#literally the peak of male attractiveness

[sonchus-arvensis]

how do you create a hot male middle aged character when raúl and con already exist

#literally the peak of male attractiveness #no other man does it like they do it #and im trying to capture that in a cartoon character #good fucking luck #m

[proximacentaurib]

WHY ARE FOUR OUT OF THE FIVE PEOPLE WHO MADE IT THROUGH TO THE FINAL "BEST DRESSED" POLL JUST CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE POPULAR STRAIGHT MEN WHO DRESS SLIGHTLY ABOVE AVERAGE IN THE SENSE THAT THEY SHOWER REGULARLY AND WEAR TRENDY BAGGY T-SHIRTS. I SWEAR TO GOD THIS WHOLE AWARD CEREMONY IS RIGGED. AND ALL OF THE COUPLES NOMINATED FOR "BEST COUPLE" ARE M/F?????????? THEY HATE QUEER PEOPLE FOR REAL

#AGHGHHHGHGHGHGHG anyways. #🔭.txt #there is something to be said here about how straight men get praised for doing the literal bare minimum #and how conventionally attractive people will get called 'fashionable' for wearing the same clothes someone who fits the beauty standard #less would get ridiculed for #like these guys are literally not doing ANYTHING special. they just wear baggy t-shirts and baggy jeans #one of them skates and looks like a conglomeration of every white male tiktok star #another one of them has his ears pierced #but like. NONE OF THAT WARRANTS THE TITLE OF BEST DRESSED #THAT IS MARGINALLY ABOVE AVERAGE #GOD. THIS IS LITERALLY SO UNFAIR #I SWEAR TO GOD PEOPLE JUST USED THE NOMINATION FORM TO NOMINATE ALL THE PEOPLE THEY PERSONALLY FOUND HOT #AND THE PEOPLE THAT ARE INEXPLICABLY 'POPULAR' (WHATEVER THAT MEANS) #(THEY JUST PEAKED IN HIGH SCHOOL I THINK) (AND BELIEVE THEY'RE BETTER THAN EVERYONE FOR PARTYING 24/7) #GHJFJFDJDHSJSDHJDH BITING KILLING MAIMING ETC.

[katsumiiii]

hobie brown x fem! reader

i feel like hobie is such an unjealous person (which technically isn’t a word but idrc!). like he’s so secure within himself and his partner to where he knows and that he’s as good as it gets. and usually when someone says that it’s such a turn off, but with hobie it’s a subtle cockiness, like a “leave and see what you’ll get” type thing which is irritating and attractive at the same time.

like if someone were to flirt with you I can’t see him getting riled up and starting something. I feel like if anything he’d agree with them ?? and you’re always like wtf bc he’s sitting there chatting with someone who wants to take you away from him, literally urging them to keep ranting about your character.

the only reason he’d get pissed is if they try to touch you. one thing hobie values is personal space, and in his opinion, he’s the only one whose allowed to breach your bubble (he’d always back off if you wanted him too ofc, he’s big on consent!).

soo imagine this, hobie and you Vinyl shopping, searching through the stacks of product for nothing specific, but itching to find a gem among the various piles. hobie had noticed a scrawny guy peaking glances at your figure more often than not and chuckled at the sight.

“‘s guy on your left, been makin’ eyes at ya.” hobie muttered, placing his chin on your shoulder blade.

“mhm really?” you patted the side of his cheek, fingers still sifting through the records below you.

“yeah, prolly thinks you’re cute huh? lil peng ting.” he tickled the sides of your hips, nibbling at the back of your ear.

“shut up hobie, help me find this vinyl. I swear I saw it somewhere….”

“e-excuse me!” a meek voice made both your heads turn, eyes settling on a short male to the left of you.

“yes?” you replied, patting the tops of hobie’s ringed fingers with your own.

“I just wanted to say that you’re very beautiful! and..” he trailed off, fiddling with the dirt underneath his fingernails.

“eh? beautiful!“ hobie left the comfort of your figure to circle around the poor man, clasping his hands on his shoulders, softly shaking them, “she’s fit ain’t she?”

“yeah…” the male shuffled.

“oh ‘m sorry mate, didn’t mean to cut ya off. go on and tell her what you’re thinking, hm?” hobie chuckled, urging the man to continue.

“bee, let’s just go.” you sighed, gently shaking your head.

“wha’, don’t wanna be rude love. let ‘im finish.”

“nevermind, I’ll just get going…” the man awkwardly shuffled away at the sight of your bickering.

“why do you have to be such an asshole?”

“jus’ thought you should accept the man’s compliment.”

“oh fuck off.”

#bye I write him as such a cheeky bastard #I love it tho !! #hobie brown x reader #hobie x reader #atsv x reader #spider punk x reader #hobie brainrot !

[transmultiphobia]

The Similarities Between Biphobia and Transmultiphobia

I am a multigender bisexual. Before I began to focus my efforts into transgender and multigender activism, I was BIG into bisexual activism. But, because of this, I’ve noticed something peculiar… Something that other multigenders have noticed too.

A lot of modern-day transmultiphobia (particularly those directed towards those who are both male and female) is, quite simply (and I mean this in a very literal way), repackaged biphobia from the peak of biphobic discourse.

This includes, but isn’t limited to:

The “fence-sitter” perspective. Multigenders and bisexuals are seen as sitting on the fence of the binary. We can belong in both communities (gay and straight, male and female). But because of this ability to be in both, we are not allowed into either.

This is because of us being seen as “tainted by the other gender,” or as an “invader”. Both the idea that bisexuals are less “purely” WLW or MLM than their gay counterparts, and the “men vs non-men” dichotomy that we’re seeing be put up, are evidence of this. When it comes to discussion gay and lesbian M/F multigenders, this comparison is very apt. I mean, “your association with men / women has made you unable to belong with us” is VERY on the nose.

The view that it’s “just a phase.” Both existence as a bisexual and as a multigender, from my experience, is seen as something you will go through before you “choose a side”, before you “settle down” with a real, PROPER choice. One of the two choices that you’re given, rather than both.

Making people angry because of how we make them insecure. “If this person attracted to men and women can belong in the queer community,” wonders the biphobe, “What does that mean for the state of my queerness?” And likewise, the transmultiphobe asks, “If this person is both a man and a woman, then what does that mean for my attraction?”

I believe that this is because bisexuality and multigenderism both have… “Both.” In a world, with a binary, that expects — DEMANDS — that you pick either/or, saying “both” (or, heaven forbid, “both, and…”) will always be met with extreme rejection and isolation.

Multigender and bisexual activists could learn a lot from each other. We are so often told to hide or cut off one part of ourselves in order to fit into some sort of (any sort of!) set of norms, and to conform to the male/female binary. We fuck with people’s views of sexuality and gender merely by existing, and we are nothing short of revolutionary for that reason.

#transmultiphobia #bigender #genderfluid #multigender #polygender #trans #nonbinary #non-binary #enby #genderqueer #xenogender #sapphillean #gaybian #transunity #trans unity #red speaks

[milswrites]

A thousand roses

~ Cassian X Fem!Reader

Summary: Every day you curse the books that gave you unrealistically high expectations of men. Sure you were going to be single forever until you meet Cassian. Adamant he wants to take you on a date, Cassian does his best to impress.

Warning: ⚠️ Reading this may give you unrealistically high expectations of men ⚠️

Actual warnings: Lots of sex talk and inferences to sex but no actual smut!

“And then he made her orgasm three times! Three! The last guy I was with didn’t even manage to squeeze one out of me!”

Upon finishing your latest read, you just couldn’t help but give a very detailed review of exactly what you thought about it to your co-worker. A packed cafe in Velaris during the middle of the day was probably not the most appropriate location to shout about your sex life, but you just had to share how the smut filled pages had left you more satisfied than any man had ever done.

Jadis snorted into the steaming hot tea she was drinking, liquid spilling everywhere, “I’m telling you girl, you just need to get out there, kiss a few frogs to find your prince. I don’t know how many more of your smut reviews I can take. It’s not natural to be this turned on at work.”

You hummed in response, fingers absentmindedly brushing over the pages of your book, “But that’s the problem. I’m too picky to go for a frog!” You blame the hundreds of books in your library at home for that, millions of perfect fictional men literally at your fingertips. “Real men just don’t do it for me anymore.”

This statement was confirmed as you miserably scanned your eyes over the customers in the cafe, none of the males present seeming to stick out to you meet any of your self-imposed standards. You only had yourself and your books to blame for your lack of a relationship.

“I’m just never going to find anyone! Forever reading in my house wishing I was at the mercy of one of my book boyfriends” you sighed, not wanting to seem downhearted but you just couldn’t help it. Velaris just so happened to be a haven for beautiful relationships, everywhere you turned you’d see interlocked hands, affectionate hugs and the occasional heated exchange of kisses. You could only wish that one day you’d be in the same boat as them, overwhelmingly in love with someone who you could call your own. There’s a reason the night court was so affectionately called the court of dreams.

Jadis reeled in your wandering mind, “Well darling, I hope you enjoy forever fantasising about sex rather than having it. I for one can’t wait to take Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome for a spin.”

She was referring to the moderately attractive male who had asked her out the other day during the preparation of his morning coffee. In your opinion, it wasn’t the most romantic scene. Though Jadis hadn’t been on a date in a long while and so in her own words she was going to implode if she didn’t get a good fuck in soon. So who were you to judge.

The bell above the cafe door twinkled, ending the conversation about your book and pathetic love life. Your eyes travelled to the cafe entrance and stopped when they landed on the biggest male you had ever seen. The Illyrian walked through the door, having to duck his head and draw his wings in to fit through the much smaller frame. His presence in the cafe was enough for you to lift your head from where it was sat in your palm, interest peaked.

There was no doubt that this Illyrian was one of the most attractive males you have ever seen. His long brown hair was pulled back messily into a bun. You didn’t normally like the rough, slightly barbarian-esque type, typically preferring your males to be more clean-cut. It was clear this man didn’t look like most males. No, he looked as if he had just stepped out of one of your deliciously sinful smut books.

He began to approach the counter, his body taking up so much space that he bumped into tables, displacing the drinks of customers who were grasping at the mugs and glasses to try and prevent them from spilling at the earthquake caused by this ginormous man. He apologised to each of them as he moved but kept his eyes locked ahead. Locked on you.

