#i hope we can still be besties i only just rejected her

[cowboysmp3]

me and shadowheart are besties in my bg3 play thru (actually accidentally romanced her and was heartbroken i had to reject her) and if i die in combat she SCREAMS its so jarring but i’m obsessed with the details in this game

#like it’s. TRAGIC #girl it’s ok i’ll come back #i hope we can still be besties i only just rejected her #for astarion #i think i’ll romance her next run i love her so so so much #genuinely like bonded to her #astarion is just hot sorry #so is shadowheart but she’s got a gentleness to her #i haven’t gotten the cool teifling yet i fear i’ll lose myself when i meet her #i am treating bg3 like a romance game #bg3

[goldeunoias]

Cravings.

A/N: so i actually deleted this fic bc like no one told me how it was and nerves got the best of me and i deleted it ^^ i’m reposting it to see if it fares better but if it doesn’t then i’ll just delete it again asfasdfaf

Synopsis: Corruption : P

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Perv! Sunghoon bc what can i say, i love this trope, corruption kink midly, female oral, male oral, strip teases I suppose, lots of dirty talk, fingering, i think that’s it tbh besties i can’t remember

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You were his biggest distraction. 

He knew his friends were talking to him, he knew that. But there you were, where you always sat outside with your friends, laughing and looking like the most radiant person he had ever seen. You were wearing his favorite color white which made you look even more like an angel to him. His heart swooned when you covered your face in laughter at something one of your friends said, popping another piece of what he assumed to be your favorite candy into your mouth when you gathered your sense. 

Sunghoon watched longingly, and perhaps a bit pervertedly as a strap of your sundress fell down your shoulders, giving him the tiniest glimpse of your cleavage. His eyes glanced down to what he only imagined to be the supple skin of your upper thighs, and he’d do anything to be in between them. 

“Hello? Coming in? Are you listening to me?” One of Sunghoon’s friends remarked, breaking him out of his trance. 

Sunghoon only shrugged and took a sip of his drink, his mind still partially focused on you.

“Sorry, my mind was focusing on more interesting things.”

“Gee thanks hoon.”

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Sunghoon felt like an idiot as he walked up to you and your group of friends, holding a package of your favorite candy in one of his hands. If this backfired he felt like he’d have no other choice but to move cities, his mind racing with all the horrible possibilities of what could go wrong.

 What if she laughs in my face? Rejects me in front of all her friends? Turns me into a running joke about what a loser I am, bringing her a box of candy?

He wanted to turn back but he kept his feet moving, taking a deep breath as he stopped in front of you. You were wearing pink and in the canary sunlight it made you look like his own idea of what Aphrodite should’ve looked like, just absolutely stunning. 

“Hi, Sunghoon! I don’t think we’ve formally met before” you spoke gently. 

Sunghoon was already reeling at the fact that you knew his name, trying to calm the marching band that was happening in his chest. 

“Uh, h-how did you know my name?” Sunghoon asked, hating how his voice wavered on certain parts.

God, I’m such a loser

You only giggled at his shyness and gestured to one of your friends who sat on her phone since his arrival, almost as if to give you some sort of privacy. 

“You guys have a class together so when I wait for her I see you leaving. And I’ve heard about you here and there as well.”

Sunghoon nodded and hoped the tint of cotton candy that was creeping on his cheeks wasn’t as bad as he know it could get, fiddling with the candy in his clammy hand. 

“Ah cool. Well..I got you this…I’ve seen you eating quite often, not like in a stalker way it’s just a small world you know so I thought you’d like it if  I got it for you, though it’s totally okay if you don’t want it I know we don’t know each other that well so I can only imagine how creepy this might be-”

You giggled and shook your head and sat up on your knees to grab the box from his hand, the slight contact of you guys’ fingertips making Sunghoon internally scream. 

“Thank you! This is really sweet of you Sunghoon” you beamed at him, your bright smile and countenance making Sunghoon feel like he could right then and there a happy man. You gazed at your friends who seemed to be giving you knowing glances and shyly laughed at them, staring back up at Sunghoon. “You can sit down with us if you’d like. There’s room on my blanket next to me,” you offered, scooting over and your friends adjusting accordingly. 

“If that’s okay with you since I don’t want to interrupt your time with your friends or anything,” Sunghoon shyly explained, unable to believe your kindness. 

You shrugged and pulled his hand so he could sit down, the warmth of his hand making your own heart sing in giddiness. 

“Well, it’s just like how that song goes: if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends,” you hinted at him. Sunghoon took the hint and ran with it, his chest rising in partial shock and another half ecstatic, barely able to process it all. 

Oh, he was down bad.

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Sunghoon tried to focus on the TV as you lay curled in a ball snuggled into him, already fallen asleep. You guys had been on a handful of dates and what tonight was was one of them, Sunghoon offering to come over and cook you dinner and watch TV with you since you’d been stressed due to a surplus of work you’d been having. 

Now, as you lay on him, your thin pajama shorts risen all the way to your inner thighs, and your tank top giving him easy access to the view of your cleavage, he wasn’t sure if this was the best date idea. Even as you slept you looked so adorable to him, and he tried to contain his thoughts as he felt like such a pervert thinking about you like this but it was futile. 

His mind roamed to the idea of pulling down your top gently while you were still sleeping and making them aroused, sleepy whimpers and whines erupting from you as he would feel your nipples harden under his touch. You’d stir slightly in your sleep and he’d continue his ministrations, one of his hands snaking down to rub you gently over your pajama shorts, Sunghoon’s heart racing as he thought about how your face would furrow in your sleep as you stirred some more before eventually coming to, and your soft hands gripping his forearm and whining out his name desperately as you would rut into his hand and then-

Shit. 

Sunghoon stifled and moan in the back of his throat as he stared at the grey sweats he wore, his erection prodding against his boxers and the sweats from his racing thoughts. You moved around in your sleep and your head accidentally landed on top of his erection, Sunghoon hissing and throwing his head against the sofa at the pressure. 

The sound made you sleepily open your eyes and yawn, Sunghoon frozen in panic at what the hell he was gonna do. 

“Everything alright hoonie?” you sleepily asked, your eyes peering at his rouge-tinted face before looking your eyes down to the erection right below you, Sunghoon clearing his throat to rush out an excuse. 

“Shit, I um, am so sorry you probably think I’m such a pervert and I completely understand if-”

“It’s okay,” you told him slowly, eyes still glued to the sight as you adjusted yourself so you sat on your knees next to him. “What do you think about when you get like this?”

Your question hadn’t been one he was expecting and therefore his mind went blank, trying to think of what, how he was going to answer this.

“I-I uh, don’t quite know what you mean,” Sunghoon stammered out, breath hitching when you straddled his lap instead of sitting alongside him, your core centimeters away from his erection.

Your clammy hands went and reached for his shoulders as you stared at Sunghoon who looked like a deer in headlights, hoping your forwardness would compel him to answer in a forward manner. 

“I may not have that much experience hoonie but I’m not stupid either,” you told him simply. “When I wear certain things or do certain things you get this dazed-out expression on your face, lost in your own thoughts. So, I want to know what you think about…are they dirty things?” The last part you added on now had your face and body getting hot, biting down on your lips as Sunghoon gulped and seemingly came to. 

“You stripping for me. You get so cute and shy and the thought of you stripping right in front of me, exposing those pretty curves and soft skin of yours drives me insane,” Sunghoon breathed out, jaw clenching a bit when he felt his dick twitch in his pants. 

You nodded and silently got up from him, watching Sunghoon’s gaze turn into one of pure awe. “O-okay, I can do that,” you replied as you reached for the straps of your tank-top Sunghoon making a motion to stop you. 

“You don’t have to, I don’t want you to think that you have no other choice but to I mean I like so many other aspects about you not just sexual-”

“Hoonie you talk too much sometimes” you interjected softly as you pulled your tank top over your head and made quick of the clasp of your bra, Sunghoon’s breath seemingly getting heavier as he drank it all in. 

“Shit baby~” Sunghoon groaned, his hand going to feel himself through his sweats. 

“You can take it out. I want to see,” you answered shyly. Sunghoon complied easily, lifting his hips and pulling down his sweats and boxers, his erect member springing free. 

“Shirt too. Then me next,” you told him. Sunghoon found your way of being domineering extremely adorable as he did what you wished, chuckling to himself as you nodded in appreciation. 

 You reached for the hem of your shorts and Sunghoon watched in full anticipation as you pulled them down, Sunghoon unable to stop himself from groaning as he watched a string of your slick get pulled down along with it. You fiddled with your hands at your sides as Sunghoon drank it all in, shuffling over back into his lap when you felt like his eyes were too much. 

“Do you even realize what you do to me?” Sunghoon groaned in your ear as he tenderly wrapped his hands around your neck and started kissing your jawline. His mouth was scorching against your skin as you felt his teeth and tongue gently nip and suck any expanse of skin he could find, a deep hiss leaving him when he felt a drop of your arousal escape from your core and onto his lower abdomen. 

“H-hoonie a-” your bit down on your lip as Sunghoon messily kissed down to your chest, your collarbones and sternum beginning to glisten with saliva and his markings. Your hands gripped his obsidian locks as Sunghoon’s mouth took a nipple in his mouth and began sucking, groaning when he felt the flesh become harder with arousal. 

“So beautiful, so fucking goddamn beautiful,” Sunghoon whispered against your chest as he did the same to the other, one of his hands gently sliding down to cup your mound and rub his palm against your swollen bud, his name coming out in a strangled whimper. Sunghoon retracted his hand just as quickly and held your face with his unoccupied hand. 

“Look at that princess: you’re starting to cream,” Sunghoon remarked in awe, smiling at you when your eyes peered in curiosity at the sticky liquid that had come out of you. 

“I..uh, did that?” you asked quietly, looking at the slight white tint that was on his fingers and palm. Sunghoon chuckled and nodded, sucking on his index finger and letting out a satisfied groan. One of your hands came up and reached his for hand to pull it out of his mouth, Sunghoon giving you a questioning look. 

“I want to too,” you remarked with as much courage as you could muster, putting his middle finger to your mouth and sucking the liquid clean off of it. 

“Such an eager girl,” Sunghoon cooed at you, leaning forward and giving you a kiss that was almost too lewd to describe, a whimper leaving your mouth as you felt the heat of his tongue flick against yours. You were beginning to become desperate as you felt more beads of essence trickle out of you bit by bit. Your face furrowing in pleasure as Sunghoon languidly sucked your tongue before pulling back, your eyes crossing as you watched a string of saliva still connect the two of you together. 

Sunghoon disconnected with his fingers and let you suck on them like a popsicle, you happily accepting the offer and swirling your tongue around his digits happily. 

“What do you want princess?” Sunghoon inquired lowly, his carob eyes dark and half-lidded as he stared at you with an intense infatuation. 

You pulled his fingers out of your mouth and looked off to the side in apprehensiveness, knowing what you wanted but not quite sure how to phrase it. 

“Eyes on me when you speak. It is basic manners isn’t it?” Sunghoon ordered gently, clicking his tongue and bringing your gaze to his. 

