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lucienne-thee-librarian · 1 day

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Just to minimize my chances of being genuinely misunderstood OR deliberately misinterpreted, and crucified for something I don't think, How Dare You Say We Piss on the Poor website etc...I'm gonna say this right up top. I absolutely understand why people don't like Thessaly as a character, if anyone does completely unironically stan her as some kind of feminist hero who Did Nothing Wrong uwu, I personally see it as a bit of a red flag. I don't like terfs real or fictional. In a vacuum, I could even completely sympathize and agree with the people who want her cut.

HOWEVER.

It's really something to me to see people clamoring for her to be cut, because she carries and expressed an ugly indefensible prejudice (transphobia) in words towards (1) person. Meanwhile Hob fucking Gadling enacted one of the most violent forms of antiblack racism I can even think of against thousands no, millions of people, the ripple effects of which still affect billions more today. Just a little light idk, profiting off the fucking slave trade and had to be told by someone else that it was bad...and he's a fan favorite.

People are saying Thessally being Dream's love interest reflects badly on him or is somehow endorsement by the narrative (?!?!?!?!?!? Didn't she (SPOILER ALERT AS IF IT MATTERS BY NOW) help participate in his extended assisted suicide? She's not painted as a great person to me just another character what are y'all SMOKING whatever fine. It's fine this is fine.) But shipping Dream with Mr. Former Slaver is not only not verboten or frowned on widely in the fandom but its THEE most popular pairing by far. So...why the difference?

Like where are the same fans who are saying Thessaly shouldn't just be more clearly shown to be wrong, she shouldn't even be in the show at all when it comes to Hobert's crimes??? Yes, transphobia is indefensible. Isn't racism?

And I hear the cries of "it's fiction!!!" Already rallying (if anyone who needs to hear this even sees it lol) to which I say:

HORSESHIT. I KNOW you don't, deep down, really agree because if you did, why get upset about Thessaly being included??? Why does what she said to one person matter if it's Just Fiction You Guyze. Fictional characters are allowed to do bad things and fiction isn't reality sweaty....except when you only apply that standard to fictional racists you like and simp for, but fictional transphobes you don't are SO HARMFUL they shouldn't even be portrayed in fiction.

Like. Give me a big fat BREAK. This looks like bullshit, no? I'm sorry, but I'd love for someone to try and give any other explanation besides one personally offended you or hit home for you, and the other doesn't.

And if that bothers you or you feel like it says something negative about you...idk what you want me to say??? You can't control how other people perceive you and that's how people outside this majority-of-the-fandom bubble see it. You don't need to respond, I just wish and genuinely hope this gives you a moment to think about why fans who ARE bothered by both (and not just paying lip service to being bothered by the one but railing against the other) are so frustrated with people saying everyone is welcome but in practice only bending over backwards for the comfort and emotions of themselves, and people they can easily relate to.

You don't have to like Thessaly (I don't. I find her an interesting antagonist, I don't stan her. And frankly that's not the point of her character) but you'll pardon me for feeling more than a bit cynical and side eying people's motivations for what seems a...pretty obvious double standard, on what fictional crimes related to real world issues matter to y'all, and which clearly don't. Either actually bring the same energy to the table for fictional people who committed atrocities, even if against a group you're not part of and thus don't feel the need to empathize with, or just carry on, but accept that you don't have the SLIGHTEST room to talk about cutting characters who do immoral things. And you also need to accept that you look like a hypocrite when you do.

#thessaly #wanda the sandman #hob gadling #I could've cried sexism!!! Problematic Male vs Female Characters except 1) I don't actually think that's the main reason *here*#2) there are WAY better examples of that particular double standard in this fandom #also i can admit when I'm a bit of a hypocrite or was.#i used to dip my toes into the dreamling stuff too early on #but idk. It just got too sour seeing ppl whitewash (lol I know I'm a comedian)#what he did over and over. And I genuinely had started to wonder #if the show hadn't included that particular crime and I'd just imagined it from the comics because #my memory is shit sometimes and I guess I was naive. I *wanted* to believe someone would talk aboutit #if it had made it in. but ultimately i went back and checked and no #and seeing how the whole fandom behaving affected my non-white mutuals some of whom...#like these are my friends man or ppl I just respect and I can't just. Ignore their feelings and their pov #and act like they werent making points or it doesn't matter #like it's all just fun and games for everyone on the same terms. And seeing how easy it was #for everyone to ignore was so unsettling. I couldn't keep pretending it was just fiction and didn't affect anyone real #Call me a bully a t3rf apologist (fuck you and for the record. no)#a puritan or a Fancop (actually stop comparing #people disagreeing with you online to what cops do. For fucks sake you just make it look like nothing is really real to you outside fandom)#whatever man. Whatever helps you sleep. I'm just gonna block you #if you're clearly sticking your fingers in your ears. engaging with you is a waste of time and energy then #Hell I have sympathy for anyone who doesn't like thessaly #especially trans fans. Especially rn. But lbr that sympathy for a lot of the white trans/queer fans only goes one way!!!#never gets extended to anyone else's issues. Like THATSthe issue. And it's shitty!#(sorry this post is not about me in the confessional lol that's why I put this at the bottom #I just had feelings to get out and yes its my blog but i didn't want to clog the airways)

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bambi-slxt · 17 hours

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I’ve been feeling really down lately so would you mind writing something real fluffy with either chris x reader or matt x reader and it’s about how playful they are together and they’re always teasing and tickling each other and stuff like that.

