#but once that does hit i'd like to think that everyone takes it seriously in their family and backs off and reinforces the love first

[chloecherrysip]

all the pain will change into a memory of when we were amazing (mario & luigi-centric post-movie fic, part 2!)

(Part one can be found here!)

(Thanks again to everyone who read the first part and was so sweet about it! Here's the continuation. This is a shorter interlude with Mario and Luigi's family before we get to the main "meat" of the story AKA Mario and Luigi talking on their own in the third part, coming soon. I hope you enjoy, and I appreciate any thoughts/feedback. I will get this uploaded on AO3 as soon as I can as well, if you'd prefer to read over there.)

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“Hey-o!” 

Things had been so quiet on their long, long, long trek back home that the sudden noise made Mario stiffen as they shuffled through the door, every nerve on high alert for a breathless few seconds. Luigi, who had practically sleepwalked the last block with his head leaned against Mario’s head, using his brother's hat as a makeshift pillow, started too, mumbling a greeting that barely resembled the English language, waving at the front door before realizing he was turned around and swaying around to face the warm light of the dining room instead. It looked like dinner was already over, dishes and silverware being cleared away.

“Look who finally decided to show up! Brooklyn’s brand-new heroes!” Uncle Arthur raised a nearly empty glass of what looked like wine in laughing celebration. “What, you save the city from a bunch of weird turtle goons one time and you’re too good to share a meal with us regular bums?” 

“They were helping with the cleanup,” Aunt Marie hissed, swatting him hard enough to elicit a yelp. “Where were you out there, huh?” She smiled warmly at Mario and Luigi on her way to the kitchen. “Sorry we couldn’t wait any longer. Gramps and Mia needed to get to bed. But don’t worry, we saved plenty!”

“Probably too busy signing autographs for all the bella signore,” Uncle Tony guffawed. “Hard to blame ‘em! Better enjoy it before they figure out you’re plumbers with no money!”

“Heh, yeah. Caught us fair and square,” Mario said, managing a weak laugh. Luigi let loose a tiny, snorting chuckle too, although whether that was because he was backing Mario up or just blindly mimicking what he heard, too lost in his own sleepy little world, Mario wasn’t sure. They were still holding onto one another, which they’d maintained the entire walk back except in places where it was impossible to proceed in that way (ladders and the like). That way, a repeat of the stairs incident couldn’t happen, and Mario had known exactly when Luigi was getting shaky enough to need a break. He squeezed his brother’s hand as a way to check in. It took a few seconds, but Luigi squeezed back gently, which was a small relief.

“Is that the boys!?” Without any further warning, their mother barreled out of the kitchen like a runaway train. She grabbed them in both arms, her shaking grip tight enough that both brothers wheezed from a sudden lack of air. “Oddio, where have you been? You already vanished on us once! My old heart can’t take much more of this.” 

“You’re not that old, Ma,” Luigi murmured, patting her shoulder.

“Sorry,” Mario said as clearly as he could manage with his face smothered in her hair. “Didn’t mean to make ya worry. Just, uh, lost track of time, that’s all.”

“What happened?” That was Dad, moving slower to catch up with her, his brow creased deep. “Are you all right?”

“Never been better!” Luigi insisted, overly bright. The bone-crushing hug had woken him up a little, but now he was using his I’m definitely lying but maybe if I speak at a much higher volume, no one will be able to tell voice. “We were just, y’know, real busy making sure everyone on the block could still…flush their toilets! Everyone forgets how important that is. Can ya believe it?”

“And we had to make sure our friends got home safely too,” Mario jumped in, rubbing his mom’s back with his free hand as she continued to hold on for dear life. You get temporarily swallowed by a giant, man-eating plant in front of your parents one time… “But we’re definitely not going anywhere for the rest of the night, and Aunt Marie said something about leftover food, if you can forgive us…?”

“Of course, of course.” She finally stepped back, but not before one good, firm pinch of the cheek between her fingers for each of them. “You’ve worked so hard, my brave boys. You must be about ready to turn inside out from hunger already. Sit, sit, I’ll bring it to you—”

“Actually, Ma,” Mario interjected as gingerly as possible. “It’s been a really, really long day. Could we, uh, maybe take the food in our room? I know, I know, you don’t like that, but if anything gets messy, I’ll take care of it, promise—” 

“Ya can’t be serious!” Uncle Tony spoke up all of a sudden, his chair screeching against the floor as he jumped up. “You two still gotta give us the whole rundown of where ya been! Where did that angry, spikey dragon-turtle-guy even come from?”

“And the tiny kid who looked like a big ole mushroom with legs!” Uncle Arthur added.

“What about that giant monkey in the tie?” Aunt Marie piped up, half-laughing in sheer disbelief as she came back into the room. “He could talk! And not just little words, no — if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was hittin’ on me.”

“Look, I get it, I get it,” Mario insisted as good-naturedly as he could manage. He started to inch towards the hallway with Luigi in tow, who he could feel becoming jittery from all the new noise. All he needed was a few good, firm excuses, a clear escape route, and they were home-free. “It was pretty crazy stuff, right? But seriously, we’re dead on our feet as it is—” 

“Then sit down already and take a load off!” Uncle Tony insisted right back. “We’ll make coffee!” 

“Nooooo, no coffee for me. Now!? I-I think I might shake right out of my skin if, “Luigi started to joke, only to squeak when Uncle Tony grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to steer him around anyway.

“C’moooon! A story like this can’t wait,” Uncle Arthur groaned. “This is the wildest thing that’s happened since Gramps’ teeth were eaten by that dog on the subway! Have some pity for your elders and their boring lives.” 

“We’ll tell ya all about it tomorrow, I swear!” Mario said a little louder, desperately trying to sound casual even as the words scraped up his throat. It was too loud, too bright. A new wave of dizziness swam over him; everything was starting to seem more and more like a dream, his vision smearing at the edges. The only thing that still felt solid, real was his hold on Luigi. He stayed focused on it like a lifeline, even as they were jostled around. “And you’ll understand then why we need to sleep for a million years and then some, I swear, ‘cause we, we’ve really gone through the ringer here...”

“Don’t you think you’ll feel better if you just sit down for a minute?” Ma asked, smiling warmly. “Besides, I wanted to know a little more about that princess—”

“Ya gotta eat anyway!” Uncle Arthur downed what was left of his glass in one swig. “Don’t make us beg!” 

“Forget the coffee. We’ll break out the Sangiovese and that’ll loosen you up real good,” Uncle Tony snickered.

Their uncle grabbed at Luigi again, pulling him along harder this time — hard enough that he panicked, his flailing hand struggling for a better grip on Mario’s before they were ripped apart. And that reminded Mario’s fuzzy, exhausted brain of something. A feeling he didn’t know how to describe in words but that cut into him like a knife between his ribs just the same, bone-deep and blindsiding and instantly overwhelming. He thought of—

(pink clouds and faint swirling light and green pipes and weird wind tunnels he could practically swim through and black shadows like soot in the air and lava glowing and Luigi shouting his name, Luigi panicking as he tried to calm him down, Luigi’s hand warm and snug against his because nothing could hurt them if they were together and nothing was going to separate them as long as Mario was strong enough, steady enough to make it that way but then there was a sound like thunder and the pressure grew and grew and grew and grew and GREW AND)

His body acted on its own. With both hands, he wrenched Luigi back towards him a few stumbling steps, out of Uncle Tony’s hands. “No!” He yelled, a hoarse, guttural sound. 

Silence, save for car horns on the street outside.

Clarity came over Mario in a slow, creeping wave, quickly turning into a feeling of horror as he registered the way everyone had frozen in place around him, staring with wide, frightened eyes. Even their parents looked stricken. Luigi’s tired expression had flooded with worry too, but there was a glint of something warmer there as well — understanding. I felt it, his eyes said to Mario, as clear as day. I remembered too.

“I-I’m sorry, but we really, REALLY need to take a rain check, all right?” That was Luigi, breaking the silence, talking way more assertively than he usually ever did at home. Most of the time, the others drowned him out, but now, he had everyone’s undivided attention, insistently pointing with his one free hand that wasn’t still clinging to Mario’s. “We, me and Mario here, are a little loopy, all right? Not thinking straight in the least! It’s been a hard day — a hard couple of days! Three days, in fact! Maybe three days, or two! Heck, I don’t even know what day it is anymore! That’s how out of whack we are! Do ya get it already!?” 

“Easy there, Lu,” Mario whispered. There was so much frantic gesturing going on that Luigi was starting to throw himself off-balance, swaying dangerously. He still felt ashamed, raw inside from the outburst, but Luigi jumping in had lessened it to the point that he could breathe again, at least. His amazing brother really was full of surprises today, it seemed. “But he’s right. I…it’s just been a lot."

Some glances were shared around the table. Surprisingly, it was Uncle Tony who spoke up first. 

“Y’know what? You do look like you’d be shoo-ins for a zombie movie, no makeup needed.” He clapped them lightly on the shoulders one more time and then sat back down with a backwards wave of the hand. “Don’t worry about us. Go on, get out of here.”

“Get plenty of rest,” Aunt Marie said, her smile plainly apologetic. 

“Man, that just gave me deja-vu like nobody’s business,” Uncle Arthur laughed. “Remember when they were tiny, Tony? We couldn’t peel them off each other for anything in the world.” 

“Oh man, do I,” Tony snorted. “Not without them scratching and screeching like stray cats! Might as well have made you two — whaddya call it again? — conjoined twins and saved a couple steps.” 

“There was that one time we were babysitting at the park down the street—” 

Mario didn’t hear the rest of the conversation. “Come on,” a familiar, gruff voice said near his ear, followed by two large arms herding him and Luigi away, their mother following close behind. “Get yourselves into the kitchen already.”

“I’m sorry, Dad,” Mario couldn’t help but insist once they were there, heels squeaking on the faded linoleum. Several of his stern talking-to’s over the years had started out much like this in the past; speaking up right away and defending himself before the inevitable yelling happened was practically second nature. “I didn’t mean to yell, I swear, it was just—”

“Never mind that,” the older man cut him off. There was something soft in his tone, softer than Mario could remember hearing it before, and that was when he realized that he'd misread the situation entirely. His dad's eyes were dark with concern, not anger. "Now come on. Give me your gloves, and shoes too. Both of you."

Mario and Luigi glanced at each other and then down at themselves in confused unison, dimly registering that yes, they were still wearing all of that, having forgotten to take everything off at the door like they usually did. Some slow shuffling later, and it was gathered in a pile. Their dad plucked their hats off their heads as well (also missed), tucking everything in the sturdy crook of one arm. He used his free hand to ruffle their hair and pat their faces, one after the other.

"You did good out there," he said, "but what matters most is that you're all right. That's always gonna be what matters most to us. I just," he swallowed slowly, thickly, "I want to make sure you both know that."

For one very brittle moment, as his dad held his face in his big, warm palm, Mario genuinely didn't trust himself to not start either laughing or sobbing right then and there — maybe a crazy mixture of both. The feeling passed, thankfully, but he still managed a wobbly smile, a small nod.

“Now go and wash up. Ma will get the food ready.” Sure enough, their mother was already bustling around like a madwoman, plates clattering and half-empty pots simmering again on the stove. “Luigi, you first. Datti una mossa.” 

“Yessir!” Luigi looked back at Mario before going, a tired, reassuring, still slightly worried look that said I’ll see you in a couple of minutes, okay? Mario reflected it back, and their dad walked Luigi out of the room, towards the hallway.

“Just promise me you’ll tell us what happened tomorrow, all right?” Mario's attention returned to his mother, who was finishing stirring some reheated sauce with a little too much shaky speed before coming over to him, smushing his cheeks in both hands. “I don’t care how old you two get. You're still my babies, and babies shouldn't keep secrets from their poor mother."

“I promise, I promise! You’re gonna pop my teeth out, Ma!” Mario half-laughed, gently tugging at her wrists so he could talk more clearly. “Definitely tomorrow, okay? Right now, I…I don’t know if I could tell ya if I tried. It’s just a crazy blur, and I really gotta process it all myself, still. We just need a little time."

“I understand.” She drew him into another hug. Mario couldn’t help but sink into the familiar warmth, clinging to her. He’d been so worried about Luigi that he’d never even considered the idea that he might never see his parents again either. The realization hit harder than he’d anticipated. “Besides, I know I have nothing to worry about when you two are together. You do such a good job of looking after your brother.” 

(Or even worse, what if he’d been able to come home in the end — but alone? What if he’d had to sit his parents down and tell them that Luigi was…) 

There it was again — that sudden, sour feeling of wanting to cry, such a heavy wave inside him that he had to clench his teeth to the point of pain to hold back a gasp.

Stupid, he thought bitterly, almost angrily. What did he even have to be crying about? Once again, he weathered the rush, kept the walls intact by a hair. He closed his eyes and just let himself be held.

“Of course, Ma,” he croaked. “Always.” 

#mario movie #super mario bros movie #super mario bros #mario and luigi #cherrysip fic #i am SUCH a big Mario and Luigi's Family Apologist you don't even know lol #they just remind me of my own family so much #when you have a big family the sheer number of people makes it really easy to lose things in the shuffle #especially when you're ALSO a family that ruthlessly teases each other about things like mine does #it is sometimes very hard to tell when something has gone too far or someone just isn't in the mood until the breaking point #but once that does hit i'd like to think that everyone takes it seriously in their family and backs off and reinforces the love first #next part will be longer and will just be mario and luigi! #thank YOU for reading <3 <3 <3

[e-m-ma-lmfao]

Can you write something for Sephiroth(pre-nibelheim) or Astarion? Your work is absolutely fantastic btw I’m in love with it ❤️❤️❤️

Not So Subtle

pairing : sephiroth x female!reader

summary : you have a teenage girl level crush on him, that you and zack talk (very loudly) about when you think no one can hear. but he does.

a/n : this takes place pre-nibelheim so everyone is happy and well! in honour of ff7 rebirth :)

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” You snap your jaw shut, eyes moving to glare at the young, dark haired boy who has decided to break your daydream. 

“It wasn’t even open.” He plops down beside you, shoulder touching yours. 

“Mhm.. and you weren’t drooling over our superior.” 

“Your superior,” you correct, eyebrow lifted with pointed sarcasm. If you could stick your tongue out at him, without it seeming childish to everyone around you, you would.

“Last time I checked, you weren’t a first class soldier either,” He points out, amused. Your elbow makes contact with his arm, and his hand reaches to cover the area as he laughs.

Zack was younger than you, though he certainly never acted like there was an age gap. In his mind, you were the same age as him in some way or another. You had always trained together so you felt much closer in age even though you were at least 3 years older than him. At times, he felt like a younger brother to you.

Even more so when he found out you had a crush on the man he spent everyday training beside. Constant teasing, constant threats to spill your secrets, constant blackmail. You couldn’t even count the amount of times he had used your crush to his advantage on one hand. 

There was a time you had to put your foot down and tell him no more, cause it was wrong of course. But also mostly cause you were running out of money to buy his silence.

“Yeah but I'm older, closer to his age. So I don't have to talk to him like I'm below him, unlike some people.” 

“Can you even talk to him?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then why are you sitting here staring..?” 

“He’s training..” 

“Mhm.” The look on his face tells you he’s not convinced. Right now, it was the truth, Sephiroth was swinging his sword in the domed combat simulator, glass walls clear enough for you to see through. So the excuse of not being able to talk to him, out of fear of being sliced in half by his giant sword, was plausible. 

But any other time that you had sat staring at him, making no effort to speak to him, rendered that excuse inapplicable. 

“Shut it..” You push his shoulder with your elbow once more, and he snorts out a laugh. 

“I don’t get why you can’t just talk to him..” 

“Of course you don’t.. because you're obviously blind. Or you’ve been hit in the head one too many times in combat training.” You turn your gaze away from Zack to look back through the glass enclosing Sephiroth. 

His hair is tied up, hanging loosely against his back. It’s a rare sight, so you indulge yourself and stare a second longer than you should. It’s so relaxed, you think, compared to the seriousness of always having it pristinely down. There are stray hairs, flyaways, falling from the hair tie and hanging against his face. It’s unkempt, a nice contrast to his seemingly perfect lifestyle.

He swings his sword with calculated grace, a grace that you (or Zack for that matter) had yet to achieve. The control he held over his blade was impeccable, it never slipped or moved from his hold even when his hands were moving faster than his body could keep up with. Just another thing that had to be perfect in his life.

“How could I ever speak to him and not make a fool out of myself? For one, he’s first class, I'd totally ruin my chances of making first class if I said something totally outrageous. And knowing me, my mind would be so jumbled, I wouldn't even realize the words had left my mouth before he put me on some kind of ‘do not promote’ list.” 

“Oh so.. the only reason you won’t talk to him is because you're worried about making first class? Not.. I don’t know, maybe, the 12-year-old-girl-level crush you have on him.” Your hand slaps over his lips, eyes scanning around you. For the most part, no one looks at the two of you, and you figure the ones that are looking are doing so because of your hand covering Zacks blabbermouth. 

“Would you shut it?” Even with your hand covering his mouth, he manages to laugh at your widened eyes. The crinkles at the corners of his eyes are a dead giveaway of his amusement. You remove your hand with a pointed look, one that says ‘keep it down’ in a far more subtle way than a hand over his face. 

“You’re so lucky you’re younger than me.” 

“More like so lucky you don’t want to make your boyfriend angry. Besides, you know I’m stronger than you.” 

“Mhm..” You roll your eyes, and with a sigh, you turn back to face Sephiroth. He stands still now and you realize all of the practice dummies have been broken. From your position, he doesn't even seem to have broken a sweat, even though he’s been in there for over an hour. His sword lies on the ground, thrown without care. 

Even with Zack beside you, and the silent teasing that exudes from his body, your eyes remain trained on Sephiroth. You realize it’s childish, to stare and never approach, but the idea of even standing next to him is enough to intimidate you. 

He runs his hand over his back, pulling the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to fall against his shoulders once more. He turns, presumably to leave the combat simulated, and his eyes meet yours through the glass. You knew your staring wasn’t subtle, it had never been before, but you had never expected to get caught. You had never been caught. 

You turn your head away so fast that Zack almost flinches, probably thinking you were going to hit him again. 

“Jesus,” he looks at you with confusion, “What’s the problem?” 

“He saw me.” 

“What?” 

“He saw me! Through the glass! He totally caught me staring at him..” You stare at Zack with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, before you head falls into your lap in shame.

“Would you relax? I guarantee he doesn’t care or he didn’t even see you. Maybe he was just looking at his reflection.”

