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respectable-username · 8 months

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What the actual fuck was Good Omens Season 2? Like actually, what the fuck? It feels like a first draft written by a first time writer that somehow mistakenly got put on air.

Spoilers under cut

First of all, let's talk about the elephant in the room. Cw assault: Crowley literally assaults Aziraphael by kissing him without consent. It was actually disgusting. And up until that point, Crowley had been the only character acting in-character in the entire series. And then you go ruin the only good character from the original series left by making them commit sexual assault, in the last 5 minutes of the series. How did nobody in the entire production process look at that and go "hey maybe let's not?"

And now onto the other offences of the show that hit well before the last 5 minute mark. None of these are nearly as disgusting as the one above, but they were considered absolutely awful just as writing offences before the _literal assault_ outshone them all.

Like I said, _nobody_ from the original series except for Crowley (ignoring those last 5 mins) acted in character. Poor Aziraphael's character was absolutely assassinated, especially undoing his character arc from the previous series. And what they did to Gabriel and Beelzebub? Those characters weren't the Gabriel and Beelzebub we saw in Season 1. Like, just nothing in common. And I'm not just talking about the amnesia plot (another lazy writing technique) but even the parts where he _should_ have been in character, he wasn't. It was _painful_ to watch the romance scenes at the end when a) the new actor for Beelzebub didn't have the same chemistry with Gabriel as the old actor, and b) THAT'S NOT HOW THESE NON-HUMAN CHARACTERS WOULD HAVE COURTED EACH OTHER. THEY'RE. NOT. HUMAN. THEY'RE SYMBOLS OF BUREAUCRACY. THEY'RE REPRESENTATIVES OF THE CONCEPT OF UPPER MANAGEMENT. THEY ARE _NOT LOVEY DOVEY_.

Sorry, sorry. But also, an amnesia plot? Seriously? I know of exactly one place where an amnesia plot has been done well, in the book "The Rook", and pretty much nowhere else. It's _lazy_ and _cheap_ and did I mention UNDERMINES THE PURPOSE OF THE CHARACTER AS A SYMBOL OF UPPER MANAGEMENT RATHER THAN A FULL CHARACTER IN THEIR OWN RIGHT? Gah, and that's not to mention how the world doesn't act like the world in the scene he was introduced. Do you really think everybody on a busy street in London would stop and stare at a naked man happily walking along with a box covering what needs to be covered? Have you _met_ the British? The verisimilitude of the world was broken in that scene and never recovered, truly feeling like a set and not an actual London street like in the first series.

And then there was their piss-poor attempt at "diversity", which was textbook tokenism. Now I would like to be very, very clear here: I am pro-diversity in media. I'm pro telling a wider range of stories from a wider range of people. I'm hungry for queer love stories. But you know what else I'm hungry for? Good writing. And this feels like textbook "we need to throw these elements into the story to check the boxes the fans want", rather than actually taking the time and effort to craft a good story featuring diverse characters. All that to say, the lesbian relationship feels like it was shoehorned in there because some producer said "the audience wants gays, so let's give them gays". Never mind that their story felt rushed and shallow and the actors did _not_ have that kind of chemistry and did I mention shallow? Real human beings don't act like that. There was no subtlety or subtext or layers of meaning, just "character A says they love character B, character B rejects character A because they're already in a relationship, but character B's relationship is _obviously_ toxic and so character B will eventually break off that toxic relationship and end up with character A." And don't you come telling me that they didn't get together in the end. I've seen 16 year olds write romances with more grace than this. This being hit over the head with a cricket bat while the wielder screams "they're gay and in love do you get it" in your face. And it's doubly painful after how artfully Crowley and Aziraphael's relationship was crafted in the first series, filled with wonderful delicious depth and longing and subtext and beauty and just... the only flaw in the S1 writing of their relationship was the fact that the writers chickened out on having them get together in the end at the point it made sense in their character arcs. These S2 characters are little more than cardboard cutouts being puppeted by a couple of preteens who have yet to experience their first crush. And it just hurts because it only adds fuel to the homophobes' claims that queer relationships aren't good in media, because the two queer relationships that were explored were this first draft nonsense plus the one that resulted in _literal assault_.

And then there were the flashbacks that added nothing but yet still broke established canon. Yeah nah, those events happening at those times do not fit into the known character arcs of our leads over the centuries. And they didn't add anything new, aside from the groan at the nepo baby episode with Peter Davison (David Tennant's father in law) and Ty Tennant (David Tennant's son). Peter Davison you can get away with because both him and David Tennant were established actors before they became family, but then bringing the next gen in too? Especially as Ty Tennant is as white as A4 paper standing beside two mix-racer characters supposed to be his siblings. Couldn't you have gotten another mix-raced actor to play the part rather than Tennant's son? Though credit where credit's due, the actor who played Jemimah in that episode was bloody adorable and deserves all the good things.

And while mentioning positive things, I may as well post the other good things about the series: Shax was a delight, and Muriel was adorable and I just want to give them hugs and listen to them ramble about all the things they learned about earth for hours on end. And I think that's end of list.

Now back to the incompetent. You know how series one followed multiple characters in multiple locations and our favourite bois were only two of many leads? Yeah this series _only_ followed Crowley and Aziraphael. Which feels again like it's pandering to what some executive producer said the numbers told them the audience wanted. It feels like it misunderstands the first series on multiple fundamental levels. And it's not even like they had so much story that they only had time for Az and Crowley! The pacing drags as the characters perform inconsequential actions that don't move the story forward. This includes most of the flashback sequences. It's just... it's just bad. And the only reason the story even manages to take as long as it does is because it relies so heavily on an idiot plot. As in, plot points that only happen because the characters conveniently lose all their braincells in that moment. Honestly, that seems to be a major problem with the whole series, with plot driving characters instead of characters driving plot. It's just so _painful_ to watch!

I went into this series with low expectations, knowing it would never live up to the standard of the first season. I just don't understand how it somehow managed to successfully limbo under the already low expectation bar I'd set with so much clearance. And given the absolutely masterful first series in all aspects except for it's chickening out on Crowley and Aziraphael's relationship at the end, it feels like a slap in the face to follow it up with what feels like a design-by-numbers corporate cash grab. It feels disrespectful to the memory of Sir Terry Pratchett. It feels like what you get when you don't give writers the time, scope, and money they need to do their job properly. It feels an insult to the actors and set designers and cinematographers and all the other cast and crew who did their best with the material they were given. This season of television should never have been produced. I'm gonna spend next weekend rewatching season 1 to palette cleanse, then cancel my Prime Video subscription again.

And just to wrap up, all the Doctor Who references were painful. Yes, we know David Tennant starred in both shows. Yes, we know a lot of the core audience is the same. No, it's not clever to _keep bringing it up_. If it was one time, maybe you'd get away with it. But again, just another of those reminders that the executives are standing here going "put this in to make the audience happy" rather than being added because it made sense to the story being told. And I'm saying that as a big Whovian for whom Ten is my Doctor!

#Good Omens #good omens season 2 #If I didn't know timelines I'd assume this was made during the writer's strike it was so poorly done #cw assault #<- Bloody hell why the fuck did this series put me in a position where this is something I have to tag my review with #it wasn't good mates #don't watch it and just pretend the first series was the official end of the story

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aurore-parle-de-ses-idees · 1 year

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ok for the character ask game, you already know I have Meneldir on the brain today, sooooo.... thoughts? 👀 (also if OCs are fair game, I would Love to hear more about Est :unlessranger:)

:D i'm always down to ramble about est lol

hm. meneldir's gonna go under a cut tho on account of before the spoilers i think

est:

one aspect about them i love: she is friend shaped <3 she is also allergic to chill most of the time

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: hmm. i don't really know honestly? the one thing i've really ever run into like that is 'oh, is she in love?' which. i can look at what i wrote for her and go 'yeah alright, that's a perfectly reasonable way to read that, but no, she's not In Love' but even that's like. i get it? it's perfectly rational? idk

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: she used to hang out with the lake-spirit of the long lake. she decided she really liked zhelruka food in the grey mountains. she's aroace & in a qpr. she really hates having her hair long (Feels Bad on the back of her neck) despite the prevailing elf attitudes around long hair in a lot of places. she spent a few centuries just kinda wandering; she was up and down the northern anduin a lot, and may have ended up farther east at some point too (i don't know all the details here yet). she is fully willing to use runecraft for stupid things despite how seriously people take it, and this has in fact been encouraged in her by a few people (talagan, but lowkey, and also probably gandalf 'aren't fireworks awesome?' the grey)

one character i love seeing them interact with: oh hm. it's very funny every time she talks to viznak, bc he'll just say things and she just goes '......sure! why not.' she makes a genuine effort to have Cook Opinions on his various swamp brews. she thinks the entire situation is very weird, but on a scale from ???? to Actively Trying To Kill Us, she's pretty much fine with it

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: you'd think i'd have more control over this one, considering she's my character, but! it's grimbold. she felt bad about how the aftermath of troubled dreams went, and after awhile she could look at her talk with him and go 'oh! yeah so he was doing as bad as i was after all that', and she always meant to talk to him about it, especially once everyone else was getting mad on her behalf over it, but it just never ended up happening. she still feels bad about that

also i wish she would tell me a little more about her relationship with her father, but she emphatically Does Not Want To

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: oh i guess i already had some of these. oh well. post-black book (and gundabad/return to carn dum? idk, i don't know when i'm gonna cut off her doing the epics), she starts doing some Actual Combat Training, bc she never really did any of that, and her primary weapon of Zap Them can only take her so far, especially when she's supposed to be on stealth missions lmao. anyway, she learns some dagger things from faeron. she does a little bit of archery with radanir, but it never really ends up being her Thing

meneldir:

one aspect about them i love: he wants! to help! he really really does! enough that he's willing to go back to people he has no reason to expect a warm welcome from!

one aspect i wish more people understood about them: hmmm... in world or out of world lol.

