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chargetheintruder · 1 year

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[Naughty, twisted] Because some thoughts occurred to me.

So, here’s the Yahoo! slash Buzzfeed article that half-inspired some things from me today. The article itself is SFW enough, so here you go:

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/people-sharing-2022-fashion-trends-051602107.html

And well, I do have some few thoughts about this, but they aren’t most people’s cup of milk, tea, coffee, energy drink, microwaved chocolate cake OR fruit salad, so yeah, maybe skip the bit below the break if you don’t wanna know how strange I can get. :)

Now, let’s talk turkey. I’m an occasional weirdo. Occasionally perverted, and mostly harmless. My current health and lack of resources literally don’t let me DO things, even on the internet, as I once did. Even if Tumblr or its cliques would let me fly my freak flag? I really can’t follow through much on the material I have left from my old Mad Scientist days. I can’t do much ASFR or “science experiments” on willing women (mainly with hypnosis) anymore. My own health and conscience keep me from going over the edge to get an edge (as some unethical hypno-kink people do online), and if I don’t do that, too many women just see me as too old and pathetic to be bothered with.

So keep that context in mind. :) Keep that context in mind: I can’t act on the shit I’m about to say, in the slightest.

Now, let’s consider this first thing people want to be rid of next year: obsessive, “overdone” makeup:

I hope you’ll pardon the awkward screen capture. :) The article mentions how the overuse of foundation to wipe out facial features and bury them under new layers of highlighting and brightening really “has to go.” To which I have to say: But what about the women (and wlw types) who identify as “glitches from The Sims?” Never mind the “think of the TikToks” counterpoint, truth is some women (born that way or living it) actually do look better with that half-plastic wannabe mannequin look. Add some sealer to it so that nothing gets it off for 12-24 hours and you’ve got somebody’s new obsession. They’re stuck, with a really plastic/artificial face. :) I mean if the hair’s that fake, why not?

Now this one was put under “corsets” even though the image below shows a thing that is BARELY a long-line bra? Yeah, and people say feminism isn’t an influence. =)) I’m teasing, sorry.

My point is that no, I’m not expecting women to go right back to “hard clothes” post-pandemic. Most of the time that won’t happen. But you’re telling me NOBODY has a “special occasion” outfit that rather demands that their tummy get snatched, and/or that their breasts get lifted and managed? Please. Some women are always going to have THAT outfit. The one that makes sitting down interesting. The one that is that snug, on purpose, because they want to feel it, on purpose. She wants to feel dolled up even if she never puts it that way.

And then there’s this thing. It might, itself, “go away” just from hygiene or itch concerns, I’ll give you that. But trust me, the next thing is coming up that’s going to make a lady of whatever sort’s body parts feel . . .out there? Objectified? Something like that.

So yeah, maybe not this specific thing. Maybe not the thong-butt so much, but something will replace this. Maybe shiny legs will come back. Maybe some dark force will corrupt the Jog-Bra. Trust me, there will always be something to make women at the gym look toyetic, whether that’s their intent or not. Yes, some people obsess over The Step Aerobics Doll as a fetish. Oddly enough I outgrew that. It’s not really easy for me to go to the gym for its proper purpose while also being a freak. I can’t multitask that and I’ve never been able to. (*shrugs*)

Then there’s this thing. And I’ll just admit it right here: IF this weren’t so flagrantly a Kardashian Thing (tm), I would personally dig the look. On other women, who aren’t Kardashians. I know, it’s ironic. I’m INTO women like toys, really, but there’s a LOT of something about how the 3K Crowd does “self dollified”, particularly if you go back to the old “baby voice” material of theirs, that’s just off. Some current Kardashian material and a LOT of the older stuff just comes off as manipulative. As if the thought process was “all men will lose it when they see us DO THIS, am I right??” It reminds me of a phase my sisters (well the older one mainly but also my next, younger one) went through, where they were all about puppeteering the guys.

So, yes, this is a LOT. =)) The boots part of the outfit has to blend in with the rest of the bodysuit seamlessly and still be so tight that the woman/wlw wearing the suit gets Legit Mattel Toy Hips up front, or close to it. The waist is snatched and everything else is tight enough that if it weren’t for the texture on the suit, you’d likely see ribs, collarbones, and the like.

And yet part of my brain (somewhere in the limbic system down south of conscious thought, but it counts) looks at this and is like, “Yup, this is casual wear for a controlled woman on her way to Being a Barbie.” Everything is there: the smaller waist, the shoes that don’t come off, meaning eventually the lady gets stuck on tiptoes (as dolls do), perfect breast control and objectification, perfect posture, and all you need really is for the hair, makeup and circle lenses to get done so that the lady/doll matches all the other ladies/dolls.

This will NEVER be anything resembling mainstream fashion, I get that. I mean, you can’t look at someone dressed like that without thinking either a) a Kardashian, again? or b) wow, she really wants to be a toy-toy, doesn’t she? So absent any proof of “mhmmm Fank Yew.” you can’t see the lady here as anything but a doll. It doesn’t parse. She’s both extremely artificial and as doll-naked as it gets (keeping in mind how blank dolls are supposed to be). And yet she moves and is sort of life-like. :D

But yeah. This ought to clue you in: with the right obsessive swoony thing, anyone can turn anything into a turn-on. It’s not even an issue. You can sanitize as much as you want, but the imagination of a human adult is what it is. You’d have to turn it all into a dictatorship of the Arab Peninsula to BEGIN to stifle that. And yes, women do it too--why not, they’re human beings too.

(which means I may have spent some time trying to get some hormonal poison out of my body today. No big deal, right? I know what I need to do--or the barest minimum of it, including post-hypnotic triggers unique to me, that are as old as the hills and placebos more than anything. I know what I need to do to simulate what I can’t actually get. No big deal . . .)

(except for some reason, I didn’t actually GET THERE. I blame a piece of Tumblr for that, you know who you are, and it’s absurd. No really, if you’re going to empathize enough with your “doll fantasy material” of choice that you’d briefly might consider joining her? The least you could get from risking a dollified state “with her” is a proper climax, right? Nope. Apparently I’ve a) been through too much stress lately, and b) didn’t consider how weird the whole Kardashian thing really is)

(but yeah, one thing I did learn was that not getting there, in a half-altered state of mind? Is a quick way to get stuck, a little? :) Of course I have ways out of that--it is not safe in the slightest for me to openly be a freak in my apartment building--but for liek 3 minutes? Liek OMGzz. *giggle* But yeah. Snapped out of that. Snapped out of it with prejudice. Because my building ain’t it. Not happening here. No thank you) (And in general, as long as we’re at risk of Tumblr getting all weirded out on me? I’ve mentioned this already but it bears repeating: if you have a House of Living Dolls at your disposal, real or imagined or narrative? You have to maintain discipline. You can’t give in and completely join them, that’s the whole point. Everyone who joins the House gets House Odds, and the odds are you’ll get turned into an identical toy-toy, same hair, face, eyes, teeth and voice, as everyone else there)

And on that one? Let’s have a Happy New Year. =)) If you know you know, and add your own damned tags!

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flowerycoffin · 2 years

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My headcanons for characters sexualities in my fav shows pt. 3

“Kill la Kill” (Please someone tell me I’m not the only one who watched that)

Quick vent before starting: third part took me so long because june is never a pleasant month for me. First came a burn out, a solid burn out. I didn’t felt any joy drawing not counting few sketches. Later came everyones favourite period because of which I couldn’t move from couch and sometimes was falling asleep because of pain (yes, ways my body invented to minimalise a pain are wierd) and last but not least came heat waves and rapidly changing weather from 32 degrees celcius (don’t tell me it’s nice temperature, I’m dying ok) and cloud-less sky to heavy rain with bolts during one day. Before I got better already it was 20th and I was like ‘Oh fluff let’s work with what I already have, fluff it it’s fine nobody will notice this broken everything’.

Also mild trigger warning: I’m going to vaguely cover sexual abuse and interpersonal problems. Nothing going really deep into topics but I know it can be stresing for some. On last picture there’s cartoon blood so yeah. And idk if it’s trigger warning but I’m going into a bit shipy area ‘cause my brain still doesn’t work like it should.

Ok, without further ado - first of all - Satsuki, Nonon and Inumuta

Whole three is polyamorous and all of them are dating eachother. I was thinking for a long time how their relationship would look like because everyone who watched anime knows that Satsuki was molested by her own mother and would probably have a lot of problems trying to be in romantic relationship, but I think that Houka and Jakuzure would constantly make her remember why they love her and why she matters.

Next one - Mako, Ryuko and Ira

Starting with Matoi - she’s a lesbian. C’mon guys we all know she’s wlw. As much as I love Ryuko x Mako I did not drew them together in romantic scenery because I’m afraid that any ship with Ryuko involved won’t last long. Don’t get me wrong - I love her, I think she deserves all best after all she experienced, but her attachment and anger issues are shown during whole series. Of course she progresses with a course of time (take her relationship with Senketsu for example) but I feel that with a current state she would need a couple of years to build a healthy relationship.

Mako being pan is clear ‘ok I need more people loving more than one gender but don’t make it bi this time’. Mako is just Mako. She defies logic and so does my headcanon.

Ira Gamagori is demisexual and perfectly represents kinky acespec (yes they exist, look it up). Our great manly man feeling sexual attraction only after making bond with someone just vibes with me. Also drawing him was so easy for some reason. I don’t know why or what makes him being so comfortable to draw but Sasori is in danger when it comes to still being my comfort character.

Yay, last one of our main cast - UZU I’M-GONNA-YELL-TO-NO-END-AT-BATTLEFIELD SANAGEYAMA

Uzu is aro-ace. Dude had to be so cool and cold during whole series, when he finally got a chance he got onto empty field and started cherrishing his life free from killing Ragyo plan. Yeah, back to headcanon - I dunno what to say honestly, it just stuck with me one night and it became my headcanon from now on. I just looked at him and was like. Yep, fellow aroace on the way (my brain is melting at this point but I don’t want to procrastinate with this one anymore).

Oh gosh I think we forgot about somebody again. Who could it be?

Fluff Ragyo and Nui. They don’t deserve headcanons!

Part 1 Part 2

#kill la kill #klk #satsuki kiryuin #nonon jakuzure #houka inumuta #ira gamagori #mako mankanshoku #ryuko matoi #uzu sanageyama #ragyo kiryuin #nui harime #i have to rewatch series when I’ll finally have no other things to focus on #my art

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chattahoochiecoochie · 2 years

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One of the only wlw songs that matters to me. An ode to country’s greatest assembly, Highwaymen, The Highwomen have come together to put their mark on modern country music. Classic fiddle, romantic ballads, lilting back vocals, bone chilling story telling. Brandi Carlile sings about her lover and the man who thinks he might get lucky with her. Written by the bands own Amanda Shires and her husband Jason Isbell, if she ever gives her careful heart to somebody new, well, it won’t be for a cowboy like you, tells a near perfect story. Its possessive and romantic in all the way best ways that country music has to offer.

