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tobias-hankel · 8 months
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I love how Spencer gets defensive of mentally ill unsubs. Just imagine how many comments he probably got about his mom growing up. That was the 80s and 90s - people were less aware of mental illness, made fun of it more, and people loved to talk.
I wonder if he always stuck up for her or if he couldn't. If he knew he shouldn't snap back at the neighborhood boys that were twice his size or the teacher that talked about things she didn't know about. I wonder if people made comments like that about Diana. Saying oh it's too bad what happened to poor Diana. She is too ill to work and her husband left her... She was so sweet too. And Spencer knows she is still sweet - that she can be sweet when she is lucid enough to remember who he is, when she reads to him and calls him Crash - even though she might never know that she is the reason he is bruised.
I like to think that Spencer stood up for her but he might also be too smart for that. He would have to shoulder those comments about his mom. He would go home and cry into his pillow because the world was hating on the only person he had left for something she can't control. But then Spencer gets himself into the FBI, gets a badge and a gun and a score of degrees, and he never has to listen to another negative comment about his mom - or anyone with mental illness.
Spencer might not have always been able to protect his mom, but he sure as shit isn't going to let anyone bad mouth her now.
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arklay · 1 year
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RESIDENT EVIL → DR. DIANA WESKER
"This is how a girl becomes holy: first she becomes empty." — Brynne Rebele-Henry, Prelude
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You cannot tell me that DG (back before she lost her mind and dropped the ball at the homestretch) didn’t mean for us to read this scene:
“....It’s coming is a gift, which I accept with gratitude, but when it’s gone, there is no sense of abandonment or deprivation. I’m only glad to have had it for as long as it chose to remain.”
“And you’re saying your relationship with Manoke is the same. Does he feel that way about you, do you think?” I asked, fascinated. He glanced at me, cleared startled. 
“I have no idea.”
“You, um, don’t...talk in bed?” I said, striving for delicacy. 
His mouth twitched, and he looked away.
“No.”
We lay in silence for a few moments, examining the ceiling. 
“Have you ever?” I blurted.
“Have I what?”
“Had a lover that you talked to?”
He cut his eyes at me. 
“Yes. Perhaps not quite so frankly as I find myself talking to you, but, yes.” 
(An Echo in the Bone, Ch.95)
...and draw a straight line in our recollections to the times John lay abed with Percy in BotB, speaking of intimacies they shared with no one else. Because obviously, Percy was the only lover of his he really talked to about deeply personal matters in bed. (That we were shown anyway. He probably confided in Hector at least about some things, I hope.)
“Shall I tell you a great secret?” Percy’s voice was soft, breath warm in his ear. Grey reached a hand through the sheets, slid it over the high round of a still warmer buttock.
“Please,” he whispered.
“My name is not Percival.”
.....[Percy] laughed a little unsteadily, took a deep breath, and lay down on his back, drawing the sheet up over his chest.
“My name is Perseverance,” he said in a rush.
“Per -” Grey lay completely still, holding his breath and concentrating fiercely on his belly muscles. 
“Go ahead and laugh,” Percy said from the dark, with exceeding dryness. “I won’t mind.”
“Yes, you would,” Grey said, but was still unable to quell the bubble of mirth that rose up the back of his throat, and being there firmly suppressed, emerged through his nose in a strangled snort. To keep from committing further offense, he said the first thing that came into his mind.
“What’s your middle name?”
Percy laughed, sounding a little easier, now that the dreadful confession was made.
.....Just now, he was realizing exactly the magnitude of the the gift Percy had given him. 
He was the only one who knew. Percy had been right; it was a great secret, and John felt the weight of his lover’s trust, warm on his heart.
He groped for Percy’s hand and found it, slightly cold. They lay silent for a bit, holding hands, bodies warming to each other. 
..... “Shall I tell you a great secret?” Grey whispered, at long last. ...
“Please.” Percy’s hand tightened on his.
“My father was murdered.”
..... Somewhere in the telling, Percy had gathered him into his arms, and held him now, close against his body. His head lay in the hollow of Percy’s shoulder, and the curly hairs of Percy’s chest brushed soft against his lips as he spoke. ...
Percy’s hand smoothed the hair away from John’s face, gentle. 
“Your mother likely thought whoever’d killed your father had got you, too.”
“Yes, she did.” For the first time in the telling, a lump came into his throat, recalling his mother’s face when she’d seen him, filthy, trailing hay and mud across the Turkey carpet in her boudoir. “That’s - that’s the only time she cried.”
Percy’s arm tightened round his shoulders. He could hear Percy’s heart, a muffled steady thump beneath his heart.
“And you?” Percy said at last, very quietly. “Did you weep for your father?”
“I never did,” he said, and closed his eyes.
