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ao3reccs · 2 years

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YOONJIN

ashes of a star (18k)

"Seokjin had the power of the creation of stars, of the spinning of the moon, and of the pure balance of so many planets -- but no matter how much he gave, the freezing, vicious, and barren universe would always take.

It took his Yoongi. And no matter how much he loved his little moon, he would never forgive the endless expanse for that."

Yoongi finds himself crashed on the moon. Seokjin, the spirit of the moon, obviously not used to humans, takes care of him. They become something even the universe cannot define.

Inconvenient Hearts (39k)

“Go get Jungkook,” Yoongi sighed. “I’m going to need his help.” At Namjoon’s look, Yoongi said, “This guy’s in trouble. He said no hospitals, no police.” Yoongi swallowed hard. “Namjoon, he said they’d kill him.”

Namjoon rubbed his face and said, “The last thing we need around here is some gang shit or--” he gently nudged the guy’s foot with the toe of his boots -- “some chaebol shit, Jesus, Yoongi, those are two million won shoes.”

Of Strawberry Ice-Cream and Tattoos (10k)

Yoongi is used to normal, even if he doesn't necessarily look like it. So imagine his shock when he is just trying to enjoy his ice cream and a crying six year old comes up to him and holds his leg.

or Yoongi is covered in tattoos and meets Seokjin and his son outside of an ice cream shop.

cream or sugar (8k)

“I’m willing to bet money that I could get you to smile.”

At that, the barista had looked at him as if he’d grown three heads. Still, there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on his face, only complete bewilderment. But after his expression sobered, he’d pressed his lips together, disgruntled as he sighed deeply again.

“I’ll let you try as long as you promise to order this damn drink,” He finally grumbled in agreement, glaring at him pointedly.

“Deal,” Jin had beamed as he’d taken the bill out of his wallet and set it on the table in front of him, deciding in that moment that he found the boy’s grumpiness more endearing than he did hostile. “I’m putting 5,000 won on the table. And I’ll take a caramel macchiato.”

or: While taxed with the seemingly impossible task of getting his hot barista to smile at his jokes, Jin unintentionally (kind of) becomes the protagonist of his own less than typical coffee shop romance novel.

hands stained red (18k)

“I killed my father,” the guy says bluntly. Maybe it’s the deadpan delivery - Seokjin huffs out a laugh before remembering they're in a holding cell. He's probably telling the truth. He might even be a serial killer or something. A serial dad-killer. In which case Seokjin should be safe, but. Either way, he probably should not be laughing in this situation.

or,

Seokjin meets Yoongi in police holding. It's not the best of first impressions, but eventually they fall (disgustingly, sweetly, effortlessly) in love.

I’ve Got All My Life To Live (16k)

“A person can never have enough wigs, Yoongi-yah. Or shoes,” Seokjin says coyly, dropping a high heel back into the box he was rummaging through. “Besides, I’m going to have a lot more opportunities to wear them now.”

Drag queen Seokjin and his boyfriend Yoongi experience love, laughs, and hardships at their NYC gay bar in the 1980’s, and end up finding family along the way.

before your coffee goes cold (13k)

In the back alleys of Seoul, there is a hundred-year-old coffee shop with magical powers, a forgetful chef with a plan, and a doctor willing to bend the rules for a little more time with the man he loves.

A YoonJin retelling of Toshikazu Kawaguchi's "Before the coffee gets cold"

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orangechickenpillow · 2 years

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Losing my mind thinking about an Arcane Western AU. I mean think of how fun that could be?!

Silco

The scariest mother fucker in the West.

Seriously, top-tier bad guy -- smolder, cool jacket and all.

And he's got memorable scars on his face, so he'd probably have a badass nickname given to him by The Law™️

No one crosses him, and if they do they lose a hand (or their head) and it gets mailed back to their wife/sons/whatever.

Has a band of goons that are stupid as shit but follow him around anyway.

Exploits literally everyone.

Jinx

Second scariest mother fucker in the West. Unhinged to the utmost degree.

Silco's second in command (according to her) and don't be fooled -- she waves that shit around like a flag. Gets her whatever she wants, because, threats.

Can shoot like nobody's business. Loves the theatrics of a duel, and always wins.

People tell their children ghost stories about Jinx to keep them in line.

Is a horse girl, and names all her ponies (which are just as crazy as she is - no one can ride them because they are Feral)

For sure blows up a train at some point.

Sevika

Silco's actual right hand man

Sevika in a Pancho take me the fuck out

Does the Torturing™️ and runs the "Errands" (more torturing)

Definitely robs a bank at least once a week

Bar fights. All the time. Sevika enters a bar, there will be Violence

The brothel ladies love her (and she also beats the shit out of the aggressive assholes who threaten them)

Has a long-running beef with the Mayor (of what town, you ask? All of them)

The Disgruntled Cowboy whose come back from war or something

Has complex PTSD and attitude issues, but once you get to know her she’s just a big softie

Isn’t the best shot, but will still Fuck You Up

Punches her way through everything

Bar fights. Almost as notorious as Sevika, and just as destructive

Remember those brothel ladies? Yup, they love her too (Sevika and Vi out her doing god’s work for the sapphics, am I right)

Will break like five different bones and still save some poor little town from being overrun by outlaws the next day

Wears a Lucky Hat that she’s had since the beginning of time. Will not let any other hat touch her head. Will go back for said hat even if it means risking her life.

Thigh holster

Caitlyn

The damn best shot in the West

Heart of gold, law-abiding citizen

Probably the sheriff of somewhere

Wears a slouch hat (!!!) and looks damn good in it

Would not hesitate to shoot a man in the foot. Dude is a misogynistic asshole? Oops, her finger slipped. And no one will ever know because she’s the sheriff. It’s a good system

Likes locking bad guys in the clink (definitely refers to it as “the clink”)

Has a moral dilemma when a certain Disgruntled Cowboy rides into town looking for the nearest saloon

Has a gay awakening because of beforementioned Disgruntled Cowboy and says fuck the law before riding off into the sunset

Thigh holster

Jayce

The mayor that Sevika has beef with

Is that one character in all westerns and western-themed media that provides a little bit of exposition, but is otherwise unhelpful in every way possible

Insists on wearing a shiny badge even though he is not the sheriff (which Caitlyn has told him many times and he still won’t listen)

Probably takes in like five different orphans because look at them he can’t just leave them all alone

Thinks that anyone who breaks the law is a threat to his fine little town and the fine little people that live there

Probably has a mustache, idk

Definitely wears spurs even though he doesn’t have a clue how to ride a horse

Everyone teases him about this

Viktor

Local chemist by day, unhinged mad scientist by night

Wishes everyone would stop coming to him with their injuries because “I am not technically a doctor and you are bleeding all over my lab equipment get outttttttt”

Anyone who manages to notice him thinks he’s a sweet little guy

Knows how to kill and dismember a man before anyone notices a thing (...don’t ask)

Isn’t great with a gun -- but knives, on the other hand.... (again, don’t ask)

Isn’t above beating the shit out of people with his cane. Which also has a secret knife built into the handle

Has a running tab at the local saloon, which no one but himself and the owner knows about. Secretly never plans on paying it off.

