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spaceorphan18 · 3 years

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99 Perspectives on a Single Love Story #48

A/N: The Story of Kurt and Blaine told through the eyes of everyone else but them. Each chapter is a different perspective in the ongoing tale of their love story.

I started something like this a while back - and now I’m taking the idea and really running with it. Each chapter is a ficlet of a different character at a different point in Kurt and Blaine’s life - documenting their love story. This starts in Audition, and each chapter will be paired with a different episode until reaching Dreams Come True.

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Eli C. (The Break Up)

“You look like shit.”

It’s Friday morning. Eli slides into a chair at his usual table at the coffee shop. His best friend Becca is already there, sipping on her nonfat mocha with extra whipped cream, grinning like an amused fool. He’s glad someone can be so cheery this early in the morning.

“Lay off, I had a long night.” Eli savors the taste of his own black coffee - hoping it’ll kick in so he can at least pay half attention in class.

“Did you now?” Becca’s eyebrow is raised high with interest.

Eli lets out a groan, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t want to hear about it.”

Becca leans forward. “No, I think I do. What trashy thing did you do now?”

Eli takes another drink of his coffee, settling in. Fine. It’s not like Becca ever lets these things go. “You know how I’ve been on those show choir message boards for the past year or so?”

“Oh, god, this again?” She’s more delighted than appalled.

“I’m allowed to have my hobbies.”

“Yeah, your totally gay hobbies.”

“Says the woman who has her hand in pussy any chance she can get.”

“Anyway…” Becca pushes on. “Your totally normal obsession with show choirs, continue…”

“About week ago, I get to chatting with this guy named Blaine.”

“Really? His name is Blaine?” Becca lets out a hardy laugh. “Of course this story is going to get gayer.”

“Hey, you wanted to hear it.” Eli pushes back.

“Okay, okay, continue.”

“So we get to chatting, and I’m flirty and he’s flirty back, or at least that’s how I took it. So a couple days ago I looked him up on Facebook. Turns out the guy is totally hot - in that classic movie star kind of way.” Eli thinks about it - how it was really pretty harmless at the beginning. Maybe he misread the situation? Maybe he didn’t. Does he regret it? No, not really.

Becca grins her annoyingly devilish grin. “Did you go weak in the knees?”

“You know what, I did - so shut it,” Eli continues. “So, I asked if he wanted to hook up sometime.”

Becca feigns being impressed. “Wow - and he agreed without even seeing you? I mean - it’s not like your profile picture is telling a whole lot.”

“It’s a metaphor, Becca.”

“It’s overcompensation, Eli.”

“Anyway, yes he came over and we hooked up. And that’s that.” Eli doesn’t think there’s much more to tell - but Becca doesn’t seem satisfied.

“That cannot be the full story.”

“Do you really want the sordid details of my sex life?”

“Hey, you got to hear the comedy and tragedy that was Veronica Stalls, so yeah, I do.”

“Okay it was…” Eli lets out a long breath. The image of Blaine remains seared in his head - the moment he first saw him in person, showing up at his dorm room with a sad kind of beauty about him. He had been captivating - but Eli had always been one for lost causes. “The whole thing ended up being very odd. We agreed to meet at my place at seven, right? Well, he doesn’t show up. And I didn’t think much of it - cause I mean, hooking up with internet people can sometimes be sketchy. But then about quarter after ten, he knocks on my door. So, I let him in, and there’s very little talking. Like, the dude was all over me almost the second he walks in the door.”

“Um, hot.”

“More like very aggressive,” Eli corrects. Had it been hot? Yes, surely. Did something feel utterly wrong? Absolutely. Did he want to give up sex that night? Not even a little bit. “Not that it wasn’t a turn on. I just wasn’t expecting it. Online the guy is so polite and almost demure. I figured I’d have to be the one to push him a little. But nope, we were on the bed making out and grinding in, like, ten minutes.”

“Hey, no-strings-attached sex sounds kinda nice.”

In theory, it had been very nice. “Yeah, still…” Eli tilts his head back and forth as he thinks back on it. “It was like… it was like he wasn’t really there?” He remembers Blaine’s vacancy very clearly. It had been just a hook-up. No reason for Eli to take that personally, but some kind of connection would have been nice. Maybe even acknowledgement of what they were doing. Blaine, however, gave him nothing. “He gave me a handjob, and it was ‘meh’ to be honest with you. No finesse at all. Jerked me off as fast as he could. Then I asked if I could go down on him and, oh boy, that froze him up.”

Becca’s eyes grow wide. She sees people. It’s why they’re friends. “Um, so this already sounds like there’s some issues going on here.”

“Oh, clearly,” Eli nods. “But I mean, we weren’t hooking up to deconstruct whatever messed up feelings he was having. I was pretty clear from the outset that it was just a hookup. At least, I thought I was. Anyway, he finally let me go down on him and…”

“...and?” Becca’s unusually hanging onto his words.

“The dude’s dick was fucking gorgeous.” Eli licks his lips thinking about it again. If there had been one bright spot about last night - it was that dick. “I almost got hard again just looking at it.”

“Oh, I hear ya,” Becca says in a bout of sincerity. “Veronica Stalls’s tits, man. At least I get to keep the image of those in my brain for the rest of my life.”

“Right? Man…” Eli looks around. There are barely any customers there - they’re pretty alone. Still, he feels a little strange being so graphic in public. But Becca’s eyes are hard on him, so he continues. “So, yeah, I start to blow him, but he doesn’t really get into it, you know? Like most guys will pull my hair, or fuck my mouth, or whatever, but he just lay there letting me do it to him. And, I mean, seriously, I have no regrets sucking on a dick that delicious, but it did bum me out that he wasn’t, at least, a little into it. Took him fucking forever to come, too.”

“Yeah, he totally sounds suspect,” Becca agrees. “You were safe, right?”

“Oh, totally,” Eli nods. “So afterwards, we kind of make out a little, or more so, I kiss him a little, but he’s just, like, looking as if he’s going to throw up. So I got up to get some water, and by the time I get back, he’s pretty much dressed and out the door.”

“Oh my god,” Becca says, as if it is all clicking for her. “You were, like, the other guy, Eli. This dude totally has a boyfriend or something.”

“Not gonna lie, the thought crossed my mind,” Eli admits. To be honest, it had been fully on his mind but he hadn’t wanted to bring it up. Was he selfish for that? Was he selfish for just wanting to get off? “He blocked me this morning, so… I guess that was that. I feel a little bad though. Not that he blocked me - I guess I expected that. Just that I took part in whatever bad turn this guy was taking.”

“Don’t,” Becca shakes her head emphatically. “You didn’t do anything wrong. And honestly - sounds like you’re better off not being a part of whatever mess this dude’s life is.”

“True,” Eli gives a shrug. “He was a nice guy, though. I hope he figures his shit out.” He gives one last lingering thought to Blaine, hoping wherever he is today that he isn’t full of regret. Eli isn’t. Ah well. Moving on. “Meanwhile… I have a couple of hits from Grindr I should tell you about.”

“Oh, dear god…”

#99 perspectives #s.o. writes things #i'm sure this will be everyone's favorite :P

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minggguk · 3 years

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Remember when Jikook couldn't stop talking about their Tokyo trip. Ah good ol days that I wasn't privileged enough to be a part of cos I wasn't an ARMY then( yeah wtf was I doing with my life lol). Anyways Jikook would go on to talk about their trip multiple times the following year sometimes even unprompted leading to some priceless reactions from the rest of the members. Among all such instances...this moment just stands out so much to me.

JK was just about to start talking about the trip and then RM asks what was most memorable but it seemed to me like JK didn't properly register the question and he continued to tell whatever story he was planning to tell. Whether he heard it or not doesn't really matter because for whatever reason JK thought what he was about to say was going to be interesting or amusing to everybody else because it was something that was very memorable from his time there.

BTS were working non stop for 4 years not even including their trainee years and it was the first time that they got a break of a week or so..for the first time they were free to do whatever they want, go wherever they want and spend time with whoever they want. They've been seeing each other's faces and spending all their time with the same 6 people for YEARS. Yet Jungkook and Jimin chose to spend three of those days together. Three days of which only one and a half is documented courtesy GCF Tokyo ( I mean GCF Jimin)....and a few crumbs from Jimin's vlog. So we have no clue of what they did and that's good. I'm so happy that they got that time away from all the spotlight and the attention and got to spend together freely not afraid of how their actions might be percieved as ( of course they still would have had to behave a certain way in public, but we also know mostly people gave them their space).

So Jikook got to spend three days together. Explore on foot a city as vibrant as Tokyo. Like JK says they had a lot of activities planned but Jimin didn't wake up.. which means once he did they probably would have gone and done those activities we don't know but we know at least part of what went on in Disneyland and then here is this boy telling us that Jimin woke up late because he was playing on his phone until 5 in the morning and that was what stayed in his mind enough to mention here. Like bro JK you okay? Just kidding but like seriously what was he thinking? It makes no sense. So is JK simply making up that ridiculous story to cover up another memorable thing that happened while they stayed up till 5 that caused them to be late for the next day? If we're assuming what JK said is true and that Jimin was actually playing on his phone till 5, JK knowing that and kinda looking at him in a cute accusatory way showed that he was also up then. So JK just sat and watched Jimin play games on his phone till the wee hours of the morning? That sounds a lot gayer than whatever he was probably tryna cover up to me.

He could have mentioned a million things about that trip. Hell I could. The cup ride looked like the most fun ever. Walking around seeing and soaking in the sights of Disneyland *coughs Jimin coughs* , walking about in the streets of Tokyo in halloween costumes unrecognised by people ANY of this plus a buncha fun stuff they did which were not privy to... anything he could have said. But he said this.

Also the way he looks at Jimin when he says it PLEASE 🤭

And the members go like...

*awkward cricket sounds*

It's clear the members are done and JK gets embarassed.

Why he gotta be SO FUCKIN CUTE.

😭😭😭😤😤😤😭😭😭

Moving on...It's one of the biggest Jikook mysteries imo. But anyways the members reactions here are to die for but at the same time it's also just so difficult to watch. Jimin is the only one who's enjoying this. That boi is just sitting back and letting his b(r)oyfriend do all the talking.

Look at that satisfied smile. Sir, what happened that night?!

#jikook #kookmin #jikook cute #chaotic-jikook #bts #bts gcf #gcf in jimin #gcf in tokyo #jikook tokyo trip #jikook tokyo

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pop-punklouis · 3 years

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ooou yeah i agree. it did seem a little rushed. and they did ruby very dirty… like was she just supposed to be the popular girl who dated the main character for a while ? they could’ve shown her after the break up too! there’s so much potential!! they could’ve shown ruby and adam watching kuwtk together and bitching about their ex bfs!! also, eric really disappointed me this season, his character seemed a little off in general! but that being said, the season did have some of its moments and i still enjoyed it hahah

same! there was so much potential with ruby, and it felt like her relationship with otis was only to satisfy the first half of the season so they could shift to maeve near the end. i’m hoping s4 they revisit her storyline. and yes! her with adam would’ve been such a fun scene/friendship.

mhm. i felt the same about eric’s character. i get what they were going for, and i support that journey he is going on with exploring the queer community and himself as he grows older after being in a small town. buuuut, his and adams relationship felt very paper maché to me? kinda felt like they were indirectly shaming those who are in the closet or are freshly new to being out and all the struggles that come with that, that was depicted in adam. didn’t feel like he was given a fair shot even though they did leave room for eric to be a flawed character in his own right for wanting more than adam could give him at the time which isn’t good for either of them. just came across as this pressure to be “gayer” or act a “certain way” and if you don’t, then you’re not the right gay. but that can also be a part of eric’s growth and learning that the queer experience and being out can mean different things and look differently than his does yk? so i’m hoping they delve into those things more because they are common themes for young lgbtq+ people and i’d love to see them explore that.

#grey #sex education

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zwei-the-penguin-with-a-pen · 4 years

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‘Honeybee’

A quick Valentine’s Day fic from your friendly neighborhood Penguin, Zwei!

Fandom: RWBY

One-Shot Fluff

Words: 2115 ish

Ships: Bumbleby with a side of White Rose

Insert Song: ‘Honeybee’ by Steam Powered Giraffe. Listen to it, it jams!

Synopsis: Blake sings Yang a song during a lazy-ish day at the dorm. Bees with suffering Weiss. A hit of White Rose at the end. Was feeling mushy since it’s Heart-Shaped Candy Day. Enjoy?

Blake lay in her bottom bunk, strumming her acoustic guitar with a jazzy rhythm. She plucked and popped the strings in time, the metal vibrating against the wood and projecting the sultry sounds of her mellifluous chords. Her gold eyes gleamed like the beams of a sunset. She swayed to her rhythm, her black hair bouncing as it waved in time. Yang could hardly take her eyes away from the hairpin curve of Blake's grin. She found herself moving to Blake's tunes, her golden mane waving here and there. Yang could see her girlfriend's lips curve further upward at that, almost into a satisfied smirk. "You like my jams, Goldie?" Yang gasped, blushing bright red at Blake's question.

