#could he be speaking metaphorically? maybe but i don’t get that sense

[wentzologist]

why did none of you tell me that pete said heaven iowa is about “drinking an entire screw-top bottle of wine to try to DRIVE OFF A CLIFF”????

#sorry maybe i missed it but what the fuck?? what the fuck??? #could he be speaking metaphorically? maybe but i don’t get that sense #pw #stardust #m #v

[thatdeadaquarius]

Genshin Sagau (?) Isekai Brainrot - Language

I've seen like ONE small kinda related Genshin Sagau/isekai idea for this but I wanted more of it so BAD

It’s not the most interesting thing in the world, it’s about our modern vernacular vs. Teyvat's flowery speech

Pls feel free to expand on or add to this pLEASE TAG ME IF U DO IM STARVING OUT HERE :)))

So I saw someone write like one sentence abt this (can’t remember who :( sorry I’ll update if I find them ) or like a brutally honest version??

But I also took inspo from how fucking wordy and long conversations that are in Genshin, even with ppl like Xiao (the rude boy that he is) or even Tighnari who gets to the point pretty quickly

It goes smth like:

So, all of Teyvet, (esp ppl like Zhongli 💀 u know the ones) talk,, flowery.

Like, the whole Pride and Prejudice style speaking, euphemisms, metaphors, for some characters (or Npcs) its full on POETRY. 

Lookin’ at you Kazuha.

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And going off of any variation of you being the Creator, (or otherwise an older mythical being?), they could have this thing where the older a deity/mythical thingy is, the simpler the speech. 

Kinda makes sense to them y’know? The older beings are serious, commanding, intimidating

And nothing says "I'm ancient as fuck and powerful as fuck" like simple blunt speech.

And being closer to the literal creation of the world, language would understandably be less complex (I’m assuming it’s the same as in human cultures in our world's history)

Like literally look at our fantasy typical stories, plenty of them have a dragon or ancient god that speaks in extremes, like so flowery its a metaphor, or so bluntly its startling (ie, "Be not afraid." "I am all powerful." etc etc)

And so, ancient powerful being = direct/blunt speech

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...Y'know,, almost like our modern vernacular.

Like, part of some of our modern day comedy is purely based on a sentence being delivered bluntly for impact

Hell our ads and videos and content in general we always want to get to the point, to say things simply

So with this in mind, even if you try to deny being the Creator, they might still think you are, or at least a more minor ancient deity/creature

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(like the Seven Sovereigns/Phanes/Shades/etc. for example would sound eerily modern or at least easy for you to understand bc of this trait lol)

(Also I'm just assuming u know Genshin lore enough to know what I meant by that ^)

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So, I love the AU where you just,, hitch a ride with the traveler like Paimon bc u start at the "beginning of the game",

And with every person you meet, you're like, "Ok, no, I promise this is just how my country/world speaks, it's not like that, I'm not some ancient deity…" 

And They're all like 🤨🤨🤨 "Well, fine traveler and companions, why does your speech sound so simplistic and sharp? Surely, you do not expect me to truly believe you.."

You: "Please I just talk like this, I'm a regular human."

Them: "Alright, if it is as you say,, you wish to not experience being "known" yes? Fear not, I will keep your secrets close to my chest."

You: "No, for the last time, that's not-" 

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And it just keeps happening, lol

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(srry I tried my best at emulate Genshin language + flowery speech idk how to do it)

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Like maybe you would just sound weird or like a foreigner speaking y’know in simpler sentences bc they don't know the language as well as native speakers, at least that could be how you sound to NPCs and ppl who don’t know abt simpler speech meaning

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...But the Adepti? Zhongli?? Barbatos maybe??? Even the Aranara??? Those who are old enough to maybe have heard how older beings speak or at least have knowledge of how they should speak/sound??

You couldn’t have predicted how shocked their faces were the second you opened you’re mouth… 

Sumeru scholars would freak tf out i stg, as soon as you meet Haypasia, she's already losing it, first the Irminsul progress, now this ancient being/Creator?? Girlie thinks its a sign lmao

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(I’m an Aether lover, and also bc I think Lumine looks badass as Abyss ruler, so I’m gonna go with Aether for traveler sorry Lumine mains love yall T-T)

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You, and Aether being equally confused at first pLEASE 😭 

lets say he speaks a little more fluffy than you at least, after all I’m assuming bc of the outfit that he’s from a fantasy-like place, and his replies can be a little fluffy like Teyvat’s residents, so he kinda fits in, kinda like everybody assumes he's just from another country when he gets to a new nation (at least that’s what I think happens??)

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Like after (maybe Diluc?) Lisa, Kaeya, Venti, and Jean (who I think would all be knowledgeable, thru diff means, about this enough to maybe recognize the simpler speech = ancient god thing)

ALL reacted shocked as hell at hearing you talk, and would probably explain (or Paimon before then?) in that infuriatingly roundabout way, that you would usually skip a couple dialogue boxes just to avoid bc yOU ALREADY GOT THE POINT or alternatively WHATS THE POINT HERE?? JUST SAY IT, WHATS THE COMMISSION/QUEST FOR/WHAT DO I DO??

(Those blue highlights be savin my impatient life, and i actually like lore stuff 💀)

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Oh that’s also another frustration. For you.

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It would drive me crazy if I had to wait like,, 2-3 minutes for ppl to explain what they ate for dinner or sm shit

Like, now imagine that’s everyone, about everything.

You don’t know how anything gets done in battles or wars, like you need faster communication for that right??💀

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Anyway, you, Aether and Paimon decide you just gotta not talk when you first meet people or like,, make sure you're gonna be around that person for a while so you don’t have to possibly get someone over the shock of your speech every time you guys talk to people 😭 that'd be so miserable I can already tell,,

Like at first, every convo ya’ll have had with people who recognize that direct speech trait as a thing, would take at least 10 minutes to finish talking about it/being shocked,,

It got so old so fast.

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(Like I already can’t communicate that good with ppl irl bc I misunderstand them, or they do me, or they just dont get what I mean, and as my friends put it, which I think would fit here for any language shenanigans we go thru in Teyvat, "A Shakespearean level of misunderstanding, hilarious but such a downward spiral to watch, it just gets more and more ridiculous as it goes on...")

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On another note, making fun of someone would be so fucking funny,

I’d like to give myself the benefit of the doubt that many characters, after getting used to your speech, would generally understand you (even if they always notice it, like an accent) and would actually rlly love hearing insults or even just generally how you would put things

(like maybe treating this almost like those vids of ppl with non-native english speaknig relatives/parents and its the most hilarious thing to watch them, usually get pissed 😭, at their kid, if u dont know what I mean look up on tiktok or smth)

And You just come off like those insults where you dont even use cuss words, you just like, drag queen read them into never showing their face again, and you did it in so few words!! 

They're amazed and oh, 

you've become the John Mulaney of Teyvat 

(Bad examples include:

Fontaine inventor: "...And I shall call my invention, crocks!"

You: "I wouldn't even be cremated in those." ) 

*Aether crying laughing in the background bc he never knows what you’re gonna say next, and Paimon's jaw dropped so hard

JFC this post is so long sorry, I probably will spam with a Part 2 but let me know if you’re interested in hearing more anyway!!

Thanks for reading this rambling!!

Or send in asks abt this 👀

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

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[soobnny]

they told me to — park sunghoon. best friends to lovers. drunken confessions. just pure fluff.

synopsis. sunghoon has a lot of things he wants to say to you, and it takes a couple drinks and a messy trip back home to finally say them (1.7k words)

note. this isn’t the most poetic, metaphorical thing i’ve written! just a cute and short oneshot if you fancy a quick read :) the only warning in this is that alcohol is mentioned

None of this was supposed to happen.

You were supposed to just take him home, as per request from Heeseung, who had staggered off into the night with an emergency. No, you weren’t supposed to be seated with a very drunk Sunghoon who had somehow managed to convince you to make a quick stop at an empty bus stop.

Even drunk, he had his way with words. Great.

The initial excitement of finally being able to witness what Sunghoon was like drunk faded away the moment he refused to budge when you tried to get him to stand and continue your trek back home. Why did he have to be so much taller than you? And why did you decide it’d be better to walk him home than take a cab? Only God would know.

“Get up, come on. It’s getting really late, and I don’t wanna get lost on my way back home from dropping you off.”

He was unusually quiet. In a sense that, if it was sober Sunghoon with you right now, he’d have fired back with some snarky remark. But at the moment, it was just silence.

Just you, him, and the moon.

You sighed, hands on your hips as you stood in front of his slouched body. “Didn’t think you’d be the lazy, slouched type of drunk. I always thought you’d be…. I don’t know, anything but.”

In another attempt to get him up, you grabbed onto his arm and yanked. “Hee owes me so much for this.” You mumbled to yourself, dropping his arm as you walked around the small bus stop. Looking behind your shoulder, you freeze once you realize he’s been staring at you. No part in particular, just you. You could only hope the bus stop light was dim enough to cover the blush that was coating your cheeks.

“Sit with me for a moment, you look like an idiot standing there.”

You blink at him, still standing meters away. His first words of the night, and he says that. You rolled your eyes before walking back over to where he was seated, dusting off the empty seat beside him.

And you weren’t looking for a second. A second. It had happened way too quickly, that after it happened, you were left seated there with your mouth agape and your eyes wide.

Did he just kiss you?

“Did you— Did that just… happen?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. Sunghoon threw his head back in response, mumbling a quiet ‘they told me to do it’.

There was no doubt your face was as red as it could be. You shake your head, letting out a big breath before standing back up, determined to just forget about it. He’s drunk, and you really need to get him home. You look back at him to tell him that you two seriously needed to head back, but the words get caught in your throat once your eyes meet his.

There he was again, staring. With droopy eyes, and a barely noticeable dopey smile.

“You’re drunk, you’re so drunk.” You say to yourself more than to anyone else. Almost as if you were reminding yourself that he was probably way out of his head when he decided to kiss you. All of this was making your head spin, it was supposed to be a simple task, you were just supposed to drop him home.

And suddenly, his tall figure is looming over you. “Okay, I’m ready to go home.”

All you could do was nod at him before slowly walking away from the bus stop and to the direction of his home. The two of you probably didn’t even make it 50 steps before he decided to speak up again.

“I lied.”

Your eyebrows raised, looking at him with a questioning look.

“Nobody told me to do it, but I really wanted to.”

And just like that, your heart was speeding like crazy, and another headache was on its way.

“Stop playing with me, Sunghoon. You’re just drunk.” You stated, as a matter of fact. “So maybe I’m a little drunk, but I’d still kiss you even if I wasn’t.”

“Just really drunk.” You repeated a little louder than before, a nervous laugh escaping your lips as if trying to play it off as a joke. Your racing heart would say different, but he didn’t have to know.

“And I’d do it again, but only if you’ll let me.” His voice was wavering, eyes fixated at you. You’d never seen Sunghoon like this, wide eyed and almost… hopeful.

