#don't get me wrong i'm delighted with this but its cruel

[factorialsotherfandoms]

There is nothing about Philza's kidnapping that is not cruel and petty on the Federation's behalf - Cucurucho even comes to laugh at him, literally just laugh at him. Using his kids as bait, messing with his emotions first to make him vulnerable, pretending to be Tallulah or like her, using his nest as the teleport close by, breaking into his safe room, all of those things - none of it was necessary to get him. None of it was necessary to punish him, either, and IDK 'using a father's maybe dead kids to fuck with and punish him for trying to get information about said maybe dead kids out of you' is not a good look.

#qsmp lateblogging #qsmp philza #once he gets out cellbit had better be online early soon because that man needs more headaches lol #i'm sorry cellbit but its funny #don't get me wrong i'm delighted with this but its cruel

[beautifulpersonpeach]

OMG BPP! I just heard (and counted) that there are 13 'set me free's when the song concludes!! I'm,,, what?! I mean, it must not be a coincidence, right? I'm so delulu right now, can't think straight. Oh,,,, Jimin,,,,,,,😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 P.S. Thanks for sharing your reaction with us. It's always a delight to hear your thoughts (and know that someone is definitely freaking out with me, barely alive)

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Ask 2:

From magnum ice cream to universal music Brazil... everyone be tweeting about his solo.

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Ask 3: I think the dichotomy between the autotune and his regular voice and the "fuck all your opps" being in quotes (its one of the two lines quoted in the lyrics) is meant to convey Jimin having a conversation with himself that's how I understood it and tbh that's highkey the only way to interpret it in a way that makes sense cus we not bout to switch up the meaning of an actual word just cus the internet people don't understand something

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Hi Anon(s),

Anon in ask 2, when I copy-pasted your ask the link pasted like that, I'm not sure if that works but I've linked it here too.

I went to count the "set me free" myself (because I usually check for myself whatever y'all tell me here) and by golly, you're right. There are nine 'set me free's in the chorus, four in the outro, and 13 in the final chorus + outro.

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Hate to be the party-pooper here, but I feel it's coincidence Anon. Then again, Jimin is the same person who sings "All this is not coincidence." So who knows?

Anon in ask 3, thanks for sending in your thoughts too. I agree with you and have said more or less the same thing in previous posts. Frankly I think it's obvious how autotune is used as a narrative device and stylistic choice in the song. The only people missing it are those with an interest in 'missing' it. Or people who cannot tolerate autotune in any way, shape, or form. Sucks for them though because Jimin just dropped the song of the year.

Take breaks, stay moisturized and hydrated, treat yourself to something sweet, and stream Set Me Free Pt 2.

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Aside, I feel the need to say this: I'm getting that rush again. That orgasmic, euphoric high when the tannies drop music designed to be perfectly wired to my wavelength. In terms of solo work, D2, JITB, Indigo, and On The Street all stimulated that rush in my head. I expected that from the rapline but to be honest, while I've liked a lot of Jimin's material (Black Swan, Dis-ease, Friends, Promise, Vibe, and you won't find a stronger defender of Christmas Love than my sobok sobok-loving ass), I've not experienced that rush with his music and I didn't expect to feel that rush with his material.

The minute I heard the autotune in Jimin's voice at the start of the song though, how it was used, the fact that right from the jump they make it impossible to miss or ignore, it's like something in my brain shifted. Jimin has blown out every doubt I ever had about him. He's exactly what I suspected is.

A freak.

And I feel a bit ashamed I had dimmer expectations to begin with. Don't get me wrong, I expected Jimin to bring the roof down and dominate, but I expected him to do that differently. Instead, Jimin has not just brought the roof down, he's obliterated the very ground the house was built on. He has quite literally ended k-pop in 2023. It is ended. We're all existing in the post-mortem universe of k-pop. Our dates now read B.J. and A.J. - Before Jimin and After Jimin. He has served all there is to serve by any man, woman, creature to ever exist in k-pop.

But thing is, I feel this way about Hobi most recently with his Vlive & OTS, Joon most recently in his El Pais interview & ig pics, and Yoongi most recently three minutes ago when my friend sent me this picture:

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So I've been reflecting on BTS, on the fact that it is BTS who is at the very top of this unforgiving and cruel system, a status paid for by their blood, sweat, and tears, and that to have gotten to the top all seven of them were forged through fire in the process. It's comical when people comment about how BTS lacks in this or that area, because most times, it's simply not true. All seven members are extremely remarkable people. To be in a group like BTS requires nothing less. Jimin could only shine in a group like BTS, where there are members with similar intensity but distinct and dissimilar colours. And their solo projects fully highlight the value and magic they each bring to BTS.

It hit me today that I might not survive Jungkook's solo debut.

That's what I'm really saying here.

Taehyung too is going to do something very interesting, after all he is a BTS member, so I'm expecting him to shock and awe. But today I realized that Jungkook could also debut this year, and I really had to sit down and think about if I could handle it. We know Joon and Hobi are back in the studio so we might get even more music before they enlist. And then there's Yoongi's tour right after Jimin's promotions, and what if they tour together...

Just... there's so much going on. And I'm loving it.

Chapter 2 is incredible!

#I lowkey love how almost all my anons are still losing their shit about SMF Pt 2 #I feel y'all because honestly... #same #jimin #park jimin #bts #bangtan

[hulahoopsoupgroup]

since ao3 is down, i guess i'll just post some of the shorter chapters of my WIPs here because i will go insane if i'm not able to post any of my fics for an extended amount of time 💀

"Caught in the Angel's Crosshairs" category: f/f pairing: arlecchino/columbina rating: m archive warnings: graphic depictions of violence (though not in this particular chapter) word count (for this chapter): 820

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On a day that the sun finally came out from its hiding place behind the clouds, Arlecchino and Columbina went on a walk through the stale snow that crunched and glistened like a handful of diamonds with each step.

"So, Arlecchino, tell me a bit more about yourself. We've known each other nearly a month now, but I feel as if I don't truly know you," Columbina said, looking up at the white-haired woman through her veil. The way her magenta eyes sparkled in the sunlight sent a delightful chill down Arlecchino's spine.

"I don't think there's anything truly noteworthy about me. I'm a rather boring person, I think."

"Nonsense. Let's start with your life before I so bravely rescued you from the jaws of death. You said that you ran away from home, but you never specified why."

As the words left Columbina's mouth, the two stood atop a sturdy wooden bridge overlooking a half-frozen brook. Arlecchino dusted the snow off of the railing and leaned both of her elbows on it before exhaling a cloud of hot breath.

"Well, I lived with my adoptive father. I never knew who my biological parents were. In fact, I was simply left in a marketplace as an infant one day, and a man named Pierro happened to stumble across me. He took me to his manor and raised me as his own daughter. He was your typical run-of-the-mill strict parent, and he had all of these nonsensical rules to follow. He came up with all sorts of cruel training regimens to shape me into a weapon to be wielded against both his enemies and my own." She trailed off for a moment, giving Columbina time to speak.

"Pierro…Where have I heard that name before? He's sort of an aristocrat, isn't he?"

"Of sorts. You know him?"

"I know of him. I've never met him before, though. Rumors have reached us in the forest that he's a man-child, in a way. Continue with your story."

"That's not entirely wrong. He throws tantrums whenever he doesn't get what he wants. When I was about six, he hired an assistant, Zandik, to help with some project that he was working on. I never got to know the full details, or rather, never got to hear any information more than what I could gather by pressing my ear to the door and eavesdropping. I always felt uneasy around that Zandik character. The way he would look at me would make me want to just uproot myself and run away. He didn't ever do anything until I was nearly ten, though…I'd rather not speak about what he did, but eventually, it became so unbearable that I stuffed a coat full of food and water and set out on my own through a blizzard. At that point, hypothermia was a better option than staying another night in the house that man haunted."

"Mark my words, if I ever see him, I will tear him limb from limb and keep him alive throughout the process, and I will rip his soul out and throw it down into Tartarus."

"That's a nice sentiment," Arlecchino said, smiling as she turned her head to look at Columbina, then narrowing her eyes at the figure a few yards over her shoulder whose eyes glowed like fire under the black hood it wore.

"I know," Columbina mouthed once she saw where Arlecchino's eyes stared. She calmly turned around and locked eyes with the hooded figure, who froze in his place before beginning to shake in utter terror. Arlecchino caught the briefest glimpse of a magenta glow emitting from beneath Columbina's veil. The hooded man stumbled backward until he hit a tree. Columbina began uttering the same ancient language that Rosalyne spoke only a few nights prior, and moving her hands like she were controlling a marionette. The man's arms perfectly mirrored hers, and he could do nothing but tremble in terror as he became her puppet, his arms unwillingly moving to the dagger at his belt, unsheathing it, and toying around with it before plunging it into his own stomach.

"I've never seen magic be used to make someone into your puppet," Arlecchino muttered as the man's body hit the ground, "Fascinating."