Your friend, noticing the effect this man had on you, spun around and immediately started acting as if she was busy with another job, leaving you to serve him in your hypnotised state.

“Just a coffee please love” he said, pulling you from your stupor as he finally came to a stop at the counter. Mother, even his voice was hot. It was resonant and also bore the twinge of gruffness which left goosebumps on your arms in its wake. There was no doubt everything about this man oozed pure sex appeal. You were too mesmerised to move, brain not registering that he had asked you to do your job. Instead, like a besotted fool, you stayed stood behind your counter, feet rooted to the ground.

“You alright there gorgeous?” The unbelievably good looking male asked, roguishly handsome smile growing on his face, clearly aware of the effect he has on you. This spurred you to move, the stacked cups surrounding you rattling at your sudden movement. “Coffee! Right. Yes, of course!” Managing to squeak a few words out, you turned around to busy yourself with making the coffee, hatred in your eyes as you glared at Jadis who left you stranded making coffee for this very handsome man who’s looks alone were doing very strange things to you and making you think very indecent things. Jadis, undeterred by your glare, wiggled her eyebrows at you, grin stretched across her face, beaming from ear to ear.

With shaky hands, you finish up with making his coffee and without turning around, afraid you’d accidentally start professing your undying love to him if you did, you ask, “any sugar?”

His honey coated voice replies, “No thanks, I’ve already got my eye on something sweeter.” You ignored the sight of your friend’s head snapping speedily to look at you in glee. Heat burning across your cheeks, you turn back to face him, avoiding the man’s eyes.

Hands still shaking, you place the coffee in front of him and wait for him to pay. The sooner he leaves the sooner you can gossip with your Jadis about him and moan about your inability to act normal in front of incredibly attractive men. He pulls out the money from his pocket and places it on the counter, pushing it towards you, but before you can take it from him he drags it back in his direction, finger holding it in place. “How about you and I go out together sometime sweetheart? You’re obviously desperate to.”

At this, the lovesick fog that had been swimming in front of your eyes since this man had entered the cafe dissipated. Rose-tinted glasses off you noticed that the smile that adorned his face was more of a cocky smirk. His confidence and tone of voice told you that he asks this question a lot and most likely always gets the answer he desires. It was clear this man wasn’t the personification of one of your book males come to life. He was just another playboy.

Not wanting to just be another name on the list for this man, you slid the money out from under his hand, sickly sarcastic smile on your face, and said, “I think I’ll pass thanks sweetheart.”

The males smirk promptly fell from his face in shock, clearly not expecting, nor used to rejection. He sputtered out a few buts and whats, flirty demeanour forgotten, a slightly pathetic butt-hurt one taking its place. This was definitely a man not used to losing.

“Have a nice day!” You enthusiastically, and very satirically, finished this interaction before walking away to busy yourself with clearing some now empty tables in the cafe. Wings hung low in defeat, the man at the counter left the cafe, bell ringing as he exited. This surprised you, having expected him to put up a little more of a fight, but nonetheless you were glad that it was over with. Cursing yourself for falling for just another pretty face, standards forgotten.

“What?!” Your friend screamed running over to you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you vigorously as if you had lost all senses. Unafraid of scaring off the customers who still sat in the cafe, some clearly entertained by the whole event which had transpired. “Do you know who that was? Oh Y/N he was totally into you! Why did you say no?”

“Because he was looking at me as if I was a piece of meat! And no, I have no idea who he was and unlike you I don’t go jumping on every stranger who asks me out at work” You brushed Jadis off of you and started taking the dirty glasses back behind the counter to be washed, your friend hot on your heels not wanting to finish this conversation just yet.

“That was Cassian!” She continued, expression as if it should have been obvious to you who the Illyrian male was. “Good for him” you replied, no idea why it should matter to you who he was, clearly if Jadis and the few interested by standers in the cafe knew who he was he had quite the reputation in Velaris. Surely that mustn’t be a good thing.

“Cassian? Lord of bloodshed? General and Commander of the Night Court’s army?” She continued, seriously not convinced you could have absolutely no idea about him.

You snorted, “I’m sorry, no one actually has that many titles unless they’re from a book… or if they just have a very large ego”.

Jadis groaned, hands fisting her hair in exasperation, “Y/N he’s like totally hot and totally loaded and super important! And he was so checking you out!” You could tell all this was upsetting your friend who was most definitely hoping you were about to get some much needed action, but all you could do was shrug, “I’m sorry babe but I’m a romantic, it’s going to take more than pet names and a stupidly attractive face to gain my interest.”

Giving up, Jadis dropped her hands from her head in acceptance, disappointment clear on her face, “I know, but don’t come running back to me to complain how unsatisfied you are when that Illyrian god was basically throwing himself at you.”

After the topic of the male was dropped, your day continued as normal, whilst Jadis had promised not to bring it up again but you couldn’t help but notice the angry glances your friend kept throwing your way during the last few hours of your shift, distressed that you had let a man go who had seemed perfectly acceptable in her opinion.

At the end of your shift, in an attempt to get her to understand where you were coming from, you slid your book towards her, “Here. Read it and then maybe you’ll understand what I mean.” She picked it up, looking at the cover eyes bulging at the title, “Bound in chains? Really?”

“Trust me, sit down with a large glass of wine and read it. You’re going to love it!”

With that the two of you locked up the cafe, book secure in Jadis’s bag. You said your goodbyes at the door and headed your seperate ways, all thoughts of the handsome man from earlier in the day long gone. Upon your arrival at home, you wandered to your favourite room in the house, your library, wanting to select a new read to cosy up with for the evening.

Approaching your shelf that you reserved exclusively for books you had bought but had yet to read, you pulled one out by its spine, eyes glancing over the cover. The cover which bore the image of a large, well-muscled man, whose long brown hair flowed freely over his shoulders. Eyes blowing wide and blush returning to your cheeks you shoved the book back onto the shelf. Thoughts drifting back to the Illyrian with the same looks who had been flirting with you earlier. Maybe you’d be better off reading a safe fantasy book tonight. Or better yet a book that had no man in at all, although that would be a rare find in your library.

~~~~~

“I am a changed women”

Returning to work the next day, you were greeted by Jadis smiling, bouncing up and down on her feet, and holding your book in her hands.

“I take it you liked it then?”

“Liked it?”Jadis squealed, “it was like reading pure porn. I loved it”

You laughed along side her, of course Jadis would read an entire book and focus on the porn rather than the actual plot of it.

“Truly I did,” she continued, rushing about and gathering her things, “and I would love to stay behind now my shift has finished to talk about it but I have to go home and get ready for Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome, maybe tonight I can try out some of those moves I read about!” She winked at you, handing over your book before rushing out of the cafe with an excitable “Wish me luck!”

Work had been very quiet today, allowing you time to sit and read your newest book. After finishing a simple fantasy last night you were left unsatisfied by the lack of enjoyment it provided when it came to the physical romance. Needing more, you had selected one of the filthiest books you could find.

Engrossed in the pages, plot thickening by the minute, you were absorbed into the book. Only to be broken from its spell when the familiar chime rang of the bell rang out, signalling a customer had arrived. Rushing to finish the page before they reached the counter, your eyes flew over the words before you finally reached the end of the page. Enabling you to look up from behind your book only to see Cassian standing before you, lips formed into a cautious smile. As if unsure of how you’d react to his presence after yesterday.

“Coffee?” You ask, eyebrows raised, placing your book down before standing up from the stool you were sat on behind the counter.

“Please if you don’t mind, but don’t let me stop you from finishing ‘Fated Frenzy’… cauldron do women really read books like this?” Cassian exclaimed, picking up your book and flicking through the pages, holding it out of reach so you couldn’t snatch it back.

Clenching your fists together as you glared at him you replied, “well if only men knew how to actually please a woman then we wouldn’t have to.”

“Maybe you just haven’t found the right man then,” Cassian mumbled, focus still on the book that was dwarfed in his large hands. He must have reached a particularly risqué part as his eyes widened slightly, tongue peaking out from between his lips. Now as he spoke, reading from your book, he wore a large grin, “I mean not every man has a cock that looks as if it was sculpted by the gods themselves.”

You scowled, now managing to take hold of the book grasped in one of his large hands and snatched it back. “I’ve certainly never met a man like that” you replied as you slammed your book back onto the counter and moved off to make his coffee so he could leave you to read in peace.

“Don’t want to check sweetheart?” He teased from behind your back, clearly trying to get you as flustered as he had managed to yesterday. Pleased at your banter. Not wanting to give him what he wants, and definitely not wanting to turn around to see his stupidly handsome smirking face looking back at you, you replied from over your shoulder while you were busy finishing his drink, “it doesn’t take a fool to know the spymaster has a larger wingspan. Now his I’d like to see.”

You heard the catch of his breath, causing him to choke on air at what you had said, clearly not expecting your confident retort, and not saying anything at the discovery you do indeed know who he is all thanks to Jadis. Cheeks stretching into a grin of your own at his embarrassment, you turn and place his drink in front of him. Unlike yesterday, Cassian didn’t even attempt to reach for his money before asking, “Please, let me take you out somewhere nice”.

Your smile dropped, head shaking slowly, “What classes as nice in your books? Other than a quick fuck behind the back of the building.” This comment made Cassian’s eyebrows knit together, not happy with the impression you had of him. “What will it take for you to understand I’m serious? That I want to take you on a date to get to know you.” He sounded earnest you’d give him that.

“I don’t know ok! I just know that I’m not going to say yes to a man I don’t even know who asked me out while I was just doing my job.”

He stretched out his hand, trying to meet yours which was resting on the counter but you pulled away before any contact could be made. “I want to get to know you, if you’ll let me. Likes, dislikes, good bits, bad bits, everything.”

“I- I don’t know Cassian, I just don’t think this is going to work.”

“What will it take?” He begged, eyes desperate.

“For you to be like one of them” you said, nodding your head towards your book.

“An overly sexual alpha male?” He said, confused as to what you were actually referring to. This made a small laugh escape from your lips, “No that’s just a bonus. I’m sorry Cassian, I just dream about being swept of my feet by a man that acts like one of them. Romantic, sweet, not asking out every other woman they see.”

“I can be romantic” Cassian said defensively, “I can be incredibly romantic”

Wanting to get this interaction over with you decided just to agree with him. “I’m sure you can Cassian, no doubt there’s a very lucky woman waiting for you somewhere”.

You weren’t sure it was possible for his brows to furrow any more than they already were, “I’ll prove it to you. Prove that I’m all in on this. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on and I’m not going to let you go that easily.” Determined look plastered on his face Cassian grabbed his coffee and walked towards the door pulling the it open, bell chiming, and before he stepped outside he called back to you, “I’ll see you soon gorgeous, you better be ready for me” and with that Cassian left, the cafe silent apart from the bell still ringing, the sound helping you realise that Cassian was real and that interaction did actually happen.

It was only five minutes later, when your wild thoughts were tamed by another customer entering did you realise that Cassian never even paid for his drink.

