#and i can't stop obsessing over the fact that the final lines

[deepfriedpaddymayne]

girls when they remember that wilfred owen was killed in action A WEEK before the armistice was signed

#look. it's a dead gay world war poet it goes with the theme of this blog. #wilfred owen #oscar rambles #i was rereading wild with all regrets which is the alternate version of a terre #he wrote it a little less than a year before he died and dedicated it to sassoon. #and i can't stop obsessing over the fact that the final lines #the ones about the soldier dying and his friend grieving him #almost feel like a premonition. he is going to die and his friend is going to grieve him. i feel insane #been on the verge of tears about this all day #also person who sent me an ask two days ago if you see this i have NOT forgotten about it #i just unfortunately have a long rant so i'm waiting for the time to type it all out rip #oh just cause someone mentioned in the tags this is ok to reblog #we are all sad about the gay ww1 poet sometimes it's okat #also omg i had completely forgotten that wo was also in a magnus statement

[pankowperfection]

Payback

Summary: You piss off JJ and he takes revenge

Warnings: dark!JJ, rough sex, bondage, dubcon, hair pulling, 18+

Kooks vs Pogues, a story as old as the island itself. Lucky for you, you've been blessed with the good life. Growing up on the right side of town, never knowing what it was like to not get exactly what you wanted. Nothing seemed out of your reach, except for him.

Every girl in the Outer Banks wanted JJ Maybank, yourself included. You spent many nights toying with yourself, imagining the sharp lines of his jaw buried between your thighs. You always attempted to flirt with him when you were at the Island Club, wearing the skimpiest outfits possible and savoring the way his eyes couldn't resist focusing on your curves.

He hated you, simply because you were a kook and the fact really pissed you off. No one told you no, and you were willing to do whatever it took to get his attention.

Friday night at the club was going as usual, you and your friends sharing countless drinks while you talked about everything under the sun. The more the alcohol buzzed in your system, the more the damp spot in your panties grew from watching the blonde boy.

Everything he did was effortlessly sexy. How could someone looks so hot carrying a tray of cocktails? Your gaze flicked to him whenever possible, trying to stay under the radar of your judgemental friends. They wouldn't understand your obsession with someone like JJ.

Finally, you decide to make a move. "Excuse me, I'd like to speak to your manager." You watched the blood drain from his face, adams apple bobbing in his throat as he schooled his expression before answering.

"Of course ma'am, let me go get him."

Your friends giggle, thinking you just want to cause him some trouble, unaware of your ulterior motives.

"Hi, what can I do for you?" The manager looks stressed, realizing exactly who you were and knowing the implications of upsetting your family.

"Well, you see, the service has been pretty poor. We have to keep requesting another round, rather than our drinks being refilled before our glasses are empty. And I really don't appreciate how Maybank here has been looking at me all night. I want him gone."

The manager sighs, turning to JJ who was standing just behind him watching the scene unfold. "I'm sorry JJ, but you need to go. Can't have you upsetting my customers."

Before he storms off he fixes you with a hard stare, almost a warning of what is to come.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As you stumble into your posh apartment, you don't notice the dark presence in the room. You toe off your heels, leaving them by the door and making your way into the kitchen for a glass of water. As you reach for the light switch, a strong hand clamps down over your mouth. Before you get the chance to elbow your attacker, his arm wraps around your body, trapping you against him.

"Hi sweetheart. You really thought you could get away with that, didn't you?"

Your heart hammers hard in your chest, adrenaline mixing with arousal as electricity shoots through your system. The scent of salty air mixed with something that is uniquely him fills the air, your body responding to how he feels pressed so tightly against you.

"I think it's only fair that I get something in return. A little payback." He forces you to turn, slamming you down onto the cool stone of the island. He quickly ties your wrists together behind your back, thick rope making your skin burn as you attempt to free yourself.

"JJ stop." Your protest sounds weak even to you, battling with your mind about how much your body wanted this.

Suddenly his bandana is in your face, roughly pushed between your lips and tied behind your head. "Shhh. The only thing I want to hear out of you is moans and whimpers. Besides, you don't really want me to stop, do you?"

The rough pads of his fingers trail up the inside of your thigh, your clit pulsing as he gets closer to your core. Your back arches, trying to get his hand where you need him most. He chuckles darkly, pulling away at the last second and leaving you panting for more.

You tense at the sound of his zipper, unable to turn around and catch a glimpse of his cock. He gives you no warning at all before burying himself balls deep inside you in one thrust. You scream at the stretch, sound slightly muffled by his makeshift gag. He's bigger than anyone you've ever had, each twitch of his cock making your walls burn.

"God damn, so fucking tight," he grits out between his teeth. He winds one hand into your hair, pulling hard to make your back arch further while your scalp sears with pain. His thick cock surges impossibly deeper, forcing you up onto your toes as he nudges your cervix.

His free hand grips your bound wrists, withdrawing slowly before slamming back inside. You can't help the loud moan that escapes your lips, the way he feels filling you up driving you wild. He uses you for leverage, setting a brutal pace that makes you see stars.

"That's it cupcake. Not so bitchy when you're drunk on my cock are you?" He lets go of your hair and you collapse onto the marble, band tightening in your stomach as he uses your body for his pleasure.

Broken moans spill from your lips as you teeter on the edge of your high, needing more to get across that line. He stops abruptly, manhandling you onto your back with your legs dangling off the counter. "Wanna see your face when you cum for me, want you to watch my cock destroy you."

The moonlight filtering through the window highlights his sharp features, the sweat dripping from his brow making drool pool underneath your tongue. You wished you could taste him, craving the feeling of his cock on your tongue. He breaks you out of your trance as his hands rake up your thighs, nails biting into your skin and making you bite back a groan.

When he lines up his cock with your entrance, his thumb brushes over your clit. You attempt to plead with him for more, struggling to speak around your gag. This time he pushes in slowly, both of you entranced by how your bodies are joined together.

His thrusts are slow but extremely deep, throwing your legs over each of his shoulders so he can get a better angle. He reaches down and pulls down the bandana before crashing his lips to yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth before biting down hard on your bottom lip. You taste the metallic tang of blood before he pulls away with a grin, tinge of red glinting on his lips.

"J please. I need more."

"Whatever you say princess." He wraps his dominant hand around your throat, pressing just enough to make your pleasure double. The speed of his thrusts starts to pick up, his fingers expertly massaging your clit.

"Oh god, please don't stop." Your legs start to shake as your high approaches. JJ releases your throat at the last second, your cries filling the room as you gush over his cock. He fucks you through it, his pace faltering as you feel him pulse inside you before filling you with his cum.

When he withdraws you wince, slight red tint glistening on his cock from his roughness. He grabs a towel to wipe himself off, silently tucking himself away and straightening the rest of his clothes.

You watch as he heads for the door, panic slowly setting in at your vulnerable position. "Aren't you gonna untie me?"

"Nah - you can sort that out yourself. Next time you fuck with me, I'll make sure your punishment is worse. Oh, and you're mine now. Don't touch anyone else, I'll know."

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @paradisehamilton @ailee-celeste @pankhoeforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @drewbooooo @maybankslover @maybanks-luver @blueicequeen19 @toystory2wasjustokay @penny4yourthoughts @maddie-routledge @ilovetheavenger143

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj x y/n #jj x reader #dark!jj maybank smut #dark!fic #outer banks fic #obx fanfiction #obx cast #obx #obx smut

[thornsnvultures]

I'm obsessed with @mcbeanzontoast 's renfaire!Eddie and I had this little thought that wouldn't leave my brain so 🤲 take pls

Renfaire!Eddie sells little trinkets that he makes, carvings by Wayne that he hand painted, jewelry that he finds at antique stores and fixes up.

One year his booth is across from yours and he's smitten. Trying to sell his wares and not stare at you in your farie wings and a crocheted top you made yourself.

You've got farie wings hanging around the back and sides of your tent and crochet clothing on racks. Tables full of little yarn knickknacks and fantasy creatures. A line of dice pouches in front of your till that look like potion bottles.

He wants so badly to go over and talk to you but you and your lovely creations are being swarmed by the weekend masses and Eddie almost feels a sense of pride? A twinge in his chest that says, "You've worked so hard, you deserve it" and "I hope they keep coming so that smile never leaves your face".

Eddie does in fact get a chance to talk to you when he finds you inspecting a necklace. One of his favorites, he'd set the jewels himself after removing the old ones that had lost their luster. The glitter on your cheeks sparkles, sunlight bouncing between you and the necklace.

"Do you want to try it on?"

You gasp, your fingers jumping on the delicate metal as you look up at Eddie. The cramped space of the tent means the two of you are close, a breath away from touching though Eddie tries to keep a respectful distance.

"Oh! Um, sure." You look up at him through your lashes, holding the necklace in your palm. "Could you?"

Eddie swallows, his eyes wide on yours as he takes your offering. With a side step he's behind you, cautious of your wings fluttering in the light breeze blowing through the tent as he reaches around to drape the jewels around your neck. Your head tilts down, exposing the smooth column of your neck and Eddie feels the perverse urge to bite, to claim, to kiss you there and leave a mark so everyone knows this sweet little creature is his alone.

He swallows it down and fumbles with the clasp for a moment, sweat dripping down the back of his neck before the latch clicks.

"There," he smiles. "You-, it looks beautiful."

You turn around with a smile spreading on your face. Your eyes won't stop twinkling, it's messing with his head like crazy.

"You sure you're not buttering me up so I'll buy it?"

"Sweetheart, I'll give it to you for free."

Wayne would smack him if he saw him giving away merchandise just cause he though you were pretty. But he would. Fuck, he'd give anything for you to keep looking at him like that.

"Oh I couldn't. You can't- Here," you reach into the little coin purse tied at your waist and pull out enough to cover the price on the tag and tuck it into Eddie's hand. You tuck it closed and Eddie's heart races when you keep your fingers there, so warm and soft against his skin.

