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laracrofted · 10 months

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downright iconic

synopsis: after handsome gambler’s hometown show, you follow lead guitarist rhett abbott on his smoke break.

pairing: rockstar!rhett abbott x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, ageless blogs that interact will be blocked, swearing, explicit smut (semi-public oral, masturbation, spitting, praise, degradation (slut is used a lot, so is groupie), brief hair pulling, dirty talk, role play, like... rhett is kind of mean but it's been negotiated off-screen, i swear), and smoking (wc: 4K)

note: so... i'd like to blame @lewmagoo for enabling me and my guitarist rhett agenda, but in the end, i can only blame myself for this one. please read the warnings!

listen to gibson girl by ethel cain before/after/during for the full experience, i.e. a sexy guitar solo and general vibes.

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You’re watching him the whole show. How could you not?

Handsome Gambler broke out on the basically nonexistent Wabang music scene a few years back and quickly became something of a local marvel.

A hidden gem in the realest sense.

Forged in the blistering sun that beat down on the cattle ranches and dude ranches of Wyoming and Montana all summer long where half of five-person Handsome Gambler still worked in the slow season... a real rock band.

After a year or so, larger opportunities arose in out-of-town bars, and soon enough, Handsome Gambler were selling out dives up and down the Rockies.

They'd gotten enough local buzz for the Casper Star-Tribune to cover the release of the debut album last summer, both in print and online, calling them an electric revival of the musician who works with their hands. Blue collar rockstars.

And in the deep red shadows of the stage, no other description could do Rhett Abbott justice. He looks so ruggedly handsome, like a goddamn rockstar.

Loose strands of dark hair fall in his face, in his eyes as Rhett bends over a dark red Gibson – a beautiful electric guitar, saved up and paid for with rodeo earnings.

A guitar pick is between his lips, narrow and pursed in concentration. He reaches up and plucks it from his mouth, swiping his tongue across his chapped bottom lip, preparing for the upcoming guitar solo.

Tonight is their last show in a nine week tour, and for all intents and purposes since most of Handsome Gambler is from Wabang, their hometown show.

It's a packed house, if much smaller than their usual venues these days.

You’d seen them at Million Dollar Cowboy bar down in Jackson in a 400 person crowd right around when Handsome Gambler put out their debut album, which had really gained them all the attention.

A sleek concept album. Spinning a shadowy narrow of forgotten love and wasted youth and western nights, humming cicadas and wildfire smoke on the mountains and rich earth stained black with rain and death and in the aftermath, a dusting of wildflowers that sprouted anyway – in and over a dozen songs, woven with seductive guitar solos and haunting vocals, morose and longing.

Like a ghost, come down from the mountains.

You'd bought the album on the release date and listened on the floor of your old apartment, back against the scratchy carpet, hands folded at your bellybutton, eyes closed.

On your first listen, you'd hit with repeat without hesitation; on your second, you'd cried.

It was brilliant, meant to be heard live in a hazy dive, dense with bodies and liquor and smoke, like this one.

His solo comes, and Rhett slides down on his knees in the center of the stage; faded, once dark denim stretched taut around his muscular thighs.

He sits back on his haunches, gaze slanted, watching the guitar and nothing else. Gorgeous hands slide reverently up and down the neck of the instrument, veins visible, muscles straining in his strong arms, in his beautiful neck.

Head falling back, Rhett closes his eyes, caught in the music and carried downriver.

Seeing him like this reminds you of another piece in the Tribune last summer.

A freelance music writer had spent an afternoon with him before a show for an in-depth profile on the origins of the band, on the music, on Rhett as the North Star the rest of Handsome Gambler often described him as:

"Handsome Gambler is Not Afraid to Lose."

WABANG, Wyo. – It’s an unseasonably warm June in Wabang, dry enough to brown the fields and make the local ranchers worried about wildfire, but in a secluded diner on the edge of town, former competitive bull rider and now, lead guitarist Rhett Abbott looks like a man who isn’t afraid of a little risk.

The diner was his choice, a run down place with enough charm in the form of checkered floors and old autographed photos in chipped wood frames to make it feel retro instead and according to him, the best pancakes in the whole damn state.

And – with a laugh – some of the worst coffee.

Over good pancakes, chocolate chip with homemade whipped cream, and bad coffee, I ask him about Handsome Gambler’s influences.

He co-wrote their entire debut album and came up with the instrumental interlude in the middle, which serves as the musical crux of the album.

A blend of slow and sorrowful guitar and bass and nature ambience, recorded on Abbott's phone on a late April night after a bad rain storm, which dares to go on for an ambitious four and a half minutes.

At my question, Abbott kind of smiles – half on, half off, an expression I notice often over our breakfast interview – and from memory, rattles off names like Grateful Dead, Springsteen in the "Born in the U.S.A." years ("I’m On Fire" is mentioned more than once and with great admiration), Creedence Clearwater Revival, "Fire on the Mountain" (Abbott is specific here, from The Marshall Tucker Band's 1976 album, "Searchin' for a Rainbow," not the Grateful Dead song), and more.

Household names. Ambitious names. One could almost roll their eyes if Abbott didn’t sound so sincere.

"I've always loved music. We didn't have a whole lot of live music around, not like in the big cities, but as a kid, Ma used to bring me to some of the cover band nights at this bar in town. S'closed down now, but I heard my first Led Zeppelin song there. Some drunk guy singing 'Going to California' in the wrong key for eight fucking minutes."

"She got me an old CD player for my room the next Christmas, and I'd put on Zeppelin IV and crank it all the way up. She'd come in screaming at me to turn it down, probably secretly regretted ever buying it for me."

Curious, I ask if Abbott remembers the name of the bar.

He grins, a full grin. "Handsome Gambler."

You love that profile, reread it often. His answers are so genuine, so sincere.

Every word, answer, description screams that Rhett Abbott is a man who loves music, who absolutely worships it with every bone in his body.

You can see it clear as day right now.

He plays with such ardent devotion, and caught in his thrall, you're short of breath, hand pressed across your collarbone, over your aching heart.

Applause breaks out at the end of the song, and Rhett's blue gaze blazes over the crowd and in a startling rush, lands right on you.

Your breath catches.

He has an intense stare, all scrunched brows and clenched jaw, covered in stubble, and middle-of-a-flame blue eyes, burning and bright.

He holds your gaze, drinking in the awe, the undisguised adoration in your expression.

Another starstruck fan in the crowd.

You wonder if Rhett can sense the want that warms your lower abdomen, descending from the moment Rhett stepped on the stage, a since-cast-aside black Stetson pulled low over his smoldering gaze, guitar slung carelessly over his good shoulder, and his arms – his bulging arms.

He must.

Because in a blink and miss it moment, Rhett winks at you.

One of the girls at the next table over lets out a piercing squeal, bragging to her friends that the sexy cowboy with the guitar winked at her.

But no, Rhett had winked at you, rockstar Rhett Abbott.

You look down, sipping from the rim of your rocks glass, letting the whiskey sour ground the explosion of butterflies in your stomach.

A kind of giddiness sparks in your chest, mixed with something darker and headier. Something like anticipation.

One look at Rhett reveals a smirk, kicking up the corner of his mouth, as Handsome Gambler kicks off the next song – the last song of the night.

