#the context is: I'm Gay. THANK YOU GOOD NIGHT

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

Of course the things she says are never what she means them to be, even when she’s paced a tread in the shape of the exact words she ought to say, and so what she says instead is, so sharply vehement it startles herself, “You are a problem.”

Kharish blinks, mouth agape, with her great wide eyes—blue as anything, and Colette thinks with increasing despair how very much she has come to like blue, of late—and says, “Oh. That’s, ah. I’m… sorry?”

“I don’t mean—will you sit down,” she says, not in any sort of tone resembling a question, and laces her hands in front of herself to stop pulling at the loose thread on her sleeve, rigid.

“Is everything—”

“Sit.”

She sits.

“I’m doing this all wrong,” Colette begins, “so—just—know, that I know it, and don’t do—the thing, with your face, that you’re going to do.”

Some terrible slow amusement rising in the illuminated sun of her face. “A thing?”

“Yes—that one, that thing!” She points, exasperated, as Kharish puts both hands over the lower half of her mirth-reddened face. “I haven’t said anything yet!”

“You’ve said a few things,” she protests, “and I don’t know what it is I’m not supposed to be doing—”

It is exactly three strides to the chair, to collide, inelegant, with her knees (of course her legs are too damned long for the chair) (she is not thinking about—). Colette allows half a step backwards again to account for her knees. “Please. I am going to make a fool of myself, either way, I’m sure, but tell me anyway—what, or why, or…”

Kharish, lowering her hands to her lap with the kind of careful deliberate slowness of one afraid of making too sudden a move—which is perhaps fair; she is not doing an especially fine job of appearing any less on edge than she feels, and none of the things she is saying are the things she was going to say when she made up her mind to—but she looks at her, really looks, in her way. “I like your laugh,” she says, soft. “I can be a fool twice over, if you like. If it would help.”

There is nothing in the ribcage that should feel so tight and sweetly aching. And yet. And yet. “You do that regardless.”

She crooks a silly little grin. “And sometimes you laugh.” A tilt of her head. Colette has the sudden irrational impulse to take a thumb to that permanent crease between her brows. “…does that answer, or should I—?”

Yes, but now. She skates her fingertips over the lines aside her eyes, draws her thumb along the corner of her mouth, struck half-blind by the heady rush of awareness of her: every singing nerve, every erratic jolt of her pulse, every taut effortful line of tension as she freezes herself whisper-still. Hopelessly bright. Like the sun itself is sat in her chair, looking at her with—with—

“You don’t have to,” Kharish says, her voice low and strained and gentle, careful, “if it’s—if I’m… if you’d rather not. I won’t say anything; I won’t be—you won’t hurt me.”

“No,” she agrees, “I won’t.” It is not a matter, at this point, of if, but of following through. Momentum. Colette, the knuckles of her other hand white on the back of the chair, tells her, “You talk entirely too much, did you know,” which softens her whole face—under her fingertips, she knows precisely which muscles follow suit and when (sternocleidomastoid, trapezius, levator scapulae—), and, quick and decisive, she kisses the curve of her smile.

She hasn’t done this in—long enough. She can admit it is not a particularly skillful kiss, from her end, and there is the matter of working around her tusks, and she can’t bring herself to take her hand from the flat of her jaw, too alight and dizzy at the electric map of nerves under her skin, blooming, blooming—

Impossible to say how long it is before she breaks, jerking back, fingertips pressed to her own burning mouth as she inhales like she’s forgotten how. “You understand,” she hears herself croak, awful, “you understand I don’t—I haven’t—” She clears her throat. Marginally better. “Alright. Thank you. That was—not terrible.”

Which is yet again not what she ought to have said, or meant to say, but Kharish only lets out a high breathless giggle and says, giddy, “Oh, let me try again then; I can do much better than ‘not terrible’.” And then horror dawning as she lurches forward, to her feet, catching fistfuls of Colette’s robes at her hips to stop from falling into her, and she stutters, “I mean—not to presume it—if you—I—thank you, I thought it was very nice—”

Colette stares. And then she puts her hands on her shoulders to sit her down again, and she laughs—she laughs—she laughs—

#writing tag #Kharish gra-Shatul #the context is: I'm Gay. THANK YOU GOOD NIGHT

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling my husband baby doll in public?

Nsfw tw

I (29M) am married to my husband (30M). He's a sweetheart, and I love him so so so much. He's absolutely perfect.

I'm the kind of guy who uses a ton of pet names, especially with him. I'll call him darling, sweetheart, babe, pretty boy, stuff like that. I'll also call him baby doll, but for different reasons.

Basically, I only call him that in bed, and I've noticed that whenever I say it outside of that context, it gets a reaction out of him. I've accidentally installed a sleeper agent activation phrase in my husband, and it is inherently funny. But recently I've started saying it when we're out in public, usually right before we go home. It's become a bit of a code word for "I want to have sex with you when we get back." Nobody knows this but us, and to someone that isn't married to him, the fact that it turns him on wouldn't be noticeable. He'll chew his lip a little and maybe blush, stiffen up, but that's about it.

Recently we were at a party with a mutual friend G (34M) and I was sitting on the couch talking to him when my husband came in the room with his coat, clearly ready to go and hide under a blanket back home the way his introvert ass loves. I looked him up and down and said "you ready to go, baby doll? Maybe give me a few more minutes, you can head on to the car if you want." And tossed him the keys. He thanked me and said goodbye to G and left.

G shook his head after my husband left and said "ew... you call him that in public?" And for a second I was terrified he noticed our mild kink play, but when I asked "what do you mean?" He said "it's so emasculating, can't you just call him babe or something?" I shrugged and said he likes it, to which G said, "yeah, I'm sure he ran out the door because he loved you calling him that so much," which is funny because he literally did, but it still upset me. I said my goodbyes and went to the car where my husband was. We went home and had a very nice night.

The more I think about it though, the grosser it is. I feel like I'm engaging strangers in our kink, which doesn't feel good. And maybe the pet name is emasculating.

And before you accuse G of being homophobic, he's also gay. Just... snapbacks and wifebeaters muscle gay. Nobody would be able to clock him in a million years. He shotguns beer at every party even when it is not the vibe.

AITA for calling him this in public when I know it turns him on? I figure if I accidentally pavlov'd him, I might as well use it.

#aita #am i the asshole

[iamred-iamyellow]

Lalisa Love Me

♥ pairing: lalisa manoban x fem!rb!driver

♥ smau 

♥ content: fluff <3 

♥ notes: I’m an f1 loving american lesbian blink so when lisa wove the checkered flag in miami  I knew I had to write this. This is also my first posted fic :)

liked by lalalalisa_m, blackpinkofficial, and 706,435 more 

Blackpink in your area - tagged blackpinkoffical 

user12 SHE’S A BLINK?! 

 yourusername 🩷🖤   user4 the crossover we never knew we needed 

landonorris where was my invite? 

yourusername must’ve got lost in the mail :/   landonorris …

user5 my worlds are colliding 

lilymhe bring me next 

yourusername I WILL DW  alex_albon I see how it is yourusername GIRLS NIGHT IDEA - us and the wags go to their LA concert francisca.cgomes I’ll be there 

roses_are_rosie hope we see you again! 

    yourusername <3 

user7 already writing fanfiction 

   user3 new character unlocked     user5 she’s gonna show up at Jackson Wang’s party just wait 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

liked by charles_leclerc, landonorris, and 416,587

COACHELLA ☀️ - tagged lalalalisa_m

yourusername you guys killed it btw

*liked by lalalalisa_m*

user6 the amount of lisa pictures-

user10 its almost like she was there just for her user6 she probably was ngl I'd be there just for Lisa too

user14 They are both MOTHER

user17 Lisa x y/n was NOT on my 2023 bingo card

landonorris I am once again asking for blackpink tickets

user10 PLEASE hsndnksjs user7 he's so real for that yourusername @ landonorris get your own tickets

user5 Lisa 🛐

yourusername i agree. user5 wait what user8 aaaand screenshoted user7 my new wallpaper

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liked by redbullracing, maxverstappen1, lalalalisa_m, and 827,942 more

Congrats World Champ <3 You drove one hell of a year.

maxverstappen1 you drove amazing yourself. p2 overall is great, especially in your second season

*liked by yourusername*

user1 lisa liked this post btw

user3 they're literally canon at this point user7 WHEN WILL OUR MOTHERS GET TOGETHER?

yourusername looking forward to a (hopefully) next season win

user5 congrats girly

user7 literally crying at lisa liking this post

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

liked by yourusername, sooyaaa_, and 743,078

See You Soon <3

user17 ??? CONTEXT ???

user2 Don't be shy, tell us who

user7 the car pic...? liked by y/n....?

user1 I SEE THE VISION user4 *me waiting for a lisa x y/n relationship megathread*

user8 unrelated but she looks stunning

user9 posted the DAY OF f1 winter break. not a coincidence.

user3 my otp

user12 I ship so hard

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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Waving the flag - tagged yourusername and redbullracing 

yourusername so glad you're here

     lalalalisa_m <3 

user3 the picture in the middle hello??? 