"How about you take me to dinner instead...,"

"Eddie. My name's Eddie. Munson."

'How about we go get some dinner, Eddie Munson," you flash him a brilliant smile, "after we close up tonight? That a fair trade?"

He nods down at you, his eyebrows raised, mouth slightly agape because, holy shit, he can't believe it.

Your friend calls your name from your tent and you finally let go of his hand, biting your lip as you wave goodbye.

Eddie waves back and when you disappear into your tent he crumples to the floor, squealing like a schoolgirl.

"Is he ok?"

Someone asks Wayne as they approach him with their purchases.

"Hm? Oh yeah, he does that all the time."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #renfaire!eddie munson #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson drabble #my fics

[atom-writings]

Can we get a scenario with America and Japan who has a partner who's a professional actress who's also really popular thanks to her villain roles and her most recent role as a gun weilding/obsessed mafia lady boss really blew up to the point where the internet is simping for her the same way they simped for lady Dimitrescu. Their feelings towards her villain role and reaction to the simping please!

hetalia america and japan with a dimitrescu-esque actor s/o

0.5k words ~ feminine headcanons

tw: none!

a/n: whoops did headcanons instead of a scenarios. also since u said actress i did fem ones! if u didnt want that. i can rewrite it LMAO

America

Every single woman who has dated Alfred F. Jones knows that although he loves to be the ”man in the relationship“ per se, he has a real thing for dominant women.

So every time you sat down to practice your lines, he stopped whatever he was doing. Just so he could watch with a lovesick, crooked smile.

(Plus, he really loves Mafia movies...)

You have every right to deny him, but he'd love to roleplay with you as that character. You can be the powerful mafia boss, while he's some eager-to-please subordinate. (Sometimes, those roleplays end up with a heated night, but surprisingly rarely!)

Also, he loves a woman who knows her way around a gun. He knows it's stupid, but he can't help it.

Alfred also really enjoys the attention you're getting.

On the one hand, it means you're finally being recognised for the talent he always knew was there! He loves seeing you so happy and successful…

On the other hand, it means you're a celebrity! Which means he's a celebrity! By association! A little!

It's a win-win scenario

Alfred really isn't a jealous person either. Seeing how other people talk about you doesn't make him uncomfortable or upset really, unless they cross a line obviously.

He really loves playing into how people see you online in public appearances. Always kneeling in front of you and stuff like that. (You know that Ken and Barbie pose from the new movie? That's how he's showing up to all your photoshoots.)

He has multiple photosets on his Instagram of you and him dressed up like characters from that piece of media specifically.

Basically, he’s a little obsessed…

Japan

Kiku is such a little fanboy about it, but he'd never say that out loud. He doesn't like it, but he does get something out of having a more domineering girlfriend. He's always had quite meek girlfriends, just like him, so it's a nice change of pace to have someone capable of that.

But as much as he gets all flustered when you pull out your character's intimidating voice, don't try roleplaying that in the bedroom. It makes him uncomfortable. Other than that? It's fine. Go ahead.

(He would also be up for giving you acting help. He's had to be a serious, dangerous individual many times in his life, and that was all pretend, so...)

He... doesn't like how people simp over you though.

Although he isn't typically a jealous man, seeing people talk about his girlfriend like that makes Kiku's skin crawl. Like, he's not possessive! But the fact that they're strangers just... freaks him out.

He also really doesn't appreciate the fame. Seeing people fawn over you in public makes him want to crawl into a little hole with you and never leave.

Every time you have a public appearance, he begs you to not mention him in any way.

Also, he totally defends your honours in comment sections all the time. If they ever get too... gross with it, he reports that person immediately and has to log off for the day. And hugs you. Because he can't stand seeing people treat his beloved like that.

#heta tag #hetalia imagines #hetalia x reader #alfred tag #kiku tag #aph america x reader #hws america x reader #aph japan x reader #hws japan x reader #not proofread at all

[onesapphireeye]

dragon rider

You'd be lying if you said you weren't a massive fan of the rock group, The Valyrians. In fact, you did lie on your job application. Now, in your new position, you were their loyal servant in every sense of the word. Nonetheless, when their belongings start to vanish, Aemond begins to imagine you're the culprit and has finally caught you in the act.

modernband!aemond x reader.

warnings: NSFW. Not for minors. fingers in a v. use of she/her for reader. some cussing. bisexual reader. reader is a kleptomaniac.

nori says: i love you guys and i love that you loved my band au edit!!! this is not beta read. xoxo

word count: 1,670~

"You've really got to be joking." Rhaena's angelic voice cut through the air, and you looked from your feet to the pile of odds and ends gathered around your backpack. "Stealing is one thing, but the things you chose are plain weird."

"Stealing is wrong, no matter what you take," Helaena chided from the doorway. "I understand wanting trinkets, but please stop."

"She can't stop. Look at all this shit—you're a fucking pervert." Baela muttered. You couldn't find a way to disagree. 

Your backpack was stuffed with an eclectic mix of their most personal possessions. It started with an innocent intention—to return Hel's ladybug scrunchie that you'd seen her leave behind in the dressing room five cities ago.

But then, you saw Rhae's lip gloss laying on a counter and couldn't resist taking it. You remembered watching her apply it, in that slow sexy way where not a spot on her lips wasn't shiny, and went back to the hotel and practically made out with the wand.

Baela's favorite bra had been the riskiest thing until today, your heart beat rapidly every time you heard her complain to the stylist about how it had come up missing. You liked to wear it as you finger fucked yourself, imagining her arms were the ones wrapped around you.

There were other things too.

Thank you cards meant for other fans, a pair of socks, earrings from all of them, Baela's gua sha roller, Helaena's set of butterfly hair clips, Rhaena's colored pencils and a sketch pad... Even a used compostable coffee cup.

You had collected so much from the girls. You didn't want to forget how special they had made you feel when this job was over. They had been so, so good to you, including you in everything, making you feel less like a lackey and more like one of them. You had gone above and beyond being just an admirer, you were obsessed. You wanted that feeling to last forever.

"We don't have time for this!" Baela shouted, "I want everything that you took back and you better be cool about it. I don't want any Yolanda Saldívar shit happening."

"Baela!" The other two girls tried to reign in their drummer, but she was adamant.

"No, don't Baela me! Clearly she's insane and out of line." You watched the girls' feet walk out of the room and winced when the door slammed behind them. Thankfully, they took it better than you expected and, most importantly, you hadn’t been fired yet.

You were about to go for your backpack when you noticed Aemond was still in the room. He snagged it up and began to rifle through your treasures. Your eyes finally lifted from the ground and you frowned at him. You sighed in annoyance when he pulled out the pair of underwear you had managed to get from Rhaena today. He gave a quizzical raise of an eyebrow and a smirk etched onto his lips, but he didn't seem to be judging you and that made the hair on the back of your neck raise in a pleasant way.

"What did you take of mine?" Aemond spoke for the first time since he had called the girls in here after catching you zipping up your back pack. You had seen him watching you for the last few days, but the thrill of taking something new outweighed your sense of self preservation.

In truth, you hadn't taken anything of Aemond's. He had been your reason for applying for this job in the first place, but you came to realize that his blasé blah stage persona was real. In the beginning of the tour, he had been... well you couldn't quite say warm, but he had been warmer toward you. Now, he was all stares and silence.

His eyes seemed to be constantly on you, he'd linger around and watch, but you did whatever you could to try to put him in awkward circumstances. Like bending over for too long and then glancing over to see if he was peeking up your skirt. The answer was always yes, but he never looked embarrassed when caught.

"Why would I take anything of yours?" You gave him a smile that was all teeth and more of a snarl. You had long ago dropped the shy girl act you put on for the others. He wasn't nice to you, so fuck him.

"Do you think I'd want to remember you, Aemond?" You heard him suck his teeth and watched as he dropped the backpack to step closer to you.  He was so tall, looming over you, but you didn't back down. Instead, you matched his gaze with your own heated intensity. "Or are you just upset I don't get aroused by the thought of you?"

His eyes glowed with something that made you think you misread his previous intentions. Maybe he hadn't been acting nonchalant? Maybe he genuinely wanted you?

You decided to test your theory.

"Poor little neglected, Aemond. Upset the crazy girl didn't take anything from him?"

He grabbed your lower face with one of his large hands, the studded rings on his fingers were warm and pressed into your skin ever so slightly. "There's nothing little about me, Sweetheart."

Aemond's thumb came to trace your bottom lip and you bit it playfully. His eyes watched in fascination as you sucked it into your mouth. "Your mouth is as naughty as your thoughts, huh?" he said as he pushed it deeper, so that all you could do was moan in response.

He pulled his finger from your mouth, only to lean down and replace it with his tongue. Your body reacted to the sensation with a moan of pleasure. His hands moved to your hair, gently pulling it as he kissed you.

You both stumbled backwards until your back hit a wall. He continued to kiss you hungrily, as if he couldn't get enough of you. You opened your eyes to find him watching you intently, and let out a small groan.

Aemond finally broke away from the kiss and looked at you with burning desire in his eyes. "Do you want to remember me?" he asked hoarsely. Without waiting for a response, he hurriedly tugged at his shirt until it was off and tossed away across the room. You gasped at the sight of his bare chest, admiring the hard planes and curves of muscle beneath the smooth skin.

His hands came up to cup your face, and he stared deeply into your eyes before leaning down to press feather-light kisses along your jawline and neck. Your breathing was so loud that it filled the entire room as electricity seemed to travel through every nerve ending in your body. He grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it above your head as one of his legs came between yours trapping you against the wall.

"Say yes," he murmured huskily against your ear before pulling away just enough to look into your eyes again.

"Yes," you nodded vigorously, feeling yourself grow more lost in him with each passing second. "I want to remember you."

He spun you around in a swift and graceful motion, taking you by surprise. Only then did you notice that Aemond had backed you up to the large mirror wall in the dressing room; and you found yourself staring into your own reflection.

