#I love me tall men and also never realized I could be that attracted to a Texan accent

[lionsloveandlies]

I’ve been feeling the firm grip 1960s men have had on me was finally slipping then I rewatch Head (1968) and all I’ve been doing is thinking about being [redacted] and [redacted] by Mike Nesmith

#I love me tall men and also never realized I could be that attracted to a Texan accent #whatever save the texas prairie chicken I guess #okay I need to shut up about the monkees but I am sad the whole series is no longer on YouTube ☹️ #okay monkees posting is done

[auras-moonstone]

Hiii! Can you do y/n as a beloved princess who meets Ethan and they fall in love but y/n is set to marry a neighbouring prince also could reference the song enchanted by Taylor ☺️

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ putting roots in my dreamland — ethan landry

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 1.8K

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: florist!ethan landry x princess!fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: wanting to get away from the reminder of her upcoming marriage, y/n goes to the flower market where she meets a florist who charms her instantly.

ᡣ𐭩 contents/warnings: cheating (kind of.) forced marriage. affair. flowers. royalty. fluff.

ᡣ𐭩 author’s note: this is inspired by the song ivy by taylor swift!

ever since her father informed her of what awaited her, y/n felt like a whole other person. her body became just flesh and bones, it felt like her spirit and soul were sucked from within her. she felt completely empty from the inside. everything was ripped away from her—her power, her girlhood, her choices, her freedom, her future.

y/n was born with royal blood. she was created with the mere purpose of ruling the kingdom once the king—her father—left this world or decided he was no longer fit to fill that position. was she thrilled for taking the power? no, but it was her legacy, and she had accepted it a long time ago. in fact, she thought she would someday make a fair leader.

what she dreaded, though, was the marriage part. how she wished people could realize queens needed no man by their side. they could do everything on their own. but people loved the picture of a perfect family, even if it was all fake. so now y/n was doomed to a life of misery alongside a man who she felt nothing for.

prince james was attractive, and that’s where his positive traits started and ended. he was egoistical, vain, spoiled, a small man who believed he was big just because he belonged to one of the last great american dynasties. y/n hated men like him, and had known lots of them throughout her life. she was now going to share last names with him, and that repulsed her more than anything else.

“where are you going, sweetheart?” the voice of his father stopped her before she could reach the handle of the door.

“flower market, dad.” she said with a vacant stare.

her father sighed, he never understood her fascination with said place. but thankfully, he never prohibited her from going just with the condition that she would be careful not to let anyone recognize her.

her father sighed, he never understood her fascination with said place. but thankfully, he never prohibited her from going just with the condition that she would be careful not to let anyone recognize her.

y/n swallowed the knot she felt in her throat. “yes, father.”

the mention of that event felt like a stab through the chest, and everything in the castle reminded y/n of her faith, which was why she needed to get away from that overwhelming place as soon as possible.

walking through the beautiful market cleared her mind. how could it not? the flowers were so bright and full of life, it only fuelled her obsessions with them.

she stopped in front of the prettiest shop she had ever seen, it was called the ivy, and it was covered by said plant and small colourful flowers. “how would i love working here.” she whispered dreamily.

“wow, you aim pretty low in life.” a deep voice joked from inside the small shop.

the person caught her so off guard that she accidentally lifted her head too fast, making the hood of her cape fall down, uncovering her face. y/n heard the boy’s small gasp and dragged him inside the shop.

“you’re—i’m so sorry, your majesty.” he went to do a reverence but she stopped him.

“please don’t do that, and don’t call me that. y/n is just fine.” she smiled softly. the pretty boy just stood there in complete shock. “and your name, flower boy?”

“uh- e-ethan. landry. ethan landry.” his cheeks were practically on fire and y/n found that insanely cute. he was insanely cute.

ethan was very tall, had broad shoulders, biceps to drool for, adorable brunet curls and the prettiest brown eyes she had ever seen. the flower market had just gotten better.

“well, ethan landry, you have a breath-taking little shop.” she said, looking around the small place.

“thank you. it was my grandma’s.” he smiled melancholically. “what’s your favourite flower?”

y/n smiled widely, loving the question. “guess.”

“well, i think dahlias go really well with you.” flirting through flowers, that he could do. for a moment, he forgot he had a member of royalty standing in front of him.

[a/n: according to google, dahlias symbolise pride, inner strength, elegance, beauty, and creativity.]

y/n blushed beautifully and ethan’s heart did somersaults. “well, thank you. i’m glad that’s your impression of me because lately i’ve been more of a red carnation.”

ethan frowned. carnations were associated with death and sadness. “would i be too forward if i asked what’s wrong?”

y/n looked deep in thought. truth was, she shouldn’t spill her secrets to a stranger, no matter how kind and innocent he looked, but loneliness was the only thing y/n had know her whole life and ethan was opening a door that had always been closed. she just gave in.

“i’m getting married, and prince james is…”

“ugh.” ethan scrunched his nose in disgust.

the princess let out a small laugh. “my exact thoughts. and as you can tell, it’s not something i want. i know, you might say, that’s common in royalty, that’s your duty—“

“that’s not what i think at all. no one should be obligated to marry someone they don’t love.” he said softly, his heart hurting for the young girl. “i don’t know what to say so this is the best i can do.”

y/n attentively watched him as he prepared a bouquet of flowers. sunflowers—the symbol of vibrancy, of positive energy. the perfect selection if you wanted to cheer someone up. ethan wanted to cheer her—a girl who he had met ten minutes ago—, and suddenly her chest felt like exploding. for the first time in a while, she felt something other than negative feelings.

“for you, princess.” the word sounded beautiful coming from him. he had said it as more than to address her title, he said it as a nickname, all flirty and sweet.

“thank you, flower boy. but are you just going to gift them to me? i feel kind of bad, i’m disgustingly rich.”

ethan laughed. “don’t worry about it. it’s totally worth it if it helped you feel a bit better.”

“it did. thank you. they’re so beautiful.” she hugged them to her chest.

“so you two have something in common.” he blurted out. and then shook his head. “that was way out of line, i’m so sorry. please don’t cut my head off.”

“i’m not the red queen, you’re safe.” she laughed. “i better go… thanks for everything. you’ve made my day ten times better.”

“i’m glad to hear that… and, if you need some place to be free, you’re always welcome here.” what he also meant to say was i want to see you again.

“that’s a dangerous thing to offer. you might have me here everyday.” she joked, although it wasn’t really a joke.

ethan shrugged, a grin splashed on his face. “i wouldn’t be opposed to that. you can help me run the shop.”

y/n’s entire being lit up. “are you serious?!”

“of course.”

“see you tomorrow, pretty flower boy. it was enchanting to meet you.” she said as she walked out of the shop with such a grace that ethan was left hypnotised. he knew for certain that his thoughts would echo her name until he saw her again. he prayed that she would stay true to her words and come back. he hoped it had been the very first page, and not where the storyline ended.

ethan’s wishes came true. y/n went to meet the gorgeous flower boy every day. week after week they shared that little space together, getting to know each other deeply.

the flower shop became y/n’s happy and safe place, everything she needed was there—flowers, freedom, normalcy, ethan.

she couldn’t believe how much that boy had changed her for the better. he had brought forth a glow so incandescent to her life that she felt that her spirit and soul, which she thought were lost forever, returned to her bones. he now was all over her like ivy on a house of stones.

“wow, eth.” y/n said amazed.

“i know it’s not much…” he said embarassed.

“eth i’d exchanged my palace for this every time. it’s so cozy and… alive. just like you.” ethan gave her a sweet smile and hugged her. and against his chest, she murmured. “like me… when i’m with you.”

“you shouldn’t say things like that or…” he hesitated.

“or…?”

“or i might kiss you. and if i do, i might have to keep you forever.” his face, unlike other times they had flirted, was serious. there was no joking around now, he was speaking his truth.

“then you should kiss me right now. but just so you know, even if you don’t do it, i’m still keeping you forever.” y/n caressed his soft cheek. “you make me happy, eth.”

ethan pressed his lips against hers softly, carefully. it was a slow kiss, they took their time savouring the moment, the strong feelings that came with the connecting of their lips. it was nothing less than perfect.

ethan was the first to break the kiss, he needed to get the words out of his chest. “get away from that life, y/n. you could move here with me, work in the flower shop… maybe marry me? it doesn’t have to be now now, but in the future? i don’t see myself with anyone else. i’m only yours.” he let out a nervous chuckle.

hope filled her chest like spring breaking lose after a really cold winter. there were many reasons to say no, most of them regarding the fear of something happening to him if james found out. but, for the first time in a while, she felt fearless. “yes.”

“yes?” ethan asked surprised.

y/n nodded eagerly. “yes, yes, yes.” she hugged him tightly. “i want to do all of that. hell, i’ll marry you right now.”

“yes. yes, i don’t have a ring, but i’ll go get one right now.”

“stop stop.” she laughed. her smile fell softly, and ethan was scared for a moment, “i need you to know what you’re getting into. if we are together, i don’t want to be in the dark, okay?”

“i don’t want that, either.” he assured her.

“and to avoid that, i have to come clear to my dad. im calling the engagement off, and that means i’ll probably be disinherited.”

