#rich brothers ap

[elliseleven]

Rich Brothers appreciation post 14/∞

#why is the curly straw actually a good look though #garden rescue #rich brothers #rich brothers ap

[scarfacemarston]

Teacher!Natasha x Teacher!Reader Oneshot

For Lesbian Visibility Week! If you enjoyed this, please note and reblog! Feel free to send other prompts or requests! Prompt: The students come into your classroom complaining about Natasha as a teacher not knowing you're her wife. This is version 1. You sighed as you glanced at the digital clock on your computer. Damn. Your planning period was almost over, and you really needed to finish grading these essays. Soon, you would be back to teaching your high school history classes for the day. The period ended far too quickly as students began to file their way into the classroom, discussing this and that. You were so engrossed in your work that you were hardly paying attention until you heard “Ms. Romanoff” mentioned not once, not twice, but in a string of sentences. Oh boy. Ms. Romanoff was one of the more controversial teachers at the school known for her no-nonsense attitude, sternness and sarcasm , but she was also fair with a dry sense of humor. “Why did I take international politics as an elective? Oh, that’s right, I thought it would look good on my transcript!” One student said sarcastically. “She’s so nitpicky! I got an A-. AN A MINUS!” “Hers is the only class I don’t fall asleep in anymore. Not since….last time.” “She’s so strict even the Macklin brothers shut up.” “She’s terrifying. I heard she used to be an undercover agent in the CIA”. You smirked at that one. You should probably look into that rumor. “A spy? Shut-up, man. Who’s going to believe that?” “I heard she was a failed actress.” “I heard she voiced the Russian Siri.” “I heard she’s a rich heiress that lost all her cash.” “Look, guys, I don’t care. She just ripped our class to shreds.I just can’t right now. Nearly the entire class failed her last test. These test corrections are going to take all night.” “At least you’re allowed test corrections! We’re her AP class and the only way we can make up points is through a new essay.” “She’s scary. I swear” “I think she knows what I’m thinking and then that makes me think more and then she thinks what I’m thinking and that thinking makes my head hurt.” “I was ONE minute late to class and she gave me a late slip!” “One time my grandma called me in class, and she made me pick it up.” You shot a quick text to Natasha before the bell rang. Her classroom was two doors down from yours since you two were technically in the same department. Time to log off your grading program and begin class. You pulled out the binder with today’s lesson plans ready to begin. “Wow, you all are full of comments about Ms Romanoff today.” You said neutrally. “Miss Y/N, you don’t understand. She’s so ….uh, extra.” You withheld a smirk. Natasha wasn’t what you would call extra, but she was set in her ways.” “I don’t think she’s extra. I think she just has high standards.” You responded. One of the students rolled their eyes.

"Do you all talk about me like this when I'm not here?"

"Nooo Ms. Y/N, we would never!"

"Well, maybe you could extend the same courtesy to my wife next time," you said, withholding a laugh. The room fell silent. A pin could have dropped.

“Fuck” you heard someone say under their breath. “Language”, you chastised, but you couldn’t say you blamed them. You saw the students in various forms of awkward shuffling, a cough here or there or “Ummm” or “Uhh” as students tried to form sentences. “Wait, you’re married?” a student questioned before being glared at by the others. Your fourth period class was near silent for the rest of the period, with the students seemingly still in shock. One minute til the bell rang. You saw a flash of red hair out of the corner of your eye. Thirty seconds. Natasha knocked on the door. “Hey, you, we’re all ordering from Robert’s Deli for lunch. You want your usual or will you finally try something new?” Natasha teased. The class whipped their heads collectively towards the door. It was becoming harder not to laugh. Natasha narrowed her eyes. “What’s going on, Y/n?” “Oh, you’re scaring my class, dear!” You said, smiling widely. Natasha scoffed. “Dear, huh? Oh, so they found out, didn’t they? As if us entering the building together and leaving together in the same car wasn’t hint enough that we’re married.  Yeah, I might have scared a few of them. It was well deserved, trust me, Isn’t that right, Reynolds?” Jason Reynolds sank down into his seat, not meeting Natasha’s eyes. The bell rang. The students couldn’t scramble enough as they grabbed their bags and rushed past Natasha. You gave a small laugh as you finally met Natasha. “You’re a mean woman, you know that?” “Hey, you texted me, babe.” “It was great, not gonna lie. Sorry the “secret” is out.” “It’s not like we’re closeted, we’re simply professional. I’m surprised they didn’t figure it out sooner….or maybe I’m not.” Natasha muttered. Your stomach growled. “Alright, I’ll look up the menu. Find something new to try for once. Promise.” You said in response to your stomach. Natasha nodded. “Don’t want you to scare the next class because you’re hungry.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

End

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #black widow #natasha x reader #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you

[deltaromeo3]

ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ⋆ Lando Norris

pairing: Lando Norris x childhood!friend reader

summary: Good or bad, she was always there for him. But things between them changes once he starts to become rich and famous; but it’s not for the reason you think it is.

requested by: this ask

A/N: changed it up a lil! Hope you don’t mind. Enjoy!🫶🏼

How could he forget the one person who was always there for him?

You knew Lando since he was racing in karts. Heck, maybe even before that. But this was a given since your brother was best friends with Lando.

Of course, with that comes the inevitable; liking your brother’s friend. You had no idea when it started but maybe it was that one summer day in Italy.

You were on summer break with Lando, your brother (of course) and their group of friends. This was a yearly thing, and they would always head down to Italy. This year, you decided to tag along after much bugging from Lando.

You were laying down at the back of Lando’s yacht reading a book while the rest were out swimming. Your peace and quiet was rudely interrupted when Lando splashed water on you, getting you wet.

“What was that for?!” You yelled.

“C’mon!” He gestures. “The water’s nice!”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “I will if you promise to buy me a new copy,” You showed him your now damp book.

He laughs, “Just one? I can buy you ten.. a hundred even.”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes. Cocky.

Nonetheless, you jumped in the water. He swims up to you.

“Liking Italy so far?” He asks.

“Yeah. It- it’s good.” You stuttered as you were shocked by the sudden closeness in proximity.

He smiles. “Good. I’ll make sure to bring you back here every year, kay?”

“You don’t have to,”

“I want to. I like having you around. Your brother? Not so much. He’s such an annoying-“ The conversation cuts off when your brother splashes water on the both of you, well mostly Lando.

“Oi!” He calls out.

“…prick!” Lando splashes water back at him and they start fighting.

You laughed at their antics. It has always been like this since young.

With the closeness, came questions.

It was obvious that you were someone important to him.

Whenever you came by to his home in Monaco, the fridge would be stocked with your favourite drinks and the pantry would be filled with your favourite snacks. When your brother found out, all he said was “Oh I see that he has favourites. And it’s not me.”

You liked spending time with him, and he made it very clear he liked having you around.

Fans would even ask about you on his live streams.

And most of the times, he would call out for you (if you were with him of course.)

You would always smile and wave to the fans and it was like they would go ape-shit over you. Some even asked if you two were really friends, and you confirmed it by saying yes. He didn’t like you like that anyway.

It has been a month. A month of Lando giving you the cold shoulder.

It started off when he didn’t acknowledge your presence in the garage. You knew something was off, but you didn’t want to bug him about it.

Usually, after every race he would bring you to dinner at a fancy restaurant. He would even go as far as asking recommendations from other drivers.

He knew you loved food and that it was your first in every country you went to with him, so he made a promise that after every race, good or bad, he would always bring you out.

But that night, after his race in Monaco, all you got was a “sorry I’m calling it an early night” text from Lando.

What a prick!

You were gutted as you were already dressed up. You sighed, throwing your purse on the bed.

That night, when you lay in bed, scrolling on Instagram, you saw his Instagram story. Lando did not call it an early night. In fact, he was partying with the other drivers. This obviously surprised you but you thought nothing of it.

Of course, you still went to his races, but it was like you were invisible now. Suddenly coming every Sunday started to feel like a waste of time; the person you supported didn’t even acknowledge your existence.

“And where are you off to?” Your brother asks.

You shrugged. “He doesn’t even want me here anyways,” You took your headset off and left.

You walked away from McLaren’s garage to go walk around the paddock… and right to Ferrari’s.

What better way to spend your time, right? Going somewhere you were actually wanted.

You walked into the garage, a sea of red hitting you. You weren’t used to this… you were much more familiar with the orange walls instead of red. The workers greeted you and you did the same.

“Cariño!” He shouts as soon as he sees you. He walks over to you, engulfing you in a hug. “What are you doing here?”

You smile. “Why? Can’t I come see my favourite driver?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Favourite?” He laughs. “Isn’t your favourite Lando?”

You rolled your eyes at the question. “Not anymore. It’s you now.”

He blushed. “Well, I’m honoured. And please, stay as long as you want.”

“I will.”

“Good. I’ll be back.” He disappears into the sea of mechanics and you stayed, watching him from the back of the garage.

This had been going on for a while, and obviously your brother had caught on.

At first, he too was confused to as why his best friend wasn’t talking to his sister anymore, he figured it was because the two of you fought, but that wasn’t the case. The pair of you never fight. A few disagreements maybe, mostly because Lando wouldn’t last a day without talking to you.

But soon, the reason behind that became clear on one night he was over at Lando’s, gaming with him.

The laughter dies down. So I decided to pop the question. Y’know, rip it off like a bandaid or whatever.

“Lan,” I call out.

He hums in response.

“What’s up with you and y/n? Everything okay? You know I can always talk to her for you right?”

I see him let out a heavy breathe. “Nothing’s wrong,”

I squint. I know he’s lying. “Really?”

He nods.

“Cmon Lan.” I nudge him. “I’ve known you for years. What is it?”

He sighs, “It’s nothing Dylan. Nothing is going on.”

I sigh, “Well she’s saying she thinks it’s because you’re famous now, that the fame has gotten to your head. And I know that’s not it cause I’m sitting here playing games with you. She’s upset, Lan. Talk to her, will you?”

He laughs, but not because what I said was funny, more like in disbelief. “Tell her to talk to Carlos instead.”

I snap my head towards him. “Carlos? What does he have to do with this?”

“You should ask your sister,” He says, unhappily.

“Now why would I do that? You know I dont like prying into her life.”

“But you should. They’re getting close.” He scoffs.

“And what’s wrong with that? Wait, don’t tell me you’re jealous?”

He laughs, again. “I’m n-not jealous!”

“You’re lying! Lando!” I smacked his arm.

“Dylan I swear, I’m not!”

“You like my sister!”

“I do not!”

“You son of a bitch! I knew it! You like my sister.” Now it was my turn to laugh in disbelief.

“Shut up.” He says. “If word gets out I know who I’ll have to kill.”

“Your secret’s safe with me. But you have to talk to her though.”

He just hums in response.

You were scrolling on tiktok, waiting for Carlos to be done with changing. You came across a video of Lando and you. It was posted by what you assumed was a fan.

The video showed him looking at you. And it wasn’t a “that’s my bestfriend” kinda look… it was more of a “i adore you” look.

You scrolled past that tiktok video, brushing it off. Maybe you were overthinking it.

The video below that was of the same thing, just from another angle. You were so engrossed in the video you didn’t even realise Carlos was calling out for you.

“Cariño?”

You snapped out of the trance, quickly switching off your phone.

“Carlos,” You smile.

“Ready to go?”

You hum in response.

You no longer joined Lando for race weekends anymore. As sad as you were, you figured well, this was one way to get rid of a crush and someone who has been there for him this entire time.

You picked up your phone, calling your brother.

The line rings, and finally, “I need to talk to you,”

There was silence on the other end, “It’s about Lando, isnt it?” Your brother asks.

You sigh, “How’d you know?”

“You’re my sister. I know everything. What’s up?”