You could feel his breath on the back of your neck and it sent a shiver through your body. His hands moved up and down your torso as he held you tight in his embrace, and his lips found the nape of your neck and kissed it lightly.

He started to move his attention lower, squeezing and caressing your hips and ass. You felt your body responding to his touch, and you found yourself pushing back against him as he continued to explore.

There was a mounting pressure between your legs, as Aemond's fingers pulled the bottom hem of your mini skirt up and moved your underwear to the side. He brushed against your clitoris, eliciting another moan from your lips. His other hand massaged your inner thighs, and you could feel yourself getting wet.

He leaned in closer to whisper, his voice low and full of desire. "Yeah, I'll give you a reason to want to remember me." The words sent excitement coursing through your body and you pushed back against him harder, wanting more.

He seemed to understand what you wanted, as he alternated between soft caresses and firmer strokes around your clitoris, teasing it until it was hard and swollen with desire. You were so close now that you could feel your legs trembling as he continued to stroke you nearer to the edge.

The sensations were overwhelming, yet still not enough.

"Aemond," You whimpered out his name. He moved further down and began rhythmically rubbing around your entrance before slipping a finger inside of you.

When you were slick and ready, Aemond added another finger and then another, stretching you wide open as he pumped his hand into your sensitive flesh. You felt yourself beginning to spiral out of control as he moved his fingers in and out of you faster and faster.

You could feel the pleasure radiating throughout your body with every thrust, and you could see your fucked out reflection in the mirror.

Finally, you reached the peak of satisfaction and let out a loud gasp as an intense wave of euphoria swept through you. Your eyes closed in ecstasy. Your body throbbed and your head spun as Aemond continued toying with you until you were completely spent.

As he pulled his fingers out of you, you felt yourself melt against him, exhausted and in awe of the experience you had just shared. You opened your eyes to see him looking at you through the mirror with a satisfied smirk. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and stepped back.

"You're fired."

#norimadeit #my prince #aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x you #hotd imagine #modern aemond #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond smut #he has both eyes okay #dragon rider

[directdogman]

Dunno if anyone else has asked this before but on which side is Mingus related to Callum? Like is Callum on her dad's side or mum's side?

Also, does Mingus have any cousins on either side?

Good question because it highlights an important way that Mingus' sparse family structure has affected her destiny.

Anyway, yeah: Dad's side. Mingus sharing Crown's surname did imply that Crown was a paternal grandparent, though with how fanatical Mingus is about Crown, she no doubt would've changed her surname to Crown's once legally able, if she'd been raised with, say, her mother's maiden name instead of as a Crown.

And no, Mingus has no first cousins, as her dad was an only child.

There's a lil bit of irony in Mingus' situation. Her surname is Crown, y'know, as in royalty, and she speaks about herself like she's all powerful, royal, even referring to the fruits of Crown's labour as her "birthright". Well. Traditionally, in feudal hierarchies, the daughter would only become queen if there were no suitable male heirs.

Mingus' father is dead and her grandfather is senile. Even Crown's wife and Mingus' grandmother, Marla, is long gone. Mingus is the last Crown left to have her mind and life both intact, something she is keenly aware of. If Mingus, say, had a brain aneurysm or heart attack, the Crown family name (and bloodline) would die out completely once the ticking coming from within Callum's decrepit husk finally stops.

It's a big reason why Mingus is so obsessed with restoring Crown's memory and trying to revitalize DT's economy, actually. It's why Mingus has an unmerciful amount of lead extracted from the ore-rich land around town each month, in order to send it over to Ashland, WI. Mingus sells any lead that she can't get her own industrial sector to use to a Chinese construction company, which collects the ore via the revitalized Soo Line Ore Dock in Ashland, WI. (which still exists in DT's timeline.)

The company then takes the lead ore away in boats and brings them to refineries in towns connected to Lake Superior in the Midwestern US and parts of Canada. Mingus speaks fluent Chinese, fun fact I mightn't have mentioned publicly before. While Mingus may appear inactive and without agency, to her credit, she has a very intricate (and sometimes sinister) plan to restore Dialtown's economy to its former glory.

(Fun fact: There's actually hints to Mingus' lead scheme in Lorr Deere and Tango's dialogue in-game!)

Of course though, Mingus doesn't have the mind needed to bring Dialtown back to its former glory. Only Crown could do that. But, she WILL try to do the impossible, because she knows that if she can't do it, then her family's legacy, her grandfather's dream, is no more. It's a noble goal, but not entirely rational. After all, lightning never strikes in the same place twice.

[possibleplatypus]

I just saw this article and I'm somehow even more disappointed.

But it turns out no one warned Captain America himself that a very personal piece of his history was about to be broadcast to the world. "I laughed my ass off," Ruffalo tells EW. "I'm like, 'Does someone need to talk to Captain America about this?' I haven't. I was afraid he was going to have it cut. Too late now, buddy. The cat's out of the bag."

Like... yes? He would have it cut because it's such bullshit? The fact that Chris who genuinely cares about Steve and who played that character for ten years wouldn't approve should've been an indicator.

Reducing Steve to jokes about his virginity is such a cheap shot. Avoiding that Sam is Captain America is too. I don't even know anymore.

My friend.... this is really funny, because I also just read this article today, and I was all geared up to write a rant about it when you popped into my inbox 😂

This is one of the most asinine articles I've ever read 🤣🤣🤣 and I've read quite a few in regards to certain characters in the MCU.

First to address your point about Chris Evans-- I do feel pretty bad for him. I think he genuinely connected to and cared about Steve Rogers as a character. From the interviews in which he talks about Steve, and particularly Steve's relationship with Bucky, I can tell he really put a lot of thought into Steve's heart and frame of mind, and I think he really made MCU Steve Rogers his. Certainly any new film incarnations of Steve will be measured up against Chris' interpretation, haha.

It's just... I don't think Chris would have wanted Steve to be disrespected like this. Ruffalo himself said he thought Chris would have put a stop to it. So it's distasteful that everyone would just go ahead and make obsessing over Steve's virginity a big part of Jennifer's character while laughing at it all the while. (I can't read Chris Evans' mind-- maybe he doesn't care, though I like to think he does.) As a big fan of Steve, Disney has not failed to disappoint me time after time, and this is just the icing on the cake.

And Sam, our new Captain America! Why does the MCU seem to forget that they have a new Captain America? Is it because they're spending all their energy marketing another Captain? 🤔 You'd think he would be of more note to a Manhattan lawyer's mind since he stopped freedom fighters antifa terrorists from killing the GRC members? Hell the Hollywood Reporter forgot and Chris had to remind them. I do feel bad for Anthony Mackie. 🤦 Silver lining-- at least She Hulk isn't obsessing over Sam's virginity??

And yes, I do agree that reducing Steve to jokes about his ass and virginity are a cheap shot. And it shows how puerile and insipid the MCU has become. They have nothing of note to say and they grab for anything that they think is funny, to the point of making jokes of their most beloved characters. I know they're aiming for the widest audience imaginable, including kids, but that doesn't mean they need to write like high schoolers (though tbh I know fanficcers in high school that write better than these guys). What mature adult honestly gives a such a huge crap about whether or not a (thought to be) deceased public figure and national hero had sex?

The first paragraph had me rolling my eyes already:

Jennifer Walters is the hero we all deserve, because in the very first episode of She-Hulk: Attorney at Law, she finally gets to the bottom of one of Marvel's biggest mysteries: Did Captain America die a virgin?

And it just gets worse.

As She-Hulk continues, viewers can expect to see more hilarious, meta, and, yes, horny moments like this. "The horniness! That stuff is my favorite," Maslany says with a laugh. She loved how Jen is obsessed with Captain America's virginity because "it's the human side of him, the real side, the thing that she would [relate to]."

You're telling me that Jennifer Walters, a lawyer whose opening scene showed her practicing her closing argument for a case against powerful business interests that caused the deaths of innocent people-- that Jennifer Walters, who was standing up for the little guy-- that this strong, compassionate woman, is "obsessed" with Captain America's virginity of all things because it's the "human, real" side of him that she would relate to?? Not the side of him that stood up against bullies at great detriment to his own well-being, even before he had the serum? Not the side of him that curled over a grenade to protect his fellow soldiers? The side that went into a Nazi death camp solo to rescue his best friend (and hundreds of other POWs) when the army left them for dead? The side of him that leveled a Nazi-infested US intelligence agency? The side of him that did exactly what she was shown to be doing right at the beginning of her own show??

I think @luna-rainbow said it best-- "to reduce “the human side of Steve” (or anyone, for that matter) to whether or not they fucked…is seriously superficial, intrusive and just pathetic."

But the actress admits she had no idea this was something Marvel fans have been wondering for years, adding, "I love that that's how everybody's thinking. In that vein of that question, there's a lot more Easter eggs like that throughout the season. There's something later that's a really great moment with a cameo that I won't say what happens, but it's basically like a walk of shame that's really funny."

I shudder to imagine what horrors await us.

And if any fans are wondering how credible Bruce's intel is, the debate can be put to rest: This is officially the true story of how Captain America lost his virginity. "We didn't set out thinking that we were going to be able to answer it," Gao tells EW. "It used to just be a running joke, that it's going to be a lifelong obsession for Jen, that this is the one thing that keeps her awake at night. It actually used to be in the show a lot more, where in every episode there would be some little reminder, like you'd see that her search history was this, and she was always in asides talking to other characters where everybody's reaction was like, 'She's talking about this again.'"

You're kidding me right? Does nobody on this team see how creepy it is for a grown woman to be obsessed lifelong with a dead man's sex life? Compare it to a random male character obsessing every night over whether or not Natasha had been a virgin when she died. And for this to be the thing that keeps her awake at night? Out of all the things she's experienced??