#i love women and by fucking god I love this goddamn band #Spotify #country music

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feralaot · 3 years

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GIVE ME. FRIENDSHIP/RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC HCS

for example AruAni gives off “I hate everybody but I hate you less” energy

literally any duo/trio/group you want just plz. I love them and I have my own ideas but wanna see yours ✌️💋

ohoho here we go.... this is gonna be a long one

AOT pairings + their dynamics

no warnings

eren / mikasa (romantic): the crime fighting duo

they can and they will mess up anyone and everyone who fucks with them. the kind of duo that seems to bond the most when they’re being violent and they want to make you scream “JUST CONFESS YOUR LOVE FOR EACH OTHER, FOOLS” and the slowburn is far too painful on the soul

eren / armin (platonic): the bad guy and the virtuous ray of sunshine

armin is the sweetest creature to grace this world and eren is literally the opposite but somehow they’re compatible. eren acts emotionally unavailable but good god armin brings out even the most buried emotion in him through his blinding rays of obnoxious joy and caring. obviously this didn’t last forever

eren / levi (platonic): the obnoxious child and the tired parent

somebody please give levi a break. it’s difficult being a single mother of six especially when you’re a middle aged man and one of your children is a war criminal.

sasha / connie (open to interpretation): the dumb & dumber mutual enablers

where one goes, the other goes. what trouble one gets into, the other gets into. they enable each other’s chaos and general misdeeds and will sit next to each other in a jail cell awaiting levi to bail them out while giggling and saying “wasn’t that fun?”

sasha / reiner (platonic): the eccentric girl and her emotional support himbo

one is a ball of chaos with a soft spot and the other is (relatively) normal but is also a chaos enabler. they feed off of each other's energy and are just about the closest thing you can get to the human equivalents of a bull and a matador but they also rely on each other for emotional support

armin / annie (romantic): pure looking (but hella shady) and scary looking (but actually a softie)

they are definitely not what either of them appear to be. the gentle little ball of sunshine is actually a scheming bastard and the one that looks like she’ll beat you up just for looking at her the wrong way is actually very soft at heart. and they are in love of course

jean / armin (platonic): the delinquent and the keener

jean used to skip, get bad grades, and get in trouble a lot but eventually worked on becoming a lot better because of armin’s enthusiasm and borderline annoying encouragement. on the other hand armin loosened up a lot and became less strict thanks to jean’s easy going attitude and they help each other improve themselves :’)

jean / connie (platonic): the dumbass and “oh god I guess they’re MY dumbass”

connie is like a dog without a leash and jean is the wrangler that desperately tries to keep him at least relatively tame. although sometimes it’s hard to keep somebody in check while also not wanting to give into their shenanigans and enable them

connie / reiner (platonic): the idiot and the idiot in progress

one has been an idiot since birth and it shows. meanwhile the other is losing more brain cells the more time they spend together. they feed off of each other’s energy and channel it into chaos and misdeeds

historia / ymir (romantic): the loner and the popular chick

historia is one of the few people who actually notices ymir, who doesn’t get the hype about her at first but warms up to her over time. they seem like polar opposites to anyone on the outside so it might be hard to tell that they’re very compatible with each other and lowkey enable each other

hange / levi (open to interpretation): the hooligan and the voice of reason

hange is the big bad conniving bastard and levi is the poor sod that has been dragged into their mess and was hit with a sudden and painful realization that he’s in deep trouble in every possible sense of the word. they are of equal strength except one has rabies

erwin / levi (open to interpretation): the kind giant and the bundle of repressed rage

one will make impulsive decisions on a dime and the other is the only one that can keep him grounded, at least most of the time. one is easy going the other is seething with buried anger and they balance each other out. however both would throw hands if anyone got between them

levi / zeke (open to interpretation): enemies to acquaintances to friends to ???

nobody knows what they truly think about each other and they probably don’t either. they’ll be fighting tooth and nail one moment then probably go out to get lunch an hour later. it’s a bit rocky, but they’ll figure it out eventually

reiner / bertholdt (romantic): two bros chillin in a hot tub 5 feet apart because they won’t confess their undying love for each other

literally everyone can sense the mutual pining from a mile away but they’re both so dense and oblivious for the longest time until they get things sorted and confess. one has too much pride to risk losing and the other is scared to ruin their relationship. this pairing will test both your patience and your sanity

reiner / eren (platonic): rivals to dumbass bros

most of the time they can’t stand each other and will argue with no end in sight but other times they’ll be slumped against each other or one will be sprawled out across the other and they’re having deep conversations and watching tv. it’s really a hit or miss situation

reiner / ymir (platonic): the gay solidarity

the mlm and wlw solidarity is real and it shows. they’re both jerks who only really have each other in terms of close friendships but by all means it’s an unbreakable bond

reiner / armin (platonic): honorarily deemed “one of the boys”

they have some kind of solidarity but neither of them really knows what it is, they just get along really well for some reason. thus reiner has deemed armin officially one of the boys and is included in activities w the boys e.g. movie night. they have a lot of inside jokes

reiner / zeke / bertholdt (platonic): the pining couple and the third wheel

reiner and bertholdt won’t admit it to his face because it would boost his ego tenfold but they’re lowkey kinda scared of zeke. but zeke is just a himbo that kind of hangs around and judges them and can tell they’re in love and is just waiting for the day they admit it

bertholdt / armin (platonic): the pessimist and the optimist

they’re both very pure sweet besties except one is a cynic and the other focuses on all the joy in the world. fill in the blanks.

pieck / porco (open to interpretation): the cinnabun and the hothead

one is too sweet and wholesome to be alive and the other is perpetually angry but is still cute. the contrast shows but they’re still sweethearts that are obviously meant to balance each other out

porco / reiner (platonic): the bastard and the accidental bastard magnet

they started as enemies and slowly evolved into something vaguely reminiscent of... friends? yeah, friends. reiner doesn’t know how he keeps attracting assholes like this but for some godforsaken reason he puts up with it.

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noodlearg · 2 years

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I know i’m kinda late on this but like S2 isn’t out yet so i don’t care

1. What month will season 2 be released?

August 😏

2. What episode will Simon and Wilhelm have their first S2 kiss (who will initiate the kiss)?

I feel like it should probably wait until episode 2 or 3. I think Simon should be the one to initiate the kiss because I think Wilhelm would feel guilty for not giving him his space if he was the one to initiate it.

3. How will Simon find out about August being behind the leak?

I feel like somebody should mention it in passing at some point and then be like “wait you didn’t know?” Possibly some students were just kind of talking about it casually and he overheard.

4. Will there be snow in s2?

It’s Sweden in the winter. Id be surprised if there’s not any.

5. Will there be any physical fight (if yes, who will be involved)?

Probably not but if there is i’d want it to be somebody beating the crap out of August.

6. Will Wilhelm abdicate?

No and if he does it won’t be this season. It’s too soon.

7. Will Wilhelm make a new public statement about his sexuality?

Yes but I feel like it would be on social media or something because the crown doesnt really want him to come out and then the video will go viral

8. Will there be introduced another queer character (can be a s1 character - if yes, who)?

We need some WLW representation at some point. I feel like Madison is a little queer, maybe not WLW more like aromantic? Idk. They said that they do have new characters they’re introducing, so maybe one will be WLW?

9. Will Sara become a boarder student at Hillerska?

Yea but it’ll only last a few weeks before something gets in the way or she feels guilty and returns home

10. Do we get a forehead kiss between Simon and Wilhelm (if yes, who kisses who)?

YES ALL THE FOREHEAD KISSES. I feel like Simon would kiss Wilhelm.

11. Will Simon and the queen exchange any words (if yes, who will speak first)?

I don’t think so but if it does happen i think Simon would speak first.

12. Will there be clothes exchange between Simon and Wilhelm (if yes, what item)?

The scarf 💕

13. Will Sara speak any spanish?

Yes

14. Will Simon become aware of Wilhelm's anxiety?

I think he already is or at the very least knows something is up

15. Will Wilhelm break the 4th wall at some point?

We need another camera look pls

16. Will Alex get some sort of revenge (if yes, how)?

No i think he’s gone for good

17. Will Erik appear in any form (letter, flashback, etc.)?

Probably in like a flashback or i could imagine wilhelm finds an old video on his camera role of him and Erik and that’ll be a scene that’ll make me sob uncontrollably.

18. How many characters will cry (with tears) - who?

Definitely Wilhelm and Simon, probably Sara as well, hopefully August, and i would like to see the Queen finally break and start crying and give Wilhelm the hug he deserves so much, but that won’t be until the end of the season.

19. Will Simon and/or Wilhelm say 'Jag älskar dig' (if yes, who says it first - will they both say it)?

Yes and Simon will definitely say it first. Wilhelm will say it back.

20. How many times will we see Simon eat pasta?

Every episode. And with pasta sauce this time, not with ketchup.

21. Who will have the first kiss in season 2 (named characters)?

Sara and August even though i hate them as a couple

22. Will Simon and Wilhelm have any PDA (if yes, what kind)?

Yes but it would just be a quick peck on the lips or holding hands like i don’t think either of them would be comfortable full on making out in public.

Anyways yea those are my predictions, hopefully i’m right on some of them and wont look back on this in a few months and be like “oh honey you really had no idea”

#yr2quiz #young royals #yr #young royals s2 #wilmon #young royals netflix #simon and wilhelm

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dreaminghour · 3 years

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Star Wars WLW Week Day 1

Smuggler AU! What if Amilyn Holdo had left Alderaan to become a smuggler and helped Luke rescue Princess Leia?

“If we survive this —” Leia moved closer, putting her hands on Amilyn’s arms, lessening the distance between them— “I’ll do whatever I can to help you. You’ve got friends here.”

“Friends—”

Amilyn should have seen it coming, but Leia had gotten inside her defenses, and before she could think about it, she was kissing Leia back. It wasn’t familiar, exactly, they’d never gotten this far as girls, only ever holding hands and falling asleep in the afternoon sunlight. But when the sweet feel of Leia’s lips against Amilyn’s finally connected desire to reality, her body sighed into it with ‘of course.’ Of course Leia would taste like something she’d forgotten, of course Leia would hold her tightly, of course Amilyn could wrap her in her arms like she could protect her from the entire Imperial fleet.

Of course Leia could make Amilyn forget herself with just a sigh.

1064 words below the cut~

“You’re a bit… tall for a Storm Trooper.”

As the princess said the words, Amilyn was peering around the next corner, still helmeted and sweating buckets. Behind the next bulkhead, she could hear Luke on the comm with his protocol droid. For a minute the shooting stopped, and Amilyn saw as reinforcements were working on removing their fallen comrades.

“Hey, kid!” Amilyn used the comms on her helmet to call to Luke. “Do you have a way out for us yet?”

She only got a look of panic in response.

All of a sudden, the princess in her smoot-stained dress, grabbed the blaster from Luke’s hands and shot the wall right beside Amilyn. She flinched horribly and turned the speakers on her helmet on.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Amilyn shouted.

Amilyn was passably sure that the wall was not external, but she’d been scared like that before, so panic kind of overrode everything else.

“Somebody’s gotta save our skins!” Leia lay down cover and then proceeded to hand the blaster to Chewbacca before jumping into the smoking hole. “Into the garbage chute, wise guy.”

Amilyn signalled to Luke, ‘I’ll cover you,’ and shot the quick-working Storm Troopers while her two compatriots crawled after Leia.

