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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Authors Note: So here's part 3! I officially love this series and am extremely proud of where it's headed! If you want to be added to the tag list as it goes along, drop me a message or a comment 🥰 thanks for reading!

Summary: You're marrying a man for an easy life, yet you're so in love with your best friend it hurts. What would happen if everything changed drastically between the two of you before you were due to be wed?

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Angst, heartbreak more than I'd like to admit, slow burn, mild smut Word Count: 2.4k

Taglist: @kayleeelena97 @eddiemunson-mylove @itsfreakingbats @joeschains @choke-me-eddie @creoleguurl @almightywdm @xlilithb @shawnamae87 @mythicalea @aysheashea @chickennug90 @figmentofquinn @sidthedollface2

Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨Part 4 ✨ Part 5

As the saying goes, nothing is ever too late to fix, but this felt like a pretty impossible task. You kept the letter in the safest place, away with all your little box of memories you brought from home when you first moved out. It was for safe keeping and most definitely, for your eyes only. When your fiancé wasn't around, you'd steal a look at it more than once, tears were stained beautifully marking some of the ink unclear, but the words ran freely in your head, you could hear them aloud; stored in your brain like they had been imprinted.

You cried most days, didn't sleep most nights. Your mental health deteriorating and you were becoming numb to the events unfolding, just ready to get it over and done with. The weeks were passing in the blink of an eye but the time without Joe was impeccably mind numbing, he wasn't ever not in the forefront of your mind.

You saw him like a mirage in the dessert, imagining you'd seen him on the street but it was never him or just your head playing stupid tricks on you. It bothered you that everyone around you was happier than you were that you were to become a rich mans wife, a little trophy for him to parade around as he saw fit. It made you feel even worse that it was your parents that never failed to tell you each and every day how excited they were for the big day.

You were repulsed by even just your fiancé's name at this point, stricken down by the fact that this was going to be your life now, that nothing would ever get better, purely down to the fact that you were willing to sit back and let nothing be done about it. Some would refer to you as a coward, an idiot but not your Joe, not the one who confessed his love in the way he did.

Though everything about your friendship was ripped apart from between you, he still saw the beauty in you, he still so eloquently loved you with everything he could; that was the part that hurt the most. There were moments where you imagined what life could of been like if you both had just spoke your truths sooner, screamed them from the rooftops so that one didn't mishear the other, but life seems to throw way too many curveballs and unfortunately the happy ever afters you'd always believed in weren't ever to be your own. Not your happy ending. Not him.

There was only one thing that didn't stand right with you, that corrupted the only good you had left of him, the fact Joe knew that you were at that particular bridal shop that day, one out of many in the whole of London. How did he come to know of your whereabouts? Surely someone had to know the truth, yet it felt like hawk eyes were watching you from every angle and at this point you didn't know who to believe or who was on your side, so again; you kept everything stored away.

One thing was for sure, nothing was to deter you from tonight, the hen party or what you kept calling a big night out to your friends. You were in the mood to get borderline paralytic, to forget your own name and the shit pain you'd put yourself through for the good of nothing. It was only a few weeks now until you were to be unhappily wed to the not so love of your life, so instead of spending your time over analysing the fact of your so called misfortunes, you decided to focus on the present time and have a good time with your friends.

They no doubt spoiled you, bringing all the props from a bride to be sachet with their own matching ones to wear, to a pretty plastic and very much tacky tiara with a veil attached to it, they'd even forked out on a blow up penis and penis straws for your drinks. You knew your girl friend's would endure to make it a shabby hen night and they had excelled in just that. One of them had bought you the most revealing and undoubtedly short white dress, sequins and diamantes planted around the hem, covered in spouts of lace around the chest. You stood with a large glass of wine in your hand, making sure to take as many sips as you could away from fear of staining the material before you even got out of your house.

You'd near enough polished the whole bottle when it was time to leave, you had your hair curled, make up done by your friend that cared to apparently carry around her case of it wherever she went and you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, glammed up and ready to party.

"Ready ladies?" You smiled.

"A shot of dutch courage for the bride to be?" There was no doubt in your head that you wanted to push the words back down your friends throat when she uttered the last part, but the shot sounded a great idea, you nodded, a plastic shot glass immediately handed to you and tequila poured straight to the brim.

"To you princess!" You knocked the shot back, immediately choking at the given nickname, nobody called you that bar Joe, not even your husband to be. It was like glitter and gold when he said it but from anyone else it was a pure insult, for as much as you made out you hated it, you'd come to prefer it now he was no where to be seen.

Your friend patted your back at you attempting to catch your breath, you shook her off and pointed back to the bottle.

"Another." They all cackled at your desperation.

Taking at least two more before heading out, you could feel the effects pretty much straight away, you didn't know how far you'd make it through tonight, but you'd try your damned hardest to make it last, for the next day saw it another day closer to eternal damnation as you saw lightly to refer to it.

The buzzing nightlife of London was well and truly in full swing, giving you reason to breathe for the first time in months, the cloud in your brain now making a bee line for the bar to drown your sorrows further. You made it into the club after a rickety underground ride into the centre of town, singing poorly to the own tunes of your vocals annoying the sober people that probably just wanted to get home. The lights were dimmed, replaced by the strobe lights that shone on the middle of the dancefloor, your friend almost whacking people in her wake with the blow up penis she had clutched in her hands, holding it in the air like a flag that if any of you lost each other; this was the sign to find your way back.

You'd cleared the club of their tequila, throwing it back like nobodies business, heaving as each shot burned your throat unwillingly, you weren't about to quit either, you bought a bottle of vodka to initially share which you were sipping heavily on, not letting anyone touch your most prize possession of the night.

"Wait here, I need to pee." You yelled out under the deafening music. Your friend stuck her thumb up at you, turning her attention to the others that were clearly too busy to notice from their occupied status of playing tonsil tennis with a group of guys on the table next to you. You took a detour from the toilet and went out into the smoking area, you just needed a minute to yourself, time to breathe without anyone shoving the idea of anymore detail of your husband to be being so simply perfect for just one second.

You scattered through your bag to grab a cigarette, putting it straight to your lips and once again your lighter was no where to be seen. Scouting the area to find a group of men stood huddled in a corner saw you wander over, blurry eyed and thoughtless to ask them if you could borrow their flame so you could enjoy it in peace.

"Excuse me-" You stumbled into the back of one of them, tripping over air "can I trouble you for a lighter boys?"

Your eyes levitated upward to the person stood before you, the cigarette falling from your lips as your jaw almost fell to the floor.

"Well, you proved my theory. Princess." Oh. My. Fucking. God.

Joe pointed to your tiara, flicking it with his fingers before pulling out a fresh cigarette, putting it to your lips and lighting it for you.

"I-I-" You stuttered, nursing the vomit that was making it's way from your stomach and up out your mouth, you swallowed it back, taking a drag and blowing the smoke up into his face.

"A princess I am." You cringed at yourself, maybe it was the alcohol talking but you came across somewhat confident and it undoubtedly made him smile, the smile that you'd craved to see for so long now seemed so bizarre, so wrong to be witnessing, especially with the double vision also known as tequila, you were now seeing two of that beautiful specimen.