“Lando!” I shout as I entered his room.

“Lan! Lando!” I yell out once again.

“What!” I hear him respond. Sounds like it’s coming from the shower.

I barged in to the shower, Lando quickly covering himself.

“Relax. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked.”

“Fair point.”

He relaxes and continues to shampoo his hair.

I took a seat on the toilet. “You said you’d talk to her, right?”

No response. He just goes silent. “Lando?”

“I…I have. It’s sorted.”

“Is that so… then why did she call me, crying?”

“What?” The water stops. Lando opens the glass door, poking his head out. “She’s crying? I made her cry?”

“Yeah. You did.”

“Well, shit. I fucked up, didn’t I.” He pinches the bridge of nose.

“Yeah. You did.” I repeat myself.

“I didn’t mean for it to get this bad, I swear Dylan. Everytime I try to talk to her, I can’t do it. Mate she’s got a thing for Carlos, not me.”

I laughed at the absurdity.

“Mate, you got to be shitting me. It’s my sister we’re talking about here.” I stopped. “Do you not see her lock screen? Even after all this while it’s still a picture of you during your first Euro Championship win. She still saves your contact as ‘bubba’ because that’s what she used to call you.“

I can see him form a slight smile. “Well that’s funny. I still have her contact saved as ‘nugget’.”

We laugh. “Icing her out like this is no way to do it. You love her Lan. Don’t let her think otherwise.“

You were tossing and turning, hoping to fall asleep. You figured it would be easy to fall asleep as it was raining. Usually the sound of rain usually lulls you to sleep easily. But tonight just like the other nights you were wide awake, thinking of Lando.

How could he forget me? How could he just toss me aside after all the times I was there for him? Did he just forget me because he’s rich and famous now? Do I not fit into his lifestyle? I know I’m no model but… God I miss him.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. The knocks were just getting more impatient. You groaned, leaving your bed. “I’m coming! Jesus.”

You unlocked the door in frustration, but all that frustration went away when the person who stood in front of your door was none other than Lando Norris.

“L-lando?” You croaked. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Hey,” He smiles. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, o-of course.” You stepped aside as he enters.

He clears his throat. You were still confused. When did he come home?

“So, listen.” He says, as he takes a seat. “I’m…” He exhales. “I’m here to apologise. It’s not that I forgot you, or that you don’t fit into my lifestyle. You do, and you are one of the few people that understands this more than anyone. So,” He pauses, gathering all the courage he has. “I’m here to say that, yes.”

Yes what?

“Yes, I do like you. I’ve liked you since you took that trophy off my hands in Italy. I’m sorry I hurt you. And please, don’t ever doubt your place in my life, you’re always on top… after my career of course.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What took you so long?”

“What?”

“I said, what took you-“

“No I heard you the first time. I dunno.” He shrugs.

There was silence between the two of you. “Okay.” Was all you could say.

He leaves your apartment, relieved but unsatisfied. Maybe he was expecting a kiss. A hug? Maybe even for you to jump on him and cry?

He unlocks his car. It was pouring. When he was about to enter his car, a familiar voice stops him.

“Lando!” You stood, under the rain.

He rushes over to you. “What are you doing?! You’re gonna catch a cold! Your brother’s gonna kill me.”

You laugh. “I forgot to tell you,”

“Tell me what?”

“That I like you too. About damn time!”

He smiles. The widest you’ve ever seen. “Really? You don’t have a thing for Carlos?”

“No, I don’t. I’ve always had a thing for you though,”

He smiles, again. “Well, me too. I’m sorry it took me so long,”

“It’s okay. I was waiting. I was here all along.” You smile. He holds your face, brushing the rain on your face away with his thumbs. The gap between you two closes as he kisses you under the rain.

You pull away, “It’s not safe for you to drive home. And I need someone to keep me warm,” You flash him a cheeky smile.

“I’ll gladly be your human heater,” He says, kissing you once again.

#lando norris #f1 x you #f1 #f1 imagines #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #deltaromeo3 #lando norris fic #lando norris imagines #f1 fic #one shot

[canthelpit0]

Jealous girl

Pairing: Chris x jealous!Reader

Wordcount: 5.1k +

Summary: where a girl from school, that you don’t like, somehow knows Chris. Your school life and private life collide, as you decide to make rash moves to get back at her, and teach her a lesson.

Warnings: smut, jealousy, rich kid!Reader, use of y/n, they’re seniors in HS, marking, possessive!Reader )if u squint), pet names, p in v, filming, creampie, unprotected

(A/N: ik I’ve been doing a lot of rich kid reader, but it’s just sm easier 😭 I'm sorry for any grammar errors, English is not my fist language. also, the song has like barely anything to do with the plot.)

I’ve been friends with the triplets for most of my life. We just click.

I’ve always had a slight crush on Chris, he’s the first one I met.

I was scribbling a drawing in kindergarden, sitting at a table all by myself, when Chris came up to me. He started to talk to me and rant about something, until he declared us friends.

We grew up together, went to the same elementary and middle school. But being a rich kid, my parents wanted me to go to a private high school for better education.

So now I go to a private high school in Boston, while the triplets go to Somerville high school.

At first I really didn’t want to go, since it was a private school with uniforms and all. But my parents weren’t letting up, and even threatened to send me to a boarding school in Switzerland.

So I reluctantly agreed.

There was this girl, Eva. Your basic blonde girl with green eyes.

Now, I never liked Eva’s friend, but that was years ago, and I don’t think they’re even friends anymore.

Anyway, me and Eva share the same AP European history class.

We don’t talk a lot though.

★ ★ ★

I walk down the hallway making my way towards the door. Today was a draining day and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep.

But I have homework and-

My thoughts are cut off as I stop in my track raising an eyebrow. There was chris, standing in front of the main entrance of the school.

“Y/n?” He asks excitedly. It’s like my brain pauses for a moment.

“Chris?” I ask back.

At this point I hadn’t seen Chris or his brothers in a month or so. I was too busy studying and they were busy with lacrosse.

I live in Boston at the border to Somerville. And Chris lives in Somerville. But my school is 40 minutes away from his by car.

He opens his arms and I gladly hug him. I sigh as we embrace, my eyes closing briefly.

“Why are you here?” I ask. After all, Chris, to my knowledge didn’t have a drivers license and no reason to be here.

“Well, you know Eva? Well I gave her my jacket a week ago and I came to pick it up since she goes to your school-“ He rants, his words come out fast and jumbled by how excited he is to see me.

“How do you know Eva?” The words come out sassy. And honestly if i wasn’t hyper aware of the fact that we’re on school grounds I’d slip in a swear word.

“Well a week ago I was out in Boston shopping with Matt and Nick and this girl came up to me asking for my jacket since she was cold. Just out of nowhere” he starts to rant again, but I don’t even have half the mind to interrupt him.

After all, this felt like two of my separate worlds were colliding. And I didn’t like it one bit. He didn’t seem to dislike her like I did, wich only made me despise her more.

“And you gave it to her? A stranger?” I raise an eyebrow a huff leaving my lips.

I sound more sassy than I intend to, but I can’t help it.

Students walk past us slowly. Being in a private school most people loved it here. They weren’t pushing to leave.

We stand at the side of the main entry, still inside.

“Yeah. She asked for it” he sasses back, matching my attitude. Yet his smile stays big on his face and I could tell he wasn’t serious.

“What if she stole it?” I roll my eyes looking back up at Chris who had a few inches on me.

“That’s what I said too.” He agrees dramatically. “So she offered to give me her snap and told me she’d give it back to me next opportunity she got.”

That seems a bit dumb to me. She’s rich, she could just buy a new jacket if she’s outside and cold.

“You’ve been talking?” I question. I cringe slightly at the jealous tone lacing my words but Chris doesn’t seem to pick up on it.

“Yeah” he chirps back happily.

Oh so now they were snapping too?

He sticks out like a sore thumb. The way he carries himself, the way he smiles and acts, is just a dead giveaway that he does not go to a private school. Let alone, the fact that he’d not wearing a uniform like everyone else walking out right now.

Some people give us weird looks, but most don’t even care.

I purse my lips, if my day hadn’t been bad already, it was definitely ruined now.

The problem wasn’t that he had friends, other than me. But the fact that I knew her and knew how much of a Bitch she is, and how he can’t realize that.

The fact that he knew that she goes to my school, and that i probably know her, But didn’t even bother to mention it to me.

“You know what class she has right now?” He asks me. He actually has the nerve to.

“No.” I roll my eyes. Honestly I couldn’t care less. I only share that one class with her.

I turn on my heel to walk away, but before I can he grabs my elbow pulling me back slightly.

“Please don’t leave?” He asks sweetly.

I huff yanking my arm out of his grasp. Sure it could be awkward standing in front of the main door, obviously not going to this school looking like a lost puppy. But it’s Chris, he’ll survive.

“Chris, I have shit to do”

that’s a lie. I don’t have anything planned today. I just wanted to go home and sleep.

“Pretty please??” I huff turning back around. I stand next to him, my arms crossed as I scan the people leaving the building.

“Cute uniform you got there.” He says licking his lips slightly as he looks over my body.

I was wearing the green plaid skirt. And a basic white, collared button down. Along with the schools signature green cardigan and the tie.

I had so many layers on it was crazy. Since it was a more chilly day in Boston I had my tights on, but under the tights I had Thermo leggings on to keep me warm.

Honestly if people at public schools think the dress code is strict they should go to a private school for a day.

Once three buttons from the top of my collared shirt were unbuttoned and I was dress coded for it.

Atleast the skirt wasn’t horrendously long.

It could still be considered a mini skirt if you squint.

“You say that every time you see me in it” I scoff. I can’t help the fact I’m being sassy, I’m just in a horrible mood.

“I mean it.” He answers.

But before i can respond I hear an annoying voice from in front of me. “Hey Chris.” I turn my head to look at Eva.

The bitch is smiling wide. She was wearing the khaki skirt and the navy blazer with the black tights.

I purse my lips. God I wish I could dress however I want to for school.

“Hi Eva.” Chris greets her with a hug.

I physically try to hold back a scowl. They talk about something and I drown Out Eva’s pitched, bitchy tone.

Of corse Chris wouldn’t pick up on the flirting. But I see the way she smiles at him. The way her eyes trail over his face and linger at his lips for too long.

And I don’t know why I’m getting all territorial, but I guess I’m scared that Chris won’t have time to hang out anymore if he starts dating.

Either that or I just know how much of a bitch she is and I could treat him better than she ever could.

“Y/n this is Eva, Eva this is y/n” Chris makes us shake hands. He introduces us like we don’t know each other.

She chuckles at the silly gesture. She doesn’t hate me and I don’t hate her either. I just don’t like her, and the way she acts.

I’m rich, sure. And I’m more wealthy then her, but atleast I don’t act like a brat.

We start to walk, with them chatting, and me just trailing behind them.

We get to Eva’s car, she’d said something about driving him home or something. Does this girl know he lives like more than 40 minutes away?

My skin crawls at the thought of them being together in her car for that long. All alone.

“Chris come here” I wave him over for a second. Eva doesn’t question it instead going on her phone.

He walks over to me. I grab him by the shoulder to pull him down as I whisper in his ear. “You always pick the worst people to befriend.”

I let go of him. He groans rolling his eyes. His past two friendships with girls he befriended had ended horribly. But it was so predictable.

“Y/n/n. Come on” he scoffs. I turn to walk away to my own car to drive home.

Until he grabs my arm again pulling me back. “Can we talk.” He mumbles his arms wrapping a round my torso his chest pressed against my back.

“Not now.” I huff pushing myself off of him slightly. He wasn’t holding me tightly so I get out of his grip fairly easily.

“Y/n” he huffs.

