#i think we should put away social media for now. i still need to figure out who i am and we need to sleep

[lovelynim]

Move over

League of Legends/HEARTSTEEL!AU - Kayn x Ezreal

A/N: is heartsteel still cool or are we over the topic already? Anyway, idc, i wanna write for my babies so you can expect more on the way eheheh. Also, I'm lowkey sorry for how I wrote Kayn in this one, I'm still not sure how to make it when someone has a demon speaking inside their head

Summary: Ezreal wants to sit on his favorite spot on the couch, but Kayn is already sitting on it, so... they start bickering each other, yeah.

Word count: 1170 words

Kayn leaned his head back on the couch, looking down to the cellphone in his hands as he mindlessly scrolled through his social media feed. He had just left the practice room and, now, besides Rhaast’s voice, he could also hear Yone’s scolding ringing inside his head. What a hassle.

Still, that was part of being in a band, Kayn thought, and it was probably better than not having a plan. He wanted everything to be perfect, so of course they needed to practice over and over and over, as many times needed - but it didn’t make people less annoying to deal with.

“You shouldn’t have let him have the last word”, Rhaast said inside his head, making Kayn roll his eyes. “It would only make things harder, I didn’t feel like picking up a fight. Now shut it, will you?” The rapper groaned, taking his eyes back to the screen.

“We need to show them who is in charge!”, the demon continued and Kayn tightened his grip around his cellphone. He was already annoyed on his own without Rhaast’s voice occupying the room for his thoughts, he didn’t need another issue to deal with.

“I told you to shut up,” Kayn groaned, taking a deep breath as he closed his eyes, wishing the demon had a physical body so he could punch him in the face. Maybe if he punched himself hard enough Rhaast would feel it as well? Should he try it?

While considering how he could violently solve the problem with the one inside his head, Kayn’s inner dialogue was interrupted when a third voice called for him. “Who are you talking to?”

The rapper opened his eyes, looking to Ezreal, who was idly standing in front of him. The vocalist had already changed into a more comfortable outfit, with a pair of flannel shorts and an oversized hoodie and just that sight alone was already enough to make Kayn feel something stuck at the back of his throat. An insult, he thought (or hoped so).

“None of your business, little prince,” he teased, making Ezreal roll his eyes. 

“Whatever. Move over,” Ezreal ordered and, before Kayn could process the meaning of those words, the vocalist was already trying to squeeze in the little space between Kayn and the couch’s arm.

The pink-haired guy groaned, half confused, half annoyed, not able to figure out what his bandmate was about. “Really? Fuck off, Ez, there are plenty of spots,” Kayn hissed, being pushed to the side despite his attempts to stay.

“Yeah, but I like this one,” Ezreal replied like the spoiled prince he was, the rapper thought, pressing himself against the couch in an attempt to put up a battle.

But it was all in vain.

After a couple of grunts and pushes, the vocalist managed to sit - or, at least, partially. Without enough space in the little corner, Ezreal decided to shamelessly rest his legs on top of Kayn’s. 

“See? No one respects you here, Kayn”, Rhaast promptly said inside his head, making Kayn roll his eyes. “Don’t you think I had enough of you?” He barked, saying each word out loud.

“What?” Ezreal raised an eyebrow, moving his eyes up from his cellphone’s screen to stare at Kayn. “I just got here, besides, I told you to move over .”

“Not you, I- I wasn’t- agh, forget it, loser,” Kayn groaned, finding himself cornered in a losing battle against those two. Ezreal crossed one ankle over the other, humming happily when he noticed Kayn was too busy… well, being Kayn to shove him away. The vocalist got comfortable while the rapper, on the other hand, became more irritated. 

Just as Kayn was about to snap - not sure if at Rhaast or at Ezreal - an idea of how to turn the tables in his favor popped up in his head. He smiled, slowly resting his hands on top of Ezreal’s legs. 

Feeling Kayn’s touch, Ezreal sighed, lowering his cellphone to look at him. “You know, this is not half-ba- h-huh? What’s with that face?” He stuttered, feeling scared as Kayn stared at him like a predator to its prey.

“You sure you don’t wanna move, prince?”

Ezreal blinked, trying to figure out what he was about, but shook his head, shrugging off any doubt. “Duh, yeah? I want to sit here,” he pouted, fearing the consequences those words could have, beginning to think of a thousand ways Kayn could be mean to him - but not this one.

“H-hey, what ahahar- ah, nohoh! K-Kahayan, stohohop it!” He giggled nervously, trying to jerk his foot out of Kayn’s reach, but his leg was firmly held back, leaving his foot at the mercy of Kayn’s mean tickling.

Scribbling right over Ezreal’s arches, Kayn chuckled at the other’s reaction. How could he not have thought of this sooner?

“Tickling? Seriously?”, Rhaast barked inside his head, but Kayn could barely pay attention to the demon’s word, way too entertained with finding out a way to make Ezreal laugh harder. “Is our little prince ticklish? Of course he is,” Kayn teased, tracing his fingers down the middle of Ezreal’s sole, making the vocalist squeal in mirth.

“K-KahAHahayn, lehehet go, you ihiHIH- OKAHAY! S-sohohorry!” Ezreal cackled when Kayn quickly retaliated his offense with tickles near his toes, a spot that seemed to be awfully effective for Kayn’s goal.

“What’s wrong, Ez? Am I being too harsh for your delicate porcelain skin?” 

“S-shuHUHup uhup! I sahAHaid I’m sohOHOrry!!” Ezreal gasped, hitting Kayn’s leg with his free heel, trying to not fall off the couch as he squirmed with laughter.

“So will you quit being a brat?” Kayn demanded, scratching the bottom of Ezreal’s heel when he didn’t get an answer in the first seconds after his question. “Or should I make this lesson a little longer?”

“YehHEHEAH- AhAHaha, c-cohohome on! PlehEHEhase! Just s-stahahap!” Ezreal pleaded one last time before finally getting a break. He laid down in defeat, feeling like his body would melt on top of the couch, but soon realized a thing: Kayn hadn’t push him away - nor moved at all.

Was that just a way of messing with him, Ezreal thought, just to make him laugh or have some fun? The vocalist narrowed his eyes, staring at Kayn in confusion, having some ideas that made his heart skip a beat. He didn’t know why, but Kayn seemed a little more relaxed now, even allowing Ezreal to rest his legs on top of his again - this time with no tickles.

About 10 minutes later… or what is 20? Anyway, a couple moments later, when getting ready to get out, K’Sante let out an amused, but proud chuckle when he saw the duo sprawled over the couch together. “Good to see you two are getting along.”

“We’re not”, they replied together, talking as if Ezreal wasn’t comfortably laying on top of Kayn’s lap. 

K’Sante shook his head, thinking it would be better to not disturb those two - surely they would figure themselves out… eventually.

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[cameronspecial]

Assisting In Deception (Part 6)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings:  Heavy Make Out and Mentions of Sexual Thoughts.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.9K 

Summary: Y/N's jealousy leads them to some office fun and Rafe surprises her outside of work.

Masterlist

Sofia Fiore is one of Cameron Developments' most important clients. Having a social media following of twenty-six million, the up-and-coming social star is good for business. This means that when she asked to speak to Mr. Cameron personally, she got her request granted. It’s no secret that Rafe is a young and attractive individual, and she makes it quite obvious that she thinks exactly that. Rafe sits rigidly at his desk while Sofia’s shoulders are relaxed against the back of her chair and she crosses one leg over the other. They stretch out so that her feet graze Rafe’s shoes under his desk. Y/N begins to grow annoyed at Sofia’s high-pitched voice. 

“And I want it to be done by next year. I need somewhere pretty to entertain all of my male guests,” she notes, eyebrows raised in a suggestive manner. Rafe ignores the obvious suggestion of her words, “I can assure you that we will do our best to finish it on time. Now, you said you wanted something in Manhattan. I can take a look after the meeting at different properties for sale and go over the possibilities in another meeting.” Sofia nods at his statements and he can feel her heeled foot, going up his leg. He straightens even more and moves Sofia’s foot off of him. Unbeknownst to the two, Y/N is standing at the door, watching the whole thing. She loudly clears her throat and heads over to place the paperwork to sign on his desk. When she leaves the room, she opens the door even more. 

“Perfect! How about we wrap up the meeting with some coffee?” Sofia suggests, not waiting for an answer before going to sit on the couch. Rafe passes a look to Y/N through the door, asking her to do what the client wants as he goes to sit on the loveseat instead of the couch beside the woman. He doesn’t want to entertain her any longer, but she is essential to the company. Seeing where he sits, Sofia gets off of the couch to sit beside him. Very close. She swings one leg so that it is practically over both of his legs. Before he could nudge it off, Y/N walks in and jealousy bubbles in the pit of her stomach. She walks by and ‘accidentally’ knocks Sofia’s leg off of Rafe. Y/N sets the coffee down and goes back to her desk. Her ear is still open to the conversation they are having. Sofia places a hand on his bicep, “So do you work out?”

“I don’t think that is an appropriate question for work.”

“Aww, come on. Just indulge me. Maybe, you can help me figure out what equipment to put in my gym. Or help me with a workout.”

“I do work out, but that’s beside the point.”

“I think that's the whole point.”

She moves her hand on his chest and starts to trail it down. Y/N doesn’t think that Sofia can take a hint and she is sick of her flirting. She makes her last entrance into the office. Y/N sits herself on Rafe’s lap, swatting Sophia’s hand away. She turns his head towards her and gives him a passionate kiss. She places her lips near his ear and says loud enough for Sofia to hear, “What should we get for dinner, babe?” Rafe is a little disappointed that she doesn’t use his usual nickname but is very pleased at how hot he finds her jealous. “Ms. Fiore, my assistant will get back to you with another date for the next meeting. Goodbye,” he doesn’t even look in Sofia’s direction as he dismisses her with a wave of the hand. Her heels decreasing volume signals she finally got the message and has left the room. 

Rafe gets up to close the door; Y/N raises with him. He turns towards her with a dark look in his eyes. He stalks towards her until her back hits the wall, slamming his hand on the wall above. His finger finds itself under her chin and he lifts it towards him. “What you did is very unprofessional,” he chides, tapping her chin. She stares into his eyes, “She wasn’t getting the message, Boss.” 

“You don’t have to worry about her, Butterfly. I only have eyes for you.”

He smirks down at her and smacks his lips onto hers. Her hands find their way to his hair, running through it. He brings a hand down to the back of her leg and brings it up to his hip. Her gentle tugs on his hair cause him to moan into her mouth. He hikes the other leg up, putting some weight against her chest with his to keep her from falling while he adjusts her. He carries her over to his desk and places her on top of it. “Rafe, do you want to get lun-” Topper pauses as he walks in because of the sight before him. His jaw drops and he stands there for a minute. He moves out of the doorway, closing the door behind him. Rafe and Y/N pull apart, fixing their disarray clothes and hair. 

“If you guys are going to have sex in the office, you might want to lock the door before this turns into an HR issue,” he advises, lounging on the couch. The couple join him in the couch area. Rafe gives him an offended look, “We were not going to have sex. Someone just got a little jealous of Ms. Fiore.” Topper gives Y/N a funny look. “Aren’t you guys fake dating?” Y/N glares towards Topper, “You know we are!” “That didn’t seem fake to me,” he begins to argue. “But really, you have to be more careful about professionalism at work. This relationship is supposed to fix a PR scandal, not cause one.” He gets up to leave but turns to make one final comment. “Oh. And Rafe, you are going to lunch and paying to help make up for what I just saw.”

——

Work after the Fiore incident was really stressful for Rafe. The Board members came to complain about everything and he was in back-to-back meetings. He let Y/N leave earlier in the day when it started to look like he was going to stay late. He called her once he was finally able to get some time to himself and she told him to come over, which he did right away. 

The door swings open to Y/N in her sleeping shorts and tank top. Her shorts are so short that when she turns to guide them to her room, the bottom of her bum peeks out from the material. It takes everything in him not to bring her pussy onto his face, but the setup in her room helps him resist. The room is filled with the sound of ocean waves and the scent of citrus. The room is dim, lit only with candles instead of the overhead light. She orders him to lie down on the bed and squirts some massage oils onto her hands so she can start rubbing his forehead in concentric circles. He sighs in relaxation, enjoying the warmth of her fingers. Once she stops the messaging, she peppers his face with kisses and he can’t get enough of it. She grabs one of her towel headbands and pushes his hair back with it. Next, she goes to get something from her desk and returns with a package in her hand. The face mask is placed on his face, smoothing out the wrinkles in the sheet. Her giggles sound throughout the room at how adorable he looks. 

A few minutes later, she takes it off for him, giving him a kiss on his nose. “Can we cuddle?” he pouts, needing a little more of her physical touch. She grins at his request and lies down on the bed beside him. He turns into her touch, placing his head on her breasts. One hand laces through his hair and the other goes to his bareback. Her nails start gently scratching his scalp and back. This soothes Rafe to sleep pretty quickly. Y/N smiles down at him sleepily and gives him a kiss to the temple. 

——

The next morning Rafe wakes up with his head still on Y/N’s chest. Her eyes are still closed and her soft breathing almost lulls him back to sleep. However, he wants to get up and cook her breakfast as thanks for what she did last night. He slowly removes himself from her grasp, heading towards the kitchen. Juni sitting at the kitchen island stops him in his tracks. “Morning, Big C. Did you enjoy your pillow?” she taunts with her lips pulled wide and her teeth showing. He gives a playfully annoyed look, “My pillow was great. Thanks for asking. I’m about to make Y/N and me some breakfast. Do you want some?” 

“Sure, I’d love some.” He looks through the fridge and starts pulling out some stuff to cook. The eggs are cracked and whisked together before being put into a pan to make scrambled eggs. As he moves on to making the bacon, he starts to think about what Juni calls him whenever they see each other. “Hey, I got a question for you,” he thinks out loud.

“Shoot.” 

“Why do you call me Big C? Why not Big R for my first name?”

“I’m not sure I should say, Big C.”

“Ohh, come on. You can tell me. I won’t get upset. Promise.”

“Fine. Well, as you know, your last name starts with a C. But I also call you that because I just know that you have a bigass cock. I mean you radiate big dick energy. Y/N doesn’t know that’s why so don’t tell her. She’d kill me.”