You look back towards Sephiroth to see him leaving through the doors of the dome, and then you turn back to Zack with a pitiful whine. 

“This is so pathetic…” 

“I agree,” he smiles when you shoot him a glare, “Just talk to him.” 

“Talk to who?” A deep voice sounds from beside you, higher up than where you sit. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stick up, and Zack's expression is enough to confirm your suspicion about who stands next to you. 

You turn your head to face Sephiroth, and he stares at you expectantly. You think you catch the slightest smirk building on the corner of his lips, but you also think you might just be trying to make yourself feel better. Standing, nowhere close to his height, you hold your hands up. Zack takes this as his sign to stand too. 

“Nobody! Angeal!” You fumble out words, trying to throw out a name before he grows suspicious. 

“Well which is it, nobody? or Angeal?” 

“Angeal. Yeah! Angeal, so.. um.. I should probably go find him.” 

“It just so happens that I have to find Angeal too, allow me to join you.” 

You want to throw the nearest chair at Zack, curse him for speaking so loudly. And you curse yourself for not thinking of an excuse in a reasonable time frame, so you just nod, and excuse yourself from Zack. 

He gives you a pitiful smile, and when you turn to look behind you for support one last time as you walk away he gives you a thumbs up. His face contradicts his hands, and he seems like he’s in a far less teasing mood. 

“Whatever you have to say to him, it must be important.” 

“Hm?” You tilt your head up and to the side to look at Sephiroth, you’ve been walking together for a few minutes now, mostly silently. 

“You're walking fast.” You shrug your shoulders and continue walking. 

At least until your steps are interrupted by him stepping in front of you. 

“Is there a problem?”

“What? Of course not!” He practically glares down at you, arms crossed over his muscular chest. You can see the outline of his defined chest muscles through the straps of his top. And you realize you're practically drooling over him, right in front of him so you force your eyes to meet his once more. But his glare is replaced by a smirk, and amusement in his eyes. 

“I see now..” 

“See what?” 

“Really? Do you think you’re subtle?” Your face flushes and once again you want the floor to open up and consume you whole, but you're stuck here. 

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Step back, you scream at yourself, but he moves closer and it’s impossible to move your feet. They feel like lead underneath you, not even giving way to a small shuffle backwards.

“No?” His hand reaches up to rest on your cheek, it's gentle, far gentler than you would’ve expected. But the way his fingers tense against your skin has you feeling fuzzy, “You think I don’t notice the way you stare? Hm?” 

He stares at you, thumb moving to the other side of your chin, holding your face in his hand. He maneuvers your face, moving it however he likes. You realize he’s examining the flush in your cheeks, the way your lips part like you want to say something. His tongue gives a humiliating click when your lips close, and the words are lost. 

“I hear you, when you talk to Zack,” he stops his movement, stilling your face to look directly at him, “You’ve never been a quiet girl. Why are you so quiet now?” 

When you don’t respond his eyebrows scrunch, its subtle and almost missable because it’s gone in seconds. He’s not satisfied by your silence.

Sephiroth bends his shoulders, moving closer to your face, “Although, I suppose you’ve never been very talkative around me.” He moves closer still, swerving his nose to the side of your face until he’s able to speak in your ear, “That’s not very nice. You might hurt my feelings if you keep ignoring me.” 

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out meekly, you're honestly not even sure it’s audible at first but he laughs quietly, breath fanning on your ear. His other hand, the one that doesn’t hold your face, reaches up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before he pulls away. The breath that leaves your body is almost embarrassing. 

“What’re you sorry for, hm?” He stares expectantly down at you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“F…for ignoring you.”

“So you ignore me?” 

“No!”

“So you’re lying?” You shake your head as much as you can within the hold of his fingers, “Then what are you sorry for?” 

“For not talking to you.” 

“And why don’t you talk to me, I'm sure you know it’s rude to stare and never speak to someone.”

“Because..” His grip loosens, hand moving back to your cheek, thumb resting on your cheek bone. 

“Because why? Cmon use your voice, the one you use to talk about me with Zack.” 

You stare up at him pitifully, and the way words fumble from your mouth has you wanting to throw up, “Because I have this stupid crush on you, and I can't talk to you without getting nervous. I know it’s stupid and I should have told you sooner so you could reject me and I could move on and I never meant to offend you or-”

You hadn’t realized he had gotten so close until his nose touches yours, top lip brushing against yours as he tips your chin up towards him. Your words fall flat on your tongue when you meet his eyes, or rather when you see his eyes that are focused on your lips. 

“Offend me.. that’s sweet..” He’s so close to you, that every word has his lips brushing against your own again and again. 

“Sephiroth..?” You suppress the urge to move the tiniest bit forward so your lips can fully meet his. And you're sure your face is impossibly red. 

“You should’ve told me about this ‘stupid’ crush sooner, such a foolish girl. May I?” You're confused, what is he asking for? His eyes flicker up to yours before moving back to your lips. When you realize what he means you nod your head perhaps too eagerly. 

Slowly, to tease, his lips press against yours, palm pressing into the skin of yours to keep you in place. Eyes fluttering closed, your hands find his chest, silently screaming about the position you’ve found yourself in.

His lips overpower yours in every regard, moving languidly against you. His other hand reaches up to the free side of your face, fingers tickling the skin on your neck and thumb resting on your jaw. 

When he pulls away you can only look at him with half lidded eyes, dazed. 

Al he does is chuckle, rubbing your cheek with his thumb and patting your head. One hand holds the back of your head, leaning down to kiss your temple, before stepping behind you, “Don’t be so shy from now on. Maybe we’ll end up here again.”

His steps echo through the empty hall as he walks away.

“Wait… wait.. I thought you had to go see Angeal?” You turn, taking one step in his direction, then stopping yourself in your tracks hesitantly. 

“I didn’t. And I know you didn’t either.” He only turns his cheek towards you to speak and then continues on down the hallway, tall and brooding.

#x reader #oneshot #drabble #sephiroth x reader #sephiroth #ff7 #sephiroth ff7 #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy vii #female reader #fem reader

[telvess]

Reader using pick-up lines on them

chaotic writing for the fun

Hades

“You should be arrested for stealing my heart!”

Pick-up lines, hmm? Alright, fine, but did you have to use the most pathetic, the cheesiest one? Hades is way too elegant for such a poor tasted attempt, he actually feels offended by your words.

Your first impression is horrible. Hades silently judges you. Of course, he is too classy to make any snarky comments, but you can tell by his cold, indifferent look that he has lost all interest in your company. At this point, he is more of a Poseidon than his brother himself.

If you aren’t the type of person who gives up easily and still tries to flirt… just stop. The best you can get from him would be „yes”, „no” or a nod of the head.

Buddha

“You see my friend over there? She want to know if you think I'm cute.”

Buddha stares at you for a long moment, then looks over your shoulder to check out your friend (who you obviously made up), then then returns to you. His expression is blunt, maybe slightly bored. Totally makes you lose the confidence you had a moment ago as you watch him lazily suck a lollipop and pierce you through with his unimpressed glare.

The worst he can say is „no”, right? Well, who would have thought that the enlightened mind of Buddha would prove otherwise. A drawn-out silence makes you uncomfortable and you start to squirm under his gaze, not ready for that unfazed attitude of his…

Once the confidence you felt approached him vanished and you are ready to leave as quickly as possible, Buddha begins to laugh historically. You jump up a little and stare at him confused. It takes him a while to calm down, but when he does, he looks at you seriously again and says „tell your friend I find ya cute” with the most annoying smirk in the entire universe.

Susanoo

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

Susanoo watches you with harsh expression, his eyebrows raising as your attitude doesn’t change. You just stand in front of him and wait for his answer. Kinda hot, he has to admit.

He is amused by this shitty attempt, but still has to admit that it takes some balls to say something so crappy to his face. You’re bold, stupid and definitely not in your right mind.

He would definitely address all of the above and then… respond to you with an even cheaper pickup line that he thinks sounds good. He is very proud of himself and oblivious to the point that it matches his intimidating aura.

Susanoo likes a person who isn’t concerned with what everyone think of them, but he is also a person who expects others to submit to his will, which makes him rather difficult person to flirt with, demanding from you to adapt to his confusing preferences.

Nikola

“If I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together.”

BUAHAHAHAHA! HE WOULDN’T GET IT 100%!

He looks at you very confused at first, then he puts to work all of his braincells trying to figure out what you meant. Is this some kind of puzzle? Mystery? It’s clearly impressive, because he struggles to solve it!

Please, stop the brainstorming session before he starts writing his thought on the board and calls members of the science crew asking for the consultations.

After yours short explanation (which probably burnt your soul to the bones with embarrassment) Nikola nods, compliments your clever attempt and… continues what he was doing before this whole masquerade started, oblivious to the fact you just hit on him. So you just stand there and wait for something, but you last barely several dozen seconds before you run away to hide somewhere far, far away.

Much to your surprise, Nikola visits you the next day and invites you for coffee, bluntly.

Hermes

“Can I put my hand on your thigh, where it belongs?”

You sit next to him and get straight to the point. No hesitation, no shame in your eyes. Hermes’ eyes widen for a millisecond as the words leave your lips. Oh? Oh? Oh? He couldn’t help but let his lips stretch into a wide smile, trying to cover his mouth with his hand as a single chuckle escapes his lips.

When he pulls himself together, Hermes lets his playful nature take over. So you thought you were flirty? Hermes is too smart and too cunning to allow you triumph for long. Even if he isn’t interested, he will leave you with a dry mouth and wet panties. Hermes uses the tongue as smoothly as he uses the violin.

Apollo

“I'm sorry, were you talking to me?” He denies, “Well, would you like to?”

My, my, look at you! Approaching the Sun God just like this? Apollo is impressed. In fact, because of how intimidating he is, it's not often that others surprise him with such bravado. Usually they just treat him as something as intangible as the rays of the sun, bathing in his glory, praising him as a celestial being, not as a person. You - on the other hand - are a breath of fresh air.

Once the first shock wears off, his entire figure begins to glow and he gives you the most breathtaking smile you will ever see. From that point on, everything he does comes so naturally that it makes you lose yourself. After making great first impression, you end up like everyone else: Apollo wraps you around his little finger and before you know it, you just sit there and listen to his melodious voice as if you are bewitched. The man is too charming.

Poseidon

“Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.”

Peasant. Get out.

You aren’t clever. You aren’t brave. You aren’t impressive. The only person that will disappear is gonna be you, if you don’t remove yourself in the next 3 seconds.

Whoever didn’t stop you from approaching Poseidon like this, definitely doesn’t wish you well.

Kojirō

“Aren't you tired? From running through my mind all day?”

The man gives you surprised look, and moment later he presents you his widest smile. Sasaki has no clue what to say, so he just stands before you, rubbing his neck and blushing like teenage girl. He may stammers out a few words of thanks, but you really shouldn’t hope for more. Kojirō is simply not used to compliments, so even the simplest pick-up line can rock his world.

Please, ask him about swordsmanship, because it’s probably the only thing he can talk about while his brain fries in the skull.

Once Kojirō pulls himself together, he turns out to be exactly as carefree and friendly as you expected. The longer you two interact, the more open and less awkward he becomes.

Ares

“Do you have a name, or can I just call you 'mine'?”

Did you just? Huh???

Ares blinks a few times before his brain process information. He can’t believe you said something like that! Do you even know who you are talking to? He is Ares, the God of War! One of the twelve Gods of Olympus and son of Zeus! He deserves more respect, not some pathetic, human-alike attempt at flirting. He shouts all this in your face, making a big scene and ridiculing you in front of the others gods. For a moment he’s proud of himself, but your teary eyes quickly put him in a less mighty state.

To make things worse, you literally run away. At first Ares tries to ignore the feeling of guilt in his chest, pretending that your reaction was childish and exaggerated, but all he needs is Hermes to make a little remark (“Poor thing, it seems she gave her all to speak up.”) to make Ares’ face red.

He mutters some lame excuse to leave and starts looking for you. He still thinks your attempt was awful, but maybe - just maybe - his heart skips a beat knowing that some pretty miss thinks so highly of him.

Jack

“If music be the food of love, let’s have a feast together.”

Okay, this man isn’t used to hearing compliments, let alone hitting on him. Jack is a little shocked, not because he doesn’t understand you, but because you actually chose him. He doesn’t recognize you, but to his great surprise you seem to know a little about him. After all, you referred to Shakespeare. It couldn't have been an accident, right?

“Pardon me, lady?” is probably the first thing out of Jack's mouth as he’s still processing what you’ve said, but he quickly snaps out of his surprise, “Forgive me, where are my manners?”

Jack introduces himself properly, takes off the hat and bows like a gentleman. He then politely asks for your name, still fluttered that you gave him a chance.

Thor

“Did you do something to my eyes? I can't seem to take them off you.”

“…”

Neither Thor nor Mjölnir budge. Well, this is definitely something new; no one has ever approached Thor this way before, so he has to give you some points for creativity. However, don’t expect anything as Thor isn’t interested in continuing the conversation, so it’s up to you if you are interested in one-sided interaction.

Loki

“Well, here I am! What are your other two wishes?”

Loki stares at you without the slightest sign of interest, twirling strand of hair around his finger. He seems distant, almost like he didn’t hear you. Then he flinches, as if snapped out of trance. His face changes in a split second: a wide, forced smile and squinting eyes screaming at you to evacuate, because you’ve hit on the wrong guy. “Do you have a death wish, woman?” Loki asks, his voice has the sweetest tone that tickles your ears, but his words spew poison…

Loki is capricious. I don’t think it’s a matter of wrong pick-up line, it's rather more a matter of right timing. But even if you choose a bad moment to approach him, he probably wouldn’t hurt you (physically) - he prefers to scare others, toy with their fear than kill them.

On the other hand, if your timing is right, then you would still bounce off the wall, because Loki doesn’t intent to give you a straightforward answer; he would like to play with you, confuse you with the mixed signals he sends. He wants a reaction from you, entertain him. If you are cocky - his goal is to crush your self-confidence. Shy? Prepare for blushing, squealing and stuttering. Ah, you think you’re being funny here? Loki will gladly turn your smile into tears.

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #ror x reader #snv x reader #ror hades #ror loki #ror jack the ripper #ror buddha #ror poseidon #ror hermes #ror susanoo #ror thor #ror sasaki kojiro #ror nikola tesla #ror apollo #ror ares #udj

[honey-on-mars]

Jellybean? really? come on.

Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

genre: fluff

Summary: pregnant reader doesn’t know how to tell Logan that she’s Pregnant, but the beans spill at Erik and Raven’s wedding.

I’ve been off all day, I can’t seem to find a time or a way to tell Logan the news, and it’s killing me but I’m nervous he’ll react badly. Logan and I are currently at Erik and Raven’s wedding, which they decided to at the school that my brother, Charles, opened to help mutants learn to control their powers and live in a society with humans. We’re currently eating the we got from the buffet and it’s delicious. I slide my hands down my dress brushing off any crumbs of food. As I stood up, I decided to slip out onto the deck to get some fresh air, once my foot touched the ground outside, and the cool air hit my skin, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My hair immediately blew into my face, causing me to swipe my hair to the side. It’s not until a few moments later that I notice Logan standing by the door watching me. His deep voice calms me as he moves his hands to rest around my waist, hugging me from behind, "Hey bub, is everything alright? You’ve barely spoken a word all night? Normally you love talking and seeing everyone" the hot air from his mouth brushing against my neck. I relax my body against his my head nuzzling into his shoulder, I give him a simple response, "Yeah everything's fine, just been tired lately, came out for some air".

I feel him raise his brows into my neck, even though I wasn’t looking at him I could clearly the look on his face in my head. He knew I was lying to him, that there was something wrong. I sighed and just stared at the ground for a moment before he said, "Y/n, I'm not a telepath like your brother. I’m not able to read your mind when you’re upset and I can’t tell what you’re thinking right now, so please just tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. please. just so I can help ease your worries" Others might not have been able to tell if they heard him but I knew he was sincerely begging me to tell him. I sigh before turning my body to face him, his arms still wrapped around me. He lifted his head from my shoulder and leaned into my forehead instead, "Logan…I love you, so much. which is why I need for you to listen carefully and not freak out with what I’m about to tell you." I sigh, taking a deep breath, my eyes shut, and my head tilts downward slightly. Logan grabs my chin with his thumb and index finger lifting my head to face him again.“Love, please tell me… you’re making me nervous” I open my eyes again staring into his that are filled with love and worry for me, and that’s when I know I was worried for nothing. “Logan, my love…I’m pregnant.” his eyes widened, and for a split second, worry and fear overcame me again. But soon I’m being lifted into the air, with Logan peppering kisses onto my face repeatedly telling me I love you, and for just a split second I’m fairly certain he’s forgotten how to breathe. Then he finally sets me down and asks “I’m gonna be a father...like for real? seriously? This isn’t some cruel joke?”He takes my hands in his own and I rub my thumb against the back of his hand reassuring him. "It's not a joke. You know I'd never mess with you like that." Then suddenly I’m up in the air all over again, except this time he’s spinning me in circles laughing, my hands cup his face and I’m leaning my forehead into his. As he gently sets me back down I kiss his lips softly and say “I love you too, and I’m sure our little jellybean will love you just as much” Then his eyebrow arches in that way same way it always does, “Jeallybean? really? come on.” I look back at him, “Are you gonna be carrying a baby for nine months or am I? Answer carefully Mr. Howlett” he easily relents “you. you are. you’re going to be carrying my baby in that wonderful body of yours, Mrs. Howlett” I smiled, leaning up on my toes, and wrapping my arms around his neck. "We're gonna have a baby," I say, the giddy in my voice clearly evident. He rests his forehead against mine grinning down at me,”yes, yes we are, my love.” and I know all my fear and worry was for naught.

#xmen #logan howlett #x reader #fem!reader #logan howlett x reader #xmen x reader #xmen x you #logan howlett x you #xmen fanfiction #Logan howler fanfics #wolverine #wolverine x reader #wolverine x y/n #wolverine x you #wolverine fanfic

[oneofthetorturedpoets]

she's a man-eater part 2

you've had the worst morning possible, forgot your keys in your house and had to climb through the window, car had an empty tank, bought coffee just to drop it, lost your lesson plans, had a parent scream at you because you mentioned how her kid was late three weeks in a row, stepped on gum, had a kid pee himself, forgot your lunch, your hair went flat, earring fell out during class and disappeared, all within four hours and you still have another four hours of you day to get through.

you storm through the break room, straight to the vending machine, you fumble with your cash. "damn kid, you look like you've been hit by a bus." Melissa laughs.

you whip around, glaring at her. "I am not going to deal with you after the morning I've had, so if you would kindly shut up and leave me alone, I'd appreciate it." you spit out, Melissa tenses up.

