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smirnoffswitchblade · 2 months

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♡⸝⸝ about me .ᐟ

includes: introduction, dni/byf, etc . . .

— Finally im making an introduction after putting it off for a bit out of shyness (and laziness..+ being nervous, but i need to push myself to do things sometimes.) but i thought its time you guys know a little bit more about me! ^^

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀. 𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

‼️ • MDNI • ‼️

♡ ····· introduction

• Hello there!! im Sammy, but i prefer to be called Sakura if we aren’t extremely close. <3

• Im 20 years old! Im also a biracial lady, Bisexual, and my pronouns are She/Her! Please refer to me as so when talking to/about me.

• Some of my hobbies include : Cosplay, editing, drawing, photography (beginner), dancing, gaming, writing, reading, and baking!

• I like to associate myself with certain animals, specifically raccoons/deer/rag-doll cats/lambs/bats! Personally i think they fit me very well..so thats why you may see me repost those specific animals from time to time. (cause i think they’re me! ^^)

Tagged with: #irlsaku

• My few of my interests are cosplay, video games, anime, manga, flowers, greek mythology, herbology, nymphology, gloomy coquette and lolita fashion. among others too!

• i love many little men right now..but mainly ive been very lovey dovey over ren hana/fox, strade, lawrence oleander, sano kojima and vincent metzger! their just my favorites at the moment and i tend to self indulge in a bunch of selfshipping with them (persona x canon and oc x canon too!..maybe i will post my btd/tpof ocs here someday.)

♡ ····· DNI / BYF

• DNI: Minors, ageless blogs, zoos/maps, ableist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, anti-xeno/neopronouns, i dont really have a big dni but these are my mains. I block freely.

• BYF: This account is my primary blog and it’s mostly just for me posting/spamming my brainrot of 18+ medias! (also made for self indulgence and other things but i wont speak on that too much) So please please if you are under the age of 18 or do not have an age stating that you are an adult in your bio you will be blocked! This blog and content is not made for your eyes to see and you can get others and the creators in legal trouble and yourself. Please stay safe and take care of yourself, Thank you.

• If you are not a minor but cant handle the topics/media that will be posted on my blog please don’t follow me, this blog again is simply for my hyper-fixations of 18+ medias, my own enjoyment, and more. Don’t hurt/trigger yourself intentionally by looking at the things i put here, and please look out for your wellbeing because you are special! <3 Thank you!

My sfw blog is @crunchysugarr so i wont mix my other medias with this one!

• I have ADHD/PTSD/anxiety and depression, please be mindful of these things when choosing to interact with me whether its in dms or my ask box!

• You can send anything (quite literally anything..) in my asks! I don’t mind it, but ill ignore it if i don’t feel comfortable answering it or if it makes me feel some type of way. Please remember i may take time to reply to them if you ever do send anything to my inbox. (I also ask that you don’t send me irl gore/animal gore/cp/etc in my ask box.)

- I tag my posts with my own hashtags, heres a few of them so you wont be confused about what I’m specifically trying to post!

- aesthetic: #sakuaesth

- rambling: #sakubabbles

- regular blogging: #sakuposting🌸

(This could change overtime but i don’t know if they will but if they do I’ll let you all know! I hate confusing others on accident, hope this helps somewhat!)

• Im still pretty new to the Boyfriend to Death fandom and other fandoms on here too, I’m always learning something new about these pieces of media every single day! so please don’t get upset if i say anything not really lore accurate (?) i guess.

• You can always dm me or reply in my posts freely! But please ask to dm me in my ask box if you do want to talk to me in private, i usually only chat on tumblr and not discord because only people i’m closest to have my discord. But feel free to ask to dm me and we can talk here on tumblr if thats fine with you <3

• Please be patient when it comes to me replying to messages/asks. Sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming knowing i have to reply to so many people so i may take some time to get back to you all depending on whats going on with me that day, i do have a life outside of tumblr thats way different from how i appear online! But just know i have no intentions of ignoring anybody, i just wanna try and talk to new people for once.

Note: i tend to use emoticons only because i just think they’re adorable simply and i like to use them when texting! (i dont know why i feel the need to specify this so much, or anything else for that matter..but i did!)

♡ ····· other / extra things

ill try and make this as short as possible so you wont have to do too much more reading.. sorry about that!! ^_^’

• on this account the specific content i intend to post is boyfriend to death (1&2), the price of flesh, ykmet, degrees of lewdity, lovers trophy, courtin’ cowboys, this is not romance, and Saw (2004)!

• i can give out some of my other socials below so feel free to follow them if you’d like to, or don’t! i would never force anything upon you or anyone. <3

Twitter: @/crunchysugarr

Pinterest: (the same as my twitter user)

• and i think thats really pretty much everything! i hope you enjoy my company and my blog, if theres any other questions you wanna ask to know other things about me that aren’t listed here then you are free to shoot me an ask anytime! (no pressure of course <3.) Im sure we will become good friends someday! take care ♡

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hemat1c · 3 months

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⸸ . – ℌEMATIC

. * – an independent && highly selective multimuse blog from multiple types of media. all muses are very canon divergent or very headcanon heavy. USES THE BETA EDITOR.

⛧ . * . – a thorough autopsy of multiple subjects named: being a survivor of 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚢, dealing poorly with survivor's guilt, having 𝔹 𝕃 𝕆 𝕆 𝔻 on your hands ( literally or metaphorically ), 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙛��𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, saving others NO MATTER the cost, the powers of the D̳ I̳ V̳ I̳ N̳ E̳ being unforgiving.

¹ muses. ² interest tracker.

𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 : 𝚅𝟷𝚂𝙲𝙴𝚁A. 𝙺𝙾𝙽𝙺𝚄𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙾.

𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 : bloodyvain , sh4pechange , ofcr4nes , etern4lsun , s1ngedwings

RULES BENEATH THE CUT

ONE. THIS BLOG IS 18+ AND THIS IS YOUR WARNING. a lot of my muses are part of series with major sensitive topics. Murder, torture, mutilation, blood, gore, and all things such as that will be present on this blog. I will tag anything visually that includes things like that, but with writing it depends on how graphic it is. Triggers are tagged as __ //. I don't have any specific triggers, but if you do, please let me know. Lastly, on the topic of smut. It won't be under readmore unless my partner does it first. Also I won't hold off my smut stuff for Sunday and will post stuff like that on main. Whenever I'm in the mood for it, it'll happen.

TWO. Honestly, I'm all kinds of shipping trash. If there's a chance you ship, I probably ship it too! I'm a fan of all kind of ships as well. Romantic, platonic, antagonistic, and everything else in between.But do keep in mind that some ships can be quite unhealthy depending on the muse. Some obsessive and possessive. Some are willing to hurt, or possibly kill, someone if they decide to mess with a person they are affiliated with. Not to mention some can be quite manipulative. So keep these warnings in mind.

THREE. I am mutuals only and that's how I'll stick for my own comfort. I follow whoever I want and I wish for that to be respected. Don't ask me why I didn't follow you back. Don't follow, unfollow, follow again in order for me to follow you back. If I didn't follow you back, that's that. Don't make me have to block you, and I hate having to block people. Mutuals are free to send in inbox memes that focus on interactions between muses and continue them from that ask post! Non-mutuals are free to send in ooc questions and headcanon things. Mutuals are also free to ask for my discord and talk to me in the IMs. Mutuals are also free to reblog musings posts and graphics things I may post!

FOUR. I make every single graphic on this blog. The icon borders, the PSD, and everything else. Don't steal my stuff, thanks. I've recently been experimenting with formatting. I've been having fun bolding, italicizing, underlining, and using colored font. I also double space and haven't been using small font. So if none of that sounds interesting to you, I would recommend not following.

#͙۪۪· ❛ ｡⸸ ˚ ˎ⁀ ⛧ pinned. 📌#͙۪۪· ❛ ｡⸸ ˚ ˎ⁀ ⛧ astral. ┊ over twenty. ┊ she / her. ´ˎ˗

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deanismysavior · 2 years

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Your blog is really making me hopeful that Byler will happen, although unfortunately I still don't really trust the chreators to make it happen... I mean, I've been mislead and disappointed so many times - but that wasn't the point of my ask. I sorta wanted to rant, but I am lowkey too scared to make my own post. Here we go: it really REALLY bothers me how so many of the milkvan shippers are super homophobic while "defending" their ship/attacking byler and/or byler shippers. You can really see this while scrolling the milkvan tag (biggest mistake I made, ever).

Also what I saw was so many of them claiming bylers don't care about Mike, or if Eleven gets her heart broken, etc. etc., that bylers only care about "their gay noncanon ship". It's so ridiculous that it almost makes me laugh because a LOT of the milkvan shippers (before anyone gets mad, of course not all of them) are the ones who don't give a shit about the plot, the individual characters or really any other aspect of the show that doesn't have to do with milkvan. So many of them reduce El and Mike only to each other's love interests, as if there is nothing else there. A lot of the byler shippers get these characters as individuals and think of them individually. I also saw many ppl on the milkvan tag claim bylers don't care specifically about Mike AT ALL, only as Will's love interest. What??? I really haven't seen many of these byler shippers around. And... as if many of the milkvans don't do the same exact thing. They literally do not care about Mike, or El, or anyone. Or anything that happens in the show. It's so hypocritical.

Sorry this is so incoherent, I am tired and having trouble gathering my thoughts together. Also, absolutely no pressure to answer this! I am sure many of these things have been said before.

Hi! I'm so happy that my blog has been a positive experience for you! That being said, I completely understand not having full confidence, because I know that queerbaiting is a huge issue in media, and I've experienced that pain as well *coughs* destiel *coughs*

It really is a problem that people have started to use their ship as an excuse to be homophobic. I've seen it happen a few times in my ask box and it's always really disturbing to me how much hatred these people have towards Will just because he's "getting in the way" of their ship. Like weird ass, did you even watch this season? He single-handedly saved the bones of Mordecai and the Rigbys that remains after all the lies and gaslighting. If anything, they should be thanking Will.

I also think it's super weird that people assume that we hate Mike, because personally, Mike is my favorite character. I love how layered he is and there's something about the progression of his character that really resonates with me. But seriously, why would we ship Mike with Will if we didn't like Mike? I think some people are under the impression that we only ship Byler because the ship itself is gay, which I take a bit of issue with because they make it seem like we're making shit up just to make it gay. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy ships like Steddie or Ronance, and I think they're cute and have a certain amount of chemistry, but those ships, while fun, don't hold the same weight as Byler, and I feel like people are kind of lumping Byler in with that category even though we have much more substantial evidence that something could really happen here. But Byler aside for a second, even if I wasn't for Byler, at this point, I still wouldn't be for Monstrosity because their relationship is plain unhealthy and imbalanced.

I would agree though, I've seen a lot more Mannequin shippers say stuff about them hating Mike and loving El than I've seen Byler shippers say anything negative about Mike (other than in an affectionate or joking way). It's honestly weird bc why would you want El with Mike if you don't like Mike?? Make it make sense.

#byler #byler endgame #byler nation #ask #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #st #stranger things #will byers is gay #mike wheeler i know what you are

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coulson-is-an-avenger · 1 year

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I posted 6,167 times in 2022

363 posts created (6%)

5,804 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@coulson-is-an-avenger

@nerdangels

@pocketsizedquasar

@princess-of-purple-prose

@stitchthepaleontologynerd

I tagged 6,151 of my posts in 2022

#q - 2,563 posts

#fan art - 1,000 posts

#undescribed - 824 posts

#the magnus archives - 565 posts

#described - 528 posts

#miscellaneous - 495 posts

#video - 401 posts

#pacific rim - 387 posts

#mossy speaks - 334 posts

#the owl house - 243 posts

Longest Tag: 143 characters

#literalllyyyyy i dont feel so tough holding me tight in a headlock so messed up i don’t care that much holding me tight throwing me up 👏👏👏👏

My Top Posts in 2022:

alexsandr kallus is a better fascist turned redeemed hero character than kylo fucking ren because although they both were fascist officers and heavily involved in literal genocide, kallus was the one who had to sit through the aftermath of what he did and actually do something about it. he realized his faith in the system was flawed and horrific and was forced to work with a survivor of said genocide and see the humanity in him, and then because of that, started asking questions and deconstructing his destructive worldview on his own. but that wasn’t enough!!! then he spent a whole season putting himself in mortal peril spying for the rebellion and trying to earn back his moral code and establish the rebellion’s faith in him, and even after he succeeded in that, even after he became a trusted spy, he STILL had to get the shit kicked out of him by heroes and villains alike before finally escaping the empire for good, bruised and bloodied, and THEN HE STILL got mocked and put in his place by teenagers and old soldiers, making sure his ego stayed humble and THEN, BECAUSE THAT WASNT ENOUGH EITHER, HE HAD A GAY HONEYMOON HAPPY ENDING WITH THE MAN WHO GOT HIM TO DEFECT IN THE FIRST PLACE. he even respected women. he was even voiced by david oyelowo. literally characters of all time. kyle ron could never

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I’m once again thinking about how Loki never told a single fucking soul that he was not only captured but tortured by Thanos over the period of a year before the battle of New York. He never told anyone!!!! Not Thor, when he asked where he got the scepter, not Odin when he was on trial, not Frigga when she chided his actions, not even Mobius when he was laying out his life’s failures before him??? Not a single person ever heard or found out about that incredibly long agonizing period of his life and how clearly that altered the course of his life and his motivations!!!!!!! Hell, he died by Thanos’s fucking hand and Thor still didn’t have any idea why.

