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thatdesklamp · 1 month

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Hello, and (for the moment) ‘see you in a while’ from old desklamp.

(Quick edit now I’ve written this all out: Oh, lordie—I’ve just realised that this sounds like I’m announcing I’m giving up on IW. I’m not! I promise. This is all about how I’m trying to facilitate my writing process. IW is not being dropped: let’s get that out of the way first, lmao.)

Hello all! I’ve been doing some self-reflecting, and I’ve come up with this: I’ve struggled with writing ‘Intrinsic Warmth’ for a long time now.

Alll too often I’ve been sat with my laptop for hours having only managed to squeeze out one or two paragraphs that I don’t even like all that much anyway. I haven’t felt satisfied by writing for a long time, and so I just haven’t written anything. It’s been months since I’ve written something worth reading for IW, and I’ve been having a think as to why.

I think it comes down to two things; I’ve been feeling a lot of pressure in writing IW, and I’ve become too fixated on the instant gratification of feedback from you guys.

First: the pressure. IW has gotten bigger than I ever considered it would be, especially recently (as in, in the jjk season 2 era). The support and feedback continues to blow me away, and I’m staggered every time I stop to actually consider the magnitude of the response that IW has gotten. It’s genuinely crazy.

All that is to say: I wasn’t prepared for this!! I don’t mean that in any resentful way at all, I want to be clear. Moreso that it’s easy to feel a bit overwhelmed by it all. I know that, relative to other huge ao3 fics, IW isn’t even that huge. But I also recognise that in the ‘Gojo x reader scene’, it’s pretty up there, even if we’re just looking through a ‘filter by most kudos’-ed fic angle. There’s a been big response, and I’m just one person, lmao. But come on, I absolutely love it, and I’m so grateful that people have enjoyed the stuff I’m writing—but as more and more people have been picking it up I’ve felt a definite pressure put upon me. It’s a pressure to write well, and to write more, and to write good things more often. This isn’t to do with anything anyone’s said, don’t worry, but more as an expected consequence of IW picking up traction.

I feel more and more like a ‘popular author’, and feel like I’m doing you guys a disservice with my infrequent updates. I truly do appreciate the reassurance of ‘you can update whenever you want!’, genuinely, but I’m also an ao3 reader myself! I empathise with and understand the frustration that must be felt when I go months between updates. Writing has never come at the expense of my personal, academic or social life (hence why I’ve never tried to tie myself down with an update schedule: I’d never be able to keep to it), and I’d never want it to. I want to keep writing as it’s always been: one of my hobbies. But as IW increases in popularity, it feels like it almost *should* take priority over other things, and this has left me feeling pretty overwhelmed.

My second reason: I’ve also become a tad too dependent on feedback. When IW was in its fledgling stages, I didn’t show it to anyone at all, and was ‘writing for myself’ in the barest sense of the phrase. Only one of my irl friends has read any of it, and when I was first uploading it, when I had about 5ish comments per chapter, any feedback I was getting would always be secondary to my own. I was writing for myself, because I enjoyed writing and I enjoyed what I was writing about, and it just so happened that there were a few people who felt the same as me.

It’s very different now! And I much prefer it now—it’s every writer’s dream to have had such an overwhelmingly positive response to their writing. And now it gets to the point where I can check my emails, or look at my tumblr notifications, and there’ll always be new for me. And whilst I absolutely love this, it’s pretty addictive, checking again and again, seeing what people are saying. This positive response from others is more instantly gratifying than the slow, steady, personal enjoyment I get from writing.

It sounds silly, I know, but I’ve been writing this hunger games fic (completely spontaneous, likely never to be published), and no-one’s read it but me, and it’s reminded me how much I really do like writing. I’ve loved the process of writing it, because the only person whose opinion I’m listening to is my own.

I don’t want to discourage people from reaching out to me, leaving comments, even talking about IW, anything like that. That’s not what I mean. But this is me recognising that I should probably take a step back from the non-writing side of writing: being active on tumblr, constantly checking asks, making posts, etc. Know that whilst I may not immediately respond to you, once I get back in the swing of things over here, I will do. I just need to sort out my personal priorities a bit, I think.

Saying this, I know I haven’t been all that active recently (this has honestly been intentional: I’ve been trying to wean myself off it, lmao) but for the immediate future, I’m making that more definite: I’m going to try to revert my focus to writing. I’m going to stay off tumblr for a bit, until I’ve gotten back into the swing of writing and don’t find myself so focused on the feedback side of it all. Hopefully this’ll spark up some more genuine passion in me! Please know that if you’ve written an ao3 comment, I have read it. I don’t know when I will respond to them, but I definitely will, I just want to keep my focus on the personal side of writing for the moment.

Thank you to everyone! Again, this is just me going off the grid for a while: not a big fuckoff goodbye or anything. If this is unreasonably theatrical, blame my drama GCSE. Going off to do some writing now. See you guys!

#intrinsic warmth

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writefightandflightclub · 1 year

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Im kinda obsessed with the idea of marc or santi having a professional soccer player boyfriend/partner. They'd be so supportive and come to all your games and help you practice. Thanks world cup for the inspiration

Omg! Thank you for sharing this headcanon with me, Anon! I am now picturing Santiago in a full soccer kit and so thank you also for that glorious mental image 🥵. God. It just works on him.

Also, I can totally see this for him and I think they would be SO perfect together! 🥹

I wrote a very quick blurb/one-shot of Santi x Masc!Soccer player!Reader below. (I hope that’s okay? I know you didn’t technically ask me to write anything but I was CONSUMED by the idea of these two and I think they might even be soulmates so there! 😝)

Please be warned it is 18+ so please do NOT read or interact with this if you are a minor.

On the defensive: Santiago “Pope” Garcia x masc!soccer player!reader

Summary: Commitment-averse Santiago Garcia never expected to fall for a soccer player. But there’s something about it that just makes sense.

Genre: it does include recurring sexual themes but it is largely fluffy.

Author’s note: Can safely say this is something that never would have occurred to me to write without your amazing idea, anon, so kudos to you! (Written very quickly so almost certainly typos and likely a bit scrappy.)

Reader: he/him pronouns used and masc word endings in Spanish. No anatomical descriptions (implied penis-owner but enough scope for interpretation and never stated explicitly), use of traditionally masc terms like boyfriend, fella, handsome etc. in ref to reader.

Warnings: flirtatious chat/innuendo, recurring mentions of oral sex, mentions of arousal etc., making out (I couldn’t help it they’re so into each other!) Established relationship. Alcohol mentions. Mentions of prior leg injury (no details).

Gif by @vera-kozhemiakina

“Whyyyy, Tío Santi?” Frankie’s little daughter mewls whilst clinging on to her favourite honorary Uncle’s leg. “Why you have to gooooo?”

Santi’s heart cleaves in two as he watches the crocodile tears bead in her big brown eyes as he prepares to depart. He smiles at the display of affection and reaches to fondly muss her hair. “Because your second favourite Uncle” -he chuckles to himself even if you’re not there to hear the dig- “has a game today, sweetie, and I need to be there.”

“Whyyy?” Her bottom lip juts out, and he can see her teetering on the edge of a tantrum; but Santi manages to bring it back.

He crouches before her, coming to eye-level, and takes her little hands firmly in his.

“Because I love him and so I want to be there to cheer him on. But,” -he gently tickles her tummy and she giggles chaotically - “we’ll both come over next weekend. Take you and Budweiser for milkshake. We got a deal, Princesita?”

Santi cracks an encouraging grin as she mulls it over, and he can see the cogs turning. Her eyes tick over to the couch where Budweiser lays - her favourite plushie, gifted by Benny - so named “because it’s Uncle Benny’s word. He says it alllllll the tiiiime.”. Frankie had been mortified at first to have his kid shouting “Budweiser!” in the park, but he had slowly caved to his girl’s insistence that since the naming ceremony was now concluded, there was nothing else for it but to get on board, stat. He had.