"It's quite entertaining, you know? It sure comes in handy whenever someone's trying to kill you, like just now. It can also be useful in…other settings…I think you would find great interest in reading about it. Once we decide to go back home, I'll lend you a book of spells."

The rest of their morning stroll went uninterrupted, and they spent the afternoon back at the cottage, lounging around and reading up on some spells, even practicing the ones they could (which were fairly limited, since Arlecchino had never practiced magic prior to that day). By nightfall, Arlecchino thought herself to be well on her way to becoming a well-practiced witch.

#ao3 #fanfic #wlw #arlebina #arlecchino #columbina #genshin impact

[tarnished-doll]

alright, but with so many Godricks, which one's for you? the tumblr six-armed sexyman? the horrendous graft beast? the cranky lanky failson? the miserable NUGGET?

fool you are, anonymous, to assume i can choose only one and that they all don't carve out specially suited parts in my heart/brain/dick. i love drawing and thinking about all of them a very healthy amount of times per day. anyways i'm going to be mentaly ill about all of them under the cut now

lanky failson mode godrick manages to be appealing to me despite going against my usual principles because its sort of a calm-before-the-storm. he's delicate and miserable, a pile of issues that are still raw and new for him. i can imagine he's stared down illness and death itself until he was desperate and determined enough to turn himself into a murderous, monstrous crime against humanity. he's beautiful and mean but the hope that he could have been someone better is still there under the surface, taunting you because you fucking Know its never gonna happen.

in-his-prime tumblr sexyman godrick is pretty ridiculous and ridiculous on my part to spread around because i would hate for that to be the only version of him people would rather see - but theres something incredibly charming about an extremely brief point in his life where he was the idealized version of himself, as huge and powerful and pretty as he's convinced himself he deserves to be. he's cocky and all posturing and swagger but its kind of entertaining, like you can fix him but whatever's wrong with him is way funnier. perfect to watch crash and burn because he can take a hit now so it's not so cruel as in his youth. i want to see him look in a mirror and have a mental breakdown over several different flavors of dysphoria hitting him all at once.

the horrendous graftbeast of canon is still the most fun to draw, the most delightful to pick apart and figure out - whether trying to aim as close to the reference as possible or putting my own spin on his body, which i think is more true to his character anyways. he's an awful mess, a failed rockstar, the ultimate in divorce energy, but he's gotten to that point with self-destructive enthusiasm all to make something of himself in front of a family and a realm that just doesnt fuckin care about him. he is the ultimate in i-can-fix-him technology, the culmination of years of miserable self-inflicted bullshit etched into a body he's very comfortable warping and twisting to his desires. he may be a wilted flower but the way he's decayed is so beautiful, especially juxtaposed against his young versions.

limbless kenshi nugget godrick is a little cruel to me, because people just vibe without limbs irl and i would rather respect that than draw a lot of him getting tossed around like a sack of potatoes. but theres such vulnerable tenderness that you can't get with his other versions in the idea of him being stripped down to his core, utterly dependent on the person kind enough to only peel him rather than kill him. the same sort of glimmer of hope that he could be better from when he was young is there again, but its been so long and he's done so much to ruin himself and his reputation that it would be less cruel for it to already have been snuffed out. i want to give him a bath and wrap him in warm towels and put him to bed.

[1d1195]

HIIIIII SAMMMMMMMMM HONEYYYYY💓💓💓💓💓💓

Sorry for replying so late! Anyways, from our last convo, I totally get about balance being hard, I think I try to be healthy but being very unhealthy and then I just get too worked up on being great at every aspect...that might sound condescending and narcissistic, I get it...but living in the environment I am in, nothing seems good honestly...it feels like everything I am doing is a mistake so i feel I'm only worthy if every aspect of my life is perfect. If its not grades, its health, or mental health, or my weight or face, so I am constantly trying to achieve it all, it is so exhausting being in that pessimistic place...now that i write this, maybe that is where obsession come from, because I'm so eager to escape reality, I will take any new, dopamine inducing part of my life and turn into 'my world', you know?

Also please don't ever stress about posting...tbh you not posting immediately makes me want to read your previous stuff or re-read my favsss, so even in your absence, you have been a delight.

In other news, actually no other news, I have been planning my tbr that I am going to have after exams...I really wanna read a good enemies to lovers like a crisp one but I don't wanna buy one of those corny books where they are enemies for like two chapters and one of them didn't even hate the other, nothing wrong with corny, i just need some action... people recommend the cruel prince and if i buy that it will be my first fantasy book, have you read that? What's your favourite trope besides soulmate because I know dolcezza was made from that 🤧🤧🤧 (imissthemandgarlicbread)

Geez that is long, anywayss hope you have an amazing day and incredible week and all your wishes come trueeee buh byeeeee 💞💘💝💖💗💓💕

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No I get it, I'm quite the perfectionist too about these kinds of things. If I'm not immediately good at it, I give up completely. I'm sorry you don't feel your environment is helping you thrive! That's extremely disheartening! I know you're studying to go into a medical profession--I obviously don't know a lot about it myself but I've seen a lot on TV and I hear a lot of things--I'm sure it's very common to feel the way you're feeling. I think there is an immense pressure on people in the medical field and I know you've put an immense pressure on yourself as well. I hope you figure out a good balance so you're able to enjoy the parts of learning the field that you've been studying for!

That sounds like a great book! I've never read it--had to Google it! I'm not really a fantasy kind of gal. I get a little overwhelmed with new worlds and phrases and I think if I got a good book and a got into it I would surely like it, just hasn't been the kind of thing I would pick up myself these days. The only enemies to lovers book I read recently was about Christmas and now I don’t even remember the name of it lol but it probably wasn’t real enemies like you were saying. On that same thread regarding a good enemies to lovers: I feel like you just described Zipper 😉 they were like enemies* but not really hehehehe

My favorite trope, oh Lord. I really don't know! Definitely a soulmate girly as you pointed out (I miss my garlic bread couple too). There's so many. Let me Google.

Probs these ones HAHAHAHAHA only one bingo, though so I’m not too dramatic I guess. But let me tell you how fast I fold for a “who did this you” or “hates everyone but you”

I'm just a sucker for any basic rom-com structure.

Don’t ever say sorry for the long messages. I love it!

Hope you have a magical weekend! 💕

Xoxo

[boku-no-anime-phase]

Gender in Tomo-chan is a Girl!: a BNAP ramble/review(?)

Spoilers for the show... Obviously.

To be honest, I watched this show because I desperately wanted it to have a fulfilling queer reading. I'm a genderqueer person, often labeled a "tomboy", and I'm married to a man. There's a shocking lack of love stories about a complete tomboy and a man, where the tomboy doesn't have to change themself to be more feminine in order to get their love interest's attention. I really hoped this show would defy that trend and show us a boy falling in love with a gloriously boyish girl.

Other people might have different opinions, but in that sense I really felt like this show fell on its face.

The relationship the show has with Tomo's gender is fraught from the very beginning. She's very tomboyish, with boyish mannerisms and hobbies and a warm alto voice. Overall she is a delight as a character and seems happy with herself. The ONLY reason she seems to want to be "seen as a girl" is to get the attention of her love interest - Jun, a childhood friend who only sees her as a bro.

A show with more guts might have taken on the challenge of answering questions like, "what does getting your crush's attention look like without compromising who you are?" And "do you have to conform to gendered ideals in order to be noticed romantically?" But.... This show kind of dances past those questions without answering them.

Of course, given my own identity, I'm biased to read this as "Tomo doesn't actually care about being seen as a girl, she just wants to get Jun's attention," but even putting my reading aside, there are issues. The people around Tomo constantly invalidate her for who she says she is - a girl. Despite using feminine pronouns and repeatedly insisting that she is, in fact, a girl and wants to be seen as one, her friends and acquaintances call her a boy/man and say she has no femininity to speak of. That seems pretty cruel and, again reflecting on my own experience, even though I've had the opposite experience (people insisting I'm more feminine than I am), it sucked to watch because I've been there! And it doesn't feel good when others invalidate your gender, especially when you've explicitly communicated your feelings to them.

Now, disclaimer, I watched this show when it first aired and haven't been back to it since. My memory is fuzzy. What I do remember is being unsatisfied with the resolution. Even though everything "works out" and Jun admits to liking her "as she is", it feels like she did ultimately get his attention by trying to act like someone she's not. Or by showing off her... ahem... Assets. Which.... 😬 I probably don't need to explain why I don't feel good about that.

Additionally, the final episode being the old misogynistic classic, "fight for the right to date the girl," despite not being the most egregious version I've ever seen, still rubbed me wrong.

And on top of all of that, the show's canon queer character (Misuzu!) also doesn't really get a particularly satisfying arc either. Again, it's ok if you disagree with me, but I'm kind of tired of "queer character magnanimously helps her crush get with a guy" in media. Like, come on. It's 2023.