(BotB, Ch.18)
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Percy did return to the matter a few days later, though. No doubt it was a matter of Percy’s own upbringing in a religious milieu, Grey reflected. Or perhaps it was only that Percy had never been with a man willing to discuss philosophy in bed. Grey hadn’t, himself, but found the novelty mildly diverting. 
They had left the barracks separately and met in Percy’s rooms for a few stolen hours. Where, after the initial delights of the flesh had been tasted, Grey found himself with his head pillowed on Percy’s stomach, being read to from a collection of legal opinions. published a year or two previous. 
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“So,” Grey remarked, “we must be exterminated, because our pleasures are insufficiently ecstatic?” 
Percy’s brow relaxed a bit, and he closed the book.
.....Still, he considered the matter, enjoying the peaceful rise and fall of Percy’s breathing beneath his cheek. 
“I think a gentleman conducts his affairs with kindness and with honor,” he said, at last. ...
Percy gave a short laugh.
“Kindness and honor? That’s all well - but what of love?”
Grey valued love - and feared it - too greatly to make idle protestations.
“You cannot compel love,” he said finally, “nor summon it at will. Still less,” he added ruefully, “can you dismiss it.” He sat up then, and looked at Percy, who was looking down, tracing patterns on the counterpane with a fingertip. “I think you are not in love with me, are you?”
Percy smiled a little, not looking up. Not disagreeing, either. “Cannot dismiss it,” he echoed. “Who was he? Or is he?”
“Is.” Grey felt a sudden jolt of the heart at the speaking of that single word. Something at once joyful and terrible; the admission was irrevocable.
Percy was looking up at him now, brown eyes bright with interest.
“It is - I mean, he - you need not worry. There is no possibility of anything between us.” Grey blurted, and bit his tongue to keep back the sudden impulse to tell everything, only for the momentary ecstasy of speaking of Jamie Fraser. He was wiser than that, though, and kept the words bottled tight in his throat. 
“Oh. He’s not...?” Percy’s gaze flicked momentarily over Grey’s nakedness, then returned to his face.
“No.”
It was late in the day; light skimmed across the room from the high attic windows, striking the dark burnished mass of Percy’s curling hair, painting the lines of his face in chiaroscuro, but leaving his body in the dimness of shadow.
“Is friendship and sincere liking not enough for you?” Grey was careful to avoid any tone of pettishness or accusation, making the question merely one of honest inquiry. Percy heard this, and smiled, lopsidedly, but with answering honesty.
“No.” He stretched out a hand and ran it up Grey’s bare arm, over the curve of his shoulder, and down the slope of his breast, where he spread his palm flat over the nipple - and took a sudden hold of the flesh there, fingers digging into the muscle.
“Add that, though...” he said softly, “and I think it will suffice.”
(BotB, Ch.19)
That their story will never have a happy resolution - after all that they were, and could’ve yet been, to each other - is just tragic. 🥺😭😭😭
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mushroomjar · 6 months
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Thinking about my baby girl Diana getting in trouble as a kid for trying to bite other kid's arms off
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being on this website right now is just like im being so brave by blacklisting the tags for a new movie thats very popular right now and not responding to any of the gifsets i still see of it with what is rightful criticism of it for being tone-deaf
#kai rambles#i just think that if the premise of you book/movie is that steeped in politics#you have to engage with them rather than kicking it under the rug and pushing it into another room#especially the queer history of both countries in relation to politics and one specific institution if it is a gay love story#and the political institutions in both countries are catalysts or components of the plot#if youre not going to actually engage with it and explore it in relation to your romance why is it even in your book?#its justa magnet on a fridge to make it look unique#and since its a gay romance its intrinsically linked to the politics you are not engaging with#gay marriage is not codified in law in america#and like maybe its being a queer brit who has spoken to people who arent terminally online baby gays#but i think its so fucking tone-deaf and honestly a little offensive to write a gay romance where one of them is a royal without#even mentioning princess fucking diana#you know the one who was post-humously honoured as a queer icon because of all the work she did surrounding aids#whete she famously held hands with an aids patient when most people didnt even want to go near them#where she set up trusts and charities and led campaigns to fund research into a treatment#where the queen didnt fucking support her and suggested she choose ''something more pleasant''#she is a queer icon in britain and the royal family treated her like fucking shit and probably had her killed#like i get that the author is american and might not know about it butidk casey you could do some fucking research#i honestly think its disgusting to write a queer story about a british royal without even mentioning her and the impact she had
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redhairedgirl95 · 8 months
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Vigilante sh!t is such a Diaspro song, a ted talk by me.
Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man = have you seen her? She looks drop dead gorgeous. Always.
You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them = she and Sky have definitely kissed. She has kissed him. Maybe she’s done something more to him …
Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie = he lies and lies and lies. You are betrothed, man! Don’t go around flirting with other girls! (Also the whole switch with Brandon. Not cool)
They say looks can kill and I might try = they do. Drop dead gorgeous, as I said. Princess and Fairy outfit = both iconic.