“Okay,” she nods suddenly, the crocodile tears drying as quickly as they had arrived. She sticks her little thumb in the air. “Deal.”

Deepening crinkles radiate from out of the corner of Santiago’s eyes, and his smile turns all gummy. “Deal.”

Immediately, she gives Tío Santi a peck right in the middle of his forehead, being very careful to avoid “alll the scratchy bits” on his face, and then within moments she is playing again, his pending absence now oh so happily forgotten.

When Santi unfurls himself from the floor a moment later, replete with some groaning and cricking knees, Frankie is approaching from across the room for a farewell hug.

“How did you manage to get something so cute from this,” Santi ribs, gesturing up and down the length of Frankie with his hand.

That earns a chuckle from the girl’s mom - Frankie’s wife, Charlotte - who is currently sat in the easy chair with her feet up. She smooths a hand over her heavily pregnant belly, and Frankie gets that melted chocolate look in his eyes again.

“She’s all her mama,” Frankie gushes, and the pair exchange a soppy smile, Charlotte’s eyes equally aglow with love.

The display would have made Santi uncomfortable at one stage. He’d typically have cracked some joke or made some comment.

Deep down, his disdain for such overt affection - he now realises- was a result of him being on the defensive. Constantly. And that, was a result of him believing that he’d never have anything even approaching that level of bliss. That he didn’t, in fact, even deserve it.

But, that was all before you.

Santi only has to think about you in this moment and his eyes mist over instantly with the glossy veneer of love. He’s head over heels for you, honestly. It had all happened so fast.

“Your beautiful fella all set for the game, Santiago?” Charlotte asks from her position on the chair as he scoops up his ball cap and keys from the coffee table.

Your team’s logo is emblazoned on the front and he’s in your home colours today. Santiago certainly doesn’t do things by halves; although, he is still in jeans, and you’ve been trying to convince him to go for the shorts and knee socks combo for a good while now.

Maybe soon he’d finally cave. He’s a soft touch for you.

Coming back to the room, Santiago feels a flurry of nerves flutter in his belly along with Charlotte’s question. “Holy...” -he mouths the word “shit” so as not to swear in front of the little one. “I’m so nervous for him. It’s the first game since the injury and Christ… he’s worked so hard.”

Santi just wants it to go well for you. Wants you to have everything you want, in fact. He’s still bemused by the fact what you want seems to be him, but he’s certainly not going to argue with that.

“Look at you,” Frankie sing-songs, patting his buddy on the shoulder, a bright smile cracking his face.

“What?” Santi responds, and old habits die hard, he guesses. He can feel tension zip through his body. He’s instantly on the defensive. He awaits teasing. Some comment about how he’s sappy or whipped or whatever. It doesn’t come.

“It’s nice,” Frankie clarifies. “It’s nice how you support each other.”

Santi feels a flush of heat rush to his cheeks then. It surprised him how much pride he takes in that. In his buddy noticing how well you two complement one another. “Yeah,” he admits, and finds it is easier than he thought it would be to do so. “Yeah. It is good. Really good.”

God knows you’d been there for him. The knee surgery. Nursing him back to health. Helping him adjust to life out of the military. You’d made it all so… easy, despite all of his well-cultivated, super gnarly defences.

Santi had never expected to fall for you quite so hard and so fast when he’d found you. But in the end, it just makes sense. It works, you and him. It fits.

Your training schedule is militaristic and disciplined with lots of early mornings - things he’s used to. The travelling too, when you’re away for games, means that Santi doesn’t feel too pinned down. Means it isn’t as much of a problem if he has to jump on a plane to do some consulting. The whole team mentality is very familiar to him as well. You’d both come as a package deal - with a ready made squad - and it had all pieced together so readily.

(That, and there’s freaking hot you look in your soccer kit. You make his goddamn creaky knees go weak. Make them shake.)

But, it’s so much more than the ease with which you fit into Santiago’s life. It’s the ease with which you fit into his heart. That had been the most astounding thing of all.

It was as though he’d been keeping a vacant part of his heart warm for you his whole life - just waiting for you to show up. You had bipassed every one of his defences. You had made a home in his chest. And the craziest thing is, he didn’t even mind.

He wanted it. He wanted you.

Carrying a happiness in his chest, Santi wishes fond farewells to the Morales-Baker household -Budweiser included- and he jumps in his truck. Then, after a short drive and with military punctuality, he arrives at the stadium. At this time, only the keenest of fans have begun filtering into the stands. Well, he guesses he’s the keenest. He doesn’t want to miss a thing when it comes to you.

He filters to his assigned seat -as close as he can get without being literally on the sidelines - he doesn’t want to intrude too much - and whips out his phone, idly thinking about you getting your kit on in the locker rooms. Pulling those socks up your calves. He enjoys the thought.

Santi always texts you. Reliably, always 30 minutes before game time. And you are always waiting for it.

“Good luck, mi amor. Remember, if you win I’ll give you the best oral of your life later.”

You type back immediately. Santi knows his window of opportunity is short; and he never misses it. “Oh damn 🤤. And if I lose?”

“Same deal.” He can’t say no to you.

“I think you got confused, hun. Then where’s the incentive? 🤨”

“Okay. If you win, I’ll do it again and again until you can’t think straight.”

“Hnnng. Oh god stop. You know how thin these shorts are. Don’t you dare get me too worked up now!” You fire through another message in quick succession. “Babe, coach wants everyone out on the pitch in 5. Not got long. You be okay in the stands? Ayo hooked you up with those seats, yeh?”

“Don’t you worry about me. Focus on the game. You’re going to be amazing. You’ve worked so hard and it’s going to pay off.”

“Hilarious. If you want me to F O C U S, honey, you really shouldn’t have mentioned that hot little mouth of yours. 😈

“Oops.”

“Well, just know if I score that I was extra motivated by the promise of that tongue. (Don’t tell the coach 🤪.)”

“Cause then everyone will want a turn?”

“Nuh UH. You’re mine. All mine. Santiago.”

There it is again. That sense of pride blooming in the pit of him because you called him yours. It makes him feel so good. “Damn right I am.”

“And baby? Thank you for being here. I love you xxx”

Santi thinks back. To how nervous you had been this morning. How he had tried to calm you with sweet kisses and a slow release, high-energy breakfast. With words of encouragement. You’d tried to play it off, but he could tell the nerves were eating you up. He types back. “I love you. Where else would I be?” It’s funny really. Hilarious. Because with anyone else, he’d always had somewhere else to be. Somewhere else to run to.

With you, he simply wanted to stay.

Another message from you pings up on the screen. “Oh wait, there’s one more thing.”

It’s a picture message and Santiago pops it out, curling his hand around the screen to obscure the positively obscene image - a down the shorts shot of you showing him just how aroused he’d got you.

Christ you look good. Sudden, throbbing warmth rushes to his crotch and the sight of you like that makes him fucking blush. No-one has ever been able to do that to him besides you, his tan cheeks turning a deep shade of crimson.

“Holy fucking Christ, cariño. What’s that for?”

“That’s your motivation 😉”

He laughs to himself in surprise. Like he needed any scrap of motivation to want you. It’s effortless. Damn - not that he’s complaining about this visual feast. Not in the slightest.

He takes a deep breath though. Gets himself under control so he’s not like acting like a fucking pervert by the time your boots hit the turf and the stands have filled up.

He distracts himself. Takes a while to pore through some dry division stats on his phone, committing them to memory. He knows just about everything there is to know by this point. All the player stats. All the transfers and deals and subs.

In truth, Santi never really was a soccer guy - he always preferred baseball - but he is most certainly a You guy. And so, it was inevitable. What matters to you, now matters to him too.

Your successes feel like his successes. Your failures are his failures.

He helps you schedule your training. Goes for a kick around with you on a Sunday morning, even though he sucks ass. He accommodates all your early starts. Doesn’t moan when you miss little things when the season is in full swing.

