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formerlyanon · 5 months
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man like. ok. I'm really really frustrated at the ongoing fallout about the gaylor stuff (because i hate hearing about it, i was fed up with this years ago) but the last few days has also shifted things into perspective for me about representation and why it matters. More and more lately I've been trying to get a read on what I find offputting or unsettling about summaries or explanations of media that get boiled down to what representation they have, right? Because that still doesn't tell me anything about the actual media. And that has been met with varying levels of emotion when I talk about it, but mostly ranging from apathy to frustration.
Celebrities are fandom and that's been the case for decades. The public eye and coverage of events or interviews generates material for fandom to feed off of. Fanart, fic, and other media follows, because it is media-space to play in. I chalk it up to kayfabe and move on. Right now these particular fan bases are falling apart because of this built up over arching rampant speculation about her personal life had turned into personal stakes for those fans, who needed her to be gay and queer and closeted and struggling, basically. They needed it to be a reality. But why did it need to be a reality to the point it had personal stakes?
Taylor's one of the wealthiest pop stars in history, has been active for over 15 years making commercial music, and consistently been successful in the mainstream. She's not an underdog. She's put in work, sure. She's still not an underdog, is not queer, is not secretly crying out to her fans for help, does not need saving from a cruel uncaring world.
Now combine all that with the need to have representation, the conflation of an identity being a hallmark of quality. All I can think right now is that quite a few people needed their pop superhero to be gay because that's what representation is, right? Because someone that they find so wonderful and relatable and charming or whatever, needs to be like them, and needs to have the hallmark stamp of Representation. Because something that seems so perfectly crafted about you the listener's life, clearly needs to be also directly, in real life, not a production not a crafted storyline way, Actually Gay.
I think her music's fine. It's inoffensive at best. I know very little about her except for her record of commercial success and various publicity stunts she maintains for her kayfabe and image. I do know she's been frustrated at the blurring of reality and public storyline, and addressed how not every song has to be rooted in reality and sometimes she can just be a storyteller writing fiction. She's also been very public throughout her career about publicity stunts sparking this or that song/fashion choice/era/album, so hey, it's not entirely on the fans here, aside from the fact that in this case there's basically nothing to it except projection.
Representation matters for the sake of understanding different points of view to get nuanced stories and experiences told. The lion's share of my frustration comes from the idea that:
1) a checkbox being hit automatically means a media is good
2) it's led more than a few times to someone telling me to check out media and giving me literally no information about it
3) people are really out here inventing oppression conspiracy theories for literal billionaires so they can do mental gymnastics to explain liking the work produced instead of just liking it
4) All this is used to prop up white straight artists to make them out to be intrepid underdogs bravely pretending to be straight so they can have careers
like holy shit! what the fuck!
Billy Porter has called out the racism and privilege of Harry Styles being given opportunities long denied to GNC men, especially men of color. Meanwhile a lot of Harry's outfits pull from different queer non white communities and he's hailed as an icon the likes which has never been seen before. Katy Perry's been routinely awarded for lgbt activism over literal out queer artists.
Taylor herself been noted as an icon of feminism and a queer ally, and it comes across as the same level of shallow - carefully crafted kayfabe to push a business narrative. Nothing especially noteworthy to indicate that previous gaffes were one-offs. It comes off as incredibly callous to me as a whole, but hey, I don't have to steer the ship of a literal billion dollar brand that revolves around my likeness.
Representation matters because it gives opportunity, voice, and paying work to those with less privilege than straight white cis artists. It's not that you as the consumer have a moral imperative to only consume media by underprivileged artists or else It Sucks And Is Bad, and you consumed the media wrong. Enjoy Taylor's stuff if you want but if it is this mentally distressing to come to terms with your commercially successfully pop star fave not being gay, I really recommend using this as a chance to look up other artists - queer artists, artists of color. It very clearly matters to you on a personal level, and you can find fulfillment elsewhere while still listening to and enjoying your favorite white blonde cis straight billionaire popstar.
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What’s Love Got to do With It by Tina Turner
Eric glanced up and smiled as Dar settled on the couch next to him. The two of them had been hanging out a lot lately. At first they suffered a language barrier but after some lessons with Salim, they could carry on a conversation well enough. They were very different except for one thing: they were commanding officers who inadvertently led their squads into death that day at the shepherd's hut. That was a burden no one else could really understand, and it bonded them.
“Watching television,” Dar noted. “Typical American.”
“I know you're making fun of me, but this is a special occasion: it's the Olympics, and it's taking place in Greece for the first time since we revived it in 1896.” Dar stared at him with raised eyebrows. Eric let out a sigh, looking away. “Nevermind.”
“Go on,” Dar encouraged him. His hand touched Eric's, getting the other's attention. The touch was warm and strong. Eric could feel his heart beat a little faster in his chest. But it was silly to react like that: Iraqi men held hands as a sign of friendship. Eric cleared his throat and focused on what he was saying.
“The Olympic Games were first held back in the eighth century B. C. E. every four years like we do it now. Greece is the birthplace of the Games, so it's a big deal they're being brought back to Athens. Your country is in attendance,” he added with a nod toward the screen. “I'm not sure which events they're competing in.”
“Then I will watch with you and find out,” Dar decided. For some reason that made Eric's heart beat fast, too.
After that, Dar made a point of coming over whenever an event was televised. He was very enthusiastic about the boxing event, complaining in Arabic when the man from Iraq didn't advance. In between those viewings he showed Eric how to make Iraqi food and chatted about his day. He was especially proud of his mastery of a digital camera.
“I take it with me on hikes,” he explained. “I will bring it and show you.”
“I'd love to see it.” Honestly, Eric wouldn't mind any excuse for Dar to come by more often. He was good company. Eric was a little worried when Iraq no longer had competitors that Dar would stop coming over, but he didn't. Dar came for every televised Olympic event, usually bringing something either to eat or for the two of them to talk about.
Whenever they sat down to watch it together, Dar would inevitably reach for Eric's hand. Eric finally did this himself and got a smile from Dar in response. It's a gesture of friendship, he reminded his racing heart and flushed face. All right, so maybe there was some physical attraction he felt toward Dar. Eric liked the man's stocky build, strong limbs, softened jawline. Eric's reactions whenever they were close were just a product of that.
“What is your favorite?” Dar asked this about halfway through the games. He brought his camera to show Eric pictures he took on his latest hike. Eric didn't have any artistic eye to speak of but even he could appreciate the views Dar picked.
“My favorite sport? You'll laugh when I tell you.”
“I may,” Dar agreed. “You must tell me first.”
“It's gymnastics.” Dar surprised Eric by not laughing, though he looked intrigued. “A lot of the other sports are ones I can see myself doing,” Eric explained. “Granted, I probably couldn't do them well, but I can still picture it. Gymnasts have such flexibility and dexterity; I just can't imagine ever doing any of what they do.”
“You are not flexible?” Dar clarified.
“No.” Eric let out a hollow laugh. “Most people would say I'm not.”
“Neither am I,” Dar agreed. He reached for Eric's hand and Eric thoughtlessly linked their fingers together. “Perhaps,” Dar went on, “we only need the right occasion.” Is he coming on to me? The thought popped in Eric's head and knocked the air out of his lungs. It gave him a mess of emotions he couldn't sort through. Eric noticed how close they were sitting to each other and awkwardly pulled back.
What was he thinking? He loosened his grip on Dar's hand and turned to focus on the screen. Dar didn't try calling his attention back. Instead, Dar also focused on the Olympics, cheering or groaning depending on what was playing out on the screen. When he did finally speak again it was to offer Eric some snacks. Eric followed him to the door as always when Dar left for the night, and for a crazy moment thought the man was going to kiss him.
Eric tried to understand the sinking feeling in his gut when the kiss didn't happen. This wasn't happening again, not after everything with Rachel. Their divorce was officially finalized and Eric no longer had the ring but it was still painful. He didn't want to go through all that hurt again.
He had nothing to worry about, of course. What he was feeling toward Dar wasn't that. And if his heart raced thinking of Dar being back, of them sitting close together, of almost-kisses, Eric would logic it all away.
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lastencoregraphics · 4 years
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FATE STAY NIGHT 15TH ANNIVERSARY ILLUSTRATION BY TOH AZUMA
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lily-drake · 2 years
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Thank you @johannaiii for letting me write this!!!! It was so much fun and it was a really good prompt!
Talia didn’t like the process of giving birth, in fact she loathed it.  She swore she would never, and she meant never do it again.  But when she was giving birth, and she found out that she was having twins, and she got to hold her children that she sacrificed and suffered for, she loved them.  When she learned that one of them was a girl, she knew that her father would be furious and demand her death.  So she immediately summoned one of the monks from the Tibetan temple that her father was allying with and gave them the girl.  She demanded that they train her and protect, and that she would never, ever be mentioned to Ra’s.  She even killed the nurses who helped her give birth to make sure that there was no one left who would know.  It wouldn’t be hard to find replacements for them anyways, it’s not like their lives were significant.  They had served out their use, now there was no need for them.  When it was time she presented her son, Damian, to her father claiming him to be the only child and heir to the Demon’s Head.  Ra’s was very pleased with her and she felt pride at being able to carry out her task properly that her father was very much pleased with her and her child.
Even though Marinette, as she had named the child before she had given her up, was no longer in the league, she made sure she was still in her daughter’s life.  Once every year she left for “training” purposes with Damian and went to the ancient temple in Tibet to visit her daughter and make sure that the two siblings got to spend time with each other.  Marinette was growing up so fast and the monks would report to her of her daughter’s progress.  They told her that Marinette was destined for greatness and to be a powerful leader, and that pleased Talia greatly.  The man in charge of her daughter's training, Master Wang Fu, would show her photos of her daughter and her accomplishments; she wished that she would be allowed to do the same for Damian.  But the League and the Temple of Order, while partners, were two separate entities when it came to how they were trained and taught.  She smiled as she saw her children sparing on the temple’s grounds, each assessing how strong the other had become since their last meeting a year ago.
They were both 6-years-old now, and Marinette had lost one of her top baby teeth.  She wore the traditional light blue training robes the monks wore while Damian wore his traditional black and red armor with his katana sheathed on his back.  She watched her children and a small smile graced her lips as she watched the two.  They were opposites in almost everything, yet they were still so similar.  Damian’s fighting was aggressive and forceful while Marinette’s focussed on out maneuvering and tiring out the opponent from a distance before striking where it hurt the most.  Their personalities were like fire and ice with Damian being aggressive and mighty while Marinette was soft and humble.  Damian was assertive and forceful in the way he spoke, while Marinette was gentle and descriptive.  Though, like she said before they had many similarities that helped to cement their relationship.  They both were very artistic, in battle they both would get up and personal with their challenger if given the opportunity, both were very intelligent and soaked everything up like a sponge, and both were highly competitive.  The sound of metal being hit together sounded from the training grounds as Damian and Marinette fought with their respective weapons; Damian with his katana and Marinette with her two daggers.
“You’ve definitely improved since the last visit, 'ukht, but so have I.”
Damian announced as he went in to sweep his sister’s legs all while bringing his blade down towards her.  Marinette used her daggers to lift Damian’s blade and flipped backwards as Damian tried to perform his strike.  She was very flexible and graceful when she was in the air.  It sometimes looked as if she were flying when she performed some of her stunts.
“Maybe you have, Xiōngdì, but I seem to still have the upper hand.”
Marinette replied with smugness dripping from her voice as her brother glared at her.  Marinette carefully crafted her words to manipulate while Damian spoke his mind and used his to order and command.  They were opposites, but they completed each other in a way few will ever know.
The day Damian and Talia were to begin their trek back down the mountain Fu ran up to Damian and placed a piece of paper in his hands.  He bowed respectfully to the old man and looked at the picture.  It was a picture the old man had taken a few days ago.  Marinette was smiling brightly and had her arm around his shoulder while he had his arms crossed in front of him and leaned into his sister’s touch with a small smirk.  They were both in their training clothes and stood in front of the mountains that hid and protected the Temple of Order.  He smiled at it and glanced at his sister who was waving goodbye with a big sad smile.  He simply nodded and left not knowing that this would be the last time he would for many years that he would lay eyes on her once again.
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The Order, it was gone, destroyed!  Marinette felt tears rush down her face as she watched her friends and mentors perish in the flames of miraculous magic gone astray.  She could feel the cold wind passing by her as Master Fu dragged her away, but she couldn’t remove her gaze from her home that was falling into pieces.  What would Damian think, she had to leave something for him to let him know she was okay!  But she was never given the chance because she couldn’t pull away from her master.  They were the last ones left, and Marinette couldn’t wrap her mind around it at all.
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Damian and Talia hiked the trial many months later, and as they neared the top they could sense something was definitely off.  The top of the temple would usually be in view by now. When they finally reached the top they froze as they saw the ruins of the burned and destroyed temple in front of them.  Talia was the first to break from her daze and ran to the ruins searching through them to find any remains of her daughter.  Damian soon joined his mother, but it was no use.  Damian and Talia believed the worst had happened to her, and with silent tears flowing down his face he stabbed his sword into the ground in front of the burnt remains and fell onto his knees in front of it.  The sword would serve as a gravestone for the fallen warriors here, but it specifically would serve as Marinette’s grave marker.  She was a brave warrior, one of the best, and she was gone now.  Talia stood by her son’s side and soon kneeled in front of it as well with her hand placed on her son’s shoulder.  As they traveled down the mountain Damian swore that he would never be vulnerable again, he would never care about anyone ever again, because the pain he felt was too intense and never wanted to feel it ever again.
So both He and Talia took on more missions, Talia was rarely at the base, always gone doing whatever her father needed.  The training in Tibet never happened again, and Damian grew closer to his grandfather.  He trained harder, attacked ruthlessly, and channeled all his pain and rage into his strikes.  He held onto the photo that Fu had given him of the two of them so many years ago.  He had it tucked away in a secret place in his room where no one would ever find it, because he wanted to keep her with him in some way.  Never again, he wouldn’t be hurt like before ever again.
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Marinette lived with Master Fu in a tea parlor under the guise of Marin Fu.  She helped him run his parlor and distribute his charms to the people through the teas she brewed while he placed charms on people through the massage therapy he did.  Fu let her be home schooled as she already knew way more than any normal school could teach her.  She would just be repeating things when she could be learning more new material.  She was also taught how to better practice her magic and use the miraculous.  She was going to be the new guardian one day, she was going to be the last guardian one day, and that thought scared her and brought back all of the nightmares.  She locked that night and anything before the fire back up in her mind only remembering what she needed to when she needed to.
Fu wanted her to interact with people though, so with the money he made he sent her to a gymnastics class where she could still retain her skills and get better at them.  She honestly loved the classes and she felt so free when she did them.  Nobody could beat her, in fact she advanced to level 10 quickly and was well on her way to the elite by the time she was 13.  And that’s when Hawkmoth struck Paris.
Lady Rouge and her partner Chat Noir made a decent team, but he was nowhere near her skill level which often annoyed her.  He wasn’t a true black cat, her brother was.  He was her balanced counterpart, and this cat was just a stand in.  And as time went on the imbalance continued the boy became corrupted by the destructive energy of the ring.  She had continually told Master Fu about it, but he would not listen.  And then it was time for him to pass, and she became the grand guardian, the last grand guardian.  Tears fell down the young 15-year-olds face as she watched her mentor's spirit leave him in his peaceful slumber.  He was so old, and it was just his time for him to go, but now she had nowhere to go, but she knew what she had to do.
“Hello, M’lady.”
Chat Noir said in a flirty tone as he spun his staff as if the speed he was doing it at would impress her.
“Hello, Chat.”
She replied terse with her arms crossed in front of her as she leaned on the railing of the Eiffel Tower and gazed at the sky that held little stars due to all of the lights of the city below them.
“Are you not excited to see your soulmate?  Come on M’lady,”
He said grabbing one of her hands with a large smile and deep voice,
“let me take you out somewhere, just the two of us.”