Ah, Blake had the power to turn Yang's face into a tomato. She was pretty good at it, although she didn't have to try. Blake gazed into Yang's eyes, the soft purple irises like lavender flowers. Once she was no longer a tomato, Yang picked her head up and grinned her confident smile back at Blake. The sight of Yang's shimmering teeth and her jawline's sharp curve caused Blake's eyes to turn to stars. She even forgot the chord she was supposed to play next. She cursed under her breath.

"GAY!" Weiss shouted playfully from her desk, where she'd been completing assignment after miserable assignment for hours now. If her hair had not already been whiter than snow, the stress of these classes would have turned it that way. It was almost like every professor at Beacon thought that their class was the only one their students were studying.

It didn't help that Ruby distracted her all the time. The rosy little redhead didn't do it intentionally; she was just too cute for her own good... or Weiss's, for that matter. What with her eyes that shone like precious metal, her perpetually smiling face perfectly framed by her bob of red-tipped brown hair, and her muscles. Good gods, Ruby's arms were shredded. Lugging around a 40 some odd pound gardening tool was no easy task, Weiss figured. Her legs were toned and muscular from ceaseless running, too.

"You would know, wouldn't you, Princess?" Blake nicked. Weiss rolled her icy blues at the remark, continuing her mountain of homework. Blake strummed a new tune, her jangly chords dancing through the room at her command. Yang stood up and danced along, making Blake's face a tomato but failing to break her concentration. Blake's changed tunes abruptly, moving into a softer piece. Yang found it hard to dance to this pattern so she took a seat on the bed next to Blake. The way Blake's fingers moved across the neck of her guitar hypnotized Yang. She almost didn't realize Blake asked her a question.

"So, you want to hear a new jam I'm working on?" Blake had asked. Yang blushed lightly as she came to and nodded.

"I'm always down to hear you, Blakey! What have you got for me?" Yang queried, her lilac eyes shining at the idea. Blake gave a half-smirk as she picked out a few notes and strummed a new beat.

"Well... there's this girl, right?"

"Yeah?" Yang played along. She could hear Weiss making exaggerated gagging noises from her desk, but she paid the Princess no mind. Her Black Cat was talking, and Blake's was the only voice the Golden Dragon cared to hear.

"We've been going kind of steady, and I'm really into her. I think she likes me almost as much, but I know I like her more." Blake's pupils seemed to widen as she looked at Yang again. Yang could get lost in the sunset of Blake's golden eyes. She blushed when one of Blake's cat ears wiggled and twitched.

"Could you two get any gayer?" Weiss casually asked, continuing to throw shade at the two Bees. The couple paid her no attention. Shade was Weiss's second language after all, so everyone in her vicinity hardly noticed it anymore.

"Ooh, did you write a song for your pretty lady friend, Kitty Cat?" Yang asked excitedly. She could feel the stars in her eyes already. Blake smirked her catty smirk again, driving Yang positively bonkers.

"I certainly did. Tell me if you think she'll enjoy it, please?" Blake replied, strumming all the while. She found the beat again once she stopped talking and began her song.

You didn't have to look my way

Your eyes still haunt me to this day

But you did, yes you did

You didn't have to say my name

Ignite my circuits, start a flame

But you DI-I-I-ID

Oh, Turpentine, erase me whole,

Because I don't want to live my life alone.

Well, I was waiting for you all my life

Oh, Why?

Set me free, my Honey-BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE!

Honey BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE!

Blake usually didn't look around the room while she was singing or playing the guitar, but this song was just chords so it was simple enough that she had the chance. Yang's eyes were slowly turning into hearts at the lyrics. Blake also swore she saw Weiss lightly bouncing along to her new song. If the resident Snow White enjoyed it, then the song was good. She figured she could sing one more verse and chorus, then.

You didn't have to smile at me

Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen

But you did, yes you did

You didn't have to offer your hand

Because since I've kissed it I am at your command

But you DI-I-I-ID

Oh, Turpentine, erase me whole

Because I don't want to live my life alone

Well, I was waiting for you all my life!

Oh, Why?

Set me free, me Honey-BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE

Honey-BEE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE-EE

Blake's strumming came to a sudden stop. With her snarkiest grin, she told Yang, "That's all you get for free, Honeybee!" The hearts in Yang's eyes were all the proof Blake needed that her song was perfect.

"Oh, there's more?" Yang pleaded, putting on her best pout for good measure.

"I think I have a bridge that could work with the song... but again, I'll have to charge you to hear that."

"Name your price, my love!" Yang commanded, her voice booming through the dorm room.

"Twenty thousand Lien!" Blake joked. Weiss's face hit the table at that.

"Geez, do you think I'm made of money, Kitty Cat?" Yang replied with more pouting.

"I accept butt rubs, too. You have to match my price, though. One rub equals one Lien. That's my last offer, Honeybee!" Blake replied with a chortle. Yang laughed under her breath but attempted to maintain the conversational shenanigans if only to annoy Weiss Cream. The Princess muttered something about their exchange being 'the gayest thing she had ever heard with her own ears' but neither Blake nor Yang paid that any mind.

"As much as I love rubbing your behind, I think twenty thousand rubs might be a bit excessive..."

"If you use both hands, that would make it only ten thousand." Blake giggled at her girlfriend.

"You drive a hard bargain, Miss Belladonna! I believe I shall accept your terms!" Yang finally replied. She snuggled up close to Blake and ran her hands down Blake's back, resting each one upon one side of Blake's rear end.

"Oh, yeah, there are rules here. Butt only, nowhere lower. At least, not while we still have company..." Blake added. She was certain Weiss would get lost if they kept this up. That way they could be alone together.

"Aww, but what about your thighs? They're so soft! I'm sure Weiss Cream would get jealous, though."

"Oh, thank Gods! Ruby just messaged me! She's done with her extracurriculars, so we're supposed to hang out! I guess that means I'll be going!" Weiss spoke up, standing up from her seat at the desk and grabbing her jacket.

"See? Now she can go touch Ruby's soft thighs so she won't be jealous!" Blake joked as Weiss pulled her jacket over her arms and zipped it halfway up.

"Soft? Lies! Ruby's thighs are rock solid, just like the rest of her body!" Weiss jabbed. Her icy blue eyes widened when she realized what she had just said and to whom she had said it.

"How do you know what my sister's thighs feel like, Weiss Cream?" Yang asked in a fakely interrogating fashion. When she looked to Weiss for an answer, Weiss was no longer there. A dashed white line roughly in the shape of Weiss was all that remained. It blinked three times before disappearing entirely. "Aaaand she's gone!"

"You know those two do stuff, right? They might not do it all, but they definitely mess around a bit," Blake told Yang. She felt a rough squeeze at her left buttock. "OH BABY!" She joked. Yang leaned her head into the nape of Blake's neck and laughed. "Good Gods, don't do that!"

"You're so playful, Kitty Cat!" Yang retorted, lightly nibbling on Blake's shoulder blade and sliding one hand down one of Blake's squishy thighs. "But yes, I know they play around, and I'm good with it. Ruby really likes Weiss, and Weiss really likes her. I trust her to respect Ruby's boundaries, and I'll break her kneecaps if she doesn't. She and I have had this talk already."

"Well, that's good to know." Blake grinned as she strummed some new chords. Yang recognized this tune as a poppy rendition of 'Fly Me To The Moon'.

"Do I seriously have to rub your ass ten thousand times to hear the rest of that song?"

"Absolutely!" Blake smirked, winking one of her golden eyes at Yang. "I'll give you something good afterward, Honeybee!"

"Well, it was a breathtaking song already, Kitty Cat. I can't wait to hear the rest of it." Yang kissed Blake's neck some more, making Blake insane with desire. "I love you!" Yang spoke into Blake's neck.

"I love you too, Honeybee." Blake smiled softly, strumming away as her girlfriend's hands explored her behind.

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"I swear to the Gods, Ruby, you messaged me at the perfect time!" Weiss bragged to her girlfriend. The little red slayer grinned at the remark as she took a lick from her ice cream cone.

"They must have really been gaying the dorm up, huh?" Ruby replied with a chuckle, earning a laugh from Weiss. Ruby gazed into Weiss's icy blues for a long moment, as it was like staring up at the endless blue sky on a summer day. The curve of Weiss's grin when she laughed sent Ruby on a journey of noticing details about her beautiful girlfriend. There was an eyelash on her cheek, but Ruby was too distracted to say anything.

Weiss's flowing white hair moved in time with her words, waving and bouncing like falling snow in the wind. This led Ruby to Weiss's shoulders, the slim shoulders that had once carried the weight of the world. Her eyes then landed on her chest and midriff. For such a slim girl, Weiss was well put together. The slightest semblance of muscles poked out from her tight arms and washboard abdomen. Ruby loved planting kisses all over those itty bitty abs.

"Remnant to Ruby? Are you still with us?" Weiss asked, snapping Ruby back to reality.

"Sorry, Snowdrop. I was looking at your abs again..." Ruby confessed, her face turning bright red.

"Aww, look at my sweet little tomato..." Weiss teased lightly, making Ruby blush even redder. She was almost the shade she was named for at this point. Ruby's silver eyes glimmered like a piece of precious metal. Weiss caught herself looking down at Ruby's neck, her eyes traveling ever lower to see the red slayer's curves and muscles. Ruby's arms were relentlessly jacked, and her abs just wouldn't quit. She hadn't been completely honest with Yang, though; Ruby's thighs were just soft enough for Weiss to enjoy. "I just got distracted by your muscles, too..." Weiss confessed. It was her turn to become a tomato face now.

"Ha, I've still got it!" Ruby bragged. Weiss scoffed at the remark.

"We've been dating for maybe two months, Flower Pot. You haven't had the time to lose 'it' yet!" The two of them shared a laugh as they finished their ice cream. They stood up, bumping into one another by mistake. They both blushed ten shades of red at that.

"I love you, Snowdrop..." Ruby told her softly, her heart melting at the words like it always did.

"I love you, too, Gemstone..." Weiss replied. Their lips came together in a soft peck, and the two of them held hands as they left the ice cream parlor and began their walk back to the school.

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consultthemuses · 5 years

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Sentence Meme: 69 Good Omens (Book) Quotes

Some will be more easily applicable than others. SOME WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERS (death mentions/supernatural references)!! SPOILER WARNING FOR GOOD OMENS AS WELL!! Feel free to change pronouns/genders at will.

❛ God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising. ❜

❛ You don't have to test everything to destruction just to see if you made it right. ❜

❛ They’ve got what we lack. They’ve got imagination. And electricity, of course. ❜

❛ -then you still won't have finished watching The Sound of Music. ❜

❛ Anyway, if you stop tellin' people it's all sorted out afer they're dead, they might try sorting it all out while they're alive. ❜

❛ don't think of it as dying. Just think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush. ❜

❛ You start thinking: it can't be a great cosmic game of chess, it has to be just very complicated Solitaire. ❜

❛ It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism. ❜

❛ Only it is the end of the universe we're talking about, ❜

❛ All tapes left in a car for more than about a fortnight metamorphose into Best of Queen albums. ❜

❛ Hell is empty, and all the devils are here. ❜

❛ Many people, meeting [Name] for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide. ❜

❛ It is said that the Devil has all the best tunes. ❜

❛ He rather liked people. It was major failing in a demon. ❜

❛ Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men. ❜

❛ Maybe it's all part of a great big ineffable plan. ❜

❛ Why are we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that. ❜

❛ The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance. ❜

"My bike didn't have gears. I'm sure my bike didn't have gears. ❜

❛ Agnes was the worst prophet that's ever existed. Because she was always right. That's why the book never sold. ❜

❛ And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that. ❜

❛ Sometimes human beings are very much like bees. ❜

❛ It's like you said the other day, you grow up readin' about pirates and cowboys and spacemen and stuff, and jus' when you think the world's full of amazin' things, they tell you it's really all dead whales and chopped-down forests and nucular waste hangin' about for millions of years. 'Snot worth growin' up for, if you ask my opinion. ❜

❛ I'm sorry, I just got carried away! ❜

❛ Just imagine how terrible it might have been if we’d been at all competent. ❜

❛ That would do it every time. ❜

❛ He hadn't meant to Fall. He'd just hung around with the wrong people. ❜

❛ Why make people inquisitive, and then put some forbidden fruit where they can see it with a big neon finger flashing on and off saying 'THIS IS IT!'? ❜

❛ Anyway, being brought up as a Satanist tended to take the edge off it. It was something you did on Saturday nights. ❜

❛ But that's how it goes; you think you're on top of the world, and suddenly they spring Armageddon on you. ❜

❛ You see, it’s not enough to know what the future is. You have to know what it means. ❜

❛ I saw a program, it had David Attenborough, so it's true. ❜

❛ Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow. ❜

❛ Notoriety wasn't as good as fame, but was heaps better than obscurity. ❜

❛ Nothin’ wrong with witchfinding. I’d like to be a witchfinder. ❜

❛ There was no light at the end of the tunnel--or if there was, it was an oncoming train. ❜

❛ You get used to it after a while. ❜

❛ It’s Tchaikovsky’s ‘Another One Bites the Dust,’ ❜

❛ Never fuck with the ineffable. ❜

❛ Well, I’m sorry to have to tell you, sir, that your polar ice caps are below regulation size for a planet of this category, sir. ❜

❛ You do know you could find yourself charged with being a dominant species while under the influence of impulse-driven consumerism, don't you? ❜

❛ The point is not to avoid the war, it is to win it. ❜

❛ Nothing is more reassuring, nothing is more true to the comfortable spirit of English occultism. ❜

❛ the really important thing to be was yourself, just as hard as you could. ❜

❛ So computers are tools of the devil? ❜

❛ as well balanced as an upturned pyramid. ❜

❛ But the purpose of the book is not the horror, it is horror's defeat. ❜

❛ They'd come here to spoon and, on one memorable occasion, fork. ❜

❛ Overexcited? No! I'm getting very calmly worried that someone might shoot me! ❜

❛ Contrary to popular belief, the wings of demons are the same as the wings of angels, although they’re often better groomed. ❜

❛ If we beat them, we'd have to be our own deadly enemies. ❜

❛ The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do. ❜

❛ Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn't see why anyone else should. ❜

❛ I’m dying for a cup of tea. ❜

❛ You see, evil alwys contains the seeds of its own destruction. ❜

❛ Most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people. ❜

❛ Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped. ❜

❛ Occasionally he would very nearly swear. ❜

❛ The ducks in St James's Park are so used to being fed bread by secret agents meeting clandestinely that they have developed their own Pavlovian reaction. ❜

❛ I feel like I am involved in an obscure and complex version of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a dealer who won't tell me the rules, and who smiles all the time. ❜

❛ he’d experienced the lovely warm feeling of a bad job well done. ❜

❛ Books were safer than other people anyway. ❜

❛ Heaven has no taste, and not one single sushi restaurant. ❜

❛ People couldn't become truly holy unless they also had the opportunity to be definitively wicked. ❜

❛ She smiled like a knife. ❜

❛ Hell may have all the best composers, but heaven has all the best choreographers.