Overall, despite the things I liked about the show (Tomo as a person, Misuzu, the relationships between the 3 main girls), I was pretty disappointed with it. I love that gay and lesbian romances are becoming more popular, but there's room for much more queer and queer-resonant media even outside of that, when you start getting into gender. What could be more romantic than someone seeing you as you actually are and falling in love with you for it, despite not having normal gender roles as a blueprint? The possibilities are endless and I'm hungry for them. Unfortunately, for me, this show really didn't deliver.

#tomo chan is a girl! #tomo chan wa onnanoko #queer anime #queer anime analysis #anime review #bnap anime review #bnap rants

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 61

Long Distance Call/Smith and Jones

"Long Distance Call"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Yeah. Because I wouldn't be driven by the guilt of cheating on my wife to do that.

Is it bad that I can't wait for Dean to die because at least then we can move on to their NEXT season-long argument?? I'm tired of the "we need to get you out of your deal" "we can't do that"

THAT'S where you're wrong, Dean. There IS someone who can (and will) save you. He'll grip you tight and raise you from perdition. You...you do still need to actually, literally go to hell, though

I always love the "I already went over this with the other detectives" that they get. But they always comply anyway...

Okay. I...jumped the gun on cheating. I was a dead ex calling the guy from the opening

I miss when the Ohio plates looked like that...they're ugly af now

Noooo...like, I knew it was coming. I read it in the episode description, but to hear John call Dean?

Thomas Edison's spirit phone is potentially connected to this?

OMG AOL INSTANT MESSENGER??? This ghost or demon is so cruel. Fuck. I hate how it's preying on people's grief

It's at least a new facet of the same argument from the whole season. Dean believing so much in John that he's not even questioning anything that's being told to him, even while he knows there's this whole ghost/demon thing going on....

No no no, don't go after the KID!! DON'T GO AFTER THE LITTLE BROTHER!!

Yeah, the moment they suspected Stewie, I knew it was the other guy from the phone company.

It really is funny how most Supernatural monsters are just some guy with some minimal body horror going on. Like, sure this guy has fangs...sometimes and can unhinge his jaw, but he's literally just human otherwise

Look. Look. I know you're waxing poetic about how scared and desperate you actually are at this moment, Dean, but it's not a terrible thing for Sam to say that he's also going to try his damndest to try to get you out of your deal. That's what he's been doing this ENTIRE season (when he wasn't letting it through the cracks that he's not ENTIRELY Sam, but that's a problem for another season, I'm sure) Neither of you have been much for really expressing your feelings with words..."and me" is not that bad.

"Been On My Mind...": Preemptively saying no.

"Smith and Jones"

Marthaaaaaaaaa!! ❤️ I remember when I was first getting into Doctor Who, there was a lot of talk about how she was the least popular or least liked of the Doctor’s companions. Don’t remember if it was being stated as a fact or if it was an indictment of the fandom at the time, BUT whenever I hear of a female character getting that kind of treatment, I’m always determined to love her. The fandom-disparaged-female-character may not always be my number one favorite, but she’ll always be loved by me

I know this is one of the “weird shit is going on” shows but a lot of weird shit is going on in this episode. Between the Doctor getting admitted to the hospital, the guys in motorcycle helmets, the static electricity…

The rain going up was a lot more convincing and obvious here than it was in spn

Amazing. What is keeping the electricity running in this hospital that is now ON THE MOON

Are 21st birthdays a big deal in England?? I get why they are here in the US, but that’s not their legal drinking age last I checked

Fuck. I really do like Martha. I like that she already has some experience with everything that’s out there, experienced the grief of losing someone to one of the many alien invasions Earth’s had recently, but she still has a positive and curious outlook for the predicament they’re in. She’s amazed to be a part of it but not surprised by its very existence

Ok. I remember the judoon but wtf is up with this lady who had the salt deficiency???

Ok they must be looking for the Doctor, but WHY…oh. Not the Doctor. The old lady who needed the blood of that old doctor. Sure

The explanations in this show are delightful. You can turn up the radiation in some hospital machine by 5000% but it’s okay for Martha to walk into the room seconds later because the Doctor absorbed it all?? Sure. Why not. The Doctor and Gojo could have a lot to talk about. I classify them both as having the power to Just DO That

God…fuck. He treats her so poorly. Kisses her to give her just a trace of non-human dna so the judoon would have to do a full scan to determine if she’s actually human JUST TO BUY TIME. Put her whole ass life in danger

This episode really said the police are useless and only exist to enact violence

Omg Mr Saxon…the first mention…my second favorite is on his way

The effect Donna already has had on him. She had to drag out any details about Rose, and now he’s telling Martha about her without much prompting. Not SUPER openly but still better than last time

Number of Episodes Since the Doctor Last (At Least) Attempted Genocide: 1

Number of Episodes Since the Doctor’s Last Attempted Genocide: 1

Number of Episodes Since the Doctor's Last Potential Genocide:

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

[scorpionwins]

I don't write hate sex jugpea. Just not my jam.

Angry, possessive sex however...

Look. At the end of the day, Sweet Pea loves the Southside; With all its ugly and tough and murder of innocence, - he has pride in it. It's a rough place that breeds rough people and not everyone has the teeth or fists for it but HE does and he's proud.

A northside boy having his heart in his pocket doesn't change that.

But it's dangerous; Darkness chuckles and hisses and just waits for its next meal, wondering around cluelessly, ignorant to the fact they're about to be clawed and cut open and devoured whole.

So why, why the FUCK, did his innocent, sweet little thing of a boyfriend had to get his cute ass down there?

With his round glasses, pretty, thick lashed sky-blue eyes huge, and soft green sweater riding past his hands, and his handmade beanie hiding the fluffiest Disney prince hair, and his brilliant sunshine smile, chatting up his serpents at the White Wyrm?

Jughead is holding a cup of God knows what, - and Sweet Pea PROMISES, when he finds what idiot offered it to his tiny menace, they'll eat through a straw, - and he's looking around whilst chatting with some guys and girls, amongst them Toni and Fangs, the traitors.

He almost forgets the anger bubbling, - because Sweet Pea told him, begged him, to never ever step foot in the park without him or FP or literally anyone to watch his back because he'll get hurt and Sweet Pea gets sick at the thought of his precious boy being hurt, - when Juggie sees him and breaks in a bubbly smile.

" Pea! Pea I'm here! Ah, - sorry, sorry excuse me I have to, - that's my boyfriend! "

Poor boy. He probably didn't expect to be swarmed like that, probed and poked and teased like some kind of circus pet. Serpents aren't cruel, but they take delight in watching others squirm. Especially soft , red cheeked northsiders.

But it comes crushing back, hits him all at once, when some hand tugs Jughead back, - not at all disturbed by the ferocious scowl on Sweet Pea's face at all, - from coming to him and jumping in his arms where it's safe and he's protected.

He has a bad temper; He's been working on it ever since Alice communicated with no small glare that Jughead, her husband's son and Sweet Pea's king, does not do well with anger.

Ever since they started dating she's been looking for a reason to boot him, and Sweet Pea won't step wrong.

But tonight, he does.

Tonight he forgets all about Toni's breathing exercises and happy places (which, for him, has always been Jug behind him while riding on a road, piercing through the wind and in a place only they know)

And the fact that he's a 6'5 wall of muscle and strength and that's not fair entirely, and smashes his ring covered fist into that prick's face.

Sweet Pea is territorial; His heart is soft but his teeth are sharp and eager to mark who chose to be his. It's a handicap and a strength in one, with a scathing, petty jealous streak to match. But it's not about that, - not this time.

This fucker touched his boy without permission and he KNOWS Jughead doesn't take shit from anyone, but the poor boy is shy and endearingly anxious.

Not a coward, - Sweet Pea wouldn't take two looks at him if he was, prettiest human in the world or not, - but nervous and emotional and too quick to forgive intentional hurt. That's why he had Sweet Pea to handle it for him.

" SWEET PEA!"

" Shut the fuck up, " He seeths, arm hooked around Jughead’s knees, boosting the smaller boy on his shoulder and marching right out of there, consequences and calls for his name forgotten. " Why in the fuck are you here, Jughead?! I told I'd come pick you up in an hour!"

Normally, he's a bitch for Juggie's deer in the headlights, innocent blinking look; It's delicious and exciting and sends thrilling shivers of power down his spine, but now it just infurariates him. " But, - I missed you? I wanted to see you and surprise you, "

" Oh, you surprised me, - I'm actually, genuinely SHOCKED no one shanked you for your wallet yet; Or tried to get you drunk, or pestered you about favours to FP, or made you cry, - so YES, Jughead, you surprised me. Plenty."

That little pout. It'll destroy Sweet Pea one day, he's sure. " Don't talk to me like that! You know I don't like it! I just wanted to, - to come see you and meet your friends. Why are you being like this?"

