#i don’t know why i’m getting so deep on this 10 second post? but anyway you should watch Popeye if you haven’t

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Office sex

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

A/N hey guys I'm re-posting all my fics. Also comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated xoxo

18+ MINORS FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH (I WARNED YOU)

Summary bucky comes to visit you at work and you get it on

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Warnings fluff and Unprotected sex (use protection because you're not fictional)

It was just one of those days. Not only had you overslept but you were late for work and your boss had decided to give you extra paperwork to fill in (as if you didn’t already have enough). You spent every second until your lunch brake completing your work and decided to come back to it after eating your lunch. You reached into your bag and that’s when you realised you had forgotten your lunch. Great. Luckily your boyfriend, Bucky wasn’t on a mission so you could call him. You picked up your phone and clicked on his contact.

“Hey doll aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he questioned sounding worried.

“Don’t worry. I am. I just forgot to pick my lunch up this morning so please could you bring it in for me?”

Bucky chuckled, “anything for you doll.”

“hey its not funny.” You tried to sound angry but you couldn’t ever be angry at Bucky.

“whatever you say doll” Bucky replied with a smile on his face. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“Thank you babe, you’re a life saver. ”

You put the phone down and took a deep breath. Your day had been very stressful and forgetting your lunch had just made it worse.

Whilst you were waiting for Bucky your boss came into your office with a scowl on her face.

“Miss L/N why aren’t you doing your

work?” she questioned bitterly.

You were startled and just stared at her for a second before replying. “I’m on my lunch break but I’ll carry on after.”

“it doesn’t even look like you’ve done any work.” She said while shaking her head.

“I have I put all my completed work in that pile over there” you pointed trying to stop your hand from shaking.

“well it doesn’t look like you’ve done much at all. I expect the rest of the work to be done by the end of the day or I will have to issue you with a written warning. This business can’t afford to lose customers and money because of lazy people like you. Do you understand me?” she said sharply.

“y-y-yes I understand. It will all be on your desk by the end of the day.” You stuttered trying to stop yourself from crying.

“good” your boss said as she stormed out of the room.

Luckily a few seconds later Bucky had texted you to say that he’s outside. You quickly picked up your jacket and practically ran out of your office.

Bucky’s smile fell as he saw the look on your face.

“what happened doll?” he asked, worried.

“it’s nothing really. My boss just told me off like I was a child and called me lazy for not doing enough work and I’m sure everyone heard.” That’s when it happened. The floodgates had opened and how you were sobbing into Bucky’s chest.

“Oh doll. I’m so sorry” he said wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tightly.

“It’s ok. It’s not your fault” you replied.

“come on, let’s get you inside so you can eat and calm down.” Bucky grabbed your hand and walked you to your office.

He sat down in the spare seat you had and put your lunch on your desk.

“Thanks Buck”

Bucky smiled, “you’re welcome doll. And anyways you can’t say I’m the only unorganised one in this relationship now”

You smiled back “it’s one time. And besides you would forget your head of it wasn’t screwed on”

You and Bucky talked while you ate your lunch.

After a while, you asked Bucky to check the time. You still had 25 minutes of your lunch break left.

Bucky looked at you with a mischievous grin on his face.

“why are you giving me that look ” you asked.

“I think we should make the most of the last 25 minutes of your lunch break” Bucky replied.

“James Buchanan Barnes I am not having sex with you while I’m at work.” You replied knowing its not the first time you have had sex at work.

“you act like we’ve never done it before” Bucky said with a grin on his face.

“I swear if we get caught I’m blaming you.” You replied smiling back.

Only now had you noticed the wetness that had formed between your legs. Soaking through your panties.

You walk over to Bucky and sit in his lap. He grabs your ass while leaning in to kiss you. It was like fireworks were going off in your stomach every time you kissed Bucky. His soft lips and talented tongue.

You started to grind down on his hard member which elicited a moan from the both of you. You pulled away from the kiss and started to unbutton Bucky’s trousers. You pulled his hard cock out of his boxers and started to stroke it up and down while also twisting your hand when you got to the sensitive head.

Just as you were about to kneel on the ground Bucky stopped you.

“as much as I like to fuck your throat doll. I love fucking your pussy more.” He said as he picked you up and placed you on your desk.

He started to kiss you and make his way down your neck making sure to leave marks that show his love for you. He made his way back to your lips as he started to unbutton your trousers and stroke your pussy through your panties. He grabbed your panties and trousers and stared to pull them down your legs.

Once they were off he pounced on you. His lips met yours in a battle for dominance that he always won. He circled a finger around your entrance and just as he was about to push it in you stopped him.

He gave you a concerned look. “sorry doll did I got too far. We can stop if you want to.” He said stroking your outer thigh with his metal hand.

“You didn’t go too far babe. I just need your fat cock in my pussy right now. I’m wet enough I promise. I just need you Bucky” you said looking him in the eyes.

Bucky chuckled. “you sure do know how to sweet talk me doll.”

He lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed in. His lips were back on yours in a matter of seconds to muffle the moans you both let out. As he started to thrust into you. His hand reached down to play it your clit.

As soon as his hand reached your bundle of nerves, you let out a moan that could only be described as pornographic. Bucky smiled and carried on his ministrations on your clit.

“you feel so good around my cock baby” Bucky said breathlessly. “so good. So so good”

You grabbed Bucky’s face and brought it to yours. You started kissing him fiercely as if it was the last time you were ever going to get the chance to.

“Baby I’m so close” you moaned breaking the kiss.

“is there anything else you need baby” Bucky asked his baby blue eyes almost black with lust.

“I need your metal hand on my clit. Please baby. Please!” you moaned.

“you can have anything you want if you beg that nicely.” Bucky said while grunting. He replaced his normal hand with his metal one. And kissed you once again only this time it was more teeth and tongue than the last ones. This kiss was pure passion.

Then it happened. Your legs started to shake and you let out a moan (luckily it was muffled by the kiss) and then you came.

The pulsing of your pussy was the last push for Bucky before he stilled inside you and pumped his seed into your awaiting body while collapsing on top of you. You stayed there for a few minutes before you realised you had to get back to work.

You let out a chuckle and said “we have got to stop doing this. One day were gonna get caught.”

“but that’s the fun of it doll” Bucky replied.

He removed his soft cock from inside you and tucked it back into his boxers before doing his trousers up as well.

You stood up on wobbly legs and pulled your panties and trousers up. Bucky let out a moan knowing you were going to sit in your office for the rest of the day with his seed dripping out of you.

“well I should get back to work” you said while sorting your hair out.

“ok doll I’ll see you later” he gave you a kiss on your lips and then one on your cheek before he left.

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The Owl and The Lioness - Alessia Russo x Reader

Summary: Rugby player!R meets Alessia Russo and things go from there.

A/N: This is the fic I made you guys vote on me writing like a week ago. Also does anyone else feel like I'm writing these pretty fast because I have 3 other fics just waiting to be posted and a 4th in progress.

As a rugby player, you can honestly say that you do not spend much time thinking about football.

In all honesty, you can’t say that you’ve spent more than ten minutes thinking about it in the last 10 years, but that’s all about to change today.

Today, you along with the rest of England’s women's national rugby team are at St. George’s Park because apparently, it would look good if the Red Roses were seen supporting the Lionesses and vice versa before your major tournaments.

You’ve never been more uncomfortable than you are right now standing in front of these footballers in your training kit.

The two sets of captains and coaches are currently trying to figure out the best way to go about this faux joint training. They don’t take very long and before you know it, you and your fellow wings Jess, Ellie, and Lydia are standing with their strikers.

“I’m Beth. That’s Bethany, Nikita, and Alessia,” the newly identified Beth says.

“I’m Lydia and that’s Jess, Ellie, and Owl,” Lydia says, smirking as she purposely tries to wind you up by using your nickname.

“It’s Y/N,” you say, barely loud enough to be heard.

“Speak up Owl,” your teammates say at nearly the same time with identical eye rolls.

Taking a deep breath you try again, voice coming out at a normal volume, “My name is Y/N.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Alessia give you a small grin, which you return despite the sound of blood rushing in your ears.

It’s then that the drills start and you find yourself silently showing her the correct way to pass a rugby ball and the correct way to tackle, chuckling softly as she and her three teammates struggle to bring you down.

In turn, she shows you how to do keepy-ups and how to use your laces to add some power to your shots.

The very last activity of the day is a foot race and it involves most of their team taking on the backs from yours.

“You’re all about to learn why we call her the Owl,” you hear Jess shout from somewhere down the line.

There’s a bit of laughter from your team and even a couple of ‘yeah rights’ from the footballers, but you’re not paying attention to any of that. Your eyes are locked onto the pole at the opposite end of the field, your finish for the race.

All you need is for their coach to blow the whistle and the second she does you’re gone.

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that at least two of the footballers are slightly ahead of you but you’re not worried about that. 

Your only concern is beating your teammates, which you do by a lot. 

Upon turning around you see that most of the runners are still a good 15 meters back.

It doesn’t take very long before your teammates are circling you and ruffling your hair though.

“Way to fly Owl,” your captain shouts, hooking her arm around your shoulders, “Really did us proud little rose.”

“Thought I should show that we’re not all big brutes like you, boss,” you respond quietly, a small grin on your face.

She doesn’t find it as funny as you do though taking the opportunity to put you in a headlock.

You struggle against her for a while, not making any progress towards escaping until the coaches call the two teams back in front of them.

Neither of the coaches says anything important, not in your opinion anyway, and they release the two sides to mingle and get ready to go.

Not one for talking with people, you go to gather your stuff and are slightly surprised when a shadow appears above you.

Looking up, you're surprised to see one of the football players standing above you. You recognize her having seen her talking to Alessia earlier.

“Hey Owl, I’m Ella,” she says, “My idiot friend Alessia over there thinks that you’re cute but is too nervous to ask you for your number, so I’m doing it for her.”

“What,” you say confused, “You’re asking me for my number for your friend?”

“Yup.”

Shaking your head, you pull a piece of paper and a pen out of your bag before writing down your number, accompanied by both your name and nickname.

Handing it over, you ask Ella to deliver a message for you, cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Tell her that I think she’s cute too.”

Over the next few months, you and Alessia spend a considerable amount of time texting and getting to know each other.

When United make their way down to London for games, you take her on dates and show her all of your favorite spots, and the few times your team makes their way to the Manchester area, she does the same.

This of course garners some teasing from your teammates, who have taken to reminding you that most owl species mate for life every time they see you leaving a room to talk to her on the phone.

It’s during one of these phone calls, a facetime to be specific, that her phone gets hijacked by Ella and Mary.

“‘Lo there Owl,” Ella says, accent strong as ever, “I was wondering if you could solve an argument for me.”

“I mean, maybe?”

“Do they call you Owl because you’re fast like a bird or,” Ella’s cut off by Mary snatching the phone away.

“Or because you’re really quiet,” the keeper finishes.