“if you’re worried about money and a place to stay, don’t. this house is ours, the flower shop is ours. you won’t need to worry about that.”

“it’s not that, although it’s nice to hear. i’m scared about our lives, your life.” she whispered. “i know my dad will be furious, but he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. james, on the other hand, i don’t know where his limits lay. if he even has limits.”

“princess, look at me.” he said softly, and she obeyed. “i don’t care. he could burn this house to the ground and i still wouldn’t care. you’re worth everything. what we have, could have, is worth everything.”

y/n hugged his neck, pulling him close until their foreheads touched. “i love you so much.”

“i love you, too. so fucking bad my chest hurts.”

and as he said those words, y/n knew she was ready to go through the fight of her goddamn life for him.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry fic #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry x y/n #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion oneshot #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic #jack champion imagine #ethan landry scream

[leonsbbg]

leon kennedy x reader

you're left abandoned by your "friends" at a bar when you also notice a strange man has been following you. luckily, you find solace in a group of men willing to help you. a certain blonde boy catches your eye

notes and warnings: use of yn, cw for "slut" being used in a degrading way, luis and chris' characters are no where near accurate they're more of filler characters. (this is my first time writing with leon so even if it's not too accurate i hope it's okay🙏🏼) (also i barely proofread this)

you were thoroughly panicking.

you just left a bar where your friends were supposed to meet you, but they never showed. it honestly wouldn't surprise you if they did it on purpose, considering your history with them.

you really needed better friends.

which brings you back to right now, where friends would be really amazing. or maybe a phone that wasn't dead.

'damn i need to get my shit together.'

you had seen the same guy for three blocks now. every time you would nonchalantly glance behind you, that same man in a red hoodie would be a behind you. he was pretty far away, but he was always there. you didn't want to assume he wanted to kidnap and assault you, but in today's world no one would blame you for being a little paranoid. you had no idea what to do until you saw a group of guys hanging around a street lamp in front of a shop. it was late so the shop wasn't open, but they didn't seem to care. they looked to be taking pictures and laughing.

'they seem nice enough.'

you immediately increase your pace until you're right beside one of them; a tall, black-haired man, sporting an earring and a very fashionable outfit. there were three guys in total and they all seemed to be around your age, (and very attractive.)

they immediately looked at you in confusion.

they didn't seem too weirded out though, so you took that as your chance.

"i'm so so sorry to interrupt, but i think there's a guy following me and i've been walking for a little bit because my friends were supposed to meet me but they stood me up and my phone died and i was wondering if i could stand with you because i don't know what-"

"woah woah, slow down," one of the other guys, who had (beautiful) long blonde hair and baby blue eyes, put his hands up, "you think someone's following you?" his eyebrows knit in concern and you feel your heart flutter.

"yeah, i think. he's wearing a red hoodie and black pants. i don't really know that he's following me per say, but he's been walking behind me for a while and i get kind of paranoid about this stuff." you frown because you suddenly realize you might be blowing this out of proportion.

"no, i understand. it's better to be cautious." the same boy replies with a smile that almost knocks you off your feet. you give him a shy smile in return.

"you can stay with us for a little bit if you want. at least until you feel safe enough to leave." the third boy tells you and you could've kissed him with how grateful you felt.

"thank you so much, i know this is weird, but i really appreciate it." you say honestly.

"don't thank us, you're just scared for your safety so we'd be happy to help you." the blonde boy that caught your eye says this and your heart melts.

what do they say about love at first sight?

"so i guess we should introduce ourselves," the black haired boy next to you speaks up, "my name is chris, and this is luis," he gestures to the brown haired boy in front of you who gives you a smile and wave, "and this is leon." the very nice-looking blonde boy gives a smile.

"i'm yn, it's really nice to meet you guys." you give your own smile and hope it conveys how grateful you are.

"yn," leon says almost absent-mindedly, "that's a nice name, i like it." he meets your eyes and you have to look away to try (fail) to hide your blush at the unexpected compliment.

"wait-" luis starts, "didn't you say the guy had a red hoodie and black pants?" he asks you.

"yeah, do you see him?" you don't look back, partly because you're a little scared.

"yeah, he's just standing against that wall. he’s not moving, but he keeps looking over here." luis frowns.

"oh my god-" you start to tear up. you don't mean to seem like a cry baby, but you've never been in a situation like this before and you'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking about all of the news stories you’d heard about women getting kidnapped and found dead, or worse.

you almost feel yourself spiral into a panic attack until you feel a pair of hands grab your arms.

"yn? hey, it's alright. we won't let anything happen to you, okay?" leon trains his ocean eyes on you and you can tell in that moment you couldn't be safer.

leon lets go of you and you take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

"okay, yeah— yeah, i'm sorry, it's just been a long night." you rub a hand over your forehead.

you all stand and talk for a little bit before chris notices and points out that the unknown man is starting to move towards the four of you.

"he's what? oh shit shit shit—" before you can completely go crazy, leon comes to the rescue, again.

"hey, remember what i said? we won't let anything happen to you, and i mean that. just stay back okay? let us handle him." leon moves you behind him to use his body as a shield.

you see the man stop in front of the three guys and you can tell they're all sizing him up.

"is there a problem?" leon is the one who speaks up first, his arms crossed and by his posture you can tell he's tense.

you try not to pay attention to the way his shoulder muscles strain against his jacket.

"no problem. just trying to get to that little lady right there." his words slur and he makes eye contact with you to give you a crooked smile that makes your stomach twist.

"that's too bad actually, because she doesn't want anything to do with you. so i think it's time you left and stopped bothering her." chris speaks this time, a warning in his tone.

"come on man, i just want to have some fun. she obviously wants it, look at what she's wearing. slut." you flinch at the harsh word and cave in on yourself.

leon is seething and steps towards the man aggressively, but is held back by luis.

"just get the fuck away dude, she doesn't know you and you're being a creep. leave before we call the cops." luis says in a calm, but serious tone.

the man stays silent for a second as if asking himself if it's worth the trouble. evidently it's not, because he starts to walk away.

"whatever. she's ugly anyways." he flips his middle finger up as he walks down a nearby alley way, out of sight.

"what a fucking asshole." leon says angrily, arms still crossed and posture tense.

"yeah he was a jerk, but at least he left." chris says in relief.

you don't say anything as you process what happened.

he called you a slut and then proceeded to call you ugly in the very next sentence. what was wrong with people?

you start to feel self-conscious, so you put your arms around your middle and back away from the guys a little, wanting to hide and cry forever.

leon turns around and his anger seems to melt away and is instead replaced with a look of concern.

"yn, are you okay? don't listen to anything that dick said, he was stupid." he looks you in the eyes and you can feel gentleness and care radiating off of him.

you don't say anything, opting to look sideways at the ground.

"are you cold? do you want my jacket?" leon starts to shrug off his jacket and before you can even protest, he places it around your shoulders. it dwarfs you, but you’re grateful for his kind gesture.

"thank you. i'm sorry i got you guys into that, but i'm really glad you helped me, im really lucky." you say sincerely, hoping they can hear it in your voice.

they all smile at you and you realize it's probably time for you to go home. for some reason this thought makes you sad.

"um—" you start quietly, "could someone call me an uber? my phone's dead and i don't really feel up for walking." 

"actually, is it okay if i give you a ride instead? after what happened, i'd feel better if i drove you myself." leon says while scratching his head, not making eye contact. 

he looks, nervous?

"oh, yeah, i'd appreciate that, thank you." you give him a smile and he gives you one back.

after parting with the other two guys and giving them plenty thanks for helping you, you follow leon to his car which happened to be parked right across the street.

"wow, this is your car?" you ask in disbelief. “it's so—"

"awesome?" leon interjects playfully.

"expensive." you finish.

leon lets out an airy laugh and you swear you've never heard a sweeter sound.

he opens the passenger side for you, before getting into the driver's seat.

the ride to your apartment is silent except for the radio playing softly throughout the car.

"here we are." leon puts the car in park but neither of you move.

"thank you again for tonight. i don't know what would've happened if you and your friends weren't there." you say playing with your hands, a nervous tic.

"again, don't thank me. i'm just glad we were able to help you." you look at him and see him already staring at you with a smile on his face.

you can't help but notice how beautiful he is. the way his hair is almost falling in his eyes makes you want to brush it away.

you blush and look away.

"well i guess i should leave now." you sit still.

"yeah i guess you should." he sits still.

it takes you all of 30 seconds to finally get out of the car, giving leon a goodbye and another ‘thank you’, receiving another ‘don't thank me’ in return.

you're walking away from his car to your apartment complex when you hear leon shout your name.

you turn around to see leon getting out of his car and jogging towards you.

oh shit, his jacket.

you start to take it off and utter apologizes before he stops you.

"no no, that's not what i came for." he holds out a piece of paper with what you're assuming is his phone number.

you take it in shock and look up to see him smiling down at you.

"have a good night yn." leon turns around and walks back to his car. 

just before he gets in, he turns back to you.