You drain the contents of the glass. It burns the whole way down, a struck match, a good burn.

"Need a light, darlin'?"

Rhett is leaning against the brick, watching you search around your purse for an excuse to be in the alley right now, in the alley with him.

You used to carry around an old pack of cigarettes from your college days – a built in excuse to get out of an awkward social situation, stepping outside for a smoke.

Are you missing them in the darkness, or did you leave them at home?

A sidelong glance at him. You nod.

He offers you a lighter – a gleaming brass, not some garbage from the gas station – and when your arms remain loose at your sides, not moving to grab it from him, his brow quirks in question.

Heat rises in your cheeks. “Oh, I don't have a – Can I get one actually? Must’ve left my pack at home.”

You stumble over your words and fuck, Rhett must know now.

You'd seen him slip out of the side Emergency Exit door and followed him out here, made brave with whiskey sours and adrenaline.

A door that is still cracked open, enough for a crackle of music and a faint haze of red light to seep out into the cool night and barely illuminate your faces.

The expression on his is hard to read.

An open pack of Marlboro Reds – a little smushed from being roughly pulled from and shoved back into his back pocket over and over – is held out to you, and Rhett lets you pluck one from the middle.

Sets one in between his lips.

And with a crooked finger, Rhett gestures for you to come close, closer, until you’re close enough to see the beads of sweat on his skin, damp and flushed from the show.

You suck in a breath, and Rhett smoothly lights both of your cigarettes with a deft click. A quick flash of orange flame. You barely even notice, preoccupied with the press of his mouth around the cigarette, so close to your own.

He straightens, pulling back but only enough to not blow the smoke right in your face. He inhales and blows it out of the side of his mouth, watching you.

You hold in a cough, wincing at the acrid taste, and mimic him.

Breathe in and out and in again.

His gaze drops down, caught in the rise and fall and rise of your chest.

He squints, eyes crinkling in the corners, and with vague disappointment, you realize Rhett is checking out your shirt and not your cleavage.

Armed with a pair of eyebrow scissors and a dream, you'd cropped and cut and ripped until an enticing sliver of stomach and a hint of cleavage would be visible, almost but not quite showing the red lace of your bra. Just in case.

A crooked smirk dances on his lips, amused, as Rhett reads the name across the black fabric.

“A Floyd fan, huh? Y’got a thing for drummers, darlin’?”

You manage not to squirm but only just.

You like Bob Floyd. He’s a great dummer, real sweet.

(“It’s Bob, like Dylan,” Bob mumbled against the microphone earlier, during his introduction, looking very Born in the U.S.A. Springsteen in a plain white shirt and a camo baseball hat. At the sound of his voice, a drunk girl in the audience shrieked I love you, Bob, and Bob went beet red. “I , uh – Thank you. We love you too, Wabang.”)

You shrug in lieu of an answer, and Rhett's smirk grows a little wider, a little mean.

"Why're you out here with me then, pretendin' to want a smoke?"

You look him up and down, as if considering.

“Well, I really hoped Floyd might be around, but…”

An obvious lie, but Rhett was a bull rider before. Some part of him must still possess that combative edge, that competitive streak.

You'd like to see him all riled up.

His gaze darkens, pupils blown.

A warning.

A snorting and kicking bull who's spent all night in a chute.

You bite back a smirk.

His voice is so low, so rough, scraping across your burning skin like day old stubble.

“S’that right? Are you a groupie or something? Some slut who’d let any of us bend you over and use you? Who’d suck any of our cocks?”

He is so very close you right now, crowding in.

“Maybe…”

Is that really your voice? All smooth and alluring?

Sucking on the end of the cigarette, you hollow your cheeks out with your inhale and relish in the way Rhett watches you.

You ash the cigarette, watching the red embers fall and fade.

“I mean, I do really love your music.”

His next words come out in a harsh exhale.

“Take off your panties.”

You blink at him, a little surprised, and Rhett cocks his head.

Like I dare you.

Also like I don’t believe you.

You slide them down your legs and place them in his open palm, fingers brushing against his. They are red lace and damp, obviously so.

They had been ever since Rhett had flicked his guitar pick at you during the last song and before, even.

He chuckles and shoves them in his back pocket.

“You liar. I recognize you. Saw you in there, watching me the whole goddamn show. You came out here lookin’ for me, didn’t you?”

Not Floyd is implied.

You nod, mouth dry, unable to keep up the lie.

“And what were you hopin’ would happen, darlin’? How good of a groupie are you lookin’ to be?”

“Anything, Rhett,” you breathe, pretense all but gone, "as good as you want me to be.”

A wolfish grin cuts across his face. Good answer.

He catches your chin between his fingers, pressing hard enough to bruise. Pulls your cigarette from your parted lips and crushes it under his black cowboy boot.

"It's your lucky day, darlin’. Get on your knees."

You drop your purse. Almost bruise your knees on the asphalt, and for a brief second, Rhett's eyes go wide with something like concern.

You've already moved on, pushing aside the groan of your knees, not bothered.

You undo his massive belt buckle – gleaming, like the lighter, an intricate design – and pull down his zipper in one quick move, eager. You look up at him, glossed lips already parted in mindless anticipation, and Rhett looks back with nothing but amused desire, that mean smirk.

“What? You lookin’ for an invitation or somethin’?” he asks, voice full of gravel. He is still smoking the cigarette, red embers reflected in his dark and shining eyes. “You wanted some cock so goddamn bad. Take it out.”

You swallow hard and shove his boxers down until Rhett’s cock springs free, hard and dripping and beautiful.

A soft, longing breath escapes you, and Rhett smirks down at you.

You should probably work him up some, work him over with your hands until Rhett is desperate for you to put your mouth on him, but…

You put your mouth on him, desperate for the weight of him on your tongue.

You go deeper and choke, moisture streaming from your eyes and down your cheeks.

You’re a little out of practice. It's been a while, a little over two months.

You want him deeper, so much deeper, but…

Too much, too fast.

You have to pull back, gasping for breath, and Rhett makes a disappointed tsk sound. Blows out another puff of smoke.

“You can do better than that, right, darlin’? Because I bet I could go back in there and find some other slut who’d swallow my come in a fuckin’ heartbeat.”

So damn degrading. You're on fire, smearing across your inner thighs without your underwear.

“I can. Let me do it again. I promise I can.”

You sound downright pathetic. Can't even be bothered to care.

His smirk widens, and Rhett flicks the cigarette to the side.

"Gimme your hand," he urges in a low voice.

Fingers banded around your wrist, Rhett is not overly rough, careful not to yank and strain your shoulder, but he's not gentle either.

He presses down hard on the flesh between your thumb and pointer finger until your clenched fist opens for him.

His spit slaps against the center of your palm.

And is it your imagination that Rhett brushes a kiss across your pulse?

He guides your hand back down on him – around him – and works your hand around the base of his cock in hard and unforgiving strokes, working the length of him too big for you to reach with your mouth right now.

Determined, you lick at him, running your tongue along the slit of his cock, the vein that runs down the side, and sink your mouth around him until your lips brush against his clenching fingers.

Swallow around him.