And maybe, just maybe the effort of carrying him to the bus stop a while ago was all worth it. But then again, you remind yourself, this is Sunghoon you’re talking about.

He was never hopeful.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“You hugged me the day I won nationals, and sometimes that’s all I think about.”

You laughed at the idea he was implying. The boy who had spewed nothing but relentless teasing to you was now trying to say things far from what teasing’s supposed to be. A mile away from teasing. And in its own little way, it was almost endearing.

He’s standing now by the streetlight of his house. Just pausing, waiting for an answer. It’s obnoxiously quiet and your hands are sweaty despite the cold night air.

“A year and I never said anything. It’s cause I figured you felt annoyed by me. I mean… that’s also my fault, I made no effort in really telling you how I feel. But how could I, you know? I did try to show you. I really did. I hope you noticed, like… like remember when you got sick and Jake gave you notes on what you missed out on? That was me! I just told him to give it to you because I got embarrassed.”

There’s silence when he wills himself to look you in the eyes, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the sudden confession.

“Hey— could you say something?” You could tell he was getting a bit irritated at your lack of response. He didn’t even necessarily want an answer to his confession, he just didn’t like that you were quiet.

Sunghoon likes hearing your voice.

“I’m sorry, I’m just—“

“It’s okay, I’ll forgive you.” He didn’t even let you finish. The irritated look long gone and now replaced with a smirk, or at least what seemed like the poor excuse of a teasing expression. “But only if you let me kiss you.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to kiss you when you’re obviously drunk.”

He’s melodramatic.

Sunghoon is whining and pouting and grabbing at your arm at your rejection. “Sober words are drunk thoughts! Drunk… wait. Sober thoughts are drunk thoughts? You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Do I really know what you’re trying to say?”

“Are you teasing me?” Sunghoon looks offended, as if he’s just been defeated in his own game.

“I’m not!”

“Then, why won’t you kiss me?” His hand that was previously holding onto your arm falls to make contact with your own hand.

“Are my lips not kissable?” Sunghoon’s free hand immediately hovers over his lips, pinching them slightly before dropping down in defeat.

“I’d kiss you if you were sober.”

“Wait, really?”

You tell yourself he won’t remember this in the morning, so you continue. “Yes, but you're piss drunk and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

This would’ve been the perfect time to act on your feelings, to kiss the boy you’ve been crushing on for years with the reassurance that he’s not gonna remember anything. But, you’d never take advantage of anyone who didn’t have their full conscious state of mind. Regardless of your feelings or not. You weren’t like that.

“I’m sober.” Sunghoon answers before you can even finish your sentence. “I can prove it. I can walk in a straight line.”

He lets go of your hand, determined. With a pointed face looking straight ahead, Sunghoon takes a step. Then another. And then he’s off to the ground.

“Wait! Let me try again!” He’s defensive with his tone, stubbornly trying to get back up despite having a hard time in doing so. “Sunghoon, I need to get you home.”

He decides then and there to plant himself on the ground, refusing to budge. His lips are pursed as he tries to think of a negotiation.

“A peck then? That’s not a full kiss so you don’t have to feel bad! I know you don’t wanna kiss me because I’m way out of it. I was the same when I took care of your drunk ass a month ago.” He mutters the last part to himself, but you hear it clearly.

You’re embarrassed to think something similar happened last month, but with a switch of positions.

And you think he’s never gonna move from his position from the ground if he doesn’t receive a kiss tonight. A little peck won’t hurt, and you would be honest with him in the morning when he asks what happened.

The tired state of your brain dictates your answer, but by the time you’d come to your little conclusion, Sunghoon is already up from the ground and halfway to a kiss, just hovering, waiting for you to do something.

And you finally allow yourself to finish the kiss. It was quick, and you drew back almost immediately, hands on his arms while he tried to balance himself up on the streetlamp. “Wow.” He whispers out in a sigh.

“I better fucking remember this.” His hands stay on your cheeks, bumping his forehead against yours before giggling to himself. “Make sure I don’t forget this.” He mutters, patting your head. “Please.”

“Let’s get you home.” You sigh, a small fond smile on your lips as you drag him to walk the few final steps back to his home.

He taps the pockets of his hoodie as if to tell you the keys to his house were in there, and although nobody would look into something as small as that, your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat at the fact that he’s allowing you to take care of him (even if it meant the simple task of letting him into his house).

Sunghoon’s never been the type to allow anyone to take care of him.

“I’m gonna get going, okay?” You tell him after he had settled himself on his couch and drank the glasses of water you had offered. He nods his head gently before he’s reminded of something.

Before you can walk out his front door, he calls out for you. “We kissed, right? Don’t forget to tell me tomorrow. Or, you can help me type it into my notes so I won’t forget.”

You laugh quietly to yourself as he struggles to unlock his phone, trying to find his notes app before stretching his phone out to you. “I’ll just tell you tomorrow.”

“That must mean you like me too?” When you nod your head shyly at him, his face physically breaks out into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him crack.

“Okay, that’s good. Get home safe pretty.”

You close the door behind you, finally allowing yourself to let out the biggest smile you could ever muster.

You make sure to text Heeseung a quick ‘thank you’ for calling you to bring Sunghoon home.

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[thecuriousquest]

Levi with Yandere alphabet F1 +R1 please.

Chained Melody

Yan!Levi Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Request: “You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.” + “I’ll let you go when you understand this is where you belong.”

Warnings: SFW, Yandere themes, chains (not sexual), pistol whip, blood, Unwilling!Reader, kidnapping

Yandere Alphabet Prompt

Master List

Side Note: He’s just so Daddy. I love heem! Thanks for the ask, Adventurer! 🖤🤘

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It was something akin to a fever dream, a nightmare. You used to feel so safe in his arms. Now, your forehead is lined with sweat, rolling down the bridge of your nose as you lock up with fear.

His voice was low, soothing. Now it’s an intimidating growl every time he speaks to you. The subtle changes aren’t so subtle anymore.

You felt something was off, but you couldn’t pinpoint it. When you tried to break up with him, it was in that moment his mask came off. You saw everything that was lying underneath, needing to be provoked like a wild animal in order to come out of the cave. And God, do you regret ever doing so. You regret following your intuition, you regret the words of, “Levi, I think we need to go out separate ways.”

The way his face shifted, no contorted. He no longer looked like Levi. Long gone was your protector, now placed with a fervent dictator. He gripped you by the shoulders, eyes wide, lips taught from the stretch of screaming at you.

Your chest felt congested to the point where it was hard to breathe. You didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to placate him in this situation.

But you made sure to hit the last nail in the coffin when you said, “Levi, you need to let go of me.”

You meant it literally, not in the metaphorical sense in which Levi took it.

Let go of you? How could he ever let go of the love of his life? How could he ever transcend to a universe in which you are no longer his?

One hand moves to your throat, slowly squeezing, slowly making that congestion in your chest turn to cement. Your lungs cry out for air, any amount, even the slightest. Springs well up in your eyes, pooling at your lashes, rolling down your cheeks, collecting at your chin, and dripping onto the hand around your neck.

“P-please,” is all you can manage to rasp past the constriction in your throat. You’re begging him to let go, to not kill you.

You never imagined Levi at this point. Even when you raked over the thought of breaking things off with him, you never once considered it could end with you six feet under the ground.

Instinctually, you take in the first breath of fresh air and realize he has loosened his hold on your windpipe. You cough and sputter for more oxygen.

But your mind freezes, body locks up, eyes widen in fear when you feel cold steel press against the side of your head.

“Maybe, if I kill you, then I won’t have to worry about you with other guys anymore. That sounds like a fair deal. If you don’t want to be with me, then you get death.”

“N-no, no, Levi! I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, please, don’t do this.”

The words are stuck in your throat, to tell him you want to be with him, to beg him to take you back. You just can’t bring yourself to actually say those words.

How cute. You think you actually broke up with him? No, never. You’re still his. You still belong to him. Nothing you say could ever part the two of you.

“You don’t want me to do this?” he asks, his lips curling in cruel satisfaction.

“Yes, I…want to keep living. Please, don’t kill me!”

As your voice creeps higher, you can’t help but feel Levi shove the barrel of the gun further into your hair.

All too suddenly, you’re no longer able to think straight as the weapon slams against the side of your head.

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You wake up in a familiar room, his bedroom. The only thing different now is the feeling of metal around your wrist. A cuff linked to the headboard. You try to pry it off immediately, but a headache overcomes you.

Feeling the side of your skull, you notice a bandage has been wrapped around your head. Upon pulling your fingers away, you see light traces of scarlet clinging to the pads of your fingertips. You remember now. The entire incident with Levi leading up to him pistol whipping you.

“You’re awake,” his voice fills the room, not a command yet still commanding. “I wouldn’t move too much, brat. Just stay still and rest.”

It seems like he’s been here for a while, watching over you. He looks comfortable in that chair as a book rests in his lap.

“Why are you doing this to me? Let me go. You can’t keep me here. It’s not…not right. It’s crazy. You can’t keep people like pets!” The louder your voice gets, the more you find yourself wincing from the excruciating migraine.

“Y/N, you knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me,” he says as he walks over to the bed and sits down next to you.

“That’s not true,” you whisper as your eyes glisten with unshed tears. “I had no idea this was the real you.”

Levi gently cups your face, brushing your cheeks with his thumbs as he keeps you looking into his stone colored eyes.

“Don’t backtalk, brat. I’ll let you out of the cuffs when you fully understand this is where you belong.”

With those words, you find the springs overflowing and rolling down your cheeks, just like before.

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[rreskk]

Things to consider about Trevor and his character:

Everything is draining me but I got some energy for some “consider” factors :)

-We all know Trevor is maths smart and very intelligent. He is no idiot. He has some serious gut intuition and, despite being so undermined, his intelligence is extremely high through knowledge and street-smarts. However, I’ve noticed low literacy development from his text messages and subtle handwritten notes around his safe houses and liquor store. Although he speaks in metaphors and riddles, I can only imagine he may suffer from slight dyslexia. Whether or not that’s him being lazy (most likely), but it would make sense considering his broken education and temperaments. It’s something to consider and suits his character!

-Also consider the fact that maybe, due to his drug and substance use, his height shortened from over the years. He may be 6’1 now but before he fell into the addiction loop, he could have been possibly taller. Like 6’2, maybe a bit taller? Shit like that happens when you grow older with such addictions.

-Trevor mentioned to Michael before that he’s “in the best shape” of his life. This makes me all giggly because — as a North Yankton slut — this basically implies that he was a bigger boy before Los Santos. Man had some fat on him, and his ID from 2004 (cos of his old picture) says his weight initially was 206. A BIG boy. Need to serve him on a golden platter.

-The biggest question in my mind: who introduced him to helicopters and planes. Trevor joined the military with talent of flying. He had his cargo-plane side-job before meeting Mikey in the Midwest, where they met. This brings to think about how exactly he managed to get hands on a plane in the first place…

-Think about his life-style, and think about how flexible his sexuality would’ve been before the professional criminality happened — or just after it started. His ability without the drugs washing the chances of impregnating. His likeness of sex and intimacy. Expect him to have unknown children roaming the states with his genes and DNA.