   landonorris so @ yourusername lied about being sick last week?     yourusername yes and I’d do it again    landonorris the betrayal     yourusername you’ll live 

jennierubyjane good luck! 

   yourusername thanks jen <3

user2 NEED more lisa x y/n content 

    user7 on it 🫡

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

liked by redbullracing, yourusername, and 650,432 more

P3! That's my girl 🍾 - tagged yourusername

lilymhe love you both

*liked by lalalalisa_m and yourusername*

user16 lets goo p3

user7 "my girl" sorry- MY GIRL?

user4 hey siri, play we fell in love in october

user12 honorary wag

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Say Lalisa Love Me - tagged lalalalisa_m

landonorris FINALLY

yourusername love the enthusiasm landonorris we've been waiting for over a year alex_albon he's right

user5 OKAY PEOPLE IT'S HAPPENING. EVERYBODY STAY FUCKING CALM

user7 our fanfics came ture

user2 Jackson Wang's parties never disappoint.

user12 SCREAMING CRYING KICKING MY FEET

user3 "lisa I'm gay for you" same

user7 she's so real for that

user1 let's go lesbians let's go

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

(end notes: I literally skipped my eng essay just for this lmao. this is for a pretty niche audience but I hope ya'll enjoyed it <3 idk if I'ma post more fics here but I might! thanks for reading.

*NONE of the pictures are mine. All were found on Pinterest. Special shoutout to whoever had that "Lisa I'm gay for you" sign because that's so real*)

#fanfic #fanfiction #smau #crossover #crossover fanfiction #kpop smau #kpop fanfic #lisa x reader #lalisa manoban #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 smau #f1 social media au #wlw fiction #sapphic #wlw #miami gp 2024

[notashadowbutawave]

i almost posted this on the true detective subreddit episode thread but thought better of it:

I've gotta say… I feel like a lot of complaints people are having about this season of the show don't pass muster objectively when held up against Season 1. Melodrama, "unrealistic" dialogue, complaining about being shown too much about people's personal lives and not caring about the characters…

There is so much unrealistic dialogue in season 1. The way Marty and Rust during their video interviews just come in talking about some big philosophical idea or "life wisdom" nugget in the middle of the episode (nobody talks like that IRL). The scene with Marty's daughter and the princess crown, for example. Marty cheating on his wife multiple times isn't like, objectively "more interesting" than Evangeline's sister having mental health issues or Liz being sexually promiscuous and a mess.

I've seen season 1 probably 10 times and I adore it but a lot of the angry comparisons people are making to S1 kind of just come off as straight up misogyny at a certain point. Like it rubs people the wrong way because it's women. Complaining about Liz and Evangeline going to the dredge without backup but when Rust and Captain America Marty Hart do something like that it's believable?

I don't think anyone's obligated to like the season by any means but you can just say you aren't feeling it as opposed to trying to make these apples-to-apples comparisons to season 1 that really don't hold water; I think people are just a lot more willing to accept this type of storytelling when it's about men and kind of has a fetishization/shame angle with masculinity in general. Like S1 is very masculine but it's also a love story. idk. I'm gay so I should probably stick to Tumblr for talking about this show, ya'll are wild.

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idk watching people who are probably white dudes complain on Reddit that we are seeing too much "native culture" on the show strikes me as really icky.

i recognize that these are reddit comments and not like, actual media criticism but i think it says a lot about how people are conditioned to understand storytelling in general. like there's still so much fucking misogyny and white supremacy in our mainstream media and i realize a lot of people wouldn't say it out loud but i think they genuinely just find it exhausting that they're being asked to contemplate the interior lives of native alaskans and women by watching this show lmao

(that's not a value judgment about how well it is doing at depicting  Iñupiat culture because i'm not the person who gets to make that judgment but it REALLY rubs me the wrong way that people can't STAND even seeing it depicted)

(i think the fetishization of the American south also has a lot to do with it, like people are very willing to accept the aesthetic style of the American south as a vehicle for crime/mystery/possibly supernatural storytelling because it really doesn't challenge any conceptions they might have about the genre) (it helps that Woody Harrelson and Matthew McCounaughey are native southerners with great acting talent and natural screen chemistry who really took Season 1 to a higher level, in no small part thanks to their uncredited script doctoring. with lesser actors I think the story falls flat as hell because you need them to sell a rich relationship and complex inner lives with their performances because SO MUCH of their relationship is subtextual) (so when people see these great acting performances in the context of a police procedural set in Louisiana i think they're very pre-conditioned to elevate it to an almost mythical status in the genre because it doesn't present TOO many challenges to a conventional worldview about who has power and agency in stories)

like I said i've watched season 1 probably 10 times. it's very good. but it does MANY of the same things that people are complaining about regarding season 4/night country in terms of showing a lot of relationship/sexual drama for the leads and their Tragic Pasts. they just don't like it. which is fine. i just think it's a disingenuous angle to approach criticism of the show.

like if any actor other than McConaughey were doing Rust's monlogues in S1 it would not have been very good because it would have come off like self-serious edgelord shit, which is what it actually was (pizzolatto sucks) before it ended up in the hands of competent producers and performers. instead it really comes off like a man who has suffered and developed this worldview genuinely, within himself, not as a way to wield power over others but to protect himself from harm.

anyway....

for my part, i wanna know what the fuck is up with the spirals and the bad CGI polar bear visions and i'm going to be disappointed if it's not just some massive red herring designed to freak people out a little because that's what we deserve.

but in terms of like, the characters' lives, i generally find them very interesting. the opening scene of episode 3 with annie genuinely moved me to tears. annie seems like a fucking cool person and i would love another flashback about her.

i love that liz is a fucking asshole who is constantly being forced to confront her own behavior as racist, self-centered, impulsive, etc.

i love that evangeline is a very lonely person just barely keeping it together. kali reis is putting on an amazing performance. also, for the record, i'm VERY gay.

i wanna know more and there are only 2 episodes left and i hope it sticks the landing so i can write a big actual essay about what it did well from a storytelling perspective!

gosh i just love serialized fiction on the television

#true detective season 4 #true detective night country #night country #true detective spoilers

[flufallo]

Some random, out of context lines from only the best show in the world

"YOU are the brawn?"

"If she'd died last night, I'd have no problem with her being here!" "Well that got dark"

"We've met phychics before, but none as fit as you" "HAH. Did that work on girls back in the 80s?"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"And those girls are staring..." "Mabye it's your outfit" *middle finger*

"I don't care how old you are. Go to bed"

"Well, I'm very open minded and also very concerned about bursting open" "honestly I just find her so charming"

"Are you insane?"

"so I'm a... Tree?"

"Cute? Thats offensive"

"It smells like dog shit in there"

"I'll make sure to jot that down in my journal of opinions I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT"

"Luckily, love requires no logic"

"MONTY! JESUS! I'm tryna... Threaten some kids"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"Fuck off, the kid had a sardine"

"E-yup"

"she's always... Changing outfits"

"Are you being threatening or is this a sexy choking?"

"weeee!"

"In my experience, uptight boys like a bit of rough play" "... Right" (my poor innocent Edwin has no idea what that means)

"Hello, um, cute little friend with the bow tie"

"Teethface, what the fuck?"

"I'm just a really old man who lives in a fish"

"Specificity is key"

*Girls react sword death* "was that good? Were you scared?" "Pff, no. The sword would of punctured the lung, leaving her *gasping noises* unable to scream. Not to mention the sheer amount of blood filling her mouth. Very disappointing girls"

"You guys are like a dead married couple on acid"

"Is that my left or your left?" "We have the same left!"

"No, it is the blue book on the top left corner" *picks up pink book* "does that look blue to you, Charles?"(Colour blind Charles yaas)

"Well, that's harsh. But also charmingly stubborn. Capricorn?"

"Were not living anywhere, because your not living"

"This detective work is much measure than it ever looked on scooby doo"

"Two boys can like like each other, you know. I have a lot of manga about it. It's very sweet, and explicit"

"Again, a handshake would suffice"

"Yes, your highness"

"What is a hand job?"

"Well have to investigate further into this Molly character"

"At least one of you is in school, right?"

"You've been spending a lot of time with that one... Monty... You... A lot of time?" "Hmm? Merely swapping books is all"

"Oh my fucking fuck"

"I thought you were like a meat robber or a meat pervert or something"

"If you need anything, just shout. But don't actually shout. It's a library"

"Are you always a woman, is Charles ever a woman, can you change your eyes and nose like Mr potato head, do you know who mr potato head is?"

"Your such a whore"

"You don't look like a walrus"

"this looks like the places in those fish stick commercials I like"

"Charles, be less British. Edwin, be less Edwin"

"oh no, it's porn. It's all just porn"

"there are 142 cats" "142? That's way off!" (It's four off)

"and when he gets back from hell, I'll be waiting. God, I am such a romantic I hate it!"