Just something real cute, love your writing btw!!

of course, honey <3 a/n at the bottom

playful!matt & playful!chris:

✨a concept✨

making dinner -

chris: definitely dancing around the kitchen and being exactly zero help. "come on," he yaps, grinning his cute stupid little grin, "dance with me, pretty girl, the pasta can wait." "chris!" you can't help but giggle at the kid. "wanna dance with my lady." his smile is almost too big for his face, and your heart feels tight.

matt: does everything he can to distract you while simultaneously assuming an air of utter and absolute innocence. "i don't know what you're talking about," he says, slipping behind you and pinching your side, rolling his eyes at what he believes is an incredible overreaction from you.

going thrifting -

chris: tries to scare you by hiding in the racks like you haven't been watching him the entire time, only to be disappointed when you're not startled in the slightest. "but...but..." he grumbles, hanging off your shoulders, arms wrapped dejectedly around your neck, "i tried so hard."

matt: "what do you mean, 'don't get the grand-dad shirt'? this is the peak of fashion!"

the shirt in question:

movie night -

chris: resorts to assailing you with tickling when he doesn't get his way. "i wanna - mmfh - watch The Lion - fuck! - King, so we're gonna fuckin' watch - you motherfucker - The Lion - GET BACK HERE!"

matt: keeps trying to drown his face in your tummy instead of watching whatever's put on the tv. "it's just so cozy." his words are incredibly muffled. "you begged me for three days to watch this with you." "mmfh. gimme head scratches." "you're such a baby." "i love youuuuu."

beach day -

chris: insists on playing mermaids ("wait how come you get the sparkly tail. i'm the merman king, i should get the sparkly tail."), lifeguards ("okay, okay, pretend you're like, drowning, yeah. why? so i can be a hero and save you! duh."), and terraforming the beach itself ("it'll be good for a tiktok, yeah, just dig the trench all the way up there by the towels, and then we can divert all the water away from here and-").

matt: hunts all morning for shells for you and teaches himself to braid so he can string them in your hair. he ends up tangling things more than he produces actual results, but is very careful to undo his mistakes and reapply sunscreen on your shoulders. "and here i thought you hated the beach." "i despise the beach," he says cheerfully, closing yet another ziploc baggie filled to the brim with shells. "can't wait to go home." "liar." matt smiles against your neck, his chest pressing into your back. "yeah, maybe."

farmer's market -

chris: conveniently forgets how much he hates fruits and vegetables because, "they just look so, like...anasthetic. that's the word right?" "nope." "anta...antacid? anna..." "aesthetic?" "that's the bitch, look at these strawberries, they're fucking huge-" "you let the strawberries nick bought last week grow mold in the fridge!" chris grins. "what's your point?"

matt: more focused on petting the dogs people brought with them than looking at the actual stalls with products/goods. "who's a good boy, yeah you are, hey babe we should get a dog, oh my god, you're just the sweetest lil' guy-"

night out:

chris: never lets you walk on the outside of the sidewalk and always stops to listen to the musicians through the bars' flung-wide windows. "baby, look, his guitar's got flames on the side. oh shit, you cold? hey, come here, kid," he chuffs, gathering you under his arm, dulcet harmonies flowing from the bar into the soft night air. "i love you," he murmurs, his lips fluttering against the shell of your ear. "i love bein' out here with ya."

matt: gently hands his finger from the belt loop of your jeans, guiding you lightly through the crowds, watching your face light up at the sights and sounds around you. "holy shit, they're so drunk!" "yeah," he says softly. he couldn't care less about a single other thing in this moment - how would he, when the sparkling neon of the nighttime scene washed over your features?

ice-cream date -

chris: plans to get something to share and refuses to hear anything to the contrary, grinning at all attempts to sway him. "yeah, she'll have - quit it - that one over there, please - i'll tickle you right here in public, i swear to god i will - yeah, thanks - miss lady you better watch it-" "...okay, this is pretty good." he scrunches his nose quite cutely in lieu of a verbal response, shoveling spoonfuls into his mouth.

matt: does literally everything he can to get you to make a mess just so he can do the cliche 'wipe ice cream from your lip' move. "i'm a classy guy, alright, leave me alone," he says with a grin.

cleaning day -

chris: CAUTION- may actually flat-out refuse. "we could just stay in bed though," he grumbles, holding your arm hostage. "we gotta cleannnn..." "nahhhh, come back to me." in a sudden burst of energy, he tugs you all the way back onto him, rolling you onto the mattress and under the blanket in one fell movement.

matt: shuffles your favorite playlist, turns it up, and dances with a feather duster you didn't even know he owned. "WHERE THE HELL DID THAT COME FROM?" "STOLE IT FROM NICK'S ROOM. COME ON, WE GOTTA DUST!"

grocery shopping -

chris: has a cart and a dream, and is infinitely more focused on you than actually locating the necessary items. "you want it? yes, mamas," he chuckles, "get whatever you want. yeah i mean it. that's what you want for dinner? okay," he shrugs, his downturned smile making his dimples show up and show out, "i'll make ya whatever you want."