1,205 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

Ezra Bridger was the most character ever. He was 14 and an orphan, he got adopted by some rebels in a mom van, he had a funky face scar, he unlocked his strongest abilities with compassion, he was courageous despite overwhelming anxiety, he was born to be an annoying little brother, he collected imperial helmets, he hijacked an armed tank to steal some fruit, his pseudonym was “Jabba the Hutt”, he was SWANA-coded*, he told off a Grand Admiral to his face, he fell into the Dark Side and pulled himself out of it, he handmade a lightsaber that was also a gun, he couldn’t fly a jetpack for shit, he was friends with 700 cats and several dozen whales, he survived encounters with Maul, Darth Vader, and Palpatine himself, he was buddies with Ahsoka Tano and Hondo Ohnaka, he couldn’t save his teacher, he let his adopted sister paint his helmets, he successfully liberated his home planet from a full scale fascist occupation, and every goddamn day I miss him

*disclaimer: I can’t find any actual details on which ethnicity Ezra is specifically based on/inspired by, but the majority of fan headcanons pertaining to this seem to fall under this category!

1,346 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

the fact that dark brown eyes don’t get complimented a lot makes me so upset like why does the world have such shitty taste!!!!! anyways dark brown eyes are captivating and stunning and ethereal and i Will get into a fistfight about this. if u have dark brown eyes you are gorgeous and i am smooching u

8,596 notes - Posted April 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the main thing I’ve gathered from the Pacific Rim director’s commentary is that, even though a lot more of PacRim was done with CGI than I had realized, it still holds up almost 10 years later because of how intentional Guillermo Del Toro was with building in details, flaws, weathering and environmental factors, and, primarily, love and respect into every single model.

He helped animate every single creature and robot by hand on his tablet, he praised the animators for every single shot and talks about how brilliant they are, how hard they worked on every detail, he treats all of them like human beings, like geniuses, just as integral to the film as himself and the actors. The animators themselves talk about how intentional and detailed his ideas were, how helpful and insightful he was when he spoke to them about changes, when he came to them with new ideas.

There’s also a hell of a lot of practical effects woven in, which add to the believability, but the CGI holds up first and foremost because he saw it as an art form to be cultivated and loved just as fiercely as everything else, not a ‘wow’ effect to be slapped in for budget cuts.

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#WAIT THE FUCKING PACRIM ONE TOOK THE CAKE IM WHEEZINGHLKSGJKLDJG I THOUGHT FOR SURE IT'D BE THE BROWN EYES ONE #none of those are tma i've failed my people /lh #WHY DO I POST SO DAMN MUCH ON THIS SITE. @ME GET A JOB /LH #this is amazing shglkjdklsgj thank u tunglr #mossy speaks #tumblr #also HEYYYY JAIME AND SAHAR AND KAY :3 #my 2022 tumblr year in review #2022

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infodump-central · 1 year

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have YOU ever wanted to share information about something so badly but had nobody/nowhere to share it to? now you do!!

this is infodump central where YOU can go on and on about whatever topic pleases u most (with some minor restrictions)! this means ANY topic, including but not limited to, tv, video games, movies, weird lore, headcanons, real life history, current events, architecture, music, random objects, vehicles, books, toys, people, psychology, astrology, literally anything and everything! all info regarding submissions and other questions will be under the readmore!

FIRST AND FOREMOST, do not submit if you're uncomfortable receiving feedback from strangers on the internet. i myself will always be positive about submissions/listen intently to them and i urge others to do the same (BIG on this being a supportive space), however i do not control other people!

anonymous asks are turned on, however if you want to go off anon at any time, feel free!

now for submission rules!

please make sure no hateful speech towards anyone is in your ask before submitting (for example, lgbt+phobia, racism, threats, etc) however if you wish to share information about these topics (history of a topic, educating about a topic, etc) feel free! appropriate tws will always be tagged on my end.

attacking anyone who does not share your opinion will not be tolerated and your ask will be deleted. do not start discourse in your ask.

anything nsfw won't be posted here, realistically i cannot control who looks at this blog and as such would like it to be safe for minors to browse + post on.

overall, just be kind and considerate!

topics that will not be allowed under any circumstance include (more can be added to this list at any point, so check back before submitting each time!):

-harry potter/jk rowling

-rpf/real person fiction (talking about real people is a-ok! just not in shippy/creepy fashions)

other info:

again, appropriate tws will always be added in post by me, and they will always be tagged as 'tw [thing]'

posts will also be tagged with all relevant tags, for instance, if your ask is about a specific tv show, or is centered around certain characters, it will be tagged as such. this is to help people who want to filter these things out even if they don't have a tw tag

i myself will always try to keep posts entirely blank other than the ask itself, though i will try to reply to them positively in the tags! (if you at any point dont want me to "respond" to an ask (no offense taken btw!) feel free to say so or add 'no reply' to the end of your ask!)

similarly if you don't want your ask to be rebloggable just let me know or put 'no reblog' at the end of your ask and i will turn them off!

posts that are NOT infodumps will be tagged 'regularask' and posts that ARE will be tagged as 'infodumpcentral' (no spaces on either of these because tumblr can get weird with blocked tags + tag searches)

multiple asks for a single submission is totally fine, but i will manually stitch them all together into one post instead of posting them separately. (it would also be a good idea to number them as you send them!)

thats about it! have fun!

#infodump #infodumpcentral #fandom #movies #cartoons #films #anime #history #headcanons #apologies for all these vague tags just wanna make sure this reaches at least some people #though such is the way of new blogs not appearing in tags anyway

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echoes-lighthouse · 1 year

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Content and Tags

Hello! Welcome to a run-down of the content on my blog and how to block anything that you don’t want to see. I do my best to tag triggering material but please let me know if you would like anything additional tagged: I won’t ask you for any explanation or justification, although I may create my own tags for you to block.

Generally, I suggest that minors block #nsft and #minors dni: I will block minors who interact with nsfw content on my blog, but it’s not the focus of my selfships, so I just tag it if it comes up.

You may also want to block #nsft mention, #kink mention, and #suggestive: those are the kind of T/M rated content things that aren’t fully explicit.

I do post age regression content on this blog, related to several of my f/os, so you can block the #agere tag if you want that off your dash! You might also want to block #my ghost boy and #my gamer boy, where those themes are heaviest.

Selfship-Specific:

Because some of my selfships have dark themes, here is a list of the ones that you may want to block if you have any triggers around their main themes, as I won’t always tag them with content warnings if it’s a main part of that selfship.

Tate Langdon (#my ghost boy): unhealthy power dynamics, age gap (he died at 17 and has been a ghost for ~10 years), family death, Tate’s history of abuse from his mother

Himiko Toga (#bestie hours): blood drinking, knives and teeth to draw blood in a vampire-esque way, yandere tropes appropriate to the canon character, a League of Villains polycule that includes characters from 17-32

Alex Delarge (#clockwork siblings): canon-typical sexual assault, violence, and drug use, ambiguously toxic/codependent sibling relationship, coerced sexual favours (for Alex’s droogs)

The Joker (#the lover who laughs): age gap with my s/i being underage, violence, stockholm syndrome

Dirk Strider (#heart of hearts): manipulation, blackrom-typical violence

Jonah Magnus (#eyes on you): manipulation, toxic relationship, power dynamics, body horror and general horror themes

Valentino and Vox (#digital poison): canon-typical voyeurism, stalking, sexual coercion, mentions/threats of sexual assault, manipulation, power games, a veritable host of kinks including bloodplay, painplay, bondage, etc.

I have one F/O (Toshinori) who is police-adjacent and one F/O who is a problematic school shooter stereotype (Tate). Vox and Valentino literally have an empire based on coercion and violence. I am aware of their place in their original media as problematic, but don’t acknowledge it in every single post about them. I am also aware of Alex, Brahms, The Joker, and Michael as being symbols of rape/assault to different degrees and I have complicated feelings about their symbolism in that space that I’m probably not going to deal with on this blog.

Tagging Systems For Reblogs:

I do my best to tag fandoms as #source: [fandom] but occasionally will tag with #source: unfamiliar if I don’t recognize the source, so if there’s a lot of sources you want to avoid, you can block to be safe!

I tag all my selfship reblogs with #others f/os: [name], so if you have an f/o you don’t like seeing others selfship with, block that tag with the relevant names inserted!

I currently tag for #bugs, #clowns, #blades, #religion/#religious imagery, and #blood, and do my best to remember to tag #food.

Lastly, I do occasionally participate in shipping discourse, so all of that content is under #discourse or #shipping discourse, so feel free to block both!

#making some mobile friendly links!#don't reblog please ^-^

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allalrightagain · 1 year

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I posted 592 times in 2022

107 posts created (18%)

485 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lunapwrites

@broomsticks

@thebibliosphere

@labradorduck

@remuslupinfest

I tagged 572 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#hp - 141 posts

#lt talks - 104 posts

#hp fic - 49 posts

#ask games - 46 posts

#remus lupin - 30 posts

#diwf - 27 posts

#show everyone - 25 posts

#writing - 19 posts

#lt writes fic - 18 posts

#reblog games - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#there’s a famous-in-certain-circles person with the same spelling as my name and it was very surreal when it first started being brought up

My Top Posts in 2022:

OH YES character ask game i was hoping it’d find its way here!! remus and harry please ❤️ (and/or anyone else you have Thoughts about!!)

XD Thank you! Remus and Harry are good ones haha. This took me forever to nail down specifics and I still didn’t succeed, this is the best I’ve got lmao. Under a cut because I think this is even longer than the last one 😂

favorite thing about them

Remus

I could write a whole essay on each of them—how/why I project on them, a hundred little things I think about regularly— but I will try to keep it short. What sticks with me about Remus, over and over, is how much he’s able to do with so little. He is going through it literally every day. I liked Remus a lot in initial reads, but it wasn’t until I returned to the books and fandom that he really started standing out to me. A direct quote of an annotation from my last reread (Dec ’19, which I never finished) just after he’s introduced says

“Not only is Remus a dementor hotspot as it is, but Lupin’s summer goes something like this: accepts job working at hogwarts, sirius escapes, he gets on the hogwarts express (without any of his now dead or imprisoned best friends for the first time ever) falls asleep, wakes up to a spitting image of his dead best friend and a dementor outside the door, best friend’s son who he hasn’t seen since said best friend died passes out on the floor and then Remus has to come up with a happy memory?? It’s really no wonder he doesn’t notice Peter is Scabbers. He’s got too much on his mind. Like grief.”

He has seen so much, and yet despite everything he still keeps moving, keeps fighting, keeps showing up when he absolutely is not expected to. All of his little gestures, the reaching out to grab Harry’s shoulder and then thinking better of it, there’s just so much going on in his head all the time and at least 60% of it is angst (and it should probably be a lot higher than that).

Harry

Harry has been my comfort character for almost longer than I can remember— that’s not an exaggeration, my dad read the first three books out loud to me the year I started kindergarten and I reread them every summer until the last book came out when I was in middle school. I have, no joke, spent more time thinking about him than the entirety of my college major and current career combined. I think the same resilience we see in Remus stands out in Harry (a HUGE portion of DIWF planning was outlining similarities between the two for a reason— they are absolutely mirrors), the same desire to be kind, to care even when it seems foolish. If I had to pick one single thing, it’s that; the empathy he offers to others (almost) no matter what. and on the few occasions he doesn’t, I was well ahead of him in telling them to fuck off

least favorite thing about them

Remus

Voted most likely to give his kid daddy issues :( I love him dearly but at the first sign of a hiccup Remus’s instinct is to be anywhere but here and justifies it by doing something productive wherever that “not here” is. See: reading during SWM, resigning from Hogwarts, the werewolf packs, the horcrux hunt.

Harry

Excepting the epilogue/CC which I do not count against him, of course. Idk if I even have a least favorite thing. Everything that comes to mind I immediately justify lmao. I guess he can be a bit of an asshole, and he’s very quick to judge the good guys from the bad guys, which mostly works out in his favor but sometimes means he justifies things he shouldn’t (or hates someone without much cause).

favorite line

Remus

Hard-pressed not to pick the scene where Snape and Remus (and Harry) discuss the Map in POA without Remus copping to anything. OR possibly “No one’s going to try and kill you until we’ve sorted a few things out." Love scary!Remus.

Harry

Too many to count— I just spent like 3 hours rereading bits and pieces and I’ve given up trying to pick just one, or even a couple. He’s got some really great sass backs, particularly to Snape, Malfoy, and the Dursleys, plus a couple really upsetting lines like “People don’t like being locked up” or “Parents,” said Harry, “shouldn’t leave their kids unless — unless they’ve got to,” but I genuinely don’t think I can pick a favorite.

brOTP

Remus

Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs <3 Although I do like Remus and Lily as friends.

Harry

Ron. 100%.