-He mentioned doing only “petty” crimes before Michael, meaning that he probably hadn’t of killed a human person. (Unless I’m wrong). Petty crimes, for those who don’t know, includes offences like shoplifting, disorderly conduct, common assaults (usually drunk). Real petty crimes without purpose or intent. This meant that Trevor was weirdly innocent, if we are comparing him to present Trevor. With his anger issues as well. Without Michael, he would’ve had a relatively different life with a CHANCE to reparate himself and become something more.

-Following this, consider that it’s not all Michael’s fault that his criminality and incline in mental health was partially responsible for his discharge of the airforce. We all know how Trevor felt about it, I shouldn’t have to explain how distraught he was about it.

-Also consider Trevor and Michael fucking :)

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[miss-sweetea-pie]

I just saw an interesting maiko post. I didn’t want to comment or reblog because I figured that person didn’t want to have a discord considering the tags and some times tumblr recommended things to you. I probably wasn’t meant to see it honestly, But now I want to talk about it.

It was about how Zuko and Mai are just teenagers who don’t understand each other sometimes and then fail to communicate.

Also about how Mai’s emotionless trait collides with Zuko’s need for emotional validation and Zuko’s controlling possessiveness collides with Mai’s need for freedom. But they care for each other that doesn’t make them a bad couple, and Mai is not a bad girlfriend.

Honestly it a really good way to frame the relationship. I would also call it incompatible, maybe even toxic? it doesn’t make them bad people, but sometimes people do bring out the worst in you. Technically, this is true for Zuko, considering he went back to the fire nation, and he started dating Mai at the same time. Mai is the first person we see him speaking to after betraying his uncle and the show wants us to know he made the wrong choice. Mai is use as a narrative tool for Zuko’s lack of support in the fire nation,he’s miserable when he goes back home, and the one person, you would think he could connect with, his girlfriend, is cold and emotionally withdrawn. The show used Maiko to explore the the emptiness of being home in the fire nation, the empty promises of fire nation glory he been chasing and it doesn’t resonate with him anymore, also the impossible standard of gaining conditional love. (Sorry but Maiko is Zuko centric so it does makes Mai hard to read at best and abusive at worst)

I don’t deny that they care about each other in someway they’ve known each other since they were children, it’s safe and comfortable. but love is not enough. Honestly most toxic relationship in irl continue because they love each but they are not good for one other. Zuko and Mai they don’t understand each other and it seems like they don’t really want to understand each other. That’s the problem. (Mai mostly).

Maiko is really just a toxic cycle of their needs not being met

This scene where Zuko want to talk about his feeing and open up to her

Mai: *yawn* I just asked if you were cold not for your whole life story.

(Not going to lie, that was funny but it’s still a very dismissive thing to say, especially to your partner.)

Zuko is actually a little bit more sympathetic when she tells her “sob story” he didn’t yawn

Zuko: I like when you express yourself.

(her being off and on with her anger. Is like a metaphor for him being in the fire nation, trying to make something work and it’s not working. Constantly feeling like he said or does the wrong thing)

and It just bubbles over until they finally blew up

Zuko’s possessiveness is a reaction to after he feels like he has done all sorts of stuff to please her. it’s zuko reaching his breaking point. Boy is really insecure in this relationship because the feed back he gets from her is contempt. Sure we could argue and say that doesn’t make mai a bad girl friend maybe this is just her sense of humor or personality. well, it doesn’t mesh well with Zuko therefore, they are incompatible, and a bad couple with each other. 

( also Zuko is not nice here that’s kind of the point he hads regressed  in his character arc so to speak.)

and then they get back together by making out.

Sure she says she cares but why when did she actually show it? Actions speak louder than words! We never get a moment where Mai gets it and really understands him.

#anti maiko #anti mai #just to be safe #zuko #they deserved better #pro zuko #pro zutara

[nhasablogg]

Predetermined tickle sessions

Fandom: Heartstopper

Characters: Nick/Charlie

Summary: Charlie's too ticklish to let Nick tickle him, even though he wants him to, so they come up with a solution.

A/N: Commission for @fatherchewylouie - thank you so much, I hope you like this!

Words: 2.1k

It started because both Charlie and Tao were too ticklish to dare venture onto that road with each other, and so they rarely had those proper tickle fights that teenagers tend to have. Only a poke and the occasional squeeze, barely enough to get either of them giggling. All of this, naturally, Nick had found out after much (gentle) coaxing and many a conversation upon noticing their lack of participation with the rest of the group, who would often launch tickle attacks on each other, leading to frequent chaos and lots of laughter.

Nick had found it marvelous, maybe because his own circle had never really been this touchy feely giggly type of group and more the rugby kind, where you wrestled until it nearly hurt and made fun rather than playfully teased. Nick had to admit he preferred this way of showing affection, even if it meant that Tara eventually discovered the spots he’d kept for only Charlie’s knowledge which in turn resulted in him being pulled into said tickle fights despite his rather weak protests. Maybe watching Nick get obliterated was what made Charlie up his own levels of tickle attacks, a territory which he’d been teetering into ever since meeting him, and Nick was suddenly finding himself giggling more often than not. He couldn’t say he hated it, but he was always happy to launch his own revenge, breaking through Charlie’s grip on his thigh and aiming for soft flesh or bony limbs.

Only Charlie never really let him get any proper revenge; always quick to squirm away, always panicked hands shoving Nick’s off, always a shell covering his skin, metaphorically speaking. Nick wondered if he’d gone too far, stepped out of line, even though he wasn’t really doing anything different to what Charlie had been doing.

“I’m sorry,” Charlie said one day, probably having seen the concern on Nick’s face. “You’ve done nothing wrong, I just-” He flushed, as he often did, but Nick found no pleasure in it that day. Hated to see him so vulnerable when he clearly would’ve preferred to hide.

“You don’t have to tell me right now,” he said, kissing the side of Charlie’s head, just beneath his temple. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop tickling you.”

“You-” Charlie’s flush intensified, which Nick had thought impossible. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Oh?” Nick wasn’t teasing. Nick was genuinely surprised. “But you keep fighting for your life each time I do.” Okay, maybe a little teasing.

“It’s instinct, I just-” He shook his head. “You know how I told you about Tao and I? How we never really tickle each other because we’re both really bad? I think because of it it’s turned into something I don’t know how to handle. Because no one really forces us into it I think we both just freak out when it happens.”

“That makes sense.”

Charlie ran a hand through his hair, eyes on Nick, the wall, the floor, and back to Nick. “While I can appreciate not getting pulled into the group tickling, because frankly that looks intimidating, I don’t want to not- ever experience it, you know? It’s okay when you do it.”

Nick tilted his head. “So you want to have tickle fights with me, but your body won’t let you because it starts freaking out?”

Charlie shrugged, so obviously aiming for a nonchalance which didn’t come naturally to him at that moment. “Something like that.”

“We can ease into it then.” Nick ran his fingertip down Charlie’s arm. “I could tickle you a little, somewhere that’s not as bad.”

“Would you do that for me?”

“Of course, Char,” Nick said, breathing out a laugh. “Anything for you.”

“It’s not. I don’t know. Weird?”

“I get to hear your adorable giggle. How would that be weird?”

“Shut up,” Charlie laughed, his face still pink, his eyes still everywhere but on Nick’s face.

Nick couldn’t bear it anymore and grabbed for Charlie’s hands, pulling him closer so that he could press his lips to his cheek, the corner of his mouth, straight on his lips. Charlie was giggling into the kiss, and Nick imagined one day kissing the area beneath his ear to the same giggles, hands trying and failing to push him off. He didn’t even know if Charlie was ticklish there. He didn’t really know much of his sensitivity to begin with, other than what gentle, straying hands could discover while you were entirely preoccupied.

Nick wondered if it would feel strange to have “planned” tickle fights, but found he was looking forward to the couple of minutes a day he would get to prod at a pre-chosen spot and hear Charlie giggle. The first day, the day after the decision because Charlie got too nervous to let Nick do it after their conversation (and maybe they got a little distracted), Charlie sat in front of him and held out his arm. “The inside of my elbow’s ticklish,” he said, and Nick didn’t say anything about how adorable that was and simply just nodded with a smile.

He reached out a hand, index finger extended, and slowly brought it closer. “Tell me when to stop.”

Charlie squirmed in his seat, but kept his arm straight. “Oh my god, stop stalling and get it over with.”

Nick let out a laugh. “So impatient.”

“I can feel the tickling already.”

“Is it ticklish?”

“Yes, I- oh.”

Nick had touched skin and was making his way back and forth over the area, gentle and slow and with his gaze always stuck on Charlie’s face. He wasn’t laughing, but the ghost of a smile could be found on his lips. Anticipation. Some sort of tension. Nick wasn’t disappointed per se, but he’d longed to hear Charlie giggle, but just because a spot was sensitive it didn’t always equal laughter if touched. He tried to keep his touch as light as he could, although he could admit he wasn’t really tickling, moving his hand like that. But he knew from experience that a light touch to a ticklish spot tickled despite your technique or intention. He curled his fingers, which made Charlie snatch his arm away and rub at the skin with a whine, and Nick laughed and didn’t try to grab for him again.

Charlie didn’t hold anything out the next day but simply lied down beside him so that Nick had access to his lower back, a spot which he’d known was sensitive for a while now and always tried to avoid whenever he gave Charlie back tickles. The first time he’d done it, not knowing Charlie’s body yet, he’d ventured so low he’d thought he’d crossed a boundary before realizing Charlie was simply ticklish. It felt alien to him to deliberately steer his hand in that direction now, moving over Charlie’s spine just because he liked the way he shivered and tensed beneath his touch, face buried in a pillow and arms not at all relaxed beside him. They were quiet, Charlie due to anticipation and Nick so that he wouldn’t miss the safe word in case it was thrown at him. Outside, rain.

Charlie did giggle this time, although it came out in the form of panicked sounds in between squeals, evidently not knowing what to do with himself as Nick wiggled his fingers over the small of his back. His body kept twitching, arms flailing uselessly, and Nick allowed himself a solid minute of the sound before backing off and kissing Charlie until it got dark and he had to go home.

The first time Charlie stopped him was when Nick was digging lightly into his stomach. A strip of skin being revealed the more Charlie squirmed, his laughter panicked, louder than usual, and hands which nearly knocked into Nick before finally, desperately, pushing him off. Nick became uncertain, pausing with his fingers hovering over Charlie and wondering if the lack of their safe word meant he should dive back in or not.

“Don’t stop,” he said, as if he could read his thoughts. “I couldn’t help it. I didn’t mean to.”

“You don’t have to explain,” Nick said and dove back in, earning the lovely sound of Charlie yelping.