Can’t ride very comfortably because of his leg, but has a horse, whom he loves very much and always gives treats and scratches to

Thinks the mayor is hot but won’t do anything about it

Has a Sexy Pocket Watch

#arcane #arcane series #arcane au #western #jayce talis #arcane jayce #silco arcane #jinx arcane #caitlyn kiramman #arcane caitlyn #arcane vi #arcane viktor #viktor the machine herald #arcane sevika

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tatney · 3 years

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saw first time viewing livewatch thoughts

* adam is so transgender <3

* oh so the quality of my ill eagle copy isn’t that bad it’s just that the lights were off lol

* his name is lawrence gordon. he’s a DOCTOR

* mr elwes sir please stop mumbling my autistic ears cannot hear your

* MR FAULKNER STANHEIGHT IS A WHOWERE. WHY DID YOU SHOW HIM YOUR TIT

* aha lawrence is t posing :)

* adam. my widdle boy

* lawrence telling him to take his shirt off 👀

* GSMSHSKWYKSBSKSUWLHD JOHN IS SUCH A BITCH

* I KNOW EVERYONE IN THE FANDOM CALLS ADAM PATHETIC BUT GOD

* john mulaney hmm gross!.jpeg

* okay but i WOULD have checked under the toilet lid first. the things you’ll do for an older man 😔

* these two are so bad at playing catch. the kids who didn’t run the mile representation

* if i could see cary elwes’ eyebrows better i’d find him s*xier

* JOHN KRAMER I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF. I HATE THIS MAN I CANNOT STAND THIS MAN

* so the editing really IS like that huh

* yes he IS a murderer you stupid son of a bitch. there is no “technically” about it you fucking idiot

* we’ve got two bitches from lost my beloved :)

* THAT’S THE PRESIDENT FROM THE BLACKLIST TOO

* all of sing’s clothes are too big for him. small man :)

* MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY

* PLEASE GOD I LOVE HER I LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH I’LL CRY

* i knew that the editing was like THAT but not that MUCH ya know goddamn

* oh a giallo style shot. lov that <3

* MISS SHAWNEE SMITH DESERVES EVERY AWARD ACTUALLY

* motherfucker on his liddol tricycle

* i would piss on that fucking puppet

* futurama they must learn our peaceful ways by force.jpeg

* that’s just john’s vibe

* i wonder how much of saw inspired the batman arkham games thinking emoji

* how am i only half an hour way through

* tbh i want this kid’s duvet not kidding

* girl you in DANGER

* and i want that big snake :)

* HE’S NOT PLAYING THIS LITTLE PIGGY. NOT IN A MOVIE WHEREIN PEOPLE DON PIG MASKS BC THEIR REPRESENT REBIRTH AND PEOPLE ARE CONTINUOUSLY CUTTING THEIR FEET OFF. MR WHANNEL I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH YOU

* “she’s beautiful” he’s taking about the dog BSBNSYSLAYSLSBLSU

* “where’s the. uh lucky wife” and you mean to tell me that adam isn’t a homosexual when he looks at lawrence like that while saying this line

* “i’m always missing from the photos” oh sir i’ve been on saw tumblr just you wait for the dramatic irony to hit just you WAIT

* oh god i though jigsaw wrote a slur in there good GOD

* very billy from black christmas vibes, harold finch from person of interest :)

* excuse me mr tapp but who’s amy and why do you have her starbucks order

* OOOOOOOHHHH FUNKY TRANSITION

* james wan you are such a KING

* “who said anything about a warrant?” sir that’s illegal

* sir that’s breaking and entering

* sir that’s a LOT of paperwork that you won’t be able to complete bc you’ll be dead soon but STILL

* did jigsaw plan on lawrence wearing blue or was that a funny coincidence lol

* john’s wearing his bathrobe

* HIS ASSASSINS CREED BATHROBE HOLY SHIT

* ooh slidey door. wonder if there’ll be more of those later on teehee hoo hoo

* somebody show tapp the “that’s not your depression bed; that’s your nest omega” tiktok and see if that does anything

* “what do you want me to do? i’m on a leash” DOGBOY ADAM DOGBOY ADAM DOGBOY ADAM

* “you wanna put something in this room in your mouth?” “YES!!!!!!” are these lines from fanfiction verbatim

* adam you’re so fuckin stupid why would you spy on a man but keep the flash of your camera on

* OOOOOOOOOOH IT’S THE CINEMATIC PIG CARPARK SCENE

* “whatEVER” “i’m dealing with a juvenile.....” this is what happens when you have a sugar baby lawrence

* INFAMOUS ADAM GENDER SMOKING FAKE DEATH BREAKDANCE SCENE LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

* little dogboy twink photographers have me in a perpetual chokehold they really do

* i mean he’ll waste a lot of film but. okay i guess this is a horror movie after all gsmshsksynbsmahsp

* BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR GAY LITTLE PUPPET WITH MY BAT

* oh adam really is serving jonathan byers teas with the baseball bat and the camera as weapons. fuck

* cary elwes posh little accent coming THROUGH

* adam doesn’t make sense as cis man. he just doesn’t look at that man he’s so transgender

* ok but lawrence’s “mistress” is GORGEOUS actually omg

* i’m still gonna say that he’s gay tho. u can’t take that away form me lol

* adam’s wrists are so LIMP holy shit

* lawrence gordon classist moments

* mr elwes please control your accent sir i’m struggling not to laugh

* ok ally’s a girlboss then !

* michael emerson my beloved. when you try to be evil you have all the menace of a disgruntled bunny rabbit

* “lawrence get up! i need you!” now when you fuckers told me these two were gay you didn’t say THIS gay

* at least ally and diana are ok :)

* ok my headcanon is that lawrence is originally from england but was moved to america as a kid bc i need in contextual reasons for all of the accent slips that i can’t take seriously

* ADAM GIRLBOSS MOMENT

* “don’t worry i’ll bring someone back i promise” YOU LYING TRICK ASS MOTHERFUCKER I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF /j /affectionate

* at least john’s got that ARCH

* IT’S THE SCENE IT’S THE SCENE

* god that movie fucked. that movies fucked SO hard good god no wonder gay people love it

* ok i think that ill league gull copy broke my laptop lol

#BRO I’M SWEATING THAT WAS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT YEA #gonna try to fix my laptop now lol <33 #saw #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #john kramer #amanda young #zep hindle #david tapp #steven sing #alison gordon #diana gordon #chainshipping #mine #long post #ns/fw #i haven’t gif a clue what half of this says but <3 #*got i haven’t GOT a clue #if you got this far. i am high-fiving you and interlocking our fingers <3

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glowstickhaloboy · 3 years

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[image ID: an edited doctor doofenschmirtz meme where doctor doofenschmirtz addresses a puppet. in the first panel, the text is edited to say: “If I had a nickel for every time a rusty quill podcast gave me a slowburn relationship between a disgruntled ace man and the gay writer co-worker he initially dislikes that culminates in the ace man saying, “i need you”, i’d have two nickels.” in the second panel, he says, “Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice. end ID.]

#rqg #tma #rusty quill gaming #zoscar #zolf smith #rqg spoilers #tma spoilers #the magnus archives #jonmartin #jmart #jm #rqg oscar wilde #martin blackwood #jarchivist

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gothicprep · 3 years

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it’s honestly very odd to me that disney has been retconning their iconic properties for 7 odd years now, if my memory is serving me correctly & maleficent was the first time they’d done this, and their fans, the Disney Simps, if you will, seem pretty unaffected by this. the decision to do a cruella deville backstory is stupid for obvious reasons – let’s turn the woman who’s name is effectively Cruel Devil into a girlboss – but i dont really get what their angle with the remakes is in general, aside from trying to ensure they keep their shit copyrighted until Yellowstone explodes.

I would sincerely love to sit in the focus groups wherein they decide what elements of the source material to doctor – “we have to cut the pink elephant scene from dumbo, even though it’s the only one that anyone remembers, because we can’t have an... underaged elephant... get turnt. and the circus eventually becomes cruelty free and stops using animal performances. jasmine already marched to the beat of her own drum in the animated aladdin, but we should throw a musical number in there to drive home how Fierce she is. gay representation is what people want to see right now, so let’s make a minor character from beauty and the beast that everyone forgot about gay and call it a night.”

the things they choose to overhaul aren’t details that anyone was criticizing to begin with. like someone in the marketing department saw “disney princesses drawn as CEOs” clickbait and just assumed the entire representation debacle online was a question of revisionist mad libs.

