#I'll reblog this again for a couple days to give people a chance to make the move

[maidragoste]

Unfair

Summary: After an incident between Baelon and Aelor you ask Aemond to talk to Baelon.

I'm glad I finally finished writing this and sharing it with all of you. I hope you like it 🥰🥰

comments, reblogs, likes are always greatly appreciated 💖💖

This is part of the "The Queen and Her Husbands" universe, if you haven't read it before I'm going to make a couple of clarifications: Reader is married to Aemond and Aegon; Baelon and Aemon are the twin sons of Reader and Aemond; Aelor is Aemond's bastard son with Alys Rivers; Daeron is the son of Reader and Aegon; Jaehaera is still alive just like the dragons; people refer to Aegon (Rhaenyra's son) as Egg.

Disclaimer: English is not my mother tongue so I apologize for any mistakes.

It was not normal to see the Hand of the King running through the halls unless he was following his children or playing with them. Aemond was running for his children again, but this time because one of them had gotten hurt. One of the servants told him that there was a fight in the courtyard between the children. Aemond didn't even bother to finish listening to the woman when he ran out.

He hurried into your shared chambers. Aelor sat while the maester daubed his cheek with ointment. You found yourself holding your son's hand looking at him with pure concern while your other hand was on your stomach. Aegon was behind you, his hands caressing your back trying to bring you comfort.

"I'm fine. It doesn't hurt" Aelor said trying to reassure everyone but every time the maester touched the wound he made a face and couldn't help but squeeze your hand.

"What happened?" Aemond asked going to his son's side. He couldn't see the wound because it was covered by the ointment but from the way the ointment was on he could tell it wasn't a small cut.

"He didn't need stitches. The maester says there's a chance he doesn't have a scar" you announced making your first husband frown because you weren't telling him what he wanted to know. He was still relieved to learn that the wound wasn't bad enough to need stitches. He still remembered the pain he had to endure while the maester stitched him up after losing his eye. He didn't want his son to suffer the same pain.

"My prince, try not to get your face dirty or touch your wound these days," said the master once he finished smearing the ointment and began to pick up his medicines from the table "Tomorrow I'll put more on it" he warned as he got up.

"Thank you for your services, maester," you said and the old man nodded before leaving the room.

"What happened?" the one-eyed prince asked again, caressing the brown curls of his son. Aelor shrank back in his chair. Not because he was uncomfortable or disgusted by his father's show of affection but because he was too embarrassed to tell him what happened in the courtyard.

"Ser Fell made Aelor and Baelon fight. They were having a good fight" Aegon said, the truth was that the fight wasn't long and it was evident that Baelon had more experience but knowing that Aelor was embarrassed and always wanted to impress Aemond he decided to lie for his nephew. "Until Baelon brought him down"

"And Aelor surrendered" you continued the story. The boy looked at his feet without daring to see his father's reaction. He was a Targaryen, he should have stood up and fought but he gave up fast. "Even so, Baelon continued to attack him" Your voice was calm but your anger didn't go unnoticed by any of your husbands.

"It was an accident. He didn't listen to me" Aelor lied, always loyal to his brothers and not wanting them to get in trouble because of him. He had angered Baelon by stealing Shrykos from him.

"It wasn't an accident," both you and Aegon said determinedly. It was impossible not to have heard Aelor's screams saying that he was giving up. You will never forget the terror in your son's eyes. Worst of all, the cause of that fear was your other son. If it weren't for Aegon acting fast and holding Baelon from behind, you were sure Aelor's injuries would be worse. For a moment you panicked, imagining Aelor without one eye. What would you do? What would Aemond do? You would have to impose justice. Could you punish Baelon? You never wanted to be in that situation with any of your children.

You rubbed your stomach nervously. If this pregnancy ended well, you wanted more than anything that by the time the baby was born all her siblings would get along.

"Aemond, you must talk to Baelon" you request feeling overwhelmed by the situation. This pregnancy already had you worried. Not only that, but you also had to keep an eye on the lords and solve any problem they had in addition to raising your children.

It wasn't the first time that there was a problem with Baelon, you had already reprimanded him on more than one occasion for his deal with Aelor but he didn't seem to listen. You hoped that Aemond could do something. You had the feeling that Baelon's attitude was due to jealousy for not having a dragon. Aemond would understand him better than you, and he would know what to say to him to come to his senses.

"Of course, I'll go look for him in a minute," your husband assured, continuing to caress the boy's curls. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked, looking at him carefully for any other injuries.

"Yes, Kepa. I am strong, this is nothing" declared Aelor, wanting to show courage in front of him.

Aemond smiled at him and kissed his forehead. "Good. Why don't you and your uncle go to the kitchens for raspberry pies?"

Aelor's eyes sparkled with excitement as she heard her favorite candy "Can I have two?"

"Well you earned it"

"Thank you Kepa!" the boy said before quickly dragging his uncle out in case his father suddenly changed her mind.

You and Aemond both smiled at Aelor's excitement. You two always wanted to see their son happy. They both missed how carefree he was before learning of his origin. Ever since Aelor found out he was a bastard now he seemed more withdrawn. He didn't like to attract attention.

"How are you?" your husband asked, approaching you and looking at you with concern. The last thing he wanted was for you to be stressed in your state. He was afraid that you would have another loss. The memory of your last pregnancy still haunted him. He didn't want to see you go through that pain again.

You took Aemond's hand and placed it on your stomach so he could feel the baby kick "The baby is fine but I'll be fine when you talk to Baelon."

"I will, I just wanted to make sure first that Aelor and you are okay," he said as he caressed your stomach feeling a little calmer when he felt the baby.

"Aemond, this can't happen again" You started to get frustrated because he didn't seem to be losing his mind like you.

"It won't happen" your husband promised but still you weren't calm. You couldn't let something like Driftmark happen. If Aemond couldn't bring Baelon to his senses then no one else in the castle could.

"I can write to Cregan Stark, I'm sure he will have no problem accepting Baelon as a pupil"

You instantly noticed how happiness disappeared from your husband's face and how he became tense. You hated being the cause of his unhappiness but you knew it was the right choice. The North would make a good man out of Baelon. You trusted that Cregan Stark wouldn't treat him differently for being a prince and he would take care not to spoil him. Baelon in the North couldn't do what he wanted, he would have to learn to respect his customs and follow his rules. Cregan could teach him that dragons weren't the only important thing in this life.

“It was just an idea to keep in mind. Please, don't be mad at me” you said caressing his face.

•••••

Baelon watched out the window as Aemon and Jaehaera flew on their dragons when he heard the door open. He turned and instantly straightened when he saw his father walk in.

He didn't expect it, he thought that his father would be comforting Aelor and it would be you who would come to scold him. A part of him was relieved to see that he was wrong. He hated to disappoint you two but his father's look didn't have the same effect as yours. He could never bear to look into your eyes for long when you scolded him because the disappointment in your eyes always made him uncomfortable.

Baelon moved, leaving more space for his father to sit next to him, but he didn't say anything. His attention returned to the dragons as he saw his twin dragon pass by, closer to the window. Daeron, his younger brother, waved at them with one hand while the other clung to Aemon's waist. If Baelon had had something within arm's reach he would have thrown it at him. It was not fair. Daeron had a dragon but he still flew as his family's companion instead of flying himself because their parents say he was still too young to have his first flight. Daeron didn't deserve a dragon. If Baelon had a dragon, he wouldn't mind their parents' prohibition, he'd still get on and fly. He would show how brave he is and he would be the best rider. They could never bring it down from the skies.

"And? Would you tell me what happened?" Asked his father making him come back to reality.

"You know what happened" Baelon grumbled looking at him with annoyance. It seemed silly to him that his father asked him to tell her about his outburst in the courtyard when it was obvious that he had already found out from his mother. He preferred that they punish him once and for all and leave him alone.

"But I want to hear it from you," Aemond said, hugging his son by the shoulders. "I want to understand what made you act like that. I know you know what you did was wrong."

His father's words only made the boy more angry.

“I didn't do anything wrong!” He instantly denied it and angrily pulled his father's arm away from him not wanting his touch. "I only made Aelor pay for stealing Shrykos from me!" he balled his hands into fists and stared at the floor.

Aemond really shouldn't be surprised that the reason for his son's attitude had to do with dragons. But he couldn't help but be disappointed at Baelon's words. It was impossible for him not to be reminded of Baela's and Rhaena's accusations that he stole Vhagar. A dragon could not be stolen. Everyone knew that the dragon chose its rider from him. He understood the pain of his son in the absence of a dragon. He understood the yearning for wanting to have his connection. He understood it better than anyone.

"Baelon, you know that a dragon chooses its rider"

The boy knew that his father was right. He wasn't stupid, he had paid attention to his lessons but he was so angry because he wasn't fair. It was the second time a dragon had rejected him. Dreamfyre seemed ready to unleash her flames until suddenly his uncle's Egg stood in front of him as he desperately shouted commands in Valyrian and pushed him to the side. Baelon burst into tears thinking his uncle would burn to death because of him, but Dreamfyre didn't do him any harm. Baelon was relieved that his uncle was still alive but another part of him wanted to scream at the injustice of him getting a dragon when everyone knew he loathed them. He tried to justify rejecting Dreamfyre by telling himself that his personality was too overwhelming for that dragon, his previous rider had been his Aunt Helaena and people said that she was too calm, and his Uncle Egg's personality was more in line with Dreamfyre.

Dreamfyre's rejection hurt him but Shrykos's was worse. Aelor was a bastard. He shouldn't have a dragon. Why would Shrykos choose Aelor over him? He has true Valyrian blood. It didn't make sense…Unless there was something wrong with him.

“Shrykos should be mine, I have the pure blood of Valyria. Aelor is a bastard and I hate him!” he declared with a red face.

"Baelon!" Aemond grabbed his shoulder and turned to face him. It wasn't the first time Baelon had heard his father so furious but he had never been the recipient of his fury. “I don't want to hear you call Aelor that way again. He is your brother, he is your family." His father's hand wasn't squeezing him but Baelon had never felt it so heavy. “We are family and as a family, we defend each other. We didn't attack each other,” he reminded him, and Baelon nodded, a lump in his throat.

"I don't hate Aelor" he admitted in a muttered voice cracking "But it's not fair that he has Shrykos, he didn't even want to go claim it! Uncle Egg didn't want a dragon either and Dreamfyre still chose him! Why can they have a dragon and I can't? What's wrong with me?" Baelon started to cry and Aemond didn't take long to hug him, feeling how his heart ached when he heard the anguish of his son.

“Baelon, there is nothing wrong with you. The only reason you don't have a dragon yet is because the one destined for you hasn't been born yet. They say your mother's dragon will soon have another litter of eggs.” Aemond declared, wiping away the boy's tears. “You'll have a dragon one day, I promise. I understand better than anyone that waiting is hard, but you have to be patient and you don't have to get mad at your siblings just for having what you want. It's not their fault that you don't have a dragon yet."

"I know," Baelon muttered, embarrassed by his attitude. "I'll go apologize to Aelor," he announced, getting down from the window ledge.

"Good. Your brother could still be in the kitchens with your uncle Aegon."

Aemond watched as his son left the room and prayed that Baelon's good attitude would last, that his son had truly reconsidered because he feared that if Baelon purposely hurt another of his brothers again you would not hesitate to send him to the North.

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[saveraedae]

What is The Mark Side?

★ THE MARK SIDE follows the life of MARK REED— an unconventional and flawed protagonist navigating a drama-filled life while pushing everyone to their limits in the meantime!

Filled with angst, complex relationship dynamics, LGBT characters, and comedy! A story with a deeper meaning than you'd think!

Throughout the show, I aim to tackle a lot of serious issues like mental health and abuse with morally grey characters.

Here's a new and improved TMS introduction thread!

Featuring some new information for TMS's returning audience! ★ Happy Indie Animation Day! Make sure to follow me for updates on the show and fun community stuff! Go to @ask-tms for fun ask blog shenanigans and check out themarkside.com for more!

Help boost by reblogging to support the show. :)

See below the cut for more!

Show premise:

The Mark Side centers around titular character Mark's strained relationship with his childhood best friend Benjamin, who due to years of communication issues now absolutely despises him. Mark however, seems blind to the obvious deterioration their relationship has had, as he harbors major unrequited romantic feelings towards him.

Mirroring the two are Jonathon and Kenny, the other half of the friend group who through their years of knowing each other have communicated and helped each other through hardships, presenting as a strong, healthy couple today because of it.

After a summer of not being on speaking terms, Mark manages to wiggle his way back into the friend group again only to find a new guy has 'replaced him'— Ash, Benjamin's new boyfriend.

It takes place in the fictional town of Ohwell, Texas in the late 2010's!

Season 1 will showcase the arc of Mark struggling to maintain his place in the friend group despite his jealousy whilst also dealing with a plethora of emotional and complex family issues.

The main takeaway theme is that most scenarios are less black and white than one may assume at first glance, showcased by the characters being the antagonists of themselves instead of portraying one character as the villain.

All while maintaining a good balance of humor through an expressive and cartoony style! Humor and style draws lots of inspiration from 2000's Cartoon Network and Disney XD shows!

★★★★

The characters:

Mark Reed —

Master of chaos and making people hate him! He is voiced by Collin Weiler!

Benjamin Washington —

Mark’s aggressive former bestie who’s not afraid to speak his mind! He is voiced by Andre Grandpierre!

Jonathon Washington —

He thinks everyone deserves a second chance… Even Mark! He is voiced by Kruyo!

Kenny Peterson —

He navigates life with a smile even amidst his friends' chaos! He is voiced by XephThePanda!

And much to Mark's dismay...

ASH POWYRS —

Benjamin's boyfriend! ...May or may not be Mark's replacement! He is voiced by Jaden!

Wanna read about Mark's family?

They'll get character sheets soon, don't worry! I'll update this post when they get them!

But for now, you can read about them on the website! Darcy is voiced by Katherine Black, Boss is voiced by Josh Portillo, and Leon is voiced by DarkMage!

And that does it for season 1 info!

If you want EVEN MORE info, and to learn the extensive history and development of the series, give the wiki a look!

Beware of both spoilers and outdated content!

★★★★

YOU MADE IT TO THE END!

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[hellsdisneyprincess]

Hazbin Hotel Beach Week FAQ!

Yes that's right! The Hazbin Hotel Beach Week! All are invited to spend a week at the newly renovated beach resort on a private beach at the edge of the Pride Ring! This is the FAQ page. I'm starting off with several questions now, but will update this as I get more. Though I will reblog this every few additions and right before the start.

When is it?

It will be held the week of June 16th through June 22nd! As I learned about more summer activities, I did my best to make sure to find a week that not only doesn't conflict with any of them, but also works for my own schedule. My apologies if I missed an event, it is not intentional!

What if I can't make it the whole week?

That's perfectly fine! This event is structured so anyone can jump in and out whenever they please! I'm not going to kick anyone out of the event or bar entry. We all have lives outside of RP and only have so much energy. It's totally fine!

I don't want to have to choose between yours and another event!

No sweat! I totally get it! I won't be offended at all if you choose one of the other events going on this summer. Again, I did time this so it won't conflict with them so at least timing-wise you won't have to choose, but I also get it if you only have the energy for one of them. I'll list and link the ones I'm aware of here.