~~~~~

“Y/N!” Cassian shouted bustling through the tables to reach you as he entered your work once more. Shock flooded your system, he had learnt your name from when you last spoke to him two days ago. After causing a ruckus, and spilling many drinks onto poor unsuspecting customers laps, he reached the counter where you were stood waiting for him.

“What are you-“ you started angrily, worried he would scare away valued customers. Though you were interrupted by Cassian whose arm, which was hiding behind his back, shot out revealing the largest bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen.

He held them out expectantly, waiting for you to take them but your suprise had you rooted to the spot. Familiar with your freezing by now, Cassian impatiently shook the bouquet in your face, movement bringing your thoughts back to the present. Still not taking them, not quite believing something so beautiful could be gifted to you, you spoke, “They’re lovely Cassian but you just cut right in front of Matilda who was here first!” Cassian’s features faltered as he dropped the bouquet in disappointment.

Matilda , the lovely little old fae who frequented your cafe, leaned around Cassian’s broad figure so she could see you, “it’s alright Y/N! Take the damn flowers and talk to the man!”

Cassian thanked the older women and stuck out the flowers once more. “For you,” he said encouragingly, willing you to accept the gift, “I told you I’d prove myself to you. I’m here for a date.” By this point you had been stood there for a ridiculous time causing your Jadis to stretch her arm past you and grab the flowers smirking as she says, “Thank you Cassian, they’re beautiful, Y/N loves them. Lillies are her favourite, how did you know?” Winking as she walked off with the bouquet it was clear Cassian has been getting some insider information from the mouth of your best friend.

The Illyrian nodded his head at your friend gratefully and you finally rediscovered the ability to speak, “Thank you, but if you’re here for a date I’m sorry I can’t help you, this is my work Cas, I have to do my job.”

“Pfft bit presumptuous I’m here for a date with you”

At that your face fell slightly before you quickly returned you expression to normal, not wanting Cassian to know his words had an effect on you. Surely he wouldn’t bring you flowers just to have a date with another woman in your workplace. Was this some twisted way to try and make you jealous?

Flirty expression on his face Cassian adjusted where he was stood and flung his arm around Matilda who began to blush, “Have to find out everything I can about you from my beautiful date Matilda here! One coffee for me and one of whatever my darling date would like” he said, making Matilda giggle before asking for her usual. Relief flooding you body, your lips twitched and you began to make their order, “my, my, Matilda. I have to say I expected better in your taste of men”.

“Woah woah no need to tell her,” Cassian joked, “don’t want this hot commodity to leave me for something better” he finished, winking at Morgana who looked as happy as if it was Solstice morning. Grabbing the finished drinks you had placed before him, he headed to a table, coming back once the drinks were down to walk Matilda to her chair, but not before placing his money on the counter, saying, “Moneys there for the other day by the way, I’ll speak to you later.”

Cassian must have sat talking with Matilda for hours, watched closely by you from the corner of your eye as you worked, customer after customer coming and going. Finally when the rush had died down and your shift was coming to an end, the two who had been huddled together gossiping over more than a few coffees, hot chocolates and cakes stood to take their leave. Or more accurately, Matilda was taking her leave. Cassian had said his goodbyes bending down to give Matilda a big hug and then scooped their empty plates and cups into his arms before walking towards you.

There wasn’t enough time for him to place the items down on the counter before you watched as Matilda lay a firm smack to his backside before giggling, “I’ll see you later hot stuff.” Lucky not to break any cups, Cassian jumped, flying forwards and dropping them all onto the counter before you, eyes terrified.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, placing the cups the right way up before checking on the male, “you alright there hot stuff?”

“Oh don’t even start. That woman’s got one strong slap” he whined, hand rubbing his ass to relieve some of the pain.

“Don’t act like that’s not how all your dates end” you goaded, cheeks twinging at the effort to stop yourself from bursting out laughing.

“Trust me gorgeous, if any of my actual dates ended like that I wouldn’t be complaining” he winked at you, all the while pulling a napkin out of its holder to help you clean his mess from the counter.

As you watched him clean, you couldn’t help but admire the way his brows slightly furrow when he’s concentration, noting the way his focused mouth tilts to once side, tongue slightly poking from between his lips. He was handsome there was no denying it.

“Will you walk me home?” You blurted, snapping your mouth shut and internally cursing yourself for asking such a ridiculous thing, digging yourself into an even deeper hole you continued, “it’s only that the flowers you got me are so big… and I have all my other things…and…uh..”

“Y/N, I would love to walk you home”

“Great! I’ll just um, go and grab my stuff”

You turned, heading towards the cloakroom, only to be met by Jadis, bag and bouquet in hand. She shoved them eagerly into your arms squealing, “go get him girl!” Hands pressed against your back, she forced you to move forwards until you were in front of Cassian, “don’t have too much fun you two” she said now guiding you both from the cafe, tripping and stumbling over each others feet as Jadis’s excitement led to some very firm shoving.

~~~~~

Once outside in one piece, no thanks to Jadis, Cassian plucked the flowers from your arms allowing you to swing the strap of your book-filled bag over your shoulders. Timidness now overcame you, what were you supposed to say to him now? Had asking him to walk you home seemed too desperate?

“So what are you reading now? Not another book about a poor sexually frustrated female?” He asked, breaking your panicked thoughts as he walked side by side with you.

“No sex this time,” you giggled lightly, “this one’s about a man who sacrificed his kingdom for his true love”

“You really like that stuff huh?” Cassian spoke softly to you, he sounded like he was truly interested in finding out exactly how your brain worked, “that true love and romantic gestures shit?”

“It’s not shit” you defended, “sometimes it helps me not feel so alone. Reading about all these grand gestures and things people do for the ones they love.”

Cassian cleared his throat awkardly, his hand which was not holding the flowers moving up to scratch at his head, “and you’re into that? Romantic gestures?”

“It’s hard not to be. Pretty sure it’s every girls dream to be swept of their feet and fall as deeply as characters do in books.” Cassian was nodding along to what you were saying but his eyes showed he was lost in thought. It was your turn to draw him from his head, “you never done anything romantic for your ladies Cas?”

His name on your lips seemed to work, the clouds of thought in his eyes fading as he turned his gaze from the road ahead to you, “I guess I’ve normally always thought that just me is enough”. He didn’t say this to be cocky or narcissistic, you could tell. You didn’t mean to make him feel shame over the situation, you had been genuinely curious. Perhaps a little jealous at the thought of Cassian putting in just as much work into chasing other women as he has been with you.

“That’s ok. I think romance is more reserved for the pages of books these days than in actual reality”

Not a fan of where this conversation had turned to Cassian did his best to lift the mood, “I’m not surprised you think that if all your books were like that one I caught you reading. Heck where are you meant to find a overprotective god of war with who hates everyone but the lowly daughter of an inventor and they go on to have insane - and totally not physically possible by the way- sex!”

You scrunched your face, “Cassian there’s no way you were able to get all that from one page…Oh cauldron! You read the book! You read Fatal Frenzy!”

As if only now realising what he said to you, a flustered Cassian tried to provide you with lame excuses as to how he knew that information until it was clear you weren’t going to let it go. After about five minutes of listening to your constant prodding, poking and teasing as you walked, Cassian caved, “Fine! Fine, I read it ok. I was curious as to how he was going to put his god level cock to use!”

By this point you were full on cackling, having to stop your walking to put a hand on your stomach at the thought of this mountain of a man sitting down to read a devilishly smutty book. “I have to say”, you gasped out in-between giggles, “I’m surprised you can even read”.

Cassian acted out the most overdramatic reaction to your words, his hands flew to his heart, bouquet still in his grasp, and released loud, exaggerated noises of pain and cries of just how horrible you were. People had began to stop in the street, wondering why the Lord of Bloodshed was acting as though he had just been shot. Rolling your eyes and wanting the attention off the two of you, you elbowed his side prompting him to stop, “careful you’ll crush my flowers if you die any wilder.”

Charming grin of his face, Cassian looked down at you, “we wouldn’t want that would we? Not when a super hot guy went through the effort of finding out your favourite flowers for you.”

“You’re crazy” you said in dismissal, continuing to walk in the direction of your home.

“Your kind of crazy?” A hopeful tone in Cassian’s voice.

“I haven’t quite decided yet” you said honestly. You couldn’t deny that Cassian was already proving himself to you more than any man has. No one had ever bought you flowers before and no male had ever attempted to read a book you were reading for your attention.

“Well you just let me know when you do” Even the way Cassian looked at you made you melt.

“You’ll be the first” gentle smile on your face. Nerves building in you once more as you thought about what going further with the man next you you would entail.

Content to let you walk lost in your thoughts, Cassian didn’t try to force any conversation. A natural peace fell between the two of you, the silence not an awkward one. It wasn’t until you neared the outside of your house that you broke the silence, “Well, this is me”.

Nodding Cassian passed you the bouquet. For the first time you looked at the flowers and really admired them, admired the fact this man had gone out his way to go to your friend and make sure he got your favourite ones.

“Thank you Cassian,” you said, laying a kiss onto his stubbled cheek, “they’re beautiful.”

Cassian’s usual confidence gone, it was his turn to blush. Shyly, he tried his luck again, “so about that date?”

You walked over to your door, pulling out your key, turning back to Cassian, twinkle in your eyes, you said, “ask me again tomorrow”.

“That wasn’t a no!” He said, confidence rushing back into him. As you entered your house and peaked through the window behind your curtains you couldn’t help but watch Cassian, beam on his face, as he jumped on the spot. A small celebration that you hadn’t fully rejected him once more. A matching grin on your face as you observed him, you stayed watching until he took off from the ground, large angelic wings spread, wondering what in Prythian was this man doing to you and what sinful things you’d like to do with those wings.