"do you and Charles.. um... Have a special friendship?" "We are best friends, if you must know." (Keep him innocent guys)

"have you seen a Victrola anywhere?" "What?"

"oh, I think I'm gonna be sick!" "You are a ghost, Charles. You cannot get sick"

"well, maybe karma's just a bitch"

"I heard they died in some gay suicide pact"

"I have never wanted to get back inside someone more" (out of context this one just sounds so wrong lmao)

"are you saying my ghost friend isn't going to die? Super, thanks."

#i found a lot #dead boy detectives #this csn also be used as a way to pursuade people to watch dbd #seeing as its soooo convincing #dbda

[walrus150915]

The second part of this post yippee!!

There's mostly Goldenheart/family stuff askske

If some things are not clear that's okay because. Well. Only me and @yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt are aware of them

Starting with Goldenheart!! Yayy! Because I'm gay as hell and longing for a boyfriend!

Y'all do NOT need context for the third one. You don't. Nuh uh

Next up we got uh. Um. Early fatherhood drawings?.... Might sound weird but that's my therapy as a trans man who's terrified by the very thought of pregnancy lol

And ofc can't forget Ambrosius embarrassing himself on the parent-teacher conference because ooh boy does this man have social anxiety

Andddd a lil doodle of the whole fam together! Nimona looks a bit like her comic version which was done on purpose haha

Nimona's role in the fam is to be Nimona. That includes being a sibling, a fun uncle, a badass glorethparent (haha get it- godparent-) and basically the third parent atp

Thank you for taking time to look at my crazy brairot, good night🔥🔥🔥

#nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #goldenheart #nimona fanart #aquila boldheart #atticus goldenheart #yipieeee #posting these for funsies #hope you liked whatever this is #i wanted them to look more shape-y i hope it shows #nimona fankid #fankid

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! I love your blog and your recs are fantastic! I've read so many awesome stories that I might never have found without your recs.

I was hoping to get help finding a fic I loved. Sherlock had disassociative identity disorder, and John learned about this and got to meet his alters.

Sherlock kept it secret at first. But after John found out (I think during a thunder storm and whoever was fronting was scared?), John got to know everyone. One of the alters was a young girl, and I remember she snuck around at night once and looked at a sleeping John. I'm pretty sure she was grabbing a cookie from the kitchen. John played Guess Who with her at some point later on to get to know her. She really liked and wanted to play games. I think there was an alter named Sneak, but I'm not entirely sure. Im fairly certain that one of them played the guitar, and went out and got one.

The alters were able to talk to each other. I think I remember them arguing over whether or not they could trust John about them being a system near the start.

I think later in the story, there was some sort of conflict that resulted in Sherlock planning to run away from John. Maybe they killed someone? I'm not very sure about the context. The young girl alter didn't want to leave.

I mainly read on ao3, so that's probably where it is, but I can't find it in my bookmarks! So it might be on fanfiction.net. I really wanna find it again. Thank you in advance!

Hi Lovely!!

Thank you so much for your kind words! I am so happy that you enjoy your time here and make my blog a part of your day!!

OKAY so I LITERALLY just recently read a fic with a plot VERY similar to this, with all the details very similar as well, but it was JOHN who had DID and Sherlock was the one that met all the altars. It was very good, and I'm wondering if it's the same one you read, just mis-remembering who the lead character was? Here it is:

Fade To Black by twistedthicket1 (M, 93,389 w., 29 Ch. || Dissociative Identity Disorder, Action, Romance, Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Fluff and Angst, Baskerville, Human Experimentation, PTSD, Implied Self Harm, Trauma Amnesia, Past Child Sexual Abuse, Protective Sherlock, Smoking, Meddling Mycroft, Past Victor/Sherlock, Gay Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past, First Kiss/Time, Happy Ending) – John Watson believes one day he'll just fade. That he'll drown in the black spaces of his mind, and that one day he will no longer exist. It's always been like this, the dark spots marking out moments in his life he can't remember. Where for just a moment he's someone else. Having a Dissociative identity disorder, he can't even be entirely sure he's really who he says he is. Then he meets Sherlock Holmes. A brilliant detective who when he looks at you can read your entire life story. John is immediately fascinated and afraid, half-wondering if maybe Sherlock can see the other personalities in him and half terrified of the thought of him finding out. Becoming his flatmate seems at once to be a wonderful and horrible idea. Yet as John's Blackouts become more and more severe and his other personalities begin to truly awaken and show themselves with Sherlock's help, the two soon discover that sometimes even the kindest person can harbour a demon best left untouched inside of them. Because not all of John's other personalities play nicely and some may be hiding secrets best left undisturbed...

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I'm PRETTY sure this is the fic you're looking for, because all the details seem the same as the ones in the fic you're looking for!

If anyone knows if there's another, please let us know!!

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #found fics #my fic recs #medical fics #did fics

[bidisasterevankinard]

Tease tidbit Tuesday 👠

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess @panbuckley 💙💙💙💙 love you thank you

Ok so I woke up today(well officially tomorrow ) with this idea and rn my brain decided to wrote this for this idea so sorry for it being super bad(it's 4am)

Context: Buck liked to wear skirt, crop top, panties and heels in his fav gay club till Ali to feel pretty (especially Buck 1.0) but after Ali stopped because of everything around. After lightning (and maybe break up with Natalia still think about when to set it) he decided he needs it again for himself to feel better. So he's in gay club having good time and papapam Eddie is here with his bf

"Ed-Eddie? What are you doing here?" Buck feels a big urge to cover himself from the eyes of his best friend right now. And run away. Fast.

But he doesn't. Cause he doesn't do anything wrong. Just having fun.

"Hey, Buck. Doesn't expect to see you here," Eddie says it not even trying to hide how he looks at Buck's clothes, staying on the skirt too long that Buck has to cough to back his attention to his face .

"Well, it's Friday, and it's best gay club in LA so I just having fun. Not like I'm first time here. Cause if you remember I'm bi," Buck's margarita comes this moment and he takes big sip to try to calm down.

"I don't mean in club. I mean when you refuse to babysit with Chris it's always only if Maddie needs help with Jee," Eddie shrugs like it's nothing but his face shows that he judge Buck for something. Like that day in grocery store.

"Well, excuse me that I wanted to have fun and make myself feel good, because recently I felt like trash, when you were going to fuck the guy you going out with. By the way, don't you think that, how was his name," Buck take a pause to "remember the name", " oh, yes James, a little bit jealous that you speak long with pretty boy here and not with him? So go and be petty to your boyfriend, Edmundo, don't make me sad in this fantastic night. I'm sure there's a lot of people who can make it better for me," with this Buck drinks the last half of his margarita and goes to dance floor making sure his hips moves as that someone could even see the glimpse of his panties and his heels heard by close to him people even through all the music.

In the center of dance floor, Buck let's himself forget the world again and just dance feel all the attention from people around, and trying not to think how Eddie comes back to James to have a good night with him. Buck really hopes they will go away before him.

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#tease tidbit tuesday #buddie wip #buck being pretty as a treat wip #yep it's name for now

[whywhaatt]

write some angst. huge sad angst. argument? sure! fucking idk make me cry. any cc, idc, just make me sad.

we got some sad shit baby💪💪💪

"You need to leave." (big t x reader)

words: 1.368

a/n: ok so basically... i just got drunk, then when i was sober i wrote how i was thinking. sorry if its hard to read but have fun :)

warnings: alcohol mention + use, yelling, and a whole lot of cussing

-

Tanner is getting on my god damn nerves. Last night, I spent the night alone in my apartment and dressed for a date that did not happen. Every text and call I send him I get no answer. I can't tell if I'm supposed to be upset, worried, or pissed off but somehow I'm feeling all three.

For context, we've had this date planned for a couple of weeks. It's already been postponed due to my job or random things Nick asks him to do. And after 3 weeks, we finally both had a free day to have a simple and good date.

15 missed calls, 50+ texts, and 10 hours later I just parked my car in front of Tanner's house. I've gotta calm down. It could've been a mistake, a stupid mistake at that but we all mistakes. No what am I thinking, he deserves to get yelled at. So many thoughts are going through my head. At one point I'm pissed off, but on the other I don't know what happened.

I grab my shit, locking my car behind me, and walk up to the front door. Giggling at the "gay" welcome mat, I ring the door bell... no answer. Okay? I'll just ring it again... no answer again. What is going on? Nick's room is right here, at least he should be able to hear it.

I'm calling Nick.

"Hello?" He picks up the phone.

"Hey Nick, I'm outside. Can you let me in?"

"Yeah sure, one sec" He hangs up. A couple of seconds later, the door opens. A simple "thanks" comes out my mouth all muffled as I shove past Nick to walk towards Tanner's room. Isaac sitting on the couch, looks up and let's me know Tanner's still asleep. Great. Just great... I don't want to wake him up in a bad mood.

Whatever. He deserves it. I need to know what happened. I slam open his door to see him laying in bed sound asleep, with alcohol bottles covering his desk and his sweatpants on the floor next to the bed. His room's a mess, well when isn't it really? The only time its considered to be clean is when you clean it.

