#my silly little brain was determined to figure out the others

[chonkymoth]

I'd like to present an idea to the masses...........

#all of the posts of loki being the god of stories is related to the time stone #and i saw another last night that included wanda as the reality stone which made perfect sense #so naturally #my silly little brain was determined to figure out the others #accepting any alternative ideas for who would be who !!! #loki series #loki spoilers #loki #loki laufeyson #carol danvers #captain marvel #the marvels #mcu vision #steven strange #dr. strange #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #agatha harkness #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mine #mcu edit #adding this tag a solid 30 mins after posting to complain abt how i misspelled stephen 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 #godspeed to me and my illiterate ass #also i want it to be noted that i specifically listed them in this order bc rainbow #not me switching out the pics to be correct even tho its already been reblogged

[readbyred]

may i request how the dps boys would react to realising they have a severe crush on a, preferably shy, reader! tysm <\3

Oh, I've been waiting for dps requests! Sorry for my late replies everybody, I got demotivated again because tumblr deleted a few of my x reader posts (and a few others). But I'll try to not let that happen again if I can even help it

I think Knox would have such a silly time trying to approach you. Because we all know he’s awkward, but determined at best and, well… pushy at worst. I'm trying to go with the version I saw in a play, because thankfully they cut out the party scene which means he’s still delightfully insufferable but not awful. Anyways, he would jump on every occasion to talk to you. And then just. Stand there. He’d try to give you flowers and poems, everything really. But he loses brain cells every time he’s around you. At least you’re both equally stressed about social interactions. He gets a little braver when you give him a smile or any other sign you like him. Not less awkward, but a bit more motivated to go for it. His main problem is that he can't read you well and despite being big on feelings and all, he still has a hard time actually talking to you. Clumsily, he showers you with over the top things, that most would find cringey but you think of as endearing. And if he thinks there's a chance he’ll lose you, he’ll confess right away. I think he is brave and pretty open about feelings. Just stressed out

With Neil, it's not an issue at all that you're shy. He’s more so taken aback by his own strong feelings. Because he wasn't expecting to fall this hard. But give him like five work days to process and he’ll be all in. I feel like he would take his time to confess but he’d make it known that he cares about you. He’d be checking up on you every time he can, bringing you coffee, asking to practice lines together, go to the movies in town. Even before you two start dating you just wake up and half of his sweatshirts are in your drawer (he likes to borrow you his clothes if you’re cold) and your desk is littered with poems he shared with you. He’s a gentle lover, but he knows what he wants and when the time is right Neil has no problem confessing

It's much funnier with Cameron because this boy is in panic mode 24/7. At first he legit thought he was sick because he always felt dizzy and distracted around you. And he’s a traditionalist. Everything has to be perfect when you’re around. Like he beats himself up about every little mistake he made around you. But also makes a point to treat you RIGHT. If you’re shy he might not know how to approach you at first, because he’s not sure if you’re even interested. And how to make you like him. After much teasing (mainly from Charlie, of course) he gets fed up with his friends and decides to make a move. It might not be the most romantic when he does, but it's sweet and genuine

Another one that would take time to confess is Meeks. He’s pretty quick to accept that he’s crushing on you. He’s like, yeah obviously they are amazing, now what do I do with that? He tries to give you things. Small things. Like maybe he could borrow you a book that you’ve wanted to read for a long time of buy you a coffee/tea if you’re out in the town. He doesn't explicitly say that he liked you but it's easy to tell and he’s not one to be shy about it either. So when you guys do get together, you already know his more… romantic side

On the contrary, Charlie takes time to process his feelings. He had crushes before, but real feelings (strong ones at that) aren't the norm for him. Sometimes he catches himself losing his cool around you and it messes with him so bad. He would probably ask Knox for advice. Which is a bad move. But he figures that at least his friend is more familiar with having those sorts of feelings. Nothing much comes of it because I can't imagine Knox giving him any good advice on the subject, but after he was able to talk about liking you, he decides to just go for it. Well, in small steps. Primarily because he’s just not an intense guy, but also because he’s surprisingly mature when it comes to respecting your levels of comfort. Doesn't mean it gets boring though, it's Charlie we’re talking about. Once you get together there's not a one dull moment with him by your side

With Todd, it might be difficult at first. He’s overwhelmed by fis feelings and has a tendency to talk himself out of making any sorts of moves. Why would you like somebody like him? He tells himself he doesn't have a chance, surely. It only confirms his suspicions when you don't take initiative. It's only after he’s been moping around for a few days that Neil approaches him about it and proceeds to give him shit for not doing anything to let you know his feelings. He’s like, bro, so you care about them so much that you’d rather not have them in your life because you want them in your life so much??? Make it make sense. So with Neil's encouragement, he tries to at least talk to you and see where it goes from there. Still shocked when you end up returning his feelings. You’re in his poems now, even if it's not very obvious (he's not as straightforward as Knox, so it's not ‘i love (yn) and I want them to be mine’ kind of deal). This is the only one where I'm sure you might have to make some sort of a move. Todd’s like a spider - he’s more scared than you are and if he could, he would just silently hang out in the corner of the room you’re in. But he gets a little braver after he starts feeling more secure

Lastly, Pitts is not as bad as Todd, but still takes his time. He’s comfortable with liking you and he knows what he likes, but he’s not in any rush to make things official. So any time he has any chance to talk to you, he does and just wants to see how things go from there. He jokes around with you, asks to come study together, tries to be close. He does care, just in a more chill way than some of the other poets would. If you two have been talking for some time, he would have no problem asking you to go out with him, doesn't make you feel pressured or anything. If the others are cool with it he will do his best to have you come to their meetings at night as well. So you do not only get an awesome boyfriend out of it, but also a great friend group

#dps #dps x reader #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet x reader #neil perry x reader #todd anderson x reader #gerard pitts x reader #steven meeks x reader #richard cameron x reader

[pedrithink]

pain ✩ kylian mbappé

summary: kylian feels insecure with everything people say about him and you remind him of who he really is.

ky: i'm going to home a little late today

you: what's wrong?

ky: i'm going to my mother's house

ky: go to sleep, baby. see you tomorrow when you wake up.

Even though Kylian has made it clear that he will be home later, you took a long time to fall asleep. You know what happened, you saw the mean comments and you simply can't stand Kylian hiding that he's not affected by them anymore.

You were dozing and wake up at the exact moment when you hear Kylian leaning against your bedroom door. Your brain goes on alert the moment you turn on the lamp and see his red, swollen eyes, you sit up in bed and this attracts his attention to you.

"Hey, baby. Why are you up at this hour, hm?" Kylian moves closer to you and strokes your hair lightly, you can't even concentrate on what he's saying.

"Why are your eyes like that?"

Kylian sighs and quickly tries to let a weak smile grow on his face. "Don't worry, it's nothing."

Your face contort with pure annoyance and worry. "How is it nothing? Kylian, please." You pull his hand so that he sits beside you on the bed and run your thumb over his cheek. "You come home late, and when you do, it's like you've cried rivers of tears. Don't hide from me."

"I'm not hiding, I'm fine." He lets out a nervous sigh and gets up to go to the bathroom. He just wants to take a shower, go to sleep and pretend this day never happened, that these worries will be stuck in today and gone by tomorrow.

You try to get up to go after Kylian and don't even bother to put on your slippers, you just want him to open up to you and not leave you in the same old mental mess. You want him not to be afraid to face his own feelings.

"Every time you do this." He is startled when he sees your figure behind him.

"First, go put on your slippers, or you'll catch cold." You let out an irritated snort, go to do as he says, but then turn back so he can finish talking. "Second, I always do what?"

"That." You point at him with such anxiety. "You get sad and cry and make me worry because you never trust me enough to tell me."

When he sees your worried eyes he bites his lower lip with unnecessary force. "Don't say that." He relaxes his body, leaning against the bathroom sink. "I trust you more than anything in this life."

"Then why don't you ever talk to me, Kyky?" You soften your expression and move closer to his body. "Every time I feel like crap, you're here for me. You hold my hands and make me remember all the good things that make me who I am."

He looks away from her and lets a sad expression take over his face. "Why don't you ever let me take care of you?"

You make it a point to rest your hand on his face and make him look into your eyes. Your heart aches to see the dark eyes that you love so much, that are so full of life and happiness and passion, so full of sadness and worry.

"I just don't want to fill your head with more problems." He murmurs.

"I want to know everything that surrounds you." You leave a light caress on his face. "It doesn't matter if it's little things, things you think are silly, and things that made you cry that much."

He throws his head back and rubs his eyes a little hard. He hates crying and even more so in front of other people, but it seems totally impossible to control the tears from falling.

"I'm just tired." When he lets out this statement you can only get closer to him and grab him by the hand. "Tired of having to explain myself with every line spoken, of having to endure these gratuitous online attacks." Kylian's brittle voice breaks your heart. "I pretend I don't care to see if I convince myself of the same thing." The ironic laugh that comes out of his lips makes your heart ache and you can only leave a caress on his palm.

"Ky, you don't have to be strong all the time. We all have feelings, it's totally understandable that you feel that way." You determine.

"I had to hear for the fifth time today that I'm self-centered and how my performance only drops every game because I'm selfish enough to want to own the fucking team." Kylian rubs his face with both hands and lets a stressed snort slide past his lips.

"But you know that's not who you are. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, Kylian."

"You forget some of your essence when the whole world determines who you are."

Kylian drops his gaze again and makes it visible to anyone how frustrated and exhausted he is with this situation. You can see how much this situation affects him and his heart aches knowing that you can't do much to help him.

For so long it has been eating at him and for so long he has tried to ignore these feelings so that they would not affect the people around him. He knows that with fame comes consequences, but he didn't imagine they would be so harsh.

"I'm…sorry." Kylian runs a hand across his forehead to try to remove the signs of upset. "I'm sorry for throwing all that at you."

"Don't say that, I like to hear you and know how you feel." Kylian lets a smile grow on his face at your statement and you let another caress run up his arm before pulling away so he can look into your eyes. You have so much to say to him, but the words seem to get stuck in your throat.

"Fear of other people's opinions is the first barrier that inhibits you from being happy and living your life the way you think is right, we stop taking care of ourselves to become what they want us to be." Kylian shakes his head positively and makes it clear that he is paying attention to everything you are saying. "You are the kindest, most loyal and loving person I have ever met in my life. When I was in my worst moments, you were there for me and in my best moments, you were happy for me. What is important is not what they make of us, but what ourselves make of what others have made of us."

Kylian bites his lower lip and runs his hand over it in an attempt to undo his frown. He knows you're right, but it seems so hard to believe.

"I know it's hard to believe right now, but I'm here for you and I'll always make sure to remind you of who you really are." He pulls you into a hug and leaves a simple caress on your back. "We need each other, to be ourselves." You murmur and deposit a kiss on his shoulder as you squeeze him in your arms.

He leaves a kiss on your forehead and pulls away to bring your lips closer together, he had missed kissing you so much. Everything was totally slow while Kylian's hands make their way around your waist, ass and back. In a constant caress.

You stay like this for a few minutes, but then you break the kiss, giving him three little kisses. "Now go take a bath, baby." You snap a loud slap on Kylian's ass.

"Oh no, that feels so good." He whimpers, trying to grab you again. "Kiss me again." He whispers in your ear and you almost melt, but you don't let him get away.

You push his body toward the shower. "Wait for me on the bed." He snaps his tongue out and flashes a cheeky grin in your direction.

A smile grows on your face at the sight of Kylian returning to normal and you are glad to see him excited again, you do everything you can to see him well.

#kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fanfic #football one shot #football x reader #football fanfic #kylian x reader #kylian imagines #football imagine

[seneon]

senation lore part two : ice kingdom

WAR AFTER WARS... the kingdom of senation remains powerful and strong under the leadership and ruling of king sen, their mighty and conquering king. however, one day, the king felt silly and decided to venture away from his piles of paperworks. no weapons, no nothing. just a silly little letter addressed to his loyalest greatest servant.

so he ventured as he said he would. for hours he walked in the forest like a baka, not knowing where to go or what to do. just keep walking, tripping, and praying to the lord that he didn't even get up from his throne. he is lost. oh but! there's a giant magical portal there 😧😧😧

mighty king sen is curious. he then ventured through the magical blue / white portal in the middle of the woods. why? all out of the interest of skipping paperwork duties. he might be a might king in battle, but irl, he's lazy about paperworks. anyways.

a white light flashed before his majesty, revealing a beautiful woman in all glistening white. there is a flower in his hand, coincidentally, so he knelt down and offered the flower to the beautiful fairy. however. when she took the flower, she immediately FROZE. then the king flashed his eyes opened.

"heavens! what a realistically artistic image of a maiden in completely glorious and heavenly white garment that i just hath in my brains!!"

fast forward ⏩⏩⏩

people of the ice found the king venturing alone in the snow. of course, he is confused. however, they explained to him and said "great lord! you are our saviour! save us from cold hell!!!" and the king replied "of course! i am conquering sen overall! i shall save thee kingdom!!" he realised he has some cool gears on with an ice sword that never breaks, and realised that this.... is his time to shine. literally.

the ice people then prepared for war and they summoned their secret trump alpha monster card to assist king sen in the war. one of them then led the king to the ice palace, where the evil dark ice lord is.

together, they set out for war after regathering with the rest.

duudududud

WAAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!!!!

HIYYA

HUACKS

UEGH

EUFK

SHING

KACHING

RAAAARRGGGHHHHHH

WE FIGHT FOR FREEEDOOMMMM!!!!!

in the end... dark ice lord lost with the @saewako ice blade struck through his chest... and the ice nation...?

"MIGHTY SAVIOR SEN! MIGHTY SAVIOUR SEN! MIGHT SAVIOUR SEN!!!"

mighty and conquering sen once again saved the world (a land he didn't know how or why he got involved in but it's ok it's all good.) the ice people then thanked him and helped him prepare for his journey back to senation.

they bid each other goodbye, and that is the end of it. back in senation, general @milyz found the king stranded in the forest and immediately took king sen back to his palace. while king sen told the story to the general, the general laughed it off as the king being exposed too much poisonous plants in the forest and all that he needs is rest.

does the king know he killed the only king of the ice kingdom while all the ice people are evil...? well. that is for you to figure out.

𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓.

STARRING. @milyz @saewako @amourlyns @wishmemel @saelestia @atrirose @rinzsu @omitea @hyoismbbg @todorokies @kaiser1ns @rizzmin @steleir @noirflms @peaktora @iluvies @sugurustattoo @bfajax @saturvue @honeydewsblue

note: hope u guys enjoyed pt2 of senation lore. read part one here. once again, this is pure crack 😭😭 pls don't kill me btw i spun the wheel to determine your roles mooties

#⋆ ❨ writing ❩ ֢֢֢ ۟ #⋆ ❨ sennies ❩ ֢֢֢ ۟ #senation lore

[eve-pie]

More of my Cuphead au!!

I had a think think Brain blast moment and decided that I needed to think of designs for the cuphead bosses

But couldn't cause theirs nine neighbors and I'm not skilled enough to make home a boss let alone a villain because he's a silly little house

I already made a few neighbors a boss

Sally starlet as Sally stageplay (referred to as Sally starplay in this au)

Eddie dear as the devil (referred to as Eddie devil dear in this au)

And Frank as king Dice (referred to as Frank Dicey in this au)

However anyone outside of that are heros or just normal people

Julie joyful as Miss Chalice (Refered to as Miss joyful in this au)

Wally darling as Cuphead (Referred to as Wally "cup" darling in this au)

Barnaby b Beagle as Mugman (Referred to as Barnaby dogmug in this au)

Poppy partridge as elder kettle (Referred to as elder partridge in this au)

Ms beagle is also in this au as a caretaker for barnaby she's married to poppy

Howdy pillar as porkgrind haven't figured out a name or design for him yet currently under construction

(Barnaby and Wally are step siblings in this au however barnaby knows they aren't related while Wally fully believes they are brothers)

Anyways So I was left stumped for a while however I decided like any normal person would do I took some welcome home OCs and made them bosses I tried to make them still look like themselves but mixed in with a random cuphead boss

Dandy.... As Dandy carnation (btw Dandy's power's are flower related because of course)

Note: (Dandy's personality is mixed in with the boss so if I did anything wrong or misinterpreted him entirely I will happily fix it please let me know this is the first time I've ever did something like this)

Phase 1

Dandy is taking the place of cangey carnation however unlike the normally evil flower dandy is an absolute sweetheart at first! they work as a gardener and occasionally sells a few flowers but when hearing that Wally (Cuphead) and barnaby (mugman) was out to get his soul then he became defensive Dandy is the first boss you face

Phase 2

Dandy starts to become more serious and determined they don't necessarily wanna hurt Wally and Barnaby however they are after his soul its either him or them becoming a tad more aggressive and angry showing that he can be as much of a threat as them

Phase 3 final form

In this form Dandy is very aggressive and capable of using fire! Everywhere on them is thorny and spikey they refuse to lose to Wally and Barnaby especially if his soul is on the line

I kinda based this boss of the snapdragon and chomper from plants vs zombies and of course the piranha plant from Mario

Dandy is capable of

Fire breathing only in final form

In all forms Dandy can use vines to attack along with other flowers

Growing varies plants such as trees etc

Growing thorns anywhere on his body and around him however there's a limit to how far the thorns can go at least 20 feet in front of him

And dandy has any ability that the actual cangey carnation has

Dandy can also grow and shrink his size final form is at least 10ft

Next up is Millie Valentine as Baroness Von bon bon who shall be now known as Baroness Millie Val bon bon (or baroness millie for short)

Millie with a popmodour canon!?!

Phase 1

I uh kinda struggled with Millie I may make a few changes to her

Anyways the baroness may appear as a sweetheart who will share sweets with you however she's uh a little crazy to say the least due to an old curse keeping her inside of candy land she hasn't had normal human contact in years outside of her little candy people

Whenever she meets a normal person much like the baroness inside the show (cause in the game she's immediately aggressively) she will put up a mask and act sweet until you break a rule when meeting Wally and barnaby she did just that however the moment millie found out they were there for her soul that facade immediately faded and she became aggressive

Since Millie is still a work in progress I won't show her other phases

Dandy belongs to @sketchy-tour

Millie belongs to @artsybug0

#dandy leon #millie valentine #welcome home puppet show #welcome home ocs #ibs paint x #digital illustration #cuphead au #wh cuphead au

[mitsuyeaah]

Ever since I remember myself, my dad would come in our room at night with a flashlight, looking to kill mosquitoes. That's also why the white walls of our room had little bloodstains on them :)

Maybe, reader waking up accidentally to tr boys (I'll leave it to you who) trying to kill mosquitoes in the middle of the night? :>

LATE NIGHT SHENANIGANS

syn: you waking up to them trying to kill mosquitoes in the middle of the night.

TR ft. KAZUTORA, MIKEY

cw: none, just pure fluff, my men being a lil silly in the middle of the night <3 pet names (my love, baby)

a/n: hehe of course i chose your pookies!!!

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

— would definitely try to be quiet when doing it but fails because he flails too much and accidentally knocks over the lamp resting on the bedside table (thank god it’s not broken, though). kazutora would be very apologetic afterwards though for waking you up, and most likely cuddles you back to sleep before going back to killing mosquitos.

crash! the loud sound of the lamp hitting the carpeted floor jolts your body awake. with your heart racing, and head spinning from sleepiness, you looked around the dark room to see a figure putting the knocked over lamp back on the bedside table. “kazu..?” you croaked, confused as to what he was doing at this ungodly hour. he must’ve not heard you since he walked at the foot of the bed and started.. flailing his arms?

the scene in front of you was confusing. it also didn’t help how you just woke up from your sleep, and it took a lot slower for things to process in your brain. you pinched yourself a couple of times, making sure you weren’t in some kind of weird realistic dream but no, you were awake—not fully though. you watched in confusion as kazutora looked like he was chasing something. he was so focused and determined to catch whatever he had his eyes on.

when you called out his name, this time a little louder, his gaze shot over to you—clearly startled that you were awake. “did i wake you up? i’m so sorry.” he quickly walked over to your side of the bed to give your forehead a chaste kiss, smoothing the wrinkles of confusion between your knitted brows. “my love, what are you doing? it’s 2 am..” you let out a sigh of content as he tucked you back under the covers, stroking your hair.

“i was.. i was just killing mosquitoes. they’re a bothersome.” he sheepishly admitted, a hand shyly rubbing his nape. thank god it was dark in the room because he could feel his face turning a deep shade of crimson red from embarrassment of being caught in such a silly act. you looked into his citrine eyes before letting out a snort, “you’re so cute, kazu.. d’you want me to help you kill them?”

with that, kazutora was instantly reminded with one of the reasons of why he loved you so much. you never questioned his weird antics, you always matched his energy as questionable as it seemed. best believe, the two of you spent a good 10 minutes laughing and trying to catch those damned flies.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ MANJIRO ‘MIKEY’ SANO

— tries to be quiet but resorts to trying to catch them between his hands, so he’d have to ‘clap’ which then wakes you up and may or may not be apologetic when he does accidentally wake you up. definitely starts getting frustrated because he can’t catch them (he’s kinda short) and you just lie there and laugh at him.

clap! clap! clap! you let out a groan, your sleep suddenly being interrupted by a loud constant noise. “manjiro.. can you go look at what’s making that sound..” you mumbled as you turned to your side, trying to catch the slumber you had just a few minutes ago. manjiro didn’t respond, and the constant clapping noise was still there. groaning, you sat up from the bed and rubbed your eyes to see what was causing the annoying noise.

once your vision cleared, you were met with the view of manjiro on the other side of the bed, clapping his hands in the air as he seemed to be trying to catch something. you blinked several times, trying to convince yourself if that really was manjiro or some kind of hallucination you were seeing from the lack of sleep you had. “‘jiro..? what—what are you doing, baby?” your tone was a mix of confusion but at the same time amusement, it was such a funny sight to see him clapping his hands in the air during the middle of the night.

manjiro turned to you, “killing mosquitoes.” he let out a sigh before going back to what he was doing earlier. you watched as his head followed a mosquito, his onyx eyes locked on the target with full concentration before jumping off the ground a bit and clapping his hands together. he looked at his palms and let out a frustrated groan, by his reaction, you assumed he so successful at catching the little insect.

it was a funny sight to see him so frustrated and worked up over not being able to kill it—you couldn’t help but laugh at him. you lied back in bed, your body fully turned to him as you laughed at the man in front of you. manjiro furrowed his brows, bottom lip jutting out in a pout as he asked you what was funny, “you! you should see the way you jumped and clapped your hands.. hilarious.” you wiped an imaginary tear off the corner of your eyes and smiled up at him.

you could see the gears turning inside his head as he stood there, unmoving. “okay, i guess i do look a little silly but i just have to get rid of them because they’re so annoying.” he grumbled . you watched manjiro as he continued to try and catch the flies while you laughed at his awkward figure while trying to do so. if it were any other person laughing at him, he would’ve gotten angry but it was you, and he was completely fine with that. he liked it when you laughed anyway, even if it meant making a fool out of himself.