“Don’t start.” I sass at him. I clench my jaw. I feel disappointed but not surprised. Eva wasn’t the type to show guys she’s interested in just how bitchy she really is.

“I gotta go, have fun.” I smile at him sarcastically. I let my smile drop as fast as it had appeared finally walking away from them.

But when I glance over my shoulder he’s already standing next to her smiling down at her.

★ ★ ★

The whole week after she found out I knew him, she’d constantly call him, and be around me and tell me stuff about him as if I didn’t know.

She’d sho me pictures of them together, she’d tell me jokes that I’ve heard before.

It was just the same old recycled bullshit.

He’d told her that we’ve known each other for basically forever. Why the hell was she talking to me like I didn’t know him?

That weekend I went over to the triplets house like I usually do, ready to sleepover.

I was in nicks bedroom talking to him.

“God, Chris always has terrible friends. And he needs to stop talking to everyone he sees.” Nick says with an eye roll.

This was our weekly complaining session.

“I know right, he befriended some girl from my school-“ I’m cut off by Nick.

“Eva?” I nod.

“I met her a few days ago and she’s so annoying.” He agrees slapping my arm a few times as he gets worked up.

“Right.” I scoff agreeing with him.

“And she totally has a thing for Chris.” He rolls his eyes hard.

I purse my lips. Good to know that I’m not delusional and that someone else sees it too.

After that the conversation topic shifts until Nick is ranting about some random TikTok song, and about how it’s obviously written to go TikTok viral and whatnot.

★ ★ ★

“Where are you gonna sleep tonight?” Nick asks, lying flat on his back, on his bed.

I slept over almost every weekend. And usually I’d rotate between whose bed space I’ll take up.

It is Friday, I always come over Friday after school. And then I stay until Sunday. And Sunday afternoon I go back home.

I always stay over on the weekends unless I have like an upcoming exam or something.

“Uhm.” I pause. I should sleep in Matt’s room tonight. But I want to talk with Chris more.

“Chris” I state. Nick doesn’t even question it.

The last time I’d slept over was over a month ago. and while sure, we did hang out in the past month, I spent all my weekends studying.

Nick had no mind to question me. He couldn’t care less. I could tell he’d missed me, and knowing I was sleeping over was comforting no matter where I slept.

We talk for a bit more until I stand up and pick up my overnight bag. I hug Nick and tell him I’m gonna head to Chris’ room.

We really need to talk about making good friends, and who to not befriend.

Because it keeps happening that Chris will pick out the shittiest people to befriend. And god it’s so irritating having to listen to him complain after they ‘betray’ him.

I walk upstairs to Chris’ room and unceremoniously swing the door open.

Once the door opens I’m immediately greeted with the sight of the pale pink LED’s on. There he was laying on his bed laying ON his side his phone up to his face.

“Oh hi y/n” he smiles at me briefly before going back to staring at his phone.

Chris usually called me any nickname under the sun before calling me my actual name.

Eva’s piercing voice echos out of the phone speakers making my expression sour immediately.

“Hi y/n” she says loudly. I can’t help the eye roll.

“Chris.” I hiss under my breath my eyes narrowed in a glare. He glances back at me his lips pursing in mild annoyance.

He tells her he’s got to go and that he’ll call her back. Chris then hangs up, slightly sitting up, his back pressed against his head bored.

I walk in fully, now closing the door behind me.

I put my overnight bag on his desk.

“I think she likes you.” I say simply my lips tugged into a straight line.

He huffs a laugh as if he thinks I’m joking.

I look over my shoulder, observing the grey sweatpants and white wife beater combo.

He crossed his arms staring back at me.

“I’m dead serious.” I say flatly. “Ever since she found out that I know you, she’s been coming to me in breaks and talking about you like I give a fuck.”

He poked his tongue into his cheek his expression falling flat “you’re serious?” He asks his voice painfully monotone.

“Of corse you didn’t realize” I roll my eyes turning back to look at my backpack.

“Whatever” I roll my eyes. I grab my make up bag that I always had in his room and I walk out the room to the bathroom to take off my make up.

After a few minutes I come back to see him on his phone again.

“Shit you’re right.”

Chris breathes out not even looking at me just saying that. He was going through previous messages only now seeing the underlying flirtation in her choice of words.

I raise my eyebrow at him before it registers what he is saying.

“I know” I say simply.

“How do I let her down slowly?” He asks his eyes finally going up to meet mine. His blue eyes only seem more exaggerated under the pink LED lights.

Before walking away from the door I lock it, he sends me a questioning glance but ultimately doesn’t say anything.

“You know, like how do I tell her I’m not interested, without saying that?” He adds still looking at me.

I walk up to the side of his bed.

I then roll my eyes getting on the bed. I sit next to him my back against the headboard as well.

We’re both quiet, the air in the room thickening. I can practically feel my skin burning up.

“How about you make a bold statement?” I break the silence after a moment.

Before he can respond I turn and get on his lap. My eyes are dark as I Simply sit on his thighs.

His hands go to my waist out of instinct. My arms wrapping around his neck.

He huffs out a breath his cheeks tinted a slight red. “What? you wanna make a sex tape or something?” He rolls his eyes.

I roll my eyes back at him. “That would be bold, but I don’t want her to see your dick.”

“Ooh possessive?” He teases. Chris unconsciously squeezes my side making me whine under my breath.

He chuckles at the sound, but before he can comment on it I’m speaking again. “I was thinking hickey , but if you want to fuck so bad then-“ I cut myself off.

“We can do both” he assures.

I lick my lips. And before I know it I move his face with my hand tilting his head to the side. My lips touch his jawline. I kiss down his jawline to his neck before I start to suck harshly.

He lets out a harsh breath his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“Easy ma, you got all the time In The world.”

Ma. I genuinely don’t know where he heard that, but at some point he just started calling me ma or mama.

Like I said, he used every pet name under the sun, before saying my actual name.

I pull away for a second my eyes scanning the small purple bruise on his neck.

“No.” I breathe out harshly before starting to peck his neck again. Until I bite down, relatively low on his neck close to the other hickey.

I bite hard, making sure my teeth print would be there while also sucking another hickey into his skin.

He hisses at the harsh feeling, his hands clenching and unclenching on my waist. He doesn’t stop me tho. Quite contrary, I hear a few whines leave his mouth. His sounds sounding borderline like moans.

I pull away admiring his neck.

I move the strap of his wife beater to the side, kissing down his collarbone. I suck more marks into his skin, until I deem it enough.

“You wanna tap this, handsome?” I tease , my eyes meeting his pale blue ones.

His eyes are half lidded and his pupils blown out in pleasure.

It’s really late by now. It’s dark outside. And the light pink LED lights make his blue eyes look even bluer.

“Please?” He asks sweetly his tone feigning innocence.

I can feel the hardness press up against my clothed core. I grin back at him, my eyes dark in lust and half lidded like his.

I cross my arms and tug off my t shirt. I throw it to the ground, letting Chris Bask in the sight of my bra covered chest.

The lust radiating off of him only seems to double.

“So pretty.” He coos. And before I know it he’s leaning forward and kissing my chest.

He glances up at me through his lashes and mumbles against my skin. “Can I leave hickeys too?”

I chuckle at the question. It really didn’t matter for me. My schools dress code is strict and I would have to cover them up anyway.

“Under the neckline” I nod simply. And before I realize it he’s sucking on the tender skin of one of my boobs.

He licks and sucks at the skin, half my boob covered in his saliva now.

I tug in his top. He groans against me, obviously not wanting to pull away. But he eventually does, I pull the wife beater over his head and throw it to the floor.

His hand goes up to cup my other boob while he kisses down from my collarbone to my chest and then sucks another hickey at the top of it.

I card my hand through his hair while I don’t bother pulling him off. He lets me stroke his hair moaning into my skin.

He pulls away, his eyes even darker than before. his hair now messy as well.

I get off of him. He groans at the loss of contact. I can see he’s about to complain. But before he can, I start to undo my pajama pants and slide them down.

My black lacy thong and my black lacy bra match.

Chris had made fun of me for wearing such ‘slutty’ underwear before. After all whenever I showered here I left some of my clothes, namely my underwear, here.

I had my own little section in Chris’ closet filled with my panties and bras.

“Fuck.” He breaths out closing his eyes briefly and then opening them again as if checking if he was seeing things.

He starts to shift and tug down his own sweatpants. He eagerly tugs them off along with his boxers letting his cock spring free.

My mouth quite literally waters at the sight of his hard dick lying flat against his stomach.

He lays down flat on his back looking to his side to look me in the eyes.

“Please ride me ma.”

He says in such a pleading and whiny tone, how could I say no to that.

I walk past his bed to his desk and pick up my phone from where I’d put it.

I walk back tugging the thong off swiftly. I get on top of him straddling his torso. I grind myself against his dick, feeling it glide between my wet folds.

I tug on my bra trying to get it off. And when I finally do, it’s also discarded quickly.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous mama.” He sighs looking at my boobs, both of them having small hickeys on them.

He puts his two hands on my waist lifting me slightly. He trails one hand down to my folds examining my pussy.

I feel him push his middle finger into my cunt abruptly to wich I moan.

He hums as if he was thinking. “So tight baby.” He coos his second hand on my waist caressing my skin gently.

“Gotta stretch this pussy out. We don’t want it to tear do we?” Chris asks sarcastically, obviously joking.

I lick my lips and let out a dry chuckle. His girth really did look painfully big. Atleast for what I was used to.

It wasn’t like he was that big, but it was definitely well above average.

I hand him my phone so he can start recording and that’s just what he does. He uses his hand from my waist to film this.

The camera pointing right at my pussy. He pushes a second finger in, briefly finger fucking me and scissoring his fingers to stretch me more.

“So fucking soaked.” He groans under this breath.

Chris takes his fingers out of me grabbing his hard dick and jerking it for a second. I lift myself and he positions it at my cunt, while also making sure to keep the camera at the right angle.

I push myself down letting out a breathy moan.

His hand, that’s not holding my phone, goes to my waist to steady me.

I suddenly push myself down on him completely. I whine loudly, my body jerking forward at the impact. He groans at the feeling of being balls deep in me.

“You okay?” He asks rubbing my waist gently in comfort.

“Yea” I breathe out my eyes closing as I try to get used to the feeling.

My legs are already numb and I’m already questioning why I’m on top.

I start to slowly bounce myself on him. He watches through my phone, his eyes glued to where we connect, seemingly fascinated by the sight.

“So tight for me.” He breaths out harshly trying to hold back loud groans. He was painfully aware of the fact that his siblings and parents were home.

I start to bounce on him more listening to him shower me in praises and compliments.

“Fuck.” His eyes stay trained on the phone screen, but he occasionally glances up to look at me.

I start to ride him harder the compliments and praise only making me wetter.

“God, come on, get yourself off on my dick like the slut you are.” He huffs. His free hand lightly on my waist to help me steady my movements.

He tries not to be too loud, both for the camera and because everyone is home.

I lean forward slightly and take my phone from his grasp.

I film his face and his reactions now.

His hands go to my waist slightly squeezing my skin as I start to rock my hips harder.

“Good boy, be quiet yeah.”

I feel the knot in my stomach tighten threatening to snap. The constant hit to my sweet spot is so overwhelming, and before I know it I’m releasing on his dick.

my hands are shaky but my phone is still angled at him, catching his mouth dropping in pleasure.

I clench around him letting out soft whines and moans, while Chris uses his hands to make me grind on him.

After a second when I calm down he grins. Chris holds his hand out for the phone that I give to him. He lifts me slightly to show the Camera the white circle my cum created around his length.

He makes no move to switch our positions so I just grind into him.

Chris turns the recording off and puts my phone on the nightstand. His hands find their way to my hips holding me tightly.