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character: well! tossdir is still just. permanently attached lol. i think meneldir has picked up way more trivia about the history of cardolan from narndir than he admits. he likes spicy food but doesn't have a super high spice tolerance. i also think he would be a fan of barbecue (there is absolutely no reason for this one lol)

one character i love seeing them interact with: Meneldir squints at Bregoleth. 'Sometimes Elves have trouble marking the passage of the years. I mean no offence.' i think he and bregoleth should hang out more

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more: narndir!!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character: there are some half-formed thoughts about who might have been in that house he was supposed to watch, and if halbarad might have been related to them and/or meneldir, and just how much of his insistence on trusting this rando adventurer and barely even looking at meneldir was personal vs just the result of having one of his worst weeks ever so far. i haven't worked all my thoughts on it out yet, but there is. soup

#ask games #est #really i think est's relationship with her dad was fine she just. does not want to talk about it #mostly i think she's kinda upset with him for leaving/sailing but she really doesn't Want to be so she just avoids it #like she Knows or convinces herself that it's perfectly fine for him to go and that sometimes it's genuinely for the best #but her feelings on it won't agree #and she knows eventually that she's not going to see him again so she tries not to be upset over something that can't be changed #this goes as well as Ignoring The Problem ever goes #meneldir thoughts delayed by one- repeatedly having to go 'you can't put tossdir on his wiki page' at myself and two- still #still haven't picked/made an oc for before the shadow or honestly even decided if i'm going to #tossdir gets to join bregelian and elegys on the list of 'guys i genuinely keep forgetting aren't canon' lmao #meneldir

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sweetiebriar · 2 years

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Don't look surprised or dismayed, this is a rant. I'm going to be deliberately mean, accusatory, and probably a little injuring too. Minors and sensitive people out, I guess? Anyway, I expect nothing from this post except to put my exasperation into words, let alone ❤️s unless perhaps you share my opinion. No comments allowed either unless you follow me so if you have something to say to me after that, there’re always reblogs (which I leave open) and asks (any insults or abusive language will be deleted immediately and the person blocked, of course). You have been warned.

So, a minute ago, Tumblr addict that I am, I was scrolling through posts looking for new blogs to follow when I came across a reblog comment from a user who was offended by a ship and its fans (no idea what fandom that was) because the characters included a minor and an adult.

Aaaand the writer in me just snapped and rose up. Still, it wouldn't have had to end in a rant, I could have just brooded in my corner as usual... if only the response that followed this reblog hadn’t made my hair stand on end just as much. And so, my legendary patience reached its limits. I'm not trying to make a fuss, but as a confirmed author, avid reader, and occasional shipper, I simply can't understand WHY people are always trying to apply the moral codes of today's society to works of fiction! Forgive me but it's crazy!

IT'S A FUCKING WORK OF FICTION, IT'S NOT REAL, I DON'T HAVE TO FEEL ASHAMED TO WRITE ABOUT WHAT I WANT!

There is such a desire for revolt these days, that others are desperate to create chaos wherever they can.

'Oh, this book must be banned because it contains racist remarks within; It doesn't matter that it was written at a time when these sort of remarks did not reflect the same offence as today and that it is a great classic!'

'Oh, this horror book certainly is outrageous since it depicts a serial killer who abuses his daughter; It doesn't matter that this man is a psychopath and therefore this is the behaviour one can expect from such a character!'

And when a fanfiction writer gets lynched online because she wrote in vampiric fandom where the main couple are brother and sister… They are bloody vampires! In the vampiric genre, incest is not considered an issue!

What the bloody, fucking hell! What do you not you understand in 'work of FICTION'!?

The fictional does not encourage reality or imitation, the fictional is here to make you dream, travel, and escape into an imaginary universe where the world as you know it would no longer exist. Authors shouldn't have to restrict themselves for fear of 'what will people say'. Writers shouldn't have to censor themselves because brainless idiots will take offence and trolls will just want to screw things up wherever they go. Inspiration is such a precious feeling that one should not put chains on the few souls who possess it. I'm tired of reading comments similar to this reblog, I'm tired of seeing passionate authors feeling their work being reduced to nothing because wimp people don't understand anything about freedom of writing! We defend freedom of expression, but we oppress authors about what they’re writing. This is absolute madness!

However, I really, sincerely understand that people can feel outraged or uncomfortable with certain subjects, but in this case, then go on your way. Nothing obliges you to read this story which could fascinate many others.

And I say the same thing about fans a bit too radical who destroy the canon of a story to just impose their own ideas and ships! This. is. not. normal! Of course, you can create your own world within a fandom (that's what fanfictions are all about), but you don't have to impose it on those who don't share your views, or even on the authors themselves. In the same way, one mustn’t blame others for liking something that they dislike themselves.

Yet, banning books for this or that a reason, bringing authors down for this and that thing; there is nothing modern about it! Nothing revolutionary about it! And there is absolutely nothing justified about it!

So leave works of fiction in peace! Unless it physically hurts others or morally/psychologically hurts an actual person/community, it’s perfectly legitimate! That I choose in my fictional story to address incest, abuse, paedophilia, murder, unbridled sexuality, cannibalism, suicide, mutilation, religious truths, profanity, or disease-type mental disorders etc, it's my right! And in particular, if these subjects concern fictional characters to whom moral human codes do not apply and do not have to be applied.

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fedonciadale · 2 years

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Referring last ask from eonweheraldodemanwe: I doubt there are any true Sansa stans that liked her 6,7 and 8 seasons version unironically. It wasn't Sansa that we love, it was product made for dudebros (it failed but you get it). This whole cold bitch persona was created to appeal to general audience, and I'm 100% sure that anyone saying: I started liking Sansa in season 7 wouldn't like her book version. No offence to 7s. Sansa stans, but they are misogynists ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don't make the rules.

I happen to disagree. I am someone who fell for the PoV trap myself. I didn't like Sansa until book two. I failed to see Tyrion as a villain until well into book three.

I wouldn't make any "rules" about when a person has to realize the PoV trap and re-evaluate their opinion to be a valid fan. You really should make allowances for people to change their mind. So, all Sansa fans are valid and I'm not going to call someone a misogynist just because they came to the fandom at another time than me. And I have seen people come to like Sansa and rethink her whole arc because she stood up to Dany in season 8 - and yes, they then began to like BookSansa as well.

And sry, not sry. Sansa's persona was never meant to appeal to the General Audience. Since season 4 D&D teased Dark Sansa. They wanted the audience to mistrust her.

I agree though that the whole depiction of Sansa (like her thanking the Hound for her abuse aka "character development" - yikes) had misogynistic vibes, and many thing they did with Sansa played into misogynistic stereotypes but that does not mean that people were not able to see beyond that.

So, please stop that gatekeeping that will get us nowhere and maybe trust that people have a brain.

I prefer BookSansa as well, but ShowSansa has enough of her book character for me to still like her. She was shown caring for her people and if that is not Sansa to a t, I don't know what to tell you.

#anon ask #Sansa Stark #Sansa Stark defence squad #Sorry but 'no offence' makes my hackles rise #anti gatekeeping #Let people come to love Sansa #in any way #Show Sansa fans are valid as well

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warriorsbutnotreally · 2 years

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Ngl when I first heard that Frecklewish was in the Dark Forest, I thought it was a mistake considering how inconsistent the wiki and the family tree is But it's not the Erins had to make a fricken page about and I'm pissed

yeah it's just

really infuriating

especially when they claim to have noticed what the fans were saying and then literally repeating things that fans had been debunking ever since they realized that Frecklewish was in the Dark Forest

and another thing that gets me is them saying they checked the forums and

no offence

as someone who was on those forums like

ages ago

if it's the forums I think it is

that place is a toxic cesspool filled with legitimate Mapleshade apologists / people who believe she should be in StarClan, people who have the most vile and uncomfortable hatred for Squirrelflight to the point it boils down to actual sexism, and where I found some of the worst Thistleclaw defenders

also the place where I recall a forum thread where someone argued that LGBT+ cats weren't realistic and people gatekeep the fandom often

and then they say that but they don't address how there are worse cats who are in StarClan as we speak does nothing but make my blood boil

then they brush it off like "oh, but ig you can believe StarClan made a mistake" and bringing up ASHFUR

there's also the argument that - if assuming that cats who are more equip to swim as compared to you from a land-dwelling Clan gets you sent to hell, why aren't more cats in hell?

I know I rambled about this in my original post, too, but them saying she was complacent in the deaths of the kits and mis-telling what happened in Mapleshade's Vengeance by mentioning all this spite and head in Frecklewish's heart that cannot be read in the original context of the book [in fact, we see more of the opposite]

then why isn't half of arc 1 ShadowClan in hell? No one but a few select cats fought to save the kits from Brokenstar's abuse

why isn't Rainflower, who horribly neglected one of her sons, or Lizardstripe, who refused to feed a kitten and made him feel absolutely unwanted [even allowing her own kits to harass him]

why isn't Oakstar himself, who not only was the one to banish Mapleshade, but also potentially put kittypet kits in harm during his raids on twolegplace all because these much weaker cats were just simply curious about the forest?

what about Russetfur, Rowanclaw, and Cedarheart, who had left Berrykit stuck in a fox trap and did nothing but laugh and jeer? He was still a young kit at that point!

fucking Raggedstar, who killed without needing to and lied through his teeth - the same Raggedstar who gaslit Yellowfang about the murder of Hal, who joined in to mocking her whenever she wanted to help Sagewhisker, who emotionally and mentally ab*sed her and then claimed he loved her, who would lash out at her when he was upset and then proceed to give her the cold shoulder?

why do these cats get to go to StarClan? I understand they want to say StarClan is flawed, but some of these flaws run so much deeper than others to the point where it's actually fucking concerning

how is Frecklewish worse than any of these cats? these horrible cats who, even if one if just an author statement, are all enjoying a rather undeserved paradise?

but what did we expect?

these are the same website runners who decided that Vicky was wrong in saying certain things were no longer canon and implementing the very controversial Su Susann headcanons

the same people who, in their post about Frecklewish, linked back to the post all about who they are [Behind The Scenes At Warrior Cats HQ] as in weird sort of "we're in charge so you have to listen to what we say" manner

I'm going to stay mad at this and the moment the website allows me to log on I'm reacting to that post very negatively

#frecklewish #warriors #warrior cats

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cheelduh · 3 years

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How to strike your way into someone’s heart (Highschool AU)

Part 2 to this. Can be read alone!