~~~~~

You were sorely disappointed over the course of the next week. Since that evening Cassian had walked you home to the cafe he had not returned. Jadis tried to keep your thoughts positive, saying he was probably away on important Night Court business, being the General of its army and all. After being the one to speak to Cassian about you she was adamant that he was undoubtedly in love with you and he wouldn’t leave you hanging.

It was hard though, when the eighth day of his absence rolled round, not to think that he had found someone more interesting to pursue. Someone who didn’t make him work as hard for their affections. Your mood was so glum that you didn’t even have the heart to read. Why read about love when you’re not sure you believe in it anymore?

You had spent days wondering what you had done wrong. Had you been too forward? Or did he find your obsession with males that weren’t real a little too bizarre? You did your best not to dwell on it but it was so hard not to, the flowers you had placed in a vase on the side table in your library, right next to your reading chair, still flourished beautifully, a constant reminder of the man who crashed into your life only to leave it in shambles.

So here you were, sat on the stool in the cafe, your thoughts being the only thing to keep you busy due to your sudden lack of interest in reading. It had been another quiet day, but it wasn’t long now until Jadis would arrive, you had opened the cafe for her after she asked for a favour so she could spend the night at Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome’s, who’s name you had learnt was Arthur. Happy that even if your love life was crumbling, at least Jadis’s was blooming. However, you were thankful you weren’t actually supposed to be working today, not sure if you could survive another shift listening to her unintentionally boast about how perfect Arthur was and how good he is at sex.

So you sat there and waited for her arrival, desperate to go home and crawl into your bed. Without your typical reading to do, you found yourself spending most of your free time sleeping, wasting away the hours you didn’t know what to do with yourself in.

It was finally an hour after the time she had promised to be in for, when Jadis flew into the cafe, bell ringing aggressively at her sudden entrance. Running to where you were at the counter, coat and bags in hand, she was profusely apologising over and over for her tardiness.

“You must have had a good night with Mr Handsome” you teased, trying not to let your slight annoyance at you still being here show. Confusion flashed across her face before she quickly corrected it in realisation, “Oh yeah! Totally great sex, every woman’s dream. Hugeeee dick.”

Opening your mouth, ready to ask her about her odd behaviour, she pulled you from your stool before you could talk. Dragging you out from behind the work area, saying “Come on Y/N it’s your day off, don’t want to be here any longer than you have to be!”

Now you defiantly knew something was off, Jadis typically keeping you an hour in-between shifts to catch you up on everything that has happened since the day before. “Jadis, what’s going on?” You asked cautiously, had something happened between her and Arthur? No. Jadis would definitely tell you if that was the case, or maybe she just didn’t want to make you any more depressed than you already were. Still in that strange tone of voice, Jadis kept pushing you to leave, “Nothings wrong! I’m fine. Now leave, you still have the whole day to do something, go read one of your smut books!”

This confirmed she was definitely hiding something, knowing that you haven’t picked up a book for the past week after listening to your incessant complaining about the matter. If you weren’t so desperate to leave and go rot in bed for the rest of the day you would have stayed and forced whatever it is she was hiding out of her. You decided that was tomorrow’s job, when you had a nice six hour shift together where she couldn’t avoid your pestering.

Shrugging on your coat and promising to yourself you’d find out what she was dodging tomorrow, you left the cafe. Turning your head around to look back through the windows only to be met with Jadis and her crazed eyes watching, as if making sure you were walking in the direction of your house. Unsettled, you followed the streets leading home, praying to the Mother that your friend was alright and you weren’t about to have to kill a man for upsetting her.

Finally, you arrived at your door, turning the key in the lock you were startled to discover the door was already unlocked. You were exhausted when you left that morning but you could have sworn you weren’t so tired that you’d risk your property and your safety like that.

Fear now coursing through your veins, you quietly pushed your door open, scared you would alert anyone in your house that you were there and something bad would ensue. The fae lights in your hallway were all lit, softly casting a warm glow over your home. You stepped inside, and instead of your foot meeting the usual plush of your carpet it was met with a slight crunch.

Casting your eyes to the ground you gasped. There were hundreds of rose petals scattered across your floor, leading towards each of your rooms. Following the trail, you made it through to the entrance of your living room, if your jaw dropped any lower you were sure it’d hit the floor.

The entire room looked as if it had been covered in a red blanket, a sea of roses covering the entirety of your room to the point where you couldn’t actually see anything that wasn’t a deep shade of red.

By this point your heart was pounding in your chest and you were sure you could feel your eyes watering, the hundreds of roses placed around you getting blurrier and blurrier. But there was no sign of the man you were sure had placed them.

Turning around you sped into each of your rooms, wanting nothing more than to find Cassian and throw your arms around him. Each room the same as the last, filled to the brim with the most beautiful roses. Lillies may once have been your favourite flowers but you think the kind-hearted man, who had wormed his way into your heart, may have just changed your mind. Roses were perfect.

Still no Illyrian insight you flung open the door to your library. Room decorated just as over the top as the others. And there in the centre of it all, sat waiting for you to return home, is Cassian. He stood quickly, treading on some of the flowers placed by his feet.

“How?” You asked, voice cracking as you tried to hold the tears at bay.

“It wasn’t easy, Jadis let me in.” Cassian said lightheartedly from where he stood across the room, too far from you for your liking, “I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long. I wanted to do this the day after we last spoke but I guess I didn’t actually think about the logistics of getting thousands of roses delivered.”

You stayed silent, heart overwhelmingly filled with love for the man before you, the man who had spent the past week getting a thousand roses just to ask you on a date. Taking your silence for something bad, Cassian began to ramble, “My brother Azriel - the spymaster - he helped too…I wanted to make sure it’d be done in time. It’s a mess I get it, I’m sorry, I’ll clear it all out for you I just-“

You cut him off, tears now flowing freely down your red hot cheeks, hands trembling, “it’s perfect Cassian. Nobody…nobody has ever done anything like this for me” At the sign of your tears Cassian made to make his way towards you but was stopped by the fact he just didn’t know where to place his foot without ruining all his hard work.

“Clearly I didn’t think this through very well” he mumbled, arms out to keep him balanced and preventing him from falling. Not wanting to spend a minute more away from him after having to suffer through a whole week, you ran, roses be damned right into his arms. Throwing yourself at his muscled body as he caught you, pulling you close to his chest in midair.

“You’re crazy!” you exclaimed, head tucked into his neck as you rested it on his shoulder.

Cassian placed you down gently, arms still wrapped tightly around your waist but he wanted to look into your eyes for this, “your kind of crazy?” His eyes held that same hopeful desperation that they had when he last asked you out.

“Hell yeah” and with that you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and connected his lips to yours.

The kiss was like nothing you had ever read before in one of your books. It was everything and more. A fire ignited within you, burning hotter and hotter and you just kept needing more. Cassian the fuel to your fire and you were sure that as long as you had him with you it was a flame that would never die out.

It was a messy clash of teeth and tongues, both of you uncaring of how sloppily and uncoordinated were kissing. All you knew was you needed each other like the pages of a book needed ink. You kissed and you kissed, hands wandering until you weren’t sure which parts belonged to Cassian and which to yourself.

The need to breathe forgotten, you continued. Hands running over his back which was rippled in muscles before reaching around his neck, holding onto him tightly as he picked you up once more.

It was only when the need for air was so overwhelming that you had no other option to pull away that you did. Heads pressed together, lips still slightly touching, a trail of saliva linking the two of you together. Cassian continued to hold you in his arms as if you were nothing but a feather, catching his breath he finally began to speak, “So about that date then?”

You giggled, pulling him even closer to you by his neck and laying a soft peck on his lips before drawing away to give your answer, Cassian’s mouth chasing after yours, “If this is how you ask me, I can’t wait to see what you have planned for our first date. Hopefully you don’t ignore me for a month whilst you prepare.”

Barking out a laugh Cassian placed you on the floor of roses, holding your hands to ensure you didn’t stumble. He looked around the room, proud smile adorning his face, he first took in the roses which he had took so long in prepping, screaming at Azriel when he hadn’t placed them down as he had pictured in his head. His gaze then swept your shelves, hundreds of books upon them.

“Ever read about this in one of your books?”

“Nope this is definitely a first”

His eyes landed on the book resting on your table, right next to the vase full of lilies he had originally given you, title in gold lettering along the front of the cover. Fated Frenzy. The book he had read because of you. You laughed as you spotted what he was staring at, his eyes travelling back to you, running up your body with hunger before finally settling on your eyes.

“You into roleplay gorgeous?”

With those words he smashed his lips back onto yours. The promise of an exciting night ahead.

Here, standing in your library entwined with the Illyrian you decided all those characters you have read about were lacking in one thing you never even knew you needed.

They weren’t Cassian.

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Notes: You have no idea how much I wanted to finish this fic with “And so Cassian did” lol

Happy Valentines <3

#acotar #fanfic #cassian fic #cassian imagine #cassian x reader #cassian #cassian oneshot #a court of thorns and roses #acotar imagine

[kaladinkholins]

Taigen x Mizu mentioned in the The Making of Netflix’s “Blue Eye Samurai”

Taken from the livestream organised by Gnomon

Jane Wu:

Next slide, Taigen...

Brian Kesinger:

Everyone's favourite samurai, uh, Taigen. Uh, so, he was designed a bit over the top. The, the, peak of male samurai, even down to the quite prodigious hair bun, which he doesn't have on screen for much. Uh, but, um, he is the visual opposite of Mizu, right, so it was fun to kinda let her design dictate what his design should be, and, you know, I think that, you know, especially for all you Taigen x Mizu fans out there, I think that might be one of the reasons why he's attracted to her. Um, or in my brain, he's attracted to her, uh, is because she is who she wants to be, and doesn't have to put on airs. Uh, and that's a lesson that he has to learn and he literally, I mean, it's on the nose but, he lets his hair down. And that's the start of his journey of discovery, um, which he needs to go. He's, he's got a lot of growing still left to do. Um—

Jane Wu:

I also think he has a, has a talent—he has like a... sword crush on her right, he has like a martial arts crush on her, yeah. Talent crush, yeah.

Brian Kesinger:

Right, yeah. Talent crush. Yes. Yes, for sure.

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For context, Jane Wu is Blue Eye Samurai's supervising director and Producer, while Brian Kesinger is the lead character designer. Others presenting for this livestream were production designer Toby Wilson and art director Emil Mitev.