Lucifer's Beach Day Balooza - July 5th - July 7th Hell's Summer Camp

Who can participate?

Anyone in the Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss RP community. Sinners, Hellborn, Sins, Angels, Fallen Angels, or pretty much anyone with a verse in this community! You can also do AU versions of your character (whether already an existing character or not). You just may want to make it clear you are using an AU version or a specific verse for clarity, but absolutely fine to play with! You can use as many characters as you personally can keep up with! However, because of the nature of the source material and that it is a rule among quite a lot of muns, I do ask that all participating muns be over 18+. This is to keep everyone safe.

How does this work?

I will be making at least one themed open each day. A couple of them will be events within the week, but there will be no contests or anything that have any kind of time frame. Take as long as you need and you can even reply to a different day's prompt if you'd like! For example, on the first day I will make a check-in post. You can reply to this at any time, even after the first day.

What is there to do?

Think of the event as a giant sandbox. A setting that you can in however you want. All you need to do is arrive and decide how you want your character to enjoy their time? Light-hearted fun? You want angst and drama to play out? Go ahead! As far as actual activities, pretty much anything you can do on a beach! Sunbathing, swimming, seashell collecting, sandcastle building, there's a rental shack with things like surfboards and kayaks, or equipment for volleyball and other games, a pier for fishing, a pool if you want an easier time swimming without sand, you can even choose to stay in your hotel room or on your room's balcony! The possibilities are endless! I've intentionally left it open to interpretation so that you can takes things how you want them! But if you do want details, I can provide any you want upon request.

What if I don't know anyone else participating?

One of the nice things about this event is that it gives you the chance to RP with people you may not have played with before! Of course always be mindful of each other's rules. And if you're still nervous, you can always interact with me!

Are there certain tags to use?

Yes! Please use hazbin hotel beach week as the tag so I can find it! You can also @ me too but it's not required.

What will the setting be like?

I'll post a rudimentary map. Additionally, I'll also make a drabble that will help set-up the event in-character from Charlie's perspective.

Can I post what my character(s)'s going to wear?

Absolutely because I want to see all the fun clothes! Be sure to tag them so I can see them!

#hazbin hotel beach week #kind of weird to post these wothout the promo but i wanted to make sure the promo had their links from the beginning

[keeshya6]

Last Chance

Chapter 4 - The Last Thing Stopping Him

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5

Rating: M (Eventually will be E. 18+ only, minors dni!)

Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Reader explores Jackson a little, meets a couple more people, and we learn a bit more history.

(This chapter includes spoilers for The Last of Us, season 1, episode 1. Stop HERE if you don't want spoilers.)

Content Warning and general info: Angst, grief, some build up of spiciness, discussing death, loss of a child, Reader has a nickname

Oh, this chapter is kind of edited... it was late again. I'll probably be editing a little more when I look at it later. Lol.

Thank you for reading! As always, I'd love to hear from ya'll! Any comments and reblogs are loved and appreciated!

Also available on Ao3

I hope you enjoy!

Tagging: @vickie5446

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Chapter 4 - The Last Thing Stopping Him

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The next day you keep yourself busy, exploring more of Jackson and introducing yourself to people. You learn some of their stories: where they're from, how they came to be in Jackson, what they do here, etc..

It has you contemplating what you're going to do to contribute to the community, though the councilwoman you met a few days ago told you not to worry about it right away. She said you could take a couple weeks to recuperate and get settled. The community would take care of you.

Being part of something so well organized and so companionable again is a very foreign feeling. It's going to take some getting used to again, but you're looking forward to it.

It's a little after noon when you cross paths with Tommy again, on his way to help with the community's livestock. He greets you with a grin and a hug. Then he invites you to dinner, to meet his wife and son.

Your eyebrows shoot upward. "You're married? And… a father?" you ask, amusement laced into your tone. "Mister New-Girl-Every-Couple-Months?"

Tommy heaves a long suffering sigh and rolls his eyes, giving a shake of his head. "Don't start on me, Eeps," he says with a warning tone, even though he's smirking. "I get enough of that from my big brother."

A faint chuckle passes your lips and then you take a slow breath. You breeze past the way your stomach does a little somersault at the mention of Joel. "I'm happy for you, Tommy. Just a little teasing," you say, with a grin. "And I'd love to join you."

He grins in return with a nod, gives you directions to his house, and continues on his way to the stockyards.

Taking another deep breath as he walks away, you exhale slowly and let your eyes close as you try to still the rapid beat of your heart.

You'd been spending the day out in the town to keep your mind off Joel, and now he's the center of your thoughts once more. Along with those thoughts, the anxiety creeps up on you again, the same mix of excitement and fear that barely allowed you to sleep last night.

Some of the night you had cried, overwhelmed with the relief of knowing he's alive and somewhere nearby; or because the uncertainty caught in your throat about whether or not he'll be happy to see you. Other times when you woke up yet again, you had just laid there in quiet thought, pulling up happy memories from so long ago that you hadn't often indulged in thinking about.

Opening your eyes again, you swallow hard and clench your jaw with determination.

You can do this. You'll make it through this, no matter how it goes, just like everything else since outbreak day.

With one more clarifying breath, you turn away from Tommy's retreating back and resume your exploration of Jackson.

Several hours later finds you standing at the door of a cute house, nibbling at your lip as you hesitate to knock. After a few minutes pass, you finally manage to trample down your anxiety and rap your knuckles against the door.

You're surprised to see the door answered by the councilwoman you met a week ago.

"Oh! Maria!" you say with a somewhat embarrassed smile. "You're…Tommy's wife?"

Maria gives you a kind smile and nods, opening the door and gesturing for you to come inside. "Yes," she responds, before a confused expression crosses her face. "But he told me your name was Eeps. That's not what you told me when we met."

An exasperated sigh escapes you. "Eeps is the nickname he dubbed me back in Austin," you say with a faint laugh despite yourself, "when it was found that I squeak when I'm surprised or…tickled." You give her a tortured look.

For a second, she does chuckle as she guides you into the house from the entryway. Then she goes quiet and her brows pinch together as she looks at you curiously.

It's not a jealous look, but you can guess that she's wondering about the extent of your past friendship with her husband. You give a little shake of your head. "He liked startling me, but he wasn't the one that tickled me," you say with a smirk.

Her expression grows serious at that as she nods and leads you through the living room, towards the kitchen. "Oh. Joel."

You give her a curious tilt of your head, brows peaked. "Yes…"

She pauses near the entry into the kitchen, turning to fully face you and leveling a concerned look at you. "Look, I don't know you well," she starts, "but you seem like a considerate person. I'm concerned, and so is Tommy, about you meeting Joel again." She holds up a hand to stave off your response when you scowl, shift your weight to one hip, and cross your arms. "Just…hear me out, please. With everything Tommy has told me about how things were, and considering how they are now, we're just worried you're setting yourself up to be disappointed."

You stare at her for a moment, shocked that someone you barely know would talk like this. Then again, she does know Tommy and Joel, and she probably didn't get to being a council member by being timid with her words. Inhaling deeply through your nose, you force your expression to soften.

"I hear you," you say simply, then add, "and maybe I will be disappointed." Shrugging, you throw your hands up briefly before dropping them down onto your hips. "But I'm not so worried about being disappointed that I'm just going to give up and not try."

Maria's dark eyes narrow a little and she studies you for a moment before a smile curves her mouth upward. "Fair enough. I can't fault you for that… too much."

After a moment you return her smile and then follow her as she turns to head into the kitchen.

"Come on," she says. "I've got a couple things to finish for dinner before Mikey is up from his nap. You can cut up some veggies."

The next couple hours pass pleasantly with easy enough conversation. You learn a little about Maria, about how she and Tommy met, their whirlwind romance, and how they balance their community roles with their new roles as parents. You also meet little Micheal, their one-year-old, immediately adoring his cherub smile.

As you get up to take your leave, Maria bids you goodnight and scoops up her toddler to take upstairs for bed. Tommy, with a proud smile on his face, watches them go for a moment before turning to you and offering to walk you out.

You make it about halfway back through the living room before you stop short, a soft gasp catching in your throat and making Tommy tense and spin back towards you.

He finds you frozen in place, a stricken expression on your features as you stare at the mantle over the fireplace.

Tommy's eyes follow yours and his shoulders relax as he sighs softly.

Tears rim your eyes as you look over at Tommy and then back to the small chalkboard sitting on the mantle, with two candles in front of it. Two names are on the board, with dates written below them: Kevin, 4/3/00 - 9/29/03… and Sarah, 7/20/89 - 9/27/03.

A lump forms in your throat and it takes you a few tries to swallow around it as you stare at Sarah's name. You don't even realize you're moving then, until Tommy has led you to sit in a chair, your eyes locked on the little memorial.

Tommy crouches beside your knee as you sit there, a few silent tears slipping down your cheeks. He waits, patiently, nodding to Maria when she comes back in. Realizing what has happened, she sits on the nearby couch to wait too.

When you finally find your voice again, it cracks with emotion. "The day after outbreak?" you ask in barely more than a whisper.

Tommy gives a slight nod. "Yeah… really early hours."

You swallow hard again and nod. Then, you hastily swipe at the tears on your cheeks, heaving a sigh. "I don't know why this is hitting so hard," you whisper in a broken voice. "I-I basically mourned all of you years ago. And… I still suspected something happened to her. You would have mentioned her otherwise."

He nods again but it's Maria that speaks up. "Suspicion is one thing, but knowing for certain can be harder sometimes."

Glancing over at the other woman, you nod again after a moment of thought and sniffle a little.

Then, you freeze for a second, your mind reeling. It feels like a rock drops into your gut as your eyes dart back up to the chalkboard memorial and then tear over to Tommy's concerned face.

"Please, Tommy," you choke out, "please, t-tell me Joel didn't have t-… Sarah didn't get bit a-and…" Your words catch in your throat, the thought too horrific to even finish.

To his credit, Tommy catches on quickly and is shaking his head before you have to finish the thought. "No, no. It wasn't like that. He didn't have to… to do that," he assures you and you sigh heavily in relief. Then, at the sad and quizzical look you give him, he shakes his head. "It's not my story to tell, Eeps."

You mull on that for a moment, worrying at your lip with your teeth as you look back up at the board. With a steadying breath, you nod and gulp against the thick feeling in your throat.

"Okay. I'll wait for Joel to tell me… if he wants to," you say, taking another cleansing breath and unsteadily pushing to your feet. After all, you thought, it's not like knowing exactly what happened would change anything. "I should get going," you say, giving Tommy a sad little smile as he rises to his feet beside you.

Saying your goodbyes again is more somber this time. You thank Maria for dinner and her hospitality. Tommy finishes walking you out, even going all the way down the path from his door to the quiet street.

Once there he gives you a brief squeeze of a hug and smiles at you, a tinge of sadness in his eyes now too. "Thanks, Eeps, for…giving a shit about us all."

You give a strained laugh, punching his shoulder lightly. "How could I not? You Millers have a way of digging into people, one way or another."

His chuckle follows you as you turn on the toes of your boots and start the trek back to your house.

—

You had learned something that night, outside the club.

Joel was a damn good kisser.

After that night, he didn't hold back on the kissing anymore either, and you didn't question it.

Hell, you learned the heady taste of his kiss, the contours of his mouth, and the way he liked to tease your tongue with his own, before you ever learned about things like his favorite sports teams and the best concert he'd ever gone to. That knowledge did start filtering in too, of course, but not nearly as quickly as what way you had to drag your nails across his scalp to get him to moan a little into a kiss.

Things lingered there for a long while, with dates scattered across several more weeks as you tried to fit in time together with both of your busy schedules. At least they were no longer ending with just a peck on the cheek though. The heat in the lingering kisses, or even full on make-out sessions, was amping up each time you got to see Joel, and the more time you spent together the more you liked him. Just thinking about him throughout the days in between dates often had you lost in daydreams, unable to find the relief you could at night with the help of your clever fingers, and you'd end up fighting a blush when something or someone would pull you back to reality.

One Friday night, after you'd been seeing each other for a little over three months, Joel surprised you.

He liked doing that.

Standing in the threshold of your front door, he had you wrapped up in his arms and lost in one of those delicious kisses. Then, he pulled back just enough to break it and held you there for a moment, dark eyes searching your face.

Your lashes fluttered a little before you could focus up at him, and found him with a faint, self-satisfied smirk on his lips. A small snort escaped you and you rolled your eyes as he chuckled.

Yes, you enjoyed his kisses and you were both well aware.

Then you lifted a brow at him.

His tongue darted over his lips, conveying his nervousness, despite the soft smile. "Would you… like to come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

Your eyebrows had reached high at that. "What about Sarah?" you asked.

Saturdays were normally reserved for time with his daughter, and Joel had been very clear about that. On other nights, when the two of you went out, she was usually at the neighbors' house or at home spending time with Joel's brother or one of their parents. Either way, it was why Joel always headed home earlier than you might have liked otherwise.

But you couldn't deny how endearing his devotion to his kid was.

His jaw twitched a little to the side as he ground his teeth for a second, and then gave you an uncertain smile. "I'd…like you to meet her."

A light breeze could probably have tipped you over if Joel's arms hadn't been around you.

"R-really?"

He barely nodded. “It won’t be anything fancy…”

You smiled brightly and pushed up on your toes to give him a quick kiss and cut off his nervous words. "I'd love to."

The next night you couldn't believe how nervous you were as you drove to his place, your nails drumming on the steering wheel with erratic rhythms. You had changed your clothes about a dozen times before deciding on something, even though Joel had assured you that 'casual' was the way to go.

Pulling up to the house, you looked over the two-story home and smiled softly. It was simple in design but functional, and it fit exactly what you would have expected for Joel.

When you reached the front door, it yanked open so suddenly, before you even had a chance to knock, that you jumped with a squeak of surprise.

You were greeted by a beautiful young girl with a beaming smile on her golden-bronze face, her dark honey-brown eyes shining. She said your name as a question and, when you nodded, she giggled. "You really do squeak like Uncle Tommy said. Can I call you Eeps too?"

You sighed with a laugh over the recently acquired nickname and nodded. Grinning, she opened the screen door and hurriedly introduced herself as Sarah. She grabbed you by the hand then and tugged you inside.

Still laughing, you stumbled into a small-ish living room that led straight into a dining room and kitchen, where Joel stood over a steaming pot of something, stirring it. Your eyes met his across the space, over miscellaneous pieces of furniture, and the wide smile he gave you made your heart skip a little.

His broad shoulders moved up in an amused shrug. "She was excited."

"I gathered," you said with a smile of your own.

"I'm going to give her a tour!" Sarah announced and, without waiting for confirmation from either adult, she tugged you along again, upstairs.

There wasn't a lot to show up there: a decent sized bathroom with Joel's room on one side of it (you barely caught a discreet glimpse inside), and Sarah's room down at the other end of the hall. The way she lingered with you in her room, showing you some of her favorite things and talking excitedly about her favorite music and movies, you realized that the girl was probably just happy to have some feminine companionship. Joel and Tommy didn't exactly fit into that puzzle piece.

So, you stayed up there with her for a while, letting her chatter on cheerfully. Eventually she got around to asking questions about you: what some of your favorite things were, why did you become an architect… how much did you like her dad?

