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vivitalks · 2 days

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man. derek is such an interesting character in season 1, especially when you can look at him through the lens of having seen the whole show, because he's like an unreliable narrator for scott, even though he's not a narrator for the show.

the thing is, derek in season 1 is the primary vehicle for werewolf lore. as new viewers, we're reliant on his character to explain to us the rules and conceits of the genre, but once you've seen the whole show, that role is no longer necessary. but for scott, in season 1, derek is the sole source of werewolf intel. derek is werewolf jesus. which means that everything scott initially learns about being a werewolf is filtered through the Derek Hale Trauma Matrix, and neither of them know it.

for example: in 1x05, derek tells scott that pain is what keeps you human (which is a mantra that gets repeated and referenced a ton over the course of the rest of the show). scott has been a werewolf for all of five seconds, and has no choice but to take the word of this obviously much more knowledgeable werewolf. in that way, derek operates as a kind of narrator for scott, giving him information and context he couldn't really get any other way. but it's unreliable info. don't get me wrong - derek isn't trying to be an unreliable narrator; he's not aware of how much his life experience has colored his understanding of his own species. it's just that...well...derek is a twenty-something with the kind of trauma that eats other trauma for breakfast. of course he would say that pain is what keeps you human. at this point in the show, pain is all he has.

this is the same guy who, in the next episode, says this:

DEREK: You getting angry? That's your first lesson. You want to learn how to control this, how to shift-- you do it through anger, by tapping into a primal animal rage, and you can't do that with her around. SCOTT: [defensively] I can get angry. DEREK: Not angry enough. This is the only way that I can teach you.

except we know, and scott quickly learns (in that very same episode, in fact), that this isn't true. anger doesn't work for everyone, and it doesn't work for scott, who's not an angry person. the things that work for derek won't work for all werewolves - but how would derek know that? he's never had to teach someone to be a werewolf before. he's not actually werewolf jesus.

to scott, derek is the only trustworthy source of information on being a werewolf, because he's the only werewolf scott knows. and from derek's perspective, everything he knows about being a werewolf must be true, because it's true for him. derek is the narrator, and it's only as his backstory unfolds that the viewers, and scott, learn just how much his history and trauma have obscured the reality of things, even for derek himself.

pain is not what makes you human. it's what makes derek human. because the moments in derek's life that stand out to him most are all tinged with tragedy. mercy killing his high school girlfriend. losing his entire family in a house fire. the death of his sister. for derek, to be human is to be in pain, and to be angry about that is the only way to be in control. after all, he doesn't have anyone teaching him otherwise.

#stuff #derek hale #teen wolf #scott mccall #teen wolf meta #tw meta #derek hale meta #tw #expanded thoughts from a throwaway message sent in twl #hoo boy this took some brainpower to get into a coherent post with a logical series of sentences #my head hurts #i had a headache before though. i took ibuprofen in the middle of typing this post #so ironically my head actually hurts less now than it did when i started typing this #i literally saw the meta mondays thing on my dash AS i opened up tumblr to type this #and i thought about saving it for the pain day #but that is a whole entire month away and i can't delay gratification like that #anyway unreliable narrator derek i love you and im so sorry they forced you to be the narrator in your own tragedy #'pain is what makes you human' girl. animals feel pain. what do you mean. pain is one of the only things that ISNT only human

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piscispd · 2 years

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— HEY NOW, WE'LL BE OKAY. -> hhu.

“I don't care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives there.” — a self portrait in letters × anne sexton.

Their parents don't approve your relationship. After a night where things don’t go as planned, the boys are left mending your broken heart.

wc: 1,6k overall. a/n: i focused more on their reaction after the fight, so this is them easing reader's insecurities! if you wanted something else lmk! im editing this later~ warnings/tags: gn reader, fluff, hurt/comfort. request!

You both barely step foot inside your place before he opens his mouth, like he was waiting impatiently for some privacy to fix talk.

“You’re overthinking, love.” Seungcheol scolds, hands on his hips as he stares at you with a disapproving look, akin to his father’s.

You shiver at the thought, reminiscing tonight’s failure as you shake your head. “No, I’m not.”

“Are so,” he pouts, linking his arms around your waist. “And you need to stop doing it, whatever your pretty head is thinking about right now, stop it.”