"who do ya' think you are comin' in here and talking to me like that?" Melissa stands up, stomping over to you. "just because you've had a bad morning doesn't mean you get to disrespect me, ya got it?" her Philly accent coating her words.

you scoff. "you disrespect me everyday and I always take it, now you wanna get offended when I finally stand my ground? you're so full of yourself, thinking you're all that because you act like you have a stick up your ass" her eyes go wide, as does Jacobs. everyones eyes are on you.

"I knew I had a reason not to like you, at first it was just cause you were new, then I couldn't find another reason to hate you and just when I was thinking about being nice to you, I found my reason, so thank you for clarifying how you truly act. now go before I have to get my bat." she says, just inches away from your face.

you step even closer, maintaining eye contact. "you don't scare me."

the bell rings, interrupting your argument with the red head.

"this ain't over." Melissa storms off. Barbara gets up, shaking her head in disapproval before following her. You deflate. What have you caused?

-

The rest of the day was hell, Melissa took her anger out on the entire school. Every time she saw you, she would clench her fists and storm off in the other direction.

"Miss y/l/n and Miss Schemmenti, get to my office, now!" Ava screams through the intercom, slightly hurting your ears. you walk down to Ava's office, sitting down in the chair next to Melissa, she scoots her chair over, trying to be as far away from you as possible.

"why am I here?" Melissa grumbles.

"because you're acting like you're going to burn the school down, also because of your argument in the teachers lounge. you both need to get over what ever it is between you two because at the end of the day, you're here to work and to respect each other. you don't have to like each other, we all know I don't like Janine, but we all need to get along. when you're on your rampage Melissa, it affects everyone, especially the students and y/n you are never like this. both of you know better"

being lectured by Ava, of all people, made you embarrassed. When she dismissed both of you, Melissa practically runs out of the room. You're quick to jump up and follow her.

"Melissa, wait." You call out, she continues her strides. "Melissa, please just let me apologize." She stops, turning into the bathroom.

"Are you seriously going to follow me into the bathroom?" She asks as you both enter.

"Yes, just let me talk." Once the door closes, she pins you between her body and the door.

Your breathes are mingled from the closeness. "You don't get to tell me what to do. I'm tired of you pushing my buttons until shit like this happens. You're so insufferable!" Just as you're about to respond, her lips interupt you. She presses into the kiss, her mind goes fuzzy as you kiss her back. The taste of cherry chapstick is the only thing you can think about. She pulls back, just enough to make eye contact.

"You're so confusing" You whisper, she smirks.

She leans in slightly. "You kissed me back."

you shake your head. "No matter how much you hate me, I can't seem to hate you." She scoffs.

"I don't hate you, I'm just... attracted to you" She kisses you again, passion lacing the kiss even more.

You pull away. "You have a weird way of showing it."

-

n/a: this two part series is probably my most hated one, I had such a great start for this series and lost motivation for it after I released the first part, I am so so sorry for those who were excited about it, maybe it I have a good idea for another part, ill write it but as of right now, I'm ending it. don't worry though, I will have a lot more fics with Melissa and they will be 100% thought out. thank you for reading!

taglist: @natashamaximoff-69 @lakita-fisher @esposadejoyhuerta @dopenightmaretyphoon @ricejucie @allamanamedearl @marvels--slut

#fanfic #abbott elementary #fem!reader #my fic #wlw fiction #law #lisa ann walter #melissa schemmenti fic #melissa schemmenti x reader

[xxlovelynovaxx]

Uh-huh. You realize, coming from a 26 year old, that this is just ageism, right? "I'll only take you seriously because of your age"... and you think you're in the right?

Yeah, "14 years olds act more 14 about it" because typically a group with absolutely zero societal power that is literally treated as the subhuman property of their parents and irrational mindless inconveniences that are only here to annoy "real people" will get upset when you continue to treat them as such while reminding them of the absolute privilege and societal power you hold over them.

I was 14 too. I remember the frustration at no one taking me seriously. I remember the fury that when I turned 18, 20, 25, suddenly everyone believed me about the things I'd been saying for 4, 6, 10+ years. I remember the disillusionment that happened when I realized the only thing that had changed was not some arbitrary debunked number at which the brain "develops fully", not some threshold of "maturity", but simply that I was no longer the age at which the state had a chokehold around my personhood, or in some cases the age which people think my human rights should have been delayed to.

Because it's not like adults EVER have bad opinions about something you say online, right? It's not like they don't FREQUENTLY respond to you trying to talk to them about it with stubborn and willful ignorance. It's not like the OP of this or a similar post didn't once respond to my detailed and logical essay about ageism with "lol I'm not reading all that". It's not like unreasonableness and angry nastiness at a post is utterly unlinked to the age of the person perpetrating it, and people of all ages do this in equal numbers.

Oh wait, it's exactly like that, it's just that society supports and even rewards the exact same misbehaviors in privileged people that they condemn in marginalized people.

It's just that when an adult does this, it's either that they're arbitrarily right based on their age/other privileged identity and often the marginalized status of the person arguing against them (see: OP, every argument on antisemitism where goyim are seen as the rational and reasonable and therefore right ones), the person arguing is being "immature" and "might be lying about being an adult' or "is acting like a child" (transmascs being silenced about their oppression using infantilization, the concern trolling of people who are happily 'crazy', the infantilization of disabled people and especially those who are intellectually, cognitively, or developmentally disabled), or both.

They're right. Their age has nothing to do with what they're saying. However, it has everything to do with how you're mistreating them. If they had no age in their bio, you might have taken them seriously, at least enough to believe they might listen to your viewpoint and to treat them like an equal human being.

If they had had an age above (usually 20-25), your last grasp at defense would have been to discredit them by comparing them to a 14 year old or accusing them of lying about their age, precisely because even adjacency to that identity allows you to shut down any argument they make.

Unfortunately, when you're in your 20s and 30s, everything is influenced by how fucking 20-40 you are. You forget exactly how cruel and oppressive society is to children. You forget how people magically started treating you like a person instead of a thing that existed only to "irrationally" be angry at the world around you. You forget how you were right to be angry at how they treated you.

You forget that you were legally allowed to have someone else dictate what and when you ate, how you dressed, whether you received necessary medical care, whether unnecessary medical procedures such as intersex "correctional" surgeries and treatment were forced on you at any age, when and for how long you were allowed to leave the house, and if they hit you in a well-known erogenous zone it would have been considered "discipline" as long as they called it "spanking" and not "physical and sexual abuse. You forget this and any number of other things considered abusive if a partner or roommate were to do it to even someone who had just turned 18 two seconds ago.

You forget that while it was technically illegal for your parents to starve you, to beat you, to emotionally abuse you by gaslighting or daily verbal abuse or manipulation, to torture you, to sexually abuse you, to hurt you to the point of you developing PTSD and or dissociative disorders, that there is very little recourse for actually enforcing it. You forget that you just have to hope that a different adult believes you, and in order for them to do that you usually have to fit a stereotype of a good victim and that your parents usually already have to be not in good standing with your community.

You forget how many cases of actual textbook abuse CPS does nothing about for "lack of proof" despite a supposed societal narrative of "believe victims".* You forget that they prioritize reunification even in cases of actual physical abuse, often with the abuser themself. You forget that you were a member of the only class that can have the police called on them like dogcatchers to drag them back kicking and screaming to their abusers, with no recourse or means of escape provided, because the state depends on and serves the institution of the "nuclear family". You forget that historically police served to return escaped property to their owners, and still do so today.

(*Believe victims if they have any measure of societal power that causes consequences for not believing them. Believe victims as long as you will be judged by most people for not believing them. Believe victims only if you can be held accountable for not doing so.)

As a disabled person and therefore a vulnerable adult, I had the unique position of being treated as a child until I escaped at age 23. It was all the same arguments - that it was "for my own good", that I was "incapable of making those decisions for myself" (or apparently, finding someone I did trust to make them for me, because I was "unreliable enough" I couldn't even do that), and so on.

This only made me realize that, despite the fact that none of that was true, it wouldn't be okay even if it was. It's not okay for disabled adults who DO need significantly more help caring for themselves than I do and who are profoundly cognitively or intellectually disabled to have their autonomy infringed on and their consent violated.

So why, then, is it okay to do to a child, regardless of their actual ability to take care of themselves or "make rational decisions"? Why is it okay to treat a child this way? Why is it okay to regard someone as fundamentally subhuman until an arbitrary cutoff?

Why is it okay to assume complete and total irrationality and unreasonableness on the part of an entire class of people just because as a subjugated and oppressed class they are still on rare occasion irrational or unreasonable? Isn't that bog-standard bigotry?

Why is it okay to justify their oppression by them being sometimes unable to fully stand on their own two feet, without help or community, under the weight of the oppressive system itself that serves to reinforce that? Why claim the purposeful elimination of tools and obscuration of helpful skills and knowledge under the guise of "protecting them" shows that they are incapable of surviving without those violences in a system that you claim is not, in fact, openly hostile to them?

And yes, this does all matter in the context of petty online discourse, because it is these systems that serve to reinforce and be reinforced by this casual ageism.

It is reaffirming the ideas which uphold these systems - that children are incapable of being rational people with reasonable emotional responses to mistreatment, who have to be told at every point what is in fact fair and how they must react to not face active bigotry for their immutable identity. It is conditioning children to beg for scraps of respect so that they learn assimilation early and go on to perpetuate childism when they themselves become adults.

It's petty and cruel, and it's destroying my faith in humanity to see marginalized people I otherwise respect sharing this. Y'all of all people should know better. Y'all of all people should be able to see how it maps to multiple of the various types of oppression and even intersectional oppression and then goes further.

Y'all of all people should be able to remember how being a child was your primary identity and primary form of marginalization, because you could legally be allowed to be abused for your other marginalized identities and most people in fact supported your family doing so, or at least felt that even if it was wrong it was still "their right" to do so.

Maybe you were privileged enough to have a supportive family, but I know for a FACT most of you weren't.

Kids are considered uniquely incapable of having any identity that is not immediately apparent - of knowing they are chronically ill or queer or plural or neurodivergent. They are considered incapable of having valuable and complex thoughts about politics or religion. They are not listened to or considered experts on the specific intersectional discrimination they face for immediately apparent identities, such as being children of color or visibly disabled. Adults within those groups are considered the experts on forms of discrimination they'll even admit they no longer experience, but that children continue to.

This is not just queerphobia or ableism or racism or any other number of forms of bigotry. This is specifically childism intersecting those forms of bigotry. It is not just not okay because of their queer or disabled or racial or other identity. It is not okay because children are fucking people, and yeah, deserve to be treated as equals and not be condescended to even in the actual rare cases where their reasoning is not completely rationally sound - just as is the case for disabled people, I might add.

If you can see how one is ableism but not how the other is bigoted childism, if you can't see the parallels between two cases where

-most individuals in a class are fully rational and intellectually capable people purposely being mislabeled as not so in order to justify their subjugation

-which is fundamentally reliant on the societal acceptance of mistreatment of those who may not be fully rational or intellectually capable (which is deeply ableist/childist, oppressive, and wrong),

-and where those who actually aren't fully rational or are intellectually incapable face no reprieve both in being weaponized against members of their own class with relative privilege AND in fighting their own mistreatment, which unlike in the case of those who might be able to convince others of their capability is considered always justified on the basis of their incapability, while not actually being okay on ANY basis,

then I can't help you.

To be clear, the reason it is ableist and/or childist to label someone as intellectually incapable when they are not is not at all because actually being so would be in any way bad. It's because it relies on the deep, insidious ableism/childism against those who are considered intellectually capable to function. It is essentially a separate facet of that same ableism/childism, and one specifically functions because of the other facet of ableism/childism that says that all members of said class are incapable and therefore need to be mistreated in the same way as those who actually are.

"No one deserves to be treated this way," is fundamentally how this oppression should be addressed, period. Understanding how it functions differently for different people, and how easily the most vulnerable members of an oppressed class could have their liberation tossed aside in order to pursue assimilation for the less vulnerable is still important, though. Understanding that your own oppression relies on the total subjugation of part of your community on the basis of an ontological trait that they have and you do not is actually paramount in recognizing both your own relative privilege and how to effectively fight the oppression you all face.

Or to put it simply, it's important to recognize that if you're being oppressed because someone is claiming you're something you're not, that that oppression isn't okay toward the people who are that thing.

Anyway, adults who talk about childism, adultism (I apologize that I struggle to remember the difference between the two, much like I struggle with the difference between ableism and disableism), and youth liberation also hold privilege. As I mentioned above, the most that someone can use to discredit me here is to say that I'm immature or they think I'm secretly a child.

Even the people who really don't want to examine their own privilege and complicity in their hierarchical relationship with children are more likely to listen to me, and if they don't they'll make fools of themselves with such lines as "I refuse to read anything longer than a twitter post to educate myself on complex systems of oppression".

I'll keep trying to stand up for children anyway. Not just because I actually remember what it's like to be 14, but because I have a responsibility to do so as an adult. I'll uplift the voices of the children who quite honestly are way better at explaining this and have a far better understanding of both the direct experience and the sociological theory behind it than I ever will be.

Also note: I didn't anywhere in this post point out how people who are 17 and some months are functionally indistinguishable from those who have just turned 18, or how variations in "development" might cause some who are 15 or 16 to be very similar to others who are 18, or so on.

Quite frankly, I don't think that matters. I do think 14 year olds deserve to be treated with respect just as much as 17.99 year olds, and I also think often 17.99 year olds face much of the exact same mistreatment and oppression (especially systemically) as 14 year olds. The exceptions where legal emancipation can help those over 16 are both rare enough and require trading being controlled for being unsupported. Therefore I think that while a more nuanced conversation about this could take place within the communities actually affected by this, I think it's neither appropriate nor helpful here.

I'd also like to remind people that predators are often successful at grooming children because they pretend to treat them with respect and take them seriously. The answer to this should not be "oh, anyone who respects children is a groomer", but rather, "hey, maybe if everyone treated children with respect and took them seriously, actual predators would have one less avenue through which to target and harm children".

As a CSA victim myself, I will NEVER stop doing anything and everything I can to prevent more children from becoming victims. I only care about what's effective, not what feels good in pseudo-proxy revenge fantasies against imagined perpetrators while very real ones continue to go unnoticed and unchallenged by society.

I take children seriously because it's the right thing to do, but also specifically to fight CSA. I also remind anyone who needs it that they do NOT know they can trust me or anyone else on that sole basis. While I want to be a safe adult, doing so in a society where children have no recourse against mistreatment fundamentally requires them protecting themselves by not trusting me just because I recognize the power I have over them and the ways in which they are abused.

(This is another example of how the fearmongering mindset over generational friendships, particularly between minors and adults, is just as harmful as the pushback against comprehensive sex education and coming from the same puritan and christofascist roots. Knowing that something is sexual abuse just allows victims to voice what they're experiencing. Having safe adults who respect them allows children to recognize the manipulative behaviors and other red flags of unsafe adults.)

Anyway, all the original post is saying is "I don't like when members of an oppressed class stubbornly refuse to compromise on being treated as equal people with valuable thoughts and rational responses to mistreatment, and in fact insist on being listened to when I say things that are cruel, unfair, and untrue."

(When did use of "unfair" become a synonym for "whiny snowflakes children who just can't see that life is inherently unfair" in leftist spaces that purportedly fight against systemic injustice, anyway? When did it become something "immature" in the fight against identity-based violence that is inherently not fair?)

So I guess, act more 14 about it. I'll continue acting more disabled and queer about ableism and queermisia, so I fail to see what's bad about that. But imagine thinking that interacting with someone on the basis of their age is useless and thinking you're in the right for it. Truly showing their entire ass.

#childism #adultism #youth liberation #cw csa mention #csa mention #it's sometimes shocking to me that people are so much more ignorant about child liberation than even like. mad liberation and stuff #but it makes sense bc children are fundamentally THE most oppressed class on the planet #also yes I'm using USamerican ages here bc that is what I have perspective on #I welcome people from countries where personhood is granted at different ages to weigh in #also I use children here but I'm not sure if I should say 'minors' or something else instead esp when primarily discussing teens so like #lmk if I need to change that #undescribed #needs ID

[toburnup]

Is there a way you personally think people should support your fics?

Whenever I write I’ve always been a ‘I’m grateful someone read it even if they didn’t enjoy it’ type of person but recently I’ve seen a lot (like seriously a lot) of people saying, if you don’t comment on fics (on ao3) you aren’t supporting them or the creator. I know I don’t feel that way about what I write because I’m not really a good writer and I’m just happy if one person likes it because that means someone took time out of their day to read but now I think maybe I’m an asshole for not like commenting on everyone’s fics?

You’re like the best writer of fics imo so I’m wondering how you feel about all of it? And I’m sorry that I haven’t left any comments on your work if that’s truly the correct way to support!

well. this has been a topic of conversation for a long time, and everyone will have a different take on this, but here's mine.

the downside to reading without commenting is that hits on their own.... don't really mean anything. hits just mean someone opened it, it doesn't even mean that they read it. i've opened lots of fics, started reading, found out it wasn't for me and closed it. it still registers my hit. kudos means they technically scrolled to the end of the page and clicked a button. they're nice, but i consider kudos w/o a comment to be the equivalent of "i didn't hate it" (i'm sure many would disagree, but this is my take!)

so, yes, i'm a firm believer in leaving comments. i will always comment on a fic when i read it, because if i had 5-10 minutes to read a fic, i have 30 seconds to write a quick comment. if i had an hour to read a fic, i have 5 minutes to write a longer comment. but i have the same mentality for eating out - i only go out to eat when i have the $ to leave a tip.

obviously, there are some fics where i end up leaving much longer comments, but i build that into my reading time (so if i'm about to read a friends fic where i know i'm gonna Ramble, i hold off until i have adequate time). does that mean i sometimes don't get to fics right away? yes. but for my own sake, i'd rather read it and write a comment while it's fresh.

i don't think you're an asshole lol, but i think you're kind of devaluing comments. and devaluing your effort as a writer! you're putting hours of free work into something they enjoyed, i don't think it's too much for you to ask for people who engage w/ your work to leave a comment.

the biggest pushback i see from people who don't comment is that it takes a long time, or that they don't know what to say. and to that, i say: i have people who simply leave a 💕 in a comment and that's enough. it still tells me way more than a lone kudos. and the people who put the time into leaving longer comments are just my heroes. the backbone of fandom, imo (my repeat essay commenters are like.... truly amazing, amazing people).

confession, i used to be a kudos-no-comment reader. i still remember the first comment i left as an adult (this was a few years ago) - it was on a WIP that hadn't been updated in ? a couple months, and i was like. i NEED to tell this person how much i loved this. and i felt stupid as hell writing the comment, but i powered through out of sheer stubbornness. and the author replied, and they said something like "i've been struggling writing the next chapter, and this helped!" and then they fucking updated the fic like 2 days later 😭😭 it changed me, i swear. so, with that...

comments are especially important for ongoing fics, because people will only leave a kudos once. that ratio of hits:kudos:comments can mess with the author (like 1000 hits, 100 kudos, and 10 comments is significant!). that's why i'm (now) a big believer in reading WIPs and supporting them along the way, it's disheartening to see the hits go up and nothing else.

i'm very grateful for the amount of comments i get! i think i'm really lucky in this way. occasionally i'll get a comment from someone who tells me they've never commented on any fic before, and like!! yay! the first one is toughest, but it only gets easier after that.

another important aspect of comments is it builds relationship between the reader and writer. i love seeing familiar usernames and icons, and i notice when people haven't commented in a while and it always makes me happy when they pop up again. i also really like replying to comments. it takes... multiple hours but it's my favourite part of the process second to writing the fic itself. i also occasionally will poke around on someone's profile and if they've written a fic, i'll give it a read. it's a good way to make new friends.

anyway. i'm not saying all this to tell you to comment on my fics, but more to gently encourage you to reframe how you think about comments in general. it's like... why we clap at the end of concerts. just because we're in the room doesn't mean we enjoyed the show, so we do things like cheer! clap! scream! we make our opinion heard.

comments are like clapping 💙 it's free to do, and shows our appreciation. why wouldn't we do that?