"and keep the jacket, it looks cuter on you anyway." he leaves.

and you're stuck to the sidewalk wondering what the hell just happened.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #resident evil 4 #resident evil

[thenbecauseggoes]

Right Here

A/N: Hi guys!! I'm so sorry that this is like hella short I just wanted to get it out!!!! Lmk if you wanna be tagged in a future fic and my requests are open for a bunch of characters (i'll prob make a masterlist of who i'll write for) also lmk if u want me to make an ao3! ok love u!

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use, mention of hooking up, parties

genre: fluff :)

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You  had never really been the type for love. Sure there were guys here and there who you were considered to be with but you never really enjoyed being tied down or the label of “girlfriend” that was just another label to make women belong to men. Something you’re not huge on. However, all women also have needs. Which is how you found yourself in this situation, at some douchebag’s house with hazy vision and a rolled up dollar bill in your hand. Now this isn’t your first time doing coke but with the man next to you. That was different. 

You had been known not to really make friends but Hobie was sort of an exception. You met him after going to one of his gigs with your sister, he eyed you down the whole time and when you met up after the show you had clicked so well that you just decided to have him as a friend. 

The night came to a close and you left the house, bidding goodbye to the group you were talking to as Hobie slung his arm around your drunken form. You stumble a bit walking out of the house and Hobie catches you. “Be careful there luv, wouldn’ want you gettin’ hurt now hm?” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I handled myself for long enough Hobie I think I can do it now” you say, trying to defend yourself. He just shrugs and you guys keep walking. To the naked eye people might think that you guys are a couple with his arm around your shoulder like that. So you shrug it off with a scoff and walk a few steps ahead of him. 

“Gettin’ tired o’ me already luv?” he asks, taking a few long strides towards you, catching up quickly. Curse his long legs. 

“No you just, look like my boyfriend when you walk with me like that” you say

“Anythin’ wrong w’that hm?” he leans up close to your ear and puts two of his hands on your shoulders, his tall frame towers over you. He takes a piece of your hair and twirls it in his fingers. It's so intimate that you almost forget you’re walking down a street. You shrug him off again and keep walking. “What’s it gonna take for you to love me?” you stop, realizing he stopped walking where you shrugged him off. You stop walking, your eyes widen, wondering if you heard him correctly. You turn around, hesitantly.

“What?” you ask, looking at him, feeling the most sober you had all night. Not even coke could cover this feeling. 

“Why do you lead me on so much?” he asks, taking strides towards you. You back up slightly. His tall frame is more than slightly menacing, plus you’re scared of anyone on this street seeing you.

“Hobie please, wait for us to get back to our place” now that you think about it, you kind of have been leading him on. You have an apartment together but when you bought it was kind of a last resort. You had nowhere else to stay and he offered to pay for it as long as you guys stayed friends. You had been so lost in your train of thought that you hadn’t even heard Hobie calling your name.

“Ay!” he snaps in your face, looking you in the eyes “you hear what I said luv?” you shake your head. He grabs your shoulders and leans down. He opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out. “Nevermind” he walks in front of you now. Leaving you to trail behind him 

“Hobie!” you call out but his legs have already taken him far in front of you. you feel like shit. Were you really leading him on? You didn’t think so but maybe you were. If you’re being fair you’ve hooked up a few times but it was all initiated by him. I mean sure, you liked it but that was just because you were high or something. He was attractive but you didn’t care much for love. Was it possible to fall in love with someone when you have completely sworn off it? Your heartbeat quickens, you love Hobie. Maybe from the first day you met him. You had barely realized that you were now at your shared apartment. You walk inside and call out Hobie’s name.

“Since y’don’t think that you can lo’ me, i think i’m gonna see myself out” he says, packing some of his things in a duffle bag. You don’t have much stuff in here. “Sorry y/n, I really feel like I love you-” you cut him off with a kiss. This isn’t like your usual kiss, it's passionate and filled with love. 

“No, I'm sorry Hobie” tears start to form in your eyes. “I never meant to lead you on, you know I have a hard time with love”

“So fall in lust w’me hm?” he questions as you smile and bury your head in his chest. Laying on his bed as he holds you close to him. You start to drift off to sleep and he caresses your hair. “Love you y/n” he whispers into your hair. Thinking you can’t hear it but you do and you let a small smile come to your face

#hobie x reader #hobie brown #hobie brown smut #atsv hobie #spiderman #spider punk #Spotify

[the-90s-music-colosseum]

Round 4 Match 15

propaganda below the cut! (massive wall of text warning)

Tracy Chapman:

"I can’t think of anything clever to say because I’m too busy sighing dreamily"

"GUYS ITS FUCKING TRACY CHAPMAN VOTE FOR HER OR ELSE ILL EAT PLAYDOUGH"

"Tracy Chapman made the best song of all time (fast car)"

"ik im the hope sandoval guy but if hope doesn't make it tracy has to she made me realize i was a lesbian i just thought i was bi then i listened to her and now im a lesbian she is powerful she is strength if you looked at her and looked at my art you would see 20 years of inspiration from one single woman"

"she's too good to commit atrocities to me but im the gore guy and you aren't for that. i would let her take out my vocal chords and use them as floss. i would have her saw down my bones to make a vinyl of her music. i would go on all fours and let her slaughter me like a pig. i want to be her cat"

"The most powerful written and performed voice of the 90s. Everyone, of any nationality or belief system, could feel the words Tracy Chapman sang. She gets her dues but deserves even more."

Stephen Malkmus:

"i can't even stand stephen malkmus but there's a very special girl out there who needs this win"

"My perpetually stoned, nonsensical girlfriend...if we don't invent the time machine soon I might die. He's like 6 ft tall so unfortunately I'd be like one of those birds that ride on giraffes and eat bugs out of their fur. And then I'd die in a weed accident during the recording of Wowee Zowee? Before that though I'd spend 25 hrs a day in bed with him. Alright thanks"

"Stephen Malkmus chronically addicted to moaning and gasping in Pavement songs like he’s getting the best dicking down of his life in the back of the tour bus while everyone else is asleep"

"This is the indie-label match, right? Then it has to be Malkmus, he *made* the scene. And he's still releasing excellent music today. He's just the most influential rockstar of the 90s."

"my gay pavement fan uncle gets out of prison tonight and he knows you ratted him out in '06. the only way to make this right is to vote for stephen"

"Pretty please vote for him, my friend loves him and he really wants him to win"

""There were times he refused to speak to his bandmates, pulling a jacket over his head and referring to himself as "the little bitch"." I have also heard him refer to himself as a brat, a queen, a primadonna, a sociopath, and a narcissist. All of these descriptors have made me want to slam him against a wall and turn his neck fun new colors."

"I mean, Pavement is THEE indie band of the 90s. The lowkey snark, Koreaaaa, so much style that it's wasted. And Malkmus is an understated cool rockstar: the hair, the face, Silver Jews! He never ever sold out. He's the 90s."

"the most beautiful man ever he looks like a gorgeous fairytale prince. he has been hot since he emerged on the scene and continues to be so as their reunion tour comes to a close. stephen forever"

"we have to consider the autism swagger. find me a pavement write up that doesn’t spend three paragraphs waxing lyrical on his inability to make eye contact. find me a YouTube comment section that doesn’t have hoards of moms swooning over his flat affect. his refusal to wear anything more formal than a flannel for the first decade of his career? genuinely culturally influential. 30 glorious years of expressionless performances. sunglasses in the dark. so many straight men falling over themselves for him they made a joke about it in the Barbie movie. raw tbh sex appeal. and he’s got a great nose"

"he had a couple of unfortunate haircuts during this period but highkey i would break both of my arms to just be able to make out with him. please vote for SM my life is in danger if you don't"

#most attractive 90s musician #poll #polls #90s music #tournament #tracy chapman #stephen malkmus #pavement

[amethysttribble]

I'm rereading Everlasting Song in honor of the new chapter update (love it great job!!!) and thing I never noticed before: Do people assume that Maglor and Maedhros are lovers? Like Oberyn/Doran and others? As the explanation for why they are so close/devoted to each other? And, I really should have noticed this earlier, are the boys like well known for being super attractive since they are reborn elves which makes them hot and honorable? (With an approx least honorable elf = most honorable man in westeros metric) Is Varys considering this in his hot talented men who have show no interest in women conspiracy??????? (Curufins cute crush aside)

Thank you so much for this ask! It made me laugh so hard, sorry for the late reply.

Haha, yes; quite a few people think Maedhros Tully and Maglor Sand are lovers. I'm not surprised you didn't notice as it's a joke I play with very quietly, but it's there.

It's kinda a common rumor/salacious bit of gossip that's spread around, especially in Renly and Loras's circles and then also Edmure's circle.

Renly tells everyone that they're together (he has no proof of this), Loras maintains that 'perfect lord and knight Maedhros' hasn't 'realized' but does subconsciously return Maglor's feelings, while poor Mags is being strung along.

Littlefinger is also a hateful little gossip, and he actually refutes the rumor, saying he has a DIRECT line to Maedhros, there's no way he has a lover, he'd KNOW. Maedhros would come to him first if he was looking to dally. No no, he's much too uptight.

Meanwhile, Edmure HATES Maglor, because he has a general beef with singers and he's jealous that this random bastard is stealing his brother's time. He also thinks his brother could do much better, Edmure knows very accomplished knights of similar 'inclinations', what's so special about Maglor, anyway?

