in the future)

Notes: Not beta-read. Chapters are more loosely connected than solidly structured. Also! I was overwhelmed by the response on the first chapter!! Thank you so much!!!

TAGGING NOTE:

 I’ve posted and reposted this thing three fucking times and the tags just aren’t working on the main page, but they work on my blog??  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lol fuck the tagging

Warnings: Fluff, mostly; cursing. A lot of cursing.

Summary: You’d recognized the shop when you’d arrived. You’d been there a time or  two between shifts, but not for a long time. Now, you’ve got the dining  room to yourself, sitting across from a guy you barely know, and you’re holding the best goddamn sandwich you’ve ever had in your fricking life. The arcade games blink behind his head, casting  flickering colored lights over his mussed, golden brown hair.

“...Holy shit,” You mumble around your mouthful. Usually on a first date, you’d be a little more concerned about appearing uncouth, but you can’t help yourself. When you look at Carmy, you expect a smug, shit-eating grin. But what you find is a pleased, warm look on his face (though there is a hint of smugness there, too).

“Yeah?” He presses, dipping his head toward his own food.

“You kidding me? Oh my god. Holy shit.”

You’d recognized the shop when you’d arrived. You’d been there a time or  two between shifts, but not for a long time. Now, you’ve got the dining  room to yourself, sitting across from a guy you barely know, and you’re  holding the best goddamn sandwich you’ve ever had in your fricking life. The arcade games blink behind his head, casting  flickering colored lights over his mussed, golden brown hair. You watch as his diligent fingers pluck up a chip.

“You make those, too?” You ask, nodding to them.

“Try one and tell me.”

You narrow your eyes slightly, setting the sandwich down and dusting the crumbs from your hands before taking up one of the chips. You pop it into your mouth, eyes set on Carmy’s as you chew. You consider, chewing once, twice, then—

“These are Lays.”

“Yeah.”

You chuckle, looking down and poking at one of the crumbs of your sandwich.

“So,” You look around, “You start this place yourself?”

“Ah, no. No, it’s…It was my brother’s.”

Was. The shift in tense makes you curious, but you’re not sure it’s a good question to ask right out of the gate. Instead, you shift to, “You play a lotta Ballbreaker?”

“Huh? Oh—” He twists in his seat, eyeing the machine. “Uh…Actually…Can’t remember the last time I touched that thing.”

“Good. Then I can kick your ass at it later.”

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles, turning back to you.

“I got combos like you wouldn’t believe.”

Carmy smiles, reaching for his sandwich as you take up your soda.

“How long have you been uh, bartending?” He asks.

“Uh—Jeez, what…Five years now?”

“You like it?”

“Most of the time. I mean, the hours are shit, but the money is good. The place I work at now, Barky’s, it’s uh—It’s kind of an antique.”

“Whaddaya mean?”

“It’s just stuck in the 80s. It’s kinda frustrating. I wanna try new stuff, and when I have, it works, but the owner’s not too into it.”

“He tell you why?”

“Just that what he’s always done has worked, and it’ll keep working, aaaaaand,” You drag it out, shaking your head. “And he’s kinda a shithead, so, you know. I just grit my teeth and do my job.”

“Barky’s?”

“Mhm. You ever been?”

“I don’t think so.”

“It’s down in Wicker Park. Good space, cruddy furnishings…Shit menu.”

“They serve food there?”

“Uh-huh—Basic stuff. Fries, onion rings, mozzarella sticks, burgers. 90% of it is deep fried to shit, so.”

“Would you ever open your own place?”

“...I don’t know. I mean, I like bartending, but it was going to be uh….An in-between step, like a placeholder. But I don’t have a next step right now. Not a clear one. I don’t think I’d wanna open my own place, though, now. That would be…It’d be a lot.”

“Tell me about it.”

You smile, watching Carmy take up another a chip and pop it into his mouth.

“Okay, new subject,” You insist. “No more work. What do you do for fun?”

“Lure people into thinking they can beat me at Ballbreaker.”

“Oh,” You laugh, unable to help yourself. “Careful, Berzatto. Them’s fightin’ words.”

--

It’s oddly exhilarating, being pressed shoulder-to-shoulder with Carmy as you stab the buttons on the Ballbreaker. You taunt one another, cackle when you make a good move, crow when the other makes a better one. You’re each tipping side to side with your avatars, working the joysticks ruthlessly.

“Aw—fucking, goddamn, okay. Okay,” You shove your hand into your pocket and fish around for quarters. “Best two out of three.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously!” You drop the quarters in, one after the other, and slam the yes button.

“Good to know,” Carmy comments, hitting the same button.

“What is?”

“You’re into humiliation.”

“Shut up!”

“Nah, hey. I dig it.”

--

“Want a water?”

“Sure.”

You lean against the front counter, looking around the counter space as Carmy grabs you glasses. You can feel him looking in your direction, and when you turn to meet his eye, you find him hurriedly looking away. You smile a bit. You’re not sure what it is about him and eye contact—if it’s first date nerves, or if it’s just some part of him, some little bit that’s used to focusing on what's on the table in front of him, and not who’s sitting on the other side.

He walks over to you, setting down two tall plastic tupperware containers with water in them.

“Thanks.” You take one up, giving it a cursory whiff before taking a sip.

“Don’t trust me?”

“No, it’s not that. Last time I drank outta one of these, it was the one we usually keep the pearl onions in for Gibsons. I took one sip and I almost spewed.”

Carmy chuckles, nodding. “I’ve done that.”

“Isn’t it awful?”

“The worst.”

When you look at Carmy again, he holds your gaze for a moment. The streetlight slants through the window, brightening his already bright eyes. His gaze is warm, and curious, and you find yourself bashfully looking away first this time.

“So,” You fold your arms on the counter. “Why didn’t you delete the app if you figured the mysterious Richie would just mess with you on it?”

“Honestly? I kinda forgot it was there.”

“Oh, wow,” You chuckle. “So you’re not the one who did the swiping?”

“He probably did, a while ago.”

“Well, hope you don’t mind me saying so, but he’s got good taste.”

Carmy smiles, shaking his head. “I guess he did alright.”

“Pictures he picked for you weren’t bad, either.”

“I didn’t really look.”

“I figured when you didn’t know what your bio said. You change it yet?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“It’s workin’ for me so far.” Carmy says so with a sly, shy smile, peering at you from beneath his lashes. You can’t help but smile, turning your head to peer out onto the street as your skin prickles with warmth.

“It’s getting late,” You say. “I should get going.”