I don't dress for women
I don't dress for men
Lately I've been dressing for revenge = Just … YES.
I don't start shit but I can tell you how it ends = not her fault she was engaged to him. Oh, but she is gonna get revenge.
Don't get sad, get even = she doesn’t care for your tears, your excuses, she wants payback.
So on the weekends
I don't dress for friends
Lately I've been dressing for revenge = see above.
She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some
She had the envelope, where you think she got it from? = SHE TOLD BLOOM. Not Sky. Sky was forced to explain after Diaspro had told the truth.
Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride = well, I guess Bloom goes home after the whole chaos
Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife = the duo we have been deprived of. Diaspro and Bloom, riding into the night
And she looks so pretty
Driving in your Benz
Lately she's been dressing for revenge = Bloom should have pulled a Princess Diana. I strongly believe Stella has. And Diaspro has, duh.
She don't start shit, but she can tell you how it ends = Bloom goes away. She ends the whole thing. Was it even a thing if he was already engaged?
Don't get sad, get even
So on the weekends
She don't dress for friends
Lately she's been dressing for revenge = the Princess Diana thing, see above.
Ladies always rise above = Diaspro DESERVES to come out on top. To fall in love with an even richer, mightier, handsomer guy. Or, as Cher teaches us, to BE the richer, mightier, handsomer guy.
Ladies know what people want = she knows exactly what she wants. And she isn’t afraid to go and get it.
Someone sweet and kind and fun = and respectful. And trustworthy. And, for Diaspro, I would stress the fun part. I mean, fun.
The lady simply had enough = indeed she had.
While he was doing lines
And crossing all of mine = he makes the rules (his family, but anyway, he doesn’t question them) and crosses them over and over again.
Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI = Bloom is the FBI in this scenario. Bloom and all the people in the Magic Dimension
And I don't dress for villains = that’s you, Sky.
Or for innocents = Bloom. But Diaspro herself, too.
I'm on my vigilante shit again = doing the Gods’ work and exposing men and their bullishit
I don't start shit, but I can tell you how it ends = with you in the gutter and she on top.
Don't get sad, get even = advice for all us girlies to follow.
So on the weekends = and always, actually
I don't dress for friends
Lately I've been dressing for revenge = Let’s all learn from Diaspro (and Princess Diana 🫶🏻)
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bananatulips · 2 years
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if I post my first chapter of my oc/Gilbert blythe fic on AO3 would anyone read it? Oc is transmasc and Aunt Josephine's ward if that makes it more interesting
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supjello · 2 months
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I have to REALLY ration out my aubreyad audiobook listening sessions bc without fail I get like 5 minutes in and start pacing and feeling insane
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de4dlyniightshade · 2 months
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I need sweetheart Spencer headcannons. I gotta hear about this guys sweet little habits and his love language frfr
i can yap abt domestic shit with spencer for YEARS
really listens to you like if you mention even briefly a brand you like he buys you it, flowers you like, always a vase of them in his or your place for you.
if you mention you don't like the smell of his laundry detergent or anything like that she changes it immediately for you.
learns how to make your favourite coffee, no matter how elaborate, will even buy the expensive tools to make it for you every morning.
thrifts trinkets and silly things for you that he thinks you'd like, just cute little ornaments and cups, mugs, bottles, anything he sees that makes him think of you.
tucks you in at night, every night, even if you're still awake he makes sure to tuck the duvet around your neck to keep you cosy.
on the same lines, always has a blanket within reach for when you fall asleep on the couch, carefully laying it on you and pressing a kiss to your head.
plays your favourite music in the morning while he makes your coffee so you wake up to something that you enjoy.
hand holder always, his hand is never out of your when you're going places, one of his worst fears being you getting separated from him in a crowd or worse, his job making him slightly paranoid about you getting kidnapped.
loves dancing with you to old music.
such a cliche gentleman, always opening doors for you and will literally race you to your side of the car to open the door for you and will tell you to wait so he can get out and open it for you too. also always pulls your chair out for you and takes your jacket.
loves to talk about you but always feels shy around the team because he knows how they'll tease him, all but penelope who asks about you daily and lets spencer ramble about everything you told him since the second he saw you.
you once got a call from penelope which worried you since she gave you her number in case something happened to spencer so you answered really worried but it was just for her to tell you that spencer finally admitted that he wanted to marry you.
always has to have skin on skin contact while he sleeps, even if it's just his leg touching you, he just needs to know you're there.
very proudly introduced you to his mother, beaming with pride because he knew she'd love you because he knew you loved him and that's all diana ever wanted for him.
humming. always. he's always humming some tune while he does anything, especially cooking or making coffee in the morning.
almost cries when jj brings her kids over and he looks over to see you with henry on your hip, humming a tune you'd heard him hum while bouncing him to the tune.