But after he finds Maedhros weeping on the floor about Maglor's 'death', he's extremely kind and sympathetic. He's goes to Cat and is like, "Here's the deal, sis, our brother's boytoy is dead and he's devasted as only two men bonded homoerotically can be, it’s a warrior’s bond” and Cat's trying to calculate all that in her head with everything she just learned about Maedhros's 'Fin', and suffice to say the two of them have had QUITE the background conversation about Maedhros's love life.

Oberyn and the Sand Snakes USED to think that Maglor was massively in love with Maedhros. Oberyn has tried to have a few conversations with him about it, to say nothing of his sisters, who were annoying about it, haha. But eventually they all got the hint that Maglor isn't lying, he's serious when he says he loves Maedhros as a brother, it's not like that, and also he's not interested in a relationship with anyone, actually.

This was a hard pill for Oberyn to swallow, lol. I think he's still doing the mental calculus about it, actually, but he's reached the 'if you say so' stage of acceptance, where he doesn't get it, but he's not questioning it.

And yes, the boys are all considered quite tall for Westerosi men (tho they certainly aren't their Elven heights) and pretty damn good looking (tho, again, not in an Elven way - their features have been adjusted. If you were to put portraits of the elf boys and the westeros boys next to each other, there'd be a pretty stark difference, even if it would still be obvious they're the same people). I do think the hotness is scaled, tho.

Celegorm 'the Fair' and Maedhros 'Well-Made' were the hot ones in Valinor, and remain such here (once Celegorm was older and knighted and the two of them were traipsing around the Riverlands together, they must have been a dangerous pair to look at, haha), while the rest of the boys are generally above average. But it's not like they're all a bunch of super models.

But Varys is kinda like ??? about the whole thing, because it is a pattern. I don't think he pays too much attention to the women thing, because his notes look like this-

Maedhros - Gay. Sad.

Maglor - ??? Sneaky. Visits brothels but does not buy. (His spy methods remind Varys of himself, so he doesn't think its weird)

Celegorm - Has the Ned Stark Raised Bastard Trauma, is terrified of conceiving.

Caranthir - Slut (Caranthir is interested in women! As mentioned in his last North to South chapter, he's had a handful of 'friends w/ benefits' in the Red Keep who he's gone to third base with; he was really hoping Arianne would take his 'virginity' lol, since there was no threat to her reputation, but alas. Politics.)

Curufin - Crush on Lady Sansa

Amras and Amrod - Nine Years Old

But they do all still clock as weird, as not one of them does the typical Westerosi man thing of going to brothels or participate in that culture. Not even Caranthir. He has consensual relationships with lower status women with clearly communicated boundaries and expectations. I think he might be the most suspicious one all, actually.

Thanks again for this ask!!

#ask #tribble post #everlasting song

[el-moscorrofio-y-el-mercachifle]

I think at this point everyone is familiar with the theories talking about how people are unconsciously attracted to characteristics that remind them of their parents (usually, the one that is of the pposite sex to them), and it's pretty obvious that Gaitán was aware of them, too. There's a whole a scene where the joke is Armando and don Hermes' parallels!

Their similarities are in personality, especially in their treatment of Betty. They are both grumpy men who are often times rude, but they are also incredibly protective of those they love (Betty in this case), which is why she doesn't take to heart their bad temper and knows they never mean to offend her and are always looking for the best for her. They don't tolerate anyone mistreating her-- not even the othsr! Which is ironic considering thwy are both quick to yell at her without realizing.

You could also argue that they share physical characteristics not in the sense that they look alike, but rather that they take similar decisions regarding their appearance. For example, that they both take a lot of care into their apparence and are mostly seen wearing formal clothes, as well as the glasses and that old-fashioned vibe.

I think that's a fact of the novela that we all know and have discussed plenty.

But can we talk about how this same phenomenon manifest in Marcela/Margarita? I saw/made a comment about this recently and can't stop thinking about it!

Their resemblance, in this case, is actually just physical. They have the same haircolor at the beginning, and after Marcela's makeover, she gets the same hair length as Margarita. They also keep their hair straight with curved tips towards their necks.

They are also seen wearing very similar colors-- for example, when Margarita and Roberto come back from London the night before the embargo, both Margarita and Marcela are wearing pastel colors. This is unlike Marcela-- she rarely ever wears such sweet, clear, and soft colors.

This leads me to believe that Marcela tried to LOOK like Armando's ideal woman (in addition, she is almost completely what he described as "perfect woman" when using the Oracle of Goddesses-- tall, slim, dhoulder lenght dark heair and non-brown eyes), but she wasn't truly it because she never actually put in practice Margarita's advice: to be Armando's peace. Betty, on the other hand, truly was.

In other words, Gaitán was incredibly clever writing Marcela's character. She is everything one would think is perfect for Armando, down to the whole "parents characteristics" theories-- but their perfection was skin depth!

#analysis of ysblf #betty ysblf #marcela valencia #armando mendoza #margarita ysblf #ysblf #yo soy betty la fea #beatriz pinzón #betty la fea

[ill-skillsgard]

What’s your favorite movie/show from a each of the Skarsgards?

Ouuu, well some of these might be obvious, but I'll try not to write a novel about how much I love the Skarsgards in almost everything! Let us start with the king. Our beautiful, perfect, hilarious and talented Bill... AKA the man of my dreams. AKA Horror Daddy. AKA the most gorgeous man who has or ever will exist. This is such a hard choice, but I have to credit his role as Pennywise as what introduced him to me, or rather, what got me HOOKED. Bill cemented himself in the horror genre as a God with this role. Not only that, but both chapters of the film are some of the best horror that has ever been done, period. I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for IT. Honorable mentions goes to Villains because Mickey was sooo devastatingly charming and Bill was made for the role. I'd say Castle Rock too but then I might as well list everything he has ever done both big and small because I just love him in everything, always.

Now, onto my sweet baby Valter. Historically, I have rejected anyone's negative opinions about my BEAUTIFUL BOY and will continue to do so until the day I die. Okay, he's a bit of a brat, he's not as well-known as his father or brothers, but he is my 2nd favourite Skarsgard (sometimes in my brain he is number 1.) Valter Odd Skarsgard has this voice that narrates my fantasies, and lips I dream of often. So tall, mmph. So gorgeous! That smile, oh my GOD. My underrated man.

Valter dropped a nuke on me with his role as Faust in Lords of Chaos. This movie means more to me than the fact that Valter is in it. The story itself and the period of metal music in Scandinavia has always been on my radar, and then Valter shows up as my ACTUAL type and ruins me. Do I think Faust is a good guy? No. Do I think that Valter with long black hair, a leather jacket and a bullet belt is the most attractive thing on the face of the earth? Yes. Great film, directed by the legendary Jonas Akerlund... What could be better?

Now, when it comes to Gustaf Skarsgard, I feel like I cannot choose between Merlin and Floki. Both have such chaotic energy. Both were so well-played. Then there's the short film he did with his father, directed by Bill and Landon Liboiron. HE IS A SHAPESHIFTER. So talented. So handsome. Ugh, just ridiculously gifted in the art of acting. But I have to give it to Merlin because I have never wanted to be on an alcoholic wizard before. Would I rewatch Cursed over Vikings? I don't know. Would I watch a standalone series of Merlin? YES. Would I watch a standalone series about Floki? ALSO YEAH. Tough decisions here. Ahhh, give me that silly wizard man. I want him! Cursed was great and they were wrong to cancel it!

Then of course, there's Alexander. A Golden God. As talented as he is attractive. This one is very hard because he's been in a lot of really good shows and films that I love. I wanted to pick his role in Zoolander because I think it's one of the best comedy bits I have ever seen (ORANGE MOCHA FRAPPUCINOS) but I can't do him like that. I think I would have to go with Randall Flagg in The Stand, not only because it's another Stephen King adaptation with another Skarsgard, but because he annhilated that role and looked so damn good doing it. And also BEARD (idc if it's fake, he looks great.)

Now, Papa Skars is a TOUGH one to pick, but I have to go with Dune. Idk if it's because of Stellan that his boys can play evil pricks so well, but the Baron is like next level shit. He is so talented. I went over half my life not even realizing he's been in so many movies I've watched. But in recent times, since the Skarsgards have been on my radar, Dune knocked it outtttt and Stellan was a huge part of that. Thank you Papa Skars, for helping create your beautiful sons and unleashing them upon the world.

This could have been a lot shorter but oh well. My mens deserve all the shout outs. Thanks for asking! ❤️

#bill skarsgård #valter skarsgård #gustaf skarsgård #alexander skarsgård #stellan skarsgard #it chapter one #it chapter two #lords of chaos #cursed #vikings #the stand #randall flagg #dune #The Baron

[cowboyjen68]

Hi Jen, and hello every butch reading this. I need your help.

I don't know where to begin, this has veen a problem for me for almost a decade now. I've followed you (Jen) for a few years now, and you're a very comforting figure to my brain, so I was hoping you and possibly others could help me out a bit. If not answers, then some good advice, open mindedness, patience, and possibly links to resources and helpful places. I've wanted to reach out to older butches and such about my issues with gender for a while, because I've flipped between a few and always have my mind coming back to butch in some form or another. Whether I act on it between each circle back or not, it stays.