Above you, Rhett shudders, dropping his head back against the brick, spasming on your tongue and hitting the back of your warm throat with an involuntarily jerk that makes you gag.

A low murmur of shit, sorry, darlin’ rushes from his mouth before Rhett seems to remember himself.

No longer apologetic, Rhett catches your hair in his free hand, giving a good, solid pull, and continues to work your hand around him with the other. His fingers grow slick with your spit, dribbling from the sides of your mouth, wetting the coarse hair on his knuckles.

He's muttering under his breath, curses and praises and words too low for you to make out over the wet sound of him.

“Fuck. So good, darlin'. So goddamn good."

A moan vibrates around him, and Rhett curses again, louder.

“S’that good, that what you needed? You needed my cock in your mouth? Anyone could walk out here. Anyone could come out here and see you on your knees, swallowing me whole like a desperate little slut.”

You whimper in answer, like yes, like please, like more, I desperately need you to say more, and a hand scrapes across your cheek, calloused and warm and rough, a slow stroke.

“But I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Good little groupie like you.”

Damp arousal drips down your leg, and you can't handle it anymore, you need, you need, you –

He doesn't miss a beat, not Rhett.

He sees you move, sees your hand pull at the denim, desperate for friction, for anything. A strained groan slides down your spine.

"Jesus Christ... How wet're you from suckin' my cock? Show me."

This seems like an impossible demand in this situation – you on your knees with your mouth full of him – but you've always been creative.

You gather your arousal, gasping at your own wetness, somehow surprised even in all this, and hold your hand out for him in the light.

Red light shines across your glistening fingers.

"God..." Rhett seems almost amazed. "Haven't even touched you, darlin'. You're so wet for me."

Awe burns away, leaving something more carnal in the ashes.

His eyes are half-lidded and nearly black, a summer storm on the indigo horizon.

"Touch yourself for me," Rhett rasps out, an order, a need.

And spits on your glistening fingers.

It's so wet and depraved and so fucking good, fingers dripping with his saliva and your own arousal, spreading his saliva across your cunt, rolling over your slick and swollen clit, clenching around nothing.

Every sweet sensation makes you gasp around his cock, growing more and more desperate, as Rhett pushes in and out of your mouth, spilling sweet and filthy words like a recitation.

"So fucking wet for me. So goddamn good."

"Come for me and my cock. Gonna come on your hand and swallow my cum, like a good little slut."

You imagine Rhett is the one touching you right now.

He is pinching at your clit, circling the bundle of nerves with thick and unrelenting fingers. He is parting you with knuckles covered in wet hair and stretching you out for him. He is giving you even a mere fraction of the rapt and devoted attention Rhett displayed earlier on stage, single-minded and focused on your pleasure.

And come with a muffled whine, eyes rolling back in your head.

Only seconds later, Rhett spurts down your throat with a near animalistic grunt, mouth falling open in pleasure. You swallow every drop.

Awash in the red glow of the aftermath, Rhett studies you with an unreadable expression again. You are standing again now, smoothing down your clothes and brushing the gravel and dirt from your knees.

You're both breathing hard.

He crooks a finger. "C'mere."

You go without hesitation, and Rhett grabs your wrist again, slower and gentler now, and pulls your fingers into his mouth, sucking the arousal from your skin.

He lets out a reverent groan, eyes filled with amazement and wide blue awe, flooding back in like a dam that's been cracked down the middle.

A smile pulls at your mouth, and Rhett crushes you against him. You loop your arms around his strong neck, and Rhett buries his face in the hinge of your shoulder with a content sigh.

"Missed you s'damn much, darlin'."

He murmurs the words against your forehead, smearing a kiss across your brow, stubble a pleasant and familiar prickle against your damp skin.

You melt against him, nudging your nose under his jaw and inhaling his scent, sweat and tobacco and mountain air and him. "Don't be gone for s'damn long then next time, rockstar."

"Come w'me next time."

He sounds almost drunk, mumbling and slurring against your bare skin, drunk on your proximity after nine long weeks apart from each other.

"Can't. Who else is supposed to write profiles on local up-and-coming bands? You should see the other writer that the Tribune hired. He's like... the med-iest of all the -ocres.”

His laugh is a warm puff of breath against your neck, which after nothing but phone and video calls is almost enough to make you sniffle against his shoulder.

You've missed him so damn much.

"Ah, right. It'd be selfish of me to deprive the whole damn state of your brilliance." He pulls back and looks you right in the eye, a gentle nudge under your chin. "Was that... You're okay, right?"

You smile wide. "I'm perfect."

"Good." He grins, a full grin that Rhett had flashed you for the first time over good pancakes and bad coffee months ago. "Because goddamn, you're so incredible. That was somethin' else, darlin'."

You'd been the one to come up with the idea, a perfect welcome home for him at the end of the nine week tour, a call back to the confession you'd made around a month of dating.

You know all I wanted to do when I saw you play for the first time was follow you on your smoke break and suck your cock, but I had to be a professional...

"We can pretend to be strangers. You can see me across a crowded room, and I can follow you out on your smoke break and..."

"And what?"

"That'd be up to you, wouldn't it, rockstar? I'd be like... your groupie or something."

You let the idea sink in, smiling and on the other end of the phone, Rhett swore under his breath.

You grin at him now.

"You were pretty incredible yourself, but right now, I do kind of want my boyfriend to kiss me."

His eyes are warm, light. "Yeah? D'you miss him that much?"

"So very much."

He cups the nape of your neck and leans in for a kiss, a firm and aching and devouring and loving kiss.

You kiss and kiss until Bob Floyd comes out to grab him for the encore.

"You're wanted, rockstar."

He gives you a wide grin and plants a kiss on the center of your wrist, right on your racing pulse.

"See you after the show, m'love."

You are sipping a water at the bar when Rhett comes back out on stage, all bright eyes and mussed hair and a bare scrap of red lace hanging out of his back pocket.

Impossible to miss.

You choke on your water, and Rhett winks.

note: so... i saw this photo of lewis said, yeah, guitarist rhett on his knees for a solo, and all of the sudden, i was spending hours reading musician profiles and assembling a list of handsome gambler-ish songs. life moves pretty fast 🤠

i could probably be persuaded to write more about them if anyone is interested.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott smut #rhett abbott fic #rockstar!rhett #guitarist!rhett #fic: downright iconic #laracrofted writes #fic: rhett abbott

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bisexualraichu · 5 months

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since purgatory is ending here is a messy list of random BOLAS?!?!?! moments I liked since they were my main POV

- THE GAS MASK DEATH CULT!!! It was so iconic and I can imagine them just acting like normal when they go home but once in a while making some unnerving reference to the Gas or something 😭 haha remember that time we were in a cult guys that was crazy... *eyes twitching bc of toxic gas abstinence* they will never look at a gas mask the same way again and neither will I

- It was so sweet how much more they bonded and how they mostly tried to log in together. It was surprising how much Charlie logged in this event even off-stream, but even if it isn't his typical gameplay style you could tell he just enjoyed spending time with BOLAS?!?! :')

- All the Dadza jokes lol Loved it when Phil would log off and they'd just be completely lost and be like WHAT DO WE DO NOW??? DO WE FALL AND DIE??? DO WE GIVE EVERYTHING WE HAVE TO BLUE TEAM??? DO WE INVITE BADBOYHALO OVER?? LMAO