"Looking good princess." Another of the guys called out, Joe nudged his elbow back directly into his stomach, for their mocking only added to the pissed off look he was now letting onto.

The next drag you took probably consumed at least 80% of the cigarette you held between your lips, letting the smoke come out of your nose you threw it to the ground, your eyes following it, not being able to muster the courage to look back up at the man you loved.

"I have to go." You raced out of the smoking area and through the club, taking the long way around so none of the girls were to see you in your upset, tears falling like the heaviness of a waterfall, smudging your make up that was once intact. Pushing open the bathroom door, you rushed over to the sink, dry heaving, a mild panic attack eating you alive as you started to hyper ventilate.

"Are you okay?" Joe.

"You know this is the girls toilets." Of course he knew, of course you didn't know that he'd practically chased your tracks through to where you were.

"What are you doing here?" You snapped, once staring at his reflection through the mirror you managed to turn yourself around and scowl over at an apologetically faced boy who looked like he'd just been deflated.

"I'm on a night out, what are you doing here?" The sarcasm was imminent.

"Why did you have to be here though, in the same place at the same time as me. There are so many other places you could be, how?" Joe stepped closer to you and you stepped back.

"The timings impeccable right?" Joe barked a laugh and you threw yourself over at him, punching his chest so lightly that he could barely feel it, but both the alcohol and your anger was now to be took out on him.

"Did you get my letter?" You stopped immediately, throwing your arms around his back, clutching at his shirt, the term ugly crying had never looked better right now. You nodded into his chest.

"I missed you, princess."

You took a step back, your arms coming back down by your side, not long after grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him into the stall, the door slamming so loudly as he pushed it back. Joe caged you up against the wall, lips inches away from each other, already raging for oxygen, your lungs both crying out for the limited oxygen that the bathroom was offering you.

"Stop, we can't." You begged so little that it only came out in a whisper.

"Watch me." Joe pushed his lips down onto yours, leaning a hand on the back of your thigh as one leg came to wrap around him, the other following as he pulled you up into his grip. What had you got left to lose anymore anyway, what was one little kiss going to achieve?

Your mouths opened wider with every smack of your lips, tongues colliding as if they were at war, the other trying to dominate their muscle every time each of you dared to take control. Your hands clutched to the back of his curls, squeezing lightly making Joe moan into your mouth, pressing his erection up against the inside of your thighs. Your dress already short, now rid up to your underwear line. You whimpered down his throat, feeling the goose bumps appear on the back of his neck.

Joe pulled back in an instant, his eyes overcome with darkness, pupils fully dilated but no sparkle left to be seen.

"You're right. We can't." Joe put you back down to the floor, unlocking the stall and stampeding toward the exit of the bathroom, a few girls looking over confused as to why a male was in the females. They left quickly when they saw the fire a blaze in your eyes.

"Joe, wait!" You felt your blood beginning to boil, tears rising to fall.

"I'm sorry." He turned slight but then left without a last glance, you fell to the floor wishing that you could turn back time. Your face pressed to your knees, crying out for him, but he never came back.

Confirming after this meeting that things could never be he same again. Could this moment have gone a different way had you of told him your feelings back?

This was worse than the last goodbye, a cruel fate.

#joseph quinn fan fiction #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn angst #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fluff

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beautifulhigh · 5 months

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“And that is why Alex says he loves Henry on purpose. Because he is making the active choice to be with Henry, to forge a forever with him…”

All of it is beautifully persuasive and on point. But this section in particular convinced. You reminded me of Alex and Bea’s conversation and it all makes sense now. I should reread the book 😌Thank you for answering my ask so eloquently. Sincere apology to Alex, that sweet, romantic little shithead.

I'm glad my ramblings made sense! But yeah, Alex is actively choosing Henry - especially in that moment - and it's the first time that someone outside of Bea and Pez (and Shaan but the dynamics there are different) is putting him first.

I think it matters that Alex goes to Henry in that moment. Because outing is shitty enough to begin with but it's a whole other storm for Henry. It would have therefore been easy for Henry to have wanted to escape that, to run away to the 'Land of the free' and hole up in the White House as he threatened to do once.

I should have just packed a bag like I said. I could be in your bed, languishing away until I perish, fat and sexually conquered, snuffed out in the spring of my youth.

Instead he's trapped in Kensington, trapped in the palace and the institution, and Alex doesn't come to save him or rescue him, despite the quip about being "Bit short for a stormtrooper". (hashtag #imtaller)

The moment that stands out for me in that scene is this:

but they meet in the middle of the room

They meet in the middle. Alex has come to Henry, he has stepped beyond the wall that separates them, but here they meet in the middle.

“And I said, ‘That’s great, Mum, but as long as you’re letting Gran keep me trapped, it doesn’t mean a fucking thing,’” Henry says. Alex stares down at him, shocked and a little impressed.

Henry is trapped in his circumstances, the palace, the family he's been born into, but when he's with Alex he's freer than he could ever be. Alex gives him that space, carves it out. (it's like the fireside scene from the movie where Henry has the line about the prince's heart "did beat freely once more" and I cried over that because Alex gives Henry freedom.)

Alex loves Henry, deeply and fiercely and forever, and so the next step is logical to him:

“Can you explain?” he attempts lamely. “What [Henry's grief over Arthur is] like? What I can do?”

He wants to know because he wants to know what he can do. He wants to understand so he can act, even if it means doing nothing. If that's what Henry needs then that is what he will do. I've read some beautiful fics that show Alex actively caring for Henry during a depressive or grief-filled episode, and I've read fics where all Alex does is be there with him. And both of those choices are valid and perfect because Bea tells Alex what he needs to do.

“Do you understand?” she asks him, looking right into his eyes. “You need to understand this to be with Henry. He is the most loving, nurturing, selfless person you could hope to meet, but there is a sadness and a hurt in him that is tremendous, and you may very well never truly understand it, but you need to love it as much as you love the rest of him, because that’s him. That is him, part and parcel. And he is prepared to give it all to you, which is far more than I ever, in a thousand years, thought I would see him do.”

My brother will love you to the ends of the earth but there will be days when he will struggle to love himself. And you need to know that you are getting both Henrys.

There is a reason why "for better or for worse" is a traditional wedding vow. It's because you are promising to be with that person, to love that person, to support them through the shittiest times just as much as you will celebrate the best of times with them.

Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

To use the Bard's words, love is not love if it fucks off the second things get too hard. Love is not love if it decides that "nah, I liked the person you were yesterday more, please stop growing and changing even if it is just happening because I understand and know more about you". Every single one of us is altering with every single day. We get a little older, a little wiser. Things happen and we have to change and adapt. We reveal a little bit more about ourselves.

Love is not love if it decides that something is too ugly or depressing.

The more Alex comes to know and understand Henry, the more he loves him. And even when he finds out about Henry's depression he's not noping out of there. He's turning up - literally and metaphorically - and we had the foreshadowing that he would do this long before this awful moment:

Listen: I’ll fly to London right now and pull you out of whatever pointless meeting you’re in and make you admit how much you love it when I call you “baby.” I’ll take you apart with my teeth, sweetheart.