I came out as some flavor of trans around 13, and then moved towards binary FtM around 14 or 15, which is when I met my first partner ever. I've had a ton of jumps back to being just kind of butch but in a weird middle butch state of not lesbian, not ftm, not anything but butch. I grew up in the midwest for 10 years (starting at 10,) and came out as a lesbian at 11 or 12. Regardless of how I was identifying in highschool, I was bullied and catcalled as a lesbian my whole childhood, seen as a d/ke, called it, I got the worst of it all, had girls try to kick my ass and dudes try to "turn me." I hung out with the fem cishet alt girls half my height and half my weight, carried them around, I was the ugly tall bitch that protected them. Had a wicked shaved head, wearing mens clothes handmedown, mens boots, brought a swiss army knife everywhere and my own wallet and housekeys. Getting pencils thrown at my head, smoking weed in the girls room, forced to change in the gender neutral stall for gym cause the school didnt know what to do with me. Guys would honk as they went past and shout dyke at me, so I started trying to blend in with highlighter shirts and jeans etc. Typical midwestern shit. I feel that despite now living as a man, i had the lived experience since a very young age (even before moving to the midwest,) of a butch. I am now fully living life as a cis man, stealth, and dating an amazing queer trans dude whose possibly genderfluid, and also very fem. He also identified as a lesbian for a long time and experienced a lot of toxicity there, and was nonbinary in his past, and I met him when he was agender and queer. He's amazing, I'm going to marry him, and he's everything I love in a partner. Feminine, went to cosmetology school, pretty nails, chubby, likes to bake and shop and wants to cook me steak, wants me to carry his stuff and his groceries, calls me his scary dog privleges, wants to scratch my sideshave. He realized he was trans and came out after we met, and I've been his biggest support against everything else, and I always will be. I love him, I'm attracted to him and he's the only person i ever have been. So I dont think I qualify anymore as a butch, despite using the term and being a butch for so many years. I was a butch, I still feel it even if I'm not really into many people at all including women (also on the aro/ace spectrum haha), but now I'm a man, I have a beard, I have a boyfriend I will never leave, who knows how I feel and loves me and we both know no matter where we end up gender wise or sexuality wise that pretty much me and him are it, and if it contradicts, who gives a shit, yknow?

My dating history has always been feminine nbs, feminine trans boys, and femme lesbians. I have never dated a masculine cis man, masculine nb, anyone masculine at all. For lack of better terms due to my situation, I have always been butxh4femme and at least masc4fem. I have always been the guardian and gentle giant of my fem partners, I also am mostly a stone butch due to sexual trauma and asexuality. Due to my aroace-ness, I've also hardly dated literally anyone lmao! Maybe 3 people longterm and seriously in my entire 21 years. This is getting really long, and I'll be honest, I've been yelled out of all communities I've been in for being so damn complicated. I'm scared I'll hurt mt partner and he'll feel I don't see him as he is, I'm scared I'll hurt lesbians despite living and growing as one most of my life, I'm scared I'll hurt me by identifying as butch because I feel like I'll have to detransition. I also kinda look fuck ugly without a beard nowadays, cause lord knows I've shaved that shit fullon twice now because of this exact issue.

I want to be called sir, and I love being on T. I hate getting a period, and my bottom dysphoria is agonizing, but I probably wont get bottom surgery. I want to not be catcalled. I want to get top surgery eventually, and maybe I don't want a full beard. I wanna cut all the sleeves off my shirts again and get some sexy workboots and jeans. I know I want my pretty femboy boyfriend on my arm forever, I don't care how he ends up identifying or me either, and to see him wear his dress on our wedding day. I want to be butch but still be seen as a man, but I don't think I'm allowed because so many people have shit on me for it and said I'm not. But I still wear my keys on my belt. I still lift the heavy shit, emotionally or physically, every day for him. I still do my role, I still protect the people around me. But I don't want people to look at me when I say butch and assume me or my boy are women, out of respect for him and me too.

Advice needed, please, anybody that's willing to help me and help me find my path. It's been so back and fourth so long. Thank you.

- R

i am sorry for taking so long. Fall is a very busy season with all my jobs ramping up and getting ready for winter on the homestead.

Your writing was a lot to absorb and I admit I read it several times and had to come back because it weighed on my emotions and heart heavily. I was driving tractor last night so I had lot of thinking time. I went over in my head how you much feel, how I could possibly answer this with any coherant advice or even just some comforting words.

You are only 21, my advice if you were my child (i have 3--25 year olds, a 22 year old and a 16 yo), would be to slow your roll. 3 serious relationships by 21 is a lot. At a time when we are sort of socially and mentally programmed to be free and using our energy to exlplore our individuality you were putting efforts into maintaining viable relationships with other people who were probably also trying to figure themselves out. I was 23 before I even had one serious relationship and i was probably still NOT ready for it.

When we never live a single life or a life on our own it becomes hard to separate who we are from our partner. It is normal to bounce off of each other and to both want badly to share the same values, identity and interestes EVEN if as individuals those things might never have lined up.

I am NOT a therapist nor can I possibly know you or your exact feelings, I can only go by what you told me. When I am asked for advice I am honest but kind, go from my experiences and or those stories I have been told by friends. Sometimes what I say is NOT what you want or expected to hear. That is okay. You can take what I say or leave it. Or use what helps, ignore what doesn't . So here it goes.

My point about you both meeting young,and thus relying on each other to work on your individuality comes into play here. You are both, I am guessing around 21. Neither of you have had any time to forge exactly who you are. Stastically what are the chances of two women who both lived as a lesbian meeting after you transitioned  and the partner ALSO being trans but not coming out until AFTER the fact. Until after the relationship has progessed.? Speaking in terms of how many trans people are in the population that feels like quite a statistical anomally. What are the chances? Now I suck and math and I know the percentage of any given population in the LGBT+  community as compared to greater society seems sketchy, based on shitty research and at best a bad guess. It just gives me a bit of pause and might give you some food for thought, a chance to think over outside influence vs life long dysphoia or other factors. 

 I preface this by saying I can in no way know you or your partner or pasts or any actual feelings, only what you have told me. I appreciate your stark honesty and your willingness to admit you are struggling. Reaching out is hard even as an anon. Is it in any way possible your partner was influenced heavily by wanting badly to share your life, your values, to feel more inline with you and to feel more close to you and to solidify the relationship in a space that she perceives as more comfortable to you. OR perhaps even your friend group?  

You talk aboout pressure from all sides to be this or be that and if you are a trans man I am sure she was getting not too subtle pressure to not use lesbian even though she was maybe just fine with that, it felt right. There is a vicious push from inside the house to tell people how to describe their sexuality and relationship when it is no one’s business. Others feel uncomfortable when two people live their lives as they see fit and don’t rely on how people perceive them to be happy. It makes some people nuts  in fact. 

To your concern about detransitioning or not or what makes you happy. I know detransitioners and they slide just fine back into the lesbian community they used to have or they have found their own new lesbians friend group. It is not impossible. At many events I have been to in my life, women’s festivals included, there were tans men there who lived soley as men outside the protective walls of women spaces but were happy to be seen as women within the safety of the limited time and space of the event. You can find community among lesbian no matter how you land, it just takes a little bravery and ultimately being okay with yourself. 

I am not going to tell you it is easy no matter the path you choose. Reidentifying as a woman with a full beard and staying on T is never going to be as easy as just saying “I am THIS “. You would have to spend time coming back out, explaining etc until such a time you formed a community who knows you and understands your past. 

Everything you described that you love is everything I love about being butch, I am short, 5′3 so I didn’t experience some things like you have as tall woman in high school, BUT I was definitely clocked as a lesbian even with great effort to be seen has just wearing “typical midwestern shit”. My entire wardrobe was T shirts, sweatshirts, jeand and tennis shoes. I gave up my beloved cowboy boots because others said they made me “look even more like a boy” and in the 1980′s I tranlated that to “butch lesbian” even if I did not have those words. I knew damn well what they were inferring.  

I also know lesbians who take T and remain in the lesbian community, they just feel they need to pass more as men in the larger world for their peace of mind, safety, job, whatever. So deciding that lesbian and butch is right for you does not mean you can’t continue to utilize tools that help you to feel okay. 

This is getting a bit long and I will admit I am unendingly biased, I have never denied that and don’t hide the fact that I think being a butch lesbian is wonderful. GIven all the factors and insecurities you have shared with me being a butch seems like the path of least resistance. Cutting back on T, not constantly worrying about “am I or am I not” and getting back to the basics of what you seemed to understand as you were coming out, before there was transitioning on your table. EVEN in the face of bullying and knowing being a lesbian was not desirable to the outside world you could not escape it and you came out. Perhaps because when you can’t escape you meet something head on and embrace it since that pulls power from the outsiders. 

When you and your partner are alone, away from all others. In the safety of you bed, talking softly and about your day or your plans tomorrow, the world gets no say. You both know that is true in your hearts and please don’t let those in the world, in our own community poison that with pressure and accusations. DO NOT give them control of  your heart, of your love. 