With a wish and a prayer, Amilyn sincerely hoped the Princess knew what she was doing.

... ...

“They let us escape,” Leia said, monitoring the console panel nearest her. “It’s the only explanation for the ease of our escape.”

“Easy? You call that easy?”

Leia shook her head.

“Won’t you take that bucket off? It would be much easier to talk to you.”

Amilyn hesitated only for a second. Once the helmet came off, she could feel cool hair rush against her sweat-slicked hair, and was sure the dye would be running against her collar.

“Hang on—” Leia looked amazed. “Holdo? Amilyn Holdo?”

Amilyn winced. “Long time no see, your highness,” she dropped the helmet on the floor and turned forward again to check the flight panels.

“You made it off Alderaan…”

Amilyn could hear the wrenching quality in the princess’s voice and it made her feel even worse.

“I made it off a long time ago, your highness,” she said. She flicked non-essential switches just for something to do. “But don’t get any funny ideas. I’m not in this for your revolution. I did a job, and I expect to be paid.”

Amilyn hoped she could be cold enough to keep her old friend away from her, to keep her from prying. Instead, Leia stood up to get closer to Amilyn and lay a hand on her shoulder.

“What happened?” Her voice was soft, sweet like summer violets.

“My partner got himself in a pickle with the Hutts. Chewie and I need to get him out.”

“We need to get the plans to—” Leia said.

“I’ll deliver you and your precious cargo—” Amilyn said at the same time.

“But after, can I help get your partner out of trouble?”

“Why would you do that?” Amilyn asked, finally looking up from the exterior light switches.

“Why would you fall in with smugglers?” Leia replied.

Neither of them answered.

“I wish I’d have known it was you who was rescuing me,” Leia said.

“It wasn’t, it was — Luke.” Her tone changed as the young man came through the door.

“You two know each other?” Luke asked, the beginnings of a smile spreading across his face.

“Not anymore,” Leia said, walking out of the cockpit.

“You know her?” Luke asked, and Amilyn could tell he already had it bad.

“Yeah,” Amilyn said. “We were friends with the same guy at the academy, she dated him for a while, and later… when she asked me out, I skipped off-planet.”

“You stood up a princess?” Luke’s jaw dropped.

Amilyn could see the precise moment Luke considered his own chances in comparison, and though she wished him well, she couldn’t help but tease him.

“Yeah, but we’re older now, our lives are different. I used to be part of that life, but now, spending all my time with scoundrels… Do you think a princess and a smuggler like me…”

“No!” Luke seemed as surprised as Amilyn felt by his outburst.

Amilyn smiled, silently wishing the kid luck.

... ...

“We could really use a pilot like you,” Leia said.

Amilyn was standing with one boot on the ramp back into the Falcon.

“I can’t, you know I’ve got to save my partner.”

There was something wan in Leia’s expression, more than the fear over their impending attack on the Imperial vessel.

“I wish you both well, a good, long, happy—”

“He’s my business partner, Leia.”

The name tasted like sparkling wine, tart and light, her eyes flickered down to Leia’s mouth and she wondered if — now that there was no Alderaan — she could reconsider their future.

“If we survive this —” Leia moved closer, putting her hands on Amilyn’s arms, lessening the distance between them— “I’ll do whatever I can to help you. You’ve got friends here.”

“Friends—”

Of course Leia could make Amilyn forget herself with just a sigh.

Leia cast her eyes down as they slipped apart again, and all the points where they’d been close felt numb for a moment. Amilyn took a deep breath and stepped back.

“Well, take care of yourself, Amilyn. I guess that’s what you’re best at,” Leia said.

And it hurt, but as Leia walked away, Amilyn didn’t want that to be the last words out of her mouth, so she tried to reach out.

“Your highness,” Amilyn said, hurting for her home, but hurting for her friend as well. “May the Force be with you.”

She watched Leia go and tore herself away. She had other promises to keep.

#star wars #prompt fill #amilyn holdo #leia organa #AmiLeia #Amilyn Holdo/Leia Organa #fanfiction #star wars wlw week #starwarswlweek2021

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vampish-glamour · 3 years

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Slightly concerning a post you reblogged (the about reclaming slurs like f*g and d*ke) what is your opinion on bisexual women reclaiming d*ke? I ask because I know there's a pretty big split with those who say they can and those who are opposed and I wanted to know your opinion

It’s something I’ve never really bothered to get into, because I honestly understand both sides of the argument.

From what I’ve seen, the people who say that it’s a lesbian exclusive term say that lesbians have historically used “dyke” as a synonym for “lesbian”. So saying you’re a dyke is the same as saying you’re a lesbian.

The people who say it’s a wlw term in general, seem to be saying that gay/bi women have always been grouped together as the same, so bi women are entitled to things that are considered lesbian history.

Before I’ve said that it makes sense that a bi woman would reclaim dyke, because she could easily be called it if she’s GNC, or if she’s seen walking holding her gf’s hand. But I also understand that you could also make that argument for a GNC straight woman who sometimes holds hands with her best friends and gets mistaken for a lesbian and gets called dyke.

I’m pretty conflicted on it to say the least. Recently though I’ve been hearing the lesbian exclusive side out more than I had before, because I’ve realized that in this conversation lesbians have been talked over and accused of biphobia anytime they try to open their mouths. Which is something I have to take issue with because of the trend of lesbians being walked all over, and told to shut up and take it.

So I guess because of that, part of me has to wonder if this whole thing is just bi women wanting to call themselves a lesbian term, and telling lesbians to shut up about it or else. I know people won’t like hearing that but can you blame me? This happens all the time with lesbians. As a lesbian I have every right to be cautious about a subject when I notice it’s mostly people telling lesbians to be quiet, and lesbians either agreeing to do so out of fear/kindness/both, or talking louder and getting painted as a variety of negative things to ensure nobody listens to them. I worry that’s what’s happened here.

I’ll admit to cringing a bit when I see bi women calling themselves dykes. There’s that part of me that’s thinking “you do realize that’s used by lesbians to communicate exclusive same sex attraction, right?”. And if somebody has dyke in their bio, or calls themselves a dyke, I’m going to assume they’re gay because of that. But there’s also that part of me that understands the arguments for bi women reclaiming it.

In short/tl;dr… I understand both sides, feel very conflicted on it, but am trying to listen more to the lesbian perspective as I’ve noticed it’s sidelined as per usual.

#asks #anon #in which I expect to get hate for mentioning that lesbians are often talked over

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lovelybarnes · 3 years

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proud- p. garcia

pairings: platonic!penelope garcia x reader, spencer reid x reader, various!platonic!oc x reader

warnings: mentions of teenage pregnancy, mentions of divorce, mentioned of death and surgery

about: penelope is proud of you. even if you aren't proud of yourself.

a/n: this is a comfort fic- SO up to more penny and y/n friendship (or more?? i've never written wlw and that's only cuz i don't want to mess something up, but if y'all want me to try, i will!!) bits

it was one of those weeks where nothing was going right. your best friend outside the bau was in the hospital due to an accident, your aunt was hounding you to help her find an affordable divorce lawyer, and your fifteen-year-old goddaughter had found out she was pregnant and was staying with you after her mom threw her out. the last two cases had ended badly, and the current one wasn't going as well as hoped either.

you were so overwhelmed, it was beginning to affect you in your job.

it was halfway through the week when your week got even worse. the mother of your goddaughter had called you to tell you to stop calling her, since "she couldn't be the mother of such a disgrace."

you groaned, two fingers massaging your temple as you moved out of the room where the members of the bau were.

"joy, she's your child, your job is to love and support her no matter what she do- excluding extreme circumstances, like-"

"do you know how many times i've told her to not have sex this young? and if she had to, she had to use protection? after all that and she still did this? i'm forty-two, y/n. i can't be a grandmother."

"i know, i know, she messed up, but she needs her mom, especially right now. she's terrified, and you having kicked her out didn't help."

"look, i-"

"let me finish. she still hasn't decided if she wants to keep the baby, and as much as i can give her options and security, she still wants her mom to be with her through whatever she chooses, please, be her mom right now, she needs you."

"she never should've gotten knocked up."

and she hung up.

you could've cried right there; you couldn't believe her, this wasn't the woman you knew, and you were aware of how much of a toll the relationship she and her mother were having had on your goddaughter, jules. it was stressing her out so much, she cried herself to sleep in your arms each day.

unfortunately, this meant you soothed her during the few hours you had to sleep, thus never getting much rest.

when you put your phone down, you had twelve new messages from your aunt and a missed call from the hospital.

you cursed softly, collecting yourself before calling back.

"hello?"

"yes, hi, this is y/n l/n, miriam johnston's emergency contact- friend. you called me earlier but i was unable to answer."

"ah. i'm afraid miriam isn't doing well. she has a brain bleed and is going into surgery at the moment."

you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

"oh. is- is she going to be alright?"

"it's a risky surgery, especially with her having come out of others and not being in the best shape."

"so is that a no? is she going to die? she has kids, you know, twin boys. should they come say goodbye, or-"

"we're not sure, but, yes, i would say to come by and say what you need to, it isn't looking the greatest."

"okay. okay, i'm going to call their grandma to bring them by, i- i can't go. i have work, but they'll be by soon."

"are you sure, ma'am? the odds are-"

you hung up and ran your fingers through your hair, letting out a small huff of air.

the air was more tense when you came back to the bullpen, and you were sure it was because of you. spencer was coming up to you, so you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "hey, y/n? are you okay? i just saw you outside, and-"

"i'm fine, spence. thank you for asking."

spencer gave you a look, "you're not. come on, n/n, you said we were going to be honest."

you lowered you eyes. "i know, i'm just- can we not do this right now? i have work to do and so do you."

spencer looked hurt for a second, which made you feel worse, before he nodded, going back to his desk.

a few minutes later, a random document opened up on your computer, the words on it reading "come to cave asap."

your eyebrows furrowed as you stood, ignoring spencer's eyes while you left to penelope's.

"you needed me?" you asked, popping your head in the door.

penelope nodded, "yes! yes! close the door."

"is something wrong?" you asked, doing as you were told before coming over to her, but the sparkly woman in front of you didn't answer. there was a look in her eyes you didn't see a lot, and she grabbed your hands.

"what's wrong, y/n? are you okay? and don't give me what you gave spencer, because he might be your boyfriend, but i am your best friend and i will get it-"

"i'm fine- i just-" your voice cracked, and you teared up. making penny rise from her chair, "y/n? oh my god, what's wrong?"

you sniffle, "just- everything. everything is going wrong and i can't- i don't know what to do."

penelope wrapped her arms around you, and you cried, tears soaking her bright dress.

"my aunt won't stop calling me because she needs a divorce lawyer and my goddaughter is living with me because she's pregnant and her mom kicked her out and one of my best friends was in an accident and they think she's going die, and everything i've done in my job has been the wrong thing and- i've failed at everything. i can't even sleep anymore."

penelope rubbed your back, "does spencer know? did hotch not give you time off, because i'll make sure he does-"

you shook your head, nose rubbing against her shoulder. "no. they don't know. i haven't told anyone."

penelope sighed before rubbing your back, letting you cry on her shirt.