He admires how driven you are. How dedicated. It’s super attractive to him. And plus… on top of all that. Have you seen you in your kit on game day? Running around getting all sweaty like that. Your shirt being torn at. The way it rides up and shows your appealing stomach. The way you douse yourself in water from the sports bottle and let it cascade down your face, mouth open for it. Watching you do your stretches? Damn, your cute butt in those shorts is everything. And those fucking socks. Those godforsaken socks, which drive Santi to distraction. Especially when you wear nothing but them. Especially when you leave nothing but your socks on while he-

-Anyway. He was meant to be focussing, wasn’t he?

He realises just about in time too.

He watches you and the other players all file out, go through the ceremonial bits and pieces, and take your positions as the opposing side’s players frame the centre spot for kick-off.

He doesn’t miss a thing. He cheers you on. Commiserates when the other team gains ground. He joins in with the chanting, when it’s going well. When it isn’t he just stands there all intense, arms folded and laser focussed on everything you’ve talked him through. Form, tactics, all of it.

His heart is in his mouth as you find an opening and pace it the length of half the pitch with the ball, unchallenged. This could be it. He hides behind his hands as you lob your shot in past the defender and the goalie, and he jumps up out of his seat, throwing his arms into the air and yelling jubilantly when your shot sinks into the back of the net.

It’s a fucking friendly match. It’s not even a qualifier or anything, but Santi doesn’t care about any of that. He only cares about you.

“Did you just win $100 or something,” the woman next to Santi in the stand asks as his overblown celebration dials down.

“No,” he grins. “No - that’s my boyfriend,” he says breathlessly, bursting with pride and relief.

“The goal scorer?” she asks.

“That’s him.”

She looks over at you as you do your traditional celebratory display. She pumps her eyebrows. “Congratulations.”

Santiago can’t stop smiling.

He’s into it. He’s invested.

He feels every collision in his body. Every near miss, every chance, every tackle, every triumph. The thud of the ball could be his heartbeat, as loud as it is thudding in his chest.

He’s there for every minute of it. He’s there for you.

The 90 minutes runs their course, eventually, and your team valiantly holds the 1-0 victory right through until the final whistle. It’s a success!

You sub out for the last 10 minutes and your team holds the defensive position, just keeping the clock ticking over. He’s pleased you came off. He’d made you promise not to push your newly healed injury too hard today. To leave a little in the tank.

By the time the victory is official, Santiago is beaming with happiness. He knows you’ll be thrilled by the outcome. Knows it will be a huge relief and a huge confidence boost for you too, after everything you’ve been through these past few months.

So, by the time the game is wrapped up and Santi filters down through the tunnels and into the interior of the stadium, his heart is racing.

It’s racing from the adrenalin of the game, but also in anticipation of seeing you.

You meet him at your usual spot, in the disused locker room come equipment store. He’s somehow wangled a special pass to wait here, and it’s always deserted. He relishes these stolen post-game moments alone with you. Today especially, he’s looking forward to it.

Santi takes his hat off and ruffles his curls for good measure to tidy them up. He hoists the waist on his snug jeans up and discards his gum in the trash. Then, he waits, butterflies gently dancing in his stomach at the thought of seeing you.

As soon as he hears the door creak, the rusted up hinges signalling your arrival before he sees you, his face splits into a smile.

You smile back upon entering and it makes his heart race even faster. It’s the first time he’s seeing you since you kissed him goodbye early this morning, and it already feels far too long.

He takes you in. You’re all sweaty in your kit, damp with it everywhere, and covered in mud from slipping and sliding all over the turf. Your thighs are looking insanely hot in those shorts and socks, as per usual, all sheened from the exertion, and a pulse of arousal zips through Santi, right to his middle.

Still, what he wants most is to hold you, and the man bounds over to draws you into an enclosing hug, not even caring if his clothes get all soiled. He’s hardly precious about that - they’ll wash. “You were fucking amazing. I told you you would be!”

“I was pretty good, right? Ugh. That damn cross that hit the post though?” You’re always so hard on yourself, always pushing yourself to do more. He understands it, but Santiago just wants you to pause sometimes. To see how far you’ve come. How incredible you are.

“Cariño.” Santi intones softly, slipping his palm up to your face. Dips forward to kiss your soft lips. You hum into his kiss and it sends a shiver right down to his toes. “You were perfect.” You kiss him back, immediately attempting to deepen the kiss, but Santiago has other things on his mind. “That dipshit who dirty-tackled you in the 39th minute though? Fuckin”….” he grits his teeth and shakes his head. “I almost came down on the pitch to give him a piece of my mind.”

You laugh - a tired but bright sound. “Down boy,” you warn, kissing him again for good measure.

“How’s the quad holding up? We can get some heat packs on you if you need it?”

Santi inspects you carefully with soft, earnest eyes for any sign of harm. For any need for comfort, and his hands are ready and willing to provide it. The very same hands which he’d once thought were only good for killing, and which now he only wants to use to care for you.

He sees a red angry scrape on your knee then, and he has the overwhelming urge to bathe and dress it for you - a tender urge so intense that his fingers twitch by his sides like he’s desperate to pull the trigger on helping you.

“Mmmm. Sweetheart,” you purr, walking Santiago back until he is pressed up against the cool metal lockers, ensuring he adequately reads your intention now. “Stop worrying about me, would you, and come here. I just want to kiss you, darling.”

Santi stands there almost limp with lust and love as you move against him, dumbfounded by you. By the way your hands snake tenderly around the nape of his neck and his waist. By the way you dip forward to his mouth with a slight gasp of air as you part your lips. At the way your tender, hungry mouth moves against him, the taste and scent of exertion on you all too familiar from your long, carnal nights, endlessly exploring each other’s bodies. And, as your tongue probes his mouth in attempt to deepen the kiss, dragging deliciously along his lower lip, Santiago is gone.

An unfiltered moan spills from his lips -you drink it down- and a stone of molten desire sinks right through his middle, sending ripples thrumming out to every extremity.

He pants warm, ragged breath against your cheek. “Unnngggg. If you want me down, querido, you’re not doing a very good job of that.”

Your beautiful mouth curls into a smile, briefly, before your tongue licks into him again with quiet, steady vigour. “You’re such a horn dog.”

“For you, always.”

“Sounds like I should get you home, rightaway, huh?”

Santiago wraps his arms around your middle, his hands snaking beneath your synthetic shirt to find skin. He strokes back and forth there with his warm, broad hands, relieving a little of your tightness into the bargain. “Sure. But you certain you don’t want to go out celebrating with the guys?”

“I like the sound of your celebration a lot more.”

Santi could be selfish right now, but truly, he knows he’s a goner for you. He only wishes to make you as happy as possible tonight. Every night, actually. Hell, all of the time. “Hey. Why don’t we do both?”

“You’d do that? You don’t mind heading out for a few?”

“Of course I don’t mind,” he responds, his long-lashes eyes flitting ardently all over your face. “We’re a team, remember? Whatever you want.”

Santiago had thought he’d known what that meant for a long time. To be a part of a team. It turns out he still had a lot to learn, but he’d learned it all when he’d met you.

It feels good. Really good to be on your team.

You eye his mouth hungrily and Santiago deliberately pouts his lips, just a little, enjoying your attentions and the heat it trails down his spine - like a spoon dripping honey.

“Alright then, gorgeous. Let me go get turned around, okay? But first, just one more thing.” You kiss him again, pinning him just a little more harshly up against the lockers, delivering a deep, pleasantly wet kiss before nipping the pillow of his lower lip in between your teeth and dragging.

“Oof.”

That move gets him every time and boy do you know it.

You know everything there is to know about him, he thinks.

You know everything and remarkably, you’re still not running.

You’re still on his team.