But before he can switch our positions like he was lplanning to, his phone starts ringing.

I glance ova seeing Eva as the caller ID. I roll my eyes. I feel pretty over stimulated already, but I want her to know.

“Pick up.” I demand under my breath. Our eyes meet for a moment but he eventually complies.

He leans over and takes his phone, picking up the call with a frown.

As soon as I hear her annoying voice i start to ride him again, making sure that the slapping sounds are loud enough.

He tries not to groan at the movements, trying to keep himself together.

“Eva, uh” he pauses his eyes locking with mine once more. He can’t help it when his free hand on my waist urges me to go harder.

“I’m kind of busy right now”

But she doesn’t get the hint and questions him. “Too busy to talk to me?”

Fucking pick me.

“Yeah well” he lets out a soft groan, pulling the phone away so she doesn’t hear it too well.

She starts to yap about some unimportant shit. Chris puts the phone on the side of the bed sitting up.

I stop moving due to Chris harsh grip. He pulls me off and flips us around.

I grab the pillow re- adjusting it so the side of my face is buried in it, my ass up for him.

He grins a soft slap echoing through the room. He kneeds my ass trying to smooth the pain of the slap.

He spreads my cheeks and pushes himself back in. He immediately starts up a harsh and fast pace fucking me into the pillow.

“Are you having sex right now?” Eva questions sounding like a brat who was just denied a toy

He leans over for a second picking up his phone. “No I’m not, why would you think that” he scoffs continuing his relentless attack to my sweet spot.

My core throbs around him, clenching to try and suck him back in.

“Oh my god you are-“ before she can rant about god knows what, Chris hangs up the phone.

He scoffs his grip in my waist tightens as he continues to forcefully pull me back on him.

He goes to the camera app on his phone starting to film once again.

He admires the way his entire length disappears into my tight cunt, and the way he has a white ring around the base of his cock from my previous release.

He picks up pace even more, if that was even humanly possible, until I feel like im going to cum again.

I turn my face and burry it in the pillow trying to muffle my noises. Because honestly I’d be surprised if the whole house didn’t already know what we’re doing.

“Close” I whine out between incoherent moans.

“Me too ma. Hold it for a bit, yeah?” He says sweetly his harsh actions not so sweet.

“Where do you want it?” He keeps glancing between the camera and me, sometimes angling the camera to show my back and the back of my head too.

“Inside” I whine. And that mildly catches Chris off guard.

He only picks up pace tho, his palm meets my butt again, in a harsh slap. I moan at the feeling. “Come on come for me” he demands.

And before I know it the knot in my stomach snaps once more my thighs shaking and my cunt clenching a round him.

The Camera is focused on my cunt. His thrusts get more sloppy and messy until he gives me one last harsh thrust.

Chris releases into me, filling me up to the brim and stuffing me.

We both stay like that for a moment to catch our breathes.

He stops the recording and throws the phone next to me, onto the bed.

He trails his hand over my ass and lower back, before gently grabbing my hips and pulling out.

He lets out a breath seeing his length covered in our combined juices, and me leaking.

He pushes me on my side slightly, so I’m laying down fully. I sigh turning my face into the pillow my arm under it.

“You okay?” He asks softly. Chris kisses my shoulder softly.

I just realized that we hadn’t kissed once. This entire time, his lips hadn’t been on mine not once. And I don’t know if he did that on purpose or not.

“ m’ good” I sigh closing my eyes briefly.

I nuzzle my face into the pillow, breathing out. I blink my eyes open again sighing.

I feel his eyes burn into the side of my face.

“Were you jealous?”

My eyes shoot open and I turn my head slightly to look at him. “About what?” I say simply playing dumb.

“Why do you not like her.” He asks again.

“I never liked her.”

“Right, and you don’t like that she likes me.” He states simply.

I scoff. “Don’t flatter yourself” I huff and nuzzle my face into the pillow.

“You literally have my cum inside of you right now, ma.” He huffs in response.

I purse my lips burring my face harder into the pillow.

“I like that.” He says again making me look back at him. Chris is looking down at me with a sweet smile

“What?” I ask and look at him from the corner of my eyes.

“That you’re jealous.” Chris replies, his smirk ever so cocky.

“Why would I be jealous?” You huff, replying sarcastically.

“Don’t deny it ma. I think it’s cute.” Chris chuckles. He grins down at you victoriously. He lays down next to you staring into your eyes.

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A/N: this was so fun to write lmao. sorry for not posting in the past few days, I was just busy with school and didn't have the motivation to write. Feel free to to send me stuff my req and asks are open <3

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[supercap2319]

Charlie Baker sneakily spying on Y/N Murtaugh and then Charlie gets caught by Nigel, Kyle and Sarah because he's being suspicious and ends up embarassing and mildly hurting himself like an idiot. Kinda like how he fell from the dock inro the lake but this time something else happens

Charlie wasn't spying. Okay, maybe he was spying a little, but he had good reason to. Perhaps his dad wasn't entirely wrong about the Murtaughs and their quest to crush the Bakers at the Annual Labor Day Family Cup. It definitely made sense to Charlie. Despite knowing the Murtaughs which seemed like forever, Charlie couldn't shake the rivalry he had with Y/N Murtaugh.

Y/N was Jimmy Murtaugh's third oldest son and four child in their nine kids. Charlie had been rivals with him since they were kids, despite being two years older than him; he couldn't shake how much Y/N made his blood boil. It's like they were the spitting image of their dads, bitter enemies destined to destroy or outdo each other.

Charlie was using his dad's high tech binoculars to observe the Murtaugh's and all their rich and accomplishments. It was so disgusting that it made Charlie want to throw up. He scanned the whole lake Winnetka, until he found his target.

There was Y/N in all his glory as he swam through the water like a merman or something. The jerk. His strokes were smooth and slow as he glided through the water almost like he belonged there. Charlie watched him go and wasn't aware that his younger siblings: Sarah, Nigel, and Kyle were watching him, until Sarah smirked and said, "Hey, big brother! Whatcha doin with those binoculars? Spying on the Murtaughs perchance?"

Charlie looked away from Y/N and looked down at his siblings as Kyle and Nigel giggled. "I'm not spying on anyone." Charlie defended himself. "I was just testing them out for dad." It was a bad lie and even someone as simple minded as Nigel and Kyle would understand that Charlie was lying.

Sarah nods and smirks once again. "Riiiiggght."

Charlie watched them all giggled as he tried not to flush with embarrassment. "Whatever. I'm gonna go for a run."

"Why? To go check on your boyfriend?"

"Y/N's not my boyfriend. He's an as—" Charlie paused and thought better of cussing in front of Nigel and Kyle. "He's a weenie." He headed down the trail towards an old wooden octagon gazebo in the woods.

That didn't stop Kyle and Nigel as the twin boys started chanting at the top of their lungs. "Charlie's gotta boyfriend! Charlie's gotta boyfriend. Charlie's gotta boyfriend!"

Charlie tried to ignore them as he ran down the path that Y/N was currently swimming down to. Sarah looks at her younger brothers. "Wanna follow him?" They nod and the three of them chase after their big brother.

Charlie had made it to the gazebo just in time as Y/N was headed on his last lap towards it. Charlie ducked behind some trees for cover as he waited for Y/N to climb out of the water. The young man got up as the lake water ran down his smooth body and towards his green swimming trunks. Charlie's favorite color was green.

He watched him as he began to dry himself off with a towel as he turned his head side to side before he pulled his trunks down and started to dry his male parts off. Charlie stares it at him in utter shock. This certainly wasn't the first time he's seen Y/N naked. Like when they were kids playing in the mud, or in the locker rooms and showers. So, why was this so shocking?

He couldn't take his eyes off as Y/N Murtaugh was almost naked in the woods and Charlie had a front row seat. He bit his lower lip as he saw Y/N turn slightly and bent down, exposing his ass for Charlie as he tried not to think dirty thoughts about seeing his ass.

Charlie was so caught up in his staring, that he didn't hear Sarah, Nigel,and Kyle until Sarah talked in his ear. "Hi, Charlie!" The older Baker fell from his hiding spot and fell on the ground, covering his mouth and face in dirt. His siblings laughed as Y/N gasped and jumped up from their sudden appearance as he put the towel over his naked body. "Baker? What the heck are you doing spying on me? You pervert."

Said second oldest Baker stood up, and tried to look professional with dirt on his yellow shirt. "I wasn't spying on you. Don't flatter yourself, Murtaugh."

#x male reader #male reader insert #tom welling x male reader #tom welling #charlie baker #Charlie Baker x male reader #cheaper by the dozen #cheaper by the dozen 2 #Y/N Murtaugh #male x male

[twistedblunderhand]

Idia once got Azul to play animal crossing and Azul immediately loved it. You're telling me you give him a capitalist tanuki and he dosen't go ape shit? a) he loves the game and getting rich in it. His designing may be shit but he has millions of bells. b) he learns about how hard people love animal crossing and capitalizes on it so fast. He makes an event around animal crossing in the monstro lounge with themed food and décor.

Idia is appalled by the way he sets up his island, but is kinda glad he has someone he can trade stuff with. Ortho is beaming at this interaction because omg his brother is playing animal crossing with his friend yay!!

#twst headcanons #twisted wonderland #azul twst #twst azul #azul twisted wonderland #azul headcanons #twisted wonderland idia shroud #twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud #idia headcanons #idia #gif warning

[lemonhemlock]

The thing about Otto and Alicent having boundaries overstepped by Otto teaching Alicent how to ensnare Viserys - I think people don't grasp the historical and cultural nuances here. Women over history have been coached on how to be attractive to men to get rich husbands or fathers pay for their daughters to go to deportment lessons etc. I think the book Gone With The Wind is a great example of how Scarlett is brainwashed into acting like a sexually attractive vacant vapid child woman by being taught by her mother and Mammy how to get a man. This includes what clothes to wear, how to flatter a man, use a fan etc and Scarlett adds on her own variations as well. It's like an inheritance.

Through a modern lens, ofc this is all wrong, parents shouldn't be teaching their children how to be sexually appealing. But historically there is a huge percentage where this was the norm from the ground up with the working class or lower middle class aping their richer counterparts to ascend the social ladder through marrying their kids off. Not everyone did this but it happened. If we look at The Buccaneers and Bridgerton it's all there. Mothers and fathers and guardians and brothers etc were all imparting to their kids, wards etc how to conduct and present themselves to the best advantage for the families benefit.

I think Otto is doing that here rather than abusing Alicent sexually. As a female and she is young and beautiful, Otto thinks he has a full hand. He sees Alicent as a pawn in his quest for power and when he sees an opening after Aemma dies, he immediately takes the opportunity because who are we kidding there would be other parents who would see a chance to put their daughter on the throne. When we get Aegon and Aemond maybe we romanticise it because they're young adult princes but the girls around them are being groomed to catch their eye whilst the princes are single. It all comes down to power and dynasty and I feel it we interpret by modern standards we lose the nuance.

Tbh I see it evolving into a different level with our influencer culture where TikTik tells us to be that girl etc, it's the parent grooming us to be as sexually appealing to the Internet gaze for advantage. And I see literal parents capitalize on their children by turning them into a product and it's becoming disgusting as they're ambiguously sexualising their toddlers to sate the abhorrent audiences they're attracting in the comments requesting to see the child eat cucumbers and fuck all is being done about it. That makes me so mad. Then we have parents teaching their little girls to be influencers and brainwashing them into doing that tapping their fingernails etc for asmr and to always have cute sound bites or manic smiles at the ready as soon as a camera is on them. We still have our Ottos today.