- Also Baghera sometimes playing a bratty kid and being super happy whenever she got Phil's approval 😭😭 and the way how this relates to her lore and how she never had a real childhood WAWAWAWAA

- BAGHERA'S CHAINSAW!!! the stuff of Quackity's nightmares LOOL please giver her a chainsaw at Quesadilla 👉👈

- Girlboss gatekeep gaslighter Jaiden... that day she just kept dying and playing up the damsel in distress card and then got kidnapped by the Blue Team AND THEN kidnapped the Green Team(?)'s goblin by complete accident that was so funny lmaooo

- The entirety of Day 2 from Red POV felt like a sitcom episode lol Like Charlie's POV in particular was insane, when he kidnapped the fucking NPC and then chased Quackity and then they tried gaslighting him in global chat akkasjdkkdkd and all that culminating in their first win after a rocky start, that day was just pure CINEMA

- CARRE THE ARGENTINIAN BEAST !!! even if he didn't log in as much I think him being there for the first days was crucial for Red's morale lol, love the way he would mostly play silently and then unmute to say something unhinged, the "ay papi" clip is a one shot kill for me even when I know it's coming

- The fucking "HOLY SHIT KILL YOURSELF" from Jaiden with Charlie going "LET ME GO!! LET ME GO!!" while everyone else equally died in the bg when they got a disaster in day 1...... that clip is everything to me

- THE FUCKING BARKING AND CHANTING EVERY TIME THEY GOT TOXIC GAS AJSJDJDJAK???!?!?

- Ok the Egg War event in general was so cool. Foolish's castle was the true star of the show and it was great how he and Cellbit worked together to make the perfect fortress. And Cellbit's strategy of not showing the egg's location on-stream made me even more tense as a viewer because I had NO IDEA whether green team was getting close to the egg or not

- Slimeriana reunion! That happened. In the Global Spawn Pool. Yeah. Let us never speak of it again

- That clip of Cellbit oneshotting Tina and her scream being cut off 😭

- The clip of Phil just leaving a serious discussion with Fit and BBH and then seeing Baghera laughing hysterically and her saying "PHILZA GET IN THE VC!! :D" and he gets in and they're just playing loud vaccuum noises while mining sand lmao

- When everyone was discussing the egg statues on VC and Bagi and Cellbit were yelling at each other(in RP) and Bagi called him her brother and Phil went "YOU GUYS ARE SIBLINGS???" and then Cellbit muted her, peak sibling behavior

- Tubbo saying "okay gay murder boy" and Cellbit responding "hows fred btw" and Tubbo logging off LOL I just love every moment of qCellbit and qTubbo being toxic gays towards each other

- oh god how could I forget, CELLBIT BEING DISTRACTED BY ROIER'S MUSCLES DURING THE EGG WAR I HATE THEM😭

- And finally, something I'll really miss from this event: when the server would close and all the CCs would hang out together in VC and talk about the day and play games together :'')

could list more but I'm tired and just going off memory. anyways rip purgatory it was def exhausting but overall i did have a lot of fun(definitely more than the election LOL)

#qsmp #qsmp team bolas

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lemon-natalia · 4 months

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Gideon the Ninth Reaction - Chapter 7

of course Gideon managed to find a pair of sunglasses and wear them with her skull makeup 😭 absolute icon 😎

ngl i thought this 'teacher' dude was the emperor himself at first and felt it was very anticlimactic. maybe this is me reading too much into it, but the description of the golden circlet, robe, and half cloak seems very ... ancient roman/greek to me?

oof poor Gideon - i can imagine it stings to be referred to as Gideon the Ninth when she spent her whole life trying to get away from the place & absolutely hating it

i find it interesting that, unlike what you might expect from the place where the literal emperor lives, the First House seems to have a far smaller population, very few people there at all even

the paler 'bloodless' twin is giving bad vibes all round

Gideon just immediately runs to help someone collapsing ... have i mentioned how much i love her character yet?

hell of a first impression to make Dulcinea. also i am dumb and thought she was from the fifth house for some reason 😭 her surname is literally septimus, head empty no thoughts rn

this book really likes to talk about how buff Protesilaus is huh

if i'm right or wrong about this i'd rather not be told though, i'd like to keep figuring stuff out myself, but ✨~theorising time~✨ ok so there's a really big emphasis on how the First House is covered in ruins of cities with plant growth all around them, its white and blue atmosphere, being covered in 'blue-and-turquoise' water. Despite being the First House it's not the planet closest to the star, rather being the third, with two planets, the Seventh and Sixth being closer

so with all that in mind, i'm thinking rn that the series does take place in our solar system (nine houses = nine planets, including Pluto) just a ridiculous number of years in the future, the First being Earth, the Sixth and Seventh being Mercury and Venus, and the Ninth (a rocky cold planet) being Pluto. or maybe i'm just delusional, also possible

#lemon natalia reads the locked tomb #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb liveblog #tlt

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starheirxero · 2 months

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I've been thinking a lot about Lunar's different designs, and would love to ramble about them a bit, if you don't mind!

All of this is, of course, completely self-indulgent, and my own interpretation!

Now, Lunar has three official VR models. There's the most iconic one, with the crescent moon, the cuter version of moon, and of course his current one! For simplicity, I will refer to them as "Crescent", "CutieMoony", and will call his current one "Pastel".

There was one other design, his very first, which was shown in the thumbnail, though in the actual show was just a very pale recoloring of moon, and only shown in reaction videos. Though it was never canon, I do still have my own interpretation to that as well! This one, I will refer to as "Pale".

"Crescent" is most important design, as it brings meaning to the rest. It lays the foundation for everything else, as it is his real design. It's what he automatically glitches into when he's under high stress. Most importantly, it's what he's been shown to look like in every other universe. Lord Lunar, Lunara, swap Lunar, all of them are the same. Crescent is universally shown to be his real self.

"Pale", on the other hand is, simply put, what Eclipse wanted him to be. Something easily pushed into the background, something mild. Something to sit by quietly, to take what is thrown at him. Pale is the opposite of who Lunar actually is. Interestingly enough, his design in the thumbnail changed the day Moon returned, the day Lunar finally decided to cut off his puppet strings and reject Eclipse. That day, he rejected the image Eclipse had crafted for him, and his design, pale and barely there at all, bloomed into something bright, something noticeable. Lunar finally became themself, no longer bound to their purpose.

"CutieMoony", is the opposite of Pale, as it's what he chose to be. This design, to me, truly underlines Lunar's relationship and appreciation for old moon. He already has an actual design, one designed by his brothers, one that's truly him, in this universe and every other, and he can change into everything he wishes to be, yet he chooses to look like old Moon. Old Moon, who knew him best, right after Monty. They have shared the same body, and old Moon has seen the dents and hurt left in Eclipse's wake. He is the one Lunar ran to, when they couldn't bear the abuse anymore, the one they cried their heart out to. And despite what Lunar did, even under the influence of someone else, he met them with nothing but care and concern. He listened to them, and visibly tried to reach out, only to hesitate and hover instead, for his hands were only ever used to hurt before, something Lunar knew. He didn't force them to stay outside, and took their place, didn't even hesitate when Lunar asked him to be his brother. He is the first one who tried so hard to be a loving brother, arguably trying to be what he couldn't be for Sun, at least not in the beginning. He actively supported their interests, remembered what they liked. When Sun scared Lunar in a horror game and made them cry, Sun panicked because Moon would hear, showing just how much of a protective barrier old Moon was for Lunar. By taking his appearance, Lunar truly showed how much they looked up to him, and how safe he made them feel, considering they took this appearance while they were trapped by KC. Another thing to note is the red and yellow accents, very reminiscent of Sun, showing how much their bond has grown since the rocky start.