matt: has a list and a plan, both of which quickly crumble as he finds it impossible to resist your impulse-purchasing. "no, baby, we gotta..." - long-suffering sigh - "we already have...yes we do, they're at home in your drawer...what do you mean, 'they're all gone', how did you...okay, well chris isn't SUPPOSED to eat your fucking snacks-"

vlogging -

chris: "okay guys, so i'm gonna take her to build-a-bear but it's gonna be a surprise so don't- HEY YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUT HERE YET-" the camera falls onto the couch as a blurry image of you and chris rolling around on the floor fades into view. his hat flies off and his weird, goofy laugh fills the living room.

matt: "hey guys >:|" "tell them :)" "i'm fuckin' getting there. so i said last time that i would never do this stupid wheel of punishments again, but someone convinced me-"

makeup/facials -

chris: "this feels colllld. i'm only doing this cuz i love u. what's this one supposed to do? the last one said it was gonna clean out my pores or something, and this one...'just looks cute', huh? i'm gonna fUCKING-" he launches off his bathroom counter and tackles you onto his bed in a flurry of kisses and tickles

matt: "i think i look great with eyeliner actually. what is it larray says, cunty? do i look cunty? why are you laughing?"

cuddle time -

chris: "absolutely not. come here mamas. you're not goin' anywhere, it's rainin' outside, an' i know you're still tired...come on, i miss ya already..." he smiles as you oh-so-reluctantly nestle back into the covers he holds up for you. "atta girl. stay here til' you die." "chris what the fuck." "that was romantic!" "...sure it was honey. sure it was." his laugh makes you roll your eyes, but the peppered kisses that follow make you smile in spite of yourself. "i love you...you know that, right?" "i had an idea, yeah." he tugs you into his body with a playful growl. "shut up."

matt: simply locks his legs around yours so you couldn't leave even if you wanted to. he traces lazy shapes on the back of your hand and his breath fans down over your neck. "miss girl..." "hm?" "were you aware that i loved you?" "ohmygoddoyoureally?" matt's hold tightens and his low chuckle rumbles through your skin. "you're terrible."

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notes from bambi:

thank you for the request anon! i'm so sorry this took so long but i hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait, and i hope things get back on track for you soon <3

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saintjosie · 12 hours

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As a performer, and someone who regularly has good things to say, how have you dealt with your singing voice? I'm nonbinary, and sometimes hate how deep my voice is because it's one of the predominant reasons people misgender me. It keeps me from singing sometimes as well, even privately to songs I've loved forever (I did perform "Under the Bridge" by RHCP at a public karaoke event last year, but I can't bring myself to watch the recording of it even though everyone applauded) I guess it's a specific kind of dysphoria?

I know when it comes to voice training you've been very vocal (pun intended) about it being a choice. And I've had some voice training but as an enby I prefer my speaking voice to be either neutral or natural. But talking and singing are kinda different, so I'm just curious to get your take on feeling more confident and less bothered singing as a trans person?

when i was a kid my dad told me i sucked at singing. he was a singer and a guitar player and i looked up to him so i internalized that deeply. but i didn’t stop singing because i just loved it. it felt good to sing. i would sing along to all the disney movies. i would sing songs at church. i was that little kid who was always humming something everywhere i went because i loved music and i loved making music. i didn’t think anyone would care to hear me sing because i had been told that my singing didn’t sound good but nothing in the world was gonna stop me from enjoying it for myself.

eventually as i got older people started telling me that i actually was pretty good at it. i didn’t necessarily believe them but i at least heard it from someone else. and then i tried recording myself singing into the shitty microphone that laptops had back in 2007. and wow, it sucked. like it reaaaaally sucked. it sucked to hear myself cause i had never heard myself recorded before. it sucked to hate what i hear and feel like maybe my dad was right the whole time. and i closed the laptop and cried and went to bed.

but then the next time i opened my laptop, the recording was still there. and i realized that i had listened through about 1/4th of it before i had lost hope and on a whim, i decided to grit my teeth and listen through the whole thing. and almost all of it still sucked. BUT. for one brief moment, for only a line or two, i heard what i wanted to hear: a voice that sounded good to my ears, recorded through the shitty microphone, played through the shitty speakers.

and from that moment on, i knew that i was going to learn to sing because nothing in my life so far had compared to how i felt hearing myself for the first time sing in the way that i wanted to.

it’s been 17 years since that happened and i haven’t stopped singing because i just fuckin love it. there’s music in my soul and it’s gonna come out whether or not i want it to and whether or not it sounds good.

“but josie, this is about your love for music not about gender” no it’s about both.

when you realized that you could express your gender in the way that you already knew you felt inside, you knew it was right and you decided you were gonna fucking do it, damn whatever people say.

and that’s the thing about dysphoria and why people have such a hard time describing it to each other. dysphoria comes from when you feel like the way your gender is perceived doesn’t line up with how you want to be perceived. when i have dysphoria, it’s not because i don’t look like a woman to the people who look at me, it’s because of how i see myself.

present your gender however you want and do it for yourself. and sing your goddamn heart out because you want to. damn whatever people say.