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Warnings: A lot of swearing I mean what do you expect they’re all teenagers. Lots of brick slapping. Childe clowns Scaramouche. OH YES this isn’t edited at all lmfao have fun.

Synopsis: It’s your big date with Childe after you lost the bet miserably. You decide to pay the occult club a visit in hopes of finding something that can...ease your concerns. Childe on the other hand has Signora give him a friendly piece of advice, believe it or not.

Note: SRY THIS TOOK ME LIKE A MONTH

For as long as you can remember, you've never believed in ghosts, demons, or souls that lose their way in the endless void, forced to roam the earth in repentance.

Believing in the unknown takes creativity, adventure, maybe even a little sense of fear. Scratch that—a shitton of fear, because humans love to weave in their insecurities and inability to explain something into something of a phenomenon.

Bad luck lies in this category. Bad luck is simply a way to justify the catastrophe that one cannot admit they have fabricated themselves. Everyone wants a reason as to why shit hits the fan, and it can be anything but their own fault.

Bad luck is nothing but a load of bull to you. That's totally why you're standing outside the calculus classroom during lunch break, which happens to be the official meet spot for the occult club.

You raise a fist to knock, but then falter, thinking over your options once again. Is this what it has come to? Putting your faith into the weird kids that once tried to summon Schrödinger's cat for the physics final.

Fischl kicks the door wide open, a smirk playing at her lips once she spots you. "One cannot refrain from the song of your cogitation. The feline for which thou dwell on—"

A squeak leaves your throat and you flinch back, cutting her off. "You can read my mind?"

"Fischl," An icy eyed boy shows up from behind her and points a thumb back. "Mona needs your help."

Fischl squints at you for a brief moment, and then spins onto her heel to go back into the room.

The blue haired lower class man, Chongyun you guess, narrows his eyes at you. "Is there something I can help you with?"

Finally you manage to speak, palms all sweaty. "Yeah uh, I need your help. You know, with occulty things." You use your hands to articulate your thoughts, but ultimately give up.

You're not sure if it's pity towards your pathetic explanation or simply annoyance, but Chongyun widens the opening. He silently gestures for you to follow.

Stumbling on your feet and putting on your big girl pants, you hurry inside of the room, hoping you aren't seen by Beidou. She wouldn't let you hear the end of this.

The temperature instantly drops, and you have to adjust your sight to navigate. There's heavy incense in the air as well as a a few lighted candles from the dollar store, you guess.

Sitting smack dab in the middle of all the demonic markings is Mona, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Chongyun has made his way next to her, crossing his arms with a sigh, and Fischl is busy cooing at her bird.

"Well well well..." Mona's amused, eyes almost twinkling as she gets up from the poor desk that had to suffer the wrath of her ass. "If it isn't Y/N."

Mona is a glorified dick wiper in your books. One time, she partnered up with you in chemistry last year and refused to do any work because apparently her "star sign" said she was incompatible with science. You haven't forgiven her since.

"I need your help." You barely manage to choke out the words, reigning yourself in by clenching your fists instead. It'll be unethical to claw her face, especially since you're the one who's come to her.

"Oh?" She smiles wickedly, revelling in every moment of this no doubt. "Why would the high and mighty Y/N need help from the 'Whoroscope whore'?"

Fischl nearly slips out a laugh, trying with her upmost ability to refrain from rolling all over the floor.

You blink away your tears of almost-laughter, casually sliding in twenty mora across the table dividing you two. If she's a whoroscope whore like you say she is, she'll definitely put it in her bra.

Mona raises a brow, but her eyes linger on the bill for a second too much. "What makes you think I'll do it for money?"

"That's simple," You say, rolling your eyes. "When you see mora, you cling to it like a baby clings to a tit. Now just take it and solve my issues."

She fumes a litany of curses but snatches the money up anyways.

"What do you want?"

You breathe in, then out. "I need a talisman."

Mona raises a brow, hand on her hip. "I'm sorry. Did I get that right?"

How dare she. You will your eye into not twitching, the beginnings of fire thrumming through your veins, scalding hot. How dare she make me repeat myself.

"You know, the thing to fend off evil spirits," Your statement hangs heavy in the air as the cogs in their brains click into place. "I need one that can remove the most evilest thing times ten to the power of twenty five on this planet."

Everyone immediately thinks of Hu Tao.

Chongyun is the first to speak from an area of expertise, seemingly shocked at your words. "Are you sure you want a talisman that powerful? How bad is the evil spirit you've come across?"

You glance out the window, through the semi-open blinds. The apprehension curls in your stomach once you spot Childe chasing Aether with safety scissors, and you've never been more sure of than anything in your life.

Gulping, you turn back to the exorcist. "I'm 110% sure."

He doesn't ask any more questions and goes to fetch the talisman.

Mona clears her throat. "So I hear you have a date with Childe today. Quite the character you've taken to."

"Oh please," You hiss through your teeth, your blood pressure going up tenfold, "you're the one that told him our star signs were intertwined and that we're fated lovers."

She shrugs innocently, stance casual unlike your own that is ready to lunge an attack.

"Here you are," Chongyun hands you a talisman, a colourful mix of some charms, some kind of liquid in a bottle, and about a shitton of other things. "You'll need these if you're going to face the most demonic of all evils."

You think of Childe's stupidly handsome smirk, the playful life of his eyes, and how gentle and considerate he is with you. You think about how cruel he is to others, but how loving he can be to you.

"Oh, I will be."

—

Childe is getting his ass handed to him by Scaramouche on the switch. It's just that he can't seem to focus, not with the forthcoming date all over his mind.

He hasn't experienced these kind of jitters in a long time. Has to endure that foolish smile that's about to plaster all over his face.

Scaramouche may be a son of a bitch with an agenda, but he doesn't appreciate his acquaintances safeguarding their personal crap when it starts to leak onto him. Especially when it comes to video games.

"Okay," The short boy sighs, stretching over the staff room sofa to drop his controller on the cushions. "Let's hear it." He can't even properly enjoy his victories when Childe isn't giving it his all.

"Hear what?" Childe lays his head back, relaxing from all the strain of endless gaming during the lunch hour. He seems too relaxed for someone who's broken into the teacher's lounge.

"Why you're so distracted." Scaramouche points out. "Not that I care—hey! I'm serious here!"

Childe's cracking up for absolutely no reason, rudely cutting him off. "I'm sorry—sorry it's just so hard to take you seriously when you're wearing that stupid fucking hat."

"Don't question the drip." The older moves his head to glare at him, but the thin stripe of silk on his hat swooshes with him, and it's enough to have Childe clutching his stomach in pain as he barks out in laughter.

"Grow the fuck up." Scaramouche says, no doubt exasperated from the constant shit he gets.

"Ok—ok I'm sorry."

There's a knock on the door before Scaramouche gets the chance to intimidate him again.

"Fuck shit fuck who is that? Wasn't there a staff meeting?" Childe whisper yells, panic clear in the ocean of his eyes.

Scaramouche shrugs and downs a can of soda with no care in the world.

Childe would be nonchalant too. If it were a normal day, he wouldn't give two shits about getting caught.

However, he's looking forward to that date he has with you today. Detention is going foil all his lecherous plans.

"It's me." The feminine sound of a threat calls out from the other side. "Open the door." The clicks and clacks of her toes tapping the floor indicating her impatience.

The two sigh in relief, Childe getting up to open the door. It's way too early in the afternoon to deal with this crap.

"Surprised to see me?" Signora greets sweetly, and if not for the murderous glint in her eyes, he would smile back.

"Yeah, I didn't say Bloody Mary three times." The ginger replies, keeping a steady eye on the upperclassman in case she pulls a fast one.

The blonde shoves him aside in offence, and prances in like she owns the goddamn place. Scaramouche greets her with the bird.

"There's this rumour going around—I'm sure you've heard..."

"Oh?" Childe pockets his keys, ready for an attack, not even remotely interested in the topic.

"Something about how Y/N gave Mona a visit today" Signora muses, elegantly taking a seat on the arm of the couch, "with your date and all, I just thought you should know."

"Hah!" Scaramouche bursts out in laughter, tears in the corner of his eyes. "I can't believe she went to get a horoscope reading on how shitty your date's gonna be."

"Get castrated." Childe growls, flipping him off on both hands.

"Now now boys," Signora's lips curl, and she clasps both manicured hands together, prepared to break the fight if it ever reaches its peak. "Settle down. You two are comrades."

"As if I'm comrades with this SIMP!" Scaramouche has to wheeze out the words.

The youngest clenches his fists, unclenches, and then lets a smirk grow. "Oh? I'm the simp? What about that time Mona pantsed you in-front of all the freshmen and you fell in love with her."

Scaramouche glares at him, a glare strong enough to have anyone shaking in their shoes. "I'm attracted at her sheer audacity of trying to fuck I, Scaramouche, the 8th harbinger, over. It takes balls."

"Mad respect." Signora leans forward to place her phone on the coffee table, then approaches Childe. "Moving on, the reason I've decided to bestow my precious intel on you is because I have a favour to ask of you."

"What?" He says blankly, confused that she has a request for him out of all people.