© mitsuyeaah

#kazutora hanemiya #sano manjiro #kazutora headcanons #mikey headcanon #kazutora imagines #mikey imagines #kazutora fluff #mikey fluff #kazutora x y/n #mikey x y/n #kazutora x reader #mikey x reader #kazutora x you #mikey x you #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokrev fluff #tokrev imagines #tokrev headcanons #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev x y/n

[spoilmesweetieforficssake]

can you write a melissa schemmenti/reader fic where reader is also a teacher at abbott and melissa gets injured at school? And nobody knows they’re together yet but Barb figures it out when she sees reader fussing over Mel and Mel not pushing her away , and also age gap <33

Hello lovely! Thank you for the ask. I had fun writing this one. I hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for! It's a little less reader centric than I was first aiming so apologies for that - but it has sparked off a few other ideas.

~*~

Barb hears the muffled scream followed by the almost swear of ‘mother fuzzy bunnies’ and is out of her classroom door as quickly as she can force her legs to carry her.  She’d know that voice anywhere; Melissa.

She’s surprised to see you already halfway down the hallway.  To get there you’d have had to all but sprint from your room.  She watches as you immediately slide to your knees next to her friend, your hands reaching for her without hesitation.  As she approaches, she expects to see the red head bat you away.

But she doesn’t.

Not trusting her knees to bend, she comes to a halt beside Melissa, reaching down to place a hand on her shoulder.  The grimace the red head offers her when she looks up tells her all she needs to know.  This one isn’t being walked off on the way back to her classroom.  This one hurt.

Shifting her attention away from her friend, Barb turns towards the slowly gathering kids.  To them, Ms Schemmenti is invincible and it terrifies them to see her hurt.  The easiest option in the circumstance is to divert their attention.  Reassuring them that their teacher is indeed fine and just needs to a quick trip to the nurses office Barb manages to corral the kids back into their classroom, trying to give Melissa some privacy.

Turning back to the red head, she can see the tightness in her face and knows she’s in pain.  Still, she’s Melissa, and when you offer a hand to help her up, Barb expects to see it pushed away.  Instead, Melissa not only takes your hand, but leans heavily on you once she’s back on her feet.

“How bad?” she asks as she approaches the pair of you.

“Not great,” winces Melissa as she takes another step. 

“Are you okay to keep an eye on things here if I send one of my kids to grab Ava?” you ask, the first you’ve spoken, Barb realises.

She’s taken aback for a moment that you clearly intend to help Melissa to wherever she’s determined on heading.  You’re either very brave, slightly insane or something else entirely.  “Uh, yes.  Yes, of course I can.”

She places a hand on the red head’s arm.  “You’ll message me if you need anything?”

Melissa nods.  “I will.  Thanks Barb.”

Watching the pair of you go, Barbara’s brain starts to put the pieces together.  A working hypothesis in need of further evidence, she decides. 

*

Entering the break room, Barb half expects Melissa to have sent you packing long ago.  She doesn’t expect to find you perched on the arm of the sofa on which the red head is reclining as her friend leans her head back into you. 

You hop up almost as soon as she enters, making your way to the kettle. 

“Is it a silly question to ask how you’re feeling?” Barb asks.

Melissa shifts, wincing a little.  “My age?  Lucky not to have broken a hip, I suppose,” she quips, earning her an eye roll.  “Better now I’ve got a heat pad and some painkillers.  How are the kids?”

“They’re fine,” reassures Barb, moving to perch on the coffee table in front of her friend.  “Having a blast with Ava if the noise through the wall is anything to go by.”

At this, the red head smiles and you can’t help but smile fondly at her in response.

“I’m sure Ava wouldn’t mind if you wanted to head home, or head to the hospital to get checked out.”

Melissa scoffs.  You’ve already tried to persuade her.  The heat pad and getting her settled on the sofa was the best compromise you’d been able to reach.  “I fell on my ass!  I hardly need an ambulance!  I’m just gonna lay low in here until the end of the day.”

At this Barb frowns.  If Melissa felt bad enough to hide away in the break room she’d be as well at home, surely? 

“I’m gonna take her class after they’re out of music and have some joint reading time,” you offer by way of an explanation as you approach with a cup of coffee for each of them.  You place Barb’s on the table next to her before handing over Melissa’s.  “Then I’ll give her a run home at the end of the day.”

Barb watches as her friend offers you a soft smile, her hand lingering over yours for a moment too long, your hand brushing her shoulder as you leave.

“She gonna kiss it better too?” she asks once you’re out of earshot.  She could be wrong, but all evidence points to the contrary, she decides. 

Melissa turns back to face her friend, at least having the good grace to blush.  “What gave me away?”

Barb offers her friend a gentle smile.  “You let her be there for you.”

“It’s stupid, I know,” sighs the red head.  “I’m practically old enough to be her mother.  But I like her,” she admits.  “I really like her.”

Reaching across the space between them, Barb places a hand on Melissa’s arm, offering her that same soft smile.  “You’re allowed to like her.”

“Scares the shit of me though,” breathes Melissa.  “There hasn’t really been anyone…anyone serious since…well you know.

Barb nods.  She does know.  She remembers that all too well.  She’ll never forgive that man for how he treated her friend. 

“But I feel safe with her.  Like I can be me and that’s okay,” comes Melissa’s admission.

“Of course it’s okay to be the great Melissa Ann Schemmenti,” smirks Barb, earning her a smirk from Melissa.

“Damn right,” quips the red head, only to groan as she shifted on the sofa.  “Hurts like a bitch.”

“Good thing you got some hot young thing to look after you then,” chuckled Barb.

“I’m never gonna hear the end of this, am I?” asks Melissa, her groan this time one of frustration. 

Smirking triumphantly, Barb shakes her head.  “Not for a good while yet, I’m afraid.”

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti

[gaybananabread]

☾༺Just a Bit Longer༻☽

~So I’ve been brainrotting over RW&RB for a solid month now. The goblins need a walk, and I cannot productivity until they get one. I love these two’s dynamic; they’re just so silly. Not my best work, but writer’s block be damned; I needed to post something this week. This is completely self-indulgent, but if it’s your thing, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Alex

Ler: Henry

Summary: Alex is overworking himself, going late into the night and working hours without breaks. Sick of his lover’s dreadful work-life management, Henry takes it upon himself to get Alex to sleep.

Warnings: mild Red, White & Royal Blue spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Life for Alex Claremont-Diaz was the best it had ever been. Henry came over almost daily from his Brownstone, and he finally felt like he had a definite idea of where his life was headed. The only downside: he was still in school.

The NYU Law course was a bit more rigorous than he’d expected, but it was definitely what he wanted. Sure, that meant long, painful hours of reviewing for extremely difficult exams, discovering that tort is a real word, and trying to figure out a system for coursework that didn’t make his brain want to explode.

His sleep schedule was already shit, so he didn’t think any of it would be a problem. If he just pulled a few all-nighters and pumped out some late-night essays, he’d be fine. What he didn’t think about, however, was how Henry would take it.

Alex was working late on another essay, running off of coffee and pure determination. He hadn’t meant to put it off, but with the three exams he’d had that week, his mind was a scattered mess.

Henry had put up with it for most of the night, but as two AM rolled around, his understanding had run dry, replaced by concern.

Knocking the “shave and a haircut” pattern on his lover’s door, Henry entered the room. He was immediately greeted with the strong smell of coffee and desperation.

There sat his boyfriend, hunched over a computer with a half-eaten ham sandwich (he couldn’t handle turkey anymore) by his side. The blonde couldn’t help the sad sigh that escaped him.

Alex looked up, his glasses nearly all the way down on his nose. It was unfairly cute, though Henry shoved that feeling down for the moment.

“Uh…hey, Hen. Not done yet; gimme, like, another half-hour.” Alex’s gaze was back on his computer in seconds.

Henry rubbed his temples, already feeling a headache brew. For once, why couldn’t Alex just use common sense?

“Alex, darling. It’s two in the morning. You need to sleep.”

Alex scoffed, not stopping for even a second. “Says you. You stay up later than I do most of the time.” While that wasn’t untrue, Henry’s problems were because of insomnia. Alex was just a stubborn asshole.

“Look, I’m going to be brutally honest here. You look terrible, you seem exhausted, and the bags under your eyes could fit the entirety of the Royal Wardrobe. Go. To. Sleep.”

Henry laid things out bluntly, crossing his arms. It was meant to leave little room for negotiation, but defying Henry’s expectations was Alex’s special talent.

“This is due at eight AM…uh, today. I’ve only got six hours to finish this thing, but I’m almost done. I promise, just a bit longer.” This would have been more comforting if Alex hadn’t already said that three times.

“Alex, please. If you sleep now, I’ll wake you up at six, and we’ll work on it together. It hurts to see you like this, dear.” He used pet names, trying to sway Alex to listen. It was a last-ditch effort; if he still refused, Henry didn’t have much of a plan left. Sure enough, he did.

“It’s fine, Henry. I’m all good, just a little spacy. I promise, the moment I’m done, I’ll eat your face. Okay, baby?” Alex flipped the other man’s strategy back on him, hoping to fully bury the concern. He was fine: end of story.

For Henry, though, the tale was just beginning. He racked his brain, searching for anything to help him get Alex to cooperate. He could only remember one time anyone was successful.

Alex had invited him to the White House for June’s birthday party. As the night dragged on, everyone but Alex was drunk and exhausted. To tire him out, June had employed some rather…unconventional methods.

Methods that would be extremely useful to him at that moment.

Casually approaching his boyfriend, Henry put a hand on the laptop. Then, after making sure the work was saved, he closed it. He pointedly ignored Alex’s scoff and protests, grabbing his chin and pulling him in for a kiss. Alex still squirmed, though a smile was breaking out on his face.

That was all Henry needed to continue. He gripped Alex under his thighs, lifting the man up and plopping him down on his nearby bed.

A surprised sound left him, his cheeks gaining a nearly imperceptible red hue. He was expecting some push-back from Henry, but nothing this active.

“Just couldn’t wait for me, could you~?” Alex weteased, starting to sit up on the bed. Henry was quick to stop that, grabbing Alex’s arms and pinning them above his head.

Before his lover could make another joke, Henry tapped a few fingers on his side. That shut him up, if only for a second.

“Henry, I swear to fucking god, if you try anything-” He was cut off when Henry squeezed his side, resulting in an indignant squeak.

“Sorry, dear, but I’m afraid I already have~” With that, Henry clawed his fingers into Alex’s stomach, straddling him.

The tired man tried to bite his lip, but the coffee wasn’t quite enough to give him that energy. A few giggles slipped out, quickly followed by tiny curses.

“What’s the matter, Alex? Something bothering you?” Henry chuckled, leaning down further to try and hold him still.

Kicking and squirming, Alex tried anything to get away from the evil fingers. He was tired, though; his brain was moving at half-speed and felt like it was running through soup.

“Gehehet ohoff me, youhuhu prihick!” Henry has decided to move up to his ribs, scritching and scratching between each bone.

Even on a good day, it’d be hard for Alex to get out from under him. With no sleep, coffee fumes and pure spite, he had no chance.

“Why on Earth would I do that? I’m quite comfortable here. Besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself, if that blush is any indication,” Henry taunted, jutting his chin out. He didn’t really need to, but it was a sure-fire way to rile Alex.

“Fuhuhuck off! Hehenry, I swehehear- quihit!” Alex tried to bury his face in his shoulder, though he only drew attention to a new target. Henry leaned down, blowing a raspberry on his boyfriend’s neck. Alex would rather die than repeat the squeal that left him.

“Wow, Alex. Perhaps the Barbara Streisand accusation wasn't so far off,” he teased, his voice about as smug than Alex had ever heard it.

The typically witty man was in giggly shambles, trying his best not to sound like a child. He wasn’t very successful.

“SHUHUhut uhup, youhu douche!!” Laughing like a toddler, Alex was still pumping out insults. Henry was about to put a stop to that. Going for the kill, he hooked his thumbs into Alex's hip divots, kneading and squeezing the area.

That seemed to work quite well.