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arklay · 2 years
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help besties am considering uploading my nonsense to ao3 but i have no idea how that website works :)
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flawless {vada cavell}
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Pairing: Vada Cavell x Reader  
Warnings: smut (18+) smoking weed, vaginal fingering, oral sex, language, talk of the shooting,  joking about the queen of england (please don’t come for me lol rip)
Vada and reader are both 18+ in this
Word Count: 1.7k
hey y’all, I’ve had this one in the works for a while now, but it’s finally done! Next part of this hell with hopefully be done in the next couple of days!
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“And don’t even get me started on the Queen like I’m lowkey not even sad she died. No cap, the old bitch definitely had something to do with Diana’s death, that shit is suspicious as fuck” Vada’s rambling trailed off at the sensation of your fingers running up her leg. The prickle of her unshaven legs tickled your fingertips. Her baseball shorts rode up her thighs as she sat on your bed. You were supposed to be getting ready for Nick’s party, but Vada had somehow roped you into smoking before you went so she could chill more.
“Baby, what the fuck are you doing?” You practically jumped out of your skin at the sudden rise in your girlfriend’s voice. The smoke from your joint left the air between the two of you hazy. The mischievous look that filled your face was enough to tell Vada you were up to something.
“Oh I was just wondering when you stopped being my girlfriend and became Bigfoot” you fired back. A laugh fought its way past your lips as one of her eyebrows shot up. Vada snatched the joint from your free hand, narrowing her eyes at you as she took a hit.
“I’m wounded that you tried to use my dude Bigfoot to insult me” Vada was a little out of breath, and her voice scratched as she spoke. Her attempts to contain her cough from the long drag failed for a moment, but it didn’t stop her from taking another hit before handing it back to you.
“Like Bigfoot is THE MAN, he’s my icon, the legend” with each word her voice raised an octave to the point she was almost yelling, her hands waving about to emphasize her point. “I think I might love him” Her voice trailed off to a whisper as she finished, her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
You sat up in bed and leaned on your elbow to look at her. Her eyes were red now, and a dreamy haze seemed to cloud them. She leaned forward to take a drag from the joint still between your fingers, she didn’t pull away though. She seemed to linger for a moment, contemplating her next move. Her lips brushed against yours as she exhaled, milky smoke filled the space between the two of you, and began to enter your lungs. She didn’t move for a moment, allowing you to get the smoke, before she dramatically pushed up from her spot.
“I’ve always wanted to do that” Vada giggled, rolling ungracefully across the bed.
“You are an Idiot, Vada Cavell” you took another hit from the joint before setting it in the ashtray on your bedside table.
“Well, I think you’re beautiful” Vada’s voice shifted when you returned to the bed. All the chatty energy had faded and left something else in its wake.
“Nah, I think you're just high, V” you tried to shake her off, you knew there would be no way you would make it to Nick’s party later if you let her get her way.
“No, I’m being for real y/n, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” Vada took your hands, settling them on her hips. From all her moving around, Vada’s shirt had bunched at her waist. The exposed skin of her stomach was warm under your hands.  Her own hands started to caress your back under her soccer championship hoodie.  
“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, V '' but Vada knew she had won when she felt your hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer. Her lips brushed over yours.  
“Oh I think it will” Her lips were soft and pillowy against yours when they finally met. Your hands left her hips to settle on her neck, tugging lightly on the hair there. Vada’s soft moan vibrated against your lips. You tugged again softly just to hear her moan against you again before you let go. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders as your fingers hooked around the tie holding it back.
The taste of weed still lingered on her lips when she finally pulled back to catch her breath. Her hair fell over her shoulders and tickled the side of your neck. Sunlight trickled in through a crack in your curtain. Sometimes when the light hit the brown in her eyes, it turned them almost golden. Like pools of honey. Now, with Vada’s knees on either side of your hips and hands roaming your body as you felt the sun hit your skin, you didn’t want to go to Nick’s party anymore.
You kissed for a while, Vada’s lips never leaving yours for more than a second to catch your breath. You could feel her getting impatient. The way she kept shifting, trying to get you to move your hands a little higher. The way her hands pushed your shirt up until it gathered at your chest. Her fingers played dangerously with the band of your sports bra, just begging you to take it off. And Vada did win as usual, your shirt hitting the floor with a soft thud.
Reality came crashing back to you like a freight train when Vada’s fingertips brushed over the healed gunshot wound on your thigh. A painful reminder of the first day you met Vada all those years ago. Though neither of you talked about it often, the incident left more than just physical scars on both of you. None of you deserve it, but that’s just how the world is now, cruel and unfair. But at least you had someone to weather the storm with.