#long post #on fanfiction #vio answers #thank you for asking! #ao3 #comments are like reblogging on tumblr #(altho rb'ing is easier) #it's simple and free!! just do it

[anneapocalypse]

Right to Their Faces: Sera's Romance Quest

The Sera Series: Exploring Sera's character and background.

This one was originally going to be part of another post I have in the works, "Sera and the Inquisitor," but I realized that I had a lot to say about Sera's romance quest and it really deserved its own post.

Disclaimer: It is absolutely fine if you don't like Sera or don't like Sera's romance, don't connect with her, don't find her relatable, whatever! I'm not here to tell anyone what they can or can't like. I just want to talk about my read and my feelings on this romance quest. If you don't like Sera and are not open to positively discussing Sera, that's just fine; feel free to scroll right on by, no need to inform me in the notes.

Sera's romance quest, "A Woman Who Wants for Nothing," triggers once the Inquisitor has confirmed her romantic interest in Sera and Sera's approval is high enough. The Inquisitor is prompted to find a gift for Sera because—okay look, we really need to spend a minute on how this quest begins, because it's truly delightful.

When the Inquisitor comes to Sera's alcove, Sera runs up behind her, excited, and exclaims all in a rush, "Listen! I got you a hat, but it's ugly, so I drew Coryhe-whatzit's face on it, and stuffed it with apples. Everyone's hitting it with sticks! I really hope you like it!" and then runs away giggling.

I mean, it's pretty clear here that this is all in fun to Sera. She wanted to give her Inky something, but the hat she found was ugly, so she decided to turn it into a joke and hoped Inky would be entertained by it. It's the Inquisitor, charmingly, who decides to take this super seriously, looking after Sera and saying thoughtfully to herself, "We're giving gifts now?"

The Inquisitor then goes to all her other companions looking for help finding a gift for Sera. Practically no one has any good ideas, or any ideas at all really. I want to pause on that aspect for a moment. Why doesn't anyone (including the Inquisitor, who is actively seeing her) know what Sera would like?

I mean first of all, the clue's kind of in the name of the quest. No one can think of a gift for Sera because Sera doesn't particularly want anything. She is not very concerned with owning things. She doesn't covet fancy clothes or shoes or hats or jewelry. The Undercroft keeps the Inquisition supplied with arms and armor, so she doesn't have need of those things as gifts. She likes books, but she has Skyhold's entire library at her disposal. She likes food, a lot, and she likes cakes, and if pressed I'd say that of all the material gifts she could receive, a cake made just for her would probably go over the best, but I don't think it would be better than what we ultimately get in this quest.

Sera does like collecting various objects, and we find her catalog of these in her journal, "Sera's Cabinet of Wonder Whose It Was," but these are all mundane items: a Circle banner, a goblet, a halla statue, a deck of cards, masks stolen from the Winter Palace. Little curiosities, things she finds meaningful or strange or funny. This is a collection curated purely on Sera's whims, and it could be difficult for even someone close to her to guess what kind of object might catch her fancy in that way.

And here we have the ironic meaning of the quest title. Usually, the expression that a person "wants for nothing" means that they already have everything they could possibly want, but for Sera it takes on a different meaning. Sera "wants for nothing" because she not only lacks a life of wealth and comfort but has actively rejected it and all the baggage that came with it. Someone will probably point out here that Sera is interested in making a profit with her Red Jenny shenanigans, and she is, she says so! but what she is not concerned with is accumulating and hoarding wealth or possessions. That is a life she has very consciously rejected.

I also don't think we should ignore the role of class in the way the other Inner Circle members treat Sera, even the "nicest" ones. There's not really any getting around the fact that other characters—including characters we like—look down on Sera because she's low class. Sera is not the only elf in the Inquisition, and there are definitely characters who treat Solas poorly in various ways, but they do not treat Solas the same way they treat Sera. Sera gets the most abject disrespect both for being an elf and for being low-class, and—this part's important—for looking and sounding low-class, and being proud of it.

Cullen may have been born a commoner but he sought a respectable profession, became a templar and ascended through the ranks (however he may feel about that now) and is now the Inquisition's commander. Leliana may have been the daughter of a servant, but she became a bard and has spent her life hobnobbing with nobles and Very Important People, eventually becoming the Left Hand of the Divine. Blackwall may have been born a commoner but he is (so far as everyone knows) a decorated Warden-Constable. Vivienne may have been born to merchant parents and sent to the Circle at a young age, but she's made the most of her position and become First Enchanter of Montsimmard, then Enchanter to the Imperial Court. You see where I'm going with this. Even our common-born companions have for the most part sought to climb the social hierarchy in one way or another. They've "bettered" themselves. They have titles, if not noble ones. They're Somebody. They're Important. And many of the others are just straight up nobility. Even Varric, who carries himself like a common man, is from a well-connected Merchant Guild family as well as being a famous author; he's basically a noble who enjoys slumming it.

Not only is Sera a nobody, she patently rejects the idea of being Somebody. She operates as a Red Jenny under a mythical name who may or may not ever have been a real person. When placed in a situation where she needs to be formally introduced as Somebody, the ball at the Winter Palace, she openly mocks the entire concept and the supposed solemnity of the occasion by submitting a vulgar joke name.

I bring all of this up because this is why I think the other companions are so unhelpful. They can't imagine what Sera could possibly want because they already know she doesn't want what they want, and even the ones who do like her I think struggle to actually relate to her. They see her motives as, at best, confusing. (As does the Inquisitor in a lot of early dialogue, but that's another post for another day!) But in fact, Sera's desires are very simple. (I think Cole is the one with the best shot at actually figuring out what Sera would want, but he gets hung up on the concept of what a gift is before he can get there.)

Vivienne and Solas in particular are not just confused by Sera but actively offended and dismayed by her existence. I think it's pretty easy to see why she gets under Solas's skin so badly (though I could write reams about how interesting their relationship is and how much it reveals about Solas, but not today). Sera represents to him just how far the elves have fallen because of him, and I think he's both deeply frustrated by her and deep down feels responsible for everything that's "wrong" with her. Vivienne and Sera are also fascinating foils to one another, as both came from humble origins and both were afforded some unique opportunities given those origins—but they've taken polar opposite approaches to the problem of social hierarchy and power. And like so many Dragon Age characters who act as foils to each other, the existence of the other needles at them so badly because they challenge the foundation of their beliefs about the world and their sense of self. So it's no surprise that these two are the companions that give active disapproval when the Inquisitor reveals her relationship with Sera.

(It also makes for some absolutely wonderful humorous irony later if the Inquisitor decides to take Vivienne's clearly-sarcastic suggestion seriously, after which you get a bonus cutscene of Sera and Inky in bed together laughing over whatever it is Inky has shaved into her ladybits. Vivienne turns out to be the only one who had a good idea, and she didn't even mean it!)

The actual quantities of disapproval are frankly negligible, and easily made up elsewhere if you, the player, care deeply what Solas and Vivienne think of your character. If I'm being honest, I think they could have gone even harder with the disapproval, especially in a game like Inquisition which doesn't pull its punches with approval the way the previous games do and doesn't allow you to avoid ever taking a negative hit. But the exact number isn't the important thing here. The important thing is that without some tangible and in-your-face social cost to openly loving Sera, this quest would have no teeth.

I trust I don't have to explain that the opinions of characters (for whom said disapproval is entirely in-character) are not necessarily the opinions of the writers. It's also not indicative of the game telling you that you made a "wrong" decision. Nor is it the first time companions have disapproved of the player character's love interest—far from it. Both Origins and DA2 have some truly spicy party banter in that regard, and Inquisition keeps with tradition. Love it or hate it, companions hating each other is a time-honored Dragon Age tradition.

And in this case, the disapproval is the point. The Inquisitor is meant to receive the disapproval and decide that Sera is worth it to her. The point is that the Inquisitor cares so much for Sera that she openly declares her affections without regard for the disapproval of others, and that this kind of love and acceptance is entirely foreign to Sera's experience and the greatest gift she could ever have received. Sera says it outright: "Wait, wait, wait. You went to everyone and said I was your lover? Right to their faces? They must have… Oh, Vivienne must have puckered pinky-tight! Best gift ever."

And if you've read my other Sera Series posts, or simply spent a lot of time talking to Sera, it's no mystery why this means so much to her.

This is what this quest is all about. And to me, it's one of the most moving expressions of love in the whole game and maybe in all of the Dragon Age games. I love it so much. I get emotional re-watching it in YouTube clips. I cannot imagine being happier if the Inquisitor had just, I don't know, baked Sera a cake, or brought her a bouquet of flowers from the meadows filled with bees. This quest gets at the core of who Sera is, her sharpest hurts and deepest desires. It is deeply meaningful and it is perfect for her.

My sole complaint about this quest is that I never got to see the hat full of apples with Corypheus's face drawn on it and everyone hitting it with sticks.

#sera dragon age #dragon age sera #sera series #dragon age meta #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #blunders of thedas #sera x inquisitor #sera x female inquisitor

[jaxinvasion]

Hey Jax do you think June and Dave would have a friendship fallout after SBURB?

hey hermit!! sure is surprise to see you here!!

to put it simply, i don't think so. i'd be surprised if that happened given how close the two are, haha. but! im interested in hearing where the thought comes from… tell me more!

for now, i guess i’ll give my general thoughts on pepsicola under the cut.

if you know me i probably seem like the #1 pepsicola hater but its not really true. im just an unfortunate victim of missing their romantic moments and letting fanon pepsicola take its place in my brain. and god. do i hate fanon.

see, my problem with fanon pepsicola, in addition to essentially being the proto-davekat as well as yaoi (if no june), is that it really throws a wrench in the two parties’ dynamic. like, i remember hitting up a friend one day and being like. “DUDE. I JUST REALIZED. PEPSICOLA WORKS IF. THEIR DYNAMIC DOESNT CHANGE.” to which he responded with “you thought it changed??”

fanon pepsicola in my eyes is far too romantic. (it also has a problem of being a little too focused on dave’s perspective. which i dislike. cuz that’s all everyone does- focus on the strider perspective.) and i dont want to rant too much about how june is so aro or ace or gray or etc in my head but like all june ships it plays a huge factor. (maybe i could make a post about it if anybody is interested?)

i don’t have much to say on dave’s perspective, so i’ll focus on june’s. i feel like while she wouldnt be AVERSE to a relationship with dave, it would just catch her way off guard. but she’d be down!! but once they enter a relationship, i can see things changing. remember the exchange between jane and jake along the lines of the following?

GG: Who CARES anymore. Go have some babies!!

GT: Woah!! Jane the decision to sire children with ones best bro is not to be taken lightly.

i feel like this is how june would approach a relationship with dave. she’d take it way too seriously and overthink it! i can see her doing both and kinda making things awkward? it’d change their relationship and i don’t think dave would rock with it ngl. he could deal with it for a little, but eventually i think he’d break it off. so sad!

…but i dont like to think that’d be the end of it. june and dave are super close, and i’d be surprised if they stopped being friends. ideally? they’d actually talk it out. it’d be a really tough thing for june to actually acknowledge her emotions and how she treats her friends, but it’d help a lot.

annd… yeah those are my thoughts on pepsicola. im a lot more fond of it as m/f, but that’s just cuz i dislike men. thanks again for your ask, hermit!!!

#homestuck #john egbert #june egbert #pepsicola #dave strider #asks for jax #my meta

[icecream-and-gadreel]

Handle Me(NSFW)

Summary: Castiel owns an upscale apartment with his family. When Dean, a handsome new tenant, moves in, Castiel's (slightly creepy) social media digging leads him to Dean's only fans page. 

Pairing: Top!Castiel/Bottom!Dean, Gunner, Gabriel

Rating: NSFW (Read it in the breakroom!)

Warnings:  Unprotected sex, language, rough sex, jealous!Castiel, slight dirty talk, size kink,  a brief altercation

Specific warning: WARNING: This fic describes a panic attack; if that will trigger you, please do not read it! The method of dealing with this panic attack in this fic is NOT a method that would work for everyone (I just thought I'd mention that)

Word count: 8000+ (weoooo)

A/N: Guess who's back with a brand new track! Seriously, this shit took me a year to write. Lmao, enjoy!

Eternity squad: @mrswhozeewhatsis​, @sheinthatfandom​ (The eternity squad is open! Shoot me an ask to join in and get tagged in all of my fics!)

Castiel

"Gabriel," Castiel growls, banging on the bathroom door. "It's your turn to make rounds!" he says, slumping against the door. Nothing. He knocks once more, flinching as, finally, the door flies open. Gabriel stares at him with a sunken face, his bathrobe snugly wrapped around his form.

"Come on, Cassy, you know I can't function this early in the morning," Gabriel coos, batting his eyelashes.

"You're acting like that's my problem," he grumbles. They stare at each other silently for many moments before Gabriel slams the door shut. Huffing, Castiel makes his way into the lobby, pinching the bridge of his nose. Running an apartment building is far more work than it sounds. Granted, it always seemed like a lot of work, but Castiel's family tried to convince him otherwise. As he passes, he snatches the clipboard off the front desk, pulling the pen from it as he makes his way to the elevator. He rapidly presses the up button, grumbling under his breath as the old elevator rattles. "God, I hate this place." He continues grumbling as he steps into the elevator, eyes running down the laundry list of tasks on the clipboard.

"Hey – hold it!" a gruff voice calls, making Castiel stiffen. He wedges his foot between the doors just before they shut, and his jaw damn near hits the ground as a man jogs toward him. Behind a stack of boxes is the most handsome face he's ever seen. Wide, green eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a gorgeous smile. Castiel sucks in an inadvertent breath, fighting to say anything as the man settles beside him.

"Floor," Castiel blurts, gaining a furrowed brow from the other man. "What...floor?"

"Oh – sorry, 13," the man says, a soft smile on his face. Castiel presses thirteen, trying to remember how to speak to another human being. Just as his brain begins to function again, the smell of warm cologne fills the elevator.

"What are you wearing?" Castiel asks, gaining another puzzled look from the man. Before Castiel can reclaim dignity, the stranger is doubled over in laughter. "Cologne," he adds in a helium-high voice.

"Bleu Chanel," the man answers, trying to stifle his laughter.

"Oh. I like it," Castiel mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck. Curse this slow, god-damned elevator. "I'm Castiel."

"Dean," he says, releasing his hand from beneath the boxes and offering it to him. Castiel takes his hand, frowning.

"...Winchester?" he asks, gaining a furrowed brow from the other man. "I'm not creepy," he adds, rigorously shaking Dean's hand and clamping his mouth shut. After many moments of silence, Dean lets out another hearty laugh, his head dropping.

"I think some context would help you out here, buddy."

"Oh – shit – um –" Castiel shows Dean his clipboard – "I'm one of your landlords. I heard about you yesterday."

"Damn, and here I thought I had a new stalker," he teases.

"Sorry to disappoint, Dean," Castiel retorts, gaining even more laughter. Finally, the elevator dings. Dean steps off, giving the other man a nod before walking down the hall. Castiel can't help but stare as he does, noting how his clothes strain against his muscled frame. "I'm a moron," the landlord whispers, leaning his head against the wall. He sits there for a while, tilting his head up when he realizes the elevator isn't moving. Right, he never even picked his own floor.

…....

The last few hours have been a daze. All of Castiel's embarrassing, fumbling words replay in his mind on repeat, and all he wants to do is crawl into a hole and die. He curses his stupid brain as he knocks on door 1208, flipping through the pages on his clipboard. Claire cracks open the door just wide enough so that her head can peek out, a blank expression on her face.

"It's the first of the month!" Castiel says, trying to put on a chipper tone.

"Whaddya want?" Claire grumbles, rubbing a hand over her eye.

"Well, rent's due," he replies with a forced smile.

"I just paid you last month!"

"I thought it was common knowledge that rent is due every month," Castiel says, gaining a deep-set glare from his tenant. She lets out a long groan, rolling her eyes.

"You're annoying. Tomorrow, I get paid," Claire says.

"Thanks! We appreciate your continued –" she slams the door in his face – "Patronage," he adds in a near whisper. Castiel treks back to the elevator, going over his checklist once more. Only one floor left. He presses 13, a zip of electricity going up his spine as memories from earlier flood his brain. God damn, he's never met someone so handsome before. At the very least, he could try and befriend Dean. He knocks on door 1320, shaking away the intrusive thoughts.

"Benny, it's the first of the month –" Castiel's words divulge into a flurry of stuttered utterances as his eyes lock on Dean. He stands in a wife-beater with loose sweatpants falling around his waist. Castiel looks at the door number, cursing to himself. 1318. "Hello again." The Winchester smiles down at him, cocking an eyebrow.

"Hey. Who's Benny?" he asks, a chuckle in his throat.

"Not you...wrong door," Castiel squeaks, turning away as heat rises to his cheeks. Sucking in a breath, Castiel turns back to Dean, clearing his throat. "I'm not always this awkward."

"Is that right?" Dean asks, pursing his lips.