Preteens aren't exactly subtle.

You gave her a slow, broad smile, nibbling your lip a little. "I like him a lot," you said, and then paused, noticing how inadequate that word felt. "Actually… I adore him," you amended with a shrug.

Sarah beamed at you and then leaned in to whisper, as if sharing a secret. "Good, 'cause I think he's a little crazy about you. He's always in the best mood on the days after he sees you."

That made your smile brighten and you could feel warmth creep up your neck and into your cheeks, just in time for Joel to call up the stairs for you and Sarah to come down.

Grinning at you, Sarah hopped up from the edge of the bed, her tight curls bouncing. She paused, a soft grimace crossing her face. "Just… don't judge his cooking too much," she said, as she held out her hand for yours again.

You laughed, eyes widening dramatically as you let her take your hand again. "Oh, great. Now you've got me scared," you said as she led you out her door and back downstairs with a giggle.

As you and Sarah settled into chairs at the table, Joel glanced back from dishing up what looked like spaghetti. “Either of you scare the other off yet?”

Sarah grinned. “Not yet!” she quipped, then she turned back to you. “Dad actually makes the best spaghetti.”

“Then I’ll take notes,” you said with a smile. You glanced up and tossed Joel a wink as he set plates down in front of you and his daughter, making him smirk and show off that dimple of his before he turned to grab his own plate.

Dinner passed quickly, with Sarah leading most of the conversation with exuberance. She told you about her soccer tournaments, a play she’d been in at school, and how much she was looking forward to a camping trip with her best friend’s family in a couple of weeks. You listened intently, asking the occasional question to encourage her. Now and then you would look over at Joel and find him smiling softly between bites of his food, either at you or at Sarah.

After dinner, you and Sarah got up to wash the dishes. Joel tried to disuade you, as his guest, but you just gave him a playful shove towards the couch and took over the task before he could come up with a better excuse. Once finished, you and Sarah joined Joel on the couch to watch some reality t.v. car show, with Sarah curling up into his side.

Within half an hour, the girl was snoring softly with her head on her dad’s lap, and you exchanged a smile with him when you both noticed. Joel chuckled and let her stay there for a little while, to make sure she was really out, before he carefully gathered her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to her room.

When he came back down, he found you standing at the front screen door, looking out at the view of the sky. He stepped up behind you and slipped his arms around you, making you squeak and then giggle as you leaned back into him.

"You alright?"

You nodded, an easy smile curving your mouth. "Yeah. Just watching the stars come out," you said with a thin laugh. "My place is too close to the city center. Can barely see them."

He nodded and you could feel it against your hair.

“So…" he said after a few moments of quiet, "I think she likes you." His voice rumbled in his chest against your back.

With a grin, you rested your head back against his shoulder. “You think so? I figured she was just a chatty, little almost-teenager.”

A soft laugh escaped him. “She is, but not usually that much.”

Your hands slid along his forearms, across your midsection, as you huffed a little laugh. Then, after a moment of thought you smiled brightly, “I like her too, Joel. She’s a great kid.”

You could feel the way his chest swelled with pride against your back and you pressed your lips together to keep from grinning like too much of a fool.

For a while, the two of you stayed like that in comfortable silence, watching as more stars blinked to life in the sky's dark canopy outside the door. Occasionally, Joel would tilt his head down and press a kiss against your shoulder or to the side of your neck, until you hummed contentedly and could feel his smile against your skin.

Glancing down at your watch, you took a deep breath and then exhales slowly. "Well, it's about time for me to get to driving," you said, shifting in his arms.

Then, you froze, when his arms tightened around you, just a bit.

"Do you…want to stay?" he softly asked against your hair, near your ear.

Your mouth felt instantly dry and you swallowed hard, eyes widening a little as you twisted in his arms, just enough to look back at him over your shoulder. Dark eyes met yours, so close, warm and intense, and after a moment his brows ticked upward a fraction of an inch.

With your lip caught by your teeth, it took you a moment to find your voice. "Be…before I figure out how to answer that," you started softly, your tongue darting over your lips. With the way his eyes followed the movement you might have melted into him right then and there, if you weren't still a bit confused. "...why now? What changed?"

It was Joel's turn to look confused, brows drawing together to deepen the creases between them.

You swallowed thickly again and let a little puff of a laugh tumble from you. "It's…not like there haven't been other…opportunities," you said, warmth fluttering into your cheeks. "Of any night, I wasn't expecting tonight with…being here," you finished with a slight shrug and a brief glance over his shoulder towards the stairs.

He nodded in understanding and let a smile pull at his own lips as he shrugged too. "Honestly… seeing you get along with my kid is what changed." When you gave him another incredulous look, he chuckled and then shrugged. "Until I knew if you two got along, I couldn't risk gettin' more invested in… seeing where this all goes."

For a few moments, you were quiet as you processed that, until a gradual smile was drawing up the ends of your mouth. You canted your head at him with a curious and playful look. "'More invested', hm?"

Joel grinned, unapologetic, and didn't elaborate. Instead, he slipped one hand up from your waist to cup your cheek and pull you into a kiss over your shoulder. It only lasted a few seconds before he broke it and whispered against your lips, "What do ya think, Darlin'?"

Your breath stuttered as you found yourself nodding eagerly, turning in his arms. Just as you were about to kiss him again, as his big hands splayed across your back, you paused and a laugh escaped you. "You know," you said, a coquettish smirk on your lips, "you would choose the one date I figured there was no possible reason to wear one of my sexier bra and panty sets, and just went with cute and practical instead."

Joel's brows lifted with piqued interest as he smirked too, blatantly letting his darkening eyes drift down over the lines of your covered body and then back up to your face. The smile he gave you then was almost wolfish before he dipped his head down to nuzzle his mouth against the hair by your ear.

His voice was a lower timbre than normal, sending heat spearing straight to your core. "Guess I better make a good impression then… to up my chances of seeing those other ones…"

A giggle tumbled out of you as your fingers fisted into his curls, making him hiss, and pulling to lift his head. "I like the way you think, Joel Miller," you purred, and then slotted your mouth to his as he tugged your body up flush against him.

—

Joel grumbles as he stretches his neck from one side to the other, shifting uncomfortably on his horse's saddle.

Two days of riding to get back home is a damn long time, and he couldn't be happier to see the gates of Jackson as they creak open.

It's still fairly early and only about half of the town seems to be awake as the patrol group makes its way down main street towards the stables. They're spotted a few times by residents greeting them and asking questions. No one bothers Joel though, so he nudges his horse on ahead.

He's nearly to the stables when his fists tighten on the reins and he pulls the horse up short, making the animal paw irritably at the dirt. Joel doesn't notice though, his eyes locked further down the road.

His chest starts to burn with the shallow breaths he's taking and the way his heartbeat is rocketing upward. A ringing fills his ears as he clenches his eyes closed, dropping his chin down towards his chest.

Ellie draws her horse up next to him about then, her face scrunching up with concern as she reaches over to his shoulder. "Woah, Joel? You okay?" When he doesn't answer immediately, she shakes his shoulder a little. "Joel?!"

Joel grunts, batting her hand away, and continues to focus on evening out his breaths until the ringing in his ears starts to subside. When he does finally speak, his voice is choked though.

"Ellie, do you see Maria up a-ahead? Near the grocery?"

There's a pause as Ellie looks. "Ummm…yeah."

"Is…" he starts and then pauses, swallowing roughly, "...is there someone with her?"

Fucking hell, it had to be his imagination, right? Right?

"Yeah. Don't recognize her though."

Joel's jaw clenches against an unfamiliar tremble. "What… does she look like?"

He can practically feel the questioning look Ellie gives him but then she starts listing off descriptors.

Hair color. Skin tone. Build. Her best guess at height.

His fingers tighten on the reins as every word matches his memories and a painful ache builds in his gut and claws up into his chest.

With every breathful of labored air burning his lungs, Joel finally lifts his eyes up again to find where Maria is standing about a block away.

Talking with you.

He lurches out of the saddle, boots hitting the road hard, and then he's moving forward before he even realizes it.

His voice cracks the first time he tries to raise it and he has to try again.

This time, your name comes out of Joel in a pained bellow, echoing off of the storefronts of mainstreet.

#fanfic #reader insert #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #tlou fanfiction #joel tlou #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller fic #joel miller x you #ao3 #ao3 fanfic

[weightedblankettt]

WHIT!!!

(he/they/love for whit here)

I don't have a name for this AU yet since it was created like 6 hours ago but I do have a general concept!

Whit is basically a fucked up version of cupid. However, it's not really accurate to say that. Those were just my original plans, though the concept has changed a lot since then.

You see, Whit is an "angel" that deals with the dead. Love tracks down newly deceased souls, specifically those with a major attachment to a loved one, and gives them a chance to go back. They make a contract for the person to sign that revives them and gives them enough time to spend with their loved one before their soul and body fully pass on.

Upon signing this contract, they fix up the body and return the soul to it. The chosen soul returns to the world of the living for a couple of days to sort through everything, and they carry on to the other side peacefully. Though, things easily can get messy with this process.

If the soul stays in the body for more than 3-5 days, the body starts to decompose at a rapid pace with the soul still in it. This process is extremely painful and horrifying, and is usually not directly told to the person signing the contract. Whit tries to prevent this from happening through subtle hints (ex: "Are you sure you're not satisfied yet?", "Wouldn't it be fine to return now?", "You may stay longer, but don't blame me if anything happens.") but never tells them exactly why until it happens.

"If they didn't read the contract, that's their own fault. It was right there in print."

That's the basics of *what* he is doing! Now we get into the why.

Of course, there's still a level of love to it. That's the real reason (they believe so, anyways), but of course love wouldn't do something so taxing if it didn't benefit him. So, what do they get out of it?

Well, we have to get into how this process works. Souls are made purely of energy. When the soul gets put back into the body, that energy manifests again into a physical form. The reason the bodies decompose rapidly after only 3-5 days, despite Whit himself putting the process on pause, is because he's harvesting the energy that the soul produces. The soul eventually loses enough energy to not be recognized as "alive" anymore, and falls apart quickly to make up for the paused time.

It actually benefits Whit a lot more if the person stays for too long and the body decomposes, because it releases more of the energy that went into keeping the body alive again (which ends up being a lot!) which is why Whit doesn't just tell people directly. If he can get the extra bonus, he will. After all, they've done their part, haven't they? They signed the contract and stayed long enough, surely any longer would just be greedy of them.

Why would Whit be harvesting this energy? What does he have to gain from this?

You see, Whit actually has a sort of virus in his right eye (the covered one). It manifests as a red rose, and slowly spreads throughout his body in a way that sort of looks like cracks or veins. It isn't letting me attach the reference image for this for some reason, so just imagine.

It's less accurate to call it a "virus", since it's really closer to a parasite. The parasite feasts on his powers and energy and slowly destroys love's angel form. Stopping love's work would mean letting it win, which would reduce them to a hollow shell. Literally. Love's body would remain as if it were living, but all senses would dissipate. Red roses would start blooming out of the cracks in love's body, and the parasite would thrive using his body as a home. Basically, Whit would enter a weird limbo state that's "not quite dead, not quite alive!".

Although I don't have a full explanation as of why this parasite appeared in the first place yet, I'll reblog this when I come up with one. My current WIP idea is that Whit attempted to use this process on his mom to see her one last time, but her soul was already too far gone for them to reach. This plunged him into a deep depression for multiple weeks on end and caused it to bloom from his despair.

Well, that was a lot! Now time for what I believe he'd be like in the killing game!

First of all, love would definitely have to take power suppressants. Being able to revive the dead isn't something that can pass in a killing game, and I'm sure Monotv (assuming that's still the host) would get a blast out of seeing love in pain from the parasite. He wouldn't have to worry about the parasite taking over as that actually takes a long time, but it's still painful to leave it alone without restoring the energy it takes.

As in terms of actual personality, I think he would be more graceful and proper? Their job is pretty serious so I don't think they'd crack jokes nearly as often, but they can still enjoy a good pun now and then. Assuming love makes it to the later chapters, he would be a lot less energetic and more tired overtime. Because of the parasite, yes, but also because it's kind of heartbreaking to see so many people die, even if you're desensitized already, when your entire job revolves around helping the dead move on peacefully. They may also struggle a bit more with empathy and be more prone to actually disliking people and holding grudges.

I hope this is good! If you need any more information or would like to change anything, my dms on here are open. Though I'll be driving most of the day, so it may take me a bit to respond.

WOAOAAAAAVAAAAHHHHHH???? HOLY SHIT????? THIS IS SO COOL AND AWESOME AND— WOAAAGGAGAGAAAAA ??????????????????

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #whit young #blanket rambles

[strawwritesfic]

Thank you for your patience

Hey all.

I know I haven't posted anything in the way new of fics in months, and this won't change that. But I wanted to give you a very quick update and heartful thanks for sticking with me during this lull.

About two years ago, I graduated from my third round of post-graduate schooling, passed a difficult test, and was finally able to find myself a career. One year ago, I quit the work I was doing with a local freelancing firm and went entirely self-employed--which, as I'm sure you can imagine, required a lot of hustle, a lot of on-the-job learning, and a lot crying when I messed something up and was informed that the screw up entitled an entity in town to throw me in prison.

(They didn't, and they thought it was weird that I thought they would; apparently they have the power to but aren't going to enact over something as minor as my screw up.)

Needless to say, it's been difficult. There's been burnout. When I haven't been working, I needed to clean and exercise. So when I had the rare chance to do something with my free time, I rarely had the spoons to do anything more than watch some YouTube videos. I injured myself a couple years ago, and am dealing with chronic pain resulting from that injury to this day, and it tends to manifest itself when I sit at a desk for long periods of time. Last weekend, my mental health hit a pretty bad low--but a long-time friend said I could vent to her, and I did, and I am feeling much more optimistic.

I have been offered a full-time position doing what I do. The good news is that means a a salary! No more scrambling to get a paycheck when someone cancels on me! Actual medical insurance (if you couldn't tell, I'm based in the USA)! The bad news is that it's an hour long commute, at least until such a time as I can prove to a bank that I make consistent enough money that they'll give me a mortgage.

(Last October, I made about $200 total even though I was scheduled to work almost every day. That's the kind of thing I've been dealing with.)

I'm not really sure what the future is going to hold, but I'd like to get writing again. After my crash and burn on Saturday, I made myself sit down and squeeze out a couple of pages of a Spock one shot (I know it's not what's on my request list, but this Loki thing is being birthed through difficult labor, and I needed to be excited). God willing, I'll be able to get back into a little more. There are things I really want to share with you all, and things I'd love to actually get out for the people that were kind enough to ask them of me.

So from the bottom of my heart: Thank you. Thank you for following even when I haven't produced anything in a long time. Thank for showing enough passion for my work to request things. Thank you for the reblogs. Thank you for the replies asking for parts twos. Thank you for the recommendation shoutouts in posts on your blog. Although I rarely respond (because I don't want to be seen as bragging), I look at each and every one of them. When things are difficult, sometimes I'll pull out my little collection of especially kind comments, and they help me feel a little better.