“this is hard, penny. i don’t want to do anything anymore- everything i’m doing is wrong and now spence is mad at me, and-”

“hey.” she said, almost sounding offended and pulled away to make sure you were looking at her.

“you’re trying your best, and you’re getting through it. i know it’s hard, but i promise you everything will be okay. look, i do wish you would tell spence, but you also told me. i know it’s difficult for you to tell anyone when anything is wrong so, thank you for letting me know. i’m proud of you.”

your heart fluttered at her words and you cried harder, squeezing penelope’s hand.

“i will try my best to help you. i know hotch was a lawyer and he probably has some lawyer friends to help with your aunt, and i’ll take you to see your friend.”

you sniffed, “but- i have work and i made so many mistakes today that i have to fix-”

“i will make sure somebody will take care of it, but you need to see them, honey.”

you smiled through the tears running down your cheeks, pulling her into another hug.

“thank you, penny. so much, i love you so much.”

penelope smiled, nodding. “okay, you will wait for me at the elevator, or, if you want to tell spencer then wait for me at the elevator while i go tell hotch we are leaving for a while. okay?”

you nodded and wiped at your cheeks, silently deciding to not let spencer know yet, you couldn’t handle him pitying you at the moment.

penelope seemed to almost read your mind, holding your hand as she walked out of the room.

she stopped right before she reached the door to look back at you again, squeezing your hand, “i’m proud of you, y/n. even if you aren’t, i’m proud of you enough for the both of us- probably, like, twenty of us, actually.”

you smiled at her, standing at the doors of the elevator as penelope knocked on hotch's door.

things were still shit but at least you could breathe now.

#penelope garcia fluff #penelope garcia x reader #penelope garcia #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic #comfort fic #THIS IS SO BAD #IM SORRY #the ending sucks

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bettydice · 3 years

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the intrinsic intimacy of staring at your opponent through the net and wanting her to absolutely rail you

wlw Wangxian, E-Rated, Modern AU - Volleyball Rivals, cisswap

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“I think Lan Zhan could rip the ball in half, if she wanted to.”

“Mhmmrmmm mhhnannm,” Jiang Cheng groaned into his pillow. Wei Ying knew he was disagreeing with her but chose to ignore it.

“If she’s really angry… she could… just grab it and…” Wei Ying shuddered and pressed her hands against her flushed cheeks. The Yiling Demons were playing against the Gusu Clouds the next day and she was unreasonably nervous. It certainly would not be the first time they’d play against each other, nor would it be the last. No reason to be nervous, right? “Just absolutely destroy it.”

Jiang Cheng groaned again, then sat up in his bed and glared at her, hair sticking out in all directions. “Why? It’s in the middle of the fucking night! Go to bed and leave me alone!”

Wei Ying ignored him, just stared at him from where she was sitting cross-legged on the bed next to him, gnawing her thumb. “She could rip me in half. Have you seen how mad she was last game? I bet she wanted to…” Wei Ying swallowed thickly as she remembered the furious look Lan Zhan had sent her way through the net. Not just a look. Looks. Plural. The entire game. “Annihilate me.”

“And why is this a problem now, at 2 a.m.? She always looks at you that way.” Jiang Cheng threw his pillow at her, but Wei Ying caught it easily, then threw it back at him, hitting him in the face.

“Cute that you thought you could catch me, star volleyball player Wei Ying of the Yiling Demons, by surprise,” Wei Ying cackled while Jiang Cheng cursed under his breath and slammed the pillow down next to him.

“Exactly,” he grumbled. “Then why are you so worried you have to disturb my hard-earned sleep?”

“It’s just… an important game. That’s all.” Wei Ying was gnawing on her thumb again.

“Stop that, do you want it to bleed again?” Jiang Cheng slapped her hand away. “And it’s a friendly match for charity. Just go the fuck to sleep.”

“I need to play well so we raise a lot of money! I don’t want to be responsible for the library not being able to expand! Can you imagine the shame? Lan Zhan really would rip me in half then, she loves books.”

“How do you even know that? ... Don’t tell me. I know you’re obsessed with her.” Jiang Cheng snorted, adjusted his pillow and lied back down. “Now fuck off. Go to bed. You’ll play well tomorrow, you always do.”

“I’m not obsessed with Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying yelled indignantly, but Jiang Cheng only pulled his blanket over his head. Wei Ying stared at his back for a few seconds, outraged. Then, when he made no sign of saying anything else, she huffed and went back to her room, grumbling under her breath.

She wasn’t obsessed! She had a normal amount of interest in Lan Zhan! They had an intense athletic rivalry, and because Lan Zhan was the most dangerous player, she had to be aware of what she was doing at all times! Also, it was physically impossible to ignore Lan Zhan, she was so tall and imposing! Nobody could take their eyes off her and her strong arms and thighs and… Nobody! Nothing wrong with admiring the female form in peak physical perfection. Obsessed? Jiang Cheng didn’t know what he was talking about.

In bed, Wei Ying kept turning and tossing, so annoyed was she with her brother. Annoyed with him for talking nonsense. Annoyed that he didn’t help distract her from her thoughts. Because she had reason to be anxious, didn’t she? Because something happened last game… Well, nothing happened, but… After the game, Lan Zhan had been waiting for her in front of the locker room. Wen Qing had only rolled her eyes and left, leaving Wei Ying cruelly behind. Alone and defenceless in front of Lan Zhan, who wanted to rip her in half! Lan Zhan had stared at her, fiercely, while Wei Ying clutched the strap of her bag, face growing hot. Then Lan Zhan had said: “I’d like to talk to you.”

She’d said it so politely, almost shyly. Usually, Wei Ying would be thrilled to be the sole focus of Lan Zhan’s attention, but…

Wei Ying had fled. Had mumbled something about having to help Wen Qing with A Thing and had literally run away.

What had Lan Zhan wanted to talk about? Lan Zhan didn’t just talk to people… Would she try again after tomorrow’s game? Or had Wei Ying messed it up and now Lan Zhan will never talk to her again. Maybe she won’t even allow Wei Ying chatting at her during parties anymore, won’t endure her tipsy ramblings, won’t let her crowd into her personal space anymore.

Wei Ying couldn’t decide what’d be worse – Lan Zhan waiting for her tomorrow after the game or Lan Zhan never looking at her again.

No. She knew.

She wanted Lan Zhan to keep looking at her.

When she finally fell asleep, her sleep was restless, and she woke up with quickly dissipating memories of dreams of Lan Zhan’s piercing gaze.

As soon as Wei Ying entered the gym, she saw Lan Zhan, warming up on court. As though she could sense her presence, Lan Zhan turned her head and stared directly at Wei Ying. And frowned.

Okay, so she was still looking at her. Good. Good, good. The frowning… well, a lot of people frowned at her daily, nothing to worry about. In fact, Jiang Cheng was frowning at her right now.

“This is that ref again, isn’t it?” Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked across the court where the ref was chatting with Lan Yi, the trainer of the Gusu Clouds. Wei Ying really didn’t have time for his bullshit right now.

“If you embarrass me again, you’re banned from watching my games for a whole season,” Wei Ying hissed at him, eyes searching out Lan Zhan again, who was doing lunges now. Her legs were looking especially powerful today.

“How is demanding a fair ref embarrassing you? She clearly had it out against the Demons, your fingers did not touch that ball!”

“You were yelling at the ref and they probably would’ve thrown you out if Jiejie hadn’t charmed them with her presence and promised she’d keep you in check.”

Before Jiang Cheng could open his mouth to counter with even more bullshit, Wen Qing joined them, putting her arms around both their shoulders, effectively shutting Jiang Cheng up.

“Ready? I’m in the mood to crush some skulls today. Let’s go warm up.”

“Yeah, be right there!”

Wen Qing nodded, then gave them both a slap on their butts. Jiang Cheng turned bright red and decidedly did not watch Wen Qing walk away.

“You’re so fucking embarrassing,” Wei Ying murmured at him under her breath, dragging her eyes forcefully away from Lan Zhan and her glutes, and turning towards the locker rooms. “You know she has a girlfriend, right?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jiang Cheng elbowed her, but very half-heartedly. Probably, because it was game day, and he didn’t want to risk actually hurting her. Ugh, he was such a sap. “Go get changed.”

“I will! You should go outside and wait for Jiejie, I’m sure she brought way too many snacks again.”

“Fine, I will!” Jiang Cheng turned around and stomped off, but not before yelling: “Warm up properly!”

Ah, her sweet little baby brother. This was why she couldn’t be mad at him for long, even if he said nonsensical things like Wei Ying being obsessed with Lan Zhan.

The game was… intense, for a charity game. Well, maybe it wasn’t. Her teammates seemed to be having fun. But Wei Ying wasn’t having fun. She couldn’t focus on the game, couldn’t stop thinking about whether Lan Zhan would want to talk again. And what it was she wanted to talk about. She couldn’t… it wouldn’t…

It probably didn’t have anything to do with how Wei Ying had gotten drunk at the last party they both had attended and had… said things. She couldn’t really remember what she had said, but she remembered clinging to Lan Zhan’s strong arm and looking up at her, at her lips, feeling hot all over. And maybe this had been the party after the game where Wei Ying had realised she wanted Lan Zhan to press her against a flat surface and make out with her.

So. Lan Zhan probably just wanted to let her down gently, right? Because she was actually a nice person, even if she’d gained the reputation of being an Ice Queen. Wei Ying didn’t want to hear it though; she already knew Lan Zhan would never want to do those things to her. Even though she could, Wei Ying would let her do anything.

She shook her head and tried to focus on the game. Gusu Clouds were 2:1 in the lead and currently two points ahead of them in this set, so they really had to get their shit together. With newfound determination, Wei Ying managed to land a spike right in front of Lan Zhan. As her team huddled together to cheer, Wei Ying couldn’t help herself. She looked at Lan Zhan, who was already looking back at her, and grinned. Lan Zhan… smiled? Was that really a smile? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fucking fuck? Fuck.

Was this some kind of evil tactic from Lan Zhan? Because there was no way Wei Ying could focus now. She just stared at Lan Zhan through the net, across the field. Lan Zhan was actually concentrating on the ball now and not looking back. Well, good for her.

Wei Ying tried to focus, she really did. But then Lan Zhan jumped in the air to hit the ball and her shirt rode up a little, showing a hint of her abs. She was so strong and graceful, she –

The ball hit Wei Ying in the face with the full force of Lan Zhan’s infamous spike. She blinked and when she opened her eyes again, she was lying on the ground. She blinked again - now her teammates were crowded around her, yelling. At her?

“I’m fine,” she said, but no one seemed to hear her. Her face hurt, of course, but a numb kind of pain, not a ‘broke my nose’ kind of pain. And Wei Ying knew what that felt like!

Somebody helped her up and off the field, and five minutes later she was sitting there with a giant ice pack pressed to her face. It had taken one minute to convince the paramedic she was fine and four minutes to convince Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli that they could go back to the stands.

She was fine, but she wasn’t allowed back on the field, so she could spend the rest of the match being eaten up by embarrassment. She’d just stood there and let the ball hit her, because… because she was too horny for Lan Zhan! What the fuck was wrong with her?