If you want out of the meeting then I will do that. If you want to be taken apart then I will do that. If you want to be held then I will do that. Tell me what to do, let me do the things that I know you love because I know you and I want to show you that I know you.

Henry subjected himself to the mortifying experience of being known and it results in them getting married. Because Alex fell in love and he made the choice to see it through. He could have bailed at any time - hell, Henry himself even gave him an out. And what was Alex's response to that?

He wrote him a list and ended with this:

20. The fact that you loved me all along I keep thinking about that last one ever since you told me, and what an idiot I was. It’s so hard for me to get out of my own head sometimes, but now I’m coming back to what I said to you the night in my room when it all started, and how I brushed you off when you offered to let me go after the DNC, how I used to try to act like it was nothing sometimes. I didn’t even know what you were offering to do to yourself. God, I want to fight everyone who’s ever hurt you, but it was me too, wasn’t it? All that time. I’m so sorry. Please stay gorgeous and strong and unbelievable. I miss you I miss you I miss you I love you. I’m calling you as soon as I send this, but I know you like to have these things written down.

(Emphasis is mine. Obvs.)

Alex knows that he has been loved since the Olympics, and the way that Henry has loved him has changed (which is different to altering) because to begin with Henry denied himself Alex to protect himself, and then after the DNC he offered to deny himself Alex to protect Alex. To give Alex a shot at his dream and life plans, all the things that Henry didn't think he could be a part of.

That moment, that offer Henry made, is before the storming of Kensington when everything is laid bare for Alex - how Henry thought he could have something, a small piece of Alex until Alex got bored or frustrated and then left him. (The infererence that other people have done that to Henry in the past will never leave me or not break my heart.) But now Henry knows that Alex is all in, will wait for however long it takes for them to work this out, and so that email is Alex's promise and reminder of that. The stream of "I miss you" without pause going straight into "I love you" makes it clear - Alex isn't even pausing for breath to let Henry know this and he will speak to Henry before he reads this but Alex knows him. Knows he likes to "have these things written down".

Here is my promise to you. Here is that reminder. Here is my choice.

So when Bea tells Alex that he needs to love and accept all the parts of Henry because Henry is willing to give Alex all of those pieces of him, Alex's response is instant. He's already made that choice, even if he didn't consciously realise it. So much of his relationship with Henry has been unconscious and he's caught up with his brain weeks, months, years later down the line.

“But I’ve always felt it, in him. There’s this side of him that’s … unknowable.” He takes a breath. “But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That’s the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

Alex knows that he will never fully understand what it was like for Henry to lose his father in the way that he did. He can be told the story and he can see the effect of it but he cannot understand it. Not fully. His love-as-a-noun is looking on the tempest of Henry's emotions and he's not moving.

He is choosing to stand on the cliff and he is choosing to jump off it. He loves Henry. He loves the Henry who has depression and grief so visceral it incapacitates him. He loves the Henry who crafts words so carefully to express more than the words themselves ever could. He loves the Henry who is funny and smart and cutting with his wit. He loves the Henry who gives himself up so completely and loves so deeply.

Alex loves Henry all the more because he sees just how strong and brilliant he is behind the polished veneer of the Prince of Wales. (For this I could copy in the entire maps email, or the scene after the LA hotel night when Alex watches Henry transform himself into the Prince.) Alex loves Henry all the more because he is let in on those dark moments, that Henry trusts him and wants him there when he is at his most vulnerable.

Alex loves Henry for who he is, and Henry is who he is because he's been through all the things he's been through. The perfect version of the prince that Alex sneered at at the beginning of the book, the one that he was enamoured with but didn't have the words or the emotional intelligence to understand why, has been altered with each new revelation. Alex has discovered more and more about who Henry is behind that front he puts on to the world and he's still here, standing in Kensington, telling Bea he's not going anywhere. Even if he never fully understands it, even if this part of Henry remains slightly shrouded to him because he can understand the concept but not the reality.

Alex's love did not alter when it alteration found.

#jen answers stuff #anonymous #overthinking jen is overthinking #sorry - didn't plan on another meta when you sent this but here we are #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #henry fox mountchristen windsor #red white and royal blue #rwrb #otp: history huh

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ilgaksu · 8 months

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i'm finally in enough of a bad mood today to take it out on something by breaking my long-held promise never to write fandom meta on disability again so HEY LET'S GO.

so, go read this post first (spoilers for fullmetal alchemist, but the thesis of the post is that respect for bodily autonomy is a sign of love, even when in most modern media it's disregarded as a sign of it, especially in medical contexts. it's so eloquently and beautifully put that it's a great jumping off point.)

okay, so: did anybody else get given this kind of dilemma in early critical thinking studies at school? the example we got given is this: your wife is dying and needs a medical treatment to save her life, but the medical treatment directly contravenes her lifelong religious or spiritual beliefs. should you do it?

honestly, i think a lot about how the husband in those articles and examples is framed as some kind of unspeakable monster if he upholds her beliefs and lets her life be lived in continuous honour of those beliefs, knowing she will die in alignment with them but that she will die. he's always a monster if he does that, or backwards, or unscientific, or uncaring - as opposed to, depending on how you frame it, and you can frame it so many ways, the one person in that room truly on his wife's side, and having to make the worst decision anyone can make. and how the only compassionate thing is to have no judgement and instead pray like hell that you're never personally standing there by someone's hospital bed having to make the kind of decision like that, with a time limit on life and death, and having to war with your own wants over the explicit known desires of the person you love.

and the medical staff are trained to save someone's life at all costs. that is their remit. but what about yours?

what if it's life and death, but they're conscious? what if the person is entirely cognisant, and conscious, and able to make their own medical decisions, and is, despite their medical situation, currently able to physically live alone without support? what if they aren't, but medical autonomy and human dignity is based not on the necessities of physical support, but in the inviolable right to self-determine your own medical decisions for as long as you can? and how often are those necessities perceived as demands? what if we show, often, more respect for the dead and their burial wishes than for their final medical wishes when alive? what if we have to acknowledge that us doing that is out of love and fear and more love? that we're the person standing at that hospital bed, and we prayed like hell but it happened to us and to someone we love anyway, and now we're having to choose but what we actually want is more time and we'd do anything on our end to ensure it?

why is it easier, in that moment, to empathise with the person standing at the end of the hospital bed, and not the person in it? is it because we're far more likely, statistically, to be the former and be able to communicate our feelings on it after the event, compared to the person in it, who may pass away? is it because we're a society so afraid of death that we're afraid to meaningfully debate on what it means to die on our own terms?

what if the person shuts you down and refuses to engage on the topic, beyond being very clear about what they want? what if it's no longer up for discussion, but you have, you believe, options left that they aren't seeing or agreeing to? what if you know they won't consent to it if you ask honestly and ahead of time? do you then have the right to show up and demand it of them? do you have the right of intervention, if you know it's a decision they've already made, because you feel the decision is wrong? do you have the right to tell other people their private medical information without their consent to gain that help? do you have a right to any of it? do you have the right to override someone's autonomy like that?

what if you are their partner? what choice is you showing up for them, and what choice is you just bargaining for more time, at any cost? even if it feels like they aren't even showing up for themselves anymore?

anyway heihua movie is solely about a tentacle monster in a cave, nothing else to see here

#if xiao hua had shown up at my house to inform me he'd told all my old friends about my medical information #and surprised me in doing that #and then expected me to run into the jungle gratefully after him #i would simply have driven his fancy jeep into the river and made sure i made it out so i could watch it drift downstream #meta #monster of the abyss #heihua movie #dmbj

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inkovert · 5 months

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Writeblr Positivity Tag

Tagged by @pertinax--loculos. Before I begin I just wanna say...Pockets...this BFF-ship is not one-sided. You're super cool and I always love seeing you on my dash and I miss reading about your stories (haven't heard about ATN in a minute D: I know it's in the 'second draft/editing' graveyard so I get it). My only disappointment is that we evidently live in different time zones so we're never active at the same time :'(. But yeah just had to clear that up. So EHEM, onto the tag!