Last but not least, there is "Pastel". This design definitly has a lot of interpretation to give, but my favorite to focus on is the raw wrongness of it. Because we know what Lunar looks like. He's supposed to be vibrant and blue, yet this body is purple and mellow. Ironically enough, it's very similar to "Pale", the very personification of what Eclipse wanted him to be, showing the permanent mark he has left on them, as well as their mental state. Their energy isn't genuine anymore, it's a distraction and exaggeration to run from the mess left in their head. There is also the divinity inside of them, reflected in their eyes, showing them that now, they are more than just Lunar. They are part of something much bigger than themself. This body, in every sense of the word, is not their own. It's something they might never see as a home either. Another irony is how it once again links them to Eclipse, who himself is in a body not his own.

His body is a literal copy after all, not to forget that his "real self" was universally shown to look like Solar, minus God Eclipse.

This was a rather long ramble, but I really needed to get it out of my system! The brainrot's been growing steadily-

Thank you for reading!

-Stardust

BELOVED STARDUST ANON I'M GOING TO START DOING FLIPS OVER HOW EXCITED I AM ABOUT THIS OH MY GHOD

I don't even know what to say other than these are all a fantastic observations and that I am wholeheartedly accepting these into my soul forever I think

#asks #stardust anon #anon #THIS IS ALL SO IMPORTANT 2 ME....... U JUST DISSECTED THE FUCK OUTTA THIS LITTLE ROBOT I'M GENUINELY SO ENAMORED #i'd kind of rotated before the fact that lunar had /also/ gone thru multiple bodies/designs like eclipse had and how there's likely some-#-fun ideas you could make outta that but i never actually like #/THOUGHT/ ABOUT IT #I KNOW I SAID THIS ON UR LAST BIG RAMBLE BUT I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW ABSOLUTELY HUGE YOUR BRAIN IS FOR THIS AHSJWBSJSN #ghooooddd could you imagine if part of lunar's arc is learning to comfortable w/ themselves again #and it leads to them having the Crescent body/a new body that reflects more of who they are now #and they're Happy and Okay and Nothing Goes Wrong 🙏 GDJWHDJS #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sams lunar #lunar sams #laes lunar #lunar laes #lunar and earth show #the lunar and earth show #tlaes #lunar #long post #other's thoughts and rambles

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raiouart · 5 months

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What if.... Playstation 1 Smash Bros

(in a weird, bizzaro universe where Sakurai worked with Sony instead)

The OG roster for comparison c:

Some design explanations:

The grey concrete background is meant to parallel the rocky, black background, mimicking the colors for each console

The Stock/Time icon is modeled after the Start button, as opposed to the C-buttons from the Nintendo 64

Instead of a fiery background, the PS1 fighters have the blue background from the memory card and music player screen

Instead of an original symbol to represent Smash, I used the face buttons from the controller

#super smash bros #playstation #i'll upload an explanation for some stuff later #psone #playstation 1 #ps1

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mutant-distraction · 8 months

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Colorado Wanderer Photography

"Summertime at Blue Lakes. Last weekend I finally checked this item from my bucket list. These iconic lakes perched on the side of Mt. Sneffels are a spectacle to the eyes with their deep turquoise waters and the rocky spires of the San Juans guarding them from above."

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lunaapudleonem · 2 years

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Monica Bellucci natal chart reading

Recently I got this submission in my inbox: "Hii, can u do a natal chart reading on Monica Bellucci. I just find her so irresistible and classic. The fact that she was able to be at the top even when the blondes with blue eyes were considered desirable. She has also aged like a fine wine, she has this magnetic pull towards her that I can’t look away. Thank you 🙏 " and I think this is a lovely idea 😍 Monica is drop dead gorgeous and I've been simping over her as longs as I remember so it will be really fun analyzing her!

This is her natal chart:

Right off the bat you can notice the two houses that are prominent in her chart: 7th & 8th house! This makes sense, since those houses are related to beauty, romance, aesthetics, socializing (7th house) and transformation, sex, intimacy and opsession (8th house).

Her Sun, Mercury & Pluto are in her 8th house meaning that the core of her identity is to crave deeper connections with people. She's also very analitical (Mercury in the 8th house in Virgo) and she can read people well. She's very sharp and intuitive, which made people like her even more (the one's that were working/interacting with her) and that's what also made her mesmerising on the TV screen - her eyes, her stare & her movements were seductive, attractive and captivating (once again 8th house!). It seemed like everything she did was right - every moment of hers was sexy and luscious. Once again this is most likely due to her strong intuition and good observations of her surroundings. She even has the asteroid Nymphe in the 7th house which helps her even more in charming people. And ofcourse she is a LIBRA Sun, meaning that she finds flirting, romanticing things & charming others very fun & amusing! Her 7th house stellium makes her very diplomatic and sweet when she talks to others. She radiates calm energy that makes many people adore and love her. Uranus in the 8th house helped her most likely in getting rich since it represents gaining large sums of money in a unconventional way. This placement can be a bit problematic though since it makes the person unable to become independent and it can also create rocky relationships and friendships. It's opposite to her Chiron in Pisces, which means she is deeply hurt by the way some people quickly change their opinion of her (this might be related to her early years of life). She also might had a desire to change the perspective of others on sex icons/sexualized women in general (which she did as it is mentioned in the submission!). It probably also hurt her how other women in the industry are treated and how high beauty standards for women are (Chiron opposite Pluto). Luckily, she did work hard and smart (Pallas in the 10th house/Capricorn rising/Mercury in Virgo/Mercury trine Jupiter) and she made it to the top and helped change the beauty standards of her time. And interestingly, she is most famous because of the movie Malena in which she plays the role of a woman being sexualized and who in the end suffers because of her magnificent beauty (totally a story that would fit someone who has an 8th house stellium - a story about transformation and sexual topics).

Something that could also be related to her Uranus in her chart (which is also conjunct Pluto and opposite her Chiron) is her desire to fight for liberal views and to fight againts anything thay restricts anyone's freedom (for example, she posed nude while she was pregnant with her daughter in 2004 in attempt to protest againts the Italian restrictions and traditional laws - there are many more examples of her talking about topics such as sexual abuse, abortions, the restriction of women's freedom etc.).