#WE GOT SOME CRUMBS YALLLLLLL #taigen x mizu #mizu x taigen #taimizu #taizu #blue eye samurai #taigen #mizu #fandom.rtf #shut up haydar #EDITED WITH THE FULL SEGMENT OF THIS DISCUSSION #like i LOVE absolutely LOVE how taigen's segment is almost fully dedicated to his relationship with mizu right #because akemi and ringo are their own individual characters #but taigen is not!! he is literally made as a complement to mizu. literally his DESIGN is DICTATED by HERS #literally supporting all my meta analyses about how taigen exists to support mizu. everything he does and is revolves around HER!!! #remember my post where i said taigen exists to be mizu's accenting colour. yeah. that. #also right after this they actually mentioned how taigen's colour is green RIGHT NOW to symbolise youth (ie growth) #trust he's gonna get a colour scheme change into orange eventually #orange = colour of his scarf. colour he wore as a child. complementary colour of BLUE

[toffeecoco1]

earlier i was trying to find the scene where sqq first meets lqg and i somehow managed to pan to EXACTLY the first page of that scene in my ebook copy

anyway, why is sqq?? so fucking funny??

the first thing he says to us upon seeing lqg’s face:

Fuck! Of all people, he had to meet that guy! Before, he’d wanted to help, but now all he wanted was to flee for his life.

It was too late. The person in white swung his head around, having already detected his presence.

In any other state, Shen Qingqiu might have declared, “What a beautiful man!” But a man could be as beautiful as he wanted, and if he glared at you with crimson eyes and bulging veins, you’d scramble to kneel, okay?!

he’s running at you and you’re thinking about how beautiful he is….

after he saves lqg and starts telling us about bai zhan peak and the fandom:

In his headcanon, Liu Qingge had been a sharp and manly man, powerful and magnificent. A war god, right?!

Shen Qingqiu looked down at that face, as beautiful as a fine woman’s, and his dreams shattered and died. The fantasies he’d always held, destroyed.

fantasies????? you’ve fantasised about a sharp, powerful, magnificent manly man??

Undefeatable in battle, an arrogant disposition, and an attractive face. With Bing-ge around, a second character in the same mold was unnecessary. No wonder “Great Master” Airplane had offed him so early.

This is the real reason I went looking for this scene. It’s… a stallion novel. The appearance of male side characters isn’t overwhelmingly important to the target audience. Had lqg showed up, his appearance probably would barely have been described?? Literally only YOU keep thinking “wow this man is almost as beautiful as binghe… how is that even possible….”

It hadn’t occurred to Shen Qingqiu in the moment, but as he thought about it now, how might saving this person impact Luo Binghe’s satisfaction points?

definitely. but not in the ways you’d think :)

Shen Qingqiu continued to pat his back. “Liu-shidi, to tell you the truth, lately Shixiong has been in seclusion, and he’s come to realize many things,” he said earnestly. “Seeing you at death’s door, a beauty fading—ahem, dying so young, it brought back so many memories. Shixiong is deeply ashamed and filled with regret.”

and of course, his iconic top-tier bullshitting to try and be friends with lqg now. so focused on lqg’s appearance he says it out loud!!!

anyway i love sqq, the repressed idiot. trying to convince himself that binghe is the exception and he doesn’t like men, when that is so clearly not the case 😂

#svsss #shen qingqiu #liushen #liu qingge #scum villain’s self saving system

[bylightofdawn]

I've made it to Season 3 of Due South, and I'm trying to not be an obnoxious slash shipper wearing her shipping goggles 24/7 but holy fuck balls, these two.

I actually enjoy Fraser/Detective Thatcher and definitely saw some major sparks and UST with them through S2 but S3 comes around and in the span of 5 episodes, Kowalski has asked Fraser if he thinks he's attractive. (from the POV of Fraser being a woman) and now in episode 5, they are walking down the hallway and Ray is ecstatic because he thinks Fraser has given him the win over this argument he's having with Thatcher and Welsh.

Kowalski: I love you, Fraser.

Fraser: And I you, Ray.

Kowalski: -clearly taken aback- No not literally, I mean symbolically or something.

Fraser: No, I know. Thank you.

The way he quickly glances over at Kowalski and then away again with a blank face? Sends me.

But even taking out the shipping overtones, can we talk about how Fraser is completely comfortable just telling his male best friend he loves him without any ridiculous postering or even having to make qualifying statements like Ray does? Because Gods forbid a man tell his best friend he loves him???

Also this show is from the mid-90s at the peak of toxic masculinity culture and the rule of no-homo?

Sure, they do have that one absolutely infamous scene where Kowalski freaks out because Fraser gives him mouth-to-mouth to save his life, but again, I feel like his reaction made to lampshade Fraser's much more laid-back attitude about the whole thing.

Which kinda flips the whole no-homo context on its head. Something the show does a lot. LOL

#el watches #due south #fraser/kowalski #benton fraser #ray kowalski

[whitemancumslut]

PREVIEW

best friends brother x fem!reader

Tell Me What You Fantasize About (Pt. 1)

"Always knew you were such a slut."

Warning for when posted: 18+, BestFriendsBrother!Harry, Male and Fem Received; Oral, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Year Age Gap

"They're just boobs, Harry. Wanna touch 'em?"

The words roll of her tongue like it was nothing.

Harry's words got stuck in his throat. He swallowed down hard looking back up at the girl before him. With black and red plaid pajamas from her old Christmas set, her crop-thin strapped tank stopped just at the curve in her sides.

His cock twitched in his pants when his nasty thoughts about his sister's best friend kicked in. He swallowed his groan not sure if he heard the words correctly.

Yes, he grew up with Y/n but she hadn't always made him like this. Ever since she's hit the ripe age of 15/16 Harry's saw her more than just her sisters best friend. When she began to grow up, crop tops, short shorts, thin bikinis came. Her body also changed, which he’d hate to admit he loved. He found the way she grown so confident of her body over the years was very sexy. Every time he saw her it was very appealing clothing that he had dreamt of tearing off.

Whatever it was, something definitely changed. He changed too. Along the year, tattoo after tattoo, Y/n was more and more attracted. The biceps grew, his abs began to peak and actually harden. Y/n always had a thing for his best friends brother and she could tell the way Harry stared at her like he wanted to literally devour her, he felt the tension.

It was hard to ignore the burning desire to have him just one moment but she couldn’t help it. In this moment, with it just being them she definitely took advantage of the moment.

He hadn't notice he had been staring at her body since she walked in on him getting a glass of water. Harry stood there shirtless, his shorts just below his tatted waist line, his chest raising quicker than it was 10 minutes ago.

"I- uh-"

"What?" He finally spit out a word making the girl before him smile.

"Oh come on, Harry. Stop acting like you haven't been staring at me and my body since I've been here." Y/n stood in front of him trying her hardest not to be intimidated by his large figure. Trying to keep this new found confidence.

Harry was soon to realize this moment was reality and this was actually happening. "I'm not gon' stand here and lie and say I haven't been fantasizing about it either," He mumbled quietly as if he was shy.

A smirk formed on her face, "Fantasizing huh?"

"About me? Oh please, continue," She smirked pressing her palms to his bare chest. Pressing lightly to feel his hard pecs, letting her hand travel down and over his permanent butterfly inked skin. Placing her bottom between her teeth she giggled lightly when Harrys breath hitched.

"Tell me what you fantasize about?"

#harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles x y/n #dom!harry #subbry #sub!harry #dom harry styles #sun!harry x dom!reader #harry styles hot #harry styles instagram #harry styles step brother #stepbrother!harry #stepdad!harry #dad!harry #dadrry #dilfrry #harrys house

[idontwantmyfollowerstofindthis]

I really don't get attraction to whitney ESPECIALLY if they're um male

Like honestly i feel like this guy would peak in high school and like it's only downfall from there and fucker would probably ruin any of your aspirations or potential for growth just to keep you on his level he will literally ruin your life HE ALSO TRAFFICS YOUR ASS H E L L O????? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU MAKE KYLAR'S KIDNAPPING LOOK GOOD

At least kylar could be manipulated like omgggg kylarrrrr that would be sooooo attractive if you showered THIS FUCKER ON ANOTHER HAND?????? Menace to society

Also i don't believe that he would turn out decent parent figure in fact i think he will be a wifebeater

Srry whitney stans i just. He just completely misses the mark for me i honestly would be happy to have dismissal event where he fucking kills himself while player watches

#degrees of lewdity #dol #needed to vent these thoughts BADLY. #also i don't hate whitney's presence in plot in fact i think it's great for conflict! #but his presence as a love interest.....ughhhhhhhhhh #and on behalf of fem whitney #i headcanon her character as more like nicole from class of 09 #still toxic but more entertaining #he actually might be more complex than whatever the fuck i wrote but #who cares? not me #and side-note y'all draw him too damn attractive #i need tag for text posts

[generic-anime-boy-bracket]

Round 1, Group B: Matchup 3

Makoto Naegi vs Kirito

Reasons for being generic + Propaganda below

Makoto Naegi

Reasons:

BOOOORING GENERGIC FLUFFY BROWN HAIR. BOOOO. BORING!

Lol he is literally normal in a group of weirdos . His only defining traits are an ahoge and green jacket. If you put him in a room of generic anime boys he would Not stand out. He would be lost :(

sorry for submitting a danganronpa character but his whole thing is that he's average. he says at the beginning of the game that even among the average, he's completely average. he's the one character in the game who doesn't have a real talent, having only have gotten into hope's peak academy because of luck, being the ultimate lucky student

Look at him. His talent is luck. Literally. Only normal person at the academy because he's literally just some guy and everyone else is "the best of the best" at something. Spends a lot of the first chapter (and a little of the next ones) being like "I'm literally just some guy"

He is a highschool student who describes himself as average in everything, liking whatever's popular, has messy brown hair and a hoodie, and is the protagonist despite only getting into the situation in-game out of luck. He gets two female love interests, he is the ultimate generic anime-style protagonist. He does become less average in the finale of danganronpa v1 and danganronpa v2, but until then he is the most generic boy one can be, and that generic boy swag is what somehow gets him women.

That's the #1 thing people know about him. His whole thing is that he's just A Guy. He's what you think of when you think of generic anime protagonist. He's got the power of friendship. He's handheld by the smarter/more powerful characters to a point where it's unnecessary but still ends up the leader because he has Hope and Believes in his Friends. He's just a decent guy! Also, my favorite character.