“Yeah, okay,” Carmy nods, watching you straighten up and following you toward the door.

“Thanks for not murdering me and stuffing me in the walk-in.”

“Anytime. Gotta keep the place up to code.”

You turn back to Carmy in the doorway, searching his face. There’s an odd, nervous bubbling in your stomach. You sort of want to kiss him. You’re not sure if he wants to kiss you.

“See ya, I guess,” You manage. Carmy nods a little, eyes darting from your face, over the shoulder, and back again. You finally dart in, pressing a kiss to his cheek and taking a step back. You only just manage to catch his stunned, slightly widened eyes before you turn away from him.

“You don’t smell like onion. You know,” You add as you step outside. “Just—For the record.”

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#Carmy Berzatto x Reader #Carmy Berzatto x You #Carmy Berzatto/Reader #Carmy Berzatto/You #Carmy Berzatto fic #Carmy Berzatto imagine #If You Can't Take the Heat #The Original

[flhoarder]

Absolutely hilarious how you're literally just here minding your business on this blog, enjoying what you're enjoying and not harming anyone (as far as I know?), and someone had the nerve to pop onto anon to send hate and call YOU toxic. Lol. Lmfao.

Sending anonymous hate mail to an actual real-like human person sounds far more toxic than enjoying a fictional character.

¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Anyway tho—you're allowed to enjoy whoever and whatever you enjoy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise! Please have a nice day.

Hey thanks!

To be honest I don’t take those too seriously. Mainly because it’s nothing new to take a stray bullet on social media. Especially when preferences in something people are passionate about are involved. I do think it’s a shame that there are people out there who played DE and learnt nothing from the stories that the game was trying to tell though. A theme of struggle and trauma and redemption in everyone, it was always there.

I get where some of those views are from. People who think Harry dug himself out and so that decision of his had to be universally celebrated. People who cared must be supportive because it did Harry some good.

But it’s not that simple, is it.

Decisions have consequences. Some people have to bear those consequences for decisions not made by themselves, things that are entirely out of their control but suddenly have the potential to leave a massive crater in their life that maybe they can’t even afford to repair. Things they have to accept just because they woke up one day to a new reality.

Harry made his decision for himself. It’s easier for some characters to come to terms with it because they never knew Harry intimately as he was before, they never had Harry in their life so much to feel the impact. Jean did, and he needs what he needs to deal with this sudden change of current, when the old one was one that he still was trying to navigate. The change disrupted his entire assessment of a big part of his life, and a relationship he thought was entirely doomed but at least he understood.

As the audience, it’s easy to get confused and misunderstand this, but it’s not a ‘misery loves company’ situation. If you really look, you can see a mishmash of emotions from him. It’s uncertainty. It’s fear. (And oh, so much fear.) It’s hope. It’s helplessness. He can’t afford to be optimistic because even though he hasn’t dealt with anything like it, he was let down many many times. Hope is a dangerous thing to have, and this whole current change in Jean’s life is both too irrevocable and uncertain for him to have it.

But it’s clear that he wants to believe and to hope, however desperate. He‘s actively seeking out ways to let himself be persuaded into picking choices to look out for Harry. It’s confirmation bias: He exclusively takes people who care about Harry, people who can help Harry with him. Every time he tries to cut off ties, he looks for the tiniest voice of objection to push him back to Harry. At the end of the confrontation, he goes back to what he really wants out of it, not a final decider, that’s already done- but something he needs to gingerly anchor his hope onto: any final affirmation or confirmation from someone who’s been in his shoes for a minute with the new Harry. If a partner of this new Harry can work things out, he’s willing to try.

And there’s something to be said about that. I hope I’ve said my piece clearly enough that at least it’s out there for people who care to read.

#that is all #ranting and raving?? me?? what a surprise??? #de #disco elysium #jean vicquemare #harry du bois #ask

[dokidokitsuna]

[If you haven't finished the Magolor Epilouge in rtdldx and don't want to be spoiled ignore this]

Still can’t believe Magolor built an amusement park with our money from (super) Kirby clash deluxe.

What are your thoughts on the ending of Magolor Epilouge?

Uh, well, I'm probably the worst person to ask, because I had no idea what was going on for most of it. ⚆u⚆; After the Fruit Fragments combined together, I was totally lost, and stayed that way until the credits finished rolling (this isn't a criticism; I'm just generally unobservant when it comes to media ^^;;;).

But after scouring the wiki for info and seeing what other people had to say about it...my feelings are kinda mixed. :T

On the one hand, I did enjoy the neat 'n tidy plot resolution of Magolor regaining all his power and being the one to defeat the Master Crown once and for all...up to that point, I thought of the Magolor Epilogue as potentially a purely symbolic journey: like you could interpret it as his process of thinking over what he did to Kirb & co. (literally fighting against all the enemies he tricked them into facing) and breaking free from the MC's control (perceiving the Crown as a gigantic all-consuming monster and destroying it by his own hand)...all presented in the form of a cute little interactive adventure. ^^

And then Shopkeeper Magolor showed up at the last second and I was like "........................"

And now, apparently what I was supposed to have understood from it was that (a) all of that was definitely real, and (b) the different Magolors throughout the series are all the same one, existing in different dimensions at different points in his life. Original Mago -> Shopkeep Mago -> Manager Mago.

There's nothing really wrong with that idea; even if Magolor is the only Kirby character to whom this logic applies, that's still fine. :T What bugs me personally is that I feel like it's a bit of a...genre shift, for lack of a better term.

Like, up till now I perceived the Kirby series as a cartoony thing operating on cartoon logic. Like, why do half a dozen former badguys randomly show up as playable characters for Star Allies?? Because it's fun. ^^ It's fun for them to be with us again and to use their abilities in a new context; at the end of the day that's really all there is to it.

But with a thing like this, that's not the case anymore...and it definitely feels more limiting. Like, we still haven't been told the whole story as usual, but now we have too much information to just use cartoon logic to handwave things.

For instance, speaking of Star Allies: who is Star Allies Magolor?? Was that the penultimate Manager Magolor; or was that a 'fork' Magolor that diverged from the original, but came back to Dream Land instead of going to the Dream Kingdom? Or are we supposed to assume that he's the one 'fun' Magolor that doesn't actually exist in the series' canon??

Or did I misunderstand the connection between the three Magolors, and they're all basically AU mirrors of each other, with Shopkeeper Magolor just happening to have the same backstory as the original one? So then Magolor Epilogue would be specifically his backstory, original Magolor's fate is still up to interpretation since the ending we saw wasn't his, and Manager Magolor is just a completely different entity (so rather than being the penultimate plot-related Magolor, he's more like the ultimate 'fun' Magolor who merely embodies the character concept)???