The laugh Rafe lets out could move the earth and it certainly moves Y/N from her sleeping position in her bed. She sleepily walks into the kitchen with her hands rubbing her eyes, “What has you so happy this early in the morning?” “Nothing, Butterfly. Juni just told me a really good joke,” he lies, bringing her to his side to give her a kiss. Y/N shrugs off the lie and gets to work on snacking on the stuff he already cooked.  

——

Alexander, Juni, and Y/N are all watching a movie in his apartment. It was one of the rare nights in which they all didn’t have work at night or early in the morning, so they could stay up for as long as they wanted. Alexander excuses himself to get the pizza from the front entrance. “What do you think of Alexander?” Juni questions, looking at the doorframe where he just walked out from. Y/N looks at her with a smirk, “I think he is a really great friend.” 

“Not as a friend, but as a romantic interest, Sweetie”

“Ahh. Well, he isn’t my type, but he is definitely cute. I mean he’s a hot firefighter for heaven's sake. What isn’t there to like?”

Juni nods in agreement, “But do you think maybe he prefers guys more than girls? He’s dated mostly guys since we’ve known him.” 

“I’m not going to pretend like I know what it is like to be bi or bi preferences, but maybe the reason for that is because all the people he’s liked just so happened to be males. Not the other way around.” 

“True. I’ll think about it, Sweetie”

Alexander returns soon after with the pizza and the friend group eats their slices. Eventually, Y/N gets a call from Rafe and she heads back to their apartment to take the call. “So she’s definitely falling for Big C,” Juni comments to break the silence. Alexander chuckles, “Yeah, I think maybe I should follow her lead and fake date one of my co-workers.” 

“Well, how about you fake date me instead? Or better yet, you can just date me.”

“You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yeah, only if you want to.” 

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that ever since we met.” 

She grins at him and gives him a sweet kiss. They break apart, a little more comfortable with the idea of a romantic relationship, so they cuddle as they watch the rest of the movie.

——

Y/N has to leave work early today to get to the other side of town. Rafe offered to drive her, but she knew that he had an important meeting that he shouldn’t miss. She packs up her stuff to leave and goes to his office to say goodbye. “I’m going to head out now. I’ll call you when I’m done at Nancy’s exhibit,” she informs, leaning down to give him a kiss. He leans into the kiss, “Okay, send me a text when you get there. Also, take lots of pictures for me.” She giggles at his excitement to see Nancy’s art and nods. He really wishes that he could go. His eyes follow her out of the room. He prepares for the meeting, genuinely disappointed that he can’t be there for Nancy or get to spend time with Y/N. And then he remembers that he is the boss. If he doesn’t want to be in a meeting right now, he doesn’t need to be in one.

He dials Topper's phone line and tells him to come to his office. “I need you to lead the meeting and have your assistant take minutes. I’m leaving earlier,” Rafe orders, patting his pockets to make sure he has everything. Topper’s face turns to confusion, “Why? Where are you going?” 

“I’m going to meet up with Y/N.”

“Rafe, do you really think it is a good idea to go?”

“What’s wrong with going?” 

“You don’t think you are getting a little caught up in this fake relationship? I mean, you guys are kissing when there is no one around and even though you already went to the wedding, you guys haven’t called off your relationship. Everyone has forgotten what the contractors have said.” 

“I really don’t see the problem. We both know the relationship isn’t real. It really isn’t any of your business anyway. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get going before I am late.”

——

The hallway of the gym is crowded with excited family members and friends waiting for the gym doors to open for the class exhibit. Rafe’s tall stature helps him easily spot Y/N and her parents in the crowd. He fights his way to her, tapping on her shoulder to get her attention. She turns around perplexed but it quickly turns to elation when she sees who is there. She jumps to wrap her arms around his neck, “Boss, what are you doing here?” He laughs at her excitement, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I realized that I owned the company and could get others to attend meetings for me. This is more important,” he explains. Nate overhears the conversation, “That is very sweet, Rafe. I know Nance will be very excited to see you.” “Thank you, Nate. I am very excited to see her art,” he admits with his arms wrapped around Y/N’s waist. The doors finally open and they rush in to get to Nancy. 

The massive smile on Nancy’s face when she sees her family is heart melting. Her eyes land on Rafe and her cheeks heat up as red as a tomato. She gives everyone a hug. “So little artist, show us your work,” Rafe demands, turning over to the section saved for the youngest Y/L/N. Nancy nods, pulling him over to her paintings. Every time Nancy and Rafe are in the same room, her full attention is on him and he is wrapped around her finger. His eyes glance over her work when they are drawn to one particular. The vibrant colours attract his eyes first and the shallow depth of field of the painting draws his eyes to two people. Y/N wears her dusty blue dress, wrapped in Rafe’s arms. His eyes are on her and the love he has for her is glaringly obvious. Nancy really captured his feelings at that moment.

Y/N comes up behind him and snuggles herself under his arms. She looks at the painting with a fond smile, “It’s beautiful, Nance. I love it.” “How much?” are the only words Rafe can utter. Nancy’s lips fall agape, “Excuse me?” “How much do you want for the painting?” he clarifies, approaching the painting to look at the detail. 

“Oh, you don’t have to pay for it. I can just give it to you.”

“No, I want to pay for this one. That way you can put it on your resume that you sold a painting. Is ten thousand enough?”

“No…no…no… That is too much. I didn’t pay for supplies and I didn’t even spend that much time on it.”

“Nonsense, I’ll put it towards your post-secondary education. You can use it for art school. I insist.”

Phoebe and Nate try to argue with Rafe that he didn’t have to pay, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

——

Rafe stares at the level and adjusts the frame of the painting based on it. Once he is satisfied that it is straight, he gets down from off of the bed. She walks into the room after doing her nighttime routine to see where he placed the painting. “You aren’t really going to put that there?” Y/N asks, settling herself into his bed. She stares up at the painting above. Rafe is heading to the bathroom but stops, “Of course, that way I can stare at your beautiful face before I go to sleep when you are not with me.”

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[iamadequate1717]

OFMD S3 (Manifesting!)

I think we've all seen Casey Bloys' comments on an OFMD S3:

“What’s a little bit different in a linear world than here is… how a show performs over a longer period of time than three weeks or something,” Bloys stated. “So we’re figuring out how it’s doing, what it’s looking like.”

My reaction:

Really, HBO? HBO, after running one of the worst, most spoilery, most front loaded marketing campaigns I have ever seen, wants to talk about the long term?

The question that was driving everyone feral for an S2 was, will Stede and Ed find each other again? HBO/MAX put their first face-to-face meeting in the trailer. Why watch the show when the marketing will just toss a greatest hits reel out to the public before the episode even releases?

The showstopping set piece of 2x3 (MerStede rescuing Ed) was spoiled in their "marketing" since they released the concept art for MerStede days before the episode aired in a BTS video.

Let's look at the finale:

The beach kisses and the inn were spoiled in BTS videos released days before the episode was released after putting a week between 2x7 and 2x8 releases. Yeah, yeah, they didn't show the kisses exactly, but what else would that pose be for? It really enforced that 2x7 and 2x8 should have been released together, but HBO/MAX choose to create a cliffhanger while immediately posting the resolution in their marketing

Ed thinking Stede was dead was spoiled by the episode promo

Ed and Stede running toward one another on the beach was spoiled by the trailer. (It didn't show them in frame together, but it was obviously the same location and the direction they were going in matched.)

Ed reading one of Stede's letters was spoiled by marketing a few days before the finale release for no discernable reason

Izzy's climatic speech to Ricky (and that he was saying it to Ricky!) was spoiled in the trailer. It could have been a good hype VO, and they didn't need to spoil whom Izzy was talking to

The crew in the British garb and taking out soldiers was in the trailer. This plot begins nine minutes before the credits start.

The Revenge Crew working with Spanish Jackie and Zheng at some point was well spoiled beforehand in their BTS promo material. Zheng saying they should team up is three minutes before the credits start.

(Has anyone seen this amount of BTS material of episodes, including the season climax, released before an episode releases instead of after? Just holding this BTS material until after seems like a no-brainer to extending a show's interest after the finale is released.)

The reason the pacing felt super "off" on your first watch is because HBO/MAX already released a bulleted run through of the episode beforehand, and you were mentally ticking it off as you went instead of watching it organically. Watching it a second time really improves the flow of the episode.

This is a show whose popularity was raised created entirely through word-of-mouth excitement. The greediness of these streaming companies is why we couldn't have the actors doing promo, but then they took away the show's next most powerful tool, the word-of-mouth discussion, by releasing large swathes of the climax of the season before it aired, and the social media hype and discussion was front loaded to before release instead of after.

S3 was set up to show Ed and Stede as a solid couple and to show the pirate community against the British, and the season climax of these two points was released by HBO/MAX before the episode, and it was excitedly discussed then. Now, a week after release, we're stuck in some horrible gravy basket of discussing the part of the last five-ten minutes that HBO/MAX didn't outright spoil (though they tried their hardest with the grave promo stills and Ed's bloody hand in the promo!): Izzy's death. No one is having fun!

There is a lot of story setup for an S3 but DJenks and company had to set up a season that could double as a series finale in a pinch, so we also lost the "What happens next??" fervor because HBO/MAX wouldn't greenlight two seasons at once of their biggest new IP of 2022. The bizarre marketing strategy didn't lend itself to a long term success, and it's up to the fans once again to do HBO/MAX's job for them.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd 2x08 #hbo max #ofmd s3 #renew as a crew #talk it through as a crew #ofmd meta #renewal gravy basket #ranty rant rant #ofmd s2 spoilers #is it worth tagging s2 spoilers anymore?

[bisexualbard-writes]

For that trope kimchay challenge. My favourite trope is role reversal au (like for example Chay being mafia and Kim being ordinary person). My least favourite au is college au. I think it is mostly to do with me being no longer in school so I don't find this trope that appealing. Especially when it all revolves around being in school and dorms etc. Thank you for writing it. You are great writer and I like this challenge too.

OKAY so I've been thinking a lot about a college AU and how to make a kimchay college AU appealing to the post-college reader. I think college AUs usually focus on the things you've mentioned - classes, dorms, young adult social life and sex, etc.

But. That's not technically the purpose of college. The purpose of college is to figure out and get trained in whatever you want to do with your life.

From what I can tell from BL, universities there make you choose what you're majoring in when you first apply. In my world Chay chooses to go somewhere where he can take care of his generals first and then declare his major at the end of his second year.

When Kim first asked why Chay was studying music, he said he wanted to do it because it seemed fun. But by the end of Kinnporsche, I think Chay realizes he can't live on fun anymore.

Honestly he never could, which is why he said in ep. 1 something along the lines of "I don't think school can help us anymore" about trying to clear the impossible debt. I think he doesn't see a future in which they can keep dodging the loan sharks until he graduates, so why does it matter what he actually studies. There's a reason he shoots his shot with Kim, and it's because to an extent he's living like he's doesn't know how much time he has left.

Post show they've made it out from under the loan sharks... now they're just living under the thumb of the mafia. We know Chay is opposed to the dangers of the mafia, I think he'd probably resent the money he now has access to. But it does change the timeline for him. He knows he'll be able to afford tuition for all his years of college now, and that puts college back on the table as something valuable.

If he ever wants to completely separate himself from the mafia, that's going to mean being able to support himself independently. He knows what it is to be poor, and need to take out loans. He and Porsche were happy together when they didn't have money, of course, but he thinks they would have been even happier and less stressed if they hadn't had to worry about loan sharks at their door.

All that to say, he might still love music, but he might want to choose a field of study with more financial stability than music.

So after a year of being miserable in the compound he goes back to college, just doing his generals since he doesn't know yet what he wants to do with his life. And maybe somewhere in that first year he and Kim make up, and continue making music together. They grow to be so happy together

But when it comes time for Chay to declare a major, he and Kim end up fighting about it.

Kim thinks Chay should study music, because it's what he always wanted to study, and he's so good at it. But Chay thinks that maybe he should choose something "practical" instead. Business, or engineering, or computer science.

It's the classic passion or practicality conundrum everyone not born rich wrestles with at least a little bit.

Kim does not understand, they have the privilege of being rich why don't take advantage of it and follow their passions. He knows Chay doesn't like the maifa, but he sees Chay trying to pick something "practical" and a rejection of Kim himself. Because it's not practical to love and be with him if Chay is trying to break away from the family long term.

I don't know exactly how they'd resolve it. I think I'd like to see Chay take the practical studying. I'm always seeing media telling you to follow your dreams and it'll all work out alright - but the shows, movies, and books that proclaim that are all made by people who were capable of succeeding in following their dreams, and so are able to glorify and say that if you just want it hard enough and work yourself hard enough that it'll happen.

I want to focus on the joy and comfort of a quiet, stable life. I think Chay and Kim would like that too, eventually. But I think they'd have to work to get to a place where they realize that's an okay thing to want.

Anyway, this is less of an outline for a fic and more of a vibe, but I think it could be an interesting character study!

(send me a trope, maybe one you hate, and I'll attempt to kimchay it)

#kimchay #bard writes #ask game

[sparkles-oflight]

I wasn't going to post this. I saw everyone jumping on the "let me tell you my emotional connection to joker out" train and I wasn't going to participate because.....well....my annoying ass already said everything there needs to be said through tags on random posts (I should really learn how to shut my mouth).

But now it's 4 am (thank you Rosa Linn, I can't say that seriously ever again), I'm having trouble sleeping since I'm not fully recovered from my cold, so, fuck it.

I'll go on a rant so... I'll add the little thing that "divides" the post so that is easier to skip

Ah....where to start...I could tell you how I started enjoying joker out but that's a wholeass post on itself...

So, I'm going to start with how I connect to each member.

Bojan, you were the one who "opened the doors" to me. Frontman doing his service. In Bojan I saw a lot about myself. I saw a guy who loves to make bad puns, who loves languages and brag about their multicultural knowledge. I saw a guy who can be awkward at times, who deal with anxiety problems... Who says they'll stay away from Social media and then proceeds to post the most unhinged things. I saw someone who likes to understand societies as well (please be my tutor, I really need to pass sociology this is year) and likes to fight stereotypes.

Kris told us Bojan's parents can be a bit more judgy and without going into a lot of details, I'll say I also understand that so much (I didn't want to bring sexuality into this, but even if Bojan turns out to be straight, I still relate to all the pressure is parents must put on him just because he goes against "the norm" in the Balkans).

Kris...my bitch.

(Jk jk, I love him a lot).

How do I start?