A few days later, Charlie said, “Could we-” before his voice broke, and he had Nick’s attention immediately, but he seemed shy more than anything else, and so Nick felt himself relax. “Go on.”

Charlie averted his gaze. “Could we maybe- do it for longer? Have it turn into an actual tickle fight?”

“Are you sure?” It didn’t necessarily surprise him, but he’d only tickled him for a minute at a time up until then. The words ‘tickle fight’ felt quite extreme in comparison.

But Charlie nodded. Charlie seemed excited.

Nick, on the other hand, felt strangely nervous as he approached him, set on going for his ribs first and seeing where that led him. He wasn’t sure if Charlie was supposed to be still at first until he couldn’t or if he would immediately start fighting back, and he didn’t ask. He simply reached out, fingers curling over skin as Charlie instantly jerked away more out of instinct than anything else. But then he laughed, something loud and panicked and lovely, and Nick decided to follow and keep tickling, trusting that Charlie would use the safe word if he needed to. Trusting that Charlie wasn’t asking this of him to please him, but because he wanted him to do it.

Charlie was ticklish. He was so beautifully ticklish. Nick found himself laughing along as he evaded each flying hand and kept prodding at his ribs, one hand straying to the side just to hear the way he shrieked when he squeezed. This was usually the point where he would back off, or where Charlie would call out the safe word or, in some cases, manage to escape, but as he nearly rolled his body off the bed he grabbed Nick’s wrist and choked out a hoarse, “Don’t let me go,” and Nick did as he was told, finally, finally, letting himself relax.

Nick hadn’t expected Charlie to get revenge, maybe because he’d been so focused on testing out his spots that he forgot that Charlie knew most of his too. How a squeeze to his thigh made Nick curl up. How a poke to his lower ribs made him whine, a tickle to his neck made him giggle (“You so giggle.” “I do not.”). But Charlie went for his belly, which would turn Nick into an incoherent mess on a normal day, but made him positively scream out in surprise now. He’d been leaning over Charlie, but flew off of him immediately, and maybe it was proof of how Charlie was getting more used to this, used to Nick making him squirm, because he followed instantly, fingers on Nick’s stomach again and this time not letting him escape them. Nick’s body was pressed against the wall, hands useless, head thrown back as he was laughing, which Charlie would take advantage of in approximately two minutes by going for his neck, but until then he remained at his belly, lightly scratching, lightly teasing, as if he hadn’t been in Nick’s place a moment ago.

Nick imagined himself turning the tables, throwing Charlie against the mattress and going for his hips, pinning his body down so that all he could do was squirm and laugh, curls becoming unruly, smile so wide it nearly blinded him. But Nick remained pinned against the wall instead, laughing helplessly, screaming when Charlie went for both throat and belly simultaneously. Not much of a tickle fight when Nick couldn’t fight back.

He got his revenge later that day, finding that Charlie let him tackle him to the bed with only ticklish protests rather than panicked protests, and Nick had already gotten used to it by that point that he couldn’t really remember a life without this, even as Charlie got him back. Nick would turn the tables, and Charlie would do it too, and they would lay side by side as residual giggles poured into the room and it would be as if this was always the norm for them, even if Nick knew it wasn’t and was proud of Charlie for daring to give it a chance.

It was funny, Nick thought the next day as he was watching Elle stick her hand beneath Tao’s chin to his hysterical laughter, even if it lasted for only a moment. Both Tao and Charlie seemed to be going through some changes nowadays.

#tickling #ticklish!charlie #ticklish!nick #heartstopper fic #nick and charlie #n writes #predetermined tickle sessions

[sylvies-chen]

the song in the trailer is The Beautiful Ones by Prince and the lyrics… read em and weep guys it is ROUGH

you were so hard to find // the beautiful ones, they hurt you every time

okay clearly about stede leaving ed and ed’s pain from that, but also about stede actively trying to find ed now in season two and the struggle of finding someone who doesn’t want to be found/wants nothing to do with you!!

what’s it gonna be // baby, baby, baby // is it him or is it me?

this line is repeated several times in the song and honestly I think it’s important and speaks to the role that izzy could be playing this season in trying to maintaing ed’s persona and ensure ed is the way izzy wants ed to be, so like… it’s not going to be a love triangle by any means but I think ed will definitely have to choose between them in a way, like whether he wants to be the man he is with stede or be the kraken, and izzy represents the allure of that because he’s familiar and meaner than stede and likes that life

paint a perfect picture // bring to life a vision in one’s mind // the beautiful ones // always smash the picture // always, everytime

definitely this idea that ed and stede love each other so much but need to let go of the idea of each other and instead start loving the real them. so in a metaphorical sense this works well, but also everybody make a prayer circle for the lighthouse painting right now!!! lighthouse painting get behind me!!! don’t make unnecessary journies!!

if I told you baby // that I was in love with you

AHHHHH.

if we got married // would that be cool?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. IF. WE. GOT. MARRIED. MAYBE I AM DELUSIONAL BUT FOLKS I AM TAKING THIS AS CONFIRMATION THAT THE MATELOTAGE WILL HAPPEN BY THE END OF THE SEASON AKFNSIFKSRKEKN

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd 2 #our flag means death s2 #blackbeard #ed teach #edward teach #stede bonnet #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #izzy hands #Spotify

[the-likesofus]

merry go 'round

9-1-1 on Fox | Pre-Buddie | 700 words | phone call, buck gets existenial about lounge furniture, taylor speaks in riddles, post s6

Buck is having an existential crisis over his life, his girlfriend, and his furniture. He calls Taylor for advice.

“Why are you calling me, Buckley?” Taylor sounds groggy and vexed, which Buck supposes makes sense and in all honesty, he isn’t sure he has an answer but he’s been pacing his apartment for hours and the sun set without him noticing, and then it started rising again while he was still pacing.

“I don’t know.” He says eventually. 

Taylor sighs and he hears her shuffling around on the other end of the line. “You don’t know? Buck, it’s five am, on a Sunday. I was asleep.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He really is sorry. It took a while for him and Taylor to get to where they are now but nine months on from their break up they’ve talked and reconciled a few sore spots between them and are friends again. Friends who catch up every couple of weeks, who go for coffee or to a bar for drinks. But not really friends who call each other at five o'clock in the morning in the middle of an existential crisis. 

“Why didn't you call Eddie?” She asks.

“Eddie’s asleep.”

“I was asleep, Buck.” She spits and then breathes heavily. “So, why didn’t you call Eddie? Or is this about Eddie?”

“It’s not,” Buck says as he sits on the barstool in his kitchen and looks out at his empty loft. His coffee table; is clear of books, puzzles, and remotes. His bookshelves; are tidy and decorated, but almost to the point of looking like they've been staged for a home magazine. His new couch, the new new one. Not the one his Mom brought, the one that Natalia helped him pick out. It looks nice in the same way that the bookcases do. It fits the space well, it's a good size, and the color ties in well with his other furniture. It’s decidedly more comfortable than the one his Mom brought. But like the bookcases, it looks—put on. 

All of my couches came with girlfriends.

“Am I going in circles?” He asks eventually and Taylor laughs. It’s light and polished on the edges just as it always was.

“Physically or metaphorically, because you sound like you’ve been pacing? Have you been pacing?”

“How do you know I’ve been pacing?”

“Because these questions sound like you’re overthinking, and when you overthink, you pace.” She says matter-a-factly. “It was quite annoying actually. You overthink a lot.”

“Duly noted, thanks.” He rolls his eyes and rubs the cuff of his sweatshirt back and forth between his fingers. “Seriously though, do you think I’m going in circles?” 

“In what context?” Research, facts. This is why he called Taylor.

“Life? Relationships?”

She sighs again, she does that a lot now. Like Buck is something to be pitied, or frown at, or maybe she just wishes he could see whatever she thinks is so obvious. He wants to, he just doesn’t know where to look. “I heard you got a new girlfriend.”

“It’s been almost a year since we broke up, Taylor.” 

“I’m not jealous, Buckley. I’m not fourteen and cursing your name in my diary while telling it every terrible, no good thing you ever did to me.” She scolds then her voice changes. It doesn’t soften, not really, but it evens out and loses its sharpness. “She seems nice from your pictures. Very pretty.”

“Yeah, she is nice.” Natalia is very nice, probably nicer than Buck deserves, particularly when he could put her in a lineup with his bookshelf and his couch and probably wouldn’t be able to pick the difference. 

“Buck, what makes you think you’re going in circles?” Taylor asks.

Considering it’s all he’s thought about for the last eight hours he’s been haunting his own home, he doesn’t have to think long on his answer but he pauses anyway. Maybe for dramatic effect, maybe just to breathe.

“I just–. I feel like every time I’m making progress, doing better, learning things, learning from things, and then finally feeling ready to step into a relationship again, it doesn’t feel like progress, it just feels like falling back into the same patterns.” He bites his lip and it stings. “Like I’m going in circles, like getting on and off the same Merry Go ‘Round.”

“Are you going in circles to find something or around something?”

She talking in riddles and Buck’s too tired and too stressed to decipher them. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Taylor is quiet for a moment. The breeze outside brushes the leaves of the palm on his balcony against the window. 

She shifts again. “Are you sure this isn’t about Eddie?”

Maybe it is. Maybe it should be.

#evan buck buckley #taylor kelly #buddie #meegs writes stuff #911 fox #911 s6 #911 abc #911fic #911 fic #buddie fic #eddie diaz #911 on fox #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #911 on abc #911 ficlet

[duckiemimi]

Will you talk more about virgin Satoru? I feel like this concept is becoming quite popular among the fandom and i think it makes sense. will you share more?

also did Sukuna in latest chapter imply something or just that he couldn't connect with anyone? it's kind of similar with Satoru except he connected with Suguru but they never slept together smh

really?? this is surprising to me considering we’ve gone years with ppl characterizing him as a womanizer! baby steps!

realistically speaking (well, as realistically as it gets considering any opinion about characters’ sexual lives in jjk is mostly headcanon territory), there’s a big chance that he is a virgin. but there’s a big chance he isn’t either.

all we really know in canon is that he eats sweets to stimulate his brain, and that’s really the only cemented and stated fact we know about him with any proximity to sex (yk, bc “stimulation”). we also know he loves a good fight and can tend to almost lose sight of the point of the battle because of it. he’s also a non-drinker. i assume it’s because alcohol more so serves as a depressant than a stimulant (perhaps that wouldn’t bode well with the cycling of reverse cursed energy in his brain).

so far, we can infer that gojo likes certain stimulations. taking these things into consideration, we can either further infer that a.) he only looks for stimulation from sweets and battle-adrenaline, or b.) he looks for stimulation everywhere, he wants to feel. the first inference would imply that yes, he could be a virgin. the second: no, he is not. gege has also mentioned that whenever he wears his sunglasses out, he could be meeting girls. (edit: this was a mistranslation; this is what gege meant.) whether or not that leads to sex, we’d never know…

he could either have a typical guy-in-his-late-20s-who-has-no-time-for-himself sex life (which isn’t a big roster to boast about, not that gojo would really care about boasting purposefully), or he could actually be a virgin (implying, none of his dates ever went that well). i don’t think he has any particular interest in other (living) people, at least romantically or sexually. like you said, the only person he’s ever really connected with is geto. (have they slept together? i don’t know, maybe. those are some long 10 years, but again, there are no cemented or stated facts. in my opinion? they have mindblowing sad sex every now and then and it leaves gojo hollow. hehe.)

but then again, would gojo need connection to have sex? or would he be fine with a simple hook up/one night stand? after all, it is just stimulation—unless he puts meaning to it. and while i do talk about his metaphorical infinity a lot and how he unknowingly pushes people away because of it, is sex off-limits because of it? or is that metaphorical infinity just an internal shield for his feelings only? for the unaddressed emotions he’s locked in a box in the back of his brain?

in my opinion? he could definitely be a virgin! if he does see meaning in sex, then the only person he would’ve done it with is geto, but alas, they’ve either never had sex before or we don’t have any on-screen proof (yet…hehe). i’m leaning more towards gojo having the very, very rare night with a stranger. he brushes it off his shoulder the next morning and goes back to work.

as for sukuna??? i honestly think he grew up an unwanted child until someone showed him care and love, then they betrayed him and he became cold all over. (sound familiar? well, except the gojo clan wanted and expected gojo, and gojo became warmer because of geto.) i think sukuna got his hopes up and opened his heart up to someone who tore it into pieces and as a result, he’s spent hundreds of years working to prove that he was never that weak and vulnerable and that love is a fantasy concept. the typical thing you see with some men in real life. what’s new?