And, after that kiss, Santiago so desperately wants to muster something dirty; but, looking at you like this, pride and love glowing in your eyes because he’s yours and you are his, he’s only got one thing. “I love you,” he pushes out, the words rising from a place deep in his gut. Full of feeling gathered on the way out.

With a soft, lilting smile you wrap his shapely jaw in one hand, grabbing him by his sandpaper chin and dragging his lips to yours all over again, this time for a far more tender kiss. “I fucking love you too, Santiago Garcia.”

Santiago feels ten feet tall.

He feels happy. Happier than he’s ever felt.

You turn from him, with a promise to be back - you’re somehow still not running - and Santiago can’t help but smile as his eyes follow you.

He can’t help but smile as he leans his head back against the lockers, the butterflies continuining to dance in the pit of his stomach. His heartbeat still quickened in his chest.

And, for the first time maybe ever… because of you, Santiago Garcia doesn’t feel like running.

With you, Santiago doesn’t feel trapped by love. Doesn’t feel scared by it. Dismissive of it. Undeserving of it.

He feels free. He feels brave. He feels worthy.

He feels sure. Now, more than ever. Indeed, he pats the ring box hidden in his jacket pocket for reassurance, and, to his satisfaction, it’s still there, ready for him to stash away in the dresser later. Until his plans for asking you to be his forever can materialise.

He’d never believed it. Never thought he could have what Frankie and Charlotte have. Never thought it would be possible for him. A family. A home. But with you? It all feels so easy.

You’d skipped past every single one of his defences, but now that he thinks about it, it just makes sense. After all, you do work offence. That is what you’re good at. Getting through.

“Unless…?” Santi calls as he watches you go, never quite able to resist your cute butt in those flimsy shorts. Never quite able to resist you.

You turn to find his lips curled into a delicious smirk, and he keeps your gaze on that hot mouth of his, his pink tongue dragging along his lower lip. “Unless what?”

“Unless you want me on my knees right here?”

He ticks up a thick eyebrow in suggestion.

You’re going to say “yes”, he’s sure of it.

To this, and to a life with him.

It just makes sense.

The two of you fit.

You lick your lips and he waits for it, but he isn’t afraid.

For once, he isn’t afraid.

#santiago pope garcia x reader #santiago garcia x reader #Santiago Garcia x m!reader #masc!reader #mlm

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tennessoui · 2 years

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Your Hades-Anakin might just be my favorite Anakin you’ve written! I just love the intensity and possessiveness he has, and I admit I have a weakness for men who hate/dislike everyone in the world except their person.

How long does it take for Persephone-Obi-Wan to adapt to the underworld, and having subjects for the first time, etc, and does Anakin help him with this or just give the advice of ‘I love you, so they’ll love you😍🥰😘’??

omg!!! i'm so glad you sent this ask because it reminded me that i got about 3k into the sequel for that fic (where persephone!obi-wan and hades!vaderkin meet on mount olympus during the summer and it's all pining and duty and secret rendezvous etc....) before closing the tab for some reason and forgetting about it :0 so instead of answering your questions like a normal person, here's the first 800ish words of the sequel!!! (featuring sad obi-wan mostly)

Around him, flowers bloom and birds sing and fawns stumble up onto spindly legs and fall forward after only a handful of steps. Obi-Wan looks upon it all with dispassion, hands falling in front of him to rest on his lap as he sits on the ground. A dark red flower nudges at his hand, begging as they all do to be taken home and loved by him. His thumb brushes over its soft petal, and he murmurs an apology.

This early in the springtime, he has no heart left to give to beautiful things. His heart, along with his mind, is trapped far below him, possessed by his husband.

His husband, who must be a right terror these days. His husband, who has forgotten how to sleep without Obi-Wan’s body pressed up against his chest, in his arms. He sends a prayer of patience for his husband’s advisors and servants and court. Ahsoka had joked upon his most recent return, six months gone now, that it was a miracle the spirits of the realm had not yet overthrown their ruler during Obi-Wan’s absence, such a headache he was those first few months.

Privately, Obi-Wan wonders if his father does not think the same thing about him. The son Qui-Gon Jinn meets at the mouth of the Underworld once a year is not the son he had lost to her maw so many years ago. And no amount of sorrow or guilt on either of their parts can ever return him to his arms. He has been lost, transformed.

Now he kneels in a meadow of flowers and aches for home. The unforgiving stone walls decorated with precious metals and gems, his hammered bronze throne perched next to his husband’s monstrous obsidian one. The embellishments of rubies and sapphires and emeralds his husband has decorated his palace with, all in the shape of flowers, all in an effort to make Obi-Wan smile.

“Obi-Wan,” his father’s voice rings out across the meadow, sharpened from fear. “It is almost sunset.”

Obi-Wan closes his eyes and reminds himself again that his father loves him, that his father’s worry stems from a rational place. But really, he can’t help but think, the odds of him being spirited away to a forbidden realm and falling in love with its king twice are fairly low.

Mostly because Anakin would throw a fit over such a thing.

“I’m coming,” he murmurs, knowing his father will hear him despite the distance between them. He moves to stand and, after a second’s thought, snaps the stem of the flower. It dies happily, knowing that it rests safely in his hand. “Tell him I miss him,” he requests in an undertone, knowing that all dead things must pass into his husband’s realm.

His father is wearing a frown and standing at the entrance to their abode. Obi-Wan hands him the flower gently.

“There is dinner ready,” Qui-Gon tells him, accepting his gift. Gods do not need to eat, and certainly he had never had as many meals with his father before he went and found a husband, but he tries not to begrudge his father during their time together. It may feel long on some days, but their time together is short, halved.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan says. “The spring’s harvest is bountiful this year.”

His father stiffens for a second before he relaxes. Obi-Wan had not meant offense, but it is a difficult subject to broach even in passing. They’ve had plenty of screaming arguments about the amount of mortals Obi-Wan sees in the underworld during the winer months, all dead from starvation.

“I meant nothing by it,” he says quickly. They have forgotten the natural rhythm of their conversation during Obi-Wan’s...elopement and subsequent disappearances. They always do. The first several months are always like this. It doesn’t make it easier.

Where Vader lashes out with anger and petulance at Obi-Wan’s absence, Obi-Wan pours himself into the bloodless wound, its doleful caretaker and watchman that his father does not now how to handle delicately. But yet always, eventually, in the months of high summer when the trees are dark green and the mortals turn to harvest their bounty, he becomes Qui-Gon’s son as truly as he can be anymore.

“Your presence was missed in Olympus today,” Qui-Gon says as they take their seats at the table, two gods playing mortal.

“I have no interest in Mount Olympus,” Obi-Wan replies by rote. They have had this same conversation since Obi-Wan was a little godling. “I am happiest here, my feet on solid ground and surrounded by this world’s flowers.”

“Are you?” Qui-Gon murmurs, tapping his fingers along the wood of the table. “Are you still?”

Obi-Wan freezes, and when he manages a smile, it sits stilted across his face. “Do not ask questions you do not want to know the answers to, father.”

For the rest of the meal, they eat in silence, the red flower on the table between them. He wonders if his father knows that the only thing Obi-Wan thinks of when he sees that color is the purple-red of a pomegranate’s skin.

#asks #hades & persephone vaderwan au #ok so most of what i have written is obi-wan going through pouty husband withdrawal #obikin #but yeah it definitely is going to involve obi-wan and anakin stealing away into a room to have frantic #'omg i missed you' sex #and then a bittersweet and evocative parting under demeter!qui-gon's watchful eye #idk you can see i was trying for a different style here #idk how much i like it writing wise?#but it feels like it almost fits the story #but just a little not quite #probably why i closed the tab tbh #anyway i hijacked your ask but thank you so much for hades anakin love #i was so thrilled to see it got 500 kudos on ao3 recently!!!#will work on this sequel soon some more i promise #rereading through it now and it's nott....alll bad #lol i was a bit maybe more tipsy when writing originally lol #long post

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allshewhispers · 4 years

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I'm still thinking about April 23rd.