Kris and I honestly have a lot of common too. The whole "bullying for falling at being one gender" thing hits so close. I don't talk about my gender much but I currently identify as a enby/gender fluid. However, for most of my life I was terrified of failing as a girl.

I remember coming home and asking my mom why was I different from the other girls (NOT IN THE WAY YOU ARE THINKING, PLS, I'M QUITE LITERALLY JUST NOT A GIRL 😅) and she would reply stuff like "Of course you are like the others, you have a vagina like them" - this sounds so bad and it made me feel so much worse because it didn't provide me with an answer at all to the bullying I endured. I had short hair, liked "boyish" things and so I was called a boy (+I got transphobic comments too ✌🏽😙). I was never as close with the girls because of it and boys would also exclude me from being too close to them. I was in the middle and I had to change my personality countless times to fit my assigned gender.

Now that I'm in university, I finally figured myself out and it's so refreshing waking up to see myself with short hair again, with more "genderless" clothes, having no problems with my little "moustachio" and being able to appreciate what I see in the mirror... learning to love myself.

Kris as we know him identifies as a man. He, however, also learned how to break the gender stigma (AND THAT OUTFIT IS A FUCKING STATEMENT) and learned that having confidence in himself is all that matters. No matter how long your hair is, no matter how you dance or sing, no matter the color of your pants. Be yourself and be proud of you are is really what matters!

Jan....I actually don't have a lot to say (I think I wasted most my words with Kris), but just like Kris I also love how comfortable Jan feels in himself and how little he seems to care about what others think. I love his sense of humor and his style. I love his voice and how sometimes he can get a little embarrassed off-stage...I would just really love to have him as a best friend honestly. He probably zones out instead of listening, but oh well 😅

Naceeeeee, my teddy bear. I also don't have the energy to dive too deep in the topic, but as someone who also struggled with body image issues, I'm so proud whenever Nace feels comfortable on his own skin. It's refreshing.

But obviously I gotta mention that post. It's kinda funny to me that he wrote that when I'm currently writing a story for my script class about how it is to live with divorced parents and how the feeling of belonging is something we strive for.

It's something I definitely struggled with all my life and it's getting worse as time goes on. It's so refreshing to see another person go through and talk about it and seeing that they reached the happy ending I'm also looking for...

Jure le chatton. You know I don't usually talk much about you because we know nothing about your life. However, that interview where you said you asked your mom why you were problematic, hit me hard. For a lot of reasons I have mentioned before, but also because I'm considered problematic by both my parents. I don't want to get into many details... It's 4m after all.

There's one thing I was going to mention on Bojan's part, but I figured it would fit the whole band.

I really really am looking up to these guys. They are around my age and they have done so much already. I have been stuck in the past couple of years due to my depression - and realistically I never thought of actually turning 18, let alone 20 - and seeing how much they worked hard makes me want to work hard myself. I haven't been able to, but hopefully I will...

Also, everyday I have been waking up in a good mood knowing I have met some incredible people thanks to this fandom and the boys! Like, excuse people actually care about what I write, what???? 😅

It's been a great experience so far. Let's see what this will bring me in the future :)

#joker out #joker out bojan #joker out kris #joker out jan #joker out jure #joker out nace #bojan cvjetićanin #kris gustin #kris guštin #jan peteh #jure maček #nace jordan #random rant

[jujumin-translates]

Event | 5th Anniversary: The Way Back Home | Chapter 3 - Autumn Planet Story

*Contains spoilers for Act 12 - eternal moment*

Banri: …Aight, looks like everyone’s here.

Banri: So let’s get this training camp location decided on.

Omi: I wonder what kind of place we should go with.

Juza: It’s gotta be somewhere where we can think of ideas for the spin-off performance.

Azami: Then it’s probably better to go with a place that’s different from the usual one. That way it’s somethin’ new to help us come up with more ideas.

Omi: I bet we could get some great ideas from seeing some beautiful scenery and experiencing things in person.

Taichi: If it’s possible, I wanna go somewhere with good food! And somewhere where we can all have fun too~.

Sakyo: I already have a place in mind.

*Papers being passed out*

Juza: A pamphlet…?

Omi: Oh, this place is close. It’s only about an hour or two away by car.

Azami: What the hell is it?

Sakyo: Although we have a budget in place, we don’t want to put ourselves in debt. So I’m making cuts where I can. That’s why I looked for somewhere as close as possible.

Taichi: Eh! This is where we’re going for the Autumn Troupe training camp…!?

Banri: Already figured that with Sakyo-san around, there was no hope of having a luxury plan.

Sakyo: It ain’t the place that matters, it's what we get done there.

Banri: And what we get done is mostly just rehearsals and meetings.

Omi: I hope we can still get the training camp experience, even on a budget…

Taichi: Ah! Then how about wint-camping!?

Sakyo: Hah? The hell is wint-camping?

Taichi: Winter camping! I’ve seen a lot about it on social media lately and it seems to be pretty popular.

Taichi: They say the prices are cheaper than in the summer and the air is cleaner too, so the scenery is even prettier!

Taichi: Umm… Here! What about this place!?

Juza: There’s a special feature on winter camping in the pamphlet, huh.

Sakyo: I see. If the prices are cheap and the budget can afford it, let’s go with that.

Banri: Won’t campin’ in the middle of winter be cold as hell.

Omi: Well, there’s lots of physical activity in camping, so it’s something that’s perfect for Autumn Troupe.

Juza: And it’s gotta be better than campin’ on that deserted island.

Taichi: I’m sure it’ll be great! Let’s all go wint-camping!

Azami: Guess it’s a better change of pace than just rehearsing and discussing things than our usual training camps.

Banri: Guess you’re right. We can def probably get some good inspiration from there.

Banri: Aight, then Autumn Troupe’s training camp will be wint-camping.

Taichi: Woo! Now that that’s decided, we’ve gotta get ready! We’ve def gotta have curry when we’re camping.

Azami: We eat that all the time and you still want to have it while we’re camping.

Sakyo: The only thing that we “def” need to do is discuss the content of our spin-off performance.

Sakyo: We also need to express our gratitude to those who have supported us up until this point. And we need to make it clear that we’re going to continue to protect MANKAI Company.

Sakyo: Not to mention that this special performance is also to reaffirm our commitment to winning the Fleur Award.

Omi: Of course.

Juza: Yeah.

Banri: With the new theater, it might be a good idea to keep in mind our origins.

Banri: Sakuya said that his solo-trip was a good experience…

Banri: And it was a good experience for me to think about why it had to be our theater during the MANKAI performance.

Sakyo: Not bad. If it’s coming from our leader, guess we need to keep it in mind.

Omi: I agree.

Azami: No objections here.

Juza: Sure.

Taichi: Our origins… Well then we can’t forgot about our naked socializing!

Banri: No, that wasn’t what I was talkin’ about.

Azami: This pamphlet says there’s a lot of places to go sightseeing around there.

Taichi: Look, look! There’s a pirate ship there!

Juza: Pirate ship?

Omi: The photos of the ship’s interior are beautiful.

Taichi: ANIMS are space pirates, so it’s perfect for us. Since we’re gonna be around there, we gotta head onboard!

Sakyo: True, we might be able to get some good inspiration for the spin-off’s content there.

Sakyo: We’ll try to go there.

Taichi: Yaaay! It’s settled then!

Sakyo: Tch… We’re not going to have fun.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Omi: I’ve got all the cooking stuff packed.

Juza: Got all the tent stuff packed too.

Izumi: There sure is a lotta stuff needed for camping, huh. Is every okay? Do you need any help?

Omi: Thanks. But we can handle this.

Izumi: By the way, where did all this authentic camping gear come from?

Juza: Borrowed it from Yosei’s camping club.

Taichi: It’s the perfect way to cut down on costs!

Izumi: I see.

Taichi: When I realized how fun camping is, I was invited to join the club.

Sakyo: All the luggage is packed. Time to head out.

Omi: Got it.

Banri: No one forgettin’ anything? Then let’s head out…

Banri: Wait, oi! Why’s the driver’s seat empty? The hell, when did everyone get in?

Azami: Didn’t you hear when we said that you’re the one driving today, Banri-san?

Banri: Who the hell decided on that!?

Taichi: Don’t worry about it. C’mon, we’re all counting on you, Ban-chan!

Banri: Tch, whatever…

Banri: Aight, let’s go.

Azami: We’re off. Don’t stay up too late, Director.

Omi: There’s leftovers in the fridge for you to eat.

Sakyo: Make sure to call if you need anything. We’ll be keeping in touch too.

Taichi: We’ll get you lotsa souvenirs!

Juza: See ya.

Izumi: Bye! Stay safe.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Azami: We’re finally here…

Taichi: S-So cold…!

Sakyo: You’re the one who said winter camping was a good idea.

Banri: Yeah, it was your idea, don’t act so surprised.

Taichi: But~…

Omi: Well, the air really is clear and the scenery is beautiful.

Azami: True. The wind is pretty cold, though.

Juza: So, what should we do first?

Banri: Can’t get anything else done until we get the tent set up.

Omi: Right. Alright, let’s get to work.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Omi: Put this here and… There.

Azami: Nice that we got a high-tech tent that stays warm in the winter, it’s a pain in the ass to set up though.

Banri: Oi, I told you that goes there!

Juza: Haah? Don’t tell me what to do.

Banri: The hell!? You’re the one fuckin’ things up in the first place--!

Taichi: Aah, they’ve started already.

Azami: So this is them camping, huh.

Banri: Wanna try me? I’ll drop you in that lake in a heartbeat.

Juza: I’d like to see ya try.

Banri: Bastard…!

Taichi: Oh, no, no, no, they’ve grabbed onto each other! They haven’t been this bad in a while…!

Omi: This might not end well.

Azami: Chill out!

Sakyo: Tch, didn’t think I’d have to use this again, but…

Omi: Hm? Sakyo-san, what are you…?

Taichi: Aah! Those handcuffs look familiar!

Banri: !?

Juza: --.

Sakyo: You’re the one who said we should keep our origins in mind… Right? I’d be happy to bring you closer like I did back then.

Banri: That ain’t what I meant!

Juza: …Sorry.

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#a3! #a3! translation #banri settsu #juza hyodo #taichi nanao #omi fushimi #sakyo furuichi #azami izumida #// had this done for well over a month and somehow just. forgot to post it

[frostironfudge]

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once - Bucky Barnes - Fourteen

Summary: After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and on social media, where he happens to find you.

Pairing: Ex-Military!Bucky Barnes x Fem! Plus Size!Reader (Modern AU)

Chapter Warnings: angst, swearing, hurt/comfort, smut (not as graphic), longing

Word Count: 6.5k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Fic Masterlist || Main Masterlist || AO3 || Fic Playlist

Chapter Thirteen || Epilogue

Quick A.N: i mention a song in one section, highly recommend hearing it while reading that section.

“Bucky, have you told her yet?” Winnie’s voice pulls him back into reality. Always spacing out when the question was pondered upon. 

Steve and Sam had been on his case, arguing that he should stay back, opt for an online appearance. 

He, himself on the other hand, did not want to leave. However the legal counsel advised for an in-person appearance. 

It had been five days, Peter was home and acclimating back into New York City. He kept sending Bucky messages and pictures with Morgan. 

Bucky was on schedule four days a week for New York work time and the remaining three were spent with you on the local timezone. Something he was addicted to, something he didn’t think he could give up. Something he didn’t want to let go of just for a brief time he would come back again, Christmas was around the corner. 

“I don’t know, Ma. I need to decide what I want to do before I tell her the options.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair. 

“You need to tell her young man, when do you have to be on the flight? If you chose that.” She raises a brow and Alpine meows, then jumps into her lap. 

Bucky coos at her, Alpine looks at him. Then turns away still pissed off. 

“Oh come on now, Al.” He huffs, “I’m sorry.” That only prompts the feline to clamber up his mother’s arm and rest on her shoulder.

She stares at him as she snuggles into Winnie. 

“Oh you know what you’re doing don’t you?” He narrows his eyes, Alpine was intuitive knowing this is how she always cuddled up with him. 

Winnie chuckles, “She misses you. Yesterday she wouldn’t leave your room. Placed her bowls in there only then did she eat.” 

“I miss her too, I just, now that I know what it is to have her? I don’t want to leave in five days as opposed to the five weeks I originally planned. The whole four day work week is working out but I know me not being there impacts my team and me now being here impacts my personal life.” He admits, “But I don’t want to disappoint on the work end, this case we need to put them behind bars, even if Beck gets to walk almost scot free. I, I can’t allow that not after the way he threatened my doll.” Bucky’s fist clenches, mouth setting into a grimace.

Winnies gaze softens, “I know it is difficult even entertaining the thought. I, I see how the light and life in back in your eyes, as if Y/N helped you reignite the spark. I’m grateful for her to chose to be in your life Bucky. I truly am and watching the two of you fall in love? Watching her accept you? I don’t have words for the joy I feel seeing my son truly happy again. I know you will figure it out and she is protected by the law as well.” 

Bucky’s eyes tear up, he blinks trying not to cry at her words. He knows how much of a shell he had become, then how he started feeling as himself but it was never fully him. Never fully the man he was, you came along then, pushing him to work on himself. To be better for himself, before he could be better for you.

“I know one thing, whatever you chose to do, she is going to support you. You both have had the long distance thing figure out. I know three weeks of being together and then reverting will be difficult but I know you both can do it.” Winnie gives him a small smile.

Bucky looks to the polaroid of the two of you he placed in a frame on his desk, attempting to make the hotel room a little homely. he sighs, eyes shifting back to his mother.

“What if I don’t want to though?” He murmurs.

“Talk to her.” Winnie offers yet again. Bucky nods, his email notification lights up, “I have to get back to this thing from work, thank you.” 

“You don’t have to thank me, my dear. It is what mums do, now get to work so you can then speak to her.” Winnie gives him a smile and makes Alpine wave at Bucky which draws a laugh from both as she looks at him with minor anger.

The call ends and before he gets back to work he texts on his group chat with Steve and Sam.

Bucky: i still have no idea what to do.

Steve: I think you should come back

Sam: I agree, honestly

Bucky’s brows furrow, what the fuck?

Bucky: what changed your very eager opinions in an hour?

Steve: well we thought about it and well… this is a whole ass legal thing

Sam: yeah what if you don’t come back for this case and then you’re forced to come back?

Steve: it’s better to make the choice now rather than be forced ya know?