You click your tongue, rolling your eyes. “There’s nothing else to think about after tonight, Cheol, is there.”

It’s a bitter remark, not a question. You sound defeated and utterly sad, and his heart breaks a little seeing you in this shape, but Seungcheol is having none of it. He grabs you by the shoulders, his gaze burning you. “Don't you dare say that again. Don’t you tell me we don't belong together, like they said, just because they said it. I love you, and if you don't love me back, you can look at me in the eyes and say it.”

Silence. Cheol’s looking at you dead in the eye, intensely, yet so lovingly and gently because he can’t scold you for real, not really, and that’s so undoubtedly him that it makes your head all dizzy. “Jeez,” you chuckle, shaking your head with a heart much lighter.

“Can't say it, can you?”

“I love you,” you smile, gently. “I won't lie to you, Cheol.”

“But why do you look like you wanna cry,” he pouts, “am I making you sad?”

“No, I was sad, but– you make me feel like we could make this work. Like you’re reliable and I should count on you.”

“So you weren’t counting on me before?”

“Cheol.”

There's a childish mirth in his eyes as he smiles reassuringly, slowly linking his hands around you. “You should do that. You should've been doing that, because that's what I am.”

His hands are cold on your waist, so you caress them with your own, even if yours are a bit colder. He hugs you completely, aligning your body to his until there isn't a hair of yours untouched, unprotected. Kissing your forehead, he sways you both side to side. “I’m your boyfriend,” he chides lightly, his tone more serious now. “And the only thing that’s going to change that is a ring on your finger, nothing and no one else will, understand?”

His heart skips a beat when he sees you smile, all bright and happy and so pretty he wants to eat you. He wants to watch you forever. As his strong arms squeeze your middle, his breathing soft against your neck, you sigh longingly at the feeling. “Yeah, I got it.”

“You know, I had a dream about you last night.” Vernon says suddenly, breaking the silence.

It's the first time he's talked to you ever since you came back from that interesting meeting with his parents, an hour ago.

He’s sitting right next to you on your bed, but you don’t look at him. You’re avoiding it, really, because the second you do you’re going to beg him to stay and forget all about tonight, you’re gonna beg and plead that you’ll be able to work it all out together. That you needed him.

You bite your lip at the thought. You can’t do that– not after what transpired a few hours earlier with his family. You can’t be so selfish, can you?

So you keep looking at your phone, ignoring his sigh– Vernon is a stubborn dude, though, so he faces straightforward and keeps his train of thought.

“Listen, we were in a house with this big yard– big, babe. Huge. We could bring all my members and their families and there'll still be space, I think,” he rambles on, making you lean towards him uncounsciously, attentive to his next words. “It was ours. I mean, it felt like it was. You would've liked it.”

“What's your point,” you mumble grumpily.

“My family was there with us,” he ignores your interruption, smiling reminiscent. “My dad was laughing at something on the tv and my mom was cutting us some fruit. She was trying to get your mbti right, you know that personality test I’ve been telling you about? Seriously, I don't know what devil type you got, but she was arguing with you over it and I was telling her that on the flip side, your zodiac sign matches perfectly with mine– because there's no one better for me than you.”

Insane. He’s very questionable on most days, but right now he sounds a little insane as you ask him, dumbfoundedly, “Babe, what the hell are you on about?”

He shrugs. “Just trying to prove my point.”

You want to cry. You can’t believe he started talking about anything just to make you feel better about tonight, so you allow yourself to lean fully against his side and let your tears fall.

Vernon lets you cry on him, leaning back towards you. He hugs you, slowly, his hands tenderly taking a hold of you, and that leads to new, fresh tears— but you can't bring yourself to raise your arms and hold him back.

(Hold him back. Maybe that's what you were doing without knowing, maybe there is someone out there who's better suited for him and his family's expectations, maybe, maybe, maybe.)

“Hey.”

You look up at him, eyelashes damp and a frown on your face as if to ask what, making him grin and brush your tears away with his thumb.

“You heard what I said, right? There's no one better for me than you. That won't change, I promise.”

In, out. The sound of his breathing was calming, the growing darkness of the late night a protective veil around the both of you, little night birds singing far away. He grins at you, gently but widely like he has all the answers you need, like just staying by his side is the answer.

“We can work this out,” he continues soflty. “What we can't do is have you all sad thinking you're anything but it for me, alright? C'mon, they'll get round.”