He must've heard the door open, cus he slowly wakes up and turns over to see me standing in his room.

"Baby, w-what are you doing here?" he asks so innocently.

"What am I doing here?? I should be asking what you're doing here?" I'm basically yelling.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?!? What do I- uh. I can't with you. We had a date planned for last night!"

"Wha- OH!! Baby, baby please come here. Please come here I'm so sorry."

'No- No absolutely not. What did you do last night? Tell me."

"I-I was drinking with Isaac and Yumi. We played that stupid truck sim game and streamed. Then I just drank and watched anime until I passed out I guess." He admits. What. The. Fuck. I must've said that out loud cus Tanner immediately started to apologize again, "I'm so sorry baby, I completely forgot. Please let me make it up to you".

"No, I'm going home. You better find a way to make this better" I say as I walk out his room and closing the door behind me. The guys must've heard it all happen, cus I could feel Isaac and Nick staring at me as I walk out the front door. I didn't say a word, I just kept my head low and kept walking towards my car. Once I got in my car I just needed to scream.

FUCK.

Okay, that's a little bit better.

-

I got home and immediately turned my phone completely off, tossing it on my night stand and not looking back. I just need to do something else, get my mind off of what just happened. I need a drink. I grab some alcohol from the mini fridge I keep next to my desk. It's a vodka kind of day.

5 shots in...

10 shots in...

20 gulps in...

fuuuck. maybe i should've stopped like 20 sips ago. were those even considered sips? they were too big to be sips. my brain is fuzzzzyyy.

i gottta admiT what i said to Tanner was fuckked up, but i don't mean any of it. I should text him. N-NO!! I'm not texting him.

But I miss him, no I dont. fuck im crying now. ok this is happeninggg. I need to lay down. go lay on the bed. okay. im on the bed now.

knock knock knock

what. what the fuck was what.

knock knock knock

there it is again. am i dying? fuck. is that god? it's getting louder

knock knock knock

oh wait. its my frontt dooor. silly me. i'll go open it. come on body get up. one steep at a time.

"Baby. You scared me." oohhhh iits tanner.

"H-H-Heeeeeeeyyyy Taaaannnerrrrr" wait no i'm mad at him. actually, i'm just falling, oh shit.

"Oh my god, let's get you in bed. Come on" heee says while catching me, he's so strongg. i can feel his muscles, oh my god.

im laying down now. in my bed, i don't remember getting here. oh yeah Tanner.

"Y-Youu, youung sir, you neeed to leave" i slur outt, hehe.

"I'm not leaving you like this"

"Buuut. I'm mad at you a-a-and so you need to leave."

"Just go to-"

-

I woke up in pajama's and a massive headache. What the-

"Are you okay?" Oh. I remember now. I shake my head yes and sit up to see Tanner sitting on the foot of my bed. God, I'm regretting a lot of shit now.

"Baby... I'm so sorry. Can we talk about this? I need to apologize a lot." He says, so quiet it's basically a whisper. He looks up at me meeting my eyes. Was he.. crying? His eyes were all puffy and his hair was all messed up.

"Look, I fucked up. I know I did. But, baby, please forgive me for it. This is the first date I've missed in the forever the fuck long we've been dating. You didn't deserve that. You don't deserve that. I tried to think of all the things I could buy you, or do for you, to make up. But truthfully, the best option was being here for you and letting you know I care.

"I know you don't want to hear this right now, but I love you. I love you so fucking much. At the end of the day, I would choose you over anybody. Please, baby, just forgive me so I can forgive myself." Tanner whispers, a few tear leaving his eyes.

"It's sad, the first thought I had is that you were cheating on me. Then I thought you died, or just decided you hated me. I spent all of last night on the couch crying in the outfit I would've worn. I'm sorry I yelled at you, I just let my emotions get the best of me. You just... You really scared me. I thought I lost you." I confess. I can't make eye contact with him. I close my eyes as streams of tears run down my face and onto the pillow I've been holding. I feel the bed shift and I think Tanner got up and walked away, but suddenly I feel a pair of arms wrap around me.

-

For the past 30 minutes Tanner and I have been doing the 3 C's: cuddling, crying, and comforting.

"Relationships are hard" I think aloud.

"Yeah but we make it work." Tanner says, kissing my neck. My head is still pounding from all the alcohol I had, I can imagine Tanner was feeling the same when I yelled at him. To whoever said relationships were supposed to be easy, fuck you. It's hard to put your total 100% trust and love into one person all the time. And on top of that, you get that back. Plus work, or school, and making sure you're still taking care of yourself.

"I'm glad I have you" I confess.

Today was a long ass day.

a/n: this one is shorter, but i honestly cried while writing it. sorry if the drunk part is too hard to read!! requests are open so do whatever you will with that information. love yall, and thank you so much for all the support

#the group chat #the group x reader #big t streaming #tanner x reader #bigt x reader #angst #alcohol #yelling #apology

[s1llydr3amscape]

I didn't quite get to finish this for vanweek during day 5 among other things so I think I might try to conquer the other days i missed soon mweheheheh

More under the cut (including more dialogue!!) :

Originally was gonna post a fanfic for day 5 aswell that was mainly featuring Vanny talking one on one with the glamrocks!!!!! Not today I'm embarrassed cuz I'm very wordy and a simple convo can be way too long. I wanted to do a one on one scene with Vanny and all the glamrocks to get their dynamic but only managed to do Roxanne. They're on the sidewalk at night near the apartment complex convenience store. Right outside on the sidewalk sitting at the curb.

Since Vanny is undead in this AU he doesn't really feel pain as much I just think characters stitching themself back up is very cool. I'm a huge fan of zombies!!! I want to draw her rotte

Also 2nd time bro's in it's underwear and I just realised god I don't know how to draw clothes 💀 (I wear cat shirts everyday do not ask me for fashion advice dawg!!!)

Snippet no context barebones. Don't let me cook :

Roxanne sighed.

"Look Vanny I know you've been busy with your work or whatever but c'mon just stop by for one race. I need my girl cheering me on if I'm gonna be taking the win."

Vanny snickered as she playfully jabbed Roxannes shoulder.

"You already have plenty of fans. I ain't gonna make a difference. Besides, unlike you, I have a real job."

Vanny took another swig of a drink as she lightly shaked its contents.

"HEY! Racing is a real job. Thank you very much."

"Not if its illegal." Deadpanned she took another swig of her drink.

"Atleast I'm good at my job unlike you!" Roxanne blurted our as she crushed the can she was holding.

Vanny shifted in her spot. Her eyes now gazing into hers. Controlling herself she looked to the curb.

"What do you even know."

(I didn't like how this scene played out because I don't know how to write characters moving and having a gay old time.) But basically Vanny was on her shift when Roxy spotted her. She managed to convince Vanny to sit and chat with her and even bought her some drinks from a vending machine nearby. Roxy was gloating about how many races she managed to win and hoped she could convince Vanny to come watch her perform again. Because she likes the attention. They have a lil back and forth before Roxy accidentally blurts out something that pisses Vanny off. Making Vanny be mad because what does she know what she's going through.

(Roxanne in this AU is technically a nepo baby but her story about replacing Glamrock Foxy is very much here in a different way. So like if Roxanne were to ever quit her races she could technically go back home and live comfortably in Vanny’s eyes)

Vanny thinks Roxanne already has it easy and gets a bit pissed and abruptly ends it there. Roxy realises and tries to backpedal what she meant but Vannys already gone. Sighing Roxy throws her empty can into the curb and grabs onto her face trying to calm down.

And that's about it. I like relationships whether platonic or romantic to have their ups and downs because it makes it feel relatable to me. Like a lot of my heart poured into this AU and what the characters go through I've sorta went through in a weird way.

(Ft orange cats I saw around love them <3333)

I have not draw gore in so long (full of whimsy and joy) so it looks wonky but I'm trying to get out of my comfort zone but drawing my blorbo standing in an empty background smiling tho...

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #vanny #fnaf vanny #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf fanart #fnaf au #vanny the bunny #vanny security breach #vanny sb #my art #rabbit city au #tw eyestrain #tw gore #tw stitches #ask to tag #I love lop ear rabbits so much guys theyre cute

[pb-dot]

Yuletide Ramblings

While I'm not religious by any measure, Christmas in Norway is honestly a decently secular experience once you tune out all the songs about Jesus and roses springing from barren fields and whatnot. This is to say that the holidays have always been about family and the people close to me. I may be overstepping my bounds a bit, but let's include my dear tumblr moots and general tumbl-o-sphere in the proceedings and talk a little bit about my 2023 on Tumblr.

If I'm going to be frank, and I want to unless the opportunity to be earnest should present itself, 2023 was a tough year for me. My ongoing journey to finding treatment for my depression stalled out, and my job search has similarly been quietly moved from the "top priority" box to the "it'll happen when it happens"-pile. I've been able to do this much thanks to the welfare systems in my neck of the woods, and although the process has kind of sucked along a number of axises, I do acknowledge it has helped me.