#its one of my favorite fics #bless the author #but dude....im still not over *that* part #or that part #shizaya #izaya orihara #shizuo heiwajima #durarara #drrr #fanfiction #fanfic #again ALLL THE KUDOS TO THE AUTHOR

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felassanis · 5 years

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“You already left Kudos here :)”

Yeah well I wanna leave ALL THE KUDOS

#archive of our own #ao3 #fanfic #all the time #let me leave alll the kudos #let me show these fantastic writers #all the love

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sonickedtrowel · 6 years

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#the new rule one just hit 100 kudos #a first for me!!!#thank you guest kudo-er!!!!!#i am almost done with this stupid illustration #and then i'll do a post #i'm just #aaaaah!#also i am super out of it #i should be asleep #im sleep drunk #k that is alll

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rexcat · 2 years

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The full version of my banner art, I finally decide to post it :D The theme is “Duo Queue” from Legends of Runeterra- I submitted this to a fanart thingy so it actually motivated me to “finish” a piece, which happens extremely rarely (although there are rough bits all over the place I had to live with...) First time using Krita for digital art since I don’t have photoshop anymore.

Although Graves is not in LoR yet, I can't imagine TF playing with anyone else, even if he might not have let Graves in on his strategy for this game.. He’s got it alll under control ;] I really hope Graves gets added to LoR- I can almost hear his voice lines, bickering at an enemy or ally TF on the board.

Something I would like to improve is working on settings/background and lighting, but there are little details throughout inspired from the character’s splash arts. I really like the Bilgewater followers in TF’s set- They are so rich in personality. My favorite is Slotbot- I imagine that he is originally from Piltover and somehow made his way to Bilgewater and is *thriving*, absolutely living for the chaos and the thrill of taking people’s coins for a spin >:] The way hits on the other robotic followers is also peak class. I doodled the verrry rough beginnings of an OC next to Slotbot, likely a Vastaya who is working as the ‘muscle’ in their racket. I might revisit. LoR splahart: Brash Gambler by JiHun Lee Pool Shark by Dao Le Slotbot by Kudos Productions

#hahah I almost forgot there's a powder monkey back there too #I always spend wayy to long on the textures of random parts (I’m pretty sure I spent like 2 hours on TF’s vest O_o)#legends of runeterra #Riot Games #bilgewater #Twisted Fate #Malcom Graves #tfgraves #twistedgraves #tf x graves #cardgames #I want to make more art #even if its just drawing characters I like #slotbot #pool shark #brash gambler

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i-lovethatforme · 2 years

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Hello! Just wanted to send you a MASSIVE thank you for writing these amazing Spideychelle stories. After first reading Daddy Issues, been in Spideychelle fic heaven ever since reading your other fics.! Just finished i won't say i'm in love, and of course, it was alll wonderful ❤❤ Goes without saying, soooo excited for your future stories - literally chomping at the bit to read more princess mj and farmboy peter 🙏🙏🙏

Helllo!!!! Awhhh thank you my love!!!! This is so lovely of you to say eeeeee. I've seen you in my kudos emails hehehhe 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Omg I'm so happy you're excited!!!! Them in this fic is 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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suirenshinju · 3 years

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You're a wonderful person, Suiren!! Now that it'll be a week before Cedfiaweek, I'm amazed how can you manage to hold a lovely event every year!! You deserve love, support and alll the kudos!! I love your works!! We're happy to have you in cedfia community qwq💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟❣💕

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mayonakazkrazy · 4 years

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um... movie rant?...film th-....thought?...idk

Too Long, Won’t Read description is I have Anxiety and I’ve decided to keep it entertained with the random thoughts about movies and other things I like to give my head something to do besides just ruminate in the Executive Dysfunction Cycle.

To Skip to the actual Movie Talk portion just scroll past the stuff in Italics.

Sooo i’m trying a new thing out for tricking my anxiety into chilling out. My anxiety that manifests as Racing/Intrusive thoughts. Usually when i feel overwhelmed the thoughts are just my anxiety entertaining tons of hypotheticals from potential conversations/fights with people (friends, family AND randos) to just list after list about how ways i’ve fucked up in the past will come back to haunt me or how i’ll fuck things up worse in the future. It’s fucking exhausting and Executive Dysfunction is rampant and makes the cycles in my head all the worse. My brain basically becomes the Conspiracy Theory meme from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia.

I am in therapy and was on a medication that helped but I can’t get a refill on the meds for a while due to reasons and soooo i’m having to opt into more behavioral aspects to help my brain chill out from my own personal business and the dumpster fire that is 2020 America in general. When i’m at a very overwhelmed state, i find myself wanting to actually rant but the anxious introvert in me doesn’t really want to continually vent about my own issues which are, by nature, cyclical sooo they don’t really change just... pop back into my head to freak me out.

TO THAT END

I’ve decided to make my brain’s need to Rant and Hypothesize go to work on something more fun. Movies. Basically these are random thoughts about films and other things that my brain is willing focus on and will also trick it into thinking I’ve ranted about my real world problems because my fingers will be tired.

If you have decided to continue reading to the actual film thought part of this, then kudos for putting up with my already heafty ramble... i’m not done. Please keep in mind these are just the thoughts of my overactive imagination, i’m not any kind of professional in... pretty much anything to do with film analysis. and i HIGHLY doubt that i’m breaking any ground with the theories i’ll talk about. BUT the overall idea is that this is just fun for me.

FINALLY, spoilers for all movies and books involved (this time it’s Nightmare before Christmas and Coraline) This is also HIGHLY unedited sooo forgive my repeated words and mistakes in grammar, etc.

SO. Oogie boogie is the antagonist of NBC and wants Jack's Pumpkin King title if not to just be allowed to wantonly gorge himself on any random people he so decides to, right? yes. NOW, he's made entirely of bugs (and a few random snakes for extra shudder factor), all of which somehow make up this single minded Gluttonous mass that is the Boogieman.

At the end of the movie, Oogie's pillow case wrapping gets unraveled and he falls apart, the creepy crawlies that make him so THICC no longer stick together as a whole and so he dissolves/falls apart ALA the Wicked Witch’s "What A World" moment til there's not but ONE siiiingle Oogie bug that allows Santa to exact vengeance by way of his tiny human boot.

Now, my brain has decided to make a leap. IF the critters being contained IN Boogie's "skin" were ONLY kept together by the pillow case, then we're lead to believe that this casing is what lets Boogie control all these bugs to make him any kind of substantial or have any cohesive rang of motion. SO what is it?

Some kind of magic cloth either controlled by an OG Oogie bug or infused with the "spirit" of the Boogieman to allow him a physical presence in Halloweentown and/or to cast his creepy shadow everywhere. Jack pulling a loose thread on Oogie that causes him to fall apart, meaning it was stitched or sewn. And iiiiiisn't there sort of someone ELSE in the Clay-mation universe we know that has not only a thing for crafting amalgamations via craft supplies BUT ALSO has no problem with bugs?... even... enjoys them, and rats, and other not too kid friendly creatures...

Alll this build up to this single thought: What if... The Other Mother/Belle Dame from Coraline created Oogie Boogie. or at least gave him the magic pillow case to ensnare and use crawling creature to become a walking Boogieman?

I've got a couple scenarios for how this coulda played out, EITHER:

Oogie Boogie may have been one of the Other Mother's original creations for filling out her Other World to lure children for the Soul Eating. Meaning at one point maybe he was meant to be some kind of cute giant walking plush toy or something to be some poor kid's friend or imaginary friend made Real. But something happens, like the child also waiting too long to get the button eyes sewn and so Oogie starts to fall apart/have trouble upholding the act as time goes on. However, instead of waiting around for the kid to make their decision or for the Other Mother to get rid of him completely to save energy - believing that he would more likely become more selfish rather than remorseful like the Other Father - Oogie uses one of the "holes" in the Other Mother's world (as he may have noticed a cat using) to escape. OR he makes a deal with whatever eldritch horror (sortof described in the book) that controls the "tunnel" the children have to use to go back and forth and is granted his freedom but is send to Halloweentown instead of the Real World. Also, now forever his demented Boogieman self instead of whatever nice plush or pillow he was supposed to be.