It took everything in Marinette not to break his wrist in that moment, but she had to play along.
“Okay.”
Chat’s eyes widened and his leather tail began to move side to side in an excited manner.
“W-wait, really?!”
“You know what, ya.  This week has been really tough and I could use it.”
Chat’s smile turned into a smirk and a dark twinkle lit up his eyes.  He took a step back and held his hand, his ringed hand, out for her to take.  SHe smiled at him gently and innocently and took his hand, and as he was about to pull her forward she took hold of the rings and ripped her hand off, taking the ring with her.  There was a blonde boy with green eyes staring at her with shock and hurt written all over his face, then eventually anger.
“I am revoking you from being able to wield the Black Cat Miraculous.  You are not compatible to wield this power as you are not my balanced counterpart.  The ring has been corrupting and harming you after all of your exposure to it when you are not the right one to wear it while I hold the earrings.  Thank you for the help you have given me in the past, but I’m afraid that I can not risk hurting you any longer.”
The boy stared at her with wide shocked eyes and nodded.  She could see that he too had now noticed the change as with the ring it didn’t feel like he changed at all.  She helped him get to his house and left after shaking his hand and thanking him one last time for his help.  And as she was about to leave the property she heard the sound of something above her opening and through the now open window she saw an akuma flying out of it.
She quickly caught the akuma and crashed through the glass window into the dark room.  Before Hawkmoth could even realize what had happened she had tied him up in her yo-yo and he was pinned in place with the tight cord.  If she pulled it any tighter it would cut into his skin and draw blood.  She grabbed the broach from the middle of the suit --which was as hideous as his akuma designs, if not worse-- and watched the man detransform making sure the camera on her yo-yo recorded the whole thing.
“You will be subject to the curse of whatever your abused kwami sees fit for you, and then the people of Paris will have you.”
Was all she said as she brought the man onto his knees so he could properly respect the kwami and the God’s they are.  Nooroo appeared and stared down at the man in front of him with an angered fiery glare.
“Gabriel Agreste, you have abused me and my miraculous for too long!  I bring upon a curse upon you, that no one will ever believe a word you say, and that your craft of manipulation will only work against you!”
And with that, pain courses through Gabriel and the wings of a butterfly were branded on the left side of his chest just above his heart.  She left soon after that and sent the footage for the police.  She watched from a distance as the police took him in, and told one of the officers that Adrien was innocent and had no connection to his father’s scheme.  Once she was sure Gabriel would not be able to escape his justice she pulled the horse miraculous from her yo-yo and summoned a portal to wherever she needed to be next.
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Damian was in the cave training when Todd burst in and began to run towards him with a stupid smug grin on his face.  Damian rolled his eyes and watched Todd stop in front of him holding something small and flimsy in his hand.
“Demon Spawn,”
He breathed out, his smug smile growing wider,
“Did you have a girlfriend in the league?”
Damian was….confused.  He had no such thing, but as Todd showed him the thing in his hand his blood froze.  It was the photo of him and Marinette.  How did he find it?!  Why did he even have it?!
“Give it back, Todd.”
Damian growled lowly hands gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.
“She is!  Guys, Damian had a-“
He tackled Jason after that and wrestled the photo out of his grip and held it close to him.  He glared daggers at Todd and made absolutely sure that the old photo was still intact.  Once he was sure.  Todd was back on his feet and Damian had the urge to run him through with his sword for daring to rummage through his belongings and to dare touch his picture.  He opened his mouth to spit out fiery words of anger, when a portal opened right in front of Damian.  A girl walked out of it and the portal immediately closed.  It was absolutely silent in the cave as the other occupants who were also there stared at the person.  The girl was rigid as she stared Damian directly in the eyes, and he felt a familiar pull to her.
“Kaalki, Tikki separate.  Tikki spots off.”
She spoke quickly, and her voice, and those words, and he knew who she was.  But that was impossible, because she had died, hadn’t she?!  Arms wrapped around him and he could hear sniffles and he felt his arms wrap robotically around the small frame of his sister.
“Xiōngdì, I missed you so much!  I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner!  Th-the Order was destroyed and Fu woul-wouldn’t let me leave a message, and-and someone was misusing the Butterfly in France (sniff).  And-and…..”
She took a long shaky breath in and sighed,
“I missed you so much.”
It took a while to realize that silent tears were falling down his face, and he hugged her even tighter against his chest.  Because his sister, his twin sister was alive, and she hadn’t died in the fire and destruction of the temple.
“It’s okay, 'ukht.  I’ve got you.”
They stayed like that for a few precious moments before Todd yelled,
“What the f*!”
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gubler-me-up · 3 years
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Request: Hi! This is oddly specific so no worries if you don’t do it but I was wondering if you could do a Spencer X y/n where he (and the team) find out that Y/N has gymnastics training or trapeze training or aerial silk training and Spencer is just like 🤩 Thanks! Love your writing!!
A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! I’m not gonna front and say this one wasn’t a challenge to think of a good concept for. All I knew is I wanted to make it about aerial silk because it’s such an amazing talent. To my surprise, this turned out better than I expected and I hope you really enjoy it! Btw do you do gymnastics, trapeze and/or aerial silk? If so, kudos to you! (Btw I left the song choice up in the air, but while I was writing I was listening to The Weeknd - Loft Music)
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader
Category: Fluff
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“I know it’s the weekend and all, but you’re sure in a rush, Y/N,” Morgan remarked.
You were running late for your dress rehearsal for your aerial silk performance at an open talent show taking place at National Theatre DC. You had done aerial silk dancing for years as a hobby. It was hard keeping up with it while working at the BAU, but an old instructor of yours contacted you about the opportunity. You thought it was a great chance to finally display your hobby to the masses.
“I’m running late for an appointment,” you said as you grabbed your bag.
“Oh? A Friday night “appointment” huh? Who’s the lucky guy?” Morgan asked.
You chuckled. “Not that sort of appointment, player.”
“Damn, I thought a certain someone finally made a move on you,” he said.
You were going to ignore his comment and be on your way, but you were curious about what he just said. You raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile on your face. You went up to his desk and sat on the edge of it.
“Certain someone?” You asked.
He chuckled. “Oh yes, a certain someone. Matter of fact here he comes now.”
Morgan looked over your shoulder, so you followed his gaze. You saw Spencer walking up to you guys with a smile as he nervously latched his right hand onto his satchel strap. You didn’t think he liked you more than a friend, but according to Morgan it seemed as if you were missing something. So much for being a profiler.
“Hey, Y/N. Are you busy this weekend? I know you love classic French Noir films and they’re playing Pépé Le Moko tomorrow night, so I was wondering if you wanted to go watch it together,” Spencer asked.
You looked at him surprised before looking back at Morgan. He gave you his favourite expression: I told you so. You looked back at Spencer. He had an eager, glowing smile on his face. You were close to saying yes to him just by his enthusiasm.
You sighed. “I can’t this Saturday, Spence. I have a commitment I already have. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, that’s no problem. I should have asked you earlier,” he said.
“Yes, you should have,” Morgan chimed in.
Spencer gave Morgan a strong glare as he was getting ready to say something. Before you were put in-between another fight of theirs, you grabbed onto Spencer’s upper arm and gently squeezed. You were kind of surprised to feel a little muscle on him.
“Spence, have you been working out?” You asked.
He blushed. “Not really by choice. Morgan’s been forcing me to join him on his gym sessions.”
You looked over at Morgan. “You’re forcing Spence to work out?”
He shrugged and put on a sly smirk. “What can I say? I thought we should all gain as much upper body strength as you have, Y/N.”
“I don’t have any upper body strength,” you said.
Spencer grabbed your right bicep and gently squeezed it. You looked at him as he had his thinking face on. He soon noticed you looking at him which led him to let go of your arm and awkwardly clear his throat.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that. I was just admiring your bicep form. It’s well developed, even more than Morgan’s,” he said.
You giggled. “I don’t think my little muscles can compare to Morgan’s.”
“This time the kid might have a point. You have some serious bicep action on you. What’s your secret?” Morgan asked.
You hadn’t exactly told anyone on the team about your aerial silk training. You kind of liked keeping this certain talent hidden from the rest of the team. You were also nervous if you had them watch it would be the one time you’d mess up and break your arm. It was silly for you to think the worst would happen if your friends saw you perform since they were your safety net.
“I’ll tell you two another time, but for now I’m running late. See you two Monday,” you said as you picked up your bag.
“Have a great weekend, Y/N,” Spencer said.
You turned around and waved. “You too. Tell me how the movie is on Monday.”
“Will do,” he said.
You turned back around to make your way out of the bullpen. From behind you could hear the clacking of heels running towards you. You knew exactly who it was before you turned around.
“Y/N, hold on,” you heard Garcia say.
You looked at your watch. It was nearly six o’clock and you weren’t even out in the parking lot yet. You turned around and put up your wrist to show Garcia.
“Pen, I have to go,” you said.
“But I was wondering if you wanted to go-“
“Really, Pen, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”
You rushed towards the elevator before she could chase after you. You didn’t want to be any later than you were already running. Whatever she had to tell you she would just text or call you about it if it was important.  
Your dress rehearsal went well and you were proud of your performance. You thought your choice of song added to the performance immensely. You felt as if you were dancing on air and you didn’t even think of all of your muscles having to work on overdrive to make sure you didn’t fall. You didn’t even think you worked this hard to take down an unsub.
You were on your way to the change room to get dressed and go get something to eat. You were starving since you didn’t have any time to stop and get food. Your food would have to wait a little while longer since you heard your instructor call out your name. You turned around to see him walking up to you.
“What’s up, Sam?” You asked.
“Well, I noticed you hadn’t asked for tickets for your guests. There are a few extra tickets if you have anyone to give them to,” he said.
You shook your head. “Thanks, Sam, but I don’t have anyone to give them to.”
He raised a questionable eyebrow. “Really? No one from your job? No friends you want to invite? Family?”
“My family lives in another state and so do most of my friends and the rest are busy this weekend. Thanks for looking out though,” you said before turning around.
“How about your coworkers?” He asked.
“They’re busy,” you said as you started walking away.
“Well, can you at least think about inviting some people? It would be nice if people in your circle could see how talented you are,” he said.
You stopped walking and turned around to look at him. He stared at you with such a proud expression on and you couldn’t help giving in to him. All he wanted was the best for you because he thought you were the best.
You stuck out your hand. “Give me the tickets.”
His face lit up as he reached into his pockets and pulled out the extra tickets. There were only two extra tickets. As you took them from him, you pondered on who you would end up inviting.
“Can’t wait for your performance tomorrow, Y/N. I’m sure your friends will enjoy it,” he said.
You smiled. “They sure will.”
With that little exchange over and done with, you went to the change room to get ready to go enjoy the rest of your night. It was the perfect night to grab some pizza, lose yourself in the universe of YouTube and fall asleep on your couch. What you really couldn’t wait for was relaxing all your muscles in a hot bath.
As you changed, you thought about the two extra tickets. It would be nice to have someone or in your case two people from the team to come by and watch you. In your head though you couldn’t get over this worry of embarrassing yourself in front of them. It was whatever to mess up in front of people you didn’t know, but in front of people you saw nearly every day was nerve-racking.
You took out your phone from your bag and went to your most recent text messages. You didn’t see a text from Garcia which meant whatever she had to ask you wasn’t that important or she found someone else to fill your spot. Either way you were glad she didn’t message you. You wouldn’t be able to bear her sad, puppy look if you rejected her invitation to any sort of outing.
You would ask Garcia to come but she seemed as if she had other plans in mind. There was JJ or Emily you could ask but JJ was busy on the weekends being a mom and Emily was always busy doing kid-free activities. Inviting Hotch or Rossi would be cute because they were like father figures to you, but at the same time you kind of liked them to be father figures from afar. Morgan probably wouldn’t shut up about your strength for weeks and encourage you to tackle more unsubs, so he was out of the question.
You opened your text conversation with Spencer. He liked artistic performances and according to Morgan he also liked you. It would be the perfect opportunity for you two to bond beyond work. Maybe you’d even take him out for ice cream after to celebrate. You’d have to make sure he’d take his Lactaid first though to make his ice cream experience enjoyable.
You started to type out the question you were dreading to ask anyone on your team. I’m performing an aerial silk routine. Interested in coming? I have extra tickets. You stared at it for a long while before erasing the whole thing and stuffing your phone back in your bag. You couldn’t gain the courage to do it and you knew that. You just took the extra tickets so Sam would stop begging you to bring people to the show.
In due time you would let the team know about your hidden talent, but your first public performance wasn’t the best time to debut it. You’d probably give the tickets to some people on the street and hope they would attend. You picked up your coat and bag to start your journey home. You had a long night of pizza, baths and nerves to overcome.
You paced back and forth as you waited for the act before you to finish. You were closing the show, so your adrenaline was pumping hard. The pressure you felt to end the show with a bang was unreal. You just wanted to represent the artistry of aerial silk as best as you could.
“Ready for your big break?” You heard Sam say from behind you.
You turned around to look at him. “Born ready.”
He chuckled. “With all that pacing you’re doing, it’s hard to believe that statement.”
“Oh, so you’re a profiler now too huh?”
“Not a chance. I’ll leave all that psychological horror to you, but I do know you’re nervous about your performance. I’m here to tell you you shouldn’t be, you’re amazing at what you do.”
You smiled. “I guess so.”
“Well, I know so. Especially with your friends in the crowd, you’ll feel even more confident.”
You were silent. He looked at you confused and then in shock. You quickly looked away from him before he could inquire about the tickets. It was too late for that plan though.
“You didn’t invite your friends? What did you do with the tickets?” He asked.
“Gave it to this lovely couple on my way home yesterday. Rachel and Keith are sitting in the front row as we speak,” you said.
“You what? Y/N,” he said in frustration.
“Do you hear that? I think I’m up next,” you said as you scurried on stage.
You walked to the centre of the stage and let your silks drop down to your sides. The crowd was cheering already which made you feel good inside. As you looked out into the crowd you could see Rachel and Keith, who were ecstatic to be there. You smiled as you continue to scan the audience with your eyes.
Your eyes widened when you saw a curly-haired man along with two blonde women, a dark-haired woman, a dark-haired man, an older man and a bald man. You squinted your eyes just to make sure you weren’t seeing things from the bright lights messing with your sight. It was true though, your whole team was there.
Before you could even process anything, the music started to play which meant your routine had to start as well. You decided it was time to just let it happen. Obviously some greater power in the universe decided to bring your fears to the light and have you overcome them.
You grabbed onto your silks and started to gracefully entangle yourself in them. You made sure your feet weren’t too loose and your hands were holding onto the silks tightly. You swung, you flipped and you dropped in one swift motion.
The cheer from the crowd was unbelievable. You had to admit it was even better knowing the team was cheering along with them. Sam might have been onto something when he told you the satisfaction of hearing the crowd cheer for you was worth it. All the nerves, all the rehearsing, all the sore muscles. He was right.
Every move you did, you made sure it was done flawlessly. You felt on top of the world as if you were floating in the clouds. Nothing was on your mind besides the lyrics floating in your head as you did your whole routine.  In no time you were done your routine and found yourself not wanting it to end. The only thing keeping you alive in the bittersweet moment was the crowd giving you a standing ovation. You even heard Garcia scream at the top of her longs with praise.
You bowed and then the rest of the performers came out on stage to take their bows. The crowd kept getting louder to the point where you couldn’t even feel your adrenaline pumping heart anymore. It felt amazing to drown the sound out with praise and love from everyone. Especially your supportive team.
After you got changed, you went out to greet the team as they stayed around after to wait for you. You waved at them with a huge, goofy smile on your face. They all started clapping for you again with big smiles on themselves.
“Glad you guys liked it. How did you even decide to come here?” You asked.
“Well, little speed boat, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to this talent show on Saturday, but you left so fast I didn’t have the chance to. I then proceeded to get everyone on board with me to come see the show and to our very surprise you were on the pamphlet,” Garcia explained.