You could practically hear Vada’s breathy laugh bring you back to the present ‘I can’t believe you just called it the incident’. You remembered the night Vada had told you all about her therapy sessions, including all of the hassle she had put that poor woman through. In this moment, you were thankful the weed allowed your mind to shift easily from the pain. A droopy smile fell on your face at the thought of Vada.
“What’s got you all smiley now” her breath tickled under your nose as her fingers carded through your hair.
“Just thinking about you” you whispered, seeking the side of her neck. Your lips left lazy kisses around her ear. Your body craved her, to feel her touch again.
“Now who’s pulling the flattery card” Vada snorted, her freckle-spotted nose wrinkling against the side of your face.
You too began to grow impatient, and It didn’t take long before Vada’s back hit your mattress. Your heartbeat thudded in your chest as you fumbled to get her stupid basketball shorts and boxers down. Her squirming settled when your hand found her wet heat, her eyes fluttering shut.
“God, you're so wet” you murmured against her lips, but you knew you wouldn't get a response. You never did, not when she was like this. All of her chatty energy and confidence disappeared when she was under you. A whine left her lips when you moved your hand away. But she was settled quickly when her sports bra joined your shirt on the floor
“Fuck” Vada moaned out breathlessly as your mouth closed around her nipple. You take your time there, kissing… and biting just to hear a soft gasp fall from her lips every time. It doesn’t take long before Vada grows tired of waiting. Her hips shifting under you in an attempt to draw your hands back to her. Eventually you did give in to her, and when you did, the moan that fell from her lip when you gently began rubbing her clit was so worth it.
Vada drew your lips back to hers, her hands wrapped in the hair at the base of your neck, tugging you back to her. Her kisses became sloppy, desperate little whines fell from her lips as she gripped tighter at your hair. Her movements became more and more frantic, her hips shifting and thrusting up to meet your fingers on her clit.
“What do you need, baby?” your movements slowed, and the whine that fell from her was almost pathetic. Her hands tugged harder on your hair, her lips brushing against your neck, anything to get you to continue. “You gotta use your words, baby” you prompted again.
“Your mouth” her voice was low as she tried to stop the moan that threatened to fall from her at your slow movements on her clit.
“Good girl” you wanted to tease her, you really did. But Vada’s arousal was almost dripping onto your mattress now, and you felt bad. The stubble of her thighs tickled your cheeks as you placed kisses there. Her hips shifted, she was getting impatient again. Your hand left her clit to hold her hips in place, and she whined at the loss of contact. But you didn’t leave her for long, your tongue soon replacing where your fingers had been. She hummed, finally satisfied with getting what she wanted.
“Jesus” she moaned out, not quite expecting your finger to press against her entrance. Vada’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment with how easily your finger slid in. Her head fell back and she no longer tried to stop her whimpers.  She was a mess under you now as you slipped in a second finger without losing your rhythm. You knew she wouldn’t last long like this. Not with your tongue lapping at her clit too.
Her nails dug into the back of your neck tugging again on the hair, as she tightened around your fingers, she was close now. You curled your fingers, as you sucked gently on her clit. Her thighs were shaking against the side of your head now. You entwined your fingers with hers as she came. Vada let out one more moan as her body went rigid under you.
The California heat combined with your recent activity left you sweating and trying to catch your breath as you rested your head on Vada’s thigh. Her thighs were still shaking under you, and her breaths coming out in pants, jostling you.
“Let's forget about Nick’s party” Vada’s breath was hot against your neck when she finally reached down and pulled you back up to her. But she didn’t have much to worry about, any thought of that party was long gone.