"Yeah," he concurs, nodding. "You just flustered me, but I can be quite sociable when I'm not nervous," Castiel adds. Dean nods, looking Castiel up and down.

"I'll hold you to that, Cas."

–

"You're kinda weirding me out," Gabriel says as he locks up the drawer next to Castiel.

Hell, he's creeping himself out.

He's only known Dean for a few days, but he can't get him out of his mind. He's read Dean's application forms over and over, looked at his Facebook all the way back to 2015, and now he's checking to see if he's still on Myspace. "I've never seen someone that attractive," he groans, smiling when he finds another social media. "Of course, Twitter," he coos. Like all of his other profiles, Dean hardly has anyone following him, with five or ten likes on each post.

"How about asking him out instead of being a creeper?" Gabriel grumbles, tucking the keys into his pocket.

"Not everyone's as forward as you," Castiel says as he stands from the desk. Gabriel shrugs, checking his watch.

"Put his file back and lock up. We can't afford to get robbed again."

"Of course." Castiel watches as his brother leaves, tucking away the file as he continues scrolling down Dean's Twitter. He pauses on a shirtless picture of the Winchester, letting out a short whistle. He continues browsing as he returns to his apartment, his eyes locking on a specific comment under one of his posts.

Maddiebub: 'OMG is this you?!'

Impa69: 'Ha no!'

Castiel frowns, clicking on the link. "Onlyfans?" He speaks slowly, his frown deepening. He quickly gets into his apartment, his eyes never leaving his phone as he moves toward his bedroom. He clicks on the link and plops down on his bed, his eyes scanning over the page as it loads.

The first thing he sees is a masked, shirtless man with his hands behind his head. 'Anonymous43', five thousand subscribers. He stands from the bed, tossing his phone and heading to his desk. Turning on his laptop, he types in the Onlyfans address once more. Castiel tilts his head, staring at the muscled body lining the banner. It couldn't really be him...could it? No, there's no way! He chuckles, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a credit card. There's no way.

Ten dollars later, his computer screen is flooded with a faceless man in various provocative poses, some nude, some not. The videos are silent, adding to his anonymous flare. "Woah," Castiel squeaks as he lands on another video. The man slowly strokes his thick shaft, a black butt plug visible between his thighs. "Ooh..." Castiel breathes, his cock twitching at the sight of it. His eyes glide over the mystery man's freckled skin, and he fights the urge to grip his cock, continuing to scroll down the page. His eyes widen as a 'Weekly live stream now live!' notification pops up on his screen. Castiel's heart beats faster in his chest, his jaw clenching as he takes a dry gulp.

Hell, even if it isn't Dean, this guy is hot. He clicks on the notification, searching the empty room on his screen. Typical enough, a bed pressed against the wall, a fancy gamer chair. An array of dildos and butt plugs sits on the desk, making Castiel's face flush red. The boxer-clad lower half of Anonymous43 walks into the frame, waving at the audience with one hand behind his back. Castiel flinches as a comically large dildo is suctioned onto the table next to the already impressive collection, his cock twitching once more. "Will that even fit?" he breathes, a zip of excitement rushing up his spine at the prospect of finding out.

Anonymous pulls his boxers down his thighs, tossing them aside before rubbing his length. Castiel stares in awe as the man's cock grows, excitement buzzing at his skin. Finally, the man sinks into his seat, his face still cut off and his throbbing cock in full view. Castiel tilts his head as if he could will the camera to pan up to the man's face. Finally, Anonymous speaks.

"How's it hangin', fellas?" he asks, voice gruff and low. He pauses for a moment, chuckling. "My camera's fucked up again? Hold on..." He begins fiddling with his camera, panning it up until –

Castiel slams his laptop shut, heart pounding against his chest. There's no fucking way. He stares around his room, feeling like he's just been caught doing something he shouldn't have. After many moments of silent panicking, he slowly opens his laptop, fingers drumming against his desk as it goes from black back to the Onlyfans page. 'Join Livestream' is plastered across the screen, and he nods to himself, clicking on it once more.

Castiel stares at the screen slack-jawed, his eyes searching the screen wildly. "Dean?" he says, an inadvertent moan escaping him as Dean begins stroking his cock. Castiel tries to soak in everything all at once, finally focusing on those green eyes. Those same eyes that made his breath hitch only days ago. He tears his eyes away from the screen, pinching the bridge of his nose. Something about this feels...wrong. Like he's peeping through his neighbor's blinds or spying on a friend in the shower. It feels grimy, somehow. Yes, he paid, and yes, Dean is doing this willingly. But it still feels wrong. Castiel begins to click out of the live stream, pausing when Dean starts to speak.

"Gimme a break. I'm still tryna figure out all this computer crap," Dean says, adjusting his camera. "Oh, some asshole keeps posting links to my account on my Twitter, so I gotta change the name again." Castiel sucks his teeth, leaning back in his seat. Dean begins stroking his cock once more, letting out a soft moan. "I'm really horny, so – you gotta deal with the crooked camera for now, ok?"

Castiel's cock twitches again, and he groans, swiping a hand over his face. "Forgive me, Dean," he whispers, looking around his room before turning up the volume.

"Alright, guys, it's about that time," Dean grunts, his voice hushed and teasing. Castiel rubs a hand over his growing bulge, leaning closer to the monitor. "If you wanna help me play with my toys, start donating. Everyone else is getting kicked out," he says. Castiel damned near jumps out of his chair, diving for his wallet and pulling out his debit card. "Don't get shy on me now. You don't wanna miss this," Dean purrs.

"Damn right, I don't," Castiel grumbles, quickly entering his card details. He hits the donate button, sighing in relief.

Dean pauses his hand, leaning forward and squinting. “User45347?” He says, chuckling to himself. "You gotta change that, man. Thanks for the donation."

"You're welcome, Dean," Castiel says. Pausing, Castiel frowns. Is it weird to respond? He can't even hear him. He stares at the replies going across Dean's screen, smacking himself on the forehead. Leave a comment. Just as he goes to click on the 'reply' box, Dean is standing from his seat, hand still stroking his cock as he goes for a bottle of lube.

"Now that we're alone... let's get to it," Dean says. He squeezes a dollop of lube into his hand, clearing his throat. "I really, really wanna try my big boy tonight –" Dean leans forward, resting his elbow on his desk – "But if you've stopped by before, you know I never get too far with that one," He pushes a lubed finger into his hole, a hushed moan escaping him. Castiel leans even closer to the monitor in an attempt to hear better. Fuck, what he wouldn't do to have him moaning in his ear. Dean pants softly as he pumps his fingers into himself, closing his eyes as he gets lost in the rhythm. Slowly zipping down his fly, Castiel watches intently, pulling his pulsing cock out of his pants with a moan. "So, whaddya wanna see in me?" he asks. "Besides your own dick," he adds teasingly. Castiel watches as the comments flood in, using his free hand to add his request. After reading through some of the comments, Dean grabs a green dildo, slowly slipping his tongue around the tip of it. It's no bigger than four inches, but the curve at the end is sure to reach Dean's spot, Castiel thinks.

"Holy shit," Castiel whispers, a smile stretching across his face. He begins stroking his cock, guttural moans escaping him as he watches Dean suck on the small dildo. On the other end, Dean turns away from his camera, straddling his chair and poking his ass out, looking over his shoulder. The Winchester spreads his plump cheeks apart, slowly sinking the dildo into his tight hole with a long, guttural moan.

"Ngh...good choice," he says as he begins to pump the dildo inside of himself. An array of soft, mewling moans falls from Dean over and over, his cock twitching with every slow thrust of the dildo. "Keep moaning for me," Castiel breathes. He uses his free hand to type, biting his lip between his teeth as Dean continues his slow pace.

User45347: What a view...

Dean chokes out a laugh, going back to his moaning moments later. "I'm glad you like it."

Castiel closes his eyes, his mind filled with images of Dean bent over before him, taking every inch of his throbbing cock. He'd be slow at first, letting Dean adjust to his size, but by the end, he'd be unrelenting. Castiel massages his balls, giving his cock rough strokes as his edge quickly approaches. "Dean, you feel amazing," he groans, throwing his head back.

"Fuck that's good," Dean breathes, his voice getting caught in his throat.

"Come for me, baby," Castiel hisses, finally opening his eyes. Dean is fucking himself with quick, short thrusts, his other hand jacking off his cock in sync with his rhythm. His look is pure ecstasy, his cheeks flushed, and his mouth gaped as he reaches his edge. Castiel comes moments later, moaning far louder than he intended to, his body arching out of the chair as hot strips of come coat his shirt. Castiel stares up at the ceiling in the afterglow of his orgasm, eyes shifting wildly. "Wow," he whispers, resting a hand on his forehead.

Dean slowly eases the dildo out of his ass, his head lulling back as he takes short, rapid breaths. "As fun as that was, I'm lookin' for a real challenge."  

–

Dean 

"Son of a bitch," he hisses as he limps down the hall. He definitely overdid it last night, but he's never been one to back down from a challenge! Despite all this pain, he still hasn't gotten to his giant toy yet. Dean grumbles to himself, rubbing his butt with a pout. A door opens a few feet away, making him flinch his hand away and straighten up. He nods at his new neighbor, trying to walk like a regular person.

"Hey!"

Dean whirls around to the source of the voice, staring down at the brown-haired man. After a few moments, Dean gives him a little wave, twitching a smile. "Hey?" he responds, flinching as the man holds up a flyer. Something about an apartment-wide get-together decorated with sparkles and crudely drawn desserts. "Ah..."

"You're Dean, right?" he asks. Dean's heart clinches in his chest, and he slowly nods, taking down a dry gulp. "I'm Gabriel. I'm the one who accepted your application, sugar!"

"Oh!" Dean holds a hand over his heart, chuckling. "You and Cas know how to bury the lead, huh?" he adds through laughter. Gabriel grins, shrugging.

"It runs in the family, I guess," he says as he offers Dean the flyer again. "This is for all the new kids on the block. A little 'get to know who to avoid and who to nod at in the hallway' type of thing."

"Sounds like my kinda party. You supply the beer?" Dean asks, grabbing the flyer.

"All the lukewarm beer your little heart can handle," he coos, gaining a hearty laugh from Dean.

"Will Cas be there?" he mumbles as he reads. After many moments of silence, he looks up, frowning at the strange smile on Gabriel's face. "What?"

"He'll be there all alone, sweetpea."

"... ok?" Dean says. Gabriel shoots him a wink before damn near skipping down the hall, leaving Dean with more questions than answers. He chuckles to himself as memories of Castiel flood his brain. God, he's a weirdo. But in a good way. 

–

Castiel

"Thanks again, man," Dean says, running his fingers through his sweat-slicked hair. Castiel grunts in response, trying to stop his legs from wobbling as he holds up the flat-screen TV.

"What are friends for?" he says through gritted teeth, sucking in a deep breath and lifting his side of the TV. Dean pushes the elevator button, shooting the other man an apologetic look. Dean smells of expensive cologne, even though they've been putting his apartment together all afternoon.

Castiel's mind trails back to memories of the live stream, his eyes flicking to Dean's plump rear. He never got to his largest toy. The biggest he could take was a mildly girthy seven-inch vibrator. But after a week of waiting, Castiel can finally watch Dean attempt his other toys again. As Castiel's mind begins to wander back to the other night, his grip on the TV slips. "Shit!" Before he can adequately react, another set of hands grabs the TV, a hearty laugh filling the air. Gunner raises to his full height, shaking his head at Castiel.

"Clumsy per usual," Gunner says, tssking his landlord.

"You're home early," Castiel says, stretching his back with a groan.

"I got eliminated earlier than I hoped," Gunner says. Both men turn to Dean as he lets out an excited noise, his eyes wide and twinkling.

"Holy shit," Dean breathes. Gunner smiles slickly, tilting his head. The elevator doors finally slide open, and all three men squeeze into the space.

"Do you know each other?" Castiel asks, looking between them both.

"Yeah – well, no, I'm just a fan..." Dean's voice begins to trail away as Gunner laughs, an awestruck look on his face.

"It's not often my fans are as handsome as you, so I'm honored," he says, winking. Dean lets out a light, fluttering laugh, trying to keep himself steady.

"I'm Dean."

"You new here, Dean?"

"As of last week, yeah," Dean says, pressing 13. Castiel clears his throat, rubbing the back of his head.

"Anyways –"

"You're on thirteen, too?" Gunner cuts in, making Castiel clamp his mouth shut. "Small world."

"Yeah, come borrow sugar anytime," Dean blurts, flicking his eyes to the ground. "'Or whatever," he adds, gaining a hum from Gunner. Castiel laughs awkwardly, resting his hands on his hips.

"I'm gonna hold you to that," Gunner rasps. His voice is deeper than usual, his eyes hooded, and he has a gentle smile on his face. His smug, handsome, annoying face. He's never looked so punchable.

When they finally reach the thirteenth floor, Castiel holds the doors open for the other men, watching as they quickly make their way down the hall.

Dean laughs at something Castiel can't hear, pausing when he notices his landlord isn't following. "You still want that beer, Cas?" Dean yells. Castiel observes the other men once more before silently shaking his head and pressing the 'close door' button.

….

"They like each other!" Castiel whines, draping himself dramatically over Gabriel's couch. Gabriel plops down next to Castiel with a tub of ice cream and two spoons, nodding sympathetically. "There was chemistry and – flirting – why wasn't I born six inches taller?"

"It's a family curse," Gabriel sighs, stabbing the spoon into the ice cream. "All of our inches go to our dicks."

"I didn't come here to talk about our dicks, Gabriel," Castiel grumbles with a disgusted shudder. Gabriel shrugs, offering him the ice cream.

"Let's cry into a tub of rocky road and get you on Tinder."

"This is less helpful than I thought it would be," Castiel groans, leaning up on the couch as his phone's alarm goes off. 'Dean's live stream.' He perks up at the notification, damn near sprinting out of the apartment. At least Dean was all his tonight. He rushes through the rooms in his apartment, flinging open his laptop and pulling up the live stream. Damn, already five minutes in. Dean sits naked with a small pink butt plug in hand, laughing about something Castiel missed.

"I just mean...I need someone who can handle me," Dean says, shrugging. Castiel ponders over his words, watching all of the overly thirsty men flooding Dean's comment section. The Winchester scans his eyes over the comments, chuckling at some, lightly humming at others. His eyes lock onto something, and he bursts out laughing, throwing his head back. "User45347, you're back!" Dean says gleefully, leaning closer to the monitor with a wide grin. "Still didn't get around to an actual username, huh?" he asks, chuckling. Castiel chuckles to himself, a warm feeling going over him. Even if Dean laughs at him, he still likes the attention. "Anyways, I met my celebrity crush today. He's the one who got me thinkin' like this," Dean groans, gripping his cock and biting his lip. "I've been crazy horny ever since."

Castiel stares blankly at the screen, his jaw clenched tight. "I can't even pretend you're mine when I'm alone," he says, leaning back in his seat.

"Seriously. I'm a pretty big guy. I need someone who can fold my ass in half!" Dean chuckles. Castiel types before he can even think, his heart pounding.

User45347: I could do that.

He's no different than the other men drooling over Dean in the comments. He's just another wallet getting sweet-talked into spending more.

"Yeah?" Dean says, staring at the screen intently. "Could you really, User?" Dean asks, biting his lip with a wide grin. Castiel stares as well, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Is he really talking to him?

User45347: Yes. Easily.

"What would you do to me?" Dean asks, winking. Castiel stiffens in his place, biting his lip. He rubs at his growing bulge, typing with his free hand. 

User45347: I'd fuck you until your legs are useless. Make it so no other dick could make you come.

Dean runs his tongue over the plug, resting his head on his hand with a grin. "Promise?" His voice is light and airy, a look of lust overtaking his face. Castiel's cock jumps, a low, growling moan in his throat. He'd go upstairs and show him if he were bolder. Dean stands from his seat, stroking his cock with short grunts. "Now look what you did. I'm hornier than ever. Take responsibility if we ever meet, got it?"

Dickman69: Geez, don't tell me you like User more than us :(

1TerranceHoward1: Show your ass again pls

lilbigmedi: Shut up about User already!!

Dean lets out a hearty laugh, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeesh, I think I'll end it here. You guys are rowdy tonight."

With that, Dean stops the Livestream, leaving Castiel to his lonesome. Sighing, he stands from his computer, swiping a hand over his face. Pathetic. He feels every bit as miserable as he did when he watched Gunner steal Dean's attention in the elevator. He mindlessly slips into his bed, eyes locked on the ceiling. "It's just some guy," Castiel whispers, pulling the blankets over his form. Just some gorgeous, funny guy. Castiel's hand trails over his shaft, his cock throbbing underneath the touch. He curses to himself, pulling his hand away and turning on his side.

................

"Do I really have to go?" Castiel grumbles, adjusting his tie in the mirror. Gabriel hops into a pair of pants, grunting as he plops down on the couch.

"Come on, Cassy, just ten minutes of lookin' at your tenants' faces! I worked hard on this!"

"Yeah, but..." Castiel lets his voice trail away, letting out a deep sigh. He hasn't talked to Dean since that day in the elevator. Days have passed without incident. He hasn't bumped into him since that day, and thank god for that. He can barely understand his emotions, and seeing Dean would only worsen things. "Fine, I'll shake hands and then make my exit."

"Good boy," Gabriel says in a sing-song voice, smacking his hands together. 

–

Dean

Crowds have never really been Dean's thing. Seriously, he hates making small talk and pretending like he gives a damn. Alas, to make friends, you actually have to speak to people. He mindlessly wanders around the rooftop, taking in the cheesy decorations and bobbing his head to the awful pop music filling the air. He pauses at a table filled with alcohol, swiping up an unlabeled beer. Just as Gabriel promised, it's lukewarm. He stares at his new neighbors, trying to find a familiar face. Finally, he lands on Gunner and perks up, giving him a lazy wave. Too eager? Who gives a damn. That's Gunner freaking Lawless.

"There he is," Gunner yells above the music, extending his arm to Dean.

"There I am," Dean squeaks, kicking himself immediately. He goes to shake Gunner's hand, his break hitching as the other man pulls him into a half hug. This is really happening. His idol is actually hugging him – tight! – and resting his chin on his shoulder.

"Good seeing ya," Gunner says in his ear, squeezing him before pulling away. Dean nods in response, trying to will his heartbeat to return to normal. Gunner nods his head to a somewhat empty corner before walking off. Dean follows along with a spring in his step, damn near floating through the crowd. Gunner Lawless wants to be alone with him!