What motivates you to write?

Oof. I've been trying to remind myself of the answer to this because your girl seems to keep forgetting. I think @pertinax--loculos put it beautifully: 'I write for the same reason I breathe. Because if I didn't, I would die'. I don't think I'm necessarily motivated to do it at this point, it's just that I'm incapable of NOT doing it. Which inevitably makes it difficult when I find myself in a slump and desperate to give up because I can't produce anything I deem "good enough". I know despite my frustrations I will keep trying to produce something because giving up is evidently not an option. In the past though, I think I was motivated by the prospects of other people eventually reading my work and wanting to give those imaginary future people the same feelings/experiences my favorite authors have given me when I read my favorite book. But as it's gotten harder and harder to get eyes on my work, that's stopped being a motivator for me (which is probably for the best).

A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud of/happy with. If not, maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them):

Can you believe it took me SO long to find an answer for this LOL. I think I'm mostly proud of how scenes I've written turned out, not necessarily specific lines. But I'll go with this one, because it stuck with me the most after I wrote it:

The last thing I truly tried to create was the destruction of myself.

Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them, and what are they like?

Hands down, it's Vince. Like, I love that boy. I can think about him in relation to almost everyone in my cast of characters and I smile even harder. But I think the relationship that I love the most in my story is the one he has with Cami. It's just so...wholesome and pure and playful and loving. Like the two of them truly come to care for each other so much, in a way that almost transcends any kind of relationship (their relationship is fully platonic btw). But Vince is just a lovable idiot. He is the resident himbo. He doesn't take life or himself too seriously which makes him easy to get along with. But he also has such an incredibly big heart and is actually quite sensitive once you get to know him. But the care, respect and admiration he grows to have for Cami over the course of the story is just so beautiful to watch and is one of the parts of my story I look forward to writing/developing the most. I could ramble on and say more but I will reign myself in.

What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I know this is an uncommon answer but...editing. Blank pages intimidate me. I hate coming up with words on the spot with nothing to build off of. But I love coming back to a chapter I've written, opening up a blank doc beside it and rewriting the chapter with stronger language/words/prose/dialogue etc. I'm often able to flex my writing chops when re-writing or editing a chapter rather than just writing it from scratch. The right words just come to me a lot easier and I can phrase things more eloquently than before. I know this is not what true true editing is...come back and ask me again in 6 months when I have to edit the completed second draft of my story and I'm writhing in agony.

What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialogue. Dialogue. Dialogue. I struggle with writing an engaging narrative voice/exposition. Can't worldbuild for my life. Descriptions scare me. But ask me to write a compelling, emotional, humorous, realistic conversation between two characters and I will hit the ground running.

What is something in the writeblr community that is most enjoyable?

I think Pockets also had a good answer for this that I agree with - people never forget you. You can be gone for 4 weeks, 4 months, or 4 years, but the minute you log back on and make a post, people will welcome you back into the community with open arms like you never left. And you realize just how much of a place you actually had in the community whereas often when you're in it on the day to day it can feel like you're shouting into the void and no one's listening. But people are listening and lurking and liking your posts, they just may be too shy to approach you or prefer to be in the shadows. But I can think of like at least 5 writeblrs who I've thought about in the last month and wondered where they went off to because I haven't seen them on my dash for months. Despite my qualms with writeblr at times, there is a semblance of a community here that I don't think many other platforms have or can replicate.

A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Scrivener. Literally Scrivener. I would not be able to do anything if I didn't have Scrivener. Scrivener is my life. It literally has everything a writer could need and more. When I tell you that everyday I'm discovering a new feature on this shit as if I'm using it for the first time rather than the mf 10 years I've had it. It legit has everything. “But what about —?” Yes. The answer is yes, it can do that, too. And I'm so grateful for it. And it's a ONE TIME purchase which is such a steal. It provides you so much and asks so little in return.

A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law, etc)

(what an anticlimactic question to end on but I legit do not worlbuild. I truly admire anyone who can but it's not me.)

Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters:

@starry-sky-stuff @lady-grace-pens @rose-red-ink @freedominique @vacantgodling @kaiusvnoir

And anyone who sees this and wants to jump in! Feel free to say I tagged you, happy to read your responses.

#tag game #know your strengths #world building isn’t mine #I grow anxious at the thought of it #I just make a bunch of mundane settings bc settings are needed for any story #but I don’t consider that world building

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thehollowone16 · 4 months

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Under the cut because of mentions of horror and horrifying situations

I enjoy reading those scary ask reddit stories. Like "what's the creepiest thing to happen to you while canping". Something about them makes my brain buzz with happy chemicals. I know most of them are probably fake and if they aren't they're peoples real stories and shouldn't probably be analyzed like fiction but I've had this idea in my brain for a while.

I kinda feel like there's a difference in some of them, something being terrifying vs creepy or even unnerving. I feel like, creepy is a step before real fear. Something is wrong and potentially there's a threat but your brain can't quite tell yet. Puts you on edge.

Like. Human footprints found in the morning circling your tent as you slept is creepy, unsettling, its an encounter that will stick with you for all the what ifs. Nothing happened so there was no threat. Or was there? You'll never get to know.

Creepy lives in that sorta space I feel like. This has probably been put more eloquently, but to me creepy is also worse than scary. Scary is like the relief of the threat making itself know, the tent being torn open with you in it is scary, horrifying, traumatizing. I don't mean to downplay it. In horror stories though creepy just. Sticks under my skin more. There's no catharsis, no ending to the buildup sometimes. Just you and some footprints circling your tent out in the middle of nowhere.

I feel like there's some writing advice in here somewhere. In college another student did this super well. I won't say the scene or what happened but it was this well timed, beautifully crafted scene where a piece of the environment got altered in a space of time it shouldn't have been able to. The main character blows it off but as a reader you know that shouldn't have happened. Thus the main character isn't alone, is being watched, carefully. But nothing happens in scene. Just a lot of buildup to an unsettling realization. I think about that scene all the goddamn time I hope that student publishes the book so people do analysis on it.