Sincerely,

Straw

#not fic #thank you #update #sorry for the typos #i had a job that required me to work constantly from monday afternoon until now #i've only slept ten hours in the past week #i'm very tired #literally all i wanna do is go to bed #and think of stupid headcanons for my KHR OC that I've revived from college

[twst-discourse-bot]

they deleted their ocs but i have reblogs of them and screenshots of all posts (not reblogs they are just genshin fanart from popular artists) https://tamos-reblog-account.tumblr.com/ admittedly she isnt as bad yet this time self hate minorly sinophobic (it was pretty sneaky i almost didnt notice it) like why is it necessary to make your two black ocs with vitiligo hated by the people of liyue (nation based/inspired from china)specifically and then have both move to mondstadt (nation based/inspired from Germany...) her age was 15 this time lmao the way she has the trans flag all over but doesnt include trans in her bio is... sus? furthers my belief shes faking. well i mean... ofc she is she does it all the time. with every blog. they would have been fine if not for that like i was just scrolling the genshin tag and saw the character card for delilah and thought she was the cutest fucking thing. (im a sucker for vitiligo im sorry) was bored as FUCK tho so i didnt bother to read her stuff but then a few posts down i saw mila and thought oh hey shes similar to delilah so i decided to check out the blog when i tell you my heart dropped and then started RACING i saw the behavior and "hate asks" i looked at the pfp i read the ocs texts im loosing my fucking mind THE REST OF THE STUFF ABOUT HER OCS WAS ACTUALLY DECENT FOR ONCE BUT SHE /RUINED/ IT

they did some stuff with twst but i'll leave that to yall to discuss its just another copy of mulan and tiana

she never changes *sigh*

Hello!! Terribly sorry to everyone for the prolonged radio silence :sobsob: I work full time these days and can't keep as vigilant a watch as I used to, but I have time this morning, so I want to update everyone.

I'm using Tamo's ask as a jumping off point, both to say thank you to them for making the official callout post for Jordan/Ray's newest blog, cutemermaidprincess (now deactivated), and to talk about a couple of things that I'll get to in a moment.

To start, I believe you and I had the same idea. I was mainly leaving her alone to see what she would do this time around. I had no doubts that the blog was her yet again, but I didn't want to start something without having proof and end up throwing some poor rando under the freight train. (Sidenote: one of my mutuals recently had something like that happen to them, being falsely accused of something pretty heinous by a callout account and it scared the life out of them. I didn't want to be the cause of something like that.)

But, now that this blog is gone, I think I can start talking again. Here are the screenshots I took before it went down:

In regard to everyone who sent in asks with this blog's username, thank you! I appreciate what you are trying to do, but please understand that I didn't answer anybody publicly because I have a sort of method to approach this person's habits with. I cannot, in good conscience, take speculation as evidence of a new Ray account, but now that I have the screenshots and the blog is deleted, we can safely assume that it was her again.

While I wasn't crazy about the idea of letting her go after seeing her post the OCs, I was content to just leave her alone to do her thing if she didn't start trouble again, because there's no realistic chance of getting an apology out of her. But she ruined it for herself again, as Tamo said. I only skimmed the chara bios so I didn't catch the Sinophobia this time, I suppose I've gotten careless.

Also, it's extremely shitty of her to use a trait that many people have, vitiligo, as a jumping off point for her fake pity party. She's just adding to the list of reasons why she needs to be perma-banned with every iteration of her nonsense.

It's obvious it was her; I don't know what exactly she's hoping will happen. If she keeps posting in the tags, people will figure out who she is every time. She's better off just giving up at this point, she's made an enemy of nearly everyone in the TWST fandom and I don't think people care enough in Genshin to give her any attention.

#answered asks #evidence

[kim-ruzek]

Kim-Ruzek turns one!!

Officially, a year ago today I made this account. I was being driven mad with Thoughts about cpd and burzek and although I thought I'd never come back to Tumblr, I did because I needed to share those Thoughts. I had an idea of how this was going to go; I thought that it was quite likely that I'd get it out my system then move on, and I was very apprehensive about this fandom, thinking there was a not small chance it would be a very toxic and not great place to be in.

Instead... This year has been one of my favourite fandom experiences ever, which really shows how incredible this fandom truly is depending I had a bit of a mental breakdown in October because of the show. My very first week here-- well, give or take, because I started posting at the end of march despite making the account today-- I remarked that this was one of the best fandoms to be in, that everyone was so kind and sweet and honestly that's remained true throughout this whole time.

I was gonna make a bigger deal out of my blogversary, but in typical Ree fashion, I got depressed again and honestly half the things I had planned I felt apathetic towards. BUT I knew I'd hate myself later if I didn't do something (because I really am happy I reached one year!) so I'm doing a very low-key thing. Just a couple of ask game guides and a bit of a fun drabble game-- which will be open to partake in all week!

But before I get into that, I'm gonna tag some of my favourite moots, the people who has made this year really fucking amazing and all who I love so so much. I'll only be naming a few because otherwise I'll forget people, and honestly I could name literally everyone because I love every single one of you;

@fighterkimburgess @adamruz @sylvies-chen @everythingaddictxx @sylviebrettsey @resanoona @piscesgirl87

Now for my celebration activities:

Ask Me Anything: literally just send me any thought, opinion, anything you want to share with me (or the world). It can be something about yourself, not just fandom related!

True or False: I really enjoyed doing this the other day so if anyone wants to send me some statements again I'd love that

Ask about my opinion on anything

Send me an unpopular opinion 👀

Send me a writing prompt: this can be something you've made up yourself, or from the writing prompt lists I'll reblog after this post (Tumblr is not letting me link in site links rn ugh). For any of my oc ships, canon or not, or wlw!!!

And finally: I'm gonna list my fic titles (of unposted/unwritten fics) and if you send me one of them, I'll write a lil scene from it. You can choose if you want it from before the fic is set, during or after, but if you don't specify I can just decide on my own!!! A few of these titles will just be the initials since it'll be ~spoilery~ and I just wanna tease them! Plus some don't have official titles, so this is just what they're called in my notebook planning or my writing documents! (Which I'll put under the cut cos this is getting long!)

Blood Types

FS!K

Falling in love backwards

Makayla gets a bunny

The waves to home

Abusive Sean Roman

Exes

Sylvie x Kim

Kim x Sarah

Co parenting au

WS!A

S4 fix-it

Finding our way again (coming home)

Upgess au (S5)

Starting Over

I have so much ideas that this isn't even the half of it, but they're my ones I'm most excited for/written recently! But if you wanna wildcard me, just send in wildcard (and if you want it from before, during or after) and I'll look at some of my other fics and decide (...and by that I mean probably give a choice of three to Cíara and tell them to choose one sxgvjnk).

S9 fix-it

Undercover Adam

Fractured

I hope you all celebrate my blog turning one with me, and just to say again: all my activities, ask game or fic game, can be sent to me all week (Tuesday - Tuesday)!

#reese rambles #kim ruzek turns one!! #this was meant to post at 7:30 but my queue disappointed me. and i went to shower so i didn't notice lol #but it was meant to post then bc that's closer to the time of it being actually 12 months since! #i so so hope this doesn't flop #please come talk to me!!! #i love you all so much #burzek #chicago pd #chicago fire #<- bc of the fic games

[writing2live]

crazy, crazier, craziest

pairing: pro hero! kaminari denki x reader

genre: sunny's fairy fluffy book

word count: 1.2k

warning: none, just a possibility of incorrect grammar, typos, and redundant use of the word "crazy"

author's note: okay *inhales deeply* this is the very first fluff that i wrote and posted here because i crave the readers' validation heh. denki's my comfort character and the idea of goofing around with him wearing pikachu onesie seems so cute and sweet, ya know? also, don't come at me when you find this cringe idc. your fairy god never have a bf. happy reading, bestie wanderer :))

ps. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. i really want to interact with ya'll

"pika, pika-" he looked at your curling form, hands tugging at your stomach as fits of laughter escapes your mouth.

"hey, babe, come on." head turning to your direction, the supposed yellow ears and black at the tip falling off. you cooed at the sight of your blond boyfriend as he stares at you.

you just come across the matching Pikachu onesie pajama online at a really cheap price and, without any hesitation, the package arrived at your shared apartment. being denki, he's always game with your antics and supports the craziest ideas that pops up your mind even in the middle of the night

and so, here you are at the mc donald's while you're boyfriend is trying to order your favorite with the pokemon's famous "pika pika". people are drilling weird stares at the two of you. some are swooning as they recognized the two pro heroes in a matching onesie at 3 am ordering fast food.

you can hear the "aww's" and the "such a cute couple" from the crowd and these positive response makes your the electric hero grinning from ear to ear.

"ya hear that babe? we're the cute pro hero couple." he said as the both of you exit the establishment, chest heaving proudly and smile never leaving his face while swaying your conjoined hands in the air.

you softly yanked his arm signaling him to stop in the middle of the deserted parking lot as another silliness blossoming in your head.

why?" he chuckles when he saw a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips while your brows wiggling up and down, almost egging him to find out what you're up to.

as the best boyfriend that he claims to be, he already memorized the meanings behind every expression that pulls off your face and this one, at the moment, is the one where excitement always course through his body every time you have it on. this just means that another smiling, laughing, and fun moments with you that he cherishes with his entire being.

"hurry, hurry!" you shouts at him as he ran towards you. the timer sets down to 1 and another silly pose of you was captured. your phone was propped against the windshield of his car as you suggested having a photo shoot at the parking lot.

it's just not enough to parade the cute onesie that only took a quick exposure with a small crowd. so, why not make this chance to etch this crazy antic of yours with a photograph. "oh my god, babe! that's the cutest and not-so crazy idea you have come up so far," says your boyfriend with a squish of your cheeks and peck on your lips.

half an hour with the impromptu photo shoot, the both of you tried different couple poses which most of the crazy ones was suggested by denki. there was one where the both of you nearly got injured when he put you on his shoulder, both of your arms spreading wide as he balanced with only one foot. luckily, you managed successfully with the pose.

he managed to convince you to piggy back him, carry him in a bridal style, and even tried the fireman's carry with you. the whole shoot, both of your laughs reverberates through the empty space when he fail to pose on time or when he pull off the wackiest face. of course, there were also cute and intimate basic couple pictures.

"pro hero Chargebolt? i think you still have a deal with me to accomplish." you grin at him, waving your phone to remind him something. he sighs when he remembered what you were trying to say.

"oh, babe. do i have to?" he pouts at you, flashing the puppy eyes.

"but you made a promise with me?" now, it's your turn to pout. "well, if that made you feel uncomfortable, i would not force you. i'll respect that-"

"hey, hey, hey. it's just a joke, y/n. i just wanna practice if you're going to give in to my adorable puppy eyes, yeah?" a chuckle left your mouth. really, he's so cute.

"okay, you ready?"

"yep, rolling in 3...2...1, go!"

"pikachu, u-use thunderbolt!"

"pika...pika...chuu!" he exclaimed loudly enough for the customers to be disturbed.

you tried so hard, for the love of all might, to stifle your laughter but you just can't help it when you're boyfriend doing his best to imitate the pokemon's actions and using it's catchphrase while emitting his lighting quirk. he's surely an off brand pikachu.

"oh god, y/n. you're ruining the vid."

"i'm sorry, denki. i just can't help it. you really look so cute!" emphasizing every syllables so that he can really feel your admiration straight to his heart while your hands squishing his cheeks again.

the two of you decided to rest your limbs and eat the take out that's already been cold. with a small banter and jokes thrown either ways and denki doing the cheesiest things like kissing you out of the blue to clean the stray ketchup on the corner of your lips.

"i think there's a bit of mess right here." you told him, smirking at the dripping soda, he saw where you are pointing—your cleavage. he whines, "babe, come on. unless, do you want me to?"

"dance with me, yeah?" he blurts out as you're scrolling down your phone, checking the results of your photo shoot. he's already pulling your hand as he placed your phone at the hood of the car.

"no music?"

"nope" he replies, popping the p, while snaking his hands around your waist. you comfortably pressed your face at his chest as he draws you closer to his body, leaving no space between the two of you, his read resting atop of yours. "i can sing, you know."

you can't refute as it is true that the pro hero Chargebolt can in fact sing which made you really wonder why he didn't disclose it to the public to garner more female fans.

"i only want you to hear my sacred voice, y/n. only you." he once said with his serious tone which made you combust right then and there. because, holy shit, that's so heart flattering, blush-inducing, and makes you feel even more special.

"fuck, you're so beautiful." your eyes met his and you can feel his finger caressing the visible scar on your forehead before kissing it. and this moment feels like your back at your UA days when you both realize that you fell in love with each other.

"aww thank you, denki." heart swelling, you cupped his cheeks and tiptoed to place a kiss on his lips. this night adds to the list of the longest and genuine smile he ever had in his life time. "and you're the cutest, most handsome pro hero i ever love."

for a second, he can't articulate a sentence as electricity is going hay wire in his body at your declaration of love. he only regain his composure when you nuzzle your head at his chest. he continue to hum the familiar song as you gently sway with his body.

under the moonlight, two lovers slow dancing with the beat of their hearts synchronizing with the slow hum of the pro hero. they say that people become fools when it comes to love. indeed, they are. the proof is right at the middle of the parking lot of mc donald's with two fools in love swaying to the rhythm of their hearts.

#sunny's collection #tey writes #kaminari fluff #denki x y/n #bnha fanfiction #bnha fluff #denki kaminari #kaminari x reader #denki x reader #chargebolt #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #pro hero x reader

[a-dragons-journal]

Long ask, feel free to skip.

Hi. If its okay with you, I really need some advice. You don't have to though, I think I'll be alright muddling my way through this myself if you're too busy.

To start off, I want to clarify that I have a Daemon, male, who I love with all my heart but who isn't me. I have had my Daemon for as long as I can remember but just realized today that I'm thylacinekin, or tasmanian-wolfkin, and had a mild panic attack over it before being directed here by a good friend/mutual of mine.

I discovered my otherkinness by finding some thylacine pride icons, remembering that they're extinct, and then being told by my Daemon that they can't be extinct, because I clearly exist. That's when I realised I'd spoken aloud to him and said "we're extinct" instead of "they're extinct", and I had to start crying because it clicked that my kind are gone from the natural world and we won't ever see them again. I will never know my kind beyond what they looked like. I don't even know if the sounds I make are correct.

I don't know what to do. I don't know what to feel beyond the heartbreak that I've carried with me my whole life but only just understood the reason for. I don't know how to reconcile the fact that my kind are gone gone gone while I'm here here here. I don't want to be alone. I don't want to feel like the last of a species. I don't want to be an endling.

Please. If you have any advice... What do I do?

I had to sit on this one for a couple of days trying to think of advice; unfortunately I still don't have much.

You have my deepest sympathies, anon; I've seen your posts in the tag and so you had them before you ever sent this ask. (I actually intended to reblog your Endling poem, both because I appreciate it a great deal and in the interest of signal boosting and raising the chances of another of your kind finding you, and it appears either Tumblr or my computer decided to burp and that never happened.) I know what it is to be (as far as I know) the only one of my species on this earth, but as far as I know my species lives on; it's not the same, I imagine.