What has also helped me, though, is you guys. After starting using the platform in June of this year, I have found replete friendship and support, an almost overwhelming torrent of commisseration, enthusiasm and the particular brand of weird that seems to be the first language around here. Y'all have helped me get writing and stay writing, and really have honed my "take it easy, but take it" approach to a razor's edge.

While many parts of the internet are slowly but surely content-ifying themselves into a desolate wasteland of human connection, Tumblr keeps going with actually trying out the "social" part of this whole social media thing. Granted, that may be because of incompetence in trying to follow the trends on Tumblr's end. Still, I want to thank all y'all for keeping it personal, for keeping it weird, and keeping it as free of the scourge of "personal branding" as one could conceivably make a site full of artists and freelancers.

Cheerleading social media sites isn't really my bag, but I will concede that I've grown quite attached to the way Tumblr does things, and the weird arbitrary ways it prods us into acting. It's all down to the people, of course, and I've found quite a batch of good eggs on this here site. I almost don't want to shoutout specific users because I'm afraid I'm going to forget someone truly marvelous and even though there's every chance they'll never notice, I will know and the snub will eat at me.

That said, I do want to shout out a couple of people who've made my first half a year of tumblr great. @toribookworm22's timely asks have certainly helped me keep track of the weekdays, as well as helped me with a bunch of worldbuilding and minutiae. @dyrewrites and @teacupsandstarlight have both been great to talk to, and I would be in dereliction of my duties if I didn't at least mention the illustrious @scifimagpie in this context as well. @jeahreading and I seem to mostly pass as ships in the night, but sometimes the distant sound of a foghorn can be just the thing, to torture the metaphor a little. @that-weird-kid-from-your-school is also a joy to talk to, and her palpable enthusiasm is great.

Now for some people whose work I follow who I don't speak to much because I am intimidated by their skills. @canisalbus and their adorable gay dog-men never cease to fill my heart with love. @secondlina and their crows similarly also make me smile. @mlm-blues and @were--ralph have both done wonders for my self-esteem, and it is nice to see and share the enthusiasm for lads on occasion. @shyroism is mostly off-site what with the streaming, but they're definitely an underrated streamer who could do with some more eyeballs on their work. @fidgetspringer is an awesome punk, an awesome artist (shoutout @fidgetspringer-art,) and has a truly magnificent beast of a bird hound. @everythingfox is an endless source of cute animals which is an obvious lifesaver, @bearotonin-international is Important, @raccoon-central similarly does some heavy lifting for my mental health with their lil' grabby hands. @bodhrancomedy is a good lad who does good videos and do the acting real good. @sootchild has good art and I like it.

I'm running out of steam, which is a shame because there are a lot of people who deserve just heaps of praise heaped upon them on here. Hell, if you're still reading at this point, rest assured I think you're at the very least awesome and deserve good things happening to you.

In closing, I would like to once again express my delight and joy for how Tumblr has been in my first half year, and I hope the however long until I get maudling again is just as good if not even better!

#peebs thinks #year-end retrospective

[im-not-a-l0ser]

The Michie Playlist

Happy Valenties Yall. You may have seen my post about making a Michie Playlist. This is my review of songs already on it, originating from @wildrottingworms michie playlist. Barring Granger Danger (because they told me to) and adding another song, because it fits with another.

Here's the playlist on youtube if you want to follow along, and here it is on Spotify.

Nerdy Prudes Must Die: This is, for me, just on there for the sake that it is literally the song they share. That is the only reason it's on here. Also why it's the first song on here.

Take Me Back: This, however, I have no idea why it's on here! Nevermind, secret relationship michie; I'm an idiot. Okay, yeah, I think I can see it. Especially with them having regrets about keeping it a secret. Like, I'm listening to Tom's verse right now and it's like "oh, Max,, maybe you should've just openly loved Richie back thennn." Becky's verse now, okay. I see it a little less. I like the idea of 'i remember something someone asked me back in school,' being Max saying something like "if we could, would you go to prom with me," because of the following line; I think that's cute. Weirdly enough, I think this'll stay.

First Date/Last Night: Yes, I love this for them. Very cute, very nice. Derek Klena's character for max; perfect.

Blast From the Past: So, uh. I skipped this at first. Because I did not like it. This is the last song of these I've listened to because I am/was putting it off. But here we go i guess. Okay, it's not that bad. It kind of reminds me of Will Wood. But it also makes me realise that the musical Zombie Prom isn't the same as the Wizards of Waverly Place Episode, it seems to be about a single zombie who goes to prom. Which I guess makes sense. I'm keeping it, but it's like. That's all I got from it mostly.

Stupid With Love: So I technically added it, because the reprise was on it, I think it's a little silly to have on here, because I don't think Cady is much like Richie, but I think I'm keeping it for purely after (s)he meets Aron. Like, I've literally put that quote where Cady is essentially fantasising about him in tags about Richie and Max; feels wrong to not include it.

Stupid With Love Reprise: So, listening to it makes me nervous because I haven't actually watched all o Mean Girls the Musical, but it's fine. We're gonna do it anyway. Oh, wait, there's a BMC animatic of this, I've seen this, I'm stupid. Okay. I see why the og put it on here. It is very cute, I love it. I don't know enough about factorials to know if that's actually what you're supposed to do with them, and if it's not then it's hilarious. If it is, then it's like... well, I guess PJ did a good job tutoring Max.

Be Nice To Me: I like this song generally speaking, I never thought of it for Max and Richie, but I'm kind of into it. Like, I might do song fics with some of the songs from this playlist, and this is definitely a high high contender.

Two Birds: Thanks og, you mother fucker. I'm sad now. Luckily, I've already thought of them during this song so I can just skip it.... unluckily, it's already started playing and I can't turn it off now. Thems the rules.

Sex with a Ghost: I don't know why this is on there. It's obviously more of a Jagertity song, but I'm still going to listen to it with their context to see if I can figure it out. Okay, listening. I don't get it. I'll probably keep it because it fucking slaps, but i do not understand why it's on a michie playlist. The only thing I could see is like. 'The only time I ever see her is when she's behind me in the mirror," Because Richie dies in the locker room. But I dunno.

Daft Pretty Boys: I've never heard this song before, so. Right off the bat though, I'm dissapointed that it's not gay. The title makes it sound so gay, but immediately with the she/her pronouns. Maybe I should pull up the Genius Analysis so I can understand better, because I'm just confused. Okay, after checking Genius, I think I understand. I will be keeping it.

Beachboy: Another song I've listened to before, I'm excited to listen to it under Michie context. Like, I could type the lyrics along if I wanted to, I love this song. Yes, this is amazing. Aside from the fact that it's, again, straight, it's absolutely great.

Bloom: We begin the ones where I'm going to have to look up the english translations to these songs. Which I'm fine with, I've listened to all the BSD character songs. It's actually pretty fun to follow along, which is why I'm linking english translations through te name titles, which is why some of the have underlines and others don't. Anyway. HEY SORRY TO BUT IN! APPARENTLY THIS WAS IN SCOTT PILGRIM TAKES OFF! I LOVE SCOTT PILGRIM! ANYWAY BACK TO IT! Okay, upon reading the lyrics, I will say, it makes perfect sense that it was written for Scott Pilgrim, also that I rememer hearing it and taking note of what it was called because I liked it. Basically, on a surface level, it's like 'id like you no matter how many times you change your hair' but I think beneath that, as an overthinker, it's about loving someone even as they're going through changes in their life.

Necromantic: As much as it hurts to face the reality, I am glad that there are some songs on here that represent a realistic relationship for them, and this is definitely one of them. I think I would do a poor job on describing it, just look up the lyrics, you'll see.

Sihouette: Okay, reading the lyrics was a little harder bc I'm listening at home, and my family just got back home from Astronomy Club, so just bare with me. I think it's good, I think we'll be keeping it; I like it I think.

Kuchizuke Diamond: Oh I immediately love the vibes of this. I like this song so much for them that I didn't follow along with the lyrics, I read ahead; I love this. It's so cute for them.

Kawaikute gomen: I'm back and forth whether this applies to them, but it's funny enough that I don't even care. Like Stupid With Love and such. I definitely feel it for them, I just can't explain why.

Zenzenzense: This reminds me of Sonic. Not a bad thing, just a thing. I definitely love this song. It's "Now that we've finally met at galaxies' end, i don't know how to hold your hand so that I don't break it" that got me.

Nandemonaiya: Okay yeah. This got me at Verse 1

Kick Back: Oh my, I'm like flustered reading this. Definitely keeping it for them. Works for whichever pov imo.

Death By Glamour: I do not know why this is here, but as an undertale fan, I'm lowkey here for tho.

Uwa!! So Temperate: Again, I don't know why this is here. But it's like 45 seconds, it's whatever.

Murder On The Dancefloor

You & I: Any song from Bare is gonna make me sad, so I might take them off purely for that reason. But I need someone to cosplay Max with me so we can do a long form tiktok to this song. I'm willing to be Max, actually, yeah.