I spent an irresponsible amount of time yesterday binge watching YouTube essays about how the simpsons declined and atrophied, and the one thing I didn’t see pointed out in any of them was that the simpsons was very inherently a product of its time: when it aired in ’89, it served as an absurd and caricatured portrayal of an american family, but close enough to the actual picture to remain relatable. but the simpsons is still airing in 2021, and it doesn’t make a lot of sense when viewing it through the lens of homer being born in the mid-80s and growing up with an N64 and being raised on nickelodeon. a millennial homeowner supporting a family of five on a singular income. and since the in-universe canon has surpassed the point where you could just say “well, the 90s just never ended in springfield” you couldn’t effectively modernize it without burning the whole damn thing to the ground

it also calls to mind the old joke about comics (“the only one who stays dead is uncle ben”) which are similarly repackaged and rebooted with each new generation of consumer. batman gets meaner, or nicer, gets a new batmobile, a touchscreen batphone, whatever, but there’s never going to not be a batman.

and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. im not even going to get into stuff like dark fuck archie, aging disgruntled powerpuff girls reboot, the ill-conceived television adaptation of heathers, and the rest of it. there’s this weird phenomenon going on right now, like media necromancy or something. I don’t even know what to call it. endless retooling of existing properties even when they’re inextricably products of their time, to some extent. It’s like executives just threw their hands in the air and exclaimed “welp, this is as good as its ever going to get”

i dont know if it speaks to the purchasing power of nostalgia, or that people are generally creatures of habit and their media tastes reflect that to an extent, or that these corporations are just banking on these familiar titles knowing they’re a safer bet than something new. maybe a little of all of it to varying degrees – im not going to pretend I know the full answer to this. maybe I’m just getting old and becoming one of those old people who bitches about “aint used to be like this...” from my wooden rocking chair on the porch. either way, i wish people would stop, like, enabling this stuff with their wallets. it’s difficult for good media that makes contemporary sense to get as much traction as it deserves when the waters are this polluted

#Long post #if you made it this far congratulations #I’m sorry to say that if you’re looking for a point to be made... there’s not much of one #the train of thought just kind of left the station with no brakes

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years

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Hiiiiiii my fluff monarch! 💖💖

For a fluff prompt: what about like.... mod au geraskier, they were childhood friends but one moved away, they run into each other as adults somehow and wow you grew *up* 😳😳 Getting together goodness.

😘😘😘😘

oh Stina, you’re such a darling. I do love my modern au boys!

tw: doctor’s office, medical facility, there is more flirting than actual medical care happening, Jaskier commits an OSHA violation, decently horny but not too bad

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Geralt walked into the small, overly-bright waiting room and took a seat in the corner, far away from the other patients. He picked up a copy of Men’s Health and pretended to read it, his mind wandering as he flipped listlessly through the pages.

He hated physicals.

They took up precious time and were, in his opinion, completely unnecessary. He was a fucking Witcher; he couldn’t even get sick.

The disgruntled feeling in his chest dissipated completely when the door to the examination rooms slowly opened and a brown-haired (and vaguely familiar) angel stood before him and said, in the world’s loveliest tenor: “Geralt deRiv?”

Geralt practically flew from his seat, crossing the room in four long strides. “Hello.”

“Hi there,” the brunette smiled. His grin was wide and lopsided and his blue eyes, so fucking familiar it was killing Geralt, sparkled even in the clinical light of the fluorescents. He was wearing a pair of ridiculously bright pink, llama-and-rainbow print scrubs and Geralt blinked stupidly down at the gorgeous creature. Jaskier giggled, fucking heavenly to behold, and gestured through the door. “Right this way, Mr. deRiv.”

Suddenly, hearing that voice up close and seeing the nurse’s colorful outfit, everything clicked gloriously into place. As Geralt followed the nurse down the hallway, he asked, “How has it been, Jaskier? I haven’t seen you in, what, nine years?”

“Something like that,” the younger man grinned over his shoulder. They stopped in front of a nondescript exam room and Jaskier opened the door, letting them both inside. He took a seat on the rolling chair and gestured for Geralt to sit on the table. “Are you still... Witchering?”

“Yeah,” Geralt grunted. Fuck, Jaskier had gotten even hotter since they were teenagers! All those years ago, when Geralt had developed a dangerously huge crush on the underclassman right before his father, some kind of ambassador, had been called away. “Still doing that. So are Lambert and Eskel.”

“Too bad about Lambert, he had a really great thing going with those accounting classes.”

“Hard to switch professions when you look the way we do,” Geralt grimaced. “It’s not too bad, all things considered. Technically I don’t even need to be here.”

“Well your health insurance provider said you do need to be here, so,” Jaskier sanitized his hands and reached for the blood pressure cuff hanging on the wall. “Take off your hoodie, please.”

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Jaskier had not been prepared for that. No, sir. He had not been prepared for such glorious, absolutely picture-perfect titties to be right in front of his face this early in the morning.

Especially not Geralt deRiv’s titties, the man he’d been dreaming about like some stupid fairtytale fantasy for seven long years. All the way through medical school and then RN certification. And damn... those were some fine pectorals.

“You okay?” Geralt asked, breaking the spell his chest had cast on Jaskier’s stupid, gay little brain.

“Oh, sorry, yeah. Let’s just-” he applied the blood pressure cuff and had to turn away for a moment to breathe deeply and calm his nerves. And his arms, too!? “-lovely.”

Jaskier let his training take over, going through the list of tests one after the other and trying not to let Geralt’s eyes, which tracked his every move with predator-like precision, unnerve him into making a mistake. When he was finished, he stood and grabbed for his clipboard. “Dr. Maxwell will be with you shortly to conclude your exam.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt called. His golden eyes settled on Jaskier and froze the nurse in place. “Would you like to go out sometime? I know it’s weird, and that I haven’t seen you in years, but I-”

“Yes!” Oh gods, yes! “I’d love to! Let me write down my number.”

“It was good seeing you again.”

“You, too,” Jaskier blushed, handing over a slip of paper with his number written in neat, tidy print. Geralt accepted it and tried to stand, not realizing just how close he and Jaskier really were. They knocked legs and the nurse began to topple backwards; Geralt reached out on instinct, curling his arm around Jaskier’s waist and pulling him close. Jaskier’s hands landed on his chest and, surprisingly, stayed there for a moment. “Damn, dude. Work out much?”

Geralt laughed, long and loud. That had probably gotten someone’s attention. “Yeah, just a little. Helps with the monster fighting.”

“Right.”

“See you soon, Jaskier,” Geralt chuckled softly, releasing the nurse once he was sure Jaskier was steady.

Surprising both of them, Jaskier pecked his reacquaintance on the cheek. “Yeah, but not soon enough.”

#geraskier modern au #doctor's office au #nurse jaskier #i think it would work #he likes taking care of people #and music can be a hobby that he uses to decompress #geraskier #witcher geralt #modern au geraskier #bouncey's endless getting together fics #thank you for this lovely prompt stina #goob prompt fills #bouncey's endless au collection

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 12

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Summary / TWs: Steve Rogers does not pass the vibe check yet again, le sad face. Loki is a good bro. Bruce fluff but what else is new? Literally everyone is a good bro, yo. Reader has best people. Tony's in there, kind of. Parents still suck.

For taglist: please send an ask if you changed your @! I noticed several people are unavailable :(

As always, my baby gay @miscmarvelwritings is the bestest beta!

"I think I am going to murder your father." Bucky's angry statement didn't surprise me. Neither did Steve's initial reaction, or anybody else's mostly pitying looks.

Bruce, my Bwucie, was calm and dejected. That worried me. I expected him to be at least a little bit green around the edges when Steve forcefully sat me down and made me explain the drunken, drugged stunt I'd done the night before, but alas, it seemed like Jolly Green was just sad. Or disappointed. And I didn't know which was worse.

The more I thought about it, the more defensive and abrasive I became. "And you'll kill yourself trying, he'll drive you fucking nuts" I responded to Barnes. "Honestly, I don't fucking see the problem here. My dad shows up five times a year at best. It's been like that forever. And it's not like I'm some kind of junkie," I defended myself, and my dad, because I really didn't see the huge deal about it. Relaxing once in a while doesn’t hurt anyone.

"It's not right!" Steve exclaimed, loosely banging a fist on the table. The self-righteous prick, seemed like he wanted to pick a fight just for the sake of it.

"And who are you, exactly, to say that? The moral police?" I blew up, standing and turning to the blonde man, hands on my hips. "Or you've decided to be my parent without asking me first? Keep your hopes up and maybe a fuck will magically appear, so I could give it to you."

He stood up in turn, getting uncomfortably close to my face. I was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was a very large, very strong man. "We want what's best for you! Can't you see it?" Rogers was getting red in the face, crossed arms, staring at me down like I was dirt under his shoes.

"How about..." I seethed, having to stop mid-sentence to swallow the scream that wanted to erupt. "How about... You FUCKING ask me what I want?"

"I suggest the Captain leave to go calm down," Loki suddenly piped up. He stayed silent throughout the whole conversation, picking at his food instead. Only after his sharply uttered words I noticed he had stood up. His hand hovered over my shoulder, body discreetly wedging between me and the Captain.