Best of luck and butch hugs to you.

#butch #femme #trans man #love #pressure #lesbian

[theharddeck]

What sports did the dagger squad play during hs/college?

oh my gosh another great one!! okay so i set this in high school bc i was a three-sport kid and i have no context for collegiate athletics beyond attending football games

so the obvious one is Nat and lacrosse, right? she's been team captain since sophomore year, she is absolutely ferocious on the field, and each year, she takes the insecure freshman under her wing and makes them a personalized workout plan to make sure they're as strong as they can be. she picks out the uniform designs in colors that flatter everyone on the team, she's coordinating snack schedules with team moms, and on the bus home from away games she's quietly doing her homework in the back row

Bob is a swimmer is this because i'm a swimmer so it's what i pick shhhh no. it's a compete-with-yourself sport, it's one where the goal is to best your own time, not physically restrain someone else. to me, bob is also built like a swimmer, like he's more sleek/lean than bulky, and it's never a worry about his glasses bc it's a no contact sport. he has no idea half the girl's team is in love with him, always deck changing near him, or asking him to be their lap counter during the distance events.

Adjacently, Javy did water polo is this because i also did water polo and was in love with a man who looked like Greg who played on the boys' team shhhh also no, obviously . if you've been around water polo boys, you know--they are pretty, they are built, they are a little messy, they are a little stupid. i say this with love. they're kind guys, they're guys who know how stupidly attractive they are, and have you seen the man's hands?? built for polo, and that is all i will say for staying G-rated.

in the same way Javy has a water polo vibe, Bradley has a volleyball vibe. It's a chill sport, it's also custom made for hot, tall, men, and I think he'd fall into it and be accidentally good at it. I think he'd allso be extra conscious of Carole's fear of contact sports, so he'd stay away from football and soccer and basketball. I can see him always having a volleyball in his backseat, and when he's at the beach, it always comes out to rally back and forth with a couple of guys.

I think Mickey did everything, he genuinely loves being on a team. Football in the fall, wrestling in the spring, lacrosse in the spring, I think he's annoyingly good at anything. he has a good awareness of where everything and everyone is, he has great reactions, but it's his attitude that everyone really appreciates, like he's always positive and encouraging and he's a solid team member. side note, i'm pretty sure mickey was homecoming king, and it absolutely blindsided him because he just thought everyone had as many friends as he did.

Reuben is track and field, all the way. he does basketball when it's in season, because he's tall and the coach literally begged him, but he loves distance running. he loves that it's just you in your head, that it's mental after a point, that it's just your body and a track, and that you're competing with yourself. he could've gone to college for it; got a couple good scholarships, but he wanted to keep it as a hobby on the side, and focused on the academy anyways.

this is a curveball, but i really see Jake as not doing sports? like the man is a perfectionist--he's not about to be the one who fumbles and costs the team a goal (or worse: be benched during the pivotal play??) i see him in middle school trying out for things, realizing he could do any of the things but probably not be The Best, and deciding to focus on school. so he's a nerd, but he studies at home/plays it off like he's not trying, and gets really into working out bc he likes how it makes him look. so he's probably at the gym with the football guys before school, working out with them, but he doesn't play on a team or anything

#dagger headcanons #natasha phoenix trace #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote macado #reuben payback #robert bob floyd #reuben payback fitch #mickey fanboy garcia #misskielanswers #misskielrambles

[btssmutficslovingfan01]

Aren’t You Pathetic?

⇗ Summary:  𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚...𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙.

⇗ Genre: Smut and Angst

⇗ Words: 1.4k

⇗ Pairing: Jin x Reader

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“How do I look?” I looked at my friend as she pursed her lips in dissatisfaction. I know that look, it’s the same look my parents gave me when I told them that I didn’t want to pursue a doctorate. I shrugged her off regardless, continuing to brush the setting powder all over my bruises. I didn’t want anyone to think Seokjin was hurting me on purpose, but accidents happen often. 

Sometimes he lets his hand slip, other times an expensive knife. Yet, he’s the only one allowed to touch me. Being the son of the mafia boss, he’s already stressed enough about the expectations that come with taking over his father’s empire. I somehow stumbled upon that world by accident. I ran into him one time and it was just...love at first sight. He asked me out and I accepted. Little did I know that would be the start of something crazy.

After taking me to an expensive restaurant and paying the bill, I suspected something was off. All the people around us were quiet, too quiet. It was like the entire world was parting like the red sea just for us. It took me a moment to realize it, it was as if I had stumbled into the middle of a movie. An attractive, rich young man only a few years older than me was definitely connected to the mafia. He told me on the fourth date. We took our time getting to know each other, and everything was calm before I heard a gunshot. Suddenly he was pulling me under the table and I heard glass shattering. I felt my heartbeat in my toes and as I panted I could hear everything that Seokjin was saying amplified.

“Hey, look at me. I need you to get out of here. I’ll call you when I’m safe again, okay?” That was the first red flag. He was calm, holding my shoulders steady and looking at me with concern in his eyes. He was genuinely worried about me as I nodded, dashing out the door and expecting to never see him again. As he looked back at me, I felt my heart jump back up to my ribcage and back to my feet again. 

I watched as he pointed a gun straight at the sniper and shot him down with one bullet. I realized one thing and that was that he never missed. Even though that night was terrifying for me, being with Seokjin was thrilling. He was an interesting person on his own and the fact that he was in the mafia just made it all the more exciting. Perhaps I have a lust for danger, or maybe I’m just straight up stupid but I craved it. I wanted to meet him again.

After no contact with him for two weeks straight, I started losing hope. Suddenly all the other men became boring and the only person I had on my mind was Seokjin. His tall, hot physique, his pink, pouty, kissable lips and his straight, brown hair that elegantly showed his forehead, making him appear more refined as he was already hunky to begin with. I continued putting my effort into my looks and my diet, making sure I looked good when the time came for me to see Seokjin again.

That’s when I ran into him again, on the way back from work one day. He was wearing sunglasses and a beige trench coat but his bodyguard made him way too noticeable. He had also dyed his hair blonde. I never imagined he could pull off platinum blonde, but here he was, looking more handsome than ever.

“Is this really happening?” I touched his arms as he untucked them from his pocket, and he looked around as if someone was coming to take me away.

“Not here. Who knows where they’ll strike next? Come with me.” He grabbed my hand and led me away from the crowded road to a more suspicious looking location.

“Where are we going?” I started feeling twisting in my gut but as we locked eyes, I felt calm again. He stayed silent as he led me there and when we went into the unlocked warehouse, I saw all of his henchmen standing in a line as Jin sat down at a table in the middle, urging me to sit down too.

“I normally don’t get close with women because many of them might be spies sent to kill me so I wanted to make sure I could trust you first before we made things official.” I was a little lost when he started talking, his lips just looked so delectable, but he also never asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend before. We’d never talked about it. We were dating but we didn’t have any titles, right?

“Okay, shoot,” You saw his bodyguard start to pull the trigger before he waved him off. “I mean, uh, bad phrasing. Don’t shoot, please.”

“Where do you work?”

“Random Jeans.”

“What do you know about the mafia?”

“You’re a part of it.”

“If you found out I was going to die would you attempt to save me?” His last question got me. What did he mean by “attempt?’ Were there girls that would actually walk all over his gorgeous ass rather than pick him up when he needed it the most?

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” He answered me with a grin.

We’ve been inseparable ever since. After he questioned me, we started dating again, in more private settings. Seokjin was okay with sending his guards away so we could be alone, he told me things that he hadn’t told another soul. The man trusted me more than his father. I had even given him a nickname “Cupcake” because he’s an actual sweetheart behind the facade he puts on as the mafia leader’s son.

After one steamy night in particular, Seokjin made the first move. He showed me his tattoos on his back and as my fingers made contact with his skin, he shivered and we quickly made our way to the bed, fully naked with our limbs entangled. After that night, he just got progressively rougher each time in the bedroom. Not that I didn’t mind, he was absolutely godlike in the sheets.

Then, one day, he hit me. I remember holding my cheek and crying, yelling at him as he apologized and said it was an accident. And then I told him I needed time and walked away for a while. That was our first fight. I could tell he regretted it immediately after but then...things just kept going South from there. As I fell more deeply in love with him, the more twisted he became. He started putting off dates and only beckoning me to come to the bedroom with him. Then sometimes, he would wrap his hands around my neck, fucking me with no mercy. My body was abused, bruised, and it was all this man’s fault.

He stopped kissing me for a while too, at some point even going for two rounds and then falling asleep. No aftercare, nothing. Now my face had healed quite a bit, but there was still a bruise painting one quarter of my cheek. My friend knew there was something going on but she didn’t understand that Jin is it for me. I want him and if this is the only way I can have him, then I’ll gladly take this chance. 

“There you are,” He greeted me with a prolonged, open-mouthed kiss. We basically made out in front of his henchmen but I didn’t give a shit. “I wanted to ask you if you’re ready to do something for me.”

“Like what?” I felt something in my gut, the uneasy feeling was back.

“I want you to kill someone for me.” Oh my god. 

“What?” I was appalled, what was my boyfriend asking of me?