"I need you to let me get you ready for this date of yours." She gives him a gaze that is enough to wither away any arguments.

Childe shares a look with Scaramouche as if to say "am I fucking deaf because I sure as shit didn't just hear that."

"You sure as hell did, boys." Signora intercepts the connection of their two brainwaves with a dreaded sigh. "I hate Y/N. This is the only way I can get back at her."

"Hey!" Childe exclaims loudly, waving his hands in the air incessantly. "What makes you think I'll let you shit on my future girlfriend."

"I'll be doing nothing of the sorts." She points out, giving him a sly smile. "I just know she's terrified of what's coming. The better the date is, the more she's gonna hate herself. What more do I need but to sprinkle some inner conflict within her airtight resolve?"

As favorable as the proposal is, Childe contemplates for a second. Signora...helping him? This could work to his advantage if he plays his cards right.

His inner turmoil takes him into the future, where you two are happily married with eight and a half kids. If you ever managed to find out Signora was the culprit that was finally able to set you two up, you'd never forgive him.

"Nah I'll take a hard pass." He doesn't want to think about divorce and custody battles this early on. He'd rather face the brunt of Signora's wrath.

Scaramouche chooses right then to make a tactical withdrawal out through the window since he doesn't want to be a witness to a murder he hasn't caused.

Surprisingly— "Fine then." Signora shrugs, unbothered when summoning out a minty juul from no where. She's disappointed nonetheless.

Childe tilts his head, perplexed, but decides against mulling over it for too long. Instead, he strides off to the door, wanting to get the last two periods over with so he can run home and freshen up for this date.

"Oh and Childe?" Signora calls out to him, but he barely acknowledges her, only pausing momentarily without looking back. "A piece of friendly advice. A diligent student like Y/N, there's no way she'd be into rash things like fighting. So try and control yourself, hmm?"

He flashes the senior a sheepish smile, the front row tickets to the illegal underground fight-club burning in the back pocket of his pants.

—

Childe conceals near the bushes by the gate, expertly hiding his shaking hands by pretending to look for something in his back. His goal isn't to seem desperate, even though he's raced out here at the speed of light after Havria's dismissal.

It's not like he's trying to eavesdrop or anything. He just wants a little insight on how you're feeling about this, in case the rumors of you visiting the occult club wasn't a farce.

From his peripheral, he spots you and a familiar figure that is Lisa, leisurely walking side by side as you approach the main side walk.

"Ready for your date, Y/N? You've been daydreaming all afternoon." Lisa winks, and dodges the shove you send her way with experience like no other.

"Yes, daydreaming about punching you in the face." Your left eye twitches in annoyance as you fix your hold on your skateboard.

"Well then, I'll be off—ah!"

The gorilla grip you have on her sleeve takes away all the time she has to get on the last bus she's about to miss.

Your utter strength is enough to make Childe's knees weak. How pathetic he thinks.

"Oh no you don't," You say in a sing-song voice, "you got me into this, so you're going to help."

"Help with what?" Lisa fakes a hard pout as she bats her lashes, trying to collect pity points.

"I—" You inhale, loosening your grip on her and averting your eyes nervously to see if anyone's watching. "Don't make me say it."

The older girl motions for you to continue, and you're sure you've suffered more for less at this point.

"I've never...been on a..." The sentence ends in a trailed murmur.

Childe doesn't think he's ever seen you so flustered. He's about to snap a picture for later, but decides against it. They'll be plenty of moments later on to see your cute expressions.

Lisa's grin is both seductive and terrifying, Childe notices. "You've never been on a date?"

"Shut up!" You hiss, dropping your board so you can cover her lips with your palm, eyes darting around your surroundings frantically. "Not so loud."

He has to bite at his fist to hide his amusement.

As if she has a sixth sense, Lisa's eyes somehow find Childe's through the abundance of leaves, and there's a glint in her eyes that nearly makes him shart his pants.

"Of course Y/N," She replies sweetly to you, who is currently unaware of the staring match going on. "I'll teach you everything you need to know...and more."

Childe doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing. Nor does he want to find out.

—

You ponder on what's taking him so long, more on edge than you usually are. Thankfully, Lisa basically pried your hair down from its usual up-do. Said something about how you can hide your lack of shits given as to not offend him.

Except you think you're giving more shits that you expected to. Why else would your heart be pounding so hard?

"What took you so long?" You sense him creeping up on you, ceasing his chance to pounce.

Childe groans playfully and slaps a hand over his face as he comes into view. "How'd you know?"

"You have a douche-styled gait." You reply as you remove your gaze off your phone to approach him.

He's prepared to shoot a witty reply, but it dies halfway through his throat when he procures a good look at you. Your hair frames your face elegantly, eyes shining despite the tiredness that's so clear, all complete with a cooling spring dress that hugs you just right.

Mouth going dry, he forgets how to speak the common tongue, unable to tear his gaze off your form.

You shift in place awkwardly. "Uh are you okay? Looking a little...blank."

"Sorry—sorry just thinking." Childe stumbles over his words like the complete idiot and a half he is, berating himself countlessly on the inside. He regains his confidence once he spots the light dust on your cheeks. "You ready for the best date ever?"

"The best date huh?" It's the first time you smile today, and he swears his heart leaps in his rib cage. You're the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on. "I'm ready. I better not be disappointed."

"I wouldn't dare disappoint, girlie." He feigns mock offence as dramatically as possible. "I'll show you how to have some real fun. Cool keychain by the way, for good luck?"

It's one of the charms Chongyun urged you to carry with you at all times to keep all forms of evil away.

"Yeah...something like that."

The two of you ease into the walk in a relatively comfortable fashion, contributing with lively chatter and a few jabs here and there. It's not awkward at all, not like you thought it would be. Your nerves loosen up, mind diverting from the roots of the stress of high school.

"—And you won't believe what Kaeya did the other day. I'm telling you there's something wrong with him because that SoundCloud rapper wannabe Venti goaded him into birdboxing through the hallways at lunch."

"And the son of a bitch did it?"

"The son of a bitch did it." Childe confirmed, gasping through his laughs as the two of you converse in psychobabble. "And guess who he bumped into?"

You're choking in laughter, tears in your eyes as you hunch over and shake. "He didn't. Childe—no he didn't."

"Straightttt into Diluc. And he had the balls to feel him up because he thought he bumped into a hot bab—"

Childe crashes into a sturdy chest and stumbles backwards towards you, but manages to catch his balance midway. Both of you freeze when faced with a buff guy from another school, bandages on his fist and a crooked smirk on his face.

Fuck. You think. Classic high school cliché.

Realizing he can't risk the remainder of this date when it hasn't even begun, Childe raises a hand in apology, aiming to be the bigger person instead of socking the kid in the face.

"Sorry. I wasn't looking." He offers to the guy, but you can tell he isn't buying any of it. There are about four more kids who group, a setup that isn't going to end in your favour.

"Hey punk. You don't remember me?" The upperclassmen barks out, glaring holes into your date.

You deadpan towards Childe, but he's too is racking his brain to remember. Ends up shrugging with no recollection.

"I have a list of names but they're in my other pants." Shit, what an a-grade reply. Now you know you're done for. "Listen dude, I'm kind of on a date and the vibe is going great. Don't ruin it."

"It's a good thing she's here to watch then!" The guy yells, stomping so that he's right in-front of Childe, ready to pounce. "You humiliated me in front of my gang last week. I'm here to rip you a new one."

Childe blinks, tries to remember, and when he doesn't, he grabs a wad full of cash from the his Fanny pack and throws it at the guy's feet.

Everyone's eyes bulge out of their sockets, including yours at the amount of money placed there casually on the crack of the dirty sidewalk.

"Hopefully this is enough for the damages." Childe offers, aiming to not further escalate the situation albeit how pissed he is right now. If you weren't here...well that would be another, much more violent story.

With a soft tug, Childe brings you close and begins to pass the guy, until he's abruptly stopped by a hand gripping his shoulder tightly.

"I don't think so!" The guys barks, and his lackeys move to surround you two. "You gotta pay taxes too buddy." Oh he's getting way too comfortable now.

A feral smile grows on Childe's face as he looks over his shoulder. "Oh?"

"Yeah shithead." The guy seethes, puffing out his chest to size him up.

Childe itches for a fight. He can no longer keep in the urge and is just about ready to raise a heavy fist, but is beaten by the sound of a loud thwack, and then a painful groan following.

There you are, standing in front of the trembling asshole, spinning your crossbody bag in circles like it's a nunchuck in all it's glory. There's a deadly glint in your eyes, pure, unadulterated vexation in your features.

If Childe could fall for you any harder, it's probably happening now. In that exact moment, his heart beats in his ears uncontrollably, and there's nothing but raw adoration that piles up all at once.

You're an angel of destruction, a force not to be reckoned with, and shit, you're the eye of the fucking storm.

Fire courses through your veins as you pulverize the guy with your bag, swinging with such expertise it has Childe in awe. "He may be an absolute idiot for not remembering—"

"Hey girlie you're killing me here!" Your date snaps out of his astonishment temporarily.

"—but you don't get to call him a shithead, you asshole!" You snarl angrily, gripping the handle of your bag tightly, decking everyone that lunges at you, letting out strings of curses with every hit. Every hit sends a flock of them either stumbling back in pain, or knocked out completely.

Childe doesn't even get a chance to lift a finger by the time you're done violating them with your heavy ass pink bag. Stands there like an absolute loser.

"Apologize." You pant, prepared to send another flurry of attacks at the leader, who is crawling away with a battered face. "Apologize or I'll—I'll fucking Russian neck tie your ass."

"S-sorry!" The guy whimpers out and tries not to piss his pants at the threat.

Childe is still in too much shock at the whole ordeal to reply, short circuiting.

Another thirty seconds pass until he registers the smaller hand waving in front of his face. He catches your cold hand through his haze, brings it closer.