OTP

Remus

Ok this is just going to look like an unpopular opinion answer, but I love Remadora and Wolfstar about the same. Also Remus/Tonks/Sirius I love a lot. James/Lily/Sirius/Remus goes in honorable mentions.

Harry

Hinny :) Drarry I’ll read but you have to sell me on it a bit unless I’m in the mood.

nOTP

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Diversity win! Your nb coworker just won a sports argument with you thanks to knowledge gained from fandom!

13 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

Hate that I’m working when I desperately want to get out resurrected Lily/James have to live with 30 something Remus/Sirius and also Harry

14 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

Out of the Woods (Wormtail Week Day 1)

Life continues after the ending of every story, happy or otherwise. Or: Peter has a plan, after everything falls apart. He isn't totally sure if it's going to plan, though. Peter Pettigrew/Petunia Dursley Post-Halloween 1981, cheating, getting together

Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Petunia who dreamed of getting out. Out of town, out of the house, out of the way of her perfect, peculiar sister and her strange, special friends.

Unlike them, Petunia didn’t have magic to whisk her away from life as she knew it; it took time and hard work and a calculated “miracle” or two (oh that’s so funny! I just happened to…), until she got a wedding and a king and a castle far, far away, just as she’d always hoped.

But then, of course, fairy tales don’t tell the story after the Happily Ever After.

At first, it was perfect. They had a darling, delightful prince, and Petunia got to decide what foods to eat, how much to clean, what their garden should look like.

And so she cooked and she cleaned and she gardened and she cared for their son, and when she was done for the day, Vernon would return and she would do half of it over again.

Her parents died, leaving her the keys to a kingdom she’d renounced long ago. As ever, she did what was right, what was expected, and her amazing, absent sister couldn’t be bothered to show.

She kept the keys to the house she didn’t want in a little box in the kitchen, just in case. She didn’t know what it was in case of, especially once Lily had died and left her nothing but another baby to care for, but just in case of something. She knew better than anyone that anything was often well beyond the scope of the expected or the imaginable.

And sure enough, one winter afternoon, she found a rat in her kitchen.

She’d only just put the boys down for a nap (and what a hassle that was with two of them! Each setting the other off crying again when they’d almost fallen asleep, over and over, until she wanted to leave them both alone in the hopes that they’d tire each other out and maybe maybe let it be quiet again) and she had returned downstairs with the intent of starting dinner when she found it— him— sitting cool as you please on Petunia’s sparkling counters, drinking a snifter of Vernon’s most expensive brandy.

She let out a scream before she thought of the boys she’d only just gotten to sleep and swallowed it back. But the rat seemed uninterested, and… did he just raise an eyebrow?

She cast around for a broom or a pan to scare him off but the only thing closer to her than the rat was the teddy she’d planned to mend after Dudley had ripped the head off. It would have to do.

Careful not to get too close— she didn’t want to hit the glass— she swung out with the stuffie, and still the rat looked unimpressed.

“Out,” she cried, with another swing, this one a bit closer, “Get out of my house! I don’t want you here!”

This had never worked on Lily or the Snape boy either, but she knew magic had all sorts of rules to learn, and, well, she could hope that was one. In films, Dracula needed permission to enter, maybe that was true of witches, too.

The rat had put down his drink to face her directly.

“Didn’t you hear me?” she said, as loudly as she dared. “Leave!”

But the rat did not, and when she swung out once more, the snifter wobbled precariously.

“Fine! Fine,” she conceded, slumping back against the refrigerator, beheaded teddy leg still clutched in her hand. “Well? If you’ve got a message for me, or whatever, say it now before my husband gets home.”

Finally, the rat moved. A step away from the brandy, then a running leap at her that made her shriek again and swat it away with her makeshift weapon— except when it made contact it was with a fully grown man, not a rat at all.

He stood before her, wand held casually in one hand— not exactly brandishing it at her, but showing it off. He was short, not quite as tall as she was, with bright, straw blond hair, and he looked like a strong wind would bowl him over, despite having a bit of bulk on her. If it wasn’t for the stupid wooden stick in his hand, she thought she could easily take him.

That, and the rat thing.

“First of all, we’ve got to work on your security system. D’you know who I am?”

He didn’t ask like Vernon— or his father— did, full of expectation and impatience. The man-who-was-also-a-rat asked like he expected to have been overlooked, like he was afraid even now that he’d be thrown out for not being recognized. It was a look Petunia had trained away from her own expression when she’d lost her accent.

“I’m afraid I don’t, mister…”

“Pettigrew,” he said cautiously, “Peter Pettigrew.” And then, after a moment of hesitation, “I was— I was friends with your sister and your… brother-in-law.”

“Yes, well, they’re both dead now, and they’ve left me their son, as I’m sure you’re aware, seeing as you’ve let yourself into my kitchen.”

“Like I was saying, better security system. Which brings me to why I’m here.”

He made a sort of gesture to imply he’d like to sit down at the table and discuss it, but when Petunia didn’t budge from her place against the fridge, he stayed standing in the middle of the room.

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My #1 post of 2022

I don't have time or energy to tease out @impishtubist's prompt of resurrected James/Lily need to learn to live with Sirius, Remus, and Harry, but have five drabbles (really! 100 words each!) on their first dinner together. Canon divergence, somewhere around OotP.

Harry had gone to the Ministry expecting death—his or Sirius’s or one of his friends— and hoped to survive. Instead, he’d gotten something more miraculous than even he could wish for. Every minute since his parents— parents! He’d never really had those!— had stumbled out of the veil has been spent learning something new: the way his mother flicks away the ends of her hair, the weight of his father’s hand on his shoulder, the way they smiled at each other. He learns and he waits for it to all be ripped away and enjoys it while he can.

They’re all sat at a kitchen table in a house none of them own. Six chairs. Five people, five place settings. There should be six of them and James hasn’t quite accepted that there aren’t. Remus and Sirius have had a whole life— Harry’s whole life— or at the very least years to try and understand what could never be explained. James is angry and upset and happy to be alive and so, so confused by this world that’s wrong in unexpected ways. Five of them are here and Harry had flinched when the sixth was mentioned, and James aches.

Remus blinks again, still expecting the mirage to dissipate and leave him full of pain and drugs and regret. Magic didn’t bring people back from the dead. If it could, he would have gone to the Ministry sometime before now and dragged them back himself and saved them all the trouble. Remus was supposed to struggle through it, to make it to the finish line decades too soon, die in some tragic or heroic way and be greeted with pity and love as he had in life. Cobbling together a table full of loved ones had never been the plan.

The last few moments of Lily’s life keep flashing behind her eyes; her toddler’s confused face, the cold, cruel laugh, a blinding flash of death-green light. She keeps them open, watches the room instead of memories fifteen years and hours old. Sees how her son looks to Sirius before he moves or speaks, how he flinches and shrinks in on himself, how he shakes. He doesn’t look to Remus, and Remus can’t stop looking at her and James. They aren’t a family, they’re just a ball of tangled strings, tied up in all the wrong ways, impossible to untangle.

Sirius had dreamt this, truly dreamt instead of nightmares, that first night after Azkaban—all of them together: Sirius his own age, James and Lily forever twenty-one, Remus somewhere in between. Harry had just been there, one and eleven all at once. It didn’t compare to this moment of absolute lightness Sirius feels watching his family— free from death and that horrible house— joyous at the most perfect dinner he’ll ever eat. They have time to fight, to learn to live together, to not set off each of their particular traumas. That will come, because they, somehow, have time.

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heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon · 2 years

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Wow, Orn for someone who had like an entire bitch baby tantrum and was once pitching a complete, un-ironic “Did you just Assume My Gender?! TM” fit over me accidentally referring to you as “he” during that tagline that I was just too lazy to retype for you after I realized, I cannot believe that you just let your own anon just assume my gender just like that? Who says I’m a girl?! ;) 💋

So a bimbo passively making fun of blocked losers in the tags of her own blog that said blocked losers have no right to be looking at because they’re blocked is apparently a crime. Again.

I’m not reading your posts in their entirety cause you’re a blocked and boring scuztron, obviously.

No way, Lin Manuel Ellis Walker, why don’t you delete your socials and get a real job instead?

And why does that last lead in before the “read more” that I’ll never be clicking just make it sound like you want to rape me? Ew.

And once more with the misgendering too? How do agender incel bot assume I am “She”, huh? 👁 👄 👁

On second thought, how about Orn and Leeanne don’t put me personally under a microscope and all their anon cronies simply don’t report back to them on every single little thing that I do so that they can still look at my blog even though I blocked them both in April of 2020, hm?

“I feel secondhand embarrassment for that V*vzipop persons ‘show’. The Self Insert Mary Sue Special Snowflake called ‘Charlie’ is a hypocrite and some of Medrano’s concepts could be good if she didn’t execute it so poorly ... I don’t know why she’s so careless and can’t take criticism and she REALLY should be considering the reputation that she’s built for herself as a Known Racist Homophobe and Pedophile Dog Fucker that she continues to worsen with every tweet and passage of her countless ‘Apology Posts’ because it’s just sad.”

“Nevermind, V*vizieshit back with her bullshit again.”

No, you ableist grayface you, this is just how hot people treat blocked people who have no right to their respect anymore because they’ve been blocked for over two years.

They were my friends, they were both boys, and we weren’t dating, and one of them did sex work, you’re literally being misogynistic and whorephobic.

Yeah because they ghosted me and we’re not friends anymore so now I can vent however the fuck I want just like how I can be as mean as fuck as I want to people who complain about being blocked because they have no boundaries.

I’d ask how grayface could take something like “embellishing to fit in” as the worst insult ever but like... This is the logic of people who follow a sexless, loveless 30+ arsehole who gets mad at 12 year olds for blocking them and thinks that being called a virgin is acephobic. And once again, a person who thinks that “scrutinizing” and “picking apart” other people is completely normal behavior for a human.

Bitch if I don’t know your name how else am I supposed to make fun of you? You have every excuse to use any of the two names that I’ve provided on my profile and you still can’t do that because you’re still too busy trying to type out my whole entire url in order to dehumanize me and then complaining that I’m too big for you . Shut the fuck up.

Honey, this is the Hazbin Hotel fandom, the second my crippled arse got snapped at for saying I hated abled-bodied mentally ill people, calling someone “honey” and then got called “condescending” by an abled-bodied mentally ill virgin for showing that much patience and understanding in the same week, I knew that I was on no ones side but my own. And considering that I had to block you both (I’m considering both Leeanne and Orns anons a hivemind) three times over in order to get you to stop talking about me, I think the last question answers itself, now doesn’t it?

Did you really just screenshot a post that passively mentions your blocked url but not specifically Leeanne’s? I can’t even vague the given names of people I’ve already had blocked for two years on my own blog and on posts that will not show up in any fandom related tags and have nothing to do with fandom? But you can screenshot that and bring it back into a fandom context to be “discoursed” over? As the blocked person who has no right to be looking at my blog anymore because I went and set that boundary that you’ve both now more than violated? Use a website blocker if you haven’t already for Christs sake, SANSFUCKO!

.... It’s so interesting how you think that someone venting about you on a blog that blocked you in 2020, and venting specifically about how you haven’t left them alone since you first complained about them blocking you in 2020, and have instead of just respecting being blocked kept monitoring me every time I try to vent, about a situation that you were directly involved in and so I have to bring you up to provide people that context even if it’s in passing, is considered, “we’re literally talking”.

Now I’m convinced that you wish I could take your turbo virginity . I DON’T REMEMBER BECAUSE I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT YOU.

Now for the last time, I have absolutely no idea what triggered your little mental breakdown about me 9 months ago when you’ve been blocked since 2020 and we literally haven’t talked since the night I hit that button (because blocked people literally talking both around me and at me and trying to block evade me, is not the same as my right to vent about it ) but the fact that you have zero notes on your last screed that I’m not reading speaks volumes. Good thing I’ll never have to read another from ether of you ever again.

Gorgeous, gorgeous gimps don’t click “readmores” and use website blockers.

I am, a Gorgeous, gorgeous gimp. (✿◕‿◕✿)

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messybouquetoflilies · 2 years

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Some about me! Pretty please read this before you message me! including the "keep reading" button. Thank you! ❤️

So first things first, this is a very nsfw blog, so if you're under 18 or anyone who thinks the age of consent is arbitrary, please gtfo. (also please please put your age in your bio if you're going to interact with me)

My old blog is @decadentbouquetoflillies. I’ll probably keep updating it. i just want this one for more customization, and to try to not get flagged again.. we’ll see. But if i really want to post something risque, it’ll be on there.

Terfs, swerfs, racists, homophobes, transphobes, haters of pronouns in bios, and chasers, please dni. i'm an anti-capitalist, progressive, intersectional sex positivite feminist, gender abolitionist, and i will annoy you greatly.

Second, my posts range from innocent, amazing, wonderful romantic things, to harder kinks such as somno, and cnc. If those things can be triggering to you, please block me cause i don't always tag my posts. Mostly due to tumblr nuking any post that has useful tags such as those... sigh. If there's anything else anyone thinks i should add to that list, please let me know.

Third, i'm trans, but please please pretty fucking please don't sexualize me in that way. Chasers, i'm talking to you. i'm not a hentai character, and i have awful bottom dysphoria. This is also a super limit for me in general. Right now my brain can't handle being touched, or even thinking about being touched anywhere below the waist. i just shut down and feel horrible.