You scoff, still feeling uneasy. “You don’t know that.”

“I do. I do know that, because I know them and I know you,” he states firmly. “And I’ll tell you a secret, they'll eventually come around, and I will make that dream come true. Since we’re being cheesy, you wanna hear another secret? I love you.”

“You're really doing the most,” you chuckle despite yourself, letting him cuddle you against his chest and kiss your head. Vernon was right, and you wanted to believe him, so you tell him back, “Okay. I love you too.”

His phone rings with a text from his sister a few hours later, once he’s already fast asleep in your arms. It reads, “— you got this, bro!! ♡”

Mingyu is talking the minute he gets out of the house, walking side by side with you.

“It's okay,” he smiles, trying to cheer you up. “I didn't like you at first either.”

You smack him in the arm, chuckling nervously at him. He grins and links your arms back together, smiling fondly at you. “What? Now I can't live without you. It's a good omen, if you ask me.”

You’re not sure what to make of tonight. Should you answer to his easy going response with the same energy? Should you tell him about his wrong use of the word omen?

“What if it never happens? If they never... like me?” would you leave me then?, you’re too afraid of his answer to blatantly ask, but Mingyu knows how to read between the lines. At least around you.

“That’s a little dramatic, babe, am I rubbing off on you too much?” he teases, like it's no big deal for him, and you don’t know how to feel about that. “You'll grow on them.”

“Like fungus?”

“Like fungus. Just like you did with me.”

You try to smile again, but it's forced. You don't feel good, so you sigh and lean against his arm.

Mingyu is trying his best here. He wants you to know that even if his own President Moon were to ask him today to leave your side he would tell him no.

Maybe. Maybe he'll change names and run away with you, or plan a misterious hit on his nation’s president. Either way, he's not leaving you behind, that's his point. Is it so hard to believe?

He thought that joking was a clear way to tell you hey, I love you, no matter what people say– even if it makes me a bit sad, I'm staying with you.

But you look sad, and it's making Mingyu sweat a little, so he tries a new way to approach it.

“Everything is difficult at first,” he says under his breath. “We just need to keep going at it until they get it, okay? Together.”

You shake your head slightly, such a small, barely perceptible movement that it could be mistaken for a twitch. But Mingyu knows you better than anyone else on the planet, he thinks, and his heart squeezes painfully once he realizes that was a dejected head shake.

“Babe,” he stops walking, his arms encasing you tentatively, his face ghosting on your hair and the familiar scent of your shampoo. “No need to dwell on it, really. I want to make it easier for them, but if they can’t see how great you are, it’s their loss. It’s not like I’ll stop bringing you around or anything. I’m selfish like that, you know. You’re kinda stuck with me.”

You chuckle, squeezing his hand admittedly more relaxed, his truthful words licking your wounded heart. “What a terrible destiny.”

Mingyu rolls his eyes. “Shockingly, I've heard of people having it worse.”

You laugh loudly at his pout, cuddling him and stealing all his warmth. “I love you too. Thank you.”

He doesn't let go of your hand the entire walk back home.

Wonwoo was excited for tonight, and in consequence, so were you. He didn't expect their rude behavior at all, his face growing drier and more defensive as the hours ticked by. Finally, after hearing him say “We’ll get going,” in the coldest voice you’ve ever heard from him, you pick up your stuff with tense shoulders and leave.

Once you reach that godforsaken doorstep, Wonwoo tells you to wait in the car with a parting kiss on your forehead.

“But–”

“No buts,” he says sternly. “I have things to say to them, it won’t take too long. Put some of your music on, alright?”

“Okay,” you agree bregudgely, frowning. “You’ll come back, right?”

Wonwoo's stare softens at of your small voice, grabbing your hands to kiss them, lingering for a moment too long before letting you go. “Don’t worry too much, it's not like they'll do anything to me.”

He comes back to the car exactly ten minutes later, his raven hair a mess on his forehead and he grips the steering wheel so strongly his knuckles turn white, jaw clenched.

It’s only when you arrive home that he confronts you. Your knees are moving the car, shaking up and down, and he’s back to being so quiet and serious you’re half expecting him to tell you to get out and never come back.

Once you finally open your mouth to break the tense silence, he suddenly calls your name. “I'm sorry.”