“GAH- HEHENRY! You- YAHAHA! FAHAHACK!” The law student lost his shit, practically cackling under his boyfriend.

Alex arched his back off the bed, only bucking into the ticklish feeling. There was no room in his mind for witt; the best he could do was “fuck fuck fuck it tickles oh my god-”

Hearts practically formed in Henry’s eyes at the adorably hysteric reaction. Still, as cute as it was, he had a mission.

“This all ends the moment you agree to rest. Or…would you like me to continue? I bet I could just tickle you senseless all night. You’d surely be exhausted then, wouldn’t you?”

Alex couldn’t even get a word out, shaking his head as he laughed. His curls went wild, getting in his eyes and puffing up. Henry wanted to brush it from his eyes, but he had to keep his priorities in order. There would be time for fawning over him later.

“HEHENRY! PLEHE- snrk” It took a solid minute, but Alex’s resolve was weakening. He was already tired beforehand, and laughing his ass off wasn’t helping. The squirming had died down almost completely, snorts slipping into the lax cackles.

While it wasn’t an agreement, the Prince could tell that his lover would be out in seconds. Henry stopped, switching to gentle traces down his sides. The first son tried to calm down, a steady stream of giggles pouring from his lips.

“H-hoholy shihihit… Thahat was evil.” He tried taking some deep breaths, rubbing his cheeks. Alex hadn’t laughed that hard in a while. He was close to just passing out right there, pure exhaustion hitting him like a freight train.

“Possibly. You deserved it, though.” Henry leaned down, gently kissing his curved lips. This sight was one of his new favorites: Alex, his toned skin flushed, practically a puddle of giggles beneath him.

Alex flipped him the bird before melting into the kiss. He weakly pulled his boyfriend down, snuggling against him. He’d all but forgotten about his essay, eyes closed the moment he laid still; the poor guy was wiped. It wasn’t terrible by any means, but all his energy was gone.

Carefully grabbing his phone, Henry set an alarm for six AM.

They’d finish that research paper; he was certain of that. With a bit of sleep, Alex would be a writing machine. True, the slightly rushed grammar would be atrocious, but that’s what Henry was there for. Pulling the sheets up over them both, Henry breathed a happy sigh.

“Good night, love.”

#rwrb tickle #lee!alex #ler!henry #ticklish!alex #sfw tickling community #tickle #tickle fic #red white and royal blue tickle #rw&rh tickle #rwrb alex #rwrb henry #alex claremont-diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb

[sophie-frm-mars]

Ben Shapiro enters his willy wonka era

Disclaimer: Ben Shapiro is a morally bankrupt shitheel who hates women and he doesn't deserve the oxygen of publicity, but this fucking thing has given me brainworms and I need to smoke them out.

Okay so 2023 is doing something AMAZING to the brains of celebrity reactionaries. First Jordan Peterson wore his "twitter suit" with a matching tie that has "little elon musk heads" on it, most aptly described by Sam Seder as JBP entering his "willy wonka era"

But this morning I wake up to see that everyone's favourite facts and logic boy Ben Shapiro has created this fucking monstrosity. This rube goldberg machine of political "science". This mousetrap-ass load of bullshit. I have to conclude that Shapiro is also entering his Wonka era.

So what the fuck is going on here?

Benny has concocted from his powerful mind a formula for determining "governmental legitimacy" which is just such a beautiful artefact of who Ben Shapiro, as opposed to his colleagues, truly is. Clearly the dream of the Intellectual Dark Web never went away, and while others realise that their role within the fetid reanimated corpse of modern conservatism is to troll and clown their way through towards their political vision, Shapiro thinks he's doing real serious business here.

So we're going to use maths to acertain a quality that is by definition subjective. Legitimacy is going to be nil if you consider a government ideologically abhorrent, and if you're a party zealot who believes with total burning passion in the project of the current administration, legitimacy is going to be absolute. That's just fantastic. I love maths. I did my maths A Level two years early. I can't wait to dive in here and learn some maths with Mr. Ben Ass P-word

So the factors in the equation: he uses social solidarity (S), the responsiveness of the government to citizens (R), the "avoidability" of the government (A) which isn't as silly as it sounds to begin with, the efficacy of the government or its ability to implement (I) what it means to do, and all of that is divided by the violation of people's rights (V), the strictness of the laws or regulations (R') and lastly the force used to maintain those laws, or as Shapiro has it the aggressiveness (A').

I'm gonna work backwards through these factors because I think we'll have more fun that way, but I wanna say first that although Shapiro's purpose in producing this abomination is in trying to make it look like you can scientifically determine the legitimacy of a government in a numerical figure, sometimes equations in science are produced not to use exact units or even perform the calculation in them but to get us to agree on the factors that are involved in constituting something like "governmental legitimacy". I wanna say secondly that only a conservative hyperfreak of Ben's calibur could think "governmental legitimacy" is really the Big Political Question of our current moment. Thirdly I'll just say that if you were going to try to make this calculation, the fact that no part of this equation measures how closely the ideology of the government matches the desires of the population (I know, how would you even) or how legally the government's mandate was obtained (again, a nightmare) is just, basically pretty funny.

Okay

Aggressiveness (A') is a reasonably quantifiable factor. We could measure the police budgets per capita that are put towards militarisation, the number of incidents of police brutality supposing we could get non-state reporting on that, the number of police, perhaps a weighted scale of different policing tactics. However, there's already a problem observable in the real world: policing is not uniform. Police brutality, more militaristic policing, more extreme tactics and even vitally where the police are deployed is highly racialised, differentiated by class strata, and as is readily apparent in the imperial core right now, even partisan as police are far more likely to consider leftist protest or disruption to be a serious threat than its right wing counterparts.

Regulations (R') seems theoretically quantifiable, and there are others who have tried to quantify how strict and authoritarian the policy environment created by a government is. We're gonna keep coming back to this same problem though: legitimacy is subjective and if an entire population were absolutely A-OK with being surveilled, jailed, brutalised, taxed, banned, prohibited, spanked and spit on by the state, and they'd voted the government in with a landslide majority to try and do it to em as nasty as possible, many would argue that would be a legitimate government.

Violation (V) of people's rights is again theoretically quantifiable, but which rights, and whose? because Ben Shapiro believes that abortion is murder, and believes that someone's rights are being violated whenever an abortion is performed. Not only that but he has also argued in several places that the pregnant person is being let down by society when they get an abortion because they deserve instead to have support to have and raise the baby, or be able to put the baby up for adoption confident in the quality of life that the child will receive. If you think abortion is murder, the "violation of rights" alone will make the denominator of this fraction absolutely enormous and, unsurprisingly, make the legitimacy of any government that allows abortion to be practiced very very low. Would you look at that, it's like legitimacy is subjective or something waow

Implementation (I) of the things that the government intends to do is actually pretty quantifiable but we need a coefficient attached to implementation here, right? One that can swing positive or negative, that tells us how well the government aligns with the will of the people, because a very effective government that does the opposite of what the people want is more illegitimate than an ineffective government that intends to do what the people want. Maybe that's in Shapiro's definition to begin with, an implementation of what the people want.

Avoidability (A) is actually a very fun and interesting metric for citizen consent. Can people leave if they don't like what the government is doing. I don't actually disagree with the idea of this factor relating to legitimacy at all, and I think it's a fairly decent point, although I'd prefer to see it factor in the possibility of living outside of government jurisdiction within the territory of the state, as well as weighing up the ability to engage partially with state jurisdiction, which would be a much more robust way of understanding "avoidability". Shapiro just defines it like "if people don't like the government they should move", and what can I say but

In all seriousness that opens up a whole second world of "avoidability" right? Like what resources do people have, how mobile are they, can they bring their belongings, resources, family with them if they decide to exercise this right to exit? We can't simply measure the number of emigrants from a country to see how many people "didn't consent" to the government there, because there are all sorts of reasons you wouldn't want to simply move country if you didn't agree with the legitimacy of the government. I'm a trans woman living in Britain and I have to constantly assess and reassess the balance between how much government policy could ruin my life and the enormous weight, cost, effort, alienation, distress and time lost if I had to move country.

Responsiveness(R) is pretty funny to me, because like... responding to what? If I write my local MP to ask for gay space communism and they throw my letter in the bin, they aren't at all responsive to my needs, but like, should they be? Or rather, should they be expected to be? Moreover if they reply and explain that Rishi Sunak isn't amenable to sucking and fucking aboard the starship enterprise, or reply and lie to me and say that it's totally gonna happen if I just vote Labour at the next election, is that responsiveness? If I'm on a waiting list for healthcare, and I write an official complaint to the government body responsible, and they write back telling me I'm not going to get treatment any sooner but they're working on it, is that responsiveness? Okay, supposing responsiveness is quantified in a scale of how quickly and effectively a government directly implements what the citizens ask it to do, we again arrive at the questions of "which" and "who". If our government has a massive majority support and most people are really happy with what they're doing, then the vast majority of complaints and expressed desires from the population will come from the political minority. If the government responds to those requests and implements the will of the political minority, they'll probably become immediately hysterically unpopular, but check this out: then the political majority who previously supported them will start to complain, and then, being a hyper-responsive government, they'll implement very effectively what they've been asked to do, and then the original complaints will return, which they'll respond to, and on and on and on. So the most responsive government imaginable is actually a government that basically everyone would consider illegitimate because they'd appear to be spineless and fickle. This is such a metric I'm actually laughing out loud writing this

Social solidarity (S) is so fascinating. So fascinating. Shapiro explains that a measure of lack of social solidarity is that people will vote for their candidate essentially just to offend their neighbour. I'm not gonna even really engage with this argument pretty much constructed to pander to "Biden stole the election" conspiracy theorists, but rather I wanna talk about how interesting it is that a far-right pundit, religious fanatic and some-time conservative pseudo-libertarian like Ben would use "solidarity" as a positive factor in constructing his model of legitimacy. Again, if we imagine extremes of this, it doesn't work in his calculation at all. A population with extreme social solidarity may well support an authoritarian regime that is constantly refining the vile machinery of necropolitics, or it may be that the population has solidarity because they have raised group consciousness in response to their oppression by the government, so two easy conceptions of social solidarity instantly give opposite outcomes in terms of governmental legitimacy.

What's really interesting to me is how this social solidarity metric fits into the way that people like Ben construct racist propaganda about China. The underpinning myth of China in American conservative propaganda is as a place where the population is in total agreement about the legitimacy and mandate of the ruling party (although in reality this is obviously far from true) and that basis of "mob rule" allows the CCP to persecute political minorities without repercussions. If the picture that American conservatives paint of China were true, the CCP would be an extremely legitimate government at least on this one metric. What Ben has accidentally stumbled upon with his social solidarity metric is a conception of authentic democracy which is, far beyond his ability to assess and analyse, the perfect opposite of his entire political project. If people get together to discuss their problems, to raise group consciousness, to debate and discuss and agree on how they would like the world they live in to function, and then form a government based on their social solidarity, or form no government based on their solidarity and live through direct democracy for that matter, then Ben is saying, that would be a very legitimate political project. Workers of the world unite, says comrade Shapiro

#ben shapiro #why is no one talking about the wonkafication of men

[mosviqu]

❄️🎄❄️ moot game ❄️🎄❄️- hi baby,, assign some romantic tropes to your moots + explain why

i totally forgot i had this in my inbox and a moot just answered this ask so i am reminded of it once again HAHA. only did the moots i am the closest to <3

@satoruly - miri is found family (i would say soulmates au too, but i wont be that cheesy.). you meet and her and you instantly click. she knows your soul and connects with it, makes you feel safe, makes you feel understood. your sense of humor is the same and you never thought you'd be blessed to have someone like her in your life, but it happens and you always thank whoever is up there for bringing her into your life. she is like laughting until you cry, like tending to each other's wounds, like listening to long voice memos and feeling so at peace and in tune with someone that you wonder how the universe works so well that there is someone out there that is truly your best friend, no questions asked and no doubts felt

@csenke - now come on there is no way i am not giving csenge neighbors au (slash childhood friends au). we are platonic neighbors because we live in bordering countries and i felt strangely so at home in budapest but other than that,, she is just that type of person you feel like you've known forever. the person you go on walks with and spend most afternoons with and have similar interests with because you are the same age and you grew up together and you feel so carefree with them and they know you so well. she is like evening walks during summer break and like catching the bus and going on a little road trip and like playing in playgrounds and she is like laughter and being silly and being only a house away and everything is good because you know that when you come back from whatever journey u went on, your neighbor, your childhood friend, will always wait there for you.