#jjk #gojo #gojo satoru #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 238 #jjk leaks #jjk spoilers #asks

[kellykswift]

But Daddy I love him - analysis and why I think Taylor reveals the real WB in it.

*Disclaimer: This is only my personal opinion.  I respect the Native American culture and my intend is not to offend anyone when linking Taylor to Lakota.

If you wanna skip to the part about WB, scorll to the end ;=)

Something that stood out for me was the shape / design of the lyrics of BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

The lyrics are placed inside a triangle shape, which could represent the Lakota symbol. (it could also be a sandclock and 2 triangles but lets go with the lakota)

Its the Lakota symbol for Sun-Earth Connection. The inverted triangle on top symbolizes the stars and/or the Sun. The triangle on the bottom symbolizes earth sites. The Lakota strongly believe that there is a powerful connection between the Sun and the Earth.

It’s also believed that there are still earth and star maps, but they’re kept secret and rarely shown to others that don’t belong to the tribe. This is because these maps mark some of the Lakota people’s most sacred sites in the Black Hills.

The question is: Why Lakota, whats the connection? I get that Karlie is the sun but since when does Taylor have connections to Native American tribes? Well I googled Taylor + Lakota found something else from 2018:

Taylor Swift Denim Shorts by Madewell | POPSUGAR Fashion

Taylor wore an Elizabeth and James Lakota-T-Shirt in 2018 in London, before her REP concert.

So we got the FIRST Betty / James connection here. Karlie is Betty. Taylor is James.

This is form 2018. It’s a pride shirt. But we didnt know that Taylor was James back in 2018 .

But lets get back to the lyrics of BDILH. I think the first part is a conversation she is having with TS the brand.

I forget how the West was won

Well If you believe this is a reference to history then the answer is: a combination of exploration, settlement, conquest, and economic development (the discovery of gold for example). In conclusion: the west was won (taken) by white men. So Taylor makes it very clear in the first sentence. This is a song about power and money regarding TS the brand.

Too high a horse for a simple girl to rise above it

The phrase also implies a sense of determination or resilience, as it suggests that despite the challenges or obstacles. Taylor (the person, not the brand) is still striving to overcome them and rise above the situation.

They slammed the door on my whole world

The one thing I wanted

So white men, Sarahs and Hannahs (the heteronormative environment, also known as hetlors) forced Taylor to stay in the closet, because a queer Taylor woulnt make as much money as the straight Taylor Swift brand. Nice. I would be pissed as well.

Now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned

Running with a dress unbuttoned could symbolize feeling exposed or unprepared, as if one's defenses or usual barriers are down. I guess what she tries to say is that she never learned to speak for herself but something has changed (she met Karlie / or wanted to come out) and all of a sudden she needs to find a way.

Screaming "But Daddy I love him!"

I don’t think this has anything to do with her asking her dad for approval. I mean sure, maybe Scott didn’t accept her but I think she tried to point to Ariel – where this quote is from. The theme of love's power to overcome obstacles and the courage required to follow one's heart.

I'm having his baby

This could be a metaphor for : I am coming out

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

Exactly what she said.

I'm telling him to floor it through the fences

But she wants to take action - maybe an agreement between her and her management?

No, I'm not coming to my senses

This is not a phase

I know he's crazy but he's the one I want

I am not gonna change. I love her.

So the next verse is interesting. I think she is having a flashback to an earlier situation, where she fell in love with a girl (maybe Emily?) and she didnt do anything because she was too young, too much of a good girl or simply scared.

Dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid Tendrils tucked into a woven braid Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all He was chaos, he was revelry Bedroom eyes like a remedy Soon enough the elders had convened Down at the city hall "Stay away from her" The saboteurs protested too much Lord knows the words we never heard Just screeching tires and true love

Now she is back in the present and she is not scared anymore. So if she cant be with this person (Karlie) she will be the one who will take actions:

I'll tell you something right now I'd rather burn my whole life down Than listen to one more second of all this griping and moaning I'll tell you something about my good name It's mine alone to disgrace I don't cater to all these vipers dressed in empath's clothing

Uhh girlie is pissed about how they treated her back than. As she should! Fuck white old men.

There's a lot of people in town that I Bestow upon my fakest smiles Scandal does funny things to pride But brings lovers closer We came back when the heat died down Went to my parents and they came around All the wine moms are still holding out But it's over.

But also fuck her fans who defend her straighness like its the only thing that matters about Taylor. WTF. Anyways, she said it herself. Scandal does funny things to pride and brings lovers closer! Maybe so close, they write songs together and start a family?

Now I'm dancing in my dress in the sun and even my daddy just loves him

So the dress is not unbuttoned anymore, she is living a private live with her love (and the sun is Karlie), and eventually her team (dad) got around.

I'm his lady, and oh my God You should see your faces

Yes I wanna see those hetlor faces when she reveals that they are married with kids :P

Time, doesn't it give some perspective No, you can't come to the wedding I know he's crazy but he's the one I want

So this is basically giving hetlors the boot. They had so many chances accepting her and catching on. Instead they shipped her with men and defended her straightness.

I'll tell you something right now you ain't gotta pray for me

Oh.. and don’t forget to pray away the gay.

OKKK. so now the interesting part about WB.

Me and my wild boy and all of this wild joy

She uses wild twice. Pretty uncommon for her. But Wild boy could be WB. the real Willam Bowery.

He was chaos, he was revelry If all you want is gray for me Then it's just white noise, and it's my choice

This could be about her beards and how her fans only want her with men.

The gray part is the opposite from colors - screaming colors - rainbow colors.

But I guess she doesnt care anymore and she does whats right for her and Karlie (and their family).

anyways, I am usually not doing analysis and maybe this is 100% incorrect but I' ve tried :P

#taylor swift #william bo #kaylor #there is a 2018 betty and james connection #but daddy I love him #tt #ts ttpd

[ryuichirou]

Replies

A couple of questions today! Replying to replies about other replies + a couple of shippy ones + the OruMal Anon is back with more juice lol

Anonymous asked:

Now, why would you say that? Now I’M thinking of Idia wearing just a jacket, thanks a lot

You’re very welcome lol Isn’t he perfect dressed like that? I mean, barely dressed.

Anonymous asked:

to the Idia plush anon, i'm so jealous~~ i thought the outfit Ortho would come with would show off his cheeks but it covers them instead orz i want to buy doll clothes that let him show them off, maybe even sew them myself. btw i think our plushies should kiss new

I demand pictures of kissing plushies… Anons irl meet-up just for the sake of kissing plushies lol

Also! Sewing clothes for a plushie yourself is such a cool thing to do. You’re cool, Anon.

Anonymous asked:

Marja is the epitome of a southern granny, and as someone who has three, I can tell ya they’ll kick your ass. Like I saw Marja and was wondering how Epel still thinks girls are weak when Marja is a badass, like that lil ol’ lady probably kicked his ass more often than Vil did and then told him to get his ass to the farm.

Exactly! Epel surely complains a whole lot for someone who’s been disciplined by this scary woman for his entire life lol

I think it’s also due to the fact that there aren’t any girls around his age (or any other kids) in Harveston, so ma and meemaw, as well as the rest of the women in the village feel as if they’re not quite the same thing as girls. Of course he knows that they are, but I feel like he still has this “yeah but this is different” idea in his head lol Which is kind of stupid, but Epel is still figuring things out so…

Anonymous asked:

Do you think any of the nrc students is interested in Trein (could be sexually or Romantically) ?🎤

I took some time to think about it, Anon, and I’m sorry to give you a disappointing answer: I can’t think of anyone who could be interested in Trein like that… Maybe we just haven’t seen them interact enough. But still, have three boys with the best potential when it comes to this:

Azul, because he wants to be the teacher’s pet very badly, and pretty much always has his tongue up Trein’s ass (metaphorically), but neither of them would see this as sexual or romantic. Azul wants to be the best because he is the best academically! Earned favouritism only!

Ortho, because he gets to hang out with Trein when Idia is taking tests! I don’t remember where we got this fact from, but it’s cute lol But then again, it isn’t either romantic or sexual thing…

Lilia, because you know. Talked about them here.

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Do you think Rook ever goes down on Vil? You think he'll ever teach the ways of what to do down there to make the Queen shiver and cry out to Neige or Epel or ANYONE who's brave enough to actually be in Vil's bedchambers?

I think Rook lives down there. This is the base of his diet lol

Rook would be more than happy to teach someone the art of making Vil feel this good, both because mentoring someone in such a complicated craft is always rewarding, and because he is a possessive dick that doesn’t fully want Vil to be alone with someone else without him also being a part of the process somehow lol

Anonymous asked:

I'm glad a few people like my OruMal ask :)!! I was disappointed when I went through the ship tags on ao3 and found absolutely nothing. I just had to speak up 😔 I know most fans don't like to ship ortho, but c'mon, the POTENTIAL of it all!!!!!!!