“I’ve um…I’ve never been eaten out before and I want to know how it feels,” you answered timidly, chewing down on your lip. “But I can take care of you first, I don’t mind” you added on, your eyes flickering down for a moment at his hardened member. 

Sunghoon shook his head and flickered his gaze to your bedroom. “No baby, you first. Not until your needs are fulfilled. Go lay down on your bed with your legs spread for me yeah?” He cooed in your ear, pulling his sweats back over his cock. He could wait for his own pleasure he knew well enough, especially if it meant getting to take care of yours first. 

You nodded and shakily got up from his lap and went to your bedroom and laid down on your bed and waited until Sunghoon walked through the threshold before spreading your legs, your inner thighs a bit sticky from when your core leaked out some more. 

You tried not to squirm too much as Sunghoon came to straddle your form, giving you soft kisses and praise to soothe nerves that he could tell you were feeling. 

“I’m gonna take care of you angel okay?” he murmured against your lips. You bit down on your lip and nodded, becoming rather speechless at the sincerity of his words. You closed your eyes and tried to take it all in as you felt Sunghoon slowly work his way down the midline of your body, your breath hitching when he kissed a particularly sensitive spot. 

The anticipation was brutal and when Sunghoon finally was faced with your core you couldn’t help but hone your gaze on the ceiling in slight embarrassment at how intensely he was staring. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” Sunghoon spoke to himself, though you could easily hear him. The change in his voice made butterflies form in your stomach and the muscles in your belly contract, waiting for him to do something than just stare. 

“Let me see your hands kitten,” Sunghoon said affectionately, wrapping his hands around your wrists and pinning them to your sides as his motioned with his head to put your legs on his shoulders, not wanting you to escape even an ounce of his ministrations. 

You whined at him when he teased you even more by kissing the innermost part of your thighs instead of where you wanted him, that concern being cut short when you felt the soft skin of his lips come in contact with your sticky clit. 

Sunghoon experimentally licked a long and languid strip up your core to test your reaction, not disappointed in the slightest. The texture of his tongue was warm and wetter than you were expecting, shocked slightly by how well you could feel the ridges and overall texture of his tongue. 

“How did that feel princess?” Sunghoon inquired teasingly, watching as your core clenched and unclenched in need. 

“G-good,” you stammered out, his hazelnut eyes feeling almost too intimidating to stare at. Sunghoon chuckled and you let out a whine as Sunghoon enveloped your swollen clit with the warmth of his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. He had to use some of his strength to keep you still as you squirmed in pleasure, your hips rutting into his face from how good it all felt. 

“Kitten enjoying her face time having her pussy licked? I mean baby, you’re just dripping,” Sunghoon couldn't help but emphasize, amazed at how much of your syrupy essence had gotten onto your sheets, your whole core glistening with saliva and arousal.

You nodded eagerly and swore intensely as Sunghoon’s tongue started swirling circles at your entrance intensely but achingly slow, Sunghoon having to restrain himself so much as he continued to hear your whimpers and stammered breaths. 

He wanted to corrupt to the point of no return, bound your hands together in pretty pink ribbons, and hold a vibrator to you until you’d left claw marks down his thighs from how both good and intense it felt, to blindfold and trickle droplets of cool water down your belly and watch you squirm and whine, to edge you with his fingers until your eyes were glossy with tears and you begging and pleading him to make you-

“H-hoonie oh god I’m close” you panted out as your breaths started getting heavier and heavier, Sunghoon’s increased intensity having you shake as you felt a knot start to form tightly in your lower belly. 

Sunghoon snapped out of his lust-filled daze and let go of one of your hands, circling the pad of his index finger with your arousal before gently sliding it in. 

“You’re doing so good for me baby, look at you taking my finger so well,” Sunghoon cooed as he started curling it against your walls, combined with how fervently he went back to sucking your clit made one of your hands grip the sheets, the other moving so you were holding Sunghoon’s hand instead. 

Sunghoon could only smile into your core as you squeezed his tightly and slightly rolled your hips to the side, your toes curling in anticipation. 

“You’re right there aren’t your princess?” Sunghoon inquired fondly as he watched in contentment as your core clenched and unclenched around his digit, loving how you just couldn’t keep still from the pleasure. 

Your face scrunched up when he sucked your clit harshly one last time, the knot snapping Sunghoon’s name falling from your lips in an aphrodisiac haze. When Sunghoon pulled back his hand you were left shaking and convulsing slightly as you came down from it all, your eyes focusing on Sunghoon’s features as he hovered above your face. 

“That felt nice,” you sheepishly told him and giggled some, Sunghoon’s smiling and leaning down to kiss you. You whined as you tasted your own sweetness against his tongue, Sunghoon holding your face and pulling you to sit up so you could kiss him properly. 

You gladly accepted the offer and wanted to take the lead a bit more since you felt it was his turn now to feel good, breaking free from the kiss to messily kiss his jawline. It caused Sunghoon to hiss and realize just how achingly hard he’d gotten from you, the slightest friction against his sweats causing him to groan out swear words. 

His noises only gave you more confidence as you went back to messily kissing him on the mouth, your nails leaving markings on his bare chest as you unintentionally clawed at him.

When you pulled back from your disheveled kiss you saw just how rosy Sunghoon’s cheeks had gotten, his canines biting against his bottom lip as your warm hand reached into his sweats and felt for his member. 

“Open for me please?” you inquired mildly, Sunghoon furrowing his brows but obeying nonetheless. He watched as your tender fingertips came in contact with his tongue and gathered saliva before pulling his member from his sweats and spreading it around his shaft as lubrication. Sunghoon could only gaze and wonder how didn’t cum right then and there as you gave him a shy giggle and looked down, focusing on making sure it was coated. 

“I-I needed lubrication,” you informed modestly, eyes watching intently as precum leaked profusely from his tip. 

He felt his breath start to get heavy as you tightened your grip around his member, his cheeks burning with intensity as you suckled his pale skin with care, the cusps of your teeth making his eyes flutter as he felt them.

God, am I really this affected from a handjob? Sunghoon internally groaned to himself as your lips connect back with his, your ministrations so soft and delicate. But he knew it wasn’t just the handjob and kisses. It was the fact that it was coming from you the person he’d fantasized about more times than he’d ever admit, the person who could make his pants tighten just from a simple whine. He was wrapped around your finger, and the fact that you seemed partially oblivious to it made his craving for you even deeper. 

“Hoonie are you getting close?” you inquired softly against his lips, tightening your grip to test his reaction. It worked, Sunghoon’s breath hitching against your lips as he choked out a “yes”, wanting to last longer but knowing he simply couldn’t. 

“That means I’m doing a good job right? If you’re cumming this soon,” you added on. Sunghoon let out a chuckle and gave you a half-grin despite his head feeling hazy, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “It’s only because it’s with you,” he breathed out quietly, his nails digging indents into the soft skin of your thighs as he felt himself essentially right there, your thumb making a point to rub over his sensitive tip. 

“Thank you” you shyly muttered and let out a slight giggle, removing your hand from his shaft and wiggling down so to where your face was right in front of his reddened tip. Sunghoon could barely watch you without getting bashful at just how sinful you looked despite your gentle countenance, a harsh “shit” leaving him as the warmth of your mouth enveloped his tip. 

“Y-you don’t have to do this you know, I was more than content with a handjob,” Sunghoon couldn’t help but rush out, his hands going to grip the sheets in his first as he watched beads of saliva trickle down the sides from your mouth. You released him from your mouth with a pop and gingerly licked the sides while you massaged his member in your hands, drool practically running down the sides of your mouth. 

“I know that silly. But I want to,” you tell him as you open your mouth and try to see how much of him you can take, Sunghoon having to practice deep restraint to not buck his hips into your mouth, his brows furrowing as he felt that knot return in the pit of his stomach. 

“Princess I’m gonna cum though and I…shit baby…I don’t want you to have to swallow” he finally managed out as he felt the coarse texture of your tongue circle around his tip and bring him even closer. You shook your head and kept your place, sucking even harder on him and Sunghoon tried to ease you off of him by softly pulling your head. 

To test out the things you’d heard that guys love from the internet you started humming around his member and stroking the base with your hand, absolutely loving the reaction that you got from him. 

“Fuck, you’re a goddamn demon for doing that,” Sunghoon hissed as he rested his head against the headboard, the muscles in his stomach starting to flex with more intensity. 

“No, I’m your angel hoonie,” you corrected with a teasing smile as did the same exact thing to him with more confidence, that being the final straw as Sunghoon came harder than he’d ever expected to. His load was more than you expected as well as cum started leaking from the sides of your mouth as you tried to take it all, tapping his thigh so you’d have his full attention as you showed him your white mouth before swallowing it all and showing him that you’d done so.

Sunghoon knew that image wouldn’t be leaving his mind for at least a few weeks as he watched in awe, absolutely enamored by you. 

“You know you didn’t have to do that,” he panted out as he let you crawl back into his lap, his hands coming to warm your sides. 

You shrugged and diverted eye contact, looking at the markings that littered his neck instead. “It wasn’t that bad. It’s like doing shots of tequila or something,” you joked with him, Sunghoon bursting out into laughter and resting his head on your shoulder, kissing it softly. 

“That’s one way of looking at it,” he hummed, interlocking his hands with your hands. “Whaddya say to a nice relaxing bubble bath and then after that, I defeat you in Mario Kart,” he boasted at the end, leaning back and smiling at you. 

You scoffed and playfully hit his shoulder but agreed nonetheless, rolling off of him so he could start running the bath. 

“Every time you win it’s because I let you!” you called out after him as he started washing out the tub, Sunghoon laughing. 

“Well thank you for preserving my pride,” Sunghoon teased.

“Anytime pal.”

“We just had sex don’t pal me.”

“Okay then: anytime my sweet lovely amazing sugar cookie.”

Sunghoon came and pulled you out of the bed, kissing your warm cheeks. 

“That’s more like it.”

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please tell me if u like it pls otherwise i’ll probs just delete it again aslkdjfaskljfalskdjfalskdf. Even if it’s just keyboard spamming to me that’s still useful! likes don’t tell me anything : P

#sunghoon smut #sunghoon hard hours #sunghoon fanfic #enhypen fanfic #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen scenarios

[fandomrecycling]

Well. I lost my blog chain but guess who just finished Stampedeeeeeeee

Okokokok um god okay so okay okay

- MILLIE REFERENCE OH THANK GOD good we need her to be the sunshine for the next season bc oh my god Vash

- sPeaking OF OH GOD VASH/ERIKS BESTIE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- related but holy shit his fucking wings. I - holy shit his wing. It’s so perfect his and Nai’s duality. His white hair and suit and his lacking of hope, his design being an outright statement of a rejection of humanity. White as an absence of life. Whereas Vash’s messy wing, outfit and maternal shaped titan are all black. Black is the summation of every colour, every pain, every loss, every love, of everything that is Vash. Black as an abundance of life. And there is no touch of either colour in either of them. No black, no white, no balance.