Best Kept Secret: Any song from Bare is gonna make me sad, so I might take them off purely for that reason. But I need someone to cosplay Max with me so we can do a long form tiktok to this song. I'm willing to be Max, actually, yeah.

This is where the song diverges into songs I've added! To continue, go to the post explaining why I've added those songs! To skip those songs, go to the post about songs that were suggested!

#starkid #nerdy prudes must die #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #michie #hatchetfield #the michie playlist #the playlist series

[symphonic-scream]

Okay wholesome post time

So. This all started with like a little joking idea

"haha since Makoto is the group mom of the Phantom Thieves the others would joke about her kid being their sibling"

And we all know I'm Weak and Gay.

Oh hell yes I wasn't sure that was gonna work I've never done that before fuck yeah

Ahem. Anyways-

That got me thinking. Hey. That's funny. Hehe. And then I thought some more. Gay thoughts. Wholesome, gay thoughts.

And yeah. I think Makoto and Haru would be the most caring, loving parents ever. This is after days of spamming my dear friend with messages about how Haru would totally use the most sugary sweet pet names to fluster poor Makoto, who would totally read books over Haru's shoulder as they cuddled

(this of course all steming from a small idea of "hey what if Haru moved in with Makoto and Sae after losing her dad")

Anyways. I made them mom's.

At first it was this general "ah yes their kid" and then my good friend (@justanotherpersonsuniverse ) was like "if they have a daughter they'd call her their princess cause Queen" and I joked back "haha a son would be a little prince"

And then.

"...okay but what about both-"

And now I'm digging through hours of the fuckin sweetest hcs I've ever come up with trying to put together a post that makes any sense

Okay I forgot a piece of context Sae is boning down with Takemi. Maybe they're dating. Who knows. Not me that's for sure

Fuck uh lemme try to actually make this post ugh

So. I hate the idea of Cop Makoto bleh. So she's a defense lawyer of some kind. Known for taking underdog cases and such or whatever. Haru totally opens up her cafe though, and they live above it in a home that's theirs and warm and GAY ITS SO GAY and when they move in they set up their room, a guest room, and there's a spare room even after Makoto's little study-

And when asked about it, Haru just

"well, we should leave it for now. In case we want to have a little family of our own!"

And boy do they

(they get married first. Haru totally proposes and it spurs Makoto to immediately enter this frenzy that doesn't end until she's used every connection she has to get them legally married)

And later, when everything's settled down, they talk. About their families, parents, fears, hopes- and it all comes to a boil. They believe they can do it together. Be better. Break the cycle. Give their kid a good life.

Eventually, when Haru finds out she's carrying, she tells her big dumbass wife in the softest way possible

("Haru, Dearest, dinner's ready!"

"oh, Love, thank you so much!! Ah, do you mind serving me a little extra?"

"feeling hungry today?"

"hm, not really, but I have to eat for two now, silly"

"haha yeah-"

"..."

"what")

They launch into a frenzy. Haru starts up plans for a nursery in their spare room, and Makoto takes time to have a little chat with their kid each night, incorporating vitamins into her wife's meals, getting special lotions and creams

It's at one of their appointments with Takemi that the other shoe drops

"oh hey, congrats you two. Check it out, second heartbeat."

"t-two?"

That's right fuckers I gave them fucking TWINS

One little prince, one little princess

Yusuke is asked to come paint a mural in the nursery, and the other thieves get so excited for "their new siblings"

And, because I couldn't resist,

They go to have a little chat with an old friend.

("hey Boss. So, neither of us have any parents left, so our kids- they don't have grandparents. And, well, we thought we'd offer the position to you."

*gross Sojiro crying noises*)

Makoto starts doing bottle warming and diaper changing drills. She challenges the other thieves to races. She must be the best mother. Haru thinks it's cute, but draws the line when she notices her wife working herself to the bone. For fucks sake their babies aren't even born yet and Makoto's pushing her limits,

Ah, that's her dumbass though

The day comes eventually. It's a long labour, but eventually a nurse is holding out their first born to a jittery Makoto; "would you like to hold your son?"

So she softly takes the little bundle, stares down at her son- HER SON -with wide, awed eyes, and gently sits at an exhausted Haru's side to show her his little face

"Baby,, look- it's him,,, our son,"

"he's perfect, Mako-chan,,,"

And they're so caught up in their son, that they're jolted when another nurse glides over with another bundle; "are you ready to meet your daughter?"

And man if Makoto wasn't crying before, she sure is now. Everything feels so perfect, she's there with her wife, their son, their daughter; their own little family,,,, but something's missing, still...

Once she's made sure both twins are secure with their Mama, Makoto goes out to greet the crowd waiting in the waiting room

(Makoto: okay ground rules before you guys get to see Haru and the new babies. One, Morgana is not allowed to touch the babies

Morgana: WHAT

Makoto: you're a cat. Germs. Second, hand sanitizer. Everytime you go to touch any of them, apply three squirts. Soak your hands.

Futaba: yes mom

Makoto: 3. No flash photography. You can take three photos each, but no flash. Keep cameras and phones at least four feet from the babies

Ann: you gotcha momkoto!

Makoto: now, ready to meet them?)

It's very soft in that hospital room. The twins are gently passed around, meeting each "sibling". Ryuji breaks into silent tears, holding them like he's never held something more precious. Yusuke just has a look of awe, and mutters about understanding how his mother found such inspiration from him. Joker jokingly calls them the "littlest thieves of hearts" for already stealing all of theirs

Ann can't stop going on about how precious they are and how she's gonna spoil them absolutely rotten and "I need a photo for Shiho SOMEONE GET A PHOTO OF ME WITH THIS BABY MY WIFE NEEDS TO SEE THIS". Futaba, with Morgana on her shoulder, is hesitant to even hold them, instead hovering her fingers over them while Joker holds them. Sumire has this look of complete wonder on her face, even if at times her smile is a little bittersweet. She makes sure to tell both parents how special a pair of twins are

All the thieves agree to help out the new mother's as they adjust to parenthood, especially with twins right off the bat. A rotation comes through every few nights to give them (ahem. Makoto.) A chance to rest. Momkoto herself has three months away from her law office, spending time with her family and running Haru's cafe while she recovers from birth

Their little princess looks almost exactly like Haru, all curly hair and soft eyes. Their prince looks much the same, though his eyes end up a very clear red. Haru was so delighted when she saw them. "MAKO-CHAN HE HAS YOUR EYES"

Futaba buys them little gamer onesies while Sumire brings the twins little toys from the places she travels to for gymnastics

(origin of this screenshot)

Ann swoops in with Shiho to spoil her siblings rotten, with plenty of stylish clothes and fancy European treats. Even once she's got a kid of her own she still spoils the twins. "Uh, duh, I do it because im a great big sister!"

I have so many more thoughts but I'm gonna cut myself off here this is too long already jeez

Anyways. I can't stop talking about this. Talk to me about this.

#persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #p5 royal #p5 joker #makoto niijima #haru okumura #okujima #makoharu #ryuji sakamoto #yusuke kitagawa #ann takamaki #shihoann #shiho suzui #futaba sakura #morgana #sumire yoshizawa #im so gay and soft

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Assassination?

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The plan to assassinate the prince was simple, get in, stab him int he back, get out again. Easy, simple, very little room for error.

So how the hell does that end up with the prince not only still alive, but now accompanying Janus and his friends who all plotted and actively attempted to murder him? I hear you ask.

Well the answer is actually quite simple, both Janus and the prince are very, very gay.

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Warnings: Assassination, talk of murder, faked character death, weapons, poison, talk about fighting, brief mention of suicide in context of Romeo and Juliet, a very brief bit of species racism.

Pairings: Roceit

Word Count: 2881

Notes:

not me, pumping out almost 3k words in about an hour after barely writing anything for ages.

I'm really spoiling y'all this week, there's another fic coming up on Sunday!

This is for the second day or Roceit Week! I hope you enjoy!

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It was supposed to be simple.

Get in, kill the prince, get back out. All under cover of darkness during the biggest celebration of the winter. He was supposed to sneak into the castle, disguise himself as a servant during the preparations for the gala, find the prince’s room, tell the prince he was there to do some job or whatever that would get him vulnerable and then stab him through the back.

And after that he was supposed to redisguise himself as a soldier, leave the prince’s room and get out of the castle, stopping by the furnace room on the way to dispose of the evidence. Leave the castle, meet up with Virgil and Logan and get the fuck out of the kingdom.

Simple, less than ten super simple steps, the main part of which involved disguise, which was Janus’ speciality.

Very little could go wrong, his companions had made absolute sure of it.

So of course, the moment they attempted to carry out the plan everything went to shit.

The first thing he realised was that he was supposed to know every other servant by name. Obviously a system set up to stop this exact kind of plan. Janus, of course, had a list of every servant’s name that Logan had acquired, but that didn’t exactly help him match name to face, he simply had to guess and hope that the name he said when describing who he was running off to help wasn’t the name of the servant standing in front of him.