Now let's talk about her stellium in LEO, which makes her confident and secure in her looks and intelligence. She probably doesn't doubt at all that she's stunning which makes her even more hot! She knows her fashion and what fits her body type the best (Moon & Venus in the 7th house in Leo). She's also very emotional and she takes pride in acting, modelling and becoming a representation for young women (Leo Moon feels everything so purely and strongly - they are consumed with every emotion they feel, this makes them very stubborn and dedicated too). Leo Moon is also an excellent placement for an acting career! She even has her Moon sign at the 2nd degree (Taurus degree) which makes her even more passionate about her views on life. Leo Mars is very dominant energy that will light up the whole place once they step into the room. She's a strong character and she will always fight for what she loves, believes in and what she thinks is morally correct. She's very elegant and smooth and she does things so seemingly carelessly - as only Leo placements can with their self assured mindsets.

Saturn in the 1st house means that she most likely struggled with they way she looks and how others percieved her in her early years of life. Which is most likely why it was later on important for her that others see her as the powerful, sexy and talented woman that she is. Capricorn risings also age very well which explains why she is still absolutely stunning.

Jupiter in Taurus (4th house) is also a very good placement that indicates wealth and support from her family members.

Venus square Jupiter could mean that in the end, even after everything she's done, her life is similar to the story of Malena, and it was difficult for her to find someone who sees her for her true self and not only for her looks. She also started modelling at a very young age (age 13) which could be very exhausting mentally for her to be already at that very age noticed only for her looks. She could be kinda unlucky in love as well (her first marriage only lasted 6 months and her second marriage also ended in divorce).

Lilith in the 12th house - she's very fascinated with the human psyche and the unknown, she loves talking about taboo topics, this is a very introspective and intuitive placement. This placement also indicates some kind of an insecurety and also supressed energy that might make her a bit of a people pleaser and a bit dependent on others. She supresses some of her needs and cravings to please others. She also might escape the reality with writing, fantasizing and romanticing every day interactions. She has a vivid imagination that might turn againts her sometimes. She might not see the reality as it really is from time to time due to the fact that she prefers to believe in the imagine she created of the other person rather than in the actions of the other person.

Chiron trine MC/Neptune trine Chiron - her career helped her in healing some of the deeply rooted issues she had. Her interest in spirituality and mysticism helped her a lot as well.

Pluto sextile MC helped her greatly in appearing sexy and dominant in the fashion industry.

Neptune conjunct MC - most likely contributed to her missing some even bigger opportunities. It might be related to her not being told the truth always (this is mostly related to her career choices).

Congratulations you've made it to the end! ♡ Thank you so much for reading my reading haha :) I hope you enjoyed it! I would love to hear your opinions/views on my reading and also be free to add any comment you'd like under this post 🥰

~ Have a lovely day everyone, take care 💐

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ty lis for reading my mind about thinking of character inspirations lol. same brain, really. feel like i'm missing someone but anyway.

1. OOGIE BOOGIE: his voice, for starters. the glowing eyes. the music he's associated with (blues/jazz). vivid coloring in a few scenes he's in. his loud personality. antagonist. Ozzie was kind of introduced to us as an antagonist. I'm not totally opposed to him being one (i'm sure he is one in some demon's/exorcists stories). Ozzie fucks around with people ( ex: Moxxie for the song ), Oogie fucks around with people but usually w/ bad intent. plus both have " minions ". :')

2. LANCE STRONGBOW: NOT JUST FOR HIS VOICE ACTOR, I SWEAR. i didn't know he voiced Ozzie until Red told me. BUT! Lance is a fun guy. can flirt. how he and Eugene are, I kind of see Lucifer/Ozzie. PLUS he's a big guy. charming, friendly/extremely social, strong + partner-in-crime, has a warm air to him (probably due to us seeing how he and Eugene interact since they're close), can fuck someone up.

3. METTATON: those who get it, WILL get it. the reference behind the scenes. anyway, the ATTITUDE. the BITE. the love to perform/celebrity occupation. musically influenced. Mettaton struck me as a lustful character. beautiful. LEGS. the heart placements on both of them. the poses. will kick someone. strong character. flirty. iconic. has several "forms". :) MTT is also a very near and dear character, srry to bring the "cringe". plus, robot. Ozzie, the robo-Fizz/mechanical genius.

4. JESSICA RABBIT: how the saxophone follows her, the saxophone follows Ozzie whenever he's in camera/on scene. the sexual tension, all eyes are on her but her eyes are on Roger ( Fizz: the roger for ozzie(': ). Ozzie's love for one burns as intensely and passionately as how Jessica's burns for one, only. performer. loyalty. possibly freaky. will kick ass ( no one expects it either ). beautiful. fashionable. has a Body(ody-ody). moves seductively.

5. HEXXUS: another antagonist. the sultry voice. deadly. the LUSTFUL energy at the same time pretty intimidating. performer (for being toxicity lol). toxic in a poetic way since ... lust CAN be toxic in extreme doses. a badass though, hexxus is ooh.

6. FRANK N FURTER: gender-fluidity bro. such a flirt. WILL sleep with others. sexual tension. can build so much shit (he created Rocky AND perfected the timewarp machinery!), he's so smart. transvestite (endearingly). Frank wears anything and pulls it off well, Ozzie is the same way. stylish, bold, performer, loves sex, loves teasing, "antagonist", has the drama but that's part of the charm.

7. LEWIS PEPPER: an honorable mention mostly for the body-shape lol. the hearts. the color scheme. glowing all over but especially the face. ALSO has/had* a love interest. and Lewis, like Ozzie, actually has a really sensitive side. it shows in certain scenes. there's remorse, guilt, some resentment, revenge. he's also pretty big lol. overall pretty sweet when he's not out for blood as he's blinded by revenge and rage.

last, maybe 2%, honorable mention(s) but will go w/o photo: HIM from powerpuff. and Dr. Facilier. thank u.

#── ♡ ❝ i can bring the sex appeal. ( ooc )#inspiration list i didnt know those existed wow