- a L S O NAI??!?? UMM NO???? NO YOU DONT GET TO DIE STARING INTO YOUR BROTHERS EYES

- Meryl god you’re so perfect never change your perfect pls lemme give you a kiss you deserve it

- WOLFWOOD where the FUCKare you your husband needs you get your stupid ass back there and give tongari a hug

- “Half a century and you couldn’t come up with a better excuse.” I. I don’t - I want to cry I want to scream I want to hate you so fucking much because all of Vash’s suffering is because of you.

- I want to hate you so much Nai. But I can’t. I can’t hate you. You love your brother and Vash still loves you and all I can say is that I am so, so fucking sorry your happiness was ruined. I’m so sorry you became so scared of humanity that your only solution was to destroy it. I’m sorry Nai. You did so many awful things and because of your brother all I can see is the tragedy. All I can see is two brothers who love each other so much it destroys the world.

- okokokok that end scene though;

I’ll assume that this has something to do with Maximum which - despite it being awful for my health - I will attempt to read as much of it as I can before I am reduced into a blubbering mess of emotions and feathers. But also - and I cannot believe I am saying this - but god I hope Nai isn’t dead only so that I can hope for a better ending for these doomed twins.

I’m not gonna be okay for a while I already have a fix it fanfic planned

#trigun stampede #trigun spoilers #trigun stampede spoilers #vash the stampede #h #oh god pain

[queen-of-boops]

Volume 6 Thoughts

Geri is about to catch some hands. Girl cannot take no for an answer and is beyond delusional when it comes to Joyo. Telling her off felt good.

Why does Joyo's little pouty face get me every time? It's so sad and cute at the same time.

No Travis, I don't want you, I don't know how many times I have to say it.

I'm sorry, but why do none of the couples change anymore? There was so much drama last week and still nothing changed.

The sleepwear options are cute, especially the teddy. My MC is fully embracing her Barbie era with all the pink outfits this season.

I've seen quite a few other people say it, but why the hell do we need to sneak out to the daybeds? I want Travis and Geri to know we don't want to sleep next to them.

Joyo mentioned in casa that he loves dirty talk and girls whispering in his ear. Idk if the other boys said that or not in this volume but it is a Joyo specific thing in my head now.

All the boys smell like cedarwood apparently and I reject it. Joyo's a scuba diver from a beach town for Christ's sake, he should smell like the sea and maybe something like bergamot. Not cedarwood (that should be Alex specific and I'll die on that hill).

Bits scene itself was short ànd kinda lackluster.... I don't have time to rewrite it, but it's tempting.

Okay, again, idk what the morning chat looks like for everyone but I was kicking my feet and squealing like a little girl. It was established in casa that Joyo hates camping and sleeping outside, but he goes on this little rant about how much he enjoyed sleeping under the stars with us and how we're the only person he'd do that for. Can you say swoon-worthy?

Fuck off Geri, JOYO DOESN'T WANT YOU.

Okay, on a non Raf route, Daph is adorable. I love her and Raf together.

Movie night titles were way better this season. I particularly liked 'Jumping for Joyo', 'Geri Much In Love', and 'Daph-Need Your Love'.

But the movie night drama was not it. Wow, a bombshell came in and flirted with me, call the press! Thank God Evan said something. The rest of the clips felt contrived or like they were just there to make Geri look bad (can't Joyo just pick me cause he likes me more and not cause Geri's a hot mess hypocrite?)

Can we also just appreciate that when I say my head isn't turning, everyone knows it's still on Joyo. We've been asking for this since casa s2 and it's finally, consistently remembering who I said I want to be with no matter how many people are interested in me.

Date with Evan was fine. Love that he seems to respect the word no. His sprite is fine AF, but I really just want him to be my villa bestie.

Love how soft and melty Joyo is one on one now, it's precious.

I absolutely howled when Joyo came to pull me for a chat and talked right over Geri's protests. She was so shocked.

Yes, Joyo! Admit you're a jealous motherfucker and let's get back together already!

Travis. Get it through your head. I'm telling you I'm closed off with Joyo, that doesn't mean I want to keep getting to know you like that. I don't want you.

Flowers, really? Kinda hoping they actually aren't from Joyo (and think they might not be just so FB can have him be jealous and start more drama). It's a little weird honestly and an interesting choice for a cliffhanger.

Still really enjoying this season for all its faults honestly. Joyo has me in the palm of his hand and I'd happily go with him anywhere. Not totally sure I see the vision for where they're gonna take the rest of the season, but as long as I get to keep flirting with Joyo, I'm good.

#mo rants about s7 #litg #litg s7 #litg season 7 #litg stick or twist

[localplaguenurse]

hii its amorette—can i just say i freaked out when i saw capillaries updated?? i loved the latest chapter so so much!!

i love how you characterize dottore and wanted to ask if you have any tips on how you write him / things you keep in mind while writing him, since your fic really inspired me to try writing my own! i hope you have a nice day :DD

Hi Amorette!!! Glad you liked it!

I saw this right as my first break at work ended and suffice to say, it’s been on my mind all day. You’ve opened a Pandora’s box, you’re getting a whole character analysis, because Dottore is actually a royal pain to write about so I have to REALLY study this bastard. The first half is going to be just purely on his canon traits, and the rest are my interpretations and headcanons.

So canonically, Dottore is very prideful and driven by the pursuit of knowledge. No subject is off limits to him, and he doesn’t care about how ethical or moral his research is. Whatever he needs to do, he’ll do it, the ends justify the means. He’s been obsessed with surpassing the gods since he was young, which is why he was ostracized by society. Sohreh’s notes describe him as initially “frigid,” but then she goes on to say she had a good time working with him and is looking forward to spending more time with him (Rip Sohreh). He created segments of himself from different ages as a way to surpass the limits of human cognition, and because they could offer their own individual contributions to his research. Omega is described as more selfish since he was the one to nuke the other segments for the gnosis, and Webttore/Beta is more manic and prone to mood swings. Also, none of the segments like each other.

That’s all the canon stuff. With that alone, you already have a pretty solid start for how to write him. He’s a man who views himself above the people who rejected him and wants to surpass the gods that ignored him. He doesn’t really care about keeping company and he barely gets along with himself. He’ll do anything in the pursuit of knowledge and doesn’t care if someone has to die for him to get it done. If Sohreh’s notes are anything to go by, he may have been antisocial but not completely opposed to finding connection, but that’s up to how you personally interpret her notes and subsequent death. He’s very calculating, and though he does resent the gods, he’s at least mature enough to hold it together for a conversation.

Now, onto my personal take on Dottore, which I’ve sprinkled through the fic already but it won’t hurt to share here :3

So the one key thing I have latched onto personally is his name. Zandik. By this point we all know it means “heretic” but really think about that for a second. That is the name of a man who was born in a world where gods are not only real, but they actually interact with the populace. Maybe it was because my bestie got me into Ethel Cain, but I started thinking about the implications/potential of religious trauma. What sort of homelife would a kid have when his own parents named him heretic when god is actually real? Certainly not a very pleasant life. Of course at some point he’d develop a hatred of gods when he’s been seen as a blasphemous monster since he was born. Of course he’d despise society as a whole, they’ve despised him from the start. This isn’t something he asked for, but it’s all he has. He did no wrong and yet all the world hated him for being born, what did they expect him to turn into?

As a result, my personal interpretation of Dottore is that he is still that prideful, cold and calculating scientist that hates the gods and isn’t afraid to do awful things to prove it, but he is also, deep down, motivated by validation. At the very least, that’s how this all started. At this point he’s become more callous, but there’s a part of him that wants to be appreciated, genuinely, by someone or something. This would have been especially prevalent in his younger self/segments, because he’s not as “mature” as he is now. If you cut through the 400 years of his callous cruel ways, you might find a little boy full of pain and anger asking what he did to deserve all of this. 

… TLDR: He’s very smart, very callous, thinks very highly of himself, and I write him as one of those “they treated me like the villain so I became the villain they feared most” characters with a splash or religious trauma for flavour.

If you want to, you're more than welcome to use some of my characterization if you ever write about him! Honestly, for as big a pain in the ass he is to write, he's really interesting to explore as a character! It's actually why my favourite chapters/moments so far are the backstory ones, or whenever he's reflecting on his relationship with widow. He's a bastard and I love him.

#ask #amorette! #dottore #dottore headcanons #dottore divorce arc #character analysis

[waynes-multiverse]

Plastic Hearts – Part 1

Pairing: Director!Dean Winchester x Actress!Reader

Series Summary: Los Angeles, 1985. Y/N’s a young actress without any success, hopping from one failed audition to the next until one desperate mistake brings her to her breaking point. Dean Winchester, on the other hand, is a grade A asshole and washed-up director at the end of his career, known for his godawful slasher movies in the 70s and his love for blow, booze, and women. Lost in the toxic Hollywood life, their paths cross when one hopeless little wrestling show changes their trajectory.

Chapter Warnings: +18, GLOW AU, self-worth issues, implied smut (reader x unknown dude 🤷‍♀️), cheating, Sam and Dean are not related in this story (--> check the series masterlist for overall warnings!)

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Truthfully, I wasn’t gonna share it because it was just a fun, silly project to get over some writer’s block (which I did!). Netflix never gave me an ending to this amazing show, so I wanted to write my own, y’know? But hey, it’s already written, so why not share it with the class, right? As my awesome cheerleader on this project @panicking-outside-the-disco said, the dilaogue screams Dean AU 🖤 (Thank you so much for your encouragement, bestie!) Fellow fans of the show, you’ll be happy to know I kept all the good stuff in there, from Steel Horse to pink, frosted donuts. Everyone else will make sense of those words soon enough. So, hopefully, you’ll enjoy this nostalgic love tribute, and let’s give ourselves a decent ending, shall we? 🤩

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1. Holding Out For A Hero

Another failed audition.

Moving from Nebraska to Los Angeles at the sweet age of eighteen, Y/N has played the Hollywood game for quite some time. Now, at the ripe age of twenty-seven by La-La Land standards, she only has little to show for herself, though. She’s had a few background roles and starred in a handful of low-budget plays, but her big breakthrough, the role that changes everything, still remains a hopeless and seemingly unreachable daydream.

Worst of all, she is sick and tired of the simple and reduced roles Hollywood forces upon its actresses. She wants more than the shitty role of the secretary who tells a powerful man his wife is on the phone. Y/N wants a real part instead of playing second fiddle to yet another pompous dick.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

After her latest failure, she even became so desperate she hid in a bathroom stall for three hours before ambushing her casting director Josie while the poor woman was fucking peeing. But instead of the customary, unexplained rejection, Y/N wanted to hear reasons this time. She wanted to find out why she always gets pushed over for someone else, wanted to know if she could do something better, for crying out loud.

Usually, it’s the agent’s job to tell an actor all the reasons why they were wrong for the role, but she doesn’t even have an agent anymore because, as it bitterly turns out, everyone stops fucking caring about you if you haven’t worked in over two years. For once, though, she wanted some goddamn feedback.

The casting director’s response?