I mean. C'mon. His entire introduction is surrounding the fact that he's so average and boring that even among average people he'd be considered too average, his character development is the usual "With the power of friendship we can overcome anything!!!!", and his personality is that "nice mc with no backbone" type. He even has that generic anime dub voice

Propaganda:

he's pretty funky

he's so silly tbh that's all also i actually like him more than hajime

He's bisexual and a short king (who is unfazed by the fact that he is short; unlike many characterswho are short he never mentions it once and I'm 98% sure that if someone else brought it up he'd just be like "ok...?"), also a very decent guy

He acts pretty adorable, and I find it hilarious how other characters outshine him in protagonist potential, which makes him an even more fun protagonist in my opinion.

His whole thing is that he's just A Kid in a peer group of what's basically super-kids. He's the epitome of what you think of when you think of generic male anime protagonist: - He's got the power of friendship. - He's handheld by the smarter/more powerful characters to a point where it's unnecessary. - Acts as the polite straight man to the insane personalities around him in an "well... whatever you say then 😅" kinda way. - Obviously in way over his head but still ends up the leader because he has Hope and Believes. - Also because he is the main/POV character and so inexplicably gets to figure out and survive things. - He has a little sister and parents who look just as generic as him.

he is also portrayed to be clumsy and flustered easily. Which feels like a very Generic Anime Teenager trait to have.

Kirito

Reasons:

He is mr short black hair audience insert power fantasy himself. There isn't really that much to him aside from being strong in the game and a "lone wolf" who attracts multiple girls.

Look at him face, completely plain black hair, completely basic face. He doesn’t even have like a cool scar or anything.

progenitor of the entire species

KIRITO GOTTA BE HERE KIRITO IS THE MAN YOU'LL SEE EVERYWHERE HE'S THE MOST AVERAGE GENERIC LOOKING BOY EVER I DIDNT EVEN WATCH SAO BUT I SEE KIRITO EVERYWHERE IT'S UNCANNY MOST ISEKAI ANIMES HAVE KIRITO IN HE'S MANDATORY

I've watched all 4 seasons of the show and I genuinely would not be able to pick him out in a lineup of other black haired teenage anime boys

Every season a new isekai comes out and every season the main character looks just like kirito. I can’t tell em apart. Truly just some guy.

THE cookiecutter anime boy MC ever. he INVENTED generic anime boy (unsourced claim) 

I don't like him but he's literally just a stand-in for any gamer ever lmao. "Yeah I was in the beta test" "If I were put into a VR MMO that could kill me i simply wouldn't die" etc

You literally CANNOT get more generic than this man. He's got the generic messy bowl haircut. He has black hair. Black/grey eyes. He's the main character. He has no personality. He's got zero emotions. But all the girls love him. He is LITERALLY the introductory character to the isekai genre for an entire generation of mediocre white weebs. 

Main character with secret op ability. Hero of the game. "Lowkey" got a harem. Wears all black cuz he's the black sheep/ostracized. He's 16.

Look at him. He's so boring. Hes just the edgelord protagonist. Throw him in a bowl with the others and i doubt i could even pick him out

Look at him. All black outfit , the generic harem lead self insert haircut, also no personality but that’s irrelevant. 

I mean look at the man! I'm literally just here seconding what i assume are tons of other votes. 

Literally THE generic isekai protagonist. Has no real defining features, no distinct personality aside from being edgy and """badass""" and having a love interest. He is notorious for this. Not an asshole, but not really likeable either. Standard messy black hair, high schooler (I think? its been a while since ive watched SAO and i dont plan on watching it again), looks like any other plain dude. He is so boring and he sucks as a protagonist because of this.

Literally just some dude with black hair who ends up in a harem somehow

They are the blueprint for generic anime boys made for viewers to project onto 

Short black hair, black eyes, pale skin- average Japanese teenager

Propaganda:

Kirito swordartonline my beloathed >:(((( He and his show inspired so many generic isekais with even more generic main characters

He’s so plain. When I was into sao at 12 years old, I would routinely mistake fanart of other characters for him. Very basic design. Terrible show but his ggo design was the best, and that’s because they gave him long hair! But then they immediately took it away, so he could remain a complete blank slate.

I think I accidentally wrote the propaganda above. I actually never watched SAO but Kirito... Kirito is an archetype y'know?

He's dumb and boringly OP but loves his girlfriend and pseudo daughter very much so good for him

I never watched sword art past episode 3 but I couldn’t Not submit him

i have none, honestly im not even a fan of him he is literally just the most generic man i have ever seen in an anime 

he was pretty cool in ms/hs

I love him and he's perfect just don't watch past the first season shhhhh (i mean i actually liked the whole show, but you have to look past some very questionable writing decisions). He is sweet and badass and cares so much for asuna and their relationship is the shining star of all isekais. I love him. Vote for him

Just... extremely bland. The white bread of anime protagonists. He's perfect for this poll imo.

There are some good characters in SAO like Asuna, Sinoh, Alice, and Eugeo but this man gets more boring as the show goes on. Like he's okay in the first season but the girls literally had to save him during Alicitzation.

I don’t even like him but I still think he’s significant <3 

Idk SAO was my first anime so nostalgia

#generic anime boy bracket #makoto naegi #naegi makoto #danganronpa #kirito #sao #sword art online

[veysxrge]

My Sunshine (M.R)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Word Count: 1240

Warnings: None

Pairings: Thomas x Newt (romantic)

AU: Barista x Tattoo Artist, Modern AU

-

It had been two days since Thomas came by, Newt was a bit sad but he tried not to think about it. He was allowed his life, but… It was the third day and Newt was already going on his lunch with no sign of the attractive brunet.

Newt hung up his apron and left the staff room, smiling at Zart as the male organized the coffee beans. “Care to make me your special, mate?”

Zart grinned, motioning towards Clint to finish his task before moving to the register, “You know I always love making that for you Newtie.” He cooed as he typed in the order on the computer.

“Oh shut your mush,” Newt said, grinning before he took his wallet out to pay, only for Zart to shake his head.

“Don’t you dare, I’m repaying you for lunch last Saturday.” He said and before Newt could react, Zart put his phone on the reader and the drink was paid for.

“Bloody hell, Zart. You know you don’t have to do all that.” Zart shook his head and motioned for him to go.

“Nah, I got it. Now go get comfy, you only have an hour before it’s back to prison- I mean work.” Newt chuckled but moved to sit in the corner of the room and opened his book. He was currently reading a mystery novel about a wannabe detective and an actual detective solving a family massacre.

After a few minutes Zart placed a cup down, which Newt said cheers to, but they didn’t start any conversation. So Newt returned to his book. He barely had gotten to the next chapter when he heard someone sit across from him.

Newt glanced up, pleasantly surprised to see Thomas sitting in front of him with a soft smile, “Thomas.”

Thomas’ smile got a bit wider when Newt said his name, “Hey Sunshine, looks like I caught you on a break this time, huh?”

Newt grabbed his bookmark and closed his book so he could give Thomas his full attention, “I guess you have.” He said, a smile peeking through as he looked at Thomas.

“So, what’re you reading?” Thomas inquired, leaning his arms on the table as Newt glanced at the book.

“It’s called Detective Files. It’s about a wannabe detective and an actual Detective trying to solve a murder mystery.” Newt said, smiling a bit at the fact that Thomas wanted to know what he was doing.

“Ooh, that actually sounds pretty interesting. I may check it out myself.” Thomas said, a smile of his own threatening to peak out.

Newt seemed to beam at that, he loved giving people suggestions on books, he loved to read so he always had suggestions. “I think you’ll love it, Tommy. Guaranteed!”

Tommy raised his eyebrows, seeming surprised at the sudden nickname but didn’t say anything about it, “Glad to know it has the Sunshine stamp of approval, wouldn’t want to be led astray now.” He said with a grin, taking another sip of his cappuccino.

Newt laughed a bit, crossing his arms, “Where did Sunshine come from, anyways?” He finally asked the question that had been itching his brain for the entire week.

“Well, you’re blond and your face lights up whenever you smile. You look like a literal ball of sunshine.” Thomas said, tilting his head a bit as he explained, “I think it fits, honestly.”

Newt felt his cheeks warm, but he quickly composed himself as he gave Thomas a genuine smile, “Well, I fancy it. S’pose I have more than one reason to be glad that my name tag broke.”

Thomas chuckled at that, “Do I ever get to know the mysterious Sunshine’s name?”

Newt thought for a second, “Well-” Before he could say anything he heard his alarm start to ring. He let out an annoyed sigh as he shut it off before throwing Thomas an apologetic smile, “Maybe another time, Sunshine’s gotta get back to work.”

Thomas seemed to deflate a bit but he nodded, understanding, “I should be heading back as well, anyways. Good luck, Sunshine.” He said, standing up as he gave Newt a salute and a wink.

“Bye Tommy.” Newt said, smiling as he walked over to the counter, keeping an eye on Thomas as he left the shop.

-

Thomas just about fell through the door of the tattoo shop with a grin on his face. Teresa was at the desk again, this time talking to the apprentice whose name Thomas still couldn’t remember. But he didn’t care at the moment, walking over and placing Teresa’s drink down, “He called me Tommy.”

Teresa glanced at him with a raised eyebrow while the apprentice just cocked her head to the side in confusion. “And you didn’t murder him?”

“No, surprisingly enough. I actually liked him calling me that, am I going insane?” Teresa let out a laugh of disbelief before turning back to the apprentice.

“He has a crush on one of the baristas over at the Glade.” The apprentice nodded, grinning a bit.

“Didn’t know you swung that way, always assumed you’d be straight.”

“I’m bi, but I can understand you thinking I was straight.” Thomas said before holding his hand out, “Don’t think we’ve been properly introduced, Thomas.”

The apprentice took his hand, “Sonya, nice to properly meet you.” It looked like she was going to say something else but Aris called her over to his station, “Hate to leave this convo early but duty calls, I wish you luck with your barista boy.”

Thomas nodded, sending her a salute before looking at Teresa again. “To answer your original question, you’re either insane or this nameless barista already has you wrapped around his finger without even realizing it.”

“I’m not surprised…” Thomas leaned his head on his hand before smiling a bit, “He likes to read, I caught him on break today.”

“Oh really? Maybe he can teach you how to read.” Teresa said, taking a sip of her coffee after.