With that in mind, heres a few more ideas I have 🥰

• With Malleus, it makes sense why he's interested. Ortho is a freak of nature to him!!! He'll get used to treating him like any other student, but then Ortho keeps doing the most strange and bizarre things, like he can just pull off his arms and legs as though it's nothing! He tries to think of it as though it's some kind of magic, but I imagine if he ever voiced that, Ortho would be like "oh, no, I can't use magic at all," and go into a long tangent about how it works and just perplex Malleus even more

• Why Ortho would be interested is a whole other can of worms. He does have a base level of curiosity for everyone, and that would apply to Malleus too, but is there anything more than that 🤔 if Malleus were actively pursuing him, I bet he would think his chances are certain that Ortho will reciprocate because he is an extremely powerful prince. Whatever reasons Ortho has for entertaining Malleus, I definitely don't think it will be what he expected. Probably because he's a bit of a loser... like his brother <3

• Holding my breath for book 7, but assuming nothing major happens between Ortho and Malleus (unlikely) then I actually think they will only consider each other seriously way after their days at NRC. They might have a fling while they're in college, sure, a bit of a flirt and tease and maybe a fuck or two if the mood is right, but there's so many other interesting boys here to see and do!! I think it will only be centuries later when they've both gotten tired of losing loved ones that they seek each other out, for the comfort more than the curiosity. They would tease each other for it, but I don't think either of them actually want to be left alone

• Malleus eventually learning to be a pillow princess and just sit there and starfish out while Ortho does his thing would be funny 😭 he likes to toy around, and Ortho seems to enjoy it when he plays with his motherboard, but... after enough times getting smoke and explosions directly to the face because he pressed the wrong button or pulled the wrong wire, he's unfortunately told to cool it 😔 honestly, he's lucky if he hasn't permanently damaged his core!!

That's all I have, thank you ❤️!!!!

Anon! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us again. Yeah, I can imagine how little Ortho-related stuff there is on Ao3, let alone stuff about him and Malleus, so we’re truly on a rareship territory here lol

I like the first two things that you’ve said because yeah, the mutual interest they would have for each other is a very nice fuel for their ship. Both of them are so curious, and quite experimental, so they’d have a lot to show each other and to talk about.

Oh my god the last one, Malleus don’t touch anything, you’ll just fry him again! Mister “I break every phone Lilia gives me” absolutely should not play around with Ortho’s motherboard… lol but it’ll still be a thrill for them, at least until it gets dangerous and Malleus is prohibited from touching anything ever again. But it’s okay, because Ortho is perfect at handling pillow princesses…

#replies

[danothan]

@cessmaga i felt like this could be its own post!

this is so funny bc i've said this all before but for some reason it hurts me to read it </3

incoming pondering

i have mixed feelings. the punching bag portrayal of hal definitely feels… selective compared to other characters. lauren faust has said that the way she figured out everyone's personalities was to take their most popular iterations and exaggerate them into distinct roles. and it honestly works well for the show! yes even when it’s ooc! superman being a proud hotshot? well he did have a bit of an ego on him when he was younger, and this superman is 19-20, so that checks out! wonder woman being a fish out of water? i mean, she was even the audience stand-in for g1, it makes sense from a writing standpoint! hell, even "playboy bruce wayne" and "theater kid oliver queen” feel random and ooc, but it’s hilarious and plays on some recognizable tropes of the characters, so i’m definitely not complaining. it’s more important for an adaptation to hold up on its own than be a 1-to-1 reference to the source, and i think there’s smth for both comic fans and first time watchers to enjoy

but hal is more complicated. i didn’t get this impression from him when i first watched dcshg. i can see why they chose him for the jock character, someone had to fill that role after all, and i can see how his moments of silliness in the comics can add to the Dumb in Dumb Jock. like i get where they’re coming from. but it became more abt making hal fit the jock role than making the jock role fit hal

i don’t think it’s all bad tho. his debut ep endeared me upon my second watch. like hal was SUCH a senior, it was mean-spirited, but seniors are just like that 😔👊 sometimes it felt like they were pushing it, but it serviced karen’s character. they’re not making a show called dc superhero GIRLS to make it abt the boys (and i’m certainly not asking them to). so there’s definitely a right way to do it, but i feel like they lost the plot somewhere down the line. how did he downgrade so hard lmao, i can accept the premise but you have to actually like your oc too

this problem isn’t just a hal thing ofc, other decisions felt questionable to me too. like why is diana boy-crazy. the whole “she came from an all-girls island so she fell for the first boy she saw” thing is WILD for her specifically. she came from an all-girls island, connect the dots.

but i do feel like hal consistently gets the brunt of it. maybe it’s just my hal vision, but it feels targeted. how come barry gets to have all these barry-specific quirks and references, but hal is just some generic jock. they’re best friends in the comics! if you know sm abt barry, SURELY you knew that too!

bad characterization aside, my main problem is his (mis)treatment in the show. it’s straight up unpleasant to sit thru, he’s a metaphorical AND literal punching bag. the contrast going between an episode for hal vs anyone else is crazy, it’s like someone read only the worst versions of him and decided to punish the character for being poorly written. oh my god it’s like zack snyder making a superman movie. waittt it’s exactly like that oh god 😭

design-wise… he’s so ugly, every friend i’ve shown a picture to always responded in disgust 💀 and after watching g1, the choices in his redesign speaks volumes to their view of his character. but here’s the thing…

it’s actually rly grown on me I KNOW I’M SORRY. like, okay, his hair style is not doing him any favors (idek what version of him it’s supposed to be inspired by??), and anyone that changes brown eyes to blue/green is my personal enemy. buuuut… he still has his signature cleft chin <:) and his raglan tee is a clever translation of the cut of his GL suit <:)

idk, going from g2 to g1 back to g2 gave me more of an appreciation for the tooniness of the style. we think g1 is better bc it’s inoffensive. it’s bland. i def think the slapstick for hal in g1 felt like laughing with the character instead of at him, and his overuse of constructs is sooo classic hal, but in terms of visual personality, i didn’t get much just by looking at him. i miss that damn jacket tho, no idea why they didn’t keep it

but picture daze wrecked me so bad that it gave me rose-colored glasses and now i can’t remember what it was like to ever think he was ugly

is it so wrong to think he looks like a sweetie :( a silly little guy :(

sidenote, i haven’t seen this ep before but wth is this:

this is not a 17-18 year old highschooler, this is a 30-smth divorcee. i think that might be the joke, but tell me why his hair looks more recognizable here than the default 😭

all of this to say: world’s biggest hypocrite over here defending dcshg hal after talking essays worth of shit abt him LMAO. i accidentally gave him a consciousness and now it feels like he’s the victim of bad writing rather than the perpetrator of it. i’m not even mad that they made him a dumb jock anymore, i just want him to be happy ☹️

#dcshg #hal jordan #green lantern #dc #danbles #idk how im going to redesign him now that i actually like him #woe is me for having terrible taste in characters 😔👊

[oceanic-sunsets]

Byler fic rec part two: extra long edition!

How is everyone doing?? It's been a while since my last fic rec post, which means, I've read a lot more fics and I can give you an extra long fic rec list to enjoy during the holidays. This doesn't mean they're holiday themed (but if you want that, let me know and I'll make a different post with ONLY holiday-themed recs!).

Be aware that when I say this is an Extra Long list, I mean it, that's why I'll start the actual list under the cut. As always, my fic recs DON'T feature nsfw. Enjoy!!

let me steal this moment from you now by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 13k words | canon compliant "Mike moves in his bed, and Will's eyes stay firmly on the ceiling. "I feel like we barely know each other anymore."

And Will can't argue with that, so he replies, "What do you want to know?"

There’s a long lapse of silence, and then –

“Can you come up here?” In the wreckage, Mike and Will spend a series of nights together." This fic is amazing. Mike and Will share a room , and he tries hard to disconnect himself emotionally from the situation. But Mike wants to be friends again, makes the effort, and Will finds himself unable to refuse his friendship. They slowly work to build up their bond again, but it's tentative, and also new, because there's something different about it now. A fic FULL of longing, and amazing characterization.

it's a choice (getting swept again) by wiseatom | 9k words | canon compliant, fix it "The problem is this: they’ve got a lot of problems right now, and every last one of them is more important than Will and his fragile, bruised heart.

A Season 4 fix-it wherein Will has a lot of feelings, El is the best sister, and Mike Wheeler has emotional intelligence." The one in which Will learns he deserves good things, and that doesn't make him selfish, but it'd be okay if he was a little selfish and indulged himself. Mike here also has good communication skills and uses his words for once to voice his feelings!

i've come home, i'm so cold by astrobi | 53k words | set in canonverse, but they're in college and the vecna stuff is over "Will's trying his hardest to make it through fall semester in one piece. Unfortunately for his degree, he's being haunted by maybe-feelings for his best friend (metaphorically), and also a maybe-ghost with rather abysmal fashion sense (literally)." This is probably my favorite college fic. It's amazing, seriously, it has everything you could wish for and more! Will's and Mike's friendship is so good, you can tell how much they care and love each other, and how that means they're afraid to make a move so it doesn't affect the friendship they've rebuilt. It has a fun ghost sideplot, which doesn't have that much relevance because it's not what the story is about, but it is a plus! Read this if you're in the mood for something good, heartwarming and unresolved romantic tension between two best friends.

honey-mouthed by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 10k words | They're in high school, no one died and everything is okay! “Do you want to go home?” He questions, leaning close and voice soft, and Will pauses, before nodding again. Mike lets out a breath, and lets his hand press against Will a little more firmly when he starts to sway in place again. “Okay, let’s go.”

Then he looks up and is met with smug faces, and Mike flushes when he realizes his own hypocrisy.

“I don’t talk like that,” Max recalls, voice high-pitched and overly girly and – Mike definitely doesn’t talk like that.

According to everyone in his life, Mike has a voice reserved just for Will. He tries to figure out what that says about him." This fic is about the Will Voice. Everyone is aware that mike speaks differently to Will, except him. When his mom makes him aware of this, well, it sends Mike into a crisis. Fun, sweet, and has the tag "Mike is a cringefail loser" so what more could you ask for?

you can hear it in the silence by astrobi | 36k words | in this universe the UD stuff happened but it's in the past and all is good "mike wheeler on losing people and having them again, the difference between wanting and needing, and finally letting go.

ft. robin buckley, will byers, and the mortifying ordeal of working in the food service industry" Am I ever going to stop including astrobi's fics in my rec lists? No, please go read everything they've written! Now this fic is not the exception. Mike has a job in a dinner. Everyone else has moved away for college, including Will, with who he has a long-distance friend(relation)ship, as they talk on the phone all the time. When Will comes back, well, Mike is finally forced to confront a thing or two. This fic is really Mike centric, which I love because Mike's pov-centric fics are probably my favorites. Also, it has Mike and Robin friendship, which we deserve more of!

all this time (how could you not know?) by astrobi | 27k words | Senior year of High School, UD happened but only has light mentions. Mike sighs, looking down at his hands. "I always thought I would end up with someone more similar to me, you know? Someone I can talk about, like, hobbies and music and stuff with, without them visibly losing interest halfway through.”

You have more in common with him than El, says the voice in Will’s head. He wonders, briefly, whether it would be weird to shove his face back into the pillow and scream.