Luckily, he had mentioned he was going to help Cicely, and the girl who had asked him was called Janet. Thank goodness.

And then he had gotten lost, because apparently the map that they had acquired wasn’t up to date on the castle’s layout. Janus had gone in circles for almost twenty minutes looking for the Prince’s chambers and when he’d arrived, another servant seemed about to go in, so he stopped her.

“Excuse me,” Janus said in the politest voice he could muster, “What are you doing going into the prince’s chambers?”

“Um,” She said, staring at him confused, “I’m his handmaid… I’m supposed to get him prepared for the celebrations? What are you doing here, and why didn’t you know that? And why don’t I recognise you?”

“Apologies, I’m new, but didn’t Janet tell you?” Janus lied, using the only name of a higher up servant he knew to not belong to this girl, “You’ve been given the day off today, I’m taking over your duties for this evening so you’re free to enjoy the celebrations, as a reward for all your hard work…”

“Oh really?” She asked, gasping, Janus was internally relieved that she seemed to be delighted by the fact rather than suspicious, “I shall have to tell her thank you after the celebrations, oh I’ve always wanted the night off to go! Oh- what’s your name, I’ll tell her to give you something as a thank you for letting me know!”

“I’m- er- Jay?” Janus said, trying for smooth, he couldn’t very well tell her his real name, nor his usual cover name for talking to clients, ‘Deceit’ certainly wouldn’t fly in this context.

“Alright Jay! Good luck with the prince, he can be a handful, thank you so much again!”

And off she went sprinting down the hall. Janus knew he was on an even tighter time limit now, because she would certainly tell someone and immediately find out about the lie. He just had to hope she would take a while.

But hey, if the prince’s handmaid was that easy to deceive, the prince himself should be a piece of cake, right? Wrong.

Because apparently the prince was as observant as he was rumoured to be an idiot (which was very, but Janus would very soon find out that the rumours were untrue). Prince Roman seemed to know something was wrong the moment Janus opened the door.

“You aren’t Lucinda.” He said, narrowing his incredibly pretty amber eyes at Janus from where he sat on the window seat. Janus dropped into a bow just as they had practiiced.

“No, your highness,” Janus said, trying to keep his tone even, “Lucinda was relieved for the evening so that she could attend the festival, I am her replacement for the night.

Roman hummed, closing the book he had been reading and standing up, walking over to Janus with long strides and wow this guy was tall. Janus had to keep from instinctively reaching for the knife he had hidden on his person. He couldn’t give himself away yet. Roman circled around him once, before stopping in front of him and making such intense eye contact that Janus was struggling not to melt. His eyes were in fact incredibly beautiful, amber like the gem and lit with fire, flecks of gold and orange and red and brown and why exactly was Janus focusing so much on this guy’s eyes?

“I’ve never seen you before,” Roman said bluntly, “I would remember a face like yours, very pretty.”

Janus did not squeak when the prince he was here to murder in cold blood for a grudge that was not even his own said that he was pretty and anyone who said otherwise was a dirty liar.

“Um, thank you, your highness? I’m- new to the staff.” Janus explained, fighting every instinct in his poor body that was telling him to look away.

“Ah, they’re always hiring newbies these days, what’s your name?”

“Jay, sire,” Janus said, before doing something he would definitely regret later, but it wouldn’t matter, because he was here to murder the prince, right, “Short for, uh Janus.”

“Janus, huh?” Roman said with a smile, and yeah, that was the reason, because the prince had such a wonderful voice, the way it sounded to hear his name - his real name that no-one but he, and now the prince, knew - said aloud in such a wondrous voice and oh god how the hell was Janus supposed to murder this guy.

“Yes, sire,” Janus said, finally averting his eyes.

“Oh do drop the ‘sire’s and ‘your highness’s” Roman said, walking away and waving a hand as though he was wafting away a fly, “They’re so stuffy and formal, call me Roman, please, all the staff do.”

Janus was fairly certain he was very rapidly descending into a full fledged crisis right now and he wasn’t exactly sure what to do about it. His species wasn’t one of the few that took names, but somehow being given permission - even though he wasn’t really a servant - to use the Prince’s name felt like a little too much. Especially when he was very quickly starting to feel worse and worse about the idea of murdering him.

“Are you alright, Jay?” Roman said from halfway across the room, when did he get there? Did Janus really just space out ? Virgil would kill him for letting his guard down so much, “You haven’t moved since you first came in…”

“I’m- I’m fine, apologies, um, Roman.” Janus said, coughing as he tried to get rid of the blush on the more human side of his face - luckily he was a snake, not a chameleon, he’d seen the colours they go when embarrassed.

“No need, I know I can be ‘full on’ sometimes,” Roman waved a hand, once again dismissing his statement, “Now, are you going to attempt to assassinate me now, or later?”

“What.” Janus said, eyes going wide, how the hell had Roman known? Roman turned and smirked back at him.

“You’re in the old servants uniform, I’m surprised no-one picked up on it.” Roman pointed out, “The name of my handmaid is Beatrice, not Lucinda. My parents are also incredibly specist and thus all of our staff are either human or human passing, which you, good sir, are not - an oversight on your part I’m sure - and besides, I meet all new servants, we haven’t had someone new in weeks and even besides all of that they wouldn’t have assigned such a new staff member to cover for my handmaiden should it be necessary, which it is not considering Beatrice did not really have a night off tonight, or I would have been informed much earlier.”

Janus could only stare, jaw ajar, at the prince, wondering how on earth they had thought this plan out so badly despite the hours of thinking they had put into this.

“You have a knife in your sleeve, one concealed in your belt and another tucked in your shoe, surely poison would’ve been better? You could have brought me a drink and slipped it in and I would have been none the wiser,” Roman said, sitting down on a stool and looking at him expectantly. Janus knew he was supposed to say something now, but he wasn’t sure quite what.

“I- well- I suppose that might have worked?” Janus tried, what the hell was happening, “You’re not- your not going to call the guards?”

“No,” Roman said, “This is the most interesting thing that’s happened to me all year and besides, now that I’ve found you out I doubt you’re going to fight me head on, you’re much more built for stealth than battle and I’d also assume that I have more training in that regard than you do, based on your current stance, so I’d likely win that fight anyway.”

“Right,” Janus said, rolling his eyes, “No, I’m not going to fight you head on, but- what- you’d rather remain in a room with an assassin than go enjoy the gala?”

“Of course,” Roman said as though it were obvious, “I’d much rather stay in here with a pretty criminal than go out there to have girls gawk at me and my parents breathing down my neck.”

“And your brother?”

“I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he got himself a fake identity and hired you to murder me as a practical joke.” Roman said bitterly, Janus winced, the prince really didn’t seem at all happy to be here.

“I see- wait, did you call me pretty? Again?” Janus asked, once again a little flabbergasted.

“Of course,” Roman rolled his eyes, “You are incredibly beautiful, little naga, I don’t flirt with all my staff, fake or not, you know.”

Janus hid the human side of his face with a hand, knowing for sure that he was bright red, he didn’t get compliments often, sue him, “How the hell am I supposed to murder you when you’re complimenting me like that?”

Roman flashed him a smile, “That’s the idea, sweetheart.”

Again, Janus didn’t squeak. He was far too dignified for such a thing.

“Anyway, I have an idea as to how I can get what I want and you can also get what you want, if you’re willing to hear me out?” Roman suggested, resting an elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand, still looking over at Janus with those gosh darn eyes.

Well… Janus didn’t really have any better options, so he nodded and Roman gestured him to a seat opposite his own stool. Janus sat down hesitantly.

“With speed, though, I’m not sure how long it’ll be until someone finds out your handmaiden isn’t doing her job.”

Roman nodded, before pulling a small vial out of his pocket and turning to him with a cunning grin.

“I propose that we fake my death.” Roman said simply, Janus looked from the vial back to Roman in surprise, “This- when I drink it - will simulate the effects of death, so I’ll drink this, you will hide, it’’ll kick in, I’ll ‘die’."

“And then?” Janus asked, raising an eyebrow, “Won’t they take away your body?”

“No, they’ll leave me here, under normal circumstances dress me up a little and put me on display for people to pay respects before cremating my body,” Roman said, crossing his legs, “In our case, you’ll let them find me and sound the alarm that I’m dead, and then you’ll steal my ‘dead’ body and sneak out of the castle, I read about a plan like this in a story, once.”

“And did it work, in this story?” Janus asked, seeming more doubtful by the second.

“It did not, the lovers had no communication, so when one drank the poison to get out of an arranged marrage the other found her ‘dead’ and stabbed himself, she woke up to find her dead partner next to her and killed herself too, it was quite upsetting,” Roman explained, Janus just huffed, “But! That won’t happen to us, because you know that I’m not really dead, therefore this plan should go flawlessly.”

“Right,” Janus huffed, “Ok, sure, we can try this batshit plan of yours, Prince, it’s not like my first plan went as it should have.”