“Oh shut it.” Thomas adjusted so he could drink his own coffee, “I asked for his actual name but it seems he’s enjoying this little thing we have right now.”

Before Teresa could respond Sonya was back at the desk, “Oh my god, I almost forgot but Newt said he’s down for getting a tattoo.”

Teresa seemed to perk up, “Your brother? You finally convinced him?”

“Yeah, but he won’t let me do it since I’m still an apprentice so can I get the thingy that has all the artists work in it?”

“Yeah, here give me a second.” Teresa opened one of the drawers and rummaged around a bit before grabbing a folder, “The order is Minho, Gally, Thomas, Aris, and then Harriet.”

Sonya grabbed it and thanked her before walking away. “Why did she have to convince her brother to get a tattoo?”

“He’s always wanted one but never could find the artist that has a style he likes.” Thomas nodded, understanding that much, “She’s been bugging him to look at the people here since you all have a lot of different styles. Especially you and Aris, your styles look nothing like how you look.”

“That makes sense, does he live around here?” Thomas asked, just wanting to know about this Newt guy. He might be tattooing him.

“I’m pretty sure. I think he’s a barista, don’t know where though.” Thomas nodded and that’s where the conversation ended.

#maze runner #newt #newt the maze runner #newtmas #the maze runner #thomas #thomas maze runner #thomas the maze runner #newt tmr #thomas tmr #coffee shop au #au #modern au #teresa tmr #teresa the maze runner #zart tmr #sonya the maze runner #sonya tmr

[oncemorewithqueering-tv]

twin peaks sexuality headcanons

warning: very long

my god do I have THINGS to say about this show and 99 of them are about albert

so I thought before my feed is entirely twin peaks, I’d give my thoughts on the Outrageous Gay Tension of this show with some context

also ignore my handwriting, I’m very sick at the moment and have taken a lot of paracetamol (be more responsible than me kids)

spoilers for all 3 seasons, sorry

DALE COOPER

he/him

transmasc (FTM)

bisexual

listen. listen. trucoop is real rosencoop is real it’s all real. i love coop more than i can describe (which is weird considering I’m gay) and i heavily head cannoned him as trans and bi the second he drove onto my screen. i think he’d prefer men but women are also his cup of tea, or coffee rather. anyway he deserved better and he deserved to give Harry a little kiss.

HARRY TRUMAN

he/him

cisgender male

bisexual

i originally would have said Harry was gay, but I’m not a big fan of relationship erasure. yes, he is with josie. that’s why he’s bi.

i think Harry would have had a crush on some guys at school but would have bottled it down, until coop came to town, and he suddenly had a gay crisis. if i had to pinpoint a moment, i would say his initial realisation would have been when coop steals his nose (best scene) and he would have come to terms with it by the end of season 1.

even harry is not immune to the eyes of Dale cooper.

LAURA PALMER

she/they

cisgender female (but questioning her identity)

biromantic lesbian

first up, I’d like to give my consolidation to Laura palmer and anyone who may be reading who ever experienced something like her. she is my favourite character, apart from Coop Harry and Audrey, and i think she deserved so much better. PERSONALLY i think she and Donna had a very strong emotional romance but not necessarily a physical one. i think that her experiences with men caused her to do a big ol’ comphet and assume she liked being intimate with men. in reality, i think she wasn’t actually attracted to them but was doing it, alongside all the canon reasons, to reject her feelings to women.

and James happened, i guess.

DONNA HAYWARD

she/they

demigirl

homoflexible

idk whether i just see my identity in donna, but i think she definitely isn’t 100% female. i can’t explain it at all, but i just get the vibe.

as for her sexuality, obviously she and Laura had their thing, but i think her romantic tension with literally all. the. female. characters. initially made me think she was a lesbian. but, we have the James factor.

fucking James (my reaction whenever he is onscreen btw)

i think that her emotional intimacy to Laura would have naturally led her to the other emotionally intimate person in Laura’s life. i think James is the closest thing she has to Laura left, which is so sad. i love donna, idc what the widely accepted opinion is. i believe the ‘Just You’ song scene is her grappling with her feeling with maddy. i mean tbh if my girlfriend died and then her identical twin came back, i would probably be weird about it too.

AUDREY HORNE

she/they

trans femme (MTF) (i couldn’t fit it on the picture sorry)

biromantic demisexual

AUDREY AUDREY AUDREY AUDREY MY BELOVED

when i tell you i came out of twin peaks 15% gayer it is BECAUSE OF THIS GIRL. i love her storylines, her dialogue, her friendship with coop. it all feels so realistic! and her dancing!

back to the sexuality and gender thing, which is what this post is about, i personally believe her crush on coop came from a place of seeing a happy trans person comfortable in their identity and finding that beautiful. then translating that to love.

as for being biromantic, c’mon. donna and her definitely had a thing going for a bit. her demi sexuality comes from a place of her extreme discomfort in sex work (which is valid if you aren’t demisexual, by the way, but combined with her virginity until she forms a meaningful connection, the pieces fell into place for me. yes i am also demisexual and yes i am totally biased.)

ALBERT ROSENIFELD

he/him (because he is Him)

trans masc (FTM)

gay as fuck

“I love you, sheriff Truman”

I’m sorry??? excuse me?

albert is gay in so many ways it’s not even funny. with coop. with Harry. with gordon in season 3. and my trans headcanon? idk i just sort of vibed with it. normalise head canonning people as gay or trans with no reason.

also i love the idea that Denise, Albert and coop are just a group of trans fbi agents. we already have Mulder from the x files we need more (tell me if you want an x files version of this)

GORDON COLE

he/him

cisgender male

bicurious

i honestly can’t tell if David lynch would curse me for this post or just shrug it off

anyway. gordon didn’t strike me as being particularly fruity until season 3, when he had his whole trans power speech and those weirdly domestic scenes with albert. like, pop off little fbi husbands. i think he’s still working through period-typical biphobia and isn’t ready to say he’s bi. but i think with time he will be.

someone needs to take me away from this show for like a week and sit me down with some literature. I’d just gay headcanon it anyway (looking at you Sherlock Holmes)

BOBBY BRIGGS

they/he

demiboy

bisexual

the more i watch this show, the more i think to myself…”Bobby is…me?” idk whether it’s dana ashbrook’s truly unhinged and amazing performance, the weird nervous gay energy and the lack of masculinity for a character who would normally be obnoxiously masculine. i love him so much.

i think Bobby would struggle in the gender norms of being the child of a military man. and the sexuality norms of being the “bad boy” in school. i firmly believe that he is bisexual, because let’s face it, everyone in this godforsaken show is bi. find me ONE straight character. ONE STRAIGHT.

SHELLY JOHNSON

she/her

cisgender female

heteroflexible and demisexual

SHELLY IS A LITTLE BIT GAY BECAUSE I SWEAR TO GOD AS I WAS WATCHING THIS I WAS THIS CLOSE (HOLDS FINGERS TOGETHER) TO KISSING MY TV SCREEN.

shelly seems like the sort of person to have been raised with certain heteronormative values. but, i think after going out with Bobby, i think she’d have a little sit and think and say “huh maybe i would kiss a girl.” she hasn’t, yet, but that’s just because her crushes so far have been on men. if she met the right girl, she would.

i think her demisexuality comes partly from trauma and also because we need something in common because, if i haven’t made it clear, i LOVE HER.

HAWK

he/him

cisgender male

gay

don’t be lying about that poetry being for your girlfriend hawk. this is the only character where i will defy canon, fold my arms and say no. i love that hawk got a bigger role in season 3, and i think that based off all i know about him (being the best character) i would headcanon him as being gay. why? idk. look at him?

hawk would totally just rock up one day with a guy on his arm, no explanation, and say nothing until Lucy stumbled into asking him about this guy. and he’d just be like “oh this is my husband. yeah we’ve been married for 6 years. you were at the wedding, we just didn’t tell you it was a wedding.”

iconic.

also i had hair envy the entire show, i wish that when i straightened my hair it was that luxurious.

LUCY BRENNAN

she/her

cisgender female

bisexual

I’m sorry Lucy, no one is THAT frazzled and not sapphic. it’s a rule.

i feel like Lucy would consider herself straight until she was taught about the internet, got a Facebook account, and promptly shut it down, but before doing that saw the word ‘bisexual’ and felt weirdly drawn to it. Andy was, of course, super supportive if a little confused. she’s still figuring it out.

i feel like she’d wear sweaters in the bisexual colours and be very happy whenever someone noticed.

ANDY BRENNAN

he/him

cisgender male

straight ally (but not really)

Andy is straight, but like more in a straight with a question mark way. maybe if he hadn’t dated Lucy, maybe if they hadn’t fallen in love, he would have caught feelings for a guy. after Lucy came out, he did some thinking, but decided to keep it to himself. who knows, maybe his tulpa is “kinda gay” (obligatory Buffy reference)

WE ARE DONE LADIES AND GENTS AND PEOPLE WHO ARE NOT EITHER BUT STILL HIGHLY ESTEEMED.

so, thoughts? I’m gonna do a part two with the season 3 exclusive characters, and some characters i forgot, like Norma, ed, Hank, josie, James….and Wyndam Earl. OH and Denise

thank you so much for bearing with me, and love y’all 🫶

(not as much as I’ll ever love Shelly)

#twin peaks #twin peaks the return #twin peaks fire walk with me #dale cooper #harry truman #albert rosenfield #audrey horne #laura palmer #donna hayward #gordon cole #david lynch #please don’t send death threats mr lynch #Lucy brennan #andy brennan #lucy moran #hawk #Tommy hawk hill #lgbtq #lgbtqplus #gender #sexuality #demigirl #mlm #wlw #sapphic nonsense #ramblings of a deranged queer #i need sleep #bisexuality #t4t #part 2?

[treblrebl]

Bones: Patterns and Precedents

Almost a year after Lucifer ended, I decided to follow the Morningstar’s advice and binge Bones. Since the Devil has great taste, B&B certainly helped to soothe the heartache left by the show’s ending and its corresponding choices. Bones introduced me to another host of interesting, complex female characters, and I amused myself heartily with the thought of the Catholic altar boy interacting with the literal biblical Devil.