...I'm not gonna lose any sleep over what the right answer is; and if the Kirby series stays true to its roots it probably won't matter that much in the long run (or they'll just tell us outright whenever it becomes necessary). ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But the fact remains that this feels more like confusion than free space for theorizing...like I said, it's like we've been given just a little too much information...

#kirby #feel free to explain anything to me if you think you got a handle on this #or just share your 2 cents

[ao3theskyisblue]

WIP

Trying to motivate myself to finish this high school AU fic is just me messaging Zee and getting semi-yelled at so

hopefully this will see the light of day someday ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“I promise it’s not what it looks like,” Buck blurts out, then cringes internally because honestly, it’s exactly what it looks like. But Eddie doesn’t need to know that, and Buck is a pro at lying.

Eddie raises an eyebrow in intrigue, arms lifting to cross loosely over his chest. 

A cacophony of alarm bells ring in his mind as he tries to push past the initial thought of ‘oh no, he’s fucking hot’ and instead, wants to tug the sleeves down Eddie’s arms where they’re rolled up to his elbows. He tries not to fixate his gaze too much on the unfairly pronounced biceps Eddie is currently rocking right now. 

“Is that so? You want to tell me what it does look like then?” Buck watches Eddie’s expression carefully, and when he sees the slight upward twitch of his lips, he feels himself relax.

“Okay so, hear me out,” Buck waves his hands wildly, and points to Eddie’s locker. “Maddie wanted me to get something for her, and I now realize that I may or may not have mistaken her locker for yours.”

Wow. He’s actually kind of proud of himself for thinking that up on the spot, and mentally sends whoever responsible for the odd coincidence on the school administration team a fruits basket to commemorate their valued efforts. 

He’s giving Eddie his best smile, but feels it dimming when Eddie’s just staring at him in exasperated amusement, eyes lighting up with something Buck can’t read at the moment.

“I see,” Eddie sure doesn’t sound like he believes him. When Buck looks towards what his eyes are currently flicking between, he wants to pop open his skull and give his brain a good smack. He hadn’t been lying, Maddie’s locker was indeed a few lockers down from Eddie’s, but apart from the locker numbers, something else was obviously different.

Namely, Maddie’s neon purple Dudley lock and Eddie’s very basic black and grey Master lock.

Buck wonders if it would be reasonable to stick his head in the ground and wait until the next century. At the very least, he mentally unsends the fruits basket the person on administration definitely doesn’t deserve anymore.

“I can sort of see the resemblance,” Eddie snorts in amusement, and Buck groans.

#my wips #a slice of my mind palace #buddie #buddie fic

[scary-senpai]

Hm...how about "Best of All Possible Worlds"?

BESTIEEEE (cherished mutual, may I call you bestie?) YOU PICKED THE SADDEST, CEREBRAL-EST, MOST SELF-INDULGENT ONE!!!

Also, thank you for participating in my fanfic WIP ask game I posted in (checks notes) April. To look on the bright side, though, you can’t spell Executive Dysfunction without Fun, so... there’s that?

By the way, I thought both your WIPs sounded super cool--I’d love to see Atomic Samurai and Saitama switch disciples, and I think a lot of us are wondering which is more overwhelming: 3 regular students or one Genos. One Punch “Ham” series? Haha, that’s brilliant! I am here for the Dad jokes, and also any AU where Saitama has hair.

Anyway, if you recognize the phrase “Best of All Possible Words,” you probably know where this fic is going. If you don’t have 18th century philosophical rhetoric at top of mind, though, the phrase wouldn’t necessarily strike you as ironic. But if I tell you it’s about Genos and Dr. Kuseno, and it’s got major webcomic spoilers, you’ve probably figured out where this is going, and that it’s about to get very sad.

Because it contains webcomic spoilers, I put the content warnings below the cut. If this is too sad and you nope out, I won’t take offense. You also asked about “pure of heart, dumb of ass” story and that’s probably more like what you’re used to seeing from me: it’s mostly goofy and a little sad, but all’s well that ends well. I've posted snippets of that one before: “Game Night” (where Genos beats Garou at Monopoly, and Garou is both intrigued/appalled to find that Genos actually has a Lawful Evil streak) or this scene where Garou arrives early for dinner --Genos is at home cooking, but Saitama is walking Rover, and Genos realizes with mounting horror that he probably should have warned Garou about the uniqueness of their pets... Garou asks about all the half-burned chew-toys, and Genos tells him "although we do not have a dog, Rover is not entirely unlike a domesticated canine." Poor Garou gets really excited for Saitama to return with the puppers. He thinks he's going to meet a wolf. ^_^ Little does he know... Anyway, if you want to have your heart broken, you’re welcome to keep reading. Gome “¯\_(ツ)_/¯“

Content Warnings: Major character death, death of parents, thoughts of death, webcomic spoilers, hurt/no comfort.

We begin with denial. Even with six feet of dirt separating them, Genos finds himself compulsively scanning Kuseno’s grave for vital signs, futile and absurd though it is.

“But we cannot trace spirits (or even a single spirit, the spirit), because they don’t exist, and even if they do, we barely have the means to begin looking.”

Genos’ thoughts and theories regarding the afterlife are inseparable from memories of his father, who was a professor of Economics and Philosophy--that’s not canon, of course, that’s my OC... or (gh)O(st)C, if you will.

As you’ve gathered, Genos and his father are both quite cerebral, and they debated frequently, for fun.

His father liked to argue endlessly, eloquently--not that he actually believed in very much. These were thought exercises, nothing more.

People would say they were alike, he and his father--eloquent, tempestuous, uncompromising. But Genos grew up in a different world, one that was rapidly changing for the worst, and by the time he was old enough to truly follow his father’s rhetoric, things were different: debating ideals wasn’t enough. You had to live them.

This is where Candide comes in: it’s a book that Genos read and discussed with his father. Candide, or The Optimistic, is Voltaire’s seminal satire (and later, a Leonard Bernstein operetta) that grapples with what seems like the futility of hope. I’ll get into more details later--but for now, suffice to say that there’s a character called “Dr. Pangloss” who dies several times throughout the course of the novel, only to reappear at later points, flippantly laughing off any obvious distress displayed by his loyal student, Candide. Dr. Pangloss even has a catchphrase, but I’ll let Genos tell it:

People have survived worse. If only someone were here to chide him for his foolishness, his reckless thinking. His father, Dr. Kuseno...