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hijinxinprogress · 3 months
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YJ being awful at sharing things (mostly bc they’re used to handling things themselves bc there was no one for them to depend on during their childhood)
YJ is great at subterfuge and lying but they keep unnecessary things on a need-to-know basis like their favorite colors so when people are like “why didn’t you tell me?? I can help! I hope you know you can come to me if you need anything” and yj responds like a stray animal being shown affection for the first time “with what?? nothing’s wrong…go away…” but they’re always injured or about to be whether it’s physical or psychological 
Cissie didn’t tell anyone she was allergic to walnuts until Oliver almost killed her at a mandatory family dinner (they also didn’t know she was in the Olympics or dating Kon until they were cornered by reporters in public who wanted to know if Kon was aware she had a relationship with Oliver Queen) (Roy had a very one sided beef with Kon for about three weeks once he saw the interviews)
Yj is outed for smoking when Bart gets caught with weed and the jl (mostly Barry) are lecturing him about the dangers of marijuana and Wally’s yelling bc they thought it was the titans smoking while bart just shrugs and he’s like “I thought you knew, it’s not like we were hiding it” they call a meeting w/ yj but Cissie’s just like “I mean what are you gonna do about it? You’re a couple years too late to be concerned” and behind them, an irritated Kon passes a handful of bills to a smug Anita
Or Tim’s been stabbed for the 5th time this week (and didn’t tell anyone bc he’s Tim) Cassie tries to hand him tequila and Bart looks at them like they’re stupid “he can’t drink that” and dicks in the background “no he can’t bc he’s literally a baby and so are all of you!!” and Anita reaches over to Kon who’s not paying attention and he’s like “yeah, rob got stabbed like an hour ago and didn’t say anything bc he’s a squirrelly little shit” and dick launches himself across the room holding 17 medical packs (he was supposed off planet for the next three months)
Diana hears yj refer to Cassie with they/them pronouns and pulls them aside to ask if they want to change their name (hero and civilian) and why they didn’t feel comfortable sharing their identity with her and Cassie just goes “I didn’t think it was a big deal”
Most people think that Anita’s raising her children so older heroes with make comments about her being too young to be a parent or being irresponsible for being a parent so young along with how it makes them unable to trust her judgment as a hero (Steph once made an offhanded comment about Anita being a real hero for raising twins after she cussed out an older hero) but no one outside of yj learns the truth until dr. fate shows up talking about irreparable damage being done to the timeline (the nearest speedster gets dirty looks despite not being at fault this time)
Yj invites Greta to the watchtower and she meets Constantine who starts going on about her being death-touched, possessed, and rambling about dark magic so he ends up calling the rest of jl dark which is how the jl finds out about Secret years after the fact
Kon casually makes jokes about Lex’s attempts on his life, Lex and Clark attempting to win him over to get one over on each other, Lex or Clark disliking him, his death, and the period of time Kon was homeless which is usually how anyone outside of yj finds out about things going on in his life
The jl loses their shit when they learn how often yj hide each other in their homes when they don’t have anywhere else to go (batman buys trackers in bulk when he finds out Tim has a secret house) 
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tiffs-brunch · 8 months
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video recordings 🍨🎭 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚
tom kaulitz x fem! reader
fluff? i seriously do not KNOW what kind this is tbh
age pairing : 15-16
warnings : none
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i could never express any kind of feelings towards people. it just didn't seem like someone who i was.
she grabbed her camcorder from her 11th birthday, placed it down the table by her bed and fixed her hair. she always recorded herself during every one of her birthdays, this is the 5th time she's done it.
“my name is _______, it’s 2005 now, so i’m currently 16. uh-“ she rambled. hearing the door creak open.
“hello?” a voice called. it was tom, one of her best friends.
best friends who have unsaid feelings about each other.
“oh, it’s you.” she looked up at him and smiled.
when you two met, tom was in a band, tokio hotel. you were quite surprised to be friends with a rocker.
being friends with someone like tom was like a job. he was spontaneous, he was the right amount of sugar and spice. he wasn’t always nice. sure, he was like one of those slacking teenagers who were always on the couch, but he was a serious person.
he was never the one to be sarcastic to you - but to be genuine with you. it was shocking to you, as he was a playboy after all. he grew up on an addiction to porn, magazines of naked women and the thought of sex made him smile mischievously.
she was a reserved girl. a quiet girl, a soft spoken girl, who dressed up like it was always winter. she never usually showed a lot of skin, as they would call her; “a girl with decency”. secretly, she would go to clubs without the permission of her mother - dressed in all sorts of tiny clothes, ones that her parents would probably never think of her to have.
tom would never call her a “hoe”. to him, she was like an angel. she was precious, like a doll. she was that one piece of innocence in his life.
“are you recording?” tom asked. walking to her bed, and plopping down next to the girl.
“what do you think?” she says, rolling her eyes playfully.
he scooted closer to her, their arms touching. positioning the camera over on their faces.
“i never would have thought of you to be a vlogger.” he chuckles. looking into her eyes once deeply. “you’re pretty. you’re like an angel.”
he takes her features in. her cat-like eyes, her long lashes, her slightly flushed pink cheeks and her lips. he stares at her lips for a second - immediately flashing his eyes back into her eyes again.
her gaze on him softens, her face going pink. all of a sudden, in his eyes, she looks like an angel. the yellowish light from her old lamp reflecting onto her face. the slight glitter on her eye lids shining, her lips glossy.
“you know that, right?”
“know what?”
“that you’re beautiful.” he says, tucking a piece of hair into her ear. they both don’t say anything. without warning they both close the gap in between them. his hands on her hips, digging into her skin. her arms on his neck.
they go on about this for about 15 minutes, his lips starting to trail down from her lips to her jaw.
⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ time flies by to 2006.
y/n was sat on her beside diana, one of her friends who came over to hang out. diana couldn’t help but be curious about the camcorder that was placed on the shelves of her bedroom.
“what’s this?” diana said, picking it up.
“it’s my camcorder. you can check if you want.” y/n answers nonchalantly.
diana checks the videos on y/n’s camcorder, one video particularly catching her eye. it was tom and y/n’s video, making out. y/n hears the video playing, and immediately couldn’t wrap the sounds that were familiar on her finger.