Fourth, feel free to ask me anything! As long as you follow rules one and three. i'm even fine talking about trans stuff, as long as it's educational, and not sexual. i've had to debate my existence my whole life, so i've been come quite knowledgeable about the topic. Most other trans people don't want to answer questions, (which is fine. it's not their job to, and they shouldn't be expected to) but i enjoy it, so ask away. My asks and DMs are open, and i enjoy being flirty, just as long as it doesn't become too sexual.

With that out of the way, some about me:

i'm a 22 y/o pan girl living in the US just outside of Salt Lake City. Pronouns are she/her. i play a lot of video games.. like a lot of video games, and i love love love music. i play the piano, and i have awful trust issues with myself and other people, so i'm keeping myself single for now.

understand that nearly all of the things i post about require a large amount of trust before i'm okay doing them, or even talk about specifically doing them for you. Talk to me like a person before you ask me to do awful horrible things for you please ☺️

my kinks include and may or may not be featured on my blog:

big big oral fixation

Denial (4 years bb)

cnc

tpe

somno

knife play

i just hate decisions tbh, so anything that takes that from me

and i really like being good

(some) degradation

(some) praise

very machoistic

bondage

tbh, just anything that makes other people happy at my expense

and makes it so i don't have to think

(some) pet play. i like collars, some cages, and leashes in some contexts.. uhh yeah..

i don't have a lot of experience exploring kinks, i just know the things i definitely wanna try.

Hard Limits:

Age play (i'll call you mommy/daddy if you reeeeeeeeeally want me to, and only if i really really like you, but that's as far as it goes)

anything related to rule 4

tickling

nothing below the waist. nothing below the waist. NOTHING BELOW THE WAIST.

detransition

degradation related to appearance

food control? (this might be a soft limit, i just have a history of eating disorders so it would have to be done with great care)

beastiality

scat

RP (idk why it's so hard for me but every time i try in even vanilla settings i have mental breakdowns. i literally cannot find an explanation as to why)

and i'm sure there are other things buuut, eh, i'm lazy.

Everything i write, i try to keep as gender neutral as possible, because i really don’t believe the way people physically present matters at all, and i literally don’t care. i just wanna kiss everyone, but also no one at the same time, so hopefully my blog will be inclusive to everyone! Though reblogs are a different story

anything with me or about me will be tagged #me and or #personal. You will find many dog pictures in those tags. (some) of my posts will be tagged #mine when i'm not lazy about it. Other than that, this blog is mostly just a diary i use to cope. Nothing less and nothing more. :)

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Tattooed Heart [Spencer Reid x fem! Reader]

Find my masterlist here. Requests are Open.

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Requested: Yes l No

Request: from Anon - “Hi! I saw the request you got on your second blog and it got me thinking. Can you write something about reader having a lot of tattoos and spencer thinks she’s a “bad girl” (not that tattoos make you bad but you know... stigma) and that she’ll never want him (maybe early seasons Spence?) and is in literal shock when she asks him out? I just want tattoo representation in fics"

A/N: I couldn't WAIT to write this. As a woman with quite a lot of tattoos this was very inspiring to me. Because there is still stigma surrounding tattoo's, I always get looked at a certain way and people always make assumptions about me due to my tattoos. I loved the idea of Spencer being so into a heavily tattooed female!

CW: vague hints at masturbation (male) other than that just a little pervy Spencer but not too much. Talk of insecurities and being looked at differently because of tattoos.

Plot: Once Spencer notices your tattoos, he can't stop thinking about them. But surely a "bad girl" wouldn't be interested in a guy like him?

Part Two | Part Three

WC: 1K

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From the moment you walked into the BAU on your first day, Spencer knew there was something different about you. He didn’t know what it was, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

It wasn’t until a few months into you joining the team and a case took you to Arizona in the middle of summer that he realised what it was.

He met you at the crime scene way out in the desert and you’d rid your usual blazer, opting for a much more weather appropriate tank top.

You caught him staring at you as you exited the car, pulling your latex gloves on.

“How long has she been dead?�� you asked him, trying not to make eye contact with him.

“Uh…” he swallowed. “She uh…”

You sighed, looking back at him to see his eyes raking over your bare arms.

“Stare much?” you put one hand on your hip and raised your eyebrow at him. “Yes Spencer, I have tattoos.”

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the beautiful and intricate body art that adorned your body. You had two full sleeves, from your wrists, stretching up to your collarbones and he could just about make out one peeking out from between your breasts.

“Spencer!” you scalded him as his eyes dipped to your chest.

His eyes shot back up to meet yours, his embarrassment written all over his face. He nervously played with his glasses.

“Uh...sorry.” he chewed his lip. “I uh...I just…”

“When was her time of death?” you asked again, trying to pull his mind back to the case.

It wasn’t the first time you had been looked at in that way. For the most part you tried to keep your tattoos covered at work because there was still a stigma attached to being a tattooed woman, especially in a government job.

People always make assumptions about you and you could tell by the look on Spencer’s face that he was doing just that.

***

Spencer couldn’t get the sight of your decorated skin out of his mind. He didn’t think tattoos were something he would find attractive but seeing them on you had awoken something in him.

They were so delicate and artistic and Spencer wanted to trace his fingers over every single one of them. He wanted to kiss every inch of your inked skin.

The thought of this made him hard beyond belief. Sitting in his motel room later that night he was straining against his slacks as he closed his eyes and pictured your artwork, specifically the one between your breasts he hadn’t gotten the chance to see properly.

Did you have more under your clothes? What else would await him beneath layers of fabric? Maybe your ribs were decorated, your thighs too. God he wanted to find out more than anything else in the world.

But there was no chance of that. You were clearly a bad girl, and bad girls were not interested in Spencer Reid.

He was the perfect depiction of the nice guy. He was awkward and a little dorky with his thick rimmed glasses, parted hair and penchant for ties, sweater vests and pressed slacks.

There was no possible way a woman like you would ever be interested in a man like him.

So knowing never stood a chance with you, he freed his aching member from his slacks and wrapped his hand around his shaft.

He closed his eyes and pictured your glorious body and its stunning artwork as he stroked himself.

It didn’t take long at all for him to reach his climax.

***

Months passed and Spencer kept his desires for you to himself. Every time he caught a glimpse of your tattooed flesh he would add it to his sordid box of images for when he was alone later.

It was coming up a year since you joined the team when the whole team was on a night out. It was a warm night and you showed up to the bar wearing a sundress that showed off your arms and the full extent of the tattoo between your breasts.

It also gave Spencer a glimpse at the tattoos that adorned your calves and thighs.

It drove him wild. And clearly he wasn’t subtle about it because about half way through the night, you sidled up close to him while he was getting a drink.

“You’ve been staring at me all night.” you raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you have a problem with my tattoos?”

“W-what?” he stuttered, staring wide eyed at you. “Far from it, actually.” he chewed his lip, his cheeks turning red.

“Oh.” your own eyes widened. “Oh.”

So that was what this was. Spencer wasn’t disgusted by your tattoos, he was attracted to them.

“In that case,” you stepped closer to him hearing his breath hitch. You placed a hand on his chest and smirked mischievously at him. “Why don’t you take me out to dinner and maybe I’ll let you see the other ones I keep hidden.”

“Ot-others.” he swallowed, his pants tightening.

“Oh yes Spencer.” you let your hand trail to his tie and you toyed with it between your fingers. “There’s a lot more you haven’t seen yet. But play your cards right and you just might.”

Spencer couldn’t talk, he could barely breathe. He just nodded dumbly at you.

“Now I’m going to let you watch me walk away. Pay close attention to the backs of my thighs.” You winked at him before turning your back on him.

He watched you walk away and as your thighs met as you walked he saw it.

Half a heart on each thigh. When brought together, they made a whole.

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wwilloww · 3 years

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restless sleep | myg

PAIRING yoongi x reader

RATING explicit. 18+

GENRE smut. fluff. established relationship. sleeping beauty!au.

WC 4.5k

SUMMARY When one of you is always asleep, spending quality time together becomes easier to do in dreamworld, especially when you’re clear with Yoongi exactly what it is you’ve been fantasizing about.

WARNINGS AND TAGS explicit conversation about somnophilia and consent. consensual somnophilia. fingering. mouth fucking. grinding. dirty talk. unprotected sex within an established relationship. creampie. cum play.

AN Please read the warnings and tags before diving into this piece! If it doesn’t toot your horn, don’t worry! And a little reminder: this blog is a space of sexual exploration into consent and kink in my own life and that this piece is a part of that, although in a different direction than I’ve gone before. With that in mind, I ask that you be respectful of this new exploration. Thanks!

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restless sleep

It’s been so long since you’d been to the ocean. You missed the sea breeze, that familiar and spiteful twang to the air. You missed the ocean, lapping at the tops of your feet as you walk for hours. You missed wandering into the gentle swells of the waves on impulse until the water reached your collarbone. You would only stop your walk into the ocean when you were far enough out that you could hear the breakers crashing behind you. And then you would just stand there — or float, if it were deep enough — and let the rocking rhythm of the ocean moving towards the shore roll through you.

The best part would be that as you fell asleep that night in some hostel bed or in the warm cocoon of a hammock, as sleep began to lap at your consciousness, your body would remember the rocking. The push and pull of water around you. Completely dry, you were surrounded by the water, the careful, pulsating embrace of the sea.

Yoongi promised he would take you.

“Soon, I promise, soon,” he would tell you, gripping your hand and smiling at you after you told him about another dream about the coast. When Yoongi made a promise, it was going to be kept.

But there were things to be done first. After your marriage, life exploded with expectation, with responsibility. Even as you settled into the gentle sway of life in your new home, there were obligations that kept you tied here.

So, in dreams, you chased the ocean. Hunted down the salted air, the sand between your toes, and the feeling of being wrapped up in something so much larger than you.

“What if I told you I wanted you to be able to do… anything to me.”

Yoongi lowers the book he’s been reading, looking up at you over the thick spine. You stand at the foot of the bed, wearing one of your softest, largest shirts. You often wore something like this to bed, only to shuck it off over your head the moment Yoongi’s hands came to rest on your waist.

His brow presses for a moment, mouth opening in that cute little gape.

“What — You don’t mean anything, do you?”

You laugh and plop onto the bed, crawling towards him. Why does it have to be so goddamn big? You think, eager to be in his lap.

Despite being a deep sleeper, you were also a restless sleeper and the reason why Yoongi had invested in such a large fucking bed.

A large fucking bed, he chuckled to himself.

Not only were you wild in bed, you were wild in bed, often switching positions at least six or seven times during the night. It was a frequent occurrence to find you half slumped off the end of the mattress, ass in the air, as if you attempted, failed, and collapsed in the middle of trying to climb into bed. Yoongi often woke to find you starfished across the blankets, a leg thrown across his abdomen and three fingers shoved into his mouth. If he wasn’t such a deep sleeper himself, if he wasn’t so fucking in love with you, he might be annoyed by it. So he just bought a bigger bed and made sure to thoroughly wear you out before you fell asleep. You were happy to oblige with his exercise suggestions, especially when they involved rope, roleplay, or pushing the boundaries of your desire for each other. With Yoongi, it was always safe to explore.

Finally settled in his lap, you take the book out of his hands and toss it towards the nightstand. You reach out for the thick lock of hair that has fallen into his eyes and brush it back, smoothing out the press of his forehead. He softens beneath your touch.

“When I say anything — I mean anything.” Your lips purse for a second, thinking about how to say the next thing. “There’s something that thrills me about the idea that I’m yours, entirely. That I’m here, for you, for every single one of your needs and wants and—” you smirk on the last word, “ — desires.”

“Surely you can’t mean anything.”

“Consider this my blanket consent statement.”

“So if I insisted on cooking dinner every night of the week? You would just let me?”

You frown. “I’ve just offered you a blanket consent statement and your first instinct is to take on more of the household duties?” He chuckles.

“Well, then. That and…” Yoongi shifts you in his lap and you gasp. He’s still wearing his jeans, but you can feel the press of his hard cock through the fabric against your bare pussy. “What if during those dinners, I asked you to crawl under the table, onto your knees. Take my cock out of my pants and suck me dry.”

“I’d happily oblige you,” you say, your voice wavering a little as you press your clit against the rough fabric, seeking any kind of friction to ease the quickly rising ache in your cunt.

“If we were out swimming in the lake and I wanted you there and then.”

“Then you’d have me, there and then.”

His voice drops, becoming quieter, darker, as his hands dip to your waist, underneath the shirt. “If I wanted to tie you up, spread wide and willing in the front room for everyone to see, and fuck orgasms out of you until you couldn’t cum anymore.”

“I know,” you say, brushing your lips against his. “that you’re actively trying to dissuade me of my desire, but instead you’re only convincing me that this was absolutely the right thing to bring up. See?” You take his hand and, lifting the fabric of your shirt, bring it beneath. You guide his hand to the apex of your legs to where wetness has gathered and is now dripping.

“You’re—”

“Not wearing anything beneath this. Do you see how willing I am to be anything for you, my love? To be fucked by you? Used by you?” You let your lips trace the angle of his jaw towards his ear. “To be your pretty little sex toy?”