Bucky: fuck man

Sam: look as much as we love you being there and not being Mr. Grumpy, we’re thinking long term consequences.

Steve: did you want to stay Buck? Because look they wouldn’t say come down here if it could be handled with you from there. 

Bucky: i do want to stay here… i don’t think i can do long distance anymore, not after, not after knowing how it is to be with her, to come back home to her, to hold her hand, to have her warmth, to hear her laugh without it being cut off because of shitty wifi, to have my clothes not fade of her scent so easily

Steve: he’s in love

Sam: so that paragraph makes you think he’s in love but not all the other stuff? Steve my man…i have concerns 

Bucky: there is a reason he doesn’t do well on observational games, lol, remember that time in high school when his crush was dropping the most obvious hints of reciprocal feelings?

Sam:😂😂😂😂 and our man here just furrowed his brows in confusion and realised it after years and years that ‘oh shit that was a crush liking him back’

Bucky: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Steve: 🖕🖕🖕🖕to the both of you.

Bucky chuckles tucking his phone back, they aren’t wrong, in thinking long term. He would tell you today, it was his last work day for this week so he could speak to you with ease.

Bucky could also spend the remaining days without interruption with you. 

The university day was droning on until your cohort of students were ushered into the auditorium. A few teachers and the Dean stood on the stage near the podium a projector screen set up. 

The lights are shut off, and the presentation begins, you and Nat exchange a wary glance at the tense environment before turning to pay attention.

“So essentially we want to pick out 50% of you to try remote learning.” The dean finishes the presentation. The lights switch on and a murmur breaks out across the class. 

“For how long will this be?” Natasha enquires above the volume, you both were in the third row so it was easier to be heard even with yelling. 

“For about three months.” The answer is given by the ethics professor who looks bored beyond compare. 

“What of the grades?” You murmur, “If those slip they aren’t going to care are they?” 

Nat shakes her head, “What about our academic performances?” 

The Dean sighs, “The board has decided that if your academics dwindle then you will be allowed three extra credit assignments to cover up your loss, if you however tank those we will not help you beyond that, we will however take into consideration past performance and could have the grade calculated.”

Another sound waves of panicked murmurs swirl across the classroom. 

“We give you until tomorrow to give us an answer. If we get the half batch willingly recruited good otherwise we’ll have to draw names from a hat.” The professor announces.  

You shake your head, looking over at Nat. 

“Are you considering it?” She raises a brow, you shrug. 

It would give you more time with Bucky. Also, you could stay to help your mum through the entire separation, meet her a little more often. The day could be more productive in matters of a more personal nature. 

Their divorce was declared the day your father returned from his trip three days after the arrests.  Natasha’s mom’s lawyer was recruited and to prevent public fall out they have decided to do an out of court settlement of assets and then sign the papers in court. 

“Are you?” She looks at you, as though peering into your soul. 

You blink several times, the intensity of her gaze makes you want to look away but also you hold her gaze. Her hand shoots up, your brain catches up to your best friend’s, your braincells finally in sync. 

“Nat.” You try to pull her hand down realising she’s making an impromptu decision, now she raises both of your hands up with a grin.

“We’d like to sign up.” She announces. 

“Wonderful, Natasha Romanoff and Y/N Y/L/N.” The professor notes it down in her book. 

You glare at Natasha, she gives an innocent look.  

“You and I both know you need this online thing more than anyone.” Her green eyes soften. 

“It would help plus its only four hours a day… I mean with their separation and me choosing to move out instead of picking sides… and Bucky did say he was going to stay back for another three weeks or so…” 

“See it’s a win win.” She grins, you shake your head. 

“You just will get to nap more.” You chuckle. 

“That is the ideal life. All I want is multiple naps while work occurs and I know I can be optimal with 17 hour sleep days.” She raises a finger as if to block out the incoming sarcastic quip from you. 

“You’re a sloth.” You giggle, “You aren’t a spider you’re a sloth.” 

She huffs then wraps her arms around you clinging onto you, “Sloth Natasha on Y/N.” She giggles too and you join her. 

“So when’s the out of court settlement meeting?” She enquires, your lips press into a thin line,

“Three days later.” You say grimly, this was inevitable but part of you hoped your father would have picked your mother and you over his mistress.

“Have you told Bucky? I’m sure he’d attend with you.” She sighs as you shake your head. 

“I’m not going either… mum and dad can get ugly and I have enough of their marriage trauma than to attend their divorce.” A shiver clambers up your spine at the thought. 

“True, know what, I’m going to meet up with a few friends so Bucky and you can have the place to yourselves.” She offers, you narrow your eyes. 

“Why—,”

She just gives you a pointed look and then your skin begins to heat. 

“That is why.” You say understanding. 

“Yes my little innocent flower.” She teases, offering her hand as you both make your way to the parking area. 

You pause spying a familiar car, Nat follows your gaze her mouth set into a scowl.

“What does he want?” She mutters, you shrug. Walking towards the car as he steps out. 

Natasha stands across, pretending to type away on her phone but actually recording. 

Your father leans against the door, taking out his pack of cigarettes. Removing one, 

“You cannot smoke on university premises.” You say to him, he huffs. 

“Sir you cannot smoke here.” The security guard approaches,

“Is it lit?” You father questions, the security guard shakes his head

“You cannot carry these substances on premises. It is fined.” The guard explains your dad sets the pack away, the guard leaves. 

“What brings you here?” You cross your arms, looking at him. 

“Just wanted to ask you for a favour.” He shrugs, looking to the side then back at you, “I want you to warn your mother. She may take her properties but I’ll drive the tenants out, no source of income.” 

“Why don’t you reserve these things for the meeting?” You raise a brow, someone shifts in the car. You scoff. 

“Have you no respext left for me that you bring her here?” You look back at him. 

“Respect? Sweetheart your little picking sides and not choosing your dad shows your disrespect, allowing your excuse of a man, boyfriend to hit your own father is disrespect.” He seethes. 

“I haven’t picked sides. You forced this, with every goddamn hit, every goddamn verbal insult you drew a wedge between our family. I look at you and all i see is the turmoil, the pain. I look at you and all i remember is the drives, the secret ice creams. You did this, not mom, not me.” You jab a finger to his chest. 

“You ungrateful—, you aren’t getting a penny apart from the next semester fees.” He declares. 

You scoff, “Alright, I’d like my various competition prize money accumulated over the years deposited into my new account. I’ll email you the details. I think last we spoke that fixed deposit was now 200k?” 

You unlock  your phone and send him the details. His phone chimes causing his anger to flare. 

“You’re as money hungry—,” he begins,

“As your whore?” You counter with a smile. 

His hand raises and he steps towards you and then pauses, setting his hand down, forming a fist. You stare up at him defiantly not backing down. 

“Have you still not learned? Maybe you won’t. I feel sorry for you that you’ve lost your family, in-fact I feel sorry for us, I feel sorry for the ten year old little girl whose life changed for the worst when you showed her how horrible a marriage can be. You don’t need to give me the money, I do not care for it, I’ll work hard to make my own. You’re the one who has to live with the consequences of his actions.” You turn away not wanting to say more.

Natasha unlocks the car, the drive to Bucky’s hotel is silent. She sent the video to her mother. 

You take deep breaths while walking up the lobby steps. 

When Bucky opens his door, the dam you built breaks. You lose all resolve and just wrap him in your arms and hideaway in his presence. 

Bucky guides you inside, you both sink on the couch as you blubber out everything that happened. 

His arms tighten around you, his pending decision over what would he do to your father is being set into place. 

Bucky’s lips don’t leave your skin;

offering his assurance against your shoulders,

offering his love along the column of your neck. 

offering himself as he pulls you closer. 

You hold each other close, as your clothes fall to the floor. 

Skin to skin, chest to chest. 

His lips offer a safe haven, mirth, even blissful ruin in the best way as they swallow your sounds and etch his own need onto your own. 

The two of you take each other apart, then piece each other back together.

A world between the two of you, as you both curl up together basking in the warm afterglow. Bucky traces over your skin softly, you do the same for the freckles over his chest. 

Bucky swallows as his throat tries to form the words about the upcoming goodbye. 

Your breath fans across his sternum, the way his body stiffens you know something is on his mind. 

“What, what is on your mind?” You look up at him. Blue eyes widen and then he winces not knowing how to say the words. Your eyes close, shoulders sagging. 

“When do you have to leave?” You look back at him cupping his face. 

“H-how?” He murmurs, baffled. 

“I had an inkling that the case may require an in person appearance from you.” You sigh, but kiss his cheek.

“I don’t want to go in five days.” He admits, closing his eyes, pain taking over his features. 

“I don’t want you to go either, but you need to…”

“Doll…, I’m sorry to put this on you, with everything.” His lips find your forehead.

“We can do it, we can, we did it once and well, we can again.” You assure, internally your heart feels like breaking.

“Look, the trial will take ten days. I need another few to just catch up with things there and Christmas hits so I’ll be back.” Bucky assures, grasping your hand like a lifeline, hoping praying this doesn’t lead to something heartbreaking. 

“I know, it’s just two weeks away from you.” You nod, grasping his hand with both of yours, “Bucky I love you, I love you across distances of oceans, I love you when you’re right next to me and even ten minutes away.” 

Bucky’s eyes dampen, he says nothing choosing to place a searing kiss to your lips, drowning away the ticking clock. Only letting you be the beacon of light for him. 

His hold on you is tight, as if he doesn’t want to let go. Your grip keeps him close, not wanting to let him leave.

Day One.

You look at the email from university about the orientation on Monday, tucking it away when Bucky walks in holding bags from the quaint coffee shop. Boxes litter the living room. 

Packing up twenty seven years of your mother’s marriage and the memories you held in this house. 

“I thought strawberry tarts should uplift the mood.” Bucky takes out a box and hands it to your mother who smiles at him.

“My favourites.” She smiles and tucks into the treat. 

Bucky gazes at you, you look away, not sure how to tell him about shifting the plans to online. You bite your tongue.

“I’m going to do a final sweep of my room.” You announce, moving away.

Bucky lets out a sigh, things had not changed between the two of you. Though he could sense the sadness beginning to linger and latch onto the two of you and weaselling its way between the spaces where you held each other.

Bucky: I told her, it is fucking hard, she knew before I could even get to the topic.

Sam: I’m sorry, I hope you can get back to her soon

Steve: I do too. She loves you Buck, of course she can pick up on what you want to say wordlessly.

Bucky signs, smiling then for the sake of your mother. You both had told her but not your father. Bucky had insisted, deeply insisted not to let him know, he didn’t trust that man. He watches the door of your room as he guides the movers to start loading the boxes into the elevator

Your phone chimes again, your bank account balance multiplied. The transfer from your father. Your brows furrow, he sends a message as well.

Dad: this is what i have decided to give to you, it includes all those prize money winnings from your science projects and other ventures.

You: thank you.

Dad: use this money for yourself, not for other bullshit things, or for your mother.

You sigh, one minute it feels as though he may improve, the next he’s back to whatever category of monster he is awarded.

Dad: I’m sorry.

<this message is deleted>

Dad: I’m sorry about everything I caused you to witness. I was not exactly father of the year for many years, I can see why you chose someone as James to be your partner. What he did that night was right, though disrespectful. I’m proud of you.

You screenshot before it gets deleted, which it does. Tucking away your phone Bucky knocks on the door. You open it and he looks solemn as his gaze moves around the empty room.

Dad: your mother, inform her that she should leave the keys with the security.

“I haven’t been here long but I miss it.” He steps by your side, hand intertwining with yours, your head rests on his shoulder. 

“I’m glad we made memories here.” You smile, Bucky’s cheeks tinge pink.

“Oh we made a lot of them here.” He chuckles, admiring where the desk was, where you both made a blanket fort and stayed snuggled up.

You take a final glance, Bucky’s hand in yours as you all leave the apartment once and for all.

The remainder of the day the two of you set up your mom’s apartment, the one on her name without an active tenant. You share take out, set up her necessities, Bucky makes sure to have her wifi be top notch and calls in a friend he made at the wifi company he liked here.

Bucky drops you off to Nat’s, his hands and lips linger as do yours, one more touch, one more kiss, one more inhale, one more exhale. 

Day Two.

Bucky runs a tired hand over his face, New York had an emergency for the code, apparently the app launch was crashing horribly. He looks at you surrounded by the books from the bookstore date he took you on earlier, grinning happily and even freaking out over him finding the annotation tabs you wanted. Bucky loved being peppered by the kisses from you.

The emergency was eating into the major portion of your day together. You didn’t complain but gave him space to do his thing peacefully. Being here near him was enough.

You’re catching up on the memes in the group chat with Nat, Bucky, Sam and Steve. When you’re notified for another text thread.

Steve: How are you holding up?

Me: I'm okayish…

Nat: objection, a lie is being spoken

Me: alrighty, I’m mis-fucking-erable.

Sam: man, i really wish i could do something to help you guys out

Steve: same, just wish there was something we could do

Me: do you have a hyper-realistic face mask of bucky and a wig of his hair? 

Sam: you want us to do illegal shit

Steve: how will we replicate his deep baritone?

Nat: Say you have a cough?

Sam: Nat.

Steve: I could deck, Beck on his behalf?

Sam: same

Steve: i just wish you could come along with him some way

Your eyes widen, you can, you can do that, you sit up, grabbing your own laptop eagerly but not eager enough that Bucky tries to ask you.

You pull up the chat with your mother.

You: mom, mom, MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!

You: MOTHER THIS IS URGENT, PICK UP YOUR TELEPHONIC DEVICE.

Mom: what????????? Are u okay? Did something happen?

You: yes i’m fine, did, did my passport ever come in last week? With the visa?

Mom: Wait, oh god, I forgot to tell you! With all of the events! You did, baby you can travel to the USA.

You hold the squeal back, going back to the group chat.

You: Can you send me Bucky’s ticket?

Sam: you don’t have it? 

You: he didn’t give it to me…

Steve: <attached James Barnes E-ticket.pdf>

Steve: What happened?

Nat: Oh my god. Y/N, are you serious?!

Sam: Can someone explain?

Steve: yes please explain

You move to your laptop, opening the tab and finding the flight, its on the pricier side but there is a seat, its right next to Bucky’s 21A, you take it frantically typing in your details and card information. You book a refundable ticket as well for your return to not have issues at immigration.

You send the pdf of your ticket to your Mom, and the group chat careful to not let Bucky receive it.