❛ She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close. ❜

❛ If you want to imagine the future, imagine a boy and his dog and his friends. And a summer that never ends. ❜

❛ You can't second-guess ineffability, I always say. ❜

#ask meme #ask box #meme #Good Omens Meme #good omens #goodomesrp #supernatural

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sky-high-will-never-die · 4 years

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(Fic) Gays and Ikea

Thank you for the request, @poeticpansy !

tag list: @nilamjohansson @sundry-whovengerslocked @king-cookiex @elinaviolets @poeticpansy

Warnings: Cussing and pet names (babe and love)

Ship(s): Zach x Arthur (Carbon Copy Kid) and Implied Lash x OC

“This is literally the stupidest shit I have ever done in my life,” Arthur whined, flopping heavily onto his boyfriend’s stomach. Zach groaned as the wind was knocked out of him, clutching his side and playfully whacking Arthur across the head.

“I know, babe, but we need to get it done! I’d rather not sleep on the floor,” Zach managed to wheeze out between gasps for air. Arthur just let out another whine, lifting up his head and pouting at Zach before glancing at the mangled pile of metal rods, screws, and indistinguishable bed pieces. They had two parts of the frame connected. It had been two hours. Zach sighed and kissed the top of Arthur’s head before sitting up, taking his unwilling accomplice with him. “Come on, we got this. We’ve fought crime! We graduated high school! We can put together a bed,” Zach said encouragingly, standing up and grabbing the directions. Arthur peered over his shoulder, resting his chin on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“...do screws still work if you hammer them in?” Arthur asked after a moment of contemplation. Zach tried not to roll his eyes. biting his lip to contain laughter.

“No, Artie, you can’t hammer in screws. Now come on, I’ve built furniture with my dad before...we can get this done.” Zach nodded firmly and got back down onto his knees, picking up a screwdriver and several screws. “Ok. First, we have to connect part 1b to part 2d.” And so, the building commenced. It was hard work. There was sweat, tears, and a broken nail (”I got this done YESTERDAY, Zach!” “I didn’t mean to, babe!”) but finally, finally, the bed was finished. Arthur stood back to observe the work he and his boyfriend had done, a satisfied smile on his face.

“Well, it’s a little crooked, but...” Arthur’s voice trailed off. A little was an understatement. One leg was completely bent. The mattress sagged in the middle of the bottomless frame. The box spring was missing. The frame itself looked more like a triangle than it did a rectangle.

“Okay, yeah, I’m calling Lash,” Zach said, pulling out his cellphone.

“Like hell you are!” Arthur shrieked, tackling Zach and grabbing for the phone. The glowing man yelped as he staggered backward, falling over and directly onto the rickety bed. Both of them froze as the bed groaned and creaked under their weight. After a moment it went still, and Zach hesitantly shifted into a more comfortable position. The bed didn’t move.

“Well...I guess we know it’s not going to collapse,” Zach muttered gruffly. Arthur smiled smugly.

“See? No need to call Lash. Besides, he’s probably even gayer than us, you think he would do much better?” Zach snorted.

“Maybe not, but his boyfriend Victor literally works at Ikea. If Lash couldn’t do it he could!” he retorted. Arthur didn’t reply, just pouted again and nuzzled into Zach’s chest. He sighed, running a hand gently through Arthur’s hair. Arthur hummed softly, closing his eyes. “Hey, no, don’t fall asleep! You’re right on top of me!” Zach complained, half-heartedly trying to push Arthur off. The other man simply grinned and wrapped his arms around Zach’s waist.

“I don’t know, love...you’re really comfortable,” Arthur said in a sing-song voice, tracing a finger up Zach’s chest. “I say we just stay here...” His voice was low and soft, and Zach’s heart fluttered in his chest. He huffed.

“Fine. But you’re making the bed tomorrow.”

“Okay by me,” Arthur said. He kissed just under Zach’s chin, settling back down onto him and yawning. “Night, Zach.” The other man smiled.

“Goodnight, Arthur.”

#sky high #fanfic #my fanfic #my writing #lee writes #lee's writing #sky high fanfiction #lash #zach x carbon copy kid #zach x arthur #lash x oc #lash x male oc #ikea #ikea furniture #gays cannot build ikea furniture #cussing #swearing #submission

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preposterous-and-pointless · 5 years

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Pathetic Fallacy AU

AU where Virgil’s emotions control the weather.

Trigger warning: panic attacks

(It’s not really from the perspective of the one having the panic attack but its present so here ya go)

(Also, I just want to say sorry if I portrayed someone else helping through a panic attack weirdly, I’ve had panic attacks but nobody has ever helped me through one, and I’ve never had to help anyone else through one. This portrayal is completely based on other fanfictions I’ve read so I hope it’s somewhat accurate, although fair warning, it may not be.)

There’s no explicit romantic shipping (unless I write more and it gets even gayer (yeah the more I wrote, the gayer it got, but no kisses or anything)), but it’s definitely present so I tagged it just in case. The ships are Prinxiety and Logicality.

I can’t write so I’m just gonna write this as a list of events (it gets more detailed towards the end as I have more ideas later on then how this situation would come about):

Roman and Logan move into the town where Virgil and Patton live.

At first they think everything is normal, but then they move in with Virgil and Patton.

They start to notice how weird the weather is around the town a few months later: how quickly the weather changes, etc.

They ask Virgil and Patton about it, but Patton pretends not to notice the weird weather. Virgil pointedly avoids the question.

A few days later, it’s raining outside, and Roman spots Virgil curled up on an armchair in their living room. They get to talking, despite Virgil’s initial reluctance, and Roman makes Virgil laugh.

The weather almost immediately shifts to a sunny day, catching Roman’s attention.

If Virgil’s face could have gone paler, it would have. He makes up an excuse and books it out of there.

Roman starts to become suspicious.

Roman catches Logan on his way to the store the next day. He goes along with him and confesses what happened yesterday and how strange it was. Logan is intrigued.

He suggests they conduct an experiment. Roman isn’t so sure, they had been living together for a while now and he knew he shouldn’t make Virgil reveal anything he didn’t want to.

His curiosity gets the best of him and he agrees, but only if they can get Patton to agree.

Logan, ever hungry for knowledge, is already formulating how he’ll get Patton to say yes.

They arrive back home, Patton making dinner in the kitchen, and Virgil nowhere to be seen. Logan seizes the opportunity.

Patton listens along happily, but his expression drops when he hears of their theory. He tries to convince them that there isn’t anything going on with Virgil but they aren’t buying it.

Patton sees it’s not working and shuts down the conversation, telling the pair that they should leave this alone. Roman and Logan want to disagree, but neither wants to further upset Patton. They both promise not to say anything else about this, and Patton lights up again.

They eat dinner in silence, Virgil isn’t really sure what’s going on, but it’s making him feel uneasy.

The distant rumbling of thunder cuts through the quiet. Roman takes a short glance at Virgil, but keeps his promise to Patton and doesn’t act. Logan and Patton are having a whole conversation just through their eyes. The thunders gets louder, Virgil thanking Patton for the meal, and dashing back to his bedroom.

Logan finally breaks the eye contact, breathing out a sigh. “Do you really not plan on doing anything? He’s your best friend, isn’t he?”

Patton looks like a kicked puppy for a second, before he’s back to a neutral look. “You say that like you aren’t his friend too...”

Patton wants to act, he really does, but he can’t stand the thought of hurting Virgil.

The storm outside roars and shakes the walls.

Roman rises from his seat, his eyes meeting Patton’s, almost like he’s asking permission. He nods, turning away from Roman, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. Roman wants to stop and make sure Patton is alright, but Logan is already reaching across to comfort Patton.

Roman turns down the corridor away from the sobbed mutterings of ‘I’m a bad friend...’ and the gentle whisperings of ‘No, you aren’t, you just wanted to protect him.’

He knocks on Virgil’s door, a gasp sounding inside, and the crash of lightning outside making his heart rate soar. Roman had never really liked thunder and lightning, it wasn’t that he was afraid, but whenever a storm hit a feeling of dread always settled in the pit of his stomach. An uneasy feeling, like something was bound to go wrong.

A feeling he really doesn’t want right now.

He gently pushes the door open, spotting Virgil curled up in the corner. His head is buried in his knees and he’s shaking. Roman approaches slowly, asking if he can touch Virgil. Virgil barely shifts, but a slight nod is apparent.

Roman sits beside him, taking one of Virgil’s hands, and rubbing his thumb across the knuckles in a slow pattern. He inches closer, enough for Virgil to feel his Roman’s steady breathing, his own slowing down in response.

Roman doesn’t know how long they sit there until Virgil is able to speak again. The storm outside has completely fallen silent; Roman can only see a few clouds left in the dark sky out the window. “Thanks...” Virgil pauses but looks like he has more to say, so Roman simply waits, not even registering that their hands are still linked together. “How did you... know I was having a panic attack?”

It’s clearly not the question that Virgil really means to ask, so Roman, soothingly as he can, answers the question Virgil really wants the answer to. “It was yesterday, when I made you laugh. That’s when I first got suspicious. I wasn’t really sure until today though.” He smiles fondly, he’s sure it helps Virgil’s nerves, but that’s not really why he does it.

Instead of the equally kind response Roman was expecting, Virgil huffs. “God, I’ve been worrying that you found out ages ago, and you turn around and tell me you only found out yesterday.”

Roman blinks. “Why would it make a difference?”

Virgil starts to move his arms around animatedly as he explains. “Of course it makes a difference! You could have been laughing at me behind my back, or you could have been afraid of me! Like all this time, you could have thought of me as a monster and that’s like the worst feeling in the world, because, I mean, uhhhh… Well, think of it this way, you- why are you laughing?!”

Roman takes a minute to suppress his giggles. “You’re so dramatic, and that’s coming from me... maybe when we first met, I would have reacted like that, but give me some credit.” He jokes. “And if I was afraid of you, why would I stick around all this time?”

“Because you’re you, Mr. ‘I will slay all the dragon-witches’.” Virgil deadpans. Roman whines about that being one time, and that he was drunk, before conceding that he probably would have said that while sober too.

They are interrupted by Patton and Logan at the door. Patton stares guiltily at the floor, his hand gripping tightly onto Logan’s. Virgil gets up, shortly followed by Roman, and wraps his arms around Patton.

Patton bursts into tears again.

It takes an hour to calm him down, and for Virgil to explain he wasn’t mad at him.

They sit around the dinner table, and Virgil describes everything he knows about his power, which admittedly isn’t much, but Logan enthusiastically takes notes nevertheless.

It seems as if he had more conscious control over the weather in his childhood, Patton excitedly recalling many instances of such events (Virgil assumed he had forgotten), and that the control shifted to his emotions in his teen years.

Logan, satisfied with the data he collected, retires to his room. Patton soon after sneaks away from Virgil and Roman. They watch him dart into Logan’s room but don’t mention it to him later.

They decide they should probably go too. They share a long look, then return to their own rooms. There’ll always be future nights that they can spend together after they’ve talked things out.

I’ve been writing for two hours and I have no idea where to go from here so it’s done. Feel free to add onto this! It’d be fun to see how other people would expand this AU, especially since I haven’t fully expanded on which emotions are linked to which types of weather. I may or may not make a part two, I’m not sure.

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raeynbowboi · 5 years

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The Other Ships in My Fleet

So, I’ve already made a post talking about how I feel about certain ships in My Hero Academia, and another post about some of my other fandoms. Both posts got a lot of likes and reblogs, so I figured I’d talk about my ships from other fandoms. If this post also gets a lot of positive feedback, I’ll consider starting a second page to post my fan content for all of my fandoms, while still maintaining this one almost exclusively for My Hero Academia and Kiribaku specifically.