His breath hitches in his throat.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll drop it. I won’t bring it up again,” you whisper.

“That’s not it. Not it, not one bit.”

His eyes glimmer with mischief.

“Then where is your hesitation?”

“Just contemplating when and where to begin.”

“What would you say if I told you I wanted you to fuck me while I was sleeping?”

In a moment, Yoongi has flipped you so that you’re beneath him now. Your breath rushes out of you as your back lands on the mattress. He crawls up your torso, an animalistic fire glinting in his eyes. He takes the hem of your shirt between his teeth, guiding it up your chest until your breasts are exposed to him.

“I’d say that sounds like an excellent idea.” He continues to move up ever so slowly until he’s face to face with you. In one swift movement, you feel his clothed erection press up against your cunt and you gasp. “Tell me more. Exactly how do you imagine me fucking you?”

“Good—” You gasp as he presses his hips to yours, your hand automatically reaching for his arm for grounding as pleasure shoots through you. “I imagine you fucking me good.”

Yoongi chuckles.

“Don’t I always?”

“Y-yes.”

“I need you to be more specific. When can I fuck you?”

“Anytime,” you say. “You can fuck me whenever. Whenever you want.”

His nose traces up your neck until his teeth latch onto your earlobe.

“You sure?”

“Y-yes.”

“And how can I fuck you?”

“Literally—” Your hands wrap around his neck, pressing him to you as he kisses and nips at the sensitive skin on your neck. “--however you’d like. I don’t think you—” You gasp as his hand drifts down to your center, two fingers sliding through your folds. But you grit your teeth and keep going. “--you understand what a blanket consent statement entails.”

He pulls back just enough for you to see the determination in his eyes.

“Oh, I do, my love. I just want to hear from you exactly how you imagine this little fantasy playing out.” As he slips a finger inside you, you bite down on your lip. “So tell me. Tell me about this fantasy of yours.”

You struggle to keep your breath under control as he begins pushing his fingers deep into you. He is still wearing his rings — just the way you liked it — and the shocking contrast of the warmth of his body and the cool metal of the jewelry slipping inside you always had you gasping.

“I want you—” You squeeze your eyes shut as he curls his fingers against your g-spot. “I want you to fuck me in whatever way comes to mind.” Another press, another gasp. “Want you to take what you need. Whatever thought crosses your mind—” He slides a third finger into you. Begins pumping in and out as he watches your face and drinks in every flicker of pleasure. “Wanna be your fuck toy.”

“And what else do you want?”

“Wanna wake up with your cum inside me.”

Sleep feels like a fucking boulder, resting on Yoongi’s chest. Crawling out from underneath it is painful. Difficult, even. If he wakes in the middle of the night, it’s with squinting eyes and a bit of an ache in his limbs.

But tonight when he wakes, his chest heaves, his breath coming quickly. He blinks as the wisps of his dream seem to linger around his mind, both intangible and utterly drowning:

Your fingers, wrapped around his throat, pressing so lightly. You smiled down onto him, that smile he couldn’t erase from his mind’s eye. Was it the pressure on his artery or the delight in your gaze that made his head dizzy?

He sucks in a deep breath, feeling his cock twitch against his stomach.

Fuck.

A light snore echoes from the other side of the bed.

You’re stretched out on the pillow next to him. No matter where he slept on your extra large bed, you always seemed to gravitate towards his presence. Tonight, your hand is reached out towards him, fingers wrapped lightly around his bicep.

Your face half pressed into the pillow, your cheek rounded and reflecting the lightest stream of moonlight.

Your lips, pressed so sweetly together, he could imagine himself slipping inside, feeling the warmth of your tongue lapping over him, the divine heat of your mouth sucking him dry—

His eyes shoot open.

The last time you two had tried this — fulfilling your little fantasy — you had been so excited that you woke up as soon as his dick touched you. It had ended in all of your sheets stripped from the bed and your head and one arm draped off the end of the mattress as you both panted like you’d just run a marathon without any training. It was good. Sex with you was always good. But it hadn’t been what you wanted.

Looking over you now, you’re dead asleep. With the ghost of a smirk playing against his lips, he pulls himself up to sitting and comes to kneel by your head.

You look so serene while sleeping, he almost doesn’t want to disturb you. But as your lips part and you take a long, deep breath, his dick twitches against his stomach and he realizes: He wants this just as much as you do.

Wrapping his ring-clad fingers around the base of his cock, he gave himself a slow stroke up and down the length, stroking from half hard to a little more than half hard. Carefully, he presses the tip to your lips. They part without him pushing.

Your tongue flicks out, licking up the bead of precum that glimmers at the tip. You hum sleepily in delight. While you were a restless and responsive sleeper, you were also a notoriously deep sleeper. Yoongi pushes the head of his cock into your mouth, your jaw widening, your tongue flattening instinctively at the intrusion.

You purse your lips and suckle softly at the tip of his cock and Yoongi can't help the hiss that leaves his mouth.

"Even asleep," he whispers, "You're such a good little pet for me." He reaches for you, smoothing the hair out of your eyes and coming to grip your head tenderly.

Ever so gently, he presses further into you, feeling the warm and wet heat of your mouth envelop him. He doesn't go too far though. He's not interested in gagging you awake with his cock. He'd much rather watch your eyes flutter open, mid orgasm. Fighting the urge to throat-fuck you - because that is always the urge with you - he strokes in and out of your warm and waiting mouth with deliberation, using his grip on your head to maneuver you to his whim. With each pull, his cock gets a little bit harder.

When he's fully hard, he slips out of your mouth with a slight pop.

In your sleep, your brow furrows and you sleepily reach out for him, fingers tracing over the now-unoccupied pillow. If a sleeping person could look disgruntled, you're the perfect image of it.

"Don't worry, baby," he murmurs. "I'll give you exactly what you want."

Yoongi moves the thin sheet aside and you mumble a little as the cool air of the room sweeps over your skin, raising goosebumps to the surface. Beneath it, you're the image of perfection. Every curve, every roll, every little mark and bump and detail you might have found issue with radiates with the mark of perfection: the mark of you. Tonight, your rambunctious sonambulations have brought you into a strange but oddly convenient position. Belly down, face half pressed into the pillow, knee pulled up to your side. The position adds a slight curve to your lower back and accentuates the round hill of your ass.

"Perfect," Yoongi whispers, pressing a hand to your lower back before letting his fingers spread wide, letting his hand cup the rounded swell of your ass, watching the way your flesh moulds to his touch.

Hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he glides the head of it through your sopping folds. A small sound of satisfaction slips from you as he presses against your clit, and you adjust in your sleep, pushing your ass up even further for him, already pushing towards the pleasure building in your lower abdomen. With a bit more bravado, Yoongi pushes more of his length through your lips, gathering the moisture there to coat himself thoroughly.

There’s a part of him that just wants to go like this, rutting slowly against your ass until he cums, spilling himself into the small of your back. But you had been specific in what you wanted — and, after all, who was he to deny you?

He notches the head of his cock against your entrance and after a deep breath, begins to push inside. A shaky breath racks through him as the tight walls of your cunt wrap around him, drawing him in, drawing him closer. He slides a hand up your spine, tracing your body as he continues to push inside you, working his cock into you inch by inch.

Finally seated fully within you, he lets out a quick breath, a laugh almost. You, wrapped around him, is as incredible as ever. Warm. Tight. Wet.

Slowly, he begins to move, pulling in and out, watching the way his cock emerges from your cunt coated in your arousal, watching the way your ass jiggles just enough when he slides in all the way. Your body accepts him, tightens around him, sparks him with pleasure. Your breath stutters as he sets a pace.

“Mm,” you murmur. “Yoongi.”

He pauses for a moment, gaging whether you are awake or not. But your eyes stay shut and your limbs stay leaden.

Are you dreaming of him? he wonders. With his cock buried inside you, will you notice the warmth that spreads through your abdomen? Are you dreaming about him fucking you, taking his pleasure — or are you somewhere else entirely, your body responding in tandem to his actions?

For him, the answers to the same questions cut like clear and cold water through his mind. Pleasure, rearing her head in his consciousness.

He wants to touch you.

He pulls out of you and you whine at the loss of contact, hand drifting through the sheets around you in search of him, coming up empty. But his touch isn’t quickly lost — his hands grip your hips, turning you gently and slowly until you’re laid out for him on your back. You smack your lips sleepy, a sloppy hand coming to brush the hair in your face. When he crawls over you, he settles his weight just enough on top of you that his presence drifts down through layers of dream, layers of sleep and into your sense of presence.

He fits right where he’s supposed to. On top of you, surrounding you, within you. He was there in your dreams too, sitting beside you in some kind of strange and foreign garden, speaking softly and in words you know but don’t understand. You’re drawn up through the dream, greens and pinks shifting into the deep purple of the room, the dark red of the pleasure burning low and hot in your abdomen. Dream, mid-sleep, waking: through it all there is one constant.

Yoongi.

Your eyes flutter open, splitting from the warmth of your mind to the blanketing darkness of the bedroom. He watches.

“Sh, baby,” he murmurs, brushing the hair off of your face. “Relax. You can go back to sleep.”

“Closer,” you mumble, the word half spoken. Your arm wrapping weakly around his back.

He chuckles, pressing his cock against your belly once more, grinding into you with the lightest of pressure. He’s hard. Painfully hard.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he whispers in your ear. “Fill you up with my cum.”

You hum, fingers slowly spreading down his arm. “Good boy.”

He’s not sure if it’s supposed to be deriding or complimentary or what, because a yawn is already spreading across your face, eyes fluttering closed shut again. Whatever you meant, it comes out sweet. Contented.

He lets his hands run over you, tracing the dip of your waist up towards your chest, hands skirting the swell of your breasts before taking them beneath his palm, kneading them softly and slowly. You sigh into his touch. This, getting to look at you, laid out beneath him, sleepy and still — it’s something else entirely. It is the act alone, an indulgence, a new way of looking at you. Getting to take you in completely and without boundary.

For the second time of the night — or early morning — Yoongi grips his cock and begins to ease slowly inside you. He grips your hip for leverage as he pushes inside, maneuvering your body to his will. Your walls part willingly for him and he slips easily within you. Laid attop you, it feels as if he is notched against you, within you, like a puzzle piece. There’s no way he could go any deeper, reach any further into you. When he begins to move, hips pumping at a dangerously slow pace he chokes a little at the pleasure of it all.

You’re entirely still beneath him as he fucks into you — and quiet too, beside a couple of hums and sighs that slip from your lips when he hits a particularly sensitive spot.

Sleep and wake are entirely blurred at this point. You hang suspended between the boundless embrace of dream and the guiding touch of the physical world. It feels like the sea, that rocking pleasure that rolls through you, tide taking you where it will. The pleasure, though partially in the movement of him against you, is in the letting go. The release as the current carries you to an unnamable location.

Body pressed against yours, his hips rocking in and out of you at an instinctual pace. His breath begins to build in his throat, a quick pant.

“Fuck,” he grunts as the walls of your cunt pulse around him. He holds his voice back, and the word barely brushes against you.

You stay silent — somewhere between sleep and presence — and the worry that he’ll wake you has entirely slipped from his mind. Beneath him, you are you, vessel of his love, his affection, as well as the means of the pleasure that you draw from him over and over and over again. The combination swirls dangerously in his mind, love, lust, animalistic desire combining in a heady mix until he’s not sure which way is up. All there is is you, your body, the pleasure of it all.

Your eyes don’t open again as he fucks you. He lets his desire set the pace — agonizingly slow in one moment — then pounding into you, chasing the reeling sensation in his gut in another. Is this what it is to let himself go too? To release himself to the limits of his own want?

“Do you feel me?” he whispers softly, quiet enough that he knows you won’t hear it — at least not in a waking sense — as he continues to rock against you, his cock reaching deeper and deeper into your tight warmth. He imagines that his words, that the deep gravel of his voice, will drift down through the layers of sleep and into your mind nonetheless. And they do, settling into you with a warm thrill. You reach for him, want him closer, want him deeper, want him to sink into every cell of you. Your hand smooths against his back, dropping lower to the small of his back.

“Can you feel me inside you, filling you, taking you—” The words are more of a grunt now, him forcing the sounds over his tongue, holding back the fire that burns in his abdomen just enough to linger on the edge of the drop. “Do you feel how good you feel around me? Do you know what you do to me—What you make me into?”

His breath comes in pants, the sharpness flickering across your skin like the flame of a candle. He continues to grind his cock into you, pressing his body as tightly to yours as he can.

“Do you know how good you are for me? Letting me use you like this? Letting me fuck you and fill you up?”

He grunts as your cunt clenches around him. Each thrust pushes you deeper into the mattress, his hips now ramming into you with power and desire.

“Fuck—” he hisses. “If only you knew—”

Your hips press into his changing the angle just enough that your cunt clenches even tighter around him. Your eyes flutter open, sleepily locking on his in the darkness of the room. His gaze burns against yours, a desire set free within his expression that you haven’t seen before. Through the haze of sleep you hear it:

“Come for me. Come around my cock. Come while I fill you up.”