You blushed. “Well, thanks for coincidentally coming out to watch.”
“Why didn’t you tell us about this before? We would have definitely come,” JJ said.
You shrugged. “I don’t know, I guess I was just nervous about messing up in front of you guys. I’ve never performed in front of an audience before, so everything was very high risk for me tonight.”
“Well, you pulled it off. Congratulations,” Hotch said.
“Thanks so much, sir,” you said.
“You did so great tonight, Y/N. Reid over here was so starstruck that I think he was drooling a little,” Morgan said as he playfully punched the side of Spencer’s face.
Spencer sighed in frustration. “Don’t listen to him, Y/N. I was not drooling, but I was definitely pleasantly surprised by your act.”
“He was totally drooling,” Emily said.
“Jaw on the floor,” Garcia said.
“Eyes wide in amazement,” Morgan said.
You smiled as they just kept describing how Spencer looked while you were on stage. You looked over at Spencer. His face was practically red, but he tried his best to hide it with his hand.
“Okay, kids, that’s enough bickering for the night. Dinner’s on me. I’m feeling for Italian,” Rossi interrupted.
“You’re always feeling for Italian,” Spencer said.
“I’m trying to help you get out of this situation and you’re coming for me?” Rossi said.
Spencer instantly looked away as if nothing ever left his mouth. Everyone else laughed as they followed Rossi out of the theatre. You and Spencer trailed along behind everyone. You grabbed his bicep again. Not to squeeze it, but to hold it close to you. He noticed and looked at you with his face still red.
“You know, even though Garcia, Morgan and Emily’s claims were exaggerated, I thought you were incredible tonight,” Spencer said.
You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m glad you think so. Seriously though, were you as starstruck as they claimed? Even a little?”
He smiled. “Maybe just a little.”
You giggled. “I’ll make sure to set up a VIP for you the next time I perform.”
He chuckled. “I’d love that.”
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Hey, I hope I'm not bothering you, but I wanted to know if you're still taking requests? My friend cinnamoniic's birthday is coming up (around the seccond week of march) and I know they're a fan! If you have time, could you fit is a short Jontim or Jonmartim? That would be really cool!!! (As a surprise, please only publish this ask if you're able to take the request)
hello, not bothering at all! I don’t know if this is early or late but happy birthday @cinnamoniic !! a silly little jonmartim for my favorite artist!!
Tim is very, very happy to have his boyfriends over for the night.
It’s their first overnight and he’s looking forward to falling asleep in Martin’s arms and cuddling up close to Jon, whatever happens first. And that’s why he’s placed himself right between the two, Jon lying on the side of the bed against the wall and Martin insisting on the edge ‘in case I get up in the night, don’t want to wake anyone up, you need your rest.’ Ever the gentleman.
But it’s been three hours and not once has Martin made any motion to get up. In fact, he’d fallen asleep almost two minutes after they got situated, sprawled on his back and dead to the world. Tim’s glad Martin can sleep so deeply, he deserves it with the hours he’s pulling. But he’s not very happy about the sounds he makes while doing it.
Martin snores. Tim does too, as he’s been told by previous partners, but Martin’s like a goddamn motorboat. It’s deafening. He refuses to wake him and inform him of this fact, though he wishes Martin had warned him ahead of time. Tim doesn’t want to make him feel bad, but it’s getting to be a bit of a problem. It’s not steady enough to be a comforting white noise, as it occasionally turns into whistles or crescendos into loud roars. Martin’s got range.
And if Martin sleeps like the dead, Jon's the exact opposite. It’s not that he’s woken up at all, no, but he’s constantly rolling around, climbing on top of them at strange and uncomfortable angles. Tim wouldn’t mind the clinging so much if he didn’t change position every fifteen minutes with a jab of his pointy elbows.
He also talks.
It’s all nonsense, of course. Snarky little noises, as if he can’t stop being a little shit even as he sleeps. Sometimes it's a steady stream of enthusiastic mumbling, like his sleepy equivalent of an info-dump. Tim hopes he’s got a captive audience in his dreams.
He murmurs something directly in Tim’s ear, having burrowed himself in the crook of Tim’s neck five minutes prior. After imparting this wisdom, he rolls back over to face the wall. 
“You’ve got a point, buddy. He is loud.” Tim sighs, staring up at the ceiling, when a thought occurs to him.
Maybe if Jon’s got a Martin to distract him, he won’t be so bothersome. Martin seems to be a heavy sleeper, and won’t be woken by Jon’s nocturnal gymnastics. With this in mind, he very carefully scoots to the bottom of the bed and reaches for Jon, half dragging, half carrying him closer to Tim’s previous position. Jon immediately clings on to Martin, throwing himself diagonally over his chest with a happy little noise. Martin doesn’t wake. Perfect. Tim shimmies over to Jon’s spot, his back to the wall as he closes his eyes to finally get some rest.
Until Jon’s leg kicks back and hits Tim directly in the stomach. He yelps and struggles to catch his breath, glaring at his two blissfully unaware companions. Jon snuggles into Martin’s arms and the snores reach a new crescendo. This is hell.
Tim tries, he really does. He spends the next thirty minutes curled as far into the corner as he can manage, he puts the pillow over his head. But nothing drowns out the noise and Jon still intermittently kicks at his back, albeit gentler than before.
He truly loves the two of them, more than he ever thought possible. Tim reminds himself of this as Martin attempts to break the sound barrier and Jon puts on a one-man show of Riverdance against his back. But he’s got to get some fucking sleep. 
He considers waking the two of them and voicing his complaints. It’s not unreasonable; hell, Tim would want to know if he were the offending party. But he can’t bear the thought of Martin’s guilty little face, and he knows Jon will use it as an excuse to stay up the rest of the night. He could just slip into the living room, but that’ll just cause a fuss come morning. No, it’s time to do some strategic maneuvering. It’ll be difficult, but Tim thinks he can pull it off without waking the two. And he’s never been one to back down from a challenge.
Tim squirms down to the edge of the bed, flipping Jon’s pliant body back to its previous position. He almost falls out of bed when Jon surprises him with an emphatic “Recording ends!” but he quiets after that, curling into a ball.
“Good job, bossman.” A nickname he can only use when Jon can’t hear. He’s not too fond of it, now that they’re dating. Tim still thinks it’s cute. 
Now for the hard part. For this one, he’ll have to get out of bed entirely.
As he looms over Martin, Tim tries to figure out the best way to go about this. He gives him a gentle, experimental shove but Martin’s dead weight and does not want to move, stubborn even in sleep and now snoring louder in what seems like protest. Tim pushes back the sleeves of his sleep shirt, shakes out his arms. This is why you lift, Stoker. You can do this. A second push: the man budges a few inches, but there’s still not enough room for Tim to slip in. Martin’s always been stronger than him, much to his chagrin, and he’s never beaten him in arm wrestling. He’s built like a brick house, albeit much comfier. But Tim will not let him win in his sleep. That’s just ridiculous, not to mention embarrassing. So he lets out a grunt and gives it his best shot, the push finally managing to get Martin completely on his side.
And directly on top of Jon.
“Shit!” Tim swears, immediately jumping on the bed at Jon’s muffled squeak, his hands starting to pull Martin back when what little he sees of Jon suddenly relaxes, his face going slack. Tim briefly worries he’s killed him but Jon is in fact breathing, an utterly content look on his face as if all he needed to settle was the pressure of Martin’s arm and half of his body. Tim laughs in disbelief, running a hand through his hair when he notices the sudden quiet.
Martin’s stopped snoring. Not entirely, no, but after a minute of hovering over the man, he hears only the lightest of occasional wheezes. God, I’m a fucking genius. He almost wishes someone had been around to see it. He’s debating taking a picture and sending it to Sasha when he glances at the clock- two am. If he wants to wake up slightly rested, and in time to try Martin’s much-lauded pancakes, he’s going to have to cut his celebrations short.
So he climbs back into bed, attaching himself to the large, warm expanse of Martin’s back and burying his face in the softness of his worn sleep shirt. This is how it’s supposed to be, cozy and comfortable and quiet. Just took a bit of trial and error. 
Now to see if it’ll last til morning.
At eight, Martin wakes everyone with a shriek upon finding Jon buried underneath him and takes both Tim and himself off the bed with the force of his backpedaling. They land with a painful thump, Tim swearing as his abused back takes the brunt of the fall. Jon peers sleepily over the edge of the bed and gives the two of them a pleased smile, stretching like a cat basking in sunlight.
“Don’t think I’ve slept better in my life,” he yawns, blinking slowly. “What are you two doing down there?”
“A-are you serious?” Martin stutters, still tangled in the sheets and making no move to get up. Tim can’t help his snicker. “I-I was completely on top of you-”
“We should do that more often,” Jon agrees. “I like having you on top of me.”
It takes Martin about an hour to recover from that statement and around the same time for Jon to realize what he said. And Tim, well, Tim’s just happy to finally get some sleep.
And Martin’s pancakes. He really wasn’t kidding about those.
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(I chose to retcon Shelley in this but I wouldn’t be against writing something that involves her character in the future. Hope you enjoy!)
- You first met Eric at a cassette shop some time before his death. By pure coincidence, you’d looked up and met his eye just as he entered the shop. He held your gaze for a moment before you quickly averted your eyes and busied yourself with searching the shelves for the artist you were looking for. 
- A minute or so later, you could feel a presence besides you. When you snuck a glance, you found that it was the same man from before prompting your heart to skip a beat. He was tall, dark, and beautifully alternative. The most perfect man you’d ever seen in real life. 
- Staying quiet, you focused on the task at hand; though it was a bit difficult with him beside you. After a bit of searching, you finally found the cassette you were looking for and pulled it off the shelf, examining it for a quick second.
“I love them.” the mans quiet voice rang out from beside you.
“Pardon?” you’d nearly squeaked, looking up at the mans face which was now glancing down at you.
“Sorry,” he apologized, smiling while shaking his head. “The Cure; I love them. They’re one of my favorites. Have you heard their latest song; ‘Burn’ I think it was. It’s been all over the radio; at least the channels that I listen to.”
- The two of you talked for a long time, hopping from one artist to the next and then from subject to subject. You continued to talk even as you were checking out and leaving the shop. Speaking with him just seemed so natural, so easy.
- The two of you stood outside the door of the shop, neither of you really wanting your conversation to end but knowing that it had to at some point.
- You were just about to say goodbye when he spoke, telling you that his band would be playing at the concert club down the street that night and that he’d be happy to see you there. Now, how could you say no to that?
- So that night, you got a bit dressed up and headed over to the club he told you about. It wasn’t exactly your usual scene but at the time, it seemed worth going to; if only just to see the man again.
- The instant you got there, you could practically feel the music reverberating off the walls as you tried to find an empty place to stand or sit. Glancing at the stage, your eyes immediately found the exact man you were looking for, shredding on his guitar in all his gothic glory.
- Every now and again, you could see his eyes sweep over the crowd before finally finding you, a small smile making its way onto his face. You stayed there until his band played their final song, nearly an hour and a half after you’d arrived.
- Once they left the stage, Eric came over and greeted you, asking you to wait just a minute as he went to put his guitar away. You obliged and soon enough the two of you were sitting together at one of the small tables in the club, trying to talk to each other over the noise.
- Finally, he leaned forward and spoke in your ear, asking if you wanted to go some place. You happily agreed and the two of you found yourselves seated at a small diner which wasn’t too far away from the club.
- The two of you sort of consider this your first date. You sat and talked for hours, sipping coffee and eating. He got delightfully bashful when you complimented his music, looking down at the table with a smile before quickly changing the subject back to you.
- You shared your first kiss in the rain a few nights later after another one of your dates. There was no way of escaping the downpour so you were sort of just forced to run through it until you could find a bit of shelter. By the time you were able to get under something, you were already freezing and soaked, but all you could do was laugh.
“We might as well just keep on walking, huh?” He’d joked and you agreed, stepping back out into the rain and beginning to walk again.
- You were a few steps away from him when you felt his hand on your arm, softly spinning you around so that you were facing him. You looked up at his face, watching the rain fall down from his cheeks and drip from his hair before he pulled you into him and pressed his lips to yours.
- You closed your eyes, kissing back as he wrapped his arms tight around you. It felt like the world around you disappeared, the only signs of it being the constant pitter patter of rain on your skin. Neither of you wanted the moment to end, even as you stood softly shivering.
- The two of you were dating for nearly a year when you got a late night call from the police. After the first few words, you could barely hear what they were saying, it was like the entire world came crashing down around you.
- You’d come to find out that it was a suspected robbery gone bad and that Eric had died. You were inconsolable for months and even a year later, you still felt as though there was a massive hole in your heart that would never be filled. That was when you were confronted with a face from your past.
- It was late one night and you were walking home from work, slightly paranoid as per usual. Apparently your paranoia was there for good reason as a man began to follow closely behind you while you walked. Unbeknownst to you; or him, he wasn’t the only one keeping a close eye on your figure.
- You began walking faster, hoping that it was just a misunderstanding. That hope was soon crushed as the man behind you began to speed up as well.
- Finally, you broke out into a sprint, praying that you could make it to some shop before the man reached you. You could hear him begin to give chase before suddenly, his footsteps just ...disappeared.
- You slowly came to a stop, glancing behind you and finding no one there. Confused, you searched the area, trying to spot the man but still finding nothing. Finally, someone emerged from a nearby alleyway ...but it wasn’t the man from before.
- He was taller with longer hair and odd paint covering his face. He looked vaguely familiar from afar but it was only after he got close enough for you to see his face that you finally recognized him.
“Eric?” You asked in disbelief as he stopped before you.
“I always told you that I didn’t like you walking home alone.” He said softly, a weak smile playing at his painted lips.
- Without another word, you closed the distance between you, your hands shakily reaching up to touch his face, prompting him to close his eyes. His arms wove around you and pulled you into a tight hug, a hug you returned with just as much vigor, afraid that he’d vanish if you didn’t hold on tight enough.
- He was back. Back and here to stay.
- As much as he would love to be touching you at all times, he also doesn't want anyone to see the two of you together. He doesn’t want you somehow being dragged into something because his enemies saw the two of you together or because police believe you’re somehow involved in his revenge plot. So he tries not to interact with you in public, at least not where anyone could catch you. 
- He’s sort of your little secret; a figure that only you notice, a person that only you know exists. It’s hard to stop a small smile from coming onto your face whenever you’re asked about your love life or pressured to get out into the dating scene. If only they knew. 
- Soft caresses. Whenever his hands are on you, they’re; more often than not, being intimate, gentle and loving. You can practically feel his adoration for you in his every touch. 
- Brushing the hair out of his face so you can see and kiss him properly.
- Long, tight hugs.
- Passionate kisses. 
- Having his makeup smeared across your face. He runs a finger across the paint, rubbing his thumb over your lips and calling you beautiful.
- Sitting up late at night with him and stargazing. 
- Waking up to soft kisses. Oftentimes it’s in the middle of the night but you don’t really mind, you just tiredly reach out to him as he takes off his boots and joins you in bed. 
- He opts for more meaningful and romantic nicknames. Things like: Annabel Lee, darling, beloved, angel, my love, my life. 
- Getting poetry and songs written about you. A lot of the time, he’ll leave them for you to find or; if they’re a song, quietly sing them to you in the dark of the night. 
- He likes being held in your arms when you cuddle, his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. But he also loves to hold you, wrapping his arms tight around you and cherishing the way you snuggle into him. 
- Eric is absolutely, irrevocably in love with you. You’ve never had a man so infatuated with you and you never will again. Your relationship isn’t the most conventional or normal, but you never doubt for a second that he loves you.
- He can’t stand the thought of you thinking that he doesn’t care. It’s the easiest way to tear him up inside.  
- He’s incredibly sweet with you, always reassuring you with a laugh when you do something wrong, never getting mad at you for your mistakes and always making you feel better when you’re feeling down. 
- Teasing each other, he likes spooking you a bit and overall just making you laugh. 