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melodic-haze · 3 days

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I just want to bend Navia over and fuck her with my strap ^_^ her thighs are so tempting I can’t do this I need this woman right now

(also, can I be 🐿️ anon?)

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Navia x dom!fem!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Strap-on use

☆ — NOTES: I shit you not I remember only logging in to get Navia and then stopped playing again when I got her. ALSO YES YOU CAN BE 🐿 ANON MY FIRST ONE HIIIII 🥰🥰🥰🥰 SORRY I'M GOING FOR SHORTER SHIT RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I NEED HER RIGHT THIS SECOND TOO OUGHHH I'm gonna indulge with you anon good god

The. The gap where. Her thighs are visible ughghhghg save me SAVE MEEEEE

You sit down together and you squeeze that part of Navia's thighs and she sits up in alert brfore fully debating on whether to keepy your hand there or to swat it away. It usually stays though 🤷‍♀️

Using her like some kinda fleshlight would be so fun lol

Bend her over and fuck her reaaaaally nice and hard 🫶🫶 have her absolutely SOBBING telling you to slow down but you don't bc really lol why would you??? Especially not when she grinds herself on your strap whenever you stop

DUDE fold her in half so that she can't move, or like hold her thighs down as you absolutely RAIL her to oblivion oh my god

Can I just say the ripple effect would go crazy though. LOL yes ugghhgh watch her thighs and her ass move and jiggle every time you bottom out inside of her

You felt her quaking from underneath you as Navia came for.. maybe the third or the fourth time so far. Her loud moans echoed through the room like a pleasant chime as your hips moved to carry her through her high, your eyes still utterly transfixed at the way her thighs ripple whenever your hips slam into yours.

When you think your lover's orgasm had mostly receded, you give her thigh a soft smack before squeezing it, the former action earning what sounded to be a cross between a yelp and another moan from her. She doesn't seem mad at the sudden impact though—in fact, she seems delighted in the way that she gives you a tired grin as she combs her blonde hair out of the way of her sapphire blue eyes.

Instead of continuing again, you decided to take a little break for a short while, though you don't really make the move to pull out. Instead, you keep the strap inside of her as you reach for the cup of water prepared on the nightstand with your other hand.

You lightly tapped your lover's beautiful thighs to gain her attention, "Can you drink on your own or do you want me to pass it to you?"

"Mmm... Think I can drink it on my own for now, thank you." She slowly sat up and took the glass, carefully making sure that you don't slip out from the movement, "I don't know how stable my motor skills will be when you continue with doing that, though."

"Oh? Not if, when?" You raised an eyebrow jokingly as she basically gulped down her drink, "You expected more from me? What if I wanted to stop here?"

She puts the glass back down once she's finished before leaning on her palms behind her, "Then we'll stop. But I really doubt you want to, considering this--" she nods her head down at the toy, "--is still inside of me."

"That your detective skills at work right now?"

"No, just that I know you intimately enough to know you haven't had enough of me."

"I mean, you're right." You buck your hips to make a point and she lets out a gasp, biting her lip as she drops to lean on her elbows instead, "I definitely could never have enough of you."

She gives you an impish smirk, "Then take all of me, ma douce."

Really, the most polite answer would be to do so.

I reckon she's a chronic biter yk. Like hold her close to you as you piston her and she'll bite whatever part of you she can

Don't just bend her over too guys make her ride you 🫶🫶🫶☺️☺️ she happily will!!!! Wielding a huge axe like that has GOT to do shit for your legs too not just your arms so she has the STAMINA go bounce on your cock like her life depends on it, giving you the fill view of you cunt practically consuming you whole like a woman starved. Oh my god I'm having such a fixation with them now that you've said it sorry LOL UM anyway yeah grab onto her thighs, dictate her pace or else she'll do what she wants and chase her release before you actually want her to :((((

Bonus points I think she'd be a size queen too :3 the bigger the better❗️❗️❗️ She swears she can handle it when she first asks you to use one that's Big but then you're in bed with her rn and she sobs out like "it's too much" or "I feel so full" but like just tell her to take it cuz realistically she put this on herself 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

When you're all done, have her clean you off ☺️☺️☺️☺️ she'll take it aaaaaallllllll the way down to the base without any complaints. Even if it's too big, she'll try her very best❗️❗️❗️ And after that, perhaps you could have her service you in return when you take the strap off :3333 it's only fair, and she wouldn't want to leave you unsatisfied after all you've done for her 🤷‍♀️

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vivwritesfics · 20 hours

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Wishing, Wanting, Yours For The Taking

Chapter Two

Childhood sweethears, Rhett Abbott and Wayne Tillerson's daughter know they can't be together. After eight years of secretly making things work, Rhett knows he wanted to put a ring on her finger. But one night of drinking and Perry's temper has to ruin everything

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The moment she could escape her brothers, she did. She headed to the woods at the edge of the Abbott's land and waited for her sweet cowboy boyfriend to show up.

All she wanted was more than five minutes with him. She sat by a tree and looked out over the ranch, at the cattle in the pastures, the little dot of their house in the distance.

And, finally, she saw him, galloping across the pastures. He rode with one hand on his hat, keeping it on his head as he brought his horse down to a walk, sending her up the hill and into the woods.