But then Gao got the definitive answer — and permission to use it — from Marvel's mastermind. "It was actually Kevin Feige who said, 'I know the answer. I can tell you. We can do the answer,'" Gao recalls. "And I was like, 'You have the answer, and we can tell everyone?' And he was like, 'Yeah.' So this is Marvel canon. This is straight from Kevin Feige."

SO IT WAS YOU, KEVIN FEIGE!!! Honestly when I read this I almost felt relieved. If it's Feige's own fatuous headcanon, I can ignore it. Why does the status of Steve Rogers' virginity take up so much of his headspace that he feels the need to insert it into a show that has nothing to do with him? And they were going to have it in every episode? Why?! PLEASE tell me they aren't doing that anymore. I don't want anyone in the MCU to ever utter Steve's name again.

#asks answered #she hulk #she hulk critical #steve rogers #kevin feige is such a creep #marvel meta #chris evans #disney keep steve rogers' name out of your mouth 2022 #long post #kevin feige stop creeping on steve 2022 #kevin feige goes to bed at night rubbing his hands and cackling about how he can ruin more beloved characters #mcu

[mimmit]

I have not stopped thinking about the mannequins from Ultrakill

So I have been obsessing over the fact that in the last room of the first look into Violence when Hakita turns around at the end and all the mannequins are looking at him that the ones on the right are closer, because they have been out of sight for less than a second longer. Which is scary and so very fun to think about how this level will play. However this might just be the FOV in the video, so we'll see.

However, they are not walking onto the stairs like a regular enemy could or would. This leaves me to think that maybe they have issues or an inability to change altitudes. Which brings me to mention that in the room where we first see the mannequins, they are on small pedestals. And we all know that they change when not in the line of sight, but maybe they just can't hurt you unless you are at the same altitude. What if they can't get off those pedestals, or get up the stairs. Which would be cool with the big altitude changes previewed in the level. I imagine getting to hop down to the mannequins and then run as soon as you have your back turned to them.

And who knows, this could all just be programming issues and all of this might not even end up in the final level, just having fun theory crafting.

I need to read that book though. Counting down the days. Let me at it >:)

#ultrakill #ultrakill spoilers #I know I said I would only say more if someone asked but this is a different topic still within ultrakill #also I can do whatever I want on here #Also sorry not sorry to all the people who followed me for bungou stray dogs art #My interests change a lot but never leave #ultrakill mannequin #Mimmy chitters #ultrakill theory

[rayshippouuchiha]

Ray Ray I need to tell someone about these past few weeks bc it’s has been. A Ride. It’s almost been like a fever dream Ray and I need to tell SOMEONE so that I can stop obsessing over everything in my head. I have to let it out, to document this for posterity, sorry for ranting at you.

Let me set the stage for you. It's early September and the 7th anniversary of Undertale's release, as well as the 1st anniversary of Deltarune Chapter 2, are right around the corner and the UT/DR fandoms are salivating because Toby Fox, the creator, announced that there would be an event of some kind, as there has been for the past few years.

On the 5th one we got a magnificent orchestral concert and some lore tidbits. On the 6th we got an incredibly funny and wholesome stream of Deltarune Ch. 1 starring Toby himself, as well as the release of the aforementioned Ch. 2, so hopes were high

Let's tackle the events that followed in chronological order

First thing that happened, as I mentioned a few weeks ago, was that Sans Undertale becomes the Ultimate Tumblr Sexyman and kills the Queen of England (lol). Toby Fox posts a drabble on twitter to commemorate the occasion. Much fanart ensues

2. Shortly after that, Fangamer announces the release of a highly anticipated plushie for a beloved Deltarune character. Said character is a funny psychotic trash gremlin, and is a personification of spam emails from the late 90s, so of course they're highly popular on tumblr (was even one of the contestants of the mentioned sexyman poll), so of course Fangamer somehow managed to capture their energy with the release trailer, which included: someone finding the plush in a literal garbage can, the plush apparently having a magnetized nose so that it can “sniff out” coins, and the plush being soaked in an entire gallon of milk, slurped on, and thrown against the walls??

Despite the weirdness of the trailer, it seems Toby Fox and Fangamer know their people - The fandom goes WILD

3. On September 17th, Toby Fox announces that there will be a charity event themed after the previously mentioned spam character. Initially, we all think it’s just gonna some auctions or giveaways with a quirky design, but it turns out that Toby turned the website hosting the event into a maze chock-full of hidden links, easter eggs, new lore and teasers for the upcoming chapter 3. Also, new secrets and prizes were unlocked as more money was donated. The fandom goes APESHIT. There were people on watch for the entire 24h+ of the duration of the event, fancontent galore, hundreds of analysis posts, and a group of tumblr users made a 75 page Google doc compiling all the secrets and lore as they were revealed.

Btw the prizes included the gremlin’s “dirty socks”, him “after not surviving”, a body pillow, a “wedding ring”, toilet paper themed after him, and an “ass-scented” candle

(no, I was not kidding about the candle)

I wonder who gets to explain to the kids benefiting from the charity that their lives were made better because over a million people liked this garbage man so much they donated over $320,000 for some of his backstory

4. About halfway through the charity event, we unlocked a Q&A with the gremlin, who had “taken over” Fangamer’s twitter account. Some of the tweets seem to imply the gremlin is bisexual and the ex of a character from Deltarune Ch 1?? Predictably, much fanart and fanfics ensue

5. Near the end of the event, the last item to be unlocked by donations (which wasn't in the initial list of items available and appeared out of nowhere btw) was the gremlin’s “fate”, and we were told fans had to donate either towards “Freedom” or “Silence”. There was tons of speculation as to what this meant exactly for hours before finally “Freedom” won with ~$58,000 in favor

I saw several people among the donations towards Freedom saying stuff along the lines of "noooo he can't die he just came out as bisexual!", it was so funny 😂

Fun fact: out of the ~$29,000 for Silence, apparently around $15,000 were donated by Toby Fox and Fangamer with the caption "he can't get away with this!", which is so freaking funny asfdgfngfd his own creator lmao, top 10 anime betrayals

6. After the charity event was finished, there was an announcement that there would be a commemorative stream. We all thought it would be similar to the stream that happened on last year’s anniversary, especially since the people in the thumbnail were the same ones who participated in the previous one.

Instead, we got an unhinged, extremely cursed video where some guy wearing a costume of the spam character announced the winners of each item and narrated several poems praising the spam character, all in an old glitchy TV style.

It included: the guy putting whole blue eggs in his mouth, infomercials for a fake product which was later said to explode, the assistant eating pasta with a vacant expression on his face, and several segments where they seemed to pray?? as if the gremlin was their god or something.

Near the end of the stream, the people in the thumbnail appeared and said that someone had illegally hijacked their stream and that the FBI were on their way to apprehend him. The guy in the costume then ran away saying that he was not actually the gremlin, and had just been hired to play the part BY the gremlin. The stream ends with the poor guy running away, attempting to call the gremlin, and then being grabbed by… something as ominous music played, leaving the phone hanging off the hook.

So… the gremlin apparently paid a guy to impersonate him on camera so that he could get away scot-free while hosting his highly dubious giveaway?? Therefore, we the fandom gave him his Freedom but “killed” a man in the process adfgnasfgdhfng it’s so freaking funny

So concludes the deranged saga of this year's UT/DR anniversary. I still can't believe it all happened in like the span of 10 days.

Y'know, despite how crazy it was, I'm really glad I was there for all of it. It really Avengers Assembled the community too, we were all making theories about the new lore, documenting new findings, making art and writing fics shipping the gremlin with his ex 😂

I really do hope you play one or both of the games someday Ray, because even setting aside the fantastic storytelling, music, and characters, if you're careful and find your little niche of creators then the community is fantastic.

this is so much, so so much and I honestly love it

#Undertale #Delta Rune #RayRambles

[sukuna-thirst-trap]

Hi um I don’t know if you take requests or not but shy baker here asking for representation. Sukuna struggling to accept the fact he fell for a non-sorcerer human who works in the kitchens at his shrine. She bakes a puff pastry and he requests the audience of whoever made it. Of course he pretends to hate it but he’s obsessed and demands she make something else (it’s just a ruse to see her more) and from there the infatuation grows until he orders reader to stop cursing him but she isn’t it’s just this king of curses falling in love. Best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and Sukuna has so many mouths eh?

♥ The Baker and the King ♥

✧ Notes: This ask is so beautiful, I want to thank you so much and yes I do indeed do requests. I do apologize for how long this ended up taking. But this whole bakery pastry vibe gives me such deep ghibli vibes its super wholesome <3 I ended up somehow doing OG Kuna but four arms are better then two I guess haha. I hope you, dear reader, enjoy this one just for you.

✧ Pairing: Sukuna x Reader

✧ Warnings: Non, its all pure fluff <3 

✧ Genre: Fluff

✧ Word count: 3.6k

✧ Playlist: Ghibi vibes <3

The shrine was lit up with tea lanterns which almost seemed to float within the air. A sweet aroma of incense filled the shrine's air as well as giving off such a humble vibe. Buddhism was big in Japan, and who better to serve than the King himself, Sukuna Ryomen.

Clutching your chest, you admired the shrine's beauty. Red and black aesthetics of such a traditional shrine building. You had moved away from your village under the King's orders. Your pastry bakes had apparently caught his attention. How? You didn’t quite know, but you were in awe of this place.

Humble chants echoed within the shrines walls as you took your first steps inside the place. Your heart thumping in your chest as you hear footsteps approaching. Your gaze turned upwards to see the King of Curses himself. Sukuna Ryomen.

Pink hair was fuzzy and almost messy but yet somehow stylish. Four eyes looked down at you, his face did not appear excited but rather…stoic. There was no hint of emotion from the King as he looked you up and down and finally let out a sigh.

Four arms crossed over his bare chest, which you desperately tried not to admire his exposed pectoral area and the tattoos that lined his muscular body. 

“ Please tell me you at least brought the goods? “ A pout of his lips, Sukuna did not seem impressed.