@from-izzy - izzy is coming of age. she is like sharing struggles and growing up, she is like finding yourself and overcoming trouble, she is all late night talks and rants, she is confessions and fun and inside jokes and being loyal and protective of your loved ones, she is finding your favorite person and being glued to them in the halls of the school cafeteria, she is that kind of person they ask you "have you been friends since childhood?" about, but you reply that no, it hasnt been that long, you just click so well. she is like staring in the mirror and seeing yourself in another person. she is like mourning your childhood and the thrill of growing up. she is like wiping your cheeks off tears and staying strong even on your lowest. its like having a companion by your side even when u feel like youre all alone in the world.

@sanaxo-o - sana is idiots to lovers. two people who are in love with each other, but too oblivious and dumb to realize it. she is all silly acts and blushing cheeks and chaotic energy that makes you question the nature of the relationship. she is all caring and sweet and genuine and over-all besties vibes. it takes a while to figure out your feelings, but u get to it eventually.

@okkotsu-simp - kyuzu is first love au. my innocent sweet little sister i need to protect at all times. she is shy glances and rosy cheeks and lovesick hearts and screaming over the boy you like. she is like freedom and fun and all the pure things in the world in my eyes. that type that makes u wanna squish their cheeks and give them a forehead kiss.

@injangism - is academic rivals to lovers au. that type where you argue (not that we ever did) and go after each others throat, but u secretly admire them for their big brain and their strengths and their smarts and the determination. you admire them from afar but would never admit it because words are too embarrassing, so getting to their level is what you do to make them notice you. and then u realize the sexual tension and it all ends well<3

@sungbeam - beam is college au acquaintances to lovers. she is that person u know through mutual friends, that person you somehow end up talking to and still question how it even happened. u meet in college and click over the same struggles and interests and the similar way you two think, you click over deep talks in the lonely bedroom of a house party, or the person that follows you out of the bars on your smoke break. she is like your study partner during exam season u lose sanity with, someone u secretly admire, and somehow find growing closer to. she is like the mature girl u meet in college and then realize she is younger than you and you slowly start questioning the state of your developing front lobe.

@koishua - vie is right person, wrong time. i know it sounds depressing, but hear me out. vie is like watching the person you have always loved from afar. she is making you reflect on who you were and who you are now, she is the person that got away but you keep thinking about in hopes that they're okay and happy. she is that person you stalk on insta and feel proud of, wishing them well, despite not crossing your paths with them. and im not saying we no longer have the same path, i just think your tumblr hiatus left a scar on me 💔💔 i love you always vie, u are like my mature younger sister. you make me think of just how fast time flies. also ur whole existence is so poetic to me.

#none of these probably make sense but. #deal with it. i speak vibes only 💕 #also half of those arent even romantic but oh well

[doppel-doodles]

WOE,LAMBS BE UPON YE

Recently got into the silly little game with the lamb and decided to make a little Au around it with my oc's for the fun of it, so here are my characters Ming and Baí that I finished some art for!

Im not really done with the game so the lore is probably not that accurate but since this is an Au im not really trying to be, pretty much just trying to have fun here and see what bits and pieces of my own lore I can keep,change or mix with the games.

Anyway the gist of what I have so far is that the two of them run a cult together, obviously only one has the red crown though and technically neither of them are a vessel of the one who waits but still share a connection with him of sorts in some way. All of this takes place pre the events of the game so their cult is destined to fall apart but we aren't there just yet:>

Baí, The false idol

Younger one of the brothers, bearer of the red crown and the founder of the cult started in the name of the one who waits. He is a young lamb of few words often remaining so still at times that he could be mistaken as a statue giving him an air of eeriness as he stares with that haunting smile of his that doesn't quite reach his eyes into the beyond. That smile makes him hard to read, remaining unchanging no matter the circumstances, his body language is controlled not giving anything away either, even the tone of his voice remains the same, soft spoken and weirdly soothing to listen to. You can never tell what is going through his head.

A menace on the battlefield, blessed since birth with enough raw physical strength to desecrate groups of heretics with little struggle his wrath is something to be feared. Luckily it isn't easily provoked, he has incredible patience and remains poised, moving with effortless grace even while in battle as if locked in a dance. He has a flair for the dramatics as he carries himself with a level of elegance akin to royalty and he seems to enjoy putting on shows.

When not on crusades his followers will see him regularly during sermons or doctrines but even then he rarely speaks, to them he has an air of mystery that intrigues you to come closer yet frightens you away at the same time. Those who do approach are treated to the rare sight of him blundering, struggling with socialising and often just retreating back to his tent as a result.

Ming, The shepherd

With his short stature and youthful disposition it is hard to believe that he is the older brother, Baí's complete opposite Ming is boisterous,extroverted and so high energy to the point he can barely sit still, patience is a virtue he has trouble with that is clear as day, while he has a brave heart, showing fear to none that burning spirit can cause impulsive mayhaps even reckless decisions from his side. With big eyes that react empathetically to those around him he wears his heart on his sleeve, you never second guess how he feels. In turn he can read others like a book, figuring out their thoughts and true feelings, their wishes and desires from the smallest of words and gestures but he doesn't even need to, with someone as friendly as he you'll gladly lay your chest bare to him no?

Where his brother is the brawns, Ming is the brains. He has a curiosity for all things around him, an insatiable hunger for knowledge and a burning determination to understand. His specialty in medicine is probably because the lamb is quite sickly and frail, every day he might collapse and lay at deaths door, yet he'll knock against it utterly unafraid instead he looks to be fascinated by death instead having so many questions about it that he asks with a grin.

The caretaker of all their followers, he stays behind to actually run the cult. He is a well respected as a leader and simply adored by their followers, they listen to him with bated breath when he preaches and know that they can seek him out for anything, given how fast he is he might even be at it before they even say a word! His kindness shouldn't be taken as weakness. He is shrewd, he is perceptive and while he might act like a harmless fool to entertain taking him as actually being one will be your biggest and last mistake.

#ocs #gāuguí ming #gāuguí baí #cotl #cotl oc #cotl au #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb au #cult of the lamb oc #doppel draws #doppel rambles #fallen crown au

[phoebesspikytitties]

Masterlist!!!!!!

here is our masterlist, separated into our separate writings!

🌸

Baby, kiss it better P1 - This fic is about 2.8k words of Julien and Lucy taking care of Phoebe on a bad day where she really, really needs it. dom phoebe and lucy, sub julien, smut

Hold me like you're the tie that binds... Phoebe and Julien turn the tables on Lucy after she acts like a brat all day, and she loves every second of it. impact play, Smut

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Black Hearts - You and Lucy see each other at a party for the first time in years, and surprisingly remembers you. Fluff, flirting, buildup.

Yes ma'am (p2 to black hearts) Going on a date with lucy ends up with going home together. Smut

Greenroom games, You're on tour with the boys, immediately there is a spark between you and phoebe, and now everyone knows it. Softish dom phoebe, Smut.

Encore (p2 to Greenroom games) After the greenroom shenanigans, and Phoebe going topless on stage, the two of you go out on a late night date. Bondage, Smut.

Breakfast Club, After the last show of tour, Julien and you end up in a hotel room together. The tension between you breaks. Smut

Didn't know what i was in for, Lucy "accidentally" teases Julien on stage, and Phoebe tries to hide her jealousy. Bondage, some pain play, Smut.

Owner intros below the cut!!

Owner Intros !!

We will be using the emojis 🌸 and 🦷 to determine who's posting what

Hi, I'm 🌸!

I've been lurking in several different fandoms and letting drafts brew in my Google docs for years now, but this is my first time actually putting anything out that I've written for fandom.

I love so many bands and so many silly little niche TV shows, but boygenius and MUNA have been taking up most of my brain space for the last year, so this is going to be my outlet for the brainrot :)) I'm willing to write anything throuple-centric for boygenius, and I'm open to dipping my toe in some x-readers as well if that's something people are interested in. As for MUNA, I'll probably write some threesome fic as well as x-readers. I will be writing fluff, smut, and perhaps some hurt/comfort type angst if the spirit moves me. With that being said, PLEASE SUBMIT YOUR SUGGESTIONS!!! Feel free to put anything you want to see written in the ask box and if it resonates for one of us we'll write it :))

Please know that despite the fact that I am writing rpf, I know that this is entirely fantasy and it is not meant to be realistic or harmful by any means. If you don't like it, don't read it, and if you do like it, welcome!!!

Hi!!!! I'm 🦷:)

🌸 got me into this, and honestly I love it! Same as them my brain has been taken over by boygenius, Billie, and MUNA. My top song this month was letter to an old poet, if that tells you anything about me. Honestly there is not many boygenius fics out there and I figured it'd be fun to write my own, and after one I'm already loving it!

I'm looking to write some x readers, jucy, pb & j, lucy x phoebe, but also want to try some munagenius if anything pops into the brain. As for billie, I'm wanting to write more fluff than smut, because soooo much smut of her exists i feel like I'd be re-writing someone else's story, but again if something pops into my brain, I'll probably post to see if anyone would be interested!

Like 🌸 said, I mean no harm at all by anything that I write about the boys or otherwise. This is purely for fun and entertainment and is not reflective of how I view them as people, or how they are as people. Like they said, don't like, don't read !!

#boygenius smut #boygenius fanfic #writers of tumblr #julien baker smut #muna fanfic #fanfic #muna smut #lucy dacus smut #phoebe bridgers fanfic #rpf smut

[knickynoo]

Hello there! In one of your episode reviews, you said that Doc seems to base his self worth off of how people see his intelligence. Did you have any more thoughts on that?

Hi! Some additional thoughts for you:

So, I'm going to separate Cartoon Doc and Trilogy Doc while discussing my thoughts for this, since the characters are so different. But, yes, the "Retired" episode of the cartoon is entirely centered around Doc falling apart at the seams when a malfunction in one of his inventions informs him that he's used up nearly all of his brain power.

In just the span of a few hours, he comes to the conclusion that he's useless to his family, and they'd all be better off without him. In his mind, he's a burden if he can no longer use his intellect to create inventions that better the life of his family, and it pushes him to make the decision to leave altogether. Big thumbs down to Doc for abandoning his family.

BUT! It does say a lot about who he is if he thinks that not being "smart" equates to "having no purpose." And it's very clear that Doc thinks this way specifically about himself–not about other people. All the love and support he gives to his family apparently isn't enough on its own. Very sad! I can only assume that this dysfunctional line of thinking stemmed from the way he was raised and treated as a child and that he was only treated as if he had value when he was using his brain to contribute something. As far as I know, Doc's father isn't mentioned in the cartoons, but as I (jokingly) mentioned in my episode review, I can only assume Cartoon Erhardt is to blame here.

As far as Trilogy Doc goes, I don't really see him as having many insecurities tied to his intelligence. At least, not to the extent that Cartoon Doc does. Trilogy Doc doesn't strike me as someone who cares at all what other people think of him, and I definitely don't see him being duped by some silly brainpower machine that tells him he's used all his thoughts up.