You: do not utter a word to him. I’m going to surprise him on the plane.

Sam: I am sworn to secrecy only if you defeat him in UNO in front of my beautiful eyes as witness.

Steve: Oh my god, we’re finally going to meet!

Nat: <inserts happy tears gif>

You: I will Sam, I will. I’m excited to meet you too Steve!

Steve: This is going to be amazing, please record his reaction if possible.

You: I’ll try, why do i feel like crying?

Sam: cause you’re full of happiness

Steve: I fuckin love you for doing this for Bucky.

You: I love you too Steve

Nat: YOU NEED TO STEALTH PACK.

“Doll?” Bucky inquires, you shut the laptop lid and throw your phone to the side.

“Y-yeah?” You look up at his worried gaze.

“What?” His gaze shifts to the devices.

“Nat sent some x rated gif.” You panic blurt, internally groan.

“Oh, um, okay, I um, I’m done, you want to have food now?” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Yeah, sure, then after I can show you what was the gif about…” You trail off his eyes, move to your lips, then your eyes, his gaze darkening with lust.

“Oh yeah, it did involve my mouth and your–,” Your comment is cut off, Bucky kneels on the bed, leaning over you, cutting you off with a very, very greedy kiss.

Night Three.

Nat had kept you out with an impromptu shopping trip to distract you from the ongoing divorce meeting of your parents. You sighed, as you entered the quiet house, placing the bags in the living room.

“Oh shoot, I have to meet Yelena and Co. at the Prix Club.” Nat shakes her head, then has an apology in her eyes. 

“It’s okay, Bucky asked me anyways to text him when we get back, he’ll be here in half an hour.” You sighed, the ten minute commute from his hotel was now a thirty minute one.

“Okay, tell him I say hi.” She rushes out, but pauses before grabbing one of the outfit bags she had purchased. You roll your shoulders opening your room door. The lights are off which is strange you remember leaving one on?

You hum before trying to find the light switch before the motion lights in the hallway turn off. 

As they do, effectively leaving you in darkness. Your eyes move to the ceiling tiny glow in the dark moon and stars begin to appear. Then the room illuminates in a soft glow, a series of lights shine from the ceiling. Twinkling and then forming the Hogwarts Crest, then the Hufflepuff emblem, you look around your room, Bucky stands there at the head end of your bed.

“Bucky.” Your throat knots with emotion.

“Doll.” He gives you your special smile, the Hufflepuff emblem moves to above you, Bucky walks with tiny stars a few steps ahead of him.

“My stars brought me to you.” He says, arm encircling your waist, your hands rest on his chest, the lights twinkling above you.

“You designed the software that does this.” You murmur, in awe of him.

“Come on, I have something to show you.” He leads you to the bed.

Laying you down and joining you. He tweaks with his phone, then the lights switch off, you watch the glow in the dark stars appear again. 

“You’ve always wanted to go stargazing.” He states, “I’m here to take you stargazing.”

As if on cue the song you share with him, Stargazing by The Neighbourhood begins to play from the speakers he set up. The lights begin to glow again, a flurry of constellations appearing with the beat as their guide.

You watch mesmerised, Bucky watches you. Your mirth illuminated by the stars, the way your eyes recognise some constellations and then when you look away from the lights to him with so much adoration. 

You gaze at Bucky, so much love brimming in your heart. No words can do justice to describe what he has done, the way he set this up for you, you almost blabber your own surprise. 

The song comes to an end, the lights dim then a soft glow begins again, enough to see Bucky clearly. You pull him into a kiss, hands tangling with his hair. 

Bucky returns the kiss with equal fervour and love.

Moments later, breathlessly you both part, Bucky gives you a knowing grin.

“I believe you owe me a dance.” He reminds and you laugh, clambering off of the bed, you hold your hand out for him. Bucky grasps it as you lead him to the open space in your room.

He begins to play the same song, the lights now following the beat but no constellations form. The song begins not a traditional slow song but Bucky sways you around, then twirls you around a few times, you laugh as he begins singing and you join in.

As the tempo begins faster, he begins his dancing of jumping around and moving his hips to the beat. Your hand never leaves his. He never drops your hand.

You both giggle, moving close as the song slows in tempo, chests pressed as you can feel his heart beating with your own. Bucky makes you wrap your hands around his shoulders, taking your weight on his arm. He does a dip, then pulls you up to a kiss as the instrumental break comes in.

The two of you move closer, the song begins again, the kissing continues. You both stumble and laugh in the kiss finding your way to the bed without parting from each other.

Clothes begin to fall, you’re under him on the bed, hips wrapped around his waist. Bucky looks absolutely ethereal with a halo around him, the light illuminates him in the most beautiful way as he takes you apart underneath him.

Your lips only say his name, his lips pray your name. 

You reach your brink, Bucky groans as you clench around him, eyes closed so lost in him.

When he turns you both so that you're on top, your hips move, needing him to mark you, needing to feel him.

Bucky’s moans and sharp inhales combined with your name have you know he’s close.

Bucky cups your cheek, an angel watching over him. The way the lights make your skin gleam, the way the warmth envelopes him from you. His hand moves from your cheek to your clit, you moan, Bucky wants you to cum with him.

“Go on doll, cum with me. Fuck so beautiful.” He praises, his hips meet yours, you shudder and your orgasm prompts his own, you lean forwards against his chest, as the aftershocks consume the two of you. 

Bucky strokes your cheek, keeping you against him. Hoping that holding you for longer may allow him more time with you.

You place a soft kiss to his chest, shoulders and over the scars. He closes his eyes, committing all of this to memory.

Night Four

The divorce hearing went well, your mother got all of her dues, your father even apologised though then he made a condescending comment which your mother expected.

Dinner was an emotional affair as it was goodbye. Bucky’s flight left in five hours and you all had to leave in the next ten minutes to make it at the mark of check-in opening.

Natasha had your luggage which was very hard to pack with how often Bucky was over. You then resorted to the laundry loads being packed. It was in her car, you would share a taxi with Bucky then Nat would “be driving the two of you home”. 

As the moment loomed your mom and Bucky exchanged goodbyes and then she pulled you into her room for a tearful goodbye as well. She informed you that your father knew of the online conversion and that you would be visiting Bucky, but not when.

The two of you part and Bucky keeps you close, all through the travel right up to the gates. It wasn’t hard to find tears, in a way he was leaving. You held onto him tightly. 

Bucky taps your lower back, then pulls you up to hug him with your legs wrapped around him. You stay that way, clinging onto him, him not wanting to let you go. His eyes are red when he parts from you, you wipe his tears, 

“It’s just a while, then I’ll be next to you again.” You assure with a smile.

“Can’t wait longer than a few minutes.” Bucky shakes his head, he pushes the luggage trolley, the security cross checks his details as he makes his way inside to the check in counter.

When your phone chimes with a message that he has checked in you turn to Natasha. Your bags are set on a trolley, your papers in an organised folder.

“You can give them my address, I am coming down in about ten days after you. Don’t worry about anything okay?” She explains again, you hug her tighter.

Midnight Bringing In Day Five.

Natasha and you part, you enter the airport past midnight making it day five, being checked in online the process is faster than usual they usher you off to security and immigration.

You’re placing your laptop and other items back into your bag. 

Bucky sends you an image of holding his coffee and pouting. 

Bucky🌻: cleared immigration, heading to get some coffee, I miss you already. How could they lie and say five days, I demand an extra twenty four hours with you.

Doll🌸: I miss you too, want to see your cute face next to me. I wish I could give you those.

Bucky🌻: I do too, did you get home?

You check the timing and Natasha’s message comes through just as you step in the immigration line tucking your phone away. It takes thirty minutes and then you find a good hiding spot near the boarding gate, you put your hood up.

Bucky🌻: Doll? 

Doll🌸: sorry Nat and I stopped for ice cream… Did boarding start yet?

Bucky🌻: not yet, heading to the gate, sitting right under this one cool looking light.

<attaches the picture>

You do a quick sweep and realise he’s far enough from you. 

Doll🌸:  that is one cool light, though i have the coolest lights in my room. 

Bucky had made sure that he had given you the app to use the lights as you pleased, the name of the app always made you smile. ‘Stargazing with Doll🌸’

Bucky🌻: the coolest. When are you going to sleep? 

Doll🌸: When boarding commences and you get on the plane.

Bucky🌻: Doll…

Doll🌸: Bucky…

You stand carefully going to get your own coffee, the plane had food so you could hold out but the cheesecake on display was tempting.

Bucky🌻: Want to play UNO online to kill time?

Doll🌸: Bring it on.

Much to your disdain he wins all the rounds as you eat and play in the sitting area of the food court. The overhead flight alert chimes and the boarding commences for your flight. 

Bucky🌻: boarding call…

Doll🌸: I love you, I’m going to miss you. We can do this, we’ll formulate a schedule based on your day two activities okay? I love you.

Bucky🌻: I am going to come home to you. Sooner than later, I’m going to not let us only dream anymore. I love you, we can do this again. 

<insert Elle Woods GIF of ‘what like it's hard?’>

I’m settling into the plane now, sleep well my Doll.

You keep your phone inside, getting into line and it turns out you will be the last one to board, based on the entry path he should spot you as you walk into the section.

When you enter the door, you request the stewardess in the quickest of summaries to record the reaction, she agrees and you hand her your phone with the camera rolling.

Bucky sighs as he glances at the city which harbours his home. His palm on the window. 

You bite your lip, people are still lingering in the aisles so you know you aren’t delaying the plane.

You place your bag in the overhead bin, keeping your headphones with yourself, Bucky still looks outside the window, lost in thought. You settle in next to him, your knee bumps against his and he still doesn’t look away.

The Stewardess gives you a thumbs up when you look at her with slight panic.

“Sorry about bumping your knee, I’m just nervous to see my boyfriend.” You explain, Bucky just waves his hand. 

“His name is James, haven’t seen him in a few hours, the whole long distance thing just sucks. You know?” You hold back your giggle as his head whips to face you, blue eyes wide.

You wave at him.

“Doll?” Bucky parts his lips, heart hammering, he looks around then outside then at his phone then you again.

“Bucky.” You keep grinning but the tears are forming, Bucky’s eyes begin to brim with tears as well.

“I love you.” He says, pulling you into a kiss as the Stewardess cheers along with a few other members of staff watching the scene unfold.

When you pull away from the kiss, “I love you.” The Stewardess hands you your phone. 

“I, how?” He wonders, hand in yours, his smile not leaving his face.

“I have sixteen hours to tell you. We got day five.” You grin, kissing the back of his hand.

“I, gosh, I love you.” He repeats still not able to believe his luck, you smile at him.

“I love you.” You say, “I couldn’t bear to be apart, so soon.” 

“I almost contemplated running off the plane.” Bucky laughs, you shake your head bemused, 

“Well good thing I boarded the plane didn’t I?” 

He nods, the world moves on around the two of you. Safety checks, pushing back from the gate, preparing for taxi, and then finally the plane takes off.

You rest your head on Bucky’s shoulder, his hand holds yours, never to let go, his lips press to your forehead.

“I told you, I’m the luckiest man alive,” he whispers, you chuckle.

The city lights twinkle underneath, as you begin your journey to a familiar city, but you both are going to be there with each other’s home.

“I think i met you in my dreams once, I think it was happenstance, then I fell in love with you, then you built a home within me and I built one within you.” Bucky speaks as you look up at him, 

“I think I met you in my dreams once, I think it was happenstance, then I fell in love with you, then you took away the aches from within me, and I took away the aches from within you.” you find his azure gaze full of mirth.

“You did, you absolutely did.” He affirms.

Bucky’s lips meet yours once again.

A.N: so this brings an end to the chapters, an epilogue is coming and i'm in tears over this fic coming to an end, just a massive massive thank you to you all for reading and interacting and giving so much love, a forehead kiss to all of you.

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[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Simeon(10/02)-TSL convention with the best author of them all

has 1169 words, I feel like Simeon is OOC though...

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did you anticipate there would be a celebration for Simeon´s or for most of them “Christopher Peugot´s” birthday in the TSL fandom? considering Levi is a part of it actually yes you did but that isn´t the point, buuuut that´s the perfection distraction you need for him not only would he like to see his fans and how they see his work but Luke asked you for a distraction so they can put the finishing touches on his surprise party

also it had the added bonus of both of you enjoying some nice peace and quiet in the Human World away from everybody else and you got to give him his present early it was a bunch of kisses <3… and he got a printed out, leather bound and 100% comprehensible dissection of his work because you are very normal about it, honestly it´s more like the ramblings of a madman but he could understand it so mission accomplished also he did seem to enjoy that you liked it so much to do this so mission even more accomplished in your eyes

but back to what you two were there for it´s … honestly a pretty nice convention in your eyes but that just might be because you didn´t encounter any gatekeepers so far which greatly improves everything

you were holding Simeon´s hand and looking up at him “so watcha think about this? kinda interesting huh?” he was looking around “it´s… a really interesting experience” you had to hold back a laugh “if you think this is interesting now you should see how it was on social media” this caught his interest “there was even more?”

“oh yeah a bunch of people drew fan-art and everything, some even speculated on how you could look”

“I have a bad feeling”

“everybody drew you like one would an ancient wizard, some got really close to how you actually look” he gave you a small smile “so they drew me as Solomon? as long as they didn´t give me his interesting culinary abilities I could live with this” you were laughing now, so loud in fact some were staring at you dunno why though you are barely louder than the average person

“so wanna check anything out? there is a lot of TSL themed things we could choose from” Simeon was still holding your hand and you don´t think he will let go of it anytime soon “Leviathan said there would be some people´s attempt at remaking food from it”

“sooo snacks first or did you want a cook book?” Simeon lightly moved you along “knowing you I think food would be a good way to start, we will be walking for a while and you skipped breakfast again” he was still smiling at you but more in the “you better watch what you do now” way, just slightly hiding the rage behind it

“you noticed?” wrong thing to say before he just seemed more upset at you “yes and if we get home we are going to have a serious talk I hope you know this” you physically deflated “yay… even more scolding”

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both you and Simeon got some food, looking at it you wonder if Simeon based the description of those foods on Devil and Angel foods they sure look like them, tastes a lot more different though but that might just be the lack of of weird ingredients

both you and him were in a more secluded spot were nobody could hear you both “so Mister Peugeot what´s the verdict?” you gave him a teasing grin and he could just shake his head at your antics “with what a normal Human can work with it´s good”

“and if it´s somebody with connections?”