“Look Y/N, every director I work with says, ‘Get me someone I don’t know. Someone I haven’t seen. I want a girl who’s real.’ That’s when I bring you in, so they can see that they don’t actually want the thing they think they want. It’s 1985. Everyone wants Jane fucking Fonda. I’m sorry, honey… But listen, I have some experimental projects in the Valley, if you’re interested. Would you consider doing erotica?”

So, fucking porn. That’s where she’s at with her life.

Defeatedly, Y/N leaves the casting office in West Hollywood once more and gets swallowed by the city’s filth, lost between hellfire and demons. No matter what she does, she never feels like it’s enough. Each audition, you throw yourself against the wall and hope, this time, it’ll stick. It’s an endless game, a gamble of hope – hope isn’t an infinite resource, though, and hers is running out.

Y/N likes getting tortured. That’s the conclusion she’s come to. And because she seems to thrive on torment, she joins her best friend Joanna for a Jazzercise class – aka a room full of toned women in leotards, sweatbands, and leg warmers. The two friends have known each other since middle school and have done everything together since then, including their move to the big city. Joanna is a blonde bombshell who immediately got a role on a popular soap until she quit acting and had a baby a couple of months ago. Now, she’s a housewife and mother in Pasadena while her husband brings home the money.

Y/N loves Joanna, but admittedly, the blonde sometimes makes her feel small and insecure. She doesn’t have the big tits, the perfect curves, or the shiny hair. Jo has always been more successful than her in every aspect of their respective lives, the friendly competition leaving Y/N, more often than not, with a bad aftertaste in her mouth. She constantly tries to keep her envy in check, though, even when the blonde’s boobs exploded during their freshman year of high school. Simply put: Joanna is a sparkling diamond, while Y/N feels like a dirty lump of coal next to her.

The cheer captain versus the theater geek.

“You know, I’d actually do porn if it had a good story. Like, Shakespeare porn,” Y/N half-heartedly jokes as the women change in the locker room after their class.

Jo arches an eyebrow at her, the smile on her lips a bit condescending. “C’mon, Y/N, would you actually do porn, though? You hate being naked in front of people.”

“Things have changed since you disappeared,” Y/N shrugs her shoulders, her voice laced with rebellion, and purposely changes out of her leotard in front of her friend to drive the point home. She also tries not to sound too bitter about the fact that the blonde basically abandoned her after getting married and pushing a human out of her vagina. She knows her jealousy is silly. It’s just part of life. That’s how it goes. It wasn’t always going to be them vs. the world forever.

“I didn’t disappear. I had a baby,” Jo retorts on cue before her face lights up with an insane amount of excitement. “Which you could too! Then we’d both have babies.”

“Great idea,” Y/N snorts sarcastically and slips into her sneakers, playfully musing, “Who of the guys I randomly fuck would make a good baby daddy, huh? The alcoholic I met at the farmer’s market or the depressed stand-up with a heroin addiction?”

Jo sits down on the bench next to her and conspiratorially leans closer. “Can I tell you something that I realized recently?”

Y/N gives her a raised look that borders on amused. “What?”

The blonde has been a bit of a postpartum mess these days. It’s the lack of sleep and the fact that her boobs won’t stop leaking. Also, her kid is a biter.

“When I first was cast on Paradise Bay, I was thrilled, okay? I mean, it was so exciting, remember? And then they put me in that year-long coma, and I was just lying there in this hospital bed, feeling powerless. And then when season three came, and they graduated me to that wheelchair with that blanket–”

“I’m sorry… Is this going somewhere?” Y/N interrupts her because the last thing she needs to hear today is another one of Joanna’s success stories.

“I’m getting there,” Jo frowns and continues straightaway, “Anyways, I was so relieved when Sam asked me to marry him and told me to stop working. He was right. It was completely ridiculous. Why would I do this to myself, you know? I swear to God getting pregnant and written off that show was the best decision I ever made,” she tells her enthusiastically.

Y/N just twitches her shoulders and ignores the guilt that’s bubbling in her gut. “Well, we’re different people. I choose work. I can have a baby once I win an Oscar.”

Jo lets out a deep sigh, “But you’re not even working, Y/N. Don’t you wanna be happy and have a family?”

“Of course I do.” Y/N’s not sure that answer is the whole truth. She knows she’s supposed to want the supportive husband, the cute kids, and the white picket fence, but all those things come with the end of your career. She’s not ready to give up and pay that price yet. She wants to make it on her own first, not needing a hero to save her like some damsel in distress. “‘Sides, don’t I need a boyfriend for starters? Isn’t that how it works?”

“Oh, it’s not that complicated,” Jo huffs and rolls her eyes dismissively. “Just pick the first nice guy with money you find. It’s what I did. I mean, Sam is a complete idiot and so out of my league, but it works,” she shrugs. “Why don’t you come visit me in Pasadena sometimes if you miss me so much? I called you like a million times in the last few weeks.”

“I know,” Y/N groans in response and finishes buttoning her blouse, swallowing the giant lump of shame in her throat. “It’s so far away,” she excuses, even though it’s another white lie. A big one, this time.

Jo tilts her head at her, but Y/N knows the wrinkles on the blonde’s brow are not out of concern. It’s pity. She’s seen that look all her life. “Y/N, are you okay? ‘Cause you look sad and fucking depressing, honestly.”

“Thanks. But I’m fine,” she brushes her friend off with a bitter smile. “Just the usual, you know? I have $28 left to pay my bills, including rent, which is why I’ve been waitressing at that awful diner in Downey all week… Oh, and, uhm, I’ve eaten Honey Nut Cheerios for my last eight meals,” she lists off her miserable life and grabs her duffel bag, feigning the brightest grin, “But hey, I’m gonna do porn. Things are looking up.”

It’s late at night when Y/N returns to her rundown shoebox apartment. Her decorations include one dead plant and two ripped posters of Angela Lansbury and Barbra Streisand, respectively. It’s a sad affair, really.

Completely beat, she checks her fridge, which resembles an empty ice cave, except for that half-full box of cheap wine. Yeah, she can’t even afford to get drunk properly. The old mattress squeaks as she falls face-down on the bed and exhaustively snatches the rotary dial phone from her nightstand, only reaching her parents’ answering machine.

“Hey, Mom. It’s Y/N. I didn’t get the audition today either, but I’ll get another one soon. So, fingers crossed… again. But I was just wondering if you and Dad could maybe wire me some money? You know, just so I can pay my electricity bill and… eat food. I’m really sorry… I know I can’t keep asking you guys for money because I’m a grown-up now… but I swear it’s the last time, okay? And I’m aware I said that the last time, too… Anyways, love you. Call me back, please? Okay, thanks… Bye.”

Slamming the receiver onto the phone, she groans loudly and is close to screaming into her goddamn pillow. When did she become such a pathetic fucking loser?

Needless to say, she imagined her life would go a lot differently.

In the midst of her nervous breakdown, her ears then perk up at a strange noise, eyes darting warily to the window. There’s an audible jam of the lock, followed by the rustling of the yellowed blinds before a large hand pops through the crack.

Shit. Someone’s trying to break in.

Anxiously, she grabs the phone and holds it up like a weapon, her heart thrashing wildly in her ribcage, the sound ringing in her ears. Then, she bravely yells with a shaky voice, “Whoever you are, I have a knife in my hand and already called the cops!”

“Whoa, whoa… Y/N, it’s just me.” A young man’s head pokes through the window, raising his large palms with a chuckle.

Her shoulders slump, the tension of fear replaced with one of annoyance as she sighs half-heartedly in relief, recognizing the intruder. Y/N lowers her makeshift weapon, tossing it on the bed. “Oh my God! What the fuck are you doing here? Why are you climbing through my window? You can’t be here! Climb back out – now!”

“You said the last time that no one can find out about us, so I took that seriously,” he explains as he gaspingly pushes his tall body through the small opening. “Can’t you just be happy to see me, Y/N? It took some effort to come here and climb through that window, you know?” A charming laugh bounces off the thin, bare walls once he’s made it into her apartment and towers over her.

Y/N folds her arms over her chest and cocks an eyebrow, “You want credit for cheating on your wife?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes back a little, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Can we please not call it that?”

“What would you like me to call it? You’re married to someone and had sex with me,” she counters sternly. She absolutely doesn’t want him here. That man is only trouble and part of the reason why her life is so fucking shitty these days.

“Look, this isn’t normal behavior for me,” he shrugs innocently as if the madness can’t be helped and adds the softest puppy dog look. “I just-, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“So?! It was a huge fucking mistake!” There’s a sharp inhale of breath as she tries to gulp down the anger, guilt, and shame inside of her. “It happened weeks ago! You shouldn’t be here… It was a party. The drinks were free… I-I was feeling sorry for myself, and you took advantage of that.”

Quietly clearing his throat, he mumbles under his breath, “I think we both took advantage of that.” As he meets her gaze, his whiskey-colored orbs mirror the same guilt she feels.

Y/N places her hands on her hips with a deep exhale, her head bobbing as the words sink in and her head begins to spin. She knows he’s right. They’re both equally to blame, but it doesn’t change anything about her regrets. “Please leave. Go home to your family,” she begs him softly, too soft, not enough strength left to fight.

“You can’t just pull the plug on this. You and me. This is real,” he tells her, his hazel eyes boring into hers. “I think you’re the one, Y/N.”

“No, I’m not,” she stresses with a heavy shake of her head, fighting against the tears that prick her eyes and cloud her mind. “I’m nothing special.”

Pensively, he nods and licks his lips, a humorless chuckle escaping between them as he rubs his mouth and ponders, “I keep thinking about what you said to me that night… You know, how there are shiny people who have everything? And then there are people like us who have to go to parties with those people and watch them get their pictures taken. And it’s not fair... ‘Cause we deserve good things, too. We deserve attention and love and… sex.”

Silently staring at him for what feels like an eternity, her mind races a mile a minute as her heart shatters into a thousand sharp daggers that pierce through her skin and leave deep scars in their wake. And then, Y/N foolishly crashes her lips against his just to stop the goddamn pain in her chest.

What is there to say that even justifies any of this? She’s fucking weak.

The harsh sunbeams that fall on her face and blind her eyes announce another dreadful morning as she wakes with a pessimistic groan. The bed is cold and empty; the married guy is long gone, leaving right after the fuck.

Y/N is alone again – with nowhere to go.

Why did she do what she did? In all honesty, she can’t quite understand it herself, the truth too cruel and pathetic to accept it. The only positive thing she can find about her situation is that at least she can’t sink any lower than rock bottom. She’s certain she’s reached the depths of Hell at this point. Los Angeles mistakenly gets called the city of angels. Truthfully, though, it’s filled with devils who lure you to the dark side until you can’t even look in the mirror anymore without seeing a white line instead of your own goddamn reflection.

The funny thing, though? She’s never even been into drugs or booze or whatever bad habit you can catch in this city, like an STD. She has always worked her ass off and walked the straight and narrow. And for fucking what?

Y/N is definitely at her lowest of lows, but that also means there’s nowhere to go but up, right? And when the red light on her answering machine keeps blinking, her hope and good spirit return as she eagerly presses the button, restarting the endless cycle once more.  