You gasp as your orgasm rushes through you. Back arched, mouth pressed into a perfect o, sleep-ridden limbs wrapping around Yoongi, pulling him impossibly close.

He grunts as his pace quickens, pounding into you, stuttering as he reaches the final edge. His head falls against your shoulder, hips still rocking against yours as he bites and nips at your neck. Finally, he presses his hips into yours, stilling with a groan as he spills within you, cock twitching and spurting.

Your combined breaths shudder against one another as you slip down from the heights of your orgasm.

When he pulls himself from you, you whine, again, reaching for him. He watches for a moment as his cum begins to seep from your still clenching cunt, mouth watering at the sight. You begin to squirm a bit, still distressed from the loss of contact.

“Sh,” Yoongi murmurs, settling between your legs. “Sleep now.”

Your fingers trail down your stomach, coming to wake enough to feel the soft hush of bliss that radiates through your body and the stickiness that is coming to spill onto your thighs.

“Leave it inside,” he says, his hand coming down on top of yours to still your actions. “I want to see it drip from you.”

You hum in understanding as he lays his head down on your thigh, watching as his cum begins to spill out of you. His cock twitches at the sight. You, filled and marked by him. The thought quickens his breath, stirs the once-satiated ache once again. He chuckles at the thought. Filling you again and again until he’s entirely spent.

He watches the flow of the white liquid ease out of your spent cunt.

“Squeeze for me,” he whispers, and you oblige him, your instinct to please strong even when half-conscious. As you clench and even more cum leaks from your cunt. It slows, but only for a moment before he’s gently pushing two fingers inside you again, to see how much will spill from you. Then, he presses his mouth to your lips, licking a broad stripe up, collecting the taste of you and him mingling on his tongue before swallowing, his adam’s apple bobbing. He looks up at you, your chest rising slowly and steadily as you drift towards sleep. He lowers his head. Again, and again he licks at your cunt, until any trace of his own cum has disappeared.

If it could, your cunt would be gleaming with how thoroughly he’s cleaned you up. As he smiles at his handiwork, he realizes he’s entirely hard again.

A couple minutes of rest, he thinks. Then, he’ll fill you up again, leaving you to find another load of his cum dripping from your thighs as you wake, just as you had begged him to.

Sleep is already sneaking up on you, the tendrils of dream and of darkness seeping like salt water into your mind as you settle into the comfort of Yoongi’s body wrapped around yours, holding you safe and tight. You grumble happily as he pulls your body tight to his, so that you are both laid on your sides, your ass notched perfectly against his cock.

With stillness, you fall back into the dream of the garden. As warmth spreads through your body, the ground fills slowly and steadily with water, consuming everything in its wake. Together with Yoongi, his body pressed to your back, you watch with a calm and steady heart as the world around you turns into an ocean.

For once, you don’t stir once until morning, until the sky warms to a deep purple, streaked with the low burn of dawn.

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Washed Away pt. 4

Title // Washed Away pt. 4

Pairing // Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings // Baby swears but you know what, this is a cute chapter.

Summary // Who knew hanging out with Buck and Christopher for a day would lead to a life or death situation?

Word Count // 1.6k

Prompt // Hi! Can i request a fic where you were with Buck & Christopher when the tsunami hit? They could be dating or crushing on each other. If nothing comes to mind, then it’s completely fine to ignore this request! Have a nice day!’

Author’s Note // This is Part 4 of the Washed Away series. || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Tagged List // @aprildecker-blog @coffeewithoutcaffeine @daddysfavoritesexkitten @chenfordlove @comeasyoudar @carnationworld // If you want to be added or removed from the tagged list, please drop a note.

The pier. A carnival. Maybe even a first date. A tsunami. You don’t even remember what happened after that. Your adrenaline was pumping hard and fast as you raced to console Buck, who was screaming Christopher’s name over and over again. You were afraid he would rip his vocal cords if he kept that up.

The water had receded enough for you and Buck to climb off the firetruck. What was left was a flooded road that was up to your waist, but it was much more manageable compared to before.

Together, the two of you flagged down whoever you could and asked people if they had seen Christopher. Buck described the little boy, and you held onto the last shred of hope that you could, but no one saw him. Or maybe no one wanted to see him.

Given the circumstances and what happened, you were fearing the worse.

Your arm looped around Buck’s and he didn’t pull away. If anything, he needed it. He seemed so exhausted, so defeated. It was such a contrast from the happy-go-lucky guy hours earlier. This seemed like an entirely different Buck, and you shouldn’t be thinking it, but you were grateful to see more sides to him. It showed you what kind of person he really was, and if anything, Buck was truly a hero. You believed that now more than ever. He just needed to be reminded occasionally.

The two of you walked down the flooded street, looking for any sign of anything. People seemed to be finding their way, gathering their bearings, and just trying to survive. There didn’t appear to be any luck, until…

“Hey, there’s a kid under here!”

Someone shouted from across the watery road. Buck spun around so fast; you were slightly afraid he would get whiplash. He grabbed your hand, pulling you to the wreckage.

The two of you, along with a few other people, removed a heavy metal liquor sign, the ones that hang on the sides of buildings with the arrow pointing to the entrance, off a person who was trapped in the middle of the debris.

Buck was holding his breath. For a moment, there was a gleam of hope, a flash of relief.

And then it was gone.

It wasn’t Christopher at all. The kid was a girl, a teen maybe, and she was sobbing for help. A woman grabbed her arm and supported her, and the two sauntered off wherever.

Buck stopped them quickly. “Hey hey excuse me, I’m looking for an eight-year-old boy.”

“Yeah, yeah I think I saw him. He was headed over to that cupcakery place up the way. They are handing out water,” a surfer-looking dude in a wetsuit chimed in, and once again, the spark of hope exploded in Buck’s eyes.

Your shred of hope was dwindling to a thread, mere fibers, after the ordeal you and Buck had. You were trying to keep hope like Buck was, but it was hard. Every single piece of help was leading to a dead end and you did not like the idea of sticking around if the worse news actually became a reality.

Does that make you a bad person? If you didn’t hear it, it wouldn’t be true, right? Perhaps you could hold onto that mantra for a little bit. Maybe some of Buck’s hope will wash over to you. You sure could use some right now.

“Thank you,” Buck said, and he grabbed your hand. The two of you sprinted in the direction where someone thought they saw Christopher, but your sprints quickly slowed to a walk since treading in water wasn’t exactly a cakewalk.

You were silent. You must’ve been for some time because eventually Buck spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” Buck told you. It was in a whisper and you strained your neck trying to hear him over the gushing liquid around you.

“For what?” you asked. There was nothing he could possibly be sorry for. None of this was his fault. Literally, this is just some freak accident that no one could have predicted.

“This wasn’t how I wanted our first date to go,” Buck was avoiding your eyes, like he was still looking for Christopher in the flood. In all fairness, you weren’t looking at him either.

Maybe you didn’t respond quick enough, or maybe the sudden silence wasn’t what Buck wanted to hear, because the ex-firefighter continued to speak, a little louder this time, and you heard him perfectly.

“Eddie needed someone to watch Christopher and I’m practically Uncle Buck, so I accepted, but I really did kind of wish it was just me and you. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christopher, and I love hanging out with him but I kind of wanted to hang out with you. Just you. Trust me, if it were just me and you, it’d be a memorable first date,” Buck said as his head hung low.

He wiped the sweat off his brow with his free hand, although the hand that was holding yours loosened its grip against your fingers, like he expected you to suddenly pull away from him.

You didn’t and you squeezed your hand to reassure him. “I don’t know,” you said with a little smile, “as far as first dates go, I feel like this is pretty memorable.”

That seemed to put a spring in his step, and he smiled too. He glanced over at you, nudging you with his impressively muscular arm. “I hope you’re not just saying that to make me feel better.”

You teetered slightly to the side to avoid a washed-up car, allowing your body to press next to his for a second. Honestly, it felt good. Maybe you just craved a human touch and the handholding wasn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe your feelings ran deeper for Evan Buckley than you thought. Whatever the case, you knew it wasn’t the moment you wanted, so you weren’t disappointed by the sudden confliction of feelings.

“No,” you said, shaking your head. Your hair was practically dry at this point, although rough and tangled from the seawater. “I was hoping you’d ask me out. I wasn’t expecting Christopher to join us, but I like the kid.”

It was true. With Christopher’s medical problems, you got to know him very well, since you were the nurse at his school. Eddie made sure to contact you once a week, at least, just to check on his son and make sure everything was okay. You got to know the Diaz family, and that included Uncle Buck. Your life changed for the absolute better the moment Christopher walked into it. It was that boy and the family he had that provided you with something spectacular. You were holding the hand of that spectacular thing right now as the two of you walked down a flooded street.

“You like me more though, right?” Buck had a bit of a snarky smile now. That made you feel a lot better. Perhaps this conversation is distracting him from everything going on. You both could use the distraction. Plus, both of you haven’t talked to each other properly all day. Christopher was always right there.

“It’s kind of hard to not like someone that saves your life,” you shrugged it off, toying with him a little. Was it sort of wrong to tease him when the two of you were looking for Christopher? Then again, maybe that was what you both needed right now. Again, distractions can be necessary.

“Oh, that’s right. So basically, that sort of means you’re in my debt now, right?” Buck asked as he looked over at you. There was that damn gleam in his eyes. He was teasing you back and hell, he was enjoying it too.

“Let’s not get carried away with the specifics,” you answered, only to hear Buck emit a small laugh. It was good to hear him laugh again. It was good to see him smile. The cupcakery was miles down the road, the two of you had a while, and the distracted conversation was most welcomed.

“I like the specifics,” the ex-firefighter retorted. You could feel his thumb grazing the back of your hand.

“Okay fine, I’m in your debt. How in the world could I possibly pay you for saving my precious life?” you threw out your best acting skills, which were not that great to begin with, and the laugh lines around Buck’s eyes became more prominent. Your knight in shining armor was actually enjoying this.

“See, that’s all I want, a little bit of gratitude.”

“Dear Mr. Buckley, I am so incredibly grateful that you saved my ass during a freak disaster,” you began to really get into this fake acting thing, but Buck saw right through you.

He splashed you and you laughed, clinging onto him just a little bit tighter.

It was needed. After the ordeal that you two had, this was definitely needed. You didn’t know what lied ahead at the cupcake bakery a few miles down the road, and you were mentally exhausted trying to play every scenario out in your head.

During your trek, there was no one else that needed saving. Buck didn’t run into the face of danger. Instead, he was by your side, holding your hand, as you both waded slowly through the water. Occasionally you stepped on things that you did not want to know what they were, but he was there and calmed you down through it.

The sun was setting. The two of you kept walking. Maybe, just maybe, you two can save Christopher.

And maybe each other.

#evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley x you #Buck #buck x reader #buck x you #9-1-1 #9-1-1 on fox #9-1-1 fic #oliver stark

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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How about some yandere!giant headcannons please?

(Yes I took the lazy route when drawing this, and if you see people you don't recognize it's because I decided to put my friends in it-)

(( I also had drawn Mikudayo and Miko because I just thought it was funny to make them considering the time I had mistaken them for each other-))

TW/tags: gender neutral reader // I'm gonna make the giant male because you didn't really say giantess? So I'm assuming it's male/gender neutral pronouns // being treated like a doll/pet // kidnapping // language barrier cause I'm yearning- // very generic giant story // delusional thinking // slight stockholm syndrome

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Don't even ask me, y'all read about eldritch creatures so a giant is literally no big deal- [Yandere!Giant x Reader - Headcanon]:

Oh dear, oh goodie, oh Lord-

Does anyone need a bit of context? Maybe a little storyline to start with? I could just go straight to the good stuff though??

Listen- I could pull out so many mother fucking posts under the category of Yandere Giants- Almost all Eldritch content in my blog involves the height difference of: vewy tol x vewy smol UwU

Anyway- Malos, the giant of our story. I'm going to go very generically since I didn't want to say something that could possibly not be of your taste boo-

Malos is your classic troublemaking giant, the type of which you would hear about in fairy tales created to scare the human folk all around your kingdom. All those stories talked about the world beyond the clouds, the giant's kingdom, living their lives in wealth, very far from the ground below where humans (their "favorite delicacy", allegedly) lived.

The one thing that all those stories shared in common was the violent behavior of the tyrants above, their arrogant and greedy nature mixed with the horrifying sightings of giants who would somehow find their way to get on land, specifically targeting a small town to torment. Many have said to have faced a big beast walking around in the woods, some would claim that they actually fought a giant or two, although there is no way to confirm such bold claims of being true.

Were you a common townsfolk who got themselves too far into the woods? An adventurer finding their way into a town surrounded by mystery? Or were you perhaps a noble who by terrible misfortune, had their carriage be stuck during a heavy storm in the dark of night?

It doesn't really matter which one you choose, considering that what happens next would be inevitable. You get lost at the dead of night, the townsfolk not even being able to comprehend how someone can simply disappear like this. You would wake up at a place you couldn't even begin to recognize, it was a very well decorated room yet none of it felt familiar to you.

Maybe it was because of how fancy and modern it was compared to what you were more accustomed with on land, or maybe it was the simple fact that everything in this room was awfully huge compared to you. It took you quite some time to realize that you were not only on top of a massive bed- But that you were trapped inside a bird cage.