Will is definitely not qualified to be giving out any relationship advice. For one, he's never actually dated anyone before. Second, one of the people in said relationship is his sister. And third, the other person is the guy he's sort of in love with. There's no possible way this could backfire. Right? What did I tell you? yeah, another great piece by astrobi! This is 'Mike and Will with an enormous amount of pining and obliviousness: the fic'. It's about the party's senior year, and prom, so you know what all of this means. I LOVED the party's friendship here. It's something I could ramble more about, but it's better you should experience it yourself. Also, it made me have "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx on repeat for weeks.

spoonful of sugar by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 6k words | college au “Just to be sure, you – what were you agreeing to?” Mike blurts. “Like, was it the seeing other people thing, or the kiss – the practice kissing thing? I was – I’m just making –”

“The second one,” Will forces out, feeling awkward to his very bones. “The – practice.”

Mike, somehow, turns even redder. “Right. Yeah. Okay.”

Mike offers to teach Will how to kiss. It goes well, all things considered." I think the summary is pretty self-explanatory. When you offer to teach your best friend (who you're in love with) how to kiss, well, it goes exactly how you'd expect. Fluff! They actually communicate!

i'd make a deal with god by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 15k words | canon compliant "But he’s getting better. He’s getting better at it. Mike steps forward, and Will retreats. He’s getting better. “You’re avoiding me.” So, for Mike to barge into his room and demand an explanation for why Will has been pulling away – well, maybe he’s a little confused.

Will finally rips off the band-aid. Mike won't let him." This one ripped my heart off from my chest, made me tear up for real. Will's fears and feelings are so heartbreaking and so real here. He really wants to rip off the band-aid. He thinks it's the best for him and the best for Mike, but he's failing to consider something: Mike's feelings on the matter. So Will is avoiding him, but Mike won't let him. Will doesn't understand why, and it frustrates him to no end, because can't Mike just get it? But no worries! it has a happy ending. Just talking about this is making me want to re-read it.

i'm caught up in you by wiseatom | 18k words | S4 fix it, in the Upside Down edition "Mike keeps losing Will, time and time again. Time and time again, he always gets him back.

Or, alternatively: “Mike and Will’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Night in the Upside Down: and Other Tales” by Mike Wheeler" You heard it! Byler in the upside down in Mike's pov. Have I mentioned how much I love Mike's pov fics? yeah? well, that, and I also love Byler in the upside down fics. Which means this fic has two of my favorite things a fic could have. It also has a beautiful narration, which fits amazingly with Mike's character, who wants to be a writer! This is a must read.

there is thunder in our hearts by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 9k words | canon compliant “Yeah,” Mike nods, but it isn’t the most convincing, and he can’t find it in him to care, in the late hour, “I was just – thinking.” It’s not the most significant outfit, but still. Will looks nice. He’s always looked good in white. Mike blinks. That’s – weird. That’s a weird thing to think about his best friend. He effectively turns off his brain. Will asks, “About what?” “You,” Mike replies, and maybe turning his brain off was the worst idea he could’ve possibly had at nearly three a.m., Jesus fucking Christ.

Mike confronts Will about the painting, and lets a few confessions slip." Yes, I'm also going to rec every fic by smoosnoom. This one is no exception. If you want to read a fic where Mike actually confronts Will about the painting, this is it. running up that road by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 17k words | canon compliant fix it “I didn’t want to lie to you.” Will’s voice is quiet and breakable, so different from the defensive, factual tone it should be. He should be meaner. Harsher. Crueler. “I just – I didn’t think it’d matter.”

It feels like Mike’s entire body trembles, shakes like it’s about to burst. “You didn’t think it’d matter if you lied to me?” He hisses, and his voice cracks, just the littlest bit.

Mike Wheeler tries his best to navigate his way through the end of the world, with lots of maybes and misplaced anger." THIS is one of my favorites Mike's pov fics. Which is a big compliment coming from me. I truly believe the way Mike and his feelings are portrayed here fit perfectly with canon, what he feels and why. This one deals with grief, which I think is necessary and will be a big deal for Mike as a character in s5. And smoosnoom wrote it perfectly, so the Duffers better watch out. This Mike just feels so real and I love the author for it. Please do yourselves a favor and go read it!

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this) by blackdeathmamba | 16k words | Post canon, characters are in college "Alternatively: five times Mike kissed Will, and one time Will kissed back." Some of you must've already read this one. If you haven't, what are you waiting for?? This fic is sweet, fun and oh, poor Will.

baby, we're perfect by bookinit | 16k words | canonverse "Mike grabs Will’s hands and tangles them with his own, blinking up at him through his long, dark lashes. His eyes are endless. Solid black, like the night above them. So shiny that Will can see himself, tipsy and happy, in the reflection. “I want to be stuck with you,” Mike whispers, like it’s a secret. “I don’t ever want to leave.”

Will sucks in a sharp breath, squeezing his hands. “Then don’t,” he whispers back, punched-out and honest. “Stay.”

—

Senior year in Hawkins. Will and Mike figure some things out." This one is also popular for a reason. You just have to experience it yourselves. If you haven't read it, just trust me and do it. And keep reading. Things aren't as it seems. One second you're reading tooth-rotting fluff and the next you're breaking down crying along with Will.

playing pretend never felt so real by RomeoWrites | 23k words | no UD “So, what were you saying then? About your mom and the vacation?”

“Well,” Mike says slowly, coming to sit upright again. “I may have told my mom - and I promise this makes way more sense in context - but I may have told her that we were…well - I maybe told her that we’re dating.”

“What?”

OR

Mike and Will pretend to date. It goes exactly how you would imagine. I'm so glad we as a fandom are starting to hop into the fake relationship train for byler. It's a mess, it's fun, it's emotional and you'll love it! featuring: the Wheelers and Jonathan.

landslide by chamb3rs | 49k words | UD happened, but not heavily mentioned. They're in High School " [...] Will knows the day when he will have to detach himself is coming fast, but here in this basement, where nothing has changed in over a decade, time seems to have come to a screeching halt. It’s just the two of them, sat in the last place they were innocent together.

“Yeah,” Will whispers, “I’m okay.”

or; The Party's senior year of high school, in ebbs and flows." Another fic about the party's senior year of High School! there can never be too many, they're all different and unique. This is a long one that I read during one sleepless night. I don't regret it at all. It has the party as great friends, which i love reading about! Mike and Will's friendship is so special here, too, and we see them struggle with the pain of growing up, figuring out who you are, what you want, and fearing for the future. Will and Mike's friendship goes through ups and downs and misunderstandings, but there's always a chance to fix it and make it stronger. The confession scene here took my breath away, something that doesn't happen easily while i'm reading.

love in slow motion by astrobi | 29k words | They're HS seniors! "Honestly, Mike doesn't know what he thought being Will Byers' fake-boyfriend would entail, but he definitely didn't think it would involve this many ugly Christmas sweaters." Another fake dating fic, and by astrobi! This one has a hilarious premise: Mike finds out the party is betting when they'll finally them they're dating. The thing is, they're not really dating (yet). So, Mike, so is upset and thinks they have no right to assume when they just have a really close friendship, tells Will they should pretend and ruin their bet. It doesn't go as expected, of course.

eyecatcher by smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 9k words | canon compliant, post s4 “Nah, man,” Lucas shakes his head, leaning back as he snacks on an apple, “he got, like, buff. Do you see his arms?” Mike does, in fact, see Will’s arms. He has not stopped seeing his arms. “She definitely sees his arms,” Dustin very unhelpfully points out, waggling his eyebrows, and Mike gets the overwhelming urge to bash his own head in.

While volunteering at the Hawkins' help center, it seems like every girl around has a newfound interest in Will Byers, and Mike doesn't know why he feels the way he does. People are interested in Will. Mike doesn't like it. This fic is from Mike's pov, and features him being jealous, that's all you need to know!

To Hell and Back Again by perexcri | 144k words | canonverse "After Mike unwittingly stumbles into a series of interpersonal bombshells, he immediately sets out to find Will so he can find out what, exactly, that painting meant, and why Will lied about it. Unfortunately, Mike is obsessively obstinate and relentless to a fault, and he'll go to the literal ends of the earth to get the answers he needs.

Or: Mike and Will's Apocalypse Romcom Spectacular" APOCALYPSE BYLER FIC! It's also a LONG one, so you'll experience a rollercoaster of emotions. Another must read, definitely.

i was going to make a joke about time travel but nobody laughed by iry | On-going fic | canonverse, but with several twists "At 16, Will Byers thought nothing could surprise him anymore, but he didn’t take time travel into account. Now he’s stuck on the other side of his infamous disappearance, trying to herd his twelve-year-old friends into planning a rescue mission for… himself?

Meanwhile, Mike Wheeler is having a crisis. Multiple crises actually, but the current and most important one is finding Will Byers who claims he's from the future after Mike just saw Will Byer’s dead body getting pulled out of the lake." This one, guys, this one. It was written as part of the byler big bang, so even if it is not completed yet, I encourage all of you to read it. It has several chapters already written, and they'll be posted soon! 12 year old Mike meets 16 year old Will, who was sent back to the past, and more specifically, the date of his disappearance for a mysterious reason. So Will has to work with the younger version of his friends to solve what is happening. Meanwhile, 16 year old Mike has his own Situation going on.

And.... that's it for now, guys. Wait for part 3! If you have any fic rec yourself please come to my ask box and tell me! I'm always looking for more works to read.

Lastly, I'm inviting all of you who enjoy writing fics and making art to apply as contributors (artists/writers or merch artists) for The Paladin and The Cleric, a Byler charity zine. I'm a Mod for the event and believe me, it'll turn out amazing and we have a group of very talented artists and writers already, but we still have many available spots!

#byler #byler fics #mike wheeler #will byers #byler fic rec #stranger things #fic rec

[baronessblixen]

Hello....could you write a Fictober story set in Plus One where Scully doesn't nudge Mulder to leave just yet? Instead, he gets lost reminiscing while watching Scully getting ready for bed. At the same time Scully is still talking about Judy Poundstone and kinda forgets too?

Does this make sense? Thank you.

Maybe not quite exactly what you asked, but Mulder's thoughts were too loud in my head! Set in "Plus One".

Fictober Day 27 | Tagging @today-in-fic@xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,259

I Remember When We Were Young

“Well,” she says, getting up from the bed while Mulder takes a sip from his beer, watching her. “I do feel old. Or older, anyway. Even if there’s still some scoot in my boot. Don’t you ever feel old, Mulder?”

She has her back turned to him and if he squints, he could believe it’s 20 years ago. Her hair is longer now than it was back then, he thinks, smiling. His own hair is no longer as full as it used to be, but far easier to tame. There’s a metaphor in there, probably.

“You’re still not listening, are you?” The smile she gives him is soft, but there’s more to it. He listens to her. Has always listened to her, even if he ignored what she said. That never changed. He realizes how much there is still between them; not just the familiarity, but scabs over the pain they’ve caused each other, too. Sometimes it itches, like now.

“I am listening,” he replies truthfully. “I needed a moment to think about it.” He watches her, just like he used to back in the day. She takes off her skirt and his eyes fly over her legs.