I do agree on the historical practices of coaching the daughters of the family, so that they become as appealing as possible to potential suitors. I would be wary, though, to ascribe definite time periods or geographical regions to these customs, since I am not an expert in this. I also believe these tended to be more prevalent in upper class / noble circles or in money-making spheres like merchants, bankers and other types of early capitalists, than they would be in working class scenarios.

Certainly, we are all aware, from our 19th century novels at least, of how the education of young ladies was focused on people-pleasing skills and other elements meant to appeal to men: piano-playing, sewing and embroidery (clothes-making might sound frivolous at first, but it was an important practical and economic skill to have in a household), drawing/painting, dancing etc. And the related concept of etiquette classes has certainly permeated through popular culture. So, yes, in a way, these are all related practices to how Otto advances Alicent as a potential wife.

But, I would argue that (and, again, because this is HotD, there is bound to be some focus on the dysfunctional) what Otto does is more of an overstep of boundaries, because he is deliberately shown to instruct Alicent in wearing a dress that is more revealing that what she usually wears and he is actively placing her into scenarios in which she is alone with Viserys. Whereas, "in the past" (broadly speaking), there definitely was a focus on maintaining a maiden's honour and girls would not be paraded in sexy dresses in front of their suitors, nor would they even be allowed to be alone in a room with any man that is not related to them. Otto's tactics here can be construed as rather scandalous. So the sexual aspect here is brought to the surface more than in other, more innocent "tutelage" scenarios.

#and yeah some family vloggers engage in problematic camera-coaching towards their children in a bid to get them to make more content #it's a notorious problem #but (bar the cucumber lady in whose mind god knows what goes on) you can argue the goal is mostly money-making and not matrimonial or sexua #so The Man™ not the man #ask #anon #ottolicent

[staud]

Tag Game: Get to Know Me

thanks for the tag my love :D @sharkboyandlavalieb

Name: erin Pronouns: she/her Star sign: virgo number of siblings (+ any fun facts): 1 stupid ass brother (affectionate) number of pets & their names: 1 precious adorable sweet dog named rufus Fandoms: hbowar! Favourite colour: uhhhhhhhh orange Favourite song: SO MANY! lately a lot of tracy chapman & november rain cuz it reminds me of my dad. right now Im listening to mrs officer which has always been one of my favs. spotify wrapped said this was my number 1

Favourite author (books, fanfics, zines, webtoons, etc): ishiguro, donna tartt, teju cole, camus, susanna clarke, rachel aviv, etc Favourite fic type: anything by @ackackh Favourite holiday: anything that gives PTO Do you have a partner (romantic, qpr, etc)?: noo where r all the hot rich single ppl?? Hobbies: makin gifs n edits, clothes shopping, hello kitty island adventure Fun facts about you: this morning i hit my pr squat of 120 lbs! that's more than I weigh!!

tag youre it! (no pressure) @supervalcsi @lamialamia @ep6bastogne @blood-mocha-latte @neptunes-blue @mutantmanifesto @ackackh also my lovely secret santa ppl @mollynoble @oscartwofoxtrot

#personal #anyway now Im home n back on the gif grind

[absolutebl]

You're in filmmaking and working on your big dream BL production, your writer is one of the best, you got decent budget, interested sponsors, a great director, a professional crew. Now, you gotta cast your actors, the mains and maybe a sidedish. Who would you chose and why? Which criteria would you apply for example age, appearance, acting style, experience, ability to create chemistry, on-screen charisma, name recognizability? Which actors would you pair and why? Make it country specific.

MY ULTIMATE FANTASY CAST + BL MASTERPIECE!

If I could have any BL in the world. What would I pick? 

I kinda already did this here: 

TOP 10 BL PAIRS + What They Should Play Next - I chose SamYu for the gay Descendants of the Sun, but you threw the door wide open on this one so I am pushing it. (I also did Crazy BL Actor Pairing I'd Love to See ) 

I hold by those picks but I’ll reboot the game a little. 

Now, you gotta cast your actors, the mains and maybe a sidedish. Who would you chose and why?

(SamYu - We Best Love) in a Taiwanese production of Hospital Playlist. 

So Hospital Playlist is a true ensemble piece with 5 leads, but the anchor relationship would be these two. In case you were in any possible doubt as to my ultimate bias.

(L-R: prudish pediatrician, arrogant heart surgeon, comedic general surgeon, neurotic OBGYN, warm & brilliant neurosurgeon) 

Hospital Playlist is not just one of my favorite Kdramas, it’s one of my favorite dramas of all time. I love a medical drama, it has multiple solid romances all ending happily, it’s about older characters, there are complex stories and GREAT side characters, food is vitally important, and it’s ultimately extremely comforting. It’s sadly het, tho. 

So I want Taiwan to do the queer version. And I want it to get the proper treatment the way Taiwan sometimes does with their het stuff, like full on 20-30 episodes. 

Hospital Playlist only it’s 5 queer surgeons, paired as follows: 

Sam plays the funny single dad general surgeon (his husband left him alone with their adopted son, yadda yadda) 

Yu is the kind hearted brilliant neuroscientist. I’d like to see him play a warm nerdy character for a change. 

(Spoiler, these two characters are already besties who once moot-pined and eventually end up together.) 

Lin Yu (OuWen from Love is Science) plays is the arrogant heart surgeon. Of COURSE HE DOES. Slayed by the military boy in the end, of course. Honestly we can pair him with Anderson Cheng again as Sam’s younger brother, but I’m not married to that pairing. 

The OBGYN has to be our neurotic chaos bi character (that comedy writes itself) and I would cast Bruce He in the role. Because, he has dimples and I love him in everything and I am shallow af. He can have all the crazy exes up the wazoo. That’d be fun. I don not care who he ends up with. 

I’d turn the rich prude pediatrician character into a lesbian who I want played by Aviis Zhong, because she hasn’t played enough lesbians yet. Never enough lesbians. 

I want her slow pining desperate younger love interest (AGE GAP!) to be played by Tannie Huang (DNA Says Love You bestie). I think they would kill it. 

I want the older administrator of the hospital adopted lesbian mom of the group to be Tammy Darshana Lai (Encore Martha). And I want her to be having her own life, quandaries and relationships. 

Which criteria would you apply for example age:

I’d like it to be older characters in general. I love a high school drama but I’d like something more relatable to me, and more meaty for the actors to sink into, where being queer is there, and important, but there’s other life shit going on (ex spouses, children, career hiccoughs, side interests and hobbies). 

Clearly I’m picking all over the place on actual actor ages, but the main characters would all be in their late 30s at least. The support cast of residents and students and patients so forth would be many other ages. 

I’d like the Love is Science? team to direct (Tsai Mi Chieh & Chang Chin Jung). 

Appearance, acting style, experience, ability to create chemistry, on-screen charisma, name recognizability? 

I want mostly pretty because, as already mentioned, I shallow af. But I also want broad queer rep and diversity. So trans characters, butch, femme, various creeds and colors, all of them - in complex, capable professional doctor roles and positions of power. I want it to look like the Philippines vomited queer rep on this hospital. 

It’s my fantasy medical drama, I’ll queer it up if I wanna. 

I think Taiwan in general has a realistic, highly physical, slightly comedic acting style that would suit Hospital Playlist very well. (Probubly better than Korea’s style did, quite frankly.)

All the actors I chose (but Yu) are experienced and established. I think Avis and Bruce are big enough names for major draw. And SamYu as a pair are a big enough deal to pull the BL audience in spades. A show like this could take off international well and easily. Authentic queer rep is one of Taiwan’s strengths and this kind of show could showcase that for truly broad appeal, like Asia’s version of Queer as Folk, only a million times BETTER. 

Did I sell you on it?

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#hospital playlist #make it gay you cowards #queer it up #taiwanese drama #taiwanse bl #fantasy casting #Queer as Folk #SamYu #Sam Lin #YU #kdrama #Love is Science? #Tsai Mi Chieh #Chang Chin Jung #Encore Martha #Tammy Darshana Lai #DNA Says Love You #Tannie Huang #Aviis Zhong #Bruce He #Lin Yu #MarkOuwen #Descendants of the Sun

[dekaydk]

The Eighth Sense

Episodes 9 and 10

SPOILERS AHEAD

If you haven't seen the whole thing: what are you doing here go watch it and come back later I beg of you.

STORY AND CHARACTER

First of all, I was relieved that Ep 9 didn't start out with Ji Hyun in despair. (Or, as so many other BLs do, spending time on the character Having The Bigtime Sads Because His True Love Maybe Isn't Who He Thought, Even Though He Really Ought to Know Otherwise If He Had Even Three Brain Cells to His Name.) Ji Hyun believes that the truth is that Jae Won does care, does want him, and is beginning to understand just how much Jae Won's rejection isn't about him. Ae Ri first ridicules him for buying into Eun Ji's line, because obviously anything that Eun Ji says is going to be self-serving if not an outright lie. Then Ae Ri gets him to examine the problem, and, because Ji Hyun is bright and not suffering from trope-driven stupidity, the light goes on pretty quickly.

Ji Hyun having awakened to the realization that he wasn't seeing the whole problem (thanks to Ae Ri) and then THINKING about what to do and how to do it in such a way as to say "I see you, I want you to have what you want in life, and I want to send this message in such a way as to make it entirely about you and your needs while underscoring the fact that I fucking care about you." That simple gift of a basic camera did exactly that, and then he walked away! Others might have gone on to "now that I've shown you how nice I am, you owe me, so start talking." He left because he knows that the right thing to do is to make the gesture and, because the other person needs the space, let the other person be able to reflect and not add pressure. There's no way Jae Won can interpret this as anything other than "no pressure; take your time." Take note, people: this is how relationships are built and SUSTAINED.

The therapist calling Jae Won on his selfishness was, I would argue, necessary. While it's true that generally speaking therapists are trying to get you to come to your own realizations, sometimes the bullshit needs a knife, not a spatula. Then you have Ji Hyun's boss who took a spoon to Jae Won's head bullshit, blowing open the realization door that the therapist unlatched. (The reader is invited to improve this overdone metaphor.)

After Ji Hyun leaves the surf club room, the cut to suddenly seeing Yoon Won break down made me wonder if this was later and she was alone, but then Jae Won snaps into being present, of showing who he is and caring for his friend. This is clearly a moment where being sunk in depression and denial will not do and he rises to the occasion. This felt like one of the elements of breaking his walls down, along with the therapist and Ji Hyun's boss.

Ji Hyun sending the Conor Gray song was spot on both emotionally for the viewer and for Jae Won's crumbling walls. "Do you want to be these characters?" Also another perfect soundrack moment.

Watching Jae Won flip to happy made me wonder how much of it was deciding to discard the mask, to accept Ji Hyun's love, and whether he wasn't on the meds (whatever they were). I don't suppose it matters, but to the people saying it was too sudden, you have never been in that particular situation of depression/heavy medication/self-denial and had a breakthrough. Of course he is going to be happy and even a little giddy. For all we know, happy and giddy was his normal state before his brother's death.

Eun Ji did not once show any concern for Jae Won. It was all about what she wanted both in the moment (let's eat, let's go to a hotel for the night) and more tactically (let's fuck with Ji Hyun's head) in the larger context of Jae Won just being to her a trophy boyfriend and eventually a rich husband, not a real human. With a single exception she was selfish, mean, and manipulative.

Tae Hyung has his own selfishness problem. He envies Jae Won for lots of things: his looks, his money, the ease in which he moves in social situations, without apparently realizing he could be more successful socially if he tried operating from a position of being nice instead of aggressive, and that the money apparently comes at an appalling price in controlling/abusive behavior from (at least) Jae Won's father. I got more than a little sense that Tae Hyung's resentful behavior stems from a wish to be closer to Jae Won both emotionally and physically (yes I went there but him wanting Jae Won physically is not required to make this point stand), and Tae Hyung's inability to love himself and be good to others is exactly the most alienating thing about him.