“what video’s playing?”
“you and some boy making out.”
shit.
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vide0-nasties · 9 months
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Going to be rambling insanely about Ghost and probably what his feelings on the monarchy would be, coming from one deeply damaged povo to another.
Anyway, specifically around the time the parasite in chief in her idiot hat (thanks Eccleston lub u) died and passed said idiot hat on, I was seeing a lot of (fun and gentle-ribbing, mind you!) posts about Ghost getting razzed about the queen croaking and maybe him being sad about it or something - I don’t really remember bc I have shit for brains and I just latch onto what bits my adhd will allow.
SO. I really don’t think Bruv Innit gave two shits about Liz buying the farm, bc he grew up working class in a working class town to a drug addicted, drug peddling dad, and a fairly nondescript mom who likely didn’t have a way to get her and her kids out of that shit situation (per ‘09 MW lore and some presumption). I imagine dude was dragged around a shitload of council estates and his dad’s friends’ shitty crash pads, no stability whatsoever, where food insecurity was a big ass forever-looming deal, mom had no idea if her 20 year old vauxhall was going to make it another trip to her minimum wage part time job, and school was forever on the back burner bc when it came to school supplies/trips vs eating and keeping the lights on. You can guess which one won.
If we’re also going with him being about 35-40ish, he would’ve been 10-12ish or so around Diana’s divorce and then her death. So, here’s this starving, horrendously abused kid, with his starving, horrendously abused mother and little brother, drowning in a system that is pretty much just letting them sink to the bottom, nothing is being done about the evil sperm donor that ruins everything for them, and he’s obliterated constantly by TV coverage and tabloids and radio DJs talking about this goddamned family’s stupid fucking drama. Charles cheated, Diana left, her poor boys in their fancy private schools with their endless wealth and glowing skin and brand new clothes that don’t stink of consignment shops are sad.
Sorrows - sorrows, prayers. 🫶
It’s a story he’s seen countless times, the only difference is money and coverage. And, realistically, the women in the stories he knows aren’t killed in car wrecks, they’re killed by their infuriated husbands who think they’re owed something catching up. Maybe that’s why his mom doesn’t leave the cocksucker that trapped her, she could’ve ended up another council house Diana that no one gave a shit about.
He grows up, becomes a butcher’s apprentice, joins the army. Straightens his brother out, makes sure his mom is set up nice, finally beats the shit out of his dad. And all the while, there looms the most fucking pointless, parasitic family in England: living off taxes taken from the public, god knows how much land and how many castles, even owning all the fucking swans on the island.
Relics, vampires, leeches.
But, you know, twenty years down the road, he’s pushing 40, his services to the country are done in the dark, the family he tried so badly to save were brutally cut down anyway, and when he goes to Tesco, the price of a fifth of piss Smirnoff is insane, and he’s still got Soap swimming in his head mid-rant bc his mam’s fucking knee replacement appeal has been denied for the third time and she can’t even walk anymore, Gaz is moving for the second time in a year bc he just can’t afford to live close to his parents even on his salary, meanwhile there was a stretch where it looked like Philip was surviving solely by being pumped full of virgin blood and straight stem cells.
So, yeah, if anything he probably said cheers when the news broke and cracked a couple extra jokes that day.
“What d’you call one dead Windsor? A good start.”
Edit: This is picking up some traction. @50cal-fullauto-astarion is my CoD blog if you like my Call of Bullshit stuff, this is my main and I don’t really go into CoD here
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Media Recommendations for Harry Potter Fans
Alright. So you’re a Harry Potter fan. You’re a Harry Potter fan because you love Harry Potter and you love the community you’ve built with your fellow fans, but J. K. Rowling is using her vast fortune to harm people and she says asinine shit about how anyone who likes Harry Potter agrees with her transphobia, and you know that’s not true, but maybe you’re wondering if there’s a different fandom you and your friends could go to, where if nothing else the creator isn’t using a massive platform and massive amounts of money to harm transgender people. This is a guide for you.
You really wish you could have a Harry Potter that’s just not Harry Potter. You want a magical school and aerial sports games and fighting a tyrant and the equivalent of Hogwarts Houses.
Check out The Owl House. It’s about a girl named Luz who wanders into another world and attends a magic school.
You can watch it on YouTube: Link.
You like the idea of a modern-ish fantasy book series (British, pre-Smart Phone technology age) with a big, rambling world to play around in.
Check out The Chronicles of Chestomanci by Diana Wynne Jones. It’s set across a multiverse and follows the lives and trials of young magicians.
Start with Charmed Life, which can be purchased on Amazon: Link.
You want a fantasy series with chosen ones, suffering, and sacrifice where anyone can die. Also, you like magical animal companions.