Klance (Keith x Lance) Voltron: Legendary Defender

I’m fully aware that this ship is probably not going to happen, but it’s really the only ship in the series that speaks to me. I will not lie, I am a big fan of dark and moody dating happy-go-lucky, and the rivals to friends to lovers element is just icing on the cake. It’s only further helped by Lance being Keith’s second-in-command. They help each other grow, and the trust that forms between them is cute and endearing. They also shared a major element to their characters. Both of them feel out of place, Keith because of his Galra heritage, and Lance because he doesn’t have a niche role.

Rabies/Rae x BB (Raven x Beast Boy) Teen Titans (2003)

While there wasn’t a lot of shipping fodder for these two in the 2003 iteration, the two are a canon couple in most versions of the teen titans, having been married in the comics (more than once, I think) so this is sort of a unique ship in that I ship it across every version of the two characters. Sporting a snarky moody goth and a lovable goofball, their dynamic was like that of an old married couple, or a moody teenager and her annoying little brother. Still, the two were good friends, and even though their personalities were polar opposites of each other, they had a lot of quiet, emotional moments together in the series. Whether you want to read them as friends or potential lovers, I think it’s hard to deny that there was a genuinely nice bond between the pair.

Garnet/Rupphire (Ruby x Sapphire) Steven Universe

As the show’s literal physical manifestation of love and a perfect relationship, it’s hard not to like the relationship between these two adorable lesbians. With the show sometimes being edited to remove the queer elements, it’s absolutely hysterical that they had the two get married in an episode very important to the plot, and put Ruby in the dress so that absolutely nobody could misinterpret her as a male. Editing it would only confuse viewers as to why everybody is in wedding attire, thus taking a very satisfying stance against censors and bigotry. Garnet also marks a first in children’s programming as the first same-sex wedding in a children’s animated show, at least as far as I’m aware.

Pearl x Mystery Girl Steven Unieverse

Although only featured in a single episode and having no dialogue, Mystery Girl (possibly named Sabina) is a very important element to Pearl’s character, being her first step toward moving on from Rose Quartz. There were fans that hoped that Mystery Girl would come back, but even if she doesn’t, she’s still important to Pearl’s character development.

Amedot (Amethyst x Peridot) Steven Universe

I know a lot of people prefer Lapidot, but frankly I find Lapis too selfish and cold-hearted to be ready for a relationship as she currently stands. I find Amethyst to be a better fit for Peridot, since they both share issues with their height. That, and the way the show frames them has romantic comedy tropes interwoven into their scenes. But even if they’re just friends, Amethyst’s approval means so much to Peridot.

Stevonnie (Steven Universe x Connie Maheswaren) Steven Universe

I’m not usually a fan of lead boy dates lead girl ships, as they tend to be very poorly done, and many feel forced, or are just boring and predictable. However, the bond between these two feels very genuine. They don’t feel like a lead boy and lead girl forced into a relationship at all. They come together very naturally, and the show takes its time to build their friendship up slowly. The show remembers that they’re kids first, friends second, jam buds third, and love interests last.

Tomstar (Tom Lucitor x Star Butterfly) Star Vs the Forces of Evil

Considering the show’s themes of monsters, racism, and not judging evil at face value, this ship serves as the most thematically poignant to the narrative that the show is setting up. It also makes Star a stronger parallel to her “evil” great great something grandmother, Eclipsa. Both are monster sympathizers with monster boyfriends. While the blood moon bonds complicate things, I see this ship as the most relevant to the themes and messages the show seems to want to send.

Tomco (Tom Lucitor x Marco Diaz) Star Vs the Forces of Evil

More of a joke/crack ship, I know it’s unlikely, but the entire episode of Friendenemies had romantic comedy written all over it. Between the literal in-universe break-up song to the show’s promotional art being inspired by dime store pulp romance novels fuel the fire that keeps this ship afloat.

Bumblebee/Bumbleby (Blake Belladonna x Yang Xiao Long) RWBY

Partners, teammates, and close friends, the ship really took off starting in season 2 during the episode “Burning the Candle”, as Blake spiraled into self-destructive habits due to obsessing over her problems. Nobody is able to get through to her until Yang comes in to talk to her. She doesn’t lecture her or beg her to stop. She instead forms a bridge of trust by first opening up about a similar situation she’s been in, and how she knows first hand that this sort of spiraling can only have negative impacts. They are shown to be parallels, as both girls are negatively effected by a loved one no longer in their life, and the trust issues that spring from that loved one’s actions. Yang was abandoned by her mother, a problem which she mentions Blake repeated. For Blake, it was the uncertainty of trusting someone’s character, and being afraid of someone slowly turning into someone else. She explicitly states in season 3 that her ex started off a nice guy, like Yang. The first time he hurt someone, there was a reason. There was always an excuse. Until eventually, she became the pardoner. The one excusing his actions. And, she expresses the fear that Yang could be following a similar path. Both girls have been hurt by someone in the past, and both girls are afraid of being hurt the same way again, and inadvertently hurt each other the same way as someone else has. It’s also known that RWBY characters tend to represent or be based on fairy tale characters. Yang is Goldilocks, and Blake is Beauty from Beauty and the Beast. However, based on the lyrics from Red Like Roses “Black the Beast descends from shadows, Yellow Beauty burns gold”, there seems to be an implication that Yang is the Beauty to Blake’s Beast. This is interestingly supported by Blake’s name. Blake is a Celtic name meaning both Black and White, and Belladonna literally means Beautiful Woman in Italian, but is also the name of a very poisonous plant often mistaken for the harmless blueberry. The duality of her name could be pointing to how she plays the dual role of both Beauty and Beast.

Seamonkeys (Sun Wukong x Neptune Vasilias) RWBY

A bit more of a crack ship, these two lovable idiots are far less likely to be canon, but since Sun is Yang’s main competition for Blake’s heart, I have no problem shipping him off elsewhere with his goofy best friend. Although they act more like usual best friends in the canon show, their relationship does have a much gayer tone in the less canon comedy show RWBY Chibi, where Neptune almost seems to act like a jealous clingy girlfriend a lot of the times. I doubt the ship would ever sail, but I mostly ship it because they’re cute together. Although, with season 6 just starting, I got the vibe that Sun was stepping aside to let Bumblebee sail uninhibited. Sun doesn’t really have a third popular ship, it’s just Black Sun and Seamonkeys, so this ship may be gaining validity in the future.

Gumlee (Marshall Lee x Prince Gumball) Adventure Time with Fiona and Cake

The male counterpart to Bubbline (Princess Bubblegum x Marceline), there’s no real difference between the two pairs other than their genders, and Gumball preferring baking while Bubblegum prefers science. Because they are effectively just gender-swapped clones of the canon ship, anything canonical between the girls is also technically canon with these two. It’s not that I don’t like Bubbline, but when given the choice between gay or lesbian versions of a couple, I’m going to be naturally inclined to lean toward the gay version.

Sasunaru/Narusasu (Sasuke Uchiha x Naruto Uzumaki) Naruto

Maybe there’s a cultural aspect I’m unaware of, but it’s a bit of a running gag in the Naruto fanbase at this point that Naruto is obsessed with Sasuke. So much so that he seems to care about him way beyond normal friendship. With how much these two obsess over one another, it’s no surprise why this became such a popular pairing. Their dynamic even dwarfed Hinata’s heartfelt confession of her love during the Pain Invasion Arc, because as soon as that ended, did Naruto go talk to Hinata? No, he immediately started thinking about Sasuke. Hinata definitely got the shaft in part II, which is a shame because I really loved her character.

Bob and Linda Belcher Bob’s Burgers

More of an honorable mention than a full on ship, I wanted to highlight them as one of adult animation’s only married couples that actually still like each other. In the wake of the popularity of the Simpsons, and the cementing of the genre with Family Guy, the stock dynamic of idiot husband and enraged but supportive wife became a recurring trope. Before long, every single animated sitcom-esque family fell into this very annoying cliche. So, finding a couple in adult animation that are not only married but still manage to show they love each other is amazing. Their marriage isn’t on the rocks, they find time to at least try and be romantic, and even when they have bets or are on opposing sides of something, the show never forgets that these two love each other at the end of the day.

Captain Swan (Killian “Hook” Jones x Emma Swan) Once Upon A Time

This relationship between Captain Hook and the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming might sound odd on paper, but this couple is by far one of the healthiest relationships in the series. Both Hook and Emma come from broken lives, and together build themselves up to something stronger. In a melodrama surrounding fairy tales, both characters are surprisingly grounded, realistic, and skeptical cynics, a very stark contrast from the usual wide-eyed lovey-dovey couples Disney is known for. Emma’s tendency to put up walls and Killian’s tendency to always put himself first are both slowly broken down over time as Killian tries to tear down Emma’s walls and get to know her while she works on building a foundation of trust between them. The pairing feels very organic, and they definitely feel like the most realistic couple in the series as they both take turns stumbling and working toward being good for each other.

Rumbelle (Rumplestiltskin x Belle) Once Upon A Time

In the early seasons, this couple was beautiful to watch. I truly loved their chemistry and dynamic, as both of them were given such strong characteristics without simplifying either of them. However, as the show went on, it started to lose that power. The couple started to feel toxic as Belle kept waiting for Rumple to change, and he kept on lying and lying. It even reached a stopping point. A perfect one. Rumple was redeemed. He was a good man again. He could be the man Belle deserved. But instead, he slipped right back into his old ways. It was then that I fell off the band wagon for this ship. I loved it once, until I got sick of watching him hurt her over and over.

Daenerys Targaryen x Khal Drogo Game of Thrones

Although together only for a short while, this power couple won audiences over very quickly, as Drogo’s gruff but passionate affection mixed with Danny’s growing confidence and rise to power made these two iconic.

Renly Baratheon x Ser Loras Tyrell Game of Thrones

Another short-lived relationship, the remarkable thing is that Renly was literally the only character vying for the throne with fully good intentions for the realm. He was concerned with the needs of the people, and was the only morally good candidate in the War of Five Kings. Sadly, the ydidn’t get much screen time, but they were still a strong couple.

Peraltiago (Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago) Brooklyn 99

A rare exception to the don’t force the leads to date rule, the show let them form a bond over time that went from a friendly childish rivalry to a friendly dating rivalry. While each character experiences change and growth, it is not at the expense of their personalities, and the progression feels like it was meant to happen.

#ships #shipping #fandom #steven universe #star vs the forces of evil #game of thrones #brooklyn 99 #once upon a time #ouat #star vs #rwby #naruto #voltron legendary defender #voltron #teen titans #bobs burgers #adventure time

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vaguely-concerned · 5 years

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SO I DID GET TO SEE GOOD OMENS AND TL;DR IT WAS EXCELLENT, I AM EUPHORIC

more thoughts and spoilers under the cut!

the FUCK YEEEEEEEAAAAAHs:

- mr gaiman you did it you made it even gayer I never even believed it was possible what is this 6000 years pining slowburn nonsense

*ahem* to be more serious about it I loved that the show takes the emotional throughlines from the book and somehow both heightens and deepens them.

- it really is phenomenally faithful to the book and the stuff it adds is mostly a m a z i n g. it kept me perfectly engaged despite me knowing what like 75% of the dialogue was going to be

- david tennant doesn’t quite go for the same energy as how I imagine crowley in the book -- in my head he’s more... idk how to explain it but the vibe is more someone grinning a bright fixed ‘this is totally my suave face’ grin while clearly continually going ‘oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck’ internally haha, to me he’s slightly less... mercurial? trying to play his cards closer to the chest? but you know what show!crowley is fucking hilarious too and I do like what they’ve done with him being less of an optimist at the core and more enjoying the world through his connection with aziraphale -- the sense of underlying loneliness you get in some places in the book has really been dialed up, he just wants a friend :( (which incidentally seems to be part of the reason he fe -- sauntered vaguely downwards too; he mostly wanted to hang out with someone, and today he still doesn’t really fit in with either the angels or the demons)

- I can’t believe they managed to capture the feeling of ‘Under the ash and soot that flaked his face, he looked very tired, and very pale, and very scared’ on screen; it’s one of the moments of the book that really stuck with me and it worked so well here too, especially since the fallout of the situation stays with him longer

- this version of aziraphale is just. so lovely. so so good, literal precious angel who almost got his head cut off for crepes, I totally see why crowley persevered through the ages and his own intimacy issues, good call my friend. thank you michael sheen, every time this character showed up on screen I was filled with joy and delight

- I’m completely undone by how incredibly mutual their friendship is in this -- despite crowley being the more active in asking for connection it’s obvious all the way through how much aziraphale genuinely adores him and enjoys his company (even though he knows he shouldn’t and so continually needs to give himself some plausible deniability)

when aziraphale’s voice breaks as he’s like ‘don’t go’ after they’ve argued in the park and he’s just tried to pretend they’re not even friends? hahahahahahaha ouch my fucking heart

- sister mary loquacious was the most endearing thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life, give that actress all the roles she’s got the charisma of the gods