Oh that's right!

After having moved to the nearest village located just outside of Sukunas shrine, you had been ordered to deliver baked goods to his doorstep. Several times a day to be exact. Literally every day. You blushed in embarrassment having almost forgotten yourself. After all, each time you came to the shrine it was so amazing that you lost track of yourself and often time.

Pulling out from your small bag satchel, you presented the warm baked goods that had been neatly wrapped up in a paper bag. Just like he ordered right? 

Your small petite hands held the goods up as you smiled softly. Surely he can't go off at you…yet? Right?! You tried not to tremble at his menacing size or appearance, this was an honor to bake for the King of curses after all. Dare you not disappoint a godly Sorcerer such as himself. 

Cinnamon, a warm smell of it came from the bag. An apple pie the King had asked for, well more so demanded. You had baked it to your heart's content hoping this time, just this time he won’t be cross at you. After all Sukuna had made it a habit to demand more and more from you. You may as well have lived at the shrine with the way Sukuna constantly demanded your presence. It would at least make cooking for him a bit easier.

Who knew the King of Curses actually had a taste for sweet things?

Sukuna extended one of his four arms and took the baked goods. You swore you saw a faint smile form at the corner of his lips, but you must have been mistaken. The man wasn’t smiling, he just remained so cold in expression. 

That was probably the most intimidating thing he could ever do.

Bowing, you did your utmost best to never ever disrespect Sukuna. Even if he was a bit painful at times with his extreme demands. 

“ Leave until I call for you again “ A bored tone, Sukuna rolled his eyes before he turned on his heels and began to walk away.

For a moment you drew in a deep breath and took in the scent of the man that was just before you. There was always something so mysterious about Sukuna. After all, you were born a non-curse user. You couldn’t see curses the way sorcerers did. Only hear stories of monstrous creatures that lurked around.

With another deep breath in you took your leave and skipped out of the shrine feeling a shred of happiness. You didn’t know why it made you happy coming here, it's not like Sukuna was ever very nice to you. After all you barely spoke, your face was often flushed red with blush constantly.

To say the least you always felt put on the spot before Sukuna.

Being a baker, you spent your time cooking constantly. Majority of your time was always spent inside and within the bakery, you were practically a hermit. Shy and always keeping to yourself.

 Leaving behind the shrine you came to a dirt road which twisted and turned at each and every bend. A smile lit across your face with pure delight enjoying the radiant sunshine and sweet smell of the air. At least the village you had been located to now was only a few minutes walk away. Better than what it had been when Sukuna had first demanded you deliver to his doorstep. Literally.

As for Sukuna the giant of a man entered his throne room where it was dark and silent. Sitting in the throne was menacing, skulls here, skulls there. Who wouldn’t fear him? A heavy sigh came from Sukuna as he relaxed in his throne, kicking one leg over the other and resting his head in one of his hands.

Bringing up to his face the delightful steamy apple pie, Sukuna examined it. Beautifully presented as always. Not a single mistake could be seen as Sukuna brought the baked goods to his lips and took a bite of the hot baked goods. 

A delightful hum escaped Sukuna.

Practically melting at the delightful taste, Sukuna smiled and relaxed even more into his seat. Thankfully no one was here to see him like this. Another bite, his face glowed with joy and happiness. Something Sukuna had not had the chance to enjoy up until now. Eating food was Sukuna’s hobby. Yes he had the best chefs and servants to cook for him. The most extravagant of all kinds of meals prepared for him.

Yet none seemed to make him feel this way. It was like a warmth that Sukuna couldn’t explain, a joy that was deep and fluffy in a weird kind of way. Sukuna didn’t know exactly how to explain it, it just felt…soft. What only Sukuna would know to be as a deep crush, a love for a non-sorcerer. 

In a way Sukuna hated himself as he took the final bite of the pie and licked his lips and fingertips. How could he fall for such a petite human like that? So cheerful and carefree. Never did they speak up, always bowed and seemed so respectful. 

It had been maybe over a month since you had moved closer to his shrine, and yet Sukuna couldn’t get enough of you. His obsession becoming more and more, even his own servants noticed it and the villagers in the town as well. Truthfully you had captivated Sukuna with your shy and cute appearance. It was hard to see if it was merely a love for food or much more.

Placing one of his hands to his chest, Sukuna felt his heart thump insanely in a way he had never felt before. There was just something about that human that really did something for him that no other human could. But why did it have to be a non sorcerer? 

Could the baker even see curses? Sukuna pouted and rolled his eyes at himself. 

“ URAUME!” Sukuna bellowed as his voice echoed within the throne room.

For a moment there was silence before a servant appeared with white and red hair, a humble smile was upon their face as they bowed upon entry.

“ Yes my King? “ Their voice as soft and gentle as ever.

“ Order Y/n to return immediately! I want Cookies! “ Sukuna demanded.

Even though his voice was loud and boastful, not to mention always abrupt. Uraume merely smiled and left immediately rushing off to find the baker. 

Yet even so with such deep stern words, Sukuna felt his heart skip. Why? Inwardly he was cursing himself. It was as if y/n knew some tricky love spell on him? Sukuna huffed and folded his arms over his chest.

Then…then a thought occurred. Immediately Sukuna stood and began to prepare himself while awaiting the y/n’s  return.

Back within your humble little cozy home in the small village, you had already begun to bake to your heart's content, feeling a little happy that Sukuna hadn’t sent a servant after you immediately after you left with some other demand for goods. Seriously, that man had the biggest stomach possible. He could probably eat double of what the whole entire village does in a week.

Taking in a deep breath of the warmth of sweets as you poured custard into small containers, you softly hummed and swayed to a song that no one else could hear. Only what was in your head.

Outside villagers passed, often remarking the delightful aroma of your bakery. Then you heard the doorbell and looked up. You sighed immediately and poured the last of the pudding. You didn’t want to protest or say no, you just wanted to make everyone happy with your baked goods.

Yet you also knew the meaning behind Uraumes appearance. White haired, beautiful smile and humble voice. What could it be this time? 

You folded your hands in front of you and smiled up at Uraume as they approached.

“ Cookies…Sukuna wants cookies this time. “ Their voice always so cheerful, but why?

“ Of course, I’ll bake them immediately. Please tell the King it will take a little while but I’ll have them done by this evening. “ You bowed your head in respect.

Cookies…at least it wasn’t something that took too long. Of course Sukuna always made a demand after you had done another delivery. You had just hoped that the apple pie would make him a little more satisfied with his hunger.

Straight away you began to work as Uraume left. You added in the chocolate chips, a dash of sugar. Neatly made the cookie dough with as much love as possible. One by one you laid them out on the tray and then began to bake them.

One thing you loved the most was always watching the dough rise. Even as a child you would sit and watch the cooking your parents had always done. It inspired you to take this path, to become a baker. You were happy because your baked goods always made everyone happy…All but Sukuna it seemed.

After sometime the cookies were ready, you had made an insane amount of them, extremely hot to touch as you used your oven mittens to get the tray out and carefully place them onto another tray. Neatly you presented them, each cookie sat atop the other in the most gorgeous array you could. You made sure they were all perfect before covering them up to keep them warm.

By now the afternoon sun had begun to set as you left your bakery once more. Along the way you made soft greetings to others while you made your way to the temple. Most of the villagers here were loyal to Sukuna. They were always sorcerers. They would come and go, telling you stories of their adventures. 

Some part of you wondered what it must be like to be a sorcerer, to see Curses and fight them.. Although you didn’t like the idea of violence, you prefer a more humble life. Up the dirt road you went once more until you finally reached the shrine's steps. 

Everyone feared Sukuna for his bloody stories and menacing appearance. Yet his shrine was the most humble and peaceful of all. You didn’t doubt Sukuna could lose his temper and shed innocent blood, it made you a little frightened of him after all you had heard several legendary stories about Sukuna. 

But why? Why did you feel at peace here? 

Uraume appeared and gestured for you to come in.

“ Sukuna awaits you just a little further ahead. Please keep straight until you reach the end at a doorway and enter. Sukuna will be there awaiting for your arrival” Uraume bowed and looked at you with a familiar soft smile.

This would be the very first time you were entering the inside of the shrine. Sometimes you entered the throne room when Sukuna didn’t feel like walking or was just in one of his grumbly moods, but to enter any further into the shrine seemed…well it seemed forbidden almost. Yet Uraume seemed to reassure you it was ok as you began to head down the hallway.

You had no idea what would await you beyond this door as you reached the end and froze up for a moment. Did you look ok? Was your hair messy? Did you have any dough on you? For once you felt a little self conscious about your appearance.

With a bow you announced yourself before entering. 

Gliding the door open you saw a small room which opened up to a large outside hot bath. Steam rose from the warmth of the water. You had no idea that such a thing existed in the temple. You blushed at the amazing sight of it all as the hot spring appeared to go outside with a beautiful oriental garden and humble decorations. 

Then your gaze fell to Sukuna, he was resting in the hot water and probably butt naked as you blushed and immediately bowed in shame.

“ I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were in the bath” You softly speak, too afraid to look up just in case.

 “ Tch! Bring me my cookies! “ Sukuna grumbled, you could hear the faintest sternness in his voice.

You felt wrong doing this as you looked up, your face was bright red as you hesitantly approached and bowed. Extending your arms outward with the tray of cookies, you had to admit this was the first time seeing Sukuna in what you would call a vulnerable state.

“ Did you curse them y/n? “ Sukuna muttered as he took the tray in hand.

“ Curse? “ You softly mumble and look up at Sukuna. “ I’m sorry I don’t understand?” 

Sukuna looked at you as he raised his brow and took a bite of one of many cookies. Whatever did he mean by that? You weren’t a sorcerer, you didn’t even know you could curse someone. Was he angry with you? 

Then Sukuna took the whole tray from your hands and poured them. At first you thought he was pouring all your cookies into the water, but then a mouth with an enormous tongue extended and swallowed the whole batch of cookies. 