#random thoughts #writing adjacent #horror #creepy vs scary #very rambling #reddit stories #idk if this is anything #tw mentions of physical danger

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pennyserenade · 8 months

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this is my essay on the rapture if you were ever interested in reading <33 one of my top 4 movies of all time!!

first off mikaela, i just want to say this to you: you are delightfully big brained, and its a treasure to be able to walk through a movie this brilliant with you. you have a fantastic knack for analysis (one that i envy and i hope all of your english teachers complimented you on), with an eloquence that makes you an easy voice to follow.

secondly, i just want to say: you really captured what drew me to this movie, and described it beautifully along the way. this paragraph especially:

Where The Rapture thrives is in its dichotomous approach to religion as both maniacal desperation and delicate salve, as something that harms and something that you just can’t help but cling to. When talk of being called to Heaven began, it was in visions of rivers and pearls. At its culmination, it’s in inability to cope with grief, about wanting to see a loved one that’s been lost. By the time Sharon stands in a tent with her dirty and starving baby girl, jumping at any sound, waiting to be called to God, you start to feel she might’ve been better off taking her chances with the heroin.

i'm an english major, but on my way to getting that degree i've taken a fair share of religious classes too. it fascinates to me learn about religion as someone who was once really good friends with it, and now feels sorta at odds with it at all times. one of the classes i most enjoyed taking posited the idea that religion, along with all things, is a complex organization, neither completely good or completely bad as a whole. we had an entire unit on the benefits of organized religion -- how it offered a sense family, and a sense belonging to immigrants when they came to america; how it played into the civil rights movement; how it put women in novel positions of power (allowing them to organize events before they were allowed their own bank accounts). other classes i took, like latin american history and native american literature, showed the ways that religion allows for preservation of native cultures, even as they are being threatened. catholicism in mexico is saint-heavy and the religious holidays align with indigenous ones, because the indigenous people refused to commit to a religion that resembled nothing they understood to be true. the catholic priests had to adapt and now mexican catholicism is a blend of what was and what came to be. in america, there's so many different strands of catholicism, each a little different, because people who came from ireland and people who came from italy both needed something different, something wholly familiar.

what i'm trying to get at, and what you probably already know is: religion can be great. it can be visions of rivers and pearls - a delicate salve, as you put it - but it can also be horrid, desperate, needy. the rapture does a good job at representing this, and its probably why i like it so much. i haven't honestly sat down and collected all my thoughts on this film before today. i watched it late one night and have continued to be haunted by it, but until reading your essay i never really pinpointed why it has followed me like it has. i think the paragraph before your concluding one offers me up an explanation:

In the end, having given up her daughter out of hope in God, it’s that very loss that breaks the faith that Sharon has filled her emptiness with. Tolkin could have grounded his theme in Sharon’s theological accuracy, and told a story about a woman who was resolute in her convictions, and rewarded with being correct. Instead, he leaves the audience with something much more resonant, and cruel: what if you were right, and it didn’t matter?

what if you were right, and it didn't matter? i think this is a fear that follows both those who follow the church of god and those who subscribe to nothing at all, and maybe that's why its such a terrible gut punch. what happens when do everything you were meant to do, and you come to the other side and find it all doesn't matter? its a terrible, daunting notion that has been stuck in my throat until today, when i read this.

thank you so much for sitting down and writing this essay, and also for taking the time to send it to me. it was a delight to read and i'm so happy to find someone else who enjoys this movie as much as a i do.

#waiting-for-the-day #this is so long i'm sorry #but that essay was insanely GOOD #misc.

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i have literally no idea how to start this off its been like how many hours since i woke up and hastily reblogged and liked the initial post because i was too sleepy to parse shit but ONANISM. PEAK. THAT IS ALL. (not really. im going to start yelling screaming pissing shitting my pants you are quite literally god having taken shelter under the protection of a skilled human carcass)

THE HINTS OF SMALL BITS LETTING US IN ON THE FAINT IN BETWEENS. THE DIALOGUE. THE UTTER DEPRAVITY WHICH SWUNG AT ME LIKE A DUMBBELL AFOREMENTIONED ON A SIGN WHICH I FORGOT TO READ BUT ENDED UP ENJOYING ANYWAY DUE TO THE GRACE AND DELICACY IN WHICH IT WAS HANDLED

no joke, your work is inspiring and very much within my lane. although my vision was still under a fuzzy filter due to me having just woken up at the time of reading, i can still remember how beautifully morbid everything is from beginning to end. the way you interpret both beel and hades in onanism is so!!! fascinating, and quite refreshing as well as imo it provides a highlight on some more 'unsavoury' aspects of hades' personality while also not making him look like an outright edgy bad boy character as is often done in other modern romantic portrayals of him in media. BEELZEBUB. BEELZEBUB, oh curse his poor tortured soul, i FELT every emotion he was feeling for the entire duration of the strip and i myself have never fucked or even thought about fucking a corpse but for the entirety of it all i was just like 'damn,,, he just like me fr,,,,'

your art and storytelling oozes pure, raw, visceral emotion so powerful it doesnt just provide the shoes for the reader to put themselves in, it shoves the reader into them; making us feel the experience. each word was so eloquent befitting two very powerful deities but also casual(?) enough to make it seem as if we're in the car while all this shit goes down (which i imagine would be a twice as harrowing experience if that were the case 🗿)

ignoring how i just said the same thing twice but differently but IN CONCLUSION: I LOVE ONANISM!!!!! I LOVE BEELZEBUB!!!!!!! I LOVE HADES!!!!!!!!! I LOVE BEELHADES!!!!!!!! AND I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!! AND I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY/NIGHT AND I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!!!!! KEEP GOING BUT ALSO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF!!!!!!! 💖💖💖💖💖

Weweweeewrwewe i came back home and your inbox surprised me. I read every words thoroughly and for a moment i was moved so tyvm again (ᗒᗩᗕ) !!

Ty for reading and enjoying it hehe (≧◡≦), it was my first attempt to create something long and your review gives me the strength and confidence to keep creating more bubuhade stuff that i left undone in the back of my mind (hehe menacingly)

(randomly passes this painting commission i bought bcs you love them sm ( ◜‿◝ )♡)

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awerager · 2 years

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Did you see Bones and All in Venice yesterday ? Thats so amazing, so happy for you ! l have so many questions.😊 You wrote you need a long time to get over it, l suppose you liked it a lot. Can you give more details , what were the things you liked about the movie or why did it affected you so much ? How is Timmy and Taylor's chemistry ? ls the horror&gore aspect too much to handle especially for people who don't like horror&blood or are they watchable ? How is Timmy's performance ?

I'm indeed one of the lucky ones to have been at the premiere! Not really sure if my brain is yet on par with giving very eloquent answers to you, but I'll try to do so without spoiling any of the plot.

WHAT I LIKED ABOUT BONES AND ALL

Like many others, I was completely floored by the movie and it would take me a lifetime to list all the reasons why, but here's a few. Firstly, I'm a huge fan of Luca and was again amazed how he can pick a topic such as cannibalism and somehow make it about vulnerability, our need to belong and of course, ultimately, love. I haven't purposefully yet read the book (though will definitely do so now!), so I cannot tell how much and what comes from the original material, but he just has this magical power of portraying controversial characters (such as cannibals, or in case of CMBYN queer men in the 80s) in such a beautiful light you just relate to them. And no, before someone comes and asks if I now find eating other humans any less disturbing than before, absolutely not, but I love the thought that underneath everything, even such problematic behaviour, we're really all just humans trying to figure out our places in this world.