“Wonderful!” Roman grinned, “Now listen, a guard should arrive in roughly ten minutes to escort me to the gala, I’ll take the poison now and lay down, it’ll look like I died in my sleep, you go out of the window onto the ledge and hide out of sight-”

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Almost an hour later the news of the Prince’s death had already travelled throughout the castle and likely beyond. Janus had been waiting on the window ledge for what felt like forever as people bustled in and out of the prince’s room. He wasn’t sure why he waited, really. He could easily escape now and let the palace staff cremate the still living Prince. He’d be free, because he hadn’t actually done anything at all, but…

Roman had been so trusting, he had put so much faith in him to carry out his plan. The way Roman’s eyes sparkled at the idea of being free… his eyes...

Janus found he couldn’t stand the idea of never seeing those eyes again. He’d only known the prince for an hour now, wasn’t that just pathetic?

But no matter how pathetic, Janus still waiting until the flow of people seemed to have ceased for now. He wrapped up what looked like the lifeless corpse of Prince Roman (And even though he knew the prince would wake up again, the sight still made his chest hurt a little) and lifted him over his shoulders.

Roman was taller than Janus, by half a foot at least, and heavier too. His broader frame with far more muscle mass was huge compared to Janus’ small, thin frame which some may even describe as sickly or frail. It made it difficult to carry the prince, but in the end Janus managed to find a position that worked and left the room.

Somehow - because luck seemed to have turned by that point - Janus managed to escape the castle un-noticed. Somehow a tiny naga running through the streets carrying what looked like a corpse wrapped in very obviously expensive blankets went un-noticed and Janus got safely back to the rendezvous point where Logan and Virgil waited with a cart without confrontation, though he was exhausted and out of breath from carrying the prince, to the point where he practically buckled the moment he entered the small private space.

“Jay!” Virgil cried from the cart, jumping down and running over, “What the hell? You were- you were supposed to- what the fuck dude?”

“I- I kidnapped the prince,” Janus said after taking a deep breath.

“We can see that,” Logan said, appearing behind Virgil, “Though he looks dead.”

“Some poison that apparently makes him look dead for a while,” Janus said, making sure Roman hadn’t gotten hurt when he fell, "I'm not sure how long it'll last."

“Everyone’s saying he’s dead,” Logan said, “The rumours are already spreading, we need to leave, do we leave him here?”

“Of course not!” Virgil cried, “Jay has already fucked us over by bringing the prince here! We can’t just- leave the guy for someone to find!”

“As much as I don’t agree with the part about me fucking us over,” Janus said, dusting himself off, “I do agree with the rest of that statement, we need to bring him.”

“Wonderful,” Logan said, sarcastically, “Why didn’t you just stick with the plan we came up with?”

“He found me out,” Janus explained, standing up and lifting the prince once again, this time carefully placing him in the back of the cart and climbing up after him, Virgil followed, shooting a withering glare at the prince before looking back at Janus.

“How? Our plan was foolproof-”

“It was actually pretty terrible,” Janus interrupted, “for a multitude of raasons, which is why we need inside help for this kind of job.”

“We will aspire to get inside help for jobs in the future,” Logan sighed, hopping up into the drivers seat of the cart and starting them moving, “We’ll discuss this more later, for now, we must get out of the city.”

Janus hummed an agreement and allowed himself to flop onto his back next to the unconscious prince. Virgil stared at him with a look on his face that showed how completely he was done with him already, Janus simply ignored him, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.

Today had been something, tomorrow will probably come with even more exhausting hassle when the prince woke up, but for now Janus wasn’t going to think about that. For now, all Janus had to do was fall asleep.

That night he dreamt of amber eyes, full of fire and gold.

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1. Three ships: Rylan my beloved they do no wrong. theyre the epitome of awkward bashful and honest gay summer teen romance with the perfect contrasting note of horrific life threatening monsters which is unsurpassable genre peak. and yeah ngl its pretty rare that i get behind a ship but two others i can think of are amity/luz from the owl house (but mostly in season 1 because they do cute anxious crushing stuff and after that they just kind of turn into supportive gf A and supportive gf B), and legosi/louis from beastars because how do you just gloss over neurotic homophobe slut ptsd theatre twink x weird brooding puritan loser freudian pervert and the fact that it does WORK too like hello

2. First ever ship: i wanna say gregg and angus from night in the woods?? i remember i was in that weird sexual orientation puberty where you literally know you're gay but it's not like a consciously meaningful part of your identity so i remember seeing them and thinking wow that's cool that they're boyfriends i guess idk. also i'm inexorably drawn to their existence for some reason and my lockscreen is them cuddling with the lazy morning light peeking through the curtains

3. Last song: My Kink is Karma - Chappell Roan, im a sucker for moody electronic pop and that album DELIVERS

4. Last film: i watched the first three movies in a pirates of the caribbean marathon with some friends which ngl after the first one feels like trying to suck sugar water out of a sock 😶 the last film i personally chose to watch was the 1976 Carrie! it was nice being able to watch it and appreciate it as an adult with an education and not a teen recluse going "yeah carrie you show those villain highschoolers what's what"

5. Currently (re)reading: Shakespeare's Twelfth Night! i have my old copy from highschool open next to me and the 2012 shakespeare's globe production up and i just sit and sift between watching and reading and analysing it, just like when i first learned it in class. i'm not really sure why i wanted to reread it again in the first place, but i find it kind of soothing to read older texts where the language and culture's a little ways off from its modern successors. i find it calming to kind of pull those stories back in a way we can understand with its old contexts and writing, and see more and more of that timeless human experience shine through. sudoku for english nerds i guess LOL

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7. Currently consuming: this horrible like nutraloaf nightmare bowl i made because my appetite was really poor today and at 5 pm or so i was like ugh well id better eat something quick and dense if im not gonna have a proper meal so i insulted God and put together reheated smashed potato (in the microwave so they lost all their crunch and flavour) + dried roasted edamame beans + peanut butter + regular butter + cheddar + yoghurt + whole salted almonds in a bowl and had a slice of walnut fig cake as a side. that thing needed a censor bar like i was in the trenches trying to get that down im ngl. eating that meal took more energy out of me than what it gave back like i knew i made something unholy and then immediately paid for it like it was so frankenstein and his monster right there on that kitchen counter

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what is the gayest piece of official asterix media😨

Oh my god I accidentally just posted it without even seeing it. But I feel like rambling about them today, so I'm going to make a little compilation!

First of all, this official promotion art by Uderzo! If my memory serves, this was made for Christmas time and some versions have mistletoe above it.

And he kissed Astérix for real in Le Papyrus de César! (Ignore that the quality is ass).

"Astérix, you're the smartest and most cunning person [in the world]! Thank you for your good advice!" "No worries!"

They do kiss again in La Rentrée Gauloise, but the entire joke is that Obélix kisses Astérix because he's annoyed he didn't get to kiss Falbala, so in context it isn't as gay as you probably want.

I also love this little bit from Le Bouclier Arverne ! They have an argument because Astérix fucked up majorly in a way I can't be bothered explaining, and they refuse to speak to each other for a whopping two frames! Before Astérix looks at him knowingly and Obélix blushes. Feat. Idéfix who Knows what they are.jpg

Let's also not forget the straight up drunken "I love you" LOL.

"Obélix! Shut up! You're going to get us seen!" "BOOHOOOHOO! You don't love me, Astérix! BOOHOOHOO!" "No, I do love you, Ob'élix... but you're going to attract the attention of the Roman patrols..." "Well, Astérix, I love you, and if a... *hic!* patrol tries to hurt you... *hic!* you'll see!"

And "bonne nuit beau gosse", which means "good night, hot stuff".

If you want a whole book that's effectively confirming their marriage, Le Fils d'Astérix (Asterix's Son) is probably best, even if it almost breaks their marriage, ha.

Panoramix: He has, with no room for doubt, chosen you two as his adoptive fathers! Astérix, Obélix, you now carry the weighty responsibilities of parenthood for this child. Watch over him well!

Assurancetourix: I shall now compose an ode to the joy of fatherhood!

And now, my absolute favourite. Astérix et le Chaudron. Astérix is exiled from the village for ruining their honour (long story). Obélix immediately exiles himself as well, which results in Astérix crying, "my Obélix!"

Obélix: Yoohoo, Astérix! Yoohooooo! Wait for me!

Astérix: Go back to the village, Obélix. You don't have to follow me. I'm banished.

Obélix: You're banished? Huh! Then we'll banish together!

Astérix: My Obélix!!

Obélix: Did you really believe I'd have let you banish all by yourself? Without me and Idéfix, you wouldn't banish far!

[crying etc]

Astérix: Now that we're together, I'm certain we're going to be able to refill this cauldron!

Moreover, when Astérix resigns himself to the fact that he'll never be able to un-banish himself (i.e. not be able to fulfill the required task to have him allowed back), Obélix promises he'll stay by his side forever.

Astérix: And then, oh well. I'll leave forever...

Obélix: *Sniff!* I'll always leave forever with you!

There's more, but I fear laying it on a bit thick. I hope this answers your question!

#hi de ho #Parlons peu et bien. Le temps c'est des sesterces.