He’s always loved her legs – and he’s told her so hundreds of times. The first time he did it, not long after they started sleeping with each other, she gave him one of her patented skeptical looks. He laughed seeing it up close while being naked in bed with her. He kissed the expression right off her face before she asked him, “my legs? You think my legs are hot? They’re short, Mulder.”

He will never forget that. 20 years from now, when they’re older still, he will still think about it, will still look at her legs and adore them. Adore all of her.

“You still haven’t answered,” she sing-songs, taking off her pantyhose. Mulder sighs, taking another sip from his beer. He’s got a nice buzz going on, or maybe it’s just a Scully-high he’s experiencing. That’s his favorite anyway.

How can he explain to her that he feels old running after suspects but never when he is with her? That as soon as he sees her by his side, speaks to her, touches her, he is 25 years younger. He’s a spring chicken, staring at her with wide eyes and a head full of mischief. That, he thinks, hasn’t changed at all. It most likely never will. He grins at her standing there with her hands on her hips, giving him a look.

“I’m waiting,” she says. So am I, he thinks, knowing they’re not waiting for the same thing. He’s waiting for her to make up her mind, let him back in. Come home with him, to him. She grabs her pajama pants and puts them on. One of her favorites. One of his, too. How often has he taken it off of her? Countless times.

“I’m not letting you off the hook, you know,” she says, opening her blouse button by button. “Judy said I’m all dried up. What does that even mean? Do you feel like that, Mulder? Do people say things like that to you?”

He doesn’t know how she expects him to focus on her questions when her fingers fly over the buttons, revealing slivers of skin as they go. He glimpses flashes of a black bra and hastily brings his beer bottle to his mouth to conceal his gasp.

This really is like 20 years ago before they became more than just partners.

Except he knows all of this. He’s watched her undress so often that at one point, it was part of his everyday life. It was always special. He never got used to being allowed to watch her, see her in every possible state of dress and undress.

He knows how she puts on her pajamas, how she washes her face, and how long it takes. He’s attuned to the rhythm of the way she brushes her teeth. Knows what she smells like fresh from a shower, or when it’s just her after a long day at work. He knows it all.

But what if things are different, now?

“Mulder, you’re making me wonder if you still got some scoot in your boot. You’re very quiet. Have I been talking too much about Judy and getting older?”

“No, not at all,” he says, his eyes taking her in. She’s in her bra, standing there looking perfect to him. “How can she say you’re dried up?” He asks, the thought slipping through unfiltered. “You’re anything but, Scully. You have to know that.”

“I’m a woman in my 50s, Mulder,” she says with a sigh. “It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“It always matters what you think. To me it does. More than that, you’re still just as beautiful as you were back when we met.” Scully snorts, unclasping her bra. He expects her to turn away from him, but she doesn’t, allowing him full view of her breasts.

“You didn’t think I was beautiful when we met,” she says, putting on her pajama top.

“I did too,” he protests.

“You really did?” When she looks up at him, he sees her younger self with apple-round, rosy cheeks and her endless curiosity and skepticism that kept him on his toes.

How did the little note-taking spy with her too big briefcase from back then turn into the love of his life? The only woman he’s thought about in at least 20 years? The universe really does work in mysterious ways. And he couldn’t be more grateful that it’s her his heart and mind settled on.

“I did,” he says, drinking the last of his beer. Any moment now Scully will throw him out and he will toss and turn on that couch, his mind reeling, his body wanting. He misses her. He misses holding her and kissing her goodnight. He misses talking to her right before they fall asleep. He misses everything.

“You still haven’t answered my question, Mulder.”

“I do feel older,” he says. “But not in a bad way. I feel… I feel like a more mature version of myself. One who can’t run as fast anymore, but who at least has most of his hair.”

“You have great hair, Mulder,” she says and to prove her point, she runs her fingers through it. “I’m going to go wash up,” she adds but doesn’t move. If things were different, he’d draw her close to him and hold her. Sneak a kiss or two. That’s not who they are at the moment. The awkwardness of having to share space returns swiftly, catching him off guard.

“I should get ready for bed, too,” he says, getting up, his knees protesting. “But Scully… you’re not old. Not to me. Look at yourself. You’re still the hottest, most capable FBI agent and medical doctor I’ve ever met.”

“Thank you, Mulder.” She gets on her tiptoes, grabs his arm for support, and kisses his cheek. “Good night.”

“Night,” he replies, his skin tingling from her lips. “You know where to find me in case you, um, feel old again and need someone to remind me you’re not.”

She merely gives him a raised eyebrow before she disappears into the bathroom, the door closing with a soft click. Mulder returns to his own space, closing the door behind him, too, missing Scully’s presence already. That’s one thing he’ll never get used to. But he has time. He’ll wait for her. Forever, if he has to.

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[lafcadiosadventures]

Madame Putiphar Readalong. Book Two, Chapter XVII:

A violent, claustrophobic chapter where the home becomes a jail (warning: this chapter deals extensively with sexual coercion and attempted rape)

Jean-Honoré Fragonard, preliminary sketch for The Bolt

Once again the what is pretty simple, and it’s all about nobles and power abuse:

The marquis play acts to fool Debby into letting him into her house.

He has Patrick arrested just to get him out of the way because he plans to force his wife into having sex with him and wants to be undisturbed.

The How:

It’s worth noting how supremely uninterested in the glamour of the seducer/libertine Borel is. Villepastour is always portrayed as a pathetic and ridiculous little manipulator. We have been told he’s handsome. But when we “see” him, nothing about him is appealing. His ridiculous way of speaking and his theatrical antics overpower that. He's not shown as an initiator/debunker of the puritanical bourgeois morality he accuses Debby of (she is an aristocrat, but he forgets that because in being Irish, or rather, not being French, she is provincial. A "savage" even...) He is no Dolmancé, freeing the nubile young woman from the chains of catholicism and the constraints of an unnatural sense of morality. He is a manipulator who uses the excuse of liberation as a tool (one the tools in his rather clumsy, tbh! rhetorical arsenal)

We could say Villepastour mimics the threefold strategy of the Knights in the prologue. A bit like the devil trying to tempt Christ in the desert with new strategies when he’s rebuked, he too changes his approach. The first is what he tried at mass: guilt tripping Deborah because she’s too beautiful. She is to blame for that beauty. He is a victim of her charms and in deep pain, etc. So: he lies to break into her home, but it’s all her fault, really, he was driven to it by a madness (which the narrator denies). That technique weirdly, almost works. Borel uses some “common sense” stereotypes about how women’s minds work -which is honestly beneath his better creative critical thinking moments- bc all women are vain and touched when any handsome man just drops to his knees and confesses their love, etc. However. Things get interesting re: Debby’s characterization again FAST. Since Villepastour is overly confident when Deb asks him to stand, she quickly recovers her cool and dryly asks him to leave because he annoys her.

Assorted potentially interesting things:

Villepastour calls Deborah a “sublime metamorphoses” (remember the song of the nightingale welcoming her to France, and the possibility of it linking her with Philomela?)

Villepastour is compared to a wolf, same as Patrick was before. It doesn’t seem terribly significant, just a standard allusion to the wolf as an aggressor of innocence -> the flock of sheep with its religious implications. I’m just trying to see if the wolf metaphor is consistently positive in the novel -the wolf like attitude is what drove Patrick to freedom earlier- but it doesn’t seem to be so.

Villepastour weaponizes Deborah’s fear of ruining her reputation against her. He knows she fears to call out for help because potentially people could think badly of her. The fact that her neighbours wouldn’t believe her story is very likely (she is foreign, she is very beautiful, she is not very well known yet since she arrived in France only a few months ago... she might not have solid bonds with her neighbours yet, and we know victim blaming is a thing)(Maybe Debby would be less reluctant to shout out nowadays,,, but  I don’t need to say victim blaming is still a thing and a victim could still prefer to suffer alone than endure public scrutiny)

He locks the doors and the windows. She is a prisoner inside her own home (right now, the home of her dreams which was a promise of independence and freedom and a new life has become a jail.... Borel does not understand the home as a safe haven... social evils can permeate it’s walls and it can became as hellish a dungeon than those in the scariest cell at Château d’If or Bicêtre or any of the bagnes)

Villepastour persists: the sooner she lets him rape her, the better for her since he can leave the house while it’s still dark and her reputation will be unharmed. He then uses passion and the revealing of unknown pleasures as a bait, he claims to see she is aroused by him. (but, needless to say,  even if that were true --Debby does not deny it-- it’s irrelevant, she has chosen not to sleep with him and is being forcefully coerced)

Then he tries the illuminist approach of the sadian libertine: he takes the guise of an educator and a destroyer of prejudice/religious obscurantism. A bringer of freedom. Interestingly enough, since Villepastour sees Debby as a savage, (he has called her “farouche”, referred to her customs as “sauvage”, and her footwear as “babouches”, which she could be wearing, but he could also be framing her as an ““exotic”” odalisque) a strange kind of a savage, somehow riddled with bourgeois morality, this takes colonialist undertones: the civilized, illustrated French nobleman needs to take this woman from a culture he deems inferior, by force if necessary, and set her free from the morality/lack of enlightenment that’s trapping her. Only he can unlock her full potential. If she became his Gallatea, she could crush the hearts of any french aristo of her choice, become the highest ranking courtesan in Versailles...

Debby recognizes how Villepastour changes strategies, and mocks him for it (she quickly recovers from her anguish and terror of being trapped by a sexual aggressor, and recovers her sang froid)

Villepastour is a highly theatrical, ridiculous man (1st thing he does when he breaks into the apartment is open his cloak to reveal his Green Suit of Seductions™) now, while he’s groping Debby, he pulls out some pornographic book from his pocket. (interestingly, Borel cites a sculptor, not an erotic illustrator of the period. Steinmetz considers his working in erotic etchings to be “unlikely”, However, Clodion was interested in joyful, softly erotic scenes mimicking the Hellenistic baroque)

Borel’s narrator takes an anti pornography stand at this point* -he calls the era in which he lives disgusting for its ubiquitous consumption of pornography. Anti pornography will return as a theme in a frankly fantastic scene with Debby later on.

(I take this chance to recommend the 2016 Korean movie The Handmaiden,  which has a very similar scene of female liberation. The film touches lots of the same themes in Madame Putiphar, including Sade, mental asylums, sexual slavery, torture, totalitarianisms/colonialism, the home as a prison, even cultural colonialism via language and clothing... it’s the closest we might have to an actual Putiphar adaptation without being one)

(*I say at this point because he’ll touch the subject of pornography under a positive light later on, in his defence of Sade as an artist, and an attack on hypocrisy of those who claim to hate him but devour his work avidly)

Debby is disgusted by the book, and by the man. She can finally bear him no more, and threatens him with yelling for fire. Something in this “little savage” becomes suddenly frightening for Villepastour. He states: He’d rape her right then, if he were not frightened of being beheaded by her like Holofernes by Judith. But he promises: she will be his victim.

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