Jae Won apologized for his single real offense against Tae Hyung (and sorta with Eun Ji) and in so doing let go of the hurt, let go of any resentment, and moved on. I've seen people call this simping: bullshit. It's fucking HEALTHY. He has removed their power, he has made it so he can be around them without their presence causing stress. He won't let them treat him badly again because if the depression isn't in control and he no longer needs the mask, it means they have no leverage. (And we know that Ji Hyun won't let that happen either!) Also, let's face it: there was a touch of shade in his approach to them. (Deservedly.)

Having gone through all this, Eun Ji and Tae Hyung might each become a better person over time but it's gonna be a serious uphill battle for both of them.

CINEMATOGRAPHY AND STAGING

Others will no doubt talk about this in much more detail and more knowledgeably (@respectthepetty and @wen-kexing-apologist especially) so I'm just going to hit on a few points.

In general the cinematography inn these episodes became more conventional because it no longer had to convey the difficulties Jae Won was in. Pretty obvious.

The camera giving scene had both actors made up (? maybe it's camera/editing) to look a little pale/wan.

Something I loved: as Jae Won approached Ji Hyun's dorm, the golden light on Jae Won was wonderful (and made Ji Sub even more gorgeous) and then to see Ji Hyun lit the same way…damn these men are so very nice to look at.

The cycling through the colors as they embraced was presumably intended to be evocative of the colors before, or even just a suggestion of color re-entering Jae Won's life, but I would have equally loved to see it shot just in that golden light still.

The other was of course the scene in Ji Hyun's bed where they're just cuddling. Delightful.

Extra touches

Did anyone notice the little "neon" rainbow on Ji Hyun's nightstand? It was just showing a tiny bit this time; this is how I figured out early in the series that he wasn't going to go through a "am I or am I not" phase. (Go back to early episodes and it's always been there.)

MUSIC

Once again the music DELIVERED. The Conan Grey song, of course, but the instrumentals are great (and I cannot identify some of them, especially the piano/cello piece used as the end credits a few times, driving me crazy; it could be that these were composed for the film so aren't in any Soundhound et. al. databases). Were it not for the licensing costs, an official soundtrack would probably make decent money.

#the eighth sense #korean series #inu baek #werner du plessis #oh jun-taek #oh juntaek #lim ji-sub #im jisub #decided to spell actor names as they're shown in the credits but the tags keep popping up in other spellings #the eighth sense ost

[elliseleven]

Rich Brothers appreciation post 1/∞

(This is mostly about David's hair, tbh, but can you blame me?)

#i'm slowly becoming a garden rescue fan page /j #they're so pretty though i literally can't #i have a gay little crisis everytime they're on garden rescue #the noise david makes in the clip is so fucking funny #i've copied him enough times that i've started doing it too #garden rescue #rich brothers #rich brothers ap

[dollria]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ALL ABOUT RiA

1. WHO EVEN IS SHE?!

i‘m ria, i‘m 18 years old and fully german, bisexual, vocational college student, business administration student although it’s not fun at all and i‘d rather do literature, i wanna be rich in da future, cat mum, natural blondie, chubby but we workin awn it

2. DOES SHE EVEN HAVE TALENT?!

i play the piano, the saxophone, the guitar and i wanna learn more instrumentssss and take singing lessons! i‘d also love to start figure skating (or ice hockey but my cities team said i‘m too old to start </3), i also edit sometimes, i doodle / draw but am i talented?? 🤫, i dance 4 fun

3. FUN FACTS!!

i have a three year older sister, my parents are divorced, i have neva broken a bone be4 💪🏻, i‘m doing an exchange year in japan next year from august 2024 - july 2025, i can do dat clover thing with my tongue, I LOVE MATCHA LATTE ‼️, i have adhd, my aesthetic changes like every month but currently i‘m into y2k n mcbling, i had an emo phase in 7th thru 8th grade (it started fading away when i started 9th), i used to get slightly bullied in 9th + 10th grade, i had a crush on my best friends brother be4 even tho he‘s js a total red flag, ugly and mean 2 me.., i spent about 800€ on genshin impact even tho i barely play anymore.., i‘m an agnostic but i support ALL directions of belief 🫶🏻

4. IS BRO MR. WORLDWIDE?!

i speak german and english fluently and i‘m learning spanish and japanese, i‘ve been to: new york city, mauritius, the maledives → kuramathi, austria, dubai (only the airport tho 😞)

5. WHAT MUSIC DOES SHE LIKE?!

some artists i like r: beabadoobee, faye webster, mitski, deftones, 21 savage, usher, lil uzi vert, travis scott, SZA, megan thee stallion, laufey, yves tumor, nirvana, britney spears, frank ocean, cigarettes after sex, tv girl, odetari, pink pantheress, new jeans, tame impala, the neighbourhood, chase atlantic, 6arelyhuman, doja cat, tyler the creator, kali uchis, childish gambino, lamp, perfume max demarco, a$ap rocky, yeat, brent faiyaz, rihanna, beyoncé, fujii kaze, stevia lacy, wham!, foo fighters, sir chloe, eminem, playboi carti, kanye west, lil yachty,

6. WHATS HER FAV SHOW?!

666. FAV HORROR MOVIEZZ?!

the nun, the conjuring series, scream (1, 4, VI), insidious, friday 13th, the turning, the shining, misery, it 1 + 2, geralds game, jennifers body, pearl

7. FAV ANIME / MANGA?!

jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, jojos bizarre adventure, chainsaw man, death note, lady k and the sick man

[arthurmorganwateringhole]

Opening Up the Western Pt 2: The Origins of a Misunderstood Masculinity

[Last edit August 17]

If you read my first essay on why RDR2 Cowboy game is so appealing to a non-traditional audience, then you're probably aware that a lot of this game's appeal is due to Arthur and how the game writers constructed his masculinity. When I tried to think of a proper metaphor for Arthur, really the only thing that comes to mind is a nesting doll -- he's one thing on the outside, but the moment you open up, there's a smaller, more fragile part of him to unpack. He might appear like the typical strong, rugged, masculine cowboy icon that we've come to associate with the Western genre, but his artistic sensibilities and romanticized coding show there's more than meets the eye.

So we've talked about consumption, the historical figure of the Romantic, and how both 19th-century phenomena factor into Arthur's construction as a tragic albeit sexy hero-figure. But what about real examples? Are there real individuals in history who lend themselves to Arthur Morgan, enlivening him, fleshing him out, and ascribing to him all the hurts and scars of an emotionally rich life?

In this essay, I want to talk about a widely misunderstood (thanks to the American public school system and generally people's unwillingness to read) figure of American history: the transcendentalist Henry David Thoreau.

The Unread American Hero: Thoreau and his Philosophy

If you took AP language and composition in an American high school, you're probably aware of who Henry David Thoreau is.

"Oh yeah," you might say, "that guy who ran away to Walden pond because fuck government, right? Don't libertarians love him because he hates society?"

And as you cleverly pat yourself on the back for recalling your teenage internalization of an incompetent high school teacher's lesson, you promptly tuck Thoreau back away into the annals of subconscious memory, happy to let such a toxic masculinist figure wither away with the Founding Fathers and Mark Twain.

Oh dear reader, you couldn't be any more wrong.

So who is Henry David Thoreau? Most people know him as a transcendentalist thinker and naturalist -- a branch of American philosophy that coincided and interacted with late romanticism, the European counterpart of this individualist strain of thought focused on the sublime and the incomprehensible. Less known are more trivial facts. For one, Henry David Thoreau was born in 1817 as the middle child. The most notable of his siblings, John Thoreau, would later figure in his writings and his philosophy in a really significant way.

As a teen, he fell in love with a young Ellen Sewall -- a daughter of a pastor who disapproved of her flirtations with Henry. When Henry proposed to Ellen, the father stopped their engagement and forbade correspondence due to Thoreau's aimless pursuits in philosophy and naturalism.

One thing most people don't know is that the Thoreau's were plagued, literally. None of Henry's siblings ever married or had children, mostly because they died from consumption before they could live out their lives. Thoreau would later die from consumption as well in 1862. He spent his last days in Minnesota, working with indigenous people and seeking to improve his health in the Midwest's cleaner air.

Yet the death that most impacted Henry was that of his older brother John, who died of Tuberculosis in 1842 at the ripe age of 27. Henry and John had been close as brothers. They had gone on fishing trips (one of which remains on record in one of his journals, in which they fished for sturgeon. More notably, Henry, despite loving Maine and the Northeast corridor of America, had plans to move west with his brother, as seen in one of his letters to his brother:

Transcript of the highlighted part:

"I have a proposal to make. Suppose by the time you are released we should start in company for the West, and there either establish a school jointly, or procure ourselves separate situations. Suppose, moreover, you should get ready to start previous to leaving Taunton, to save time. Go I must, at all events. Dr. Jarvis enumerates nearly a dozen schools which I could have,—all such as would suit you equally well.[4] I wish you would write soon about this. It is high season to start. The canals are now open, and traveling comparatively cheap. I think I can borrow the cash in this town. There's nothing like trying."

Note the improvisational quality of their hare-brained plan (borrowing money without specifying from whom or how; a mentor telling Henry of the greater number of schools he could start; the eagerness shared by our own Arthur Morgan to set out West in search of brighter futures). Needless to say, the brothers were the best of friends, and Henry took his untimely passing hard.

When John passed, HDT experiences a sort of vicarious death-wish. Scholar Branka Arsic describes this psychosomatic episode as such:

"The most intense challenge to Thoreau’s understanding of grief and commitment to loss came from personal experience. On January 11, 1842, his brother John died. Thoreau reacted to that death by means of the very grief Emerson thought impossible, by ravaging his body, developing symptoms of John’s illness...—as if wanting to die his brother’s death in an effort to defy the boundaries between survivor and the dead." (Bird Relics 30)

The loss was so great, that unconsciously his body began to emulate the violent death of his brother via lockjaw (a complication from tuberculosis). He began to deteriorate physically and mentally, and some scholars even note the fragmented syntax of his writings in this time.

Yet with loss comes the potential for change and renewal. Henry David Thoreau relocated to the remote Walden Pond, where he sought to observe and exist alongside animals partly in protest against the existence of slavery in the nation and partly to heal and mourn the death of his brother John (and later on, his sister Helen in 1848). There was no antisocial impulse; no libertarian shirking of one's civic duties for taxation. HDT only wanted to protest the institutionalization of chattel slavery and rebuild life after it had so spectacularly crumbled in the span of a few short years.

In Walden, Henry will begin philosophizing on nature, death, and the singularity of individual life that will form the groundwork for his transcendental thinking. In one of his letters to a friend, HDT writes the following:

"Soon after John’s death I listened to a music- box, and if, at any time, that event had seemed inconsistent with the beauty and harmony of the universe, it was then gently constrained into the placid course of nature by those steady notes, in mild and unoffended tone. . . . But I find these things more strange than sad to me. What right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder? We feel at first as if some opportunities of kindness and sympathy were lost, but learn afterward that any pure grief is ample recompense for all. That is, if we are faithful;- for a just grief is but sympathy with the soul that disposes events, and is as natural as the resin on Arabian trees.— Only nature has a right to grieve perpetually, for she only is innocent." (Letters to Miss Lucy Brown, March 1842)

In a moment of quiet self-reflection, Thoreau beautifully structures a rich emotional life modeled after one he finds in nature and in non-human tonality (the music box). Perpetual grief -- that grief which belongs to nature -- is what he aspires, for human grief is not perpetual. It's fleeting. One day, he will move on from his brother John's death, and HDT considers this faithless (compared to the 'faithful' perpetual grief as natural as 'the resin on Arabian trees'). This isn't to say that Thoreau wanted to maintain a constant melancholic mindset, so much as he was loathe to forget his brother; to forget the singularity of his brother's soul and existence, and as some readers of Walden will suggest, he will begin to extend this sort of sympathy to other, non-human animals. Most notably, Thoreau will develop an affinity for birds, and his observations and sketches of these creatures will form the basis for his thinking.