- “not only a southern pansy, sergeant -- the southern pansy” got through and it was glorious (ditto shadwell’s naming schemes, I for sure thought that wouldn’t be mentioned but it’s so incredibly funny)

- crowley repeatedly and openly just... begging aziraphale to go off to the stars with him what the fick-freckedy-fuck

- Of the horsemen Pollution was my absolute fave (so cool and unsettling and nonbinary rep!!!!!!! also they feel like the youngest horseman in such a deep way, every credit to the actress that was great) and I really enjoyed the twist on Famine, making him seem more intense and hungry himself as part of his nature as opposed to in the book where he’s basically like... diet vetinari lol

- G A B R I E L he was so perfectly awful... absolutely no redeeming features whatsoever he’s just a piece of shit all the way through and John Hamm was clearly having the time of his life with it and I too was living

- crowley crying in the bar because he lost his best friend and there’s no point to even try to run away anymore if he’s alone, he’s just waiting for the end of the world ;____________________________________________________; what an addition, such a thoughtful way to steer his character arc, wonderful, spectacular

in the book it’s more about him finding his way through the fear and desperation and having lost everything back to his core ‘actually... fuck this there’s no situation I can’t snake my way out of let’s goooooooooo’ self, which is admittedly really cool and satisfying, but it feels like a shallower thing than finally reaching a point where he can no longer pretend he doesn’t care or doesn’t want things. (also... the way his will to live reignites the moment aziraphale needs him fjskadlfhaskdhfksldhfslkahdf “I’ll come find you” INDEED fjksdafhsdlfhsdalfh)

- also a nice tiny change: the implication that reason he can drive the bentley through the flames is that he loves that car so fucking much, he’s invested so much of himself and his emotions in it over many years, like a sort of microcosm of how he feels about the actual world (and specifically humanity’s presence in it) that produced it

- the child actors were uniformly precious, and the kid who played adam got me right in the feelings. the sort of comedic sociopathy of kids thing going on in the book is downplayed, which means I was feeling all the more protective of this sweet sweet kid who just loves his dog and his friends and fjsdfklasjkh

- *sigh* my embarrassing crush on david tennant has been lying dormant these last few years, simply waiting for its chance to rise from the depths like a kraken yet again, and I am slightly unsettled that what really made it surface this time was him dressed up as evil Mary Poppins + the bathing suit, socks included. ah well the heart uh wants what it wants I guess

- crowley is awfully quick to suggest child murder for someone who’s blatantly not willing to harm a hair on a kid’s head himself lawl the two of them just juggling the ‘but maybe you could like... quickly murder him so we could avoid all this???’ ball back and forth before madame tracy finally knocks some sense into them

- the actress for madame tracy did such an amazing job that I literally forgot aziraphale wasn’t actually possessing her, ART

- fellas... is it gay to blow up a bunch of nazis for your ~*best friend*~ and save his books while actualfax romantic music swells in the background... asking for a friend

- “anywhere you want to go” :):):):) oh no

- to be Sad at you for a second here... why the fuck did aziraphale immediately assume crowley wanted the holy water to use it on himself? is there like. a story here we don’t know. is this the fallout of going to check wtf the spanish inquisition was all about. I’m almost afraid to ask

- to be even Sadder: that ‘For Terry’ made me cry and I’m not ashamed to admit it

the awwww... okay I guess you can’t have EVERYTHINGs:

- the scene where crowley and aziraphale get wasted together after the antichrist is delivered is not quite as funny as it is in my head, but then I don’t think anything in the physical world could be as funny as the way I imagine them just like somberly leaning over the table at each other with little regard for personal space and drunkenly expounding on dolphins, so I’ll forgive it

- CGI satan was completely unnecessary and not even very well designed *shrug emoji* the whole point of that scene is that we never get to see him, just the mounting dread as he’s getting closer, and then the wordless reveal of who Adam considers to be his dad and that’s all that matters and even the devil is powerless against it... loved the ~*godfathers*~ giving a little literal angel/devil on my shoulder pep talk, tho, that was incredibly sweet

- ...the maggots huh neil. couldn’t leave them out huh. what a world it would be if we didn’t get to see a bunch of people get eaten by a writhing roomful of maggots huh.

- ETA: actually one more: I refuse to accept this version of DEATH, hashtag not my reaper

#good omens #good omens spoilers #*sigh* my brain is tired from being excited but that's kind of fine #I'm sure this is not very coherent but well I don't feel all that coherent haha

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shedeservesthebest · 6 years

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The Amis and things I’ve said to my friends

Enjolras:

ye, but do you really think dick can do that? I mean, look at the number of world leaders and you’ll see how useless dick really is when speaking of changing the world…

Oh well, Grantaire, no, I mean grammar isn’t important, Grantaire is!

Capitalism is a fake bitch who helps only the rich, and everyone else are too brainwashed to see it

Combeferre:

I am the mother-dude

I’d fuck Darwin

White is not only a skin colour, but a state of being

Courfeyrac:

The stage turns him on. He’s gay that way

I just masturbated, so I have this extreme calm feeling spreading through my entire body, nothing makes sense, everything is gayer than it seems, and I am satisfied, in every sense of the word

Sun kissed skin. Beach waves. Bitch I’m gay

Jehan:

Shakespeare was a fuckboi and I would definitely fuck him

I love it! Make it gay as a passive aggressive fuck u to the fugly dudebros

I’m slutshaming Lord Byron

Joly:

I think I’ll get a shot of water

I will always support the extraterrestrials

Yall I have a bad hip and my knee joint is aching why am I exactly 80 fucking yeas old??

Bousset:

I just blew a piece of candy out of my nose lol wtf

A mistake that has been repeated time and time again

Ouch! … That didn’t hurt

Feuilly:

I don’t need a sugar daddy, I have 21 NOK (about 2,2 Euro)

Wanna go to my place and get a JesusJoint?

It’s a mutual friendship! It’s called communism!

Bahorel:

*Sips Cola* I fucked Santa… to get this

Dick is illegal. Ass is not. So, dick in ass evens out. Dick in ass is neutral.

It’s the Chad on the inside that counts

Grantaire:

My hobby is burying my head in a pillow as anal goblins hammer on the inside of my skull

Correct grammar is for those who still believe in the world

What if I just... fucking… slamdunked my head into my desk… and just… mcfucking died

BONUS:

Marius:

He activates my Yikes! instinct

I just cry in general

Cause I’m a duck with minor social anxiety

Cosette:

10 cats are better than an unhappy marriage!!

Tho a dick would be easier than a vagina…. Easier orgasms and no period pains, could be counted as a win… (if you ignore the fact that you have a wiggly pee stick flopping between your thighs 20/7 (idk how often dicks are erect…))

I’m cheering for Mother Earth, I hope she kills us all

Gavroche:

He had a certain vendetta against mushrooms and children ever since. You’re not getting context

I tried throwing a paper into the trash, but it fluttered to the floor instead, and I muttered “Top 10 anime betrayals”

I am wise you courageous bitch

Eponine:

If I ever think about getting out of bed before 11 for a man, I’m gonna need you to punch me

Never trust your guy, always trust your gut

Why do men think dicks make women horny? I will never feel anything except mild disgust at the sight of a dick

Musichetta:

ALSO I’VE BEEN CRAVING FUCKING DONUTS FOR 2 FUCKING DAYS NOW AND I DROVE DOWN TO THE SHOP EARLIER AND THEY WERE OUT OF DONUTS AND I AM FURIOUS THAT WE DON’T HAVE LIKE DUNKIN DONUTS OR SOME CRAPPY CORPORATE DONUT SHOP THAT WORKS LIKE MCDONALD’S OR SOME BULLSHIT I NEED DONUTS. In conclusion: I am bitter

The head of a man must be light

“I don’t know why I haven’t blocked him yet”, the eternal question woman always have and always will ask themselves

Valjean:

Arrest doesn’t always mean jail time, but jail time always means a rest

I have breadcrumbs in my back pocket

Javert:

Duuuuude, I am becoming an ultimate dad!! I give life advice hidden in dad jokes to avoid the emotional aspect because I’m an emotionally repressed idiot!!

This is a dad joke, but it’s still funny

Montparnasse:

I will ever only accept a real actual dick, never a painting, never a dick pic, just send me a severed dick in a box

They definitely are, I am never walking again! From now on, my only form of transportation is those chairs the rich would have the poor carry them around in, those that demanded wide double doors

He can be a charming bag of dicks when he needs it

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kentonramsey · 3 years

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Leaving Home Allowed Me To Explore My ‘Aesthetic’ For The First Time

At the start of this year, I travelled from Karachi, Pakistan, to university in London. I’m a first-year student and, at 19, this was my first time travelling without family. Having just begun my journey into adulthood, travelling alone, living alone and taking care of myself alone was all new to me. I was in a new country, a whole continent away from the city I grew up in.

While planning for the trip, I knew at the back of my mind that I would be able to tap into my more experimental style sense while abroad, even if those experiments would only be seen by the grocery store cashier or my university dorm friends. What I didn’t realise, until I reached university, was just how much fashion freedom there would be. Like Karachi, London is a cosmopolitan city; a sensory overload of personalities and identities. However, unlike back home, in London I was a stranger. I was no longer surrounded by the people I grew up with, no longer bogged down by what society deemed appropriate or by rules of how one was expected to dress. There was no one to satisfy, I could truly live for myself. So when I noticed that no one would bat an eyelid at coloured hair, intricate eye makeup or a bunch of piercings, I found myself exploring my style aesthetic like never before.

There is something wonderful about exploring your aesthetic. While at university, I took the ‘risk’ of dyeing a single section of my hair purple. In retrospect, there was no risk. The dye was a temporary, wash-out kind and the strand could be hidden if styled correctly. But it felt like a risk to me because it was the first time I’d ventured into experimenting with my hair, a feature which, more often than not, I’ve been told not to change. The wonderful, ineffable thing was that when I looked at that strand of deeply pigmented purple hair amid a sea of black, it felt like it fit. As if it was always meant to be there. I learned that I love to wear beanies and silver rings, and flare pants. It feels difficult to explain but discovering accessories of physical expression that make you feel more like you – more comfortable in your skin – is a part of self-discovery that I wasn’t aware I needed.

For many people, parental pressure and expectations can stunt their style self-discovery. Ilma Lodhi, 24, moved out of her parents’ home into her own place in Chicago and felt the shift in her ability to wear what felt more stylish for her. “My fashion sense prior to moving out was always a topic of argument in my home,” she says. “Now that I have moved out, I get to dress for myself and think about what will flatter my body instead of, Will this make my parents upset? My fashion sense now is trendy clothes: solid colours and cohesiveness, instead of unorganised layers to cover up. Moving out also distanced me from the Desi community, meaning I felt less seen by its judgement and free from bringing shame to my family. Sometimes the pressure of keeping them happy and well represented does sneak back in. But I have had to work through that guilt to prosper for myself.”

As in Ilma’s experience, we often grow up in environments and communities that place boundaries on our self-expression. At other times, we’re limited by having to make do with what we have to hand.

Twenty-three-year-old Zulfiqar Mannan from Lahore, Pakistan, moved to New Haven in Connecticut for university, where they discovered more about their fashion sense. “As an onlooker, you could describe my fashion sense as trying to make the best of typical male clothing that always fit only loosely, and overshadowed my body under a tedious, awkward silhouette. Mostly, I was never able to question or experiment with the form of the clothing that I was wearing. When I went away from home for college, I was still initially limited to these style choices by way of gender limitation. I do not think I would have been able to wear any of the gayer clothing I started wearing in my first year of college – like silver sparkly shoes from Zara or a pink hat from my college merch shop.”

Zulfiqar explains how gender-bending in clothing was never understood or acknowledged as a legitimate form of self-expression in the community they grew up in. Nor did they know that it could be done in seriousness and have a significant impact on their lifestyle.

“When I moved away,” they say, “it took a while before I seriously embraced and embodied the crop top. That was definitely the start. I felt really, really good in a crop top. It felt like a form that was suited to my body type. Then I discovered the halter top. Many of the body-gripping clothes that women are able to wear since they are marketed to them were really life-changing for me. Heels, too!

“By the time I put my first ever halter crop top on, I began to see such a truer version of myself look back at me from the mirror. I really began to sit comfortably in my identity as a trans woman when this style of short hair, super crop nangi (naked) top, pants/shalwar vibes and heels became my own.”

Zulfiqar’s story touches on how the way clothing is marketed can stunt your ability to express your style aesthetic.

Sonya Barlow, 28, is originally from Langley in Berkshire and is now situated in London. She explains how the expectation to present a ‘professional’ image may also limit your style expression. “I would describe my old fashion style as limited and unexpressive. I didn’t have an interest in dressing up. My style evolved by me slowly pushing my own limits and embracing my true self. Starting from piercings, wearing a nose ring to dyeing my hair – at university the bottom of my hair was green (blue gone wrong) but it looked cool. Working in corporate technology, there was an ‘image’ to [uphold] and so I wouldn’t experiment much – now, being a business owner and founder, I am enjoying the freedom. Moving to London in the summer meant I could enjoy wearing new outfits and styles, like dresses as a simple example, which I wouldn’t have before.”

Sonya says that by exploring new areas when she moved, she was able to incorporate different styles from different places into her look and make it her own. “Owning what you wear is liberating – you are in control of the narrative.”