“It’s both,” you answer, “Most owl species can average speeds of 20 mph but they can fly faster in certain situations. The crazy thing is that despite going so fast they make very little noise, virtually silent in fact.

The look on the two players' faces causes you to grin a little because you know exactly why they’re those faces: they’ve never heard you say so many words at once before.

They manage to say as much before Less takes her phone back telling them to  “say bye to Owl.”

You smile a little more as the two others rush off, already arguing about something else.

“What are you doing next month,” she asks when they finally leave the room.

After thinking about it for a moment you answer her, “Season ends this week so probably some recovery work and injury prevention to prepare for the world cup and next season.”

“Do you want to come to some of our matches during the Euros?”

“Do you want me to come to your matches at the Euros,” you ask back, watching as her cheeks flush before she nods, “Well if you want me there, I’ll come.”

A smile breaks out on her face and the two of you continue your conversation. 

Although you can’t seem to get a clear answer from her about what she’ll be doing for the rest of the week, which is weird.

You do your best to not focus on it and by the time your championship game comes around you’ve forgotten all about her squirrelly behavior.

Then when the final whistle blows, you’re too caught up in your exhaustion and excitement to even remember anything that happened before the game started.

When the whistle blows, you drop to the ground not having the energy to celebrate winning the game and becoming a champion.

You aren’t sure how long you lay there before your teammates come and dogpile on top of you screaming about your performance.

You then find yourself being hauled to your feet by your scrumhalf, Jane, who immediately pulls you into a hug that takes you off your feet.

The smiles don’t leave any of your faces as you shake your opponents' hands. They don't leave when you get the medals put around your necks or when you raise the trophy or when you approach the crowd that hasn’t stopped screaming since the first whistle.

It’s then that you notice a head of blonde hair and bright blue eyes that you would recognize anywhere.

Rushing to the crowd, you climb the barrier meant to keep fans off the pitch, ignoring the shouts of security, and sprint to the person you’ve been looking forward to seeing for weeks.

Pulling her into a hug, you speak directly into her ear, “You said that you wouldn’t be able to make it.”

“I lied, you played great today, baby. Three tries, congrats champ.”

Your cheeks heat slightly at her praise, so instead of responding, you press a kiss to the top of her head, content to just stand there holding her.

Eventually, she pushes you away, sending you back to celebrate with your team.

“We’ll be switching places at the end of next month,” you tell her before walking away.

And you’re right because, on the last day of July, you’re standing in a sold-out Wembley watching as your girlfriend (recent development) and her idiot friends jump around singing Sweet Caroline.

She eventually makes her way over to where you're sitting with her family in the crowd, climbing to the barrier to get a hug.

“I’m proud of you,” you say directly in her ear, not caring about the number of cameras on you. In your mind, if she cared she wouldn’t have leapt into your arms the way she did, so you continue with your praise of her performance, “You played amazing all tournament, Less.”

“Thank you.”

She pulls away and you can see the cogs turning in her mind, her eyes repeatedly flickering to your lips before she surges forward to kiss you.

You both end up smiling into it as the cheers of the crowd around you get louder at the sight.

Pulling back, you smile at her some more before sending her back to the field to continue celebrating with her team.

Pulling your phone out you send her a text that you know she won’t see until much later tonight.

It reads: I can see the headlines now, England’s Superb Lioness and Their Speedy Owl, An Unexpected Power Couple?

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Approval | Steve Harrington x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.3k

warnings: reader feels insecure about the way she looks, Steve’s parents make comments pertaining to readers weight, reader sorta loses her appetite because of it, ?

summary: Steve’s parents don’t approve of you

“Baby? Are you almost ready?” He asked and you took a deep breath. You sighed and said “I’ll be out in a second” You we’re going to meet Steve’s parents today, and to say you were nervous was an understatement.

You knew how his parents were, he’d told you some heartbreaking stories in the last year you’d been together. You’d also heard Nancy was the only girl they ever approved of. 3 other girls Steve had dated in highschool came to you and told you to stay away from him because his parents would never allow it anyways. Of course, when you asked Nancy, “they’re totally accepting”.

“Alright, honey. Try to be quick, we gotta leave in 10 if we wanna be there for in time to have a few minutes to freak out in the car” he said and you chuckled a little. You looked in the mirror, fixing your hair into place and looked at your outfit again.

You were nervous, you didn’t exactly come from money and you couldn’t afford college, and you were a waitress. You also didn’t exactly look like Steve’s other girlfriends, all skinny and smooth skin and long healthy hair. You knew they wouldn’t approve of you and you even contemplated leaving Steve just to save yourself from the pain.

“Oh my goodness, gorgeous girl, look at you,” he said with a big smile on his face as you walked into the living room. You smiled a little and kissed him softly. You started heading to Steve’s parents house, Steve noticed your leg shaking the whole time and placed his hand on your thigh, so you switched to bouncing the other leg.

He sighed and said “honey, you gotta relax. Please…” “I just…I'm nervous, that’s all. I have every reason to be nervous” you said and he looked back at the road. He caressed your thigh and said “well, if it makes you feel any better, I want you to know I don’t care what they think about you. I love you, y/n. I will always love you, no matter what they think of you”

You nodded and he grabbed your hand and kissed it softly. When you arrived, you felt even worse. The house was massive, and their cars looked like they just came off the lot. You were extremely out of place, and it wasn’t helping your rapid heartbeat.

You held Steve’s hand tight and right before he pressed the doorbell he stopped. He let go of your hand and cupped your cheeks forcing you to look at him. “Babe…it’s okay. You’re gonna be okay. No matter what, I’m always going to love you” he said and you nodded.

He kissed you softly and then wrapped an arm around your waist before pressing the doorbell. They opened the door and you could already tell they didn’t like you. They seemed surprised, and not in a good way.

You were very quiet, not wanting to talk much and you sort of curled into Steve despite your attempts to seem respectful or whatever they deem to be respectful. They offered you food but you declined, just wanting this to be over as soon as possible.

“Babe…you’ve got to eat something, please?” Steve said and you sighed. You looked up at him and said “I just want to go home” He sighed softly, he noticed his mother giving you looks and his father doing the same as well.

He kissed your head and said “soon, I promise” You nodded and fiddled with your bracelet. Steve got up to help his mom make plates and you could hear the three of them talking.

“Son, I’m sure she’s great but…there’s better out there for you. Why can’t you just get back together with Nancy? She was such a lovely girl,” his father said and tears instantly filled your eyes. You heard Steve scoff before his mother said “your father is right. Not to mention, it’s good she isn’t eating it would help her to skip a few meals. She’s not very pretty, Steve. Do you really want to have kids with her one day?”

You left before you could hear Steve’s response which was, “don’t you dare say that about her! The only reason you look the way you do is because you bought your waist so don’t you dare criticize y/n. She’s gorgeous the way she is, god forbid I be able to grab her without crushing a bone. I don’t even know why I brought her here, I knew all you were going to do is judge her. You two are insufferable, god damn it. Until you apologize to y/n, I’m not speaking to either of you again”

By the time he left he assumed you got a cab because you weren’t by the car. He felt so bad for you, he knew how they were and still brought you to meet them. It felt like his fault, like he caused this.

When he got home he could hear you crying softly as he passed the bathroom, and his chest hurt at the sound. He knocked on the door and slowly opened it, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head.

You groaned and wiggled out of his grip, letting out a sharp breath as you continued wiping your makeup off. “Baby…” he said, lip trembling as he wished he could touch you and hold you but he didn’t want to upset you more.

“No…no Steve, they’re right. There are so many better girls out there, and you really should be with someone like Nancy. She- she's smart, and she’s rich, and she has a really good life ahead of her and I…I’m just me. Nancy is better for you,” you said, more tears flowing down your cheeks as you walked to the bedroom, Steve stopping you part of the way and holding your face.

“Stop it. Stop saying things like that. I don’t want Nancy, I don’t want whoever the hell is you think there is for me, I want you, y/n. Please don’t listen to them. They don’t know how amazing you are, y/n, they don’t know how happy you make me. They don’t know all the things you’ve done for me. They don’t know that I’m the happiest I’ve ever been for as long as I can remember, all because of you” he said and you whimpered.

You looked so worried, so broken. You sniffled and said “I just don’t get it…” “get what, honey?” He asked and you sighed. You bit your lip and said “you can have any girl in Hawkins and you choose me?” “Yes, yes I do. And I’d choose you 10 billion times before I chose anyone else” he said and you shook your head.

You slowly rested your head on his chest, small sobs racking your body. You hated all of this. You hated sobbing into Steve’s nice shirt, you hated the looks his parents gave you, you hated yourself, you just couldn’t stand to be experiencing this anymore.

“I love you, y/n. I love you so so so much. You have no idea how much I love you. I can’t handle it sometimes” he said and you sniffled, whimpering. He shushed you softly and rubbed your back, calming you down a little.

“I love you too, Steve” you said softly, a little muffled by your face being buried into his shirt. He smiled and wrapped his arms around you tight, burying his face in your hair. You smiled a little, he knew sometimes when you were anxious or stressed a good bear hug helped provide some relief.

“It’s all gonna be okay, babe. Promise. Nothing is gonna come between us, especially not my parents stupid opinion of you” he said and you looked up, eyes still wet but without a constant flow of tears now. He wiped your cheeks dry and you smiled a little. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips and said “come on…let’s watch Killer Klowns from Outerspace and figure out which ones look the most like my parents” You giggled and he smiled, glad he was able to make you laugh again.

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Oh my EFF, where DO I START. Moonlight Chicken, episode 7 thoughts and impressions. But first, a question for the family:

Did any of you notice the filming style slightly change during the condo/living room scene with Jim and Wen (after Jim put on the chicken shirt), and the second scene with Jam and Li Ming, when they’re eating the ginger stir-fry? In both scenes, I noticed that the camera pans were a bit more fast/jerky between characters, and that Jim and Jam (#jimjam) were filmed from the chest up. I wish I knew more about cinematography, but it seemed to me that the other shots throughout the show were wider and taller. I don’t know if this means anything to anyone, but if it does, I would love to hear thoughts on it. I feel like the shooting style gave those scenes some kind of different old-school flavor. 

1) JUST GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH WHY IS THIS SHOW SO GOOD. Sorry for the yelling, but now I know, I KNOW, full-bodied, there is no way one post is enough for each of these episodes, so just expect a whole freaking unspooling over the weekend. ANYWAY. I’ll try to organize the quick thoughts first, then the deep thoughts.

2) Just get First and Khao together again already! They can’t help their chemistry to be ridiculously great. AND HOW GOOD IS FIRST. HOW GOOD IS HE. Just knowing when to fume just slightly, when to pull back for the sake of a scene. AND HOW GOOD IS KHAOTUNG. God. His crying! It took me OUT. Tears over here, streaming tears.