I can say this: While I can't recall having met any other thylacines, I have met several members of other extinct species. Some of them might be able to give better advice than I, or at least be able to commiserate. It might be worth trying to find a paleotherian community - I know there was a paleotherian discord server going around a while back, though I've no idea where one might get an invite or whether it's still active - because even if they're not your kind, it may still give you some sense of community and some alleviation of the aloneness. (I have to imagine there's at least one other thylacine therian out there somewhere - but I can't in good conscience advise resting your hopes on finding them, because even if you do it may not be the connection you're looking for.) You may also be able to find some connection with close relatives or species with similar behavior, though I'm aware the species that look closest to thylacines behave very differently (y'all marsupial mammals and your weirdness (affectionate)). You are not fully alone, even if it's not the same.

Grief isn't easy for anyone. It processes differently for everyone. It's all right to grieve, and to allow yourself time for that. The loss may not be fresh, but your understanding of it is, and that's much the same for many people. You have to acknowledge it and breathe through it if you want to begin to heal from it - and you can heal, even if it seems impossible right now. The pain will ease, given time. You honor your People both by mourning their loss and by living the life you have now to its fullest as one of them.

I hope that gives you at least a place to start. (And, of course, if anyone has further advice for anon - or knows of that paleotherian server I vaguely remember or something similar - please feel free to add on in the notes, as always.) May you find peace, path, and People, in whatever order is best for you. <3

#otherkin #therian #paleotherian #thylacine therian #thylacinekin #asked and answered #anonymous #rani talks

[razzle-dazzle-dandy]

I decided to create this little game just out of curiosity! Let's play an alternate reality! Think of at least 2 TWST boys to ship or interact with your Sona/MC/Yuu or OC! Let's see the park burn and have fun! (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)/💗

Ooo, okay! This sounds fun! Thank you for the ask! ❤️

I have a few TWST OCs, so I guess I'll go with Sara for now since she's the most developed at this point.

I ship her with Leona first and foremost because they're my favorite children and I'm biased I think Sara's quiet but confident personality and difficult childhood would give her a different perspective on Leona. She knows herself well enough now not to be phased by most of Leona's posturing and half-hearted insults, but she's also dealt with feelings of worthlessness and irritability that would be familiar to Leona. Sara has sympathy for him, but also acknowledges that he needs to find a way to move forward instead of stagnating where he is. I think Leona would benefit from having a calm, stable presence in his life, romantic or platonic. Speaking from experience, sometimes nagging someone into action will only make them dig their heels in further. Sara definitely starts as more of a mom friend to him and Savanaclaw than a love interest. It's only after they've had a chance to spend time together and learn more about each other that they start to develop feelings. They probably don't properly start dating until at least a couple years after they meet. Once they do though, they will literally kill for each other. Sara is fiercely loyal by nature, and I headcanon Leona as someone who drops everything to protect what's important to him once he realizes that it actually is important to him.

(Unrelated to shipping, but since I know different people have different views on Leona's behavior; I personally believe he's suffering from some form of depression brought on by the most toxic mix of inferiority and superiority complexes with a dash of existential crisis for flavor, which he never got proper help for because every monarchy is a nightmare.)

If I had to pick a runner-up??? Jack was my first thought, but that feels too easy sooo... I'm gonna say Vil! Sara would be pretty indifferent to him at first, but I can see her being impressed by his dedication to his career and health. Iirc, Vil and Jack sometimes jog together? If it's not canon it's certainly believable, so I can see Sara and Vil getting to know each other during early morning jogs that turn into them just hanging out when Vil has time. Vil definitely introduces Sara to spa days, and she gets lost in the basically incomprehensible luxury. She starts having romantic feelings for him after his speech at the beginning of Chapter 6. His grace in defeat and his willingness to make things right endears him to her. I'm not sure what would draw Vil to Sara specifically, like they'd get along but I don't know what would make her stand out to him romantically? My first thought is that she genuinely has no concept of him as a celebrity. Not in the "she doesn't care me and that's hot" way, but in the "she has no preconceived view of me because she's literally from another dimension" way. So it's refreshing for him to talk to her about projects he's interested in and not hear that it doesn't suit him for any number of arbitrary reasons, or to watch a movie together that most would assume is too childish or cheesy for Superstar Vil. Just being able to indulge a little with someone. Might be out of character though, so take that with a grain of salt lol.

And that's it! I didn't write any scenarios, but I might reblog this later with some if I feel inspired. I really enjoyed writing these, even if it is me rambling lol. Thank you again Nicoli! 😘

Edit: Got permission to tag people, so if @pinkanonwrites , @veevz-drawz and @anunluckyrabbit would like to do this too feel free!

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #twst oc

[moonflms]

➷｡˚ thief — nct johnny

PROLOGUE ༄ —wherein your roommate helps comforts a drunk y/n after trending on twitter, being dispatch's new target.

PAIRING ༄ - idol! johnny x idol! fem reader

WARNINGs༄ - tw // insecurity, hate, alcohol, profanities, etc.

GENREs ༄ - slight crack & fluff, angst, nct's 24th member, 127's 11th member, idol au, drinking.

W. COUNT ༄ - around 1k+

➷｡min's letter ༄ - istg i've written a few drinking themed imagines and i don't drink yet HAJSHJASDKS please, don't drink your problems away. remember that there are people who are willing to be a listening ear when you need one. don't result in drinking, harm, and more. there are times where we shouldn't keep things to ourselves alright? i love you!

do not repost. copyright belongs to @moonflms 2021. reblogs and likes are deeply appreciated! originally posted on my twitter (@suhhvsco) and wattpad (@johnsparrot) . enjoy reading!

masterlist

—start

at the 127 dorms...

you grabbed your third can of beer from the fridge and walked back towards your room. the members– who were present, were in the living room trying to beat summer's scorching heat. with that, they've witnessed your constant trips back and forth to the fridge to get a can of alcohol.

at first, they've thought it was your new way to beat the heat. they've thought you wanted to try something new, but they started to notice something wrong later on.

it was so hot to the point the windows were closed, the room doors were wide open, trying to compile the cool breezes from their room's air conditioners. you, on the other hand, oddly stayed in your room, isolating yourself.

they've started to worry as you came back for more cans. they started to worry from how you came back for more with your roommate's hoodie on, covering your face from letting them see your pink puffy eyes (which was still evident either way) and disheveled hair.

they started to worry as you were silent not making any complaints about the weather, knowing how whiney you could be. to how you barely made any contact with them, which was new. they figure something was acting up since it was rare for them to see you cry.

at the moment, you were trying hard to avoid any contact with them. the boys–being the caring brothers they were, decided to do some research. it was easy for them to find the answer. why? your name was trending on twitter.

they clicked on the hashtag and immediately found tons of explanations, some hate, some defends, and some who were also doing the same as the members were. they got their solution from an article– well.. maybe articles.

you became dispatch's newest victim, dragging you into a fresh rumor. due to the scandal, it gained you even more hate than usual. you gained the worst backlash you've witnessed so far. the members finally understood what you were going through, knowing you were mentally weak. you were always sensitive and insecure when it comes to the perspective of others. it was a side you didn't want to show to people. slightly a stupid idea, but they left you to do things on your own, giving you some alone time to cry.

well, things like these in the entertainment industry are unavoidable to be honest. in the industry, rumors, scandals, controversies, hate— happens 24/7, leading fandoms into flames every single day.

you drinking for quite a while now, you were slightly feeling drowsy. you didn't know whether it came from the beer or your constant crying. maybe a mix of both. you took the opportunity to bawl your eyes out and sulk while the rest were outside. you didn't want to rant how you felt to them, you had no courage to do so. you were currently by the farthest part of the room from the door. you were sitting on the carpeted floor, leaning on your roomie's bed behind you. you continued scrolling down on a few tweets about you. some were defending you․ however, it was overpowered by all the hate. you saw a tweet that made your heart rip into half. it was how you destroyed the group by joining it, to how your debut was a mistake. you felt an arrow pierce through your chest.

"so that's how they feel, huh?" you thought to yourself. your tears fell even harder and faster. and it was only a year and a half since you debuted as nct's only female member. the entertainment agreed that you were suited more for a boy group - you stood out and you were too powerful to be in a female group. your style totally blended well with nct's concept. people were astonished. people loved you. people were disgusted. calling you an attention seeker, a whore.

you felt like the villain here. you felt everything crashing down on you started by a false story. people seizing the opportunity to ruin you. you felt the worst you could've felt about yourself.

you went out again, fast-walking across the members, ducking your head. you grabbed another can and dashed back to your shared room. you went back to the corner and downed your drink just in a few minutes. at this point, drinking your problems and crying was the solution, well first, that's what you presumed.

a small sniffle was heard from the living room as your door was left slightly opened. at this point, they even more concerned. you should've asked their comforts, they agreed. they had to do something now or they'll be bearing with a hungover-ed y/n later. they couldn't handle the fact their little princess was hurting on her own. they were furious and hurt, hearing you breakdown for the first time. referencing your senior group, you were one. ohana.

you came back to the kitchen for more. in and out of the kitchen with unbalanced baby steps, making your consumption evident. as you went back, they started to hold a talk. they were itching for a solution to make you open up without force. you were fragile as a glass sheet at the moment. so they came up with one after a few ideas.

first, they took all the alcohol– with a water bottle by chance from the refrigerator (it was a couple left since you took a few.) placing the cool beer cans by them, low-key guarding and cooling off at the same time. they thought you'd approach them for a can... but again, that's what was presumed.

when you came out of the room for the nth time, you saw all the remaining cans with your members. you continued to walk slowly to the fridge, later on kneeling in front of it, having a short dilemma about your beverage. then, a bolt of lightning struck your imaginary lightbulb, sparking an alternative. you looked at the boys as they continued to stare at you. you smiled at them as you giggled, making your eyes disappear, it scared the heck out of the boys. you faced the fridge, pulling the side starting to find your new option.

why cry over beer when there's soju?

you grabbed the bottle and slowly went back your way. the boys were dumbfounded as they saw you walking back with a green bottle in hand. "who bought all the drinks in the first place?" taeyong nagged as everybody looked at yuta, who just shrugged. "man. she's an intellectual!" they facepalmed as they were amazed at how cute you were. they continued to giggle until one laughed it off and stepped up. "moving on to plan b. go get her, big bear"

your roommate was an optimistic guy. he was always bright and bubbly like how you were, both on and off stage. he was that kind of guy who would never let you swim in negativity for long. almost too positive. he was over-enthusiastic.

he laughed for a good few seconds as he quickly stood up rushing to you, knowing he'd be responsible later to watch over your drunk ass. he rushed to you, who looked like a drunkard strolling the calm streets at midnight. he held your wrist as he snatched the green bottle. he hurried and placed it on the coffee table by the boys, grabbing the water bottle from a while ago as a replacement. you saw your soju flash before your eyes. "whY? tHat's minE! YAH!" you whined as you made a turn and rushed to the area trying to grab your bottle back.

the others continued to watch the 'k-drama' that was happening in front of them, smiling at how you were all grumpy. your roommate blocked the way and laughed at you who was trying to push him. "i'll take care of her" he looked to his fellow members than to you, who was still struggling to make him move. lifting you up, you were now hanging by his shoulder. you were high in the air, being the tall guy he was.

he brought you to your shared room, pushing the door and leaving it a bit open for the others to follow in. the rest followed in as support, by the door about to listen and watch to the conversation. he slowly laid you on the bed as he did too, beside you. you sat up, and glared at your roommate. "i believe you had too much of heineken, missy." he sat up, nearing you.

he held your hand as he pulled you closer to him. "alcohol isn't the best solution you know?" he patted your head, looking at you. you came closer and buried your face into his shoulder, starting to cry for the hundredth time today. "johnny... it hurts. so... bad." you finally let out all the tears you've been collecting for yourself.

johnny brought you to his lap as he cradled you like an infant. he hugged you from your side as he rubbed your back, you continuing to cry, feeling the pain compiled in your chest.

seeing and hearing you cry that hard made everyone's heartache, eyes tearing up as well. "i'm sorry" you tried to mumbled out in between tears and breaths. "don't be. just remember that i'm here, alright? that the members are here to listen, okay?"

"hey, it happened already. the company will find a way to settle this. just, ...show them your best and what you got okay? we'll help." he continued to rub your back as he called the rest waiting to come in. bringing you into a group hug. the members stayed in the room, staying by your side.

for the whole time, you were in johnny's arms, feeling cozy. you both were able to exchange experiences, advices, and more. making you feel so much better. with the beer's after-effects kicking in, you felt drowsy and eventually, you passed out. silently, while you were passed out, the rest continued to stay, seeing a resemblance of a baby in johnny's arm. johnny went along and swayed you side-to-side, singing a short lullaby for comedic purposes.

johnny tucked you in with the help of some members. you were drenched in sweat and tears, your face was flushed in pink from all the crying and drinking.

"youngho... you. thief..." you mumbled. everybody caught what you mumbled and fixed their eyes on both you and johnny. unconsciously, you made a small smile.

"they say, honesty comes out when drunk, youngho." everyone in the room gave johnny a playful stink eye, getting what you mumbled.

this became a secret only the boys knew.

—end

#johnny #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct127 #nct johnny #nct johnny suh #nct u #johnny suh #wayv #youngho #seo youngho #nct johnny timestamp #moonflms #johnny x reader #johnny x y/n #johnny x you #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct fanfic #nct 127 fanfic #nct au #johnny imagines #johnny scenarios #nct 127 au #nct's 24th member #nct's female member

[indelibleevidence]

Okay, so, newbies to the Blindspot fandom who don't want to be spoiled, but who are following me - go to your settings and filter the tag 'blindspot spoilers'. Not saying it will work for every post in the Blindspot fandom, but at least the spoilery posts from my blog will be hidden from you if you're spoiler-phobic.

I know I have at least two people still on season 3 who are following me, and I don't want anyone to be spoiled, but I also want to support posts that ARE spoilery by reblogging them. I'll give it a couple of days before I start reblogging spoilery posts again, to make sure people get a chance to see this.

#blindspot

[indimlights]

✨Merry christmas Cille✨

To: @birthdaysentiment 💛

-> From: @indimlights (Rodrigo)

Hi Cille! I guess it's up to me to kick off this "little" surprise but I don't even know where to start...

I remember really well the first time I saw a post of yours, I was still lurking back then and the moment I read it I felt so many things, things I don't know how to describe and that I never thought words could make me feel and I knew, I just knew that I had to see more. Fast-forward a couple of hours I knew your blog by heart, I had looked at so many of your posts and every single one was as amazing as the first one, as touching as the first one and as deep as the first one.

The meaning you put on words still gets to me every single day, you have such a way into them and don't even get me started on your music analysis. The moment I read the first one I was mind-blown! The things you catch, the connections you make between the music and the scene, the way you describe the scenes, it makes me go back, relive the moment and feel everything I felt the first time I watched it and all this just by... reading your words! If that doesn't tell me how amazing you are with them I don't know what will.

From that day I always wished I could talk to you, get to know the person behind the words, behind the masterpieces, behind the blog because you seemed like such a sweet person and now... After some time, I got that chance and I'm so happy I got it. You are everything I thought you would be and 1000x more, you are sweet, caring, smart, loving, wise, joyful and so supportive to me and to everyone in this community! You always spread love and that's so important and so nice of you to do, the way you write essays in the tags for everyone's posts just shows that! It's such a simple thing but means so much.