Wei Ying had to watch her team lose the set and the game and knew it was her fault. She needed to get over this… whatever this was. She should allow Lan Zhan to say her piece, tell her ‘Wei Ying, I’m really not interested in you like that or at all’ and then maybe Wei Ying could get over… whatever this was… and be able to focus again when they were playing the Clouds.

Either that, or she’d have to stop playing volleyball and also maybe move to a different country. Which she didn’t have any money for.

She was the last one in the locker room, everyone eager to shower and change quickly to go stuff their faces at the picnic slash barbecue the teams organized in the little park next to the gym to hopefully collect a lot of donations. Everyone had been so nice to her, making sure she really was okay, getting her a new ice pack, when all she wanted was just to crawl in a hole and die.

But she couldn’t. She couldn’t even just keep lying here on the bench, ice pack on her face, hair drying slowly, until it got dark and everyone had left, because Jiang Cheng had already sent her five worried messages. Lan Zhan was probably at the picnic too, right? It was for a good cause, even she wouldn’t skip a social gathering that was for a good cause.

Okay, Wei Ying was going. She was.

Right now.

Okay.

Five more minutes. The ice pack was still a little cold; she needed to use it a bit longer if she wanted to ensure a minimum amount of swelling. There would be a bruise, maybe even a full black eye, but so far there was no swelling.

Suddenly, the door opened. Maybe it was Wen Qing coming to get her and/or to yell at her because Jiang Cheng was yelling.

She turned her head with a weary sigh, then sucked all the air back in, because… Lan Zhan. Was here. Walking over to her. Crouching down next to the bench Wei Ying was lying on. And… and… carefully lifting the ice pack from Wei Ying’s face and looking at her.

“Does it hurt?” Lan Zhan stroked her thumb over Wei Ying’s cheek, just under her bruise. She’d never…

“Uh… n-no?” Wei Ying stuttered, because she was a mess and Lan Zhan was touching her face very gently.

“You’re not sure?” Lan Zhan sounded amused, her thumb still stroking Wei Ying’s cheek.

“It doesn’t hurt badly. Just a little.” Wei Ying hoped that her voice sounded normal, but it was hard to tell because she currently couldn’t remember what her voice usually sounded like. It was always this high, right?

“Good.” Lan Zhan nodded her approval. Then, she moved her hand, so it rested on Wei Ying’s neck, thumb stroking her jaw now. Wei Ying swallowed hard, which Lan Zhan would be able to feel. “Why didn’t you move?”

Lan Zhan’s gaze was hot on her face and oh… she knew. Whatever Wei Ying had told her… She knew and this was her way of…

“Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying pleaded. She already knew, why did she want Wei Ying to confess to her horny obsession?

Lan Zhan watched the flush spread out on Wei Ying’s face, travel down her neck and chest. But the look in her eyes told Wei Ying that she wouldn’t back down. “Tell me.”

Wei Ying let out a shaky breath, then stared at the ceiling. “I had trouble… focusing.”

“Why?” Lan Zhan’s thumb was now resting right underneath her lower lip, which was horribly unfair.

“Lan Zhannnn, please. You know why.” Wei Ying squeezed her eyes shut, which she immediately regretted because the bruised side of her face hurt, so she opened them again, accidentally meeting Lan Zhan’s eyes. Lan Zhan was smiling at her. She looked… still intense, but her features were much softer than what Wei Ying’s heart could handle.

“Tell me.” She was still smiling; the same secret smile Wei Ying had seen on the court earlier. Was it just for her?

“Because… I… You’re… really hot.” Wei Ying had never been this in embarrassed in her life, and when she was embarrassed, she started babbling. That’s why she said, while staring straight at Lan Zhan’s amused face: “I could see your abs when you jumped.”

“Mhm. Is that all?”

“Huh?” What else did Lan Zhan want her to say? Wasn’t this enough???

“You weren’t thinking of kneeling between my strong thighs or how my long fingers would feel inside of you?” Lan Zhan said with an almost completely straight face. Her ears were a little red, her mouth twitching a little, but otherwise… how could she just…

“What… why… oh fuck is that what I…” Wei Ying tried to hide her mortified face behind her hands, but Lan Zhan didn’t let her, pulling her hands back down with just one – just one! – of her large hands. Fuck. “I was really drunk. Lan Zhan, you can’t hold me accountable for my drunk ramblings.”

“So, you don’t want that?” Suddenly, Lan Zhan’s hand was resting on Wei Ying’s stomach, not very far from her boobs. Rather close to them, actually. Wei Ying was only wearing a ratty old tank top over her sports bra. A really thin top. Lan Zhan’s hand was very warm.

“Uhm… “ It seemed like if Wei Ying were to say yes, then these things would actually come true. She didn’t know why she was so scared to admit it, this was what she wanted. “I… Please.”

Lan Zhan put her hand right across Wei Ying’s heart. And her boob, as a side-effect. Or was it the other way round? Her left eyebrow twitched a miniscule amount, another question. Wei Ying bit her lip and nodded and hope it was enough, that Lan Zhan would finally –

Lan Zhan kissed her.

This kiss wasn’t a quick peck or a shy first meeting of lips. Lan Zhan wasn’t asking anymore; she had heard Wei Ying’s pleas, and this was her answer.

Wei Ying tried to be an enthusiastic participant of the kiss, but it was very difficult, because she also had to figure out where to put her hands: Desperately clinging to the bench? Buried in Lan Zhan��s hair? Gripping her strong shoulders? Additionally, there were loud moans seeking to escape her throat and she really tried to hold them back. However, Wei Ying quickly found out that she was incapable of holding back moans when Lan Zhan was squeezing her tit. And Lan Zhan seemed to like it, because whenever Wei Ying moaned, Lan Zhan squeezed harder – a vicious, delicious cycle.

The only problem was that Lan Zhan’s touch was so good that all the parts of Wei Ying that weren’t being touched were complaining about it. She tried to tell Lan Zhan this but trying to talk around a tongue in her mouth just sounded like more moaning, meaning more squeezing, meaning more actual moaning. Since Wei Ying wasn’t willing to break the kiss just yet, she tried to shimmy so Lan Zhan’s hand would move lower, or at least under her shirt.

Lan Zhan’s hand did move. To her stomach, pressing down to stop her squirming. Oh. Yeah, okay. That was. Mhm.

Lan Zhan also stopped kissing her, which was not okay at all, and Wei Ying wasn’t too proud to pout and try to pull her back down. But Lan Zhan didn’t budge, because she was very tall and ridiculously strong.

“Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan looked down at her with a frown. Why was she frowning again? Wei Ying had already stopped squirming!

“Why aren’t you kissing meeeee?” Wei Ying whined, but with a lot of dignity. She wasn’t desperate or anything.

“Your phone.” Lan Zhan’s eyes flicked towards Wei Ying’s phone she’d at some point dropped into one of her trainers.

The phone was ringing. Oh!

Wei Ying scrambled into a sitting position and fished her phone out of her shoe. Lan Zhan didn’t move at all during this, so Wei Ying had to spread her legs to accommodate her. Lan Zhan’s hand was now resting high, very high, on her thigh instead of her stomach.

She answered the phone without looking at the screen, because she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of Lan Zhan crouching between her legs, looking up at her with dark eyes and well-kissed lips. Fuck.

“Yes?”, Wei Ying barked into the phone.

“Where the fuck are you?” Ugh, of course it was Jiang Cheng. Of fucking course! “Jiejie is worried you fainted in the locker room! I texted you like three times! Do you need to go to the fucking hospital or something?”

“Aw, you care so much! That’s so sweet, A-Cheng.” Wei Ying had to look away from Lan Zhan’s face after all, because it was just… a lot to handle, while trying to annoy her brother.

“Don’t be gross! Anyway, you’re okay? Because I’m taking A-Jie home, the heat is getting to her.”

“Is she okay? Do you need help?” No matter how horny Wei Ying was, she would walk away from Lan Zhan’s everything right now, if her sister needed her. She’d probably cry about it later, but she would do it.

“She’s fine, just a little dizzy. Anyway, are you coming, too? I’m not gonna drive back later to pick you up, okay, no matter how many crying emojis you send me.”

This was a lie and they both knew it; Jiang Cheng would totally come pick her up. But Wei Ying had, uh, different plans. “No, I’ll stay here and… “ A hand squeezed her thigh. “Uhm, I’ll see you tonight.”

“You’re really okay? No nausea or anything? Because I can-”

Jiang Cheng’s worry was sweet and all, but Wei Ying really needed this phone call to end ASAP. Luckily, she knew how to accomplish that. “Ooooh, my sweet little A-Cheng is so worried, because he loves me soooo much, how touching! I want to squish your cheeks and-“

Jiang Cheng hung up. Wei Ying dropped the phone back in her shoe, and finally dared to look at Lan Zhan again.

Lan Zhan still looked so put together in her shorts and sleeveless blouse, her hair in a braid, only slightly ruffled by Wei Ying’s searching hands. Didn’t look even half as sweaty and flushed as Wei Ying felt. Wei Ying wanted to change that.

Lan Zhan wouldn’t be here, wouldn’t have done all that if she didn’t want this. If she didn’t want Wei Ying. So…

Wei Ying took off her top under Lan Zhan’s intense gaze and dropped it on top of her phone. Lan Zhan only quirked one eyebrow, slid one finger under the waistband of Wei Ying’s sweatpants. She didn’t tug on it, but the command was clear: Off.

Wei Ying took those off as well, so she was sitting in front of Lan Zhan in only her sports bra and her yellow panties with little cartoon ghosts saying ‘BOO’ on them.

Lan Zhan looked up at her and smirked. “Boo.”

Fuck, why was Lan Zhan so cute? Wei Ying had no choice but to take her face between her hands and drag her up, so she could kiss her. Lan Zhan let herself be dragged, half kneeling on the bench between Wei Ying’s thighs. Because she was so tall, Wei Ying now had to tilt her head back to be able to still kiss her. It was a very awkward and uncomfortable position, but they were kissing again, so Wei Ying counted it as a win.

Lan Zhan had always been extremely competitive, so of course she wouldn’t content herself with staying like this. A few seconds and some manhandling later, Wei Ying found herself sitting on Lan Zhan’s lap, back to Lan Zhan’s chest.

Wei Ying started squirming again, trying to turn around so she could look at Lan Zhan’s beautiful face and to receive more kisses. But Lan Zhan had other things in mind. Namely, pulling Wei Ying’s bra up and her panties down, so she could grab Wei Ying’s left tit with one hand and her pussy with the other.

“Lan Zhan, you…” Wei Ying said. Well, moaned.

“Mhm,” Lan Zhan murmured against Wei Ying’s neck.

Wei Ying didn’t actually know how she’d wanted to finish that sentence, and then Lan Zhan started pinching and rubbing, so she finished it with: “Fuck.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan agreed and bit her shoulder.

Wei Ying’s whole existence melted down to three things: her shoulder, her throbbing clit, and her nipple. Lan Zhan was the only thing keeping her together, while she was thoroughly taking her apart. It didn’t make any sense, but Wei Ying had never paid much attention to ‘sense’ anyway.