You gape at him, words stuck in your throat when you notice the intense look on his face. “It's okay,” you gulp. “I. I understand if you want to leave– maybe we should just... accept the inevitable.”

You’re looking down at your hands, missing the raw panic in Wonwoo’s face. “What?”

“I said, maybe we should consider this, I mean, us. Our relationship–”

Wonwoo's stomach goes cold. “No, no. No one's leaving. I’m not leaving you,” he interrupts you in a frenzy, cupping your face and looking so vulnerable you feel the urge to cry.

“Listen, I'm sorry they were out of line. But what they think doesn't change what I feel for you. You were great, you are great, the greatest, and I love you. Don’t jump into conclusions– don't worry about them too much.”

You shake your head between his hands, still hang up on it. “I don’t want you to fight with them for this.”

“We didn't fight.”

You look at him incredulously. Wonwoo raises his chin, childishly stubborn. “We didn't fight, we just... talked. About manners, politely, like family should talk. And I would do it even if it were anyone else, because if you’re hurting, I’m hurting, alright? I can’t just leave it alone, (YN).”

It’s a hot Friday night in Seoul, fancy cars are passing through yours in a blink, unaware of your heart beating painfully against your ribs, thump thump thumping while Wonwoo takes your hand and kisses the palm of it, his lips pressing on the softness of your skin. “Am I being too much?”

“No,” you chuckle wetly, grabbing and squeezing his hand in return. “No, you’re good. Thank you, baby. I love you.”

“Me too,” you feel him squeeze your hands gently before he leans over to kiss you, lingering on your lips. You smile against him when you hear car horns outside, and he begrudgingly pulls away. “Let’s go inside. It's been a long night.”

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thyfggfy · 2 months

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In season 4 his attires are pretty similar to the ones in the last season

Though you can definitely say that this time around he is leaning more into the business casual style

I don't think that was a conscious choice from the production , BUT if we were to ignore the external aspect of it , we can theorize that he was going a bit overboard trying to look put together after Allison's death.

Season 5 is easily his worst season when it comes to clothes , because it is just pretty boring .

The only real highlights are these new jackets

and this zip-up shirt

Where are his hoodies!?

Thankfully , season 6 corrects season 5's sins.

This is the season where he wears jumpers pretty consistently which makes me very happy , cuz I love jumpers.

In his final moments in the show he wears a coat

which is obviously meant to portray how mature he has become , but the shipper in me can only think how scisaac coded this is

like what do you mean Scott put his life on hold to deal with other people's bullshit ? NO! Scott and Chris are simply running a few errands. Isaac gave Scott one of his coats to keep warm .They are having dinner later with Chris and Melissa . Shut up.

In the movie his style doesn't really deviate from the one in the series.

which is fine . He essentially had to speed run growing up so it is not crazy to imagine that he will try to keep things in the middle.

Parts : Scott.1

Jackson ; Derek ; Liam ; Mason ; Theo

#scott mccall #teen wolf #fashion #menswear #second part #for all 3 of you that were waiting for the next addition of these series #sorry for the delay #this time I have an excuse though #I was overwhelmed by work and uni #I am still #but finally collected all the images and had the desire to make a post #expect next post in 2026 #jk #hopefully #thoughts and prayers

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vicsbasement · 1 month

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can't wait to soar (charlos, model!actor au)

chapter 1 - something we can build

chapter 2 - hey i'm just like you (a little messed up and blue)

chapter 3 - we could be so good

chapter 4 - a wandering heart

chapter 5 - chapter 44

Lewis didn't deserve a coward, but Carlos couldn't pretend to be something he was not.

A flashback to the past, where we see the beginning and the end of Lewis and Carlos' relationship. Note: the rating went up a notch so mind the new rating and tags!

#charlos #here it is: the carlewis chapter #carlewis #sorry for the delay i went full psychotic and thought i'd lost the chapter when it turns out i never lost it i just kept it really safe #had a trip and thought i'd left behind the hard drive i had saved this into (but i'm just really bad at searching for things)#anyway new chapter #can't wait to soar #my writing #my stuff #f1 rpf #f1 fic #charlos fic #carlos sainz jr #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton

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secondbeatsongs · 2 years

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ouran high school ghost club

is that anything?