And I'm not even mentioning how talented you are with non-written posts because those are on another level aswell, I mean you always surprise me with your ideas and creativity and just knowing that whenever I come here I will have some sort of attack waiting for me just keeps me going and I love everything you do so much.

I'll never be able to thank you enough for being so welcoming when I barely knew anyone and for making me feel so much more comfortable here! Getting to know you better and to share this experience with someone like you has been a blessing and I wouldn't change any second of it, thank you for everything you have done and for always being so sweet to me. I don't understand what I did to deserve all that but that just shows again how wonderful you are.

I'm wishing you a merry christmas! Surrounded by everyone you love and that makes you happy because you deserve that and so much more, please never change, never stop being like this, a special and wonderful person. I hope you enjoy this surprise :) Have a wonderful day Cille 💛

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-> From: @remy3010 (Remy)

Hihi Cille❤ I love your blog so much especially music analysis! I just fall in love with your music analysis since your first posts.

For me whose mother tongue is not English, it takes a while to read but I'd love to. Because these articles deserve more people to see (including me)！

I have read every article of yours, the content touches me all the time. (Sometimes I have a lot of words want to tell you, But I don’t know how to speak in English..sorry🥺so I give❤ and reblog)

Anyway, thank you for writing beautiful words and sharing with us! I hope you can keep this passion forever, and everything go well. May you have wonderful days my friend ❤

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-> From: @franboos (Francine)

hi bb cille,

wanted to tell u that i love u blog and the time u put into analyzing stuff is shhshdhdhdhd. queen shit. u seen so genuine to talk to idk, i get those nice, non judgmental, relaxed and cool vibes from u. lmao. pls stay on tumblr for as long as u can cuz i love ur posts. u notice such little things in clips from wtfock, like u have a very detailed eye miss hehe. i really want to get to know u more cuz i really think we could vibe v well together, and that’s on perioood 😌. i hope u have a great great day while reading this queen. never stop what you’re doing cuz ur great at it. i love you !!

many kusjes and knuffels*,

fran

(*knuffels means hugs but also stuffed animal in dutch, did u know that? otherwise now u do, nice isn’t it)

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-> From: @dagcutie (Pauline)

hey hey cille!!

I must admit i’m very much a fan of you and your blog

first of all, your posts? chefs kiss!! i mean your music analysis are amazing and so on point, your photo edits are always perfect and the colorings are so beautiful, your long text posts 'drabble/headcanon style' are so cute and always makes me so soft and emotional...

your love for black and white? that’s a big yes!! anyways everything you do is perfect!!

also can we take a moment to appreciate your person? i think we can and we must do it..

you’re always so supportive and kind, all the nice tags you let under peoples creations are so sweet!! I also could cry about how cute you are always leaving lovely messages to people inbox or coming randomly to them to say something nice.. you’re the most beautiful soul and a blessing for this fandom!! please never stop being you!! ily a lot, sending you all my love and i wish you an amazing day<3

knus og kys til dig💛✨

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-> From: @allee-sander (Tanya)

Cille, you are an amazing person. you are so kind and loving. every time i see you on my dash, my face lights up. you are a literal angel. you are loved and appreciated, never forget that.

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-> From: @tsjernobyl (Emma)

Cille, you are a genuinely kind and loving soul who's just on this site to talk about the things you love and spread a little joy and everyone can tell that the moment they go onto your blog. i've seen you be nothing but lovely to everyone you interact with and it's a real honor to be mutuals with you and interact from time to time. You are always one of the sweetest and most supportive people here, and i hope you feel that love flowing back to you at all times because you always have my warmest wishes and love!!!!!

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-> From: @dreamaur (Ann)

How does it feel to be so cool and sweet and supportive??? I love you and your mind and how you see so many details and capture them so well with words,,,queen keep going with your top tier analysis and text posts that make me emotional everything single time

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-> From: @annonymannonym (Alice)

Where do I even begin ummm ... well words may not be enough to describe such angelic human being that Cille is but today is about her *about you Cille* !♡! Honestly I’m so so happy and honoured and so grateful to have meet and know you and come along your blog and your amazing posts and edits , let’s s not forget about the masterpiece that your analysis is cuz I live for every single one of them ! Always so on point and touchy and so so emotionally, they give you a whole new perspective and point of view and helps you connect with the person that goes throught those feelings , helping you understand so much deeper the feelings and the emotions he experience in that right moment( so thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking your time and writing these it really shows how much passion and love you put on making these! they absolute helped me to understand and feel much more the meaning behind all these little moments you captured so so well and wonderful ! ) You’re always such a blessing here so lovely friendly so goodhearted and sooo on ... < insert here all the good compliments in the world > cuz they all applies to you ! Know that you’re so special and such a light a sunshine wherever you are and go , you always spread so much positivity and good energy and love and compassion and you support every single people your way comes along with and you shown so much respect and love and understanding ! Always with a wise and thoughtful mind and with the right words at you using them with so much care and mining fullness ! And your blog i love love love it the b&w aesthetic and your love for it owns my heart !! I adore your posts so much ( or ramblings or thoughts as you may call them but know they are so so much more than that its a way of yours to express yourself and open up and pour every feeling you experience and many people found themselves and feel with you , I find myself in them and resonate with them every time ! ahh and your tags that you write in every post are sooo sweet and cute i could read them all day long just coming on your blog and read them makes my day so much better ) they are such a good way to brighten your day and they put a smile on my face whenever i see you on my dash truly a blessing to have you here! Never forget how unique and special human being you are and every one who has you in their lives are very blessed to have you ! Never change being this beautiful inside and out but most importantly inside ! literally a tresure your soul is and must be protected at all cost so take very good care of it ! Don’t forget to always do what makes you happy and gives joy and peace and just you know that good feeling you have in your chest and heart whenever you do something you love and like with passion and joy. I could say so much more but maybe I’ll repeat myself cuz there are never enough compliments to say about how wonderful person you are! you deserve every single one of them ! I really meant every word i said from the bottom of my heart and know that i really apreciate and love all you do and I’ll be here to support you anytime! You deserve the absolute world and more!! love you Cille! ♡ Okey bye✿

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-> From: @robbesdriesen (Bianca)

Cille ~ such a lovely presence to see on my dash always!! Your support towards everyone in the fandom is more than appreciated and so is your love that you continuously aim to spread <3

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-> From: @happilyinsane (Dharaa)

Hey Cille 💕

Just wanted to say that I think you are really sweet and lovely. I see you everywhere on the tumblr. Wanna thank you for keeping this fandom alive during the drought and keep us entertained. I see your tags on people's posts and I always feel like you are so kind and sweet to spend your time appreciating people's work. Doesn't matter if its a photo or an edit or whatever. You are so nice to pay attention to everyone individually. You are such a good friend/mutual, always appreciating and sliding into their asks and just making their day a lil bit better. You definitely bring so many smiles on our faces. I am sure everyone is very thankful to have you in this fandom, I know I am.

I know we haven't interacted that much but thank you for sliding into my asks and giving me an opportunity to interact with you. You are the sweetest, baby. And I hope you like this whole thing that Rodrigo is doing, because you definitely deserve it. Keep lighting up our dashes with your posts, pls. Ilysm 💕

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-> From: @alwaysaneverland (Sarah)

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-> From: @theflowerisblue (Lola)

Cille! You’re such a present part of the tag! You’re always interacting and posting and I love reading what you have to say. Your music analysis are so interesting and I also think you’re really funny! I love your black and white aesthetic and most of all I love how supportive and positive you’re towards everyone!

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-> From: @fvae (Fae)

hi cille!! I'm really glad to have met you through this fandom and I hope you like the surprise!! I loved to read your song analysis because they're always on point and well thought of👌 💯  and your edits!! *chef's kiss*

sending you lots of love and hugs 💕💖💫

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-> From: @embeddedinmybrain (Tasfia)

Hi Cille! You are just a ray of sunshine!! And you are the sweetest and kindest person here. I loved following through with your wtfock music analysis posts bc everything you felt is exactly what I felt. They made me really emotional!! And of course I (and Sarah and Fae) appreciate your tags for moyo season so much. We wait for them and we read them to each other and we just love seeing your reactions to it. Your edits are incredibly amazing too and I love the colouring in them. You are just an amazing sweetheart and I’m so glad to know you 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

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-> From: @veerledejaegers (Soph)

Cille, you are very friendly and sweet, always insightful and seem like an incredibly lovely person that i hope i can get to know better ❤️(also love the black and white aesthetic)

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-> From: @sanderxrobbee (Semri)

Cilleeeeeeeeeeee loml!!!! Merry Christmas to you! I genuinely wish you all the best and I hope you get to spend all the holidays in the best way possible! You’re such a blessing to this fandom because you’re talented in every single way, whether it’s your writing or your godly Photoshop skills, oh and let’s not forget your dedication because you’re there all the time to brighten our days and make us smile. I haven’t known you for long, but I truly love and appreciate all you do and I’m grateful that you always take the time to compliment everything and everyone. You have no idea how much it makes me smile when you say my gifs are good because I’ve yet to learn a lot, but you are seriously one of the biggest reasons I haven’t given up the second something got too complicated. Where am I going with this? No idea. Anyway, I adore the fuck out of you and I’m happy to take part in this “project” because you really deserve all the love in the world. Once again, happy holidays!

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-> From: @hopelessromanticvirgo (Elene)

Talking about you Cille is making me always so emotional but I will try my best not to burst out from love and emotions. You’re one of the sweetest person here and I will never get tired of saying that.

We haven’t talked that much directly but I don’t need that to know you’re one of the greatest person here, I just know that for sure. I’m also sure about it because I can see the way you treat people? Even speaking about your tags? Like you take the time out of your day to make sure everybody gets love and everybody gets attention. You make all of us smile and I adore your tags on my stories. You can’t even imagine how many times I have reread your posts about it, like I crave it, I’m in love with it, it makes me feel so happy and so loved and I’m certain that everybody else feels the same way too. You always know how to make everybody’s day better and how to make them feel special.

And please, don’t even get me started on your posts! Your song analysis. Like I know I’ve told you this thousands of times before but I don’t care, I’m saying it again! The way you pictured and described all those songs and scenes!!! Like wow! I’d always reread your posts about that one specific scene after rewatching the season countless of times. (And you also did so many scenes!! I’m in awe and I’m emo from just thinking about it)

Watching clips were different but reading them with lyrics were a whole other thing. I just felt so connected with the whole story and scenes when I’d ready your posts. And connect scenes with the music and it was the best thing ever. Sometimes I still go back and reread some of my favorite posts of yours. I never get tired of it.

And you’re so kind and so sweet that I could write essays about it! Such a blessing to this world! I just love you a lot okay? Everybody needs somebody like you, somebody who shines from kindness and love and people around you must be so lucky who get to meet you everyday and talk to you!

Thank you so much for everything you do, for being you and for making my day better and making me smile every time you reblog my posts or every time I just see your username on my dashboard! It’s such a small gesture but means so much!

Thank you for existing, babe! I hope you’re gonna have a wonderful day! And I’m sending you the biggest hug and my positive vibes! I hope a smile never leaves your face! And I only wish the best things up onto you! I love you! ❤️❤️❤️

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-> From: @itubainaretro (Esther)

Cille, my queen!!! Hi, sweetheart! Just dropping by to say that I hope you’re having a good day, despite the situation that the world is in, and that you’re feeling happy, loved, cherished and warm today, because you’re you and you deserve to feel all the best feelings in the world! I wish you all the happiness in the world and that all your wishes come true too, because you sure deserve it! Thank you for being this amazing, inspiring, talented and sweet person that you are and that I’ve come to know a little bit in the past few months! I know we don’t exactly talk that much, but I want you to know that I love seeing you, your beautiful edits and your extremely heart warming “moments that live in my head rent free” posts on my dash daily! They all really make my days! Thank you for sharing your posts with us and making this fandom (and the world, honestly) a better place! You’re amazing and I’m really glad I pressed the follow button the day I did when I started following you! I hope this little message makes you smile today, babe! Best wishes and lots and lots of love,

Esther (itubainaretro) ♥️

PS: don’t forget to hydrate yourself, wear a mask and stay safe haha xxxx.

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-> From: @driesendotkom (Marie)

Dear cille,

the reason i‘m writing this is to simply say thank you. thank you for being such a stable part of the fandom. every time i go into the tag i know i will see you there and it makes me smile every time. i can’t tell you how many hours i spent reading every one of your song analysis. even now a year after season 3 ended i find myself going back to them now and then to reminisce and relive those moments all over again.

i also want to say thank you for being such a kind and welcoming person. you care so much about the people you are close to. you are so easy to talk to and you make the people around you feel comfortable instantly. you brought a little bit of hygge into my life and one more time i want to say thank you 💛

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-> From: @driesenrobbe (Becca)

my dear, sweet, cille! you never fail to make me smile and im beyond happy that we became mutuals! im sure i’ve already said this a million times before but you really do have the biggest heart and i couldn’t thank you enough for all the love and support you constantly share to everybody in the wtfock fandom. plus the talent you possess... girllllll i love seeing your edits and reading your posts (honestly your mind is just wowowowow, it’s on a whole other level of incredible and i hope you know just how wonderful you are). also the way you always write entire essays in the tags of other posts... like you really do take the time to make everyone feel so welcomed and loved, and I’m sending you an infinite amount of love and appreciation in return! you really are the sweetest, most caring person who deserves all the happiness in the world, an actual ray of sunshine! i hope you know how loved and cherished you are, and that good vibes are always being sent your way. Many hugs and kusjes, ilysm!!!! <3

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-> From: @mijnlief (Eline)

Dear Cille,

This year has been a weird one, but I do know that it has also been one of the best because of meeting you. In such a short time we became so close, and I am so grateful to have met you during these weird times. We are so alike in many ways and I love that so much. Our Skype conversations are my favorite and the essays you send me about my writing and just about me being me always make me feel happy and loved. You are the kindest and most generous person ever. I hope you know how special you are. I am so proud of you for everything you have achieved this year and for choosing yourself in situations where it got hard to make a choice in the first place. I know I tell you that everyday, but it doesn’t hurt to say it again right here. I hope this post makes you smile, because you deserve that so much for just being who you are. You bring happiness to all of my days and I can’t wait to hug you one day soon when everything in the world calms down again. I love you lots! 🧡 Eline

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-> From: @onzeziggy (Laurien)

My sweetest Cille, where do I even begin? I suggest we should just begin from the very beginning and I’m sorry in advance if this is going to be a long, sappy text! But now that I have the chance (shout out to Rodrigo) for saying everything I want, I’m not able to tell you how long this will take.

So Cille, I still remember very clearly the first time I saw your account appearing on my dash. It was a music analysis from one of the songs from season 3. I was so amazed by it, because I could imagine how much time it takes to make it and observe every little detail in a single clip. I immediately fell in love with the concept of it and one week later, when you posted another one, my mouth dropped to the floor. Another music analysis? From the same person? Who is she and how do I become her friend? After that second post, I immediately started following you and became your little fangirl. I don’t lie when I say I was waiting every week for a new update of your incredible music analysis nor when I say I loved every single one of them (and still do). I know I already said this a million times, but your words of telling what was going on in every clip, about the emotions present in them, and how the music blended all of it together… No one, and I mean no one could have done it any better! I will forever be grateful for those posts and I want to thank you once again for wanting to share them and your talent with us!