Oogie was originally more of a spirit or at least non physical being that grew out of the collective fears and phobias of humans (think Pitch Black from Rise of the Guardians but VERY FEW beings can see him and he has less control of the world around him). Another option would be that he still was originally just One lone insect from the Other Mother's world that managed to become too independent from Mother's influence. Either way, he decides he wants to be more physically imposing so goes to everyone's ever moody Other Mother for help. They either strike some deal, or he manages to impress her enough with his creepy wit to get her to agree and so she makes the magical sack that uses bugs, snakes, etc. as filler that he's able to control so long as they're IN the sack (she would ABSOLUTELY know that Oogie likely wouldn't know the upkeep he'd need to do on his little burlap sack to PREVENT the loss of bugs via loose/separating seems).

I like both ideas at this point and they’d both allow for some tangential crossover without either REALLY affecting the respective worlds of either film. Obviously there’s problems with the idea but it’s basically a filler idea for me to consider what may have happened IF a Boogie Bug maybe made it back to the Belle Dame’s world to try and get her help again and how that... may not end in his favor.

But tis a ramble for another day. Many thanks to the likely one or two people that ACTUALLY put up with my random Train-O-Thought this far, hope you enjoyed the ride, watch ur step on the way out. I must punt myself to bed.

Goodnight. Stay Nerdy.

#long post #rambling #rant #random movie thought at the end there #Nightmare Before Christmas #Coraline #Character thoughts #Distracting my Brain

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Hello, Fic Fans!

You have just over a month left to nominate your favorite Doctor/Rose fics for the Doctor/Rose Fic Awards! Alll nominations must be in by midnight on August 15, 2019 to be eligible for the October 1 awards.

The categories you can nominate for are:

The Golden Banana - for Excellence in Nine

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The Your Fic is Cool Award - for Excellence in Eleven

The Platinum Spoon - for Excellence in Twelve

The Future’s All Girl - for Excellence in Thirteen

The Jelly Baby Award - for Excellence in any other Doctor

The Risking a Paradox Award - for Excellence in Multiple Doctors

The Every Me Loves Every You Award - for outstanding fics featuring Doctor Who actors as other characters

Outstanding One-Shot - for short, one-chapter stories that have that special something

Outstanding Drabble - for one hundred words of wonderful

Outstanding AU - for alternate universes we want to live in forever

The Keyboard Smash Award - for those stories that make us feel so much, we can’t articulate it

This Should Be Canon - for those stories that really should be what actually happened

We’ll Be In Our Bunk Award - for Excellence in Smut

Not Enough Kudos For This - for those underappreciated diamonds in the rough

Please For the Love of Rassilon Write a Sequel - for those completed stories we desperately want more of

We’ll Sell You Our Firstborn To Finish This - for those unfinished stories we desperately want more of (story must have been abandoned for at least one year)

We Need A Dentist Now - for Excellence in Fluff

We Cried Real Tears - for Excellence in Angst

Literal LOL - for those stories that leave us in stitches

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You can nominate by sending us a message or ask here with the fic you’re nominating and the category you’re nominating it for, or you can do so on Ao3 by leaving a comment. Please feel free to nominate as many fics as you’d like! We are compiling a list of every nominated fic and reading each story carefully. Please remember that with the exception of We’ll Sell You Our Firstborn to Finish This, all fics must be complete by August 15 to be eligible.

When we’ve received your nomination and it’s been added to the list, we will notify you either by replying to your message/comment or by answering your ask. Don’t be discouraged if we don’t respond right away! We don’t automatically get notifications when we’ve gotten nomination, but we’ll be checking in every couple of days.

So dig through those bookmarks and saved fics and tell us what you’ve loved! We can’t wait to read them.

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#ficandchips #doctor/rose #doctor x rose #nine/rose #ten/rose #eight/rose #eleven/rose #twelve/rose #thirteen/rose

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ae0nx · 5 years

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FRUITS BASKET EPISODE 12

...I’m still processing. I can’t. I come every week and just suck this anime’s proverbial dick and I don’t have much to say besides... perfectly heart wrenching? Anyways...

Let’s start off easy. Cherry blossoms! So pretty. Although all of the scenery in this anime is just gorgeous

I really adore how similar Kyo and Uo are and yet they can’t seem to stand each other. I headcanon them ending up being those kinda people who are good friends but competition is the core of their friendship and they constantly fight for Tohru’s attention and affection. (is this canon? I dunno...)

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Ahaaaa... I wasn’t ready. ANYWAYS.

“You ain’t shit, Shigure” looks

I just love that Kyo was so adamant not to go that he even rejected Hana’s threatening waves (like ‘I’ve been through enough shit already, I can handle this’) but he gives in to Tohru’s wants because... Tohru 💓Just slowburn me to death. Please. Talking about slow burn...

I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT! And it was still great and still everything I hoped for. Although, in comparison to the 2001 moment, I’d probably still favour that version as it played a bit more comedic especially with Kyo’s reaction to the skeevy guys. But it’s still such a great moment! Including Kyo’s ‘like you’d take it the wrong way’, it’s great and squeeable.

‘Wannabe playboy’ 🤣

Another moment I’ve been waiting for... MAKOTO FUCKIN TAKEI.

I think outfit appreciation goes to Momiji this week, obviously. #letboysweargirlsuniforms haha Grade C+ cos it’s a classic Momiji look and pretty much what we expect from him. As Haru said: ‘It’s a rule of fashion, to always wear what looks good on you’

DARK HARU. Always a fave.

It’s hilarious that Kyo knows that Dark Haru has taken a turn but because Kyo himself has such a fiery personality, any attempt he has to try and calm him down just ends up with him in a fight with Haru. Goddamn it, Kyo 😂

Yuki is the gay agenda.

- Also the English VA for Makoto is on fire this episode. That scream in the bathroom was everything! But yeah I think you get my point for this whole moment, very very funny and still stays as one of my top 5 moments of Fruits Basket.

- Plus, I just noticed! Tohru’s wearing Yuki’s ribbon! Super cute.

Ok... let’s get into it.

Everything about this felt perfect to me. The build up. The editing of the scenes between present and Yuki’s flashback to the room. The contrast of Akito to the spring scenery. The fact they met underneath a shadow. It’s probably the most this anime has felt like reading an actual manga, so far. I really wish I was seeing Akito from fresh eyes as it’s easy to see him as a threat when you know of the things that he’ll later do... Although, the buildup so far has been super intense so I think fresh eyed viewers totally get it.

- Also kudos x100 to the English VA for Akito, Colleen Clinkenbeard. The balance of feminine and masculine vocal tones and the sinister emphasis on certain phrases while managing to make it sound innocent is alll sooo good.

- In a weird way... If I were to just listen to this anime and not watch it, I think I could ship Akito and Shigure just solely through their voices. They go together really well!

*TRIGGER WARNING FOR ABUSE*

Ignoring the subtitles... the shift in Yuki’s expression from when he first sees Akito to when Akito physically touches him got me wondering...

I know that in the manga, Akito’s abuse has always been described as emotional but reading this scene... I’m getting more so of a physically (maybe even sexually) abusive relationship.

I’m not trying to glamourise it or project that emotional abuse can’t be as harrowing, but as someone who’s been close with people who have suffered from physical abuse all the visual details seem very clear to me. And the way Yuki freezes up from just Akito’s touch just gives me all the wrong impressions. (Although, you could argue that this is the effect that would happen with all the zodiac members when in contact with god, again, I don’t remember the manga that well). I’m open to discussion about this, if you guys are willing.