Reading about all our different experiences, I wondered why leaving home can be a liberation for so many. I asked psychologist Anna Adamiak to shed some light on this question. She notes: “I do think that moving away from home can be very exciting. You can now find your own way in life, experiment with your own style and get things done in your own way without your parents’ involvement.

“At the same time the experience can be bittersweet. We are all affected by our background, our parents and families, and there is no escape from it. We become who we are partly by internalising the characteristics of our primary carers. After the initial excitement, disappointment may come and it is better to be realistic about it and prepared for it. Things may appear more difficult than they seem and we may do things following our old ways as it is difficult to get out of our old habits straightaway. My advice would be to give yourself the time. Enjoy the newly acquired freedom but be prepared to take small steps and do not be afraid of mistakes, don’t be too hard on yourself if something does not go the way you expected or planned for it to go. We learn by making mistakes. Have fun with it!”

Self-discovery in any sense can be scary but celebratory. Many of us feel the freedom to explore, experiment and evolve stylistically when we move away from where we grew up because we find ourselves amid a blank canvas, separated from others’ preconceptions, from the expectations our communities have of us. In the unknownness of a new place, you can dare to dream beyond what you were told was conventional. It’s an opportunity to let go of other people’s opinions of what is right for you and find out what ‘right’ means to you, for yourself.

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hey I hope you're happy (since you obviously deserve it)

!!!!!!!!!! Thank you??? I hope you’re happy too, anon!!!

Anon said:Wow Tetsutetsu and Kaminari like a couple? Really? Ok, that is interesting, but I don’t know if it is possible. Why do you put them together?

I mean, it’s a crack ship, being possible isn’t really its point haha they’re not supposed to make much sense, as far as canon goes? If I remember right they do come from the same prefecture, so maybe they knew of each other/ knew each other before UA, but as far as I’m concerned my interest in the ship comes from the quirk compatibility, really. It’s nothing I put much thought into, and I do have many ships for both of them I like better, but the idea of the two of them together is fun so why not

Anon said:The kamitetsu was really cute!!! It was also really super cute when two people spoke at the same time/had the same thought you mixed their colors!!! That was honestly a very nice touch and cute! I love your art it makes me so happy!

AHHHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! And I’m glad you liked that, for a while I thought mixing the colors like that was gonna make it confusing hahaha

Anon said:Just stopped by to say your artwork makes me so incredibly happy, and always improves my day!! I hope you have a great rest of the year because you deserve it!! Thank you for everything you do!

Sob thank you so much for taking the time to send this message!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!

Anon said:I’m sorry for clogging your inbox with this (you don’t have to write back), but wanted to say I hope you feel better real soon and also to say thank you (so very much!!) for sharing your art. Selfish of me to say so, but it really really has cheered me up after a bad day. Lots of love to you!

I’m!!!! So happy I could help you feel better, anon!!!!! I hope your day is going 100x better, right now!!!! And thank you for the well wishes ;u;

Anon said:have you thought about this or what do you think about it?: Tokoyami / Mina ?

Never thought about it before, actually :O but why not? I’m not sure they’d work as far as personalities go, but they’re definitely aesthetically pleasing next to each other! Their designs work well together haha

Anon said:*Climbs out of the chimney, covered in soot and very disgruntled* I’ll have you know, good sire. *Tips hat.* That I just read the entirety of the Dgray man because of your laven art. And I- *Dabs at eyes, voice cracking* -am having more feelings than I ever wanted.

AAAHHHHHH I’M SORRY FOR THE UNWANTED FEELS but I’m??? so glad you decided to check the manga out????????????? I hope you liked it oh g o d that manga is my life !!!

Anon said:This isn’t like a “secret request for a drawing” but don’t you think there needs to be a hug between Deku and All Might somewhere in the manga?!? I mean c'mon, Deku cries at the drop of a hat, someone give the boy a hug! Plus, I feel like All Might is a kind of father figure for Deku!! Sorry, I just needed to get that out XD. Love your artwork though!! My heart skips a beat at the sight of it. And my love for Baku and Kiri has been extended.

We actually had one tho!

an heartbreaking moment I 100% understand why you’d remove from your memory tbh, I cried, I’m still crying

Anon said:OOF i love your OCs..

Anon said:Heyyy I just wanted to say that I love your art with all my heart and the cat person/dog person one was so lovely.. I’m weak to kiribaku with animals.

So am I anon aaahhhhh !!!!!!!!! and thank you so so so so so much!!!!

Anon said:Just curious… do you have a personal favorite of your own art that you’ve posted?

Hmmmm not really, but if I had to pick one it’d be this one (which… does say something about my process and how to make it better……..) (a something I’m willingly ignoring) anyway usually what I’m the most satisfied with is the last thing I’ve posted haha

Anon said:Your art style brings out Kirishima’s adorableness even more. Holy heck I love how cute he is when you draw him. (And Bakugou and the rest of the kids too!)

THANK YOU!!!!!! I think it might be because I find him so incredibly cute, so I try to portray just how cute I think he is the most hahaha I’m glad I’m managing that well enough!!!!

Anon said: Hello~ Sending some love because you deserve it! I was having a shitty day (as always for me these days) and saw your Baku and Kiri cat & dog art and instantly felt a little better. My heart always feels lifted, and a smile replaces my tears, when I see your beautiful art! Even the kinda sad ones. If my heart hurts a bit from the sad arts, at least it’s because of the love expressed in the piece, and not heartache from personal things. Thank you, as always, for sharing your work.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thank you for the kind words oh my god!!!!!! ;O;

Anon said:IS BAKU WEARING A RED RIOT SHIRT AND DOES THE DOG HAVE A RED RIOT PAULDRON COLLAR AND IS KIRI WEARING A BAKU SHIRT

YES TO ALL OF IT!!!!!! :D

Anon said:i just want to tell you i’m now 10000 times gayer than i was before i’m blushing so much at your latest bakushima art… it’s sososo Good, i love you

:O thank you!!!!! I love you lots too!!!!

Anon said: I see you ship Bakugo and Kiri together. Why do you ship them? Just wondering cause i love hearing why people ship certain people. P.S: i soooooooo ship them as well.

God, that’s one hard question to answer easily - I somewhat talked about it here? tho it was more specifically about why chapter 90 kills me haha but yeah to sum it up I’d say that my favorite ship for Kirishima is Bakugou because I think he’s the one that understands Kirishima best, the one that’s been there the most for him when Kirishima needed it, the one that always knows what to say to him and the one Kirishima holds onto when he needs strength, he’s the one that’s shown the most concern for Kirishima and the only one that’s actively done something to make him feel better when Kirishima needed it. He’s the one Kirishima gravitates towards the most and the one Kirishima shows most sides of himself to, too. And my favorite ship for Bakugou is Kirishima because Kirishima’s the only one that actually tries to see behind Bakugou’s anger, the one that since the start looked at him rage and saw a teen in pain, the only one that actually knows how to talk to him and the only one that doesn’t even need to try, he’s just naturally Bakugou’s perfect match in personality. He’s the one that likes Bakugou as he is, for what he is, not part of him but all of him, completely. He’s the one that’d risk his life for Bakugou no questions asked, and he’s the one Bakugou’s the most willing to spend time with, the one Bakugou talks to and shares with and accepts help from.

I like the relationship they share with each other the most out of every other relationship they have with other characters because they’re comfortable with one another and care for one another in an active way, do everything they can to make sure the other is happy and safe. Because they’re each other’s strength and greatest ally and best friend. I like that they’re aware of each other, that they know each other, that they like each other - not in a subtext kind of way, but in an obvious, on screen, there-was-a-chapter-in-which-that-was-actually-spelled-out way. I like how Kirisihima always knows what’s up with Bakugou, and I like how he’s the proxy to go to when people don’t know where Bakugou is, and I like that he always knows. I like that it’s implied they spend a lot of time alone together. I like that Kirishima said that Bakugou has a broken way of talking, but he isn’t a bad guy and he can’t say he dislikes how Bakugou tends to make enemies left and right, and I like that Bakugou took his hand and smiled at him. I like that Bakugou never yells at him and always calls him by name and never ignores him, and I like that Kirishima calls him out on his rudeness but still likes him and supports him and follows him. I like their relationship the most because it’s the most important relationship for either of them, because it’s healthy and equal and happy, and I ship it because seeing it as romantic from where they stand now, to me, isn’t a huge step at all

And I like this ship above any other ship, even above the ships with other characters that share similar relationships as far as support and love goes, because they’re fun, and rowdy, and bright and loud and dynamic, and I have fun thinking about them interacting more than I have fun thinking about anyone else. And because they’re separately my favorite characters, and I think together they’d be the happiest they could ever manage, and I really, really want that for both them. To be happy with the person that understands them the most and loves and supports them the most, and with whom they can be the most comfortable and open and at peace. I think they could be home to each other, really. They’re a pretty obvious ship, to me haha

Anon said:My dude! Have you seen the trailer for the new Guillermo del Toro movie? Shape of water? It has some similarities to your shark kiri au!

I’ve read some things, yeah :O hadn’t really linked it to the AU tho, that’s an interesting observation !!!!

Anon said:the RR on baku’s wristband is for Red Riot, i assume? :)

YESSSS I tend to dress Bakugou in Red Riot merch a lot hahaha

Anon said:FRAN oml those bakugous??? Are amazing???? I love love love the lines so much they look so good and clean and sharp and I don’t have words but they’re just so so good the poses are amazing and ahhhhhh you did??? So good?? I feel like you’re constantly improving so much it’s amazing ahhhhhh I’m so in love w ur style I !!! Hope ur having a lovely day!!! Bless you

THANK!!!! YOU!!!! SO MUCH!!!!!!! Holy shit I’m crying !!!!!!! g o ds o

Anon said:Hi! I’m new to the BNHA fandom, and really love your art! I’m just starting to get into BakuShima and TodoDeku too, but just a couple days ago I read you say that MomoJirou are also pretty obvious about their gayness, including one time you saying you’re completely sure Kirishima and Jirou have a crush on those two canonically and, could I ask you to explain this to me? I’m all about it, this is not a complain! I just want to know more about them, thank you!

I wouldn’t say they’re canonically into them, but I do feel like, if I were to point someone they might be romantically into, that’s who I’d point to hahaha but yeah Jirou and Momo! They haven’t appeared much in canon so after all there isn’t too much behind the ship, more for shortage of scenes than anything else, but Jirou tends to blush a lot around Momo, she’s really protective of Momo, she’s pointed out how cute Momo is on more than one occasion, and their friendship is seriously cute - they’re always together? And when they’re not Jirou gravitates towards Momo a lot, you see her in the background waving at Momo or walking towards Momo really really often - of course all of these things can (and most probably are) just proofs of their being best friends! But it’s a good relationship I love a lot, which is why I ship it~

#fran answers #i had let the asks pile up again #oh well #thank you guys so much btw #so many nice words !!!!!!!!!!#sometimes i feel really undeserving haha but im happy i can give you a moment of happiness with my doods #it means the world to me #<3 #also there's blabbering about baku*hima in this one #and ofc tetsu and kami #and also jiro an momo ? so #ship ask #and oc thngs too #sorta?#it's just a dood whatever #anonymous

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fulloflesbeans · 7 years

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Hazel Eyes & Cake Pops [Ch. 7]

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"Work, work, work, work!" Rachel cheered me on as I attempted to do a model walk out of the bedroom with my new clothes. Every time I took a step, "work" would be chanted.

I went through the many shirts, sweaters, and hoodies already. It was fun to listen to Rachel's compliments and fixing anything on me that would make the outfit better. Right now, I was wearing khaki jeans for the first time, one of the black "boyfriend tees", and a red-and-blue flannel tied around my waist, but I still wore my old sneakers. I put my hair up again, even though my undercut thing was growing fast.

So far, it has only been me trying on the new clothes. I watched as Rachel had her hand on her chin, pondering something as she looked me up and down.

"Maybe it would look a little bit better," Rachel got up and rolled my sleeves twice, "if we did that."

It was a whole new style I wasn't familiar with. I was really into it; it would just take some time to get used to.

"Too gay," Rachel rolled them back down, "That was too gay."

"I look like I know how to skateboard, but that's a fat lie." I couldn't stop looking down at the pants, mostly. Rachel was highly influenced by Californian styles, as she was from Long Beach, and it showed. What was the Oregon style anyway? Was there one at all?

"Girls are into that," Rachel encouraged, "And I could totally shave down your undercut again, if you want."

"That would be nice. Maybe I should look gayer." I rolled the sleeves again. I felt gayer just doing that.

"I'll fix it when you're done modelling, get into the next outfit, girl!" Rachel pushed me back into the room again.

Even I was starting to get a little excited. It took a moment to take the pants off and put another pair on. It was black pants, apparently the ones used specifically for skating, and a white hoodie. To add to the skating effect, I put my hair down and put the black beanie on.

I walked out, followed by Rachel's clapping and whooping. I did a few poses for her, but they were slightly exaggerated. I felt weird about getting all the attention; I almost kinda liked it.

"Okay, your turn to model something." I fall onto the couch right next to her.

"Don't mind if I do," she goes into the room, "Prepare to be amazed!"