" Because this is no place for you, - you're too, too YOU," He should've worded it better. Please, please understand me. You were made for soft, sweet, gentle things, and my world isn't like that. I can't stand to see you hurt. I love you. But he's not a man of words. Jughead handles that.

As soon as he sees the cut look in those pretty, jewel shiny irises, he knows he messed up; But his sunshine is a scrappy little thing. Sugary kisses and venomous anger.

" Oh. Oh, I understand. You're ashamed of me."

" That's not, - what? You're not making any goddam sense."

" I want to go home. Take me home, so I won't embarrass you in front of anyone, more than I already did, because that's what you think, right?!"

" Oh, don't be a brat, " His trailer has filmsy walls and Sweet Pea doesn't need the whole trailer park knowing their business. " And keep your voice down, I don't want anyone to,-"

" To know I'm here! I know, because, - I'm just your stupid boyfriend, who missed you like crazy because you were off the grid for 3 days doing, - doing who the hell knows what illegal stuff!"

" Hey, you knew I was a serpent; You knew that, when we made out at the drive in, remember that? You knew I was a serpent when you rode my dick on my motorcycle, -"

" Stop!" His boy is a blushing red mess, matching shades with that glossy cherry lip gloss that makes Sweet Pea want to kiss him until they're both blue in the face. Pushing at his huge frame, he seethes, he punches, dog tags around his neck jiggling. " Fucking, - I'm DONE."

Sweet Pea comes to a screeching halt, long fingers hooking around Jughead’s wrists, thin and delicate. " Say that again."

" I'm DONE. If my boyfriend doesn't want to see me I'll- I'll find one who WILL,- MMPH!" He makes the sweetest, prettiest little sound Sweet Pea's ever heard, a whine and a gasp and a moan behind his lips.

This kiss is agreesive; Teeth, tongue, growls and hissing from one side, whimpers and whines and submissive begging from the other.

Sweet Pea won't be such a sweetheart tonight, and Jughead only has himself to blame for that.

" Don't talk unless talked to," he commands, a breathless, angry, lust filled thing, big fingers screwed in Juggie's jaw, who's an uncomfortable shade of red right now, looking at him with adoring, faded, wet eyes.

" You fucking hear me? Unless it's to tell me stop, I don't want to hear shit. You talk after I pound those stupid ideas right out of your pretty little brain.

You wanted my attention? You got it, babe. You can have all the attention you want. Because you're mine.

You're all fucking mine."

#AHA filth hours #nsft #jughead jones #jughead #sweet pea #northsider jughead #riverdale #jugpea #swughead #jughead x sweet pea #fp jones #toni topaz #fangs fogarty #southside serpents #ideas #drabble #writing #my writing #jordan connor #text #text post

[mythicamagic]

@royaltrashpanda

Prompt: a kiss on the hipbone.

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Inukimi proved to be an enigmatic creature. Poised and calculating one moment and then giggling with mirth the next, a flair to her dramatics. Kagome had spent enough time with con artists to know that these amiable moments meant to put her at ease were a thinly veiled attempt to get the miko to slip up and reveal something.

Kagome just wasn't sure what her goal was.

Sesshoumaru's knee brushed hers, sitting beside her and nursing a cup of saké. She'd declined the offer of alcohol, the mere idea of it making her stomach churn. He didn't talk much in the presence of his mother, which didn't seem to bother the demoness.

"You really must tell me about your funny garments," Inukimi was smiling, sitting across from them at a low table within a lavish sitting room. "I have never seen such strange material. You will make some for me."

Kagome bristled, about to open her mouth in protest- before noticing that the command wasn't intended for her. The brown-haired woman sitting not too far away near the door bowed.

Blue eyes slid back to Inukimi, who appeared perpetually amused by everyone around her. She frowned, "your servant's hand is badly burned. She should be allowed to tend to her wounds."

Inukimi fanned herself without a flutter of offence or reaction, spun silver hair caressing her perfect porcelain features. "What a bleeding heart you have. I find it interesting that you should accept my son's courtship, considering his own penchant for cruelty. It doesn't mesh too well with a miko's values, now does it?"

Sesshoumaru tensed beside her, staring a little too intently at the clear beverage in his cup. Kagome lay a hand over his knee. Inukimi missed none of this exchange.

"Maybe if Sesshoumaru was listing what he was good at, he'd talk about how he could slaughter hundreds or perform amazing feats of power, sure. But that doesn't mean he lacks kindness," Kagome said clearly. "It just means that he'd rather not reveal that side of himself to people who don't know him well enough."

Golden eyes flashed. Lean shoulders shook- Inukimi bursting into loud, elegant laughter, hiding her lips behind the fall of her sleeve. She glanced at Sesshoumaru, "ah I am so pleased you picked a spirited one. I half feared you'd choose a meek little thing like your father just because the softness was a novelty."

He snorted, sipping the saké. "Ridiculous," he uttered. "She is strong," Sesshoumaru looked at Kagome, pride barely concealed in his gaze. "And soft. But it is not a novelty to this one."

Inukimi seemed a little confused, sliding her attention back and forth between them. She then hummed and set her fan down in favour of sliding a long ornate pipe out from the heavy folds of her kimono. Lighting it, she took a drag, and Kagome was suddenly transported back to that fateful rainy night. She blushed and glanced away. In a lot of ways, Sesshoumaru seemed to take after his mother.

"So has he kissed your forehead yet?" Inukimi smiled, as though hoping to catch her off guard. "It means deep devotion, essentially saying 'I cherish you.' Oh my, Sesshoumaru. I hope I did not just spill something embarrassing~"

"Actually he has. And explained what it meant," Kagome gave a sweet smile.

Inukimi pouted, "well that's no fun."

Rising, the miko decided the suffering servant bothered her enough to excuse herself. Before she could take a step away though, an arm reached up to curve around her waist. Lips pressed to the curve of her hip, Sesshoumaru looking up at her through pale lashes. Kagome blinked and smiled, patting his arm.

"I won't be long," she murmured in assurance.

He nodded and released her. Inukimi's eyes were wide with shock, the pipe slack in her hold.

Despite the brown inuyoukai having attacked her, Kagome crossed the length of the room and urged her to rise, taking the woman out of the room with the intention of getting her wounded hand tended to.

Laughing a cloud of smoke, Inukimi glanced at her son. "I cannot believe she snubbed me for a servant," she sniffed, voice becoming amused. "I like her."

"This one does not care for your approval."

She sighed, "still childishly referring to yourself in the third person, son?"

"Still unpleasant and vain, mother?"

They stared at each other, soon sharing a sharp-toothed smile. Sesshoumaru took out his own pipe, which Inukimi lit for him, the room soon becoming thick with smoke as they talked.

---

After attending to the servant- who kept protesting and insisting a Lady should not look after a faithful servant- Kagome found herself a little lost within the Western Stronghold. She took a few wrong turns, trying to navigate by what she could see out of the elegant windows- which only resulted in getting more lost.

Dazed and disorientated, sweat beaded on Kagome's brow. All the servants seemed to have vanished. Which wing was she even in?

Losing her footing, she tripped and squeaked, bracing herself for impact.

An arm wound tight around her waist- halting her swift descent to the hardwood floors. Kagome breathed out with relief, turning her head with words of thanks intended for Sesshoumaru on her tongue.

Inukimi looked down at her, pipe jutting out from the corner of her mouth. She arched a delicate brow, helping to right the miko.

"T-thank you," Kagome blushed.

"Hm, no matter," the demoness swept her gaze over the miko, lingering in a particular area as she removed the pipe and exhaled like a dragon. "You should be more careful though, little one. Especially considering your condition. I should like my grandchild to be kept safe in there."

The world, which had been naturally turning on its axis- ground to a halt- flinging Kagome from the earth.

Her mouth dried up, blue eyes flying wide. Kagome's breath hitched as her mind screamed internally. "W-what?" she squeaked, suddenly backtracking. "O-oh! No, no- you're mistaken. Just because I didn't have any alcohol, it doesn't mean I'm covering up a pregnancy. We've both been very careful with drinking contraceptive tea, and I've taken pills. There's no way that could happen," she giggled thinly.

The vicious amusement that Inukimi had longed for all afternoon now lit up her beautiful, cruel features with strong delight. Golden eyes brightened into gleaming suns, ruby lips spreading wide.

Kagome's stomach dropped with dread.

"How adorable," Inukimi brushed lithe fingers over her mouth to partially hide her painfully large smirk. "But no, no- you are mistaken, little miko. This is not some pitiful guesswork on my part. A mother always knows. You are most assuredly with child, I can smell it in your scent," her tone rolled into a playfully dark thing, revelling in Kagome's shock.

"Congratulations~"

#Sesskag #sesshoumaru x kagome #Inukimi #Prompts

[bored-storyteller]

Hi dear Anon, I'm really glad you like Ruven. I can tell you anything you want about him.

In the meantime, I hope this gets you to know him a little more 🌸

62- Original Character, Ruven Nightclock x Reader

From the prompt list

3- “What would you do if I didn’t come back?”