I heard Steve growl before he stormed off, throwing an annoyed look at Loki. A pregnant silence hung in the room. The longer it lasted, the more I wanted to crawl out of my skin, suddenly hyper aware of all these people - strangers, save a few - debating on what to do with me. Like I wasn't a person. Like...

"Ugh, fucking hell," I growled, beelining for my bag. I had definitely overstayed my welcome.

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked, standing up to follow.

"Home," I replied curtly, nodding my thanks to Loki for the intervention. He nodded back, walking off. I would have probably started swinging at the Icicle Dick if not for the raven haired Asgardian's timely interruption.

"I'll drive you," Banner trotted after me like a dejected puppy. I didn't have the mental capacity to deal with this, at all.

"I need to see Tony first. Meet you downstairs?"

Bruce nodded, looking even more confused.

Tony kissed me hungrily, in between promises to kill Steve and cancel my dad and get me my own apartment in the tower. Believing in fairy tales wasn't something I was ever prone to; I smiled, nodded along and did my best to shut him up with my own mouth on his. I left with the promise to text him as soon as I got home.

"How are you?" Bruce asked me as we once again drove through the busy city. This was becoming a nice habit but we really had to meet up when I wasn't going through another one of my turmoils.

"All things considered, I am great. Better than I've been in a while." I answered honestly, meaning it. However brief Tony's attention would be, it still satisfied me. Then and there I decided to always, always cherish what happened during my brief stint in his arms.

"Really?" Banner's warm smile was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. "Care to share?"

It threw me for a loop. I didn't know how much Tony wanted to disclose regarding what happened between us. I didn't know the extent of his friendship with Bruce. I didn't know...

"Tony," I choose the usual option. Admit what you can't deny, deny what you can't admit.

"I know the feeling," The good doctor chuckled, companionable-like and meaningful. "He tends to go all the way for the people he cares about. Too much, if you ask me."

"What do you mean?" I was confused. Sure, me and Tony were friends. But not, like, super close or anything. We'd fucked, or more like messed around, so I expected our friendship to grow colder. That's what happened when friends decided to bump uglies.

"I mean... He'll move mountains and challenge the government and bully them into dropping charges against you," There was a hint of sadness in Brucie's voice. I vaguely recalled seeing something on the news, something about the Hulk and a massive destruction spree. It didn't take long to put two and two together.

I reached out, putting a hand on his knee. He covered my palm with his own, giving it a brief, warm squeeze.

"It must be great having a friend like that. You're both wonderful and brilliant. You deserve no less," The smile threatened to split my face in two.

Bruce returned the smile but the sadness didn't go away. "You realize that extends to you, right?"

"Me? I'm just me, Bruce." I wasn't sure where this was going. "I'm Peter's classmate and the resident hot mess express."

Bruce frowned, deep and long, up until he parked. Life seemed to be taking back all the happiness it gave me previously-in fucking buckets. The strap of my bag was going to get its threads pulled out with the way I was fiddling with it.

"Baby… Princess?" The scientist turned to me, tone torn somewhere between stern and pleading. "Listen to me. You are brilliant. Incredibly smart, talented and beautiful. Don't ever, ever think of yourself as less than any of us." I gaped at him.

Did he mean us as the Avengers? Us as Tony and Bruce? Meanwhile he continued, "In fact, I think you are the one who deserves so much better. I don't know what Tony found in me… Or what you found in me."

Was the man an idiot or yes? That was the question of the day. Cursing Tony's affinity for small cars (bless me and my own SUV), I only hesitated a moment before grabbing the dumb Banner by his face and startling him into looking straight in my eye. "If you don't quit talking all that fake-ass bullshit, I will kiss you. On the mouth. With tongue."

"Uh," Was his articulate response. I watched him squirm, blush and lose the heat to his argument.

"Exactly. I've had it all with you idiots today. Next time someone says some stupid ass fucking thing, I will kiss them. On the mouth, with tongue. Pass it on," I exhaled, releasing his face and dropping my head onto his shoulder.

"Some way of solving conflict you have," Banner chuckled weakly, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I'd like to see Steve's reaction."

"A boner, probably, because he needs to get laid before he spontaneously combusts," I grumbled venomously, still bitter about his reaction. The Capsicle needed to chill. Hehe.

"I'll pass it on too," Bruce remarked wryly. "See you next week?"

"Yeah. Thanks, Bwucie, you're the fucking best," I kissed the scientist on the cheek, giving him a tighter than usual parting hug and walking up the pathway. Home.

Mother was nowhere to be seen - and the obvious reason for that laid on the kitchen floor. Couple of smashed dishes, a bottle of whiskey laying half-empty in a puddle on the grey tiles. The living room rug bore more stains and the smell of alcohol, bitter and acrid (like my soul, hardy har), hung heavily throughout the whole house.

At least I wasn't the only one who fought for myself that day. Mother probably had landed a good one on dad, too, by God the woman could be ruthless with her icy words. Dad never stood a chance. I've felt begrudgingly respectful of the way mother put people in their place with her words ever since I understood sarcasm.

First things first, I cleaned up the mess and opened the windows a smidge, cranking the air recuperation system to the max. Hanging around a place that smelled like a bum on a good Friday night was a horrible way to spend free time. Having successfully cut myself and bandaged the cuts up, I retreated to my room, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in the quiet, stinky, creepy house that my home had become.

My phone was long dead so I plugged it in, waiting for the 2% to appear, turning it on. A few messages from Peter, first cheerful, then worried and then relieved. Tony must've placated the spider child and told him I was staying at the tower. Good call, Tones, or else poor Peter would've worked himself into an anxiety attack and crashed in a dumpster while patrolling. Or something. I still didn't quite get his spider-hero side-gig.

A text from Bruce - rather, a photo, of a disgruntled Steve with his eyebrows raised, titled "I told him the next time he freaks out, you will kiss him. With tongue. Barnes cackled for about ten minutes until he ran out of air."

And a text from Tony. My chest tightened when I opened it. "Good tactics. Sneaky, clever, I'd give it a B+."

I snorted. Then the phone beeped again and I froze. A text ordering me to be ready tomorrow, for a date night? Unreal. I was torn. A part of me was elated, thinking Tony wanted to keep me around like that. The other, more sensible part, was firmly telling me to chill TF down. He'll most likely kindly reject any further intimate interactions, maybe have me sign a few NDAs.

I still answered positive, mushy and cute and all. Feelings aside, I wasn't about to change my texting style for any man. My God, I was turning into a monster. A horribly cheesy, pink, soft, fluffy monster.

The next day, school was nearly unbearable. People talked. Not to my face, of course, since the rumours of me putting away Flash Thompson were still fresh enough for everyone to be cautious around me, but the whispers followed me throughout hallways, tongue in cheek remarks thrown at me from the bathroom stalls, behind the teacher's desks. Did I care? Nope.

Okay, I did, but not in the way one would think. The little spring in my step, a slight smirk. My thoughts were occupied with my upcoming dinner with Tony.

Peter and his pet nerds stood at my side, the ever watchful guards. I had no idea why they decided I needed reassurance or their comfort (I did not), but I had to admit it was cute. MJ, in particular, glared her Death Ray Stare at any male-identifying student that dared to as much as look wrongly in my direction. I mostly ignored the trio. Pete himself did a great job with entertaining his friends, he babbled on as usual, about everything and nothing in particular. Mouth ulcers. He was going to get them one day.

Dad called me during third period, saying he was flying off to California. I would have been lying if I said I didn't know why he scheduled the sudden trip; mother's total radio silence and the absence of her laptop in her own office spoke volumes about the state of my family's affairs. They had a fight and ran off to the opposite ends of the continent. I didn't understand why mother was upset with me, though. I saved her face during dinner at Tony's, so why is she mad about me going to a party with dad? Baffling woman.

Admitting the house felt like home when either of them were absent was hard. Or, perhaps, I felt nothing at all. Spending so much time around the Brady Bunch- the Avengers made me too soft for my own liking. It wasn't just Tony that lived in mind rent-free all the time now; there was Bruce, with his kindness, Bucky with his overgrown teenager attitude, Wanda with her wit and hair that smelled like cheap shampoo - seriously, I absolutely had to show her the benefits of decent hair products. That was just to list the few little quirks. There were so many people, all of them different and wonderful in their own way.