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FINALDOOR.wad: Baron Door MAP21: The Sky is Lava (-752, 2176, 192) Author: Biodegradable, Sandwedge, Clippy Clippington, Knifeworld, Dubium, KurryMayo, smeghammer, Kan3, Pisto Date: 2022-09-01 Description: So it all started one day when Biodegradable was like yo can Barons open Doors? Sandwedge then lead a research expedition and it kind of got away from all of us and next thing you know Baron Door became self aware and 96 maps later and many participants - who could have thought we would find so many ways for barons to open doors? Enjoy these maps as pistol starts as they were intended, or play continuously for an easier time but it was not balanced for that. Here is the map list and author information The main event is of course: ***Baron Door*** 1 = red fist of blood by Clippy 2 = Barons o fun by Knifeworld 3 = wheel of misfortune by Clippy 4 = Paradigm Shift by Clippy 5 = Blue Plinko by Clippy 6 = Noble Doormen by Knifeworld 7 = Dead Complicated by Dubium 8 = Kuro Has Barons by KurryMayo 9 = Baron Doors by smeghammer 10 = Takeshi's Doors by Kan3 11 = Humiliated by Dubium 12 = Jersey Shore by Pistoolkip 13 = SCOOBY BARON DOOR by evil scientist42 14 = Prisoners of Woe by Man With Gun 15 = Unlawful Baronial Knowledge by Death Bear 16 = Maraudoor by Chookum 17 = Oops by Zulk RS 18 = Baron Mind by Dubbag 19 = do you even lift by HrnekBezucha 20 = Attack on Titan by Astro X 21 = Baron and Friends by Snaxalotl 22 = Doorception by Pistoolkip 23 = DOORS OF BARONCEPTION by evil scientist42 24 = Barons are Gentlemen by NilsQ 25 = Barend Canyon by Matacrat 26 = The Pizza Guys Are Here! by Chookum 27 = Wrong Turn on Baron St. by Snaxalotl 28 = Village of Barons by Astro X 29 = Baron director's cut Idk man by Astro X 30 = Bio was Wrong by Clippy 31 = Baron Womb by Dannarchy 32 = Is the Sky A Door? by Zulk RS ///// if you completed the above - stick around for some bonus material: ***BONUS DOOR*** 1 = Put Me In The Wiki by Sandwedge (1st map!) 2 = Gothenburg labs by dyshoria 3 = Achterbakse Schavuit by Peccatum Mihzamiz 4 = hoof tip tapdancers by Clippy 5 = Valet of Hell by Blue Phoenix 6 = Baronic Space Elevator by Zulk RS 7 = Get Your TNT Out of My Baron Door by Zulk RS 8 = 41 Barons by Steve88 9 = you_cant_enlarge_without_the_aid_to_dodge by dyshoria 10 = Bludgeonator IV: Blood of the Baron by Clippy 11 = Humiliated (extended original version) by Dubium 12 = The Four Headless Doorsemen of the Apocaclips by Clippy 13 = Train in the Ass by Clippy 14 = They Can't by Pistoolkip 15 = Good Vibrations by Dannarchy 16 = Chase The Light; Barons Chase You Endlessly by Zulk RS 17 = Baron Portal by Knifeworld 18 = HBO's Barry, but it's a Baron instead of Bill Hader by Dubbag 19 = Freak on a Leash by Dannarchy 20 = The Floor is Lava by Astro V 21 = The Sky is Lava by HrnekBezucha 22 = I WAS BARON THIS WAY by evil scientist42 23 = Heart Attack by Dannarchy 24 = Helping Hand by Dubium 25 = Just Like a Baron Ass by Knifeworld 26 = BREDD by Worriedidiot 27 = Simple Memorization Game by Valhen_Saipiam 28 = WTF.wad by Zulk RS 29 = Sectors of Silence by HALFCOOL 30 = Icon of Door by Pistoolkip 31 = Wolfendoor by Clippy Clippingdoor 32 = Baron Doorgasm by Clippy ///////// if you still aren't full enjoy the chaos that is: *** FINAL DOOR: CLOSURE*** 1 = Closing Time by Clippy Close the Door 2 = Final Barondown by evil scientist42 3 = Insatanity by Man With Gun 4 = Baron assaultby Astro X 5 = Snowblinder by Maribo 6 = Hellknight Window by evil scientist42 7 = Simple Memorization Game (original version) by Valhen_Saipiam 8 = Baron Something Something by SuyaSS 9 = Wall of Baron Floors by Knifeworld 10 = Monty Hall Barodox by DiR 11 = If the Baron in the Middle Dies, Bad Stuff Will Happen by Large Cat 12 = Doorjave Desert by HALFCOOL 13 = Barons Meat Tunnel by ClumsyCryptid 14 = The gentlemen by Silent Wolf 15 = Yes, It's Maxable by Rocky 16 = Some Light Reading, Vol. 1 by Death Bear 17 = Some Light Reading, Vol. 2 by Death Bear 18 = Some Light Reading, Vol. 3 by Death Bear 19 = Baronderhalls (of the Damned) by DiR 20 = More Light Reading, Vol. 1 by Death Bear 21 = More Light Reading, Vol. 2 by Death Bear 22 = More Light Reading, Vol. 3 by Death Bear 23 = Baronial Annotations by Death Bear 24 = Lost Pages by Death Bear 25 = Unholy Writ by Death Bear 26 = Some Heavier Reading, Vol. 1 by Death Bear 27 = Some Heavier Reading, Vol. 2 by Death Bear 28 = Some Heavier Reading, Vol. 3 by Death Bear 29 = Iï¿½m Done Reading, Now by Death Bear 30 = Closure by Death Bear 31 = Restricted Section, Vol. 1 by Death Bear 32 = Restricted Section, Vol. 2 by Death Bear

#doom #wadbot

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extasiswings · 7 months

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God but I do love a good “rocky start marriage of convenience turns Messy and Emotional” plot and after devouring the first four books of Bec McMaster’s The Blue Bloods Conspiracy because I was delighted at the prospect of seeing the mighty stoic spymaster get fully knocked on his ass by love in the fifth, Dukes Are Forever delivered both much of what I wanted and things I didn’t know I needed (firmly in the camp of “actually more romance heroines should get to go apeshit and throw things” truly an iconic scene, also we love a sexy carriage scene)

#chapel reads romance #chapel for ts

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moregraceful · 3 months

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GIMME 2, 5, 6, 10!!!!!!!!!!!

omg. thank you for this i needed to calm down after that Niners win haha just kidding. I will never calm down I still have anxiety. if you never see me again it's bc I'm writing Brock Purdy gangbang under a burner. ok under a cut

Trade bait: You can make two trades for your team for anyone in the MLB or MiLB. What two players do you trade for to create a top tier romance with existing players on the team?

First of all Matt Chapman for nobody but I am sending Joey Bart to the shadow realm anyway. Chappy as you previously observed would have Casey Schmidt wrapped around his finger. I would also be watching Tyler Fitzgerald very carefully bc I think him and Casey would be peacocking severely for Chappy's attention, just two cornfed white boys/fringe players eating out of Chappy's hand. Also Wilmer Flores and Chappy have wine nights where they discuss their infielders and I think an old man situationship could flourish there. That was like three relationships sorry. But now I'm obsessed with Wilmer Flores having an old man relationship nooooo

Second of all, I am trading Austin Slater (sorry) for Kris Bryant. Why am I bringing back Kris Bryant? bc it would be funny. He did a whole ass interview in the Athletic that I have seared into my heart about wanting to be wanted by the Giants and his fuckbuddy Brandon Crawford went on camera being like I Need Him, and then Farhan did something stupid and we lost Kris Bryant forever. but in my heart the Rockies do something rash and Farhan loses his head and we get Kris Bryant back. Kris Bryant is soooo salty but like what is he going to do, at the end of the day he really enjoyed San Francisco! and then -- this is critical -- Mikey shoots his shot. In the Kris Bryant Giants Era, Mikey was on the periphery of my observations (I was very gay for Craw and Kris and did not really understand the intricacies) but I think now with Craw out of the way, Mikey can slide in there with his affable ways and charismatic leadership and boyfriend dick and Kris will fall head over heels.

Rule 5 romance: what rookies do you wish to see ascend the heights of AO3? And with whom?

I almost said Blake Sabol but then I looked him up and between the three Bay Area mutuals, he actually has five whole works which for baseball fandom in this day and age is kind of a lot lol. Anyway as always I feel we need more gay bar fic and I think Tristan Beck would clean up at a small town bear bar in the minors and I think ALL the stupid Baby Giants should accompany him. That's not really an answer but the Giants are kind of vibeless and I'm trying not to just answer "Casey/Blake" for every single question lmfao

Minor league blues: Which of your favorite fringe or minor league players are holding hands on the 9 hour bus ride to the next game? Are they doomed by the narrative or will they be franchise legends?