- He’s still got a good sense of humor. His jokes may be stupid and he may tell you them a hundred times each but you never mind. 
- Dancing together. Sometimes its romantic slow dancing and other times he’ll just break out into a little jig.
- Getting to watch all his gymnastic and athletic skills. He both amazes and amuses you with the things he does. 
- Grand romantic gestures. He’s a hopeless romantic at heart. 
- He used to have warm hands and he resents the fact that they’re always cold now. One of the main reasons he likes to hold your hands is because he can feel your warmth seeping into his skin. 
- A lot of the time, he’ll just show up and/or vanish into thin air. He’s most likely scared you every now and again with the way he just appears in the doorway of your room or knocking at your window. 
- He wants to take care of you whenever he can. Injured, sick, upset; he’s there for you and knows exactly what to do to make you feel better. 
- Trying to help explain everything that happened to him and figure out how he’s back again; and how to keep him that way. 
- He loves the little things about you; something he learned to do while you were together and perfected while he was dead. He could name a million things off the top of his head that you do or about your appearance that he absolutely adores. 
- Having him play the guitar for you. You’ll usually sit behind him, resting your cheek on his back while he strums along, sometimes humming the words to one of his bands songs. 
- Reading gothic literature together. He smiles whenever you tell him he has the perfect voice for it. 
- He loves horror. Anything scary is right up his alley. Horror movies, Halloween, urban legends, scary stories; he loves them all. 
- Taking care of Gabriel for him. The fluffy feline adores you and Eric likes coming home and seeing you curled up with him on the couch or bed. 
- Kissing in the rain and in the dark of the night. 
- He could genuinely sit and talk with you for hours, or just sit with you without saying a word. Just being by your side is enough for him. 
- The two of you tend to stay indoors and enjoy quiet nights in, he liked it even before everything happened to him. He prefers being alone with you with no way to be interrupted. 
- Getting to pet and interact with his crow. The two of you wind up spending a lot of time together. 
- Getting close to and helping take care of Sarah. He loves just sitting back and watching the two of you play around. He’s adorable when he joins in on the fun. 
- He loves how you make him feel normal, always treating him the same as before and making him feel like his old self again just by being with you. 
- Tracing his scars. He sort of likes when you do it, it’s like you’re taking away the memories of that day and replacing them with happy ones. 
- Comforting him when he thinks about his death and looks into your mind to see your memories of life without him. You just wrap yourself around his back and let him feel what he has to. 
- Eric kinda goes feral sometimes. There’s two versions of this Eric: 1) the guy who kills and 2)the guy who’s looking at you with the eyes of a wolf, wanting to eat you alive. Sometimes he’ll just pounce, pulling you into his body and smashing his lips to yours.
- He’s incredibly protective of you. He knows how dangerous your city is and how fragile life can be. He’s determined to make sure nothing ever happens to you; even if it means hurting or killing other people. 
- Because he can’t really be seen with you, he has a bit of a mean streak when it comes to jealousy. If he can, he’ll scare off anyone who he thinks is getting too close to you, threatening them the moment he can get them alone. You’re his and his alone.
- He never gets upset with you. He might have a bit of a temper; particularly after his death, but you’ll never be on the receiving end of it. You very rarely; if ever, fight, the only times he’ll argue or fight with you will when he’s worried about your safety which is something you’ll never hold against him. 
- He’ll never get tired of hearing you say you love him. Oftentimes, he’ll ask you to say “it” again, nuzzling into you while you giggle and repeat yourself. 
- He tells you he loves you constantly, repeating it between kisses, while kissing your forehead, or saying it while gazing deeply into your eyes. It feels so natural for him to say it; there's never any second guessing, it’s the one thing he’s completely sure about in his life. 
- You aren’t sure what will happen to either of you in the future. All you know is that he’ll love you and you’ll love him for the rest of eternity. 
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Hope on Board
Chapter 18 - Making a House a Home
Chapter 1     Chapter 17
The apartment was filled with boxes.  Just a sea of boxes.  Thank God they got help moving all the boxes from her and his apartments because she was pretty sure this would have taken them weeks on their own… well on Dick’s own since he wouldn’t let her carry anything heavier than a few books, about five was her allowed limit.  Which was exceptionally frustrating because he was probably right and she probably shouldn’t carry anything heavier, but she probably would have if given the chance.
It had been a long day of packing and coordinating already and she was ready to eat and relax with Dick for a bit before they tackled the rest of the unpacking.  She made her way out of the bedroom and toward the living room, but paused before she reached it.  She could hear music coming from the living room, which wasn’t at all unusual or unexpected.  What was unusual and unexpected was the type of music it was.
“Is that… are you listening to circus music?” Marinette asked uncertainly.  She was pretty sure she’d heard him humming circus music before but humming was subconscious.  It was things that got stuck in your head and you couldn’t get out.  This was conscious.  This was him deciding to forego typical music choices and actively search for this music.  This was wanting to listen to circus music.
Dick whirled around with wide eyes at having been caught. He chuckled self-consciously and rubbed the back of his neck.  “Yeah, I tend to do that.”
“Listen to circus music?” She asked incredulously.
“Yeah, it reminds me of my childhood and my parents,” he shrugged sheepishly.
She tilted her head slightly watching him as he focused intently on the box in front of him.  “Did they used to take you to the circus a lot?”  Her voice was soft and inquisitive.  This was a part of him he hadn’t shared before.  He didn’t seem to like talking about his parents or his childhood at all.
“I… did I not mention growing up in a circus?” His voice sounded surprised and he looked down as though trying to remember a nonexistent conversation.
She blinked at him a few times.  “No…” she started out slowly, “no, I think I’d remember that.  You haven’t really talked about your parents.  You just said they died when you were nine and then Bruce took you in.  You don’t really talk about your childhood at all, other than you were in diapers when you started studying gymnastics.  Were they performers?”
A thoughtful expression settled on Dick’s face as he recalled his parents. He nodded slowly.  “They were trapeze artists.  We all were.”
Marinette gave him a soft smile and settled on the couch to listen.  “That’s why you are so good at gymnastics and started when you were in diapers?”
Dick nodded absentmindedly as he started looking through the stack of framed posters leaning against the wall.  “And why the manor has a trapeze set up.”  He pulled out a poster leaning against the wall to show her.  The poster was a stylized poster of a family of three swinging and flipping on a trapeze with bold letters sprawled across it.  “We were the Flying Graysons at Haley’s Circus.”
“You're kidding,” she chuckled.  “So you flew through the air with the greatest of ease?”
He grinned back, “What can I say, I was a daring young man on the flying trapeze.”
She gave him a supportive smile.  “That’s why your Mom called you Little Bird, because you flew through the air.”
He nodded and turned back to the poster.  When he spoke again it was soft and respectful.  “We all flew.  I miss it a lot, the feeling of flying through the air with a partner.”  
Marinette looked at the poster, a distant look settling in her eyes.  “Yeah, I know what you mean.”
He looked back at her with a confused quirk to his head.  “You do?”
“Oh, not like you.  I… never mind.  Akuma stuff,” she deferred, waving him off.  “Tell me more about it.  About your parents and the circus.”  She looked up at him with big, inquisitive eyes.  She really did want to know more about him and the things that mattered to him, that made him the man he was.  And if that got the attention off her as well, then so much the better.
Dick grinned and sat on the couch next to her.  “It was great.  We traveled all around.  I got to see so many places growing up and my parents were always right there for me. My Mom used to have the best, warmest smile.  She made every place feel like home.”  He looked over at Marinette and ran his fingers along her jaw.  “Your smile reminds me of hers.”  
Marinette blushed and looked down.  She took a moment to gather herself and finally cleared her throat. “What about your Dad?”
“My Dad was great.  He was supportive and loving.  His laugh boomed out of him.  He laughed with his whole body.”
“That sounds like you.”  Marinette gazed adoringly up at him.  “You laugh so hard your eyes crinkle and you throw your head back. Your whole chest shakes, which feels amazing when I’m pressed up against you when you do it.  It’s always so full of life.  You must have his laugh.”  Dick stared at her in a lovesick daze.  He was about to pull her to him and kiss her senseless when she spoke up again.  “What else?  What are your favorite memories?”
Dick continued to stare a few more moments uncertain if he wanted to continue or take her back to the bedroom and initiate their apartment, but her eyes were so fascinated, drinking in every detail of his life he was willing to share, that he couldn’t find it in himself to stop.  “Flying,” he finally choked out.  “Flying through the air with my parents,” he elaborated more evenly.  “And wandering around the circus.  The environment was always upbeat and fun.  Oh! And Zitka!”  His eyes lit up at the name.
“Zitka?”
“The elephant.  I loved Zitka.  I would hang out around her all the time.  I used to help wash her down and we would play all the time.  I visited the circus a few years ago… she still remembered me,” he finished quietly.
Marinette moved to cuddle closer to him.  “That sounds amazing and if she still remembered you, you must have really been important to her too.”
Dick tightened her arm around her and looked down at her. He traced the lines of her face with his eyes, memorizing every curve and plane.  He started to lean down towards her and suddenly cocked his head to the side halting his progress.  A sly smile formed on his lips and he jumped up.  He turned, bowing at the waist and offered his hand to Marinette.  “May I have this dance?”
Marinette giggled at him finally noticing the change in music. The circus music had been replaced by a slow, romantic song.  She placed her hand in his and let him help her off of the couch and into his waiting arms. “This one and all the ones after,” she answered sweetly.
Dick’s smile became awed.  He leaned closer to her ear as they swayed together.  “Promise?” he whispered.
Marinette bit her lip and looked up at him through half lidded eyes. She nodded shyly, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden.  Dick had been the one to reveal so much about himself and yet it felt like she was the one exposed, his honesty pulling out her emotions to lay bare.
Dick kept one arm around her waist but brought the other up to cup her face and slowly run his thumb over her cheek.  He stared in her eyes, unable to look away from her tender, loving gaze.  It took him a few moments to remember how to move his mouth to form words.  He took a breath and licked his dry lips. “Marinette, I lo…”  The distinctive romance killing chime sounded from his phone interrupting his next words.  Dick looked up at the ceiling with an aggravated, frustrated groan. “Seriously?”  He took a deep breath and looked back at Marinette. “I’m sorry.  I have to… I’m sorry.  I’ll be right back.”  He walked into the other room to take the call.
Marinette took the time to fan her hot, flushed face.  That man was going to be the death of her. Her eye caught on the poster he had pulled out earlier.  She reached out and touched the poster, running her hands over the figures in it. A warm smile spread across her lips at knowing more about Dick’s parents and a plan started forming.
“I’m so sorry,” Dick sighed coming back into the room meekly.
Marinette could tell from the guilty look on his face he didn’t mean just the phone call.  Her shoulders slumped in defeat.  “How long will you be gone?”
Dick sighed heavily and pulled her with him as he leaned against the arm of the couch.  “I’m not sure.  A couple days at least.”  He wrapped his arms around her, settling her between his legs and laid his head on hers. “Less than a week,” remorse was heavy in his voice.
Marinette nodded weakly.  “And when do you leave?”
“Tomorrow morning.  Early.  I’ll have to pack tonight.”  He sighed heavily again.  “I’m so sorry.  I wouldn’t go if I didn’t think it was important, but it really is.  I have to go.  I’m sorry I’m leaving you with this mess.  Feel free to leave it all until I get back.”
Marinette nodded and gave him an unconvincing smile.  “It’s okay.  It’s work right?  You have to go.  Timing sucks, but it isn’t like you have a choice.  At least we’ll get to spend our first night here together.  And I’ll have Adrien come over and help.”
Dick’s semblance of a brave face fell away.  He pulled her deeper into his arms and held her as closely as he could, nuzzling into her and committing her calming smell to memory. He hated the Court of Owls.  Everything about them destroyed his life.  He did not want to go.  He wanted to spend their first nights living together, together.  That was one of the primary benefits of moving in together, the babies, but also because he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible.  And it was a way to ensure she actually slept instead of working through the night on designing or sleeping in a chair at her studio.  
Instead, she was going to be spending her nights alone and he’d have to have one of his brothers check on her.  She was going to have to unpack on her own and have Adrien come and help her.  He felt like he was abandoning her.  He should be doing those things not them.  But he couldn’t not go.  He had to go.  He needed to stop the Court before whatever their plan was could go into fruition.
He felt a bump against his elbow and looked down. Kismet was rubbing against him to get in on the hug.  He smiled at the interruption.  Well, not completely alone.  She would always have her black cat to watch out for her.  Marinette chuckled and picked up the kitten.  “Feeling left out, little one?”  She lightly scratched between her eyes and brought her into their embrace.  “Why don’t we spend tonight eating take out and cuddling on the couch instead of unpacking? I’d rather spend my time with you in your arms than unpacking.”
Dick grinned at her, kissing her temple.  “I like that idea.  I’ll order, you pick the show.”
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Has he mentioned he hated the Court of Owls?  Six days investigating for one paltry lead.  Six days away from Marinette and their new apartment.  Six days he left her to unpack all on her own.  He was already a shit roommate and partner.  He was going to have to make this up to her, yet again.  He knew she was excited to move in with him and he felt like he needed to prove to her that it was the right choice.  It was a good decision.  He was a good decision.
He fumbled with his keys, finally finding the right one.  He smirked as a thought came to him.  He opened the door.  “Honey, I’m… home,” he finished lightly.  A gasp left his lips.  
Marinette walked into the room in a beautiful baby doll dress that accentuated her breasts and hung lightly over her baby bump.  “Is that noise for the dinner, the apartment, or me?”
Dick took in the sight of the fully decorated apartment, delicious smelling dinner, and enticing girlfriend and could only nod dumbfounded, completely unsure which one to address first.  “When did…”
Marinette giggled nervously.  “If you don’t like anything, we can change it,” she rushed to assure him.  “I didn’t know if you would appreciate decorating with me or having it done when you got home more, so I guessed.”
“Marinette…” he looked around taking in more of the details.  There were pictures and designs from Marinette’s childhood and friends mixed in with items from Dick’s life and childhood. “Marinette this is amazing.”
Marinette let out a long sigh of relief.  “Oh thank God.”  She looked around proudly.  “I can’t take all the credit.  Or most of it actually.  I did all the accessories and the stuff on the walls but… a few days after you left Bruce showed up with a bunch of painters, moving men, and furniture.”
Dick sighed again.  “Yeah, that sounds like Bruce.  Mari, do you like the furniture?”
Marinette gave him a reassuring smile.  “I love it.  Your family was conspiring behind our backs.  You know you said to go ahead and find nursery furniture I liked?” Dick nodded.  “I went looking with Tim and Duke.  While we were out Tim kept asking about my style.  He must be amazing in negotiations.  I didn’t even realize he was pumping me for information until Bruce showed up with the colors and furniture.  He assured me it was a mix of my style and yours, but if we didn’t like it he paid extra for them to come and switch it out.” Dick sighed again.  “I tried to deny it and not accept, but he wouldn’t let me.”
Dick shook his head and kissed her cheek.  “No, this is Bruce’s housewarming present for us.  It’s how he shows he cares and is happy for us.  Honestly, he tamed it down from what I expected him to try, probably out of respect for you, knowing how you would react.”
“This is tame?” Marinette exclaimed.
“If he thought you’d accept it, he probably would have bought us an entire house and furnished it.  And with the twins coming, it probably would have been a manor near his so he could visit more often.  Or try to convince you to move us into the manor.”  He lowered his voice in a fairly good imitation of Bruce, “There’s more than enough space and I know Alfred would love to hear the sounds of little feet running around the manor again.”
Marinette giggled and pulled his attention back to her again.  “So you really like it?”  Dick nodded still looking at the pictures.  “I asked Alfred for some pictures.  He had a bunch.  We went through quite a few.” She gave him a secretive smile.
Dick groaned.  “Oh God, how bad did it get?”
“Well, I’ve officially decided you suck.  You never had an awkward stage.  You just went right from adorable to cute to hot to sexy.  It isn’t fair.”