3) Speaking of hearts aching, I cried not only during the funeral scene because of Khao, but because I love this now-repeating motif that Aof uses of bringing a song that’s sung in the show as music for the background of the show, à la Bad Buddy. To think of every step of art to weave into a drama to keep you fully connected -- it’s really beautiful to me.

4) Mark/Leng with his UCLA jacket, what up, Cali, cute cute. (By the way, I’m missing View/Praew. She was incredible in 10 Years Ticket, and I think she could have lent her brilliance to MC. I’m going to add The Shipper to my list for First/Ohm/View.)

5) The continued motif of showing the cast participating in time-honored spiritual rituals. As sad as it sounds, I love funeral scenes and the way a temple brings together a community. Even Wen working at the temple -- it’s very real (at least at the Indian/Asian funerals I saw as a kid) to basically have a lot of the funeral feel like a community get-together.

6) Heart joining Li Ming to hand out drinks at the temple just messed me up. It messed me up good. When the young adults automatically help out at events without being told by their parents. It means a lot in Asian societies. 

7) Deeper thoughts. @wen-kexing-apologist hit on this in their BEAUTIFUL POST about the show being centered on parent-child relationships. There’s a lot here in this episode, I may not get to it all. 

Here’s how I’d break it down (and this post by @justafriend-ql covers so much so well):

a) Jam comes back after years of not seeing Li Ming b) Li Ming is OBLIGATED, by UNSPOKEN CULTURAL RULES, to continue to respect her as a parent c) Li Ming, clearly, wants fucking none of it d) Li Ming/Fourth EMANATES distaste for what he’s dealing with  e) Li Ming STILL has to control himself around his mom who moved him aside to live her life f) He has to ALSO DEAL with his uncle, who (yes, hypocritically) (but also hypothetically) asks him why he’s gay g) So Li Ming has to also deal with his uncle’s internalized homophobia and old-fashioned views on gays in society, which may very well arise in part from his upbringing in rural Isaan h) Jim has to also deal with his sister’s guilt over not having been a mom, and her trying to sort of half-heartedly show up (until the last scene with them, which I think was meant as a symbol that there might be healing happening among the three), and i) Jim beginning to see Li Ming for the adult that he is becoming.

@justafriend-ql covered in their two posts about Li Ming the sheer SIMMERING, the shimmering ANGER that Fourth portrayed, and I felt @wen-kexing-apologist​’s  pain in my bones when I watched those scenes.

So much of what I am loving about Aof’s work as I enjoy my ride through his oeuvre is this family dissection -- the microscopic examination of the painful aftereffects of holistic filial piety (COUGH Bad Buddy) -- and I can never say enough how important his family art work is to Asian audiences. When I see these scenes of young adults holding themselves back with every iota of their energy to not JUMP KICK their parents when they’re acting stupid -- man, I feel that so hard. 

Jam coming back and asking for Li Ming is just lame, and we all know it, and Li Ming knows it. And yet, he is BOUND by CULTURAL PRACTICE -- cultural rules that even JIM REFERENCES -- to need to hold back and respect his mother, because that’s what Thai cultural boundaries demand. So I agree with @justafriend-ql that what Fourth radiated was beyond brilliant. As a viewer, I really want to see Li Ming’s gates open and to see him rage, because my inner child wants to rage right along with him.

But that night scene with Jim and Li Ming, man. 

I think this bit of this scene is what ended up helping Jim to relax, and to see Li Ming as an adult. 

I am loving how Jim is written. The constant, CONSTANT pull between old values and new. This scene so beautifully depicted Jim in that balancing struggle. 

Li Ming is just pulling Jim along to the light of the future, as children/young adults do. Li Ming NEEDS his uncle to see HIMSELF (Jim) in Li Ming. And I think that’s what’s happening, in part, in this scene. Jim sees that Li Ming CAN understand how complicated the world is around him. Jim SEES that Li Ming is a CRITICAL THINKER.

Jim has been a solo parent for so long. He’s worried about his kid. They’re poor. His kid’s gay. Jim’s worried about his kid being poor and gay. Jim expresses it, at first, in an old-fashioned, shouting, angry way. Jim accidentally outs Li Ming to Jam.

And then. The two guys -- the guys -- sit with each other, rest and wash in the process of mourning an important member in the community. Jim tries to hear Li Ming at Li Ming’s level. And Jim finds that he can hear. 

And maybe, even, Jim is beginning to learn that he can transcend those old-fashioned values -- those UNSPOKEN CULTURAL RULES that still bind much of Li Ming’s behavior towards his mother -- to be a model for Li Ming, AND TO HIMSELF, to live a hopefully more fulfilling life. (I think that might be what’s happening, in part, with the cancellation of the diner’s lease at the end of the episode -- but the preview for the finale has me wondering if I’m right.)

8) I don’t know how much I have left, but I took these screenshots to also talk about Jim’s internalized homophobia. I think I’ve covered it already in my Li Ming analysis, but come AWN, just look at this SASS BUCKET OVER HERE:

I took these to confirm that Jim was ��just being a dad” (ugh) in the moment of him yelling at Li Ming, but I think Jim redeemed himself with that night chat with Li Ming. So I’m just gonna leave these screenshots here BECAUSE COULD WEN/MIX BE ANY MORE SASSY?

I’m already missing these guys. I need Our Skyy 2 REALLY SOON. 

I’m gonna need a lot of sleep tonight to manage tomorrow.

#moonlight chicken #moonlight chicken meta #earthmix #firstkhao #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #fourth nattawat #gemini norawit #jim x wen #wen x jim #alan x gaipa #gaipa x alan #these tags already existed i have nothing to do with creating them

[armoricaroyalty]

call your girlfriend | kelly’s playlist | armoricaroyalty

I’ve been working on-and-off on this playlist since september 2021. I’m very satisfied with the finished playlist, and I hope you enjoy it, too!

track list w/ selected lyrics and a bit of character analysis/synthesis under the cut!

The songs with bolded titles were foundational, both to the playlist and my understanding of Kelly’s character. The bolded lyrics are especially significant to my understanding of her character.

1. So Hot You’re Hurting My Feelings - Caroline Polachek

i get a little lonely get a little more close to me you’re the only one who knows me, babe

2. When Am I Gonna Lose You? - Local Natives

everything has its place now we’ll lie in our bed wondering how to explain

3. Girl of the Year - Allie X

There's a hollow inside you But, don't worry I'm here (I'm here) I don't care if you're looking for the next girl of the year

4. All This Could Be Yours - Cold War Kids

you would rather crash than go straight ahead

5. Trap Door - Stars

he told me he was young, I said ‘well what is that good for?’ nobody stays that way, day after day

6. Call Your Girlfriend - Robyn

call your girlfriend it’s time you had the talk give your reasons say it’s not her fault

7. Too Much - Carly Rae Jepsen

it’s hard to get to know me are you down, down?

8. Black Sheep - Kailee Morgue

everyone pulls away from you

9. Fast Slow Disco - St. Vincent

slip my hand from your hand leave you dancing with a ghost

10. It’s a Trip! - Joywave

when you’ve gotten what you want maybe I should start over there’s nothing left to want

11. Powder Blue/Cascine Park - Yumi Zouma

another summer in your eyes another mind made up nothing ever made you mine

12. Fresh Laundry - Allie X

these days, no one’s bothering me ‘bout nothing

13. Dancing in the Dark - Lucy Dacus

Man, I'm just tired and bored with myself Hey there, baby, I could use just a little help

Kelly surprised me. She was meant to be a one-off character, never to be seen again after kicking Freddy out of her apartment and leaking his nudes. She was supposed to be a one-note social climber, as opportunistic as Freddy was shallow. From a feminist standpoint, though, I didn’t really like having a one-note gold-digger in my story. I felt like she deserved better, so I started putting a playlist together to explore some different concepts for her character. I hit on Girl of the Year and Too Much right away, and those ended up being the songs that were instrumental (heheh) who she became in my story.

Instead of a gold-digger aggressively pushing to meet the royal family, shack up with a prince, and become a duchess, Kelly ended up being a person who is reflective, troubled, and very lonely. Girl of the Year was written about the relationship between musical artists and recording executives, but I was intrigued by the idea of a woman bringing that same attitude toward a wealthy/influential boyfriend. What would it be like to date someone knowing that you’re disposable, knowing that they might move on at any moment, knowing that the best-case scenario is coming in second place to that man’s future wife?

Kelly is a bit ambivalent about the power/money/influence gap between herself and Freddy. She isn’t a gold-digger, but she can’t help but wonder what she might be able to get out of him. I think Kelly is caught in a really difficult place of liking Freddy while understanding deep-down that the relationship doesn’t have much of a future. Her decision to remain in that relationship under those circumstances reflects both low self-worth (she doesn’t think she deserves better) and a bit of a mercenary outlook (if the relationship is doomed anyway...why not try to eke some money or notoriety out of it?).

As I’ve worked to put this post together, I was struck by how isolated Kelly is. She alludes to other people in her life (therapist, family, roommates) but we never see them. They aren’t even named. She shows up/is referenced at least nine times before we see her with anyone but Freddy, and there’s no transcribed dialogue in that post. She doesn’t actually speak to anyone until this conversation with Jacques, and they don’t have a meaningful conversation until a few pages later.

Despite her scattered references to family, roommates, and her therapist (no references to friends, notably) Freddy seems to be the only person in her life with whom she has any kind of emotional connection. And even though he was making efforts to ‘bring her into his world,’ he’s making out with someone else less than two hours after she breaks things off with him for the last time. Between their first and last appearances together, the two have switched places: he’s pushing her to take the next step in their relationship and she’s pulling back. In Kelly’s mind, Freddy was never serious about her, but he just hadn’t realized it yet.

Another thing that jumped out to me rereading Kelly’s posts is the fact that she seems to have 0 positive relationships with other women. I haven’t fleshed out her backstory, but I feel like Kelly is still recovering from a Not Like Other Girls phase and feels very alienated from womanhood in general. The first time we ever see her in the same physical space with another woman is here, more than a year after she was first introduced as a character. Notably, she and Emily don’t actually speak to one another in that scene, and Emily is unwilling to intervene when Jacques is extremely fucking shady about following a seemingly-drunk woman into a bathroom. Kelly’s first actual conversation with another woman is...this attempt to buy a bus ticket.

I think Kelly’s most important female relationship is actually the relationship she doesn’t have with Vivi. Although they never interact directly, they’re connected through that paparazzi picture and Vivi’s belief that Jacques is is the father of Kelly’s child. In this way, they’re foils for one another despite the fact they never meet. Kelly  explicitly names the tabloid abuse Vivi as one factor in their break-up. Kelly and Vivi are both royal outsiders and are thus extremely vulnerable to cultural misogyny. They’re very different women, but from an instrumental standpoint, I think their differences in outlook/opinion is due to the differences in their support networks. Vivi has good relationships with her family, especially her older sibling. Even though Vivi is in the process of being absorbed into the royal apparatus, she still has her family to lean on. Kelly doesn’t have those resources. If she married into the royal family, she’d be alone within that structure, and she knows it.