Before you could question whether you were having a hallucination or not, your joyful captor made its way inside the bedroom. With such a blissful expression that makes a chill run down your spine- He was so big, it was obvious your captor would have been a giant considering your current location, yet it still shocked you for some reason.

Much to your dismay, your captor does not speak the same language as you, which made you scream at him to free you and put you back where he found you. You have noticed he wasn't understanding a single word coming out of your mouth the moment you started crying at the giant, begging for mercy in fear of what could be your destiny here.

Yet here you were, just- Being observed by such gentle eyes, concerned of your current state. He could talk and shush your cries all he wanted, but you couldn't understand a single thing he meant, the only certainty in this case being the fact you ain't getting out of here so soon.

Malos isn't evil, even if you can't understand what he says- You can tell he is very gentle with you, maybe because he sees how scared and panicky you are, or because he sees you as a pet- Who knows?

He did give you a lot of signs of seeing you as possibly just a "pocket companion", a pet and a doll, someone he could take care of and take wherever he wanted. You noticed how there was no one else who lived with him, maybe he was that lonely and desperate to find a friend that he took you- Without considering your actual feelings on the action.

You weren't too small compared to him, you were basically the height of his hand- A small doll to him, just for him. Whatever life you used to have could be kissed goodbye at this point, because even if you wish everything could go back to normal, that ain't happening, boo.

Malos loves dressing you up, giving you little trinkets to use, giving you small portions of his own food, hearing you make all those lovely sounds he doesn't understand one bit off yet it is still willing to try and comprehend it. He is a very skilled crafter, you know? He knows how to create small toys that will make wonderful gifts for you, at least in his own mind.

Whatever situation you were in that would have brought you to meet him, he would have thought the same thing regardless of what background you could choose for yourself- In Malos eyes, you were lost in the cold of the night, looking so lonely and in need of someone's attention, which he could relate to since he was also lonely and looking for company.

Malos is quite delusional, he has his moments where he has to face reality as a lonely toy maker who kidnapped a human to be his little companion. In these moments of lucidity, he will look at you as if he was lost, as if he was searching for an answer- A confirmation of his actions.

And looking at your cute small little self, confirms his beliefs. You were lost, he was also lost- Yet you found each other, and that's all that matters for him.

After being faced with so much love and attention, considering how weeks and months have passed since he got you here, it's not hard to imagine you feeling more comfortable in his presence.

His skin is so much warmer than yours, his rough hands hold you with such care- It's hard to not give yourself in to his gentle touches, to his incomprehensible whispers, he has such a smooth voice that is hard to not enjoy listening to it.

You didn't plan this to happen- But on each day that passes by, you start feeling like being taken care off is way better than having to fend for yourself down there with the other humans. His company has been so heartwarming, and it hurts you the times he has to go out and take long periods of time outside his house, probably selling his toys or even buying more food for you two.

It's so unfortunate to think that you, someone who was once a person, was now submitting to him and enjoying being treated like this- You would curse at yourself for being so weak, so desperate for his affection, to the point you enjoy being petted and loved as a doll.

With Malos, you could ignore the voices screaming at you to get yourself out of his house in the clouds, but whenever you were left alone locked inside a doll house he built, you would cry yourself to sleep until you could ignore your conscience telling you how much of a failure you are.

If Malos was somehow aware of this confusing thoughts inside you, he would try his best to calm you down, while also pulling you closer to the confirmation that he is here to help you, to take care of you and that there is no shame in you liking him as well. He already loves you so much, he just needs you to do the same for him.

However, Malos isn't always gentle with you- Not only is he easily excited, but he is also easily angered, very childishly. His outbursts are never on you, but rather on the things around you. You can feel the table under you shake whenever he has his temper tantrums, you can see him taking away some of your items as a form of punishment in case you have been acting up.

He would also give you an ice shoulder for some time if he felt as if you were in need of apologizing (even if he didn't understand your language, he could still see through your mannerisms if you were truly sorry or not). He wouldn't ignore you for long, considering how he is also very touch-starved, which leads into the next point:

Malos loves petting you, and touching you. You're soft and squishy and so charming to hold- How can he not love you to bits??!

He gets very confused sometimes, he isn't sure if he sees you as a small pet-like companion, or as a possible- Well, partner. His adoration towards you will start to twist into actual romantic interest, and I warn you to be careful darling-

The moment he sets his mind into something, it's nearly impossible to change it back.

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#yandere #sheep stuff #sheep's stuff #yandere headcanon #yandere oc #yandere monster #yandere giant #yandere giant x reader #yandere monster x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere oc?#special delivery headcanons #special delivery request

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what-do-1000-swords-look-like · 2 years

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You re-blogged a post which calls shipping wincest a crime. The OP of that post ships cockles. I really don't understand in what universe shipping RPF and making fantasies about living breathing people is okay but shipping a fictional ship is a crime. It's like upside down world.

Jensen hates RPF. He's had issues with his family members because of crazy cockles shippers. He despises how people post sexual cockles content everywhere, for eg twitter etc. He also gets sexually harassed a lot by the so called fans in conventions nevermind all the disgusting things they post about him online. Just look at how cockles shippers are calling Jensen a dog/slut and thinking he wears a collar for Misha. All because he had some shadows on his neck. It's right now there on twitter, people are literally tagging him.

I just find it funny when cockles shippers condemn wincest when they do and post disturbing shit every single day. Not to mention how much they degrade and harass Jensen. But I guess fictional incest shipping which hurts literally zero people is still evil but real life harassment and degradation of a man they supposed to stan in a-okay. Like I said, upside down world.

I hope for the day when people stop treating Jensen like a sex object and start respecting and appreciating him for his talent. But sadly seems like that day will never come given how almost all his so called fans are RPF shippers. Dude definitely deserves better fans.

Alright, Anon...

I'm only kidding. These reactions literally popped into my head when I saw I had a new ask and then opened it to see the words 'wincest', 'cockles', and 'jensen ackles' popping out at me. It's just a reflex now, I suppose, after this last week and a half or whatever it's been. I know you are just starting a discussion here and speaking your thoughts. I just needed a laugh and figured we could both share a chuckle. (that scene with Kate McKinnon makes me laugh every single time) As for your specific ask, though, let's dive right in, shall we?

Just a heads up, I wrote an entire essay back to you on this. Your ask gave me a lot to think about and that I wanted to discuss.

I'm putting it under the cut:

So for the post you mentioned I reblogged, please understand that I do not check every blog I reblog a post from. If it's a blog I follow, that's one thing. As a matter of fact, I'm going to break down my Tumblrina process for you: If it's from a blog I followed, it popped up on my dash, I liked it, and then reblogged it. If I don't follow them, then that means, I found the posts in the tag (whatever subject it may be, i.e. spn, dean winchester, bellarke, eddie diaz, etc.), agreed with it or just liked it in general, and decided to reblog it (or it popped up on my dash as a reblog from a blog I follow). The only blogs that I check out are a few faves I have for certain fandoms (which I am usually following) and ones that I am checking out to possibly follow, and any new followers of mine that pop up (in case they share/reblog interesting posts about a topic that I particularly like/shared interests, i.e. 911, game of thrones, etc.).

The reason I reblogged said post is because I felt that the theme of the post rings true, especially coming off of the recent experience I just had with a certain intense shall-we-say portion of Jensen fans (aka AA's). The post that you're referring to, despite the op's personal thoughts on wincest that was included, stated that no matter your ship, favorite character, or favorite actor (including their wives), basically in the SPN fandom, there is a bunch of hate going around and everyone is fighting with each other. Speaking to my recent experience and seeing it exemplified in other tags (that have nothing at all to do with Jensen himself), I agree. Whether it's hellers vs the anti destiel crowd, or Cockles stans vs J2 stans, or AA's vs Jared stans, or Danneel stans vs anti Danneel folks, or minions vs Jared stans, or wincest vs destiel, I mean the list goes on and on and on and on and on and...you get my point. So yes, I reblogged that post, because I tend to agree with the core message of it and that's what I do with posts I agree with.

Now, since you specifically mentioned Wincest, Cockles, and Jensen in relation to my reblogging the post, I'm going to focus on those three points:

Regarding your mention about what the op said about wincest being a crime, while I am not in their head and cannot tell you exactly what they were 100% thinking or feeling at the time of posting, when I read the post, I took it as they meant the idea of incest in general is a crime. And it is. While I don't pretend to know the laws of each individual country on each different continent, here in the US, it is absolutely a crime. So the op is not wrong on that particular fact.

While you claim that a fictional incest ship is not hurting anyone, please allow me to break it down in how it actually does when it comes to this particular incestuous pairing from this particular fandom:

1) Rules of the SPN universe do not include incest: while some people may question, 'wait, but in Game Of Thrones didn't Jon sleep with his aunt? Weren't people shipping that?' and they would be correct, the fact of the matter is that GRRM set up the ASOIAF universe to have the incest rule (modeled on our actual world history, meaning cousins married as did siblings at one time, even an uncle and niece never mind the vast age differences going on as gross as that just made me feel to type out, I actually may puke rn) and thus HBO/D&D also followed it in the GoT showverse. So, yes, while incest is taboo across the board in modern society, in that particular fictional universe, it's a rule. SPN did not set up that same rule or ever apply it at any point in the series. Their intention was never to make Dean and Sam as a possible romantic pairing.

2) Dean was Sam's parent which changes that whole sibling dynamic completely: While I am still not a wincest fan nor do I support it (and never will, I will show you why in this very post, Anon), I do get that some people ship what they ship. For example, I don't doubt that if Cas and Dean were actual blood brothers, due to the chemistry both J&M had, there would still be that group of people out there that would ship it, too. I would not be part of that group myself, but I have no doubt that they would exist. However, here's the real big problem wrapped up into this particular relationship: Dean was Sam's parent. Something he himself confirms in dialogue with Mary in season 12, that he had to be a father and a mother to Sam, to keep him safe. Which is reiterated by the story line itself and what we have seen for Sam and Dean all 15 seasons. So that love you see between the brothers, particularly on Dean's end, is indeed pure and special. But it's the love of a parent and their son. I've mentioned before (after the finale aired) on how I was in a similar position to Dean which is one of the reasons I believe I identified with his character and connected with his story. People who have gone through similar parentification often will look at their siblings (or whoever they had to be in a parental role for at the time) as the ones they have to go out of their way to take care of, to make sure that they're okay, and yes, be a parent to them, regardless of their age(s). Of course, they are going to have that bond that may not have happened otherwise. I always felt as if I was a parent to my siblings and trust me when I tell you, that it takes a lot of work to undo that parentification and not only put yourself back in the right role (as an older sibling and not their mom or dad) but to also set up new boundaries and have a proper relationship with said sibling(s).

If you pay attention to the story throughout the 15 years (until the finale), the writers worked hard to set up a healthy relationship between Dean and Sam to where they would again be brothers and it would be more balanced between them. Because that's what they both deserved, it was healthier for both of them, and they could no longer continue to function in the old dynamic (they both had grown too much for that). That is why that scene in 15x17 where Sam begs Dean not to sacrifice Jack, that particular piece of dialogue, is so powerful (besides what it finally confirms what was long suspected about John and exactly what Dean went through to protect Sam). Now, if you take Dean and Sam out of the equation and put in two brothers from anywhere else (let's say Damon and Stefan Salvatore from TVD or Klaus and Elijah from TO or even Nathan and Lucas from OTH), while some might see chemistry there and ship it, it may have the ick factor for some (because again it's still incest, regardless of being fictional, in fictional universes where acceptable incest is not part of the rules), but I don't think you would see as strong a reaction to it, maybe? Maybe you would, I could be wrong, but I can tell you that from my personal perspective, the whole parent/child thing here is a VERY big ick factor for me and I will never support the ship.

3) Wincest basically glorifies the abuse that Dean (and Sam) suffered: You might be thinking, 'WHAT? How do you even get that?' Well, Anon, I'll tell you. I cannot begin to count how many posts I've seen on here (and on the bird app from people cross-posting those tweets here) where certain wincest fans enjoy the co-dependency that Dean and Sam have. As a matter of fact, a few months ago, I came across yet another post saying how much they loved it and I finally felt compelled to post something on that topic. Co-dependency is a byproduct of abuse. Google it, do your research, ask a mental health professional or an abuse expert, do whatever you gotta do but co-dependency 👏 in 👏 most 👏 cases 👏 is 👏 a 👏 consequence 👏 of 👏 abuse 👏 and/or 👏 neglect 👏 that 👏 formed 👏 in 👏 childhood. As someone who is an abuse survivor and had years of work to put in to overcome not only the trauma but things like co-dependency and parentification, it absolutely floors me when I see posts like this and the op's genuinely think it is an earmark of their ship that should be celebrated. Tbf, I am not saying all wincest fans think along those lines, but the ones that do, well they are concerning. Either they are completely clueless to the horrible truth of that co-dependency and all it entails or they're aware but just don't care (which is the more horrifying and terrible option imho).