He chuckled and turned away pretending to examine more pictures while he hid his blush.  “So Alfred provided the pictures, Bruce provided the furniture, Tim supplied the intel.” He looked back at her with a smile.  “Sounds like a family affair.”
Marinette shook her head.  “You have no idea.  You’ve only seen the living room.”
Dick whipped his head around.  “There’s more?”
Marinette grimaced slightly.  “Tim did more than get intel.  He went ahead and bought all my favorite nursery furniture I marked to show you.  Duke was collecting the tags for everything while Tim distracted me.  The entire apartment is fully stocked.  Bruce bought the furniture.  Alfred provided the pictures and talked with my parents and together told Bruce which kitchen supplies to get.  Steph and Cass helped me pick out accessories and baby clothes.  We had a few girl’s nights while you were gone.  I suspect you told them not to let me work too late,” she narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously.  Dick gave her his best unconvincing innocent look.  
“Anyway, Tim provided the intel and bought the nursery furniture.  He was surprisingly insightful in helping to select a glider we could sit in for hours at a time.  Duke and Adrien helped set up the cribs and other nursery furniture. Jason provided a full library of books, from baby books to books they’ll like when they’re a bit older.  It was a complete family affair.  They were all really helpful and sweet.”
“Except Damian,” Dick added sadly.
“I just haven’t gotten to him yet,” Marinette assured him with a bright smile. “Bruce hired the painters and chose the colors for the entire apartment, made sure I approved before they painted, for everything but the nursery.  The nursery was all me… and Damian and Barbara.  Want to see it?”  He eyed her suspiciously, but nodded.  She took his hand and guided him back, the excitement in her smile rubbed off on him. His smile widened as large as hers. She took a deep breath and opened the nursery door.
Dick gasped and took a few unsteady steps into the room.  He looked around unable to take in all the details so he focused on the biggest things, the paintings on the wall.  Behind the cribs, acting like headboards, there were circus tents, the tops of the tents extending above the cribs.  One pained in red and white stripes, the other pained in blue and white stripes.  On the opposite wall were the extremely wide, completely full bookshelf and glider. Above it was a painting of trapeze artists in Flying Grayson colors mid-flight.  On the third wall were the dressers and above them were framed original posters of the Flying Graysons, Haley’s Circus, and Zitka.  In the corner were ropes hanging down and a board linking them high up with a few bird stuffies placed on it.
He stumbled over to the cribs in a daze looking in.  The sheets had elephants on them and in them were stuffed elephants.  Later he would notice the robins and bluebirds flying above the tents and the ladybug, bee, fox, turtle, and cat poking out between the furniture, but currently, he could barely take in the big things, let alone the details. Marinette came up behind him to wrap her arms around him, as much as her protruding belly would allow her to. “Barbara tracked down the posters and found a bunch of reference images.  I sketched kind of what I wanted and Damian and I painted it together.” She left out his reasoning that this was for Grayson, not her.  He deserved something nice to look at and while her sketching may be adequate for her needs, her artistic ability was extremely lacking.  But he did it, so Marinette was taking that as a win.  “Selina bought a lot of the baby toys and bouncers as well as toys for Kismet.  Adrien tag-teamed with Steph, Cass, and Jason to force me to bed at a reasonable time so I didn’t stay up all night sewing the elephants.  The entire family got together to help.  They all banded together to work on it.”
She smiled up at him and wiped away his tears that were spilling out.  He picked her up and hugged her so tightly, it was bordering on dangerous for her.  God, he loved this woman so much.  This was perfect.  Everything about this was perfect.  She was perfect.  He didn’t deserve her, but he sure as hell was going to do everything in his power to change that and protect her and their family.
Chapter 19
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batfam-rewrites · 3 years
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Batfam During Quarantine: Crazy Little Thing Called Love
Bruce: So I have Dick giving Damian the talk in the next room.
Harper: Is that the best choice. Having the person who has had the most sexual partners explain that to a 14 year old.
Bruce: I thought of that, but then I thought Jason would be very explicit, the rest of you aren’t mature enough...
Tim: What the fuck! I am much more mature than Dick!
Bruce: Hold on! My last point is that he has a giant sweet spot for Damian, so he is going to sugar coat every detail.
Dick: *plays Prince’s I Wanna Be Your Lover*
Bruce: NOOOOO!!!! *runs into the room and drags Dick out by the ear*
Dick: OUCH, OUCH, OUCHIEEE! BRUCE!
Bruce: I thought you could handle this!
Dick: I can, I’m teaching him about the birds and bees while introducing him to one of the greatest artists of all time.
Bruce: NO PRINCE!!!
Dick: FINE!!! *walks back in and plays Marvin Gaye’s Sexual Healing*
Bruce: DICK!!!!!!
Jason: I’m on it. *pulls out his guns and opens the door* TURN THE MUSIC OFF NOW DICKWAD!!!
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Jason: *jumps onto his bed*
Dick: *opens Jason’s door* Hey Jason! Want to play Rock Hero with us?
Jason: No Dickwad!
Dick: Kk. See ya! *shuts the door*
Jason: Good riddance.
Harper: *opens the door and walks in* Hey Jason!
Jason: Jesus! Does anyone knock in this house! I could have been fucking naked!
Harper: You know what, never mind! I’ll leave you to whatever you were going to do! *slowly walks away*
Jason: No! No! Not like that!
Harper: Suuuurreee!
Jason: Get your head out of the gutter!
Harper: Hey, I won’t say anything, just lock your door next time! *shuts Jason’s door*
Jason: EVEN IF THAT WAS WHAT WAS HAPPENING IT’S A NATURAL THING!!! EVERYBODY DOES IT!!! *walks over to the door and locks it, then turns on his tv*
Tim: *knocks on the door* Jason, where’s my cape??
Jason: *opens the door slightly* I wouldn’t fucking know! Go away! *slams the door and starts dressing into his Red Hood costume*
Damian: *knocks on the door*
Jason: *opens the door with a box of Reese’s Puffs* What demon seed?
Damian: Give me back my Reese’s Puffs, Todd!!!
Jason: I don’t know what you’re talking about! This is my box! *finished eating the box of cereal and walks through the house towards the study*
Damian: I NEED MY CHOCOLATEY PEANUT BUTTERY CEREAL!!!! GET ME A NEW BOX!!!!!
Jason: You know how to drive, get it yourself! *moves the hands of the grandfather clock and enters the batcave*
Damian: Father won’t let me.
Jason: Boo hoo. What would you ever do. It’s not like you have a brother who will literally do anything if you give him a hug or another one who you could annoy into getting you some. 
Damian: THEY DIDN’T EAT MY REESE’S PUFFS!!!! YOU DID!!!
Jason: You have no proof that I did. *throws the box away* Now piss off! I’m going on patrol! *hops onto his motorcycle and drives to his safe house*
Jason: *opens the door*
Damian: Liar!
Jason: AHHH!!! SON OF A BITCH GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!
Damian: GET ME MY REESE’S PUFFS!!!!!
Jason: FINE!
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Dick: You know, I wish I had a friend named Jen!
Stephanie: Why?
Dick: So I could make them a Jen and tonic.
Tim: Why’d you ask?
Stephanie: I was expecting a serious answer.
Tim: Dick? Serious? When is he ever serious?
Dick: It’s like a switch, I can turn it on and off!
Tim: Then be serious!
Dick: I don’t wanna!
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Red Robin: Okay so Dami. There’s this duck.
Robin: WHERE!!! *gasp* Is he supposed to be a secret?
Red Robin: Uhhhh..... sure. I’ll tell you where he’s at later. Anyway, this duck will eventually reach the point where it will learn to fly and see other animals. It’ll see some monkeys, wolfs, bears, snakes, and and so on. Now at some point the duck will want to meet one, or multiple animals, and get....*clears throat* physical with the other animals. In some cases it could be another bird, or the duck might want to get physical with a bird and another animal.
Robin: Oh! I see where you’re going with this!
Red Robin: You do?!
Robin: Yeah! Now let’s go stop some super sick people pinning a free for all match with those animals.
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Tim: SOMEONE TOOK ACE!!!!!
Stephanie: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!!!!
Damian: I’ll tell you what we are going to do. We’re going to hunt this sucker down and break every single one of his fingers and toes. Then we’re going to CASTRATE HIM, TIE HIS BODY TO A STRETCHING RACK AND STRETCH HIS BODY UNTIL HIS BONES BREAK!!!!!!!!!
Stephanie: Okay, I’m pretty sure what you said was threatening, but with how high pitched your voice gets when you’re angry and how chubby your cheeks are you look like a chipmunk!
Damian: I WILL KILL ANYONE WHO STANDS IN MY WAY!!!
Tim: *on the floor rolling* OMG.... STOP...... IT’S TOO FUNNY!
Later that day
Robin: *kicks the guy who stole Ace in the chest* I WILL RIP YOUR HEAD OFF!!!!!!
Thug: *coughs* Who brought a *cough* giant chipmunk to a gun *cough* fight?
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Blue Bird and Spoiler: *crashes through the top window of the building and takes out a few of Riddler’s henchman*
Riddler: With potent, flowery words speak I, of something common, vulgar, dry; I weave webs of pedantic prose, in effort to befuddle those, who think I while time away, in lofty things, above all day practical I may not be, but life, it seems, is full of me! Who am I?
Spoiler: Assface Dickwad!
Riddler: You all suck!
Blue Bird: And you have the right to remain silent!
Riddler: You’d have to catch me first! *starts running*
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Dick: Okay, so I just found this new app called 3-D gym men, and is so cool!!! LOOK AT THIS RINGS ROUTINE I JUST MADE!!!!
Duke: Oh no! SOME ONE STOP HIM BEFORE HE TURNS INTO SUPER GYMNAST NERD!
Jason: *tackles Dick*
Dick: OUCH!
Tim: *walks in the room* Hey guys, I just got this gymnastics app and it is so DAMN AMAZING!!!!! THANK YOU FOR THE SUGGESTION DICK!!!!
Stephanie: Oh my god it's contagious!!!!! EVERYBODY LOCK THEM IN A ROOM!!!!!
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Duke: Where the hell are my eskrima sticks?
Dick: I can’t find mine either.
Cassandra: Anyone seen like 30 batarangs that I had in my room.
Duke: Nope.
Dick: Nada.
Tim: I’ve been missing my cape for a few days now!
Jason: *walks by*
Dick: JASON!!!!
Cassandra: GIVE US BACK OUR STUFF!!!!!
Jason: YOU CAN’T PROVE SHIT!!!!
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Jason: IT’S TIME FOR THE FIRST EVER BATMAN-OFF!!! PERSON WHO DOES THE BEST BATMAN IMPERSONATION WINS. WITH OUR JUDGES, BRUCE, SELINA, ALFRED, JULIA, AND CULLEN!!!
Stephanie: I’m Batman!
Jason: The judges are writing their scores, and Steph gets a 22. Nice try.
Tim: Criminals, by nature, are a cowardly and superstitious lot.
Jason: And the judges give Tim a 31. Currently in first!!!
Duke: I’m not wearing hockey pads!!
Jason: The judges give a drum roll please! A 29!
Dick: Nope, but be careful Robin. They’re wearing sunglasses at night. Which means they are very, very cool.
Jason: I think I speak for all of us when I say that gets a 0.
Dick: Hey you never said which Batman. I think I should get a 50. That is spot on Batman.
Bruce: Disqualified.
Damian: I thought you’d be younger.
Jason: And Dami gets a 31. Tied.
Cassandra: *drops down from the second floor and lands on the floor* Grrrrrrr.
Selina: And we have a winner!
Bruce: I don’t sound like that!
Alfred: Yes you do!
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Blue Bird: Hey, my dad is calling. Orphan, you answer the phone.
Orphan: Okay. *answers the phone* Hello, Harper isn’t here right now, would you like me to find her?
Harper’s Dad: Yes, please!
Orphan: Okay, let me put you on hold *sings the Mii channel theme*
Orphan: *taking a breath* Blue Bird, your dad wants to talk to you. *goes back to singing*
Blue Bird: Obviously I can’t. We’re on a stakeout.
Orphan: Okay, *stops singing* I’m sorry for having you on hold for so long. I can not find Harper so I would assume she is currently online with her class! I am sure though she will either call you or text you at your earliest convenience. I mean her earliest convenience.
Harper’s Dad: Okay.
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Bruce: Okay, so Alfred, you did such a great job with me...
Alfred: Master Bruce, it’s time we had a talk.
Bruce: Yes! I agree, you should give the talk to Damian.
Alfred: No! When you were entering puberty, I was very nervous what to say. I knew that it might have been the last thing on your mind but I knew it was going to come up at some point. So I sat you down and had the talk with you. Now it has come the time for you to do the same to Master Damian.
Bruce: Damn you and your parenthood logic. Should hire a tutor for this crap. *knocks on Damian’s door* Hey, Damian, it’s time we’ve had the talk.
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What happens when passive aggressiveness becomes the safe choice?  Tom Forrester
This past Olympics if you were watching NBC you might have wondered if anyone replaced Marta Karolyi as the head of the United States Women’s Gymnastics program.  After all in pervious cycles the famously controlling ‘evil genius’ of American gymnastics was a constant fixture in the narrative of US WAG (women’s artistic gymnastics).  The person holding her former position, now named the High Performance Coordinator, is a long time coach named Tom Forrester.  And he did everything he could to avoid the public eye.  You might think that’s a good thing given the organizations past ... but let me tell you about Forrester’s tenure in the job.
Forrester was named after Valeri Liukin (father of Nastia and a former Soviet gold medalist himself) who briefly held the position stepped down after interviews with former gymnasts raised issues about emotional abuse and weight shaming.  Forrester was a ‘safe’ pick as he was an elite coach but hadn’t been involved deeply in the national program for years.  HIs last high level gymnast was in the 1990s and he seemed free of baggage.  And like fashion trends that should never come back that 1990s drama turned out to haunt the program.
But at first Forrester was well liked enough.  He gave some interviews and answered questions on social media, though that stopped soon enough after people criticized that he didn’t seem to understand the Olympic Qualification path for individuals (the path that Jade Carey would take that would lead to her Olympic Gold on Floor but not as part of the US team).  But mostly he was celebrated largely for simply being inoffensive--because being inoffensive wasn’t an easy quality to find among potential candidates for this job.
But troubling signs started to show up:  American women were receiving deductions (or not receiving credit) internationally that they weren’t receiving at home.  That is partly on US domestic judging but it’s part of the job of the HPD to help athletes and their coaches tailor their compositions to the international judges.  His hands off approach meant no one had guidance.   After 2019 Junior Worlds he said, “We definitely learned that dance elements are being weighed heavier than tumbling elements.”  Except... that’s not something he should be learning at championships.  This is like a soccer coach who is unfamiliar with the off side rules and who thinks that his players and their personal trainers should figure it out for themselves.
Spoiler, he didn’t learn on the dance elements thing because that was one of the things the American women were hammered on in Tokyo.  
But for someone holding a job in an organization hammered with an ongoing abuse scandal I think there is a worse manifestation of his refusal to make decisions.  Maggie Haney, former coach of of 2016 Olympian Laurie Hernandez was under investigation for horrific verbal abuse and being sued by one of her former athletes a top US Tokyo hopeful Riley McCusker who was stricken with Rhabdo.  Rhabdo is the kind of injury in gymnastics that you immediately blame on the coach because it is their job to manage their athletes training. While Haney was under investigation/being sued for her treatment of Hernandez and McCusker both athletes were going to US National Team camps under Forrester.  And so was Haney.
Though his wife on facebook (because why take accountability by speaking to the press normally) it was said that Forrester had stepped in between Haney and McCusker in the past but his hands were tied because Haney’s current athlete had a right to have the coach of her choice at the camp.  Except... that’s not true.  Hernandez and McCusker both had a right, codified in US Safe Sport rules, not to have her there.  So it’s either he doesn’t know the rules for coaches under investigation anymore than he understands the code or he does and doesn’t want to be involved in a confrontation.  Haney has since been given the longest suspension ever handed down in US Gymnastics that was not a permanent ban.