“Lan Zhan… ah… Can’t I… Can’t I look at you?” Wei Ying tried to turn around again, but her body didn’t listen, too busy undulating and chasing Lan Zhan’s touch.

“Yes. After you’ve come.” Lan Zhan said and dipped one, no, two fingers into Wei Ying’s hole, then went back to rubbing her clit, the slide much smoother now because Wei Ying was so fucking wet.

“I… So mean… Lan… Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying came while moaning Lan Zhan’s name, her orgasm rolling over her so quickly and so strongly, she was afraid she’d fall off Lan Zhan’s lap. She put her hands over Lan Zhan’s to make sure she didn’t let her go while Wei Ying’s body was still twitching with aftershocks.

Lan Zhan held her, kept holding her, kept pressing kisses to her shoulder and her neck, murmuring her name, until Wei Ying finally felt like she had control over her body again.

This time, when she tried to turn around, Lan Zhan let her and even helped her pull up her panties, so she could comfortably sit on Lan Zhan’s thighs, Lan Zhan’s arms securely around her waist.

“Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying began, but then had to kiss her first, before she could continue. “You’re really pretty.”

“Wei Ying is pretty.” A smile tugged at the corner of Lan Zhan’s mouth and Wei Ying had to kiss the smile. And Lan Zhan’s cheek, because that was an important part of smiling. And her forehead, because Lan Zhan’s brain was behind there, and it had to work for the smile to happen. And her nose, simply because it was a good nose. And her other cheek, she didn’t want it to feel left out.

After her work was done, Wei Ying leaned back to look at Lan Zhan’s face again. She should do this again while wearing lipstick. If Lan Zhan would allow it. If she even wanted this again… Oh wait, were they even done yet?! Because… “Lan Zhan, you haven’t come yet!”

Wei Ying moved her hand down to Lan Zhan’s waistband but was once again stopped by one of Lan Zhan’s strong hands.

“Later.”

“What do you mean ‘later’?” Wei Ying pouted, trying to hide her anxiety. What if there was no later? She wanted to give Lan Zhan the best orgasm now, so she would not be able to forget this ever happened. Because Wei Ying certainly wouldn’t be able to. “When will that be? Don’t you want to come now? I’ll eat you out, Lan Zhan, please, you know how good I am with my mouth.”

Lan Zhan’s grip tightened, Wei Ying’s words clearly affecting her in some way. But still she said: “Later.”

Wei Ying whined, but Lan Zhan smiled so beautifully, it shut her up again.

“Later will be in about 15 minutes, if you walk fast.” Lan Zhan let her gaze drag over Wei Ying’s flushed face, her still exposed tits, down to her soaked panties and back up to her face. She smirked. “Let’s say twenty minutes, because I don’t think you’ll be able to.”

“Wow, okay, I’ll have you know I’m a superstar athlete! I can walk very fast, under any circumstances!” Wei Ying didn’t really want to leave Lan Zhan’s lap, but proving her point was more important. Though her legs did prove to be a little wobbly still. She put her hand on Lan Zhan’s shoulder to steady herself, ignoring Lan Zhan’s smug expression. Well, not ignore it completely. It was kinda hot actually.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Or do you need some time to recover? I understand, I’m a very good kisser and-“

Lan Zhan, it turned out, did not need to recover, but Wei Ying did, after Lan Zhan pressed her against the wall and kissed her until she was dizzy.

“Well… You proved your… Anyway… As I was saying… In conclusion, I was right,” Wei Ying panted against Lan Zhan’s smiling mouth. She really was smiling a lot today. It did dangerous things to Wei Ying’s heart.

“Thirty minutes,” Lan Zhan said, because she was a menace.

“Fuck you,” Wei Ying sighed weakly, pulled down her bra and began collecting her clothes.

“Mhm, later.”

Wei Ying chose to ignore that comment, because getting dressed required all her attention, since Lan Zhan’s hands were still holding her hips and refusing to let go.

It took a few minutes, but eventually, Wei Ying was finally ready to leave the locker room, not bothering to look in the mirror, because her face was a mess anyway, no need to confirm that.

She turned to Lan Zhan and held out her hand, smiling. They were going to have sex and it was going to be so amazing, Lan Zhan would want to do it again! And again. And-

“Wei Ying… before we…” Lan Zhan suddenly hesitated and avoided her eyes. Which… ever since Wei Ying had finally annoyed Lan Zhan enough to look at her, she’d never stopped doing that.

“What’s wrong? Did you change your mind? Do you want to go to the fundraiser instead? I understand, it’s more important than me, haha.”

At that, Lan Zhan looked back at her, frowning, took her hand and pulled her close. “Nothing is more important than Wei Ying.”

“Uh…” Wei Ying swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.

“Nothing.” Lan Zhan pressed a kiss to the back of Wei Ying’s hand and Wei Ying was going to combust or melt into a puddle or just plain explode.

“Uh… then… what did you want to say?”

“When you were drunk…”

“Oh no, what else did I… listen, if I said… like kinky shit you’re not comfortable with, or…” There were so many things she wanted Lan Zhan to do to her, if she talked even just about a fraction of those…

“You said, you wanted to watch me while I made breakfast for you,” Lan Zhan said quietly, eyes now locked with Wei Ying’s. “That you want to hold my hand while we’re sitting on your couch, watching a movie.”

“Oh. Lan Zhan, I can explain!” Wei Ying said, then squeezed her eyes shut and wished to disappear, because she actually couldn’t explain. This sounded as though she wasn’t just horny, this sounded as though she was in love with Lan Zhan or something. Which… was true. Fuck. Of course, she was in love with Lan Zhan! Well, who could blame her???

She slowly opened one eye, risking a glance. Lan Zahn was still there, looking at her. Waiting. Wei Ying closed her eye again, so she could think.

“Wei Ying.”

“Just a second!”

“I also want that.”

“What?” Wei Ying’s eyes flew open, so she could confirm with her eyes that her ears hadn’t heard that wrong.

The tips of Lan Zhan’s ears were flushed, but her eyes and the set of her jaw were determined. “I also want that, Wei Ying. With you.”

“Oh… So like… you’d want to be… I don’t know… “ Wei Ying swallowed hard, then looked at Lan Zhan’s cheekbone instead of her eyes. She wanted to kiss that cheekbone. “Like girlfriends? Gal Pals? Les-bee-anz? Gaaaaaaayyyyy-“

Lan Zhan had mercy on her and shut her up with a kiss.

It took them 45 minutes to get to Lan Zhan’s apartment. Wei Ying didn’t leave until noon the next day, 10 angry messages from Jiang Cheng, and many orgasms later.

#wangxian #the untamed #mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian #modern au #I never posted this to tumblr #betty drabbles

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Little J Vibes: A Playlist (Repost!)

so I love making playlists, and I love sharing them with interested parties, but I would like to keep the fandom stuff (public at least) off of my personal spotify account. So - I made some unlisted youtube playlists! you can find this one here

Track listings and color commentary under the cut.

image sources: (x) (x)

Second Child, Restless Child - The Oh Hellos I so rarely change the first track in these playlist updates, but this captures the thesis of her so much better, I think.

See, I was born a second child / With a spirit running wild, running free / And they saw trouble in my eyes / They were quick to recognize the devil in me

Kaleidoscope Heart - Sara Bareilles Inside is not a heart / But a kaleidoscope

Bird Song - The Wailin' Jennys this to me is just the vibe of baby Jenny when we first meet her at the top of the series? And I had to include this band just for the name alone, yk?

I'd like to be those flowers, open to everything.

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - as performed by Patti Smith It's my own design / It's my own remorse

Save Yourself - tiLLie You think you figured me out, but I am someone else / And all the words you said to get into my head / Were such a waste of breath

Mainstream Kid - Brandi Carlile again the whole thing. (loving Brandi Carlile is wlw culture)

I was born so I could fall in line / I’m a legend in my own mind

Gold Dust Woman - Fleetwood Mac Rulers make bad lovers / you better put your kingdom up for sale

Castle - Halsey I'm headed straight for the castle / They wanna make me their queen / And there's an old man sitting on the throne there saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean

Hard Times - Paramore All that I want / is to wake up fine. / Tell me that I’m alright / that I ain’t gonna die.

brutal - Olivia Rodrigo I'm so sick of seventeen / Where's my fucking teenage dream?

Careful by Paramore (Paramore first tracks go so hard what a gift)

Shifting your weight / To throw off the pain / Well, you can ignore it / But only for so long

Least of All Young Caroline - Frank Turner (like this whole thing especially the chorus but the 2nd verse in particular)

You know her parents build her up / then they let her fall aside. / Now she has the scars on her legs that she won’t explain from when she disappeared that night

C’est Comme Ça - Paramore Lucky for me, I run on spite and sweet revenge/ It's my dependence on the friction that really hinders my progression

Bastards - Kesha Got too many people / got left to prove wrong

Don’t let the mean girls take the crown / don’t let the scumbags screw you ‘round / don’t let the bastards get you down

Is there Somewhere - Halsey (she is such a Jenny vibe, like everything she does but there are a few songs in particular on this list)

I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight

That's Mr. Bitch to You - Claud Bet you didn't know / I won't let a straight man throw me off

Anti-Hero - tswift this track and this album belong to Jenny, actually

It's me, hi / I'm the problem, it's me / At teatime, everybody agrees

Why Am I Like This? - Orla Gartland I’ve got my mistakes on loop inside my head

Relative Fiction - Julien Baker something something you have to be cold to be queen. also: gay.

Do I get callous or do I stay tender? / Which of these is worse and which is better? / Dying to myself, virtually a massacre / A character of somebody's invention / A martyr in another passion play / I guess I don't mind losing my conviction / If it's all relative fiction anyway

Church - Aly & AJ Too many nights and there’s no end / I’m hellbent, the reckless one

Back to Black - Amy Winehouse just bc no one rocks the black monochrome lewk like J

And I tread a troubled track / My odds are stacked, I'll go back to black

Hold Me Down - Halsey really all of Badlands is Jenny, but I really like the live performance I have on the playlist bc it’s so raw (and the piano is so good)

I sold my soul to a three-piece / and he told me I was holy

Hurricane - Halsey Don’t belong to no city / don’t belong to no man

Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright - as performed by Kesha I know a different cover of this is on the show during That Episode, but this cover? It’s just her voice with a synth (or strings?) underneath and it is such an incredible and devastating interpretation 10/10 would recommend

I ain't sayin' that you treated me unkind / You could have done better but I don't mind / You just kinda wasted my precious life / But don't think twice, it's all right

Good Kisser - Lake Street Dive an aftermath of That Episode song

Now everybody’s talking ‘bout me / 'Cause you would dirty me up just to get yourself clean

Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers I have no explanation other than that she is just a Vibe. a kinda final girl vibe

And while you're bleeding on your back / In the glass / I'll be glad that I made it out / And sorry that it all went down like it did

Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole - Martha Wainright just, all the lyrics

I will not pretend / I will not put on a smile / I will not say I’m all right for you / When all I wanted was to be good

Galileo - Indigo Girls I just, cannot make a lesbian-themed playlist without them

How long ‘til my soul gets it right?