*TRIGGER WARNING FOR ABUSE FINISHED*

- The push that Tohru gave Akito is so in character. Even though that push looked like it wasn’t much, I love that she found herself shocked that she reacted in a ‘violent’ manner just cos she wanted to get Yuki physically away from Akito as soon as possible. I love.

Jeez, even that look back looks slightly inhuman.

AND THIS SCENE?!

That... is intense... and a little bit scary... Makes me question... whether later scenes... will be scarier... than portrayed before... I kinda hope so... *rubs hands together menacingly*

Also, I’ve forgotten a lot of what the dynamic is between Kyo and Akito. I do know it’s mostly negative (as with all the members of the zodiac) but... is Kyo not as afraid of Akito as the other members? I mean, he’s giving him this look, but he is also behind glass and a whole level above Akito so...

- Akito calling Tohru ugly and stupid is basic bitch behaviour and in a funny way makes me feel less threatened by him

I almost wanted to get a ‘proof Shigure has a heart’ placard when I saw this scene but then I got thinking... why did Shigure decide to let Yuki stay at his place? Was it all part of his plan? Did he maybe do it because Ayame asked him too? DAMN IT, SHIGURE.

But anyways sad scenes are over, let’s get some happy scenes to round it off!

Tohru pushing away her questions of Akito’s behaviour to comfort Yuki is A+ friend behaviour! We don’t deserve Tohru.

I’m using this as an emotional palate cleanser, can you tell? Also, THIS IS THE CUTEST TOHRU HAS LOOKED.

- Kudos to Justin Cook (Hatsuharu’s English VA) as well! Such a well needed, gentle moment.

Phew, I’m kinda exhausted. Sorry, if this got a bit trigger-y but it’s just something that’s been on my mind for a while now. But this was an excellent introduction to Akito. NEXT EPISODE: AYAME! (Kind of sweet we get a wild Ayame appearance straight after this happens to Yuki, huh?)

#fruits basket #fruits basket 2019 #furuba

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worangetraveler-multiverseguide · 5 years

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Komi-san “speedrun” 4

aka “Worange tries to make posts about the manga before being more than 2 volumes ahead”

Feelings: Heartwarming story even if it had to deal with Yamai. Is interesting how Nakanaka and Yamai went to Tadano to “understand” Komi-san’s feelings (in hindsight is less weird from Yamai since “she knows” how Tadano is an obstacle for her delusions of being with Komi-san). Also all the kudos to Tadano cause A) He used his Chuuni phase knowledge and was understanding of Nakanaka, B) Dealed with Yamai... and that is always something I cant believe he does, C) Got Komi-san’s feeling without missing a bit (probably) AND by the end instead of flat out telling her what shenanigans was he up to with Yamai and Nakanaka instead ended up making them all bond going for some tea, alll lovely.

Also Inaka’s cameo because she is a lovely bumpkin (even when she doesnt wanna be seen that way)

Photo Stickers: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... okay ending cat keychain exchange aside? this was a fun chapter, a basic activity that shows how more close they all are getting... oddly enough Yamai is still around, there’s nothing “wrong” with that... but still surprising after the whole kidnapping thing...

Omake tiem: no new friends this time, sadly Inaka is still trying to be away from Komi-san and Undyne was excited but wasnt exactly a “friend maker” so we will see what’s up

Omake tiem 2: basically looking at the keychain... I hope we see those keychains again in the future!

Next time (hopefully at worst tomorrow) we begin volume 5 where we meet the best big sister, the incarnation of flufflepuff and we have shenanigans of the... so many I cant think of a smart allegory.

#komi san can't communicate #komi san speedrun #also new chapter is coming this weekend right? maybe a fitting time to see the kechains again? ;)

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Eurovision 2010s: 175 - 171

175. Jurij Veklenko - “Run with the lions” Lithuania 2019

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oh hai.

I mean, it’s pretty self-explanatory why Jurij made it this far. Like, man, MAJOR kudos for knowing your niche and milking the shit out of those horny middle-aged eurogays <3 And to be fair, in a field of similar acts, including both Farid Mammadov and Imri Ziv, it is Jurij who stands out as the *biggest* case of eyefuckery on this side of Teriazoume. I’d make a pun about Jurij channelling Evridiki, but Tumblr is a respectful PG-13 site now. 🤗

However, as self-explanatory as Jurij’s generous rank is, it’s almost as obvious why I can’t carry him further. “Run with the lions” is kind of a nothing song and wasn’t given a budget (I heard from a Lithuanian guy I know that LTR’s budget was €1.000 and that includes lodgings!!!), leaving Jurij to carry it by himself. Still, I can’t say this

has never failed to cheer me up. 🤗 Now imagine if Jurij returned with an actually GOOD song / a decent budget. BRING HIM BACK!!! ________________________________________________________________

174. Kristina - “Horehronie” Slovakia 2010

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Yes, I actually like Max Jason Mai more than Kristina. TEE HEE. 🤭

But I think Kristina is good too, no worries! Kristina is obviously very notable in that she ALWAYS pops up in those “the 10 most listened to videos” the official channel publishes every month. And truth be told, back in the day, at the fledgling age of thirteen-going-on-twenty-one, I too was smitten by this basic bop. With it’s easy ethno rhythm and tree dancing, “Horehronie” nothing short of enjoyable.

And then she ran into the Slovakian curse of “promising in studio, terrible live” the penance we all must bear for Tublatanka’s UNFAIR robbage (’94 juries = the WORST!!!). Oh well. 🤗

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173. Jacques Houdek - “My friend” Croatia 2017

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[2017 Review here]

Omg I’m taking out ALLL of the fanfavebeasts!! Shocking, i know!! JK, I know Jacques is disliked and rightfully so. He’s a pretty shit human. He has said some racist and homosexual things!!! (-Jeremy Collins). Liking Jacques, even ironically, always comes with the caveat that you cannot give him any rope (like the idiots that enable other “lovable” figures such as Trump, Farage and Rees-Mogg). However, Eurovision doesn’t function like politics do and, I’m sorry, I just can’t *not* cackle at 1) Jacques convincing himself that “My Friend” is one of the most earnest, inspirational songs ever, just because it quotes Albert Einstein 2) EVERYONE, across any fanbase, universally believing that “My friend” is in fact one of the worst songs ever written. <3 It’s the same dichotomy we saw in “That’s how you write a song”, where EVERYONE is in on the joke except for the person who wrote the entry. Except, it is even more extreme here. Glorious. Of course this culminated in Jacques, delusional as delusional does, convincing himself that people genuinely liked “My friend” for the music. He then gave us an even worse song in “The dream” and I instantly stopped laughing. 🙃 But fortunately Roko fell flat on his bicentennial face as it should have and I can laugh again. That is the core of my Jacques sentiment, in a nutshell. As long as Jacques’s Eurovision schemes unfold like the average Wile. E. Coyote attempt at catching the Road Runner, as long as I can just sit back and laugh at his expense because he can’t help but fail himself, so long can I like him without any reservations. Which, fortunately enough, will be forever. 😈

Also, um that means “Lighthouse” is the highest ranked Croatian entry lmfao. What a spectacular decade.

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172. Valentina Monetta - “Maybe” San Marino 2014

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“Maybe” gets a lot of leeway from being the closing chapter in the Valentina saga and while it’s not *as* good, I still cherish it greatly. Valentina Monetta qualified for the final. Even though Serhat did too, her legacy isn’t cheapened by it, at all. And yes, I recognize that “Maybe” is kind of really boring and that’s valid. However, I don’t care? Valentina singing “Maybe... this is it, this is real and I feel this is right, finally right” in a Grand Final remains a bone-chilling moment and nobody will ever be able to take that away. ________________________________________________________________

171. Robin Stjernberg - “You” Sweden 2013

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Reason #43 why 2013 is awesome: Sweden is mortal in it. and thank fuck it is, because that makes “YOUooUUooooOOUUu” so much more enjoyable. #DownWithSwedePrivilege Not like it wasn’t to begin with. For starters, Melfest 2013 being won by a WILDCARD <3 Who barely made it in and out of Andra Chansen. <3 It’s SO INCOMPETENT, like you know, a messy “Where I Am”? It remains baffling to me that juries adored “You” so much because it really is three minutes of high-pitched screaming. Each time songwriters turn to “Strazdas” for inspiration, it truly is a blessing. 🤗

PS: by my count, there are now three remaining Swedish entries left in this ranking. Turning into this decade’s Ireland/France really made Sweden suck, huh?

#Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #Lithuania #Jurij Veklenko #Run with the lions #Kristina Pelakova #Horehronie #My Friend #Valentina Monetta #Maybe #Robin Sjernberg #You #Sweden #San Marino #Croatia #Slovakia #Jacques Houdek

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Blog Birthday??!!?!!?!?!

Helloooooo alll! So not only is today my wife’s birthday (I keep saying wife and I feel like someone is gonna believe it too much someday?), but also! It is my blog birthday!!!!! Fucking shit you guys! Happy birthday to this blog! Some cool facts about this blog:

1) Today, it is 1 year old (shit my dudes, it’s real)

2) It was started purely because I had a story that I wanted to post and I was tired of not reblogging fan content but only liking, so the side blog was created

3) There are so many instrumental people who went into creating this blog oh ho ho let me tell you about it under the cut, sorry to everyone who was tagged I went ham

4) This blog has grown to have more followers than I deserve

5) Has gotten me out of some pretty bad depressive episodes

6) Is my child that I want so very much to nurture

So just.... A very big thank you goes out to everyone seeing this. Because even in indirect ways, you have all affected me and shaped me in some way. So thank you, I love you all! (And of you were tagged, even if you don’t read on, please know you affected something about this blog in the biggest way possible. Thank you from the bottom of my heart <3)

If you’d like, please read to see the complete history about my time on here, but if not, I hope your day is extra happy today! Because mine was! <3

So all in all, after I got to read a ton of fanfics online as a guest on AO3, I finally made my own account that held LITERALLY nothing but bookmarked fics that I really wanted to read. When this happened, I looked to tumblr for more Harry Potter content. Since then I have two fics that I have written for fests (1 and 2), dozens of drabbles and head cannons floating around tumblr (under #phiawrites), written 10 fics on AO3, gained a thousand followers or so, and smiled so much more often.

About two years ago, I started actively seeking out blogs. The first every drarry blog I followed religiously, with notifications and everything, was @dorthyanndrarry. Her writing INSPIRED ME, and I would stalk her writing blog daily to see if there was new content to enjoy. Next was @l0vegl0wsinthedark, who not only blew me away with writing, but also with support. She was always so so so kind to everyone, and so excited, and her presence was exactly what I wanted to be as well. Of course, with love, I had to obsess over @bixgirl1 next, and obsess I DID. Sometimes I would get so overwhelmed with notifications, I had to turn them all off, but I would always make it a habit to go back and read their blogs later.

The next big big big step for me, was Jeni. I had followed @drarrymylove for a while, and Jeni wrote such amazing and beautiful drabbles for asks, even anon asks, and I was truly so inspired by them. I would send her asks with prompts, and to my utter delight and surprise, she wrote a few out!!!! They are still my favorites, and I still read them from time to time. About 13 months ago, she sent me a message after I left a comment on something of hers, and I grabbed on and held on to the convo like a life raft on open water.

Soon after, I created this blog on January 20th, 2018. I started reblogging like a wildfire, and I could not get enough.

Next, would definitely be staganddragon (not entirely sure if she wants her new blog to be separate now, so I will keep silent on her blog name). Emily wrote amazing songs, like songs I would listen to on repeat over and over and over and over. This was all around 12 months ago, a little after I started to talk with Jeni, and I got so so so inspired by the song Tuesday Morning, that I just HAD to write. I sat down, and in one five hour sitting, cranked out my first fic. Emily was super supportive, so was Jeni (who at this time didn’t know yet that I was this blog, she thought we were two separate people), and I was riding high.

Soon after, Jeni made a post, or said something, about how there should be more fairytales for drarry, and I quite agreed, and reblogged the post saying that if she wrote one for me, I would write one for her. She agreed, and tagged my other blog only to find out it was me all along, and I went into writing my next fic(s). Jeni gifted me The Nightingale, and I gifted her my cinderella AUs that Emily graciously beta-ed and grew to be more out of control than I thought. I was hooked.

After that, things happened fairly quickly for me. I started betaing, I joined the discord, I met so many amazing people through it (especially in the sprinting section), I wrote more, I responded more to content, I created content.

I met @morgendaemmerung89 who drew me this for one of my drabbles (that I still scream about constantly)

I met @gnarf who is an absolute gem, and inspired me so so much with the fact that she essentially TAUGHT HERSELF ENGLISH TO WRITE, and wrote such heart wrenching stories like Harry Potter’s Biggest Fan

I wrote a birthday present for carpemermaidtales, and a present for @goldentruth813 (who also was so kind and inspiring as a writer and as a supporter with every single person she interacted with. Like... I was in awe. Still am most of the time)

I made friends with @snortinglaughter by telling her we were best friends anonymously and giving her clues as to who I was through anon before she found me (which kinda might be my MO but hey, here we are right?) because Gigi was the absolute best and I was obsessed with her blog as well as her writing such as this one

I was obsessed with @decanthrope‘s ability to say such bizarre things and weave a story out of a single sentence. There is also that way the fics were written so supremely well as well. Take a look

I don’t even remember how I became friends with Jess, @nifflers-n-nargles, but her writing is amazing and I can’t for the life of me tell you how happy I am that I did, as we are married on discord now with @hogwartsfirebolt (who is the sweetest and the loveliest and all around the best ok ok she writes like a dream) Gigi, and @slashfoxes (who had her birthday on my blogs birthday so of course we were destined to be, here is some of her hot stuff)

I talked to @mzuul a few times after I sent her anonymous love letters through the ask box because her art literally makes my heart stop beating for a few seconds so I can take in how utterly amazing it is, and low key inspired me to try to draw a little on my own

I met @foularcadebanana, whom I love with all of my heart, and literally helped me through so fuckign much its not even funny. She was my biggest supporter over the summer with some fics of mine, and I can’t tell her enough how grateful I am for her. I wrote her this little thing here, and if you haven’t read her stuff, please fucking do here is her Big Bang (yes, she did do that kudos to her)

I met @violetclarity who is a gem of a human, and me in like 4 years I have decided, who writes magNIFICENTLY so please check her out

@xx-thedarklord-xx is literally a sweetheart (though she might try and deny it) and I am still shocked that she actually talks to me because she was a BIG name to me starting off, and I ADORED her blog so much, still do, and her writing skills I would literally kill for

@jadepresley talked to me after I left one too many screaming comment on her current fic (seen here), which is absolutely wild and boggles my mind every time it happens... we are best friends now though. NO ONE CAN TAKE THAT FROM ME

@jet-playin writes the funniest and hottest things, and honestly I loved every bit of our interactions

@assassinsdragons was one of the first blogs I noticed in my notes, and everything she had to say was so incredibly kind, and she writes now tooo!!!

@saintdrarry makes absolutely stunning artwork. I am still in awe looking at it, and you should be too. I am so impressed with this gal, let me tell you, she will go places, and I am so happy to be apart of her life

I really can’t tell you how much these people have affected my life and influenced it for the better. Of course, this isn’t everyone, not even close, but just know how thrilled I was to know all of you. Thank you so so so much.

#it's my birthday!#my blog birthday!!#whoop whoop #not hp #just... thank you all #i love you so much #and im so incredibly happy to share this with all of you #<3 #phia rants #phia rambles #like #rambles so hard #whoot whoot #but seriously a bigger thank you cannot be said #you are all precious to me #and so many more people than this #god i need to do more constant appreciation posts

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