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #personal #sbs rambles #had this sudden thought #also!! hi!! someone sent me crabs!! and I'm super grateful!#but I haven't been around my computer a whole lot so I haven't opened the gift yet!#I probably will sometime this week though #so sorry about that delay but thank you whoever sent me crabs!#I will cherish them as my own!

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fagnightsatfreddys · 2 months

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My gift for @patorucho for the @qsmp-secretvalentine (Hi it's me, the event's mod haha)!! I hope you like it! It's my first time web weaving so hopefully it's good :D

All image credits and links under the read more and in all respective image descriptions! (You can also see the translation of the song in Spanish in the image description aha)

Image 1: x (by @/patorucho)

Image 2: x (by @/wholeheartedsuggestions)

Image 3: Patorucho art (by @/patorucho), background image, duck plushie, bear plushie

Image 4: x (by @/wholeheartedsuggestions)

Image 5: background image, top right drawing (by @/kocobear_ on twitter), bottom left art, white bear plush, duck plush, Plushies picture (by @/evergreenqveen on reddit)

Image 6: Live forever - Oasis

Image 7: background image, top drawings (by @/kocobear_ on twitter), middle drawing, white bear plush, duck plush

Image 8: Me and Michael - MGMT

Image 9: Patorucho art (by @/patorucho), middle drawing (by @/kocobear_ on twitter), top art, background image

Image 10: Todo Cambió - Camila

Image 11: Patorucho art (by @/patorucho), background image

#qsmpsecretvalentine2024 #patorucho #qsmp pato #qsmp cucurucho #web weaving #qsmp #thought it could be nice to use your art for it! hope you like it #sorry again for all the delay! organizing the event was a bit of a hassle and I had no emergency gifters left so I had to do it myself haha #Spotify

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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3 & 17 & fluff with robin please <33 you’re the sweetest ever!! <33

No you! <3 Also, this is a cute take of these prompts, which is smth I love, people using the prompts to mean all sorts of different things aaah!! 💕

Prompts: 3) I’m not letting you go, it’s too risky & 17) *clinging onto their leg*

Robin Buckley x reader

“But whyyyyyyy????”

You rolled your eyes playfully at your girlfriends moan again, Robin being draped over your shoulder while you finish up at your make up desk, as much as Robin had tried to distract you.

You’d been invited to a party tonight. It was a semi big one, and of course you’d invited Robin to go along with you. But she had bad blood with someone there, so she wouldn’t go on principal. Something you agreed with her she was very bad ass for. However it was one of your best friends throwing the party, so you couldn’t just not turn up, especially when you’d already promised her. Besides, you and Robin were independent in your relationship in that healthy way, it wasn’t like you were attached at the hip!

Something Robin was definitely trying to disprove this evening.

Robin pressed lots of hurried kisses to your cheek, loud “mwah, mwah!” sounds following each peck as she tried to cast a spell on you to stay, whining with her face buried in your shoulder when you switched off your make up light, done.

“Baby I told you, I’ve got to go. You could always come with me, I swear I’ll keep Melissa away from you. I’ll even beat her up for you if you want.” You playfully bopped Robin on her nose as she looked up, with her chin smushed against you.

But Robin vehemently shook her head, and backed away from your chair, to pace with the need to rant about this asshole again. At least giving you a chance to get up. “No! Absolutely not. I’d rather by caught by the Russians again then be caught dead at one of her parties.” She moaned under her breath, crossing her arms with a fired up look in her eyes from just thinking about it.

You tilted your head disapprovingly at her choice of analogy, patting her cheek affectionately “Don’t say that.” You lightly spoke, Robin just leaning her head into your cheek more, exhausted by the conversation point. “Besides! It’s not like it’s her party.”

“I don’t want you to go.” Robin’s voice cracked a little with her rasp. Her hand holding your own to her cheek. A couple of seconds later, her other hand moving out and gently fiddling with the thin strap of your top, tugging you slightly towards her. “Stay with me.”

“Mmhm. And why shouldn’t I go?” You asked, distracting her with a glossy peck to her nose, that got her to blink all flustered and cutely, before you walked to your closet to find the shoes you’d chosen last night.

Robin trailed behind you, dressed only in her comfy clothes, as a way to entice you, compared to your outfit that should be sinful, the way she’d have her hands on you in a much different way, if it wasn’t for your constant attempt to leave. “I’m not letting you go, it’s too risky. Someone’s going to steal you.”