(And let’s be honest, fending off Satanic overtures because there’s no way Lucifer wouldn’t be head-over-heels attracted by Seeley Booth)

Streaming an older show years after its’ last airing date reveals certain patterns and dimensions to characters which would likely not have been apparent in the show’s original episodic run. Some of the most prevalent fan takes about Brennan and Booth around 2010-2011 are quite surprising, as are the general perceptions of the titular characters. Sometimes it’s understandable – weekly episodes along with the usual season hiatuses don’t really translate well to a continuous, consistent narrative in the viewer’s mind. Other times I wonder if some of the popular takes would hold water if replicated in a current show.

With that out of the way, here are some subtle patterns which seemed to jump out at me.

Brennan’s most defining relationship pre-Booth is not Sully, but Stires.

To an objective eye, Michael Stires absolutely is a creep who took advantage of Brennan’s naivete. But he is also the quintessential brilliant young professor, a certified expert in her chosen field. To Brennan, who has always only known ostracization from her peers for her genius, he is the one person who not only appreciated, but actively honed her brilliance and talent. From the perspective of a young Brennan, he is her guide, her champion, and her coach. Her relationship with him isn’t a surprise and starts to make much more sense once we are introduced to Russ.

For the longest time, Russ was Brennan’s male role model. The older brother with his own significant social capital who had no qualms extending his metaphorical protective wing over his socially marginalised little sister. The brother whose support and protection she had absolute faith in – until the day he disappeared, shattering her heart, her trust and whatever little was left of her world in one fell swoop. It would have been devastating for any neurotypical teenager, but for Brennan it was almost catastrophic.

Is it thus any wonder that Brennan’s first serious ‘relationship’ was with an older man who was her teacher in every way, and in some ways, I’m sure acted as a protector? It was obvious that in contrast to all other subsequent relationships where Brennan pulled the trigger, it was Stires who taught her that emotions were illogical distractions and have no place in a truly efficient relationship. Brennan’s survival drive had already repressed most of her emotional centers, strong as they were, and Stires’ teachings solidified her transactional view of relationships. This stands her in good stead when Stires finally shows his true colors – she was genuinely pleased to see him again initially. His betrayal put things into perspective for her and cemented her ambivalent view on relationships.

Sully on the other hand, was very clearly only a transitory figure in Brennan’s life. By Season 2, Brennan was already infatuated with Booth. Their emotional connection is yet to reach its peak, but it is there, and the physical attraction has been smoldering from the very beginning. The Girl in the Gator takes place immediately after the final Epps episode, and Booth’s infamous ‘line’ conversation. It’s only when you watch the episodes in sequence that you realise how deeply she internalised that proclamation. It was a knee-jerk reaction by Booth, brought about by his own fears and insecurities, but Brennan had no way of knowing that. From her perspective, she wants him, but he doesn’t want her back, and that’s that.

So, what happens when Sully comes on the scene? Here’s a guy who at least on the surface has all of Booth’s best qualities. He’s also an FBI agent, charming, interesting and a genuinely good guy. He’s respectful of Brennan’s abilities. And in contrast to Booth, he is open about his interest in her. Naturally, Brennan projects all the confusing Booth feelings she doesn’t have an outlet for on Sully. He doesn’t have Booth’s formidable history with her, nor does he challenge her the way Booth does. He doesn’t have that ineffable connection – but he is deferential, kind, and good to her in the short time they were together. In the end though, he doesn’t imprint on her anywhere.

I do think Gordon Gordon had it exactly right when he said that Brennan’s inability to lead a purposeless life is what made her refuse Sully’s proposal to sail away with him. What he didn’t add was that she had already found a shared life purpose with Booth, and a connection which existed on its’ own plane, beyond any labels. Before either of them could define it as love, they both knew it was the most important connection they would ever have with another person.

(Additionally, I find the fan discourse that Sully was wrong for leaving her behind utterly hypocritical – it was clear that his dream was a long standing one, and a relationship of a few weeks, irrespective of the pull, should never come in the way of that.)

#bones tv #booth x brennan #seeley booth #temperance brennan #lucifer morningstar #brennan and booth

[moondal514]

10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 People

Thanks for the tag @jaywalkers <3. I love your list of characters, you’ve got great taste : )

Rules: name 10 of your favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people to do the same

1) Andrew Minyard from All For the Game

My blorbo of all time probably. No character has given me brainrot and writing inspiration the way he does and likely no character ever will. This post sums up his appeal perfectly

2) Lan Wangji from Mo Dao Zu Shi

My newest blorbo from my most recently joined fandom. What can I say, I’m a sucker for incredibly queer competent stoic prob neurodivergent men that are absolutely insane about one person. When I watch the MDZS donghua, I literally have to pause every time he comes on the screen just so I can stare at him a bit, so you could say I’m a bit obsessed

3) Kim Theerapanyakul from KinnPorsche

He’s this weird little guy that is simultaneously the most competent character in the show and the biggest cringe-fail loser. He looks so suave and cool on the surface with his whole Taylor Swift by day mafia prince detective by night thing but then you realize he’s actually a complete nerd with a whole ass literal murder conspiracy board hidden behind a giant selfie portrait of himself and I love him so much (also he’s played by Jeff Satur, who makes my aesthetic attraction senses go haywire, but that’s neither here nor there)

4) Kyuzo from Samurai 7

My 1st fictional crush and prob my earliest blorbo. My type in favorite fictional male character (hypercompetent stoic character that doesn’t talk much with bonus points for iconic hair) can 100% be attributed to him. His story was the earliest villain redemption arc I can remember encountering in media (this was the 1st anime I ever watched so I was like 4 or 5 when I 1st saw this guy) and so for me I always think of him when I see people talking about iconic redemption arcs (sorry Zuko)

5) Midorima Shintarou from Kuroko no Basket

At the peak of my high school sports anime phase, this guy was my favorite. He’s tall, he’s green, he’s an anime glasses character™️, he’s tsundere, he’s prissy, he’s weird af, he’s got one of the most bonkers basketball skills ever, and he’s even an astrology girlie. What’s not to love

6) Merlin from BBC Merlin

BBC Merlin is the fandom that sucked me in at a time where I thought I was growing out of fandom and fanfic (spoiler alert: I very much was not) and it’s responsible for completely changing my relationship with fandom into something much more intense than it was previously. And it’s all thanks to this funky skinny wizard man who for whatever reason captivated me enough that I read hundreds of thousands of fan-created words about him for nearly a year and a half

7) Jasnah Kholin from The Stormlight Archive

She’s one of the rare canonically asexual female characters, and she’s even from a major fantasy book series too! I fixated on this character long before I knew I was ace (though perhaps that should’ve been a clue lol), mostly because I just thought she was so cool and I found her whole “why would I want a relationship when I’m busy with all this shit to study” attitude so relatable

8) Katara from Avatar: The Last Airbender

I wanted to be her so badly when I was a kid y’all have no idea. She just made such an impression on me because she’s so cool and so strong but also unapologetically and obviously feminine and that really struck a chord with young me and is prob the reason why I didn’t really have a “not like the other girls” phase cuz she was revolutionary for little me’s idea of how a “girl” can be. To this day she is the character that to me has the coolest powers ever

9) Cassandra of Troy from Greek Mythology

It’s prob weird to include her but I was a real greek mythology girlie (in that I was into it before Percy Jackson came out) and Cassandra has always my favorite. The tragedy of her story has always been very appealing to me and upsettingly relatable in a lot of ways

10) Kym Ladell from Purple Hyacinth

Ms. Kym one of those characters that’s ostensibly the comedic relief except nope she’s hiding oceans of pain under her smile. She’s got trauma and a tragic backstory that she hides from the rest of the main characters in one of the strongest “this is fine” performances you’ve ever seen

Tagging: @stabbyfoxandrew @alcego @paradoxolotl @halfpintpeach @justadreamfox @wulfrann @quensty @ittyybittybaker @seasy33 @nanatsuyu

#moonie writes #aftg #mdzs #kinnporsche #samurai 7 #knb #bbc merlin #greek mythology #purple hyacinth #cosmere #moonie posting #atla

[elysiabell]

Elliott Background Headcannons

Full name: Elliott Fitzsimmons

Age: 24 (sp y1), gender: male, sexuality: bi/demi

Born and raised in Zuzu city to Edgar and Daphne Fitzsimmons. He was the middle of three children (Emmett 28 sp y1), (Charlotte 21 sp y1).

His family is super academics-focused, and college was the most important thing. Elliott's older brother Emmett is almost done with residency to be a doctor, and his little sister Charlotte is in business school to become an accountant. Elliott was going to become a lawyer but managed to convince his parents to be an English major instead of his previous major in criminal justice (cause a lot of pre-law ppl go into English). He loved it and was finally allowed to express himself. And when he graduated and was supposed to head off to law school. He couldn't do it, he couldn't keep living for his parents and their approval instead of living for himself and left for the valley.

Leah is his older cousin (28) and left for the valley years ago to pursue her art career and escape her ex. She was sort of the black sheep of the family. she was basically cut off when she refused to go to college. She was never good at school and the idea of doing more sounded like hell-- instead, she went straight into the workforce. Elliot was only 14 the last time he saw her. Still, he founds himself in the valley and met up with Leah. She immediately got super protective and took him in, knowing how harsh their family is.

He gets a job as a fisherman and helps Willy, and Willy lets him stay in his old cabin. He has like no money ever, having to pay off student loans and like survive, but he’s used to it. His family was always really poor so he knows how to stretch things and make ends meet.

He acts really grandiose because it’s how he thinks he is supposed to and he is literally just a silly guy it makes him happy and feels free enough to do it. Back in the city he was super shy and didn’t have many friends cause he needed to focus on school or help his parents pay the bills. He is still pretty shy, standing to the side in like all of the festivals, hiding behind Leah.

Peak, he asked for no pickles vibes between them LMAO

He’s sweet and he tries and a lot of the time he fails but he never gives up. He’s a little ridiculous and knows it, but he can be his silly and elaborate self when he is with the right person.

He's never been in a relationship before, or even really had a crush on anyone. He never really had any close friends, so he never really had an attraction to anyone. Still, he is a massive hopeless romantic, loves romance-based media, and wants to fall in love.

In school, he was a hard worker even though he struggled with a lot of subjects (math and science) but excelled in English and history. He def had the "I wish my English teacher would adopt me" vibes. In highschool, he was in the debate club and the captain of the swim team. He got some pretty hefty scholarships and continued to swim for his university.

He's basically my OC at this point but I love him he is my little guy <3

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