The sweet, spicy scent of tea fills the warm room full of books and artifacts, the fire in the fireplace crackles with reassuring warmth and you bask in its warmth. A golden dragon the size of two apples sleeps curled up on your lap as the rain outside scurries over the copper tiles and gutters.

A terrible day, it seems, but it's somehow magical to be stuck in that dimly lit studio.

Everything would be perfect, were it not for Ruven's gaze, which too often turns to the thunderous downpour of the water outside, or to the leaping flames of the fireplace.

You know him well enough by now to understand when his mind was elsewhere, when he wandered into his worries without finding relief, but you are never allowed to understand what is tormenting him.

"Doctor?"

Your questioning whisper makes you gain sight of his beautiful iris, red like ripe strawberries, and that painful white sclera of his diseased eye.

A faint smile appears on his lips as delicate, sweet and friendly as he is.

"Forgive me ..." His hand rests on the back of the sofa where you are sitting "I'm really rude, did you get very wet coming here?"

As delicate as a mother's caress, his fingers touch your forehead to check your temperature; an affectionate gesture that implies the professional nature of him, but you wonder if really all the doctors in the world behave as he does.

"I'm fine, doctor, no need to worry."

It's embarrassing, you think.

He chuckles and moves to sit in the chair next to you. In front of you, the hot cups cause illusions of steam to rise and vanish into the air and the scent of sweets and snacks invades the nostrils of both of you.

"Call me by my name ..." he murmurs softly to you. It is not a request, yet not even an order, it would almost seem like a prayer from his warm voice.

He would, he would really like to show you his demons. He would like to let you know how worried he is about the smell of those delights on the shiny wooden table that whet his appetite more than they should, or how much he is worried about the exhaustion that grips him in the last few days, the constant sleepiness, or the sense of smell that it becomes more sensitive to odors.

They are symptoms. The symptoms of those moments or those hours in which he does not know what happens, he does not know what he does or what he sees, those moments or those hours of which his memory does not record any memory.

He would like to talk about it with you, but if he did, he would have to admit to himself that it's all true, that there is something wrong with him, that he is doing something wrong.

"Doctor." Your voice still rouses him. He is doing it again, he is closing in on himself again.

"The name ..." He whispers to you with a faint smile, and you curl up a little on your shoulders.

"Ruven ..." His name escapes from your sweet and gentle lips, you are not used to pronouncing it, yet you cannot help but put all your affection into it.

"I like how you say it ..." He lets you know with a sweet smile as he brings the cup of tea to his lips.

You can not help but smile at him in turn, while you feel the dragon on your legs move to settle down better. He is so comfortable with you, you have happened a few times to take care of him when his owner was on a journey a little longer, even if those two are unlikely to ever separate.

Between you and the doctor there is now a deep-rooted mutual trust, although you insist on maintaining that veil of formality towards his professional figure. Yet that trust doesn't seem to be enough.

"What would you do if I didn't come back?"

Now it is he who awakens you from yourself, and when your eyes dart on his face he is not looking at you, his still visible eye stares absently at the nuances of steam that rise silently.

You expect him to withdraw what he said, to tell you it was a question asked without thinking and to forget it, but then you remember who he is, and you know he will never withdraw a question. He needs to have answers to live, and then even more new questions.

"Why do you ask me that?" You ask in an uncertain voice. You haven't really focused his words, you haven't processed them in your mind. To be honest you don't want to do it.

He does not hesitate to look at you, that sweet and sad smile of his perennially imprinted on his clear face: "I might ... I might not come back one day."

You never heard his voice tremble. He is always so calm and confident in what he says and what he does, but he actually never talked about himself.

You know that he often leaves and goes where no one can reach him. He never told you, but you know it. And despite this he always came back, a few days were enough and then he always reappeared in his study, kind and smiling.

You never paused to think what would have happened if he hadn't come back, perhaps because somehow that was never what scared you.

As you search for an answer, your gaze inevitably lingers on the right side of his face, on that unhealthy eye of his and on his livid skin, so dissonant with the delicacy of his expression.

His hand instantly covers that wound, or disease, and you sigh as you look away.

You both know that whatever it is, it will be the one that will separate you forever someday. But he is too selfish to admit it.

"I'm fine ..." is what he always tells you.

"This is a lie." That's what you always answer him, and you never take a step beyond this.

"Why do you ask me that?" You ask him again, almost as if you want to press him, because Ruven always asks so many questions but he never says anything of what he thinks.

His gaze still escapes you, but he continues to smile warmly. He does it for you, and you know it. He does it to protect and reassure you, it is in his nature.

"Do you think I am important to something in this world?" His eyes close, as if it's his only way of hiding. "It's cruel of me, but I'd be happy to know I… really matter to someone."

For a few moments between you there is only silence and the impetuous roar of rain against the windows. Not even the little dragon dares to make a sound.

Your eyes can't get away from his profile, illuminated by the flickering light, and his gaze doesn't seem to have the courage to look at you.

Ruven has never been an insecure man, you have never seen him falter, you have never seen him lose his calm or stability, yet now, suddenly, it almost seems to you that he there, sitting in his burgundy armchair, is incredibly ... lonely. He is alone, with a weight and a guilt on his shoulders that no one can understand, not even him.

"Don’t go." That's all you can tell him as you reach out to him, to reach him "We need you, don't go away."

It is not to reassure him, it is not to support him. It is you who are begging him to support you, not to leave you alone, to hold your hand whatever happens.

And you know that's what he needs. He needs a hand to grasp, a hand to hold and to take care of.

He smiles at you softly, while his palm welcomes your fingers - his hand is cold, you think.

Maybe he wants to tell you something, but he doesn't, and he lets the silence settle slowly, like a protective blanket, as his lips rest on the back of your hand.

#my ocs #ocs #original work #Ruven Nightclock #request #light angst #anon request #oc x reader

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme Lines from "AHS: Coven" Episode 12: "Go To Hell"

Your highest honor comes at the greatest price.

Death is not uncommon. And danger inescapable.

I don't even need to read your mind to know what you're doing.

Poor, sweet, dumb, paranoid girl.

The awful truth is I am tired.

I want to know what happened.

She's probably off in some unholy nether realm.

He's a deity. Show some respect.

Respect is something that is definitely lacking around here.

You will show me respect!

You look like shit.

I can't believe you did that to yourself.

Whoa! That was cool!

I did transmutation.

I didn't even have to think about it. It just happened.

Our powers always spike in times of crisis. This is one of those times.

You into girls now?

What are you afraid I might see?

Nothing stays a secret for very long in this house

It will come to light whether you want it to or not.

I don't have any secrets.

I'm the queen-- I will rise again!

My people gonna come for you. Rip you apart.

Give me the box of chicken. Today, please.

I'm going on break, okay?

This was the worst time of your life. Waiting on people who treated you like the piece of trash you thought you were. No power. No respect. And no future that you could see.

Your hell's on Earth.

Don't make me put you in the fryer.

Everybody got to pay in the end.

Wait! I'm not done with you!

Unless you want to stay here forever, you better hurry and get back.

Time moves differently in here.

I'm talking to you, bitch!

You made it back. I'm impressed.

Now that I've proven my power, you're gonna give me some answers.

You remember how you told me you were gonna cut me up in little pieces and plant me all over the place? I thought that was a honey of an idea.

There's got to be a way to kill her.

More marshmallows.

Well, she's not gonna be doing anything while she's chopped into 50 pieces and those pieces are scattered all over the city.

You are one crafty witch.

When do we get to see the attic torture chamber?

These wild tales of barbarity you've heard are nothing more than lies invented by her many enemies.

What a total rip-off.

How did you find me?

A dog returns to its vomit.

I see you finally got that makeover.

I'm here to set the record straight.

She even looks like a monster.

Many times while there were extravagant parties going on just below, the sounds of music and revelry drowning out the cries of torment.

You don't believe it?

It beggars all belief.

The information you've been feeding these people? It's inaccurate.

I want my money back.

Do not touch the display items!

You will never be able to pay for your crimes.

It's your only chance for redemption.

Agree to be publicly humiliated-- all is forgiven.

All anybody has to do nowadays is shed some tears, say some words

It's called repentance.

Oh, repentance my ass.

You think a man jack among them was well and truly sorry? Not a one. Sorry they got caught is all.

Y'all nothing but a pack of sniveling hypocrites, as far as I can see.

I won't profess to be sorry, 'cause I'm not.

I was getting to you before. I know it.

You made me weep.

I wept for the state of this world.

A world of lies. A world that makes promise it cannot keep.

I don't want to die.

I want my portrait hung just there.

What are you doing back there?

Do you need a break?

I probably have two weeks left on Earth.

Maybe we could be kind to one another for a change, huh?

Did you really think self-mutilation would restore your power?

You cannot lose your power. You never will. It's inside of you.

As much as I'd like to, I cannot take credit for that. It's all you.