I really like Kelly. She's messy and deeply flawed, but she’s not the one-note villain I intended her to be. She’s probably my favorite among the secondary characters, and I’m going to miss her!

#armorica extras #character: kelly farrier #music #listen this post got SO LONG but I wanted to expand on some of the lyrical choices #and include a 'cut songs' section lmao #i may still do this because i've been getting real deep into self-indulgence lately lmao

[meikuree]

4, 10, 30, 37, and 45 for the writers' questions!

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

answered!

10. How do you decide what to write?

I used to reliably write one fic per month, and that was decided by whatever idea nugget had captivated my brain most recently.

ever since I’ve broken into the landscape of ao3 exchanges, it’s decided by recent exchanges I might’ve signed up for or exquisite requests that have caught my eye.

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

glib answer: fluff is out of my comfort zone. anything calling for an unqualified uncomplicated happy ending… leads to me gnashing the end of an imaginary pencil going “but why is this so hard???” there’s no honour with fluff and no lessons learned, I just bounce at the earliest opportunity back to gestating dark wretched bonbons.

realistic answer: m/m. I used to have a disease called “I can only write fic from women or non-binary people or men of colour’s povs” (I don’t relate to people who think writing women is revulsively political because MEN who are the default in their societies fill that role for me instead and women are my comfort zone) and m/m was a huge leap… but it’ll get easier with practice, is what I tell myself! it has gotten easier.

37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?

I don’t think it’s underrated when you put the fandom into context, but I’m going to discuss the lightness of a foreign sky a second time [drumroll], specifically epigraphs/poetry, because I like the choice of poem I picked and more broadly the poet I looked up:

while looking for epigraphs/poems to crib titles from I rediscovered Alfian sa’at’s poetry. The Merlion, which the fic title is paraphrased from, is a nice wry ode to the diffusion of identity and rootlessness that doesn't side with the subject of that (privileged) rootlessness, exactly, but does do a nod to loss from the unsaid weathering of their sense of self. all of which I thought was somewhat fitting considering the OG book's subject matter, and so decided to put into conversation with it through my fic.

that aside, it's just a poem that manages to be irreverent and thoughtfully witty (the contemporary Chernobyl reference!) while staying lyrical:

"I wish it had paws," you said, "It's quite grotesque the way it is, you know, limbless; can you imagine it writhing in the water, like some post-Chernobyl nightmare? I mean, how does it move? Like a torpedo? Or does it shoulder itself against the currents, gnashing with frustration, its furious mane bleached the colour of a drowned sun? [...] What a riddle, this lesser brother of the Sphinx. What sibling polarity, how its sister's lips are sealed with self-knowledge and how its own jaws clamp open in self-doubt, still surprised after all these years."

the common online consensus among singaporeans (that I've observed, anyway) is that Crazy Rich Asians has gotten mixed receptions given its wild embellishments and setting inaccuracies (wrt the everyday lives of most of the singaporean populace, lol, not counting expat enclaves) -- and i think something like Alfian Sa'at's Void Deck is a great antidote to CRA's fictive luxury:

And old folks sit like sages To deploy chess pieces with ancient strategies. In a corner, a caged bird bursts With the song of its master's pride And wrinkled women breathe, through Tai-chi-tuned windpipes, the operatic melody of the air… All a wanton fantasy. Eyes reveal a meeting-point For loners and loiterers: A sense of things reduced- Conversations that trickle through Brief noddings at lift landings, Teenage rhetoric scrawled, in liquid paper, On the stone-table chessboard, (Where the king used to sit) The grandiose house-selling dreams of residents Compacted in anonymous letterboxes;

so: if I like something about this fic, I hope it's some sort of groundedness in... emotion, setting texture, and all that jazz.

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

answered—but I like to think (hope) that I’m better at writing lines that feel like an emotional gut punch or sharp insight, and including them in every other paragraph in fic so that the reader feels either like they’ve been walloped or sanctified (or left thinking "wtf? I'm never going to trust this person again") by the end.

(fic writer asks)

#thank you for the ask! <33 #meikuree answers #long post #black water sister #zen cho

[violintrees]

Mysterious Mysteries Season 8 Episode 3 LIVE!

[BROADCAST START]

Closed Captions (English):

Hey Everyone! Welcome back to Mysterious Mysteries season 8 with your host Dib Membrane. One of the viewers last week very rudely asked me to stop using the shows name since it messes up the pooptube results for the original show and I probably don’t have the copyright…

well jokes on you! The company that had the copyright dissolved 15 years ago so it’s public domain.. I think, SO anyways! This week we are exploring an abandoned hospital in central Detroit. Despite the massive gentrification *cough* I mean urban renewal of this area, people have been reluctant to demolish this building due to superstitions of it being haunted. Which is why I am here to investigate it today.

*Horror movie music. Crash of thunder. Dib starts carrying the camera up the stairs of the service entrance.*

Some of you have asked in the comments if I have anything better to do with my time. The answer is NO. Well I could be doing my job but this is important detective work anyway! Let’s enter the premises.

*Dib slams his shoulder into the door and it bursts open. He quickly makes his way through the building and quickly pans the camera at everything.*

Now we are quite deep and the west wing is supposed to be the most haunted part so-

*BEEP on EM box rings out*

Woah.. maybe something is actually in here!

*Shakey cam of running increases*

Something in here is emitting a strange electromagnetic field. And look! The chair has recently been moved but I hadnt seen any signs of entry around the perimeter when I scouted earlier. This is it!

*Sign reading MORGUE*

Hmmm perhaps a ghost that met their untimely death here? Or who caused the deaths of many?

*Light glows for a second on the other side. Dib kicks the door open*

SHOW YOURSELF GHOST! huh?

*An Irkdroid stands wide eyed in the center of the morgue*

What the fuck are you?

My name is Zim, I am the android sent by Cyberlife. I tried to find you at the police station, but you were not at your post. *Dib pans the camera around to look at his confused wtf expression* Officer Zita mentioned you might be out ghost hunting again. I looked for the most likely place to find a ghost and found your here, or most likely by human standards. I know there is no such thing as ghosts cause I am the most intelligent-

What?

I was getting to that. The most intelligent incredible model of android cyberlife has ever-

Excuse me, but why the fuck are you here??

Cause you are here and I sadly need you to go to this homicide that was just reported.

…No.

..What do you mean no?

I mean I don’t need any assistance. So how about you.. yknow, leave.

No.

..What?

I said no. You are going to accompany Zim so I can accomplish my mission.

Well it seems we are at a stand still then huh? I want to find evidence of a ghost here and you want to make me leave with your annoying voice.

Oh you find it annoying? IT IS SPECIFICALLY DESIGNED TO BE ATTENTION GRABBING. THEN I SUPPOSE I SHALL JUST KEEP ON GOING UNTIL-

FINE. Fine just give me like 10 minutes okay? I just need to check the trace detectors I left and.. oh fuck is this thing still recording? Oh! Wow that’s more viewers than normal

..okay stay close asshole and don’t get possessed by a ghost or anything. We are back on the hunt everyone!!

I’m sure I won’t.

*Two sets of footsteps click against the tile of the main hall*

Ugh. None of my equipment is working cause you are causing interference.

Glad to know lieutenant Membrane.

Oh gross. Don’t call me that. Stick to Dib please.

Okay.. Dib-stink.

Ughhhh why stink?

Cause you do.

Oh be quiet we are almost there.

*The lights flicker above the ICU before flickering off and the camera turns to night vision before a sounds footsteps from many directions and a scream from Zim*

HUMAN HELP ZIMMMMM!!

HUH!? This doesn’t make- ZIM!?

*An scratchy horse voice plays from somewhere in the room as Dib rapidly swings the camera around.*

HUMAN. YOU DABBLE IN THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. LIKE AN IDIOT. YOU SHOULD GIVE UP AND RETURN TO YOUR NORMAL LIFE WHILE YOU STILL CAN.

I WONT YOU MONSTER! YOU THINK IM SCARED!? YOUR VOICE IS ECHOING OFF THE WALLS AND YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ANY TRACES MEANING YOU DON'T HAVE A PHYSICAL FORM. WHATEVER IS KEEPING YOU HERE AND SCARING PEOPLE I WILL HELP STOP CAUSE I AM DIB MEMBRANE, PARANORMAL INVESTI-

Okay this is boring now.

*The lights turn back on and Zim comes around a corner with a much lower volume version of the ghost voice that turns back to his normal voice*

Can we go now? Zim is already 32.5 minutes late aND- UNHAND ME!

*The camera clunks to the ground and barely in view is Dib pinning Zim against the wall*

DIDN'T REALIZE THEY LEARNED HOW TO PROGRAM ASSHOLES. YOU REALLY LIKE PUSHING MY BUTTONS HUH?

Yes I kind of do like this actually.

WELL WHATS STOPPING ME FROM CRUSHING YOU AND LEAVING YOU HERE TO ROT?

Your sense of morals and your wallet. I’ll have you know I am worth a small fortune and the company also might sue you for-

FUCKING, FUCK! Fine fine.

*Dib let’s him go and walks over to the camera*

Let’s just get headed to this investigation you mentioned.

[BROADCAST END]

#invader zim #iz fanart #iz au #iz dbh au #dbh au #iz #zade #They are such jerks to each other at the start #but they warm up over time #I kinda want to continue making things in chronological order #but alsooooo maybe not #hospital tw #ghosts #ask to tag #vt aus #vt art #vt writing #sorry this is a little lazy #I do want to put the pieces into an ao3 story at somepoint #if that’s more your speed #but you are at this point in the tags sooo #hi!

[sspaz1000]

Ten Lines

I was tagged by @blackandwhiteandrose @lizzie-bennetdarcy @mammameesh

Rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the midpoint, pick a line (or three), and share it! Then tag other people.

Wow, y’all are out there making me step out of my comfort zone and promoting my work!

1) Last posted work in my drabble series:  Wedding

 Later that night, David whispered to Patrick, “Thank you.”

2) My first SC fic: There’s a First Time for Everything

David pulled away slightly, “Would you believe this is the first New Year’s I’ll be sober and not strung out?”

Patrick turned and looked at him with those soft eyes. “Oh, David.” He wrapped his arms around him a little tighter. “What did you do the first couple years here?”

“Got drunk and high with Stevie.”

“Right, her 12 bottles of wine, 1 day thing. So it’s not just for Christmas?”

David nodded. “That is correct.” David moved away, towards his overnight bag.

3)  Second ever fic, The Twelve Days Before Christmas plus 2 bonus days

David pulls the chairs out and they sit talking about their day, agreeing Stevie had the worst of them. None of them want to imagine Roland in weird positions on the roof.

They sit and drink and laugh, reminiscing about the last time they did this.

Patrick smiles, “It was when David called me his boyfriend.”

Stevie looks at David and says, “So, do you still excel as a solo artist like Beyoncé, or has that changed?”