"You settling in ok?" Gunner asks, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"As ok as anyone could," Dean says, shrugging. The other man chuckles, eyes running over Dean's form.

"So what does Dean do for a living?" he asks.

"Huh?" Dean blurts, stiffening.

"I mean, a place like this ain't cheap, right?" Gunner says, pointing to a blonde girl across from them. "We got trust fund kid, my neighbor's a doctor, and you?"

"A little of this, a little of that," Dean replies, flicking his eyes away. "Nothing fun," he adds.

"Hm." Gunner nods, cocking an eyebrow. "You in porn?" he asks. Dean's throat dries, his heart pounding in his chest. "That or you're runnin' drugs," he adds, chuckling.

"I..." He lets his voice trail away as the horrified look on Gunner's face registers.

"I was just joking...are you really..." Dean stutters over his words, heat rising to his cheeks. Gunner stares silently, clearing his throat. "Well, whatever works for you, right?" he asks, laughing awkwardly. Gunner takes a step away from him, a stale smile on his face. 

"Please don't say anything," Dean blurts, looking around the crowd. It feels like everyone is staring at him. He hates being looked at. Gunner mimes zipping his lips, and nods. Just as Dean begins to calm down, Gunner chuckles.

"Were you good in school?" he asks. Dean shrugs.

"Hated homework, but I passed tests," Dean says, chuckling. 

"Good in school, handsome, charismatic, but you still end up in porn?" Gunner says. Dean's smile sinks once more, and he shifts his feet. 

"Well, Onlyfans. But yeah."

"Ah. The new age prostitution feels less dirty because it's through the screen, right?" Gunner asks. This time, there's no laughter following his sentence. Dean lets out a forced laugh, stroking the back of his neck. 

"C-can we talk about somethin' else?" he asks, smacking Gunner on the arm. Gunner flinches back away from him.

"Maybe don't touch me anymore," he grumbles. "That doesn't make you feel dirty, Dean?" he asks, flicking his tongue over his lip. Dean would've punched him in the face and gone on about his business if it was anyone else. But this is Gunner freaking Lawless. The man he's idolized for the vast majority of his life.

"What?"

"No offense, just wondering. I could never be with someone who gets fucked by strangers for money."

And just like that, it feels like he can't breathe again. Everyone's staring at him; everyone's whispering about him. They all know, and they hate him for it. He takes a short breath, eyes widening as it gets stuck in his throat. He tries to calm himself and tries to ground himself. He inadvertently grabs for Gunner, eyes widening as Gunner brushes past him. 

"Again with the touching, Dean." He holds his hands up in defense, walking around Dean and getting lost in the crowd. Sinking to the ground, Dean clenches his arms around himself in an attempt to slow his rapid breaths. Fuck. Not here.

–

Castiel

"Nice to meet you," Castiel limply shakes another tenant's hand, willing himself not to roll his eyes. Two minutes down, eight to go. He continues down the line of new tenants that Gabriel arranged for him to meet, staring around the rooftop. He'd rather not see Dean and Gunner making out somewhere, but damn, does he still want to see Dean. As if the universe is laughing at him, Gunner bumps into him with a lazy smile.

"Mr. clumsy strikes again," he says, chuckling. Castiel frowns, staring around.

"Dean isn't with you?" he asks, a smile spreading across his lips. Gunner pauses for a moment, clearing his throat.

"Last I saw, he was sitting over there," he says, gesturing behind himself. "Between you and I, I'd leave him where he is," he adds in a near whisper. Cocking an eyebrow, Castiel walks through the crowd, trying to find the words to say to Dean when he sees him. It's only been a couple days, but damn, has he missed talking to him. All words fall away from him when he finally makes it to Dean, his eyes going wide.

Dean sits against the wall hugging himself, his eyes squeezed shut tight as he rocks back and forth.

Leaning down, Castiel studies him. "Dean," Castiels says softly. "Are you ok?"

"No," Dean breathes, hugging himself tighter. "I feel – I don't know – I'm scared."

Gently, he places his hand on Dean's shoulder, slowly pulling away as Dean flinches under his touch. Dean looks up at him, saying something that gets drowned out by the music. Castiel leans in closer. "What?"

"Fuck – hug me," Dean groans, his breaths short and ragged. "Hug me, squeeze me tight, hug me!" He speaks rapidly, his fingers digging into his arms. Castiel pulls him into a bone-crushing hug without hesitation, ignoring the hoots and howls of those around them. "Nngh – just like that," Dean whispers, his ragged breaths beginning to slow. Castiel's cock twitches, and he curses himself, closing his eyes shut tight. Dear god, not right now! "Tell me I'm safe," Dean says, his voice light and whispy. Castiel nuzzles against him, his length twitching once more. Why does he have to smell so good and feel so warm? Why the hell is his voice so tempting?! Taking a deep breath, Castiel squeezes him tighter. 

"I'll never let anything happen to you, Dean," Castiel says. Chuckling, Dean lets his head fall to Castiel's shoulder.

"That's a little intense, buddy," he says, chuckling again.

"Your breathing seems better, though," Castiel says, rubbing Dean's back.

"Yeah," he says, wrapping his arms around Castiel's back. Dean spreads his legs just enough so the other man falls into him, Castiel's hard cock pressing against him. "I knew I felt somethin'. You gettin' off on this?" Dean teases, rolling his hips forward.

"N-no!"

"Mm, you sure? Seeing me all vulnerable didn't do it for you?" he whispers, laughing as Castiel pulls away. 

…...

"Well," Dean begins, rustling with his keys. "I know how to leave an impression, eh?" After awkwardly explaining the situation to Gabriel, Castiel was (thankfully) allowed to leave the party and escort Dean back to his apartment.

"I wouldn't worry too much," Castiel says, clearing his throat. "When Benny drinks, he likes to strip. That usually drowns out any of the other awkward things of the night."

"Fantastic," he says, smiling softly. "You wanna know somethin'?" he says, continuing when Castiel nods. "Not one person even looked my way while I was freakin' out."

"I'm sorry," Castiel says, shaking his head.

"For what? That's on them, not you."

"Well, I'm also for earlier. My body has poor timing," Castiel says. Dean purses his lips, nodding.

"I still owe you that beer, don't I?"

"Oh, yeah," Castiel says.

"Come in. They're nice and cold, promise," he says. Wordlessly, Castiel walks in after Dean, staring around at the simple decor. Band posters from the eighties and photos line the walls. Castiel stares around the apartment with wide eyes, buzzing with excitement. He's really in Dean's house. In no way did he ever think he'd get this far. But, in the same vein, he needs to keep his head straight. Dean needs someone to depend on right now, not some horny dog rutting at his leg. He'll have a beer, listen to him, and wish him a good night. He takes in his surroundings as Dean enters a different room, running his fingers along a picture frame.

"Are you close with your family?" Castiel asks, pausing on a picture of Dean and a tall man. "I'm pretty close with mine. We all live here," he adds, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I mean, they drive me nuts, but I love them."

"Love my family," Dean grunts as he passes, tossing Castiel a beer. He's now wearing a pair of loose-fitting shorts and a wife beater. "Let's do somethin' fun."

Castiel stares silently at Dean, trying to force away the thoughts of pinning him to the ground and fucking him silly. "Like what?" he asks, swigging from his beer. 

"Wanna watch a movie?" he asks, walking to his entertainment center and leaning over. Dean makes a show of sticking his ass out, slowly swaying his hips from side to side. Or, rather, Castiel feels like he's making a show of it. At this point, he can't tell if he imagines it or is just struck with lust. "Hm...Somethin' scary to get you clinging to me, how's that sound?"

"Oh...um...that's fine. When should I leave?" Castiel blurts. Dean pulls out a DVD and pops it into the player, humming.

"Whenever the fuck you want. You wanna leave now?" he asks. 

"I can stay for the movie," Castiel says, sinking onto the couch. Turning off the lights, Dean plops down next to him, swigging from his beer. Castiel glances at the Winchester, a puff of air escaping his lips. Stuble peppers his jawline, and his adam's apple bobs in his throat whenever he laughs. He's almost too damn handsome if there ever was such a thing.

“Hey," Dean says, his voice low. Castiel shakes away the thoughts, shifting in his place. "Pay attention to the movie. I'm not goin' anywhere," Dean says, shooting him a wink. 

"Oh, yeah," Castiel says, looking at the TV. Something about aliens or clowns, maybe both. He really can't focus. Not with Dean sitting so close to him, smelling as good as usual, letting out those goddamn little laughs and grunts. He sighs as he feels his length hardening again, closing his eyes. Is it enough to just be near him now?!

"Calm down, Castiel," Castiel whispers. Dean grunts, patting Castiel's cheek. 

"Open your eyes, damn it! You just missed the first kill!" Dean whines. "What, do you really get scared at this sorta stuff?" he asks. Before Castiel can respond, Dean hooks an arm around Castiel's waist, pulling him closer. "I'm right here, buddy, ok?"

"That's the issue, Dean," Castiel bites, stroking a hand over his face.

"You want me to back off?" Dean asks, rubbing his hand up the other man's thigh. Castiel's cock twitches again, and he inadvertently leans into the touch. "Woah," Dean breathes, a devious grin on his face. Castiel follows his gaze, stifling a moan as Dean grazes his fingers over his growing bulge. "I just keep gettin' you all hot and bothered, huh?"

"I just --" Dean squeezes Castiel's length over his pants, effectively silencing him. Grazing his lips along the shell of his ear, the Winchester nibbles at Castiel's tender flesh, letting out a hot breath. 

"Let me make it better," he says, voice whiskey-dipped and low. In one swift movement, Castiel's throbbing cock is released from his pants.

Dean stares in awe at the long, thick cock before him, mouth agape. He gives Castiel's cock a quick pump, biting his lip between his teeth. Slowly, Dean swipes his tongue down the length of Castiel's cock, chasing a bead of precome as he does. 

"D-Dean, you don't have to," Castiel moans, resting a hand on Dean's head. 

"Mm, but you want me to, right?" he asks, flicking his eyes up to Castiel. "Can I stuff this fat cock down my throat, Cas?" he purrs, grinning as Castiel's cock throbs. With that, Dean takes the other man's length into his mouth, tongue swishing from side to side. He grips Castiel's balls, taking in as much of Castiel's shaft as possible before bobbing his head. 

"Oh my god," Castiel groans, throwing his head back and bucking his hips up. "So good." He holds Dean's head in place as he fucks into his mouth, relishing in Dean's gagging and the slick wetness engulfing his cock. When the Winchester pats his thigh, Castiel quickly pulls Dean's head up by his hair, cursing himself. "Are you ok?" he asks. Seeing Dean like this, lips fucked swollen with drool dripping down his chin, is almost enough to make Castiel lose control again. 

"Mhm," Dean replies, letting out a pleased noise as Castiel takes him into a gentle kiss. They start slow, leaving soft pecks on each other's lips, wrapping around one another. Dean allows Castiel's tongue into his mouth, grinding his hard length against Castiel's stomach. Castiel pushes Dean's shirt over his head, taking in every inch of his form as it's revealed. He kisses Dean's neck, tongue swirling along with skin as he moves over his adam's apple, down the valley of the collarbones, and down to his chest. He swirls his tongue over Dean's nipple, gaining a low moan in return. Castiel bites and licks his way down Dean's body, leaving his mark over every inch of his skin. 

"Turn around," Castiel hums, and Dean eagerly complies, getting onto his knees and leaning over the armrest. Castiel nibbles on his nape, one hand pulling his shorts down his hips, the other wrapping around his neck. He grips Dean's length, giving it rough pumps as he nibbles along the Winchester's shoulder. 

"Fuck, so good," he moans, grinding back against the other man. Castiel closes his eyes, mind trailing back to watching Dean and Gunner walking down the hall. He doesn't know why that cocky god damned grin flashes through his mind at now of all times. All he knows is it lights a fire in him that he didn't know was there. The words come out quicker than he can stop them.

"Did Gunner make you feel this way, too?" he growls. Dean stiffens, craning his head to Castiel. Before he can speak, Castiel pushes his fingers into Dean's mouth, stroking Dean's cock quicker and grinding against his back. Dean moans around the digits, his body twitching with every rough stroke of his cock. "Did you make those sounds with him, too?" he spits. Pulling his fingers out of Dean's mouth, Castiel forces him down against the arm of the couch, pushing his spit-slicked fingers between his plump cheeks. Dean grunts, looking at the other man over his shoulder wide-eyed. 

"Where'd that come from?" he grumbles, his voice falling into fluttering moans as Castiel pushes two fingers inside his tight hole. 

"I can fuck you better than him," Castiel growls, scissoring his fingers inside of him. Dean groans and pants against the couch, his hole clenching around Castiel's fingers. "I wanna hear you more," he breathes, fingers rubbing against Dean's prostate.  

"C-Castiel," Dean moans, his toes curling with every rough stroke of his spot. "I-m s-so close," he purrs, cock bobbing helplessly as his edge approaches. Just before he meets his edge, Castiel slips his fingers out of his tight pucker, pumping his own length in his hand. "Fuck don't stop now--" Dean cuts himself off when he feels the thick head of Castiel's cock pressing against his hole. Rocking his hips forward, Castiel teases against the rim of Dean's hole, rubbing Dean's plump cheeks with a guttural moan. 

"Nngh, so tight for me," he says, smacking Dean's ass as he eases forward. Finally, the tip of his cock begins to gain purchase, cock twitching as Dean's hole pulls him in. 

"Oh my god," Dean squeaks as the head pushes past his tight rim. "Caaas," he whines.

"I've got you," he whispers, pressing light, feathery kisses against his back. Dean flinches as Castiel rocks his hips forward, short moans forcing out of him with every movement. "Dean," he grunts in his ear, fingers gripping his hips. Castiel pushes deeper into him, relishing the feeling of Dean's tight hold squeezing around his length. "You feel amazing," he groans, bottoming out in Dean with a quick, short thrust. Dean inadvertently pushes his hips back, his hole squeezing around the girth of Castiel's cock, desperately trying to accommodate his size. 

"Ahn!" Deans moans, voice getting caught in his chest as Castiel quickens his pace, his hand holding Dean in place as he fucks into him. "O-oh m-my --" Dean stutters over unformed sentences, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the other man pounds into him relentlessly. 

"So good, Dean, my good little slut," he growls, gaining moans in return. Castiel is reeling. He wanted to be gentle, wanted to be romantic the first time, but all that's running through his mind is fucking Dean until he can't even think of anyone but him. Dean's fluttering cries of 'fuck me, fuck me, fuck me' aren't helping the matter, and soon, Castiel is fucking into him relentlessly, leaving Dean helplessly gripping onto the couch. 

"I'm coming -- fuck Cas!" Dean damn near screams as he comes onto the cushions, shaking and twitching as he rides his release. Castiel slows his hips as the aftershocks of Dean's orgasm pulses through him, slowly turning the Winchester to face him. Castiel presses rough, quick kisses on his lips, his cock still buried in Dean's ass as he does.

"I'm sorry, Dean," Castiel whispers against his lips, slowly finding his rhythm again. "I'm not done with you yet."

--

The night was far more eventful than the men were prepared for. Three rounds or far too sex left more than a few bruises and rugburns in places that didn't seem possible. Castiel holds a hand over his head, eyes locked on a sleeping Dean cuddled up next to him. 

He got too carried away. Dean needed a shoulder to cry on, not whatever the hell he offered him last night. Sighing, Castiel rises off of the ground, hissing as his back cracks. He flinches at Dean's groggy laugh, running his fingers through his hair.

"Not used to sleepin' on the ground, old man?" Dean asks, slowly leaning up. 

"Not generally, no."

"Me neither, fuck," Dean groans, rubbing his back. Castiel runs his eyes over him, biting his lip. "You weren't lyin', though," Dean says, a grin plastered across his face. 

"About what?"

"You really can handle me, huh?" Dean coos. Castiel stares silently for many moments before it dawns upon him.  

"How did you know?!" he squeaks. Dean bursts into hearty laughter, leaning up from the ground and smacking Castiel on the arm.

"Dude, you know your name's attached to every payment you sent me, right?"

"I...was not aware." This sends Dean into a full-on laughing fit, clenching his stomach and rolling onto his side. 

"Are you mad at me?" Castiel asks. 

"What, for findin' my only fans? Nah, I appreciate the support."

"Actually, I meant for all those things I said about you and Gunner. I'm sorry, I got really jealous."

"Jealous Cas is pretty hot, so I'll give you a pass on that," Dean says, patting him on the arm. His smile fades away, and he huffs. "All we did that day was watch reruns of his old matches, anyways."

"Oh...well, good."

"Yeah," Dean says, his face falling. "You don't think I'm, uh, gross or anything, right?"

"Why would I?" Castiel asks. Dean shrugs, twitching a smile. Castiel cradles Dean's face, gently craning his head to meet his gaze. "Sex is natural. It just so happens that your sexual prowess is good enough that people pay for it," he says, pressing a kiss against Dean's lips. "I'm just glad I wasn't another groupie to you."

"Woah now, when'd you get so smooth, User45347?" he asks, a shit-eating grin on his face. Castiel stares at him blankly, gaining roaring laughter from the other man. 

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[aroaceconfessions]

I'm not sure if what I want to confess is more about a-spectrum or neurodivergent maybe but it's about feeling things in a different way than the rest of your surroundings - so maybe some other Aro and Aces would relate?

My memories of reacting "different than normal" begin early:

- as a preschool kid when I was told that I "look pretty" - my reaction was: cry. Maybe I was just a bashfull child not knowing how to deal with a compliment but my mom always thought it was unusual.

- in my primaly school whenever I've been called "brave" after having a shot, vaccine or blood sample taken - my reaction was: feeling confused and kind of humiliated. It got to be clear: the feeling was not caused by having injection itself - but by those words that were meant to be a compliment. Why? At that time I was one of the very few children never crying of fear before vaccination but I thought that everyone else was reacting stupidly (what was the point of crying? they could not avoid the vaccine anyway!). But in my head it was them who were weird, I was normal, obviously: a mature and reasonable little person among those unrationally behaving kids. And now adults talking down to me and making a fuss over my "bravery" when I was just being normal - felt like rejecting my rationality and maturity! By them I was assumed to be just another unreasonable child who only exceptionally behaved the right way. Also if I was told "it won't hurt at all" before injection - it felt wrong as well: I took really a lot of shots (treating my otitis as 3 yo) and I've been perfectly aware of that it DOES hurt but in bearable way - so why must you lie to me?! Just do what you have to and let me go, don't treat me like an idiot!