Secondly, this movie put me through a whole bunch of different feelings, and while I didn't experience as heart-shattering pure pain as whilst seeing CMBYN, if we want to keep up with that comparison (though maybe just because we weren't quite given the same extended amount of time to dwell in misery? While the ending of CMBYN was just sad, sad and more sad, here there was more emotional variety. Anyone who's seen the film, I'm curious of what you think about this! Write me 😘), it's that strong emotionality what I'm looking for in art. I'd also like to give a shout-out for the stunning cinematography. There were a few moments when I was just drooling after the flow of the camera (now thinking of the Lick It Up scene I've previously mentioned) or a specific framing.

TIMMY AND TAYLOR'S CHEMISTRY

To begin with, both of them were BRILLIANT (I guess that already answers your last question) and the relationship between their characters is both beautifully written and performed. They look genuinely comfortable around each other both on and off the screen. If we're talking specifically about their sexual chemistry, however, I wouldn't necessarily describe it heated like it was with Armie. You can sense some distance/passiveness during the kissing scenes particularly, but then again it's another coming-of-age story, so it was rather suiting as it was.

HORROR/GORE ASPECT

There are definitely a bunch of rather gruesome scenes and a lot of blood around, but in my opinion not to an exceeding amount. I think it's essential for us to feel uncomfortable at times to truly grasp the turmoil the characters are going through. I didn't feel any horror/gore elements were used only for their shock value – they always served a purpose and weren't e.g. prolonged for any more than what was needed. That being said, if only just seeing blood is a problem for someone, this movie is probably not for them (somewhat predictably, considering it is a cannibal movie).

#bones and all #bones & all #bones and all review #my review #anon asks

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starryevermore · 2 years

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the best of both worlds ✧ jake lockley

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pairing: jake lockley x fem!reader

summary: marc and steven never let jake grow out his facial hair. you find a compromise.

word count: 1,143

warnings?: fluff, pet name (mi vida/baby), not proofread

The tell-tale sign that Jake Lockley has fronted recently was not the bruises on his knuckles, the scabs on his hand, the slight wheeze when he breathed because he had become accustomed to being hit so hard the wind was knocked out of him. It was not the white button down with rolled up sleeves, the vest, the tight trousers, or even the flat cap he so adored. No. No, it would have to be the scruffy facial hair that he always grew. He didn’t front often, so it didn’t usually grow beyond a five o’clock shadow. Sometimes, though, he would front for longer, growing out the most wonderful mustache you’d ever seen. Marc and Steven hated it. Marc had an almost military-like routine when it came to his appearance—hair kept neat, and a clean-shaven face. Steven just hated the feeling—felt it was too scratchy, made him too aware that he had a face on which facial hair could grow. But Jake loved the look and, truthfully, you did, too.

There was just something about the “porn ‘stache” as you had so eloquently named (much to Jake’s chagrin—“no, no, mi vida, it’s a dad ‘stache!” he’d insist. you’d reply: “be glad that i don’t call it the clit tickler, my love.”) that made you even crazier for him. And every time you watched Marc or Steven go to the bathroom, pull out the razor, and start taking it away, all you wanted to do was cry.

“Can’t you leave it for once?” you asked, watching Marc shave after fronting for the first time in several days. “You know how much he loves it. How much I love it.”

He glanced at you, smiling softly. “Majority rules, baby,” he said.

“Unless you count me, and then it’s an even tie,” you’d counter.

Marc only laughed, shaking his head, his soft curls bouncing. You’d lost that battle long ago—the one where you tried to convince him to not use so much product in his hair, telling him that you liked it when his curls were free and bouncy and framed his face so beautifully. But hair that bouncy was not very conducive to being a mercenary. It would get in his way, block his vision. Even with the healing powers that came with adorning the Moon Knight suit, he didn’t like to take chances. At least Steven doesn’t use as much product, he’d offer as way of softening the blow. But that doesn’t change the fact that you do, you’d say, and that also means I can’t play with your hair like I do with Steven. And he’d only laugh again, saying, As if that ever stopped you before.

“Jake can have the ‘stache when he fronts,” Marc said. “And Steven and I will go without.”

“What about a full beard? That way Jake and I kinda get to keep the ‘stache, and—”

“—and Steven and I still be left with unwanted facial hair?” Marc set the razor down. He turned on the tap, splashing water on his face before drying off with the towel you handed him. Then he started to grab his moisturizer, but you got it first, shaking your head at him. He turned more towards you, letting you apply the cream, relaxing into your touch. “Steven’s all pouty because he thinks you don’t think he looks as good without facial hair.”

“That’s not true! I think he—and you—could be models!” You put the lid back on the moisturizer, setting it on the sink. You wrung your hands together, moisturizing your own hands with the leftover cream on your fingers. Looking away, you mumbled, “Jake just doesn’t front very often. And, you know, he doesn’t have much. The ‘stache is one of the few things I can look at and remember him, you know?”

Marc sighed, stepping closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I understand, baby. But the ‘stache doesn’t get to stay.”

You pouted. “Fine. I guess I can’t make you keep it.”

But, you couldn’t get it out of your mind. Surely there had to be some sort of compromise to this. There had to be a way that you could have the best of both worlds. And you’d be damned if you couldn’t find it.

It seemed, though, that luck came to be on your side a few days after your conversation with Marc. The boys’ birthday was coming up soon, so while you were grocery shopping, you decided to look at the party aisle to see if there were any decorations or candles or anything like that that you could pick up. And, oh, you found something so perfect. Didn’t even think about whether you should get it, just immediately tossed the item into the buggy. It could’ve been $500 and you’d still buy it (though, thankfully, it was only a mere $1). And you couldn’t wait to see the look on Jake’s face when you brought it home.

Jake knew something was up when he saw the big grin on your face as you brought in the grocery bags. He raised a brow at you, leaning against the counter as you set the bags down. “What did you do?”

“Me? Oh nothing,” you denied, rifling through the bags, trying to find your treasure.

“Yeah? That why you got a shit-eating grin?”

“What? I do not! I—OH! I found it!” you shouted, pulling the small package from the bag.

Jake looked at what you had in your hands, and he immediately barked out a laugh. “Are you serious, mi vida? Did you actually buy that?”

“It’s a compromise!” you said. “That way, you and I get to keep the ‘stache, but we don’t annoy Marc and Steven in the process! C’mon, lemme just put one on you!”

He rolled his eyes, but relented. “Fine,” he said. “If it’ll keep that pretty smile on your face.”

You squealed, ripping open the packaging and examining its contents with great care. Finally, you decided on the perfect one—the one that looked most like the ‘stache he grew. You removed the paper backing from the fake mustache, walking over to Jake. He leaned over, putting his face close to you. You centered the fake ‘stache on his face, smoothing it over, before taking a step back and admiring your masterpiece.

“How do I look?” he asked. “As handsome as ever?”

“Hmm, perhaps even handsomer,” you said. You stepped up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. “How’re the boys feeling about this?”

“Steven can’t stop laughing, and Marc said something about you being relentless,” he said. “I think everyone’s on board with this compromise.”

“Perfect,” you said, pressing your lips to his. “Because I bought, like, twenty of these.”