David glares at her. “Both. Definitely both.”

4) My pandemic Holiday fic: All I want for Christmas (is Quarantine to End)

“The numbers guy wouldn’t lie to you. I’ve done some renegotiating on things so we could expand our shipping budget, but I’m pretty sure by the end of the year with the holidays coming up we will see a profit.”

David takes a deep breath and tries not to let the tears fall, but they start coming anyway. Patrick soothes him, “It’s okay. I know why you are afraid.” The store is going to be okay and we will get through this. You are not a failure if anything happens. We are not failures.”

5) My Different first meeting AU: Yukon Strike My Heart Ablaze

And are you sure you didn’t accidentally match with Ray?” David smirks and starts to unpack some more candles.

“Mmm. Do I though? I’m pretty sure you’re having me and Stevie help here a lot. And ew, David, don’t ever joke about matching with Ray.”

“Ugh. Whatever. Grab that box of lotions for me.”

6)  Missing scene fic from Friends and Family: I will help you out, if you let me

Patrick notices a smile across David’s face as he embraces David. He can’t help, but feel David’s strong and sturdy chest against his own. The smell of his woodsy cologne with a hint of vanilla.

Hmm, I’ve never thought about that before.

Patrick leans into all these thoughts crowding his mind when the hug goes for a beat too long, but Patrick did not want to break contact with David’s warm body. The lights flicker.

Fuck!

7)  My Kink fic: You Just Wanna Feel What Can’t be Known

David peers out of the closet, “Patience, Patrick.” He gives Patrick a once over. His face giving away the soft smirk, he reserves for Patrick. The way Patrick looks restrained on the bed. He will never not get used to seeing his husband laid out on their bed for him. To have fun with. David never knew sex could be fun and that you can laugh and its okay.

8) Not a fic but I did like the flyers I came up with in Canva for an Abestos Fest

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28869462

9)  My first Drabble: Volunteer

“This was not a part of my mood board.” David flips his hands.

10) Another drabble fic: Burst: Happy Edition

“I got the money. Now you can pay me.”

This was so hard especially since apparently now most of my SC fics are drabbles. 

#nicole is writing #meme answers

[lifblogs]

10 Fics

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Tagged by: @evilwriter37

Okay, so i have not written fics in a few months, but I'll share what I have posted on AO3, I suppose. Not tagging anyone though. Just not sure who to tag.

Under a read more because I can't keep things short.

Run Boy Run

He hears his voice again. He hears it every night, even during the day. It calls out to him, tugging at a heart that he has made his own, burning through him. Tonight is no different.

Castiel is hiding from the leviathans currently, taking a breather, as one might say. He’s deep in the bush, crouched low. He can hear them nearby, searching, hunting. He knows he’ll have to move on soon, to make his presence known.

To keep them away from Him. Away from Dean.

Cas, please, buddy, where are you? I just… I just need you here, okay? You and me—that’s how it’s supposed to be. 

Cas’ throat does an odd thing at this, tightening, and getting sore. There are pinpricks in his sinuses near his eyes, and his eyes feel wet.

Crying. This is what crying feels like.

2. And I Can't Have Him

Cas knows what he wants, and he knows he can’t have it. This time, not for the regular reason—that Dean doesn’t love him the way he does—but because Dean is standing (barely) in the doorway, leaning against the doorjamb, completely drunk. His eyes are bleary, and he can hardly hold himself up.

I don’t even know why I’m here. 

Why was he here? To talk to Dean? To kiss him? To…

Slowly, an idea begins coming to mind, but he can’t do it. No, of course he can’t do it. How could he? He can’t hurt Dean. He’s already hurt him enough. By being his usual useless self.

And yet—

“What?” Dean asks, voice all gruff, even that one word slightly slurred.

A good question. Cas doesn’t know.

3. Clouzon

Ezra was used to traveling by hyperspace now, so he wasn’t sure why his chest started to hurt when they jumped. (Or had it been hurting beforehand?) It was so sudden that he couldn’t ignore it, and let out an oomph! He rubbed at his chest, at the pain. Soon, it was thumping its way up his throat.

“Hey, Ezra, you okay?” Kanan asked from his seat in the cockpit.

4. The Long Night

Heavy rain rattled the window panes, and cold wind came in through the cracks in the small cabin. Sam was sick, and with a storm coming on, this was the best Dean had been able to do for shelter.

Now, with a small fire to tend to in the dusty and ash-covered fireplace, and Sam lying on a thin, smelly blanket on the floor, another one like that over him, Dean kept watch. His eyes would droop from time to time, but Sam moaning in his sleep always brought him back to the land of the living.

Lightning lit up the sky, light blasting through the windows.

It was soon followed by thunder that seemed to shake the very air around them, to shake the cabin.

Sam lay beneath the scratchy blanket, shivering. There was a sheen of sweat on his skin, and whenever Dean checked his forehead, he had a fever. In fact, he seemed to be getting hotter by the hour.

“Come on, just hang in there. As soon as this storm’s over we can get you some help.”

5. Pie's On Me

Dean was on the ground. For a second he was confused as to how he had gotten there. Then he remembered seeing the crowbar in the corner of his vision. His head wasn’t just pounding, it felt like it was splintering apart. The crowbar had gotten him right against the left side of his head, and he still felt like he was being hit by it. The pressure was burying into his skull, maybe into his brain, and it wouldn’t let up. The pain got worse and worse, till he was screaming.

He wasn’t too sure what else was happening. There were sounds outside of the agony he was in, and he thought maybe Sam was fighting off their adversary with the crowbar. God, he hoped Sam would be okay.

Blood ran hot through his hair, covering his ear, and dripping down onto his forehead. Soon it was getting into his eyebrow, and down into his eye.

Dean tried to blink it away, tried to brush it off with his hand. He couldn’t move much for some reason.

Minutes passed with Dean trying to count his breaths, trying to feel the ground against his body, to orient himself with something outside of his pain. But it was no use. He was panting, agonized voice breaking the cold air.

Hands were on him, and for a second Dean tried to fight off whoever was touching him, and nausea swelled through him.

6. The Devil in You

Sam had dumped his lunch into the trash (he’d waited till lunch was over and a nurse or occupational therapist wasn’t around so they would think he was eating), and was just bringing the empty tray back to the nurse’s station when one of the older men also in this unit with him grabbed his arm. Sam turned, expecting an attack, pulling himself out of his surprisingly strong grip, and held the dark red tray in front of him like it might be a shield.

Before he could say anything, the man, now wide-eyed, was pointing a finger at him.

Sure, maybe Sam could ignore him, go on with his day, try once more to find a way out of here, but for some reason, the way his dark eyes held him kept him captivated.

“You’ve got the Devil in you, boy.”

Sam opened his mouth and tried to say something, but nothing came out. He swallowed, and licked his suddenly-dry lips.

He thought maybe his heart had skipped a beat or two.

“Wh-what?”

“You’ve got the Devil in you,” he repeated.

Sam wanted to snap at him, maybe as an attempt to hold back the fear that lived in him constantly, the fear that was always ready to spring.

I did, but not anymore!

7. Glass Dolls

Sam didn’t know what game was being played anymore. There weren’t any buttons this time, but still, he’d been led to a room through the now too-familiar opening and closing of doors that he had to follow.

He had walked to this room with bare feet scraped raw from how they’d beat at the concrete floor the last time he’d been electrocuted. And he was cold, so cold. It reminded him too much of Lucifer, but it wasn’t Lucifer doing this. He still didn’t have any clue as to who had captured him and his family.

Worse yet, he still had no idea how to get out.

There was a single metal foldable chair in the room, no table this time. Grinding his teeth, clenching his already-aching jaw, he took a seat.

His stomach grumbled from hunger, but he ignored. Or at least, he tried to. He thought maybe over the past few days he’d been getting better at that.

Chest tight, struggling to take normal, steady breaths, Sam dug his thumb into the palm of his left hand. His hand ached from the repeated action, and he even had a scab from when he’d torn his scar open, trying desperately to prove to himself that this wasn’t real.

It was.

That’s when the screams started.

8. Running Out of Air

“While I’m here, I suppose I can… do more than touch your soul—which you did ask me to do so nicely.”

“No,” Sam breathed, pressed against the pillar, wishing it wasn’t there, that Lucifer wasn’t in front of him in his friend’s body, that he wasn’t so close they were touching, that he could run, and run, and run. Already his mind was conjuring up a million horrible things Lucifer could do—would do.

He had a hand on his chest, which heaved at the touch; the touch of his friend’s hand . It wasn’t his friend controlling it.

Oh, Cas, why? 

To save me. To save Dean. 

Yet he couldn’t hate him, because he knew; he knew what that was like, what it was to have someone in you, know you, control you.

Sam gripped the pillar as that hand caressed him.

“Please,” he gasped. “Don’t—don’t touch me.”

9. A Rude Awakening

A hard surface was beneath Dean. That was about all he was aware of. That and the soreness it put in the left side of his body. An ache was steadily growing along the side of his head and to his temple. Still, tired, he kept his eyes closed, deciding to keep trying to sleep through the pain.

A vague thought passed through his mind, wondering why there was pain, but Dean dozed.

Yet as he slept he was aware of the hard surface against him, and slowly, the smell of dirt and old blood was becoming known to him. Dust tickled at his nose.

10. On the Slopes of Aneine

The battle against Infernua on the slopes of Aneine where Arven had once so long ago won independence from the Taivens had been going poorly. Infernuan troops that had been besieging Taivas had marched to the slopes, and Arven met them, trying to help their tentative allies, if only because of the shared enemy. The Taiven infantrymen were caught on the northern part of the slopes, surrounded, and Arven faced the thousand cavalry alone to the southeast. Having to fight their way uphill had them slowing, and then losing ground.

If only Dean were here, Sam thought, but his brother was leading an insurgent group against the Infernuans with the Taiven prince, Castiel.

Sam did his best to pull his men together, to rally them, but their tired horses were having to slog through muddied ground that was a dark crimson-brown, and over the bodies of their own men. The Infernuans, led from the back by Crowley, had regrouped, and the line charged.

Sam dug his heels into his horse’s flank, sword raised, and met them in a gallop.

Time slowed, even as it seemed to speed up. He faced his enemies, and felled as many as he could.

But then he saw one of the Infernuan leaders, Ruby, and she had a spear. Somehow Sam knew exactly what was going to happen, and adrenaline made his moves sloppy. Despite his trists with her, this was a battlefield, and they weren’t sparing any blows.

She charged him, and he tried to use his shield to block the attack from her spear, but she knocked his weak attempt aside, clearly focused, and using her superior strength. The spear dug right into his side as she passed, finding a chink between the metal plates of his armor, the force breaking through his mail.

Pressure buried into his right side and came out through his back. He went flying backwards off his horse, and lost his breath as he hit the ground on his back.