And it also glorifies the abuse they suffered by the point I made above about the parentification. That is something a parent does to a child and it forces them to grow up way too fast (i.e. Dean being left at a young age with a gun to watch after Sammy and care for him, cook for him, make sure all of his basic needs were met, protect him from any monsters that might show up, when John would leave them in a hotel room for a few days to go hunting or bed Adam's mom, either one really), and it's something that has ripple effects later in life. So if people enjoy that parentification dynamic (such as 'omg Dean so loves Sam since he cooked him dinner, cooking is Dean's love language and they are soulmates' which doesn't take into account that actually while Dean may enjoy cooking for those he loves, it's been shown throughout the show that he cooks for Sam in order to take care of him while also it's something he actually feels he's good at, meaning he's meeting Sam's basic needs again - season 8 when Sam is going through the trials is a prime example), that glorifies the abuse since they're enjoying the byproducts of it. Again, I'm not saying all wincest fans are saying 'yay, co-dependency and parentification, so sweet omg', but the ones who are and actually post that shit on SM - yeah, they need to either do some research or some deep inner reflection, whichever applies.

4) Wincest being seen as a QPR and therefore, is covered under the LGBTQIA umbrella, which is just...no: In recent months, I was told by a wincest fan on here that some see their ship as a QPR, aka a queer platonic relationship, and that I obviously needed to do more research because I clearly didn't understand that Sam and Dean were very much LGBTQIA. 🙄 If you read the article I just linked you or even google it yourself, this term does not apply to Sam and Dean. Not only because they are brothers (and are exemplifying a parent/child dynamic as I mentioned above) but also because this was a term that aro and ace individuals used to describe a relationship that they might enter that did not include sex or any type of romantic type of love. (obviously, it's up to the individuals who enter into a QPR how they conduct it between them, I'm not telling anyone how they should do so or anything like that, and obviously QPR's are not exclusive to a single community) While Dean and Sam are committed to each other as brothers, that term is not meant in the relationship type of way if that makes sense. Dean is not avoiding dating or having casual sex because he's in a committed QPR with Sam. Sam dates Eileen and Dean encourages him to in the last season, so again, no exclusion or commitment there. It's not a QPR. And the fact that a portion of the fandom tries to claim this time and time again, and demands that wincest be given the same consideration as say the idea of destiel or Cesar/Jesse or Charlie/Rowena when mentioning the LGBTQIA umbrella is not only problematic but also ridiculous and hurtful. I identify as LGBTQIA myself and a family member of mine is aroace. When these fans make this claim to justify the romantic shipping of Dean and Sam, it's hurtful to that particular part of the LGBTQIA community and disregards the reason the term was created in the first place, while flying in the face of those who are actually LGBTQIA. (don't we have to deal with enough of people equating queer love with incest, pedophilia, and other taboo and vile things enough as it is? Look at that whole rant from Denver Con 2021, for crying out loud) So yeah, that's a no, and like I said, it's hurtful.

5) Wincest sometimes translates to J2 shipping which also quite possibly makes Jensen uncomfortable as well: While you mentioned that Jensen is uncomfortable with Cockles (and I'm not disagreeing with you but more on that later), imagine how uncomfortable he (and even Jared) are with the idea of wincest and of course, J2. We already know of Jensen's "Destiel doesn't exist" soundbite and what you mentioned about his feelings on Cockles (just out of curiosity, did he ever say this at a con or in an interview? I mean the part where you said he had to tell someone in his family that he and Misha weren't actually involved), but I think I remember somewhere that it was mentioned by Jensen (in the early days, at a con with Jared, around season 3 I think?) that he wasn't too comfortable with wincest. (I unfortunately do not have a receipt for this, I'm going purely on memory here which it was 12 years ago so yeah, if anyone knows what I'm referring to, can they send me the link?) Not to mention the show's attitude towards wincest in general (see scene A and scene B), and even Jensen's very own explanation about a scene that he and Jared reworked (in the recent Inside Of You podcast), where I don't feel he was making an anti-wincest statement or confirming/denying anything about the ship like some believe, but it does confirm through his own words that he and Jared do not view Dean and Sam romantically when playing the characters and acting our their stories. Even though he was just talking about him and Jared deciding to switch lines for the scene, he specifically says that the original sequence felt too much like a couple breaking up in a romcom and they were "not Sam and Dean Winchester". While he was only explaining why he felt the scene wasn't working for him and Jared (who came up with the solution to the issue by flipping the script), it's right there.

So while Jensen (and Jared) may not mind people shipping the brothers because they are fictional characters and may just have the attitude 'ship and let ship', when it translates to J2 (which tbf, destiel sometimes translates to Cockles as well), that's when it potentially could take on a life of its own and make either actor whose name is involved uncomfortable. Where people actually speculate and spread the false narrative that Jensen and Jared are in a romantic relationship and secretly have been for years, that both of their wives (and now families) are covers for them because they're both Texas dudebro men who cannot come out publicly never mind to their families of origin and people from their hometowns. (which again, tbf, some Cockles shippers make very similar speculations about Jensen and Misha, and some of them spread very similar false narratives about those two) Now, I don't know Jensen personally nor do I know for a fact if he has ever spoken publicly about this topic or if Jared has even, but I highly doubt that he is comfortable with that/those kind of speculation/rumors spreading throughout the fandom (enough that it somehow gets back to him or his family or his co-workers, etc.), whether it's him and Jared or him and Misha (as you mentioned). However, because I don't know for a fact or have evidence to support this thought, I can't say that 100%. But I'm assuming that he may not be completely comfortable with the RPF shipping as you claimed, no matter who it involves. I'm sure if people started speculating that he and Michael Rosenbaum were romantically and/or sexually involved, or even him and Alaina Huffman let's say, that he would not be thrilled with that either. After all, the man is married, he has kids and a family, and his privacy should be respected as such. No one should be speculating about his sexuality or his romantic orientation.

And tbf to J2 and Cockles shippers alike, I have seen some from both camps (particularly in the case of Cockles since I don't really traverse into the J2 tag obviously) begging their fellow shippers to stop posting tweets and tagging Jensen for example. Begging them to stop bringing it to the actors' attention, because it's purely meant to be a fandom thing. Because they don't want to be disrespectful to Jensen or Danneel or their family, or to Jared and Gen, or to Misha and Vicky (I know this has obviously changed now but I do remember these types of pleadings happening when they were still married). But unfortunately, there are some in both camps who take it way past the line than it should have ever gone and then of course, there is that small group for each one that takes it to the extreme.

So I completely understand what you mentioned about Jensen's discomfort with Cockles and I heavily sympathize with him if he did indeed have to confirm to family members of his that he was not in a relationship with Misha. No one should have to do that, especially when it's just fantasy-fueled rumors and speculations that people who do not know him in his personal or professional life made about him (and/or Misha).

Personally, I don't ship Cockles. I never have and never will. Same goes for J2, and even Jenneel and Jarevieve. I don't ship real people couples. To me, Jensen and Misha are just friends, same goes for Jared and Jensen (regardless of the prequelgate drama as of late). Jared seems happy in his marriage to Gen, Jensen with Danneel, and Misha was with Vicky when they were married. I know a lot of people speculate otherwise, RPF shippers and non-RPF shippers alike, some anti people included. But that's what the guys continue to show us through SM and con panels, etc. So until let's say Jensen or Misha comes out and says 'yeah, it's official, we're dating' or Jensen and Jared say it or even Danneel and Gen (obviously I'm throwing out hypotheticals here), then I don't buy into any of the speculation. It's truly none of my business who any of these men are involved with romantically and/or sexually.

Now as far as RPF shippers go, if they're doing it respectfully and quietly, I don't completely see the harm (like Nian back when they dated, tho tbf I was never in the TVD fandom so I have no idea if they ever had any negative experiences like that when it came to their fans). But when it's being brought to the actors and possibly affecting their personal lives and/or actual relationships, that's when it becomes a problem. So, once again, if Jensen actually went through the experience that you mentioned, then that's definitely a problem, and people should be more respectful and considerate of not only his feelings but also his personal life. I, too, would be hopeful that Jensen would have only positive and respectful interactions with his fans. I cannot even begin to imagine what this man has endured over the years (i.e. with someone doxxing his family's address, sexual solicitation of him solo and him and Danneel together) or what any of the other SPN cast (and even crew) has gone through when it comes to certain parts of the fandom.

As for the hypocrisy you mentioned, as a general statement/point, yes, you are correct. But tbf to that op, the point they made in that post was not hypocritical. It literally was about the hatred and fighting and overall toxicity in the SPN fandom, across the board. They're not wrong about that. Just as you're not wrong about the point you made about a lot of supposed Jensen fans objectifying him and harassing him (not only sexually, when some fans get mad at him, like say with the prequelgate thing, they actually tweet him horrific things as well). I, too, hate to see all of that and I wish that Misha himself would stop adding fuel to the fire (like some of the stuff you mentioned here, the whole 'i like to be on top' thing, etc.). But tbf to Misha, I don't see Jensen discouraging it at all. They do the photo ops, Jensen has responded to his tweets in the past (nothing I've seen recently I think), he didn't discourage Danneel from posting that picture of him reading Misha's poetry book nor did he tell her to take it down after she tagged Misha on where his heart was in the picture (they were doing promo for the book obviously). Hell, he didn't even ask Danneel to take down the photo she posted of him in his...pajamas? Underclothes? (I have no idea what) In order to get her followers' (aka Jensen's fans') attention to what she was posting about and literally said "now that I have your attention" in the caption. And that's his wife lol! It's still objectification regardless of whether it's approved by Jensen, her, or their family. So, tbf to some of these people who see Jensen as a sexual object or desirable fantasy (and/or ship him with other real people), if Jensen is truly that uncomfortable, he needs to step up and take a stronger stance. Assert stronger boundaries for himself and his family. Regardless of whatever fans he may lose or whatever lashback he may receive.

Because when he says things like 'Easy' when fans ask him to look as if he's in love with Misha at a photo op, or he does a skit onstage that is a recreation of a humorous accidental kissing scene from a well known romcom with the guy, well that's going to continue the objectification as well as the feeding of the fantasies. (basically, it continues to add to the problem and not stop it in its tracks) It's going to add fuel to the fire, especially in this fandom. And I would think that at this point, he, Misha, Danneel, Jared, and Gen are all well aware of that. In a level world, all of the fandom would see it as the jokes the guys intend for them to be, and not as evidence for their theories of Jensen being secretly in love with Misha or Jared or whoever. They wouldn't speculate on every little word they say or rewatch interviews of them 62 times with a how-to-read-body-language guide at the ready. They would just take what these people say at face value and stop assigning tone and intention, which then would not leave any room for wild speculation or any out there theories. But, sadly, that's not the world we live in. There are some who try to live like that and make the world a better place, and then there are some who just continue to make it a certified shitshow for the rest of us. But, I digress.

And a disclaimer: I sincerely hope this doesn't come across as me saying it's Jensen's fault or Misha's or Danneel's or Jared's or Gen's, because that is NOT what I'm saying at all. I'm saying that if either man (meaning Jensen or Misha) is truly uncomfortable with the sexual related content that people are posting for Cockles as you mentioned, there are steps both of them can take to try to scale it back or to take a stronger stance. They have every right to assert boundaries with their fans. I myself, while not shipping Cockles, have mostly had positive interactions with Cockles fans on here (sadly, I cannot say the same for J2 fans), and I would like to say that if any of those individuals heard Jensen or Misha stating that they were uncomfortable with any of it, that those individuals would sit up and go 'alright no more top!Misha or bottom!Jensen' jokes'. Not that they were the ones making them, I'm just using an example from within the Cockles fandom to make my point.

So to sum up my points:

wincest may be a fictional ship but it can actually be hurtful (from all of the points I made above) and not as innocent as you implied in your ask

I personally do not ship Cockles or any RPF - I don't judge others who do but if it is affecting said RP's in any way, shape, or form in a negative fashion, then yes, that is hurtful and needs to stop

Jensen (and the rest of the SPN cast as well) deserves respect and the utmost consideration - sexual content whether that be a picture of naked Jensen and Misha or a fic about how Jensen and Jared have sex on set should NEVER be brought to any of those actors, on SM, in fan mail (do people still write that even?), or in person - that is not just crossing a line, that's crossing a whole goddamn stadium of lines - imagine if they showed up to your work place with naked pictures of you and your co-worker or asked you to autograph a story where your co-worker is continually railing you in your office while your significant other sits outside in the waiting room completely unaware - if that's really happening, it's cringe-inducing and it needs to stop, that is the very definition of harassment, real people equals real world rules, remember that

I think I covered everything you mentioned in your ask, Anon. Idk about you but I am exhausted.

But I am glad you opened up a discussion about all of this and gave me your viewpoint. Actually, due to all of the drama recently due to this fandom, I've been going through this blog (slowly and surely), removing certain content in order to clean it up and get everything organized because I plan to take a long break to recharge. I'm pretty much removing most of my SPN content (except metas I've written and my Jensen posts because I am a fan of his contrary to the AA rhetoric). I am not ashamed to say that this recent experience with my asks has just absolutely sucked the energy right out of me and I need a break. But I will say I do appreciate when people do come in respectfully and start civil discussions, whether they agree with me or not, so I thank you for that. At least that was how I took your ask. ;-)

I hope you have a great rest of your evening, Anon.

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