...But it can’t be. It can’t, it just can’t.

The term “Panglossian” has made it into our vocabulary as the term for someone “characterized by or given to extreme optimism, especially in the face of unrelieved hardship or adversity.“

Through Candide, Voltaire lampoons his contemporaries--the Enlightenment philosophers who touted that science and reason would eventually bring about Absolute Truth, and subsequently a better world. But Voltaire has come for one scholar’s kneecaps in particular: Gottfried Leibniz, who came up with this whole “best of all possible worlds” thing. Leibniz believed that if (and this is real big “if”)-- if there is a loving God, then this MUST be the best of all possible worlds. Because, well, how could anything ever be otherwise? If you’re inclined to listen to the operetta, the song is pretty catchy:

CANDIDE: There is a reason For everything under the sun! MAXIMILLIAN: Objection! What about snakes? PANGLOSS: Snakes! 'Twas snake that tempted mother Eve Because of snake we now believe That though depraved We can be saved From hellfire and damnation (Because of snake's temptation!)

So essentially it’s a circular argument, right? It’s kind of a cruel, cosmic joke: the only world you have is the one that’s in front of you right now. In that sense, it is indeed the best, but only by the process of elimination. Which brings us to Eternal Return: the idea that every moment--past, present, and future--exist simultaneously, and constantly recur. There’s some debate on whether this is a multiverse/multiple endings deal (if I understand correctly), but to some extent it doesn’t matter: us puny humans perceive our existence in linear time. Once again, all we have is right now.

Still, Genos can’t help but thinking about it:

A world where they escaped, a world where they didn’t. A world where they never had to run from anything. A world unmarred, one he can’t imagine. And a world with his parents would mean, ostensibly, a world without Dr. Kuseno. So in that sense, he can only choose loss.

Understandably overwhelmed, Genos turns to his Sensei for insight:

“Do you believe there’s anything after this, Sensei?”

“No.” Saitama answers quickly, and only thinks about it after.

“...No,” Saitama says again, more assured this time. “I think this is it, Gen.”

Genos lowers himself to the ground, touching the earth.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Saitama asks.

Saitama is referring to Kuseno’s final wish: that Genos would run far, far away from the violent life he’s made.

Genos spends some time considering the implications of this--there’s something comforting about the whole “ashes to ashes, dust to dust” thing, because we all return to the same thing, in the end, but... Genos won’t. Or, at least, it will take him a whole other eternity, because he no longer has his biological body.

Genos is not inclined to believe in more noumenal things, like spirits and souls, so he considers that he’s no longer like his father in body (even if has, in all forms, resembled his father), because he no longer has a biological body. In that sense, it’s almost as if he’s been made in Kuseno’s likeness--or, at least, fashioned by his hand. So Kuseno lives on in him, but only at the expense of something.

I tried to end it a bit hopeful and kinda Saigenos if you squint:

“Everything you love goes. Or you go,” Saitama says. “That’s just life, right?”

“But you won’t.”

There’s a pause--an unspoken moment not unlike someone speaking aloud a password, and waiting to be allowed in. 

In the silence, Genos imagines his heart breaking. Would break, if it hadn’t already.

But enough of that, he thinks. I no longer have a heart.

Saitama sits on the ground beside him and takes a handful of earth, sifting the dirt through his fingers -- it slips through them like air, water, the things that pass through our hands with no hope of being held.

“No,” Saitama says at last. “I guess not, huh?”

And that’s how I feel about Saitama, especially lately--he says the right thing, kinda, but he tends to botch the delivery at least a bit.

I still haven’t worked out an ending, my notes say “something something universe left to cease and grow cold?” but I’d like to end it at least a little more hopeful than the inevitable heat death of the universe. That's kind of a lot.

I’ve always liked writing about Genos and Garou because they are two characters that aren’t going towards strength as much as they’re running away from weakness, and abandoning their human bodies has (for whatever reason) become a key part of that journey for them. That’s interesting when you consider that many responses to trauma live just as much as the body as the mind. Garou monsterizes because that’s his solution to never feeling strong in his human body (despite having objective evidence to the contrary) and (unless I’m mistaken) it’s never confirmed that Genos lost his body during the Mad Cyborg attack, just that his human body was too weak to achieve his goals.

 Even if Genos wasn’t directly injured by the mad Cyborg, he did witness the attack-- which means it was likely a narrow miss. In any case, being exposed to the overall violence and un-safety of the world would understandably provoke overwhelming anxiety and fear as well as grief. You might decide to cope with that feeling of vulnerability by upgrading your body to something more durable. Likewise, if you were a scientist ethically conflicted about performing such extreme body modifications on a child, you might take into account the aggressive/reckless behavior that Genos demonstrates now--which is actually a very common trauma response. (This is what I perceive in Garou, as well--he's just a confused kid that has forgotten you can also get serotonin from hugs, not just near-death experiences.).

...I recently did a small (sad) fic exploring similar themes with Garou’s character. Since it’s my crack headcanon that they’re both from the same village, Garou also lost his mom in the attack. To describe the story in the most boring way possible, Garou notices that after his arm shatters and regenerates, and he returns to human form, all his scars are gone--including the ones from his childhood, and he has a lot of Feels about that, actually.

Thank you again for the ask! I really appreciate it, and I always love talking about my WIP. Happy writing ;)

#one punch man #opm #opm fanfic #genos #webcomic spoilers #angst #cw death #cw loss of parent #my writing #wilf

[ystk-archive]

I've seen some post on here detailing it, a long time ago so; what exactly is Nakata's influence on Perfume's releases other than the actual songs/titles, song order etc. and what proof do we have of it? Doesn't the management come to him whenever they decide the next release and not vice versa, so wouldn't they have a say in stuff like "you're making the album with all the singles on it" or "we need you to write this many tracks"? I wouldn't imagine he's free to do just anything.

As people looking in on something where there isn't much transparency it can be kind of hard to say; there's no convenient answer of "he's a tyrant" or "none of it is his fault and we're all being mean to him" (lmao). The members themselves don’t seem to be privy to the intricacies of how he communicates with their company, but they have throughout their innumerable interviews said that he names their albums and determines the track ordering and which songs go on them with little to none of their input; they’ve even expressed surprise during these interviews over which songs were included, given new mixes, etc. From the perspective they’ve given, it seems that he has tempered freedom over their music, and I can believe this is the case because Amuse and their label staff have reason to place a large amount of trust in him. He’s got several #1 albums to his name, he consistently delivers songs that suit the needs of whatever tie-in/promotional campaign Perfume is doing (of which he’s given certain stipulations from the product companies), and maybe most importantly, he argued for not changing Polyrhythm according to the label’s request and that song proved a huge success for them.