As an aside, talking through his wife on Facebook has resulted in some truly unprofessional comments from her which no one has the authority to hold him accountable for because she’s not officially involved in the team.  Neat trick that.
The most high profile part of his job though is guiding and selecting the Olympic Team and as the build up for trials started there were signs that that 1990s drama was going to come back to haunt the American women.  See it’s very common in gymnastics for top gymnasts to petition to trials or onto teams because you want to give those athletes time to recover from injuries and send the strongest teams.  This can be very controversial as those gymnasts who are by any measure not as strong compared to a healthy petitioner feel aggrieved about being passed over.  
In 1996 the petitioners were Shannon Miller and Dominique Moceanu, Miller was already a multiple Olympic and world championship medalist and would be the only member of the Magnificent Seven to win an individual gold medal in Atlanta.  Moceanu was the current national champion.  They were always going to make the team as the two best gymnasts in the country.  In a history of controversies involving petitions this was the least controversial case ever.  Unfortunately for the future... the gymnasts past over were coached by Tom Forrester and he has been holding onto that bitterness at the “unfairness” ever since.
This year there was only one petition accepted to trials, and it was a gymnast that wasn’t very likely to make the team given her injury status.  Two former world champions (though one is ... slightly less straight forward story) were denied.  Forrester told an NBC film crew after trials that one of those gymnasts had to place a certain way on two events at nationals to have her petition accepted.  She posted on twitter ‘news to me’.  Because she had never been told.
At trials the US Olympic team was named in rank order from the all around even though the highest team score would have meant selecting a team based on who was strongest on which events.  When asked about this he said “it’s not going to come down to a few tenths”.  Because of course his strategy was “we have Simone Biles so we will win.”  
And that’s totally not something that might contribute to the incredible stress placed on Biles that might have consequences in Tokyo... nahhh... that will be fine.  But perhaps the most insidious part of his behavior was answering criticism of his decisions (if you can say following a spread sheet is a decision) is that he has used the language and words of Nassar survivors to justify himself.  You want athlete centered, this is it, your welcome.  I thought we didn’t care about medals anymore?  Well... the organization shouldn’t.  But it’s specifically your job to care about medals a little bit.  And it’s not like this behavior has been super great for the athletes.
But for me the most damning thing he has done was that after Simone Biles had to withdraw from the team final in Tokyo.  After the remaining members had to perform on events they weren’t expecting to do and managed to pull out a silver medal as three people competing with teams of four... he wasn’t at the press conference.  He left those young women to face the world media alone.  
Because who needs leadership?
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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years
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Total Flirt
Jason Todd x Reader
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Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!
“could you do 28 from the prompt list ("are you flirting with me?" "thank god you finally noticed") with jason todd??” 
LINK TO PROMPTS  -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!
I wanted to do a reader works with Dick and Jason finds her but I hated the idea of writing as cop right now so we are saying fuck canon Dick Grayson is a child gymnastics teacher! Idea courtesy of the Batfam Support Group Discord!!! The people are so amazing and kind and supportive it’s crazy - any batfam artists and writers need to join asap!
“Yes you did it!” you cheered, reaching to high-five Quinton, the eight year old who just mastered his standing back tuck. The beaming child threw himself into your arms then proceeded to do another jump. Letting him go get some water and a quick break you moved over to help Dick who was trying to convince a beginner that standing on a beam two inches off the ground wasn’t scary. Together, with coaxing words, she got on the beam and begun taking her first steps forward. 
Between the two successes and many other wins and losses, it was an unbelievably long day. As your final classes finished you joined Dick in rolling up mats and cleaning up some of the loose chalk. With a sigh you moved on to your shared office and began wiping down boards and rewriting tomorrow’s schedule. “Long day?” a familiar voice jumped you out of your own thoughts. Whipping your head to the voice, you saw Dick’s friend Jason Todd. Occasionally he would pick Dick up for “nightly activities” which you assumed meant a relationship. The two bantered like a married couple, Dick always mothering Todd, who was a bit of a loose cannon and an intense flirt. You couldn’t really figure out the relationship between the two, and part of it was because of the way Jason talked to (and about) you. 
You remembered the last time he picked Dick up. You had a late night private lesson with Dick’s younger brother Damian. The kid was untrained but crazy talented and strong. Dick begged you to teach him because he wouldn’t listen to Dick and usually ended up threatening his older brother with sharp objects. So, after a long night of explaining that you were a gymnast not skilled fighter and trying to show the boy basic gym skills he’d missed in previous “training” you went to grab Dick from the back where he was cleaning mat covers. To your surprise, Jason was there too. Not being much help he leaned against a shipment of foam cubes complaining about something to Dick. His eyes shot up when you walked in, his face easily falling into his usual smirk. As you walked closer you noticed his eyes fall down your figure, slowly raising again to meet your eyes with no shame. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, wondering if you had a stain on your shirt you brushed him off, turning to Dick. “Hey D your lil bro is done, I think he learned something hopefully so let me know if you need another” Dick nodded and looked over to Damian.  Eyes widening he sprung up, “Damian NO!” and he took after Damian who you couldn’t sworn had a literal sword, but it was late. “So y/n got plans tonight?” Jason cocked his head grinning at you. “Oh not really, gonna go home and relax. Maybe pickup some dinner” you shrugged, confused as to why Jason was interested in you. Before he could reply Dick was calling Jason over, J looked annoyed to be pulled from you but he left before you could figure out what his goals were that night.
One of your favorite Jason-themed memories was when he took a lesson with you after he lost what seemed to be an intense bet. He said he’d had training when he was younger but you could tell now his skill had frozen over and been replaced with a reckless need to complete whatever he’s assigned no matter what. Reckless. After going over the necessity behind a perfect back handspring and letting him practice on the bounce track he was ready for the mats. Somehow he got turned around (?) and ended up flipping on to you, the two of you landing with him on top of you, arms cased next to your shoulder. Being just inches away from Jason was breathtaking, neither moving out of the other’s presence for just a second longer than you should’ve. Snapping out of his trance, you moved to get up and he hopped off of you. At the end of the lesson he went to leave, not before turning around saying “I think I’ll have to take more lessons if it means your there to catch me y/n” and with a wink he left, leaving you confused, but excited.
Now he was in the same relaxed position against the wall in your office. “God Jason you scared me! Yeah it was long, I guess I’m just gonna go relax, the usual” the butterflies appeared again, you smiled trying to peak over to Dick to see if he was coming towards the office. Jason filled you in, “uh Dick doesn’t know I’m here” he gestured to the back door which you could’ve sworn was locked. “Oh uh, are you surprising him?” you closed the door leaving just you and Jason alone. Again his eyes cascaded down and back up, no smirk this time. He looked sincere and slightly nervous, but after the second of doubt he wiped it off with a grin. “I’m here for you gorgeous” he started towards you with a wink, closing the distance between you in a few strides.
Then it all made sense.
The late nights where he picked up Dick but always tried to talk to you, comments on your skill and how great you were, and the stolen glances he was always taking: Jason liked you. Unable to contain the revelation; you placed your hand on his chest, looking up at him. “Have you been flirting with me?” you questioned, and he let out a relieved sigh. “Thank GOD you finally noticed!” he grinned. Shocked you were excited that he’d taken a liking to you, he was totally cute, your age, type, way taller than you, not to mention ripped and- “mph” as thoughts raced about how totally hot he was you didn’t realize Jason leaning down, closing the distance between your lips. Smiling into the kiss you bunched up his shirt, pulling him closer to you. Fitting together perfectly, his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you sweetly. 
“There’s no mission this time is there” you gasped, pulling away from Jason to see Dick leaning against the office door. Sheepishly you slid out of Jason’s grasp, his hand moving to the small of your back. “Sorry D I came for y/n this time” Jason grinned while Dick rolled his eyes. “Whatever I’m going home” Dick smiled at you and gave Jason a glare. “I don’t care if you’re my brother I’ll beat you up if you mess this one up” Dick quipped before leaving. “Trust me I know this is special” Jason retorted as Dick walked away, grabbing your hand and giving it a tug. 
The two of you somehow made it back to Jason’s apartment. It was messy but it was warm and comforting. Seated on his couch the two of you questioned each other about your lives, the feeling of just being in the other’s presence just felt right. “So, what did Dick mean by ‘another mission’ is that where you guys go cuz I just thought you were dating or something” you admitted, and Jason was stuck somewhere between a grimace, embarrassment, and laughter. “Well obviously he’s my adoptive brother not secret lover, that’s an easy one. And mission is something we do with our family, it’s boring but I can tell you about it later if you stick around” seeing as it was your first “date” on his couch you let it rest, happy to finally understand the relationship between the brothers. 
“I think I’ll definitely be sticking around” you grinned, scooting over to give him a quick peck. With the grin that continued to give you butterflies, he squeezed your hand. “I think I’d like that princess”
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hi! this is long as shit i’m sorry. i hope it makes sense. i ahve adhd and like 5 million learning disorders so this is just word vomit cos there’s so many words in my brain. my b.
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i’ve had such a tough day so thank you for replying and sharing! @yeedak​ 
i was thinking about what i wrote and i meant to clarify that as well. some cases are fine for both parties and it’s not like you weren’t consenting and it seems like you were happy! same with my friend who was dating a 20 yr old. if they’re happy you know i’ll clown on ‘em but yea. so for anyone that sees these posts your relationship with your partner who is older or whatever. i’m some dumb girl on the internet okay. ill side eye older ppl tho
i think a lot of people feel the same way you do now (me included.) it feels really good at the time but alter we can see the dynamics playing out. i’m 29 now and i think aging is just such a huge process. it’s wild how you at 31 are a totally different person, right?
and the US racism is probably some of the worst ever in its iteration because of slavery which started from europe etc but USA is so fucking unique bc of columbus bringing slaves here and displacing indigenous peoples or hispanola and because america is so influential the way it views race, particularly with black people as objects, has so deeply permeated into the current historical psyche globally. it’s fascinating to track how necessary anti blackness is to the flourishing of america but also the world at this point. also want to point out how fuckign scary sinophobia is here especially for covid. one is a straight historical line (black ppl + the US) and the other had to be manufactured and to continue to exploit the non-white americans and keep antiblackness in tact.i could go on about this all day. the pain of this place is immense.yet as bad as it is here, this is still the only place i truly feel safe as a black person. because of the unique experience we have in america and through the diaspora especially because we are veyr much ocncentrated here. it would be nice to like move to norway and have some alleviation financially or get free healthcare it’s just not feasible if no one looks like me. it’s fucking tough. 
i hope you don’t hate it here though and people treat you with respect. but as you know being a woman and jewish and an immigrant....shit is tough. the USA is a hellhole. :( america is so deeply tainted and desperately bad because it was founded on strife and blood and there’s no way to reverse that and what this country did in turn when it gained enough power and could capitalize off of the colonial forefathers. this is why we hsould all luv revolution!!!
HOWMEVERRRR 
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boy oh boy oh BOY OH BOYYYYYYYY. well wlecome to the world of BL lmao especially as an adult with some obviously deep perspective just given your background. it is a fucking mess and it’s a hard mess to like but it pulls you in. i approach it like i do with soap operas since these are essentially telenovelas, you know? just like the drama at a billion. but the tricky part of that is like....what parts of it do we understand for critiquing? because so many of the shows are so bad at being like good pieces of things to look at just production wise and story wise. but i feel like these shows ask us to take them seriously, so why shouldn’t we take the content seriously? and this is being primarily peddled to young girls. 
i bring this up often but i read this thing about yaoi and the interest younger women/girls have in BL and its fascination with pederasty essentially. this component i think is key when we talk about who gets affected by these things the most. society in general is bad 4 girls bla bla we know lmao but in “more sexually conservative” societies it may be harder for these girls to feel safe even expressing normal emotions romantically and sexually and particularly with guys. some people hypothesized, and i think i agree with this hypothesis, that they can live through the casualness of BL. they don’t feel threatened because they can put themselves into the shoes of the other character. oftentimes, the more feminine or the younger. this was in conjunction with the age gap aspect (they say pederasty as well because there’s unethical age gaps that r gross and that is indeed what we would at least call a touch of sexual abuse if people dont feel like calling it an obsession with youth and power and uhhh young ppl and perhaps kids) where maybe girls could see themselves in these situations as the person being saved, loved, taken care of, and sadly also sexually active and penetrated. 
i think that’s just one aspect of it but i do think there’s validity in who gravitates towards it. i cannot imagine seeing this stuff and not getting enough information as a young kid, i sure as fuck know i didn’t!, and seeing these things and you look at it with 0 critique because you’re young and you may have no interest in it or you simply cannot understand what is wrong. no one is teaching you these things and these shows confirm it. and it is wild how intrinsic patriarchy is to BL although in its existence it also can’t be in line with patriarchy given the nature of two [cis] men!
it begs the question about the replacement aspect. is it just so girls can put themselves in these characters shoes? if so then that means we believe that gender is so interchangeable within our relationships and interactions and that doesn’t seem right. there’s more to lgbtq+ than just existing; it’s finding ways to communicate, finding a family, safety, your people, being a free person. there’s a lot to gain and a lot a lot to lose. and a gay man is also not a woman because those are also two distinct experiences.  especially in societies that have a more hidden aspect to sexuality (idk how to word this bc the BL industry would NEVER survive in america but in a way there’s a more “progressive” look at homosexuality but it’s still fucked up because we live in a Society, you know? at the same time look at what we are doing to trans kids. literally waging war so it’s bonkers how we all collectively have some real progress happening but at the same time not at all. the concept of ‘ladyboys’ and the frequency we see trans people in thai shows is wild and something that we absolutely do not see here in the US. still, none of these groups feel safe or are getting better material conditions in either place. we just show the ways we can try and tolerate oppression witout eliminating it imo)
to me it is clear: it’s money. which most things exist to make money so. but also who is the audience for these shows? and they have to market towards them. all that said all hope is not lost there are some decent shows. it’s just like regular media on TV though where it’s so fucking saturated as an industry that it’s literally sifting through garbage. and there are some days when you can handle the trash and others where it really fucking hurts to watch the violence, the rape, the manipulation, the violations, the stupid messaging. i have never seen more people trying to do mental gymnastics and seeing if things were “technically rape” than in teh BL fandom and that is so fucking sad.
i came into these shows at 28 with almost 0 clue of what as media BL was like esp as media that countries can use as soft power with the revenue. but i realize like...i’m 29 now and so many people don’t have a sizeable, though not huge, amount of life experience. and i wonder for people on the internet who are usually searching for something if they spend so much time on it like what a 15 year old girl thinks. what a 20 year old girl thinks. 
it is incredibly problematic and so awful but there’s also some rewards. if you haven’t i would definitely watch i told sunsset about you which i don’t think i’m going to finish and i doubt i’ll watch the second installment (watch this be a lie) but when i say some fucking impeccable storytelling and art? phew. now that is a fucking piece of media that works. it takes from moonlight heavily and you can see like...the artistic dedication is there and the story makes its world and sets up its stakes extremely well. 
i think because this is marketed towards much younger people too they know they dont have to try as hard. but they SHOULD because then you can have a fucking masterpiece like that. i think even this prolific gay thai filmmaker (who is like solidly against the government) who is so respected (and who i like a lot! if u wanna know i can tell u lmao but the films are very uhhhhhhhh “artsy”) would like i told sunset about you. i wish more people had budget like that and also just cared about the stories. it’s the fucking magic of art to figure out what you can do but there is very little incentive honestly. idk i am very pessimistic. there are days when it’s really a great pick me up and distraction but it is never a place i would love for to feel seen or heard but i’m more of the mind of i never trust the mainstream until they prove me wrong ;) 
or i never trust the mainstream and i still buy into it anyway and then cry when i don’t like what i see adn i yell “BOO GET OFF THE STAGE!” when an old man won’t leave a teenager alone
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03.  Apache - Craig Smith (Maitreya Kali)  - Color Fantasy - 3.50
Craig Vincent Smith (April 25, 1945 – March 16, 2012) was an American musician, songwriter and actor. He began his career in the 1960s playing pop and Folk music, and appearing on The Andy Williams Show. Smith wrote several songs that were recorded by successful artists of the time including Glen Campbell, The Monkees, and Andy Williams. After experimenting with drugs while travelling on the hippie trail, he suffered mental health problems which worsened over time. He released two solo albums, Apache and Inca, in the early 1970s under the names Maitreya Kali and Satya Sai Maitreya Kali. After spending nearly three years in prison for assaulting his mother, he spent the majority of the next 35 years homeless.