“Someone is trying to kill me so I want you to sneak up behind them and take them out...permanently.” 

“Jin, this isn’t some sort of game. Killing another human being has consequences. Unless you’re in the mafia. Which I’m not.”

“I’m the big boss, sweetheart. Luckily for you, I’m all the way at the top. I assure you, there will be no consequences.” 

He lied. 

“P-Please don’t do this.” I begged as he cocked the gun at me. kim

“Sorry sweetheart, it’s part of the business. I need to take you out...permanently.” He blamed me for the leak and now we’re here. I’m sure he’ll pull the trigger. There’s no doubt with how cold and glassy his eyes are. The man I knew once is long gone.

“Why did I have to fall in love with a gangster?”

Bang.

#bts ff #bangtan #jin #kim seokjin #bts ksj #bts x reader #BTS jin #bts smut #bts fic #hyunglinenetwork

[torturedgod]

cuties... i finally drew waylen (brown hair), nette's eccentric boyfriend. these two are rather strained, but tend to love eachother anyway. who... are they. im going to quickly blab about them if you don't mind.

waylen (last name birch) is 23, he's from the sorts of deep-south. he's loud and cocky and... arguably it makes him quite attractive, despite his chopped hair. nette, however, finds it rather endearing. waylen has muscle, yet, he rarely would say he's strong. which is only funny when you come to realize he very much so IS. during a bout in which his cockiness drives him to do something involving his body. he's not outrageously tall, yet he's definitely taller than nette; he is 5'9". he's perfectly average in a way nette adores. also he owns a baby goat called parsely. what... are baby goats called?

nette... so, nette is not at all his real name. his name is aloysius (last name weston. his birthname is abigail, it has never been legally changed.) he is 20 or so. marionette, where the nickname of "nette" comes from, is given to him due waylen thinking he looks like a puppet. although, it was never much of a compliment. nette is quiet and solemn, yet confident, be he's in the presence of someone he trusts. he's also got quite a bit of... love to give. blatantly he's really fucking lonely and has never been loved nor touched in a way like he has being with waylen. nette is afab and has been on hrt for a...good while, however he wouldn't particularly find comfort in identifying as a transgender man. this is only for one big reason: he doesn't feel the need to be described as transgender. he'd rather just be seen as him. who he is. he doesn't care and finds any label very uncomfortable. with that personal belief, there is nothing wrong with being outward and prideful of who you are. in turn, using any label you like. some people don't like labels. sorrrrrrry. anyway, nette is like 5'2" and has the body of a baby tree. but, somehow he's still got anger strength and its genuinely terrifying.

that's all for now, im sure i'll ramble more about these two soon. lately i've not had the energy to get up and use my pc and tablet to draw. so, i've been using autodesk on a rather outdated samsung tablet... hehe. i drew these two kissing because i think love is cute. and being able to express how two characters love eachother makes ME happy. to think i can cope with my own earth-shattering loneliness by drawing two, arguably problematic, gay men kissing could make me feel a little less dogass.

BYE ♡♡♡

this artwork on inst.

this artwork on twt.

#torturedgod #torturuart #art #digital art #oc #digital painting #original character #digital illustration #southern gothic #gothic #gay #gay oc

[snailsrneat]

Hello, i stumbled across your match up event and was wondering if i caould get one from you.

Well, for my looks I have Blonde hair that comes to my shoulders, my skin is an ivory colour, more pale cause ive been told i look like a ghost, i have green eyes and i stand about 5'5" tall, i dress either grunge or emo(as ive been told) and i look kinda gay(which im Panromantic).

My basic interest are Horror(Games, books, movies) and Art, and my specific ones are vegetation and Bugs(When ever i see these types of things in nature, i will stop and staire to look at its beauty)

How i would describe myself is that im one of those grumpy old men in the movies that turned bitter after he lost his wife and just wants to be left alone, im stand off-ish, im not a fan of people, and i prefer to stay inside by myself, i dont really trust people due to past experiences, though there are very few people that can break my shell, one of them being the person im in love with.

I would say my celebrity crush(well not really crush but i love his character) is charlie heaton, i dont know why, but im in love with his character from shut in(2016), Stephen was just*chefs kiss*, and also Jonathan Byers from Stranger things.

My Favourite drink is tea, mainly fruit or green, and favourite food is ice cream, though i find it disgusting when people sit there and just eat the whole carton.

My zodiac is Aquarius, and my MBTI is ISTP

Bye and have a good day/night!

You have been matched up with...

Kalim Al-Asim

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Say it with me now everyone,

OPPISITES ATTRACT.

No but seriously Kalim is one of the most persistent little rays of fuckin' sunshine put there.

If you think for one second he isn't going to try his damn hardest to break you out of your shell you are dead wrong.

You guys go on nature walks all the time, and almost every single time one of you guys bring back some big ass bug.

Which, you know, Jamil hates.

Expect to forever be on Jamils shit-list cause of that.

If it wasn't for the bugs tho Jamil really mind your company in Scarabia.

Back to Kalim tho, he always tries to make you socialize with someone besides him.

Always ends up failing unfortunately, but baby steps are important.

He tried watching a horror movie with you once, never again.

He was haunted by night mares for a week.

But you guys love drawing together, occasionally using each other as references.

You guys probably met that way too.

You guys got sat next to each other and you just started drawing whilst listening to the lecture.

Kalim saw your beautiful artwork and couldn't help but bug you on how good it looked.

His presence made you really uncomfortable and he was eventually able to realize that after a couple meetings.

That's when he decided to take things slow.

He began to act much more chill and touchy when around you. Even going as far as to not show as much emotion when he got excited.

This eventually led to him gaining your trust after months work of effort and decided to confess his feelings to you.

Which you obviously accepted of course.

If I could give you guys a name I'd call you guys the opposite day couple.

#Twst #twst matchup #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #Match up #kalim al asim

[spartanburger]

1, 13, 34, 35 >=3

(from this set of questions)

#1 Virgin: Nope, I've had sex One (1) time.

#13 Biggest turn ons: I answered this in the last ask but I think I rambled a bit too much. My mind is tripping on a (arbitrary?) distinction between sexual turn-ons and romantic ones.

The biggest heart-boner I've gotten was from late night talks, where both of us are eepy and no longer really making sense but refusing to end the call and finally go to sleep because we still want to hear each other / be around each other. It's one of those things you don't realize you need when you haven't been in a relationship and now it's a deep and undying yearning.

For sexual turn-ons, physical touch and body to body contact, kissing, oral (giving more than receiving).

#34 What I find attractive in women: God there's so much it's hard to pick just a few. I like smart weird girls with hyperfixations, I like nerdy introverted grills with glasses and freckles and baggy clothes, but I also like tall fit girls who could bench me, extroverts who drag me out of my shell to go do things I would normally never think of doing on my own. I like creative girls who make things (art, or other things), especially when we can be creative together. I like girls who can handle their own things and offer to help, but I also like failwomen who need help. I love girls with short hair, but long hair can be so beautiful. I love it when myself and someone else are able to be better, more alive people, together. But none of that matters if they don't have kindness in their hearts. I'm sorry you could be a 10/10 smokeshow but your politics matter and if you're a conservative woman, sorry, but fuck off plz.

#35 What I find attractive in men: I'm not sexually attracted to men (not even slightly, sorry, it does nothing for me in that way) but there are some men out there who just radiate a kind of "I need to be friends with this person" energy. A lot of it is in the face - there's a way men can smile sometimes that just beams and it's so good. Like dude okay with a smile like that we need to hang out sometime. Also anyone who is creative in any way is immediately interesting to me. Kinda like with women though, you have to be kind. I have no room in my heart for people who aren't kind to others and humanity.

#thanks for enabling anon #it's pretty clear you're in love with me

[perplexedflower]

Debito Fluff Alphabet - [B]eauty

Fandom: La storia della Arcana Famiglia.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Debito x Female Reader.

Type: Fluff Alphabet.

B) Beauty: What he admires in you/what he thinks is beautiful about you.

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Debito finds each and every part of you beautiful: he loves you wholly, and he loves everything about you. Of course, this starts with your body; with your curves he finds hypnotizing, with your legs he loves to caress, with the smooth skin of your arms, your slim, gentle fingers, your shoulders he loves to rub, and above all else, your face and all its features, each of them more beautiful than the others to him. He also finds attractive your body language, your posture, the way you walk, your facial expressions, your voice, even down to the way you talk; and especially the way you talk when you are around him. He never gets tired of how beautiful you become when in his company, even more beautiful than usual. He loves the way your voice changes when addressing him, the way your skin turns red at the contact of his body against yours, the way your eyes spark when you look at him, the way your body twists when held by his strong hands; he simply finds you the most beautiful woman in all of Regalo, and finds you especially beautiful when you are in love with him. But Debito is not of those men who stop at exterior beauty, he sees beyond the physique, beyond appearances, and finds your mind and spirit just as beautiful as your body. He admires the way you think, the morals you hold strongly, the things you believe in, your mental strength, your willpower, and as a whole, the way your mind works. He could listen to you talk for hours, whether it is to talk business or of trivial things, but either way, in those moments, he always reminds himself of how intelligent you are, of how good of a businesswoman you are, and of how lucky he is to have found you and claimed you before any other men could. To Debito, you are beauty incarnate, everything a woman could and should be, everything he could have ever hoped for: and he never hesitates to let you know, praising your beauty every day.