#tag game #fanficiton #whump

[progeny-ex-machina]

So about six months ago I posted the following:

I have this whole meta ramble struggling to be put into words about why the Hull Breach ending of Don’t Escape 3 is better than the Lost in Space ending even if the game doesn’t seem to think so, and one of these days I’ll squeeze it out into something coherent and post it.

And now I’m gonna try and do that. Spoilers for 3 (above the cut) and 4 (below the cut) as well as the Deep Sleep Trilogy and one of scriptwelder’s standalone games, Primal Sands. (Hi there @alfamangle, if you’re still around!)

The initial reasoning I had, before the fourth game came out at all, was “isn’t it better if people know what happened? I just personally don’t like the thought of nobody ever knowing the truth. And what harm could come of it as long as the crystal is destroyed anyway?” So it was a personal preference at first. Then TV Tropes updated the page on the series to say: “once you play the fourth game, it becomes apparent why making sure the entire ship is destroyed and the rescue ship never finds out the truth is preferable.” This made me curious enough to get around to playing the fourth game even though I had to dig up my ancient Steam account that I didn’t remember the password to. But when I finally got around to playing not only that, but the Deep Sleep games as well, and I watched a video analyzing the connections between the games, I found my opinion had stayed the same.

Spoilers for stuff now.

The reason I think some people believe it’s better that the UEFS Warsaw never found out the truth about the Horizon is that when they do, Sidereal Plexus, the multiversal mega-corp that caused the apocalypse in Don’t Escape 4, gets their hands on the remains of the spaceship and the story of the crystals. The whole fourth game happens because it’s heavily implied Sidereal Plexus was trying to get more of those crystals. However, we find out soon that Sidereal Plexus has access to information from infinite alternate universes (via the Realm of Dreams and...apparently a fair amount of scientists with photographic memories, since only thoughts and memories can be transferred, and who can somehow direct themselves to the right universe at will while asleep, all without getting eaten by Shadow People...but that’s a tangle of confusion I prefer to ignore). So let’s say this one ship in this one universe got blown up with no record of why. What’s the probability that Sidereal won’t know about the crystals’ existence anyway?

That ridiculously low probability becomes zero when you factor in the evidence from the other games showing that they do in fact know about the crystals with or without the UEFS Horizon’s remains.

The Deep Sleep games definitively take place before Don’t Escape 4, because of the factor that most blatantly ties them together: Cody. The player in Deeper Sleep returns a plushie tiger to a bed labeled “Cody” in the dream world, and at the end of the game, a news clipping is shown about a boy who woke up from a coma and claimed that his plushie tiger had found him. Cody is one of the main characters in Don’t Escape 4, and his plushie tiger is mentioned several times (and actually shows up in the second playthrough if you let Cody fall from the roof the first time). It’s the same kid. There’s no question. And while it might not have happened in the same timeline, the fact remains that Cody is 9 in Deeper Sleep and 10 in Don’t Escape 4.

In the Deep Sleep games, strange blue crystals are used in the dream world as power sources. Hmm. Now, the question of how the crystals got from the waking world to the dream world in the first place is unanswerable at the moment, given what we know about multiversal travel in the games’ canon, but they’re definitely there. While it’s not explicitly confirmed these are the same crystals as the ones that ate you and killed your crew in Don’t Escape 3, the similarity is enough to make me think -- especially based on the knowledge of just how interconnected scriptwelder’s games all seem to be, even the little standalone games nobody talks about -- that there’s got to be a relation.

Another point I want to make is that the game Primal Sands is about the ship that the Horizon is sent to find in the first place: a mining ship that lost contact with whatever space agency is involved here (and it’s more likely than not that that agency is also one of Sidereal’s many branches of miscellaneous futuristic technology). I haven’t played Primal Sands myself, but apparently the object is to defend a ship on a planet somewhere so that it can take off with its cargo: the blue, shiny, secretly parasitic crystals its crew found there. Your crew in Don’t Escape 3 has found that missing ship and is analyzing the remains. If you don’t return, and nobody knows what happened to you, why wouldn’t they simply send out another ship to that area of space? Sidereal Plexus isn’t known for caution. The Earth you live on in Don’t Escape 4 is not the only one that’s had its moon blown to pieces in pursuit of this mysterious crystal that can apparently travel through dimensions alongside thought and consciousness (okay, I’ll leave that matter alone). How do we know this? The emails on the computer and other pages lying around the outpost suggest it, and the actual real-life website you can log into with the credentials given in-game confirms it.

So, letting the crystal-free remnants of the UEFS Horizon be taken to SP-1 isn’t what sparks the apocalypse. It just adds a little more information to their stores. (Potentially even the information that the crystals are dangerous and should be handled with more care, but the probability that they don’t already know that is also, unfortunately, too low to really consider. Otherwise, I would say something like, maybe the Warsaw finding out and reporting what happened to the Horizon led to the lunar drilling being canceled in the universe you wake up in at the end of the second playthrough of Don’t Escape 4. ...It still could be the case.)

In conclusion: the bad people already know the things they need to know to do the bad things, so it’s better if even more knowledge is around for maybe good people to find. And, y’know, in a world where Don’t Escape 3 exists in a vacuum and there aren’t other games to tie into it, allowing the rescue crew to know what happened makes it so that nobody’s left with an unsolved mystery that someone will otherwise inevitably get too curious about within the next 50 years and screw everything up again.

#don't escape #don't escape series #don't escape 3 #don't escape 4 #don't escape 4 days to survive #deep sleep #deep sleep trilogy #primal sands #scriptwelder #incoherent ramblings by me #i can provide links to some of this stuff if necessary

[october-lady]

I’ll make you beg for it, chapter 17

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Chapter rating: G

Word Count: 1745

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 || Chapter 15 | Chapter 16

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Note: Hello, friends! Sorry for the delay, I was going to post yesterday but then we got the keys to our forever house and that all took most of the day. Anyway, this is a short sort of a filler chapter. Enjoy!

Wanda woke up first, still attached to Natasha. She knew she didn't sleep long, she just felt too tired to keep her eyes open. 

The redhead was still breathing steadily as she continued napping. 

Wanda smiled into Natasha's skin. She felt content. Happy. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like this, knowing that it wasn't just a momentary feeling but something that was growing its roots quite deep. She wasn’t sure where this was going or even if it would last, given everything that’s happened to them but she decided she would allow herself to be happy regardless.

“Mmm,” Natasha started moving, clearly unhappy with being conscious again.

“Morning, sunshine,” Wanda smiled at her protests.

“It’s not a morning,” the redhead murmured. “And it’s your fault, you exhausted me.”

“I’ll happily take the blame,” Wanda chuckled.

They took a few minutes to fully wake up, neither of them rushing to get out of bed.

“So…” Wanda started, dragging the word out.

“Yes?” Natasha raised her eyebrow at that question, opening one eye. She didn’t feel awake enough for a serious conversation which that one word suggested Wanda was steering towards.

“We’re a real couple now, right?” She posed it more as a statement rather than a question, slightly afraid of what the answer might be. She definitely didn’t feel like spooking the scary Black Widow now that they’ve made love. Wanda felt butterflies in her stomach at that thought. 

Made love. Not fucked. It was tender and loving, packed with emotions. 

It felt scary but not in a way that would make her run away. Scary in a way that was making her try extra hard.

Natasha sighed and took a few seconds before she turned to smile at the brunette, “Yeah, I guess we are.”

“Good. I don’t want to mess this up so please, you have to let me know if it’s too much and you need space, okay?” Wanda pleaded, her eyes wide.

“If anyone is going to mess this up then it would be me,” she smiled. “I’m not very experienced when it comes to actual relationships.”

“How many relationships have you been in?” Wanda asked, fully turning her body to be able to see the redhead.

“Hmm… Way too many I think,” she mused, thinking.

“Oh?” The brunette propped herself up on her elbow, encouraging her to continue.

“But if we count real ones that were not faked for work, then it would be zero.” Natasha continued, suddenly interested in the ceiling. She felt slightly embarrassed, if it was because she’s been in too many relationships or none really, she wasn’t sure.

“I’m sorry,” Wanda said, squeezing her hand.

“Why?” Natasha questioned, genuinely confused as to why she would be sorry about that.

“Because no one should have to force themselves into fake relationships.” The brunette explained.

“I didn’t mind,” Natasha shrugged. “That’s what I was trained to do, it was a part of the job. We don’t have to talk about it,” she continued when she saw Wanda’s disagreement.

“I like knowing things about you,” Wanda started absentmindedly drawing little circles on Natasha’s arm.

“Alright then, what do you want to know?” Natasha chuckled.

“I can ask you anything and you’ll tell me?” Wanda measured her closely in disbelief that should be allowed to do that.

“Sure you can, doesn’t mean I’ll give you a satisfactory answer,” Natasha grinned.

“That’s fair I guess.” Wanda nodded, thinking. “Hm, what if I asked you about your spy days? Who did you spy on, what secrets did you reveal?”

“Then I would say you don’t want to know,” Natasha was still smiling but Wanda could see that a shadow of memory went over face.

“It’s okay, I don’t really want to know. They are secrets for a reason,” Wanda reassured her. As much as she desired to know everything about the former spy, there were things that were better kept hidden, at least for now.

“What I want to know,” Wanda was now drawing circles on Natasha’s stomach, resulting in accidentally tickling the woman, “how many people did you sleep with?” There was a mischievous spark in her eyes as she asked that.

“Is that what you want to know? About my sex life?” Natasha arched her eyebrow, amused.

“Well,” Wanda started innocently, moving closer to the redhead, “I just want to know if there was anything that was true in the article. And also how much more experience you have,” she whispered the last part into Natasha’s ear, placing a soft kiss on her earlobe.

Natasha shivered at the hot breath tickling her.

“Is that what couples talk about? Their past sexual partners?” The redhead laughed.

“I don’t know but we’re not like other couples, are we?”

“I suppose,” Natasha agreed. “The answer is I don’t know. I slept with a lot of people. Some of them for work, to get information from them, some of them because I wanted to and some of them because it was convenient. So I guess the article was right about some things.”

“Did you like it?” Wanda asked, suddenly turning serious. “Sleeping with people because you had to?”

“I don’t know. I never thought about it. It was a job that had to be done, just like anything else. I rarely let myself get any pleasure from it, only if it was absolutely necessary. And mostly just with women. Men are… gross. Especially men with power.”

Wanda laughed at that.

“I guess they are,” she agreed. “Did you sleep with anyone I know?”

“Do you have anyone specific in mind?” Natasha squinted her eyes at her.

“Maybe,” Wanda said, not looking at her.

“And what are you going to do with the answer? Are you asking because you’re jealous? Checking that I haven’t done all this before? And if I tell you, are you going to hate them?” Natasha could feel herself getting a bit defensive but she just couldn’t see a point in spilling this particular secret.

“None of that. I just want to see if I’m right,” Wanda grinned.

“Oh? Who do you think I slept with?” Now Natasha was interested in the conversation.