A lot of high schools teach Thoreau by framing Walden and Civil Disobedience as libertarian acts of individual self-assertion; that freedom can only be gained by separating from the shackles of society, but in truth, Thoreau was an abolitionist who hated that society shackled a population simply for their race. He was a sweet, sensitive soul who feared the day he would stop mourning his brother and, later on, his siblings. He spent his hours sketching birds, trees, and other natural phenomena, and he constantly made visits to nearby villages, where he was often made fun of for his unusual clothing. Yes, Thoreau was ridiculed often by city folk because he fashioned his own clothes to better navigate the woods of Concord.

Arthur and Henry - the intertwined mythos

After that brief history lesson, I'm sure you're wondering... What does this have to do with Arthur Morgan, or Red Dead for that matter? As a reminder, the argument of this essay is that Arthur is based on Henry David Thoreau, and both men are equally misunderstood by society writ large in the service of using their image, reputation, and actions to contrive some artificial idea of a strong, rugged masculinity when in reality, they were both tender individuals who had a soft affinity for nature.

One thing most high school students miss out on when Walden is taught, is Thoreau's journal and sketches. Just take a look at some of these images (please don't circulate as I had my partner secretly take photos of this in a VERY exclusive archive and I don't want to get him in trouble).

(an entry from one of Thoreau's journals)

Look at this sketch of Thoreau of a sideways tree

Does it... remind you of anything at all from Red Dead?

...

...

(credit to @papaue00 for the high quality images)

Apart from superficial similarities, they were both in love with a woman out of their socioeconomic league, whose father ended the courtship; they both died from consumption; their last days were spent with indigenous groups; they have a brother(figure) named John; they both had a dream to go out west; loved nature; didn't really hate civilization so much as wish nature was more valued; wrote beautifully on the people who touched their lives...

So on and so on...

Both Arthur Morgan and Henry David Thoreau play with our idea of the iconic Man of the West. Their lives disavow the adherence to a toxic masculinist vision of the cowboy so constantly disseminated in mainstream media. Their journals hide a sensitive interiority that is rich with emotions and observations.

I believe these parallels and similarities are more deliberate than incidental. There is no way Rockstar just coincidentally made them this similar, and besides, the deliberate allusion to Henry David Thoreau (whose writing is already referenced via the stand-in for transcendental philosophers via Evelyn Miller (ironically, Miller's actions seem to mirror what MOST americans think Henry David Thoreau did with his life, by escaping university to retreat to the woods out of an inability to understand fellow man when in truth, Thoreau was just grieving). It makes sense too, given how Evelyn Miller self-destructs in search of an ideal, whereas Thoreau spent his last days attuned with others and wanting to help, sort of like Arthur Morgan.

And in the end, all this seems like a clever commentary on what America actually is: the stuff of myths, oppression, and violence; and the untenable ideal encapsulated via the gentle souls whose lives are all too brief. This tension between the ideal and the real serves to undercut what characters like Dutch believe 'freedom' or 'equality' means. The people who lived this reality died striving for the impossible, but their goals live on through the lives they touched.

#Arthur Morgan #RDR2 meta #Lia rambles

[lonestarfangirl2014]

I love you so much titans west!

(Fair warning I'm using photos from all over the comic timelines)

All of them can be considered longtime members of the titans organization.

Golden eagle/Charley Parker/Ch'al Andar

Half thanagarian half earthling superhero. Son of thanagarian fel andar(who himself is half n half) and human Sharon parker.

It's been a while since I read anything with him in it so can't say for sure who he's been romantically linked with.

Lilith clay/lilith Jupiter known as the heroine omen long time member of the titans organization.

a powerful telepath with the power of limited foresight as well as other abilities.

Been romantically linked to both gnarrk and garth/tempest

Garfield logan aka Beast boy/changeling

Much like lilith, gar is also a Long time member of the titans organization

a green-skinned superhero who has the power to transform into any animal. Originally a member of the Doom Patrol, he joined the Teen Titans after the death of the other Patrollers.

Romantically linked to notable titans terra/tara Markov in the main comic continuity and raven/rachel roth in alternative universes/continuities

Mary Elizabeth kane aka bat-girl/flamebird/hawkfire(we don't talk about hawkfire)

Athletic rich heiress. Professional tennis player. Flamebird to dicks Nightwing. First batgirl

Younger Biological 1st cousin of Bruce wayne and Kate kane. I love her so much. Much like lilith and Garfield bette is also a long time member of the titans organization.

Romantically had a crush on Nightwing since they were kids(before bette and bruce were said to be cousins) . It's also been heavily implied that she had a adult fling with hank hall during their time on titans west.

Hawk and dove

Twin brothers hank(red) and Don hall(blue)

Hawk and Dove are empowered by the mystical Lords of Chaos and Order.

Hanks a long time titans member same with Don but he died at one point.

Hanks been romantically linked to both bette kane and dawn granger/dove II(titans tv show)

Bumblebee and herald/vox/hornblower/guardian

Karen beecher-duncan and Malcom Duncan

I love them omg I love them.

In order to help make Herald look good in front of the team, Beecher secretly made herself a bumblebee-themed super-suit and attacked the Teen Titans. She escaped without this ruse being revealed.

When she later explained to Mal and the Titans what she had done, they were impressed enough to offer her membership, which she accepted.

Karen is a research engineer at star labs making non lethal weaponry and Malcom whose a accomplished jazz musician owns a nightclub called Gabriel horns. obviously married to one another. They have a family together to.

Gnarrk aka ape-boy/cave boy

Gnarrk was a 17-year-old caveman whom Teen Titans Mal Duncan and Kid Flash(wally) encountered on a trip to the Stone Age.they Accidentally brought gnarrk back. The titans helped him adapt to the modern age. Romantically link to lilith.

Duela dent

Aka harlequin(not to be confused with harley quinn)/jokers daughter

Another long time member of the titans organization

It was always an enigma who she was and where she came from, even to herself. She eventually discovered she was a reality-hopping inhabitant of Earth-3, and was not the Joker's daughter, but the daughter of the Jokester's(think heroic alternate joker from another universe) and Three-Face(female heroic alternate two face named Evelyn dent) as well as being the step daughter of earth 3s heroic riddler.

Romantically linked to a talon(think earth 3 evil version of the robins) Who wasn't actually named outside of his code name (but could be alt tim drake) who also crossed over into new earth as a titans member. So Romeo and juliet style romance.

#dc comics #lilith clay #bat-girl #batgirl #bette kane #mary Elizabeth kane #hawk and dove #hank hall #donald hall #golden eagle #charley parker #Ch'al Andar #gnarrk #bumblebee #karen beecher #Malcom Duncan #herald #beast boy #garfield logan #flamebird #omen #titans west #new earth #earth-one #jokers daughter #duela dent #harlequin #teen titans

[soul-dwelling]

I dunno if you saw the lates Heroaca chapter, but yikes, it just keeps going downhill - from the previously assumed banality of evil explanation of AFO being some spoiled manchild that got a power and lived out a childish fantasy, now he literally cralwed out as a baby evil, biting his moms corpse and magically surviving, only to terorize the world - like this should have been his fake "edgy villian" backstory, a myth - the whole "we just read comics" thing doesnt work when they were born into a post apocalyptic while AFO was the literal antichrist.

Like maybe I'm missing something and being to harsh, but AFO just being some rich kid who was spoiled and got everything he wanted and lived in a fantasy world, maybe only caring for his brother, who then felt betrayed, because his immaturity didnt let him realise that becoming a tyrant didnt jive with his little brother, which lead AFO to being even more petty in his delusions.

Idk, just sometimes to me I feel kinda sad for Hori, like he is aping things without really getting it, like the whole backstory seemed like an attempt to mimic HxH (which even I kinda would critisice for the recen Phantom Tropes backstory reveal, but that is a seperate topic and even that was compelling and interesting in the first half)

I had something I was going to share somewhere about why I don’t like Chapter 407 of My Hero Academia, I was just waiting until the actual release. 

But let’s get this addressed now. I apologize, as I don’t think my points below are going to be as clear as I want them to be, and there is a lot of rambling. 

I am ignorant to a lot of Hunter x Hunter and the recent Phantom Troupe reveal, so I can’t speak to that, and I haven’t looked up more information to respond to that detail right now. 

I think Horikoshi had no good options, because he’s writing about comic book supervillains in relation to fascism, so either he was going to over-simplify the various ways comic book antagonists are written, or he was going to fail to address real-world concerns about fascism. I don’t think he had good options. Either All For One came into existence because society let, or All For One was born evil. 

As I’ll touch upon slightly below, I can appreciate arguments that say Chapter 407 says the answer is both: yes, All For One exited the womb with an awful disposition, but if he had not been born at the advent of Quirks where vigilantes were trying to enact genocide against those with Quirks he would not have stooped to such depraved actions in the future. 

I can’t help but feel offended: the chapter acts as if someone has an innate nature to act like this, and the chapter acts as if All For One’s past actions were justified and he should have just stopped at some point and that is when he went over the line. 

I don’t know whether I can do a decent job suggesting an alternative way to write this story, and Horikoshi isn’t done so I should keep an open mind, but I think Chapter 407’s failing for All For One is in relation to a failure to more adequately write Yoichi as a character with more agency in this story. You want to show me that what All For One is doing was justified to protect himself? Then show me what Yoichi was doing, or show how he is complicit in accepting his brother’s help even when it is out of bounds, or do a better job addressing how All For One’s brutality got worse and worse, because starting his story with him just impaling people seems like it is supposed to show he was destined to be evil, but you’re showing his action as justified because those people intended to kill him. 

(See also why the trailer for Marvel’s Echo didn’t work for me. “That guy sure was an asshole to her for using sign language!” And yet Kingpin is not justified in disabling or even murdering the asshole--cool motive, still evil.) 

But I’m rambling--and will keep rambling in this response, so, please be patient with me. 

As I said, I think it would have made Yoichi more compelling if we saw his culpability in all of this. And maybe we will. But for now, as people online have said, we’re just getting Yoichi and All For One as the typical binary in almost biblical stories: Abel and Cain, the Christ and the Anti-Christ, even Moses and the Pharaoh. 

And it’s boring. 

I’d rather have Yoichi not exactly agreeing with his brother but still in some way complicit. Think Avatar: The Last Airbender and subsequent works that don’t portray Roku in the best light: it was his home nation engaging in brutal warfare; he was too hands-off whether in diplomacy or warfare to stop it. Maybe we will get that with Yoichi, or maybe I’m overlooking his prior words to Izuku and not appreciating that he already expressed regret at not doing more to stop his brother. But I think that is missing in this chapter: we had Yoichi kick the can at All For One and tell him to stop, but we haven’t gotten more of his later years to hear him verbalize his opposition to what All For One is doing. 

Yoichi doesn’t have to be out there opposing him like a superhero against this supervillain, and I don’t want him to be a willing or unwilling participant in his brother’s empire. But I do want something that makes Yoichi feel more real. What if his brother was protecting him--and he didn’t know the extent of how unethical All For One went in that protection? What if Yoichi is still young and just not old enough to put into words that what All For One is doing is wrong? We got a bit of that in this newest chapter, where it comes across that Yoichi isn’t old enough to put into words that All For One should not be killing people. But this comes off as Yoichi is just innately good, rather than us seeing how he learns what is good. 