I can, however, picture him reaching a point of giving up if pushed enough. Let's say, for instance, that the time machine hadn't worked that night at the mall. (I mean, assuming the speeding car didn't just plow into Doc and Marty, of course) If it hadn't run at all, or if it had malfunctioned in some other way, I think that'd be a crushing blow to Doc. He's poured decades into trying to harness the power of time travel. The process of exploring the science behind it and actually building the flux capacitor and making modifications to the car has consumed and bankrupted him. Doc's built a lot of nifty things over the years, but this is The Big One. He's been waiting all his life for this very moment! To have it all result in failure would do a number on him, I'm sure.

I could see him struggling with the aftermath. Maybe concluding it had all been pointless, and he'd given so much of his time to something that isn't even possible. Perhaps he'd just return to making little gadgets for around his garage or running his "scientific services" business, where he takes the occasional job fixing someone's television. This is where I think there could be some overlap between Cartoon Doc and Trilogy Doc–at least in the realm of not feeling smart enough or good enough to contribute anything meaningful to society. This also is where the information we have on Doc's father could for sure come into play and lead Doc to wonder if maybe his dad was right, and he should have given up science long ago.

Trilogy Doc is hardy, though, and I like to believe that he'd find a way to pick himself back up even if his biggest experiment ever didn't work. Maybe after taking some time to sulk (which would be understandable!) he'd buckle down even harder and be all the more determined to figure out how to get that DeLorean to travel through time. Besides, he's got an impressionable young friend who is lacking in the self-esteem department as it is. What message does it send Marty if the one guy who is always hammering in the "you can accomplish anything if you put your mind to it" message decides to abandon a goal after a failure? It'd be a hard teaching moment for sure, but I don't put it past Doc to be able to regroup and soon have a new game plan.

Thanks for the ask!

#asks #back to the future #doc brown

[hunterssm00n]

Hello, From the Other Side / part 2 /

Lex reflects back on her experience under the ice in the Pyramid, and remembers the one reason she made it out alive. Set one year after the events that occurred on Bouvetoya Island. | Lex/Scar |

part 2 of 2

my Scar & Lex series on ao3: here

*cw psychological trauma*

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

"Scar?"

Lex repeated again, stupidly. It couldn't be though, she'd watched him...

"You're alive?" She thought of the last time she had seen him; laying on his back in the snow, his fluorescent, green alien blood soaking into the ice beneath him. Lex forced herself to remain in the present - and it wasn't especially hard when the large alien in front of her chittered a greeting at her, and took one large step to stand about an inch away from her.

She leaned her head back almost as far as it would go to look up at him, lolling up at him in shock. As if she couldn't be any more surprised and he was determined to prove her wrong, her companion lifted one of his huge, clawed hands, and clamped it down on her left shoulder, giving her a shake.

"Whoaaa-" Her skull rattled, and she realized that that was probably a "hey, what's up?!" where he came from. She grabbed his scaly wrist, which her fingers wouldn't even fit around, and held on so she wouldn't fall. Not like that grip on her shoulder would've let her go anywhere; she was probably going to wake up the next morning with bruises in the shapes of his monstrous fingers dotting her skin.

She noticed that he wasn't completely donned in the silver armor he had been wearing when she had met him. There were a few protective plates here and there, covering the fronts of his thighs, his calves, the joints on his shoulders, and one large slab covering his heart. The minimal amount needed to protect him, but still allow him freedom to move. She guessed he wasn't hunting any aliens on his trip, which made her wonder exactly why he was here, and how the hell he'd found her.

Lex gave the back of his hand a pat, giving him the benefit of the doubt that he probably didn't realize his own strength, and in his own excitement had overdone it a little. Her brain probably looked like a bowl of oatmeal inside her skull, but it was okay, because he was alive. He came back.

"Yeah, nice to see you too, big guy," She smiled up at him, patting his hand reassuringly. Satisfied that he had gotten his point across, he finally unlatched his hand from her shoulder, not stepping back to give her any more room, just looking down at her with his head tilted.

Swaying on her feet, noticing yet again how much taller he was than her, she leaned back against the island. Partly for support, partly because she was having a hot flash from her previous panic attack, and he was like a live furnace.

Scar tilted his head in inquisition, and she looked up into the expressionless visor of his mask. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to tell him. A part of her was, to be honest, a little angry. Why had he stayed away for so long, if he had been alive all this time? He obviously hadn't realized the extent of the trauma she had been experiencing thinking he was dead, but still... They had a bond. Why hadn't he at least come back to let her know he was okay? Was she just a silly human that had managed to survive alongside him, and nothing more? No. No, she refused to believe that. He wouldn't have marked her cheek, if that was all she had been to him.

"I thought you were dead."

That, pretty much, completely summed up everything she wanted to say to him.

Back in the pyramid, she had wondered if he could completely understand everything she said to him. He was sentient, she had figured that much out. As barbaric as he looked, there was a certain quality to him that led her to believe that he wasn't just a big brawny extraterrestrial. His weaponry was way more advanced then anything human beings had managed to conjure up, at this point, and the way he hadn't gone stomping around in the pyramid, wreaking havoc and trying to find a way out. Ninety-nine percent of the time, he moved more quietly than she did - taking a guess, she would assume that he had to be at least 300 pounds, but somehow that enormous body managed to keep completely silent. And there was something about his calm, calculating stare that conveyed his intelligence level to her.

Now, he seemed to be doing more of that analyzing. He did nothing for a moment, just stared at her, remaining eerily still. Then, he lifted one huge, clawed hand, and motioned towards his stomach. For the first time, in her prscence at leasta, he spoke in her language, "Thought so too."

Her eyes widened, first at the fact that he had spoken English, then at his words. They flicked down to his abdomen, and she noted the scar that traveled from the middle of his stomach up to almost his collarbone. She frowned; why was it so big? The Queen's tail hadn't been that wide.

Lex looked up at where his eyes would be under the mask, in question. Now, Scar put both hands over the bottom part of his mask, where his mouth would be, and put the insides of his wrists together, the backs of his hands facing her as his fingers all curled back over the cheeks of his mask towards his hair. It almost looked like he was trying to make it look like there was a spider covering his face... And then she got it.

"You- you had one inside you?"

He nodded that huge head once, his hair-like appendages gently falling around his shoulders. Then, in a mixture of his own clicking/growling, hand motions, and broken English, he went on to explain how he had been revived inside the ship, which had been followed by the discovery of the alien nesting in his chest. They had removed it before it had taken his life, but both wounds had become infected because of the foreign secretions from the embryo - plus the amount of blood he had lost had already hindered him. For all of his race's technological advancements, it had still taken him a long time to heal completely, and for fear of injuring himself further, his elders had ordered him not to leave until he had regained his full strength. He also explained how he had managed to sneak onto a few of his comrade's hunting crafts that had come to Earth, and he had gone looking for her. Lex was nomadic, as her job demanded, so it was easy to see how he hadn't been able to find her; it wasn't that small of a world. Even now, she was surprised that he had managed to locate her exact placement on this planet.

She took all of his words/motions/growls in, having to connect the dots from his three different story-telling techniques, piecing everything together. A sudden realization dawned on her, "So this is the first time you've officially been able to leave... And you came here. To see me."

Scar nodded his head once again, chittering contentedly behind his mask.

She waited for him to explain further, but when all he did was continue to look at her, she asked, "Why?"

He pointed to the marking on the forehead of his mask, then reached out, and very gently traced the identical scar on her left cheek. All of the blood in her face rushed to where his finger was touching her, and it wasn't a bad feeling. Not taking his hand away, he spoke again, "Enemy of my enemy is my friend." It was a statement that left no room for question. Lex's eyes widened - he had heard her and Sebastian discovering the history behind the events that occurred in the Pyramid. He considered her to be his friend. That fact, for whatever reason, made her inexplicably giddy. He had even come looking for her, against orders from his superiors, risking a hell of a lot to see her again.

She smiled up at him, making her desicion, as it seemed he had most definitely made his. He wouldn't have come back to find her otherwise. She reached up and placed her hand over his own that was still touching the side of her face, holding it there.

Scar purred loudly, the noise sounding so strange coming from a scaly, seven-foot-something alien with dreadlocks. He readjusted his hand to twine his fingers with hers, and for the first time, she actually felt a twinge of greatfulness that she had gone to the Pyramid at all. Not, of course, for all the awful things that had happened, and for permanently scarring her mind... But that small part of her knew that if she hadn't gone, she wouldn't have met him.

Staring up at him, Lex wondered how completely silly she was for feeling this way about someone she barely knew. But then again, she felt like she'd known him forever. Another part of her realized that maybe they had been destined to find each other. As sappy and gross as it sounded, she felt something for him that she just couldn't shake - something that she hadn't been able to shake for a year, even though he'd been gone, and she had thought he was gone forever.

Now that he was back, though, a new opportunity arose. And by taking his hand, Lex knew she was willing to take that opportunity by the horns (or claws) and go with it.

Gently, Scar pulled her backwards towards her open door, out onto her porch. Lex closed the door behind her, looking up at the full moon between the tree branches, "Where are we going, buddy?"

Scar released her hand, and knelt down with his back facing her. He turned his head, his dreadlocks flying over his shoulder, and motioned for her to get on. Lex laughed, "What, you mean I get to hop on the Scar Express?" Gingerly, she climbed onto his back, and nearly jumped out of her skin when he stood. Damn, he really could see everything from being that tall.

With one final look over his shoulder, as though making sure she was ready, Scar clicked in question, a low purr undermining the chittering sound he made. Lex grinned at him, "Just have me back by bedtime, don't wanna miss my curfew." she teased.

With an amused chortle, Scar turned towards the trees, and quite literally leapt off the porch at a surprising speed. The two of them disappeared into the trees, the moonlight still managing to reach them through the overhanging tree branches. The Hunter's Moon joined the two of them in a whole new adventure, and gripping his shoulders as they hurtled through the forest, the wind flying through her hair, a huge smile on her face, Lex knew this was only the beginning.

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AN: I do not own the Alien vs Predator franchise or any of it's characters. I also do not own the song 'Hello' by Adele.

#alien vs predator #avp #alien boyfriend #scar #alexa woods #scar x lex #my drabbles #my work #my writing #mine** #ao3 #fanfiction #teratophillia #monster boyfriend #yautja #alien #big alien boyfriend to the rescue #hunterssm00n #interspecies romance #predator

[dancing-with-the-madmen]

Scraps of Evidence, or The Maps that Lead to You

“Give it up, Stede! All adventures have a natural conclusion and this one’s more than fitting.” “No, I think I can fix this.”

This exchange is, to me, a microcosm of everything going on between Stede and Ed in “This is Happening.” So they had their moment in the moonlight, but Stede’s stupid, traitor brain went all Freeze on him, which made Ed think he misread the moment and withdrawal. But then we see the montage at the beginning of the very next episode that shows them spending more time together, and becoming closer and more comfortable with one another, culminating in flirty fencing and metaphorical penetration. And by the end of the episode, Ed has shared his most secret traumas with Stede. Clearly poor Ed is pouring everything he has into Making This A Thing.

So why does he, at the beginning of “This is Happening,” seem so determined to move on to the next adventure? I mean, is this the face of a man who is ready to pack it in? No wait - shit, I mean “give it all up.” Ah, fuck - no, I mean “bugger off.” OH! Bugger it all! - “LEAVE.” Does he look ready to LEAVE?

Admittedly, we have no way of knowing how much time has passed between the end of Fuckery and the beginning of Happening, but however long it’s been has clearly been long enough for Ed to conclude that he’s misread the situation once again. It was admiration - not attraction; Stede looks up to him as a master of piracy, that’s all. And he’s given it his all, hasn’t he? He’s been ostentatiously flirty, available, convivial, and emotionally vulnerable, and if all THAT wasn’t going to tempt the gentleman? Well, what would? All adventures have a natural conclusion. So it’s time to give up and move on.