Tattoos - Frank Turner one of my fave lyricists of all time, and I very much hc Jenny getting several tattoos in her adulthood and I may have written fic about it

Because the ink in my skin / Where the needle went in / However many years ago / Has left marks on my arms / And they say who I am / Everywhere that I go

Loving Her - Katie Pruitt this is just a wlw anthem, that’s all

If loving her hurts, I'll keep on hurtin' / If it means staying true to who I am

26 - Paramore Hold onto hope, if you got it / Don’t let it go for nobody / And they say that dreaming is free / But I wouldn’t care what it cost me

Rainbow - Kesha this whole album is for women exorcising all the toxic men from their past, we love to see it

And I know that I’m still fucked up / But aren’t we all, my love?

@!#?@! - Motion City Soundtrack it’s been years and I still don’t know how to say this title out loud, I just call it expletive or the motherfuckers song. Justin Pierce just sings “you motherfuckers” so tenderly…unparalleled…

You all need to go away, you motherfuckers. / You all need to leave me and my sensitive homeboys alone.

You're on Your Own, Kid - tswift I looked around in a blood-soaked gown / And I saw something they can't take away / 'Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned / Everything you lose is a step you take

The final two are more like bonus tracks, for both the humphrey sibs, bc I love them both sm. (And they’re both by Brandi Carlile. because I’m me.)

The Joke

like the first verse is so Dan? and the second is so Jenny?

I see you tugging on your shirt / Trying to hide inside of it / And hide how much it hurts

We gotta dance with the devil on a river / To beat the stream / Call it living the dream, call it kicking the ladder

Murder in the City

I wonder which of us is better / Which one our parents loved the most / I sure did get in lots of trouble / They seemed to let the other go

Always remember there is nothing worth sharing Like the love that let us share our name

#brace yourselves kiddos I've made even MORE of these #and have no intention of stopping muahahahhaha #jenny humphrey rights!#playlist #gossip girl #it's loving jenny humphrey hours #full disclosure the first pic i've had saved on my phone so long i cannot for the life of me source it #source: ig makeup #source: jenifer prince #jprince makes so much gorgeous wlw art y'all should check it out <3 #jessica makes moodboards 2k21 #*

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Eternal Hearts Liveblog: Part 4: Chapter 7-8

An actual thing I told a friend when I started this draft: “These chapters have been a real let down in comparison [to the face-sitting/dick-key-ring guy chapter]. Altho I’m on the necrophilia chapter now so things are looking up!”

And we start off with a body in the trunk.

RIP Charley.

Don’t worry, he’s not the body involved with the necrophilia, because it wouldn’t be problematic enough otherwise.

WARNING: DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT! This a liveblog of Eternal Hearts, which is a book that got de-canoned about a week after publication for good fucking reason!

Today’s warnings are: Necrophilia, necrophiliac rape (”but Dusty, isn’t necrophilia by definition rape?” buddy I didn’t say the corpse was the one not consenting. This is, like, rape squared), fridged WLWs (I wish that was the worst thing that happened to this particular WLW), me pretending Sascha Vykos has a period kink until Lucy refuses to let me lie to myself any longer (it makes sense in context. Unfortunately), corrective rape mention, and the current chew toy of the universe getting kidnapped after we know somebody’s been hinting about wanting to rape her (not Becca).

Yeah it’s rape all the way down.

This chapter is worse than usual. At least dick keyring guy was funny, this chapter’s just...

dear fucking god shoot me now. “The necrophilia chapter” does not prepare you for what is coming (it’s not me. I’m not coming. I’m as dry as the Sahara)

Godspeed, you poor bastard. May god welcome you through the Pearly Gates, although I’m not sure Heaven exists in this shitty shitty universe.

Oh yeah and he wants to murder Becca, clearly.

Trust me, Lucy. WE KNOW. Dude’s gotten laid twice and all he can think about is his sister and it’s the only way he can get off, ewwwww.

Like -- full disclosure? Brother/sister incest, when consensual, has never really fazed me at all. There’s way sicker shit out there (see: this entire fucking novel) than two adults consensually fucking and I really don’t care. “Ooooh, they’re ~*~SIBLINGS~*~, aren’t I an edgelord?” no man I honestly don’t give a shit.

But there’s that, and then there’s... this.

Touching David’s dick or being forced to touch his dick is gross no matter how distant you both are in the gene pool.

Poor Becca. Poor, poor Becca.

Jesus fucking Christ. Do I really need to comment on this one?

David reminisces on his first rapes of Becca. He uses the word “nymphet” which, if you’re well read enough, you’ll recognise as the same word Humbert Humbert uses to describe Dolores in Lolita, specifically a word that he used to describe sexually attractive (to him, mind) ~13YOs.

So he raped her that night and ofc he thought she liked it (which is why he’s calling it “rape”, obviously). Loud sigh. And we get descriptions of the rapes -- Becca takes escalating precautions to protect herself up until she threatens him with a knife, at which point the rapes stop. Because nothing says “I wanna have sex with you” like locking your door and threatening your bro with a knife.

So he’s raped her three times.

Now he wants revenge for her telling Emmet to check him into rehab. Specifically, revenge with his dick.

So David goes to Becca’s house, presumably to rape her, because that’s all he can fucking think about. He is hyperfocused on this bullshit.

Luckily for both Becca, there’s nobody there. Except the girlfriend, who’s dead, because the poor fuck got stuck in a room with Sascha fucking Vykos. And a creepy AF vampire.

(David briefly fantasises about Emmet and Becca banging each other bc... Reasons I guess???)

Anyway, David breaks in and meets a creepy vampire.

Look, let me tell you upfront here, spoilers galore: the Eternal Hearts wiki page lied. This isn’t actually Isabel, it’s Sascha, even though “Isabel” hears a sound and calls out to “Sascha”, thinking it’s Sascha, because of... idk, Reasons???

Look, consistency isn’t this book’s strong point, okay?

Anyway they’re Sascha Vykos, not Isabel, but we don’t actually find that out ‘til chapter nine. So Sascha’s hanging out there, pretending to be Isabel, and is like “ohh hey, I heard a noise, is it... ME???”

Oh yeah, and “Isabel” has beheaded Becca’s girlfriend and is drinking the blood out of the severed head like an edgelord.

I’m choosing to believe that Sascha Vykos brought a blood bag over to indulge a period kink and that the blood between their thighs has nothing to do with the severed head they were just sucking on.

(Blame the author, not me, I’m just the fucking messenger.)

Saschabel starts masturbating. With their fingers. I think it’s really important to stress that they’re using their fingers, given what’s coming up later.

They know David is watching, they’re taunting him. They also think the poor corpse is Becca and are like “hey why don’t you eat me out and taste your sister’s blood?” because Saschabel just HAPPENED TO HAVE A BLOOD BAG IN IT WITH BECCA’S BLOOD LA LA LA I CAN’T HEAR YOU

Even David is like “yeah, no.” And also has a surprising amount of sense:

And then:

BLOOD BAGS ARE GREAT FOR PERIOD KINKS AM I RIGHT

Aaaaand then Saschabel grabs the severed head and then starts --

AAAUGH

OH GOD

WHY

WHYYYYYYYY

There goes the blood bag/period kink idea. God fucking DAMN IT. You couldn’t let me just HAVE THIS for ONCE, could you, Eternal Hearts?!?!

David realises that the corpse isn’t Becca because its (her? fuck) tits aren’t big enough. Also he has a huge boner. Saschabel has noted this fact.

Saschabel also somehow knows that David wants to bone his sister, because...??? idk. Auspex or something.

and uh

then David starts making out with them.

?????????????????????????????????????????

because what Saschabel was just doing was... really hot? yeah nothing turns David on like corpsefucking I guess. And also lapping up the blood on Sascha’s stomach. dear god dude you’re not even a vampire what the fuck you’ve got NO EXCUSE.

David is about to screw Saschabel senseless but Saschabel is like “lol, no, you’re gonna do the corpse first.”

David is like WHAT.

Saschabel is like “(:” and also makes a pun about heads.

Honestly that terrible pun is the most tasteful part of this whole chapter.

(Actually no, scratch that, Saschabel compares David’s expression to an “untipped waiter” and that is genuinely funny. Dude’s about to be raped by proxy with a corpse and his reaction is compared to an untipped waiter.)

(Yeah that isn’t funny at all but look, if I don’t laugh I’ll cry so I’m choosing to laugh.)

David finally gives in to Saschabel’s threats and goes to town and we get to hear about it in sordid detail, which I will spare you. And thankfully, after an explicit couple of paragraphs, we cut to chapter fucking eight!

Thank. Fucking. CHRIST.

This chapter introduces us to Tony, who is a vampire hunter because he’s an adrenaline junky.

Tony daydreams about his guns, then gets horny:

Dude don’t fuck your prey, that’s just --

I changed my mind, fuck your prey as much as you like, it’s gonna be less rapey than this insinuation because at least if you rape a vampire they’ll rape you right back so we won’t feel as gross.

We cut to Odette, the woman Tony is thinking rapey thoughts about, who’s tailing Lucita and thinking about how she could run like hell right now if she wanted.

(PLEASE, RUN. RUNNN. RUN FAR AWAAAAAY)

And then she gets a flashback about being raped by a camp counselor, because... idk why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is actually really sad, because Odette is absolutely torn about running away from Victoria -- wanting to be free, but also too scared to leave, and too devoted to Victoria to leave. And also Victoria’s clearly been using Auspex on her, and Odette is scared of her mind reading powers.

Lucita seems to spot Odette, and turns around and heads towards her. But before she can reach Odette:

I presume this is Tony, the guy who wants to rape her.

Poor fucking goddamn Odette.

End chapter eight!

#Eternal Hearts liveblog #Eternal Hearts cw because like... if I listed all the warnings again we'd be here ALL DAY #and possibly I'd get the FBI overreaching their jurisdiction just to make me STOP #please kill me #wait actually #given what happened in chapter seven I'd just rather you didn't #I'll make do with a coma or something #VTM #Eternal Hearts #oh god that was horrible #rape cw #I can't believe I forgot to add that Jesus

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random scouts hcs!