When they approached, she got to her feet and dusted off her ass. Rhett stopped his horse and jumped out of the saddle. He tied her reins to a tree abd approached, immediately wrapping her in his embrace.

"I'm sorry," she said again and again, face pressed against Rhett's chest.

His rough fingers were so gentle as they moved through the ends of her hair. He kissed her head, every touch meant to be soothing. "It's okay," he said, lips against her hair. "Our dad's are gonna talk it out. They'll come to some sort of agreement."

Finally she pulled away from his chest to look in his pretty blue eyes. "Do you really think they'll come to an agreement, Rhett?" Her hand was against his heart, and he was sure that she could feel the way it was beating.

They both knew it was bullshit. Rhett's dad was too stubborn to move the fence and Wayne Tillerson was just a piece of shit. "Whatever happens," Rhett suddenly began, lifting his lips away from her head. "That's between them. It doesn't have anything to do with you and me."

And, suddenly, he wasn't holding her at all. He let go of her just momentarily to fish something from his pocket as he got down onto one knee. "Rhett," she said, voice full of warning. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just trust me," he replied as he got situated on one knee and took a hold of her left hand.

Trust him. It was the easiest thing he could have asked from her. Because she did trust him, implicitly. Her left hand relaxed in his and Rhett took off his hat.

He slipped something onto her finger. It wasn't a ring, the texture of it firmer. Twine, probably from a hay bale, wrapped around her finger. But it fit around her finger, just loose enough to be comfortable. Rhett let go of her and she held her hand up.

"Rhett." This time, when she said his name, it was much softer. "What is this?" It wasn't a question full of judgement, but Rhett was still terrified, heart thundering in his chest. But, after eight years together, it made so much sense to him.

"I know it's not a lot," he said as he looked down at the floor. He stayed on his knees and she stopped herself from pulling him back up. "I wanna get you a proper ring, with a diamond and everything. But I couldn't wait."

"Rhett Abbott, are you asking me to marry you?"

He said her name. "I am. I can't get the fancy ring right now, but that one is a promise."

She shook her head and Rhett felt his stomach drop. "I don't need the fancy shit, Rhett," she said as she pulled him to his feet. The way she used her thumb to fiddle with the ring made of twine, he was so sure she was going to throw it in his face, call him a cheap asshole, and take off home.

But she kissed him. She held the back of his neck, played with his hair as she kissed him, sweet and tender, in a way only she could do. Just like Rhett could steal the breath from her lungs, she could do the same, but in a completely different way.

"Yes," she said as she pulled away, her forehead against his own. "Yes, Rhett Abbott. I'll marry you."

At that Rhett picked her up, strong arms around the backs of her thighs, her body against her own as he spun. It was an easy task for a bull rider. "You do know our wedding is gonna be a mess," he said as he put her back down.

She didn't respond right away, instead stealing another kiss. "Oh, a complete disaster," she said as she pulled away. "I recon at least one sibling isn't going to make it out alive."

Rhett sat down against the nearest tree and pulled her between his legs. They sat like that, his arms wrapped around her, chin on her shoulder as they discussed their wedding. It wasn't real plans, like what song Billy would sing during the reception, which of her brothers would start on him first, whether her mother would show up.

One thing they decided for certain was Amy. She was gonna be a bridesmaid for sure.

It was so easy to lose track of time with Rhett. Laying back on him as he pressed kisses to her neck and cheek, she could feel herself slipping into that comfortable place between awake and dreaming.

"We could get away," she mumbled as she scratched his scalp. "Just for a few days, get a hotel somewhere. Just me and you."

Rhett hummed against her skin. Nothing sounded better than getting away with her, but Rhett knew he couldn't. They couldn't. He had too much work to do and her brothers would never let him live if he took off with her, if only for a few days. And Rhett wanted to live long enough to place a proper ring on her finger.

He tipped her face towards him and kissed her. "One day, I promise," he said. his fingers travelling beneath her shirt, exploring the skin of her stomach.

It would have been so easy to stay beneath the trees, to desperately push down her jeans and have her sat on his cock. They didn't often get to have sex, and Rhett found himself desperate for her more often than he'd care to admit.

But some things were worth waiting for. He kissed her neck and grabbed his Stetson from the floor beside him.

She got up, grabbed Rhett's hand and pulled him off the floor. Well, that man was all muscle. She wasn't strong enough to pull him up. But Rhett let her think that. He kept her tucked into his side as he untied his horse from the tree and began walking out from between the trees.

"I wish I could give you a ride home," he said as he climbed into the saddle. "Have you sitting behind me, holdin' onto me." He held his hat to his head as he leaned down to give her a kiss goodbye.

Rhett took a slow walk back to the barn. He couldn't help but turn to watch as she made her way home. It was such a long way back to the Tillerson ranch; it took everything he had not turn around and give her that ride home.

As she walked, she couldn't stop her mind of racing, her thoughts from... thinking. Surely if she walked in wearing a ring made from twine, the boys wouldn't think much of it. They probably wouldn't notice. And, if they did, it would be easy as pie to play off.

Her thoughts were normally consumed with Rhett on walks like these. How could they not be? After eight years most couples had moved in together and were at least thinking of having children. Hell, she didn't think Perry and his wife were together that long before they had Amy.