You're saying good-bye?

A man shouldn't be disturbed when he's playing with his instrument.

You don't have your mother's features.

Oh, you know who I am?

We spent quite an evening together.

She can't love anyone but herself.

I saw everything. Everything.

Unzip me.

Whatever fantasy you have about who she is and what you are to her, it's all bullshit.

She used you. All she does is use people.

I don't suspect you have a passport ready.

You feel that? That empty heartbroken feeling?

When the rest of the world sees a wall, we see a window.

Is she alive?

She's not breathing.

That's deadly nightshade you're about to ingest through your nostrils. I wouldn't sniff around unless you're looking for a bout of delirium.

Where is everybody?

Who would have been cruel enough to commit such an atrocity?

I heard people die after three days without water.

Please tell me this is a hallucination driven by my bouquet of Atropa belladonna.

You were supposed to spend your days in romantic splendor with your true love.

You're just like Halston when he sold his brand to J.C. Penney. You've forsaken your destiny.

You bit it off.

Hey, you're in my spot!

I want to sleep!

We're leaving.

You, don't talk to me!

Is that why you came back, because you can't handle him?

You bitch.

You thought I was some dumb swamp rat you could leave behind to die?

Stop these vulgar fisticuffs at once.

It's beneath us.

I don't want to waste my magic on you.

You hit like a girl!

This is awesome!

You! You must pay for what you've done!

Wow, did you walk into the wrong house.

Who the hell is this guy?

I thought you banished his soul to the appropriate nether realms?

I'll kill all of you!

Is that blood?

How could you do this to me?

I don't remember the last time I was here when there wasn't music playing.

You pack your wader boots?

I don't like catfish. I loathe all bottom-feeders.

She's pretty, but she doesn't have your cheekbones.

I imagine she wanted me to do her dirty work for her.

We had a deal. It wasn't on paper, it wasn't stamped by a notary, but we had a deal!

You have been the most delightful distraction. A life preserver. But I'm gonna be on dry land soon.

Can't you at least pretend? Just, just humor me for a while?

I guess I loved you.

Although I really don't know anything about love, if I'm gonna be honest. But you were the sweetest of lovers. The best I've ever had. And I'll miss that.

Let go of me!

I know you love me!

Christ, I was sick!

I just needed to feel something.

I made you die those little deaths for the first time in your sorry life. I made you sing when you had no tunes left in you.

What you're doing is a crime against humanity.

Well, I've never been one for love, true or otherwise.

Does anyone feel any different?

Where's the body?

Somebody's got to kill this creep.

Is that really necessary?

I'll kill him.

We really don't need a man to protect us.

I know I mistreated you in the past but there's no greater pain than being this close and not, not being able to reach you. And to comfort you.

Oh, I'm consumed with regret.

Why are they doing this to us?

Please, I'm so thirsty.

Please have mercy.

Are you hungry, too?

I'll slice off one of your mama's fingers and feed it to you!

Yes, I have sinned.

I gave no quarter.

Have mercy on my soul!

I don't want to do this!

You will do as you are tasked.

Who is this man?

What is this place?

You have been granted your sweet release from the world of the mortal.

Welcome to hell.

I can't die!

We have a contract!

No one gets away with sin.

Everybody suffers.

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #ahs #ahs coven

[thiscrazyfan]

Her Shadow

Pretty early she realize that she is never alone. There might be no living person around her, and still she feels eyes on her back all day. This feeling never let go of her. It makes her paranoid.

Her mind wonders, how to make it stop? She can't think of any answer. You can't make something disappear. Not unless you know exactly what you looking after. In Neverland, the island of pure imagination, it could be everything.

She never tells it to the lost boys. The last thing she wanted to look in those cruel creatures eyes is vulnerable. Instead she keeps her emotions lock inside, driving her insane slowly.

She jumps from the slightest noise, always look around her shoulder. There is always a glimpse of sight that she caught, and it always gone second later. This sort of things she never had to deal with when she was with her family in London.

Tink notice one day and asks her what happened. Wendy smiles and pretend that she has no idea what the fairy meant by it.

"I sneezed and you almost fainted."

"Well- may you excuse me, you just sneeze awfully loudly."

Tink tried again, but the young lady avoid her question. She consider Tink as her only friend in this island for abandon boys, and when the fairy was around all that Wendy wanted to talk with her about were happy stuff.

It's still scares her. Those emotions not letting her go. At some point she even scared from her own heart beating.

Pan notice eventually. Of course he did. When their little chase game is over and he pulled her by her hair to drag her back to the camp, he asks her- his tone is flat, as if he couldn't care less- why does she always look like she was about to snap.

She can't lie to him. No one can lie to him and get out of it. "Someone is watching at me even when I'm alone."

He stops walking, and Wendy take this opportunity to free her hair from his grip. His expression is not as amuse as she thought it will be. He is actually more tense. "Are you sure?"

"No. I mean yes. Well... I could be wrong."

"Darling, are you sure or not? It's not a complicated question."

She brush her sweaty palms on the sides of her nightgown. "There is a shadow. If I look fast enough I can see it."

Pan take in this knowledge. He says nothing, and much to her delight he let her walk two steps before him all the way back.

When the pale sun shine in the middle of the dark skies he pulls her out of her cage and let her stretch out. He lets her a few minutes to adjust before his low patient runs out and he takes her hand in his. "Come with me."

He takes her to his tree. The tree where he stays when he wants to be alone. Pan helps her climb up to the top and gesture for her to look down. "Watch."

Wendy looks down, and gasps. On the land it is her shadow, yet it's not like the shadow she had in London. It's much more expressive, it looks back to her, and even without facial expressions or features she knows this black figure is alive.

Pan looks pleased. He touch her gently. His own shadow touching Wendy's shadow as well. "She came to life faster than I thought. Isn't it nice, Wendy- bird? It's like always have a friend by your side."

She covers her mouth with her hand. He kissing gently her temple, just like she had taught him to do. Her lower lip shake. "How?"

"You don't like it? I can take your shadow away, if you want."

She knows instantly that her shadow is afraid of it, of what Pan might do to it. "Please don't," she adds quickly.

He smirks at her. There where times she believed that his smile was childish and full of boyhood excitement, those days are long gone. "I knew you'll like her once you two come face to face."

She knows already that it is a really bad idea to show Pan when things are creeping her out. He might enjoy her fear at use it for his own purpose, or worse- to kill and destroy the things that horrified her. So she pretend that she is alright, and he is satisfying because he thinks that once again he succeeded to impress her. She is not telling him that now she is more sacred than before. A pirate, an indian, a fairy or even another lost boy could be killed, the very least to get expelled. But how can anyone get rid of its own shadow?

#peter pan #wendy darling #dark fairytale #twisted fairy tales #darling pan #dark fanfic #dark fanfiction #fanfiction #shadow #stalking mention #fairy tale retelling #modern fairytale

[tracle0]

hey hello hi SO here's the deal I legit adore all your bird facts and your tag rambles n whenever I see them I'm like "!!!!!!" so I wanted to ask you a Bird Question so I get to hear more rambles but I don't know enough about birds to ask anything that sounds smart SO if this is not a weird request maybe could I please have some words about... 1) a Weird Bird, 2) a Cool Bird and 3) a bird you would most like to be bros with. sorry if this is a super weird ask ahaha ok cya later have a good day

HI HELLO you actually read those??? omg that very much makes me v happy to hear I just like to throw up knowledge into the tags and then assume no-one is gonna ever observe it. 

Wowza. Secret fan right here :D

Okay okay birds. Biiiirds. I gotchya man. Lots of my college project has been looking into birds. I know birds. 

However, I do live in England where there aren’t many weird birds. Our birds are kinda tame. I guess the tiny birds are kinda weird. I’ll give you some tiny bird facts. 

European robins are very shy little birds, very wary and cautious around people in most of Europe. Here is one of them;

Little fat lad. In most of Europe, v shy. However! In England, they are super bold. Very daring. Very commonly seen in gardens and allotments, waiting for gardeners to finish digging at a patch to go rummaging for bugs and other things they can eat. This is because in England, it’s considered bad luck to kill robins (don’t ask why I couldn’t find out) so they’re v safe here. 

They were called Robin Red Breast for a while, due to... red. Postmen in Victorian England also wore red around winter time, as part of their uniform, so a popular nickname for postmen in winter was Robin Red Breast. It became a sign of Christmas coming, hence why robins are so strongly associated with Christmas despite being year-round visitors. The last bit of their name was dropped but the sentiment remains. 

Other small bird facts; Goldfinches! V pretty birds. Here’s a picture

Wow look at that bird, so pretty! So, the deal with goldfinches was that they have super sweet song. I can hear one outside right now, actually, v tuneful, v recognisable songbirds. As a result, for a lot of history, goldfinches have been caught to keep as cage birds, to sing away and make rich lords and ladies houses sound nice. Rude practise. 