GODDDDD THE BABY BABY BABY BABY GIANTS HAD SUCH AN ICONIC PITCHER-CATCHER SITUATIONSHIP LAST YEAR. So Onil Perez was the starting catcher for most of the SJ Giants games and Dylan Cumming was a pitcher the Giants signed to a minor league contract who got yeeted down to the San Jose extremely quickly but also played a bunch of games and had one of the better ERAs of all the pitchers on the team. (Also....somehow ended up in a Barracuda promo video lmfao.) I saw Dylan pitch a handful of games, all of which Onil caught and towards the end of the season when tensions were a lil high due to impending playoffs, I watched Dylan blow an inning in front of Onil. him and Onil proceeded to have the most INTENSE conversation next to the dugout, like heads bent together, arms on each other, I was like what the HELL is happening over there. and then. of course. Dylan did better for the rest of the game. CRAZY MAKING. (Giants still lost but that's not important.) Onil is rated pretty highly as a Giants prospect I think and while I try not to get too attached to SJG guys, I was so into how calm he was during games so that like...moment of emotional intensity between him and Dylan was so 👀🧐🫡 I think they probably fell asleep on each other during bus rides and Onil woke up with Dylan's hair in his mouth and fell in love.

Pregame chess: Who is compelled by the raw sexual energy that the dweebiest player on your team exudes when he gloats over winning clubhouse card games?

Allowing myself Casey/Blake, as a treat,,,,, Casey Schmidt is an enormous dweeb with a huge heart and I think the first time he wins some esoteric Venezuelan card game that Thairo Estrada taught the team but which took Casey a solid two months to get the hang of, he's SO happy but in a way that creates problems. like, his swagger is off the charts and it's SO undeserved, but he's so confident all game and he plays so well and Blake is like god...he's so stupid hot. I can't NOT kiss him in the shower room. (Blake is also a dweeb.)

Thank you for asking!!!!

#pindergarten #cage replies #rpf for ts #looking at the giants roster is giving me so much hope but also like who are all of you. who is driving this. farhan for the love of GOD #but on the bright side. i will never have to hear about that one former dodger ever again in my life lol

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youngestdaughtersyndrome · 9 months

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tagged by @kommunarde to talk about 5 things im interested in!!! mwah <3

1.) sally hansen insta-dri nail laquer in shade beet-ing heart: its wretched. its horrific. its so bright that you can see it perfectly in in a dark room. my phone case is a similar color and it almost makes the iphone (least erotic machine ever) erotic. beet-ing heart comes to me in dreams as a weapon of god. if i ever found myself in twin peaks' black lodge, the curtains would be beet-ing heart instead of red. when my body gets cut open for an autopsy, i would want all my organs and blood to be beet-ing heart pink, if only to baffle and nauseate the pathologists. freakshow pink. i-killed-my-boyfriend-and-now-his-body-is-rotting-in-the-trunk pink. john waters double feature pink. 1980s special effects pink. it’s rocky horror’s speed freak cousin, unstable terror, and it just bit off someone’s dick while giving them a blowjob. bass-boosted nightcore remixes of hyperpop. any horror movie involving a pageant. its gleeful and disruptive and entirely horrific and i am so fucking obsessed with it that i could eat it. pictures cannot do this monstrosity justice.

2.) the iconography of coca cola: coca cola is effectively a superstar to me. pop stars want what coca cola has. the red and white can has become so culturally ingrained that to even mention coca cola is like invoking the presence of Big America into the conversation. its effectively the shein coquette section of drinks-- its trying to remain like 50s/60s-flirtatious-picnics-fourth of july-lana del rey-patriotism and its working, which is insane because its actually microplastics-child slavery-landfill fuel-destroying multiple environments-capitalism. i hate her. i can't live without her. i want to murder suicide us. she (the iconic can full of delicious beverage) is everything and he (coca cola corporation) is actually far more sinister than ken could ever dream being. the can and the corporation are entirely separate in the societal mind like some sort of beverage dr. jekyll and mr. hyde, purely because shes our beautiful girlfriend whose faults we must ignore if we want to keep dating her. absolutely fascinating to me.

3.) red as a fetish: i'm not talking about how sexy things are red-- or at least red adjacent (think: genitalia, an open throat, a lot of lingerie, sex scene lighting in some films, etc), i'm talking about how red has transcended the cultural association of sex and being "naughty" to become something that brands things as adult or sexual by its mere presence. i know dozens of girls who got told by their parents to never wear red nail polish or lipstick or a red dress because it would make them come off as slutty or harlots or whatever word the parents felt like using to describe promiscuity. red is also one of the first colors to have a cultural gender binary inside of it, based off societal expectations for men vs. women-- on a man red says "aggression", but on a woman red says "sex". i don't think it would be like that if our general culture allowed women to be angry and was normal about angry women (as opposed to having the separate section of "female rage" consisting of crying or maybe a slap-- something that comes off to me as more of a purple or dark blue, in all honesty) but thats a separate post. red's nature is that its a primal and biological color, signaling blood and sex to the masses, and this means that anything thats red has the effect of biology which makes it fuckable, even if its something as paltry as a soda can or a shoe. because of this effect, red has transcended being used for fetishes and has become a fetish in itself, and i just think thats neat.

4.) smells and love: i know i have a bit of a sensitive nose, but everyone has a separate smell to them. its impacted by what the person consumed that day, what they were doing, if they were sweating or not, etc., but underneath it all there is a unique scent, like some sort of a biological thumbprint. a lot of it is because of the persons daily routines and whatnot, which really just makes it more interesting and more like character-defining, if that makes sense-- for an example, i know i smell powdery (cosmetics), sugary (daily soda), dirty (i like dirt and i touch it frequently), and a bit acrid (smoking mint to try and stave off nicotine cravings) on top of the unique and innate fleshiness that every living person has. my father smells spicy (tiger balm), rubbery (palo santo smudge stick), that distinct and unnameable fresh-woodsy-citrusy-whatever smell of mens hygiene products, gasoline-sweet (motor oil, wd-40), and the flesh smell, but his is slightly different than mine. there was a time in my life when i could literally close my eyes and walk by someone i spent a lot of time with, and i would be able to tell who it was. you know. its a matter of knowledge and memorization and time spent together. i just think its very sweet.

5.) making up incredibly elaborate and impossible stories as to how i got the mystery bruise of the day: i could be like 'i must have bumped my leg' or just not care at all, but where's the fun in that? the one on my knee is because i was on a tropical beach dancing in the moonlight with a soft-eyed lover, and when we tried the dirty dancing lift for shits and giggles, they dropped me and i fell right onto a lovely pearlescent seashell. of course i didn't mind, because i was having so much fun that i didn't notice any pain i might have been in, and besides-- i was laughing the whole way down. the one on my calf is because i was in a fight club and kicked someone in the hip so hard that my leg bruised. carry on in this manner until there are overly detailed stories about every single mystery bruise you have, and i swear you'll have a little bit more joy in your life.

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#these are all so specific and long but!!! this was very fun ty for tagging me felice <3<3<3<3<3 #hollyws #tag game

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