But that wasn't the reality for her and Rhett. As much as she wished upon every star that went shooting across the night sky, it wasn't to be their reality. Every conversation they'd had about children had been stopped by the fact that they just couldn't be together, not in the way they wanted.

That little piece of twine around her finger was enough, though. It was a promise, one Rhett couldn't wait to fulfil. A promise that he loved her with everything he had and he'd never stop.

When she returned to the house, Billy was singing. But Billy was always singing, so it came as no surprise. She joined in. Her singing skills were nothing compared to his own, but it was all for fun. No matter if it bothered the shit out of Luke and Trevor.

"Sandwich?" Trevor offered as she walked over to sit beside him. She took the half of his that he hadn't touched and looked towards the large windows. The view of their land really was beautiful and, in a family like the Tillerson's, it was easy to forget that.

Luke sat in the armchair to her left. "We're goin' for drinks tonight, Princess," he said. "You wanna join us?"

She looked between her brothers. "Handsome Gambler or pit bar?" She asked.

"Pit bar," Trevor answered.

She grinned, tongue between her teeth and nodded. "Sounds good," she said and passed the plate back to Trevor. Jumping out of her seat, she made her way to her bedroom and pulled out her phone.

Pit bar, tonight, she texted Rhett.

Great, Per could use a drink

She got herself ready quickly, brushed through her hair, pulled on her favourite pair of boots and walked with the boys out to Trevor's truck. Trevor drove, but Luke always drove back. If she was in the car with them, one of them was always the designated driver. They didn't much bother if she wasn't there.

Billy singing along to the radio wasn't unbearable as they drove to the bar. Trevor parked outside and they all climbed out. There beside them was the familiar truck. Rhett Abbott's familiar truck, the truck she knew oh so well.

She had so many memories from that truck, ones she'd never be able to tell her brothers about. Late nights, sneaking out of their house, climbing into Rhett's truck. Driving out somewhere and riding him in the back seat until he was spilling into a condom and she was clenching around him, shaking as she came.

She followed her brothers into the pit bar and took a seat at a too small, round booth. They squished her between them as Billy went up to the bar to get the first round of drinks. As subtly as she could, she searched around the bar for any sign of Rhett and his brother.

And there they were, talking, shot glasses between them. She couldn't hear what they were saying, didn't know Rhett was trying to talk about her without really talking about her. And then, as Perry answered him (not really understanding that he wanted to talk about her), he caught her eye.

She looked down at the drink held between her manicured nails. Get enough of these down her throat and there'd be no telling what she'd do.

A group of girls, ones she only slightly recognised from high school, walked past, Trevor let his eyes follow them. It wasn't lost on her that Rhett did the same.

She wasn't the jealous girlfriend type, their eight years of somewhat bliss hadn't had her thinking he was going to stray (and I say somewhat because of the rift between their families). But this was Maria Olivares.

She knew about the crush Rhett harboured on Maria before they got together. But that had been almost ten years ago. Still, she couldn't stop the anxiety from swirling in the pit of her stomach. Why couldn't anybody else have walked by?

But then Trevor approached Maria. His leaving the table gave her the opening she needed to slip out of her seat. She approached the bar as Trevor walked Maria away from it, and Rhett did the same.

He pulled his Stetson down over his eyes and stood beside her. He didn't say anything to her, didn't look at her as she did a shot of tequila. But then she turned to him, sultry, teasing smile playing on her lips (that half a sandwich did nothing to fill her up, and the alcohol was hitting much quicker than she expected).

"Well, howdy cowboy," she said when Rhett finally turned to her, blue eyes staring into her own. He had such pretty eyes, the prettiest around.

Rhett couldn't help but smile at her. She was leaning so close that he could smell the alcohol on her breath. "You okay there, Darlin'?" he asked as a beer was placed in front of her.

And then she did something that had Rhett choking on his own drink. She licked the top of the beer bottle before taking it into her mouth, sucking around the neck. "Fuck," he hissed, jeans tightening. She knew exactly how to tease him.

"Maybe later, cowboy," she said and stole the very hat from his head.

Rhett went to take it back from her, but she placed it on her head, kissed his cheek and walked off, walking back to her brothers. Rhett watched her go, watched every sway of her hips. And then she climbed over the table, settling into her original seat between the boys. It was more of a squeeze now that Maria and her friends had joined them.

"Where'd you get the hat?" Trever asked, his brows furrowed as he looked at his sister. It wasn't a hat he recognised, certainly not one of the Tillerson boy's.

She shrugged her shoulders and lifted her beer to her lips. When she pulled away, a somewhat dopey smile covered her face. "Rhett ABbott's," she said, tongue between her teeth.

"Rhett fucking Abbott?"

The smile dropped from her face. Shit, what had she done? The way that Luke and Trevor were looking at her, they clearly weren't happy. Billy was in a world of his own. "Rhett Abbott," she muttered, heart erratic in her chest. "It's no big deal. I just took it from him at the bar."

She was about ready to go into full blown panic mode. Luke and Trevor looked at each other before Trevor got to his feet. He looked around the bar for any sign of Rhett, watching as he disappeared for some air (air he desperately needed from her little performance at the bar).