Check out The Last Herald Mage Trilogy by Mercedes Lackey, which is part of the broader Valdemar series. It’s about the life of Valdemar’s greatest – and last – Herald-mage.
You can find it on Amazon: Link.
You love Harry Potter for the mysteries. You’d be fine with something for a bit of an older demographic, and you love supernatural horror and angst. You want to see the protagonist go through it. But you’d also love it if there was something akin to the Hogwarts Houses that you could define yourself by.
Check out The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir or The Magnus Archives. The Locked Tomb series is science-fantasy set in the far-flung future and has necromancy. The Magnus Archives is a podcast about an institute in London that takes down statements from people who have had encounters with the paranormal.
The Locked Tomb series begins with Gideon the Ninth: Link.
The Magnus Archives can be listened to on YouTube: Link.
Your favorite part of the Harry Potter series is the wizarding war, and your favorite house is Slytherin.
Check out The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu. It’s about a necromancer who’s been resurrected. The necromancer in question is like 95% brat-turned-cool-uncle and 5% evil-necromancer.
The volumes are numbered and can be found on Amazon: Link.
There is also an adaptation entitled The Untamed that I have not watched yet, but it can be found on Netflix.
You really enjoy the social satire aspect of Harry Potter and think Hermione was right about House Elf liberation. Also, you’re okay with science fiction instead of fantasy.
Check out The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells. It’s about an enslaved cyborg finding freedom, making friends, and healing from trauma.
The first book is All Systems Red: Link.
You like Harry Potter because it’s comfort media. Life is rough, and you want a piece of media that’s engaging but gentle.
Check out the podcast Welcome to Night Vale. It’s presented as the community radio broadcast out of a small, deeply weird town in the American southwest.
You can listen to it on YouTube: Link.
If you want something in print form, there’s The Lord of the Rings: Link.
If you like movies, there’s Jupiter Ascending: Link.
Don’t hesitate to ask if you want more information (such as content warnings) for any of the above.
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There are problems with time traveling
So there are some slight issues with Danny time traveling that he has to deal with now and again. The cult he can handle they aren’t really a problem they are actually pretty useful as it gives him a safe place to crash every now and then ( not that they know he’s the eldrich horror they are worshiping) but the artwork can be an issue now and again. Sometimes it’s a good thing it shows that phantom has been around for thousands of years there’s no way he could be Fenton. But when Danny gets word that a certain artist from the 1200s was getting an exhibit well he gets a little nervous. Around that time Danny had fallen through a portal and ended up stuck in that time period and met a handsome young artist and they had a whirlwind romance until Danny’s inevitable departure. Danny posed for exactly 1 portrait and it was incredible enough so that it would be hard to pass it off. So just to be safe Danny breaks into the museum to take a look and make sure that his picture wasn’t in the collection before anything was put on display. He doesn’t transform very much in the human world anymore since after his coronation it makes him one giant beacon to magic users so when he breaks into the museum he is wearing a mask but very much in his human form. He’s made it to the back of the museum and has found exactly what he was hoping he didn’t.
He’s just about to make a call to technus to have the records cleared while he makes his getaway trip it’s the portrait when he hears a woman yell halt thief. When he turns around he sees none other than Wonder Woman herself. He looks her dead in the eye and says you have no idea how much I want to stop and fanboy because seriously you’re awesome my mom talks about you all the time but I gotta go. A little confused by the compliment Wonder Woman tells him he’s not going anywhere and proceeds to grab the covered portrait with her lasso unfortunately or rather fortunately for all involved Danny has been intensely trained by his dear ghost mom pandora and manages to grab the lasso… and then proceeds to spill his big secret.
Look Ma’am I know what this looks like but I really just don’t want my half naked portrait put on display honest I mean it’s not even technically stealing it’s my portrait injust didn’t get to take it with me but I really do love it I meant it’s awesome but no I don’t want that on display, and he just continues to ramble until he realizes what’s going on and he’s like oh shit can u just ignore all that. She looks him in the eye and says the lasso compels you to tell truth the portrait is yours however it is currently in the possession of this museum and you cannot take it. Danny turns on the puppy dog eyes full blast.
Please? I promise I can make it seem like it was never here. Diana sighs and says let me see the portrait. When she looks at it she can clearly see how much love was put into it and decides to let it pass. Danny gives her the biggest grin and opens a portal to get out of there just before he crosses through he turns back and says
See this is why you are one of Dads favorite grandchildren and then just jumps through portal and it’s no further explanation. Diana on the other hand is in shock because he just said his dad is her grandfather but her father is Zeus which would make her grandfather Kronos which would make the being she just let take a portrait a son of Kronos. She immediately contacts the league.
Yes I know Diana probably wouldn’t let any being steal an artifact just because it used to be theirs but his puppy dog eyes are really effective( he learned from cujo)
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