A little surprised at the mouth in his stomach, you fiddled with your fingers unsure of what to really say or do.

“ Go make me something else! “ Sukuna demanded without even looking at you.

Bowing once more you softly hummed and made way out of the temple. What was that all about? You didn’t know, but you couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. Why? 

It's not like you actually cared about Sukuna in any kind of romantic way...Right? You loved baking, it was your whole entire life. As you rushed down the shrines steps and down the road, you didn’t know what else to make him.

Your heart thumping in your chest, thinking it was merely just out of surprise.

Trying to convince yourself that you didn’t admire Sukuna in many ways.

Entering back into your bakery you began to cook once more. How long would this take? You didn’t know. Matcha! You grabbed a box of matcha and began to work it into a delicious blend of baked goods. Surely this, it had to appease him right?

Back in the hot spring Sukuna sighed, having seen you rush off. Why did you move so fast and swiftly? Why couldn’t he just reach out and grab you, hold you close? 

“ ARRRGGGGGHHHHH! “ Sukuna yelled loudly and slammed one of his fists into the water.

“ How dare she make me feel this way! “ Screw his face up, Sukuna felt enraged. “ Curse that y/n”

Those cookies..So delicious…why were they so good? Why couldn’t he get enough of your baked goods? Was this for real? Sukuna had always made sure you came to his shrine several times a day with various demands, but today…it felt unbearable.

Not having you in his sight, not being able to express his true feelings. Not even being able to know if there was someone else in your life. This made the King of Curses all the more frustrated. 

Grinding his teeth Sukuna got out of the bath and huffed. The way your face was so red, did you admire him? Surely you felt the same right? Sukuna pondered as he dried himself off and dressed himself.

You had to love him, who didn’t love him? All the women groveled to Sukuna, so why didn’t you? Becoming rather broody Sukuna became more and more frustrated with his situation and finally when the night sky had taken over the sky and lit up with mood light, Sukuna heard your soft pitter patter of footsteps approaching.

Suddenly Sukuna’s heart fluttered, time had passed so fast that he had forgotten what he was even doing. Or where he was going with this.

All Sukuna knew was that he didn’t want you to leave. Everything hurt inside of him when you were no longer around. Your food is a delightful comfort to his aching soul.

As you stepped into the shrine with another tray, this one with jiggly matcha pudding, you looked up and saw in the faint darkness Sukuna. The man did not seem happy, his face was screwed up. 

Taking a step back you bowed and extended the deserts out towards him. Just like you always did.

“ I’m sorry I took so long” Bashfully you couldn’t stop blushing.

This feeling in your chest, it wasn’t fear, but you knew you should have been afraid. 

Most importantly you knew you shouldn’t feel this way at all towards someone like Sukuna. Had these constant visits made your heart beat for him in a strange way? Surely not, he was the king of curses. Everyone knew what that meant.

Suddenly Sukuna swopped the deserts up and once more poured them down into his mouth. At least this time it was the mouth on his face. 

You looked up at him, Sukuna didn’t seem to be in the best of moods, even more so now. The vein that popped out of his forehead told you everything you needed to know. Nervously you played with the apron around your waist. There had been little time to even focus on how you looked, you just wanted to make him happy.

After pouring the last of the pudding cups into his mouth Sukuna tossed the tray to the floor in rage. Was something wrong? Did you not mix it right? You felt all the more nervous as he towered over you.

“ It's a love spell isn’t it? “ Sukuna glared at you, his face coming extremely close.

“ Huh? “ The sound slipped from your lips as you quickly put a hand to your mouth. 

“ I’m sorry…I just…I don’t know what you mean” Faintly you whimper the words out of your mouth.

Menacing, you felt fear from Sukuna for the very first time. Compared to him you were rather small and a God basically. 

Or was it because his lips were just an inch away from your own?

“ I can't get you out of my head. Every time I eat one of your baked goods I can't stop this feeling. You cursed me! You have to of cursed me! That's the only explanation “ Sukuna growled the words out of his mouth.

Spinning on his heels, Sukuna put his hands to his head and grumbled, muttering words that you couldn’t make out. Cautiously you approached him, unable to understand why he seemed to be losing it in an…odd way.

Was it…? Oh my it was…wasn’t it? 

As Sukuna turned to look at you, his face was red and you finally understood. How could you not have realized, all the demands under the sun, all the favors Sukuna had asked. Ensuring you moved closer to his shrine, making sure he saw you almost every hour of the day….Sukuna had feelings for you.

At first you didn’t know how to feel as Sukuna glared at you, and then finally you smiled.

Gently you put a hand to his chest, you watched the fury in his eyes die and something humble took hold. Leaning down, you had no idea what was happening until finally it happened. Sukuna wrapped all four of his arms around you, pulling you in against his chest in a tight hug. His lips gently touched your forehead. 

Sukuna, the King of Curses, even as a God to most sorcerers and people of Japan. Sukuna still had feelings, he still felt emotions. At the end of the day, Sukuna knew he had become insanely in love with you over time. 

Obsessed with everything about you. Even the color you liked.

Gently you wrap your arms around him and tightly hold him back. In the moment you had discovered your own feelings as well. There was just something about Sukuna Ryomen that you couldn’t place. Something that made you feel whole. 

Pouring your emotions into everything you ever baked, you finally felt a different kind of happiness. Not the kind from watching someone smile after taking their first bite of your baked pies. Rather a happiness that made your heart pound in your chest. 

“ Please let me continue to cook for you “ Softly the words whispered from your lips. Almost too afraid to speak the very words.

Would your feelings get in the way, would Sukuna hate you for this?

“ Yes…Please..Please do” His voice was low and soft.

You’d never heard Sukuna speak so gently before. You almost melted at the sound and how close his voice was to your ears. 

Baking had been your joy but now…now it felt like something much more than joy and happiness. Baking for Sukuna felt like Heaven!

You didn’t mind how long time would pass, all that mattered was being in Sukuna’s giant arms.

End notes: I’m sorry I couldn’t resist adding in “ I WANT COOKIES” by Sukuna. It just seems so funny to me and adorable even when hes cranky. I also hope this makes all readers super happy. Fluff Sukuna is a joy to write <3 

#sukuna ryomen #jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk reader insert #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[septembersghost]

I want thank you so much for introducing me to Taylor Swift! I didn't use to listen to her songs before (dunno why, sometimes I want to check smth out and then I forget), but you talking about her music so passionately moved me. I've just listened to Midnights and it completely blew me away. Bejeweled feels so empowering, bright and asserive, I straight up cried during Snow On the Beach, because it sounds so delicate and hopeful, a bit melancholic but filled with love and tenderness, like a beacon of light gleaming amidst the darkness. But I think Labyrinth is my favorite track on the album, it's just... All the thoughts I've had, the fears I have, and hearing her speak about this kind of place you find yourself in felt so validating to me. "I'm falling in love, oh no, I'm falling in love again", "You know how scared I am of elevators, never trust it if it rises fast, it can't last" - this line, it gripped me and broke me. The idea that grief, like you said, is a continuous experience, and trauma is something you'll be getting over for years and years, and even if you finally heal and grow as a person, it can still impact your life and happiness, in a way that you can't really trust anything again. If something you loved deceived you, hurt you, shot you in the heart in the past, how can you be sure it won't happen again? How can you open up and love something, someone without being swayed by fear of what happened the last time you loved with this intensity? It's almost like opening your old wounds in a way. Tracing them with a knife. If you're detached, if you're shielding yourself, it can never hurt you as much. But love leaves you vulnerable. Love leaves you open and defenseless. It's like handing somebody a gun and saying: "Here, I trust you." But what if you shouldn't? Then there's also "I thought the plane was goin' down, how'd you turn it right around?" For me it's like: "I've been hurt before and betrayed before, I was wounded and grew a thicker skin, I made myself distant, thinking I could never love anyone this much again, but now you are making me feel things, you're bringing those vibrant colors back into my life and I'm so surprised and startled. I'm falling for you and I'm so afraid to fall for you. Please don't hurt me." I apologize if I'm reading this wrong and projecting my own issues a little too much, and I admit I don't know much at all about Taylor's personal life, so my interpretation is probably entirely false. Still, this song speaks to me on a fundemental level and I find myself here too, I can relate and I really love the way she writes her music. Please never stop talking about the things you love, your passion is so igniting and your blog is truly a beautiful place!!! What are your favorite tracks from Midnights?

YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND, INTRODUCING PEOPLE TO TAYLOR AND KNOWING THEY THEN LOVE HER TOO IS MY FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD! I READ THIS LIKE:

this message makes me so so soft oh my goodness. thank you for sharing this with me, and for reading all my gushing, emotional, silly little posts because it brings me unending joy to discuss music, especially hers, and the depth of love i have for it.

the fact that you enjoyed midnights fills my heart!!! your descriptions are totally beautiful and fit exactly the themes and emotions she's depicting.

I straight up cried during Snow On the Beach, because it sounds so delicate and hopeful, a bit melancholic but filled with love and tenderness, like a beacon of light gleaming amidst the darkness. like this, that is precisely the story she's telling, i cried hearing it too because the wonder and tenderness of it is so tangible.

i am obsessed with your explanation of labyrinth and the fact that it was your favorite - in the video analysis i watched yesterday, the professor discussing the album said it's his favorite song she's ever written and that it (along with a couple of other moments on the album) brought him to tears with how affecting and accessible and vulnerable it is. it's really cool to hear this from you too. her vocals in the song are incredibly beautiful to me, and the way she expresses her fears, and the swirling anxiety of it, and the almost miraculous amazement of realizing that you're finally held and safe. i love the simplicity of the progression from, "uh-oh, i'm falling in love again, oh no, i'm falling in love again" to the simply breath of, "oh. i'm falling in love again." it says so much in so little.