I did a post like this for the warriors my beloved (here) and people seemed to like it so here's one for the scouts :) had some input from @afrival for this one luv u

no warnings I think

eren

if he had twitter he would have a vaporwave bart simpson profile picture and tweet lil peep lyrics. also uses way too many hashtags

he's scared of snakes and hates armin's ball python

his eyes are probably crusty as hell and mikasa has to wipe em for him because he won't

when he's losing an argument he goes "ooh you wanna kiss me so bad" and it always escalates things but he doesn't stop

almost exclusively wears american eagle

"what's a pronoun".mp3

uses the 💯 emoji in every other text message he sends

armin

sends his friends pictures of cats cuddling/hanging out and says "me n you <3"

genuinely can't stand when people have dirt under their fingernails. he gets so mad at eren bc his nails are dirty asf and armin forces him to clean them

he calls himself sexy a lot (e.g. "that was really sexy of me")

chews on bottle caps then is like hmm why do my teeth hurt

he hates feet. toes look weird to him. nobody in his house is allowed to take their socks off

unironically uses faces like ^-^ and :3

acne :(

mikasa

she's really bad at giving advice. don't go to her for help she'll literally be like "that's tough"

probably has like 4 instagram accounts made just to follow eren

solid black profile picture and no bio

maybe now and then she'll put a my chemical romance quote on her story but that's about it, she doesn't respond to dms or anything

doesn't wash that damn scarf so it's probably stinky

sticks staples, pins, etc through the tips of her fingers for no reason other than she likes freaking people out

probably hisses at people

jean

the only possible relationship dynamic somebody can have with him is rivals to lovers

very short social fuse and has to stay home for several days after public events bc it's just exhausting

he's an introvert adopted by extroverts (connie and sasha) and has to deal with their shenanigans. truly the mom figure between the three of them

marco has to listen to him ranting about connie and sasha's foolery and doesn't have much advice to offer bc he doesn't know either

for a long time he only knew "straight" and "gay" and when he found out about the concept of bisexuality his mind almost imploded

he sighs and yawns a lot and doesn't even realize he does it. people always think he's either annoyed or tired

probably dresses like a diet e-boy. crewneck king

connie

the kind of kid in your high school gym class that wears mismatching neon clothes. bonus points if it's nike

also the most likely to start a food fight for funsies

he doesn't yell often because his voice cracks when he does and it's embarrassing

sasha and him hate cafeteria food so he always brings an ungodly amount of food in his backpack instead to share with sasha. connie's backpack is 90% food

unironically says things like "pogchamp" and "rad"

he works at zumiez and probably lives there. always rocking their latest drip

jumps up and slaps exit signs

sasha

randomly breaks into song (usually disney songs) and connie will automatically duet

manages to fall asleep in any situation. on buses, while watching movies, sometimes even mid conversation if she's zoned out enough

tried to take armin fishing one time but he almost cried because he felt so bad about it

at least reiner will fish with her though. the himbos always come through

her instagram is all pictures of fish she caught and now and then there's an awkward candid pic of niccolo

stayed overnight in a walmart one time and got away and brags about it but she won't admit it was an accident. panicked and spent the night eating snacks off the shelves to "survive"

while she's talking her voice slowly gets louder and louder and she doesn't realize it until people tell her to stop yelling

historia

pulls people by the ears to bring them down to her level

also kicks people in the shins a lot, if she's arguing with someone they'll usually keep their distance to avoid getting shin kicked

loves climbing on ymir's back and just being carried around like the little creature she is

posts inspirational quotes on her story

would definitely be a cheerleader in high school. nobody would guess a prep like her is dating some grunge girl w a pretty much opposite personality

she always has bandaids with her for some reason. if someone gets scraped she'll whip out a bandaid immediately. her friends call her "mom" sometimes

hates grilled cheese so god damn much. can't stand it

ymir

"damn I don't remember asking".mp3

is always the first one to comment on historia's instagram posts. her comments range from "beautiful my queen!!!" to "damn ma yo ass fat"

she always called reiner gay as a joke then he came out as gay and for a while she thought it was her fault

her and reiner have wlw and mlm solidarity, they're bffs for that matter

if someone tells her that her music is too loud she'll say "huh?" and turn it up

similarly if someone scolds her for something she'll go "hm? repeat that, I'm a little deaf in this ear"

"bro stfu you always tell me you're gonna fire me for being late"

levi

really really hates cooking pasta because straining the water is for some reason more difficult than it should be

"do not underestimate me, bitches"

always refuses to get his hair cut at places in shopping centers. especially walmart great clips

makes monkey noises when he sees something he likes. he started doing this as a joke to mock zeke but it evolved and now he can't stop doing it randomly

will not hesitate to knock someone on their ass if they're talking shit

coffee makes him jittery so he drinks tea instead but won't admit to anyone that he lowkey also has a redbull addiction

hange calls him a catboy but he doesn't know what that means so he's always like "yeah" bc he thinks it means he's a cat person

hange

buys levi shoes from the kids section and doesnt tell him bc he likes them anyway

such a millennial, they say shit like "doggo" and "adulting"

"for practical reasons I don't exist. do not perceive me"

probably wants to marry mothman

levi has had to scold them on several different occasions for bringing live animals into the house

legally isn't allowed to cook bc they can and they will blow something up

goes on tipsy rants almost nightly

erwin

white skechers king

hosts barbecues in those white skechers. he talks shit about people with nile and pyxis like a bunch of gossiping middle aged fath- wait

his profile pictures on social media are probably pictures of himself taken from awkward angles with an empty expression. it's always posted like six times as well

when levi is getting Out Of Hand he'll pick him up from under the arms and carry him away like "okay, that's enough" and levi kicks around but can't escape

rubs his hands together a lot like a fly. nobody knows why he does it. what are you scheming

falls asleep on couches while watching sports games

[swinging his keys around his finger] "let's rock and roll"

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[Spoilers for The Haunting of Bly Manor!]

I know everyone is super loving Bly Manor cause ~80′s gays~!!! but some stuff about it sat really bad for me so I’m gonna try to verbalise it. Obviously if you loved it and aren't vibing with a critical analysis I'm not offended if you don't read lol. Also I’m not trying to say that there’s anything wrong with liking it! I just...didn’t, and I want to think about why, for a sec. (Sorry this got a bit long)

I think part of my problem is that I count Hill House as one of my favourite shows ever and I had ridiculously high hopes for Bly Manor, which probably couldn't ever have been fully realised. And there was actually a lot about it that I liked, especially at the begining. I thought the kids were great, and I loved the core group of Mrs Grose, Owen, Dani and Jamie. I liked the fact that the Henry Wingrave element was expanded upon, and I liked the complexity of Rebecca and Peter, and the room it gave them to be fully realised human beings. I quite enjoyed that they kept to the Hill House ghost mythology - that ghosts are lost in time but fixed in place, and that they jump from memory to memory, and haunt the people that they care about without knowing. But there were lots of things I wasn't so keen on...

Until the last episode my issues were mainly that it felt a bit...lazy? I can't stress it enough but the british accents were really really bad. Old!Jamie’s accent was deeply unbelievable and jarring, as was Henry Wingrave's, and although Peter’s accent was passable (I assume because the actor is English and not American like the others) it still didn’t match his mothers, or his ‘background’ - i.e. it sounded like a private school Edinburgh accent, not a Glasgow kid dragged up through poverty in the scheme - and yes there is a significant difference in those accents. I appreciate there’s a degree of privilege at play here - I’m used to the BBC producing high quality television where these details aren’t messed about with, and the production of Bly Manor was thoroughly American, but to put it in perspective, it would be like... if a character had a deep south dirt-poor Louisiana upbringing and spoke like somebody from a private school in Virginia. Other details also felt off - Rebecca’s costumes all seemed weirdly 2020-adjacent, none of the fashion or ancillary details seemed to match the UK in the 80s (which has a distinct feel), and the house that Peter returned to on his ‘memory bumps’ looked much more like an LA condo than a Scottish council house. Really, they should have just set it in America, because it felt more American than British, and they clearly didn't have any British people involved in the production.

I really didn't enjoy the narrative framing device of 'someone telling a story to a group of people at a party'. It makes sense in the Turn of the Screw, because the narrator is reading from a document written at the time of the events, so the narration becomes a first person one where the degree of detail is logically accounted for. In this take, the story alternated from being one which made sense - us just watching the characters move around normally - to one in which 'Jamie' (who’d apparently had a complete personality transplant that had turned her from a feisty northern lesbian into a coy, mysterious victorian englishwoman with a severe accent problem) adopted a falsely old-fashioned manner and told the wedding guests a ten hour long story about a haunted house. And somehow neither Flora nor Miles recognised any part of this story in the least, in spite of what must have been overwhelming similarities? It was very jarring.

I also kept waiting for a twist on a level with Hill House, but never got one. The big twist about Mrs Grose was, I thought, obvious from almost the first episode. I mean the woman didn’t eat or drink anything and spent most of her time confused about where she was, I thought it was fairly clear that she was a ghost. And yeah, I suppose because I’ve read the book I was never in any doubt that Peter was already dead. The ghosts in the background were much less spooky than in Hill House. They stood around in broad daylight while the characters talked and joked and it kind of felt like the ghosts had wandered in by accident and felt too awkward to leave. I really liked how spooky Hill House was - even apart from the jump scares I thought the psychological elements and the open discussion of death and grief was really affecting. I didn’t feel that at all in Bly Manor, and by the time we found out the details of Mrs Grose’s death, I’d already come to terms with it. But all of this would have been fine, if it hadn’t been for the last episode.

I really really didn’t enjoy the bury your gays ending. And I’m not even usually against this in principle! I think in a dark/horror context, where there’s implied to be an ever-present threat of character death, it’s unreasonable to expect that no characters will die or experience tragedy - and in cases where there’s abundant LGBT rep some of those characters will by necessity not be cis/straight. So I don’t have a problem with gay characters meeting tragic or dark ends, as a general rule, particularly when it serves a narrative purpose and isn’t gratuitous. My problem here was in the manner and necessity of that death.

There were ways in which Dani could have died in this story that I would have felt were narratively meaningful and cathartic, but the manner in which she did die failed to hit those beats for me. This is a story in which two women in the 80's fall in love and are doomed by the world around them (we're already in Meryl Streep 'groundbreaking' territory here, in terms of metaphor). They know death is coming for them, that it will likely destroy them both, that they won't have an opportunity to grow old together, that eventually one day it will catch them and everything will be over - they're on borrowed time, and they spend a lot of that time looking over their shoulders waiting for shit to break bad. In the end, they're destroyed by a force in Dani's body/mind that she can't fight, that she can't win against, and the spectre of which haunts her through the years. Like... the obvious parallel here is mental health, and suicide - they even go out of their way to feature that classic heartsink moment with the overflowing bath. And to me, any story that has a message of 'no matter how strong you are, no matter how much love you have and give, or how beautiful the life you've built is, eventually the dark forces in your mind will Get You and it'll probably be before you make it to middle age' is... really shitty. The other echo that struck me was the HIV/AIDS crisis - obviously wlw were relatively spared from this, in comparison to mlm, but it still carries a cultural legacy of pain and trauma, and I really didn't need this show to grind down on that for me.

And the thing is... in the original story, the governess doesn't even die! Miles does, so maybe there's an argument here that Dani sacrificed herself in exchange for Miles's life in this retelling, but I'm still struck by this element of, like... they added this in! They chose to do this! Only one character dies in the course of this show (with Mrs Grose dying before the show starts) and it's the gay woman?? Why?? What did it show?? Why was it necessary?

Not to mention, the 'epilogue' scene paints Jamie as being very lonely and isolated. I'm not sure why the children didn't recognise ANY elements of this story from their past - even assuming they forgot the ghostly elements of their childhood, they should be able to see the similarities in the characters, but the scene also seems to imply that Jamie really isn't very close to Miles and Flora, and that she doesn't even really get to have a relationship with them as adults, in spite of losing everything to protect them, and not having any family of her own.

Almost everybody else gets a happy ending, but Jamie ends the night of the epilogue standing alone at a table, with the love of her life dead in a cursed lake, doomed to spend eternity watching over a crumbling house, and idk to me? that kind of sucked.

#the haunting of bly manor #bly manor #the haunting of hill house #hill house #bury your gays #spoilers #long post

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