Early and personal life. Smith was born in Los Angeles, the son of Charles "Chuck" Smith and Marguerite "Carole" Smith (née Lundquist). His father was a descendant of gospel songwriter Charles H. Gabriel. His mother was of Swedish and German descent. Smith had two older brothers and one younger sister. Chuck Smith had worked as a manager at the Jade Room, a nightclub owned by Larry Potter, and was known by the stage name Chuck Barclay. After World War Two he worked as a welder and a salesman. Chuck died in 1978, aged 64, from a stroke, and Carole died in 1998, aged 82, from pulmonary disease.
Smith attended Grant High School, becoming class president and being on the school gymnastics team. He graduated in June 1963, and turned down a number of offers from colleges in order to pursue a career in the entertainment industry.
Career 1963–1966: the Good Time Singers. In August 1963 Smith was recruited by Michael Storm and Tom Drake (who had performed together as the Other Singers) to join the Good Time Singers, a band formed to replace the New Christy Minstrels on The Andy Williams Show. From December 1963 to January 1964 Smith and Storm also performed shows with Gordon and Sheila MacRae, supported by their daughters Heather and Meredith. The Good Time Singers released their debut self-titled album in January 1964, and their second album One Step More in October 1964. In between the albums they had embarked on a 17-city tour. Around this time Smith began songwriting, and he wrote a song called "Christmas Holiday", which was recorded by Andy Williams for his 1965 album Merry Christmas. As the Good Times Singers' was ending, Smith and fellow bandmember Lee Montgomery intended to form a new duo called Craig & Lee, but Smith had to pull out after successfully auditioning for a new ABC television show, called The Happeners. Smith had previously unsuccessfully auditioned for The Monkees. The pilot for The Happeners was filmed in November 1965. The Good Times Singers' contract for The Andy Williams Show was not renewed past 1966.
1966–1967: The Happeners and Chris & Craig. After a successful audition process, Smith won the role of Alan Howard on The Happeners. The show was to be directed by David Greene, and was a mix of acting and singing, set in New York and based on the fictional eponymous folk trio. However, ABC declined to pick up the show following the pilot episode. Smith and his The Happeners co-star Chris Ducey decided to form a musical duo called Chris & Craig. They moved into an apartment together and began writing songs. They signed to Capitol Records, recording a number of demos throughout the summer of 1966. Their first single, "Isha", was written by Ducey b/w "I Need You" written by Smith, and was produced by Steve Douglas utilizing session musicians Hal Blaine and Carol Kaye of The Wrecking Crew. It was released in July 1966. Another single, "I Cant't Go On" (written by Ducey), was produced with the same line up. Originally an acoustic duo  utitilizing session musicians, during their later 1966 sessions they began experimenting with a full band, and in November 1966 they played a show supporting the Mothers of Invention with such a full band, with Smith and Ducey playing electric guitars. Throughout late 1966 and early 1967 the duo continued to write and record more songs, but they were never released by the label. In 1967 Smith befriended Gábor Szabó and the Beach Boys, unsuccessfully offering to write songs for the latter. In early 1967 Chris & Craig began playing with a permanent backing band. Through their friendship with Michael Nesmith of the Monkees, they hired Jerry Perenchio as their manager. They changed their name to the Penny Arcade, shortly becoming the Penny Arkade for trademark reasons.
1967–1968: the Penny Arkade. Nesmith began producing Smith and Ducey, initially pairing them with John London (bass) and Johnny Raines (drums). They were eventually replaced by Donald F. Glut on bass (who had appeared in an earlier incarnation of the band) and Bobby Donaho on drums. While the band worked on their own material, Smith continued to write songs, including "Salesman" for the Monkees, and "Hands of the Clock" and "Lazy Sunny Day" for Heather MacRae. Smith was also credited as co-producer for the songs, alongside Bob Thiele. He also wrote "Holly" for Williams. Nesmith took the band into a studio to record their album. One of the songs written at this time by Smith was "Country Girl", which was later recorded and released by Glen Campbell for his Try a Little Kindness album. The album never materialised, but some of the songs were collected and released as Not the Freeze in 2004. After a bad review of one of their live shows, the band decided to concentrate on writing and recording songs. In early 1968 they unsuccessfully auditioned for the role of house band on the TV show Peyton Place. In February 1968 Smith and his father went into business together, running a bar called the Buckeye Inn. In late 1968 Smith was associating with the Manson Family, and exploring an interest in Eastern philosophy, particularly Transcendental Meditation. Smith eventually left the Penny Arkade and decided to go travelling. The band continued without Smith until 1969, renamed as the Armadillo and with Bob Arthur as a replacement guitarist.
1968: travelling to Asia. After previously smoking small amounts of marijuana with friends, Smith began experimenting with LSD in 1968. During his travels Smith took LSD on a "regular" basis, and he smoked "copious amounts of hashish" while in Afghanistan. Smith decided to travel to India alone, with just a guitar and a backpack. He set off to join the hippie trail, arriving in Turkey in October 1968, possibly via Austria and Greece. Smith met fellow Western travellers (an Irishman and two American women) in Istanbul, and they set off together in a VW van, intending to drive to Delhi. After the van broke down, they hitched a ride in a lorry transporting olive oil, before taking a bus to Iran. They passed through Afghanistan, with Smith deciding to leave his companions for a few days in Kandahar while they travelled on to Kabul. Smith never joined them in Kabul; when his companions returned to Kandahar a few months later, they heard rumours that he had "gone crazy", running through the market with a knife threatening people, and then disappeared. It later became apparent that after threatening a market vendor, Smith had been beaten close to death and robbed, and possibly kidnapped and raped. Smith possibly spent some time in an Afghan insane asylum, where he is thought to have developed acute schizophrenia. It is not known if Smith ever reached India, although he and his travelogue claims he did visit India and reconnected with the Maharishi and went to Nepal.
1969–1970: return to United States and travelling to South America. Smith returned to the United States in late 1968 or early 1969, initially living back with his parents. He was possibly institutionalized and medicated for a short period. By this stage he was using the name "Maitreya Kali", which he intended to become his legal name, although this didn't happen until 1971. He continued to receive royalty checks from his historical songwriting for Williams and Campbell, amongst others. After his girlfriend left him, Smith decided to travel to South America, spending time in Peru, Ecuador, Bolivia, Argentina, and the Galapagos Islands of Chile. Returning from South America, Smith reunited with his girlfriend, and they became engaged. When the engagement ended, Smith ripped up the wedding dress his fiancée had chosen. Following another brief re-connection, the relationship ended for good when Smith violently threatened one of her male friends.
1970–1971: deterioration in mental health. Smith claimed to have mystical powers, and thought he was a messiah. He prophesied that he would be "King of the World" by 2000. He claimed to be a reincarnation of Jesus, Buddha, and Hitler. As his erratic and bizarre behavior became more pronounced, such as claiming voices were telling him to kill people, his friends started to ignore him. One friend eventually had to obtain a restraining order against Smith. His appearance became more and more unkempt, with long hair and a wild beard. At one point, he shaved his head and beard off, and dressed in robes, his appearance comparable to a Buddhist monk, although his hair and beard would later grow back. He visited Heather and Sheila MacRae in Miami, and was asked to leave by Sheila's new husband after he woke up to find Smith standing over their bed with a knife. Heather saw him again in Los Angeles in 1972, when he "looked really scary [...] just totally looked insane, and would say weird things."
1971–1972: Apache and Inca. Smith wrote two solo albums Apache and Inca in 1971, which were self-released in 1972. In the liner notes to both albums, Smith claims to have played every instrument. The liner notes as a whole have been described as "bizarre [and] rambling", and display his belief system. Apache was released on his own 'Akashic Records', and features three songs from the Penny Arkade recording sessions. Inca was released a few months after Apache, in the summer of 1972, not as a standalone album but as a double gatefold with Apache on his new 'United Kingdom of America Records' label. Like Apache, Inca also features songs from the Penny Arkade recording sessions. The albums were mainly distributed to Smith's friends or sold on the street.
1973–1976: prison. After the albums were released, Smith sold his car with the intention of going to Ethiopia. His mental health problems continued, such as suggesting to a friend that they fight to the death using samurai swords. He also had a small black spider tattooed in the middle of his forehead in 1972 or 1973. On April 22, 1973, Smith attacked his mother at the family home. An attempted murder charge was not established, and following a psychiatric examination, he pleaded 'no contest' to a charge of assault. He was sentenced in November 1973 to six months to life, the maximum sentence for the offence, and the Judge suggested intense medical and psychiatric treatment. He began his sentence at the California Institution for Men, before transferring to the Deuel Vocational Institution in December 1973. He transferred again, to the California Men's Colony, in February 1974. He was granted parole at the fourth attempt, and was released from prison in June 1976.
1977–2012: later years and death. Suzannah Jordan, the third member of The Happeners trio, ran into Smith in LA in 1977; he was homeless but did not display any mental health issues. He drifted in and out of mental hospitals until the mid-1980s when funding was cut, and would then spend the next years homeless. He also had various run-ins with the law. In 1981 or 1982 he saw another old friend and told her he had been recording music. He has been indeed recording music, according to Mike Stax, as late as the late 1990s, which includes the 1994 song "Waves", which was released on the 2018 CD version of the album Love is Our Existence. By the early 2000s his "ramblings" had moved from Eastern philosophy/his Maitreya Kali persona to aliens. Smith died on March 16, 2012. His family declined to collect his ashes, and they were eventually collected by journalist Mike Stax.
★ Apache (Released under the name Satya Sai Maitreya Kali) (Akashic Records, 1971)
01. Ice and Snow 03:25 02. Black Swan 02:50 03. Color Fantasy 03:51 04. Voodoo Spell 02:01 05. Salesman 02:55 06. Music Box 02:55 07. Love Is Our Existence 02:30 08. One Last Farewell 02:35 09. I'm Walkin' Solo 02:28 10. Silk and Ivory 03:05 11. Swim 02:43 12. Revelation 03:12
★ Inca (Released under the name Satya Sai Maitreya Kali) (United Kingdom of America Records, 1972)
01. Lights of Dawn 02:56 02. Thesis 02:46 03. Knot the Freize 12:31 04. Jesus Owns 01:32 05. Sam Pan Boat 03:18 06. Fearless Men 03:38 07. Cheryl 03:05 08. Country Girl 02:51 09. Old Man 03:47 10. King 00:08
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the-eve-of-lies · 4 years
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Bang Chan as A Boyfriend for Hire
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At first, you'll be skeptical. Boyfriend's for hire arent usually your thing. They seemed sketchy and you heard the males working were too stiff to even pass up for a boyfriend.
You gave it a try and now here you are.
You swore, if the person you hired turned out to be an asshole, you're seriously going to punch him regardless of the contract.
•You're told he'll meet you in a music shop. So, you went there earlier than usual with the purpose of actually looking around for albums just in case he stood you up; you'll at least have a reason for going out on this particular day.
•And when you set eyes on a guy wearing headphones, you'd be like, "Wow, he's hot."
•And he'd recognize you from the photo given to him. He'd immediately take note of the simplicity of your beauty.
•And he'll approach you as he lowered his headphones down to dangle around his neck.
•Oh shit what do you do?! Why's he heading this way? He looks even more handsome up close. Quick, you have to at least act decent enough so he doesnt—
•And he'll introduce himself as the bf you hired and you're shooketh because you didnt expect him to be THIS handsome!
•He'd notice your kinda confused reaction and he'll ask, "Did you read the email this morning?"
•You'd go, "Of course!" with an even more awkward smile if that's possible.
•He'll chuckle and say, "If you did, why are you surprised? Didnt you see the file containing my info?"
•You'd be too flustered to form a proper sentence and an excuse that you skipped directly to look at the date and time of your meet-up.
•Chan would understand and will introduce himself for you.
•He'll lend you his arm and does not bother explaining the rules since he just wants to make it as natural as possible.
•You go around the city with linked arms and admire skyscrapers from above. Such a mundane date but your heart is doing gymnastics inside your chest and you wonder if he can hear your atrocious heartbeat because he was getting too close and—
•He'll even buy you streetfoods if he hears your stomach growling to your embarrassment but dont worry, food is life.
•And he wont tell you he used his pocket money for that.
•You also play that Just Dance game in the arcade and you'd find out that he's really good at dancing?!
•He even beat you no matter how many times you tried and how many times he's given himself a handicap.
•He's so perfect that you cant even fathom how you landed with this guy!
•A complete gentleman but as the day progresses, you see more of his crackhead side.
•He'll still be a gentleman, though.
•He'd convince you to feed the ducks at the park and he'll sing with a small voice, "Rubber ducky! You're the one!"
•And you'll join him because who wouldnt? Even if you dont at first, you're still pulled in by his charms.
•At one point, he let you listen his to his playlist and put his headphones on you.
•It would always slip from your head a couple of times before he adjusted it right.
•The music was something you.never heard of before but it was good. Like REALLY good and you were bopping along to it.
•You'd ask him who the artist was and he'd humbly reply with, "I created them myself actually... As a hobby?"
•And you're convinced there's no other perfect man on Earth.
•Too bad he's not truly your boyfriend or anything but hey, at least you're having the best day of your life.
•As the shadows fall, the date ends and you thought your boyfriend for hire was no more.
•He'll surprise you yet again. "Today was fantastic and I was hoping to get to know you more."
•"Like another bf for hire? I'm sorry, I dont have money anymore; I'm broke!"
•He'd shook his head. "No; as friends this time. And we'll progress. I'm pretty sure we'll end up as more than friends anyway. If that's alright with you?"
•You'd accepthis offer because hey, he's a genuine guy interested in you despite the limited time you spent together but you couldnt help but wonder if him hanging out with you would affect his reputation.
•No matter, you didnt realize how deep Chan had fallen for you.
•Lucky girl
-Admin Ri 🌹
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k-llama-llama · 4 years
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Spiderwoman
SuperM/WayV AU: 8th member
YinYin x SuperM/WayV/NCT
The Reveal of YinYin’s love interest!! What do you all think?
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“This stage is insane.” YinYin gaped, taking in the size of the venue. “Look at all of the set pieces.”
“I didn’t expect anything less for BTS.” Hendery laughed. “But this is crazy.”
The stage at the award show was set up for BTS’s rehearsal, with a massive jungle gym rig, along with couches and tables and other props for what was the most highly anticipated performance of the night.
“Someday we’ll get all of this, right?” She stared out at the thousands of empty seats.
“Yeah, someday.” He sighed. “We should probably go so they can rehearse.”
“I guess so.” She grabbed his hand and started walking off of the stage.
There was a big commotion as BTS came out, flanked by their dancers and managers, and what seemed like hundreds of other staff. They all began taking their place on the jungle gym, most of them sitting at the bottom.
“We have to walk right by that to get back stage.” She whispered. “Should we wait?”
“It’ll be fine.” Hendery counselled. “They haven’t started yet.”
As little comfort as that ways, they tried to be nonchalant as they walked towards the commotion.
“Sumi, we’ll get you at the top, so the intro shot can be on you.” A manager directed.
“Aye, Aye, Captain!”
YinYin glanced up, watching as Sumi began the climb to the top. She’d never had the chance to meet BTS, but everyone in the world knew who they were. Still, seeing Sumi when she wasn’t set up for a performance was something else.