- years later, in my early 20's - when I noticed my peers getting excited about hot stuff and sex topic I felt the same as with injections: I am that rare reasonable, grown up and seriously behaving person surrounded by overreacting immature youth. I got interested in sexual stuff myself too,  but unlike others - I felt like it's nothing to joke at and like nothing I ever wanted to talk about with anyone. My interest in sex gradually became some kind of passion - but it was strictly theoretical and never attached to any particular person around me. Now I already studied scientific stuff about it as well as movies and pictures for years - and whenever I hear anyone using a word "virgin" or insinuations that someone who never had sex therefore is naive and unexperienced - I get that feeling of being humilated: like rejecting my knowledge and maturity all over again! Just because I never done it myself doesn't mean others know more about it than me!

- I know I'm aro-ace cause I never enjoyed anyone touching me in the sexual way or using too much diminutives when talking to me. Just thinking about it makes me feel confused again - as if I was mistaken for somebody else. Sorry, I am independent adult person, not to be used as a sex toy nor be treated like a child - talk to me, treat my body serious, don't underestimate me!

- I feel less uncomfortable thinking about pain. Like when I use electric depilator to remove my legs hairs - it feels satisfying and almost pleasurous. When I went to the spa once with my friend - I could not force myself to take a massage (I hate being tickled so much I might reflexively hit someone in defence). Yet I enjoyed having a body peeling very much. I guess I'd rather like to be scratched than caressed. I sometimes wonder if maybe I would potentially enjoy BDSM instead of sex?

Is anyone else of you Aro and Ace people feeling so confused about others misinterpreting your attitude? Like about diminishing your actions as exeptional and not treating you, your words and your knowledge seriously enough?

Submitted May 3, 2023

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[sizzlingpatrolfox]

jk has armys so he wont crash and burn but he also isnt new justin, far from it. armys would never believe it but seven is not a hit for an american industry scale. he is staying on charts thanks to radio and crazy amount of remixes and his biggest streams are from thailand. he is not gonna become huge pop star just for having abs and singing generic repetetive songs. he is still just bts member that had many streams on his new song and thats it. but well we will see what scooter will mold him into beacause jk doesnt seem to mind anything if it will make him biggest pop star

I guess that was Scooter’s way of thinking.

Jungkook has a fandom because of BTS, BUT he is new at being solo. So Scooter doesn’t have to start from 0 while also being the one to take credit for “making” him and his stans and pjms too can say what they want but BTS is more well known and successful than any member (we’ll see if it’s going to change) do if Scooter succeed in making him a Harry he will see it as a win.

Anyways, these are the reasons I think it’s not going to work(no particular order):

-racism

-like anon said Jk is not fluent enough in English

-Kpop/armys have a bad reputation which is going to stop many people from taking Jk seriously(kpop is like anime: everyone’s heard of it, but outside of the country of origin it’s still niche)

-Justin blew up in a veeery different era and he was a phenomenon. Things were different a decade ago. Now we are in the digital era where people can pull crazy numbers without their music being actually a hit worldwide(ex:Bad Bunny, Bts, Jungkook himself)

-enlistment(even if Jk doesn’t enlist for the 2025 “reunion” he still has to at some point so the only chance for Scooter to make him mainstream is before that)

-having Gp hit is very different from having Western’s pop stan’s respect. They are heavily into pop girls and are very critical of the men stars for doing the bare minimum(including JB) so if Scooter’s team doesn’t give him something “unique” like Harry’s clown clothes and queer image and let’s him be straight up a copy of JB (basic songs with basic vocals and basic dance-now that I think about it that’s why the choreo was so bland cause Justin has easy choreos too lol) he will not have these people’s “approval” and will be a laughing stock

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I think the fans thing is a very good point. It's real. Most of these groups or even soloists aren't taken seriously because of their fans. Nobody likes dealing with people who take everything personally and are fighting others on internet about who has the most monthly listeners on Spotify. One direction had some really good, geniunely catchy pop-rock music but they weren't taken seriously because of their fans. And the same happened to BTS. Mind you, the SK goverment would use BTS for clout and brownie points but they never respected them as a group enough to give them exemption. They're definitely more popular than Son Heungmin or any other sports figure, but does popularity equal respect? No. Never has, and never will.

In fact, I'd say Harry started being taken more seriously when he stopped having such a hardcore, pintpoint-able online "rabid" fanbase. Meaning, once he stopped being so associated to one direction. And that took a few years. 1D broke up in 2015, and in 2018 he was still "Harry from 1D". I think I started noticing a shift and more people acknowledging him just as Harry well after his first tour as a soloist was over, which was in like 2019. I barely see "harries" on twitter, too. They exist, obviously. But they're not really a strong online presence, like even Nicki fans are.

All BTS members are still "---- of BTS". I've said it even before the hiatus, and my opinon still hasn't changed. It's probably only Jimin who random people can say "Jimin" and others will know who they're talking about. It doesn't mean they're fans of him or anything, but just that his name stands for itself.

I'm what everyone would call a local, it sounds really stupid to say it like that but it's the only way I know how to say it. When I said this is just an online thing for me, I meant it. I don't have friends irl who listen to kpop or care about celebrities at all; I don't know people like that, people who are "fans" of anything. In 6 years or so I must've probably said BTS outloud like only a dozen times, and I don't really talk about them -or any other celebrity for that matter- with people irl. So I kind of gauge how "viral" and known something is through the people I know irl because if they're all posting a song on Instagram stories and whatever, then I know for sure it's reached the normies. That was Justin after 2015, Taylor after blank space kind of?? But more than anything after lover. Miley had that moment after wrecking ball, though she's had up and downs. Ariana only kind of picked up internationally in like 2020, but not even that. People here know who Ariana is, but they couldn't name you two of her songs. For Harry, it was watermelon sugar which was a song in his SECOND full album that was released five years after 1D. Anyone who thinks Harry got "international mainstream whatever" success right after one direction... is wrong. It happened in his second album. Even more so, despite one direction having had tours in stadiums, Harry's first solo tour was an arenas tour. He literally had shows for 15k, 20k people, not more than that. Any BTS akgae would've called him a flop. Hell, if they looked at his youtube/instagram/tiktok numbers right now they would still call him a flop.

Because that's usually how it goes for good, remarkable people who are meant to be remembered and even more loved as years go by. Olivia started off her career with a bang, but will people remember her 10 years from now? That's yet to be seen. Deep down, that is the ultimate goal for a lot of people. They want to make an impact and be rememberd in the long haul. Frankly, I believe that's the real definition of "success". Or at least the only respectable definition.

I'm working as a teacher right now, and the other day I asked my class of teens (they're all around 15 years old) who are they listening to these days so I'd take them a song to work with during class, and all the girls in the class immediately said Taylor Swift. I was so pleasantly surprised! I liked Taylor Swift in 2009 and back then nobody I knew listened to her.

I'm seeing Taylor in November, me and my little sister bought tickets to her show. My sister is 15 right now, about the same age I was in 2009 when I started listening to Taylor. One of her classmate's mom called me to help her get a ticket because they weren't able to the first time and her daughter cried the whole day. Now, that's legacy. How is Taylor, two decades into her career, still gaining fans and still getting bigger and bigger everyday? After getting the tickets I mentioned to my brother how I was listening to Taylor when I was 15 and now our sister is litening to her at 15 too, and he was like "it's not easy, having that kind of career especially right now when everything comes and goes so fast; she's almost like coldplay or the rolling stones now." You know, those bands that will always have an audience no matter how many years pass. I think BTS as a group is definitely in that category, but I can't say the same for any solo member as of right now. Ask me again in 10 years, maybe.

As for music, sometimes songs are a hit in the US and not the rest of the world. Sometimes they are everywhere else in the world but not in the US. More often than not, a certified Hit song happens when it's a hit both in the US AND worldwide. Like it or not, the world still looks to the US for "approval" in a lot of things, if it's cool there then they'll think it's cool anywhere else. I don't like in the US so I don't know if Morgan Wallen is a "household name", but he's already got the longest running #1 or whatever, even more weeks than as it was. Yet I've never heard his song, meanwhile everyone knew as it was. Either way, even "hit songs" have an expiration date. People don't hold on to one-time wonders for a long time, the next one comes and they forget about the previous one.

And then there's that thing I've talked about before related to trends in music and how the world seems to have moved on from pop songs and are more into a "mature" sound, and a more developed sound, something that sounds like people actually worked on them.

If we're talking about hits in the US, just look at these numbers. And it's a song with no remixes or anything. She barely did any performances for it. She literally didn't even try.

This isn't really relevant, just a shameless Harry plug, but I wish people knew more of Harry's music apart from watermelon sugar and as it was lol. I also liked him better before the clown clothes (tho he used to dress like that even when he was in one direction, he's always been ~quirky and no, he's not forcing that trait, he's just really always been like that since he was young). I actually don't even like as it was, and his last album is my least favorite one. I like this style of his:

It's understandable though, that singers like to experiment and try different things, they like reinventing themselves, and that's okay.

And this one is a song that he wrote but then gave to Ariana Grande. And he doesn't change pronouns even if the song is sung by a woman. If I recall correctly, I think even the original leak of the song had these lyrics, as if they were written about a man (but don't quote me on that because it's been way too many years and I can't find the original leak).

[n3onstarss]

Some self-indulgent Rottmnt! Raph x reader because I'm bored and projecting and had a Moment™ earlier.

Reader is a pale fox, agender and transmasc btw, although not much of it comes up besides species.

'This is gonna be great!' I think to myself as I trek through the dark and damp sewers, purposefully ignoring the small puddles splashing around my boots and holding my bushy tail off the ground. 'I'm going to get to spend the night with my boyfriend, at my boyfriend's house, and meet his family! Shit did i wear the right outfit?' I ask myself as my paws pat down my shirt. 'I mean, it's a plain black turtleneck shirt and my fancy schmancy green jeans, you can't go wrong with that! And i made sure my earrings are the nice matching stud ones too!' My right paw moves once again to feel up long pointed ears, claws catching on the three metal studs on each side, while the other stays wrapped tight around the strap of my plain black duffel bag. 'Yeah, I'll be fine!'

'Did i put all my earrings in? what if one closes up during dinner or something or they're lopsided? did i remember to pack pyjamas that are decent? God please don't tell me I packed two shirts instead of a shirt and pants again. what if my mascara runs? or my eyeliner? fuck did i smudge it on the way down?' I glance over the side of my hand as i keep moving. Luckily i don't see any dark streaks in the pale tan fur. 'Oh okay nevermind. no black streaks, we're all good there at least.'

I barely have time to continue my spiraling train of thought before I reach where I was instructed to go. I pulled out my blocky red phone to shoot Raph a text to let him know I arrived. I couldn't see this supposed door and i didn't wanna just barge in either way.

Me: Hey, I'm outside! 💚

RedRover❤️: Oh okay!! I'll be right there love!

I started rocking back and forth on my heels while i waited the minute or two before the supposed door swung open. There, holding open the hidden, round, cement door stood my beloved partner. light poured out from behind the barrier and surrounded him in a halo of sorts. 'God, why does he always have to look ethereal?'

"Hey Red! you look nice as ever." a warm, fuzzy feeling couldn't be ignored at the compliment. seriously, how does he do this shit??

"Hello, also Red! you look stunning, love." i respond back without skipping a beat, making us both try to hold in peals of laughter at the matching names. It was almost stupid how easily it worked. they were our signature colors either way! What with his red bandana and the red markings in my fur, it wasn't a hard conclusion to come to.

As soon as we both collect ourselves, which takes a minute or two, he steps to the side to let me past. the sudden anxiety hits me worse then it did getting ready or even walking down here. I hold out my hand a little, a nonverbal ask to hold his hand, and he almost immediately scoops it into his larger one.

"Are you sure they'll like me..?" the words come out quiet, almost inaudible to even my ears, but he still catches them.

He squeezes my hand reassuringly. "they'll love you, Red. i just know it."

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He, infact, did not 'just know it'.

So far, everyone except the orange one, named Mikey, the spider yokai, Big Mama,.and the human girl, April, has a avoided making direct eye contact or speaking to me as much as they can. maybe it's first time awkwardness, maybe it's jitters, maybe they just don't like me.

The dinner table was just big enough to fit all of us, which was nice, and was laid out with bowls and plates. I'd offered to help set it earlier, but the blue one, Leo, had only shooed me away. tomato soup and grilled cheese was laid out, and now I feel like I dressed too fancy. God i look ridiculous, a blank spot in a sea of color.

Leo and the purple one, his twin Donnie, sat side by side as far away from me as possible, both their fathers and their mother seeming to follow suit. Raph sits to my left, April to my right and Mikey between her and Donnie. The other human, CJ or Casey, sat between Raph and Draxum. This left Big Mama sandwiched between Splinter and Draxum.

"Bone apple teeth!" Mikey calls, making everyone groan or giggle, before grabbing up the soup pot and ladle to pass around. I ultimately decide to try to wait until everyone else has gotten theirs so I'm not rude, but my plan is foiled when Raph notices my tenseness and scoops some into my bowl before reaching over me to pass to April.

Across the table i can see Leo lean towards his twin and whisper something. Both of them whisper heatedly for a few minutes and occasionally break eye contact to glare in my general direction, which only serves to make me want to shrink in on myself.

The urge to shrink in on myself only got stronger as dinner wore on, but luckily Mikey must've picked up on it. He kept up a slow and nice gentle conversation between the table, asking about everyone's day and basic info from me. Eventually everyone became wrapped up in their own seperated convos and left just me and Mikey talking, scooting and leaning back since April sat between us.

"So! what's your favorite color and why?"

"hmm.. green. It's very calming and it matches nicely with my fur, especially darker greens! very nature-y."

"OOOO! that's a good one! mines orange, obviously! it's a very warm, happy color and i love that!"

"Man you're reason is even better!" quiet giggling breaks out between us for a few seconds. "okay, okay! what's your favorite.. hobby?"

"oh definitely painting or baking! yours?"

"hard to choose really, either watching movies or listening to music."

"lame, man!" his words were harsh if his tone wasn't teasing.

as our conversation continued I could faintly make out remarks from the other side of the table over the other conversations. CJ, the other human, and Draxum, the other dad, were talking about school i think. Raph, Big Mama, and April were gossiping and arguing semantics. and the twins were whispering again.

Eventually Leo slammed his hands on the table and stood up. everyone had been done eating for a while now, but the sudden movement drew everyone's attention. The tense atmosphere was back, not as strong as earlier, but still there.

Without a word Leo gathered his and Donnie's dishes and left, presumably to clean up. everyone soon followed suit.

"I can get yours if you want." I offered to no one in particular, but Mikey, Raph and Splinter all took me up on the offer. As i made my way towards the kitchen hushed voices flowed out and immediately halted when I turned the corner. Glares followed me as i made my way to the sink, pointedly ignoring them, and rinsed the dishes quickly, ready to get out of their hair.

Instead, both turtles left and I decided to just finish the dishes to be polite. 'I wanna make a good impression so pleaseeeeee let this help.'

Turns out, the dishes didn't take very long and by the time I was heading back out it'd only been a few minutes.

By the time I was out there, movie night had been set up. Everyone was piled onto the floor to watch a Jupiter Jim movie and passing around a communal popcorn bowl, as Raph had told me earlier when we made the plans. Quickly and quietly i moved to sit next to Raph, snuggling my left side into his as everyone settled. About halfway into the movie Raph got a text and excused himself, as did Leo and Donnie. After a few minutes I decided to get up too, to get some water and refill the communal popcorn bowl, which was now reduced to unpopped kernels that CJ and Mikey kept eating. April snagged and handed me the bowl once i offered and I departed.

There was talking as i walked down the hall towards the kitchen, and i tried my best to ignore it so i wouldn't be rude.

unfortunately, my ears picked up a conversation i wasn't meant to hear.

"oh come on Raph! you brought a canine, a predator, into a house full of prey, and three other predators, and expect nothing bad to happen? what if theyre a villain? or lose it and return to their basic instincts? what then, huh?!"

'what is going on?'

"what? Leo, what do you mean basic instincts?"

"He means, dear Raphaella, returning to a predator mindset. seeing our family as either prey or competition. what do you expect us to do then?"

'oh..?'

"basic instincts dont affact anything, De-"

"Oh really?? explain that to your chirps and churrs and your savage episodes. explain that to Mikey hiding in his shell instinctively when threatened. Explain that to Donnie and I swimming often and our strange diets. WE have basic instincts too Raph, the only reason they don't affect our lives is because we aren't predators!"

'oh. okay.'

I stormed around the corner now, bowl still in hand and tears welling in my eyes. anger burning bright behind them. "You know what? fuck you! I've tried all. night! to prove I'm not some vicious fucking predator and you still accuse me of being one when I'm not even fucking there! I'm!- I'm.." the bowl slipped from my fingers, clanging loudly onto the floor.

horrified looks sat on everybody's faces in varying degrees. Donnie looked shocked I'd been there at all, Raph looked upset and pitying, and Leo.. he looked like i was about to murder him.

a small choked sob escaped me once i realized what I'd done. tears rolled down my face and effectively dragged my makeup with them. they didn't trust me, or love me or even like me. they see me as a monster. because of my stupid species. okay then, sure, fine. that's fine I'm fine everything is fine.

I began speed walking down the hall I'd came from, looking for a escape or place to hide. 'I'm such a fucking coward. running and hiding instead of letting them say anything. God this is pathetic, I'm letting my boyfriend fight my battles for me after i scared the shit out of his family because i just can't handle it. stupid stupid stupid.'

I hadn't realized I'd walked through the back of the silent living room, movie paused on the wall, or passed a frantic Mikey jogging down the hall towards the kitchen while absorbed in my thoughts, nor did I realize the yelling starting again and getting louder. all i could focus on was the "basic instinct" to get the fuck out of there.

Eventually, after a minute or two of twisting halls, I found a bathroom. perfect spot to hide, i guess.

I gently closed and locked the door behind me, not wanting to draw any more negative attention to myself. I flicked on the light, only to decide it was way too bright and turn it off in favor of the dim lamp on the counter.

The bathroom was a light green in color, with black and white checkered floors, which was nice i suppose. it didn't soothe my nerves but it provided a comforting atmosphere in a way. something that told me "its okay, let it all out" in its own little way. The bathtub was covered in a black curtain and looked inviting. I gently shifted the curtain aside as I started to hyperventilate, sitting myself in the tub. The quiet was soothing at first, but eventually it only made the bathroom into an echo chamber, making my thoughts bounce around my head in a quickening spiral.