After the music analysis adventure, your picture edits catched my eye. I love them so so much and I also took some creation of it for making some myself. Still, I was this little fangirl, knowing your name is Cille, but also wanting to know so much more about the person behind one of my favorite blogs. And now, during this hiatus, I can say I’ve got to know you and I couldn’t be any happier about it! Starting with little comments in each other’s tags, having little chats in the comment sections to screaming about a possible drawing of Robbe from Sander on their one year anniversary. And look at us now, reblogging almost every post and writing essays in each other’s tags hahah! Honestly, it keeps me alive during these times and I’m so glad I can do this together with you! I live for your attacks! Aaaah now that I’m talking about an attack, the fact that you have a dimples post ready is making me so excited and I think about it every day! We both know what’s important in love and life and that’s Robbe’s dimples! But this right here shows once again what an amazing sweet person you are! No one on here has ever done anything like this for me before, so I can’t thank you enough for this and all the other things you did and still do for me! And the privilege I have to be able to call you my friend warms my heart <33

I’m going to end this with a little quote Robbe wrote in one of his Instagram posts. When I read it again a couple of days ago, I immediately thought of you and what we’ve been through together the last few weeks :’)) Once again, thank you so much for everything you do for me and for everyone here in this fandom and being the amazing person you are! You deserve the whole world for it!

“Sometimes it’s like we just met yesterday, but other days it seems like I already know you my whole life, I love you Cille!” <33

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I hope you enjoyed this💛 If you didn't know this community loved you yet (and I don't think that was possible), now you definetly do.

Extra: I'd like to thank once again everyone that took part it this surprise, you are all the sweetest for taking some time to write this and to help me with it! Thank you so so much✨

#Surprise! #Cille this is the least you deserve #but I'm so happy I got to do this #with the help of all this sweet people #I'm wishing you (and everyone) an amazing day! #and never forget that... #we all love you!

[80s-roger]

Flirty & Insistent

Pairing: 70s!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

note: female reader's ethnicity will not affect the person who reads it. She's just greek and she already has a name but the POV will be in second person.

also, i won’t post smuts/series as often as i did until next month, due to uni’s exams period. but i’ll reblog and stuff, u kno. I’ll work in the meanwhile your requests xx love you all 

ps i worked hard on this one, i hope you like it as much as i did. feedback will be massively appreciated.

requested by anonymous:

"Plss write something smutty about roger being a massive flirt and being soo cheeky the reader(after trying acting indifferent and unimpressed) eventually gives in to the temptation of letting him have his way with her?? 💕💕 "

masterlist // dialogue prompts

summary: you left your country a decade ago to study in the UK and after graduating you established in Mallorca, Spain to work as a mixologist. That summer night, you're working for a party arranged by Queen's management to celebrate their "A Day At The Races" era success. The blonde drummer notices you fixing drinks with confidence and doesn't lose the chance to flirt with you. He's just trying too hard because you play it uninterested until he has his way with you.

word count: 3,933

warnings: surface sex, slow burn (becauase they were talking a lot before, idk if it really is a slow burn tho)

A huge party was taking place in Mallorca, with the famous rock band Queen being the main guests of the event. You were one of the bartenders so all you had to do that night was fixing drinks for every person until they'd be shitfaced. The preparations were ready: the event was hosted at the beachside, opposite the calm waves and the golden sand. The sunset was magical to stare at, ready to welcome the bright moon. You had a moment to appreciate it before guests would come at any moment. It was the only thing that reminded you of your ex without feeling angsty about it; you gotta admit you didn't break up with good terms. It was toxic, yet heartbreaking. You loved that man but he left after cheating on you. It's been half a year and you needed to give yourself a break from dating and making out regardless of how social your job is and how much flirt you've received.

The guests arrived, minute by minute they'd get from fifty to hundred. Many people were coming to your counter to order drinks and cocktails. Beautiful women and attractive men would try to flirt with you but turned them down politely saying while you're working you can't do otherwise so they respected it. All these people were actually invited by Queen, their management and the entire record company. They were all celebrating Queen's "A Day At The Races" success and certainly the band which were yet to be seen until midnight.

You were working your ass for a couple of hours now until the band showed up. You could tell by the huge welcoming. The applause, the cheers and definitely women cajoling over them. Here they were standing in the centre of attention, thanking everyone for supporting them and buying their records. Their music was playing at the stereo and you couldn't prevent yourself from jamming to their songs.

When their speech was over, everyone was free to do what they wanted so your bar counter was full again with people chatting and drinking. You saw the entire fucking band coming to your place, obviously for an order. You tried to stay calm because hands-off, you liked their music and fangirled a lot when you saw them live last year in London with your boyfriend.

"Hello beautiful, can I have some Moet & Chandon, please? I really need to celebrate!" Freddie spoke first, carrying a wide smile on his face.

"Sure." You kindly accepted his offer.

"I'd like the same with Freddie." Brian interrupted when you moved behind to grab the expensive bottle and open it.

"So do I." John added and you nodded to grab three glasses, for now.

"And you?" You turned your gaze to the blonde handsome drummer who was already checking you out, focusing especially on your face.

"What do you suggest?" He asked with his eyes being totally flirty.

"Ah, darling, just give us the bottle. Roger is kind of undecided when it comes to drinks." Freddie felt the weird vibe growing between Roger and you. John and Brian giggled, looking whether at Roger or you.

"Eh, our waiter will do it for you. Just sit at your table and he'll take care of you." You kindly warned and he laughed.

"Oh, alright then love. We'll wait for our bottle." He laughed and left with his bandmates, leaving Roger and you alone.

"So? What do you suggest?" Roger turned his gaze back at your eyes.

"What do you feel like drinking? Something sweet, strong, alcohol-free?" You asked trying to help him but he was certainly not trying to find what to drink. He was clearly trying to flirt with you.

"Something to keep me up all night, I guess. But don't make me feel dizzy." He put on a crooked smile and hell, he was attractive as fuck. He knew how to play.

"Right, how does a mojito sound?" You recommended.

"Sounds nice and local." He smiled and you turned around to grab the ingredients. "Are you local? 'Cause your accent doesn't sound British to me." He asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Eh no, I am from the Mediterranean area though." You laughed after turning again to him.

"Italian?" He guessed.

"Greek." You answered.

"Oh, I've been to Greece twice." He started.

"Really? When?" You turned your gaze surprised. You had no idea he has come to Greece for holidays.

"Two years ago I was with my ex-girlfriend, in Santorini. The sunset there is amazing. And the next year I went with John and Brian to Crete. We needed a dose of some Mycenaean civilisation. Thankfully we weren't noticed by fans or anyone else. We were clearly there for tourism." He explained. You were impressed he's seen your country, visited two of the many islands your country has.

"Well, we had some political issues when you guys came to Greece. We were recovering from the junta and had some important historical issues by the end of 1974 so I doubt they'd run behind you, no offence." You laughed while fixing his drink.

"Oh, that's bad. But I understand. How come you're here in Mallorca being a bartender?" He asked and leaned closer to you. There was a nice conversation going on.

"Before junta ruled my country, I was sent to England to study because my parents thought I would be privileged. Now you see me in Mallorca because I work here and besides, I wanted to live somewhere that reminds me of Greece. Studying abroad has the privilege of learning a new culture, a new way of life and so on. Which is so wrong for the locals back home." You explained and cut a slice of lemon before having it ready for him.

"Wait, by saying it's wrong, you mean that..." his brain stopped working for a second trying to understand what you meant.

"Patriarchy is the keyword. They want women to get married at 18 and start a family. But obviously, women have to stay home." You were triggered at your words and internally thanked your parents for giving you the chance to go abroad.

"Cheers to your parents then. I wouldn't get the chance to meet you tonight." He was impressed by your short storytime. "How do I say bottoms up in Greek?" He laughed after you placed him his drink.

"It's pronounced áspro páto." You smiled after saying a Greek word. It must have been a year since you last spoke Greek. You haven't visited Greece for a long time. You found yourself in Mallorca. It's spiritually free and not restricting.

"So, I haven't asked you yet. What's your name?" Roger asked after drinking. He made an oddly satisfying grimace which meant he liked your drink.

"Oh, it's Ellen." You answered. His gaze was literally focused on you the entire time. He wouldn't give up this easy.

"So Ellen, make yourself a drink. It's a treat for you." He offered and you kindly accepted. It's not bad, you've been offered many times. Besides, you needed a drink to stay energised.

"Thank you, Mr Taylor." You thanked him and then his smile vanished.

"If you want us to be in good terms, it's gonna be Roger." His hand was warning you.

"Thank you, Roger." You slightly smiled. "It's just that..." you stopped and checked around if your boss is nearby. "We are obliged to speak to our guests in plural." You whispered and he nodded. Possibly understood the situation.

"So what are you doing later?" He asked after swallowing a sip of his mojito.

"We're cleaning the mess and we're heading homes." You said after drinking a shot. A treated drink.

"I'm not talking about your colleagues. I'm talking about you." He was straightforward. He was so into you, it was obvious.

"Oh well, I'll clean up the mess and I'm heading home." You changed the point of view trying to cut off his flirty attitude.

"When's that time? Dawn?" He guessed.

"Probably at the morning. It's a Queen party, I doubt people will leave before the sun rises." You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

"So..." he started. "Have you been listening to our music?" He asked.

"Yes, since your first album. It was brilliant for a newly formed band." You said with a huge smile on your face and he appreciated it. He appreciated that you didn't fangirl in front of him, having that humble and uninterested attitude. He liked feeling like a predator trying to catch his bait.

"What's your favourite song of A Day At The Races?" He asked. He likes talking to people about his music.

"Definitely Somebody To Love." You affirmed, feeling passionate about your answer, that it seemed you could relate your existence to this song.

"Oh, it's a band's fave too. Well, you relate to this song, don't you?" He asked and his body was closer to yours. The counter was the only thing beside you.

"I guess I do." You looked down for a moment, thinking of your ex but his hand touched your jaw trying to lift you up. Your eyes were looking into his and this is how you noticed how blue they eventually are. An ocean.

"Is it about a guy? I'm sure he doesn't deserve you." He tried to cheer you up with his soft smile.

"It's not that. It's..." you sighed. "Well, this is getting too personal." You pulled back trying to stop the situation. But he wouldn't abandon his try.

"Do you have any specific lyric of the song you relate the most?" He asked.

"Yes, there is that one: I've spent all my years in believing you but I just can't get no relief, Lord." You kind of explained the situation within a couple of lyrics. "He cheated on me. He had the audacity of saying it to my face and left without looking back or apologising." You nearly tore but tried to keep it for yourself. This is getting too personal and you're opening your heart to a stranger that you feel comfortable with. Maybe because you've been listening to him and his bandmates for years and you've seen him live too.

"You know..." he looked down for a second trying to find the words. "At least he was honest. He could keep you for his entertainment if things didn't work with the girl he possibly slept with." He tried to wake you, but he was right.

"I don't even know how long he was cheating on me. However, I did notice a weird behaviour in the last couple of months we were together." You answered.

"Be happy that you're not with him anymore. He took your love for granted. This is not how it works." He said with his eyes still focused on yours.

"You know, we once saw you live. Last year." You tried to avoid talking about your ex the entire time.

"Oh! That's great! Did I look nice?" He joked and he gained a laugh from you. That made him feel nice.

"Definitely, you always look nice." You took a moment to check him out. And hell, he looks and smells so nice.

"I'm flattered." He smiled and you pulled back again to do your job. You could see your boss staring at you. That wasn't good.

"You better get going, my boss is supervising us." You said and he got the hint. You were as cold as you could be.

"Sure, will I see you later?" He asked and stood up from his chair, ready to leave.

"No. I'll be too tired by then." You answered and he was saddened by your reply. He thought he had you. His flirting wasn't sufficient. Which means he had to try again.

He left and walked to his bandmates, they were there talking about their success until Roger joined their conversation but it changed as soon as he sat on the sofa next to Brian.

"So, how did it go Rog?" Freddie asked and they were all ready to hear.

"She seems so uninterested and hard to get, I have to try again." He took out one of his cigarettes, ready to smoke and think.

"Ah, your type of girls Roger." Brian laughed. "You like feeling a hunter don't you?" He added.

"Of course I do. But she recently broke up and I reckon she's still into him. How do women's brains work anyway?" He asked, frustrated.

"Oh darling, I don't see her as stuck with her ex as you think she is. She's been avoiding your flirting because she works here." Freddie had a point and John nodded.

"Just wait for her shift to end and make a move. She noticed you were flirting with her." John suggested and they all agreed to it.

"It's gonna take hours. She said it's possible for the party to end after dawn. She also has to clean up with her colleagues." Roger explained and turned his gaze back to you. But you were already looking at him and when you noticed, you turned back to your counter.

"Fine, then do it now," Freddie advised and Roger looked at you considered. "Wait where's she going?" Freddie asked after noticing your figure leaving your position.

"James, would you mind taking my place for a moment? I really need to use the bathroom." You called for your colleague who politely came to your counter.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll be here as long as you need." He smiled and you left for the bathroom to take a very needed pee.

"Shall I go after her?" Roger asked.

"Fucking go!" Freddie pushed Roger to run after you no matter how awkward it would be.

You walked in the staff-only bathroom, rushing to the toilet. After drinking a few shots, you needed to pee like a champion. When you pushed the flusher you unlocked your door and the very first thing you saw, was Roger standing at the wall.

"What the hell are you doing here, get out!" You were shocked by his presence and he wouldn't move.

"This is the only chance I have with you right now. Your boss can't see us." He came closer to you.

"No, but he'll get suspicious!" You tried to pull back until you reached the counter. Now you were sandwiched between Roger and the counter. There was no space between you. His face was coming closer to yours.

"I locked the door in any case." His nose tickled yours and his hands placed you on top of the counter, sitting now and having his bulge, against your area. That feeling is the shit.

"I work here, I can't..." you tried to refuse but the feeling of getting fucked couldn't stop you.

"I can't be in this toilet too, but here I am." His lips touched yours with passion and lust. His arms wrapped your waist and lowered down to your arse, squeezing it gently and your hands moved to his neck and his cheeks, trying to hug most of it. You haven't gotten kissed nor fucked for a long time.

Living on the west side of Europe had given you many opportunities. The situation you're currently now couldn't even be referred to Greek religious people as a joke. They'd freak out and tell you crap like you ashamed your honour, your family and your future husband. Your parents were too open-minded to let you live in West Europe and live your life as you wanted to. You had sex with your boyfriend at nineteen, with no need to be your first wedding night, you wear shorts on summers because you feel like it and now you're having a one night stand with a rockstar of a band you like and it's never gonna be the same anymore. You played it hard-to-get because you felt it was wrong. But it wasn't. It's just one more experience to add to your diary.

"Are you sure you want to do this, here?" He stopped the kiss for a second, to ask for your approval.

"Yes, but let it be fast, or I'll be in trouble." You checked at the door. "Are you certain the door's locked?" You asked.

"Yes, I am. It's just that..." he stopped.

"What?" You were scared he regretted it and he'd leave you like the mess you already are.

"I want to get more of you, but in this counter, I don't have the chance. I'll cope with it." He unbuttoned your suit while your hands tried to unzip his jeans.