To summarize it, I was both happy for them and bitter for not having any of that to myself. Although it made me kind of glad I didn't have a sibling - looking after someone in the mess that mother and dad created would've been a nightmare. They say it's always a better place where we are not.

I went through a whole pack of cigarettes in a span of a couple of hours. Plagued by strangely melancholic thoughts, trying to push down the anxiety over my upcoming date, my choice of outfit proved to be a cumbersome task while in process.

Expensive but simple dress with spaghetti straps, in my favourite colour. That was the easiest part. A good base for any accessories. Would Tony like it? Would the press make outrageous comments?

Either way, it would. Dad's comments cut deeper than I probably realized it until now; in a sudden bout of self-awareness and a couple of mouse clicks later... Tony wouldn't care. Tony wears suits with sneakers. The Manolos flew back, towards my shoe closet, and a pair of Chanel trainers made their debut. A Hermes 2002 barely weighed down by my wallet, keys and phone. A nice coat, too, appropriately light and so very conceptual and fashionable.

I spent way too much time deciding on what to wear. A stern talking to, however, didn't help me, and I had to redo my make-up - the "nude", "all natural" look was one of the hardest to nail. Or so Marie Claire said. Whatever, my highlighter game was, as usual, on point.

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hemmoangel · 3 years

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Dr. Gay Dreamboat Pt. 1

AN: I am giving the people what they want! Here is my comeback one shot’s first part. I hope you all enjoy it because this series is going to be STEAMY!

Basically, Ashton is a doctor and Luke is his hot femboy nurse who has the hots for him...enjoy

Warning:There will be smut and mentions of smut throughout the series! Bottom! Luke and top! Ashton, of course. DO NOT READ IF YOU HATE GAY STUFF! Also, be sure to like a reblog if you enjoy!

Here’s the link for ao3 :) :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29210262/chapters/71721195

Working as a pediatric nurse had its perks. For example, Luke enjoyed socializing with children—they always had interesting stories to tell, and he liked wearing comfy clothes to work every day. He felt so professional in his little white scrubs. He also enjoyed stealing the candy from all the jars at the receptionist's desk. They always kept lollipops or gummy bears for the children who had a hard time handling vaccinations. But perhaps, the most exciting part (for most of the nurses, in fact) was how attractive he found his boss.

It wasn't the reason he had initially wanted the job. He was excellent with kids, and the registered nurse position required only a three-year degree. It paid more than enough to support his dog himself. It was a lovely job all around. The people were friendly, and there was such a diverse clientele that Luke met people from all over Sydney. It was social job with excellent pay; he couldn't ask for more. Except for the fact that his boss was a dreamboat.

They met at the interview—Luke was a blubbering mess. He wasn't exactly the smartest interviewee, so he rambled any time the man with fluffy brown hair and deep hazel eyes asked him a question.

"Are you from around here, Luke?" His voice had hit Luke's ears like velvet. It felt like a question he would receive at a gay bar, but he definitely wasn't imagining this guy at a gay bar during something as important at a job interview. Right?

"Oh, yeah. I grew up here...all my life," Luke swallowed thickly. He watched the doctor's hands, searching for a wedding ring. He didn't find one.

He's probably too busy for a love life, he thought and bit his lip.

"That's great. You'll easily relate to the patients then. They need someone kind and familiar with the area. It soothes them. I think you'll make a great nurse," The doctor, Ashton, assured. Luke had never heard such eloquent words in his life. He wanted to marry this man and have kids with him. But then, Luke realized that he had only answered two questions. Were his responses really that good? He was a dumb twink with nothing in his head except this doctor's dick for crying out loud!

Maybe Dr. Ashton Irwin saw a bright future inside of him too.

After that, Luke made it his personal mission to get on the handsome doctor's good side. Any chance that he had, he would ask his opinion or ask how to pronounce the name of some ridiculously long prescription just so Ashton would allow their arms to brush. Sometimes, Luke could smell the aftershave or cologne that he wore. It made his head spin.

He was always looking for new ways to get close to him.

"Dr. Irwin, I really love the new murals that you've picked for the examination rooms. The kids are going to love all the pretty colors!" Luke gushed, snacking on one of the children's lollipops in the office break room. He sucked it to stain his lips red.

"Oh yeah? I think so too. I was a hyper child, so I'm sure I would have loved all of the mind-numbing rainbow," Ashton laughed, looking over at Luke, "Hey, isn't that one of the lollipops we give to the kids?"

Luke blushed, "Yeah...just one. I really like the cherry ones," he felt like a child being scolded. It almost was electrifying. He was hoping that his scrubs made him look particularly attractive today. They always did give his bum a certain heart shape.

"That's funny, Luke. You always light up the office," Ashton said softly, unaware that he had just made Luke's entire week. Oh, what he wouldn't do to sink to his knees right there in the break room and risk this man's entire PhD.

The room was thick since they were alone. Luke could hear the coffee machine whirring and the hands on the clock slowly tick tock. He ached to hear more of Ashton's praise. And maybe he was delusional, but Ashton only ever spoke so softly about him. It caused him to fantasize about being the doctor's fem-boy wife. They would have so many kids. Ashton was so thoughtful when it came to children, Luke was positive that he would want a million with him. Plus, what could be better than a man who already knows where the prostate is? Maybe he needed a therapist, but he was only human. When he saw the stretch of veins in the doctor's forearms or caught the glimpse of a sweet smile stretch across his lips, Luke felt true love.

"Yeah, I am pretty thrilled with the rainbow myself. I love representation," Luke pretended to flip his hair.

"That's why I chose rainbow walls. We deserve to be well accounted for in the office just like everyone else," Ashton flashed Luke a sincere smile.

Luke was a puddle. Just like at the interview, he was unsure of how to answer. The love of his life was at least a little gay too! He diverted his eyes back to his sucker, crossing his legs and trying to fight back a burning blush. He couldn't help but hope that Ashton had been flirting with him at least a little bit. They always shared carried good conversation and cracked small jokes between the two of them. His heart wished for the best, but his himbo brain warned him of being too rash. He loved this job, and he didn't want to lose it over an assumption.

But in that same vapid brain, devoid of all thoughts except cock and becoming someone's breeding bunny, he thought of a plan.

Luke was going to seduce his boss.

"Well, our lunch is over, Luke. Time to head back," Ashton threw away his trash from lunch, washing his hands before putting his white coat back on. Luke liked the sight of the doctor's figure in his scrubs.

"Yes, sir, Dr. Irwin," Luke stood, making sure to bend over a little when he threw his sucker stick into the bin. He listened for any sounds of disgruntlement, but all he heard was Ashton's footsteps as he walked to the door.

Luke followed, grateful that Ashton had waited to hold the door for him. Could he get anymore dreamy?

"You're with me in room 5, Luke," Ashton said, "Just a 9 month old's check up, but I need a nurse to help me when they get their first round of shots. Usually when the mums try to help, the baby ends up crying more. No biggie. It's still slow since school isn't back in session." He was checking over the baby's medical record. Luke was checking him out. His future husband knew everything. He had to be good in the bedroom.

"Yes, sir, Dr. Irwin," Luke gushed, correcting his tone when he heard himself. He hoped he didn't sound too smitten already. He had a hard time controlling himself around Ashton, especially when he was talking all smart about doctor stuff.

"Luke, don't call me sir. That's for when we're alone in the break room," Ashton teased without looking up from the paperwork in his hands. Luke gasped under his breath, feeling his cheeks burn hot.

Maybe his plan wasn't so vapid after all.

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pariah-indp · 3 years

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Pariah (often stylized as PariAh) is a five-membered South Korean boy group under PNation Entertainment. They are a self-producing group that focuses on vocals and rap skills, wanting to bring authenticity to korean Idol music. Deemed the Anti-Kpop Group by many, they reject the doctored personalities and loveless love songs of now days Kpop. The group consists of three disgruntled Big Hit Entertainment trainees, Gxrl Gxng's ex-backup dancer, and an uncredited Big Hit producer and songwriter. They are slowly gaining popularity both domestically and internationally with their authentic sound and look. They reap the benefits of idol promotion, but aren't limited by the idol title.