It’s kind of like the company hands him a coloring book and tells him he needs to color in a certain number of pages by a specific date: the framework (line art) is there, but the colors (songs, “artistic” message of the album) aren’t and he gets to determine those colors almost independently as long as he uses crayons (Perfume’s established image/sound) and not, like, watercolors or something. A good example is how LEVEL3 had a bunch of B-sides from previously released singles on it and that was a point of contention and conversation for their fanbase back then -- Perfume’s offered explanation for their inclusion was that Nakata just really liked those songs and wanted more people to hear them, and then management saw that it was yet another #1 album and the base of a sold-out tour. It didn’t matter that those B-sides were taking away potential new material, Perfume’s bottom line is in festival appearances and touring and the albums will sell regardless.

So if everyone’s looking for something to blame, I guess blame their management for signing off on it? I get that especially foreign/overseas fans are content-starved and angry (they can’t so easily just go see the group perform which is 90% of their activities), but the only real recourse is to just find another pop idol thing to get into that’ll better satisfy your needs as a consumer. A Japanese company in particular is not going to hear or care about what non-Japanese fans think and say about what they’re selling.

(Also it occurs to me they may see the album as having six new songs anyway. Plasma, Time Warp weird new version mix, Spinning World, Mawaru Kagami which may differ musically from whatever was performed months ago, Drive’n the Rain, and Hatenabito. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

#messages #i am the fool who sat and wrote all this out

[kastillia]

anyway -

i have some more thoughts

spoilers for all routes btw (i’m not gonna be vague; you’ve been warned) - i still have to do another golden wildfire route to go down the other path but i think i have the gist of things

first things first though when i went back to my second azure gleam run, i was disappointed to find that recruiting byleth again cancelled out arval’s paralogue so i had to redo the map and kill jeralt instead. whoopsie ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

which brings me to something i pointed out on twitter in my first run - mainly just me telling arval to look at the people in camp instead of yelling at me for being dumb all the time. while arval doesn’t know at the time that they technically are epimenides (or at least a part of him) they still refer to him as “someone close” once the ~dream battle~ is over. and if that’s a dream they have constantly...........how can you not recognize seteth and flayn pleASE only their hair colour is different arvel look with your eyes. i can excuse rhea purely bc she has a different portrait but they all look and sound the same arval please

alright so i played scarlet blaze next. since i have to do all routes twice to get everything (events, mythical weapons/heroes relics, supports and paralogues) unlocked in the records hall, i opted to fight byleth this run.

i realize this is super nitpicky of me but it’s very clear that tara (edelgard’s va) had multiple recording sessions bc there are some lines where the voice quality just tanks and i always found it so distracting. i doubt they could help it if they wanted the game released on time but it’s just a little pet peeve i suppose

i gotta be honest.... all the running back and forth, strategies failing for no reason, random characters being just generally unpleasant really made this route a lot less.........fun, i suppose is the word i’m looking for

can you believe i actually got lowkey upset at lysithea at camp when she told me to be careful of hubert bc she didn’t think he actually trusted me? only to go to the next map and immediately be accused -by him- of conspiring with the enemy and attempting to assassinate edelgard. maybe i’m being dramatic but i actually got legit sad when i found out they never trusted me in the first place

a couple of things about that cut scene though - 1) shez running to protect edelgard from an arrow. i get that the distance wasn’t really that far but like........did you forget about your shadowflash ability.... where you can literally turn into a spark of light and dash long distances...... 2) i’m sorry but hubert just putting up both his hands to shoot a tiny ball of dark magic at shamir killed me he looks so silly lmao 3) i still can’t really make sense of that face edelgard makes at the end... i think it’s implied that she’s looking at shez? but her sort-of-concerned face just turns angry before the cut scene fades??

as for the strategies that failed for no reason - and i don’t mean leonie refusing to join and choosing to die of poison, there was a reason for that even if i did think it was pretty dumb - on the map where you can recruit byleth, the sorcery engineers strategy just didn’t work for me?? i mean i wasn’t going to recruit byleth this run anyway but i like to see what i’m supposed to do first before engaging at the last second so i know for my next run. but after protecting all the sorcery engineers, literally nothing happened. it worked in my next run, but i kept making bookmark saves in case it messed up again and having to account for something in a game not working the way it’s supposed to makes things less fun imo

these people are honestly so tactless lmao like i know the former duke aegir is an ass but ferdie is LITERALLY RIGHT THERE. edelgard finds a hint of joy at count bergliez’s capture bc it reminds her that he’s human too like girl??? stop that. monica gets mad at me for not “having the decency to watch edelgard eat”??? stop that. was genuinely surprised that despite all the envy, monica seemed to trust you the most of the three (edelgard, hubert, monica)

ppppprobably should’ve mentioned this earlier but the empire forms a pact with the alliance. bc of how strategically they trapped the bergliez squadron i guess? idk. anyway. i know this doesn’t happen if you recruit byleth but claude betraying the empire before the battle at ailell made no strategic sense whatsoever. one of the dumbest things he could have done and honestly very out of character too?? everyone, including him, knows that the alliance fares the worst in terms of military strength in comparison to the other two regions. sure they have holst but i don’t even remember seeing him on that battlefield? he might’ve been but if he was, it didn’t stand out enough for me to remember, it would seem

i was correct in scarlet blaze being less forgiving when it came to having to fight and kill. i’m glad (but also......confused) that dimitri was spared - at least on screen - but we killed ingrid in part one. you can spare annie with the right strategy but i accidentally killed her on my first run; gustave still dies regardless. rodrigue always dies. sylvain always dies. claude dies if you don’t recruit byleth. but do you know who we don’t know who dies? rhea and thales. they just fall off a bridge and disappear. y’know. like byleth does in three houses, only to return five years later. clarity where

also that cut scene confuses me. in shez’s supports with sylvain, they say that their sword appears when they call for it but disappears as soon as they let go...right? meanwhile in this cut scene shez just throws their sword at thales’ foot(? i think? still unclear where they were aiming) and it just stays there??? consistency where

now golden wildfire...... i can’t say with absolute certainty but it at least seems like arval gets more lines this route? makes sense i guess since this route is a lot more centered on tactics and shez is none too smart so arval has to be their mouthpiece