The idea that grief, like you said, is a continuous experience, and trauma is something you'll be getting over for years and years, and even if you finally heal and grow as a person, it can still impact your life and happiness, in a way that you can't really trust anything again. If something you loved deceived you, hurt you, shot you in the heart in the past, how can you be sure it won't happen again? How can you open up and love something, someone without being swayed by fear of what happened the last time you loved with this intensity? It's almost like opening your old wounds in a way. Tracing them with a knife. If you're detached, if you're shielding yourself, it can never hurt you as much. But love leaves you vulnerable. Love leaves you open and defenseless. It's like handing somebody a gun and saying: "Here, I trust you." But what if you shouldn't? Then there's also "I thought the plane was goin' down, how'd you turn it right around?" For me it's like: "I've been hurt before and betrayed before, I was wounded and grew a thicker skin, I made myself distant, thinking I could never love anyone this much again, but now you are making me feel things, you're bringing those vibrant colors back into my life and I'm so surprised and startled. I'm falling for you and I'm so afraid to fall for you. Please don't hurt me."

i'm just quoting your entire wonderful description because you could not be more right. i'm serious, you're spot-on, this is what she's describing, this is the experience the song is about and i'm touched that it spoke to you like this with such clarity. it underscores not only the impact of her writing and how empathetic it is, but how empathetic and perceptive you are too, and it is a gift to read this. it proves to me how powerfully universal her music is, and that's one of the reasons she's been special to people and been successful for so long. i'm not even articulating myself well here because i'm teary over how this resonated for you. 💗💗💗

I can relate and I really love the way she writes her music. forever mood.

my favorite tracks are...tentatively because the entire album keeps growing and transforming for me the more i listen to it!...snow on the beach, sweet nothing, lavender haze, labyrinth, and you're on your own, kid (or mastermind, they keep competing for me). that's from the standard 13, if we include the extra seven 3AM tracks, it gets even trickier for me to decide! (i truly believe would've, could've, should've and bigger than the whole sky are two of the most profoundly impacting songs she's ever written, i also can barely listen to them despite how lovely they are because they HURT). plus the great war is fantastic and opens up a lot of things, it was brave of her to put quite a lot this forth in such a raw way.

do you want a guide for more of her music to listen to? because i am always thrilled to provide one!!! 😄💖

Please never stop talking about the things you love, your passion is so igniting and your blog is truly a beautiful place!!! 🥺🥰 this is the sweetest and highest compliment, and i'm grateful for it, words like these are always encouraging and stay with me. thank you for sharing your light with me too.

#I LOVE YOU #snowstormserenade #letterbox #this message is so so beautiful you have no idea #taylor swift #people are too nice to me #my heart

[studyingmoominvalley]

Emotions

(A prequel oneshot to The Gastroentomologist)

TW: implied violence, misgendering, implied meltdown (idk how to do a "read more" on mobile)

The headline read, "Professor Fizzlebean discovers new a strand of bacterial infection - could it harm grumpuses?"

This was a rather new headline for them. Most of the time, the articles questioned their dangerous methods or wild personality. But the journalist who interviewed them this time was... sweet. She didn't find them strange, in fact they seemed to share a lot in common. She even smiled at them and was willing to listen to what they had to say fact-wise rather than opinion-wise. They had met their fair share of annoying, emotionally obsessed parasites who ended up completely twisting their stories and framing Floofty as untrustworthy. But everything in this article was to the point, honest and so very nice...

They kept rereading the praise over and over which was given to them in the article itself. They were complimented for their smarts, their achievements, and for some reason their sense of style too. This would have annoyed them if it weren't so nice. Oddly, everytime they read the compliments, their heart seemed to skip a beat and their smile grow larger. What had this journalist done to them?

"And there's our grump of the hour!" Someone hit Floofty square on the back, which startled them and caused them to drop the newspaper and yelp in surprise. The grumpus just laughed, showing no sympathy. A typical thing for Daug Fishflint to do. "Your first discovery worthy of a good report! But not with any interesting results mind you." He laughed again, but before Floofty could speak he was patting them on the back like they were an old friend. "It's a joke, Floofty, we're all buddies here!"

He was too close, too loud. Floofty just wanted him to go away already. But they couldn't speak. It wouldn't help anyway, it never did.

"Ah, Professor Fizzlebean!" A new voice called out as Iktoria Blitzkelp came over, "The danger to our society finally does something noteworthy!"

"The professor was smiling at the newspaper like a madgrump," Daug remarked to Iktoria, causing her to let out a laugh, "The praise is driving them insane!" Now Floofty's ears were ringing. Why wouldn't they stop laughing? Why won't they shut up and leave them alone? Weren't they allowed to be happy?

"Or," Jippi Rowpebble approached the three, his arms crossed and a smirk across his face, "Floofty over here's in love. It's not every day you get interviewed by a hot journalist." The group of scientists laughed once again, driving Floofty mad.

"Oh come on she wasn't that good looking!"

"Good looking enough for Floofty to get obsessed with them! Didn't you feel the tension between them?"

"It could have been a brewing murder plot-"

A harsh cry interrupted the three and they turned to look at the source. Floofty. They were stood there, their fist clenched, their teeth bared. The scientists were about to laugh again, but the maddened one interrupted once again.

"Am I not allowed to smile?! Am I not allowed to be happy?! I can't show my emotions around people like you because this is how you act! You can't accept my emotions, so I don't show them! Why should I?!" The room was silent. So, so silent. One could drop a pin and hear it land. Jippi smirked, Iktoria let out a snort, but Daug burst into hysterics. The laugh. The horrid, annoying laugh. It was all too much for Floofty to bare. But he crossed the line. Oh, he really crossed the line.

"God, girls are so emotional! Get a hold of yourself!"

The rest was a blur. They weren't sure what came over them, but they soon found themselves being held back in front of a recoiling Daug, holding his face in agony. They tried to pull away, glancing over at Iktoria. She didn't agree with what had happened despite what Daug had said. She had been brainwashed; brainwashed by these horrible men.

Dangerous, reckless. No wonder they had this reputation. They lost their job at the lab because of this. But it wasn't their fault, was it? It wasn't... They were overwhelmed, annoyed, out of control, scared. They didn't want to hurt anyone, they just didn't. Violence wasn't the answer. But unfortunately, violence was what their body resorted to when out of control. This is what happened when the showed their feelings...

So they stopped.

#bugsnax #oneshot #bugsnax oneshot #bugsnax fanfiction #bugsnax floofty #floofty fizzlebean #tw misgendering #tw violence #tw meltdown

[kazemi-archive]

hi kaze!!! i would LOVE to hear about your self ships if you’d like to share them!

okay okay i don't want to completely rant off about them yet, but!! since i'm unapologetically obsessed with my hq boys lets talk about my top three and how i think we would meet!

Miya Osamu

I think that Osamu definitely meets me on a really bad day for me. Firmly believe that the first time he sees me I've finally got food after a bad day and I drop it, just outside of his shop. And the food looks so good inside this shop that I've never really paid attention to before no matter how many times I've walked past it. But I don't have a ton of money left so I wander in and I'm hoping to find something relatively cheap, just enough to tie me over for the night. And this cashier is so nice to me and gives suggestions and then excuses himself to get some food for me and there's definitely more than I ordered in the bag and I worry that there's been a mistake and tell him I don't have the money to pay for it all but he's just shushing me and assuring me its on the house. And oh my god is a cashier allowed to say that won't you get in trouble with your boss?! and boy am I embarrassed when he tells me he is in fact the owner so its okay. and-cute and successful? maybe today isn't so terrible. and definitely not awful when he gives me a sweet smile and tells me to come again anytime.

Suna Rintarou

I definitely hate Suna when I first meet him. He hates me too. We're different but the same all at once. We meet in a class or at a college job first, then realize we have friends in common. Much to our dismay. We are constantly bickering. Get off on getting under each other's skin. Literally we can't be left alone or our friends are afraid they might come back to one of us dead. But we get do accidentally get left alone once and an argument ends with me pinned against the wall in a kiss, both of us whispering I hate you every time we part for a breath. We never stop arguing, definitely don't admit to our feelings for forever, doing this stupid dance around each other. People start to notice that our bickering gets worse, but that we talk every day, that we'll unknowingly get defensive of the other when they aren't there. We definitely are the definition of "thin line between love and hate."

Tendou Satori

I think I meet Tendou in France. I've always wanted to go there, I don't know a lot of French but I know a little bit and I want to learn more. So I think I finally indulge myself and take a trip. And I've mentioned it but I really mean that I have a terrible sweet tooth-like the bag of lollipops I hide in my room that disappears way too quickly can speak to this-so I'll be damned if I visit somewhere and don't end up in a sweets shop at least once. I just happen to choose Tendou's. He watches as I struggle over my French and instead of just fully switching to English for me, he helps me remember the words in French that I'm looking for. He's so sweet but teasing at the same time and slips me extra sweets. I come back multiple times on my trip and he starts to have bags of sweets ready for me, slipping in whatever he's made new telling me that he's got a surprise for me in there. We go out after he closes one night and he takes me to some of his favorite spots and just smiles at me as I look around in amazement at everything. I do have to go home eventually but I don't do so without his number in my phone. International phone calls are expensive but they're worth it-especially when the next time we see each other he's surprise visiting me so I can show him around.

#they all make me so soft #☾ Kendy’s Moon ☽ #𓇻 asks #! Osana #! Rina #! Kiori

[bradwottakes]

So what do people think of the Chibnall era on here?

Heard a lot of negative stuff, and now that I'm finally on to it, ummm I think I agree.

Like 13 just said "things get smaller, faster, cheaper. That's progress"

And I recall 12 saying "Human progress isn't measured by industry" what the hell. Where did this complete 180 come from? Not against changes in the doctor, loved the growth from 9 to 10, but this is just... HUH?!

And why did they kill off the one character who's both interesting AND useful - Grace - in ep. 1 and replace her with 3 Exposition Querying Machines?