(─ debut date ) : January 11th, 2020.

(─ debut release ) : Obession | Let Me Introduce Myself - The 1st Album

(─ members ) : Death the Rapper, Mars, Nicky, Jae, Benji.

(─ music style ) : R&B, Hip Hop, Trap, Pop, Funk

(─ concept ) : Retro-Futurism, Dystopian, Story Line-Based

(─ fandom ) : ─

( ─ ADDITIONAL NOTES )

▪︎The boys were put together in the earlier part of 2015, two years after would be labelmates BTS, and two years prior to other would be labelmates GIRU.

▪︎While under Big Hit, all the boys had undergone vocal training as they were set up to be a more vocally focused group in opposition to BTS' then hip hop and rap concentration.

▪︎Their dances are sometimes lackluster in an effort to prioritize their vocals and rap.

▪︎4/5 members are fluent in English, two being native to the language and the other two learning from them. The groups speaks about four languages as a whole.

▪︎TXT's debut and the mistreatment of the members during individual ventures has been rumored to have been the last nail in coffin for the Pariah members.

▪︎They own an old Big Hit dorm. It was purchased by the Hwang Family and given to their son and Pariah member, Nicky Hwang.

▪︎They are notably close to their fandom, international and domestic, knowing inside jokes and they are known to call out their fans on their toxic behavior towards eachother, the members and other non-fans.

▪︎One way or another each members feels like an outcast within the community they've grown up in. Whether rich or poor, gay or straight, they feel like they will always be a Pariah to those that "love" them.

#kumokocnet #aeskocnet #kpop oc #kpop oc group #kpop boy group #kpop #oc kpop #oc boy group #oc kpop group #oc kpop idol #pariah ◇ information #pariah ◇ tings #they're back lol

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theradioghost · 5 years

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some recs for my podcast mutuals who are burnt out on horror & sad plot stuff

aka I’ve been seeing a few flavors of people exhausted by several of the most popular podcasts around here being pretty dark right now & I have attempted to put together a tasting menu of some stuff I think might help alleviate that burnout (& which also deserves some more love)

1. I'm okay with stuff that’s still on the dark or macabre side, I'd just like something that isn’t 100% characters I care about suffering horribly all the time, maybe some laughs in there

The Beef and Dairy Network: Like a seriously disturbing body horror podcast, except British satirical comedy! About cows! You kind of have to listen to it to get what’s going on tbqh it’s nearly impossible to explain but if you like horror and are just tired of being depressed about it maybe try this one. NOT for the easily nauseated.

Wooden Overcoats: black comedy sitcom about two rival funeral homes on a small island, one run by The Most Perfect Man On Earth (tm) and the other run by two misanthropic twins with a knack for disaster (and their hypercompetent assistant (and a mouse who wants to be an author)). this one is about watching the protagonist suffer horribly all the time but like, this time it’s usually a lot funnier and honestly he deserves it

Death by Dying: (so far very short) dark comedy about the resident obituary writer of idyllic Crestfall, Idaho, who sets out to tell the stories of how the town’s residents died and ends up uncovering a lot of other things, like conspiracies, and man-eating cats, and a poet’s vanishing childhood home, and what his friend the Angel of Death isn’t telling him about what’s in the dark woods. has very strong ASOUE or Pushing Daisies vibes, that sort of dark whimsy and really distinct narrative voice

Arden: “true crime” comedy-ish mystery podcast feat. two of the best bickering hosts anywhere and a whole third host called homoerotic tension, trying to solve a decade-old Hollywood mystery. secretly a shakespeare adaptation. one of the hosts is michelle agresti. an airline run by killer robots is involved, somehow. it’s a perfect storm

2. I’m good with some plot and higher stakes, but I need something more kind and hopeful right now:

Middle:Below: 10-minute episodes about a man who travels between the worlds of the living and the dead to solve the problems of restless ghosts, and the three friends he does it with -- a ghost, a cat, and a writer. their tagline is “remember: bad things will happen.” this is basically a lie, this show is extremely sweet

Alba Salix: high fantasy medical workplace comedy about hospital staff in a fairytale-ish kingdom, namely one grouchy witch, one distracted fairy, and one extremely disgruntled teenager sentenced to community service. also comes with the miniseries The Axe And Crown, which is about a gay troll bartender, his clueless landlord, and his bombastic niece, and also is one of the most heartfelt touching pieces of audio fiction I’ve ever heard?

Dark Ages: also a high fantasy workplace comedy, but in this one the dysfunctional cast work at a magical natural history museum, which thanks to recent events is now hosting the mythical Dark Lord on top of all the usual problems caused by their complete incompetency.

Solutions to Problems: a sci-fi relationship advice show feat. human host Janet and alien host Loaf. also feat. banter, illegal time travel, what to do when the AI that controls the air you breathe is your on-again-off-again girlfriend, and how to avoid your many spouses when they insist you need to come back to the homeworld and spend some time with your spawn.

Victoriocity: steampunk buddy-comedy mystery show, in which misanthropic detective Archibald Fleet (aka Tom Crowley but he’s grouchy this time) and intrepid newbie journalist Clara Entwhistle (aka an absolute ray of sunshine) uncover some Secret Plots within the government of a very different victorian london. if you like the “opposing personalities come to care deeply about one another as friends” trope this one is for you

Inn Between: not an actual play, but a show about the developing relationships of a party of RPG-esque adventurers as they rest at the inn between campaigns. you don’t see the adventures, just the crew growing closer and learning about one another in their moments of peace.

The Strange Case of Starship Iris: sci-fi adventure about a stranded biologist and a ragtag crew of smugglers who set out to resist an authoritarian government, solve a mystery, and prevent a second human-alien war. as far as I can tell their plan for accomplishing this is to be as funny, gay, and adorable as possible, and to dismantle oppressive systems via the power of found family tropes. also via the power of linguistics.

3. just give me the fluffiest, funniest, sweetest, most relaxed, lowest-stakes thing you have:

Everything is Alive: meditative, deeply touching show where Guy From Public Radio holds interviews with inanimate objects. the interviews are super genuine and beautiful and I think they’re improvised, or at least they sound very natural? for people who want to be profoundly moved by a can of generic brand cola (you may not know but you are one of those people)

Standard Docking Procedure: a self-described “hopepunk” scifi sitcom about a group of employees on a space station, dealing with the little daily misadventures of difficult tourists, traffic control disasters, nonexistent love lives, and each other. Has an explicitly stated purpose of staying happy, lighthearted, and comforting.

Love and Luck: tied for absolute most heartwarming audio drama in existence. the story of the relationship between two Australian men, told through voicemail messages, as they fall in love, start a cafe, build a supportive and loving local queer community of close-knit friends and chosen family who help one another through thick and thin, and also find out that they can do magic apparently (IMPORTANT NOTE: there are some darker events and themes tackled in the plot starting around the latter half of the first season, but the focus of the story itself is always on how people support and help one another through trauma and difficulty, and the explicitly stated core premise of the show is that every character will have a happy ending and be okay.)

Quid Pro Euro: Look Around You-esque satire of old 80s and 90s instructional tapes where Felix Trench tells you what the European Union will look like in the far-off year of 2000. I don’t know anything about the European Union but I cackle like a witch when I listen to this

The Cryptonaturalist: I know you’ve seen his tweets. well it’s that but a podcast. just a man with an extremely nice voice talking about fantastical creatures like salamanders that swim through parking lot asphalt or foxes that roam the shelves of libraries at night. in between he reads poetry and generally talks about nature in the most beautiful way you could imagine. this show feels like a peaceful walk in the woods.

The Hidden Almanac: a podcast made 90% out of gentle fantasy worldbuilding, as a somewhat grumpy man in a plague doctor mask tells you about the history of his world and distributes gardening advice. has an immense archive of four-minute long episodes. it’s best to listen in order, because there is continuity, and be aware that about the first year or so has dropped off most feeds. written and performed by much-loved fantasy writer and artist Ursula Vernon and her husband Kevin.

Startripper!!: the other forerunner for most heartwarming audio drama in existence. seriously, you cannot imagine how much joy Startripper!! will bring into your life. it’s just the travelogue of one little alien with a heart full of enthusiasm and love setting out to see the universe and making friends along the way with just about everyone he meets, including his extremely loveable spaceship AI. I really mean it. listen to this show if you listen to nothing else.