#jake lockley imagine #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x fem!reader #jake lockley x female reader #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x y/n #jake lockley fic #jake lockley fanfic #jake lockley fanfiction #jake lockley fan fic #jake lockley fan fiction #starrywrites #starryevermore

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denydefeat · 6 months

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minodalus

Send me URLs of people you want me to gush about, on or off anon, and I’ll do them in between queuing things. / @minodalus

Learning more about Edward through your blog has literally been such a fun time. Not only do you have such strong grasp of his voice, but the way you write him while making that voice shine is so beautifully well done. Jack has such a well put together blog with such interesting dynamics already happening. Following his blog is such a freaking delight, whether we ever get any threads together or not. For now, I'm so happy just seeing all of his posts, watching this super fun villain get his time to shine without it being a huge controversy (villain characters being treated as lesser than is such a pet peeve) and being so eloquently put together. I am so awed by how much thought you put into each reply and how much time you take. It's just a fun ride to be on, seeing you develop this Riddler and making him a strong combination of so many different medias while also making him wholly your own. I love it.

#minodalus #POSITIVITY / We all got crowns #[ yes i realize i switch between talking to people and talking about people in these i start wrting and then tab out and get lost on blogs]#[ and then tab back and just start rambling again ]

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Miss Jazz! You continuously blow my mind- the last few scenes of the latest chapter absolutely shattered me. The emotional and physical intimacy you’ve put that into words so beautifully. I had an experience like that with an ex gf of mine who had a previous partner who did not treat her well, I was not as eloquent as Kara from your fic but I got the point across nonetheless and it was transformative for our relationship (we ended amicably due to career changes) but I will never ever forget that situation. That entire relationship further solidified my service top lifestyle/feelings etc. Sorry for the word vomit I just had to tell you how much you I love you and all the things you do 🖤

I love that!!! Thank you! Sex is obviously not important to everyone but for some it can be very transformative and emotional and healing, which is part of why I put so much effort into writing it. I love that this reflected something for you!

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myfirstisthefourth · 1 year

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Getting to Know Your BL Mutuals:

I was tagged by @piningbisexuals Thank you for the tag. It took some thought and effort because I've watched So Many BLs this year and Not Nearly All of the same ones others got to. I'm also not as eloquent describing things as @absolutebl or @piningbisexuals so y'all bear with me. 😁🙄👍❤️

rules: answer the questions and @ some people. include the tag 'g2ky BL mutuals 2022' on your post so we can find everyone's answer.

BLs That Took You by Surprise this year:

1) DNA Says Love You: Produced by Taiwan this one turned out quite different from what I expected based on the trailer and I mean that in a good way. It was a Beautiful story, well crafted and terrifically acted.

2) Color Rush 2: Korea picked up a new habit this year and started giving us sequels. Now, I know everyone was disappointed not to have the original couple back, but the way they continued the story was what I loved the most. They built on the first and got into more of the backgrounds and societies response to those who are different. A third installment is planned and I hope it gets made if only because I want to know what happens. 😁

3) On Cloud Nine: A Thai BL that almost no one watched I think. Another one that was not what you expected based on the trailer. I enjoyed it for it's unique storytelling, beautiful cinematography, and the twist you may or may not deduce along the way.

4) Blueming: Though produced by South Korea it was unlike the bulk of their BLs. There was more depth to the story, the actors were lovely, and it was shot Beautifully.

BLs that You Were Disappointed With:

I guess I'm lowbrow because I don't get disappointed a lot. I take it for what it is. That being said, there were a couple.

1) Check Out: I watched the entire series and it didn't help. They managed to take the great chemistry and UST of Ep 00 and turn it into a self indulgent whine-fest. It could have been so much better if they hadn't tried so hard shooting for depth and coming up far short imo.

2) Cupid's Last Wish: It pains me to put this one here because I Love EarthMix together. I also watched this entire series and at least they did get together in the end. They made Mix's character So Unlikeable...the Entire Time. And then the whole body swap business. It just didn't work well, all of it. A disappointing follow-up to 1000 Stars. I honestly hope their next series is better.

Favorite BLs of the Year:

1) Not Me: A Stellar series all around! I Love OffGun and I was so excited to see them in something so very different from their usual sort of roles. The fact that the series was truly risky for the amount of social commentary and impact it had only added to the enjoyment. The actors ALL Killed these roles and I was just left in awe watching them week after week. Seeing the awards piling up for this series here at the end of the year is also So Gratifying because They Deserve It!!

2) Kinneporsche: I didn't Just like it for the high heat. I truly enjoyed seeing a Different kind of story being done by Thailand. The relationships and the story were solid and enjoyable with plenty of twists and turns to keep us engaged. The acting was Marvelous, the Chemistry Insane, and I look forward to season 2...if it ever gets produced.

3) Semantic Error: Another South Korea BL that seemed to break the standard mold. Gorgeous Chemistry between the leads and an Unlikely love story made it a winner for me.

Favorite BL Couples:

I have Years of Favs but I'll stick to This year. LOL

1) OffGun is Always gonna be on this list. They just keep getting better and better.

2) OhmFluke have Had Me since UWMA and I am So Happy we're getting More of them this year.

3) EarthMix I Love their chemistry in general and I Know they have the acting chops to pull off great work. Just hoping for some better stories for them

4) BossNouel A Totally new pair this year, they Ate their roles Up with Tantalizing chemistry. I hope we see More from them.

5) MileApo and BibleBuild They crafted relationships that made an impact with Superb acting and Unreal chemistry. Give them More to do because they are up to it.

6) Kim Ji Woong & Yoon Seo Bin They have been Marvelous together this year. So Enjoyable! Korea gave us two very different series with them and we can only hope they'll give us more.

7) BounPrem got my attention in UWMA and I am Thrilled to finally be seeing them in their own series to follow-up on UWMA. I have loved seeing them all over this year, in Brilliant cameos and short series alike.

Non BL Favorites This Year

Some of these are gonna be Bromance we Wish Were BL but I enjoyed them all the same. Also, some may have been produced in 2021 but I just got to watch them this year.

1) Devil Judge: Just Wow! A Dystopian drama from Korea with an Insane story and Brilliant acting, it kept me on the edge of my seat until the end.

2) Remember You: A Thai drama with Tay Tawan, Petch, and Aun. Another one that kept me on the edge of my seat. An intense murder mystery series with family drama and the unexpected thrown in.

3) Kei & Yaku: Abunei Aibou: Japan gave us a Great show with this one. A cop and a Yakuza boss have to join forces and Wow! This is one I Wish they would give us a sequel for just to have More of them together

4) Under the Skin: A Chinese drama that very much gave me Sherlock vibes. A cop and a Forensic artist are forced to work together despite a rocky history but the unique skill of the artist makes all the difference to their cases. Loved it!

Tagging @negrowhat @meglaroque @heretherebedork @earthpodd @mysticmerc-awesome and @skaryneko

#g2ky bl mutuals 2022 #tag game #get to know me #fun stuff

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thecollectionsof · 2 years

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goodesco + “are we locked in here?”

i'm so sorry these are so late!! they keep turning into around 1k word oneshots oops <3 hope that makes up for it!!