I will debate “nature versus nurture” in a bit, and while I’m going to come down on the side of “nurture” being more influential on people than “nature,” I do get the point people make, that they see innate goodness in kids, who want things to be fair and just and with equity, before they learn that this world as it is right now is unfair, largely because people make it unfair for others, and that we can believe Yoichi since birth would have that mindset. The problem, however, is again that it’s boring. Show me how Yoichi gets to that ethical system, otherwise he is too passive a character to feel like he’s compelling or worthwhile to this story. And that could be the point, that the holders of One For All were too passive for too long, and that Yoichi’s greatest power was sitting and waiting, as it is his Quirk, to stockpile and not seek out. 

(And I have a rant about how tiresome “the Quirk influences your personality” is as text rather than just thematic or symbolic in this story. We did not need to be told that Toga’s Quirk is what made her like she is: that limits her potential, and we are again limiting potential here with Yoichi and All For One, suggesting that both of them were destined to have these personalities because their Quirks said so--Yoichi’s Quirk is stockpiling, so he has to be passive and inactive, whereas All For One’s Quirk is about theft, so he has to be the bad guy. That is boring, it leaves no room for more complex personalities. I know I could keep going with this until we exhaust anything interesting in these characters because we nitpick too much: “Oh, so Bakugo has an explosive ability, and we had to give him an explosive personality? That’s boring!” I mean, yeah, Bakugo’s Quirk and personality as related to each other are a boring combination--that is a problem that is fair to address. I do wish the series gave us more people whose Quirks were not so connected to their personalities. I’m not sure I would even want Quirks that are ironic, such as someone who is timid and meek having a superpower that is shiny, eye-catching, or requiring them to be the center of attention to work most effectively. Honestly, just give me someone with an engaging personality--and a Quirk that has nothing to do with that personality, like a practical joker who has ice powers. Or be more clever than this: shy character with telepathic communication--so the irony is less that the powers are the opposite of the personality, and more that their power lets them address a seeming flaw, or allows them to express themselves in an unexpected way such that they are not great at verbalizing but when you can hear their thoughts they are super-eloquent or just clear. But this rant is taking too long, so let me get back to the topic.)

If you ask me whether someone is more likely influenced by nature or nurture, I’m going to likely say “nurture” every single time. 

And yes, I can admit that there is some muddying of the distinction between “nature” and “nurture” that I am asking for with this new information about All For One, that it wasn’t just that he was evil from birth but that the circumstances in which he was living, the “nurture,” was still bad: bands of vigilantes trying to kill off people with Quirks would lead All For One down horrible roads. 

But the problem is that, even if I want to read that as nurture, the chapter starts with All For One shown since birth being “greedy,” whether taking more nutrients in the womb or feasting on his dead mother’s breasts: the story is already saying All For One was destined for this, not that it was potential but just the thing itself, he wasn’t potentially evil, he was just evil since birth, and that is boring and I would hope unbelievable…although, given a lot of the evil we’ve had to see in a post-2016 world, yeah, sometimes you want to believe that there are people who were just evil since birth and that they were never going to be good people. 

I’ll get to this later, but I wish that this story revealed some caregiver to All For One and Yoichi, just to explain how these babies survived so long immediately upon birth, but with a fringe benefit: it would muddy the distinction between whether All For One does what he does due to his nature or the nurture. Think Oliver Twist, think Bungo Stray Dogs: Chuuya at 15, think Arcane: here is a rogue taking care of this kid, and we see how much of that rogue’s demeanor and attitude about life, society, survival, laws, honesty, and ethics influence that next kid. Heck, think Trigun as well with regard to Rem and Knives. 

The point is, give me a character whose conduct would have influenced All For One, for good or bad, either a caregiver who like him said life is unfair and you have to have the will to take what you need, but who meant that instruction in a matter of pragmatism that All For One later perverted into in a matter of fascism, or a caregiver who was just irredeemable and whose behavior was a model for the fascism All For One would later implement, thus that while All For One certainly had the potential in him since childhood to be this awful, he needed a model example to learn the most effective way to be a horrible person. All For One being inspired by the supervillains in comics is fine: it’s silly, but (and this is the one time I will use this excuse, given my rant against this approach below) comics are silly, this is a comic book, I can allow All For One being inspired by comics because it’s silly and it’s about the only good meta-commentary we got in this chapter. But give me an actual person existing in the actual world that showed him how to make it a reality. 

I appreciate Horikoshi reducing a fascist like All For One to a mere comic book supervillain, because the fascists we are dealing with right now in our shitty post-2016 reality are just mere comic book supervillains--but the problem is, those gutless, immoral, no-good rotten sick pieces of shit fascists did not just learn from comics, they learned from putting those ideas into action to see how far people and society would let them get away with it. Show me who inspired All For One to put those ideas into action because I don’t believe he learned it just from comics or his own experiences. Who inspired All For One? 

And yes, this is me basically writing fanfiction that introduces a new original character to populate this world, who has a close and intimate relationship with a canon character, trading quality character design and progression for the sake of shortcuts such as “they were All For One’s teacher, therefore I don’t need to do much work to actually define this character because they’ll be killed off soon enough.” 

And yes, this opens up more problems, and pretty much ripping off Vash, Knives, and Rem from Trigun: killing off a teacher figure or a parental figure for All For One and maybe Yoichi is a shortcut to progressing characters where you need them to be, for All For One to realize the world is a disgusting place that he needs to rule, and for Yoichi to realize people are innately good and deserve agency and the freedom to live happy lives. 

But damn it, it’s an effective choice, and one more compelling than, “All For One was always evil, we will not quibble over society’s responsibility in creating him, we will not give you an emotional investment in Yoichi to care about his worldview, we’ll just reduce everything down to comics.” 

(Or, if it’s not some OC who raised All For One who inspired his fascism, make it clearer in this chapter who did. Was it already answered in this new chapter? Was it the Golden Baby? Chapter 407 brings him up, so actually show what they were doing as a revolutionary so we understand how All For One’s actions are a response, whether because All For One is imitating the Golden Baby or because All For One is doing the opposite. Will we get that detail in a later chapter, or are we rushing to the finale?) 

And since I did bring up OCs, let’s get to the next point: 

I’ve talked before about how grateful I am that I get to work with others who are interested in the idea of how to revise an existing story to clarify what it was going for or, in a far less clear way of putting it, “fix” what isn’t working. 

All For One and his brother surviving after their birth is one such detail that needs a fix. 

I know this is a comic book series where you are supposed to suspend disbelief as pertains to things that don’t make sense or are so fantastic that you need the “fiction” in “science fiction” to make sense of them, such as Hagakure’s powers, how Hawks’s feathers can support so much weight, and so on. 

But there is a problem with “it’s just a comic book, suspend disbelief.” 

First, My Hero Academia consistently goes out of its way to insist to the reader that this isn’t your typical comic book. This is a response to what works and doesn’t work in comics, akin to Watchmen. Heck, we just had a chapter with All Might imagining Nighteye chastising him, saying that a mentor having to die to motivate their student is like something out of a comic book, and what All Might is living through is not one of the comics he read, this is his real life. You can’t insist “this is a comic book, suspend disbelief,” and then insist at the same time that this isn’t a comic book, this is its own reality, make it believable and take it seriously. By that guideline, no, there is no way baby All For One and baby Yoichi would have survived on their own--there had to have been some caregiver or series of caregivers for them. 

Second, at the same time My Hero Academia is asking us to suspend disbelief, the series then over-explains details in order to make this world feel believable. We have limitations on characters’ abilities so that the stakes are still high and the protagonists don’t just win because their Quirks are more powerful: Iida’s engines have a temperature limit, Todoroki can only go so hot or so cold, Ochaco can only lift so much weight that her equilibrium can handle. You can’t point to those limitations and insist that All For One and Yoichi survived that long as newborns without help--that doesn’t work. 

Therefore, I have to be open to the idea that All For One and Yoichi were not entirely on their own since birth. There had to have been a caregiver, or series of caregivers, whether individual people who found them and took care of them--until All For One likely just killed them--or communities that they came upon where there were others like them--orphans, homeless people, people marginalized in this newly emerging superpower society…before, again, All For One probably just killed them, too.

#spoiler #spoilers #my hero academia spoiler #my hero academia spoilers

[c1tyhaunts]

music note but x5 (also hi omg it's been forever)

♬― Ricky - Denzel Curry;; My daddy said "Trust no man but your brothers // And never leave your day one's in the gutter" // My daddy said "Treat young girls like your mother" // My momma said "Trust no hoe, use a rubber"

IF I EVER NEED A SONG PLAYING AS I'M ABOUT TO THROW . SHIT. DOWN. This is the song. I will scrap up to this song. This is the BEST kind of fight song. It's taunting, it's boisterous, it's loud, it's nasty in all the best ways. What makes it better is the Genius commentary about Denzel's history alongside it, and how he's striving, fighting for greatness. I relate to it personally, and I love every beat of this song. This was a solid repeat for me in 2022 when I was getting my career & job started. Highly recommend Denzel; he's a great talent if you're interested in Alt. Rap individuals.

♬― Elephant- CupCakke;; They're like "cupcakKe, you gotta do more, why the fuck you don't do features?" // 'Cause it's no face, no case, that's why I don't do the shit, let me teach you.

EIGHT. Count it: 8 DIFFERENT FLOWS in ONE FREESTYLE. Cupcakke is so underrated in her potential and artistry. Her word play? Her rhythm to the beat? She found a way to speak in different cadences in ONE SONG, ONE CONSISTENT BEAT. And again, her wordplay and the story she's telling in this freestyle are so solid and so fun too. It was very relevant when it was released in 2020, and when people undermine Cupcakke to say she's just a "joke rapper" it makes me want to start swinging because she has some BANGERS and people need to give her music a chance. Special mention to Squidward Nose, cause that's a banger too. All her music: bangers.

♬― Rich N*gga Problems - A$AP Rocky;; Got a mink doormat that say, "N*gga, we made it" // Got all white neighbors and most of 'em racist // They put your name and faces when you goin' in places // Then black ain't enough, you just don't wanna be famous.

See, imma be real with y'all. Some people say Rihanna should be with corny ass Drake, and I heavily disagree because I think A$AP Rocky is the better rapper, lyricist, and somewhat a generally better person (I won't forgive him for the colorist comments... but he supports trans right... he's a character). Anyway, A$AP I think is also highly underrated by his artistry. I think his lyricism is on point, especially in this song. It's about the negative aspects of being black and famous and I think the story is told very well in this song. Another rotation song for myself in my day to day. Another special mention to Babuskha Boi, cause that one is a BANGER.

♬― Ungrateful - Megan Thee Stallion;; If I was still doin' broke shit with your broke ass // Then your broke ass wouldn't want beef.

MEGAN. MEEEGAN. Just stay in this lane, cause I love when Megan is just unabashed, confident, and loud. She deserves it. She's so great. And this song really highlights it, cause you can see she has a lot of talent when you give her the room to do so and let her rap in a flow faster than her standard flow. This is just a great song. In the rotation!!!

♬― Is There Someone Else? - The Weeknd;; And I don't want to be a prisoner to who I used to be // I swear I changed my ways for the better, the better // 'Cause I wanna be with you forever, forever.

As I am currently going through a bitter divorce from The Weeknd due to his... antics, I do have to, unfortunately, admit this is a favorite song of mine (which y'all might have seen pop up on the blog for a while). I just love the synth wave, the heartbreak, the tragedy. It's all camp. And I just slurp it up because it's so pertinent that this is the theme song of most of my girls on this blog and I hATE IT.

#▶⌜dead air :: ooc⌟ #HI HELLO IT HAS BEEN FOREVER #HI FRIEND!!! HOW ARE YOU!!!