"Trevor!" She called, racing after him as he walked outside. "Trevor wait!"

But Trevor was out of the door of the bar before she could say anything. She followed him closely, nearly falling into the door when it swung back into her. But she didn't let that stop her.

"Abbott!" Trevor called as he spied Rhett, leaning against the wall of the bar. Rhett looked to the side, looked at Trevor, looked at her, and stood up straight.

Rhett had the size advantage over Trevor. He was taller than him, but Trevor looked as though he was all muscle (glamour muscles, if they were really a thing. Trevor didn't do any work on the Tillerson ranch and Rhett worked hard for his dad. All those days of heavily lifting, of fixing fences with Perry. It had given him more than a well defined chest).

"Can I help you?" Rhett asked almost sarcastically. His voice had it's usual deep and comforting timbre, and, after two drinks and a shot of tequila, she wanted to run to him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with my sister?"

Suddenly, Trevor's hands were on Rhett, pushing him back against the wall. A hiss left his lips, but he wouldn't put his hands on Trevor, not with her there. Perry was the one with the nasty temper, not him. He was the one unable to control himself.

"Trevor, leave it, please!" She cried and pulled off Rhett's Stetson. "I'll give it back, just leave it alone."

With the way Trevor was holding Rhett, he couldn't put his own hat on his head. So, she did it for him. Wrong move, she realised as Trevor raised his fist. But Rhett was still. Trevor was too much of a pussy to actually hit him, he reasoned.

But then Trevor's fist connected with his face. Rhett stumbled back, hitting the wall behind him. His Stetson tumbled to the ground. "Stay away from my fucking sister," Trevor spat.

Rhett looked at her over her brothers shoulder. Wide eyed, she couldn't help but look guilty. Fuck, why did Trevor have to be such an overprotective asshole? She held her hands up and walked back into the bar.

And, now that his girl was safely inside with her brothers, Rhett grabbed Trevor's shirt and turned them around so that Trevor's back was against the wall. He punched him once, twice, before Trevor was pushing him away.

The scuffle turned into a fight. At one point they were on the floor, faces and knuckles bloody. They got back to their feet and Rhett landed one last punch, knocking Trevor to the floor. Rhett spat, blood landing on the pavement beside his boot. "Enough," he said and walked back into the bar.

His first stop was Perry. Rhett wiped the blood from under his nose as he told his brother the plan. Perry nodded, stood and walked outside, waiting for Rhett to pull his truck around.

But Rhett was still in the bar. He touched his cut lip and let out a hiss before he walked over to the Tillerson table. All eyes were on him, including that of Maria Olivares, as he leaned over the table, eyes fixed on her. "For what it's worth," he began, his gaze on the ring made of twine still on her finger. "I'm real sorry."

"It's okay," she said quickly, holding back from wiping away the blood on his face. "He's an ass, anyway."

Rhett gave a single chuckle and stood up straight. His expression promised something, something she could quite read. But the minute she was alone, she'd check her phone, have him drive to her house so that she could take care of him, even if it only was in the safety of his truck.

But then Rhett pulled the truck around. She stayed Billy and Luke, the three of them waiting for Trevor to return.

They didn't know what happened out of the bar that night. They didn't know that Perry Abbott had done to their brother. They didn't know that Rhett had pulled around in his truck, shock registered on his face as he looked at Trevor's dead body.

The body of one of the men supposed to be his future brother in law laid at his brothers feet. That anger that simmered beneath Perry's skin, the reason Rhett was sure that Rebecca left, had finally come to the surface.

A mixture of emotions swirled inside of Rhett. As desperate as he was to protect his brother, he thought of the girl back inside of the bar, wearing the makeshift ring he'd placed on her finger.

If she knew about what Perry had done, what Rhett's own flesh and blood had done, would she still love him. In that second, Rhett decided what the best course of action was. He looked around, made sure nobody was watching as he loaded Perry's body into the back of his truck.

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https://x.com/daeunjimin50799/status/1790965775244689445?s=46&t=Xwy3F-OqT2vgT3Xa7r868g

sooo idk if you’ve kept up w the daeun and jimin situation but she posted this video which is CLEARLY of jimin and i think there were a few other things she posted recently that were linked to him as well. is this like a soft launch ??? LOL it’s rlly so obvious atp that they are together i rlly wonder how jkkrs would make excuses for this…

There's a video in the quotes of Hope recording Jimin doing this exact walk 😬 So it does seem pretty... Convincing.

But I'm gonna be kind, ok? They dine out on Taennie to this day and I just can't be a hypocritical d!ck about it.

Until Jimin confirms, anything could be anything, you know? The same applies to Jimin as to Tae: That video is 4 years old and bisexuality exists. And I do have to wonder why she's soft-launching without him while he's away. Feels dubious.

Maybe they did date once. It doesn't negate whatever ship you have going on for Jimin. Ship away, shippers.

Whatever is going on, I really hope Jimin is happy. That's all that really matters.

Right now remember how absolutely saint-like I've been in this reply and stop sending me asks about why jikook smooch on the reg in the military. 😇 Thanks.