Running a free hand through his locks, he doesn't hide his astonishment. "You're fucking gorgeous, girlie." He whistles lowly, eyeing you with a new kind of regard.

"I-I uh." Your face is all shades of red by now, the adrenaline from kicking ass wearing down. "Let's go."

"How is that bag so heavy?" One of the fallen gasps out in pain, clutching his ribs as he trembles on the floor. "Like a buh-brick."

A part of your zipper in open, and Childe briefly peeks out of morbid curiosity. His jaw slackens. "Is that a...no, it can't be."

"It's a brick." You murmur guiltily, gnawing at your bottom lip. "Just in case." Fingers tentatively play with the straps.

Childe is head over heels by now, all smitten as a foreign warmth bubbles up in his throat, and he's just about sure he'll puke his heart out.

His next words are picked out carefully. "There's an underground fight club going on—"

You lock and aim for his right kidney.

Worth a try, Childe thinks.

"SIKE. Joking—joking. Just a joke." He insists, gloved hands raised by his ears in defence.

Clicking your tongue, you scowl and rush past him.

It hasn't even been an hour and it's been the most exciting date Childe's ever experienced. When he sees your lips twitch, he knows it's the same for you as well.

"Are we going or not?" You mumble, avoiding eye contact, a tinge of red still decorating your cheeks.

Childe crumbles into his hands at your deadly duality. One that comes for his enemies and one that comes straight for his heart.

#genshin impact #genshin impact oneshot #childe x reader #childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin oneshot #tartagila #mona genshin impact #Chonghyun #kaeya alberich #master diluc #venti genshin impact #fischl #lisa genshin impact #jean gunnhildr #fanfic

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starbright-cobweb · 2 years

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Tom of Finland (2017)

It's normal for Hollywood for adapt artist biopics in the 'visual style' of their imagery - rightly intuiting that the target market for the film is really fans of their work. This is not that.

It's dour, it's quiet - just like the life of Touko Laaksonen, better known for his gay fantasy illustrations under the name "Tom of Finland". More expansively, it's about the intense changes of 20th century gay life.

This is queer cinema done right. Touko has friends, family, a god-child, life partners and communities; his life is constrained, but still full. The horrors of queer life are neither underplayed to feel-good palatability, nor overplayed as tragedy: blips in a life that's mostly alright, all told, the way that most lives are.

And it's right about leather. Huw Lemmy recently described Cruising, accurately, as "homophobic but good", and compared it to the terrible depiction of leather in Bohemian Rhapsody. Let's unpack "homophobic-but-good". Cruising is a prurient, straight-made film of the 1980s featuring documentary-like footage filmed in real leather bars; it says "in this city is a dark, throbbing sexual underworld - dangerous, seedy, filled with hard, strong men and they want to fuck you, with bulging, muscled arms that can overpower you". And the thing about this is, it's the straight's worst nightmare - it's a profoundly homophobic terror - and also the thing about this is, "...oh do go on; tell me everything. I am quivering in my shiny, shiny boots". You can't misrepresent leather as deviant, hypersexual threat; that's part of its fantasy of itself. One can and should critique the reasons and ways straight creators deploy this imagery; but one will have a fantastic time doing so, scrutinising the work...in great detail...and considerable length.

Tom of Finland doesn't do this - it's a surprisingly nonerotic movie - because it starts with the gay subject as a person rather than a fetish. Leather is community and it is connection. Touko doesn't enter a forbidding, ecstatic sexual underworld; it's a bunch of guys in an average-looking bar, and they're all friends. The owner waves to him and chats about business. He signs some magazines. He's pleased yet discomforted by the liberated joy of the next generation which he can't quite allow himself. It's very much like bars you will have visited. Nobody looks like a Tom of Finland illustration because no human does. They look like men I've met.

Leather is community - and it's community formed around feeling strong and desireable, but that wider context is always present, that what these people are can never be beautiful or good back home. This is community for outcasts, and to be welcomed and among friends is political and homely far more than it is horny. Yes, cruising brings danger - but there's never any doubt about the source of that danger: primarily, cops.

The film touches on leather's role as informal education during the AIDS crisis; a launchpad for rising gay confidence; and a shared language. Touko of the 1940s daringly cruises by slipping his doodles under a toilet stall (dear god, boys; can you imagine the romance of being handed a Tom of Finland original as an overture?). Doug - American kid of the 1970s who responds to artwork published in a magazine by hitting the gym - keeps an illustration in his locker and, in an adorably cringe moment, struts-like-an-illustration and lets out his manliest "hi - I'm Doug" to a fellow who's also got a ToF pinup on display. Same gesture. But these images are transformed from Tom's private language, to a shared one.

It also highlights the importance of amateur archival work to queer culture: "dirty pictures", according to his sister; shredded and stomped by violent bigots; an arrestable offence to draw or posess; elevated to high art by his American fandom who make the exhibitions, the books, the preservation happen. Deftly, the film skips forward to contemporary people browsing glossy Tom of Finland artbooks and students sketching from his work on ipads.

Touko is a sombre figure, and the film moves from the intense claustrophobia of 1950s Finland to expansiveness of the 70s Californian sun. There's an almost Midsommaresque queasiness to how abruptly bright and open the landscape becomes. Touko, getting on in years, is visibly discombobulated by a world he's helped create: confident, leather-clad young men, unafraid of the police, unafraid of their masculinity, their desires or one another. But he's also - quietly, in the way of men of the wartime generation - finally, after a life peppered by homophobia - proud.

Unexpectedly wholesome.

#film log #Tom of Finland #Tom of Finland (2017)

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quacka-quacka · 3 years

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What do you think was Paul opinion on Jane most risque films like deep end, considering he was very jealous and chauvanist. I said this, because michael Caine in his book told how paul was not happy about jane using only a man shirt and he got away in the end and it was added an extra cloth so her legs were more covered.

That's exactly what I thought when I watched Deep End. Even though he was married to Linda when the film released, I still wish to see his face when he saw his ex-girlfriend almost got nude on the screen! That would be absolute treasure🤣

The incident Michael Caine talked about happened during the filming of Alfie:

Jane Asher, the young actress who was playing one of my many girlfriends, had a bedroom scene with me in which she appeared to be clad in one of my shirts and nothing else. As this shirt was not transparent and was about the same length as the mini skirts that were all the rage at the time, we thought that modesty was being upheld and that there was nothing prurient or salacious about the scene. However, Jane happened to be the girlfriend or maybe even the fiancée of Paul McCartney of the Beatles at the time, and we were discreetly informed that Mr McCartney did not approve of the length of my shirt, nor the amount of Miss Asher’s leg that it exposed, so before we shot the scene our wardrobe department had to cut up one of my spare shirts of the same design and add about a foot to the length of the original one. With the shirt now reaching well below Jane’s knees, Victorian standards of modesty were restored, except that with a shirt of that length, I should have been seven feet tall … but it was a comedy, so what the hell.

— Michael Caine, What's It All About?

Interestingly, two years before, in The Masque of The Red Death, Jane had a scene more risque than clad in man's shirt (not as risque as Deep End though).

Maybe he took more offence when Jane had intimate contact with other men? What can be sure is that Paul is not as secure as he claimed to be. Talking about John's song Run for Your Life, Paul said he never had the concern John had about his girl with another man:

Paul: John was always on the run, running for his life. He was married; whereas none of my songs would have "catch you with another man". It was never a concern of mine, at all, because I had a girlfriend and I would go with other men, it was a perfectly open relationship so I wasn't as worried about that as John was.

— Paul McCartney: Many Years From Now

It's also funny that Paul always contends his "perfectly open relationship" with Jane. Although either of them had lovers outside, Paul took her out performances as a reason for cheating while being deadly jealous of Jane with other men or he wouldn't mind Jane only wore a man shirt or he wouldn't blame the breakup on Jane just because "She'd got a boyfriend in Bristol and was going to leave me for him." Really it's another "secure" moment of him, isn't it?

Jane Asher came to Paris for a few days and stayed at a small hotel near the Sorbonne. It was her first trip and she wanted to see the city, but Paul said she might be recognized and that she should stay in the suite at the George V while the Beatles were performing at the Olympia.

‘That’s typical of Paul,’ she remarked. ‘It’s so silly of me to stay at the hotel. It’s just that he’s so insecure. For instance, he keeps saying he’s not interested in the future, but he must be because he says it so often. The trouble is, he wants the fans’ adulation and mine too. He’s so selfish; it’s his biggest fault. He can’t see that my feelings for him are real and that the fans’ are fantasy.’

— Love Me Do! The Beatles' Progress

If Jane married Paul in the end, I'm sure we are not going to find anything about Paul's outrageous life in 60s from any credible account. The way he manages PaulandLinda image is and example (Paul and Linda both have rumors about extramarital affairs though). Anyway, I'm glad to see Jane pursuing her career freely, it's not a bad choice.

#jane asher #paul mccartney #paul and jane #michael caine #deep end #the masque of the red death

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kitsu-katsu · 4 years

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On kiribaku becoming canon and their evidence:

So I posted this on reddit earlier, but wanted to have it here where more KRBK shippers are, since I just ended up compiling a lot more than I thought I would.

Fair warning: A pretty big text with a compilation of kiribaku moments ahead.

We would all love kiribaku being canon, and I think it's not as much of a longshot as some may lead you to believe.

Honestly, if one of them was a girl, this would most certainly be canon, like, just in the anime we have:

Them becoming friends slowly in the background, leaving us with good development between them that is so seamless it can hit you hard once you notice how close they've become if you hadn't noticed before.

Them arriving and leaving the pool together while walking in the sunset.

They support and compliment each other (both on personality and quirks, like come on).

Kirishima can just lean on Bakugou or side hug him all the time and Bakugou lets him with no problem, which considering who we're talking about is a pretty big thing.