Which, of course, sends Stede into a tizzy of trying to figure out how to make Ed stay. I mean, Ed couldn’t possibly ever love him, but he WANTS Ed, even if he can never REALLY have him. So a treasure hunt it is!

But Ed is nursing his disappointment. Even if treasure hunting wasn’t the single most embarrassing thing ever, being ORDERED to spend the day with the man who dashed his hopes? Well, that’s just adding insult to injury, isn’t it? (And maybe a little bit hot that Stede got all bossy? Is it hot? Or is it just St. Augustine?) But LBR, it’s BLACKBEARD. If he REALLY didn’t want to go? What’s Stede going to do to make him? Ed forcing himself to go through with this is basically the emotional equivalent of when you keep worrying a hangnail, even though it hurts a little to touch it, but you can’t help yourself because it feels so WEIRD.

And because his feelings are hurt, the way he acts toward Stede in this episode is VERY different to how we’ve seen them interact before. Generally, Ed is supportive, complimentary, effusive, appreciative, and won’t allow Stede to indulge in any negative self-talk. The only times we see him being anything less than kind is when he let Stede get a taste of what it’s like to have to make high-pressure, life-and-death decisions as Blackbeard (another time he felt like Stede wasn’t taking his feelings seriously), when he caught Stede replacing books that he was looting with selections from his own library (which, yeah. That was just silly and not to be encouraged), and when he’s trying to keep the cruel attentions of the French Party guest off of Stede. Treasure Hunt Ed is dismissive, derisive, and even a little cold - rolling his eyes at Stede’s moth discovery, withholding a hypothetical seat in his hypothetical restaurant (“If you weren’t being a dick.” You know, like you’re being to my poor, bruised heart RIGHT NOW), and belittling Stede’s reaction to the loss of the treasure map.

(Slight digression, can I just babble for a minute about how this scene is peak swagless Stede flirtation, and I love it with a love that is pure and true? I mean, just look at this goony grin when he springs the trap and tells Ed the Ideal Customer of Blackbeard’s Bar and Grill and Other Delicacies and Delights and Fishing Equipment he’s just described is none other than Stede himself!

“Aw, yis! You admitted that you want me to come! No take backs!”)

All of which activates Lucius Lecture Mode.

I’ve seen some people suggest that Ed didn’t realize Stede planned the day for Ed’s benefit because he’s not used to other people taking care of him, and that’s why he needed Lucius to spell it out for him. I have a slightly different read on the situation.

Ed has been captain of his own ship for a long time now, and has made himself quite at home on the Revenge. I don’t want to say that he takes for granted that people do things for his approbation or pleasure, but it is kind of an expectation of being in a position of power that people will do what needs to be done for you and will curry favor by trying to anticipate your desires. Which is why, when he responds to Lucius’ insistence that Stede has put together the outing specifically for Ed with “For me? Why?”, I don’t read it as astonishment or incredulity that someone is prioritizing his desires or trying to take care of him. And yes, Stede is not a subordinate, so the expectation inherent in a power-imbalance dynamic is not present, but, even within the context of the events of the episode, Stede has already demonstrated the propensity to take care of Ed by delivering his tea prepared just the way he likes it. Ed thanks him for it sincerely and compliments him on getting it just right, which further suggests to me that he’s not insensible to the way that other people, and Stede specifically, see to his needs. To me, when Ed says “For me? Why?” what he’s really looking for is something on which to hang his hopes - some map scrap of evidence that the attraction he feels for Stede is, indeed, reciprocated, and that he has a reason to stay.

Note how, like a compass to a lodestone, Ed’s gaze keeps being drawn back to Stede, even as Lucius tells him off in no uncertain terms.

Just after Lucius says “And you like him,” there’s a noticeable flex of the muscles in Ed’s cheek and temple as he turns his head to look at Stede’s back. I suppose he could be clenching his teeth, but that doesn’t read as a reasonable reaction in this instance. Instead, I think that luscious beard is hiding the fact that he’s swallowing. You know, the way you do when you get nervous, or anticipatory. Because Lucius also just said, “That bizarre little man over there likes you very much.” Does Ed dare dream it to be true?

It’s subtle, but I swear it’s there.

And IMMEDIATELY Ed’s whole attitude changes. Once more he’s supportive and encouraging. 

No need to go back to the ship; he was starting to have fun! They didn’t come here to NOT dig something up! Most of the map was just blank space anyway; the scrap that’s in Stede’s hands is what REALLY matters. He wants SO BADLY to believe there’s hope for him and Stede -  that he can take that map scrap and turn it into treasure.

It’s why, once they’re back to the ship, that same Ed who was so anxious to be off to the next adventure is now so comfortably settled in Stede’s quarters, talking of “co-captains.” Just the tiniest scrap of evidence is all Ed needs to let himself believe.

Which is why it’s SO FRUSTRATING to see him talking himself out of the possibility of their happily ever after AGAIN after the events of “We Gull Way Back.” After all of Jack’s machinations and manipulations, Ed has been led to believe if Stede has rejected him after seeing the “real” him. “You were always going to realize what I am.” He says sadly as he leaves the ship. As though Stede hasn’t seen him at his most vulnerable, and accepted him. As if Stede hasn’t seen him play the vicious pirate and lauded him. As if Stede hasn’t seen him dejected, depressed, and resigned to death and buoyed him. No - to Ed, there was always going to be some fundamental flaw in his character that would make him ultimately unworthy of Stede.

Then, after the kiss and the subsequent escape plan, rather than going back to the barracks to check and see if Stede had changed his mind, or had been held up, or literally any of the other miriad things that might have gone wrong to prevent Stede’s arrival, Ed just accepts that he’s been disappointed in love (again) and rows away (again) straight into his robe-and-pillow-fort depression.

Now we’ve got a pattern of grouped behaviors, which is always going to be intriguing to me. Ed puts together scraps of information to reach a conclusion he finds desirable, but when confronted with one contradictory or non-confirmatory fact, he assumes the entire line of thought was wrong, and succumbs to his darkest moods. It’s why he stopped himself from kissing Stede when Stede seemed to freeze. It’s why he decided to leave when the romance he anticipated failed to materialize, and why he spent most of the day sulking. It’s why he ran away with Jack after Stede said once sharp word against him. It’s why he rows away when Stede didn’t show. Even apart from Stede, it’s why he immediately resigns himself to go down with the ship when it turns out he mistook the day of the full moon.

So now the question is why is Ed so quick to prioritize disconfirming evidence over multiple support sources? Why does he assume his entire thesis is wrong instead of in need of refinement or additional information? Why does the idea that he’s wrong have such a profoundly negative impact on his affect?

I’ve talked (a lot) about how Stede thinks he’s essentially unlovable, how he is aware of his attraction to Ed, but doesn’t follow through because he doesn’t think he has a shot, and how he doesn’t realize Ed loves him back until Mary spells it out for him. But what I don’t talk about enough is how, because they are moron 4 moron, I think Ed is struggling with a very similar dilemma. Rather than feeling unlovable, though, what I think Ed feels is unworthiness. And I think he learned that lesson at his mother’s knee.

Yes, the silk scrap is emblematic of Ed’s heart, but for such a small, fragile thing it carries a lot more symbolic weight even than that. The silk scrap was not intended to be aspirational. It was meant to be instructional, and its lesson is “this is not for you.” It’s self-denial and deprivation as a self-defense mechanism. Why are some people allowed the finer things in life while Ed suffers - a hungry belly, a gnawing, relentless fear? Because that is his lot in life, his burden to bear, and his mission is to make peace with his place in the master plan. It’s one thing to want better things - but another to expect them to materialize. If God had meant for Ed to be allowed to have nice things, then he wouldn’t have been born to the life he was born to. When Ed lets the silk scrap float away on the wind, he’s not just giving up on his heart - on his romantic, Stede-linked aspirations - he’s signaling acceptance of the lesson that he’s already internalized - that those finer, aspirational things are not meant for him, nor he for them. It's what's facilitates and informs his transformation into the Kraken; the embodiment and representation of his lot in life - Terror and misery; both the cause and the victim thereof.

Which is why it's so important that Stede be the one to bring the silk scrap back to him next season. To show him that the fine things do belong with him, and always have. To give him a scrap of hope that leads him to treasure after all.

#ofmd meta #ofmd #our flag means death

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Adam

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I don’t know why this one gave me so much trouble. Probably because I was writing it on like three hours of sleep and a slightly burnt out brain but I hope you enjoy anyways!!)

- Meeting Adam is ingrained in your memory; though not for reasons that one would consider good. You remember the moment with perfect clarity not because of the inherent chemistry between the two of you or because of how attractive you found him, but because of how strange it was trying to interact with him.

- Adam was a neighbor of yours, one who lived in the apartment just a staircase across from yours; though the close proximity did little to further your relationship. He never spoke to you; so much so that you contemplated the fact that he might be mute, yet you’d seen him outside on more than a few occasions and tried your best to be welcoming and kind: greeting him as you returned/left home and rambling to him whenever you could; trying to get him to warm up to you. 

- You figured that any person who wanted to get to know someone would jump on the opportunity to start a conversation; no matter how shy they may be, but Adam never did, and a part of you stood to wonder if he just didn’t like you. An insecurity which would wind up being the catalyst in the shift of your relationships dynamic. 

- You had a small potted plant garden in front of your apartment that you generally took to watering every other afternoon and one day, while you were doing so, Adam had returned home from the store, meeting your eyes as you peered up the stairs and greeted him with your usual friendly smile. He looked down and away from you as you did so but you persevered, awkwardly telling him about what you were doing as he lingered by his front door. 

“Did I do something to upset you?” You asked after a particularly long and awkward pause and in response to your question, he’d glanced up with a look of surprised confusion and shook his head. A wave of relief washed over you and you smiled, rushing out an ‘oh good’ as he watched you fumble around; a small smile finding it’s way onto his own lips. 

- It wasn’t a sentence, or even a word, but it was something and it gave you a sense of hope that you never thought possible. He stood outside for a couple more minutes, watching you as you continued to take care of your plants before he finally entered his apartment and disappeared for the rest of the day. 

- Regardless of how little the two of you interacted, Adam and you always seemed to be perfectly in sync: awake at the same time, outside at the same time; etc. You’d always assumed that it was a coincidence but it never failed to bring the idea of him being the perfect companion to the forefront of your imagination; should you ever manage to get that far. 

- Blame it on the loneliness or whatever else you could think of, but you were determined to be a part of his life; and his little acknowledgement towards you only served to reassure you in your efforts to get close to him. You started speaking to him much more often, and though it wound up being more of a one sided therapy session as opposed to an actual conversation, you found yourself growing more and more comfortable in his presence; and found that he was starting to loosen up in your company as well. 

- Because of this, you found yourself bold enough to venture over to his apartment late one night, noticing that his lights were still on while you yourself were struggling to fall asleep. 

- And though you felt a bit silly and worried that you’d be bothering him, you powered through your nervousness and knocked on his front door; stuttering out an apology once he opened it and asking if you could come in. He opened the door a bit further and silently let you inside, holding back his dog as you rambled out an explanation and looked around his apartment curiously. 

- You were so caught up in looking around that you barely even heard him speak; or maybe you were just so used to him not speaking that you thought you’d imagined it. Either way, it wouldn’t have surprised you: after all, the statement was so out of left field that it probably should have been a hallucination.

- His first words were asking if you wanted some ice cream: …god, he really was bizarre. 

- But if he was bizarre then so were you because you mulled it over silently for a couple seconds before smiling and saying sure; leading to you sitting down in his apartment for a while and coaxing sentences out of him between bites of cold dessert. 

- Adam still doesn’t talk much after that but he isn’t as totally silent and as awkward around you as he once was. He lets you do most of the conversation making but every now and again, he’ll go off on a tangent and really start to tell you about something and it always manages to make you smile; regardless of what your mood had been prior to that moment. 