Robin pouted. Something you caught as you slowly turned a 180 in your one heeled boot, raising an eyebrow at your girlfriend. “You’re worried about me getting kidnapped?”

“I’m worried at someone wanting your hot ass all to themselves, dingus.” Robin lightly shook your shoulder, falling with a dramatic sigh against your back as you sat on the edge of the bed to get your shoes on. Something that was slowly pushing you off the bed, but Robin didn’t really care about.

“Well, do you think I’d let someone other than you have my hot ass?” You asked her, lightly nudging her with your shoulder to get you both back up, and also shooting her a wink, biting your tongue with a smile.

But Robin wasn’t having it. “No, but it doesn’t stop them from trying.” She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, pressing her head into your back. Before moaning out what sounded like the beginning of a strangled cry when you stood up, only being soothed when you took her hands, and brought her up with you.

“Well I’d stop them from trying.” You put your fists out again, jokingly ready for a fight.

But Robin still frowned, lowering both of them with her own hand, but then seemingly deciding against it, balling your two fists together and encasing them in her own. Leaning her chin daintily on your joint hands, as she peered up at you with her big blue puppy dog eyes. “Please don’t leave. I promise to do anything you want.”

You sighed with closed lips, taking in the image of your girlfriend pleading. You quickly bent forward and kissed Robin’s nose again, and then her hands over yours, smoothing over them, as you kept your eyes pinned to hers, smirking. “As much as a willing slave sounds tempting...”

Robin followed you fuzzy eyed. Her mouth partly opening, and what was on her mind (if anything right now) clear on her face, her eyes following you dreamily.

“And as much as I love you begging...”

Robin swallowed, nodding with dulled speed, her breath fanning on your face.

“I made a promise.” You smiled sweetly. Tapping her hands, before letting them go.

Robin gave a defeated whine once your back was turned, and her brain had probably rebooted. You swear you’d be able to see her stomping her feet if you turned around.

“You’re such a tease!” She whined, making you smile as you searched for your handbag, just needing it for make up and a small flask and the like, as you responded towards the closet “Yeah but I’m only your tease.”

You managed to slip your bag over your shoulder, turning it around to make sure it still matched your jacket, before starting to spin around to collect your things.

That’s when you felt a collision near your feet, nearly stumbling over with a puff of air if it wasn’t for the thing anchoring you. And looking down, you saw Robin sitting on your foot, with her arms wrapped around your legs, gazing up at you sadly.

“Are you clinging to my leg? Robin?” You were just so surprised by it. Trying to shake your leg a little, but nope, Robin was firmly suckered on there.

“I’m not letting go till you change your mind.” Robin moaned loudly up at you, face set and testing. If Robin wanted to win, she’d usually win.

“Robin, are you serious?” You asked, although you couldn’t help but splutter a small laugh towards the end of your sentence. Robin only pouted at this, sticking her tongue out at you, before burying her face in between your knees. Not saying anything now.

You laughed a little more this time, still quiet, but you still attempted this new trial, just with your girlfriend wanting to take part. You penguin walked over to your make up desk, sort of making it there, more so taking the three waddled steps so you could reach your arm out, and scoop what you needed into your bag.

Robin must have heard the make up rolling across the wood, and clattering in your hands, because she hugged your legs tighter. Something that gave you an idea, as you zipped up the bag, bringing your hand down and scritching at Robin’s head. Something you knew Robin adored, and she was clearly half leaning into it.

“Oh so you are coming with me?” You asked, re-placing the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “Okay, let’s go.” You began ‘walking’.

“No!” Robin yelled up at you, glaring daggers at you now from where she sat, and you couldn’t help but giggle. She looked cute!

You tried to move, but Robin wouldn’t budge, squeezing you closer.

“Robin baby I’m trying to sit with you, you have to let me go.”

Immediately Robin conceded. Scooting her butt up a bit on your bedroom carpet, and eagerly wriggling back forward once you were sat, laying her knees on top of yours as you both sat crisscrossed. Maybe another way of her trying to keep you anchored down, you thought amused.

You took Robin’s face between your cheeks, and she leaned into that touch, eyes wide and hopeful on yours, and freckled face so piqued at you, with hope that you were going to say what she wanted you to.

You smiled warmly. “Robin, babe, you know I made a promise.”