Kirishima can seem even more agitated than Deku about Bakugou being taken, and Deku is the one who idolized him since childhood.

The whole "It has to be you" thing and the precious hand holding (including that little scene after the rescue, where Kiri tries to grab Baku's hand again).

Kirishima bought expensive night vision googles in case they were useful for the rescue even though they had Yaomomo with them (this boy goes through extremes just to ensure his boyfriend's best friend's safety)

Kirishima is officially the one Bakugou considers an equal, and considering his conflicting inferiority and superiority complexes (making him perpetually place people as above him or beneath him) is vital information.

Kirishima is esentially Bakugou's first real friend (as Deku was considered more of an incomprehensible nuisance and his childhood troop seemed more like his followers who just put him up on a pedestal and followed what he did).

Kirishima has jumped in front of danger for Bakugou's sake quite a bit of times (including a time in the movie).

Kirishima is a central piece in Bakugou's character development.

Bakugou was the one who told Kirishima he was strong and gave him his confidence back, reminding him of what he said at the start of their friendship.

Kirishima unlocked fucking UNBREAKABLE because of Bakugou's encouragement.

Going to extra stuff:

Bakugou's favourite hobbie is hiking, and we're shown he takes Kirishima with him sometimes, thing he doesn't seem to do with other characters.

The whole festival thing, with the narrator outright assuming Bakugou must have given his coat to a pretty girl who was cold, only for it to be revealed in another picture that he gave it to Kirishima because as usual, he didn't have a shirt on.

On the movie Bakugou could have taken anyone to I-Island and took Kirishima as his plus one. They share a room. Kirishima bought suits for both of them, with the most detailed one with white roses being for Bakugou, and they decide to go to the party together.

In a BNHA Smash connected directly to the movie, Midoriya notices the white roses in Bakugou's suit and notes that they mean deep respect and "I'm the one for you", which prompts Bakugou to send an explosion his way (not to Kirishima who gave him the suit, mind you), which makes the flowers turn red (from blood), after which Mineta appears to say that red roses mean "beautiful and passionate love".

They are usually seen together in merch stuff.

There's this tumblr post talking about japanese fan's reactions to one of Horikoshi's drawings which I find at least hilarious:

https://exbrodokills.tumblr.com/post/187710597637/here-it-is

There are discussions regarding Kirishima's character sheet and the translation of him liking "tough guys" (here's a podt by aitaikimochi explaining the meaning of the translation: https://www.google.com/amp/s/aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/171127708911/amp) where even translator such as aitaikimochi have gotten into, and they have mentioned that there's a japanese stereotype of a type of gay guy who is obsessed with "manly behaviour" and usually stay away from women, prefering tough guys instead, which is interesting to say the least.

Some of the light novel episodes which show more slice of life moment feature some good kiribaku moments, with a prominent one being this one wich details their study date (it seriously seems like fan fiction, not even kidding, and this is supposed to be sort of canon):

https://www.google.com/amp/s/aitaikimochi.tumblr.com/post/171236111166/amp

Also there's a chapter where Kirishima tells Fatgum about Bakugou being extremely happy, and another one where they are arm wrestling between classes and they cheer for one another heavily.

(Honesly, just go through aitaikimochi's whole kiribaku tag, there are some pretty interesting things there)

Here are some analysis on their possible coding, if you guys are interested:

https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1dxO6Y0yK_wxOJDmRsBYvsVWKwsH7tKc92skxJ--R1m4/edit?usp=drivesdk

(Bakugou's one link can be found at the end of that one)

And in BNHA Smash, there are quite a lot of things, and we must not forget that the whole thing still gets approved by Horikoshi before being published, some of my favourite things are:

Kirishima inviting Bakugou to spend christmas together, with the translators noting christmas in Japan to be a romantic holiday in the same panel.

In one issue, Jirou falls for Kiri and him being oblivious just leaves her for Bakugou.

Once Bakugou becomes a shoujo boy after being his with a quirk and just involuntarily talks in flirt, and in one moment Kirishima outright flirts back.

Bakugou works his ass off to repay Kirishima for the night vision googles they used in the rescue.

Kirishima is literally described as the chicken soup for Bakugou's soul!

An interesting thing I found out is that in the chapter where all of 1A minus Bakugou turn into animals, one scene originally had Kirishima (as a dog) getting jealous of Kaminari and Midoriya petting Tsuyu (as a cat - yes I know, a cat) and giving all their attention to her, however, Horikoshi himself changed that scene, noting he didn't think their character relations worked well in that scene, and made it so that the one that ended up in smash contains Kirishima (as a dog) getting jealous because Todoroki (as a koala) has climbed up Bakugou's torso and won't let go. I saw this all in a tumblr post a few months ago, which showed the original scene in a book (I think it was in italian and was translates below) but I can't currently find the link, sorry, if someone finds it, It'd be appreciated if you could reblog with said link.

And in regards to meta stuff, the show already has some LGBT characters in it, with Magne and Tiger being trans and Toga being bisexual, so it's not as much of a lost cause to hope for this as it would initially seem.

(Please kirimina shippers, don't take offence because of this, it isn't my intention to insult your ship, I simply want to analize what has been given to us, so please try to take this lightly):

We should also take into consideration Krishima's first version in the sort of "beta" for the manga (where Midoriya was Yamikumo).

His character sheet mentions he's quite the delinquent and entered UA to impress a girl. Obviously his character evolved tremendously since then, but the girl was most probably intended to be Mina's equivalent. This was later changed to him liking "tough guys"/"hard liners" and his thing with Mina became more of an "I admired your bravery and heroic spirit when in middle school even if I hardly knew you", later seeing each other and establishing more of a little friendship. However, it hasn't really moved further from there, and Kirishima has already established much stronger bonds with our favourite exploding boy. All changes in characters are made for a reason, and Horikoshi clearly changed his mind on Kirishima's motives for wanting to be a hero and his relationship with Mina.

So yeah, all in all, this ship is great, it's precious, adorable, helps both characters grow, is balanced and has good chemistry. So even if after all these things they don't become officially canon, we still have so much canon material for them in the present I'd honestly still be happy, these dorks make me smile and melt my heart, so I hope they both have good endings.

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ofc!!! And I just wanted to add that manacled doesn't romanticize the things per say it's mostly the fans. Like apparently there was this one girl that shifted to manacled like she was Hermione and then complained when Draco treated her like a piece of shit instead of being romantic and sweet like??? Also it's totally true that people like that are in every fandom but there seems to be a lot in dramione because it's very hated because it's forbbiden love or whtv, also no offence to you if you take it and even though I am techinally not a minor either I just feel it's very very weird that Dramione fans mostly consists of adults- Like they age up the characters just to put them through something or sexualize them.. Oh and one more thing I think Golden Boy got taken down because it's on Wattpad and it was around the time when Wattpad was bought and they were 'clensing the app' or smth, and well you can report a story on AO3 almost 99% of the time no matter if it has incest or even worst it doesn't get removed. Also also it's not just manacled. People/The author of 'The Auction' were gonna turn it into a fan film?? The story itself is pretty fucked up, and seeing people making a toxic and digusting relationship normal is to say the least very distrubing. Especially that fic were she is being literally SOLD. Anyhow I think I talked too much woops! I just never ever meet nice Dramione fans willing to talk about it.

i- what even was that first part 💀 is that person okay lmao

no worries about all about the offending part. i write for draco and recently a lot of people have been aging draco up for step!dad etc fics so i kinda get where you're coming from, it happens everywhere. with this like this, just because it makes you or i uncomfortable, it doesnt mean its necessarily disgusting or gross. if they were aging up a minor, then absolutely it's just wrong, but as Draco was 18+ by the end of the books and middle aged by the end, i don't think i could agree with you whole heartedly there.

also i have a feeling you'll never read dramione so speaking as someone who has read hundreds of dramione fics and am an avid reader (ie, i read roughly 50+ a year), having older people in the community makes the writing so damn good. some of these most well known fics were written better than half the ya books ive read. and that's something i probably can't say for many other fandoms (we are not counting After the harry styles fic remotely in the same category)

omg it was Golden Boy yes, jesus what a shit show that was.

as for your last point, there are hundreds upon thousands of books, films, tv series revolving around the topics of sl*very, m*rder, r*pe etc. you could say that Voldemort trying to murder a BABY was equally disturbing. so another work of fiction in this format doesn't change much in my opinion. fanfiction is a work of fiction ie made up. I've read The Auction and i can happily say it's one of the best works ive read and does not portray in the way you think at all. i understand that if you have just read the synopsis and have heard others talk about the premise, you could see it as such but that's simply not true when you read it.

no worries about the rant, i do it a lot ie here. if you actually read all of this than thank you! I'm sorry that you havent had many nice interactions with people who like dramione and i hope that this discussion has been useful in anyway! i know it sounds like im just disagreeing with everything you've said and partly it is but as i can see where your opinion comes from, i hope you see mine

#anon <3 #dramione.chats #zo answers <3 #tw rape mention #tw murder mention #tw slavery mention #dramione

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My Top 10 Ships of 2020

It's been a weird year but I've seen other people doing this. Plus this year I've been way more into gen fics (love a bit of found family especially in clone wars and marvel) than anything shippy. So I genuinely don't know what imma put on here aside from two ships for sure. Sorry this post is super long idk how to do the below the cut thing and I've had this app for 5 years...

10) Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki - Yuri!!! On Ice

It was a real toss up between this, supercorp, kanera and wolfstar cos they're all very integral ships to my fan heart but this son because of the Yuri on Ice fandom's rebirth this year. I've never stopped shipping this, never stopped reading fanfic of them for any extended period of time, they're still my most bookmarked ship on ao3 (although I think now star wars - all media types may have overtaken them for fandom). They were one of the first things I watched where the queer ship I loved became canon and I can't wait for the film (and hopefully someday a season 2). Heck I even made my mum watch Yuri on Ice with me so I think that says it all.