She was in sneakers, joggers and what looked like a pyjama shirt as she cautiously stepped from bar to bar and climbed up. She was sporting a full face of makeup, but it looked more like she’d done it herself than a stage makeup artist.
“Stop staring.” She elbowed Hendery.
“What?” He hissed. “She’s pretty.”
He wasn’t wrong. Though not classically pretty, there was something captivating about her. She wasn’t looking to graceful at the moment, however, as she struggled to climb up the bars.
“Are you good, Soo?” Taehyung shouted.
“Yeah, I’m fine!” She shouted back as she reached the highest point on the jungle gym.
YinYin saw it a split second before it happened. The bar that Sumi stepped onto sunk differently with her weight than the others head, and dropped out from under her foot. Sumi, who’d let go to reach for another bar, was left dangling from one hand. She screamed as she dropped, barely managing to catch her own weight.
“GET SOMETHING TO CATCH HER!” The staff went running.
“Noona, just hang on!” Jungkook started climbing towards her.
“”I’m...I’m trying.” Sumi flailed, managing to grab the bar with her other hand. But there was no where close enough for her to put her feet.
“They’re getting something to catch you, Soo. Just hold on!” RM was standing underneath.
Jungkook stood even with Sumi’s feet, reaching for her while trying to hold himself onto the bars.
“Is he stupid?” YinYin mumbled. “They’ll both fall.”
“The staff were getting something.” Hendery said, his breathing tense. “They’ll catch them.”
YinYin glanced at Sumi’s grip. “They won’t make it.”
“What do you - YINNIE!”
She ignored him as she sprinted for the structure, kicking off her shoes and jumping onto it easily. With no difficulty, she scaled it, slipping between the bars and pulling herself up to where Jungkook was standing.
He leaned out, reaching for Sumi’s leg. “I’ve got you I-”
His foot slipped.
YinYin grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him back, practically tossing him into the inside of the rig.
“Yah, who are -”
“Just...stay there!” YinYin gave a nod that she hoped was somewhat polite as she climbed the rest of the way.
She jumped up onto the bar above where Sumi was hanging.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Kind of...kind of struggling here.” Sumi had looped her elbow over the bar, but was unable to move anywhere.
YinYin did a quick survey of what was around them. 
“Jungkook?”
“Yeah?”
“Get ready!”
“Ready? Ready for wh-Woah!”
YinYin hooked her legs over the bar and hung herself upside down.
“YinYin! What are you doing?” She heard Hendery shouting.
“Can you grab my hand?” She stretched out her arm to Sumi.
“I’ll pull you down!”
“No, it’s fine.” YinYin promised. “Just grab on, I’ll swing you over.”
“Are you sure, I-” Sumi’s grip slipped. “Okay!”
She reached up as much as she could, trying to find YinYin’s hand.
The second their fingers touched, YinYin stretched the extra inch and grabbed Sumi’s wrist with both of her hands.
“Okay, let go!”
She was pretty sure that Sumi didn’t trust her, because honestly she was doubting her plan herself. But with no other option, Sumi let go with her other arm, leaving herself hanging entirely from YinYin’s arms, fifteen feet above the ground.
“Hang on.” YinYin warned.
She’d never actually done this move while holding onto another person, but she forced herself to remain calm. She curled with her abs enough to give her some leverage, and then swung her arms forward.
Sumi swung sideways with them, and would’ve smashed into the bars if Jungkook hadn’t been there.
He grabbed her waist, holding her tightly when YinYin let go.
Sumi found her footing on the bars. “Oh my god.”
“You okay?” YinYin smiled, easily pulling herself up so she was sitting on the bar.
“How did you do that?” Sumi gasped.
YinYin shrugged, scooting over to the main structure and lowering herself onto the bars. “I did some gymnastics as a kid?”
“Some gymnastics? That was-”
“We have a net!”
“Too late!” Sumi shouted down with a laugh. “Spiderwoman here got to me first.”
“YAH! Liu Guanyin!”
YinYin winced, looking down at Hendery. “Yes?”
“Get down here you freak!”
YinYin gave the two BTS members a shrug. “I think I’m in trouble, so I’m going to go.”
“You literally just saved my life and you’re just leaving?” Sumi gasped.
YinYin nodded. “Have fun with your rehearsal. Oh-” She suddenly remembered something. “Hold you weight in your arms. It’s easier to slip if everything is in your legs.”
She smoothly lifted herself past them and scurried down the structure, leaving the two gaping at her, and dropped down right in front of Hendery. “Sorry?”
He smacked the back of her head. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”
She rubbed her head. “It seemed like a good idea at the time?”
“Whatever, let’s go.” He grabbed her elbow. “Don’t you dare tell Kun about this, he’ll kill me.”
“Pinky promise.” She said, letting him lead her off of the stage.
“Hey! Hey, wait!”
They both turned, seeing Jungkook running after them.
YinYin rubbed her elbow and looked sheepishly at Hendery.
He groaned. “Don’t embarrass us.” And then he was gone.
She turned around to face Jungkook as he ran up to her.
“I’m really sorry.” She began, giving a bow.
“You’re...you’re sorry?” He blinked.
“Yeah, so-rry.” She tried to enunciate. “Sorry, I’m still working on my Korean and I-”
“No, I understood you.” He cut her off. “But why are you sorry?”
“I...I grabbed you. And I shouted at you informally.” She was confused.
He laughed. “You saved me from falling, and Sumi too. I just came over to thank you.”
“Oh, well...no problem.” She gave a tiny smile. “I should be-”
“You know my name, but I don’t actually know yours.” He looked at her expectantly, holding out a hand. “I’m Jungkook.”
YinYin cautiously shook his hand. It was covered in tattoos, and dwarfed hers, and she was suddenly very self-conscious of the calluses all over her palm.
“I’m YinYin.”
“YinYin? Is that...Chinese?” He looked worried, as if by getting it wrong he would offend her.
She nodded. “Liu Guanyin. Or Kwon Yerim, if that’s easier. Or Yinnie. Honestly I answer to everything.”
“Guanyin.” He tried out the name. “That’s a really pretty name.”
“Thanks. Ah...Jungkook’s a nice name too?”
She could’ve been crazy, but she thought he might’ve blushed a little bit. Honestly, being crazy sounded more plausible than this entire situation. Why was a member of BTS talking to her?
“Guanyin?”
“What?” She blinked, coming back to her senses. Her name sounded very strange coming from someone speaking Korean.
“I was just wondering how you knew what to do back there.” He pointed back towards the stage. “You didn’t seem worried at all.”
YinYin shrugged. “I didn’t, really. But...ah...you guys didn’t look very good at the climbing.”
“And you are?”
She bit her lip. “I used to do bars a lot in gymnastics. And, I’m very bendy, so it made sense.”
“Strong too.” He nodded. “You pulled me back and held up Sumi.”
“You’re not that heavy.” She said quietly.
“You guys are performing later, right?”
She nodded in confirmation.
Jungkook laughed. “Any chance we’ll see any more of that crazy gymnastics stuff?”
YinYin nodded again. “I have a couple of flips so I-”
“Wait, really?” He grinned. “I was kidding, but that’s awesome. You must be really good.”
She shook her head, looking behind him where a staff member was walking over. “I’m not that good. And I think you need to go rehearse now.”
“Oh, probably.” He sighed. “Can I...do you have Kakao talk?”
“Do I...YES.” YinYin felt for her phone, finally locating it in the zipped pocket of her sweater. “Here.”
In her stupidity, she just handed him the phone.
He didn’t seem bothered, and just opened the Kakao app and quickly scanned his ID. 
“Is it okay if I message you sometime?” He asked. “Or if not, that’s okay too. I just...you seem cool so I...Sorry, this is probably really weird and I-”
“It’s okay.” YinYin gave him a tiny smile. “But you should really go.”
“Right.” He sighed, handing her phone back. “See you around, Liu Guanyin?”
She forced herself not to wince at his pronunciation. “See you around.” She agreed.
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excitedlysuffering · 4 years
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Deidara Headcanons Collection
Oh god I’m like minutes from being too late but HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEI🥺❤️😍
What He Looks For In A S/O~
• He would most likely want someone who was an artist, cuz he needs someone who understands and relates to his passion and will challenge him on perspectives (respectfully, ofc)
• Needs someone who is as active as he is, he could not deal with someone who wanted to stay home all the time
• Dei is a wild child so whether he knows it or not, he’s going to need someone to balance him out with a more calm/logical outlook on life
• But that’s not to say he wants to date a square cause that’s a big fat LIE
• He needs an S/O who’s able to keep with his spontaneous attitude and mood swings
• He’d probably be drawn to the innocence of his S/O, he’s seen and done a lot of hard things in his life so would love to be able to leave the darkness behind around you
• If his S/O was a shinobi he’d be relieved cause they can take care of themselves, but he would also want to accompany you on missions because this boy can WORRY
• If you’re not a shinobi, he wouldn’t mind all that much cause he doesn’t have to be concerned with you getting injured on missions, but he would want to teach you the basics defense combat
• This boy just needs some love with a capital L, tbh
Relationship With Dei Stuff~
• He’s surprisingly empathetic and can pick on your emotions/moods quite easily but that doesn’t mean he always acts on it
• He’s a naturally happy person so negative emotions are a bit hard to deal with
• If you’re just grumpy, he’ll just stay out of your way (a bit) but if you’re really struggling or on suffering through Satan’s Week he’ll try to do his best to comfort you
• (be patient with him)
• Even though he can’t take you out on dates to the city like he wants to, he’ll improvise
• Boi isn’t an artist for no reason
• Ofc he takes you out to see his art and to fly on his creations, but he’s a romantic at heart and loves cheesy cliches
• Watching the sunset on picnics
• If he’s free camping in the forest
• Or just art dates where you guys will find a common project and will work on it together
• Bonus points towards you if you and Sasori can at least tolerate each other
• They might never admit out loud, but they are best friends
• Even if no one could ever tell
• The three of you are around each other a lot so if you and Sasori are always arguing or getting on each other’s nerves your relationship could suffer a little because of it
• LOVES to spoil you. Like just because
• If you and Dei are dating, you two make a great team whether it’s art collabs, missions, or just life in general
• He can be a real sweetheart and is more sensitive than people give him credit for so if you just love on this boy you’ll have him forever
How To Lose/Annoy Him~
• Insulting or just plain not acknowledging his art goes without saying, I would think
• I haven’t seen this mentioned before, but hating on or trying to avoid his mouth hands. Although they’re a huge part of his life they’re also strange so he can be a bit insecure
• Being insensitive about his speech tic (un, yeah, hm) he’s already come to term with them, but he doesn’t need you, or anyone else rubbing it in
• As stated earlier, not being able to get along with Sasori, or him just generally disapproving of you more than he does the average person
• Being overly clingy. Example, when he’s working on his art and you’re all over him, infringing on his special time
• Playing hard to get or trying to make him jealous. Dei is naturally impatient so it makes no sense as to why you’re trying to get a rise out of him. He can pretty blunt and he expects you to just come out and say it if something is bothering you.
• Slightly nsfw, but pulling on his hair. He doesn’t like his hair being ripped out in the slightest
• Being friends with Tobi
Soft Deidara Things~
• Definitely one for matching shirts (i.e His= Art is a bang! Yours= I’m a bang!)
• He loves to just cuddle up with you after a long day, no words he’ll just collapse on you
• PLAY. WITH. HIS. HAIR.
• Brush it, braid it, comb it, whatever, but it’ll soothe the heck outta him
• He really loves to pick out your clothes. Dei is a fashion master and he loves seeing you in clothes he likes
• Will be that one person to sleep crazy to the point of kicking you off the bed. Now you sleep literally on top of him so he’s pretty still
• Loves to wake up before you to look at you like ‘wow she loves me??’
• Can actually cook really well (i mean he did live on his own for a while) and loves having you try new recipes he’s come up with
• Just loves being around you, you’re presence can calm him like no other
Random Dei Facts~
• His love language is a mix of words of affirmation and physical touch
• As much as he likes to go go go, he also appreciates a good nap here or there
• He’s bad at taking care of himself like he’s on the brink of artistic genius and he’ll genuinely forget to eat or sleep
• Has a big thing for music, whether it’s a song or just instrumental he loves the environment it brings
• He doesn’t quite have PTSD, but somethings do trigger him or make him anxious. You just can’t live like he does and not be effected
• That one scene where he’s recruited and is under Itachi’s Sharingan/genjutsu and calls Itachi art and then is repulsed by the thought really makes me think that one of Dei’s biggest fears is thinking/realizing someone’s art is better than his own
• He isn’t religious but is a strong believer in fate, karma, and such things
• Contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t use his hand mouths for anything other than art. Those are his art tools, his partners, and he’d be much too weirded out to use them for anything different
• He’s like a scarily healthy eater. Not necessarily vegetarian/vegan but is a calorie counter and has a very balanced diet
• He loves to do little not so harmless pranks on Itachi as mini revenge. He’s even more ruthless as Itachi begins to lose his eyesight
Little Things~
Favorite:
• Place to kiss- Behind your ear because he loves hugging you from behind and surprising you
• Way to hug- As previously stated, from behind cuz he feels like he’s protecting you and you fit in his arms like a puzzle
• Thing to do with you- Discuss or work on art projects together or in each other’s general vicinity
• Cuddle position- Lotus (you in his lap, facing him, your legs around his waist) cause he just loves to hold you and you can easily mess with his hair
• Type of date- Anything that’s just the two of you spending quality time away from his busy life
This or That-
• More of a summer person, he loves the outdoors, even more now that he has someone to share it with
• Definitely a night person. He gets more done at night but also loves being able to unwind with you
• Likes to cook more than being cooked for, cause he likes treating you
• Is not much of a reader, it can’t hold his attention for long, but occasionally will ask you to read to him if he likes the sound of your voice. He does
Conflict Happenings~
• Passionate and Stubborn Boi™
• If you’re also headstrong, there will be plenty of arguments, usually over small things
• Best case scenario, something says something that makes you both laugh and problem solved or you end up making out (cuz oh my jashin scowling Deidara can step on my NECK)
• Worst case scenario, someone storms out and you don’t talk for a bit
• When he wants he can give a verbal tongue lashing harsh enough to make anyone cower
• Eventually, one of you will cave. You miss each other too much and even art isn’t filling the void
• Apologies are mumbled but heartfelt as to not bruise either of your egos but also cuz you’re both genuinely sorry
• However, if you’re not confrontational, it might actually cause him to mellow out a bit (only around you though)
• He can’t bring himself to have a one-sided argument with you. It makes him feel guilty and does a lot of damage
• Instead, he might actually talk things out, courtesy of self-calming techniques you probably showed him at one point
Modern Dei~
• He’s that one college student that is at every party but still gets great grades??
•!He has a double major for sure, art and chemistry, cause how else is he going to make perfect explosions?
• If he wasn’t recruited to a sports team (I could see him doing gymnastics or wrestling honestly) then you had best believe he’s a serious martial artist
• He’s smart and sells (non-explosive) sculptures for money on the side
• He loves road trips, doesn’t care as much about the destination, he just loves driving places
• A serious ride or die friend, like loyal to a fault, but if you ruin that he won’t make any efforts to restore it
• Incredibly independent and struggles to ask for help even if he’s bad at a particular subject
•’CEO of completing assignments the night before its due and still acing it
• His living space is purely organized chaos like everything has it’s own system even if it looks like a mess
• Wouldn’t mind having a roommate, but he’s also used to living alone so he’s fine either way
• If he did, it’d probably be Sasori, cause he’s one of the only people who could TRULY handle Dei 24/7 (barely)
• Isn’t an overachiever, but just like with art, if someone’s going to see his work, it’s going to be his best work
• Even when his friends drink, he’s not that big on it. Feels like it hinders his inspiration and he gets AWFUL hangovers and can barely handle it
• Modern Dei is a great Dei, cause no matter what our blonde baby is best. Period.
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