Cabin Pressure: BBC radio workplace comedy about the dysfunctional crew of the world’s smallest airline. not only utterly hilarious but will tug on your heartstrings more than you could possibly imagine (this does not look at first like a found family story but it so very much is). warning for bendytoots cucumberpatch but like, in the one and only valid role he’s ever played. you definitely cannot find this show by searching its name on the Internet Archive.

#HEY DO YOURSELVES A SELF CARE! LISTEN TO SOME THINGS THAT ARE NICE! I LOVE YOU #bobbie recommends things #my posts #podcast recs

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doctorthedoctor · 4 years

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Long thasmin (mostly Yaz) rambles under the cut. I have a lot of feelings about it, but that’s nothing new.

tl;dr Yaz is queer and I really hope this is where they actually plan on going with it.

I wish we knew if they’re planning on making Yaz canonically queer. If they are, I’m so interested in where she’s at in terms of her relationship with her identity. We’ve gotten a glimpse into her past, but there’s still so much we don’t know, like why she was bullied and what prompted her to run off. She’s clearly had to pull herself out of a very dark place, yet we hardly know any details about what bought her there (funny how that sounds exactly like the Doctor).

I know a lot of people are of the belief that Najia is the captain of the thasmin ship, but I’ve personally never felt that way. To me, she doesn’t look or sound thrilled by the concept of Yaz seeing the Doctor when she asks about it. And Yaz doesn’t seem very comfortable with the question. She initially responds with a disgruntled, “Not now!” and punctuates the exchange with, “Please, can we not have this conversation now? And not in front of [Robertson].” And between those lines, neither she nor the Doctor give Najia a clear answer.

This is just my take and it could very well be wrong, but the fact that Yaz expresses multiple times that she doesn’t want to talk about it tells me that a conversation of this nature has happened before. And judging by the tension between them, it probably didn’t go very smoothly.

I mean, nothing about this exchange looked or sounded comfortable to me:

It’s notably different from how Najia and Yaz interact later when the same question is asked about her and Ryan. The two respond with an immediate and definitive, “No.” Najia seems disappointed by their answer, yet she doesn’t press the topic and the story moves forward. This exchange ends up being significantly shorter than the first, solely because Najia accepted their answer the first time around.

Does anyone smell some heteronormativity in the air? Queer people are painfully familiar with having to spend time explaining their identity to others. It’s a conversation we’re forced to have over and over throughout our lives. That definitely sounds like an experience Yaz can relate to.

Ryan and Yaz look uncomfortable when she asks (which is understandable), but Najia looks much happier about the concept and disappointed when she finds out they aren’t dating:

And even the staging is interesting. Najia is positioned between Yaz and Ryan in the second scene, as opposed to being placed next to Yaz with a desk between them and the Doctor. When she’s talking to Yaz and Ryan, she’s on the same level as them and sounds friendlier. But when she’s talking to the Doctor, Yaz is sitting while she stands and assumes a more authoritative position/tone.

Sure, the Doctor is a stranger and Ryan is a childhood friend, but the Doctor was so nice to Najia when she met her. As far as I can remember, she never gave her a solid reason to be suspicious. If anything, she was too nice, given the way Najia reacts to the hug and compliment about her daughter, then proceeds to distance herself. She’s not Yaz’s mum, she’s Najia. And at the end of the episode, she continues to press Yaz about the Doctor, but never mentions Ryan again.

We know that there’s been a strain on her home life at some point after hearing her conversation with that officer, because she mentions Yaz’s parents not understanding her (not getting “what’s up”). As they they talk, the officer mentions Yaz wanting to run away from everyone, including herself. In trying to convince her that these feelings will pass, she essentially tells her there’s something good waiting on the other side if she runs toward herself instead—which is something queer people really need to hear.

It’s obviously not the only factor, and like I said, I could be wrong but...this sure does look like something that would make a person run from who they are:

After all, Yaz did promise her mom she would tell her about the Doctor when she got back from picking up bread, then proceeded to run off with her. As far as we know, Najia is still in the dark about their relationship—whatever that happens to be.

Aside from that, Yaz is the only one in the fam who hasn’t had any romantic interactions outside of the Doctor and the Master. I guess we could also count Ryan (I’m not against it because I headcanon her as bi) but I genuinely get more of a sibling vibe from them. Regardless, we all know the Master cozied up to Yaz because she fits the mold of who the Doctor has traveled with in the past. I can’t speak to classic who, but from Nine and on, the Doctor’s got a type and we all know it, including the Master.

Then we have all of the parallels between thasmin and various couples in the show. I’m not even going to begin to list them, but the crumbs are abundant and delicious. That gay cop and astronaut? I mean, come on.

On top of all that, the one really Yaz centric episode we’ve had dealt with themes of prejudice and a love within her own family that broke away from societal norms. Like, shit. The Doctor married Prem and Umbreen in a small, private ceremony because she was the only one who was willing to look past their religions. And because this was a relationship that went unknown to Yaz (for a vastly different reason, but still), even she wasn’t happy with the Doctor for agreeing to it at first.

Though private, their marriage was an act of rebellion against outside forces. And who did Umbreen specifically have tension with about the concept of marrying someone who was Hindu? Her mother. But she and Prem even created a new wedding tradition that celebrated their own love by tying their hands with the rope that fell in the water. “Now it can be our thing, if we want it to be,” Umbreen said.

(This is a side note, but if Najia truly isn’t chill about Yaz being queer, I really want to see Umbreen tell her about Prem. I want to hear her recount her experiences with her own love being scrutinized and challenged. I think it would be a cool way for Najia to learn who the Doctor really is, and just how much of a positive impact she and Yaz have made on her life already.)

Yaz struggled in Demons of the Punjab because everything she believed to be true about Umbreen’s life (and her own by extension) turned out to be so different from what she expected. But what she witnessed in that episode helped her understand that people deserve to share their experiences on their own terms. If that doesn’t translate into a narrative about Yaz’s own identity, I don’t know what will.

In season 12, Yaz spent this entire time focusing on the Doctor, but it was executed in a way that furthered her own development. Yaz clearly has feelings for her, but now we have a better understanding of what traveling with the Doctor means to her as a whole. Yaz idolizes her, constantly thinks about what she would say or do. She wants to impress her, prove herself capable of solving problems and saving people. In the process of doing this, she’s grown more confident in her own abilities, independently breathing hope and action into situations that feel paralyzing and hopeless. This is exactly what Yaz has wanted all along, with or without the Doctor. Yaz wants to matter and she wants to do work that matters. The Doctor gives her this. She tells her they can’t have a universe without her. She gives her the chance to make an impact in a way she doesn’t feel like she can at home.

I think their relationship could serve as such a wonderful catalyst for Yaz to step into her own identity and eventually find her place without needing the Doctor. Like Graham said, she doesn’t have a time machine or a sonic, but she’s doing the whole human race proud. Yaz deserves a “You were fantastic. And know what? So was I” moment.

I love thasmin as much as the next person, but I’m honestly less interested in seeing her feelings reciprocated by the Doctor than I am in witnessing Yaz’s journey to confront her feelings in the first place. I want to see or hear her express them in a way that leaves no room for doubt. Everything feels so blatantly intentional at this point, but there’s still just enough ambiguity for me to worry that they’re not going to follow through. They’ve planted all these wonderful little seeds along the way, it would be such a disservice to all fans (not just queer fans) if we never get to see them bloom.

#yasmin khan #thasmin #doctor who #doctor who spoilers #s12

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swissmissficrecs · 4 years

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Best young adult Sherlock fics? LOL. Thank you so very much.

Reply: I have these two lists for academic settings in that age range:

High School and University (Sherlock and John as students)

Schools and Universities (Sherlock and John as students, instructors, or investigating a case in an academic setting)

And these two rec lists of fics where they meet either as children, teens, or young adults:

Meeting Before Canon

Additional meeting before canon

Finally, I can add these AU’s which are not on any of the above lists and have Sherlock in his late teens and 20′s:

A Broken Engagement by ButterscotchCandybatch (18K, Explicit, Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes, the younger son of the Baronet Siger Holmes, is forced to break off his engagement to the commoner, young Navy Lieutenant John Watson. He retreats into cold isolation and a laudanum addiction and it appears he may never have another offer of marriage. When the rich and dashing Captain Watson returns eight years later, he is now courting a family friend, Mary Morstan. Can Sherlock win back his John? Regency period AU.