9) Edelgard Von Hresvelg and female Byleth - Fire Emblem: Three Houses

My first fire emblem game was fates when I was like 14 (and finally gay awake lol). I was so disappointed that I had to be with a guy character because the only female option was kinda creepy and also I wouldn't get the character of kana. So when three houses came out I was so happy because finally there were beautiful incredible female characters my female byleth could romance (I'm so sorry mlm you deserved so much more than you got). I got the game as soon as it came out (had to search a lot of shops let me tell you) and started on black eagles. I was actually kinda disappointed back in 2019. I didn't like the explore the monastery bit (still find it kinda tedious) and the battle mechanics weren't quite the same as fates (no pairing up?! Aka my main battle technique for protecting the weaker units). So I got like 20 hours in and put it down. Came back to it in lockdown and finally finished it! I'm so proud of myself I virtually never finish games. And I fully fell in love with the useless lesbian edelgard in the process. When I started back playing in 2020 I was like eh I wish I'd picked a different character to romance (like shes an emperor that's morally very shady) but then the romance stuff started with edelgard and I fell the heck in love.

8) Cory Matthews and Shawn Hunter (and Topanga Lawrence) - Boy Meets World

Disney+ was released in the UK this year and I finally got the opportunity to watch boy meets world in its best quality (aka not on YouTube). I watched it back when I was like 12 or 13 and it's such a nostalgic show for me. Watching it again I still absolutely adore it (and my bi ass was low-key crushing on Shawn especially in chick like me - I'm 18 btw and I got so scared for a sec but rider strong was 18 when chick like me came out so it's fine woah). And of course now I see the possibilities of the beautiful Cory and Shawn relationship like they were so bromance it was basically romance and throw in topanga it's the perfect ot3 (but I'm also fine with just Cory and Shawn or just Cory and Topanga). Read some good fanfic for them this year. My favourite was one about Shawn stealing makeup and stuff and exploring gender (need more fics like this I'm biiii).

7) Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes - Marvel Cinematic Universe

I rewatched all the MCU films this year too. And got really into Peter parker whump and irondad. Plus my eternal obsession with identity and relationship reveals of course led me from Spiderman identity reveals (and found family cuteness) to stucky coming out. Especially when it involves the internet and social media. Not my favourite ship but it's been significant to my year due to the sheer amount of marvel stuff I've read.

6) Satine Kryze and Obi Wan Kenobi - Star Wars

I rewatched clone wars in prep for season 7 and wow Satine's death was sad and sudden. She first appeared in S2 E13 I think and just the sheer sexual tension of their bickering. "The sarcasm of a soldier. The delusion of a dreamer." Just ugnnhhh my bi ass can't take much more of this. And Anakin just sipping his wine in the background grinning. And I fully believe korkie is a Kenobi.

5) Commander Cody and Obi Wan Kenobi - Star Wars

I am very much an Obi wan multishipper. I don't really have a favourite but I fully believe he was with satine and Quinlan in his life. I don't think be would've actually done anything with Cody because of the whole superior officer thing. And this probably isn't even my favourite Obi wan ship - that honour probably goes to quinobi or obitine. However the most popular ships in the fandom are codywan, quiobi and obikin. No offence to anyone who ships these they're just personally not to my taste, but I can't stand quiobi, and obikin I find only slightly more tolerable and I think that's just because there's so much obikin content so if I like the concept of a fic that happens to be obikin I'll read it. I'm just not a fan of the mentor/student relationships. So I generally favoured the codywan fics when there was shipping involved meaning I read a lot of them this year. Needed that nice fix it content post season 7.

4) Zuko and Katara - Avatar: the Last Airbender

Again I am a multishipper I have nothing against zukka it's cute. But I'm a zutara shipper first and foremost because when I first watched avatar I was like 13 and denying my gayness and gayness in general so I shipped the straight things and the straight things only. Most of these ships I stopped shipping - dramione, spuffy, some my little pony ones which we don't talk about. Zutara stayed. (I have nothing against any of the things I used to ship I just stopped shipping them so much/shipped new things more). I've continuously shipped zutara since I first watched avatar even if I didn't necessarily spend that much time on it it has always been here as one of my favourite ships. It has such good fanfic I swear including my favourite ever fanfic from any fandom - love thy enemy. Plus like the black games (reread this for the millionth time this year), a delicate subterfuge (which I read for the first time this year and damn it's so good) and so many more. With the avatar resurgence this year I haven't actually rewatched avatar aside from my normal random episode every now and then when I feel like it. But there's been a lot of avatar on my dash from people I follow getting into it and people I followed for avatar returning so naturally I returned to the fandom and read quite a lot of fanfic. I also read just a lot of avatar gen fics which were great at the whole found family thing I've been so obsessed with this year.

3) Catra and Adora - She Ra and the Princesses of Power

Catradora is canon! They kissed! What more is there to say. Arguably they should've been top but I never shipped them that much since I was always very much a multishipper when it came to she ra so yes I was very happy it became canon because we actually won for once but also I've never read much fanfic for them etc. But they are very much a dynamic I love and watching she ra all again in prep for season 5 I really enjoyed the build up of their relationship. The other two only go above because Buffy is my favourite show ever and damn there's some good fuffy fanfic and Aphra and Tolvan is both fresh in my mind and star wars owns me. Would love some catradora fic recs btw if anyone has them tho.

2) Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane - Buffy the Vampire Slayer

I didn't realise it was last year that I got super into them but according to my ao3 bookmarks it was lol. 2020 I swear it's lasted an eternity. I got into them about a month before lockdown (which feels like another lifetime). I've loved Buffy since I first watched it when I was 13. It's arguably still my favourite TV show. I've been through a lot of ships for Buffy - bangel to spuffy and now fuffy. I still think angel and her were a beautiful ship back in season 2 and especially in the angel episode I will remember you. But faith and Buffy had so much chemistry in season 3 - she would've been a fresh start for Buffy and the amount of fix it fics I read I swear. My favourite has to be one where they met in LA during Anne and how that changed everything feat Buffy's internal homophobia.

1) Cheili Lona Aphra and Magna Tolvan - Star Wars

I read Darth Vader (2015) and Doctor Aphra (2016) for the first time at the end of 2020 (got a comic subscription which has served me very well already I've nearly finished the star wars canon comics). Just to see canon queer ladies in star wars was so magical for me as a queer lady. I didn't think star wars would be so overt yet as to have a queer kiss in canon (even if it's in the comics) and especially not with the main character of arguably their main comic series. Now we just gotta hope that we'll get it in live action someday soon. They weren't the ship I consumed the most content of in 2020 but they were the highlight of my 2020 because star wars did that and I finally found out about it

Honourable mentions: Vivian and Elle - Legally Blonde, Candace and Vanessa - Phineas and Ferb, Stevie and Alex - Wizards of Waverly Place, Xander and Spike - Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I actually don't ship this but damn some authors are good - this was the ship that made me realise I don't need to like a ship if the author is good enough to write it well), Eli Vanto and Mitth'raw'nuruodo - Star Wars (started reading the books last year but finished this year and only started with fanfic this year), Villanelle and Eve - Killing Eve, Kanan and Hera - Star Wars, Barriss and Ahsoka - Star Wars, Remus and Sirius - Harry Potter, Kara and Lena - Supergirl (let's hope this becomes canon next year!) (Those last four are ones I've shipped forever some of my og ships but nothing particularly big has happened for me this year with them so)

I got Disney+ this year so rewatched a fair few things from my youth and though hey my obsession with that character may have been a little gay.

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So I got a request to write about some pre-gig naughtiness with a young, horny Van! Enjoy! 😘 💋

Good Luck Charm (Van McCann)

Warnings: smut (of course!) / Word Count 2.6k

Friday nights had been the same for as long as you could remember. Well, for as long as you'd been with Van anyway.

His band had been plugging away for years on the pub and club circuit, relentless, determined, driven. Whether they were playing for a crowd of 50 or a crowd of 500, they always gave it their all. You loved nothing more than watching Van perform. The way he screwed his eyes shut tight, lost in the music, the emotion etched on his face. The way he thrashed around with his guitar, shaking his head, swinging his hips. He really was mesmerising to watch. And he was all yours.

Tonight was different though. The band had a new manager and they'd booked their first larger gig at a proper 2000 capacity venue.

"Can't fucking believe it babe, tickets have practically sold out. It's the biggest one yet!" Van's speaking fast, excitement in his voice, and he's got that glow about him that he always has when he's talking about the band. It's infectious.

"I always knew you could do it. One day you'll be playing arenas, just you wait," you say, picturing Van up there on a stage in front of tens of thousands of screaming fans. You can definitely see it happening. Their music is made for those big spaces.

"Fuck arenas!" Van laughs. "I'm aiming for stadiums!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself," you tell him, but it's pointless advice. He's always dreamt big.

He wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you in close. "I'm always gonna strive to be the biggest and the best love, you know me."

You smile up at him, taking him in. His mousy brown hair's so shaggy at the moment. You smile to yourself as you recall him bickering with his mum about getting it cut, she reckons he looks a mess with his scruffy hair and ripped jeans and jumpers with holes in. Van doesn't care about that though. And neither do you... you love his style. It's what makes him... him.

"I'd better watch out if you get too popular, you'll be running off with some posh model or something!" You tease, slipping your hands into the back pockets of his jeans, pulling him in even closer, your hips touching.

"Don't be daft!" He replies. "Why would I want some posh bird when I have you, eh?"

"You trying to say I'm not posh? I'm a lady you know!" You put on an affected posh voice, pretending to take offence, and Van starts chuckling.

"Don't care what you are love, as long as you're mine."

He leans down to kiss you and you respond, pushing your lips against his. It's a slow, lazy kiss, your tongues entwining and Van's hair tickling your face.