“it could have been better”

“I take this as we could make it a lot better” Simeon gave you a smile “you think so? I belief there is somebody in front of me who still can´t figure out the most basic of Celestial Realm ingredients” you just gave him a pout “so what do you want to do next?”

he thought for a moment “I heard people were displaying their artworks and interpretations of my characters and I would love to see those, it´s rare for me to find them” yeah you know why it´s rare, this man can´t work anything more advanced than a type writer most of the time and teaching him has… mixed results most of the time

“it´s your day Simeon, we´ll do whatever you want” he gave you a smile “I would love to, but you should still enjoy this day with me”

this man really is to sweet for words “don´t worry I´m sure it´ll be plenty of fun!” you gave him a bright grin and walked towards the stands

it was really impressive in your opinion but some of them seem to get a rather critical eye from Simeon, most notably the ones who are either selling replicas, figurines or outfits from the series guess they can be glad they don´t work with him, he did help with a stage play in RAD and it wasn´t easy

you saw him take a look at all the art that´s being displayed and he looked so happy about it, there is everything from all forms of drawings, figurines, even some out of Glass and some even were showing of their writings, it seems like he really took a liking to the people´s writings he seemed to enjoy reading them and giving the people compliments and in some cases some well meaning critiques not to say he didn´t enjoy looking at the other art works just that he paid a bit more attention to those

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both of you spent hours walking around the convention and for the Birthday of an Author nobody even knows the smallest amount of it was really impressive but now it´s time for the more important party and you hope Luke was finished with everything because the poor kid already seemed stressed more than enough…

you opened the Door of Purgatory Hall and everything was chaos, Luke is stuck on the ceiling, Solomon is in the kitchen making… something that you don´t even want to think about, Raphael is eating something that´s either food or the really fancy looking soap you made and the entire place looks like a battle field

this really wasn´t what you were expecting when you left Luke alone, poor kid even promised he had everything under control when you wrote him a quick text a couple of hours ago…

Simeon though looks really calm like eerily calm so calm your sure everybody that´s in his vicinity should evacuate before they are they are face with his wrath

“uh hey Simeon I think I just remembered I had to get back to the House of Lamentation so see ya!” you mentally apologized to poor Luke but you´ll be stuck with enough scoldings for a day because you didn´t tell Lucifer were you where...

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[debunkingtherightwing]

Ben Shapiro and Jordan Peterson wage a very stupid war against "sexual boredom"

Projection intensifies (source: Ben Shapiro on YouTube)

This is one of those things that I wanted to talk about when it came out but it kind of fell by the wayside. However, I figured that since it's been kind of boring in the griftosphere and we need to laugh at something after that last episode, here is a 9 minute video of Ben Shapiro and Jordan Peterson talking about sexual boredom.

Now I know what you're thinking, a guy who thinks all that women are "chaos dragons" and another guy who accidentally admitted that he can't get his wife wet while reading the lyrics of a rap song are probably not the best sources for anything coming remotely close to sexual advice. And you're completely right. Lets get into it.

00:00, Ben Shapiro: "The amount of sexual boredom in this society is extraordinary. So you have more sexual choice and variety available than anytime in human history, given free license by the state because there are no intermediate social institutions in which informal mechanisms of disapproval could make themself felt, and one of the things that human beings psychologically are turned on by is taboo. So when you get rid of literally every taboo then people tend to get bored and then the question is-

Jordan Peterson: "Yeah, well there's no novelty."

And just what exactly is this based off of? Seriously, they never really give any data to back up the existence of this sexual boredom epidemic that they are talking about. I guess them feeling sexually bored is evidence enough.

Anyway, there are still a lot of taboos, we've just more or less moved on from some of the bigoted ones like "no gay marriage" that these guys like. These guys perceive a lack of taboos because society has moved on from the taboos that they think should be in place. Despite what these guys might have heard from their media diet that seemingly consists of nothing but LibsOfTikTok, the world isn't some giant sexual free for all.

What even is this argument by the way? Is Ben's argument that we should get the government step in and regulate and restrict the sexual affairs of private citizens so that those citizens....can break the rules?

Just to really put a final nail in Ben and Jordan's "no taboo's create sexual boredom" coffin, the states with the highest porn consumption are highly conservative states that tend to have more taboos than others. I think people who consume a lot of pornography are pretty sexually bored, don't you?

00:33, Ben Shapiro: "Particularly men are driven by sexual novelty, it's something that's very deeply engrained."

"And that's why we need to stop sleeping in separate beds honey."

00:53, Ben Shapiro: "I mean the -- the part of Freud that everybody ignores is the part where Freud actually is in favor of sublimation right."

So, sublimation is essentially the psychological concept of channeling unwanted thoughts into something positive. So for instance, if somebody is lonely they could join a club. Most psychologists seem to say that sublimation is a good thing so I don't get where he's even coming from with this.

00:58, Ben Shapiro: "It's only later psychologists and philosophers who suggest the sublimation needs to be destroyed and done away with to free all forms of human artistic and material expression."

Who Ben?! I googled "Is sublimation bad, psychology" and there were so many articles talking about how it's an overall good thing. I honestly am wondering if Ben is talking about gay people sublimating their urges and as a result becoming straight given his past track record on gay marriage. Because I honestly don't understand where any of this is coming from!

01:09, Ben Shapiro: "But Freud never said that, Freud says you actually have to sublimate a lot of those short term hedonic desires to something higher."

OK Ben, I don't think Freud meant that you need to sublimate your sexual urges to God.

I think I'm starting to understand why these two are sexually bored.

01:15, Ben Shapiro: "But again that gets back to kind of the fundamental premise that you were speaking to which is there is this narrative of accepted values that we used to live inside of and when you destroy that narrative by saying that for some reason it's not true because it's not coming out of your own head, well once that happens we don't hold a common narrative, there are no common narratives. And if there are no common narratives and everything is then acceptable then what exactly is the taboo? Where does the sublimation take place? There is no sublimation and there is no future orientation, because what sublimation really is is orientation of short term in favor of long term."

Again, this argument is built on a stupid premise that there aren't anymore taboos. Public sex is still pretty taboo and a lot of people find novelty in either having sex in public or staging a sexual encounter to look like that. And that's just one example off the top of my head.

Again, the subtext here is that these two are pissed off that things like LGBTQ+ acceptance are becoming less taboo and as a result they seem to have drawn the conclusion that there are no taboos anymore.

01:50, Jordan Peterson: "Well, and in favor of other people right? So it's long-term plus the social. Yeah well so --- you can think about this technically as well. If there's no uniting narrative, here's the necessary consequences. First of all there's no higher order super ordinate aim."

I can't figure out if these two are talking about God or marriage. Probably both to be honest.

02:15, Jordan Peterson: "We experience positive motivation and the impotence to move forward. So that would be; curiosity, hope, inspiration, enthusiasm, even aesthetic interest. We experience that only in relationship to an aim. And so if you destroy the ultimate aim you destroy the structure upon which reward is dependent."

"You are physically incapable of feeling happiness unless you live the life that I want you to live" is a take I wasn't expecting from a video allegedly about sexual boredom.

The ironic thing about this video is that so far following Jordan and Ben's advice will probably lead to more sexual boredom.

03:28, Jordan Peterson: "There's a relationship between scarcity and deprivation and value, right? And so if you are surfeited by a stimulus lets say, or a resource, so you are overfed, as soon as you're not hungry food is of no interest, if you're stuffed food is nauseating."

This is such a ridiculous analogy. The only way for it to make sense is if people had sex on a daily basis and essentially became screwing machines. Contrary to Jordan and Ben's belief, people aren't having sex multiple times every single day.

Plus, there's the issue of consent. The food can't tell you "No, I don't actually want to be eaten." and as a result, people can stuff themselves to their hearts content. Other people can say they don't want to have sex. There is a massive difference.

Jordan talks about the story of the Israelites and them getting too much quail from the Bible. I mean, I guess if the point is that if you have too much sex then maybe you should take a break fair enough. But again, this metaphor is missing so much stuff like the issue of consent. Then Ben does an ad.

05:44, Jordan Peterson: "We don't know how much depravation is necessary for proper sexual function to make itself manifest."

"And that's why I'm here telling you how much sex you should have."

07:01, Jordan Peterson: "And then you were talking about novelty. And so this is pretty interesting too, so you said men will chase novelty in a sexual relationship. Well, I think part of what is incumbent on married individuals is to figure out how to keep that novelty alive. Right, so that means that each of them have to be transforming and I think the best way to do that is in relationship to a spiritual pursuit."

Nothing spices things up in the bedroom quite like a frank discussion about scripture.

I'll give Jordan a tiny bit of leeway here due to the fact that some studies have shown that religious couples do report better sex than non-religious couples. But there are a lot of moving parts in said study such as the fact that couples showing heightened religiosity overall reported lower sexual satisfaction and the increased sexual satisfaction was more tied with the sanctification of sex. Essentially people who believe that the sex they have with their partner is sacred.

It was only conducted through two groups of people through their workplace as well meaning it's not particularly indicative of the greater population.

07:56, Ben Shapiro: "One of the things that's actually fascinating about this is, biblically speaking, I mean not to get into obstruse Jewish law but I mean, this is actually right in the Bible forget about the obstruse Jewish law, right in the Bible one of the mandates is that for a period of at least one week out of every month married couples are not supposed to have sex."

You know, there's a subtle hint in why that was when you said the word period!

That was clearly about menstruation. It wasn't just no sex either, it was in pretty much every aspect. It was because women were viewed as "unclean" after having their periods at that time. And just to prove it, here's Leviticus 15:19;

"Whenever a woman has her menstrual period, she will be ceremonially unclean for seven days. Anyone who touches her during that time will be unclean until evening."

So essentially that week was more about the fact that women were viewed as "unclean" after having their period in biblical times.

Conclusion:

Well, on the one hand I'm glad that these two are finally talking about a topic that they would presumably know a lot about. On the other hand, this was dumber than I thought it would be. I kind of want to call Jordan and Ben the Sexual Boredom Squad from now on.

Cheers and I'll see you in the next one.

#right wing bullshit #conservative bullshit #fact checking #journalism #bad takes #conservatives #disinformation #debunking #politics #daily wire #ben shapiro #jordan peterson

[jess-moloney]

Seven layers of evil. I love that. 😂 I don’t know what got them from March of last year to now, but there’s only so long you can fake a pregnancy and even less time to fake a miscarriage without showing. I think if Jess hasn’t already, your theory on timing it around ST press is a good one.

How many more ways and for how much longer does this woman think she can go on isolating him? Jamie as of this moment is not the same person even in April of last year (I use that date as an “after March” figure).

I’m not saying you can’t grow out of social media, but it’s been a big part of his career and connecting not only with fans, but his friends and family. Of course we don’t know that he’s not actively doing that offline, but that’s the point. He didn’t used to.

Him only using his social media for business now is sad. He used to love being social and it’s awful that he isn’t and has steadily not been since being with her.

You don’t have to look far to see what new thing wandered into his life when so many negative ones followed.

One of the best ways Jamie has to promote his music is through social media. Not saying he can't get it out any other way, I'm sure he has connections and other people who could help him (he certainly has the talent). However, it all depends on how much control he wants over his music. If he signs with a label or doesn't stay independent they could screw him over, take a big cut of royalties, do a bunch of stuff he doesn't want, etc.

Since this is the case then he really should be more active on social to connect with his fans who like his music (as well as his acting of course) because that's what's going to promote it the most. Is being in touch with your fan base. It's also odd that he would "grow out of it" when he's trying to be a musician (or was?). I still think it's questionable what happened recently with Heaven In Your Eyes if Jess has a lot of control over that (or someone else did). It hasn't performed nearly as well as his other stuff...something seemed to go wrong there as well.

You're right about there being a short window of time for a pregnancy lie to work if she's also going to fake a miscarriage (and hasn't already tried this). However, she's a liar and a manipulator. I could easily see something like...

She claims she's pregnant (but she isn't). She also claims she just isn't showing that much (some women you can hardly tell they are pregnant it's just a tiny bump) she could be vague about the date of conception as well. She could fake a small bump with a bit of padding. Let herself go and get bloated with belly fat. It could buy her 2-3 months. Even if she got to a point where she was "showing" (and it was fake) she could just travel somewhere and "have the miscarriage" there. Like "Oh no I was in England for some reason and I miscarried the baby". A miscarriage at 3 months is just a lot of blood clots/bleeding she wouldn't really need to have evidence of anything especially if he was "away filming" and she was "so stressed out" or something.

I mean to be fair she could get desperate and sabotage birth control and try to have sex with him as much as he will allow (if they are even still having sex) or just have it with him enough to put doubt in his mind he may have gotten her pregnant (but actually be sleeping with some other guy and really get pregnant). I know all of this sounds horrible but it's pretty obvious the only thing Jess has going for her is her connection to Jamie and this is probably the most "famous" she's ever going to be for doing anything. I would not put it past her to do whatever it takes to keep him around even if it was as nefarious as faking a pregnancy or actually getting pregnant somehow (if she wants a kid or not).