“Y/N, this is Josie. I have an audition for you tomorrow. I’m not running it, but I thought of you. It’s in Watts. And it’s not porn... They’re looking for unconventional women, whatever the fuck that means… Oh, and uhm, if you ever ambush me in the restroom again, I’ll make sure you’re gonna be blacklisted on every casting call in Los Angeles. Are we clear? Anyways, good luck, honey!”

A loud scream echoes through the tiny apartment. Y/N can’t believe her fucking ears and jumps excitedly up and down when Josie’s message ends, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

The game is back on – and it’s not fucking porn.

2. Livin’ On A Prayer

Yikes! I think it’s fairly easy to guess who this mystery guy is, but let me know all your suspicions and gasps, anyways! 😉 And don’t worry. You’re getting plenty of Dean tomorrow (some would say too much Dean) 😎😈

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[rinadragomir]

So let's discuss Daisy/Matthew promised juicy🍑 moments in Chain of Thorns📝🕵️

Okay what we know is that Matthew is going to make a move on Daisy since she's trying to get over James(it's confirmed). Which sounds pretty logical cause 1) he's into her 2) she's single... like..married type of single but still 3) she finds him kinda hot at random times 4) they're pretty close

But I'm kinda worried about a few things which include: 1) timing 2) the toxic foundation of that 3) momentS?...

So let's clear this out: Cordelia doesn't owe anything to James, it's a fake marriage and trying to start a new relationship with a kind guy who cares about you - is a good way to get over someone. Cordelia x Matthew out of context - 🤌🏻 *crying(me)Jordelia fan sounds*

Now to my issues cause we actually have a context:

1) timing - right after (like literally 3-5 days) her dad's death; her losing Cortana, her being controlled by Lilith, her telling Matthew she's really in love with James, her heart being broken, her telling Matthew she sees him only as a friend🤨 During Daisy having nightmares and panic attacks. Right before her dad's funeral. It just seems too much and trying to make a move on her RIGHT NOW is kinda wrong.

So I see only one way for any "juicy moments" to happen: Cordelia should initiate the kiss🤷🏼 So it doesn't look like Matthew is using the opportunity of her being depressed, confused, rejected and wanting to be loved and cuddled...to give the kind of love she doesn't need from him right now.

But unfortunately it would lead us to the:

2) toxic foundation of that - CC made it clear that Daisy is truly in love with James.

Cordelia's aware of Mathew's beauty, she thinks about it at least twice during the first 2 books👀 but she doesn't even want to be in love with someone else. So we never saw her even thinking about him in a romantic way.

So if the kiss happens, and it will happen, it's because: a) she's really lonely and upset after being rejected/cheated on (that's what she believes) and she wants to feel loved b) she feels sorry for Matthew, like he's a wet little kitten and he's so adorable and fragile and she doesn't want to upset him.

Which is also bad cause she's in love with the other guy and she's not able to truly respond to his feelings🤷🏼which is not a problem without a context, like ... He's not 12, they can talk and he can get over her, since it wasn't actually serious in the first place.

But again, we actually have a context: Matthew's in a bad place right now. He's still drinking tho he's trying to hide it. And if he really stopped just because Daisy asked - it's fucked up, cause it'd help him only during his "romantic euphoria". First problem- he drinks again. And it's like he shifts the responsibility for his well-being to Cordelia He sees a relationship with Cordelia as the way to fix all his problems, to actually heal and maybe even fight alcoholism. Cordelia was the first person he opened his secret to and he confuses the feeling of relief, gratitude and euphoria of being accepted the way you are with romantic love🥲

Which is obviously not how the healing works. He needs to be honest with someone else, to fix his relationship with the family AND to get serious medical and psychological help☝🏻And kisses with Cordelia won't help, it can only fuck everything up, cause he can end up in even worse place after James and Cordelia confess their feelings for each other and we know they will.

3) juicy momentS - 🧐🤨🙂🙃👀👁️👁️ Cassie bestie.... I— listen I just wrote an essay about why the first kiss is a mistake😮‍💨 Should I explain how Matthew is gonna feel after juicy momentS when he's back in London and James and Cordelia are officially together/at least confess their true feelings? Should I also explain the level of guilt Daisy will have to deal with after she understands that she gave Matthew hope only to break it into pieces? 🙂like father's death, broken heart, Cortana, Lilith weren't enough 🙂

Now your turn guys, I'm really curious about your opinion, be honest! But not too honest, don't hurt my feelings🙇🏼‍♀️

#chain of thorns #chot #matthew fairchild #cordelia carstairs #james herondale #tsc #tlh #the last hours #cassadra clare

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas! i love your blog sm, not only your blog but you as a person so much.

i hope i am not bothering you by asking this but i seriously don't know who else to ask.

so there's this girl at my school, my classmate. like we are not besties to say but she is a really good friend, sometimes when my bestfriend and her bestfriend don't show up to class we sit together and sometimes all four of us sit together. we have short convos like talking about our interests, animes, her drawing passion and all. so to say we are might not be super close but we are good friends.

today she told me that she likes me and came out to me - i am really happy for her mustering the courage to let it out, she told me how no one other than her older sister knows, not even her best friend.

on the instant she told me this, she panicked, to say. she was like "i am so sorry if it spooked you" "i just had to say it" "you can defo reject me..i didn't want to burden you" "my god why am i saying this...pls i hope our friendship doesn't change" she didn't let me say a word, she was getting so anxious. and without listening to me she left.

and now i don't know what to do, i feel really horrible ik how hard it must have been for her in first place, to come out to me, the only other person. she let her be vulnerable and confided in me.

but i am straight. no no i am not homophobic at all (i am literally in this fandom, forget about fandom i am proudly a lgbt)

but i never felt any attraction to females.

uh..man i don't want to make her sad. i can't and i don't want this to be complicated bw us. i don't want her to be heartbroken. i don't want her to regret coming out to me.

what should i do?

should i date her? (i have never been grossed out with w/w relationship but before this i never saw myself in one) i don't want her to be heartbroken..how can i ever tell her i'm straight.

i don't know... can a straight person like me date her? i really want a advice. if you say i should, i promise i won't be breaking her heart..i have always for me seen me in a single relation with someone and giving them all the love but i never saw a fem as my s/o cause im staright.

will i catch feelings overtime? will i be able to love her?

pls..guide me what should i do.

[ i hope what i meant to say was understandable. english isn't my first lang so forgive me for any mistakes ]

Hi love! <3

So it seems like you're pretty adamant that you're not attracted to girls. If you're sure about that, then:

Please, please, do not date this girl if you don't like her. That's not fair to her OR you! You can't just....find feelings that don't exist. And it's not fair to bring her hopes up.

(Now, that isn't to say that maybe you never considered dating women, and not you're considering it, and it sounds cool. But if it does NOT sound cool. If you are straight? Don't do it.)

You need to be honest with her. Sit her down and give her the respect she deserves. Tell her, "I really value our friendship, and I am so honored that you trusted me enough to come out to me. I want you to know that I don't just you at ALL for being LGBTQIA+. But I'm not, and I don't want to pretend to be, because it would just be hurtful, in the end. I think you're really cool, but I'm just not attracted to girls."

Trust me, being truthful will be much better in the long run. Sure, she'll be disappointed. But your sexuality isn't personal, and if you are kind and honest and accepting with her? That's still a much better coming-out story than a lot of people. Trust me.

And after? Try not to make it awkward. Don't treat her differently. But don't force something that isn't there. It'll just end up in someone getting hurt.

Hope that helps!

<3

#ask #asks #ask cas

[hyunsvngs]

So I hope this is a safe space to rant. I just need to get this out to someone and this seems like the place to do it.

I have never had sex with another human being where I have cum by the other person. I’m pretty limited on my consensual experiences, but still most have just been the worst. I do have a thing going with my best friend and we’re just taking a minute to figure out what works. Unfortunately it is incredibly hard to make me finish and I’m terrible at explaining the right way to do it.

But my biggest issue is actually my experience with my piss kink. My all time biggest kink is and always will be piss. It was first introduced to me by my high school boyfriend. It started with him holding me close to him anytime one of us had to pee and saying we should just stay together and piss. I always thought it was a joke though. Until one day at my parents lake house he suggested us finding a private place for him to piss on me. I was confused by it but I’ve never been one to kink shame, so I agreed. I have never felt more beautiful, more sexy, more special, or more loved than I did in that moment. I’m a very insecure person, but in that moment I felt like perfection. Since our breakup I have found one person who was comfortable with this kink. Everything we did together was bad except for the piss. That was when I experienced letting it get into my mouth. I came very close to cumming without any stimulation.

But other than those two people any friend or sexual partner that I’ve brought this up to has made me feel so bad about it. Calling me fucked up and disgusting. Don’t get me wrong when said in the right tone “my disgusting little fucked up slut” is the best thing to hear. But these people are intentionally putting me down. Striking it off as weird before I can even explain how the kink makes me feel.

So now I’m like extremely insecure about this kink, and literally the only way I can somewhat satisfy my desires is by your fanfics and an occasional good porn video.

Side not about the whole sleeping with my bestie thing. One of her only big No’s is excrement, so piss is off the table with her. She has stopped making fun of me at my request, but I still low key feel like she judges.

So I guess my question is, how do you go about introducing this to people without getting shot down so horribly? How do you deal with the rejection?

Another thing people judge me for is my nose kink. I have no fucking idea why, but other than a phat ass the sexiest feature of a person is a big nose. When I tell you that I drip just from looking at Chan’s face because of how perfect his nose is, oh my fucking god. But people make me feel so bad about it.

Anywho that’s my rant. I feel a bit better.

I put another anon ask out recently where I brought up the idea of Chan coming home to you in the shower and inviting himself in for some piss fun time. If it wasn’t of good taste, I understand. Just a little fantasy.

I also asked if 🥃anon was available. Is it? I’m a dark liquor girlie so that’s my favorite emoji

Anyway, love you and everything you post bestie

I literally check this page everyday

hi friend!! so i'm so sorry to hear you haven't had a good time with sex :( before i respond to everything i want to say i do still have your previous ask in my inbox!! i had planned to respond to it soon and yes 🥃 is definitely free <3

firstly please do not feel as though you should be ashamed for this kink. trust me there is a lot worse out there lol and as long as they're consensual who cares! you're not forcing anyone into trying this with you, you're just being open about what you're into. that's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.

secondly in terms of introducing it to other people, i would personally wait until a topic about sex came up with the other person and maybe slide in a little "oh, what are you into in bed?". i think a LOT of people are into piss and just don't want to say it either (further reinforced when i started writing about piss here and so many ate it up). in terms of dealing with rejection, i think it's just a sort of thing like ah, okay, ygm? like not everyone's into choking. not everyone's into bdsm. it is exactly the same with piss! not everyone's into it, and some people are, and that's okay.

i really hope you feel more accepted soon. this is always a safe safe place for kinks and piss in general so please do not ever feel afraid to come here and rant to me <3

#juno’s asks ♡ #🥃 anon 💌 #PISS! #sex talks with juno!!