"Gods sake you pair! Get a room would ya!" It's Larry, and he's walking past carrying some of the band's kit, getting set up for the gig.

You pull away and Van smirks over at his best friend. "You're just jealous mate."

Larry shakes his head. "Tell ya what, why don't you put Y/N down for a second and you can help with setting up, eh?"

Van sighs dramatically. "Okay, okay..." Then he turns to you. "Don't go too far alright? I've got something for you before we go on tonight."

"Oh yeah? What's that then?"

"Mmm... well you're my good luck charm aren't ya? Need a quick good luck... erm fuck... before we go out there!"

"Van!" You exclaim, glancing round to check that Larry's no longer in ear-shot. "You're joking aren't you?"

He doesn't say anything, just fixes you with a look which melts your insides with a devilish grin.

* * * * *

It's 8.30pm and the band are due on at 9pm. You're outside having a smoke, chatting to Benji when you hear Van's voice calling your name.

"Y/N! There you are! Been looking for ya everywhere! We're on in half an hour, come on!"

He grasps your hand, pulling you along in his wake whilst you mumble an apology to Benji for dashing off and discard your cigarette butt on the ground, not even having time to extinguish it.

"Hey! What's the rush? Where are we going?" You call to Van, but he doesn't answer, just carries on striding purposefully forward until you come to a stop at a door around the back of the venue.

"Come on love, I've got a surprise for you!" He says mysteriously as he pushes open the door and ducks inside, tugging your hand so you'll follow along.

"But Van..." you protest. "The place is starting to fill up. I won't get a good spot if I don't go in now. You know I love to watch you from the front row."

Van's not listening, he pulls you down a dark corridor and stops in front of a door that bears a sign stating 'Catfish and the Bottlemen'. Silly as it might sound, just the sight of that simple laminated sign fills you with pride. It's not exactly a red carpet reception, but the band barely even get a proper welcome at some venues they've played at previously. He opens the door a few inches and peers inside, mumbling some kind of approval that the room is empty.

"Van, you're not listening to me!" You complain.

"Sorry love! Look... you don't need to worry about that anymore. You can watch from the side of the stage now we're playing these bigger venues."

You consider this for a moment, and the significance of this big step the band are taking suddenly hits you. "This is actually massive you know. Getting this gig. All these people here to see you. Aren't you nervous? I feel nervous for you!"

"A bit," he admits. "That feeling of stepping out on stage... it's like the biggest adrenaline rush. Can feel it now building up." He shakes out his limbs like he's limbering up for exercising and you giggle.

"They're gonna love you."

You're inside the room now and Van leans over and closes the door. You look around and straight away you realise you're in some kind of backstage dressing room. There's mirrors all along one wall where performers can titivate before they go on stage and empty rails where clothing can be hung. Of course for the guys they don't need fancy outfits or props. It's just them and the music.

Van takes your hand and pulls you further into the room, turning you so you can feel the edge of the counter top pressing against your bum. He steps forward until he's inches away, raising his hands and brushing your unruly hair back, tucking it behind your ears.

"I know a good way of getting rid of some nervous energy..." His lips pull up into a mischievous grin which you can't help but mirror.

You know exactly what's on his mind without him saying the words. But the importance of this gig should be at the forefront of his mind, not sneaking around with you like you're a pair of illicit lovers snatching a stolen moment together.

"You're on in twenty five minutes Van! You know what your manager will say if you turn up for stage late."

"Come on... no one relaxes me like you do Y/N... need ya don't I?" He's using that smooth tone that he gets when he's trying to seduce you and boy does it work.

He reaches behind you and sweeps the clutter away that's littering the counter top you're resting against.

"Van..." you protest but you feel your resistance ebbing away as his hands grip your waist and he lifts you effortlessly so you're perching on the surface, on a level with him now.

He licks his lips and then leans in to you, his mouth pressing against yours and you don't resist. He moves his body forward, which pushes your legs apart, his hands coming to rest on your bare thighs where your skirt has ridden up.

"Still wanna go?" He asks, a teasing look in his eye as he dips his head down, lips connecting with your neck.

He starts off planting a small kiss just below your ear, and then another close by, and another, and as he travels down your neck they become sloppier, open-mouthed kisses. His lips make wet, smacking sounds as he hums against your skin.

"Mmm honey... love the way you taste."

You feel a quiet moan emit involuntarily from the back of your throat as you tip your head back to give him better access.

"You're a bad influence Mccann," you murmur.

"The worst!" He agrees, and as if proving a point his hands start to travel up your inner thighs, sending shivers across your skin.

"Mmm... what do we have here..." he whispers, his fingertips meeting the edge of your underwear whilst he moves back to kiss your lips again.

You suck in a breath as his fingertips trail over your panties, locating your sweet spot and starting to caress it through the thin lace. Within minutes you're squirming where you sit, wanting more, pushing your hips forward, your breathing getting shallow.

He carries on as your kisses get deeper, needier, and your desire for him increases. You feel Van's lips curve into a smile as the little sighs you're making become more pronounced.

"What's up baby?" He teases.

"Mmm... I need you," you breathe, and your hips buck forward as if to show him how much.

He glances down, hooking his fingers under the inner edge of your underwear, moving the lace to one side. You gasp as he slides his index finger inside you.

"How's that feel?"

"Mmm..." is all you reply, savouring the feeling as he slowly starts to pump his finger inside you.

You catch his bottom lip in your teeth, your kisses getting rougher, and you find your hands going straight to the buckle of his belt. You can't help yourself. All of a sudden the fact that he's got 2000 people out there waiting for him seems unimportant.

He slides his finger out of you and upwards, coating you in your slickness, moving his fingertips against your clit in small circles. Your legs start trembling immediately and Van pulls away from your kiss to watch you. You feel like throwing your head back and closing your eyes to focus on the sensation but you know Van loves eye contact when he's pleasuring you.

"How about this, hmm?" He whispers, plunging two fingers inside you, moving them at a teasing pace, the pad of his thumb sliding against your sensitive bundle of nerves. All the while his eyes are fixed on you, your gazes locked, which just makes everything seem even more intense.

You're soaked now, you can feel it with every thrust of his fingers, wet and desperate and yearning for your release, the pressure steadily building in your core.

"Fuck Van..." you moan, feeling your face contort in ecstasy as he watches on in awe.

"That's it's baby... come for me..."

And you do. Your climax washes over you in waves, your legs quivering and your mouth falling agape whilst you clench around his fingers. And Van doesn't let up until the last of the shudders wrack your body, wringing every last drop out of your orgasm.

"Never gonna get tired of watching you come," he says, his voice low and husky.

You've completely forgotten about your task of undoing Van's jeans and he picks right up from where you left off, hurriedly tearing the buttons open eagerly.

"What if someone comes in?" You say, glancing towards the door, well aware that there's every possibility that one of the lads, or even worse, the band's manager could come bursting though the door looking for Van at any second.

Van's face cracks into a grin as he pushes his jeans down his hips slightly. "Fuck 'em!"

Then he's burrowing his hands up your skirt again, tugging at your panties which he pulls down your legs, casting them on to the floor.

You slide your hand into his underwear, and he groans softly as you close your fingers around his cock. "We'd better be quick!" You giggle, pulling his erection free.

"Y/N... after seeing you come like that I'm only gonna last a few minutes."

You give him a few purposeful tugs just to see the expression change on his face, loving the way his brow furrows a little and his mouth goes slack. Then he's pushing his hips forward, impatient, and you help him line himself up to push inside you.

You both groan in unison at the delicious sensation as Van enters you, and he's so eager he doesn't wait for you to adjust to the feeling. Straight away he's bucking his hips forward, grasping yours with needy fingers, pulling you as close as possible, thrusting himself into you as deep as he can.

The sex is rough and messy and loud. Your bodies collide, hips clashing, while the sounds of your desperate, ragged breathing and Van's guttural groans fill the air. You cling on to him whilst he buries his head in the crook of your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin.

"I'm gonna... ughhh..." He doesn't even finish his sentence, his body stiffening and then going slack as you feel him come inside you.

Before you've even had a chance to recover there's a loud noise in the corridor outside and you both almost jump out of your skin, pulling apart. Van adjusts his clothing and you jump down from the counter top.

Not a moment too soon, Larry bursts in with a panicked look on his face. "Van! What you playing at? We're all waiting! You're on in five minutes!"

You tug at the hem of your skirt, trying to hide the sticky wetness that's starting to travel down your inner thigh, pressing your legs together, and Van mumbles something about being better late than never whilst he surreptitiously fastens his belt buckle. You both exchange a shifty glance and Larry clocks it.

"Oh god... I know what you pair have been up to. Christ! Shagging in the make-up room! Can't you keep your hands off each other just for a minute?" He shakes his head, exasperated.

"Actually Larry... we weren't doing anything. I was just giving Van a... a pep talk... that's all." You aim for a superior kind of tone to hide your embarrassment, but Larry glances down and you follow his gaze, horrified to see him looking at your panties which were discarded on the floor.

"Fucks sake!" You cry, absolutely mortified, darting forward and snatching them up, balling them into your fist.

The lads fall about laughing hysterically whilst you push past them, shame-faced, making for the ladies.

You hurriedly clean yourself up and race to the side of the stage with only minutes to spare. Your heart starts racing with exhilaration like it does before every show.

Van has his guitar slung over his shoulder and he hurries over to you, seconds before he's due on stage.

"What are you doing? You're supposed to be getting out there. Look at all those people... fuck..."

From where you're standing you can see a sea of faces, all wearing expressions of excited suspense, the steady hum of anticipation building. The atmosphere is electric. But Van's only focussed on you. He leans in, planting a soft lingering kiss on your lips.

"Love you so fucking much, my little good luck charm."

THE END 💕

#can you spot the reference to a line from an unreleased song?#catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #fanfic #vanfic #smut #van mccann x reader

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