“Are we locked in here?” Bosco says, trying the handle again. It doesn’t budge.

“Apparently,” Gigi replies, sliding down the wall to sit on the floor, exasperated. She was having a rough day already, and now she’s stuck in a room with Bosco—not that she didn’t like Bosco or anything, it was quite the opposite. Bosco was tall and intimidatingly pretty with a quick wit and contagious laugh. Bosco was a wheezing laugh and long legs and pointed brows.

She's not prepared to be stuck in a room alone with them. Not today, not tomorrow, and probably not ever, at this rate. It doesn't help that the only thing going through her head is Oh God, I’m nervous to talk to her.

Bosco turns around, coming to sit next to her against the wall. She pulls out her phone, seemingly shooting off a text or two, then puts it down. “Okay, well, it looks like we’ll be in here a while, then. Hi, I’m Bosco,” she introduces.

“I know,” Gigi replies, before she can even stop herself. She cringes and hurries to correct herself, “I mean, I’ve seen you around! Sorry, that sounded weird.”

Bosco laughs. It’s a contagious sound, and Gigi finds herself giggling along with her, even if she’s laughing at herself. “I’ve definitely seen you around, but I never caught your name. What’s your name, baby?”

Gigi feels her stomach flip at the pet name, and she replies, “Gigi. Gigi Goode.”

“Pretty,” Bosco says, simply, “I like it.”

Gigi takes a moment to consider. Should I…?

“Thanks! Picked it out myself,” she grins, and it’s worth it for the way Bosco barks out a laugh. Bosco leans in every time they laugh, and Gigi decides that she wants nothing more than to make them laugh as much as possible for however long she has their attention.

“So did I! I don’t think you actually thought I was given the name Bosco, though,” they agree, a matching grin on their face.

“Maybe not. I like it, though.” She decides right then that she likes their smile just as much as she likes their laugh. It’s excited but there’s also something a bit shy about it, and it lights up her face beautifully.

Getting locked in a room with Bosco was doing nothing to help her get over her crush on the other girl.

“So, Gigi Goode,” Bosco starts, “tell me about yourself. Give me all the juicy details.”

“Um… I’m 24? And I live with my friend Crystal in an apartment a few blocks away. Oh god, what’s a juicy detail? I like horror movies but I always get scared?”

Bosco nods. She looks genuinely interested, but she’s worried that she’s going to bore her, so she tries to find a way to end her monologue gracefully. “And I do wigs and stuff. Like, for drag queens, mostly, but sometimes not.”

She winces. So much for an eloquent ending.

“What kind of horror movies? My favorite is Hellraiser, probably.”

“Nightmare on Elm Street. My last roommate’s dog was named Nancy after her, and I always called her Nancy Thompson when I'm mad at her, like when she pushed a jewelry box I bought for Crystal to the ground when I put it on a chair and it broke.” She stops for a second, coming back from her memory and blushing at her sudden inability to keep her mouth shut. “Sorry, that's super boring.”

“Don't apologize, it's cute,” she says, and Gigi's stomach swoops at the words, but she's not done. “Wait, you said Crystal… is there a chance that it’s Crystal Methyd?”

“Yeah, that’s right. How do you know Crystal?”

Bosco grins again, and if Gigi wasn’t so interested in how she knew her roommate she would’ve let herself soak up the moment. Maybe another time.

“That’s Daya’s half sister! My best friend, Daya Betty—”

“Oh my god, you know Daya?” she cuts her off, the joy of finding a shared connection making her lips pull up into a wide smile. Bosco’s echoing grin does nothing for the butterflies in her stomach.

“Yeah, she’s my best friend! I bully her all the time, I love her to pieces.”

So even after they got out of here, they might have a chance to talk to each other again. Gigi makes a note to ask Daya if she’s throwing a party soon—she suddenly feels like she shouldn’t have missed the last few.

“I love Daya! I’ve been around her a lot because of Crystal, and I’ve been to a few of her parties, which are always fun.”

Bosco perks up even more somehow. “You have? Which ones? I’ve been going a lot more recently, I’ve was super busy before but I quit one of my jobs so now I—”

She’s cut off by a knock at the door.

“You guys still in there?” A voice sounds through the door, and Bosco snaps up, hoisting herself to her feet and stepping closer to the door to reply.

“Yeah. You think you can bust us out?” Gigi doesn’t know the voice on the other side of the door. She curses it for being here to get them out, even if she knew it would happen eventually.

There’s sounds of a key being turned in the lock, and then the door opens to a person that Gigi thinks she’s seen around before, but she’s not sure. “Okay, here. Hi, Bosco, you’re out now and I gotta go. Jorgeous is waiting on me,” she says, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and then she’s off before either of them can say anything else. Bosco snorts, looking amused, and turns to Gigi.

“That was Jasmine. She’s just like that,” they explain, and Gigi nods.

“She has a lot of energy,” Gigi says, getting to her feet. She joins Bosco at the door, and she sighs to herself when she realizes that they’re poised to go the other way.

The moment was over. Her chance with Bosco? Gone.

“Maybe I’ll see you around sometime?” Bosco asks, and Gigi nods. See knows it’s dumb, but she’s sad to be let out of the room. What were the odds that one fifteen minute conversation would actually get her anywhere with Bosco? They’d probably just wave at each other every once in a while and call it a day.

“Yeah! I’d like that,” she says, choking down all of the other things she’d rather say.

“I wish we were still stuck in the room, just so we could keep talking to each other.”

“I’ve wanted to talk to you for months and I wish I talked better so you would want to keep talking to me.”

“I want to go on a date with you because I love your smile and think you’re funny.”

“I don’t want to be just some person you pass in the halls.”

“I’d like that,” Gigi says again.

“Okay, well, I’ll see you on Monday, I guess,” Bosco takes a few steps backwards, and Gigi hopes that she’s not showing her disappointment on her face.

“Yeah! Yeah, uh, see you Monday!” Her laugh sounds forced, but she can’t take it back now. She turns and walks down the hall, towards the stairs. She just has to go to her car and then she can go home and curl up on her bed and mope about everything—

“Wait, Gigi!”

She looks back, and Bosco’s taking long strides to catch up to her. “Would you… could we talk more sometime? We could go grab coffee, or something. Like a date.” Bosco looks sheepish, and Gigi melts at the expression. Gone was the smooth talking, confident Bosco that intimidated her, instead leaving a shy grin and fidgeting hands.

Gigi liked this version of Bosco, too. Gigi can feel her smile splitting her face, but she doesn’t care, too elated to worry about how she might look.

“If you’re free now…?” Gigi asks, and Bosco’s grin gets wider.

“Yeah! Yes.” Bosco nods emphatically. It makes her look like a bobblehead. It’s cute.

“It’s a date, then. Come on, let’s walk—I know a cute place a block or two away,” Gigi says, and Bosco falls into step beside her. She can’t keep the smile off her face, but she can see Bosco grinning triumphantly out of the corner of her eye, so she does nothing to stifle it.

They’re on the same page.

#these get out of hand so quickly. the 5 sentences is a laughable suggestion at this point #i just get carried away!! i don't mean to write this much every time #gi writing? it's more likely than you think #goodesco #gigisco #tagging both to be safe <3

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