[ddoxhan]

brave

I was always a step behind you, but let me take another to be with you.

word count : 1.2k words

genre : fluff, slight angst; yizhuo being the greatest gift in your life but you're not sure whether she feels the same; gn!reader

tw : profanities (a few)

status : one-shot; pt 2/2; part 1

a/n : may everyone be brave for their love :3 enjoy !!

"ayo, what's up?"

you were chilling and doing your assignment at one of the study areas before someone took the seat in front of you.

"assignments as usual, what answer did you anticipate from a college student?"

"the sky?"

your dear friend's response had you whip your head up from your papers to give her a 'done' look.

"what? you're welcome for letting you experience my humor."

"another day of reminding me that you and yizhuo are besties for a reason."

chuckling as you heard yizhuo's voice in your head, the girl in front of you begged to differ.

"hey, that lil shit better show herself soon cause she stole my bag of chips yesterday."

"as far as I know, your lil shit is still in class and she'll be here in some time."

noticing the slight change in minjeong's eyes, you can only pray for yizhuo's soul since the girl is serious about her food. and you were right with how she was willing to wait here for her victim to show up.

"but one thing."

minjeong caught your attention, giving her your fullest.

"what does ning mean to you?"

"…"

you couldn't speak, more like you didn't know what to speak. it's been a while since you realized you saw yizhuo as more than a friend. however, what the person you liked felt was unknown to you.

"I know you really do like her, but keeping it to yourself really isn't gonna do good for both of you."

you'd continue hurting yourself, and she'd continue to stay single and be available to everyone out there."

not knowing how the conversation came to this point (simply forgetting that you two talked about this a few days ago), you could only close your eyes and imagine the worst scenarios possible if you do confess your feelings.

you won't lie, you were afraid of what the confession would do. the consequences you have to bear for your actions and the consequences you made yizhuo bear with your actions. you were so sure that she would reject you, not even letting yourself breathe in the slight hope there is.

she has so many people around her, being the social butterfly she is. she's lovable, responsible, caring and every nice adjective out there that can describe how amazing she is. yizhuo was so amazing, you felt you didn't deserve her. as your girlfriend, as yours.

"let me ask you. what do you think is gonna hurt more? a love not returned or a love left untold?"

it was like minjeong smacked you behind your head, she gave you your answer as you were too blinded with all the fixed possibilities you think would turn out to be facts. if you don't tell her how you feel, will you ever know that she would return them?

"thanks minjeong, and I need to borrow your bestie for the time being."

and you ran off, ran to yizhuo's class as it had just ended. you needed to get her, the sooner the better because your heart was beating too fast, from both the running and the confession you were about to do.

from afar, you could see her figure walking towards your direction when you made the turn. she didn't expect for you to come all the way to her class as it was quite a distance from where you were at.

"what are you doing here?"

"I have something to say, but can we go somewhere else?"

dragging her along by her wrist, you didn't give her time to process everything that was happening. when you found yourselves at the campus garden, you stopped to look at her eyes, taking in the galaxy you swore could have you staring at them for hours.

silence engulfed the air around you two, soft ambience of the wind accompanying it. yizhuo felt slightly flustered from your heated gaze, the floor suddenly a lot more interesting than the person in front of her.

"ning yizhuo, my eyes are up here."

"what do you wanna tell me?"

"…"

you brought her up here but it was your turn to stay silent. before you said 'f*ck it' under your breath.

"I like you."

yizhuo's big doe eyes just widened even more when she heard those three words from your mouth.

"ever since that school festival back when we were 15, I fell for you when we were under the fireworks.

"actually, you know what. I don't like you, I love you."

"I love you, ning yizhuo."

the said girl froze in her spot like a statue. you couldn't read her mind, for once you actually couldn't see through what was behind that look on her face. but you did know that this was it. there was no turning back or taking back what you've said and you two could become strangers after this.

you didn't want to let you feelings just stay the way it was minutes ago. untold, unknown, unrequited. a chance was all you needed, it was there already since the day you fell for her. just that, you were too much of a coward to confess. and her too.

"I love you too."

that unreadable expression loosened to a relieved one, it was as if she had been waiting for you to say it.

"I'm sorry you had to be the brave one."

"wait, you like me also?"

"umm, more than that? I literally said I love you."

"hold up, let me process this."

"maybe this would help."

and before you knew it, something soft planted on your lips. ning yizhuo was kissing you. NING YIZHUO. KISSING. YOU. as if your unattended desires took over your body and mind, you returned it to her. deep and passionate, you poured whatever feelings that you had kept under her radar into that kiss.

although it was a public area on campus, none of you could care, not when the confession was overdue for years. pda was the last thing on your head as you pulled her waist against yours, feeling the intimacy burning you up.

it wasn't lust, but compassion for each other. you would love to do this all day but your cardio was on the ground as you leave her lips first. yizhuo was flushed and so were you.

"that was.. hot..."

"agreed..."

as you shared eye contact, it was as if you and her understood whatever that had been pressed deep down all this time. words weren't needed, and it amazed you.

"so, girlfriend?"

she raised her brow at you with the 'are you serious' face. well, you couldn't help but confirm it as this very moment feels like a dream that you don't wanna wake up from.

"are you slow or are you dumb? of course!"

an awkward laugh left your swollen lips from the kiss (or make out at this point). holding out your hand, yizhuo took it in hers as you two make it back to where you ran from and letting her know minjeong was waiting for her.

"is it because of the chips cause if it is, I'm out of here."

"chillax, if she does anything, you have me, don't you?"

"you've got a point. I guess we can go and see if my gal's still mad or not."

and again, the conversation went on as usual. knowing each other for so long, comfortable was the word for the relationship but the butterflies never died. for you as well as yizhuo.

the day where you could call ning yizhuo your girlfriend finally came, and it was because you were brave for your love.

#ningning #ning yizhuo #winter #kim minjeong #aespa #aespa fluff #aespa angst #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #aespa x reader #ningning x reader

[hidefdoritos]

Logging back on just to dump out thoughts about a bunch more work and life stuff.

Again, at work, there are 6 managers on my shift. Varying degrees of competence and likability, but I'm for sure on good terms with each of them. We also just recently lost their boss, "Tyler," a man who couldn't find his own nose in the dark. He quit and joined a pyramid scheme. Literally nobody is mad about it.

I have one manager, who I'll call Jeff, who is my biggest cheerleader for sure. He's been trying to get me on seasonal full-time. According to him last night, the admins (a group of people who collectively have their heads so far up their own behinds that they've never seen the light of day) have decided not to offer seasonal full time after all. None of the other managers had heard it yet, though.

I don't know if that means Jeff has a better line in, or if they're giving him the run-around. He's sick of the run-around too. He said, verbatim, "If I had my way, you'd already be full time, you could set your own schedule, and you could show up and do whatever the f--- you want." High praise indeed.

I have a mentor manager, who I'll call Kristy. Her daughter is my age, so she's always had a soft spot for me. Not like she has many rough spots anyway. Kristy elected to not try to win Tyler's position. "I don't want that level of responsibility," she said. I like that she's in a place where she's happy. She lost a parent earlier this year and sometimes I can still see a weight on her shoulders.

I have a frenemy manager, who I'll call Sara. Sara is "just hanging around until she runs this place." She knows how to suck up to the admits. She runs a mean newbie orientation class. I've also watched her be functionally useless in emergency situations and she truly doesn't care if people outside her department live or die. The sad part is I think she's a fine person outside of work, probably. We can talk and joke around. I like her fine when she's not my boss. I don't trust her. I know she went for Tyler's position. She wasn't there last night to confirm. I hope she didn't get it. Then again, I also don't want her directly managing real human beings, so she might be good over the managers.

I have a bestie manager, who I'll call Landon, because that's now becoming my code name for everyone in my life with one particular real name. (Same one who watched me pick up a hundred-pound box and said, in reverence, "You just scared me, CJ" which made me glow for like a week.) (Once, also, I was missing a choir rehearsal for work, and said that my director probably wanted to kill me a little bit. Landon observed, "At least he only wants to kill you a little bit," and I said, "Yeah, well, I only want to die a little bit!" Landon lost it. Jeff (mid-40s?) looked very concerned, which made both of us laugh harder.)

Landon tried for Tyler's position. I was really truly rooting for him to get it. Landon can run the place blindfolded and is genuinely nice to everyone. He compliments everyone's work and shows a belief in our abilities that does us credit. But, after work, he saw that Tyler's position was reposted to the company site. That could mean that none of the managers got promoted and they're looking for an external hire now. Or it could mean that an admin screwed up. Praying so hard for the latter. If it's the former, the admins didn't even have the courtesy to send a rejection email.

[Past child abuse tw for this section. Skip to the three big stars.] I did something so brave last night, something that past me would never have done. Landon has been doing one particular thing that makes my life way harder. Every time I report an equipment defect or something that isn't working well, he says, "Stop breaking s--t!" This is his pat response to everyone, for everything broken, because he can commit to a bit. However, I...well, I have history. Breaking things and being blamed for things are both pretty big triggers. Which I am working on. But it's happened quite a few times now, last night included.

I looped back around to him later when manager Tony (an IRL NPC) wasn't around. I asked a question about reporting broken equipment, and then said, "Hey, can I have a moment?" As best as I can recall, verbatim, I said, "This is not your fault; I'm not mad at you; just one thing. Please quit blaming me for breaking stuff."

His head dropped down but I could see him smiling, that sort of you-know-I-don't-mean-it look. But I continued. "I...grew up getting beat for breaking stuff. So I don't exactly..."

His expression went from come on to oh s--t pretty quickly. "Oh. I'm really sorry about that."

"It's okay. I don't exactly lead with that fun fact when I introduce myself."

"Yeah, but still, I'm sorry. I--"

"--It's okay--"

"I will stop."

"Yeah. Thanks!"

"I'm so sorry you've had to deal with that," he was saying, but I was already turned to walk away because that was overwhelming as heck. I sorta waved it off in the it doesn't matter way that you do when you just talked about trauma out of nowhere.

"I need to be more mindful," I heard him add before I was out of earshot.

Not my clearest communication, not my bravest standing my ground, but I think it was just fine for the situation. If it was almost anyone else, I would've kept sucking it up. But it hurts. And he's also my friend. And I trust him with that information. And it's not like he knew, so I didn't want to bite his head off about it. It didn't need to be a big deal. It took less than a minute to deal with. And it took ALL of my bravery. But I did it. And I didn't die. And now I have this as an anchor point for the next time that I need to tell a person to not do a thing.

Also, even for the rest of the night, he didn't look at me or talk to me one bit different. I'm almost crying just thinking about it. The love shown when people know I'm damaged but don't treat me any differently--I need to lie down.

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I ended up stuck for quite a while with some paperwork snags about adjusting my schedule for holiday season/semester break. But the managers let me hang out in their office. I filled out the paperwork, hung around for a bit, asked about another thing, waited as Jeff checked some things for me, ate a muffin, and then just hung around on the clock. They all but directly invited me to do so. They value me enough to let me get an extra hour for almost nothing.