Almost Home by Berty (13K, E, Johnlock) "He pulls out the ID card – the one that Sherlock had somehow seen when he was buying drinks at that awful club. He’s had other ID cards since then but he's hung on to this one for some reason. He looks at the image of his face, young and pale and idealistic, and he knows that just a month later that man would have found and lost the love of his life within a week, and even knowing that, John wouldn’t change a single thing."

Breck Verse (orphaned) (22K, Explicit, Johnlock) Dr. Watson, world-renowned cardiac surgeon, accepts an invitation to be keynote speaker at a medical conference in Breckenridge, Colorado, a ski resort town in the Rocky Mountains. He meets a sexy young bartender at the opening dinner then spends the week making his baby happy.

Elementary, Actually by blueink3 (26K, E, Johnlock) Just back from the war, 26-year-old John Watson is looking for a job. Luckily, his old buddy Mike Stamford has one in mind: “Mike, you did not tell me this was a porno.”

Just Like That series by cwb (201K, E, Johnlock) John and Sherlock are best friends, until John goes and changes. (American unilock AU)

Strong at the Broken Places by blueink3 (10K, M, Viclock, Johnlock) They dated for ten months during Sherlock's first year of uni and John's last before the latter went off to fight someone else's war. When they meet again two-and-a-half years later, John's gained a scar in his shoulder and a limp he can't seem to shake. Sherlock's gained a new boyfriend and bruises he can't seem to explain away.

The Printer is Jammed by startrekto221b (40K, G, Johnlock) John is a disgruntled customer who just wants his money back for a shoddy printer Harry ordered for him off of a catalogue. Sherlock is a bored customer service rep working the summer he has off from Oxford. They are both about to get more than they bargained for.

The Wedding Garments by cwb (105K, E, Johnlock) This is the story of a young consulting detective who wants nothing to do with marriage and an army doctor who wants to find true love. It's 2020 post-Brexit England and the British government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through state-run agencies and date in hopes of finding love (and tax benefits). Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. Hesitant to give in to his more carnal urges because of the way they derail his mind, how will Sherlock progress toward the more intimate aspects of a relationship? The answer lies in a very special wedding gift.

Wrapped Around Your Finger by MojoFlower (27K, Explicit, Johnlock) Summary: Virgin!Sherlock, 18 and just out of school, is in Morocco in the early 1900’s to learn about the ways of the world. Dr. John Watson, lately of the British Army and invalided out at age of 36, picks him up in the market place. Lessons (you know what kind) are taught and absorbed. Inspired by the song Wrapped Around Your Finger by The Police. I’d say PWP, except there’s a soupçon of plot, given that it’s a story worked around the lyrics of the song.

You’ve Begun to Feel Like Home by yalublyutebya (24K, M, Viclock, Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes is everything Father John Watson should probably disapprove of. He's an atheist, a rationalist, an addict, and gay. But none of those things is enough to stop him from being the most fascinating person John's ever met.

#request #rec list #honeybeemotorcycles

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oswildin · 4 years

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Personal ~ Dhawan!Master x Reader

~ I’ve tried to write this from my own experience, I came out a few years ago now when I believed I was asexual (turns out I just had a very under active thyroid and didn’t go through puberty fully looool) but I know how hard it is to feel that pressure and fear of people accepting you. Don’t ever hide yourself from your loved ones. If they really love you, they’ll accept you no matter what. Don’t allow people to let you believe otherwise. Also my parents just knew I was a lil gay, I had naked photos of Lady Gaga up on my wall and I tried to kid them into thinking I only fancied boys ahahaha ~

Request: I’m turning up again like a bad penny but you’re my favourite writer here so I couldn’t resist 😂 can I request a fic where the reader comes out to the master, and he’s really sweet and supportive? I’m bi but I don’t mind if that’s not specified in the fic, I just need a lil boost bc I’m debating coming out to my main circle of friends and a few are strongly religious so I’m a bit nervous lol anyway thank you ilysm you’re amazing xoxo 💕💕 ( @tragic-and-tried )

(Y/S) - Your Sexuality

Warnings: if you don’t like gays get the fuck away (like seriously go away)

You wrung your hands nervously. You were just going to do it. It’s not that hard. Nope. Just let the words flow out of your mouth. Just let them out.

But what if he hates you? Doesn’t accept you? You felt stupid for thinking that way, but couldn’t help it. Others in your life have openly spoke badly about the LGBTQA+ community, and it led you to hide your true self from them.

It was so damn hard. You tried not to let slip how you found a girl/guy attractive. Not just attractive, like ‘damn look at that fine piece of ass’ attractive.

You sighed, pacing around the console anxiously as the TARDIS seemed to sense your discomfort, humming at you as you patted the console affectionately. You didn’t know what she was saying, but you knew it was probably something nice.

The Master entered the room, watching you pet the console tentatively as he raised a brow in curiosity.

“Do you two want some alone time?” He joked as you jumped at his voice. You sent him a nervous glance, forcing a laugh out. He furrowed his brows at your odd behaviour before shaking his head and approaching the console himself.

“Erm...” You cleared your throat. “Can we talk?” You began, watching him intently as he didn’t look back at you, concentrating on the console.

“As long as it isn’t about something stupid. I don’t want to know who is dating who, or who won the latest talent show your primitive planet aired.” He muttered as you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“No.” You told him. “It’s not about that. It’s about me.” You said as he finally looked at you, raising a brow.

“You’ve been around me too long.” He commented. “That sounded slightly pompous.” He joked as you groaned in annoyance.

“No, just shut up for a second.” He gave you a glare. “Please.” You said wearily as he sighed, folding his arms over his chest, showing you he was ready. “Right... ok... I’m just going to say it. I’m (Y/S).” He didn’t flinch as he stared at you amused, uninterested, unbothered... You clicked your tongue. “So, yeah. That’s a thing.” You coughed awkwardly.

“Okay.” He shrugged, before going back to the console. You furrowed your brows, almost annoyed at his reaction.

“Okay?” You raised a brow, scoffing. “Is that it?”

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, genuinely confused. “Congratulations? You’re one of the elite few that will find it easier to integrate into the universe in the future?” He pursed his lips as you looked surprised, your mouth hung slightly open as you tried to find words. “(Y/N), I’m from a planet where we can change our gender. Do you really think I concern myself with those little details?” He questioned as you swallowed the lump in your throat, all nerves gone as you realised what he was saying was true. He was the last person you probably should’ve been worried about telling.

“I guess not.” You shrugged. “Sorry. It’s just... this is normally a lot harder.” You furrowed your brows. “I guess humans are very close minded beings.” You muttered as he gave you a look that said ‘duh’. “You can change genders?” You asked, as he rolled his eyes.

“That’s what you got from that?” He sighed. “Yes. I was a she once.” He waved you off. “Scottish too.” You raised your brows in surprise as you stifled a giggle. “Listen, people are going to judge you either way. I know. It doesn’t matter what gender you like or what you identify with, at the end of the day, you’re all stupid humans that live meaningless, pointless mundane lives-“

The Master was cut off by you encasing him in a tight hug. He pulled a disgruntled face at your gesture of affection. He tensed, awkwardly standing there as you held him.

“Thank you.” You smiled into his shoulder.

“I didn’t do anything.” He commented. “I’m fact I was just insulting your species-“

“Shhh.” You cut him off. “Just enjoy this moment.” You told him gently as he reluctantly followed your instructions, allowing you to show him your gratitude. “So...” You pulled away finally. “The Doctor...”

“Was a man.” He informed you as you laughed lightly.

“No way!” You exclaimed. “Was she hot?” He rolled his eyes, turning away as you couldn’t help but smile at his reaction. “Oh come on! If you’re so evolved...” You wiggled your brows as he groaned in annoyance.

“Humans.” He exasperatedly said. “Always so personal.”

#the master x reader #doctor who imagine #reader insert #the master imagine #dhawan master x reader #dhawan master #sacha dhawan #dhawan!master #doctor who #dr who #fanfic #oneshot #the master

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