- If you’re waiting for a confession from him or an invitation to a first date then rethink your decisions and realize that you’re not going to get either of them any time soon. If you want your relationship with Adam to progress then you’re gonna have to make the first move yourself; probably by kissing him and seeing how he reacts. Which is exactly what you chose to do....

- One day, after weeks of getting to know each other and very obviously falling in love, you found yourself in his apartment, listening to records and just enjoying each others company. After mulling it over and chickening out a few times, you mustered up some courage and leaned in; pausing yet choosing to ignore his instinctual flinching back before pressing your lips softly to his own. 

- The kiss was featherlight and clumsy and probably left a lot to be desired but the shaky breath he let out as you pulled away from him made your entire body melt. He looked like he was seeing fireworks in front of his eyes as you searched his face for any signs of protest and the way he moved just an inch closer to you told you everything you needed to hear as you leaned in to kiss him again. 

- How could you be so evil as to steal a sick mans heart?

- There’s very few things that can get in the way of Adam enjoying your affection and location has never been one of them. He doesn’t have enough social awareness for pda to ever bother him so he welcomes any attention you want to give him with open arms. He’s touch starved after all; you have years of isolation to make up for.

- Though he definitely finds it difficult to make the first move in the beginning of your relationship, he starts getting more and more used to it the longer the two of you are together. And though he may still prefer it whenever you come to him, he’ll begin to feel comfortable just coming to you whenever he feels the need for a little human contact or just wants to shower you in affection.

- Holding hands. It might not be your preferred choice of affection, but you got so used to doing it during his “too flustered to think” phase and now it’s just a force of habit; one that both of you tend to enjoy. 

- Kissing him on the cheek is a guaranteed way to cheer him up regardless of his mood; though any type of kiss is fine by him. He can feel the tingle of your lips for the rest of the day and he never gets tired of it; especially when he’s having a hard time. 

- Most kisses with Adam are clumsy and soft; a sort of barely there and featherlight type of kiss that leaves you wanting more. But occasionally, he’ll kiss you with a restrained sort of passion; one that makes you melt where you stand and reminds you that he loves you more than anything in the entire world. He speaks through his actions and his kisses write poetry that rivals Shakespeare.

- Connecting your foreheads. It’s one of the few types of affection that he always seems to initiate himself.

- Pet names really aren’t Adams thing; unless they’re being directed towards him. He only ever calls you by your full given name but he never minds; and oftentimes really enjoys, hearing you refer to him as some lovey dovey term of endearment. Nothing makes him short circuit and fold faster than hearing you call him “baby” or something of the sort.  

- You are; quite literally, the only thing besides sheer exhaustion that can make him fall asleep on a regular and healthy basis. You don’t even have to be doing anything; though cuddling with him certainly helps, just being in your presence; listening to you making noise and smelling your perfume, is enough to calm him down and send him to dreamland. 

- Speaking of cuddling: it’s grown to be quite the obsession of his. Most of the time you’re either sleeping on his chest or he’s sleeping on yours: usually while his dog lays at your feet, and depending on who’s who, you’ll either listen to his heartbeat or the sound of his soft breathing and begin to drift off to sleep yourself. 

- That being said: it’s fairly normal for him to stay awake and watch you sleep; finding comfort in the peaceful look on your face and the quiet moments between you where he just gets to cherish your presence and the feel of you in his arms. Just try and forget about the fact that he confessed to watching you sleep before the two of you started dating; it’s not important right now. 

- You know those boyfriends who refuse to learn anything about your hobbies or go to certain places with you because it’s “just not their thing”? Adam is the opposite of those. He loves spending time with you, so much so that he’ll let you drag him all around town and spend hours at a time trying to understand your interests just because he wants to be closer to you and knows it’ll make you happy; and seeing you happy makes him happy.

- Being allowed to do pretty much whatever you want with him. Drag him to different places, dress him up, cut his hair, fuss over and annoy him, etc. He takes it all like a champ and comes back for more the next day.

- Staying in a lot and just listening to records or watching different films. He likes his quiet time; especially when it involves you, so never feel afraid to ask for a raincheck on that really involved date that the two of you planned if you just feel like relaxing at home.

- Slow dancing alone in your apartments.

- Playing board games together.

- Walking his dog with him.

- Visiting the orphanage he grew up in and watching as he reminisces; quietly pointing out all of the locations and details that were included in the childhood stories that he told you so much about.

- Star gazing together. Whenever the two of you are out late at night, he’ll point out the constellations and the moon and the different planets you can see from Earth and tell you all about them; sometimes really sweetly tilting your head so you can spot them better.

- Visiting each other at work; if you don’t work together already.

- Watching him as he whittles and receiving some of his carvings as gifts every now and again. He loves seeing them scattered around your room whenever he visits and promises to make you as many as you want when you first express how much you like them.

- Speaking of gifts: he only ever seems to give you things that you’re sure you’ll cherish for the rest of your life. Handmade creations, perfect replicas of things from your past that you’ve told him about, things that mean a lot to him that he wants to share with you, etc. You’re almost always close to tears whenever he surprises you with them; which usually prompts him to apologize like he’s done something wrong.

- Give him a gift and he turns into a kid on Christmas; no matter how small it may be. He’ll love it because it came from you; not because it’s inherently cool or expensive. Not to mention, the mere act of receiving a present helps to heal his inner child and makes him smile like nothing else.

- Adam went through a lot of repression and trauma growing up so on occasion, you’re just gonna have to comfort and be there for him: letting him know that you aren’t going to go anywhere and that’s it’s okay to react however he needs to as he gets used to the feeling of being loved and cared for.

- He obviously doesn’t talk a lot but whenever he does, he always manages to say something sweet: whether it be giving you compliments or reassurance or just telling you that he missed you; even if you were only gone for a couple of hours.

- He finds it easier to write his feelings down instead of expressing them out loud so expect a few love letters and notes to be left around your apartment whenever he has something important to say; like telling you how much he cares about you or how amazing he thinks you are.

- Surprise flowers. He favors colorful little bouquets over roses and that’s something you especially love about him; how even his preferred floral arrangement is so …him. 

- Inside jokes.

- Most people in your life; rightfully, think he’s a little weird so get used to standing by your man and ignoring their rude/pointed comments. He may be weird but you love him regardless and that’s all that matters, right?

- He almost always walks with you whenever you need to go somewhere: wanting to know that you got home or to work; or wherever else you may go, safe. He’ll wake up early, stay up late, or go on break strategically just so he can be there for you. And if he really can’t make it, he’ll call you or have you call him as soon as you get home just so he knows that you’re alright. He’s a bit overdramatic but it makes you feel good to know that he cares about you so much.

- Please just bring your own jacket when you leave the house: don’t make him give you his. And no, you may not ask him to give it to you, but he’s going to do it anyways and you should know that by now. Trust me, you don’t want to walk home while watching him shake like a leaf from the cold; it’s like watching an ASPCA commercial that doesn’t end.

- He has absolutely zero shame when it comes to how in love with you he is. He openly admits to missing you; even when you spend almost all of your time together, and sprays himself with your perfume in the morning so he can smell like you for the rest of the day. Some would call him obsessive; and they’d be absolutely right, but sometimes that’s just the price of true love, baby. 

- Please move some of your things into his apartment when things start to get serious between the two of you. Just seeing a stray hair tie on his bedside table makes him giddy; imagine how happy he is when you ask for one of his dresser drawers. 

- The two of you share cute little routines with each other: like him waking you up every morning with a warm drink and a long soft kiss.

- He’s an avid reader so it’s no surprise that you’d borrow each others books. I have a feeling that he doesn’t annotate his own novels but he’d cherish the ones that you do; tracing your writing with a small smile before turning the page and continuing on.  

- Regardless of how long the two of you have been together, he still looks at you the same way he did when he first met and fell in love with you. Your presence still manages to distract him; even if you’re doing nothing of interest, and you’ll notice him staring on more than a few occasions; merely giving you a small smile whenever you manage to catch him and fondly shaking his head when you shyly ask him “what?”. 

- He rarely ever works up the nerve to ask you out loud, but every now and again he’ll nudge his head against your hand, lay his head in your lap, or ask you to “help him with his hair” and you’ll just have to realize that he wants you to run your fingers through and play with it. The contented sigh that leaves his lips and the way his eyes flutter shut never fails to make you melt; probably just as much as he’s melting in that very moment. 

- Is it weird that he secretly enjoys hurting himself? Yeah, kinda. Is he a masochist? No: he just enjoys having your undivided attention and sympathy while you patch him up afterwards. He has a high pain tolerance, clumsy hands, and severe mommy issues: what more do I have to tell you?

- I already mentioned that he’s obsessed with you, right? Because he’s like really obsessed with you. Almost every thought of his involves you to some degree: whether it be seeing something on his own and instantly wanting to tell you about it or thinking about how it reminds him of you, or just plain remembering everything you tell him. At least he’ll never forget your birthday, right?

- You’re his biggest motivating factor and it never fails to make you feel loved and appreciated. You know how hard certain things are for him, and yet he still agrees to give them a chance just because he knows they’ll mean a lot to you; like going to a party or getting the heart transplant that all his doctors say he needs. 

- Speaking of his heart: its one of the few things in your relationship that’s actually started an argument between the two of you and though he’s terrified of losing the love he has for you, he can’t stand the thought of not being with you for as long as possible or accidentally hurting you by refusing to get the help that he needs. It might take a while but he’ll agree to get the transplant and you’ll be with him every step of the way; making sure he’s got no other choice but to remember just how much he loves you. 

- Okay fine; lets talk about his creepy behavior. Adam is kind of a stalker and he does some questionable things; things that you’re just gonna have to look past and accept if you want to be in a relationship with him. He never really had a chance to be normal and/or learn the intricacies of right and wrong so you’ll just have to be patient and understanding with him: explaining why he can’t do certain things; like breaking into your house, no matter how innocent or kind the intention behind the gesture was.

- I think a majority of the time, Adam won’t realize that somebody is trying to flirt with you, and even when he does, he’s far too shy to do anything about it; unless you’re openly uncomfortable and seemingly want his help. You’re fairly open about your disinterest in other men so it isn’t often that he feels the need to be insecure or jealous. As long as you’re safe; and as long as you’re coming home to him, he’s perfectly fine and trusting of you. 

- Protective doesn’t even begin to describe how he feels about you. There’s nothing on this Earth that’s as precious to him as you are and he’ll do absolutely everything in his power to make sure that you’re okay; regardless of the situation. 

- Arguments are a very rare occurrence in your relationship; mainly because the issues you have with him aren’t something you can resolve with a simple fight. He already has enough trouble as it is when it comes to being open about his emotions; and/or confessing to things he knows you wont be a fan of, so try your best to stay calm and have a civil discussion with him. Getting angry or yelling at him won’t do anything besides make him shut down and avoid you. 

- He might not apologize in the way you’re expecting him to but they’re still always sincere. He never means to upset you; most of your issues stem from ignorance not malice, so he’ll always try his best to make it up to you.

- Side note: Adam is a very “no love lost” type of person. Even if you’re both mad at each other and not on the best of terms, he still wants the best for you and wants to make sure that you’re okay. You can hate him all you want; though he’d prefer it if you didn’t, he’s still going to look out for you and help you out whenever he can. 

- Even though he struggles to tell you he loves you out loud, you never feel as though he doesn’t. He shows you he cares through his actions and confesses his love for you on paper. Words have never been his strong suit but if they’re yours then feel free to shower him in as many “I love you’s” as possible: he never gets tired of hearing you say it and if you’re patient with him, you’ll definitely hear him say it back one day. 

- The two of you cherish every moment you have with each other and though your time together may be short, you’ll love him for the rest of your life and he’ll love you for the last of his. 

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