People think their population has been declining and blame the magpie. You’re Australian so maybe you’re like ‘reeee magpie’ (although my brain is telling me you don’t hate them and think they’re bros correct me if I’m wrong) but here magpies are mostly disliked because of their habit of taking from nests - a behaviour common to many corvids (more on that later). However! There have been lots of studies into this, and it was found that areas with higher magpie populations had no correlation to the number of songbird deaths in the area. Almost like... industrialisation and farming are driving them out of their area. 

These are long rambles. There are two info-splurges on tiny birds. Let’s move on to a cool bird, the swift! The common swift. Just to be clear.

I fucking adore swifts. Every year I wait eagerly for May to roll around so they return to England again. They are delightful birds, even if their screams are a bit unnerving. In Medieval times, people used to think their screams were the screams of damned souls in hell, and that when swifts vanished during the winter, they were buried in the mud to sleep, a belief held due to their nest-building habits of dried mud being the main item used to build nests.

Swifts barely ever land!! The only exception to this is to feed their chicks. When they’re little chicks, they do press-ups with their wings to build up wing muscles, Once they leave the nest, they keep flying for most of their life, only stopping when THEY have chicks!!! They eat, sleep and mate on the wing!!! Wild man!! 

As said before in the tags that I think you read, they rarely fly in the rain when in England/Europe - they fly to eat the bugs, and the bugs hide when it rains, so they just.... fly around the storm. They’re the only bird to actually do this. Unrelated but also neat, they’re one of the oldest species of birds, and whilst they look like swallows and house martins, they’re most closesly related to the hummingbird!!!

Swifts have the fastest level flying speed of 69mph. This means that it has the fastest speed it achieves by itself - the fastest bird of all is the peregrine falcon with its dive breaking speeds of 240mph!! That’s wild. They also keep flying for the longest, as said, and fly the furthest, from Africa to Europe and back again every year. One swift was recorded flying 4 million miles in its life - the same as travelling to the moon and back 8 times!!! Crazy. Insane. I love swifts. 

Bird I would most like to be bros with is the crow 100% because. Hello. Have we met. I love crows. Carrion crows, because they’re the crow we have here the most. 

There they are!!! V pretty. I love them. So much. 

So! Carrion crows often get a bad wrap for a variety of reasons, mostly history based, which is what I was actually exploring in the funky crow comic I’ve been doing for college work. I will say I blame Christianity and Alfred Fucking Hitchcock for their demonisation the most. They’re actually bros, being able to recognise human faces, reward those who are nice to it and punish those who are cruel. They can also tell other crows which humans are good and bad.

As said previously, a lot of corvids attack nests and eat eggs or young of other birds. I can’t defend this much - it’s what corvids do. Hell, the local crow in our area recently attacked the jackdaw nest across the road. It happens. C’est la vie. They do this because they’re scavengers, opportunistic, eating anything and everything they can, which is most likely how they’ve adapted so well to the huge industrial boom and in so many different places around the world!

In Japan, the Kanji for ‘crow’ is the same as the Kanji for ‘bird’, except the bit that symbolises the eye is removed. This is because crows, being all black with beady black eyes, look like they don’t have eyes from a distance. I learnt that from Persona 5. 

Their brains are huge!! Smart boyos!!! Hell, in terms of brain to body mass, their brains are bigger than apes!!! They’re insanely good at problem solving, with wild crows who were kept in captivity for short periods for testing being able to solve multi-step problems (some problems being 8 steps long!) for food!!! They’ve also been seen playing around with each other and the environment, something that had only been seen in apes and other high-intelligence and social creatures. They recognise their reflection. They have been observed making tools in the wild. They are very smart. 

Crows have really interesting routines and behaviours they follow regarding death - when finding a dead crow, they sound the alarm, and all swarm around the body, working together to try and figure out how it died and if it’s a threat to all of them. Sometimes they lay things on the dead crow, which some believe is similar to burying. If you’re interested in this, Kaeli Swift is a good name to look into - she specialises in corvid behaviour. 

My head is now going blank with crow facts but I think there are more. Support your local corvid nerd. Support your local bird nerd! Didn’t know I had so many facts rattling in my head. 

This uhhhh got long. If you got to the end, thumbs up 10/10 appreciate. Hope you have a top tier day :D

#albatris #bird facts #crow #robin #goldfinch #swift #'hey trade you like birds please ramble about birds' #no-one has ever asked me that it was an HONOUR #wish we had more weird and quirky birds in england tbh #here's a bonus fun fact #the area I live in has the highest population of barn owls around #and also a lot of just cool birds #so a lot of bird watchers come here to watch birds #my grandad is 99% the reason I probably like birds so much he's a big bird watcher #the other percentage of blame goes to andy who is 100% the reason I love crows so much #'hmmm this ominous character needs ominous symbolism - oh I know! crows!' #that's how it alllllll started

[freddieslater]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Damon Salvatore x Luke Parker (The Vampire Diaries)

Stretching, Damon blinks his eyes open against the sunlight streaming in through the windows. He pauses for a moment once he can see properly, taking in the briefly unfamiliar room. Then he spots the Whitmore hoodie flung over the back of a chair and he smiles to himself.

He glances at the empty space on his right. Assuming that classes have probably started already, he just settles back down, not having any reason to leave quite just yet. As he goes to close his eyes again, the door to the little dorm room swings open.

Damon's eyebrows shoot up as Luke walks in, barely noticing that he's awake. He's got an alert, almost panicked look all across his face. It's more the suit that's got Damon's attention.

"Okay," he says, and Luke's head snaps around to look at him. Damon sits up properly and waves a hand lazily at him. "I'll bite. Why?"

Luke's already turned to the mirror to finish buttoning up his shirt. "Why what? And--" he throws a confused glance at Damon's reflection, "--I thought you said you had to leave early today."

"Change of plans." Damon shrugs. "And why to the suit? You're a college student in Virginia majoring in English Lit and History, not some law student in Harvard."

"You know, I did consider law," Luke says. "But Liv said I wasn't allowed to abandon her and she refused even the idea of taking the LSAT's, so." He gives him a wry smile. "English Lit and History. A fair compromise."

Damon's not oblivious. Luke's told him this stuff before, they both know he has. And his voice is just evasive enough, his expression the perfect amount of please buy it and leave it alone.

He considers doing just that. It's not as if Luke has any obligation to tell him anything, and he really shouldn't care if he's keeping something to himself. But for some reason that he can't quite place, he does.

"Nope," he says after a beat. "Strike one. Two more tries."

Luke rolls his eyes and scoffs. Probably because he knows that Damon can't do anything if he just clams up and doesn't tell him. Compulsion doesn't work and Damon wouldn't even think about hurting him. He'd just be left to stew in not knowing.

But then Luke glances at him, their eyes catching. He sighs and drops his hands from his shirt. Finally, he turns to him.

"I... have to meet someone," he says, still vague, still evasive.

Damon's eyes track him around the room, narrowing. "What does that mean?" he asks, watching him pick up a tie from the chair.

Luke raises an eyebrow, cracking an elusively entertained grin at him. "It means I'm meeting someone? For breakfast?"

He pauses for the first time, actually slowing down rather than looking like he's roadrunner on fast forward.

"Hold on. Are you jealous?" he asks, his eyes wide with delight.

"Oh" --Damon's the one scoffing now-- "please. Like I have anything to be jealous of. You're not my boyfriend. You can go off and have secret breakfasts in a fancy suit with whichever stereotypical jocks you like. I could even set you up with two. You've met Matt and Tyler, right?"

That glint of delight only grows brighter, and Luke laughs in disbelief now.

"Oh my god." His tie is momentarily forgotten. "You are totally jealous. Wow. And I thought I was the one who couldn't keep things casual."

Damon rolls his eyes, his jaw tightening as he looks away from him for a moment. That knowing, prodding stare must have some compelling ability of its own because he finds it hard to lie while holding it.

It's irritating enough that Luke's right. A little pit of jealousy has opened up in his chest like it's a black hole trying to suck him in. But he doesn't do jealousy. It's an off-limits emotion and it is certainly not allowed in casual situations involving blond haired, blue eyed, Gemini witches who wanted to be a lawyer.

"But I really don't think you need to be jealous of me having breakfast with my father and sister."

Damon's eyes snap back to him sharply. "Your father? The one who tried to kill me?"

"Don't have another father, so, yeah, that'd be the one," Luke says dryly.

He moves back to the mirror to fix his tie, clearly getting nowhere trying to do it blindly.

"Why exactly is your dear old dad in town?" Damon asks. His eyes narrow again. "And why do you need to be so dressed up to have a very early breakfast with him and Liv?"

Luke visibly hesitates, eyes fixed on his own face reflected back at him. Damon watches his lips part, taking in a breath.

"Because it's our birthday," he says, almost sighing as he does, his shoulders deflating.

There's a twist in Damon's chest, stopping him dead. He stares at him, partly hoping he heard him wrong. That part fades quickly when he sees the dismayed, daunted look in Luke's eyes and knows he didn't.