“Pepper. And maybe Maria but I’m not sure.” Wanda replied, her face scrunched up in concentration.

“Interesting. Care to explain why?”

“I don’t know, your relationship with Pepper just seems different, closer, more intimate than friends usually are.” Wanda shrugged.

“Well, you’re right,” Natasha replied with a sigh, suddenly interested in a brown curl that was falling down Wanda’s shoulder as she started wrapping it around her finger. “Pepper has always been interested in Tony and they’ve been a thing, more or less. But at one point he went through a bad case of ptsd and anxiety and pushed everyone, including Pepper, away. She was trying to help him but he was horrible to her. And somehow, she found comfort and distraction in having sex with me, as weird as that sounds. I don’t even remember how that happened, we were drinking, talking and suddenly we were kissing.”

“It doesn’t sound weird.” Wanda replied. “I’m glad you could be there for her, even if it was in a non traditional way,” she chuckled.

“You’re not bothered by it? That I had repeated sex with someone I’m still friends with and you see almost daily?” Natasha questioned.

“I’m not a jealous type. I understand why, besides, you’re both attractive women, I don’t see why you couldn’t have a little fun.”

“Miss Maximoff, are you saying I’m pretty?” Natasha pretended to blush.

“Oh why, Miss Romanoff, you are very pretty,” Wanda giggled and placed a kiss on her lips.

It was almost an innocent kiss that lasted only a few seconds but it made the butterflies in Wanda’s stomach flutter again.

“Why Maria?” Natasha went back to their conversation when she pulled away.

“I can see the way she looks at you,” Wanda said.

“And how does she look at me?” Natasha asked, amused. 

“Like you’re a snack,” the brunette laughed.

“Ahh, Maria. We had a one night stand. Once or twice. It was at parties, we were drunk and I guess we didn’t have a reason not to. This is really weird now, me telling you about having sex with other people.” Natasha shook her head.

“Maybe. But at least I know where I stand and what to watch out for.” Wanda winked at her teasingly. She wasn’t concerned in the slightest but she liked messing with the woman. “So next time there is a party, you won’t reject me?”

“That was one of the hardest things I’ve done,” the redhead groaned dramatically. “But, aren’t you happy we didn’t do anything last night? Wasn’t this so much better?”

“Yes,” Wanda smiled and kissed her again. She couldn’t stop herself. It felt like she was finally allowed to kiss her whenever and wherever, like she didn’t have to be afraid that she would be rejected or shut down. She couldn’t get enough, she wanted to be kissing Natasha at all times.

“My turn,” Natasha shifted to face her properly. “How many people have you had sex with?” She wasn’t even sure if Wanda had a proper chance to do relationships of any kind, considering she spent a big part of her life in a Hydra facility, having her powers being exploited.

“Not many. A couple but it wasn’t anything serious. Probably just a desire to get close to someone and curiosity. Nowhere near as interesting as your experience,” she laughed.

“My experience is pretty unique I’d say,” Natasha chuckled. “But if you ever want to tell me about yours, I’ll be happy to listen,” she offered, sensing that this wasn’t really something Wanda was ready to talk about now.

“Thanks. So what do we do now? Do we stay in bed all day? Is that the after party procedure?” She quickly changed topic, grateful to Natasha for not pushing her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to tell Natasha about her experiences but it was a part of her life that wasn’t particularly happy and she didn’t feel like reliving all that right now.

“Well, I would say it depends on your level of wasted but yeah, most people don’t really do much the day after. You should definitely eat though and then we can watch some movies and just relax.”

“That sounds good,” Wanda smiled and pressed her lips to Natasha’s again. She just couldn’t help it.

Chapter 18

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Note: Sooo... You caught me, I ship Natasha x Maria and also Natasha x Pepper and I just couldn't help putting this in. There was a tiny reference to Nat's relationship with Pepper when she went to her for help about ptsd several chapters back but you probably didn't pick up on it, that was mostly for me :-D

Thank you for all your comments, I appreciate them all! <3

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#wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #black widow #wanda x natasha #natasha x wanda #my wandanat #my fanfiction #scarlet widow #scarlet witch #i'll make you beg for it

[ajitated]

Originally posted: 15 March 2022, in a prompt sent via ask by @glorious-typo!

Ask: OH! And because I’m sending this stupid prompt to everyone: Any au, for Fen or Jordam: It’s 2am and they walk out to find some weirdo rummaging through their trash (spoiler it’s Levi)

Answer:

I had so much fun writing this >:3c Jordam (Jörmungandr) is my oc, Levi (Leviathan) is @13thcat’s oc, and Erin (Erinyes) is @bubblegumbeech’s oc!

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Jordam is tired. She spent the entire day in a windowless room, setting up legal documents and working out a deal with a bunch of old men that needed everything explained at least three times and were stuck in the last century when it came to technological advancement. When she left for work that morning, the sun hadn’t been up yet.

It’s almost 2am now that she’s walking home. The deal worked out in her favor of course, it always does — but the assholes hadn’t allotted time for a proper lunch break, let alone dinner, and if she doesn’t get something to eat in the next 20 minutes, she’s going to kill someone.

Beating people up is so much easier than dealing with bureaucracy. If only she could solve the world’s problems with her fists instead of hundreds upon hundreds of signatures and pieces of paper.

She wants food, to kick off her heels and dress, and to flop down face-first onto her bed.

And tomorrow, she wants to head to the gym and find some unfortunate sparring partner to ruin the day of. Maybe multiple unfortunate sparring partners; she only recently started at this gym, the regulars won’t know to avoid her yet.

Jordam swings her purse around and starts fishing for her keys as she approaches the path leading up to her apartment. As she goes to unlock the door, there’s a loud crash to her right.

She has a switchblade in her hand before her keys even hit the ground. If some dumbass has chosen right now to try robbing her, they’re very much going to regret it. She doesn’t have the goddamn patience to deal with this-

The front lights belatedly switch on, the faulty sensor apparently just realizing there’s movement.

Someone’s head pokes out from behind some trash cans, one of which has been toppled over.

Jordam flips the knife closed and pinches the bridge of her nose. “Dad,” she says flatly, “what the fuck are you doing?”

Levi stops trying to right the now-dented can and looks over at her, his face lighting up. “Jor! How’s it going, how was your day? Didn’t think you’d be out so late, sleep is important y’know-”

“Father dearest if you don’t explain what’s going on right this second, I am going to balance out the scars on your face and leave you out here while I go figure out if there’s anything edible in my apartment. Someone better be dying.”

“Ah.” Levi gulps and shuffles slightly so his right side is angled away from her. “Well about that-”

Jordam narrows her eyes and darts forward, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the light before he can stop her. There’s a big rip in the upper sleeve of his shirt and red seeping through the fabric.

She takes a deep breath and mentally starts counting to 10.

She gets to 3. “You dumbass, what the hell did you do?”

“Hey!” Levi whines, trying to pull his arm away. All he succeeds in doing is making himself wince. “I didn’t start it, I was trying to be perfectly civil thank-you very much.”

“Oh sure you were. Erin is definitely going to believe that-”

“No. No, nope, nu uh, we’re not telling Erin. I took care of it already anyway.”

“Why wouldn’t I tell Erin?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. She knows Levi isn’t dumb, contrary to popular belief. Why on earth would she put herself on Erin's list of ‘people that have hid my brother getting hurt from me’?

The corners of Levi’s mouth turn up in a smirk. “cause I never told her about the dude that gave you that scar on your shoulder~”

Jordam curses under her breath. That’s technically true. “He’s in a different country now, it’d be fine!”

“Sure it would.”

3 words have never sounded so sarcastic.

Jordam sighs. She pokes at the cut on Levi’s shoulder and ignores the way he flinches and glares at her. It really only needs a couple stitches. They’ve both patched up worse for each other.

“Fucking… alright, fine. C’mon, asshole.”

Levi cheers, and she goes to pick up her keys and finally actually unlock the door. So much for getting food and becoming one with her bed immediately after…

Well. At least Levi owes her one after this; surely he’ll have some people she can beat up tomorrow. And tonight, she’ll patch up his arm and they’ll get drunk enough for him to share embarrassing stories about Quizz and the others — she’s been out of the loop for long enough that something new and absurd is bound to have happened.

You miss so much when you’re working on the legal side of things.

#ajility writes #ajs originals #ajs ocs #moving onto blog #originally posted 15 mar 22 #friends ocs #oc jordam #oc levi #prompt fill #friend typo #oc writing

[stevexharrington]

His Shine Through the Night

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/38768835/chapters/96939333#workskin

Ship: xiaoven (xiao x venti) from genshin impact M/M

Tags: high school au, mental health issues, borderline personality disorder, implied/referenced self harm, implied/referenced suicide, post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), trauma, fluff and angst, no smut, POV first person

Summary: Xiao is depressed and suffering and has no friends. Eventually a boy comes along and teaches him that not everything can be all bad. Venti holds him together through a lot, and Xiao battles borderline personality disorder alongside his first ever favorite person. A tale of love, heartbreak, acceptance, obsession, and loss.

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Chapter 1: Introductions, Because It's Polite

I feel so fucking stupid.

6:30 am. My alarm rings, but I don’t get up just yet. I can throw off my old clothes, lube up my underarms with deodorant, and put on some fresh clothes in less than five minutes; but I hate being rushed, and it’s easier for me to get up now and remember to take out my retainer before I go. However, as hard as it will be, I will stay in bed. I can already feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and I blink them away so they blur my vision. No one would notice if I didn’t show up to school. Only the attendance office would care, but then all they’d do is call the house and send an email, both going unanswered. ‘Maybe I can take this day off’, but then I’d only have 3 days left until legal authorities get involved, and I can’t do that. That would just make things hell. It didn’t matter anyways. I could be tardy if I wanted to be. No one would care too much. My first period… My second period teacher hated me anyway. I haven’t seen the first period teacher in so long now. It doesn’t matter. My 6:59 alarm doesn’t ring. My 7:10 alarm does. I’ve spent 40 minutes crying now, staring at the ceiling and pretending that it is okay for my nose to remain full of snot.

At 7:23 I am out the door. My eyes are bloodshot and red. Puffy. Like always. But no one notices. Actually, they all notice. But they all think I’m an addict of some kind, or high. I wish. That stuff never worked for me. Too expensive, and it makes me psychotic. I tried stimulants, and then depressives. Guess my wonderful brain is immune to both types of pleasures, because depressives just made me suicidal. More suicidal. I had to sleep it off, and then woke up in a deep sweat. Sorry if you like drugs, but they’re kinda overrated. To be fair, I couldn’t find anything else that worked either, so everything is overrated, which in turn makes everything at the same level of overrated. So once again, everything is rated the same. Does that make sense? Anyways. That’s what I had thought; and I know it’s kinda bullshit to say that love is real and makes life worth living, but for a while it was.