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

[honeyedafterglow]

two days after i killed myself

the day after i killed myself, i had no regrets. i was finally free—no more of that crushing weight, no more dark water filling my lungs until i was sure i’d suffocate. i didn’t have to think to myself, one more day. just try to survive one more day because i had no days left. it was over. i didn’t have to hurt anyone ever again. my family wouldn’t have to worry anymore now that i was gone. selfishly, i was relieved that i would never have to face them after what i’d done. i didn’t want to see how it hurt them. i didn’t want to know.

but i saw. from my place in death, i saw what i had done, the damage i caused. it was irreparable. my mother barely got out of bed. our dog barked and whined, begging for her attention, her love, asking where i had gone, but when she never responded, the dog simply climbed into bed and lay in silence with her. my cat, once confined to my room, now roamed the house as he howled, calling out to me, a living, breathing reminder of the daughter my mother lost and the love i had for cats.

my father, on the other hand, drowned himself in his work. he logged up to a hundred hours a week, only leaving himself enough time to miss me when he returned home at night to see my empty bedroom, the lights all switched off, the door cracked slightly open the way it always was when i lived there, eternally unchanging. he had begun to adjust the thermostat from his phone instead of passing by my doorway to do it manually. he didn’t want to think about me and what i left behind more often than necessary.

my little sister, who was only sixteen, still traveled between our parents’ houses. when she was at our dad’s, she kept the door to my bedroom from our shared bathroom tightly closed. she locked it when she showered, and sometimes expected me to burst into her room and scold her for leaving it locked after she was done. but i never did, and she eventually stopped unlocking it.

at our mom’s, she did her best to avoid walking down the hallway that led to my room and the bathroom unless she needed to pee. my door was always closed now, and my cat never seemed to figure out why. he would sit in front of it and cry, wailing for me to let him in, unaware that i was not home and i never would be again. my sister cared for him on my behalf, holding him when he cried in the middle of the night, feeding him when he purred and begged for food. he was how she honored me in my death. he was how she showed that she had loved me.

my older sister didn’t live at home anymore, but she felt the loss, too. when she lay in her bed, she sometimes caught herself staring at the candle i made for her in my pharmacy class and began to cry. she couldn’t bring herself to light it, unwilling to let a flame melt away something i had given her. when she felt strong enough, she often visited my social media pages and scrolled through my posts, remembering how i’d ask her opinion of my photos and whether i should post them. she always encouraged me to post them, no matter how other people may react. it was my page and she wanted me to share whatever i felt like sharing. now that i was gone, she was thankful for that.

my boyfriend was surprised by the news. at first, he thought it was a joke, something i’d orchestrated to get a reaction out of him—a sick prank. but he eventually realized that it wasn’t a cruel joke i’d been playing. he still went over to my house, sat on my bed, looked at the rumpled sheets and flattened pillows where we used to sleep together. he thought about how i would always sling one arm and one leg over him when we slept, like a koala hugging a tree, and i could see the ache i had put inside of him.

sometimes he would log onto his computer to play his favorite video game and see the minecraft logo, forced to remember how i made him play it with me the night after our first date when i panicked and made him go home. he remembered the feeling of his arm around my waist in the movie theater as we watched spider-man, of my hand in his while we walked through cedar point, of my skin against his the first time we had sex. he remembered the sound of my heartbeat whenever he rested his head on my chest, the smell of my perfume that he liked to spray on himself, the sound of my laugh when he said something particularly stupid. he couldn’t stop remembering. sometimes i wished he could forget, if only it would stop him from hurting so badly.

the day after i killed myself, i had no regrets—i was proud of myself for my success, relieved i had finally freed everyone from my web of misery and pain—but the day after that, i did.

two days after i killed myself, i regretted it. i wanted to go back. i wanted to push my hands through the earth i’d been buried in, my fingernails caked with dirt, and crawl home to the family i’d left behind. i wanted to wrap them in my arms, tell them i was sorry, promise them i would never hurt them that way again—but i couldn’t. i was dead.

two days after i killed myself, i regretted it more than i ever thought i was capable of.

#poetry #writing #sad thoughts #poem #poems and quotes #original poems #overcomingdepression #love poem

[mrawkweird]

Can you imagine being Ian James Quartly right now?

After finally getting your show off the ground, stuffing it with all the stuff you love including stuff from the very network you work with just to have the network pull the rug from underneath you at every turn.

Cutting down production on big special episodes like the Crossover Nexus that originally was meant to be a half hour cut down to 10 minutes.

Next to no advertising, shadow dropping episodes on their app no one really uses making the creator having to advertise on his own twitter

Being canceled and having to warp up the show so people still feel satisfied, and having the finale being labeled as a special and be packaged with a Teen Titans Go Rerun and then immediately pulled from syndication.

AND THEN after years of being over and done with to add insult to injury they WRITE YOUR SHOW OFF FOR TAXES and pull it from the biggest streaming platform it's available on along with any other trace of it on their social media

KO was legit the last all ages propertey that wasn't attached to some already exiting big franchise that I loved and I think I've been more cynical ever since I heard the news it getting canceled

Dude crossed over with Sonic The FUCKING Hedgehog before his movie brought him back into mass public relevance, shit was 100% made for me. So to have my favorite show on the my favorite network get shot in the knees, die and get buried just to have the network comeback to the grave years later, dig it up, and fucking cremate it for money alongside all the other bullshit the big wigs in charge have pulled it's not hard to think that industry is rigged against actual good content when they prefer the ones that they can pump out endlessly.

It's why I think Primal is so important, a show that could not have been made by a corporate board. A show with next to no dialogue, intense violence and long shots of just atmosphere and silence. It's why I'm glad Genndy was given the position to pretty much do whatever the fuck he wants. It's what I think every big creator deserves. Like if Rebecca Sugar wants to make another show (my personal feeling of Steven Universe aside) she should be allow to do whatever the hell she wants.

In the end the only "good" thing that came from this is reaffirming the era of Piracy

The level of disrespect that hit OK KO to me is honestly damn near unprecedented. Like, that was some DC Nation level disrespect. The only possibly higher level of disrespect would be Justice League Action disrespect.

That man Ian gave us a show that was built from love, care and THICC and he kept getting slapped in the face at every turn. OK KO Let's Be Heroes was the show for you if you basically had a childhood. It was the show that we the people, of many cultures, would want to do ourselves. It was a toy box with all your favorite action figures. Ian deserves to be rolling in zillion dollar bills for OK KO and instead they virtually gave him $20 and threw him a ditch.

No matter what they do they can't fucking erase this away from me.

Creators should be allowed to have control over their own vision if it's genuinely not hurting anybody. We've been getting nothing but quality from Primal and nobody stuck their hands in that. Even going as far as to withhold a real preview because Genndy wanted the episode to be experienced firsthand. People shouldn't have to keep fighting so hard for their visions to not only be realized but fucking protected from being erased at the whim of a company that can't be bothered to think outside themselves for one millisecond.

People can't tell me to not pirate shit all the while making my access to the content impossible. At that point you want people to steal it from you. And guess what? The streets are gonna do what the streets need to do just like they got their hands on the animatic for Genndy's unreleased Popeye film. Like, don't try and play dirty with the community because we stay grimy. They fucking put us there.

#Animation #Cartoon Network #OK KO: Let's Be Heroes #Primal

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 023

tfw you’re in Dragon Ball Super Episode 23.

So for the last few episodes, Goku and Vegeta have been training on Beerus’ planet, and then Beerus ordered Whis to send them to some other dimension where they could supposedly improve faster.   But for Whis to do that, he had to send his staff to the other dimension as well.  This backfires on Beerus when he starts eating all the pizza Whis brought back from Earth, and Whis can’t bring him more because he needs his staff to do it.  So Whis has to bring back Goku and Vegeta to get his staff.  This whole thing is just a pointless waste of time.

I think the idea was that the writers on DBS wanted to show Goku and Vegeta training to achieve their Super Saiyan Blue forms, which they revealed in the Resurrection F movie.  In the movie, it was established that they reached that level off-screen, but this anime expands on the story.  So you would think this would give Toei a chance to tell some story about how they reached Super Saiyan Blue.  Except.... there is no story.  None at all. 

Part of the problem is that they probably didn’t want to show them transforming until the fight with Frieza, which is sensible enough.  That’s how the movie played it, after all.  But then we still have these scenes of Goku and Vegeta training with no apparent point.  Beerus just tells them their time in the other dimension did them a lot of good, even if they weren’t in there for very long. 

I guess it was like the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, at least in the sense that they were stuck there longer than the amount of time that passed in the outside world.  Anyway, they had to eat all of Beerus’ extra pizza in order to avoid starvation, so yeah. 

So now that they’re back and Whis has his staff, they can finally find out about Frieza’s invasion, and Goku can try to teleport back to Earth.  Only it’s too far away, so Gohan powers up as high as he can go, and this gives Goku something to lock on to.  Wait, was Frieza’s power level not enough?  Everyone’s been talking about how amazingly strong he is, to say nothing of Tagoma’s body, now inhabited by Captain Ginyu.  You’d think there’d be plenty of strong ki powers for Goku to sense. 

Anyway, Frieza tries to finish Gohan off, but then Goku appears in the nick of time and blocks the shot with his crappily-drawn arm.  This episode sucks ass.

I tend to focus on the misshapen faces in this series, but there’s a lot of poorly-drawn fingers and hands.   Parts of this show look like fan art drawn by a talented-but-inexperienced teenager.  Like these should be the before shots next to a much better drawing in a social media post where the artist shows off their skill development over several years. 

Anyway, Vegeta quickly polishes off Captain Ginyu, thus bringing an end to the decades-long running gag of that frog showing up in different scenes.  I’m not sure what happened to Tagoma-in-the-frog’s-body, but it doesn’t really matter, since no one cared enough about Tagoma to care if he keeps the gag alive. 

Also, I’d just like to say that this series keeps using shots like this of characters in the mid-ground, even though the artists seem to really, really suck at drawing figures on this scale.  Like, what is the point of storyboarding for this sort of thing when you know your staff can’t execute it without making it look pathetic?  This isn’t a new problem, either.  This is Episode 23.  By now, everyone at Toei should be fully aware of the limitations of this production.

Anyway, Frieza pisses and moans about his revenge and goes to his fourth form to avoid the mistakes he made during his first encounter with Goku.... Except this is exactly what he got wrong on Namek.  He took forever to use his full power against Goku and the others, and kept giving them chances to put up a fight.  Now, he’s doing it again, because his fourth form is no longer his strongest form.  He’s holding Golden Frieza in reserve, and for no good reason. 

And you know, if that’s how Frieza wants to play it, fine.  But don’t tell me he’s correcting his past mistakes this way, because he’s not. 

If this seems kind of brief, it’s because I skipped over countless reaction shots from other characters, and this annoying thing where the “camera” would rush from one set of characters to another.  Also, Jaco did a lot of whining about wanting to run away, and none of it matters.  This episode bites.

#dragon ball super #dragon ball #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #gohan #vegeta #whis #beerus #frieza

[elocinnicole]

America's Ass

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Lena Ellis)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI smut (spanking, exhibitionism, oral f/m receiving, public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex) daddy kink, Dom!Rafa, dirty talk, strong language throughout. This is filthy y’all, maybe my filthiest yet.

Summary: Rafael takes Lena to an iPic theater to see the Avenger’s Endgame premiere

Word Count: 2.7K

AN: This is for @ramp-it-up DJ’s I Love You 3000 Writing Challenge. Congratulations again love! Also, thank you for contributing to the fandoms and adding space for Black Readers to have a seat at the table. I figured I’d combine both fandoms, I hope you enjoy!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

2019

Lena sighed loudly as she plopped down onto the bed. Looks like she’s going to sleep alone…again…for the third night…this week. She knew Rafa was busy filming that movie for HBO but she feels like he never sees him anymore. She understands, she really does, with her having a demanding job, but it’s just that when she finally has free time, he’s busy and when he’s not working on anything usually she’s back at work. Just then the front door opened and she could hear Mia excitedly greet her boyfriend. She grabbed her wine glass, she had already had a few and with her irritation rising like vomit, she didn’t want to say anything to start an argument.

“Hey Mia, hey girl, where’s Lena?”

“Back here!” She called out, Rafa entered the bedroom with an apologetic smile on his face and takeout from her favorite carry-out.

“Hey, Lean,” He greeted he tried to kiss her but she moved her head back.  “Babe, I’m sorry, I know I’m late, I brought your favorite,”

“That’s nice.” She said dismissively as she scrolled down her social media

“I know, Lean, I know. I promise once the movie comes out, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay.”

“Lena, I promise, Friday I got you.” Lena wanted to believe him, but with his growing busy schedule, last-minute meetings, and phone calls, were taking precedence over her. She understood, she knew what she was getting into when they started their relationship but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“We’ll see.” She sighed getting comfortable

“Lena, you know I don’t like being away from you.” Lena wished he would just stop talking to her. She could feel her word vomit coming on and once she got started, she didn’t want to stop.

“I don’t know, maybe there’s someone else that’s taking up your time.” Fuck. She shouldn’t have said that but the five glasses of Pinot Noir say otherwise.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“What I just said,”

“Lena, I’m so fuckin tired I don’t even have time to cheat on you even if I am, which I’m not.”

“How do I know that? We haven’t had sex in a month.” Rafa groaned in irritation, this is the last thing he wanted to do.

“Raf, the last time we had sex was after that Warrior's Game last month. I don’t want to talk about it anymore, can you put that food in the fridge before you go to bed.” With that Lena turned off the lamp on her nightstand and laid down to go to sleep.

After taking his much-needed shower, Rafa came out of the bathroom and smirked when he saw Lena who appeared to be fast asleep. He got in the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Rafa has been busy these past few weeks, he knows that he’s been coming home later and later. He’s been at the studio almost every night this week, not getting home until well after midnight. Now that he thinks of it it has been a while, that’s when an idea hit him.

Lena groaned when she felt Rafa’s hand caressing her breasts, any other time she’d leap at the chance to fuck her boyfriend, but she was still a little salty with him and slightly drunk. She shrugged him off moving over,

“Rafael, I’m trying to sleep.” She dismissed

“Lean, come on babe, I’m so hard right now.”

“Then maybe you should call that bitch you fuckin.” Lena said definitively

“Lena, for the last time I’m not fuckin anyone else!”  Rafa whispered loudly

“Good night Rafael,”

The next morning, Lena awoke to an empty bed again and an awful headache. She should be used to it by now, not the hangover, her boyfriend dashing out first thing in the morning. She checked her phone to see if Rafa texted her and he didn’t. Which was strange, usually he texts her if he’s leaving before she wakes up. Just as she was about to get out of bed, the door opened to reveal Rafael with a cup of coffee in hand and a brown paper bag from their favorite breakfast spot.

“Damn it, I was gonna surprise you.” Lena smiles softly at Rafa’s attempt to treat her to breakfast

“What’s this?” Lena asked, graciously taking the cup of coffee from his hands.

“I know I don’t deserve the best boyfriend award, but I want to make it up to you,”

“How you gonna make it up to me?” but first, I need an apology.”

“An apology?”

“Yeah an apology,” He smirked, Lena knew what he was trying to do but she was not going to give in easily

“What do I need to apologize for?”

“What you say, Lena?” Rafa asked smugly, his hand coming down hard on her ass, she bit back a moan.

“Have I ever done anything that would make you think I would ever cheat on you?” Rafa asked smacking her ass again, 

“No,” She sobbed

“Do you really think I would make love to another woman?” He spanked her twice once on each cheek, Lena guess she took too long to answer because he smacked her ass one more time.