Chloe and I had to watch her fashion shows on YouTube and they were pretty interesting. Rachel had a stronger presence than everyone else and wore the clothes with such confidence and pride. She was in the Fashion Week shows and we wished we could have seen that. Rachel might be up to becoming a Victoria's Secret angel, but she hasn't talked about it.

Rachel came back out, wearing the leather jacket she bought from Gucci, ripped black jeans, and a strappy white bralette under. My mouth might have been hanging to the ground, because she laughed as she looked at me. Rachel has gotten in shape and had well-defined abs, making the outfit a lot more jaw-dropping.

"This jacket was meant for Chloe, but it looked good with these shoes." She showed off her Jimmy Choo boots.

I knew that jacket was too big for her. She said she went into Gucci to buy something for herself, guess she changed her mind.

I took my phone out, "I'll send a pic to Chloe. Give me your best."

She gave some "jacket off one shoulder and thumb in belt loop" poses, pretending to put her hair up in a ponytail, looking into the distance while her jacket fell to her elbows, and one close-up of her winking and sticking her tongue out. I took as many pictures as possible for every pose.

"Which one should I send?" I asked her as I looked through every one.

"You don't want to take one together?" She took her phone she left on the couch.

"I think she would prefer to see you."

Rachel pouted, "Just one."

I sighed, but I smiled and nodded, "Just one."

Rachel took selfies constantly from what I saw from her account, but since she arrived here, it has only been her food and the nicer areas we go to. She might be saving them for a something special. Rachel was so pretty and taking a picture with her made me feel unworthy. She had her arm around my shoulders and we just smiled for the picture. She clicked the button two times; she seemed satisfied.

"Okay, let me see all the ones you took." Rachel put her phone down again.

I haven't been able to use my Polaroid camera for anything, but only because there just wasn't anything that felt right. I would like to take professional pictures of Rachel eventually, but I needed to find a place and time.

"I really like all of these," she groaned, "I can't choose one!"

"I can help, somehow," I took about ten of each pose, "We can just choose one of each and send those ones."

I was stuck with an iPhone 4 and couldn't stop admiring Rachel's 7 Plus. I wished I had a case on mine. She seemed to have a million different ones from designs of red roses, cherry blossoms, marble, and a bird with its wings outstretched.

"That's such a good idea," she started to delete duplicates, "I'll find my favorites."

I watched as she deleted them after looking at them for a second, eventually left with four photos.

"Do you do that with your selfies?" I asked.

"I'm going to let you in on something," Rachel put her voice low, "Every model I've ever met do this. I only do it sometimes. Edit their face and everything, it’s not shocking anymore."

She handed my phone back to me, "This is so fun."

"I'm having fun, too." I just text Chloe first. Hey, we did a fashion show.

I added an emoji at the end to just irk her.

"Now," Rachel opened a browser on her phone, "Do you like these clothes or do you love these clothes?"

"I love them, Rachel. I'll need to repay you sometime."

"Don't, it's fine, I'm happy buying you these things."

My phone vibrated.

NO EMOJI

Must have been fun. You're learning from the best.

Some things never change. All I did was send the pictures; her reaction could be anything. She must be bored if she answered so quickly.

"How bored do you think Chloe is?" I asked while going to a different app on my phone.

"She must be hella bored. She might be dying from it."

The TV was still on, but on mute. It was close to one AM, but neither of us were tired. We weren't bored, trying our new clothes and cheering each other on as we did was the most exciting thing I've done so far. Earlier this week, Rachel made me play this game while different shows were on. She put it on mute and made me say what we think they were saying. It was fun, but I was still awkward and more forced to be funny. She suggested to try again, but the chances of that were second to none.

About thirty minutes passed and Chloe still hasn't replied.

"I think she's speechless." I checked my messages again and it was still the pictures. I was proud of myself and the camera for taking such nice pictures.

"I hope she's okay," Rachel looked over my shoulder, "I wouldn't want her crying in the club."

Her phone was open to Tumblr. It looked like she only followed aesthetic blogs, but my blog was forty percent that and the rest were memes. A lot of the pictures were of various birds and what I think are dream catchers.

"What's your Tumblr? I got one too."

"Oh, it's my name and birthday," Rachel scrolled a little more, "You would have a Tumblr."

"It was for memes. What do you have one for?"

"When I'm sick of talking about myself and promoting things."

Chloe finally text back. She sent a picture, the one that goes "have you ever seen a woman so beautiful you started crying?".

Wish I could leave.

I was going to show Rachel until Chloe sent in another text.

Fuck it, I'm going home right now.

I showed Rachel. Chloe would prefer that I didn't, but I figured Rachel would get a kick out of it.

"You really did it now." I said to her.

Rachel's eyes widened, "It started sweet. What is she gonna do, cry on me again instead?"

"She might really be sniffling in the club, at least. I have no idea what she'll do."

The both of us just turned the volume up on an old school Disney channel movie—the one about mermaids. It was still at the beginning when the main character's birthday was starting.

"You know what, you go change," Rachel directed, "I have a bad feeling about this."

I didn't protest. I changed into my comfy sweatshirt and sweatpants and got the couch ready for me to sleep on. Rachel sat down again on top of my blanket, letting out a sigh as she took her shoes off.

"You're not going to brush your teeth?" She asked like a concerned mom.

"I'll do it later. I may or may not eat later." I bundled into my blanket. I took my beanie off; it was getting a little hot.

It wasn't until a quarter into the movie we heard the door unlocking. Rachel was alarmed and watched the door's lock jiggle around. I was only worried if Chloe couldn't open it. I mean, if I was technical, Chloe was home in the morning after all.

The door swung open and Chloe walked in, shutting it, placing her keys in her back pocket, and then finally taking her jacket off.

"Chloe, you're back so soon, what brings you here?" Rachel acted like she never saw the texts. She stood up and we watched Chloe's actions. Suddenly, she dropped her jacket to the floor and went up to Rachel, abruptly grabbing from the waist and lifting her off the ground. Rachel let out a squeak, and then wrapped her arms and legs around her to hold on. Something told me they've done this "stand and carry" position before.

Chloe stayed silent as she proceeded to go into the bedroom.

"Max, don't come in!" Rachel yelled. After that, the door closed. I only snickered to myself before I raised the volume up again. I became too comfortable in bed, so I decided to brush my teeth and went to sleep.

Yet, I couldn't. I was unable to sleep, not because of them or the TV, but there was this nagging feel hitting me against my side, like it was trying to tell me something. It was so annoying and I flipped around on the couch about ten times. I sat up, sitting crisscross and rubbing my eyes until I saw colors. What was it? I wasn't jealous of them; I was perfectly fine, I think. Was it subconscious? Was my brain kicking itself because its human couldn't talk to a girl she liked? Was I secretly hating myself? It has been a while since I liked someone so much I could barely look at her. Damn it, I should have asked for Kate's number before I ran off. I couldn't help but think that she hung out with me just so I didn't give myself a concussion.

Fucking sucks.

I rested my arms on my lap, slouched over and staring down at the floor, trying to get the feeling away from me. There was something wrong or something wrong close by.

It couldn't just be her. Sure, I was a gay wreck, but I was managing. I was pushing myself too hard. There was something else that wanted my attention.

It was fair to say I got no sleep that night.

#life is strange #max caulfield #kate marsh #marshfield #my fanfiction

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awkwardarin replied to your post “awkwardarin replied to your post “4, 7, 10 you bet your ass I’m...”

*chanting* DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT

You ask, I deliver. Here we gooooo~ (Also I’m going to shame you all I want SO)

As per request, I’ll answer all the asks (that I haven’t already) from the fanfic questions post, but it’s under a read more so I don’t literally kill everyone’s dashes. I’m so sorry in advance

1. What was the first fandom you got involved in? I mean, before I even knew what “fandom” meant, I was writing Twilight fanfiction, so I guess that counts. The first one I actively participated in was the Grump one haha

2. What is your latest fandom? Ouran High School Host Club, but again, if you want active participation, then I guess uhhh Night in the Woods?

3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in? Definitely the Grump fandom!! I’ve met all the best people and 99% of my friends through this blog right here!

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5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for? Uhh Twilight, Big Time Rush, Total Drama, Game Grumps, technically AntiPoppy but it’s not even close to done and not published

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9. What are the best things about your current fandom? I mean, for this fandom, like I said, it’s got all my friends in it. Everyone’s super supportive and there’s tons of opportunities to get involved and create stuff and support other creators! It’s probably one of the nicest communities I’ve been a part of.

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11. Who is your current OTP? Currently I’m still heavily thinking about Hikaru and Haruhi from Ouran Host Club so that I guess haha

12. Who is your current OT3? The all time babes are Rubbercommanderbang. Also Raven, Cyborg, and Beast Boy is a ship that @cantolopejeevas made me think about and I love

13. Any NoTPs? Refer to this massive post

14. Go on, who are your BroTPs? Hikaru and Kaoru from Ouran, The entirety of the Teen Titans, the monks in Xiaolin Showdown, etc

15. Is there an obscure ship which you love? A n t i P o p p y

16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike? I’m more or less indifferent toward Egobang if we’re gonna be real here. I just don’t feel like there’s anything I can add to it at this point.

17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite? I mean, before I knew what that meant, probably RaiKim from Xiaolin Showdown. And they’re still great, but now I’m a little gayer.

18. What ship have you written the most about? Ironically? Probably Egobang. I wasn’t so cynical about it when I first started haha

19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them? Refer to number 16

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking? Hmm probably like Septibang? Or CommanderSeptiBang?? Those were two ships I just kinda stumbled upon and was like? Okay I guess we’re doing this now??

Also Mae and Selmers from Night in the Woods. Surprisingly wholesome.

21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote? I think I mentioned this before, but it was self-insert Twilight fanfic. Honestly I wish I was just as shameless as I was in middle school. Writing Mary Sue self-insert fic where you ship yourself with a main character is fun and satisfying as hell.

22. Is there anything you regret writing? Aforementioned Twilight fanfiction. Though part of me doesn’t because it was my origin story and also, like I said, shameless and for fun.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it. Ahh probably either “You Monster,” which is like my best stuff that I’ve put up so far??? or the massive Big Time Rush fanfic I talk so much about just for the sheer size of it :P

24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit? You Monster!!!! I’m gonna write a redux soon I promise.

25. What’s your most popular fanfic? ???? According to Archive, it’s You Monster! How nice~

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28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of? Literally anything??? I love all fanart of anything I make??? But I guess You Monster haha

29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not? Hahaha no I don’t write enough to warrant having one. And also I literally almost never edit anything I write rip

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32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you? Depends!! Sometimes music really confuses my brain and makes me unable to think of words, especially if it’s really word-heavy music (which is most of what I listen to). If I’m really struggling, it usually helps to do it in silence so I can focus. But otherwise, I used to make little playlists of instrumental music to listen to, or play premade playlists of like study music or something.

33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics? I really like writing huuuuge epics/multi-chapters but I’m really bad at finishing things ;--; so most of what gets published are requested one-shots/ficlets (one of which was requested the other day and I’M STILL T R Y I N G I SWEAR)

34. What’s the word count on your longest fic? Oh buddy. It’s over 100K.

35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about? Uh I guess? But I’m not particularly stuck to the “required word count” for the different vocab. I usually only write really short things when people request stuff haha. But it’s kinda fun~

36. What’s your favourite genre to write? Probably just straight angst. Angst that develops character, specifically, but angst nonetheless.

37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why? Third person. I used to write in first person and for some reason it always seems less?? effective/neat to me? Plus I write very colloquially and I find it easier to do when I can write in third person.

38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs? Usually canon characters, but if it’s something like Total Drama that depends on constantly changing casts of characters, I’ve definitely made some of my own characters.

39. What is you greatest strength as a writer? Uhhh???? Uhhhh????? Does not compute????

40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing? Effectively capturing characters, at least that fit my own standards. And then also the anxiety that comes along with thinking its good enough to waste people’s time with. :’)

41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading: I’m not...currently reading any...but I will link to five of my favs.

1. Before and After (Shaddic) --Total Drama (also tw for a lot of HEAVY mental illness/abuse/violence) 2. Wu Xing Shield (DragonNutt) -- Xiaolin Showdown (tw: death) 3. If Lost, Return to Phil (thatsmistertoyou) - Dan and Phil (I don’t remember, I just remember it being really fucking sad) 4. Two Roads Meet (pianodan) - Dan and Phil (tw: suicide) 5. The Vibe and The Vibe 2: 2Fuck2Vibrator (by our very own @cantolopejeevas) (tw: gratuitous smut ;) )

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing: 1. @cantolopejeevas / @grumpygamersandvibrantcolors for obvious reasons. they’re just!!! so good!!! at all the types of writing. (hey go commission them) The Ultimate Senpai 2. @i-am-avacado oh boy they angst well! current holder of the angst crown (for nooooow~) honestly writing senpai 3. @devilgate-drive provides the Good Quality Rubbercommanderbang Content and also just generally talented 4. @sweetiefiend writes the cute shit!!! like damn!!!! 5. @autumn-feels so??? talented for her age??? and so deep wtf

43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you? I mean, all of my friends for one. And my lovely darling @cantolopejeevas who continues to push me forward and compliments my work all the time. But yeah, all my friends make me wanna get better because they’re all so good and I wanna do that tooooo!!