"If you stay a little longer in Mallorca, you can get more of me." You winked and he smiled, thinking he has more chances with you.

"Works for me." He whispered and turned to your lips again for a passionate kiss.

He helped you with taking your suit off, now staying on your bra when your hands put his jeans down. "Mind taking your bra off?" He asked while his mouth travelled your neck, giving it soft kisses.

"I'd rather wear it..." you refused taking it off after gaining a lot of insecurities because of your ex-boyfriend. You remember him saying how small your breasts are and with that, no other man can see it. Your A-cups haven't be seen by any other man. Not even by your ex after the second time, you had sex with him.

"As you wish..." he didn't insist and pulled your skirt up, on your waist, with his bulge rubbing against your core and turning you instantly wet. "How long has it been?" He asked after noticing the humidity between your legs with his hand.

"Must be eight months. I'm out of practice." You sighed.

"Don't feel bad about it, I'll do the work. You're already wet for me. I like it." He bit his lower lip and turned to your lips again, for a deep kiss. "God, you are fat-bottomed aren't you?" He smiled between the kiss after squeezing your thighs and your small waist. "I'm starting to have a thing for greek girls." He complimented your body type and that boosted your low confidence level. With a simple move, he placed you against the mirror, taking your thong off your left leg to have clear access inside your wet area. His hand pulled his erected penis out of his black underwear, ready to thrust inside you.

"You better start before I cum untouched." You exhaled and balanced yourself at the counter.

He smirked and trusted inside you, feeling him completely weird inside you, maybe because you haven't had sex for more than half a year. The sensation was amazing and penetration was always the thing that released you from thoughts. His hands squeezed your thighs and each thrust was a try to pull you closer to his pelvis. You couldn't stop breathing heavily. You had to be quiet and so did he. It was a staff-only bathroom and the key was turned horizontally so no-one could break in with a spare key.

"Oh god, this is amazing..." you moaned at every pleasuring wave while your hands played with his blonde hair.

"Fuck, yes, you're so tight and wet for me." He tightened his teeth as he exhaled into your ear.

His thrusts were giving you the orgasm you haven't had for a long time. It was the tension between you, that made it more passionate but fast enough to make you come earlier than you thought. Soft whimperings coming from your mouth sent him the message that you were close enough and so was he. You could tell by his sharp thrusts, getting smoother and sudden. His gaze was focused on your eyes. Your sight was getting blurry and your legs began to shake; it happens when you reach your orgasm and it feels terrific.

"Ah, God..." you moaned and tilted your head behind, where the mirror is. "That was so refreshing." You gasped after wearing your thong again.

"Ain't gonna lie, but this WC shag was the best I had." He laughed and wore his underwear and jeans again.

"I can't make comparisons to it, I've only had two boyfriends in my life and this is my first time fucking a stranger at my workplace's restroom." You buttoned your suit and stood up from the counter to fix yourself.

"Stranger?" He asked confused.

"Stranger, Roger. I mean, I do know you're a rockstar, a member of my favourite band and I've seen you live once but it won't change the fact you're a stranger. I know you as a persona, not as a person. You get it?" You tried to explain how it feels.

"Oh, I see." He nodded. "Will I see you again? I want to know you as a person if you want that too." He suggested.

"Sure." You kissed his cheek gently, letting him take the lead. You wanted him to make the move. "I'll just walk out from the WC first and make sure no one sees you when you get out." You said and walked through the door until someone tried to get in. A knock on the door was heard.

"Ellen, are you still in there?" It was James.

"Yes, I'm coming." You internally panicked and hinted at Roger to hide in the toilet. "Hey James, is everything alright?" You asked after opening the door.

"Yes, I wanted to check on you. You were absent for a quarter. Are you okay? You look like a mess." James liked you for a long period of time but he wasn't your type. He's way too cute for your standards.

"Yeah, I'm fine... I just felt a little dizzy and wanted to wash my face with cold water. I needed it." You lied after checking your face in the mirror. You were red as a tomato.

"Oh, fine then. You should get back to your post. The boss has been looking for you." He pointed outside and you felt really bad about it. Your boss suspects you since the moment you started chatting with the blonde man hiding in the toilet.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute." You closed the door to his face and rushed to the toilet where Roger was hiding.

"You're a cute little liar, aren't you?" He teased and gave you a little slap on your butt cheek.

"I won't be anymore if my boss finds out." You rushed, trying to leave the toilet.

"How will I reach you?" He asked trying to learn your phone number.

"Just come at my post and I'll hand you a drink." You declared and left the room, heading fastly at your post. You stared at the Queen members, looking at you all smiles and winks. They probably knew what happened a quarter ago.

You fixed another drink for Roger, trying to look calm and relaxed. But you weren't. You were tense and it could be seen. Two minutes later, Roger came to your counter again with a crooked smile on his face, waiting for the drink. He was looking whether at his bandmates or you. There was absolute silence.

"Here's your drink." You smiled and handed his drink with a small paper around the glass. He carefully grabbed the paper so it couldn't be seen and walked away, heading to the balcony.

He grabbed the paper, unfolded it and there was your phone number and a note in it: "thanks for giving me a good time Rog"

He smirked at your note and placed it in his pocket, anticipating the moment he'd call you.

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[theangrypokemaniac]

I'll state from the beginning that the images below display the sort of sweet synchronicity to which only love can give life:

MaAndPaShipping is the best ship, and here are five reasons why:

1. It Made James

Like the boy do yer? Ever felt the slightest tingle of warmth at the mention of his name?

Well get down on yer knees and give thanks to his mother and father for gifting him to the world!

Where would we be without their remarkable commitment? Could James have grown into the dandified dream boat of your desires if deprived of the safety provided by his parents?

Had they not brought him up, he'd be dead, The Dog of Flanders fantasy made reality. If miraculously he survived, foraging in the wild is not conducive to a foppish personality.

Is that to yer fancy? No? Then let's have a little respect. The luxury Ma and Pa gave enabled his macaroni tendencies to reach such heights.

Their love created him! How can it not be celebrated?

You lot would ship Jessie's parents but you can't, because she has no dad, and I don't suppose you'll ever assent to his obvious identity of Windy Miller, although 'Jessie Miller' has a wonderful ring to it, so what can be done?

Should a Pa Jess be conjured for the purpose, he still buggered off, didn't he? Where's the allure in a faithless git?

I can't comprehend the obsession with Ma Jess. As soon as here she's stiff, and what is there to remember but coercing her daughter into eating snow?

Hey, I named her. What more do you want from me?

I'd rather have the living, visible ancestors, if you don't mind.

Yeah, says the history fanatic.

Why not make the most of the chances offered, and follow a devoted couple whose love made a difference to your existence?

2. Canon!

There are many ships which I find repulsive for involving depravity, or absurd as the subjects haven't met, or don't inhabit the same fictional universe.

Video et taceo: I see and I say nothing.

Neither does anyone. Forcing decent folk in to incest, bestiality etc. is quite alright.

Perverted ideas are left alone, but woe betide a Rocketshipper, because that's offensive.

It may be the only original ship left standing, with proper evidence and sanctioned by Nintendo, but no, it's fair game for undermining. People pick at your arguments, quibble constantly and NEED to register their objections NOW. You MUST be made aware of opposition. You're not to be permitted your views the way those with twisted tastes are indulged.

Why, out of tens of thousands of combinations, does making Jessie and James an item provoke hostility?

The strength of negativity actually serves as validation, for why be so concerned if it's an impossible relationship?

However sick they are, I'm not anti any ship. I can't muster sufficient interest to do it, and if I scroll on, I forget. I certainly don't attack those responsible.

Anti-Shipping is inherently nihilistic for promoting loneliness. They aren't against Rocketshipping through wanting Jessie and James to be with someone else, as an alternative is not readily available, so the outcome of it is neither finding a companion.

MaAndPaShipping attracts no sourpuss silliness, for 'tis canon beyond question. There's nothing about being 'just friends' when married with a son.

How's the state of your O.T.P.? Not looking too clever I expect, and what's your contribution: wishing, and hoping, and thinking, and praying?

Cast it off! None of that longing is necessary in these quarters, as MaAndPaShipping is a fait accompli.

Hallelujah! Wallow in that Love!

Don't you yearn for at least one ship that all of us accept by default, to the extent these aristocrats are spoken of as a single unit?

Across the internet, Ma and Pa are bracketed as 'James's parents', never 'he' and 'she', always 'they', barely counting as distinct characters. That's how undeniable the love is between them. Sheer indifference has awarded it a blessing from everyone.

MWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!

Of course, now I've drawn attention to it the moaning will start, but we all know a spoilsport when we see one.

If they had any legitimate complaints they ought to have mentioned 'em before this piece highlighted the marriage!

Except it won't have occurred to 'em previously, proving the eternal, indissoluble quality of MaAndPaShipping.

You get good value with this one.

Find a post referring to Ma and Pa as individuals and I'll have written it, for that's what you call ironic.

3. It's a Fine Rocketshipping Proxy

I was at primary school when Pokémon hit the West like the bright, bearded meteor it is, atomizing all competition for a child's attention.

I have shipped Jessie and James before I knew anyone else did it, unaware shipping was even a thing.

There are other pairs where I think: 'That seems to fit', but it's incomparable to what I feel for them.

It is part of me. I bleed it.

I have shipped it longer than most Tumblerries have dwelt upon the earth.

I used to believe, what with the hints and manga finale, that this resolution was  inevitable, and all I had to do was wait.

Well I've been patient for two decades now, thus when I look at the modern incarnation, and realise it's no nearer to that goal, and instead is further away, waiting starts to wear a bit thin.

I resent the lack of appreciation shown to the fans by the cretins in charge, how any meagre shippy inclusion is done not with an interest in deepening bonds, but with the blatant cynicism of moulding us into performing monkeys dancing to their manipulative tune.

I dislike being treated like a sea lion, expected to clap me flippers at the wave of a fish, or as a panting dog begging at top table, where, because they're desperate to maintain the status quo, every scrap flung down from above now comes with an Anti-Ship kick in the teeth, just to be sure nothing progresses. Not whilst the franchise can still be milked for all it's worth.

I have lost faith Rocketshipping will happen. What passes for Pokémon today carries not the remotest indication of any intention on the so-called writers' part to finish it that way.

Even if it did, it's not my Team Rocket, it's those skeletal, gargoyle bastardisations. My Jessie and James never got the reward they deserved.

I'm somewhat in the market for a replacement. Beneath this loathsome carapace of acid and ice beats the tender heart of a true romantic, and it must have an outlet!

Shipping Ma and Pa provides a certain spurious relief, because it's as close as you can get to Jessie and James without it being them, both biologically as his parents, but they're so similar to the duo it counts as proof in itself.

Holy Matrimony! is prime Rocketshipping territory, not merely the balloon lift, but many slight additions are as important, like the haircuts matching.

Ma and Pa are therefore Jessie and James in the past, present and future:

The past for representing Jess 'n' Jamie gone Victorian, and we've all wondered how that'd turn out.

The present as it's there right now, absent of suffering the shameless whims of morons to get what you want. 'Tis yours to savour.

The future as a glimpse of Jessie and James once married with children, and they agree:

That's how they play it given the opportunity!

What, James in blue, for his and Pa's hair, and Jessie wearing purple, like Ma's, with a red shawl for her own, and Ma Jess's orange earrings to copy the beads?

• Money!

• Bun!

• 'Tache!

• Classy pad!

• Fancy gear!

• Pampered pet!

• Identical cups of Earl Grey!

4. Original Blend

Ma and Pa have only got two fans! We care more than the entire fandom has in twenty years!

Rocketshipping art is ten a penny, so why not display a pioneering spirit, sharpen up those pencils and be inspired?

Let your mind expand and marvel at the possibilities of these unchartered territories, and I'll reblog it if it's nice.

Pay attention to the condition of it being nice. I'm not putting up with any old toss.

Real Ma and Pa is what I want too, not those Sinnoh coffin-dodgers.

It's never been done! Every drawing breaks new ground!

I don't like fan fiction, but I wouldn't say 'no' to that either. Recall the 'nice' stipulation again.

Come on, be the first amongst your friends and get ship shape!

5. It Gives Us All Hope

Suppose your favourite amour one day became canon: you imagine that's the end of the matter?

Well it ain't.

Between Ash, Misty, Brock, Jessie, James, Gary and Tracey, there are three-and-a-half out of fourteen parents (Flint doesn't count as a complete man) and one out of twenty-eight grandparents, and that's not enough!

If the series drew to a close with your beloved couple apparently walking into the happily-ever-after, there's no guarantee it'll endure. In fact, the odds are they'll split up within a few years and leave another generation to fend for themselves or starve.

That's right, so don't presume the final episode is all you need to worry about. Can you rest easy knowing it'll go pear-shaped once the camera stops rolling?

It's futile soothing one's worries with:

Oh, but they know what it's like to be alone. They'd never inflict such stress on their children.

Oh really?

Look at that poor showing of grandparents. Either Pokémon has a system reminiscent of the sci-fi film Logan's Run, where everyone over thirty is vapourized, or these disappearing maters and paters were themselves victims of abandonment.

I bet when they settled down, they thought it'd be different for their kids, they'd make sure of it, but no, off they went down that same route of feckless self-indulgence, and that's being kind assuming they intended not to repeat history.

Depressing eh? What's the good in any of us surrendering to romance, real or otherwise, if love is but a mayfly of emotion, and all dreams are doomed to die?

Then Ma and Pa arrive, and suddenly the storm clouds part for a ray of heavenly light.

It's not only that they made the effort in what was probably an arranged marriage and have stayed together from youth, it's that they've stayed together when no one else has, which augments its value.

When separation is commonplace, sticking it out becomes rarer and rarer as any belief in the sanctity of wedlock erodes with every failure.

If they didn't bother, why should I? What's the use when it won't work?

Once that idea enters your head, it's over, and your gloom-laden attitude fulfils itself.

Society is collapsing about Ma and Pa's ears, but they persevere nevertheless, refusing to buckle under the turgid malaise engulfing the arrogant and weak.

It's bloody beautiful, man!

You may suggest an environment of supreme wealth erases normality, and to their class and time period divorce is still taboo, so they don't really have much of choice but to remain wedded.

Ah, but it's not as if they simply tolerate one another for appearances, or carried on for the sake of their son (which is more than anyone else did besides), not when he walked out on them.

They've been married longer than James has lived, so at least eighteen years (don't all squeal at once), and they're still blissfully contented!

They hold hands!

They use terms of endearment like 'dear' and 'my precious'!

They were made for one another!

They work as a team!

They want the same thing for James!

It could bring a stone angel to tears it's so beautiful!

See what success can be achieved when you try? When you endeavour to love the one you're with and make yourself worth loving in return?

Better that than chucking 'em at the first sign of trouble.

Ma and Pa is such an irrevocable union even the despair of losing their only child failed to tear 'em asunder, and that'd defeat many, but not this husband and wife.

Be grateful, for it means all is not in vain.

It doesn't have to be misery and pain: love can last despite the pressure of a wretched, hollow culture bent on self-destruction. Your ship might just succeed too.

God bless 'em for keeping the magic alive!

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Why do I have the presentiment that I'm going to regret encouraging support?

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