Mini Scene

I looked in front of me, at the colorful blooming flowers, at the perfectly well-trimmed bushes, at the water of the fountain flowing down, at the bright blue sky, at the drifting white clouds; and I breathed in the fresh air that enveloped all of the garden, all of nature around me, as the manor stood tall and proud behind my back. It was relaxing, peaceful, quiet. Almost too quiet.

Only then did I realize Debito was keeping quiet, not speaking a word, which I knew was unusual for him. When I turned my head to look at him, to make sure nothing was wrong with him, I was instantly faced with his face, with his eye, which was staring straight at me, straight at my face, which led my cheeks to redden slightly.

"Debito... Is everything alright?" I asked as I titled my head just a little.

His expression was deep, full of emotion, soft yet passionate, but it did not seem there were any traces of any kinds of negative emotions, much to my relief.

"What are you thinking about?" I added, my head still tilted to the side.

"You." He answered in a suave tone of voice and with a smile, just as charming.

The blush on my cheeks spread out to the rest of my face.

"I'm thinking about how beautiful you look, how beautiful you are." He continued as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You look so gorgeous today, just as gorgeous as you always do. To sit here, in the garden with you, I look around me and then I turn to you, and your beauty simply blends with that of nature. It's as though you are one with the bliss of this place."

I grew bashful, my face now hot with blush, and looked away from his gaze in a shy gesture.

"Debito..."

Before I could fully divert my eyes from him to hide away my shyness, I felt his right hand reach my face, holding my chin in between his thumb and his index finger, before it made my head turn back to him. There was love in his eye, love like no other.

"I mean it, amore. To me, you are the most beautiful flower in this garden."

#debito #debito x reader #debito x you #debito fanfiction #debito fanfictions #debito fluff alphabet #debito fluff alphabets #debito imagine #debito imagines #arcana famiglia #arcana famiglia fanfiction #arcana famiglia fanfictions #arcana famiglia fluff alphabet #arcana famiglia fluff alphabets #arcana famiglia imagine #arcana famiglia imagines #female reader #perplexedflower

[xoteajays]

My preference in men chances. But I'm an extremist... Either the men I'm interested in are either violent savages, romantic sweethearts and ice kings. There is never the in between personalities with these guys. But one thing they have in common is that they're violent, tendencies range from fist fights to murder. I love men who can fight, or even kill, if the situation requires it. The protectiveness attracts me to them.

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No! That's a different scene. But the confetti scene is from an episode before the Carrie scene episodes later. Both scenes are funny though.

And there is a canonical queer character in the series. But.. He's really a completely cunt who so deserved everything that happened to him. That's just my opinion though.

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Oh! Hostel. That's my fault.. I didn't really realize that I spelled the title wrong last time. Then you won't like The Sadness. So you do not have to watch that movie then. Which is fine. The Sadness is a gory movie.

Who? Oh! Iko Uwais. Yeah.. I guess that I enjoy him as an actor, since I have seen quite a few of his work. And Joe Taslim is also in two of the movies too. They worked together a lot. Maybe because they're really martial artists who are in these action movies. Which is so fine by me.

Surprisingly, he's not one of the actors I'm not attracted to. But I have to say the short man knows how to fight though. So credit for that.

I'm thinking about watching Little Women. Maybe not at the moment though, but I can say that it might be a maybe from me. Because I've found out Joong-ki has a cameo in one of the episodes, and you have also wanted me to see some of Wi Ha-joon's work. I blame Vincenzo.

Actually I have already been trying to search for more work of Joong-ki (Vincenzo), Do-hwan and Sang-yi (Bloodhounds). Because why not see more talent from these pretty men. You can ignore me whenever.

Do you have Tubi? Because you can watch Masters Of Horror on that channel, app, whatever. Both seasons should be listed on the app.

Wait.. What? What about documentaries? I'm confused now.

Yes! Mainly their hairstyles. But something about the features, even a little, seemed like that could pass as relatives if they actually did have roles together. Maybe we'd be lucky to have them work together? But who knows.. If they do work together, hopefully in action roles then.

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Exactly! Either you're petty enough to kick a sick man when he would be down - literally, or you are afraid enough to have a group of people to jump this man when he's down. Nikaido's a cunt for any outcome.

That's how I imagined them dying. If they ever did kill Eri and anyone who was sick in Nameless, euthanizing them with drugs until they've died is there 'humane' way of letting them die. Besides car accidents.

Do you think Takeshi would have let Shion back into the family? Since you never see him again. Except in one scene after he left the city.

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You can have any headcanon you want. If that's what you believe then that's all that matters then. I don't care enough about the Ichigo Girls. Except when bitching about them, bitching about their horrible types of men their attracted to. Because they're still really stupid that way.

My Orange character is five feet tall, maybe even barely five feet tall if I'm being honest. You know.. "She may be small, but she is fierce."

Apparently our ships with Cobra are short women. I'm fine with that... Because that seems funny to me for some reason. I don't know why.

Maybe Murayama learns not to underestimate women, Rocky's really scolding at Murayama for underestimating how strong women are.

I can't lie. The only person I recognized was Ayaka Miyoshi.. I actually recognized her name. But I had to do some research on the others.

And I might be biased about Ayaka being Hiroto's love interest, when comparing to the other girls. But you choose your own face claims.

You're going with school uniforms? Well.. That makes sense since any Oya boys you see are wearing uniforms, same with most schools too.

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I've done bad things. Some things I would rather not mention, but the things I did were never what people have been lately. None of.. that...

And my punishments varied on what I did. Either a timeout, slap on a wrist, or maybe grounded. Depends on the severity of my crimes that I did. Crimes as in actions, not actual crimes. Not always. Anyway.

If it makes you feel any better, I'm a complete disappoint for everyone in my family. And I'm an only child. Which makes the situation worse.. My parents are bipolar. One day they'll believe in one thing, then they would believe in something else the next day. Completely whiplash.

My mother... The best way I can explain my mother, she is considered The Devouring Mother type of mother. That archetype is what she is.

Everything has been worse for humanity now.

mood. my preferences are a lil all over the place too. sometimes i’ll watch something thinking i’ll get attached to one character and then end up liking a different character more.

i do love a good fight-y man tho. fight scenes are so good!

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yea i’m a lil more of the psych horror side. i mean, i’ve watched gory movies too. i’m just a lil more preferable to mind fuck-y stuff.

little women is admittedly a bit slow and not very action heavy, but i was mainly watching it for kim go eun and wi ha joon. joong-ki was in one scene very briefly, which i did recognise him in since i’d watched those two episodes of vincenzo before watching that ep.

i do have tubi! i haven’t been on it in a while tho, i should recheck it out, there’s some decent movies on there.

nevermind that! i got masters of horror mixed up with a horror documentary series! that’s my bad!

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i think takeshi would invite him shion back if be wanted to come back. since they’d already lost one family member, i think he’d try to bring shion back to get all his childhood friends back together - and probably stop him from going to fight nikaido if shion found out he was behind smokey’s death.

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same i dont really care about the strawberry girls. not giving them too much though really.

ur orange girl + my ojou girl 🤝 being short, dating cobra, kicking ass.

rocky’s scolding murayama for underestimating women, but also turning around to his rascals like ‘if you see the ojou girls in a fight, make sure they’re protected’.

i do love ayaka. and she’s tall (well, 5’6) and i need to balance out my short characters. plus, tall chill second hand and short fiery leader is always a fun aesthetic concept. plus her and hiroto’s actor would be. a very attractive coupling.

if you’re referencing those gifs i sent, that’s more about how she’s acting in the scenes; i think her fashion and hairstyle would be different. the full time ojou students would probably wear uniforms, but the part timers wouldn’t.

more ojou notes!

if ojou’s colour isn’t pink, i could see it being purple. more visually similar to oya’s colours, but a lil more feminine. a ‘royal’ colour for the ‘young lady’ school.

alternatively to ojou showing up at a sword meeting, i could see ojou’s leader - i’ll just start calling her yui - going into sannoh territory to confront cobra, about the ‘o’ in sword situation and sannoh fighting oya/murayama. and then meeting him and being like ‘oh no! he’s hot!’ and then fumbling the ball on confronting him. she gets hit by The Crush™ and suddenly she’s all blushy and ‘uh. ehm…😳’.

if we’re putting a label on it, she’s a lil tsundere-ish

also junko hates her. yui’s so confident in being utterly herself, even when she’s suddenly shy around cobra, and he’s paying attention to her! meanwhile junko’s still trying to make herself look ‘cool’ in front of cobra and he isn’t giving her the time of day. also yui does not care about junko and is willing to fight her, but junko won’t square up.

cobra’s really getting clocked from both sides. he’s got both oya and ojou’s leaders being like ‘cobra-chan~ 🥺’ and then they’re bickering with each other because ‘fuck off cobra-chan’s my friend’ ‘you fuck off, he likes me better’.

#tj answers #long post // #long post anon