Second period I finally arrived. I could have made it to the first period, but I couldn't stand anyone in that class, and the teacher would berate me in front of all the kids who chased me from the school to the bus stop everyday, where they eventually got tired. Later though, I would miss these guys. After January they never even thought of me again. It was better to have some reputation, some form of connection to the world as it is. Second period, not that day, but in 10 days, would change me forever. I had no idea that everything would change completely.

Second period. General math. This year, the course of disdain chosen for me would be trigonometry. The only classes I could pass, even with missing days, was math. I don’t know why. It never made sense why, because I still hate it. But I get all As, and who’s gonna protest that?

Now I know, dear reader, that you want to get straight to the action. I do too. But no great meal starts with the main course. We need an appetizer, and if you eat all your veggies you’ll get dessert, too. Right now is the shitty free bread you get with butter in those paper packages. That was my life so far. But there’s steak coming. A big one. If you’re vegetarian or have other dietary restrictions, just apply this awful metaphor to your favorite food too. Something rich and expensive, hard to come by, fanciful to have. Lobster. Ragu.

It doesn’t matter who my teacher is, or my classmates. Or anyone in the school. I wouldn’t be able to remember anyone’s name. Let alone their faces. It’s all a bunch of dice heads. One through sixes, depending on how many who’s are important to the event. Never more than six. Never one. His face was never filled in with an ordered black dot, a small concavity, marking the side that the dice has rolled onto, assigning them a roll in my infinitely boring existence. He had a nose, two eyes, two eyebrows, two ears, two nostrils, two lips (Upper and lower. Both were always plump).

So for the next ten days, I’ll tell you what happened. My mind is a bit foggy, it being so long ago now, but I think that this story will be cohesive regardless of the true events.

I feel as if I have rambled on long enough for now, and the two of us can pick up again next time, yeah? For now, the last thing you should know about me is that I do not believe in miracles. I believe that people can produce light, from deep within their soul, and resurrect a dead man. But that isn't a miracle.

Chapter 2 available!

#genshin impact xiao #xiaoven #genshin impact venti #genshin venti #genshin impact

[odinsblog]

I just wanna say something about a thing I’ve seen a million times before (and twice now, recently here), and I’ve never really fully appreciated just how pernicious it can be; how much it can sometimes gnaw away at a woman’s confidence and play on a woman’s insecurities. I’ve seen some of the most drop dead gorgeous women have thee most average looking dude basically tell them that they aren’t really that pretty. I’ve seen men who aren’t even a 5 on their best day, tell women who are 10s on their worst day, things like, “you need to wear makeup,” or even, “you’re too pretty to wear any makeup,” but even that backhanded “compliment” is bs. I’ve met people on here (and irl too) who could very easily be runway models, and they get tripped up by some basic ass guy telling them they have some microscopic, imperceptible imperfection. I know and understand that everyone has insecurities, but …. damn

Thing is, I’ve always pretty much assumed that, “well, that stunning ass girl isn’t going to pay him any mind” …….. but I was so very wrong. I saw someone on here say a guy told her she needed to wear less makeup, and I was like, are you fucking kidding me? Some of you are straight up stallions who are equally beautiful with and without any makeup. Don’t let some buster convince you otherwise. Guys who can’t see that a girl is pretty unless she’s wearing makeup remind me of comic book characters who can’t tell that Clark Kent is Superman. Eyeglasses and a red cape aren’t what make the hero, a hero. Similarly, makeup, or lack of makeup, is not what makes a girl pretty

Look, I’m really not tryna write a novel here, and I am absolutely positive that many others have said what I’m trying to say far more eloquently than I ever could, but women please don’t let anyone—especially some dude—convince you that you look anything less than worthy. Of everything

And yes, I know that “looks aren’t everything” and “beauty is only skin deep,” but however you might feel about it, just know that any man who feels comfortable enough to disparage your physical appearance truly is NOT worth a second thought, and definitely not worth your time or consideration

It’s power. Don’t let anyone exercise that power over you

And, because I understand just how much our patriarchal societies places value on everyone’s appearance, but ESPECIALLY women, I know that a lot of you reading this may be thinking, “yeah, Odin, easier said than done.” Yup. It’s definitely a whole lot to unlearn and a constant unending battle. And noap, it ain’t easy. But you can. You absolutely can

Oh and, I really shoulda said this from the jump, but please don’t anyone add a, “well actually, men have it hard too” bullshit comment to this post, okay?? I’m talking about women right now. If you got something to say about men, then go make your own damn post

Know your worth, women. Idgaf if you have to psych yourself out and say, “Imma bad bitch” every time you look in a mirror, but please please please trust me on this—any buster who denigrates your looks is doing it for power for themselves and for power over you. Even if it hurts your feelings, or especially if it hurts your feelings, please try not to let anyone other than you be the gatekeeper of how you view yourself and feel about yourself

I still haven’t cracked the riddle of why sooo many drop dead gorgeous women pair up with the most basic ass dudes—basic on the inside and on the outside—but when I solve the riddle, I’ll revisit this post. (SN: yes, Imma guy, no, im not superficial , and yes, I understand that love isn’t all about looks, but sometimes that shit truly be baffling af)

Anyway, there is sO much more I could say and want to say, but I guess dassit for now ✌🏿

#odin rants #advice #self worth #pls dont anybody make me regret posting this #i am very specifically addressing two people ive recently t/w #and the person i dm’d today?? you are stunning #try to get that thru your skull #pls dont let anyone convince you otherwise

[the-box-publisher]

Ok so BIG UPDATE! I was worried that the cameras didn’t work because the Journalist clearly reads my blog. So I took down all the cameras and dumped them in the trash, made a post expressing my frustration of them not working and secretly on my way home bought new disguised ones and installed them. And I caught the Journalist on tape- well, that’s the good news. The bad news is it climbed through my window- it didn’t open the window and crawl in but it went from the non existent balcony into my room as if the glass didn’t even exist. Can someone help me come up with an explanation of this? Science side? Anyways here’s todays story.

“Story submitted by Sasha Joyce

I’m dreaming, or I’m having a mental break because there is no way I’ve been trapped in this f****** place for 10 hours! Is this hell some sort of divine punishment for my actions? I’m a good person or at least I think I am… I do all the inconvenient things people like to avoid, I take cold showers and walk places and only shop local, I didn’t like go out and protest but I don’t think that should damn me. Look I even saw an exit but I can’t leave here without Gabriel, he’s only 9 and I love him more than life itself ever since mum and dad died we’ve only got each other. He was so sad because we couldn’t afford anything more than a local restaurant for his birthday. But I worked overtime and got enough money for the local Chuck E Cheese. It’s not one of those fancy ones with the animatronics, in fact the sign out front is so worn down it only says “-h— E -hee-e” so even worse than your normal one. You know I don’t know if I thought this was weird at the time but the kids I saw through the Window of the place when entering… I’m pretty sure every kid was different from the ones visible outside all looked like almost kids like looking for faces in an arcade floor kind of but not really I can’t describe it I’m really dehydrated. Every kid sounded the same like mimicking a voice but not having enough data. He played at the arcade for a while but I could feel his eyes wandering toward the play pen. I have claustrophobia and I dreaded the question but it never came, one moment he was here the next I only caught the sight of his shoes leaving and him scuttling in. He’s always been so rebellious… WHY DID HE DO THAT? THIS IS HIS FAULT WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED! Well I played on my phone until he came out but he didn’t. Eventually I had to go in I knew this but I don’t remember deciding or actually going in one second I was out the next I was in. The ceiling is just low enough i can’t crawl I have to slither and slink my way through staircases. I thought if I just kept going down I would eventually find the bottom but alas my phone tells me my altitude did not change. I can look out the windows at the children and staff fighting to ignore my pleas for help and screams… next time I see an exit I’m taking it, I just wish he stopped screaming always just out of sight behind a corner or up a staircase. On the bright side my phone still has 1p0% battery, no cell service, actually maybe I’ll try again I’ll see how high I can get see if I can get a single bar or sos. I don’t have high hopes I fear this maze is getting tighter movement is harder. Pray for me”

I think I know that Chuck E Cheese it’s not to far from here, it’s closed down but I’ll go check it out

Greetings from someone who has now broken into a kids restaurant. There’s something off about this place I still hear children’s laughter despite this places closed status. Something that really creeps me out is the two sets of shoes in the cubbies a child’s pair and an adults pair. I feel like the play area is calling to me i here banging from somewhere deep inside.

Should I go in?

#short horror story #horror #horror story #scary #scary story #scary stories #liminal #liminal spaces #chuck e cheese

[the-boy-branithar]

I DIDNT SEE IT AT FIRST but @youdontgotoparties​ tagged me to share my top albums from last year ok here we go. Also I meant to post this to @tran5rightsos oops

Like half of these came out last year, but a few are recent discoveries

1) 5 Seconds Of Summer - 5SOS5

So good. They can’t keep getting away with it, they’re just so much at all time ykwim? These songs FUCKED live. This is the only non-metal album on this list lmao it was just that kinda year. Complete Mess has some vibes for sure.

2) Lorna Shore - Pain Remains 

GIRL I should not be allowed to listen to this like what the fuck? I found out about LS last year from watching the throat cam interview and then listening to Sun//Eater like damn this guy’s got some noises. But it’s also the instrumentals, Adam just doesn’t know when to stop. They’ve got this epic vibe, like Dark Souls boss fight music or some shit, Cursed To Die gets me hyped every time.

3) Wage War - Pressure

This is an older one that I found last year, I’ve really been sleeping on this band. They’re a Fearless band so I’ve known of them for ages I just never gave them a solid listen before. Top recommendation would be Grave.

4) Motionless In White - Scoring The End Of The World

I’ve been trying to get into MIW for years and ig last year was finally the right time. I got to see them live with I Prevail and that had me like damn I should give them another shot. Cyberhex is pretty.

5) I Prevail - Trauma

This album got a lot of hype when it came out but I didn’t give it a listen until last year. The show I saw was the one where Eric had been in the hospital earlier that day. Glad he’s okay but ngl it would have been pretty metal if he’d died from playing BB at soundcheck. 10/10 would cry to Let Me Be Sad.

6) I Prevail - True Power

GOD. You can really hear how Brian and Eric have developed their vocals in this one. I get some Linkin Park vibes from it and that fucks. They do really good sad songs so even though TP is just bangers from start to finish I’m gonna single out Deep End as one of my favs.

7) Bad Omens - The Death Of Peace Of Mind

So I’ve heard some of their material before? Which is why Concrete Jungle had me like ??? when I first heard it. Very unexpected but the vibes do fuck. This is the only album on this list I don’t physically own :c

8) Dream On, Dreamer - It Comes And Goes

Fucks. Cannot believe they broke up and I’ll never know how these songs sound live, the vibes are just off the charts. So pretty, they truly went off with Don’t Lose Your Heart.

Anyway everyone share your favourite albums from last year it’s fun

#tagging game #so much metal. idk what to tell you I've been loving it recently