Robin immediately started shimmying so she could sit on top of you.

But before she could do that, you easily pressed her waist into your carpet, and manouvered yourself to sit on top of Robin’s crotch, pinning her to the ground instead.

Robin seemed pretty pleased with this scenario too, however. Looking up at you in surprise and awe, her hands making grabby fists at your sides until they blindly found your flowy top to grab onto, since her eyes were securely pinned to your face, and how confident you look smirking sitting on top of her. Having easily pinned her down, when she tried to be naughty, again.

“Listen baby. I made a promise, but you know that doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time with you. And you know no lady’s going to steal my attention away from you.” You slide a finger up the middle of Robin’s chest, then down her throat, all the way until you could flick her chin. “You could’ve just told me if you wanted attention.” You smiled innocently.

Robin was speechless again. She didn’t feel like fighting you much anymore over the party. She just nodded eagerly beneath you, not really sure what she was nodding at.

Your face broke into a big smile. You couldn’t help it, you loved her. And you quickly slid over so you were cuddling Robin on top instead. Wrapping your legs around her as you lay down, and gently holding her in your arms, feeling loved and warm yourself as Robin wrapped her arms around your ribs, nuzzling under your chin, before peeking out and deciding to just lay under you instead, resting her head on your arm that pillowed her, as she sweetly pursed her lips when you went down for a kiss. Hands scrambling for your face, but nails far away to not ruin your pretty make up she’d watched you spend forever on, as she kept bringing your cheeks down to kiss you more and more. She loved the taste of your new lip gloss, and your lips.

After a flurry of pecks, you made sure to give Robin a proper kiss. One long one, taking her upper lip between your own and moaning quietly into her mouth. Tasting her tongue lightly, and gently stroking her cheeks as you swallowed her small sighs in return, definitely ruining your lip gloss just a little as you made out with your girlfriend on your bedroom floor, but it was worth it.

You eventually moved back, smiling down at Robin as she, still lightly pouting, but with a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips, played with your hair that fell from your ears as you sat above her, giving in just enough to her fate for tonight.

“That just doesn’t mean I have to be at the party all night Robin. I’ll come home at around midnight, okay? And then when you’re in between my knees this time, it can be you making up for almost making me late.”

#3 always made me think life or death upside down but I thought thsi was fluffier and fit with the ask more haha &#I rly enjoyed this take!!#also sorry had a bit of a 2 hour delay bc of irl stuff but they should be coming out quicker now <3 #Robin Buckley/reader #Robin Buckley fluff #Robin Buckley x reader #Robin Buckley drabble #Robin Buckley #stranger things #anon #ask #1.9k

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So Dee, do you have any ideas about the reason behind Arthur and Eames totems?

why now.. I have many ideas :D

is it because Nolan (not so) secretly shipped these two mfers and decided to give them matching totems?

is it because, as jgl once said, eames was a lil shit who copied arthur (indirectly implying imitation is the best form of flattery with a serious case of “I wanna be like him/I want him”, cause we all know jgl knows that we know that he knows) ?

is it because arthur is still unable to forget how many many moons ago, he was wasting his army cut-off away, before he was peeled off the streets by the cobbs and eames wants to keep the memories of tagging along with his mother to work and collecting fallen poker chips?

or is it because they were gifts to each other, a chip to specify and a dice to turn up only the real face out of many, unknowingly making each other their respective tethers to reality?

or is it because, they had different totems (a wrist watch for arthur and a fidget spanner for eames), but after the job which made them realise how stupid they were been, they got these matching totems to remind each other how they can’t gamble their life anymore, as it now belongs to someone else?

or is it because the wedding rings were too damn expensive?

#thank you so much for the ask I had loads of fun #but sorry for the delay #and I WANNA KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS #inception #arthur x eames #dreamhusbands

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swords-in-space · 4 months

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You once mentioned you have a thesis about fanfiction as a genre of literature and its value to genre fiction. I reallyyyyy would like to read your thesis. If that's okay for you

okay so i don't actually have a thesis about it. like, i think about the topic a lot but writing a thesis would require a lot of research and interviews and compiling information and i am far too adhd to do that on my own, and i'm not going to grad school anytime soon to have an excuse to do it

however

some thoughts include:

-genre fiction can be (often is, arguably) a metaphor for current cultural fears. the popular tropes in sci fi particularly and fantasy to a lesser extent are often a reflection on current global events. (well, i say current. usually it's about 3-5 years behind due to the nature of, yah know, writing and publishing a book.) this ties into the first point too, a little, because genre fiction allows the author and reader to put some space between you and the fear/trauma/event -- you're not actually reading a story about someone who could be alive right now and suffering, you're reading about a guy with a name straight from Fantasy Name Generator and his life in the post-apocalyptic future. we can confront our fears about nuclear war and censorship while we read about a dude named Guy who burns books for a living. then -- to pick a non-random example -- how many fics have been written in the last several years that are sickfics, zombie aus, or just straight up about quarantines and isolation?

-fanfiction is already a massive part of genre fiction. just because it's licensed doesn't make it less fanfiction -- i dare you to go into your local bookstore, find the sci-fi/fantasy section, and take a look at how much of it is taken up by star wars, star trek, warhammer, dungeons and dragons. how many video games have licensed novelizations, how many popular movies. i was a bookseller for 6 years, i can tell you that easily a quarter to a third of the section is just this. so then the question is -- how is that functionally different from fanfic on ao3 or whatever other site you frequent? just because they have an editor and a publishing contract doesn't mean they can't also be writing fanfic. i know several published authors here on tumblr that i've found through their ao3 pages

-how many times do you see posts talking about people using fanfic as a way to process trauma? the posts are usually explaining away dead dove fics, but i was a child with a library card and no oversight in what i read and i have to say i've never come across a dead dove fic that broaches a topic that i've not also seen in an obscure fantasy novel

-all art is worthwhile and all art means something to someone. all art has the ability to be beautiful and moving, and you cannot gatekeep what will be to someone. i've cried reading fanfic before, i'm sure you have too. sometimes it's even mostly smut and it's still emotionally moving. i think we do a HUGE disservice to those authors who have touched us if we say that what they're writing is somehow lesser than just because they're writing naruto tentacle porn or whatever the fuck

-Wattpad is owned by HarperCollins. the company takes a look at the most popular fics on that site and offers publishing contracts. this isn't hearsay, i was literally told by a HarperCollins rep while i was at a work dinner with them. it's how the After series was published, to name the most famous example. if you look in YA and romance, you'll spot more than a few "Wattpad originals" too. if publishing houses think that fanfic has enough value to be financially beneficial to them, then we can't sit here and say it's not culturally or emotionally or thematically valuable. if someone is making money off it, then it has influence whether we like it or not

-Fifty Shades of Grey is infamous at this point. we can't deny that it's had a huge influence on the romance genre -- there are so many books being published today that are fanfic with the serial numbers filed off, and more that are from well-known fanfic authors who have an existing fanbase. it seems to be more and more, too, that if an author wants to publish an original romance novel, to have a loyal readership already is a huge point in their favour to win a publishing contract. this is less about fanfiction specifically a genre of literature and more about the influence it has within the publishing sphere already

-so: what makes a genre? they have specific tropes, sometimes unique to the genre, they have specific structures and themes. genre is hard to define, too, because the lines are so often blurred -- what makes The Woman in the Window, for instance, be shelved in general fiction instead of mystery. (the answer is usually "the publisher thinks it will sell better there.") so what do "legitimate" genres have that fanfiction doesn't? i've debated this point with my gf before, and she was on the side of "fanfiction is a type of fiction, mostly serial fiction, and encompasses a variety of genres" and i was on the side of "fanfiction is a specific genre unto itself". we never came to a conclusion, and i think that there's merit to both arguments -- my point here is that this is one of the things that would require a lot of research to make a compelling argument, and i don't have that research (yet. there's always hope.)

-there's historical basis for fanfiction too. for all that the term is a modern one, and fan culture as it is today being born out of women's star trek writing circles and the internet, people have been writing derivative works for centuries. what is Milton's Paradise Lost (and Paradise Found) but Bible fanfic. what is Dante's Inferno but self-insert rpf. what is Virgil's Aeneid but a historical au of the founding of Rome

anyway! there's probably more thing that i haven't mentioned and will wake me up at 3am, but this is long as it is

#i am sooo glad you asked. i am always down to talk about this #sorry for the delay in replying i had to Gather My Thoughts into something slightly coherent #arbutus talks #fanfiction #ao3 stuff

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