#my asks

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MOM, HELP ME PLEASE. ⋆｡°✩ carol peletier + adoptive daughter!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 1021 ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ angst? to comfort, reader is carols adopted daughter (THIS ISNT A ROMANTIC FANFICTION I REPEAT THIS IS NOT ROMANTIC!!), use of y/n, spoilers for the walking dead 4x14, death, chasing, attempted murder, blood, injuries, fainting .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ after the fall of the prison and everyone was split up, you had found carol, tyreese, judith, mika, and lizzie. what could go wrong, huh? .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ request! <3

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⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────────────────────────────────────── ever since you came to the prison after the war with woodbury, you were always drawn to carol. carol was a lot like your late mother. similar haircut, eyes, and personality.. everyone would always find you around her, no matter what she was doing. of course, she didn't mind. you reminded her a lot of her late daughter, sophia. the two of you just clicked together like a missing puzzle piece.

you were lucky enough to have been with her after everyone got separated when the prison fell. you were never the biggest fan of lizzie, despite being best friends with mika. but you knew you had to make it work. for all you knew, everyone who was at the prison was dead besides the five of you guys. you had to make sure you didn't let that go to waste. but you and lizzie would still often get into arguments.

"they're not your friends, liz!" you argued with the girl. you had just stabbed a walker in the head that was trying to kill her, and she was mad at you.

"we were playing! you killed my friend!" lizzie cried, leaning down to look at the walker that was laying dead on the flower-filled ground.

"it was about to kill you!"

"no he wasn't! and he's not an it!" lizzie spat, crying over her so-called 'friend.'

"oh my god. whatever, lizzie." you stormed back into the house.

..this was a common occurrence, even before the prison fell. hell, before you guys were even at the prison at all. lizzie was an odd child. i mean, how could you not be in this kind of world? but that was besides the point, she was trying to befriend the things that killed this world. that is truly odd.

but this day, tyreese and carol had left mika in charge while they went out to go patch the fence and get some dinner. you stayed in your room and read a random book you picked from the bookshelf. but, you heard snarling and giggling outside.

"goddammit." you mumbled, quickly closing your book and heading outside as quickly as possible.

as you stepped outside, you saw mika had already taken care of the walker out there and talking to an upset lizzie.

"lizzie. when we give them names, we're just pretending that things aren't bad, when they are. and those things," mika points to the walker on the ground. "those are bad. we can't keep pretending they're not."

"i'm not pretending." lizzie says in an eerie voice, stepping closer to mika. "i can hear them."

"they want to kill you!" mika reminded her, angry.

"they want me to change. they can make me be like them. maybe i should change." lizzie inches closer.

"...stop it."

"i can make you all understand." lizzie grabs mikas knife.

"lizzie-" mika says before being cut off by a knife in the side of her neck.

"LIZZIE!" you yelled, your voice breaking as you stepped forward, staring at what had just happened.

"i'm gonna make you all understand." lizzie repeats, looking at you.

you stepped back as lizzie stared into your eyes, walking closer.

"no, what is wrong with you?!" you sobbed.

lizzie begins running toward you, and in return you run the opposite direction, towards the woods. "we'll come back. it's not so bad!" she yelled as you guys ran through the forest.

you didn't know how to lose her. you both ran the same speed, so it was almost impossible to get her off of your trail. your lungs felt as if they were on fire and you were running out of stamina. but, thankfully, you came up with an idea. you grabbed one of the sticks off of the ground as you ran and threw it behind you, distracting her and giving you an opening to run in a different direction.

"they'll get you out there! you're gonna die either way." lizzie yelled out before walking back.

you kept running for a bit, sticks and stones scratching and stabbing the bottom of your bare feet. you quickly came to a stop after your foot had twisted in a hole in the ground, causing you to trip. you held out your hand to the tree right in front of you and carefully turned to rest your back on it, looking around to see if someone- anyone- was nearby. right as your vision started becoming fuzzy, you spotted someone in the woods, walking towards you.

"mom, help me please." you begged before your vision went completely black.

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you began waking back up laying on the couch. as your vision started adjusting to the light, you spotted tyreese and carol talking to each other.

"i turned the corner and i heard her say 'mom, help me please.' and... and it sounded just like sophia." carol spoke to tyreese, explaining what had happened. "i don't think i've ran that fast in years."

as you processed what she had just said, you finally came to your senses and felt a sharp, aggravating pain shoot up from your ankle, causing you to wince loudly.

carol and tyreese quickly turn their heads to the sound of your voice, walking over to check on you.

"oh, good.." carol sighed in relief, happy you were awake. "how're you doing?"

"it... hurts." you mumbled, clenching your fists in pain.

"i'm sorry.." she used one of her hands to move your hair out of your face, giving you a comforting smile. "it'll be okay. we're here."

"where... where is liz?" you asked, your voice weakened. carols face dropped as she averted her eyes.

"...don't you worry about her anymore, okay?" she sighed.

you put the pieces together and nodded. "...okay."

carol put her hand on top yours comfortingly. "we got the splinters and rocks out of your foot, and we're keeping your ankle elevated. if anything feels worse, you need to let us know."

you yawned, nodding your head in response.

"get some rest now. alright? i'll make you some food when you're ready." she stood up , patting you on the shoulder. "goodnight, y/n."

"goodnight, mom."

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