During the hour, Landon talked to me about Tyler. Apparently last week, Tyler called him up and tried to recruit him to his pyramid scheme. Could barely articulate what the company is selling, but was talking a lot about how you earn points and they're a big reward to you. Landon told him directly that it's a pyramid scheme and Tyler just doesn't see it, I guess.

I explained my favorite concept (modified from some tumblr post somewhere) to Landon. "See, the problem I find with pyramid schemes is that they concentrate all the money in the top percentage of users. That means most people are losing money. What I think is that if you bring everyone in on the top tier of profits, they all make money. Which is why I'm starting a pyramid scheme that sells pyramid scheme starter kits. That way we bring everyone in at the highest level and ensure their ROI--"

Landon cut me off devastatingly: "Ok Tyler."

I don't know exactly what my face did, but I have NEVER seen fear enter somebody's eyes that fast. His face puckered. Which made me laugh it off, which made him laugh. Of course he knows I'm not going to harm him, but still. The power is going to my head.

Landon also gave me some bonus employee rewards points. And asked me if I'd talked to Tyler after he screwed me over (no; I spent those last two weeks rehearsing "I hope your new position suits you well" as the one polite sentence just in case) and if he'd talked to me (no; the one time we walked toward each other, he crossed the aisle to avoid me). Also, this past week, Landon got a wrong number text for a "Samantha," and so Logan replied, "Oh, Sam changed her number" and gave the person Tyler's number. I laughed and laughed. Then was like, "Oh, you're just going to be giving it out to random telemarketers and signing him up for stuff." Landon's eyes lit up and he pulled out his phone and dictated a note: "Sign--Tyler--up--for--random--and--inappropriate--stuff." I'm glad that I don't have Tyler's number, email, or anything. I would've subscribed him to everything under the sun.

We all together talked about our pets. Landon has a cat. I wonder if it's fluffy. I'm thinking about Landon kind of a lot for someone who doesn't date coworkers.

I let everyone know that I want to get on track for tuition reimbursement as SOON as the paperwork gets sorted out. And that if my $5k doesn't come through, I'm quitting. Period.

I hope so hard that I don't have to follow through on that threat. I really like this job. It would suck massively to leave a job that's so satisfying with people who I care about so much. And honestly I probably wouldn't fully leave. But I'd be getting a second job at another warehouse place in town with tuition benefits, because I can't do this. The Purple Arrow Freight Company admins have already screwed me out of a trainer position and maybe out of a seasonal full-time position. If they screw me out of $5k I'm not dealing with this anymore.

All my managers are on my side. Hopefully they're able to pull some strings with the admins (without rendering themselves obnoxious, because the admins can also fire them). They know I'm an awesome worker, and additionally, they love me. They don't want to lose me because the admins are dumb.

#child abuse tw #abuse tw #abuse mention #moss is employed #EdFex #moss's musings

[alistairlowes]

aoud live reread part2 where we are sad

no but gotta love how they all forgive reid just like that even though he fucked them all up but sure let's kill alistair fuck him he is way worse 🙄

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gavin to alistair while torturing a person:

“You’re not doing this alone.”

and they say romance is dead

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"Self-sabotage or not, Alistair was starting to realize he did like boys."

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"He’d insulted Gavin. Fought him. Hated him. And yet, he realized he wanted him, a moth drawn to a lantern even knowing it would burn."

lines that altered my brain chemistry

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“In a different story, would we still have been enemies?”

“Does it matter?”

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Yet even as Alistair strode outside, he tossed several glances at his shoulder, hoping—recklessly—that Gavin would follow.

He didn’t.

HE SHOULD HAVE. can't blame him tho neither of them can read emotions for shit

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“Gav?” Alistair’s voice rasped through the dark. She hadn’t realized that he and Gavin were on a nickname basis.

bestie i wish you knew

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"He knew exactly how he felt about Alistair, and after all the time they’d spent together he’d thought—maybe foolishly—that Alistair might feel the same way. But he didn’t even know if Alistair liked boys."

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and fuck grieve family too.

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"Alistair had asked him who they’d be, in a different story. He wondered for the first time if they could have one. If they could truly acknowledge what was happening to the tournament. To Hendry. Between each other."

I AM ILLLL

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i would kill to get hendry's pov of what it's like looking at these two oblivious idiots

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"Instead, he’d opted for a subtler strategy, targeting Alistair’s greatest weakness: his heart."

we cannot keep doing thissss

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“Do you hear yourself right now? Gavin doesn’t want to kill you. If anything, he—”

LET HIM SPEAK LET THE MAN SPEAAAK

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“I don’t want to be another thing that haunts you, Al.”

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alistair on his little murder spree

hendry:

alistair about to kill his boyfriend

hendry: okay that's enough

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"He couldn’t stop thinking about Alistair’s hand on his cheek. The rage on his face. He’d wanted Alistair to touch him like that for so long that it had hardly mattered to him if it was the last thing he ever felt."

when i tell you they make me ill i mean it

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“You can’t kill my brother. You like him too much.”

and there it is <3

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“Dying is the only thing I was ever supposed to do.”

shhhh. no

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honestly hendry parts always get me because as fun as these books are this is actually v fucked up and it's making me sad

"I—I don’t want to die knowing that everything I’ve suffered through meant nothing.”

😭🔫

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“When I escape, I’ll kill him. I’ll make his blood boil in his veins. I’ll skewer him upon a stake and leave him for the crows to feast on. I’ll fashion myself a crown out of his bones.”

why is he like this

“You’re too late,” Alistair told him. “I’ve long descended into madness.”

“It’s been fourteen hours.”

CRYING

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"I always do this to myself. I get these … twisted thoughts about whoever is close to me.”

i was gonna say he is so relatable because i too fall in love with anyone nice to me but ok he is self aware

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“Stay,” Alistair whispered. “Please.”

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“I’m sorry,” Alistair said. His first good thing, and he was terrified of it. Terrified that Gavin would reject it—or worse, twist it. Whatever Alistair felt for Gavin, whether it was genuine or a symptom of self-sabotage, he didn’t need Gavin to return it. But Alistair didn’t know how he’d go forward if he didn’t have someone to believe in him. And he wanted that someone to be Gavin.

SCREAMING

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"Isobel couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment when Reid had earned her forgiveness, but he had."

they are like great and all but it's funny how she forgave him when he got her into the tournament and fucking kidnapped her and not alistair who did all he did by accident cuz he dumb 😭

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alistair's curse is becoming white haired anime boy ☠️

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"Gavin remembered how Alistair had crumpled into his arms in the courtyard; how he’d felt so fragile there, as though all the villainous armor he’d so carefully constructed had fallen away. Gavin had known at that moment it no longer mattered to him what they’d done to each other. He still wanted this. Wanted Al. But after a lifetime of Gavin pushing his desires aside, he had no idea how to approach something so important."

THEY ARE SO CAREFUL WITH EACHOTHER I CAN'T

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"Gavin regretted bringing up the fan club earlier, if only because he now suspected he’d accidentally become its president."

no that's me actually sorry

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“I’m sorry you had the world’s worst first kiss,” he said. “You deserved something better.”

“I think you could argue I deserved exactly what I got,” Alistair murmured.

“We both know that’s not true.”

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briony saying how she wants chips when this is all over... well... WELL...

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“Do you know how this looks? Like I’m some kind of freak mastermind, manipulating everyone behind the scenes.”

“But isn’t that kind of the truth?”

literally 🤡

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alistair saying he didn't use the ring to save gavin's life even though he knew it would kill him even tho he didn't want to do it for whole of 2 books because it was his brother's life he is just so full of shit i love him sm :')

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“I’m sorry,” Gavin forced out, over and over, as though he’d somehow failed Alistair after being the only person beside his brother who’d stayed with him, who’d believed in him despite everything he’d done."

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"After everything he’d gone through, one thing remained unchanged: He’d always want what he’d never have."

AAAAAAAAGGGGXGDHHDHD. this chapter makes me so mentally ill i'm sorry

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"And if his enemy’s lips were the last, fatal touch Alistair ever felt, then so be it. He would gladly welcome his demise."

THEY ARE SO FUCKING SICK FOR WRITING THIS LINE

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alistair: how did you know kissing me would break the curse?? 😳

gavin who just wanted to kiss him:

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noah fence but two of them making out on a grass next to a corpse is the single best scene ever written idgaf no one will ever match this

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“You’re the only good thing I have left. So I want to try and make this work, if you do.”

🥺🥺🥺

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gavin is a good brother and a bigger person than me because if i had to pick between running away with alistair or staying to take care of my brother girl i'd be out so fast ☠️

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as long as alistair is happy ❤️

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okay done damn what the fuck am i suppose to do now

#aoud #aouv #val reads #idk what to do now i'll miss them a lot :') #these books were seriously highlight of my year #and i liked them more as books than audio that might have been a little too dramatic for me #and yeah it still has flaws but idgaf actually i had fun which is literally all that matters #all of us villains

[pappydaddy]

Ohh totally the writers regressed Steve's entire development to be solely Nancy's love interest again. His other relationships suffered so much, especially the one with Dustin. He seemed so angry with being paired up with him it was so ooc. Like it's actually criminal that we got a Eddie and Dustin hug before Steve and Dustin, like wth.

Even his relationship with Robin was watered down to push for Stancy. I still stand by the fact that Robin should have been the one who jumped in first to save Steve, but then Eddie wouldn't have given his true love speech to Steve later. And Robin actually pushing Nancy to persue Steve, while being Steve's bestie and probably knowing how fucked up he was after the breakup. The writers don't see heaven for this I'm afraid. Robin needs to talk some sense into him, like please.

I'm so mad at the writers, I hope they look through fan reactions and see that 80% of the fandom doesn't want this kinda shit. Plus it's so fucking unfair to both characters. Steve got rejected twice there at the end and he was clearly hurt, if he takes her back after all the shit Nancy put him through (cheating, calling him bs and making him insecure about his intelligence) what kinda message is this for his character? Like does he really feel so insecure about himself, so worthless that he doesn't think he deserves better??? Or worse if the writers kill him off for Nancy I'm gonna commit a crime if they do that.

And Nancy deserves an arc that isn't centered around guys, let her be single and move away to persue her dream career. Nancy won't ever be the perfect woman for Steve to carry his 6 kids, she said herself in season one. I fucking hate how they ended s4 with setting up Nancy cheating on Jonathan in s5 like she did with Steve in s2. Plus most likely not even facing any repercussions for her behavior because the show excuses any mistake so idk she gets a fee pass for anything really. I tried to like her but after s2 I just can't bring myself, the only scenes where I truly started to appreciate her more were the ones with Robin tbh.

My dream dynamics or hope for s5. Steve and Robin plus party all together fighting evil monsters. We deserve Steve and El interactions, Steve comforting Dustin and Lucas. Plus for once let him actually display feelings, I want to see him grieve Max and feeling guilty for not being the protector like he thought he was. Plus the arc I hoped for s4, realizing he doesn't need romantic love, he already has a family rn and that friendships can make you just as happy. Like I really thought for vol2 he would finally move on and come to that realization but instead we got a love confession.