It felt like an eternity before the knocking started. My sobbing only got worse, and louder in turn, which made the thing, person, call out. I couldn't process what was being said. I wanted to tell it to go away, to leave me in peace, but the words were stuck in my throat. my face was buried into my knees as i tightened my curl into upright fetal position, tears drenching my jeans knees worse then they already were. the knocking stopped as a few voices began talking outside followed by two sets of footsteps padding away. Light flooded the bathroom not long after and I shrunk in on myself further, curling my tail around myself to be as small as I could.

Footsteps echoed around the walls and the curtain was pulled aside as an unconscious growl built in my throat. When the voice started talking, my head snapped up, lips pulled up to bear my fangs and eyes wild. the thing, Orange one, jumped back in fear before backing, terrified, out of the room and closing the door. 'goddamnit this is only proving their point. i am a monster. i am i am i am i am i am.'

the same two words continued to float around my head until frantic, heavy running came down the hall and the door was thrown open again. My fur puffed up and my claws came out even more, only serving to make this feeling worse. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears and i couldn't hear anything else for a moment. Then the door was closed, something soft was sat down somewhere, and the light from the hall left, but the new thing didn't leave. the curtain was again pulled open, but much slower this time. 'I really fucked up and scared someone haven't I.. goddamnit! stupid stupid stupid stupid!'

the curtain finally revealed the figure. Tall and dark green with red patterns and fabric. I knew him, i felt safe with him. my fur didn't lay back, but the growing growl stopped and i could hear something other than my heartbeat again.

"hey hey.. easy there, you're okay, Red, Raph's gotcha.. you're fine.."

gentle hands wiggled under my arms and lifted me from my spot in the tub, holding me like a wet kit, before he stole my spot. I almost began growling again, how dare he steal my spot?, before i was placed slowly in his lap facing him.

A large, gentle hand began to smooth my fur, softly pushing it back down, as another hand cupped my face. His thumb moved to push away tears and smooth fur there too. My thoughts stopped their spiraling as i finally processed everything.

'This is, was, my boyfriend, sitting in his bathtub with me, trying to soothe me from.. whatever that whole ordeal was, and somehow not mad at me..'

As if he could hear the question in my head, he began to speak. "It's not your fault, Red. Nobody's mad at you, I'm not mad at you. And I'm not scared of you either, I can practically see you thinking it, and you've gotta know that I'm not scared of you. I don't think i ever will be scared of you a day in my life. what happened out there wasn't your fault, you're gonna be okay.. it's all gonna be okay.." as if my sobbing rubbed off on him, Raph started to tear up too.

I practically threw myself into his plastron, clinging tightly to him as the, now dry, sobs wracked my body. His hand that had been cupping my face was now gently sitting on the back of my head while that hand that'd been essentially petting me never stopped it's work. Our crying dyed down after what felt like forever, but neither of us dared to move for a while longer.

"a-are you gonna l-leave me?" i asked with a wobbly voice, still on the teetering edge of crying again.

"what? no! of course I'm not leaving you Red!" his voice was almost offended i asked, but somehow pitying too.

"b-but-" i wanted to argue that he should. I'm as dangerous as they claimed, I'll only hurt.

"uh-uh, no buts. I'm not leaving and that's final." i was pulled tighter into his plastron as the petting stopped. "i won't go unless you want me to, and even then I'll always be here for you. capishce?" the hold softened as he leaned back, trying to get a good look at my face.

".. capishce."

comfortable silence fell once again l, just until i could breathe right and stopped shaking, before he spoke again.

"Do you wanna get cleaned up and try again?"

"mm-mm", i hummed while shaking my head no against his chest.

"why not, Red?"

".. they hate me."

"oh Red.. they don't hate you-"

"yes they do! you heard what they said, you saw how- how scared Leo looked when I yelled!"

"they don't hate you Red. They don't. please, trust me. they don't hate you, we can try this again and get it right this time. if it doesn't work out then I won't force it, but i think you all might've just gotten off on the wrong foot."

".. okay"

i slowly worked to separate myself from him as he stood up, helping me up in the process. I squeezed my eyes closed and turned on the light. and when I reopened them holy shit it was bad.

eyeliner and mascara made black tear tracks through pale fur, most of my cheek fluff was laying flat and wet, my nose was running a little and when i glanced at Raph it only made me laugh a little. his plastron had a big wet spot right in the middle of it, complete with mascara smears.

Raph almost immediately brightened at my laughter and began laughing too. "gods we look stupid," i managed to get out between breathes, "so what's the plan, tiger?"

"whatever you wanna do, love. we can go to your place, or stay here or whatever."

"... can I get changed into pyjamas before we try again? please?"

Raph took a minute to jokingly inspect my outfit before agreeing. my knees were itchy from the tear soaked jeans and my shirt felt a lil too tight around my neck right now to be comfortable.

Somehow i hadn't realized the duffel Raph had brought with him and set on the toilet, maybe because he was standing infront of it but whatever. I walked behind him to the bag and got changed in the shower. the shorts and tank top were comfortable, but thank god i brought makeup wipes.

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The second meeting was much better, but not a perfect success. Donnie didn't mind me much anymore, but Leo still seemed to hate me a lil. That was fine, I could live with that, It was my fault.

Everyone was settled back in the living room, ready for a different movie. a vote was held and, after a lot of yelling, Piss in Boots; The Last Wish was chosen. Raph and I volunteered to go make new popcorn and dipped within the first 5 minutes.

It was not just popcorn. there were drinks for each person, and pop tarts for Donnie and Mikey, and fruit for Mikey, and applesauce for Leo, and chocolate for the humans, and dry ramen noodles for Splinter and Raph.

"You want anything specific, love?" Raph asked, his back to me as he leaned to reach the top of a cabinet while i dropped into a crouch to gather drinks from the cooler.

"I'm okay! thanks though!" I lied through my teeth, I'd done enough, i would be good anyways. I apparently got caught eyeing the ramen and fruit though.

"mhm.. sure." another ramen packet was added to the pile and another handful of fruit was thrown into the bowl.

the food was hauled back to the living room, and my skills from being a waiter set in. i had 2 drinks in each hand, caught between my fingers in a odd way, and two bowls balanced on each arm, one popcorn and one fruit. somehow nothing fell. I actually got a little applause out of Mikey and a laugh from somewhere in the room.

By the time everyone had their snacks we were, like, 20 mins into the movie. everyone was content and, after delivering the go go squeeze and a pepsi to Leo he even seemed to mellow out a bit. everyone was happy and fine, it would all be okay. especially if Raph would get the stupid mascara off his plastron. (whish he totally failed to do in the bathroom, by the way!) Mikey passed fruit around with the popcorn and, apparently, nobody ate it except Donnie, April and I, everyone else was too focused on the movie or their own snacks.

comfortable and safe, I leaned over to April and asked "psst, what'd we miss?"

"ohh okay! so, basically"..

#ignore any spelling mistakes its 2:50 am over here 😭😭 #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #rise raph #raph x reader #raphael x reader #rise raph x reader #rise raphael x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #rottmnt angst #rottmnt april #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt big mama #gender neutral s/o #my writing

[revenge-of-the-shit]

Just watched Joy Ride (2023) and mixed thoughts.

Spoilers below!!

It was really, really refreshing to see East Asian women being portrayed as unapologetically raunchy and messy and terrible and fucked up. It's the first time I've seen a movie where they're NOT some out together socialite or kung fu badass or a fetishized dragon lady or delicate lotus flower. The characterization was well done and I felt like they were fleshed out pretty well, and it was a very sex-positive portrayal of East Asian women and it was done ENTIRELY without fetishizing them. It's a low bar to pass and the fact that this is the first movie I've seen that passes this bar is... depressing but it was very nice to see that they can be trashy and sexy and just be themselves.

It's the typical sort of humour you'd expect from an R-rated comedy. Not my sort of thing entirely, but I had some laughs for sure and some other reviewers thought it was hilarious.

I could tell that the film was indeed made by diaspora for diaspora. There were just so many little details sprinkled through the whole thing that I could recognize from lived experience

While the film certainly made some commentary on internalized racism, I felt like it never really followed through with exploring this theme, or that when it did, it was somewhat superficial and did not really fully address it. Same goes for exploring the theme of being in-between - something that's very, very central to diaspora - as well as the identity crisis evoked by a twist I admit I was surprised by. All of these, while they had the potential to be weaved more strongly into the film, were not really fully addressed - and while this is a comedy movie, the way that all these themes were set up as serious things to address led to a rather mediocre reaction to its execution.

The female gaze is generally very, very, very present for this film, which is once again rare to see in R-rated comedies with nudity and sex. None of the four friends are ever objectified as sex objects, and anything sexual is something they choose for their own pleasure. It's a very sex-positive take, again.

Sprinkles of queer Asian experience in there too, which is nice to see. I found Deadeye to be a very compelling character as I can relate to them in several levels, and it was really really nice to see queer Asians who can be awkward, be raunchy, be terrible, be unapologetic, a d just be human.

Plot was a typical comedy plot, so not revolutionary at all and with some plot holes, but it's a plot.

One more point under the cut with bigger spoilers but also CW: Mentions of SA.

Overall, I'd give it a 6.5 - 7/10. Not great, not bad. Could've been better. Some weird spots. But it sure is something, and I'm glad to see more Asian American rep all across different genres.

One of the biggest scenes that made me feel off was a scene where Stephanie Hsu's character, Kat, has a bag of coke up her ass, and it breaks. She freaks out because she feels it entering her system and it makes her, as she says, "very horny." At this point, she and the three others are in a hotel with a bunch of hot athletic Asian men who are friends with one of the MCs. One of the men, who's also Kat's ex, tries to hit on her and hook up with her, but she tries to reject him - she also tells him that she's engaged, which he is. He does not back off and he does not take her seriously. She runs off (to the gym). He follows.

While he definitely thinks she's sober (he has no idea she's on drugs), the rest of the gals, FULLY AWARE that Kat is completely drugged out of her mind and being hit on by someone she does not want to be with, decide to go their separate ways while wishing everyone a good time and to "have fun tonight". Nobody checks on Kat.

At that point in the film I was beginning to get extremely worried that they were going to play off a date rape-esque scenario as a humorous, joking one given how the entire tone of this scene was a humorous one.

At the end, they do not have sex, thank God.

The scene between them is indeed sexually charged. What happens is that she pulls a muscle when trying to work off the energy, and he uses a muscle blaster/massage gun on her back. He does not touch her without her asking him to, but she is still under the influence of drugs (which he doesn't know...but still...). She then grabs a basketball and puts it between her thighs, and he uses the massage gun on the basketball. Afterwards, she takes the gun and uses it on his balls, and apparently shatters his pelvis. Wow

This is never addressed afterwards, ever. The scene left me feeling rather confused and more uncomfortable than anything else in the entire movie. Maybe I'm reading too much into it but something about it was clanging bells in my head.

#non sw #Joy ride 2023 #asian representation #spoilers #Long post

[sadquickchristmassnowman]

i watched iasip. once again, thank you for the long post. you really sold me on it, and i'm glad you did. i don't have anyone to share my thoughts to, so i thought i'd come back here.

(just for the record, i watched from season 5-16, because i struggle to get into shows if they start off slow. after i write this, i'm going to go back and watch season 1-4)

my first thoughts were, i'm surprised how much of the soundtrack i know. the background music and intro go so hard, don't get me wrong, but i was shocked how much of it i've already heard from youtube videos and stuff.

my seconds thoughts were. woah i hate everyone yet i care for them?? now that is good writing. but also i've never gasped or said "oh no" aloud so much while watching a show. again, good writing.

surprisingly, several of the episodes like, hit me hard and got me genuinely feeling like shit. cough the suburban house episode cough.

i was also surprised at the out right gayness. normally from these types of sitcoms, i've grown to accept the odd gay joke and gay-coded characters. but a canonically gay character that's sexuality is brought up often and isn't just stereotypes ontop of stereotypes? that (sadly) really shocked me.

i also found myself able to predict the way the episodes were gonna go, not for all of them but for quite a few. my brain would just assume the worst, and then it would happen. which, i think added to the atmosphere if anything. the dramatic irony and the dread i would feel as the episode progressed really just hooked me. i knew it was all going to shit, i hated it was all going to shit, but i couldn't stop watching.

overall, a very enjoyable show. i think i might like it a little less when i watch the earlier 4 seasons, because i'm assuming it'll be physically painful to watch. but again, thank you! you've created an iasip fan!

I'm really glad you liked it! thanks for the update bro 👍 (and are you saying you literally watched the entirety of seasons 5-16? if so that was SPEEDY as hell dude that's awesome)

and yep! a lot of the soundtrack, including the title sequence song, are just from an unlicensed free music library online lmfao, so a lot of youtubers and stuff use it when they need music that won't get them demonetized for improper copyrighting etc. this is because they started the show with such a small budget lmao, and they decided to just stick with it. it's a funny bit tbh. here's the pieces they use for score if you were wondering, I listen to them a lot lmfao it's genuinely good music (coming from a music major who listens to instrumental orchestral shit a lot lmao)

and YES it's so awesome how terrible the characters are as people, yet you're still captivated by them and genuinely care about them. that's storytelling baybee!!! some people don't really vibe with that aspect of the show and it puts them off so I’m glad you liked it.

the suburbs episode LMAO that one's a classic. something I had a bit of trouble with at the beginning was being able to separate myself from the characters and just appreciate the comedy and story from an objective standpoint. I just really tend to put myself in the characters' positions or immediately find any way I can to empathize with the scenario. but this show becomes so painful to watch if you try to do that the whole time, so learning to take myself out of the story and just really not take any of it seriously at all has been interesting to say the least. this isn't to say you shouldn't have emotional responses to the show or connect with the characters, not at all, just that I had to learn to really not take the jokes and scenarios seriously. I hope that somewhat made sense

and yes!!! canon gay representation!!! even though rob mcelhenney (guy who plays mac) isn't gay, his mom is gay and he has two gay brothers, so he has been surrounded by the queer community his entire life. he's one of the few straight men who I think are truly qualified to play a gay character, and he does it very respectfully and mindfully, while not compromising the spirit and humor of the show itself. I really respect him for that, and it's one of the things that makes this show really special to me.

(p.s. idk if you've seen mythic quest? that's another one with great gay rep. I think I remember you mentioning you'd seen it but I thought I’d put that in here just in case you haven’t)

you saying that you would predict what was going to happen next because you just thought "what's the worst way this could go," and then it did indeed follow that worst case scenario, made me laugh lmao. I have a similar experience watching. it's exactly like you said: you know it's going to shit, you hate that it's going to shit, but you just can't stop watching regardless.

and, I don't know if you’ve already watched seasons 1-4 by the time I post this, but they're really not bad at all. in fact, seasons 2 and 4 are in my top 6 seasons of the show overall, and the season 4 finale is one of the most iconic episodes in the entire series. I just meant that season 5 is a good place to start because it immediately gets going, it makes sense without too much context, and it's a good way to gauge whether you'd be into the rest of it or not. but that's awesome that you just immediately watched all the way to the present.

anyway! yippee!!! welcome to the club! I’m a pretty new fan too tbh I started watching this august, but I’m really glad I was able to recommend you something that I love, and that you really enjoy as well. lmk what you think of seasons 1-4 or if you ever want to talk more about the show, as you can see I am always down to yap about my favorite sitcoms lmao (sorry about the unnecessarily long response) happy honda days 💯

p.s. here's a picture of the sunny cast at la pride :)

#jesus christ let me just write another essay I guess #once again making it clear that I am a professional yapper #it's always sunny in phildelphia #iasip

[alleyskywalker]

I don't know if you're still getting prompts but if you are

Theon/Robb + reversed power dynamics

"Kneel before the Prince, greenlander scum." One of Theon's men pushes their prisoner down to his knees onto the stone floor. The young man makes a dull, repressed sound of pain around the gag, but for a long moment, he does not look up at Theon.

"We've caught ourselves a wolf," Theon tells him men. "And not just any wolf. A royal one." If this doesn't make his father understand… He's certain Asha will be furious, at least. He's willing to bet she had hoped their plan would go poorly. Instead it has gone remarkably better than Theon could have expected. She doesn't know Stark the way I do, Father, Theon had insisted at the last council before they laid the trap. Besides their my hostages. I'd rather kill them than let you waste them. He's relieved his father had listened, first and foremost because Theon seriously doubts he would have actually found the strength to kill the boys. Rickon's fucking four. Drowned fuck.

Robb has now finally deigned to look up at him. The hatred in his eyes takes Theon aback for a moment, although…what else had he expected? For a moment, he considers removing the gag, seeing if Robb will try actually bite him. Then decides against it. "Everyone out," he says, instead. The men hesitate, but it only takes a glare from Theon to usher them out. They've come to obey him, at least, at this victory has done him some good on the Respect and Admiration scale too.

He turns his attention back to Robb, who's still glaring at him. His legs aren't bound but his arms are securely twisted behind his back, and the gag has been fashioned as muzzle in such a way that it probably obscures his breathing some. He won't try anything. "You came for your brothers," Theon says, shaking his head. "I knew you'd come for them in force, the way you couldn't for your sisters, but even I didn't think you'd come yourself, you absolute idiot." He feels a bite of pity at that.

Robb's eyes narrow and for a moment, he strains against the gag, then stops, likely reminding himself it's useless and humiliating to try.

"What do you think will happen to you?" Theon approaches him now, touches a hand against his cheek. Robb leans away sharply, almost falls over. "We could kill you..." Theon muses. "But that would be a waste. I don't think, however, that we need all three of you."

Robb's eyes go wide. In a furry he tries to stand, but Theon shoves him back down. Fascinated, he watches the change of emotions on Robb's face - anger fading into pleading. Theon can almost hear him saying, kill me but not my brothers. For some reason, this makes Theon want to hit him. It must have shown on his face, because Robb closes his eyes, visibly bracing himself. "You think I'll hit you?" Theon scoffs, pretending he hadn't thought it. "That's no way to treat highborn hostages."

Slowly, Robb opens his eyes now to stare at him with confusion. "Well, we're not letting you go," Theon explains, in the tone he'd use with a child. "Once the terms are signed, we can probably send Bran back. The boy is crippled and no military mind. He'll never lead men himself. More importantly, he's old enough to remember both you and Rickon and not wish to put your lives in peril." And clearly doesn't have the personality for that sort of decision. "You and Rickon will remain hostages to ensure your brother's and the North's good behavior." Theon smiles at him, almost tenderly. He can't keep the heavy layer of irony out of his voice. "We'll treat you well."

#theon greyjoy #theon x robb #asoiaf #asked and answered #op #for the 3 sentence fic meme I was doing before the show tumblr nonsense #sorry anon this is prob not quite what you wanted but #i had too much fun writing it