i got really excited when i heard shahid refer to claude as khalid but was quickly disappointed to see it barely mentioned again. i think nader mentions it in passing at one point (while talking to himself) but then it’s literally never talked about again

keep in mind i’ve yet to recruit byleth in this route yet, but even as an enemy they seem a lot less composed and kinda dumb?? i’m not trying to make byleth out to be infallible or anything (even if i am in the “byleth did nothing wrong” camp) but it did feel a bit out of character to me. then again, a lot of claude’s actions during this route felt out of character to me as well

i intentionally went against arval’s suggestions a couple times bc i thought claude’s suggestions were far too aggressive for, again, the region least known for their military strength. not to mention all the internal conflict bc a lot of the lords don’t really like each other and are always disagreeing

so the solution is to turn the alliance into a federation instead and instill claude as the new king? and his safety net is that it’s shez’s idea??? bud, shez is canonically a dumbass you cannot be serious about this

we then make a pact with the empire, which i wasn’t at all surprised about. what stood out to me, however, was how in the beginning shez’s initial thoughts on edelgard is something along the lines of “she has this elegance about her but doesn’t seem to look down on mercenaries.” cut to this conversation where you’re brought in as claude’s last minute bodyguard and she doesn’t even breathe your way

so as his first order as king, in tandem with the empire, we are to help the imperial troops at aillel.

just kidding! sacrifice randolph in order to surround the knights of seiros and then kill literally everybody on the battlefield. like shez, i was also angered by this and was glad when judith showed up to scold him as well

but if that wasn’t enough to learn his lesson, letting judith die was. again, they made byleth out to be so dumb on this map and for what?

and that CUTSCENE *shez running (too slow) to get to judith* SHEZ JUST USE YOUR SHADOWFLASH ABILITY PLEASE but also what tf is claude doing just watching as byleth (sothis) decimates his troops with a hand on his chin like “hm this ain’t looking good” why are you still standing there just call for a retreat claude why are you doing this cLAUDE

the running back and forth during this route felt even worse than in scarlet blaze. the fact that we were on the brink of victory twice but had to retreat both times was infuriating. yes, i know there was a reason for both retreats but i’m tired and so are the rest of the troops. right? no? i know this is a video game but no one’s gonna bring up the very realistic issue of how all this back an forth could affect the troops morale and/or energy??

btw that “leaders of the federation” strategy on the last map was a lot less impressive having played scarlet blaze first sorry but it’ll never live up to the twin jewels of the empire (lovingly)

let’s talk about that last cutscene though bc i was so legitimately impressed by that move shez pulled off.......... until i thought about it some more. i mean i still think it’s cool but how did the sword APPEAR not in their hand???? isn’t it suppose to be intangible if you’re not holding onto it please i have so many questions bc things aren’t adding up where is my consistency

some little things

since all my files are piggybacked off my original azure gleam file, and i got the azure gleam credits after completing scarlet blaze, i thought “oh. i have to play them from scratch to unlock the credits.” but i got the golden wildfire credits earlier so.......this is really just an unfortunate glitch so i’ll have to play scarlet blaze again from scratch to unlock that event in the records hall

something i noticed about the byleth(sothis) cutscenes... when you recruit byleth and invite them on an expedition you learn that you’re the only person they’ve been afraid to face on the battlefield. byleth is only able to regain control of their body from sothis when shez appears in the scarlet blaze and golden wildfire routes (after killing randolph and judith) perhaps out of fear? but they’re seemingly able to come to on their own in the azure gleam cutscene after killing rodrigue? idk if this means anything in particular; just thought it was interesting (alternatively, dimileth and/or felileth enjoyers, eat up)

don’t get me wrong i love holst but having judith be unplayable yet again was very much a missed opportunity. and her potentially dying later in the route isn’t a valid excuse intsys since that’s exactly what you did to rodrigue

speaking of missed opportunities, not giving arval access to the fluegal/asura classes is so rude.... epimenides is clearly holding that sword in the opening cutscene. arval could handle it. i know they could.

also unlocked the gatekeeper’s paralogue and was having such a fun time all throughout lmfao. i remember talking to baltie about the mock battle on my very first AG run and i had no idea what they were talking about bc i didn’t see it but just having a recollection in the form of a paralogue of that time shez stumbled onto the mock battle and is just apologizing profusely while beating everyone up was hilarious

#kas plays few3h #few3h spoilers #fire emblem three hopes spoilers #long post #didn't include some of my more....heated takes #ain't looking for d/scourse just had a lot of thoughts #maybe 'word vomit' would be a more appropriate term

[silkiemae]

Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer

Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer My rating: 2 of 5 stars Eclipse re-read, baybee. "I want his venom to poison my system." This single line describes the whole relationship between Bella and Edward. He's already poisoned her. Let's be honest. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Now we're in the heart of the Edward/Bella/Jacob love triangle, and I hate it passionately. Edward is the worst, and this book solidified my hatred. He's unbelievably controlling, even more so than in Twilight. The book begins with Edward forcing Bella to fill out college applications that she doesn't want to fill out. He spends the beginning of this entire book like, 'look what you'll miss out on if you become a vampire,' and that's fine, but the way he does it is so irritating. He FORBIDS her from going to visit her best friend. He thinks Jacob is too dangerous because he's a werewolf. Yet, it's perfectly safe for Bella to spend all her time with vampires, one of whom was only ever interested in her because her blood was so tempting it sang to him. Not to mention that his brother almost murdered her in the last book and that’s why he ghosted her for like six months. He blames her for things all the time, and like I realize, he's doing it in a joking manner, but it almost always comes off as very victim-blaming. He blamed her in Twilight for smelling too good, and that's why James was trying to kill her. In New Moon, he was MAD at her for believing him when he told her he didn't want her anymore. Still, he also was well aware that she held him on a pedestal and was obsessed with him because he manipulated her into her obsession. Constantly chasing someone down to tell them you shouldn't be friends is weird, okay? Now in Eclipse, he sees the stereo that she destroyed by clawing it out of her car with her fingernails because it was too painful for her to look at because he LEFT HER. Instead of feeling bad, he tells her that it would hurt his sibling's feelings to see it, and he'll 'have to replace it now'. Like, wow, Edward, you suck. Then he tries convincing Bella to use the plane tickets his parents gave them to visit her mom. She tells him that she'd rather go later because she doesn't want to bring it up and start a fight with Charlie when he's already upset with her. Edward, naturally, ignores this and brings it up to Charlie anyway, completely bombing Bella with it. She's livid with him, but he's unrepentant. He doesn't give one single crap that she didn't want to do that to her dad. When he leaves to go hunting with his brothers, she decides to try and sneak off to La Push to see the friend he doesn't allow her to see, only her car isn't working! Why, you may ask? Because Alice saw Bella going to La Push(technically, she didn't see her at all but whatever), Edward dismantles Bella's engine, so she can't go. What makes me furious about this is that she could have shown that she was mad at him by locking him out of her room. Like Edward needs to realize that this isn't okay, but she opens the window as wide as it would go because her obsession with Edward is beyond unhealthy. She needs so much therapy. The way Bella thinks about her mom disgusts me. She essentially sees her mother as a helpless child and thinks of herself as more of a parent than her actual mother. She feels that she would take better care of her mom than her husband. Here's a cute quote..."I'd always been indulgent with my mom, amused by her, even a little condescending to her. I saw her cornucopia of mistakes and laughed privately to myself. Scatterbrained Renée." Bella thinks she's better than her mom just because her mom is adventurous and wants to have fun in life. And then she has the nerve to ask Charlie if he's implying that her mom isn't good at raising her when he doesn't want her to go to Florida with Edward. Bella, didn't you JUST indicate that you raised yourself? Charlie was my favorite character in Twilight and New Moon, but this book even ruined my opinion of him. At first, he's super logical when he lets Bella off the hook and asks her to spend time with people other than Edward. Even going as far as to say that maybe her depression would not have been so severe had she spent time with other people outside her boyfriend. And he's right. Her dependency on Edward is unsettling. Charlie hates Edward, and rightfully so, but he pushes way too hard for Jacob. He even goes as far as to cheer him on when he forcefully kisses Bella. Not cool, Charlie. There is an actual point where Bella thinks she's developing OCD because she organized some magnets in a straight line. And then because she cleans some blood up with bleach. Bella finds out she can only run off to La Push as a spur of the moment thing while Edward hunts because otherwise, Alice will see it and dismantle her car herself. So she runs away and spends the whole day ACTUALLY relaxing with Jacob. I honestly think telling Jacob anything is a terrible idea because he physically cannot keep a secret. She tells him everything about the Volturi, and then just trauma dumps all her Edward problems on him so the whole wolf pack now also knows. Her relationship with Jacob seems so much easier than with Edward. Granted, I hate Jacob now, too, because he can't take no for an answer. I just think Bella should let Alice turn her, and they can run off with Rosalie and be gal pal vampires. I find it hilarious that Jacob can't age and that they're all so upset about it. His body physically aged to an adult man. His brain can age to match the maturity of his body with time, so what's the problem? I see none. Bella, of course, freaks out about it because she is obsessed with not being older than the men in her romantic life. I would prefer to look like peak adult hotness if I was going to live forever, but I guess that's just me. Also, if he stops shifting into his wolf form, he can age again, so again, I ask, what is the problem? Also, since Bella is so obsessed with Edward that it hurts her to be physically separated from him for one day, why is she so opposed to marrying him? Wouldn't that be a dream come true for her? We know Renée hammered it into her that she shouldn't get married fresh out of high school (and then have a baby), but she does it anyway. And why would Bella care what her mom thinks when she has such a low opinion of her regardless? She's planning on abandoning both her parents when she's changed into a vampire anyway. In the end, she only agrees to marry Edward so they can have sex while she's still a human. Like...my god, Bella. We're told that werewolves have this thing called imprinting which I guess is similar to the mate trope, but in case ya'll are unfamiliar, imprinting is literally when a young animal comes to recognize another animal, person or thing as a parental type figure. But in the Twilight universe, it's when a werewolf sees a person and is basically like *gasp* I only care about them forever. Stephenie tries to make it seem like it's not JUST a romantic thing, but we all see straight through that. Sam imprinted on Emily, which is how she became a boyfriend stealer, and now they're together and deeply in love. Jared imprinted on a girl who sat next to him in class, and now they're also in love. Quil imprinted on a two-year-old girl and now plans to wait decades for her. Jacob explains that Quil will be the perfect older brother, then the best friend she could ever have and then eventually, he'll be there to be her lover when she wants him. Bella asks if she has any choice in the matter, and his response is, "Sure, but why would she want to choose differently? It'll be like he was designed for her alone." Oh, I don't know, Jacob, maybe she doesn't want to date the guy she used to see as a big brother? Like...do YOU want to date YOUR sister, Jacob?(does SM want to date her brother?) Oh...wait. (and don't even say I'm wrong. The author named the secondary love interest after her brother, okay??) This reads like a situation for extreme grooming, mk? Now here's a question for you. So clearly, only werewolves can imprint and the human they imprint on doesn't feel that same intense pull of emotion, right? Jacob imprinted on a half-vampire. So can a wolf imprint on a full vampire? Or another werewolf? Also what happens if the human has legit no interest in the wolf who imprinted on her. Will they just stalk them forever? What if they’re GAY? After Bella leaves La Push, Edward immediately appears behind her like a god damn stalker in his car. He follows her to Angela's, and she's TERRIFIED the whole time and dreads leaving Angela's because she's afraid of his reaction. (she only hangs out with Angela to appease Charlie, which is lame because Angela is terrific.) Then when she finally faces him, they argue about how he will NEVER allow her to go to La Push again. She makes plans to go anyway, and what does Edward do? He bribes his sister with a Porsche to hold Bella hostage EVERY TIME he goes away to hunt. Addressing the Rosalie story. She was gang-raped by her fiancé and his friends because she was so beautiful, and Carlisle rescued her because it would be “a waste of beauty”. *screeching*(I hate that) Rosalie hunts her fiancé and the others down and murders them in her wedding dress. I would have LOVED to read that book, like give me all the revenge plots. That being said, it's JUST a bit odd that the only reason Rosalie chose to save Emmett is that he reminded her of her human friend's BABY. There's a point where Jacob rescues Bella on a motorcycle when she's being held hostage by Alice, and she says, 'it feels good to be free.' REINFORCING THE BELIEF THAT EDWARD IS THE WORST. He makes her feel trapped. She legit just said it right there. While I'm not the happiest with Jacob, I still think they would have been better together(minus the self-insert brother romance and the fact that he imprints on Bella's child and can't take no for an answer...) or idk single. She is frightened of Edward's reaction whenever she goes to La Push. Like, Just LEAVE HIM, GIRL. It's not worth it just to follow him around for eternity as a vampire. She only wants to become a vampire because of how in love with Edward she is. "what else can I do?" She says when asked why she wants to do this. GET SOME THERAPY. She apologizes to HIM after HE made Alice hold HER captive. Yet, SUDDENLY Edward doesn't care that she hung out with her werewolf friend. ARE YOU BIPOLAR, EDWARD? This book infantilizes Bella constantly. She has to ask her boyfriend for permission to visit her friend. There's an oncoming vampire threat, and because the vampires and werewolves hate each other, Bella has to get handed off at the boundary line like a child. She repeatedly mentions it makes her feel like when she would get traded off between her parents when she was a CHILD. Edward tries to join in on Bella's only hobby, riding motorcycles, but he purchases a far superior bike to hers. Then he makes a point to give her a big ole helmet and riding jacket because he's all about safety. Why can no one figure out that Victoria is behind this army? It's so obvious. Bella isn't significant enough for the Volturi to give a shit about. They're not just going to creep through her bedroom at night. They will show up when they are prompted to leave their luxury palace. Bella is so up her own ass, though, and to be fair, Victoria DID create a whole army just to get to her. Which is super wild to me, because all this...for a MAN?! The Jacob/Bella kiss... Jacob confesses to Bella that he's in love with her, and she tries to reject him again, so he forces himself on her. Honestly, I never realized just how bad it was until now. It is HORRID. Jacob kisses Bella, and she fights him, and he takes this as passion and that she's kissing him back. She goes limp in his arms and waits for it to stop and he just like KEEPS GOING. After he pulled away, the three little pecks made it that much worse. Bella punches Jacob in response and breaks her hand because his jaw is so rock hard. (why are all the supernatural characters in this like made of stone? humans don't stand a CHANCE. the power imbalance is insane.) Instead of apologizing for forcing himself on her, Jacob laughs and blames her for breaking her hand because she should have known better. How was she supposed to know that you have a hard rock jaw, Jacob? He tells her that he's never going to stop trying to get her to fall for him and that he'll be thinking of her tonight when he's in bed. How incredibly violating. When he gives her a half-assed apology, and she's still angry, he goes, 'you could accept my apology, you know'. Uh no, she doesn't have to, bro. Like, stop with the guilt trips. We learn Jasper was a willing Confederate soldier and everyone was just...fine with it. Bella is super selfish and manipulative, and she learned from the best because she only cares about herself and Edward. She's willing to leave everything and everyone behind just for him. She's ready for a stranger to die so that Edward can be strong enough. Then, when a threat appears, she is suddenly so self-sacrificing and concerned about everyone. Bella gets to have a sleepover with Edward and is too stupid to realize he gave her a diamond charm. It takes her two whole days to realize it's a diamond because why wouldn't he overdo the gift? He always does. Then she begs him for sex because it's the one human experience she wants. (LMAOOOO)She cries and pleads and whimpers for it until he finally agrees, but only if she will marry him. And because she is so desperate for his ice-cold, rock-hard dick, she agrees. She thinks they're going to bone right then and there, but Edward, as usual, withholds the sex to make sure she marries him. He also is very concerned that if they bone before they're married, she'll no longer be allowed to go into heaven even though she's going to be an immortal vampire who, according to him, will have no soul. Oh, and he only wants to do it when she belongs only to him. How sexy. Edward naturally plays dirty and manipulates Bella into saying out loud she’s going to marry him so that Jacob can hear and get all depressed about it. Bella starts CRYING because why not, and then Edward goes to bring Jacob back so they can talk about it?? Jacob expects Bella to apologize….for getting engaged to her boyfriend. Then he tries to manipulate her by saying he’s going to get himself MURDERED while fighting the newborn vampires so that she’ll KISS HIM? And the fact that she can’t even see through his cheap manipulation tactic just shows how much she’s learned since being with Edward. Like he was clearly just saying this shit to get her to ask him to kiss her. We all knew he was going to fight anyway. I wish he would’ve gotten more than just half his body broken, to be honest. I wish he and Edward would just die, and then Bella can be a single bitch at college. And then Jacob kisses her super roughly?? grabbing her hair and shaking her? The kiss scene is very coercive and hard to read. Like I never realized just how rape-y Jacob’s kissing scenes come off in this book. Like, it makes me physically uncomfortable to read them. and once again, he thinks it’s passion when Bella is trying to claw him off of her. and then somehow, through the whole assault of this kiss, Bella ends up kissing him back and then realizes she loves him too….and I just goodbye. When Bella finally agrees to go all out of the wedding, Edward is like...OKAY, WE DON'T HAVE TO GET MARRIED. LET'S BONE NOW. Edward, WHAT? Oh, and no one died in the war except the bad guys. All the good ones live happily ever after, the end. View all my reviews