Seriously, prior stories usually had a Big Important Plot that takes up the doctor's attention. But characters would hold it up, and there was great tension between the plot-driving threat and the fact that these are... Well... People who do and want things that aren't always aligned or don't understand what's happening. It's a push and pull, and the Doctor synthesizes them: reminds the characters obsessed with The Threat that there's a human/personal element to the story, and keep the characters obsessing over their issues in line with what needs to be done RIGHT NOW so that they live long enough to figure out their problems later.

But now, the characters stop doing anything involving themselves as people any time The Threat is brought up, or even something new happens and the Audience needs it "explained".

Four main characters SHOULD be a great opportunity to have sub-dynamics and conflicts beyond just Companion-Doctor tension, or tension between the doctor-companion group and the episode's disposable characters.

Instead, so far, it's... "I want More, my family is annoying" "I'm sad my wife is dead, and my step-grandson is emotionally distant" "I'm sad my grandma died and my dad isn't around"

Will there be tension between Yaz and Ryan, cause he resents his father, but she's pushing her family away?

Tsuranga Conundrum did something cool, put the doctor in an unusual position: being a bit selfish, and not in charge because there's someone else who understands the situation and priorities better. It's literally Doctor vs doctor. But 5 mins later, Astros is dead and we're back to the Doctor being in charge. Mabli has serious self-esteem issues, so the doctor uses her as exposition and she gets to... Maybe be in charge later, once she works through her issues off-screen?

Previous writers were never great with race (Bill calls our victorian racism only to find out the past wasn't as racist as she thought, and the doctor white knights for her against the only racist they meet. A few episodes later, it turns out SHE'S the prejudiced one for not knowing how to talk to an alien) but Chibnall is... Just bland. In the Rosa Parks episode they all agree on exactly what to do the whole time: save Rosa Parks from the time traveling neo-nazi. Don't get me wrong, I don't want them on his side - but it's such a boring premise and execution. It's just "we have to keep history the same" and it only works because they all like the outcome this time. Usually there's a question of "what do we change?", And though the resolution is usually "we can't interfere", the story isn't actually about changing/not changing history, it's about WHY changing history is generally a problem. They're rarely my favorite stories, but at least there's SUBSTANCE. There's a (still cliche) but more tense story available even in that premise: MLK. He's gonna get assassinated, why not have the story center on the question of "do we prevent this?".

Then there's some serious tension: you have two people of color who can call out the doctor's privilege of not interfering. This doesn't affect her AT ALL meanwhile Yaz and Ryan can point out that sure, things are better by 2018, but it's pretty fucked up that keeping history on it's current course is based on the assumption that things "went correctly" the first time around. That chattel slavery, segregation and mass incarceration are necessary from the doctor's POV. That she's projecting her understanding of history as some universal, objective law: things happened this way, we have to let them play out like that.

The show's logic often condones this, because the universe breaks when history changes. But also, the doctor changes stuff all the time.

Hell, there's all these episodes about characters getting pulled out of time before they die, learning they'll die, and then accepting it. You're telling me you can't write just a nice, dignified story where MLK gets that same opportunity? It wouldn't be amazing, but it would be better than "stop the time Nazi cause he's prejudiced".

Or just a story where Yaz and Ryan are the ones who actually have agency in deciding how to change or not change something big about BIPOC struggles on earth. Not where the doctor tells them everything and they just follow orders and remember facts from primary school.

Also, it's such an insultingly basic portrayal of racism. This is something that affects every writer: racism is always bad things a couple people do or say, and it's never explained or broken down. 12 can punch the racist before it actually becomes important to ask: if this is such a fucked up thing, why does it endure?

FFS 12 is explicitly critical of capitalism, and racism is often sustained by it. Why is there no episode of him being taught that "hey, this system of exploitation you don't like? It gets racialized sometimes. You don't know what race is/don't care about it? That's nice, but I'M HUMAN AND LOTS OF HUMANS DO CARE. This affects me almost constantly, and it would be nice if you showed some basic decency and empathy by at least listening instead of saying 'so it is' or 'what would they do that for?' "

#doctor who #thirteenth doctor #twelfth doctor #chris chibnall #rosa parks #whyyyy #godawful nincompoop of a writer #can we get some CHARACTERS? #rant

[aphelea]

Hi hello i am here to scream about broken minds

What the fuck. August. Oh my fucking god ow what the fuck that hurt so much and it was fantastic.

The "this is why collective members can't date" line was so right. You know that black swan oath they had to make where they said they would value the good of the world over everything else? Something like that? I am a firm believer that Tiergan never really meant that oath because he would always prioritize Prentice above everything else. Prentice is more important to him than the black swan, which is very much against the rules of being in the collective, but Tiergan feels that way regardless. Might have more thoughts on this later but right now I am tired.

"You're an idiot, darling." Amazing. The most romantic line ever written. He would fucking say that.

And then Prentice made sure to memorize a letter to Tiergan and leave that as one of the last memories to stay intact? Holy shit? He cares so much and he's putting so much effort into making sure he gets to say a proper goodbye to someone he barely even remembers but knows he loves and jlkjlkjflksjdkghsdlkj

"I will love you all even when I cannot remember what love is." I don't know what it is about that line but it's so ough.

Tiergan deciding that he wouldn't mind having his mind broken as long as he got to stay with Prentice was amazing and you were so right for that but also. Ow. I am in pain, August. That was very rude of you.

Can't believe Forkle interrupted their moment. Homophobic :/ but also seriously what did he think was gonna happen if he brought Tiergan on the mission? That rock is gay. You're trying to rescue his gay lover. He is going to stop focusing on the mission and do gay shit. You should have expected this Forkle.

Also I very much liked your dialogue in this. Like yes it was pretentious but in a very endearing way and would it truly be an Arjun Gay Telepath fic if it didn't include pretentious dialogue?

Anyway. Thank you so much for writing this, I am going to be insane about it forever

S I’m. I’m smiling so hard right now thank you for this ask that’s probably longer than the whole fic shdjfhfhjfjf

I’m sensing a very Santi sort of loyalty to the Black Swan. Except the Black Swan are better than the Library. (Mostly.)

I’m a little bit obsessed with Prentice calling Tiergan “darling” and I tried to put it in wherever I could. Glad it worked as intended lol

I’m glad you liked the final line of the letter because that was my favourite to write!! I don’t know what it is about that line either but it’s just so. Ahhh

Tiergan would gladly Exile himself just to see Prentice one last time. It’s just a very him thing to do

No clue what Forkle was thinking. Maybe he thought they were straight. Maybe he wasn’t thinking at all. Either way, not his smartest moment

I’m glad you liked the dialogue!! This one is certainly a lot more pretentious than usual. Although you’re very right, it wouldn’t be a trademark Arjun Gay Telepath fic without pretentious dialogue. It’s just my thing at this point

I’m glad you liked the fic and in fact I will be going insane about this comment forever. Literally screaming you’re amazing for this :)

#i feel like i need to start doing ask tags again #s transgenderism gayotlc #<- your new tag

[talkingbl]

The Good and Bad of Bad Buddy (part 2)

SPOILER WARNING.

The Good (cont.):

Episode 5. An absolute masterclass in how to reveal a crush in a romance story. This episode contained two of the best, most memorable, most beautifully-delivered lines ever stated in a BL: "Pat, you've got to stop doing this to me. We are not a thing." When you hear the melancholy in Pran's voice, see the restrained longing in his eyes, and the desperation to be requited all over his face, it's like magic. Seriously, I nearly cried at this scene because it was so real and such a uniquely-Pran way to confess his feelings. He said everything he needed to say to Pat in just those two lines. His tears were so natural and graceful it felt like watching fine art. And to top it all off, he affirmatively and hungrily returned Pat's kiss. Pran wanted Pat so bad that it was like he was rejecting his own better judgment just to get a taste of the love he'd begged for for years. And the way the scene just ends with Pran tearfully and painfully rejecting Pat's and his own feelings after the sweet release from the kiss is all too real. It affirms to the audience that what Pat and Pran have is truly the definition of a crush.

The Bad:

Wai. Don't know what it is about Wai, or Jimmy's acting in general, but I could not get into it. He had this annoying, slappable aura to him. I can't quite put my finger on it but anytime he was onscreen I wanted to stop watching. It's not even that Jimmy is a particularly bad actor, he's actually not that remarkable. Combine that with the fact that he was playing an extremely irritating role, I think it made it even more difficult for me to like him.

Every supporting character not named Ink and Pa. I know I raved about the parents in "The Good" but understand that was more about their affect on their children and the novelty of their story. While I found Pran's mother quite realistic and compelling, I absolutely could not stomach her and Pat's father's immaturity. It seemed a bit too extreme given what happened between them and the reveal of what happened was pretty anti-climactic. Also, the friend groups were just not really that important to the story and kind of just took up space whenever they were onscreen.

Wai's weird Pat obsession.

The low-budget production. For such strong acting, the show had a lot of the more amateurish editing and production characteristic of bad Thai BLs. NOTE: I'm not saying the show was bad or looked very bad. I'm just saying there were many amateurish moments, including poor audio, ill-timed soundtrack (not the OST) and cringey sound effects. The show would've been much better without these elements.

The beach plot. While definitely not the worst part of the show, I wasn't feeling that plotline. It was like an extended Episode 11. Given the strength of the prior episodes, I felt it was unnecessary and did nothing but establish that Pat and Pran had sex--something that would've been much more satisfying and thrilling if done on one of the many moments before where they baited a sex scene.

Wai's butting into Pat and Pran's relationship.

The shooting plotline. What the fuck was that? It was so random and did nothing for the story but have Pat's parents find out about his relationship with Pran. I could not believe that pointless, easily-resolved plot made it into the final cut.

Did I mention I fucking hate Wai?

In case you missed it, here's part 1!

#bad buddy #ohmnanon #ohm pawat nanon korapat #patpran wai jimmy #thai bl boys love