44. What ship do you feel needs more attention? AntiPoppy. Please.

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic? Fuckin’!!!! Wu Xing Shield, listed above!!! It’s the first fanfic I cried reading!!! And it’s so beautifully written!!! If you like Xiaolin Showdown, I recommend it. Plus, it also took stuff from Xiaolin Chronicles and made it bearable. Bless.

46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why? Ahhh You Monster. It’s probably my best one. Even though it needs heavy editing haha.

47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why? I mean....Fanfiction.net is where it all began, but I never posted anything on it. I think AO3 is the best for posting fics and keeping track of them. But more people usually see it if I post it on my tumblr. So a mixture of those two?

48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not? For the longest time I didn’t because I had major anxiety!!! I was too nervous to leave a comment, no matter what. Plus, I didn’t really make accounts on either ffn or ao3 so I couldn’t have if I wanted to. But now I like leaving tags and stuff on people’s works on tumblr and (if I read more fic) I would leave comments, just because I want people to know they’re doing good work!!

49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not? Yeah, I mean, of course! I love seeing comments on all my work, art, writing, or otherwise! It’s just nice to know that someone liked something I made, especially if it’s something I’m self-conscious about like I am with writing. And reblogs help spread it around so it can get more attention, so that’s always helpful!

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I HOPE EVERYONE IS HAPPY ESPECIALLY YOU @awkwardarin

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Yuuram in Novel 4

You really have to read these quotes, they keep getting gayer and gayer XDD ------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 4. ch.1 - Whatever happened during those four months -

“… Even though it’s already been four months… Ah! Now’s not the time to be worrying about that! I thought it was hard to breathe! He’s completely on top of me!”

Wolfram von Bielefelt, with the sleeping face of an angel and the sleeping habits of a devil, has got both his arms and legs wrapped around me, disturbing my peaceful sleep. He had on a frilly-laced, silk nightgown.

“This isn’t funny. If Günter saw this…”

“I’m already here!”

Lord von Christ is yelling as he bangs on the thick, heavy wooden door. His pretty face is probably distorted in unease and impatience, his hair in a disarray.

------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 4. ch.1 -Introducing Wolfram-

The third son has a build similar to mine, looks just like his mother with long eyelashes, blonde hair, emerald green eyes that remind me of the bottom of a lake, and is the very image of a perfect pretty boy from an orthodox school – like an angel that comes to you in a dream and makes you cry from his whispered gospel. But in reality he’s a spoiled brat and if he opens his mouth, what comes out isn’t any kind of heavenly gospel.

(...)

I’m simultaneously denying all three of their opinions. As the only outsider, Lord Weller is desperately trying not to laugh. Stop that Conrad. Your one and only baseball partner is being forced into a marriage fraud… Wait, rather than a marriage fraud, is it gender misrepresentation? Ah, if only Wolfram was a girl… but then he’d still be a spoiled brat… NOTE: When Yuuri talks about 'marriage fraud', and 'gender misrepresentation', he's talking about the fact that same sex people can't get married in Japan; so two men getting married would in fact mean that the marriage is fraudulent. He even said: "wouldn't it rather be gender misrepresentation?" which consist of pretending someone is of a different gender to get married. This is followed by an : Ah~ If only Wolfram were a girl...

------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 4. ch.1 -Mpreg jokes -

“Royal bastard?” What’s that? As I turned to Conrad to ask, Wolfram grabbed me by my collar.

“Yuuri, you jerk, where did you give birth!? Where and when, when did that happen!?”

“Wh-what? I didn’t give birth! I definitely did not give birth!”

Being assaulted by this angelic pretty boy, I feel like confessing to anything.

------------------------------------------------------------------ Novel 4. ch.1-2 -Although not Yuuram, mental note- Yuuri tried alcohol in novel 4, ch1. The story about what happened with Anissina and Densham’s rooster is in chapter 2.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.2 -Boarding the ship-

Also standing there was the third son of the three brothers that look nothing alike. If he kept his mouth shut, he was an unrivalled pretty boy, but in reality he was just a spoiled brat made all the more intimidating by the beauty he inherited from his mother.

“I’m your fiancé so it’s my duty to supervise you on your travels so you don’t get caught up in some sort of love affair! Especially since you’re a flirt, a cheater and henachoko!”

(...)

“Anyway, since Schildkraut is two days away, let’s just pass the time in our cabin. Especially since we have a child with a fever and an adult who is seasick like always.”

Speaking of which… I turned around and there was Wolfram, vomiting with tears in his eyes…

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Novel 4. ch.3 -Free gayness-

“… The World’s Dongs!?”

“Not ‘dongs,’ dangerous. It says ‘The World’s Dangerous Animals,’” said Conrad.

My reading ability is still lacking.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.3 -Baths and swimsuits-

“What are you doing, Yuuri? That’s a bath for beauty. What am I going to do if you get even more beautiful?”

Blathering on with his weird aesthetic sense, Wolfram quickly walks away.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.3 -Same as usual-

Because it would be a problem if the assassin and the target were paired together, Wolfram and I are in the same room. It’s the same as usual.

There were sounds coming from the adjacent room for a while, but by the time my digital analog G-shock told me it was nine, it was completely quiet. The last thing I heard as I was on my 50th sit-up after throwing my sheets aside was a door shutting and footsteps leading away.

“… Conrad went out!”

The third son, who had turned off the lamp and was slowly drinking some local wine in the moonlight, showed no interest.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.3 -more yuuram-

“So, what do you think?”

“About what?”

“About Conrad because he’s half human, what do you think?”

As his little brother, this question seems to trouble him. He lets out a low grunt and falls silent.

“I don’t care about the past. I’m talking about since I’ve come here.”

“… That’s…”

Moving away from the table by the window, I playfully kick the third son as he sits on the bed. It was my way of telling him that I’d want a detailed answer sooner or later. “How long are you going to sit there drinking alcohol like an old man? Well, I guess there’s no helping that since you're 82.”

My overseer wasn’t around and my right ankle felt awesome and I felt 9 o’clock was too early to call it a day.

“Hey, let’s go have some hot spring town nightlife fun. Like ring toss or target practice or smart ball[7].”

Wolfram immediately returned to his arrogant behavior and sniffed in derision.

“Nightlife fun? I’ve gotten bored of that childish nonsense.”

“H-hey! Don’t tell me you’re just going to go to sleep…”

Without even waiting for me to finish talking, he lays down for bed.

“… Well I guess it can’t be helped…. He is 82.”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.4 -why is he feeling guilty tho-

Just in case, I wait until I can hear Wolfram’s signature ‘Gghgpihh-ghgpihh’ before I get dressed and leave the room. I don’t really think I need it, but to alleviate some of my guilt, I bring along Windpipe No. 1. Wearing round sunglasses at nighttime and a flashy pink knit hat and using a cane even though I can walk perfectly fine, I’m a very suspicious nightwalker.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.4 -Wolf's dream connecting to Yuuri in RL-

“I’m against H (sex) without love! Here, put this on!”

Trying to hide my embarrassment in vigorous movement, I rip off my down jacket. It’s a lot heavier than a ‘Made in Modern Japan’ version, but the warmth is the same.

“… Thank you.”

(...)

Around that time, Wolfram was having a dream.

Yuuri screamed, “I’m against H (sex) without love!” and he replied with “If you’re talking about love, it’s right here,” but in his mind he was thinking, ‘what does he mean, by H?’’

His snore was ‘ghghpihh-ghghpihh’ as always.

Have a nice dream.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.6 -Reuniting with Wolfram and penis jokes-

“Oh, it’s your fiancé and Mr. Kakunoshi-“

“Yuuri, you jerk!”

Raising his manicured eyebrows, Wolfram grabs my collar and lifts me up.

“Running around playing in the red-light district when you have someone like me… how frivolous can you be!?”

“Ugh, Wolf, I, I can’t, bre-breathe!”

“Do you have any idea how much Conrart lectured me because of this!?”

(...)

“Hey, the one who went out gallivanting with girls first was you, wasn’t it? (...)”

“I wasn’t going to hang out with girls. I just had something to give to an acquaintance. The child was sleeping soundly, and because I heard some suspicious breathing coming from the next room, I thought it would be impolite to stay and listen to the sounds of you making love so...”

“We weren’t making anything!”

That was me doing sit ups. We’re not a couple from fifty years ago so why would we come to a hot spring for our honeymoon. Anyway, please notice. We’re both guys, alright!?

(...)

“Uh, Mr. Mitsuemon? Mr. Kakunoshin? Who are Yuuri and Conrart..?”

“Oh sorry, sorry. That’s me. I’m the crepe silk dealer from Echigo, Mitsuemon, with the pen name, Yuuri.” “Your pen(is) has a name?”

Pretty boy, I’m not sure if you’re out of sorts, you were trying to make a joke, or if you’re just an airhead.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.7 - Wolf healing Hube scene-

Half asleep with his eyes half open, Wolfram bites back an indiscreet yawn.

“Ya’anna heal Gegenhuber with healin’ magic, righ?”

“You’re not speaking properly.”

“Why ‘on’t you ask me?”

My powers of comprehension can’t keep up with this unexpected utterance

“Because Wolf… did you have that kind of skill?”

“I’m not as skilled as Gisela, but I do have some experience with raising people’s natural healing. There’s no way I can’t perform a technique that even the likes of you can do. Because you’re a-”

“Henachoko.”

The Pretty Boy gives a satisfied snort and repeats ‘are you asking me to heal him?’ I do so without a second’s hesitation. I don’t care if he calls me a wimp.

“All right Yuuri, watch closely. This is how you use the healing arts. Hey Gegenhuber!”

Rather than hold his hand, he grabs his wrist, roughly shakes it around and yells at him.

“You listening, you injured guy!? I don’t want to help you, but I am because Yuuri said ‘please!’ If you live any longer, thank him! (...).”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.8 - Maou scene-

“This is strange,” Wolfram murmured with a skeptical expression.

“Dragons? It’s strange; there’s no way his magic could be so refined.”

“Wolf, I think that’s a bit rude.”

“No, it’s clearly strange. Ah, did he get a lover!? And now he’s trying to show his good side…”

“… That’s so cool…”

(...)“So he’s trying to show his good side to his daughter.”

It seems he’s become aware of himself as a parent. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.9 - I'd go out with him-

Light reaches my optic nerves and even the underside of my eyelids turn white. Bearing my pain and opening my eyes, I see that right above me are shining golden hair and lake’s bottom green blinking down at me. If only he was a girl, I’d deal with his attitude and go out with him.

“… but anway… uwah! Why did you put my head on your lap again!?”

Rolling across the grass three times, I distance myself from Wolfram’s lap. My limbs are heavy and my throat is parched and there is an unbearable ache in the back of my head.

Propping myself up with my arms behind me, I look up at the sky and take a deep breath.

“My head hurts. I feel like I’m going to vomit.”

“It’s a lack of sleep.”

Citing this working class condition, Wolfram throws a towel at me.

“Wipe your face; there’s still some drool on it. After using that much magic, usually you would rest a long time, but today you haven’t even slept for half that. Headaches and nausea are a given.”

(...)Wolfram lent me his shoulder. I didn’t think it would be so tiring to not sit back down. I feel like I’m being crushed by the heavy air and like gravity has doubled.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.9 - Family time-

Wondering when she learned how to speak so un-cutely, I stop in surprise. But the one who spoke was Wolfram as he kicked at the ground in exasperation.

“How thick can the two of you be? Seriously, like parent, like child.”

“Wolf, this isn’t about you-”

“The reason her mother sent her to Svelera and the reason you’re leaving her in the care of this ‘baldy’ is the same.”(...)

This ex-prince and third son who has a super beautiful mother and two manly older brothers does everything with pride and he had faith in the love that he was showered with.

“I’m doing this with your benefit in mind.”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.9 - Goodbye-

When I had to part ways with Greta I was wailing in front of everyone, but no one laughed at me. Anyway, Hyscliff promised that he’d make her visit after a month. Now that I think about it, it’s been less than ten days since that child appeared before me. When I turned to comment on the fact that it hasn’t really been long enough for me to properly develop the emotions of a parent, I found Wolfram fiercely crying.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Novel 4. ch.10 - Because bathing alone is awkward... yeah, right. Keep chanting your mantra boi-

Because it’s awkward to bathe alone in that huge bath, at night I make Wolfram come with me for bath time. I feel like if I spend time with him naked in the huge baths, we can form a friendship as men instead of he and his flirty fiancé. The problem is that as we’re deepening our friendship, he’s getting discouraged.

Why, Wolfram von Bielefelt, are you so dissatisfied with friendship?

After I woke up paralyzed twice tonight, my eyes open and I can’t sleep anymore.

“Ah, it’s no use. I can’t go to sleep without taking a bath. Wolf, I’m going to take a bath.”

“Whadd’re ya sayin, you know whatime it is? Stop bein’ so annoying.”

“This is kind of off topic, but your face looks like Kunie Tanaka.”

And you’re completely rude by just ignoring the fact that you’re living in my bed and saying whatever you want.

Reluctantly leaving my room by myself, I sneak down the late-night hallway.

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