#eclipse #twilight saga

[gmmtv-bl-tournament-but-evil]

I actually love this idea? because for every great BL there’s some that are just not so great, and that’s just how it is. I am personally a little sad that Enchante managed to fall off the list already, because when I tell you I honestly hate watched that show and only completed it for Fluke Gawin and out of sheer stubbornness, I am not lying. I am still angry at those hours of my life that I will never get back which could’ve been used for watching something much better. If that had been my introduction to ForceBook rather than A Boss and A Babe I don’t know if I would have bothered watching anything else with them in it, because all Enchante did was make me want to punch both of them in the face, and then punch Book a second time for just how awful his character was. I guess I can probably blame it on the writing, as I had actually rather enjoyed A Boss and A Babe, but yeah, ForceBook is definitely not one of my favorite pairings. I consider them one of GMMTV’s weaker pairs tbh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway, thanks again for the work you’re doing, and for proving that fun can be poked here without being malicious and that honestly it’s not that deep. They can’t all be winners, or losers as the case may be, right?

Anon, I just have so much respect for the fact that you woke up today and chose truth. For a second I thought I'd sent myself this ask because these are the same exact feelings I had about Enchanté too, down to only finishing it for Gawin (he's my specialest guy). So I understand your disappointment but PLEASE! don't give up quite yet! There's still the Losers Bracket starting next week and who knows, Enchanté might manage to sIay that fight. Never lose hope.

I'm always glad to hear this tournament has brought some fun, I personally believe it's good for the spirit to remember we all have different opinions and that most of the time it's because of the smallest, pettiest reasons. My goal was to have an outlet and a space for it and so far all the responses I've gotten have been absolutely lovely and hysterically hilarious! So my thanks go straight back at all of you, it's truly my pleasure.

#asks #anonymous #i gotta say i actually really love ForceBook and i'm still holding out hope they'Il get a great script eventually #Only Friends war great but they weren't the main focus to me so that's what I mean