“No,”

“You know that I fucking love you, you’re the most important person in my life.” He emphasized

“You know what you have to say so I can stop your punishment,” Rafael said from above her, kneading her sore ass.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled

“What was that, I think you may need 10 more,”

“No, I’m sorry, for accusing you. I love you too.” She said quickly

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,”  Rafa pulled her up so that she straddled his lap and pulled her into a hug.

“You did such a good job, I wasn’t too rough was I?”

“No, you were perfect,” Lena said into his neck

“Let’s take a shower and get something to eat,” Rafa suggested

After a much-needed shower, Rafa and Lean entered the kitchen ready to eat the food he ordered for them. He looked and saw a brown amazon box on the counter.

“Is that for me?” He asked motioning toward the package

“Yeah, it came yesterday I didn’t get a chance to tell you,” Lena said with a playful glint in her eye.

“Go ahead and open it, I got it for you maybe we can try it out today.”

In hindsight Rafa should’ve taken his girlfriend to see a different movie, hell they could’ve seen The Curse of La Llorona again but here they are at the fucking movie theater and Lena is fangirling over Captain fucking America and it’s pissing him off.

“Damn he so fine,” Lena muttered to herself she noticed Rafa shift uncomfortably and smirked inwardly. She knew she was walking on thin ice, but in all honesty, she wanted to see how far he would go.

“He not all that,” Rafa said earning a shush from a nearby moviegoer.  As they watched the fight scene Rafa noticed Lena rubbing her thighs together, making her leather skirt ride up, he clenched his jaw in irritation.

“I just know he got a big dick,” Lena whispered loudly knowing Rafa could hear her. Rafa leaned over, his lips ghosting over her ear. Not that anyone could hear what he was saying with the loudspeakers in the theater.

“I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, but don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Fuck, he’s just so damn sexy,” Lena said purposely ignoring Rafa. She held back the urge to laugh when he grunted in irritation. Her minor victory was short-lived when she felt a faint buzzing that made her jolt in her seat. Earning a confused look from the person beside her. Lena sent an apologetic smile before continuing to watch the movie trying to ignore the vibrations. Rafa turned the vibrator off and Lena instantly relaxed. She sent a glare at her boyfriend's face who smirked before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Lena had agreed to wear it but she didn’t think he would use it, they’ve been out practically all day, and now he decides to use it, at a movie theater in all places.

“Lean, can you hand me the popcorn?” Lena didn’t think anything of it, but she should’ve known better. When she grabbed the popcorn container, Rafa turned the vibrator on to the highest setting making Lena not only drop the popcorn but yelp out loud. In embarrassment she covered her mouth luckily something happened on screen, so no one thought anything of it.

“You okay, babe?” Rafa smirked; not trusting herself to speak, Lena only nodded

“Tsk, tsk, I need your words baby. One more time, you okay?” Lena knew he was smiling even as she kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, asshole, Lena let out a slow even breath before she answered

“I’m good.” She barely got out

“Good, what’s your favorite color?”

“Green,” Lena tried her best to not moan her answer. Lena could feel herself soaking her panties, they were absolutely ruined by this point. She moved around trying to get some friction, but she froze when Rafa's hand gripped her bare thigh.

“You’re not allowed to cum, what would people think?” Lena blushed in response and Rafa’s smiled darkly

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? To come undone in front of all these people. You want everyone to see how needy you are for it, don’t you?” Lena again nodded not trusting herself to speak

“What did I say?”

“Yes,” she breathed right she could feel her orgasm coming Rafa turned off the vibrator and stood up. Lena looked at him in confusion. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed Lena’s arm and practically dragged her out of the theater.

“Where we goin?” He didn’t answer her as he pulled her into the women’s bathroom.

“What if someone comes in here?” Lena asked with a mixture of excitement and worry but mainly excitement.

“Lean, ain’t nobody leaving that movie, it’s the fucking Avengers. What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,”

“Good girl,” Lena blushed slightly at the praise

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Rafa breathed before crashing his lips onto Lena’s. He walked them back until the back of his legs hit the sink.  Rafa’s moved to her neck, nibbling, and biting along the way. Hell-bent on leaving behind a hickey.

“Daddy can I suck your dick,” Lena whispered in his ear before gently biting it. She wasted no time sinking to her knees and unbuckling his pants.

“How can I say no, when you asked so nicely,” Lena kept eye contact as she took him into her mouth. She swallows him eagerly taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Lena gags she pulls off quickly, coughing and giggling in equal measure. Rafa almost came when Lena looked up at him, he thought she was a vision of perfection.   

“Shit, baby I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” Lena pulled back and looked up at Rafa.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Daddy” She took him all the way to her throat and let Rafa fuck her mouth.

“Baby you gotta stop,” Lena whined as she pulled off him with a pop.

“Show me that pussy,” he demanded, Lena quickly took off her panties, they were ruined anyway. She scrambled to sit on the counter and opened her legs wide for Rafa to see.

“Fuck, all this for me?”

“Yes, Daddy it’s yours,” Lena whined

Rafa groaned and without any warning, he sucked on her clit, making her cry out. Lena let her head fall back and moaned aloud. Rafa spread her lips open and began to fuck her with his tongue, tasting everything, she has to offer.

“Mhmm, baby, it feels so good.” Lena moaned not caring if anyone heard her. All at once Rafa stopped and slapped her clit

“Fuck!”

“Someone could hear you, baby, you gotta keep it down. You don’t want me to gag you?” Rafa easily slipped three fingers into Lena and started to slowly fuck her. Lena bit her lip to not make any noises. She broke when Rafa started to suck on her clit,

“Daddy, I’m cumming.” Lena screamed into her hand as her juices flowed into Rafa’s mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he never wasted a drop.  Rafa stood up and turned Lena around, so she was bent over the sink. He pressed inside her filling her up, they moaned in unison before he started to roughly fuck her from behind.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to not bend you over and fuck you in there. Show everyone who you belong to, but you would’ve loved it wouldn’t you? You like to act like you’re so innocent, but I know the real you.”

“Damn, this is America’s Ass,”

“Huh?”

“You know how in the movie they were talkin’ about Captain America and America’s Ass.”

“You really thinking about Captain America, right now?”

“I’m not thinking about him I was trying to be clever,”

“Wrong time, babe—” Lena stopped talking midsentence when Rafa started moving again, he roughly gripped her hips, taking control of the pace. Lena covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to muffle her moans. The last thing she wanted was to be kicked out of the movie theater. Rafa stopped moving and then slapped her ass.

“You really think I’m fuckin someone else?” Lena rolled her eyes, was he still mad about that?

“Rafa, please move.”

“Who?”

“Daddy, I’m sorry. Can you move please?”

“I think I need another apology.”

“Please,”

“You’re the most important thing to me, I would never do anything to hurt you that way.” Rafa harshly thrust into Lena making her grab onto the sink to keep herself from jerking forward. Lena moaned while Rafa found his pace, almost pulling completely out before slamming into her

“Would I ever disrespect you?”

“N-No,”

“You’re the angel of my life, don’t you know how much I love you?” Rafa grunted, making his point

“Yes, I love you, I love you so much, baby.” Lena babbled

“Cum on this dick,” Lena bounced back harder, trying to reach her climax

“Where you want it, baby?”

“In me, I want you to cum inside me, Daddy,” Lena whined, using the sink as leverage, and thrusting back against him harder chasing her orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moaned; Lena’s orgasm was triggered by his. They stayed together for a moment before Rafa pulled out, Lena whining at the sudden empty sensation. She searched around for her panties while Rafa buckled up his pants.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom and then we can leave?”

“You don’t wanna finish the movie and see your beloved, Captain America?” He said, his voice laced with jealousy.

“Babe, you the only white boy I want.” She smiled as she kissed his pouty lips

Rafa made sure the coast was clear before walking out of the bathroom. Lena followed suit after a few minutes

“Did you find your panties?”

“No, where the hell did you throw them?”

“Where’d I throw them? You took them off.” Rafa looked at Lena a soft smile gracing his face “You okay?” he asked gently

“Yeah,”

“How about we order some food and ice cream to go. We can cuddle up together on the couch.” Lena smiled widely and kissed her boyfriend before placing her hand in his. As they walked away two women walked into the bathroom

“Oh my God, bitch! Are those fucking panties?” They heard a woman exclaim before running out of the movie theater laughing along the way.

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[hedorah]

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1. not to say that tmnt is "irredeemable" or anything like that, but orientalism and anti-asian stereotyping has been a bit of a recurring problem throughout the franchise history ('87 especially... some of the lotus blossom episodes were hard to watch). for the last ronin lost years issues in particular, now that mike is going through parts of asia (japan, korea, china, mongolia so far), it really kind of becomes evident when taking into consideration how each country is depicted. more under cut cuz this got looooong

the second and third issues that partially took place in korea especially bothered me, since i'm ethnically korean with a family history on both sides of the border. unified korea is either portrayed like one of those neon, oversaturated, exoticizing pictures of east asian cities (see issue 2's cover) or dirty and full of violence, corruption, and criminal activity, depending on which side of the border mikey's on at the moment. the orientalism here is in this portrayal of koreans as a dirty, violent other for the turtles to judge and beat up. hell, donnie even calls them uncivilized:

what the hell man, i thought you were cool. also, the writers saw fit to... turn all of what was china into a nuclear wasteland after a 9.6 earthquake in beijing? despite china being massive??? this is a confusing decision and i can only wonder why it was made

the parts of the comic that take place in japan and mongolia feature characters that seemingly exist only to help mikey on his journey and train him. i fucked up here and accidentally deleted a huge chunk of this paragraph, and i'm neither japanese nor mongolian, so i can't and will not get into the specifics because i really don't want to put my foot in my mouth talking about the specifics of cultures and ethnic groups that i'm not a part of

either way, asians in the last ronin: lost years are portrayed as an "other", a contrast to our american (mike explicitly refers to himself as "american" in issue 2) protagonists. they're either violent goons for action scenes or wise, hospitable mentors for mikey to learn from, but so far we haven't seen many asian characters outside of these two roles

unfortunately i think orientalism is something thats kind of hard to avoid in a franchise like this, where its primarily non-asian, american creatives writing stories that feature asian (japanese) characters and cultures for almost 40 years running (i checked, and i think there's only one asian american working on tlr:ly as an associate editor). ideally creatives would avoid orientalism and instead treat asian characters like actual people instead of "the other", but...well. yknow. to clarify, it's perfectly fine to like tmnt, hell i'm a MASSIVE fan with a decent collection of comics on my shelf. but i think its something that we as fans should be mindful of when engaging with the source material and fan works. sorry if my explanation is a little scattered, i need to go get dinner rn haha ^^"

2. at the very least, one of the artists scrolls through the lost ronin hashtag, he liked and rted my picture of lost years issue #1 and my ronin figures' boxes. i didn't really mean like fanfic or anything like that, just casual social media stuff, and so i didn't really want to bother the actual creators because lord knows how the twitter algorithm works. shit's dark magic to me and if i got pqrted id cry and wail because twt confuses me [exaggeration]

3. ty! i'm surprised it still works after all these years haha, i think i got it from this site

#the calzone #still not as extremely terrible as transformers idw and its asian politics arc LMAOOOOO #long post

[soursavior]

I’ve been seeing a lot of friends posting that one image that says something like “Don’t start making your resolutions for next year without acknowledging the things you’ve accomplished this year first.” That makes sense to me. Can’t know where you’re going unless you know where you’ve been.

2022

At the start of the year, I got pushed out of the job I’d been doing for over a decade. I’d become very comfortable there, despite the abuse. They took away my hours then offered me longer hours at a worse site for less pay. I took it because we didn’t have the savings to make it through if I didn’t, but it spurred me on to new heights of job searching. I eventually took a gamble on a temp position in a totally new to me industry. It was a big increase in pay, assuming I could impress them enough to stay past the initial contract. I was nervous, but I put in the effort. I excelled. My boss and his boss and her boss all fought hard to convince the budget people and in November I got converted to permanent. I was about to say “I’m still at the bottom rung” but that’s not even really true outside of my department. The point is, it’s the first job I’ve had where I could genuinely call it a career. I like the work, I like my coworkers, and I’ve had positive interactions with every layer of management including the CEO.

In May, I drew an orangutan with a sword for one of my internet friends. I hadn’t tried to draw anything more complicated than a stick figure since grade school, but I put in the time and pulled up reference and came out with something that was at least recognizable. I was a little nervous showing it to my friend, because she’s a professional artist, but she was super supportive. The next day I bought my first sketchbook. My wife encouraged me to draw every day if I wanted to get better at it, so I did. There wound up being some gaps, for practical reasons, and now that it’s a habit I take the occasional day off. And you know what? It worked. I’ve filled two sketchbooks, plus half of a travel sketchbook, plus some digital pieces. The drawings I’m producing now aren’t professional quality or anything, but if you put them side by side with the earlier stuff it’s easy to see that practice works.

In August I had my dick cut off. That involved quite a few days of missing out on drawing practice. It had been in the works for over a year by that point. I’m not rolling in cash, so I had to chart a course that would appease our health insurance. Luckily, I live in a place with pretty strict laws about how insurers have to behave with regards to gender affirming care. Also luckily I had started my new job that I could do while lying in bed as long as I had my work laptop and wasn’t taking opiates. I couldn’t do the kind of walking or even sitting upright that my old security job needed for over 2 months, but my mind worked just fine. 

I also made new friends this year. I won’t call you all out, but I think I know who you are.

I made a new personal website as a hub for my online presence because individual social media platforms are so unstable.

I read over my resolutions from last year. None of them had anything to do with any of this stuff. They were: Stay Invested in my new ttrpg campaign; make a new card game or remake one of my existing ones; remember to promote the games I have for sale more often; continue working on my self-photography skills; and treat myself gently. Of those, I only did the photography one. So, let’s bear that in mind as I lay out some goals for next year.

2023

Make a new card game or remake one of the ones I’ve pulled from circulation. Now that I’m doing my own art stuff, it should be easier than ever to make a game. I just have to do it.

Draw more. Keep improving. Specifically, draw more naked ladies than I did in 2022. In 2022 I made 29 drawings of 6 naked ladies (7 if you count the clothed model that I turned into a building sized naked monster), so I’ll need to arrange at least 30 drawings and 8 models. I’ve got 3 already lined up. Got to find at least 5 volunteers to help provide reference. (My DMs are open.)

Sing more. Consider learning an instrument. Not a mouth instrument, one I can do while singing.

This time for real, treat myself gently.

#new year #old year