"If today's your birthday, that would mean..." Damon doesn't need to finish. They both know what it means.

But Luke sighs properly and draws himself back up, replacing his dismay with firm determination. "It means Liv and I are twenty-two and officially of merging age."

Damon's eyebrows furrow. "So, what, you're going to dinner with your dad so you can give him exactly what he wants? To merge you?"

"No." Luke turns back to him and his eyes are blazing far more confidentally than Damon's seen in that crystal blue before. "We're going to convince him to let Jo and Kai merge instead."

It's a terrible plan, Damon decides right away. Many things could go wrong, and not many good outcomes spring to mind. Just the words Jo, Kai, and merge send a chill through him. As does the idea of Luke meeting with his dad now that he and Liv can merge.

"And your reason for thinking that you can talk Papa Parker into that is...?" Damon prompts sarcastically, but he's genuinely hoping Luke has some trick up his sleeve.

"Liv and I have to try," he says.

The hope deflates. So much for that.

Damon finally pushes the covers back from Luke's bed, swinging his legs over the side to stand up.

"Okay, not to sound like I'm doubting you or this idea," he says, and Luke's expression tells him he's not a great liar. "But what if he says no? And if he does miraculously say yes for some insane reason, have you thought of a way to stop Kai the murderous siphon witch who would absorb Jo in a heartbeat?"

"Jo can beat him," Luke insists with just as much confidence that it's starting to unnerve Damon. "She's stronger now."

A whole load of arguments for why this is not going to work jump straight into Damon's mind. As he opens his mouth to voice them, though, Luke takes a step forward and places his hands on both of his arms.

"It's gonne be fine," he says, so easily like he really believes that, even with the touch of anxiety in his voice. "But I really need to go before my dad shows up here looking for me."

Damon grimaces. "Can't imagine that scenario going well."

Luke laughs and shakes his head. "No, me neither. So, feel free to let yourself out whenever you wanna leave. Assuming I don't die during this breakfast, I might see you later."

Damon's still thinking of reasons why this isn't going to go well. But Luke's convinced, and this plan might not necessarily fail. Hopefully.

He sighs, his lips pressing together. His eyes dart down and Luke arches an eyebrow.

"You're not gonna convince anyone to do anything with your tie like that," he says.

Reaching down, he undoes the practically perfect knot and redoes it himself. Luke just smiles, his gaze strangely soft as it remains fixed on him the entire time.

"You gonna kiss me for good luck next?" Luke jokes.

Damon's mouth twitches. He finishes and pats Luke's chest, acting like he's going to step back. His fingers curl around the tie again, but he pulls this time and presses his lips to his.

Luke's still smiling as he returns the kiss, his amusement passing over to Damon. Then his hands are between them, on Damon's chest, and he pushes himself back.

"For luck," Damon says, winking, letting go of him completely. He shrugs. "And in case your crazy father decides to kill you. It would be cruel to not get one last kiss to remember you."

Luke scoffs, shaking his head at him, but his smile is still in place as he turns away from him and heads for the door.

Damon's positive he's going to have to think of something fast to deal with whatever the fallout of this is going to be but he has some hope that it'll work. If he ignores the clamping sense of dread that's weighing down on him for some reason. He's sure it's nothing. Nothing at all.

#tvd #damon salvatore #luke parker #damon x luke #the vampire diaries #moodboard #aesthetic #ficlet #drabble #rowing the rarepair rowboat #myedit* #LOOK I LOVE THEM OKAY #ever since bonnie said ''they'd be cute too'' #plus it's filled with potential angst if you stick to parts of canon like I'm doing here

[pokefanbri]

Positivity brings out happiness & the best in people, any kind gives us the push we need nomatter the cards we're dealt & sometimes it can be all we have to get by.

I don't have time nor energy for negative attempts to bring me down, sorry not sorry.

I was taught by some1 very dear to me, to stand up for myself more with courage & to fight on my toes with a cool head on my shoulders, while being rude about it or not lol.

I learned if I feel like I need to rid myself of something that doesn't positively affect me,my life, or others in some way...with however much coldness, I won't hesitate to say bye 👋 its not my problem anymore lol. 🤔

I just realized from personal experience, that statement in itself is super ironic on so many levels lol dang 🤯 🎮 😅 Never did I ever think id be on the receiving end of it though but I'm okay with it now so its whatever, 💧 under 🌉 😊

I respect anybody's ill natured opinions or shortsighted views of me, I learn to brush it off cuz only I understand myself & my good natured intentions...don't mean u gotta 🤷‍♀️ lol. I know it in my heart im a good person, i thought it be somewhat rare now in my 30s for god or the opposite to give me a stingy slap in the face as hard as it did, boy was I was wrong lol...at this rate I'd say a good or bad drastic life change happens every 5-10yrs for me 😅 but life really hasn't been very kind or dandy to me much like most but I power through in my own way. Everyones paths are different, but im not the only one given a cruel joker card in the deck of life am I right? 😂 So one could possibly sympathize or relate for sure. I don't expect people to get it, I would appreciate from anyone though even an ounce of kindness & respect.

Im timid & shy on the surface but once someone gets to know me for real, I'm a frikin outgoing delight to be around. Okay? lmao. But if u think the disability I've had since I was 19, that does infact limit some of the things a normal person can do such as work or standing/sitting for long periods of time & even think straight in general, is something to belittle or laugh at instead of being an encouraging supportive friend, then ur not 1 of mine period. I used to thrive more independently like an average person til all hell broke lose in my brain when i was young, so coming back to it now is a major adjustment & is very stressful..but im proud of myself for trying.

But yea ➕ vibes only 💯, Im always a positive happy go lucky joyous person 9/10 without depression getting in the way ofcourse....& if thats a crime then I don't wanna be right 🤷‍♀️ I'm just trying to live my best life like everyone else.

I say things the way I see it, it builds character lol. Everyone knows I'm the brutally honest type & I don't hold back especially if it can help better others in some way then whats the harm in speaking my mind, most things that come outta my mouth are positive anyway 😊 I can only comprehend what to say through writing though..cuz irl my words come out like anyone else's with a side of jumbled word salad 😅 But if im ever to pass away for any reason, I wanna leave some kind of legacy behind..as stupid as it may seem lol. And when that time comes I give my friends & family consent to quote anything good ive ever written.

Being a heck of a fighter in regards to myself & for the sake of others, its what im known for, & I encourage anyone to find their inner strength if life seems too difficult or throws curveballs at u in any given direction lol

I should've posted this here instead of fb as it is long, but screw it lets do both lol

[blusocket]

Late to the party but I have strong opinions and the vulture article is so WRONG

Me! - very straight, Brendon Urie is bi and there are lots of rainbows but unfortunately the lyrics completely outweigh this

London Boy - aggressively heterosexual, Joe Alwyn *was* in The Favorite and theres a subtle thread of camp but Vulture gives that way too much weight

You Need to Calm Down - this is an Ally Song. The video is cute but the song itself has the queer energy of like, the Human Rights Campaign, very assimilation-y

The Man - has fun gender play altho its image of masculinity is p normative, Jill G's summary as "written by the Woke White Women of Instagram" rings v true

Afterglow - I love this song but there's not much here in the way of queer energy, very ~universal~

I Think He Knows - look I know TEXTUALLY it's super hetero but "that boyish look I like in a man" plus "like I'm seventeen and no one understands" is soooo queer to me

Cruel Summer - one of my favorite songs on the album but only slight queer vibes in "I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you"

Soon You'll Get Better - the concept of trying to cope with a loved one battling a chronic, potentially lethal illness is, uh, definitely suuuper resonant with a queer experience, but this about Swift's mother fighting cancer and it feels almost disrespectful to read against the grain of that?? idk feel free to argue with me abt it

Daylight - coming out song, duhhhh

A Thousand Cuts - u-hauling ("a love...for the ages") and then rapidly falling apart, seeing your ex everywhere after a breakup, "our songs, our films...our country guess it was a lawless land" is peak wlw angst

Paper Rings - cat and mouse always feels very hetero to me but I wanna honor the potential for a butch/femme courtship dynamic there

The Archer - "I never grew up/it's getting so old/help me hold onto you" plus the whole song is obviously about struggling to nourish a love in the face of community trauma / queer hypervigilance

Cornelia St - lesbian drama, references to the West Village, delightful

It's Nice to Have a Friend - this one starts sooooo gay but loses some points for including a church wedding :/

Lover - lesbian anthem tbh

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince - a) a "prince" w no gendered pronouns b) a fractured american dream closing in around a couple who has to run away together to protect their love. Plus Halsey (whomst is bi) has already claimed the role of the heartbreak prince for herself! Loses points for the narrator's "pageant smile" and being...not a fantastic song, but indisputably queer yall

False God - blasphemy! Cunnilingus! The West Village! Saxophones! This song is incredibly queer

#gaylor swift