Nancy and Jonathan can do their investigation shit, stay far away from the group like they always do every season and talk about their feelings like mature adults they claim to be. Like the Duffers talked about s1 pairings definitely Jancy was together for 80% of the time despite Nancy dating Steve so please just go back to that lol.

Sorry this was kinda long, but every time I see Stancy content or discussions I get once again so angry at like everything. We could have so much better but nope.

Obx anon

oh my gosh! it's great to see you again obx anon! how have you been lovely?

i agree with you full-heartedly! i loved nancy in season one and (a little less bc of the steve situation) in season 2, but in season 3 i liked her again because her storylines were something other than conflicted feelings for a boy. in season one, the writers were laying the seeds for nancy and jonathan (even tho they had jonathan take pictures of her???) so they had her dating steve as a way for her to break free of the good girl in the suburbs mentality. this is seen with her losing her virginity, going to the party, shotgunning, etc. they used the relationship with steve to give her character depth and create a change within her.

then in season 2 she ruined steve which allowed for steve's character growth. this growth had the kids involved with it. steve went from king steve to momma steve and that was because of the kids. even in season 3 when he only had dustin and erica with him, he was still momma steve. then he started chucking fireworks at the mind flayer and he was momma steve saving el because he had the kids.

there was no momma steve content in season 4. it was annoyed and borderline king steve content. i hated that scene where he tried to go with nancy and he was visibly annoyed that he had to go with dustin. like i was excited for some steve and dustin content - i look forward to steve and dustin content. on top of that, there was no robin and steve.

everything with steve was so ooc in season 4. i also hate how it seems like they are trying to make the viewers hate nancy. she doesn't seem to be someone who it whishy-washy, yet, every other season she is unsure of her relationship.

but, i did read natalia agreed that robin and nancy would be a good pair and that it would be cool to see that relationship. i feel like that would also explain why nancy seems to jump between steve and jonathan. she seems to be drawn to any guy that is showing any form of affection/romantic interest to her regardless of her relationship status. so, maybe (and i am just brainstorming here), what if she doesn't have romantic feelings towards steve or jonathan? what if she feels like because they like her and she is a girl and they are boys, she should like them and date them?

but, back to canon. i was also upset that there seemed to be no resolution in the two-day jump of any of this. nancy can break up with jonathan if she wants, but steve and her better stay friends. there was also no steve/dustin dynamic. or steve/robin dynamic other than steve seeing her talking to vickie. but i think seeing this shift proves how nancy and steve wouldn't work. (a) they want two completely different things in life like you pointed out and (b) they bring out the worst in each other.

tik tok seems to love stancy and i've had to hit not interested so many times bc it keeps showing me stancy content and i hate it. i feel much better on tumblr where there are so many people who agree with me about this. also, i saw someone on here say that hopefully steve admitting he saw nancy having his six-kids for the longest time was steve's way of saying 'i am finally getting over you and moving on and being happy'. but we really won't know until season 5 comes out (which i hope isn't long from now).

and don't worry lovely! i hate stancy so much too. it fills me with rage that people cannot seem to realize how bad they are for each other. i am also mad that they ruined steve's character (slightly) in this season and i hope they don't ruin it further.

#pappydaddy answers #pappydaddy answers anons #obx anon #anti stancy

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@inimiicus​:

character meme: ardyn jazz hands

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Opinions

First impression • I have to level with you guys, as one of those bi of sexuals you’ll hear a lot about this month, I just. When it comes to the over-the-top, super camp, sassy villain who is also genuinely scary, my response is automatic. I see, I love. He was already great. Aspirational. Iconic. An absolute treasure to behold. A gift to my eyeballs. Ardyn didn’t need to be more than that for me to appreciate him, and at first, I didn’t think he would be.

Impression now • Like the great philosopher Cloud once said: hoo boy. You know when a property fucks up a character so severely that they’re kind of obligated to give them a redemption story down the line, and it’s so obviously hamfisted that people respond with, “wOw, tHaT FixEd eVerYtHiNg!”? That, but unironically for Episode Ardyn. Not that Ardyn was especially broken to begin with, it was just frustrating that we never got a full grasp on his motivations or place in the narrative. While giving the villain a Tragic Backstory™©® in order to make them sympathetic is a hamfisted and annoying move most of the time, XV really pulled it off for me. After learning the kind of person he used to be, what was done to him, and the existence he’s been forced into, he doesn’t really come off so bad anymore. Especially if you reject Bahamut at first, and witness the cruel and inhumane lengths he’s willing to go to, to see his own will done. Much like with Regis, I’m left wondering what I’m supposed to be angry about. He’s up against a literal god. And clearly XV isn’t interested in being that kind of jrpg (though it really should have been, salt, salt). Not only do we have context to his behaviour, but it actually shifts the dynamic of the entire cast, world, and story, because the villain no longer seems villainous, and the hero doesn’t feel quite so much like a hero, as much as he does a helpless pawn. (But that’s an entire other rant I may go into someday.) I suppose in the end, all I really want for Ardyn is justice for his character. Not to harp on Dawn or anything, but I really liked that ending for him. He found peace in death or whatever; more important is that he did it on his own terms, regaining his agency in his final moments. He chose how to go, was able to reconcile with his brother, and take his justice from a cruel and unforgiving god that was willing to raise 114 generations of his own blood to slaughter. Honestly, call me captain of the Ardyn Defence Squad, because I’d go to war for this greasy weirdo, Man Of Every Consequence.

Favorite moment • It’s a tie. “For what sins must I atone??” SAY IT AGAIN FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK. But also, probably the entire talk with Bahamut, because again, that’s the thing that shifts his character from Sassy Villain to genuinely devastating. You really get an image of just how helpless and powerless this seemingly all-powerful man is in the face of his destiny. And it’s all capped off by knowing that he became this way because he wanted so desperately to help others. I just can’t fault him for that. And finally, the moment he kills Luna. I hate that for Luna a lot, but I love how she reaches out and tries to offer her help. You see this perfect, unbreakable facade of carelessness crack, and it elicits one of the few honest-to-goodness reactions we ever see from him. He’s disgusted, afraid, and a little hopeful all at once. All because someone was kind to him for the first time in a couple thousand years. 

Idea for a story • I’m still hung up on anything that lets him and Luna be besties. He needs a friend. I’d also like to see a deviation in canon where he instantly regrets harming Luna and manages to help her somehow, sparing her life and forcing him to reconsider his actions and accept her help.

Unpopular opinion • Honestly, if what I’ve already said thus far isn’t too unpopular, then there’s nothing I can add that would be so. Ardyn began as a great villain and ended as something between that and a sympathetic antihero. I just want more for him. 

Favorite relationship • I really, really wanted to see more of his relationship with Somnus. It was intriguing and nuanced, with neither side wholly in the right or wrong, and their rivalry stoked by forces well beyond them. I like that Dawn gave Somnus the chance to truly apologise, and I like to think that, in kinder circumstances, they could have been an amazing team. 

Favorite headcanon • That, after daylight returns, Ardyn’s rightful place in Lucian history is cemented; not just as the Accursed, but as the man who was almost King, but for his boundless compassion, and willingness to put himself in harm’s way to save others. It’s what he deserves. 

#( trash man <3 ) #inimiicus #answered; #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ -- i was just in the middle of an inner monologue / ooc

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Giving up on private renting for now because it means i would have to move very far away. luckily we called the council about my application to be able to bid for affordable housing and the woman said it has been marked that im approved to live by myself!! That was the thing holding it back, they wanted an assessment to see if i could. She said she was going to chase it up and find out if there’s anything else i need to do before my account can go live and I can start bidding. We’re gonna call back tomorrow if no update, just to make sure they are actually doing it.

Hoping i get a high enough band so im more likely to get a place quicker, i should at least get the same as my sister had tbh considering i have more listed issues than her and its on record that im unable to continue living here (legit was homeless bestie it got that bad, almost stayed at the ymca but they rejected me because of my ‘risks’ aka the fact i tried to commit suicide, you know why? Because i was fucking homeless! There would have been no risks if they let me fucking stay so i wouldn’t be homeless anymore!💀 fuck the ymca me and them got beef) if i get lower then im gonna try and fight it because according to their requirements i should be around that band.

It took my sister only a couple months to get her place, she had like the perfect flat. It was right next to our village high street, doctors, dentists, schools, train station and this place had 2 full ass private balconies a separate living space from the bedroom, allowed pets, first floor- i could go on about it i fucking wanted that flat so bad and i still do.

#oversharing time besties #i just want a fucking kitchen at this rateee #my requirements for a place are literally just: allows my dog. has a balcony or easy access to a garden so my dog can piss. #basic ass kitchen like atleast a sink fridge and microwave #thats it like thats all i NEED #it would be nice if it was close to a supermarket or had transport links to one #but i could legit just finally learn to drive. maybe even get a moped instead if it came to it. or just uber.

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Idk why but I need more Eddie and Holly Blue angst

But this time involve Daisey because why not

As we know, Daisey and Holly dated in the part, but Daisey broke up with her because it was too painful being with her after Eddie rejected them

Holly understood why Daisey did what it did, but she subconsciously took out her hurt and frustration about it on Eddie

Because Eddie just gets everything he wants and takes everything she has!

Eddie has a healthy relationship with his stepdad, Holly father, Wallace might favor him because he’s kind and doesn’t threaten people in a Waffle House, and now the love of her life can’t stay because they’re still in love with him and don’t want to have to put her through the pain of still being in love with her stepbrother

She hates him. She can’t stand the fact that he gets everything she’s ever wanted and he doesn’t even seem grateful for it

For Pete’s sake, she thinks Daisey was the best person she has ever dated, and even then she played second fiddle to that mailman. He can’t see how amazing Daisey is and he completely shatters their heart and ghosts them for 9+ years

He ruined her life

She hates him

sobbing uncontrollably rn cuz I saw this Again before crashing last night and forgot until just now cries I'm sorry bestie

Also still sobbing bc Babies! Noo! oof the sibling hate/angst gets me everytime I am losing it

I feel so bad for Holly bc she has reason to be angry! Though I don't know what Eddie could really do in the situation other than Talk 👏 To 👏 Daisey 👏

but there's the chance the Daisey really doesn't want to talk and he can't force them to! Aughh there is no winning for anyone unless Dasiey can Healthily process and (for lack of a better term) get over Eddie.

Even still! I have a feeling Holly would still hate Eddie for everything else. Solving the one issue still leaves the rest! one can only hope that things get better over time sigh

#one could try to make a case for eddie anout the 9+ year ghosting.. with his memory n all #however that wouldn't completely excuse his actions. especially if he's not taking accountability #holly be mad but plz don't hurt him #i will get so violent <3 /nsrs /j /hj #anywho these are (as always) my own little interpretations n speculation #dizztalkstoomuch #neon child #welcome home #eddie dear #welcome home ocs #not my ocs #istg tag typos will be the end of me #im too lazy to get my laptop plz ignore it